#its like a priority bug

[quietwingsinthesky]

🌹:O

:3c

Lucifer doesn't care how the labcoats say it works; he knows there's no such thing as a clean break from a drift the minute the plug is pulled. Instead, Michael goes from a second consciousness beside his own to being dragged out of Lucifer the further Lucifer gets from him, both of them gripping tight to the connection until it slips, until it snaps, with a violent recoil that knocks Lucifer's brain out of alignment and reminds his legs that they don't work. His next step falls too fast, too heavily, and refuses to take his weight. It's only Michael, now only a voice outside of Lucifer's head yelling his name, catching him from behind that allows Lucifer to collapse to the floor with his dignity intact.

[connormoving]

ended up on a reddit thread of anti-piracy ppl and their brains are so fascinating to me

[caleanamajored]

i wonder if ill ever be as interested in like...gender and identity as i was when i was a teenager. im at the point in my life where im she/her in my head, he/they to those who know me, she/her to those who dont. idc abt the minutia of my identity. i sure used to! perhaps it only served me when it was a function of self discovery wrapped and layered among the other self-discoveries of the teenage years. but its occurred to me now that those who dedicate their lives to things like gender studies, its a passion for them. its not just a byproduct. they may have discovered that passion during that phase of self discovery, but the bug that bit them held on, whereas i guess i shook it off at some point.

[dearestzaychik]

Hi! I love your writing, and may I request a one-shot of a reader who is the player from blocktales x Chance? The reader somehow got into forsaken by some bug, but they still maintain the game functions of blocktales, like their cards! Have a lovely day! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

OH MY DAYS YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I EXPLODED WITH THIS IDEA ITS SO GOOD?? I'M THRILLED AND GLAD TO BE ABLE TO WRITE AN AMAZING IDEA LIKE THIS!! I hope you have a lovely day as well!! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Just might be my lucky day. ♡

Chance x BlocktalesReader!

WARNING : Slight Spoilers for Demo 3 if you haven't played Blocktales yet! WORD COUNT : 2.2k+ words

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Grasping the Ghostwalker in your hands, you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself. Especially knowing all the things you went through to purify yourself and actually wield it, but you definitely didn't want to experience that again though. Nonetheless, this mission was a success either way as you've already taken down 3 swords. Looking at your collection of cards as you had a triumphant smile. Tossing them into your bag, you laid down on your bed as you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. A lot has happened, and you weren't sure if the next day would go easy on you. Sleeping and being able to rest would be the top priority, and you'll decide head on after you do. Closing your eyes, falling into a deep slumber as for once in your life, you felt at peace.

Something sparked in the corner, Red glitches coming out as the breeze felt colder. Startled by this sudden uneasiness, your eyes opened as you sat back up, looking at the corner of your room yet seeing nothing there. Was it Hatred coming back to haunt you once more? But you could've sworn you purified yourself, so it can't be it. Just what was it? Before you could react, your room started to glitch out and it wasn't long before something started dragging you. Looking down, it was practically a black hole trying to pull you down. Within instinct, you could only grab your bag before you eventually got pulled in, leaded to nothing but darkness once more.

It felt like ages, you didn't know where you were going. It continued on like that until you could finally see something through the abyss of darkness. A light that shined through the dark. Clutching onto your bag, you realized you were falling as the light grew closer and closer until..

CRASH!!-

Groaning in pain, its safe to say that wasn't a great landing. But it wasn't as bad as the other things you've experienced before. Getting up, you noticed you have been transported to a different location. Into a Carnival no less. Looking in your bag, thankfully none of the swords seems to have gotten lost during everything and your cards were still here. Breathing a sigh of relief, you looked around once more, scanning the area. There wasn't much people around, and the Carnival would've looked almost abandoned if it weren't for the fact that the electricity and power seemed to be functioning well enough. As your brain processed everything, you suddenly felt a danger coming towards you, looking at your left before you quickly blocked the strange item that was thrown in your direction. It was a perfect block yet, why did it still hurt? Whoever threw that was definitely strong... Perhaps too strong for you as you looked down, realizing what was thrown at you. A Brick. You've gotten hit with many things in your life, but you didn't expect a literal brick to be easily gliding through the air like that with ease. Hell, it went through a wall too. Who was strong enough to throw a brick that glided through the air like it was nothing and even clipped through a wall? If it weren't for the Training Wheels card that you had equipped, that could've done more damage than expected.

Following the direction of the said brick, you started to hear a few things... Well, only two things really. An explosion and laughter specifically. Reaching the destination, You found yourself looking at two individuals. One is having a suit and a fedora, greatly injured judging by how much he's limping. And one that seemed to be.. a red-like being? They looked like Red Noob but if Red Noob was practically on steroids, that's for sure. Looking at the injured individual, you took the initiative as you pulled out the Ice Dagger, healing both you and the fedora-wearing man.

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This really wasn't a good time, he was the last survivor and all his gun did was explode on him. He looked at c00lkidd as he stumbled backward, trying to roll for more in order to get Hat fix. But instead of any charges, he was left with even more weakness. For once, the smug grin in his face faltered, showing a frown at his sudden unluckiness. He was definitely done for, seeing how c00lkidd was practically about to send him back to the Survivor's Cabin.

Yet, when he expected his demise, he suddenly felt a boost of health out of no where. The fire that c00lkidd inflicted suddenly didn't hurt as bad, he was healed to almost his full health too, helping him tank the hit that was supposed to kill him even with the amount of weakness he had. c00lkidd themselves were surprised as well, looking around before spotting another individual that was far away, holding THE Ice Dagger in their hands. c00lkidd frowned at the Individual, stomping their feet on the ground.

"You're no fun!- You all are cheaters! You guys don't play fair and square anymore!"

They yelled, punching their hand onto the ground as minions started spawning. Chance took the opportunity to leave, running up to the Individual that miraculously saved his life as he grabbed their arm, running off to another part of this damned carnival map. Whoever this person was, they just most definitely saved both him and the win for the survivors.

You successfully ran away...?

As the fedora wearing Individual ran with his hand clutching your arm as it forced you to get out of battle, you couldn't help but look at him. You haven't seen him around, and maybe... Just maybe, he can help you get back home. If not, then at least he might know why you got transported here. As he stopped in a random corner of the map, he was out of breath as he clutched onto his own arm now. Looking at him, you decided to drop your bag onto the ground before opening it and started rummaging through your things. As Cards, Swords, Balls, and other weapons you might have you just simply tossed, trying to find a specific item. Meanwhile, Chance looked at you with surprise as multiple things were flying out from a singular, small travel bag you had. Just how much stuff did you have in there? How did something like a rocket launcher and a huge stack of dynamite even fit inside and what was up with all these cards that you had?- He was definitely confused more than anything, especially considering whoever kept them here in this realm usually took away powerful abilities or items from each survivor to avoid becoming... 'Overpowered.' He had a slight gut feeling, that this Individual wasn't supposed to be here at all.

"..Now, what's up with all of this-"

Chance muttered out, before he was interrupted as you probably found the item you were looking for, standing up as you handed him what seemed to be two slabs of meat. Although it looked edible, it definitely didn't look like it can be steak or porkchop.

"..What is this?-"

"Cooked Whale Meat."

"....What."

Awkward silence befell upon you both as Chance had a look of bewilderment across his face. Cooked Whale Meat? Was this person serious? As much as he would like to refuse, giggling can be heard close by. This individual heard it and just shoved the two slabs right in his mouth, nearly choking him but he somehow managed to consume all of it. He felt a lot better, his stamina felt greater and his HP restored 50 HP.. Nevermind his doubts, This Cooked Whale Meat actually saved his life and it tasted pretty decent too. Looking at the Individual once more, they scrambled up to get their things that they threw around the ground earlier. Footsteps grew closer, and Chance started flipping his coin once more. His smug smile coming back as he fixed his hat and had his gun on stand by. c00lkidd popped out as he held a familiar looking sword before dashing forward to the Individual.

"There you are!"

Finally finishing up the mess you made as you shoved it all back in your bag, you heard someone yell as you could only look to the right, seeing the Red Noob look-a-like from earlier starting to lunge at you with a sword... And it didn't seem to be a normal sword either, you could've sword that was the Firebrand sword as well. What was that doing there in this person's hands?- Before you can only close your eyes, attempting to dodge the attack until a gun shot ran through the air. c00lkidd's attack was interrupted as they let out a pained cry, stumbling backward as they covered their face.

"I'm telling dad!"

the more you noticed, they genuinely sounded like a child. you didn't know how they came to be the very thing they are today, but you knew this.. thing didn't have bad intentions. You could only look at the man that you helped once more as he pointed a gun at them. The man could only look at you with a grin, tipping his fedora to you.

"..Take it as a small thanks to the little stunt you pulled earlier, Little Angel. Its a shame that we don't have much time to know one another, but its clear you're never supposed to be here, aren't ya?"

The man said, looking at you. Though you couldn't see his eyes, you knew he was an observant and definitely a smart guy. He looked up, causing you to look up as well to see a timer above your heads. It had 10 seconds left on it.

"..Well, It's great meeting ya. The name's Chance by the way, remember that when we meet again won't you? You owe me a name for the next time we meet, Little Angel."

"Wait!-"

You exclaimed, looking at him with confused eyes. You still had many questions about everything that just happened. Yet compared to your panic-stricken expression, he simply looked at you with a carefree smile. Although you didn't even know the man, his way of speaking and that smile definitely already stirred butterflies in your stomach, but there was an underlying sense of sympathy you couldn't grasp yourself. Was it the sudden realization of their situation? Or was it simply the fact that there was an intuitive feeling telling you there was more than meets the eye? nonetheless, c00lkidd themselves were starting to recover from the gunshot, but there was barely any time left for them to attempt to win as everything went black.

[ THE ROUND HAS ENDED. ]

Survivors Won.

The moment you opened your eyes again, you found yourself on the floor of your bedroom. What the hell just happened? Your heart was still racing and beating loudly from everything that happened, and you were clutching onto your bag as well. You were sure that wasn't a dream, it felt too real to be one. Was your mind playing tricks on you? You didn't know yourself. Well, you were back home now but you were just left with questions you couldn't answer yourself.

Getting up from your floor, groaning in pain as you held your head that ached in pain. You could only practically think about what happened earlier. Chance... That was his name. Why was he getting chased by something like that? You had many questions, but you could only think back to the carefree smile he gave you. As if everything that you experienced with him was just a normal day to him. That was definitely a weird experience, and you weren't sure if you should tell the others about it. But you were most definitely clearing things up with Shedletsky, remembering how that kid seemed to hold the Firebrand sword... But before you could even process more of the things that happened, a striking pain attacked you on your head as you groaned in pain once more. Maybe the exhaustion is getting to you, your first priority should probably be to get medicine or something to relieve this headache first...

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Meanwhile, a certain fedora wearing man was found sitting at the table. Getting bombarded by his teammates questions about what happened during the round. Specifically more on Shedletsky and Builderman, they probably spectated and noticed what the individual had as well. As the questions died out one by one as he answered and explained the situation, he was finally left alone after a while. He could only look at his hands, holding a certain card he sneakily picked up during the chaos.

A Clover Card was in his hands, labeled Lucky Start from behind it. He was right about his intuition about that Individual not belonging here, and he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by it. Although he wouldn't wish anyone the experience he's going through right now, that certain individual felt interesting enough. Especially considering they had Three out of the Seven of the SFOTH swords, they could've probably been a big help to know what exactly was going on. Nonetheless, he kept his head high. Putting the card he picked up in his pocket once more as he looked out the window of the cabin, looking at the stars that never went away due to the time of day always being night. Who knows what fate had in store for him, but he sure did hope he'd meet them again one day. After all, they still owe him a name.♡

@lucky-traveler! Tysm for requesting and giving a wonderful idea!

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

inspired by backburner

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.

[racc00nguy]

Was thinking about that one post where somebody said that Kaidan moved on easily after Shepard's death and Its been bugging me for some time so i need to rant about it

On the Horizon encounter, there are many lines that alone give away the fact that Kaidan in fact did not move on, like "thinking you were gone, it was like loosing a limb" (basically saying that he felt like he lost a part of himself after Shepards death), + "I wanted to believe the rumours that you were alive" (giving delulu king 👑) or most importantly "I moved on , at least I thought I did" proving that he tried to move on but just couldn't, because of the impact Shepard has left on him when he was still alive.

Kaidan not joining Shepard or being mad about them working with Cerberus doesn't mean that he moved on. Just because he didn't want to go against his own morality and priorities doesn't make him the monster some of y'all make him out to be, quite the opposite, it proves that he's his own person living by his own rules, and won't let go of them that easily, instead of just taking and going with whatever is thrown his way (which some of ya'all expect from him).

Shepard joining Cerberus was too much for him, even though he missed them, he couldn'tve just moved passed that, not then at least, but that still doesn't change the fact that he didn't move on after Shepard's death, romanced or not.

No hate to the op but damn if you don't know shit about a certain character, dont make analysis on them dawg 😭

[heartfullofleeches]

With its happiness being their top priority, Bugman's cult family will do anything to secure its future with its darling. Bugman seeks their help in courting Darling because they have never experienced these type of feelings before and trust its family to have some tips for them.

Some advice is more beneficial than others...

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Bugman: Auntie, Brother.... There is something I need to ask you both. I have...a friend. It pains me to call them that as my heart yearns for a different bond with them. Do either of you have advice for me on this matter?

"Aunt": [sniffles] Our little Benjiman has grown up so fast. It feels like I just blinked and you're already in college. Just be yourself, dear. Ask them about their interests and hobbies, buy them some flowers if they aren't allergic- Oh, I'm sure they'd love to see your collection of glass bugs you adore so much. I can't wait to plan the wedding..

"Brother": They got an ex? Someone they hate? Two words. Blood. Sacrifice. Shows off your loyalty, your strength, and your willingness to protect them from anything.

Bugman, writing everything down: I knew I could count on you two.

[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Noriaki Kakyoin

↳ Fem!Reader with she/her pronouns. Reader is written as being on the shy, gentle side. Reader’s backstory, stand, and reason for joining the crusaders is left up in the air.

A/n: This was so self-indulgent. I hope it shows how much I’ve thought about this. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing. Mentions of canon-typical violence.

Before being on the receiving end of a mind-altering flesh bud, Kakyoin would’ve raised an eyebrow at the prospect of falling for someone within the span of 50 days.

Experiencing romantic love? Him? Maybe in another lifetime.

Hell… simply making friends within that same span of time seemed absurd. Not because he deemed himself incapable of making connections, but due a lack of desire. No need to grow close with people he assumed wouldn’t ever fully understand him.

It’s a difficult concept to wrap his head around, without a doubt. Seventeen years of numbing isolation will do that to an individual.

That’s not to say he hasn’t daydreamed here and there.

Kakyoin’s certainly let his mind wander down a road paved with hopefulness. Looking to his parents and wondering what it’d be like to form such a strong connection. His thoughts growing indulgent and jumping on a particular train. Leading eventually to… whatever plane of existence lovers live on.

Okay, so Kakyoin didn’t even know how fully contextualize romance within his own mind.

It’s a difficult thing to grasp when you merely see it from a secondhand perspective… usually from one’s own parents, of all things.

At least his mother and father offered a positive idea of how relationships should function. Mutually supportive; partners through and through. It’s what he’s come to expect and wouldn’t dream of settling for less.

Experiencing the actual feeling involved? Not at all. He’s always been known as a ‘pretty’ guy, but that doesn’t mean much when he’s remained wholly uninterested.

At the very least, he harbored a general idea of what he wanted.

Beyond hoping for a mutually supportive dynamic, he’s confident over his preferred type. His likes and dislikes, whether it be shallow or far more personal.

Regardless of his own preconceived notions in regards to his own future, he does end up forming meaningful connections. While not under the most unconventional circumstances, he does form a tight nit group of friends.

And even more than that, he meets you:

Tower of Grey was the priority at hand… the first of DIO’s followers encountered after leaving Japan. The safety of sleeping passengers filling the seats being far more important than anything else in that very moment.

But just as Kakyoin laid stomach-first on the floor of the plane’s narrow walkway… blood trickling down his forehead and his expression stern… the bug-like stand boasted on. Believing in an assured victory, as if it had already won.

The gears in Kakyoin’s mind chug intently, his stand’s tendrils moving unseen beneath the seats. His eyes widening when he feels something in particular.

A stranger… who makes themselves known a second later. An observer watching silently from across the isles, jumping to action.

There was no time to wonder if you understood what was going on- no time to even warn -before you lunge forward. A stand fazing into sight behind you. Geared up and ready, almost taunting the bug with the shock of its own existence.

Your heart pounded against your chest when the bug directed its attention to you, the distraction proving to have worked.

Just being there was more than enough to catch the egotistical personality off guard for a moment, letting out a profanity. Merely a second or two of hesitation, but enough to offer Kakyoin a quick opening for a finishing blow. Finally getting the drop on the particularly fast-moving stand.

With the stand user fallen limp, his tongue split down the middle and eyes rolled back, Kakyoin turns his head to finally get a good look at you. His lips kept together, but his eyebrows raised.

Your own eyes have grown wide, fully turning towards the group of imposing men.

Just from quietly examining your raised eyebrows and agape mouth, you’re visibly just as startled as they all are. As far as they can tell, you’d merely witnessed the fight going down as an initial bystander. Assessing it quickly and not hesitating a moment further once you saw the shortest of them get hurt. To their credit, it was pretty much what had happened from your perspective.

The men size you up blankly, and without much to immediately say.

To tussle with a stand user so early into the trip, high above a body of water within a plane, is a heart-pounding situation. With hindsight, though, it’s to be expected. Taking such a public and compromising mode of transportation was mistake with absurdly dangerous consequences.

But to discover another… who’s seemingly detached from either side of the DIO conflict- now that is cause for surprise.

Your eyes gloss over the men. Flickering between each of them, until landing on the redhead you’d just assisted. Blood is still drying on his forehead. But his expression has shifted to a more thoughtful one… violet eyes looking at you in a way that makes you feel small.

Merely a moment passes before the oldest of the group takes initiative. Stepping forward, he lets out a huff of hesitation before saying, “Thank you… erm-…?”

“Y/n… L/n…” you responded, shifting your attention to him and taking a step back. You’re on gentle guard; hesitant. A contrast to your determined initiative moments ago.

Surely you’d seen a good chunk of what the group was capable of? That would be cause for cautiousness. None of them knew just how much you had seen before stepping in…

“Joestar, dear. Joseph Joestar,” Joseph smiles gently, a gleam present in his eyes. Hoping to defuse anxious thoughts creeping into your skull, if only a little. But your expression stays the same.

“I think… we could offer each other an explanation,” he suggests in a trying manner. His head tilts to the side, appreciative of the fire proved to be present behind eyes so apparently soft and hesitant on the regular.

Stand or not, the situation is overwhelming. Examining Joseph’s demeanor, and his two gloved hands held up in peace… you eventually nod in agreement. Answers… yes, you’d certainly like to know whatever the hell that was.

The old man opens his mouth again, preparing to make an attempt at a short explanation, only to be cut off by a stomach-dropping tilt of the plane.

You had your own reasons for being on the plane that day… the specifics of which were totally lost on Kakyoin and the others for a good while.

Discussions with Joseph after safely making it out of the plane wreck, Hong Kong’s hustle and bustle in the background, lead you to realizing you and the group held a common goal with the pursuit of DIO. Whether or not you’d even heard the name before the old man spoke it. In regards to your own pursuits, going after DIO was the answer.

That revelation prompted you into asking if you may accompany the group on their way to Egypt. A suggestion only disapproved by Jotaro.

And from the moment he saw you that day aboard the plane, you’d already earned respect from Kakyoin.

He holds himself to a high standard… something he holds others around him to as well. Sure, he’s a naturally polite individual, but he’s not exactly shy calling it how he sees it.

He harbors too much self-respect to think of settling for people he can’t trust or who hold no dignity.

The specific circumstances in which you joined the crusaders… helping a group of strangers with powers like your own in order to ensure the safety of both them and the passengers…

Safe to say he had no hangups about you accompanying them, to say the least.

Being a generally soft-spoken, pretty girl definitely helps too. Not that he’s inclined mention it out loud. He’s not that socially maladjusted. Mostly. He’d like to believe.

He is thinking it, though.

You were just so quiet that first day in Hong Kong. Every time he pointed something out to you and Jotaro, you nodded along gently with a soft smile. Even asking for elaboration once or twice.

It’s a lot better than the huffs and puffs coming from Jotaro.

Kakyoin eventually starts dropping facts from his bag of random trivia on you specifically. Immediately, you’re responsive to his informative brand of talking at you. Likely hoping to get past any initial awkwardness you feel throwing off the established dynamic.

All while you go along agreeably with the group’s decisions beyond his casual information dumping.

From deciding to tackle the journey any way other than by plane, to Mr. Joestar’s order of food in the restaurant the group ate at… you politely nodded along.

Your facial expressions are enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. Kakyoin can’t help but find it nice. Putting the pieces together inside his head on where you stand. Knowing when it’s best to let others take the helm in decisions you’re unfamiliar with.

So you’re situationally flexible too… that’s good.

As observant of a guy as Kakyoin is… he notices almost instantly that you gravitate towards sticking by him or Avdol. In both calm and stressful situations.

Mr. Joestar… his boisterousness makes you flinch. Even more so is the case with a guy like Polnareff, despite the Frenchman making a point to be gentle with a ‘nice little lady like yourself’.

And Jotaro… well… you’re expression sours, failing to hold back cringe each time the two of you interact. Acutely aware he doesn’t like you at all at the beginning.

Heh… so be it, Kakyoin thought.

If sticking close to him or Avdol is what you prefer, Kakyoin’s not about to complain. You’ve already proven yourself to be adaptable… and only more opportunities will arise from here on out. With each passing stand encounter, he grows more and more convinced you’re a really reliable individual.

Even more so, you begin involving yourself in conversations. Something that opens the door to less small talk and discussions holding more substance.

It’s freeing to feel less in the spotlight, despite it being as natural of a thing as talking. But with someone as unused to it as Kakyoin, the smaller things really get to him early on.

That’s what first floods his chest with warmth, genuinely enjoying a comfortable air developing through casual conversation. Not just that, there’s fondness in the tiniest input from you. Smiling at the others’ antics or laughing lightly when Kakyoin bickers with Polnareff.

Friendship is a necessary foundation to be established for an individual like Kakyoin to grow even remotely romantically interested.

And how long did it take for that to happen? For him to silently consider you a friend? Two weeks at most… it must’ve been. God, Kakyoin feels lightheaded just thinking about what that means to him.

You mean something to him already. How weird is that?

Kakyoin’s not necessarily avoidant of how he feels, merely perplexed. A rather new, but internally exciting position to be in.

His care for you making his heart race faster with each passing stand encounter.

There’s vigor in how he stands up for you if you’re hurt or are unable to fight for yourself. He keeps his temper, not the type to lose it, but his eyes speak to the emotions guiding his proaction.

And to his delight… you react the same whenever the role is reversed.

Now… yes, he knows you like sticking by him. And now that he’s thinking of it again, when was the last time you stick by Avdol too? You certainly don’t stand this close to anyone else. The physical distance having been growing smaller and smaller. You’re damn near hanging off his arm.

Kakyoin’s such an enabler, letting you do so without complaint. Head held up high.

Honestly… it takes weight off his shoulders. He appreciates the ease of recognizing mutual fondness. It furthers the comfortable air between you two.

All while Kakyoin’s kicking his past self for avoiding something that comes naturally to him when gazing into your eyes:

“And here I thought we’d finally be able to sleep in a bed.”

Kakyoin’s voice sounds gently, standing between you and Jotaro. The three students of the group… he often acted as a physical buffer you and the grump. There is reason for you to act cocky, considering Jotaro finally accepted the fact that you are even there just a few days ago.

You know better than to let it get to you, though. Especially since he still remains outwardly apathetic pretty much everything leaving your mouth. But he’ll listen when you speak and acknowledges your existence! Now, we’re talking.

Late into this particular night… none of the seethe radiating off him is directed at you.

The three of you are turned towards the lake before you, standing in a row. Conveniently looking away from both Polnareff and Joseph. Moonlight reflects against the water’s surface pleasantly. The smell of the cigarette Jotaro had smoked still lingering in the air, and invading your nostrils.

As sweet of a sight as the water may be, the scene doesn’t do much to ease any lingering wariness… only making eyelids feel heavier, if anything.

You glance downwards to your left, Polnareff still sulking by himself on the ground a few paces away. You felt a pang of pity looking at him. Just a moment of consideration later and you neglect to speak to him. Practically feeling the gentle annoyance of the two to your right. Not that… you don’t understand the sentiment.

Especially Kakyoin’s sighing mutter in particular.

“If the old man hadn’t screwed up,” Jotaro speaks up, his arms crossed as he responds. “We wouldn’t be out here hiding from the cops.”

Your gaze shifts away from Polnareff to nothing in particular a moment or two, your brows gently furrowed. Without contemplating it first, your head moves. Peering over at Kakyoin beside you.

“Least Mr. Joestar’s not in custody,” you comment lightly.

Just the idea of it is stressful… your heart hurting at the thought. Even more so, your brain stresses just from knowing how much precious time it would waste. Knowing full well by now you don’t even need to point that out to someone like Kakyoin. He just… gets it.

“Hmph…” Jotaro huffs, nearly a grunt.

Kakyoin’s eyes travel to meet yours, disregarding Jotaro’s dismissal of your trying optimism. The ghost of a smile appears on the redhead’s lips.

“Haven’t crossed the border yet,” he reminds you. His tone lacking the exhaustion it holds when pointing something out to the likes of Polnareff or Mr. Joestar. His pleasant smile… it lingers as well.

“Heh-…” you let out a lighthearted sigh and your trying expression fades a little. Not completely deterred by his words, your tone remains on the sweet side as you retort, “Way to spike my worry back up.”

To your relief, your lighthearted response only seems to amuse Kakyoin. The exact reaction you had hoped for.

“Mr. Joestar said he’s handling it… he owes us as much,” Kakyoin replies.

“Hmm… even after today?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “Giving him that much credit now, Kakyoin?”

He hums softly, trying to momentarily suppress his smile while rubbing his chin with his index finger. Moving his hand away when he sarcastically figures, “Well… he managed to grab us a car.”

“Small victories…?” you giggle lightly, raising your eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Small victories,” he nods in agreement, allowing his grin to grow wider.

Kakyoin’s smile… I’ve been seeing it a lot more lately, you note. I really hope it’s-

“Don’t fret, you two,” Joseph speaks up from behind.

He cuts the moment short and your stomach drops, making space for a familiar disappointment to pool inside. Your brows subtly furrow, and you biting your lower lip less you pull a pout. Not spiteful towards Joseph… just wishing the short talk with Kakyoin had time to continue.

You turn, only to see the older man casually gesturing to the aforementioned car he’d gotten his hands on. “I took care of things.”

Kakyoin doesn’t point it out less you sheep away in embarrassment, but the disappointment you think you don’t show… he notices.

Quietly allowing you to sit a bit too close beside him at restaurant tables, for example. That same look on your face when the spotlight shifts anywhere else… it’s totally worth it.

Or when you rest your head on his shoulder while taking a bus or car. Polnareff or Joseph will often prompt conversation that demands and derails attention. Even Kakyoin feels a silent sigh escape his nostrils.

Luckily, even more than explicitly mentioning it out loud, he wouldn’t dream of teasing you over it either. Win’t even throw you a knowing glance. Anything to keep you from hiding that cute expression away.

Wait, cute?

So… okay, he can work with that. Mhm. No need for concern or anything of the sort. It’s not like the descriptor popped into his head so fast he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. It’s just one little word… that crawled into his brain and refused to go to the back of it the majority of the car ride.

Well, this is happening, he distinctly recalls thinking.

Really, that’s about as long as it takes for him to come to terms with how he feels about you. The span of an overnight car ride.

Kakyoin may have purposely isolated himself for most of his life, but he’s too self-assured to think of pushing the feeling down.

More than that… you’re just so lovely.

When was the last time being this close to someone felt so right? Never? Good god… it all feels so natural when it comes to you, in and out of combat.

For a stand user… your generally pretty gentle as well.

Not there isn’t any mental strength in spite of or because of that sort of demeanor… Kakyoin just hadn’t personally experienced that before meeting you. And he really admires that.

Then again, Kakyoin’s the type to find beauty in practically everything in regards to the subject of his affections.

… is it weird to be thinking about one person this much? For Pete’s sake, is this what it’s like? Had his father felt like a moron like this too? Did Mr. Joestar think himself going nuts as well?

Perceived weirdness be damned, as soon as he’s fallen, he’s loyal and all in.

It’s similar to the natural progression of learning to enjoy the others’ company. Similar, yes, but the same? Not at all, of course.

And Kakyoin’s not the only one who notices the difference in your dynamic together; he’s most definitely got mixed feelings on that.

Avdol seemed to be the first.

Before Kakyoin noticed he’d caught feelings, Avdol would peer at the two of you with a tiny smile on his face. Kakyoin had thought back then he’d been amused on a surface level… which ended up not being correct with hindsight.

Damn it all… how could I let him notice before me? Kakyoin thinks, feeling more than a little foolish.

Kakyoin was lamenting over a look… god bless him.

Once the others start noticing, all hell has broken loose. They make Avdol look like a damn saint.

Joseph and Polnareff are a duo conceived in hell purely to torture Kakyoin. He won’t lie, he can get rather short with either of them in the face of their teasing. He’s really good at flipping the script on them and offering a harsh dig, which hasn’t failed in changing the conversation thus far.

“We have some time to kill after breakfast… you and Y/n should go out on a little rendezvous!” Joseph will suggest, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ha! I caught you staring again! You think you’re so slick, don’tcha?” Polnareff will laugh, nudging his arm a bit too harshly.

“You can pair with her while we separate and search… we know how much you like her!” they’ll both exclaim, no matter how inappropriate might be in the given situation.

… screw their feelings, Kakyoin’s going verbally nuclear.

Kakyoin would really prefer it they wouldn’t be so obvious with their teasing right in front of you. Unfortunately, getting on their case directly has proven to only encourage them further.

Worse of all… he can feel the judgement rolling off Jotaro’s body. Constantly. Uncomfortably.

He doesn’t say anything, and frankly, he doesn’t need to. As if Jotaro would need to do that to drive home a point.

Getting all close to you right beside or in front of Jotaro leaves Kakyoin dealing with the stink eye for a good ten minutes.

In all… it’s annoying, but not unbearably so. Nothing that warrants a conversation, anyway. You seem amused, at the very least.

What does make Kakyoin wary… is the situation you’re all in.

Never mind that in just the span of a month he’s got more people surrounding him than he previously thought possible. The circumstance in particular is what puts a strain on both his head and heart.

Definitely has an attitude of “Maybe after the journey…” for the majority of it.

You don’t seem to be the type to want to take much initiative, and he’s a touch too comfortable keeping things just the way they are. No need to rush when there are greater priorities.

Though, one could argue he’s procrastinating a little. Polnareff has certainly made the case.

The Frenchman couldn’t get him to budge… in fact, it’s a run in with a certain sleep-stalking stand that does.

The encounter solidified the update to his thinking the trip had been instigating, in more ways than one. It’s all to do with his returning confidence; growing fully reassured in himself once more.

Applicable both in and out of fights. As well as his approach to you, in particular.

The complete lack of control he had throughout most of the encounter… as well as how hard you tried understanding his position when no one else could… none of them are guaranteed to wake up the next morning, right?

And waiting…? Upon reflection, Kakyoin changes his perspective on it. How cowardly would that be?

He’s not about to face DIO again without letting you know how he feels first.

Too many possibilities could come from the inevitable confrontation, a good chunk of what he could think of not exactly being pleasant. He doesn’t want to plan for the worse… but he would prefer to step up and be there for you like he knows he wants to deep down.

Every day of the trip, as dangerous as it gets, were the better ones of his upbringing. That’s large in part because of you.

From assuming he’d never get close to wanting to speak about such a thing… to knowing he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

That being said, there weren’t many opportunities for a breather after crossing the desert. The boarder into Egypt moving closer and closer within the group’s reach with each passing hour.

And just as quickly as it was crossed… there was another attack- his very own sight put at risk.

In all honesty, he doesn’t remember much of the ordeal before waking up at the hospital with bandages over his eyes. He’d been going in and out of consciousness, enough to make his memory of the event rather hazy.

Kakyoin can recall the pain. That… and your presence at his side almost entirely throughout.

He didn’t know how to feel immediately about it.

Thankful for your presence, though not much could ground him in a situation like that one. Or guilt over you witnessing him in such a state.

He lands somewhere in the middle.

Fussing was pushed to the back of his mind the second his hospital room door was flung open not long after waking. Voices pooling into the clean yet bare space and footsteps making their way closer.

Booming and almost laughing, expressing relief to see him up and looking alive. Several hands patting him on the back or nudging his arm.

As well as a familiar hand gently touching his shoulder, a softer voice poking through the others.

He’s listened to it for hours collectively by now… but a part of him figures he could do it for days.

There’s a lingering warmth present, moral quite positive despite everyone understanding Kakyoin would be left behind for his recovery. Regardless… the fact that his eyesight wouldn’t be affected in the long run lifted a massive weight.

Kakyoin is too levelheaded to think otherwise, he knows you must move on without him.

But he finds himself hoping the moment will drag anyways:

“… I will catch up with you later,” Kakyoin assures with a smile. Bandages over his eyes… speaking to the group without the sight available to point his attention to anyone in particular.

Polnareff leaning forward, putting weight on his hands against the hospital bed mattress to his left. You sit facing him on his right, legs hanging off the side. The others circle around the bed as Kakyoin offers his words of encouragement in the face of his upcoming absence.

He’s too strong to sulk… you think, But it must sting to have to sit on the sidelines when we’re getting so close.

“It’s less than 800 kilometers to Cairo… and DIO,” he continues. “Everyone, you must be vigilant.”

Polnareff nods, giving Kakyoin a pat on the shoulder. The others give the redhead their well-wishes as the Frenchman offers you a glance before standing up straight, following Avdol and Jotaro out the door. The men shuffling towards the exit one by one.

You’re the last of the group to move, slowly sliding yourself off the hospital bed. Kakyoin’s head lowers, feeling the dip in the thin mattress vanish.

Joseph, taking up the rear of the group still diffusing out the room, pauses just before the doorway. Looking your way. “Y/n,” he mutters softly, halting you after taking only a single step.

“Hm?” you hum, biting your lower lip.

His lips curl into a smile, eyes glimmering with gentleness. “We’ll go and pay the bill. Could be quite the tedious process… we’ll meet you down in a few, alright?”

Thank you, Mr. Joestar, you think. Holding back a grin as you nod a handful of times hastily.

“Heh…” the old man huffs out a soft laugh, his expression shifting to a smirk before exiting the room. The door clicking shut behind him.

You turn back towards Kakyoin… noting how he’s lifted his head once more. The sunlight pools in through elongated windows, shining against his skin. Unharmed from what you can see… aside from pale bandages wrapped around his eyes. Anything to keep you from seeing his eyes a mutilated, bloodied mess like that ever again.

“Y/n,” he calls your name, lightly gesturing for you to sit down again and pulling you from your silent gawking.

With a smile, you accept the invitation. Plopping right back down where you’d been sitting… if not a little closer. Kakyoin turns his head a tad, close enough to your general direction.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“A favor?” you echo, humming in thought. Both your voices have quieted. Pleasant, but gentler in the comfort of one-on-one company. “Of course… what do you need, Kakyoin?”

He reaches to his right, fingertips searching for the surface of a tiny nightstand next to the hospital bed. When he finds it, his hand smartly slides down its top drawer. Opening it and shuffling around inside, taking a moment to find whatever he’s looking for.

He shuts the drawer with a clenched fist a moment later, fingers wrapped around the unseen object he had grabbed.

“May I have your hand?” he asks, his free hand lifting up with an open palm.

“Mhm,” you hum, gently placing your hand atop his.

Kakyoin lets out a soft chuckle when he feels your smaller hand rest in his hold. Having touched it enough by now to recognize it’s yours by the feel alone. Letting it sit that way a second before gingerly flipping your hand over. Guiding the movement via your wrist, so that he instead cradles your hand while it lies palm-up in patient expectation.

“Keep these safe for me while I recover, will you?”

Without a word of warning, his other hand reaches out and places what he’d retreated in the palm of your hand. Two little red marble-looking balls now sit there, attached to silver hooks that let them both dangle at a slight curve.

“Your… earrings?” you ask, voice dropping to a whisper. Peering down at the dainty set in your hand. “Kakyoin, I don’t under-“

“Keep them with you… and make sure they remind you to keep yourself safe, okay?”

You lift your gaze, taken aback by the gentleness of his tone. Aside from today, you’d hardly ever seen seen him without wearing the set. Only removed on the handful of occasions he’s traded with Jotaro or Polnareff.

“Are you sure…?” you ask, blinking dumbly.

“Yeah,” he confirms, nodding. “I’ll take them back when I see you again. How about that?”

Your fingers curl around the earrings, holding them secure. The backs lightly poke your skin, but your hand keeps its hold. Resolving to keep them safe and on your person. A piece of him that will continue journey on with you while he’s in recovery.

“Is that a promise, Kakyoin?” you ask him, knowing the answer as soon as the question leaves your lips.

“Heh…” he chuckles lightly, his head tilting to the side once again. “Certainly. I’ll be back before you know it… but really… I’d like you to promise me you’ll be safe.”

Kakyoin holds your hand tighter in his, and his free hand blindly reaches out. Bumping against your shoulder, before finding its intended destination on your face. As soon as his fingertips brush against your cheek, your heart skips a beat. Holding your jaw gingerly, as if he were handling porcelain.

“I promise, Kakyoin, I promise…” you assure gently. There’s really no certainty in safety from here on out, the fact that he’s in a hospital bed making it apparent.

Kakyoin, for once, doesn’t care if it’s silly. Just hearing you promise to look out for yourself helps him swallow the reality that he’ll be absent from your side.

“Thank you,” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “I couldn’t stand it if I heard of you getting seriously hurt-”

“Kakyoin…”

“-without me being there to have anything to do about it. Because I… really-“

“Kakyoin, should we even-“

“Noriaki,” he cuts you off gently, his hand squeezing yours. Not wanting to let you avoid the conversation. “Please, Y/n, call me Noriaki.”

“I-…” you hesitate, heart feeling heavy. Is this really happening? “It’s… not like you to… you know…”

“Be so forward?” he asks, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“No, no, you’re forward…” you admit, letting out a laugh. You feel pleasantly lightheaded; surprised by the turn the goodbye has taken. How right it feels. “It’s not like you to… be this forward. Understand what I mean?”

His thumb lightly brushes along the skin on your cheek, leaning himself forward. Careful as he invades your personal space, slowly ensuring his position is aligned the way he’s hoping it is.

“I do. Is it alright…?” he asks, listening intently for any hint he’s pushing you too much. Only receiving a beat of silence, his heart halts in place until he picks up on your bashful reply:

“It is… erm, Noriaki.”

He smiles again, nodding and keeping lips pressed together… and if you could see his eyes, you assume there’d be a gleam of amusement present within. You wait for his reply, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, he takes in a deep breath before leaning in further, taking you by surprise yet again. His lips pressing against yours.

They’re still chapped and dry from the desert heat, just like your own. But he moves slow and gentle, barely a sound in the room accept for hesitant lips interlocking in a bashful first kiss. He’s inexperienced with it, but the two of you follow each other and melt into the action with the angling of your faces.

His hand stays put on your cheek, and his other squeezes your fist, his heart swelling with the knowledge you’re still carrying his earrings. Letting out a sigh of relief into the kiss before hesitantly breaking it.

“Noriaki…” you whisper, following along and pulling away from the kiss when he does.

It made your heart do flips… leaving you with wanting more. But you know time is short. Your eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall, frowning at the realization you should’ve descended to the first level three minutes ago.

“You uhm…” you clear your throat. “You owe me another when you catch up with us.”

“Hmph,” he smiles, dropping his hand from your face. “You got a deal. I’d really like to see the look on your face after doing something like that. You get really red under casual circumstances, you know that?”

“… I wish I didn’t learn that just now, Noriaki.”

Kakyoin listens as your footsteps carry outside his hospital room, his smile lingering on his face long after you’re gone.

The coming days will be slow… but the idea there’s people eager for his return makes it all bearable. People who truly know him and harboring mutual loyalty… it’s still funny for him to ponder. Likely will be for a a good while.

The future looks brighter with someone like you a part of his life. Kakyoin cannot help but look forward to it without hesitation on his mind and merely flourishing hope in his heart.

He’s got someone at his side he truly loves, after all, and that means more to him than he’d ever know how to properly express.

[xmads-omensx]

Pairing: Dad!Noah Sebastian X Wife!Reader

CW: thunderstorms

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“Daddy!” A soft voice called out, filled with fear as lightning lit up the bedroom you shared with your husband.

Noah didn’t even look at you before running out towards the voice, his daughter’s safety becoming his priority.

You followed after him.

“Baby it’s okay.” Noah said in a soft and calming voice, picking Elsie up and holding her to his chest as her small body shook with fear.

“Daddy I’m scared.” She mumbled, fear evident in her voice as tears began to pool.

“And that’s okay. Thunderstorms are scary. Even mommy gets scared sometimes.” Noah reassured.

Elsie turned to look at you standing in the doorway.

“Really mommy?” She asked, eyes hopeful.

“Yeah baby.” You replied gently. “And daddy always helps me feel safe.”

Elsie turned to look back at Noah before snuggling close to his bare chest.

You smiled at your husband as he repositioned himself to be sat on her bed at an awkward angle due to its tiny size, and pulled the small princess covers up over his legs and high enough to cover Elsie.

“Daddy’s got you bug.” He whispered, kissing her temple as he brushed her wild hair down soothingly.

Elsie definitely inherited her bed-head from her father.

“Remember how daddy showed you to breathe when you get scared?” Noah asked.

Elsie nodded.

“In for seven…. Aaaand out for eleven…. Good job baby. And again in for seven… and out for eleven. You’re doing so good.” He coached, making sure she slowed her breathing down.

Then, Noah began to sing.

The familiar lyrics warmed your heart as you went about turning on Elsie’s fairy lights to create a safe and cozy haven for her.

“There are scars that never ever show themselves…” Noah began to sing.

His voice was quiet as Elsie didn’t like it when Noah sang to her with his proper singing voice, claiming it was too loud at bedtime.

As Noah continued to sing to your daughter, your heart warmed.

“Build me up or tear me down, I will never make a sound. Build me up or tear me down…”

Elsie’s small body softened as she drifted into sleep, her tiny hand clutching Noah’s much larger one.

“If I'm there to catch you when you fall. You'll have a friend down in Hell after all…”

Noah’s hand continued tracing soothing shapes on Elsie’s back, clearly having no interest in rejoining you in your shared bed.

You retreated on your own, feeling warmed by your husband’s love for your daughter.

You could still hear his voice from your bedroom.

“And if you're there to catch me when I fall. Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all.”

[driftersreverie]

For the lifetime he has lived, Scaramouche had nothing to favor.

There was nothing for him to pick, anyway. He had no hobbies, for all the tasks he learnt to do in the past were just that - tasks. He'd done those out of a need for a purpose, a drive for validation, but Scaramouche was no longer a fledgling stranded on a branch. Flowers and trees are all the same to him, and this unsubstantial world never lacked its flora anyway - always something new to find, to marvel at, then to be bored of in the end. Don't even get him started on mortals — animals and humans alike — that lived the most boring and short and miniscule lives when compared to the lifespan he spent alive. Scaramouche would spit and scowl and curse -- how absurd for one to think he'd care for another worthless life that would just die out in barely half a year he'd know them.

Scaramouche had nothing special to call his favourite, and there was no reason for him to do so then.

But the Wanderer does now.

The Wanderer wakes up in the morning, mechanically so yet humanly still blinking away the fog of sleep. He forgets not his hat, not his scarf, and definitely not the personality of a man-puppet that's lived 500 years and more, then he leaves Buer's side to find you.

His day only truly begins when it's your face that he sees first. He wastes no time; he greets you, says his 'hello's, maybe add something remarkably sassy just to see you hold back your irritation and force a smile so awfully unlike you. The Wanderer snickers, a battle won in which he knows you liked him enough not storm off like a certain "senior" Kshahrewar (he's older, mind you) or scatter like bugs on a kitchen floor. Without warning, you then held his hand in yours, perfectly fit as all things should be, and he doesn't shy away - at least, you don't think so. The only thing that gave him away, had you looked closer, is the downwards tilt of his hat, and the uncharacteristic smile he cannot suppress.

With you, the Wanderer finds good company in ridiculous, inaccurate history books; in boring, nosy lectures he loathed to join; in the busy streets and bustling bazaars that he disliked strolling through; and in the stillness of the night and his quiet mind. He never realizes it, but he looks forward to seeing that wonderful smile on your face. Every sarcastic quip he would anticipate your bright laugh, no matter how many times he'd call it grating for his mechanical ears. In each and every joyous expression, this childish and naive puppet hopes that he'd remain the sole reason for them.

Yes, the Wanderer fails to see a reason to start having favourites in this new chance of life, but he didn't need a reason nor excuse to allow you to claim your place in his heart - his number one priority and first exception to everything.

(And because I partake in EBG; @iceunhie @naraven . Thank me later ;D - assistant)

[preydefiler]

hey y'all

it's been a minute. I wanna start by saying I'm sorry to everyone I worried. I needed to take some time for myself and spend some time in introspection. I'm still learning a lot about myself, figuring out who I am and what I want. I needed to realign my priorities and focus less on social media, more on my actual life. I'm okay, I'm not in danger or hurt or anything. I'm figuring things out. Figuring myself out. Spending a lot more of my time journaling, reading queer theory, and being mindful and intentional about whatever it is I'm doing. I'm getting a sewing machine this weekend, gonna start learning how to sew. Still a horndog, still a perv. I still think about being called dad while I'm driving my knot deep inside my boy who's panting and crying and trying to get away on it, one hand on his skull and the other in the small of its back, growling about how they're mine, mine, mine, all mine.... sorry what was i saying?

anyway, point is, I'm not dead, I will be around from time to time, but no longer full time blogging. I'm reducing the access people have to me and tightening my boundaries. I'm learning myself and learning to love myself. Focusing my attention on bug and on myself. Finding my validation in myself first and foremost. and spending so so so much time loving on my incredible partner every step of the way. oh also my birthday is in like. 3 days. wild. anyway thats enough rambling, dad loves y'all byeee!

[warframestuff]

Hotfixing will be paused while we move to an Interim Cert Update! During this “Hotfix dark” phase, the team will continue to log your bug reports & feedback for continued fixes towards 1999 and Techrot Encore content.

One important note: during this downtime, the iOS team may continue to Hotfix to tackle performance improvements exclusive to the Mobile platform!

Also, Devstream 187 is being primed for you! Join us on April 25th at 2 p.m. ET for a ‘sillier’ look at all things Warframe development, PLUS get a sneak peek at designing a new Warframe Augment Mod! Tuning in from start to finish will net you 3 items from our ‘Cursed x Blessed Grab Bag’ Twitch Drop!

Like always, our next Cert Update includes further code fixes. Code describes changes made directly to the engine, which requires Certification from each Console platform to pass its checks, such as ensuring an Update doesn’t crash the machine itself. 

We also need to ensure Cross Platform Play parity so all Tenno can continue to play together! 

You can find further details on the “Code” and “Cert” processes here! 

Curious about a few of the resolved issues from our ‘Known Issues’ list? You can expect to see the following issues resolved*:

Gyre's Conductive Sphere Augment applies an electricity bonus to enemy bullets as well.

Yareli’s with Evade subsumed can’t gain Evade duration on headshot kill whle riding Merulina.

Initial Combo doesn’t grow while Mesa or Jade’s Exalted Weapons are active.

Coda and normal Catabolyst primary fire always causing screen shake.

Coda Motorvore inherits IPS damage Mods from Exalted Melee Weapons that are using Melee Doughty.

Wirematrix Ephemera can cause stuttering on lower-spec machines

Cloaked appearances in settings doesn’t apply to Archwings or Railjacks when invisible.

First Archgun Mod in Archwing is ignored if player is below MR30 and has used all available Capacity on the Archgun.

Unveiled Rivens that were unveiled by completing the challenge will be hidden by "Hide Equipped" toggle in the Trading Menu if it hasn't been equipped on a weapon since unveiling.

This causes players to think their Rivens are not available to trade, when they are secretly considered "equipped" on the backend and therefore hidden by this toggle.

Falling out of the Concert in the Technocyte Coda Showdown means instant fail on death in subsequent runs.

As well, we’ll have some quality of life improvements coming with future Updates, such as:

Adding the ability to modify your Warframe loadout from the Archimedea menus.

* The bounty of issues on our Known Issues list is still a priority, but some aren’t in a state to confirm as 100% “fixed.” Additionally, we’ll continue to test the above fixes to ensure they are fully resolved on all platforms should any outlying issues arise. 

Like always, we’ll be present in our usual spots! Whether we’re hunting bugs, gathering feedback, or talking directly with you, we’ll be here:

Prime Time, Warframe International and Devshorts!

Devstream 187 is primed for April 25th!

We’ll be at PAX East 2025, bringing along our Devstream 188 on May 10th at 3 p.m. ET! Tune in to hear more about our next big Update!

Thank you for your patience and understanding, Tenno. We’re looking forward to discussing even more Warframe with you at Devstream 187 and Devstream 188 shortly after!

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

You'll never guess who's requesting this cuz you've never met me 😈

Anyways CAN you do maybe the outsiders boys reaction to an albino greaser? It can be any gender and be reader I just wanna know what you think they'd do or say

Sincerely

A greaser named bug

Nice to meet you bug 😏 but ofccccccc I hope you like it bug💗 I’ll also try to make it gender neutral.

Sincerely

Someone who is winging it🫶🏻

Darrell Curtis

Darry first met you at the grocery store when you were struggling to reach a box of cereal on the top shelf. Being the gentleman he is, he stepped in to grab it for you, and that’s where your conversations started. He was instantly intrigued by your unique appearance.

At first, he was nervous about asking you out. Darry’s got that quiet, steady confidence, but something about you threw him off in the best way. Maybe it was the way your pale skin seemed to glow under the store lights or the sharp intelligence in your eyes.

He loved learning more about albinism and made it a priority to understand how to support you. He’s the type of guy who’d read up on the importance of sunglasses, sunscreen, and any health concerns, making sure you’re always protected. He’d carry a pair of your sunglasses in his truck just in case you forgot yours.

The gang noticed how protective he became of you. If they were hanging out in the sun, Darry made sure there was a shady spot for you to sit and wouldn’t hesitate to drag a chair over for you.

Ponyboy, being a little poetic, would occasionally compare you to the moon soft, glowing, and beautiful. You’d always laugh, but Darry would get this proud, quiet smile like, Yeah, that’s mine.

Darry loved running his hands through your hair. He was mesmerized by its silky white strands and would sometimes find himself just brushing it back while you sat beside him. It became one of his favorite ways to relax after work.

He’d often remind you that you’re beautiful, especially if you ever felt self-conscious about standing out. If someone dared to make a rude comment, Darry’s calm demeanor would snap. He wouldn’t cause a scene, but the steel in his voice when he told someone to back off made it clear they’d regret crossing him.

Date nights were always thoughtful but practical. Darry loved taking you to quieter places, like drive-in movies or picnics at the park during sunset when the sunlight wasn’t too harsh. He loved seeing you comfortable and happy.

The boys absolutely adored you. You brought a calmness to the Curtis house that even Darry appreciated. Whenever things got rowdy, you’d just smile and remind Darry to let loose every now and then.

One night, Soda teased Darry by calling him “lovesick” after he caught Darry staring at you while you talked with Ponyboy. Instead of denying it, Darry just grinned and said, “What can I say? There one of a kind.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda first noticed you while working at the DX. You came in to ask for directions, and the way the sunlight hit your pale skin and silvery hair made him freeze mid sentence. He’d always been a charmer, but with you, he couldn’t help but stutter.

He immediately turned on the charm after recovering, offering to help you with more than just directions. “Need your tires checked? Oil changed? A tour guide around town? I’m your guy.”

From that day, you started coming by the DX more often sometimes for gas, sometimes just to chat. Soda would always light up when he saw you pull in, running to your car before Steve even had the chance to look your way.

Soda loved how unique you were, always calling you his “snow angel” or “moonbeam.” He’d joke that you were so stunning, people had to wear sunglasses just to look at you.

He’d constantly find little ways to dote on you. If it was sunny, he’d remind you to put on sunscreen and even apply it for you if you let him. On cloudy days, he’d wrap his arm around you, saying, “Perfect weather for my perfect baby.”

Soda was fiercely protective. If anyone ever stared too long or made a rude comment about your albinism, he’d immediately jump in with his signature mix of charm and sass. “Yeah, they’re gorgeous, ain’t they? You want an autograph or something?”

He’d love showing you off to the gang. When he introduced you to them, he couldn’t stop grinning and kept saying, “aren’t they just the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ponyboy would occasionally ask questions about your albinism, and you’d patiently explain it to him. Soda would listen intently too, wanting to understand everything he could about you.

He loved touching your hair. Whether it was brushing his fingers through it or playing with a strand absentmindedly, he was mesmerized by how soft and silky it was. He’d often joke, “How’d I get lucky enough to date someone straight out of a fairytale?”

Date nights with Soda were always fun and full of energy. He’d take you to the drive in, carnival, or the park for a late night walk when the sun wasn’t an issue. He’d always make you laugh, whether it was through goofy jokes or sneaking extra popcorn into the movies.

Soda would constantly remind you how beautiful you were, especially if you ever felt self conscious about standing out. “You’re one in a million, babe. Nobody else could even come close to you.”

One time, you caught Soda telling Steve, “they’re not just gorgeous, man. They’re everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Steve teased him for being so sappy, but Soda just shrugged with a goofy grin.

One day when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by the stares, soda would wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head, and whisper “Your my moonbeam, babe. Nobody else shines like you do.”

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony first saw you at the library, tucked away in a corner with a book in your lap. He couldn’t help but stare your pale skin and snowy hair seemed almost unreal, like you’d stepped out of a storybook.

You caught him staring, and he quickly looked away, blushing furiously. When you smiled at him, though, it gave him enough courage to strike up a conversation.

He was captivated by how soft spoken and kind you were. You bonded over your shared love of books, and Ponyboy found himself seeking you out every time he went to the library.

Pony was curious about your albinism but was too polite to ask at first. When you brought it up yourself, he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions to understand you better. He admired how confident you were about explaining something so personal.

The first time he complimented you, it was so casual and genuine that it caught you off guard. “Your hair looks just like starlight,” he said while flipping through a book, as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

Pony would write poems about you how your skin glowed in the moonlight or how your unique beauty reminded him of something ethereal. He’d never show them to you unless you stumbled upon one in his notebook, which would make him turn redder than a tomato.

He loved taking you to quiet places where you could talk and relax. His favorite spot was a secluded area by the riverbank where the sunlight wasn’t too harsh, and you could read together.

Pony was fiercely protective in his own quiet way. If anyone made a rude comment or stared too long, he wouldn’t yell or fight, but his sharp, icy glare was enough to make them regret it.

The gang absolutely adored you. They teased Pony about how smitten he was, but they genuinely appreciated the calm and warmth you brought to their rowdy group. Even Dallas, who wasn’t easily impressed, would crack a rare grin when you were around.

Pony loved running his fingers through your hair, fascinated by its silky texture. “It’s like clouds,” he’d murmur, almost in awe.

On tougher days, when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by how much you stood out, Pony would comfort you with his words. “You’re not different in a bad way, y’know? You’re different in the kind of way that makes people remember you. Like a rare flower or a shooting star.”

He’d sometimes read aloud to you, his voice soft and full of emotion. Whether it was poetry, Shakespeare, or something you’d picked, he always managed to make the words sound magical.

One time, Johnny caught Ponyboy staring at you with this dreamy expression, and when he teased him about it, Pony just shrugged and said, “Can you blame me? They’re like the main character in every story I’ve ever loved.”

Johnny Cade

The first time Johnny saw you was at the park. You were sitting alone, sketching in a notebook. He was too shy to approach you at first, but when he saw your drawing, he couldn’t help but compliment it. “That’s real nice,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him with a smile, and Johnny was immediately struck by how unique and beautiful you were. He wasn’t used to talking to girls, especially not ones who looked like they belonged in a painting.

Over time, you and Johnny started spending more time together, often at the park or the lot. You’d draw while he watched, and he’d tell you about his life, feeling comfortable enough to open up in a way he rarely did with anyone else.

He was fascinated by your albinism. When you mentioned it casually one day, he listened intently, his dark eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. “You’re… real different. In a good way,” he said softly, trying not to sound awkward.

Johnny was always gentle and considerate, making sure you were comfortable. If the sun was too bright, he’d offer his jacket to shield you or suggest moving to a shady spot. He’d even remind you to put on sunscreen, though he’d blush while doing it.

He loved your hair and often found himself staring at it, amazed by how soft and light it looked. If you ever let him touch it, he’d do so tentatively, like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

The gang noticed how much happier Johnny seemed when he was around you. They teased him about it, but he didn’t mind too much he was just glad to have someone like you in his life.

You made Johnny feel seen and appreciated in a way he wasn’t used to. He’d always felt like a shadow, but with you, he felt like he mattered.

He’d get protective of you, especially if anyone made rude comments or stared too long. While he wasn’t the type to start fights, he’d stand his ground if he thought someone was being disrespectful.

One of Johnny’s favorite things was watching you draw. He’d sit beside you in quiet awe, occasionally asking about your process or offering ideas. Once, you surprised him by sketching a portrait of him, and he was so touched he couldn’t find the words to thank you.

Johnny wasn’t great with words, but he had his own way of showing how much he cared. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like a pretty rock, a flower, or a book he borrowed from the library.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Johnny would do everything he could to comfort you. “You’re… special,” he’d say quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “Not just ‘cause of how you look. You’re just… you. And that’s more than enough.”

He loved quiet moments with you, like sitting under the stars and talking about your dreams. You’d reassure him that he was more than his tough life, and he’d start to believe it when he saw how much you cared.

One night, when you asked him why he always seemed so amazed by you, he looked at you with soft, honest eyes and said, “’Cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a lot of sunsets.”

Dallas Winston

Dally first noticed you when you walked into Buck’s for a drink. Your pale skin and bright hair stood out in the smoky, dimly lit bar, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Well, ain’t you a sight,” he said, flashing his trademark smirk.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or genuinely interested, but Dally didn’t waste any time making it clear he was intrigued. He’d swagger over, lean against the bar, and say, “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this? Lookin’ for trouble?”

Dally was fascinated by your appearance. He wasn’t used to seeing someone so unique, and he made it a point to tell you just how stunning you were sometimes in the bluntest, most Dally way possible. “You’re somethin’ else, doll. Never seen anyone like you, and I’ve been around.”

He loved the way people’s eyes lingered on you when you were together. It fed his ego to know he had someone as striking as you by his side. If anyone dared to say something rude, though, Dally wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch. “Got somethin’ to say? Didn’t think so.”

Dally was surprisingly attentive when it came to your albinism. He’d tease you about being a “snow angel” or “ghost,” He’d casually hand you his jacket if you forgot to bring something to cover up. “Don’t need you fryin’ out here, babe.”

He wasn’t the type to outright say how much he cared, but his actions spoke louder than words. Whether it was making sure you stayed out of trouble or keeping people from bothering you, Dally always had your back.

He loved your hair. He’d run his fingers through it, tug it gently, or just brush it back while giving you that cocky grin. “Soft as hell,” he’d mutter, almost like he was talking to himself.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally had a soft spot for you. You brought out a gentler side of him that few people ever saw. He’d still act like a rebel, but around you, he’d lower his walls just enough to let you see the real him.

The gang noticed the change in him when you were around. He was still Dally rough, cocky, and wild but they could see how protective he was of you. Even TwoBit joked, “Looks like Dally’s finally gone soft,” earning a glare from him.

Dally loved taking you on reckless adventures. Whether it was sneaking into movies, speeding down empty roads, or getting into places you weren’t supposed to be, he made sure life with him was never boring.

When you felt self-conscious about standing out, Dally wouldn’t sugarcoat his response. “So what if people stare? Let ‘em. They’re just jealous they’ll never look as good as you do, doll.”

He loved showing you off, especially in public. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he’d smirk at anyone who dared to look your way. “Yeah, they’re with me. Got a problem with that?”

On rare, quiet nights, he’d open up to you about his rough life, surprised by how much comfort your presence gave him. He’d never admit it outright, but being with you made him feel like maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

One night, after a particularly wild day, he turned to you with a serious look in his eyes and said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, doll. Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

Steve Randle

Steve first noticed you at the DX when you came in to get your car checked out. He was working under the hood of a car, but when you walked in, he nearly dropped his wrench. “Holy smokes,” he muttered under his breath, barely able to keep his cool.

Unlike Soda, who was always smooth with compliments, Steve’s reaction to you was clumsy. “Uh, you need… uh… gas or somethin’? Wait, no, you’re here for the car. Obviously.” It was awkward but endearing.

He was fascinated by your looks but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Instead of outright saying something, he’d sneak little glances your way, trying to act casual. It was Soda who eventually teased him into actually asking you out.

Steve loved working on your car just so he had an excuse to see you. He’d take extra care to make sure everything was perfect, even throwing in a free tune up here and there. “Gotta keep your ride running smooth, just like you.”

He quickly learned about your albinism when you explained why you always wore sunglasses and avoided the sun. Steve didn’t know much about it but was eager to learn. “So, sunscreen’s, like, a must, huh? Don’t worry I’ll keep some in the car for you.”

He loved showing you off to people, especially when they stared. Wrapping an arm around you, he’d smirk and say, “Yeah, they’re with me. Bet you’ve never seen anyone like them, huh?”

Steve could get hot headed if anyone said something rude about you. He wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands if he thought someone was disrespecting you. “Got somethin’ to say? Say it to me.”

The gang teased Steve endlessly about how much he adored you, but he didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m whipped. So what?” he’d say, shrugging it off with a grin.

Steve loved taking you for rides in his car, especially at night when the sun wasn’t a problem. He’d crank up the radio, roll down the windows, and let you feel the wind in your hair as he drove around town.

He wasn’t great with words, but he’d always find little ways to show how much he cared like fixing things for you, bringing you your favorite snacks, or surprising you with a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Steve wouldn’t let you dwell on it. “Babe, you’re a knockout. People don’t stare ‘cause you’re weird they stare ‘cause they’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as you.”

One time, he caught himself staring at you while you were talking to Ponyboy about books. When you asked what he was looking at, he just smirked and said, “My baby, that’s what. Can’t blame me, can ya?”

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit first saw you at the movies when you were sitting in the row ahead of him. He couldn’t help but lean forward and crack a joke about the film, just to get your attention. When you laughed, he was hooked.

After the movie, he practically ran after you to introduce himself. “So, do I get the honor of knowing the name of the prettiest person in the theater?” he’d ask with his signature grin.

Two-Bit loved teasing you, but it was always playful and never mean-spirited. He’d call you things like “Snowflake” but the way he said it always made you laugh instead of cringe.

He was completely fascinated by your appearance. “You look like you belong on one of those fancy magazine covers,” he’d say with a smirk. “Maybe I should start carrying a camera around just to keep up with you.”

The first time he learned about your albinism, he made a big deal about how cool it was. “Wait, so you’re, like, one in a million? That’s wild. I always knew I had good taste.”

Two-Bit was incredibly protective in his own goofy way. If someone stared at you too long, he’d walk up to them and say, “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” If they kept it up, his tone would shift to something sharper. “You deaf, pal? Move it.”

He loved to joke about how pale you were, but he always followed it up with a compliment. “You’re so bright, you’re putting the sun to shame. No wonder I need sunglasses around you.”

The gang quickly noticed how smitten he was. They’d tease him relentlessly, but he’d just shrug and grin. “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy. Not everyone gets a snow angel for a partner .”

Two-Bit loved taking you on silly adventures, like sneaking into drive ins or pranking random people in the neighborhood. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Let’s make some memories.”

He was surprisingly sweet when it came to taking care of you. He’d always remind you to put on sunscreen or bring sunglasses, even jokingly offering to carry an umbrella for shade. “Gotta keep my snowflake from melting.”

If you ever felt self conscious about your albinism, Two-Bit would immediately shut it down with his humor and charm. “Babe, if everyone else doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, that’s their loss. Guess that means I get you all to myself.”

He loved showing you off in public. “Yep, that’s my mine,” he’d say with a cocky grin whenever someone glanced your way. “Go ahead and look, but don’t touch. They’re taken.”

One time, he surprised you with a snow globe he found at a thrift shop. “Look! It reminded me of you tiny, perfect, and way outta my league.”

Late at night, when the two of you were alone, his goofy side would fade, and he’d get more serious. “You know I’m crazy about you, right? Don’t need to change a thing about yourself, doll. You’re perfect as is.”

Tim Shepard

Tim first saw you hanging around the neighborhood, and while he didn’t usually stop to notice people, you caught his eye immediately. Your pale skin, white hair, and quiet confidence stood out in a world of chaos.

He wasn’t the type to stumble over his words, so he walked right up to you, smirking. “You lost, or do you just like hangin’ out in rough neighborhoods?” When you fired back a sassy response, he knew you were someone he wanted to know better.

Tim was intrigued by your albinism, though he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He’d ask a few questions here and there, always casual, but it was clear he found your uniqueness fascinating.

He loved the way you stood out from everyone else. “You’re not like the other people around here,” he’d say, his voice low and sincere. “And that’s a good thing.”

Tim wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he was fiercely protective of you. If anyone stared too long or made a rude comment, they’d get a cold glare or worse.

Despite his tough exterior, Tim had a soft spot for you. He’d go out of his way to make sure you were safe and comfortable, even if it meant slowing down his usually chaotic lifestyle.

The Shepard gang respected you immediately because of how much Tim cared about you. Nobody dared to mess with you, knowing full well Tim would make them regret it.

Tim wasn’t much for words, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d walk you home after dark, make sure you ate when you were too busy to remember, and even fix things around your house without being asked.

You brought out a softer side of him that few people ever saw. While he was still tough and intimidating to everyone else, with you, he was patient and gentle.

On tough days, when you felt self conscious about standing out, Tim would sit beside you, his hand resting on your knee. “Look, you’re not just different you’re better. They don’t like it? Screw ‘em. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

He wasn’t big on romantic gestures, but he had his moments. Once, he carved your initials into a tree in the lot where his gang hung out, grinning as he showed you. “Figured I’d make it official.”

Tim loved taking you for rides in his car , especially at night when the world felt quiet. He’d let you wrap your arms around him as he sped through the streets, the wind in your hair. “Ain’t nobody out here but us, doll. Feels nice, don’t it?”

Despite his rough and tumble lifestyle, Tim was incredibly careful with you. He made sure you never felt like you had to change who you were to fit into his world. “You’re already perfect,” he’d say, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Curly Shepard

Curly first noticed you at a party when one of his friends pointed you out, saying, “Look at that angel over there.” At first, he rolled his eyes, but when he turned and saw you, his cocky smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting someone who looked so… different and stunning.

He sauntered over to you with that signature swagger, crossing his arms and flashing you a grin. “So, what’s someone like you doin’ at a party like this? Slummin’ it with us hoods?” He meant it as a joke, but he couldn’t help the genuine curiosity in his tone.

Curly was the type to tease you relentlessly, calling you “Snow White” or “Frostbite,” but there was never any malice behind his words. If anything, it was his way of flirting and he loved how flustered you’d get.

He was fascinated by your albinism but didn’t ask a million questions like most people did. Instead, he’d make casual observations, like, “Your hair’s brighter than the streetlights, babe,” or, “You’re the first person I’ve met who can outshine the moon.”

Curly was protective to the extreme. If anyone stared at you too long or said something stupid, he’d immediately step in, cracking his knuckles and smirking dangerously. “ you got 3 seconds to apologize or I’m going to knock your face in’.”

He loved showing you off, especially to his gang. “Yeah, they’re with me,” he’d say proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ain’t they somethin’?”

Curly had no problem stealing things for you. If you mentioned wanting something, he’d show up with it the next day, shrugging nonchalantly when you asked how he got it. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe. Just call it a gift.”

He was always playful, constantly messing with you in the cutest ways. He’d steal your sunglasses, hold them above your head, and laugh as you tried to grab them back. “C’mon, you don’t need these. You’re already too cool.”

If you ever felt self conscious about standing out, Curly would be quick to shut it down. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? They’re just jealous they ain’t half as good lookin’ as you.”

He had a wild side and loved dragging you along on his adventures, whether it was sneaking into drive-ins, racing through town on a stolen bike, or just causing trouble in the neighborhood. “Stick with me, doll. Life’s never boring when you’re rollin’ with Curly Shepard.”

Despite his tough exterior, Curly had a soft side that he only showed to you. When it was just the two of you, he’d let his guard down, resting his head in your lap or holding your hand while you talked about everything and nothing.

He wasn’t great with romantic words, but he’d show his affection through his actions. Whether it was giving you his jacket on a chilly night or showing up to your house at midnight just to see you, he always found a way to remind you how much he cared.

One night, as the two of you sat on the hood of his car, staring at the stars, Curly turned to you and said, “You know, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it.”

[stevie-petey]

COME HOME BLURBS

all blurbs can be found here and in chronological order below <3

RULES: just send me an ask about whatever scene or moment from come home youd like to see :) i will always tag the season the blurb is supposed to be in, and a blurb request can be another character’s perspective from scenes in chapters, or thoughts about bug, and scenes i never expanded upon with her.

IF I DON’T RESPOND: that means your blurb either has gotten lost or im working on writing it ! sometimes it can take me months to do a blurb due to other priorities, so please be patient <3

BEFORE SEASON 1

⤷ your father doesn’t come home

⤷ the first code blue

⤷ you meet jonathan

⤷ you meet lucas

⤷ you meet joyce

⤷ the first time you see steve

⤷ jonathan realizes hes in love with you

⤷ the first time robin sees you

⤷ a sleepover with jonathan

⤷ steve watches you during lunch

⤷ you and jonathan take the party trick or treating

⤷ jonathan, nancy, steve, robin, and eddie admire you for different reasons

SEASON 1

⤷ joyce berates jonathan for how hes been treating you

⤷ why jonathan almost kisses you

⤷ steve calls you pathetic

⤷ jonathan almost loses you

⤷ why steve comes back to save you

⤷ the party worries about you and jonathan

SEASON 2

⤷ what steve was thinking when you pulled away

⤷ why jonathan punched billy

⤷ what steve was thinking when you drove him home

⤷ steve finds himself jealous of how close you and jonathan are

⤷ jonathan realizes its no longer him who protects you

⤷ nancy helps dustin when you can’t

⤷ steve meets your mom

SEASON 3

⤷ steve dreams about kissing you

⤷ jonathan drives to you after a fight with nancy

⤷ drugged up steve and robin talk about you

⤷ dustin is worried about you in the vents

⤷ billy tries to find you

⤷ jonathan loves you and nancy differently

SEASON 4

⤷ steve dreams of a life together

BETWEEN 1 AND 2

⤷ chrissy brings you flowers

⤷ jonathan tells steve to be gentle with you

⤷ you hug steve and his internal monologue is pathetic

⤷ steve watches a tender moment between you and jonathan

⤷ steve doesn’t understand your friendship with jonathan

⤷ dustin has a nightmare

⤷ steve talks about your future together

⤷ you confess to steve that you’ve never kissed anyone

⤷ steve can’t stop thinking about how you’ve never been kissed

⤷ the summer steve spends without you

BETWEEN 2 AND 3

⤷ you break into hoppers cabin to hang out with el

⤷ steve embroiders his initials into your cardigan

⤷ a snow day with your favorite boys

⤷ steve isn’t used to your affection

⤷ dustin realizes you’ve finally met your match with steve

⤷ steve gossips with your mom

⤷ spring with steve

⤷ you bribe hopper to let el come to steve’s graduation

⤷ steve takes you for a late night drive

⤷ graduation pool party and a purple bikini

⤷ you force everyone into a picnic

⤷ you meet robin

⤷ el and max spend the day at bookstrordinary

⤷ you remind steve of his attempted vehicular manslaughter

⤷ a girl hits on steve at scoops ahoy

BETWEEN 3 AND 4

⤷ jonathan ends up winning the bet

⤷ will asks if you’ll miss him

⤷ you demand that mike paints your nails

⤷ you comfort steve after a bad haircut

⤷ robin walks in on you and steve making out

⤷ jonathan and steve blackmail you

⤷ dustin warns steve to treat you right

⤷ you wear steve’s clothes

⤷ max mourns billy

⤷ steve embroiders your initials into his jeans

⤷ dustin walks in on you and steve in bed

⤷ dinner with steve’s parents

⤷ steve comes to you after a fight with his parents

⤷ robin is owed some time with you

⤷ steve hums to you during a bad storm

⤷ cookies and valentine’s day

⤷ a sleepover with steve and robin

⤷ steve drives you, robin, and dustin to family video after school

⤷ jonathan and nancy have a phone call

please note that blurbs are moderately canon, although some may be subject to change depending on what i do with the story for later seasons. therefore, i would consider all blurbs loosely accurate !

“COME HOME” SERIES MASTERLIST

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Can I see the chitnids taken down a notch and the two humans from Disciplinary Action escape? I wanna see the reader and that guy get a happy ending in more ways than one 😘

Kabr0z Writes episode 65: Escape Attempt

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: oral sex; drugs mentioned; slavery mentioned; pregnancy; space flight; suffocation mentioned;

A/N: Well, I have a feeling this is going to be another one of those stories that instead of being straight porn winds up being a completely different genre before the plot, the timeframe, and the demands of the format start grinding against one another and people start to fuck.

Ah, well, let's watch two people escape from some aliens then fuck each other's brains out.

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You touched the module, buried in the flesh at the base of your skull. Your master didn't activate it often, preferring to use the threat of it to force your compliance rather than actually reducing you to a heap of inert limbs and drooling flesh. It was a gilded cage in which you lived, but the bars held you even if they weren't visible. At least you had company.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Zane looked over to you. The scars on his skin never really faded from his previous owner's attentions, but his clothes were at least more pleasant for him now. Leather straps and gag replaced with flowing silks and bracelets. You'd started calling each other pet names almost exclusively, your owner read a few schlocky romance novels when he bought Zane and took them as though they were textbooks. He knew how humans fucked though, and made sure you did at least three or four times a week, dosing you both with the Chitinid aphrodisiac drugs and turning you loose on one another to rut until they wore off.

"I'm fine," you lied "Just need to get out of here" You weren't fine. Your period was late. Hell, it was AWOL last month, and you definitely should be feeling the start of this month's by now. There's no doubt, you were carrying Zane's child

He sighed "I know. Me too. Not that I don't like spending time together, I could've been in for much worse, but the thought of having a family for that... That bug."

You stroked his arm, cuddling into the crook of his neck. You held one another close, feeling each other's skin.

He looked at you "I have a plan. It's a bad one, and it's super risky, but it's a plan."

"Go on"

He nodded "We're headed to a jump gate. Thing is, this one comes out outside of Chitinid space. With any luck, we'll be able to drop an escape pod mid-flight, come out before the mothership and claim political asylum"

He wasn't kidding, that was an awful plan. If you failed... Well, best case scenario if you failed was the collar. Worst case would probably also involve the collar, come to think of it.

"I'm in. What's the play?"

Zane explained his plan. It was remarkably simple but relied on some assumptions. Firstly, it assumed this ship worked like his old master's. On that one, when it was in Witchspace it lost most of its peripheral systems as processing power diverted to navigation. Secondly, it assumed the collar modules in both of your spines would be considered peripheral systems, or at least low enough priority to take offline. Thirdly, that the idea of political asylum existed outside Earth history books.

Finally, and this is the kicker, it relied on an escape pod jettisoned at superluminal velocity into Witchspace both not immediately shredding into stardust and actually winding up in the vicinity of where you hoped to be.

"That's damn risky, Zane" Skeptical wasn't the word

He grinned, "What's the other option? That baby you're trying to hide not knowing a single day of freedom?" He smiled at you, taking your hand "I know enough, you haven't used any pads for almost two months."

You couldn't argue with that. You started to plan.

Step 1 was to wait, and watch. The PA system was punctual, as ever, so you knew exactly when the jump would be upon you. The trick was making sure you could find a pod bay where a janitor wouldn't be there. Thankfully, there's only two. One spilled glass of wine and a bug with a mop will be there.

Two minutes to the gate. The portside pods were unguarded. You waited together there, the wave of sickness coming over both of you at once as you entered Witchspace, normalising back down as causality fields erected within the hull of the ship.

Now's the time.

Zane grabbed the hatch wheel of a pod and turned heartily.

You waited for the collar.

It didn't happen. Your limbs remained yours, even as the pod door swung open. You climbed in with Zane, the close confines designed for the short Chitinid frame squeezing you close to one another.

The hatch swung closed, you looked at each other. You hit the button.

Acceleration. The pod hurtled on rails. G-force gave way to weightlessness. The pod left the causality field. You gained speed, the ship lagging behind you.

It's working.

No causality field means you travel faster, but your computer doesn't work, nor does anything it controls. Both of you held your breath. Pods don't hold much air, and with no computer the circulation wasn't running.

The pod was still accelerating. The ship lagged behind as you reached dizzying speed. The pod stretched across the altered spacetime, elongating as it sped up faster at the front than the back.

You hit the opposing gate like a train hitting a hill. Space crumpled and you slammed into yourself as regular spacetime causality reasserted itself. The computer bleeped to life, fresh air replacing stale as you hammered the SOS call button.

A ship answered your hail, a grey bulbous-headed alien on the screen, looking for all the world like a stereotypical Roswell martian. The alien spoke

"Greetings, you look like humans, is that correct?"

You stared, open-mouthed. The alien repeated itself, you assume in Spanish, before Zane spoke

"Humans! Yes! We request political asylum from the Chitinids!"

"Acknowledged, Chitinid vessel is expected in 90 Terran minutes, we'll have a dropship to you in 60. Welcome to the Vezzik Star League"

You'd made it.

You'd actually fucking made it!

You kissed Zane, holding his face to yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Wanna celebrate?"

"We've got time"

The silks did nothing to cover either of you. His cock was already starting to stand to attention as you grabbed it, jerking it as he stuck a pair of fingers between your thighs to stroke your moistening folds. You hit the gravity control, you started to float up as you repositioned, his head between your thighs and yours between his.

You licked and sucked on each other, your tongue teasing the end of his cock as he sucked your clit, fingers pressing into you as you rolled his balls in your hand. Your moans and grunts mingled, filling the capsule with the sounds of your pleasure.

His hands gripped your waist as he rotated you, swinging you around to put his cock at your entrance.

"Nice to do this sober for a change"

You gasped as he entered you, fingers still working your clit as his hips thrust again and again. You held your tits, still swollen and plump from the party when you met. Drops of milk leaked from you as you kneaded your soft flesh. Your orgasm rolled over you, gentle waves of sensation building as hos fingers worked over you, the delicious friction of his cock inside you adding to the feelings which overwhelmed your mind.

He pushed in harder, feeling your orgasm around him as he sprayed his seed at your already-occupied womb, the warmth filling you with a need to be held, to be loved by this man whom fate gave you, and who gave you your freedom in kind.

You stayed in each other's arms, the climate controlled pod keeping you safe and warm until the Vezzik ship scooped you up out of the blackness and into a hangar bay.

You're free at last

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Yeah, I liked that one, but was it hot? I don't know.

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[sanji-simper]

Headcanons time ^_^ SaNami edition🚬🍊

• Sanji's cookbook is mostly filled with porn and unreadable recipes in French.

• If Sanji were to be kocked out or incredibly injured, Nami would probably be the one to cook.

• Nami is good at cooking. Nothing special, but she probably cooked with Bellmere enough to know how to make basic recipes.

• Both Bisexual with a preference for women, but Sanji is incredibly closeted.

• Ace had a crush on Sanji, probably. But he could tell Sanji was way into Nami so he just gave up.

• Sanji tries to smoke less around Nami but always ends up failing.

• Sanji smokes because he never wants to feel hungry again.

• Tsundere X DereDere

• Sanjis ALWAYS gives Nami his clothes without her even asking.

• They go shopping together whenever they can, Sanji always holds Nami's bags and makes it his #1 Priority.

• Sanji gets INCREDIBLY jealous when another guy so much as looks at Nami! However, Nami doesn't get jealous easily.

• Sanji would stop simping for athor women for Nami. However he wouls still highly respect them.

• Sanji fell for Nami's laugh (Canon)

• Nami fell for Sanjis bravery

• Sanji was love at first sight (canon) but Nami was just slowly falling for him.

•Robin knew abour Namis feelings before Nami did

•Nami is Sanji's favorite girl (Canon?? its hevily implied in my opinion)

• Sanji uses pet names 24/7. All day everyday XD.

• Nami sometimes uses pet names, but when she does, Sanji just passes out.

• Sanji shows his affection through words, while Nami shows her affection through actions.

•They both absolutely DESPISE bugs (canon) and will scream at the sight of them.

•Sanji would go like "I'll protect you, Nami-Swan!!!" And then either runs away or agressivley tries to kick it (and misses)

• In the end Usopp would either save it or kill it.

•Zoro hates them together😒