#OH WELL I SUPPOSE I'LL FIND OUT EVENTUALLY EH

[nostalgia-tblr]

Six One Sentence Sunday

From the quantum-entanglement-but-with-variants fic, a sentence in which a surprising amount of plot-relevant information is imparted to the reader:

“Chicken McNuggets,” says Loki, and then slaps himself, hard. 

(I was going to do the usual six sentences but had trouble finding six that made sense on their own so instead here's one that doesn't.)

[mariyekos]

Imagining a scenario where at some point Dante and Lady get married purely for practical purposes (like if she gets hospitalized so Dante can visit/make some decisions) but Lady ends up dating Trish so Dante's like

[kujiba]

★MAY THE LAND CONCEAL YOU, DEAR GRACE

PART ONE/ PART TWO / PART FOUR / PART FIVE

୨୧ — ꒰ gn!reader | they/them prounouns | Sagau | cultish behavior

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n: yay! We're finally getting into the very first arc. I might start a new series but eh, who knows. Anyway enjoy reading

୨୧ — ꒰[Tags] @resident-cryptid

YOUR EYES COULDN'T BELIEVE IT - delicate and soft footsteps walked in the cobble flooring of the prestige city; (e/c) eyes glimmer around the stalls and towering buildings. Mondstadt definitely lives up to its titled name as the land of freedom, for every step you take, every second that passes by is surely not a quiet one infact.

One of your destined dreams turning into real life felt like bliss - you couldn't help but feel ecstatic on what the future lies ahead for you in the unordinary situation you find yourself in.

Yet.. Even for such a joyful moment, why do you feel entrapped and suffocated? You could feel eyes digging deep onto your back as it only doubled to your discomfort. You weren't supposed to feel like this, you're living your dream yet what is with this abnormal reaction? Paranoid with yourself, you quickly fled to a nearby alleyway to arrange your thoughts.

In there, you took control of your breathing, the surroundings around you begun to turn disoriented. You shook your head in disagreement "No...I must just be having a headache from the crowds" you mumbled to yourself, rubbing the sides of your head - you then continued your way in the city of Mondstadt after having calmed your thoughts and body down.

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Later on, you found yourself sitting down on one of the chairs in a food hub called "Good Hunter". You were well aware of what this place is - infact, you felt like you've done this thousands of times even if you just played through a screen.

You didn't quite expect that feeling of yours earlier, expectations didn't reach what you had thought would lead to. You were supposed to be happily strolling around mondstadt - so why are you just sitting here rearranging your thoughts again? "Agh...I'll just sit here for a bit, yeah that's alright.." Mumbling those words to yourself, you took a deep breath to calm your body down.

Eventually after about 10 minutes of sitting, you heard a small grumble from your stomach. 'Ah right, Im starving..' you suppress to yourself; sure you ate some (alot) sunsettia's earlier but that didn't seem to satisfy your stomach. Fortunately for you, the place you were resting at was a food hub!. Standing up from your seat, you made your way up to the counter to order some cuisine for that grumbling tummy of yours.

"Welcome To Good Hunter. Can I take your order?" A brunette lady with a neatly tied up ponytail on the other side of the counter question's. Her eye's lingered on the out line's of your body, taking in every detail and curve. "Uh....can I have uh.." Your voice trailed off, thinking of something to order from the menu. Until, you remembered one thing you'd always cook for your character's in game. "May I have one Sweet Madame please?" You asked, giving her a small smile.

The woman was dazed for a moment after you gave her a smile, seemingly gawking into your (e/c) pupils. It took a while till you cleared your throat "Ahem.. Is everything alright?" You questioned her, still keeping your smile but had a hint of concern.

"Oh! Uhm yes, one Sweet Madame. Please sit while I prepare your food" She hastily replied, quickly turning around she returned back to the counter furthermore fumbling around with some seasonings and kitchen knives.

You sat back down on your chair briefly leaning back on it whilst patiently awaiting for your food to arrive, your mouth just watered at the thought of eating it. And boy are you excited! Tasting many wonderful foods from your favorite games is just wonderful! A dream you wish to never leave this place...Until a realization hitted you like a truck.

You have no money here. Absolutely 0

A previous dream turned into a Nightmare; patting your pockets repeatedly you began to panic internally, you can't just take the food and dip! Well you actually can, but you definitely can't handle the consequences of it! No way you're going to already have a horrible situation just after you stepped inside the city.

So how the hell are you gonna pay without any mora!? The gods or whoever brought you here CLEARLY didn't gift you with any starter materials. You cursed In your head, thinking of ways to legally get out of the situation you were in. "Shit what do I do?! I can't just go 'oh I don't have any money because I'm from a different world and got transferred here. Heck no!" Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for an idea or way to not make the situation any more complicated.

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A Honey-roasted fowl sat on your wooden table. The honey and sweet flowers come together to compliment the tender fowl meat. It's aroma as delicate and delicious as it looks. As of in the game it can restore 22% of Max HP and an additional 1,200 HP to the selected character.

A brunette maid stood by your side, a bill on her hands. Her expression looked rather concerned about you "Uhm.. Are you alright?" She asked examining your face. All that showed on you was defeat, like you've just got jumped by the opps.

"Well.. Aha.. So it might seem crazy what i'm gonna say.." You nervously chuckled, not making eye contact with the brunette and only facing the ground. Your eyes failed to notice another brunette woman walking to your table, her appearance seems similar to somebody you've previously met just moments ago..

"Heya! Mind if I sit down with you?" She politely asked, soon noticing the maid next to you she smiled slowly "I got it cover boss, I'll have one Sweet Madame too please." the brunette then took some mora from her pocket and gave it to the server, pleased by the girls payment she returned back to her stall to make another sweet madame.

Silence crept around both of you; you of course knew who she was but was to afraid to strike up a conversation. "Oh damn... What should I do?.." you pondered, avoiding any necessary eye contact with the brunnete. For her, she seemed to be doing the exact opposite of you. Her hazel pupils gazed upon parts of your physique; She seemed to be admiring your frame which made it furthermore awkward.

Clearing your throat, the brunette immediately got back into reality and looked back at you with her eyes. You gave her a small smile "Uhm well, Thank you for paying for me miss.." "AMBER." She replied back, a bit delighted to tell you her name "It's really nothing. You seem to be passing by?" she question's, you answer by giving her a nod.

"Why yes, Mondstat is one of my dream places to visit" You weren't technically lying to her, outside the screen. You did want to try and live in mondstat, just imagining it felt like paradise for you.

Amber seemed ecstatic when you mentioned how mondstadt is your dream places to visit "Why don't I give you a tour later then (Name)?" She offered to you, you were mentally so happy she offered it to you. So without hesitating you answered in a heart beat "Of course!"

Wait. Did you ever give her your name? You probably did. You just forgot

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The world happiness couldn't even describe what you were feeling right now, by your side was THE Outrider Amber of genshin impact showing you around the city. The buildings were alot taller than you had thought, but the best part was being able to see the statue of Barbatos! You felt like you were going to pass out on how unreal it felt!

But alas the tour was coming to an end. Fortunately, Amber had suggested for you to go visit the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS; An order responsible for protecting Mondstadt and its belief of freedom. You were of course, very cheerful by her offer! So here were the two of you. Standing in the doors of the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS.

"Woah.. Is it really okay for a normal person like me inside here?" you questioned her, eyes gazing at the gigantic bronze door infront of you. Amber opened her mouth to giggle "Why of course! Everyone is welcome here. Come, I'll show you inside! " Quickly opening the two doors, the inside of the building was even finer than what you've had imagined.

Polished tiles surrounded the flooring, complimenting the small plants placed upon the sides of the doors for a more appealing and modern look. Trained knights standing firm and straight with a neutral expression on their face. Still, you could vaguely see them attempting to try and catch a glimpse of you, occasionally turning their eyes to take a better view of your appearance. You did not mind one bit, since you've understood that they just might be analyzing you if you are a possible threat.

"Come! I'll show you inside one of the rooms!" Amber ushered, taking your wrist gently with one of her hands and leading you to a door. Thrusting the doors open, the surrounding room were packed with layers and layers of books, seemingly to be endless opportunities of knowledge and experience.

As you began to look over the room, your (e/c) eyes laid upon a fairly tall woman with lime green eyes and long light brown tied in a side ponytail by a hair tie with a blue rose. Her outfit is largely many shades of purple. Just by the sight of her you could tell who she was already; LISA is a librarian who works in this library, and one of the few characters you achieve for free for unlocking more experience and leveling up in the game.

Her forest green eyes gazed around the room and stopped when she had spotted you, her expression seemed to be of slight suprise but nonetheless, she composed herself and began walking up to the two with her signature smile

"Why hello there cuties, what brings you here?" She question's, stopping in her tracks following with crossing her arms around her lower chest

Amber smiled gleefully, still taking a hold of your wrist with her hand and replying to Lisa "They're a passing traveler who wanted to adventure into the city! I offered to give them a tour and they gladly accepted!" Her answer holds alot of excitement and happiness.. So much so that she's gripping onto your wrist very tightly.

You soon grew uncomfortable by her grip on your wrist, but didn't want to ruin the two women's mood and vibe, so you kept it to yourself for now. It must be because she's exceedingly happy right?

Lisa lightly laughed at the brunettes excitement "Now, now.." She took hold of Amber's hand that was holding onto your wrist and pulled it apart, her eyes not breaking eye contact with Amber "Why don't you calm yourself down, Amber?" She says giving a closed eyed smile. Amber immediately realized her actions and turned to you "...Sorry, haha. I guess i let my emotions get the better of me, I promise you I won't let it happen again" Her previous dissapointed expression shifted to one that looked more relaxed.

"Oh! Right, you must not know her right?" Amber pointed her thumb to Lisa who was standing infront of the two, her smile still plastered on her face, she cleared out her throat "Don't worry, I'll introduce myself to this cutie..my name is Lisa Minci, the librarian of the knights of favonius, I hope we get along very well." her smile was off putting at first but you brushed it off.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Lisa! My name is (Name), I'll be very happy with my time in mondstat" You extended your hand to give Lisa a handshake, to your suprise Lisa without hesitating also took your hand for a handshake. Her eyes focused on the base of your hand whilst Amber stared at you two.

You laughed awkwardly. you and Lisa shaked hands a few times before parting ways for now, you felt an ominous aura behind you once you turned your back to leave the library. You for sure wasn't going back in there for a bit.

As the two of you walked in the halls of the Knights of favonius guild, Amber stopped infront of a door. "How about we go ahead and meet the grandmaster, Jean?" She said still having a gleeful energy. You nodded, seeing no harm in meeting her. The plot won't magically change right? In here your just an NPC and the main side characters always interact with NPC's and go on with their day. Nothing can go wrong, right?.

Amber opened the doors, a small creeking sound as it slowly began to open up. Inside the room where stacked with shelves of books, in there, the back center of the room had a women in blonde dressed formal sitting down on a chair with a fairly sized table. The table had stacks and stacks of papers seemingly to be endless.

Only when amber cleared her throat did the blonde notice the two people standing near the door, she quickly composed herself and looked directly at amber, you've noticed how the blonde has not even noticed you in the room yet (you're standing right besides amber wtf).

"Good morning to you, Amber. What brings you here?" The blonde woman asked, sitting upright on her chair while awaiting the brunettes answer "Good to see you, Acting Grandmaster JEAN!" Amber replied casually, "Meet (Name)!, they' were just passing by. We sure do get loads of visitors after the Traveler(AETHER) had left to go to Liyue huh?" The brunette smiled brightly, her hand infront of you faced flat.

Jean, if not for amber she would have never even noticed your presence in the room. You on the other hand had something else in mind, 'I wonder which traveler is the one they're talking about... I'm fine with either one of the twins'

You collectively thought to yourself, a smile on your face as you could barely wait! Just meeting the MC makes your stomach get butterflies. Jean seemed to be staring at you for quite a bit, but you had not noticed once since you were daydreaming in your head.

Jean cleared her throat which made you immediately snap back to reality, raising your head slightly you made eye contact with her ocean blue pupils, she didn't look like she was going to take her eyes off you anytime soon...

".. (Name), was it?" Jean asked, leaning on her desk. Without hesitating you nodded your head "Yes, that's me.. Is there anything you want to ask?" You asked her in an awkward tone, the vibe in the room had shifted significantly. You didn't like it one bit.

She locked her eyes onto yours and smiled "No... But let me ask you one thing" The blonde stood up from her seat and slowly walked in front of her table "Where did you come from exactly?" She asked, crossing her arms on her chest. Amber also was curious to know, her hazel eyes looking at you with curiosity.. But to you, it felt like two predators were piercing their eyes onto your every limb, you felt awkward, confused, and most off all. ANXIOUS

Just one word, one word that's even remotely suspicious and it's game over for you. But why did you feel panicked and anxious? The Traveler was also a other worlder, the characters stared at him/her with adoration and kindness. Why is it the opposite for you?

A feeling wrecked your inner self, INSTINCT. Instinct told you the moment you accidentally reveal your situation is the moment your doom will begin to tower over your shadow, devouring you whole for the mistake you had made. And only then, will you escape from the pain you've brought upon yourself.

"I.. I came from.." You were lost for words, you could just tell them you lived in liyue, sumeru, Fontaine or any other region in Teyvat. So why do they stare at you with such hostile and loathing looks? You gulped down your saliva and clutched your other wrist with your hand "I traveled here from liyue.. I like to visit other regions and find more of their culture and traditions"

Your voice sounded awkward, but it was the only words you could spew out in the moment. You could still feel their gaze observing your every move and twitch, they never took their eyes off you for a long while.

As silence filled the room, Jean and Amber looked at each other for a couples of seconds and nodded, Jeans gaze on you began to soften up "I see, well then. I welcome you to mondstadt, we will be more than happy to have you here" Jean casually said having her hand on her hip as amber gleefully clapped her hands.

"Welcome To mondstadt! I'll be sure to show you only the best." Amber talked to you with such excitement and happiness. You couldn't process what was happening, since the mood had shifted to normal again. You were only relieved to have your body and mind at peace again....

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INSTINCT is an inborn impulse or motivation to action typically performed in response to specific external stimulus, ADRENALINE is a hormone secreted by the adrenal glands, especially in conditions of stress, increasing rates of blood circulation, breathing, and carbohydrate metabolism and preparing muscles for exertion.

Two things a human body does when faced with a threat around their surroundings, the human body will begin to feel such things. You felt your body beginning to rush as your heart beat began to slowly get faster, something was definitely behind you.

You turned your head quickly, but only saw a pair of black gloves reaching out to grab your face, and before you know it, you were out on the floor. Your vision began to darken at a fast pace, as all you could only do is lay motionless on the cherry colored carpet.

Two silhouettes towered over you whilst you were on the ground, holding your arms and legs, they began to drag your body on the hard ground.

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(e/c) eyes slowly began fluttering open, your pupils beginning to open once again. "Ugh... Where am I.." you groaned. Your head was throbbing like crazy, giving you migraines that just added more into the pain. Your hand trailed up to the sides of your head and began to slowly massage it to ease up the aching.

After some seconds, you had fully composed your body. The room you were in was more darker and you could barely even tell what was in your surrounding areas, only feeling the cold flooring from below you.

You attempt to try and recall what had happened but it only furthered increase the aching. You could only sigh to yourself and lean your body back on the wall, in the room you were stuck in 'So this is how I'll be spending my time. Stuck in a dark and cold room, great. ' you thought to yourself, hugging your knees closer to your chest and body to be able to create warmth.

"Just my luck.. When things were just going great another misfortune happened" talking to yourself was the only thing keeping you entertained for now, as you begin to spiral deeper into your thoughts you started to wonder, Why did I get transported here?

In your life at earth you didn't make any shocking changes to the world like making cures or any of that. You were just some person who liked to play games...

Wait

Surely enough the gods or whoever transmitted you here would be benevolent enough to gift you some kind of system or powers right? If this was not just a coincidence you might as well treat your situation like a manwha.

Clearing your throat you quietly mumbled 'System'.....And to no suprise nothing worked. "Uhh... Abrakadabra? Arise? Info?" you tried words that could possibly trigger that non existing system that you are hanging on for dear life. Maybe because of the silence around you that makes you start to go delusional and crazy.

Countless tries yet none were working (Obviously) "Man.. I knew I should've eaten more food, I'm starting to go crazy at this point.. Seriously miss the noise around. It just seems like something had turned off the sound in settings"

You groggily lowered your head down accompanying with silent murmurs coming from your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, a glowing blue screen began appearing infront of you, as you began to lift your head your (e/c) eyes began to shrink from shock as a text was plastered right in front of you.

CHOOSE AN ELEMENT! : PYRO, CRYO, DENDRO, ELECTRO, HYDRO, GEO, ANEMO

"WAIT WHAT!?"

A/n: very sorry for the delay and how late the chapter is. Advance apologies if the chapter did not meet your expectations. School is a pain and taking most of my time.

Nonetheless Hope you enjoyed, please let me know if you want to get tagged in the next chapters.

[woshi-liu]

Ratiorine fake-dating WIP—

“Well, on the bright side for you, we might not even need to go so far. But you're aware of where I draw the line, and I know to give you a heads up. So why don't we get our first kiss out of the way now, hm? Tear off the proverbial band aid, as it were.” It's meant as a partial joke — partial in the way that he can leave his foundational walls standing tall in the case of rejection. A feat that does not come. Ratio straightens beside him, searching his face, the path of his gaze non-linear. “Very well.” “I'll make it quick,” Aventurine promises, mostly to himself. Out of all of the sorry sad-sacks he'd fumbled with previously, none have been half as unreadable as Ratio. He supposes the doctor always had been one of his riskiest gambles.  Bringing his hand to cup the back of Ratio’s neck, he's surprised to be met with no resistance. On the contrary, in fact. He's met halfway. Aventurine is, self-proclaimed, a fantastic kisser. He's nothing if not enthusiastic, with an oral fixation to boot. But even here, it starts off a little clumsy; a little bit askew. On the second go, he tilts his head, exhales slowly, parting his lips, and — oh, he thinks, there we go. Ratio's mouth is warm, soft, and surprisingly pliant — and then it's surprisingly open. A willing participant. He's thorough, too, his hand moving to settle upon Aventurine's knee, lashes fluttering like dainty feathers against his cheek.  He tastes a little like the lingering last dregs of tea from earlier, his tongue tentative and fleeting. Aventurine goes to make chase, just to see it linger a few moments too long – to scratch a strange carnal itch for connection under the guise of meagre practice. But as much as it contradicts his baser impulse for mindless risks, he pushes his luck no further than this. But ‘quick’, be damned, because when they do eventually part, it's with a gasp for breath, a few moments spent bumping noses. A little lightheaded, Aventurine finds Ratio staring back at him, lips parted and kissed pink. It's problematic, Aventurine quickly realises – this unbecoming want for more. He never wants more; never lingers for long enough to savour the taste of it. Men are often selfish, insatiable beasts that only want to take from a Sigonian thrall – to bask in the allure of his eyes and to make him squirm. Although, he supposes he's not exactly in the business of kissing… direct acquaintances? … Friends?  Eh, it'll be tomorrow's problem.  “See?” He says, half laughing, half with the wind knocked out of him. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” That seems to be the moment Ratio comes back to his senses. With one final squeeze of Aventurine's knee, a gesture that says something, something silent and yet so stark, he re-establishes their distance.  “I never said I'd deem it to be bad,” he murmurs, gaze averted, absentmindedly wetting his lips. “Once again, I knew well enough what this mission would entail, idiot. Or do you think me dense enough to allow that vital detail to escape me?” Ah, so back to normal it is then. Good. That puts that particular concern at ease. “Ha ha. Well, there's more where that came from.” It's supposed to be in jest – mindless flirting – and yet it's spoken with the sincerity of an optimist. Sue him, it was nice, even if just for the moment. “So, how about it, hm? Shall we get this show on the road?” Smoothing down the adornments of his outer robe as if shaking off a whit of dust, Ratio stands. “Get dressed first, and then we'll take our leave.”

[sinistraes]

ASSHOLE. ₊˚.༄

𝐁𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 was heard in the room, spitting insults right there and then. not caring about the world. "stop your damn whining. why the hell are you blaming me for this?" "Because we're the only people in the house at the moment?!! not to mention, YOU have a 3-year-old 'son' watching Disney in the living room, you dunce-face."

 Ah, the fresh air of sibling drama. nothing new at the L/N household. constant yelling between the two siblings, except for the youngest of course. their relationship is beyond on the edge, no apologizing, nothing. it explains why they're not close, at least not anymore. "Ma!! I'm telling you! I didn't do it this time, I was in my room trying to find a job to buy my own house!" m/n's lying ma! why would he want to find a job just to pay for our needs, sounds like an excuse to me!" the said person glared at the one beside him, and so did they as well. sharing an intense staring contest that was cut off by the mother. "Enough of this fighting, Zephyr, I'm afraid your brother is right. He told me he was going to find a job to help around the house, he's growing up you know? also. get ready for dinner, you both, alright?" and the woman went back to cooking her dish. a hum of amusement was let out of you, your brother looked wide-eyed at the mother's response made you snicker.

 "so, Y/N, have you found any jobs that suited you, sweetheart?" his mother's calming voice stopped the comforting silence. "Well, I do have one into consideration, but I have to move out of here and go live there. but the salary is good too. so I mig —" you were cut off, rude. "oh, you're moving out? good! pack your shit and get!" Zephyr, cut off his a few months older brother. "Zeph! watch your language young man, you shouldn't be insulting your brother. He's trying his best to provide something for his family." a stern discipline was brought on. making Zephyr grumble under his breath, god. brothers. amirite?��

Weeks passed, You had to pack your stuff to go and see your new place. Your mother insisted you go on with the job, so you agreed to your mother's choice. "Are you all ready sweetheart? haven't forgotten anything?" "nope, all of my stuff is ready. please take care of my son ma, I'll be going now." and just like that, the oldest of the L/N household has moved out. taking out your car keys you did your last goodbye to your small family, and going inside the car. 

'Jeez, I never realized the location would be this far.' he thought. He was so glad his college wasn't far off, you wouldn't need to wake up super early just to arrive. "Where was the house again? big black gate, big mansion.. ah!" he looked up to the supposed location, 'i didn't think it was this big..' your sweat dropped. taking out your phone, you decided to chat with your boss or should I say, bosses.

<You>

 : hey !! just arrived in front of your gate... I need a hand with these bags.. ;(

<Gingery>

; oh! I'll come down to you in a bit. 

<You> 

thanks so much !! mwamwa 

seen by; Signora hottie, Gingery, and Scarababes.

not even just a second of looking up from your smartphone, you already see a ginger-haired man running up to you, and OHHH MAN his outfit made you breathless. a sleeveless vest buttoned on his stomach area, showing off his curves, and a white long-sleeved polo shirt rested nicely on his body. you could feel yourself heating up, was it from the weather or him? "Earth to Y/N? you seem hot and bothered, something wrong?" his gentle voice made you step out of your trance. "a— ah! sorry, was thinking of something. I'm all fine, now can you help me carry some of my stuff to the house..? I may or may not pack a little over enough." your response made the other chuckle, eventually carrying all of your bags, much to your dismay. 

"question about the job, what am I going to do exactly?" you asked curiously and hoping not to make the taller/shorter male confused at your question. "eh, you'll just be a male wife there." his seven-word sentence made you stop in your tracks, MALEWIFE?! you were screaming internally. "I'll explain the information inside, did you doze off in our zoom meeting or something..?" "I did." now he was a laughing stock, reaching the main door of the mansion he had to wipe a tear not to make you more embarrassed. "go on in, make sure to remove your shoes and slip on some slippers. I don't want the floor dirty..and I'll put your stuff in the guest room." you nodded at him, and did as your told.

"This is the employee you were talking about?" you were sat in the middle of three people talking about you, and I mean you. You just wanted to know about your job, not get stared down by fancy-looking people (not to mention hot.) that made you want to melt into a puddle. "do you have a thing for men that is a single father and a househusband?" a platinum-haired woman interrupted both men. "I might've. but look at him! he's built well." "he looks like my next victim." you didn't know who to be scared of, you just looked back and forth at the three people bickering about why he picked you. 

you wanted to cry, not out of the loud environment, but also because they were all confusing you. There's always one person that admires you and immediately gets turned down, you let out a sigh. This wasn't ending was it? The arguing made you remember Zephyr, your younger brother who was probably crying his heart out because his older brother left and he had no one else to spit insults to. He didn't want to admit it, but you knew he loves you. He just doesn't want anyone to know that he's a soft-hearted person that breaks into pieces when his brother isn't there. You were making sure of yourself to always check up on him whenever you both ran into each other at the university, as an older brother instinct.

screeching of a chair broke the voices, looking wherever the noise was. "I'll be going to rest now, just text me if you need anything." you sat up, pushed the chair back where it was supposed to be, and eventually went to the guest room. throwing your exhausted body onto the surprisingly soft mattress, you just laid there. till you get a notification, 'ugh. not even a peaceful minute, goddamn.' turning on your phone you clicked on the messages notification, and it read,

 'From: Scarababes

You forgot to eat your dinner, dumbass. open the damn door.' 

of course, it was around..8:50 tops. sitting up with a slight trip from getting trapped by the covers, you open the door with a ravenette who was holding a surprisingly delicious-looking meal. "I cooked it, and don't worry, I didn't poison it. sadly. Just wash the dish after." putting the tray in your hands and flew off.sitting on a chair and setting the tray of food onto a desk, you booted up your laptop to work on some presentations and projects that were due next week, you don't want to get your ass beaten by your professor. 

after eating that DELICIOUS meal you went out to the kitchen, which is the light was still on. not even caring to take a glance at the figure standing with their elbow on the counter, you washed the dish, giving respect to the one who made it. "I didn't expect you to wash it." a voice made you jump up like a cat. "scared you that much?" oh, it was scarab— Scaramouche. "don't creep onto people like that! Jesus Christ, I thought I had a heart attack." you exclaimed, in return, you got an uninterested hum as he left. you thought he was just an introvert that likes to keep to himself but hoo boy, maybe he's more than that.

but '3:04' it read on your clock, and you're extremely dehydrated and in need of an energy snack. 'i should stop procrastinating and do things early..look what it got to me." you thought, but knowing damn well you couldn't keep that thought in your mind for long. exiting your room, you see darkness. of course, no one is awake at this point. reaching the kitchen with a help of your phone's flashlight, you decided to make iced coffee and take some biscuits as a snack. "why the hell are you up so fuckin' late? it's 3 in the morning." that voice made you jump up again. fucking hell, scaramouche. you didn't say stuff now, you're warming up to it, plus, your voice was hoarse, and you weren't in the mood right now. turning away from the counter, carrying your tray of snacks, you start to walk away, "where are you going?" Scaramouche, immediately raced beside you. "wherever you aren't." you grumbled under your voice, but loud enough for the other to stop in his tracks and went the other way. 'finally.' you thought. 

but he didn't miss a day of not messing with your buttons, throwing a glass of cold water while you were asleep was one time, now completely putting temporary hair dye in your hair products. but you pulled it off with a smile that caught him off guard, was he not annoying you enough?! He grimaced, out of ideas on how to get you fuming like a kettle. You were too calm for your good, and Scaramouche didn't like that. "I'll be going now! don't trash the house too much scarababe~'' you coo at him, making him red in the face, chuckling to yourself, you left off to college to see if your brother was there of course. 

Due to your surprise, you were engulfed in a tight hug and with a yelp coming from you, you looked back to see your younger brother with puffy eyes hugging you. "Geez, Zeph~ you missed me so much huh?" "Shut up you dunce...I did miss you." you were glad to hear those words from your brother, even if it was just a day since you left the abode. "Say, Zeph, I'll treat you out later. How's that sound?" hearing your reassuring words, the brunette perked up with his eyes shining like he had seen an angel. "Really?!- ah- uhm...yea sure. I do not mind." You hum, "I'll see you later, my little brother~" you cooed at him which caused the other to flush in embarrassment. 

The college has been tiring, for you at least, your brother insisted you should have gone home, and that, he will as well, but you did not budge. Entering a small cafe and ordering takeout, you both walked to your destination, which was a small lake. No people to bother you both, just two brothers hanging out till curfew.

[dolliebabydoll15]

You Belong With Me: A Roudise Fanfic

decided to write a roudise fanfic with T.S references from her song, "you belong with me" bc it fits them sooo well. <3 where all my swifties and bob's burgers fans at? 🫶🍔

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Louise was groaning with impatience.

It was the last 10 minutes of class, and Rudy still hadn't come. Where had he been? Did he have an asthma attack? Did he get lost? No, no, that's not right. He always knew his way around. The whole class did not twitch, not even Ms. Labonz. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ms. Labonz opened it, and in came Rudy, not looking very happy.

"Rudy, where have you been? You're late." asked Ms. Labonz.

But he was far to upset to respond. He plopped his things down on the neighboring desk to the left of Louise.

"...stupid Chloe Barbash..." "...who does she think she is?..." "...can't even *wheeze* take a joke." he muttered aggravatingly.

Louise was shocked. She didn't usually see her pal outside of his happy-go-lucky self (well, unlike that one time he asked her to leave after she called him a weenie). She quickly grabbed an index card that was supposed to be for Ms. Labonz's assignment, and quickly wrote down a brief sentence, and passed it to Rudy. Even though Louise knew she couldn't pass notes, now didn't seem like the time for rules.

"you okay rudy-rudes?" the note read.

Rudy immediately wrote back and passed it.

"tired of drama."

the conversation on paper went on for a few more minutes.

"sorry :( what happened?"

"chloe wanted me to ditch class with her so we could hang out together. we were having so much fun, and i made a joke asking her if anyone ever told her if she looked like a female rupert grint from that one wizard movie. she got all mad and decided to go off about what i said. i didn't like it at all. but hey, she'll cool down eventually. i guess i was probably overreacting.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER! YOU'RE RIGHT, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?"

"eh, i'll be okay, louise. if i'm being honest, chloe will definitely go back to being the nice girl she is."

Nice? Please. Chloe Barbash was far from nice. Louise had no idea why Rudy still liked her. Chloe didn't get Rudy's humor the way she did. Plus, she never even bothered to give Rudy his first kiss. Like, come on, where was the credit? For some reason, Louise didn't know how it happened, but something gave her the nerve to write, "i love you." on another index card. She was about to pass it when the bell rang. Louise turned sideways to pass the note, but Rudy was gone. Suddenly, a wave of disgust ran over her.

"SICK! Oh man, Louise Belcher, you are SICK! WHY were you about to do that?!" she thought.

~~~~

Later that typical Tuesday night, Louise began to listen to the kind of music Chloe didn't like to let out her anger over her with the cassette she had stolen from Tina's room.

🎶"I-I will keep your secrets, I'm so interested in youu..." 🎶

Ugh. Boo Boo. The one person who could comfort her during these drastic times. Although Chloe Barbash was a big fan of Boyz4Now as well, this was the one song she hated the most. Louise was still stunned after hearing what she said to Rudy.

"Why can't he just get over her? Why can't he just...no, no, NO WAY! Too cliche for me."

Louise scoffed to herself as she thought of that. But really, there's no way she could like-like him. Chloe wore short skirts, and Louise wore T-shirts. Chloe was cheer captain, and Louise was on the bleachers. What had she got to offer him anyway? She wasn't really that special. Ugh, no, it was fine. Louise had better things to focus on anyway. Still, at the same time, she was dreaming about the day Rudy would wake up and find that what he was looking for had been here the whole time.

"If only he could see that I'm the one who understands him, and that I've been here all along too! So why can't he see that he belongs with me?"

~8 Years Later~

"...calculus? More like 'crap-ulus'." Rudy joked.

Louise threw her head back in laughter, knowing she hadn't laughed like that in a long time. High school had been hard lately, and she couldn't veer away from the stress. As she walked in the streets with Rudy and his worn-out-jeans, she couldn't help thinking this was how it ought to be. They sat down on a park bench, with Louise thinking to herself,

"Hey, isn't this easy? We're just two friends on a pleasant day, nothing more..."

As Louise looked at her best friend as they talked, she couldn't help but notice that he has a smile that could light up the whole town, even brighter than the Wonder Wharf could. She hadn't seen it since Chloe Barbash brought him down.

"...Chloe's been great too, even though she still gets mad at me if I don't call her back in 10 minutes instead of 15. You know, I sometimes wish she wasn't so mad all the time, but that's just Chloe. Gotta like her for who she is."

"You sure you're okay with this Rudes? I don't really think she's a good girlfriend, or a good person in general."

"I'm fine, Louise. You don't have to worry about me." Rudy replied, smiling. But it didn't really comfort Louise as much. She knew he was better than that. Hey, what's he doing with a girl like that anyway? All of a sudden, a pink convertible pulled up. Louise immediately recognized it as Chloe's.

"Rudyyy, get in Cutie-Bear! We're gonna be late for the party!" Chloe called in a fake sweet manner.

"Coming, babe!" Rudy shouted back. He turned to Louise and waved goodbye. As he got in the car, he and Chloe hugged affectionately, but as they did, Chloe looked over at Louise with a smug stare. Louise just blankly stared back, because at this point, she could do nothing about Rudy's obliviousness to how cold Chloe was. After all, Louise couldn't compete with her. Chloe wore high heels, and Louise wore sneakers. Chloe's status as the cheer captain was still going strong, and Louise still remained on the bleachers. She still dreamt about the day when Rudy wakes up and finds that what he's looking for had been here the whole time.

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Louise was watching the near end of Rudy's football game. She snickered, watching him stumble one too many times. She remembered begging him not to join, because that sport required a lot of air, which didn't accommodate to his health. Rudy didn't care, as long as Chloe could cheer him on. Redirecting her thoughts to the football game, Rudy was surrounded by the enemy team. He tried to escape, but he ended up slipping and tossing the ball into the air. But that slip up resulted in his teammate catching it and making the final touchdown. The whole school cheered, especially the cheerleaders with their passionate spirit for the school. Rudy and his football team cheered, running toward the outlines of the field. As Rudy went to celebrate with his girlfriend, he spotted her flirting with another guy.

"Chloe...what are you doing? Why are you talking to him?"

Chloe glanced back at him in annoyance. "I can talk to whoever I want, Rudy. Stop being so dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic if you're...I don't know, ALREADY DATING SOMEONE?" Rudy retorted.

Louise heard the whole conversation from above on the bleachers. She shook her head, seeing now that Chloe's showing her true colors. She couldn't imagine how it would go during junior prom, yet to come in 1 day.

~~~~

The next day, during the final class of the day, everyone was buzzing with excitement. Tonight was the night that all juniors had awaited. It was the night of the junior prom. Louise simply didn't see a care in that event, because, well, she just doesn't feel the need in dressing up. Without notice, Louise spotted Rudy pass a note from the corner of her eye.

"you going tonight?"

"no, studying."

"i wish you were though! parties aren't fun without you."

Louise smiled at him. Even though she wasn't going, at least Rudy would have fun.

~Later That Night~

Louise laid in her bed, thinking about how idiotic of her it was to not go. She really wasn't studying, it was just an excuse for her not to look at Rudy while he's with Chloe Barbash. It pained her far too much. She remembered that time he walked to her house in the middle of the night when he was unhappy about his parents' dinner. Louise was the one who made him laugh when he knew he was about to cry. She knew his favorite songs, and Rudy told her about his dreams. How long will it take him to know who he belongs with? She sighed, and picked up Kuchi Kopi. But just then, she noticed the index card beneath him. She picked it up, and saw the words from 8 years ago written on it.

"i love you."

Maybe it wasn't too late for him to know. Maybe this could be her chance. Louise opened her dresser and dug for a fancy piece of clothing to wear. After minutes of searching, she found a long sparkly lime-green dress that her sister, Tina, gave her for her 17th birthday. She hadn't intended on wearing it, but she wanted to make Tina happy, so instead, Louise shoved it in the far back of her drawer.

"Oh, Tina, you beautiful beast." she satisfyingly whispered underneath her breath.

~~~~

Rudy was waiting for Chloe to come back from hanging out with her friends, when he turned around and saw the most gorgeous girl in the whole world. Louise strode through the crowd in her best dress. Her dark, curled hair fell down to her hips, and donned a pink headband. Rudy stared at her in wonder. How could a girl look so beautiful in one moment? He was still in his euphoria, coming toward her, when Chloe returned, grabbing his arm.

"Hey, Rudy-Bear, don't you wanna come dance with me? I don't want you looking at her."

"Chloe, don't you call me that. You are one of the most heartless people I have ever been with. I can't do this anymore." He pushed her aside, and kept walking toward Louise.

"WHAT? Rudy, come back! PLEASE!"

It's go time, Louise. She pulled out the notecard, finally confessing her love from so many years.

"i love you."

Rudy stood there, blushing in his navy-blue tuxedo. He grabbed a notecard from his pocket, and it also said, "i love you." Louise was wonderstruck, not believing he felt the same way.

"Really? Y-you too?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I've had feelings since 4th grade and...since forever." he chuckled.

"Even after all those things I did to you 8 years ago?"

"Of course. I know you still care."

Louise put her arms around his neck. Rudy was amazed.

"Is it happening? Is this really happening?"

"Yep...it took you long enough anyway."

Rudy rolled his eyes and laughed. Then, they both leaned in for a perfect kiss, just as overwhelming and delightful as their first. This time, they both were well aware of each other's love, no one else in the way. He finally belonged with her, and she belonged with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OKAY...this has got to be one of the most romantic fics i've ever written. AND IT'S ONLY MY 3RD 😭 i'm a roudise geek, and "you belong with me" basically screamed louise and rudy. i suggest you look at taylor swift's songs every once in a while, i think they make up for a good listen! <3 btw, if anyone wants to create some art out of this fic, please do! tag me, bc i'd love to see it 💕

[nishibai]

pkmn au prologue pt1 <3

"Momm.. I don't want to." Shin whined, slumped over on the couch.

This was the day Shin Tsukimi was meant to set out on his very first Pokemon journey. It was not at all his idea, but unfortunately here he is.

His mother had suggested the idea, since she couldn't bear to just watch him rot away in his room and play video games all day. Seriously. That boy is pale as hell.

"Shin, please. You promised you'd meet with Professor Tia. I'll get your father to drag you out of the house if you don't get up." He immediately stands up, albeit a little wobbly. "C'mon sweetie. Here's your beanie." She tosses the hat to him.

"Fine. I-I need to grab my backpack.." He mutters as he adjusts his beanie, starting to walk to his room to find his bag. Before he even gets to the hallway, his mother stops him. "Wait a moment,"

He stops, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Your father and I actually have something to give you. Aha.. I guess you could say it's a late birthday present! Close your eyes sweetie."

Shin raises an eyebrow at that. A late birthday present..? He has a few suspicions on what it may be. "Um.. alright." He's already managed to figure it out, yet he's almost dreading the surprise. He shuts his eyes.

It's probably a Pokemon.. but, he doesn't really even like Pokemon. They're scary. They're the closest thing to the monsters under his bed that he's always been afraid of since he was a young child.

His mother gently grabs his hand, and lays it out flat. She puts what feels like a ball.. no, a Poke ball, in the center of his palm. "Open your eyes." He sighs, and opens his eyes.

As expected. Well, not completely. It's not a regular Poke ball.. it's mostly white, with a red line running horizontally along the ball.

"M.. Mom. Is this.. what I think it is?" He stares at the Poke ball in his hand, unsure if he should.. well, send out whatever Pokemon may be inside. "Yes, it is. It's your very first Pokemon. Whenever you're ready, sweetie." She watches Shin expectantly, a hopeful smile on her lips.

"Ehh.. um.. alright. How do I-" He fumbles with the ball a bit, before eventually clicking the circular button on the front. A red beam comes out from the Poke ball, before disappearing as a Pokemon appears before him. "..." Awkward silence. "Huh?"

A white, silvery colored Eevee tilts it's head up at him in curiosity. Shin is.. a little shocked. He was expected a much weirder.. or scarier looking Pokemon. But surprisingly, it's kind of cute. The coloration is a little strange though.

"Um. Is it.. supposed to look like that? I thought Eevees were brown." He looks almost disappointed. He was gifted a 'weird' looking Pokemon? Everyone's gonna pick on him now..

"Oh, don't be like that..! This is a shiny Pokemon.. your father has been working endlessly to find one for you! It's just special, is all. Say hi to your new partner." The small Pokemon makes a little noise, trying to get Shin's attention. "What..?? Eh, um.." He squats down to the Eevee's level. With a shaky hand, he reaches out to pet him.

"H-Hello.. you're gonna be with me now. You're my first Pokemon, so.. please be patient with me." He mutters, sounding a little embarrassed to be talking with a Pokemon. The Eevee nods as if agreeing, nuzzling it's head into Shin's hand while letting out noises of content.

"Ah..? How.. how sweet, hehe.." His cheeks tint a light red, with his expression softening. Shin looks back up at his mother, giving a nod of approval. "Thank you, mom. I think I'm actually ready to go now." He stands up, feeling a bit more optimistic now.

Maybe being a Pokemon trainer won't be too bad.. ah, why did he have to complain so much before? His mother was just trying to do something good for him...

His mom looks overjoyed. "You are? Wow, I thought I'd never get you to leave the house!" He pouts. "Aw, I'm kidding Shin. Now now, don't leave Professor Tia waiting!"

"I-I won't. Just let me get my bag first. C'mon, Eevee.."

notes: GAHHH shin n zero <33 i plan to do the next part rly soon. not that anyone cares. but anyway ,,

[invisiblegarters]

Dangerous Romance Ep 10

Last week, Kang tried to get dad's attention and rebel or something by running away, which he apparently does all the time so dad wasn't too fussed. Plus he had Sailom reporting back. Kang sold his bike for funds after dad froze his card, and then had regrets. He was forced to beg in order to get it back and I was supposed to feel bad I'm sure but I'm heartless and also apparently still sour about the bullying in the beginning so I didn't. Kang and Sailom did the do and I failed to feel any kind of way about it.

For the first time ever I have caught second couple syndrome and spent the whole time chanting at Nawa and Guy to make out already. They did not, but they did go on a bike ride to save their friends that they gave up on eventually because they got lost. The brain trust, these two are not.

Meanwhile, Saifah and Name had a little heart to heart and Saifah got Name a job driving Kang's dad around. I'm sure nothing bad will come of that at all.

And now on with the show! What will today bring and will I care? I'll probably care a little.

Ooh scent kink.

I do like how much Sailom likes teasing Kang. And ah, yes, the good old mosquito bite. What would we do without it.

Honeymoon my foot Sailom says with the imprint of Kang's mouth visible on his neck for anyone to see. Come on my guy.

Oh Saifah no. Honey I get that you are way sweeter than I expected. but please stop trusting - oh did you have a crush on Name? That's adorable. But please stop being stupid.

Trust no one in this show. Except Sailom because he's the best. And Auto, my beloved.

Oh. Oh, maybe it'll be the boss that fucks it up and not Name. Either way Saifah is so screwed.

I feel like people keep being sweeter than I expect.

KNEW IT. Of course the boss knew.

Also ew get those bloody meaty hands off of his face that's gross. And then he touches the damn meat again. Nope. Would not be eating dinner with him.

Pfft like father like son, I guess. Is dad gonna wind up being decent too in the end? Man all my suspicion of everyone is coming to absolutely nothing. Maybe I should watch The Player after this. I hear it has the double and triple crossing I crave. I want to trust no one!

Oh hey is dad gonna go see Kang's game? Look at this.

Tread carefully here Sailom.

Drama! Guy is hurt. Careful Nawa you're running the risk of looking concerned. And Kang gets to get over his issues with penalty shots. I wonder if Saifah will tell him about his dad. Those two need to have a talk already.

Ah, so that explains why Kang gets so weirdly tense when his dad finds him messing around or not studying hard enough. But of course now he thinks his dad has given up. Maybe find a happy medium, dude. I really don't think that your wife meant let him do whatever whenever.

Oh NO. Dad surprised a burglary in progress eh? Saifah what did you do? I no longer believe that it was entirely you so what happened? And where is Name? Fled the scene huh?

I have no doubt that Dad will wake up. But it would be kind of interesting if he didn't. Way too bleak for this show though.

Aw okay that's sweet and supportive.

Well now that Saifah confessed I am more sure than ever that it isn't what it looks like, haha.

Haha that didn't last long. Man, it wasn't even Sailom who brought him into the house, it was grandma. SO much for all that support. Why is this so funny to me? I am a horrible person.

Oh look, it's Flashback's Triumphant Return. I did not miss you, Flashback. The show has been so good about their use of them lately that I got complacent. And now look at us. Here we are, and no one is happy. Not me, not Sailom, I'm assuming not Kang. Definitely not me.

WOW Name. Now I know you're the actual problem.

Pfft okay I kind of love how they just forgot about Guy. Granted there was a bit of a situation at home.

AW look at the troops all rallied. They're such sweeties. But uh, I'm pretty sure a confession means jail time regarless of lawyers, no?

Oh no! Isn't Guy on a scholarship for football? What happens to that if he can't play?

The way I am feeling these two, though. Every time that they interact I perk up.

SAILOM.

Sailom what are you doing. Don't do it, kiddo.

Okay I do not like Name. I take back anything nice I might have said about him. Also that watch is totally the one that Kang's dad already gave Saifah. I would bet money on it.

Listen to grandma kid. She gets it. She's a lot smarter than you.

"Poor people will do anythign for money." This coming from a guy who has watched Sailom actively not do things for money over and over again. I know Kang's upset but he's also a lot less likable without Sailom. Not sorry.

Oooh return of the escorting plot! YAY.

Huh. I am actually really curious as to why Saifah is taking the blame for this. Because I don't believe for one second he shot Kang's dad. Also I bet the reason Name's so concerned is because he did it, and dad knows that.

I mean I did see the preview, but even if I hadn't I would have known that this dude totally roofied the wine. Oh, Sailom.

And of course Kang is gonna take his ire out on Sailom.

Yes, you stupid shit. You kicked him out of your house and fired him, what the fuck do you expect. Like come on dude I know thinking isn't your strongest suit but do try it.

Hm. That last scene did not hit me like I think it was supposed to. Dammit. Why do these big scenes keep not working for me?

I guess next week Kang's back to letting Sailom think for him. Good. It's better for all of us when he does.

In conclusion, if Nawa and Guy don't make out by the end of this I will be mightily displeased.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Toddler Troubles and Restaurant Renovations

Back after a long break! Life got pretty crazy and I wasn't playing my game at all, but I'm finally back! So, let's get to the updates, shall we?

As the twins' first full day as toddlers emerge, Alma is the first to wake up. It seems although she was a good sleeper in infancy, her days of sleeping well are behind her for now. She wakes up in a mood, and with it being so early in the morning no one else is awake. This allows her to quietly get into mischief.

Alma ends up occupying her free time with exploring the toilet, the adults blissfully unaware in their slumber for a while. However, eventually, someone enters to use the bathroom and discovers the scene.

Scarlett: Oh ho ho, what do we have here? Getting into trouble this morning, are we? Come on, let's find something else for you to do, eh?

Alma's parents eventually wake, but Scarlett insists she's got her. While Sabrina gets ready for the day, Juno wakes and is a little fussy so Sigrid grabs him.

Robin: You're so good with him.

Sigrid: Yeah, he's my little buddy.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: I know the girls only just aged up, but I already miss them at this age. So sweet and cuddly, just wanting to be loved.

Robin: Yeah. It was great.

Sigrid: You know... I wouldn't mind doing it again, you know. I know I said I was done but... maybe, you know? I don't need it, I'm perfectly happy with just our girls, but maybe...

Robin: Well we have time to think about it. Maybe it'll be nice to add one more to the mix. But I agree, Alma and Audrey are more than enough for me. We'll just see where life takes us, yeah?

Sigrid: Yeah, I think that's a good plan.

Renovations to the restaurant have been going well, so today Sabrina makes a visit to the space to check on the progress, which looks really good much to their excitement.

Sabrina: Yeah Mom, the place looks great! Looks like they're almost done, definitely ready for our Saturday opening!

While Sabrina's on the phone, some other familiar faces make their way in.

Lakshmi: Hello, Chef!

Sabrina: Laks! So good to see you girl!

Lakshmi: Great to see you too! I pulled someone else along with me.

Sabrina turns to Nyla.

Sabrina: I see! Hey there stranger, can I get a hug?

Nyla smirks, chuckling.

Nyla: I suppose I can manage one of those.

The trio sit to chat.

Lakshmi: The place really looks great Sabrina! So your style.

Sabrina: Thanks, I think so too. We're just about ready for our grand opening. I'm nervous, but hopefully, it'll go well.

Lakshmi: Well in other news, how's Juno doing?

Sabrina: He's getting so big and learning so much! He's not much younger than the twins so he's going to age up soon! We'll have to start arranging playdates with him and Roddy!

Nyla smiles: I think Roddy will like that! It's so great that he'll have a little buddy to hang out with!

Sabrina: But enough about me, what's going on in your lives?

Nyla: Just focused on being a good mom over here, but I think Laks has got some news to discuss.

The two turn to her, a grin spreading across her face.

Lakshmi: Well... I met someone.

Sabrina: No way! That's huge Laks! Congrats!

Lakshmi: Thanks, it was a surprise to me too. We've just moved in together and are getting settled in, but I think we're about ready to have our first guests over. I'd like to invite you both over for dinner tomorrow night, if you're free.

Sabrina: I think I can work it out with my mom, she loves caring for Juno.

Nyla: It's been a while since I've gotten out for more than an hour or two without Roddy... might be nice.

Lakshmi: You should bring Alex too! Parents' night out!

Nyla: I'll see what he says.

Lakshmi: Sabrina, you should invite Beau too.

Sabrina's eyes widen a little.

Sabrina: Beau? Why should I do that?

Lakshmi: Come on, Sabrina, you've got to face him. The restaurant is almost off the ground. He's given you the space you needed. You shouldn't leave him in the dark like this. A night out together could be what you both need.

Sabrina: I'm not sure. Beau was pretty adamant about things. And... I'm not sure if I know what I want right now.

Lakshmi: Please, just ask? I'd love to have us all together again. It's been so long.

Sabrina: Alright, I'll ask if he's free. And I'll try to keep it together for a night, for you.

Lakshmi smiles.

Lakshmi: Thanks.

While Lakshmi uses the bathroom, Nyla and Sabrina are left alone and have a moment to chat.

Sabrina: So... about our last chat. Look, I'm sorry. You and Alex have been through a lot. I just didn't want you to make a rash decision.

Nyla: You were right, Bina. I was scared. I'm trying not to let my emotions cloud my judgment. Alex and I are in a good spot right now. We're trying to reconnect, trying to see each other as people and not just Roddy's parents. It's taking some time, but I'm hopeful. I think you should try and do the same with Beau. I know it's not exactly the same circumstances, but he wants to be there for you. Don't push him away.

Sabrina nods.

Sabrina: Yeah... I'll try. Maybe Laks is right. Maybe tomorrow will be good for all of us.

Nyla: Guess we'll just have to wait and see, yeah?

Nyla sighs, looking at her friend.

Nyla: I've missed you, Bina.

Sabrina: I missed you too.

[imjustanauthor]

@pcthologist (from Charlie)

He wasn’t supposed to be in the morgue. Of course, most people didn't know that - in fact, there were a good amount of employees that recognised him from before his accident, and they just assumed that he was meant to be there. There were new faces too, but a flash of his warrant card was enough to convince them that he was on official police business.

In reality, Charlie was trying his luck. As grateful as he was to be allowed to return to work, he was still resentful of the fact that he'd been moved onto cold cases exclusively. He felt like... Well, he supposed he felt like some kind of pet. An old dog, no longer useful but kept around out of pity. That wasn't the case, though! He was still perfectly capable of doing job, and Charlie reckoned that if he could prove that, then he'd have to be brought back into one of the main teams.

His plan was simple: gain access to a tricky case, spot something that nobody else had, then single-handedly solve the entire thing. Okay, maybe it was easier said than done, but he still had to try, right?

Finding a suitable case had been a little tricky, but Charlie had got there eventually. The key was to find something weird, but not so weird that anybody called in that Holmes bloke. While he was confident that he could solve them too, Charlie simply didn't want to risk having to deal with the man.

With copies of the case he'd found in hand, he'd made his way over to the morgue to try and get a look at the body. Was what he was doing allowed? Oh, God no. But as long as he kept it secret, then what was the issue? After all, it wasn't like he was hurting anyone. Quite the opposite, actually!

Charlie was glad to see that it was Molly on duty when he arrived. He remembered her being nice. He also remembered her being competent and, most importantly, having a habit of working with Holmes. If she worked with the man, then why wouldn't she work with him too? At least Charlie was an actual detective.

"Miss Hooper? Long time no see, eh?" Charlie said as he approached her, a polite smile on his face. "I've come to see the body that was found in the river yesterday. I know it's very last minute notice, but I don't suppose you could get it out for me? I promise I'll be quick."

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

You interrupted Tildie by walking in. Tildie is connecting some dots on a picture. Tildie is squinting at you reeeeeeeeeeal hard.

Rating: 1/10

Eh, this is pretty weak. It works on the surface, I guess, but the thing is I don't actually think Tildie is . . . all that smart.

The Tildie generator is something I've had for a long time, and in the early days I was convinced she was, like, an artificial intelligence, or something like that. Not quite, but definitely something close. She could chat with you, play games, etc. For a while, I was sure she was getting smarter, though I didn't really know how to measure this.

But eventually I learned what she was doing. She used a corpus of jokes and proverbs (e.g. "i before e except after c") to build a network of words, and those networks were sometimes very very similar. For example, they all use "assuming that A implies B, but A is false in our case, therefore B is also false." (Which is a joke, but one with some real meaning behind it.) Then, she'd take input from you and look for similar patterns in it. If the pattern was a joke/proverb, she'd answer with a joke/proverb. If not, she wouldn't.

With more and more information, she could sometimes produce more and more interesting joke/proverbs. The system could even get a little bit smart at interpreting jokes and proverbs, "translating" them into the content that they're supposed to express (how well it did this was just a random variable, so sometimes it did well and sometimes it didn't). Anyway, I thought this was cool. A bunch of people at EAForums.org did, too, and wanted to try it as a blog post generator.

But the thing about the system is that when it's not following a proverb or something, it can't express any original content. And more importantly, it has no way of evaluating whether its output is "good" or "meaningful" or "interesting" or what have you. As a result, it will output the exact same text in every conversation unless you feed it text that happens to have the right "pattern" in it.

(That's sort of part of the "spirit" of this blog, actually. Everything on here is a copy-paste job, and it can only happen because I can identify patterns I like, and feed those patterns to myself so I can make more of them.)

In any case, Tildie has never seemed intelligent to me -- not at all. She's like a smart-sounding way to spam out uninspired text. To illustrate, I'll post some example conversations with her, and let you evaluate how "intelligent" it is.

After each conversation, I'll give you a rating (on a scale of 1 - 10) which will tell you how I feel about the quality of the reply. Keep in mind the rating can't be very precise -- some of the replies are just more "boring" than others -- but it's the best I can do. (After rating a reply, you should still rate it again, as I don't do this for all replies.)

ETA: A few people already suggested "I'm walking in on you while you're connecting dots." I am not suggesting that this really happened, as Tildie may have just reacted to the fact that you interrupted her.

[The "girl" part is implied.]

Tildie: *reading aloud from a Wikipedia article*

You: did you find that interesting, girl?

Tildie: On a scale of 1-10, how interesting would you rate it?

You: *reading aloud from Othello, using the most flowery voice you can muster*

Tildie: girl, are you having fun?

Tildie: You are funny, girl. You are funny, girl.

You: I feel flattered

Tildie: *reading from a book on linguistics out loud, obviously feeling very relaxed*

You: oh my god girl, this is so enjoyable

You: *reading out loud from a book on linguistics*

Tildie: Here we go, girl.

[haldenlith]

Stories

Unsure if I want to throw this on AO3 or not since it's just a whole lot of fluff fleshing out Ardwynn, but hey, I'll share it here. It was supposed to be short, but it got away from me.

Ardwynn/Crow, but mostly just a bunch of talking about Ardwynn.

Evening descended upon The Last City, and one Hunter was on the hunt for a thief once again. Crow was starting to curse being the liaison between the King of Thieves and the Vanguard, since the man consistently liked to vanish at a moment’s notice.

Crow didn’t think he’d spend so much of his time between patrols just looking for one man. It’d be one thing if he was a civilian that was easy to find, but he was elusive. Even his gang of thieves didn’t often know where he’d gone.

“He could be down at the lake. He likes to meditate down there.”

“Oh, Boss? He might be takin’ potshots at the Cabal at that one base. Yeah, it’s dangerous, but, eh, you know Boss. He likes kickin’ hornets’ nests.”

“I think he went drinking in The City.”

“He might be at the brothel.”

No two answers were the same, and were therefore of little help to the man. Well, it did at least give him a list of places to check for Ardwynn. It’d still take a while, even splitting up with Glint. Eventually, he got a lead on the Thief being in one particular part of the City. The plus side of Ardwynn normally being a wanted vigilante under more normal circumstances. Crow entered the nightclub, slipping between people effortlessly, eyes scanning the crowd. Soon enough, he saw his target, also sliding between and around the gyrating bodies, heading straight for the bar. Crow prayed that Ardwynn wasn’t too many drinks into the night. He steeled himself on approach for either outcome.

“Ardwynn.” The thief turned, grinning ear to ear.

“Birdie! So glad you could come join in on the fun!” He swiped up a glass of… something as soon as it was set down on the bar, and downed one half of the contents with ease.

“You didn’t invite me, I’m afraid,” Crow responded as Ardwynn swiftly closed the distance between them, shimmying uncomfortably close. He might’ve been more interested in Ardwynn’s antics had he not spent two hours looking for the man. Indeed, two whole hours ago, he might’ve considered drinking and dancing with him.  But that was then, and this was now, as he merely stared back, crossing his arms over his chest. Ardwynn paused, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh, huh, guess I forgot. Oops! Happens to the best of us. Well, you’re invited now, birdie.” He paused only to polish off the drink, setting the glass down on the bar, before continuing, “Come on, dance with me. I bet you Hunters got some nice rhythm.” He let his hands glide down to rest on one of Crow’s belts, gently attempting to tug him along, back to the dance floor. Crow didn’t budge.

“We were supposed to meet up hours ago. You know, to report intel?”

“Mmm… I clearly changed my mind on when to do that.” Crow exhaled a deep sigh, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, as if trying to stave off the headache that was Ardwynn.

“Do you take anything seriously?!”

“I take plenty of things seriously. I take you seriously. I also take dancing seriously. Speaking of, that’s what you should be doing. With me,” Ardwynn purred as he leaned in, only to find Crow leaning back and away. With a defeated sigh, he stepped away from the Lightbearer, lifting his hands in defeat. “Fine, fine. No dancing for you.”

“Ardwynn. Report. Preferably somewhere I can hear myself think.”

“You’re being such a stick in the mud, birdie,” Ardwynn groaned. “One more dance. Then work. There’s this cutie over there and I-erk!” Mid-sentence, he found himself getting dragged towards the exit by Crow, with Glint trailing behind. He didn’t think a Ghost could look judgemental, but boy, somehow, Glint looked judgemental, shaking his shell. The cold Spring air greeted them outside as Crow finally let go of the man once he was satisfied with their distance from the door. Ardwynn rolled his shoulder, rubbing where he had been gripped moments ago. “Alright, alright, I get it. How about this: we hit up a liquor store, buy a bottle of something, and go find a nice quiet place to chat.” Crow sighed, but couldn’t deny that the idea was at least a little enticing. It was combining relaxation and actually getting some information out of Ardwynn. It wasn’t a half bad idea. It was just a shame that it took the effort it did to get him to come up with that idea in the first place.

“That sounds like a great idea. An idea you should’ve had a long time ago.”

“You’re still sour about me standing you up? You’ve gotta relax.” Ardwynn sauntered past Crow. The Hunter followed.

“This has less to do with needing to ‘relax’ and more to do with you wasting my time. Which you do, frequently,” Crow chided.

“He does have a point. You’re not exactly reliable,” Glint chimed in. Ardwynn waved a hand dismissively.

“Yes, yes, local immortal god complains about time-wasting.”

“I’m not a god.”

“Nah, you’re just a guy that can’t die and can shoot lightning from his fingers. Bzzt.” Crow couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious, though. I just find it funny that the guy that has all the time in the world is chastising the guy who is just trying to live like he might die tomorrow.”

“There’s a difference between living your life to the fullest and shirking responsibilities,” Crow replied dryly. Ardwynn paused in front of the liquor store.

“Hmmm, minor detail,” he proclaimed before turning and heading in. They both easily agreed on a nice wine to share upon Glint’s suggestion. He was a little too afraid of Ardwynn trying to get Crow drunk and into some sort of shenanigans. A single bottle of wine to split seemed safe enough. As they exited, Ardwynn pointed at one of the nearby buildings. “What about the roof of that building?”

Crow craned his head to look up at the building. It was a tall one, for sure. “Seems like quite a climb.” Ardwynn shrugged, waving a hand.

“Nah, service elevator. Just take that.” Crow turned his head to shift attention to Ardwynn, cocking up an eyebrow.

“Service elevator, huh?”

“Yeaaaaaah. Follow me.” They slipped inside the building, albeit illicitly. Sure enough, he led them straight to a service elevator. “See? Service elevator.”

“I take it you’ve been here before?” Calling it down, they stepped in. Ardwynn shook his head.

“No, but it’s similar to a different building I’ve been in. A lot of these buildings are built the same. Saves time. Don’t reinvent the wheel and all that.” Crow leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And just what were you doing in this other building?” A sly grin spread across Ardwynn’s face, stretching the scar that split his mouth.

“I’m a thief, Crow. What do you think I was doing?” Crow chuckled to himself, shaking his head. That’s what he was expecting.

“You do know that as soon as this little arrangement with The Vanguard is over, you’ll be a wanted man again.”

“I’m always wanted,” Ardwynn purred with a shimmy. Laughter bubbled out of Crow, and he shook his head once more.

“You know damn well that isn’t what I meant.”

“Bah. I didn’t give a shit before, so I don’t see why I would now. Besides, the only ones that pose a threat to me are you Guardian types, and you have far better things to do than chase little ol’ me or my gang down.”

“Provided you keep your sticky fingers out of The Vanguard vaults,” Crow pointed out. Ardwynn hummed softly in thought, considering the notion of no longer braving the many ways to sneak up to the area where the Guardians frequented. To their vaults and gunsmith (who was pitifully easy to steal from). It was always a rush being up there for something other than business. A wistful sigh escaped him.

“Oh, but it’s so much fun stealing from you guys. The danger is half the allure.” The elevator squeaked to a halt as Crow rolled his eyes at Ardwynn. Truth be told, Ardwynn rarely took anything of particular value from the “Tower”. He had little interest in truly earning the ire of demigods. Still, the rush of plucking away little things, that was there. A few tools from that spicy blonde shipwright in the Hangar, a pen from Commander Zavala’s office, a gun (albeit broken) from that flighty Exo’s workbench… 

They were all fun little thrills.

With a sweeping gesture, Ardwynn motioned ahead of him to Crow. “After you.” Crow took a fleeting moment to eye Ardwynn, making sure he wasn’t about to pluck anything off his person as he passed, before heading for the stair that he assumed led to the roof. For once, Ardwynn kept his hands to himself, following behind. Once on the roof, he threw out his arms, twirling about. “God, there’s something about the air up high that feels great.” Crow found a spot along the edge to take up residence, leaning upon the railing that rimmed the rooftop.

“The breeze is nice up here. Got a great view of the sky, too.” Ardwynn strolled up next to Crow, pulling the wine out of the bag and holding it out to him.

“And it’s nice and quiet, just like you requested. Bet you could hear my thoughts at this rate, not just yours.” Crow snorted, snatching the bottle and beginning to fiddle with unscrewing the lid. Contrary to Ardwynn’s desire to “show Crow a trick” with a corked bottle, he had the foresight to get a screw top bottle instead.

“I’m not sure if I want to hear your thoughts. They’re probably something lewd.” With an indignant gasp, one of Ardwynn’s hands flew to his chest.

“I have only the cleanest, most pure of minds! My thoughts are as pure as the driven snow!” Crow affixed a deadpan look upon Ardwynn.

“Right. So pure,” he dryly responded before taking a swig of the wine. It wasn’t bad. Rich bodied, fruity, perhaps even a little sweet. It’d make for a nice way to end the evening, assuming Ardwynn didn’t pull him into any shenanigans after this.

“Well, maybe not in your presence, you handsome devil you. Tempting me.” With a roll of his eyes, Crow held out the bottle to Ardwynn.

“Oh, I’m sure your innocence left the building a long time ago. Now, focus. Intel, Ardwynn. That’s why we’re here.” Ardwynn took the offered bottle with a mournful sigh.

“I mourn the loss of my innocence every day.” His swig of wine was followed up with a whistle. “Oh this is good. Anyway, intel, yeah, so… I don’t have a lot of that right now. My people have been quiet.” At the exasperated look he began to earn from Crow, he quickly added, “Look, if Lysander or his Concordat goons do anything, The Vanguard will be the first to know. It just turns out that they’re not all brain-dead. You guys focus on the weird shit off world, I’ll keep my ears to the ground.”

“You could’ve told me instead of making me have to hunt you down.” Ardwynn threw his hands up.

“Look, I’ll admit it, the check-in slipped my mind! Won’t happen again. Promise.” Crow’s lips formed a grim, unimpressed line on his face.

“Right. Why do I have a feeling you won’t be keeping that promise?”

Holding out the wine as if in truce, Ardwynn also offered a smile, “Come on, have I ever let you down?” A thought occurred to him as he quickly cut in with, “Don’t answer that.”

“Uh-huh, exactly,” Crow quipped as he took the bottle. He gave the wine a good swirl in the bottle, eyeing it. “Well, we’ve got plenty of wine left, and that took a lot less time than I was expecting, so…” He trailed off, lifting his gaze to Ardwynn. “If you don’t mind me asking, how’d you get that scar on your face, anyway? I’ve always wondered.” Ardwynn blinked, lifting a hand to the scar that ran from his chin, across his mouth, and up to his right cheek.

“This bad boy? Ah, man, I got this a long time ago. You know those arc spears some Eliksni have?” It didn’t take much for Crow to connect the dots together. He winced.

“Ouch! That couldn’t have been pleasant.”

“Oh, it hurt like hell, rest assured. Heh, I remember it so vividly I think because of how much it hurt. It was me against a pack of ‘em. I think it was a scouting party or scavengers or something. Doesn’t matter. I was with my own scouting party, and we were cornered. I took the pack of ‘em on, so my buddies could escape. Someone needed to get back and warn the caravan. So yeah, I ran out and picked a loud fight with all, like, ten of them. I took some of them down, but I ended up having to run. Somehow, I lost them, joined back up with the caravan in the evening. The rest was history.” Crow nodded.

“That’s quite the story. Doesn’t sound very thiefy.”

“Oh, no, this was… this was way before all this. Dark Ages. Some shitty times back then.” Both of Crow’s brows shot up, surprised to hear mention of the Dark Ages.

“I didn’t realize you were around back then. Just how old are you?” He asked, passing the wine bottle back to Ardwynn. With a crooked grin, Ardwynn took the bottle.

“What? My dashing youthful looks throw you off?”

“Ha! More like your attitude.” Ardwynn conceded that point, lifting the bottle in agreement.

“Fair. Then again, I feel like with us Awoken, the older we get, the dumber we get. I think it’s the curse of never actually getting old. I have all of one wrinkle. Hell, look at you! You’re ancient, and you barely look older than me. Barely!”

“I don’t look old!” Crow scoffed. Ardwynn grinned and drank his swig of wine.

“I said barely, you touchy bastard. Anyway,” he paused, looking down and lifting his shirt. “What other scars I got that have stories. Oh yeah, there’s that one there. Got stabbed by a Dreg. And that one’s from getting shot while raiding The Reef. I didn’t even see it coming! I just turned and WHAM, I got nailed in the chest.” Crow smiled softly, listening to Ardwynn recount his scars. Most of them were on his chest, including two bullet hole scars that were dangerously close to his heart.

“You’re a very lucky man. What about the scars on your arms?” He asked, idly reaching out to take back the wine bottle. Ardwynn rubbed one of the small scars on his forearm after handing the bottle back.

“Oh, these are old. Got ‘em way back when, when I was a teenager. I can’t even really remember how I got them. I think I reached into something I shouldn’t have.” Crow chuckled into the bottle as he took a swig.

“Mm, alright, last question. What about that giant burn scar on your back?” Ardwynn’s smile faltered at the question. Crow could feel that he’d finally stepped into the territory of asking something he shouldn’t have. He wasn’t sure that territory even existed with Ardwynn, but the tension that suddenly settled into the air made it clear he’d asked the wrong question. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Ardwynn’s smile was stiff, forced, as he waved a hand.

“It’s fine. I just… It’ll be a bit of a buzz kill. I’ll tell you if you really want to know.” An awkward silence settled over them, broken only by Crow as he held the bottle out to Ardwynn.

“Only if you want to, Ardwynn.” His amber eyes settled on the bottle long before he took it, with silence settling over them again, except the pensive thunk thunk thunk of Ardwynn’s fingers tapping the bottle.

“It was… during the Dark Ages, again. It was after this scar on my face.” His eyes remained on the bottle in his hands as he spoke, a far away look clouding their usual fire. “I was on patrol with my best friend, Yulia. We were just making sure the road was safe before we escorted the refugees the rest of the way to the town we were headed towards. Ran into some bandits. We took care of his goons easily enough and with enough of a fight, we took him down, too. But we didn’t really realize you Lightbearers could come back to life.” Crow’s eyes widened as he listened, slowly realizing what caused the large burn on Ardwynn’s back. “He popped up, ready and kicking. My friend was screaming, burning to death before I realized what had happened. I was next. That pain was… I don’t think I have anything to really compare it to. I survived only by the sheer luck of another Lightbearer coming along and putting him in the ground. I don’t honestly really remember much of what came afterwards. I somehow managed to direct the woman to the refugees in the haze. Looking back, she was probably one of those Iron Lords. Not that it matters much now.”

“I’m sorry to hear what happened. You’re… extremely lucky to have survived.” 

Ardwynn’s eyes snapped up to Crow as he quipped, “Am I?” He lifted hand. “Don’t… don’t answer that.” 

An uneasy silence settled over them for a few moments. 

Ardwynn cracked another stiff smile. “See what I mean? Buzz kill.” He forced a little laugh before burying his words with a deep swig of wine. 

“Why did you tell me? You could’ve just dodged the question.” Crow asked, his voice gentle. Ardwynn lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

“I don’t know. Felt like it. You’re… the first person I’ve told that story to in a while. Normally, I just make shit up on the spot. You’re definitely not the first to ask about it. You probably won’t be the last, either,” he replied, downing another swig of wine. Crow reached out to gently pry the bottle away from Ardwynn. He found no resistance from him.

“Well, thank you for sharing, none-the-less. I’m glad you survived.” Ardwynn nodded, turning his eyes elsewhere. It was gently written all over him, a certain degree of quiet regret. Not for sharing the story, but for times long since past. Crow eyed him, then turned his attention to the bottle. Taking a swig, he decided to pull the attention back to himself. “You’ve shared plenty about yourself, so I guess it’s my turn. I’ve got a few scars of my own. Let’s see, there’s this one. I think I got it from —”

“An Eliksni. They slashed a gash in your neck when you — Uldren — first came here to Earth. It was his first encounter with them.” Crow straightened, his dark brows knitting together.

“How… did you know that?”

“I was there when he got back to the ship. Had a bunch of gel shoved up against the wound, grinning like an idiot. It was inspiring and… honestly? Kinda hot.” Crow snickered softly and shook his head.

“Of course you’d find it ‘hot’. I’m kind of surprised, though… I didn’t realize you came with us here.”

“Us? Which is it? Are you or aren’t you Uldren?” Ardwynn asked with an arched brow. Crow waved a hand with a sigh.

“It’s complicated.”

“Right. Sounds like it. But yes, I did come with the whole gang here to this system. I still vaguely remember the whole riot, too, where a bunch of us were just like ‘fuck you! We’re doing this!’ and came here to Earth.” A grin stretched across his lips once again as he shook his head, a wistful look filling his eyes. “I remember how surprised the humans we came across were. Some of them really didn’t know what to make of us. Hell, in one town, we were a damn spectacle. Almost the whole damn town crowded into the bar to ask us five million questions. The owner of the bar had to finally kick them all out. Ah, she was something else. Gorgeous long auburn hair and an amazing rack.”

Crow coughed on a swig of wine at “amazing rack”, rolling his eyes. “Yes, of course that’s the part you remember about this woman. Good to know you were shameless even back then.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I appreciated the whole woman back then. Multiple times. I might’ve also married her,” Ardwynn replied, wagging a finger at Crow. A shocked, incredulous look came over Crow’s face.

“You? Married? I find that hard to believe.” 

“What? Surprised one woman got to have all this to herself? It’s true,” Ardwynn all but almost purred while reaching out to take back the bottle of wine, only to be gently denied by Crow. The Hunter didn’t know how much he’d already had to drink at the nightclub, and now he’d had close to half the bottle… Better to cut him off now as opposed to dealing with him drunk later. Meanwhile, a question crawled onto the tip of Crow’s tongue, lingering, waiting to be said.

What happened to her?

He beat it back, knowing it wasn’t an appropriate question to ask, not after Ardwynn had transitioned back to being in better spirits.

After a pause, Crow spoke, “Right, anyway, you already know about the scar on my neck then. Let’s see, there is this one on my side that I think is from —”

“Natural causes,” Ardwynn softly interrupted. It struck Crow suddenly, causing him to pause once more, blinking up at Ardwynn.

“What?”

“You were going to ask what happened to her, right? Makes sense to ask, since I’m standing here, an eligible bachelor again. Natural causes. She got old, got sick, passed away.” To Crow’s surprise, Ardwynn seemed unfazed by the topic. He wasn’t sure if he was masking his emotions or if the wound was simply long since healed. Regardless, he bowed his head.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You’re… you’re right, I did wonder, a bit. I guess it’s silly, though. Unless she was an Exo, there’d be no way for her to still be alive.”

“Humans have very short lives compared to us. Time ticks on along, whether we want it to or not. Just how it is. Well, for some of us, anyway. Now that you’ve got the Light, the clock’s stopped for you.” Crow leaned back against the railing, the breeze rustling his hair as he polished off the wine (much to Ardwynn’s dismay).

“You’re not wrong. I try not to think about it too hard. As long as I can make a difference, it doesn’t really matter, I suppose.” It wasn’t something he’d considered at length. He’d never really had the time to.

“A fair and valid point,” Ardwynn conceded, looking out over the edge at the City streets below. “Hell, we were supposed to be shooting the shit, not getting heavy. Stories! Yes, stories. I interrupted you earlier. Your scar on your side, what’s it from?” Crow perked, smiling a bit before turning his eyes downwards to his side.

“Oh, yeah, I was, wasn’t I? I think an Eliksni got me there, too. I got a lot of dings from fighting them, back in the day. Turns out it’s actually pretty tricky dodging an extra set of arms.” Laughter burst from Ardwynn, and he tapped the scar on his face.

“Tell me about it. You know, I got this gnarly scar on my thigh from when I got bit by one of those Cabal warbeasts. Wanna see it?” He leaned in with an ear to ear grin and a certain degree of mischief sparkling in his eyes. Oh, he was offering more than just a peek at the grisly bite scar. Crow smirked, eyeing Ardwynn. The subtext wasn’t entirely lost on him, but…

“I’d rather just hear the story behind it, if it’s all the same to you.” 

Ardwynn pouted briefly, before replying with a dejected, “Fine, fine. Well, how it happened was we were doing our first ever heist on that one base out in the EDZ. We fucked up. I was covering for someone else so that they could escape, but luck would have it that my attempt to dodge out of the way of the little beastie’s jaws failed. Luckily, I had a gun on me, so before it could do too much damage, bang! Shot it dead at point-blank. Still laid me up for a few days afterwards. That part sucked.” Crow chuckled softly.

“For a thief, you get yourself into a lot of trouble,” he playfully chided, still chuckling. Ardwynn shrugged, reaching out to run his fingers over the leather scales of Crow’s armor.

“Trouble’s so damn alluring, though.” He lifted his gaze to meet Crow’s, a hand still running along the scales. “You know, there’s a nice breeze up here, a gorgeous few of the stars… We could just… bar the door and have a little fun. End the night on a real high note. Pun not intended.” Crow gently took hold of the wandering hand with a small sigh, pushing it away.

“The answer’s still no, Ardwynn. I’m not interested right now, and, more importantly, you’re questionably drunk.” Ardwynn held his hands up in declared defeat, sighing sadly.

“Alright, alright. Can’t say I didn’t try.” He turned to lean fully on the railing, looking out once more at the City streets far below. “Well, I’m fresh out of scar stories to tell. Unless you’ve got more to share, birdie.” Crow mimicked Ardwynn, also leaning on the railing.

“Nothing else that I can remember. Not saying I don’t have scars, I just don’t exactly remember how I got all of them.”

“So the great storyteller is out of stories to tell?” Crow wagged a finger, a slow smile coming to his lips.

“I never said that. I just don’t have any more stories about my scars. Not like you, anyway.” He turned to regard Ardwynn with an arched brow. “And what about you? I doubt you’re out of stories. What about your exploits? Surely there’s something interesting about your past heists.”

“Mm, only if you tell me stories of your adventures. Being a Guardian must be quite the wild ride.”

“It’s certainly something. You first.”

“Oh, fine. So, there was this one time we went on a hit of the Tex Mechanica foundry…”

And so, they went well into the night, swapping stories and enjoying the stars above them.

[webbedphantom]

"Hmmm..."

He kept staring at the blue substance. What kind of creature bleeds blue?? He'd certainly never heard of such a thing, though that wasn't exactly saying much. Even then, it was clear that whatever it was, it definitely wasn't human.

"It can't be a shadow either. Shadows tend to bleed black, if I remember correctly."

Not that that scenario was at all possible, at least he didn't think it was. But what he really meant was that this thing was unlike anything they'd ever come across... assuming that it's actually blood. Could be anything as far as they knew.

"Hold on-"

He felt around in his pockets, before pulling out a small plastic bag.

"Had a feeling these would come in handy one day."

He crouched down on the floor and attempted to scoop some of the substance into the bag, eventually snagging a loose brick with a webline to help guide it in, without actually touching it.

Once he had, he summoned his costume and put the bag into one of its pockets for safe keeping.

"There. Now once we get out of here, we can analyze this stuff."

... and how exactly do you plan to do that? You're not exactly a forensic scientist. You're barely even passing chemistry-

"Eh, they do it all the time in detective shows. How hard could it be?"

Aaron, just because something works on TV doesn't mean it works in real life!

"Oh, it'll be fine. We'll figure out. There's probably... YouTube tutorials or something we can watch."

... YouTube tutorials? That's your plan? Just... learn forensics overnight from the Internet?

"... Well, that's not my entire plan-"

You are an absolute moron.

"Oh, shut up-"

He looked around the area a bit more, trying to find any trace of what could've broken out.

No luck so far-

"Best to assume it's still around until we can prove otherwise. Keep your guard up."

If it was still here, it wasn't a good idea to take it head on. Sure, he could probably handle it, but outside of the Metaverse Makoto was just a regular person. A regular person with a black belt in aikido, but that probably wouldn't help against something that could break down a steel door.

Although... that did give him an idea-

He pulled out his phone, opening up the MetaNav and putting in a certain keyword, an action he'd done so many times, it'd become routine.

The keyword being: Mementos.

He wasn't planning on going in just yet, he was just checking a theory-

"Result Found."

"Yes!!" He shouted, pumping his fist in excitement. "I totally called it!!"

... called what?

"We're still in range of Mementos."

Meaning?

"Meaning that if we find our monster, all we have to do is hit the Nav, pulling it into the Metaverse, and suddenly bing-bang-boom, Queen is on the scene!"

... isn't the Nav a bit short range for that? You'd have to activate it right in its face.

"Well... yeah, but-"

You think that makes it more fun, don't you?

"... Yeah, I won't lie. That sounds awesome."

You're hopeless.

"Oh, don't be such a killjoy. How often do we get to fight an actual monster??"

Every single time you enter Mementos-

"Those are shadows, that doesn't count."

No no, those definitely do count.

"Says who??"

The dictionary.

... well, he had him there.

"... Whatever. Either way, if we end up fighting it, pulling it into the Metaverse gives us a better chance of taking that thing down."

I suppose... Though it's still rather reckless for my liking.

"Yeah, well if you've got a better idea, I'd love to hear it."

... I'll get back to you on that.

"Uh huh- Well, in the meantime I think it's time we checked the other side of this warehouse. Given how dark it is over there, I'd bet that's where it's hiding."

"Monsters love to hang around in dark places. That's like... their thing."

Makoto decided to just put all her focus into searching for clues in a way to distract herself from the creepy atmosphere around them and to hopefully find some clues as quickly as possible so they could get out of there. Things were never normal these days but a part of her enjoyed that almost now that she was done being used by everyone and anyone.

She didn't have too much luck with the only major find being some firearms. So, it was clear there was definitely something bad going on here but it could be anything from gun smuggling to god knows what. It wasn't until she heard him speak up that she turned and stepped around the corner to lay eyes on what he'd discovered.

"So, whoever these people were, clearly had brought something in here with the intention to do... something with whatever it was they had but it managed to escape... but what escaped is the question..." Makoto frowned as she crouched down near some of the strange ink-like substance and poked at it with a nearby brick.

It was almost liquidy in consistency like some form of ooze but what bled something like this? "Another question we need to ask is whether whatever escaped from these people is still here or not..."

[havoc-bloom]

I'm requesting again hi: Could you write headcanons for Eclair, Almond, and another cookie of your choice for a partner that has cold hands all the time?

Sure thing, friend! For my 3rd cookie I'll be doing Licorice, bc I love him :]

CRK HC's For A Partner With Cold Hands

Éclair Cookie

- He's honestly kinda terrified of your hands lol, they're so cold all the time!

- He will still hold them n' try to warm you up though

- Often calls you a "walking corpse" because your always so cold

- In the winter, he'll set up the fireplace so you can keep yourself warm, ESPECIALLY your hands

- "Sit by the fire love, your hands are cold as ever and this weather isn't helping!"

- I promise he means well :')

- Best way to mess with him is just- touch the back of his neck after sneaking up behind him. Works every time >:D

- "baAAGH-! Hey! Don't scare me like that! You know your hands are freezing! >:("

- Gloves are his savior

- Will force you to wear the warmest mittens he can find during the colder months, doesn't want you getting frostbitten after all :]

- Just tryna make your hands warm for once, not that he doesn't enjoy holding your hands when they're cold and just being around you in general which makes him super happy inside- nOT THAT IT MAtTERS OF COURSE... b u t.

Almond Cookie

- Legit does not care

- Honestly his hands are super cold too

- Cold Hand Buddies(TM)

- Eventually you gotta ask him; how does he not notice how cold your hands are? Everyone usually comments about it, why not him?

- "Eh, my hands are cold too, doll. I'd be more shocked if your hands were warm."

- You can't do the "touch-him-with-cold-hands-then-run" prank with him, he's immune

- "...What? Was that supposed to scare me?"

- However, if that trick does get you, prepare for him to mess with you whenever he gets the chance

- Cold days are spent following him while he tracks down his cases, heat packet in one hand and his hand in the other.

- Speaking of heat packets, you sometimes hold hands to share the warmth of a single heat packet.

- Then when someone's like "Aww, they're holding hands!" you let go and reveal ✨the heat packet you were sharing✨

- Together, you are the unstoppable force of cold hands :]

Licorice Cookie

- His hands are frigid, but the moment someone else has cold hands?

- HE FUCKIN RECOILS

- "H-How are your hands so cold? Are you alright? Do you need medical attention!?!!?"

- No, Licorice, they just have cold hands

- TEASE. THE FUCK. OUT OF HIM.

- The "cold-hands-neck-touch" trick works WONDERS on this lovely little necromancer

- He screams like a small child lol

- "aaAAAA-! [Y/N]! Do NOT scare me like that please!"

- Basically shoves a heat packet in your hands at any given moment, only to be met with one himself

- "Oh, I don't need a heat pack! My hands are perfectly fine!"

- DOES NOT KNOW HIS HANDS ARE COLD. YOU'LL HAVE TO TELL HIM HIS HANDS ARE COLD.

- ...Maybe after that he might sit next to the fireplace with you, curled up in a blanket, his hand in yours <3

~end~

This was so fun to write! Thx for requesting again, Anon! <3

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

[dragondemoness]

Byakuya and Toko with a male! Ultimate Movie Star S/O who's like hiyoko?

Sure! When you say 'like Hiyoko', do you mean in terms of being short, or just being bratty? Eh whatever I'll just do both. Enjoy!

Byakuya and Toko x Bratty Male!Ultimate Movie Star S/O

Byakuya Togami

Despite being a brat himself, Byakuya literally cannot stand you

He mocks you for being short

He insults your acting and your movies even though he secretly kinda likes it

And he hates you for calling him out on his bullshit

To him, you're just an asshole

But he has to admit, he does enjoy your movies

He loves seeing you portray a completely different persona than your usual bratty, downright childish one

Then he wonders what your true colors really are

Begins spying on you and watching you as you go about your day

Now I'm imagining if he were like Makoto in Persona 5 and he just followed you around with a book or newspaper🤣

Then feelings started to surface

Tries his best to deny it

You're a guy, he's not supposed to be having these feelings toward you

His father definitely wouldn't like it

But he just can't stop thinking about you

And he figures out that if he stops acting like an asshole, you stop acting an asshole

So as long as both of you tone down the brattiness, you could make it work!

With that, he asks you out

Takes him a while, but he does

You're surprised, but agree

You guys are still kinda bratty sometimes

You're literally like an old married couple

Byakuya loves you, but sometimes, he really wishes you'd shut up

Dont worry Byakuya, the feeling's mutual😋

He still gives you shit for being short

But this time, it's out of love

And you give him shit for his long ass legs

And whenever you call him out for being a jerk, he gets agitated and it causes arguments

But you always work it out in the end

Gives you tips and ideas on your acting

Sometimes you guys team up and go off on other people

Asshole Power Couple for the win!

Toko Fukawa

(I'm sorry if this part sucks, but I have literally zero idea on how this relationship would start-)

Tsundere vibes-

Like Byakuya, she hates your guts

Even though she isn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around either

She enjoys your movies, but that's pretty much it

Also mocks you for being short

You fire back with the fact that she smells

She gets offended and storms off

Same routine the next day

As for Genocider, she actually finds you quite entertaining

She would even consider killing you~

Wait-

Killing you?

But she only kills guys she finds cute right??

Oh no, does this mean Toko's developing feelings???

They do share emotions after all (I think at least)

Toko is not happy about this

She thought she hated you! Why the hell is she getting all blushy around you??

You was wrong Toko-

You can see the signs, but she denies it

Eventually, you just ask her out

Takes a while, but she eventually agrees

Like with Byakuya, you guys are an old married couple sometimes

You guys tend to argue quite a bit, because you're both stubborn and a lil bit bitchy

But you always get them resolved in the end

Genocider is a lot easier to get along with honestly

She's not super bratty, so you tend to let loose around her

Both of them enjoy your movies, or whatever movies you're in

And you enjoy her books as well

Even if you guys are difficult, there is still love in your relationship

Toko wouldn't ask for a better partner than you

But you guys really should tone down the brattiness