#except for clothes - i still can't get the hang of shading clothes

[natasha-in-space]

A late happy birthday gift to @brighteststar707!!!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I hope I'm not too late with this but alas!! I managed to finish in time (at least in my timezone hehe) Happy birthday Faye, I hope you spent your day enjoying some delicious food and wonderful company that made you smile! And, it seems that there is a certain someone from the outer space sending you a very important message... filled with stardust and love! Let's check it out, shall we? ⋆｡°✩

I hope you like my little treat! I am very grateful to have met you, and I wish for this next year of your life to be filled with many new and exciting experiences for you to look back on. And a ton of delicious bread, of course! ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ :)

Ref. by @DAHAN_illust on Twitter!

[happilychaengs]

mistakes garner guilt, vice versa

a/n: this was a drabble but i went a little crazy on this one. it's kind of a mess mess mess

word count: 1,207

park jihyo x gender neutral reader

angst

jihyo, for one, makes mistakes.

some were bigger than others but none could pale in comparison to this.

her head pounded as she felt the silk covered pillows under her head. her eyes rolled from the back of her head, the mere action of opening them almost blinding her against the morning light. her body felt heavy and ached, her barely sitting up right as she groaned.

then she notices it all - the strange plant in the corner of the room, the beige, almost coffee stained, sheets she held up against her bare body in her hands, and then the arms beginning to wrap around her. it was a foreign touch as she shied away, her tasting the lingering taste of alcohol on her tongue.

"what's wrong?" a honey-rich voice filled the room, along with that heavy undertone the morning offers you. "it's... 7 in the morning. can't you sleep in?"

and jihyo's eyes barely move. her hands barely move. her heart barely even beats. she doesn't know who this is.

"i... have work."

"seriously?" she hears a light scoff, the sheets ruffling beside her, "i can see you out then."

her stomach churns, her wanting to throw up at the comment of the girl she doesn't even remember the name of. "it's fine. don't, please."

and with small, controlled movements to not make her head pound even more, she inches off the bed, enough to see the countless clothes scattered across the floor and her heart drops even more.

she takes a deep breath, escaping out from under the beige sheets and putting on whatever clothes was closest, cursing to whatever sick god put her here (but in reality, there's no one to blame except herself.)

she scurries out of the room with the other woman still laying down, quickly already falling asleep, as jihyo rushed to put on a pair of shoes and run out of the door.

but then she feels a buzz in her back pocket.

where are you?

17 missed calls.

i'm worried. please respond

she ran to the nearest intersection as she hailed the closest taxi, her heart battering against her chest and her phone against her ear. two ring is all it takes.

"jihyo? is this you?" your voice is frantic yet tired, and her heart breaks even more as she quickly sat in the taxi knowing that you definitely stayed up for her. you're never awake this early.

"yeah..." she lays her head back in the uncomfortable cushion of the seat, her mind racing a mile a minute as she gave the driver the location. because although she made countless mistakes, she was... never one to lie. not even about this one. the guilt would eat her up from the inside and ruin her where she stood. "can... we talk when i get home?"

"thank god you're okay," she hears a heavy sigh against the side of her ear as she smiles but it quickly turns into a frown, "and of course we can talk. what's wrong?"

"it's... better to tell you in person and i'm just around the block, so... i guess i'll see you soon. goodbye."

"oh... okay, i lo-" and she hangs up before you get chance to say anything.

and maybe she should've just told you over the phone. maybe she should've ran far far away because the thought of seeing you now, it might truly break her.

the rest of the way there is a blur as the thought of losing you haunts her with each step inside the apartment you two shared. the thought of hurting you looms over her, as her hand hovers the door knob, inches away.

she wants to run.

but it's quickly stomped out as she hears the door open from the other side, the door opening ajar.

and it's the first and last person she wants to see.

your eyes were outlined with a dark shade of gray and an absurd amount of drowsiness, your eyes slightly swollen. you tugged on the strings of her hoodie, that you decided to wear mainly because you missed her and were worried about her, as you stepped aside to let her in but jihyo just stares at you, her heart cracking in two. she doesn't know if she can admit it anymore.

"what's wrong, ji?"

her voice was already on the verge of breaking then as she steps into the apartment, "... nothing."

she feels like she's about to burst. her stomach churns. her heart is beating vehemently. her throat is clogged with any and every emotion. her head pounds.

she rushes to the couch for any sense of stability as she sits down, you following quickly after. "so... what did you want to talk about?"

and she can't help but take a longing look at you. you were everything she wanted to love, and she did- still does. you were everything that made her better.

but you were also everything that made her feel her worse. every mistake led back to you. and yet you've forgiven her every time and she can't help but hope you do again because she doesn't know if she can handle losing you.

the guilt rips at her heart, stretching it and toying with it, "i'm sorry, y/n. i'm so so so sorry." she feels a tear dribble down her cheek, "i... i fucked up so badly. so badly, y/n."

the lights in your eyes flicker and dim at the sad sight of her, "what happened? you can talk to me."

jihyo swallows thickly, letting out a shaky breath. the words played loudly in her head. i cheated on you. it's in big bold, red font, almost telling her never to say it aloud.

the silence was suffocating.

she could almost feel her heart escaping through her throat. the guilt ate away at her stomach. her shoulders slumped. "i..." jihyo's voice cracked with tears, "i... can't. i can't."

"you're worrying me... what's wrong?" your hand reaches over and rests on her shoulders, only for her to brush it off quickly, her letting out a small cry. "jihyo...?"

"i hurt you... y/n. i hurt us!" her eyes welled up with tears as she shut them tight, her chest heaving.

"... what did you do, jihyo?" your voice grew more and more worried as you sat closer to her, "it... can't be that bad. we can get through it together if you tell me what's wrong..."

she curls up. her back slumped as she sobbed into her hands cupped around her face, every cry getting egregiously louder. her words are only but a whisper, an incoherent mess, a small mutter lost in the waterfall of tears. "... i cheated on you."

you don't understand it, it's incomprehensible, and jihyo repeats it over and over, shaking her head and sobbing into her hands. a string of sorrys and apologies get blurred into the mix and everytime she says it, the guilt tears her apart piece by piece. bit by bit.

when her cries finally die down, she says it one last time, with every ounce of sensibility and dread she had left, leaving the guilt to tear you both apart.

and jihyo's world falls apart right alongside her.

[rileysimon1994]

Warnings: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, Fluff, Angst.

Ghost x reader

Sometimes….life just hits you in ways you can't describe. Sometimes you don't wanna wake up anymore. You just wanna stop fighting because you are so tired of constantly being in a state of survival. Sometimes you wish the voices in your head would stop. Wish that one day these feelings would go away but they just keep coming. You wish that people close to you would stop calling you lazy,.. stop calling you a faker- stop. When will it end? It does end doesn't it? But when.

When…

You lay in bed staring at the off white ceiling into nothing. You woke up again, you wish you wished you hadn't, you wished that some mysterious force had taken you while you were asleep into a peaceful death but here you are again- awake with the bright sun shining in your face. You groan getting out of bed and sluggishly walk to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror you just tell yourself it will get better though you are starting to doubt it will. Turning the faucet on, you stare into the mirror waiting for it to become warm.

"Maybe I should...but what if...will I be missed? Maybe I'll be forgotten….if I do it will the voices end...but what will I miss when I'm gone...what if the feeling is still there in the afterlife...then I will truly never escape…"

Shaking the thoughts away you bring your hands together and let the warm water flow into your hands, splashing the water onto your face then drying it off with the hanging towel by the mirror, You turn the faucet off you turn and grab a small makeup back on the shelf and look back in the mirror. Hair? A mess, in knots and all tangled. Eyes? Lacking every bit of energy and happiness. Face? Bags under the eyes and dark circles from the lack of sleep from the voices plaguing your mind. Opening the bag you grab and pull out a few necessary items for your face:concealer, powder, foundation and a small eye shadow palette.

Staring once more into the mirror you feel the burn of the tears threatening to start showing, your vision becomes blurry as you bite your lip to keep from crying out in misery. Taking in a harsh breath you wipe the tears that fell from your eyes and once again turn the faucet on except you put it on cold and splash your face a few times. Once dry you pick up the container of concealer and place it under your eyes, once applied you reach in and grab a small sponge from the bag and wet it- after ringing out the water from the sponge you blend in the color, you then grab a brush and dip it into the [s/c] powder and apply it on the concealer quickly to avoid it from creasing. You apply a small layer of orange eyeshadow under your eyes then another coat of concealer. You blend it once more to hide the darkness under your eyes but that doesn't mean the darkness held within your eyes left. You grab the bottle of foundation and place it on your face, they say a little goes a long way but it's been a week since you've left the house and now your foundation doesn't match anymore and is a shade too dark. You then blend in the color and the once tired face is replaced with a mask of a refreshen soldier.

Grabbing a brush you comb out all the tangles and knots in your [h/l] [h/c]. You style it in one of the 4 ways of dress code then grab the clean clothes you left in the bathroom for when you went back to the base. Getting dressed would've been easier if you weren't so tired qnd felt like your body was made of rocks. The smallest task felt like an eternity, and felt so difficult to do that you almost gave up. You take a breath in and roll your shoulders back and look in the mirror. The messy look was gone now and you were ready to leave. Getting into your car you sat there inter drivers seat for the moment

"Maybe I should drive off a cliff….they'll just think it was an accident...maybe I should...maybe I should"

You hit your head on the steering wheel in an attempt to block out the voices in your head. Breathing in deeply you start the car and make your way to the base. Recently, Ghost and soap were captured but were rescued after about a month. You were on leave for two weeks because of an injury you obtained when they got captured [which you blame yourself for]. It was always your fault. You're a curse. You aren't supposed to be here…

You arrive at the base and park in your stall, you exit and enter the building making your way to the rec room. You didn't have any work to do yet so you figured you'd go there and "relax". Upon entering you seen a bit of a figure in the kitchen section and peeked over a bit. It was ghost. You bite your lip and quietly sneak past the door way into the rec room and sit on the couch.

"He hates you. He hates you. It's your fault he endured pain. It's your fault he got caught. You should've helped him. You could've helped him. Why are you always such a fuck up"

Had he not screamed your name you may have never snapped out of it.

"[Y/N]!!!!" Ghost yells finally getting your attention. Time to play the part. You smile widely "its good to see you again ghost I hope you recovered well i'm sorry that I messed up I should've listened to you-" your smile fades at the end and you look at the floor. "[Y/N].." He says gently, a finger slides under your chin and makes you look at him. "I'm sorry" is the only words that come to your mind when speaking to him. Even if you didn't do something wrong you felt the need to apologize. Whether someone was mad,upset, scared...you always felt like you were the problem.

You stare at him. "Nothing was your fault. Nothing has ever been your fault. I made the decision along with soap to go into the building. WE made that decision which YOU disagreed with. Us getting caught had nothing to do with you" be says, the words 'we' and 'you' were emphasized loudly and made you jump. All you could do was nod. Ghost sits on the table and pulls you forward a bit, you tense at the cold wet wipe touching against your face and in a quick panic try to move away. Ghost grabs your arm and pulls you to him holding your body against him. "Please don't...I like my makeup today it's very natural.." you say with a nervous laugh

"No more [y/n]...no more."

Ghost begins to wipe away all the makeup easily. Soon the once natural refreshing look is replaced by the tired and defeated face of someone who's been fighting everyday and just trying to make it to the end of the week. The burning feeling once again is felt in your eyes, the whites of your eyes slowly turn pink as you fight back the tears which inevitably fall down your face. For months you've been hiding how tired you've been. For months you screamed in your head for help. For months you cried yourself to sleep. For months you've only thought the worst. Ghost sets the dirty wipe aside and gently reaches his hands to touch your face..hot tears streaming down the now pale skin, the dark circles are more prominent as your eyes begin to become puffy.

"Look at me [y/n]..."

His voice is gentle, his hands leave your fave gently wiping tears and his arms wrap around your waist as he holds you close he Gently turns sitting on the couch and pulls you into his lap. Your breathing becomes heavy and ragged. You're trying so hard not to cry, but you're overwhelmed. "I see you...you're tired..not just physically. You've been on survival mode for so long and keep putting on such a happy face for everyone here- no more. Talk to us. Talk to me..we won't always know when you are hurting. But we will be here to listen..to hold you and to help you." His voice is soft and just above a whisper like it's a secret for only you to hear. You can no longer hold back the tears and choke out a sob. You cling to him like he was your life line and cry into his shoulder, his arms hold you tighter as he holds you in a tight embrace. You can feel all your energy going, all the sadness you've been holding in pours out into each tear you shed. You can hear his voice become broken "I swear to God [y/n] what are you thinking...we are here for you even when it feels like we aren't. We love you so much. I love you so much. I know these feelings keep coming back and I know it feels like a never ending battle but with all of us here we will fight it with you…" he says holding your frame and all you can do is cry. The feeling of emptiness, the feeling of being alone are slowly leaving your body- the body that felt so drained of life..he stands up while holding you and walks to his room, upon reaching the door he twists the silver know and proceeds to enter his room. He still holds you as he pulls back the covers of the bed, he kicks off his shoes and sets you down. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, and set it down. He pulls your shoes off then looks at you "I'm going to undress you alright? Not to do anything to you but to make you feel comfortable. You aren't working today understand?" He says, all you could do is nod- from the months of your brain being on survival mode you can feel the last of your energy depleting.

Ghost strips you of your clothes then places the shirt he was just wearing over your head. The shirts is 3 sizes too big and stops at your mid thighs, ghost slides into the bed next to you and pulls you too him. "Sleep. You deserve it...you fought for so long….you kept the mask of pain hidden and a fake smile on your face for years….you deserve to rest...your work will still be there but your mind will only drift further into a messy sea if you don't rest...the work...the planning...all of it will be there still...it's something that is do able and replaceable...you aren't. Nothing can replace you. No one can replace you. Everything can wait….just rest…" he says quietly as you shut your eyes. "Just rest…" was the last thing you heard before you slipped into a calming sleep.

Ghost gently runs a hand through your hair, he never told you how he knew you were hiding your true emotions. He wasn't sure how to put it either. Truth be told when they were caught their captures had threatened their team. Including you. They pulled up surveillance of each individuals home. For a month they watched as you screamed and cried, watched as you lay there in bed staring at the empty ceiling feeling the life drain from your body. They watched as you barely ate, barely showered or changed even after you left the hospital. But the one thing that hurt the most is when they seen how you faked being happy. Faked a smile to make someone laugh. Faked that you were OK because you were scared to bug someone with your feelings and issues because you felt they were already burdened by your presence. But you still fought. You still woke up. You were still there. So when soap was watching you from afar as you left your apartment it pained him to watch you suffering, watch you hit your head against the wheel and sit there trying to force your feelings down. But you still were here with them.

You were still here.

Still fighting.

Still trying.

Ghost pulled his mask off to gently kiss your forehead and laid his head back on his pillow. He turned his head to face you as you slept and smiled.

"I'm proud of you for still being here...all we can ask of you is to try your best..even if it's something small.. celebrate that one small thing because even when you were so drained and dull..fighting against everything against you when you were stuck in survival mode....you still did it. You fought against every negative thought you had and still made it out on top. You may not be where you wanted to be today whether it was with your work or your life [y/n]...buy you still made it and that's a very big accomplishment you've done...just keep fighting and every morning you wake up, you tell yourself good job….because you very well indeed did a good job by not giving in or giving up...and we are so proud of you for fighting...now you deserve some rest...we love you [y/n]. Always have and always will" ghost whispers as he closes his eyes and falls asleep

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (04x03)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 03: It's Always Sunny with You

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: just a bunch of thots

Word Count: this one is short because work is not letting me leave in time to get home, prep dinner and write a chapter.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The sound of seagulls out and about was one welcoming greeting while the beach graced the cameras with the best hues of blue and sandy beige. The closest palm tree was one beautiful lazy addition to this breathtaking view. That, unfortunately, could not be said for the gradually increasing screams that entered the scene- with the burning face of one Peter Parker running haphazardly in his swimming trunks while Ned ran behind him with a crab in his hand. The camera swerved to the left to watch Bucky and Sam resting on the beach chairs under that lone palm tree and watching the scene unfold in front of them with a beer in their hand. Bucky chuckled at the Spiderman still running around the beach throwing sand at the little creature while Ned enjoyed the after-effects of his efforts.  "Peter is such a-" Sam was already opening the cooler sitting next to him to take out one huge undone cold cut of a slick fish to throw it with a schlorp on Bucky's stomach, "wuss-OOOOOHH MY GAAAAHHHDDD!!!" The winter soldier frantically got up to slap the thing away from his body. And when that didn't work, he spilt beer over his torso. "AAAH SOMETHING YUCKY TOUCHED ME!!"

Sam: *Still laying on the beach chair* *smirks* ah, heaven.

Along the same beach, a private area of lounge chairs was taken up by Wanda Vision, cuddled up on one corner but exuding their mush vibes all over to the other end of the beach where Pietro pretended to gag while playing volleyball with Steve, Natasha and Scott. Everyone was enjoying the sun and sand in their beach clothes. Everyone else was enjoying the exposed muscles, the abs and those legs for days on display by our very own 'everyone'.  Well, everyone except you. Javier's camera focused on you sitting in one of the lounge chairs, hunched over your laptop, your bed hair still smacked at one side and the bun barely hanging on to the hairband. Your face had the frown of someone having been confused to the point that your nervous system ached and wanted to plot revenge. "Y/N, honey!" Pepper and her huge beach hat came into the frame, sitting in the shade while relaxing her belly, "go join the others. Have some fun!" The camera went back to you just as you looked up from the screen. "I can't right now, Pepper. I'm plotting a murder," you stated monotonously. "Okay," Pepper chimed in, "Well, then go enjoy some beach bods and volleyball after you're done with the plotting." The camera panned in to see a figure shift from the lounge chair right next to Pepper, and a very worried Tony Stark's face came into view to look at his wife and then at the camera.

You: *stand in the sand while out of focus are the others playing beach volleyball behind you* It's vacation time in college and just when I thought I was getting some time to breathe and get just a little bit of my mind back on track after all the *gesture with your hands at space and all that happened last season* this one freaking sonofabeach makes it his life's goal to make me as miserable as he can!  *on the edge of fuming* Sam's voice: Don't tell me it's Da- You: *snap* David! Yes, of course, it's David! The camera zooms out to show Sam pausing next to you with a fresh slimy octopus in his, shaking his head and cursing David.  Sam: want me to break his legs? You: *close your eyes* *breathe in* *open your eyes* *stare directly into the camera's soul* I want to break into his house, move all his furniture by a centimetre, replace his shower gel with tide pod juice, his sugar with baking soda, leave one scratch on his optical reader in his PlayStation, corrupt his headphones, connect his computer audio to the college speakers and leave one visible scratch on the good side of his Benz. *still stares into the camera* Sam: *blinks* *looks at the camera* *slowly slides out of the frame* You: That manipulative bastard convinced the professor to take online assignments throughout the vacation from me to make up for the semester I missed. *grits teeth* *crinkles nose with the red of rage* Nothing good seems to be happening in my life because of mother- Scott: *still unfocused* *shouts* Is that Loki? *get hits by the ball*

Your head whipped one-eighty to find out where Scott was looking. Both you and the camera turned to the sea to find a face appearing out of the water from the ocean, gradually ascending and blessing the viewers with a pair of arms rising up, flexing just as pale fingers ran through those long locks of black hair.  "Oh f***!" A stranger's voice came from the left and the camera turned to record a crowd of ladies and a few men staring at the breathtaking ocean view. "Oh Poseidon, rip that tank top apart so I can see the bulging muscles underneath," one woman commented, making others giggle and snicker. The camera next to the volleyball court was already panning in on your face. The rage, hatred, and misery that was sitting on your nose were melting away to give way to a cocktail of wonder in your raised brow, serenity in your eyes and just a tint of that slow train of thoughts which was bringing up a smirk on your lips. "I bet you fifty dollars I'll make him come to me," one of the ladies- a white woman tanned to a fault- in a stunning piece of duo-chrome bikini announced to her group of hyenas. The camera caught the sudden dilution of that smirk on your face before catching the look of unsurity in your eyes. The God was putting models to shame as he walked out of the water in his black tank top and shaped swimming trunks. The worked-up crowd watched as the confident white woman sauntered towards the God with a tall glass of Sex on the Beach. The camera shifted to perfectly catch the muted gasp of the entire line of humans trying to veil the second-hand embarrassment being felt by the woman when Loki instinctively turned to walk towards you. Loki casually flicked remnants of the ocean water from his fingers onto your face, making you flinch a little. "Oi!" you nearly shouted. "Why do you look so dead?" You snorted. "Don't remind me." The camera could hear the crack of your neck at this distance.  Javier's camera watched the people in the crowd look at you with daggers, or move away disappointed. "Who is that girl anyway?" the woman cursed in your direction before walking away with her girl squad. One of the women tried recording Loki and you but dropped her phone when a 'bee' appeared out of somewhere and scared her.  Javier automatically turned to Scott, finding him tucking away something in his pocket before signalling the camera to shush, only to be hit by a ball again.  "Come take a swim in the ocean," the God advised, taking the towel from an attendant that appeared out of nowhere. Before you could add something, Loki continued. "With me." You paused. A little too long. If it weren't for the extraordinary quality of the device, one would have missed that little millimetre of the moment when your pupils dilated at some unknown thought brewing in your mind. "She can't swim." Clint's voice broke you out of that short trance of that simple request. The archer walked by with a pair of goggles and diving equipment.  "You don't have to go look for the f***s I give in the ocean, Barton. I'll save you some time," Loki quipped, earning a muted mock of his words from the archer.  You chuckled first, then broke out into a wide smile and giggled till there were tears in your eyes. "See? Even Y/N agrees with me." You smacked him on his abs and then gave your hand a little shake while still giggling.

You: *sunglasses on* *sipping on an elderflower cocktail* *smile* *shrug* David can chew on his shoelaces.  The camera zooms out to show Scott enjoying the view of the ocean alongside you while giving one mock of a laugh in the direction of the hyenas as he sipped on his pina colada. Behind you, Tony and Pepper are asleep in their chairs while Zuko rests his head on Pepper's belly. Scott: But you still have your assignment to submit, right? Loki passes from behind you with the volleyball in his hand.  Loki: I'll help you with that tonight. Come on, let's play. You: *share a look with Scott through your glasses* *casually shift your weight one leg and put your free hand in your shorts pocket.* Cool. Cool. *nod*  Scott mirrors you.  Both of you turn back to look at the ocean. A repressed scream seems to come out of Scott's throat, followed by one coming out of you. Slowly your legs start to dance and both of you start slapping each other. Natasha shouts for you two to join them, stopping the happy dance all at once. You: *clear your throat* Scott: *clears throat* Let's go, bro You: Not you. You've been hit enough today.

[izzy-b-hands]

Watching Prince vids to find some new ones to gif and have realised i absolutely need to write either modern au Ed and Izzy fucking at a Prince concert (u know Ed's essentially cosplaying as Prince for the show, as he should, and there's this one outfit of Prince's that's a v Izzy shirt with a tight jumpsuit that I bet Izzy would happily wear both for Ed and bc. it's cute as fuck lol) that turns into a bit of steddyhands

Or. if i can wiggle around how electric guitars work in the canon time (can i just say they do and not worry abt it lmao), I'm equally down for writing it like.

Fuck it, mini sort of fic time for this version of it. nsfw and horny edizzy into steddyhands below the cut

Canon time version of this is like

Post s2, in an au version where everyone is well and fine (the only version i personally fuck with rn tbh bc u guys Know my feelings on actual s2 lol)

Ed and Izzy have been working on things. Slowly, painfully, and tbh, they still communicate in a way that's like. Absolutely odd and not great to anyone except the two of them and the few crew members who are starting to figure it out or already had some understanding of it (ex. Stede for the former and Fang for the latter)

But there's a show at this port, tonight. A fairly famous bard, that Ed's maybe always wanted to see (let's be real, he adds the maybe in bc he feels bad abt wanting to go, to spend a night away from the ship and Responsibilities, the same shit that kept him feeling tied to being Blackbeard)

It doesn't take much to convince him tho, once Izzy admits that actually he thinks it would be good for everyone to go, and Stede eagerly agrees. They'll go as a group, but everyone can vibe and do their own thing as they want at the show (aka The Swede is in Jackie's lap for most of it, Zheng and Olu and Jim and Archie are all over each other in between dance breaks, and it's just a nice time out for one night where even the navy officers in the crowd that are poorly disguised aren't gonna start any shit)

He's basically vibrating with excitement after Stede and Izzy start talking wardrobe for the show, and then suddenly they're tearing apart old stolen clothes to stitch together to make new things and he's going out in something tight, silk, different shades of purple and violet with black highlights to even it out (and some glitter, for good measure.) Izzy's smiling, helping get himself fitted into the jumpsuit that Wee John has insisted upon helping them sew together in time, adding extra black silk frills to an already black frilly shirt they've found amongst their pile of spoils (none of them like folding or hanging up clothes, so be it lol)

Add in that Stede and Izzy are taking turns making out with him mid-dress up and he's. on a fucking hair trigger by the time they go off the ship into the port, to the biggest pub there to join the crowd (Jackie notes it isn't as nice as her place was, and she's right, but it could be worse.)

Stede offers that they should go, the two of them, up closer to the front and he'll join them later (partially bc he needs a moment to adjust to the crowd which is full of pirates recognising him and Ed and Izzy and it's. v cool to him but also overwhelming considering how that went the last time at the republic of pirates), so they make their way until he's pressed gently into the front barrier, Izzy grinding against him from behind.

They're not dressed so they can hide much of anything, but everyone around them is seemingly there for the same thing and in the same sort of spirits, so they can play pretty freely. The ppl closest give them dreamy, eager, wanting looks as they watch, and he can't help but think yeah, they should be jealous. Doesn't matter if they're more jealous of Izzy for being with Ed or vice versa, it's a turn on both ways now for Ed (and he's realising he missed out on a lot by not appreciating the ppl who look at him with need in their eyes, bc he's the one taking Izzy fucking Hands home with him and not them.)

He can reach back and feel how wet Izzy is, knows the cream coloured pantsuit is probably showing it too (buttery soft and thin cream coloured silk, the brightest thing he's seen Izzy in in ages, and he wants him both in and out of it all at once lol.) His own cock is fighting against the purple silk and velvet skirt Wee John and Frenchie helped make, and he's mindful enough to not want to tear it, but he does want it pushed up so Izzy can start playing with his ass and cock

That's a step too far for the moment, but he grinds against Izzy like his life depends on it, and it's everything he wanted and more once Stede joins them. Surrounded by the men he loves being with, taking turns sneaking in kisses to them while the music plays (and the show is fucking amazing, Ye Olde Prince and his group egging everyone on to have fun and get nasty), and he's juuuust abt to come untouched when Stede and Izzy finally pull him towards the back of the crowd, where ppl are letting themselves really go for it

His eyes linger for a minute over the crew members nearby and what they're getting up to (in part bc Frenchie and Roach keep breaking away to come over and get their hands on Izzy, who moans so prettily whenever they or Stede or Ed touches him that it makes Ed ache)

But then it's Izzy on his knees pulling up Ed's skirt to suck him off, Stede behind him teasing his ass with a finger, leaving kisses and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone

He couldn't tell you much about the actual moment he cums, bc there's not a drop of blood going to his brain during it lol. He can hear the song that's playing (I've got a list for which it could be bc there are a lot of Prince songs that are on my edizzy and steddyhands lists), and he can feel Izzy swallowing it down while Stede grabs at his ass, toying with his hole (and making Ed wish they'd brought something as lube tbh), jerking himself off as best he can thru his trousers (tight, teal silk, a favourite for ed and izzy to see stede in)

After he's propped up between them for the rest of the show, taking turns teasing Stede through his trousers and rubbing at the front of Izzy's pantsuit (it's not near enough friction considering how hard Izzy grinds against his hand, stifling moans into Ed's shoulder)

The game plan was to return to the ship after the show, but an invitation from Ye Olde Prince's security guard to the backstage for the three of them means a few things:

finally access to lube and getting off with one of his favourite bards in the same room, with two of his favourite people, and the crew gets to have the ship all to themselves (something they were pretty blatantly hoping would happen in how they were talking before the show, and he can't blame them. There are a lot of fun places to fuck on the Revenge, and everyone deserves a chance to get themselves and whoever else they want off in them.)

Anyway. god. if i could draw I'd have sketches of their outfits too for u guys. but alas on that part of things akdnfjgn

[thevagabondexpress]

One might say it's cheating if I participate in this. But I would direct their attention to the additions on the post that also ask for a description even if I have seen their face. And you added a challenge. How was I supposed to not do it?

You're short. My height, in fact, or thereabouts. 5'1 give or take the inches and centimetres and millimetres and what-have-you, because technically I round up mathematically to measure up to that one inch and I doubt everyone has to. I think you may also have a habit of slouching, which makes you look smaller still at times.

Your skin is so pale and clear that you kind of glow if the lighting isn't right. It's giving vampirism. But I do believe you still have tan lines. I do know factually you have a few freckles and spots on your person though. Very few, but they're there.

I don't think you grow your nails out very long, but neither do you keep them as strictly short as musicians and others might do. When you paint them, it's probably in metallic shades and you do everything you can to avoid getting it on your skin because of irritation issues.

Short hair. Closer to a bronze colour. In fact, if I were describing you like I was any other character I write, I'd associate a lot of your appearance with metals and rock. Alabaster skin, shiny bronze hair, nails painted the colour of purple cordierite, eyes the steely grey-blue of a cliff-face against a stormy sea. Then again, I've never been good with eyes. I've probably forgotten the exact colour by now. I just know that from a distance, they look dark, but not so dark as colours like brown. It's a muted, soft dark that comes, usually, from grey or deep blue eyes. Anyway, back to your hair: somewhat thin, slippery, but there's a lot of it, and it always hangs straight.

Goofy smile. Rather broad shoulders. Would believe you were a swimmer if you ever said such a thing.

Fashion? Primary school art teacher. The long, peculiar novelty earrings, the interesting necklaces, cardigans, glasses (technically not fashion but a necessity, but hush), and generally loose clothes of varying colours that don't clash but are rather strange to behold in a world of aesthetically pleasing mild palettes. When not dressed as such, it's black clothes and hoodies to rival the emo kids in high school. Beanies in winter? Possibly? Caps otherwise. A weird obsession with caps.

Anyway, that's all I've got. I could be wrong on a few things.

this is. stunning. very accurate but also very beautifully poetic. the kind of description i wish i could steal but we've got enough worrying about that going on in the world already so i won't. you're wrong and right on the fashion sense: i tend not to wear clothes that are too loose, except for maybe one layer in an outfit, but i'm also not wearing entirely tight-fitting things either—it's a matter of weather and practicality. it's odd that you mention primary school art teachers b/c the first real fashion inspiration i remember was my elementary school music teacher, who came in every day dressed like she'd walked off a runway in new york city. i can't remember ever seeing her wear the same coat twice. expensive, but one can dream.

the one thing i don't do is slouch. i was a dancer when i was little and i'm paranoid about getting a back hunch (if you met my grandfather you would understand). in fact, i've had people be surprised i'm only 5'1, because of the way i stand.

also, if this were two hundred years ago when they only made one style of glasses, it would be different, but with all of the different styles of glasses we have, they can definitely be a fashion statement.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

I'm honestly not happy with this, but it's a brainworm I've managed to retch up and it's good enough. I'm gonna go take painmeds and sleep.

CWs; not much, really. Implied torture and such, but I'm leaving it open so I (and maybe others) can have a chance to write it in more detail in scenes so they can stand on their own.

---

Rage is inconsolable. It isn't the first time he's come storming into the office. But this time everyone knows why. The news spread like wildfire. Informants had gotten to Kia and Mizho first, told them what was going on. Rage is shaking, head in his hands and gripping his hair hard enough to pull a few strands out. Paresse is holding him, gently trying to pry his hands out of his hair.

Paresse himself can barely speak. When he does, his voice box glitches and jumps. He's putting all his focus into consoling Rage.

Vice is pacing like a lion, gold eyes locked in place as the newscast continues to play. Kia is deathly still, barely breathing. Mizho is furious, seconds away from tearing this office apart. But it feels wrong... considering what's happening.

The newscast is from the Topside. And Fussa's face is on the screen. She'd been taken into custody, on suspision of involvement in gang activity and murder. Kia flinches as they mention someone 'anonymous' had come forward and given evidence to support the case against her.

The kids don't know yet. Jupiter and Chihiro had been left to their video games in one of their rooms. Fussa was practically Jupiter's mother. He'd lose his shit. He didn't have Rage's self control yet. Some part of Kia figures that this would make a great lesson in that regard.

Suddenly it ends. The news moves on to another story. Kia closes her eyes. Mizho erupts.

"FUCK!!"

Rage flinches and grips harder.

"We've got to break her out--" Vice begins.

"We can't, she'll lose all cover if we do." Paresse's voice is practically dead, his tone is so flat. "Hell, she'll lose everything. Breaking her out is the same as admitting guilt. They'd start a manhunt. She'd never be safe again."

Something breaks against the wall.

"She's smart..." Kia mutters, "She has money..."

"She's a fucking trans underground slut turned topside aristocrat, they've been chaffing at the bit to condemn her for years!!" Rage burst out, finally letting go of his hair and looking up at them, "They're going to do anything and everything to say she's guilty. And someone's turned against us to do it!" Kia can see it in his eyes. He knows his master is going to be killed, and he's in hysterics about it, "They're going to confiscate me, they already treat me like property. And I can't--"

"They can't, babe. You're a douji, we fall under SAP." Paresse gently reassures him, "You'll be summoned to testify, probably, though..."

Rage buried his face in his hands.

"... We'll wait. See how this plays out. If too much starts to build up, we'll break her out. Keep eyes in the courtrooms. If it seems like she's being tortured or the verdict of guilty is reached, we break her out then and there." Kia states. It's an order.

"Until then, we hunt for the leak." Mizho adds on, "We enforce hard against snitches and we make examples of them." She's snarling, eye wide and feral, "Nothing else gets out."

A collective nod, an agreement.

---

Fussa is fucking craving a cigarette. She glares at the wall of the cell. Solitary confinement and isolation. It was practically death row. The wall is a pretty, sheer white that burns into her unshaded eyes. Her hair hangs into her face, and her bottom lip is busted. If she tries to speak, she'll just break it open again. Not that she's spoken since coming into custody except the minimum she has to. No shades, and only the clothes she's been provided.

The people who'd arrested her, the people who'd processed her, the people who'd led her to her cell. They're one of two minds. Either apologetic and reassuring her all would be cleared up--fans of hers--or they've already decided her guilt. She reaches up and gently presses at her lip, testing the broken skin and hissing at the sting. Mostly for the camera.

She isn't concerned. Honestly, she's surprised it's taken until she has grey hair for this to happen. Either she'll be killed or she'll walk free. She'd long since come to peace with this. She knows she's guilty. She knows how to talk to cops. She knows she'd done everything in her power to cover her tracks. And if that isn't enough? Then so be it.

She wonders how the others were taking the news. Rage'd been there when she'd been taken. She'd given him the order not to attack the men arresting her. She'd seen the pain in his face.

A sigh falls out of her lips. She wonders how much of her office is destroyed. She wonders if they'll try to break her out. Without her there to tell them no, she wouldn't be surprised. Depends on whether or not Paresse has lost his cool, too. He'll be the last line of reason.

Hm... If they did break her out, she'll have to be as under the radar as he is. She remembers the stories and the news when he'd killed half his own barracks before disappearing.

Might be a nice retirement, spending time with the animals and watching the girls' displays. She won't be much use anymore, but... well, anyways that was only if they succeed in breaking her out and she isn't killed in retaliation against the attempt.

...

She wonders how they'll torture her...

...

God, she needs a cigarette.

---

The first few months are the worst. Going back and forth, will it be a fast case? When is the trial? Who was the fucking leak?

Rage speaks in code when visiting Fussa, whenever he can. She reassures him, which in turn reassures the others. She tells him who she suspects as the leak, and they are all taken and interrogated.

None of them.

Paresse usually doesn't mind waiting, sitting around and not doing anything. But it grates on him. He wants to help, he wants to let the twins loose on the jailhouse. He keeps training Jupiter, instead. Jupiter, who is just as angry that his mother has been taken from him but is just as powerless.

The first year passes. There's no trial yet. Enough evidence to hold her, but not enough to convict her or prove her innocence. Many people come out yet the woodwork. Some accuse her of more than her charges. Some defend her with their lives.

It takes ages to sift through them all.

Fussa gets an inordinate amount of presents from fans and people on her side on her birthday. She knows which presents are from the Incidents, disguised among the rest. All have been thoroughly inspected and cleared of contraband.

Not that the Incidents would be that stupid, anyways. Her favorite is the pack of cigarettes Kia sends. She really does try to not go through it in a week. She fails, but she did try!

The second year dragged on. Traction on the case was barely inching along. Down below, plans were made. Preparations for a possible break out. Letting Fussa be executed was unacceptable. If a guilty verdict was reached, she would be broken out that same night.

A judge had a very... convenient heart attack. Another was exposed to be corrupt, in ways unrelated to the Incidents. Fussa had to pretend to be shocked. That was dirt they'd had on that judge for years. It postponed the trials further.

Three years.

The trials take three years.

Its been a silent war right until the end. No one knows what the verdict will be. No one knows which words will be spoken. There's hefty evidence both sides. Things Fussa knows are falsified. Rage has discretely told her their planted story to cover her. And she parrots them in interrogations, whether she saw them in court or not.

She stares at the courtroom now, allowed to walk without cuffs and in a suit, but flanked on both sides. She's probably tripled in grey hairs since this all started, a very vivid stripe framing one side of her face and the rest peppering her hair.

An informant stands in the crowd, one finger balanced on a button hidden in his sleeve. Ready to signal the start of the snowball that would be the jailbreak.

Fussa knows him. She sees him in the crowd, but doesn't let her gaze linger. She can't. She's on a tightrope. They've been doing good on keeping her wounds and bruises hidden. She doubts the Incidents know that she's been being tortured. Or if they do, they haven't acted on it. Which is a long shot, to say the least.

Rage is there, too, but he's been there the whole way. She does let her gaze linger there--it's expected of her--and gives him a small smile. Not hopeful, but not hopeless. He smiles back. She sees the confidence in his eyes and knows they have a plan, no matter the outcome.

They fucking better, it's only been three goddamn years. She's walking free today, no matter what happens. It's just a matter of if she'll keep her standing or if she'll go into hiding. She relaxes at knowing this. Finally, she'll get to see everyone again, she'll get to see Paresse again. Rage has told her during his visits that he hadn't been taking it well.

She sits in a chair, one surrounded by over-teched glass... and waits. The chair isn't comfortable. It doesn't have to be. She's almost convinced it was made to be anything but comfortable. Her eyes skim the displaying glass, rereading the same evidences and alibis she'd been going over for the last three years.

She isn't concerned. Part of her could be a bit more concerned, if she lets herself relax too much she could slip. But right now she's playing the role of an annoyed, tired music producer who just wants to go home and get back to work. She'd been in the studio when the specific murder in question happened. She hadn't gone to the underground in years. Any gang involvement was an extension of people she'd produced who'd turned out bad, she was never personally involved, just a victim of circumstance.

She would have more than a few enemies in the music scene for framing them for things they didn't do, but she has enemies for far, far less.

She listens and waits for the verdict. She watches the fanciful screens and waits. Either decision is both a boon and a disgrace for the court.

If she is found guilty, then they were right in the eyes of the public and justice will be served--at least, it would be until she's freed. But the length of this case will be a deep wound on their reputation.

If she is found innocent, people will celebrate and the reputation of the court will be upheld, even rewarded for going to such lengths to prove her innocence. But a trial without a conviction could possibly reflect on the judge.

Fussa is ready for both.

It takes forever.

But finally, the verdict is prepared... and announced.

Fussa... smiles.

Innocent on all charges.

There is screaming, both joyful and furious. Things are thrown against the glass, and she's glad it's there.

From here, things are a blur. She's ushered out, the people are calmed and some even detained for their outbursts. She is taken to her cell to get her things. She doesn't forget to grab her cigarettes. She lights one as she's being escorted out.

Finally, she puts her sunglasses back on. Hers, not the unteched ones she'd been allowed to have. She walks out to a crowd and opens her arms with a grin at seeing them. Playing up the eccentric, over the top producer role. Rage rolls his eyes, but is smiling. She gets in the car with tinted windows and shuts the door. A pair of arms wrap around her and she looks up, shocked.

"Paresse!!" She wraps her arms tight around him, "You fucking moron, what're you doing here?? If you're caught, we're both fucked!" But she's laughing and kissing him between breaths. Rage sits in the passenger seat.

"He wouldn't take no for an answer. We're gonna go back to your place, since you're under surveillance, still. I'll go in with you and Paresse will meet us up there. The girls and Vice are already there."

Fussa nods as she leans into Paresse’s chest. It almost feels like a dream. She'd had dreams of being freed multiple times. Dreams of being broken out, of being executed. All of it. But the soft sting of Paresse's nails with how tight he held her told her just the opposite.

She hummed, "So, what was the plan? If I was found guilty? I'm dying to know what chaos you all would have exacted."

She listened intently to the two of them going back and forth. Her driver, who was well aware of it all, just smiled and shook his head. In the back of her mind... she's already planning out her actual retirement.

She's too goddamn old for this.

[just-trying-my-best-everyday]

Ahhhh! I loved your headcanons especially the one about their first touch - all the feels and it's just so intimate. And you can't just leave us hanging like that - tell us all about the first date, first kiss and how they got together headcanons as well!!

Mmmmm, this is a long ass list, but okay, if you insist...

Their first date was...

An absolute disaster, what can I tell ya?

Serves them right, after +10 years of beating around the bush.

Here's the gist of it: Shoko is tired.

Like very, very, very tired, of these two idiots bickering like a married couple and driving her up all the walls.

So she does the sensible best friend of both parties thing and sets them up on a blind date.

Hohohoho, Utahime's face when Gojo drops in the seat in front of her.

Unforgettable.

Gojo's an ass, so he takes pictures.

Those pictures end up in the video their friends make for their wedding.

Utahime is still grumpy about it.

The first fifteen minutes are pretty awkward, since they both think they should try to get along for once, now that they're on a date.

Then Gojo says something stupid and Utahime berates him and they're back to normal and thank God because they were moments away from smashing their heads against the pavement.

On purpose.

The rest of the date goes somewhat smoothly: they get dinner, then ice cream, then they have a walk through the park.

But this is not your ordinary, run of the mill park.

No, no.

This park has a pond.

With ducks.

That you can feed.

Gojo, being the five year old he is, insists on feeding them.

You can see where this is going.

Long story short, they fall in. Both of them. Because they're dumb.

The pond is not very deep, but they're still soaking wet now, and dirty too, because ducks poop in that water.

Gojo thinks Utahime's going to get all mad and kick his ass into oblivion.

But she starts laughing so much she can hardly breathe.

And she is so pretty, oh shit, when she laughs and he really, really wants to kiss her.

So he steps closer, brushes away some plants that are sticking to her face and kisses her.

She is a little surprised at first, but she kisses him back.

Soon they're kissing and laughing, still in the pond, water to their knees, but they're happy.

(Man, that's cute. Someone should write a one shot about it. Maybe it should be me. Hmmmm.)

The park keeper man doesn't have the heart to tell them they shouldn't be there.

They return to Utahime's apartment to get cleaned up but end up making out on the couch and passing out in each other's arms.

There's a little bit of confusion in the morning as to why the hell they're cuddling in smelly clothes and why there's leaves stuck in their hair, but they figure it out.

And so, they start dating.

They aren't hiding it.

They're just... Not not hiding it.

No one figures out until Utahime greets Gojo with a peck on the cheek.

Their students are all super supportive.

Shoko takes all the credit, Nanami wants to drive into a wall because Gojo + in love = kill him quick and painlessly, and Mei Mei makes a boatload of money off a bet.

It's win-win for everyone.

Except Nanami.

But he's happy for them.

They keep changes of clothes in each other's apartment.

There is a full miko get up in Gojo's closet and Utahime keeps a blindfold/a pair of dark shades in her nightstand at all times.

Remember that Utahime steals from him?

Well, now it's worse.

Nothing in his household is safe: his cups, his shirts, his shoes, his food.

One time, she even goes to a night out in Tokyo wearing just Gojo's clothes.

He would say something, but he thinks her wearing his things is the most beautiful thing in the world.

These two?

Cuddlers.

Most dates are just cuddling sessions with a movie or dinner.

Remember the touch thing?

Now that they're together, touch is everything.

Caresses, hugs, kisses, simply holding hands or tapping each other's shoulders.

Gojo stops having Infinity up when he's around her.

Like, sure, that means he sometimes receives a cushion full on the face, but he doesn't mind.

Pick up lines.

Oooooh, man, pick up lines.

Every conversation starts with something like "are your eyes the ocean? Because I'm drowning in them".

Utahime groans every time, but Gojo always catches a small smile as she turns around.

One day, she pulled out a pick up line of her own and he almost proposed right there and then.

She says "I love you" first.

Nobody proposes.

They just decide to get married one day.

There's no party they just go and fill out the paperwork for it to be legal.

They don't wear their rings on their fingers.

Too dangerous.

They carry them in chains under their clothing.

And that's pretty much it! Hope you enjoyed!

Read my other headcanons here.

[manikas-whims]

Troublesome New Girl

Sequel to A Place Good Enough

[Read on AO3]

Characters: Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Kaz Brekker

Summary: Inej has newly joined the Dregs. She goes to return Kaz's coat in the presence of many members. *cue the teasing & jokes*

Jesper meets Inej & evidences of Jesper's crush on Kaz (tiny bit of angst).

Kaz is his usual self & sets an example. A violent one :)

Note:

I just noticed this complete written fic has been sitting in my drafts for a month now. I'm so dumb 〒_〒

PLEASE DO READ THE PREVIOUS PART IN THIS SERIES TO UNDERTAND THIS SEQUEL.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Inej

The constant noise of banging against wood rouses Inej from her sleep. She looks around haphazardly only to find herself lying on a cot in an unknown room, her torso covered by a grey coat. Sun's rays blind her eyes momentarily as she turns her face, an open window staring back at her, not the daunting walls of the Menagerie. Memories of the previous night flood back and her shoulders deflate in relief. She takes a long breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. She doesn't need to endure Heleen's beatings or sell her body anymore. She is free of that life. Free.

“Oi new girl!” a voice calls, followed by more knocking at the wooden door to her small room. “Brekker told me to bring you some clothes. I’m leaving a pair out here.”

Right! Kaz Brekker had promised her better clothes. She leaves the comfort of the cot but by the time she unlocks the door to thank whoever was on the other end, the person is gone. She catches a short glimpse of a feminine figure with blond hair at the stairs and vows to thank her later. Picking up the clothes, she closes the door.

Jesper

When Jesper had heard his fellow Dregs gossiping about Dirtyhands bringing back a girl with him late at night, he hadn’t given it much thought. He had ignored Anika when she had said that she was literally asked by Kaz himself to provide the said girl with some clothes. In fact, he had completely shooed away anyone who came up to fill his ears with rumors about this unknown Suli girl and the bastard of the barrel. So when a small, bronze-skinned girl bumps into him on the third floor of the Slat, he's stunned.

"Ohhh—", The girl waves her hands frantically, her pupils dilating in concern, "I'm sorry."

But Jesper doesn't bother with apologies for he's too busy appraising her. Now she does match the rumored descriptions and is even donning Anika's lame clothes. But what actually piques his interest is a neatly-folded coat in the deepest shade of grey held between her dainty hands. He doesn’t need to think long to guess who it belongs to. There’s only one person who doesn’t indulge in the colorful fashion sense of the barrel— Kaz “Dirtyhands” Brekker.

He feels his insides fuming. But no way is he going to act like an idiot and jump to conclusions. Just because here's a girl he’s never seen before and she happens to have a coat, doesn’t mean that every single narrative he's heard about this whole situation is true.

He narrows his eyes in what he assumes is his best look of suspicion as he towers over the girl. “Where did you get that?”

"Um", she looks down at the piece of clothing and mumbles in the most innocent tone, "Mr. Brekker lent it to me."

Mr. Brekker!? The hell kinda way is this to address a man you slept with? Or whatever the heck it is that Dirtyhands prefers to do with girls..

"Why?" he asks. From Jesper's experiences, the young lieutenant of the Dregs isn't big on kindness. "Why did he lend it you?"

The girl's brows narrow in thought. It seems she herself is unsure of the reason. Her left palm clutches her right forearm in apprehension. "I guess..because I wasn't in a very decent attire."

Alarms go off in Jesper's head again. What exactly happened between her and Kaz? His heart needs answers yet he knows that its none of his business so he suppresses the unease welling in his belly.

"Well Kaz is up there." He gestures in the direction of the attic. "I'm headed there right now so I can give it to him."

The girl frowns. "I can't let a stranger do that for me. Besides," she twirls a strand of her hair, her eyes alight with some indescribable emotion, "I must properly thank him myself."

Jesper is familiar with this look. It mirrors his own when he was still a newbie at the Dregs and wanted to prove himself, wanted to repay Kaz for saving his ass. And not just by helping him pluck stupid pigeons but also by adding extra sums of profits to his ledger. Jesper can empathize with her on this.

"He saved you too," The Zemeni asks carefully, "didn't he?"

She stares at him, gauging the understanding in his expression and simply nods.

He rubs the side of his neck awkwardly. "Well, wanna go up together?"

Her eyes widen and she involuntarily takes a few steps back. Distrust. Fear. He can empathize with this action as well. In the barrel, it'd be foolish to believe a complete stranger within few moments of the first encounter.

"Then," he smiles the smile that many have called charming and starts his ascend upstairs. He only looks back once to wink at her, hoping it'll quell her anxious mind a bit, "follow my lead?"

"I can do that." she mumbles, more to assure herself and takes the first step of many that will become the foundation to their sibling-like friendship.

Kaz

When it comes to change, development and fresh ideas, Per Haskell always cowers and dismisses the topic. People like that will never achieve anything if they aren't willing to take risks. The restoration of that abandoned fifth harbour would already be in motion if Kaz hadn't chosen to waste another of his precious mornings trying to convince his boss that investing in it may prove fruitful to the Dregs. And so, after a pointless argument he had had earlier with the old man, he's decided to take matters into his own hands.

Huffing audibly, he continues explaining every member present in his room their respective job for the day. The boisterous throng huddled around him, begins dispersing all of a sudden. Curiously, Kaz looks up to find his faitful right-hand man Jesper Fahey walking in, a mischievous glint in his silver irises.

"We bumped into each other on our way up here." Jesper gestures behind him.

And it is then that Kaz notices her presence— Inej Ghafa, the strange Suli girl he had brought back from the West Stave. Oddly, he had felt her presence moments ago but had brushed it off as a mere byproduct of his rest-deprived mind playing tricks on him. Turns out his intuition hadn’t been wrong at all.

"Its that Suli girl."

"The one that Brekker took up to his bed?"

"Who would've thought Haskell's rabid dog had such exquisite tastes."

The one that Brekker took where? Haskell's rabid what? Kaz isn't sure which remark he finds more insulting towards his reputation. Although he does realise he has no one except himself to blame. He should'nt have let the girl follow him up to the attic last night. As usual, he'll have to cover this small err with fresh tales about himself that are even more gruesome than the previous ones. But for now he must find out why the new girl is here.

Anika’s clothes are baggy on her small frame— a deep green shirt so loosely-fitted that she has tied its ends into a double knot just above her belly-button whilst the fawn-colored trousers hang tastefully around her hips. He watches her long, silky hair sway behind her as she walks gracefully in his direction, determination glimmering in her dark brown irises. Shock briefly flits across his gaze but before he can even think of stopping her, she shoots out her hands in which he (dreadfully) recognizes, she’s holding his coat. He can feel all eyes in the room already settling on him. They collectively stare in a mix of shock, curiosity and..is this jealousy he's witnessing on a few faces?

"What do you think you're doing?" He grits out. He hears a muffled snickering which he's sure is Jesper's and wonders if the two somehow managed to become friends in the short span of their climb up the stairs. And that they both planned this prank together on their way.

However, Inej only furrows her brows, debunking his ridiculous theory. She seems to be wondering what she's done wrong as she answers confidently, "I forgot to return it last night."

More interested staring ensues. The new pen in his palm snaps.

Is this girl serious right now? It took him long, unrelenting years to rise to the position he's at. He's spilled his blood, sweat and tears to scatter the seeds of terror about him throughout the expanse of Ketterdam. Even people who come across him for the first time, visibly shiver and turn pale. So what part of their last conversation has given her this courage to approach him so casually? She seems to have forgotten the fact that he’s an infamous barrel thug, feared by merchers, stadwatch and gangsters alike. She isn’t supposed to saunter up to him and return his coat, making this whole exchange appear to be a scandalous affair to the curious bystanders. She isn't supposed to crumble Dirtyhands' hard-built reputation with just a few words!

"Stand aside, I'm busy." He mutters, because he truly has no idea how to get out of this predicament and hopes that his caustic tone will get the message across just like it does with everyone else.

To his utter dismay, Inej seems to be far more tactless than Jesper, who still hasn't stopped snickering. She tucks the coat back in her arms and bites her lip as if suppressing herself from saying something mean. Her eyes quietly regard his own, an unspoken understanding settling between them. She is aware that if she doesn't wish to be thrown back into the Menagerie, she must behave properly with him. And yet, her nostrils flare as she responds, "I just wanted to pay my gratitude-"

"You can pay your gratitude," Kaz hisses back, glaring up at her from his perched position, "with your services." And its only after uttering those words does he realise the ambiguous implications hinted in them. Jesper's shoulders are shaking uncontrollably now, his palms tightly clamped around his mouth to muffle his laugh.

"Slow down, Dirtyhands." comments someone from the back and the whole room bursts into a howl of laughter. Inej brings a palm to her lips, gasping in mortification.

Kaz massages his eyes. Dealing with these ruffians has already been a headache. Now this new girl just walks in and takes the cake. She's proving to be far more dangerous– scratch that– far more more troublesome than he had expected.

He lets them have their fun as he pulls out a knife from his coatsleeve and gets up. He ambles towards Dirix, his steps slow and deliberate. He's sure it was Rotty who'd made the joke but Dirix is standing closer and it doesn't really matter who said what. Dirtyhands just needs to set an example.

The young boy is suddenly looking very pale. Kaz grabs his right hand, the dominant one and digs the blade along the joints of his fingers. The knife easily tears through his skin and goes deeper into the muscle beneath. Dirix is now screaming whilst everyone else hold their breath. From his peripheral vision, he catches the horror on Inej's face and rolls his eyes. Surely she must've heard of his violent endeavors at the menagerie. She shouldn't have approached him in the first place if she's going to be so shocked everytime he spills someone's blood.

He roots out the knife before it can completely sever Dirix's limbs. "Get 'em patched up." The boy is already running out.

He walks back and tosses the knife to the desk, its loud clang making everyone flinch in fright. "Pipe down before I actually start chopping tongues."

The threat silences everyone.

"This is Inej Ghafa." He points at her and the girl cowers slightly. Not at all the abrupt attention on her, he notices, but from him. "She's to be a new spider."

This one simple statement seems to piece together everything for them. Though he has an inkling that his previous act of brutality also plays a major part. They nod and whisper amongst themselves. He almost scoffs. Of course its easier for them to believe that Kaz Brekker took up a girl to his room for information. Not some spicy dalliance.

"Now get to work." He orders and one by one they shuffle out of the room, Rotty nodding respectfully. He knows he was spared merely by luck.

Jesper is the last one. He winks at Inej before taking his leave. "See you around, new girl!"

And with all of them gone, Kaz turns to Inej. She inhales a breath in anticipation.

"Let's start your training."

So hopefully that was as fun reading as it was for me writing :3

Coming parts will have Inej's training and ofc her picking her canon outfit.

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[echo-three-one]

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Going Dark - Part 2

John "Soap" MacTavish

London, United Kingdom

Soap never knew that the bloody guy would pull that trick off his sleeve. He's been sick of the same ringing he first experienced when they went out with Francine.

So he did what he could and quickly got up to his feet as soon as he saw Alex attempt to halt the hostage on his tracks. That bastard's going to pay for stomping on Alex like that.

With comms down once again, he had to act fast, stomping down the stairs, never leaving sight of the runner. He could sense someone following him and assumed it's any of Roach, Price or Jack. And it looked like Ghost caught wind of what happened too.

"Oi! Let's flank him!" Soap roared across the empty streets as Ghost and Roach split ways and ran toward their target.

They're not kidding when they said the Shadow Company is at par with the 141, the guy ran like a horse which Soap never expected from his build. He could see Ghost and Roach sprinting from his sides, one wrong turn and he's done for, but he still had one last trick. 

He raced to the emergency stairs as his heavy feet clanged against the metal. Soap followed, optimizing the steps on edges to gain on him. Going up the rooftops was his biggest mistake.

"Bollocks, he's still running!" he announced as he felt his ears crackling. 

"Well…. st….by…. do….airs.." His earpiece crackled through the static. It's recovering but they're already far off MacMillan's truck where their line connected.

He leaped. Soap almost stopped in his tracks as the runner courageously leapt across the huge gap and rolled on to the next building. He braced himself and continued dashing across the roof and did a mighty leap, his arms circled like he was swimming and he carefully placed his feet to perform a proper land and rolled.

That's going to hurt as soon as the adrenaline fades, but he quickly got up and made use of his remaining burst of energy. 

The runner stopped in his tracks as soon as Roach emerged from the opposite fire escape, raising a pistol pointed straight at him as he raised his hand in surrender.

"Nowhere to run now." Roach said, cautiously walking near him. He's aware that his phone is still inside his pocket and that they had no idea when it'll go off again.

He didn't talk, but he looked panicked. He was sweating all over and his face was beyond recognizable. It looked like he's out of options.

"Tell us Where Shepherd is…" Gary pointed the loaded gun on his head, the desperation in Gary's eyes were obvious.

"There's an abandoned plane graveyard near Afghanistan…" he whimpered. His voice was shaky enough to warrant the truth.

"What's he doing there?" Soap added.

"He's trading the blueprints for the I.P. Address… Please that's all I know" he begged and they quickly left the place, walking back to MacMillan's car.

"You got something?" Ghost asked as soon as Roach's feet landed on the dark alley.

"A place. In Afghanistan." Roach answered.

"And he also had the I.P. Address.." Soap added.

"But that's impossible… didn't Samantha already forget about it?" Ghost asked but there was a quiet pause. Their brains almost looked like working together.

"Holy Crap." Roach finally broke the silence.

And from that moment they realized the other reason behind Samantha's memory returning. One way or another, her memories were once again toyed with.

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"So how was it?" Price asked the team that ran off to chase the runner.

"We got an address. An abandoned plane yard in Afghanistan." Roach replied. Soap turned to Alex as he sat at the back of the jeep tending to his wound. 

"You okay mate?" he asked walking close to his ally, who was wincing in pain.

"The guy's boots are heavy." He chuckled and so did Soap.

"Listen, Alex. We heard that Shepherd has the I P. address, did Samantha tell you anything about remembering it?" Soap asked as the whole team fell silent and turned to the two.

"Not really. What's bothered me is that she remembers everything except after when Shepherd explained his plans to her… Could it be that…" Alex trailed.

"She remembered because they undid their operation on her…" Jack continued. The whole group stood in silence. 

Price's phone rang and delivered them with more bad news. It looked like while chasing the runner, Shepherd had caught wind of their activity and had some of London police scour the nearby streets for them.

"Da, It's time to go, my comrades." Nikolai announced as soon as Price relayed the message. Their ride home was compromised.

"Where to?" He asked.

"I know a place." Soap said.

TRAIN STATION

It looked like Soap's hunch was right. None of the people onboard to Scotland mind about the faces of the fugitives flashed on the news recently. 

Their day packs had reserved clothes and they opted to change to something more civilian. Soap could smell the fabric conditioner France used to wash his newly bought clothes and couldn't help but miss her. If they weren't on a rush, Soap could've topped up for international calls.

"How long is this trip? 7 hours?" Price asked a civilian with surprised expressions.

"Wow. It's like a plane ride, but I'm still in the same country!" Jack cackled at the idea. He does have a different sense of humor. Just as Alex described him.

The rest of the team took this time to rest, they sat on the emptiest part of the train, away from the people that might recognize them and report their presence.

"I've contacted Samantha. It looks like they're having a small problem over there." Alex said.

"Someone saw one of us fugitives and tried to get inside the house to claim his bounty. At first they just talked him off but he's persistent now. So they decided to fly to our location and regroup there. And Soap, where exactly are we going?" Alex asked. Soap took a careful look around his team and felt nervous about his decision.

"Our old house. In Scotland. It's far off civilization. I think no one would look for us there." he muttered, gaining a nod from Price and Jack. Soap sighed in relief as soon as they thought of it as a good idea. Roach actually felt excited despite having to go there by train for seven hours. He immediately made that decision a few minutes ago without anyone's approval, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Hey, you three… Thanks for chasing that runner while we were out. Go catch some sleep. We'll watch over this train. It's going to be a long trip." Price nudged and Jack nodded. Soap gave a pair of earbuds to Price, the old man immediately looked at him with question.

"What's this? A hearing aid?" Price asked.

"Our runner wore that so it might be the reason he wasn't affected by his own blast." He muttered before crossing his arms.

"Thanks, mate. I'll let someone have a look at this." Price nodded and Jack immediately inserted with a suggestion.

"I know someone near Glasgow. A close friend of mine." 

"That's great. He's closer." Price agreed and Soap slowly drifted himself asleep, trying to rest his tired legs all while also trying not to worry about Francine.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND

The never shifting scenery of the road home sent John MacTavish into a little nostalgia trip. The sound of trains screeching across the station reminded him of so many things from the past.  The road they're walking along now was the same road he's walked on everyday of his life, and now after a lot of years, he can't believe he's back.

"I don't see anything nearby,  are you sure we're not lost Soap?" Roach asked.

"We aren't. The house is just obstructed by the trees. They've grown taller since I last left." he replied enthusiastically. He looked obviously excited to see his home.

As soon as they reached the short curve, a huge cream-painted house greeted them from the distance. He could hear Alex and Roach's collective oohs and aahs every step they took closer.

"When you said old, I was really expecting it to be abandoned." Roach mused.

"It is, actually. My parents are off… somewhere else." he replied leading the way inside the house. The pool was already dirty and most weeds already outgrew the fences.

Soap pushed the huge wooden double door open and was greeted by the same visage of their entrance way back when he was a kid. Same pictures hung on the walls of his adventures as a kid up to the recent photo of his graduation. His mom was always proud of him no matter what, but he couldn't forget the way she looked at him once he chose to enlist to the riskiest job ever.

The rest of the team helped themselves to discovering the inside of the house, looking at photos, sitting on the couches and grabbing a glass of water. Soap quickly gave them a tour of the house and that they're free to pick a guest room of their choice. It was appropriate that they'd feel comfortable after a tough day.

"Nice place you got here, comrade. Why'd you give this all up for a life that's always hanging on the ledge?" Nikolai asked, tapping his shoulder. 

"I don't even know." he muttered and Nikolai chuckled, making his way to the living room. The team was quick to adapt to the place. Roach and Ghost already chose their rooms and he assumed they already attempted to recover while the three older men gathered around the television and watched the news. Alex was by the telephone, probably contacting Samantha. He wanted to check on France himself, so he planned to go to his room and make a call.

"The New York attack stopped." Price discussed with Nikolai and Jack, the three began speculating about a lot of things. Soap would love to join in the conversation but he decided to update on Francine first.

His room looked the same as when he left, the same shade of blue wallpaper, the same color sheets that were changed weekly and the same things on top of his bedside drawer.

Dialing her number, which he subconsciously memorized, he immediately placed the receiver on his ear and anxiously waited for her to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" her voice sounded different over the phone, but it still sent shivers across his spine as soon as he heard it.

"Hey. It's me." he replied.

"Angelo?" she asked, her voice almost sounded like she's fighting herself not to laugh.

"It's John." 

"I know, silly. Who would mistake you for anyone else with that accent." she retorted.

"Do ya like it?" he teased, making sure he emphasized his Scottish accent well.

"Why'd you call?" She changed the topic. She wasn't budging on his teasing, but he knew she's already blushing on the other side of the line.

"Did Price give you the landing coordinates?" he asked.

"Yeah. Maxine looked it up on the map. It looks like a shady house in the middle of nowhere. Who are you?" she joked.

"Great. I'll see you here. I-" he hesitated. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. But even with his oozing confidence, he felt like chickening out this time.

"Yeah. We're on our way. Take care out there John." She said and dropped the call. Soap sighed and plopped himself on his bed, deeply sighing at his actions. This girl was making him crazy… and the funny thing is he's all fine with it.

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 3

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Nightmares and Daydreams

A Gravity Falls AU.

Hi @verysorrytobother​ Stanticore anon, revealing my true identity to share this with you! I wasn’t sure how a post this long would go over as an ask, so I decided to do it this way. I hope this is ok.

I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it goes over well enough. The artwork took me the most time.

As a car crash victim is slowly dying, her mental self panics in the mindscape. She's offered a deal to save her life. Let the game begin.

(Content warnings: Blood. Descriptions of serious injuries.)

"What..." she whispered to herself, staring at the other in disbelief.

"Yep!" he confirms, in a high-pitched, grating, inappropriately upbeat tone, "Dead as a doornail, kid!- Well technically you still have a few more seconds till you brain totally ceases to function. Better make up your mind while you still have one!"

She's still staring dumbly at him. How can he be this nonchalant about it?! A half second ago she was sitting in the front seat of the family truck, a totally routine trip to the store- she never liked trucks but her dad's a carpenter so they need the hauling space. At least it's a pretty shade of blue- and the next she's here, laying face down in a black void with this prick this- this...All Seeing Eye? He's like the Illuminati symbol, but with arms and legs and a top hat. Caution sign yellow and talking to her- or at her. Bill. Freaking. Cipher. Every time he 'speaks' he flashes with light- no mouth so does it really count as speaking? More like his voice is being projected right into her mind- ... And he's telling her that she freakin died! Can't he see how messed up this is?! Can't he sympathize at all!? Then again, it's Bill. She ought to know better.

She ought to know better. She's seen this show a hundred times, she knows nothing good comes from dealing with Cipher. But she doesn't have time to be careful, she doesn't have the luxury of weighing options.

"Tick-tock, Car Wreck!" The obnoxious voice insists again, forcing her out of her stupor, his outstretched hand now alight with blue fire.

Her face scrunches up in a loud cringe, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared, and she swings her hand till it lands solidly in his. Crazed cackling resounds as the deal is struck, but it falls to simple soundtrack as her senses try to sort out what's going on.

She'd expected the blue fire to burn, or at least feel like something, but it didn't. Instead her entire being is flung into a...whirl? Free fall? Something that makes her stomach jump into her throat, and gives her vertigo.

The sensation stops suddenly, only to be replaced by a cacophony of new perceptions. She isn't sure which strikes her first, the sounds or the smell. Shrieks of agony and terror make up the next track of this bizarre playlist, punctuated by the reek of burnt hair. When her eyes fly open to try and make sense of it all, they have no luck. The sight that meets her is a sky of surreal, swirling, bastardized ribbons of every hue, like being inside a filthy bubble. Floating strewn about the space are pockmarked asteroids, and little else.

"So what'd ya think?" The grating voice rejoins the discord, drawing her shell-shocked gaze. "Home-sweet-home, huh? Well don't worry, you won't be here for very long. A deal's a deal, Car Wreck." With that que, and a snap of his fingers, she's falling again. This time untethered and unaccompanied. It takes her a moment to realize the scream ripping though the void is coming from her own throat. Once it hits her, so does something else, and the world goes black.

She wakes some time later, maybe moments maybe days. She has no way of knowing. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees, groggy and disoriented. It takes her a moment to notice the texture under her hands and focus her vision on it. It's grass. She sits up and looks around. "oh..." she says to herself, taking in the scenery. It's lovely, a grassy, sun soaked field. The sky made of churning colors like the last place she'd been, but they're pastel and much prettier. A warm breeze brushes past her face and she takes a deep breath of it, it smells sweet and warm, heavy with the scent of growing things, and for the first time since this started she finds some peace. Peace which is quickly shattered by a familiar, grating voice.

She jumps and whirls around so quick she falls onto her butt. There, floating just inches from where her head had been, is Bill. Laughing at her of course.

"Whoops! Didn't mean to scare you there, Car Wreck!" he claims, moving through the air to look around, then turning back around to look at her. "So how do you like the new digs?"

There's a beat of silence where she just stares at him again, but quickly she shakes off the shock and tries to respond. "Uh...It's nice." She lets her eyes roam around for a second, before returning to Bill, "Where are we?"

"This is the Realm of Daydreams! Your new HQ!" he answers, floating around behind her and making a grand gesture with his arms.

She turns her head to follow him, "Daydreams? HQ?"

"Yep! This is where you'll hang out when you're not puppeting your little pawns." He turns around to look at the scenery more himself. "Kinda dull if you ask me. Maybe you can do something about that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know, some pillars of anguish, an alter of unholy fire, maybe a blood fountain or a couple of-" he gestures with each suggestion, like a landscaper creating a vision, until she cuts him off.

"No I mean," she finally pushes herself to a stand, teetering a little till she finds her balance. "Pawns?"

He turns back to her, "Oh yeah, which ones do you want anyway?" he waits a beat for an answer, but she just stares back at him, clearly not following. "Ugh, our deal?"

He hadn't really told her what the deal was, just mentioned a game and a second chance. "Uhh, I don't think you-"

"Oh right, you flesh bags need everything explained to you." he groans, rolling his eye, "Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a little game," he holds out his hand and a little hologram like projection appears showing an aerial view of a town. "and the people of this hick town are gonna be the pieces." ten little blue stick figures appear in the center of town, each with a little symbol above it's head. "If you win, you rejoin the land of the living!" a little magenta stick figure pops into existence next to the others and they all do a little happy dance. "If I win..." suddenly the whole projection goes up in flames, and she jerks her head back instinctively, "You burn with rest of those worthless mortals!" He bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, which actually gives her some times to recover.

After a second of shocked staring, she blinks a few times then puts on as neutral an expression as she can. "Ok. So what are the rules?"

"Simple!" he answers, cutting off his laughter "We can't directly manipulate each other's pawns, and we can't interfere with the other's powers."

"That's it?"

"Yep. Everything else is fair game"

"Ok...What are my powers?"

"Same as mine! Except you don't have to wait till someone falls asleep to get in their head."

"I see..." her eyes wander to the ground as she contemplates the information, and her hand reaches for the longest of her three necklaces to idly play with the spiked pendant. "So you can talk to them in dreams, and I can talk to them in daydreams."

"Bingo!"

She scrunches her nose a little, thinking of a few ways that could end up being annoying. "Alright, anything else I need to know?"

"Hmm, nope! That just about covers it. All that's left is to pick our pawns, I'll even let you go first!" And with that ten, glowing, blue symbols appear between them. She looks them over carefully, she knows who each symbol corresponds to- supposing the cartoon from her world is accurate. She considers the six-fingered hand, if she takes him out of Bill's control from the start that derails his whole plan as she knows it. But, then she'll have no clue what's up to at all, at least by letting Bill have the pawns she's familiar with she has a chance at guessing his moves. She reaches forward and touches the shooting star, it turns magenta and floats to hover closer to her.

"Interesting." Bill comments, though his tone doesn't sound very interested, as he makes a simple motion with his eye and the six-fingered hand settles beside him. She chooses the fish looking symbol next, and Bill's second choice in the pine tree. They go back and forth till they have five symbols each, Bill having the the six-fingered hand, the pine tree, the llama, the stitched heart, and the pentagram. While she has the shooting star, the fish, the bag of ice, the spectacles, and the question mark.

"Welp, that settles that. Nice picks you made there, lets hope they work out for ya, Car Wreck"

"Could you not call me that?" though it hardly sounds like a request.

"And what else should I call you?" Bill asks, collecting his symbols into one hand and placing the other on his...hip?

"How about my name? It's Maranwe."

"But Car Wreck fits you so much better! Just take a look!" he quips, snapping a full-length mirror into existence. Maranwe turns to look and gasps in horror. Bill breaks out into more cackling, "Well my work here is done! I'll let you get cleaned up, see ya around Car Wreck!" And with that he fades from existence.

Maranwe just stares, even as Bill disappears from 'her' realm, she can only stare at her destroyed refection. Her hair is messy- and she almost laughs that that's what her brain zeros in on first-, It's also dirty, some of the mess is actual dirt but several spots are matted with half-dry blood. Her face is in a similar condition, smeared with dirt and blood but she can see the wounds there. Scrapes and still oozing cuts, bruises forming on one cheek bone and under her eyes. Her nose isn't quite right...broken probably. Her vision skims over her whole body for a second, making note of similar injuries where tears in her clothes reveal them. It's not as bad as she would expect a car crash victim to look- "except for that" Her mind screams suddenly while all her mouth can do is gasp, as her attention lands dizzyingly on her neck. It's...purple, but also red? There's no spilled blood but it still looks ugly, and the worst part is the...bump. It's not hard to figure out that it's a misaligned bone. Without the pain to tell her she never would have noticed, her neck is broken. Very broken. How is she holding her head up right... Probably because this isn't actually a physical body. She wonders if this is what killed her, or if there's something inside, something she can't see, that did the trick.

Whatever it is, she can't be seen like this. And she really really doesn't want to look like this for her own sake. Bill said she could 'clean herself up'? How exactly... She thinks about how Bill's powers tend to work and tries to concentrate on a cleaner, less beat up mental image of herself. She lifts her hand to her cheek and grazes her finger tips across it, a trail of sparkles follow the touch and the skin underneath returns to normal. She relaxes a little, watching the disaster wipe off her face like cheap make-up. She keeps the image in her mind and closes her eyes, cupping her hands in front of herself and imagining the sparkles pooling in them. Then she splashes the sparkles over he face, like a girl in a face wash commercial, and imagines the glittering dust washing over her entire body, cleaning away the mess and injuries. And when she opens her eyes, that's exactly what's happened. Her reflection shows her whole and unwounded, even her clothes are fixed.

The next thing she does is smooth her hair down, mostly an instinct since it's still messy, and the sparkles trail after her hands, tidying the strands as if she'd just brushed them. She watches her reflection's mouth quirk up a little in a small smirk. So she can just change what she looks like by imagining it? That figures, this is a place of daydreams that's kind of how they work. She knows exactly what to do with this, she's known since she was a kid what she's change if she could. She places the backs of her hands next to her ears and flicks up, sparkles spray up with the motion and her normal human ears, turn to wolf ears the fur the same chocolate brown as her hair. Her smirk blooms into a full blown smile, and she tilts her head to get a better look at them, watching them move as she tests them. It's like they're real! Next is the tail of course, it's mostly brown, with some silver down the top and a black tip. Then she looks down, and taps the toe of each of her shoes against the ground in turn, as she does they become the compressed paws of her own design.

"That's insane..." she laughs to herself. She's actually turning herself into something else, her own made up alien species. And she just can! With the big changes out of the way she works out the details; pupil shape, fang length, and straightens out a few asymmetries and insecurities she's always had about her body- after all why not? When she's done, she can't help admiring herself a little, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, her perfect image of herself. Well- almost perfect. She snaps her fingers and in the same dusting of glitter, her shirt changes. What was before a loose grey t-shirt with the word "nope" written across it in cursive, as been replaced by a cropped sweater, banded in 3 colors; white at the top, then light blue, then dark blue. She lifts it to look at the crop top under neither, it's just plain white. She decides she doesn't like it that way, so it changes to a cropped version of the t-shirt she'd had before. With that taken care of she lifts her arm so the over-sized sleeve falls down and she can see her forearm, which is covered by a light blue arm warmer with white lace around the edges. Perfect. At least for now. She can change later if she decides she doesn't like the arm warmers.

She giggles to herself, invigorated by the makeover and the sense of control she has now. She turns from the mirror and skips a few feet across the grass, the symbols she'd chosen follow her, floating loosely like beads suspended in gel. She laughs a little as she watches them, and idly reaches for her necklace again, but this time her hand just meets the soft knit of her sweater. She'd forgotten to add them into this new look, so she just wills them into place; three different necklaces of three different lengths. Her hand finds the middle length first, the pendant is designed to spin so she plays with it while her mind starts to wander. She starts thinking of plans for winning this game, what she might say to each other 'pawns' and who to use where and how, even letter her thoughts wonder about the new life she'll have. Cipher's hologram suggested she'll stay in Gravity Falls, which would be cool but what about-

The sound of screeching tires and twisting metal cuts her thoughts off clean and she whips around to find the source of the noise, but her fear turns to confusion when she sees...nothing. She stands stock still, her mind running over only vague impressions of thoughts relating to what she just heard, until another loud sound whips her back around. This time she actually sees something, like a huge firework in the pastel oil-slick sky, accompanied by Bill's obnoxious voice echoing through the space.

"Let the game begin!"

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.7k

Warnings: Smut, swearing,

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 4 Part 6

Part 5

I lived about 40 minutes away from Liam in the suburbs. I still lived in the house Andy and I had bought together, planning to have a family.

I kept thinking about the house on the way there. I remembered being so excited when we found out our offer was accepted. When we moved in a few months later, we did what I assume most young couples do, and we had sex in every room, including the laundry. I had joked that if I got pregnant from the laundry sex, we should call the kid Westinghouse.

After Andy died, I had used his life insurance from his superannuation to pay off the mortgage. I had decided against selling it and moving somewhere smaller. I couldn't do it as it felt like I was abandoning our dream.

When we got home, Liam said, "you live here? I expected you lived in an apartment or something, not a whole house by yourself."

I wasn't meant to be here by myself. I didn't say it, though. I just shrugged, opened the door and said, "You live in a huge place by yourself."

"Yeah, but I didn't pick it. A place to live close to the studio was part of the contract.".

We went in. Perrin came lumbering to the door to greet me and gave Liam a short bark. I scolded Perrin and patted him, telling him Liam was a guest. Liam was unfazed and knelt to pat him and had a chat. "You're just protecting your lady, aren't you, buddy? Well, don't worry, I'll take good care of her." Be still my beating heart.

I took Liam past the bedrooms, pointed out the main bathroom, and went to the open plan kitchen, lounge and dining room. I got out food for Perrin and fed him and found Liam hadn't followed me into the room.

He was in the hallway looking at the pictures on the wall. Well, one in particular. The one of me in my wedding dress, kissing Andy. Oh shit... this was awkward.

I didn't say anything, what could I say?

"I'm sorry." He eventually said. He finally looked at me.

"Why?"

"It must have been awful."

Don't cry! I just nodded.

He pulled me to his chest and held me. "I know you told me what happened when we first started chatting. It didn't really register until I saw this." He pulled back a bit to look at me but still had his arms around me. "Is that why you were so upset last night?" I didn't have to say anything. It must have been written all over my face. Shit.

"Shit," Liam said, echoing my thoughts. He let me go and ran his hand through his curls. They seemed to have dried now. "I'm sorry, I should have realised..."

"No," I interrupted him. "Look, I'd be lying if I said I was over it. I don't think you can ever get over it, but I'm ready to move on. I've been trying to date for a while now. It's just taking that last step and sleeping with someone..." I trailed off. I didn't know how to say what I was thinking without him believing I didn't want him. "I want to be sure it's the right person. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, Sweetheart." Liam pulled me close again. "I'll try to control myself."

"Don't try too hard," I said. "I want you too."

Liam grinned, "You shouldn't have said that." He buried his face into my neck, kissing me and nipping at me until I started to giggle.

He let me go smiling. I said I had better go shower. His eyes widened a moment. "You ok to wait while I do?"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'll have plenty of thoughts to keep me occupied while you're in the shower."

I pretended to be offended, "You're filthy."

"Yes." He said. I ran.

I showered as quickly as possible and got dressed in some leggings and a t-shirt. I went out to find Liam playing on his phone, patting Perrin. He looked up when I came in, and the smile he gave me was so dazzling I stopped for a moment. Gathering myself, I walked over to him and sat on the lounge, not quite close enough to touch him but not out of reach either.

"What should we do today? Do you feel like being lazy, or do you want to go out?" I asked.

Liam hummed a moment. "I think a lazy day would be nice. I won't get many of them soon."

"We could watch a movie?"

Liam agreed. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything really. Except for romance or a tear-jerker."

"What? Why?"

"I hate crying, and I cry at the drop of a hat. I can't even watch Disney movies without crying. Once I watched Seven Pounds and cried for three days straight." Yeah, I really did. "Plus, I'm an ugly crier." Why, oh, why can't I keep my big mouth shut.

Liam laughed, "I find it hard to believe that you could ever be ugly." And I can't breathe. I think I need an oxygen tank. "Alright, we won't watch a romance."

"Ok, come with me and let's choose. I have a heap of Blu-rays and DVDs. I like director cuts, extended cuts, that kind of thing." I took Liam's hand and tried to pull him off the lounge. He didn't let me. Instead, he pulled me closer until I was standing in front of him.

"Not yet." Liam wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling his glorious thighs. "If we can't watch a romance, maybe we could..." He didn't finish the sentence, which I'm thankful for because I don't think even he could have said anything after that, which wouldn't have been cringe.

Liam's hands slid behind my hips to my bottom, and he gripped me, pulling me closer. Once again, I giggled at his strength. Sometimes I swear I want to slap myself. His hips moved upwards, and I slid further down until I could feel his hardness between my legs. Oh fuck, I don't know how long I can hold out. He put a hand on my neck and pulled my face towards his. His lips met mine. I tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress the moan that came from my throat.

"Fuck," he breathed into my mouth. "When you make noises like that, I just can't stop thinking about what other noises you can make."

I didn't respond, and I just kissed him back. I let my hands trail down his chest, savouring every curvature of his muscles. My hands reached under his shirt, and I felt my way back up his chest.

Although I was travelling blind, my fingers found the spot they were looking for. Liam hissed as my fingers trailed over his nipples. A self-satisfied smile came across my lips. As if in retaliation, he pulled his hands away and held the bottom of my shirt.

"I don't like this shirt. It covers too much." He grinned roguishly. I wasn't going to give in easily.

"But it's a Ramones t-shirt," I complained. "Don't get between Joey and me."

"Joey, huh?"

I nodded, "didn't you know I was a punk rocker?" I stuck my tongue out and did some devils horns.

"Do that again." Liam was grinning at me, so, like an idiot, I did. He whipped the shirt off over my head so quickly I couldn't stop him. I stared down at my chest. My bra was still keeping my modesty in check. I must have had a crazy look of surprise on my face because he laughed at me. "That's better." He said and started kissing the top of my breasts.

I put my hands into his hair, letting him have a small victory while I took mine. His hair was as soft as I thought it would be. Then I curled my hands into fists and pulled, so he had no choice but to pull back and look up at me.

"That was very rude," I said, trying not to smile.

"You loved it." He wasn't wrong.

"Maybe, but it's only fair if..." I trailed off and tugged at his shirt. He leaned forward instantly, and I pulled his shirt off. He was so broad in the chest I felt positively small next to him. I pushed him back against the lounge, well, he let me push him, and I leaned down to kiss his chest. His hair tickled my nose as I travelled my kisses across his chest to his nipple. I kissed it gently before flicking it with my tongue.

"Fuck me," I heard him say. That encouraged me, and I took his nipple in my mouth and gave it a little bite. His whole body jerked in response.

Liam growled, "Fuck it". Suddenly his arm was around my waist and the other under my bum, and he stood up, taking me with him. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was stronger than I thought.

"Which one is your bedroom?" Liam asked as he started towards the hall. His eyes held mine, and his blue eyes seemed dark and hungry.

"Second on the left." I should have given my room a clean! Maybe he won't notice if I keep him occupied.

He took me to the door, and I reached behind my back and opened it. He took me in and put me down. He closed the door behind us, and I turned around, looking at my room. Embarrassment crept in.

I had a massive pile of dirty clothes hanging out of my laundry basket and a pile of clean clothes on a chair. My bed was unmade, pillows everywhere. My bedside table was piled with books and had an empty Ben and Jerry's tub on top. Ok, it's bad, but it could have been worse. Then I remembered something, and my eyes flew to the bedside's open draw.

I felt the blood leave my face. It was worse. The last thing I wanted Liam to see was my god damned vibrator. Fuck!

"So, what should we do now?" Liam stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my bare waist. He ran his hands up my side and kissed my neck, nuzzling into me. Although it felt amazing, all I could do was look at the pink silicone sticking out of the draw. I was as still as a statue.

"You're not into this." He stated, his hands dropped, "That's ok, I told you I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do." I mumbled something, not sure what, and kept thinking about getting to the draw and hiding the vibrator without drawing attention to it.

Liam's voice came out strangled and about an octave higher. "Hide the vibrator?" His voice calmed, and he said, "Damn, Sweetheart. I would have been happy just to feel you up a bit. But if you insist."

I want to die. Liam saw it. I jumped to the draw and slammed it shut. "Umm, I didn't mean for you to see that." I still couldn't look at him.

"I didn't see anything until you said it." Oh. Well, I'm a fucking idiot.

I slowly turned and looked at him. I could see Liam's bloody lip twitching as he tried to hide a shit-eating grin. I wanted to hit him.

"Don't be embarrassed." His voice was deep again, his accent making each word soothing, "I'm not." He came closer to me, his head. He spoke softly in my ear, "I think it's hot as fuck."

I moaned, partly turned on, partly wanting to die. I could feel the heat between my legs grow, and a pleasant tingle radiated through me as I shivered. "No, it's not," I said. Why was I such a prude sometimes? I hid my face in my hands.

Liam didn't attempt to hide his grin. He took my chin in his hand and lifted my face to his. "My rock hard cock disagrees." Oh, Lord, help me.

"Really?" I asked. I hadn't always been like this. Ten years ago, I would have pulled the vibrator out of the draw and put on a show. I knew lots of guys liked to watch a girl orgasm. Just picturing myself doing it now was cringe-inducing.

"Fuck, yes." Liam took my hand. He was gentle and moved slowly as if I were his prey, and any sudden movement would make me bolt. Liam placed my hand on his jeans between his legs. He groaned, and his forehead leaned against mine. "That's what you do to me."

A thrill flowed through me. I wanted to touch him so much. I cupped my fingers around Liam's balls and pressed my palm against him. I moved my palm slowly up, trying to find the end, fuck it was big.

Liam put his hands in my hair and kissed me roughly. I kept moving my palm up and down slowly and firmly against him, my own excitement growing. I was getting so turned on, I lost control for a moment and bit on Liam's lip. Liam growled.

I couldn't stand it anymore; the desire to feel him was too much. I undid his belt. Not wanting to take the time to undo each button, I pulled his jeans apart, each button popping as they came undone. Liam looked down and watched as I slid his jeans down his thighs. I gripped him through his underwear and explored his length. Liam stood there still, watching as my hand moved over the fabric.

It felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted to hold in my hand what I had glimpsed the night before. I put a hand into his trunks, but before I could touch anything, Liam grabbed my wrist and removed it from his underwear.

"As much as I want this and believe me, I fucking want this. I need to make sure this is what you want." Liam's voice was strained. I looked at his face and could see the effort it took for him to have stopped me. His desire was plain.

"I want it." Liam closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes, they seemed on fire.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

Please don't make me say it. The shyness was back, or shame, I can't tell. I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry. "I want to touch you," I whispered.

"Tell me where." His voice was hoarse. It was such a fucking turn on.

"I want to touch your cock." I felt his pants move at my words. I looked down and saw the tip almost peeking out of his underwear. I put my hand in and held his shaft gently, and his skin felt soft and velvety. Liam shuddered against me. At that moment, I felt powerful watching this huge man tremble at my touch. I moved my hand.

Liam bucked his hips against my hand, moving slowly at first, but his rhythm increased as did mine. I couldn't stop watching his body move, the muscles in his abs contracting with each thrust, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. It was so fucking erotic.

I felt Liam's hand move over my face, and I looked up and realised he had been watching my face. His thumb moved over my lips. I parted them, and he put his thumb in my mouth. I let my tongue rub over the pad of his thumb and sucked. His eyes went wide, and his hips stuttered. I kept sucking and jerking him, syncing them into the same rhythm.

"Fuck, Lana, stop." I released him slowly and took my hand out of his pants. I let him withdraw his thumb, but I still sucked. It made a slight pop as it left. He leaned into me, catching his breath a moment. I think I nearly made him orgasm. I tried to keep the triumphant smile from my face. I didn't try very hard.

"You're..." Liam was shaking his head. He didn't finish the sentence.

"Terrible Muriel?" I suggested. Way to kill the fucking moment, Lana.

Liam laughed, thank god! "Not what I was going to say." He flopped onto the bed and laid on his back. "Fucking good at that is what I was thinking." He pulled his jeans and shoes off and closed his eyes, his breath slowly returning to normal. I wanted to jump his bones.

Instead, I laid down next to him on my tummy, leaning on my elbows.

Part 6

[babyboyblasty]

Chapter 8:

Bakugou opened his door the next morning, his hair a bit squished on one side, to three excited idiots. "What?" he frowned, rubbing his eyes rid of sleep.

"HAPPY LAST DAY AS A GIRL, BAKUGOU!" was screamed in his face by Mina, Uraraka, and Hagakure. "We're going shopping today, okay?" Mina grinned. She /did/ tell him yesterday that she wanted to take him to the mall so if he thought she was just joking he had another thing coming.

Bakugou stared at their bright smiling faces (or two of them at least) for a good three seconds before he slammed the door in their faces and went back to continue getting ready for school. He was usually an early riser but ever since the quirk he didn't really feel like having his morning run or doing his usual morning routine. Being a girl was exhausting. He grabbed his comb and started brushing out his hair.

From the other side of Bakugou's door, Mina turned to Uraraka and Hagakure and smirked. "You know what this means, girls?" she asked and they both nodded. "Time to pull out the big guns."

...

"Why am I doing this again?" Kirishima asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if their plan was the best.

"Becauseeeee~ You're the only one who can. Convince him to go please?" Mina pouted and the other two girls joined in in pleading with the redhead to do them the favor.

"But why me?" he asked, looking at the girls then at Bakugou's room. It was convenient to the girls how they didn't have to go far to find Kiri since their rooms were literally right next to each other. When they were going to knock on his door, said boy was already on his way back from the gym so they just grabbed him and told him their brilliant plan.

"You're his best friend, Kirishima-kun. If anyone can do it, it's you!" Hagakure cheered on.

"If you ask, I just know he'll agree. Bakugou can't say no to you" Uraraka jumped in with a grin. Kiri slightly smiled because well, not to brag, but it was kind of true. He prided himself in the relationship he managed to build with Bakugou over the years. Still, he didn't want to abuse their friendship and get Bakugou to do things he didn't want to do.

Mina could tell what he was thinking and put an arm over his shoulder to reassure him that wasn't the case. "We're inviting the whole class, Kiri. It'll be a class outing and we just want Bakugou to come. Ever since the quirk accident he just goes from class to the dorms. Let's take him out for a bit. Try asking and if he still doesn't want to go then we'll stop insisting. We promise."

Kirishima was a bit hesitant but he ended up agreeing. It'll be very unmanly for him not to at least give it a try to convince Bakugou when everyone else was going to go. He didn't want the blonde to feel left out and stay at the dorms alone. Worst case scenario is that he tells him no. If that happens then Kirishima will just stay behind too.

The girls waved him goodbye and Kirisima was left alone in front of Katsuki's door. He gave himself a little pep talk then knocked. He heard noise from the other side then the door opened to reveal an expectant looking Bakugou holding the door open with one hand and the other resting on his hip, an raised eyebrow as he looked up at Eijirou. He was wearing the girl uniform again, all except for the blazer, and Kirishima turned a light pink. Momo really did make everything to size. The clothes hugged his figure really well. "Hey bakubro. Can I come in?" Kirishima smiled and Bakugou stepped aside wordlessly to let him inside. Kirishima thanked him and stepped into the blonde's room. Bakugou closed the door behind him and leaned back against the door to look at Kirishima who was taking a seat on Bakugou's desk chair. The boy twiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out how to bring about the topic as casually as possible.

"What is it? I can tell you have something to say so hurry up and spit it out. I don't want to be late" Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest in impatience. All that did was push Katsuki's breasts up and since Bakugou never really bothered to button up his school shirt all the way, it showed a bit of the cup from the black bra he was wearing and Kirishima gulped, looking away. "I, erm, are you going to go to the mall with the rest of the class today?" he asked and cursed himself that he wasn't more smooth in asking.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. So that's what he wanted to ask? He kicked off the door with a scoff. "Fuck no. I interact with those losers enough as it is" Bakugou answered, going over to his closet to grab the blazer he had hung there the night prior. Kirishima knew Bakugou didn't mean it though. He knew that Katsuki secretly really cared about his classmates especially after three years of getting to know them, but he just didn't like admitting it. He didn't have a reputation as class 3-A's bad boy for nothing.

"Oh come on, Bakugou. It'll be no fun without you there too, man" Kirishima stood up and went behind Bakugou to wrap his arms around his waist like Mina did, resting his chin on top of his head affectionately. If Kirishima was a cat then he'd definitely be purring.

"Oi! Do you wanna die, hair for brains!?!" Bakugou growled and turned around in the boy's hold, reaching up to put a hand over Kirishima's face and let out an explosion. Kirishima, who had predicted he'd do that, hardened his face just in time and only laughed but let go of his Bakugou regardless. He couldn't help but feel fond of the angry look Katsuki was looking up at him with. When did angry Bakugou start looking so cute? If Eijirou was two or three inches taller than Bakugou when the other was a boy, as a girl Kirishima had to be at least a head taller now. Maybe even slightly more.

"Please Bakugou? Just for a bit and if you want to leave afterwards then I'll go with you. We can even go pick up a bowl of that spicy curry you like so much or something" Kirishima smiled cutely, pointy shark teeth showing. Bakugou looked like he was thinking it over and Kirishima already counted that as a win in itself. There was only one finishing move left. His secret weapon. Kirishima used his quirk to change his face into ragged pieces of rock to look like how it did when he was using unbreakable. Because of this, his vocal cords were also hardened and it's difficult to talk much in that form so in a deep, hoarser voice than his usual one, he got out a 'please' and that's what finally did it.

Bakugou felt like he was just struck through the heart and he turned an embarrassingly fast shade of red. He groaned and put his hands over his face to hide it from Kirishima. "Fine" he mumbled out quietly but Kirishima heard nonetheless and unhardened to hug Bakugou excitedly.

"Yay! You won't regret it I promise!" Kirishima was shining brighter than the sun as he held a flushed Bakugou against him. The shorter boy/girl let him this time since he was still too busy hiding away his face with his hands.

"I better not, shitty hair, or you're dead" Bakugou answered before adding in "And stop begging me when you’re like that, dumbass! I'll kill you!" Fuck how that form made Bakugou weak. Why does Kirishima have to look so cool?

...

Izuku was already in class for the day and he listened as Mina announced to the class that they should all go to the mall today since it was Saturday and they don't have school tomorrow. It had been a while since they went out as a class so Midoriya was excited to go to the mall together with everyone. Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought that way because almost everyone instantly agreed. They've been working so hard that it was a good idea to go out and distract themselves. Have some fun.

Mina's phone beeped and she pulled out her phone and read the text she received with a huge smile. It was Kirishima telling her Bakugou was going! "Ochako-chan! Bakubabe said he'll come with us!" she squealed and Uraraka cheered.

Izuku was surprised that Kacchan had accepted since it was rare he wanted to hang out with them but he was very happy he said yes. Maybe outside of a school setting he could try and get closer to Kacchan? They could maybe even get some alone time together. 'That's if Kirishima could leave Kacchan's side for at least a few seconds' Midoriya thought bitterly to himself with a frown before he snapped himself out of those thoughts. Why did he think that? Midoriya loved Kirishima-kun. He was so nice and a great friend so he doesn't know where that thought came from. Izuku couldn't help but feel a bit guilty afterwards.

Katsuki arrived to class a few seconds later with Kirishiman laughing beside him, the blonde wearing a scowl but that wasn't anything new. They both went to their assigned seats and Izuku blushed a bit when the blonde sat in the chair in front of him. The rest of his classmates were excitedly talking about what they wanted to buy and do at the mall and Iida was at the front trying to get them to settle down. Only when Aizawa walked in did everyone immediately shut up. Izuku could tell today was going to be a great day.

...

A series of knocks on his door made Bakugou groan. School was over and he had barely arrived at his dorm. He tossed his backpack on the chair of his desk and pulled open the door. "You've got to be shitting me."

There, facing him, were Kirishima and Uraraka holding up hair clips, a straightener, a brush, and a hairdryer. "Oh don't worry, this isn't everything. The rest of the girls will be here in a bit with the rest" Uraraka informed him.

Bakugou regretted all his life decisions.

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BONUS:

Todoroki tapped his pencil on the desk. The night before he had a bit of trouble sleeping because he just couldn't seem to get Bakugou out of his head. He had tossed and turned almost the whole night so when Mina told them they should all go to the mall, Todoroki wasn't really feeling it. "Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?" Momo asked from beside him with a worried face.

"Yes. You don't need to worry, Yaoyorozu. I just didn't get much sleep last night" he explained and Momo nodded in understanding, continuing her talk with Jirou who was standing beside her desk. Uraraka bounced over to Todoroki with a grin.

"Todoroki-kun, are you going to the mall with us? Deku-kun and everyone else is on board so I wanted to ask" she smiled and Todoroki gave the girl a small smile.

"I don't think I will, Uraraka. I think I'll be using today as a chance to catch up on a bit of sleep" he politely declined. Uraraka pouted.

"Well, alright. If you're sure" Uraraka smiled at him in understanding. At the call of her name Uraraka turned around to see Mina excitedly waving her phone over her head a few desks away from them. "Bakubabe said he'll come with us!" Mina continued and Uraraka cheered because their plan had worked. She knew Kirishima could do it.

Uraraka turned back to Todoroki. "I hope you get some rest, Todoroki-ku-" she began but was cut off when the dual haired male interrupted with an "I'll go" with the most serious face she's ever seen. Uraraka beamed.

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[bai-zewarrior]

So I finally nailed down my designs for the black heart characters (except colossus, perry/predator and Madusa I'm still massing with them) along with some head canons! The characters might look a bit weird next to each other, I didn't draw them all on the same canvas. I know I'm suppose to but I was lazy and didn't want to re draw the refs on one canvas. I also appologize for this being so long.

I'm hoping to start a comic with these guys. I always end up saying no to projects like this because I don't think my art is good enough but I think I'm going to put my foot down this time!

Hal:

Can talk(unlike my version of Cyan)

Pretty laid back but knows when he needs to be serious

Will curse you out

Thinks Aura and Nautilus are cute together

His cape works as his "soul meter"(idk what to call it). It has 3 squares on the back that represent Hal's souls. The cape becomes tattered and ripped when souls are taken.

He just wants 5 minutes of peace without someone trying to take his souls, please give him his 5 minutes of peace.

Really hates colossus

In the context of black heart I don't consider him a nano bot. He can bleed and stuff like that.

When he sleeps his body starts to heal any wounds and mend his cloths. This leaves him defenseless as he will remain unconscious until it's finished. He tries not to sleep out in the open and often uses caves and trees as temporary shelters when he needs to sleep. This can also activate when he is knocked unconscious but in cases like with Colossus the healing part is stopped.

He can change colors but he prefers red. His cloths don't change colors with him. Just his skin and his cape.

Again, in he context of black heart, I imagine Hal just kinda woke up somewhere with a bit of knowlage about himself and that's about it. Shortly after works he ran into Aura and Nautilus for the first time. He considered the battle a joke.

Nautilus:

Has glowing markings all over his body. He can cause them to glow at will

Can only breath air for around 10 minutes( this time can decrease with some conditions such as heat or cold. This is because his gills need to be wet for him to breath air, so if it's really hot out his gills will dry out faster)

Has a stutter due to the N.A.T.U thing, among other things. Like trust issues when Xero is around

Is euryhalinr(this just means he can breath any kind of water)

His suit adds about 100lbs to him (material, water, and special boots to help with balance when moving around in the suit)

Likes to make jewlary with shells and stuff

Loves Aura to death. Would litterally die for her.

His teeth work like a shark's. One falls out? You've got plenty more to fill the gap! He has given pretty much all his friends breif heart attacks when he casually spits one out after they hear the loud bone cracking noise of a tooth braking. He keeps all the teeth.

Runs on all fours for some reason. No one knows why, including Aura.

Aura:

Learned all her magic from her parents

Her parents lived like hermits because they believed people still hold witch hunts. Aura hated this because she snuck out a lot and knew that this wasn't the case.

Can be a bit forgetful with spells so she always keeps her book with her at all times

Love Nautilus to death, would die for him too.

Can't swim, her body it denser then water so she just sinks. Nautilus is almost always with her when she's near water for this reason.

Aura's wand is broken but she just keeps fixing it with tape because she doesn't know how to make a new one. She also doesn't want to ask her parents because they wouldn't let her live it down.

Made the headphones Puffer wears so he doesn't have to worry about Siren trying to mind control him, again.

Aura has a secret garden. She uses it to grow her magic plants. It has a defense system that even Jestar can't get past. Only those she has given permission can enter, but those people can give temporary permission to others. Only Nautilus, Puffer and Solario have permission to go into the garden.

Has gotten use to the weird things Natalie can do.

Puffer:

A bit of a hermit, but will open up when he trusts someone

Always has his eyes closed because he thinks his eyes look scary. He can still see for some reason? (Like Brock from pokemon, idk how he could see but he traveled like 3-4 regions like that)

Changes colors depending on emotions. Blue is calm and happy, purple is upset and sad and red is anger and frustration.

Puffer can create lots of spikes all over his body if needed as well as a set of claws. He doesn't do this often.

Likes to cook but keeps it a secret from everyone. (Aura and Nautilus found out though, they just kept the secret)

He really doesn't like Siren after what she did to him, but he will talk to her and hang out with her if someone else he trusts is around.

Really wants to apologize to Hal but he hasn't gotten the chance to yet.

Is really self conscious.

He's not very good at swimming but Nautilus teaches him when Siren isn't around or in Aura's secret garden.

Siren:

Likes to sing for no reason

Has a not so small army of skeleton fish

Is litterally heartless (she doesn't like to talk about it)

Has a crush on Puffer but she doesn't know how to fix the bridge she burned with him

Plays chess with Myst a lot(and wins a lot, much to Myst's dismay)

She can shape shift her tail into a pair of legs. This was a "gift" from Jestar to help her be a better assassin for him

Thinks Xero is a prick

Likes to steal Xero's alcohol sometimes

Can water bend. She can't blood bend though. She's tried.

Likes rock and country music for some reason

Nautilus likes to play with her fish some times.

Knows a bit about necromancy. She doesn't like to talk about it though. She never does it in front of anyone besides her fish army

Myst:

Doesn't like to talk about his life outside work

Is well over 100 years old( he lost count)

Is very protective when it comes to Shade

Doesn't really understand Shade but will support her regardless

Likes to smoke when he thinks no one is around

Can create an umbrella to protect himself if he is caught outside when the sun comes up

Likes to play chess

Is basically a dad to the other assassins

Rarely opens his third eye. This usually only happens when he gets frantic, scared or extreamly angry

Does not have any remorse over killing Parry

He doesn't eat in front of others if it can be helped

Myst told Nautilus about Shade once. He had a bad feeling and asked that if anything happened to him Nautilus would take care of her. Only problem was no one thought about the address of Myst and Shade's mansion. He found her though, don't worry.

When he is exposed to sunlight it will immediately cause him to get sunburned. If he doesn't leave after about 30 seconds- 1 minute he will start to die slowly and painfully. He has taken a lot of tea baths because of the sun

Solario:

A big dork

Very loud and bubbly

Is a prince from a kingdom galaxies away from where black heart takes place in

Was suppose to marry the moon from the moon is getting away level (haven't given her a name yet) but she unknowingly broke Sol's heart so he left. He wanted her to be happy and he clearly couldn't give her that happiness.

Doesn't understand "mortal" things but wants to learn.

Nautilus taught him the word yeet and now he won't stop using it

I headcanon that his voice actor would Gary LeVox(lead singer of Rascal Flatts)(don't ask why, I can't change what has happened in my brain)

Will stop at nothing to see his friends happy

Likes hanging out with Aura, Nautilus and Puffer

Can make himself hotter or colder at will. He tends to stay at a heat that won't hurt others when the go near him, but not cold enough to cause himself harm.

If he gets to cold he can die. He also starts to become extreamly cold or extremely hot before death. The direction his tempature goes in is dependent on what he was doing before hand. (Example: reading a book, gets shot, starts to get colder and colder. Attacking Hal trying to get his soul, shapeshifts so much he almost blows himself up, gets hotter and hotter)

Can be a bit over dramatic sometimes

He is incredibly strong. He can lift both Puffer(who whieghs roughly 230 lbs) and Nautilus when he's in his suit(so about 250 lbs) with no trouble. He forgets about his stranghth some times and has accidentally thrown a few things before quickly trying to fix it.

His shapeshifting isn't limited to just objects, he can shape shift small things about him self like his cloths or his entire body into something like a dinosaur. He doesn't do it often though. Mostly just the cloths thing.

Jestar:

Yells a lot

Thinks everyone is incompetent except Xero, for some reason

Accidentally took Puffer when Siren joined do to a confusion about Sirens powers. He refused to send Puffer home.

Colossus is basically just his pet

Xero is the only one who can get away with yelling at Jestar. No one really knows why but they hold really long arguments about all sorts of stupid stuff

Did I mention he yells a lot? I did? Well I’m saying it again. He yells A LOT.

Can shapeshift in to anything

Does not know how to handle baby Madusa. He doesn't know how to handle people in general, and he thought creating a baby was a good idea.

Xero:

Smokes and drinks a lot

Has a German accent(I can’t un heard it, I’m sorry)

Has a wrapped sense of humor

Calls Natilus “shark boy” after natilus bit him(this is related to what happened before N.A.T.U)

Calls everyone a nicknames besides Jestar.

Makes more robots then he needs and holds robot death battles at night.

Wants to dissect Siran after he found out she’s litterally heartless.

Is drunk 90% of the time but that's when he works best. He doesn't care that he has a problem either

Dressed Madusa up is costumes a lot during the 2 weeks it took him to grow up. He created a scrap book with photos of them too.

Can actually be a really nice dude when he wants to be. He doesn't normally want to be nice

90% of his robots are idiots

He's left handed

Colossus:

Is basically Jestar’s pet

Doesn’t speak a language anyone knows

Is basically a king without a kingdom

Starts out really tiny but gets really big for a short period of time once he has infected someone

Shade:

Has trust issues

Is only like 16 years old

Has normal(ish) ghost powers because she was born a ghost

Drives Myst nuts with her edgy stuff

Likes talking to Perry(she meets him after the Funk Hole level)

Can bounce between having a ghost tail to having normal legs.

Her flower is technically apart of her but she doesn't consider it part of her.

Perry:

Kinda skittish around people who look scary to him(so 90% of the black heart cast)

Has a crush on Shade but won't admit it out loud because he's scared of getting bitten in half by Myst, again.

Around 18 years old

Left home because his mom and brother suck and he wanted to be a ghost hunter like the ones he saw on tv. He got his wish for like 2 hours?

Transforms into Predator during the full moons and special moons. Special moons can have different effects on his transformation and mental state. Like a blood moon causes him to become more blood thirsty but a blue moon causes him to actually retain his normal mental state.

He has a habit of spiraling about everything

Predator:

Can't say anything understandable

Each part of his head has a brain so they agrue sometimes

Around 5X the size of Parry

Acts like a dog sometimes

Would have probably just ate Hal instead of taking the souls.

Madusa:

Can breath underwater and air without issue

Doesn't like the fact that he looks like Nautilus

Hasn't figured out how to swim fast like nautilus yet but won't admit it

Calls Jestar dad

Actually gets along well with Xero

Xero calls him Moccasin

Has markings like Nautilus but they only glow in the dark and they aren't as bright

He's allergic to shell fish

Actually had about a 2 week period where he was a kid. Xero and Jestar just gave him a special serum that caused I'm to grow up faster.

Most of his teeth ended up like Aura's but his canines are significantly sharper then they would be. Xero also found an extra set of teeth under Madusa's adult teeth.

Doesn't like the idea that his whole life rests on a tiny, easy to brake, stone on his head but just rolls with it.

Scared Jestar and Xero a lot during his first few days of life. He not only descovered his allergy to shell fish but almost got himself caught by the others a bunch of times.

All these guys belong to OL666 except Hal, he belongs to vitamin games

[hitsuackerman]

Is That My Shirt? (Shinso x Reader)

Prompt: Shinso notices one morning that the space in his closet seems wider than before. Who in the world could have stolen his shirts?

Warnings: FLUFF

A purple haired boy stared at his half filled closet. Realization hit hard when he saw that the amount of clothes he had when he entered the hero course dorms have now been dwindling. The space seemed to grow more and more everyday.

Deciding not to dwell on this, he grabbed one of his signature navy shirts and sweatpants. Heading downstairs to eat some breakfast. He could deal with his clothes later.

Reaching the last few steps, he could hear the chats of his new classmates. He wasn’t used to it yet but being welcomed with open arms by the class 2-A was something he did not expect. Not wanting to admit it, he did consider himself a hypocrite ever since he began to forge close bonds with the others. Todoroki was right when he said there was no escaping the ‘1-A Bat of Friendship’.

“Good morning, Shinso!” Kirishima greeted him as he waved with a spoon on hand. His bright red hair still is not defying gravity. “‘Bout time you woke up, dude.”

Dragging the chair back, he lazily sat down and let out a huge yawn. The bags under his eyes, despite being hereditary, looked a shade bit darker. Despite knowing they were given a 1 week vacation, he still kept studying and doing his homework in advance.

“Oi, extra!” Bakugo yelled from behind. “Get your food now before I throw it in the trash!”

That was something he could not get used to as quickly tho. Making his way to the common kitchen, he began to count the heads present but yours wasn’t there yet. Perhaps you were still sleeping. Grabbing himself some breakfast, he sat beside Kirishima who gladly gave him some space.

“So, where’s (Y/N)?” Kiri asked as he took in a spoonful of breakfast.

“Probably still sleeping.” Shinso replied. “Why?”

“Nah. But we are curious, though, are you two really just best friends?” His red eyebrow raised as he questioned the mini Aizawa of 2-A.

“We are.”

“Are you though?” Mina inserted herself as she sat beside the messy indigo haired boy. “You tend to stare a little longer when it comes to her~”

“She tends to be touchy when you're within her reach.” Denki added.

“When you’re not looking, she stares at you with lovey dovey eyes.” Even Deku joined in on the conversation.

“And your points are?” Shinso asked with such a deadpan expression. His tired look made them laugh a bit. In some ways, he was like a Todoroki before the UA sports festival. “Just because we're like that doesn’t mean there’s something going on between us.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I ask her out?” Kirishima asked. His eyes keenly observing his reaction. “I’ve been meaning to ask her but I just wanted to know if you’re cool with it.”

Shinso was quiet. Looking away from his acquaintance, his thought wandered off to you. Somehow, he found himself a little pissed that some guy would want to ask you out. For some reason, his heart beat increased at the mental image of you with this red haired dude instead of him.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” His answer was a bit hushed. "It's her life not mine."

For the rest of the meal, Shinso remained quiet. Staring intently at his food. He had failed to see the others staring at him with furrowed brows.

Signalling Kiri to stand up and leave, Mina accompanied him. Making sure they were seen heading up to your floor. From the corner of his eyes, he followed them till they disappeared. He only just realized he had been holding a rather long breath.

The doors of the building opened and his eyes landed on you. Hair slightly messy but it was downcasted by the brightness of your smile. A set of floating clothes accompanied you with shared laughter. You wore your signature oversized shirt and black leggings. Your favorite combo.

"You sure you don't have feelings for her?" Deku muttered. 

His gaze never faltered and his hearing non-existent. Did he really have feelings? His breath hitched when your eyes met his. The way your eyes sparkled made his face heat up. Was it possible to look away when the smile on your face was for him?

Wait. His brows furrowed when you were now walking towards him. The answer to his morning question had now been answered.

Sitting beside him, you greeted Deku and him. Handing them a daifuku each.

"That's my shirt." Shinso commented as his fingers played with the sleeves. Meanwhile, Deku's ears were very much focused on the conversation happening before him.

"And your point is?" You teasingly replied. Poking his cheek as well.

'How can these two not be dating?' Deku thought.

"Is this the one of many?" His eyes staring at the shirt's print. This shirt was one of his favorites. But seeing you wear it gave it a whole different vibe. "My closet seems emptier ever since I moved in."

"You're not blaming me now, are you?"  The smirk on your face was as brainwashing as his own quirk. Heck, it almost felt like once he'd answer, he'd fall into your trap.

"Give me my shirts back, (Y/N)..."

'Shirts? Are they sleeping together?' Deku's mind was doing cartwheels by now.

"Can I atleast keep 5?" You pouted and tugged on his arm. "I like wearing your shirts. They're warm and comfy and cozy just like you."

'Warm? Comfy? Cozy?!' At this point Deku went full on mumble mode in his head.

Shinso's jaw dropped but he managed to catch it on time. And did he hear it right? 5?

"How many shirts do you have (Y/N)?"

"8…" You looked away with redness in your cheek.

Ruffling your hair, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Fine." There it was again. The sparkle in your (e/c) eyes. "But only if I get to decide."

Taking his hand, you lead him straight to your room. Hands never letting go. By now, there was no use in denying that he had crossed the friendship line.

Inside your room, you opened your messy closet.

"Don't look."

A little too late on your part. Despite the jungle of clothes inside, he managed to catch a glimpse of a special corner where his clothes were neatly stacked.

One by one, he checked to see which among these he'd give to you. With each shirt, you told the story of why you stole it from his closet. It was all too amusing but cute at the same time. Whatever shirt he wanted you to have, he'd toss it to your face.

"You're… You're giving me all of them?"

"Not exactly." He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Just making you part owner. Is all."

You don't know what came to your mind, but you threw the shirts to a random discard pile. The next thing Shinso knew was that he felt your pillow underneath his head. Strands of your hair splayed on his face as you wrapped your arms tightly on his neck. He had to blink himself back to life.

Patting your back, all Shinso could do was hope this moment would last longer.

What he didn't know was how erratic your heart beats were. Sure, he was your best friend but you would be a liar if you didn't want to be something more than just a friend.

"Thank you for the shirts~" You finally broke the silence.

"Anything for you…"

"You have really fluffy hair~" Using your elbows to lift yourself, you took in the view of Shinso. His eyes were deep in thought yet the connection was still there. Your eyes widened when he tucked strands of hair behind your ear. Instantly, you felt heat travel to your cheeks.

"I like you wearing my clothes." Somehow, he had found the courage to brush his thumb on your cheek. His mind went blank except for 3 words he wanted to say. Just as he was about to say it… he closed his mouth and gently pushed you away.

"D-did I do something wrong?" The tone of your voice sent guilt down his system. "I'm sorry if I hugged you all of a sudden."

He couldn't bring himself to look at you. If he would then he might lose his resolve. Shaking his head, he stood up and waved his palm back and forth.

"It's nothing."

"Toshi?"

Gaddamnit. He hated hearing you like this.

"I can't ruin our friendship…" He uttered to himself. Just as his hand touched the door knob, he heard the shuffling of your bed followed by footsteps running towards him. A slight tug on his shirt told him you were clinging on to him.

"What if… What if I want to ruin to the friendship?"

Looking at you over his shoulder, he managed to catch a glimpse of your head hanging low. A few tears running down your cheek.

Turning around to face you, you let go of his shirt and used your hands to cover your face. Thankful you couldn't see him, a smirk formed on his face. It had been mutual all along and his friends were right.

"What did you say?" He faked the shock in his voice.

"I… I…"

"You want to ruin the what?" By now he couldn't help the cheeky growing grin on his face.

Letting out a long breath, you lowered your hands and stared at your cat socks.

"I like you, Toshi." Your voice was small but he heard you loud and clear. "I… wouldn't mind ruining friendship if it means we get to be something more."

You finally said it.

"So, can I kiss you?"

"Eh?" Lifting your head, your heart leaped at the sight of Shinso's lavender eyes. The way they drifted to your lips and back to your eyes made you want to fall flat on the ground due to the sensation of butterflies in your tummy.

"I guess it's a no then~"

Panicking, your hands found their way to his cheeks. Slightly squishing them making him pout. He looked all too adorable when he smiled through your hold.

Taking one step forward, you let go of his cheeks as your hands traveled down to his neck and stopping when they rested on his chest.

Shinso placed one hand on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Leaning in closer, he chuckled when you stood on your tippy-toes. By now, your noses were brushing and each exhale touched both your lips.

Before closing the gap, he whispered…

"To the ruined friendship?"

All you could do was smile and slide your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"To the ruined friendship."

With that, the two of you met halfway and savored the moment of finally letting go of your pent up feelings in favor of something much better.

Bonus:

"You think the plan worked?" Kiri asked Mina as they stared at your bedroom door.

"I think it did." Deku answered. "He seemed pretty shaken when you asked him the question."

Guess it wasn't just Shinso who could ruse people.

[jojosbabe]

Self ship Josuke higashikata headcanons

(SFW,don't worry i will post a not safe for work one soon)

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Josuke is a love type guy. He will shower you with affection like no tomorrow. However he is also a shy boy so he'll be a flustered mess too. But he's bold and a risk taker.(Not as bold as okuyasu nijimura but still)

He loves PDA but if it's around people he knows,he'll be a mess. Face red,sweating,nervous,wreck. But he gets better with time. However.....if it's Rohan kishibe he's around,then be prepared for the most over the top pda of your life. (Josuke does this to flex,if your rohans friend this is especially true)

He's iffy when it comes to people touching his hair. But if he trusts you and loves you, he will let you. If you compliment anything bout his hair. Even as simple as "its looks nice today josuke" , he'll be ecstatic. If you seductively feel up his hair,and call it sexy. Well....I'm not responsible for what happens next.

Josuke loves purple. Anything purple of any shade.

Josuke's fave icecream is chocolate or just plain vanilla. He's a simple guy. Tho he isn't opposed to trying other things.

If you mention prince. He is all over that. He's a huge prince fan. And loves that kinda music. That funky,dance,feel good music. But he does love some classic rock and hard rock every now n then. He has a variety taste but prince is his go to.

This boy is pretty af. Expect a lot of people throwing themselves at josuke. However he's a loyal boyfriend and lover. He only has eyes for you. He doesn't care bout the other girls. Or anyone for that matter. When this boy falls in love,he falls hard. But he's not naive bout it.

He's a playful guy. He'll crack jokes,try to make you smile and laugh. In fact thats one of his fave things bout you. Your smile. Seeing you smile and happy makes josuke's day brighter.

Josuke loves hanging out with you and the whole gang. Especially you and okuyasu. Nothing more better than his bestest friend and his girlfriend hangin out and having a good time.

Josuke loves at home dates and simple fun dates. However he will take you out for a very very romantic night at tonios and a walk in the park. In fact thats probably your first date.

Be prepared for lots of love and hugs from his mom tomoko. This woman was so happy when he found out her baby boy had a girlfriend and was growing up so fast. She is a tough but loving mother.

Josuke wears canonly moshchino underwear. But i like to think he like designer clothes. But his ass too broke to get it half the time. (Not that he can't get any,he is a joestar. If he gets any money it either from his dad Joseph or something. But because of certain situations in his family,it's hard for him to access it. Plus tomoko knows her son too well. He'll blow it off like there's no tomorrow)

Josuke has been called jojo before. But not very often,it's mostly by jerks unfortunately. But it's different when you say it. If you call him jojo,he's a smiling,gushing mess. He loves it when you call him jojo.

Even tho he's a love type guy. A romantic at heart. He does have a cheeky side. He can and will make subtle flirty comments and compliments your way. (This is what me n my sis call, when the Joseph comes out,lmao)

He is good boy. Cheeky lil shit but a good boy. And he will protect you no matter what. Even tho he knows he can't heal himself. He couldn't bare to see you hurt or in pain. He's very empathetic. His heart is too big for his body. If any guy or person in general is talkin shit bout you. He will give them the ass whoppin of a lifetime. Because nobody insults his babydoll,or his hair.

Josuke loves all animals except reptiles and amphibians,he's trying to get over his fear but its hard. They gross him out. Cats n dogs are his fave tho.

He loves videogames. His fave date night is when you two can stay in and play games all night.

Josuke is that type of guy to show up at your house with the boombox playing a prince song type thing. Or request you a song on the radio. Send you a dozen roses at your door. Or a shitton of love letters. Like i said this boy hella romantic.

That's all for now. I may make another.

💜 enjoy