#thatfirehairedshifter

❛          I’M  SEXTING  ,  don’t  look.     ❜               screen  is  hidden  from  the  redhead  as  he  laughs  ,  holding  the  phone  to  his  chest.                 ❛     SERIOUSLY  !         you’re  about  to  see  a  whole  lotta  diaz  dick  if  you  keep  this  shit  up  !       ❜                @thatfirehairedshifter​

           Before him stands the irrefutable evidence that the Sith are rising and becoming more powerful everyday. A grim expression settles on the Jedi General’s face as he stands at the ready, hand hovering over his lightsaber yet not brandishing it quite yet. 

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His first reaction when he heard someone at their door was one of disbelief - who would come through such a bad storm at their place? Any sane person would stay indoors until it had passed. His parents had left earlier that day to go to some conference and they had booked a hotel so he didn't expect them to return tonight.

His second reaction was surprise, when he found Kass at his doorstep who was soaked until the bone. "Sure come on in," Elio says automatically while motioning for her to come inside. "Just stay here for one second."

Without another word he vanishes for a few minutes only to return with a massive towel that he offers her. "Here, Mafalda will not be pleased if she founds out you drenched the entire place." He explains with a sheepish smile on his face. "She's our housekeeper and cook but that's not important. Let's get you inside first. You'll warm up quick before the fireplace and of course, I don't mind if you stay. We got plenty of spare bedrooms."

Yes I do

          “Shapeshifter, huh?” Oh, now wasn’t that exciting. He’d only met Simon’s crazy ex-girlfriend, the one who shifted into a rodent and had him impaled on a pipe, so his first impression of people with her power wasn’t the best... but this one was cute, and didn’t have that psycho gleam in her eye. Maybe he’d make an exception.

@thatfirehairedshifter​ || the og one isn’t working so I used this one || accepting

Intimate --  Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

The writer had been so focused on reading the manuscript that he didn’t notice the dip in the couch when she joined him there. Once Bill was stuck in his head it was incredibly difficult to get him out of it again. What he did finally notice however was when her head rested on his lap. He blinked a few times as he came back to himself, wondering just how long he had been like that and how long she had been next to him before finally falling asleep.

Bill smiled to himself and rested a hand on her shoulder gently. “Guess we should get you up to bed, huh?”