#/yeee finally this is done.

[thedetectiveofinaba]

@chibitantei​ asked: ◎ = taking care of them while ill . (twin me)

Send me a symbol to receive a reaction from my muse to XYZ / not accepting any longer

The drabble in question is under Read More since I kiinda wrote it longer than 400 words. (and the roles are reversed bc I can(not) read)

Naoto wasn’t at times sure if her twin knew self-preservation skills or if she occasionally forgot them like Naoto did on all-nighters and trying to cram in two cases at the same time. The recent reason for her concern – or rather, a concern for everyone in the Shirogane Manor – was that Kazuki had gotten a seasonal cold virus and was now stuck in her bed with a water bottle and her favorite book.

The fact that she could keep herself company wasn’t the issue since both were capable of doing that, instead it was the eating. Kazuki hadn’t left the room in at least five hours and all of them were fairly certain the usual symptom of cold, namely lack of appetite, was affecting young Shirogane’s health in a drastic way. The plan to get her to eat at least something so she wouldn’t starve was easier said than done since she needed sleep but

“I can try to convince her to eat, Yakushiji. Can you prepare me a premade ramen with chicken flavor?” Naoto seemed to at least willing to try something while her grandfather was asking if she thought one ramen was enough. The reaction he got was a firm no and that she already had a plan to get Kazuki to show up to eat something more than a meal not meant for one day’s food.

The execution in the said plan was rather simple and was successful without a hitch: sneak into the room, leave the already prepared bowl of store-bought ramen next to Kazuki’s bed while she was clearly taking a nap with a written note in a location she wouldn’t miss it and leave. Maybe she should’ve dragged her down to eat, but Naoto knew how Kazuki hated it when people offered her help when she didn’t think it was that necessary. If she could persuade or reason her to eat it’d work better and she’d hopefully get at some point that people need food and water to survive.

The tone in the written note was the usual Naoto Shirogane, especially the last sentence in it.

-Naoto

I know you’re probably hungry and too tired to leave, so I brought you one already prepped ramen. Please try to eat it if you’re hungry, I don’t want you to starve.

If you want more food than this, you’ll have to come to downstairs for that. Yakushiji got me and Grampa fried rice with shrimps and green tea flavored ramune.

[louroth]

Hello hello everybody! It is time for another months progress, and I am so excited to share with you, all the things I have gotten my grimy little gremlin hands on. First off, what we are all here for; writing. I have been on fire, to be honest! Last month I churned through the last of the first batch of erotica stories (there's 6 (!!!) of them on my patreon already) and set them up for publishing along with two more unseen ones- I'm still going over the logistics of where to publish for the best revenue (I know this sounds boring, but I have to make an income somehow, and hopefully find another audience as a smut writer on other platforms 💀 I love writing it so why not!), and I am making headway, learning the ins and outs of self publishing. On patreon, there are also two Q&A's that are written in a bit more fictional manner, in character: a more fun way than just writing answers straight up and down. I have enjoyed those so much! There's a bunch of other stuff I haven't even mentioned- honestly, I have to say, I'm really proud of my output on Patreon even though I have been really anxious about writing full time. It's going great! I have to thank my new friends and support-network on discord; you make this all worth it. I cannot express how fun it is to shoot the shit with you in vc, gaming together, or seeing your shenanigans in gen or your in depth theories (thanks for the brainworms!) or memes or staring longingly at the fanfic channel or drooling over your art (ouro related or not) or... Gah. You are just amazing people, and I will waste no opportunity in saying so. Thank you forever and ever and ever an-

When it comes to OUROBOROS, I am happy to announce that the next chapter is damn near done! I was halted because of the discovery that dashingdon is no longer supported by it's creator, and have been working on the twine version ever since, earlier than I expected- it's tough work, but I am so excited to make this an actual game made entirely by myself, and not submitting to a company that quite frankly leaves a bitter aftertaste. It is taking long to make because I want to make it mobile compatible from the start, which there isn't a lot of resources for. But I'm doing my best! The plan is that I will be posting the next chapter for Patreons in the coming month, and then treat you to a full twine release here on tumblr. I haven't made any rewrites when porting the twine build, but I would like to do that too... so we will see; this plan is not set in stone. I will just have to see how it evolves over the next month. Yes, beta-readers is still on the schedule, just holding off a little while while I wrap my head around this new coding landscape.

Other than that, I have been working on the set aesthetic for ouro, which has been really hard, a lot harder than I expected. You all know I am no wizard when it comes to graphic design, but I want to at least develop a set palette and imagery and portraits that is cohesive to the story. The work is ongoing, and I don't have much to say about it- even though it is taking a lot of my brain power. I'm hoping I can come to some kind of set and in depth conclusion that I am happy with before the twine release, because I want the game to feel like a treat to open up and play; a world to get lost in.

That's it! If you want to see weekly and more in depth dev-logs, you know where to go. I hope you have an amazing day or night, and we will see each other soon. xx

[b-yeonder]

Their Reaction To You Attacking Them With A Toy Weapon (Brothers)

↬ Genre/Content Warnings: Fluff/Crack. Just something silly I cooked up~

LUCIFER:

Steady now...aim...aaaand...FIRE! ping! The toy arrow flew from your bow and landed straight in the middle of Lucifer's forehead just as he looked up from his paperwork.

"Oh shit--" You slap a hand over your mouth as the demon stares at you unblinkingly. The silence stretches for a good few minutes before he finally blinks. Once.

"You have five seconds to get out of my sight."

You were gone within one. But wait--

You peek your head back round his door. "Hey any chance I could have tha--"

"Three."

"I'll take that as a no..." 

"Two."

Gone like the wind. Try again later maybe?

MAMMON:

Laughs. You? Take him on? The GREAT Mammon!? Come off it. But when you launch yourself at him he's taken by surprise and falls over.

"And he's down!" You start attacking him with the foam club in your hands, smacking him upside the head as he tries to push you off to no avail. His cheeks are already on fire from being caught off guard like this but when he sees Lucifer watching the two of you with raised eyebrows he wants to die. 

"Having fun?" 

"Yessir, very much so." You finish him off with a flourish - a bonk on the forehead - before raising your weapon above your head in victory. "The Great Mammon has been vanquished!" 

"Oh good, it's about time." 

"OI!"

LEVIATHAN:

Fights back, whipping out his own weapon. Lightsabers? Cue epic battle with self-made lightsaber sounds. You lose, dropping to the floor with an anguished cry. 

"My mortal enemy, who is also my lover....how could you do this to meeeee." 

"Wait, your what now--!?"

"Play along dumbass, jeez."

SATAN:

Raises his eyebrow at the threat. "Oh really?"

"Engarde!" You stab him in the chest like a fencer, but he doesn't move. You stab him again. He just stares at you. 

"Are you done?"

"Dammit Satan can't you play along just once, such a borin' old--" He yanks the sword, pulling you to him with a yelp. You practically headbutt him but he holds you steady with one arm, the other busy holding the sword. To your throat.

"A boring old what now?"

"A uh...boring old...lovely...man. Please don't kill me."

"Tsk, tsk." His lips tug into a toothy grin as he lowers the sword from your throat, letting go of you at the same time and quickly offering the toy back to you. 

ASMODEUS:

Dramatically feigns his own death, the two of you end up acting out a whole drama-worthy scene with tears and...well a couple of groping attempts but overall it was an A* performance.

"Oh, why must this be!? Felled by a poison blade! You are the cruelest creature I have ever met... To douse the flame of my life this way! A deathly pallor ill suits me! Oh woe is me!"

BEELZEBUB:

Watches you in mild confusion and amusement as you pepper his torso with sucker-tipped bullets. Probably in the middle of eating something.

"Yes! Bulls-eye, right on the NIP!"

Beel blinks down at his new nipple accessory. You're a strange one but as long as you're enjoying yourself... 

He continues munching away.

BELPHEGOR:

You attack him with twin daggers, murdering him in his cozy cocoon. But wait. The lump beneath you is still moving! In a flash Belphie is on you, pinning you to the bed.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Uh...an assassin...coming to...murder...and stuff..."

"Oh, is that it huh? Well then."

Proceeds to pummel the shit out of you with a pillow until you're a cowering giggling screaming mess on his bed, arms up in defense as he kneels over you beating you to death before collapsing on you.

"I win, loser is tonight's pillow."

"Belphie noooo..."

"Belphie yeees." Is curled on top of you cutely, legs straddling yours and his arms around you. 

~ Obey Me! Masterlist ~

~ The Grand Masterlist ~

[marc-spectorr]

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it” with Marc🥺(can we send in more than one lmfao)

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: fluff!

a/n: yeees you can send in more if you want ;)) btw i also combined this with an anon's request for a head massage!

Night has fallen over the city. There’s a calmness to the air that makes you softly smile as you wait for your husband to finish washing up. You pass the time by reading a book in bed, ready to turn in for the evening soon. 

The chapter you’re currently on has you completely absorbed that you don’t hear the water in the shower shutting off or notice a shirtless Marc entering the room a short while later. It’s only when he snatches the book out of your grasp and sets it on the nightstand do you finally acknowledge him.

“Babe, I wasn’t done with that,” you huff as Marc crawls onto the bed, settling between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Although, I guess it could probably wait…”

“Mhmm…” he hums in response, gazing up at you sweetly that it made you forget what you’ve read in the last fifteen minutes. “Hi, baby.”

“Hello to you, too,” you reply as Marc nuzzles his head in your stomach as if you’re a pillow. You feel him breathing in the scent of you, savoring the warmth of your body against his. 

Smiling, you thread your fingers through Marc’s dark, damp hair. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles into you, voice thick with exhaustion. “I used your conditioner.”

You lightly chuckle as you twirl each silky curl around your finger. “I know. I’ve been smelling it for weeks now.”

“It’s a really good conditioner. Smells like strawberries, too.”

“It surely does,” you agree, gently drifting your nails through his locks. You then move your fingertips in circular motions on his scalp before moving to his temples, drawing out soft blissful groans from his parted lips. His breaths come out slow and even against your skin, and it’s quiet and peaceful and relaxing—

Then, Marc starts to snore softly, and you hold back the giggle trying to escape your lips, afraid that it’ll wake him from his slumber. Even though you’re beginning to feel pins and needles from where most of his weight is resting on you, you don’t have the heart to disturb him.

It’s rare seeing Marc this way. The usual deep furrow of his forehead and worry lines creasing his face is all gone, serenity now painting over his features. He melts into your hold; finds safety and comfort in the way a home does. Because that’s what you truly are to him— his home, his everything.

You take it all in, embrace the simple delicateness of this moment and let it etch itself into your memory for an eternity. 

Nights like this remind you of your abundance of love for him. And as you carefully brush Marc’s hair away from his forehead to press a kiss there, you wonder how life could be any more beautiful than this.

✨ send me an ask with a sentence + a character and i’ll write the next five ✨

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Meg?! A new AU??? :0

I loved the SK!AU comic!! You don't know how much I love your little killers <3

And I guess I wasn't too wrong about their dynamic when making my first fanart XD

yeees, got a new brainrot >w<

and thanks so much!!! I know it's been a while since I'd done anything with them and I had this little interaction written a few months back, and I finally decided to draw it out XD

and yep, that one was fairly accurate! When one starts to go off the deep end the other tries to reel them back in. Buuuut in this case they were both starting to go, and as a result they ended their fun earlier than planned haha

[nsharks]

Okay I could finally read this chapter and oh my god I loved ittt, I have some things to say so ehem

a.The implication that Ghost has BIG hands when he touched Twix’s stomach is so 😮‍💨 I wonder how would they look when— 👀

b."But are you done with her yet? You can't just hog Twix all to yourself." - I’m hoping he blushed under his mask when Blue said that HAHAH she paid for that later

c. Blue is so cute, I love her bonding moments with Twix. It was really nice seeing them do things that 10yo girls could do before the virus, it felt like a taste of a normal life. Also, are we seeing Twix wondering more and more how ghost looks under his mask? 👀 she’s comparing blues factions with his often

d. Also, ghost saying that he was training twix just because they’re allies hurt a little bit (like man she saved everyone’s life when she got the ammo, give her the credit she deserves 🔫🙂) on the other hand, him acknowledging Twix’s feelings and telling her it’s ok to be a little insane is so 💕 ✨🤭

e. He crossed his arms under his head?!!? That. Is. So. HOT 🥵 it makes him look so relaxed and satisfied with how Twix managed the situation. (I bet he also did it so he wouldn’t feel tempted to grab her hips lol)

f. Tick on his jaw ≈ him trying his best not to get hard with Twix on top of him (at least not enough for her to notice) I swear this man has the self control of the king’s guard, I wonder if he will have the same self control when he’s in his room. Alone.

g. “A deep brass that reverberates through all the places your bodies touch” — i see what you did there sharkie and. I. Loved it. 😍

Thank you for this beautiful chapter (as always), the way you write them feels so real for their situation and also relatable. Also, I feel like your are always giving us hints of what comes next for them emotionally, so on my way to reread it 🫶🏽

Pd: I’m on the Toast team, it sounds great

a. Hehe

b. His face was 😑😑

c. Twix is absolutely noticing more things about ghost/being more curious about him

d. I wouldn’t take that personally tbh. He was just saying like duh we are allies

e. yeee 🫠

f. His jaw ticked when she touched his nose like… phew. Also just the fact that Twix touched his face like that and teased him? Chill ✋🏻

g. hehe

[fluffansmut]

💌

Eddy Munson x crybaby!fairy!Reader

Fairy’s first Christmas- December 18

Christmas cards.

Advent calendar | masterlist

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

You were sat upon Eddie’s desk, tampering around with his stuff as usual.

“I’m boooreeed” you sing-songed to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, but I have some small things that I need to get done first, then we’ll do something.” Eddie tried to bargain, knowing full well it was useless.

“What can I do while I wait?!” You asked.

Eddie sighted, then he opened up his desk drawer.

Inside it were little pencil nibs and several smaller pieces of paper.

“Here,” he said, placing it all infront of you.

“Now make christmas cards of all our friends.”

The idea perked you up some, but that didn’t stop you from pouting.

“How do I know what a Christmas card is?” You said.

“You know what it is baby.” Eddie said. “The little card that we got from Dustin and Ms. Henderson last week”

“Oh.. okay!”

You started to scribble in on the paper and Eddie finally thought he could catch up on some work.

Until you stopped him.

“Eddie?”

“Yeees, sweetheart” he said.

“Do I have to draw a cat?”

Ms Henderson had sent one with a cat in a Santa hat, but you had other ideas.

“Nah, use your imagination, do something more fun.”

This spurred on your creativity and within half an hour you had a pile of cards, one for each of you friends, starting with Jeff and Gareth, ending with Steve and Robin.

[kibbits]

Time to share some Starry lore because I’ve got a cute scene in mind. I love to vocal stim, sounds, phrases, but particularly songs. I’ll hear a song that feels just right and I’ll sit and chew it for hours til my throat’s sore. Currently favorite is The Valentine in Starfield (Is it still a sea shanty if it’s in space?). The reason I bring this fun fact up is because I can just see myself sitting for hours stimming with boys over new songs. Especially if it’s any new pieces for the theater. While the scripts and lyrics are predesigned by Fazbear, there’s something unquestionably their’s in performance that make it worth repeating. Worth remembering. Humming through daily tasks. Parroting their tone, their voice. Another sign of their existence that’s more then the capacity to destroy, then just simple property… They do end up being slightly upset when the Glamrocks try to introduce their songs to stimming sessions. (Sun/Moon: “That’s my human bonding time :(“ Monty: “Get cooler song selections then Sock and Buskin.” Freddy: “Pls do not misuse google search privileges to make insults.”)

- ✨Starry✨

Starry, hi!!! <33

!!!! HELL yes I echo songs a lot too!!!!

Unfortunately often 1-3 lines on repeat fgklgjkldfjg currently it's Villainous Thing, but I keep mixing "Let me see those smoky eyes" and "Let's remove those pretty clothes" and I end up singing "Oh dear, let's remove those smoky eyes" which. not the same fgkldjl

STARRY?! HELLO?! YOU REALLY GOT ME TEARING UP OVER THAT DESCRIPTION AAAA?!?! Also ABSOLUTELY -- for both the stimming, and making the songs their own.

God I'm imagining it so hard.

Eyndr suggested I draw a 'Y/N repairing the coat' last magma, and I haven't posted it cause I never got done, but yknow what? You get a WIP sketch fgkldgj Imagine they're singing

(Goose by Eyndr! Sun is stimming with a ribbon, like I do, except that I like to wrap it around the pads of my fingers, but he doesn't have those, so he has the bad habit of letting it run between his finger casings. Also I wanted a domestic vibe for this and also thought it'd be hilarious to have 'fanservice' with Sun being shirtless. Also, a more masculine Y/N! First beard I've drawn I think???)

One of the three absentmindedly starts a song and the others join in almost immediately. Unless it's a headache day, the backstage is never silent between those three, there's always a bit of humming or singing or even just echolalia.

Which. Mood. I always immediately and absentmindedly want to join in on sounds or singing in vc -- which. being in vc at all, and talking?? is a new development for me fgjdgkl but my god it's nice to be vibing and singing with a friend while doodling -- shout out to my bestie @eyndr ! I love hanging out for games or project days so much aa One day discord and spotify won't make us sing rounds/canons fghdj

ALSO HELLO YES SPACE SHANTIES?!?!!? TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS LET'S GO I'M LEAVING RN TO GO LISTEN BRB

Ough that's nice!!! I loved it! ; w ; Ehehe, I tend to have work songs/sea shanties days where that's all I listen to, so I getcha and good choice! > :3 Haven't played that game, but I do play No Man's Sky and I wish there was random space shanty singers to find waugh!

Also now I'm totally imagining a Faz Space Opera yeeesss 👀👀👀

Back to BaL! Sometimes, for fun, all 3 purposefully mess with the cadence or pitch, either to make each other laugh or just to get creative or because it sounds nice, and they end up liking something and it's like "!!!!"

When they sing that version later, it feels like theirs -- like it's those moments spent together. Proof of their existence and how it affects the world around them positively. Reminders that they're loved, and they love (in a cosmic kind of way, but also it's a self insert so fuck it we BaLl (aaaay finally used the joke @lavenoon fgjdfklgjld).

Also yeee I can see them being really, ACTUALLY insulted when one of the animatronics, who doesn't know because those little sing-stimming sessions are private with Y/N, jokes about how those songs are lame and they should be singing some of theirs instead because they're catchier. Oof

Which, just now, made me realize that BaL Sun's anger runs cold, so he just goes totally silent, straightens up and get that intense stare. Maybe Moon's even the one who talks through the speaker to deflect and does that overly-sweet anger of like "Catchy, huh? Hopefully we don't catch those inflated egos of yours -- there's barely enough space for all of us and your big heads as it is! We'll come back later~!" to excuse themselves (and then prank them to hell and back of course! But there's no proof : )) ) (ALSO OH MY GOD SOCK AND BUSKIN THAT'S FUCKING GOLD. THAT'S SO CANON NOW AND THE BOYS THINK IT'S HILARIOUS)

Back to the singing, I think that another thing that they do especially well is that they can sing at the same time, so even for solos they can add back vocals to each other, or play around with the pitch since they do-and-don't share a processor and can adapt in microseconds -- wait actually they can definitely sing rounds, too!!

Oh my god now I'm imagining them singing rounds with vastly different moods at the same time, perfectly calibrated so that both of them come out loud and clear and also enhance each other's -- lining up or losing one of their voices at just the right moment to be chilling. It's like you're getting the song and the reprise but both at once

Thanks for the ask Starry!!! Always excited to see you in my inbox <33 And I'm going to be rotating this in my mind for a WHILE fkljdgjkld

[the-kr8tor]

Omg I loved how you played out my req so well! I liked how instead of R or Hobie's POV, It was Yuri's instead. It's a pleasant change, and I like how we got to see inside the thoughts of one of Hobie's bandmates ever since the apocalypse happened! Overall, I loved it:) Daily Hobie HC! Band AU time cus we havent had that in a hot minute! After every practice that you both have with the others, Hobie practically teleports into the kitchen, immediately putting on the kettle to make you some honey lemon tea to soothe your throat and make sure you still have your lovely singing voice. As you two settle down, he practically goes limp in your arms, allowing you to do whatever you want to him while he enjoys the warmth of your fingers massaging his hands, relieving him of cramps. With his head on your lap, your fingers working expertly on his muscles and a tea with the perfect ratio of honey and lemon (somehow Hobie gets it every time), it's usually a peaceful hour or two after practice...and depending how late you both got home, usually followed up by some teasing. However, if you're unlucky due to whatever circumstance (hobie's probably temporarily died then if you cant have your honey lemon tea from him) If you talk to him with a sore throat/lost voice, he'll tease the living shit out of you and be so gentle at the same time. Hobie will lean slightly into you, tilting his head towards you so he's able to hear what you're trying to say to him better. Even if he gets hand cramps during practice, with how hard he's playing the damn guitar, the others are quite surprised how fast you're willing to abandon the mic (without dropping it) to tend to him. Even Hobie's surprised, trying to usher you back so they can continue, yet he can't deny how nice it feels as your fingers work nimbly and quickly at his hand, the warmth easing the cramps. I bet as much as you both would want to deny it, Hobie knows there's so way possible that you two, multiple times during band practice, will try to be louder than the other. It's a common occurrence to be told to 'shut up and stop riling the other one up'...but Hobie just can't help it. He wants to see how far you both can push yourselves, even if it pisses off Ned. If he can, Hobie absolutely adores seeing you sing. If he hears any sort of song coming from you, whether it'd be something he'd listen to or not, he'd nonchalantly just lean against whatever he can that's out of your vision, listening until you've stopped and finally acknowledged him. When Hobie realizes that you're humming one of the band's songs, he'll grab his guitar and quietly strum to it, slowly increasing in volume until you notice. Every time he's done this, it ends up being a mini concert in the boathouse. Imagine in the Billie and Ramona AU too- For example, you'd be singing one of your favourite songs from the band to them, their legs swinging to and fro as they sat on the counter, watching you make hot chocolate. If Hobie is lucky to be able to catch you doing so, he'll immediately begin boasting about you to his daughters, exclaiming how you used to be in the exact same band as Aunty Yuri, watching as their eyes sparkle and your eyes roll with a flustered look on your face. (I bet Yuri's the favourite of Billie and Ramona you cant tell me otherwise) Also I have recently discovered the band South Arcade and I LOVE their songs??? Some songs I'd recommend (if you wanna listen to them) are Riptide, Silverlight, Nepo Baby and New Fever Why? Because I adore those songs specifically and they are SO GOOD -🐦‍⬛

Thank you, angel!! I loved writing it ❤️

Daily Hobie HC!! 🎉

Hobie after band practice so he could make you some tea:

Yuri: where-?! How?!!

The image of r cuddling with a mug of tea while they're massaging Hobie's hands and him falling asleep on their lap has me all giggly 🥺🥺🥺 so cute!!! I would love to massage his hands 🥴

Yeees!! Little impromptu concerts inside the houseboat! Gasp! With Billie and Ramona too!!!

Oh absolutely, yuri is def their favourite (uncle ned hates that one fact!) Billie and Mona are now their momma's number 1 fan!!

I'll give them a listen! Im currently into chappell roan and her voice is so heavenly 😍

[vodika-vibes]

Date Night

So, I normally only do one of these a day, but I'm getting my hair dyed tomorrow, so you're getting two today! Woo!

Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x Reader

Word Count: 1057

Warnings: uh...Jesse is intense? Spicy maybe?

Songs: None

“Babe, are you almost ready?” Jesse calls from where he’s sitting on the bed, he’s already dressed in a loose button up and nice slacks, “We’re going to be the last ones there!”

“Hold on! Give me just a minute, I’m almost done.” You call from the bathroom, “Be patient, Jesse.”

You muffle your laugh as you hear his overexaggerated groan from the next room. And then you flicker your gaze to your reflection and nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Your make-up looks perfect, your hair is neat, and the dress you chose for this specific occasion is wrinkle-free.

You’re about as ready as you’ll ever be. 

You push open the bathroom door, and laugh when you see Jesse laying on the bed. “Did I make you wait too long?” You ask with a grin.

“It’s fine, Fives can be patient,” Jesse says. And then he sits up and he freezes. His gaze starts at the top of your head, and slowly, painfully slowly, drags down your body.

Your face burns red, and you press your hands against your cheeks. You flash a shy smile, and take several steps away from the fresher, and you spin, feeling the skirt of your dress swirl around your legs. “Well, how do I look?” You ask.

“Holy shit, mesh’la,” He says, “You look…” He gestures vaguely towards you, his gaze hungrily sliding up and down your body, “You look good enough to eat.” He finally says, with a sly smirk that makes your face burn even more.

You laugh softly, “That’s kind of you to say Jesse. You see, I told you I needed all that time to get ready.” You smile at him, warmly, fondly, “All I need is to get my heels in the other room, and we can go. I hope Captain Rex won’t be too mad that I made us run late.”

You step out of the bedroom and into the living room, lightly chattering as you did, and it was only after you finished fastening the buckle on your new silver heels, you realized that Jesse was still in the bedroom.

“Babe?” You poke your head in the room, “Is everything alright?”

His gaze drifts over to you, and settles on the dark blue dress you’re wearing, and then slides down to your heels, and he groans, and flops back on the bed.

“Jesse?” You asked, stepping over to him and leaning over the bed.

“I can’t take you out looking like that, mesh’la,” He says dramatically, “I’ll have to beat men off you with a stick.” He sits up suddenly, “I know, let’s stay in!”

“Oh no you don’t,” You place your hands on your hips, “You promised me dancing, Jesse.”

He pauses, and then he grins, “I did, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

He hops to his feet, and steps into your personal space, “Is that you only stipulation? That you have to be able to dance?”

You squint at him suspiciously, “Yeees?” You say slowly, “I suppose it is.”

He leans back, “Alright.” He presses a kiss to your temple, and steps around you.

“Okay?” You follow him out of the bedroom, slightly confused. You love Jesse, more than anything in the galaxy, but the man was an enigma sometimes. “What are you planning, Jesse?” You ask as you stop at the bedroom door.

He grins at you and winks, and you watch as he effortlessly moves the furniture around your living room. You think you understand his plan when he rolls the carpet up and moves it so it’s out of the way, and presses a button on your entertainment center, starting some soft music.

“You said you wanted to dance, mesh’la.” He steps over to you, and offers you his hand, his gaze warm, “So, may I have this dance?”

A delighted grin crosses your face, and you lightly take his hand, allowing him to spin you into his arms, and you place your hands on his chest for balance.  “You may,” You say through a giggle.

He starts dancing you around the living room, his grip on your hip firm but so very loving. “So,” He asks, as the first song fades into the second, “Is this what you wanted?” Jesse grins and spins you away from him, before tugging you back.

You grin at him, “I do enjoy dancing with you,” You admit, taking a moment to stand on your toes and kissing him.

“I am an exceptional dancer,” Jesse agrees smugly.

“Won’t Captain Rex, Fives, and Echo wonder where you are?” You ask, a giggle falling from your lips as he tugs you closer than would be appropriate out in public, and starts raining kisses down on your face.

“Fuck them.” Jesse replies, “They don’t deserve to see you looking so pretty.” He pauses, “Actually, they don’t deserve to see you at all, you’re far too pretty for them.”

You laugh, your head falling back, “You can’t keep me hidden away from them forever.” You finally say, “For one, I work with you.”

“Easy answer, I’ll just make everyone wear blindfolds from now on.” Jesse counters and then he winks and pulls you into a deep kiss.

“You’re impossible,” You say, slightly breathless once he finally breaks the kiss.

“Oh, absolutely.” He agrees, and his hand slides up to your shoulder, slowly pushing the strap of your dress down, “You know, my mesh’la, I’m thinking I want to do a different type of dance now.”

“Oh?” You ask, your eyes dancing. “The kind of dance that requires me to take my dress off?”

“Well,” He replies very innocently, “I wouldn’t want it to get dirty, you see.”

“Oh, what a gentleman.” You mock swoon.

His grin becomes very sharp, “Oh trust me sweetheart, I’m not going to be a gentleman for very long.” He kisses you, long and hard, “Shoes off, love.” He breathes against your lips. 

You giggle, and kick your heels off, only to squeal when he scoops you into his arms, “Jesse!”

He bumps his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with desire, “Mm. I think I’m going to keep you to myself for the night.”

He carries you into your bedroom, and kicks the door shut behind him, your giggles echoing through the apartment, as soft music continues to play.

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

Seventh Year: A Finale Bonus Scene 1

The last year's bonus scenes! I don't have that many for this year, but this is one of them.

This is probably self-explanatory as to when it takes place. :3

Bonus Scene 2

Bonus Scene 3

Bonus Scene 4

**

“Hi, Dean.” Ginny sat down across from him in the Common Room.

Dean looked up from frowning at his essay. He immediately looked a little wary on seeing Ginny’s face. “Hi, Ginny. Can I help you?”

“Yes!” Ginny propped her chin up on her hands, giving him a winning smile. “You have the book, right? The one my brothers gave you?”

“Yeees.” Dean looked even warier now. 

“Come off it; I’m not asking so I can edit anything. I’m asking if you have any idea who’s still in the running.”

Neville arrived, sitting down on another squashy armchair, this one next to Dean. This seemed to make Dean even more suspicious.

“I can check. Is there a reason you’re asking?” Dean eyed the two of them like they were plotting something, which was so rude. They were plotting nothing.

Ginny shrugged. “Well, it might be relevant.”

Dean paused, giving her a closer look. “Relevant?”

“Incidentally, what counts as hard proof?”

There was a moment where Dean did nothing but just stare at Ginny. It was like the moment where a difficult spell started forming before casting, as Dean abruptly sprung to his feet, walking significantly faster than normal up the stairs to the dorms. He was back in a few minutes, sitting and dropping a familiar book on top of his unfinished essay. He carefully opened it and started turning pages.

Ginny caught sight of her brothers’ familiar writing in careful columns. Eventually Dean’s filled the pages, bets having been placed after Fred and George graduated.

Dean rifled through the book for a little, checking something, before he came to a stop, staring down at the page.

“Well?” Ginny asked impatiently.

Dean checked the page again. “It would seem to be Dumbledore.”

Dumbledore?

“He even specified an approximate time,” Dean said, baffled. “I mean, the others did, too, but he’s the only one who has it for now.” He looked up at Ginny. “And why did you want to know this?”

“You should probably start collecting bets now,” Ginny said.

Dean’s eyebrows flew up. “Wait, seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Dean paused. “Where’s your proof?”

“What counts as hard proof?” Ginny asked. “If you’re going to say someone has to catch them snogging, you can keep dreaming.” Michael would never let that happen.

“They told us it was worked out,” Neville said, “and said that was all the proof they’d offer.”

“Malfoy did say he’d dance in the Great Hall,” Ginny added.

Dean’s eyes widened. “He what?”

“It was a joke,” Neville quickly said. “Neither of them will do that.”

“What’s happening?” Seamus came up to lean on the back of Dean’s chair. “You never pull that out now.”

Dean stared down at the book. “The bet’s called,” he said blankly.

Seamus laughed. “Ha, good one, mate.”

“No, from what they’re saying, the bet’s done.” Dean picked up his quill, then made a note next to the column that presumably had Dumbledore’s name.

Seamus gaped, leaning over more. “You’re pulling the other one. Did they seriously get it together now?” He’d raised his voice here, multiple people shooting curious glances their way. 

“Yes,” Neville confirmed. “Malfoy was driving me barmy at the end.”

He really had been behaving oddly. Ginny had seen Luna pull him aside multiple times, likely to speak to him about what was wrong. Michael had definitely noticed and had seemed a little more stressed than usual, akin to what he had looked like during Malfoy’s Death Eater phase.

But now…

It was strange seeing Malfoy keep shooting Michael looks out of the corner of his eye and then quickly looking away when Michael turned. He looked almost more approachable, giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Well, it probably wasn’t fair to call it a crush at this point.

Ginny wasn’t even jealous. She could remember her own in the beginning, although she couldn’t recall when it had shifted to something else. Not a crush, not romantic, but steady. Maybe it had been during her fourth year when she realized he wasn’t an untouchable force of nature. That he doubted and questioned and didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know what Malfoy saw. There were easier relationships to have, but it seemed like this was what he wanted.

Michael definitely seemed to have relaxed more. He didn’t behave any differently that Ginny had noticed, but he wasn’t quite so tense. And he was definitely more mindful of Draco.

“They figured it out,” Ginny stated. 

“That’ll be the hard proof,” Dean said. “I’m not going up to ask either of them about this. Malfoy would eviscerate me and I remember what happened last time when people asked Hopkins personal questions.”

“What’s the what now?” Ron asked, approaching Ginny’s side. “We could hear you from across the Common Room.”

“Hopkins and Malfoy tied the knot,” Seamus immediately said.

Neville coughed, promptly covering his mouth so it sounded less like a laugh.

Ron’s eyes widened. “They what?” His incredulous voice could definitely be heard throughout the entire tower, heads raising and people looking over curiously.

This was going to be the theme tonight. Michael and Malfoy owed them for this.

[merlions]

112 hours and 285 rows. sticks m'legy out real far for size reference etc etc

I'm starting this new post bc the old one was getting too long. here is the adventure from the beginning :)

finally got a longer fuckin circular needle cause the one i was using was ridiculous. still on my star trek bullshit though i finished tos and all the movies so i'm on tng now.

i spent all fuckin day bein like "UGH i am getting NOTHING DONE fuckin AGAIN" but then i just now at 3.30am was reviewing my day and like i woke up at a reasonable hour, wrote a long poem, knitted a bunch, went on a fuck ton of errands and actually enjoyed them, drew some stuff, did my step work homework, and hashtag Crafted a pretty intricate necklace. which i think is more than i've done in the past entire calendar year combined. and yes. as of today, i am?? Back on my adhd meds. yeee boy

[suisui666]

Yeee finally done da beanssss :D✨

They are cute 🥺💕

I getting lazy after pic to pic xD I can't-

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

Knid belongs to meh

Harry belongs to mmizuni_ on Instagram

[little-birdseeker]

Growing Wings - Ch.5 - About Intentions

[<- Chapter 4: Knives are evil!]

“R’naaamo!”, Isabelle yelled from the other side of the room, running towards her mentor and chosen friend, with Jonathan following her slowly. With every passing day, he looked less done after the knife lessons with Isabelle, but continued to be just… tired, in a way, especially after the knife lessons. Isabelle had already asked him if he slept enough, and he insisted he very much did so, but she was not sure. Was he lieing? Perhaps! She should check that out later, for sure! But for now…

“Ah, there you are, Isa. And hey John.” R’namo greeted them both with a friendly smile, and gave the Hyur some back pats. “Come on Jon, smile a bit! Can’t be that bad, can it?”

“As if you’d know…”

“Hm, whaaat is not toooo bad?”, interrupted the curious and rather high pitched voice of Isabelle both of the rogues.

“Ah, nothing, Isa, nothing”, R’namo laughed and slapped Jonathans back again, who did not look too happy about the situation he found himself in. But he kept silent as well, and thus left Isabelle wondering what they might have meant.

“So, are you ready? I planned to take a tour through the city today, so follow me closely and do not get distracted by anything, okay?” Isabelle noticed the stern look of her mentor and started nodding. She had to focus! As much as she could! Which… wasn’t a lot to begin with, to be frank, but she was improving a lot with every day.

“Oh and Jon… what do you think? With weapons?”

“She is good enough with them now, I think. And you know how it is.”

“Yeah… better safe than sorry, right?”

“Hmmm? Weeeapons?”, Isabelle asked. What were they talking about? The knives? Certainly the knives! But wasn’t the training today enough?

“Yeah, Isa, the knives”, R’namo started to explain. “When we go out there, we better have some with us. We are rogues, after all, and who knows what might happen today. So we are better off with them than without. You have them with you, Jon?”

The hyur nodded in response. Isabelle had just given them to him, so currently they remained in his hands, as R’namo had earlier mentioned that she might need them later.

With some hesitation, Isabelle took them up again. “Do we… do we neeed them…?”, she asked with some hesitation. It wasn’t that dangerous outside, was it?!

“Ah, no, probably not”, R’namo answered after she gave it some thought. “But as I said, I would rather have some with me than needing them after leaving them here. But on that matter: do you think it would be a good idea to carry them like that?”

“Hm? Is something wrooong with them?” What did R’namo mean? The knives were dangling from her belt, like she had done it all the time! And R’namo was carrying them in the very same way with her, so there could hardly be an issue!

“Wouldn’t say it’s wrong”, Jonathan responded. “But eh…”

“No Jon, let her think, she has to learn. So Isa, there is something wrong. Can you think of any reason why?”

“Uhhh…” This was not something, Isabelle had expected. What could R’namo possibly mean?! The young cat girl took a look at R’namos weapons, then another one at the ones on her belt. No, that was definitely right! But what else…

She heared R’namo sigh. “No, they are fine, Jon taught you well on that matter, I suppose. But no, something else. Imagine we go out like this. What would you expect others think about you?”

“That I am cuuute? And, uhm… happy! Aaand…” The cat girl frowned. Something wasn’t right. She could taste it, kind of! And R’namo was still watching her, as if she hadn’t given the right answer yet. Which was promptly confirmed by a strict “Yes?” from her.

“I, uuuuh… I dunno…”, Isabelle finally mumbled truthfully while looking down at her feet.

“Well, would you call yourself ‘cute’ with those daggers around?” “Oh… yeees? Because I aaam cute! But, uuuh… people would be caaautios, right?”

“Exactly! Especially as you normally do not carry weapons with you.”

In an instant, Isabelle smiled again, and that very proudly! She had found the right answer! With some help, of course, but still!!

“So? What should we do about that?”

“Uuuhm… so I have to leeeave the daggers here? But diiidn’t you say to-” “Yes, Isa, I did say to take them with you”, R’namo interrupted her thoughts with a sigh. “I want you to carry knives with you. Hidden knives.”

“Wha-?”, Isabelles gasped. “But! But that's eeevil!”

“How so?”, her mentor asked, now seeming to be curious about the girls thoughts.

“Uhm… sooo, you are hiding your inteeentions by hiding the kniiifes! Like, liiike…” “Stabbing someone without them knowing you have weapons with you?” “Yes!!”

R’namo nodded slowly, so she seemed to understand what the girl ment.

“But is that your intention?”

“Hm? Myyy intention?”

“Do you want to stab people just like that?” “Whaaat? Nooo, i would neeever!” “So how can you hide your evil intention if you actually do not have that intention at all?”

For a moment, Isabelle stared blankly at R’namo, the gears spinning in her head. Was it evil? Was it not? Well, R’namo had a point, after all. But she could still- well, she would never do that, of course! Or would she? If someone was in trouble? Or she herself? What was right, what was wrong?

And so, her ultimate decision was… to slowly start sniffing and crying.

“Oh Isa…” The other Miqo’te bent down to her, to embrace her in a hug. “I didn’t… listen. Have I gone too far with the questions? I have, right?”

Some quick nods came from the sniffing young girl who wasn’t sure about the world she had gotten to know.

“Okay. Think of this. You are both right and wrong. I know, that sounds silly. But it is the truth. The thing is, those bandits and all of the evil people you think of… of course they will hide their weapons. Why shouldn’t they? People will feel safe around them, and so they can do whatever they plan by surprising them with their evil intentions. But on the other side, there are people like you. People that just want to protect themselve, or others if necessary. You never show them to anyone, if you don’t have to. And as you have no ill intentions, you can hardly be called evil.” “B-buuut! What if I am found ooout?!”, Isabelle mumbled into R’namos shoulder.

“Then you have to explain that. People will understand. As it’s the same with carrying them on display. Adventurers and guards, you name it. You see them and are not afraid, as you know they have no ill intentions, no they might even be there to protect you! And then there are the pirates that display their strength and might and that you should not mess with them. And the same principles apply to those that hide them. There are both - the good and the bad. But as long as you have good intentions, everything is fine. Okay?”

One last sniff, before Isabelle looked into R’namos face. And nodded. It made more sense now, even though Isabelle wasn’t too happy about it. But if R’namo said that… she had promised her to be honest to her. The mighty pinky promise. So it had to be the truth!

“There is just one thing you have to keep in mind”, came from Jonathan, who had been silent for the last minute. “Whether the knives can be seen or not - if you carry them, be ready to use them.”

“But… but R’naaamo said-” “She said what she said, yes, and she is right. You are not evil by hiding them, and you can go on without ever having to use them. But there might be an occasion where you need them. No, there will be an occasion where you have to use them. And if you don’t have the guts to use them once needed… you are better off without them.”

“He is right, Isa”, R’namo told the girl in her arms, who still seemed to be somewhat paralyzed by their conversation. “It’s… like your needle! You carry it with the intention to use it whenever it may be needed, right? Like with the girls when you first came here! Or when you patched my shirt!”

Finally, it clicked. Of course. A tool. A tool for protection. Like R’namo had told her before. Like the needle for mending and sewing!

“Can… caaan i hide just ooone knife…?”

“For now? Of course, if you feel better that way.”

“Theeen i will try!”

One knife was given to John, the other one remained with Isabelle, who looked rather confused about the situation. Where could she…? “R’naaamo…?” “You don’t know how to hide it?” Isabelle nodded.

“Well. Let me explain the basics!”

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(Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! More will be added the coming days and will be linked here and on Isabelles story page!)

[Chapter 6: A Not So Subtle Style ->]

[ace-of-zaun]

another part of 'Drunk Mind, Sober Heart'? Yeees please

A/N: Thank you for requesting!! <3 -el x

young!silco x gn!reader, 2.7k words, SFW

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, hangovers, love confessions, slow dancing my beloved

Part 1 | Part 3

-

Up until now, you’d despised the nights when Silco got drunk because more often than not, it led to your heart breaking a little bit more each time he did. But the outcome of this particular drunken escapade had been the exact opposite. 

It had healed your heart in a way that you never thought would be possible.

You’d woken after a brief, restless sleep with Silco’s confession still rattling around in your head. Blankly staring at the ceiling, you’d then spent the next twenty minutes fighting the urge to scream in frustration, if only to avoid waking up the very man who was haunting your every thought.

He probably wouldn’t even remember that he said it, so what’s the point getting so screwed up about it?

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was just drunk and definitely didn’t mean it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that alongside everything else he’d said and done last night, there was something more to it. 

Silco was known for choosing his words carefully, drunk or not. 

Driven by the need to check on him, you force yourself to get up and make your way down  the corridor to his bedroom, a heavy, indescribable feeling brewing in your chest with each trudging step. But he’s not there.

A quick check reveals that he’s not in the bathroom either, as you find the door wide open and the tiny room empty. 

Hmm. You really hadn’t expected him to be up so early, not with how much he’d obviously had to drink last night. 

So you begin to make your way down the stairs to the bar when the rolling sound of Silco’s voice halts you mid-step. You unceremoniously clutch onto the bannister to stop yourself from tumbling down the stairs, the old wood faintly creaking in the wake of your desperate motions.

Frozen in your tracks, you listen intently, trying not to make any noise that would reveal your presence. 

“Seriously, Vander, I’ve fucked everything up,” you hear Silco mutter in his rough morning voice, that always makes your heart feel all fluttery. 

“What exactly did you say?”

“I literally said goodnight, I love you,” Silco recounts, punctuating it with a heavy sigh. 

Ah. So he did remember. 

“Shit, Silco…” Vander exhales, “Well, do you?”

You wait in anticipation for a concerning amount of time, enough that your stomach begins to twist in horror at the very obvious silence. 

Maybe you had read it all wrong. 

Fuck, you’d gotten your hopes up for nothing when he was just drunk. You’d-

“Yeah, of course I do,” Silco finally replies, in a tone that leaves absolutely no room for interpretation. 

Your breath catches and it feels like the whole world has just burst into colour.

He loves you back. Silco loves you back. 

As you exhale shakily, you can’t help the giddy smile that takes over your face. 

But Vander’s voice soon cuts through the euphoria, “What are you gonna do now?” 

“I don’t know, I-”

A minute shift of your weight means that you accidentally hit the creaky part of the floorboard on the step, and you’re forced to continue your journey down the stairs in a panic, lest they figure out you were eavesdropping the whole time. 

As you enter the bar, walking as casually as you can, Silco’s gaze instantly snaps over to you and his eyes widen slightly, which you probably wouldn’t have noticed if you’d not been looking for it. He’s slumped on a bar stool whilst Vander is behind the bar, sluggishly cleaning a pint glass on auto-pilot. 

“Morning, boys, how’s the hangover treating you both?” you say cheerfully as you cross over to them, your heart still beating rapidly in your chest. 

They both groan and you chuckle in response. 

Placing yourself down on the stool directly next to Silco, you can’t help but jostle his shoulder when you notice that he’s still wearing the same clothes he went out and slept in.

“Nice pyjamas,” you parrot his own greeting to you last night.   

Silco gives you an unimpressed look that would send anyone else running, but it only prompts an entirely innocent smile from you. 

Oh, this man is going to be sorely mistaken if he thinks you’re not going to spend the next few months winding him up over last night.

You turn your attention to Vander, surreptitiously bringing the beer mat Silco had gifted you last night out of your pocket.

“Pour me a pint, Vander, I want to put my new gift to good use.”

Both men look at you like you’re crazy until you wiggle the beer mat in front of you. 

Silco groans loudly in embarrassment.

“Hey, Van, did you know that I’m smoo-”

You’re abruptly cut off by Silco clamping his hand over your mouth. 

“Stop,” he groans, extending the vowel exaggeratedly, “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?”

You giggle and remove his hand from your mouth, leaving him to cover his face with his hands, all the while thoroughly messing up his bed hair even more with his long fingers.

“So, what are you up to today?” you ask.

“Oh, you know, thinking about tossing myself into the River Pilt.”

You shake your head at his dramatics. This boy. This ridiculous, foolish, gorgeous boy. 

“I’ll come and watch then, I can give you a score out of 10 for your diving skills,” you tease. 

“Cheers,” he mumbles through his palms. 

“Well, I gotta go down to Benzo’s and sell him some junk so we can pay off our tab from last night,” Vander cuts in, closely watching the two of you bicker like an old married couple.

You almost blanch at the sound of his booming voice. To be honest, you’d forgotten he was standing there, too preoccupied with how Silco was doing to even remember the other presence in the room. 

Sil grunts in response while you simultaneously nod at Vander in acknowledgement, leaving him to stumble tiredly out of the bar mumbling something about Sevika stealing all his money.

But before he disappears through the door, he manages to give Silco a very pointed look, which Silco returns with his own meaningful glare. A silent conversation that you’re pretty sure you understand after overhearing their conversation earlier. 

When Vander is gone, you’re struck with the realisation that for the first time since last night, you’re once again alone with Silco. Except this time, you finally know for certain that Silco loves you back.

One glance at him reveals that he’s looking a little more worse-for-wear than you’d originally realised. You lean forward to peer at him more closely. 

“Seriously, though, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just got a headache” he replies, before sheepishly rubbing his forehead, avoiding your gaze, “Hey, uh, thanks for last night… I really appreciate it.” 

“Of course,” you tell him sincerely, automatically even. 

The exchange feels eerily familiar up until you recognise it as being almost verbatim from the night before, except this time you’d been brave enough to give him the response he deserved. 

You suddenly feel an inexplicable change in the atmosphere and Silco finally looks up at you. You wonder if he felt it too. 

His expression drops into something you struggle to name, whilst his eyes tick over your face like he’s only just truly seeing you for the very first time. 

You put a hand on his knee and lean in slightly closer, his eyes widening at the contact. 

“Silco, I think we-”

Loud footsteps on the stairs cause you to jump and whip your head around, just in time to see Sevika trudge into the bar. She looks just as hungover as the boys, if not more. 

And just like that, all the air has been sucked back into the room, the little bubble you and Silco had been in now popped. 

“Morning, Vika,” you call across the bar. 

“Shut up, you’re far too loud,” she snarls, slumping into a booth.

You can’t help but laugh.

When you turn back to Silco, he’s still looking at you in the same grandeur way as before, but you quickly decide that there’s no way you’re talking to him about his confession whilst Sevika is in the room. 

It crosses your mind that you should probably come up with a way to properly tell him. You know, make it a special moment, one that really shows him how much you care about him. 

“Right, I need to go pick up some stuff from the market,” you say, gently patting his knee twice before standing up, “I’ll let you have some peace and quiet.”

But Silco obviously isn’t done with you yet because he grabs your hand as you move to leave. Like a car being jump started, the sudden contact from him acts like a spark for an idea on how to finally tell him that you love him. 

You slowly look down at the way he’s holding your hand and then back up at his face.

Silco says your name in a low, bordering on desperate voice, but you cut him off before he can speak again. 

“Hey, when you’re done perfecting your diving, come find me later. I want to show you something,” you tell him, offering him a smile. 

And that must satisfy whatever he was going to say because he returns your smile and nods, causing your heart to beat rapidly in your chest again. 

Gods, the effect this man has on you. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you say, quickly squeezing his hand and letting go to leave the bar.

You were going to make sure Silco knows exactly how you feel before the day is over. 

-

With the beer mat Silco had given you now proudly sitting on your desk as decoration, you’d gotten dressed in your best outfit, ready to finally reveal your long-held feelings to him. A reminder of the happiest day of your life thus far, you’d planned to treasure that little piece of cardboard for the rest of your life (or at least until Silco gets fed up with you teasing him mercilessly about it, of course). 

Now walking through the dusty streets of Zaun with the man himself, you fight the urge to hold his hand, if only to not spoil the surprise when you finally disclose that his feelings aren’t as one-sided as you’d both thought. 

He’s looking much better now after a shower and a change of clothes, and is no longer squinting at the city lights since you’d also bought him some painkillers at the market with your meagre savings. 

It was completely worth dipping into your funds though. To physically see his headache melt away from him, his features infinitely more relaxed than they were this morning in the bar. 

But, there’s barely enough time to admire his profile as you walk beside him because you finally arrive at your destination, stopping abruptly outside the entrance to the abandoned cannery. 

Silco looks surprised as his eyes dart from the building’s entrance to your face, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. But all you offer him is a knowing smile, leading him through the dark building and down the stairs until you’re in front of the huge glass pane carved out of the underground rock. 

You both approach the glass slowly, drinking in the deep dark of the underwater, the glow of the sealife lighting up the murky waters. There’s life down there that you never even knew existed. The River Pilt being so toxic from run-off pollution, you doubt the majority of Zaun’s citizens were aware that it housed an entirely new population, one that wasn’t too dissimilar to Zaun itself. 

There’s a brief moment where you forget that Silco is even there, caught up in the beauty of the scene in front of you, until his fingers gently bump against yours.

Your attention is quickly snatched away from one exquisite sight to another, as you gaze up at Silco standing beside you. The expression in his seafoam eyes paints a picture of pure wonder, like he’s witnessing the discovery of an entirely new world. 

You take in the way his jaw is slack and his crooked teeth peek out between the flesh of his scarred lips. His breathing is almost as shallow as yours. 

A creature suddenly shoots past the window and your eyes snap back towards the river, drinking in the scene for a few more spellbinding moments. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you whisper, almost like you’re afraid you’ll scare it all away if you speak too loudly. 

“Breathtaking.” 

At the sound of Silco’s gravelly voice, you turn to look up at him again, finding him already staring at you. He immediately takes notice of the tiny quirk of your lips.

Silco begins to snake his arms around your waist and pull you towards him, but before he can you grab his hand and lace your fingers with his, holding it up in the air. He pauses and his brows furrow in confusion when you tentatively place your other hand on his chest. 

“Excuse me, I was pinky promised a dance,” you say coyly. 

There’s a few beats of silence before he smirks in recognition. 

“I think you’ll find that you promised me a dance,” he replies. 

“Ah, so you do remember.”

“Of course I remember,” he smirks. 

Silco’s arm continues its journey round your waist and his fingers gently squeeze yours as he begins to sway you both a little bit. Your breath catches and your eyes instantly drop down to your hand splayed on his chest. 

“I wonder if you remember some of the other things you said to me last night,” you mumble nervously, “And this morning to Vander.”

When your eyes flick up to gauge his reaction, you feel your stomach twist at his fallen expression. He stops moving but keeps his grip on you, like you’d fade away if he let go for even a second. 

Silco mumbles your name in a tone that sounds heart-wrenchingly cautious. 

“I… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just-”

The hand on his chest moves up as you put your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately. 

“Silco, it’s fine. I feel the same,” you tell him softly. 

You watch in fascination as his expression melts from worry into pure surprise. In fact, he looks so shell-shocked, you find yourself curling your hand up and around his shoulder. A gentle squeeze breaks him from his reverie. 

“You do?” he says in an adorably hopeful voice.

You nod, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face. 

Silco’s features soften into pure happiness as he pulls you even closer, drinking in the warmth of your love. 

“I was worried you didn’t mean it because you were drunk, but when I heard you talking to Vander this morning…” you say, hoping he understands your trepidation. 

His hand drops yours to gently cup your cheek, so he can deliver his next confession whilst staring deep into your eyes. 

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Suddenly, it’s as if nothing else in the world matters. Nothing but him and you. 

“I love you too, Silco. Have done for a long time,” you whisper shakily.  

He smiles again and takes hold of your hand, resuming your slow dance. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks curiously. 

“I don’t know… I guess I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same,” you admit. 

“Well, I do,” he affirms, “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it.”

Silco’s arm around you tightens until you’re flush against his chest and he leans down, capturing your lips in the sweetest, most ardent kiss you’ve ever had. 

His scarred lips moving against yours feels overwhelmingly natural and you swear it’s going to be your downfall. 

When you both pull back for breath, you rest your head against his shoulder and allow him to lead you in a serene slow dance, accompanied only by the peaceful sound of the underwater and your intermingling sighs of contentment. 

You dance long into the night, until you can’t remember anything except the feel of Silco pressed against you, just like he was always meant to be. 

PART 3

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A/N: slow dancing with silco is the only thing that will fix my broken heart, i’m convinced of it 😔

- Taglist: @anotherromanticpoet @pinkrose1422 @steponmesilco

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canvas of comfort: when tattoos mend hearts in the dark <3

ellie williams x cat 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

AN: lol. i don’t know how to write but i never see ellie x cat stories so i thought i’d give it a shot. this is not edited. why did i try writing. let me know what you think!! xx

tags: ellie williams x cat, tlou universe, first kiss kinda, soft ellie, baby ellie, jackson’s resident tattoo artist cat, the story we never got but deserved, background joel + ellie <33

After turning over the idea numerous times in her head, Ellie gave in. The bite mark was, for the most part, hidden. Ridges and indents from the remnants of her old self-instilled chemical burn perfectly blended the curved marks of infected teeth— not exactly pretty, but it did the job. She received a real scolding from Joel when he found out what she had done.

~~ flashback ~~

Ellie didn’t know what to do once she rinsed off the chemical mixture with water. Her skin flamed a bright red, and the shirt stuffed in her mouth was entirely soaked through with saliva. She was dizzy with pain, and the air against her forearm felt like needles. The burn didn’t seem to be getting better the more she rinsed.

Ellie heaved a sigh, “Well fuck me.” She knew what she had to do… or more, who she had to face. Joel was going to absolutely murder her.

She loosely wrapped her arm in the softest shirt she could find, and used her good arm to pat her face with water- hopefully reducing the hot pink flush across her cheeks. Feeling this was the most normal she was gonna look, Ellie quickly snuck her way towards the main house, praying to God she wouldn’t run into anyone.

It’d be hard to explain exactly why she decided to melt off a layer of her skin in the middle of the night.

~~

“Are you crazy? Ellie, you could have been seriously injured! What if it burned off more than just your skin?”

“I’m fine Joel! It’s not a big deal! You said we needed to figure a way to hide it from the others, so I found us a way.”

“This is not what I meant when I said that! We don’t have doctors here in Jackson.. let alone the right supplies at the moment to let this properly heal. We’ll have to keep this bandaged for now. You’re lucky I have patrol in Teton tomorrow morning, I’ll stop by that pharmacy there first thing. You were scheduled for patrol in Wilson, correct?”

“Yes… I can still g-“

“Absolutely not. You’re staying here until I get back tomorrow. Don’t go putting anything else on it. I mean it. I’ll tell Maria you’re not feeling well, you hear me?”

“Yeees, Joooeel. What you say goes.”

“Thank you, Joel?”

“Thank you, Joel.”

~ flash-forward ~

Ellie finds her way to Cat’s place, a small old back-house on the far edge of Jackson. Cat had agreed to do the tattoo, after much convincing that it would be perfectly fine to do over her old injury. Ellie had brought her notebook with her, several pages with sketches dedicated to potential designs.

She knocks on the door, shifting with anticipation. “Hey Cat. It’s me, Ellie, here for, uh, you know,” she calls through the wood.

The door opens, Cat’s face peeking through. Her dark eyes slide down to meet Ellie’s as she smiles. “Oh hey Els, come on in,” she beckons, widening the space between the door frame to let Ellie slide in under her arm. “Sorry ‘bout the mess, it’s from last night’s whole fiasco. You should’ve come!”

Ellie chuckles, scratching behind her ear out of nerves. “Yeah yeah, next time. Joel and I were having a movie night.”

She follows Cat towards her room, stepping over bunches of paper and books, before finally entering the dimly lit space.

“You guys and your movies. Cute. I don’t have like a tattoo chair or anything so you can just sit on my bed by that table. It’ll be more comfortable anyways.” Cat motions.

She goes around the room, picking up a few materials and such before dragging a small stool to the edge of the bed.

She sits down, straddling it, as Ellie, wide-eyed, watches. “You coming or what?” Cat laughs, head tilted over her shoulder to peek at her.

“Yeah, sorry”, Ellie mumbles, ears blushing, as she moved her way onto the foot of the bed. She shuffles backwards to lean against the wall and hands Cat the sketchbook, already flipped open to one of her drawings.

“I was thinking something like this, just around here,” Ellie points to her scabbed forearm.

“I like it. You’re quite the artist aren’t you,” Cat teases.

“Ha- ha. Shut up,” Ellie says, rolling her eyes.

Cat grins, eyes glinting with laughter before pulling Ellie’s arm off her lap and onto the table.

“Let me know if it hurts, okay? This’ll take a couple sessions, so we can take breaks whenever, just let me know.”

Ellie hums an okay, and Cat moves to get started.

~~

After a painful 2 hours, Cat decides they’ve made enough progress, and scribbles down a couple of dates for Ellie’s next sessions. The afternoon had been filled with slow chatter, warm smiles, and soft touches. Ellie was completely unable to tear her eyes away from Cat as she worked.

Everything about her was hypnotizing: the way strands of her jet-black hair fell out of her loose bun, framing her sharp olive cheekbones, how the veins on her hands pronounced with every motion, the way Cat peeked through her eyelashes at Ellie to make sure she was okay to keep going…

Ellie hoped she didn’t notice the raised goosebumps on her skin. She had never felt so nervous around another person here at Jackson, but there was just something about Cat that had Ellie’s heart in hummingbird mode.

Her piercing appearance contrasted greatly with her gentle mannerisms, and Ellie felt entirely succumbed to her.

~~

It was just about afternoon and her final session at Cat’s, and Ellie couldn’t help but feel disappointed, knowing she wouldn’t have any more excuses to spend hours alone at Cat’s, pressed close together hovering over her arm.

“Hey Els,” Cat greets, her eyebrow raised. “You ready to finish this up?”

“Hi Cat,” Ellie smiles, “Thanks for doing this.”

“Sure thing,” Cat says, as they trail into the bedroom.

Ellie settles in her typical spot, fingers drumming on the table as Cat preps her station with all her tools. By now they’ve fallen into an easy routine, actions on autopilot, Cat humming some 80s tune under her breath as she inks.

An hour or so passes before Cat looks up, meeting Ellie’s enamored green eyes, and says, “Well… I’m all done here. You like it?”

Ellie tears her eyes away, stumbling over her words as she gawks at Cat’s beautiful work etched onto her skin. “That’s crazy good, I-what do I owe you?”

Cat laughs as if Ellie’s just told her one of her pocketbook jokes. She moves onto the bed as her laughter fades, pushing aside Ellie to make room to sit. Her gaze slowly traces up from Ellie’s forearm to her lips- then her eyes.

Cat’s hooded expression grows darker, and she asks just above a whisper, “What can you give me?” She sounds absolutely carnal, her head turned just enough for their noses to hover not even a centimeter away from one another.

Mind-fogged and pupils blown, Ellie breathes out the only word that comes to mind, “Anything.”

She blinks and Cat’s moved on top of her, straddling her thighs, core hovered just above Ellie’s hips and lips crashing to meet her own. It’s filled with passion, but so soft at the same time, just like Cat. She tastes like soda and cigarettes, and Ellie lifts her hands to rest on Cat’s waist, when her freshly done tattoo brushes against the bedsheet.

It’s as if she’s just been dumped with a bucket of ice water, and instinctively, Ellie throws Cat off of her onto the other side of the bed. “What the fuck, Cat?”, she yells.

Her fingers meet her lips as she touches them, face paled, and her heart in her stomach. Cat’s expression matches her own.

“Shit. Sorry, it’s just-“ She’s infected. I just infected her, was all Ellie could think. What came out of her mouth was, “Let’s go for a walk.”

Cat pauses, her hair now tousled as she tucks in her lips. Looking down, she quietly responds, “Yeah, okay.”

~~

The pair paints quite the picture, a rather buff woman covered in tattoos following after a shorter blushing brunette (redhead?? how does one classify auburn 😭) through the greenery filled outdoors.

Cat is the first to break the silence. Clearing her throat, she says, “Hey Ellie I’m s-“.

“No, no, listen,” Ellie cuts her off. She turns around to face Cat, eyebrows scrunched together as she looks up. “I- I, uh,” Ellie stumbles over her words. She doesn’t know how to break the news, how to explain her past, how Cat will react if she tells her she might turn because of their kiss.

Cat’s head falls to the side, a soft, pained smile gracing her pink lips as she murmurs, “You don’t have to explain yourself. I totally misread the vibe.”

Shaking her head Ellie tries to explain, “Cat-“

“I’m sor-“, Cat apologizes.

“I’ve never kissed anyone! I was nervous!” Ellie blurts out.

Cat’s eyebrows jump up as her mouth gapes open, trying to make feel for the words she wants to say. She lands upon the word, “Oh”, a laugh bursting from her chest as a heartwarming smile spreads across her face.

Ellie, knowing the truth and finding the situation a whole lot less amusing, groans, “Caaaat. Stop it, it’s not funny!” I mean, there was a chance she wouldn’t turn, right?

Cat ignores Ellie’s arguments, still laughing and grabs her hand, pulling her back towards the house, teasing, “C’mon, Els, no need to get all scared of me. I don’t bite.”

You might in a couple of hours, Ellie thinks.

~~

It’s half past 3 in the morning, and Ellie is anything but tired. The garage- turned room is filled with sounds of Cat’s sleepy snores, and Ellie watches (creep 🙄) as her chest rises and falls with her breathing.

The movie is long over, Cat not staying awake to see the ending, and Ellie quietly thanks the heavens for Cat’s exhaustion. She hasn’t shown any signs of infection yet, luckily, but Ellie isn’t going to take any chances.

In the meantime, she takes in Cat’s seraphic features. Her lips are just barely parted, slightly cracking due to the dry air. Ellie wants to wet them with her own. Strands of Cat’s short, black hair fall across the bridge of her nose as she shifts onto her side. Ellie reaches out to tuck them behind her ear, ever so gently, so as not to disturb her slumber.

The night passes and the morning comes, and Ellie stays, her face rested on the crook of her arm, eyes peeking over to watch Cat’s face. Soon enough, Cat inhales deeply and her eyes flutter open to meet Ellie’s stare. “Hey, stalker.” she whispers. The rasp in Cat’s voice pulls at Ellie’s heartstrings and she blushes a scarlet red, feeling caught. Her embarrassment is quickly overturned by the surging relief of Cat’s normal condition. “How do you feel?” tone hopeful, she can’t help but ask.

Cat lifts herself to lean on one arm before smoothly responding, “Like I want to kiss you again.”

Ellie lets her relief crash over as she smiles, still blushing, and leans in to press it into Cat’s matching grin. She can’t help but sigh into the kiss, before moving her lips more fervently, more hungrily, scrambling to take in as much of Cat as she can.

Finally Ellie leans away, falling back into the mattress, bouncing when she lands. Cat chuckles, “Not so nervous anymore, are we?”

Ellie doesn’t even complain about her teasing. She tucks her smile into the pillow, saying, “Just kiss me.”

AN: they’re so cute 😭😭. pov me blushing and kicking my feet at my own writing. i just needed this so bad.