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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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tw. manipulation, anal, misuse of power, brat taming, degradation, little choking & spit, possessive tsumu, creampie, corruption, virginity kink, praise wordcount. 3.6k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the fucking amazinggg @bisexualturtledove ♡ thank you so so much for commissioning me again mY lOVEEE it loved getting to write tsumu again!! you’ve been just tHE bEST and agGGHHH i really hope you enjoy it!! mwuah

miya atsumu x fem!reader

Miya Atsumu might just be a God among men. That’s what you think the first time you catch his eyes when waiting in line after a game, with shaking hands. He’s shining even against the bright spots of the gym hall, standing a head or even two taller than most of the passersby. Even among the other giants that patiently sign volleyballs and people’s leaflets, you only have eyes from the radiant setter that sends sparks down your whole body when he looks up. Looks up and seem to glance straight at you, with those eyes that look like molten amber.

The line both -can’t go fast enough, and be any longer- all at once, because you feel like you’re suffocating with each step towards him. When it gets to your turn, you’re already smiling before he even speaks, and Atsumu’s infectious charisma basically hits you in the face full force afterward. He gives you a little doubletake as he takes your paper and talks, voice all low and seductive— not that you’d imagine Miya Atsumu flirting with you of all people, and swears up and down to remember your name.

“Yer a Miya fan?” Atsumu is quick to point at your jersey number with the back of his marker, and laughs when you nervously fidget with your hair in an attempt to save yourself.

“Well— if I had to pick a favorite of the current lineup, yeah,” you settle on admitting, and bite your lip.

“Just the current lineup?”

“I- I mean- not, not like- I just meant that I enjoy every play you make. I d- didn’t mean anything by it.” It only makes him giddier, has him leaning in some.

The toothy smile on his handsome face is so enchanting you barely notice you’re leaning in to hear every word. “Is it bad, that just makes me want to be yer favorite of all the lineups now?” You have no way of answering that, and he knows it, because he continues. “I’ll play my very best next time, sweetheart. Promise.” He uncaps the marker and winks, looking at you like you’re the only person in the room— and it fucks with your brain. Short circuiting it even more. “Come back to tell me if it changes next match, yeah?”

Before you can say anything, he puts the paper aside to take a gentle hold on your face, long fingers softly brushing a few stray hairs away. He signs your cheek instead, his focused face much too close for your brain to have any way of processing it. And grins when pulling back, bright like the sun, then he squeezes your hand. It feels like an eternity passes before the security is ushering you away. You only realize after two more —increasingly risky places to sign—

Miya Atsumu is absolutely flirting with you, of all people.

It’s still crazy how things fall into place after that. Though you no longer have the jitters when seeing him, it’s just as much a shock when he’s kissing down your throat. It’s dark as you two stumble into his apartment with tangled limbs, tossing off his practice jacket like he can’t have you fast enough. Still a bit clumsy so early in the relationship, you can’t help but giggle as he clings to you while he kicks off a shoe and gets back to your body to kiss you silly— stealing your breath in the process. His tongue is sweet against yours, and makes your entire body feel heated.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull back and eagerly help you take off your top, staring for a few seconds before he’s back to you. On you, more like. “Yer so fuckin’ cute, ya know that?” he pants against your collarbones, kicking away your shirt somewhere towards the door as he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you in place against him. You’re more than glad to. His blond hair lays messed up on his forehead, still damp from a shower as he traces those long fingers along your sides, shoving up your bra. As you reach to take it off he circles your nipples with practiced precision, letting you shiver from the touch before kissing all over them too.

“Tsumu- I—agh,” your whiny beg is interrupted when he leaves a love bite right under it, looking up through those thick lashes.

“My cute, amazin’ girlfriend,” he coos with a smile, before straightening and grabbing two hands of ass to walk you backwards towards the bed, grin turning a bit sharper, eager. “So fuckin’ pretty. Ya know what y’need, baby? Care ta tell me? I love hearin’ you.” The way he looks at you sends even more heat to your pussy, feeling so scrutinized under his eyes, and under the way his hands grab at your ass like it’s his favorite thing. “Say my name again.” He lets you wrap your hand around his neck to pull you close, watches you enrapt as you suck your lip, leaning in.

“Want you— so bad, want’you to fuck me, Tsumu.” He looks as if he doesn’t want to miss a single second, and smiles wide while hovering your lips. You run your fingers through his undercut until you reach hair you can grab and tug a little, and groans against your mouth at the feeling. “Atsumu, please. Please. Want you, hurry up.” It’s not the begging that makes him click his tongue, but your petulant attitude as he suddenly lifts you by your thighs and tosses you into the bed, placing both hands beside your head to hang his muscular, tall body over you.

“Greedy little thing, ain’t ya?” He dips to kiss down your chest again, over your tits, your belly, then slowly drags your skirt and underwear down. With motions so excessively slow, that it makes you want to roll your eyes, and you allow yourself to beg for him under your breath. Atsumu notices when you try to lock your legs behind his thighs to pull him closer though, and stops midway undressing to grab your ankle and place a kiss there too. He trails his fingers up your leg to pinch at the inside of your thigh, lifting a brow. “Stop bitchin’ and take it how I give it to ya, brat.” It’s a direct order that sends unfair amounts of heat to your pussy, you can’t help it.

Your body is strung so tight you’re halfway to crying if he doesn’t hurry it the hell up. All the teasing in the car ride here would be enough to drive any sane person a bit frazzled. Still, if it was anyone else, you’d probably feel embarrassed about being this needy. But your skin tingles when he releases your thigh to pull your panties up over your feet and tosses it too, spreading you open to allow himself room between your legs. He’s still in a shirt and shorts, while you’re now naked before him— something that you pout about, grabbing at the fabric to pull it. “Off,” you ask, and your greek statue of a boyfriend breathes a hum.

“Ya’ll get nowhere without a please.”

“Off, please,” you repeat with a frown for him, nudging it up for him to take off— and he obliges, but not before giving you a look. One you can’t quite read, all you know is that it’s dark and heavy and he licks his lips when coming back to you. “Tsum—” He kisses you hard as you fall back in the bed, moaning at the greedy, possessive kisses, at the way he sucks your tongue too. Large hands that grab at every part he can get to, and having your whole body needy for more. Your pussy clenches with need for him, fighting the urge to lock your legs around him again.

“When ya act like a spoiled brat, it makes me wanna punish ya like one,” he breathes the words against your mouth, reaching under you to grab your hair and pull your head back to expose your throat, where he starts kissing even more. All over the sensitive skin he’s been bruising up all week— it makes you moan despite yourself, and suck in a sharp breath. “Keep goin’ and see what happens.” But you shake your head when he sucks hard at a particularly sore spot, and wrap your arms under his. “No? Ya don’t wanna play?”

You fall silent to think of an answer, and Tsumu grins as he trails his fingers down your torso to get to your pussy. You swallow, and moan. “I— I just- want you. Want you inside me, please. Please? I won’t act up, I swear.” The long hum that he lets out feels far from a real agreement, but he’s too busy staring at the way his fingers glisten when he swipes them through your wetness, listening to the lewd noises each time his fingers barely push in. It’s excruciating, and you grab at his strong arm while you throw your hand back. “Atsumu~ god, f-fuck.”

“Didn’t even hafta do anythin’, ha? Look at this needy cunt, already dripping. Fangirl cunt trying to get ruined by her favorite?” There’s a slight flush high on his cheeks as he gives you a slow up and down again, grabbing your boobs to give them a little tap and pinching your nipples hard, so good it makes your legs twitch. You want him. You want him now, and it’s near unbearable to keep your mouth shut. “Ya like me this much?” he coos, and this time you nod obediently, though a whimper follows it when he pushes two thick fingers inside your cunt with a smile. “How’s that? Feel good? Hurt?”

“You’re big- r-really big—all of you is,” you choke, no show needed as you let out a deep breath when he pulls back and curls them into you again, “but good. Feels so good. Holy- fu-uck Tsumu, hurry it up please.” He spreads his fingers to stretch you out nice and easy, pulling more slick out of your cunt onto his fingers, his hand and wrist. “Tsumu~” you’re already moaning again by the time he places his free hand on your throat and applies just enough pressure to keep you lightheaded.

“Gotta stretch this cunt out, or ya’ll hurt,” he nods his head dramatically up and down to your own shaking head, and places his thumb onto your clit with small circles. “Uhuh, ‘n I don’t want’ya complaining ‘bout it after.”

“It won’t hurt—” you try though, and it won’t. You’re drenching the sheets under you with your wetness, enough to make his entire hand glisten as he pulls back. But your boyfriend suddenly places his hand next to your face to lean back over you, and looks deep into your eyes. His deep ochre eyes are narrowed when he bites his lip, and pushes his fingers with your own slick between your lips.

“Yer not—” he seems to think for a moment, before clicking his tongue as you suck obediently around his fingers. “I’m not yer first?” The question flicks up at the end, like he’s— like he’s disappointed. “No- I just figured-,” he sighs out, “ya’d save yerself for me.” You let his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. Despite the heat burning on your chest and face, and the sweat on your neck, you feel like you’ve been doused with cold water with how he’s looking at you now. It’s not anger or disappointment, but definitely something. “I wanted ta stretch this pretty pussy out for the first time, y’know. Spent the entire time thinkin’ about it, how good ya’d look.”

It’s weird. You should feel offended by the comments, but this is Tsumu. The Miya Atsumu, rock hard straining against his boxers, and perfectly sculpted body still hanging over you like he’s dying to fuck you up and down on his cock. He’s close enough for you to feel his cock twitch against you, and still taste him on your tongue. He leans in with a little pout, sliding his lips along your pulse point when his free hand starts toying with your clit again. “Ahh, fuckin’ bummer, hm? I was dyin’ to make you cum on my cock,” he whispers, low and promising, “would’a made ya feel so good.”

“Dontcha think?” he continues as his lips come back to yours, open mouthed kisses bringing your itching brain back to the moment. And as you let him rub your clit so good your toes curl, you keep thinking so loud. It is a bummer. He’s back to you though, back to sucking on your tits and then moving to kneel between your legs to lock his mouth around your cunt instead. His swift tongue licking up the length of it, alternating patiently between soft, long licks and a harder sucking that has you gripping his head. “Hmm- that’s- tha’s it, baby- feel good?” You hum back, nod and moan all at once as he slides two fingers smoothly back into your clenching pussy.

Bummer. You grab your own tits with your free hand, toying with the hardened buds until you can feel your orgasm start to build tight in your belly. It wraps around you with every noisy smack from between your legs, every panted coo. “My pretty girl— gonna give’t to me? Give me this, c’mon.” The sound of his voice between your ears is loud and pressing, making your closed eyes flash with the idea of him. Him pushing you against a wall, of you two on the bed with hands linked. Him, taking your virginity. Your legs clench around his face and you moan, Tsumu letting out a pleased chuckle at your reactions.

The Miya Atsumu fucking you for the first time. Even if you didn’t mean to, your body betrays how close you are with every touch, every curl into the soft spot of your walls. He’s relentless as he fucks his tongue into you, hiking your thighs higher onto his wide shoulders to make you cling to him. “G’na give it to ya better than anyone.” Your legs clamp against his back with a long whine of his name, every muscle pulling tight. And then you suddenly bite your lip as black comes over your vision and you cum hard on his tongue, on his fingers.

As he finger fucks you through your orgasm until your spasming cunt is sucking back on his tongue for come. “Ah-gh-Ts-tsumu, ohh-fuck, fuck, fuck.” But all you can really think is that— you want to give him more. Want to give something you can’t. He gets from between your legs to scoot you back on the bed and dips it with his weight, grabs your chin to place a few greedy kisses full on your mouth. He pushes his boxers down toned thighs to reveal his hard, leaking cock to you with a grin. You knew he was big, but the heavy balls and thumping vein along the underside make you want to have him so much more. An unbearable amount. He grabs himself at the base with a deep sigh.

“Ahh, fuck.” As he strokes his cock a few times, keeping you transfixed on the glossy bead of precum that sits on the flushed head— “Let me fuck you to another. Hah, doll?” You are still panting and your pussy so needy, but there’s so much on your mind. You nod though, wrap your arms around him to shudder as his cock is rubbed between your legs with slow, teasing motions. He pushes the head in to make you bite your lip, and Atsumu notices. “What’s wrong, needy girl? Don’t want me ta stretch this needy cunt to yer max?”

“I want,” you start, only to stop halfway and give him a teary eyed look, “wanna— give you- m-my first.” You shiver as you say it, sucking the sweetness from your tongue as you wrap one leg around his glutes to keep him closer to you. Not that he budges much. Your boyfriend stares at you with those lidded eyes for a second or two, before a self-satisfied smile tugs his mouth up.

“Yeah? Ya wanna be my little slut to ruin for anyone else?”

You’re nodding before you know it, slick pussy clenching around the head he pulls back out of you. “Please, please— want to.”

Tsumu sucks his teeth as he looks down, and trails his fingers down your pussy again. He lowers his voice enough to barely let you hear it. “Knew ya’d wanna. My little fangirl girlfriend.” It’s said with so much sickening affection that you mewl at the soft kiss he gives you, then grins even wider against your lips. “Yer so sweet, baby. Such a smart girl.” The wetness of your cunt drips down your skin and ass, where he rubs his fingers in slow circles. It feels weird- making heat rise to your entire face. “What about here? D’ya ever—”

“Never-” you quickly breathe back, feeling your nipples pebble and spine straighten at the pressure to your puckered hole. “You- can be my first. If you want,” you mumble, and Atsumu grins wider.

“G’na let me deflower yer spare hole?” He pushes until his finger enters and your breathing hitches, urging you to relax with slow motions. It feels good, really good— eyes starting to water from the stretch. “We can pretend it’s yer first time. So, so wet for me; look at ya.” When one finger slides in and out smoothly, you put your tongue between your teeth to watch as his cock bobs between his thighs. Taking his fat, throbbing cock now seems a lot more intense- considering. A second finger pushes at your hole, slowly opening you up, and more wetness drips down to it.

“Ah, agh, T-ah-tsumu.”

He gives a toothy grin when glancing at your face, and nods. “Uhuh, feel good, don’it. You look like yer enjoyin’ that.” It does. The soreness of stretching so wide is overridden by how good it feels to have his fingers sliding in and out against the resistance, and you slowly hum. Before you can really get used to the feeling he pulls back and grips his cock though, giving a few more pumps to push out more pre. “Spread yer legs,” he says, and hauls you to move your legs over his thighs, “there. My pretty slut- how lucky are you? Getting yer favorite ta fuck yer clenching, little hole.”

The hot, unbearable feeling travels down your chest and to your belly as he presses his cock to your ass, and pushes against the resistance. You’re slick enough for it to stetch instantly, but not without throwing your head back at the intrusion. “O-oh, hol-y fuck. Hm-ugh,” you only notice you’re crying and shaking when Tsumu giggles at it, slowly pushing in one inch at a time.

“Aw, baby. Yer doin’ so well- fuck-” His hand comes back to your throat to squeeze it, making your voice even smaller and more pitched as he bottoms out and his thighs clap against your ass with a loud groan. “Fucking tight, shit.” His other hand reaches to rub your clit until you take a deep breath and relax, finally allowing him to pull back and slide back in. And at the first thrust, you’re eyes are crossing. It’s impossible not to, with how far inside he feels— like you can feel it in your throat. Atsumu sets a pace that has the bed rattling loudly, headboard bumping the wall as he keeps you in place.

And bounces you on his cock hard and so, so good— you clench your eyes closed and let out a long moan under his hand. “Tsumu, I’m gonna cum again- I’m,”

“Heh,” he chuckles through his teeth and hums, taking a deep breath from the effort. “Is it that good, yeah? I’m fucking ya stupid already, stick out yer tongue.” You do, and he spits onto your tongue before giving you a messy, open mouthed kiss. His balls slap against your ass each time he bottoms out in you, and hits a spot so good it has your entire pussy spasming around nothing. “Go ‘head,” he mumbles then, “cum for me. Yer so fuckin’ cute, fuck.” You do, your back curling off the bed with a long cry— and your legs and arms clamped around his strong body. “Oh, fu—uck, baby doll.”

“Such a good, tight hole, gh-oh, that’sit— s’good.” He doesn’t slow, and it only makes your orgasm more intense, slick spilling down your cunt and thighs and all over the bed until you can barely tell which way is up. “Oh, gonna fill this pretty body with cum, ruin ya. Love fuckin’ my little fangirl slut.” And Atsumu grips your hips hard, pulling you back down on his cock until he gets sloppy. “Gonna- cum.” You can just open your eyes to watch the way he bites his lip and groans, his cheeks flushed pink and pretty eyes narrowed. You’re so shaky, but he hammers his cock into that spot again and again and again until his body clenches.

“Th— ohh, fuck, fuck, that’s— Ughh. Yer mine, mine, my whore. My virgin cunt ta fuck full of me.” Until he spills hot ropes of cum into your unused hole, filling you with heat. He pumps you full of cum until he can’t give anymore, before slowly pulling out with a groan of your name. He slumps down beside you with a huff, and lets his arm drop over your body. You can barely keep your eyes open as he pulls you on top of him and brushes your hair behind your ears, then cups your face and kisses you long and hard. “Y’ were so good for me, baby. Lets do that again.”

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.manipulation #tw.degradation #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.atsumu

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catboymoments · 2 years

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i kinda agree that anon is making a mountain out of a molehill but i do also think its possibly worth examining where that love of family fluff & creating fankids comes from?? like,, gjhgfgh yeah its problably NOT that deep but would you have such a preference for quote unqoute 'traditional family values' like getting married & making a baby had you not been raised catholic? i dont think u should constantly be 2nd guessing urself or not creating the content that makes u happy (esp when its literally not hurting anyone) but idk maybe its worth reflecting on ur own internal biases a bit? i also fully support transmasc pregnancy content but anon does raise a point that like,, save for ur UTDR fankid stuff, basically all ur other kid aus follow the trend of 'cis dude x trans dude who gets pregnant' which again,, like,, isnt THAT deep,, esp when uve explained that u r a transmasc person who wants to be pregnant & have kids but again kinda raises the question well why is that particular configuration so preferrential for you? 2 cis guys can have a surrogate, 2 transmasc dudes can adopt, having a vast majority of ur content default to any particular thing is inevitably garner a critical evaluation, esp w/ something so commonly fetishized as transmasc pregnancy, which isnt ur burden to bare either but just,,, aggghhh idk basically tl;dr ppl are blowing things out of proportion but i also dont think that what theyre saying is wholly without merit. the culture in which anyone is raised/surrounded by directly affects their art yes, but it also affects their values which in turn indirectly affect their art

if youve been following me 4 a while since the bnha days youll know that ive done art of all sorts of families, not just a trans dude and a cis dude. leik 4 example we got iida and sero- in my bnha nextgen verse theyre two cis dudes who want a kid, so mina, a cis girl, was their surrogate. also- asriel and ferostbite, despite being monsters, they're t4t and don't have any bio kids, but they coparent alice with chara.. usually my headcanons are just something I get a vibe from, like i dont sit there like "and THIS ONE has to have a cock because otherwise how would they have a kid?" and sometimes the one with cockenballen isn't even cis. like with komahina I hc that nagito is amab nonbinary. it just so happens that they could have a kid.

tbh ive always hated the aspect of catholicism thats like "you MUST get married and reproduce" because like we dont live in the dark ages anymore, yeah?? not everyone wants kids, and if someone wants a sacremental marriage they shouldnt be held to the standard of having kids. I dont think my interest in pregnancy is a religion based thing either- ever since I was little even before I could comprehend what I was being taught in church, I always had a fascination with human reproduction, gynecology and obstetrics from a scientific pov. I would pour over anatomy textbooks and be fascinated about how humans are made, and well. what can I say, I have a soft spot for cute tiny babies.

not trying to retort anything here, just wanted to give some thoughts.

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jjkeverlast · 10 months

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Hi it moonie anonie

First of all I'm so happy that your date went great ( what did you do btw you don't have to share if you don't want I'm just a nosy bitch ) and that i love the fics you're putting out for the milestone celebration 💜

And I'm sorry for not writing to you in a long time but I'm going through a rough patch with my mental health and although I wanted to say something to you I didn't have the energy and any idea what I can write but I saw your post about me a few days ago and I gathered myself to write something

So when it comes to my sunburn that I had last time it's gone I had a hard time with it when the skin was pilling off and it was very itchy and I couldn't reach my back properly to put a soothing cream on it 😫

I also got another job offer but it was part time and it was too far away and the money was too little so I would literally have to put my savings to get there and come back so I didn't take it ( I hope you know what I mean bc i don't know how to explain it in English right now 😭)

Anyway i hope you're enjoying your time without school and that your job isn't kicking your butt to much 💜 and that you're having a good day

🌝

hiiii 🥺🥺 it’s so nice hearing from you!! i just need to quickly say something, please remember that you always come first and don’t ever feel obligated to write to me. so please, don’t ever apologize for putting your mental health above other things, that’s exactly what you should do!! i do hope you’re doing much better and especially with those sunburns aggghhh 😩😩

ahhh nooo that sucks regarding the job offer, but i completely get you for not taking it, i wouldn’t have either!! and regarding my own job i’m quitting in two weeks so i’m currently searching for a full time job instead 🤪🤪🤪 we will see if something interesting catches my eye!

regarding my first date, it went really well! we were set up by a mutual friend because she was certain we could click well and she was absolutely right. i’ve never had this much fun with someone before lmfao but yeah we hung out for 7 hours on that first date. we just drank a beer and went back to his place and hung out! and i was with him yesterday as well (that’s the reason i was inactive) and i’m seeing him again tomorrow so 🫣🫣 just going with the flow but he’s such a cool guy hahaha like genuinely funny too!!

my time off has been lovely ever since graduation!! so yeah i’m fully enjoying it even tho i sleep like shit lately cause i always feel like i have an assignment to do… idk hopefully that fase passes cause it’s bugging me annoyingly 🙄

ahh i’m so glad you’re enjoying my milestone drabbles 🥺 i’ve had a lot of fun working on them hehe i’ll be working on one tonight if im not too tired after work.

#anonie 🌝#moonie <3 #lati's mailbox📬

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jaimelareine · 2 years

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High on feels. Na-miss mo?

I can’t even remember when was the last time I had to write.

When I had to go through everything I had to go through the past years. I think I skipped it all:

Losing a family member without even knowing the real reason why (2012), my family’s breakdown (2016) and You, leaving me (2015) amidst all of that: when it was you I needed most during those times (2016). The climax was, while I drown in problem and solitude, you were very happy with your new love. Now I know, no one will ever be in charge of our lives except our own selves. Anyone can leave you- to save themselves. So you have to do anything just to cope.

When you leave me I said to myself that I can go on without batting eyelash when another chooses to leave - or so I thought.

Napadaan nga lang sya, pero iniyakan ko. Ganun ba ako karupok? Ganun pa ako ka-tanga. Or ganun ba ako ka-undeserving. Not the person, but the feeling.. Of being happy and in love again.

Lord, You know, ang kulit ko- pero never akong naging ganito ka-kulet or ka fickle minded in the last 7 years. Ngayon na lang po din ako na-hurt ng ganito. Tapos bumalik pa lahat, trauma ko from konsyensya. aggghhh.

May purpose nmn po ito Lord di ba? Can my mind get some real rest po?

sana matatawa na lng po ako the next time na makita ko to.

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plumdale · 2 years

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update no one asked for lmfao buuuut i did have to start an entirely new save. i’ve learned that apparently it is not good for ur game when you repeatedly only use the ‘save’ option, which is what i’d been doing the past week bc i was constantly removing and putting my poses folder back in. so. great. now i will stick to the ‘save as’ option and just clean out my poses folder instead. but i am feeling very frustrated and agitated :)

#i neglected all other responsibilities today just to try and find what was wrong with my game #i had to reinstall pretty much everything and that alone took hours #then the whole evening i worked on starting a new save #so i had to add the heirs from my tray files but i still have to add the spares #im so sad i lost the photos in game aggghhh #nothing made me happier than putting their photos on the walls </3

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voidetheria · 3 years

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#THIS BROKE ME THO #TO HEAR IT CONFIRMED #IN WORDS #FROM PRIME #AGGGHHH #catradora #shera princesses of power #spop #Catra #adora #save the cat #glimbow

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bssaz97 · 4 years

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RWBY Ancestries Chapter 5 Part 3 of 3

- Mantle, 12 minutes After Wyvern Arrival -

Jaune is sprinting like a madman, using his semblance to fuel his stamina so that he wouldn’t tire out. He was on a mission with one set goal. Get to Ruby’s position. He didn’t have a second to lose, if Cinder Fall was here in the kingdom and not dead as the presumed back at Haven, then they were in trouble. If one thing one certain it’s that she’ll be after two things. The relic or the silver eyed leader. He was more than willing to bet that he knew what she was aiming for at the moment. He wasn’t gonna let that happen.

Jaune:(Looks at Ren’s Scroll for the coordinates) Come on, Jaune! Come on! You’re almost there. Just at the home stretch. Keep going!

He was certain that he couldn’t fight off Cinder by herself. So he needed to be smart and get Ruby’s team out of their predicament. Hopefully their ship won’t be in as bad shape as his team’s ship was. He was just glad that he told his team to contact Ironwood and alert them of Cinder’s-

*Tackle*

Jaune/Ren: Oof!

Jaune: Wha-Ren? What are you doing here? You’re supp-!

*Punch*

Jaune: Oof! Ow! What the hell Ren!

Ren: That’s to knock some sense into you. What do you think you’re doing just running off like that. Are you trying to get yourself killed?!

Jaune: No, I’m trying to save my friends! I thought that was something we both understood. I need to get to them before Cinder even knows Ruby is here. Did you at least contact Ironwood?

Ren: No we were too busy chasing after you.

Jaune: You didn’t- Ren! We need Ironwood to know this, that’s what I told you to contact him- Aggghhh! I’m wasting time! (Proceeds to run back the direction he was going before being grabbed by Ren) Hey! Let me go!

Ren: Jaune you need to stop! You’re not thinking straight!

Jaune: Cinder Fall is out in the streets of Mantle, probably planning to make Atlas another Fall of Beacon and you want me to calm down!

Nora: Will you two stop arguing!

Jaune turns to see that his other two teammates have followed him as well.

Jaune: Nora? Oscar? You followed me too! Guys I asked you to do one thing, just contact Ironwood and wait for back up, instead you guys come running like maniacs towards a dangerous killer who’s not only a trained assassin but also a Maiden! Do you not realize how dangerous you the circumstances you’re putting yourself in?

Nora: You mean like you?

Jaune: Yea like-! Argh! Come on guys, now’s not the time for this!

Ren: Well we’re not letting you go alone! So let us come with you!

Jaune: Guys that’s- I can’t let you risk your lives like that.

Nora: And we can’t let you risk yours.

Oscar: We’re a team aren’t we?

Jaune: ....Yeah we’re a team. I just- I don’t want any of you to get hurt.

Ren: We know the risk. So let’s work together.

Jaune considered it and weighs that going as a group would make them have a better chance of surviving. Still he saw from Ren and Nora’s face that there really no room for argument.

Jaune:(Sighs) Ok. We’ll go together. Now come on we need to hurry!

Ren/Nora/Oscar: Right!

Once letting him go, all of the new team JNPR set off to retrieve their sister team before the enemy gets to them. Unknowingly being followed by said enemies.

- Airship Crash Site -

Near the airship where the coordinates state Team JNPR lost contact with Control, the veteran huntsman and specialist investigate the area. Qrow comes out of the airship taking out the second body of the pilots who perished in the crash.

Winter: Have you found anything yet?

Qrow: No, I checked the ship and besides the two pilots we found, there’s no sign of team JNPR.

Winter: The ship has sustained damage. You don’t think that they could have-?

Qrow: Look ice queen I know these kids, they’re tougher than they look. They wouldn’t have been killed in a crash like this. But that doesn’t explain where they are now.

Winter: Well any thoughts on what they would be doing in a situation like this?

Qrow: Mmmmm. Well they would try to reestablish communication to Ironwood but we both know that hasn’t happened yet. So they must’ve went to check where the other ship landed.

Winter:(Suprised) Wow. That’s actually a very believable observation.

Qrow: Thanks...but there’s one problem.

Winter: What’s that?

Qrow:(Picks up a glass arrow) I have the suspicious feeling that their leader may be planning to do something very stupid.

He fells a weapon cocked behind his head and sees three more other huntresses arrive at the scene.

???: Not as stupid as you’ve been.

- Schnee Manor -

Whitley looks at his reflection in the mirror, he had just finished cleaning all the blood from his nose, now comes the worst part. Resetting the nose in place. The strike from his Father was stronger than usual today so it offset the nose a bit. He took a breathe in and breathe out, he puts his hands on his nose and closing his eyes, then quickly resets the nose with unsettling ‘crunch’.

Whitley: Argh! Ffffffmmmm! Ah, oh gods....that always hurts like a b-bat.

*Knock. Knock. Knock*

Willow:(Whispering) Whitley! Whitley please open the door!

Whitley looks to the door with the upmost confusion, because he could have sworn that his mother was knocking, asking for him. At first he tries to dismiss it as her being too out of it after she drank a bit too much, and she would want to sneak into his room and sleep on his bed if she made too much of a mess on her bed, usually from vomiting. After turning ten she would always try to sneak to his room in a drunken haze for reasons he couldn’t fathom other than to hold him in her sleep. It was something that he always cherished as a young child. However after she became a drunkard, that ritual lists it luster and became a sad reminder that she had to be a drunken mess to actually show emotion to her children. Something Father told him when he turned twelve and had the help do their best to keep her away from her children when she was like this.

Before he could return to apply some make up to the injury on his face and nose, his mother started knocking once more, a bit more urgently than before. He sighed and got up, he knew she wasn’t going to leave and apparently since all the help went home by now he was forced to confront the drunken woman at his door. He reaches the door and opens to see something a sight he’s never seen, his mother looking very much sober and looking terrified.

Whitley: Mother? What’s-

Willow: Whitley! (Brings the boy into a big embrace) Oh thank the gods! I feared they got to you! I made it to you, I was so afraid I wouldn’t make it in time.

At this point Whitley Schnee’s mind stopped working. He couldn’t fathom his current situation, his mother who he always knew to be drunk and disconnected from her children was now hugging him and concerned about his safety. Before he could stop himself he rested his hands on his mother’s shoulder blades and part of him thought he was dreaming. He had been knocked out by his father and was experiencing a dream of where he had a grieved mother return into his life and ask for forgiveness for her absence. If it was a dream, he secretly wanted it to ok ast a little longer. Before he could truly savor the moment, his mother released her hold to cup his face so she look at him directly. What he saw then was the first time he has her sober face in a long time.

Willow: Whitley I need you to listen to me carefully, we need to leave the mansion immediately. We don’t have much time before they realize we eMate here as well.

Whitley: M-Mother what are you-?

Willow: Whitley we don’t have much time we need to leave the mansion! There are intruders in here, they’ve attacked your Father already. So we must leave at once!

Whitley: I-I.....Look Out! (Quickly pushing his mother and him to the opposite wall of his door)

*Bang!*

Both Schnee’s look towards the direction of the shot and see a group of four intruders. The forefront is the man Whitley recognizes as the man who came to the manor some days ago. The same man is now pointing a gun in the direction of his mother and him. He feels his arm getting tugged before he is rises to his feet looks at his mother with a worried expression.

Willow: Whitley! Run now!

Whitley:(Nods)

Now both Schnee’s are running away from the group and down the hall. Arthur Watts keeps a neutral face and gestures for the others to listen.

Watts: It appears we are not alone...Tyrian, Mr. Black, you both know what to do.

Both nods and makes chase after the two family members but only Tyrian has a cheerful demeanor about this. Probably hoping to add to his kill count tonight.

Tyrian: Oh, what good fun today! Hahahahahhaha!

- Mantle, Team JNPR -

The team of four make haste to reach their sister team, according to Ren’s scroll they are very close. As they near the end of a street, Oscar starts to fall behind as he begins feeling a familiar sensation overcoming him.

???: 'Oscar, Oscar! Can you hear me!'

Oscar: ....Ozpin?!

Ozpin: 'Yes it’s me, listen I haven’t much time, you all need to lead away from team RWBY’s location. You’re all in great danger!'

Nora: Oscar what’s the hold up?

Oscar: Coming! 'Yeah we know about Cinder, that’s why we’re going to help Ruby and her team.'

Ozpin: 'No you have no idea what you are walking into! Yes while I do sense Cinder’s presence nearby, that is not what worries me. I’m sensing a presence I haven’t felt in millennia, a darker presence. You need to warn them!'

Jaune: Oscar! What’s wrong?

Oscar: Guys I think-

Ren: Look out!

Jaune looks ahead an sees multiple fire balls heading towards them. Quickly he grabs Oscar, pulls the boy behind him while he takes Crocea Mors and raises the shield up. His other two teammates dodge to incoming attack and readies their weapons. After lowering his shield and he sees the perpetrator. On top of a building was a black haired one eyed woman who he could never forget. Cinder Fall, herself in the flesh. He lets go of Oscar and unsheathes his sword witb a tight grip.

Jaune: So we were right, you are alive.

Cinder descends from the building with the aid of her magic by means of a small tornado of wind. She looks towards the four of them then smiles.

Cinder: Well if it isn’t the blonde knight and his loyal team of hunters. It’s been some time...Jaune Arc.

Jaune: ...

Cinder: What no words, no ‘hello’, or at least a little bit of surprise at seeing me? I’m hurt.~ You could at least try to make another heroic speech to defeat me.~ Oh wait. My mistake that’s the other one.

Jaune: ...

Cinder: My, my.~ It seems like someone has learned to keep their mouth shut. Kind of wish Little Red can take your advice.

Jaune: No. I’m realizing how much you love to hear yourself talk.

Cinder:(Scoffs) Well at least your hatred is still intact. That’s good.~ You’ll need it. (Materializes a Fire Sword)

Team JNPR gets ready to face her but Ten begins to feel a another presence approaching fast. He looks towards Nora and senses the presence coming from above!

Ren: Nora! Dodge!

Nora dodges out of the way just in time to evade a shorter girl with mismatch hair and a top hat lodge a long blade towards the ground. With a scowl, the girl advances on the pink bomber and performs a spin slash which Nora barely evades as well. Backing up, she goes towards Ren and he advances by shooting his grappling blades moving towards the opposite building and land a two legged kick only to see the girl shatter like glass on impact. Upon stopping he is confused then he senses a blade coming towards his head so he ducks and rolls to face her then shoots Stormflower at the mysterious woman again only to have he shatter once more. He looks on confused then gets suprised when a heeled boot kicks him in the face knocking him back towards his partner.

Nora: Ren!

The dichromatic girls approaches the two of them and smiles sinisterly. She looks towards Cinder and they both share a nod. Cinder shoot out two more fire balls. Jaune goes to block but they miss him altogether, confused then looks backwards to see the projectiles heading towards his other friends. He sees the attacks connect both Ren and Nora, because of their low aura level it nearly shatters the two’s aura. Then he sees their opponent shatter on instant then goes behind each of them and knocks them down by means of a back kick towards Nora and a sword swipe towards Ren.

Jaune: Nora! Ren!

He looks back towards Cinder only to see that she has closen the gap between them and pushes both Oscar and him back by means of a wind gust. Oscar is sent rolling down the street and towards the other girl. She holds a blade down towards his neck to hold back the two recovering Ren and Nora. They all see this and get up to him but she edges her blade closer towards the boy’s neck and without even saying a word they got her message.

Cinder: Excellent work Neo. As always.~

Neo:(Eyerolls)

Jaune knew they were in trouble. With Oscar as a hostage, Ren and Nora’s Aura weakened, this wouldn’t be a fight they could win by conventional means. He looks at Cinder and sees her having that same smug face that haunted him for two years now. He makes a scowl towards her but doesn’t attack knowing that she will order her henchwoman hurt Oscar. It wasn’t a risk he would take.

Cinder: Such hatred in your eyes.~ But this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen them. I wonder what Nikos would say if she saw you with that face.~

Jaune:(Growls) Don’t day her name...

Cinder:(Smiles smugly) Stroke a nerve? Finally, was beginning to get bored.

Jaune:(Scowls further)

Cinder: Try as you may but I have the upper hand here. I underestimated your strength before and I don’t plan on making the same mistakes I made last time at Haven. So drop all your weapons or I’ll have Neo here gut your little friend like a fish. And that’s not a threat it’s a promise.

Jaune: ...(Drops Crocea Mors on the ground) Guys do as she says

Ren/Nora: (Drops their weapons)

Cinder: All of them! (Eyeing the green ninja’s dagger)

Ren: (Unsheathes his Father’s dagger and drops it as well)

Cinder: Good.~ (Looks back at Jaune) Now to ensure that you lot won’t try anything, I’m going to have Neo here guard your friends while you lead me to Little Red’s ship you were in such a hurry to get to.

Jaune:....No.

Cinder: I’m sorry but you have no power for negotiation here.

Jaune: I’m not going to take you to Ruby. I’d rather die.

Cinder: How sweet.~ Unfortunately it’s not your life on the line. Neo!

Jaune: Wait!...Don’t. Please don’t hurt him, he’s got nothing to do with this.

Cinder: When and if he’ll get hurt will be entirely dependent on you I’m afraid.~ I’ve waited long enough for this and I won’t be denied any longer. Either you take me to Ruby or you will have another death on your conscience. So, what will it be? The boy or the Rose?

Jaune: ....heh. I just realized something.

Cinder:(Loses her smirk) What’s that?

Jaune: You can’t see shit from your left side can you?

Cinder: What? What’re you talking abo-!

Out of nowhere Cinder Fall is kicked from the left side of her face and knocked back from the impact. She looks to see in front of her Qrow Branwen standing with Harbinger at the ready. Winter Schnee comes up from behind him and points her sword her way.

Cinder: Neo! Kill the boy!

Before that Neo is striked by a large blunt weapon and knocked back as well. She looks up to see a crossbow type weapon pointed at her along with three other weapons pointed at her face.

Robyn: I wouldn’t move if I were you. And don’t try any of that tricky shit either.

Qrow: Thanks for the assist Hill. Would vote for you if I could. Sorry Fall, but things won’t be going your way today.

He looks towards Jaune and nods his head to signify that they have the situation handled. So Jaune smiles then proceeds to pick up Crocea Mors and run towards the other airship. Cinder wasn’t having that.

Cinder: NOOO!!!

She fired a fire ball after him but it’s blocked by a glowing Alpha Beowulf, leaving Jaune to keep running. He looks back momentarily to look at his team and they all give him a nod that they’ll be okay. So he nods and starts running once more and picking up the pace. He trusts that the others will keep Cinder and ‘Neo’ busy long enough for him to reach Team RWBY. Hopefully with their added help they can turn the tide. They still had a Wyvern to worry about so he needs to get there-!

Jaune stops in his tracks. He goes completely still, because in front of him is somebody who immediately sent chills down his spine. Standing in the middle of him and the airship was mankind’s greatest enemy. The mastermind behind this war. The Queen of the Grimm, Salem.

Salem:(Smiles) Jaune Arc...I finally found you.

#rwby volume 7 #jaune is salem's descendant theory #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #oscar pine #qrow branwen #winter schnee #willow #whitley schnee #arthur watts #sorry for not posting #rwby ancestries

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runningwolf62 · 5 years

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@wardencommanderrodimiss @pachelbelsheadcanon

The new chapter is here featuring emotional whiplash and allegiances finally.

On AO3

What happens next is a series of incidents so coincidental and yet so perfectly aligned Larry would be tempted to call it fate. He had headed to a book store to chill and he would swear he’d just gone in to look for a book for Nick or Edgey as a Christmas present. Nothing dramatic, he’d just been caught up on his word count for the day and he’d wanted to shop and treat himself and get things out of the way so he didn’t come out of December confused and lacking presents for anyone.

And while he was there he’d remembered his promise to himself to get Tallstar’s Revenge, after WolfDragon had recommended it. So there he was in the children’s section, looking through the Warrior cats section - which he had half a mind to sort because someone respected neither series nor numbers and honestly it was a disaster trying to find anything, was this supposed to be alphabetical, because he was not going to find Tallstar’s Revenge at all like this - when the book caught his eye.

The Magic Bottle.

A simple title really, but the art on the cover was beautiful. Larry abandoned the Warrior Cats books for a moment to pick up this one, whoever the cover artist was they were fantastic at their job because Larry was for sure curious now. He flipped it over to scan the back, and cracked it open.

Well it turned out Elise Deauxnim could both write and draw, and Larry was enthralled. God where had she been when he was a kid, this shit was fantastic. He ended up buying it and after asking a worker, maybe making an excuse of shopping for a niece (listen that was the simplified version of what Pearl was and if he liked the book this much he might tell Nick to get it for her for Christmas so you know, valid) he also got Tallstar’s Revenge.

Now Tallstar’s Revenge was great, especially by Warrior standards, but he kept coming back to The Magic Bottle, the art, the characters, the pacing, it was fantastic. It made him want to write kid’s books.

Why not? You’re a really good writer and it’s not like you’re unfamiliar with kid’s lit

Thanks!

But she’s super good and I wouldn’t even know where to begin!

Stripes stop selling yourself short you’re a fantastic writer

Stripes?

I’ve mentally called you that for years deal with it

I guess it beats Orange.

“Graypaw what have I told you about talking to basketballs”

What?

Okay I’m sending you that parody as soon as I find a link to it but you should go for it! You’re talented currently inspired also unemployed

Thanks

Hey, I meant now more than ever is your chance

So what should I do?

Google this author see what else she’s written and maybe write her some fan mail

“Hi I’m a twenty-something dude, huge fan”

Look Mr. smartass if you don’t want my help

I’m just worried I’ll come off as weird!

Then lie, say it was for a nephew or something and you were really impressed too and it made you want to try writing children’s lit, how did she get started

Think she’ll answer?

She might

Worth a try

Well I did read it so only fair I review it.

Atta boy, go get ‘em

Larry grins to himself and does exactly as Wolf suggested, googling Elise Deauxnim to find that she had a PO Box. With some help and a little more encouragement from Wolf, he sends off the letter. Then he tries to calm down by focusing on his NaNo, which is mostly just him writing oneshots and a chapter or two of the fic. He hasn’t brought in Godot yet because he’s not sure what the absolute hell is going on there and he doesn’t like thinking about that day in court. He keeps sending out his resume but after how he lost his last job he’s thinking it’s a good thing he has as much in savings as he does, and he’s thinking about emergency commissions.

Until the letter arrives. He’s not sure he believes what he’s seeing but a photo sent to Wolf on discord proves that not only did Elise Deauxnim not think he was a creepy loser, she was encouraging him. She wanted to see some of his art and writing so she could tell him where he might find some agents interested in him.

DUDE

RIGHT I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW!

AGGHHHH!

That’s amazing!

AGGGHHH!

I told you you were an amazing author

OH GOD WHAT DO I SEND HER

Not the Warriors Fanfic

OBVIOUSLY

Look, take a deep breath, and like, think of a story

Doesn’t have to be great, just some kids story thing

Do some art with it

Oh god, dude that’s terrifying, every idea I had just vanished.

Alright, listen you don’t have to write the damn thing just the first three pages of something

Uh, what are kids into these days?

Great question

I’m super good at drawing cats, what do I do with that?

Write Warriors but gay

Don’t we call that Wings of Fire?

Shots fired

More seriously, what do I do with that?

Well you’re good with a very open world series with a set of rules that is easily adapted to a setting

And cat anatomy

So I’d take those elements and make it into something

That’s a horrifying Chimera.

…

You know, that could be a plot hook

What?

Well like kids love monsters right?

Write a series with a Chimera as the main character, it’s part lion

Dude, you’re a genius, I owe you my life, and the response of “no thanks I’ve seen it, I don’t want it” is probably valid

Well get to it writer-boy, you’ll do great

What he ends up with is a book series about various mythological monsters on an adventure, and an offer from Elise Deauxnim to be an apprentice under her. He says yes, of course. He moves out of his apartment and to a smaller and cheaper one closer to where she works.

It’s awkward at first, on both ends. He can tell he’s not what she expected but he tries. She helps him with his writing, telling him what his strengths are first and then slowly moving to where he needs some polishing. It’s still strained though.

The breakthrough comes one afternoon, when Larry’s phone alarm goes off. He reaches over, swipes it off, and then flips the sketchbook page he’s on to start drawing something else.

Elise, - she insist he call her Elise which is weird to him but she’s a firm but matronly woman and so he obeys – looks up at the sound.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he offers a quick sheepish grin but she only looks more confused.

“Did you force yourself to get a drawing complete in a certain amount of time? You know that won’t make it turn out well.”

“Oh, no,” Larry flips back to the previous drawing to show her that it’s far from complete, “I got art block so rather than sit here and think about how I had the perfect image if I could only draw it for the next hour I worked on something else for ten minutes.”

“You’re quite talented at drawing cats,” she remarks, and Larry grins.

“I’d hope after how long I’ve been drawing them.”

“So this ten minutes of drawing, does it help?”

“Kind of yeah,” Larry pulls his sketch book back to him, looking at the sketch of Cherrywing and Spiritstar, he should draw Maya and Mia sometime. Maybe- no probably not for Christmas but at some point he should. “It forces me to relax and focus on something else, and get the creative juices flowing while I work on something that’s just for me so there’s no pressure or anything. That’s why I can only do it for ten minutes or I’d never get any actual work done!”

“That’s very clever,” she’s focusing on him now and Larry can only shrug, it’s just something that’s worked for him.

“Are those your cats?”

Oh no.

“Uh no, they’re-” he scrambles for a moment, “they’re just cats.”

Elise looks at him with a look of doubt but doesn’t press, instead she turns her focus on the picture, her eyes softening as she looks at Spiritstar and Cherrywing sitting together, “you have a real talent for capturing the emotion of a scene, there’s something very peaceful and loving about it, even for a sketch.”

Larry blinks in surprise, “thank you!” That was very much what he had been going for and he was pleased that he had succeeded at such.

Elise smiles at him, “you have such a talent for landscapes too, the nature looks natural while still framing them.”

Larry rubs the back of his neck with a grin, “now you’re going to give me an ego,” he jokes but he hopes she understands how grateful he is.

By the way she looks at him she does.

Merry Christmas Nick!!

merry xmas

Hey Maya, Merry Christmas!

Message failed to send.

Figures.

Message failed to send.

You okay man?

I appreciate your concern Larry but yes, I am fine

If you need to call just let me know

Before you joke yes I’m single this Christmas

That’s a kind offer but I am with my sisters

THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?!?

Her daughter has a dog named Phoenix

Holy shit

Quite

Merry Christmas Stripes!

Merry Christmas Wolfman!

Larry has to say, having your mentor frame and hang your finished and signed piece because she likes it so much is like having your parents hang art on the fridge but somehow a thousand times better.

They spend the winter working, her on her story and on helping Larry grow as an artist and writer and working on her own story.

Larry helps where he can with that, mostly by trying not to bother her when she looks busy but she does ask him to do some illustrations for her, citing his abilities with landscapes. He accepts and pours his heart and soul into it.

SHE’S GOING TO HATE IT

NO SHE WON’T JUST GIVE IT TO HER

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH

Dude

Fine! Fine!

You’ve got this, you’re a really good artist and you’ve said she’s proud of you

As she should be

So you’ve got this

Thanks man

Go get it writer-boy

You gonna buy my book Wolfman

Of course

Larry can’t help but smile at that.

But you’ve got to publish it first

Rude.

Larry tucks his phone into his pocket and hands the portfolio over to Elise. She accepts them with a smile and begins to flip through them, seeming oblivious to Larry’s nervous shuffling. She pauses at one and studies while Larry does his best to not explode or start nervously babbling.

“These are beautiful,” she remarks and Larry can feel his shoulders sag in relief, “you’ve done fantastic work.”

“Thank you, I went to the park a lot to try and get all the details right.”

“It shows,” she continues to leaf through them, Larry feels more confident so he begins to point to details he feels proud of or wants to make sure she notices.

“These are just the illustrations my book needed if you’ll allow me to use them.”

“I, uh, yes!” Larry stares at her eyes about to jump out of his skull, wait until he tells Nick! He’s successful now, look at him!

Elise laughs fondly and hands them back, “hold on to these and let me talk to my agent but that’s exactly the kind of work I couldn’t find anywhere else, your watercolor style is just what I needed.”

Larry is going to cry and just manages to thank her long enough for him to slip out and tell Wolf everything.

I’m proud of you Stripes

I’m proud of me! I feel like I’m really making myself a new person!

He’s tempted to also tell Nick but he decides to wait. To drop the book on Nick’s desk at his office. That’s how he’ll do it.

Okay so get this

Yeah?

Apparently my last name “can’t be taken seriously by publishers”.

And I thought elementary school kids were hurtful.

Oh my god

So she’s going to have me use her last name.

WHAT

Her publisher loves the idea too.

Makes me look like family.

Which sells or something?

Hey I’ll take it, I’m getting paid.

So what name should I keep an eye out for

Larry pauses, they’ve never told each other their real names, years of being Wolf and Stripes and now occasionally Writer boy and Wolfman on top of having internet safety drilled into them has always stopped them.

Look for Laurice Deauxnim.

As your number one fan I want a signed copy at some point

“Larry,” he looks up from his typing craze at the sound of his name, he’s made a lot of progress on this chapter and with Elise’s help he’s hoping to get it done and sent to publishers by May. That’s his new year’s resolution, getting published this year.

Elise pauses her typing and he hears her sigh. He looks up to her, her face is set and determined but when she looks to him he thinks he sees regret.

“Larry, I’m afraid a situation has come up and I know it’s very last minute but unless you want to come to a monastery with me I’m afraid you’re going to have to spend the next week or so without me.”

“What?” Larry feels a surge of panic not unlike the time he discovered he hadn’t saved in an hour, “a monastery? Why are you- where are you going?”

“Hazakura Temple,” she replies with a pause, Larry has never heard of it but he pulls it up on google quick enough. A teaser for an upcoming edition of the “Oh! Cult” Magazine pops up with some lovely images. Looks cold but interesting.

“Sure I’ll come. I’ve had art block for the past week maybe trying to do some temple scenes will help!”

Elise pauses and smiles kindly, “if you really want to…”

“I need some winter scene practice too,” Larry is not looking forward to wandering around the cold but Elise was going there for some reason, maybe he’ll find a muse there as well.

He flicks his finger over the picture hanging on the wall, the one that still made him smile to see there, “and I’ll give you a winter scene to compliment the summer one.”

Whatever hesitation Elise seems to be having vanishes as she laughs softly, “alright. Make sure to dress warm.”

And in honor of @pachelbelsheadcanon‘s fantastic art, here’s a list of the allegiances.

SpiritClan

Leader

Spiritstar – a cream she-cat with darker paws and face

Deputy

Darkleaf – a dark brown tom

Medicine Cat

Cherrywing – a cream she-cat with darker striped paws and face

Apprentice: Splashpaw

Warriors

Firebirdstorm – a bright orange tabby with spikey fur

Orangestripe – an orange tabby tom with scruffy fur

Beetlelight – a brown tabby tom with a white chin

Apprentices

Splashpaw – a white she-cat with brown paws and face

Demon’s Group

Demon – a dark gray tom with thick fur, especially on his chest, formerly Sharppaw of SpiritClan

Viper – a gray she-cat with cold blue eyes, formerly a rogue

Timber – a brown tabby tom with messy fur

Bird – a calico she-cat with mostly dark red patches

Wolf – large thick furred gray tom

#Ace Attorney #Thank you now I get to rewatch Bridge to Turnabout and probably cry #Larry Writes Warrior Cats

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tumblunni · 6 years

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Okay the BIG TODAY THING

It seems i might possibly be gone for six months

I've been talking with my support worker about taking a course at this place thats uhh apparantly gonna help me get better with the depressions and stuff. And we had a meeting to go look around the place and make introductions and stuff but i had NO IDEA it would be all such short notice! I might have to move in IN TWO DAYS FROM NOW, what the fuck!!! And like if its not that its gonna be at the end of the week or next tuesday at the latest. Im so fuckin unprepared and im really freakin out!!

..uhh...how to describe it..well i guess its literally a mental asylum? But it's absolutely NOTHING like the horror movie stereotype! Its not a hospital with cages or locked rooms, its just like a big comfy cute shared house. Like a bunch of completely normal small apartment rooms but they just happen to be all connected to a shared kitchen and stuff and have on site nurses and a big schedule of therapy sessions and group activities like pottery class or bowling. You have the freedom to come and go as you please if you're on "voluntarily admitted" status (that's me!) and even if you're on what they call "sectioned" its still not scary loss of all your freedom. The highest level of sectioning is just like "requires an escort"? You're still allowed to go outside but you have a higher level of supervision from your key worker because you could potentially be a danger to yourself. But that's very rare and most people are only on maximum sectioning for a few weeks at the start of their treatment, if they've come straight from a situation of self harm or other concern factors. Most of the "sectioned" patients just have a time limit on how long they can spend on unsupervised outside activity. It's a pretty generous 8 hours apparantly!

So yeah i was getting worried about nothing, thinking i was gonna be in big scary solitary confinement and locked inside a tiny broom closet or jabbed with brain lazers. It honestly just seems like a summer camp resort for adults! And everyone there seems very nice, and im excited for being able to learn life skills like cooking and potential steps towards getting educational qualifications someday. And to have the help of a more specialist support worker who can assist me with even the smallest little problems. Like this nice lady Tazmin (who might be the one i get?) was saying how they've had other people with social anxiety before, and how we could plan "gradual exposure" to all the things that scare me. Like she said she'd be able to come with me and we'd take the bus and them get off at the next stop. That'd honestly be really helpful to help me get over being scared of the crowded spaces on buses, but i'd never be able to do it normally cos i'd be too embarassed taking such a short bus ride. Plus well itd be a waste of money,but if i'm a patient here i would get a free bus pass so it wouldnt be a problem.

Oh and the area seems really nice! Its so different from my stupid house right now in a crowded neighbourhood with NOTHING but houses everywhere for a mile! Its seriously almost a mile's walk to the ONE SINGULAR SHOP IN THE AREA and they close on sundays and dont sell vegetarian food. :( This area around the shared house thingie is a really nice bustling shops place but not super shops? Like i mean its a lovely village that has all the small shops you need, not a huge skyscrapers busy tourist place. The perfect balance of conveinient and not scary! They have a library and a park so close to the place, and a bazillion charity shops holy FUCK im so excited to have charity shops again!! I think you call them thrift shops in america? But i just always really love bargain hunting and finding nice surprises in places like that! And there's places to do pottery classes and group trips sometimes to do stuff like cinema or bowling or just having your big ol scary therapy meeting at the nice coffee shop at the end ot the road.

So yeah dont worry about me guys, im not trapped in some horribke hell place! I'm sure it'll be as non threatening as an Intensive Therapy Boot Camp can possibly be, im just still nervous as hell cos well yeah I Have Social Anxiety And That Is Why I Am Here In The First Place. Im scared im not gonna be able to succeed at this. I really wanna leave at the end and be all mentally buffed up and ready to make all these nice nurses proud!

Oh and man Richard has been so nice about this?? He was super freaked out and apologetic about it being Scary Short Notice, we had a bit of a dumb misunderstanding where he clearly told me and i clearly said yes but i somehow completely misunderstood what he was saying and thought i was saying yes to something else??? So im so fuckin glad that at the very end of the appointment right when i was gonna get out the car he was like 'oh so remember your suitcase on wednesday' and i was like WHAT. Like man can you imagine how much more terrifying it would have been if i just turned up on wednesday with no supplies but the shirt off my back and was like 'wtf where is he driving me OH GOD NO'. Bunni why you so bad at the good of talking!! Seriously richard thanks so much for clearing it up but also AAAAA i accidentally agreed to the shortest of short notice and i dont know if he's gonna be able to reschedule it!!!

And man i was there crying in his car about how i dont wanna be in hospital on my birthday, and babbling all the different things i had planned fot the next few months. And GOD DAMN MY DUMB BRAIN i ended up blurting out that i had a preorder of a videogame that i was gonna miss. And i straight up started explaining pokemon to my mental health counseller who is also a dj, how damn fake does my life sound?? Anyway he said that i'll still be able to keep him as my support worker when i get back out of this, and we'll still have weekly or monthly meetings while i'm in there. And he keeps reminding me that i'm free to leave if i feel uncomfortable, but i know that i'd feel like a failure if i did! So he legit fuckin goddamn said (THIS SOUNDS SO FAKE) that i could take a day off when the dumb game comes out, and he'd play co op pokemon with me. HOLY GEEZUS RICHARD YOU'RE LIKE THAT HOLY GRAIL OF THERAPISTS! And man he even said it wasnt embarassing for me to sleep with a teddy bear and he'd help me pack it up safe and ensure nobody saw it while we move my bags into my new room. And then i was like "uhh but also the teddy bear is a giant lifesize embarassing pokemon merchandise" and he was like "okay so we need DOUBLE STEALTH". Apparantly the new sequel to Pokemon Go is Pokemon Sneak! God he helped calm me down from this freakout so much, he's always great with lil jokes and motivational sayings. And i talked about how i first started being interested in Obscure Deep Sea Slug Facts because pokemon has some characters based on weird real life animals, and like its Very Educational Honest, And Has Appeal For Both Kids And Adults. How on earth did this turn into Motovational Pokemon Blabber Time??? Anyway thats how i ended up texting a professional psychologist pictures of gastrodon at 7.30pm.

Yeah

In summary

I'm mostly just worried cos this is short notice! And cos its such a big commitment that being short notice is Super Bad. I need to friggin clean the whole house top to bottom in two days, so it doesnt get all gross and attract flies while im gone. And i need to toss out like a hundred bucks worth of frozen food that aint gonna keep for 6 months. And i need to wash all my damn clothes. And i dont even have a suitcase and this is at a terrible time where i dont get paid for a week so i cant buy a new one right now!! And damn i DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TAKE AAAAAA

And the BIGGEST PROBLEM

Is that i wont be able to talk to you guys for half a year!!!

They dont have wifi and im not allowed to take my computer anyway. They only allow laptops and all i have is a desktop and AAAA its too short notice to save up enough to get a laptop mannnnn! Fuck man i didnt even think about that, i need to go pause my broadband internet for six months, do they even allow you to come back after that long?? And man part of me wants to ask to borrow money from friends to get a laptop but i know this time i cant promise to pay you back within the month cos AAAGH ALL OF THIS SHIT!! Like damn man if anyone is willing to let me pay back a hundred and fifty quid in 6 months??not bloody likely!! And man the only place to get a laptop in TWO GODDAMN DAYS is stupid fuckin Amazon :( but god im gonna go stir crazy being unable to do art or gamemaking or friggin anything to occupy myself!! I can bring my 3ds but i barely have any games for it and ive already finished all of them except harvest moon a new beginning which i quit cos it was bad. And the screen is broken anyway gahhh. SO MANY THINGS I NEED MONEY FOR IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS NON CONDUCTIVE TO MONEYING

So anyway GAHH i wont have an internet connection in the house, and i'll be able to walk down the hill and use the library computers hopefully at least weekly, but they forbid all social media sites. So like can i get the emails of everyone who wants to keep in contact? Man i dont know how im gonna manage this AAAAA!!! i will send u loads of pics of scenic asylum beauty and dumb updates on my stupid life of probably very little progress.

And AGGGHHH i dont even have the time to plan a blog queue or anything fuck man geez aaaaaaaa

I NEED TO BUY A NEW PAIR OF TROUSERS WITHOUT HOLES IN THE KNEES man i cant live on singular pantage in a shared house

#bunni is gone #alas #mourn they #soon to be departed from the web

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VOLTRON SEASON 7

SPOILERS

heres my crazy ramblings while watching this season

EPISODE ONE- James sounds EXACTLY like lance

Soft mom looks at keef

Same romelle

Coran yet again being the vodka uncle

ALFOR AND CORAN WRANGLED YELMORS???? TOGETHER????

“Are all ancient alteans like this?’ “We only know two”

HOney I shRuNk TeAm VoLtRoN

“Quiznacker”

BBY HUNK

BBY LANCE!!!

Everyone being mad at keef

YEESSSS LANCE MY BOI SAVED EVERYONE

WHERE. IS. HIS. SWORD.

OOf dArEdEvIL sHiRo in thoosseee glasseesss

“ Me and my POP” POP????? POP????

Aww his dad was a firefighter

Noooo shiros deasise nooo

AWWW HUNK AND ROMELLE

“Hunks our only hope” yayaaaaayyy

NO SHIRO PLEASE

Also Mr. Holt? With that guy hair??

aDaM

ADAM

A D A M

DONT DO MY HUNK LIKE THAT HOW DARE

This episode is just like “I wonder if hunk and lance are having as good a time as us” “*SCREAMING*”

Coran just straight up snowboarding down the yelmors back

“Oh quiznack” “my back”

Keith and shiro just DONE with the rest of the team like hunny you just put your soul into your clones body

EPISODE TWO- SAD PIDGE NO

Hunk trying to impress romelle <3 <3 <3

Also why does shirts metal half arm look HUGE??

EVERYONE MISSES THEIR FAMIILLLYY

“Finger counting, its more of an art than a science really.”

“But im terrible at drawing” lol aww allura

AWW LANCE DECIDING THESE THING LOOOLL

I LOVE coran

Aww romelle

“Their my selfies”

“Because he’s lonely”

Pidge not caring and just playing video games

“Oh yeah he’s us super drolly.”

PIDGE

OOF STRONK ALLURA

THE WOLF TOOK CORAN?? AHAAHHA

WHAT IS THE WOLF DOING??

NOO LOTOR YOU JERK

“WERE GETTING OUR QUIZNACKS HANDED TO US”

Wait they can’t form Voltron no

“They’re corralling us like space cattle!”

AWW KEITH AND LANCE WORKING TOGETHER

“Rodger that team leader”

K L A N C E

Keith and his knife mommy

YES HUNKS BLASTER

My gfs yeeess

NO THE WOLF

OOF LOTORS GENERALS MY BABES

EPISODE THREE-WAIT THEY GOT THE LIONS

Her eye??

Same lance stop embarrassing yourself in front of your bfs mom

No coran can do it I believe in him!!!!!

CORAN NARRATING HIS ADVENTURES SSSAMMEEE

THE MICE

THE WOLF NO

Go CORAN!!

Oof that guard tho

CORAN LOOKING HOT

MY BABES THEIR OUTFITS AWWW

AWWW EZOR AND HER GF ZETHRID

OMG AXCA WHAT

“Because the power of teamwork?”

Lol axca and coran

NO NOT PIDGE

YEES PROTECT PIDGE

Oof axca

WAIT coran CAN change his shape and size????

GO MICE GO MICE GO MICE

PROTECT PIDGE O R E L S E

MICE!!!

Keith and lance carrying coran the way they carried shiro <3 <3 <3

“She’s always been sweet on that one with the flippity hair” KEITH???

KEITH TRASPORTED HIS BAYYARD??? WHAT

“Lance lead the way” KLANCE IS CANNON KING

Lance is so worried ab his bf but he’s such a good leader awww

WHERE. IS. HIS. SWORD.

“Guess it is true love” what is their relationship???

“Cant we just fight” keef lol he’s so gay and angry

Black saving keef

THREE YEARS????????

KEITH AND AXCA???? What are they???

EPISODE FOUR- YEEESSS GARFUL WARUL SNICK

OOF LANCE SO HOT

OMG KEEF LOL

Uh oh this is bad

Why does it keep glitching?

MY PINEAPPLE BOI

Allura raising her hand

Go hunk!

KEITH IS TRYING SO HARD

Lance please. No. stop.

“Hello bob” “this is my lovely wife haggar”

Lol this fake zarkon is meee lol

“Id rather stay their lions than their points”

“She does look like that drawing”

Their poses lol

“Windy cave?’

OMG I LOVE FAKE GALRA

LANCE IS NOT DUMB FIGHT ME

NO HUNNY YOYR NOT THE DUB ONE

Lol that earth shop alien dude

YOU A R E N O T T H E D U M B O N E L A N C E

“Do we believe this beautiful dum dum?’ He is beautiful but he’s NOT DUMB

OML lance please you’re trying your best!!!

“Go galra Go galra Go galra” ahaha

“You know Im the dumb one” NO YOURE NOT

Ahaha zarkons team

GO LANCE!!!!!!!!!

NOO LANCE

Go PIDGE!!!

Its just mINI GOLF

Oof good try pidge

Aww hunk and allura

LANCE VOTED FOR KEITH AND KEITH VOTED FOR LANCE AAAAHHHH KLANCE IS CANNON KING

“Aw thanks man” AWWWWW

AWW PIDGE AND HUNK

AWWWWWWWWW

YAY THEY WON!!!!!!!!

KEEF SOFT SMILES AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW

CORAN HAS HEARD BOB

Aww bob

EPISODE FIVE-PIDGES NIGHTMARE LOL

Omg they all sleep so weird lol

“I guess that does make you an expert on killing time” LOL SHIRROOO

“Like mother like son”

SAME HUNK LOL

GO LANCE

Hunk making everyone burritos same

YEES NAME HIM KOSMO

Aww lances meemaw

“These big bohs get comedy”

Who is the hooded man(or woman idk)

Good dog

“Disgusting is altean for lovely. You don’t speak altean do you?’

haggar is dead???

NO NOT THE BLADES

The druids can fight me I swear

Aw krolia no

Wait kolivans alive!!!!

OH MY GOD WHAT

WAIT WHAT

THE DUDE WAS THE DRUIS THAT FOUGHT KEITH

WHERE.IS. LANCES. SWORD.

KEEFS WOLF

Wait are they stuck?? What???

FIGHT HIM KEEF

GO ALLURA YEESSS

KOLIVAN NO

yes allura get it

DONT HURT HER NO

Get him Keith

YEESS DESTROYED

“Good job Keith” KLANCE IS CANNON KING

Nooooo all the alteans are all gone

Awww krolia and kolivan

Awww KEITH AND HIS MOOOMM

HUGS

I LOVE YOU TOO KROLIA

EPISODE SIX-lol pidge “ITS ONE AND A HALF EARTH YEARS”

Lance is ready to die lol

YES HUNK YOUR PUNS YES

OML SHIRO STOPP lol

Awww Keith was excited ab his flight formation exercises

Angry wolf boi

KLANCE IS CA N N O N K I N G

Lance is READY to die lol

“Told you lance would go crazy first”

NOO MY BBYS ARE TIRED AND SAD NOO

No hunk please no

“No I think time is different for me. Like im on dog years or something”

Woah Keith chill

Uh oh, is Keith going crazy???

Go lance, be a leader

SHUT UP KEITH WHY ARE YOU BEING SO EMO???

Uh oh THEYRE FIGHTING

GO HUNK

NO KEITH STOP EARTH??? E A R T H ? ? ?

No wait, what if its a mirage

IT IS A MIRAGE

GO HUNK

LISTEN TO HUNK

GO HUNK

Omg what is that

HUNKKK I LOVE YOU YOURE SO IMPORTANT HHHUUUUNNNKKK

Aww Keith

Wow its a good thing these spacesuits have jetpacks and literally unlimited power

YAY RED THE LIONS!!!

V O T R O N ! ! !

KEITH AND LANCE PUT THEIR BAYARDS IN AT THE SAME TIME KLANCE IS CANNON KING

Look at DEM WINGS

EARTH??? REAL EARTH?? THE Milky Way????? YEEEEESSSSSSSS

EPISODE 7 + 8 - EARTH YAY

OH NO

Earth is under attack

NOO

Flashback?

SSSAAAMMMSSSS WIIIFFFEE!!! AWWWWW

AWW

OOF GO COLLEEN YEESS

AWW KAITE Voltron Voltron Voltron

EEEWWW ITS JAMES

Ohh cool ships

GROSS JAMES MATT!!!!!!!!

This garrison girl is a jerk ugh

YEEESS COLLEN TELL THE WORLD GO GIRL

OK I DONT LIKE HIM BUT TBH JAMES IS HOOOTT

AWWWW THE FAMILY VIDEOS

CRYING

UGLY SOBBING

DONT LOCK MY HOLTS UP NO

NOO THE GALRA ARE HERE

Ok its fine they have a particle barrier its gonna be fine right?hahah? Fine? Hahah?

Ugh stuPID SENDAK

NOOOO

I HATE THIS GARRISON LADY UGH

A D A M

ADAM

A D A M

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDAM

OMG IT WAS ADAM

A D A M

PLEASE DONT LET ADAM DIE

A D A M

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ADAM

DONT BE DEAD

ADAM

UGH JAMES

SENDAK NO YOU JERK

NO EVERYONES DYING

YEEEESS SAM HOLT

HE SAID QUIZNAK OML

WORLD WAR 3 WHAT?

OK VERONICA WHAT A BADA**

SAME I LOVE VERONICA

JAMES SUCKS

WHY IS JAMES ALSO AN EMO LOL

YEEES VERONIA GOOOO

NOOO VERONCA NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

V E R O N I C A

WAIT

WASNT VERONICA LANCES SISTERS NAME???? WAS THAT HER? IS SHE DEAD? PLEASE NO?NOOOOOOOO

VERONICAS ALIVE THANK GOD

OMG I LOVE HER AGH SHE IS LANCES SISTER

AAAAGGGGGHHHHH I LOVE HER

Her jacket looks like lances lol

ugh sedak u gross

YEEESSS AAAAGGGHHH VOLTRON WILL SAVE THEM

“Well what are we waiting for” you’ve Sid that three times Keith lol

EPISODE NINE-

GO VOLTRON SAVE UUUUUSSSSS AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL

What are those space Frisbees they’re using lol

Aww kaltenecker and the mice

NO DONT CRASH

AAAAGGGGHHHH

Nooo earth is destroyed

WHERE.IS.LANCES.SWORD.

KEITH AND LANCE AAWWWW

KLANCE IS CANNON KING

OOOOOOOFFFFFFF ITTTTTSSS JAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEEESSSSSS

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

JAMES NOOOO AGGGHHH

WHERE IS ADAM BTW

AWWW THEIR FAMILYS AAWWW

UGLY SOBBING AGAIN

UNCLE LANCE?? AWWW

CRYING SO MUCH RN

AWWW HUNKS FAMILY AWW WHERE ARE THEY NOOOO???

NOT HUNKS FAMILY WHHY??

OMG CORAN STOP

KEITH AAAAWWWW

AWW KOSMO

UGH JAMES

ADAM

A D A M

SOBBING

ADAM

DONT BE DEAD

A D A M

SHUT THE FU*K UP JAMES

ITS HUNKS FAMILY SO SHUT YOUR STUPID FACE UGH

OMG coran and allure in the galaxy garrisons outfits lol

Ugh I hate this garrison girl what a jerk

GO PIDGE AND AULLRA YAY

OMG CORAN U LOVE YOU

Ooh arms?? For shiro???

AWWW KEITH AND HUNK

KEITH IS TRYING HIS BEST

AWWWW HHUUNNKKK I LOVE HIM

PROTECT HUNK 2K18

KEITH IS MOST IMPRESSED BY HUNK AWWWW

HUNK HUGGED KEITH

YEEESS HUNK GO GET YO FAMILY

UGH JAMES I HATE YOU

HHHMMMM QUESTIONABLE JAMES BUT OK

EW GROSS SENDAK HOLOGRAM

NOO ALLURA R U OK??

OOF VERONIC AND JAMES AND KEITH ANS HUNK AND AND AND

WHY DOES ALL OF HUNKS FAMILY HAVE HEADBANDS???

AWWW HUNK

SHIROS ARM!!!!!!

NOOO HUNK DONT CRY PLEASE

EPISODE TEN-SHIRO

oof the paladins in those garrison outfits tho

SHIROS ARRRMMM

Eew gross his arm is like sendaks

Wait what why noooooO!!!!!!!!!!

Allura? YOUR CROWN???

OOOOHHHHH INTERESTING

Yeess go my gurls

Oohhh shiro lookin hot

YYEEEEEESSSSSS MY SNIPER BOI LAAANNNCCCEEE hmm lance what?

Awww lance loves his sister and I love lance(and Veronica but like)

Same hunk

SnIpEr BoI

ok Keith

GO SNIPER BOI

Shut up James

YEESS LANCE COVER UR BF YEEESSS KOSMO

YES LANCE GO PROTECT UR BF YEESS KLANCE IS CANNON KING

Omg I love kosmo

Oohhh sniper bois i see

OOHHH GO SNIPER BOIS

Aww Veronica if only you knew

Pidge what

Ok Keith whatever

Oof get wrecked by my cosmic boi

“The pigeon is in”

A cannon???

Go hunk!!

YEESSS GO TEAM

These cannons are not good oh no

Shut up you garrison girl

THE LIONS WILL COME TO YYYYOOOOUUUUUU AAAAAHHHHHHH

YEEESSS GO SHIRO YES omg yay Veronica and lance

OOOHHH LANCE A ALLURA I SEE THIS OK OK OK AWWWWWWW THEYRE BLUSHINNNGGGGG

Same Veronica lol

Yeeeess go team

Go Keith!

YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Kaltenecker same

Uh oh lance

No lance uh oh

AWWW THE LIONSS AAWWWW NOOOOO LANCE PLEASE LANCE

NOT VERONICA AND LANCE NO

Lance oh no

NOT VERONICA NO

Ok she’s fine its fine

GO MY SHARPSHOOTER BOOOOOOIIIIIII

YEEEESSSS REEEEEDDDD

OH NO THIS IS BAD NOT THE CANNONS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NO THAT GARRISON CHICK I KNEW IT I HATED HER NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

F O R M V O L T R O N ! ! !

NO THEY HIT VOLTRON NO AAAAAAAHHHHHHH EPISODE ELEVEN-VOLTRON NO

THEY SHOWED KEITH AND LANCE TOGETHER IM DEAD

ADMIRAL SANDA IS A B*TCH

Ok shiro I see you

I hate admiral sanda ugh

And Sendak uuuggghhh

NUNVILLE WILL SAVE THE DAY AGAIN!!!

Jk jk jk lol

Ok but tbh I want a side series on James team like idk I just do

oh no, why aren’t their bayards working???

YEAH YOU SUCK ADMIRAL SANDA

Ok James I see you you hottie

GO ALTAS

No PLEAASE fly atlas FLY

No sam youre not USLESS

GO CORAN YES aww the castle crystal will power the ship awwww its the new castle of lions

YES CAPTAIN SHIRO YES ugh James is so hot oml

NO SENDAK NO

Ugh James so hot

Oof get wrecked

OOF GET WRECKED AAAGGHHH

Yes hunk we have to try

GO TEAM LEADER I LUV U KEITH

LANCE IS SITTING CRISCROSS APPLESAUCE I REPEAT LANCE IS SITTING CRISCROSS APPLESAUCE

ALSO go lions or whatever but LANCE

YAY HUNK YAY EVERONE!!!

Ooh this is cool they can pilot their lions without being in them interesting

Ok I see you admiral sanda

GO LIONS YEEESS

AAAAHHHH YEEESSS oof I still don’t like admiral sanda but whatever

Oh she dead aint she

OH JK I SEE YOU BLACK LION

Hunk your so extra lol’

Ok she is dead whatever

YEEESS MY BABES GO SAVE EARTH

EPISODE TWELVE-

Immediately forms voltron ok I see you

OH A PART ONE AND TWO???

OOHH JAMES IS SOOOO HAAAAAWWWWTTT UGH

Alright voltron lets go

Noice use the Sword

Oh my sam what the cannons do what

WHAT WHAT JUST HIT THEM NO

OH NO THIS IS BAD

GO LANCE BE. LEADER fine let him destroy his own ships, do the work for you

Oohhh dimes what a hottie

“Oh I thought you might have some mathematically advanced insight or something” lol same James

KEITH AND LANCE TAKE THE FURTHEST PLATES KLANCE KLANCE KLANCE

Get wrecked galra base oof

AAAGGGGHHH GO LIONS GO AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAHHHH YAY THINK IT WORKED?? MAYBE?

Yeah get Sendak. He’s a jerk

AAAGGHHH GO CAPTAIN SHIRO GO

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GO SHIRO GOOOO

OH NO NO NO OH WAIT ITS THE ALTAS OK ITS OK FOR NOW oohhh James

G O S H I R O omg shiro is done lol

DONT HURT MY SHIRO NO YEEESSS GO SAM SHIRO BETTER BE OK AFTER THIS I SWEAR

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOIO

Yeah die sedan ugh

LANCE YES GO LANCE

GO LANCE YES

Ok allura eyes

Ok yay they can do it please!!!!!!

YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THEY DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO SHIRO

Shiro. Hunny. You need a helmet to breath in space ya idiot.

NO SHIRO AND SENDAK ARE AB TO FIGHT AGAIN AAGGHHH NO GO SHIRO GO GO SHIRO GO

SHIRO YOU CANT DIE again

SHIRO PLEASE BE ALIVE

SENDAK NO DONT DO IT YEEESSS THE BLACK LION YESS GO KEITH YEEESSS

Aww lance and allura

WAIT WHAT WAS THAT NO

EPISODE THIRTEEN -

Oh noooooo what is that??

ANOTHER ROBEAST??? SHIRO IS SAFE THANK GOODNESS

THIS IS BAD THO

Lance has Keith covered ok

YES KEITH YES TEAM LEADER YEAH CORAN wha shiro I swear

FORM VOLTRON

YES VOLTRON YES oof his stick is no good

DUAL SWORDS???? YEEEEESSSS

OH NO IT BROKE THE SHEILD NO

Oohhhh jaaammmeeessss so hot

YES GO PIDGE

OH NO THE ALTAS ITS LIKE THE CREATURES FROM THE RIFT KINDA?? OR THE SHIP WHEN HAGGAR TOOK THEIR QUINTESSENCE??? HUNKS FAMILY AGH

NO THE ATLAS NO VOLTRON IT STABBED VOLTRON

NO VOLTRON THE ATLAS NO AGH SHIRO WHAT YOU WHAT

SHIRO WHAT DID YOU SEE

OK YES THIS IS GOOD

ITS LIKE VOLTRON BUT ITS THE ATLAS OMG WHAT

ITS GOT THICK LEGGIES LOL

OMG ITS HUGE WHAT

GET IT ALTAS GO

OH NO IT GOT BIGGER WHAT

GO LANCE GO

KEITH AND LACE YES KLANCE IS CANNON KING AAAGGGHH

OOF GET WERCKED YEEESSS

ITS GONNA EXPLODE NOOOOOO

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AGH NO WHAT

DONT DIE NO

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

HUNKS FAMILY NO

NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SHIRO NO THEY BETTER NOT OF DIED

ADAM

A D A M

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MATT!!!!!!!

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO

ALL THE ALIENS YAY BUT WHERE ARE THE PALIDANS

OK HUNKS OK YAY

SHAY!!!!!!!!!!!AWWWWWWWWW

PIDGE!

LANCE!

ALLURA!

KEITH!

EVERONES OK EVERYONE HAS A FAMILY ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD OML WHAT

AXCA???

WHATS UP WITH THE CREATURE?

THE POWER SOURCE IS AN ALTEAN?????????

UUUUMMMMMMMM

Ok thats all!

Basically this is just incoherent screaming but whatever

What I got from this season was

A good season I really liked it

lots of team bonding and I think quite a lot of character development but thats just me idk really know all that much idk

LOTS of ship moments, a lot of klance (my personal fav lance is cannon king) but also some allurance too

New character and stories, love Veronica and James’s team is cool but idk ab James. (He is hot tho)

They could definitely make some spinoffs with the new characters

I though the end was good im really happy all the aliens are coming to earth

LOVE LOVE LOVED lance and hunks family for sure, kinda sad we never saw hunks family actually interact in present time but whatever

Also a little mad that the killed Adam bc I really wanted to see that play out and see a reunion but whatever

Wish they had addressed both Adam and James a little more there wasn’t a whole lot on that whole stuff

I loved lance in this season he’s got his family he’s becoming a leader and I loved him

Quite a few coran scenes but still not to much development

Sam holt was vv important

WHERE.WAS.LANCES.SWORD.I.SWEAR.

LOVED HAVING 13 EPISODES YES

Any who thats really it idk this is insane but here you go

#voltron #VLD #voltron season seven #voltron season 7 spoilers #voltron legendary defender #keith #Lance #klance #hunk #pidge gunderson #allura #coran #allurance #idk #random #voltron thoughts

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years

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13x11: Breakdown

Then:

You Betcha, Donna is the best! And you betcha, Sam watching Dean getting turned into a vampire is the worst!

Now:

Cue creepy oldies music, jars of liquids of unknown origin, murder board, chains!, and one gnawed on tasty arm. What?

In Oshkosh, Nebraska (real place, they don’t make cute kids’ dungarees though) at Manny’s Truck Stop, a socially conscience young woman pulls up to get gas. Her card is declined so she heads into the diner to find out what’s what.

(omg, her card wasn’t really declined!) Creepy register guy wants Ms. Hanscum to smile more and we all want him to die more. (I am 1000% behind making creepy white men the ultimate villains this season. Who are you Supernatural?) Ms. Hanscum gets her gas, and notices a ‘Jesus Saves’ van and a semi-truck in the parking lot. She’s suddenly accosted by a window washer dude but declines his creepy offer and takes off in her car.

Breakdown!

Some time later, her car gets a flat tire. Boris is screaming for her to just change the tire herself (didn’t everyone’s father make them change their car’s tires for funsies when they first got a car?) She watches as a semi-truck barrels past and then is brutally attacked and kidnapped by an unknown assailant (cough MAN cough) in a mask.

Sam is Depressed and I Need all the Details and Meta and well Developed Storylines on This Situation

At the bunker, it’s 6:00 am and Sam is wide awake. It’s 8:22 am and Sam is STILL wide awake. Dean’s making pancakes but Sam ignores him. It’s 10:00 am and his phone rings. It’s Donna. He heads to the kitchen to take a bit of shit from Dean before they’re both informed by Donna that her niece is missing and she could really use their help. “Text us the address, we’re on our way.” DONNA. DEAN.

The boys meet up with Donna --and I LOVE how they visually show Donna’s headspace here. She’s waiting for the Winchesters and the camera pans over to the Impala pulling up, but we can’t hear the familiar rumble. SO great. She’s panicked, and in her head completely.

She fills the boys in on what’s happened. Dean heads into talk with the locals and Doug.

While looking over Donna’s niece’s car, Dean is accosted by FBI dude. He calls Dean “son” in the most condescending way. Dean’s too old to be “son” and Dean is confident in himself enough to not take that shit. Good job, Dean! Doug interrupts the potential smackdown and tells Agent Clegg that Dean is FBI too. He’s here on personal reasons though; relative to the missing woman. (Boris, and countless other people on Tumblr, called Agent Clegg as The Monster right here. Creepy White Man.) Doug is shocked to learn that Donna and Dean are related. “So you were in Sioux Falls a couple weeks ago, at the family reunion?” Yes. Yes they were. Family reunion. Yes.

Clegg fills the gang in on the case, and the series of connected cases he’s been working for 12 years. *Kill Bill Siren*

Depressed!Sam doesn’t want to help. Dean says, “We’re in.” Sam Bean!!!

At their motel, Dean puts out a call of local truckers for info on Donna’s niece, Wendy. Sam wants to back down. They are fugitives after all. Aggghhh. I’m SO HERE FOR SAM’S GRIEF. Like, I can’t articulate well enough what’s actually happening, but it’s so nice to FINALLY see him expressing the pain that he’s going through. He’s a perpetual fountain of optimism to Dean’s downer attitude. Or he’s just countering how Dean feels (see: Tombstone where he was meh towards Dean’s Very Enthusiastic Attitude to Cas’s return). He expresses this later but his hope is gone now. No Jack, no Kaia --no getting his mom back. As much as we wanted and needed (and got) a cathartic scene between Dean and Mary, we need Sam to come to terms with never having a mother at all. AGGGGHHHH. Dean tough talks his point of the situation before they get a lead from a CB radio trucker. Dean makes a date with ‘Felix’ to learn more about the case.

Cue oldies music, Wendy blindfolded and tied to a chair, and creepy masked man. He unmasks her and she begs “Why are you doing this?” while he sets up a camera.

At the police station, Agent Clegg fills Sam and Donna in on the ‘Butterfly’ case, and his main suspect: Pastor ‘Diamond’ Don Hankey. Creepo had Wendy’s bloodied t-shirt in his van.

Dean talks to the trucker about the night Wendy disappeared.

Felix remembers seeing Wendy, and really regrets not helping her, but she was running behind.

Sam and Agent Clegg interview the pastor. The smug fucker gives them nothing. Oh, and he’s an implied racist. Donna comes in to lend a hand.

At Manny’s Trunk Stop, Dean and Doug have a heart to heart. Dean’s giving relationship advice? Waaaahhhh.

Donna continues to lay the smackdown on dirty pastor man.

At the truck stop, window washer man fills Dean and Doug in on Marlon, the cashier, and how he closed up shop and followed Wendy that night.

Ugh, the pastor is married with two kids? Ugh. Donna breaks the pastor, but it turns out he’s just a regular creepy man. (So many layers of creepy men these days, ugh) Sam, Donna, and Agent Clegg wonder, if not the pastor, then who?

Cut to Dean entering the diner and asking Marlon where Wendy is.

Marlon’s being difficult, but Dean’s insistent. Marlon caves and shows them a website. A website where monsters bid on human body parts. Lovely!

A little while later the team's assembled to rewatch the video for clues. The creepy clerk shows Donna and Sam the recording of the feed and they try to twist their minds around what's happening. They realize that body parts are getting auctioned off to monsters. MONSTERS? Doug's taken aback by the theory – particularly the monsters part.

The clerk reveals that he flags people he thinks won't be missed, notifies the sellers, and then gets paid. While he's chatting a new bid flashes on screen. It's Wendy! She begs for help. Dean asks Sam if he can hack into the streaming server and find their location but Sam explains that the signal's bounced around the TOR network and he can't track it. However, the FBI can so they contact Clegg for help. We shed a silent tear thinking about Charlie, who could probably hack it with her eyes closed. They've got a timer, anyway. In 58 minutes Wendy dies.

Off to the side Donna has “The Talk” with Doug and he's...rattled. She explains that Sam and Dean are hunters...and so is she. Doug struggles to process the news. Their talk's interrupted by the news that Clegg's tracked the video feed.

They spread out to tackle the winding layout of the warehouse. Doug stays behind with the clerk while Dean and Donna advance. In the back, Sam gets surprised by Clegg who has shown up to investigate this tale of a body-parts-selling website.

Wendy's strung up with the feed still on her. The killer slowly sharpens his blade while she screams.

Dean and Donna hear music playing and track it to a room that's empty other than a radio on the floor. Uh oh. Back with Doug, the clerk asks him about monsters. “Fun fact,” he says. “I am one.” He vamps out, busts out of his cuffs, and starts to attack Doug. He tears open his wrist with his teeth and drips the blood into Doug's mouth.

Sam overhears the attack and signals to Clegg to advance on the room when... Clegg knocks him out! Boris was right, y'all. Boris was right all along. Clegg is evil.

Dean and Donna bust into the room where Doug's lying on the floor. He turns to Donna. He's feeling...kinda strange. He vamps out in front of her. “I'm so hungry,” he whimpers before trying to bite her. Dean pulls some dead man's blood from his duffle and injects Doug with it, knocking him out. Dean tells Donna that he'll be okay. There's a cure. “Huh?” Donna asks and I'm knocking my palm against my hand. The woman specializes in vampire kills and you never bothered to tell her about dead man's blood or the CURE? What the heck, Deano?

Anyway, “Mix up some sage, a little bit of garlic...” And the bloodsucker who turned Doug. The clerk swans in and brags about the attack and reveals that Clegg is behind the kidnapping!

Dean unsheaths his machete with a “bring it, Twilight” when Donna shoots the clerk in the knee. He collapses to the floor. Donna orders Dean to start mixing the cure for Doug and tells the clerk that she's gonna kill him no matter what. “You just gotta decide if you want it fast...or slow.” Donna <3 <3 <3

Sam wakes up tied to an operating table and realizes that Clegg's The Butterfly killer. Clegg tells Sam that there are monsters all over who take advantage of his people-chopping services. Clegg's of the mind that Sam should be grateful for his services...keeping monsters off the streets and all.

Sam's not buying it, but it's time for their next video feed. (Wendy's been put on hold in favor of their BIG catch.)

Dean, Donna, and Doug race to save Sam. Donna pours the vamp cure into Doug. Meanwhile, they start auctioning off Sam piece by piece. Clegg starts off the auction for Sam Winchester's heart in a not-at-all symbolic move.

Dean and Donna leave Doug behind in the car to infiltrate the warehouse. Donna finds Wendy still tied up. One of the killers attacks Donna from behind but Donna kicks his ass and kills him quickly. She frees Wendy.

Clegg's finished the auction for Sam's heart netting $500K (aw Sammy) for it so now it's time to chop him up. He points a gun at Sam to kill him quick since Dean's still in the wind. The camera pans away and there's a gunshot.

EEK

Red spreads along Clegg's chest. It's Dean here to save the day! He's killed Clegg and saved Sam. “Show's over.”

A little while later Dougie Bear wakes up. He's cured! Donna tells him that Wendy's safe...and so is Doug. But Doug's ultra freaked out about being a vampire. Donna smiles at him and tries to talk it down. Dean's been in Donna's shoes before and he recognizes the look on Doug's face. Doug tells Donna that she's a hero for killing monsters but he can't have any part of it. He walks out. (UGH don't mind me I'm just crying over here.)

Sam tells Donna that anyone who gets too close to a hunter gets hurt – or worse. Essentially, Donna should look at this as a good thing since Doug will be safer without her. Dean shoots Sam a LOOK.

Later in the car Dean tells Sam he was a little harsh. Sam explains that it’s just a fact that they get people killed. Kaia most recently, for one. Sam tells Dean he's not in “a mood” and that he's just being realistic. The hunting life ends one way for them – bloody.

You Betcha These Are Quotes:

I'm not your son.

And then you turn down pancakes!

This is how we do things in the FBI.

I'm not hurt but I don't think I'm okay.

There are many pieces of Sam Winchester, but only one heart.

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the-madame21 · 7 years

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"Wait. I didn't mean that. Please come back." Iwaoi please :))

“And you know what else?” Iwa was yelling now, “All that star astrology shit is fucking fake!”

“Maybe to you it is—”

“No. No. It’s just fucking bullshit.”

“Yeah?” Oikawa nodded his head, pursing his lips, “Well your Godzilla movies? They’d put a dead man to sleep.”

“You like those movies!”

“I pretend to like them!” He clapped his hands together, as if to make a point, “Because that’s what you do in a relationship, Hajime. You have to sacrifice sometimes. It’s give and take—”

“That doesn’t work when all you ever fucking do is take—“

“I give you everything!” Oikawa argued, “I’ve always given you everything!”

“The only thing you give me is a fucking headache, Tooru. I mean for the love of God—”

“Really?” He stopped yelling, kept his voice level, “That’s the only thing? In the entirety of our lives that’s the only thing I’ve ever—”

“Stop it, you always do that. Over-exaggerate every fucking little thing. I’m just saying that that’s what it’s starting to feel like. Why does everything have to be so freaking transparent for you to understand—”

“Why do you have to act like you’re so superior? You don’t have to belittle me to fix whatever it was you fucking said in the first place. It’s not my fault I don’t understand whatever it was you chose to just string together at the last minute—”

“Oh please, like half the things you say aren’t pulled out of your fucking ass—”

“Are you done? I’m trying to fix this and you just keep insulting me!—”

“Well maybe it just can’t be fixed anymore!”

Tooru jolted, stiffening in his spot as he stared at what was supposed to be his lover. He felt the tears prickling the backs of his eyes, and he quickly shot his eyes to the ground, licking his lips to keep from crying. “If you—” he looked up, and quickly regretted it, because there was no sign of any sort of apology in Iwa’s eyes, and Oikawa could already feel his facade cracking. He turned quickly, whining out the word fine and wiping his eyes because fuck no he wasn’t going to cry in front of Iwa again.

“Tooru,” Hajime sighed, calling after him, rubbing his face and just feeling done. “Tooru, come on wait, I didn’t mean that.”

The slam of the bathroom door was the only response, and Iwa sighed again, knowing that pissed off or not, he had to go comfort him now.

How many times had they fought this week alone?

He cleared his throat, knocking lightly on the door. “Please come back out.”

Tooru was silent behind the door, which pissed Iwa off as much as it worried him, which only led him to being pissed off about Tooru making him worry in the first place. He let his head thunk against the wood of the door, trying to remember what he used to do to coax Tooru out back when things weren’t this bad.

Problem was, he couldn’t really remember when things hadn’t been this bad.

He groaned, sliding down the length of the door, before resting his head against his knees. It was going to be a long night.

Aggghhh my poor babies!! Someone save them DX Thank ya anon!

Send me an angst prompt!

#ask meme #iwaoi #haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #anon asks

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villainanders · 7 years

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i just wish the fma thing wasn’t on july 3rd because my mom said she would drive me to la bc im not confident to drive to the city myself (and she’s not confident enough in me... rip) but my weird ass hometown celebrates july 4th on the 3rd so i dont know if she’ll agree to drive me on that day

im also going to die if i miss the fma thing just because my town tries to save money on fireworks by sending them on a weird day aggghhh

#lieutenant talks

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rhapsody-under-pressure · 7 years

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Save Me pt 7

“A-abusing? John what the hell are you on to make you think that Freddie’s that thick to stay with someone who’s going to do that to him?” Roger asked, John immediately regretting his harsh tone as soon as he saw the confused and hurt expression upon his friend’s face.

He pursed his lips, wishing that he hadn’t said anything, at least not right now with Roger as fragile as he was right then and there. What else was he supposed to say? That he felt Freddie was alright and that he wasn’t going to have to bear the sight of him looking worse whenever the hell he decided to come home.

“Look at him, please, whenever he comes home.” He repeated, slowly starting to beg for him to listen or to at least agree. “Tell Bri even, just so that he could watch out for him too.”

“John he’s not a child.” Roger countered. “Remember that. You don’t need to be so worried all the time-”

“Really? So if Brian was being beaten by his old girlfriend would you be okay?!”

He bit back his anger as soon as he saw Roger physically wince at his words, his face going impossibly paler at whatever was going through his mind at his words. His form went stiff, his jaw clenching for a second before he shook his head, agreeing in a barely audible whisper.

Why was it so hard for him to see this? Hadn’t he seen that bruise on his face that he claimed was a shaving accident? Hell even the one on his arm was visible if he didn’t wear a shirt or pulled his sleeves up. If Roger was as observant as he wanted to claim he was, then he should have at least noticed that he wasn’t the same when talking about his boyfriend or being around him.

“Why can’t he see what the hell he’s doing to him?” John asked aloud, thinking back to that night when Freddie had come home from Bret’s house after their fight. He had looked petrified and refused to let him see any of the injuries his boyfriend had left upon his body. Even the last time he had seen him, he wouldn’t let him see any of those marks he’d left before he came in. It’s like he was protecting them from something, like he couldn’t handle him or any of them seeing him in such a compromising situation.

“I-if he’s really in that sort of situation, maybe Bret’s threatening him o-or something.” Roger suggested shakily, as though he was still trying to comprehend what he was alluding to.

“Then why is he acting so fucking stupid?” He hissed, slamming his fist down on the arm of his seat. “It’s not like they’ve been together for a decade or that Bret’s the greatest guy in the world!”

“To him, he was.” Roger said sullenly, his eyes falling halfway shut as he yawned quietly. “It’s been a little over a year and you know how Freddie is with relationships. He latches on so quickly to whoever he finds even the slightest attraction to. He probably just sees him as, well, a godsend. Someone who actually does care about him, even if it’s for a short time.”

The room fell silent, Roger staring blankly at the ground while John stared up at the ceiling, emptily gazing at the blank wall while the clock ticked softly in the background. He didn’t want to admit that Roger was right, it just wasn’t right for him to think that someone as smart as Freddie and someone as beautifully romantic as him could consider this worthy of his love and attention. Someone who bloody harmed him because he wasn’t listening or got on his nerves. Merely thinking about it was sickening, let alone him knowing that it was the reality his love was in.

“John, until he does come home, there’s nothing you can do.” Roger finally said. “Going after him over Bret’s house will just end badly. Wait until he comes home. If you…If you feel up to it, talk…talk to him.” He said drowsily.

“God, that’s just hell. I’d rather go back to high school for another four years then speak to him.”

John pushed himself into a better position and ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself back down. He still couldn’t believe that Roger had started to argue with him over this, like he was being crazy for thinking this. He couldn’t possibly know everything. You gotta remember that.

“I’m sorry for snapping.” John finally told him in a much softer voice. “I just worry about him.”

He looked towards his friend, seeing the top half of his face visible from behind his arm, his eyes now gently shut as his breathing drastically slowed. He did get to see a small smile form before his head fell slack against his arm. John managed to push himself up, soon grabbing the blanket Roger had brought out to the living room to throw on him while he had been sleeping and laid it across his body.

Sleepiness took over once again, his body crashing down onto the couch next to him as he curled up on top of the rough cushions. He tried his best to force hopeful thoughts into his mind. Quick images from the past of how Freddie was when he could be himself and not something his supposed partner wanted him to be. That’s what he wanted back. That’s what he wanted to see when he came home. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that all they would get was the exact opposite of what he wanted to see once again.

…

Water came spilling out of the faucet as he splashed the warming water onto his face, trying his best to remove the lingering sleep that stuck to the corners of his eyes. The sound of rumbling thunder and bullets of rain crashing against the building was only making him more keen to go fall back down onto his bed now that he had pushed himself off of their couch. Roger was still fast asleep in his seat from the last time he had seen him and Brian was still missing from their apartment just like their singer. He sighed out of annoyance, shoving the recurring thoughts out of his mind to the best of his ability as he grabbed the nearby bottle of shaving cream, letting the contents foam up on the palm of his hand before quickly spreading it along his face, the sight of seeing the thick stubble day after day growing sickening as it reminded him of just how much he had started letting himself go once again.

He grabbed his razor, ignoring the intruding thought of seeing their singer holding his own and coming up with the excuse that it had been a shaving injury that had caused the bruise upon his face and not his brute of a boyfriend. After bringing it up to his face he could only imagine what on earth was going on with the two of them right now. He could only hope that he was wrong about it all and that they were, unfortunately, getting along like they had been together for a decade. Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t help but fall short of believing what he wanted to be the truth. Freddie was stuck with him and he knew deep inside of his heart that he wasn’t going to be okay when he came home, both physically and emotionally.

Almost as soon as he finished shaving, the door to their flat closed, the sound being just barely audible from the bathroom. He threw another handful of water onto his face, quickly grabbing the black towel that was hanging up next to him and dried his face off, soon rushing out of his bedroom and headed down the hall, desperately hoping to see a familiar face after so long.

“Come on baby, it’s almost ten o’clock.” Brian’s soft voice called out, John faintly hearing Roger groan as the chair creaked beneath him. John held his hand up to his mouth to hide his grin behind it, watching as their guitarist continually shook Roger’s limp frame in his seat as he tried his best to seem as though he was still asleep.

“Hey John, help me get him up, will you? This lazy sack won’t get budge.”

“Ugh…Five more minutes… Come on, lemme sleep Bri.” Roger begged sleepily, pulling his blanket up to cover his face from the invading light from above him.

“Not today love, come on, you slept long enough. You even told me two days ago that you wanted to go to the studio.”

“Yeah…Yeah I know just not this early. Plus, it’s Deaky’s birthday tomorrow, I don’t wanna be exhausted then.”

Brian didn’t let him get another word out before he moved his hands under his arms and scooped him out of his seat, John giggling softly as Roger let out a soft whine of disproval at his partner’s actions.

“Get up Rog, else I’ll help him by dousing your bed in ice water.” John told him playfully.

“Fuck you, I’m tired.” He growled, adding a weak smirk as Brian continued to carry him down towards their bedroom.

“Now that’s no way to talk to the soon to be birthday boy, now is it? I might let him dump ice down your shirt if your act rude again.”

“Aggghhh…” Roger groaned, as soon as they disappeared behind their bedroom door, John making his way back to his own to finish cleaning himself up. He shed his two-day old outfit, kicking it into the small pile of old clothes and turned the shower on, the sound of the water hitting the basin almost mimicking that of the rain outside. A quick shiver passed through his body as he held out his hand to test the water that was still ice cold.

The heat from the shower and the added steam that filled the room once he got out felt oddly calming, mainly to his still stiff muscles after sleeping crookedly upon their couch. He could already hear the other two chatting about in their kitchen while he tossed on his clothes, grabbing his towel once more to dry any extra moisture out of his hair before he headed back out.

“You in the mood for coming today John? You haven’t recorded much since we got back from the tour.” Roger asked as he made his way down the hall.

“Neither’s Fred. Has he come back yet?”

Roger’s face paled as he looked in his direction, John instinctively shaking his head to get Brian’s thoughts off of their singer. He couldn’t tell him what he thought. It’d just bring up more questions and all Brian did know was how he felt about relationships, let alone who he’d like to be in one with. Guilt fell over their drummer’s face as he replicated the action with a shrug.

“He’s probably still frotting about with his boyfriend. Someone should give him a bloody call sooner or later.” Roger commented, Brian huffing in agreement as he downed his glass of water.

Desperate to get off the subject, John agreed to come down to the studio with them. Maybe it’d be a good thing to help get his mind off of their singer since he knew he couldn’t do anything from their flat or at all.

“Come on, just sit in the back of our car.” Roger offered, motioning towards the door as his lover headed over to grab his coat. “Oh, just gimme a minute Bri, I just wanna talk to John in private for a second.”

Brian’s face darkened for a moment, but he merely nodded and headed out the door, grabbing the keys from one of the hooks in the process. He turned to face the older man, seeing that worried look upon his face before he shook his head and looked back towards him.

“John, I know you’ve still got Freddie on your mind. Look, he’s alright. Even…Even if what you think is happening is the reality, there’s not much you can do until he comes home, at all even. I think it’s great you’re coming to the studio. Just, don’t let it worry you too much. You can’t change anything right now.”

While he knew Roger’s words were meant to calm him down, all they did was rile his nerves back up. How could he even mention to him how helpless he was in that situation right now? He already knew how useless he was with all the shit in his life and Freddie’s life too. He despised it with all his heart and Roger sadly wasn’t helping him with his comments. But he couldn’t bring himself to snap at him. He was trying to help and after seeing him act so hurt over whatever happened yesterday in the morning, there was no damn way he could shoot him down when he was trying to be positive and hopefully recovering from his previous ordeal.

“Yeah…Thanks Rog.” He told him as he opened to door for him, watching him tug up the back of his shirt to cover up his neck as he disappeared around the corner. John sighed in defeat, wishing that he had the nerve the day before to ask what really was wrong or what happened between him and Brian while he hadn’t been around. He looked down the hallway outside their apartment, expecting to see their drummer sitting at the top of the stairs yet saw nothing. Without another thought, he turned around, grabbed the key out of his pocket, and locked the door behind him.

…

“No, no it’s like this John.” Brian said, pointing to the correct chords on his bass after he put his instrument down on his stand. “You’re playing the one string beneath it.”

He sighed, repeating what Brian had just shown him before they tried the instrumental part again. Roger was absentmindedly tapping on his hi-hat while occasionally kicking the bass drum. He rubbed his eyes, trying to bring his mind back into focus so that he wouldn’t keep drifting off into what he wanted to think about and discuss at the moment.

“Sorry, I’m just not focused right now.” John told him as he tried to bring his eyes back into focus on his instrument that rested against his lap.

“Look why don’t we take a break?” Roger finally asked, pushing himself up in his seat and motioning towards the clock. “It’s been nearly four hours and we’ve been working since we got here. I’m starving anyway.”

Brian looked towards his partner, a glimmer of curiosity passing over his eyes before slight worry entered. “I-I mean I don’t mind taking a break. I can go get lunch if-”

“Yes!” John finally said, hoping that their guitarist would oblige so he could discuss something with Roger once more. “Just…Well I mean if you insist.”

Brian placed his guitar on the nearby stand, saying that he would be back soon and got back up, Roger uttering a quick goodbye before he left the room. In an instant, John tossed his bass onto the seat next to him and got up from his seat, hurrying over to Roger’s place and latching onto his shirt.

“John-What’re you-”

“Just follow me, I gotta talk to you about something. I don’t want Bri hearing this.”

“You don’t-need to grab-me!” He argued, fighting with his hand and finally yanking him off of his shoulder.

“Well…Just, just come on! It’s important.”

Their drummer glanced up, apparently sensing the urgency in his eyes as he stuffed his sticks into his pocket. For once he was glad he was willing to listen. He couldn’t bother keeping everything in the dark anymore. Roger might actually listen to him or give him better advice if he knew what Bret was doing behind Freddie’s back. Even if it was just a guess, he had to get something more to be able to handle all of this on his own without Freddie finding out.

He opened the back door to the studio, letting Roger enter before he shut it behind him, listening for a split second to make sure no one else had come in the building unannounced. Roger laid back on one of the couches and kicked his feet up onto the table, fixing his belt as he made his way over to the opposing couch.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, John freezing in his spot. He hadn’t exactly thought about ever getting this far or telling anyone but Freddie about what he thought was going on. How was he supposed to bring this up? He couldn’t just straight up say that Bret was possibly cheating on Freddie, especially since Roger already assumed that he was being paranoid about his safety while he was with him. Bringing that up might make him seem like he was trying to break them both up and ruin everything. There had to be a simpler way of doing this. But what on earth was there? Discussing something as important as this without either of the two people involved being there was difficult enough, let alone having to deal with an accompanying sense that this was all going to backfire for him if he slipped up in any way.

“John, is this about Freddie again?” Roger asked him as he looked towards him with worry and slight exhaustion.

“Sort of…But not about what I said earlier.” John admitted, looking away from their drummer and down at the ground. “Just, he’s been acting weird, as I said. I was just wondering, what were his relationships like before I, well, came about?”

Roger seemed taken aback by the out of place question, as was he for letting that be the first thing he asked. Their drummer rubbed the back of his head as he shrugged in response. “Well, he didn’t really have many. At most there were two before you came in. Both with girls at the time. I guess it’s confusing as all hell for him to figure out what he wants. Anyway, I forgot the first one’s name, it only lasted like a month or two and they didn’t really hit it off. But, oh fuck what was her name, something like Marie. She was the one he had the more stable relationship with.”

“He…He really seemed to like her. She seemed to like him too. But she, she hurt him in the end. Left him for someone else eventually.”

“How’d he react?”

“Hurt. Expectedly so. He really did love her. But she told him he was too eccentric and volatile with his emotions for her.” He paused, his expression twisting into one of disgust. “Little tramp couldn’t bother working anything out. Anyway, after that, well you know everyone he got with afterwards. All those broads he’d tow into the flat until only a few years ago did he branch out a bit more. Bret’s only what, the third guy he’s shown us?”

“I guess…” John replied, thinking back to when he first met their singer. He’d seemed oddly shy and closed off at the time. Had she just left him and that’s why he was so off around him then? He knew it wasn’t from him being a new person, Freddie never got that silent around people he had just met. Shy yes, but not so nervous like that.

“What’s he like with…People not being loyal to him? If he’s ever dealt with that.”

Roger cocked an eyebrow at him, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing him with a fiery interest in his question. “You mean cheating?” He asked bluntly.

John winced at the word, the face of the mysterious man filling his mind as he thought back to what he had seen all that time ago. “Yes…What’s he like with cheating?”

“Not good. No one is really. He doesn’t get angry, least not from what I’ve seen. Marie kinda cheated on him back then…Broke him up really. He tried acting fine and pushed her away afterwards even with it being a few days. As said, he gets kinda sullen but comes back in a few months and chases after someone else, like he always does.”

“Cheating’s always a touchy subject, regardless of who you ask. I mean, I can’t imagine what he must’ve felt like afterwards. I’m just going off what I’ve seen or heard from him. But you know him, he’s so closed off with relationship drama. Won’t even tell you his first kiss!” Roger said, trying his best to lighten the air around them after giving his heavy explanation.

“Tsk, least he’s had one with someone he likes.” John replied, ignoring the sting at his reveal while he leant forward and laid his forearms on his legs. “Just, you think he’d act badly if it ever happened again?”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“I dunno…It might be different if it happens with someone else.”

“Well I doubt he’d act happy about it! He’d probably rehash everything again and latch onto someone else if this thing with Bret doesn’t work out. Kinda seems like it is though…” Roger told him, looking as though he regretted what he said as soon as it left his mouth.

John shrugged it off, not wanting to delve into that again. His mind was back onto what he should do regarding Freddie’s lover. He couldn’t tell Roger now. It was nearly definite that he wouldn’t believe him if he brought up just seeing Bret that one night all those weeks ago. He needed to see him again. If he could get a single sight of either of them, then he’d confront them, even if it meant that it’d be Bret begging him to keep silent about what he was telling him. He had to fight back a smirk at the thought of that brat on his knees, hands clasped and pleading him to not tell Freddie because he caught him in his little lie.

The door closed to the front of the building, Roger immediately turning his head towards the door and getting up from his seat.

“That all you wanted to talk about?” He asked as he straightened out his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah that’s it. C’mon, let’s get back out there before Bri thinks we’ve left.” He said playfully, trying his best to lighten their drummer’s mood before he headed back out there to see his lover again.

…

The day steadily passed. Music was constantly playing from either the prerecorded tracks that Brian and Roger had worked on in the past or from them working on Brian’s new track that excluded Freddie’s involvement completely. With the time slowly coming along six o’clock, each of them had begun to feel the effects of working all day and were now arguing over what could possibly be a single.

“Oh come on, Roger you’re gonna be laughed at by everyone for writing a song like that!” John said.

“Well who cares about that?! It’s not like we’ve never dealt with any annoying ridicule from the music press before and I couldn’t care less what those ‘edgy’ little prats think about it.”

“You sound like you’re fifty years old.” He stated. “Besides, we’ve yet to see what Fred’s got to offer.”

“And you. What songs have you even churned out? Least I’ve got something done and so does Bri.”

“Ah yes, stomping around takes so much work.”

“Hey! Least it’s something. What’ve you even got?” Brian interjected once his song came under fire.

“A bit of a song. You guys already found one if I recall.” He retorted, Brian’s gaze looking away from him while Roger held his ground.

“If I had to guess it still isn’t done yet?”

“Well no-”

“My point. So, leave mine alone.”

He rolled his eyes and kicked his feet up on top of the coffee table while Roger gave a smug smile as he took pride in his victory. He wished he had brought that new song he’d left folded up in his bedroom, least that would’ve knocked the smirk off of Roger’s face so that he could be in Roger’s current position.

“When do you think Fred’ll bring something in? He usually has four songs done by now.” Brian asked as his partner shifted closer to him, closing the already miniscule gap between them, his eyes starting to take on a sudden darkness as he sighed out of exhaustion.

“All I know is he’s got something he’s working on. Some piano thing again.” John told them, his heart jumping at the giddy memory of watching him play for him.

“He better bring it in instead of fooling around with his boyfriend all the time. Hell he’s been gone nearly three days already.” Roger commented after he shook his head to try and come back to their conversation.

John huffed in response, trying his best to not notice the little twitchy movements from their drummer. “Besides, he’ll probably get in here soon. I bet he’s got another stored away in his room.” He said, desperately trying to get off the subject of their singer before he snapped again.

Roger caught on and nodded, checking his watch and sitting up. “You guys gonna drive home together or are you guys gonna hitch a ride with me?” He asked, shifting in his spot for a few seconds as though he was in a rush to get out of there.

“I’ll meet you home. Just leave the door unlocked.” Brian told him.

“Same here.”

Roger didn’t respond before heading off, his gaze suddenly looking far more distracted as he dragged himself out of the room. Brian looked as though he was regretting his decision but remained quiet, still continuing to stare at the door for the next few seconds.

“You wanna finish up that bit on your track?” He asked as he reached for his bass on its stand to try and bring him back into the present and away from whatever was rushing through his mind.

“Sure. The riff doesn’t sound right anyway.” Brian replied as he snapped back into focus.

For the next hour they continued playing, pausing only to bicker about whether it sounded right or not, which always ended in Brian winning since, in the end, it was his track. The room echoed with loud guitar chords and low bass notes mingling together to form a sort of American-esque tune. Only when they finished playing through it for what felt like the thirtieth time did Brian finally sit back down with his guitar falling off to his side. John placed his back on the stand, bringing his hand up to rub the growing exhaustion out of his eyes.

It’s been three days John. Just shoot his flat a call. At least then you could know if he’s alright. He reiterated in his mind. The thought wouldn’t go away unless he did something or Freddie just appeared at the studio door right now. Unfortunately, he knew he had to choose the former and stood up.

“I’m just gonna do something real quick. If you want, you can wait in the car.” John suggested to their tired guitarist, who merely nodded before reaching for his case.

John headed to the back of the room and opened the back door, entering the back room once more and headed for the phone at the back. He hoped he remembered the number Freddie had given him ages ago in case any of them needed to reach Bret or him if they were at his house, although he had tried forgetting it as he figured at the time that it wouldn’t last more than another month or two back then.

He dialed the number as best he could remember, biting down on the tip of his tongue as his fingers nervously twitched along the phone. Before anyone could pick up, he hung it up and stared at it, still tightly gripping it. Just do it, like he’s going to care. But what if Bret picks up? What’re you going to say then? That you just wanted to speak to Freddie you idiot. Like that’s such an uncommon thing to say. He berated as he sighed heavily. He dialed it once again, holding it up to his ear and toying around with the wire near the middle.

Ring after ring passed. Every passing second began gnawing at his patience as he considered hanging up again since he knew that it’d be ridiculous for him to wait there until someone picked up if no one was truly home.

Finally, the ringing stopped. A voice sounded in the background that was barely audible or understandable past that it was a man’s voice. An unfamiliar voice replied that they had “picked it up”.

“Hello?” They asked in a dreamy voice.

John froze, unable to get anything out now that someone had actually picked up. Why did you even call? You hate talking on the bloody phone! He criticized. “I-I’m just looking for Freddie.” He said in a small voice, bringing his hand up to hit his head at how stupid the statement must’ve sounded.

“Freddie?” The other man asked, his previous dazed tone being replaced with curiosity.

“Y-yes? I’ve t-the right number, right? Bret Vanderbilt’s correct?” He asked.

“Well…Yes. He does live here and he’s in the other room if you want to speak with him.”

The mysterious person paused and pulled the phone away slightly, his voice growing fainter yet still audible enough for him to hear what he was saying and now to hear the other man’s voice much more clearly.

“Bret baby, someone’s on the phone for you.” He said lovingly.

“Well who is it?” Bret asked in an uncharacteristically sweet voice. John’s expression grew sour at his voice, earning an eye roll at his words as he continued listening in on their conversation.

“No clue love. But someone just was asking for this other bloke. Forgot what his name was.”

“Ahw, you’re such a forgetful little thing.” Bret said in that sickeningly fake tone. It reminded him of how he treated Freddie at the start of their relationship. However, he knew by now that it wasn’t at all genuine.

“Oh just talk to him!” The other guy exclaimed. “I wanna spend some time with you before I’ve got to go again.”

“Why you little tease! Ahw, give it here babe.” Bret said playfully.

The realization slapped him the face as soon as the words left Bret’s mouth from the other end. Before he could get on the phone with him, he slammed the phone back down onto the base and backed away from it, desperately hoping that it wouldn’t start ringing again. It’s not, how the hell would he even get the number? He asked in an attempt to calm himself back down. He should’ve known it as soon as that mysterious voice came through the phone.

That lying, cheating bastard. He seethed. There was no doubt in his mind that the guy who was currently over Bret’s house was the very same one who he had met all those weeks ago outside the corner store. Even if it wasn’t, having two people he was cheating on their singer with wasn’t exactly helping Bret’s current situation. As much as he had hoped, it didn’t bring the expected relief he had hoped to feel once it was confirmed. All it brought was a sickening feeling of guilt that he hadn’t told someone sooner that mixed with the growing anger within him.

Oh God where’s Freddie? He thought. Now that Bret’s secret partner was over his house, surely Freddie wasn’t still there or even coming back. That prick waited until he left. How heartless can you be? He continued. You gotta tell him. You can’t let him stay with him if he’s being that unfaithful and beating the hell out of him while he’s at it. He told himself as he sunk down into one of the spare seats they had back there.

Why on earth wasn’t he feeling any happier? Surely this sort of news should’ve made him ecstatic. If Freddie ever found out or Bret broke up with him, it’d mean that he was open for him to try once more to come out to him. But there wasn’t an ounce of joy. There never was whenever Freddie broke up with someone or they left him instead. Every single time it happened he’d be forced to see him look so broken and upset over another failed romance that all he did instead of taking a shot at getting with him, he’d comfort him and try to make him feel any better than he was.

Because you know his happiness is more important than yours. You’d rather have him go off with someone he truly loves or at least be there to help him when it goes awry than act as some rebound to benefit yourself. He thought to himself. Fortunately, this time he didn’t feel worse after thinking to himself. That voice was right. As much as he had wanted to feel great about finding about Bret’s disloyalty, he couldn’t find anyway this was going to end well for any of them, especially Freddie.

John stared at the wall for the next five minutes, running over a multitude of ideas of what on earth he could do. When nothing came to him, he headed out the back room. He reached out for his jacket, pausing as he imagined the hurt expression upon Freddie’s face if he relayed the news to him about his cheating partner. What if he thought he was lying? He’d never believe what he told him unless he saw it for himself. Hell he wouldn’t bother telling any of them that he was hurting him, let alone would he even begin to handle another person cheating on him at the same time.

He has to catch him in the act. He’s not going to believe you. His mind convinced. His shoulders fell slack as he rested his head against the wall. I swear to God I’ll beat Bret’s sorry ass myself if he comes over again. He swore as he yanked his coat off of the hook and tossed it on. Without wasting another second, he tossed the door open and headed out into the cool night, walking towards his car that was softly rumbling with light music playing from the radio as Brian laid reclining back in the passenger seat. He fought back his anger as he opened the car door, slamming it shut and tightly gripping the steering wheel.

“You okay?” Brian asked drowsily as he pushed him and his seat up.

“Fine.” He said bluntly. “Just fine.”

Brian backed off, leaning back in his seat as he pulled out of the driveway. He didn’t bother thinking over this anymore. It was all just going to end badly if he brought it up to him anyway. Bret was just going to break Freddie’s heart no matter what, and he couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

…

“I’ll bring it in when we go in next time. I’ve just had it left on top of my nightstand.” John told Brian as they walked up the stairs to their apartment.

“Have you got a title for it yet?” He asked.

“It’s…I dunno something about wings.” He replied, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and trying to bring his focus together again.

“John you sure you’re alright? You’ve sounded off all day.” Brian asked again.

He was about to respond with a harsh “No.” But cut himself off before he let it slip. Brian had to put up with Roger being like he had the day before. He’s just trying to help. He doesn’t need to people in his life being hard on him. He looked up at their guitarist, seeing an odd lost and worried look in his eyes.

“Yeah…” He answered in a softer voice. “I just didn’t get a good sleep last night.”

Brian looked as though he was going to continue the conversation. Instead he just nodded, his gaze remaining dark as he hurried up the last of the stairs. John trailed behind him now, watching him throw open the still unlocked door and walk into their flat. He closed it behind him as he came inside, Brian heading over to the kitchen and turning on the stove, the small blue flame flickering to life as he turned the sink on, filling up the copper kettle and soon placing it on top of the burner.

“Sorry for going out last night.” Brian said suddenly. “I needed to…To get out for a bit.” He admitted as he leaned against the counter.

“No need to be sorry.” He told him. “Whatever was going on with Roger must’ve worn you out anyway.”

Their guitarist’s face fell as he looked down the hallway. “Hm…Yeah, whatever it was wore him out pretty badly yesterday.” He said as he turned back around and searched through the cabinet for a teabag. “You want anything?”

“Whatever we have is fine.”

Brian pulled out two beige mugs from their cabinet and set them down on the counter, placing a bag of black tea in one and a chamomile in the other. He brought down the sugar bowl and set it down next to the two mugs, grabbing a small spoon from the drawer as he waited for the water to boil.

“What was bothering him yesterday? He didn’t seem right when he came out here last night.” John asked again, still hopelessly trying to figure out what was bothering their drummer.

“He came out here last night?”

“Yes? Why else do you think he was out here earlier?”

“Ah well…Fair point.” Brian said as a light blush came up on his face. “Well, he just didn’t sleep right from what he told me. Felt kinda tired all day long to be honest.”

“Well yes…” He began. “But did something happen? He even seemed off when he left earlier.”

Brian’s face twisted down into a grimace as he shook his head. “No…Nothing bad. Just a bad night.” He repeated, soon tapping his fingers on the countertop.

John gave up on his attempt to figure out more, knowing that he wasn’t going to tell him something unless Roger was in the room with him. Maybe he could ask Freddie when he got home. Probably he had some kind of insight onto why Roger was getting so antsy lately yet refused to be purely honest with him and possibly Brian. Even with the tiny amount of the conversation he had actually heard the day before, it didn’t seem like he had gone into a great amount of detail about what was bothering him.

“Just, make sure he’s alright. He was really quiet last night and didn’t seem up to talking about it.” John suggested. At least Brian knew more than he did and would actually be able to help out their drummer from whatever was bothering him for the time being.

“Never really is…” He confided. “He’s not a big talker when something bothers him, you know that. Always puts other people’s stuff above his own when he can.”

He nodded in response as Brian turned around to take the kettle off of the burner, the steam starting to cause it to whistle violently as it shot out in a straight line towards the cabinets, leaving behind a fog that spread across the wood and soon turned into little droplets. Brian poured the water into the two cups and carried them over, laying the black tea next to him and the chamomile on the side closest to the chair that still had the blanket Roger had used from the previous night draped over it. He headed back over and grabbed the sugar bowl, laying it between the two cups with the small spoon next to it for them to use when needed.

“What were you doing back at the studio while I was in the car?” Brian asked. “You seemed to take a while.”

He shrugged, bringing back the debate from earlier about whether or not he should bring up what he found out about Freddie’s boyfriend while he had gone off. With that thought coming back into play, he glanced towards the coat hangers, hoping to see some kind of evidence that Freddie had come back home. Yet it remained the same besides their coats being hung up and shoes laying in random spots. Freddie’s was still hung up in its usual spot and nothing else of his had been moved.

“I just…Shot someone a call.”

“Was it Freddie?”

John’s insides shrunk at Brian’s question. It had been his original goal but failed abysmally. In return, all he got was that present guilt that he wasn’t trying to tell Freddie about his boyfriend’s disloyalty to him, even though he already proved it with laying his hands on him.

“Yeah…I rang Bret’s house just to ask if he was gonna head to the studio at any point and no one picked up. Trust me, I sat there for two minutes.” He lied, knowing that he couldn’t tell the whole truth this time around. Not until he had some kind of interaction with Freddie about his cheating lover.

“Probably still went out to do a bunch of shit again. God those two are still such lovebirds.” He said playfully. “Fred might have himself a keeper if it keeps up like this.”

“Lovely.” He said bitterly.

Brian leaned forward and stirred the two spoonfuls of sugar into the cup of tea, leaning back against his seat while he took to mixing him own inside his mug. He inhaled the savory yet sweet scent that wafted up from the mug in his hands, the heat warming his palms. They sat there in bittersweet silence, John relishing in the serenity yet despising the awkward air that began forming as they tried their best to keep busy with their drinks.

You gotta tell him. He’s Freddie’s friend too. It’s not like he’d go and blab anyway. Besides, Roger would keep him quiet about it. He told himself as he downed more of his drink. God but you can’t just bring it up to him. He’s already got enough on his mind with whatever’s bothering Roger and you know he’s got some kind of worry with you too. Adding Freddie into the mix would kill him.

Brian sat his now empty mug on the table, his busy stare locking onto the coffee table as he laid back onto the couch, his own internal debate keeping him silent. John didn’t bother talking to him at the moment, whatever was bothering him was more important than his own worries and ideas about their singer’s predicament. He bid their guitarist good night and headed down the hallway, adding a quick look towards Brian and Roger’s room across the hall, tuning in for a second to see if he could catch any sounds. Alas, nothing came through. The whole flat was silent besides his feet shuffling across the floor and him closing his own bedroom door behind him, allowing him to lock himself out from the rest of the world and enjoy his own solitude.

…

Bullets of rain slammed against his window, howling winds and rumbling thunder soon following as he pushed himself up in his bed and glanced outside, unable to see much besides the clouds that were filling the sky. He looked towards his clock, groaning at how early it was still and that he had been woken up from nothing once again. Nevertheless, he tore his blankets off, shivering for a second at the sudden cold that hit his body, and got out of bed.

“Almost five in the morning and now you decide to get up.” He growled as he shifted his t-shirt around and untied the knot to his pajama trousers.

As it had been the night before, the flat was still silent. No other soul was moving about, not even any chatter from behind the other door came through their still closed door. Another shiver made its way through his body as he rubbed his bare arms in an attempt to warm himself up. He walked over to the thermostat at the end of the hall, cursing Brian for turning it down again after he went to bed and put it up a tad more, since he wasn’t that much of a fan of seeing his breath indoors.

John turned away from the thermostat and headed towards the kitchen, pausing as he noticed something new standing up on top of their counter. He rubbed the remaining sleep out of his eyes as they finally made out the shape of a white card sitting near the edge. He headed over, picking it up and turning the horizontal card around, seeing a simple design of four little candles etched onto the front, two of them yellow and two of them blue and each of them with a little orange flame on the wick. Happy Birthday was written underneath it in black in an elegant script.

A small smile made its way onto his face as he opened it up, his thumb running along the unmistakable writing that belonged to their frontman. His scribble took up the top half of the card in a dark blue ink while the bottom half had those same candles now blown out with the caption Now make a wish! written underneath it. The simplicity made his smile grow. However, his focus was now on Freddie’s little message at the top.

Happy birthday Deaky! Sorry I wasn’t around much for the past few days, Bret’s been keeping me at his flat the whole time! I didn’t have much time to get you something better but I hope you enjoy this little card I got. Enjoy your day dear ♡

Freddie

John felt a few tears start to grow out of the corner of his eyes, the fight to keep them there growing harder as he continued to read over the little card their singer had left him. He looked down the hallway, now seeing that his door was shut instead of left open like it had been for the past two days. Relief crashed over him as he walked down the hall, skipping his room and the other two’s and pausing at the front of Freddie’s door, holding his closed hand up to it. He held it there for a few moments, debating whether or not it was worth waking him up to thank him personally. Before he knocked, he pulled it back, cursing himself for being too nervous to do so and figuring it was best that if he was sleeping, he should get what he needed.

Instead, he headed back to his bedroom, softly shutting the door behind him and sighing softly as he laid against it with the card clutched against his chest. He hurried himself back to bed, crawling back under his covers and pulling them over his legs. He perched himself back against the headboard of his bed and stared at the small gift again, gently laying it against the closest open space on his nightstand, letting his index finger run across the little candles on the front before he let the rest of his body slip back underneath the blankets.

Thank God he made it home. He thought as he turned onto his side and stared at the card again, now taking notice of the sparkles that decorated the small candles on the front. He allowed his gaze move across to his door, a small part of him still hoping he’d go and thank their frontman personally instead of risking him rushing off with Bret again before he could do so. Yet with his returning exhaustion, he fell slack under the covers, shutting his eyes and getting himself comfortable once again. With little resistance, he fell back into his old slumber, the smile from earlier still lingering upon his face.

#Queen #Fanfiction #Deacury #Save Me #This one's sorta slow but I needed to write this part #I hope you like it

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