#just musing on some things. goodnight.

[corallapis]

[quietlyblooms]

🧍🏼‍♀️when did i fall asleep🧍🏼‍♀️

[oculusxcaro]

I absolutely love your portrayal of Khare! You thought through about how her mutation works. Which amphibians she was basically fused with and how they each have their own role in her mutation that when brought together makes for a very cool yet terrifying way to live.

Also such a beautiful tragedy with her story. How she had a normal life before being snatched away to get experimented on by Prometheus. Her escape, how the heavy trauma doesn't stop there nor does the practical storytelling as she had to survive in the wilderness on her own for a time. Gaining injuries and of the sort until she ends up in Gotham city. A perfect place to lay low from people who work for Prometheus as there still could be a chance they're out looking for her.

How her mutation slowly spreads, hindering her memory and slowly eating away her mind. And that's ALONG with the eyes and teeth growing all over her body especially after getting juried. The uncertainty of if there is a cure, or a way to keep the mutation at bay. Or if Khare's fate is sealed and she is living on precious time. How one day, she'll loose herself. Every bit that makes her human, the friends she's made, her compassion, kindness, her determination. All her emotions and thoughts slowly decay as she watches her own body deform into something else.

Not to mention how relatable and sympathetic someone may feel when Khare is too scared to tell her family that she's alive because of how powerful Prometheus is. Like, a giant corporation, with MANY connections. Surely they figured out where her family lives and are waiting for the day Khare might return.

All of this to say that you have a perfect balance of tragedy along with a slice of life. The way you write Khare being drained from long shifts hits the nail on the head on how it actually feels like. It's so easy getting entranced with your writing! always worth waiting for as it's always so descriptive even when it's just a few sentences! Khare is just so human and I love it!

Her mutations are very cool but they actually come with a cost and you show it. Which I don't think is done enough in media. (especially with some superhero powers where theirs "comes with a cost" but it actually doesn't show or feel like it does. It's just generic and on top of that the superhero is out doing superhero shit. Contradictory with Khare. Who actually reads and FEELS like a normal person being stuck with powers that come with a cost but only wants a normal life. And actually lives a normal life! That's what makes Khare stand out. Because in the situations where she does fight it feels more genuine and so much less scripted.)

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

RUUUUUUUUUE, WHY YOU GOTTA SLAY ME LIKE THIS???? 😭😭😭😭 This right here? Is hands down is the loveliest message EVER like... where do we even begin? First and foremost, thank you so, so much for taking the time to write down and send such a dedicated and thoughtful message - it means the world to me, as do YOU in having been such a phenomenal writing partner through both Rorschach and Oswald (and while we're at it, let's not forget Dan!) Receiving such a detailed message about the things you like concerning Khare is just about the highest praise imaginable considering what an excellent writer you are yourself! You have a fantastic eye for storytelling, delving deep into the narrative to shape not only your muse but the world they live in, how they grow and develop through interacting with that world which is not always the easiest take and yet somehow you always make it seem so effortless? Ever since we started talking, your writing has been a huge influence and a stellar example of roleplaying to not only look up to but to admire and emulate. Writing is hard as fuck even on the best of days but you? Have really helped shape my perspective on so many things, how to write well without padding everything with purple prose and to get into a muse's head. Rorschach is a beautiful example of that what with being very much in his head (and not the forthcoming man in his feelings or words.) It's just one of the many reasons I love the relationship our muses have, Rorschach being incredibly unhinged and aggressive as he was during Watchmen but clearly having changed since his untimely demise, awakening somewhere in the middle of Gotham. You've made that feel so real, how very disconcerting it would feel to die only to wake up in a completely different world, in a universe oddly similar yet so different to the one you left behind. And then there's Dan over on @made-of-archimedes, being Rorschach's polar opposite in being so much more approachable and affable but having his 'darker' side present too, his woes, his worries and very real concerns. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you encapsulate personality so well, making your muses feel so very human with minds of their own, as though you've plucked them straight from the movie. You mentioned once before how you didn't feel you did that, that maybe you weren't writing them 'right' but that's not true at all. Your portrayal made me love your two ragingly repressed men and to appreciate their characters all the more after seeing them from your lens. Ah, I'm so sorry to have waffled on like that but honestly Rue, how you're always so kind and thoughtful is a mystery even Dr. Manhatten couldn't solve. Thank you again so much for saying so many wonderful things about Khare! I've tried so hard to describe some of these things (with less success than I'd have liked) so for you to have nailed everything on the head like you did? Means a lot to me, from your thoughts regarding her mutation to her struggles and fears to why she doesn't contact her family back home. She's fucking scared, completely at a loss on what to do or even if she'll manage to survive when every day there's a new tooth or eye to greet her. Her mutation isn't a cute issue at all, instead being the shit-covered end of the stick of gaining a 'useful' power with very heavy costs. Not everybody gets superpowers like Peter Parker and her story is an example of what happens when things go terribly, terribly wrong. Tumblr is getting fucky now and won't save this post so again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for such a lovely, uplifting message! It means so much that you like my silly frog-fish shambling flesh horror of a girl and her relationship with Rorschach is hands down my favourite part about her development as a character! I look forwards to interacting with him (and Dan) much more in future and for their stories to continue!

[ethereacals]

MANIAC

the one where you don't go back to the boys.

part two of the conan gray series

“i wish i were heather” out now!

synopsis: after getting cheated on by your previously expected soulmates, a change in perspective occurs and you find yourself falling for a different set of three.

warnings: foul language, slander on the marauders, sexual innuendos, mentions of smoking, a small taylor

"PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANT BACK WHAT THEY CAN'T HAVE."

Leaving Hogwarts early for Christmas this year was not something anyone could've forshadowed.

You, the girl who spent most of her time studying for her upcoming OWLS in November, had disappeared without a trace.

Of course most of your close friends knew where you were, and some not so close friends did aswell.

"She can't just run away from her problems." Said Sirius, his leg bouncing anxiously from the news Regulus had just sprung onto them.

"Sirius, It'll be fine, okay? When they get back to school, we can formally apologize and move on, right?" Remus attempted to reassure Sirius, but he in reality he felt quite crestfallen.

Lily sat quietly, already regretting her decision to do this with them.

In her head, she knew they had every intention to not cheat and solve things the right way— but she hadn’t helped.

It all started one night at a loud and ear-shattering Gryffindor victory party after a successful win for their Quidditch team.

She got drunk, and they were completely wasted.

And you weren’t there.

So their drunken minds believed it would be a missed opportunity if they didn’t take their chance with Gryffindors golden girl.

Lily knew she should’ve said no, she should’ve gone back to her dorm and hid from them for the rest of eternity.

But fate clearly had other plans.

And after secrets, longing stares, and lingering touches that the truth finally came to light.

and it was all at your expense.

“So— When will our Reggie be joining us, Meadowes?” Evan slurred, his voice carrying a heavily intoxicated tone.

“Soon enough, he’s got one more OWL to complete and then he’s on his way.” Dorcas mused as she gently pet the head of her tipsy sleepy Gryffindor girlfriends head as she babbled on about Quidditch.

Evan nodded drunkenly— before taking another swig.

Dorcas seemed so peaceful with Marlene— who had surprisingly accepted her invitation to spend Christmas with the Slytherins, though Marlene truly wasn’t prejudice against them like others were.

They seemed so… in love.

You had love once.

Remember?

They’re gone.

Remember?

They’re gone.

“I— I had love… once—“ You hiccuped sadly, beginning to sob for the umpteenth time this evening.

You were extremely drunk, who could really blame you?

“Aww… Treasure…” Barty (who surprisingly was very sober) cooed, encapsulating you in a bear hug as you cried into his chest.

“How many more times is she going to do that?” Asked Peter, who— by the way: lied to his friends and said he was going home for Christmas.

He was only visiting for the night, as he was currently visiting his girlfriend— Sybil Trelawney who lived in town.

“Who knows, Pete. Who knows..” Evan slung his arm around him.

“This should be the last time before she realizes that she doesn’t need them, that’s what the sprites are telling me.” Pandora smiled, petting your hair gently in comfort.

“Pettigrew, you should turn back to your rat-pack and tell them they’re trash.”

You spat, in broken sighs.

Obviously, Peter felt a bit of offense to the rat slander but alas— they weren’t aware of his rat-secret.

Quite a shame.

“Sure thing, L/N.”

'FEELS LIKE WE HAD MATCHING WOUNDS BUT MINES STILL BLACK AND BRUISED.'

on December 19th, Regulus had finally arrived at Barty's flat he'd rented for the holidays.

Marlene, Dorcas, and Peter had their departure just the day before, leaving just you, Pandora, Evan, Barty, and Regulus.

Pandora had just wished you all goodnights and dream blessings before nodding off to your shared room for your stay.

"So, anyone up for some firewhiskey?" Offered Evan, who held a giant bottle of the substance.

"Just a small bit, Rosie." Barty accepted his offer graciously.

"Need anything, amour?" Regulus mused in your ear, by far he was the most comforting one. As the other two just distracted you with their own twisted ways of thinking and chaos.

"I'm alright, Reggie. Thank you." You nodded politely, you had felt incredibly off this break.

Though they all weren't stupid, they knew why you were acting strange.

Every year since third year; You and the boys would leave Hogwarts and spend Christmas with the Potters.

Snowball fights, roaring fires, Effie's hot cocoa, the memories echoed through your brain like they were music blasting from your headphones.

Every time you closed your eyes to sleep, you would see endless slideshows of everything you had ever done with them.

The nights of passion, the hugs, the pre and post-quidditch game good luck and good job kisses, the play fights, the happiness.

Your life was black and white before you met them, they brought the color.

But they showed you colors they knew you couldn't see with anyone else.

Well, besides your 'best' friends.

Were you really just that? Just friends?

You were a year younger than the Marauders, same year as Regulus.

and Sirius would be so pissed off if he found out that you were sleeping with his brother-

...

Wait.

Who gives a fuck about Sirius?

Who cares what intelligent insult will come out of Remus' mouth?

And James, he liked Regulus once.

They'd hate you.

But,

Maybe you wanted them too.

So, you ended up taking a few shots of firewhiskey.

Okay,

More than a few.

"Um- actually, Reggie. I- I do need something." You slurred, holding onto your sober ex-boyfriends brother best friends nimble shoulders like he was your lifeline.

"Yes, amour?"

"I want a kiss."

Evan spat out his drink back into his cup, and Regulus' face heated up significantly.

"I'll give you a kiss..." Barty clambered over his boyfriends as his cold, veiny hands meet your waist.

His hands skim your body up and down, before pecking your lips softly, as if he was asking for acceptance.

"Can I kiss you?" Barty spoke so softly, he may have been chaotic and insane- but he was extremely cautious and respectable with things like this.

"I-I wanna taste you so bad.." Evan cooed at Barty's sweet words, as he held an extremely flustered Regulus in his arms, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

"Barty- please, kiss me." You mewled, barely finishing your sentence as he dived into your lips.

His lips surprisingly tasted like cherry chapstick, even though he had just been chugging firewhiskey.

After feeling like an eternity, Barty broke your kiss.

"I've wanted to do that since fourth year." He mumbled drunkenly, gazing up stupidly and lovingly at your blush-kissed face.

His kisses were heavenly, and so were Evan's, and Regulus'.

And needless to say, you didn't return back to Pandora that night.

'YOU'RE POINTING AT THE STARS IN THE SKY THAT ALREADY DIED.'

The return to Hogwarts was an awkward one at that.

But returning back to Hogwarts feeling happier than ever with your boyfriends? That was the best return you could make.

Hand in hand with Barty, you strutted into the Great Hall.

Evan and Regulus trailed behind, as you rambled on and on to Barty about something.

James stared your direction, and you unfortunately met his gaze.

He wasn't dense, he could see how your bright smile seemed to dim.

He smiled, softly.

James knew that they'd never get you back the way they had you.

He should've realized that you were the light of their lives.

Everyone should've woken up to see you.

They hurt you.

And this was their price.

They had to watch you thrive, with three other men.

Who would treat you like a goddess, something they never sought time for.

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[mixsethaddams]

For the Love Confessions prompt as part of @stmarchmm Stranger Things March Mating Madness

Steve was never anyone's first choice, was the thing.

Throughout his whole life he was always the after thought, the second phone call. Even his name, Steve, wasn't his parents' favourite. They had to go with their back up name after a neighbour gave birth three days before his mom and used the name Marley before she got a chance to.

Once he started dating, it was more of the same. Omegas would get him to ask them out, make him pay for meal and the movie, and then once they were done doing whatever they got up to in the back seat of his car, they'd gush about how they had the confidence after all of that to go after the alpha that they really wanted.

He was used to it now, he supposed, being used as practice. He didn't mind much once he made his peace with it. It was nice to get out of the house and go some place that wasn't work a few times a week. And he got to listen to rumours about the other alphas of Hawkins while he was at it, which admittedly he loved.

It didn't make sense to him when Eddie Munson shuffled into Family Video one sunny Saturday afternoon and asked about his plans for the night. 'Great,' Eddie had said when Steve said he had none. 'Well, not great, but uh, maybe we can do something?'

Steve ran through the rolodex of local gossip he'd picked up recently. He hadn't heard anything about an alpha having their eye on Eddie, or vice versa. And given the depth of some of the stuff the omegas around here knew about, it would be hard to hide any sniff of a crush on the town Freak.

It didn't make sense when Eddie insisted on going dutch for their bill in the diner, and paying for his own movie ticket. In fact, at the end of the night when Steve was used to going on auto-pilot and feeling someone up on their front doorstep, he was totally baffled when Eddie blushed and asked if they could do it again next week.

'You… want to see me again?' he asked, feeling a crease between his eyebrows. 'Why?'

Eddie snorted. 'Way to tell me you didn't have a good time, Harrington,'

'I did!' Steve saiad quickly. 'I just, I guess I'm not used to second dates,'

Eddie smiled and lightly punched Steve's shoulder. 'Pick me up next Saturday, same time,'.

Steve watched him climb the steps into his trailer, half expecting him to turn around and say Gotcha! I actually have a date with someone else!

But the door clicked close with a finally parting glance and grin from Eddie and Steve, of course, drove straight to Robin's house.

'It doesn't add up,' Steve said through her window. She was on curfew, and he had to climb across windowsills from the garage to get to her room. 'Everybody knows I'm the practice alpha, what does he want from me?'

'Sounds like he wants a second date,' said Robin, focused on trimming her own bangs.

'But why though?' Steve mused. 'He didn't even want me to kiss him, it was weird'

'Did you try?'

'Yeah, leaned in and everything,' Steve sighed. 'But he moved so I got his cheek,'

'Romantic,' said Robin. 'Maybe he likes you,'

'No omegas like me, Rob,' Steve said flatly. 'I'm not that guy,'

So it just didn't make sense that they were six weeks down the line now and Eddie was still asking Steve to pick him up for dinner and a movie every Saturday. They met for lunch at least once a week. They sat next to each other when everyone hung out. They held hands. Eddie even let Steve kiss him after their third date. Steve liked the kissing.

Steve liked everything, if he was honest. He liked the consistency of the same person calling him at the end of every day to say goodnight, he liked being a part of 'Steve and Eddie'. He liked Eddie. In fact, he really liked Eddie. Maybe even more than that. The idea that Eddie would eventually be through with Steve, practice run over, made his heart hurt.

They were napping together on a summer evening. They were in their boxers on top of the sheets, Eddie's heat was coming up so he was feeling the warmth in the air more than usual. Steve couldn't sleep even though they'd spent the whole day swimming at the quarry. He should be exhausted. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Eddie's face.

They had yet to cross the line of sleeping together, so it was the first time Steve saw Eddie at rest like this. Eddie looked beautiful in the spot orange light that filtered through the thin curtains. The slope of his nose, the gentle pout of his lips, Steve's drank in the sight of him like water. Even the small swell of his chest, swollen because of an upcoming heat, was perfectly placed and proportioned.

It was the time of day where the birds were singing their last songs and the neighbours had already finished their noisy returns from work. The only sound Steve could hear was the slow breathing of the omega laid out before him, blankets piled around them in a makeshift its-too-damn-hot nest. He didn't even want to breath himself for fear of disturbing him.

'Stop staring at me I look gross,' Eddie mumbled, turning his head into the pillow.

'No you don't,' Steve protested, hoping he didn't look like a serial killer watching someone sleep.

'Mmm, heat next week, my skin looks like shit, pimple, see?' Eddie tapped on his jaw to a small red bump.

Steve hadn't even noticed it, or if he did he didn't care.

'That's not gross,' he said softly.

'Whatever you say,' Eddie yawned, stretching before shuffling himself closer to Steve, burying his face in Steve's chest. 'You'll be the one stuck staring at it until it's over,'

'I, what?' Steve asked. 'What do you mean?'

'My heat,' Eddie mumbled. 'You'll have a front row seat to all my gross zits,'

Steve felt his heartrate pick up. Eddie wanted him to be part of his heat? That was kind of a commitment, maybe he didn't know? Steve would tell him, and Eddie would laugh and say oh man, my mistake, you're right!

'That's, uh, that's kind of a lot,' he said, preparing himself to laugh along with the obvious mistake.

Eddie pulled back quickly, wide awake now. 'You don't want to be there?' He looked hurt.

'No! I mean, yes!' Steve stuttered. 'But, you know what that means, right? It's kind of a couple thing, and, we're, I dunno,'

Eddie sat up and flung his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching down to grab his socks from the floor.

'Me neither, apparently,' Eddie said quickly. 'And here I thought—'

Steve grabbed one of Eddie's wrists. 'You thought what?'

'I thought maybe were fucking were a couple, Steve,' Eddie hissed, trying to bat his arms away.

'You like me?' Steve asked.

'You're kidding me?' Eddie shot back, staring at him in disbelief. 'How could you not know that I liked you? We make out like six times a day!'

'No one likes me,' Steve said quietly. 'No one ever picks me,'

Eddie softened, dropping the sock that was in his hands and scooting back onto the bed. 'Do you remember our second date?'

Of course Steve remembered, how could he forget? He was so surprised that Eddie actually opened the door of the trailer when he knocked that he couldn't speak for thirty minutes. He nodded.

'How about our third?' Eddie asked. That was the date they kissed on. It was the first kiss in years that Steve had really wanted. It felt like it lasted for hours, and he was disappointed that it couldn't last forever.

'And our fourth, fifth, sixth…' Eddie said, retaking his place in Steve's arms. 'All of them?'

Steve nodded again. He could tell Eddie every detail of every single date or hangout they'd had if he asked.

'I don't ever want another first date again,' said Eddie. 'Or third, or fourth, or fifth, or sixth,' He added with a laugh. 'I only want to be with you. I just didn't know I needed to spell it out for you,'

And Steve all of a sudden felt incredibly stupid. Because of god damn course they were a couple. Right up to the awkward meet-the-family weeknight dinners that they'd both sat through and giggled about in the car afterwards.

'Sorry,' he said. 'I just didn't think you wanted that with me, no one ever does,'

'Do you want it with me?' Eddie asked earnestly.

Steve kissed him softly in response. 'That's all I want,'

'Good,' Eddie said, rubbing his face in Steve's chest hair. 'Can I go back to sleep now that you're done scaring me to death?'

Steve smiled against the top of Eddies head, rubbing his back lightly.

Steve listened as Eddie's breathing evened out again. The birds had returned to their trees by now.

He still didn't sleep. His mind was racing. Thoughts of a future were bouncing around his head like never before, with Eddie right in the middle of all of them.

Steve breathed in Eddie's lavender and cold milk smell as deep as he could. His heat might not wait a full week before coming, if the intensity of his scent lately was anything to go by.

'I love you,' Steve breathed against his hair. He smiled to himself his eyes sliding closed. It felt so right to say it out loud, finally being able to name the feeling that was built up behind his rib cage.He revelled in the secrecy of speaking to someone lost to sleep, not having to worry about being caught showing his cards too early.

'I love you too,' Eddie whispered back.

[kitkat13001]

♱ . ݁ ⛧ ₊ ⊹ 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗

we creep up on extinction, i pull your arms right in i weep and say “goodnight, love,” while my organs pack it in and here it is, our final night alive and as the earth burns to the ground, oh girl, it's you that i lie with as the atom bomb locks in oh, it's you i watch tv with as the world, as the world caves in

⤷ l lawliet x reader

⤷ soft angst, implied character death (takes place right before L dies), title and lyrics from matt maltese’s “as the world caves in”

those damn bells. he’s heard them all day long. 

it started as distracting and has now escalated to pissing him off. 

as if ryuzaki didn’t already have enough to deal with. he’s in his prime, at the peak of this case, so very close to solving it all.

and now this, these damn bells. 

you’d noticed his increased irritability today. oh, how he’d felt like crying after he’d snapped at you earlier. all you had done was ask if he was feeling alright, offered to maybe bring him some cake, and he’d written you off with a snippy tone and a sarcastic comment. 

guilt shriveled up his heart like a punch to the gut. 

of course it’s not your fault. you’re not a detective, and you definitely didn’t hear the bells. even if you did, you’d have no idea what they meant in any case. 

he wishes he could tell you. now that he knows what’s coming, what was inevitable in every universe, there is so much he wishes he could tell you. but he still can’t, there’s just not enough time. that’s always the problem, isn’t it?

he’s already made his final preparations. have watari arrange to delete the files, contact roger, alert the orphanage. it’s all in order. 

he’s made his own arrangements, too.  a letter with his final words to you, everything he’s always wanted to say and never could. you’ll find it tomorrow morning, probably. 

there’s really nothing else to do now but wait. 

you’re already asleep when he comes shuffling into the bedroom, the patter of water droplets following him in. 

you stir as he pads toward you, as if you can sense him even in your dreams. you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and call out to him in a soft voice. it’s a tone he only ever hears when you say his name. 

“you’re soaking wet,” you murmur, cupping his face between your hands as you look him over. his eyes are fixed on the spot between your brows where a concerned crease is growing. “what on earth were you doing?”

“up on the roof,” he whispers back. “just thinking. no need to be so worried, love.”

“i always worry about you,” you remind him, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you give him a soft smile. “that’s my job. i think you’ve been overworking yourself lately. i know you can’t help it, but you ought to at least take decent care of yourself.”

he gives no response aside from a low hum. he’s quiet as you towel him dry with gentle hands, get him out of his sopping clothes and into comfortable pajamas. 

you’re brushing his damp hair back with your fingers, tracing the lines of his face like you’re trying to memorize it with your touch, when he speaks in a quiet voice. 

“i’m sorry i snapped at you earlier.”

you blink, surprised. you’d just about forgotten it already. 

“is that what’s got you in this mood?” you muse, crawling into bed to sit beside him. not just that, he thinks as his hands find yours, resting in your lap. but that’s about the only thing i can apologize for right now. he can’t bring himself to meet your eyes. 

“it’s okay, ryuzaki,” you tell him, and he feels the warmth and kindness in your voice. 

no it’s not.

“i shouldn’t have spoken to you that way,” he insists quietly, staring down at your interlocked hands. 

“really, ryuzaki, i’m not upset. you’ve been overworked and stressed and i should’ve let you be.”

“i love you,” he says, his black hole eyes staring right through your soul. it doesn’t scare you. it never has. 

“i love you too, ryuzaki. let’s go to bed, okay? you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

he really wishes that were true, but he lets you pull him down to rest beside you anyway. he treasures the way your body curls against his, the warmth of you beside him. 

he tries to internalize it all. the smell of your shampoo, the faint humming of his computer in the corner, the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. 

his fingers are ghostly gentle as they trace over the soft planes of your face. his heart tugs when your eyes crinkle with a little smile. 

“what are you looking at me like that for?” you ask in a whisper. 

it takes him a second to respond, lost in your eyes. “you’re…the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

you stifle a little giggle into the pillow, basking in this rare affection. you have no idea what tomorrow holds—the agony the coming days, weeks, years will be for you. 

what a small miracle the marginal odds of you two finding each other were. what a little tragedy it is that it was never something fated to last. 

but fate has no place here tonight. in the safety of this bedroom, with the rain pouring heavy outside and the man you love—the intangible, elusive enigma that is L transformed into the quiet, thoughtful, lovely man that you know as ryuzaki—at your side, you are happy. 

dividers by @/saradika-graphics — because i love angst apparently?? kitty drops two bangers in one day, what are the odds. if you’re looking for fluff to fix this please check out daydream or my retired detective!L headcanons (where he lives!!) much love and take care, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[rainystarters]

💫 love is cosmic ! a collection of dialogue + action prompts inspired by red velvet's album cosmic. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. adjust as necessary.

dialogue :

meeting you as the stars would have it.

i can't get you off my mind.

what did you do to my mind?

i want to know you.

how about you stay a little longer?

perhaps we're travelers searching for orphaned dreams.

come with me.

discover things no human eyes have seen.

i just can't say goodnight.

your love is cosmic.

you got me hypnotized.

i saw you hiding.

what are you? my god.

honey, i give you my all.

i'll find you in my dreams.

summer, autumn, winter, spring: the whole world is you.

my memories are floating away.

the beautiful times are leaving me, stealing you away.

this isn't the end ...remember.

i will gladly stay by your side.

it's you who kept me through the long nights.

no one knows where a fading star goes.

and i'll fly light-years to find you.

to you, my universe, the only reason i exist.

i'll always be here for you.

is it love?

i remember the first moment i saw you.

you feel the same way, right?

we can't play no game the right way.

it doesn't matter 'cause you're my prize.

i saw the same moon.

i want to dream every day.

i want to whisper in your ears the things i couldn't say.

we're not that young anymore.

i still remember the summer days when i first saw you.

believe in us more than anything.

i don't mind staying up all night, my love.

let's talk like we did when we were young.

i'm your friend. i'll be there.

take my hand and run.

sweet dreams, my love.

our story continues even in dreams.

when the moon shines bright, i'll tell you my story.

close your eyes and lean on me, my love.

oh, you've grown so quickly, kid.

we were always young and fearless.

we're together and we have the same dream.

actions :

crash-landing. sender chases a falling star but finds receiver where it fell.

stargaze. sender lies down next to receiver to stargaze.

daisy chain. sender weaves flowers into receiver's hair.

hypnotize. sender falls under receiver's spell, hypnotized.

zodiac. sender asks for receiver's sign.

bubble. sender blows/magically creates bubbles that surround receiver.

string. sender sees an invisible string of fate tying them to receiver.

chase. sender chases receiver through the woods.

arcade. sender loses a game to receiver while at a neon-illuminated arcade.

last drop. sender pours a drink into receiver's mouth.

hallucinate. sender finds receiver hallucinating and talking to inanimate objects.

memory. sender steps into one of receiver's memories.

sunburn. sender kisses receiver's skin and leaves behind a burn mark.

far-flung. sender wakes in another world to receiver staring down at them.

funny story. sender watches receiver trespass on a fairy ring and join the dance.

sunset. sender kisses receiver against the setting sun.

peek. sender doesn't notice receiver watching them dress through a hole.

honey. sender sends a bee to sting receiver.

stars align. sender fails to stop receiver from completing a ritual.

cosmos. sender and receiver feel each other's heart beat despite being apart.

night drive. sender and receiver drive through the night in a convertible.

butterfly. sender catches receiver transforming into [magical girl/werewolf/etc].

long-lost. sender reunites with receiver who has no memory of them.

sunflower. sender tucks a flower into receiver's lunch/purse/etc. to find later.

tarot. sender draws a card and waits for receiver to reveal its face.

flight. sender bridal carries receiver as they fly.

sweet dream. sender and receiver snuggle in bed below glow-in-the-dark stars.

may queen. sender crowns receiver queen of the spring festival.

turbulence. sender trips receiver, sending them falling.

carousel. sender grabs receiver's hand as they ride on a carousel.

moonlight. sender and receiver bathe naked in the moonlight.

astral. sender astral projects to receiver's location far away.

cat's cradle. sender performs a spell with receiver using cat's cradle.

night. sender and receiver walk through an illuminated night festival/market.

ride. sender sits on receiver's lap, straddling them.

see you. sender kisses receiver before they part forever/for a long time.

electric. sender teases receiver, brushing their lips across intimate skin.

cosmic love. sender and receiver break the bed during sex.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

hey, can you write abot Dave Mustaine and reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and comic fluff

Thsnks!

Warnings: smut, talk of insecurities/body image issues, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Justis was four, you and Dave both loved him unconditionally and spent as much time with him as you could. Even when he was on tour he was calling home every night, learning the time zones of everywhere he went so he knew when it was bedtime just so he could say Goodnight to the both of you.

However, it had been harder to get some alone time together, without the little bugger.

You had your date nights but those were usually spent catching up on sleep, but finally you were ready for more.

It wasn’t like it used to be, not totally anyway. Dave was moving much slower, his hands planted on either side of your head to hold himself up.

Your body finally had time to recuperate but you kept that baby body. Dave had caught you eyeing yourself for a little too long in the mirror, he’d seen the way you held your stomach and pouted.

Now, he looked over you and saw the same body he loved since the day he met you. Sure, you had some extra pudge, but that was just more to love.

He sat back, smiling widely down at you. His hands went to your hips so he could pull you more onto his lap. “Look at my pretty mama.” He mused, smoothing a hand over your stomach. “So perfect.”

You chuckled and waved him off. “Come on, I’m fat and covered in stretch marks.” Dave didn’t laugh, instead eyeing you closely in awe and admiration.

“So pretty.” He purred, leaning down again and kissing down your neck, sucking and nibbling, gently of course, he knew you were swore all over, no matter how much he tried to help.

Your arms wrapped around him, moans falling into his ears. “I-I’ll work it off, I promise.” You mumbled, kissing where you could reach, his sharp jaw mostly, his soft hair.

Dave shook his head. “Work it off or don’t, I just want you happy, you’re-you’re pretty when you’re happy.” His voice was deep but it wavered as he spoke, feeling his high creeping up on him.

He reached down to rub your clit, it hadn’t gotten much love since Justis was born, leaving you all too sensitive. Your moans turned to whines as he played with you, knowing just what you like.

Dave heard a door creak open, it was soft so he knew it wasn’t your bedroom. He was so close and your eyes were already rolling back, he figured Justis was just going to the bathroom.

Dave held his hand over your mouth, not wanting you to get to loud and-

“Daddy?” A quiet voice came. Dave bit down on your shoulder, his hand holding so tight over your mouth. You both refused to make a noise.

The blanket covered you both enough so he wouldn’t have seen anything. Dave slowly sat up, not fully turning to Justis but just enough to see him. “What is it, buddy?” He asked.

Justis wiped his eyes, a pout on his lips. You could still feel Dave gushing in you, it had been far too long. “I had a nightmare…” He mumbled.

Dave nodded and wiped his forehead. “Alright, well, go crawl back into bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I can’t walk back alone.” Justis said, offended Dave would even suggest such a thing.

Dave chuckled and looked back down to you. “Yeah, yeah, dumb daddy.” He exhaled heavily as he thought of another solution. “Hide in the bathroom, the bathroom is a safe space, can’t get you in the bathroom.” Justis thought for a moment before deciding it was sound logic and went across the hall to the bedroom.

Dave let out a heavy sigh and rolled over beside you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his arm. Dave groaned before getting up, pulling on a pair of pants and heading for the door. “I’ll put him to bed, just clean yourself up.”

Dave got Justis out of the bathroom and back to his room just down the hall, tucking him in while you hurried into the bathroom to clean up.

Dave still wasn’t back by the time you were out of the bathroom so you just crawled into bed and had exactly fifteen seconds to yourself before the door shot open and Dave came in with a flying Justis, making aeroplane noises before landing on the bed, followed by Dave who jumped on next to him.

“Dave-“ you started, you’d talked about this, Justis couldn’t sleep in bed with you guys, but he cut you off.

“Just for tonight, to keep away Lars.” You rolled your eyes at him while Justis got comfy next to you, you were thanking yourself now that you decided pyjamas were a good idea.

“Lars?” You repeated.

“The balding dwarf!” Justis explained.

“Dave!” You swatted at him as he laughed.

[fluffymarshmalllows]

In every universe, I'll look for you

fanfic about Reader getting sucked in the portal first, Ford follows.

Another restless night for you and your husband in the basement. Coffee staining the journals as he scribbles more blurbs about this “Bill” person he keeps calling his muse. You didn’t want to feel jealous but ever since that absurdly long late night walk Ford took months ago, he’s been nose deep into every physics book and theoretical researches to prove something, anything. Every time you beg him to rest, he refuses making you a bit annoyed, blame it on the sleep deprivation and lack of quality time.

“Please, Fordsy, you really need some rest. We’ve been working on this project for weeks now” you muttered, half-asleep at this point. But words fell on deaf ears as your husband just waved you off with some empty promises of he’ll be with you to bed soon.

Too tired to argue, you kissed him on the cheek which caused his face to get dusted pink for a bit, but still very much focused on his calculations. A sight you will never get tired of. You also waved to Fiddleford who was roped in this whole project bidding farewell.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he says without looking up as you climb the squeaky staircase. You reminded them both to get some rest while internally praying to whoever God that will listen that you get your doting husband back sooner than later.

Not even hours later, loud metal clashes and bangs from the basement jerked you awake. You shot up and dashed straight to Ford worried that something might’ve happened. Did he get injured? A part fell on him? Was he trashing the place? Shaking your head ridding of those thoughts. Running towards the basement fueled with adrenaline and a power nap is not ideal but the situation called for it.

You got there as quick as you can and witnessed a rather vulgar argument between your husband and Fiddleford leading to the latter walking out and bumping your shoulder muttering unpleasant words towards Ford.

Peering out from the basement stairs, on the other side of their makeshift divider was a big glowing construction whirring with power. “Oh my god” those were the only things that you could mutter in that moment. The machine was… working. It was finally working. After months of sleepless nights, exhausted arguing, they finally made it work giving you hope that things will soon get back to normal, or as much as it used to be.

Ford felt your presence and looked at you like a mad-man, eyes crazed with no sign of sanity. It made you question if the man standing ahead of you was really the guy you married. “It finally worked! The math finally made sense. Do you understand, Y/N?! This is our key to figuring out all these anomalies.” You took a step back your back against the door while he tries to coax you in joining him. “No, Ford, this doesn’t look safe”.

Ford turned his back to you, staring at his creation. “Fiddleford said the same thing” he mused, “but please, beloved, I won’t let you be in any danger”. His reassuring voice was enough to put you in some ease as you walked to him extending his hand.

He held you by your waist supporting your trenbling body, guiding you to admire their creation. Observing some sparks of electricty dancing across the ground and bouncing off the walls. Ford was explaining to you how it works, how he plans to use it, what they should do next and all that but one look at your alarmed face gave him all the hint he needed to keep quiet and let you process all this.

He was so enamored by this portal he built, you both did not realize the glass dividing the area was slowly cracking. Only took some more volts of current to run by it to shatter and allow the portal to suck you in.

It happened so fast. Ford tried grabbing you but the force was too much, pulling you in within seconds. You managed to maneuver yourself to grab on the portals frame. Using all your strength pulling your body out to ask for help one last time before you were completely lost somewhere some time in space.

“Ford, help me!” The last words his lover spoke before getting lost in the oblivion haunts him in his every waking hour. He tried consulting Bill about this, how to get you back, but Bill was adamant about the situation, believing that Y/N was just a hurdle to their masterplan. He spent too many lonely nights missing you and regretting what he has done, it was driving him imsane. This lead to him calling quits with Bill which ultimately made the polygon mad.

Alas, he struck the courage to contact his twin after years. This was not an easy decision for him but to set up his grand scheme of finding you in the vast universe, he had to have his brother fit the missing link.

Ford explained everything to Stan, or as much as his twin needed to know but things did not go exactly as planned. He was planning to portal jump, sure, but not get sucked into it accidentally. He found it somewhat humorous that he ended up the same way his lover left, through the portal—asking for help.

Journal log no. 176? 177. Two years, 18 dimensions, 3 timelines. I saw them again. Different hairstyle but with that same aloof smile. Happy in this dimension with me, alternate universe me. I still live to regret that day. It also appears that she is also being tracked by the space-time continueom agencies (noted from the encounter at the do-over dimension). Just what in the world did my Y/N get to?…

Journal log no. 320+. It has been almost 10 home years if I calculated it correctly. Still no sign of my Y/N in this timeline. From the dwellers of this dimension, it appears that the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron has laid low on the investigation of their whereabouts. It has become harder tracking them down, maybe they learned new tricks. Best to take a note of this…

Journal log __ . I have lost track of days in this dimension. Some part of this dimension are mirrors that behaves like looking glasses. Upon my first arrival, a mirror reflected Y/N staring back at me. As I am writing this, I am still formulating probable hypothesis that could explain their reflection on mine. Seeing them again after so long makes me yearn for them more. If only I h

A zipping sound ripped from a distance away from Ford as he's trying to journal his discoveries.

“Time to go” quickly packing all his materials shoving it in his makeshift bag careful not to drop any while going on another leap. He looked back at those men? Aliens? Whoever those guys are they are pretty hot on his trail. Getting too close for his own comfort. And too many close calls with them than Ford will admit.

“Get him!” The smallest tentacle humanoid man commanded or something similar of the sort, it’s another universe language he has yet to decode. Learning the tongues became much more difficult since he accidentally stumbled on a rebellion matched with a bounty picture of your face displayed in every available surface they can stick it on to. Knowing you, whatever you did there most likely called for it or he hopes so, anyway.

Muttering some curses he took his grand leap and entered another dimension. Not once did he look back.

This time it looked like another parallel timeline of his home universe. Ford walked around pin pointing important anomalies, most of them minor like an extra toe on a cat or a bird with butterfly wings. He slumped down under a tree near the opening of the forest to draw these creatures. Pulling out his journal, he realized something in this dimension feels right, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he belong. Another minor anomaly in a dimension filled with other anomalies. It made him feel normal, but not complete. Ford sniffled his tears back overwhelmed by the feeling of missing you. He never stopped looking for you. Eyes scanning every place hoping to see you again, waiting for him, happy with him.

Coast is clear and the sun was slowly setting. It lulled Ford to take a nap. Closing his eyes trying to remember what you look like. It’s been years since he last saw you. In every universe and timeline you were in, they did not look like you, his Y/N. Something was always off, but one thing remained constant— you were always happy together with him. Ford chuckled bitterly. Only in the universe he lived in was he alone. It was unfair, but he did this to himself. He regrets all the time he spent with Bill than his own spouse. His only lover, to think that fame and knowledge blinded him to put you in danger.

A soft thud was heard from the tree he was resting on, followed by a feeling of being watched made chills ran down his spine. Ford became hyper-aware looking, searching, for anything. Standing up quickly, he was ready to dash for it but for unknown reason he stood his ground. His feet felt glued to the ground, waiting for whatever it was to emerge from the trees’ shadows. The now dark forest was eerie and he could not risk getting hurt in another dimension. A pitter patter of steps from the forest heading his way made him draw his gun aiming at the darkness. His fingers at the trigger, steady.

“Fordsy?”

His breath hitched. Hands trembled. A figured appeared out of the dense forest. Face to face with the gun he was ready to fire. His heartbeat was so loud it was almost all he can hear. Seeing you, still perfect after so many years. With gray hairs and past your prime, yet you still had the same effect on him. Decades or more has passed but the feelings remained the same.

Both of you did not dare to take a step. You feared that this is all in your head, a fragment of your imagination that you did not want to go away. The air was still, and the silence deafening. You can’t take it much longer and you run up to him. Ford took you in with open arms.

He hugged you tight, not willing to let go. Never again will he let you go. All those years of longing and you’re finally back in his arms. He stared at your eyes, filled with the love and adoration like the days you were married and living with each other. You took a step back and slapped him. Hard.

“How dare you!” You angrily muttered to him. Voice tight but not so loud to disturb the silence. “This?! This is what you were trying to make?” Shoving a pointed finger to his shoulder blade. Ford was hurt, but he knew he deserved that anger. “We were always together! In every dimension I went to, even in our past, did you know how much it hurt seeing us together? Knowing that every version of me is happy and loved while I am trying to go back home to a husband who’s cheating on me with a guy!” Y/N rambled exasperated. Your cheeks felt wet, not realizing the tears already started falling. All those years of resentment and anger to your husband resurfaced. “And you know what the worst part is?” You sniffled trying to sound brave “I still love you! And at times I feel like a fool for doing so.”

Ford was confused with what to feel to say the least. He felt sad you had to endure being lonely, longer than he had been. Joy? That you still love him despite his wrong doings. Humour as he realized that you thought Bill as a mistress. That made him crack a small smile which you noticed. You turned around calling him a jerk while wiping your tears muttering cusses.

“Dearest” he tried calling out to you. “You know you’re the only one I love right?” He cooed, still not getting over the fact that he had someone else. He reached out to you gently, wrapping his arms around you. His chest at your back as you felt his breathing on your neck. “Y/N, please face me, it’s been so long since I’ve seen your beauty.” Ford purred. What else can you do but look at him again, you reached your hand to the cheek you hit and soothed it for a bit. “I’m sorry for hitting you” you muttered looking at his eyes. “It was deserved” he replied sheepishly avoiding your gaze. The tension was as thick as the dense forest behind you and you can’t take it anymore.

You pulled him down by grabbing the collar of his coat to give him a kiss. A bit stunned Ford was but he warmed up to it. Breathing a sigh of relief, finally in the arms of his Y/N, with no plans of letting her go.

They trudged into the woods, conversing on what they witnessed and all the universe they jumped, comparing notes and journals. You proudly showed him yours as you stated “I was just copying you but it became a scrapbook of some sort”. Inside were trinkets from dimensions folded into the paper with drawings and detailed descriptions of things you saw. Ford was more of interested with the folded wanted poster between those pages. He took it out and observed it closely. “Yeah, I became part of their council for a while,” you said which earned a questioning eyebrow raise from your husband. You raised your hands in protest “Well, I didn’t know that fruits were their money! I was hungry”. This made him laugh and it sounded like music to your ears. Mr. All seriousness laughing with you again, everything felt perfect.

Until the familiar space ripping nearby brought you both back to reality. Whipping your heads towards that sound, Ford exclaimed “I’m getting too old for this”. Grabbing your hand he lead you the forest clearing and pulled out his dimension jumper and you followed suit.

“We are now easily trackable since we are together so we need to be extra cautious” Ford explained as you both explore the city-esque universe you landed in. “Do you think we’d ever go back home?” You asked, stopping in your tracks. Ford turned to you “I trust Stan. It might take a while to be honest.” You nodded in respond, still not giving yourself false hope. “But I’m with you Y/N, and anywhere is better when you’re by my side.” His voice was so sincere you can’t help but believe him. You held him interlocking your digits together. His six fingers perfectly hugging your hand as you both jumped into another dimension unprepared but together.

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woop woop first published fic! should i make a part 2?

[pastelghoul]

hello! I love your connor work :) I just finished my first play through of DBH and I’m in love with Connor 😭 could I possibly request a scenario? Maybe one where reader is a detective working a case with him at the DPD and since he’s this advanced prototype and doesn’t need food/warmth and everything they feel a bit like.. inadequate as a human compared to him? And how he would make them feel better? Sorry this is a long ask 😅 love your work and hope you’re having a lovely day!!

Only Human - Connor x Reader

More than happy to! Had a lot of fun writing this one - Imagine Connor comforting you after feeling inadequate working alongside him on a case

“___? Are you alright?” Connor asked, peeking over your desk at your slouched form; one hand supported your chin as the other clung loosely onto a pen, your eyes drooping shut. Whatever you had been writing on the sticky note now had a large pen-strike through it.

“Huh? Sorry, i dozed off.” You said, squinting at the clock on your computer. It read 12:38 am in small, white letters. Honestly, you were exhausted. This case was your top priority however, solving it had the chance to land you a promotion you desperately needed.

Of course, you were no Hank Anderson. That promotion was just wishful thinking. Looking over at Connor, you sighed. You certainly were no android, either. You watched as he typed away, eyes scanning the screen intently as he worked on the case.

The ability to never tire, what a blessing. All the things you could get done if you never needed to rest; You’d tidy your desk, for starters. The mess of documents and files scattered across your desk, not to mention the near-overflowing trashcan resting at your feet.

Compared to Connor, who’s desk was neat and tidy save for a succulent, a photo frame of the three of you (with Hank and you five beers deep) and a sticky note taped to his monitor. Craning your neck as you hunched across the desk, you narrowed your eyes at what it said.

dipshit

Gavin. Reaching across the desk you ripped the sticky note from the monitor, Connor quirking a brow as you did so.

“I’m sorry ___, did I do something to upset you? Would you rather I’d let you sleep?” Connor asked, watching as you scrunched up the note and threw it in the trash.

“No Connor, it’s fine. I’m gonna head home and get some sleep. Goodnight.” You waved as you made your way out of the station.

You awoke to a loud knocking on your front door. Looking over at your alarm clock, your eyes widened as you realised you had overslept. Shit, shit, shitshitshit, Hank’s gonna have my ass for this!

Dashing to get dressed and find your shoes, you almost ran headfirst into a firm chest. Looking up in bewilderment at the android stood in your living room, you cursed under your breath.

“Connor? How did you get inside?” Connor held up a small, silver key - you’d entirely forgotten you’d given him your spare. “Oh, right. I was just about to leave, uh-“ Connor quirked a brow, looking you up and down.

“Your shirt is on backwards.” Connor mused, smirking as you grabbed at your collar to indeed be greeted by the sizing tag. “You also seem to be missing your pants.”

“Give me a minute, I just woke up!” You grumbled, pushing past Connor to make a coffee. Your heart sunk as the machine groaned to life, only to come to a shuddering death moments later. Fuck me backwards with a chainsaw, can’t even get a coffee without something going wrong.

This was not starting out to be a good day. You turned around to see Connor sitting across from you, perched patiently at your kitchen island, hands resting in his lap.

“I brought you a coffee, you had a late night last night. I thought you might’ve slept in considering the state you were in when you left the station last night.” The android pushed a brown disposable cup towards you, steam dancing welcomingly from the hole in the lid.

“Thanks Connor.” You offered a half smile, taking the beverage and sipping it as you made your way back to fix your clothes. As you were changing, a muffled voice arose from the kitchen; at first you thought Connor was talking to himself, however upon walking out you realised it was a news report.

“Detroit Police are reportedly expecting a brand new line of android detectives, the first prototype currently running a probationary period to decide…” you slunk quietly back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as your hands cradled your head.

By all accounts, you loved working with Connor. He was an amazing partner and friend, and an even better detective. The problem was he was too efficient.

Connor couldn’t fall asleep working on cases, he didn’t get tired so there was no need to rest. He was available 24/7, never late, always on time to the millisecond. He certainly didn’t need to drink coffee or eat to keep his energy up.

Connor was the prime example of a perfect being, in every sense of the word. He left you looking like burnt toast. Tears stung your eyes; not sad tears, rather unadulterated frustration.

Fuck…

“___? What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong coffee?” Connor asked, peeking in hesitantly through the doorway. You scoffed at the absurdity of the question. The coffee was perfect. Everything he did was perfect, yet you couldn’t even wake up on time. Wiping your arm across your eyes, you forced a smile.

“No, no the coffee is fine. I’m ok, just overwhelmed by the case is all.” Connor tilted his head as he analysed you, coming to sit beside you. The bed sunk with his weight, the thrown sheets ruffling against his movement.

“I’ve been proven to have excellent listening skills.” Connor nudged you gently. “Talk to me, please.” You sighed, resting your head on Connor’s shoulder.

“Everything you do is perfect, Connor.”

“I don’t understand, are you saying I’m too efficient at my job?” Connor asked as his LED spun amber circles upon his temple.

“No, not that - well actually, kind of. Just listen.” You stammered, pinching the bridge of your nose in thought. “You don’t make mistakes. You don’t get tired or hungry, or hell even need bathroom breaks. Every move you make is efficient and calculated.”

Connor looked down at you, watching as you caught a stray tear with your finger. He sat in silence, listening as you vented your pent-up frustration to him.

“I’m only human.” You raised a hand, looking at how fragile the human form really was. “I could never be as good of a detective as you are.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Connor stated, resting his hand on yours. You noticed how much larger than your own hand his was, how realistic his pores were, the tips of his fingernails flawlessly sculpted - a faultless imitation of life itself.

“I may be incredibly efficient, but there is one thing i lack.” Connor met your tired gaze. “Emotions.” You scoffed, the irony of the situation hitting you.

“Connor, I am sitting here crying to you about how inadequate I feel, and you try to tell me these same emotions somehow make me better?” Connor gripped your hand tighter, not once breaking eye contact.

“You can feel so many things, ___. You can laugh, cry, fall in love…” Connor paused, finally looking away. “Without emotion, you’re just another soulless machine.”

“Connor…” you started, however words failed you as you found yourself unable to grasp the right thing to say. Instead, Connor wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against him in a comforting embrace.

“You have the freedom to choose what you want to do, where you want to go, be who you want to be. Androids don’t get that choice. We’re built to serve one single purpose in life then dismantled once that purpose is fulfilled.”

“I never thought about it like that…” You confessed as you leaned into Connor, taking in his words as the two of you now sat in silence. It was a while before either of you spoke again, taking it upon yourself to break the peaceful quiet.

“Thanks for the coffee and uh, coming over. Talking about this really helped.” You mumbled the last part, a subtle hue of embarrassment painting your cheeks; working with Hank, neither of you ever really talked about your feelings. Connor smiled in response, patting your head. You leaned away, raising a brow at him.

“I heard it was a comforting gesture. Gavin said so. You rolled your eyes, leaning back into Connor.

“Remind me to kick Gav’s ass when I see him next.”

“Of course, detective.” Connor mused, entwining his fingers with yours.

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[coffeecat1983]

Stobotnik: "As the Song Says" pt 2.

(again apologies for any inconsistency, this is at it's core an AU set after the second movie) Part one is here

   He hadn't noticed it before but it struck him as he joined Stone in the small dining nook that his assistant looked exhausted. He acted his usual self, invested in anything and everything the doctor spoke about during the meal, but the dark circles under his eyes and the hint of his cheeks beginning to sink in were more apparent now that Robotnik bothered to look.    The two were quiet towards the end of dinner, until Robotnik spoke.      "So, Stone, you seemed preoccupied earlier. Anything I should know about?" A low, sharp inhale, the clink of the fork hitting the plate as fingers trembled slightly. In the blink of an eye Stone regained his composure.      "Nothing to worry about, sir." he said smoothly. "Just a mild headache."      "I see. Anything else?" A tremor again. "It's really nothing, sir. I wouldn't want to bore you with my health."    So this is how we're playing it, Robotnik's eyes narrowed in annoyance. Fine, he would dance this dance.      "As long as it doesn't interfere with your duties." He decided to take one more shot. "Because if it does, I'll find out."    He looked up and their eyes met. There it was. The briefest hint of guilt as the agent returned his boss's gaze. Resisting the burning urge to reveal he knew the truth, the scientist let the subject go.

   Returning to the lab, he settled in and began to type, his eyes darting from screen to screen as page after page of information came up. Losing track of time, he was startled as the door opened.      "Sir?" A ripple of tension shot up Robotnik's spine as he tapped a fingertip to hide what was on the screens.      "What is it?" he nearly growled.      "It's eleven, sir. I was just wondering if you were staying up or...?"      "I'll be up, I have things to attend to." Before Stone could offer to stay up with him, Robotnik waved a hand. "You are excused. I don't need an exhausted assistant on my hands right now."    Stone gave a quiet 'yes, sir,' before slipping out. Moments later the door opened again and there was a soft clink. The agent had placed a mug of steaming hot cocoa beside the doctor. Pure Belgian White chocolate with a dusting of lavender powder and just a light drizzle of honey.      "Goodnight, doctor."    A low hum was the reply and Stone quietly left. Reaching over, Robotnik lifted the mug and sipped at it, pausing as the flavors mixed on his tongue. He found himself briefly thinking back to one afternoon in winter, a year or so after Stone had been assigned to him...

     "Agent, why is your drink covered in purple dust?"      "Oh! It's a little something I've been working on. I think I finally got the recipe right." It took very little prompting from Stone to get his boss to try the new drink. Musing over the taste, Robotnik hummed.      "You surprise me, Stone. Keep this recipe, I believe I would enjoy this once in a while before bed."

   It had been the first time he had truly complemented the other, and he had secretly enjoyed the look of pure delight on his assistant's face as he registered the praise. His trip down memory lane was brought to a jarring close as the screen in front of him flashed with a beep.    Final result for potential survival rate: 0%    The mug hit the desk, some of the contents spilling over. Growling to himself over the mess and the lack of results, he pulled up the search parameters and began to edit them before starting it again. As the new search ran, Robotnik considered something. Opening another program, he began typing.    The clock shifted sleepily to three in the morning as Robotnik finished his work and tapped his fingertip against the table. A picture popped up on the main screen as one of his smallest Badniks activated and flew over to him, the camera within the fingernail sized robot was now focused on his face.      "Go on, you've got a job to do."    With a beep of understanding the little device shot out of the room. Robotnik watched the screen as it used the air vents to sneak into Stone's room and the night vision clicked on. It hovered over the sleeping agent for a moment and Robotnik noticed the beads of sweat along Stone's forehead accompanied by the sound of distressed breathing. Had his agent been hiding pain this whole time? He found himself leaning in as he stared at the screen.      "Go on." he urged. As if hearing him, the tiniest Badnik moved and landed behind Stone's exposed ear. A pinch to the skin, a snort from the sleeping figure, and a new panel opened on Robotnik's screen. He was now looking at a live feed of Stone's vital signs.      "Good baby," he coo'd as the Badnik floated back in and over to him. Beeping happily it returned to resting on his desk and watching as he began to type.      "I swear you Badniks somehow have personalities." he muttered, eyeing the little bot. It beeped once as if to agree. Shaking his head in disbelief, the scientist turned back to the screen and began to read.      "Elevated temp, oxygen is steady, pulse elevated indicating physical distress." he contemplated this.    If Stone was already showing signs of discomfort and fever, that meant... A hiss as a string of foul language left his lips. He didn't have much time.

To be continued...

[florihaei]

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- can’t say no to you baby(🧸)(🎀)(🦢) - smau ꒰ the dreamies can never say no to you, your their baby .ᐟ

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- nct dream valentine day special(🎀)(🦢)(📝)(💌) - ꒰ a collection that explores the different ways love finds you on valentine’s day .ᐟ

- spoiled rotten(🎀)(🦢)(🎧) - 1k ꒰ when the dreamies treat you like their baby, you let them .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、MARK

you want this right?(🤍)(🎀)(🦢) - 1.3k ꒰ even if you were friends with benefits, you still loved him.. but what happens when you see him with another girl.. .ᐟ

press start to love (📝)(🎀) - 834 ꒰ he shows you that spending time together is the real win .ᐟ

snow flakes and mistletoes(📃), (🎀) - 364 ꒰ you and mark find warmth and love in a quiet corner of the city, making it a christmas to remember .ᐟ

love like this(💌)(🎀)(📝) - 1k ꒰ “i don’t need some grand confession, just you here with me is enough” .ᐟ

stay a little longer(💌)(🎀)(📃)(🦢)(🤍) - 450 ꒰ it’s late, but neither of you is ready to say goodnight, not when his touch linger and not when he whispers “stay a little longer” .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、RENJUN

paint me in your colors(🎀)(📃)(🦢)(💌) - 440 ꒰ you’ve always been his muse, but tonight, the way his fingers linger makes you wonder if he’s ever wanted to capture you like this before. .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JENO

brooklyns pretty baby(📝), (🦢), (🎀) - 935 ꒰ in brooklyn’s chaos, jeno adores you, his “pretty baby,” but love blurs who’s in control .ᐟ

handle with care(📃)(🎀)(🦢)(💌)- 440 ꒰ he’s careful, always so careful, but tonight you want to see what happens when he stops holding back .ᐟ

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golden hour (📃)(🎀)(🦢) - 556 ꒰ a golden moment of love and playful intimacy between you and haechan .ᐟ

playlist for you (🧸)(🎀)(🦢) - smau ꒰ as a small playlist curator, you never expected an anonymous fan to obsess over your mixes, until you find out it’s haechan .ᐟ

a dangerous game(🎀)(🦢)(📃) - 505 ꒰ haechan holds you close like he means it, quiet, warm, and full of feelings. there’s no teasing now, just soft touches and a closeness that says everything without words. .ᐟ

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tender touch(🎀)(📃)(🦢) - 191 ꒰ jaemin’s tender care, shows just how deeply he cherishes you. .ᐟ

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anything for you(🎀)(📝) - 434 ꒰ jisung struggles with his feelings for you, afraid of the unknown future. he tries to push you away, but when he sees your tears, his resolve begins to crumble .ᐟ

slow burn(🎀)(🦢)(📃) - 530 ꒰ there’s something about him tonight, something in the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room that matters. and you know he’s not going to stop until he’s got you exactly where he wants you .ᐟ

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Buck shifts over on the bed, mindful of Eddie’s leg. Eddie sits up, wincing a little, to try and meet him halfway. 

“Just stay still,” Buck commands. 

“Bossy,” Eddie grumbles. 

Awkwardly, Buck leans over, and kisses him. Gentle, as the occasion calls for. Eddie’s lips are softer than Buck would have expected. He feels warm all over. Like he’s the one on pain medication. It’s quick, and soft, and when Buck pulls away, he can hear Eddie take a sharp little breath.

“Wow,” Eddie mumbles.

“Satisfied?” Buck asks. 

“I love you, too,” Eddie whispers.

“Jeez, that good?”

“I already did… I’ve just… Only girls before, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s a mindfuck, huh?” Buck muses.

“Definitely.”

Buck carefully lays down next to him, closer than before. 

“I’ll kiss you more tomorrow if you take your pain meds and go to sleep?” Buck bribes him.

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Deal.”

Buck reaches for his hand and squeezes it. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Buck.”

ii. 

They spend the next two days before Buck has to go back to work - while Eddie has to take time off - as a sort of family. Maybe not a sort of anything. Maybe just as a family. Buck likes the feel of it.

They take it easy. Eddie can’t do much. Plus, Chris just wants to be home. They order in and play games and just spend time with each other. Buck and Eddie are a little shy. Shyer than they need to be. They don’t want to be too open in front of Chris. Not yet at least. And also, it’s just… Well, it’s strange. To go from best friends to people who are allowed to kiss now. It’s not a simple switch. 

But, god. Buck is happy about it. 

He’s so happy about it. This is right. This makes sense. This is why nothing else was ever going to work out for him. There’s a fate, right? A somewhat determined future? He’s seen proof of that. Well, it’s Eddie. For him, it’s Eddie. It has to have been. It has to be, even now. He belongs here. Exactly here. 

“I can’t believe Tommy poached you,” Eddie grumbles one night in bed, after a decent amount of kissing. Awkwardly positioned kissing, to avoid hurting Eddie’s leg. But still, pretty great, in Buck’s opinion.

“Okay, not to defend him, but you did have a girlfriend and never did literally anything about those feelings, so… Poached isn’t accurate,” Buck says. 

Eddie huffs. “Still.”

“If only I could’ve seen the future then,” Buck says wistfully. 

“About that…” Eddie starts nervously.

“What about it?” Buck asks. 

“I don’t think I want you to look into mine at all,” Eddie says.

Buck stiffens a little. He’s told Eddie about everything he saw in Christopher’s future. The endlessness of the choices. The incomplete future, because of his age. How Eddie’s accident had been obscured to him. The only thing he hasn’t told him was about his little chat with Nemesis. How could he? If Eddie heard about that, he might never let him help again. 

“Uh, you don’t?” Buck says.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “I get it’s a risk, but… Well, you can still do Chris. Make sure he’s good. But don’t you want some things in life to be a surprise?”

Buck sighs. “For me? Sure. But I want… I want to know the people I love are okay.”

“I know you do,” Eddie says. “So do I. But… I think I’m firm on this, okay? Especially if we’re going to be together, Buck. I want all that to unfold naturally.”

Buck smiles at that thought. He can see what Eddie’s saying. Honestly, he can.

“We’re gonna be together, huh?” He says. “For the future?”

“Well, aren’t we?” Eddie asks. 

Buck grins. “Yeah. Yeah, we are. And, uh, that’s not said with future confirmation.”

“So, then?” Eddie prompts. 

“I get what you’re saying,” Buck assures him. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

Besides, he thinks. If what Nemesis said was true, this will be better for him anyway.

iii. 

Buck returns to work resolved to only help or punish strangers. No friends. No loved ones. He’s going to look out for himself. Even if anything could be happening at any point and he wouldn’t know about it. He wouldn’t be able to prepare for it. Change it. It’s fine. Totally fine. Nemesis warned him, right?

For the first few shifts it’s fine. He helps some call victims. Punishes another. It’s mostly not an issue at all. If he just lets himself live in the moment, most days, he finds he can sort of ignore that it’s a thing. He’s working, or he’s home with Eddie and Chris, and he feels fine. Good even. He’s not thinking about the doom he could be preventing if only he risked himself a little at all. Not at all.

When Eddie gets back to work, he’s on light duty for a while. Man-behind for a number of shifts. Relegated to the ambulance after that. Bobby’s taking it seriously, in typical Bobby fashion. Buck is glad. Even if when he’s the one injured it irks him. 

They disclose to Bobby that they’re seeing each other. They’ve told Chris, and his enthusiastic response kind of gave them the fuel to amp things up. Buck has hardly been back to his apartment for anything more than more changes of clothing. Bobby doesn’t have a problem with it. Nor does he seem all that surprised. Is he seeing the future now, too? Damn. 

[but-make-it-bi]

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Lisa Frankenstein x Creature

Summary: Creature get's his turn with the back massager. This is a little different from the og concept but I hope you guys like it!

18+ Smut Under the cut

Lisa was speechless. Not in just a heady post orgasm way either although, holy shit. Like, why was he so good at that anyway? Did he practice? Do vibrators feel good on guys? Is that a thing? Suddenly the confidence she’d been gaining vanished as she remembered how woefully inexperienced she was at this. What are you even supposed to say to someone who made you cum. Can’t say thank you, that’d be weird. And just saying goodnight seems rude… 

“ Okay your turn!” 

Lisa had gotten pretty good at interpreting her friends noises by now but this particular choked garble was new. His face though. That was easier to read full of shock and something deeper she didn’t recognize. She laughed in an attempt to diffuse the tension but it sounded even worse than his choking sound. 

“ It’s cool friends help friends. I’m not gonna just leave a friend hanging ya know?” , Jesus why is she saying friend so much.  “ Like I know blue balls is bullshit cause Taffy told me but if you wanted to I could I mean we could…”

Lisa trailed off. She felt more on display than when she was screaming at the top of her lungs. And it didn’t help that he was staring. He was always staring at her. Like she was doing something both fascinating and confusing. And he was still holding the massager. Gripping it hard like a lifeline in a storm. 

“ Easy there you might break it”, Lisa teased taking it from his hands. It was warm covered in her slick. A sight she felt strangely proud of as she looked at it. “ Need to clean it before you use it though.” Like with his tongue. Lisa dropped the toy like she’d been shocked. “ Um actually how but just an old fashioned back rub huh?”, moving behind him quickly. His skin was cold even beneath the pajama shirt. Muscles tight and stiff from years of disuse. Plus a few weeks cramped in a closet. 

“Jeez you really do need a massage”. He sighed contentedly in response. Lisa worked diligently as she could before admitting defeat. “ Ok I can’t- you just you have to take your shirt off.” Lisa worried the poor boy’s neck would snap with the speed he turned to meet her eye. “ Oh what now you’re shy? You weren’t shy when you were, you know. But if you want me stop-” 

Lisa inhaled his damp earthen smell as the shirt was thrown in her face. Wasn’t dirt supposed to smell bad? It didn’t. It smelled like the forest after the rain. Like a a sky that had cleared just for her. She was taking too long to take the shirt off her head.  

Huh.

Well, it wasn’t like Lisa hadn’t seen shirtless boys before. She’d been to a pool for God’s sake. But seeing a shirtless boy and having a shirtless boy in her bed. Well that was very different. 

He was full of scars. Some were red the only part of his skin that really looked alive. Others were dark and deep a few even looked like they were still open ready to bleed. But most of them were pale hard to even differentiate from the rest of him except by touch. Lisa felt the slight raise of them beneath her fingers. 

“Do they hurt?” His head tilted from side to side like he wasn’t sure. “Well tell me if I’m hurting you cause that’s kinda the opposite of what I’m going for here.”  His nod is accompanied buy an exhale through the nose. “ Don’t laugh! I’m trying really hard.” He raised his hands in a pacifying gesture letting her continue.  

“ I didn’t realize how fun touching someone would be. When I imagined it I always just kinda assumed the guy would be in control,”  Lisa mused. She felt him tense under him at this. “C’mon man, it’s 1989 you can’t get grossed out by a woman being in charge.” , Lisa said crossing her arms. He looked at her then even going so far as to turn around. “What?” He took her by the shoulders then looking even deeper in her eyes. “ Oh! Really? Well that’s, that’s very progressive of you.” He shrugged nonchalantly but his smile looked deeply self satisfied. 

“Does that mean I can boss you around?” His brow rose playfully as if say, you already do. Lisa’s laugh was genuine this time her confidence returning. He did kind of just let her do whatever she wants. It was freeing to not have to listen to whatever crap people thought was good for her. To get to decide. And not just for herself for someone else. Someone who looked at her like he did. Like he would be grateful for whatever she did. Like she was a fucking gift.

“Lean back.” He followed immediately, instinctually eyes never leaving hers. He had such pretty eyes dark brown with those long lashes. She wanted to touch them. His breath caught as Lisa gently grazed each lash with her thumb. She touched his cheek next it was softer than his back. No scars. 

“Open your mouth.” He was slower at this request. Nervous. Lisa traced small circles as she waited. She wouldn’t rush him. He gasped as his lips parted. Soft enough she didn’t even hear it, just felt it tickle her skin. “Good boy.” Her thumb skated on his bottom lip causing him to grip the sheet in response. Lisa couldn’t help but giggle at how easy he was to fluster. Beneath her thumb his lip jutted out poutyly. 

“Sorry! I’m not laughing at you. It’s just it can’t feel that good I’m barely touching you!” He scoffed in obvious disagreement. “I just wanna make sure you can handle it if I keep going.” His nod was adorably eager. He really would do whatever she wanted.  

Lisa leaned in giving him a soft kiss before biting down on the space where neck meets shoulder. Smiling to herself as she heard him moan in earnest. Deeper and needier than his little gasps from before. She bit his chest next not even bothering with a kiss first. Just teeth. She was trying not to break the skin but wondered vaguely if he’d even mind. Looking at his face she didn’t think so. Eyes closed, head thrown back as he arched into her. Disappointed didn’t quite cover the look on his face as she pulled away. 

“Sorry I just I need it to be my turn again.” She said grabbing his hand. Lisa shivered as ice cold fingers slipped beyond the waistband of her unnderwear. He looked for permission before moving any further. Lisa guided one of his fingers inside her in response. She already felt fuller than she ever had before with just one finger. She reached for him. Gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. 

“More.” The finger inside her curled as he pushed another inside her. Lisa tried not to scream. Shoving her palm in to her mouth to stifle herself. He moved then. So slow it made her want to cry. “ Faster. Please.” It was still too slow so Lisa started grinding down desperately. Panting as she used his fingers. 

His other hand found her clit unbidden. Tentative and curious as Lisa moved even faster. “Yes yes” Adam’s movements were slow. A delicious contrast to Lisa’s pace and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She grabbed his chin looking at him.  “ You’ll let me do this again won’t you?” Nod.

“Good, I think you’re my new favorite toy”

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

A Song to Soothe Your Soul

Bellara week day 2: veil jumpers / family (hosted by @datvcompanionweeks )

I’m still trying to write different ships for the remaining bellara days I didn’t have anything written for because I think any of the companions would be cute together and bellara deserves all the love. This one is Bellara x Davrin

Set after the blight eruption and completing Davrin’s personal quests (griffins sent to arlathan)

The veil jumpers still needed help clearing out more venatori from the forest and the veilguard had been working on it. But it was slow going, hiking around the forest following trails to hunt down camps.

They’d found some time to spend out in Arlathan and Zalan didn’t want to waste it so after it got dark and the little group was tired he’d suggested they camp out and keep on the trail tomorrow.

Which Bellara thought was a good plan. And had happily helped set up their tent, it would be just like before Rook and Neve had found her in the forest. Like old times.

Davrin had a campfire going while Zalan helped her with the tent. Assan had started off helping Lace with gathering firewood but soon was chasing nugs and kept trying to jump into the dwarf’s arms when they weren’t filled with sticks.

It reminded her of how much she missed the forest even with all its wild magic and unpredictability. The air just felt cleaner out here and the colors and sounds were home, comforting. She hadn’t realized she had missed it as much as she did.

Bellara leaned over Davrin as they cooked together, a Dalish recipe they both remembered fondly from their youths. The warden chuckled at one of her rambling stories and she smiled when he confessed he used to take the carrots out of his food and feed them to the halla when no one was watching.

Strife and a couple of others had come along, wanting to help drive the blood mages out of their forest. Their tent was also set up and the jumpers came to eat with Bellara’s friends.

It was weird, she’d mused to herself as everyone ate, to see the two halves of her life mingling like this. But in a nice way. Zalan chatted with Strife, asking a few questions about some of the older man’s fighting techniques and one of the veil jumpers was telling a story about an artifact blowing a pond up into the sky to Lace and Davrin.

The other veil jumper stopped at Bellara’s side and offered a hearth cake. The older woman handed them out to the others and Bellara savored hers, another thing she’d missed more than she realized. She’d have to set up a night to make them for the team. She was sure Taash would love some with hot peppers and Emmrich would probably love ones with dates.

Eventually it got dark and knowing they wanted to get an early start the groups headed to bed. The veil jumpers to their tent and the veilguard to theirs. For a moment Bellara watched the groups and felt almost left out, which was silly. Her belongings were in the veilguard tent with Rook and Davrin and Lace. That’s where she had expected to sleep. But part of her thought she should be with Strife and the others. That was where she really belonged after all. Right?

Shaking her head and trying to force the stubborn thoughts away she got into the tent with the others. Assan was already curled up, half on Lace, Davrin protesting loudly that it wasn’t good to encourage him like that but the dwarf was already waving him off and half asleep. Zalan chuckled at the pair, bid Bellara goodnight and rolled over in his own bedroll, almost back to back with their scout. Davrin huffed and settled into his own bedroll, mumbling something about traitorous cat bird sons.

Bellara sat down on her own bedroll and got out her notebook to jot down some ideas from the day. She knew it didn’t bother her friends any for her to stay up longer and Neve had encouraged her to write as a way to wind down before bed.

It never really seemed to work like the detective thought it would but she still enjoyed it.

Sitting there in the quiet with her brain still whirring she wished she’d brought something to tinker on. Maybe one of the smaller projects could have fit in her bag.

She wondered if the other veil jumpers had brought anything to work on, she had moved to get up twice before deciding they probably hadn’t or that they were probably asleep already and sitting back down.

Instead she fiddled with her quill and fingers, twisting them together as she tried to organize her thoughts into what they had to do tomorrow and what she could do tonight. But her mind kept jumping around. It did that sometimes, but without anything to tinker with and not wanting to wake the others up she felt stuck in place like sap.

Taking a deep breath and flopping over she threw an arm over her face and her brain jumped to Emmrich’s breathing techniques. Maybe those would help?

But then she heard Davrin humming, deep and low. She peeked over at him from under her arm and he was facing her and sitting up, the humming pausing for a moment,

“Can’t sleep?” He asked her, pulling out a small piece of wood and a carving knife from his pack. Bellara shot up, feeling her ears pinken as they fluttered in embarrassed panic.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up!” She was going to keep apologizing but he shook his head and shot her a small chuckle and grin.

“It’s alright, sometimes it would happen with the wardens too. Someone would be having a hard time sleeping. Sometimes having someone keep you company for a bit can help. And for you, I’d stay up.” He slowly begun carving, the humming starting up again.

Bellara blinked at him for a moment, letting it sink in and laid down after shuffling closer to him, trying to focus on the sounds of Davrin humming and carving. Her eyelids drooped but her mind still hummed.

“Do you ever think about the future?” She asked him quietly. Evka and Antoine had said the Wardens would continue but after the gods were dead that many would leave. Would Davrin? What would she do after everything? Go back to the veil jumpers was the obvious answer. But it felt so uncertain, she felt so uncertain.

The humming died down even as the carving noises continued in a steady rhythm.

“I think about a future with you.” He answered, and she looked up to find him smiling softly down at her. She flushed and had to avert her eyes. He chuckled at her reaction and set down the wood, brushing his fingers across her vallaslin.

“But won’t you be going away?” She blurted, “Back to Lavendale with the wardens?” She twisted her fingers together again, worried about the answer.

He was quiet for a moment, fingers still tracing over the pattern of lines on her forehead.

“I’ll probably still help the wardens after. But I didn’t stick close by before. No reason not to wander after too. Did you want me gone?” He didn’t stop touching her, the movements soothing even as her heart beat faster.

“Of course not! I… I’d like to have you with me.” It felt like a confession, more than when they agreed to test the waters, more than when they kissed for the first time even. She couldn’t look at him and stared at the top of the tent.

“You could join the veil jumpers. Be close to Arlathan, to the griffins, to Eldrin.” She added in a rushed quiet voice, almost a whisper, like maybe she was trying to convince him.

He paused in his tracing and she risked a glance up at him as he continued, callused fingers trailing along her eyebrow and down her cheekbone.

“And close to you?” There was a teasing lilt there and she blushed but nodded. He leaned down to press a featherlight kiss on an eyelid before pulling away. “I think I could do that. Be a veil jumper, stay with you.” He slid his hand down her face forcing her to close her eyes.

“You’re restless now. Probably my fault.” He chuckled softly, “Close your eyes, I’ll sing.”

She smiled but settled in, shifting closer again so she was pressed against his side. He didn’t sing often but she loved when he did, his voice deep and soft and truly very soothing. Her heart was still racing but she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would be falling asleep, Davrin’s presence a comfort, his voice a solace, and she loved him. It was just that simple. She loved him.

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“It’s good to know you’re safe” – Anthony Beauvillier

Second prompt in the 6 x 6 x 6 Easter Weekend Challenge.

I needed some Tito fluff and that’s that. He seems like such over-protective boyfriend material.

Word count: 490 words

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You closed your front door behind you, locking it securely, before allowing yourself a moment to tilt your head back and smile softly. Of all the first dates you’d ever been on, you’d never been swept off your feet like this before, and you could only hope that Anthony felt the same way.

Never before had a man put so much effort into romancing you. Never.

You didn’t care that the giddy smile stayed on your lips as you hung up your jacket, no-one else around to judge you for indulging yourself in hope. It had only been a classic wine-and-dine date, Anthony making the reservation and meeting you at the restaurant with a sweet smile, but it had been everything you’d ever wanted.

Hope was a dangerous thing, you knew that much. But as your phone started buzzing, Anthony’s name flashing across the screen, that dangerous hope buzzed through your skin.

“Hello?”

“Did you get home okay, ma chérie?”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the term of endearment, smiling to yourself as you kicked your shoes off.

“Yeah, I did Tito, thank you for checking. I hope you did too?” you asked, wincing at the mildly awkward tone in your voice.

“I did, yeah. It’s good to know you’re safe.”

“The uber took me right to the door of my apartment building!” you mused.

“Next time I’ll pick you up myself.”

Next time?

“Next time?” you said softly, hope sinking into your chest.

He cleared his throat, huffing out a laugh, and you just wished you could see his face to read what was going on in his mind.

“Yeah, next time. I hope I’m not being presumptuous, but I had a really great time tonight, and I hope you did too? I know people say to wait a few days to text after a first date, but I couldn’t help myself.”

The smile on your lips spread into a full grin, a hand raising to cover it even though you were alone. This man.

“I had a great time too. I…would love to go on a second date with you,” you said, voice full of warmth.

“Alright! Alright, great. I, uh…”

He trailed off laughing softly to himself.

“I swear I’m much smoother than this usually.”

The fondness you already felt for Anthony was crazy – you couldn’t think of any other way to explain it.

“I don’t know, I kinda like this not-smooth version,” you teased.

Anthony just laughed softly, sending butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“Good to know. Look, I know it’s late so I’ll stop making an idiot of myself. I’ll text you tomorrow, see when you’re next free for me to take you out?”

You found yourself nodding before you could even think. “Yeah, okay. That sounds great.”

“Great. Great! Goodnight, fais de beaux rêves.”

If Anthony ever realised how him speaking French affected you, you’d be a goner.

“Sweet dreams, Tito.”