#like the battery literally exploded

[allylikethecat]

To add to the nightmare before Christmas Eve lore - can't forget about what Denise said on the "Parenting Hell" podcast that Matty who didn't have his drivers license rode around on a Jeep he wasn't allowed to drive and got it stuck in a ditch 😂

YESSS can't forget that part! I know he was a teenager at the time, and didn't actually have his driver's license / know how to drive when that happened, but I have always full heartedly believed that Matty is a terrible driver. No idea if this is true or not, but he just gives me "bad at driving" vibes and him getting the Jeep stuck in a ditch in the backyard just further reenforces that idea in my mind 😂 I am also not the best driver (that decorative rock jumped RIGHT in front of my car okay!) so I feel like I can say this and also bad drivers recognize other bad drivers? Maybe? Who knows maybe Matty really is actually a good driver now. Fictional!Matty meanwhile hits the same curb outside his drive way AT LEAST twice a week.

I really hope I'm able to get the Nightmare Before Christmas (Eve) fic finished in time and that it lives up to this hype that seems to be building! Thank you so much for reading and for sending this in!

❤️Ally

[bunnyboy-juice]

awawawawawawa

[fuzziemutt]

I wish I was like a god at cars and just able to fix that shit in my yard with ease and say yeah the shitbox 4th plug just needs a bit more elbow grease but I ain't letting this fucker die yet, yet here I am kicking its damn stationary wheel for the 50th time

[vivienne-charm]

Dr. Stone Headcanons

x Texts with them x

Senku

⋆ he canonically owns multiple cellphones

⋆ he also canonically isn't very interested in wasting his time

⋆ so texts with him are short, and restricted for urgent matter only

⋆ however if you're tenacious enough, you might get him to reply to your texts about science projects

⋆ other than that, sending him cool science related videos will also get you his undivided attention, only for a jiffy that is

⋆ you once sent him a cute cat lip sync video, he started ranting about the rising use of AI and its future significance...

⋆ another instance of you sending him a NORMAL cute cat video this time, he started plotting about how he could make use of cat fur for a cool project... so never again

⋆ after getting to know you better, he'd send you pictures of his experiments, with very evil messages following just behind

⋆ matching his energy was never a problem for you

⋆ so you guys slowly bond over the fact that you both are clinically insane

⋆ if you ever send a text ranting to him about a broken machine, a handmade substitute would be waiting for you at your doorstep

⋆ (careful though, it might explode mid-usage)

⋆ he goes from sending you pictures of his cool projects to actually really wishing you were there along with him at the time of building the project

⋆ he's really not much of a texter or a sentimentalist... however he looks forward to a text from you everyday

⋆ once you were in a hiking and couldn't text senku for a few days without prior notice, he actually contacted your school and family to make sure you're alive

⋆ bonding with him is truly a slow burn

⋆ you'd managed to go from being his science lecture buddy to his banter buddy and that was a grand feat on it's own tbh

Gen

⋆ he's the situationship final boss

⋆ so the texts with him with involve alot of mental gymnastics for you – he's a master at the game he plays

⋆ texting him during the talking stage is extremely exhausting because this man is just constantly looking for an opportunity to get the upper hand

⋆ NOT a fast replier, nope. will deliberately time his responses slower than yours to drive you absolutely crazy (may this kind of love never find you)

⋆ if he feels you're losing interest, then suddenly he's much more chattier

⋆ this is how he preys on people

⋆ he's really superficial until he genuinely falls for you

⋆ since his feelings are sheer contrast to his twisted methods, he's more likely to stop with his manipulative antics, and genuinely try to connect with you

⋆ and now you got yourselves a cute little doggy patiently waiting for your replies, wagging his tail happily at every text you send him

⋆ he STILL won't respond faster

⋆ he'll literally read the message from the notification bar, be happy, and then wait it out

⋆ if you send him a reel or something, he will go to the reel account, try and guess which reel you'd have sent him from that account, be happy, AND NOT RESPOND until he misses you

⋆ though this time it's not because he's playing his manipulative games again, but he genuinely feels a bit insecure about being so obsessed with your texts, that he tries to limit himself

⋆ he is frustrating pre-relationship

⋆ so, so frustrating; you have almost smashed your phone into pieces thrice by now

⋆ but as time progresses, he becomes more comfortable being vulnerable

⋆ he rants about his show's venue related problems, about this tough audience in this city, and more mundane things

⋆ remember his happiness when he succeeded in making those manganese batteries? (before senku said he needed to make like 800 of those)

⋆ well now imagine that happy gen humming in his bed, rolling around and playfully swinging his feet, reading your texts

⋆ that's when you know that you have successfully turned the most despicable lover into a loyal sweetheart ♡

Ukyo

⋆ genuinely the sweetest guy you'll ever be texting

⋆ long paragraphs. lovey emojis. and mimicking some of the slangs you use!!!! what more do you want

⋆ he tries to reply to you as soon as he can too!

⋆ during the initial talking stage, your sense of humor used to genuinely concern him, prompting him to call you to make sure you don't mean the stuff you just typed out

⋆ over time, he gets used to you being chaotic and just vibes along with it

⋆ one thing about him though, he won't dwell much on texts and replies, response times, etc. so he won't be too upset if you reply late

⋆ worried? yes. definitely! but, upset? nope! cause at the end of the day, he prefers to call you to talk about each other's day

⋆ he also loves it when you send him voice messages, saves them if possible

⋆ you once forced him to send a voice note of him singing and you praised him so much, he got SUPER flustered. he still goes back to that conversation to giggle sometimes 🤭!

⋆ never lyric prank him ever, cause half the time it won't work... he knows the songs, m'kay?

⋆ other half, he's just too much of a sweetheart to ignore you descending into madness. he will immediately call you to make sure you're alright. don't make him suffer

⋆ you guys send each other cute animal videos back and forth

⋆ sometimes, things get rather spicy over texts 👀 he doesn't look it but you'd be pleasantly surprised over this side of his.

⋆ he's a huge, HUGE tease

⋆ if you entertain the conversation long enough, a passionate night will follow per usual

Bonus

Ryusui

⋆ the first ever text he'd send you is "i want you"

⋆ straight up, no beating around the bush, no hello, hi, how are you, absolutely NOTHING!

⋆ you don't even know this man

⋆ but just as you hover your fingers over the phone screen to type back "who are you?", you'll find yourself kidnapped and taken straight to his mansion for a face to face chat 😐✊🏻

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

Word Count: 5.1 k

Warnings:

Part 2:

Unsteady hands gripped hard into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you tightly held on while headed straight to the military base. Your heart pounding furiously inside your chest, breath quick and short the closer you got, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes focused on the road. Christ were you gnawing at the bit to get there and once again see that beast of a man, the one keeping you begging for release for the past three months.

Those breathtaking bits of personalized porn you two had sent each other had done nothing other than made that inconvenient ache into a raging monster that could not be quenched. Hours spent furiously working yourselves, silently begging for a little ease in the constant throbbing had gotten nowhere except to drain the battery life on your phones from the constant re-watching of videos.

…though that last photo he sent you of his abdomen covered in his milky white cum after having watched your little romp into amateur pornography had left you feeling on top of the world for a couple days.

And just as you were on that last leg of desperation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel that led up to you driving where you were today. It had been exactly one week from when you got the text you had been waiting on from Simon:

“I’m coming home, baby. Fucking finally; Christ I thought I was going to rub myself raw. Best not wear anything you want to remain intact, you hear me? Cause the minute I get my paws on you, that's it.”

Thank fuck, the suffering was almost over.

That entire week seemed to drag on endlessly, each day crawling through at a snails pace, but here you were now only a few more minutes away from your destination. Even as you checked in at the entrance to the base, antsy and squirming in the seat of your car, you couldn’t believe that you had actually made it.

You took Simon’s message to heart when you got ready that morning, choosing a simple, flowy dress that he could literally shred off of you and you wouldn’t give a shit. It was just long enough that it could easily conceal the fact that you had done away with the panties today, opting for ease of access over anything else, but low cut enough in the front that he could get a nice eyeful of your full chest; you had no idea what would happen the moment you saw each other again and you weren’t taking any chances.

This reunion was bound to be explosive after all the visual edging you two had been doing lately and having to waste even a second more of time before your bodies could be joined felt like a crime.

You walked through the base, heartbeat rapidly increasing with each step as you got closer to where you knew you'd find that hulking Lieutenant hanging around.

And then you turned a corner and there he was like a specter brought back to life, standing idly beside the outside wall smoking as he watched the privates of his troop find their families and suddenly the wind was knocked from you.

“Simon,” you called out to him and he turned to face you.

That instant connection of your eyes felt like a shock from a live wire; Simon could feel the electricity run through his veins and tingle its way up his spine until the first prickles of sweat dotted across his body as his cigarette slipped from his fingers. It felt like he couldn’t breathe and the closer you got the worse it became; you knew what you were doing wearing that pretty little dress.

Fuck did he want to take a bite of those thick thighs he could see just under the hem that popped out every time you took a step and if his hands didn’t get their fill of your breast spilling out of his grip soon, he might just keel over and die. You were more than tempting, you were a feast sent to make him completely lose his goddamn mind.

His entire body was sent into shock as that ache that he had tried to keep from ripping him apart all day as he waited for your arrival overtook him until his balls pulsed and he had to adjust himself or get caught sporting a stiffy that would instantly tent the crotch of his pants and make it even more painfully obvious to any curious eyes just how gone he fucking was.

Coming to a stop you stood before him, your stomach doing back flips as you struggled to form words that weren’t just pleas for him to just rip the waistband of his pants down and take you right then.

“Hey you,” you said through unsteady breaths, trying to keep calm. “Long time no see, huh?”

Simon nodded. “Too fuckin’ long sweetheart. Ya look...” he had to clear his throat, “incredible.” He had to keep it short, there were still too many people about and even his words would cause him to lose composure.

“Well, it is a special occasion after all,” you chuckled. “Got to remind you what you leave behind every time you go.”

The need to take your hand and give it squeeze, that customary greeting that you both did when in public, made him hesitate. If he touched you right now, any bare part that met skin with skin, he may not be able to stop, not once those weathered and brutish fingers got their fill of all that sweet softness. There as still a little time left that he had to be there and the agony was already eating away at him.

“Believe me, I fuckin’ know,” he said as he shot you a look; I’ve been in hell waitin’ to get back to it, it whispered to you.

Taking a few calming breaths, he risked lacing his broad fingers in between the empty spaces in your own. Simon could feel the rapid thump, thump, thump, of your pulse against his palm; good, you were just as excited for this reunion as he was.

Somehow that made it a bit easier, knowing that the feeling was mutual.

“Can we go?” you asked eagerly, hopeful that you were closer to the end of your joint suffering sooner rather than later.

Simon stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. “Gotta be here just a bit longer,” he muttered dejectedly under his breath. “God, I want ya so bad I can’t see straight.”

You squeezed his hand back. “It’ll go fast,” you assured. “And…I mean… no one’s looking this way if you wanted to touch me a little more. Maybe you’ll find something you’ll like.”

It was dangerous, but he took a chance with even more touch as he released your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist, bring you in to him until your hips were touching. You were warm against him, warmer than the day would suggest, and the curve of your hip that he ran his fingers over delicately to retrace the lines he had dreamed about felt even better than he remembered.

Silently you peaked over at his face, watching as his head faced firmly forward to watch for any prying eyes, but it was clear he hadn’t noticed it yet. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, you kept quiet; he’d figure it out eventually. Those exploring fingers were beginning to stray more towards the back of you to the small dip at the base of your spine.

…and then lower still…

That’s when you felt it; he risked a lingering stroke over the contour of your ass when he noticed it. Where was that distinct seam of your panty line? He had grabbed your backside so many times over the course of your relationship that he knew the feeling of what should have been there. Quickly he ran his hand over the area again and still the same, there was nothing. Christ, you’d really prepared for today, hadn’t you?

Good fuckin’ girl.

His chest began to grow tight with his quickened breathing… along with that engorged appendage down below. He was in fucking trouble now; would he even be able to make it to the car at this point? The moan that desperately tried to escape through his throat he swallowed down, but who knows how long it would stay.

He was in the thick of it now.

Simon leaned down to rest his face against the side of your head, his warm breath still able to be felt against your ear even through the mask. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, no panties?” he whispered intrigued. “Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hang on now?”

You smirked, trying to pick even though you were falling apart at the seams, a wetness gathering between your thighs as you pressed them together. “You complaining? Cause I can head back home and put some on real quick if you want.”

A harsh squeeze along the underside of your ass cheek made you gasp before he removed his hand and gave you your answer. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, a playfully lilt to his tone. “That sweet little pussy is about to be filled and I don’t wanna waste a goddamn second havin’ to rip those fuckin’ things off ya.”

Dear God he was about to fuckin’ explode, say screw it and pin you up against the nearest wall right in front of the entire goddamn squad to plow into your tight, wet cunt with months worth of unrequited need that had built up to this monster of desire churning away inside of him. His teeth bit at the skin of his lower lip, his fists clenching and unclenching as he failed to calm himself while he again checked the time.

The moment that those amber eyes watched the second hand on his watch hit and the minutes change to the millisecond he could be released, his oversized mitt wrapped around your wrist, securing it in his harsh grasp, and quickly he began making his way to your car with you being dragged alongside.

“Where the hell are ya parked?” he questioned in a huff, that gruff voice nothing more than a growl, and you pointed towards the back of the lot in the corner.

You could barely keep up with his intense pace, nearly tripping over your own feet several times to match his long strides. It didn’t help that your heart was pounding furiously, nearly beating out of your chest the closer you got to being in a tight, secluded spot with him; could you even make it back to his apartment?

All signs were pointing to not a fucking chance.

Simon only released you so that you could both get inside, separating at the tail of the vehicle with you headed towards the driver side and him the other. The slam from the car door rung through the interior of the vehicle and before you could even insert the key into the ignition, Simon had moved in silent as a specter to place his large palm against the side of your cheek. The endless ache he had endured over the past months apart had been unbearable as you both edged each other to the brink of insanity and now that he was so close to you again it felt like he was in a dream.

The tension that suddenly filled the car was overwhelmingly electric as Simon closed what little distance there still sat between you both, his hand moving to the back of your head. Those bulky, calloused fingers that had missed having any part of you against them laced themselves through your hair with harsh abandon, pulling your face closer.

He held your head steady and pointedly at his face so that you had to stare into his intense, unwavering gaze; it made your skin tingle with anticipation of what was on the horizon and barreling down fast. Those sparkling brown eyes drew you in to hold your own captive as he drug his thick thumb across the length of your bottom lip as if to test that all this was actually real. His entire hand palmed the back of your head which left you completely at his mercy, not that you were complaining.

After all, you needed him just as badly.

Without warning he wrenched the bottom hem of his balaclava up over the top of his head and off his face before his mouth crashed violently against your own, hungry and greedy to steal kiss after fiery kiss from those soft, supple lips he had been eyeing with a burning desire to ruin since the minute he saw you again. Desperately his tongue parted your lips as he plunged it inside your mouth to reclaim it.

God it felt euphoric to finally be given the very thing you had been aching for for months, feeling as if your body had pined for his for an eternity, as it was finally released from it’s torture. And by the way his tongue was nearly shoved down the back of your throat you knew Simon felt that same kind of relief and it only spurred him on further.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your parted lips, nothing but hot, sticky breath being shared. “Ugh…fuck, baby, I’ve missed you so goddamn much I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die before I could feel ya again.”

Crawling over the small console in the center between the car seats, Simon shoved his body weight into you, making your smaller frame slam against the driver-side door. The raised panelling along the inside dug roughly into the muscles of your back as the backside of your head was shoved harshly into the glass of the window. There was no pause in his assault of your mouth until your lips began to burn from the constant contact and yet even the pain still felt like heaven.

He tasted so strongly of tobacco from the chain of cigarettes he must have smoked to calm his nerves until you arrived, but even through the distinct flavor you still drank every last drop of him down like you would cease to function without him.

Those thick digits of his free hand eagerly pawed at your supple thighs until he was able to divide them so that his hand could slip in between. There was a damp heat gathered near your unclothed sex and it only made him more wild to feel it. His palm cupped around your entire mound and you whimpered directly into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed one of the only words he could recall in that moment as the damp heat filled his palm. “All for me?”

Words, what the hell were they again? You couldn’t remember how speech worked as you were far too busy try to simply breathe through the conquering of your body by him. All you could do was mewl like a kitten as he massaged the petals of your cunt before taking his middle finger and slipping it between them. Your back arched in a jolt as he ran one finger along the length of your cunt, mouth falling agape as Simon gathered as much of your juices on his finger as he could.

Even this small amount of contact already had you dripping and coming apart at the seams; it had been so long since you had felt that familiar touch and pressure against your clit, the one that only he could provide.

Simon couldn’t help himself once he got his first real feel again of how soft and slick you were, goddamn it had been too long that he’d only been able to play with himself, and greedily he drew upon your clit in concise circles with the pad of his rough finger. There was a second where he tried to remain calm, to take his time drawing out your pleasure as he would normally do, but as your back arched and your breathy music filled the silence of the car, he could not hold off from unleashing weeks of pent up need onto you.

Removing his lips from your own, he moved down to the soft skin of your neck with teeth ready to leave the flesh marked with his seal. It burned him alive with desire at the thought that he would be able to see your pretty skin marred by him, that everyone who came in to contact with you in the coming days after today would see it too.

You could not stop the way your body writhed and squirmed as his finger collected a friend to join it and spread your entrance open so they could both slide inside. The heightened tension of the moment with the man you had yearned for only made you more sensitive and the way his fingers filled your tight, aching hole after it had been left empty for too long thrilled you. As natural as breathing, your hips ground down on his fingers, using them as your own living dildo.

God, he wanted nothing more than for you to ride his cock as well as you rode his fingers just now and send him straight to hell. Shit, he couldn’t catch his breath, his need was just too much. “That’s it. Use me; make my fingers yours.”

Both of your hands moved to behind your head and onto the window; you needed more leverage to ground onto him harder, as hard as you could. Nothing compared to him, not your own fingers, not a toy; you could not stop yourself. You could feel the condensation already gathering on the glass as you moved and you had to wipe it away so that you could get better purchase on the surface so you wouldn’t slide.

There was nothing that was going to ruin this.

“Oh god, baby,” you squeaked out as that overwhelming deep warmth of your release gathered in your abdomen.

The corners of his mouth upturned against your neck at the sound of you falling apart because of him. Images conquered in his mind about your moans and cries reaching outside the car so that anyone who walked by would hear them before they caught a glimpse of the show. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off like this? You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart to his ferocity.

Just the way your muscles strained and your cries became more pathetic, Simon knew you were close. “Are ya gonna come for me already, pretty girl?” his gruff voice purred against your collar bone. “Come on then, give it to me. Clench down on my fingers. Let me feel it.”

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeping the pace as steady as he could, he felt those velvety walls flutter around his digits as he rocked his upper body with you to simulate the movements he’d soon be doing when he was really inside you. The air was so thick with moisture it almost felt hard to breathe right, the windows filmed with the stuff as with a few more strokes at your clit you came hard and fast, shaking as he continued to work you until ever single ounce of your orgasm had been spent.

Simon was gone then, replaced by a feral beast fueled by his ability to make you come… and wanting to do it again, but this time with his cock.

He pulled those thick fingers out of you, glistening with the wetness of your cum and brought them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them good and clean; goddamn you tasted just as delicious as he remembered. Could you blame the man? You had kept him starving since your video popped up on his phone and he had to get a bit of it all.

“I need more of ya,” he groaned in whispers as he leaned back into you, desperate hands pawing at your breast still sadly inside your dress as he kissed you again, now with the taste of you on his breath.

“We need to move, someone’s bound to come see what all the noise is about,” you said, able to think a little more clearly now that you had come once, but Simon was still gone and there was only one thing that would bring him back.

“Don’t care, can’t wait. Get in the back. Now.”

The primal growl in his gruff voice was enough to make you comply without another word; once was not enough anyway, not after how you had suffered. You needed to be filled with more than his fingers. With a nod you immediately began climbing over the cushions towards the backseat of the car as he got out and moved into the back with you. You leaned back into the front long enough to shove the seats forward all the way to give you more space.

Simon needed room to work.

Scooting over, he planted himself directly in the middle of the back seat and pulled you over top of his lap to straddle him, shins digging into the edge of the cushion. Shit, he as so hard you couldn’t properly sit over top of him without leaving a wet spot right where his cock tented the fabric.

Clothes could be washed, as if he would care at all if anything got on him right now. Pushing your hips down, he made you grind your overstimulated clit hard on that throbbing shaft and you mewled into his face. A devilish grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked your hips to dry hump him.

“Someone ‘ere begged to be bred and that’s what she’s gonna fuckin’ get,” he hissed, sucking in the air harshly between his teeth at the feeling of you on top of him. “Can’t take it back now, luv. I have been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this, ever since you sent me that goddamn video and I ‘eard you say those sweet fuckin’ words. Been fuckin’ gnawin’ at the bit to stuff you full.”

Taking both of his hands, he pulled at the low neckline of your dress until your breasts came spilling out of the top. Angling his face in, he placed his nose right between the two to suffocate himself within them. There was a hint of your perfume still lingering there, that scent he had bought you for your birthday last year, the one that occasionally lingered on his clothes and had done for the first couple weeks of his mission.

The flesh was so enticing that he sucked in the supple top of one breast before he bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough that it would definitely leave a nice red outline of his teeth; more signaturea that you could both admire.

“Simon,” you moaned his name.

Your own hands roamed up under his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you reached his chest and you could run your hands over the sparse bit of hair you adored; it would be so nice to get to nuzzle against it again. As your fingers ran between his pectorals you could feel the moment his breath hitched.

“Please, Simon,” you begged. “I need it.”

Those breasts he would get back to later, your words brought him back and his need to fuck you senseless slammed into him full force.

Rushed, he laid you back over the console between the seats as he sat up and forward, undoing his belt before ripping his pants down enough that he could pull his cock out of his boxers. The angle was slightly awkward, but as he aligned the leaking head of his phallus with your entrance and gave that first thrust to fully enter you, everything else fell away.

“Oh fuck…fuck… oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoed through the car as Simon’s hands bore down his grip on the top of the seat cushions. “Goddammit, luv…s-shit…ah…”

Nothing, absolutely nothing in this fucking world could ever compare to the way your body felt wrapped around his cock: how silky and warm and tight it was. There was no way with his limited brain function could he accurately describe how mind-numblingly amazing it was to be inside you again. Those restless nights where he just couldn’t seem to stay satisfied, the pictures and video that made it worse, the dreams that woke him to stained boxers, it was all undone in that moment as your soft walls held him snugly.

Your head flew back over the lip of the console as he filled you completely to the hilt, stretching you out to your limit. It was almost too much after so much time apart, but goddamn was it exactly as you had wanted. You swallowed the saliva gathering in your mouth, wanting to say the words you had first brought to life in your video, but in person this time.

“Breed me, please Simon. I need you to fucking breed me.”

Never had a more beautiful sentence ever been spoken to him in all his years than to hear your desperate and depraved voice telling him to claim you in the most ultimate way; it was even more beautiful in person than it was that first time he heard it. His fingernails nearly tore holes in the seat as gripped with all this strength to stop himself from coming too fast from all the excitement.

The car began to shake forward and back as Simon snapped his hips into you with a feverish intensity. Even within the first few minutes he was already pussy drunk, slamming into you with a feral roughness that left his rhythm scattered for a bit as his brain only had one objective now: to come.

Your legs were absolutely burning and shaking from the intensity as you had to spread them wide so that he could fit in between, but it didn’t matter; you would have done anything to have him reclaim your cunt as his own again.

The scent of sex was heavy in the air of that enclosed space, the wet slapping sounds of two bodies connecting in that most erotic way keeping the beat.

Yet there was still one more thing he wanted, one more thing that he had been daydreaming about all by his lonesome. Even in this cramped space, he was determined to make it happen- for both of you. His hands were on your legs and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you so that he could situate your calves up on his broad shoulders.

As he thrust back in, the new position helped him reach even deeper until he completely bottomed out. Goddamn it was like you could feel him in your stomach, so full with him that you were completely one being.

“F-fuck…” you stammered out the cry, choking on your words as you writhed uncontrollably. It was almost too much.

“There ya go baby,” he groaned as he started rocking his hips again, unable to contain himself at this consuming euphoria. “Gotta make good on my fuckin’ promise.”

He took you even rougher now, gripping into your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints where his hands rested as he pounded into you furiously, your body contorted and at his mercy. The windows of the car were completely fogged over now, the condensation not letting any clear visuals in or out as the axel squeaked with the force of Simon’s thrusts. The console you were still laid on scraped across your back to make it burn as your body was rocked, but the angle was so perfect that the stimulation made your brain blank to anything that wasn’t your second release creeping up on you quick.

There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings hell bent on pleasure alone, just the depraved sounds of grunting and moans filling up the interior to capacity; that growing warmth in your belly nearly reaching its peak

Goddammit, he was closer than he thought due to all the pent up desire he'd been unable to sait for weeks, but he had to be sure you were almost there again too. "Are ya close?" he asked as more of a plea than a question, hips snapping desperately with a shudder as he was losing the battle to his orgasm.

"Yes," you groaned back. "Don't stop, please."

He closed his eyes tight, working to stay from blowing until he felt your thighs twitch and clamp down around him, keeping him locked in. A few more sloppy thrusts slipping through the cum covering your cunt, a few more bumps against your swollen clit, and that was it. The warmth shot through your limbs, coursing like electricity as you came once more.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out and finally he let go and fuck did he come with a roar that stung your ears.

Simon's body convulsed, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and straining as he released weeks and weeks of need. You took it all riding out your orgasms in tandem until you both lay still a moment, simply breathing after such an explosive ending.

He moved back into the seat exhausted, pulling your body along with him as you stayed connected. Lightly he pushed up your dress to press his raw lips to your stomach to kiss down the lower half of your body. Each embrace was another silent praise he gave while he took deep breaths through the high of his ecstasy until his rapidly pounding slowed and he could final re-wet his dry mouth to speak.

“Fuck, I think we both needed that one,” he said against your skin, his warm breath wafting over the fine spread of moisture along your torso, making you tingle as he kept his cock buried inside. “Ya did so good for me sweetheart.”

You reached a hand out to him and he helped you to sit up and into his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pulled him into a deep kiss, letting your mouths linger together with eyes closed for a few moments as you both finished coming down.

“I’m glad your back,” you whispered as your lips parted.

He cupped your cheek with his palm, staring back into your eyes as he smiled. “I’m glad to be back too,” he returned. "And I'm gonna make sure that I make up for all that lost time."

Tag list: @sillylittlereader @babygirl-riley @jarfullofjizz @jamieelol

[slitherpunk]

it is literally so irresponsible for companies to make devices with batteries that aren't easily replaceable considering they can expand and explode after time. that's a hazard aaand should be illegal like they're just placing millions of time bombs everywhere

[yokumirumerafan]

Reader is actually their partner,lover,s/o ya know. Who has a love quirk? Like reader is basically mitsuri from demon slayer, execpt they have the quirk of love and is basically cupid? But the drawbacks are that reader gets extremely needy and needs affection/love at all times as a recharge whenever they use their quirk so basically they're always throwing themselves on their dear lover boy. Mha boys fluff fic?

💣 Bakugo Katsuki

He pretends he’s annoyed, but this man is secretly so soft for your affection.

“Oi, dumbass—get off me already.” also him five seconds later: pulling you closer by the waist.

If you come back from using your quirk and just flop into his arms with a “Kaaatsuuu~ I need your loveee 🥺” 🔥Instantly scoops you up bridal style and grumbles, “Tch… fine. Come here, needy little Cupid.”

If anyone sees him cuddling you like a teddy bear—he’s exploding them.

You: literally laying on top of him like a weighted blanket Bakugo: grumpy but not moving an inch because he loves it

⚡ Denki Kaminari

You don’t even have to say you’re low on energy. He just senses it.

“BABE?! BABE DO YOU NEED CUDDLES?? I GOT YOU—INCOMING!!” tackles you with affection

He LOVES being your human charger. Will hold your hand for 5 hours straight if you need it.

“You recharge with kisses right? Better smooch me quick before you pass out!”

Constantly insists on matching outfits with little heart motifs. You are now the “love couple” of U.A.

You: slumped dramatically on the floor Denki: wraps you in a blanket burrito “THIS IS AN EMERGENCY LOVE ZONE.”

🧠 Shinsou Hitoshi

Lowkey confused at first like… “Wait. Your quirk… drains you unless I give you snuggles?”

You: wide-eyed nodding like a kitten

He gets it real quick tho. You love hard. And he may not say it often, but he loves it.

“C’mere you clingy little gremlin…” pulls you onto his lap and pets your hair till you fall asleep

If he sees you looking all tired and pouty after using your quirk, he just silently opens his arms like 🫂 “Cuddle time. Let’s go.”

You call him “sleepy Cupid’s favorite pillow” and he pretends to roll his eyes—but secretly makes sure he’s always available for your recharge naps.

🎧 Sero Hanta

He thinks your quirk is the coolest thing EVER—like the Cupid theme?? The vibes?? He loves it.

“You’re literally my love-powered girlfriend. You’re my battery-operated babygirl.”

Hangs heart-shaped charms on your stuff. Has a shirt that says “Property of Cupid” as a JOKE but wears it like every other day.

If you cling to him while he's mid-convo, he’ll just be like “Sorry, important business,” and pull you into his lap.

“Need your fix, huh?” he teases, kissing your nose. “One cuddle latte coming up, extra whipped cream.”

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The perfect boyfriend for Cupid!Reader.

“Aw babe, you used your quirk again, huh? Come get your hugs!!” LIFTS you like a teddy bear and spins you around

He builds you a little “Recharge Nest” of pillows and blankets where he just spoils you until you feel like a person again.

“I think it’s manly to be affectionate!! You don’t gotta be ashamed of needing love, babe!”

He gets all shy if you shower him with kisses back tho. He’s so touch-starved but hides it with that big ol' smile.

Always ready to snuggle, no matter what. Rainy day? Cuddles. Sunshine? Cuddles. Tuesday? CUDDLES.

💞 Mina Ashido (FOR YOUR MY ASS 💕)

SHE'S OBSESSED. Like. You're her clingy, sparkly lil' angel and she’s EATING. IT. UP.

“BABY YOU’RE LIKE A LOVE MAGICAL GIRL 🥹💘 this is the cutest quirk ever I’m gonna cry”

If she sees your energy dipping? She screeches “EMERGENCY!! MY BABY’S LOVE TANK IS LOW!!”

Braids little heart beads into your hair, makes matching outfits, carries snacks and affection like a ✨prepared girlfriend✨

“Don’t worry bb I gotchu—kissies and cuddles coming right up!! 💋💋💋”

Literally carries you in her arms like a princess when your “love battery” is low. Drama queens in LOVE 💅

🟢 Izuku Midoriya

This boy has NOTES about your quirk and your recharge needs. He wants to make sure you’re emotionally supported 24/7.

“Y/N, I made a schedule so you never run out of love energy!! I have it labeled cuddle times, affirmation moments, and kiss breaks—!”

You: clinging to him in your koala form Izuku: 🥺 “You’re just like All Might in his weakened state, I must protect you—!!!”

Gives you the softest forehead kisses and mutters “I love you” like every five minutes.

If you fall asleep mid-recharge on his chest, he won’t move for hours. Not even for All Might himself.

❄️ Shoto Todoroki

Extremely confused at first. “So… you need to constantly receive affection or you’ll pass out?” pause “That’s manageable.”

Literally becomes your cuddle thermostat. Cold arm? Cool your face. Warm arm? Warm your back. Perfect nap conditions.

Very subtle, but you start to notice: He always reaches for your hand first. He holds you a little tighter when you’re tired. He blushes, but he lets you cling.

“I don’t mind if you need me. Actually... I like that you do.”

You once kissed his nose and said “I’m recharging, bby,” and he just blinked and went “Do it again.” 😭

💤 Aizawa Shouta

Tired dad + clingy Cupid = honestly the perfect slow-burn love story

At first, he’s like “…as long as your quirk doesn’t interfere with hero work, it’s fine.”

Then he finds himself letting you snuggle into his sleeping bag every time you're drained like it's the most normal thing on Earth.

“You’re lucky I’m used to needy brats.” says this while rubbing your back until you fall asleep in his lap

Starts giving you lil kisses on your head whenever you “recharge” without even thinking.

You make his heart grow 3 sizes but SHHHH he’ll never admit it (but he does bring you tea and blanket you like a burrito)

🕸️ Shigaraki Tomura

“Wha—why are you hanging off me like some lovesick kitten???”

You: “Because I used my quirk and now I need cuddlessss 🥺💘”

Him: “That’s dumb.” also him after 5 seconds: slowly wraps you in his hoodie and rests his chin on your head

He’s actually kind of addicted to being needed. It makes him feel important. Special.

“No one gets to recharge you but me, got it? You’re mine.”

When you call him “my spooky little lovebug” he threatens violence but blushes violently too.

🔥 Dabi

Oh he LOVES that you're a clingy little chaos baby

“So lemme get this straight. You go around makin’ people fall in love, but then come cryin’ to me like a kicked puppy if you don’t get affection back?”

You: nods dramatically while nuzzling into his hoodie

“...Damn. That’s hot.” 😭

He teases the HELL out of you but he gives you all the love you want and more

Will act like it's soooo annoying, but he's holding your hand under the table, whispering “you good, baby?” into your hair, and letting you warm up next to his fire whenever you're drained

Secretly takes pictures of you asleep on his chest and sets one as his lock screen. Don't tell anyone or he will combust.

🐦 Hawks

“Awwww you need cuddles?? Baby, I was born for this.”

LITERALLY THE MOST CLINGY BACK. He gives what you give and THEN SOME.

Will fly you to the clouds just to cuddle on a rooftop with stars around.

Says “I love you” every five minutes and means it.

The best recharge for you?? HIM WRAPPING YOU IN HIS WINGS.🪽

🦐 Tamaki Amajiki

“Y-you need what?? A-affection?! O-okay, okay! I’ll try!”

Panics. Turns into a tomato. But still does it because HE LOVES YOU.

He’s shy, but will hold your hand under the table, sneak kisses when no one’s looking.

When you’re visibly tired after using your quirk, he wraps you up in a blanket and cuddles you silently.

Mumbles love confessions into your hair while you sleep 😭💘

☀️ Mirio Togata

“You’re tired, sunshine? No problem! Love incoming!”

FULL ON BOYFRIEND MODE ACTIVATED. He treats you like royalty.

Gives you piggyback rides, dances around the kitchen with you, and smothers you in affection 24/7.

He’s so upbeat that his love recharges you 10x faster.

“You used your quirk? Then you get unlimited kisses today!”

🦅 Tokoyami Fumikage

“…Darkness is eternal, but your love is…bright.”

LMAOO he’s dramatic but SO SOFT. Thinks you’re ethereal.

Let’s you snuggle into his cape like a little burrito of love.

Writes poems about you and reads them while you recharge in his arms.

Dark Shadow makes fun of him, but secretly helps plan cuddles.

🧼 Overhaul

“Tch. You’re so clingy. Disgusting. soft sigh Come here.”

He's sooo tsundere about it. Won’t admit he loves it.

But you catch him cleaning up a whole space just so you two can snuggle safely.

Will hold you gently and stroke your hair like it’s a ritual.

You’re the only one allowed to touch him freely. That alone shows how much he loves you.

[lousypotatoes]

Shall I Stay?

"'Cause you set me on fire

I've never felt so alive, yeah

No, hoping wounds heal, but it never does

That's because you're at war with love~"

Battle Scars - Lupe Fiasco, Guy Sebastian

--

Previous

Next

Two weeks had passed since Y/N had arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, feathers, formality, and all, and, somehow, the place hadn’t crumbled into divine fire or exploded in infernal outrage.

In fact, things had settled into a weird sort of rhythm. Y/N still spoke like she was born inside a cathedral, still moved like every step mattered, but people had stopped flinching when she entered a room. She’d shared drinks with Husk (non-alcoholic, but it counted), helped Niffty deep-clean the attic, and even taught Angel Dust how to actually fold laundry instead of his usual "crumple and stuff" method.

And then there was Lucifer.

The two of them weren’t exactly subtle, not that anyone at the hotel gave a shit about subtlety. They didn’t cuddle in public or anything, but they were… close. They'd talk for hours on the roof. Laugh over tea. Sit side-by-side during dinner. Sometimes they'd brush hands or share a look that made everyone pretend not to stare.

And no one said anything. Not out loud.

Except for Alastor.

Alastor always had thoughts.

“Alright, I’m gonna say it,” Angel Dust said, tossing his feather duster onto the counter like he was clocking out after a long shift. “If I come down here one more time and smell cinnamon tea and dignity, I’m gonna lose it.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder from where she was carefully arranging a tea tray. “I’m sorry, is that a complaint?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He squinted. “It smells like a library in here. I’m getting flashbacks to Catholic school.”

“You went to Catholic school?” Cherri asked, walking in and stealing a biscuit from the tray.

“Yeah. For like, two months. Then they realized I was a lost cause and threw me the fuck out.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “You don’t seem lost now.”

Angel paused mid-dramatic sip of stolen tea. “…Okay, I didn’t expect the encouragement, damn. That was kinda sweet.”

“She’s good at that,” Husk muttered from where he was nursing a bottle at the counter. “Makes you feel like you’re not a complete piece of shit.”

“I never said anyone here was—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Husk waved her off. “You don’t have to say it. Just keep makin’ those biscuits. They’re good as hell.”

Across the room, Niffty practically sparkled as she zoomed by, holding a duster and a squeaky-clean tray. “I love when Y/N’s in the kitchen! Everything smells so fresh! It’s like a little piece of Heaven, literally!”

Y/N handed her a plate of scones. “You’ve been very helpful with cleaning. Thank you, Niffty.”

Niffty giggled. “You’re welcome! Oh my gosh, did you fold the napkins into roses? That’s so cute!”

Angel elbowed Husk. “She’s winning everyone over. First Charlie, now Niffty. Next thing you know, she’ll have Alastor baking cookies.”

Husk snorted. “That’ll be the day. The bastard probably bleeds battery acid.”

The quiet hum of the hotel library felt like a small sanctuary within a world of chaos. Y/N sat at a long table, thumbing through a book about demonology, not to learn how to banish anyone, but to better understand them.

Lucifer stood a few feet away, holding an old book he hadn’t touched in centuries. “You’re taking this seriously.”

She glanced up. “Of course I am.”

“I thought you’d report back to Heaven by now.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “And tell them what? That I drank tea with the damned? That I laughed at a demon’s joke?”

Lucifer chuckled. “They wouldn’t like that very much.”

“No,” she agreed. “They wouldn’t.”

He came to sit across from her, folding his hands. There was something more relaxed in his presence now. Less showy. Less sharp. Like the space between them had softened over time.

Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck. “We were good at fucking things up, huh?”

Angeline smiled sadly. “Incredible, really.”

For a long moment, the two just sat there. Surrounded by dusty books and quiet air, the weight of their shared past unspoken but understood.

“I missed this,” he finally said.

Angeline didn’t respond right away. She just reached across the table, brushed her fingers over his knuckles. “I missed you.”

Most of the hotel had turned in for the night, save for Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb who were half-watching a rerun of some trashy demon drama.

Y/N passed by with a fresh pot of tea.

“Hey, Feathers,” Angel called out. “You headed to your sacred rooftop date spot again?”

She rolled her eyes. “Goodnight, Angel.”

“Tell Luci I said hi!” Cherri called. “And to stop hoarding the wine.”

Lucifer wasn’t far behind her, holding two glasses of said wine. “I’m right here, Bombshell.”

Angel grinned. “Awww, look at you two. Cute and morally confusing.”

It was one of those rare slow afternoons at the hotel, the kind where no one was yelling, throwing things, or trying to set the kitchen on fire. The sun outside glowed low and soft, filtering warm orange light through the dusty windows. The world almost felt still.

Charlie sat alone in the lounge with her journal on her knees, humming to herself and doodling in the margins, hearts, halos, fire, pitchforks. She wasn’t really paying attention.

Y/N entered quietly, her steps as graceful and deliberate as ever. She looked thoughtful, like something was weighing on her, and when she saw Charlie, her expression softened.

“May I join you?” she asked.

Charlie blinked up and grinned. “Of course! Always.”

Y/N sat beside her, hands folded in her lap, her wings pulled in tight against her back. There was something distant in her eyes, like she was watching memories flicker across the walls instead of the present.

Charlie closed her journal. “You okay?”

“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said. “About before. Heaven. Your father. Everything that came after.”

Charlie gave her a quiet, curious look. “You and my dad… you knew each other for a long time, didn’t you?”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Longer than you can imagine. Before the Fall. Before the war. Back when things felt… eternal.”

There was a pause. Charlie tilted her head. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but… I’ve always wondered. What were you two like before it all went to hell—literally?”

Y/N actually laughed, a soft, bittersweet sound. “He was bold. Brilliant. A spark no one could contain. The kind of soul who could change the entire chorus of Heaven just by asking the wrong question.”

Charlie chuckled. “That sounds exactly like him.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “We challenged each other. Debated. Laughed. We were drawn to one another long before I ever admitted it. And when he started questioning the system, the rules, I admired him for it. But when it all came to a head, and the war began… I didn’t follow him. I couldn’t.”

“Because you didn’t believe in what he was doing?” Charlie asked gently.

“No. Because I did,” Y/N said, almost ashamed. “And I was afraid of what that meant.” She exhaled and looked away. “Then came Lilith.”

Charlie’s eyebrows rose. “Mom?”

Y/N gave a quiet nod. "She was clever, powerful, ambitious, and unafraid. I don’t know if it was love or survival at first, but it happened quickly. Lucifer would always talk so highly about her."

Charlie didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Did it hurt?” she asked finally.

Y/N hesitated, then answered honestly. “Yes. Not because she wasn’t worthy, Lilith was always formidable. But because part of me hoped… even after everything… that I hadn’t been completely erased from his heart.”

Charlie was quiet for a second. Then: “So… what happened after he fell?”

Y/N’s expression changed, something more vulnerable passing through her features.

“After he fell, I thought I would never see him again,” she said softly. “He disappeared beneath the gates, and Heaven tried to erase everything about him. It was like mourning someone who was still alive. I told myself it was the right thing to do, that I had stayed for the greater good. But I felt like a coward.”

Charlie blinked back emotion. “You never stopped loving him.”

“I tried,” Y/N whispered. “And I failed.”

There was a thick silence. Charlie reached out and gently took her hand.

“But now you’re here,” Charlie said. “And he’s… I mean, you’ve seen him. He’s different with you.”

“I’ve seen glimpses of the man I knew,” Angeline agreed. “But also someone else. Someone who’s lived through centuries of guilt and fire.”

“Do you still love him?” Charlie asked.

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She just looked up toward the cracked ceiling where light bled through like grace forgotten.

“I think I always will,” she said quietly. “But I don’t know what that love means anymore. Not yet.”

Charlie nodded slowly. “I get that.”

Y/N looked at her with new warmth in her expression. “You have his hope, you know. That stubborn, burning belief that something better is possible.”

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “I get it from Mom, too.”

At that, Angeline let out a real laugh. “Then you’re truly unstoppable.”

They sat together in silence again, side by side, while the light shifted around them—two women caught in the long, tangled shadow of the Morningstar.

And maybe, in that moment, both of them understood each other better than they ever had before.

decided to do more with the other residents this time

dw, the next chapters are gonna be longer

after my next alastor chapter, i wont be able to write for my alastor fic or my husk fic for a little bit cuz my prime isnt working :(

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

Taglist <3

@vififofum

if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know!!

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

au where Viktor stays (even though he's a little pissed about Jayce breaking his promise) because he still loves his partner despite it and he's actually fascinated by what he can do now (which is only fueled by Jayce's additional fascination) so instead it becomes these two dudes ignoring a literal war going on around them because they're genius scientists at heart

activities include:

figuring out if Viktor still has organs (he does, it's just all mechanical now) the hexcore is now his literal heart, his lungs are like little vacuum bags

figuring out if he needs to eat (he does, it just recharges him like you would a battery, different foods do different things aka he can actually get a real sugar high and alcohol "short circuits" him)

seeing how high he can float (he can finally get the few pieces of a past prototype that flew up to the rafters when it exploded in earlier lab days)

does he need sleep (yes, man is exhausted!!!!)

how much energy he can use before needing a break (aka what can he do with technology before he's too tired to keep going)

can he read minds (only when touching someone, and if they're strong-willed it takes a lot of energy to try)

what can he see in the arcane (he can describe it but he has no fucking clue what he's seeing, more data needed)

and thus so until they realize no one has heard from Mel in forever, Caitlyn has gone full dictator, Heimerdinger and Ekko have broken into the lab (ignore the purple naked man, clothes were not on their list of priorities) and Jayce and Viktor are like fuck wait what Is going on

then they save Piltover/Zaun from war with each other and Noxus and maybe reunite a family along the way

the end <3

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Emergency Commissions

Okay, so you know how I said the other day that my phone screen shattered?

WELL!

While trying to replace the screen, it blew up in my face.

I mean literally. I guess I punctured the battery case while removing it because it sparked. Then it smoked. Then it exploded in a fireball of broken glass and molten plastic.

I got away with just some burns to my hand, chest, and shoulder, but obviously my phone didn't survive the ordeal.

Which means I need to open up commissions to cover the cost of a replacement.

Starting at $15.00 for 1,500 words, for written fic, OR for social media au work.

Fandoms:

Batman/Batfamily (And most related ships, ex- BruHarvey, Timbern, Superbat, etc)

Flashfam/Coldflash

Venom/Symbrock

Helluva/Hazbin/Fizzarozzie/Stolitz/Huskerdust

Basically if you've seen me write for it before, I'll be happy to write for it again! If you don't see a fandom or ship in the tags that likely just means I forgot about it. Reach out to see.

If you'd rather just drop me a tip, that would also be greatly appreciated! I need about 300 dollars to get a refurbished replacement.

[padmesweetheart]

Bunker Baby

Pairing: Kurt Matheson x Reader

Genre: Chaos comedy, fluff, mild angst, survival realism

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth scene (non-graphic), swearing, mild panic, domestic softness

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Request By @sammonroesangel

You never planned on getting pregnant during the apocalypse. Actually, it was the one thing you swore up and down wouldn’t happen. But somewhere between rationing canned beans and avoiding rogue drones, you and Kurt got a little… reckless.

“Don’t worry,” he’d murmured, pressed against your neck in the dark of the bunker. “We’ll be careful.”

That was eight months ago.

Now you were waddling around the underground shelter like a hormonal penguin, and Kurt was treating you like a bomb that might explode if he breathed wrong.

——

“I’m just sayin’,” Kurt muttered one morning as he watched you struggle to reach your socks, “we shoulda built a separate birthing chamber. Or at least, I dunno, a baby corner. This place ain’t exactly… sanitary.”

You fixed him with a glare. “Oh, really, Kurt? Should we put a spa in too? A little jacuzzi for post-labor?”

“I mean—if we had electricity—”

“Kurt.”

He raised his hands in surrender, stifling a laugh. “Okay, okay, just…try not to go into labor today. The solar batteries are low and the radio’s busted.”

As if your body heard that and decided challenge accepted, you felt a warm, very un-okay gush between your legs.

“…Babe?” you said, face blanching.

Kurt squinted at you, mid-bean-can-opening. “Yeah?”

“My water just broke.”

——

Cue. Absolute. Mayhem.

“Nope, nope, we are not doing this here. We are not doing this here!” Kurt was pacing in a circle like a malfunctioning Roomba, hair a mess, hands shaking.

“Kurt,” you groaned, sitting against the cot with your legs spread and a towel under your butt. “We are doing this here. Unless you’ve got a teleportation device hidden under the floorboards ah, holy shit contraction!”

Kurt dropped to his knees, panicked. “Do you want me to boil water? That’s a thing people do, right? Like in movies?”

“Boil water with what, a candle?!” you shrieked.

“…Fair.”

You grabbed his collar and yanked him close. “Focus. You have to deliver the baby.”

“Me? I—I’m not a doctor! I can barely operate the can opener without supervision!”

“You literally stitched a man’s leg shut last month.”

“That’s different! That was just meat—this is a baby! A small person! That we made! With our oh god, I’m gonna pass out.”

You slapped his cheek lightly. “Don’t you dare. I need your hands down there, not flailing in the air like a noodle.”

“Right. Hands. Right.” He took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I got this. I’m calm. I’m totally holy shit! what is that?”

You looked down. “That’s a head, Kurt.”

“Oh god, it’s coming out like a bowling ball—”

“Focus, Matheson!”

——

The next twenty minutes were an unhinged symphony of cursing, sweating, deep breathing, and Kurt narrating things no one asked for.

“I can see the head. Oh my god, babe, she’s got hair! She’s got, like, a lot of hair. More than me. This feels personal.”

“I swear to God if you pass out, I will name this baby something dumb in revenge.”

“Push, babe! You’re doing so good! Like, warrior goddess good. Like, ‘scare off a mutant raccoon’ good!”

Finally, after one last earth-shattering scream, your baby slid into the world and into Kurt’s clumsy, shaking hands.

He stared at her like she was a glowing alien artifact.

“…She’s so tiny,” he whispered, then looked horrified. “Did I break her? I didn’t break her, right?!”

“No, you didn’t break her, you idiot,” you breathed, tears streaming down your face.

She let out a sharp, angry cry and Kurt visibly sagged in relief.

“I think she’s yelling at me already,” he whispered, awe in his voice as he awkwardly handed her to you, still attached by the cord. “She gets that from you.”

“She gets her dramatic flair from you,” you said, half-laughing, half-sobbing. “You just monologued through a live birth.”

He knelt beside you, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re okay. She’s okay. Holy shit, we made a human. During the apocalypse. That’s gotta count for something.”

You laughed through your tears, holding your daughter to your chest. “We need a name.”

Kurt blinked. “You’re trusting me to name something right now? The guy who just screamed, ‘What is that?!” when he saw a literal baby head?”

You smiled softly. “Got anything?”

“…How about Hope?” he murmured.

You stilled, your chest tightening.

“Because she’s the first good thing we’ve had in a long time,” he said. “And she’s loud. Like her mom.”

You kissed his sweaty forehead. “Hope it is.”

——

Later, when the chaos calmed and the bunker was quiet again, Kurt curled up beside you and the baby in the cramped cot. His arm tucked around both of you protectively, his hand resting gently on her tiny belly.

“She’s got your nose,” he mumbled sleepily.

“And your stubbornness,” you said.

He grinned. “That’s the deadliest combo in the wasteland.”

You snorted. “Think she’ll survive this crazy world?”

Kurt kissed your temple. “With you as her mom? She’ll own it.”

And despite the chaos, the blood, and the panic, you believed him.

Because somehow, against all odds, love had found a way to bloom underground.

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Chapter 17 long ass chappy!!)

As expected, his plan worked! Dami managed to scare off the other Leviathan! The shallows were finally safe again! For the time being at least. Danny paced around his base, celebrating this victory with a thawed peeper. He pondered throwing one to Dami, but they still had yet to make any attempt of eating any fish. Plus, the leviathan might see his offering as an opportunity to chow down on him. They were temporary allies through a shared enemy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a potential snack. 

Maybe he should be more concerned about the existence of a third species of leviathan. After all, the existence of three suggests there might be more. Scratch that there were more and that he was certain of. Dami was a graft of two species and Taser fish wasn’t the parent neither was the giant beta fish-looking guy from lurking near Lifepod three. . According to the scanners on his Lifepod, this was a planet mostly composed of water it’d make sense there’d be more nightmare death creatures swimming around in the depths of the ocean. He could easily avoid them if he tried hard enough. A quantum detonation, however, was a threat he couldn’t run from or throw hands with. At least not effectively that is. 

Danny looked down at his message log with a wince. He’d take more nightmare-death fish over the Aurora exploding any day of the week. At least he could fight the leviathans. How was he supposed to fight the genetic meltdown of a peeper blasted with the radioactive energy of a small power plant? It would be like Chernobyl all over again and he wouldn’t have the industrial equipment to clean up the fallout. 

The nuclear power generator was one of the blueprints stripped from his PDA by the crash, as were the disposal protocols that came with it. He had no way to fabricate anything but a primitive water filter. It wasn’t even one of the grayed-out blueprints like the battery charger; it just didn’t exist in his PDA. He wouldn’t be surprised if baby mode blocked the recipe out. It let him build a knife but it wouldn’t let him play with a nuclear reactor the PDA Truly was the most responsible piece of technology on this planet.

God speed Alterra…

Danny snickered, swiping through the screens of his PDA looking desperately for something he could do to help. Was there anything he could do? There wasn’t a blueprint for a radiation suit in his PDA but he was a Fenton! They got irradiated for breakfast. He could at least try, to fix things for both him and the survivors.

Taking out his sea glide Danny shot out his sea base like a speeding bullet. Time is limited and it was slipping through his fingers with every moment he wasted anxiously waiting for the perfect opportunity to help. There had to be at least one life pod that landed in near the Aurora someone who was either stuck in their pods or getting blasted by the bad vibes of the Aurora’s drive core.

Dami watched him intently from the edge of the shallows. Clicking teeth and a worried croon from the leviathan as Danny crept closer to where the crash site should be. He only swam a few feet before Dami bolted from his spot in the sand hands attempting to nudge him back to the shallows. 

With puffed-up cheeks, Danny nipped at the other darting around the leviathan's tail to further his journey. He couldn’t go back to the shallows. He wouldn’t sit there uselessly until things literally blew up in his face. Dami didn’t know how dangerous things could get. He didn’t know the catastrophic consequences this could have on his home.

The waters were murky sand yet to settle and debris scattered across the sand. Any plant life the biome had previously cultivated was crushed, uprooted, and torn apart by the impact. The wrecks in the crash site made the shallows look clean. Metal torn apart like playdough were scattered throughout clouded waters. Not a single place was clear of debris, a burning sensation in his palms the longer he swam.

A stabbing pain like a jackhammer to the skull hit him like a truck. Nausea broiled in his stomach, bile rising up his throat. Danny didn’t stop swimming not when the edges of his vision began to blur not when Dami desperately tried to push him back. Snapping teeth and swiping through the water in an attempt to intimidate him into turning back. Danny didn’t care, he… he had to do something, he had to try.

His PDA screamed, a glitching image that looked concerningly similar to what you’d find on one of the barrels in his parents' lab flashed on screen. It sounded painful, the tablet flashing like a strobe light and a shrieking noise filling his ears. Any words jumbled, thousands of audio cues playing over each other and meshing into of mess of trailed-off screams cut off when the screen went blank.

Fuck.

Shit… That wasn’t a good sign, was it? His pounding head made it hard to truly wrap his head around what just happened. If death would be permanent this time would anyone even know what happened to him? Every distress call he’d responded to every destroyed life pod he found… All of them were gone, reduced to nothing, only a splotch of red if they were lucky. If his PDA was broken how would his family know what happened to him?

Dami screeched, a noise so high-pitched it made his ears ring. The leviathan wrapped his entire body around Danny, his claw barring him from escaping. Panic swirled through his mind before a lower, spine-tingling roar broke through the sea. Peaking through the gaps in Dami’s claws, Danny’s heart jumped into his throat.

A leviathan with a sickly gray body circled them. Pitch black eyes that held something primal. There wasn’t the gleam of intelligence in its behavior, just gnashing teeth and snapping mandibles. Decorated with red, muscle so defined you’d think that was all that made up the creature’s body.

Maybe it was the headache amplifying the noise but the guttural sounds the creature constantly let out were like a nuclear bomb. His eyes stung all he could do was watch as Dami snapped his tail like a whip, slashing at their attacker. Yellow blood spilled into the water and Danny couldn’t tell if it was Dami’s. 

Saying their attacker was aggressive would be an understatement. Nothing seemed to deter the creature. Dami’s strikes only seemed to piss it off further. Every impact from Dami’s tail pulled a furious shriek from the predator. It circled them like a shark, it didn’t care that Dami was much larger it just wanted to eat.

Pointing his scanner through the gaps in Dami’s claws seconds felt like hours as the tool worked its magic. On swing from this worm on steroids and he was triple dead! The thing could swallow him whole with no room left for seconds!

At least it would be a cool death. “Danny Fenton, cause of death; Radiation poisoning and fish bites,” He’d be proud to have that written in his obituary. If anyone survived to collect and fix his PDA it’d be one hell of a conversation starter.

His skin burned like he’d pressed himself against the surface of the sun. His dive suit felt like molten lava and his air tank felt like it was filled with smoke. Dami thrashed slapping the steroid fish into the sand.

They couldn’t keep going. If both he and his PDA were being affected by the radiation then so was Dami. Their attacker wouldn’t hesitate to finish them off if the radiation didn’t melt their internal organs into a shapeless goop. They needed a route to the Aurora that wasn’t surrounded by a toxic death field. But when the death field originated from the Aurora there wasn’t much he could do. There was no safe path to the Aurora so long as he was without a radiation suit.

Danny slapped his palms against Dami’s almost transparent skin. His oxygen running thin, he tugged the leviathan’s fins until the other turned to him. Hopefully, as another sentient creature, he could understand the plea of “Let’s get the fuck out of here before we both die a slow excruciating death,” 

Thankfully, he understood. As Dami snapped his tail at the creature one last time grabbing Danny by his oxygen tank and boosting away from the crash zone. The two of them cut through the water easily gliding faster than his seaglide could at its base. 

Dami wasn’t as muscular as their attacker but he made up for it in size, speed, and intelligence. If they’d stayed to finish the fight Dami was the obvious choice to bet on. He would’ve won if he hadn’t been focused on guarding Danny from being eaten.

When they finally reached the shallows Danny could’ve kissed the sand. He’d never been so relieved to be in the kiddy pool of this planet's ocean. He felt like crying, he’d never abandon his beloved biome of coral tubes again!

Thwack!

A Peeper charged into him, hitting him in the cheek full force. Was this revenge for the fridge? Dami let out what he could only assume was the fish equivalent of a laugh, gently batting the little blue fish away. Danny didn’t have the energy to smack the leviathan for this offense nor did he have the strength to chase the Peeper who attacked him. Sleep never seemed so sweet before but he knew if he slept now he might not wake up to see the light of day again.

Danny watched the faint yellow sparkles trailing behind the fish as it rubbed itself against plants and rocks. More social than the normal peepers swimming around. If you could count tackling everything in sight as a social behavior. Danny scrunched his nose at the offensive fish rubbing the glitter-like substance off his face. If this was how Peepers tried to make friends he’d have to say it’s ineffective. 

Danny turned back to the leviathan, yellow blood oozing from long thin scratches running along his tail. He frowned, that was his fault, wasn’t it? Dami had tried to stop him, likely knowing what lurked near the crash and Danny blatantly ignored him. He’d been naive, thinking he knew better than the literal native who’d likely lived on this planet his entire life. A stupid thing to do even with the risk of an explosion. Especially with the risk of an explosion, a deeper part of his psyche nagged, pulling the bile halfway up his throat. 

What if someone had been with him? Someone had been with him! Dami wasn’t indestructible. What if that thing managed to kill them both? What if he’d gotten Dami killed just by leading them in there? Radiation poisoning was an all but painless death. Vomiting your internal organs in their liquidized form wasn’t a fate he wished on anyone let alone an ally.

The visible injuries on the leviathan seemed to be minor. If the nonchalant way the leviathan lifted Danny to the surface with a clawed hand told him anything. It was good to know they had a mutual understanding that air was a necessity for him. Accidentally being drowned by an ally wasn’t on his list of ideal deaths. Maybe if this were a horror movie he’d be more welcoming to the idea so he could haunt people more than he usually did. 

Danny tapped Dami’s forehead alerting the leviathan to his next movements into the kelp forests. Dami stayed where he was in the shallows, keeping a keen eye on Danny from afar. He swallowed the bile rising up his throat keeping up his routine of bribing the stalkers. They were like gator-shaped trolls. Demanding a toll of fish snacks before they’d ensure a safe passage through the shallows. Some of the bolder ones approached him with open mouths. He didn’t even have to chuck it at them! 

“Warning, leviathan class creature in the area,” He yanked out his PDA brushing his fingers against the screen. The tablet's light was dim but it was working. He could swipe through the tabs and see what the fuck the AI was talking about. It’s a little late for a warning about the leviathan at the crash site.

Danny swiped through the tabs of his PDA landing on the new data entry he’d risked his ass for. Apparently, the empty-eyed fuck they’d been assaulted by was a reaper leviathan. All muscle, tiny brain, and no sense of morality. Danny didn’t know what kind of morals his PDA expected from a fish like that. Lancer always told him not to judge a book by its cover but holy fuck, if Vlad stood next to one of those guys he might actually look decent.

The warning popped up again and Danny’s anxiety spiked. Did a reaper follow them? Was it the Leviathan he’d seen back at life pod three? If it was the stalkers might get to him before he could get close enough to strike him.  He pulled out his blade glancing around the kelp forest. His eyes landed on a glimpse of blue poking out from behind an arch of stone. 

…

It was talking about Dami, wasn’t it? 

Dami was following him, hiding it quite poorly. It was honestly, embarrassing he hadn’t noticed it sooner. The leviathan was out of his depth, any camouflage the other could have possibly had was squandered by his size. It was probably his size that intimidated everything into not acknowledging him.

Danny ignored the leviathan, mostly to spare the other’s ego. Danny was like a needle in a haystack while Dami was like an elephant in the chicken coop and if this were a game of hide and seek Danny would’ve demolished him by now. 

Using his blade to cut off pieces of creep vine Danny pressed the kelp together, stashing as much as possible into his bag. The fiber mesh he’d make from this would make decent bandages if he couldn’t make the blankets he wanted.

Would bandages even work on Dami? Tying gauze around the leviathan's tail just seemed restrictive. The language barrier would ensure Dami wouldn’t understand he was trying to help. Dami would just see it as Danny mistakeingly assuming he could finish the Leviathan off after a risky encounter with a reaper. He winced, getting slapped to death by an ally would be such a lame way to die. 

There had to be some other way to ensure Dami didn’t die of sepsis or whatever other infections a giant fish teenager could contract. Who was equipped to deal with this kind of thing? A vet or a marine biologist because Danny lacked the qualifications for both professions. He was two for two when it came to dying, any medical advice he could give was just a health hazard. 

Danny swam back to the shallows, Dami clumsily following him. He wasn’t bleeding anymore and Danny could vaguely make out yellow scabs clotting over his injuries. Only time would tell if that was a good sign or not. If there was anything wrong with Dami he’d find a way to fix it. It was his moral obligation to do so. 

Dami protected them from a reaper and the oversized eel! While he’s pretty sure Dami knew electric fish, he still slapped him into pissing off! Making sure the leviathan didn’t die was the least he could do even if he was friends with the electric fish secretly.

The “fight” was far too similar to the ones he’d have Dani or Jazz. Less a fight to the death and more like one of the lectures he’d get from Jazz for doing something stupid. Not antagonistic like the fights he’d have with Vlad. It was more like when Dani would hide his model rockets in the walls when he pissed her off. Dami and the electric fish acted painfully similar to how he acted with his siblings.

Would he ever see them again?

Shaking his head, a croon rippled through shallow water. Dami stared at him with glowing eyes, an expression as concerned as a gigantic fish could get. He crooned again, louder this time. A call probably evolved to be heard in deeper open waters. It wasn’t as effective in the shallows, he could hear Dami anywhere in the shallows no matter how quiet the other tried to be. All this call served to do now was to add fuel to the fire of his splitting headache.

Danny held his head in his hands, Dami taking this as a cue to be a bit quieter. The next croon he let out was softer barely audible but he got his point across. This guy was weird. He fussed over Danny more than he fussed over himself to the point he cramped himself in the shallows to stay here with him. He belonged deeper down, ancients he’d be happier deeper down but he just…stayed here? Sure he tended to follow Danny whenever he had the opportunity but Danny had mostly stuck to the shallows so far. Was this the fish equivalent to tourism? Had the crash screwed over his home so badly he couldn’t live there anymore. 

Danny glanced back to Dami, the leviathan looked perfectly fine but he didn’t exactly have another member of his species to compare to. It was like he was perfectly comfortable acting as Danny’s personal guard dog.

…

….

He was like a dog to this guy, wasn’t he?

Looking down at his tiny hand Danny squeezed them into fists. Pathetic, hardly a threat at all. Dami’s a teenager and Danny is a itty bitty squishy thing smaller than any of the other survivors. He was like a stray puppy to this guy! Like a little Yorkie happy and cute. 

He scoffed choking on the mouthful of seawater that flooded into his mouth at the action. He wasn’t anyone’s pet! He was the farthest thing from a pet! Sure, he might’ve watched Dami fight like it was a Pokémon battle but he still thought of the guy as a sentient being. It all made sense now, this dude thought he was an animal! There was no way to correct him either! They didn’t speak the same language nor was there a way for them to learn at the moment. 

How would he even go about speaking to him anyway? What was he supposed to say? “Hey, dude sorry for catfishing you but I’m not your pet,” He’d probably be dismissed and then be treated like a parrot. 

Ancients, he’s too nauseous to deal with this shit. Dealing with anything else but this would be better than this. He was stuck with a teenager who was convinced he got a new puppy… No wonder he tapped on the window like a small child seeing the fish tank at the dentist for the first time. 

At least he wasn’t the type of teenager to “Play” rough with his pets. Back home Sam went ape shit on a group of senior boys who kept shooting BBs at one of the oldest boy’s cats. Danny had yet to be manhandled, thrown, or shot at, nor was there any attempt to put him down after he bit him multiple times.

Maybe he was more like a cat?

He wouldn’t degrade himself into being anyone’s catboy. The thought alone made him want to cry. Tucker would never let him hear the end of it if he found out. The hacker would have all the ammo he needed to take revenge for being called a furry so often. He couldn’t let this happen! There’s no way he’d allow himself to be treated like a pet. If Dami ever tried to pet him he’d get stabbed! Puffing up his chest, Danny turned foot and swam back to his base. 

His to-do list was completely and utterly fucked over. Fixing the Aurora had been his top priority but he couldn’t fix it without a radiation suit and a distraction for the buff death fish! It was just like back home, the moment he sat down to knock something off his ever-expanding to-do list the entire universe ganged up on him!  

{Proposed Desagi seabase (200m)}

The signal caught his attention. It was on one of the main tabs of his PDA along with the signals for the Lifepod he’s aware of. On the front page of his to-do list, as a sub-task of finding survivors was searching for the Desagi sea base. Scrunching his face Danny pondered. If the seabase even existed there could be something down there to help him. Even if he didn’t find a survivor, the information he could gain from this could be crucial to figuring out what the hell is going on with this planet.

With the date of Paul Torgal’s environmental log, he could tell the Desagi had been on this planet within the first month of communications with the ship had been lost. Had they ever left? Did they crash or land here willingly for some unknown reason? Was what happened to the Aurora connected to the Desagi? Hopefully, he’d get his answers when he went down to explore.

Staring blankly at the signal, he studied the coordinates and the environmental log thoroughly. The cave he’d entered previously had multiple entrances. It was only logical if members of the Desagi were to build a seabase they’d build it close to an entrance. It was further into the cave system than the entrance he’d swam through had led him. 

He could search around for another cave entrance closer to the signal but it was still 200m down. His lower oxygen needs gave him a leg up but it could only carry him so far. His ability kept him from drowning in shallow water but anything deeper than 100m and it was game over, no restarts or save points!

With his current oxygen tank, he wouldn’t have the time to find the seabase let alone explore it. When the entire point of finding the seabase was exploring, it made his air tank seem about as useful as a warning label on a stick of dynamite. Any idiot with common sense could tell going down there without some kind of plan for oxygen was a sheer way to drown. While his common sense was sparse he still had it.

The blueprints for a seamoth were still missing so he’d have to go on a scavenger hunt for not only the blueprint but the resources to build it. Danny could only wonder how the Seamoth would be altered for him. The seaglide was made slightly smaller but what was it supposed to do about what was essentially just an underwater car? Pedal extensions, A controller, maybe just an autopilot? That was all he was willing to work with, a booster seat was too humiliating for his bruised ego to take. 

Along with a seamoth he’d need to upgrade his tank and replace the batteries for his seaglid. The seaglide drained power like spectra drained the happiness from children.

Digging through his storage lockers he scavenged the glass he needed for his new air tank. He fed the fabricator the ingredients waiting eagerly as the light show began. A loud jarring noise sounded from his PDA the moment the new air tank touched his hands. 

“New blueprint acquired.” The robotic voice drawled.

Danny glanced down at the tablet, staring slack-jawed at the appearance of the rebreather on his list of blueprints. Convenient, he didn’t dare question the PDA’s choice of only giving him the blueprint now instead of after all the other times he almost died. It was painfully easy to gather the materials he needed. With the creepvine he’d collected earlier he was set to make the rebreather.

Now all he had to do was get past Dami…

Why did he have a feeling that was going to be easier said than done?

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⭐️ for that fanfic directors commentary ask game?

Since you said Guy--

The Ocean Inland was the holiday piece that @daraoakwise requested as her present. The series it's part of (Carbon Cycle) is essentially the 'Rebirth' era of comics, versus the post-Crisis, pre-Flashpoint era (which I'm writing in Past Resolution's Power) and the New52 era (which I don't really touch on since it didn't interest me that much, aside Guy's Red Lantern book). But I treat all of those as separate 'reboots' because that makes a much more interesting story, especially as echoes from prior lifetimes keep pinging on our heroes in the modern day.

So, The Ocean Inland is essentially-- "How did Rebirth Era Guy get his ring?" It's also intended to set up a story Dara's working on with him by having a look at his first mission.

New52 reestablished Guy with a different backstory, but his post-Crisis one was my favorite -- abuse survivor manages to get out, earn two graduate degrees and become a teacher, only to have Hal's battery literally explode in his face, but only after getting hit by a bus. His personality 180, then his slow crawl back to something more like 'asshole with a heart of gold'. I didn't care for the modern revisions of it, so much.

So, this Guy went to University for criminal justice, played for Michigan, ended up hurt on the field, but even as he was graduating with his bachelor's at age 22, he was turning his attention towards-- maybe being a teacher, instead. He keeps feeling this tug towards it, but before he's even put his nice dress clothes away from commencement, the ring shows up.

Unlike prior versions of Guy, this one actually sits with that ring hovering there in front of him. He doesn't take it right away. I wanted to show that this version of him is impacted some by the subconscious influences of past lives; that he's got a more balanced view of the world, and even more importantly, a more balanced view of himself. He's still foul-mouthed and can be crass and crude, but he didn't spend seven years in a vegetative state. As he reflects-- it woulda been different when he was sixteen, an angry, abused kid, but he's not now.

He takes the ring and gets dragged to Oa for training, and there he meets teenage John Stewart, AWOL from his team. They fall in instantly together. I loved writing John here, because I love how their friendship quickly feels familiar and seasoned for both them and us, but have to acknowledge that they're both like-- really, really young, too. Like these guys are no where near the veteran Lanterns we knew pre-Flashpoint. They're rookies who don't even have the right to wear the corp's sigil on their uniforms yet.

A lot of this backstory is just setup for Dara and kind of a look at Guy as, basically, a kid. Both his cynicism as he was growing into his own skin, realizing how broken the system is, but also his innocence. This boy who reads by a dirty little creek, daydreaming, and pretends he's some run-away with a pack lunch in a handkerchief, free of all of the intersecting miseries of his lives and world. A kid who likes to imagine he can smell the ocean even from deeper into Baltimore, the salt and wind and water like a benediction that could wash him clean.

And he carries that forward to the Corps, where he finds himself in a leadership role, even though he's still a rookie. But he's John's right hand and when John asks him -- begs him -- to hold the line, then Guy does. And he gets banged up for it, and in the medbay on Oa, drifts in half dreams where all those lives he didn't live (but that were lived by him before him) are closer to the surface than ever.

So-- basically that. Backstory, introspection, asking what kind of man Guy is at such a young age, and how he handles his first FUBAR of a mission.

Thanks for the ask! ^_^

[bangchansgirlsblog]

could u write a skz x 9th member reaction to yn getting into a fight ? pls xoxo 😚!!

Troublemaker

A short little story :)

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"Please tell me this is a fucking joke." Hyunjin gasps looking at the paper infront of him.

"It's a fucking joke?" I give them a cheeky smile. Hoping they could let me go with just another warning.

"Not time to be making jokes Y/n." Leeknow cuts in automatically making Chan sit down to take a breather.

"Talk to her Leeknow, I can't. This can't keep happening leeknow. I give up." He rubs the temple of his head and smacks his lips.

"How bad are the damages?" Han asks while taking the document that was in the middle of the table and reading it, "Battery and assault?!" He exclaims. "Y/n what the hell did you do to the girl?"

"I did nothing Hannie! She started it and I just finished it," I say in my defense and bite into my apple.

He looks up at me then back at the paper, "Finished it by giving her a black eye? Are you serious?"

I keep my mouth shut as I watch leeknow walking back and forth, Chan sat on the chair looking defeated and the rest of the boys trying to read the pieces of paper. The papers that contained my reasoning of my suspension of school.

"What am I going to do with you Y/n? Huh? This is the second time you're getting suspended. Do you want attention or something?" Chan says with a harsh tone.

"No, ugh.”

"Then what? What do you want from me? We give you the latest phones, the latest technology, the latest clothes, we take you wherever you want, we literally let you skip school to come for shows. What could it possibly be that's causing you to act out like this?"

"You guys have to listen to me please!" I try to defend my self one last time.

"I think we've heard enough from you tonight honestly," Changbin huffs and throws his phone on the table.

"What's my punishment? let's get it over with," I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"Don't give us that attitude when you're the one that got suspended." Felix tells me off.

"Whatever,"

"That's it! I've had enough! You're grounded for 2 months! No phone, no laptop, no tv. You know what?! No more trips to America or anywhere until you die! No more shows too!"

"But Chan-"

"Go to your room right now young lady."

"Ugh! Whatever!" I throw my apple at him but he grabs it luckily with one arm and glares at me.

His face was red now and it looked like he was about to explode.

“Don’t make me feed you cold food for a week.” He says slowly, his eyes turning dark.

I grab my school bag and storm past the living room and straight into my room where I close the door shut.

"Don't slam my doors!" I hear him yell from down the stairs.

My head falls against the pillows. My scream being muffled by the pillows and the pillows ending up wet due to the amount of of hot tears that fell.

**

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Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts, Connection, etc.

A/N / Disclaimer : Fanfic is fanfic, and people are allowed to make things as OOC or just in their own image as possible, so I'm not shitting on that at all. Everyone has the right to make whatever tf they want and explore concepts and stuff.

This is just me vomiting ideas that have been plaguing me for a while.

If I'm proven wrong by the show, then I'll eat my hat and apologise for this one, but for now I'm trying to think about this stuff like - as logically in the frame of what's canon as possible.

It's funny to say that when this is the topic but yeah haha 💀

Ah yes, theorising about the goddamn TV Man again.

Cw: SFW to NSFW/18+ (below cut)

- So, let's establish some things before I begin to truly dig into this haha.

- Vox is not wireless, and thus does not get effected by things that are not directly connected to him. This is seen with him directly plugging into his set-up before being able to control all the TV's and devices connected to the main-frame.

- This would most likely mean that when the whole system goes down, he isn't affected by it and vice versa if he's not directly plugged into it. So yeah- if he blue screens or glitches out like he does just casually while not plugged in, then the whole city most likely would not blackout.

- An anon asked me about whether he would just go offline if the WiFi was down or if he would be just fine and yeah - he'd be just fine if he wasn't plugged in. If he was, however, then he'd most likely lose reception. He'd probably blackout/shut down.

- For an example: if he's plugged in and it's storming outside and lightning hits the main tower, then he'd probably be pretty injured because his system would be fine. But if he wasn't plugged in he'd be absolutely fine.

- I also could see his face dropping to low resolution and voice doing the blocky-glitchy thing audio over calls does if he's plugged into the system and the reception goes to absolute shit.

- Think 180p quality display and audio Vox lmao.

(Here's the other post as well)

- Having said all that, I also don't think that there wouldn't be any effect at all on surrounding technology if he starts glitching out.

- If he's near things like phones, laptops, lights, etc. Etc. He'd likely effect them, but on a way smaller scale then what most people seem to write about.

I'm gonna start going into directly NSFW below the cut

- So yeah, if you're just casually fucking Vox really hard and he starts glitching or goes to the point of bluescreening while coming, the whole of Pentagram city isn't going to experience a blackout because he's not plugged into the system.

- However

- He would most likely start effecting the direct surrounding technology.

- Think lights blinking on and off or getting brighter and then dimmer to the pace you're screwing him at. Think surrounding devices turning on and off.

- Think light bulbs and phones and clocks in the room - anything electrical or running on batteries - exploding into shattered bulbs, being destroyed, getting fried, etc. When he comes.

- Bro basically starts doing what ghosts/poltergeists start doing to mess with people lmao.

- The trope of him causing whole city-wide blackouts when hes fucked so hard is funny as hell in theory, but going off of canon that wouldn't happen that way.

- And maybe you're saying 'okay - but what if Vox is plugged into the system' That would also not happen.

- Yes, if you did screw him into bluescreening while he's hooked up to everything then yes it would most likely happen.

- but, it goes against literally everything we know about Vox to have that ever happen.

- He is all about appearances and looking perfect 365 days 24/7 to the public.

- I keep seeing these fics where that happens and he's all embarrassed and cute about it, but if that ever happened with what we know about canon Vox he'd be mortified and fucking pissed as all hell around it.

- I feel like if you're in a relationship with Vox, the first thing he'd make abundantly clear is how important his image is to him.

- So if reader was riling him up in his office while he's around all the machines and stuff or actually directly plugged in - he wouldn't be going 'no, stop it' as a kind of bratty thing, he'd be seriously telling you to stop.

- Like, to push him to causing a city-wide blackout by having sex would absolutely in my mind based on all we know about Vox; be violating his boundaries to one of the highest degrees there are.

- His public image is everything, and you would be let know that from day one. Hell, dude would probably jeaprodise/push your relationship to the side if it fucked up his image. Thats how important it is to him. The boundaries around doing something to fuck his image up would be set in stone from the second you enter his life.

- So doing that and causing that to happen wouldn't really be?? Like the cute fanfiction trope it is, he'd be rightfully angry as fuck that that's happened because it's what not to do 101 to not screw up his image.

- The 'blackout' you'd be able to cause and not have him absolutely hating you afterwards would be with your house, hotel room or wherever you're doing the do.

I'm way too passionate about this, i know, but like I see it so frequently, and it just makes like absolutely no sense to me at all, haha. I liked it the first time i saw it but after actually thinking about it I just find myself raising my brows and cringing each time I see it in fanfics because it just feels inaccurate asf 😭

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L33-01 Revamp :3

Close Ups

Pspsps @stormbreaker-290 @bumble-the-sun-bee the illegitimate green child is here once again :3

More unpolished doodles and technical ramblings below the cut :3

Close ups with descriptions below

Image 1: Arm Details

L33-01 pretty much has the same arms as the DCA but green instead of blue and yellow.

Image 2: Inside their Chassis

L33-01 has a really shoddily put-together internals, making them prone to random shut downs or temporary loss in limb function if they get jostled around too much. Their main power source is pretty much a fancy car battery, making them unable to use the charge stations without risking the integrity of their battery, aka if they use the charging stations, their battery will literally fucking explode :3

Image 3: Inside their Headcase

L33-01 has a separate charging port and battery for their screen face due to the delicacy of the display (more proof of the shoddy craftsmanship of their body). L33-01 also has a light sensor similar to the DCA but instead of swapping ai's, it controls the lights in their stomach and arms, meaning if it gets dark enough, L33-01 will glow like a glow stick. L33-01 also has the ability to look 360 degrees around them thanks to the swivel joint around their neck

Image 4: Expressions

L33-01 can display a variety of emotions on their digital display, their freckles can shift to blush if the emote deems it necessary. L33-01's face is also a touch screen, allowing others to interact with the display and simulate L33-01 feeling the touch as well.

Text in Alt bc of my shit handwriting lol