#dice for dummies

[lessamao]

I started a tutorial series for dice making! You’ll be able to find it here

[xyleiploxx]

THE CELL OF LABYRINTH.

As you no clip or got teleported out of nowhere, where the world is full of abstracted, twisted things that doesn't make sense. But your not alone as there is a monster that is lurking in the darkness and stalking you, putting a innocent mask to hide their evil intentions. But do not worry there's someone who can rescue you from the monster so they will be no problem right? Wrong as soon they send you to their trapped you got tricked and got send into bars that you will stay in the cell working all your blood and sweat until you on your breaking point, forever.

You are expendable, your not expected to be returned.

[studiesinpolterghost]

i painted a dice tray for my upcoming campaign! next week i’ll post the final product :D

[sodapop--stims]

Solace

for anon (crash test dummies, angels, black + yellow)

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[mddlbro]

Dice tightens his grip on the bowl as Ramuda speaks, the words cutting deeper than he lets on. A knot of frustration and sadness twists in his chest, but he swallows it down, focusing on keeping his expression neutral. He takes a steadying breath, trying to push the emotions away as he turns his attention to Ramuda.

"Done already?" he asks softly, his voice more gentle than usual. He sets Ramuda's bowl down on the coffee table, then shifts his focus to his own cold takeout. The food might have cooled, but he takes his time, savoring each bite as a way to calm his mind.

"You did well finishing your food," Dice adds, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he glances at Ramuda. "Feeling better?" He studies Ramuda's face, hoping to see some sign of ease, even just a little.

Dice takes another bite, the breaded pork cutlet cold against his tongue, but it's almost comforting. He listens to Ramuda's steady breathing beside him, the rhythm grounding him, despite the storm of thoughts swirling in his head. For once, he's not really hungry for food. What he truly wants is to take away all of Ramuda's pain.

"Hey," he says after a moment, offering a bite of his own meal. "Want some? It's cold, but tasty."

His smile is small but sincere, hoping to bring some comfort and coax more of those precious smiles from Ramuda that he's missed so much.

"I'll be done in a sec," Dice continues, his voice quieter now. "Then we can go to bed." He leans back, trying to relax, though there's a tightness in his chest that won't go away. The weight of Ramuda's vulnerability pulls at him more than he's willing to admit.

"Also... You're human enough," Dice says, his voice low but steady. "I know you said you're just one of many clones, but that's not how it is. You're not like them. Not even close." His gaze shifts down to the food, before lifting back to meet Ramuda's eyes. "You have feelings. You love.. You get angry, and sad. You feel sympathy.. That's, like, all of what being human is, we just feel.. a lot of things. So don't say you aren't anymore." Technically, Ramuda might not be human, but the way he feels pain and love, the way his heart beats—who could say he isn't human when he carries that with him?

Feeling his stomach twist a little, Ramuda sadly managed to pick up on the anger. Those little twitches, and that burning fury in his eyes. It made him wonder if his own eyes were as revealing, if that is why the scientists always focused on him, just to see the fear and desperation in his eyes. Maybe just mentioning it was likely worse than he imagined was too much info, at least if that buried rage was anything to go by.

''It's fine, I'm not upset cause you mentioned it. It kinda...brings itself up almost every night anyways, so I'm used to it.''

The reason he rarely slept on his own. If he didn't get blackout drunk, or tired himself to the point of passing out, he knew he would have nightmares. Hoping the breakdown had exhausted him enough to give him a dreamless night, he didn't exactly want to wake up screaming and panicked with Dice right there. He already felt like too much of a burden already, and didn't want to add to it as he still feared being abandoned for it. As much as he wanted to trust his posse, those fears were far too beaten into his mind to be easily forgotten.

Slowly filling up bit by bit, when his stomach got too full he just shifted a little. Resting properly against Dice, listening to his heartbeat, it was so very soothing. All that warmth, the comfort, he almost fell asleep right then and there. He kept himself awake though, those bright blue eyes looking up at Dice as he spoke. It was odd for him to be this serious, likely what kept Ramuda feeling so uneasy. But it also made him happy to hear all those things, finally managing a smile.

''That's why I love you! I know you're gonna keep me safe, you and Gentaro. I love you both lots, cause you make me feel human.''

[nuelles]

Ring Light, Ring Finger

A month after secretly eloping with Spencer Agnew, you're back to 'normal' life at Smosh - only for you to forget to take off your rings, and fans instantly zoom in. Let the teasing from your fellow Smosh fam, the edits from fans, and overall chaos begin.

Spencer Agnew x F!Reader ft. Smosh Cast

tried to keep it gender neutral, but the bonus scene has a photo with a female presenting human.

warnings: fluff, romance, crack, secret relationship, smosh chaos, eloping, not proofread

wc: according to Google Docs 3k

author's note: nothing to do with my other series, this is a stand-alone :) what game are they playing no clue! Also, creds to @cafekitsune for the star divider/banner

It started with a ring.

Two, technically.

Yours–sleek, minimal, and gleaming beneath the studio lights.

And his plain silver, always partially hidden by his hoodie sleeve.

The studio was buzzing with familiar energy, soft banter, and dice clattering across the table, as someone had already accused Angela of cheating, probably with good reason. Being back with the Smosh Games crew felt like slipping into your favorite hoodie: comfortable, cozy, and just chaotic enough to keep you on your toes.

Your first filming day back, and they'd thrown you right into Board AF. Of course. No warmup. No easing in. Just instant conflict, weird rules, and loud accusations wrapped in plastic game boxes.

It felt good.

Except for the very real, very shiny ring on your left hand.

You had meant to take it off that morning. Swore up and down you wouldn't forget. You and Spencer had even gone shopping for a nice ring box where the ring would live when you two went to work. Every morning, you told yourself, "Left hand, dummy," as you would walk past your mirror, the shiny sparkle catching your eye.

But then Spencer, distracted you wandering into the shared bathroom, hair a mess, asking if you slept well and wanted to grab breakfast before heading to the studio together.

And you forgot just like that.

So now, there it was, the physical embodiment of a very recent Vegas wedding. One month ago to the day. Not even thirty full days since you said "I do" in front of an LED sign that read 'Til Death' and promised to love each other forever in front of a guy named Dennis, who was dressed as Elvis, and who also charged by the hour.

And you were wearing the proof of it.

On camera.

In 4k.

Next to the very man you married, who was currently trying to hide his matching ring beneath the sleeve of his hoodie, like that was going to fool the internet.

"Okay," Damien said, dramatically flicking the dice into the center of the board, "I'm just gonna say it, if Spencer wins again, I'm quitting the channel."

"You said that last time," Spencer chuckled, leaning back lazily in his seat. "You were back the next day."

"Don't challenge me, I've got dignity!"

Angela leaned in, "He really doesn't."

You smiled, trying not to look suspicious. Your hand itched to hide the ring, but moving it would draw more attention. Next to you, Angela was squinting at the rules like they were written in ancient Greek. "Okay, wait, so if I land here, I lose a coin unless I shout the name of a vegetable in under two seconds?"

Alex Tran, joked from offscreen, "Welcome to Board AF!"

You and Spencer shared a subtle look. Just a flicker of amused eyes, like a secret passed under the table.

It had only been a month, and you still felt like you were learning how to wear the title of spouse. It wasn't weird, but it was tender. A new kind of closeness. A little thrilling. A little terrifying.

And very, very private.

"Y/N" Angela asked, nudging you with her elbow, "you with us or are you calculating your next betrayal?"

"Huh?" You were startled back into reality, "Oh. Sorry. Betrayal, obviously."

"Hell yeah," Damien nodded. "Marriage material, honestly."

Spencer coughed, badly hiding a laugh.

Your face flushed. He looked away.

No one noticed. But the camera was still rolling.

And when you reached across the table to grab a game piece, your hand, your left hand landed perfectly in frame. The studio lights caught the ring just right, making it sparkle like a flare gun into the sky.

You didn't notice the slip.

Neither did the crew.

But the fans would.

The video had barely been up for twelve hours.

At first, it seemed like a normal upload day. Comments rolled in as usual, people yelling about dice rolls, calling Angela a menace, asking why Damien was so competitive over board games that made no sense.

Until one comment changed everything.

@smosh_xoxo: "Wait....is that a ring on Y/N's finger??? 👀💍"

It had five likes at first. Then twenty. Then two thousand.

And finally came the edits.

🎥 TikTok by @detectivestans4life Caption: “They thought we wouldn’t notice 😏” Audio: The “They don’t know” meme song Footage: A slowed-down clip of you reaching for the game piece. Zoomed. Cropped. Circled in red. Frame freeze. Cut to: Spencer, arms crossed, hoodie sleeve slipping just enough to expose his ring.

The comment section? A minefield of spiraling.

@spencersbajaqueen: “STOP. PAUSE. ENHANCE. HE’S WEARING ONE TOO. THIS ISN’T A DRILL.” @y/nstansince2019: “We’ve officially entered the soft launch apocalypse.” @smoshwitnessprotection: “So what I’m hearing is… they got MARRIED and thought we wouldn’t notice?? Oh, honey.”

Someone had found screengrabs of previous videos where Spencer was looking at you with loving eyes, how he laughed just a little harder when your turn on TNTL was up, and last but not least, the matching rings.

Someone else zoomed into your tagged photos and noticed a matching band on your left hand at a coffee shop in Silver Lake. One week post-wedding.

A third person posted a TikTok with side-by-side screenshots of every shared glance, subtle smile, and awkward shoulder brush between you and Spencer from past Smosh videos.

Other fans jumped in with unsettling speed and spreadsheet-level efficiency:

Timeline screenshots of Spencer and you both “going offline” a month ago for three days.

An old tweet of yours: “brb, making a questionable but romantic decision 👀”

A photo of a Vegas sign from Spencer’s private Instagram story (how they got it, you were clueless) that was posted exactly four weeks ago.

A blurry mirror selfie where a silver band could maybe, possibly, definitely be seen on your finger.

@gayforthechaos: “So let me get this straight… they ELOPED A MONTH AGO and have been lying to our faces ever since???”

@fbiwifeysquad: “They didn’t soft launch. They whispered it under their breath and hoped we’d never hear it.”

@spencersbajaqueen: “The ‘just married’ glow is literally in their faces. Look at how Y/N is smiling. LOOK AT HOW SPENCER LOOKS AT THEM. I'M IN SHAMBLES.”

The term #smoshwedding began trending by midnight. Followed by the theories of said wedding.

Had you eloped in Vegas? Was Courtney the maid of honor and just playing dumb? Did Shayne officiate while dressed as The Chosen?

And still, you and Spencer stayed silent.

No posts. No clarifications. No “haha guys calm down.”

Just... quiet.

Which only made it worse.

@softmarriedenergy: “THE WEDDING WAS A MONTH AGO?? ARE THEY STILL IN THE HONEYMOON PHASE RIGHT NOW??”

@smoshdramaqueen: “I’m not okay. I feel like I just found out my best friend got married and didn’t invite me even though I live in their phone.”

Some fans cried. Some made fan edits. Some were dangerously close to organizing a digital reception with a shared Spotify playlist titled “Songs They Definitely Slow Danced To in Vegas”.

The internet was losing its collective mind.

And back at the Smosh Studio?

None of the team had noticed. Not yet.

But the group chat was starting to buzz.

And Courtney Miller was about to open their TikTok For You Page.

Which meant the countdown to total chaos... had officially begun.

It started, as most Smosh-related meltdowns did, in the studio break room.

Courtney was sitting cross-legged on the couch, eating cold leftover pad thai straight from the container. Shayne sat across from them with a LaCroix in one hand and his phone in the other, doom-scrolling with the focus of a man trying to avoid responsibility.

“Did we ever figure out if Damien cheated last video?” Courtney asked, casually twirling noodles with their fork.

“Statistically speaking, yes,” Shayne said, without looking up.

He paused mid-scroll. Blinked.

Then sat up straighter.

“Wait… what the hell is going on in the comments?”

Courtney’s head tilted like a curious golden retriever. “On what?”

“Board AF. People are losing it. Half the comments aren’t even about the game. They’re like... zooming in on hands or something?”

Courtney opened YouTube.

Found the video.

Scrolled.

Froze.

“Is [Y/N] wearing a ring???”“Wait. Spencer has one too. Y���ALL.” “SOFT LAUNCH MARRIAGE DETECTED.”

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Then lunged.

Two taps and she was on TikTok. Their For You Page? A crime scene.

🎥 @chaoswithintent: “Evidence that Y/N and Spencer got married a month ago and thought we wouldn’t notice.”

The video played—slowed-down footage of [Y/N]’s hand on the game table. Zoomed in. Circled. Sparkling. Cut to Spencer adjusting his hoodie, the ring on his finger peeking out for exactly 0.4 seconds.

Courtney shrieked like she’d just seen Bigfoot propose to Mothman.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“What?” Shayne asked, eyes wide.

“THEY’RE MARRIED!”

Shayne nearly dropped his LaCroix. “WHO’S MARRIED?!”

“Y/N AND SPENCER!”

“WHAT??”

Courtney thrust their phone in his face. “LOOK. ZOOM. FREAK OUT WITH ME.”

He stared at the screen. Watched the edit. Looked like he was trying to compute calculus while on fire.

“No. No. They wouldn’t-” “They DID.” “They’ve only been back for ONE VIDEO.” “AND THEY GOT CAUGHT IN IT.” “THE WEDDING WAS A MONTH AGO???”

A silence fell between them.

Then

“I feel betrayed,” Shayne whispered dramatically. “I thought we were friends.”

Courtney placed a hand over their heart. “I swear to god, if Elvis officiated and we weren’t invited...”

They stared at each other.

Then, at the same time:

“GROUP CHAT. NOW.”

📲 Group Chat: “Smosh Chaos Line 🔥”

Court: EXPLAIN YOURSELVES RIGHT NOW 👀💍👀💍👀💍👀💍👀💍

Shayne: We saw the ring. We saw HIS ring. Y’ALL GOT MARRIED???

Damien: wait WAIT are we yelling?

Amanda: I leave the chat alone for two hours and come back to a full wedding scandal??

Alex T.: I TOLD you they were acting weird. I SAID it.

You and Spencer didn’t even make it past the front door.

One second, you were walking into the Smosh studio like everything was normal—the two of you sipping iced coffee like you hadn’t just become the Internet’s newest married couple overnight.

The next?

Courtney and Shayne were standing in the entryway with the kind of energy usually reserved for dramatic courtroom reveals and surprise baby announcements on soap operas.

Courtney was holding her phone like evidence.

Shayne had a whiteboard that said “EXPLAIN YOURSELVES” in neon pink Expo marker.

“Oh no,” Spencer muttered under his breath.

“Oh YES,” Courtney snapped, marching toward you. “You thought you could soft launch an entire marriage and we wouldn’t notice?!”

“Soft?” Shayne repeated, scandalized. “This wasn’t a soft launch. This was a whispered launch. This was a secret side quest with no map!”

Spencer raised a brow. “Aren’t you the same person who hard-launched your relationship on Instagram.”

“That’s not the point!” Courtney barked. “The point is YOU GOT MARRIED.”

You blinked. “Okay, technically…we got married a month ago.”

“A month,” Shayne repeated, as if that was somehow worse.

“That’s thirty days of keeping the secret,” Courtney added.

“Thirty days of lies. Betrayal. DECEPTION.”

You raised your hands defensively. “We weren’t trying to deceive anyone. We just…didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“Then why did you do it in LAS VEGAS?”

“Because it was cheap,” Spencer said.

“AND ROMANTIC,” you added quickly.

Damien wandered in holding a bag of chips. “So wait. This is real? I thought this was just another weird fan theory.”

Shayne whipped around. “LOOK AT THEIR FACES.”

Courtney waved their phone again. “LOOK AT THE RINGS. LOOK AT THE GLINT.”

Spencer sighed and lifted his left hand.

The ring gleamed under the overhead light.

Courtney made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a victorious war cry.

Alex appeared from the hallway with a clipboard. “So are we filming the Q&A today or tomorrow? Because I’ve already booked the couch, prepped the mics, and made a slideshow titled ‘Love and Lies: A Smosh Games Retrospective’.”

You groaned.

Shayne was still spiraling. “I just… I made so many jokes about you two being married over the years. I didn’t realize I was prophesying.”

Courtney smacked his arm. “We ALL made those jokes. THEY WERE DROPPING HINTS.”

Spencer tilted his head. “Were we?”

You elbowed him. “You literally tweeted ‘marriage is cool if it’s with someone who makes you laugh during dentist appointments.’ Two weeks ago.”

Damien squinted. “Wait. Is that about the time y’all disappeared from the group chat for three days and said you were ‘redecorating a closet’?”

Courtney gasped. “THE CLOSET WAS A METAPHOR?!”

Spencer sighed. “We went to Vegas. We got married. We had tacos. Elvis said we looked like trouble. It was great.”

The room went still.

Courtney blinked. “...You had tacos at your wedding?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Carne asada. And Baja Blast.”

Shayne clutched his chest. “You didn’t even invite me to the Baja Blast wedding?”

Damien snorted. “Alright. This calls for full content chaos. Mic’d up. Fan questions. No script. And we need a post-ceremony reenactment. Shayne’s officiating.”

Matt was already scribbling notes. “We’ll drop it next Friday. ‘Smosh Games Reacts to a Secret Marriage.’ It’ll trend. I want glitter. Maybe a cheap veil.”

Spencer looked at you, then looked around at your friends,these completely unhinged, overreacting, wonderful, weirdos, and sighed with a tiny smile.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But I’m not wearing a tux t-shirt again.”

The camera blinked red. The room buzzed. You could practically taste the drama in the air.

Courtney sat in the center like a talk show host who’d been personally wronged. Shayne flanked her, whiteboard in hand. Damien had cue cards. Amanda and Angela had popcorn. Alex was in the back with a clipboard and a fire extinguisher for "just in case."

You and Spencer?

Sitting on the infamous white couch, holding hands like two kids about to be grilled by divorced parents who teamed up for once.

“Welcome back to the channel, where today we’re confronting two of our coworkers who LIED to us for an ENTIRE MONTH.” Courtney's cheerful but menacing voice started the video.

“That’s right. A whole marriage. Hidden. In PLAIN SIGHT.” Pouting beside his wife was Shayne, fake crying with a box of tissues next to him.

"Let’s begin the trauma bonding," Damien slapped the cards against his lap as his mischievous smile grew.

[ROUND 1 – FAN QUESTIONS]

“@chaoscakes says: ‘Who proposed, and was food involved?’” Courtney read off the first cue card.

“Spencer did. Outside a Taco Bell. At like, 3AM.” You smiled sweetly, remembering it fondly.

“In my defense, it was romantic. And the moon was out.”

Shayne scoffed, “What did you say? ‘Marry me before the nachos get cold?’”

Deadpan Spencer explained “Actually: ‘If I’m gonna do this dumb life thing, I wanna do it with you.’”

Cue the collective 'aww' from the cast and crew behind the camera who had gathered to watch.

Damien read off the next question “Next: ‘Did you elope in Vegas or did you black out and wake up married?’”

"Both." Responding at the same time, a chuckle rippled through the crowd again.

“Look, there was an Elvis impersonator, a vending machine that dispensed White Claw, and we just went with the vibes.” Spencer explained.

Finally, Shayne's turn came, he read the card to himself first and nodded along like he agreed with the question “@bajablastbabes asks: ‘Why didn’t you tell us?!’”

“We wanted something just ours. Quiet. Simple.” You softly explained wanting to let everyone, fans and friends alike, know that it wasn't personal, just a decision to stay in your married bubble for a little longer before having to be swept up in the chaos.

“Also, we knew you’d react like… this.” Spencer gestured to the three, specifically Courtney and Shayne. Damien really was just there for shits and giggles.

"Valid." Courtney shrugged it off.

[ROUND 2 – SMOSH QUESTIONS]

The cameras turned to the group watching them. Amanda stood up, but not before passing the half-eaten popcorn to Angela. “What was your first fight as a married couple?”

“He ordered pineapple on pizza. In front of me. Shamelessly.” And as if remembering that disparging event, you scooted away from him. Spencer gasped, pointing his finger at yo,u “You left the cap off the toothpaste. Again.”

“Divorce is sounding real mutual right now.” Damien chuckled as he looked at the way you both jokingly had your backs turned away from each other.

Next was Ian, who had congratulated you both before the shoot began, “Did you cry during the ceremony?”

"I cried," You admitted going back to your original sitting position.

“I cried harder,” Spencer admitted on camera. You both smiled softly at each other before grabbing each other's hands. The group once again awed at the display.

“You would.” Shayne agreed with his friend, whom he was no longer feeling betrayed by.

Courtney shook her head before sitting up straighter like she was getting ready for something big. You were worried about what she would ask. Nothing too bad, right?

“Okay, final question—do you take each other all over again in front of us, your ridiculous chosen family?”

You both laughed.

But the laughter soon ceased as Shayne pulled out two blindfolds from behind his back. An evil smile was proudly displayed on his face.

They had changed the set. In like, two minutes.

There were streamers duct-taped to the walls. Someone (probably the art department) set up an arch made from unused lighting stands and plastic ivy. A speaker played the Wii Mii Channel theme softly in the background.

Courtney had changed into a faux priest outfit made of a curtain, sunglasses, and righteous vengeance.

“If Elvis could do it, so can I.” Courtney grinned at the camera. Both of you were still stunned by the display.

“I’m your flower boy.” Shayne giggled from behind the camera, throwing cheetos like rose petals as he made his way down the make-shift aisle.

“They grow up so fast.” Damien was putting the tissue box Shayne was previously using as a prop to good use.

You and Spencer stood under the arch, rings still on, grinning helplessly.

“Do you, Spencer Agnew, take Y/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedded co-chaos gremlin, partner in crime, and best friend who tolerates your caffeine habits?” putting on a more 'serious' and 'officiant' voice.

“I do.” His smile brought the stars to shame, you thought.

“And do you, [Y/N], take Spencer, knowing full well he once drank expired soda and said ‘it builds character’?” She looked at you, knowing very well you couldn't take it back even if you wanted to.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, “Unfortunately, yes. I do.”

“Then by the power vested in me by YouTube, a borrowed ring light, and the comments section… I now re-declare you married as hell. You may high-five your husband.”

You and Spencer high-fived. Then kissed anyway.

The team cheered. Confetti poppers went off way too close to your ears. A cake was brought in, shaped like a dice with “You Rolled a Nat 20 on Marriage” written in icing.

The whole cast gathered around the cake, screaming laughing, while Spencer smashes frosting into your face and you try to stab him with a plastic fork. The caption fades in:

“They got married. The internet found out. We made it weird.” #SmoshStyleWedding 💍✨🎲

Bonus Scene:

The day after the video went live, the Smosh YouTube channel was still on fire.

The comments were a mix of screaming, crying, begging to be invited to the real honeymoon, and at least twelve conspiracy theories about what else the cast was hiding.

You woke up in bed, half-buried under a blanket, with your phone buzzing non-stop. Spencer lay beside you, one arm draped lazily across your waist as he scrolled through the chaos.

“I feel like people think the glitter wedding was the real one,” you murmured.

He blinked. “We literally got married by Elvis with a chihuahua in the background. I don’t think anything we do can be taken seriously.”

You snorted. “Should we… I don’t know… post something real? Like a photo?”

Spencer looked at you, head tilted.

Then he grinned.

“Yeah. But I’m doing it my way.”

@spenceragnew One month ago, we said ‘I do’ with churro dust on our hands and soda in our veins. It was the best impulse decision I’ve ever made. Love you, wife. 💍💙 #ActualWedding #NotAFakeSketchThisTime #BajaBlastForLife

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Just thinking about Sevika subconsciously playing with your tits wherever you go. Like, you're even used to it too at some point, like even you don't even realize she's playing with your tits, and she doesn't too, it just becomes part of you now. Laying down top of her? She's playing with your tits, while watching you scroll through your phone. Walking down the street? Her hand is already in your shirt, while her poncho is half draped over you.

There are even times you're already asleep, but she can't, so she'll nuzzle her face in your chest, so when you wake up, and ask her what's wrong, she answers she can't sleep. It's almost like an instict at this point to lift up your shirt, and put your boob in her mouth. She smiles, and sucks them until she falls asleep.

Cooking? She'll come up behind you, smack your ass, kiss the side of your neck, and then play with your tits. You notice, of course, but you just carry on with your cooking, until you forget she's there.

So while you're chopping onions, she starts sniffling a bit behind you, and you realize she's still playing with them. "Sevi, get out of there! Your eyes!" You put the chopping board away, wash your hands, and you wipe your own tears. Both of you become teary eyed idiots, that can barely open their eyes. After awhile, you start laughing at the poor teary eyed big baby next to you, trying to wipe her tears away. "Why were you even there? You know I was chopping onions!" You laugh, while you tease her. She "tsk"ed, and pouted at you.

You giggle at your big dummy girlfriend, and came up to her. She had a peramanent pout now, and you can't help but coo at your cute girlfriend. You wipe her tears away, and kiss her nose. "I hate onions." She states, and you giggle some more. "Aww, baby~ I'm sorry, I forgot you were there" You coo, and match her pout. She just looked away, but you cup her face, and wipe some of her tears off with your thumb, as you kiss her forehead.

"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" You ask her. She immedietly flashes you with a smug smile, as she looks up and down at your eyes, and your chest. You playfully roll your eyes, and scoff at her. You get back to what you were chopping, and Sevika pouts again. "You can have dessert later~" You tease her, as you get the knife, to start dicing your onions again.

Until you're surprised to feel Sevika grab your waist again, and your vision gets darker. "Babe? What are you doing?" You say, as you put the knife down again. She put sunglasses on the both of you, as her hands crawl back in your shirt, with a huge grin. "No, no, keep going. I wanna 'watch' you cook." She says, looking at the onion again, and back at you.

You both looked so dumb, wearing sun glasses in the house, with her hand making your boobs jiggle. You both giggle at each other, and her lips captures yours. You pull back, and roll your eyes, and get back to chopping, with a soft smile. "You big dumb dumb" you tease, and she just laughs, and kisses your shoulder.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I don't know where I was going with this at first, and then I started playing with my tits to get an idea, and then came up with this. Hope you like it!

[angelfleurry]

Hii! Could you write the "falling asleep on them" prompt with Kaito, Kokichi, and Kiibo?

I know some people have asked for this before with other characters but you write this prompt so well, I love reading the little reactions + gestures they do <3

Falling Asleep On Kaito, Kokichi and Kiibo!:

Awh, Anon! Thank you!! I really hope I’ve done okay on this one then!

~~

꒰ა Kaito Momota: ໒꒱

♡ You were both out stargazing one night, a regular way you spent your late evenings.

♡ You and Kaito often stargazed at the end of the week, sometimes earlier should the sky be clear or the galaxies more confident, but today was a Friday, and you were honestly rather tired from the busy week you’d had.

♡ The various peaceful factors around probably didn’t help either.

♡ You had Kaito beside you, an arm of his wrapped around you, both sharing his jacket.

♡ Couple that with the gentle silence alongside the peaceful sky, and you had yourself the perfect sleepy time atmosphere.

♡ So, naturally, you started to drift off, leaning right into Kaito as you did so.

♡ He was about to explain part of the constellations that towered above you both, something he often liked to do no matter how many times you’d seen it, when he felt your head lean against him.

♡ He kept talking for a minute or so, oblivious to the fact you were asleep, before your prolonged silence began to confuse him.

♡ He glanced down, about to playfully prod at you, before realising you were asleep.

♡ “Oh.” was the verbal response he made, an amused smile on his face.

♡ Kaito gazed down at your sleeping form for a while, entirely enamoured, before wrapping his jacket so it was more comfortably blanketing you.

♡ He took a moment, face warm. It always made him feel some wholesome type of way when he saw you in his jacket, and he was never quite sure how to word why.

♡ It was most likely a mix of his favourite things; you, his jacket, and the galaxy around.

♡ With a now familiar fuzziness in his chest, Kaito wasted no time in pressing a kiss atop of your head.

♡ Slowly, his lips parted from your head, but his arm still holding you close.

♡ He spent the rest of that time staring up at the sky, looking down to admire and check upon you every so often.

♡ He’d wake you up at some point, but not now.

♡ You needed sleep, he could tell.

♡ “Sleep good, my shining star.”

꒰ა Kokichi Ouma: ໒꒱

♡ Kokichi’s reaction depends entirely on how long he’s been with you for.

♡ If you’re early into the relationship, I personally feel like he wouldn’t let it slide.

♡ He’d play it off as a joke though, kicking or nudging you off of him alongside taunting you as you awake, possibly just allowing you to fall onto the floor.

♡ “I’m not a pillow, dummy!” he tells you, doing that cheekily stupid laugh of his, “Maybe you should go to bed earlier. I’m the supreme overlord of chaos so I can handle late nights, but clearly you can’t.~”

♡ But, if you’ve been together for a longer period of time, and that foundation of trust has been firmly established, he’s more lenient of it.

♡ Doesn’t know what to do with himself though.

♡ The minute he feels you lean against him, he freezes.

♡ He’s not totally uncomfortable, more so just completely clueless on what to feel, or what to do.

♡ There’s a part of him that wants to enjoy it, that does enjoy it, but then there’s also a part of him that’s just very confused.

♡ He ends up just sitting there for a few moments, staring straight ahead.

♡ Once he’s grounded himself into reality again, he lets out a long sigh; one he wasn’t aware he’d been building up.

♡ With one hand, he’ll reach for something to occupy himself with, such as his phone, or his scarf, maybe a random pair of dice he just so happens to have on him, just something.

♡ With the other hand, he’ll stiffly pat your head.

♡ He finds relaxation after a moment, awkward tension slowly leaving his body.

♡ His head pats are more gentle now.

♡ Give him another moment, and he’ll pull you just slightly closer.

♡ “If you snore, I’m so gonna kick you awake.” he tells you, fully aware that you’re not going to respond.

♡ Does he though?

♡ I don’t think he does, not at all.

♡ Teases you relentlessly when you wake up though.

♡ Has probably got a photo or two of you sleeping.

♡ One of them is most definitely cursed whilst the other is the most angelic, lovingly captured image known to man.

♡ He probably hasn’t shown you the second one though, that’s too sappy!!

꒰ა Kiibo: ໒꒱

♡ System error!!

♡ Any form of physical contact always surprises Kiibo, giving him a very brief system crash, before he recovers.

♡ So, when you fall asleep on him, he’s probably going to be flustered, no matter how many times you’ve done this.

♡ Kiibo’s still adjusting to the whole concept of being in love.

♡ There’s so many things he didn’t realise were just as intense as other people and pieces of media made it seem.

♡ And, whenever you give him any physical contact, the butterflies are THERE.

♡ Sometimes he gets annoyed, because these butterflies make him so giddy, so nervous, that he doesn’t feel he acts as smoothly as he wishes he could.

♡ Why did he have to be programmed so realistically?

♡ Although, the more he ponders on it, he’s glad.

♡ After all, the whole feeling of being in love with you is amazing.

♡ He doesn’t want to go back to a time where he was never introduced to such a feeling.

♡ So, he tries to just accept the butterflies, no matter how frustrating they are.

♡ Now, what he does next depends entirely on his confidence levels that day.

♡ If he’s feeling a little shy, the most he’ll do is pat your head, or wrap an arm around you.

♡ If he’s feeling a little more confident, he’ll gently pull you into his chest, holding you close, but not close enough that you can’t breathe.

♡ He’ll stroke your back, rubbing soft circles over and over.

♡ He can only smile amidst his flustered blush as he rests his chin on top of your head.

♡ Even if he doesn’t do that, he’ll just observe you for a while.

♡ “You’re so wonderful,” he’ll whisper, trembling a little.

♡ Seriously, why was he programmed so realistically?

♡ He shakes his head, remembering the joy these feelings gave him.

♡ “I love you so much, S/O,” he’ll continue, electricity jolting within him, “I hope your dreams are pleasant.”

[atlasthegreatest]

Boardwalks and Confessions / Sophia Laforteza x Male Reader

During a late-night Monopoly game, Sophia and her childhood best friend— Y/n accidentally confess their feelings for each other, turning years of friendship into the start of something more.

Warnings: None. Childhood friends to lovers. Fluff.

Word count: 1184

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

It was almost 2:43 a.m., and the living room floor looked like a Monopoly battlefield—fake money scattered, hotels abandoned mid-strategy, snacks slowly dwindling as the hours ticked by. The soft hum of lo-fi music drifted from a speaker, blending with the occasional burst of laughter.

Sophia sat cross-legged, hoodie sleeves pushed up as she squinted at the board in exaggerated concentration. “There’s no way you’re putting a hotel on Boardwalk again. That’s a war crime.”

Y/n grinned, flicking a peanut at her. “That’s capitalism, baby.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. That smile—the same one Y/n had grown up seeing every time she beat him at Mario Kart, every time he brought her candy when she was sad, every time she laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe.

Even with years of friendship under his belt, it still made his heart skip. It always had.

“Okay,” the Filipino woman said, stretching, “so you’re trying to bankrupt me again. Good to know. What else is new?”

Y/n leaned back on his elbows, eyes lazily scanning the dim room before they landed on her. Sophia looked cozy—familiar. Beautiful in the kind of way that didn’t need effort. “I missed this,” he said quietly.

Sophia glanced up. “What? Losing to me?”

“No.” Y/n let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… just being around you. Like this. I miss it every time you leave for shows or I get caught up with work. It’s weird not having you around.”

Sophia’s eyes softened. “I know. I miss you too, dummy.”

Y/n hesitated, the words burning at the edge of his throat. Then, all at once, they slipped free.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since we were like… fourteen.”

Silence.

Sophia blinked. The dice slipped from her fingers. “…What?”

Y/n panicked. “Not in a creepy way! I mean—I’ve always just kind of… felt something. You’ve always been there. And I guess I realized I don’t want to imagine a version of my life without you in it.”

Sophia stared at the man— her best friend, stunned for a heartbeat. Then, suddenly—blushing, hiding her face behind her hands—she groaned.

“You idiot,” she mumbled. “You’re seriously telling me this now?”

Y/n’s stomach twisted. “I—yeah? Wait, why—?”

The Filipino woman peeked at him through her fingers, cheeks flushed. “Because I’ve liked you too. For ages. I just thought you didn’t feel the same.”

Y/n blinked. “Wait. Really?”

Sophia laughed, voice light and a little shy. “Yes! You’ve always been my favorite person. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“I think,” Y/n said, scooting closer, “we might have just upgraded it.”

Sophia smiled, and the Monopoly board lay forgotten as the space between them disappeared.

“Finally,” she whispered. “Took you long enough.”

And somewhere between passing Go and falling asleep under a shared blanket, Y/n realized that loving Sophia Laforteza had never really been a secret—it had just taken the right quiet night to say it out loud.

———————-

The board was half-forgotten now, wedged between a throw pillow and a crumpled snack bag. Y/n and Sophia were still sitting side by side, knees brushing lightly under the blanket they’d eventually tugged over both their legs. The warmth between them wasn’t just from the throw—it was from something softer, quieter. Familiar, yet newly electric.

Sophia leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. The soft hum of the lo-fi track was replaced by the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional rustle of the wind outside.

“I keep thinking this is some fever dream,” she murmured. “That I’ll wake up and you’ll still be trying to trade me for the railroads.”

Y/n laughed under his breath. “I think I’d trade the railroads for one more smile like that.”

Sophia turned her face into the man’s hoodie, clearly flustered. “Stop. You’re not allowed to be smooth now.”

“I’m serious,” Y/n said, tilting his head slightly to nudge hers. “I was always waiting for the right moment. Just… didn’t expect it to be over Monopoly and gummy worms.”

“Honestly, that’s kind of perfect,” Sophia said, pulling back enough to look at Y/n properly. Her voice dropped to a quiet hum. “Feels like us.”

Y/n smiled, fingers brushing hers under the blanket. “So… what now?”

Sophia leaned in, her nose nearly brushing his. “Now,” she whispered, “we play another round. But if you bankrupt me again, I’m breaking up with you immediately.”

Y/n snorted. “Deal.”

A beat passed. Then she kissed him—soft, warm, a little giddy. Like she’d been waiting forever and wasn’t in a rush to stop now.

And as they reset the Monopoly board for round two, they couldn’t stop smiling.

Love had always been in the little things between the two.

Now, it just had a name.

Bonus chapter:

Sophia stirred first.

The soft glow of morning crept through the half-drawn curtains, scattering golden light across the living room floor. A crumpled Monopoly board lay abandoned on the rug, game pieces strewn like glittering confetti around two empty mugs and an overturned bowl of popcorn. The couch cushions were barely keeping shape under the weight of two tangled bodies—hers and Y/n’s.

She blinked sleepily, warmth blooming in her chest as she took in the sight of Y/n, still fast asleep, arms loosely wrapped around a throw pillow he’d stolen from her somewhere around 4AM. Her cheeks flushed with memory—the accidental confession, the way your voice had cracked ever so slightly when you said “I‘ve been in love with you since we were fourteen”, and the stunned silence that followed… before her whispered “Me too.”

Sophia smiled to herself.

Y/n stirred a moment later, blinking at her, disoriented but soft-eyed. “Morning,” he murmured.

“Morning,” she said, her voice light, teasing. “Still mad I crushed you with Park Place?”

Y/n groaned, burying his face into the pillow. “I let you win.”

Sophia arched a brow. “You mortgaged your soul halfway through the game, don’t lie.”

The two of them dissolved into laughter, easy and familiar. But as the laughter faded, a calm quiet settled again.

“So…” Y/n said hesitantly, “About last night.”

Sophia reached over and placed her hand over his. “Still real. Still me. Still you,” she said. “Unless you regret it?”

Y/n shook his head instantly, eyes locking with hers. “Not even close.”

There was a moment—just the two of them, the hum of the morning, the distant sound of the Katseye girls yelling over breakfast in the kitchen on the other side of the room—and then Sophia leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Y/n’s cheek. “Then we take it slow,” she said. “But no more secrets.”

“Deal,” Y/n said, grinning.

“Also,” The Filipino woman added with a playful glint, “you’re helping me clean up this disaster zone of a living room.”

Y/n groaned again, but there was no hiding the smile on his face as he followed her into the kitchen, hearts lighter, hands brushing. Everything felt different—but also, finally, right.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 ! ( a collection of sentence starters from season  1 of nbc's “ good girls ”. adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated in the future . mature themes are present . )

specificity is good , but that's over the top .

chill , i'm like two minutes late .

alright , everybody be cool and nobody gets hurt .

do you think i could make it in L.A. ?

i don't need all that . i just want to be super famous .

you know , i'm just not really much of a church person .

maybe next time you'll take security more seriously .

oh my god , can you please just listen to me for one damn minute ?!

shame on you . shame on all of you .

move it before i shoot your face off , let's go !

you should probably get yourself a lawyer .

why is it so crazy ? i mean , it's a victimless crime .

can't you have my back on one thing , ever ?

this is me helping you not ruin your life .

damn . that was a good sell .

i should have been more careful , i panicked .

no ! i mean ... i don't know . maybe .

we're gonna rob that store .

have you lost your mind ?

we can't sit back and let everything be taken away from us .

no one's gonna fix this . we have to do it ourselves .

[ name ] ... hello ? are you okay in there ?

how did you have the money for all of this ?

i'm here to clean up a mess , [ name ] .

it's not a knock , we all have our strengths and weaknesses . you're a beautiful dummy . it doesn't make you a bad person .

this is five grand . enough for a plane ticket , and to get you started .

i guess you won't mind if i go to the cops , then . right ?

i handled it because you couldn't .

you've got a little ... on your face , kind of looks like blood .

what am i looking at right now ? WHAT am i even looking at right now ?

[ name ] , this is life or death .

i choose death . GIVE ME DEATH .

i have ... sort of a favor to ask .

it's not like you can't afford it .

what do you need that much money for ?

thank you for making me completely humiliate myself for no reason .

this is what winning feels like .

i'm gonna need you to say it with me . we are winning .

it's not like you're gonna kill me .

you don't have the guts . you're not killers .

thought you'd pull a fast one , huh ? make a quick buck ?

girls like you , you never think things through .

you've done this your whole life . you make these big messes and expect everyone else to clean it up . then you just ignore it .

you can't leave me here forever .

you are an incredible liar .

when bad things happen to good people , everyone goes crazy .

if it could happen to us , it could happen to anyone .

roll the dice . tell them to pull the trigger . see what happens .

hey , looks like we've got a survivor .

i am going the speed limit . i don't wanna get a ticket .

where does he think he's going ? boy , this is hard to watch .

if you go to the cops , so will i .

i thought we were done with this .

oh ! you'd rather just declare a kilo at customs ?

– or we could just steal it .

are you hearing yourself right now ?

do not call me crazy .

what if we get caught ?

there's always a choice .

dude , it's never gonna end . unless we end it .

i'm not gonna shoot him , i'm just gonna scare him a little !

forgive me lord jesus , i did not mean to shoot that man .

are we supposed to knock or something ?

i wanted my music for the road trip .

how long has it been bleeding like this ?

i need to take you to the hospital , i think you need stitches .

i wish everything could go back to the way it was .

i had no damn idea how good i had it until it was gone .

i know you hate me right now .

i'm sorry . i suck .

i had to do something really , really important .

what's more important than me ?

is there something you want to ask me ?

just making conversation .

you know the tradition is jordans over a phone line , right ?

be outside in two minutes or you're dead , i mean it .

it's so crazy , even saying it .

you asked for this ? you ASKED for this ?

you can't sign people up for criminal activity like it's a bake sale !

that is NOT what i meant when i said i'd do another job .

so you think you get to pick and choose what you do and when you wanna do it ?

no , i'm sorry . that is not gonna work .

what's your gut say ?

i can prove it ! i mean i can't ... but i want to .

why should i apologize ?

chill out with the cayenne .

maybe we need like , smelling salts or something .

well , i want him to not die in my house .

i am so tired of almost dying .

hey ! ... don't be mad .

you're a dead man .

shut up , just don't say anything . i will handle it .

just say you're sorry .

i wanted to do something nice , so that maybe we could start fresh .

i'm not proud of my part in everything .

oh , yeah ? what does that mean ?

[lessamao]

Dice making for dummies: 3D modeling your own masters!

You can watch the full series here

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Waves of Ithaca

Chapter 8: In the Quiet of His Mischief

dividers by: @sister-lucifer

art by zeiru on youtube

The silence between them was louder than any words they could have spoken. It had been days since their argument, and though neither Y/N nor Telemachus stormed away in anger, a chasm had formed between them. They moved around each other like ships avoiding collision—careful, distant. She buried herself in her duties, overseeing trade routes, meeting with fishermen, ensuring Ithaca's affairs ran smoothly. Telemachus, meanwhile, threw himself into training, his strikes against the straw dummies carrying a weight neither of them acknowledged.

Penelope noticed, of course. She always noticed. But she said nothing, merely watching them with that quiet wisdom she wore so well.

And Y/N let it be. Let the distance settle between her and her brother, convincing herself it was better this way.

The docks were always alive with movement, but today, Y/N barely saw the traders and sailors bustling around her. Her mind was caught in an endless loop of plans and logistics: how many ships were still at sea, how much grain they had to spare, which merchants needed appeasing to keep Ithaca’s economy steady. It was easier this way, drowning in responsibility, in the mundane and the necessary.

She had just finalized a deal with a group of traders from Pylos when she heard a familiar voice. Casual, amused. Too knowing.

“You know, for someone with Poseidon's favor, you spend an awful lot of time looking miserable by the sea.”

Y/N stiffened before turning. There he was. The traveler—at least, that was what she had always assumed he was. She had seen him before, more times than she could count, lingering at the market, blending into the crowds. Always watching, always grinning like he knew something she didn’t.

And there it was, the unmistakable glint of gold in his fingers. A coin, one she recognized instantly, because it was hers. Had been hers. She had lost it months ago—or so she had thought.

“I should have known it was you.” Her voice was flat, unimpressed. “Give it back.”

The man only smirked, flipping the coin effortlessly. “Finders keepers, princess.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “And what do you want in return?”

He tilted his head, considering. “A day.”

She frowned. “A day?”

“With you.” He slipped the coin into his palm, making it vanish like a trick of the light. “You need a break.”

Y/N scoffed. “I don’t have time for that.”

“Then make time.” He leaned in slightly, voice low. “Or are you afraid you might enjoy yourself?”

There was something infuriatingly confident about him, something that made her want to refuse purely on principle. But there was also something else—a pull, an inexplicable curiosity. And deep down, a quiet exhaustion she wasn’t ready to name.

“…Fine,” she muttered, already regretting it. “But you’re giving that coin back.”

The man only laughed. “If you can win it.”

The day unfurled like a song she had long forgotten.

He led her through Ithaca’s winding streets, weaving through crowds, stirring mischief at every turn. They disrupted a dice game at the market, laughing as disgruntled gamblers cursed their interference. They swiped honeyed figs from an unattended stall, sprinting away before the vendor could protest. He moved like the wind—swift, untouchable, impossible to pin down. And somehow, she found herself keeping up.

But there was something different about this day, something that even Y/N couldn’t ignore. The sky was cloudless, and the air, warm and soft, seemed to carry a strange sense of peace. As the day wore on, she started to feel lighter, less burdened by the weight of her responsibilities. For the first time in ages, she wasn’t the captain, the princess, the protector. She was just… Y/N.

They paused at the cliffs overlooking the sea, the waves stretching endlessly beneath them. Y/N caught her breath, heart still pounding from their antics. For the first time in weeks—perhaps months—she felt weightless.

Her companion watched her with something unreadable in his gaze. “There she is.”

She blinked. “What?”

“The real you.” He leaned against a sun-warmed rock, tossing the coin lazily. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten how to have fun.”

Y/N looked away, towards the horizon. “Duty comes first.”

“Duty is important.” He didn’t mock her. For once, his voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. “But it shouldn’t be everything.”

She sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

A chuckle. “Wouldn’t I?”

She turned back to him, studying him properly. He was familiar, more familiar than he had any right to be. And yet, she knew nothing about him. Not his name, not where he came from. Nothing.

“Who are you?” she asked at last.

His grin returned, teasing, effortless. “A friend.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“And yet,” he flipped the coin between his fingers, “it’s the one you get.”

For a moment, his tone softened, his fingers no longer twisting the coin with his usual, restless energy. The mischief was gone, replaced by something quieter, more subtle. He stepped closer to her, the warmth of the sun behind him casting a soft light that seemed to catch the edges of his features, making them seem somehow less sharp, more human.

"I didn’t mean to add to the weight you’re already carrying,” he said, his voice softening. “I know it’s not easy... I just wanted to remind you that you don’t have to bear it all alone. There’s more to life than the burden you’re used to.”

Y/N blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift in his demeanor. He wasn’t the playful trickster anymore, the charming stranger who toyed with her at every turn. He was… just someone who seemed to understand, even if he wasn’t supposed to.

“I—” She stopped herself, unsure of what to say. His words had caught her off guard. She had forgotten what it felt like to just exist without the constant pressure of duty. She had forgotten what it felt like to have someone care, even if just for a moment.

“I know,” he continued, his gaze softening further, “I can’t understand everything. But you don’t have to carry all of this on your own, Y/N.”

Her name on his lips—said so simply, so sincerely—felt like a weight lifting off her shoulders. She hadn’t realized how much she had needed to hear it, how much she had needed someone to notice the cracks she was trying so hard to hide.

She swallowed hard, the wall she had built around herself beginning to crack.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled then, but it wasn’t the usual teasing grin. It was warm, genuine, almost tender. He placed his hand briefly on her shoulder, a soft touch, before stepping back, the mischief returning to his eyes as if nothing had changed.

“Don’t thank me yet,”v he teased, tossing the coin in the air again, catching it with practiced ease. “You still haven’t won it back.”

But this time, it wasn’t the playful jab that made her smile. It was the unexpected kindness, the gentleness that had slipped through the cracks of his usual mask.

When Y/N returned home that evening, the shift was subtle, but Penelope noticed. A lighter step, a fleeting smile, a warmth that had been absent for too long. She said nothing, only met Y/N’s gaze and offered the smallest nod.

But elsewhere, beyond mortal eyes, two figures stood locked in quiet dispute.

One idly flipped a coin between his fingers—the same coin he’d taken from Y/N long ago.

“You overstep,” Apollo’s voice was sharp, irritation barely concealed beneath his calm tone.

Hermes, unfazed, tilted his head. “And you hesitate,” he replied, a hint of challenge in his voice. “Shall we see who wins?”

The air between them thickened with unspoken tension.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed, his posture stiff with barely contained arrogance. “You know, Hermes, you can’t charm your way out of everything. Some things require more than tricks.”

Hermes chuckled, his grin widening. “Oh? And what would you suggest, Apollo? That I be more like you? Stand tall, show no weakness, and keep all those secrets locked away under that shiny exterior?”

Apollo’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening. “I have no time for your games, unlike some of us.”

Hermes raised an eyebrow, still casually flicking the coin between his fingers, each movement deliberate. He leaned in, his grin turning sharper, teasing. “Tell me, Apollo, how’s your last relationship going? No more broken hearts left in your wake, I assume?”

The jab hit its mark, and for a moment, Apollo’s cool exterior faltered. His gaze flickered, betraying something—resentment, regret—before he masked it again.

His eyes darkened, a dangerous flicker in them. “Careful, Hermes.”

The words were low, a warning, but Hermes only seemed to lean in closer, savoring the tension like a game. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the reminder? I’m sure all your lovers had the best of times, didn’t they? But I suppose I can’t blame them. You’re quite the catch... until they learn your secrets.”

Apollo’s jaw clenched, and he took a step forward, but Hermes’ grin never faltered.

“Don’t forget,” Hermes murmured, his voice dropping to a more dangerous tone, “I know how to play this game too. You might be the sun, but I don’t have to bend to your light.”

Apollo’s smile curled into something sharp and cold. “Keep playing your games, Hermes. We’ll see who gets burned in the end.”

For a long moment, their eyes locked, the simmering rivalry barely contained. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, Hermes tossed the coin into the air.

“You might be right, Apollo,” Hermes said, his smile widening again. “But I think I’m the one who’s winning.”

AN: hi- surprise. hermes girlies, this is for you. this has been rotting in my notes now, i was going to publish it along with 1 other chapter and 1 interlude, but those two are causing me trouble. i keep editing it over and over again, i can't find myself being satisfied with any of the drafts i written. enjoy this for now— dw apollo stans, you'll have your chapter soon

[st4rry4543]

King dice & the devil are cuphead and mugman's uncles, and you can not tell me otherwise

( ignore the fact that kd and the devil tried to obliterate cuphead)

Anyways I love these dummies lol

[sevvnt]

everyone always has ellie as a mean loser but what about a sweet loser!

The type of girl to tell you random facts about dinosaurs

And she is such a nature girl telling you so many rock and leaf facts. Sets up camping trips just to show u her knowledge.

She definitely has a lil raggedy car but puts those fuzzy dice on the rear view mirror.

Finding random snacks in her glove compartment (they're all stale.)

She has one pair of shoes dirty converse that definitely use to be white. The shoes are literally breaking from the seams and she calls them chucks instead of converse.

Please do not work in fast food or retail she will come and mess with you.

Pranks. Pranks. And more pranks, she does not let you live. To her jumpscaring you, to her acting like she just burnt the house down.

Hides your keys so u can stay home and cuddle with her.

Constantly sends Joel memes he doesn't understand.

A group chat with you, Dina, and Jesse called the rock band with the pfp being a rock..

Plays sports and gives you her jersey number to wear!

Breaks out into song and dance randomly.

Has a fascinating knowledge about guns. (thanks Joel)

Definitely wears boxers to bed. Sometimes they're plain and other times they have so random design on it that she thought was funny. She takes off her pants and it's a face full of minions.

Whenever you're sitting on the couch together she likes to rub her nasty feet on you.

She's like a man always warm even in the coldest climates. Purposely turns the ac on high so you'll lay with her.

She loves horror movies, her favorite is Friday the 13th, even calls in out when it's on the calendar.

A champion at mario kart.

Sloppy kisses

She's overall just a silly goofy dummy!

[theangelstar]

Headcanons for your face:

Buddy, Chase, Deacon and Prunella are all playing DnD:

Deacon: Okay so a tall door has been presented to you. What do you do?

Buddy: Try and open it.

Chase: Really thats boring!

Buddy: Well its a door!! What else are we supposed to do with it.

Chase: Maybe....try and be its friend?

Buddy: May I repeat that it's a door and not a living thing.

Prunella: Kill it!

Buddy: But it's a door...

Deacon: Okay well its Buddy's turn to go. Buddy what do you what to do again?

Buddy: Open it.

Chase: NOOOO!!!

Prunella: YOU HAVE DOOMED US ALL!!!

Deacon: Role the dice Buddy.

Buddy: *rolls dice and it lands on 13* Okay what does thirteen mean.

Deacon: You try and open it and it eats you but you got out of its grasp before it swallowed, -10 HP.

Buddy: What? But it's a door...

Chase: tsk tsk tsk.

Prunella: What a dummy.

Buddy: W-what?

Chase is taking Buddy clothes shopping:

Buddy: Chase I'm not really finding anything I like.

Chase: What about this?

Buddy: I...don't know about that...

Chase: Its black though.

Buddy: Yeah well I'm not wanting to give a spy vibe...

Chase: What vibe then?

Buddy: "I don't give a fuck, go away, "vibe.

Chase: Hmmm

Chase: Aha!!!

Buddy: Hmm?

Buddy: Um...

Chase: Pleaseee wear it!! You'd look so cute!!!

Buddy: I...not in that color...

Chase: Its the only color... *does puppy dog eyes* Pweeaasseee

Buddy: Okay. Fine.

Chase: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Buddy: Oh.

Chase: EAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Buddy: Wow your really excited for this aren't yeah

Chase: *breathes in* Yes.

Buddy: As long as your happy.

Nicknames Stargoth would give each other:

Chase: Oh yeah he's my Scruchie Bunchie Booboo Bear. My Grumpy Lumpy Cute in the Box. My Love Dove. My Celiac Shortcake.

Buddy: He's my Angel. I like to call him Babe, Bae, or Baby. Oh, and when I'm having a good day, I call him my Cuddly Bug, he loves that one.

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last forever [2/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Note: Why yes I did write this after watching OPLA, why do you ask?

[Ch. 1]

Of course, it just had to be a crazy clown that was your next opponent. You didn't fear clowns but you didn't like them terribly much either, so being up against Buggy the Clown and his crew of pirates was making this day worse for you.

First, Luffy had been snatched away by a freaking bird that he tried to catch and turn into food (how he expected to cook it, you had no idea). You and Zoro quickly followed after, not even stopping to properly pick up the men you found in the middle of the ocean who were calling for help. Even when they tried to rob you, the glares the two of you gave and the slight beating from Zoro, once they realized who he was, the three men you picked up took over the rowing and brought you to Orange Town.

Once you found him, Luffy had already been thrown into a cage by Buggy, Zoro making an attempt to dice the clown who only proved he was perfectly fine afterwards, stabbing Zoro instead.After practically jumping from the rooftop with him still in the cage, the girl gave the key up, before it was swallowed by a little dog. The mayor of the town appeared before you next and you asked for a place to treat Zoro's stab wound and where he could rest, Mayor Boodle taking you all to his house.

"I don't need you to treat it, I'll sleep it off."

Zoro nearly flinched at the glare you set on him, making him take his shirt off so you could see the wound better.

"Sleep it off, what a load of crock," Shaking your head, you threaded a needle and sterilized it with a match, "You know that's not how you heal from stab wounds, dummy."

As you started stitching the wound, Zoro watched you closely like he always did. You'd done this so many times at this point, having been terrified of giving him stitches at first, until the worst wound you'd seen him get. He wasn't anywhere near close to bleeding out from it, but after an hour of it still bleeding, you forced him back onto the hotel bed and started stitching him up, pushing away your fears and the tears that you felt welling up as you did so. When you had finished, Zoro was impressed and thanked you, making you smile before you burst into tears over the whole thing.

"What are you crying for?!"

"I…I've never…done that before!"

He'd never have guessed you hadn't done stitches before, but your work never tore, he took it upon himself to remove them when you said it was safe to do. He didn't want you to start crying again.

After that you stitched up any severe wounds he had, just as you were doing at that moment.

"Okay," you cut the thread and finally nodded once you were done, "Now you can sleep. Don't do anything to tear the stitches though."

"Fine."

You put your items away while Zoro laid down, telling him you were going to see if you could help get Luffy out of the cage and ask about this other girl if she was joining you all or not. Before you left, you gave him another glare.

"You better stay still and sleep."

"I will, trust me on that."

Satisfied, you finally left and Zoro smiled to himself before falling asleep.

Not so bad having her as a wife.

+!+

Your hope that you'd all get out of Orange Town without a fight was gone as you stood in front of Cabaji with your own sword drawn. You had told (yelled at) Zoro to go back to resting instead of bothering to fight this acrobat, turning it into an argument between the two of you.

Zoro believed he was completely fine and could fight, despite you noticing the small winces of pain every now and then. Still though, he wouldn't listen to you and attempted several times to move you out of the way so he could fight.

It angered you more than anything, and you finally turned around and glared at him, Zoro more so thinking it was almost cute rather than scary like you thought it'd be.

"Gosh, why the hell are you such a stubborn man?!"

"Says the equally stubborn woman!"

Luffy watched the two of you, amused at how you acted like you really were a married couple despite you saying it wasn't a real marriage. He was starting to not believe you.

Zoro, on the other hand, was getting more frustrated with you as you placed yourself between him and Cabaji, who watched you two in annoyance at the fact neither of you were fighting him, but were fighting each other.

Get a room geez.

"I don't need you fighting battles for me!"

"You're still injured, you oaf!" You screeched back at Zoro, not stopping an attack from the annoyed Cabaji in time. He threw a kick into your side, sending you towards a building. You only stopped and didn't fly right into the building thanks to Zoro moving quickly enough to stop you, grabbing you around the waist to keep you from hitting anything but him.

"You all right?" He was quiet, but the look on his face told you he was angry. At you or Cabaji, you weren't sure, but you nodded. You'd always felt his bandana made him look scarier when he was in battle, but the way he looked at you this time, despite the anger, was more like he was worried about you, maybe. Zoro would probably never admit such a thing to you if you asked.

You were in pain, hissing a slight bit when Zoro set you down. You figured it was just going to be some bruising, nothing to worry about, even though it hurt at that moment.

Zoro made sure you were safe, before standing back up and setting the harshest glare you'd seen from him yet on Cabaji.

"Don't you dare touch my wife again."

Never had you felt like someone was fighting for you or your honor before then. The fact Zoro willingly called you his wife, that stuck in your head on repeat while you watched him fight and defeat Cabaji, moving past your own pain to hurry over and protect him as he fell asleep again. Of course he'd claim he was healing no problem that was, but you still wanted him to be safe while Luffy defeated Buggy.

Luckily Luffy carried him off to your ship as the townspeople chased you off for a misunderstanding, and you could breathe easily to know you all were safe, the orange haired girl named Nami joining you temporarily.

After you checked Zoro's stitches and for any other wounds, you were surprised by Nami offering you to sit with her in the boat she'd stolen, so you didn't have to be alone with two boys. You took her up on it, and she pulled you close to whisper.

"Hey…Zoro called you his wife…is he legit?"

Your face turned bright red, having already forgotten that because of your quick escape from the town. He really had then, it wasn't just you hearing things.

Was that progress? Would things slowly change and develop for the two of you, could you live as a married pirate couple one day? Have kids even?

Were you getting ahead of yourself? Definitely, considering he'd only said it once and likely wasn't thinking, your assumption due to the possible pain he was still in, even though he would deny it instantly if you even started to ask.

"Umm, hello," Nami snapped her fingers in front of your face, making you shake your head and ask her to repeat what she said, "I asked if Zoro was being honest when he said you were his wife."

You blinked a few times, before finally smiling slightly. "Well…technically, yes, he's being honest."

Nami didn't let you go back to the boys the rest of your ride to the next island, demanding every detail despite you only knowing each other for a few hours.

It looked like you had a new best friend.

+!+

The events in Syrup Village led to your recruitment of a new member, Usopp, and being given the Going Merry as your first, real ship as a crew. You and Nami spent time learning how the ship worked, Usopp eventually joining you and telling stories that you may have known right off the bat weren't entirely truthful. You did enjoy them though, laughing through them during dinner that night alongside Luffy.

"Soooo," leaning over, you gave Usopp a grin, "Kaya huh? That was a nice little kiss there."

Nami burst into a laugh at how wide Usopp's eyes got, before he started stammering and trying to say something, you grinning even more and asking him what it was like to get a kiss.

"Never had one before so I wouldn't know."

"I…it…nice…it was nice…"

You and Nami started doting on Usopp over it, telling him how he could always write to Kaya and keep in touch that way. The romance talk flew over Luffy's head but he still talked about how nice Kaya was and how tough Kuro had been, while Zoro got more annoyed as it went on, eventually leaving the table after he finished his drink and stepping outside, which you did notice right away.

Downing the last of your own bit of wine, you excused yourself from your friends, heading to the deck and finding Zoro there, leaned against the railing with his eyes closed. Normally you'd assume he was sleeping, but since it'd only been about a minute and you knew he didn't sleep standing up (wouldn't have surprised you though), you knew he was still awake and would talk to you.

"Hey," you joined Zoro against the rail, making him look at you and nod slightly while you tilted your head, "What'd you leave for?"

"Tired."

"Why aren't you in bed then?"

"Who can sleep with all the laughing?"

"Oh please, you almost slept through a tornado once."

"Shut up."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, deciding to look out at sea and watch the waves that gently rocked the ship. You'd anchored for the night in the middle of the sea, Nami placing you on the first watch of the night since you said you weren't tired while most everyone else was. You didn't mind, it'd give you some alone time to watch the stars and think, to enjoy being by yourself as you so rarely got to do lately.

"Have you heard from your parents?"

Zoro's question made you shake your head, him sighing once you did. You'd not gotten a single letter from them, your carrier bird only bringing newspapers from home so you could keep up on how things were going that didn't involve your arranged marriage.

You wondered if they even got your first letter at all at this point.

"Not a thing…only newspapers from home.

"Mm."

"They've still got my picture in it as if I've been kidnapped."

"Maybe they didn't get your letter and the papers."

You shrugged, biting your lip. You wanted to say something about it, tell him you didn't want to do the annulment even if your parents wrote back that the arranged marriage was over, that they accepted your current marriage. You'd rather stay married to him, try a relationship before signing any papers, but you also knew that saying anything like that would likely cause Zoro to shut you out, or tell you how he didn't want to be in a relationship, he didn't want to be married whether he knew of your feelings or not.

He'd probably never return your feelings and you'd have wasted your time instead of just doing the annulment, or divorce if your six months passed without a letter.

But, maybe, you could just tell him how you felt right then, see what his thoughts were and go from there.

Maybe.

"Zoro, I–"

"I'm going to bed. Just let me know when you hear anything."

"O-Oh, yeah…sure."

Once he left, you sighed and sunk to the ground, wishing you hadn't been such a coward at the moment and asked him to stay so you could actually talk to Zoro about the situation between the two of you. Granted yes, things had moved quickly since you joined Luffy, but still. There were a few times you should have sat down and talked, but every time you wanted to, Zoro was doing something or sleeping. At this rate you figured you'd never get things settled with him.

"Hey, you good?" Usopp popped up beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders while you just nodded, not saying a word. He didn't fully believe you, taking note of the slight sadness on your face, before he smiled. "Have I told you about the giant sea monster that attacked my village?"

"Don't think so."

"Oh it was a huge beast! At least forty, no fifty feet!"

The rest of your night was spent laughing at more of Usopp's stories on the deck, enjoying yourself and forgetting your worries for the time being.

Zoro had, however, turned back to go talk to you about your sham marriage before he went to bed. The two of you never properly spoke about it after leaving the town you'd married in, but he was sure that you had feelings for him from the way you acted at times. Overly concerned with his well being, you forcing him to rest in Orange Town, the glances you'd take every now and then too. Everything pointed to you having developed feelings for him, and Zoro didn't want that right now.

He didn't want distractions from his goals and didn't want you distracted from yours. He had to put a stop to your feelings then and there, even if all it ended up being was a pause on your end.

He didn't expect, though, for you to be laughing with Usopp when he made it back to the deck, choosing to watch you for a moment. You smiled and laughed again, shoving Usopp on the arm while he grinned and made a large gesture with his hands, likely an exaggeration in whatever story he was telling you. Zoro didn't know why he had such a tight feeling in his chest seeing this, but it was enough for him after a few minutes of neither of you noticing him. He turned around and returned to his hammock, trying to ignore the annoyance he felt when Usopp and Luffy came into the room, Usopp mentioning how fun you were to talk to.

I'm not jealous. Not at all.