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I was supposed to start the 9th chapter for Arsonist's Lullabye but instead the words for another rosestarkillerchaser fic appeared on my docs lol

Does anyone have any Barty centric fic recs?

Preferably:

Not explicit

Not too angst heavy

Rosekiller (but I'm definitely open to other ships)

Multi chapter

I kind of want something similar to Disappointing Your Dad In Just Three Easy Steps! But I'm not having a lot of luck finding anything

started a little collection of rosekiller onehsots :) it'll be ongoing for a while.

im so tired of sterek fics where derek is like really mean or just aloof to stiles until they get together. do you have an recs where derek is just a sweetheart who's always soft on stiles even before they get together?

Here's softboi!derek.

let me take care of you by honestlydarkprincess

(1/1 I 1,1311 I Teen)

Stiles couldn’t do anything but stare at the alpha werewolf as he rambled while unloading the aforementioned supplies from the grocery bag to Stiles’ counter.

Nothing Stiles was seeing made sense.

Why was Derek here, in his apartment, with cold medicine and fucking soup?

Or, the one where Derek comes over to take care of a sick Stiles. They talk about their moms and confess some feelings. It's all very soft.

An Anchor for the Storm by andthwip

(1/1 I 3,246 I Mature)

Derek's the only person Stiles can turn to.

Give Me Shelter by WonderWolf

(1/1 I 8,295 I Teen)

I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”

“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.

“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”

(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).

If It Means a Lot to You by Nier

(1/1 I 9,356 I Teen)

His mom had told him about mates in the past. Derek would often come home and just hear stories about how his parents had met and fallen for each other, how they had gotten together after learning about what they truly meant to one another.

He was a kid when she told him all this, so it didn't really make much sense to him at the time. All he could do was sit there on the edge of her bed, listening as his mother talked about how love is an act of courage. If you don't take that first step, then everything else is impossible too.

Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 

(1/1 I 11,573 i Teen)

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

Love At It's Purest by AbsolutelyNot2801

(12/? I 24,218 I Mature)

Sometimes Derek does things that makes Stiles think his crush is not completely one-sided, like gentle touches, soothing words and embraces like the one they were in that morning. And then he goes and does something stupid like getting a stupid girlfriend like Jennifer. It’s not because of Jennifer at all really. She’s lovely. But Stiles can’t help the hint of jealousy when he sees the loving gazes and soft, shy smiles.

And this is his step-brother he’s talking about. His step-brother! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or a fic in which Stiles and Derek can’t help falling in love with each other. But there's a problem, they're step brothers. A fic with angst, feels and a happy ending.

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by TheRealDanniX

(9/9 I 24,674 I Teen)

When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

This Is Not Who I'm Supposed to Be by Anonymous

(11/11 I 24,932 I Teen)

After Stiles' friends get shot, the fox runs away from his home. He runs far enough that the white snow changes into green gras, and his white fur feels heavier than ever underneath the shining sun. Talia Hale and her family find him and she helps him turn back into human, something he hasn't been in years, and he has to learn how to be human again with the help from Derek. He realizes that life isn't easy. Not as human and not as a supernatural creature. Especially not when hunters are back in town.

shatter like glass, come apart in my hands by cosmicayan

(15/? I 47,107 I Mature)

The one in which Stiles goes missing for three months and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he turns up at the door of the Hale House, confusing himself, Derek, and literally everyone else.

Oh, yeah, and he has no memory of what happened to him (or, at least, no conscious memory).

Peter: sometimes facing your fears head on is the best way to realize they aren’t actually scary

James: yeah I totally agree. Like when I climbed a mountain during a lightning storm with a metal pole and demanded to get struck by lightening. I didn’t even get hurt and now I’m not even scared of God anymore

Sirius: you mean you did that without me?!

Remus: oh my fucking go-

Regulus: you did WHAT?

Eddie Diaz, how could you came back from super strange math date to him and didn't fuck him senseless? When he look like that? Long hair, cozy sweater, childish smile. And main thing HE PUT YOUR(yours and his) SON IN BED !!!!! You're so stupid

If buddie isnt meant to be romantic can someone tell oliver stark and ryan guzman bc i dont think they know

I FOUND THIS IN MY CAMERA ROLL ALDKALDJAL WHO EVEN MADE THIS I HAVE NO MEMORY LMAO

The Slytherin Skittles sitting by the black lake

Barty: So Evan, about that date on Friday?

Evan: Shagging in the morning instead of the evening barely counts as a date Crouch.

Barty: Yes it does! Dorcas, shagging in the morning counts as a date right?

Dorcas: If it's just shagging and nothing else afterwards, it's only a date if you didn't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Thank you, at least someone agrees.

Barty: Fine, we won't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Oh you're such a pretentious arsehole, Reggie are you hearing this?

Regulus: Huh?

Pandora: I think Regulus is a bit preoccupied with James Potter and his current lack of a shirt.

Pandora:*passing him some water* Here, you look thirsty.

oh yeah cause it’s so incredibly heterosexual to give your homie prostate orgasms when he gets on your nerves a little. give me a break

911 chats part idk

Wylan: We have crime statistics? Crime? That warrants statistics??

Jesper: ….You make bombs, Merchling

Wylan: WE’RE THE CRIMINALS?? FROM THE STATISTICS??

James: I'm definitely the one in charge in this relationship.

Regulus: Babe, stand up.

James: stands up

Regulus: Sit down.

James: sits down

Regulus: Look over here.

James: looks at him

Regulus: Hm, interesting.

To Be Worthy Of Hope by alocalband

Teen | 7k | 1/1

“If you can’t say the words, you’re not mature enough to know what they mean,” Scott tells him.

Stiles throws a french fry at him.

(In which Derek is secretly pining, Stiles is oblivious to both Derek’s feelings as well as his own, and any personal growth that happens in the mean time is completely reluctant.)

In which you can pinpoint the exact moment Billy knew Jonathan is the one.

remus was james’s gay awakening (he’s the casanova of gryffindor tower, so duh)

sirius was james’s gay ‘confirmation’ (they kissed once, and james knew he wasn’t straight)

then james said hmmmm I want a combination of both, and ended up with regulus.

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

Jesper: If you keep stealing my shirts I’ll have nothing left to wear and I’ll be left walking around Ketterdam in nothing but a vest like a disgraced juggler.

Wylan: Well, I’m not complaining. I would actually say that’s a very desirable outcome.

Jesper: Wondering what are you gonna do when suitors will start flocking to me, attracted by my shirtless roaming and dazzling juggling act.

Wylan: I wouldn’t worry about that. The canals are big enough for me to push them all in.

Inspired by a little convo I had with @jelazakazone <3

Hands

The emphasis on hands is something I enjoyed a lot in Tears of the Kingdom, so I wanted to draw some

On Twitter!

wylan is the definition of the duality of man. he is adorable and cute and seemingly so innocent with his curls and his big eyes and his flute and everything, but he’s actually this badass motherfucker who makes bombs and threatens to push people in canals and im not surprised jesper is head over heels for him bc i would be too.

we stan wylan van eck in this household. reblog if you also stan our king our savior our musical madman wylan van fucking eck

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️Happy Trans Visibility Day!!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

The artist and the Tattooist

🏳️‍🌈Jason Todd x Male!Reader

Reader is a painter and owns a gallery across the street from Jason’s Tattoo Studio

Day one of living in Gotham and you really didn’t get why it had a bad rep. It was a nice area, at least the part you lived in. The area you opened your gallery was in a nice area too.

You did get that some parts of Gotham were not as welcoming once the sun went down, but that’s like most places.

You placed all your canvases on the stands as you looked around, breathing in deeply with a smile on your face. You could be your own boss, work your own hours. Relax.

You heard rock music playing from across the street, not too loud, but loud enough it caught your attention.

There was a guy outside the studio across the street, he was tall, muscular and had ink almost everywhere. At least from where you could see, though he was wearing a tank top and shorts, which didn’t cover much. He was carrying boxes inside from the back of his truck.

‘Todd’s place, sounds cute’ you said to yourself as you walked out of your studio, making sure to lock the doors behind yourself.

You walked across the street and went inside the studio, you looked round to see books on the shelves. Opening some and flipping through pages, it was all artwork.

The smell of fresh ink filled your nostrils as you took in the sight of the studio, it was clean. The sound of a tattoo gun could be heard in the distance.

‘Hey, can I help you?’ The tall, muscular guy from earlier said as he walked into view. Smiling at you.

Tattoos down both his arms, up his neck, you could see a bit of his chest and there were tattoos there too. His hands had some nice flower work.

‘Hi, sorry to just walk in, I just opened the art studio across the street. I heard music and thought I’d come over’ you said, trying not to blush too much, as the handsome man looked in your eyes.

‘Sorry, is the music too loud? I was cleaning and moving stuff around to make room for the delivery. I must’ve not realised’ he said, fumbling for the control to the stereo.

‘Oh no, I like Nirvana. I just wanted to come and introduce myself’ you reached your hand out, stopping him from turning the music off.

‘Great, well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jason. Jason Todd’ he held his hand out.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you shook his hand, smiling.

‘Todd? As in…?’ You began, Jason chuckling.

‘Yeah, Todd’s place, thought it would be a cool name’ Jason blushed a little.

‘It is’ you reassured, Jason nodding over to your studio.

‘What’s your place called?’ He asked, you narrowed your eyes.

‘Y/l/n’

Jason laughed, finding it funny that you both had the same idea of naming your studio simply after your last names.

‘I like the artwork, who’s the artist? In the books’ you asked, Jason smiled slightly.

‘Me and my best friend, Roy’ he admitted, you raising an eyebrow. Clearly impressed.

‘Wow, I’m impressed’

‘Thanks, I’m assuming the canvases you sell are your own artwork?’ Jason urged, he was seemingly liking this conversation.

‘Yeah, some anonymous artists send stuff in for me to sell, but haven’t had that privilege since last year’ you laugh, Jason stepping a little closer to you.

‘Well, if you ever get bored and want to play around with designs, we could use some help with our art books’ Jason suggested as you nodded, eagerly.

‘Same if you want to sell your artwork as more than tattoos’ you wink.

You both left the conversation on a light note as you both realised you should get back to work, but there was a spring in your step. Jason seemed like a genuine person, a genuinely nice guy. You were quite shocked, he looked rough around the edges from afar, but then after talking. He was just like everyone else.

You’d settled really quickly into the swing of everything, selling your art to various types of people.

Some were rich snobs who wanted a painting for their second bathroom, some were newly weds looking for a piece for their first home together. Some just really liked the design and wanted to find a space to hang it up.

You were so caught up in your own mind that you’d neglected that the canvases were running low. Along with work to sell.

You’d set yourself a day aside in the weekend to finish everything, which you would’ve done easily had it not been for the fact that you also ran low on supplies.

‘Hey’ you smiled as you walked into Jason’s tattoo studio, he smiled at you while cleaning up a client.

‘What’s up y/n?’ Jason greeted you kindly, as you walked to the counter.

‘Was wondering if you had any brushes I could borrow?’ You asked, Jason nodded as he pointed to a shelf.

You thanked him as you left the studio, while Jason looked at your form walking away. Which surprised even him, he didn’t register his actions till you had left. His still present client cleared her throat.

‘Sorry, let me just wrap this up’ Jason got back to his work, with you in his mind.

You’d been going at painting for a good few hours now, to the point your hand began to hurt a little. Fingers becoming stiff around the brush.

Wasn’t the best way for you to spend a Saturday afternoon, working out of hours while everyone else was out having fun.

A sudden knock at your door caught your attention, you putting your brush down and walking over to the apartment door.

‘Jason?’ You questioned, he just smiled as he lifted up a bucket.

‘Hey, thought you might want these’ he suggested, you looked inside the bucket to find more brushes.

‘Thank you’ you accepted as you let him inside your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

‘Nice place, wow, that’s beautiful’ Jason said as your painting caught his eye. He admired the design and the colours.

‘Thanks, it’s not finished yet. Still needs to dry a bit before I add somethings to it’ you said, placing the bucket on the counter. Jason turned and looked at you.

You were dressed in an old pair of blue dungarees, with paint all over your hands, arms and a bit on your face.

‘We don’t use brushes anymore, so thought you could have them’ Jason explained as he stepped closer to you.

‘Thanks again, how’d you know where I live by the way?’ You asked, curious as Jason looked to the floor.

‘You listed your address on your studio website, maybe don’t do that in case creeps show up’ Jason laughed, looking back at you.

‘Got it’

You walked over and put away the stuff you were using, putting it out of the way. Closing the pots of paint too.

‘You want a beer?’ You asked Jason, he nodded a little.

You grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to Jason, while you stopped off at the sink to wash yourself free of the paint on your body.

‘So, how long you been an artist?’ Jason asked as he sat down, sipping his beer.

‘Since I was a kid, my older siblings were more into lovers and fame. I wanted something meaningful’

Jason nodded as he felt he could relate in a way, the self-proclaimed black sheep of his family. Feeling like he had to compete to be taken serious at times.

‘You should sell this stuff to a museum, you’d make a mint’ Jason stared into your eyes, you huffed a little.

‘I’m not that good’ you replied as you walked over to the table where Jason was sitting and began drinking your beer.

‘You are, really’ he insisted, you going a little red in the face as Jason didn’t break eye contact with you.

‘Thank you. So how long you been tattooing?’ You asked Jason, he smiled a little.

‘Since I was about 20, but couldn’t do it professional yet, only opened up the studio about 2 years ago’

Jason took it upon himself to work for the money to open up his studio, he felt it too easy to ask for Daddy to give him money. Bruce would’ve done it, but that’s not the point. Jason wanted to work hard for it, not have it handed to him.

Much like yourself, you could have just asked one of your older siblings to give you a loan or your parents. It just seemed more meaningful to do it by yourself.

‘It’s great work, wish I was brave enough to get one’ you chuckled, Jason smiled brightly.

‘I could do one for you, they really don’t hurt that much’ Jason informed, ‘plus I won’t charge much’ he joked.

‘I’ll keep that in mind’

Jason still caught himself staring at you as you spoke, your handsome face just seemed so inviting to him. He’d been with men before, but he’d never been so captured by someone like you.

‘What are you doing tonight?’ Jason asked you suddenly, you shot an eyebrow up.

‘Nothing, probably working on the next piece’ you answered, Jason sighed at the answer.

‘It’s a weekend, come on get out with friends’

‘I don’t have any, not in Gotham anyway’ you replied, Jason looked a little saddened by your response.

‘I’ll be your friend’ Jason said genuine, making you laugh a little.

‘Sorry, it’s just so cute that you care’

Jason placed his hand on yours as he spoke softly again.

‘I’m serious y/n, why don’t me and you do something?’

You studied Jason’s face as he looked deep in your eyes, his gesture not changing.

‘Ok, you know Gotham better than me, show me the good spots’

And show you he did, Jason took you to all the good places he could. Bars, nightclubs, he took you to eat too. Insisting to pay for the majority of the night as it was his idea. Though you did pay your way of course, you didn’t like the thought of Jason being ‘expected’ to pay for everything.

It was a great afternoon to night out with Jason, you both got to know each other better. You even found out that his adoptive father was Bruce Wayne, which isn’t something Jason brags about.

You invited Jason back to your apartment as he seemed to not want to go home yet, so he came home with you.

‘I have something to show you’ you informed as you walked Jason to the guest bedroom.

Jason looked at the room a little confused as you pointed to the floor, sitting down.

‘Lay on your back’ you urged, Jason doing so a little unsure.

‘Wow’ he gasped a little as he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

It was an art piece of the solar system painted into the ceiling, the sky of the room lit up from the product of glow in the dark paint. Purples, greens, white…it was a design no one had seen.

‘I finished it last week’ you said, Jason looking at you, seemingly in shock.

‘You painted this?’ He asked, shock present in his voice.

You simply nodded as Jason looked back at the rooms sky, mesmerised by it. You could hear the sound of Jason’s calm breathing, watching in the corner of your eye as Jason’s chest lifted up and down.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ Jason came out with, not looking at you as he still looked at the ceiling, you hummed in response.

‘You wanna go out again sometime? Like tonight’ he continued, you smiled brightly.

‘Yeah, I’d like that’ you replied, looking as Jason smiled.

He turned his head to face you as he found you were looking at him, he placed his hand on your face. Pulling you in a little as he greeted your lips with his, after a few seconds of the two of your lips meeting officially, Jason found his tongue inside your mouth. You welcomed it as you did the same.

Jason rolled onto his front with you laying on your back underneath him, still holding each other. Your lips and tongues dancing together in a sweet tango.

‘God, you’re so beautiful’ Jason breathed out as he looked at you. You pulling him in again, wanting his lips on yours.

It was a heated make out session as Jason found his jacket tossed across the room, you then found your hands in his T-shirt as you felt up his torso.

‘Fuck’ you breathed out into the kiss as Jason buried his face into your neck.

You could feel the heat coming from between your legs, as did Jason from between his. It was a perfect moment of passion, a sweet moment to end the night.

The sight of two men in a heated kiss as they slowly discarded their clothes, making a sweet night end with a hot moment. You didn’t even go to your bed, you both remained under the sky of the room, the very room that caught Jason’s attention.

You felt a slight chill up your spine as you woke up, a blanket covering your legs and groin, you found yourself with no clothes on. Laying next to a fast asleep Jason, who was also not wearing any clothes.

You didn’t know if it was morning or not, or how early or late it was. You just knew that it was a great night. Jason felt so good inside you, he was gentle and sweet.

You found your underwear in the corner of the room, where Jason threw it so he could let his mouth work you up. You smiled as you remembered the acts from last night, how good Jason made you feel.

‘Morning beautiful’ Jason smiled as he rolled over, seeing you standing up. Putting on your underwear.

‘Morning, you want some coffee?’ You sat on the floor next to Jason as you kissed his head.

Jason pulled you in for a sweet little kiss, as he held your face. While his free hand held your thigh.

‘I’ll have some please, just wanted to kiss you again’ Jason smiled, you blushed.

Jason drank his coffee while laying in only his underwear in your bed. You cleaning up on some more work.

Jason just looked at you as he admired your form and how you handled your piece, how much passion you had behind everything.

‘I’m hard, you’re making me hard’ Jason said, rubbing his hand through his hair.

‘How am I making you hard?’ You chuckled, Jason placing his empty coffee cup on your bedside table.

‘Come here, you sexy fucker’ Jason gestured with his hand, you smiled as you crawled over to the bed.

Climbing on top of Jason’s lap as you two made out again, you felt Jason’s length against you which caused you to get hard yourself.

‘Fuck’ you gasped, Jason grabbed at the waist of your underwear, pulling it down to expose part of your ass.

It was just as good as last night as you sat on Jason’s hard, friend. Jason’s moans made you so hot. You couldn’t believe the luck you had.

The hot tattoo artist across the street was now naked in your bed. With you.

It wasn’t all about the sex though as Jason felt the urge to take you for a long breakfast date. Well, by now it was more lunchtime.

As weeks went by Jason and you were getting closer and closer, even being the talk of the customers when you’d both run over the street to each other to have a quick kiss and chat.

It was special times with Jason and he made you feel, like you were the only man on earth. You did the same for him.

Though neither of you had said it yet to one another, there was love present in every way.

Jegulus high school vampire au but it's really funny bc Reg is the typical 'old-money, brooding, wears black 24/7' guy with two puncture scars on his neck so people always joke about him secretly being a vampire

Meanwhile his cute, clingy, friends with everybody, 'COLOUR MAKES ME HAPPY :D' bf James Potter is standing right next to him knowing that he -the actual vampire bf- literally drank his blood the night before

I'm getting ideas

Somebody stop me

ok, so hear me out: Jesper, slowly unmasking himself around Wylan

Because he realises that he can fidget, play with coins, twist revolvers when he is nervous or bored, and walk around the room and make funny remarks while he is reading documents to Wylan, and Wylan will not be annoyed or angry as a lot of people around Jesper were, and if Jesper will really disturb him he will just say, and say it not like he is snapping

And one time when he actually asked Wylan if it was okay that he started walking around the room while reading documents, Wylan just rolled his eyes and said something like "Jes, it is fine, I know you, I wasn't expecting you to sit still for five hours, let's just finish with these agreements with Dryden and make a break, I think you also already hungry" because Wylan doesn't want some calm quiet person to read him documents in monotonic voice while sitting perfectly still, he just wants Jesper and wants him for who he is

Xavier Thorpe x Addams M!Reader Incorrect Quotes

a/n: tried to make a mix of the family’s personalities, don’t know if i succeeded. also filler until i finish my Xavier x Addams m! reader HC’s. None of the quotes are mine btw, credit goes to their respective owners

—

Xavier: If I died, how much would you miss me?

(y/n): It's cute how you think death can get you out of this relationship.

—

(y/n): Dating tip: Hold the door open for your date. Rip the door off it's hinges. Use the door as a weapon to fight off other people. Establish dominance.

Enid: How did you even get into a relationship?

(y/n): I broke my hand on mine and Xavier’s first date. At this point I firmly believe he's just afraid to leave me unsupervised.

—

Xavier: Wanna go for a jog together?

(y/n): Sorry, but that might consume my time of lying on my bed and contemplating our meaningless lives and inevitable doom.

Xavier: Could have just said no.

—

Ajax: Hey Xavier, why are you holding (y/n)’s hand?

Xavier: holding hands relieves stress and anxiety

Ajax: oh I thought you guys might be dating or something

(y/n): no we are, I just also happen to be constantly anxious and stressed

—

(y/n): I've been dropping subtle hints that I like him.

(y/n): *walks over to Xavier*

(y/n): I can't stand you.

—

Enid: What's it like being in a relationship with (y/n)?

Xavier: Well, I asked him for a glass of water when he was pissed at me, and he brought me a glass full of ice and said, "Wait."

—

(y/n): *applying chapstick*

Xavier: what flavour is that?

(y/n): oh it's *some chapstick flavor*

Xavier: can I try some?

(y/n): sure *hands over the chapstick*

Xavier: *kisses (y/n)* holy shit, it tastes like *that flavour*

(y/n): *has stopped functioning*

—

Enid: ooh, what's that you've got?

(y/n): *raising his apple* a snack?

Wednesday: in your other hand, she means

(y/n): *clutching onto a pic of Xavier*

(y/n): another snack?

—

(y/n): I'd love a guy who's sensitive and caring, manly but with a loving side, you know?

Xavier: *drops a bunch of paint along with a canvas*

(y/n):

(y/n): I want that one.

—

Xavier: I made tea.

(y/n): I don't want tea.

Xavier: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

(y/n): Then why did you tell me?

Xavier: It's a conversation starter.

(y/n): It's a horrible conversation starter.

Xavier: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

—

Xavier: You are...a painting.

(y/n): Explain.

Xavier: Makes me happy.

Jesper often has to remind Wylan his goggles are on his head, or pulls them off and kisses him in greeting when he gets home. He’ll find Wylan has composed music or written equations on paper if he leaves it lying around their room (Kaz has since stopped giving Jesper any kind of paper to do with jobs).

Wylan will find Jesper has left things in odd places, or needs help finding things he’s misplaced. Wylan has actively watched Jesper stow bullets in a vase instead of the cupboard, or his socks in his pistol holster. They find his hats all over the place. In other people’s rooms, in the kitchen cupboard, on the stair bannister. Most of the time, if he catches it, Wylan will put the item where it actually goes. About the only thing Jesper doesn’t misplace are his pistols.

They’re both absolutely shit at keeping track of time, especially when they’re completely absorbed in whatever it is they’re doing.

A few seconds before Jesper turns the coin into the key a.k.a. one of my favourite show!Wesper moments

Jesper smiles at Wylan after the 'and there`s no one better than me' line, and then the magic begins.

It`s like Jesper decides 'This is the moment' and concentrates, but HOW he does this! Looking very intently at Wylan`s face, like he`s trying to commit it to his memory forever - or rather to absorb what he sees with his entire soul and then create something out of it. And that`s what he does.

The key Jesper makes for Wylan is imperfect, weird, looking clumsily made with a trembling hand. But in its essence it`s absolutely beautiful, amazing, magical... Not perfect - beautiful. It`s made not with a trembling hand but with a trembling heart - unsure, troubled, probably afraid of commitment. But what this heart does know for sure is that it wants the man in front of him to be happy, safe, welcome and loved. And that`s what it does.

Some create magic with wands, and some - with keys looking like coat hooks.