#yeah he probably needs like 30 naps at this point

[2aceofspades]

leo looks so tired in the last comic lmaooo. do you have any insomnia/sleep related doodles? no pressure i was just curious! your future rottmnt stuff is great!

Oh...heh...that was unintentional 😅 I have a pretty bad habit of drawing specifically Leo looking...really tired. Like...tired tired. Now that I'm thinking about it...it's actually a comment that I've gotten quite often. But! It's just the way I draw him, yeah.

Actually...I don't think I've ever gotten that comment on anyone else I draw...just Leo. Which is kinda funny to me cuz I don't actively apply the headcannon that Leo has insomnia whenever I draw him.

Here's some quick doodles of the tired guy:

I gotta stop projecting onto this poor guy fr oops haha

Thank you so much for your ask! 🤗✨ You're too kind 😊

[bleedingoptimism]

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆

Someone is knocking on his door when Eddie wakes up from his impromptu nap at 4:30 in the afternoon.

Although there’s nothing impromptu about his nap since he literally spent the whole day in bed feeling sorry for himself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, past self who thought it’d be funny to write about his knight in shining armor when high as fuck.

He knows the knocks are either the kids, here to beg him not to cancel the campaign, or Steve, coming over to let him down easy. And he doesn’t want to deal with either one.

He’s just so embarrassed, and like, he knows Steve won’t laugh at him. He will a little, probably, but not meanly.

It’s just the ‘This is flattering Eddie, but I don’t feel the same’

It's the ‘I hope we can still be friends’

It’s the ‘I care about you but not that way’ of it all Eddie really fucking hates.

The knocking hasn’t stopped and it’s getting more insistent so Eddie sighs and gets up. Time to face the music, he supposes.

He opens the door so hard it bumps into the wall, revealing a slightly surprised Steve outside.

“Harrington,” he says and turns, walking back inside. He flinches once he’s turned at the thought his dramatics might have left a dent in their brand new government-hush-money-bought house.

How is he going to explain it to Wayne?

‘Sorry about the wall Wayne. I needed to do the equivalent of slamming the door shut but while opening it before I got rejected.’

Steve walks in behind him and closes the door softly, following him to the kitchen where Eddie is leaning against the cupboards with his arms crossed.

Steve leans against the counter right in front of him. The kitchen is nice but leaning on the smaller side, so there’s not much room between them. Eddie watches as Steve takes a neatly folded paper out of his pocket.

And his shoulders go all the way up to his ears when he sees it’s the character sheet. Steve delicately unfolds it and puts it beside him on the counter, straightening it with his hand, softly, caringly.

‘Why?’

It makes Eddie nervous, “If you’re here to laugh at me, just get it over with already,” he tells him.

Steve looks at him, smiles kindly, and then his smile gets bigger and bigger until he’s chuckling, but still kind, “I’m sorry but,” he breathes, “Harry Stevenson? Really?”

Eddie snorts, unable to help himself. It's so dumb.

“Who would that make you? Manny Eddinson?” Steve says, outright laughing now.

Eddie starts laughing too, “Yeah, okay, okay. Laugh it up Harrington,” he says, completely red in the face and motioning with his hand in a ‘go on’ gesture.

Steve shakes his head, “No, no, it’s Stevenson to you,” he says, but then he sobers up, shaking his head again.

“Wait, sorry. I didn’t come here to laugh at you Eddie,” he tells him, standing up straight, making the distance between them seem shorter, “I came here to tell you something.”

Eddie sighs and looks at the floor, at Steve’s white snickers at his own bare feet.

“Let me guess,” he says, “You’re flattered, but–”

“I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

He stares at Steve. Stares and stares, but Steve is just looking at him, biting his lip with a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

“Is this real?” Eddie asks him in a whisper.

And Steve points at the sheet, “Is this?” he asks him.

Eddie blushes even more and nods once.

Steve smiles bashfully and takes one step closer to him, “So, can I keep it?” he asks, and it takes a minute for Eddie to figure out he’s talking about the character sheet. It’s hard to think when Steve is standing so close.

“Can I keep you?” Eddie blurts out.

Steve’s whole face illuminates with the brightness of his smile, and he lets out a small noise, a happy little hum of a sound that Eddie knows he’ll dream about for the rest of his life.

Steve lifts his hand and moves Eddie’s hair away from his face. He grazes his cheek as he tucks a few strands behind his ear, smoothes them when he gets to his shoulders. He continues to trail his fingers down his arms, all the way to his hands and takes them, holds them.

“Is this real?” Eddie can’t help but ask again.

“It is if you want it to be,” Steve answers easily.

Eddie nods and closes the distance between them with a kiss.

And Steve chuckles because Eddie didn’t actually stop nodding before attempting to kiss him, so he has to chase his mouth up and down for their lips to properly touch.

They both end up giggling into each other's mouths, but then Eddie takes a deep breath through his nose and tries again.

He grabs Steve’s face with both hands and inclines it for a better angle, deepening the kiss, exploring the inside of his mouth with his tongue, and then sucking Steve’s own tongue into his mouth.

Steve moans and pushes Eddie into the cupboard and Eddie retaliates by pushing Steve back and crouching slightly to grab the back of his thighs and lifts him. Steve yelps and laughs into his mouth as Eddie places him on the counter and Steve opens his legs to let Eddie stand between them.

He hugs him, burying his face on his neck and Eddie circles his waist with both arms and presses himself flush against his chest.

Steve sighs and then moves back a little to look at Eddie. He moves his hair out of his face again, lifting his bangs, and kisses his forehead, and then his nose and his cheek once, twice, three times quickly, and Eddie laughs.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” Steve sighs, still holding Eddie’s face between his palms.

“You? Wanted? Really?” Eddie stammers, because his brain left the perimeter a long time ago.

Steve giggles and leans in, touches their foreheads together, and nods.

“Steve…”

“Mmm?”

And Eddie kisses him again because he doesn't know how to say what he wants to say. He kisses him and he hopes it gets the message across. He kisses him and he lets his hands talk, his lips confess, his body speak.

He pours everything into it and when they pull apart to breathe, Steve whispers, 

“Take me to bed” And he knows Steve understood him.

The sun is gone when they get back to the kitchen, wearing each other's boxers, with Steve also wearing one of Eddie’s shirts, and fuck does it look good on him. He tells him as much as he kisses his cheek and hands him a glass of orange juice.

Steve is back to sitting on the counter, and Eddie groans when he sees he’s looking at the character sheet that’s still laying innocently beside him.

He steps between Steve’s legs and Steve immediately makes room for him, putting one arm around his shoulders and pushing the paper out of Eddie’s reach with the other.

“You really want to keep it?” Eddie asks against his neck and kisses a bruise he left there a couple of hours earlier.

“It’s so embarrassing! I was high and pining and a little horny…”

Steve laughs, and buries his hand in Eddie’s hair, scratching the back of his head, “Of course I want to keep it! It’s probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Well, that’s just sad,” Eddie snorts.

“Shut up,” Steve tells him and pulls at his hair, making him groan and then laugh.

He moves back an inch or two to kiss Steve’s cheek and catches him still staring at the paper, tracing where his name it’s written backward,

“You have no idea how happy this made me,” Steve whispers, and Eddie fucking melts at the way his voice sounds, oh so tender, “When Dustin showed it to me-” 

But something clicks when Steve says that. Dustin said he hadn’t looked at it, the little shit. 

“Oh, I’m going to fucking kill that gremlin.” 

Steve laughs, ���Don’t be too mad at him,” he tells him, rubbing his hands up and down his back, “Yes, he did something shitty, but he just wanted to help.”

Eddie just grunts in response, his mind going through a hundred different scenarios of how to punish him.

“I was never going to confess to you Eddie,” Steve admits.

“But he knew I liked you and thought I needed some encouragement. That’s why he showed it to me.” 

“You told Dustin you liked me?” Eddie asks him, smiling.

But Steve snorts, “No. The little shit accidentally overheard me.”

That prompts an ugly laugh out of Eddie and then they are both laughing again and then kissing again and again and again until the moon is high in the sky and their eyelids are heavy.

They go back to Eddie’s bed, Steve on his back and him between his legs, head resting on his stomach.

“I quit Hellfire,” Eddie murmurs sleepily.

Steve hums, “Of course you didn’t. But I don’t think it’s a bad idea to wait until Dustin apologizes before you come back. Make him sweat a little.”

Eddie chuckles and moves to bite Steve’s tummy right above his belly button before kissing the spot and resting his cheek over it again, “God, I love you.”

Steve pinches his shoulder lightly for the bite, “Love you too,” he answers back and after a moment he asks,

“Should we tell them?”

“It’s up to you,” Eddie tells him, “They already know I’m gay.”

“Really?” Steve asks him, curious.

“I noticed Will was struggling with it, so I made one of my characters gay just to test the waters. I made it clear there was nothing wrong with him, or me. And when they had questions I answered them and-”

He gets interrupted by Steve pulling him by his face and kissing him soundly.

“That was so nice of you. So fucking brave,” Steve tells him between kisses.

“You make me feel brave,” he confesses.

So yes, it’s up to Steve when he wants to tell The Party, because he knows, he’s sure, whatever comes their way, they can deal with if they’re together.

𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱

part 1: ❤️

part 2: 🧡  

part 3: 💛  

part 4: 💚    

part 5: 💙  

part 6: 💜

part 7: 💗

☕🥐💕

[lovrre]

Statue of Liberty~

Joel x fem reader

Word count:3k

Summary: Ellie plays wing man for Joel hoping to set you guys up, only to find out all Joel needed was a little advice and some glue.

Warnings:Reader is a little Bit of a mother figure to Ellie , fluff, curse words, smut, unprotected sex, squirting 🌝…idk probably some other stuff

You sit in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, carving out a little figurine of the Statue of Liberty into wood with your knife. You realize Ellie woken up from her nap when you hear her start moving around restlessly in the back seat. She sits still for a while before resting her chin on the edge of the passenger seat’s headrest. “How long has it been, it’s hot as shit in this car!” Ellie says, turning to you, letting out a frustrated sigh. “About 30 minutes” you saying not breaking concentration “UHGG” Ellie grunts “I don’t understand why we can’t just all go in with Joel” Ellie says moving closer to look at what you’re doing.

“It’s better one person go then all of us be in danger” you say, not looking up from your carving. “Bull shit! it’s dangerous everywhere” Ellie says, rolling her eyes. “It’s funny to me that you know all these cuss words but probably can’t even spell the word beverage” you say, flicking off a chunk of wood with your knife.

Ellie goes quietly for a second before speaking “B. E. V. A-“ you quickly cut her off “stop you’re embarrassing me” you say, letting out a small laugh, Ellie mumbles crossing her arms “not my fault they didn’t teach me shit at that dumb ass school”

Ellie tries to stay quiet, but her boredom gets the best of her. “Is that supposed to be the Statue of Liberty?” Ellie asks, pointing to your carving. “Yeah, it’s from memory though, so it’s not that good”

“ No it’s good, It looks a lot like it” Ellie says, leaning over to get a closer look. “You’ve seen it in person?” You ask, finally looking away from the carving and up at Ellie. “Only in books and stuff, you?” Ellie asks, your face drops for a second, “yeah I lived in New York when I was younger ”. Ellie sees it hit a soft spot for you and changes the subject, “you’re not like the other old people” Ellie says plainly.

You scrunch up your face confused and look at Ellie, “Old??? I’m like 30, if that ” you scoff, returning your focus to your carving, trying not to think about the fact that this was the first time you’ve ever been called old. “ thirty’s not old?” Ellie asks Genuinely.

“ No it’s not, it’s a perfectly fine age” you say, partially trying to convince yourself. “

“if that” How don’t you know your own age?” Ellie asks, plopping back down on the seat. “ It’s not like I have a calendar. You lose track of time after a while you know… you could be actually 12 , you sure act like it” you say, wiping the pile of wood Shavings off your lap. “Hey!” Ellie laughs, hitting your shoulder. You shrug, “Just saying, how do you know someone didn’t just round up when you were a toddler?” .

“Haha hilarious” Ellie says sarcastically before going quiet actually thinking about it for a second. “ Back to what I was saying, I wasn’t trying to say it like you’re old, I just meant you’re not like the other OLDER people, you’re not all grumpy like-“ you both speak at the same time “Joel” you two laugh “well that’s because Joel is Actually old” you say bringing your focus back on your carving. “ How old is Joel anyway ?” Ellie asks, it takes you a minute to remember, “in his fifties I think” you say, focusing on the arm part of your carving. “DAMN…that’s old” Ellie says Dramatically. “ I know right” You laugh.

Something comes across Ellie’s face, like she remembers something. She leans in closer, placing her elbow on the center console and leaning her head on her hands like a kid daydreaming in class. “ Joel doesn’t look too bad for a fifty-something, right? ” Ellie says, raising her eyebrow. You’re to focus on your sculpture to realize what she’s doing.

“ No he doesn’t, he doesn’t look young, but he still looks good…you know sliver fox think” you say, unfazed, still carving at the mini Statue of Liberty. Ellie scrunches her face up in disgust for a second before speaking, “No, I don’t…” know”. You guys sit in silence for a second while You continue working on your carving. “Would you ever date someone that old?” Ellie questions hinting as something that you don’t get right away. “ Depends on- wait” you stop in realization and look up at Ellie. She gives you a tight lip smile, raising her eyebrows up and down. “No” you state plainly, “c’mon why not, he’s lonely, you’re lonely perfect match”

You roll your eyes, “wow, that’s all we have in common really?” You say, wiping more shavings off your pants. “Well you’re both old but If I say that you’re gonna get mad” you don’t even say anything, just stare at her from the corner of your eye. “ listen I would I just I don’t-“ just as you’re about to finish your sentence, Joel opens the door to the truck. He gets in the driver seat and Ellie smiles, “will finish this conversation later” Ellie says, giving you a wink. “We won’t” you say, giving her a tight smile. “We will~” Ellie whispers in a very quiet whimsical tone, you scrunch up your face at her odd behavior, “what conversation?” Joel asks, looking between the two of you. “Nothing you need to worry about right now, old man,” Ellie says, patting him on the shoulder. “Weird kid” Joel mumbles before starting the car.

After finding a remote place to in the woods to sleep for the night, you and Ellie sit in the bed of the pickup, your feet dangling off the edge. “ I need to go collect some fire wood, I’ll stay close by, scream if you need me” Joel says, walking towards the forest. “I’ll come with!” Ellie says, jumping off the bed off the truck to catch up with Joel. You watch Ellie run after him, “and I’ll just…stay here” you say, tapping on the side of the truck with your finger.

~~~

Ellie walks side by side with Joel, smiling ear to ear. “What the hell are you smiling bout?” Joel asks looking down at her “Only that I’m the best wing man ever,” Ellie says, giving him a cocky shrug. “What are you talking about?” Joel asked a bit worried, “I was talking to y/n about if she would date- ”. Joel interrupts her “-Ellie you didn’t” a mischievous smile creeps on her lips. “ I did”

~~~~

You sit in the bed of the truck, wondering how long Joel and Ellie would be gone for. You tried to combat it, but for some reason, the thought of what would it be like to be with Joel kept creeping up in the back of your mind. Not only that, but you didn’t hate it, but it just felt like something that was off-limits, but that also made it intriguing.

~~~~

“ I mean she basically said you were hot, and she would date you ” Ellie says optimistic, Joel takes a few breaths in before speaking. “ What did you say to her exactly” Joel asks, a little irritated. “I just asked her if she would date someone in there fifties”

“-Ellie” Joel sighs, wiping his face in frustration. “ Calm down…she basically said she would, and she said something about gray foxes?” Ellie say confused, “silver fox?” Joel says, “yeah that, she said you had that going on, whatever that means…more old people shit” Ellie mumbles the last part. Joel stays quiet for a second, enjoying the thought of you finding him any bit attractive, gave him. “ Don’t do that again. I can handle my own personal life, hear me”?

Ellie doesn’t say anything, kicking the stones under her feet. “ Do you Hear me?” Joel asks again for sternly . “Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever, I’m just saying do something nice show her you care ”

~~~~~

A day later, you proudly show Ellie your finished wood carving of the Statue of Liberty, and she is amazed by the level of detail you were able to achieve. “Bro, this is awesome where did you learn how to do this?” You really think for a second before answering , “I don’t even remember, I just Do it.” You say proudly, “Wow” she says as she runs her fingers along the curves of the figure. “Can you teach me?” Ellie asks, taking her eyes off the carving to look at you.

“ Yeah, I taught my sister, so it should be easy to teach you,” you say, for a second thinking about your old life. “ I used to make them in art class, and I’d go home and teach them, the carvings were a lot less details though because I was like 10” you say jokingly but a bit of sadness at the fact that your sisters Aren’t here anymore.

Ellie let out a small laugh and “I bet I could do better than 10-year-old you” Ellie Says, shrugging her shoulders confidently. “I’d like to see you try,” you laugh, pushing her shoulder. Joel overhears your conversation and even though you don’t outright say it he makes a mental note that he's not alone in his suffering—that you've lost people too.

~~~~

Joel and Ellie were walking alongside you while searching for supplies. You guys needed to look for some more food , so you drove into a presumably empty town. The streets were eerily quiet as you guys made your way through the abandoned streets. Suddenly, a group emerged from an alleyway at the end of the street. A mix of clickers and runners. Fear spread quickly amongst them, but Joel was determined to protect you and Ellie.

“GET INSIDE!” He yells, gesturing you guys inside the abandoned store. You get inside, but quickly realize the door was broken off its hinges and wouldn’t close. Just when you were about to panic, Joel calls out. “Help me push!” He yells, gesturing you to the large cabinet. You run over to Joel's side, helping him push down the cabinet. It makes a loud thud when it falls causing dust to pollute the air. It only blocking off the majority of the opening, leaving the top bit still exposed. “Shit shit shit shit shit” you curse, look for something to block the top.

As soon as you turn your back , a clicker slithers through the small opening. There was no hesitation, Joel swiftly grabbed a nearby shovel and stepped forward to face off with the monster, one hard hit and it stumbles back. A gun shot rings through the air and the clicker falls back with a thud. You look back to see Ellie holding her gun. Ellie lowering the gun a smiles proudly. “Good shot” you huff out, Joel looks around the room quickly for an Exit. “Out that way” he says, pointing to a small back door. Just before turning to the exit, you see your Statue of Liberty carving broken in three pieces on the ground. Your heart breaks a little at the sight, you move towards it for a second, debating whether you should grab it or not.

“FUCKING GO!” Joel yells, making you jump, you and Ellie run out the back door. After you guys are gone, Joel looks around once before slowly bending down, picking up the large fragment pieces of your carving and stuffing them in his pocket.

somehow you guys all managed to make it out unscathed. However, during the scuffle your wood carving broke, it shouldn’t have been a big deal, it was just wood. But it reminded you of home, not the QZ, home…life before everything, your sculpture breaking felt like a metaphor for never going to feel at home again. Ellie looked down at your empty hand, “where’s your sculpture thingy?” She asks, gesturing to your hand “It broke” you say, giving a sad tight smile.

You guys find and a pretty secure building to spend the night. There were two rooms right next to each other, connected by an entryway that you guys decided to hunker down in. You and Ellie found tents for all of you guys while scavenging. You and Joel start putting up your tents, and Ellie follows behind. “You don’t have to set up all the pieces if you don’t want to, you can stay in mine” you say, watching Ellie slightly struggling with the zipper on the bag. “No thanks I’m good, I actually want to sleep tonight” Ellie says, pulling out a rod from the back, looking at it confused.

“I’ll do it” Joel say walking over towards Ellie, “pay attention, so you can do it on your own next time”

~~~~

Ellie ended up sleeping in your tent, her head laying snug on your chest. During the night, you move uncomfortably, the hard floor still very present under the tent's thin fabric. You look down, realizing Ellie had slithered her way onto your chest, you slowly sit up, moving her gently back to her side. You rubbed your eyes annoyed, your back was hurting from the floor and your throat was dry. You knew you had some water in your bag right outside the tent, so you slowly unzipped it, careful not to make too much noise. Just as you're about to step on the ground, you look down to see your small Statue of Liberty perfectly intact. Your first thought was that Ellie must of went back and fixed it or something. You bend down to pick it up and see a small note made from ripped pieces of paper.

The note reads “I shouldn’t have yelled- j” you smile at the words before examining the carving. He really did a good job, there wasn’t even any glue residue, you almost couldn’t tell it had even been broken. You hear a rustling sound coming from Joel's tent, you walk through the entrance that separated the two rooms and stood infront his tent. “Joel you up?” You whisper looking at his tent for movement, “yeah, you alright?” he asked, voice sounding groggy from sleep. You hear him move and a second later he unzips the tent door, “sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my thing, sorry I thought you were already up.”

“ you're good, I know it’s not perfect, but it should last,” he says, wiping his face with his hand. You look over a bit in his tent that’s lit up by a little oil lamp and see an old can labelled “canned cake” with a fork stuck in it. “Eeew what is that” you say, climbing into his tent to examine the can. Joel sighs at your action, “did you eat this shit” you ask, picking up the fork and smelling it. “ Unfortunately” he sighs again, adjusting himself to make more room in the tent for you. “That bad?” You say, giving it another sniff, “definitely not good” he says, grimacing at the can. You take a small bite off the fork, really tasting it before coming to a conclusion.

“ I mean…for twenty years old it’s kinda good” Joel makes a face that shows his disagreement. Silence fills the air for a second before you speak, “Well… I just came in here to tell you thanks for” you lean outside the tent to grab your sculpture off the floor

”-this” you say, showing off your sculpture. “ You did good” you say, seeing the details better in good lighting. “ You’re welcome, by the way you reacted I guessed it meant a lot to you” he says watching your every movement. you stay silent for a second, really thinking before talking. “ Can I tell you something it’s a little off topic … I wanted to tell Ellie, but I didn’t think she’d get it, it’s deep, so prepare yourself.” Joel nods, and you zip up the tent for more privacy.

“ Before everything, before the infected and all that shit. I had a family two sisters, a mom and dad, a cat, the whole shebang. I used to make my sister carvings just like this all the time” you say, gesturing to the carving in your hand. “And well as you probably are guessed, she died, they all did actually… in front of me at that” you say, the familiar feeling of guilt bubbling in your stomach. “But you know I was so young… I know I couldn’t have done anything, I know I couldn’t…but it’s this feeling that I could have, it’s this feeling of knowing how the world used to be. It hurts… so bad, something about knowing that your favorite teacher is most likely dead. Or your childhood friends, cousins, uncles etc. do you feel that?”

You ask, fidgeting with your nails a tears welling in your eyes threat

” more than you know“ Joel says, pain lacing his voice. You look up to see the same sadden expression and glossy eyes as your own. Suddenly, as if something comes over you, you grab his face and kiss him. He returns the kiss, leading into it. You quickly pull away in realization. “ Oh my god I’m so sorry, I don’t know wh-“ Joel quickly cuts in, shaking his head. “ it’s ok, I get it, you needed some to talk to and-“ Joel cuts himself off when he sees you still staring at his lips longingly.

Joel watches you slowly bite your lip, trying to suppress the memory of the feeling of his own yours. “Fuck it” he whispers under his breath before quickly grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss. You deepen the kiss my sinking your have into his hair and pulling him closer to your mouth. You let out a breathy moan and Joel grabs your back, pulling you towards him in a way that tells you to straddle him. You do, grind yourself against the hard bulge in his pants. “You wanna do this” he asks his thick country accent mixed with his groggy sleep voice making your core tighten.

“Yeah” you breathe out “Really bad” you whisper, kiss the corner of his mouth. “ We gotta keep quiet” Joel whispers, pulling by your waist, so you’re closer to him. “I’ll try, ” you whisper, pulling your shirt over your head exposing your breasts. Joel lets out a low growl from deep in his chest at the sight, quickly sinking his hand between the two of you work at his belt. He takes it off, throwing it to the side and shimming down his pants just enough so pull his dick out. It’s big, but you expect that you didn’t expect him to be so thick. “ Shit I don’t know if it’ll fit, you laugh while unbuttoning your pants.

“ I know you can take it” Joel says, a smile creeping up on his face. Standing up for a second, pulling off your pants and your underwear completely before returning to your position on Joel's lap. Your warm cunt rubbing against his shaft, causing his breath to become rugged. You start rubbing yourself against his cock back and forth, your wetness making it easy to slide along his length . “ I need it” Joel huffs out, he doesn’t say exactly, but you know. You sit up a little, so you can guide him into your entrance, your left hand keeping you balanced. Joel helps you, line himself up with you before grabbing your waist and pushing you down.

He stretched you out, the sensation making your legs shake on top of him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, he guides you by your waist up and down on his dick. He lays back completely when you start moving on your own, bliss talking over his body. The lewd sounds of your juices and the slapping of skin filled his ears. Your legs began getting tired and your movements slowed. “ Ride me” Joel demanded his tone, deep and serious. You obey riding him with all your might, trying to keep moans at bey by biting the insides of your cheek.

“I’m about to cum” you whine, your legs shaking onto of him. Joel gets up a switches positions, so he’s on to of you missionary, his hand rests on your thigh pushing you leg back, so he has a better view of his dick entering your cunt. “Ohh god” you moan, the new angle hitting you deeper than before. You try to push Joel away, the sensation too much to bear.” take that shit” he groans, plunging deeper into your scratch at his arms as you feel the tight knot in your stomach breaking. “Take this dick baby” he groans again

You cum with what would be a loud cry if Joel hadn’t used his free had to cover your mouth. His other still holding your leg up, You moan into his had as you feel yourself coming around his dick. You squirt all over him, the loud sound of your juices intensify. “Fuck just like that” he says, his thrust becoming rugged. “Shit I’m gonna cum” Joel mumbles finale uncovering your mouth. “In me baby, cum in me” you moan squeezing your walls tight around him. Before he could even react, he was cumming inside you. “Shit-“

~~~

The morning came and you and Joel made breakfast with what whatever you food he had in his bag. You sit in comfortable silents watching Joel stir around the food with a fork over his makeshift fire. “I’m usually gentler than that in bed ”Joel says awkwardly, looking up from the pan and at you. “It’s ok, I liked it” you say, smiling. A loud voice interrupts your conversation “smells good” Ellie says, stepping out of the tent stretching out her arms. She walked over to where you and Joel were sitting and plops down next to him.

She leans over and whispers so only Joel can hear her. “Y/n didn’t come back to the tent last night…wonder where she was” Ellie smiles, elbowing him in his side. “Don’t” Joel replies sternly “best wing man” Ellie laughs

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING COMMENTS 🤭

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - THE TENTH DOCTOR

AN: so sorry for being away for so long!! Hopefully this is not out of character <3

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

I mean, time and space? But especially likes places a like earth, I mean like places with cafes and parks where you can sit and chat but also tourist places, loves going on a tour just to sneak of and search the place for your own.

Bond (what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?)

Companion :3

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Definitely, I mean he definitely loves hugs.

All the time, sometimes for no reason.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

He’s the kind of timelord too take you to a 80s club ^^

in a very 80s fashion outfit** “ready to go, doll?”

“Okey queen wannabe”

“You don’t like it?” He frowns.

“I love it, are we going to like a club??”

“Yep!-“

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

You probably do, I mean, the cyber men probably tried to upgrade you, the darleks used you a leverage/just tried to kill you.

You know, the normal stuff.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

You probably fight about who/how he decides to safe people. Like you’d disagree if the monster of the week deserves to get killed off or relocate or if you should just let it be.

You’ll eventually get to agreement, ether that being from time sake or just something happening that makes you on the same side.

After everything’s done, even if it ends badly, he’ll give you a hug and apologize. Doesn’t matter if he was right in the end or not, he just wants too make sure you’re both on the same side.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

I think you help him with his sadness after a adventure doesn’t go right, like if he’s really upset just giving him a hug and talking to him until he feels better would make him love you.

As for you, he helped you with whatever you need. He just wants you to be happy, so if he can help you with literally anything he’s happy too.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He ether just does it verbally or if it’s something deeper, he’ll look at you a lot until you ask.

Stares*

“… yeah? Doctor?”

“You know that time we went to that planet with the massive sunflowers?”

“Yeah?-“

“Oh-“ proceedes taking about random thing for 30 minutes.

“Point is, dolphins. Yeah, that’s my point.”

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Pissed, at the thing that hurt you of course.

Like doesn’t care if you just stubbed your toe, he’s fixing whatever you stubbed it on so you can’t do that anymore.

Or if it’s like the bad guy for the adventure. Their getting trapped in a mirror asp.

And now if your just sick, he gets you the best medicine in time and space and then also the best soup, followed by cuddling.

“Doctor, you're going to get sick.”

“Oh, me? Nahh, I’ll be fineeeee”

He did get sick. And now it’s your turn to have to take care of him.

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Very silly and probably Sciencey humor.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses <33

Love (how do they show you they care?)

Remember small of handed things you said, mentioned you liked a singer/band? You’re going to their concert.

Mentioned you thought something looked cool? He got you it.

Also if you say you want to go to a planet with like a no people? He’ll try and find the best place.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Probably helped him from some aliens.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

I mean you definitely have your own room, but he’d probably really like too sleep with you on the couch and have like a nap ^^

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

You probably have like an apartment from whatever place/time you’re from that you stay at whenever you don’t travel with him. And with that I really think he’d like your room. It’s just so you.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

I mean he’ll let you wonder off and do stuff on your own, like if you want to go home for a little he’s definitely fine with that, he’s not over bearing.

But if you get hurt he’s immediately ready to fight for you.

If he has history with something/someone and they try to get near you he won’t even let them look at you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

He’s a very extroverted, but definitely won’t push you to answer something you don’t want to.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Marrying “the virgin queen”

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

You do art? Art room in the tardis. Will also go to see whatever artist you look up too (cough* Van Gogh cough*)

You like books? You have your own part of the library with all your favorite books. Will also take you to bookshops whenever you want new books

You like cosplay? Whole closet full of stuff and will go to cons with you (also will cosplay with you) ((I think the thought of the doctor in cosplay is amazing))

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Oh after you become his companion 100%

If you come up with a plan he’ll immediately start doing it, no questions asked, well until he’s already started.

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Long speeches. Especially from him.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

… I meannnnn, that’s like all what you do.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Oh definitely. Immediately when he realizes you wondered of he starts looking for you, if he can’t find you he sends you a text message.

“Helloo where you wonder of now then?”

And if you don’t answer he’ll start to get really worried.

Only to find you have befriended the town folk and is now getting married to the queen.

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

“Ah- welll-“

That hands in pocket thing he does.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

“You’re being such a darlek/cyber man/crying angel right now”

Zany (do they have a weird side onlyyou get to see? what’s it like?)

He’s Always weird but I guess more emotional side if that makes sense??

[memberment]

good morning everyone!

I have ruined my sleep schedule. Someone save me LMAO

(10:00) as I reach the end of what I've written for morning glory, I grow tired. I need to take a nap. Will I finally finish this Fourth of July chapter today?? Perhaps.

But no one and I mean NO ONE is allowed to let me forget I need to incorporate the mostly bit at some point. Like there are so many canon refs in here it's SCARY. I NEED THE MOSTLY BIT IT IS MY FAVORITE CARTMAN BIT. NO ONE LET ME FORGET!

(6:11) this is my third good morning of the day, second on record good morning, first on record crying over my writing.

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONNA DIE I'M GONNA THROW UP

(I'm literally not okay I need to stop writing tragic creek)

(7:04) Guys I'm almost done with my morning glory reread and when I tell y'all I just nearly died from shock bc Craig casually mentioned he 'Doesn't believe in coincidences.' Like, it's such a benign statement but after WRITING his storyline in Genesis and randomly seeing something like that in the wild that I totally forgot about almost just took me out.

(10:20) Guys after I reread this Genesis chapter and code it I AM OFFICIALLY WORKING ON MORNING GLORY AGAIN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO (This Fourth of July chapter will get finished tn I SWEAR TO HECK!!!!)

(And then I get to read my fav once its like 5am bc I can only read my fav fic at like 5/6 when the sun is just coming up and my room is perfectly cold and I'm almost ready to go to bed but not quite the vibe is JUST RIGHT here's to praying to the gods we don't believe in I get blessed with an early chapter(bc I have literally been trying to space them out and save them and sometimes I do get lucky and get to read two at once and it's literally the best istg))

(11:17) I forgot to reread said chapter and quit at some point but tell me how Morning went from 84.6 (?? ish) to 86.1k?? LIKE HELL YA LETS GOOOOO WE'RE MAKING PROGRESS!!!!

(11:29) It's not, like, haha funny, but I find it so painfully hilarious that I keep going back and forth between writing like fun wholesome dirty mountain kids figuring out life creek and then like them literally DYING for each other with the most gut wrenching dialogue surrounding it all. My brain needs to be studied, I fear.

(3:28) I just spent like the last 30 minutes being a fucking lunatic BACK TO MORNING GLORY!!! We're at 87.1k ... Which like, honestly, for me on hiatus??? I'm kinda impressed. Kinda proud of myself. (Not to mention the other shit I wrote that is not Morning Glory today, because I did write some of the most gut wrenching shit for Revelations just because I felt like writing angst LMAO)

(5:14) I know I've said this before. And I'll probably say it a million times. Jack stands on business and it's so FUCKING FUNNY. Like 'killing him won't solve anything'

'yeah but it'll feel good!'

LIKE OKAY DAMN LMFAOOOO

(6:27) and tonight I shut down with 89.7k

Which like, holy shit, yippie. 4th of July is done, they're doing powerpoint night, and I am just that much closer to being done with summer.

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Touma Inumaru - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 2 - Where's my rice ball?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Touma Inumaru: Takanashi-san, thank you so much for waking me up at the TV station's cafe earlier! I totally dozed off!

Touma Inumaru: Thanks to you, I’ll be able to make it to my next appointment on time.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today. Utsugi-san told me he couldn't reach you, so when I saw you, I decided to call out to you…!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I was worried something might have happened, but I'm relieved you were just napping.

Touma Inumaru: Man, you really saved me!

Touma Inumaru: I was planning to message Utsugi-san saying I was taking a break at the cafe, but I fell asleep before I could.

Touma Inumaru: By the way, I was really out of it when you woke me up, wasn't I?!

Tsumugi Takanashi: You mean when you said, "Where's my rice ball?"

Touma Inumaru: Aargh— yes, that!

Tsumugi Takanashi: You said it the moment our eyes met, so it really surprised me! Lol

Touma Inumaru: Haru was making rice balls in my dream, but he only gave them to Mina and Tora, not a single one to me lolol

Tsumugi Takanashi: So that's what that was about!

Touma Inumaru: That's right lolol I was probably talking to the Haru in my dream when I said that lol

Touma Inumaru: Anyway, you really helped me out today, so let me thank you properly next time!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Oh, no, it was nothing! You looked tired, so please don’t push yourself too hard.

Touma Inumaru: It’s not exactly that; I’ve been trying to get up early in preparation for next week’s "Idol's Smile." I’ll have to wake up at 4 AM every day, so I wanted to get my body used to it.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Even for a 7 AM appearance, you'll still have to get in early for meetings and such, after all > <

Touma Inumaru: Exactly. Plus, I'm so nervous I might wake up even earlier lol. Which is why I can't afford to look sleepy in the morning.

Touma Inumaru: But yeah, I was so wide awake that I couldn't really sleep last night either.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I’m the same way before a big live show. I get so excited that I just can’t sleep...!

Touma Inumaru: Were you the type who couldn’t sleep the night before a school trip?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes > < I would go to bed early, but I just couldn't fall asleep…

Touma Inumaru: Same here! I'd get too excited thinking about what would be in my lunch or about the clothes I'd wear.

Touma Inumaru: I remember staying up late the night before a school trip in middle school. When I woke up, I realized I was 30 minutes late and jumped out of bed yelling, "Whaaaaa!" lol

Tsumugi Takanashi: That sounds terrifying!

Touma Inumaru: I was seriously panicking lolol I ran to the station and made it just in time, but I got onto the bus with a bedhead

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Touma Inumaru: I absolutely can't afford to be late for the show, so I really need to fix my sleep schedule.

Tsumugi Takanashi: With all your other work, it must be tough to adjust, but I’m cheering you on...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I heard from Utsugi-san that you also practice during your breaks from filming and lessons.

Touma Inumaru: Yeah! I’ve been practicing my smile and getting feedback from my members!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

1) What did Isumi-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He suggested I read the business section of the newspaper to prepare for any questions during the news segment, but it's filled with too many difficult kanji for me lol

2) What did Natsume-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He suggested I try to act like a cute, puppy-like guy to match the morning show's vibe. But I'm not sure I even come across as a puppy-like guy to begin with.

3) What did Mido-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He advised me to stay calm and speak slowly since I tend to talk fast when I'm nervous. It's true that clarity is important for morning shows!

Touma Inumaru: Basically, they said that being myself is the best approach.

Touma Inumaru: They said that if I just act naturally without overthinking, my good points will naturally shine through to the viewers.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I can tell that everyone in ŹOOĻ really trusts you, Inumaru-san…!

Touma Inumaru: It made me really happy too.

Touma Inumaru: It's a bit embarrassing, but I want to live up to their support and make this a success!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm even more excited for next week now!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 2.

[evilrat-sabre]

Welsknight Season 7, EP 1 and 2 a Rat's report

So I started watching Wels season 7 again for reasons™ and decided I should take notes, not only of what he does, but about things I observe around the server, so here is my trying to understand my own notes and sharing with y'all. Idk if I will do it again, but I had fun doing this.

Note: I did it again! NEXT

INSANE "Starter" House! | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 1

27:04 length, posted 23 may 2020. Watched 30 January 2023.

Wels starts the video referring to it as Season 6, he says that he just had a nap, and he is ready to go work in "projects"

He finds it weird that no one is online Cub enters the world and gets weirded out with Wels being on the word Wels talks with Cub in the nether hub -Wels calls Cub a vex and this makes me unreasonable happy -Wels refers to season 7 as "the future" He goes through a suspicious diamond portal and ends in Hermitcraft season 7

At season 7 Cub gives him some of Scar's crystals, He grabs two:

"Courage of the lion" and a "A gift of love", because I quote -Love is all you need-

Some time observation notes:

Grass and mycelium mix in the Shopping District, this is before the war.

I see a Mumbo for mayor map, I am still not sure what point in the mayoral election this is.

It's before the nether update: The button is alive.

I probably should mention he builds his starter base, it has a lovely colour pallet.

This is where my episode one notes ends, but I went a little bonkers with episode two notes,

Mines & Landscapes | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 2

26:15 length, posted 27 may 2020. Watched 30 January 2023.

He starts mining and talking about the burnout he was going through, apparently he took a 8 months break of minecraft, started streaming and swapped to a more general gaming content creation.

Personal note: This reminded me why I started watching Wels to begin with; the man was receiving awful comments, because of his lack of minecraft posting. I was new to the fandom and hadn't ever watched him before, when I got here he was already going with his now very familiar cycle of posting minecraft and vanishing for some time, maybe posting another game and maybe posting nothing for months. I will not lie, I started watching him of pure spite to the awful people that felt like it was a acceptable comportment to go to this guy's comment section and talk shit about how if he wasn't going to post he should get kicked out Hermitcraft. I said it at that time and I will always repeat: You are aren't entitled NOTHING, Wels and honestly any other youtuber, by default owns you nothing, and being a little hater will only ostracize you from other people from this community. aNYWAY; I got hooked in his Binding of Isaac series, and to today he is my favorite youtuber, and his videos -Minecraft or not- bring me great joy. Okay back to my report.

*Spams clicks his bed when the sun starts to go downs* "Bdubs isn't online, someone gotta fill up" Sir, just admit you have a sleeping problem /j

*Insert epic wither skeleton killing montage here*

The button is dead. Wels comment at seeing it dead: "The Gift machine is broken, good thing I didn't spend a long time camping, I could be hurt"

Wels starts going through the mayoral candidates and starts reasoning why he wouldn't vote to some of them

Mumbo: "I can't in good conscious support Mumbo, because I don't need a spoon" (Personal note: I was so amused I anoted the time stamp 07:15) Scar: Scar offered cats for everyone if he wins and I quote Wels "I don't even like cats" (Personal note: Even your favs can do wrong; sometimes living in denial and turning a blind eye for things is a good thing to do /hj) Doc: "I don't know, where I will even begin" (Personal note: "this green man was occupied having a child", Its a good start of a explanation and "He is a menace and a threat to society" is also a very reasonable one. Joe: "He isn't running for mayor" (Personal note: Yeah, he was running for something even better, the whole Dog catcher thing, may be one of the best things I ever saw in minecraft. "Create a problem that only you can solve, so now you hold political power over your fellow friends and coworkers") So this leaves Wels with two good option False and Stress, he can't really decide so he leaves his concrete vote in both of them. (Rat's reaction : Yesss, vote in our queens, oh brave knight!)

10/10 he would book again

Why is he killing the wither with a axe?? (I know why, but let me fins him weird)

He is doing his starter base interior; I am having House flipper flashbacks, at least it isn't grey.

No one sells feathers, Wels commits murder of the poultry category.

He send letters to his close neighbors, it starts with "Hidey-ho neighbor-" and I am smiling wide and losing my marbles.

Every neighbor receives two blue flowers, with exception of Jevin who receives two yellow ones (Persona note: I find this funny, because Jevin is the only one I am aware that blue is his favorite color)

Some time and world observation notes:

Barge was updated from Ep 1 to 2, Wels complimented it.

I just saw Grumbot- Oh god the shopping district was so ugly. (My actual live reaction)

This is the end of my report for now. God I am nostalgic, Season 7 was the season I got into Hermitcraft, and it fills me with joy seeing if from the pov of my favorite youtuber.

[jojikawa]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚

WICKED EYES

This is the interlude between Wicked Hearts and Wicked Eyes. You MUST read Wicked Hearts or else you will be spoiled while reading this short briefing of what happens to the reader.

Author's Note: This is a POC-friendly, self-indulgent dark romance with NSFW themes, descriptions of violence, gore, and unintentional but time-appropriate racism and sexism. The reader is canonically black but written in a way that those from all walks of life can enjoy.

Dividers

Read Wicked Hearts

You took a deep breath. Your eyes lingered around the room as you tried to figure out what words to say. The sofa beneath you was comforting—distracting almost. The silence of the room made you feel at ease enough to take a nap. “Erm. I…” You began. “I’m amazed at how much I’ve been able to do all of this time. I’ve met so many people and I’ve made so much music that I never thought people would enjoy.” A small smile graced your features. Your hands stayed folded on your lap as your gaze went towards the center of the ceiling above you. A voice invaded your ears.

“So, would you say that you’re grateful that Dio Brando turned you into a vampire?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the question. Your head snapped towards the voice, almost offended at the wording until you remembered that this was your therapist. You calmed down, frowning slightly before lowering your eyes to your lap. “N-No. I wouldn’t say I’m grateful, I’m just…” You trailed off. “I’ve just tried to look for the good in all of this.” You told the woman. She wore a lab coat that had the “Speedwagon Foundation” logo embroidered onto it. It’s been around 50 years since the last time you saw Dio. 50 years you’ve spent as a vampire too. You needed to take on different identities as a singer to get away with such a thing. Eventually, everyone would know something was wrong with you if you didn’t.

You accepted Erina’s request to come to New York and you’ve been here ever since. You couldn’t say it was too different from England. The people were still horrible towards you. You were always put down for being a woman and for that same reason, men believed they had a chance with you. 

And they didn’t like taking no for an answer.

What possessed a man to get violent when a woman rejects their advances? Only God knows.

“I see.” The female therapist sighed as she took notes of the things you were saying. “Do you hold any resentment for Dio or would all be forgiven at this point in time?” Her questions made you shake your head slightly. “He can’t be forgiven but I want to believe that he’s learned since then.”

“What about you? Would you be able to forgive yourself?”

“U-um. Yes. Maybe.”

You looked at the clock that had been ticking in the corner of the room. It was rather easy to tune it out. You’d been in there an hour already. It was time to go. The fabric of the sofa you were was audible as you stood. “I guess that’ll be all for today. I’ll see you here next week.” The therapist stood from her chair as well, closing her notepad and gathering your things. “Yeah.” You sighed before pursuing your lips. It’s really been so long and you’ve been mildly scarred from that night. Your immortality was a reminder of how powerless you truly were against him. No amount of fame or fortune you acquired from performing made you feel better after a while. 

Today was the day you would be traveling back to England to visit your mother’s resting place. It’s been a long time. Maybe 30 years? You couldn’t tell but you would probably be grateful to your mother until the end of time. She taught you so many valuable skills. It helped you figure out life so much faster. 

You visited your mother and wanted to stay there for a while before members of the Speedwagon Foundation came barging in to give you the phone. Someone was calling you?

You accepted the call to hear your great nephew, Joseph, on the other end of the line.

“Hello-“

“GREAT AUNT (Y/N)!!!” 

“J-Joseph? Why are you yelling? Is something wrong? I told you that I was leaving New York for personal-“

“I know, I know, I know but you won’t BELIEVE the trauma I had to endure just now, all for the sake of blah blah blah and then Straizo actually used the mask to turn HIMSELF into a vampire, blah blah blah”

As you took in the information, you didn’t know at all what to make of it. You knew Joseph wouldn’t like or be vile enough to play such a prank on you. 

“W-Wait, so you fought something called…Pillar Men? JoJo, I need you to slow down. You know what? I shouldn’t have left. I should have come with you on this little adventure of yours!”

“NO! NO!! The Pillar men EAT vampires. If they got to you Granny Erina would’ve been SO angry with me!” 

“Good heavens! Joseph, I truly don’t know what you’re on about but you have me worried, I’m coming home with the Speedwagon employees.”

The years went by so quickly after that. Joseph began to grow up. He married a girl he met on his adventure that sounded like make-believe. They had a cute little daughter named Holly, who seemed to gravitate toward Japanese culture. Shortly after that, Erina passed away. You attended her funeral with the rest of the family. She was the only thing keeping tied to this family for so long. You stuck around as a family friend but as time went on, the common knowledge of you being a vampire and your connections with Dio became less common. It was hidden from Holly.

Holly had a son as well. You didn’t take any time out to go and met him for the first time. So much more was going on in your life now. Your songs began playing on the radio, as singing had become your most successful career! The late 80s were such a dream. You had watched the world grow and evolve from what it used to be. You felt like…a princess. You were adored for your beauty and voice. 

During your performance for the night, it was interrupted by Speedwagon employees. This has never happened before. It must’ve been an emergency. Fans were outraged while others became sad. Why did their favorite singer get ushered off stage by a bunch of men in uniforms? This was the only time they could see you in person.

As you were being driven away, you had been informed of something…

Something you wouldn’t believe.

Something that you’d never hear in a million years.

There was a coffin found on a boat with a lot of dead men. It had “DIO” written above the latch. The men were drained in the same manner you saw Dio drain the woman in front of your eyes over a hundred years ago. 

If Dio was back, you needed to be as far away as possible. That’s why they sent the men to get you.

But it was too late.

Your scent was intoxicating to the vampire and he would rest at nothing to find you. The vehicle you were in was attacked and after that, there was nothing you could do for the men who were tasked with protecting you. Dio was much stronger than before and you couldn’t tell why. 

Dio only agreed not to kill more people if you came with him to Egypt.

Dio was alive and well. 

He never died.

[pocket-lad]

The Adelaide and Ian brain rot continuously ravages my thoughts (I am OBSESSED with these characters ❤️)

 Knowing that Ian’s house is located in Texas (a hub for severe storms), how would Adelaide react to tornado sirens or some other large weather event happening? To a borrower, it has to be terrifying to hear about/witness an unfamiliar storm that has even the beans panicking and running for shelter. Assuming that she probably didn’t grow up with these violent storms as normal occurrences (*cough* being trafficked to Texas *cough*), how would Ian go about dealing with the situation? 

I'm originally from the midwest, so I'm very familiar with midwest tornado culture and am therefore writing with that in mind. I can't imagine southern tornado culture is too different though. Thanks for the prompt!

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Adelaide repeatedly banged her head on the wall, willing the awful noise to go away. The loud siren woke her out of a deep, peaceful, perfect, much needed nap, and until it went away, there was little chance she would fall back asleep.

Every three or so minutes, relief came. The monotone, ear-piercing siren would cease, only to be restarted again 30 seconds later. Adelaide was no stranger to loud noise, and could typically sleep through anything, but this was just the right frequency to trigger some kind of sound-induced rage.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she wandered out of the walls to take her frustration out on something else. Maybe she’d push some things off Ian’s shelves.

“What……what are you doing?”

“I’m sick of this noise,” Adelaide complained as she leaned all her weight against a plastic cup that sat out on the counter. It slowly but surely inched toward the edge.

“Okay…,” Ian ambled over. He plucked the empty cup into the air, and Adelaide tumbled backwards from the sudden lack of something behind her. She stared straight up at him as she laid on the counter. “And you’re taking it out on my, um, dishware?”

“Yeah.”

“Great.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a cup.”

Adelaide rolled her eyes. “The noise.”

“A tornado siren.”

“Oh…Well can you turn it off?”

Ian laughed. “No, no, I’m not in charge of it. It’ll stop when there isn't a tornado warning anymore.”

Adelaide sat up and turned around to face him. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard this noise. It happened every so often over the years, especially in the spring, but now she finally had a way to figure out what it was. And the answer was…underwhelming.

“Can I at least see it?” Adelaide asked. She knew that a tornado was a kind of storm, and now she wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Ian clicked his tongue. “Probably - probably not the best idea, I’m afraid.”

Hmph.

Adelaide located her target across the way. Silently, she marched over to the sink and pulled out her hook. Ian watched with interest as she climbed up onto the window sill. She continued toward his basil plant and pressed her back against it, straining to push it toward the ledge.

Ian frowned. Her progress was slow, but unlike the cup, the pot would shatter if it fell. “You’re acting like a cat.”

Once again, he removed the object Adelaide was trying to push. This time when she fell, she fell right off the edge of the window sill. Anticipating all of this, Ian caught her and set her back up on her own two feet. Before she could scold him, he pointed out the window. “See that wind? Bad idea.”

Adelaide regarded the storm brewing outside, then spun around. “I don’t know when you’ll get it through your thick head that I’m gonna find a way to do anything and everything. The only reason I ask is because I know I’ll be safer with you. And like…I enjoy your company…or whatever.” Deciding that was too much, she backtracked. “But whatever, suit yourself.”

In a slow, exaggerated manner, Adelaide strolled toward her hook still hanging from the ledge, waiting for him to change his mind.

Ian rolled his eyes, then scooped her up. “Come on.”

“Ian, I swear to-” Adelaide cut herself off. She couldn’t let the indignity of being scooped off her feet get in the way of her victory.

By the time she righted herself, they were outside. She wasn’t sure what she expected. Ths sky was a sickly shade of green. The air was thick and heavy, making each breath laborious. Rain relentlessly pelted the ground. She could see the force of the wind from outside, but it just didn’t prepare her for what it would actually feel like.

Ian set her on his shoulder and told her to hang on, which she did right away, white-knuckling the leather on his jacket.

Her hair whipped around, but even though it was secured by an elastic, the thin hairs at the front of her head immediately came loose. She could feel her body sway back and forth, and her eyes watered if she opened them beyond a squint.

Yet this was all…normal. Trees were forced to bend at odd angles to the point where Adelaide was sure they’d snap, and Ian sat calmly on the front step, watching as if he did so every day.

“Wow,” was all she could think to say.

“Pretty neat, huh? Certainly not as bad as it could be, that’s...that's for sure.”

“It gets worse?!”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve seen uh, trees uprooted, roofs torn off, downed - downed power lines start fires. Current trajectory suggests that won’t happen tonight…though, it could all change in the blink - in the blink of an eye. Who knows,” Ian mused. He didn’t think much of it beyond that. Weather was unpredictable. Such was life.

Adelaide didn’t love this nonchalant attitude toward a storm that could tear roofs off houses. In fact, she could even see other Beans off in the distance casually sitting on their porches as well, watching the storm with the same detached interest. Frustrated, she tried in vain to push the hair out of her face for what felt like the three hundredth time.

A particular strong gust of wind caught her in the brief second she let go of Ian’s jacket. It punched her in the stomach and sent her flying backward. Almost in slow motion, Adelaide felt the fall. She reached for the fabric, she reached for anything, but it was just out of her grasp.

Of course, Ian felt the small weight leave his shoulder the moment it happened. His hand shot out, plowed into her, and wrapped around her. He brought her into his eyeline. “Let’s - let’s go inside.”

Adelaide wanted to protest. She was fine. Just a little fall. Nothing to be worried about. But she was worried and she did want to go inside. So instead, she said nothing.

Relatively speaking, the storm was mild. Ian had yet to see a funnel or anything slightly resembling one, and already the wind seemed to be dying down. The occasional debris flew through the sky, though it was nowhere near them. Unfortunately, mild wind to him was strong wind to Adelaide. And he knew she wouldn’t admit to feeling unsafe.

Once they were inside, Adelaide couldn’t help but ask, “We’re safe in here, right?” The storm was cool, but the notion that there was a natural force so powerful that it could throw grown humans into the air would not leave her head.

“Without a doubt.”

“You said they can literally destroy homes.”

“Yeah,” he paused to think. “But not this one.”

“You’re just lying to make me feel better.”

“Maybe.”

Adelaide could still hear the wind whipping outside, its high-pitched scream tearing through the air. She could still hear scattered objects being thrown about.

She allowed herself one last question. “Why would the Earth destroy itself like this?” If a tornado annihilated anything in its path, why would nature produce one? If it killed plants and animals and people, what benefit did that serve?

Ian hummed. What an interesting way to look at it. He had to think about his answer. “I don’t think the Earth operates on the same - on the same scale of thought as, um, we do.” He explained how tornados worked - the warm air meeting the cold fronts, etc etc. He explained why Texas had them more than other areas. He explained the unpredictability of weather and how that was one of the fundamental tenets of Chaos Theory. Always with the Chaos Theory.

The academic, detached nature of his ramblings calmed Adelaide down. She supposed it was harder to be frightened of something when the reasoning was so obvious, so ordinary.

A loud slam against the house made both of them jump.

Ian laughed it off, but Adelaide picked at her fingernails. “Do you have anything else I can push off your counter?” In that moment, she elected to ride out the storm outside the walls. Not that anything bad would happen, but…just in case.

Ian wordlessly pulled the plastic cup back out and set it next to her. He knew what she was getting at. It was the same old song and dance. She was nervous and she didn’t want to admit it. She wanted to stay out here with him but she didn’t want to admit it.

Normally, he’d tease her about it. But for now, Ian was feeling generous. And maybe his ego enjoyed the implication that she trusted him to get her through a storm. That in any weather, Adelaide would choose him.

[fandomcrazy6226]

Liveblogging Dracula Daily - May 7

Brought to you on May 8 and the sore throat I woke up with this morning. Today is our final tech rehearsal and we open tomorrow, running until Saturday. So I'll finally get some sleep on Sunday! Sad half of that is my boyfriend can only come to opening night this week cause he's leaving for a trip on Friday (he was originally coming to Friday so he cold tag along with the post-show diner trip)

But yeah yours truly woke up with a sore throat so I'm basically popping cough drops to try and deal with it. My guess is all the pollen finally got to me. Other guess is that I'm sick, but I'm actually not letting that one be right

Anyway enough of my personal life, let's get back to what you're all here for: vampire silly times featuring everyone's favorite solicitor!

Man I would love to sleep for hours and wake up of my own accord. I haven't really done that without something coming later in the day since... two saturdays ago? Too long

Ok so I know dinner is what they used to call lunch, and I'm guessing he means 5-6 pm. But that's still pretty darn late for a lunch. Also this poor guy really needed that nap, huh

Sidenote, the wolves and the lack of people is making me think of Beauty and the Beast and I know that's obviously a very different story but it'd be really funny if all the furniture just randomly came to life and started singing at Jonathan.

And a huge library too!

So he called Jonathan all the way here so he could have an English tutor? I feel like first of all there are better people for that and second he probably could've disclosed that information. Like that's not gonna give anything away I don't think

Huh. Blue flame treasure. Is that an actual superstition or is that just something he's saying to distract Jonathan? It's a cool explanation either way I guess

Mmmmmm. sharp teeth. Suspicious... (i say with a heart's fire full of dramatic irony)

Oh Jonathan's sleep schedule has gotta be so busted at this point (relatable)

I kinda want to build this house in Minecraft now. It sounds cool

Ok so he marked his house in the atlas, as well as... Jonathan's house, I'd guess? Don't know who/what the third marking might be though

Hmmm obedience trance. Buddy. Johnny. Go to sleep. Please.

Well that was fun. Expect the actual May 8 post in a few hours, probably around 10:30 (will write during my 3rd period class)

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[juicezone]

diap ask game !

1, 2, 5, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15? (that is. SO many feel free to leave any out sjdfklsdj)

Not too many i love talking abt these things (holds cooper and shakes them like a squeaky toy) The Thang

1: Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?) It's about 70% comfort, 30% necessity! It's more comfort than necessity now that Cooper's not usually being his own cg, but he's actually a bit more comfortable the actual usage of them now since he has someone to help w them. B4, when Cooper was mostly their own cg, whenever they would end up using them it would almost always pull them out bc they had to clean up + feeling embarrassed

Also lowkey tends to actually need-need them when puppy-mode! If Cooper's puppy-re, and not wearing a diap, keep an eye out for if they get squirmy bc that means the puppy gotta go

2: When did they start wearing diapers? Copper actually kinda stubbornly worked their way backwards! He literally used everything but diaps at first- even using smth like pads (which are NOT. designed for that type of use but it wasn't actually being used at that point) until he finally was like "god. okay fine." (coop was lowkey embarrassed abt how it helped keep his brain settled but now he's like *smacks ward upside the head w a diap* WEAR IT MORON <-in a supportive nice way)

5: What are their favorite patterns/designs? Pawprints,Bones, Dinosaurs, Green, (Plain) Purple ones, not really a fan of the more fem/girly designs! Would probably wear barney ones or smth (green + purple + dinosaurs)! Would rather plain coloured ones than patters they dont like tbh

9: What’s their Dream Diaper? Honestly, something just very comfortable to sleep in, since that's usually what they do when regressed! OR easy and quiet to move in, because Puppy-re Cooper is not a fan of crinkly-like noises. Definitely Dinosaur themed- maybe a package that had various dinosaurs for different diaps!

12: What scent of baby powder is their favorite? (or would be their favorite? feel free to make one up!) Honestly, if Cooper can get away w a non-scented one, he will use that! Also lowkey, Cooper will 9/10 prefer to do that on his own unless he's already very comfortable settled down! But if he's just getting settled, he usually does that part himself (he doesnt usually mind help getting dressed afterwards)

Puppy-Cooper will absolutely get it everywhere, do not let puppy-cooper near the powder <3

13: Have they ever had a daytime accident? Yeah, usually post-big naps or if Cooper's really settled down and teeny. He's getting better at letting Bones help him get cleaned up and changed, but 9/10 he has a hard time settling back down. Puppy-Cooper is more likely, esp if Puppy-Cooper is being sillaaay! If they're squirmy, like real squirmy, either get that puppy to a bathroom or diap him REAL fast. (Puppy Coop always gets so miserable about it ): )

14: Do they wet the bed? Sometimes, usually if they go to sleep regressed and wake up the next morning but forgot to put a little extra nighttime protection on! Especially if Cooper sleeps in. They're more of a morning-ish person, so if its past 10 am and Cooper's still in bed, there's gonna be a clean-up usually

15: Who changes them? (their cg? anyone who’s comfortable? only themself?) If Cooper's just settling into regressing, usually they'll get themself changed. If they're more or less already regressed, they don't mind Bones helping/changing them as much, but might be a bit moody (cranky baby bitey).

Puppy-Cooper is so squirmy abt it. there's a decently good chance that Bones will change him, and within the hour Cooper will be attempting to wiggle free (not. NAKEY but you know. commando in a onesie)

Cooper will absolutely not let anyone other than Bones help him. To him, at least Bones is a doctor so he's not exactly embarrassed abt bodily functions. Cooper will absolutely lock himself in the bathroom rather than let anyone else help him

[cainightfics]

hello! i think i remember you saying you have a degree in english (if i hallucinated this, please feel free to disregard this ask). this is probably a very silly question, but do you find what you learned from your degree to be helpful when writing fics? or is it mostly not applicable to what you write? anyway, i hope you're doing well! i really like your mr robot works! :)

yeah i do have an english degree!! wow i cant believe u remember that lol. to be honest im lazy as hell and really slacked off throughout my degree... like i read maybe half of the stuff i was assigned lmfao 💀 despite this i managed to get really good grades, graduate with honours, get into a top grad school etc. i was always wayyyy more interested in theory than in literature itself. honestly i think a lot of the "greatest books of all time" people usually mention are either straight up trash or at least overrated as hell. i didnt really learn much from them writing-wise.

the big thing that got me into writing was roleplaying, actually. i used to be in the homestuck fandom (lol) and i was on either msparp or cherubplay every fucking day from ages 13-16. i was addicted to roleplaying lol, i probably wrote like 3-5k words everyday back then. i started writing fanfic but not publishing it around that time as well, and then wrote my first berserk fics around 16-17, which is how i got started on ao3.

in middle school/most of high school, me and my best friend were NOTORIOUSLY the most lazy people in our grade. like she literally pretended to have a learning disability throughout all of elementary school because she didnt want to do any work lol. anyways, in high school, i would literally arrive at school, sleep through my first class, skip the rest of my classes until lunch by either hiding in the library reading fanfic/manga or (if it was warm enough) SLEEPING OUTSIDE ON THE FIELD LMFAOOO, go to lunch, go to my english class in the afternoon (only class i liked), and then spend the rest of the afternoon at starbucks on my laptop roleplaying. i think i had like 90 absences in my first semester of grade 9 lol. i really didnt take school seriously because i knew i could just study for 30 mins before a test and get an A, so my grades were always high anyway-- and then i let my friend (the aforementioned extremely lazy one) copy off me so she didnt flunk out of school.

anyway, in grade 10 the teachers started to get sick of my shit. by this point i was pretty brazen about how much i didnt give a shit about school-- i would bring a blanket to school to nap with, showed up to class drunk, sold cigarettes to people in the parking lot, all sorts of shit. one day i was sleeping in the library and i woke up to the principal standing over me telling me he needed to see me in his office. they basically gave me an ultimatum: either i got my shit together and started putting in effort, or they'd have to start giving me suspensions until i was eventually expelled. i really considered dropping out of highschool at this point. instead, i did all my remaining classes needed to graduate through this online course site-- i did about 2 years of school in 2 months lol. i applied to university on a whim and got in. i was 16 when i started university.

in uni, my schedule changed drastically, and i had less time to roleplay. this is when i started writing fanfics. im not sure if i have a "style" or anything really (maybe you could tell me if i do), but any skill i have with writing comes from those years of roleplaying + lots of fanfic reading. id say the only thing (writing-wise) i really learned from my degree is how to proofread for grammatical errors and what i DONT like/find to be lazy writing.

sorry lol i feel like i always do some bigass story about my life whenever i answer these lol. but thanks for the ask!

[limerentdeath]

Account of 5/3/24 Seattle.

(1/3) Me and my mom had gone to the venue at 1:30 and camped out in front. I talked to Greg once. Introduced him to Mom. He asked if I saw that cool picture of us with his hand on my head. Then he said he was really late for soundcheck and ran inside. Later on he saw me sitting there and ask if I’m OK. I asked him to sign my poster. He and goose signed it with a horrible pen. They were going to get food so they couldn’t talk long. Fast forward. First, I talked to goose outside. I told him it was my favorite show so far. He said this was my favorite too. Then we talked about Seattle a bit. He was nice. I talked to Greg next. His Uber driver was waiting for him so I didn’t get to talk to him very much. He briefly talked to my friend Nic, who is very shy. Greg said to me this was the best Seattle show he had done after I told him it was the best better lovers show so far. And the best Seattle show I’ve seen. He seemed very grateful and hugged me. At some point I think he apologized to my mom for the craziness of the show? Then he had to leave, but mentioned he was going to some place called the Jupiter. He hopped in the Uber and I said, I’ll see you tomorrow. He said bring me some blue drink I said “really?” and he said yeah. I went with mom to the Jupiter place. After maybe 30 minutes he showed up with Reba and his friend I guess? I think his name was Josh. I had thought I had seen that guy come in earlier but I wasn’t sure if it was him. I was eating pizza at the time, which I did because Greg wasn’t there yet when we got there. I knew he wouldn’t be. He had told us that he would be there in an hour but me and mom went right away. After pizza I went to go look at games and I saw a Greg and Reba and the guy who I call Josh. Greg was playing a Jurassic Park pinball machine. I hit him on the shoulder. He had a very delayed reaction but turned to look at me eventually. He looked shocked that I was there. He hugged me I think. I asked him if he saw the metallica pinball machine, he said yeah. We talked for a while. I told him there was an arcade like this in Tacoma and I had thought he was gonna go there after we talked at the Jerry show. He seemed to know what I was talking about. I told him my mom wanted to come to this show because I traumatized her by taking her to see Trace Amount once but now she’s ready for another screaming show. She wasn’t listening, she went somewhere. Later she asked him about his vocal technique and how he warms up. He said he doesn’t, you just have to keep doing it regularly. If you take a nap, so to speak, then it goes to shit. Meaning that if you don’t constantly use your voice, it won’t work. I think that’s what he said. He had to go get more quarters. So he left. Shortly after I followed because I needed quarters too. When I found the quarter machine he wasn’t there anymore. I can’t remember if this was immediately after but at some point Greg was at the bar with his friend and Reba. I didn’t wanna bother them so I played some pinball and stuff. Sat at a Pac-Man table near the bar where Greg was. So I could still see him, but I would be leaving him alone. Eventually the rest of the band showed up. I started to worry I’d miss my chance for a photo with him so I came up to him and asked for one. When I went up to him he was like are you guys leaving? As if it was too early for that. But I said no she just wants a picture. So she stood next to him and I was going to take the photo. But then Reba stood up and said that she would take it so I got in the picture too. She took a bunch of them. She was so nice. At some point my mom said something I couldn’t hear, but judging from the context, it was like that Reba had taken plenty of pictures and she could stop now so we don’t take up her time? and Reba was like “oh stop” and kept taking pictures. Or maybe my mom was worried that she would look bad in the picture? (Update: I think I made this up. Reba was probably telling Goose to stop doing metal horn bunny ears on Greg.) Reba was so nice.

[penofpenguin]

Ok umm I don’t know if you have requests open or not but can you do a epel x reader which epel got turned into a fox and have deal with a lot more of rook and vil so his only escape is with the reader?? and the reader couldn’t resist pampering him by petting him on the ears and tail??

STAN EPPY

ahem- yes!! That sounds so cute ^^

I definitely loved writing this because it's so fluffy...like...literally- So enjoy this one! ^^

Content Warnings: None

Epel gets turned into a fox and his s/o is having wayy too much fun with him.

Epel x GN!Reader

How did this even happen?

Epel was in one of his alchemy lessons and it wasn't a good idea bringing apple juice to the lesson. Instead of grabbing his apple juice, he grabbed a potion and drank it.

That was Jack's explanation to you, holding a small fox version of your beloved.

You were probably not listening because of how fluffy fox Epel looked and how his round eyes were just innocently blinking at you.

"Uh...y/n?"

"OH! Yeah sure Jack I'll take care of him!!"

Jack gave you the fox and left to his club activities. You just looked at Epel and Epel just looked at you.

"You wanna walk around a bit?" You asked, to which Epel nodded.

While you were walking around, the one person Epel didn't want to see popped up. Vil.

"Greetings potato. Have you by any chance seen Epel? He's supposed to meet me after his alchemy lesson."

Epel growled at him.

"N-not really. Maybe he's-"

"What is this creature doing here?! Is this even allowed???" Vil interrupted you, pointing to fox Epel.

"Ah...this...it's-"

"C'est Epel!" Rook exclaimed, popping out of a bush, giving you, Vil and Epel a slight scare.

"Rook...how many times must I tell you to not hide in bushes. Look your hair is messed up."

"My apologies Roi du Poison,"

Vil turned to Epel.

"Look here baby potato, I don't know how you got into this situation, but I need you to be at Pomefiore 4pm sharp. Understood?"

And with that, the third years walked away.

Epel gave you puppy eyes and nuzzled into your arms, as if he was begging you to not leave him in his dorm.

"Alright...I'll see what I can do..." You said, a defeated smile plastering on your face.

You decided to take him to your dorm, as he wouldn't attract attention there. He rested himself on your bed and was going to take a nap. It looked really cute so you just felt like pampering him.

You grabbed the fox and cuddled it into your arms.

"Why're you so fluffy and cute-"

The fox was startled by your sudden enthusiasm. He then felt smug about getting so much affection so he nuzzled you back.

Epel did feel slightly jealous that the amount of affection you gave this fox form was alot more than how much you give his normal form. But for now he's living the moment.

You pampered him for about 30 minutes now and he's loving it...but he kind of wants to go bite people who call him cute(you're an exception but don't use it often he'll be sad) and make the most of being a small but fierce animal.

He tries to move away from your embrace but you're too strong.

"C'monn, lemme pamper you a lil bit more~"

He gave up trying.

You felt so much comfort cuddling him that you fell asleep, holding him in your arms.

When you woke up from your nap, you found yourself laying on the human version of your boyfriend.

"Epel! When did you turn back?"

"When ya were asleep. Good morning~" He kissed your nose.

"I love any form of you I swear to the sevens." As you were about to get up, Epel pulled you into his embrace once more and trapped you in his arms.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked with a grin.

"I mean...I napped for an hour so..."

"What happened to all that lovin' n pettin' y'were doin' all that time back? Won't you do it again?" He teased.

"If you want to...I mean I prolly skipped a class."

"I'll come up with yer excuse. Just pamper me more." He rested his head onto your neck.

You smiled. He was so determined to get what he wants and it's something alot like a fox.

"Alright then,"

Meanwhile:

"It's 4:10...Where is Epel!?" Vil asked, unhappy.

"Maybe we shall spare him this time, Roi du Poison. Did you see how much love his round, fox eyes held when he looked at y/n? It was a pure sight!" Rook explained, making Vil roll his eyes.

"Just this once!"

I never really wrote for a character turning into an animal + I wrote this at 2a.m. so I'm sorry if it kinda came out weird. Hope you enjoyed it tho 💖

-Madeline🐧

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A Helping Hand - Part 11

[start here] || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12

[silco x f!reader] [2.8k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [rated M] [dom Silco] [unhealthy relationship to pain]

I should also thank @chickenparm and @sweatandwoe for letting me bounce ideas off of them constantly or straight up giving me ideas in conversation to morph into my own so: thank you! 😅 -verbs

Sevika is the one who ends up finding you. At least by the time she does you’ve gotten your shit together— haven’t even shed a single tear, so that’s good. Progress, in a way, compared to your last attack.

Your whole arm is reddened from the cold, though, after maybe ten minutes of running water sliding down your arm, chilling the whole thing and cooling your blood.

Her face is unusually unreadable. Generally, she’s pretty expressive with her surface-level annoyance or smugness or even boredom. The fact that she seems to be none of those things might be a bad sign.

“Wasting water,” she mutters, turning off the tap and grabbing a towel.

When you don’t take it from her, she lets out a long breath as she towels your arm dry. You are painfully aware of a complete lack of contact, the towel always staying a trusty barrier between skin.

You really fucking need a hug.

But at least your breath is even and calm, and you’re functioning. And you can continue functioning without any contact whatsoever. You certainly aren’t about to ask her.

“You ran out?” she asks.

Your eyes feel too dry, a sort of stinging, like they’ve been open too long. Probably have, as you stared at the water and counted your breaths. You make the tiniest shrug with one arm. Not exactly. Kind of. Basically.

“You ran out. On Silco.” The emphasis, along with her purposeful eye contact, chips at your numb exterior.

…Oh.

Oh shit.

“He was talking with Jinx, I didn’t— I felt— out of place,” you manage, hoarsely. Your throat still has that stab of pain that usually precedes tears.

Sevika’s brows furrow, but it doesn’t look like anger. It’s hard to read her expression. Not as sharp as her standard look of irritation, but not soft, either, and not the reluctant amusement of earlier in the afternoon. You’re not sure what it is.

“How long’s it been since you ate?”

“Uh…” You try to calculate. “I dunno. Fifteen? Sixteen hours?”

“Okay so that’s one. What about a shower?”

You’d purposefully avoided it last night, to avoid succumbing to some very bad ideas, thinking you might get one this morning once your blood had cooled— but then the painkillers had happened. Avoiding Sevika’s eyes guiltily, you mumble, “Night before last.”

“Two, then. What about sleep. How much sleep have you gotten?”

You can’t even calculate. “I dunno, left by 2:30, went to sleep by 3:30-4 probably. Woke up in pain, took drugs, passed out. No clue on the timeframe.”

“So maybe you also need a nap.”

You shake your head, confused. “Sorry, what is this about?”

“Feeling human.”

It’s a sad sad thing that the only concept crawling through your mind is your lack of human connection. Human touch.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” Sevika observes, pulling a face. You’re not about to argue that, even if it’s insulting. “Yeah, you need like… a day off.”

“I don’t get days off. I have to test.” 5:00 every evening.

The older woman shakes her head. “Your job is literally paper pushing,” she points out flatly. “You don’t have to be here. Silco wants you out of trouble, being productive, but that doesn’t mean you have to be here.”

What? “What does that mean?”

“It means my first month and half without an arm I barely left my bed.”

It’s unexpected honesty, delivered plainly, without preamble or guilt. You aren’t sure how to respond. It sounds about even with where you were in the weeks after the amputation: only leaving for the required meetings with the Doctor, barely eating, mostly sleeping, not bathing nearly enough because you didn’t like rubbing yourself down with a wet cloth and one hand.

“You shouldn’t be locked in your place all day. It’s fucking depressing.”

Why is she telling you this? It feels so personal, even if she isn’t acting like it. She doesn’t have the same stilted gruffness or begrudging attitude she had during your first panic attack. Maybe it simply doesn’t hold the same personal weight.

“That’s a move he got right, at least.”

He— Silco. Right. He’s the one who had you assigned to work at the Drop right away. Was it a choice based on Sevika’s experience? Or his own?

Both.

You can only speculate.

“Look.” Sevika clasps her hand on your shoulder, and the contact steals your breath.

That yearning is back, the craving to throw yourself at someone and cling. Your muscles freeze, keeping you still, avoiding that mortifying prospect.

“Head home. Take a night. Wash yourself off, do your laundry, clean your apartment. Get your life together a bit. Just tell Silco— you realized you forgot to feed your cat or something.”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“Yeah: you didn’t feed it and it died; it’s just a reason to leave, kid.”

“I’m—”

“Same difference.” She doesn’t even let you argue the age point again. A heavy sigh wooshes out of her. “Look, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a mess. It’s pretty damn obvious. So go home and get your shit together. Take your meds on a schedule, reorganize, start caring again.”

Your expression is dull. You just aren’t sure you can right now.

Sevika grumbles. “Fuck— okay, then just do three tonight. Eat, shower, sleep. And meds. You can come grovel tomorrow morning.”

Three things. That’s doable.

—

You only got two of the three done. Two and a half, kinda. Showered, and slept. Also, sent your laundry out. And took your meds before sleep.

It was a start, at least.

In the morning your stomach feels hollow, head aching, and the morning painkillers don’t help as much as they should. It’s on the way to work that you realize how every meal you’ve had in the last few days has been at The Last Drop. Frequently, directly ordered by your boss.

The same one who told you to take your medication before work.

The same one who has given you a schedule to keep that forces you to leave your house for a minimum of six hours a day, and be in a building that’s almost always bustling with activity, rarely solitary.

The one who’s personally overseeing your recovery, pushing you through your discomfort and forcing you to use the tool you’re so scared of— the tool that is meant to make your life easier— the tool that he gave you.

Your cheeks burn, gut a roiling mess of feelings you can’t untangle, but a primary one is definitely shame. The simplest thing to blame it on is your own bad behavior. Rushing out of his office, for what? Because he was having a conversation with his surrogate daughter? Because you had to witness the horror of two people hugging? What’s wrong with you?

You woke up early, as Sevika suggested. Actually, you woke up before your alarm, which was a relief, and gave you time to at least attempt to pull yourself together for the day. Wearing one of your new bras with a front clasp that you could watch as you did it up - thank the goddess, no more thin undershirts - and real clothes with actual buttons you had to fasten yourself, is a step up from the simple clothes of the last few days.

Showing a little effort, as a form of apology.

You get in earlier than usual, steel yourself, and head straight for Silco’s office for the suggested groveling.

Not only does your knock garner no response; the door is locked and no security is in the hall. He’s not in, apparently. And here you thought he basically lived here.

After a time pacing in the hall, worrying your thumb in your fist, chewing at your lip, you feel your stomach rumble. Grimacing, you try to ignore it. You’ve had plenty of hunger pains in your life, especially while your parents were sick and money was sparse; this is nothing new. You can handle it. You just need to stick around until—

The click of a door opening down the hall makes your head snap up.

His steps hardly falter when he spots you, even while a subtle scowl weighs on his features as he approaches. His gaze darts past you, to the stairs, to the bar below, as if expecting a guard that isn’t there.

“I wanted to apologize,” you blurt, hand grabbing your prosthetic’s wrist in a vise grip, trying to stay composed. “I shouldn’t have-”

The hellfire eye flashes at you, and that will has you in a metaphorical chokehold, voice snuffed out. He doesn’t seem to mind not hearing your whole apology right away; instead, his focus is on unlocking his office door.

Fucking hells, you feel pathetic. Practically crumpling in on yourself, utterly cowed by just a harsh look. You worry your lip between your teeth until you taste blood, eyes fixed on the ground. A hollow trembling hums under your skin.

Once the door is open, Silco steps back and gestures you through.

Fuck fuck fuck he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna rip it off. You weren’t grateful enough, you’re too erratic, he’ll take the hand back and leave you coming to terms all over again. Your teeth bruise flesh with how hard you’re biting, trying to keep your breath even.

You’re just overreacting. This will be fine.

This will not be fine.

There’s no chair in front of Silco’s desk at the moment. At the back of your mind you wonder if the seat you take every evening is set there by him, or by some underling. Since it isn’t there, you hesitate awkwardly where it normally would be. Everything seems a little unsteady, so you bite harder and hold tighter.

Silco’s steps behind you are slow. Even. Purposeful. Letting you hear each and every one.

“You were apologizing,” he reminds you, voice a low rumble. “Begging my forgiveness, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of chilly sarcasm to it as he slides to sit on the edge of his desk, nimble fingers drumming against the corner, somehow still lording over you even if you’re not in your usual seated position.

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out of you, gaze boring into the ground, but catching motion at the edge of your vision. “I didn’t mean to-”

Everything stops as his thumb brushes your lip.

Legs wobble and you lock your knees to keep still as your eyes zip straight up to his, a magnetic pull you can’t ignore. You can barely breathe. A feather-light touch of contact connects a single digit to your chin, keeping your face steady, but he’s watching his own finger as he thumbs at your lip. The calloused pad of his thumb is eerily soft, tugging your lip down to observe the subtle self-inflicted wound.

He says your name— as if you were somehow supposed to keep talking through this. It takes a great deal of self-control to not whimper. Your face is rapidly turning red. “Why the sudden exit?” he prompts, brushing your lip again.

You can’t think with his hand on you. So you say the first thing that comes to mind, voice ragged. “Had to feed my cat.”

You only realize your gaze has drifted to his mouth when you see his lip twitch in a badly-hidden smirk. “You don’t have a cat,” he murmurs, smugly.

Very hard not to whimper. “I don’t have a cat,” you agree, barely breathing the confession, hyper aware of the way his thumb is smoothing across your lip. Your expression is pleading, but you’re not sure if you’re praying he’ll stop or continue. Whatever it is you want, you want it desperately.

His words are smooth and smoky, in that voice that slithers around your throat. “The truth, if you please.” He hasn’t let go of you. He hasn’t touched you more, either, just the barest hint of contact at your chin and your lip, and it’s driving you absolutely mad.

Closing your eyes to think helps the slightest bit. Maybe. (If you’re kind of lying to yourself.) You feel shame saying it, but it has to be said. “I felt— It felt private. I didn’t want to int-”

His hand cups your cheek, deft fingertips sliding almost into your hair.

Your legs give out.

Mortified, you’re left on your knees in front of his desk, head spinning and face burning. Wide-eyed, you stare at the floor for a hot second, feeling like an absolute idiot. No fucking fair, when your body betrays you like that. You’re breathing heavily, pulse racing from the sudden fall.

There’s a beat of anxiety-drenched silence.

When you finally look up - some part of you maybe, possibly, dreading Silco’s response - you find him staring down that long nose at you, and the look in his eye makes every inch of you shiver. The pale eye is darker than usual, lid low, and you can’t tell if he’s angry or—

The idea flits through your head, too loud, ringing in your ears: he almost looks hungry.

Inevitably your nerve runs out and you drop your gaze to his collar, only to realize his breath is almost as labored as yours, despite how still his body perches. His throat bobs and your gaze flicks up at the minuscule motion as his jaw flexes.

Your own lips part slightly, a tiny breath pressed out of your chest, and you look down again, shaking your head like you can clear the fog that seems to have invaded. A cramp in your side belies the meals you’ve skipped, and you wince. When you look up again, his chin has lifted, gaze cooled, lips thinned. Whatever you thought you saw is gone.

“Something the matter?” The purr has evaporated from his voice, but his tone is still low, still spoken for an audience of one.

You shake your head, looking away, rolling your shoulders and trying to relieve the massive weight of tension stored there. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies generally are given when one has done something wrong,” he points out, dryly. After a pause, he adds; “Have you done something wrong?”

That’s a confusing question. Because— no? But also yes. You’re not quite sure what constitutes wrong in this situation. You’re not quite sure what he’s asking about.

—And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re still kneeling before him.

When you look up, his brow is raised expectantly.

“I—” I don’t think so. Your gaping mouth snaps shut. “No.” That feels like an answer. Not sure how accurate it is, though.

Especially based on the way Silco’s head tilts slightly, silently admonishing you.

“Maybe?” you amend, uncertain.

His hand reaches out and you suck in a breath as he makes firmer contact, pressing his thumb to your broken lip pointedly, no longer gentle. “You remember what I told you?”

Something about you being his investment. Something about keeping things in good condition. Something about— “Consequences,” you breathe quietly, lips moving against his thumb. You are painfully aware of your body’s response to him. The way your skin feels taut and tingly, and achingly remembers your pale imitation of his touch.

There’s a moment. Looking up at him, letting him touch you, feeling a growing heat pooling in your belly.

Then, like he’s just been woken up, he breaks eye contact and releases his grip, taking in one long breath as he stands, heading back around to his side of the desk.

Your stomach growls. “Sh-” The air hisses out of you in one quiet moment, like you can tell your body to shut up, pressing a palm to your abdomen as your ears burn. You rush to stand now that he’s given you space to do so, and the sudden change in altitude makes you unsteady, grabbing the edge of his desk for support.

You expect him to admonish you. List your consequences, your fines. Instead, his eye narrows at your pale-knuckled grip on the wood.

“Did you sleep last night?”

“Yes.”

There’s a brief spark in his gaze before it’s extinguished, facade still cool and even-keeled. “Enough?”

That’s an awkward question. You wonder if Sevika informed him of her advice to you. “Yes.” Early to bed and early to rise.

“And eat?”

You hesitate, threatening your stomach to stay quiet, dammit. You can’t answer without lying.

There’s a beleaguered sigh, more melodramatic than entirely necessary. “I do hope you aren’t going to tell me your last meal was our dinner together.”

‘Our dinner together.’ For some reason, your gut does a backflip. “No.” It’s a stubborn answer, defensive.

Silco looks up at you, clearly waiting for you to give a satisfactory response.

The back of your neck itches, and your gaze skirts sideways, adding, in a mumble, “Like seven hours later.”

The short breath is back. The laugh that isn’t a laugh. “A fitting punishment, then,” he muses ruefully.

Okay, you’re a little confused. “To not eat?”

His amusement is clear. “You’ll be eating.” Sounds like a threat. “I think I have just the thing, in fact.”

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[cahmilo]

3AM Shenanigans ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x reader

genre: crack, fluff

word count: 3k

tags: energetic and caffeinated reader, kind of ooc carlos, established relationship, modern au, texting fic, cursing, not proofread

summary: after downing a cup of coffee at midnight, you found it hard to fall back asleep. while bothering your boyfriend, you didn't expect a surprise visit from him at 3AM in the morning.

[repost] short drabble-ish based from this incorrect quote

11:59.

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"FUCK YEAH!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Jumping out of your chair, you immediately broke in to a physical explosion of body shaking and jumping to non-existent music. 

Having successfully passed an assignment a minute before it's due? It's practically your talent at this point. Kind of unhealthy, but you loved the rush and pressure more than crunching it a day before with absolutely 0 ideas on mind. And this, this literature review? 

It's definitely bad.

But at least it's done.

"Now what the fuck am I gonna do with this?" You asked yourself, holding your now half-empty cup of coffee. You underestimated the amount you needed and you were stuck with two options. If you left it out, it will go bad. if you drank it now, oh boy you're gonna have the sugar spike of your life. But what's life without a little goof in them?

Taking a big sip, you downed the sweet mocha caramel oreo java chip honey with 2 shots frappucino and whatever the heck more sugar-containing liquid you had asked for. 

Putting it back and getting ready for the night, you settled in your bed and cuddled yourself with your boyfriend's hoodie and resisting the urge to annoy him late at night by sending random TikToks that you found on your For You page. Looking back at the clock which was now 12:30, you turned of all gadgets and lights and hoped to go to sleep as you closed your eyes. 

━

1:30 AM. 

Your eyes were still as wide as an owls and you're starting to regret the last sip of your too sweet caffeinated drink because you can't even take a small nap. So much time has passed and there was still no sign of the sandman bringing you to dreamland. 

Having found no use of waiting to go to sleep, you muttered a curse as you grabbed your phone and hovered over Carlos' text messages. You contemplated bothering your boyfriend with your 1AM antics, but then realized that he wouldn't be bothered since he has his phone on DND at night. 

You: sent a link. 

You: was watching tiktoks and this dog reminds me of you 

You: fooken emo hair

You: bEcAusE ToNoIgHT wILL bE tHe nOiGhT tHaT i WilL fAhL foR yEww

You: i can probably spam you as much as i want since you said you had your phone on mute

You: sent a link. 

You: DUCKS ARE WATERPROOF. turns out they have this fur that makes them waterproof

You: just like dandelions

You: if i were to duct tape a duck with dandelions would that make them extra waterproof

You: lmfao duct tape

You: duck tape

You: IM CRYINGG DKHKJGH

Carlos: what the hell is wrong with you

You: oh hi amor

You: why you up so early

Carlos: ?? the question is why aren't you asleep so early

You: I can't sleep

Carlos: did you watch those horror cases again

You: NO

You: i finished my essay and i couldnt sleep because of the coffee

You: -welp i kinda did watch a horror documentary before that but its not that scary

You: okay fine i cant sleep im both caffeinated and terrified the tiktok i saw before the duck one had a scary jumpscare

Carlos: lmfao pussy ass

You: STOP IM NOT

Carlos: if u say so

You:.... 

You: i still cant sleep :<

Carlos: is that my problem

You: no

You: yk what im just gonna watch some tiktoks... ure obliged to open all of them in the morning

You: sent a link.

You: sent a link.

You: sent a link.

You: LOOK AT THIS ONE. BLACKPINK JENNIE FANCAM SHES SO FINE

You: would you be okay if i leave you for jennie

You: she kinda has a better ass

You: and i've seen you sway yours its not really the best ngl

You: sent a link.

You: sent a link.︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

You: WHAT THE FUCK

You: SOMEONES AT MY DOOR

You: THEYRE KNOCKING

You: ITS PROBABLY SOME DRUNK DUDE THAT WANDERED IN MY HALLWAYS

You: OR A MURDERER

You: Carlos save me my knight in shining armor

You: THE KNOCKS ARE GETTING LOUDER

You: its probably a ghost or a monster im not having this rn

Carlos: why don't u let it in

You: THATS TERRIBLE ADVICE

Carlos: you wouldn't know unless u find out

You: and if its a murderer and i die, you won't have a lover anymore

Carlos: i can always find someone else

You: ?????!$?$?$ YOURE AWFUL

Carlos: just open the goddamn door idiot

Carlos: its cold out here

ㅡ

"Oh!" You jumped onto bed and immediately dashed through the door after reading his last texts. Carefully, you twisted the knob and opened it slightly, looking at the gap to see who it is. When you saw the love your life in his maroon hoodie and black pajamas, you instantly opened the door wide and jumped to his arms. Carlos almost stumbled but he managed to catch you as he put his arms under your thighs. 

"Jeez you're more energetic than I thought" Carlos mumbled in your embrace.

"How did you get here so fast?! You live on the other building!" You asked, finally letting go from the hug as you cupped his face and showered him with kisses. Carlos being used to your chaotic energy only giggled as he pushed you inside and locked the door.

"I snuck out. The dorm security guard had to go to the restroom so I ran out when he left" He said while walking to the kitchen island and placing a plastic bag on top of it. Like a lost puppy, you trailed along and followed him. "You owe me shit for making me come here at 2 in the morning."

"I didn't force you to come here"

"You brought it upon yourself when you texted, now" He smirked as he opened the plastic bag and grabbed something "-wanna have ramen?" 

You furrowed your eyebrows. "at 2AM?" 

Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "You're supposed to say yes, but I'll make it anyway. I was starving so I stopped by the convenience store before I came here" 

"Oooh did you stop by for-"

"Yes I brought you banana milk" 

"YAY" You jumped to his arms and gave him a big bear hug. Carlos in return, squeezed you so tight you almost couldn't breathe. He loves spoiling you so much because your smile always manages to make him lose his cool demeanor. You were the cutest sight he has ever seen and if it meant sacrificing his beauty sleep for this early in the morning, he would never want to think twice in sleeping ever again. 

━

"How long is this going to take?" You asked, spinning around the chair on the edge of the kitchen island. In front of you was Carlos who was busy making the ramen and opening the powder packets.

"The water literally just boiled" He explained while checking the pot of water. Putting the noodles in the pot, he hummed a song to pass the time. "Now we wait for 3 minutes" 

"Wait!" You jumped from the chair and dashed to the stereo. "Do you know what makes the wait more fun?"

Carlos peeked from afar, having unsure feelings about your devilish grin which he definitely knows you have something planned. "What?" 

"DANCE CONTEST!" You yelled, playing your favorite dance song as it echoes through the speakers. 

"Oh God, I just escaped this song from Camilo only to hear you play it on loud speakers." He facepalmed but then grew into a fit of laughter when you suddenly danced to the choreography in the empty space in front of him. 

"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed in between laughter. It was definitely not the same dance his twin was doing from before. While he cracked an egg to be placed in the soup, you continued dancing in your pajamas. As soon as he finished and let the meal sit, he gave in danced along with you in the chorus with more minimal movements compared to yours who was all over the place. 

"I knew you couldn't resist my favorite artists, you're such a fan" You pointed out while he rolled his eyes. 

"Shut up" He grumbled. 

━

Oh crap. It was already 3AM and you were blasting music on loud speakers for the entire building to hear. 

After getting second complaints from Carlos who was afraid of getting caught, your dance session ended abruptly as you two got ready to finally eat the ramen he prepared. 

"You're a good cook" You commented on his cooking, glancing at your now empty bowl. 

"It's an instant noodle pack, idiot" Carlos replied. "Everyone can do it."

You scoffed at his last comment and mocked him. "But you didn't let me do it. 'mI amOr LeT mE MaKe ThE rAmEn InsTeaD'" 

Carlos stood up from the chair and walked behind you, leaving you confused. Suddenly, he pulled you to a back hug and put his chin on your shoulders, flustering you. He grabbed your hands and put them in front of your face. 

"You see these hands?" You nodded as he continued. "These are the hands that passed a week old paper 2 minutes before the deadline. These are the hands that downed an entire cup of coffee at midnight. These are the hands that played that loud ass song on blast at 3AM in the morning, possibly calling for danger if I didn't ask you to turn it off. Now, can you give me a logical explanation as to why I would let the same hands operate open fire on a stove at 3 in the morning?"

You pursed your lips and squinted your eyes, humming and playing along acting like you were thinking of an answer. Your so-called 'train of thought' was interrupted when Carlos squished your cheeks and groaned while shaking you. Pushing his hand away, you crossed your eyebrows at him. 

"Your cuteness aggression is so fucking weird, you have a face of murder but your actions say otherwise. Like when you squished my sister's kitten with a sinister face" You picked up your bowl before he took it away from you immediately making you complain "Hey-" 

"Couldn't resist it when you look like an idiot" He cupped your cheeks again. "My idiot." He lightly kissed your nose and pulled away, grabbing the rest of the silverware. "Also, I'm not letting you touch the plates, I'm washing them." 

"Eh, less work for me thanks wifey"

"Don't call me that"

"Sorry wifey" 

━

3:00 AM...

"Okay I'm not gonna lie but that was fun" Carlos muttered out of breath as he pulled away from you while panting. "Just never ask me to do that again"

You guys were learning this dance challenge with Carlos and after your many attempts of begging, he just gave in. Tonight's challenge was the viral domino dance and although Carlos wouldn't want to admit, he was kinda having fun. 

"Learned from the best dancer I've known" You proudly said while gulping a glass of water as you re-watched the recorded video.

"That's the Carlos Madrigal effect" 

"No I was talking about Camilo" 

Carlos gave you a sour face while you laughed at him. Putting the video on your drafts, you looked up at him while he was wiping his sweaty forehead. 

"Now what?" You asked him.

"I'm just trying so hard not to throw up the ramen right now."

You laughed at your boyfriend who was still trying to catch his breath. "Okay fine, no more dancing. Wanna watch a movie?" 

"I have a better idea"

"What is it?" You asked him.

"Sleep. We sleep, Y/N."

"Oh" 

━

You didn't know how it ended up like this, but now you're lying on the bed cuddling with your boyfriend in animal onesies. Apparently when he went to the convenience store, Carlos also passed by a few outfits in the clothes part of the store and found the onesies. He bought you a sugar glider onesie while he got himself a panda one. 

After a night of energy and too much activity, you were finally happy you were getting sleepy. Maybe the coffee has worn off, or maybe it was because of the MSG from the ramen. One thing is for sure though, this was the highlight of the night. Lying on Carlos' chest while his hand plays with your hair and your legs are tangled together. 

"Amor," You called out to him, face still buried in his chest. You felt a vibration as he hummed in response. 

"Thank you for coming here for me" 

It wasn't much to say, but it felt enough for both of you. You and Carlos had just been in an official relationship for 2 months and you never felt even more happier as time goes by. But while still being early in the relationship, no one has dropped the "I love you" phrase yet, and although it took longer, it felt somehow right. It wasn't easy for you to openly display affection to each other and you both understood that.

It takes time, love takes time. The "I love you" can come later. You weren't rushing. For both of you, it's an important phrase and neither of you were ready just yet. BUT, you already felt the comfort of those words although not directly, just through Carlos' gestures that made you feel loved and cared for. Just like tonight.

"Don't thank me, mi vida. I would gladly spend any second of my time to be with you" Carlos muttered against the crown of your head, twirling and combing your hair with his fingers. That was his I love you. His quality time, his words of affirmation, his acts of service, those were his 'i love yous'.

And yours? It's a little difficult to tell from someone else but for Carlos, he definitely gets to experience your I love yous. Your constant snuggling, your shameless personality, your tears, your physical touch, your words of affirmation, all of those things were the ones only Carlos has seen and you meant to keep it that way.

"And uhm- sorry if I'm kind of a pain in the ass sometimes"

Carlos clicked his tongue. "Look at me" He grabbed your shoulders, causing you to pull yourself off and he cupped your face for you to face him. "You're not a pain in the ass okay? And you're never a handful. I like being around with you, you're like my happy pill. The sun to my moon."

His words never fail to make you smile in awe. Sometimes it makes you even tear up in joy and he urges you not to cry by saying even more sweet words that just makes you cry even harder. You're very lucky to have this man and he's very lucky to land someone like you. 

With an aww, you further snuggled into him, diving into the crook of his neck while he giggles at you. Holding you even tighter, you suddenly remembered one of the videos you were meant to send to him before his knocks scared you. 

"Oh wait, I forgot I was supposed to send you something" You pulled away and sat up on your bed, reaching for the phone by the bedside table. Carlos remained snuggled in your bedsheets, waiting for you to finish.

"This video I saw, wait I'll send it to you." You trailed off, busy scrolling through your phone. 

You were about to put it down until you heard a loud ding that startled you. You looked back to the beside table to see Carlos' phone shine brightly on.

"Amor, was that my notif?" You asked and glanced at Carlos who had a shy grin in his face. 

"Uhm, yea"

"But I thought you always have your phone on silent because it annoys you?" You put the phone back and went back to snuggle in his arms. 

"Technically it is, I just set it up so that the do not disturb option doesn't apply to you." Carlos said truthfully, intentionally hiding his face in your hair but you were smart enough to pull away and cup his face instead. 

"So you mean, the entire time I wasn't on silent for you?" 

He looked away and nodded.

"So, the whole time I was spamming your messages because I thought you were on silent, was actually not and you were hearing all those dings per second?" 

Carlos muttered under his breath. "I don't mind though" 

"Oh my god" You said as you let go of his face and dug back to his chest. "So I really did wake you up in the middle of the night" 

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows the moment he heard a guilt tone in your voice. "Hey." He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. 

"I had it set for a reason okay? I never want to miss your messages and I hate it when you're mixed with other of my notifications. It's not your fault and I don't mind if you wake up or spam me or shit" 

"Awww" You cooed and gave him a light peck on the lips. "You love me so much" 

"Tch. I'm being nice here, appreciate it"

"I do! Next time you're officially invited for my next 3AM bullshit. Only you have an infinite invite" You said as you observe the big smile that he has. His eyes glimmering with pure bliss that made you fall deeper. 

"I accept. For tomorrow, I'm planning the activities. Ones that don't involve loud TikTok dancing" 

You hummed and nodded in response, giving him yet another peck in the lips making him laugh as if hes entranced in the sight of you completely drunk on each others love. 

"Thank you mi amor"

Funny how the lazy, barely moving Carlos Madrigal seemed to enjoy staying up late with you. Whether it would be dancing, singing, eating, or even playing video games. He would sacrifice his beauty sleep if it meant seeing you have the time of your life, it was worth it. Fuck sleep, you were worth it.

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