#you cant see it well but hes got two little tufts of hair that are meant to resemble his antennae

[saym0-0]

bumblebee holoform take 2. i like this one a whole better now, i feel like the outfit fits the vibe i was going for a lot better hehe

the car was admittedly traced from the screenshot below, from the 2007 movie, and the whole thing kinda turned into a colour study of that scene because i just really love the lighting in that film, its so pretty :33

i kinda just had fun with it towards the end though with all the scribbly bits haha

close ups:

sorry for the low res, i drew it really tiny on the canvas 🤭🤭

[riaki]

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

[penguin--person]

silly question but: does wolf alík look any different from a regular wolf? when she's fully transformed, is there anything that sets her apart, or does she just look like an average, straight up wolf?

ty for asking this actually!!! i think about this a bunch, like, what human traits alík keeps, if she can bark/howl, if a pack of wolves would accept her, etc !!! ill talk about this under cut bc its like . idk? im not sure if this is body horror ? like its not just her being a wolf , its her being a messed up wolf .. uncanny wolf up ahead!! + some blood but not that much.. also warning ur getting a much longer answer than you were probs asking for lol

so i made a little image getting into details about her mutation just now, But i do first want to show off this art that my friend blazy (@/mothssmeat - go check his art out its super swag!!!) made of her for artfight last year !! He Gets Her he gets her wolfness he gets it

check out the speedpaint !! blazy's sooo niceys for drawing such an awesome alík art ... its So good . do you see how her nose is turning into one of a wolf? but so painfully ?? so slowly that its just !! how shes tearing up, blood around her ?? god . like God. oh my goddd . and her fur !! how its growing in patches around her body, starting like wild from her head, her eyebrows combined, just like !! its growing around like mold and i find that really cool .. hehe sorry just had to fangirl about this art ofher . i dont get the chance oftne . anyway. in a more professional manner: god sorry i cant yet . oh my fucking goddd . oh my GOD !!!! just look at that . what is that thing!!! dear god!!! ok. im normal now (lying ).

look at her hands and feet. human joints should not be like that, and wolf paws do not look like that. her claws.. god just look at them. blazys art explains alíks messed up wolf situation far better than i ever could. her ears, too, are just... god, look at them!! i have to move on from this art or ill just keep saying "look at it!!" but, well. Look at it.

some of my own alík wolf art:) the first one is when shes fully transformed, but also the first ever art i did of her like that, so take it with a grain of salt, but still take it. the second is her like... in her metamorphisis era - my internet connection is kinda MEAN and EVIL right now so i can't add them rn .. ill either rb with them later or edit them into the post. for now i just put links to the images :( sorry! plus the mentioned image from before. now Onto serious business

something that alík always has, no matter form, is her human eyes - but they're not really human! their colouration is one of a wolf's, and her eyesight is also almost as good as that of one. this is messed up when she's in full wolf mode, because its really.. just, weird. can you imagine looking at a dog with human eyes? a cat? a cow? no!! because its weird!!!! shes a FREAK!! (affectionate)

another weirdo thing about her face is her teeth. hes got canine teeth, no doubt about it, but i do think she has a bit more teeth than she should have.. maybe three more... ? two more? i think the amount of teeth is not equivalent with neither the amount humans should have nor the amount wolves should have.. like 38 or smth. this doesn't change in her transformation, but her jaw and gums do! it hurts! Ouchies! it also shifts her teeth around.. tbh i wouldnt be surprised if she lost a tooth or two transforming sometime.

as you may have noticed, alík has most of her fur on her head! this is because of hair! she has a big ol' tuft of fur on her head when she's in wolf mode and it makes her look silly. depending on how far along in transition they are, their fur is like... its in blotches over their body. a tuft here, a tuft there, no fur at all someplace else... her spine gets covered in fur first. bc its like !! hair to tail:)

her limbs are weird, too. her arms are more humanoid than her legs - my friend mikey @/monstertsunami shows this wonderfully in his art of alík and their gf idk who she is i heard shes some kind of loser? ermmm what the freak🔥

oh wow it let me add an image that time Awesome!!! anyway, you can see how her feet are pretty pawsome, huh?? shes got pawpads - is that what its called for wolves? i cant find info :( - and her joints are more.. like, look at how she's standing! her ankles! everybody say thank you mikey... !!! this stays in her wolf form, in a way

in the 'mentioned image' from before, you can see - ifyou can read my handwriting lol - that there's text around her feet/paws (peets...) that says 'human hands - fucked up paws'. in the linked image 'first one' , you can see her fucked up wolf hands more clearly! thats something that ive kept. i think she could grab you, even as a wolf. she keeps her thumbs. even if they dont work as well. this makes running as a wolf difficult for her, because her fingers are very much in the way !! herr back feet are more wolf-like in her wolf mode, even twisting her hips to work better !! opposite goes for her hands, though - her arms, like.. theyre not good for wolves ! her elbow is forced into a shitty position, her shoulders are.. bad...

and, as mentioned, her nose is fucked up. the smell of blood is an intimate friend of hers 💥it like.. god, her face goes through So Much. her skull gets absolutely , like ... goddd shes definetely broken bones transforming before... her nose is like, stretched out ? idk how to explain it .. its like if you used the 'free transform' tool on it

in short, id say theres a few main things that set alík apart from a regular wolf:

human eyes

human hands (sometimes covered in fur)

teeth

body isn't always fully covered in fur (its not easy for his body to bust out ten thousand fur strands all over his body, ya know? needs resources for that to happen)

movement (can't run as well, vocal cords arent probs in the best state after her neck fucking... look at it)

smell. she smells weird. oyou dont care about that but wolves would i think

then there's like, little basic anatomy stuff, like she will Never have the proper body of a wolf . maybe if she was like, for a year as a wolf, or two, or maybe even fine her body would be like Ok were wolf now . and her bones would settle ... but this is a question of years and time she does not have. her lifespan is also all kinds of fucked up. if she wasnt being experimented on evey day of her life ever, she'd probs live until her 40s? maybe late 40s if she had a HEALTHY LIFESTYLE filled with JOY and WHIMSY!!!! but i think now she'll die like, in her pafl au, i dont think she'll make it to 35.. sad! ouppy gone

also im working on an alík thing .. + the other two .. but also alík

CANINE GIRL coming to YOUR THEATRES in SOON!!!! hehe... im not making a song thats like too much for me. i can only make music that soundgs good to me idk how to make music that others would find tolerable .. my blessing .. teehee .. ill make alík like, a page, like the tptm girls have .. nina and nastya too:) nastyas mockup page is done.. but im not showing!!! you get a sneakpeak of the text tho . ty for the ask ❤️im surprised its letting me add images now . wifis been weird all day .. u also get to see a wip of her display sona

idk what her name would be . superlative girl ? unrivalled ? irrelevant ? victorious ? precious ? vote in the comments down below!!!Ninas will be some shit like. unknown girl. apathy girl. etc ... i havent gotten to alíks display sona yet but you KNOW shes ouppy!!!!

okieee‼️‼️‼️thats it . hope ur ok with me sharing the tptm stuff .... ❤️❤️💥💥💥ty again for the ask !!!

[soobasaur]

「 jisung as your skater boyfriend 」

i used to see you on the sidewalk, standing in your high tops

han!jisung x gender!neutral reader

a/n: i saw this photoshoot of jisung with a skateboard and my mind just shortcircuited and now i have a pinterest board full of skater boy jisung so here we are,,,if u see any skater fics tAG ME

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you didn’t think you’d ever take up skating, after falling the moment you put on roller skates when you were younger you thought it was hopeless to even try

but that was before you saw him.

it all started when your friend jeongin took on a new obsession with skateboarding and you took on a new obsession with the boy at the skate park

you only tagged along to hang out with jeongin and for the ice cream stand that was right next to the skate park

and jeongin always offered to buy you some so why would you say no to that (n˘v˘•)¬

but your obsession started when you watched jeongin start talking to some boys you didn’t recognize, when you later asked he said he met them from the park

one of them in particular caught your eye

he almost always had on a some sort of hat and band tee on, his hat usually falling off when he was halfway through with his tricks

you had been trying to build up some courage to talk to him but didn’t know what to say since you didn’t skate yourself :((

cute boys made you nervous !!!

especially ones who could do cool tricks on their boards !!!

jeongin picked up on your little crush since whenever he asked you to watch him do a new trick your eyes always wandered off to him

he teased you about it but ended up telling you his name and a bit about him

han jisung, he was around your age and went to a campus not far from you, which is why you had never seen him around

one day, when you were actually paying attention to jeongin for once, you saw a hat lying forgotten in the middle of the park and immediately recognized it as jisungs

you were to the point where you could recognize what brands he wore shjdjf

you rushed over to pick it up, dodging jeongin’s board as you did so, and made your way back to your table, clutching it protecting in your fists

after scouring the park for a tuft of his brownish hair you came up empty, deciding to pocket the hat until the next time you visited

when you offered to come to the park the next day without jeongin begging you to do so, your best friend knew something was up

he pestered you until you finally surrendered and showed him the hat, your ticket to starting a conversation with jisung

“i could just introduce you two,” jeongin chastised, rolling his eyes playfully

“that wouldn’t be memorable though! i want him to remember me as the person who saved his hat!”

“....imma just pretend i don’t know you.”

〴⋋_⋌〵 ���jeongin !!”

you eventually spotted him waiting in the shade for his friends to skate and mustered up enough courage to walk up to him

“...hey?”

why did that come out like a question (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

he turned to you after realizing you were talking to him, “hi?” he sounded startled, but you didn’t miss the way he quietly checked you out

“uhm so i’m y/n and you dropped your hat the other day? this is yours right? i notice you wear this brand a lot and uh, anyways! i just wanted to return it to you—,” you held out the hat and shut up before you started rambling and embarrassing yourself even more

you say his eyes flash in recognition as he reached out to grab the hat, then took his hand back just as quick

“actually...you can have it. keep it as a gift! i’d rather you give me your number instead,” he winked, before taking out his phone to hand to you

( ･_･) snkdkfkfkgovkovijskd wHAT

you somehow managed to grab the phone with shaky hands as you typed in your number, saving yourself as “y/n ❤️” and handing it back before you could stop yourself

you saw him smile at the contact name, pocketing it before looking back at you

“i’m jisung by the way...do you wanna get some ice cream?”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) was this perhaps...a date?

“sure...oh! what about your friend?” you asked, gesturing to the boy he seemed to be waiting for

he waved them off, “we can join them later, come on, my treat...i’ll race you there.” and he threw his board down and skated off towards the nearby ice cream stand as you ran off after him, yelling at how that was unfair

true to his words, jisung bought you ice cream and you guys sat down at a worn down bench

unfortunately, it was right out in the sunlight so you kept squinting to lick your ice cream

after seeing your suffering he took the hat he gave you from where you placed it on the table and plopped it on your head, adjusting the straps to fit you

“there, now the sun won’t bother you and we can twin!” jisung smiled, pointing to his current hat which was the one you were wearing in a different color

your little date was soon interrupted with his friend running over along with jeongin, who kept giving you suggestive faces as he stood behind jisung

“cant belive you buy your new partner ice cream and not your friends!! removing you from your best friend position!” his friend whined, he had long blond hair and you didn’t miss how jeongin eyed him discreetly

“shut up hyunjin,” jisung glared, a fond smile on his face as he handed over his friend some bills from his wallet and ruffled jeongin’s hair, “i might as well be your guy’s sugar daddy.”

you couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t deny the part where hyunjin called you jisung’s new partner (ᗒ//ᗕ)

hyunjin and jeongin took the table behind you guys as you continued to talk to jisung

you found out where he went to college and his current major (music production ?/$:&:&) and how he minored in dance so he could have a class with hyunjin, who begged him to join

that made him ten times more attractive and you felt a little shy telling him you were an art major, and the only instrument you could play was the piano due to lessons as a kid

but he thought it was cool and let you rant about your annoying professors and dumb projects you had to complete

in return, he showed you some of his songs and let you watch a couple of his performances before getting bashful and hiding his phone away

jisung rapping made you feel butterflies shkddndj

you two hit it off and bounced off of each other as the conversation went on

after a while jeongin pestered you to go home with him to help him on the project he procrastinated on

it was getting late though so you agreed

jisung asked where you guys were heading and offered to walk you both, since hyunjin didn’t seem keen on leaving jeongin either

hyunjin and jisung instantly put down their boards to start skating to you guys’ dorms before you admitted you didn’t skate

jisung looked pretty shocked at the revelation before kicking his board back up

“hmm, why do you come to the park then?” he asked as you guys ended up walking back, hyunjin and jeongin ahead of you as they decided to skate back

“jeongin bothered me to come with him before he met you guys, then i just started tagging along to see you—, to just hang out.”

he waggled his eyebrows at you as you jogged ahead of him, “to come see me?- hey get back here!”

the four of you finally ended up home, hyunjin walking jeongin to his place a little further from yours as jisung took you to your dorm building to send you in

“oh, before you go, take this.” he mumbled, handing you his board

?????????

why was he handing you his board ಠ_ಠ

“isn’t this yours? why are you giving it to me?” you asked all confused

“i have a ton at my apartment, and this one has a cute design on the back,” he turned the board around and pointed at the art, “you said you like this style of art so i thought you’d enjoy it, and next time you come to the park bring it with you so i can teach you how to ride it”

he shyly scratched the back of his neck as he handed it to you, “take care of it, yeah? i’ll call you later y/n, bye~,” he shot you some finger guns before lamely moonwalking off your porch and running off towards where hyunjin was waiting for him

you carefully clutched the board and made your way inside, your heart beating at the thought of jisung remembering something so minuscule like your favorite art style

you and jeongin didn’t end up finishing his project that night and ending up screaming about your new crushes

true to his word, the next time you went to the park you brought the board with you and he taught you how to ride it

he took you to some smaller ramps in the back and placed the board down, holding out his hands for you to step onto it after noticing your hesitancy

you grabbed ahold of his palm and stepped onto the board, the wheel skidding as you felt like you were gonna tumble off

jisung kept you steady though by placing his free hand on your lower back as he let you find your balance

“make sure to angle your feet a little more that way—yeah like that! keep the board near you at all times.”

he watched as you pulled the board towards you and adjusted your stance a little, looking towards him for guidance

he gave you a big smile in return

“okay now imma pull you around a bit so you get comfortable,” he removed his hand from your lower back, (which you were a little sad about) and started to slowly pull you around

you started to death grip on jisungs hand and screamed how you were gonna die when jisung started pulling a little faster

“i got you,” jisung said fondly, as he pulled you in a little circle

“great, now imma let go for a second,” he let go of your palm before grabbing his other board and stepping his right foot on it

“now your gonna put your dominant foot on the board and push off, like this, and just let it take you to the end of the park.”

he pushed his board away before gesturing for you to push

you gulped before letting loose and pushing your foot off, you stumbled a bit before you felt jisung straighten you up, and then you were off

jisung started to jog beside you as you skated towards the other end of the park >///<

he stayed alongside you until you slowed to a stop and you jumped off, a little shaken from the experience

“you did so well!” jisung cheered, hopping over to give you a short hug, before pulling away with flushed cheeks

“thank you,” you mumbled, your own cheeks dusted pink

you guys walked over to where jisung dropped his bag and he tossed you a water bottle, before plopping onto the curb

“you did so much better then me when i first started, i fell off and twisted my ankle, i’m surprised i decided to get back on the board after that...”

“if you never went back to skateboarding, we never would’ve met.” you joked, downing half of the bottle before handing it back to jisung “and i’m only doing good cus i have a great teacher,” you winked as you adjusted your hat

“us never meeting is a sad thought,” jisung mused before drinking from the same bottle, “hey we just indirectly kissed.” he laughed, before looking down sheepishly

why was he so confident and shy at the same time shdjkkffk

“what if we directly kissed?” you asked before you lost all confidence, which you didn’t have much to start with anyways

you saw jisung shortcircuit before turning back towards you, and after getting a nod from you he leaned forward and captured your lips with his own

he tasted like chocolate ice cream and it made your heart go beserk

when you pulled back to breathe he chased after your lips and brought you back in again

your brain rn: sbjdkfklck

after a little make out session he took you back out until you were able to skate a little by yourself and even do some turns with jisung’s help

and if he gave you little kisses for every time you didn’t fall off that was for the two of you to know

bonus headcanons:

it didn’t take long for jeongin and hyunjin to get together after the both of you set them up

which meant double dates at the skate park!!

jisung made it his new life goal to teach you how to skate enough to go a long time without his assistance

:(( he wanted to go on skate dates with you in the nearby city

your favorite thing was to watch jisung do cool tricks you didn’t know the name of on his board, you were scared he was gonna crack his skull open with the stungs he was pulling (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

jisung mentioned in passing how he wanted a board with this specific design but he couldn’t find one anywhere and gave up

so for his birthday you painted a custom design for him and got it printed onto a skateboard

to say he cried was an understatement he started bawling when he unwrapped it

he almost didn’t wanna use it cus he was scared of scratching it, but you assured him it could be repaired and he took it out for a spin

you eventually got the hang of skating, (you couldn’t do any tricks and had a trouble coming to a stop but hey it was progress)

which meant skating through the city dates !!!!

jisung would give you his other airpod and you guys would skate around the city at night listening to your shared playlist

you loved it when he gave you an enamoured look whenever a girl group somg came on and you started belting out to a loona song

jisung could play almost any instrument and he often sang to you whenever you came over

you could just be lying in bed half asleep and he’d sing to you

you even started to pretend to fall asleep just to hear him softly sing to you and play with your hair

you ended up just using his old skateboard for the time being until jisung bought you a new one

he said he wanted to paint you one but wasn’t sure of his abilities so he got one that matched the design with your old one but was brand new

you also cried <//3

he couldn’t paint, but he could write songs!

he would write songs after you all the time and sing you cheesy love songs to embarass you

you would even draw him if he stood still long enough, and seeing the happy expression on his face whenever he took a look at your sketches was worth it

he gave you a lot of his hats so you guys could match together

he liked being the cliche matching couple !! so sue him !!

it was just the cutest relationship and jisung took good care of you and vice versa <33

jisung best boyfriend !!

thanks for reading ⁂

(gif by user hyunjins)

[honeypirate]

Fate of the Clouds

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 Gajeel x Fem Reader 

unedited 

“Hi” you say softly, sitting beside him against the side of the guild house. “Leave me alone” he turned away from you, his voice gruff. He smelled like fireworks and his hair was singed in a few places. You reach out and pinch the end of a lock that was smoldering “all that gorgeous hair, would hate for it to burn” you twist on your butt, laying your back against the sun warmed grass and placing your feet up against the building, you place your hands behind your head as you looked up at the clouds. 

“Why?” his voice was laced with annoyance that you were 50% sure was fake. You look over at his face “why what?” you smile softly at him and you watch his guard fall just a little bit “why won’t you leave me alone?” you sit up again, crossing your legs and resting your hands on your thighs as you study him for a moment “Gajeel, if you really want me to leave and I’m making you uncomfortable, I will. But honestly, I’d like to get to know you. So if it’s alright with you, i’d like to lay here by you and talk, unless you don't want to, then we can just sit together.” 

You watch his emotions in his eyes, he couldn’t understand you. You were sweet and cute and he heard all about how strong a wizard you were. You watched him tear apart the guild hall but you were here by him. Telling him you wat to get to know him? He couldnt decide if you were joking or not. When he doesnt say anything for a few minutes you lay back again, smiling as you look up at the sky. 

After ten minutes go by and your eyes flick down to him, he’s looking at his hands in his lap “Do you mind if I talk to you? You don’t have to respond '' your voice was quiet, like it was carried to his ears on the breeze, his gaze froze on a scar he has on his knuckle “I dont mind” his voice was quieter than you had heard before. His usual anger was gone, just like you suspected it was just a cover for his real feelings. You sigh softly and look back up to the clouds “there is a cloud up there that looks like a horse” he looks up then, his eyes searching, you chuckle and pat the ground next to you softly. He looks down at you, considering, trying to figure you out, to see if you could be hatching a plan. 

He sighs and moves over so he was laying beside you, tensing and watching your face when you scoot closer to him, moving your head down next to his so you could find the cloud again “there” you point up and it takes him a moment to tear his gaze from your soft smile to follow your finger to the right cloud. You move back into your place and smile as you watch the cloud float away and become a blob again. 

“When i was younger..,” you look at him “now you have to promise me you wont tell anyone this, okay? Pinky promise me and since we’re friends you cant break it” you hold up your hand, pinky out and wait for him. His head turns, looking at your eyes and then down to your hand. His fingers drum against his stomach before he hooks his pinky around yours. You smile and pull your hand still connected to his and kiss the back of your thumb, pushing his hand towards his lips next “kiss or it doesnt work” his cheeks flush and he huffs in annoyance but kisses the back of his thumb anyway “thank you Gajeel” you whisper before your hands rest against your stomach again. 

“When I was younger, I had a job on a farm. I would use my water magic to help the crops among other things. I once rode a horse to check for the cows and was feeling really proud of my horse riding skill, I rode down the wrong path, got scraped off the back of my horse and thrown down the mountain. Had a nasty cut on my neck and i wasn't trusted riding alone again. I know this story is stupid, juvenile, but the point is this; trust is something that is really hard to earn, but worth every second. Sure i have other stories i could have told you, other magical ones where i fucked up missions. But all of them have the same point. Proving that you can grow as an individual, proving that people are worthy of a second chance, it’s nice that we even have that opportunity.” you point out another cloud “ooh look at that one! It looks like a starfish!” you chuckle and notice the smile on his lips  

 “Forgiveness has always come easy to me. I truly would like to be your friend and get to know you. No jokes, no dirty tricks. I’m here if you’ll have me Gajeel” he sighs gently, his hands holding his shirt in his fists, his knuckles turning white, after a few minutes his hands release his shirt and he relaxes into the grass.

 He doesn't get any bad vibes from you, if he had to put a picture to how you feel to him, he would picture a field of daisies on a summer day. “That one” he reaches up and points “that one looks like a dragon with a rider on it’s back” you chuckle and follow his finger to the cloud you could see the dragon but figured the rider smudged away “it does! That’s so cute” his cheeks flush and a true smile sits upon his lips. 

After another ten minutes storm clouds roll in as well as cold winds, you shiver and sit up again, turning towards him as he sat up next to you, you reach out slowly and when he doesn't move or say anything you gently run your fingers through his thick hair, pulling out the pieces of grass that stuck to him. “Thank you for letting me sit with you” you smile sweetly up at him, even sitting by him he was much taller and bigger than you. “Thank you, for wanting to” he avoids your gaze, his cheeks dusting pink yet again. 

Every day you would eat meals with him and talk, slowly you would convince others to give him a chance. Inviting others to sit with you both, he slowly opened up more to you and you would cloud gaze and chat about your missions and other things you have witnessed or experienced. but even then, you had to take missions that kept you apart occasionally. 

Excitement was flooding your system, you were a few blocks away from home and you haven't been back for a few months, your last mission was difficult and you spent some time in the hospital. You were so excited to see Gajeel you almost couldn't handle it, forcing yourself to take normal steps and not to run. 

You open the door and look around at everyone, looking for your specific person. Gajeel was in the back of the room, deep in conversation with Levy. Your smile disappears and you feel your heart skip before it crumbles into your stomach. You were happy for him, proud of his growth in the guild. You blink back your tears and then clear your throat softly, working your way through the crowd to the stairs to the dorm. 

You were supposed to be back today, where were you?! He was checking the door every few minutes, his heart racing and his foot tapping against the stone floor. He had gotten back from his mission a few days prior and was waiting for you, you sent him a letter saying when you expected to be back and he kept that letter in his inside jacket pocket. “Hey Gajeeeeel” Levy says as she comes over to his table and he groans internally, he just wanted to talk to you,. 

After humoring her for a few minutes he hears the door close behind him, he turns his head and looks for you but doesn't find you, his eyes lock with Mirajane and she points across the crowded room. When Gajeel followed her finger he sees the end of your hair and bag disappear up the stairs “excuse me” he says, cutting her off and standing quickly, running after you. 

The moment your door closes it’s being opened again, you gasp and your bag falls to the ground “why didn’t you come to me?” he asks, his eyes filled with hurt. You smile up at him and reach behind him, closing the door gently. “You looked busy” you laugh nervously and he furrows his brow “no, dont, don't do this, okay? I was counting down the seconds until you returned, I always count the seconds until you return. So please, come see me immediately next time. Okay?”  your breath hitches as you look at him, his words sinking into your heart. His eyes were wild and his hands were stretched out towards you, he wanted to hug you but you haven't broken the physical touch barrier.. until now. 

You throw your arms around his neck and he tenses, his breath hitching “I missed you so much Gajeel” you whisper and his body relaxes against you, his arms holding you to him tight as he buries his face into your hair. “I missed you too” you pull back and smile up at the dark haired man “wanna get some food and cloud watch and catch up?” you ask and he nods “i’d love to” he says, his gruff voice extremely softer than usual. 

Sitting at a table downstairs you eat your fill, after being gone for so long and not eating enough, it was like you were in heaven. “wow i cant believe you took 5 different missions in two weeks” you say as you finish eating. He laughs “i just took smaller papers so i could back here when you would '' you smile warmly, but he was too busy eating to notice the sweet look you’re giving him. 

You end up on your spot on the grass outside of the build, watching the clouds and talking. You show him your healing wounds that will most likely scar and tell him about your time in the hospital. He looks worried about you but tries to laugh it off “you were scars like badges” you giggle “well duh. I work hard for them” his finger tips brush one of your healed scars and he sighs “i wish you didnt have to get hurt though” he whispers and your heartbeat skips. His eyes meet yours and you smile softly, his eyes looking down to your lips and you almost lean forward to kiss him but before you can he’s turning his attention back to the sky. 

I am such a coward he thinks. How am i supposed to fix this? How do i get back to that moment. His eyes are on your face, watching the clouds reflected on your shiny eyes, the tufts of moisture that you gaze at like you’re reading his fate, and he gets an idea. “look at that one” he points and you don’t really know which one he’s talking about “which one? What does it look like?” He laughs “come see it from my perspective” he all but whispers and you roll on your side, bringing your face close to his to trace his eyesight to the right cloud. But his eyes were on you, on your smiling face and bright eyes, you were gorgeous.

“That one. Right there. It’s a cloud that looks like a cat” you reach out and place your hand on his bicep, your small hand traveling softly down his arm until your hand rests against his bracelet “I can’t find it” you whisper and pout, how could you be so adorable? “It’s right there I don’t know how you can’t see it” he chuckles and you turn your head around, trying different angles before you turn and look back at him “I can’t find it-“ your breath hitches when you notice his gaze is on you, a small smile on his lips and his eyes gentle. His hand moved to cup your cheek “you’re beautiful” his gruff voice was a low whisper, the wind blowing your hair behind you and rustling his into his face. Your hand moves without thinking, brushing his hair out of his eyes and cupping his cheek for a moment. 

“Did these hurt?” your fingers gently brush the studs along his eyebrow “they were magic” you hum, probably hurt as much as the guild tattoo. “These too?” your first finger gently slides down the side of his nose and he nods, his eyes never leaving yours, “what about .. these?” your thumb runs along his bottom lip before pulling it down gently, letting it smack against his teeth as you brush his chin studs. His eyes flick down to your lips and you lean in almost all the way before your eyes flick up to his “Gajeel.. Did you really miss me?” you whisper and a strangled groan escapes his throat “every day” his lips touch yours and you feel sparks burst across your skin, your hand moving to tangle in his hair as he pulls you closer to him. 

You pull back and sigh, your eyes closed for a few moments before they flutter open and meet his. He has a soft blush on his cheeks and a smile “should we form a group?” you ask and he laughs, bringing a smile to your lips “probably” he says as he brushes his fingertips across your cheek “but.. More than that right?” he asks with furrowed brows and you chuckle, pressing your lips softly to the tip of his nose before turning and looking up at the clouds again, like you could read your fate in the tufts of moisture. 

 “I love you Gajeel” you whisper and his breath hitches “you do?” he asks, reaching out and turning your gaze back to his. You smile and nod “yes” he smiles softly, a soft sigh of peace as he presses his forehead to yours “I love you y/n” 

[tick-fic-nick]

Neighbors p2

Ranboo could feel the two other men staring at him, it made the enderman half of him quite uncomfortable. He could tell by look at both Technoblade and Philza that they were planning something, he felt the need to escape but Techno was blocking the door.

A monotone voice from behind him got his attention "Hey, Ranboo?"

He turned to look at the Blade with a nervous expression. He trusted his neighbors not to murder him but the look in their eyes was just pure evil. Ranboo knew something was about to happen. But even though his nervousness he was able to ask "uhh, yeah Techno?"

Techno was now close enough and put an arm around him, pulling him along with him to the couch where philza sat smiling, still looking rather flushed. They sat down next to him, Ranboo between the two men, philza leaning into his back and right side.

Technos arm that was behind Ranboo scratched lightly against his left side. Ranboo jumped, leaning more into philza. A small giggle leaving his lips. Some of the nervousness and anxiety that he felt, got away from him in this moment.

"You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?" And he repeated the scratching, getting the same reaction.

A small blush dusted Ranboos cheeks (though it was only seen from the white side). "Ehehe I'm not sure." He answered honestly.

Technoblade partiality dropped his mischievous gleam, "wait, have you never been tickled before?" He lowered his hand from his neighbors side. Ranboos only response was a small innocent shake of his head.

It made sense to techno. Endermen were typically very bashful and lonely creature that took to themselves. Also, Ranboo himself was a little strange. That and along with his tall, sometimes creepy, stature he could assume that people might not be touchy Feely with him.

Philza wrapped his arms around Ranboo in a comforting embrace, "well mate, do you want to be?" He nuzzled into the taller man's shoulder

"Uh, I mean I probably won't mind, what should I do--" he was cut off by his own squeaking. Philzas fingers poking his stomach he curled up on himself. Techno spidered both his hands onto any area he could find on his abdomen. Ranboos was giggling like mad, and was only made worse when his friends started to tease him.

"Tktktktktktktktkt"

"Oh mate, look. We've got a giggler!"

"Ahahehehe! Guhuhuys! Guhuhuhuhuys wahahit!"

Through his laughter his body kept sliding down until his head was in philzas lap, giggling into his pants leg. His knees get scoped up by techno and get placed in his lap as he begins to spider there as well. His legs lightly kicked out trying very hard not to injury anyone.

"Aww, Ranboo, this is adorable!" Philza teased as his finger began tracing his ears and neck. The constant giggling turned high pitched. On Ranboos white side his blush just kept getting deeper and deeper. It was soon covered by ranboos hands hiding his face.

"Nohohohoho, ihihihim not --Eek ahahahadohohorablehehehe!" His giggles were muffled, but still loud enough. He also squirmed enough that his tucked shirt had become untucked, even to the point of been rid up.

"I don't know Ranboo, this is preeeeeeetty adoorable" techno teased as his fingers began to slither within Ranboos shirt, gently pinching and scratching the two toned tummy, and ribs underneath. Ranboos giggles turned into actual laughter.

"Ranboo, I cant see you laugh if your hands are infront of you face~" philza took the left hand of ranboo and held it up. With his other hand he wiggled his hand into his armpit. Ranboos threw his head back and his laughing only got louder from there.

Philza looked down at him to make sure he was okay. Even with have half his face covered, it was clear that ranboo wasn't totally hating the situation that was thrust upon him. His laughter was carefree, and he hasn't said stop yet. Not even his hands were trying to stop.

"Guhuhuhuhuhuhuhuys! PleheheEEHEEASE!"

Techno changed his technique to vibrating his fingers on ranboos ribs. "Whats wrong Ranboo? Does this tickle? Are we tickling you?"

"IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT- AHAHA!" His light laughter turned into loud cackles. The hand that still covered his face rushed down to grab hold of technos wrists. "NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Philza stopped torturing the poor man's hollowed pits, and let go of his other arm. Which shot down to protect his torso from technos tickly onslaught.

Techno looked over to Ranboos flushed facial features, tear stains, wide smile, with a twitching eyebrow. He slowed his fingers to a light skittering, letting the loud laughter die down into giggles and light squirms.

Techno kept this up for a bit, and ranboo never did complain and he just dissolved into the couch, into Phil, and Techno. He could've almost fallen asleep... almost.

When Techno finally stopped, he looked at Ranboos face. On the human side he had remnants of tear stains and a big wobbly smile. On the enderman side, it looked more relaxed and calm. When he first walked into the house, his enderman features were cautious and meek, but now he seemed more legitimatly happy.

"Now does this count as platonic physical affection?"

He knows techno didn't mean it as a tease but it still made him feel tingly. "Yeah, uh I... I wouldn't mind."

Those words warmed the two older men's hearts, though techno would never admit it. Wordlessly, they all know that this was probably going to happen a lot more, but they didn't have to think about that right now.

A light rain began to tap at the windows, ranboo looked towards it "Aaaaand it looks like I'm staying for a bit. If that's okay with you techno"

Techno looked outside, and it wasn't heavy rain, but he knew his friend had quite the water allergy, "Yeah, wouldn't want ya to melt out there." He picked up his friends legs while standing and set them on his seat. He walked over to his reading chair with a book in hand and glasses on snout.

Ranboo was still slumped into the couch laying his head on Phil's leg, who had begun to play with his two toned tufts of hair. Too tired to move he started to drift off into a nap. Thinking about his bad ass neighbors just wrecked him with tickles, with a slight smile still glued onto his face.

[ineloqueent]

hedgehogs & kisses

Brian May x Reader

synopsis: Brian takes you to see some of his favourite animals— hedgehogs!

warnings: this is so sugary sweet that your teeth might fall out :’)

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i could not for the life of me find a gif of brian from 1974, but i love his expressions in this one, so there :)

see the moodboard here!

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Spring, 1974

“Love, it’s time to get up.”

Fingers curled around your upper arm, and despite their lightness, you buried further down into your pillow, retreating.

“But ‘m so comfortable,” you mumbled, refusing to open your eyes.

Faintly, you registered the sound of Brian’s warm chuckle, and the bed sinking beneath him as he sat down.

“Do you remember what I said we’d do today?” he asked, his touch ghosting your neck as he brushed little hairs from your face.

“Something about getting up horribly early,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut to prove your point.

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ll agree it’s worth it.”

His fingers caressed your cheek lazily, and you sighed, turning over so that you faced him, and shuffling closer, to wrap your arms around his middle.

You felt cashmere and denim beneath your hands, and knew that he was already dressed, but you nuzzled into his side and pulled him closer.

You nearly succeeded in toppling him back into bed, but he laughed,

“No, I’m not falling for that again. Get up, love.”

You groaned and pulled your pillow over your eyes.

Brian pried the pillow gently from your fingers and set it aside. He leaned down to you, his breaths tickling your skin, and began to kiss down your temple and along your jaw. When he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, you reciprocated, bringing your arms around his neck.

But he pulled away, after nudging your nose with his.

“C’mon, beautiful.”

When you still didn’t move, he sighed.

Then he slid his hands beneath you and swept you into his arms, hoisting you up.

You gave a cry of surprise, finally opening your eyes to attempt to bat him away.

“Put me down, you fool!”

He smiled down at you, his eyes twinkling. “Absolutely not.”

“What, you gonna carry me the whole way to the woods?”

“Ah, so you do remember.”

You grumbled, “I’d have said I was looking forward to it, if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s currently four o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.”

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” said Brian, and set you down gently. “Now get dressed and we can go. It’s quite cold out, though, so I’d recommend layers.”

You folded your arms. “Thought you said you weren’t gonna put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t get dressed, I really will pick you up again and carry you the whole way to the woods.”

“Not if you can’t catch me!” you said, and hurried down the hall.

Brian called after you, “How old are you, again?”

“Younger than you!” you hollered back.

“Yeah, by a few months.”

You paused at the bathroom door, because he hadn’t followed you. “But you’re not old enough to not chase after me,” you said.

There was a silence. Then,

“Certainly not. You want to find out who can run faster?”

“What?”

Footfalls bounded down the hall and you shrieked with laughter as his arms wound around you again, and he lifted you off the ground to whirl you around.

⭒

A good half-hour later, you were dressed in five layers, because the early spring was still cold. Woolen socks warmed your feet in your faux-fur-padded boots, and a scarf stolen from Brian’s extensive collection adorned your neck. Your collar was pulled up to your chin, and you wore trousers lined with fleece.

You shivered all the same. It was still chilly outside, though the snow had finally begun to melt, and sprigs of bright green grass and bulbs in various colours had started to poke through the surface of the forest floor.

Brian’s cheeks and nose were pink, and his curls fluttered about his face as the wind blew through the trees.

It was a bit of a walk to where you were going, but you didn’t mind, because you were always happy to spend more time with Brian.

Except that it was really very cold.

You shivered again.

Brian glanced over at you, smiled, and took your hand.

“Nearly there, love.”

And as the two of you passed a particularly tall pine tree, Brian suddenly pulled you down behind a log, and shushed your askance of what he was doing.

“Look, there.” He raised his hand and, pressing close to you, pointed directly ahead, to a bush beneath which there seemed to be a hole in the ground. Upon closer scrutiny, you realised that the hole was not only a hole, but a den, inhabited by a black-nosed creature with soft hazel eyes— much like Brian’s— and a fine-tufted tail of orange dipped in snowy white.

“A fox,” you murmured, and Brian smiled.

“Foxes,” he corrected, and when you blinked at him, he nodded in the direction of the den again, and there you saw, not one, not two, but three foxes.

Two of the animals were more brown in the colour of their coats, and looked quite a bit smaller. The third fox seemed to be coercing the first two out of the den.

“Kits,” said Brian, in the soft voice he reserved for stargazing and animals, and for you, when his romanticism got the better of him. “They’re getting ready to leave the den for the first time.”

The smaller foxes still had half-closed eyes, and looked sleepy in the twilight, still rather infant-like.

“So early?”

“They’re a little late, actually. Most kits leave the den within three or four weeks after birth. But those ones must be at least six or seven weeks, with their colouring. They’re getting that red tinge to their coats, see.”

He was right; little patches of red had begun to seep into the brown, like blooming flowers, or a fire spreading.

After watching the foxes for a little while longer, Brian took your hand again.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Some owls might still be up and about.”

“Really?” you asked, as he pulled you up to stand.

He nodded. “Still a little dark out, so probably.”

Swinging your clasped hands between you, he winked, and led you up a small hill.

Letting go of your hand, he lifted both of his to his lips, and through some complicated contortion of his long fingers, made a sound that could easily have been mistaken for the hoot of an actual owl.

Then, without warning, a shadow swept over you, and instinctively, you ducked, turning just in time to see the outline of what looked to be a large barn owl.

Brian laughed, “It went straight for me! Must have mistaken my hair for a nice, cosy spot of moss for a nest, eh?”

You grinned back at him. “It was as attracted to your hair as I was.”

Brian rolled his eyes, a smile still on his lips. The two of you had a running joke that his hair was the only thing he had going for him, though, of course, that was completely false. You told him often how much you loved every part of him, body and soul, with kisses, with words, with a short gaze or a lingering touched. You loved him very dearly, you did.

The warmth in your heart seemed to have made you suddenly sleepy, because you yawned, and Brian canted his head at the sight of you.

“Oh dear,” he said, drawing close to smooth a gentle hand over your hair. “One more thing, and then we’ll get you back to bed, my love.”

You nodded, and Brian wrapped his arm around you as the two of you began to walk again.

It was nearly six in the morning, and light was dawning in the pale sky, fluffy clouds painted in pastels as the sun rose beneath them.

“Here we are,” murmured Brian, after a short walk that had taken you back down the hill and slightly north of the fox den you’d seen earlier. “Unfortunately, I’ve seen no sign of badgers, so that’ll have to wait until another time. But…”

He stooped, and pulled from his jacket pocket a small, burlap pouch. He scattered the contents on the ground beside what looked to be a burrow, then replaced the empty pouch in his pocket, and backed away from the spot, beckoning for you to follow him.

This time, your hiding place was behind a bush, and the two of you crouched quietly, the remnants of snow squeaking beneath your shoes as you settled into a comfortable position.

You waited silently for a few minutes, you yawning repeatedly but trying your best to stay awake, whilst Brian watched with rapt attention the spot he’d left the dried insects.

Then, there came a snuffling sort of sound, and a hedgehog with wide dark eyes and little feet scurried forward, examining the food which Brian had left for it.

Upon seeing the little fellow, you let out a gasp, and Brian glanced over at you, his expression pleased, his eyes alight with a peculiar sort of happiness that seemed almost to define his features more— sharpen the brightness of his irises, broaden the curve of his smile, bring more colour into his cheeks, emphasise the little freckle at the lower half of his lip.

You reached out to take his hand, and his fingers intertwined easily with yours, as you watched the first hedgehog be joined by a second, which appeared to be its mate. You were reminded of yours and Brian’s own little family.

When the hedgehogs had departed once more, some indeterminate minutes later, you were truly beginning to fall asleep.

“Oh, love,” Brian murmured, and pulled you into his arms, placing a brief kiss upon your brow. “Let’s go home.”

You nodded and let him lead you back to the house.

But really, while he was around, you’d been home all along.

[lifes-better-on-saturn]

Make up or Break up

Summary: Ransom can't seem to settle down for you and your over the back and forth so you try to leave but he wont let you get away so easy. Is this the end or the beginning? Warning: Angst, Swearing, Aurguing, Smut Ransom being a bit of a Hoe teehee. Again not very well edited. Hope you enjoy xx ------------------------ "Hugh Ransom Fucking Drysdale, are you insane?!" You shouted as he took a swig of his beer. Rolling his eyes he pulled off his coat and scarf throwing it over a chair. "I leave for two fucking days and you your mates throw a party for a bunch of cheaps whores. No doubt you fucked one of them! Jesus christ! Is this what I get for putting up with your shit?" Your hands ran through you hair, pulling as you paced back and forth. "Do you ever think?" You questioned and he moved to the living room. You followed him only to watch him plop himself down unceremonisously on the sofa turning on the T.V, trying to drown your voice out. "Can you stop nagging for once? Just fucking chill" He asked sarcastically giving you that look. "You know what. Fuck. You. Just. Fuck you." You breathed out before storming up the stairs towards you shared bedroom. He rolled his eyes until he heard the loud sob and the sound of things being thrown to the ground. His eyes widened as he jumped off the couch running up the stairs to catch you hastily and aggresively throwing your clothes into the suit case you had soon to unpack. Coat hangers and shoes laid all over the ground. "Wha-What are you doing." He started to pick up random items thrown carelessly on the ground. He threw them towards the closet. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your nose and sobs racked your body. "I cant do this anymore Ransom. Your a self-absorbed son of a bitch who doesnt deserve all the shit I've done for you! I can't be with you anymore." You sobbed as you turned back to your clothes in the closet, you pulled them off the hangers, refusing to look at the man standing frozen in the door way. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave! What the fuck?!" Finally snapping out of his daze he rushed over to where you were and started pulling your clothes from the case throwing them on the bed beside him. "Stop." You spoke darkly picking up the newly discarded clothes and shiving them rouchly back in. You falt as if you were going in a circle. When you put something back in he pulled it out again. "Ransom, your being childish." Your voice shook as you paused with your hands inside the case so he wouldnt pull and more out. "I'm being childish? Whos the one threating to run off?" He asked incrediously. Scoffing, you continued to shove your shoes in. Zipping it up you moved over your vanity packing you make up into a bag. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. But jesus fuck you can't leave me! You mine!" He slammed his fist on the wood next to you. Stopping for a moment you let out a shaky breathe before continuing. "I'm no ones fucking property Ransom. And im certainly not yours. I cant keep living with you knowing you'll never truly be satisfied with me, or anything in your life. God your so selfish. I can;t live knowing everytime i leave your probably out with some skinny, model looking bitch!" You screamed, all the frustration that hasd built up in the last 15 minutes pouring out of you. "Why can't you trust me!?" He yelled back. You scoffed and smiled bitterly. "Give me one good fucking reason to! Every time i leave you alone, i see pictures of you with your arm around some bitches shoulders. Videos of you stumbling from strip clubs. Jesus christ Ransom, GIVE ME ONE GOOD FUCKING REASON TO TRUST YOU!" You sobbed as you picked up a picture fram of you and him at your cousins wedding a while back. Without thinking you piffed it at him, luckily in your tear stained vision your aim was thrown off and it flew straight over his head. "Look if you would just list-" He tried to reason. "NO. I'm sick of your lies and excuses. I'm done listening to your bullshit Ransom. Get it. Done!" You cried before moving back to the suitcase shoving your make up bag into it and pulling it off the bed. "hey. No, your not leaving me. are you listening to me?" Soon enough he ripped the handle from your grasp, grabbing ahold of your wrist and pushed you up against the wall. His now red eyes stared back at you, into your bloodshot and mascara smudged one. You tried yo look away but one strong hand attatched itself to your jaw and made you look him in the eyes. "You can't leave me! Okay?!" His voice softened as his eyes searched yours. "Please. I need you." You rolled your eyes and jerked your face away from his hand. "No you don't. You can have any whore you want, you. Dont. Need. Me. Just like i don't need you." Your words came out harsh and aggresive. You watched as he flinched slightly at your words, but quickly snapped himself out of it as he ducked his head towards you neck, placing light, open mouthed kisses along it. "Let me show you how much i need you, please." You rolled your eyes but let yourself give in. A little make up/ break up sex wouldn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to you let yourself induldge in what could possibly be your last night of pleasure with Ransom. Your lips parted as he started to suck marks into you collarbone. Yanking yourself from his grip you pushed him back towards the bed. "You better make it up to me good, or i so help me god." You growled as you crawled onto the bed to straddle him. His hands quickly flew to your waist and pulled you down towards him to press his lips roughly agaisnt yours. His hands roamed your body affectionately. "You know i will baby. I'll fuck you so good you'll never wanna leave."  he growled as he flipped your bodies over, his brooding frame now towering over your significantly smaller one. His lips attatched themselves the supple flesh of your neck, he sucked  and licked trying to create marks. You let out a breathy moan and the feeling. Your hands slithered there way up his clothed back into his hair, your finger wrapping around the gelled back tufts. His hands made their way under your shirt lifting it over your head before placing soft kisses on your now exposed skin. As his lips decended towards your covered breasts his hands pulled the cups down so the fleshy globes spilled out. His lips immediately connected to them as he licked and sucked your hard nipples. His hands trailed behind you hastily undoing your bra clip and pulling roughly from your body only to continue to suckle on your nipples like a starving child. You hands soon found their way up his sweater and onto his tan skin. Your nails trailed their way up the expanse of his sloly pulled his shirt up as a signal for him to take it off. He quickly ripped it off so you could go back to raking your manicured nails down the toned skin of his back. His kisses their way down your body until he reached your jeans. Fumbling with them his yanked them down your legs your underwear going with them. An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he gazed at your wet center. "God baby, so wet for me." He swiped a finger through the wetness bringing it to his lips sucking the wetness off. He then clamped his lips around your clit roughly sucking all while keeping his eyes on yours. You threw your head back in pleasure, moans and groans spilled past your lips until a large hand reached up and gripped your chin forcing you to look down at him.   "Keep your eyes on me baby." HE whispered before immediately going back to work. His tongue lashed and licked expertly through your slit, the hand that was cupping your jaw came down to rub rough circles on your clit. The stubborn side of you so badly wanted to conceal your moans to not give him that satisfaction but he was just so damn good. "Gonna cum for me babe? Huh? Cmon, cum all in my mouth for me." His husky voice fanned across your lower lips, cauing you to shiver. Chuckling, he thrust his long tongue into your entrance, causing you to grip his hair roughly.  You hips lifted off the bed and you ground them hastily into his face. "Your such an asshole." You breathed out as your first orgasm of what you knew would be many tonight. He continued to lick you through the after shocks, his lips wrapped around the little nub lightly as you chest heaved up and down. You flopped down letting out a loud breath. Before you knew it Ransom's broad figure loomed over your own, his lips swallowed up your gasps and heavy breaths. "Not even gonna make you suck me off, baby." He smiled as he nosed up your jaw a smile . You hadnt realised that he had taken his pants off until you felt his hard length press into your thigh. His lips ghosted up you neck as his fingers rubbed along your slit and caressed you lightly. "Oh, how thoughtful of you." You rolled your eyes as he growled. "Flip that sexy ass over baby." You smirked as you did what he said and got on your knees, your chest pressed into the soft covers, your ass in the air. He hummed running his hands over the soft, plump flesh of what he liked to call 'his' ass. "You want my cock, baby?" His voice, if possible, dropped an octave. A hum was your only response as your hips swayed back and forth hopefully enticing him to finally fuck you. He teasingly rubbed his tip through your slit and against your clit before finally pushing all the way in. You both let out a loud groans as he bottomed out in your pussy. He smiled malicously, before pulling almost all the way out.  He quickly rammed himself back in before continuously thrusing in and out at an anamalistic pace. Letting out a loud 'Oh fuck!' you burried your face into the duvet as he rocked your bodies back forth roughtly. "You like the way I fuck you baby? Huh? Ain't anybody ever gonna fuck you as good as me." He growled as his thrust got harder and somehow faster. You moaned and his hands gripped your waist in a vice like grip, one hand coming down on the soft pillows of your ass. "God babygirl. You won't leave me. Won't leave me coz this dick way too good isn't it baby. Just like your pussy so tight, i'll never need another. You know that baby, don't you." Your pussy contricted around his dick, making him moan loudly. Pulling out, he flipped you over, shoving himself savagely into you once more before throwing your legs over his shoulders. Up on his knees he peered down at your fucked out state, pressing light kisses to you calf soothing you before he quickly resumed fucking you with reckless abandon. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The sound of your skin slapping echoed through the room, making it all the more erotic.   "Jesus, fuck Ransom!" You screamed as your second orgasm took over your body. You cried out as you body shook from the coil inside you snapping. You flopped back as his thrusts got faster and sloppier as he chased his own high hips snapping into yours. "Gonna cum in this pussy baby."  He snarled he pounded harder into you. You could feel the pain beginning to set in. He moved his hand back down towards your core and rubbed hasty circles onto your clit. Your third orgasm hit you like a truck, triggering his own as he spilled his load into you, cock twitching inside of you. He let out a loud grunt pressing his hips into yours. "Damn, babe." You rolled yourself off the bed making your way to the bathroom once he had let your legs go and flopped down next you. He had a habit of closing his eyes to bask in the aftermath of the mind-blowing sexy you often had. So with out him noticing you picked up your clothes and closed the door. Quickly cleaning yourself up and changing you walked back into the room, grabbing the suitcase, and your phone before making you way towards the door.   Obviously realising you were gone he sat up only to catch you dressed and gathering your things. "Wha- What are you doing?" He stumbled over his words and his feet trying to find his pants as he watched you open the door, suitcase in hand. "I need some time away. You need to get your shit together and figure out in you actually want this, or if you just wanna be a rich, trustfund, playboy for the rest of your life. Let me know when you figure your it out." Your voice cracked slightly as you walked out the door. You heard him rush up and stumble over himself. His voice faded into the distance as you sped up your pace to get to the door before he caught up. Snatching up your keys your yanked open the door and rushing out, the tears threatning to spill. You all but ran down to your car throwing the case in the boot and jumping in, starting up the car and driving down the road. As you drove away you watched Ransom in the rearview mirror. He gripped his hair as he watched you drive away clad only in boxers and unbuckled kahkis. You were surpised he didn't jump in his fancy sports car and chase after you. Tears started to cloud your vision casing you to have to pull over. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, you knuckles turning white as you sobbed to yourself, all while back at the house, there was already a hole in the wall and a bottle of scotch sitting on the table. You sped the rest of the way to your mums house who spent the night consoling you and wiping your tears, before you fell asleep in her bed. One thought plauged your thoughs the entire night, awake and sleeping. Was this really the end? THE END 2nd part linked here  ❤️❤️❤️

[archived-gtronpa-account]

I just,,, wanna offer my contribution to @sam-cant-function 's borrower Makoto AU so,,,

Borrower!Ultimate hope !!

Word count: 2100

Summary: Naegiri, but Makoto is a borrower and Kyoko isn't easy to fool.

(based on this post)

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Pins, needles, paperclips; it was hard not to notice those missing for someone as sharp as Kyoko.

The mysterious crumbs on spotless countertops were also a giveaway. She would have thought of vermins and pests running in her walls had it only been for the crumbs and missing foods, but the odd ustensiles and knick-knacks that frequently went missing eventually lead the detective girl to an odd conclusion; there was a small, intelligent being swiping from her.

She considered investigating the place to see if she could understand what kind of being she was being faced with, but decided against it as the creature might see her in the act and flee off, so she opted for a more sublte approach.

Everyday, she kept a drawer cracked open, an unfinished plate out, some pencil leads carefully scattered on the floor; any small thing she'd notice were it to disappear. Later at the academy, where the creature couldn't spy on her, she would take out her notebook and make a list of what had been taken that day.

Looking at her notes had her more and more impressed every time. The little creature seemed to have a concept of habit and schedule; taking necessities weekly to bi-weekly according to its needs rather than stealing whatever was available. Kyoko also started to make tests to try to understand the nature of the creature, leaving animal foods out now and then, small mechanical parts, crafting materials, fabric, seeds...

Gradually, it became clear that the little being had a tendency to steal the more humane things she left out. That piqued her curiosity, and lead her to notice things she hadn't seen before, like bits of soap missing, or a small trail of shampoo under her closed bottle.

Kyoko found herself amused and eager to investigate about the small humane being. Everyday, she was so excited to see what had gone missing that she found it hard to keep the smile off her face.

After school, she went to her room and knelt down, feigning to pick up a discarded paper when she was only counting the paperclips on the floor.

"...four, five..." She muttered under her breath. There was one missing. Usually, that also meant some yarn would be missing as well.

She stood up and headed to where the roll of yarn was left, when she heard shuffling.

Her eyes snapped in the direction of the sound. There was a lone can of white paint on a shelf, but nothing unusual about it.

She kept her gaze fixated on the can, silent and motionless. There was no mistaking that sound, something was hiding behind that container.

Kyoko saw something, a flicker of movement or her eyes tricking her. It was so small she would have missed it had she blinked, but she was certain it was movement.

Runts and pests don't hide and stay silent. Chances were, the little thief was hiding behind the paint can. It seemed like it didn't have anywhere to flee from there. Kyoko bit her lip, uncertain about the situation. She had done her best for weeks to stay out of the creature's business, only investigating from the shadows, but at that moment she had the perfect opportunity to finally get a good look at it and confirm some of her suspicions. Still, she risked scaring it off and never seeing it again. She could leave the room, and keep watching from the shadows forever.

But she wanted more than that.

Kyoko shook her head, stood on her tip toes and made her way to the shelf, quiet as a mouse. Thankfully, the lamp at the end of the room played in her favor, as her shadow wouldn't give her away if she looked from above at the right angle.

She stood still and listened for any movement, any shifting, breathing. She thought she had heard something, but she couldn't place it.

Kyoko leaned above the can, and her eyes widened at the sight. Maybe she had expected some animalistic creature, with some sort of anthropomorphic characteristic at most. She had not expected the creature to look so unsettlingly human.

Two hands and two feet, a human face and head with a tuft of brown messy hair on top, clothing, shoes and a bag. It looked exactly like a human boy, aside from some small furry tail on its back.

It jumped in surprise and it's head shot up in her direction. Dammit, she must have lost her focus and breathed out.

Purple eyes locked onto brown ones. The detective noticed the small boy's face contorted in fear, it's whole body shaking and it's arms clinging onto its bag. He looked so human, and it radiated off terror. Kyoko felt a pang of guilt at the sight. Her curiosity had lead to that outcome, and who knew what would happen after that encounter?

Kyoko turned around and left the room, eyes fixated on the ground. Hopefully, if she left fast and let the tiny boy escape, he would come back again and not run away to where she would never see him again.

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The boy must have understood her trick

For days, she didn't find her stuff missing anymore. The pins and needles didn't bother her as much as the crumbs remaining on her counter every morning. Either he had found a new source of food, or the tiny boy had left for good.

Turned out, it was the former. Kyoko eventually started to find small dents in her food packages and boxes. The relief of that discovery was short lived however, as she realized there was much less food missing than ever, and times and times again, she didn't find crumbs missing from the same package after she found dents on it.

To think that the tiny boy must have been keeping tabs on her to see if she would trick him again, change food sources all the time not to get caught, and the worryingly small amount of food missing... Kyoko felt sick with guilt. Her curiosity had lead her to starving the tiny boy, and she had no idea on how to go about fixing her mistake.

Eventually, she decided to leave a simple note out and some food in a bottle cap, some attempt at an apology. But that didn't work. However, when she got her note back, she took time to examine it at the academy and traced footprints on it. The best result she got from that was that the boy had opened the note and stood at the bottom of the text, strongly suggesting he had read the note or at least knew the placement of Latin letters.

Given the intellect that much required, she hypothesised that the tiny boy may be able to understand her English to some extent. She considered trying to communicate with him, but decided against it for the longest time.

That option came back to mind when her belongings started being brought back.

It had been such a long time since she found the number of pins on her desk decreasing, so it came as a shock when she found it increasing, at eight instead of seven.

Later that same day, she found a paperclip in her bag that she was sure she hadn't placed.

That much was odd, and admittedly, worrying for the detective. She wasn't sure what the implications of her stuff being gradually bought back were, but in any case, she feared she might be harming the tiny boy badly. She needed to act soon.

If he decided to leave for good, then be it, but Kyoko wouldn't let him live in hunger and fear. He'd either stay and live well or leave for his own good.

Kyoko stayed up that same night and awaited his arrival. When the clock struck four, she thought the tiny boy wouldn't come that night, but her worry vanished when she heard shuffling in the kitchen.

She waited a moment and listened to the small pitter-patter of tiny feet. Once she heard it had gotten far enough from its initial source, she got up and made her way to the kitchen.

Turning the lights on could give the impression that she had an advantage, so she kept them off and carfully stepped in the dark room.

"Hello?" Her eyes scanned the counters and floor, but she didn't find anything, or anyone.

"Please, don't be afraid. I'm only here to talk," she did her best to keep her voice soft.

Kyoko was met with deafening silence. She had expected no less though, so she was fine with keeping the dialogue up on her own.

"I'm sorry if I startled you the other day," the girl took a couple steps forward and held her hands up, but after consideration, brought them behind her back. "I don't mean to interfer with your, err, business..."

She saw a flicker of movement behind a chair. Instinctively, her eyes darted there and locked onto the tiny form that had emerged, making him flinch. She cursed herself, wishing she had ignored it.

On the other hand, she was glad she was making eye contact with the little boy, at least he was willing to communicate to some extent.

"Can you understand me?" She spoke in a clear, articulate voice.

The tiny boy shook his head vigorously, but tensed up when he realized his mistake. Had the atmosphere not been so tense, Kyoko would have found the slip-up kind of cute and funny.

"Alright then." The girl took a step back, and carefully knelt down to be more at eye-level with the tiny boy. "Again, I'm sorry for bothering you, that wasn't my intention. Please, rest assured I have no intention of ever harming you in any way. I don't want you to get hurt or feel hungry or anything of the sort. So, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to come take it, and I won't interact with you if it makes you uncomfortable."

"S-seriously...?" He squeaked out, voice cracking a bit. The answer startled the detective. She hadn't even thought he would want to listen to her, let alone want answer and have the capacity to. She gave a small, solemn nod.

"Like, really, th-this isn't a trick or anything though, right...?" He was surprisingly talkative. Things were going even better than Kyoko could have hoped, she almost wanted to pinch herself in fear she had fallen asleep in the night and was just dreaming. But she kept her head clear and herself composed.

"Even though I'm only a stranger, and this might mean nothing to you, I do promise that I'm only speaking the truth," she kept her eyes on him, fiery with determination.

"Oh- I know you're the kinda person who keeps their promises though, h-hah..." He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. His mannerisms were exactly like those of any human; he was even more expressive than Kyoko herself. Her heart pounded against her ribcage in excitement, everything about the strange small person was bizzare and impressive. "Uhm, so, thanks. A-anyway, can I go now?" The tiny boy stumbled a few steps back, eyes darting around the room as if looking for an exit.

He'd been so talkative for a few seconds, Kyoko had forgotten how scared he must be in her presence and how he would eventually have to go.

"Of course." And Kyoko thought that would be the last time she'd see the tiny boy.

How wrong she had been.

The next morning, she almost dropped the mug in her hands when she found the boy on her counter, feet dangling off the edge in a casual pose.

"A-ah, heya, just thought I'd... drop by!" He'd squeaked out, nervous but still present and not fleeing. Kyoko was startled, to say the least, but she was definitely intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. So she quietly took a seat and nodded, waiting for the boy's next move.

"And, uh, about yesterday! It was pretty cool of you, so... thanks," he radiated off nervousness, yet he'd had the courage to come back, talk to her, and even force a small, polite smile. The detective girl was impressed and, admittedly, honoured. The brave gesture warmed her heart.

"It's alright. I'm glad you're confident enough to come now," a small smile made its way on her face. "My name is Kyoko." She looked away, and took a sip of her coffee.

"Kyoko, huh... Well, I-Im Makoto, nice to meetcha. So... Uh, wanna be friends?"

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Heck yea! And now Makoto drops by now and then to chat and keep the detective girl from staying up too late brainstorming a case, and she sometimes spots him and drops a few words maybe even invites him to hangout sometimes and all in all they vibin. such good buddies!

Makoto dude you're so silly even a clumsy girl like Komaru wouldn't have gotten caught like that,, haha,, right,,,?

Hmm anyway I have a feeling I made them a lil too ooc n the end was rushed, but honestly I tried my best to fix what k could and I have no clue how to save the rest so I'll just leave it at this. I'm just happy bout borrower purest boo :ppp

[liberolove]

Testing the Waters (pt. 1)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part one] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

even though you decided to stay in your hometown to further your studies, you moved out as soon as you could. your parents were smothering you and you were honestly tired of it. so, you got your own apartment and started to live on your own. everything was fine and easy so far but then you realized how lonely you felt. your friends had moved away to go to other universities, and you were never really good at relationships. the anxiety of not knowing what to do with yourself until classes started was consuming you. to deal with this, you figured you might as well download a dating app. 

“Gotta check out all the hot singles in my area, I guess,” you thought.

it had been a while since your last relationship but you were sure you were ready again. or maybe you could try to find something different. maybe some hookups could be enough to help you during this weird adjustment period. 

you downloaded the app and added whatever details were needed. 

Name: l/n, y/n

Looking for: chat, relationship, hookup, anything

Bio: 

it took you about ten minutes to finally decide on what you wanted to add to your bio. finally, you typed out:

Bio: just another single college student looking for genuine human connections. Interests include watching anime, reading nerdy shit, and getting to know you 

you were never too good at coming up with bios but this should be good enough for now. time to see what kind of fish you could catch..

not even a minute after uploading a picture of yourself, a new message showed up.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey, beautiful! (;

Y/n: oh hi! how are you?

N: doing better now that I’m talking to youuuu. how about your lovely self?

Y: wow someone is really straightforward. I’m doing pretty well rn thanks. what are you up to?

N: just been bored as fuck on here and then BOOM you showed up (:

Y: lol youre silly. so hows the whole dating scene look like on here? any good ones?

N: nah it sucks honestly. But now you’re here so its a million times better!

Y: oh shush lol. does this site really work? like have you actually met someone from here?

N: uhh i actually havent met anyone yet, but ive had some nice conversations so far! ive still got high hopes

Y: have you been on here for a long time?

N: i just downloaded it like two weeks ago? idk but yeah. im hoping that maybe youll be my first??

Y: your first what? haha be more specific

N: OH sorry!! i didnt mean it like that omg. i meant like my first person to meet off of this app lol

Y: i mean if youre not busy right now, we could meet up for a coffee date or something? (cliche right?)

N: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? like... right now rIGHT NOW?

Y: yeah (: sorry for doing this so fast. you’re just really cute and im bored haha

N: nooooo its fine i swear im just a little shocked. and WOW you think IM CUTE? you should look in the mirror because your gorgeousss *heart eyes emoji*

Y: so its settled? lets meet today at around 1 pm at XXX cafe? 

N: yeah! thats not too far from here! i CANT WAIT

Y: same here (:

as soon as you sent that last message you hopped in the shower and started getting ready. you debated whether to put on makeup or not and then eventually decided to do it. you wore that one red dress that greatly accentuated your butt and your curves. you checked the clock and it was 30 MINUTES UNTIL 1 so you finished up by brushing your hair and adding on a spritz of peach scented perfume. “Hopefully this impresses him.”

the cafe you guys agreed to meet at was only a short walk away from your apartment. you were almost at the cafe when you noticed the time again and it was already 10 MINUTES PAST 1! you were so scared that he thought you stood him up but as you got closer, you noticed a cute boy sitting by himself outside. you stared at his backside for a little, unsure if this was your mystery boy. so you messaged him on the app

Y: heeeey are you the one sitting alone outside with a tan shirt and some ripped black jeans?

your phone lit up with the answer to your question: “yes”

as you looked up again, you noticed the stranger you were staring at had stood up and was looking right into your eyes. once you locked eyes, he grinned the biggest smile you’d ever seen and he chuckled. 

“Hi there!! L/n, right? Nice to meet ya, I’m Nishinoya Yuu. Wow, you’re even more beautiful in person!! Do you want anything from the cafe? I’m buying”

You were kind of shocked by his beautiful smile and his spiky hair. It took you a while to respond as you tried to take in the wonderful sight in front of you. He was simply breath taking. You could tell he was the athletic type by the way his shirt hung onto his broad, toned shoulders. 

“Ummm... L/n? Are you okay? Do you want any coffee or sweets from the cafe?”

“OH, oh my god, I’m so sorry! I got distracted..” you said as you looked away from him, getting redder by the second. you hadn’t even noticed his compliment or the way he kept eyeing you up and down and licking his lips. “Yeah, I’d love to get a coffee, if you don’t mind. Please..”

His eyes snapped back up to yours. “Awesome, I’ll go order inside. You can just sit your pretty little self here while I do that. Don’t run away! I’ll be right back!”

now that you had some time to reflect on what the heck just happened.. you breathed a sigh of relief. You couldn’t believe that he was real and so goddamn gorgeous. His little tuft of blonde hair at the front of his head was so cute and his smile.. goddamn. the way he looked at you.. and his friendly demeanor. it was all so much to take in. you didn’t really know how to react. as soon as you had relaxed, you tensed back up as he came back and sat down with you.

“Here’s your coffee hot and ready just for you, hun”

“Thank you so much Nishinoya” you blushed a bit as your mouth pronounced his name

“Hey, just call me Noya! Or Yuu...”

“On a first name basis already?”

“Only if you want to..”

you giggled as you noticed that he was getting bright pink too. “Okay, Yuu.”

as soon as you said his first name, his eyes lit up and that bright pink hue on his face soon turned into a passionate red

“Soooo..” you said as you tried to break up the silence.. “what do you do? do you go to school?”

“Yeah! I’m going to start going to Sendai University in the fall! I’m going to be playing on the volleyball team! How about you?”

“No way.. I’m gonna go there too! I guess I’ll be seeing you around probably. And wow! Volleyball huh? That’s hot.”

when you said that last part, Noya almost spat out his coffee. you laughed at the look on his face. he was blushing so much he couldn’t keep still. you were almost afraid he would just run away from you and never come back.

He just tried to regain his composure and laughed. “You really got me there oh my god i almost choked. But yeah I can’t wait to play again.”

The rest of the afternoon you guys talked about everything from anime to your favorite season, to your least favorite horror movie. The more you two bonded over common interests, the more he let his wild side out. He became more rambunctious and fiery and this did things to you, to say the least. you checked your phone to check the time and it was already 6:45 pm. You had no clue as to when the sun had started setting, but it didn’t matter because you hadn’t felt this warm fuzzy feeling in your heart in a while. it felt so nice. you didn’t want it to end. but then noya interrupted your thought by saying, 

“Hey, (y/n)..” you two were on a first name basis already and it was just the first date. “it’s getting pretty late and I have to go home and help out my family with some stuff. I hope you don’t mind. Sorry! But we can definitely go out again if you want. i know i sure do..”

“Yes, of course! I totally get it. But first can I get your number?” you look away as you say this because this was the first time you’ve ever asked a guy for their number. 

you two exchange phone numbers and hug goodbye. you let the hug linger for a little longer than you should and plant a quick soft peck on his cheek and say,

“I can’t wait to see you again, Yuu.”

He just smiles and replies, “Me too, Y/n. I’ll see you again soon, babe.”

You freeze up and don’t know what to say as he walks away. you think to yourself, “did he really just call me babe?”

[hardyshoe]

benefits- a roger Taylor series

part nine

warnings- language

taglist- @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @rogerrhqpsody​

a/n: okay loves, im so proud of this chapter so I hope you like it xx

  when roger woke up he didn't find you in bed with him like always and when he ran his hand across the sheets he found your side of the bed warm from where you'd been sleeping. he sighed and pulled himself out of his sleepy state,  eyes bleary with slumber. the floor was cold beneath his feet but the winter sunlight felt crisp on his pale skin.

 roger strolled into the living room of the flat clad only in his stripy pyjama bottoms, he found you there with that one tie die t-shirt impossibly stretched over your belly. at thirty eight weeks pregnant you felt like a beached whale, nothing fit over your stomach except roger largest t shirts and you could never get more than about three or four hours of sleep. you had one hand on your lower back and the other pitched on the swell of your belly while you paced around the kitchen with lightly shut eyes. the sight of you concerned him, you looked like you were in pain. 

“love?” no answer.

he raised his voice ever sol slightly and asked again, ``love, are you okay?”

 you hummed at him and shot him a week smile, only making roger more concerned. when your face turned sour and your eyes screwed up he jumped towards you.

 “sweetheart whats hurting you?” you didn't respond for a minute, holding a hand up to signal that you needed a minute.

“ ‘m fine rog, my back hurts is all” this wasn't uncommon your back had been aching almost constantly for the last couple weeks but this was different, the pain was deeper and isolated completely on your lower back. it had been there since you woke in the middle of the night and had persisted until now, at seven you got up to pace knowing you'd wake roger if you lay in bed much longer. so here you were, feet frozen from the cold floorboards and body all too hot.

“you sure? you don't look fine,” he was still worried and you were still pacing, the books didn't say anything about this.

“I swear I'm good, could you make me something to eat?” you were starved and you probably hadn't walked as much as you just had in about six months. 

“i’m not great at cooking, but I do make a mean burnt toast” he grinned at you and pulled out a chair at the table for you, you chuckled at him.

“sounds lovely.”

 “good because I can't make anything else,” he put two slices in the toaster and took a seat next to you, letting a comfortable silence fall between you. roger knew how uncomfortable you were and hated seeing you in pain but he knew you didn't mind it one bit when the outcome was so lovely.

another wave of pain washed over you and your breathing deepened to laboured sighs, rogers hands gripping yours through a worried look. it was getting worse you thought but really you couldn't be sure and once it was over you were just left with the heavy ache. you dropped rogers hands and opened your eyes again, emptying your lungs in a drawn out sigh.

“what was that?” his voice was laced with concern.

“just my back again” at this point you were a little worried too but at the moment you could handle it.

the toaster popped and you stood up, with a lot of effort.

“ill get it love, don't worry” he pulled his eyes away from you with a lot of effort and pushed his chair back.

“hold that thought Rog,” you looked down and no no surprise you couldn't see past your stomach but you knew what was happening.

roger turned on his heel and stared blankly at you, his eyes raking up and down your body until they stopped on your legs, “I think my waters just broke”

 his eyes shot wide and he darted into into the nursery, fumbling around for the hospital bag. you yelled after him but he was in his own world running from room to room trying to get everything he thought you would need as if he was on a race against the clock. he pulled a grey hoodie over his unbrushed hair and ran back out to you, mumbling something about his keys.

“Roger Taylor would you please calm down,” he stopped and looked at you, he tried to say something but it came out as a jumbled ‘what?’”

“love the babies aren't going to come in five minutes, you don't need to go mad” you chuckled.

“b-but your... don't we need to go?” he looked like a worried child who didn't know what was going on.

 “yes rog we do need to go but theres no need for such a hurry” you took the keys from the side and took the bag from rogers hands to double check it had everything. you started listing off items in your head while roger looked on, still not sure the situation wasn't dire.

 another, what could now be identified as a contraction, ripped through you and halted your movements. both your hand shot to your belly and a string of curses fell trough your lips, “bloody buggering hell that hurts”

roger was right by you, keys and bag in hand trying to comfort you. you gave him a thankful smile and cocked your head towards the door, leading the way out. once in the car roger sped off, definitely breaking the speed limit despite your protests. he kept racing down the streets until a siren started to follow the car.

“fuck, no no we don't have the time for this” he pulled the car over and beat his fists on the wheel.

“roger I told you to slow down! I don't know what you expected,” you were slightly annoyed and just hoped roger would play nice with the police officer.

“sir do you know how fast you were going back there?” the office looked down into the car and you tried to muster a little smile.

“n-no officer look my wife is in labour,” your eyes shot open, did he just say wife? “we really need to get to the hospital”

“right okay, go on then just slow down. congratulations” he looked like he didn't know what to say but wandered off nonetheless. roger started the car back up and ripped off at the same pace as before.

“roger what was that!?” you were stunned and confused.

“what was what love?” 

“roger you called me your wife” he didn't look at you when he next spoke, keeping his eyes on the roads.

“yeah well I was actually going to say something about that, um, look in the glovebox” you clicked the hatch open and rumadged with its contents.

“what am I looking for?” he leant over and pulled something out with one hand.

 you couldn't see what it was and you didn't think you'd ever been more confused. his hand flicked with whatever it was and he jerked the car into a lay-by. he held out the object towards you and raised a brow in your direction.

“I did have a speech but we’re a bit pressed for time,” he chuckled and look deep into your eyes, almost searching for something, “what do you say love? fancy marrying me?”

 you'd have pinched yourself to make sure this was real but at that moment a contraction ripped through you and left you unable to speak. however you nodded through the pain, hot tears in your eyes.

“of course ill marry you” your voice was weak with the ebb of pain but the smile in your eyes was brighter than roger had ever seen.

 he sighed a laugh and pulled your hand over to his, pushing the band of the ring down your finger and kissing where the diamond now sat. taking your into his arms as best he could he kissed you. one day you would have to write a book about the way he kissed you and the way that fireworks seemed to go of all around. the way he held you and the way his eyes never left yours. 

“I love you y/n” he pulled back and placed a hand on your cheek.

“I love you too roger but please for the love of god get me to a hospital, id rather not have these babies in a car.” as happy as you were you could feel the contractions coming on faster and harder.

 he nodded and gunned the car into action, a wild smile gracing his pretty, pink lips. you couldn't help but admire him, his golden hair falling shaggy around his shoulders and his piercing blue eyes focused so steadily on the road. he looked happier than ever before and knowing you caused this brought a warmth to your body. oh what love does a person.

 when you arrived at the hospital they put you in a wheelchair and pushed you to the maternity ward. the hospital was quiet from the private room they put you in and roger had finally stopped panicking, the ecstasy of love running through his veins.

 the pain was excruciating and you were begging for it to stop, it hurt roger more than he could say to see you like this. you were screaming through the contractions and your body was weak from weeks of little sleep. but he was proud of you, oh so very proud, the pain was ruining you but between each wave you look to him and smile or mutter something he couldn't hear. 

 in five hours you were ready to push, the pain so bad you couldn't think and you felt so weak that you didn't think you could do it. but rogers hand never left yours and when you heard a scream from the first baby the pain ceased to matter. baby number two came about two minutes later and both of them were placed on your chest after being cleaned up.

you cried and so did roger, he joined you on the tiny hospital bed and lifted one of the babies into his arms. holding its tiny hand and gazing deep into its eyes, he kissed its forehead and held it like it would break.

“which one is this love?”he looked at you and the two of you laughed, foreheads pressed together and tears running freely.

“thats our little Juliette.” he grinned and waved his fingers upfront of her precious eyes and watched her wriggle about. roger was in love.

 when his gaze drifted to you he found you looking down at the tiny baby boy in your arms with a muddled frown. he looked at the child and saw what you meant with your look, there was a little tuft of curly blonde hair on the top of his head and his eyes where an exact mix of yours and rogers and his mouth had a smile on it.

“y/n are you thinking what I'm thinking?” roger was looking at you now and watching you nod.

“god roger the kids not an Oliver,” you glanced back at the baby and laughed, “he's a freddie.”

“how does that miraculously talented bastard always get his way” you laughed with him and cooed at the babies, feeling more love in that room that you ever would have thought possible.

 you nursed the babies into soft slumber and after a while of watching them you too dozed off. when you were out roger went and made some phone calls, everyone had given a congratulations and a promise of a visit later on. all except Freddie who squealed down the line and said he would come down as soon as he could ‘whether or or not the hospital lets me in in darling’”

 roger returned to the room and took a seat by your bed. he felt numb, numb with the emotions that were coursing through him. he was completely overcome with love and he was a bit overwhelmed. so when baby girl Juliette started fussing he didn't mind her crying, he just started to rock her gently in his arms. she looked so much like you, her eyes and nose where the spitting image of yours but the most striking thing was the way she sounded. when she stopped crying she mumbled away in his arms with a voice that mirrored yours perfectly. he smiled at her and felt a hot tear role down his cheek. 

 Freddie arrived on his own about two hours later with an armful of gifts and a shining grin, he waltzed through the reception and knocked on every door in the maternity ward until he found you. you had woken up and showered while rog fawned over the babies and by the time Freddie arrived you were sat on the old sofa by the hospital window with roger.

 “darlings am I in the right room?” Freddie poked his head round the door and smiled in relief, “you wouldn't believe how many rooms I've been into to find yours”

“Fred why didn't you ask where we were?” roger asked, holding Juliette close to his chest.

“because its not visiting hours, they'd throw me out if they knew I was here,” you laughed and he dropped all his gifts on the bed, “right I want to meet my niece and nephew.”

you ushered him over and had him sit next to you, “that’s baby Juliette.” you nodded over to the baby in rogers arms and saw as Freddie cooed at her, giggling when she squirmed.

 you then held baby boy out to him and placed him in Fred’s arms. “ ...and that is Freddie”

 his whole face lit up, eyes glossing over. “a-are you serious, you named him after me?”

“’course we did, you told us to” he laughed, tears threatening to spill, “and theres no one we would rather our child share a name with than you.”

“god you really do know how to make a man cry don't you?” he laughed and wiped his tears with the hand that wasn't holding the tiny baby, “I am going to spoil this little prince rotten”

 for the rest of the afternoon Freddie never let go of his ‘little prince’, he gave the babies his presents which were mostly baby grows and stuffed animals and doted on the twins like he'd never see them again. the man was a miracle, while he and rog looked after the babies you got in about three hours of sleep before everyone else arrived.

“what do you think they're called?”

“would you please stop shouting”

“i’m not shouting I'm just exited”

 the voices in the corridor were easily identified as your friends, they burst into the room with all the grace of a stampeding elephant. when they noticed the silence they all froze and just looked on at Freddie and Freddie and rog with his darling Juliette.

“hel-” you were quickly cut off by Mary engulfing you in her arms.

“i’m so proud of you y/n!” she pinched your cheek and pulled away with a clap of her hands, “right introduce us”

 you laughed and roger came over to you handing over Juliette and taking the ‘little prince’ from freddie’s arms.

“well my beautiful fiancee an-” roger tried to speak but Mary once again piped up before he could finish.

“fiancee! you're getting married?”

“yes now shut up I wasn’t finished.” he held the baby boy in his arms out towards everyone, “this is Freddie jack Taylor”

 “...and this is Juliette Mary Taylor”

 Mary pointed to herself and gave you a speechless, questioning look.

“yes after you silly. who else?” she squealed and gave you another tight hug, careful of the fragile human in you grasp.

“why jack?” brian asked, flittering his long fingers in front of baby freddie’s face.

“jack Kerouac, rog was reading him when I first met him. its the reason we’re friends” you smiled over at him and he gazed back at you with those beautiful blue eyes. 

 in that moment roger Taylor was happy, and not just joyous. he was utterly and truly, incandescently happy. you could have told him the world was ending and he wouldn't have batted and eyelash, because he had you.

[lu-undy]

Hi! 💘 Snipers hair has become pretty long, and Spy cant decide between braiding it or cutting it. -🐑💕

Well, when you give me a choice, I go for both ^^!

The summer was hot but the Australian was used to it. That Sunday, he was wearing an old tanktop and a pair of shorts. He was changing the oil on his campervan when a shadow appeared next to him. 

"Hm… What have we here? A lightly dressed man in the middle of the desert?" 

Sniper smiled as he had recognised the voice whose French accent sung beautifully in his ears. 

"It almost looks like a fantasy. A half-naked man out of petrol in the desert…"

"I'm just changin' the oil, luv'."

"So much for imagination…" 

Spy got closer to his lover and waited for him to finish. He noticed Sniper kept on pushing his hair back behind his ear. The Australian's hair had grown to his shoulder and it was flowing free. 

"What are ya…?"

"I'm braiding your hair. That way it won't fly everywhere."

"Oh…" 

Sniper stopped moving. He felt Spy's fingers through his hair and his brown locks waved. He found it relaxing and closed his eyes. 

"Hmm…" He moaned low and slow.

Spy chuckled. 

"Don't mock me… If ye had long hair and someone to take care of it like that, you'd love it too."

"So you love it?" Spy asked.

"As much as I do you." 

The Frenchman stopped braiding for a split second and bit his lip. He knew his lover to be shy and not very talkative so on the very few occasions that he would signify his love, Spy would fall in his own mind, his whole soul collapsing to shambles. Melting. He was melting. 

He smiled and continued braiding.

"Do you…" Sniper started. He frowned. "D'you like my hair being long like that?"

Spy's eyebrow twitched but he understood. Sniper had taken the opportunity of them not facing each other to ask him, so that he could ask, because otherwise the Frenchman's ice blue eyes would be too intimidating.

"I love it. You have magnificent hair. It's wavy, soft and still all brown, not a shred of grey… You are beautiful and your hair is too."

Sniper blushed and smiled.

"Voilà, this is done."

"Thanks, darl'." 

"The pleasure is mine."

"There, now we're good. Remove yer fingers, careful… There!"

With a bang, the Australian shut the bonnet and turned to the Frenchman.

"I'm all yours now, Spook."

"Only now?"

Sniper smiled. 

"Y'know what I meant… Come in…" 

They both hopped in the van. The Australian sat down and his lover took a seat on his lap. Spy wrapped his arms around his lover's neck. 

"Oh, w-what's all this about…?" 

Spy's gaze was more than clear with his half-open, shining and dilated pupils. 

"I am just under your charm." 

"W-well… I uh, alroight."

Spy tilted his head and chuckled. 

"You look adorable, even more so with your braid." 

"A-am I?" 

"Oui."

"I uh, I'm not sure about it, especially in this heat. I sometimes wish it was shorter but eh…"

"You can still have a haircut if you want. I like you hair short too."

"Yeah, well, can't really."

"Why?"

"Usually, I get my mum to do it for me." 

Sniper looked distraught for a fleeting moment. Spy saw it behind his aviator glasses, on his lagoon blue eyes. 

"If you want a haircut, I can do it for you." 

Sniper raised his eyes to his lover. 

"Y-you?"

"Oui. I have been a barber for a few years, as an undercover job. I still have a reputation in that field. But, mon amour, I won't force you. It is only if you want it." 

Sniper's eyes darted left and right. 

"Well, if you know how to do it, uh… Y-yeah, I'd like it. Long hair with this kind of summer is just tirin'." 

"Right. Let me know when you want me to do it. I will just collect a few things from my room and we can start."

"Oh, uh, alroight, whenever you want really, I don't have anything to do." 

Spy gave his lover a malicious look. 

"Let's do it tonight… I have my little idea of how to do this. Also, I want to swim in your hair one last time…"

Sniper's eyebrows moved up and he opened round eyes. The Frenchman smirked as he removed his lover's aviator glasses. And then the tall man felt it. Spy was resting his arms on the Australian's shoulders and he was undoing the braid, their faces a mere inch from each other's. The tension one could seize and the attraction, magnetic. Their eyes went down to the other's lips. Spy pressed his forehead on Sniper's. 

"Why are you undoing my hair?" The Australian whispered. 

Spy smirked and closed his eyes. 

"Shhh… Arrête de te poser tant de questions…"

[Stop asking yourself so many questions.]

Sniper was about to ask for a translation but a pair of soft lips stopped him and washed his mind blank. He felt his hair flow free and Spy slid his fingers through it, brushing through the wavy locks, going up and massaging the marksman's head slowly.

And it won him a moan from the shy man whose eyebrows sank, giving up their grip to reality. Sniper pulled the Frenchman's hips towards him as he laid back. Spy pushed him with his hands and his lips too and broke the kiss to whisper.

"I didn't know I could love a man and I didn't know I could love one with long hair, but mon Dieu, how much you make me want you…"

Sniper's cheeks turned as red as a brick. 

"Ah, I mean-hm!"

The Frenchman didn't let him have any chance to speak… 

About an hour later, Sniper was resting his head on his lover's bare chest. They were lying in bed and the Frenchman was playing with the Aussie's hair. 

"Y'like it, eh?"

"Your hair?"

"Hm."

"Oui, I do… I find it extremely sensual."

"Oh, uh, so… You don't want to cut it?" Sniper asked.

"Non, non, you misunderstood me. I love it either way. When it's long, it feels like an ocean of softness sliding between my fingers, but when you have it short… It makes you look extremely more manly and dangerously attractive…"

Sniper turned hot under the description. Spy was such an intense man, so much more so than himself. He wasn't afraid of letting his emotions show and expressing them, with Sniper only though. On the battlefield, the man would have a heart of stone and a steel mind of focus. But the Australian now knew how romantic and even passionate Spy became under the sheets… 

"It feels colder now. Let us go outside and I can cut your hair, shall we?" 

Sniper raised his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Uh, thanks." 

"Thank me when the job is done."

They slipped on some clothes and walked out of the van. The sun was finishing to set. 

"Let me bring a few tools, I will be right back. Meanwhile, place two chairs here and wait for me." 

"Alroight." 

A few minutes later the Frenchman came back. 

"Bien. I see you have prepared everything."

"Yeah, like you did." 

Spy unrolled his tools on the second chair and pulled his lover's back slightly, his hair flowed beautifully down. He kissed his forehead and asked:

"So, what shall we do?" 

"I, uh, I don't know really. Just cut it nice I guess." 

Spy rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Fine, I will sort it out myself."

"Sorry…"

"Don't apologise. Now, are you comfortable like this, looking up slightly?" 

"Uh, y-yeah I guess."

Spy smiled. 

"Clearly you are not, let me grab a pillow from the van." 

Sniper blushed and a few seconds later the Frenchman came back and put his lover at ease. 

"Fine, now you are comfortable. Shall I proceed?" 

"Sure… Uh, luv'?"

"Oui?"

Sniper was looking up at Spy.

"C-can I uh… Can I have a kiss before you start please?"

The Frenchman gave him a sweet smile. 

"You can for sure and you may too…" 

Their lips met briefly between their grins. 

"Thanks." 

"Now look at the horizon and relax. You may close your eyes if you want." 

"Oh, alroight…" 

The Australian did as he was told and closed his eyes. He heard Spy's lighter and soon after, he could smell the smoke of the menthol cigarettes. Sniper heard the fast and precise clicks of the scissors and felt the comb tracing paths through his hair. Spy frowned to focus on the task at hand and the locks of hair fell on the orange now dark ground of the desert. 

Click, click, click…

Sometimes Spy would push Sniper's head to tilt on the left or the right. But soon, he whispered a song to himself, just to fill the silence and the click of the scissors melted away. The only thing Sniper could hear was the suave voice of the menthol smoke. 

"Quand tu me prends dans tes bras,

[When you hold me in your arms,]

Tu me parles tout bas,

[You whisper very low,]

Je vois la vie en rose…"

[I see life through rosy glasses]

It was mellow and soft, just like the Frenchman was outside of work and only for the eyes of the man with whom he allowed himself to be vulnerable. 

The clicks of the scissors continued and Sniper felt that his head was tremendously lighter now. 

"Hm… You may open your eyes, I finished." 

The Australian did as he was told and saw the halo of the moonlight illuminating the Frenchman's silhouette. 

"Look here, what do you think?"

Spy held a small mirror in front of Sniper's face.

"Woah… You got a talent for haircuts, luv'... I look good!" 

He turned his face left and right to see the sides better.

"It's even better than when my mum does it."

"Short on the sides and behind and a bit longer at the top with a little tuft at the front. I think it suits your face, your age and your personality." 

"You made me look amazing, I-I can barely recognise myself���!"

Spy dusted off his lover's hair from his shoulders and back.

"You need a good shower now, mon amour."

[my love]

"D'you… Uh… D'you think I could use your bathroom in the base rather than the common one?" 

"I would love you to." Sniper's face brightened up. "Especially if I can shower with you." 

[ratioandahalf]

Eda’s Mystery Friend

GUYSGUYSGUYS

I JUST FIGURED SOMETHING OUT!

So the newest Disney animated series going on currently is The Owl House, right?

And I think I know what Eda’s mystery friend(and possibly more)is.

I actually have multiple theories, based off different things in the photo. I’m also gonna explain why I think so, and why my theory is flawed(They all are). But my biggest theory is gonna be the last one I type down.

Alright, lets get started.

Ok, so this is the picture.

This is from Wing It Like Witches, episode 17 of The Owl House.

The Person’s face is covered by a movie ticket, so it drops a shadow over the rest of the face, making it hard to see.

Lets start with what we know for sure.

This is taken at some sort of get-together, as Eda, Lilith and the Person has ice cream, or cake pops, or some sort of treat.

They look like they have just left school, and gotten their ice cream(imma just call it that now).

Lilith does not seem to like Person, or Eda hanging out with them.

This could also be the classic protective older sibling disapproving of a potential relationship, but in this post I will keep it as a strictly platonic relationship.

This took me a while to notice, but there is also another person that is cut out by the photo.

It could be a random bystander, but I doubt they would be in front of Person and Eda. There is also the fact of who took the photo, it could be a selfie taken by the cut out person.

I will only try to figure out the first one though.

Person 1:

Ok, just by looking at the outfit, you can see that they are in the Bard Track, at least at the moment.

We can’t really assume their gender, becasue the Uniforms are designed the same expet

I say at the moment because choosing a track at Hexside is not permanent, like choosing a coven. We saw Willow switch from the Abomination Track to the Plant Track in Episode 3, I Was A Teenage Abomination.

Of course, Covens may not be fully permanent, unless, maybe you were in the Emperors Coven. But I’ll think about that later.

I’m getting off track.

I will call this person Bard to make it easier.

Bard has a darker skin tone than Eda and Lilith. We don’t see the skin of the other person, so I cant compare Bard to them.

Bard’s skin tone is similar to the Noceda’s in a way.

They have a yellow-brown bag strap, and I can’t figure out if the lifeboat thing behind them is actually her backpack.

They also seem to be lightly touching it, almost like it is a habit, or if its important(I’m reading way too much into this).

Bard also has one of their arms linked with Eda, so they must be close friends.

They have something on their eyes that could be glasses, or sunglasses, or something along those lines, but they could be the shape of real eyes, who knows.

Bard’s Identity

Alright. This is the part where I will show some theories.

Odalia Blight:

The first one that got me thinking about this is the theory that Bard is actually Amity’s mother, Odalia Blight. I saw this theory on a video by The Roundtable.

I’ll put the link at the end.

Ok. This theory runs on pretty thin evidence, and with what facts I have, I can confirm it fake.

This theory is built off the fact that we might be able to see a little tuft of hair, if it even if hair, and not like, a furry hat, or something.

If you look closely, it is right at the bottom edge of the ticket, before the curve.

Roundtable(idk his name) talks about how it looks to be greenish, and he thinks it is Odalia Blight-green.

Here are the facts that I currently have to prove this as false.

First off, the track.

Odalia is confirmed to have been in the Oracle Track, and we know there were no cross-covens until Luz.

Another thing, all of the Blights look fair-skinned. In the flashback from when Lilith had to duel Eda for the Emperors Coven, we got a look at them. Since it was a flashback, the screen browned out a bit(idk how to explain), but either way, the skin tone just does not match.

Odalia also seems like the kind of person to not like the Clawthornes, seen by the way she was looking at them with a duel, so I doubt that she would be hooking arms with Eda.

We know that she was on somewhat good terms with Lilith though, trusting Amity with her as a mentor.(ik this sounds like Odalia actually cares, but I mean it like she invested a lot of time into Amity, things better not go wrong)

And for a last fact, the supposed “hair” looks more like a light blue, or teal, almost like the Illusion Coven’s color.

So I can say for a fact that this theory is false.

Camila Noceda:

Yes, the next theory is about this person being Luz’s mom.

I found a picture online while searching for the one with the actual photo.

It made some pretty good points.

Like I said before, the skin tone is similar too the Nocedas, and we know that Camila wears glasses, so that could explain that.

The strap is like the shoulder bag Camila has in the few episodes we’ve seen her, and she could still have that habit of holding it.

The “hair” is the only thing that doesn’t match up about the physical appearance, and who knows, Camila could be in the Bard Coven.

We can explain the hair as it is a hat, or as another popular theory, that Camila is actually the Good Witch Azura.

The hair color matches up, and Camila could have cut it short back then.

It also explains why Camila is trying to squash any signs of imagination within Luz(but yeah, her imagination is crazy).

There are only a few questions I have with this theory.

One, why did she want to go to the human realm, an forget about the Boling Isles? Maybe something happened there? Like with Emperor Belos?

That means she is at least over 50 years old, which doesn’t seem too far-fetched. It would also fit well with Eda’s and Lilith’s ages, with her being a couple of years older.

Two, How did she learn Spanish that quickly? I mean, she is fluent enough that it merges into her everyday conversation, and she clearly has it made that she was probably raised somewhere that speaks a lot of Spanish.

Three, if Camila was Azura, and therefore a witch, why doesn’t Luz have a bile sack? Could the human gene of no sack be dominant, overpowering the recessive bile gene? Or was the no bile sack the dominant gene, with Luz just having a 20% chance of being without a sack, which she is?

Does Camila have a completly pure bile sack gene, which means Luz’s DNA mutated, or is Luz adopted? Does having a bile sack have to do with the energy from the Titan, meaning you have to be born on the Isles, born surround by that energy to develop a sack?

I… should probably stop now.

…

I will list these questions down and come up with theories for them that have absolutely no basis.

Anyways, I have one more idea on who it can be, and I am 100% sure that I have come up with this theory, because I can’t find any pictures.

In the flashback of S1E19, Young Blood, Old Souls, it shows Lilith cursing Eda, and then both of them getting ready to duel the very next day.

You could not see most of the audience members, because most students were drawn as greyed silhouettes, and the Emperors Coven was all masked.

But we saw two people, who presumably are Alador and Odalia Blight in their teens.

I really don’t have to explain the evidence for this, just go look at the picture.

This person fits the requirements of Bards Coven, and dark skin. We can’t really see her emotion, but there were a couple of things she could be feeling.

If she was laughing along with the crowd, then maybe something could have happened a couple years before, and they broke off their friendship. People change, so maybe they weren’t friends anymore.

She could also be worried for her friend, her arms are wrapped around her sides. Some people hug themselves when they are worried, she could be doing the same thing.

All in all, I believe that this could be Eda’s mystery friend, Bard.

Lemme know what you think.

Nobody out!

(wooo this was looooooooong)

[my-one-true-l]

Wammy boys meeting their firstborn child?

Hello Dear Anon. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a list of HCs or the  Microfics I do, so I went with the latter. I would rather overdo it I suppose…here you go.  I hope this is what you were looking for. 

(Under a cut because these got long!)

L

L looks down at the red, wrinkly little creature wiggling in their mother’s arms with wide-eyed astonishment.  It was one thing to know he was going to be a father. It was another thing entirely to have the actuality staring back at him with tiny replicas of his own eyes.

“May I?” He reached outstretched hands towards the little bundle.

“You don’t have to ask. After all, they’re half yours.” She gives him a tired smile.

Taking the little one in his arms, he cradles them close to his chest as they wrap a tiny fist around his thumb.

He kisses the matted black hair on the baby’s head. “You will never be without us,” He whispers softly to his progeny. “You will never know the misfortune of losing your parents. We will love you for the rest of our lives. I promise you this.”

L turns his attention to his Love and kisses her on the forehead. “Thank you for our child. They’re perfect. You did well.”

 Near

Near stands in the corner of the room, twirling nervous fingers in his hair. He waits impatiently for the sound of crying, a noise he usually detests, but right now it would be a welcome sound. After immeasurable minutes, the wail of his and his Love’s baby fill his ears. Never before had he felt such relief.

“Are they both well? Is everything as it should be?” He asks the physician’s assistant as he cautiously approaches the bed his Love was resting in.

“Yes, Mommy and Baby are both doing just fine.”

“Nate, please stop being squeamish and come meet your child,” his Love mildly demands of him. After all, she had just done all the heavy lifting.

Near stares at the tiny human that he helped create. Little tufts of white hair stick up from the baby’s head as big blue eyes stare up at their mother.

“Do you want to hold them?”

“No, thank you.  A child needs their mother.”

“Children need their father’s, too.”

“…I don’t know how.” He had read all the books he could get his hands on about how to be a good parent, but this was very different. The worse that happens when reading is that a page gets torn.  If he makes a mistake here…he didn’t want to think about it.

“Come here.” She pats the side of the bed telling Near to sit by her and he complies with little hesitation. “Support their head with one hand and hold their body with the other, like I’m doing.”

Near mimics the hold as he takes the baby from her. In that moment, he knows he will never let anything bad happen to them. “I’m going to spoil you with so many toys and stuffed animals. You’ll want for nothing. Including a father that isn’t afraid of you.”

Mello

“You got this. Breathe.” Mello holds his Love’s hand with a tight grip. “Squeeze as hard as you have to. You can’t hurt me.”

The last few minutes were the longest, but soon the nurse was handing over their newborn. The baby was very much their mother, with brown eyes and a cute upturned nose, but one thing was unmistakably Mello. The child had hair the color of the sun.

Mello gently brushes the hair out of his Love’s eyes. “You alright?”

With a small smile, they nod.

“So, who’s holding this little nugget first? Mommy or Daddy?” The nurse asks as she brings the now clean baby over to them.

“Daddy,” Mello’s Love affirms.

Mello takes the little bundle from the nurse. As he holds his child, a soft and bewildered smile forms on Mello’s lips before something dark comes over him.

“From here on out, everything changes. No more dangerous jobs, no more competing with Near. None of it. You and the baby are top priority.”

“You’ve already made us your top priority,” His Love reminds him. It was remarkable how much life can change in 9 months. Mello had cut ties with almost all his old acquaintances, except for the guy who the child will know as ‘Uncle Matt’.

“It’s not enough. I don’t want them to grow up without a dad. From now on, it doesn’t matter if Near is better than me or not. Screw Successors. Screw Wammy’s. I’m going to be a detective and we’re going to be a family. Sound like a plan?”

“It’s sounded like a plan since the first time you said hello to me.”

Matt

Matt wipes the sweat off his Love’s brow and kisses the hand that he has been holding for hours. “You did awesome. You kicked childbirth’s ass.”

“Heh, thanks, but I had a good coach.” She leans her head against him.

“Hey, Doctor, can we have our baby now?” Matt laughed the good-natured words.

“Ha! Sure. It’s nice when the dads are just as excited as the moms.” He handed the baby over to Matt.

The two proud parents held the baby in a four-armed tangle and stared down at them.

“Wow, we made them. We made a person. How cool is that?” Matt spoke with a touch of disbelief as he cooed at his child.

“Yeah, we did and they look just like their daddy.”

“But without the goggles,” Matt jokes and kisses first his baby and then his Love.

“Thank goodness! It was hard enough to push them outta me as they are.”

Beyond Birthday

“How much longer?” Beyond snaps impatiently.

“Honey, I don’t know. I’m not in control of that.” His Love pants in obvious discomfort as she squeezes his hand harder.

“No, my Love, not you.” Beyond turns his aggravation towards the doctor. “You. How much longer?” He weaves his fingers with hers and held her under the bent leg that was closest to him.

“No two births are the same but, just a few more pushes and you should be a proud papa.”

“She’s in pain. Cant’ you hurry this along?” Beyond demands more than questions.

“I’m sorry Doctor, he’s very anxious to meet our child,” the words huff from her.

That was only half true. He was anxious and, believe it or not, he was looking forward to being a father, but in this moment, he wanted to see the lifespan his child was granted.

Cries filled the room and B immediately went to look at his slimy newborn. With one glance, he sighed in relief. It was a long number that swirled over their tiny head.

“Congratulations Mommy and Daddy. 10 fingers and 10 toes. Let’s get them cleaned up and we’ll bring them right back to you.”

“Thank you doctor,” B grunted at them before returning to his Love’s side. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. How’s the number?”

“It’s long. Very long.”

“Thank goodness.”

Moments later, a nurse returned with their baby that had been washed and wrapped in a blanket. She hands them to their mother.

“They look just like you. I’m glad,” she says as she gently strokes the baby’s head.

“That’s strange. I was going to say they resemble you.” He stared at the little being and smiled without an ounce of malice.

“Have you been altering your appearance so long you that you have forgotten what you actually look like?” She says kindly.

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and takes the baby’s little hand between his thumb and index finger as he looks at their child again. “I suppose you’re right.” His child did look like him, someone he was slowly killing off.  “We won’t know how much they take after me for some time.”

“You’re worried they will have the eyes, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he replies simply.

“It won’t be like when you were young. If they have your gift, they will also have you to teach them what it is and how to understand it.”

Beyond took the child in his arms. “I won’t leave you alone with that burden. I love you small one.”

Now all Beyond had to do was extinguish every ounce of revenge and hatred that tarnished his soul, something he was never able to do. He whispered almost silently in their tiny ear, “I will try my hardest not to let you down.”

[exophilelovings]

@wolfangelwings Satyr date! I hope she enjoys her lovely valentine’s present!

When he asked you to the theater you were a little surprised. Usually your dates were a little more eclectic; odd coffee shops and little diners that didn’t have more then four tables. He seemed to know all the little spots in town, so when he texted you the address for the popular theater, and to dress nice you couldn’t believe you were going somewhere so nice. You had dressed up, finding a nice enough dress to the invitation he sent. It had been so cute, the little invitation he had made for you, in scrawling font on the old parchment. He had always loved to do these cute little things for you. You had a collection of poems and pressed flowers, dating him had felt like stepping back in time. So as you got ready for tonight, you braided a few little sprigs of baby’s breath from the large bouquet he had sent you earlier. When you realized there were only eleven roses it made you laugh, assuring yourself he had taken one for a snack.

You were really excited because he had promised to take you to his house afterward. You had been to your apartment a few times after some dates, but this had been the first time you would see his house. He had shown you pictures, the little cottage in the woods looking like an absolute dream. He joked that he had been born into a woodland fantasy and you were sure he was right. When you stepped out of the cab and you saw him, the button down shirt and the page boy cap with his horns curling around the sides of his youthful face, you could feel your heart melt. He was so adorable all dressed up, and he waves when he sees you step out of the taxi.

He jogs over to the taxi, the clop of his hooves on the sidewalk as he grabs your hand. “You look...absolutely stunning.” He says, looking you over with the big yellow eyes you know so well. You can see those long eyelashes you’re so jealous of as he blinks, pulling you close to his side. “I got us two tickets to ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ by Oscar Wilde.” He smiles widely as he leads you towards the theater doors. “It’s a comedy, I promise.”

You can’t help but laugh and the last play he had taken you to had been an absolute tragedy and you had been sobbing by the end and absolutely furious that he had brought you to something where you had ruined your very careful makeup. You laughed as you took his hand. “Thank you so much for the flowers. Everyone at work was jealous as all get out. But I did notice there was only eleven.” You eye him and he blushes brightly, giving a little embarrassed bleat. “I uh, got bored waiting for the delivery guy to show.” He said, cheeks still bright pink as he led you into the theater. You can't help the laugh, but he knows it's all in jest.

You sit next to each other, exchanging glances in the dim light as the performers move across the stage and go over well practiced lines. He chuckles at some older tongue in cheek references the actors make you don't quite understand, but he would squeeze your hand and smile. After you settled back into your seats after intermission he gently placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You place a hand on his knee, fingers swirling through the wiry fur on his legs. It was in thick tufts up his thighs but  it dwindled to smoothness along his calves to the well trimmed black hooves. He always made sure that he was perfectly presentable in public if he wasn’t going to be wearing pants. He had always complained about finding something to perfectly fit his tail and wasn’t too tight since his hair was fairly thick. You feel the press of his lips against the top of your head and you can’t help but sigh and close your eyes. You couldn’t quite get into this play but being snuggled with him was so nice, even if it was in these fairly uncomfortable seat.

He nudges you when the house lights come up and he smiles as you let out a little yawn. “Sorry if you lost interest, I really thought you would like this one.” He said, putting a kiss on your hand as he leads you out. “Come on, We’ve still got all valentines night.” He said as he pulled you into a cab. He chatted about the play and you nodded along, saying things about what you remembered before you had totally dozed off. As you seemed to move deeper into the forest, he seemed to be even more and more comfortable. A hand rested on your thigh and he nuzzled into your neck a moment, giving little playful kisses to you neck. The cab dropped you both off at a little white garden gate and you stand in moment at awe. This isn’t a little garden cottage he had made you thought it was. It looks like a victorian mansion covered in ivy and flowers.

“Shall we?” He asks, pressing his hand to the small of your back as he opens the gate. “You did not tell me you had a house like this!” You squeak out, letting him lead you down the little stone path, his hoof steps echoing around the little garden. He led you into the front door with a smile sheepish smile. “I inherited it from my grandfather.” He said. “And he from his, and he from his. It’s been in my family a long time.” He gives you a quick tour and you can’t help but eye the large library with old time-worn books and he promises that he will let you look through the shelves later. He leads you upstairs with a bit of a sly smile. “And this, is the bedroom.” He smiles as you look around. Everything is in tones of brown or olive green and the bed against the back wall looks too fluffy to not just sink into. He grabs your hand and slowly leads you into the room and closes the door with a smile. “I was hoping you would say the night and...really enjoy this valentines day.” He said, one hand starting to slide farther down from the small of your back. Before you can even answer he leaned down to kiss you and you can only feel yourself agree. You reach up and pull the cap off his head, fingers curling into the curly thick hair at the back of his head. “I will take that as a yes.” He smiled, biting your lip as he pulled away.

He reaches up behind you and slowly tugs down the zipper to your dress. “Now, I know you ate dinner with your parents, but I…” He continues to pull the zipper till it gets to the base and you feel the fabric slowly pull down your shoulder as his eyes continue to take in every inch of skin that is exposed when the dress pools around your ankles. “I’d just love a snack.” He said pulling you back towards the bed. “Now why don’t you lay down for me?” He purred as you couldn’t help but follow his gentle hand as you lay down on the bed with a happy sigh. It was just as soft as you imagined as you sink into the mattress. He steps around the bed and you can hear the clop on the floor as you tilt your head up. He smiles down at you as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. “Now, I don’t want you going anywhere.” He smiles and ducks down a moment before pulling up a cuff. You can’t help the little nervous giggle as you put your arms up. You’re sure he just has a pair of cuff but as you watch him cuff your arms, you realize you can’t move them at all. He moves around to the bottom of the bed and you lift your head up and your eyes catch the glimpse of another cuff. You feel the felt wrap around your ankles and his fingers smoothing over them, making sure the velcro was in place before he started on your other ankle. “There we are.” he said with a grin, patting your thigh.

“Not exactly what I expected from my sweet satyr.” You smile, lifting your head only a moment to look him in his golden yellow eyes before having to place your head back down. You can hear a chuckle as he begins moving around the bed again. You can see him when he comes up along the side of the bed. You watch as he pulls off his shirt and you can see his back as he hangs his shirt in the closet, looking back at you. “Oh, those little things?” He said picking up a bowl but you can’t see what’s in it. He walks back around to the end of the bed and you can no longer see him. You can only look up for a few moments at a time, and then you need to lay your head back down to avoid the pain in your neck. You gasp when you feel the cold porcelain of the bowl against your stomach. “Just a small snack.” You can almost feel his grin against your skin as his fingers move your panties aside. “You know, it’s odd. I can’t stand cold grapes. I always liked them better warm.” He said, and you shiver as you feel a bit of movement from the bowl on your stomach. “I’m sure you can help.”

You squeak as you feel the push of his fingers and the small cold orb pressing into you. “Hey!” You can hear his laugh, sounding innocent even though his actions are absolutely the opposite. “What my love? Is it too much?” You don’t want to admit how odd it feels. The cold spot slowly going warm and only the light pressure remaining. “N-No, just a shock.” You murmur and you can hear a little snicker. “Oh just you wait.” You gasp as you feel his hot mouth on your slit then, tongue diving deep and dragging the grape out of your body. “Oh, fuck.” You pant a moment, feeling a hand move up to steady the bowl. “Careful love, I’d hate to drop the bowl, if it breaks I’ll have to get the frozen grapes from the freezer, and those were only for if your bad.” He said, tongue flicking over your clit and you cant help a whimper. This easily continues for minutes or hours, between grapes his fingers stroke in and out. You moaned out as he pulled another grape from your body with that long hot tongue. Another press of his hot fingers and his mouth closes in on your clit. You groan and squirm the best you can before giving a weak cry, body quaking.

He pulls the bowl from your belly and kisses the cold patch of skin. “Oh my darling, this is only the beginning of your valentine’s day~”

[imagining-sio]

Red Blood & A Heart of Gold IX

Jason being a Dick Greyson

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“You wanna listen to me now?” he said, not bothering to look at me, he simply stared at the sky. I, however, was staring at the flaming parking garage. Where Jason’s precious motorcycle was blown sky high.

“That motorcycle meant a lot to me.” I said absentminded.

“Well I can’t lift that piece of junk and you.”

“Fuck you.” I got up.

“I’m sure you would.” he gave breathy laugh; I pushed him back down to the cement rooftop in retaliation. He got back up, chuckling to himself as he did.

“You okay?” He asked, his hand grazing over my bruised side as if it were glass.

“Stop asking me that.” I shoved his hand away.

“Never.” he muttered, but upon noticing I heard him he started backing away few steps. I knew that mannerism from somewhere, like a distant memory.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I changed the subject, not wanting to linger on the thought.

“Black Mask put a hit out on you.”

“And you have to tell me this-“

“Well if not you would have ben blown sky high along with that shit bike.”

“Call it a shit bike one more time and I will cuff you.” I seethed.

“It was a shit bike, I never understood why you liked the damn thing so much.” He crossed his arms, taunting. It was eery hearing someone other than Todd call it a shit bike. He never was one for old fashioned things; but that bike was his first. So by proxy he had to love it.

“That’s it!” I pulled out my handcuffs from my waist band.

“Really? I just saved your life, again, and you’re gonna arrest me for dissing your blown up bike?!” He sounded like he was laughing through the sentence as I marche toward him. We swatted at each other, me trying to get a grip on him, and he simply acting like he was having the time of his life.

“Shut up before I make you!” I said to himkicking him in the thigh. He doubled over, but only to grab my leg. He yanked me until I was flush with his body. My hands came up against his pectoral armor inorder to stop myself from fully colliding into him.

“There are multiple assassin’s looking for as we speak. If you want to survive the night; you do as I say.” Hood spoke with a low tone, one sending shivers up my spine. The hand on the underside of my left thight didn’t exactly help either.

“Can you let go of me?” I said sheepishly, in an overall small voice. He dropped my leg once he realised what I meant, but his hand only moved to match his other on either side of my waist.

“I need you to trust me, (Y/N),” He spoke, his helmet offering no expression whatsoever. I sighed, nodding my head begrudgingly.

“Ok,” a puff of smoke blew in my face, causing me to back away. I grew dizzy by the second, my footing was turing to putty, as well as my vision. I felt a pair of arms pick me up, carrying me close to their chest.

“I’m sorry about this,” Hood’s voice echoed with remorse. I was gonna punch him as soon as I could get stregnth back in my limbs.

“Bastard.” I coughed hoarsly. My vision finally fading into blackness.

“Yeah, I know Darlin’. Imma bastard.” I hear a voice say softly, pulling me closer to their chest.

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When I woke; I felt a soft weight upon my body. I at first thought I was back in my apartment, but upon opening my eyes and finding dark cement walls and mood lighting; I knew I was assuredly not. I looked down to find dark, blood red, silk sheets, and a black comforter upon me where I slept.

I became more alarmed when I was no longer in my clothes I wore earlier that day, but only in a large red hoodie. I frantically scrambled out of the bed, wincing when my bare feet touched the ice cold floor. I hissed at the sensation, instantly moving to walk upon my tip toes to minimize the contact.

“I see you’re up.” his voice echoed. I gave a soft yelp, turning to find him in the doorway, leaning upon the frame with crossed arms.

The idiot was shirtless, but thankfully wore a pair of sweatpants. His chest was littered with bruises, including my handiwrok from a month or so ago. He still wore the little domino mask, which couldn’t give me a view of his eyes.

That head of black hair, (minus that little white tuft in the front), and looked dishevled as it fell over his forehead. It was unkempt, most likely from sleep or perpetually wearing that excuse of a helmet. He sported a few bruises near his jaw, and a bandage was over the bridge of his nose just beyond his mask. The lower half of his face was starting to show a bit of stubble.

“Where am I?” I asked, a sorry excuse to allow me to rake over his figure.

“A safe house.”

“Where?” I pestered firmly.

“In Gotham; on earth. Does that satisfy you, Jones?” He smirked.

“No.” I spat.

“Well, it’ll just have to do for now.” He shrugged, making his way over to the bookshelf upon the adjacent wall to his bed. He grabbed a worn copy of Pride and Prejiduce and tucked it under his arm as he fixed his sweatpatns on his way out.

“You didn’t-“ I said openly, grabbing his attention.

“What? No! N-no! I’ve been sparring the entire time.” He frantically shook his head.

“Your clothes are in the wash cause it started raining. The sweatshirt is all I had that would somewhat fit.” He desperately tried to explain himself. I was slightly amused at his jitters and his nervous ticks; finding them adorable.

“I hope that your being honest.” I grumbled making my way into the en suite bathroom.

“I swear on my grave.”

“That’s not the saying,” I gave him a look.

“It is for me, sweetheart,” he chuckled, shifting himself from leaning on the doorway. I followed him out of the bedroom, which led into a halway where one of the walls was completely glass, giving a full view of Gotham itself. Out of the hallway, we walked into the open floor plan of the apartment. The place was slightly luxurious, which was evident in the glass wall facing the Gotham skyrise. The kitchen was sleek and stylish in design, even with the dim lighting.

The ‘slightly’ half of it was in the cheap worn furniture, the small gym in the corner of the open floor plan, which even then, was only a punching bag that had been heavily duck taped. What was mostly jarring was that instead of the wall with a tv, it was just a wall of firearms.

“Is there a reason for a the weaponry?” I asked, hunching my shoulders in unease.

“I used this place when I was just starting out, kept everything on hand in here,” he replied, walking over to his enormous bookshelves; placing the book in his arm back in its place. He looked over his shoulder at me, cearly eyeing my uncomfortable posture.

“I’ll take care of them,” he turned around, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, gnawing my bottom lip. I watched as he walked into the kitchen, still without a shirt, and in the lighting; glistening with sweat. This wasn’t fair in any shape or form.

“How long do I have to stay here?” I asked, walking up to the barstool.

“Until its safe.”

“And that would be when exactly?”

“Until its safe.” He repeated, shrugging his shoulders.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do in the mean time. I’m a detective for GPD, I’m also on a first name basis with the commissioner, and his daughter I may add. So please tell me you thought this through.” My feet padded closer to him and his kitchen. I gaged his reaction, watching him yank the fridge door open, the light only adding to his heavenly appearance.

“I’ve got it covered. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He dismissed me. A smirk playing on his face.

“Excuse me?!” My eyebrows shot up. My tone caused him to wince.

“You cannot just tell me that there is a hit out on me; knock me unconscious, take me to an undisclosed location; and tell me not to worry about it!” I angrily marched toward him, fire in my eyes. He shit the fridge, abandoning whatever he was about to get. As I moved closer, he backed away until his waist hit the cabinets and countertop.

Slowly but surely, a small smile grew upon his lips. In only detrimented me in my patience.

“Quit acting like this is fun for you. This is my life you uprooted.” I poked my finger in his pectoral, trying my absolute best to keep any and all of the thoughts running through my head to stay there. I did not want a repeat of this morning.

Before I could poke him again, his free hand caught mine before I could touch him. His grip was at first, iron clad. But it quickly softened as he Mille Dover what he was about to say.

“You know,” he started, his attention solely upon my hand within his caressing fingers.

“You’re adorable sometimes. You really are. But then you gotta do things like headbut me, try to arrest me, or act angry with me-“

“I am angry with you, idiot.”

“Maybe,” he leaned closer, his lips a hair’s breath away from mine. His eyes half lidded as they flitted between my eyes and my lips. His free hand splayed out to the small of my back, pulling my body flush with his.

“But I think that, deep down; you have other things on your mind.” He arched a brow. I felt a warmth pool in the bottom of my stomach, yearning for more.

Just as my eyes flit shut, the door burst open.

“HEY JAYBIRD I BROUGHT THE PIZZ-Oh, shit.” We both turned to find, Roy standing in the doorway with two pizzas and a six pack in hand.

Why the fuck was Roy here?

Did he say just say Jaybird.

Hood, knows Roy. Roy calls him Jaybird. Roy still used present tense talking about Jason.

I pushed out of Hood’s grip, backing away until I hit the glass wall directly across. My chest heaved to and fro. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t happen. I ran my hands through my hair frantically trying to grasp anything that made sense. My legs gave out and I slid to the floor.

“Well done Harper. Impeccable timing as usual.” Red rushed toward me, picking me up as if I weighed nothing to him. I couldn’t stop the tears now.

Everything I had gone through, the mourning, the unhealthy comparisons, everything was a lie. I was the only one out of the loop. Could I not be trusted?

“You didn’t tell me she was gonna be here!” Harper shouted as Red carried me back through the hallway toward the bedroom.

“You can’t be,” I sobbed into his chest. Every little thing about him began to fall into place, his comments, behavior, his scent. All of it. I was just in denial to it cause I watched him get buried at the funeral.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way Sweetheart,” He pecked the top of my head as he entered the bedroom.

“Why,” I asked between breaths. He sighed, setting me down upon the bed.

“I don’t know.”

“You told Roy.”

He paused; “I did.”

“Is that why he’s here. Cause you needed someone to talk to?”

He remained silent.

“Jason.” It felt so foreign saying his name again, connecting it to the last time I saw his face, a much younger face.

“(Y/N). I can explain, it will take a while to, but I can explain everything.”

“You should have told me. That’s all that matters to me.” I grabbed the nearest pillow, clutching it for dear life, turning away from him. He sat there for a moment, the silence and tension palpable. After a few heartbeats he got up and left the room.

“I hope you’ll forgive me.” He said softly before shutting the door.

“I hope so too.” I mumbled into the pillow soaking it with salty tears.