#✧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ —— this is the last damn thing that i hold close to me ⌗ dalphahale ( allison x derek ) .

[wrttenbyhan]

dear future husband..

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

annoyed!fem reader x soon to be fiancé!han jisung

𝐚/𝐧 :

my first oneshot 🤍

“love, you're making this difficult,”

a groan lingers in the back of han's throat, although he stifles it inside for his sake.

your heels tap on the ground with a fierce pace, eyes narrowed, keeping your back turned on him.

“nessa, come on, baby,”

he hesitates to pull you back, but he decides to grab onto your purse's string, stopping you in your tracks.

“why are you like this? what'd i do?”

you spun around,

“you're late! this isn't the first time you've done this to our dates, han.”

well, how would you not be frustrated? you dolled up for hours and he shows up an hour late.

“i’m sorry, angel, something.. came up at work,”

han internally curses at himself. he got too carried away looking at rings and flowers, thinking it's only six o’ clock. how's he gonna propose when you're mad at him?

you sigh and repeat his last word out loud.

han can immediately tell from the tone of your voice that you clearly don't believe him. he hesitates to respond further, knowing damn well you'll get more annoyed.

“yeah,”

he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“i had something to do urgently, and i got held back.”

truthfully, he wanted to ask the florist on which bouquet's the best to give to you and the jeweller on the right ring, but you don't need to know that yet.

“you say that all the time,”

you say, before tugging onto your purse so your boyfriend lets go,

“i can't believe you anymore.”

han grits his teeth at your comment. you weren’t wrong though, he does say that excuse a lot..

“i really did, i swear. we had a meeting about our latest album.”

he knows you wouldn’t believe him either way, but he tries to sound convincing. he just needed to make you believe him somehow so that you and him can go on your date and end the day on a good note before he proposed on the next day.

“but this isn't the first time this has happened.”

“i know.. i-”

han heaves a long sigh. he knows how frustrated you are, and he's frustrated at himself too. why couldn’t he have just double checked the time?

he takes a few steps closer to you, gently rubbing comforting circles around your arms.

“i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to make you this mad..”

“are you cheating on me?”

you say, the question just spilling out of your mouth. you audibly hear han gasp,

“what?”

his mouth drops at your question, eyes widening.

“of course not! i’d never do that to you..”

he’s completely shocked that you'd even ask that. it’s the last thing he would ever do to you, cheat on you. even the thought of it just sickens him.

“then what are you doing that’s making you late all the time? because it’s not work.”

“i-”

he hesitates and internally panics. he can’t just tell you yet, he has to come up with a random excuse.

“it’s just work, i swear!”

he knows it’s a terrible excuse, but he has no choice. if he told you the real reason, it’d ruin the surprise.. and ruin his proposal for tomorrow.

“fine..”

you sigh, before dragging him along to the car. han takes your hand in his, intertwining fingers, and heads out of his apartment and into the car. he helps you into the passenger seat before hopping into the driver’s seat and starting the vehicle.

the entire car ride was pretty silent, a comfortable one though. he glances over at you from time to time. you still look mad, and he mentally curses at himself.

“han, you idiot, make her happy,”

is what he said to himself in his mind.

as he stops the car at the parking lot, he immediately unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. he hurries around the car to open your door for you.

he helps you out of the car and shuts the door close before taking your hand in his again.

“come on.”

with that, he slowly walks beside you into the restaurant, still holding onto your hand.

as you both entered and were escorted to a table, han quietly pulls back your chair from the table before gesturing you to take a seat. he pushes the chair back closer to the table before sitting down into his own seat across from you.

he grabs the menu and looks over the options, although he’a not actually thinking of what to order. he’s too focused on your mood instead.

he sneaks a few glances at you as you scan your eyes over the menu. he’s still upset over the fact you thought he’d cheat on you. how could you even think that? he loves you more than anything in this world, and he could never, ever do that to you.

han notices you set the menu down and fold your arms across your chest, now looking out of the window. you still don’t look too happy, and it breaks his heart seeing you like that. he hates himself for messing up this date with you.

he sighs, folding his own menu and setting it beside the other. he reaches a hand out to take yours on the table, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“can you look at me?”

he asks gently,

“please.”

“hm?”

he pouts at your emotionless response, and he continues to rub your knuckles.

“please, look at me..”

he repeats, a slight desperate tone in his voice. he just wants you to look at him. you ask him why, and he only just sighs louder. that stung. he’s not expecting that response. he tries his best to keep his calm, although that comment hurt him.

he takes a deep breath and speaks.

“i want you to look at me because i hate it when you’re mad at me..”

you look anywhere but at his eyes. you end up staring at the menu, saying,

“i’m not mad at you.”

yet it was clear you were annoyed with him because you said it with sass and attitude. han raises an eyebrow at your comment, not believing you. you’re still not looking at him, and he knows you’re definitely mad.

“love, you’re definitely mad. you just won’t admit it.”

you look up at him, groaning and rolling your eyes. he almost let out a sigh of relief when you finally looked at him. the sight of your eyes made his heart skip a beat.

he holds your hand gently, intertwining his fingers with yours and rubbing circles around your knuckles.

“finally..”

he smiles, trying to act casually and hide his relief.

“there’s that pretty face of yours,”

he mutters quietly as he looks at you, staring into your eyes.

he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles,

“and there’s those beautiful eyes i love seeing..”

he looks at you expectantly, studying your expression closely. he can tell you’re still upset with him, but he doesn’t want to mention anything that might worsen the mood.

“are you.. still mad at me?”

he asks in a hesitant tone, afraid of your response. you shake your head and he grins, and you find yourself grinning back.

his heart flutters in relief and he lets out a breath as he gently massages your knuckle, feeling overjoyed that you’re no longer upset.

“good..”

he mumbles blissfully. curious, you ask him what he's going to order.

“hm?”

he glances at you, surprised by your random question.

“oh uh, i’ll just have the steak, rare.”

he answers, his thoughts elsewhere. he’s wondering how he’s gonna propose later.

“how about you?”

you hesitate, knowing that he'll probably tease you for choosing yet again,

“the pasta.”

as expected, han scoffs and chuckles, his hand squeezing yours.

“you’re getting pasta again?”

he teased you since you always ordered pasta when both of you went to a restaurant. you blush in embarrassment and nod. you then looked at the menu again, trying to see if there was anything that piqued your interest.

“i could have the fish.. or the potatoes.”

he hums, trying to picture you eating fish or potatoes.

“you know you’re gonna end up ordering pasta again.”

he comments, and he’s correct, most likely. after a good two minutes, you sigh and look up at han, who was still smirking from ear to ear.

“can.. can i just have the pasta?”

“if that’s what you really want..”

he grins, knowing you’d never ever change off the pasta.

“at least you’ll be happy with your decision.”

he lets go of one of your hands and motions for a waiter. a waiter makes his way to your table, the man smiling politely as he pulls out a pen and notepad.

han turns to the waiter and says,

“we’d like to order now.”

“i’ll have the steak, rare. and she’ll have the pasta.”

he tells the waiter.

they nod and jots down the orders, looking up at both of you.

“will that be all?”

“yes, we’re done for now,”

he replies, nodding slightly at the waiter.

they smile once again.

“your orders will be ready in a while. thank you.”

with that, the man walks away.

he turns back to you, looking at you again. he takes your hand in his again, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“you know i’m right.”

he points out, a hint of a playful smirk crossing his features.

“you’re not gonna change your mind, because you always choose pasta.”

you giggle and tell him to shut up. but then your attention immediately goes to a man going down on one knee to his girlfriend. he watches the couple from the other table in a corner of his eye, seeing the man taking out a small velvet box and holding it out to his girlfriend. han feels slightly envious of their moment, as it’s only a matter of time before his own proposal begins.

he hums, still watching the couple in envy. He’s wondering how he’s going to pull off his own proposal later at night.

“they look happy,”

he comments quietly, still studying the couple. the man is now holding the girlfriend’s hand as he slides the ring on her finger.

“aww!”

you mumble, while the man embraces the now-engaged woman, both of them sharing a soft kiss.

han’s heart aches slightly in jealousy of the couple as he watches them. he suddenly wonders how you’ll react to his own proposal.

you whisper to han,

“she’s crying, that's so adorable!”

he nods his head in agreement with your statement, focusing on the engaged couple.

“it is cute,”

he muses, continuing to watch their moment. He looks at their happy faces and wishes for his own proposal to be a success.

“i wonder if you’ll cry too when i propose to you…”

he mumbles to himself, watching as the man helps his newly-engaged woman up from her chair and holding her in his arms.

“or maybe you won’t cry, and you’ll simply just look at me in shock.. like how you did when i first confessed to you..”

he smiles slightly at the memory of your surprised face when he confessed to you.

it was now the morning of the big day. han was going to propose to you today.

he was woken up by the sunlight streaming through the curtains. he blinks his eyes open, the sunlight slightly blinding him. he sits up in the bed, the sheets pooling around his lap. his eyes scan around the bedroom, landing on you, who was still asleep.

he takes a moment to admire you in your slumber, seeing your peaceful face and your slowly rising chest.

he then glances at the digital clock on the bedside. six am. another hour, and he’ll propose to you. he can already feel his heart rate quicken in anticipation.

he lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm down his racing heart. he looks at you once more, seeing your eyes still shut.

quietly, he slowly slips out of bed and pads across the carpet to the bathroom. he flicks on the light and closes the door softly.

he turns to the mirror, his eyes landing on his own reflection. he takes in his appearance, seeing his disheveled hair, and his slightly swollen eyes.

“you look nervous,”

he thinks to himself, trying to compose himself. he splashes cold water on his face and tries to calm down.

he grabs a towel off the rack and starts drying his face. he takes a few more breaths, taking the time to calm down from his nervousness.

he’s nervous, but he’s also excited to finally make you his fiancé and future wife.

the thought of what is to come floods into han’s mind.

“what if she says no? what if she hates the ring? what if she doesn’t want to marry me yet?”

his brain is suddenly filled with negative thoughts, and he tries to get rid of them. a cold feeling washes over him at the thought of you saying no to him.

“calm down,”

he tells himself, don’t overthink it. he glances at the mirror again, looking at his reflection once more.

he looks a little shaky and a bit pale, so he splashes his face with cold water again. he’s trying to calm down, but the thought of you rejecting him is constantly looping his mind,

“you’re just overthinking, he reassures himself, she’s not going to say no. you both already talked about getting married someday..”

he tries to stop his anxious thoughts but just the mere idea of you saying no is eating him up inside.

he lets out another shaky breath, trying to push the negative thoughts away. he forces on a small smile and tells himself everything will be okay.

“you’re going to propose, and she’s going to say yes. you’ll get engaged that night, and she’ll love the ring. it’s gonna be fine. you’ve been together for years, and she’s madly in love with you..”

han slowly steps out of the bathroom, his mind still racing with thoughts.

he approaches the bed and sits on the edge, looking at your sleeping form once again.

“babe,”

he calls out quietly, gently shaking your shoulder. he continues gently shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you up.

“babe..”

he repeats, his voice soft so he doesn’t startle you. your eyes flutter open and you sit up, rubbing your eyes and squinting. han couldn't help but smile at how adorable you were, your messy hair all over the place and how you struggled to get up.

“morning, love,”

he says gently.

“sorry to wake you,”

he apologizes as his words register in your sleepy head. you smile tiredly and puckered your lips at him. he chuckles and obediently pecks your lips and buried his head into your neck.

“i have a surprise for you,”

he suddenly whispers it into your ear, gently biting the crook of your neck, arms slowly wrapping around your waist. his breath feels heavy and hot.

without a word to protest, han pulls you towards the balcony, your steps following his as he guides you.

the night breeze was fresh, a little chilly. the sky was clear and a hint of the moonlight seeps into the balcony.

he slowly tugs you by the railing. you feel han behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. he rubs your sides and you look behind yourself, seeing his beautiful face. he smiles and you ask him,

“what’s the surprise?”

“just.. stay still and just close your eyes,”

he softly kisses your cheek as he gently commands you to shut your eyes. he's being strangely careful,

“no peeking..”

he flips around so that you're facing him. he gently places your hands over your eyes and whispers,

“keep still, honey.”

he hugs you from behind for a few seconds, rubbing your hips to relax you, but mostly to relax himself.

he moves away, letting his warmth leave your body, going in front you. you can hear his ragged breathing, and a whisper. a click of his tongue.

then, you feel his presence before you. he was knelt down on one knee, facing you now.

“you can open your eyes now, angel..”

his voice was soft. your eyes were met with his, his soft brown hues staring into your soul, a smile playing in the corners of his lips. a shaky breath leaves his lips.

he's holding a small black velvet box, holding on to it anxiously. you gasp and han chuckled at your reaction, taking a shaky breath, fiddling with the box.

“i didn’t think it would take me so much courage..”

he slowly opens the box, revealing a diamond ring to you, sparkling under the moonlight.

“i..”

he can feel his heart hammering against his chest, sweat coating his skin. he can’t find the words, but he tries anyway, his eyes not leaving yours.

“i’ve been in love with you since the day i met you. i don’t ever wanna lose you. i can’t live.. and i don't want to live without you,”

he can feel nervousness bubble up within him, his body tense.

“i don’t want to be just your boyfriend anymore.. i want more..”

he gently grabs one of your hands, holding it tightly, his thumb stroking the back of it.

he takes another shaky breath in, his brown eyes locking with yours intently.

“i want to marry you…”

he lets the words hang in the air, the night suddenly falling deadly silent. it was only you and him, alone. he nervously awaits your response, breath caught within his throat, his eyes filled with desperation.

“will you.. marry me, angel?”

you find yourself choked up in tears. you sob and han was taken aback by your sudden reaction, watching a tear roll down your cheek, your hand slightly trembling within his grasp.

his eyes widen a little bit, his heart suddenly aching, as he waited for your answer. he says to himself in the back of his mind,

“please say yes..”

you stare at han on the ground for you. he looks up and you, concerned, awaiting your answer. you nod and blurt out,

“yes!”

a sigh of relief escaped his lips. a shaky breath.

a genuine smile slowly pulls its way up and takes over his features, his eyes lighting up, his lips trembling. he gingerly takes the ring out of the box and slowly slides it onto your finger.

“you’re mine..”

he whispers, his voice cracking a little. he stood up and pulled you into his chest, his arms caging you.

he could hear your cries against his chest, his hands gently tracing over your back, his chin resting on top of your head.

“you’re crying.. why are you crying, angel? every time i see you cry, i..”

he softly mumbled, his own tears stopping him from finishing the sentence. he embraces you firmly against his frame, his warmth enveloping you. you choke out,

“i’m just so happy..”

han held you a little closer, his nose nuzzling against the top of your head, his hand gently caressing your back. He lets out another shaky breath, a sigh of relief.

“so you really are mine now.. my fiancé..”

the word falling off his mouth was like honey to your ears.

[universalcas]

Dean wakes up and it's the 24th of January. His 46 yo body aches in new parts that he knows were fine last year but it's nothing he really minds nowadays. Sometimes he can't even believe he made it that far, so if the punishment these days for defying Chuck and Death several times in the past is backpain and some aching joints, that's more than welcome. 24th of January it's like any other day for him. He hasn't celebrated his birthday in years, maybe since he was eight and just because he stole a biscuit and some candles that clearly didn't add up to the right number. A birthday celebration is something Sam always had because he damn well made sure of it. So this year, the 24th of January lands on a Friday that looks like every other Friday when you are (finally) retired from hunting and you live in a big house with your now husband that came back from the Empty and decided to stay for good after a very heart-touching reunion where everyone cried like a baby (including Sam). Said husband is now missing from the shared bed and his side is slightly cold but since he put all the cards (and his heart) on the table, a missing Cas isn't something that scares him anymore.

Sam's in the kitchen, drinking something that's doesn't look like coffee but fortunately isn't a smoothie either. The rays of morning sun that enter from the kitchen windows reflects on his face, his skin looks healthier as it does his own since all of them left the bunker, and Dean is so glad he got to live enough to see his little brother grow and become the man he is today.

"Hey! Where's everyone?" He asks, ruffling Sam's hair quickly enough to avoid retaliation.

Sam huffs and closes the book he's currently reading. Something on civil rights that probably has to do with the online degree he started to pursue a year ago but maybe it's Sam's morning lecture because that's what lawyers-to-be like to read. Dean prefers novels and fiction in general and his growing library is a testament to that.

"Cas and Eileen went grocery shopping" he says. "They took Miracle for a walk and Jack tagged along".

Jack has been spending some time in Heaven these days. There are a lot of things to be fixed and rebuilt under God's supervision but most days, when he isn't needed, he loves to stay in his room reading some comics, gardening with his Dad or going fishing with Dean (the first time he said "Dad! Look what I caught!" Dean cried so hard he couldn't stop for what felt like hours, scaring all the inhabitants of the lake and the poor boy in the process). So, yes, Jack has things to do Upstairs but he wanted to be at home when Uncle Sam and Uncle Eileen came visiting and decided to stay for the night.

He hears Baby's rumble accompanied by a happy bark soon followed by a soft crack of the main door. Both Cas and Eileen carry an excesive number of grocery bags for a single meal for today and Dean doesn't understand why since he know the pantry is more or less full but that feeling is quickly forgotten when Cas makes a beeline (bags and all) to put a kiss directly on his lips. It's quick and chaste, just a brush of lips on lips, but Earth-shattering anyways. Some form of a ritual between them, kissing the other one every time one of them come back from an errand or from just staying outside gardening or giving Baby some maintenance. The kiss means I love you, I'll always come back to you, and it hasn't lost his meaning after all these years.

Dean's voice comes as a squeak after that and he tries to mask it with a manly cough that fools exactly no one. Less alone Cas, whose big smile holds the brightness of a thousand lights.

"Do you need some help with that?"

"We are fine", Eileen says at the same time that Sam says "We should continue fixing the basement, don't you think?"

And that's a weird thing to say because the basement has been Dean's work in progress since he and Cas bought the house four years ago and the second thing Dean's hands love doing the most after touching Cas (out of the bedroom that means everywhere whenever he wants but inside most of the time there are rules) is fixing things. And Dean loves his brother's company, he really does, but he can't do jack shit in that regard so Dean works on it in his time alone. But he follows Sam anyways and lets Cas, Eileen and Jack do their thing since, after coming from the Empty, Cas discovered an interest in cooking (with varying degrees of success) and probably he wants to handle that today.

And ok, maybe being retired from active hunting (not from training new recruits, mind you) has softened Dean's instincts because he should have suspected that there was a plan behind everything because, when they go back to the house, the dining room has been decorated with birthday paraphernalia and the table is full of food and the people he loves the most are wearing a small party hat (even Miracle!) and matching smiles. He doesn't cry when a big pie is placed in front of him with two candles shaped in the form of a four and six and Jack proudly announces that all of it was made from scratch by he and Dad. He doesn't cry when Miracle comes with a box in her mouth that contains a ticket "to anywhere in the country, just you and me, Dean". He doesn't cry either when Sam and Eileen give him a gift of their own in the shape of an envelope that contains an ultrasound of who's going to be a future Bobby or Mary Ellen. And he definitely doesn't cry when he is suffocated in a big hug by his whole family and Cas whispers "I love you so much, Dean" and Jack says out loud "I love you, Dad!".

The question that has been trapped inside his chest the whole day escapes from his mouth only when he and Cas are alone in their room at night.

"Why all of this?"

Cas kisses him. Soft, languid and slowly, like the passage of time.

"I can remember you been proud of us everytime we achieve something" he says. "When Jack built a chair for his room without using his powers, the first time I changed Baby's oíl without your help, when Sam announced he wanted to study Law again, when Eileen got the job she wanted. You were so happy for all of us, Dean, but you should be celebrated too".

There are a lot of things Dean wants to say but none of them come to mind. He's also at lost for words when Cas produces a small box with a ribbon from a lingerie shop he recognises.

Cas's smirk and raised eyebrow are full of dirty promises and sexy rules he's more than happy to follow. But that's, well, that's a story for another time.

"

[animamii]

lockedup!Toji loves his Honeybuns

The phone rang just as you were settling onto the couch, a mug of tea in your hands and a show playing faintly in the background. You glanced at the caller ID, already knowing who it was. With a small smile, you picked up, bracing yourself for whatever Toji had cooked up this time. After accepting the call, hearing that way too long trill, you finally get to speak.

"Hello?" you greeted, feigning nonchalance. Although every phone call from Toji has you giggling and kicking your feet, let's be reallll.

"Hey, princess," Toji's deep voice rumbled through the line, warm and familiar despite the scratchy sound of the prison phone. "Whatcha doin’?"

You rolled your eyes, though the grin tugging at your lips betrayed your fondness. "Just relaxing. What about you? Playing king of the yard or something?"

Toji chuckled lowly. "Nah, nah. Somethin’ like that, though. Listen, baby girl, I gotta ask you for somethin’ real important."

You tilted your head, immediately curious. "Important, huh? What is it this time? A file baked into a cake? Need me to smuggle something in my mouth then tongue kiss it into yours?"

"Close," he quipped. "But nah, just a few more honeybuns."

"Honeybuns?" You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of you. "Are you serious? Didn’t I just send you a whole box last week?"

"Yeah, and they’re gone," Toji said, completely unapologetic. "Ate most of 'em the minute they cleared it and gave it to me. Besides, those things are gold in here."

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the couch. "Gold? What, are you trading them for favors or something?"

"Don’t worry ‘bout that," he replied, his tone light but teasing. "Just know your man’s gotta keep his stash stocked. You wouldn’t wanna see me suffer without my sugar fix, would you?"

"You're unbelievable," you teased, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it. "But fine. I’ll send more. Anything else while I’m at it? Chips? Cookies? A five-course meal?"

"Nah, just the honeybuns," Toji said, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. "You’re the best, princess. Knew I could count on you."

"Yeah, yeah," you said with mock exasperation. "You’re lucky I like you so much."

"Damn right, I’m lucky," he replied smoothly. "I’ll make it up to you when I get out, I swear. Dinner, a movie—whatever you want. Just me and you, baby."

Your heart softened at his words, a small smile creeping onto your face. "I’m holding you to that, Toji. No excuses."

"Deal," he said without hesitation. "But for now, just keep those honeybuns comin’, alright? They’re the only thing sweeter than you in here."

You rolled your eyes again, though your cheeks warmed at the cheesy line. "Alright, alright. I’ll send them out tomorrow. But you owe me, big time."

"I always owe you, princess," he said, his tone softening. "You’re the reason I get through this mess."

Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. No matter how much trouble he got into, no matter how ridiculous his requests, you couldn’t help but love him for moments like this.

"Stay out of trouble, okay?" you said gently.

"Can’t make any promises," he replied with a chuckle. "But I’ll try. Love you, baby girl."

"Love you too, Toji. I’ll talk to you soon."

As the call ended, you found yourself smiling down at your phone, already mentally adding honeybuns to your shopping list. For all his tough exterior and troublemaking ways, Toji had a soft spot that only you got to see.

Later that evening, as you wandered the aisles of the grocery store, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, remembering his unapologetic confession about devouring the last box. You grabbed not one but two boxes of honeybuns this time, thinking about how his face would light up—well, as much as it could under the circumstances—when he got them.

The cashier gave you a curious look as they scanned your purchases. "Big fan of honeybuns?" they asked with a smile.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not me. Someone special."

And special he was, even if he had a knack for driving you crazy with his antics. As you packed up your bags and headed home, you realized that, despite the distance and the challenges, you’d do just about anything to keep Toji smiling—even if it meant being his personal honeybun supplier.

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I'm literally addicted to locked up Toji rn what can I say I love a hot felon ughhh

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi hi! I came across your blog thanks to the kidnapping HCs and I must say I love your HCs!

If you don't mind me asking for some HCs... how would the vanilla game bachelor/ettes react when they find/learn that Farmer (they/them) is close to death's door in the mines after a bad argument with them (basically, the spouse and Farmer got into an argument (could be anything really!), and Farmer stormed out and went to the mines to blow off steam)? Farmer gets better of course, with some possible hurt/comfort please? 👀

Angst with comfort, yay! :D

Sure thing, thank you for your ask and have a great day! 🫰💕

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Penny sobbed the whole time by Farmer's hospital bed, where her spouse lay in bandages. The young teacher tearfully apologised, promising that she would no longer react so much to her spouse's gift of a mead bottle to her mother Pam. A huge torrent of words, which Farmer stopped by quietly saying that they were the ones who should apologise, for not thinking how Penny would react to such a gift to her mother, given her past with alcohol, and that they were a complete idiot for going into the Mines unarmed out of anger. After Farmer recovered from their wounds, Penny was afraid to broach the subject again until her spouse sat her down for a talk themself and, apologising again, resolved all concerns.

Despite his best efforts to remain calm and composed, Alex's courage cracked as he waited nervously outside the Clinic for the end of the surgery and the doctor's verdict. No matter how his grandparents and friends tried to reassure him, the athlete was nervous. It was all his fault, wasn't it? His lover wouldn't have gone off angry into those stupid Mines if he hadn't been such a stubborn ass. And Harvey didn't immediately answer if Farmer was going to be okay... Alex grabs his head and freaks out at the thought of the worst outcome. But luckily, Farmer survived and is on the mend already, and when the doctor and his assistant leave the room, leaving the couple alone, Alex falls to his knees and whimpers quietly, begging for forgiveness until Farmer's weak voice replies that it was their own fault and begs him to forgive them.

"Fucking- go wherever you want, I don't care!" Those words, those last words that Shane had thrown to Farmer in a fit of anger, echoed in his head as he ran towards the Mines, stumbling with exhaustion. Damn, what a fucking idiot he was... So many arguments, Farmer's tears on their cheeks as they left... Shane knew where his spouse had gone at this late hour and wanted to apologise for being such an ass. And saw them lying on the ground in the Mines... with Marlon standing beside them. "Get Harvey quickly, the kid needs help." Farmer had nearly died.... As Shane stood outside the clinic, recalling the last words he had said to his lover... He wouldn't forgive himself for that for a long time.

"What? Just like that?! Are you serious right now?" Leah's can't believe it: her partner just walked out, slamming the front door loudly. Went to Mines in the middle of the night, great... like a child, for Yoba's sake! And they've been there for over four hours. The artist is determined to bring them back home and solve their argument. Just when she was near the clinic, she saw Harvey and Marlon dragging her spouse's limp body to the building. "We found them in the Mines." All anger was gone in a flash, replaced by anxiety. Farmer's wounds were healing quickly, but Leah kept quietly calling them a fool, not leaving their room and holding their bandaged hand gently, trying not to cry.

Elliott refused to leave the clinic and sat next to Farmer's bed or in the lobby. Until Harvey or Maru gently send the writer, who has been without sleep for days, back home, promising that Farmer will be fine. He believes their words, but doesn't want to leave his lover. After being informed that Farmer was on the brink of life and death. After Elliott let Farmer walk away, heated over a stupid argument that is not worth anything now, in the dangerous Mines. He waited and watched Farmer go on the mend. He apologised to them a thousand times, and hugged his spouse tightly as they began to apologise to the writer for the dumb act that had nearly cost them their life and left a scar on Elliott's heart.

A loud, rumbling sound came from the cave in the Mines, and it made Abigail's heart freeze with terror. "Farmer!" Just a moment ago, standing not far from the Guild, she had been angrily cursing their over-cautiousness in not allowing her to join the adventure without proper protection. And now the purple-haired girl was hurrying back to the Mines, where Farmer, also heated from the argument, had left... forgetting to take their elixirs from wife. Abby found her partner covered in blood, barely crawling and ready to let out their last breath. With tears, she hastily pulled out a pink bottle and brought it to Farmer's lips so they could drink the elixir. The wounds began to heal slowly, thank Yoba, and Abigail sat on the cold ground, stroking the hair on her lover's head as they apologised to each other.

Farmer, lying on the cold ground, all covered with mud and their own blood, was already unconscious and did not hear Haley's scream, who caught her spouse near the Mines in such a state. Nor did they hear Marlon's voice as the old adventurer tried to soothe the sobbing girl and call Gil for help. Nor did they see her walking beside them all and shining a light on the two adventurers as they both dragged Farmer's body to the clinic. Nor heard poor Haley sobbing outside their room where she sat hiding her face in her hands and mouthed "this stupid argument, it was my fault, I'm sorry" over and over again. But Farmer did hear her joyful voice, and saw tears of happiness when she noticed that her spouse had finally opened their eyes after a week of coma.

Sebastian is smoking his third cigar, standing not far from the entrance to the clinic. A bad habit, he knows, but he needs some way to calm down while his half-sister Maru and Dr. Harvey perform emergency surgery on Farmer. The last conversation he had with Farmer echoed in his head: a small disagreement turned into shouting and they left. Left to cool off in Mines, then he found them, and... Sebastian smoked nervously, and begged Harvey and Maru to save his lover. Thankfully, the emo's pleas were answered and Farmer is fine. Although Harvey and Maru didn't let Sebby into the room (due to the smell of smoke), but relayed Farmer's words that they were apologising to Sebastian, causing him to nearly cry right there on the spot.

Almost every half hour Maru would step away from her counter into Farmer's room, inspecting their wounds, checking the medical devices they were hooked up to and asking if they needed anything. So throughout the week, almost forgetting everything in the world, including basic needs like eating and sleeping, she monitored her spouse's health, giving reports to Harvey and listening carefully to his verdict. To every attempt of Farmer to apologise to their wife for such a stupid act in anger, to go to the Mines over their recent quarrel, Maru gently hushed them and asked them to put this conversation aside for later, what mattered to her now was their health.

It's been three hours and Farmer hasn't returned Harvey's calls. The doctor must have made over 50 calls already, but no response from his spouse. Worse, Farmer went to the place that was the cause of the couple's recent heated argument - Mines, where they were constantly getting injured, which made Harvey worried for their life. Finally, at 51 rings, the mobile phone receiver was picked up.... But it wasn't Farmer's voice. "This is Marlon. Farmer-" He didn't hear anything further, and just on automatic, grabbed the first aid kit and bullet-rushed out of the hospital building towards the Mines. He performed the operation RIGHT THERE, for time was short, keeping his composure. By the time everyone calmed down and Farmer woke up in his clinic, Harvey's glasses would be wet with tears. He could have lost them...

It wasn't supposed to happen... Just a day ago, Emily and Farmer always found a solution to problems and arguments, there was always harmony and mutual understanding in the house, and now.... Now she sits at home, sad, and Farmer, overwhelmed with negative emotions, has gone somewhere. The heart of the blue-haired girl felt that it wasn't right for her to let Farmer go, and a call on the phone from Harvey in the middle of the night confirmed her fears. She was frightened and felt helpless when she saw the condition in which her beloved spouse had been brought to the operating table. Emily had asked Gus for a week and was staying with Farmer, who had woken up after a successful operation. They would live in harmony again, but the incident would forever be etched in Emily's memories.

"Hey, come on babe, just a little bit more and we've already made it to the clinic..." Considering that Farmer was unable to even stand, let alone respond to Sam's words, the musician was more saying it to himself, trying not to panic. "Our dear uncle doctor Harvey will patch you up in one moment and everything will be super-duper!" Though he tried to sound optimistic, his voice gave a shiver. "Everything's going to be great." Why did he have to be so stubborn? Why did he have to argue with Farmer to the point where they left the house to go to the stupid Mines? "Farmer, please... H- hang in there, we're almost there..." Sammy would be with Farmer every day at the clinic, never taking a step away from his spouse.

[sugarpenchant]

Almost missed it

Aka the bucktommy hiv scare fic nobody asked for

rated E, 6,414 words, complete

Tommy hasn't let himself get close to Evan since he found out a recent bad choice has potential lifelong consequences.

Evan is not good at tolerating Tommy's bullshit, which is a blessing and a curse.

Preview below the cut

Kissing Evan Buckley had changed Tommy’s life in ways he didn’t dare let himself imagine til at least a week after that failed first date. Every time he found himself in Evan’s arms it scrambled him a little more, took him further away from everything he thought he knew. That damn devilish tongue of Evan’s sliding through his mouth continued to break him apart in ways he couldn’t let it. Not yet.

Just one more minute, Tommy bargained with himself as Evan’s hand slid up his neck to scritch at the back of his head. Pleased little shivers tiptoed down Tommy’s spine and he bravely held in the sound aching to be set free; it wouldn’t be fair to Evan, but holding onto the last of himself as Evan panted into his mouth was fast becoming impossible. The heat of Evan against him wasn’t helping a damn thing. Tommy pressed his fingertips into Evan’s shirt while desperately wishing it was bare skin and not some fabric that met his touch, and having no one to blame but himself for the entire situation unravelling as fast as it had. He barely registered the flinch in Evan’s side, hinting at a potential relocation of the rest of his body, and Tommy had to get the hell out of there before it was too late.

Pulling away from the makeout session that had no right to get him so hot and bothered, Tommy swallowed hard, and said, “I should go.” He knew what came next but it didn’t make it any better, and right on cue–

“Are you sure?” Evan’s eyes were glassy and hooded, his breath a little shallow in his chest as he sprawled over the couch, confusion seeping through his entire body.

Tommy sat back and forced himself to look down at Evan’s shirt, thoroughly askew, and fidgeted with the collar while fighting against his own thudding heartbeat. “Early shift tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll see you Thursday?” Tommy stood, using every ounce of willpower to keep his hands by his sides, loose and casual, and not fix his hair that mere moments ago had Evan’s fingers curling through it, yanking hard enough to send sparks through him.

“Uh, yeah. Thursday.” Evan was not so composed and Tommy hated himself so much it was a wonder it didn’t set him alight.

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[hungermakesmonsters]

Hiii congrats on 500 I love your fics!!! Could you do sth where the reader and Billy actually meet in the marines ? Like the reader is a marine as well and Billy her lieutenant or even the other way around ? Thank youuu❤️ (submitted by @dorita06)

Aaaaaaah okay, so little known fact about me, I kind of love the soldier/medic trope in fiction, so rather than writing reader as a soldier herself, I went with making her a medic (hope that's ok!!) I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you like it! 😅

Stolen Moments

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

"I take it I don't have to explain how to look after your stitches?" You asked, eyeing the lieutenant as he shrugged his shirt back on and got to his feet.

As he stood, you found yourself tilting your head back to look at him, knowing all too well what came next. (At least, hoping you knew what came next.)

"Dunno, Doc, think I might need you to explain it to me one more time," he said as he reached for you, his fingers softly brushing against your neck.

You leaned into his touch, lifting yourself on your tiptoes as he slowly started to close the distance between you.

"Did you bang your head, Lieutenant Russo? Because this is the fifth time I've given you stitches and had to explain the proper aftercare procedure," you said, your voice getting softer as his lips got closer to yours. "Maybe I should talk to your CO, get you taken off active duty, so I can keep you here and... assess you."

Billy smiled that same smile he had the first time you'd met him, months ago in that very tent. He'd been bleeding then too, but he'd been more concerned with trying to get your name than the fact he'd needed stitches.

Of course, you'd tried to refuse him at first, tried to ignore the way that damned smile sent a bolt of arousal through you, not wanting to do anything to put your career in jeopardy. But the third time your paths had crossed, the first time he'd dared to kiss you, you were a goner.

Now, you'd lost count of how many times he'd ended up in the medical tent, needing to be patched up — sometimes for serious reasons and other times for reasons he claimed were serious just to get your attention — and how many times that had ended with him inside of you, giving you the best damned sex of your life.

Finally, his lips met yours and everything felt right in the world. He stepped forward and you stepped back, a hand behind you, feeling for the solid form of your desk.

He winced as he lifted you onto the desk. A small grunt of pain escaped him but, when you tried to pull back to check if he was alright, his fingers slipped into your hair, holding you in the kiss.

Instinctively, you parted your legs, letting him step between them, pressing his body close to yours. It was a familiar dance and you both knew the steps by heart. Your fingers tugged at his fatigues, while his pulled at yours, neither breaking the kiss or coming up for air for even a second.

You both knew that you were on borrowed time and that, at any moment, someone could rush in needing your assistance or need Billy to return to duty.

It was dangerous and stupid, something that could potentially spell then end of both of your careers, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him, needed him in a way that didn't make sense to you. And, no matter how many times you did this, no matter how many times you patched him up or he slipped into your tent after curfew, you knew that you'd never have enough of him.

And, as your hand slipped into his fatigues tograsp his already hard cock, you knew he felt exactly the same way.

"Lieutenant Russo," you murmured against his lips. "I'm starting to think you're getting injured on purpose just so you can come see me."

Billy grinned against your lips, kissing you again instead of answering your accusation. It was probably better that way — the last thing you wanted was thoughts of him being seriously hurt in your head, especially while you were stroking his cock.

A laugh slipped out as he tugged your pants down your legs and almost managed to pull you off the desk with them. That was your cue to lower his combat pants, pushing them down to his thighs.

He stepped forward, clearing the distance, and you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan when you felt the tip of his cock against you.

"Can't wait 'til we're stateside again," he muttered, reaching between your bodies to tease his cock between your folds. "Be able to take my time with you then."

You felt your lips pull into a ridiculous smile, the same way that they always did whenever he spoke about going home, about still wanting you after all the shit was over an you were both back home.

Still, you couldn't help but tease him.

"Who says I'm gonna waste my time on a jarhead like you when I'm back home?" You asked.

"Allow me to persuade you."

"Go on then, I'm all ears, tell me why I should —"

Before you could finish, Billy pushed forward, notching his cock into you, filling you in one smooth movement. You bit down harder on your lip, your hands grasping his fatigues.

"Fuck," you moaned as a familiar feeling of ecstasy took hold.

"Persuaded yet?"

"Yes — fuck, yes —" you gasped as he started to draw his hips back, setting a steady rhythm.

He kissed you again, swallowing down the moans that tried to escape you while using your lips to muffle his own desperate noises. His hands gripped you, holding you tight, clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world, and you loved it. You loved how he made you feel in those moments, kissing you, holding you, fucking you.

But it couldn't last. While you wanted to enjoy it, you both knew that, at any moment, you could be discovered.

He gripped your hip as he upped the tempo, driving you closer and closer to insanity with each rough thrust. You back arched and you writhed on the edge of the desk, completely losing yourself to him and the way he made you feel.

You gasped and panted and whined against his lips, every snap of his hips causing arousal to burn hotter in your belly, every fibre of your being coiling tighter, like a spring desperate to be released.

"Lieutenant — fuck, Billy —" you managed before being pulled back into another kiss.

He grunted against your lips as the last of his self-control seemed to disappear. You loved the moments when he lost control, when he lost his mind over you. His fingers gripped your bare hip tight enough to leave bruises — replacements for the ones that had started to fade since your last tryst.

The desk creaked and the metal legs scraped against the concrete floor, but all you could think was more, more, more. After months of snatched moments like this, you'd found yourself addicted to him, desperate for him in a way you'd never know with any other man.

As he fucked you and stole your breath away, you felt a crescendo building, a wave of pleasure that was going to drowned you.

Your fingers damn near ripped his shirt as you started to come, clinging to him for dear life.

His grip on your hair tightened, keeping his lips sealed over your as you tried to cry out his name. A few more enthusiastic thrusts later and he followed you over the edge and into oblivion, holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

He pressed his face against your neck, panting for breath, his cock still inside you, still twitching as his orgasm ebbed away.

Moments like this were the ones that made you wonder if he meant it, if he really did want to see you again once you were both back home and the desert was in the rear-view. But you didn't dare ask — you never asked, because you weren't sure how you'd feel if/when it all turned out to be lies.

You weren't naïve enough not to see what this probably was; you were one of the few women on base and it was very clear that Lieutenant Russo had needs. And you? What you needed was something to keep you sane and, somehow, that had become him.

Tenderly you ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath then, reluctantly, he pulled away.

[cookierunoutofideas]

Day 2 of "Writing SMC angst until he stops breaking my heart and comes home" (welp)

*voz da Patrícia Lélis expondo Estilista Juliana* Ô, gente, voltei.

Another day, another failure. Lady Luck hates me, as suspected. Anyway, this fic is inspired by this post by @allimili , whose art I love so much QwQ No Beta and I also don't have my glasses so pardon any errors

One-Sided! Shadow Milk Cookie x ex!fem!Reader; Truthless Recluse (Pure Vanilla Cookie?) x fem!Reader

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Love is a very odd thing, Shadow Milk Cookie muses to himself. Despite being the holder of Knowledge itself, not even he can truly explain love and its intricacies. Even after feeling it himself, he still doesn't truly understand it.

Befero he abandoned the duty forced on him by the Witches, he had loved with abandon. He didn't know any better-and yes, he can notice the irnoy. But it hadn't mattered back then because he was in love and he was loved and, despite the growing pit of despair and stress in his heart due to his duties, he had been happy.

Happy to see her smile and to hear her voice. Happy to hold her hand and hug her close. Happy to kiss her lips and breath in her scent. He had been happy by her side, through thick and thin and rain and sun and sickness and health and joy and sadness. They had even dreamed of the future together, promises sealed in between bedsheets and sleepless nights.

But then he finally woke up and saw the Witches for what they were: terrible demons of cruelty, gleefully controlling cookies to their whims, a little pet project to pass the time. Right after, he understood what the other cookies truly are: useless batches of greedy ungrateful dolls, baked with every single one of the Witches' sins just to torment those who dream of a better world.

And so his rebellion started, joined by his four friends.

But she... she simply couldn't see. Or, rather, she didn't want to see. Not that he truly blames her, of course, after all, the Witches made sure no cookie would ever learn of their perversion. All his darling beloved knew was the silly cookies and their insignificant little lives.

She had rejected his changes. Gone were the smile and loving words and warm hugs and longing kisses.

The last glare she gave him when he was sealed in that damned tree was of pure hurt and anger. He swore to himself he'd get out and find her again, bring back her pretty smile and shower her in the love she deserved as he once did. He'd make sure of it, make sure she'd finally understand him and his goals. Everything would go back to happiness.

The next time he saw her, (Y/N) was smiling at Pure Vanilla Cookie the exact same smile she'd once give Shadow Milk Cookie.

For a brief moment, he believed the lie that she somehow knew that he was there, watching over her through the blonde cookie. Only for a brief moment, though, enough time for said blonde cookie to confess his feelings to her.

That was not in te script.

(Y/N) Cookie did have a knack for rewriting stories, though, so he should've expected something someone to be beyond his control. It was one of the reasons he had been so enamored with her in the past.

Still he screamed and cried when she returned Pure Vanilla's confession with one of her own.

His rage was so great even Burning Spice Cookie shut up from the root of the silver tree he was confined. Not that Shadow Milk cared, he didn't care for anything but his plans to destroy that weak little thief who stole not only hsi power but his beloved! And his plans to punish said beloved for her infidelity. Ultimately, he'd forgive her, of course, but she needed to pay before it could happen.

And what better way to do it than to corrupt her precious Pure Vanilla Cookie? Make him become just like Shadow Milk Cookie? Show her that in the end, she is meant to be his.

Except.

Except that when the time comes and he finally has Pure Vanilla Cookie Truthless Recluse drowning in the pit of deceit, (Y/N) Cookie doesn't leave him.

She is saddened, yes, and she frequently pleads that he "fights it" and "remember who he is" and "stop hurting other cookies, Milk, there must be another way", but she does. Not. Leave. She stays with him, takes care of him, gives him kisses and hugs.

And Truthless Recluse is so annoying about it too. Kissing her and hugging her and holding her hands and carrying her and smiling at her in a way he should've forgotten because he is not Pure Vanilla Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie never never n ever ever existed ever! Ever! everevereverever it has always been Shadow Milk Cookie ALWAYS ALWAYS SO WHY?!

WHY?

Why is that copy the one allowed to love her? How can he even love her? How can he love her when he is not Shadow Milk Cookie? How can he still keep enough of his pitiful sense of self to keep on loving (Y/N) Cookie?! IT'S ALL WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG

Shadow Milk Cookie truly doesn't understand love.

Not that he needs to to hate it.

[randomnatics]

"For the last time I am NOT carrying that!"

[Just in case needing context, there's a coward y/n cookie au out there and I'm still in that headspace]

Awkward, fumbling footsteps can be heard among the sea of pleading voices. Or more accurately a trio of them since the fourth member decided to do a skydive in the most absurd places---

No no, calm yourself. You're just terrified of what is going to happen since his disappearance. He'll be back right? There's no way he would just forget you and the others who got lost because of the damned jester.

...

Speaking of the jester, the cookie really, really wanted to tear off their hair? Their weird eyeful tentacle head? And dip it into oil so that they can make blue calamari. Okay now they're just hungry--

"Listen here, we don't have time to be scared!"

Okay first of all, ouch. But Wizard Cookie is right. All of them are in the Spire of Deceit which is awfully reminding them of Alice In Wonderland right now. Having been separated from Pure Vanilla by the mad joker and now trying to find a way to flee the tower while also searching for their dear friend. It didn't help there were so many enemies and oh gosh that's a fucking wolf in sheep's clothing---!

THERE BETTER NOT BE ANY OF THAT INSANE ALICE IN WONDERLAND STUFF IN HERE AS WELL OR THEY WILL SCREAM TO THE HIGH HEAVENS

"None of us are able to carry this thing, but you can for some reason. So until we figure out why it's responding to us, we need to get out of here!"

"There's an open doorway over there! Let's go before they spot us!"

"Come on, hurry!"

With a huff, they grasped the shining stone with both their hands and quickly left the area, clutching it close to their chest to avoid accidentally dropping it and creating an opening of death by their door. They silently thanked the stars or whoever deity above that they have a semblance of their original strength.

But then again it's canceled out by the fact they get terribly spooked by anything that moves. Oh well...

Wait why are there whispers?

A quick glance around the nook and cranny showed that it was just the four of them. If you ignore the countless eyes on the walls and ceilings and on the freaking sky. But if Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie and Gingerbrave Cookie were on their left side....

.... Then why do they hear whispers around them?

One particular whisper was louder, and somehow their eyes strayed onto the shining rock they were holding in their arms. It audibly got louder, not enough to grab the other three's attention but noticeable enough.

..... "You look like a snack"....?

WAS THIS THING ALIVE AND ABOUT TO SWALLOW THEM WHOLE?!

Shadow milk's soul stone info on the wiki saids if you put the stone close you can hear endless whispers

Bro is either flirting or just horror gossip

It’s probably the latter-DID HE JUST CALL YOU A SNACK-

[elene78-blog]

Hey... I've read a lot of things about Kevin and Jean's interview, and I don't think they're ever good things. I understand. Nora said she wouldn't be too careful with Kevin and Jean, and saying TGR will be just as sad as the first one doesn't give us hope.

Because of this, we think that this interview will go wrong, but... Let's think about another possibility that is also very plausible due to the title of the book and so as not to repeat dynamics that already occurred in TFC.

And the interview goes well. It comes out damn well.

This would make a lot of sense if you think about it, because it's Kevin who will be handling the interview, and he's an expert at this. Kevin knows how to act. Kevin will know exactly what to say to get what he wants: for Jean's image to improve.

In fact, Kevin will just have to tell the truth.

Kevin will explain, with his press smile, that Jean was his best friend at The Nest. Riko was his brother, but Jean was his best friend forever. Kevin will explain that they grew up together and that it was Jean who taught him French. The two speak in French for the press to show closeness. Kevin says good things about his life with Jean. Things we may not even know and that Jean barely remembers, but Jean relives them in surprise when Kevin mentions them.

Kevin says that when he left The Nest, Jean was the only one who supported him (which is half true) because he knew that Kevin wanted to meet his father. Kevin says that he always gave Jean gifts from his trips and Jean says that he still keeps them, even though they didn't hold up well in the move.

Kevin says that Jean was with the Foxes after The Nest for a while, along with him and Neil (bombshell, here it is revealed that Neil and Jean are childhood friends and that Neil went to The Nest last Christmas to be with Jean) . Kevin says Jean went to Palmetto after getting injured at The Nest, so he wouldn't be able to continue playing that season. This caused Jean to have a minor crisis about her career and the Ravens to become very angry at the extreme pressure they were put under, which also affected Riko.

Neil and Kevin took Jean in to get some rest from the Ravens environment. This was when Kevin proposed to Jean to move to the Trojans, as Kevin and Jeremy are great friends and Kevin felt that this step would be better for Jean's career.

Jean appears in the interview as a man with a tough guy appearance, very direct and sarcastic, but with a big heart and kindness (the truth, basically).

And then comes the incredible.

Kevin tells Jean's age when they entered The Nest. He says it anecdotally, but there is a clear intention behind it. Kevin says it was always amazing to play with Jean, because Jean was 16 when they came into The Nest, and yet he was so much better than the other defensemen. Kevin says Jean was very little then, and that only made it more impressive to see him play.

The interviewer is a little worried, so she doesn't mention anything about the rumors. She just says, "So, you're 19 now?"

Jean confirms this and says he'll be 20 in a few weeks/months, and then the interview ends.

Jean ends up being loved by fans almost immediately (and others start to wonder if the rumors are false or there is something very shady going on at The Nest) but Jean and Kevin argue after this interview (for some reason, there are too many to venture).

And then comes the anguish. The anguish of the fight, of knowing what happens with Jeremy, about Jean's parents, maybe Elodie, more topics about The Nest, the Trojans (because I'm sure there will be dramas with them)...

But that interview will turn out well, and that would be the big surprise. Because in that interview people really see Jean Moreau for the first time, and... they adore him.

Contrary to what they always said, Jean Moreau is loved almost immediately.

And after this... They start calling Jean The Golden Raven.

HEY, THAT'S A GREAT POSSIBILITY!

[skippingstonez]

To celebrate my birthday, I offer you all an attempt at writing smutt for the first time.

A Slice of Life

(Legend x Reader)

Warnings: Sexy Time (poorly written, but I tried)

Legend sat on the floor of his home with his hookshot in hand and tools scattered all around him. The blasted thing had jammed weeks ago but without the proper tools he hadn’t been able to fix it for some time. The mechanism was complex, finicky and though he had done it before, Legend settled himself down knowing he would likely be at this most of the day. 

The others had ether gone into town, likely to restock on anything they needed. Or were wisely staying out of his way. Leaving him to focus for nearly two hours in blissful silence until he eventually felt the couch cushions behind him dip. He didn't look up from his work. Didn't even shoot whoever had just joined him a sly remark or even an acknowledgement that he knew they were now here. 

Whoever it was now sat behind him did the same. No attempts at idle chat or witty banter. In fact whoever it was, was so quiet that Legend still has no idea who it was. Which, that in itself narrowed it down to only a few of the heros but there was still plenty of people it could be.

But as the tight roll of chains snapped against his finger he pushed the thought from his mind. This was his favorite hookshot damn it, and he was not about to have to go and fish out his other ones.

More time passed, he wasn’t entirely sure how much, but his back was already sore from leaning over for so long. His fingers ached from the tedious work of untangling, reshaping and reconnecting the fragile chain inside. His stomach growled, protesting the lunch he likely had forgone in favor to simply get finished quicker.

Something crossed into his field of vision and for a moment he thought his stomach was playing tricks on him. A hand, holding a thin slice of apple out towards him or at least that's what it seemed like from the corner of his eye. Another loud rumble of his stomach and the apple slice was held a bit closer to him.

Legend eyed it curiously. His hands were entirely tangled in parts and tools. There would be no way he could let go to take the slice. His protesting stomach insisted that he try something however else it force him to take a break! So he leaned his head over, grabbed the slice with his teeth and took a bite.

It was one from his orchard. He'd know the taste anywhere and it was a welcomed comfort to his senses. The hand disappeared from view as he chewed and swallowed. Pleased that his concentration had not been broken in his need to satisfy his still rather empty stomach. 

The hand returned a second later with another slice. Repeating his actions, he leaned over and took it into his mouth. It easily slipped into a small pattern as he continued his work. So much that Legend had almost embarrassingly opened his mouth in anticipation before the slice even appeared.

At long last, they stopped coming. Likely having run out from the impromptu lunch.

Legend doubled down on his efforts with the small red hookshot. Switching tools when needed with the occasional swear word thrown out when he couldn't quite get the right thing to move. 

Ages later he could hear the door open and someone shuffling inside. “Mr Hero!!” Legend immediately groaned at the shout of his familiar nickname. 

“There you are Mr Hero! Can-” 

Legend held up a hand, signally for Ravio to stop talking. He just needed one more minute. One more little twist of the blasted thing and theeen…

”Fucking finally.” He dropped his tools and closed his eyes as he slumped back against the couch with a freshly restored hookshot. He closed his eyes, letting his head flop backwards in relief to finally be done.

Ravio snickered from where he stood in the doorway. “Apologies, I didn't realize you had…company.” 

Ravio's comment struck him as odd. He hadn't heard anyone else come into the house so why was he referencing them? And why would that make him laugh? Maybe they were all messing around outside? Oh crap, he could only imagine the ridiculous antics some of them have likely gotten themselves into. Legend just hoped it was far from the orchard at least but with his luck they had would accidentally burn it to the ground.

He should go check on them. Make sure they're okay and aren't touching things they aren't supposed to. 

He should get up. 

He sighed, finding it hard to even care about what the others could be up to. He was much more focused on the relaxing sensation of fingers running through his hair. The way they scratched lightly at his scalp, releasing any tension or worries he could possibly be having.

His eyes flew open, sitting straight back up as he came to his senses. Not only has he completly forgotten that somewas was supposedly behind him. But that someone had been, no, was touching him and he hadn’t even noticed! He spun around so fast that his spine cracked.

You were sitting there, back leaning against the armrest with your legs stretched out before you. One of the books he had gotten in Holodrum held up in one hand while the other rested on the arm rest behind you. Hand dangling over the edge where his head had just been. 

Legend noted the way your fingers still slowly moved which means you hadn’t noticed him move away.

He saw the empty bowl that sat beside your feet, recalling all of the apple slices that he had been fed while working. The tips of his ears turned red realizing that it had been you that had been silently feeding him that whole time. 

You finally looked up from the book, meeting his gaze before smiling and closing the book. Careful not to lose the page you were on. 

“Oh, did you finish fixing your hookshot?” You asked. 

All he could manage was to nod his head.

“You were at that for a while. I think the others are out back. I’ll go check with Wild about dinner, you must be starving.” 

You gently put the book down before swinging your legs off the couch and walked out of the room. Ravio waved as you walked past before turning back and smirking at Legend who glared at him in return. 

“What?” he grumbled. 

“Nothing~” he practically sang out in a teasing tone. “I just dont think I’ve ever seen you look sooo…” he paused, waving his hand around, pretending to think of the right word as Legend just rolled his eyes. “Domestic.” Ravio teased. 

Legend quickly looked away feeling his face getting uncomfortably warm. He quickly gathered up the tools around him and stood up to leave. He brushed past his rather unwelcomed roommate and headed up the stairs to his room. 

He threw the tools inside an old chest before turning to Ravio who was now leaning against the door frame, having followed after him.

 “Oh come now Mr Hero! No need to be so embarrassed! The two of you certainly seemed to be quite comfortable down there. Is there something going on between the two of you?” Ravio wiggled his eyebrow and Legend scowled. 

“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be trying to sucker someone into buying you're overpriced items?” 

“I’ll take that as a yes!” Ravio shoved his way further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Sooooo?? Go on, tell Ol Ravio all about it!” 

“There's nothing to tell Rav.” Legend grumbled, locking the chest shut. 

“Sure there is! How long have you been an item? What about her caught your eye? Or OH! How did you tell her?” 

“Nothing!” Legend shouted, sinking onto his bed. “I haven't told her anything cause there is nothing to tell!” Ravio crossed his arms, staring at him with raised eyebrows. 

“Link. You are single handedly the worst liar I've ever met.”

“The hell! Im not lying! There is nothing going on between me and (Y/N).” If Legend couldn't meet Ravio's eyes while he said it he would never admit to it.

“That's not what I saw downstairs.” Ravio pressed. “Clearly you at least have feelings for her do you not? So why not say something?”

Legend sank further into the bed. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation right now. With Ravio of all people. When you could be just a few feet away.

Ravio took a few steps forward, leaning closer as if examining Legend’s face. Legend leaned back but held his gaze firmly this time. “You're scared aren't you.” 

Legends face flared, eyebrows shooting towards the ceiling. “W-what!?” 

Ravio leaned back, letting his back hit the wall with a surprised smirk etched on his face. “You're scared to tell her how you feel.” 

“That…I am NOT scared!” 

“Oh? Then why haven't you told her yet?”

Well because….Why hadn’t he told you?

“What do you expect me to do! Run downstairs and break out into some fucking love song?”

“I want you to be honest Mr. Hero! If you like the girl then tell her!”

Legend stood up, getting right in Ravio’s face and to the man’s credit, he didn’t even flinch.

“Fine. You want me to be honest? Then I’ll be honest.” 

He shoved Ravio out of the way and stormed downstairs. Legend had been on nearly 7 adventures. He had faced countless monsters, crawled through hundreds of dungeons. He had traveled through worlds and time. He even survived a freakin lightning strike that left him stranded at sea for days. Hell, he had faced Ganon, alone, when was barely 9 years old.

Surely he could tell some girl that he liked her. 

Legend rounded the corner into the chaos that was currently his kitchen. Wild was cooking something that smelled divine while everyone sat around his table chatting away about this and that. To his dismay, you were directly between Wars, and Sky who had an arm draped over the back of your chair. His eyes immediately locked with the man that stared at him questioningly.

Legend visibly swallowed when the god slayer sky knight tilted his head, asking if everything was alright.

“Fine……...I'll be right back.” Legend swiftly turned back and practically ran back up his stairs, passing Ravio as he threw himself on his bed. 

“Tsk tsk Mr. Hero. Here I thought I was the cowardly one.”

“Shut up you fucking rabbit” he mumbled, face planting into his pillow. 

_____

Legend tossed onto his side for what felt like the hundredth time that hour alone. Sleep evaded him, not that he was particularly tired anyway. 

He hated that Ravio had been right. Because he was right. Legend was not only scared to admit his feelings, he was down right terrified. 

Time after time he had opened his heart only to have it crushed. Everyone he had ever truly cared for was gone. He was already on borrowed time with you as it is. What would even be the point in saying anything if he could wake up any day and you'd just join his ever growing list of ‘what could have been’?

He turned onto his back, kicking away the blanket in frustration as he glared holes into his ceiling.

Say he did confess. Say he finally told you all about how his eyes constantly looked for you. Searching for your smile like it's the only good thing left in the world. Or that the sound of your laugh could put Nayrus singing to shame.

He could tell you all about how his stomach fills with butterflies when you're near and that he craves the touch of your skin.

He could say all of that and more. Offering you everything he had just for the price of the smallest touch of your hand and it couldn't be enough.

Because you needed to feel the same. And Legend didn't know if he could face the reality of knowing that you didn't.

But what if you did?

What if by some miracle you not only understood exactly how he feels, but somehow feels even a sliver of it in return.

Legend sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. If Ravio has been right about one thing, then maybe, just maybe he was right and you returned his feelings.

He needed to settle this and he needed to do it now. Before he could chicken out again and before that blasted rabbit in the other room started running his mouth and ruined any chance at finding out. 

Legend made for the door, creeping his way downstairs to where 9 people were currently crowded into his living room. 

You were over by the hearth, curled up next Wind who had limbs nearly on 5 other people.

He tiptoes his way over, careful to not step on any of the others on his way. 

He kneels down beside you. Part of him feels guilty for waking you, especially on one of the rare nights in an actual house. The other part has him grabbing your shoulder and giving it a few shakes.

Your eyes peel open with a soft groan. Staring up at Legend that made the guilt sink further. “Ledge?” You whispered, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. 

“Shhh,” He presses a finger to his mouth. “I…I need to talk to you.” He lightly grabs your hand, giving it a small tug for you to follow him as he stands.

“Now?” A yawn ripped through you as he helped you to your feet. “Is everything okay?” 

“I just…come on. Well talk upstairs.” You don't ask any further questions as you follow after him. Your hand gently holding his as he led you up the stairs and into his room.

You dropped his hand, turning to close the door behind you before facing him. Eyes full of worry as you wait for him to start talking.

He didn't waste a second before he pulled you to him, his lips pressing against yours in a stiff kiss. He pulled away just as quickly, breath shaking from anticipation.

“Ledge..” you whispered, fingers barely holding onto his forearms.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He said, leaning his face close to yours. “Say you don't want me and I’ll open that damn door, you go back downstairs and we pretend none of this happened.” A shiver crawled up your spine as his fingers brushed over your waist. “I won't try to convince you to stay, to want me in the way that my whole being craves to just be near you. I wont try to stop you and I will live out the rest of my fucking existence trying to get you out of my head.”

His lips hovered just above yours, just barely brushing as he spoke.

“Do you want me?”

“Ledge-”

“Do you-”

“Yes! Yes I want you, you idiot!”

He grabbed the back of your neck, holding you still as his lips melded to yours. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers finding their way to his jaw to hold his face to yours. His lips moved against yours, a hand coming up to tangle in your hair still tostled from sleep. You gasped, allowing him enough time for his tongue to dart forward. The warm muscle sliding right past your lips, completely overtaking you in a desire to explore every crevice of your mouth. 

You slid your hands down to his chest, tugging at the thin piece of fabric keeping you from his skin. You found the hem, lifting it up as Legend pulled his mouth away from yours. You lifted the shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground as you soaked in the view of his toned torso. Your fingers reached forward, tracing over muscles and scars that littered the newly revealed skin. 

You turned your head. Lips brushing over the smaller bruises and scars etched into his chest and shoulders. Complimenting each one in a breath whisper.

Legend grabbed your chin, tilting your face upward to capture your lips again. He pressed into you, trapping you between his bare chest and the wall. His lips  traveled away from your mouth and down to your neck. You let out a small moan as he bit down on the sensitive skin, lapping at it with his tongue before sucking the surrounding area.

 Your hands dug into his hair, tugging at the pink tinted strands. Your name left his lips like a whispered prayer. His hands sliding down to the curves of your thighs. He stops just before your knees, hoisting you up off the ground. You wrap your legs around him as he holds you up. A sharp squeeze to your ass making you cling tighter to him.

The wall at your back disappeared, quickly replaced with the soft cushions of his mattress. Legend hovered over you as he continued his work on your neck. His fingers dipping underneath the hem of your shirt to trace small lines into your stomach.

“Is this alright?” He whispered just below your ear. His fingers trailing higher till they were just beneath your breasts.

“Yes.” You breathed out, encouraging him to keep going.

He pushed your shirt up till he had full view of your chest. Hands coming up the cup each one as he lowered his head. Kissing down the front of your neck as he kneaded each one. A thumb swiped over your nipple making you gasp as he repeated the motion again and again until he took it into his mouth. His other hand giving your other breast the same attention as he licked and sucked at your hardened mound.

Your hands dug into his hair, tugging him closer as he pulled a delicious moan from your lips. He looked up, his eyes glossy with lust as he detached from your breath with a small ‘pop’. 

You took the opportunity to fully remove your shirt, letting it join his on the floor before he latched himself to your other breast. 

Wetness pooled between your thighs that you clamped shut. You needed more. More of his mouth, his hands, anything he was willing to give you. You needed to taste him on your tongue. Hear the same gasps and moans that were pouring from your mouth coming from him. You needed him pressed against you, inside of you.

You wiggled your foot underneath him. Letting the top of your foot gently press along the bulge in his shorts.

He hissed, sitting up on his knees. He grabbed your thighs, tearing open your legs to slot himself between them. His erection pressed directly against you with a slow grind of his hips.

“Link~” 

“Fuck (Y/N), do you know how long I've wanted this?” He grabbed your hips, pressing himself further against you as he ground his hips against yours. “To hear you say my name like this?”

Whatever clothing either of you had on, you needed them off. Now.

You reached up, pulling him down by the shoulders so you could kiss him. You sucked at his bottom lip while your hands trailed all the way down till they found the top of his shorts. A single finger tugged at the waistband, then 2, then 3. 

“Can I touch you?”

He nods, breath caught in his throat as your hand dipped below the waistband. He shudders above you as you take hold of his cock.

“Sit back for me? Please?”

 Hylia, Legend could have come from the sound of your voice alone.

He complies. Letting you maneuver him into a sitting position as you slowly help remove his shorts. His cock hard and red from neglect. You sit beside him, giving open mouth kisses to his shoulder as your fingers find their way down, wrapping around him. He stiffens under your touch, shutting his eyes as you ever so slowly tease the head with your thumb.

“(Y/N))~”

“You like that?” You teased, swiping your thumb over the slit, slick with precum. “Mmmm do you that or this more?” You give a slow pump of his dick making him throw his head back.

“T-That. Fuck please-” he whined. His hands grabbed for you. One wrapping around your waist while the other kept your head securely to his neck that you peppered with kisses.

You grabbed the base, going as slow as possible until he was practically shaking, fingers digging into you.

“Please..” 

“Please what?”

“Go faster.” He panted.

You did, tightening your grip ever so slightly as you pumped him up and down. Your lips brushing his ear as he leaned over and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing getting more sporadic as his abs tightened. He was close, just a few more-

His hand grabbed your wrist, yanking it away from him. You immediately froze, wondering if you had done something wrong. Had you gone too far somehow?

He grabbed your waist, effortlessly tossing you onto your back as he crawled on top.  “Not yet.” His voice shaking as if it took everything he had to restrain himself. “Not till I'm inside of you and all you know anymore is how good I make you feel.”

Fuuuuuuck.

He grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He nipped at the inside of your thighs. Sliding down till he was laying flat in his stomach. 

“What do you want first?” He practically purred into your leg. “My fingers or mo-”

“Mouth. Please.” 

Legend chuckled ever so softly. “Been thinking about this as long as I have? Well since you asked so nicely.”

He nudged his face towards your core. His tongue darted out to lick a long stroke up your folds.

“Hylia~” your hand flew to your mouth, muffling your cry.

“Shhhh, we don't wanna wake the others now do we?” Another lick and you had to bite down on your hand to keep from shouting.

His mouth closed around your clit, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue flicked against it.

“Fuck your so wet” his tongue prodding at your entrance. “You taste better than I've ever dreamed.”

“And just how often is that?” You tried to tease. Breath hitching as his mouth hummed against you in a mumbled reply. Your hand found his hair, pushing it back away from his eyes as he ate you out.

The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit and another loud moan was torn from you as his mouth was replaced by his fingers. The coolness of the few rings still on his fingers adding to the already intense sensation as one slipped its way inside of you.

“Link! Fuck”

“Goddess I love hearing you say that.” His voice just as breathy and labored as yours. The pace of his finger quickened, making you buck your hips. He flung an arm over your hips, pinning them down to the bed as he curled his fingers inside of you.

The coil in your gut tightened and you let out another moan. You reached for his arm that held your hips, digging your nails along the long scar on his forearm. At this rate you wouldn't last much longer.

“Fuck Link, I'm…I'm close”

“That's okay” he hummed, “Imma take care of you.”

Well that didn't seem fair. After all he had stopped you earlier hadn't he? “W-what happened…to ‘not yet’?

“Different” he slurred. Vibrating against you that nearly had you over the edge. But you were stubborn and you were gonna make him feel just as good if you had anything to say about.

“The hell it is.” Against every desire in your body, you raised your leg. Pressing your foot on his shoulder and as hard as you could, shoved him away. Your pleasure following along with him.

Legend shot onto his knees. Grabbing your ankles to roughly yank you back to him. His hands slammed down by your head as an almost feral growl came from his chest.

“Try that again, and I'll make you scream so loud they'll hear you in the traveler's era.”

Damn.

“Mmmm, tempting.” You teased, reaching up to trace a line down his chest, all the way to the base of his dick. Red and needy as it pressed against your thigh.

Legend rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Ready?” you nodded as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside.

You both swore, letting you adjust to him before he slid out and slammed back into you. A hand clamping down over your mouth to muffle your shout. He did it again, and again, and again. Pistoning into you at an unforgivable rate. 

His mouth replaced the hand over your mouth. Swallowing your moans that were flying from your mouth as he moved. Your arms clung to him, nails scratching down his back that make him melt into you. 

“You're so damn perfect” he whispered into your mouth. The coil in your gut returning as he continued to whisper sweet praises into your mouth.

“Link~”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

You came, the high of it rolling through at his words. Squirming beneath him as he chased his own release which came shortly after.

You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths as you collected your thoughts.

“Got any other confessions that need expressing in the middle of the night?”

Legend laughed, rolling off to lay down beside you. He opened his arms to you, a silent offer that he prayed you'd take. You smiled, curling into his side to rest your head on his shoulder.

Legend wrapped an arm around you. Holding you close as he grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the two of you.

_______

Legend never ended up falling asleep.

By the time the sun shines through his window, he was just as awake as he was when he first tried to call it a night.

Not that he was going to complain.

He looked down to where you were still resting on top of him. Your face nuzzled into his neck, legs loosely tangled with his as you peacefully slept on. He rested his head on top of yours, letting his fingers lazily trace patterns on your exposed back.

He felt your fingers twitch, wiggling on his chest before the rest of your body slowly stretched. Testing it's ability to move as you came back to consciousness with a quiet groan.

You lifted your head from its place on his chest. Your eyes scanning your surroundings in slight confusion before they met his.

“Morning” he whispered as your head fell back down with a small smile. Your arms moving to wrap around his waist as you snuggled back into him.

“Mmmmm no.”

“No?”

“No. More sleep”

Legend chuckled, pulling you closer as you tried to bury yourself into his shoulder. He brushed some hair out of your face, turning to kiss your forehead. You looked up to him in response, leaning up to kiss him.

The door slams open and Legend jumped so hard he accidentally rolled the two of you right off the bed. Landing on top of where you were now on his wood floor. 

“Mr Hero, I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday” Legend shot up to look over the bed to where Ravio was now standing in his doorway.

“Rav get out!!”

“i came up with a few ideas of how to help you and I want to get your thoughts on the matter.“

“Ravio! Get out of my room!” Legend scrambled to snatch his shorts from the floor as Ravio strolled inside.

“You need to tell her Mr Hero! (Y/N) Deserves to know!”

“Tell me what!?” You sat up just enough so your head popped over the bed. Blanket pulled up to your chin.

Ravio stood there, mouth hanging open. Legend took the chance to shove Ravio out of the room, slamming his door shut with a huff.

You got up, wrapping the blanket around you like a towel and sat back on the bed.

“Uhh, what was that about?”

“Don't. As-”

*Knock knock* “Vet you up?”  Hyrule's voice calls from just beyond the door. Legend groans, pulling the door open only a crack.

“What?”

“Do you know where (Y/N) is? We woke up and she wasn't there. Skys kinda freaked out since he swears she was there when we went to bed.”

You quietly shuffled over, standing just behind the door. Suppressing your laughter at the way Legends brow twitched.

“Why would I know? I'm sure she just went for a walk or something.” You teasingly brush your hand up his arm hidden behind the door. Holding a hand to your mouth as his jaw tightened.

Hyrule eyes him curiously, but whatever he was thinking he didn't voice. Simply nodding and made his way back towards the stairs.

“Well she better come back soon otherwise they might send Wolfie to go track her down.”

Legend shut the door and you burst out into a fit of giggles. Legend grabbed your waist pulling you to him. “You are already so much trouble, did you know that?”

You smiled, taking his face in your hands as you leaned up and kissed him. “Don't worry, I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow.”

[labselkie]

Can we explode them

“You know, I only really used these on Spider-Man, and he hated the things,” Olivia’s offhand remark is accompanied by the quiet snapping of an actuator, the claws just inches away from Lucielle’s face. She was sat like a queen on the dark steel chair that was usually reserved for much more unethical parts of her profession. Only a single tentacle was active, much of it was slung over Lucielle’s shoulders, and the open claw practically covered her face.

“Why wouldn’t he? He still can’t stand you,” Lucielle adds as she raises her hands to the base of the claw. Cool palms meet the colder metal bands, and she tugs the claw down to meet Olivia’s gaze just as the doctor rests her chin in her palm. The selkie gives a small smile before finally looking to her real point of interest, the machine. “How many times did you toss him around with these?”

Olivia hummed quietly, eyes narrowing as she thought, “Mmh… Maybe a dozen? I mean- At least,” Her added statement draws out into a low chuckle, one that makes Lucielle’s smile persist as she inspects the almost gear-like base of the connecting rings. After they finally established their relationship, Olivia was much more lenient with accepting Lucielle’s help. Beforehand, Olivia would say she had to the work herself to practice and pin down her mistakes; now, she’s more than happy to let Lucy pitch in with ideas- And in this case, to let her assist with tweaking the actuators.

“I don’t blame him too much, that must’ve hurt,” The mutant’s voice is just a touch quieter once she brings the tentacle closer. She brings her right hand back slightly, just so she can examine a small slit between layers. That’s what she was looking for, and Olivia can pinpoint the exact moment that sparkle appears in her eyes. The tips of her sharp nails slip in perfectly; the outermost gear-like layer disconnects with a small click, and she quickly grabs it with her other hand so it doesn’t slide down the tentacle.

The claw had malfunctioned that morning, it wouldn’t close fully, and thankfully Lucielle had a keen eye for anything her lover made. Olivia stays quiet for her, but she sits up in her seat, bringing her hand to fix her glasses as she watches intently.

There’s silence until Lucielle speaks up once more, “We must’ve messed up the assembly last time.” She slips the piece back in place, but not before adjusting her thumb to hold another ring of metal down. When they do fit, there’s a small click, and Olivia instinctively flexes the claw to test it out.

“Damn it…” The doctor mutters, resting her jaw back on her hand as she tugs the tentacle a bit more taut around Lucielle’s shoulder and twist the end of it like a wrist. “I must’ve done it too quickly, or focused too much on the other three,” She sounds like she’s talking to herself now, mulling over her mistakes like usual and causing Lucielle to raise a brow. “I probably just didn’t hear it when it didn’t click, and… You know.”

The doctor seems to deflate, taking a deep breath before rising from her seat and stretching her arms in front of herself. “I’m sorry, I really am.” With her position at Alchemax, she wasn’t really used to apologizing, or taking accountability, or even thanking people personally. But this was her girlfriend; she looks to the side, measuring the short distance between them before giving a small smile. Lucielle just listened to her spiel, still gently cradling a part of the tentacle and looking over it every now and then. When Olivia stops, though, she glances up with eyes like a doe.

Their eyes meet, and Olivia’s smile grows. The tentacle tugs closer, not wrenching itself out of Lucielle’s hands, but pulling her closer and causing her to trip slightly. “Do I really have to thank you? Don’t you technically work for me?” Olivia stretched her arm out and leaned to the side with her hand on the top of the chair. She points just above the hem of Lucielle’s shirt with her other hand, and her glasses slip a little when she leans her head down.

“Do I work for you? I thought this was just a favor!” The selkie teases, taking a moment to straighten herself as she talks. Even if all of her actions are accented with hints of nervousness, she’s more than happy to play along. Olivia just rolls her eyes and tightens the tentacle’s grip on the other woman’s shoulders. The claw darts out, brushing against her hands, and streamlining itself just to tap the tip of Lucielle’s nose. She sniffles quietly at the action, leaning back a touch as she tries to hold back her laughter.

“You’re in my office, and you did what I asked you too- And you’re getting something out of it!” Olivia shifts to stand at her full height again, gesturing widely at nothing in particular. “That should count as something,” The tentacle squeezes again at the end of her statement. “And I promise I’d never forget about payment.”

Olivia keeps the tentacle in its position, as it makes it far simpler for her to dip in for a few quick kisses, as well as finish off with one right on her lips.

[I’d love to write more but their days do consist of a lot of little things like this,, plus this has been sitting in drafts for a bit lol]

[starlight---starbrights]

Undertale yellow flowey embroidery

This took about 40 hours, give or take a few

[akascow]

im the front desk lead so i get to boss front desk people around (i hate it im so bad at being authoritative) but it also means i have to make slightly passive aggressive messages in the work chat like once a month about things ive already asked them multiple times to stay on top of but its so annoying the more i tell them and the more they just Dont do it SKJSLKAD im trying so hard to make this message look like im not mad and that im not trying to be the bitchy manager type and i dont want it to sound like im talking down to them but also like its part of ur job i shouldnt be one of the only ones doing this PLUS I SHOULDNT HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING U TO DO THIS DFJLKSLDKS

[tvintedspvrkarc]

𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗖𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 3 / ∞

— 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 —

[emailsicansend]

thinking about the unforgiving nature of the passage of time

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