#emme's realizations

[emmemmelyn]

The moment you decide to have what you desire it is done. Truly.

Deciding means being 110% sure of what you want and not taking no for an answer.

You are so set on your decision that nothing bothers you. You are not bothered by anything and everything that "goes against" your desire.

This is when you know you are living in the end without a single doubt. Because it is done and you know that it is done.

[chiisanajimi]

baby chrobin feh banner got me thinking about this arranged marriage au i made years ago and never wrote

(if it's not clear, f!chrobin are publicly betrothed and they are good friends but m!chrobin is the endgame ship)

[chai-en-kaadhale]

utena and i saw the tv glow utena and i saw the tv glow utena and i saw the tv glow "escape with me and stop repressing yourself" and anthy and isabel being entirely self aware of their predicaments and not moving from their positions but rather being complacent, worn out by their surroundings and the fake realities twisting around everyone's truth and identities and the memories that were lost from other timelines/realities and the fact that theyre kids and the "end of the world" being the guy who wants to keep everyone trapped in ohtori just like mr. melancholy and desperately, desperately needing escape andand andnd andndgbgngnnd

you know what if utenanthy could escape then isabel WILL bury herself one day trust (delusion)

[bassuwun]

The downside of watching wicked is now every two minutes I have to bust out with the GOODNESS KNOWS

[ectonurites]

remember a week or two ago when i remembered i could just make gifs out of videos of me and my friends. i forgot to post these ones

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 4 : Sweet reward

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

Previous chapter

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, dom reader, bottom reader, sub yandere, collar, leash, praise kink, pet play, teasing, porn with plot, raw sex, yandere behavior and reader is horny too

Word count: Over 3K

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It was late in the evening. You entered your apartment with hunched shoulders under the weight of your bag. As you threw it on the ground, relief coursed through your whole body.  Suddenly, a familiar voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Welcome home master!” Jacce said enthusiastically while appearing in your field of view. He was wearing a stereotypical cooking apron. The ones with “kiss the cook” written on it and heart-shaped pockets on both sides. If you weren’t so irritated by the appellation he just gave you, you would’ve remembered that you didn’t own any aprons like that.

“I already told you to stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes, “well not in an everyday setting.” 

It had been a week since you accepted to make him your pet, as he liked to call it. You still weren’t used to having someone else living with you, especially someone like him. TYou were aware that this guy did bad things, yet you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for Jacce. After all, he was really keen on the whole, “I only want to serve you” attitude. Besides, there was no reason to deny that it wasn’t what motivated you to take him in. The noises he made the first time you touched him were all you ever dreamed of in a man. So you definitely weren't regretting your decision.

At least for now.

“Sorry! I won’t do it again m— emm supper is ready!” He left the hall in a hurry, waiting for you to follow him. It did smell rather nice, and you were not against having something warm to eat. Jacce’s cooking was one thing you got around pretty quickly since the start of his stay. Gone are the days of eating ramens because you were too tired or busy to make anything complex. You entered the kitchen to see a mouth watering meal on the table. Next to it was Jacce standing proudly, his hands behind his back.

“Are you happy?” he asked with the sole purpose of receiving your praise. 

You ignore if it’s because you found his mannerism cute or you were influenced by the fact that he called himself “puppy” on multiple occasions, but you walked closer to him and stroked his hair as a sign of appreciation. 

“Yes! You did an amazing job.” 

To your surprise Jacce made a loud moan from your touch, his mouth slightly open and his tongue now sticking out. You completely froze in response, and it felt like your brain did too. When he realized that you had stopped petting him, his mouth closed quickly and his face turned bright red, this time in embarrassment. 

For a moment, an awkward silence had fallen between the two of you. 

“Did you just…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, that Jacce was already babbling what seemed like an apology. He backed away as well, letting your hand drop. He seemed so scared that you would change your mind and kick him out now. You could see imaginary dog ears falling to the side of his head as he looked at you with teary eyes.

He really is like a puppy. 

“Jacce it’s fine! I was just… taken by surprise!” You tried to reassure him, “you have to admit that your reaction wasn’t very typical.” You waved your hands in the air to somewhat back up your point. He seemed a little bit reassured, but still had doubts. 

“You don’t… think I’m weird now do you?” Jacce whispered while playing with his hands anxiously. 

If anything makes you weird it’s definitely not this, was your instant thought, but you obviously didn’t share that with him. You did love the way he responded to such an innocent touch. It made your stomach feel funny.

“No, I don’t think you’re weird.” You took a step forward, “now what about we sit down to eat this delicious meal you made and… maybe I will reward you for it after.” You spoke that last part close to his left ear, a grin spreading on your lips. 

To claim that this man sat down at the speed of light would be an understatement. You didn’t even have time to compliment his cuisine that he had choked down half of his plate. After five minutes, only because you asked him to slow down, he had finished eating and was on his way to do the dishes. You, on the other hand, were enjoying every piece of the meal. The temptation to lick it clean was almost unbearable. It was a pleasant surprise when you discovered that he was this skilled the first time he cooked for you. It's a bit mean to admit it, but based on his personality and appearance, you assumed he was the type of guy to only eat microwaved food. In a way you weren’t really in a position to judge knowing your own habits.

Maybe it explains why he worked at that coffee shop. You continued to theorize to yourself how this raccoon man could put this much effort into cooking. But while lost in thoughts, you didn’t notice the figure currently kneeling down at your feet. 

“Are you finished yet? I… I want my reward.” Jacce whined, while looking up at you and hesitantly clang to your leg. He was moving his thigh together while letting out small moans, certainly trying to get some friction out of it. So you decided to tease him a little. 

“I am, but my plate needs to be washed first.” You declare while avoiding his gaze. You could hear him whimper as a result, yet he quickly got up and bolted off to take care of it. 

By the time he came back the lavender apron had been thrown to the ground, giving you a complete view of his depraved state. The outline of his erection was clearly visible and a wet spot stained the front of his jeans. For how long was he leaking pre-cum for it to be this bad?! Or did he already finish with just the petting from earlier?

Jacce didn’t kneel back down, however his hunched posture still gave him a vulnerable look. As you got up, you swore you saw his bulge twitch despite the layers of clothing. You grab one of his hands and lead him to the bedroom. His head was hanging low while he followed you, almost timidly, which was a huge contrast from his previous perverted and shameless behaviours. Once you arrived, you sat on the bed and took a good look at him. Jacce was wearing his forest green turtleneck, as he often did at the coffee shop. Suddenly, it reminded you of something and this idea filled you with delight.

“Tell me puppy, have you been wearing your collar under your turtleneck?” You asked with an innocent voice. He shivered at the question, his cock leaking a little bit. He really hoped this was going into the direction he had fantasized about for months. 

“Yes… I have been wearing it all day, I… I just wanted to show that I’m yours” He pulled his turtleneck down, putting  his red collar on display.  

“Do you have a leash to go with it?” 

When Jacce had arrived at your place, he’d only brought a few bags with him. You didn’t go through all of them, but you were convinced there was one in there. You were right to think so, since he seemed to perk up even more at your question. You didn’t even have to ask him to go get it, since he walked directly to a big backpack, as if the man knew perfectly in which one it was. Jacce ended up pulling out a medium size leash and clipped it to the D-ring of his collar. 

“I’m ready… Can I choose my reward ?”

“Of course, we will do what makes you the most happy.”

“Then I… I want to show how much of a devoted doggy I am for you.” 

You instantly knew what he meant by that. It was only a matter of time since his evident inclination for petplay surfaced, and you were surprised he didn't really make any attempt before this moment. Jacce slowly unzipped his jeans, giving you glances in case you stopped him, but you let him fully uncover his lower half. Finally free from his boxers, Jacce's swollen cock throbbed in the air and dripped precum onto the hardwood floor. You held in a laugh seeing it swing as he got closer to you.

“You need to take your pants off too.” He whined, losing his patience and only wanting to relieve himself from this semi torture. You decided not to tease him further, undressing automatically. You were convinced that if you had taken your time, he would have started crying… which you wouldn’t really mind when you thought about it. 

At last, Jacce could see for himself how turned on you were. He was drooling at the sight.

“Y-You look so good.” He lowered himself to admire it up close, the head of his cock almost touching your leg. You took the chance to grab the leash, making Jacce moan and hump your tight. You pull yourself away, but as you were still holding on, he stumbled onto the bed. The second he noticed you positioning yourself on all four onto the bed, raising your ass in front of him, he immediately stopped whining from the lack of stimulation. 

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I-I promises to make you feel so good.”

Jacce positioned himself behind you, his hands trembling on your back in anticipation. Jacce bit down his lip, ecstatic that he could pleasure you like you deserved. He slid one finger inside of you, making sure you were prepared for him. The last thing he desired was to hurt you in the process. Then he steadily moved his finger in and out, hadding a second, then a third soon after .

When he felt it was stretched enough around his finger he asked. “Please can I fuck you now? Pleaseeee master?” 

You didn’t correct him for calling you that honorific this time. You had to admit that it was kinda cute, just not in front of other people or in your day-to-day life. Your friends or family didn’t need to know about the dirty things going on between you and Jacce. 

“Yes puppy, you can.” You swayed your butt in an inviting way as you felt the tip of his cock brush against you. 

Your breath hitch has the head got shoved in your entrance, however a muffled whimper coming from Jacce overshadowed it. You expected him to thrust deeper, yet he wasn’t moving an inch anymore. You turned your head back a little and tugged at the leash to get an explanation out of him. 

“You feel s–so warm around my mmhg… I need to take my time or I’ll–I’ll…” Jacce swallowed hard and massaged your hips gently has a form of apology. You wanted to move onto him so badly, to hear all the pretty sounds he’d make, but you restrained yourself. This was his reward after all, you needed to let him have a bit of fun. 

He inhaled shakily before sinking his shaft deeper. It took a moment before he was completely buried inside of you. Your warmth was, in one word, overwhelming. He took off his sweater turtleneck, tossing it aside, wanting to feel the cold air on his skin to compensate for the burning feeling spreading across his chest. You gawked at the sight of one of his pierced nipples. You never thought he could manage to look hotter and mentally noted that one day you needed to fuck him stupid while tugging at it. 

After five slow trust, Jacce started to increase his speed and soon enough he was pounding into you desperately. The room was only filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the depraved moans that Jacce was letting out next to your ears. Despite the fast movements, he was keeping you in place with his arms wrapped around your waist. He was maybe the one on top, but all the pathetic whines he made every time his dick slid back inside you and the collar around his neck, showed who was really in charge. 

He wasn’t the only one that was having a pleasurable experience, because despite Jacce having an average size length, you could really feel his thickness stretching your inner walls. Not to mention that his cock kept pulsating against it, hitting all the right spots. So you couldn’t help but let out a plenty of moans and praise for him as a result.

“You're doing it so well, such a good boy for me.” You turned your head to kiss him, which he happily obliged. He had been drooling so much that his lips were already wet when clashing against yours. Jacce kept making depraved noises while kissing in the most sloppy way possible.

You pulled back to get some air, leaving a chance for the mess of man to speak. 

“A-aahh… Puppy is g-good for you, only you.” He breathed out from the intense make out.

You pulled on his leash, causing him to let out a moan and lay even more on top of you. At this rate, he was grinding against your ass like a pathetic animal more than anything, his balls slapping against it rhythmically. Jacce only wished to stay deep inside of you as much as possible. You just felt so good around him, it would be a crime to pull out. 

“Can puppy Mngh-ph suck your neck? Please, p-please, please!”

It seemed like each word that came out of his mouth required a huge amount of effort and the same could have been said to you. You tried saying yes, but only a vague humming came out. Jacce took the occasion to murmur how grateful he was, before sucking and lapping at the nape of your neck. Suddenly, you gasped as you felt one of his hands sliding in your inner thigh to touch your sensitive parts. 

“Ahh Puppy loves hearing… h-how good he is for you.” He huffed while satisfying the heat between your legs. 

This was the last straw for your arms, your face hitting the mattress with a small thump. Your hands now resting on both sides of your head, one still strongly pulling the leash. Your mind slowly went into a haze as you let your mouth open and drool leak profusely onto the sheets. You didn’t even have enough energy to try and keep yourself still, instead letting your body move on it's own has the man bucked his hips into you. It was your turn to let out depraved noises, melting Jacce’s heart with adoration. 

“Nnnf p-please, let me hear y-you Aaah… more.” He panted, resting his chin on your shoulder. His right hand was still stimulating your intimate parts, pulling additional sounds from you. He could feel your walls tightening around his shaft, indicating you were getting close. 

“Please cum around puppy’s d-dumb dick, Nnngf… won’t finish… until you do.” He took a moment before adding, “that's the… only thing I w-want.”

You tightly shutted your eyes before letting out multiple moans while your insides grope around him one last time. His hand on your sex did not show any sign of stopping its administration, putting your brain on overdrive. Jacce mouvements became messy as well. It was impossible for him to hold his climax after feeling you release like that. 

“C-Can I cum inside master? Please Aaah–”

A wave of pleasure prevented him from finishing his pleas. You didn’t know if it was because of the thrill of the moment or because he had manage to fuck you silly, but you eagerly agreed. The second you nodded it's like you had activated something in him, because he cried out a pure sound of ecstasy, loads of cum shooting out of his cock. He trusted his hips a few times before gradually stopping. Jacce couldn’t talk anymore and was only panting hard behind you. Both of his hands went back on your stomach, one rubbing it in a soothing manner. His softened shaft pulled out on its own, leaving your gaping hole to drip out his cum. As you dropped the leash, Jacce rolled off of you and onto his side, bringing you with him. You were completely drained out of all energy, so you didn’t stop him. In this current position, his legs were wrapped around yours, trapping you. Even with the aftermath effects of the orgasm clouding both of your minds, you could nonetheless sense his gaze fixated on the back of your skull. Maybe he was waiting in case you complained about how he was holding you. But with no sign of disagreement his breath came back to a normal rhythm and the pressure of his eyes on you diminished, but not by much.

After regaining a bit of force, you turned and nudged him onto his back so you could rest your head on his chest. Which made Jacce’s cheek heats up and a small shudder traveled his body. We just had sex and he is still flustered by an action like this? You could hear his heartbeat grow faster under your ear, confirming your suspicions. You didn’t make a comment about it though. It would have only embarrassed him further and you were too tired for that. Also being intimate with him in such a way was definitely different. Not that it was a bad thing, on the contrary you really appreciated it. 

Then, you felt him gently trapping you between his arms and chest, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. No words were shared. Only enjoying each other's warm bodies and the tranquility of the night was enough. After a long time of cuddling, you finally tried to sit up by squirming out of his grasp, succeeding but only for Jacce to grab you by the waist. 

“I want to do it.” He mumbled with a sleepy voice, “let me take care of you.”

You chuckled, “I bet you can't even get out of bed.”

Jacce shook his head and tried to sit up like you did, only to rest his head on your shoulder. It took him a huge amount of effort to jump out of bed, still naked nonetheless, except for his collar and leash obviously. As you watched him leave, you layed back down and closed your eyes, relaxing to the distant sound of running water, slowly losing track of time. 

Soon enough you felt a presence looming over you.

“The bath is ready.” He whispered while caressing your arm. 

You rested yourself onto him as you walked out of the room. Since your eyelids were halfway closed, you couldn’t see how giddy Jacce was to do this with you. For him these “after care” moments were the ultimate proof that you really wanted him by your side. Why else would they want to cuddle or clean me? Either way, he knew for a fact that’s what he yearned to do with you.

The sensation of the cold tiles under your feet stimulated your brain enough to wake you up, but Jacce still made sure that you didn’t slip while entering the warm bath. Feeling the hot water wrap around you released all the tensions in your limbs. You let yourself sink to shoulder level, enjoying the sensation it was bringing you. The man waited for you to make some space for his tall figure before getting in as well. It was small for two people, forcing you to sit between his legs, your back resting on his chest. It was the first time you bathed together and he was thanking all the power of the universe that it made you two so close. Jacce started to run water over your body and rubbed his hands full of soap over your skin. He was cautious not to touch you inappropriately, asking you multiple times before cleaning your more private areas. He really was treating your body with utmost respect.  

“Did I do a good job?”

You nod, watching his hands go up and down your arm. 

“Let me do it next.”

After moving out of the tub to sit behind him, you started to do the same to Jacce, but every time you touched his skin small noises could be heard. You stretched your neck in an attempt to see his face. The flushed man noticed and seemed to feel even more guilty.

“I-I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable…” He mumbled, ashamed of being so responsive to you. He even grimaced as he recalled the similar reaction he had a few hours ago. 

“Didn’t I already tell you that it’s ok for you to react this way?” 

“Yay…” He looked down at the soiled water, “but I know that I can be a lot sometimes.” 

“I mean… having unusual reactions doesn't automatically make them bad, you know.” You stopped cleaning his shoulders to run your hands down his back, “it makes you stand out.”

You made sure there wasn’t any soap left on his back, before pressing your lips on it with a chaste kiss. Your actions and words shot directly to his dick. 

“You shouldn’t tease me like that…” He whined, flustered. 

Jacce was right. If you wanted to have a full night of sleep, working both of you up wasn’t the way to go. 

“I’m getting sleepy again.” You yawned, “we should go back to bed.” 

“You… you mean that I can sleep with you tonight!?” 

You hummed a melodic yes. 

Until now Jacce had been sleeping on the sofa since you weren’t ready to have him so close to you while unconscious. The first few nights you even locked the door of your bedroom and placed a lightweight object in front of it. A simple trick that would have indicated if he had picked the lock. Good thing for him that everything seemed in order every time you woke up in the night or in the morning.  

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So that was chapter four and I hope your horny people liked it! Next one will be more story focus and will go further on Jacce yandere side...

Fun fact: This was the first chapter I wrote for this entire story, so there might bee more grammatical errors in it

Like promise, here is the drawing for this chapter!

[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[emblemartyr]

LANGSTON WAS WEARY OF HER WANDERING HABIT AND SHE COULD NOT FATHOM WHY; puzzled even when footsteps began to retrace her walking path, perfectly in pace with her in spite of the stagger she took to ignoring, gripping tighter onto her staff and separating the weight between her feet to alleviate the impact of her limp. why had such acuteness been naturally taken by the noises around her? a fact she could not understand. but her attention pardoned to the steps in her shadow until only they remained amongst the faint bustle of life and, when they paired off into an erratic pattern, she was too curious to not peek over her shoulder.

the glance back proved fruitful; pushing her to risk a longer stride backwards to dodge the outstretched hand reaching for her. pale eyes widened and the softest of sounds left her, all she could utter in light of the sudden flare of pain aching her calf. stumbling, emmeryn forced her stance to right itself, dragging her staff through the dirt to remain at her side, lest her legs give out beneath her.

"hey, hey, miss thing," pale sapphire met ember in a startlingly kind gaze; the man retracted his hand to rest behind his back, toothy grin not enough to quell the blatant confusion in her countenance, "no need to trip over yourself. we're not gonna hurt ya'. promise!"

but the catch of steel in the hands of a man behind him had not convinced her to halt her slow retreat. in fact, it merely strengthened the worry tugging at her heart, wary of her caretaker's safety in the happenstance of them having followed her only to distract him. "i. . ." a pause; she winced when a sudden backstep returned an old, aching burn in her ankle. "i. . . understand. but please re. . . refrain from touch━━━touching me. i do not. . . like it."

and despite his laughter and affirmative nod, emmeryn could not help but tether herself to the caution once asked of her. he took another step and she met his with one of her own. when sapphire eyes caught the sight of a shadow stretching beneath them both, the charming man crooned, "we just wanna talk, milady. that's all. nothing more, nothing less."

she offered a smile, one he had not matched. "yes, we may talk. . . but can we talk at. . . at a distance?"

please help me nephew, @fellpurpose !

♚ ・ insert that one fe warriors clip but lissa is emmeryn and odin still misses his radiant dawn attack ━━━ emmeryn & odin

SETTING: the fields behind the town's storefronts yet separated by thin woods,

[30somethingautisticteacher]

The Dry Spell

It's fairly common knowledge that first responders work long shifts together, often 24 or 48 hours at a time. This kind of togetherness builds strong bonds and makes it nearly impossible to keep secrets. Which was why the entire station seemed to know that Buck and Tommy were in a bit of a dry spell right now.

Buck was in the locker room, changing after a particularly grueling shift. He didn't mean to start venting, but Hen had asked how things were going at home, and before he knew it, he was spilling his guts.

"I mean, it's been over 3 weeks," Buck said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "And yes, partially it's been us having opposite schedules, but it hasn't only been that. It's just...3 weeks. I'm starting to go crazy."

Hen nodded sympathetically, leaning against the lockers. "That's rough, Buckaroo. Have you talked to Tommy about it?"

Buck sighed, closing his locker with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. "I've tried, but every time I bring it up, something comes up. A call, Emmett needs something, one of us is too tired... It's like the universe is conspiring against us."

He lowered his voice, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot. "And the worst part? I'm turned on like, all the time now. It's getting ridiculous. Yesterday, I got distracted during dinner because Tommy reached across the table for the salt. The salt, Hen!"

Hen tried to suppress a smile, but failed. "Oh, Buck. You've got it bad."

"I know," Buck groaned. "It's like I'm a teenager again. I can't focus. Every little thing Tommy does is suddenly the hottest thing I've ever seen. This morning, he was just getting ready for his shift, putting on his flight suit, and I nearly lost it."

"Maybe you two need to schedule some alone time," Chimney chimed in as he walked into the locker room. "You know, make it a priority."

Buck flushed red. "Chim! How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you're about to combust," Chimney teased. "Seriously though, Buck. Talk to your husband. I'm sure he's feeling it too."

Buck nodded, trying to ignore the embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Yeah, you're right. I just... I miss him, you know? Not just the physical stuff, but the intimacy, the connection. Though right now, I wouldn't say no to the physical stuff either." Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and a sly grin spread across his face. "Wait a minute, Chim. Does this mean you're offering to babysit Emmett?"

Chimney's eyes widened as he realized the implication of his advice. "I, uh..."

Hen burst out laughing. "Oh, he's got you there, Chim! You can't give advice without being willing to back it up."

Chimney sighed dramatically, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Fine, fine. Maddie and I can take Emmett for a night. But I don't want to hear any details, got it?"

Buck's face lit up. "Chim, you're a lifesaver! I promise, no details. Just... thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Chimney waved him off, but he was smiling. Just make it count, Buckaroo."

Buck's blush deepened, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Finally, a chance for some alone time with Tommy. Now he just had to make it through his shift without spontaneously combusting at the thought.

It took everything in Buck's power not to speed home. As soon as he walked through the door, he called out, "Tommy!"

"In the kitchen, babe," Tommy's voice replied.

Buck rushed into the kitchen, his eyes wild with excitement. "Pack Emmett a bag. We gotta go!"

Tommy turned from the stove, spatula in hand, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Slow down. What are you talking about?"

"Sex," Buck blurted out, his cheeks flushing. "Lots of sex. So much sex."

Tommy's eyebrows shot up, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Interesting, but I'm still not sure I follow."

Buck took a deep breath, trying to calm himself enough to explain coherently. "Okay, so I may have been venting at work about our... dry spell. And Chimney offered to babysit Emmett for the night so we could have some alone time."

Understanding dawned on Tommy's face, followed quickly by a mischievous grin. "Oh, I see. And you're in such a hurry because...?"

"Because," Buck said, stepping closer to Tommy, his voice dropping low, "I've been going crazy thinking about you all day. Do you know how distracting you are? This morning, watching you put on your flight suit... I nearly lost it right there."

Tommy's eyes darkened with desire. "Is that so?" he murmured, setting down the spatula and wrapping his arms around Buck's waist.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed, leaning in for a kiss. "I've been imagining all the things I want to do to you once we're alone."

Just as their lips were about to meet, they heard the patter of little feet.

"Daddy! Papa!" Emmett's voice called out.

They broke apart, both chuckling but with heat still in their eyes. "I'll go pack his bag," Tommy said, pressing a quick kiss to Buck's cheek. "You go tell him he's having a sleepover with Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim."

As Tommy headed upstairs, Buck called after him, "I'll text Maddie to pick him up. The sooner they get here..."

Tommy paused at the top of the stairs, throwing a smoldering look over his shoulder. "The sooner we can pick up where we left off."

Buck grinned, anticipation coursing through him. "Exactly."

As they separated to prepare for their evening, both men felt a surge of excitement. Buck quickly sent a text to Maddie, asking if they could pick Emmett up as soon as possible. Then he went to find their son, his mind already racing with thoughts of what the night would bring once they were alone.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Buck opened it to find Maddie, Chimney, and Jee-Yun.

"Uncle Buck!" Jee exclaimed, hugging his legs.

"Hey there, munchkin," Buck said, ruffling her hair. "Thanks for coming so quickly, guys."

Chimney raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face. "No problem. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting."

Buck felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could respond, Tommy appeared with Emmett and his overnight bag.

As they said their goodbyes to Emmett, promising to pick him up tomorrow afternoon, Buck and Tommy exchanged heated glances. The moment the door closed behind Maddie, Chimney, and the kids, Tommy turned to Buck, his eyes dark with desire.

"Now," Tommy said, his voice low and full of promise, "where were we?"

Buck lunged forward, capturing Tommy's lips in a searing kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and both men groaned at the contact, feeling the evidence of each other's arousal.

"Tommy," Buck gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you. It's been too long."

Tommy's hands roamed Buck's back, pulling him even closer. "I know, baby. I've missed you too."

As they stumbled into their bedroom, Buck couldn't take his eyes off Tommy. The need to touch, to feel, to taste was overwhelming. Without breaking eye contact, Buck slowly sank to his knees in front of Tommy, his intentions clear.

Tommy's breath hitched, his eyes dark with desire. "Evan," he breathed, voice rough with want.

Buck's hands trembled as he reached for Tommy's belt. "Please," he murmured, "I need this. Need you."

Tommy cupped Buck's face gently, his touch a stark contrast to the urgency thrumming through both their bodies. "We've got all night, baby. Let's take our time, ok?"

Buck nodded, but didn't move from his position. The anticipation was electric, every nerve ending on fire. As Tommy's fingers carded through his hair, Buck leaned forward, ready to show his husband just how much he'd missed him.

They had hours ahead of them to reconnect, to relearn each other's bodies, to make up for lost time. And they intended to savor every moment.

[rom-e-o]

I've thought of doing a Emm-lich playthrough just for character-building reasons and getting as much banter as possible, but OUGH. Pain. A beautiful scene, but pain.

The fact that he chooses his father's butcher knife for the ceremony, and it's stained with his blood afterward.

Also, the fresh blood dripping from his urn. His body is ... in that. The guy Rook smooched ten minutes ago is inside that tiny urn.

This wasn't a 'zap, you're dead' thing. This was a 'slit throat' or 'stabbed through the heart' thing. Maybe. I hope it was painless.

Also, I didn't realize until now ... Myrna has his jewelry now. Bracelets/gauntlets/rings.

These items are not present on her model before she goes into that chamber with him.

This scene is so beautifully effective, and wonderfully done.

I don't know if I'll ever do it just because I enjoy Manfred so much and LOVE the mortal path, but I do appreciate this scene and how amazingly it was done.

[hurlingdown]

Mmm emm mmm mhmm… Shanks.

Especially handcuffed and positioned on the bed just your you. Legs spread apart as wide as they can be, a fucked out Shanks completely warn out huffing. “Babe, nnngh, mind removing these ‘cuffs, for me, would ‘ya? It’s killing me not to touch you… hah, h-nngh.” Poor baby really just wants his hand set free because all the friction has caused a rash.

You do notice. You do take note on how he reacts. His redding face and quivering lips make you drunk for his pussy. Your constant railing, and caressing and licking, and biting of his pecs had filled his check with red teeth marks endeavoring his skin. The lipstick staines plastered on him everywhere. “Shanks,” you lean down real close to his lips, “you have to warn the restraints to be lifted.” He chuckles nervously.

You hold his hips, and firmly press hearts onto his skin. Kissing everywhere but his lips. He loves kissing you. It’s one of his favorite and most romantic moments for you two. Although, you like to torture him a little. “Baaabyy…” he whines, instinctively pleading for a few pecs from your lips. You paint your devotion on his skin, but not his lips. “C’mon, kiss me, already. You haven’t done it once since you started fucking me… pretty please?”

Nothing is more humorous than reading your husband. Watching his squirm against the handcuffs, and beg for kisses and cumming. What should you do? You can’t satisfy him with everything. He needs to learn, to behave, to earn those rewards. “Shanks, baby, you’re such a good boy, you deserve at least one kiss. - You promise to cum for me, again, though? You’re such an addictive drug for me.” You think his blush couldn’t get redder.

Somehow, it does. “O-of course; anything for you, babe.” You two passionately share a moment of kissing mid-way before you start slamming down on his hips. His lips parted slightly, eyes squeezing shut, leaning forward to prevent his head rolling back. He wants the kiss to last, but he knows what you’re doing. You’re making it hard to keep in touch with intertwined lips. “M-mhpm… haah, hah…” Shanks still tries to keep his lips slammed down on yours.

With you ferociously slamming into him. As he helplessly tries to keep up with the face, the constant bucks from you two’s hips cause a trail of whimpering and moaning itching out of Shank’s lips. Keeping his lips barely connected to yours, his breath outlines your lip’s entrance. “Having trouble, sweetie?” He doesn’t reply, but it clear he does. He knows if he lets go of this kiss; he won’t get another until aftercare. Which who knows how long that will be. You’re ruthless when you’re pussy drunk. You go hours without stopping. It’s a bit laboring for the poor man.

You two keep this up until he cums once more. “S-shit! There, there, right there, f-fuck! Wow…” he finally breaks apart you two’s lip connection. You lightly laugh as he realizes and whines about the emptiness of your lips on his. A scrunched up face, as he huffs. “That’s wasn’t nice, I don’t want to cum if it means I can kiss you. One more?” Hot smirk, he knows this game, you know this game, “you gotta earn it, honey.”

Another few rounds of you restlessly pounding into Shanks and running his skin with your lustful fingers and teeth. Marking him everywhere, only few times on his lips which lips him completely fucked out but pouty about the lack of kisses. He was always such a beautiful sight, sweaty, red, naked, bare for only you, pleading you for more. Only you got to see this side of him. It will stay that way.

I love bratty characters, they’re so fun to write. Especially when they don’t always end up getting what they want in the end. >:3

- Saturn 🪐

saturn??? this was so hot.

You’re ruthless when you’re pussy drunk. You go hours without stopping. It’s a bit laboring for the poor man.

poor (or lucky) guy, holy shit. shanks using the excuse of wanting to kiss you to go for another round feels strangely in character.

Only you got to see this side of him. It will stay that way.

so many lines that i enjoyed in this one. bratty characters >>>> completely agreed. this was wonderful, thank you for sharing!!! <3 <3

[cerastes]

do you think dorothy got into dm-ing before or after Silence made her realize the frenzied flame ending of elden ring is Not Good

Probably after! In Dorothy’s Vision, it’s mentioned that Dorothy practically lived and breathed her research day in and day out. Her laboratory was practically her world for the longest time, Astegnne even chastises her early on because Dorothy takes so little care of herself and subexists on coffee and willpower. She was doing nothing except work towards the Frenzied Flame.

After Silence Umineko’d her by Red Blue and Golden Truthing the shit out of her, and subsequently coming to hang out at Rhodes Island, her schedule frees up a little more, and I think that’s when she got into tabletop. I’d like to think Ifrit was like “hey we can kill dragons and shit in these games, right? You should do this gee emm thing for us, I’ll get the players” and Dororhy was like BET I can make a cool fictitious world! I almost made a REAL cool world anyways!

So they get together and Ifrit makes a Spellblade names Dildo Baggins because she’s not taking this Narrative Thing seriously, she just wants to kill dragons, or firescalebeasts or whatever goofy ass name they got in Terra, and eight sessions later, the whole table is CRYING their eyes out after Dildo Baggins’s heroic sacrifice to divert Vai’veatosh the Primeval Leech Fiend and Exarch of Gluttony’s deathblow, buying enough time for the party to charge the Lotus Eater Cannon super team attack and finish it off, concluding the greatest eight sesh campaign the world never heard off.

“Y-yeah, this nerd stuff is alright, I g-guess,” Ifrit declares as she’s sobbing and getting all sorts of flammable snot and tears on Silence, gently running a finger over Dildo Baggins (deceased)’s character sheet, meanwhile Dorothy is there with a smile choking back tears because she wants to let her revive Dildo, but, when someone is gone… They are gone.

The dress in the alt is an oath to Dildo Baggins, based on her outfit for the last battle. In my heart.

[burgycreeper405-blog]

emm could you draw bot.. /nf 🤗🤗

this wasn't supposed to be colored but i realized that i actually didn't have a art of hooman ver of bot that isn't traditional pen sketch art lol

aka this one which is almost a year old lol

a reminder to the ones who will put art reqs in my inbox in the future, here's da rules

also

commissions sheet

[waywardstation]

You know things are serious when Ingo drops his formal way to talk to someone.

It's no longer Miss Akari, it has become just Akari...

That this man, known for his way of using big and many words is forced to keep it short and brief.

Yet he still feels bad for the words he's choosing.

We still are able to read what he wants to say, it's so bittersweet. There is so much he still wishes to say: Words of encouragement, pride, gratefulness and kindness. Pushing her further, not wanting her to see what will happen to him (or what he thinks will happen)... Still himself after everything.

All these little details result in this being such a heartbreaking WIP. For now one could only imagine how Akari reacts but I'm sure we all can imagine how she feels.

BRAVO! I am looking forward to see this fic being published and how things will turn out, what out of everything we discussed is gonna get added.

In regards to my IWLYB WIP I posted

Ingo made the mistake of refusing to say what he wanted/needed to say based on the hope that he’d somehow make it out ok, and being too avoidant to acknowledge it. He knows saying such things will hurt Akari, and he’s too soft (to a fault) to do that. So by the time he realizes he only has one more chance to say something to her, he no longer has the luxury to take his time with saying it kindly and that guts him.

And Akari is gutted that Ingo is going out this way, seperated from everyone stuck up on a mountain in a broken body, never to experience anything besides cold and pain again. She blames herself for what happened just as much as Ingo blames himself.

Akari will do her best to make a last ditch effort to keep him with her as well, asking Ember (who is only a few hit points from fainting at this point) to once again try to leave her pokeball and keep him warm. The name sparks something in Ingo’s memory.

—————

“Ingo!” Akari grabbed handfuls of his coat. She didn’t know what to do – she needed him to hold on until she could figure it out. “Stay awake! Come on! Don’t, don’t- Ingo!”

His mouth opened, head turning up towards her. But words that were meant to be spoken never came, and instead an agonized breath was drawn to swell his side with a shudder.

“E-Ember, Ember-” She needed to keep him warm if she was going to keep him here with her. Akari fumbled for her exhausted companion’s pokeball, holding it close. “Please! Ember! Em-!”

“Em,” The words rode a departing breath, broken and barely heard above the snowstorm, but silencing Akari all the same. “Em,”

He sluggishly dragged his arm through the snow, a purposeless movement. His dull, dark eyes looked to the side, dim clarity briefly flickering through the tears.

“Emm.” Another breath out. “That’s…”

His fist, clenched tight in pain, opened up. It wasn’t meant for her, but Akari took his hand in her own, feeling him squeeze it weakly in response. There was no warmth. “What?”

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I’m so glad you’re looking forward to the fic!!! I am looking forward to getting it out; I know it’s been a long time coming but I do hope the wait will be worth it when it does come out ^^

[mercars-musings]

1 and 16 for the ask game about Az and Emmrich <3

Aaa tysm for asking!!! 🥺🥰 {Answers Under the Cut} 1. Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

A. Surprisingly, no!

He thinks Emmrich is extremely attractive when they first meet {the daddy issues cliche is strong in that boy}, but Az is almost as romantically emotionally constipated as Neve is honestly.

He's spent a long time not really having anything serious with anyone due to past trauma and has mostly just had like a fling every few months to get a little less touch starved.

He actually falls slowly due to Emm's consistent gentleness & kindness to not only Rook but the rest of the Veilguard.

Az is the kind of person who puts all the people he cares about before himself, so seeing Emmrich treating the people he loves with kindness really kind of seals the deal for him.

Though if I had to pick the EXACT moment, I'd probably say it was during the House of the Dead quest when he's freeing all the trapped spirits. Seeing him push through the pain to save those who were unwillingly trapped and tortured really spoke to Rook's morals as a Shadow Dragon and just generally a person that cares about justice and helping others.

16. How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner?

A. Funnily enough I'm actually writing something on this now!

He is honestly extremely distraught, he'd finally let someone in after all that wasted time of self doubt and fear that he would be betrayed again. The fight they had before the battle certainly did not help his worries and doubts, but hearing Emmrich say that he was wrong and wanted to talk more he'd been rejuvinated in his conviction that he had chosen right.

And then for it all to be taken away from him just like that?

My Rook spent about 7 years in the Fade {or at least he experienced it as 7 years. It's still 2 weeks for the rest of Thedas and the Veilguard}

So he had A LOT of time ruminating over everything he had even the tiniest concern about in their relationship so far:

He worried his choice to convince Emmrich to give up Lichdom for Manfred might have made Emmrich hate him further down the line, he worried that maybe Emmrich actually meant that he wanted to break up when he said he wanted to "talk" with Rook once the big fight was over, his mind decided to stress that boy out like nothing else.

It kind of ate him up inside for a long time honestly, though he eventually learned to channel that pain and fear into trying to find a way out of the Fade.

Anyway, when he leaves the Fade his usual aversion to touch suddenly swings over to the opposite side and he clings to Emmrich like he'll disappear if Az looks away for even a second. This does eventually get a little better but Em doesnt mind as I head cannon him to be quite touchy anyway.

If anyone else is interested about my boy Az & Emmrich feel free to ask me anything from this Ask Game! Also you can find my fics here & my Az rambles under #az mercar !🥰

[queenshelby]

THE FUTURE (PART TWO)

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place) x Original Female Character

Warning: Age Gap, Forced Procreation, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst

Words: 2,677

Emmett brooded alone in his rustic cabin, his weathered face contorted in a scowl. Evelyn's plea weighed heavily on his mind, an oppressive burden dragging him into the depths of frustration. "Why should I bring a child into this forsaken world?" he muttered to himself, the words escaping his lips as a hushed whisper. It wasn't just the lurking danger beyond their sanctuary that deterred him; it was the guilt that haunted him from his past.

As if on cue, Evelyn entered the room, her wide eyes searching for Emmett's gaze. She understood his mood without the need for words, instinctively sensing the turmoil within him. "Have you made a decision?" she asked, eager to know if Emmett was prepared to be paired with Caitlyn for the program.

"Yes, Evelyn, and the answer is no," Emmett replied firmly, causing Evelyn's eyebrows to furrow in concern. "I understand," she said, taking a seat beside him, her presence a comforting balm. She watched as he shook his head, her empathy flowing freely.

"Do you truly understand?" Emmett questioned, a flicker of anger igniting in his eyes. "Bringing a child into this world... It's a perilous gamble. I lost my family once, and I cannot bear the thought of losing another. Pretending to go along with the program while secretly abstaining will only result in Caitlyn being paired with someone else after months or even a year of fruitless attempts." Emmett's words were laced with painful truth, and Evelyn knew he had thoroughly considered this choice.

Evelyn's expression softened, and her hands reached out to gently touch his arm. "That's why I understand, Emmett. I am grateful that I am too old to participate in this program. But, despite the odds, we have a chance to create something beautiful here."

Emmett met her gaze, realizing the depth of her understanding and compassion. "I will inform the Council of your decision," Evelyn finally said, leaving Emmett to his solitude, knowing he desired it.

Meanwhile...

Caitlyn stood alone on the edge of the island, her heart heavy with the weight of her resolve. She had made her choice. Like Emmett, she couldn't fathom bringing a child into this harsh and dangerous world. It seemed a futile endeavor, only amplifying the vulnerability of the human race. And so, she had decided to leave.

With determination in her eyes, Caitlyn hastily scribbled a note explaining her intentions. "I cannot remain here," she wrote, the words stark against the paper. With a sigh, she pinned the note to a prominent post, aware it would be discovered soon enough.

As luck would have it, Evelyn stumbled upon the note during her leisurely stroll back from Emmett's cottage. She usually took the scenic route, collecting naturally growing food along the way. Her eyes widened as she read the words, her heart pounding in her chest. "Dear God!" Evelyn cursed, hastening her return to Emmett's cottage.

"Emmett!" she called out upon approaching, her voice echoing through the lush landscape. "You won't believe what I found!" Emmett came running towards her, rifle in hand, fearing the worst.

Startled, Emmett's rugged face etched with concern. "What is it, Evelyn?" he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

Evelyn caught up to him, the wind whipping her hair around her face. "It's Caitlyn," she said breathlessly, thrusting the note into his hands. "She's gone."

Emmett's eyes narrowed as he scanned the note, the words sinking like stones in his chest. "I'm not surprised," he muttered, a mix of anger and worry brewing beneath his gruff exterior.

"Nor am I, but I must find her, Emmett. The boys need her, and she has already endured so much," Evelyn pleaded. However, Emmett shook his head, his mind made up.

"No, I will go after her. You are needed here," Emmett declared, his voice a solemn whisper. With a determined glint in his piercing blue eyes, Emmett embarked on his perilous mission to find Caitlyn and bring her back, regardless of the cost.

***

Meanwhile, Caitlyn had already found herself on the mainland, her footsteps silent against the cracked pavement. She had always been a daring adventurer, but this was an entirely new level of peril.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously navigated the desolate streets. Her deafness was both a blessing and a curse in this soundless world plagued by creatures drawn to noise. Caitlyn couldn't afford even the slightest sound. She had witnessed firsthand the horrors these creatures were capable of, and those memories haunted her dreams.

As she walked, Caitlyn's thoughts drifted to Emmett and Evelyn, both of whom she considered dear friends. They had always been there for her, a steadfast pillar of support. Emmet, in particular, was a mentor and friend to her, even if he was twice her age and had a tendency to be grumpier than a bear with a toothache.

It was for the better this way. Caitlyn knew that Evelyn and Emmett would look after the boys for her, and she knew that she had made the right decision, namely to leave. She couldn’t even imagine the heartache of having a family would bring to her in this unkind world and forced procreation with someone she despised was even worse. It was Caitlyn’s worst nightmare. Much worse than the creatures themselves.

***

Meanwhile, Emmett trudged onward, his face etched with determination and worry. He had always been a protector, but this felt different. It felt... personal.

Days passed, but Emmett never faltered, following Caitlyn's inadvertent breadcrumbs. He had a hunch that she was heading to the abandoned factory in the heart of the town. With his survival instincts guiding him, he navigated the dangerous path, avoiding the roaming creatures that lurked in the shadows.

As he approached the centre of the dilapidated worker's township, the silence grew deafening, and fear hung heavy in the air. The creatures ruled this place, and one wrong move could mean certain death.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Emmett spotted Caitlyn in the distance. She stood frozen amidst the ruins of a forgotten city. Relief washed over him like a cool wave, but he knew better than to rush to her side. He had to be patient, cautious - the silent hero.

Emmett approached Caitlyn with utmost care, his eyes never straying from the lurking creatures. Caitlyn turned towards him, her eyes widening in surprise, her hands trembling slightly. She had hoped someone would come for her, but seeing Emmett now, a mix of emotions flooded her.

"I didn't expect you to come," Caitlyn signed softly, her fingers uncertainly grasping at the air.

Emmett offered her a small, understanding smile. “We're friends, remember?" he signed, a confession he had never made before. In his world, he believed he had no friends.

Caitlyn nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Never had she valued friendship more than in that moment.

 “Come, I know where it is safe,” Emmett motioned for Caitlyn to follow him. She nodded, knowing he had a plan to keep her alive.

From the moment she met Emmett, she had been captivated by his resourcefulness and resilience. He understood the creatures' nature, communicating through sign language that he had learned from Regan.

As they walked side by side, silence enveloped them. Each step was cautious, every breath held in anticipation. In their world, noise was the enemy.

Finally, they reached the edge of the dense forest, where Emmett had established a hidden sanctuary during one of his supply runs.

Emmett led Caitlyn to a small cottage, but before they could reach safety, a sudden crack of a branch shattered the silence. Fear gripped Emmett's chest, his heart skipping a beat.

“Hide!” he gestured frantically, urging Caitlyn to find shelter. He pulled her towards safety as the creatures charged through the vegetation, their terrifying presence shaking the very foundations of their being.

"Quiet," Emmett mouthed, his hands steady. Caitlyn held her breath, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the creatures as they passed, their instincts focused on the noise that had momentarily disturbed their stillness.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the creatures moved on, unaware of Emmett and Caitlyn's presence. Caitlyn released a shaky breath, her body trembling with fear. Emmett reassured her with a pat on the shoulder, relief evident in his eyes.

***

Eventually, Emmett and Caitlyn entered the cottage. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind made Emmett's heart race, fearing the return of the nightmarish creatures.

The events of the past few days had left Caitlyn physically and emotionally drained. She needed rest before continuing her journey, and Emmett understood that.

For hours, they sat on the cold ground, Caitlyn lost in fragmented memories. Fear, pursuit, and the haunting faces of the creatures consumed her thoughts. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope - Emmett, her beacon of strength in this relentless nightmare.

“You have two choices now, Caitlyn," Emmett signed, guiding her face towards his.

“We can venture to the factory together, leaving the safety of the island behind for good, or we can return to the island where it's secure," Emmett signed, allowing her the space to process the overwhelming events and emotions.

 “I cannot return to the island, Emmett!" Caitlyn signed, as a gentle rustle of leaves outside caught his attention. He turned to face the sound, his heart quickening once more.

“Yes, you can. I'll move in with you, and together, we can pretend to comply with the authorities' quest to repopulate the planet," Emmett joked, eliciting a smile from Caitlyn, though she shook her head.

Caitlyn scrutinized his countenance, searching for even the slightest trace of deception, yet all she discovered was an unwavering honesty etched into every crease. Reluctantly, she replied, "And what reason do I have to place my trust in you?"

Emmett's hand quivered imperceptibly as he clenched his fists, his words intermingling with the distant roar of creatures. "Because I am present here and now, am I not? Despite everything, I have morals that prevent me from allowing the Council to coerce you into something you do not believe in," he whispered and expressed through his hands to the best of his abilities.

A heavy silence descended upon them as Caitlyn contemplated Emmett's proposition. She weighed the risks, the potential for security, and the immense responsibility of bringing another life into this daunting world.

Breaking the stillness, Caitlyn signed, "If we feign our alliance, what will happen if we are discovered? The consequences could be catastrophic."

Emmett nodded, fully comprehending the gravity of her concerns. "It will be risky, yes, but perhaps my willingness to partake in this charade will grant you some respite, at least until we can find a more viable solution."

A faint smile curved Caitlyn's lips, her hands conveying both apprehension and hope. In the eerie hush of their surroundings, Emmett's offer lingered in the air, awaiting Caitlyn's decision. The weight of their future bore down upon them, threatening to shatter their fragile aspirations.

Caitlyn's hands moved deliberately, contemplating her response. With each measured gesture, her decision began to take shape. Finally, she signed, "I will accompany you back. For now."

Relief washed over Emmett's face, though it was tinged with caution. He knew their journey to the island would be arduous, and their trials far from over. Yet, together, perhaps, Caitlyn stood a fighting chance.