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Part 2 of Lachesism! Lance

Hey guys! Since everyone has been asking for a part 2 for my lachesism I decided to continue it (also you guys are too sweet seriously)! I hope you enjoy it :)

You can find that post here : Part One

You can check out some of my other mini fics here


There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.

Lance’s eyes glowed a pale blue amidst the chaos of the black storm surrounding him. He almost seemed to stare at the team unseeingly, his eyes shining unnaturally. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked,”…What’s going on?” He didn’t reply, the only movement he made was the slow blink of his eyes. “Buddy, I need you to work with me ok? What is happening?” Shiro tried again, only to be greeted by silence. The team was beyond freaked out at this point, because where the Lance they knew? What was this, this thing in front of them?

“Lance you better knock it off! This isn’t funny man!” Hunk yelled, taking a step forward, “Let us help you!” 

Lance cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing. “Blue is someone here?”

If the team thought they were freaked out before, then damn, they were terrified right now. Lance’s voice was creepy, it was as if someone layered his voice a thousand times, each one seeming farther away than the one before it. 

“Can he not hear us?” Pidge whispered, her voice sounding smaller than usual. 

“Blue can you please tell Lance that we’re here to help?” Shiro asked, but the Blue Lion was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on Lance and Lance alone, who was now slowly standing up, the storm around him condensing to two black orbs that sat in each of his hands. 

“Whoever it is, can you please tell them to leave? I’ve almost got this part down! See,” Lance said, dispersing the two orbs into multiple orbs that circled his head,”I’m finally getting the hang of this thing!” The team stared at the menacing blackness that loomed over Lance, who seemed unaffected by the eerie energy it was giving off. 

“That’s it, the show is over,” Keith growled, stomping over to Lance determinedly.

“Keith no! We don’t know what’s going on!” Shiro shouted, reaching out for Keith, only to just miss him. He could only watch as Keith made his way to Lance and grabbed his arm. 

The movement above Lance’s head stopped as he turned to face Keith, his eyes still glowing that pale blue. 

“Snap out of it Lance! You need to tell us what’s going on!” Keith shouted, gripping Lance’s arm tighter. 

“Keith? W-what are you doing here?” Lance stuttered, his eyes going wide and his breath beginning to stiffen. “Blue? Why is he here?” He began to shake, the black orbs above him started to reform into a storm. “Y-you need to let go of me Keith. Y-you n-n-need to let go of me r-right now.”

“Like hell I am!” Keith yelled, “You need to let us help you Lance!”

He didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes gaining that unnatural glow to them once again. The hand touching Lance’s arm began to burn, causing Keith to let go briefly. The effect was already beginning, however, despite Keith letting go. Big fat tears welled up in his eyes and hole seemed to form in his chest, this aching feeling setting root within him. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m sorry Keith, I-I didn’t mean to give that to you, let me help ok? Let me just-” And just like that, the feeling was gone, contentment taking its place. Keith could only stare at Lance with his mouth open in shock. The glow began to dim from his eyes, returning them back to normal and the darkness practically vanished in moments. 

“How the hell did you just do that?!”

“Umm… what do you mean?” Lance asked, playing with his fingers. 

“What do I mean? How about the whole, my-emotions-just-went-from-fucking-depressed-to-sunshine-and-rainbows in two seconds??” Keith shouted, causing Lance to shrink into himself even more. 

“Um.. well you see-”

“Hold up, wait just a moment. What just happened. Like right now, in this moment, what is going on?? Because there was a huge storm above your head like a minute ago and now its gone??? You had glowing blue eyes and did something to Keith?? What is happenning?????” Hunk interrupted, stepping in between Lance and Keith. 

“Uhhh, well-”

“What the fucK?? Don’t give me that look Shiro, because I just watched some freaky shit happen. How did you even do that? When did you even start doing that? Could you always do that? What even is that? What-” Pidge rambled, gesturing around her as Lance refused to meet any of their eyes. 

“All right, how about we all give Lance some space ok? Let’s all go to the lounge and talk about this peacefully, alright?” Shiro intervened, going to place a hand on Lance’s shoulder before hesitating. “We’re going to need you to tell us what’s going on, ok Lance?”

Lance continued to stare at the floor, simply nodding before leaving the hangar. 


Lance was in a state a shock at the moment. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, what idiot lets their biggest secret get discovered that easily? He barely even put up a fight and now here he was, sitting in the lounge, about to explain to the team how much of a screw up he was. He let out a sigh and stared at the empty couches in front of him. Maybe he could just take their anger away so they wouldn’t kick him off the team?

No, that would just prove he’s more pathetic than he already was. For once, Lance wished he couldn’t feel, that all these dark emotions would disappear like he had done for others in the past. 

“Lance can you explain to all of us what happened in the hangar?”

Explain? 

“Well umm… I was practicing,” Lance said, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Practicing?” Allura questioned.

“Yeah I was practicing my…powers. Trying to make them stronger I guess.” He refused to meet anyones’ eyes, choosing to stare at his fingers instead.

“And what are these powers?” Shiro probed, leaning forward a bit,”What are you able to do?”

“I can, I can… control emotions. Not like that! Like I can take away emotions and kinda harvest them I guess? And replace the emotions I took away with different ones,” Lance clenched his fist, forcing himself to explain further to avoid having to look at his teamates, his friends. “I was trying to put them into a physical state, so I could use them in combat and just to get them out of me. I’ve never tested one of the orbs on someone, but I know if you were to touch one you’d feel all the emotion pent up in there.” He created a small one, reaching inside of himself for that energy that was always there, ignoring the slight gasp that came from Allura. Lance shrugged half-heartedly, “It’s something I’ve been able to do since I was fifteen.”

“Have you ever…took some of our emotions?” Hunk asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. 

“I uh…yes. I just, I couldn’t stand knowing you guys were upset and that I could do something about it. Everyday I could feel your emotions and I just felt so, so guilty that I wasn’t doing what I could to help!” Lance spit out bitterly, rubbing a hand through this hair. 

“Lance… you shouldn’t have done that. Those were our emotions and you shouldn’t just take them from us without even telling us!” Keith yelled, standing up, “You had no right to make that decision!”

Lance looked up at them all, his eyes beginning to glow once again. “What did you want me to do? J-just sit there and let you feel that pain, watch as it festered and boiled inside of you? How could I do that to a person, to my friends?” Lance clenched his fists, his eyes slowly turning to that pale blue color. “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”


Part Three

anonymous asked:

So I reading chapter 90 and just WOW!!!! Is all I have to say. I love that Deku says it can't be anyone but Kirishima. But can you explain that a little more please! But only if you have time.

The timestamp on this ask tells me I’ve been thinking about it for eight hours and right this moment I just decided, fuck it, the day after the anniversary sounds like a perfect moment to lose my shit over chapter 90 again, let’s do this

So the short answer in case you don’t have time for a trip through ninety chapters of the bnha manga is, Kirishima has with Bakugou a relationship unlike nearly anyone else, based on mutual trust and faith in each other’s strength and the firm understanding that neither of them is putting themselves above the other ever, and that made it so that in the group of people present at the moment Kirishima was the only one Bakugou would have willingly accepted help from, so that’s why it had to be him 

That’s some great foundation for a mutually respectful relationship if I’ve ever seen one and my heart weeps a lot 

BUT I said I was gonna cry about this properly so let’s do this let’s just go back to the beginning of the manga anon my pal I need you to understand why everything about that chapter has me in tears still even though it’s been a year and probably a thousand read-through’s

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Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

anonymous asked:

1/4 Hi, i read your post about Even being hypomanic and i need your opinion about this beucase you actually know about this disorder from your own experience. When I see Evak I can't stop thinking about it. I know that hypomania doesn't make you fall in love with someone but at the same time, if Even had been hypomanic (since like episode 4 imo) I can't stop this feeling that everythig he did (their first kiss or first sex) was driven by his hypomania and not by his feelings for Isak.

Hello anon,

I’m glad you’re asking me about this. I have bipolar (type II) and, although I’m not an authority figure on the topic (everyone’s experience with bipolar is different), I’ll try my best to explain my thoughts and interpretations of Even and his feelings for Isak in and outside of his hypo/manic episode.
I know there are other SKAM fans who have bipolar too and I hope they’ll feel free to chime in if they have anything to add to my answer.

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Dreams vs. Reality

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Summary: Castiel attempts to relieve you from the recurring dreams of a particular Winchester.

Warnings: Smut (Dom!Cas, slight orgasm delay, female receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering)

A/N: This has been sitting in my unfinished folder for months because I forgot about it. If you’re interested in being added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM. (Sometimes Tumblr doesn’t notify my of reblogs or comments.)

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You had been dating Castiel for some time now and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. You loved him more than anything and he made you extremely happy. Since being with Castiel, you knew you’d never want anyone else; unfortunately your subconscious didn’t get the memo.

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On Gray Taking Juvia More “Seriously”

Okay, so I know that this post is long overdue and that this matter has already been addressed thoroughly, especially in this awesome post by @rieriebee, whom I’d also like to thank for all her feedback and insight (Love ya, girlie! <3), but, in my defense, I was on hiatus when chapter 499 of FT had come out and never had the chance to share my thoughts until now. Besides, considering that we’re mere weeks away from the ending of the series and from seeing Gruvia and the other ships become canon, I suppose that now can also pass off as a slightly appropriate time for publishing this post. (Let’s just call this a bit of a reflection on Gruvia’s development and use it as an excuse to drown in our feels. Okay? Okay. >_> <_<)

As usual, I’ve placed the contents of this post under the cut, in order to avoid taking up too much room and so that people who’re uninterested can skip it. The usual disclaimer/warning that the contents of this post merely reflect my opinion and that, considering I expect to be treated with the same respect that I extend to others (in the event anyone disagrees), I won’t tolerate any hate applies here as well. 

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anonymous asked:

the question that I keep coming back to is: why wouldn't Jaime tell Cersei or Tyrion the truth about why he killed Aerys? Was it that they never questioned him? That they already loved him so he didn't feel the need to prove himself to them? Cersei especially I can't figure out, because how can he not have revealed his most defining moment to his "other half"?

Thanks for the question, anon.

First, I think that Jaime perceives himself as having managed to hold true to one  vow, and only one vow, in his life: keeping Aerys’s secret. And that secret is the extent of his madness and his villainy. It’s an odd small thing to us considering the ways in which he is already forsaken. Incest, cuckolding one king, slaying another. With Bran and his near murder of Arya, violence against the most innocent. So why should that one small, unbroken vow mean anything? Because it does. Because it’s the only one left.

So, it took a LOT for Jaime to finally break that vow. A year of imprisonment followed by extended torture and a complete breakdown in his identity. A spiritual death and rebirth - once again, bound together with a female “twin” - all this reduced him to that point.

But we also have to ask ourselves what Jaime was trying to get from Brienne in that moment and why not only was he worn down enough to ask for it but why she was the first person of his acquaintance from whom he could possibly get what he sought: a proper judge to hear his case.

Neither Tywin nor Cersei are proper judges. Neither of them understand vows. Tywin understands *deals*, but those aren’t the same thing. If we have a deal and you don’t hold up your end, I don’t have to hold up mine. But if I make a vow, swear an oath, and you break yours, I still have to hold up mine. So this isn’t something Tywin could possibly grasp, and if Jaime tried to explain, he’d consider it nonsense. Tywin thinks he knows why Jaime did it - family loyalty. And Tywin hates Jaime’s Kingsguard oaths, anyway.

Cersei, well…she doesn’t even understand deals, does she? She’ll promise anything in the moment with no thoughts whatsoever on how she’ll live up to it, because she has no plans to bother. See, there are two sides to their unofficial House motto: responsibility and revenge. Cersei gets revenge, but she hasn’t the first clue about responsibility.

And Tyrion, well…Tyrion understands Jaime enough to grasp what it meant to Jaime, but the little brother who hero-worships him isn’t a proper judge either. The only other possibility all these years has been Barristan, who is prejudiced, due to his own role in the crisis.

So, Jaime finds in Brienne someone whose honor is unimpeachable, and he pleads his case. What is it, exactly, that Jaime did to Aerys? Jaime could’ve held Aerys there and let someone else execute him. In that moment, Jaime was witness, judge, and executioner. Aerys didn’t die to prevent the destruction of King’s Landing. Rossart was already dead. Tywin was in the city. Jaime killed Aerys because the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. He looks him in his eye, hears his final words, and swings, because Aerys deserved to die. Not to save lives that were already saved, but as punishment for his crimes. 

What Jaime is asking for from Brienne, then, is for her to pass judgment on the rightness of the judgment he himself passed on Aerys. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? Well, by what right does the lion judge the dragon? Tell me, did he have the right to judge Aerys? Something Gerold Hightower told him explicitly that he had no right to do? So this is what he wants from Brienne. Curse him or kiss him or call him a liar. *Something*. 

He’s breaking the one vow he’s been able to keep so that someone with *good judgment* can finally be asked to evaluate *his* judgment. He hasn’t been able to trust his own judgment since all the grown men he thought were the finest in the realm told him his instinct to protect people from a tyrant was a wrong instinct. He’s been terrified all these years because he truly did not know if he did the right thing. Now he can trust himself again. This is what lets Jaime begin to move back to the land of the living, when for fifteen years he’s just been rotting away in limbo. Now he can think of himself as having saved 500,000 lives. 

He never asked anyone for this before Brienne because no one else he’d met could possibly have provided what he needed. 

bootyshakerkegrimm  asked:

I'm new to the blog and can't see anywhere on here about the ask box being closed, sorry in advance if the ask box is closed. Could you do hcs for Murdoc and 2D who have an s/o who can make really sexual jokes and stuff, but is actually a shy virgin?

Usually if you have the option to submit an ask it means the ask box is open. We just closed it so you got it in right on time! Apologies in advance if this posting turns out weird I’m not sure what my computer is doing to me today but I’ve already had to write this twice. Hopefully it’s as good as it was the first time! *nervous laughter*


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Happiness Can’t be Arranged, Chapter 8

When Richard (Robin’s dad) is invited to the Blanchard’s for the evening, Robin and Regina make the most of a rare chance to have the house all to themselves.

For @glindalovesshoes​ who requested Robin and Regina deciding to sleep in the same room in order to shut Robin’s father up about them not doing anything to provide him a grandchild.

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“Why do you love me?”
The question took the fallen angel by surprise. Not the question itself but the raw confusion that was underlying the words. Looking up from the book of lure, he seized his lover’s eyes and held them for what felt like an eternity.
He didn’t reply right away. Deciding instead to put thought into the answer. There were many things that he could’ve said right away but he knew that his communication, especially with said hunter, was very misconstrued more often than not. So he waited. Waited as his inner monologue screamed and whispered many things inside his mind. Only when it quieted did he part his lips.
“I have loved you since the moment my grace touched your soul in hell, though I did not know what it was to love back then. Many others have known about my love for you since the beginning, used it to manipulate because I was so clueless. And once it struck me, when I finally understood that what had been driving me for so long in this life, I never asked why.
“But if I must explain it… the only thing I can think of is because you’re beautiful.” Watching a single tear fall from the other man’s eye, Castiel took a deep breath and continued. “Beautiful in every sense of the word, and even beyond what humans define it as. You’re rough around the edges, tough to your foes but soft toward the ones you deem family, and you never back down from what is right in yourself. You drink to forget, an endearing quality not because it is an addiction but because you are smart enough to know that forgetting is more often than not the solution to pain. You keep fighting. You are brave in your quest to rid the world or evil and you only let the people you love see that you are breaking.
“And your soul, though you might think is tarnished and dark and beaten past beauty, is as breathtaking as the first flower blooming in spring. You have had me captivated since the moment I was able to see you, the real you, hidden under the layers of plaid. You’re strong and weak in all the right places that makes you the most noble of heroes.
“And you make me, a once callous soldier, feel my heart skip when you give me a smile.” Standing from his seat, Cas slowly makes his away around the table to kneel beside Dean’s seat. With a smile laced in tears, he reached up carefully to wipe the tears from his hunter’s eyes. “I love you because you are Dean Winchester. The only man in this world that makes sense to me and the only one that can give me the home I’ve been seeking for the entirety of my existence.”
Dean kept his sobs at bay as he shifted his reddening eyes towards his angel. With an almost grimace he was only able to whisper, “Cas”, before his eyes slammed shut and a sob racked his body.
Taking the other man in an embrace against his chest, Castiel pressed a kiss to Dean’s hair. “Never doubt nor forget that, Dean. You are and always will be my heaven and Earth.”

2skip  asked:

Chapter 31 (the church scene) of BLLB ends with Ronan being very angry. Why? This scene really bothers me, like I'm missing something important. He could be angry just because, but I don't think so. It's like this time, he's actually really hurt. Did the dream upset him? He almost seems ashamed (?), but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it and he's upset because he's Ronan Lynch. What do I know? He challenges us all to learn him again :) Thanks, Kat

Dear wolfwings7,

The short answer to this is he thought he didn’t have to feel that way anymore. 

The longer answer requires spoilers. 


Spoilers.


Spoilers.


Spoilers. 

Is that far enough? If you’re spoiled after this, it’s your own fault. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can I request a hc for Eren, Mikasa, and Armin for a blind s/o? They can be either in the military or not, but i can just picture them coming back home and their s/o feels their presence and instantly goes to hug them and cry because they missed them so much?? Thank you so much!! i have a half blind friend and she likes me reading a couple of stuff to her like this. (one eye can't see and the other one is slowly loosing it's sight :c)

Aw, what a lovely friend you are. I hope this does justice and that you and your friend like it! <3

Eren:

  • He is at the front of the line, desperate to get back in the walls to see his s/o because he needs to know they’re okay just as much as they need to know he is okay. 
  • His eyes are everywhere, scanning the crowd waiting to greet them, looking for that familiar color of hair and sweet face he knows all too well.
  • As soon as his gaze settles on their form he instantly feels his body relax and a smile grow on his lips. 
  • He’s not expecting them to even know which set of feet are his but as soon as he’s within earshot his s/o is turning to face him, tears brimming in their eyes and a smile tugging their lips upward.
  • They’re throwing their arms around his body before he even has a change to say hello, but he welcomes it eagerly, burying his face in their hair as they do the same to his neck.
  • “I missed you,” he’d whisper against the shell of their ear, feeling so grateful to be alive for one more day, one more opportunity to do exactly this.

Mikasa:

  • Mikasa is pretty eager to see her s/o, but she’s not letting it be seen as outwardly as Eren would. She is as nonchalant as ever as she enters the walls, but her eyes are definitely sifting across the various faces as she seeks the one she knows so well.
  • When she finds them, she doesn’t plan on an elaborate surprise. She’s near-silent and rather unenthused as she approaches them, figuring that she’s going to accidentally scare them with how quiet she’s being.
  • That’s not the case, though. As soon as she’s standing behind them she watches their body tense, every muscle freezing as they begin to realize the presence of the person they love most.
  • “So you made it back safe,” they would whisper, and Mikasa wouldn’t miss the sound of tears about to be shed. 
  • Mikasa would only give way to a simple affirming hum, slowly unwrapping her scarf from around her neck only to drape it casually around her s/o’s shoulders.
  • “You looked cold,” Mikasa would explain, before slowly sliding her hand down to take her s/o’s, pleased by the smile she’s elicited and glad to be back home.

Armin:

  • His s/o is practically all Armin can talk about on the ride back to the inner wall, sharing story after story with his teammates who are all too eager to hear about his s/o who has always been nothing but kind and sweet. He grins like an idiot as he thinks of them, as he speaks of them, practically bouncing on his seat like an excited child.
  • He manages to control himself as the wall grows nearer, but as soon as they’re inside he loses it again, jumping off his horse to begin running through the crowd in a desperate attempt to find them.
  • He’s short and it’s way more difficult than he thought but just when he’s about to give up a hand shoots out and grabs his arm, tugging him toward an abandoned alley. He’s about to freak out until his s/o is wrapping themselves around him, burying their face in his chest.
  • “I knew it was you,” they’d whisper, taking Armin’s hand in their own. “I could just tell.”
  • Armin doesn’t know how they’ve gained the extra sense, but he’s grateful nonetheless as he wraps his arms around them and inhales their familiar scent, realizing just how much he truly missed them.
  • “It’s nice to be home,” Armin speaks quietly, tightening his hold for just a minute, scared that if he lets go, the moment will end.
A Lonely Night

Summary: Post-Endgame. Kathryn runs, Chakotay follows. Somehow they end up at Lake George. 

Fog rolls across the bay, whispering over the water. The air is crisp, sharp. It hurts to breathe in as the chilled air touches the lungs of the only two people brave enough to be out this late into the fall.

Silence echoes around them, the breeze rustles the late-falling leaves on the ground causing them to roll over and past their feet, lightly touching over her heels and his boots.

They are standing so close now that it’s almost impossible to tell where he ends and she begins. Her petite and not-so-appropriate heels have splutters of mud on their expensive soles from the earlier rain. His slightly more modest shoes have lost their shine from the start of the evening.

But, that was hours ago, before they ended up here. Before she started yelling and running and he ended up following her from the transporter station at Lake George – the real one, this time – and eventually ending in him carrying her the final steps to the door of a long-forgotten lake house. Because she was cold, and her heels were sticking in the mud of a rarely-used track.

Because she’d stopped running. Finally.

Moonlight peeks out from amidst the fog, illuminating a thin strip of light over the frosty earth and up his back so that when she looks at him the raven hair has silver highlights that make him seem more distinguished. And she wants him even more now.

She scrapes an elegant, polished nail up the side of his face; whispers his name teasingly against the rough skin of his neck. She trails her lips after her finger, searching for his mouth and feeling him smile against her own when she finally meets her mark.

His hands grab at the thin material of her dress, fingers and palms digging tightly into the bones of her ribs, and down to her hips. He holds her firmly, back pressed up against the ancient wooden door and within his reach. Finally. Her own slim fingers slip between them, and work their way up to tangle in his hair that he hasn’t had time to cut since Voyager burst through the trans-warp hub three days ago.

Her hair comes a little bit loose from the extravagant up-do she’s been wearing all evening, and tendrils of auburn hair flutter over the stubble on his cheek. She leans closer still, hitching a leg around him - as much as she can against the tightness of her dress - and drags him into her. His fancy dinner jacket, once on her slim shoulders, falls free, pooling at the base of the door and getting caught in her heels.

She pauses a minute, resting a cold hand on his cheek, breath coming out in puffs in the cold. He inhales, deeply, raggedly and winces as it hurts his lungs. He whispers to her gently in the dark, both their minds clearing.

“What are we doing?”

His words are so soft that for a moment, her eyes slip closed, her skin tingling from his touch and his warm breath soothes her for a moment. The meaning of his words, and she recoils quickly, legs and hands dropping away instantly. She pushes roughly against his still-heaving chest.

“Chakotay?” she asks. Confusion settles in over his features, and he reaches out. She wants to move, but the solid door against her back prevents her from getting any further away. Her heart is beating wildly as the reality of what has just been started sets in.

He grips her waist, tugging her forward and to him again. Small hands rest on his bare forearms, the sleeves of his shirt still rolled from the moment he had to chase her out of the ballroom and down a dark, rainy road to the transporter station.

“Kathryn,” he breathes, still revealing in the feel of her slender fingers digging into the muscled flesh of his forearm. “What do we do now?”

Her words speak softly to him, settling in his bones even though her eyes, and his body tell him something entirely different.

“We can’t.”

They are the two most heartbreaking words he’ll ever hear her say. And, he’s heard them before, long ago on a planet light-years away with a monkey and a bathtub that he has never forgotten.

He lifts his hands away from her waist, stepping halfway back to allow her the space to move, to run, to turn around and disappear inside the cabin. He doesn’t know what she will do now. His breath catches and he stands rigidly still, waiting for her to make the next move.

Tears pool dangerously in her blue eyes, glinting softly in the moonlight. She lifts a pale hand to brush frozen fingers over her swollen lips from the taste of him against her.

She can’t remember how they got here, how they’ve reached this stage of nearly-naked against the door of her family’s cabin. Her mind is far too full with the feel and scent of him. The faint tinge of whiskey he’d been drinking at the ball still hints on her lips.

Her heart beats slower in her chest, a dull ache spreads outward at the loss of his touch and the sensation of his hands digging into soft flesh. She can feel her lips begin to bruise from his previously abandoned and insistent pressure.

His eyes are searching for hers in the dark, tears glistening against blue as the moonlight fades back behind the rolling fog. She resists the urge to reach out to him, to run a hand over his lined face and smooth the troubles away. Instead, she steels herself and tries to smile, failing miserably.

Without a word, he steps forward again, and her back hits the door with a dull thud. He bends down, touching his lips to her forehead and lingering there just a moment too long. His hand comes up, brushing away a loose curl and tucking it behind her ear, watching intently when she startles from the intimacy of the gesture.

“Kathryn, I need you.”

With four small words, she breaks down. Seven years of repressed feelings and hurt, and she leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder. Her long eyelashes flutter against the fabric of his shirt. She brings a hand around, snaking under the hem where she pulled it lose from his trousers earlier, and running a chilly hand over the smooth planes of his stomach. Goose-bumps form on his skin, and she grips him just that little bit tighter.

He reaches around, pulling pins from her hair and weaving his fingers between the strands when she doesn’t move away. It’s getting longer again, just the way he likes it, and his fingertips massage her scalp lightly as pin after pin clatter to the frosty ground.

The wind picks up, ever so slightly, and leaves rustle further about their feet again as she whispers the next words. The hand, not holding her delicate head, rests above her on the wooden door frame. His hands are bigger and stronger than she ever remembers.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” she implores, eyes shining bright with the knowledge that she wishes she didn’t have.

He looks into her eyes, blinking slowly and drinking her in. Because he’ll never forget her like this, hair slightly mussed from his fingers and lips swollen from his kisses.

“I think,” he murmurs. “I’m still in love with you, and I don’t know how to stop.”

The fog from the night before has given way to incessant rain by the following morning. It hammers against the ancient windows of the cabin, and the curtains are wide open, if only so that the grey light can filter through into the room and make their actions seem a little less shameful.

From where he is curled on the bed, he can vaguely make out the boat in the bay, bobbing on Lake George and he makes a promise to himself that before the day is out he will go sailing. Because the real thing can never compare to his last experience on the holodeck.

And, finally, unlike the last time they sailed on Lake George, he has kissed her.

“Morning,” he says, voice still thick with sleep. He runs a finger down a slender cheek, tracing the hollow point of her bones and trailing along the strong line of her jaw. He smiles as her eyes slip closed, and she shudders against his touch.

She untangles herself from the sheet, sitting up slowly as his arm winds its way around her tiny waist.

“Is it?” she asks slowly, blinking around. Her eyes flick to the window, looking at the dreary day outside, and settling on the tiny boat.

She sighs deeply as he leans in, whispering words against her ear with a smile. “It’s raining.”

Humming an affirmation, she pulls back slightly and looks at him. Her expression tells him instantly that she isn’t really interested in the weather outside, or his vague attempt at alluding to activities that are better off undertaken inside. “We have to talk about this.”

The silence in the room stretches on, and he spares a glance at the old-fashioned clock on the wall. The small hand ticking the seconds away is suddenly mesmerising, and he can almost forget that she’s spoken the words that he fears the most.

“We do,” he concedes eventually, when she fails to say anything else.  

“There is someone you need to see,” she says, and it’s almost too calm. He can’t really believe that her anger from the previous night would have dissipated so easily. Because she’s never been the type to have emotions kissed away, and one day he is going to have to explain himself, and why he chose to run after her and not his date.

But, he is so caught up in the feel of her, and the taste still on his lips that he can’t help himself as he pushes against her, stealing another kiss. She glides back down to the mattress with ease, and he succeeds in leaving them both breathless. His tongue traces her bottom lip, making her sigh and relax with heavy eyes.

“Is this really how it’s going to be?” she says, and it’s almost so defeated that he can’t bear to hear the words.

“No,” he says, loudly now. Because he means it, and he isn’t going to let her go just because he hasn’t said goodbye to someone he shouldn’t have ever said hello to. Even though the unspoken figure in the room who had been his date to the ball, has blonde hair - like all his past loves - and he knows deep down that this red-head has captured him.

And that is what he craves.

Her eyes open a little more, and she watches him in the silence, save for the heavy rain still splattering against the window pane.

“I’ll fix this,” he promises.

A tongue darts out to lick at her lips, still slightly purple and bruised from the night before. “I know,” she says simply, trusting.

“I have to go.”

He untangles his arm from her waist, and presses a chaste kiss to her open mouth. He feels it right down to his groin when she sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth and he so wishes he could stay her, with her, and forget the outside world.

But, he has to fix this, and he’ll be damned if she runs away from him again.

Shrugging her shoulders, she sits up again and pulls the sheet higher around her. He can see the fine goose-bumps mottling her perfect skin, her body betraying how much she needs him beside her, channelling warmth. It’s still cold outside and they didn’t make the time to work out the old-fashioned heating system just yet.

Gathering up his pants, he pulls them on slowly, deliberately, watching her watch his every move. He grabs his shirt from the chair by the window, facing away from her and making sure to button it up ever so slowly. He’s not even sure where he left his jacket.

“You’ll be back,” she states, confidently, when he is finished dressing and faces her again. She stretches back down, letting the sheet slip ever so slightly as she rolls over, tucking an arm up under her head.

It isn’t something he can ever deny her, not like this, and he smiles his affirmation before quickly leaving the room. He knows if he doesn’t go now, he never will. The rustling of sheets grow quiet as he moves further away from the bedroom. Some part of his brain is mildly aware of what they’ve just done, of the consequences.

But it’s completely overshadowed by the senses and emotions still welling up in him, and whatever is left of his brain post-Kathryn Janeway is wandering aimlessly as he treads back up the squelchy path to the transport station, their footprints from the previous night now washed away by the relentless rain.

And when he finally makes it to the station, ordering the technician to send him back to San Francisco, he still thinks of her, curled up in the sheets, seeking the warmth he’d left behind in the imprint of the mattress so close to where she lay.

When he finally tells Seven of Nine that their relationship is over before it really began, all he can think about is getting back to her, the feel of her small hands pressing with need into his chest, and the taste of her mouth on his lips. When he makes it back to the cabin, standing at the threshold once again soaked with rain, he sighs against the wooden door.

He turns the antique handle on the door, wincing at the creaking of the hinges and she is standing there, smiling hesitantly, wrapped in a thin blanket and watching him with cautious eyes. He can’t help but smile back, a little breathlessly because he ran from the station and because she is still there, waiting for him.

And because finally, she put her complete trust in him.

“You made it,” she says eventually.

He’s never been so thankful to keep a promise in all of his life. In a second he is across the room, standing in front of her with a crease in his brow because she sounds so small and vulnerable and he wants hold her until the world outside goes away.

She swallows roughly, the corner of her mouth sagging a little when he doesn’t answer her. Doesn’t move. Her feet shift, bare feet padding softly on the floorboards.

“I did,” he breathes, and he steps closer. Arms pull her in, the blanket falling a little from her shoulders and she feels cold, like she’s been waiting all this time for him to breathe life back into her and make her feel again. She whispers something against the skin of his neck, but he doesn’t catch it, and he thinks it’s probably something close to the three words he’s been longing to hear her say for years.

He holds her close, breathing her in. The curls in her hair from the night before have started to straighten, and the stunning make-up that drew his eyes to her in the first place has begun to smudge a little but he doesn’t care one bit. She’ll always be beautiful to him, and he’ll never be able to let her go.

Because he will never, ever get sick of this woman.

“Baby girl, I loved you on a lonely night, oh.” – ‘A Lonely Night’: The Weeknd [Playlist]

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This is an amazing Knock Out/Breakdown yandere fic that my friend wrote for me via private message, and I just had to share with you all!  :D :D :D  (Put under the cut do to length.) 

Summary:  When Knock Out and Breakdown spot human reader walking in the woods late at night, they follow them hoping to discover the location of the Autobot base, but end up discovering something far more surprising instead…

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drugsbust  asked:

main 2 things that have been bugging me about the john's dream tfp theory: so how does john know about redbeard? and if eurus shot him wouldn't that imply that both she and the events of t6t and tld actually happened? cause i'm an emp supporter lol, and i can't see any of s4 being "real" (the glowing skull painting, everyone being ooc, water imagery, etc) and if we were suddenly to enter john's mind, then that means the events leading up to it would have to have actually happened.

1. Thank you so much for your incredible meta! I love this fandom like crazy. 2. According to the theory that TFP is John’s near-the-death dream… How can we explain this - when Sherlock found out that “Eurus killed Viktor” we hear her words about deep water and see the shots of TGG pool and (!) Reichenbach fall from TAB? Why this piece of Sherlock’s MP in John’s dream? I stuck on this…

LOVE theory of TFP being in John’s mind after he is shot! So is it Eurus that still kills him? I’ve read metas where it explains Eurus and Sherlock are the same person, so then Eurus doesn’t really exist..? But she still shoots John? Or is this in John’s min while we are still in Sherlocks MP on the HLV plane? Kind of MP inception or something? :)

so I thought I would compile these 3 asks here cause they’re all basically asking the same thing. <3

So, here’s where I’m at right now: to me a ‘Garridebs’ minisode would be the most likely way of hiding a secret ‘4th episode.’

1) It doesn’t have to be long, it could take place during the suspicious “missing 10 minutes” from John’s therapy appointment as I say here, like a Series 4 version of Many Happy Returns. 

2) The fact that I think the ending of The Lying Detective is an allusion to the James Bond ‘red’ title screen (see here) gives us a clue that this is going into John’s point of view, because of his watching Bond films. To me this also explains Moriarty’s weird “red alert/klingons/cowboys/Darth Vader” line (see here)- they’re all allusions to things John would have watched on T.V.

3) The way Mycroft is acting apparently out of character to me is explained away by this being from John’s PoV- John doesn’t think Mycroft is impressive at all, see here

 I still do like/ have written this being a dream from Sherlock’s PoV, but I’m warming to John’s version of TAB much more now because it parallels how Sherlock ended up creating TAB:

  • Sherlock is faced with a mystery: Moriarty’s ‘miss me’ message. Overwhelmed by the drugs he is taking, he loses consciousness and retreats into his mind, and invents TAB- his mind seemingly focused on solving that mystery. Except, rather than this really solving the Moriarty thing, the whole thing is dependent on him and John being together“There’s always two of us.”
  • John is faced with a mystery: Sherlock has a secret sister. He gets shot, loses consciousness from the pain and retreats into his mind, and invents TFP- his mind seemingly focused on solving that mystery. Except, rather than solving the Eurus thing (too many loose ends), the whole thing ends with John and Sherlock back in 221B.

In my opinion, this is why we are faced with a literal ‘dangling Garridebs’ scene in TFP (I can’t believe I actually typed that haha @waitedforgarridebs): it’s a clue that the real Garridebs moment going on behind the scenes is left ‘dangling’, unresolved. John is stuck in limbo, waiting for Sherlock to save him.

And his mind fixes on the last thing he was told: that Sherlock has a secret sister. He is left reeling, trying to come up with explanations. This explains the major loose thread at the beginning of TFP: we gloss past and ignore the “mutual friend” who gave Eurus Faith’s note because John still doesn’t know this. 

So, what about Redbeard? I still think John doesn’t know who/what Redbeard exactly is. All he has to go on is Sherlock’s reaction to Magnussen saying “Redbeard” in HLV. So, what does he do? I’m going to quote @marcespot here:

I think because clever–oh so clever– John, figures out what many of us have been speculating. That Sherlock just cannot be this traumatized over a dog, it is painful, yes, but a grown man still not over the loss of a dog? He saw the look on Sherlock’s face when Magnussen brought it up. It can’t be a dog. It just can’t, and John is always right. Remember John was very invested in Henry’s trauma in THoB, tellling Dr. Mortimer: “because I have another friend who might be having the same problem.” Henry had replaced the memory of a murderous man for that of a dog because he couldn’t cope. John made his deductions. Remember John announcing in TLD “I’m gonna make a deduction”. He deduced Mycroft must’ve had made up a lie to protect Sherlock from some horrible truth… why not the death of Sherlock’s only special childhood friend. Note how John equates himself with Victor because the whole point is that he thinks that’s the reason why Sherlock grew up under that imposed ‘conceal don’t feel’ lifestyle, which had to be born out of a trauma because John knows Sherlock, and how emotional, friendly and in need for a companion he is. He literally told Sherlock he needs to get himself a romantic partner! Some great loss must’ve happened for Sherlock to develop any kind of issue with interpersonal relationships, and ever choosing to put on the sociopath façade. (x)

And here’s the thing: this could both mean that John has got very close to the truth (that Redbeard is Sherlock’s past “great loss” or even love)… but to me it also explains why the Holmes family background seemed so weird and contradictory in TFP. We know that behind their facades, Mycroft and Sherlock are “ordinary”, we even have TEH show us how very ordinary Sherlock’s “lovely Mum and Dad” are.

So, why the change to this odd big Holmes mansion cliché? (x) Because John the writer, with his imagination and his adoration for Sherlock, is left reeling from the Eurus reveal. He’s trying to explain it, and to do so he simply has to go back to Sherlock’s childhood. And John is a Romantic so of course Sherlock would have this epic childhood backstory, of course John would imagine him as little Sherlock the Pirate off on adventures, after hearing Mycroft’s “Initially he wanted to be a pirate” quip. And the fact that Mycroft’s description of “the ancestral home” (there was always honey for tea) is an ALLUSION TO A POEM BY RUPERT BROOKE… just makes me think of the poet John, writing unspoken things on his laptop. Poetry or truth, John? He makes Sherlock into a Gothic Hero, and gives him a grand ancestral home, because to John Sherlock is so extraordinary, so everything around him would be, too.

magnolia-chico  asked:

Do you know any good inukag fanfics where inuyasha can't control his jealousy? I LOVE your blog btw❤️

Originally posted by inukagstuff

Wow like one of my favorite tropes ever. Gosh. There are so many I don’t know where to begin. Hmm I’m not sure what constitutes as ‘can’t control his jealousy’ but I do know of fics where he is jealous!!

What am I Supposed to Say? by Ai2000 is a cute oneshot!

Cuddles by FireTigerSoul THIS IS SO FLUFFY!! THIS IS LIKE THE BBEST THING EVER

Jealous by Ayster I know I know  but because you asked for jealous Inuyasha this fic just popped up in my head. I mean I know it’s popular and stuff. VERY NSFW and very OOC IMO. I still enjoy it a lot!~

Finders Keepers by RainFlame this is an adorable oneshot. I just LOVE Inuyasha jealous over Kagome’s attention in general. What a needy guy XD

TouchofPixieDust is QUEEN of making me feel the torment Inuyasha goes through when even another guy looks her way. And how his low self esteem is his own worst enemy sometimes. 
I Don’t Belong Here it’s a small moment in this oneshot. But it’s powerful IMO. At least to me. She only says it in passing but Inuyasha has selective hearing and that’s all he cares about. 
Mirror Images and Touching Mirror Images Inuyasha is at an all time low for his self esteem. Well he has the resignation that Kagome has to go back and yet he gets to angry and then very sulky. AAH it’s hard to explain without fangirling and telling you all my feelings. Inuyasha’s part is pretty subtle but they are moments that stand out to me and I LIVE for them. 
Kagome’s Baby LOL just read the first few chapters after Kagome announces to the group she’s having a baby and it’s not hers. He’s about to kill someone. (it’s not what you think this fic XD) 
Mine First IDK what it’s about a needy Inuyasha that’s so Kagome-centeric but it has me so weak. 
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Okay but when he finds out what the game means he’s so worried. 
A Moments Hesitation please oh god. When Inuyasha decides to take a step back in her life and then he thinks over how he doesn’t deserves her yet he can’t live without seeing her everyday. He stomach churns at the thought of her being with someone else yet…he doesn’t deserve that life. It hurts so goooood.
(Is it obvious I’m deep in love with this author? Cause she can do no wrong and her stuff is gold. All of it. Now I could keep going cause talking about her fics never gets old to me but this list is getting long XD) 

Give Me Love - an InuKagAU by EnelyaTheSmall the whole plot is set into motion because of his jealousy. 

A Sealed Fate by ajoy3 is one of my favorite fics and because there’s another guy involved Inuyasha doesn’t take it well. I suggest reading it cause it makes my heart hurt and yet I’ve never loved more. 

He’s My Girl by Karaumea makes me laugh because he gets so jealous and there’s nothing he can do about it but try to make the other guy look bad. 

And thank you!! I’m so glad you like my blog! I’m so honored aufha;skghljg

Cancer Woman, Aquarius Man

An Aquarian man longs for affection just like anyone else, but he’ll struggle violently against being dunked, like a donut, in an ocean of it. Too much soggy possessiveness stifles his need for the fresh air of freedom of expression. He’ll certainly appreciate the flattering attention he receives from the Moon Maiden, but when that attention threatens to curb his independent research of the world and nearly everyone in it, he’ll become stubborn - or he’ll clam up and coast away.

He needs to fly free, and he can do without being dampened by Saturnine pessimism while he’s flying. His odd behavior may perplex the Cancerian girl into tears. He’ll often act as though he doesn’t even know she’s there, let alone that she’s weeping - then if she’s missing at the very moment he wants a baked Alaska, or has lost a shoestring and needs her to find it, he’ll be more than a little upset. It’s her fault. She’s the one who got him accustomed to her baked Alaskas and steamed veggies, and she’s spoiled him equally in the shoestring department. It also disturbs her when he tries to pry into her secrets. Even when she has no secrets. Sometimes she’s just quiet for no reason, her thoughts racing with the Moon, and he tries to race along beside her. But she’d really rather be alone on such flights - or at least she needs her companion to hold her hand in silent sympathy, not startle her with questions.

You can see that each of them prefers that the other doesn’t intrude upon his (or her) flying habits. Joining is all right, but not interfering. If she can learn not to try to restrict his urges to mingle with the masses and hike alone now and then - and he can learn to pry more gently into her secret place of dreams - at least half of their troubles will have been overcome.

A Lunar lady has a near compulsion to “mother” the man she loves. This man will think it’s neat to be mothered, at any chronological age at all, but she should be warned that mothering an Aquarian male can be a full-time job - at any age. Whether this man is five or fifty, twenty or two hundred, he needs a lot of mothering. Just so the Moon Maid who loves him doesn’t get the word “mothering" confused with the word "smothering.”

The Cancer lady who has chaotically cast herself within the general auric orb of the Water Bearer should resign herself to skipping through Wonderland with him, if not geographically, then at least mentally. If not mentally, then emotionally. If she’s “lucky,” it will be all three. Actually, when it’s analyzed carefully, it doesn’t make all that much difference whether her attitude toward his comings and goings with his many friends is strict or permissive, since neither attitude will make much impression on him. Oddly, the older an Aquarian man grows, the more Fixed his habits become, very gradually - yet the older a Cancerian woman grows, the more wistful she often becomes about visiting those faraway places of her girlhood dreams. It’s a situation calling for compromise. I don’t want to mislead the Moon Maid. When I said the Uranus male changes as he grows older, I didn’t mean to leave the impression that he’ll ever become quite as normal as the neighbors. He’ll still remain a little wacky, he’ll just be a touch more Fixed in his wackiness.

There will be times when she thinks he verges on peculiar, but usually the girl Crab will find the Water Bearer lots of fun. Her sense of humor is one of her lovelier traits, and might even be what attracted him to her in the first place. (Since she has a feeling for the ridiculous, her feeling for him is certainly logical enough.) He loves the way her smile ripples like a quiet stream, then bursts into a waterfall of merry, madcap laughter. And undeniably, her feminine secrecy intrigues him. Her moods may puzzle, even madden him, at times, but if he really tries, he can synchronize his metabolism to hers. After all, he’s a mental Air Sign and therefore more adaptable than lots of other people.

He’ll seem, in some way, elusive, just beyond her grasp somehow… and she’ll also find him physically appealing in a way she can't easily explain. There’s an undeniable sexual attraction between these two. A powerful chemistry draws them from the beginning. For he was born under a masculine sign, ruled by the also masculine Uranus - she was born under a feminine sign, ruled by the also very feminine Moon. Astrology’s warning to the double masculine men and double feminine women is to beware of the natural tendency for the “strong” to domineer the allegedly “weak,” bringing with it the danger of a trace of the sadistic and the masochistic. But there’s more likelihood in this case that the roles could be reversed, because the “double feminine” influence of the Moon Maid is also Cardinal. She may appear to be a submissive angel of docility, but I wouldn’t take any bets on who rules the roost if I were you. Of course, an Aquarian man will be ruled just so long, then leave the roost. However, if she can blend her feminine qualities with his masculine ones, and vice versa, so that each contains a happy combination of negative-positive in his or her approach to life and to each other… especially in their approach to sex… they’ll enjoy their lovemaking immensely, because it will bring them such peace and contentment. It’s a rare Moon Maiden and Water Bearer who don’t value their sexual union as a very special experience. She brings out in him a depth of tenderness he might not have known he possessed. And he arouses in her a wildness of passion she kept hidden, until him, like a touch of abandoned Moon madness. He murmurs a magic mantra to her with a single glance, like a lightning bolt. She hears it… as the Full Moon hears the thunderous sound of silently swelling, gathering waves long before they crash against the ocean’s shore… and she answers with a matching glance. No wonder their sexual Oneness is unique and unpredictable, potentially so deep and fulfilling, especially when their Luminaries are in harmony between their birth charts.

These two will constantly challenge each other in strange and haunted ways, inexplicably interwoven with the powerfully magnetic vibrations of the Moon and Uranus… through the eloquence of unspoken messages in their eyes. Neither of them is above using a spell to bind the other. He’ll think he can escape, but her delicate mist holds him with its beckoning secrets. She’ll think she can run away from the sometimes pain of love, but he’ll hold her fast with the sheer compulsion of his indefinable mystery.

~ Linda Goodman’s Love Signs

@chronicemotionalzucchini: There. :-)

Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction
****TRIGGER WARNING****  This imagine includes self harm and suicide references. It is not meant to romanticise either thing in anyway, and if you are going through either of these things, please feel free to message me anytime. Um yeah so I wrote this imagine because I was reading some other ones and got inspired, plus there’s nothing better to do between midnight and five in the morning. I’ve never written one before, so tell me if it’s really bad, Everything’s Not Alright:
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So this is it. I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. I want to phone for help. No, this is what’s best for everyone. I look over to where the note I scrawled earlier lies in the sink, along with the blood stained blade that was clasped in my hand until my hand was too weak to grip it, and it fell on top of my note to Vic. I didn’t want the note make me sound weak, or attention seeking, or selfish, or anything really, I just had to explain. He deserved that at least.  It wasn’t that I thought he’s miss me. I mean, it would shock him, and he would be upset initially. But he could do better. He could do so much better - everyone could. They’d all be better off without me.  So I kept the note simple. ‘Vic,I know you must have some understanding of how I feel, I hear you sing about this kind of thing a lot, I know how you’ve felt, and I’m so glad that’s all behind you now. You’re gonna do so great baby, you’ve still got so much left to give, and I don’t want to hold you back. I can’t hold you back. And that’s why it’s okay that I go. Please don’t feel like you should’ve done something, because I want you to know that you did. You did everything. You were the one person who made me feel beautiful once again. Even if it was just temporarily.I love you so much, and if I mean anything to you, sorry but I’ve made up my mind x’ The pills have begun to kick in, I feel so drowsy now, barely able to keep my eyes open, or focus my mind clearly on anything. Although there is one thing that keeps re-surfacing. I can’t help remembering Vic’s face, when he saw my cuts for the first time, after he came back from a gig one night. I think he genuinely cared. Have I done the right thing? Should I not have taken them? No, it’s okay, he’ll be okay. He’s strong, and he doesn’t need something like me holding him back. He almost didn’t play his show tonight because he’d been worried about me. Well that will be okay now, he won’t have to worry again. He’ll be free. I’ll be free. I’m in that twilight zone now. I’m not     quite            here.  I can hear my heart beat, getting louder and louder. Or is it footsteps coming up the stairs?  Crash. The sound of the bathroom door slamming into the wall behind it made it clear. Vic was home. Shit. I’d hoped to not have to be awake when he got back, but as soon as he came into view, my brain welcomed the image of his soft face.  ’Fuck. Babe, what’ve you done? Wha’. He whispered, because his voice wasn’t quite there. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before his trembling lip lead to a full break down into tears. He leant over me, placed an arm beneath my knees, and one behind my back and left arm, and scooped me up and out of the empty bath, clutching me close.  My drowsy eyes looked up into his, I recognised the desperation. When he spoke this time, it was barely audible, but easy to read on his lips. 'Why?’.  As he came close to breaking down again, I could feel his body quivering underneath me. He lay me down on the floor softly, before the quivering became more rapid, and he started shaking uncontrollably. *Vic’s Point of View* I couldn’t control my breathing, it was rapid and uneven. Why had she done this to herself? How had she done this? How had she carved so many deep cuts into her beautiful body?  Looking around for help, my eyes found the empty pill bottle that had been flung across the floor. As the adrenaline pumped through my body, I sat her up and pressed my fingers to the back of her throat, but she was too drowsy to react. I can’t give up. I begin to pat her increasingly harder on the back, and ram my fingers towards the back of her throat this time. I hesitate for a split second each time I do it, I don’t want to hurt her, I can’t stand being so forceful to something so delicate, but there’s no other way, she needs this to stay alive. I look down at her with such desperation, and yet again force my fingers deep into her mouth, and this time she gags. With sign of hope, I quickly repeat my actions, and finally she wretches, bringing up the contents of her stomach.  *Normal Point of View*  I suddenly begin to feel a lot more real, like I’ve been pulled back into the world. Why? Why did he do this? Couldn’t he see that this was what was best for him? I couldn’t have him constantly worrying about me when I wasn’t with him, that’s no life, and he deserved better. So why would he do this?  He’s still being quite rough with me, after I finish gaging, he cleans me up and lifts me to sit on the edge of the bath, resting me against the wall for the brief moment he turns his back on me, his hand never leaving mine. With his other hand, he quickly reaches into the cupboard and grabs a bottle, spins back round and empties the contents onto my arms, thighs and sides. The pain that had begun to fade with the drowsiness gushes back through my body, into each individual gash. My body jumps as I tense up and yell out in pain, but he grabs me and pulls me in close. After the initial flood of pain subsides, I relax my body a little, and Vic leans me back up against the wall. He says something as he rushes out of the bathroom, but I don’t pay much attention. I feel so exhausted and weak, emotionally and physically. I close my eyes. Vic comes racing back into the room with a huge roll of soft white bandages, and, more gently this time, approaches me and begins to lift my arm and wrap it carefully. Each time I wince he pauses and looks at me apologetically, and each time I give him a weak smile, to let him know I’m okay.  He tends to each part of my torn flesh, then, being careful to avoid touching any of the wounded areas, he lifts me and carries me through to our bedroom.  He lies me down, pulls the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, then wraps my body with his, gently kissing the back of my head. I close my eyes, and fall asleep almost immediately. The few times I wake up, I look around, panicked, but Vic’s still right there, wide awake, holding me tight. The next day, I wake up late in the afternoon, and hear Vic talking to someone downstairs, he sounds as though he’s crying. By the time I gather up the strength to sit up, and get out of bed, Vic has come in, his phone in his hand.  I smile at him, and he rushes over and sits me back down, he can see I’m trembling with the effort of standing.  'Who was that on the phone?’ I ask. 'Oh, you heard? I wasn’t sure that you were awake.’ 'I only heard you just as you were hanging up’. He looks at the floor, then up at me. 'It was Tony,’ he says, 'he says he’s coming over to see how you are. He was, uh, devistated when I told him.’ 'You told Tony?!’ I wasn’t annoyed at Vic, but Tony had been my best friend since we were kids, and he’s already dealt with enough of my shit. 'All the guys knew what I suspected when I left the gig last night, I’m sorry. I did try and tell him you probably wouldn’t be up for seeing anyone, but he said he had to see you. He sounded desperate.’ 'It’s okay Vic, it’ll be okay seeing him. I guess I’ll have to clean myself up a bit then’, I say, as I glance in the mirror on the wall. 'I look like utter shit.’ He’s about to say something, when I stand up, and with all the strength I can gather, walk across to my dressing table, and pick up my hairbrush. I begin to lift the brush to my head, but my arms feel so heavy today. Seeing me struggle, Vic comes over. 'Here,’ he says, as he sits me down on the floor at the end of the bed, and he sits on the bed. Then he carefully takes the loose bun which he must have tied last night, unties the band, and begins to brush my hair gently. I let my head fall back onto his lap as he continues to brush my hair slowly, and after a while, I feel him begin to tremble. Although I’m facing away from him, I can feel him crying. Here it comes. 'Why did you do it babe?!’ he blurts out. I begin to tremble as well, and tears fill my eyes, but I remain silent. 'I don’t… I can’t… I mean… What if I’d got home five minutes later? What if you’d taken the pills five minutes earlier? What if you’d done something that killed you instantly? I just can’t help thinking about all these what ifs!’ I want to say something, I want to explain, but I can’t. The back of my throat starts to sting, and no words come out. But then, all of a sudden, my words find me again.  'I couldn’t do it anymore! I couldn’t live my life watching you be, well, you, and know that you had to put up with me everyday. You’re beyond perfect and I don’t even compare to you, and if you weren’t going to let me break up with you for your own sake, I had to find another way of freeing you!'  His hands had stopped brushing my hair now, and he pulls his legs up into his chest and rests his head into his knees. It was obvious he was in floods of tears, but I couldn’t face him, I couldn’t see him like that, it would break me. 'You don’t need to be perfect, because you’re perfect for me! I don’t go out with you because I feel sorry for you, or because I feel like I can’t break up with you, or because you’re best friends with Tony, or for any other reason, it because I’m so fucking deeply, madly, stupidly in love with you okay?!’ He was yelling pretty loud, and he realises. His voice becomes more gentle as he slides down onto the floor next to me, and touches my cheek for me to look at him. 'I’m so fucking in love with you, and I couldn’t live if anything happened to you.’ 'I’m sorry,’ I whisper through my tears, and he pulls me in close and presses his face against mine. *A couple of hours later*  The doorbell rings, and Vic gets up from lying behind me on the sofa. I hear him unlatch the door, and as soon as it opens, Tony throws himself into Vic’s arms, giving him a reassuring hug. Their hug lasts for at least a minute, then I hear Tony ask where I am. He runs through to the sitting room doorway, where he sees me, and stops. We make eye contact, and I can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks across the room, and as I sit up, he flings himself around me. I wince as the cuts in my body twinge, but smile. He holds me tight, like he has so many times before, then, when he eventually pulls back, looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. 'Im so glad you’re okay’. He kisses me on the forehead, then rejoins Vic, who was stood watching from the doorway.  As I lie back down, I can hear them talking in the kitchen, they both sound so emotional, I can’t believe I did this to them.  That night in bed, I roll over to face Vic, who’s eyes are closed, but I know he is awake.  'I love you so much.’ I whisper. His eyes remain closed, but he smiles. 'I love you too babe, more than you could ever imagine.’
Song Mino Scenario #14 “The side chick”

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You been in a relationship with Mino for four months now. Everything is perfect. Even though at the beginning you were scared of dating an idol. Things got better every day.

You were at Mino’s house just chillin, when someone knocks the door “Can you open the door? Babe” he says. He was making a work call “Sure! It must be the food”.

You took your wallet and opened the door. But it wasn’t your food.

A beautiful girl was standing there “Oh! Sorry I thought it was the food… May I help you?” you smiled at her.

“I can’t believe this is happening” she says, and looks at you up and down smiling angrily. “Who are you?” you ask.

The way she’s looking at you is frightening you can feel her hate.

“I’m Mino’s girlfriend!”

You couldn’t believe what she just said. You’re still in shock when Mino appears behind you “Is there a prob…” he totally froze when he saw her.

“So this is the girl?!” she’s talking to him.

“What is going on?… Mino?!” you were trying to process all of that.


“You’re a slut, and also stupid… I’M HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!” she steps inside the apartment.

“We’ve been together for a year… so there’s no way! You’re not going to ruin this!”

Her words hurt you. But the fact that Mino was standing there without saying anything was the thing that totally breaks your heart.

After you left, you felt empty. Like there was nothing left of you.

When you get to your room you tossed your phone away and you laid down on bed. You cried that night like never before, sobbing loudly as soon as reality hits you again.

You can stand the pain. The memories, all those beautiful memories that bring you happiness back then, are the ones breaking your heart right now.

Every single detail came to your mind; every time he was late, every time he was too busy or too tired. You’re putting the pieces together and all makes sense now.

But what hurts the most is that he was totally different from the man you once loved. Every promise he made, every “I love you” and “I’ll never hurt you”, just empty words. All was a lie… a fucking lie.

You keep telling yourself you shouldn’t feel like this over him. He was the one who lied, he was the one who broke his promise… he was the one cheating on you.

You buried your head on your pillow hoping to fall asleep as quickly as possible, giving you a break from this hell…

You heard someone knocking at your door.

You barely sleep… your eyes are swollen for all the amount of tears you let out that night. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was the window and it was pitch black outside what means you slept for a couple of hours.

The worst thing that could happen actually happen… you heard Mino’s voice at the other side of the door.

“Y/N!!!” he was knocking the door strong enough so all the building could hear him. “I know you’re there…” he says.

Y/N: What do you want?!

M: I just want to talk to you

Y/N: There’s nothing left to say!

M: Open the door please

Y/N: …

*He started knocking the door again but even louder.

M: I’m not going!

Y/N: …

M: Open the door!

Y/N: …

You were worried about all the noise he was making. You didn’t want to be in troubles with your neighbors so against your will you decided to open the door.

You open the door just enough to see him. “Please just let me explain!” he was standing at the door “You have a minute and then you have to leave” but you’re not moving.

“Can I come in?” he asked you “No!” you said firmly.

At first he sighed frustrated but then he pushed the door in a fast move.

Once he’s in your apartment he tries to reach your hand “Don’t you dare touch me!” you move away. Tears are falling from his eyes.


“I just need to know why?” you said. “And this time tell me the truth”

“I was… I was dating this person because I truly loved her, but then…” he sighed “Then you appeared and changed everything… I fell in love with you.”

He looks at you and then continued.

“At the beginning when we were knowing each other I was afraid to tell you I had a girlfriend, because I didn’t want to lose my chance with you. Then when I decided that I wanted to be with you things got really bad with her so I was afraid of her reaction. I cared for her because she was important to me, we lived a lot of things so I couldn’t just leave her like that…”

“So your solution was to stay with both” you look at him contemptuously.

“No! I was waiting for her to dump me…” he says and you just shook your head.


For a few moments you’re just staring at each other before you broke the silence “I should’ve listened to the people who told me this wouldn’t work”. He can’t even look at you.

“Loving you was the worst thing that ever happened to me… I regret it so much!” you said crying.

He sobbed “Please… don’t… don’t say that” he’s crying.

You took a deep breath before you said “I think is time for you to leave”. He didn’t say a single word.

You walked to the door, opened it and by making a gesture with your hand you asked him to leave. He walks to the door but instead of walking out he stayed by your side and shuts the door.

“I don’t want to lose you” he strokes your face but you move your head aside. “You can’t lose something you never actually had” you wiped your tears.

Y/N: To me this never existed

M: But it happened!

Y/N: No! Cause you weren’t being honest with me. You lied to me since the beginning!

M: …

Y/N: The saddest thing is that I WAS THE SIDE CHICK!

M: Y/N…

Y/N: All this time without even notice it. I must be so stupid!

M: I didn’t mean… I was… just…

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*Mino can’t control himself, he is crying so much. He can’t speak properly.

Y/N: I don’t wanna see you again…

M: No! I can't… please… just…

Y/N: It hurts so much, please just, leave me alone… that’s the least you can do after what you did

M: …


“I love you I really do” he says when he was leaving, and he look at you one last time. But just before you close the door you said “You should never hurt the one you love”.


A couple days after that night, you received a message from him:

I have no excuse for what I did and saying sorry is not enough. But if you could forgive me and if you’re willing to start over… I’ll make it up to you. I promise that things will be different this time.

I wish I could turn back time. I hate myself for not be the man you deserve.

I know it may be difficult to believe right now, but I really do love you and I’ll never truly love anyone the way I love you. Now I realize what I had and how much I have lost.

I know I’m asking too much, but I really can’t imagine my life without you anymore.

Please remember all the good times and experiences we’ve shared together.

Whatever you decide, I will always love you.

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It’s been a week since that happened and you haven’t decided yet if you’re going to talk to him again. You still love him but what he did to you… is something you can’t forget easily.

anonymous asked:

I have a kind of specific request, I just really think this idea is cute. Bokuto develops this crush on a girl who volunteers/works at a conservatory with the Birds of Prey. Like she catalogues the injuries and helps with rehabilitation, but also handles/ trains education birds that can't be released. Like Bo finds her really cute with her khaki button up and an owl on her arm, and he always finds a reason to see her. Idk, maybe she doesn't know his name but remembers his stunning owl eyes.

//I have a friend who actually looks after animals esp with birds of prey. The owl is based on a true owl. In this scenario I’m actually gonna have him be a volunteer too. Also fyi owls eat dead babu chicks so I guess forewarning on that?

Crush.

More like crush my heart, though a young teenage boy. Instead of sweeping out the emergency zone, he pondered to himself and chatted to the sickly animals who cooed lightly in response. Every time Sunday rolled around, Bokuto Koutarou would be unable to contain his excitement. He would sweep his mother into his arms for a hug, being ever so loving. He would give his father a super on purpose big sloppy kiss on the cheek and he would be out of the house. Every Sunday (and when he’s free), he volunteers for an animal conservatory which specialises of Birds of Prey. At the beginning he was interested in the owls, which he still is, but there was a certain specimen he was interested in. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t help but adore her. (Name) was in charge usually, since she lives right around the corner. She’s around his age and also a volunteer, but she came in more often than he did.

Sauntering in with a big smile on his face, he would greet the others and especially (Name). Of course he had never introduced himself properly, he just presumed his nature would be infectious… However, it wasn’t the case for (Name). Today a simple sentence that took the spirits right out of him.

“Sorry, what’s your name again?”

The words echoed in his mind while he attempted to clean out the small shed. The owls continued to coo at him while he felt sorry for himself. He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, feeling his happiness fly out of the window. Eventually he had the whole place cleaned out, including the cages. Feeling better and very proud of how clean everything was, he went to stroke one of the birds again.

“Hiya buddy. How’re you doing today? Feeling any better?”

Just as the words left his mouth, the door opened slowly. (Name) poked her head in, gently opening the door some more. She closed the door and began inspecting the little ones. A blush tainted his face as he couldn’t find the words to speak to her. After all, he would never have thought after what she said, they would be here… Together… Alone. Together.

“Nice work,”

(Name) observed, looking around the small enclosure,

“Never thought that this place would ever be this clean.”

“Ah yeah! I worked hard”

“Yeah, you did.”

Silence continued. Koutarou struggled to form sentences, trying to initiate a conversation was harder than expected. He watched her quietly whisper to the owls who answered her back with their light tweets.

“Soon these guys should be able to go back into the wild. Luckily they’ve only got small sprains.”

More silence, more blushing. With an awkward laugh, Koutarou agreed. He shifted around uncomfortably, still not finding a subject to talk to her about.

“I, uh. S-since I’m finished with this, do you want any help or anything else done?”

“Hm… Yeah I will need help. Have you ever fed them?”

“Uh nope. Usually I help clean their cages and stuff.”

“Well today’s your unlucky day.”

(Name) ushered him out and they put on some clean gloves. Curious, Koutarou noticed she was talking more, probably to help him with his sudden inability to start conversations. She talked about how she was excited to release some of the birds, what work she has left and her favourites. The whole time he just nodded and smiled at her, admiring how passionate she was. Also how adorable she was in her cute work outfit, even though it was probably just old clothes she suited it to a T. Snapping out of his daydream of how cute she was, she shoved a bucket in his hands.

“What”

He looked into the bucket and his stomach flipped. Little dead baby chicks.

“What”

He repeated, not even hiding his disgust. (Name) giggled a little, enjoying his initial shock.

“I told you it was your unlucky day”

As they walked to each of the enclosures and cages, she explained what the owls ate and how they fed them. She doesn’t usually let volunteers help feed them, but today was an exception since not many people showed up.

“Anyway, everyone is easy to feed, since most are sleeping… But the biggest problem is the ones at the back, especially Erberus. You cannot turn your back on him, like one bit. Which makes it hard to feed him obviously.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you turn your back on him, he will attack.”

“What? Are you serious? How are you going to feed him?”

“I’ll explain soon, but for now let’s feed the easier ones”

With that, Koutarou found it easier to be himself. As he thought before, (Name) was a good person. She kept the conversation flowing, she felt warm and she was in tune with his humour. His heart felt like it made leaps today and he couldn’t help but feel like pumping the air with happiness.

“Okay here we are,”

(Name) said with her hands on her hips,

“What we’re going to do is walk back to back. I’ll go in and leave some chicks on the table as per usual, but you will keep ahold of me and walk us back. Get it?”

“Yup!”

He replied happily. But what he didn’t expect was how nerve wrecking it actually was. It really wasn’t about the owl, but it was how close they were. Their backs pressed together and holding each other’s hands, something that Koutarou would never have predicted. Part of the experience it was really embarrassing but he enjoyed it, the other part made him sad that it happened so quickly.

As they neared the gate, Koutarou tripped, accidentally pulling (Name) along with him. He stopped himself from falling flat on his face and caught (Name) by the waist, making sure she doesn’t fall as well. For a second they both stared at each other, until they both realised she was still in his arms. Then they heard Erberus, who had been staring at them the entire time. He had his wings raised as if he was ready to pounce. Scurrying out through the gate and locking it, they both sighed in relief. Then they burst out laughing.

As they quietened down, (Name) thanked Koutarou.

“Thanks, it’s always difficult to deal with him.”

“It’s no problem, I’d love to help out again”

“Well… Uh, I’ll take you up on that offer. But first, what’s your name?”

Koutarou felt his heart and confidence deflate. After all this time, he thought, thinking that there was something positive coming from this experience. (Name) continued, realising how awful she sounded,

“I mean, I never caught your name. I just always referred to you as Big Erberus… Mainly because you’s both have very similar eyes and your hair reminds me of his feathers.”

“You… Noticed me?”

“Of course, but I’m sorry. I’m awful with names.”

“Bokuto Koutarou, I hope you’ll remember me this time”

“I know I will this time”

(Name) excused herself and said she would see him back at the office area, Koutarou lingered on the thought of her. Finally, by himself, he began to whoop and cheer fist pumping the air and just being all round happy. Then he turned around to face Erberus who leered at him, the golden owl eyes glaring. Koutarou beamed at the animal and thanked it for having a horrible personality.

“Are you okay?”

(Name) said, suddenly appearing behind him.

“W-What?”

His face turned tomato red, unsure of how to explain the situation to her. She giggled as she dragged him back, telling him not to spook the animals with his cheers anymore.