#just take my ramblings for what they are okay

[fire-700]

Counterpoint, the truth serum doesn't let you lie but it doesn't go well with Nightwing's ADHD and he just starts talking way too much.

Black Mask: Right, now you'll tell us. Who's Batman?

Dick: Oh you guys always ask about Batman, where is he? What is he planning? Where does he hang his cape? You guys should make it easier, just-

BM: I said! Who is Batman?

Dick, sighs: Fiiine, Batman is a control freak who is afraid of taking a day off because then maybe the world blows up and it's his fault, he doesn't trust anyone, not even himself, and he's way too reckless for a guy in his 50's.

BM: That's not what I-

Dick: He's a man scared of the dark, bats, failure, his own kids, aliens, metahumans, the human potential for evil, alternative realities evil doppelgangers, making people upset and showing any kind of emotion.

BM, pulling out a gun: All right enough games blue bird, are you gonna answer my question or not?

Dick: I'm getting there! Also it's Nightwing, not Blue-

BM, aims gun at Dick: Batman. Who?

Dick, moving his head away from the barrel: Okay okay I'll get there faster. Batman is Catwoman's husband, Wonder woman and Superman's boyfriend and we got bets on him being an on/off for Lex Luthor and one of the world's deadliest women.

Dick ends up just talking and talking until Black Mask decides the serum didn't work and just makes people talk their ass out, gagged or not, which was when he said "Batman is Bruce Wayne" but nobody understood that.

The ADHD honesty that made Dick talk for 15 minutes bought enough time for Barbara to track him and send Jason, who asks Dick who's his favorite brother, prompting a 20 minute ramble including a tierlist, scoring from 1-10 and even small stories about each one. Jason heard two minutes and immediately tried to shut him up, gagging him just like Black Mask did.

continuing my thoughts about the Bats all being in high-stress physical and mental states so whenever they get captured and injected with truth serum/something to make them compliant, it reacts horribly with the nuclear levels of cortisol/stress hormones in their bodies and they just conk out. hard.

and, obviously, fully-unconscious Bats can’t answer questions, which is a big L for Black Mask to take after paying off Scarecrow to develop a truth serum no one can resist (not even the Bat himself)

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

Do the twins ever get attached to stanfraud? Does bill get attached to them too? what is their relationship like? and what is their immediate reaction to finding out everything was a lie -- first impressions? GAAHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS i'm ur biggest fan bro

Thank you so much!! It really means a lot that people are enjoying my madness this much!

It’s funny because earlier I was actually doodling him and the twins!

He absolutely gets attached and they get attached in return. While their initial introduction to him is very rocky, they come to enjoy his quirks and unusual interests, especially once Dipper puts together he was the author, and he regularly supervises them on adventures, mainly because Stan asked him too, but also because it’s strangely fun. He will repeatedly claim he hasn’t gone soft to Stan, but then Stan will find him fast asleep with the twins curled up against him, or he’ll catch him helping the twins in their respective Dipper and Mabel’s guide videos. He also likes Mabel Juice! Mabel won’t take his suggestion of adding eyeballs though. Alas.

His feelings towards them are made complicated by his own denial. He doesn’t like the idea that he’s changed much at all, and these new doubts he’s experiencing about his original plans are not thoughts he’s willing to entertain for long. He gets snappy when Stan tries to reassure him it’s okay that he cares, because he doesn’t care, he’s just… playing a role. That’s all. It’s all one big lie. He can do lies. But that doesn’t really explain the genuine panic he experiences when Dipper and Mabel are in danger, and how quickly he jumps in to protect them nor does it explain the fuzzy feeling in his chest when Mabel knits him a sweater.

He’s not the same as he was thirty years ago. That’s a fact. And thirty years was once just a blip for him, but this has felt like he’s lived a whole new life.

And on the flip side, Dipper and Mabel care a lot too. He’s off-putting and he’s strange and he says some things that imply he may have committed murder and gotten away with it, but they like being around him. It isn’t always perfect, same as it is with Stan, but the rougher patches don’t tend to last, and they reconcile by the end of the day (although, Bill is usually incapable of saying sorry verbally and shows his apology through actions instead).

Dipper for one hasn’t really had anyone he can just ramble about nerd stuff with. Bill can actually keep up with Dipper, and they both find themselves enjoying the debate they have about inter dimensional travel, or what sort of haunting would be the most annoying to deal with. Dipper does sometimes catch his uncle looking at him strangely though, almost as though he’s seeing right through Dipper and looking at someone else, but he blinks and the odd look is gone, so he must have imagined it.

Bill does sometimes push Dipper’s buttons, of course, and never gives him direct answers, usually making him look for the answer himself, or read between the lines, which Dipper comes to appreciate as it, so he claims, trains his mind for mysteries. They have a very fun back and forth, honestly. Dipper thinks Stanfraud is the coolest despite all the annoyances, and he really does try his best to impress him.

Mabel meanwhile is just her usual bundle of energy, and charms her great uncle by involving him in her unhinged hijinks, and showing him the art of glitter bombing. She meets him where he’s at! Even though he can sometimes be a little extreme, even for her, she pushes herself out of her comfort zone, mainly because of what Stan told her, about how Ford lost his mind while alone. Well, she can’t have that! She makes a real effort trying to understand him, and why he thinks the way he does.

He also weirdly gives her some good advice whenever Pacifica tries to bring her down, and Mabel is both comforted and inspired by how weird he is, even in his old age. He never lets anyone shame him out of it, and he encourages Mabel to just “Be weird! Your fleshbag life is short! Why waste it caring what lesser skin puppets think?”

Bill unknowingly allows both Dipper and Mabel to feel more comfortable in themselves because of how unapologetically ‘him’ he is.

Sorry if this is messy, by the way, I’m just writing my thoughts as I go along.

Anywho, I think all of this makes finding out everything was a lie very hard hitting for them. Mabel tries to rationalise it, that sure, maybe he wasn’t really their Grunkle, but he still loved them like he was, and they loved him like a Grunkle, meanwhile Dipper reacts very negatively, because he really thought he had found someone like him, someone he confided a lot in, and now he thinks he made the wrong choice, that he was an idiot.

And Stan lied too. He admits the biggest mistake he made was not telling them, but it’s too late for that now.

The one bright side, if you can call it that, is Stan and Bill do tell them before they get Ford back. They think they’ve finally found the way to do it, and Stan wants the kids to know before they try it, give them time to process.

Okay I’ll end there for now! Thank you so much again!

[r3leee]

OKAY FINE YOU HORNY SLUTS

you get smut 😒😒 this is the last time i'm installing on this tho

pairing: dom!billie eilish x sub!fem!reader

summary: part 2 to this fic, which is based off this ramble (idk why this is such a rabbit hole omfg)

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT bear with me 😭🙏🏻, established relationship, hickeys, oral, overstimulation, i guess a little bit of cum play??, pet names (mama, ma, sweet girl, baby), strap + strap sucking, aftercare (all r receiving)

word count: 1,757, should take about thirteen and a half minutes to read

listen to: needy by ariana grande

finneas walked back to his room without a second glance. and as soon as the door shut, your girlfriend took the blanket off you. "come here. we're good now."

IT TOOK ONLY a matter of seconds for her to pounce on you. you'd only ever seen her like this a few times before. but every time it happened, you would try your best to ravish the feeling. because when billie was like this, you were getting treated right until you were ruined.

your back lay flush against the fluffy hotel pillows while your girlfriend grabbed your face and kissed you. rough. hard. almost with a force that knocked the wind out of you. oh ya, you were getting fucked.

she didn't stay near your face for long. but instead of reaching for your neck like she usually did, she instead reached for the top of your dress. since it was strapless, she was going to have a relatively easy time getting it off. "arms up."

you commanded to her words, putting your hands up as she pulled the shiny dress over your skin. what she found excited her even more. "no bra? oh, baby, you know what you're doing." the nickname. baby. it rolled off her tongue so well, so sultrly. it gave you goosebumps.

"and your nipples are hard?" accentuating her words, she wrapped her hands around your chest and rubbed the buds over her thumbs. not with any pressure, though. just so you could feel it there. "this is evidence, sweet girl. you found that hot and you know it."

suddenly, you felt a sharp pinch on your right nipple. it made you gasp. she just smirked and leaned down, quickly using her tongue to soothe the pain. you threw your head back as she started to rub your left nipple like previously.

after a while, when she was satisfied, she pulled away and switched nipples. it was like a game to her to see how much you could take. she, at some point, started to suck so hard you swore it would leave marks.

one she felt she had enough, she took her mouth off you. she stuck her tongue out, running a line down your cleavage. she went slowly, her tongue trailing down your body feeling like fire. her tongue quickly dipped in the trench of your belly button before reaching just above your clit.

right as she reached your pussy, she looked up at you. there were no words exchanged, but you could tell what she was asking you. if this was okay. that’s the thing you loved about your girlfriend. no matter how desperate she was, if you told her to stop, she would. but, as you nodded, her soft gaze got thrown away.

today wasn’t a teasing day. hell, barely even a prep day. almost immediately, she was on you like a prisoner eating their final meal.

billie left no mercy as she ate you out. her tongue took on different patterns, too spontaneous with her movement to care.

she seemed to do something new every few seconds. it transitioned from licking up and down your folds to sucking your clit to sliding her tongue down and into your entrance in such a way it made tears form in the corner of your eyes.

you whined and pulled her hair, making her chuckle into you. the action made you seem to fall even harder, the vibrations easing just the right ache.

billie was relentless. it was often she got engulfed in your pussy, not wanting to stop pleasing you until you were begging her not to. but this was different. it was feral the way she was licking up your arousal that was spilling onto her tongue. it was almost like she wanted to completely clean you out, not wanting a single part of you untouched.

once you’d finally announced you were close with a high pitched moan, she didn’t even seem as if she heard you. she just kept up, sucking your sensitive bud and rolling her tongue around it.

when you did cum, it was fuzzy. it felt like laying on a cloud. well, only for a bit. until you realized billie was nowhere near done with you, licking up her reward.

“ billie, bills! oh my god, bills, i came, i came!” your voice was high pitched as you squirmed, trying to get out of her iron clad grip on your thighs.

for whatever reason, which you didn’t expect, she released, making a little “pop!” as if she was just sucking on a lollipop. to her, it was candy either way.

she quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve before taking her pointer finger and sticking it back inside. you jolted, but she quickly took it out before you could whine again.

it was jarring the way she licked your release off her finger. but it was hot. it made you feel warm all over again, wanting her to devour you again and again and again.

billie crawled back up to kiss you lips. you could taste yourself on her tongue, making you reel. she pulled away quickly, a string of saliva connecting you. “i’m gonna get the strap,” she mumbled frantically.

you nodded, not at all complaining. you laid on your back, eagerly waiting as your girlfriend hopped off the bed and toward her suitcase. of course she brought the strap to a different country. of course she did.

you watched with hungry eyes as she undid the buckle on her belt, shimming her pants down to harness the fake dick around her waist.

as she walked back to the bed, she stopped right at the foot of it. you tilted your head in confusion. “come here, mama, suck on it.”

you obeyed to her request, hopping off the bed and settling on your knees on the floor. you didn’t immediately take the whole thing in at once, instead just going for the tip.

you hollowed your cheeks as if billie could feel the thing (which she always swore she could.) “mhm, just like that, baby, just like that.” she gently pushed your head forward, seeing just how far you could take the indigo dildo.

once she’d decided you’d had enough, she commanded you off. immediately, you got on your back, easing into the pillows.

billie crawled on the bed to get into position. she cupped your face, giving you one more kiss, before grabbing the strap. she ran the tip of the dildo up and down your folds, collecting your slick. “you ready for it, ma?” she asked as she lined it up with your entrance.

“yes.” she didn’t need to be told twice. immediately, she sunk into your pussy, bottoming out. although you had a few different dildos that you two used, this one was the one you used the most. so, it was no surprise how your pussy immediately engulfed the silicone, almost like it for perfectly.

you groaned and threw your head back as billie drew tight circles on your clit with her finger. “just tell me when i can move,” she spoke in a tone so soft it almost wasn’t like she didn’t just put 7 inches of silicone inside you.

after a while, you nodded.

billie didn’t need to be told twice.

her thrusts started off gentle and calm, moving her hips to only take an inch out and put it back into your waiting hole. the slow speed of these thrusts made it so you could feel everything: the gentle touch of billie’s thighs against yours, the dildo pressing so nicely on your walls.

you were content with this. but, billie wasn’t. at some point, it seemed she got bored, as she strung on of your legs over her shoulder and went faster.

the new angle made her be able to penetrate that spot all the way in the back that made you see stars. and with the speed and hardness she was going, the pleasure only multiplied.

“oh, fuck, billie, yaaa, right there,” you encouraged her. she only laughed and nodded in response.

it didn’t take long for the sound of skin slapping on skin to take over the room. well, if you could even hear that over your moans. billie was fucking you with a rawness she hadn’t shown in a while.

you swore you could feel the strap kissing your cervix with every thrust, making you unable to stop letting out sounds. little “uh, uh, uh, uh”s filled the room every time she thrust.

but, who could blame you? the strap was so deep you swore if you looked down, you could see it peeking through your stomach. but you couldn’t even lift your head. the pleasure was too good.

your tits bounced as billie pounded into you, causing her to reach down and take your nipples between her fingers. “oh, you like this?” she teased you. “ya, you like me fucking you like this? like you deserve? ya, i know, i know, it just feels so good…”

the feeling of your hard nipples being played with combined with the damage your girlfriend was doing to your pussy was starting to make you feel overwhelmed. like you were about to fall off the edge.

“billie, shit, i-i’m close,” you said out. “can i cum? please, can i cum, please please please…” that made her smile.

“you don’t gotta beg me, baby. just let go.”

and let go you did. you slapped a hand over your mouth as your back arched off the bed. white hot was all you could see as billie slowed down, letting you ride out your high.

once you were done and could feel the seepage dripping out of you, you took your hand off your mouth, heavily breathing.

billie leaned down to kiss your lips. she smiled into it before pulling away. “you doing okay?” she asked. you nodded. “i’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

in a few seconds, the strap was out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. she quickly undid the harness and threw it somewhere across the room for her to wash later.

she pulled you into your arms and kissed your head, rubbing your back. “you did so good for me, sweet girl. thank you for letting me do that.”

you hid your face into her neck and spoke. “of course, bills.”

she grinned and kissed your forehead. “okay, you go pee, then i’ll run you a shower, ya?” she proposed. you nodded and went to crawl off the bed.

“hey!” she called out one more time. you turned your head back to look at her.

“i love you.” you beamed.

“i love you, too.”

[dtlpc]

Kinito riding a skateboard

a little bit of a ramble but i think (if he wanted a skateboard/to try skateboarding) he'd turn his surfboard into a shitty skateboard by attaching 'homemade' wheels. although kinito is a computer program, i like to think his coding knowledge isn't super advanced, and most programmers or anyone with even a lick of knowledge in coding knows it almost never goes smoothly (tell me about it) even if you know your shit. kinito is okay at coding, but hes not great, so some of the things he makes are just subpar, which is okay. its also great to take into account that he's an older program, he was made in 1999 which means his capabilities most likely are around that time assuming he wasn't really updated (he probably wasnt because... yeah) he probably feels incredibly proud of his creations once he perfects them, because i doubt he would want to show you anything he didn't work his ass off to perfection with, which means what he shows you is probably his best work, which is cute. anyway heres kinito on my skateboard as a peace offering for talking so much... (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

not a single thought in that head

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

So I was trying to sleep and a random scene popped up in my mind...its like they all were visiting a beach in the human world and literally saw mc there (wearing a bikini). This takes place after 3- 4 weeks when MC have left the devildom and also can this be a all combined scene? but you can do it separately too. Arigato sista 🥺💛...lol I can imagine their faces 😂...

Of course I can! And you're welcome thanks for the love😊 💕

The brothers react to a MC wearing a bikini

It was a day you were so excited for. You had just reunited with the brothers and had so many great plans laid out. One was a beach day since it was summertime in the human world. You packed some things before casting a teleportation spell to your favorite beach. Once there you look around and spot the 7 brothers. Lucifer is as always fully covered yet still very hot. Mammon is all out there and is holding a beach ball ready to play some games. Levi is hidden but not as much as Lucifer and actually seems excited to be in the water. Satan is his pretty self with a bored look yet obviously excited glint to his eyes. Asmos is beautiful and already is setting up a whole large pink umbrella and pretty pink towel to tan on. Beel looks so happy and his muscles gleam beautifully in the light. Belphie still somehow looks comfortable even in a swimsuit and looks very tired but was holding off to see you. As you approach you can see all of their faces light up in their own quirky way. Yet once their eyes traveled down it was another story. Lucifer kept his gaze for a moment before looking back up at your eyes with a small yet sly smirk and a light hue to his cheeks. " MC that color looks wonderful on you" he says smoothly. Mammon stalled because he couldn't process what he was seeing then his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He immediately yelled "Cover up more dammit! Getting me all hot and bothered ya stupid human!" He huffs. Levi stares but with a beet red face and a slow forming nose bleed "a-ah MC you look uhm...." He can't even finish his sentence before passing out from blood loss. Satan alike his brother stared and looked you up and down fully giving you a gentle smile "let's enjoy our day yeah?" He says with a brighter blush than Lucifers but it was still faint. Asmos immediately squealed "MC! You look so amazing! 10/10 where did you get the bikini it looks like it was crafted for your body!" He continues to ramble about the clothing. Beel just stares for a moment then looks at your face his own cheeks a even amount of red yet he decided to be a gentleman and keep his gaze on your face with a small smile. Belphie immediately eyed you up and down then took off his jacket and zipped it up in front of his brothers before glaring at them for their gaze then he looked at you and smiled "I like it but I'd rather be the only to see it stay here on the beach with me okay?" He says ignoring his brother's protest.

[atalldrinkofcaprisun]

Don’t Wait For Me After I’m Gone (pt. 2)

silco x gn!reader - he didn’t die AU - tw: canon compliant violence, drug use - 18+

howdy!!! reposted and edited again! I’m having trouble with all of the links so sorry they’re not super functional right now. But anyways, I MISS MY WIFE TAILS!!

also on ao3 xx masterlist

The screaming was the worst part. You had been posted outside of The Doctor’s underground laboratory/cave for three hours now, under the orders not to enter unless you wanted to be sedated until the procedure was over.

When the Scientist arrived at the factory, he had started work immediately. The bullets nimbly extracted and quickly stitched, his hand feebly squeezing your own when he could. You had pressed kisses to his damp temples and pushed hair out of his face, back into his rumpled style. He’d even notice sometimes but it was clear he was in agony.

“It is good you kept that with you,” The Doctor nodded his head towards the injector lying cracked on the floor towards the far wall. You had thrown it off as soon as it had emptied, “He would have been unreachable if you had not administered the medicinal serum. It gave him just enough to hold on.”

“So, he’s going to be okay?” You asked, trying to give that little flame of hope in your chest something to fuel itself.

“He will survive, yes. Survival at least.” the bandaged man replied cryptically before returning his full attention to Silco, “I suggest making plans to move him to safety. Your opponents will be hunting for you soon if they haven’t started already.” He’d put a hand on your shoulder, “I know where they will not find you.”

Shortly afterwards, you had sprinted all the way back to The Last Drop. Exhausted and shaking, you’d only managed a stammering, “Silco. He’s- the warehouse…” before promptly passing out into Ran’s arms. You’d woken up in your bed, apparently you had only been out about 20 minutes.

Now, here you stood, arms crossed and leaning against a rough stone wall. Your nails dug into your skin, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t leave, not when he was in pain. Jinx had been permitted in. Whatever had transpired between Jinx and The Doctor had created a new trust. You had wanted to protest but when Jinx set Silco down on the examination table and sat quietly in a chair in the corner, her eyes not moving from Silco, you had surrendered. Jinx needed to know her father wasn’t going to be one more thing to haunt her. You could keep watch this time.

Sevika was elsewhere getting her arm fixed once again, and keeping all of the intelligence open for signs of what had been happening in Piltover. She’d headed back to The Drop. Running Zaun directly or alone had never been something you wanted. Especially now, with the love of your life still in danger of being lost forever, and your child being the cause on top of whatever had been done to her-

There came another string of rambles, ranging from terror to agony to anger. Occasionally you would hear The Doctor muttering. You could feel the wave of emotions settle between your shoulders, winding up the muscles like snakes tensing to bite. You needed a distraction.

Threats were going to be coming from all sides. Jinx had officially crossed the carefully toed line of impertinent interference that Silco had perfected. You didn’t know what the aftermath of the missile had been, and it didn’t take a genius to guess. A part of you didn’t care. Fuck the Topsiders for needing to be brought to the battlefield. Still, you couldn’t ignore the stiffness setting in your arms and neck, your hands clenched into fists as tears began to resurface.

Another moan of pain, this one low and mournful… your name again. You covered your ears and tried to fight the urge to bust through the door.

Fuck it. You’d rather be sedated then hear one more second of this without being able to help. Hands flew to the door handle of their own accord, but were met with the empty air as the door opened first.

Jinx’s pink eyes bore into your own, flat, “Doc say you can come in. Apparently he’s though the worst. Dad’ll- be okay.” She sounded completely drained.

You gathered Jinx in a tight hug, wanting to offer any sort of comfort you could, “He’s going to understand. We’ve been so worried about you, Blue.”

“I killed him.” She mumbled into your shoulder, “I almost-”

“But you didn’t,” you pulled back to look in her eyes, your hands pushing her bangs off of her forehead to finally get a good look. She was so pale now, worse than before, almost spectral. Her freckles and dark makeup only making her appear more sickly, she was smeared with dirt and blood and crusted tears. Her eyes weren’t glowing anymore, but their pale blue had been consumed by the eery magenta of Shimmer. “He knows how much you’re struggling. He isn’t dead. It was an accident. He knows that.”

Jinx didn’t look convinced, only lifting your arms off of her and pushing past into the fissures beyond, “I just need to be alone.“ She turned before she crossed behind the faint lantern glow, “You know where to find me,” and then she was gone.

You waited, letting the compulsion to run after her and comfort her dissolve for a later time. If anything would be able to get through to Jinx it would be Silco himself. In order for him to get the chance, however, you needed to make sure Silco would stay alive. Jinx was smart, and knew when and how to lay low. She would be alright for a few hours. With a deep breath and you headed into the attached cavern.

“Doctor, Is he-“ your gaze mimed fixated on the disheveled and miserable man strapped to the gurney. At the sound of your voice Silco’s eyes landed on you, relief washing over his expression the moment he processed what he was seeing. “Thank Jannah, Sil,” you sighed, stepping and crossing the space. Your hand fell into his, fitting perfectly into his palm, warm and alive and responsive. With a smile you took your free hand and pushed the strands of charcoal and ash hair out of his face, “Hey there, handsome.” You beamed.

The once bright orange iris, now matching his daughter’s pink hue, was scanning along your features, relief washing over the face you had come to love more than you had ever thought possible. His pale blue eye was just as intently looking at you, but his eyelid hung heavy with exhaustion, “What’s a creature like you,” his voice was strained and low, rumbling out of his chest more than his throat, “doing in a place like this?”

Your mind played the first time he had said that to you as you grinned, “That line is still too cheesy to work.”

“Better than the look you gave me when I said it then.” He hummed as your hand moved from his hair to brush his cheek, “Did I ever tell you it was Jinx’s idea?”

“To try and hit on me after saving my life or?” You laughed lightly.

“To tell you,” he wheezed for a second as a flare of purple raced up his skin and into his damaged iris, “ah, how pretty you looked.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the pain seemed to become just a little less.

“So you settled on calling me a creature?” You scoffed teasingly.

“Is now the time for such, frivolous things?” The Doctor’s tone was annoyed as he cut in. He started undoing the straps holding Silco down, and he motioned for you to help him.

You looked at the scientist with one brow raised as Silco sighed, “I’ve nearly died today. It makes a man think about things… differently,” his gaze didn’t move from your face, like he was studying it for the first time. You were used to his staring habit, but this felt different. Maybe it was the drugs, “so beautiful,” he muttered so low, he probably hadn’t even noticed he’d said it.

“Shut up, old man,” you smiled, “Save your breath.”

The Doctor moved to your side of the table, batting you away as he began to unstrap his arm and head. Which was only fair since you hadn’t even started to undo the buckle. Your hand slipped away from Silco’s and you immediately missed the feeling. The anxiety that boiled in your stomach was vicious and your skin seemed to itch with the need to continue to make sure Silco was truly alive and real, on the mend and going to survive. Once the kingpin was free, the Doctor took his pulse, then gently helped him rise to a sitting position. His face contorted with the pain but eased as he breathed through it. At last, Doc looked towards you and nodded, giving his permission, you could fully take in your paramour.

Silco’s left arm was protectively hugged around his bandage wrapped torso, his smoldering eye still pulsing pink as was it’s seafoam counterpart. His hair was haphazard and his makeup smeared away long ago, the ashen skin of his scar visible in large smudges. You wrapped your arms around him as gently as you could manage, still causing him to hiss ever so slightly. His heartbeat thumped away under your ear, protected in his rib cage, fast and a little irregular. His smell was tainted with blood and sweat but it was still him. His free arm pulled you closer, his nose resting on top of your head. Together you breathed. Just for a moment that to you, felt like the exact eternity you needed to find your voice.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

He chuckled deep in his chest, “I promise to try and not make it a habit, my lovely.”

You only burrowed further into his arms in reply. Your home was here. Safely by Silco’s side, in his arms, breathing and basking in the gift of having more time. Just as the tension had begun to ease from your shoulders Silco spoke again, “Where is Jinx? Is she alright?”

You met his gaze, “She’s… upset. She didn’t mean to kill you. I think she’s headed back to her lab. I wanted to go with her but…”

“But you needed to make sure I would be alright first.” He gently finished and ran a hand through your hair, “Thank you for saving me. Now we’re officially even.” He let his fingertips stroke your cheek, “We need to get to Jinx. I need to tell her I forgive her.”

“You won’t be able to walk on your own yet, old friend.” The Doctor spoke up again from his desk across the room, apparently he had returned to his more important projects, “Your body is still processing the serum. You don’t have your daughter’s vitality.”

Silco frowned over at the old scientist, “I think I can manage. And anyways,” he looked down at you, “I won’t be alone.”

You nodded, and stepped out of his embrace to help him down and onto his feet. As he touched the stone floor however, his legs seemed to buckle and he fell onto you heavily with a grunt of pain. You caught him and let him get his grip on the edge of the gurney. His teeth grinding as he pulled himself upwards, “Sil? Are you-?”

“It’s fine.” The ever stubborn Eye of Zaun commanded. The Doctor and you shared a quick look.

You knew he was lying but he had more pressing concerns than his own comfort at the moment, “Can you?” he gestured vaguely around himself. Asking for help was still not something he was completely comfortable with, but you knew what he meant.

You shifted around him, so one of your arms was around his midsection, the other was holding his hand as his own arm swept over your shoulders. Jinx’s Lab and The Last Drop were a bit of a walk away. The Doctor, grumbling all the while, retrieved a cane from some depths of his caverns and gave you what doses Silco might need if he took a sudden turn. With measured steps you began to lead Silco to the door. Just before you crossed the threshold, Silco tugged and stopped, “Thank you, Doctor. My family owes you a great debt.”

A stiff and matter of fact “I know.” was the only reply he received.

Silco pressed a kiss to your temple and together you set off.

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Small treasures🪻

✨Pairing: Wooyoung x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You drag Wooyoung to a second hand shop with the promise he'll get ice cream afterwards and he ends up finding a bunch of porcelain frogs he wants to bring home and who are you to say no to your adorable partner? ✨Word Count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, partners au, slice of life ☀️️Authors note: I got this idea into my head just when I had gone to bed at midnight yesterday and had to scramble to write down what I had come up with in my notes app. Here's now the finished and more polished version! Hope you enjoy it💓

”Babe why are we even here??” Wooyoung asked

”I wanted to see if I can find some cute things for our apartment!” you respond to your boyfriend.

”But why am I here? You promised me ice cream.” He pouts feeling betrayed that he has yet to gotten the ice cream he was promised by you when you went out causing you to smile at him and his adorable pout.

”We will get the ice cream after this okay? Now shoo let’s split up and see what we can find!” You gently push him in one direction before going in the other to look through the lamps they had hanging around. You had hoped to find some unique pieces to hang in your living room today.

Wooyoung had ended up in the section with different candlelight holders and porcelain figures. He was browsing through the section bored until his eyes settled on the most ridiculous looking porcelain frog, it was burgundy red with black spots and the mouth was open entirely indicating you were meant to put a candle in there. He picked it up, looking it over as his smile grew and before he knew it he was walking over towards you eager to show you what he found.

You could hear him giggling before you saw him as he approached you. You hummed quietly wondering what could possibly have him giggling this much already when he wasn’t even gone for five minutes and had before that been pouty about being in the second hand shop at all.

”This is you babe!” Was all you heard before the porcelain frog was shoved up into your face. It took you a moment to register what he said and take in the truly ridiculous looking frog before scoffing and giving him a playful glare.

”And how exactly is this me?! Looks more like you if anything babe.” You pointed back and Wooyoung shook his head.

”No!! You’re wrong, this is you when you yawn!” 

”More like you when you yawn!” You fought back and you could see that he was enjoying this a lot. He looked at you, then the frog then back at you. He did it a few times before he very fondly said:

”I want it.”

”Are you sure Wooyoung?”

”Yeah. It reminds me of you, it’s cute and so are you.”

”You think that frog is cute?”

”Yeah especially when it reminds me of you and your cute yawns. I could put my keys in it.” He starts to ramble on why he really really really wants it as if he’s trying to convince you to let him buy it. When in reality you’d let him buy whatever he wants, it’s both of yours apartment. You’d never be one of those people who exclude your own partner from buying things and decorating the space you inhabit to make sure both of your personalities and styles could be present for those who visit. 

”Woo, babe, I’d never stop you from buying the frog.”

His eyes practically lights up and he beams at you happily before going in for a quick kiss.

"Thank you babe!!" He kisses your cheek before turning around and hurrying over to get a basket, gently putting down his frog before he returns to the porcelain figure section.

You look at him fondly thinking that he looks cute when he's this excited. He seems to be enjoying this shopping spree much more now and you can see that he's actually going through the section he is at much more carefully, picking things up, examining them and either putting them back on the shelf or into his basket depending on if they're to his liking.

"I can't wait to see what you bring home." You mumble to yourself before going back to looking at the lamps. Hoping to find something before you go to check out.

You manage to find a nice lamp in the shape of a flower and a nice cardigan for yourself to bring home.

"Ready to check out?" You ask Wooyoung when you slide up next to him and he gives you a nod as he puts the item in his hand into his basket.

Wooyoung hides the basket from you slightly claiming he doesn't want you to see it all until you both are at the counter. You did catch that the basket seems to be filled with a bunch of things he has found and it makes you happy he has found things he wants to put in your home. No matter what they might look like you want him to freely decorate like you will be doing as well.

"I like the lamp you've picked out! It will go nicely next to the sofa!" He says thoughtfully as he looks it over which makes you smile.

"I'm glad you like it! It was like love at first sight for me."

The two of you make it to the cashier and you put up your lamp and cardigan as Wooyoung starts putting everything from his basket onto the counter.

First up is the yawning frog he had found, then another frog, and another, and a cup with a frog. It doesn't seem to stop and you can't stop the laughter bubbling up seeing all the frogs he has found. One is sitting cutely on a lily pad with a flower on its head and he claims that this cutie is for Sannie, since Sannie is a buff guy with a cute personality and this frog is cute like San.

You can only agree that it would fit your friend perfectly. He puts up some more frogs and if you counted right he has found around 13 frog related things he will be bringing home. All of them varying in size and color.

"You really like the frogs huh?"

"Yeah! But the first one is my favorite. I will be thinking of you every time I see it. The other frogs are just cute and I wanna give one to Sannie and one to Sangie!" He tells you and pointing at another little frog when he had said Yeosangs nickname.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed this so much baby." You say as you pay for the items and takes the bags the cashier has given you two.

"We should do this again! I wanna see if I can find more frogs." He chuckles as the two of you walks out of the second hand shop with the ice cream shop as your next destination.

"I'll make sure to bring you next time I'm going second hand shopping then." you tell him.

"Perfect!" He beams before giving your cheek a kiss and taking ahold of your hand swinging it as the two of you enjoy your walk.

[duplicityvn]

devtalk #1 11/10 ::

Hey, I've been recently made aware of a... I don't know what to say so I'll just put, "controversial" update of one of the games in this community.

First off, I want to say kudos to @/fantasia-kitt for biting the bullet and putting some actual real dark shit into the game. This is what's been missing from the community.

Personally, I think these devblogs and interactions between community and developer have watered down yandere stories and have promoted an almost unhealthy look towards what a yandere actually is.

It also has caused several people to develop an unhealthy sense of relationships, thinking that you're only loved or capable of showing love if you do extremely toxic things as a "Look what I'll do for you, don't you understand?"

This isn't to say that I think devblogs should be removed, or we should stop dev-community interactions all together. No, this is just me saying, "Hey, guys. These characters are meant to be dark, are meant to be evil, they're morally reprehensible and irredeemable. Remember that."

When you get into dark content, you have to be prepared for dark fucking content, okay?

Onto my second point of this post.

Do I think there should have been clearer warnings in the game before some of this stuff happened? Yes and no. I think FK's warnings are appropriate and clearly stated.

I also think that following a similar format to Boyfriend to Death, where there is a content warning/trigger list for each separate character would help in expectations for these incidents. People get attached to characters, it's a thing that happens. If you asked me several months ago, I would have a different opinion. As it stands, I now have comfort characters of my own.

Do I think anything is wrong with TKATB or FK? No, absolutely not. FK is entitled to create whatever story they want to, however dark they want to. I appreciate that they're bringing this into the community and it's a little inspiring and motivating if I'm being honest.

Anyway, this is just my own personal thoughts and ramblings on this matter. I am but a tiny dev with a tiny following that wanted to make a post about this in general. In the future, I will personally be making a trigger/content warning list for each character before such content is released to avoid this happening. I will also be implementing it into the game itself so it's very in your face about what Duplicity: Revival contains.

You have your own responsibility to listen to and heed warnings that developers list for their games. If ***any*** of that content on those warnings are an issue for you, then don't interact with the game. At all.

I think that's all I had to say about this. I'll add more if I think of anything.

Take care of yourself, bunnies. <3

-Cin

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

sugar, spice and everything nice!

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pairing: pining! barista wooyoung x gn! customer reader

tags: when i was writing this i was thinking to myself, "hear me out -wooyoung as the local cafe barista who has a massive crush on you, him being so so delusional about it", and then i decided to roll with because i can write about that so please enjoy! <3

summary: wooyoung's a barista, you're a (his) regular and he thinks this is his chance at a cafe slow-burn romance.

word count: 1.6k words

+ 1

"what can i get started for you today?" wooyoung monotonously greets like clockwork, fingers hovered over the touchscreen.

"what would you recommend?" he lifts his eyes to meet your inquisitive ones. pointing to the chalkboard, wooyoung replied flippantly, "these are our cafe's specialties." your eyebrows furrowed, repeating, "i know. what would you recommend?"

he paused in his tracks, much like a dear in headlights, "uh..." his face burns from the focused stare you had pinned on him. unsure, he rambles, "everything's...delicious! my favorite is the latte paired with the apple crumble pie." this time round, wooyoung takes a proper look at you.

you're pretty cute, he observed, hands idly fiddling with the cloth tucked in the pocket of his apron.

"okay. i'll have that." he enters your (his) order, and hands you a receipt, directing you to the pickup counter as he prepares your items.

when he finally hands over your items, you sheepishly apologized, "sorry if i had troubled you earlier. i didn't know what to get since it is my first time here." wooyoung found it difficult to be mad, "oh...it's no problem at all. i can assure you that everything here is good."

"thanks so much, uhm...wooyoung." you glanced down at his nametag and then back up to express your gratitude. as you picked up your items, he nods and responds out of habit, "come by again!"

+ 2

wooyoung leans his weight against the counter, phone in his hand as he goes on about his day, "—yeah and i was saying...oh! wait."

his voice dies down when he hears the bell ring, thinking it was another customer. but as soon as his gaze lands on you, a confident smile replaces the nonchalant expression he once had.

"catch you in a bit, my favorite person is here." he ends the call, not bothering to hear his friend's complaint. you were one of his frequent customers, and also someone he's taken interest in. a little bit too much interest in though, ever since his first chance meeting with you. you have been coming in at least once or twice a week, and each time his heart soars when you're around.

"hey sweetheart, anything i can get for ya?" he props his head up with his hand, eyes never leaving you as you scrutinize the chalkboard menu, "sweetheart...is that a new nickname? i bet you call everyone sweetheart, right wooyoung?"

"nah, only for you." he assures, and he jumps when he sees the sides of your mouth twitch upwards—no doubt holding back a grin. you rattle off your order, something he also knew by heart. this special order wasn't written on the menu, but something he had went out of his way to make for you, lying about a "secret" menu that only a few people (read: only you) knew.

"do you want anything else to go with that order? for you, it's on the house!" he gestured to the pastries at the display shelf and you teased, "are you sure about that? you're going to make a loss at this rate."

true, he was always offering to gift you a free pastry with your drink. not that it mattered because he'd gladly cover the cost with his salary just to see you smile.

"of course not. there wasn't much business today." a lie.

"and also, who else is going to taste my efforts?" partly the truth.

"i want to give one to you to cheer you on." absolute truth.

you relented, shaking your head, "okay, okay. you can pick one for me." he nearly swoons at the sight of you beaming at him, "of course." wooyoung prepares your order—making small talk with you—his silly smile never once disappeared in your presence.

"here you go." he hands them over to you, nearly dropping the items when your fingers brushed over his to collect your order. "thanks a bunch! i'll get going."

"bye...see you again!" he precariously leans over the counter, neck craning as you walked off. he sighs dreamily before having a "reality check" when another customer not-so-subtly coughs a distance away from him.

"sorry, what can i get for you today?"

+ 3

wooyoung checks his appearance against the reflection of the fridge by the back of the store, donning his apron on before stepping out. almost immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest when he spots you typing away on your laptop.

"hey." he smoothly greets you. you were seated at your usual space near the counter, a cup of tea beside you.

seems like today was a "no-procrastination day", judging from how your teapot was completely close to empty.

you raised your eyes to meet his, "hello! did you just start work?" he excitedly nods, then schools his expression not a second later, "yeah. need a refill?" he juts out his chin and you sighed, "yeah. your colleague had boiled the water a couple of times for me already."

so you've been here for a while now, wooyoung chews the inside of his cheeks to hide a triumphant smile. moving automatically, he grabs the hot kettle, "don't worry, i'll reheat your teabag as many times as you request me to." you beamed at him, "that would be nice."

"anything for you."

the next few hours passed by in a flash, yet the constant reminder that you were still sat there a great encouragement for wooyoung as he pushes through the dinner rush. as the last bit of the dinner crowd titters away, wooyoung makes his way to stand behind the counter to rest, standing opposite you. the empty dinner plate on your left made him smile knowing you were being fed well by him.

"how's it going?"

you hummed, "not bad! i think i'll go home and rest for a bit before i pull an all-nighter to complete this manuscript." wooyoung makes a face, "again?" you hid your chuckles behind your palm, "what do you mean 'again'? i swear i don't stay up late often."

"everytime you come here and stay here for nearly the whole day, you're most definitely pulling an all-nighter." he holds up a finger, as if to prove a point. "and secondly, you're drinking tea. because if you chugged coffee the whole day you'd be holed up in the toilet instead of doing your work." flabbergast at his statement, you reached over to playfully whack him, "wooyoung! how could you!"

he laughs, shoulders shaking and hands clutched over his stomach, "it's the truth!" you pouted, "you're too much...you didn't have to announce it to the world!"

wooyoung easily balances your plate and teapot on one hand, "i'm gonna be closing up soon, in about 30 minutes. will you be...making a move?"

your eyes comically widened, "it's that late?" a flick of your wrist shows the time on your watch, an amused wooyoung watching you.

"yeah, it is. you might as well wait till i finish clearing up and i'll send you to a bus stop or subway station," he offered, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "oh! that would be nice of you actually. is it alright?" you clasped your hands in front of you, a sparkle lighting up your eyes.

"of course."

+ 4

"are you closing?"

wooyoung had his back facing the door and he holds back a groan from the question. of course we're closing, he grumbles, the neon sign is already switched off and...

his thoughts trailed off when he spots you sheepishly standing by the door.

"what are you doing here this late?" wooyoung blurts out and you rubbed your neck nervously, "i was...craving an ice americano and also a..."

"let me guess. an apple crumble pie?" he teases, pretending to think hard about it. "exactly that." you levelled your gaze to meet his, eyes twinkling. but not a moment later you shook your head, "but if you're closing i'll go—"

"how about i see what i can do for you?" the moment the sparkle in your eyes seemed to light up brighter, wooyoung thinks he'd better remember this moment for the rest of his life. he ushers you in, "you know, i realized you haven't been passing by here lately. i'm going to have to extend my working hours if you only appear at this time of the day. it's not good for my business."

"hey...! i've been busy, okay?" you huffed and wooyoung just laughs, "i'm kidding. business has been great too, since it's the holiday season more people have been coming in to try our limited time menu." he bustles around the counters, making your request all while you peered over to state at him.

you mused, "you don't sound happy about this good news." he smirked, playful tone lacing his words, "clearly, because i haven't been seeing you around." the oven dings behind him and he pulls out the tray.

"that doesn't look like an apple crumble." setting down the tray before you, he slides your drink up next to it as your confusion settled in.

"ice americano this late isn't good for your stomach. and we also ran out of apple pies so, i made you hot cocoa and reheated some of the milk bread i made just now."

a second passed and wooyoung was afraid he did something wrong. "is...it not to your liking? i should have—" "—no! no, i'm just touched that you'd go out of your way to do something like that."

wooyoung's triumphant smile stretched wide on his face, "then, please enjoy while i clean up the store."

in comfortable silence, you had your supper while he tidied up like clockwork: mopping the floors, putting away utensils, straightening tables and chairs and not to forget, glancing at you as you happily ate.

"how much is this?" you fished out your wallet and wooyoung was quick to grab it from you, "nuh uh. this one's on me. you don't owe me anything." arms coming to cross in front of you, you pouted, "fine, then how can i repay you?"

"let's go on a date. you can pay me back then."

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[quinngefail]

Is Lawrence a “no Adam, we are not keeping the stray cat you found” but then immediately falls in love with the cat type guy. Is he. I need to know

SHAKING

💥 Rambling Beast Incoming 💥 Because I will not lie. I've thought about this a lot LMAO

I am also putting a cut. Because this got to be way longer than anticipated, and also slowly pivots into just being a short fic HRKGMGKGK......

But uh I've imagined that the conversation came up during a late night. They'd been staying together, and just being together for a few months now. They have a lot of conversations that revolve around just asking each other about all sorts of things, getting to know one another more and more. And just being able to freely ask things that certainly weren't important during their six hours in hell. 'Getting to know you's in significantly less stressful environments, basically.

At some point that night, Lawrence asks Adam what some things on his bucket list are. Adam gets a little flustered, and sorta mumbles, "I promise it's nothing that exciting."

But of course, Lawrence wants to hear anyway. Doesn't matter if it's 'I want to have a concert on the moon', or 'I want to find a lucky penny on the subway'. He just wants to hear anything and everything from this man, no matter what Adam's harsh inner voice may repeatedly insist.

So Adam begins to explain one of the biggest things on that list, which is that he's just always wanted a pet. A cat, specifically, as they're his favorite. Because even in a world where his parents could have afforded to take care of one, they wouldn't have anyway. They both just did not care for animals, and weren't exactly hesitant to very bluntly express their disdain for them, in far less kind words. And even if Adam had been existing on his own for about 6-7 years now, he certainly wasn't ever in a comfortable enough financial state to take care of a pet. And he could truly never forgive himself if he was the reason for any amount of harm coming to something that was so innocently dependant on him... The man who had struggled to feed even himself.

So, he had just shoved that idea to the back of his mind. But the longing never stopped, of course.

Once he's finished, Lawrence gives a saddened nod, and offers his sympathetic words. But, there's a few moments of silence before he perks up a bit. Why don't they just get one, then.

Adam blinks a few times in surprise, but he can't keep a little smile from creeping up his face.

"Well, you know I'm not going to say no to that," he responds. "But only if you're really okay with having a little bastard running around your place,"

Lawrence first starts with a dry chuckle. "Oh, I don't think I'm a stranger to that anymore, darling. In fact, I'm rather acquainted with the little hellion I've already welcomed into my home. And you know, I am quite fond of him."

Adam's smile only grows larger, and more crooked, as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah okay, whatever, asshole." But it's only a second or two before their shared laughter fills the bedroom.

"Well, it'll certainly be loved." Lawrence remarks in the lull of their banter. "And completely spoiled."

"Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely." Adam nods, cracking a cocky smirk. "It'll have no idea that I've been waiting 20 some years for this shit. Poor bastard's in for of some of the most obnoxious, sappy, lovey dovey shit ever. It'll hate us so much."

"Oh yes, nothing but malice towards us. It'll want us both dead." Lawrence smiles back. "Well, we can start looking around for our unlucky candidate tomorrow, if you'd like."

"Fuck yeah," Adam grins, curling both hands into eager fists. Really though, on the inside, he was running rapid, ecstatic laps around his brain.

His ass was not going to be able to sleep tonight.

"...And thank you," he quietly adds, highly masking just how much he wanted to repeat his gratitude again, and again, and again, and again- though, he was sure this masking was to limited success, for the shaking of his hands were at least one thing that currently betrayed him-

"Of course, Adam."

Their hands then find one another, and squeeze... One shaking hand unable to keep itself from squeezing down hard.

~~~

AND THEN...... THERE WERE CATS !! >:3

And they are indeed spoiled rotten and deeply loved by the both of them LMAO

[obsidianpen]

Tell me Tom is bad at feelings without telling me.... Loved your new B&G chapter, kinda knew that we'd have to see the Dark Lord version of Tommy sometime soon, but didn't think it would be THAT soon. I want my fluff back.

Anywho - kinda funny that he's all in Hermione's face about being her 'Master' when he's quite literally a slave to that WAP. I think Hermione needs to put him in his place ASAP. Here's hoping that whatever they see in the vision really shows just how 'worthy' she is of being his equal.

I am also honestly jealous of all the people that are able to fantasise about the ending - I honestly have no idea and I'm loving it.

My only (silly) question is - will the lines ever stop spreading? It's clear that they are literally everywhere (thanks Tom), but surely they are running out of space to spread?

Also - the hand shaped mark on Tom's chest that Hermione did - are they somehow connected? Sorry I know that's 2 question.

Feel free to ignore them if they are too spoilery! x0x0x

okay I’m glad someone else sees this too haha! Yeah, so not to get to into revealing toms inner turmoil (if you don’t like knowing what’s going on in his head stop reading this),

but I’m totally about to ramble big time because I think a lot of people are missing this. Lots of comments like ‘he’s such an asshole!! How dare he!!!’ Well. Toms definitely spinning. And can you blame the guy? He went from getting a bouquet of symbolic wildflowers from hermione that was even sweeter than she realized (he often gave flowers to his clients as a shop boy, and he even stole some for her accidentally - never imagined once in his life that he’d ever get any - yes because he’s a guy but also because he has a lot of hang ups, he is not used to gifts, he gives things to manipulate and he takes the things he wants), and after deciphering all that realizing (even if he wouldn’t say as much) that he’s fucking down so bad for this witch, fully enamored, must keep. And THEN she’s sick and THEN she doesn’t take his nice ‘take a nap, love’ potion and THEN she gets kidnapped by Dumbledore and the freaking MACUSA and THEN he’s pleading with freaking Hepzibah like some lovesick peasant for help and THEN, when he’s knee deep in imperious curses and dark marks and internationally kidnapping metamorphagi bartenders, THEN, while retrieving her wand from the Ministry despite how tricky that is (like a true gentleman)… he finds out this bitch stole his ring. Which means she knew about his horcrux (well it was horcruxes but he didn’t know that then poor lamb) and in his mind, the only reason anyone would go after a horcrux would be to destroy it. Tom had to process a lot, still had to save her because he can’t have this seer who knows all about him in Dumbledore’s clutches, had to short term delude himself into pretending everything is totally fine until he gets her out, that whole grand escape thing happens, and THEN she wants to give him a blowjob??? Which he’s never trusted anyone to do, let alone this witch he’s obsessed with who destroyed his SOUL??? Who at this point he thinks is a world class psychopath, btw - but he lets it happen because even in his most crazed moments, he’s actually exactly what you said. And he knows it deep down, but can’t accept it, so yeah, he’s doing the whole ‘have to reassert my dark lord dominance’ thing, and while a lot of people reading seemed really hung up on him being a manipulative asshole (rightfully so, this is him), there was also a lot of pretty blatant worship in that chapter too (and in case this has also escaped the general notice, Tom is actually obsessed with pleasing her)

[peachhcs]

omg you should write something of an example where will has dropped everything for samy

i'd do anything for you

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

when samy struggles with the semester piling up will takes his chances to fly out and surprise her

1.4k words

hiiii on my posting spree fr fr. here’s a little something i wrote up :)) keep sending in requests!!!

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samy couldn't do it. she'd been staring at the 8 problem calculus homework for almost three hours now and none of it was clicking. it should've been easy considering she took it in high school, but something about college calculus was 100x harder than what she did a year ago. to make it worse, will was on facetime attempting to help her through the problems, but it wasn't any luck and the tears were growing thicker in her eyes. 

"i don't get it. i don't get it. i don't get it," the brunette buried her face into her arms, trying to keep the sobs from escaping. 

"you're getting so close, baby. i promise. we can take a break if you want?" will offered through the screen. 

she shook her head, "no, i can't. i need to finish this. it's due tomorrow morning and it's already 12:30." 

both of them grimaced hearing how late it was already. will had early conditioning tomorrow which meant he needed to be up in five and a half hours, yet here he was on the call trying to help the youngest hughes through her homework. 

"well, you're super close to figuring it out. you just need to derive the function," will continued softly. 

"that's what i'm doing but it just doesn't make sense. i can't do this," if anyone knew anything about samy it was that she needed to do everything perfectly or else it wasn't good in her eyes. doing homework ended in hell like this sometimes because samy just couldn't pretend like she did it and hope for the best when she turned it in. all of it needed to be correct. 

it also didn't help that there was a lot going on. homework, practice, and classes were staring to pile up as mid semester rolled around and the poor girl was definitely drowning in everything. plus, she really wished her boyfriend was there so he would just hold her and tell her it would be okay. 

"you can do this, i promise. if you could do it in high school, you can do it now," the blonde encouraged, but he saw the solemn look on his girlfriend's face and the tears. it broke his heart seeing her so upset about the homework. 

"i can't, will. i can't do this. i'm so tired from everything. class, practice, homework—i just need a break or something. wish you were here," samy rambled through her frustration. will frowned even more, hating that he wasn't a step away to be able to comfort her and wipe her tears away. 

"i know, i wish i was there too. always thinking of you, sweet girl," his little pet name brought a little blush to her cheeks as she wiped her own tears away. 

she wouldn't ever ask him to come, especially with his collegiate season fully underway. she just couldn't ask him to do that for her, even if she really wanted to. she also knew he 100% would and samy didn't want will missing anything and getting yelled at by his coach just for her. 

"i'm thinking of you, too. i'll figure it out. i should let you go. you have practice in the morning," samy finally realized the time, lifting her head back up and wiping her puffy eyes from the last of her tears. the sight hurt will's heart. 

"are you sure? i don't mind staying up," he said. 

"i'm sure. i promise. you need sleep. i need sleep," samy nodded firmly. 

"okay, well text me if you need anyting else. i love you," the blonde blew a kiss to the phone. samy did the same back before they hung up for the night. 

she decided to just give up. it wasn't worth it anymore and she needed sleep. will, on the other hand, felt horrible. he hated that he couldn't be there for her. the blonde glanced at the clock on his desk knowing that in five hours he needed to be up and it definitely wouldn't feel good, but he didn't care. 

he looked over at gabe's sleeping figure in his bed. that boy could sleep through anything which was convenient when will was on call for a bit longer with samy. he reopened his computer and clicked into expedia. 

would coach kill him? probably. would he sit bench for missing a weekend of practice? definitely. would he get a stern talking to? most likely. did will care? no. 

samy obviously needed him and if he was being honest, he needed her too. with that, will started searching for the earliest flight out to michigan in hopes that a weekend surprise would ease all of the tension. 

—

the brunette was at her desk again after class. she forfeited that homework and just hoped her professor would give her some grace for attempting the problems. what samy didn't know was hannah busy on her side of the room texting with will about his arrival. 

ethan and mark were tasked with picking the blonde up from the airport. they were excited that the younger boy was coming to visit knowing how stressed samy had been the past few days. luckily, gabe and ryan would do their best to cover for will but honestly, the blonde didn't care about the consequences from coach. if they wanted to bench him, they were gonna go ahead and bench him. 

hannah quickly jumped off her bed when there was a small knock on the door. samy didn't hear because of her headphones on, so she was oblivious to will poking his head in with ethan and mark behind him, phones recording. 

"she's studying," hannah whispered and opened the door wider. will smiled to himself, setting his bag down and carefully reaching out to tap his girlfriend's shoulder. 

she turned her head, expecting hannah, but when she caught sight of her boyfriend's large grin she jumped out of her chair. 

"holy shit," the girl exclaimed, jumping into his arms without a second though. the others cheered in excitement. 

"hi, baby," will continued grinning as he held her tightly.

"what are you doing here? what about practice?" the brunette had a million questions as she pulled back to really take in will's face and his presence.

"skipped them," the blonde said like it wasn't a big deal.

"what do you mean you skipped them? i thought you couldn't skip practice or else you'd get in trouble," she was in disbelief as she glanced over at hannah, ethan, and mark.

"i mean yeah, but you needed me and i felt horrible that i couldn't be there for you," his words softened her expression and she melted back into him. 

"you skipped a whole weekend of practice just for me?" the younger hughes wondered, heart feeling full because she's never had anyone say or do that for her before. 

"yup. wanted to see my girl," will beamed. 

neither of them cared about the others still in the room as they connected their lips into a sweet kiss. the three awed, happy to see the couple so happy, especially samy. 

"i love you," the brunette smiled as they pulled away.

"i love you too," will smiled back and that's when mark and ethan decided to be mark and ethan by pouncing on the blonde's shoulders.

"it's good to see you again, man. we've got good things planned for this weekend," mark smirked while samy rolled her eyes at their antics.

"i'm sure. it's good to see you guys too," the blonde laughed along. 

samy went to hannah who's lips were turned up into a smirk that she kept that secret for a good 12 hours. "surprised?" the girl wondered.

"very. thanks for getting him here," samy hugged her roommate.

"of course. anything to get you less stressed for a few days," they shared a laugh. 

she eyed her boyfriend again and he immediately met her gaze probably feeling her stare on him. the two smiled again as will reached out to wrap his arm around her torso. 

"we'll give you two some space, but then we're getting out tonight!" ethan exclaimed as him and mark trailed out of the dorm. 

"i'll go bother amelia two doors down," hannah winked making samy roll her eyes and will flush. 

when it was just the two of them samy returned her gaze to her boyfriend who was already looking at her. she pinched his cheek.

"thanks for coming. i'm really glad you're here." 

"anything for you. i hope this weekend can ease your stress," will pinched her cheeks back before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

"now that you're here it definitely will," and with that, the couple climbed into samy's bed for some some much needed rest and cuddles that the two haven't had since summer ended.

[leanxooo]

L O S T P U P P Y — rick grimes x black!fem reader x daryl dixon

“is it so bad i just wanna be around you two?”

✷ : One day a unknown named girl shows up to the atlanta camp, when she gets settled; she takes a liking to daryl and rick, following them around like a lost puppy and they dont know why.

✷ : chapter one: lost puppy interlude [ see other chapters ]

cw: mentions of daddy issues, walkers, pet names ( pretty, darling, sweet girl, princess ) , rude!daryl at first, a little sexual content ( dry humping, dirty talk, kissing ), age gap ( reader is 19 - 20 and Rick and Daryl are 30 - 40 ).

xoxo note: in this apocalypse the haves phones and anything modern, don't like it? keep it pushing honey, also ntm on me! I haven't written in a while.

Silence. That was the only thing heard around the camp as the group watched the young girl walk up in a baby pink skims set with pink Asics and a black book bag with a purse on her side.

"Who the fuck-" Daryl started to say out of his mouth as the girl walked up breathing heavy, "holy shit bro" she said as everyone looked at her.

She looked behind her, wondering what everyone was looking at "what we looking at?" she asked confused "who are you" Rick asked as he put his hand on his gun.

"oop- lets chill... okay?" she said giggling nervously, "my name is y/n and I was just walking and I saw the camp." she shifted from side to side as everyone just stared at her.

"Well welcome to our camp, your more than welcome to stay pretty girl," Carol walked up and smiled at her "I'm Carol."

The young girl smiled at the older lady, "thank you Carol!"

Rick and Daryl silently watched the scene unfold, Daryl was looking the girl up almost drooling at the sight of her, her pretty brown legs, her slicked back ponytail, the way the skims fit her body.

"Daryl wipe ya mouth for me real quick!" t-dog and Glenn laughed together as Daryl muttered profanities under his breath and walked off.

The conversation between Carol and the girl continued, not even paying attention to the boys. "Well as of right now.. we don't have any tents and there's like three to a tent and there is only one tent that only has two people.." Carol rambled.

Y/n nodded her head and followed Carol to the tent, "you're going to have to share this with Rick and Daryl.. at least for right now till we go on another run" Carol said and motioned for y/n to follow her to a table where two boys were sitting.

"Y/n, this is Rick and Daryl your temporary roommates! their very sweet and respectful guys," carol spoke but y/n wasn't listening she was just staring at the two man before her.

She was already having unholy thoughts about Rick's beard tickling her legs as he-

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by Carol when she whispered in y/n's ear, "you don't wanna get on Daryl's bad side so I suggest you stay out of his way and rick is going through something with his wife so don't be surprised if he's cold towards you." Y/n nodded her head and waved at the two.

"Its nice to meet you guys, Im y/n, I promise not to be your way" she smiled at the two, only Rick returned the smile.

Carol walked y/n back to the tent she would be staying in and left her alone, they ended up putting a cot in the tent next to two other cots.

Y/n sat up her side of the tent with pink and sparkly things, the blanket on her cot was pink and so was her pillow. She re-organized her bookbag and sat it in the corner.

She pulled out her phone and portable charger turning her phone on to watch TikTok, it was currently 10:40 and Carol called everyone out to eat.

Y/n walked out the tent with her same skims on but changed her Asics to her pink Kurt slides, she walked up to everyone sitting in a circle and sat next to a young boy.

"Hi I'm carl" the boy put his hand out to the girl, y/n reached her hand out and shook it. "I like your nails!" Carl smiled and held her hand for a bit as her admired her pink duck nails.

"Thank you! I do them myself" she smiled "foreal?" he asked, letting her hand go in the process.

She nodded her head and looked at everyone that was staring at her, "so y/n.." Andrea started "what's your story?"

Y/n looked around, "well I'm from Las Vegas.. I came to Atlanta to visit when the apocalypse started," Rick looked her up and down "how did you survive alone out there?" he asked.

"My dad is a cop, he taught me a few survival things" she giggled "he also had alot of guns." she stopped real quick, got up and ran to her tent.

Everyone was confused but she came back with her bookbag, she pulled out a pink hand gun.

"Why the fuck is it pink?' Daryl spoke "well first off.. I like pink and secondly I hate the color black so.."

"Your so interesting.." Andrea said "yea I get that alot" y/n said admiring the gun.

"How old are you y/n" t-dog asked as he ate the stew Carol made, "I'm 21, my birthday just passed." She smiled at him and he nodded his head.

AFTER AWHILE OF SITTING BY THE FIRE AND GETTING TO KNOW Y/N EVERYONE HEADED TO BED, dale let y/n use the bathroom in the RV to get ready for bed.

Y/n walked out the RV in hellokitty pants and a white cropped tee, she walked to where carols tent was and saw Carol was with her husband and daughter.

"Good night Carol, thank you for everything" y/n smiled and Carol smiled back but her smile quickly dropped after her husband gave her a stern look.

Y/n looked at him with a stank look, "the fuck be wrong" y/n thought. Before y/n left the tent she blew a small kiss at Carol and her daughter.

While y/n was walking to her tent she saw Rick's wife, who she learned was Lori and Rick's friend, shane sneaking into the woods.

"This is a weird ass place," she thought as she shook her head. Y/n walked to her tent saying her good nights to everyone.

She got into the tent and saw Daryl and Rick staring straight at her, "well shit, I got something on my face?" she giggled, Rick slowly shook his head.

"Oh-" she was going to say something but was interrupted, "what the fuck is your deal?" Daryl asked rudely but y/n only laughed.

"Fuck is you talking about?" she asked in the same tone. "You popped up outta' nowhere with ya' lil expensive clothes and ya bags."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Rick only watched the interaction from his cot, "you sure nobody sent you?" Daryl asked "nigga- who the fuck would have sent me?" y/n pulled her phone out of one of her purses and set it up, taking a scarf out of her black bag.

She pulled up her camera and tied the scarf around her fresh edges, "I mean I don't know-" Daryl stated sarcastically as he moved his hands in the air.

Y/n just laughed at him and turned her phone off to charge, "no one sent me dummy."

She layed in her cot and got under her cover, "goodnight boys." She smiled and rolled over.

"Oh and Daryl next time you wanna drool over me-" she turned around "dont do it when I'm around love."

[mixelation]

I keep periodically reading reader fics in an attempt to Understand and I have nothing. Like I'm reasonably pro OC/Canon fics, and I actually enjoy second person, but reader fics just have me??? I do not need to be involved here what am I adding to the narrative... Also sooner or later I inevitably hit I Would Not Fucking Say That. And reader fics even trying to being generic have to add Some sort of description to the reader insert that makes it pretty clear that it is in fact not me swooning at Gojo's feet, or else he needs to stop preening and take me to the fucking hospital because if I a dark skinned black woman just turned bright red I think ive been cursed?? And the crazy thing to me is that I've actually run across some fairly talented writers who do write normal fics who are also super into reader fic and I try it and just go WHY is this not just a normal oc fic. Okay sorry for the rambling

yeah no this is about how i feel. i like OC fics and i like OC/character but something about reader insert land is just..... off??? like most of them just collapse into Generic Man/Generic Woman and at that point then what is the point

like i guess for me sometimes i do like characters because i can project on them/relate to them, but when it's a character i understand they are meant to be different from me even if i'm also supposed to project onto them, so when they make slightly different choices or something happens with them physically that wouldn't apply to me, i'm not like "hey! you ruined my immersion!" and then also because they are a character, usually they have an actual personality, which i like seeing in characters and makes me interested in what they will do or how they will react to things. also sometimes the character not being exactly like me is good because i like imagining scenarios where people do things i would never do because it's fun

meanwhile with the reader insert concept i'm like..... is that supposed to be me? please. i'm not this boring and also i have too much anxiety to have gotten into that situation and also too much self respect to not immediately leave. like are the reader insert fics for the people who leave comments on fics complaining your main character didn't do exactly what the commenter thinks they would have done in a given situation......? do they get mad when they're OOC????

[probablyspooky]

Tesoro Atlantis [Vinny x F!Reader]

[Next]

You're a marine biologist, friend of Milo Thatch, who brings you along on the expedition to find Atlantis, allowing you a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the seabed for yourself, but you find more than that.

The day at the museum was going as it usually does, you were currently leading a small tour through the marine life fossil exhibit, going over many types of prehistoric crustaceans.

“The helicoprion, also known as the buzz saw shark, was a group of shark-like fish with a spiral jar-” you spoke to the large group of people trailing behind you, you trail off noticing your friend, Milo Thatch waving at you from the large archway of the exhibit.

Taking a moment while the group looks around without you, you walk over to him.

“What is it, Milo? I’m working right no-”

“[Y/N], you’re not gonna believe this, last night after work-”

“You mean after the board called you an idiot and you ran after their car-” “Yeah yeah-anyway, there was this woman-”

“A woman?”

“A pretty one, her name was Helga, she took me to this mansion, this man… Mr. Whitman”

“Milo you’re taking up my five minutes,” you hold his shoulder, preventing him from rambling some more.

“I’m going to find Atlantis!” he exclaims, his eyes full of wonder.

“Oh Milo! Thats-” “And you’re coming!”

Wait what?

Here you are, on the launch pad of the Ulysses submarine, taking it all in while you sling your duffle over your shoulder, the bustling sounds of men hauling carts onto the launch pad. You spot Milo speaking to a beautiful blonde woman, you assume that’s the Helga he was speaking of.

You chuckle, following him to the large elevator leading down to where the sub meets the water.

“Are you excited?” Milo asks you, wiping his glasses

“Well of course, who wouldn’t be excited to possibly find a lost underwater civilization?”, you say walking off the elevator with the large flow of men.

Milo and you take a moment to admire the large sub when Milo is run into from behind.

“Hey, junior. If you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there.” said this tall Italian man.

You squinted at him taking in his buzzed head with flat top hair, his black sweater, and for some reason he was wearing a chestplate loosely hung onto his body. He proceeds to push a cart full of explosives between Milo and you, glancing at you for a fraction of a second.

“Um, excuse me, excuse me. You dropped your dy-dy-dy” Milo stutters.

“Dynamite” you say, taking it from Milo, and holding it out towards the man.

He takes it squinting at the two of you, mostly you, and then taking an occasional glance at Milo.

“What else have you, uh…got in there?”

The man smirks.

“Oh, eh, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and…” he glances at you, “paperclips; big ones. You know, just uh, office supplies”

You cover your mouth to cover a chuckle, this makes the man smirk under his large mustache and he continues towards the ship.

“Milo!” a man calls out.

Milo tells you he will be back and to board without him, as he walks off to meet the commander. 

You board the sub, struggling to keep up with the flow of the large crew of strong men boarding at the same time as you. Finally reaching a common area, a little aways from the flow of busy traffic, you take a deep breath.

“I’m going into the deep sea,” you smile, turning to find the bunk room you were assigned to, swinging your duffel over your shoulder. The stupid bag tears, sending your journals and sketches of deep sea creatures all over the floor.

“Dammit…” you mutter, kneeling down and trying to gather as much as you can before people can step on it.

“Need some help, bambina?” a familiar voice says from ahead of you. 

A pair of boots steps up and kneels down, the man from before helps you gather your items and hands them to you.

“Oh thank you…mr…?” you squint at him, trying to pry his name out of him.

“Vincenzo Santorini, but you can call me Vinny okay?” he says, his face seemingly void of emotion.

He reaches over to your bag and looks at the tear.

“Cheap bag, eh?” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of large paper clips, using them to hold the torn fabric of the bag together.

“I thought you were joking about the paper clips…” “I never joke about something as important as the paperclips”

You chuckle, suddenly hearing Milo yelp, something about a bed.

“Oh that’s Milo,” you sigh, “Thank you Vinny” you smile at him, making your way to where Milo was yelling.

You come to the male bunk area and find Milo getting a thorough checkout from a giant man.

Vinny steps behind you.

“You good Milo?” you ask, tilting your head at the sight of it all, suddenly a dog? Capybara? Shuffles over to you.

You jump a bit startled, bumping back into Vinny.

“Mole, stop scaring her,” he says.

“I was jussst trying to find out her history.” the short man with goggles, Mole said.

Vinny rolls his eyes.

“Girl’s not like men Mole, they wash their hands”

Mole growls and scurries back to his bunk.

“Don’t mind Mole, loves dirt, I’ll show ya to ya bunk okay?” Vinny says, walking down the hall, “You comin?”

You look at Milo, seeing he’s okay, you follow Vinny.

Walking down the metal hallway the two of you are silent. Vinny leads you to a mostly empty bunk room.

“Here you go Bambina,” he says,”briefing in an hour, see ya there eh?”

You nod as Vinny leaves you, setting your bag down you lay yourself onto the firm mattress bunk. 

“An hour…”

You lean down to your bag, grabbing a pencil, trying your best from memory to sketch a certain italian.

On the bridge Milo is discussing the plans to reach Atlantis.

You lean against the firm railing watching Milo struggle to capture everyone's attention. You feel someone's eyes resting on you as you stand there, too nervous to meet their gaze you try hard to keep your focus on your friend.

“Heh, uh, how…how ‘bout some slides? The…first slide is a depiction of a creature,” he fumbles with the slides in his hands trying to slide them into the projector, “A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.”

The slide he puts into the projector was not in fact the creature, but a slide of Milo and you at the beach.

“Hubba, hubba.” Packard chuckles.

Vinny snorts and then turns his gaze away.

“Milo!” you groan.

“Sorry!” he sputters, scrambles to grab the correct slide, “Anyway, this, uh…okay. This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.”

Vinny chuckles, leaning back onto the railing with his arms crossed.

“With something like that, I would have white wine, I think.”

You chuckle to yourself, earning a smirk from Vinny as the briefing continues.

Milo continues the briefing, referencing the Book of Job, the bible, where they would need to reach a tunnel that will curve to an air pocket to the entrance of Atlantis.

Mole grumbles, pulling on Helga’s shirt.

“You said there would be digging,”

“Go away, Mole,” she replies, giving him a shove

A helmsman calls the captain over to come look at something, the meeting is over so you saunter over to the window to take in the sights of the deep sea creatures.

Your eyes graze the lower sea beds, spotting giant isopods, fangtooths, even different colors of Abyssal jelly fishes. Smiling to yourself you lean closer to the window to see the ocean floor.

“Good view?” Vinny chimes in, standing next to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh!” you jump, a bit startled, “Y-yeah, it’s not everyday I get to see the ocean floor this close up.”

“You like this fish stuff eh?” he asks, crossing his arms over the railing and bending down to look out the window with you.

“Oh I love sea life,” you respond, “Ever since I was young I have had a deep passion for sea life.”

“Oh, I never really like fish, I mean it’s good with some wine and a nice sauce. But I don't really like swimming with them.”

“Ironically,” you smile leaning down, your hands on your cheeks, “I don’t know how to swim.”

Vinny laughs.

“No? You’re in the wrong spot then bambina,” he looks at you, “ Don’t worry I got you.”

You give him a warm smile, as he returns one to you.

Suddenly, the Ulysses jerks violently, almost sending you over the railing, Vinny steadies you with a hand  on your shoulder.

“The hell?” he mutters.

The intercom blares as Helga’s voice blares throughout the Ulysses.

“Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews! Battle stations!”

Vinny frowns, his mustache furrows.

“I gotta go bambina, get somewhere safe.” Vinny says, running down the hall. 

A deckhand runs up to you, and grabs your wrist, leading you to the bridge as you were a special guest.

The Ulysses jerks again, this time the submarine turns to its side, sending you flying off the stairs, hitting the large bay window.

“Jiminy christmas! It’s a machine!” Milo shouts,

You peer up, holding your head, a gash on your forehead throbbing as crimson life drips down your chin, you look out the large window, peering into the giant red eye of the mechanical Leviathan as it strangles its grip tighter onto the submarine.

Rourke frowns, staring into the eye of the beast.

“Launch subpods!’ Rourke shouts.

You stare as torpedoes fire from small pods that seem to fly throughout the water.

“Vinny! Mole! Fire!” he commands.

The leviathan’s grip on the sub weakens as the torpedoes make contact with its metal shell.

“We’re free, all ahead full!” Rourke barks.

The sub tries to make an escape, full force skimming through the water as the small sub pods continue to try and hold the beast back.

Packard is on the phone, chatting to someone named Marge.

“Sir, engineering on 4,” she mutters, lighting a cigarette.

Rourke listens in on the comm.

“How much time do we have?....Alright. You heard the lady! Let’s move!” he shouts.

Milo comes over, helping you up, his eyes landing directly on the gash of your forehead.

“Move? Where? Move where?!” Milo asks, tugging you along.

Helga shouts down to the crew below her, “Packard, sound the alarm!”

“I don’t think he’s coming back-”

“Packard!” Helga yells.

“I have to call you back.-- No, no, I’ll call you”

The alarm blares as the crew ushers Milo and you towards the escape pods.

“All hands, abandon ship,” Packards voice says over the PA system.

Milo and you are shoved into tight seats as they seal the escape pods hull.

“Lieutenant, get us out of here!” Rourke shouts.

You watch, a little dizzy from the gash on your forehead still bleeding.

The Leviathan roars, strangling the Ulyssess again.

“Lieutenant!” Rourke shouts.

“I’m working on it!” Helga shouts, kicking the lever that seemed to not want to move. With a firm kick, it jolts forward, the hull of the door pops open and the escape pods drop into the water.

“Where to, Mr. Thatch?” Rourke barks.

“We’re looking for a big crevice of some kind.” Milo responds, reading through the journal.

Rourke scans the seabed, and points, “There up ahead!”

Helga grabs the mouthpiece to communicate with the other pods. “All craft, make your mark 20 degrees down angle! Steer clear of our evac pod, we got wounded, she’s staining carpet!”

You don’t remember much besides Milo yammering about some sort of grease trap.

You can see other pods struggling to keep up, some exploding underwater as some sort of blue beam fires into them, next thing you know the eva ship you’re in struggles against the tight space of the crevice.

The pod breaks the surface of the water and Helga opens the hatch.

Milo gets you to the stairs of the ruins.

“You okay?” he asks, taking a rag from his pocket to wipe on your forehead.

A gloved hand grabs Milo’s hand, stopping him from touching your gash.

“You got that from your pocket? A hanky? It’s dirty,” Vinny growls, going into his side pocket, pulling a small first aid kit from it, he produces some alcohol and begins to clean your gash.

“You okay bambina?” he asks a tinge of worry in his voice.

‘I’m fine…” you mumble.

Audrey and Sweet watch this all unfold.

“Neva’ thought I’d see Vinny bein’ so sweet on someone before,” Audrey says, crossing her arms.

“Guys are suckers for cute faces, it just took Vinny awhile to find one he likes,” Sweet chuckles.

The crew holds a memorial for those they had lost in the sea, nearly 200 men in the crew, what they had now were all that were left of the crew.

Rourke sighs, running a hand through what’s left of his hair.

“Okay, people, saddle up. Lieutenant. I want this convoy moving 5 minutes ago.”

Helga begins to bark orders and Vinny turns to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” he asks, pointing a thumb behind him.

You were about to respond when you heard Milo struggling to convince Rourke he can drive a truck, he can’t.

“As nice as that sounds…I’ve gotta help my friend out…” you say, pointing towards Milo, “Maybe next time?” “Okay tesoro…” he smiles, turning to his part of the convoy.

You feel the heat of her cheeks when he says that, and then it fades fast as you hear Milo stalling, and jerking the truck, unable to drive it. 

Mumbling to yourself you manage to catch up with the truck as it was barely moving. The convoy honks and men begin to shout at Milo for holding them up.

“Move over Milo,” you say, climbing into the truck and driving up the stairs, effectively getting the convoy moving again.

The entire trip trying to find this damn door is boring, Milo accidently nearly gets everyone killed reading his map wrong, leading the convoy to the den of a giant hostile bug. 

They take a small break, where they drink some water. 

You stand there drinking some water, as Milo does the same. Vinny comes between the two of you, smirking at you as he addresses Milo.

“You didn’t just drink that did you?!”

Milo nods.

“That’s not good! That’s nitroglycerin! Don’t move, eh, don’t breathe, don’t do anything. Except pray, maybe…” You watch as the Mole man sneaks behind Milo, jumping up with a loud “BOOM!”, causing Milo to scream.

Mole and Vinny laugh out loud, Vinny’s large hand resting on your back and you chuckle with him.

“That was mean…” you say.

“I can be meaner, it’s a tough spot, comedy is good in times like this eh?”

They set up a small camp to eat and refuel, Milo is off to the side, charting with his protractor, compass, and maps.

“Maybe I should go get him to eat something…” you say, going over to him.

“Hey Tesoro, let him do his thing, he can eat in the car, you drove a lot today, come sit, rest eh?” Vinny says patting the spot next to him.

Cookie…despite his name…is not a good cook.

After heading through cold caves, hot caves, climbing over rocks and other ancient ruins.

Milo smiles looking at a giant ancient pillar.

“Good night! Will you look at the size of them? It’s gotta be half a mile high. At least. It-it must have taken hundreds– No, pfft, thousands of years to carve this thing.”

You watch as Vinny places bundles of dynamite, and wires connecting them to  a single wire and then a detonator. Milo is too busy taking in the beauty of the pillar to notice. Vinny grabs the back of Milo’s collar, dragging him back to the detonator.

He holds the hand of the detonator, about to push it down but stops. He smirks, turning to you.

“Tesoro, c’mere,” he reaches a hand out to you, and you take his hand, he pulls you over and places your hands onto the lever.

“Quickly and firmly, just push it down fast.”

You push down, sending the spark to the dynamite, watching as the bottom of the pillar explodes, you look up at Vinny as he smiles at the explosion. The pillar groans as it;s weight causes it to fall over the chasm.

Milo frowns, looking at the piece of history that is now laying across the chasm.

“Hey, look, [y/n] and I made a bridge. It only took us like, what 10 seconds. 11 tops.”

You smile at Vinny and he returns it. Vinny walks back to his truck and is stopped by Sweet and Audrey.

“What?” he asks,

“You neva’ let anyone set off ya bombs, what’s up with you?” Audrey pries, leaning close to Vinny, trying to read his blank face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he responds, climbing into the truck.

“I know what we're talking about,” Sweet says, climbing into the truck, “I ain’t gonna say it out loud as it's your business, but do know, I know, and if you don’t tell them, I won’t tell them.”

“Yeah yeah…” Vinny frowns as Sweet continues to drive.

After crossing the makeshift bridge., the convoy approaches a blockade.

Rourke and Vinny stare up at the massive blockage.

“Looks like we have a little roadblock. Vinny, what do you think?” He asks Vinny.

Vinny looks into his bag and then up at the block.

“I could un-roadblock that if I had about 200 of these…Problem is I only got about…10. Plus, you know, 5 of my own. And a couple of cherry bombs…Road flare…” Vinny’s eyes glance behind him, looking at Milo and you.

“Hye, too bad we don’t have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?”

You cover your mouth to smother a giggle, hearing Mole laugh out loud. Milo frowns looking at you and Vinny.

Rourke frowns, stroking his chin and walking away.

“Mole, looks like we’re going to have to dig,” he states.

Vinny pulls you away as Mole starts the digger, it barely taps the door before it breaks down.

Audrey walks over to look at the issue.

Vinny is staring down at you, taking in your features as you watch Milo and Audrey talk mechanics.

“You feelin’ okay Tesoro?” he asks, pointing to the gash on your forehead.

“Oh, yeah I’m okay…” you respond looking at him, “what’s a tesoro?” 

He freezes, a small pink tint on his bony cheeks.

“It-it’s Italian…”

“Oh? What’s it mean?” you ask him, 

He stammers for a second before hearing the digger starting up, allowing him to avoid this situation entirely. 

They reach a large cave, and the convoy decides to make camp for the night. You look up at the glowing ceiling.

“Wow…” you exclaim.

“Why is it glowing?” Audrey asks, squinting to look up.

“Pah! It is a natural phosphorescence!” he says.

“That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it.” Vinny frowns.

“That’s not the only thing,” Sweet says, brushing past the two of you.

The group begins to set up camp for the night. You help Milo set him up.

“Sorry for not telling you…” he says to you, ashamed.

“It’s fine, I brought a blanket, it’s only one night so it shouldn’t be too awful..” you respond.

Vinny looks over at the two of you.

“What’s the matter tesoro?” he asks, walking over.

“Oh, Milo forgot to mention when he was over at my apartment that I would need a tent, he told me to bring sleeping supplies but no tent.” you say plainly looking at an embarrassed Milo.

“W-well you see, I-I thought sleeping materials would…imply a t-tent you…W-wait…Did you call her tesoro?” Milo asks, pointing at Vinny.

Before Vinny can respond, Cookie rings the dinner bell.

“Come and get it!” He calls out.

Vinny gives you a look, beginning his walk to the campfire.

Before you could follow, Milo grabs your wrist.

“H-hey hold up,” Milo whispers to you, “What’s goin on, between you and Vinny?”

“Whaddya mean?” you ask, looking at him, and then back towards Vinny.

“Tesoro means sweetheart…”

You feel red rush to your cheeks, you put your hands together and take a deep breath.

“I’m sure he just means it in a friendly way…” you say.

“Y-yeah…”

You go and sit at the fire next to Milo as Cookie dishes out his meal for now.

“For the appetizer, caesar salad, escargot, and your oriental spring rolls.”

You grimace at the slop that was dropped on your plate.

“There you go, Milo, put some meat on them bones!”

“Thanks, Cookie. That looks…grieser than usual…”

“You like it? Well, have some more! You’re so skinny, if you turned sideways an’ stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper!”

Sweet mentions how they’ve been hard on him, and they invite him to sit with them. Vinny comes over and leads you to sit next to him.

They have a good chat, Vinny stares with his normal blank expression, occasionally stealing glances of you trying to keep down Cookies grub.

Cookie comes over with his cement wagon of grub.

“Main course!”

Everyone politely declines, and when Cookie turns, everyone dumps their portions into the fire, effectively putting out the flame.

At the edge of camp, you roll out your blanket onto the rough ground.

Vinny comes over, and you can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his pale hairy legs sticking out of his ‘pjs.’

“You…gonna lay on the ground?” he asks, flicking the match in his mouth around.

“I don’t have much choice in the matter,” you reply, sitting on it and looking at him.

He grabs you from the back of your shirt, lifting you up and grabbing your blanket. Walking off with it.

“H-hey wait!” you follow at a quick pace.

He goes to his tent, placing a duffel in the center of his mat, tossing your blanket on one side, and then sitting on the other side.

“Sit.”

“I’m sat.”

The others talk about how they ended up this profession, How Milo’s grandpa fueled his passion for Atlantis, finding the arrowhead. How Audrey's dad wanted sons, but got two daughters instead.

Milo looks over at the two of you on Vinny’s mat.

Packard comes over and Milo smiles at her.

“Forget your jammies, Mrs.Packard?” he asks her, leaning into his palm.

“I sleep in the nude.”

Two sleep masks were tossed around, one to Milo and the other to you.

“You’ll want these,” Sweet says, “She sleepwalks.”

Vinny lays on his back, and you look down at him.

“Well, as far as me goes…I just like to blow things up.”

Sweet pulls his mask off his face and stares him in the eyes.

“Don’t start a relationship on lies. Tell the truth.”

Vinny’s eye darts between Sweet and you, he groans, and pulls the mask down.

“My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby’s breath, you name it. One day, I’m making about three dozen corsages for this prom…” he sighs, “You know, the one they put on the wrist. And everybody, they come. “Where is it?” “When is it?” “Does it match my dress?” It’s a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what… Boom! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window.” 

Vinny flips himself over and lights a match, holding it high, and staring intensely into the flame. “It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that boom…”

He glances at you for a second, meeting your eyes for a short bit.

Milo smiles, and then turns to the group again.

“What’s Mole’s story?”

Sweet puts his hand up.

“Trust me on this one, you don’t wanna know. Audrey, don’t tell him. You shouldn’t have told me, but you did, and now I’m tellin’ you, you don't wanna know.”

The light from the lantern goes out, and you lay down, curling under your blanket. 

You hear Vinny.

“You good Tesoro?” he whispers.

“Y-yeah…”

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good…”

Drifting off the sleep, dreams of the ocean, flowing in the water, your breathing in the cool water, unable to drown. A hand reaches out and cups your cheek.

“Tesoro…Tesoro…Tesoro!”

You jolt awake to Vinny over you, the smell of smoke filling your lungs.

“We gotta move!” He says, helping you up and leading you to a truck with Sweet. The entire convoy proceeds to try and cross the bridge towards the entrance to Atlantis. The fireflies Milo had awakened lit the truck with gas ablaze, causing a massive explosion, the bridge collapsing, causing the heavy digger to struggle against its own weight.

The digger groans as it tries to fight against gravity to no avail. It slides back, pushing the rest of the convoy to slide and fall into the abyss. Vinny drapes himself over you as the trucks crash into one another, hitting rocks, and falling into pitch darkness.

You can’t see anything, but you can hear Vinny’s heartbeat as he covers you with his body, heavy breaths as he takes most hits from his side.

The crashing, the sounds of metal hitting the ground began to die down.

Rourke lights a match, looking around.

“All right, who’s not dead? Sound off.”

Everyone groans.

The voice of Cookie echoes over the groans.

“Danged lightnin’ bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody’s gonna have to suck out that poison…Now don’t everyone jump up at once”

“You okay Tesoro?” Vinny whispers to you, loosening his wrap on you.

“Y-yeah…are…are you okay?”

“Eh, could be better, could have wine.”

[charlottesbookclub]

OMG YESSSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING MY REQUEST AHHHHHHHH I'M SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!

hell yes arranged marriage au 5ever I am obsessed with everything you write for this!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

(also sorry I'm a bit late in reblogging this! I liked it, read it, and loved it but then everything was shit and I didn't have the energy to properly express my love for it until now ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹)

okay so, a couple things:

first, I looooved this bit

"You match," you tell Armitage, and he scoffs a little, but doesn't pull his hand away, his fingers still gripping tightly at your own.

him scoffing but (maybe) secretly loving it is sooooooooo classic hux and felt so in character for him

second, I can totally see a scene like this playing out prior to this story:

hux: phasma, I'm so fucked. how do I show my wife that I love her? phasma: *sips her whiskey* hux: I don't know how to do grand romantic gestures and I make a fool of myself every time I try to say anything *places his head in his hands with failed husband energy* phasma: she hates her father you know hux: *perks his head back up instantly* patricide I can do! you're a genius, phasma! what better romantic gesture is there than that! 😍

anyway, enough of my ramblings! I just wanted to let you know that I loved this and it was such a beautiful spot of comfort and warmth! ☺️☺️ thank you so much for this lovely piece and for all of your amazing writing – it is so treasured and appreciated! 🥰🥰

hi star! I saw your post about some election season comfort, so I hope it's okay if I send in a request! ☺️ (this is @charlottesbookclub btw, that person who's very unhinged about your stunning hux arranged marriage au – that might contextualize this ask a little haha)

I'd be so down to hear any additional thoughts you have on hux and his wife!! 🧡🧡

I was having some random scattered thoughts, but do with these what you will or feel free ignore them entirely!

them visiting his wife's home planet (which maybe has seasons, and thus perhaps some nice fall foliage) and she's like "the colors are so gorgeous, it looks just like your hair" to hux and he gets all flustered

they finally take that shared bath he fantasized about when he saw her in the tub??

can we give hux space hot coco?? like maybe again, it's a thing on his wife's home planet and she gives him some and he gets one of those marshmallow/whipped cream mustaches (space version of course lol) and she laughs at him, and he's like "ah fuck" and she's like "no not like that, you just look cute" and then fluff??

idk if these are anything, but they were the autumnal themed fluff thoughts that were circulating through my brain! again, literally no worries if you'd rather not do anything with them, I'd be so down to hear anything you'd like to share! ☺️🧡

anyway, I just want to say thank you for doing this, because election anxiety is so real! 💕💕 and if you don't end up having the energy to get to this, no worries at all! ☺️ I just want to say that I appreciate you and your writing so much and I hope you're able to take care of yourself during this stressful time! 🥰🥰

AAAAAAHHHHHH YAY!!!! I'm so happy I'm not the only one who loves the arranged marriage AU and I will happily chat with you about it forever and ever and ever and ever 💖 thank you for your sweet request and your even sweeter words, my love! wishing you peace of mind!

Warnings: a few vague allusions to patricide but nothing specific 🤭

The air is crisper than you remembered—cleaner in your lungs than anything you'd been breathing on The Finalizer, despite all the filters and processes it went through as it circulated.

You pull in cold, aching lungfuls, full of the smell of smoke and decaying leaves and fine leather—from Armitage's hand in yours, warm even through his glove.

Maybe this is just what it feels like to breathe without your father around.

Your husband had something to do with it, you're sure. You haven't asked, and he hasn't mentioned it. All the gratitude in you is aimed in his direction, regardless. For more than just this.

"How long has it been," you ask him, quiet, like you might break the stillness, pop the comforting shell that holds you both, "since you've been planet-side for this long?"

His eyes, normally impenetrable and grey, shine green in the light of the sunset, and his breaths grow a little heavier when you press closer against him to stave off the cold.

"It's been— a long, long time."

When Armitage meets your eyes, his cheeks and nose are dusted with pink from the cold air, but the color only deepens when your lips brush the shoulder of his coat.

You tug him further into the copse of trees, just past the garden and the greenhouse, into the shelter of their branches. Vivid leaves dust the ground you walk and the sky in the spaces between sunlight, and your heart swells with a happiness you had never imagined for yourself.

You had sobbed, after your father told you, cried and cried into the soft dirt here beneath your feet before you had ever seen the man who was supposed to be your husband.

It had felt like a death sentence. An ending. A thin slip of silk tied over your eyes before the executioner pressed the blade to your throat.

But it's all so much sweeter than any life you could have dreamed of—to be here with a man who blushes at the brush of fingers, who shows you in his every movement, in his every look, how deeply devoted he is to you.

You come to a stop, gentle, turning to face your husband, finding his other hand and taking it in your own.

"What is it?" he asks, and his voice is strained, on a knife's-edge of anxious.

You part your lips to speak, but no words make it out, your eyes caught on something just above his earnest, and a little frightened, gaze.

It almost blends in—a little more green than the reddish-blond of his hair, and you pick the leaf out by the stem, holding it in the space between you.

"You match," you tell Armitage, and he scoffs a little, but doesn't pull his hand away, his fingers still gripping tightly at your own.

"Do you like them?" you ask, and his eyes stray from yours for a moment, taking in the scenery with a critical set to his brow, determined to answer you honestly.

"I do," Armitage nods, and you toss the leaf to the side, taking his hands again.

Your face folds into a smile.

"I love you, Armitage."

His eyes go wide. You've frightened him, but he won't let you pull away from his grip.

The space between you shrinks with each shuffle of your feet, moving closer because you want him to know you understand. Know that he won't chase you away.

"It's alright. You don't have to say it back."

Armitage nods, relieved—you feel it when his nose brushes your cheek, breath hot against your skin. Maybe he does say the words back to you in the seconds before his lips meet yours.

✨☕️✨ Cozy Time 2 ✨☕️✨