#i think it was a pic of two cats falling off a roof??

[aurevell]

Returning the Favor Sterek | 5k | T

Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

It’s late when Derek hears the noise at the side of the house. A creak of siding that cuts through the backdrop of cricket song. Just one lone sound, but there’s something cautious about it. Probing.

He lowers the book he’s reading, but no other sounds follow. Derek has been lying sprawled across his bed, drowsy and warm and comfortable, sweatpant-clad legs resting against the wall—but now that he’s conscious of the sound, his focus sharpening, he thinks he’s been hearing quiet noises grow nearer for some time without quite comprehending them. A wild animal outside, maybe, creeping slowly around the foundation of the house. Something large enough that the mulch in the flower bed crunches beneath its weight.

It’s not often that a solitary animal grows bold enough to venture this close to a werewolf pack—the scent always scares them off first. They don’t even get raccoons out here, especially not with the cold this time of year. It could always be their cousin Warren, who’s always thought it funny to startle his relatives with unexpected visits in the dead of night. Or any one of the nasty things in Uncle Peter’s wild stories, supernatural things that creep into the house come dark.

Derek glances at the window, book still resting on his chest, but the house is still.

Maybe it’s gone. That’s just as well: he’s too comfortable to drag himself over to the window to look.

And then another sound comes, an unmistakable creak. Heavy weight settling into place.

Downstairs, his mother sighs. “What was that?” she demands, her voice faint with distance. She and his dad are likely out on the porch swing at this time of evening, even though it’s nearly winter, lunatics that they are. “If Laura and Cora are at it again—”

“I’m sure they aren’t, Tal,” Derek’s father replies, sounding amused. “You put the fear of god in them.”

Mom scoffs. “If we have to repair another door, it’s coming out of their pockets.”

“Not everything is my fault, Mom,” Cora mutters pointedly from down the hall. There’s heavy metal coming from the vicinity of Laura’s bedroom, just low enough to be blasting from her headphones, and she doesn’t pipe up to defend herself.

The thing hasn’t gone away. Metal squeaks a moment later, and then the scrabbling returns, punctuated by a thump and a muffled grunt.

Annoyed, Derek tosses the book aside and clambers to his feet, crossing over to the window. When he hoists up the sash, letting the night chill waft in, he peers down into the dark and finds that the source is worse than anything he could have imagined.

It’s his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar.

Stiles is hanging onto the drainpipe, having managed to hoist himself several feet off the ground. He’s leaning against the metal awning over the kitchen window, one foot atop the shutter and the other scrabbling for purchase against the siding. At the clatter of Derek’s opening window, he looks up, startled, and nearly loses his balance.

“What are you doing here?” Derek hisses.

“Just returning the favor.” With a moment to catch himself against the awning, Stiles gets his bearing and grins. “What? Don’t make that face. C’mon, you can show up at all hours of the night, but turnabout isn’t fair play?”

With that, he sticks his tongue between his teeth, which he sometimes does unconsciously when something demands his full attention. And the perilous task of climbing should get his full attention, given how often he stumbles when both of his feet are on the ground. God, Derek is about to witness his idiot boyfriend fall to his death or something.

Stiles heaves himself mostly onto the awning, clawing for purchase with a grunt. When he reaches for the window, he loses his grip, nearly sliding backward onto the grass; in a flash of panic, Derek grabs him by his shirt and yanks him forward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demands, aware of their volume and even more aware of their audience.

The awning rattles as Stiles draws up his long legs to slip inside the window feet first, ducking under the sash. He’s panting a little as he pulls himself upright, though he bats his eyes sweetly in the face of Derek’s scowl. “Oh, please. I knew you’d catch me. ‘My hero,’ and all that.”

“Should have let you fall and die,” Derek retorts, shutting the window.

“Probably. Oh man, that was so athletic. Sometimes, I amaze myself.”

Derek doesn’t have anything smart to say to that. He’s only half paying attention, too busy bracing for the discussion sure to follow.

He and Stiles may as well have stomped up and down the stairs blowing air horns as far as the rest of the house goes. Everyone will have heard. Derek is absolutely sure because you can hear a pin drop, like no one’s even moving, like everyone’s waiting with bated breath—either gleeful or judgmental or both—to hear what comes next. Even Laura’s deafening headphones have gone silent. Fuck.

Worst of all…Stiles doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t yet know about the secret the Hale family hides, or how keenly they can hear, or that every word he says will be seized up and cheerfully dissected and gossiped about in real time.

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[kleefkruid]

How does the situation with the Rooftop Strays work? Like, do they hang out in your house sometimes, did you semi-adopt these cats? Just curiousity, your comics and pics are a delight

Yeah so the buildings of my block are squeezed together, and inside is a bit of leftover space that belongs to some of the huises, I'm talking in total smaller than the average garden outside the city. And there's a few second story balconies looking over it, like mine. And one of the patches of garden is neglected and overgrown. There is a bit of rooftop, like gray, flat, between the neglected garden + my neighbors garden and the two balconies above it.

When I started going on my balcony this thin, grey (grey as in dirty and dusty not naturally gray) would just sit on the rooftop 20 meters away and hiss at me. Everytime. It was a bit comical bc I never had a cat hiss at me so far of in the distance, but we soon figured out what was going on when someone, me or someone else moving my stuff I don't remember, spotted a kitten in the bushes below. She was basically going "Don't you dare think about it!!" While I didn't know what there was to think about.

This was Michelle, and the kitten is Kotelet. Michelle was clearly left behind by someone bc you can access (or leave) this middle part, and she had turned this space into her territory and I was. not welcome. However, she did welcome herself into my house when I was airing out the appartment and ate some kibble, desperate and hungry and feeding a kitten. And I let her do it and gave her some extra opportunities to do it. Eventually she met Oskar and Marcel, my actual kats, and she slapped at them but they're social and kinda stupid so they thought she was trying to play because nothing bad has happened to them ever. She also figured this out and just started treating them a bit like overgrown kittens, probably bc they're spayed and again kinda stupid and meow at other cats. So they become like a clique. The kitten still lives in the garden. I'm still not cool and not part of the gang no matter how much she sees the boys interacting with me.

A few weeks later, kitten becomes big enough, starts to climb on shit, immediately gets on the wall and falls off into the other garden. Now, my below neighbor has not moved in yet. So there is nothing to climb back out on and Michelle can't get to her. So I call my landlord asking if they're showing the apartment today and if not if it's ok I break in for a moment. They can't come so I got a ladder from neighbors by literally just asking at houses bc I didn't know anyone until this Maroccan family just gave theirs with mild amusement bc "I need to get a kitten out of a hole" is quite a sidequest. But I got there, got out the kitten (with much protest and yelling from the baby, who decided she was being eaten) while Michelle looked on, and when I got back on the roof I handed her her kitten back.

Since then, she actually started directly interacting with me so I guess I passed the commune check by getting her kid back to the nest, so to say? I don't know how much they rationalise that kind of stuff but there was a noticable change before and after. I brought food, took care of the kids (once) so I was allowed to not be hissed at any more.

After that it's all just slow socialising process, which I did for a bit at a shelter so it's a bit of a fun side project bc the shelter here is kinda shitty and weren't interested in taking them. So I'm slowely getting them used to everything, the newest thing is sitting inside with the door closed, they used to freak out when I tried doing that.

Michelle basically only needs to learn the litterbox so maybe Danny might take her when he gets a better set-up, we have a few loose options. Kotelet is more sifficult bc she's more feral and she refuses any cat food op untill this point. She literally gags when she smells it... which, same tbh. But she does make progress in other fields so I'll see how far I can get. She didn't start interacting with me until much more recent.

So yeah they're basically part time here, on the balcony or they wait by the door to be let in and hang out for a few hours. My entire childhood we always had about 3-4 cats that were ex strays so I'm kinda used to this happening. Cats will find you.

Anyways Michelle is white now and has a nice coat and kotelet is still fucking tiny bc you can't change that.

[neoheros]

sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

[abbysfrenchbraid]

Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 7

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After we've arrived at the lowest point of this love triangle mess, it's now time to put the pieces back together. Eivor has to get a grip on things and the reader finally has to tell her how they feel. 

CW for blood/open wounds, food mention

inspo pic by @classicnovaproductions​

Promise

You were woken by movement behind you - Eivor had sat up and was cursing under her breath. As she stood up, you turned your head slightly to see what she was doing. The right side of her tunic was dark with dried blood.

With shaky fingers, she rolled up the fabric to reveal blood-soaked linen underwear and stained red skin. The tunic seemed to stick to the wound. Eivor pressed her lips together and ripped it off in one upward motion, letting out a small whine and immediately biting her knuckles to silence herself.

The gash on her hip started bleeding right away. It looked horrible. The flesh around it was purple from the impact and the wound was deep and gushing blood. You sprang up from the mattress and rushed toward her. Birna yelled in fright and protest and hid under the bed.

 “Eivor, oh God! Why did you not say anything yesterday? This requires stitches!”

The warrior was breathing heavily, trying to keep her composure as blood already started pooling at her foot.

“I thought it would close overnight, but my belt and the fabric must have made it worse,” she said, sounding both desperate and confused. “What do I do now?”

You were already rummaging around for the needle and thread you had used to mend her clothes a few days ago and threw her a clean rag.

 “Here, press this on the wound.” She caught it and leaned back against the table to keep her balance, then she folded the cloth and pressed it on her hip with both hands.

There were still a few last smoldering coals in the fireplace, so you added a few twigs and hung up the kettle with a small amount of water while you waited for the flames to come. The water started to boil quickly and you threw in the needle and yarn, then you tore up cloth into stripes and also put them into the water.

“Come here,” you ordered and Eivor stepped around the bed to stand next to you in front of the fireplace. Her face was ashen-pale. You took the kettle from the fire and fished out one of the fabric stripes with a spoon, letting it cool for a moment until you could touch it without burning the skin off your fingers.

You gently moved Eivor’s hands and the blood-drenched rag from the wound and pressed the hot fabric to her skin. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth, but stayed still and let you proceed. You washed the skin around the wound with the clean cloth and then went on to clean out the gash itself. It pained you to put Eivor through so much suffering, but you needed to prevent the wound from getting inflamed and foul.

Finally, you grabbed your sewing utensils and started closing up the wound. Eivor’s hands were now shaking vigorously and she buried her fingers in the furs on the bed trying not to move or cry out. You apologized over and over again while you tried to work as quickly as possible. When you were finished, you pressed the last hot rag on the wound and cleaned off the last of the blood.

 Eivor let herself fall back on the bed and put an arm over her face, trying to regulate her breathing. You sat down next to her and stared at your bloody hands. It had all happened so quickly, you were questioning whether you were really awake yet.

When you turned to look at Eivor, she was staring at the ceiling, a single tear running from the corner of her eye into the intricate braids. You laid down next to her and followed her gaze to the wooden beams above you. Your hands were lying next to each other between you, not touching but so close you could feel her warmth.

“I owe you an apology,” Eivor began quietly, “but I am at a loss for words. Where can I even begin? I put you into a cage even though you were wounded and scared, and I only noticed you were hurt when it was almost too late. I let Randvi treat you like a traitor even though you only helped us. I forced myself on you last night and you had to carry me back here because I was too drunk to stand. And now you save me once again, even though I have done nothing to ever deserve it.”

You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. Should you tell her that you saw her with Randvi? She sighed.

“If you wish to part ways now, I understand. Sigurd will welcome you into the clan tonight. I will make sure to provide a roof over your head somewhere else in this village and you are free to do as you please.”

Her words were a dagger to your heart. She was setting you free, knowing how much pain she had caused you. But everything inside you was screaming at you to stay, to get closer, to stop speaking of separation, to only feel her lips on yours again. You felt your eyes well up. Carefully, you moved your hand in Eivor’s direction until your knuckles touched. The sensation made breathing harder, but it felt warm and consoling.

“However, if you stay despite everything I have done, I will be forever grateful to you. Everything feels wrong when I am without you, like thick fog limiting my vision and robbing me of all sense of direction. You guide me home.”

One of her fingers moved to brush over yours. Your heart was beating so loud that you were sure Eivor could hear it, too. You had to tell her. If this was your chance of resolving this mess, you had to tell her.

You pulled your hand away and turned to her, propping yourself up on an elbow.

“Eivor, there is something you need to know.”

Her eyes widened and you could see the fear behind them, fear of losing you forever.

“The night before the second raid, I went out looking for you.”

She understood immediately and closed her eyes, breathing out slowly as she waited for you to deliver the final blow.

Suddenly there were steps coming closer to your door and you could hear Valka’s voice singing a happy “Good Morning, Eivor! I brought food!”

Eivor shot up and pulled down her bloody tunic before rushing to the door, followed closely by a white ball of fur. You sat up as well.

Birna slipped out as soon as Eivor opened the door, then Valka stood in the room. She had brought a basket with bread and dried fruit as well as a bottle of a dark greenish liquid. She seemed surprised to see you here but greeted you just as enthusiastically.

“Seeing as you had to be carried to bed last night” - Eivor groaned and pressed her hands to her head - “I thought I’d come by to make sure you are still breathing. But first, would you mind telling me why you are drenched in blood? Did Y/N finally have enough of you?”

The healer gave you a sisterly smirk and placed the basket on the table. Before Eivor could even react, Valka had pulled up her tunic and let out a sound of surprise.

“Freya’s tears, what happened here?” She turned to you, still holding up the tunic. “Did you sew her up?”

You nodded and went to inspect the contents of her breakfast bundle before remarking that it probably would be best if she took another look at it to make sure it would heal well. Eivor was visibly annoyed at the fuss about her, but she did not dare to object. You popped some dried cherries into your mouth and lifted the green bottle against the light from the window.

“What is this?”

“Oh, the perfect brew for a morning after heavy drinking,” Valka explained, lifting the tunic over Eivor’s head. The warrior had bound her chest with strips of linen and now crossed her arms over her almost bare upper body. “Peppermint, ginger, and several bitter herbs. It tastes horrid, but it wakes you up and soothes an upset stomach.”

You threw Eivor a fresh tunic and she gave you a grateful nod, quickly pulling it over her body. Valka decided it was best if you joined her at her hut where she would prepare a fresh salve for the wound. Birna accompanied you on your way up the hill and, once inside, immediately chose Valka’s bed as her new throne.

Eivor bickered with her for a moment, then the cat moved over so Eivor could sit down next to her. You watched closely as Valka heated up oil and beeswax until they melted together, throwing in calendula and daisy petals, lavender, and buckhorn. The herbs soon started spreading their wonderful scent throughout the room and the oil slowly turned a greenish-yellow color. You helped filter the mixture through a clean cloth and caught it in a small clay pot, placing it on the windowsill to let it cool.

In the meantime, Valka had heated up water and thrown in a few cloves of crushed garlic. Now she placed another round of hot, wet fabric stripes on the wound and gently pressed them down with her palm. Eivor was clenching her jaw and clutching the blanket beneath her, but she endured the procedure without complaining.

Valka explained to you that garlic fought off illness and cleansed wounds even better than plain hot water, but she was happy with you for thinking of cleaning the wound before sewing it shut. She was also satisfied with your needlework on Eivor’s skin - the wound had stopped seeping and seemed to close up well.

As you both sat next to Eivor, waiting for the cloth on her hip to cool down, the silence grew thicker. Eivor kept her eyes closed the entire time, not showing any emotion. Valka was unusually late in recognizing that something was wrong. She gave you a questioning look and you just pressed your lips together and lightly shook your head.

After a while, the healer threw the wet rags into a basket and stood up to grab the salve from the window. She gently rubbed it into the bruised skin around the wound and handed the pot to you. Then she took a long bandage from a box and wrapped it around Eivor’s hips several times, fastening it with a knot.

“Here are two more bandages.” You took them from her. “Change the dressings twice a day and boil them after every use. Clean the wound and put the salve on before every new dressing. We should be able to remove the stitches in a few days so it can heal on its own.”

You helped Eivor up and thanked Valka for her assistance, promising to come by later so she could prepare you for your welcoming ceremony.

As you walked back to Eivor’s hut, she suddenly stopped. You turned around, raising your eyebrows at her.

“Y/N. I have been thinking about what you said. You saw me and Randvi, is that right?”

You nodded, feeling your throat close up.

“There is no excuse for what I did. I betrayed my brother and I turned from you after drawing you closer for days. Randvi and I were together for some time, but I ended it a while ago. She still wanted me and she found me at the right moment last night. All I can say for myself is that I was drunk, so drunk I could not think or feel anything anymore. I was lost, I was looking for love and I thought I could not place that burden on you, so I grasped my chance when Randvi came after me.”

She took a deep breath, holding your gaze.

“I should have never kissed Randvi, not the first time and not the last time. I was weak and astray, I still am. I often drink to find joy, yet I only find misery every time. I know that I should have come to my senses much earlier, I should have told you how I felt and I should have never kissed you without asking what you wanted.”

Her outburst shocked you; she had never been this honest and open with you. You could see she was hurt and ashamed, trying to save whatever still was left between you. You reached out a hand and she caught it between hers, her eyes full of fear and pleading.

“I can never make up for all the pain I have caused you. But if you choose to stay, if you choose to walk through that door with me and continue to be by my side, I swear to you by everything that is dear to me that I will never betray you, I will never lie to you and I will do everything in my power to make this work.”

She squeezed your hand with shaky fingers, her voice cracking at the last words. Your insides were in turmoil, you were completely overwhelmed with everything that had happened. But there, somewhere inside you, a tiny spark lit up. The smallest flame licked around the coals at the bottom of your chest. It was hope that had returned to you.

You knew that Eivor meant every word she had said. She would be lost without you, that much you knew already. You placed your free hand on top of hers and took a step closer.

“My wolf-kissed lady. It is true that you have caused me a great deal of pain. The last few days there was so much resentment inside of me. But we cannot choose who we love and we all lose our way sometimes. If you will let me, I would like to pull you back on a new path, one destined for us both. That path requires sacrifice, hard work, patience, and vigor. At your side, I am willing to try.”

Eivor pulled you to her and you wrapped your arms around her, careful not to press your body to her wounded hip. She stayed stiff for a moment, then she let out a relieved sigh and held you tightly, pressing her cheek to the top of your head and mumbling foreign words into your hair. Something brushed against your shin and you looked down to find Birna wedged between you, meowing for attention.

You smiled at Eivor through your tears and she picked up the cat, holding her to her chest and gently rocking her side to side like a newborn. The three of you made your way down to the cottage and Eivor opened the door for you, gently lowering Birna onto the bed. You closed it behind you and leaned against the hard wood.

Eivor stood a few feet from you, just a little bit further than an arm’s length away. There was an awkward silence as neither of you knew what to say, then you decided to relieve the tension. You sat down on the wooden trunk.

“I do not know how fast we will heal. But I don’t want to make you suffer, I believe you have put enough blame and hate on yourself already.” You looked down at your hands, rubbing them together nervously. “I know how you feel about me. I have felt the same way for some time. The things I saw the night before made it impossible for me to enjoy our kiss last night and I don’t think I could do so just yet. What I need is for you to prove to me that you mean it, show me that you are no longer interested in Randvi and that you really want us to be together. Once I know I can count on you and that there is nothing left standing between us, I will gladly find my way into your arms again.”

A weight was lifted off of you, now that you had finally lent voice to all your tumultuous thoughts and the feelings that had been waiting to spring free from your chest.  Eivor stepped closer to you and took your hands in hers again. Her eyes were clear now and she was standing upright, no longer carrying secrets and guilt in front of you.

“I devote myself to you, little bird.” She shook her head and huffed. “Who am I to call you little, when you have shown such courage and grace? I am the one who is small before you.” She suddenly chuckled. “Someone once called me a lovely dove. I was offended at the time, thinking she was mocking me. But is there a bird more devoted, more graceful and exquisite?”

Eivor smiled down at you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I promise that I will do right by you, sweet Y/N, my delicate dove.” Her face was so close now that you could see the tiny hairs on her cheeks and the depths of her blue eyes. Her lips were almost touching yours. She was beautiful. You stopped breathing and closed your eyes.

The next thing you felt was her lips on the back of your hand and when you opened your eyes again, Eivor was still looking at you, kissing your knuckles one by one. Then she took a step back and nodded, determination visible on her face. She would do everything she could to prove herself worthy to you.

[thewritewolf]

Clever Like a Fox

Summary: A few years down the line and while the face of the enemy has changed, the ones who fight for what's right haven't. Heroes once thought retired return to the fold, leading to Rena Rouge sharing a patrol with Snake Noir. It might be a quiet night, but Alya always has something to say - in the mask, or out of it.

Hello and welcome to my first of four entries for Adrien AUGreste! This will be the final part of my six-month adventure with daily prompts, starting with Marinette March. I had originally intended to do the full month, but at this point I'm too exhausted to do a long-form fic like that again.

Now, the week's prompt was Snake Noir, and the daily prompts I used were Oblivious, Civilian, and Unify.

@adrienaugust

Enjoy!

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Years passed for Ladybug and Chat Noir. Circumstances changed, as they often do - Hawkmoth was gone and another villain emerged from the woodwork to make sure the two of them didn’t get too much of a vacation. Of course, with the fall of Hawkmoth, that opened up opportunities that had been closed for far too long.

When the villain made themselves known a second time, they weren’t just facing Ladybug and Chat Noir. Carapace and Rena Rouge had joined them - this time, on a much more permanent basis. After all, Marinette had argued that the kwami had been locked up for too long. They needed to see the world, be with people, if they were going to be effective.

Which was part of the reason it wasn’t Chat Noir and Rena Rouge on patrol for tonight, but rather Snake Noir and Rena Rouge. Neither was the other’s ideal partner for patrol, but Ladybug could only be in one place at a time and she was busy tonight working on her piece for the summer fashion show, her big debut in the industry.

And Adrien intended to be there… as supportive as a friend could be.

“So… what’s on your mind, big cat?”

Snake Noir looked over at Rena Rouge, her back against a section of wall facing him, laying along the edge of the building that he was dangling his legs over. She was watching him curiously.

“Nothing much, I guess,” he said with a sigh.

The silence stretched on, awkward and uncomfortable. It was at this moment that he realized that of their little group of friends, he spent the least time with Alya. With the two of them, it had always felt more like they were the friends of friends rather than being close themselves.

“Nino been up to anything recently?” He retreated to safe, common ground.

“He’s your best bud as well as my fiance,” Rena said with a raised eyebrow. “Something tells me you’ve got just as good a scoop on him as I do.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Snake Noir picked up a small rock that was on the roof and turned it over in his hands before dropping it into the empty street below.

Another stretch of silence passed between them, ended only when Rena sighed loudly and stood up.

“Okay, big cat, how about you help me out with the Ladyblog?”

“What?” He looked up at her, a confused look on his face. “Do you want to drop your transformation and have me give an interview?”

“No, don’t be crazy,” Rena said, waving with her hand as if she could physically brush away the idea. “It is too late in the day for an interview to not look fake. But!” She grinned and raised a finger. “If the Ladyblogger just so happened to spot two patrolling heroes during her nighttime jog, I’m sure they would love to give their favorite journalist a selfie.”

“Oh would they now?” Snake Noir smirked despite himself. “Sounds awfully generous of them. Especially Rena Rouge since she’d have to be in two places at once.”

Rena Rouge made a disapproving noise. “Poor, poor Chat. Your mind is closed to the possibilities.”

Snake Noir raised an eyebrow at her. “That so?”

“Yes. What you don’t realize is that I don’t need to be in two places at once. I just need to look like I am.” She grinned and pulled out her flute, giving it a twirl.

Snake Noir frowned. “I don’t know… Ladybug doesn’t like us abusing our powers like that.”

“It's not like we have a timer to worry about.” Rena rolled her eyes. “Besides this helps throw people off my scent. Otherwise, having no foxy hero pics taken by me on the blog looks supes suspicious.”

“Hm… alright, I guess,” Snake Noir conceded and stood up. “Where do you want to have this spontaneous photo op take place?”

“That’s the tricky question.” Rena Rouge hummed in thought and tapped at her chin. “Somewhere that looks like I could have been just passing through, with enough light for the photo, and empty enough that there won’t be anyone around to poke holes in my story.”

It would take ten minutes of combing through the city before she found her perfect spot, but Snake Noir didn’t mind. Years of modeling had given him a good eye for ideal photoshoot locations and eventually it was him that found the ideal place for their little deception.

Rena pulled her phone out from one of her suit’s magic pockets and set it up against a wall. The soft notes of her flute hung in the air before feeling almost like they condensed and pulled together until they formed a perfect likeness of her civilian identity. Specifically, an Alya that was all dressed up for a jog. Maybe a little too much, but no doubt she was trying to sell the story as best she could.

The illusionary Ladyblogger went from having a blank expression and standing passively to excitement lighting up her eyes, a wide grin splitting her face. She became slightly crouched as if she was caught in the middle of an excited bouncing in place.

“Okay big cat,” Rena the real said, “put those modeling instincts to good use and give me something that’ll make the Ladyblog sizzle.”

“Sizzle, huh?” Snake Noir let himself smile just enough that he knew the small fangs granted to him by his transformation would peek through. He gave the camera a hungry look, the one that his photographers had been asking for more and more these days.

Once the phone had taken a few pictures, Rena lunged forward and eagerly looked through them. The fake Alya turned to smoke and vanished. Her eyebrows rose high up her forehead.

“Oh wow. That’s gonna get the comments section talking, big cat.” She looked up at him and grinned knowingly. “I’m starting to get why M has been such a big fan of your more recent photoshoots.”

His cheeks turned red. “I’m sure she just appreciates them for the fashion.”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so. Not a whole lot of, ah, fashion on display when it comes to your underwear line though.” Her grin turned downright lecherous. “A lot of something else though.”

Snake Noir made a strangled sort of sound as his mind baked from the heat of his blush. Ladybug had photos of that shoot up in her room?

“Come on,” Rena said with a chuckle. “Let’s get back to patrol.”

A few minutes later and they were up somewhere high again, about as secluded as they were before. Really, at this point, they couldn’t even call them patrols. Even when he was with Ladybug (his heart did a backflip as he remembered her and the recent revelation), patrols tended to be just wandering the city or talking the night away.

“Looks like you need to get your mind off things.” Rena Rouge crossed her arms, a teasing look in her eyes. “At least until you get home.” She rested her chin on he palm and stared down at him.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Snake Noir muttered. A little more loudly, he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, that brush with the Ladyblogger got me thinking - how would you use your powers in day to day life? Assuming you could manage it discreetly?”

“Uh… hm…” Snake Noir rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. Destruction was a bit dangerous to use in his day to day life.

“Let me give you some more examples while you run that through your head.” She held up her hand a raised a finger with each point. “Photo ops, like you saw. Recreating stuff. Enhanced stories and hot gossip. Party favors.”

“Well, I’m not sure how much I could use cataclysm for normal stuff, but I bet I could get a lot of mileage out of Second Chance.”

“Ooo, lots of opportunities there. Although it only goes back, what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah. But! There is plenty of stuff that would be under five minutes that I could use it for. Especially if it is just casual use.”

“Go on,” Rena said as he paused.

“Well… cooking for starters.”

“I thought you said it only lasts five minutes?”

“Which is about how long it takes for me to mess up a given recipe.”

Rena laughed in surprise and shook her head. “You two are a perfect match, I swear.”

He cleared his throat nervously. “A-anyway. I’d also practice jokes - see which ones land, which ones don’t.”

“Make yourself seem funnier than you are, hm?”

“I’m already funny, but there is always room for improvement.”

“Fair enough.” Rena had a thoughtful expression on her face as she tapped her chin. “You know, there is one more thing you could practice now that I’m thinking about it.”

“And what’s that?”

“How exactly you’re going to ask Ladybug out on a date.”

[gayoperatorgunclub]

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME: MontaDoc Edition? Pretty please? Or any MontaDoc content. I crave it. Much 💕

of course!!!!!!! sorry this has taken so long, but i sincerely hope you enjoy it!!! 💝💝💝

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - for fucking EVER!!!!!! 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - two words: mutual. pining. this period, often referred to as the “Beginning of Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. (Temporary Employment As Masters of Dad And Dad Sweethearts)” however, unbeknownst to anybody else in rainbow, by the time Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. had begun, gustave and gilles had already been together for a couple of years. how did they actually get together? about six months after the GIGN joined rainbow, gustave was in the middle of a mountain of paperwork when he heard someone clear their throat. he spun around to scold whoever it was for coming to medbay when they were sick (despite the fact that he was coming down with a nasty cold), only to be greeted with gilles leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. “gustave. you look as though you’re about to meet death for dinner. how can you expect to take care of others when you’re not taking care of yourself?” gustave just sighed and shook his head, muttering something about leaving him be for another couple hours so he could finish his paperwork, but gilles has other ideas. in mere moments, gustave goes from standing over his desk, organizing some files, to being held in gilles’ big strong arms. “wh- gilles! i-” he was cut off by his own yawn, and gilles smiled at him fondly. gustave felt himself blush, and he squirmed a little, but let gilles carry him to the GIGN quarters. as soon as it seemed like gilles was going to leave, gustave pulled him down for a kiss, then pushed their foreheads together and whispered “you’re going to carry me all this way and not even stay to make sure i don’t go back to my office?” gilles just grinned at him, climbing into bed beside him and wrapping his arms around him. 

How was their first kiss? - ROMANTIQUE! and smelling of sickness but what can you do

Wedding:

Who proposed? - monty!! he decided to cook a romantic candlelit dinner at their apartment, and when he sees gustave come home from work, all ragged and exhausted, yet still with a glimmer of determination and subtle joy, he says the first thing that comes to mind: “will you marry me?” gustave froze, his cheeks still rosy and his hair sprinkled with snowflakes. “will i what?” gilles realized his mistake and flushed, stammering a response before gustave was standing in front of him, staring at him scrutinizingly. “gilles.” he started, reaching to intertwine their hands, bring them between their chests, “what did you say?” gilles gulped, then steeled himself and got down on one knee. “gustave kateb. love of my life, light of my days. the man i want to wake up next to every day for the rest of my life. the man who i adore with every fiber of my being. would you do me the honor of being my husband?” 

Who is the best man/men? - for monty: bandit! for doc: lion (everyone but them thought it was a joke until the day of the wedding). dominic and olivier’s dual best man speech is the stuff of legends. there were tears, there was laughter, and there was an almost excessive amount of thinly-veiled sexual innuendos at various people in attendance (including both grooms; the best men were both drunk of their asses) 

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - they actually fight over who gets to pick twitch! meanwhile rook is in the background like D: (don’t worry, it’s decided that he and twitch will be ring bearer and flower girl respectively) for monty: dokkaebi. for doc: finka 

Who did the most planning? - they both did! though gustave focused on food and flowers, and gilles focused on the guest list and the venue (but they ran things by each other before any final decisions were made)

Who stressed the most? - gilles! he was so worried about their families not getting along that he actually prepared a “leave my husband and his family alone or so help me i will never speak to you again” speech

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - gilles’ racist, homophobic, french nationalist uncle (no one in the family likes him, so it wasn’t a big loss) (this uncle also made a surprise appearance at the family dinner where gilles introduced gustave to the rest of his family, and started yelling about “godamn immigrants” and other such bigotted statements, before gilles’ sister physically dragged him out of the house and threw him out the door. afterwards, up in the guest bedroom, gilles quietly tells gustave that it’s okay if he wants to leave, or break up, or anything, and gustave just laughs and tells him that if he wasn’t prepared for family members to express their distaste, he wouldn’t be dating a white man. he pressed a kiss to gilles’ temple, before whispering “although, he was right about my being an immigrant; it’s just that i was born in Paris and immigrated with my family to algeria, not the other way around. A for effort, though”)

Sex:

Who is on top? - gilles!!!! although gustave will occassionally ride him 👀👀👀

Who is the one to instigate things? - gustave is lowkey horny 24/7, but if gilles walks in on him bending over to get something from a cabinet, or tilting his head all the way back while drinking from his water bottle, thereby showcasing the way his throat moves as he swallows, he will lose his shit 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - okay i’m gonna change this one to an explanation of some things from below. i personally think doc lowkey a freak, and gilles is happy to oblige him if that’s what his lapin wants (although he’s not entirely sure how he feels about this “overstimulation” and “post-orgasm torture” and “cock & ball torture” stuff. specifically, he’s not sure he likes hurting gustave, but, while he probably won’t admit it out loud, he secretly adores making gustave cry. when he’s so helpless and powerless and mindless, and he’s begging for something, but for what he doesn’t really know. maybe it’s the knowledge that gilles is in complete control, that gustave trusts him to do this, to make him hurt and cry and just melt, the knowlege that gustave is completely reliant on him for his pleasure, his pain, and everything in between. it’s a heady thing, and gilles isn’t sure how he feels about it, but he’s pretty sure the warmth in his chest and the warmth in his gut are good signs 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - unless they’re doing some of the things mentioned above, or mayhaps some denial 👀👀👀 then yeah, everyone gets the same. they’re very considerate when they’re just doing vanilla 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children: btw, the rest of this is kinda set in a post-retirement au (idrk i just want them to have a farm and be peaceful). give it whatever context u want tho, i was just havin fun

How many children will they have? - they will have four cats and a dog, as well as 2 horses, a donkey, 5 cows, an alpaca, a rabbit, some ducks, a flock of sheep and goats, and the occasional visit from a herd of deer from the forest surrounding their little farm

How many children will they adopt? - since humans CANNOT, i repeat, CANNOT, give birth to the animals listed above, they’re all adopted

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - no one. the animals potty train themselves

Who is the stricter parent? - gilles sneaks them treats while gustave lectures them about dietary habits, so take your pick 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - whenever gilles leaves to run errands, one of the goats goes into a depression so deep and miserable that they’re utterly inconsolable until he comes back. once they hear the sound of the car in the driveway, this lil goat, lovingly named “Bastard” by gustave, will climb onto the roof of the house and scream his joy over gilles’ return to the heavens 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - they tag team on things like feeding the animals and cleaning out the barn, but gustave is much more organized about it

Who is the more loved parent? - the cats, dog, one of the horses, donkey, alpaca, rabbit, goats (except for Bastard), and deer all prefer gustave, though gilles is adequate in the event that gustave is busy with something else (although the alpaca and donkey hate his guts, and will escape their pastures to break into the house and be near gustave. gilles maintains that they’re both devil-spawn, but gustave says he’s just being dramatic and that Thamin (alpaca) and Albalatin (donkey) are complete angels who could do no wrong)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - animals have NOT unionized. yet. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - idk if this counts, but when Bastard finally figured out how to get himself down from the roof after getting himself onto it, gilles cried for an hour

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - gilles lowkey does whenever thamin and albalatin escape to go out into the world and commit crimes, but only to make sure his husband doesn’t get upset when he finds out his precious creatures are hell beasts. certainly not out of anything resembling tolerance or *shudder* like 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - gustave, but gilles can make a mean bowl of cereal

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - gustave. gilles will eat something straight from the garden and gustave is like “DID YOU CHECK IF IT WAS RIPE?????? YOU COULD DIE FROM THAT YOU KNOW, THEN WHERE WOULD I BE???” 

Who does the grocery shopping? - gustave. gilles is something of a hermit in their town, and people often remark about the “sweet, kind doctor and his utter brick wall of a husband” 

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever Bastard goes a day without doing something Bastardous 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - both lowkey prefer salad, since they care for many animals that would often get used for their meat, and they can’t bear to think about hurting any of their babies

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - gilles. the people in town helped him when he burst into the little grocery store all panicked like “I NEED TO MAKE MY HUSBAND A SURPRISE DINNER BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE” 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - gustave. gilles like being at home, but city-boy over here thinks that restaurants are a weekly luxury

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - neither. it was thamin and albalatin, attempting to frame gilles for yet another felony

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - gustave. everything is color coded. sex toys included 

Who is really against chores? - gilles. gustave films him whenever he actually does clean and yells things like “go white boy go!!” and sends them to twitch for her T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. scrapbook 

Who cleans up after the pets? - they both do, but gilles gets stuck with shit duty more often than not

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - gilles, once. gustave walked in, sniffed the air, then glared at him until he actually swept whatever it was up and threw it away 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - gustave “we can’t have guests over, the house is a mess” kateb

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Bastard. he then proceeded to eat it

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - gustave and his hour-long skincare routine 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - gustave, bc sadiqi the dog (not to be confused with sadiqi the kitten), or Big Sadiqi (kitten sadiqi is Little Sadiqi) is his, gilles, and he will not allow his precious boy to be influenced by such creatures as Bastard 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - they get little sweaters for the animals. that is all

What are their goals for the relationship? - joke: gustave always says “the White Man’s money” despite the fact that his family is richer than gilles’. woke: mutual happiness, comfort, and healing 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - gustave. after 11 am, thamin and albalatin decide they’ve had enough and break in to lay down on the bed next to him. gilles banishes himself to the couch for a week

Who plays the most pranks? - Bastard, thamin, and albalatin. although gustave did dye the sheep’s wool (while it was still attached to them) different colors and patterns and, for the ones who were perfectly content to sit still and be held, replicas of famous paintings (his favorite artist is monet, in case you forgot that he’s french)

[arlakos]

Oblivio Ending Rewrite

Something I just came up with one night.

...

When Chat Noir got hit by Oblivio’s blast, the last thing he remembered was going unconscious… then nothing… until a flash of red and black spots woke him to find him in his Lady’s soft embrace as the two stood close to each other

Realizing their compromising position, the two quickly leapt apart in awkwardness, before both turning to see the face of Ladyblog reporter Alya Cesair and Nino Lahiffe.

“Guys, you haven't seen a supervillain named Oblivio, have you?” Chat asked as his partner glanced around at where the akuma could be hiding.

Nino grinned awkwardly “ You've defeated it already, dude.”

“Actually, he was… us.” Alya said with same awkward expression, almost embarrassed by the revelation.

Well, that made things easier.

Sure, they don’t remember the fight, but In Ladybug and Cat Noir’s perspective however, it just meant that the mission was complete.

“Oh, okay.” They both said as they looked at eachother. 

“Pound it?” Ladybug asked as she raised her fist confusingly

Chat just smiled and raised his fist in agreement, making the former smile as well.

“Pound it!” the both exclaimed.

After all, even if they don’t remember the fight, it was always felt right to do their signature fist bump.

Chat took a moment to stretch as he looked at his Lady. “Once again, the Cat and Bug duo save the day! You have to admit that we are just killing this akuma fighting thing. I swear these fights are going so fast, they are becoming...forgettable!”

“Urgh! First of all, its Bug and Cat duo, and that pun was worse than the ones you usually make.”

“That means that you find my usual puns to be better!” Chat dramatically sighs with a dopey grin. “If only you loved me as much as you loved my puns, then this day would have been perfect.”

Ladybug frowned. “So… not that much.”

“You know you love my jokes.”

Her frown didn’t disappear though. “As much as I...tolerate your puns, I told you to drop it with the ‘couple’ stuff. We are a team, and I have a crush on another boy, remember?”

Chat’s smile dropped a little bit at that rememberance, but he still kept his grin. 

“Well considering that you haven’t declared that you’ve become a pair yet, I don’t think he sees what’s in front of-” Chat moved to continue, but he stop as he saw something that made him stop cold.

“Chat? Chat are you o...kay…”

Ladybug turned to see what Chat was looking at, and both of them froze at what they saw (though for different reasons)

Alya was smiling from ear to ear as she proudly showed the picture she snapped. 

Which just so happened to be Ladybug and Cat Noir kissing. And likely happened during the battle that the two of them had likely forgotten.

Chat Noir could only stare in surprise as he saw himself and his Ladybug locked in a passionate embrace, the two of them obviously sharing a kiss as the two held each other so closely.

Chat felt himself experiencing a variety of emotions as he stared at the image, from happiness, to jealousy, to hope, but he eventually just stuck on happy as he stared at the picture with an awed smile.

Ladybug on the other hand… didn’t take it so well.

“ Everyone saw that?.... This is a disaster! What on earth happened?!”

And just like that, that small bit of happiness just disappeared.

 Chat felt that emotion fade into almost pure emptiness as he turned to look at Ladybug, who stared at the image with shock, horror and even apparent revulsion at the thought she actually kissed him.

“I don’t-How!? This had to have been some sort of trick, a mistake! There was no way we could’ve kissed!” Ladybug said in denial as she looked at the image.

Chat felt his heart twist at he stared at his partner, hearing what she said. Sure, he didn’t expect her to have the same reaction about the picture he did, but he didn’t expect ...well… this.

(Or for it to be so horrible to her.)

Ladybug's shocked moment would have to come to an abrupt end, as her earring gave a rapid beep, signifying she was about to transform back. She stared at Chat Noir with an expression that was both nervous and angry.

“Th-This is not over! Chat, don’t you dare think anything about it!”

Ladybug quickly grabbed her yoyo and zipped off.

Chat felt a pain in his heart as he processed her reaction and saw her leave, standing there for a brief moment.

But as he started remembering his job, he decided that he needed to finish his responsibilities with what time he had left, and he went to check up the former akumatized pair.

“So, you guys are alright?” he said as he walked towards them.

Nino responded. “Uh...we were fine dude! Aside from the akuma thing, we’re alright! It’s just, how we got akumatized that’s bothering us.”

“Oh? What happened?

“We kinda got caught playing a game together called Super Penguino on our trip…” Nino explained, embarrassed. “Both of us got caught by our class-mates and laughed at because of it. We felt really embarrassed about it… which as you kinda guess, led to us being akumatized.”

“But it's fine, because now I have the perfect image!” Alya said as she raised her phone in the air, causing Chat to wince again. “This will make the Ladyblog explode!”

Remembering the reaction Ladybug had made to that picture soured his mood, but he quickly masked it with one of excitement as he stared at Alya. “Could I have a look at that picture again?” he asked as he raised out his hand?”

“Hmm…? Oh yeah sure!” Alya said as she showed him the picture.

Chat felt time slow to a crawl as he stared at the picture again, seeing the obvious comfort he and Ladybug shared with each other. He felt his mind start to race as he questioned how his mind-wiped self came to embrace his other.

Had he and Ladybug knew each other in their normal lives, and assumed that they were in love? Or had they just lost all their memories, but still fell in love again by some magic bond the two of them had? Chat couldn’t tell, but there had to be something that made this picture happen, that Chat himself (ironically) had forgotten.

Still, it didn’t mean seeing Ladybug’s reaction hadn’t hurt. It did hurt. A lot. Sure, he knew that Ladybug didn’t exactly love him the way he loved her, but he never thought that the idea of being kissed by him would make her that distraught. The way she stared at the picture was something between disgust and horror, and he wasn’t sure how much of it was directed at him.

Did he even mean anything to Ladybug, outside of fighting akumas?

A beep from his ring brought him back to his sense, and he looked at Alya. He stared on last time at the picture, almost as if to savour something that might’ve been.

“That picture...really made me happy.” Chat said to himself, with Alya smiling as she overheard what he was saying. 

“Unfortunately…”

Chat stared with a forlorn grin as Alya’s face dropped at the change of tone.

“I guess it will have to be just like Oblivio… a lost memory. Yoink!”

Alya was startled at Chat suddenly ripped the phone from her hands at a blinding speed. “Hey-What the-?!” Alya exclaimed. “Give that back! That’s my phone!” she said in anger.

“Sure Ladyblogger, but I’m sorry to say that the pic has gotta go!” he said with a plastered cheeky grin.

Alya’s eyes widened in horror at what Chat was about to do, while Nino stood there unsure of himself.

“No you can’t!” Alya hurriedly said. “I gotta have that picture for my blog! Give my phone back!” she said angrily as she ran after Chat.

Chat, unsurprisingly, outpaced her. “Sorry, but we were kinda memory wiped when you took that picture, and I kinda don’t want the wrong idea to go around for my Lady’s sake!” Chat said as he deleted the picture off Alya’s phone, making sure no traces of the picture existed.

(But not before he saved it on his phone)

Chat tossed the phone back to Alya, who quickly checked as moaned in dismay as the picture for her blog was now gone, giving the Cat Hero a nastly glare at her spoiled blog post. Chat however merely grinned back.

“I’ll be happy to give an interview next akuma fight, but this one’s gotta be forgotten! Cat out!”

“You’ll pay for this you sneaky cat!” Alya said as Chat jumped off the roof. “I will show the world that my LadyNoir ship is real!”

‘Heh. You and me both.’ Chat thought to himself miserably as he leapt away, his face morphing to that of disappointment now that he was no longer near other people.

 A part of him honestly wanted to believe that there was hope for him and Ladybug based on that picture, that there was hope that the two of them could fall in love for real.

But after seeing the reaction that reaction Ladybug pulled at that picture?

Chat wasn’t even sure if Ladybug even liked him as a friend. 

[grumpygreenwitch]

Summer Gardening.

So it’s been a while, and for that I apologize to the... 200+ people who follow me. I’m sure y’all are here for the cat pics and the nekked men, but TOO BAD. Today you get to suffer through pics of my green children. Also, I do share seed. My seed list link will be up later in the year. To begin with, the summer flowers are out en force:

Echinacea Purpurea, the original echinacea. I do save yearly seed from these guys, although it’s an incredibly pointy, stabby and bleed-y job. 

Mountain Phlox. Unfortunately, all of it around the house is afflicted with powdery mildew, so I will not share seed. But it’s still pretty to look at, and the clearwings (hummingbird moths) love it. Not pictured is the white variant, who grows on the other side of the house. Look, it was hot and I was already melting.

Peppermint Balsam. This thing is basically indestructible, for an annual. It will reseed freely (to truly Lovecraftian levels) and blooms continuously from late spring until mid-fall, when the seed-pods set. There is a dormant genetic in it for double flowers, but when it pops up it’s always been sterile. It just pops up occasionally from the peppermint seed.

I may give the roommate hell over the hostas (I hate them. They’re so useful to protect toads and control weeds, but I hate them), but they do put out pretty flowers. There are several variants around the house - white-edged, blue and green, but hostas in general are very, very hard to start from seed. I will save it on request, only. We were also incredibly lucky to have a Moth Mullein sprout in our porch bed, along with some Variegated Solomon’s Seal.The SS doesn’t put out seeds, and I don’t have enough to share bulbs (yet), but the mullein has been exceptionally generous with seed pods, and it repels bugs. It repels ROACHES. It’s going everywhere. And I may be convinced to part with some seed.

Onward!

A view from a hill. Can you see the garden? That’s OK, I can’t either. Those are peach trees, on the side of the orchard closest to the house. Unfortunately a freak storm during early spring killed all the blossoms. Also, don’t mistake ‘orchard’ for ‘organized’. There’s a pear, some apples, a plum, some nectarines? And front and center are two walnuts. I’ll probably be plunking my laurel there to see if it survives winter. And someday when I have a job and money again, I would like to drop a few Chicago Hardy figs, and maybe a kiwi trellis.

This is the big garden (and fortunately not my responsibility, or I would cry). The guys are ‘handling’ it. The weeds say otherwise.

The jasmine tree and the roommate’s garden. Because of a bad back injury that refuses to heal, I’ve been helping them on and off with it. And if you thought jasmine was supposed to stay a delightful little bush, AHAHAHAHAH. Yes, that’s a light-post next to it. For size comparison.

MY CHILDREN. Please ignore the dead soccer ball. That’d be a dog toy.

Lemon balm, amaranth, and a new bed that I’ll be finishing off during fall, for use next year. The lemon balm is a permanent row - it will overwinter just fine, and it will even keep growing through the mildest part of December. Mine didn’t die back until a few solid days of sleet in January. Unfortunately the weed fabric under the amaranth turned out to be an old roll, and fell apart on me (no big, the whole point is for it to fall apart eventually), so the weeds have kinda eaten it alive.

Unfortunately, both cucumber beetles and blister beetles love the amaranth. Fortunately, it does not seem to give a damn. It’s an incredibly resilient plant, not minding weeds, bugs, flood or drought. We’ll see what the grain actually tastes like, but so far it’s looking like a good candidate for continuous growing.

The lemon balm is lemon-balming. Planted on a lark, it’s proven to be a fantastic wind-breaker - because it grows so early and so quick, it keeps the colder winds that come down through the hollow from my more fragile seedlings, like the lettuce, dill and cilantro. You can see here where the spent flower-heads are dying but there’s new growth underneath; I really have to get in there and behead it. It makes nice hot tea, meh cold tea, and hanging fresh bunches of it around the balcony keeps the skeeters off. It also seems to be a decoy for cabbage moths.

Canary Zinnia. The seed was sent to me as a gift with one of my seed orders, and this is my first year growing it. -If- I can save some, I’ll definitely be sharing and growing again. It’s a lovely plant, very sturdy, and the bees love it.

Dwarf Castor Oil. I don’t think there’s anything dwarf about it, but then I’m a short green witch myself, so maybe it’s all about perspective. Don’t let the pods lie to you, until they dry the spikes are relatively soft. However, it being castor oil, I don’t recommend it to anyone with ducks, chickens, goats, or anything that might accidentally try talking a nibble or pecking at the beans. I do, however, recommend them from jewelry if you know how to pierce things and so on. They are a gorgeous tiger-stripe pattern.

Say hello to the chard! Say goodbye to the chard! Nothing else, absolutely nothing else since the limas, has given me so much trouble. The deer love getting into my chard bed and destroying it (ergo all the forks). And once I managed to chase those off, the blister beetles showed up in force. This will be the last year I grow it - we just don’t eat enough of it to make it worth my while, and it only occasionally sold at the Farmers’ Market.

Red lettuce - Merlot and Lollo Vino, a combination of bought and saved seed. I planted a red romaine of some sort, too, but unsurprisingly it bolted in the heat. The darker reds of my favorites, though, keep bugs off them, keep deer from noticing them, and keep them from bolting. It’s just now threatening to, and at this point its kind of allowed. I need more seed for next year. Seed for this will likely be shared by the teaspoon-ful.

Calendula! I searched for a long time to find the plain ol’ calendula officinalis ancestor, rather than a cultivar where I would have no way of knowing if the medicinal principles would have been sacrificed for looks. It’s supposed to work well as poor man’s saffron (color, no taste), and I’m going to be soaking the heck outta my feet on it during winter. The plant is... not pretty. It gets leggy and the leaves get grotty very quickly. But it’s very sturdy and as long as you cut the flowerheads off as fast as you can, it’ll keep blooming until well into winter. I usually leave it to go to seed around late September.

Green cilantro seeds. You pick ‘em when they’re brown, but before they drop off the plant. Or you pick ‘em when they’re brown-ing, and put them in a paper bag so they’ll finish ripening there and you don’t end up with fifty wild cilantro plants in your garden >_> Most of the row is already gone, and I’ll be putting in a late dill crop in its place. No such thing as too  much dill!

Don’t let lemongrass lie to you. Unless you tie it up, it will not grow up neat and tidy, as most grass does. Instead it will sprawl like a dramatic wilting Elizabethan lady and do its best to end up under your feet so you’ll feel bad about it. I just tie it up with a half-blade of grass; it dries up and withers away before it can hurt the plant.

I ordered pennyroyal seed because... Well, because it’s something one should have on hand, considering the way the world is going. What I got was Creeping Pennyroyal, which doesn’t care if you step on it (mint family), smells absolutely delightful, and has the most adorable, tiny purple flowers. I plan on harvesting, drying and sprinkling it everywhere in the crawlspace under the house. Making war on cave crickets, wood roaches, and other such sundries, me.

The thyme and Spicy Oregano took a beating in the heat, but they’re slowly bouncing back. The bed behind them is more pennyroyal, desperately in need of weeding, but there’s only one of me, y’know.

SIGH. Just. You absolute, ill-mannered monster of a creature. That would be horseradish, gloriously happy to be alive, as horseradish should be. Also, NOT IN ITS BASKET. Because never mind the rules, I guess.

I don’t even know how I’m gonna dig that up come winter. With some construction equipment, I GUESS. 

Decorative gourd! It’s the only one producing so far, but being the seed was 10+ years old, I’m very pleased.

And an apple gourd (I think?), from a mixture of drying gourds that was only slightly less ancient. Snake, apple and birdhouse gourds. There’s a bunch of them competing in the basket at this point, we’ll see what we will see.

And this, I think, is a great use of a dead canopy frame (the dogs ate the canopy. No, I’m not making it up.) I hope to coax the gourds to grow me a lil’ roof so I can sit in shade, surrounded by pennyroyal anti-skeeter barriers, eating my maters.

My Peter Peppers (nrehehehehe) aren’t producing yet - it takes them a while. But my Chinese 5-Color are getting started. It’s a lovely pepper, both edible and ornamental, with (so I’m told) about four times the heat of a Jalapeno. They’re tiny, with deep purple undertones to the plant. They’ll go purple-white-yellow-orange-red.

The bullhorns, on the other hand, are fairly sizable SWEET peppers on very tiny plants, and I honestly suggest staking them while they’re young so they grow a sturdy trunk, else you might end up with all of them growing at a slant.They’re just now beginning to turn colors. Keeping in mind I’m virulently allergic to peppers (less so sweet than hot, but allergic to all of them), the roommate loves ‘em.

It’s a small pepper bed - mainly to refresh my seed on the hots, and to grow sweets for the roommate. Pardon the nekked bed, the autumn lettuce hasn’t sprouted yet. And yes, that’s a mixed basil/dill bed next to it. My basil grew in patchy holes (NEVER buying from those seed people again), so I filled the holes with dill. Unfortunately, dill seed heads are so fine that they’re hard to photograph well.

The tomato row. After arguing with them for this long, I went the extra mile. Every plant has a metal stake. There’s also a double line growing at the top supporting the stakes so they don’t fall over. And they still fell over. Because why not, you unruly children, why not.

Green, white, pink and brown cherry tomatoes. Delicious!

Two kinds of cucumbers, some of the only decent shots of the dill seed-heads, and a special guest hiding in the shade. I usually plant dill as soon as the cucumber sprouts, to keep cucumber beetles off it. Otherwise I’d have no cucumbers and a lot of fat beetles.

The Muncher is a small cucumber, somewhat delicate. It’s very sensitive to temperature changes, and it’s candy to cucumber beetles - basically, it’s impossible to grow it without a heavy curtain of dill, or a heavy duty decoy. This year I got lucky enough to have both. It’s also delicious pickled, keeping its crunch and getting a good ooomph in flavor.

The Japanese Long is, as the name implies, long. It’s also incredibly bitey, and absolutely scrumptious. It’s sweet! And unlike the average cucumber, it does not go metallic when salted.

And now for the SPECIAL CHILD OF MY HEART. Seriously. I have been lusting after Blue Tea Peas since I first saw them offered, and every single time they’d be sold out pretty much the day of. This year I finally got some and... remember me mentioning that freak freeze that killed the peach blossoms? Yeah. Guess what it also killed. But two plants soldiered on. I have them heavily shielded by the cucumbers, dill and chamomile, and really I have no words for the blue. Pics don’t do it justice. I won’t have the tea this year, I’m saving as much seed as I can, but I am so pleased to have it at all!

 Last, but not least, and it’s a poor shot of it, the chamomile. I cannot drink chamomile to sleep - it does put me to sleep, but it also gives me bad dreams. I plan on using it as a skin wash for all the bug bites, along with the calendula, and to give me some respite from dry skin during winter.

Stay green! See you in fall! Now back to our normal schedule of frogs, cats and nekked men!

[vagarius]

bankazumisu hcs (a3!)

(originally a twitter thread by me: https://twitter.com/jea9yj/status/1279177560535040000 ... if you still want to like i’m not gonna stop you)

banri and misumi are Absolutely Whipped and you cannot convince me otherwise. kazunari asks for something and these two are fighting to get it for him (and both end up going overboard in different ways. kazunari usually doesn’t even get what he originally asked for but his bfs are cut so it’s okay)

banri+kazu are more quality time/action people while misumi is a big gift person!!

what i’m really trying to say is that banri+kazu know how much misumi values material things so they always go out of their way to give him small stuff regularly. kazu is really plain and direct when he gives misumi gifts (”here sumi! i got this for you!”) while banri being banri is more like “i figured you’d like this... i saw it when i was out the other day... (and totally didn’t have to take the train to buy it specifically for you...)”

this got surprisingly long, so more under the cut!!

their first big fight is because kazunari & banri start acting faker and faker because they’re desperately trying to be Good Enough for the other two and misumi is wondering what he did wrong and it eventually all blows up and then kazu’s crying and misumi’s crying and banri is shaking like a leaf. eventually they all hug and it’s hard to remember to Not Be Fake but they figure it out.

all the kitty cats know about kazu and banri!! misumi talks really fondly about them so whenever the kitties see them they rub against their legs and follow them to make sure they stay safe

misumi+kazunari pampering banri during autumn troupe shows: tackle hugging him backstage, making cute signs to hold up before shows, unironically buying all the banri bromides and merch and hanging them up in misumi’s room.

meanwhile banri buys flowers to send backstage for every show during summer troupe’s show run, leaves candies for them to eat during intermission, promotes the show on inste with cheesy captions that weren’t supposed to be cheesy but they are anyway.

kazunari is affectionate but needs space regularly, misumi happily cuddles anywhere anytime but he will jump out of banri’s/kazu’s arms unprompted when he decides he wants to do something, banri never initiates cuddles but once he’s cuddling he latches on like a cuddle leech

misumi loves!! holding hands!! kazu and banri’s hands are both freezing at all times so misumi just pouts in concentration while holding their hands between his. cue banri and kazu becoming tomatoes.

also pls imagine misumi between kazu and banri and swinging their joined hands. adorable.

kazunari bringing banri+misumi to a mixer with him and while the two fo them are usually pretty chill jealousy-wise, they end up constantly hanging off kazu and hogging his attention and banri may or may not have growled at someone. maybe.

*banri voice* stop laughing at me misumi i saw you showing off your fands threateningly earlier -

needless to say kazu never brings them both to a mixer at the same time ever again.

bankazumisu: *have individual problems*

also bankazumisu: *represses individual problems and pretends everything is fine in front of the other two*

im not sure where i was going with this i just wanted to point out that all three of them Don’t Handle Their Problems

pls imagine misumi and kazunari falling asleep on banri’s shoulders and banri refuses to move at all, even as itaru laughs at him and takes a pic and sends it to the mankai gc

speaking of gcs, the three of them have a gc for just them. kazunari probably named it “bbfs - bested boyfriends!!!!” or something similar

consider banri+kazu sending memes to the gc and misumi sends slightly-off versions back (think that mom that thought tea was just info and not gossip) and banri+kazu find it to be the most endearing thing ever.

they also send lots of pics to it of the others bc “my bf is so cute check it out!!” “HE’S MY BF TOO AND I AGREE”

tsuzuru is Long Suffering bc kazunari never shuts up about his boyfriends. he knows more about them he ever hoped. totally unrelated, but did you know banri has really nice hair to rub your face into? tsuzuru does.

for dates, the usually go on shopping dates!! a lot of times they don’t end up buying stuff but they have fun trying on outfits and taking selfies and finding triangles along the way. sometimes they “sneakily” buy cute outfits and accessories for each other.

also consider: escape room date!

except they are them. so.

kazunari is trying to Actually Solve The Room, banri is picking all the locks, misumi has flipped over every piece of furniture, and at the end when kazunari is solving the Final Puzzle, banri or misumi just slap a random panel and accidentally solve the puzzle.

kazunari whines afterward about all the subtleties the two of them missed throughout the room and banri+misumi nod in remorse but really they’re just thinking about how cute kazu is. as per usual.

they go stargazing on the roof and whlie banri doesn’t quite understand the appeal, misumi has the softest look in his eyes as he looks to the stars and kazunari’s warm against his side and - it’s nice. maybe he could learn to love the night sky, too.

[ezmarie]

hey!! could i request a matchup? my name is giovanna, but please call me gi :). my pronouns are she/her. i'm 5'7, brown hair (i have 2 pink locks, one on each side of my face) and brown eyes. i'm a sagittarius, ENFP 7w6, sugawara and bokuto kinnie, hufflepuff. i'm a very bubbly person, and i have a lot of mood swings. flaws: i'm very anxious, sarcastic, sensitive (most to loud noises) and i think i talk too much sometimes idk. (1/4)

qualities: i care a lot about others, i get good grades without studying a lot, i'm bubbly, sometimes i can be flirty😳 but uhh yeah, my friends say i'm really sweet too. and i can be a little childish sometimes (like bokuto or atsumu) my love languages are touch and quality time. i really enjoy drawing, singing and playing the ukulele. i also like to spend time with people close to me, like watching movies or just walking around the city. i rlly like playing games, watching stuff, hugging people, reading (mostly manga), cats and just looking at the ocean or the sky. i hate lies, faking (emotions, reactions, and i hate when people do it to me too), hot weather, boredom. about music, my favorite songs are where's my love - syml, balaclava - arctic monkeys, social cues - cage the elephant (a lot more really i can't choose omg) and my favorite band overall is arctic monkeys. i also listen to a lot of the beatles, queen, etc i have a playlist named "nothing really matters" that is a reference to bohemian rhapsody (and it has a cursed oikawa pic as a cover and i love it) i look for someone who can make me feel safe yk? someone that'll give me attention, and will help me when my anxiety gets bad. someone who i'll be able to give lots of hugs and receive a lot of hugs🥺 hope this is not too big, and i'm rlly rlly sorry if it is!! thank u!!

Hiiii gi! Thats not too long you can write as much as you want don’t worry :) I ship you withhh....akaashi!!!

You literally ARE bokuto which definetky helped this decision ahsjjsa

You both are kinda the definition of opposites attract. While your more on the bubbly side he’s on the chill and composed side. He deals with bokutos mood swings all the time, so he always understands how to help you when your emotions get overwhelming. And hes vv anxious as well as an over thinker, so when your anxious he knows he’s been there before. Hes right there everytime your anxiety acts up again or your mood decided to be a jerk, and he seems to always know how to calm you down since hes dealt with it too.

He finds your talkative and sarcastic side adorable and he loves when your bubbly ness really shines through. He never thinks you talk too much and he always makes sure you know how much he appreciates it. Even if he calls you out on it, he secretly finds your rare childish antics really sweet and cute, though he’ll never admit it🥰 He also gets caught off guard by your flirty side a lot of times and he always gets so flustered. Your honestly the only person that can make him show that many emotions and that’s what drew him to you in the first place.

Dishonesty will never be a problem in this relationship. Ever. Akaashi is so honest and blunt, sometimes a little too much, but that just means he’s never going to sugarcoat things or say stuff just to make you feel better. Everything he tells you is genuine and real. He’s used to being the second choice so once you chose him, he’s gonna make sure you don’t regret it. All of his attention and love is 100% devoted to you and he’ll always make sure you feel important. He’s never really had anyone to be affectionate with, so your gonna have to walk him through it a lil. However, once you do he warms up to it very quickly and chooses to show affection to a lot after that.

Scenarios with the two of you:

*him listening to you playing the ukulele and singing his favorite song and he just falls in love with you all over again. You could seriously see hearts in his eyes

*you guys walking around the city you live in while sharing earbuds and listening to 505 and balaclava by arctic monkeys. That was also the first time you introduced him to arctic monkeys and they’ve been his favorite band ever since

*you guys going on your roof and looking at the night sky and he cautiously brings you into a hug because he’s not really used to it so you guys end up cuddling while watching the stars AHH🥺

Ahdjjsa I’m so sorry this took so long I feel bad🥺 you seem soo nice I rlly hope this was okay!! <33

[pumpernickel-simswood]

A Devoted Friend: Pt 3

Part 1 Part 2

Marinette got up and quickly helped set the table. 

Adrien, polite as ever, ended up sitting between Sabine and Marinette. He waited for everyone else to begin eating before he started.

"So," Tom said between bites, "what were you kids studying? Is there a big exam coming up?"

"No, actually, it was a business plan Adrien made for me." Marinette replied, sounding equal parts proud of Adrien and blown away that it was for her.

Both sets of parental eyebrows went up.

Adrien swallowed and smiled politely, "Well, I overheard Marinette discussing opening an online store for her designs and I… I have access to a well of knowledge about that, especially for fashion, so I don't see why I wouldn't help her."

"That's very sweet of you, Adrien." Sabine smiled, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, really." Adrien looked down, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Even if that's true," Marinette began. He glanced up to find earnest eyes peering at him. She continued, "I'm incredibly grateful you put any time into helping me."

"Of course, Mari," Adrien said immediately, "we're friends."

Marinette canted her head at that, slightly.

***

"Thanks so much, Marinette!" Rose hugged her tightly.

"Of course, Rose." Marinette grinned and hugged back.

"We'll see you at school." Juleka smiled.

"Of course." Marinette waved.

"Bye~!" Rose waved back and they descended the stairs.

"And now, Adrien." Marinette muttered as she turned to look at him with an analytical eye. She let out a long sigh, "You got taller again."

A chuckle escaped Adrien, "Sorry?"

"Let's hope I made the pants too long." Mari shook her head in amusement. 

"Capris could work if they aren't." Adrien suggested easily. 

"Uh-huh, sure. Just go try them on, long legs." Marinette laughed.

Adrien snickered and took the clothes, "Be right back."

Marinette made some notes as Adrien changed. The wiki was gonna have to get updated once she actually checked his height. She was pretty sure his shoulders had gotten a bit wider too but she'd have to check.

"So, good news and bad news." Adrien said, stepping from behind the screen, "Good news, the pants fit perfect."

Marinette turned to him, "What's the bad ne- Oh my G-d."

Adrien's shirt was a good inch too short, his midsection showing, "I mean, it's not that bad."

"Adrien, it's at least an inch too short." Marinette put her hands on her hips.

"Truuuue." Adrien chuckled. 

"Alright, let's get measurements." Marinette laughed. 

***

"Alright, I just gotta make you a new shirt." Marinette said, looking up from her notes.

"I can buy replacement fabric if you want?" Adrien offered.

"No, I have enough left over, but thank you. Hopefully neither Ivan or Luka hit a growth spurt before next week." Marinette laughed. "Also, do those colors work for you?"

"Green and black?" Adrien's lips pulled into a playful smirk, "Yeah, I like to think so."

Marinette's brow furrowed but she nodded and made another note, "Okay, good. You can change back, by the way. At the very least, I need the pants back. Not sure how I'll repurpose the shirt yet…"

"Well," Adrien stepped behind the screen to change, "if you just shorten it, then I could have an awesome crop top."

"You want me to?" Marinette asked, surprised. 

"Yeah, the material is awesome and super soft. Plus, may as well make it a crop top when it's already short, right?" Adrien replied.

"Fair point." She shrugged, actively pushing down the desire to imagine him in it.

"Pretty please?" Adrien offered the shirt, redressed.

"Okay." Marinette held it up to his chest, "Where should I cut it to?"

"Uh, here." Adrien indicated. 

Marinette grabbed a marker and made a quick mark. And shortly she handed him the shirt back, now officially a crop top.

"Thanks Mari." Adrien beamed and kissed her cheek, "You're the best. See you later."

Marinette blinked after him as he climbed down the stairs. She raised a hand to her cheek then melted into her chair, "Yeah."

***

"Ugh, and they want Cat Noir specifically to show up for their birthday party." Alya groaned.

"To be fair, that's not that far of a stretch to get. You do actually know Cat. Plus he's pretty good with kids from what I hear." Marinette shrugged, hands in pockets. 

"I know but I dread asking him a favor like that. It seems like small potatoes compared to what he does daily." Alya argued.

Marinette snorted, "Alya, their patrols literally involve getting kittens out of trees and retrieving balloons most days. Just ask. I'm positive he'd love to."

"How can you be so sure?" Alya squinted at her friend.

"Cuz I've met him? And we did work together for Evillustrator, remember? Besides, I've seen how many pics you've gotten of him for your Instagram." Marinette started walking away. "And if you don't ask him, I'll do it for you."

"Hey! No! Don't you dare!" Alya bolted after her.

"I think his solo patrol comes by my balcony tonight, actually." Marinette hummed thoughtfully.

"Why on Earth would you know that? They always randomize their patrol schedules." Alya frowned.

"Because I keep track of everyone's schedules due to my anxiety and I noticed he does what might appear to be a random pattern but is actually just an extended rotational schedule. It, of course, varies based on akuma attacks, but he should pass my balcony tonight on his patrol." Marinette explained with an air of discussing weather.

Also he'd told Ladybug on their last patrol, but it did fit the schedule she kept so.

"Girl, can I just say I'm glad you're not on Hawkmoth's side?" Alya said.

Marinette shrugged, "So, sleepover?"

"Yes!" Alya grinned.

***

Cat Noir bounded across rooftops,delighted by the feeling of weightlessness at the apex of every leap. Things had been quiet so far tonight. A few strays to feed and that one shelter that needed an extra set of hands, but nothing big. Which was great.

He grinned as he raced across the top of his school. He could see the familiar and inviting balcony lights shining tonight. He was going to have to figure out how she always seemed to know when he was out and about one of these days.

As he got closer, he noticed Alya was up there with the princess tonight. Huh. Maybe tonight was a coincidence. Either way.

A well timed jump and flip landed him neatly atop the railings.

Alya jumped and yelped.

Mari simply glanced up, a playful smile pulling at her lips, "Hey Cat."

"Good evening, ladies." He bowed deeply. "Sorry to startle you, Alya."

"N-no, it's okay. I just didn't see you coming." Alya mumbled.

"He is pretty fast." Marinette shrugged. Her eyes returned to Cat, "Aren't you, showoff?"

Cat chuckled at that and crouched, "Oh, so you did see that awesome flip."

"I've seen better." Marinette said.

"Meowch, you wound me, Purrincess." Cat dramatically placed his hands over his heart.

"Mm-hm." Marinette was clearly trying not to laugh. It egged him on more than he cared to admit. She, sadly, turned to a very confused Alya, "Anyway, Alya wanted to ask you something."

"Oh?" Cat canted his head toward the blogger.

"Oh, uh, right." Alya took a deep breath, "I was hoping that you could maybe put in a quick appearance at my sisters' birthday party?"

Cat blinked, "The tall, kinda scary, buff one or the twins?"

Marinette snorted.

"Hey! You try fighting a boxer with spider powers!" Cat objected.

Marinette fell into giggles, "No, not that, just the idea that Anasi would want you at her birthday party."

"It could happen." Cat crossed his arms and scowled.

"Uh, for the twins." Alya interrupted, though she was looking curiously between them.

"I would love to. When is it though?" Cat turned back.

"In two weeks, on Sunday." Alya replied.

Cat hummed, trying to remember if he had anything scheduled, "I think I'm free. I'll message you on the forum when I get home and double check."

"Thank you!" Alya grinned.

"Of course." Cat smiled easily.

Mari nudged Alya, "I told you."

"Fine, you were right. There was nothing to worry about." Alya sighed.

"Hey, if you need anything Alya, seriously, let me know." Cat said.

Alya smiled, "Thank you, Cat."

Marinette picked up a plate of cookies that had somehow escaped his notice and handed them over to the hero.

Cat beamed as he took one, "Y'know Princess…"

"If it weren't for the Bug having your heart, you'd marry me for my baking alone?" Marinette raised a brow and practiced recital, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Can you blame me?" He chuckled, wrapping the plate back.

"Well! If that's all I'm good for!" Marinette crossed her arms with a huff, though her playful air never truly left her.

"Oh, c'mon, Purrincess, if that was all that drew me here, I'd just buy from the bakery mask off." Cat leaned his face close to Marinette's, sincere and earnest, "You know you're one of my best friends."

She turned her pursed lip glower to stare intently at him. She sighed and turned away, cheeks pinking some, "Yeah, I know. You're one of mine too, Kit."

His heart filled with warm delight. He really loved her caring so much about him. It made him feel so full of light. He knew he was grinning ridiculously but couldn't bring himself to care, even with their audience.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Go fall off a balcony, Prince Ali." Marinette snorted.

"Oh, as the princess wants." Cat saluted and fell backwards off the balcony.

With quick, well honed reflexes, he bounded back up with his baton onto the next roof, never losing grip of the plate of cookies.

"I want that plate back when you're done!" Mari called after him.

He turned, bowed one last time and bound off. He was almost out of earshot when Alya spoke.

“Girl, what the hell was that!?”

Part 1 Part 2

@ijustwannabecanadian @rianoel @hellolovelyscientist @theworldslittlesis

[rogersgirlfriend]

After he cheats

A/N: hello lovies 💕 this one shot was inspired by the song Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, let me know if you like this! Feedback is always accepted, enjoy the reading! 💕 (i know the car in the photo is actually the Morris Minor, but i didn't know which pic i should've used)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, car smashing

Plot: Roger cheated on the reader and she decides to get her revenge by destroying his beloved car

That morning you woke up really happy, you couldn’t stop thinking about Roger and how happy you were with him. The two of you had been dating for a year now and that day was your anniversary. You spent the most incredible year together, following him to see every one of his shows. He really loved taking you with him, and you enjoyed it as well. When you got up you decided to wear one of his favourite sundresses that he had bought you. You fixed your hair and make-up as well and after grabbing the cake that you made for him the day before from the fridge you exited your flat. You wanted to surprise him, you knew that the last month had been a tough one for him and the boys but their new album A Night At The Opera was finally completed. Even though you felt him a little distant in those days you knew nothing could’ve stopped you from having a relaxing day with your boyfriend. It was a warm Sunday morning and he had the day off so you were sure he was home probably still sleeping.

When you arrived at your destination you rang the bell of his flat, but no answer seemed to came from the inside. Your smile fell for an instant but you soon recovered it and knocked at his door.

“Rogie? It’s me, open up! I have a surprise for you!” you said failing to contain the happy tone of your voice. After a couple of minutes a sleepy but nervous Roger opened the door. At first you didn’t really notice his expression, you were too busy placing the box with the cake inside on the kitchen table. When you turned around to give him a big kiss you noticed. He had a worried smile on his face.

“What’s wrong love?” you asked him, the confusion growing in your eyes.

“Oh don’t worry about it… why are you here however?” he asked yawning and rubbing his eyes. Even that question didn’t make you lose your smile. He was still half asleep though after all.

“Did you forgot what day it is today? You silly!” you laughed messing with his hair.

Suddenly the realization appeared on Roger’s face and a nervous laugh escaped his mouth.

“Oh god I’m so sorry (Y/N) I’m very tired I forgot what day it was today, but don’t worry give me 20 minutes and I’ll be all yours today! Why don’t you go wait for me in my car?” he said grabbing the keys and starting to slowly push you towards the front door. A confused look formed on your face as he started to push you a little harder.

“Hey! What are you doing? Why are you pushing me outside? Are you hiding something from me? Is it maybe my present?” you asked joking but Roger’s extremely worried expression made your smile fall.

“Are you okay Rog? Why are you so tense?” you asked now serious. He didn’t reply to you, he just sighed and stopped pushing you. The look he gave you made you even more concerned.

“You are hiding something from me, aren’t you?” you asked now with a dead look in your eyes. You glazed at Roger’s bedroom door. You didn’t even want to think about it, just the thought of it made you sick. Before you started to date him you had already heard all of the stories about him being a playboy but when you actually got to know him you thought that he really had changed for you. Oh…how wrong could you be. You started to walk to his bedroom, your moves were fast so that when he tried to grab your wrist to stop you he couldn’t reach you. You swung the door open, and what you saw confirmed all your fears.

Not one but two girls were still sleeping in his bed. You froze looking at them incredulous. Suddenly tears started to form in your eyes but you fought to hold them back.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“(Y/N)…I can explain, I…”

“What the fuck do you want to explain Roger!? That you’re a piece of shit? That you cheated on me with fucking two girls!? Because one wasn’t enough, wasn’t it!?” you started to scream and pushing him away from you with your hands.

“(Y/N) please don’t scream, we can solve this. I am so sorry…please!” he said grabbing your wrists and pulling you close to him. Only in that moment you noticed that he smelled like alcohol and he was probably hung over.

“Get off me! Don’t you dare to touch me with those dirty hands of yours!” you said, tears now running down your cheeks.

You headed to the kitchen to grab your purse and go away. Your eyes fell on the cake that you made for him.

“I can’t believe you did this to me! How could you do this!? I even made this stupid cake for you! Because I thought that you would care a little!” you shouted throwing the cake to him and getting angrier when it missed him.

“Please, please (Y/N) stop screaming…I am sorry, please that didn’t mean anything to me! You know that I love you…we can still solve this, together!” he said, his voice cracked when he tried to reach you but you stepped away from him. You sobbed and tried to dry your tears with the back of your hands.

“We have nothing solve, Roger. I don’t want to see you anymore. And don’t tell me that you love me. If you really did you would never cheat on me…” you whispered, pronouncing those words hurt you like hell and you knew they hurt him too. You really thought he was the one for you. You spent a year of your life with him, every moment spent with him made you feel so happy. You could never believe that he would do something like that. Now you understood how much of a fool you had been, now you understood why he was so distant in that last month.

And then you saw it. Roger’s crowbar was hanging behind the door. He always left it there just in case he had to use it. “So that if I have to hurt someone I hurt them bad!” he always used to joke.

An unhealthy thought crossed your mind as you kept staring at it.

Roger didn’t seem to notice you while he kept telling you how much he was sorry. His voice sounded muffled to you.

Do it. Said a voice inside your head.

One more time you moved quickly. You grabbed the crowbar and exited Roger’s flat as fast as you could, you couldn’t care less if you had left the door open.

“(Y/N) what are you doing? Where are you going!?” you heard Roger shout at you and then starting to chase you down the stairs.

You exited the building and started to look around to search for his Alfa Romeo.

Do it.

You soon found it and climbed on the top of it. Not much later Roger reached you but stopped widening his eyes seeing you on the roof of his car with his crowbar in your hands.

His jaw fall on the floor and his eyes widened more.

“DON’T!” he shouted.

Do it.

You tightened the grip on the crowbar and slowly raised it up above your head.

“PLEASE!” Roger shouted once more, his voice cracked again as his eyes started to tear up.

You smashed the crowbar against the windshield of his car as hard as you could starting to break it. You repeated the action as Roger looked at you shocked. He was frozen and speechless. When you started to smash all the windows you heard a noise coming from him. You turned around to see him on his knees slightly sobbing. He had covered his face in his hands.

“Please stop!” he cried.

You stopped for a moment and looked at him starting to feel a little guilty, maybe you shouldn’t have done that to his car.

And he shouldn’t have done that to you!

The anger began to grow again and you started to hit the car harder than before. You jumped down of the car and continued to hit the windshield to break it completely, a sharp piece of glass fell at your feet but you didn’t notice at first as you were too busy smashing the bonnet. When you noticed it you suddenly stopped and your hands reached it.

Roger finally spoke again as he got up and looked at you with a terrified expression.

“W-what are you d-doing?” he asked stuttering.

You looked at him with a sadistic little smile.

You gripped the piece of glass and with a quick move of your hand you slashed one of the tires.

“NO! STOP!” he shouted again, but this time he reached you and grabbed your wrist.

“(Y/N) are you out of your mind!? Why did you do this!?” he yelled turning you around to make you face him.

You quickly removed his hand from your wrist and pointed the piece of glass at him.

“Touch me again and the next thing I will cut is your hand!” you yelled back.

“Fucking stop destroying my car! Why would you do something like that!?”

“Are you being serious right now!? Is this a joke!? I could ask you the same fucking question!” you said pushing him as hard as you could.

“You destroyed my heart and I destroyed your car, it seems pretty fair to me!”

TAGLIST: @clara-who @70srogerisasnacc @crazy-little-cool-cat @violetpond @xgoingdownx @blackmambaxnx

[mahvaladara]

Read for me - M!Reader x V fanfic (NSFW)

I was inspired by this post here. 

Thank you so much @heaven-on-a-landslide for the amazing help you gave me with this. 

They did an outstanding job proofreading this and made this fanfic just... perfect. Thank you so much.

Synopsis: After reuniting with V, you really wanted them to read for you, but you had other plans than just hearing them recite poetry (smut, nsfw, contains sims pics reenacting the scenes). 

Read for me

You had been separated.

Since this all started, you and V had found yourselves working together more often, weeding out the roots of the Qliphoth. And in the coming weeks, you’d seen yourself falling more and more for that man to the point it became physical between the both of you. Hurried kisses between missions and small games of trying to get a release before Nico came bursting in.

You were always drawn to the vulnerable and the broken, and that look in V’s eyes, that desperate cry for survival, it drew you helplessly to him. You wanted so desperately to love and protect him.

Dante had always told you that this weakness of yours would get you killed one of these days. He had no idea how right he was, for you’d die for V. And these days, it was more V’s plight making you draw your crossbow and daggers and hunt demons, than anyone else’s.

Oh, yes, you also liked his sassy familiars, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a cat person with a soft spot for Shadow.

Griffon, however, could eat your entire ass. You had no idea what drew such a rivalry towards the bird. You loved the bird, it was hilarious, but you also wanted to throw a blunt heavy object at it.

You adored fighting with V. You complemented one another so well - him from afar with his familiars, you quickly getting up close with crossbow and daggers in hand.

This was the usual arrangement. But after a run-in with a Behemoth, you were separated. V had been thrown off a roof, quickly followed by the avian familiar. You had to fight alone with the help of Shadow, who remained by your side, most likely under its master’s command. You just hoped that without the big cat, V would be alright.

The battle was a harsh one, and you had lost a weapon on the Behemoth’s back. You just hoped Nico could get you a new dagger, the same way she made the Devil Breaker, and perhaps upgrade your crossbow. You were thinking of electrifying and freezing bolts.

Yes. That would be nice.

Nonetheless, with the large cat by your side, you made your way to street level, hoping to find any trace of V. As you approached a clearing, you noticed the area littered with a horde of exterminated demons, those unlucky enough to run into the warlock.

“Yo! Van Helsing!” You instantly recognized the voice and looked skyward, arms crossing as Griffon flew above you. He'd taken a liking to call you that, and you weren’t sure if he meant it as an insult or a compliment. “You’re alive! And you have the cat with you!”

“Not getting rid of me that easy, birdie! Where’s V?”

“Shakespeare? No idea! Though it’s kinda cold around there. Still cold… colder!” The bird screeched. “Oooh! Freezing!”

You stopped, pinching the bridge of your nose as you turned around.

“Getting warmer!”

Was that piece of shit seriously going to play that game with you? You shook your head and continued walking, Shadow calmly following you. The bird continued flying over you, yapping now: “Warmer, getting warmer!”

“Hotter!” Griffon yelled cackling, and you stopped.

“Oh! Boiling hot!” It added.

“Seriously?” You lifted your hands looking at the bird. If you weren’t down one weapon already, you’d throw your crossbow at Griffon.

Stopping in your tracks, you looked around. A smile crossed your lips and you folded your arms.

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”

Cane in his hand and legs crossed, V sat idly by the windowsill of one of the crumbling buildings nearby, patiently waiting. He seemed well, though you sensed the strain in his voice, the exhaustion in his posture. You made your way into the building. It looked mostly intact. Or at least the ceiling or the floor didn’t look like it would fall under you anytime soon. You approached the room where V sat.

Green eyes drew you in and you smiled at him, causing the dark-haired man to grin softly back at you. In the time you two fought together, you had been able to gain trust from the mysterious wizard. What pleased you most, however, was drawing small expressions from his usual stoic demeanour.

Idly, he pushed back his bangs from his eyes, only for them to fall again, framing his features under the light. As he did, he turned back to the pages of his opened book, always reading, always watching. He could appear distant, but you knew better that he was always alert, attentive, but yet reserved.

“Are you alright?” You asked, approaching him and placing a hand by his side. He looked up at you.

“Yes,” he answered. With a slight wave of his hand, the two familiars set off to patrol the area around the building. You placed a small peck on his fingers and he lifted a brow with peaked interest as you turned around.

Your eyes fell upon the couch in the room. The piece of furniture looked remarkably intact. It was a small living room: one table, one couch, a dresser and several paintings that had fallen off the wall. The two of you could rest there until the girls returned. There was a phone on the table and you instinctively walked up to it, checking if it worked.

It did. You could call Nico, you thought.

However…

“You look exhausted,” you continued, removing your coat and crossbow. You placed the crossbow over the table, followed by the large retractable dagger.

V pulled his legs inside the room and hopped off the windowsill. Closing his book, he watched you jump onto the couch and lay yourself down, pulling at the neck of your shirt. He propped himself up with his cane.

“As do you, Wanderer,” he pointed out, using the nickname he’d opted to call you by. It fits you, V had remarked.

“It’s not everyday I fight a Behemoth on my own,” you chuckled. “You left me fighting alone.”

“I trust your capabilities far surpass that of a small demon,” he taunted you as he turned his back on you. “I had... prior arrangements.”

“Doesn’t sending them out strain you?” You asked. “I mean, I don’t truly understand how this magic familiar thing works, but you left Shadow with me. Doesn’t it strain you to keep her fighting without you around?”

“I am fine, rest assured,” V leaned over the sill and looked out into the city streets again.

He opened the book.

“What form of arrangements?” You pried. He looked over his shoulder at you. Those beautiful green eyes locked with your own, only briefly, but enough to draw desire.

“I needed to catch on some reading.”

He was tired. You could tell.

Yet...

That voice, that mellowed-out sultry voice, like soft velvet under the light, drew you in with such desire, that it prompted you up from the couch.

You made your way to him, and once again, V looked over his shoulder at you. As he returned his attention to the pages of his book, you stopped right behind him, leaning in over him, your chin inches away from touching that shoulder. You wished to take in his scent, of ink and magic. You reached your hand forward, touching the book. He did not draw back, though you felt his body lean back against yours. Just a slight brush.

“Read for me?” you asked.

“Pardon me?”

You were so close to him, your face inches from him, your breath in his ear. V’s green eyes widened and you felt that jolt of want against you, his body flinching, a soft tremble. As he licked his lower lip, you felt a rising heat from the base of your spine. When he looked away, his breathing had picked up pace, and you could feel your own pulse quicken.

You were both alone. A moment’s respite.

“Read for me,” you asked again, a soft whisper into his ear.

Again, a pull of his lip.

“Is there… anything you’d like me to read?”, he asked, flipping casually through the pages.

“That one,” you smiled as you placed a finger over the page.

The illustrations were those of lovers and Cupid.

“I walked abroad on a snowy day, I woed the soft snow with me to play,” V started. The timbre of his honeyed voice, soft and velvety, filled the otherwise silent room. You closed your eyes, taking in the intonation of his sweet voice.

“She played and she melted in all her prime, and the winter called it a dreadful crime.”

You didn’t move from behind him. Your bodies were close enough that you could feel the soft shifting of his as he tried to adjust himself. He was not moving away from you, but adjusting into you, as if seeking your warmth.

“What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of gratified de--!” He gasped, startled, closing the book.

Your lips had made their way onto his neck, where you gave him a playful nip with your teeth. You continued to tease him, followed by soft, feathery kisses along his goose-pimpled skin. It wasn’t the first time your lips touched his body. And it certainly wasn’t going to be the last.

“Wh… what are you doing, my little Wanderer...” V asked, his voice deliciously faltering.

“Want me to stop?” You asked, a touch of maliciousness to your voice. Your fingers were now just barely grazing his. He didn’t answer, though you felt the silky breath he expelled.

Taking it as a hint, you placed another kiss on his neck, making your way up to the lobe of his ear. With your tongue briefly brushing the lobe, your hot breath in his ear, you gently nipped. A sharp intake of breath from him.

“Go on,” you said, a playful lilt in your voice.

“The lineaments-”

“From the start,” you coyly interrupted him, gently brushing aside his hair, “or I’ll stop.”

He looked back at you, smirking, his brows raised in question. He held your gaze for just a second. Those beautiful lips of his parted, so inviting, so enticing. But if you kissed him now, you’d only quiet that lovely voice. Then he smiled, pulling on that lower lip and turning to the book once again.

“Oh, I see,” V grinned with understanding. “What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women- ah...”

Your hands had travelled to his vest, and you were slowly, teasingly pulling it off his shoulders, letting it hang loosely around his arms.

“-wo-women do…. in men require...? The…. lineaments of gratified... desire...” His voice was breathless now, faltering ever more so.

You planted a soft kiss on his shoulder, your hands pulling him closer, closer still, until you felt the warm friction of his body against your own. Sweeping gently across his alabaster skin, your fingers traveled down the flat of his stomach, making small circles until they found the waistline of his pants. Your other hand was moving towards his chest.

“Abstinence... sows... sand... all over,” he continued, a tremble, a whimper in his speech. He leaned his head back onto your shoulder, his jaw now helplessly ajar, his eyes closing briefly in growing ecstasy. You continued your exploration of his body with slow, methodical movements of your hand, while the other worked at removing his stubborn belt. With his back arched and hips coiling towards the movement of your hand, his pitch travelled further down an octave. Unwilling to give up, he continued reading.

“The... ruddy limbs and f-flaming... hair: but... desire...oh goodness… gratified, plants fruits…. of l-life-” he gasped, bending forward as your fingers snaked their way down into his crotch. There, your hand found the gradually hardening form, wrapping your fingers around it and giving it a teasing stroke. He moaned, breaking the verse apart.

“Again...” you whispered into his ear.

“Curses… you are impossible...” V gasped, your hand stopped.

You smirked as he tried to gather his thoughts. You were enjoying this far too much.

“Abstinence sows... sand all over, the ruddy... limbs and flaming hair: But desiiiah-” he moaned when you resumed your ministrations,  “-re gratified, plants… f-fruits of life and…  beauty there...”

You chuckled, moving your other hand to meet the one tending his growing excitement. The buckle of his belt finally gave way under your persistence, and his pants fell down around his feet.

You felt him shiver against you. He closed the book and set it on top of the windowsill, trying to hold himself up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you said, smiling coyly from behind him.

“Th-the look of love alarms,” he tried to continue, gasps breaking through his shaking voice. Your right hand continued working on his arousal. while your left reached back to grip his ass. “Because... ‘tis filled... with fire...”

You smiled, rubbing your thumb against the tip of his shaft with each slow and deliberate stroke.

“Go on,” you cooed him. With each gasped word of V’s poetry, you felt your own excitement growing achingly stronger.

“Hmm,” he tried with increasing difficulty to recall the rest of the poem. “Shall...win the...”

You removed your hand from his pent up arousal.

“Y-you’re stopping?” His voice came to a hurried needy gasp.

His body sought your touch as he met your gaze. Coquettishly gazing back at him, you undid your own belt and let your own pants fall to your feet.

“You missed a verse,” you teased him, putting your middle finger in your mouth, grinning at him, never taking your eyes off his. The index finger followed next.

His eyes widened as he slowly bit his lips. You watched the glaze of lust flash through those beautiful green eyes, for he knew what came next.

And he wanted it.

He looked away, softly panting as he tried to recall the rest of the verse, his mind clouded by desire. You could sense it in him, for you were also burning with anticipation. To see him so unhinged, so ready to be made undone, vest clumsily hanging off his arms, pants around his feet.

His pale skin glistened with a soft flush of arousal. Only you had seen this man like this, so primal, so carnal, so human. Only you knew the soft pants and moans that would escape from his lips, and you wanted to hear them among the lace of his poems.

“The look of love alarms, because ‘tis filled with fire,” he whispered, low, for your ears only. You slowly slid your finger out from between your lips. As you lowered your hand, the finger found its way to that soft, tight hollow between his thighs. Ever so slowly and carefully, your finger slid into the engulfing warmth.

V moaned into you, his back arched against your body as he chuckled with a low rumble of his voice.

Dear lord. That man, exquisite and impossible, was enjoying himself with this devious game of yours. He would be the death of you. He and his sultry voice.

“But look...of soft deceit, shall win...the lover’s hire...”.

He groaned and panted as a second digit slid in, followed by a third. You eased your fingers in, gently pressing and exploring the edges of his warmth. His gasps and moans becoming more hurried, unbridled. He moved his hips to meet your fingers, taking one hand to touch your face. Your free hand keeping him pressed against you, but you moved it back to his length, palming that cock and caressing it in rhythm with your fingers inside him.

“Uhhh...soft deceit and...idleness, these are beauty’s… sweetest dreams...” He moaned, eyes closing.

You pulled him closer, grinding your hard length against his legs. You took in his warmth as your fingers continued to explore, finding his sweetest spot. You pressed deep and hard into his prostate, your other hand pulling the arousal from his length, and he moaned, once again unable to complete the poem.

Radiant and graceful, V arched his back against you. He let his head fall on your shoulder as he lifted his hands, fingers running through his raven-coloured hair. Ink splattered and his hair turned a ghostly white as he came undone, right there, beneath your hands. Each shameless moan and cry, a sweet symphony of velvet, honey and malted whiskey.

You felt him come down against you, a sound outside catching your attention, prompting you to look through the window. You grinned as Nightmare fell onto the street below, clearly confused as to why or how had it been summoned. With the tension partially broken, you laughed as you kept drawing V from his high.

“I’m thinking you’ve had enough now, my dear” you chuckled and turned him around so he was now facing you.

He wrapped his arms around your neck, and on his own volition, spread himself for you. So open. So willing. So... lascivious.

Despite your growing hunger, you guided your tip to his entrance with a measured pace, holding it just outside, for one delicious moment. With a single slow thrust, you buried yourself completely inside him.

V moaned your name and you silenced him with a kiss, your lips finally meeting.

Quick, needy thrusts took him. Your tongue met his as you relished in the sweetness of that warm, sinful mouth.

You placed your hands on his hips, breaking the kiss, holding him under you. He took one hand off your shoulders and pressed it against your chest. Edging on the brim of madness and desire, he let his head hang back, allowing himself to be completely ravished by you.

His warmth enveloped you, welcomed you. His muscles tensed around your length, pulling the pleasure out of you, his hips bucking to meet yours.

You gasped, now so close to the edge. Drunk with desire, you were addicted to this man, driven utterly mad by the mere thought of him.

Quicker, harsher, you were begging for him to pull you in, to accept every insatiable inch of you. As his hands wrapped themselves around your head, your neck, seeking some form of leverage, he took you in, allowing you to draw your pleasure from his very core. Thrust after thrust, pulling moans and gasps amidst languid words.

“I’m so close V...” You warned him.

“Come with me, my fair Wanderer,” V whispered into your ear.

And just with that, with those very words, you found yourself over the edge. You moaned into his snow-white hair, your hips bucking forward and into him. Your vision clouded, sounds muffled around you.

The pleasure overcame you. A sweet release. V pulled you closer, his nails digging into your back. Pressing against you, he greedily rode your pleasure until the peak of his own high. With eyes closed, back arched, a silent moan trapped in his throat, this sweet heavenly creature came completely undone.

Grace and beauty, pleasure and magic, honey and velvet. Every detail about this man was poetry, even his climax. And without abandon, you took it all.

As you felt yourself come down from your own high, you buried your nose in his hair, taking in his scent. The two of you remained in your embrace, basking in the afterglow. You chuckled into his soft milky hair, gently kissing it, trailing kisses down to swollen pink lips.

“I love you, V,” you whispered to his ear. “I love you so much.”

You felt V tighten his hold on you, burying his face into your shoulders before he reached out to you and kissed you, again, and again, and again. With hands cupping your face, his eyes locked onto yours. There was no need for words. Such sadness in his eyes, such longing, such love.

“Thou art all to me,” V whispered softly, eyes meeting yours.

Burning with an overwhelming tug in your heart, you squeezed him ever the tighter in your arms.

After a time, V left your embrace, kissed you softly on your shoulder, and gathered his clothes from the floor. He started to dress while you did the same. He grabbed the hardcover book as his eyes fell upon you with that familiar glow of mischief. As you extended your hand to him with a smile, he took it and you guided him to the couch to lay down with you.

Yes, the Qliphoth was raising havoc around the city. But a moment’s rest would not have made a difference to what was happening outside these crumbling walls.

Eventually, V fell asleep in the comfort of your embrace. As he slept, you found that you could not. These past months had been a chaos of emotions, from your first meeting, to your loving union.

You wanted to take in as much of him as you could, but you found that no matter how long you held him in your arms, no matter how much you looked upon him, it never felt like it was enough. Your fingers were gently playing with his hair as it turned slowly from white back into black. It was a clear sign that the Nightmare demon had been summoned back into the ink on his body. He was the most beautiful man you had ever met, and you loved him utterly so.

You reached for his book and opened it onto a poem, slowly reading it through, until one line in particular caught your attention.

“And we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love,” you read, and felt him stir ever so softly beside you.

You looked down at him and saw his green eyes watching you, drowsy exhaustion overcoming him. It was the kind of exhaustion you knew he would never be able to shake off.

“If I can live to love and protect you,” you whispered, “then it will be enough. If I should perish from it, I will have already fulfilled my purpose.”

He closed his eyes with a sigh, tightening his arms around you.

“HEY, DUMASSES! YOU GUYS PROPER?!” Nico’s voice erupted through the building, breaking the moment and causing you both to halt.

You groaned. “Ugh. Who called Nico?”

But you didn’t need an answer when your gaze caught sight of the godfucking bird on the windowsill. It grinned at you.

“We just fucked, right where you’re now sitting,” you grinned smugly back.

Griffon widened its eyes, looking down at the sill, lifting one claw before it flew off, as if disgusted.

You actually felt V laughing against you. “I take it we must leave?”

“Sadly, yes,” you shrugged, kissing his head again.

[hannie-dul-set]

aesthetic tag

tagged by: @lunatens luna tysm for tagging me!! :D i love doing these things hehe

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add 20 of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold :)

[soft] baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night

[dark academia] neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story

[edgy] closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks

[seventies] colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding

[preppy casual] collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

[parfaitjoon] old book smell | doodles of eyes | stained paint palettes | jewel tones | sleepy eyes and red noses | always blushed cheeks | plushies with sentimental value | keroppi | ever-switching aesthetics | chunky trainers | curvy bodies | blurry vision | analysing movies | shouting when excited | green eye shadow | cool fresh water | tiny frogs | thirst for knowledge | random facts

[dreamiehrs] playing Roblox for 3 hours straight | loud laugh that could probably make someone deaf | listening to music 24/7 | hot chocolate on a chilly day | skirts galore | cat lady | has 2 fans on at all times | hibernates during the summer (not literally) | binge watching tons of anime episodes in one day | dark circles underneath their eyes | is on Tumblr 24/7 | loves buying merch | does online shopping in the middle of class | cannot go 1 day without screaming about their faves | having a dance party in their bathroom while getting ready for the day | has an obsession with buying tiny plants | lowkey never goes outside | wanting to write the day away | has millions of lists for every little thing | cannot stop doing the Chika dance

[yayhei] tarot cards | dark makeup done in the soft styles | eyeliner smears | wearing hoodies unzipped with just a bra | vans | always having bruises | never leaves the house | herbs | staying up staring at the ceiling just because you cant sleep and not doing anything | tons of posters that you have up more for the aesthetic than for the band | shit ton of candles | products that you never use | sleeping during classes | getting detention for tapping on your desk after being asked to stop multiple times

[pastelsicheng] watching sunsets on the roof | rainy days inside | overachieving student though they say they aren’t a try hard | oversized and loose clothes | not knowing your shoe size | cold feet | scrolling through pretty/aesthetic pictures for hours trying to get some serotonin | having several dream jobs | making dumb jokes when youre delirious and tired | worn out clothes | baking on cool/rainy days | sleepless nights | thoughtless showers | short attention spans | shaky legs and fidgeting hands | messy handwriting | scribbled notes | listening to music with earbuds in the dead of night while everyone is sleeping and you can’t | the sound of wind rustling through grass and flowers | drives through the countryside with only trees, cows, horses, and farm houses in sight

[ggulovebot] fruit flavoured alcohol | black glittery eyeshadow | everchanging coloured hair | opening a window when it rains | crisp cold mornings | daydreaming on train rides | longing for a new life in a different country | cups and cups of coffee | chunky black boots with thick heels | sweet essential oils | cringey motivational quotes | a bigass bowl of pasta on a cold day | crying out of nowhere | sweet and tangy candy | trips to disneyworld | old faded polaroid pictures | little black dresses | big gym shorts | staying focused on one task for hours nonstop | doodling interesting words and song lyrics | keeping everything that sparks a memory | gummy bears | laughing at everything when you’re tired | caring too much | feeling the wind go through you | talking to plants | tabasco

[lunatens] orange juice 24/7 | swimming until you’re all wrinkly | lavender essential oil | procrastinating even for things you enjoy doing | late night drives | talking for hours under a cloudless night sky | reaching things on high shelves | sleeping in til the last possible minute | buying plants but never being able to keep them alive | ice cream and a walk by the river | pretty dungeons and dragons dice sets | listening to the waves and crickets on hot summer nights | mismatched socks and sandals | ancient latin | pointing out constellations and celestial objects | cherry chapstick | diy haircuts and colours | constantly lost in daydreams | smiling at strangers | brown sugar roasted milk tea with pearls

[hannie-dul-set] saying i love you every chance you get | multiple rings on both hands | smiling to yourself because of fond memories | staying up until the morning to study | heeled shoes | long flowy skirts | holding the hand of whoever’s beside you | high-pitched squealing  | piles and piles of unused notebooks | liptint every day | concerts in the shower | hyping yourself up in frontof the mirror | constantly pouting | praying before sleeping | covering your face when you laugh | fixing your glasses every minute | ink and paint marks on your hands | painting the day away | excessively sweet words |

this was a lot of fun wahaha, but it was kind difficult to think f aesthetics that weren’t already written :’> tagging @lamarkeu @joshva @starlightshua @sehunniepot @lcveletter but you don’t want to that’s totally fine :>

[adalhied-prime]

Haru and Baron for the Ship Meme too please :DDD

[ Ultimate Ship Meme (Not accepting) ]

(( sorry this is so late ))

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! (oh wait, it’s the tiny fandom) | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - In a happy AU, forever. Realistically, until Haru dies or Baron resuccumbs to his emotional constipation. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Haru had a crush from day one, Baron takes longer to admit his feelings to himself, and even then

How was their first kiss? - Short, but rather sweet considering it was a shut up kiss from Haru to Baron. Their next is even nicer. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Baron, though Haru was seriously thinking about it. 

Who is the best man/men? - Toto is Best Man and Muta and Lune are groomsmen, and Louise as groomswoman. Or, alternatively, Muta is Ring Bearer. 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Hiromi is Maid of Honor, and Yuki, and Persephone are bridesmaids. 

Who did the most planning? - Haru, considering this is a case where a on-the-fly plan (aka Baron’s specialty) won’t work. She also definitely enlists Persephone, Toto and Yuki’s help.

Who stressed the most? - Baron, probably.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Claudius the Cat King, though he’s allowed to send a gift. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - Baron usually, but sometimes Haru.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Haru does slightly more than Baron, but they’re about equal.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard  | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now 

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 (might try some stuff, but vanilla is perfectly fine for them) | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Umm, idk, a bit? Not hours, but it’s not over in five minutes either.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yes. 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - In Human AU, maybe one or two, probably a girl and a boy.

How many children will they adopt? - In canon, probably none, but maybe one, like a baby creation or something they raise together (is that a thing, idk maybe. It’s a tiny fandom, we can make up rules in the Discord server)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Probably Haru, Baron finding someway to sneak out of it. She makes him handle nighttime though, since he’s probably awake anyway.

Who is the stricter parent? - Probably Baron

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Haru, because she “don’t care if Daddy does it, you are not allowed to jump off the roof with the hope of landing on Toto’s back!”

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Haru.

Who is the more loved parent? - Haru, but not by too much.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Haru, though the couple times Baron attends them, most of the other moms try to either hit on him or half wonder how someone like Haru got such a catch.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Baron, though he’d probably deny it later.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Baron, though with the promise of Haru learning of the escapade and punishment when they get home.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Haru (being a human who needs sustenance), though Baron makes the tea

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Baron.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Haru

How often do they bake desserts? - Probably once or twice a week, if not for them then to keep Muta appeased on his visits. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Baron is more the meat eater, while Haru is vaguely vegetarian. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Both, though I think Haru does it first.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Haru

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Neither, they’re both pretty good cooks.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Baron, who likes to be organized (though his desk during a case would beg to differ).

Who is really against chores? - Haru, though she’s less against them entirely and more “I can let this slide an extra twenty minutes” and then it’s four hours later and she’s got to speed clean.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Neither, cause they don’t have pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Haru

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Haru

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Baron

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Baron

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - If they had one, it’d be Haru

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Just for Christmas, and nothing too fancy, just some fairy lights on the Bureau's  eves, a couple wreaths on the doors, and a tree and a few wreaths and ribbons inside.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Long haul, together as long as they can be.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Haru

Who plays the most pranks? - Haru

[intheheartofthematter]

Not that anyone cares anymore, but these both arrived today. 

The shadow box was supposed to be here Monday. It arrived in one day instead. Not that I’m complaining. I decided it’s best not to put it together before I move. I opened it, checked it out, no damage, looks like a keeper. So, it’s back in the box for now. And, I’m probably going to just take it easy this weekend, watch movies or Twilight Zone on Netflix. Yesterday morning, realizing too late, my left foot was weak and partially numb. I went to step off of my bed and it gave out on me, and twisted under, mostly the outer side, with my full weight coming down on it. I have a big goose egg right next to my ankle bone, but have been using an ice pack and taking 800mg of Ibuprofen every 4 hours, which is pretty much my norm as prescribed anyway, and the swelling is much improved today. I couldn’t walk on it yesterday. Any slight pressure on the foot and it would send shock waves through it. Well, pain radiating throughout my entire foot. Crutches would have come in handy. But, like I said, the swelling has decreased, so I don’t think I broke or fractured anything. But, quite possibly I ripped a tendon. Anyway, it’s best to stay off of it as much as possible this weekend, at least. I guess packing/things will have to wait.

Besides I don’t think Alexandria wants to move out of state now. T seems a little frustrated by it, too - when here and discussing everything. Her two sisters live in Palmdale and have been trying to convince her to move there. I don’t see why she’d want to when one of the pros of moving out of state was because of her sister’s dependence and use of her. She wanted to create some distance (as well as survive more easily with the cost of living). I keep telling her that if they don’t want to move out there now, let me know, so I can make it happen on my own. Then she reassures me they want to and will keep looking and working with the lender (he’s a dick). The lender keeps jacking her around, later only offering 1/3 of his initial guarantee as lowest, now he’s saying they won’t approve a purchase of a condo (cheaper than any house), and for some reason she won’t move on finding someone else. If we could get a little more we could look in a slightly higher price range with better luck... afford a decent house, a chance to actually find and purchase one because the investors tend to go for the ones in our current price range over slightly higher. And, I’m kinda disappointed that Alexandria didn’t call on a little house I asked her to call the realtor about yesterday, and it’s pending now, for the second time. It went back on the market Tuesday, and when they were here Wednesday night I told her about it, to call right away because a nice, ready to move in house, in an affordable price range for us poor folk, is hard to come by and that it would go fast! Sure enough... and all others in the price range are junk and I’m talking bad roofs, ceilings falling down, holes in walls, no appliances, no flooring or dirty carpet! This place has new tile flooring throughout, tall ceilings with skylights, a fireplace, newly remodeled kitchen with new appliances, a garage with a new washer and dryer, a big yard with a fire pit. It was only a 2 bed, 2 bath, but for the price, it was a nice starter house... with property space to build an addition later when we save or a nice investment to sell later to find a bigger home. I knew it would go faster than we could jump on it, but I thought we’d have half a chance if she called her realtor right away. Closely watching the market, I’m noticing that the nicer places are all being snagged and monopolized by investors to turn into rentals. It’s depressing. Everything.

Everything I say to her, to help, to advise what to say to the lender and realtor... I get a response like this, but she doesn’t. I’ll post some pics of the little house I’m talking about in a few. It’s not my favorite, but it was for what we could get right now! The yard could easily be weeded, etc. or pretty landscaping stone fill-in for the time being. The bedrooms have different new flooring. The garage could hold any storage, T’s weight machine, become an extra room of sorts. I should look for pics of the other houses in that range and share here. You’d be shocked by the difference. I prefer staying away from condos, because of pet policies, HOA dues, etc. But, if living alone, it would be okay. There are cute one bedroom condos in nice communities that I could get on my own. Two bedroom would be better, but more expensive, and I have to have some of my savings left over for living expenses, and furniture, a reliable used car (I sold mine after it was stolen/recovered damaged), and just getting set up before I figure out what to do to acquire income (could get a loan then). Like I said, I’d prefer something a little larger and nicer together, but with my share and their (current) minimal share combined, this is the Cadillac.

Approximates: Currently, property taxes out here for same size home is 10K. Out there only 1K. 1/10th the cost & home owners ins is low.

Oh, and on Wednesday, Alexandria’s lender also changed it up further (I think he’s doing it because she’s stalling, and can) saying that not only will they not approve a purchase of a condo now, but he would have to take my share, and add it to the total, charge interest on it combined! He is out of his mind! I know it can be worked out differently. I told her to talk to her realtor, because she’s been most helpful, and will probably help with a different lender for their share (seems their interest rates are just as low) and do up the paperwork right, where my basically 50%+ share/down payment doesn’t incur interest, too. That’s what I mean by he’s a dick! 

When we were first looking at the market, we were searching for places even higher in cost than the slightly above current affordability we’d like to get now. He told her to start looking with an estimate three times more than he’ll approve now... and nothing’s changed in between. In fact, they have more in their savings again from student grant money that just came in (tho he won’t count it, reasonable), but I understand a sudden increase in financials can look like a second loan and make it questionable... but, it’s not. They cut back on extra spending to save towards the move and received this semester’s student GRANTS, not loans, GRANTS! (He’s a dick!)

And T’s worried about me living out there alone. Yeah, it’s not ideal, but what choice do I have? I’m not going to end up desolate if I can help it! I need healthcare now, too! Moving to Palmdale will cost around $1500+ in rent, I still won’t have healthcare so I’ll be paying out of pocket, I’ll go through the money with no means to afford a home later, unless I can start a profitable home business, but that usually takes time to develop and get to that level, if successful... and I have no ideas right now. There’s just so much! I'll ask T to drive out with me, to help with my two cats while traveling, and to get set up, then fly back. I’ll pay the airfare. Cat-friendly one bedroom apartments are as low as $580. Hope to find one on a month-to-month basis, buy a reliable used car (I don’t want to tow one and plan to drive a small moving van out there.), then shop for a 1 bed condo with low HOA fees (most are between 38-55K), once I really know the different neighborhoods. I feel like I do now. I’ve researched, and scanned so many street views, and read up on all the info about everything of each neighborhood. There’s one neighborhood that I’d like to get into that’s affordable, but most residents stay put, and don’t sell. And, there’s one other nice neighborhood, hard to get into, that has a 3 bedroom townhouse for sale, still on market, and the HOA is only $100. a month. It needs touch-up work, but nothing major. It was just newly painted, with what they call designer colors, lol. But the kitchen cupboards need to be painted and I’d probably buy a new washer and dryer. But, pretty flooring, and new carpeting on the stairs and carpeted areas. It has a nice little fenced in yard with a covered patio, that has a back gate that leads to a sidewalk between townhomes, to walk to a path to a big, green park only a few blocks away. But, it’s considered a condo. It’s a little small... smaller rooms than the one above, but it would only be temporary if we all stick to our plan to work, save, and sell. But nothing’s working in my favor.

P.S. And I say two cats because Marozi is old and really sick, and no way I’m going to make him travel. I don’t want to have him put down, but it’s much closer to that time now, actually past time. It’s going to have to happen soon. I’m dreading it.

He has an autoimmune that won’t stay in remission now...

Happy #Caturday