#It’s like watching the same disaster happen twice

[anonymous-dentist]

Hi, I’m A.D., I’m a historian, and let’s talk about the nuclear bomb and why the one that exploded at the end of QSMP’s Purgatory Event probably didn’t kill all that many people upon initially exploding.

The nuclear bomb, as everybody knows, has only ever been used in a war twice. Both explosions were caused by the United States in their war against Japan at the tail end of World War Two in one final terrible last ditch attempt at ending the war through any means necessary.

Pictured above are the atomic explosions at Hiroshima (left) and Nagasaki (right.)

These are big huge clouds, which makes sense! Nuclear weapons, on average, have the strength of somewhere between 10 and 50 megatons of TNT. Hydrogen bombs, meanwhile, are WAY worse, with the first test coming in at a whopping 10 MILLION tons of TNT.

To put it in Minecraft terms for all you nerds out there, imagine Doomsday from the Dream SMP and how it razed an entire nation to bedrock level by using somewhere in the range of 20 stacks of TnT (if I’m remembering correctly.) A nuclear bomb, in these terms, would have blown L’Manberg up something like eight times over and then some.

So that’s. Bad. Right?

Well, here’s the QSMP’s bomb as was constructed by our favorite depressed detective, q!Maximus:

This bomb, notably, is underground. It was never dug up, it was just moved somewhere else. It isn’t above ground, and it never left this room. Watch the cutscene back (linked here), the bomb never left the room.

So this is where underground nuclear testing comes in.

Underground testing began in 1951, and it remains the only form of scientific nuclear testing not banned by the Limited Test Ban Treaty of 1963.

No big surprise, a lot of early underground tests were conducted by the US out in Nevada, where they kinda tested nukes legit fucking EVERYWHERE in the desert for a long time. Below are some photos, just for funsies:

What’s important about underground nuclear explosions is that they actually end up releasing less radiation into the atmosphere than regular nukes do. What happens beyond that depends on whether or not the radiation remains contained.

A contained explosion’s aftermath:

And an uncontained explosion’s aftermath:

There hasn’t really been many negative biological effects reported from these underground tests, which is really saying something considering how close to nuclear blasts the US had its guys at most of the time (see below)

The worst you got out of the underground tests was some radioactivity in cows’ milk, which is NOTHING compared to the effects of the above-ground nuclear testing at the Nevada Site:

So… what does this mean for the QSMP?

Well, if we’re going off of historical and scientific precedent, legitimately nothing substantial happened to the islands of Purgatory. There’s more of a risk of dying from the pre-established radioactive rain disaster effects as well as the earthquake and meteor disasters.

Fun fact! Underground nuclear explosions usually registered as weaker than actual fault line activity, aka actual earthquakes.

If Maxo’s nuke was dropped from above, the devastation would be greater. Nuclear fallout is no joke; even today, cancer rates in the American West are still pretty high from the above-ground testing conducted at the Nevada Site. The Bikini Atoll will never be the same after all the testing the US did there, either.

But, because this nuke seemed to have gone off underground, I can safely assume that the damage done to the islands above was minimal at worst. Maybe there’s a radioactivity leak, but everybody staying on the islands had already experienced radiation up to that point.

It’s important to remember this because several characters did stay behind on the islands, and the fandom is assuming them dead because, well. A nuke went off. But those characters aren’t dead yet (outside of q!Maxo, who was possibly directly above the nuke when it went off and thus would’ve been hit full-force by the explosion.) Many were on the beach, far from the the nuke. They’re fine, and you can prove it with history!

TLDR; the nuke from the end of Purgatory was assumedly set off underground, which would have negated a lot of its potential damage, so everybody’s fine except for the unfortunately deceased q!Maxo

[captainofthedauntless]

Wants

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader needs help wrapping gifts at the last second before a party. Leo's their hero. And a huge distraction. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. An attempt at Spanish by a very not Spanish speaking writer. Established relationship. Arguably steamy. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: IDK what the fuck happened here.

See, here's the thing.

You are extremely, incredibly kissable.

He knows this. He knows this like he knows his swords are sharp. He knows it in his bones.

He also knows you have somewhere to be.

(Really, his motives were good. He came over just to help you finish wrapping your friend's birthday gifts (okay, and give you shit for only now getting around to it). He just wanted to be a supportive boyfriend and make sure you had time to get ready in peace.)

And yet, because he's either an idiot or an asshole, here he is, boxing you in at your table and kissing you.

See, the thing... you look really, really good. And you smiled at him when you walked out of your room, all dressed up and looking forward to the party you're going to and grateful for his help.

And he's only human- turtle- hm.

He's not immune, is his point.

So here you are, getting kissed, and his hands are on your waist and yours are grabbing handfuls of his shirt and he's very, very happy.

It's only when you gasp against him- his hand slipped, okay, he hadn't meant to squeeze your hip like that- and the sound makes his heart skip one beat and crash into another that he realizes- with all of the force of getting hit by a train- that he has to stop.

It's like cutting off his own arm.

But he does it, he pulls back- pushes back against every fiber of his being that wants to keep you close enough that he can almost hear your heartbeat- because you have places to be.

And you deserve much, much better than him being a desperate disaster against your dining table.

Now he's staring.

He's staring and his hands are still on your waist and your hip and he has to stop. Has to. Needs to. Like, muy rápido, right now, yesterday has to stop.

"...Hi," He says, voice all shaky and gooey through his grin.

"Hi," You repeat, a little dazed as you're still clinging to his shirt.

You're smiling at him again. He's not sure you ever stopped.

Shit. Fuck. He has to walk away.

He wants to keep you there for the rest of your natural lives.

"You gotta go," He mutters grimly, and he realizes how fucked it sounds immediately, and he throws himself into an uncharacteristically jumbled explanation because his brain is still offline. "It's late- you gotta- the thing- I'm- fuck I don't want to stop kissing you."

You cock your head as you process his messy babble, blinking twice, and then you're laughing.

And then he's laughing, because really it's that or take one of your butter knives and portal himself into the ocean, and if he does that he can't do this again.

"I gotta go," You confirm with a wry, bittersweet smile, not letting go of his shirt.

It's going to be so wrinkled.

He literally could not give less of a fuck.

"You gotta go," He repeats, more to himself than you, and you must know that because you're laughing again and you must really not care about... whatever urgent thing you have to go to... whatever that was, because you're not helping him stop like. At all.

You're gonna be the death of him one day.

"Maybe... you could come back by tonight? We could watch that stupid racing movie you've been talking about-"

"It's a heist movie, thank you-"

"-And, uh..."

"Don't say chill. I'll explode. I'll expire."

"I was trying to say cuddle," You say, bashful and exasperated at the same time, somehow. As though he'd ever say no. As if he knows how to say no to you. As though he ever, ever stood a chance.

It's beyond cute. It's enough to make him want to squish you and literally never let you go.

"You gotta go," He groans, his hands darting up to cup your cheeks and squeeze your face softly. "You're gonna drive me insane. What even is this again?"

"Birthday party."

"They'll have another-"

"Leo!" You laugh over his playful persuasion.

"You can send a card-"

"Leo."

"I'll pay for postage. I'll lick the stamp."

"Leonardo," You breathe, all fond exasperation, as though you'd ever let go of his shirt. As though you're any better than he is.

He almost wants to push just a little farther, see what else he can get you to call him.

He really wants to.

He wants a lot of things around you.

And even more when he's not around you.

And now, he's facing min-ee-mum four hours being not around you.

He hates it.

He takes the feeling and balls it up and three-point-shoots it into his mind's trashcan, because you deserve to go and have fun and be merry and all that jazz. He gets you to himself enough- never enough, literally never enough- that he can share.

Plus, he did a fantastic job wrapping those gifts.

And, as easily as he twists and leads and convinces other people, he's played himself right into a corner, because now it's both you deserve him being normal here AND his ego.

He'd be impressed by himself if it weren't for the fact that it means he loses.

He shakes his head a little, because he lost the plot minutes ago and you really gotta go and he's still got you against the table.

"Movie night?" He asks, just to hear you talk. He knows the answer.

"Movie night," You confirm happily, releasing his shirt.

He whines a little. He's barely even embarrassed at this point.

You laugh again and smooth the fabric out, hands warm on his plastron and making him a little insane again, before you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for your help, honey."

"Thank me by making sure those are put front and center on the table, yeah?"

You glance at the boxes- done up in blue ribbon, you notice- and nod. "Art deserves to be displayed," You say seriously, and he's dangerously close to kissing you again because you're perfect.

"Yoooou-"

"Gotta go?" You finish with a knowing grin, eyes smug, head tilted playfully, perfect.

"Extremely, extremely yes. If you don't go I'm never gonna let you go. You gotta go."

"Hm..."

"Nope!" He says quickly, cutting off whatever tease is about to come out of your mouth, clinging to his sanity by half a thread. "Nope, nope, you are taking those boxes and you are going and you're going to have a great time and be safe and that is final."

"Are you telling me or yourself?"

Perfect. The death of him. Smug and clever and kissable and the worst and the best.

"Both, apparently."

"...I can be a few minutes late-"

"Baby, gorgeous, mi vida, if you don't get out of this apartment-"

You laugh bright and mischievous and delightful, and you press a quick kiss to his lips, and you scoop up the gifts and your keys ("You can port out, right?" "I think I'll manage.") and your phone and wallet and he grabs the door for you, because he's a gentleman (unwilling to be an inch farther from you than he has to).

"See you tonight," You promise, turning back to look him in the eye with more open affection than he was ready to see outside his own reflection.

"See you tonight," He agrees, knowing he sounds lovesick.

You leave, he closes the door, he slumps forwards to rest his forehead against it as he turns the lock and laughs breathlessly because his chest feels like it's going to explode from how much of it is just you.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Same Shade Of Red

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: monza 2020 (double dnf for the boys in red), so much angst sorry, redbull comparisons for seb, the magic that is monza, the disaster that is ferrari and their team, talks of seb's races in monza, a few harsh/sad thoughts from seb, mentions of retirement, charles's crash in monza 2020, mentions of the pandemic, reader is the most loving wife to which seb is her perfect match, britta is sooo over you guys after years of this.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: would I be me if I didn't take monza race weekend and turn it into an ode to seb? no. ferrari seb you will always be my most beloved and fuck you ferrari for hurting my husband fr. (also this gif is so sexy I can't explain it. well I can but I will be banned from tumblr dot com)

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Monza held a special place in the heart of your husband, in yours and in anyone that was a part of the Vettel family.

Sebastian had proven his worth, winning his and Toro Rosso's first ever Grand Prix in Monza during the 2008 season.

It was no different when he moved to Red Bull from Toro Rosso, his era of dominance brought him win after win and two of which were in Monza; the home of Ferrari.

Ever since that first win, Sebastian held a special love for Monza, as did you. There's something magical about the place; it might be the atmosphere or the fans but it has always been good to you and Seb. Whatever it was, it was nothing if not remarkable every single time.

The Tifosi held their drivers to the highest of standards, some would say next to God. Something happens to Italy when motorsport comes to town; everything changes and every single person you meet is so passionate. They live and breathe for Ferrari, they'd die for their drivers if it meant they could see them on that top step.

When Sebastian moved from Red Bull to Ferrari, he counted down the days to Monza.

It had always been his dream to drive with the red team, just as his childhood hero and friend, Michael, had done. Sebastian's first year with Ferrari was the epitome of picture perfect.

Despite coming in P2 behind Lewis and Mercedes, being on the podium at home for Ferrari meant everything to the German driver. This wasn't the first time he had gotten on podium for Ferrari, in fact he had already won twice with them that season; in Malaysia and then again in Hungary.

Monza was different; magical, special. There was something in the air, the energy was indescribable. Sebastian grinned, waving to the team from the second step.

You smiled, watching as your fiancé at the time hummed along to the Italian anthem, a country he quickly counted as his second home.

Sebastian was the king of the world that day, even though he hadn't won.

He had returned to the garage with the biggest grin on his face, trophy in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other. He passed them over to his engineer, making a beeline for you. The man's covered in champagne and sweat and confetti, and he smells like gasoline and engine oil but he picks you up, squeezing you tightly.

You remember telling him how much you loved him and how proud of him you were. Sebastian responded with a kiss, you can taste the champagne; a familiar taste that slowly became more scarce as his days with Ferrari went on.

Unfortunately, things took a bit of a downwards dip for Sebastian after that. He was hungry to win, he was constantly in a fight for the championship every year and it was killing him that he wasn't there yet. Yes, he had won races with them and broken every record he could possibly break but if he couldn't achieve the one thing he really set out to do, the one thing he had always dreamt about, then what was the point?

Monza seemed to always have Sebastian in its grasp, tricking him as the years went on. He almost always was there, he could reach out and touch the win and yet, it slipped through his fingers. Winning in Monza meant more to a Ferrari driver than winning in Monaco would - unless you were born and raised there like Sebastian's teammate, Charles.

You were the king of the world if you won there; your name written in the history books from now until the end of time.

Sebastian longed for his name to be in the book of the greats; Sebastian Vettel, Monza race winner.

A dream that slipped through his fingers as did his hope of winning the championship with Ferrari.

After coming in P2 in 2015, things just kept getting further and further from the finish line for him. P3 in 2016 and 2017, P4 in 2018 and last year was the final shove before the cherry on top this year; P13 while his new teammate, Charles, stood on the top step as race winner, basking in the magic that is Monza.

He was happy for him, beyond happy actually and any win for the team was great but oh how he wished that was him.

Now you're back in Monza, the season had been delayed due to the pandemic and this was the first race you had been able to join him for all season. It was weird being there with the track empty; just the teams and the occasional celebrity guest that was rich enough to pay their way in.

The car has been giving Sebastian a hard time all weekend, practice was shit and he placed P17 in qualifying. It wasn't a good weekend for your husband.

"Be good," you told him while he was getting ready for the race. Sebastian nods, a witty remark about him always being a good boy slipped past his lips and you waved him off, your cheeks red as you walked back to the garage.

Watching him start from the back of the grid was breaking your heart, you knew he could manage much more than that but it's the stupid car that was giving him trouble.

He barely got a grip on the car before he drove off and into the blocks that were in the run off area. Your brows furrowed as you watched him speed through the blocks, his voice coming through the headphone - "brakes failed."

Your heart drops, eyes fixed on the screen as Seb pulls the car into the corner as best as he can without disrupting the race. He finds his way back to the garage after the marshals come for his car, Sebastian gives your hand a squeeze as he passes through and into the back hallway to his driver's room. You figured you'd give him space to cool off and you stayed in the garage to watch a bit more of the race.

It was barely 20 laps later that you saw the other Ferrari slide into the wall. To no fault of Charles, the car had understeer which caused him to lose the back half and send him into the wall. You stood there, waiting to hear if Charles spoke before you took your headphones off.

Once you hear that he's okay, you step out of the garage and make your way to your husband's driver room. You knock on the door, peeking in before he answers.

Sebastian gives you a sad smile, you can feel your heart breaking as you step in and shut the door behind you. He's sitting on the bench and you walk over, joining him.

"Charles is coming in."

"What? The race isn't over, is it?" Sebastian looks over at you before glancing out the window. You shook your head, "it's a red flag now, Charles' car has understeer, went into the wall."

"Is he okay?" He asks and you nod, "he's a little shaken up but he'll be okay."

Your hand finds your husband's, interlocking fingers. "I always admire that even when you're going through it, you still look out for others."

"I know what it's like to be in his position, it's tough."

You hum, glancing down at the racing boots that were tossed to the side, Seb's sock clad feet slide back and forth over the floor. "You know what happened today wasn't your fault, Sebastian. It was mechanical."

He's quiet for a bit, nodding at your words. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, baby."

You look over at the man, "of Ferrari or of racing?"

"Both," he answers truthfully.

Sebastian and Ferrari had come to a mutual agreement - a publicity term - that they would not be renewing his contract. You weren't opposed to it, you knew it was killing your husband to go but if Sebastian was good at one thing, it was that he knew when it was time to go, he had to go. He wanted to win with them, you think a part of him still held a tiny sliver of hope that he would find his way back to the top step as champion of the world but he also knew being there was killing him.

Mentally, physically, emotionally; he couldn't bear the pressure of staying there any longer.

"It's just a few more races, love. You can do it."

He nods, "I know but.." "Don't even go there," you tell him, shifting to face him. One of your legs hanging off the bench as the other folded in front of you.

"Monza's special, you know that." He says, "I just.. I feel like I failed." He sighs, his head hung and if your heart wasn't already broken, it was broken now.

It was days like today that made you hate the team that your husband so dearly loved.

"You didn't fail, you never failed them, Sebastian." You squeezed his hand, the man looked up at you. Your free hand comes up to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing over the few days old stubble on his cheek. "If anything, they failed you."

"You have the talent and the skill, and the drive to win and to be a champion; it's them, babe. They couldn't give you a car that was worthy of you, you can't blame yourself for that." You look at your husband and the man sighs again.

"I should have been able to, though. Been able to get the best out of the car."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Seb, c'mon. Be for real right now, it's their shitty ass car, it's not your fault. You know Lewis's car is basically a rocket ship, plus it's not like your strategies are A1 over here."

Seb tosses you a glance, a look of disapproval on his face. "You're so not helping right now, darling."

You raise your hands in surrender and your husband smiles - his first genuine smile all weekend. You smile back, holding his face again. "I love you, Sebastian."

"I know," he grins and you shake your head, laughing. "This is usually the point where you say I love you back."

"Oh, sorry." he chuckled, "I love you, y/n."

You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss. "Good, now come on. You need to get dressed, go check on your teammate," you patted his thigh, getting up to find a shirt for the man. In the meantime, Seb pulled off his race suit and fire proofs, slipping on a pair of shorts.

"Do I really have to go?" He sits on the bench again, shifting to lay down, his arms tucked behind his head. You roll your eyes, looking through the small cabinet off to the side. "Yes, you know they'll make you out to be a villain if you don't."

"And if I wanna be a villain ?" He asks, looking over at you.

You sigh, tossing the shirt at him, "Sebastian, don't start with me right now."

The man laughs, dropping the shirt on the bench before standing up. Sebastian grabs your hand, pulling you flush against his chest. "Ew," you fake a gag, "you're sweaty."

He smiles, ignoring your comment. "I don't know what I'd do without you, I can't thank you enough for being here for me all these years."

Your hand rests on his jaw, giving him a kiss before smiling at him. "You don't need to thank me, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat but.. if you do wanna thank me, you can buy that purse I liked."

"Show me when we get back, you can take my card and order it."

"I was joking," you look at him, and Seb shrugs. "It's the least I can do to thank you for being the perfect wife."

"It's easy to do when I have the perfect husband," you smile, kissing him again. There's a knock on the door, causing you both to look in the direction of it.

"When the two of you are done being perfect, you're needed for press, Sebastian." Britt's voice from the other side of the door, making you both laugh.

Seb gives you one last kiss before grabbing his shirt, "I'm coming!" He calls to her, pulling it on. He was on his way out but you stopped him, grabbing his hand.

He turns back, looking at you as he waits to see what you wanted. "I'm proud of you, no matter what," you tell him.

Seb nods, smiling at you. "I love you."

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[sonicasura]

Raising Skully

Some ideas around Kaiju No 8.5 Skully. This includes both versions which will be marked with either a 🌺 for Hoshina or a 🐞 for Kafka. Please enjoy!

Skully can eat normal human food as their baby teeth is sharp enough to chew the stuff but also digest it with no issue. They really like peanut butter, fish, apples and chicken the most. Skully also requires twice the amount of food a normal human child needs. (Rip Kafka's wallet.)

The baby kaiju's biology is quite different from their parent. It's more than just a chubby gecko like tail. Skully converts any waste material into a sludge that they can spit out as a self defense mechanism. Their diet affects how corrosive or sticky the stuff is and at worst can weaken the hardness of even the toughest kaiju hide.

Skully showed this ability once when a spider spooked them. The room was temporarily quarantined afterwards until the sizzling puddle was cleaned up. Both sides might've preferred changing diapers than deal with acidic sludge.

🌺 Whenever Hoshina has to go on missions or leave base, Okonogi is in charge of Skully. The baby is surprising well-behaved in the monitoring room as they sleep or watch her work. Skully however will run out to Hoshina if they sense he's in terrible danger. Or how No. 10 got a sludge bomb to the face.

Skully's fortitude is a 2.8 but will raise to a frightening 7.5 if enraged. They only enter this stage should their respective parent be in grave danger. Horn nubs sharpening, back spines elongating, finally their eyes glowing a hazardous green are signs of 'combat mode' activating. Skully has the ability to enhance those they cling onto and even form a barrier once in 'combat state'. They however fall asleep after 3 minutes from exhaustion.

🐞 Kafka tends to shift into Kaiju form whenever tending to Skully. He's more open to expressing his inhuman instincts such as licking, purring, and chittering back at his whelp. If Reno or Kikoru sees him doing this than they won't say a word.

Skully loves art especially finger painting. Best to keep an eye on them and lock up any materials such as ink. The 3rd Division woke up to all of their walls covered in childish drawings over night.

🌺 Hoshina once mused over the idea of having Skully lead him to his 'mama'. Teaching them the word and pointing at a Kaiju No.8's picture. It was shoved aside by Okonogi who thought it was a little too insane.

Skully aids Hoshina in his fight with No. 10. Trying to clean up the blood off his face by licking it would later grant them the ability to take a human form. (Their saliva has minor healing agents.) A visage that looks like a mix between Hoshina and Kafka.

🐞 The Monster Sweepers help babysit Skully when needed. It usually happens if training ends up being off base or a mission were to happen. They even gotten modified baby clothes and toys for Skully.

Kafka immediately calms in the presence of his whelp. Even the most intense rage will die with a soft chirp from Skully. Don't dare try to harm the baby when Kafka's around or else. (Same goes for Hoshina after awhile.)

First words are said at the two week threshold. Skully will call Kafka 'mama' and Hoshina 'papa' whenever possible. (The former secretly cries in joy.) Skully also calls those they don't like or doesn't trust 'Bada'.

Learns to walk on two feet in a week. (It definitely was recorded.) Skully prefers to roam on all fours and half the reason being they can stick to walls like a gecko better that way. They still remain a very fast mobile disaster either way.

I'll be drawing Skully soon so stay tune for that.

@drmarune @popipopipopipopipo000 @renard-dartigue @discoknack

[mvltisstuff]

Hi

I have a Buck (911) fic idea. Buck saved reader at the tsunami. Reader can't swim that good, so she was really scared and he comforted her. Reader took care of Christopher while Buck was saving other people. Two weeks or something after the tsunami they meet again. Maybe reader is working at coffee shop and they meet there. Reader can't stop saying thank you to Buck and maybe he asks her on a date at the end.

You don't have to write this if you don't want to. I got this idea and thought I'll send it to you.

arms of a stranger - e.b

summary: request above :)

evan buckley x reader

the tsunami had entirely taken out a whole community and a street of small businesses. it came rushing through, causing immediate calamity and jeopardy. not the most ideal first date, but definitely gets you closer to strangers.

the first wave had washed buck and christopher off of the pier, sending them away with bits and pieces of the structure. y/n had been shoved under the waves, which were horrifying but also marvelous. her lungs were filling with water and sand from the shores. it felt like every time she came up it wasn’t worth anything, as she would be pulled back under seconds later.

she heard the screams from buck, hearing the sharp yells of someone’s name. the adrenaline in her system kept her brain moving speedily and her heart beating fast. the red engine had sparkled out of the corner of her eye from the sizzling sun of california. she forced herself over, when the man gripped her arms and pulled her on. she bent over, coughing up water and leaning back on the truck.

“hey, are you ok?” he asks, worried.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. are you two alright?”

“we’re good, just scared shitless,” buck chuckles a little, trying to bring a little light to the disaster.

“same, i’m no mermaid.”

“it’s going to be alright, ok? i’m here for you,” he reassures immediately. he must have an instinct to protect people, she thinks.

y/n vividly remembers sitting next to christopher, watching buck save other people, and bring them to the top of the truck. she remembers the exact feeling of her jeans sticking to her thighs and her scraped arms from the wood and sticks in the water. he was just a little boy, he didn’t deserve to be in the middle of such a mess. when people had succumbed to the oceans, she covered his eyes to maintain his innocence whilst she couldn’t look away.

buck had come back and forth, saving several people. she immediately admired him. you have no idea the amount of courage and selflessness it takes to put yourself in the eye of the hurricane. and buck did that without thinking twice. most people would stay put, but he knows there’s no point to life if you don’t do everything in your power to make it a better place.

all hell broke loose when the truck shook, knocking several people off as buck watched christopher disappear in the waves. everyone was separated. no one knew how to get back, and everyone was shaking in fear.

hours went by and the sun went down and bucks panic didn’t go with it. he lost the one thing he was given to care of. christopher was a light in the tunnel and the one who truly got him out of bed. people only had good intentions and the world took that to an advantage.

y/n walked around, soaking wet after the water had started going back out to sea. she wandered around the town, looking for anyone she knew or something familiar. suddenly, nothing had become safe until she saw the sitting boy on the steps of a building, his eyes small and tired. the one she tried so hard to save from floating away, and she prayed he was going to be ok when she walked over. he was slumped to the side, his head leaning on a railing. “y/n?” christopher’s eyes focus, squinting at her.

“oh my god, christopher! you’re ok!” she runs over with whatever energy she has left. she pulls him into her, checking him over with her hands on his face. “are you? i’m so sorry, buddy, it all happened so fast.”

“i’m ok, i’m tired though,” he remarks. “where is buck?”

“i don’t know, ive been trying to find out for you, but the woman said there’s going to be units here soon. we can find him.”

“is he dead?”

y/n pauses, taken aback by his statement. “i don’t think so, chris. he’s a tough guy, really tough.”

“he just got hurt, what if he is again?”

“he was hurt?”

“at work.” y/n sighs, looking around again for anyone before moving to sit next to him. christopher leans on her shoulder, dozing off lightly as y/n happily allows it.

at least fourty-five minutes go by before ambulances and rescue personelle arrive to the scene. there were probably a hundred people clattering about, trying to find out if their family or friends were alive. y/n was given oxygen along with christopher, who shared the tank due to an emergency shortage.

they were transported to the nearest hospital right after sundown. christopher arm was tangled with hers for balance, trying to find his dad and buck. y/n observes buck and the other man, diaz on his name tag. they both have tears in there eyes as buck stutters on about the boy. eddie looks behind him, about to run out of there and search for christopher when he sees him limping over, exhausted. “christopher?”

“dad!” he yells, as eddie sprints over to take him. he checks him over the same way y/n did, making sure every single part of him is safe. y/n looks away as eddie carries him away to get checked out and she locks eyes with buck. he’s talking to his fellow firefighters, them observing his disoriented condition. when he stares into y/n’s pained expression, his knees give out but his eyes stay locked on her. he blinks a few times and somehow, she vanished right before his eyes.

he had a whole speech to give her. she saved christopher, and she saved him. he could have never made it out of this alone and he had to say that, but she was gone before he knew it.

two weeks had passed since an entire portion of los angeles had been demolished in two minutes. the city coming together to help everyone affected was truly beautiful, but something was missing in bucks eyes. he felt like he had to see y/n, but he had no idea how to reach her or where to find her. he wanted to give her anything she wanted for being there.

he roamed around on calls, taking a second glance at anyone who resembled her or her name. maybe he misheard it or something? he didn’t want to give up, but everyone had been telling him to let the tsunami go out of his mind with the tide. one of those ways was to avoid that day and the reminders. was it the best coping mechanism? absolutely not, but buck would try anything and everything to forget a trauma.

until he was asked to watch christopher again, he thought there was no point in bringing up the memory for especially you. you’d been there the whole time, being a bad swimmer and nearly drowning with no past disaster training. buck had that, and she was worse off than him, he thought. when christopher mentions her name, he realizes there is no point in trying to forget. this happened and there is no erasing it, maybe what he needed was y/n.

he took christopher for another day out, far from the shore and the non-existent pier. they’d gone to the indoor arcades and fun little places to hang out or just talk. buck was desperate for an energy boost, so he dragged christopher into the nearest coffee shop. it was an adorable little place with a few businesspeople sitting around on their computers. the smell of coffee and cakes hit bucks nose delightfully. his eyes land on y/n, casually making an latte like it’s muscle memory.

he stares at her in delight and christopher is the one to nudge him close to the counter. “hurry up, buck!”

“i’ll be right with you in one,” y/n’s sentence comes to a halt when she turns around to see buck, the man who saved her, standing behind her. “second. um, hey! how are you guys?”

“we’re good! i- im good, i didn’t know you worked here.”

“have been for a while, it’s easy money for school.”

“oh, nice. what are you in school for?” y/n explains her whole major to buck and why she’s here, practically giving a life story.

“sorry. that was a lot of information you don’t care about,” she laughs, pressing the cover onto the hot drink in her hands.

“i care a lot!” buck says a little too fast. “or, i care about you. how have you been doing?” y/n looks down at the boy with a radiant smile, wanting to show her bravery and strength in front of him, but it’s hard. “hey, chris. why don’t you find somewhere to sit?”

once he walks away to pick out a table, she begins again. “it’s been tough. my sleep schedules all messed up and focusing is like trying to fight a grizzly bear.”

“i’m so sorry, y/n. it’s been so hard trying to deal with it. but give yourself time,” he says sweetly. “you won’t heal if you force yourself.”

she gives him a little smile, appreciating his generosity and now starting to appreciate his looks. her eyes dart around his face, looking into his alluring blue eyes and his lips, and she couldn’t forget that birthmark that is perfect to her. he’s a beautiful man, but an even more beautiful soul. firefighters come with a lot of respect in society, but she had that for him even before she found out. he would never say something too fast, but he noticed her the first time he saw her and grabbed onto her. his rescue response had turned on and was stronger than ever, and the aftermath made him fall in love with her resiliency. she was insanely hot, he had to admit. buck’s gonna buck.

“thank you, buck. for everything. i want to give you the ends of the earth,” she grins. “but maybe we can start with a free coffee?”

“a free coffee sounds amazing,” he replies. he builds up the courage from his crushing self to ask her yet another question. a more bold on, at that. “do you wanna go out sometime? maybe not on top of a fire truck, in a flood?”

y/n’s heart burst right then and there. she had been dying to ask him to same thing, but figured he was too busy with work. besides, he does what he did for her every day so she figured it meant nothing. at the end of the day, it did. “i’d love too!” she shoots out her words rapidly, almost immediately curing bucks anxieties. she shakes her head quickly, trying to rub off her hyper mood. “i’d really like that. here, this is my number,” she writes down the ten digits on a scraped receipt, handing it to him and walking away to make his drink and a snack for christopher.

“perfect,” buck states with a sly wink. “expect a text or two tonight.”

y/n turns back around, heading to the employee room. she can’t find it in her to wipe the rich smile on her face. meanwhile, buck walks over to sit with christopher at the counter by the window. christopher’s grinning at him, high-fiving him and saying, “and buck has done it again!”

[yuurei20]

Riddle Info Compilation part 28: The Rules and Vil

There are 810 rules at Heartslabyul (In Japanese 8 can be pronounced “hah” while 10 can be pronounced “toh”, and in katakana hah + toh = ハート, which means “heart”), and Riddle can recite them all.

He expects even people who are not students at NRC to know “at least a hundred of them. At LEAST.”

Rule 6, No fighting on campus Rule 23, One must never bring a cat to a formal affair Rule 53, When something is stolen from you, you must take it back! Rule 89, Never eat a tart without the Queen’s permission Rule 124, When you get soaking wet, you must dry off with a run im the ocean Rule 153, No black tea at night? (a little vague) Rule 186, Never eat a hamburger on Tuesday Rule 228, Flowers in gardens must never be picked on Wednesdays Rule 249, Flamingo caretakers are to don pink attire Rule 256, No drinking honey-sweetened lemonade after 8pm Rule 271, One must leave the table within fifteen minutes of completing their lunch Rule 339, The post-meal beverage is to be lemon tea with two sugar cubes Rule 346, Croquet must not be played after 5:00pm Rule 412, When you see a pair of moving glasses in the forest, never go back the way you came

Rule 469, When throwing a party for new friends, one must decorate with both red and white roses Rule 529, If you eat a steak on the night of a full moon, a cat must play the violin afterwards Rule 562, One must never bring a chestnut tart to an unbirthday tea party Rule 648, One must brush one’s teeth twice over after eating turkey Rule 703, Anyone who comes in second in a croquet tournament must serve the queen tea the next day

Vil tells Riddle that his “glass half-empty approach is basically an advertisement for (his) personal issues”, and we learn Vil may have suspected Riddle’s instability from the start, saying, “That boy is a disaster waiting to happen” in a flashback with a 1st-year Riddle.

In the same flashback we also see Vil giving Riddle advice on wearing high heels and gifting him with a bandaid for a blistered foot.

Riddle says that the very night he received the bandage from Vil he ordered a manual on proper walking technique and he considers it a “win” that he was able to show Vil that he is capable of dancing in heels, as, “one can’t let a poor impression go uncorrected indefinitely.”

Vil responds, “And here I thought you’d mellowed out considerably since those days. I suppose some things never change.”

We learn from Vil that housewardens are permitted to adjust their dorm uniforms as they see fit, and that previous Heartslabyul housewardens would wear sneakers like the rest of the dorm.

Riddle says that it bothers him when people assume he wears heels to make himself look taller, which is not the case: he had his uniform tailored to match that of Heartslabyul’s first housewarden, as he believes that “the head of a dorm honoring the Queen of Hearts should abide by tradition, which includes dressing formally.”

Riddle and Vil also share a conversation about the “unique benefits” offered by heels, such as how it is “pretty gratifying to watch the Heartslabyul students instantly straight up when they hear my footsteps. That kind of clarion clacking only comes with a good pair of heels.”

[ghostofskywalker]

my original clone fics masterlist got too long, so i'm splitting up clones in groups!

Emoji Key:

☀️ - pure fluff

🌧 - pure angst

🌤 - both fluff and angst, but more fluff

🌦 - both fluff and angst, but more angst

👀 - multichapter work that is ongoing

🌲 - multichapter work that is complete

🍄 - platonic/no romantic relationship

✨ - gender neutral reader

🌻 - author favorite

My Main Masterlist || Main Clone Masterlist

Call It Even: one || two 🌤 🌲

He gets a cold 🌤✨

You get a cold 🌤✨

In Your Sights 🌤

Valentines Scheming ☀️

Drunk Crosshair 🌦✨

A Test of Strength ☀️

In The Heat of Battle 🌤✨

Don’t Say I Told You So ☀️

Not Lost, But Not Yet Found 🌦

A Quiet Moment ☀️ ✨

First Life Day ☀️ ✨

Back to School ☀️ 👀

Stop Running From Love 🌤

these fics feature bad batch!echo. for fics that feature 501st!echo, check out my 501st masterlist

Some Things Stay The Same 🌤

Concussions and Cuddling 🌦✨

Bittersweet Memories 🌤✨

Here For You 🌦✨

Drunk Echo ☀️ ✨

Under a Watchful Eye 🌤

Daydreams and Jealousy ☀️

Dreaming of This ☀️ ✨

Time Together ☀️ ✨

A New Look ☀️ ✨

The Bad Batch’s (Successful) Guide to Invoking a Love Confession ☀️

Don’t Deny It 🌤

The Weather Outside is Frightful ☀️✨

What Happens When You Try To Hide Your Relationship From a Highly Trained Clone Unit ☀️✨

He gets jealous 🌤✨

Stubborn Medic 🌤✨

Don’t Wait For The Sky to Clear ☀️✨

Sweet Dreams ☀️✨

What Feels Like Forever 🌤✨

Play It Cool 🌤✨

If Things Can Go Wrong, They Will 🌦✨

Why Serenno Isn’t Exactly The Best Place For a Vacation 🌦✨

Seeing Double ☀️ ✨

A Worthy Opponent ☀️

Twice the Cuddles ☀️ ✨

Something to Cuddle With ☀️

“did you know you talk in your sleep?” ☀️ ✨

Almost Disasters ☀️ ✨

Not Qualified 🌦✨

Comfort, Silence, and Conversations in the Middle Of The Night 🌤 ✨

Nightmare Repellent 🌤✨

Soft Touches 🌤✨

Knight in Plastoid Armor 🌤

Spa Day ☀️ ✨

You Would Have Thought This Heist Would Have Been Slightly More Thought Out, Given The Circumstances ☀️ ✨ 🍄

[rosanna-writer]

time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it) (6/?)

Summary: Every day, Rhysand wakes up next to Amarantha in her bed Under the Mountain. A prisoner, a weapon, a High Lord on a leash. He's been down there so long, it's starting to feel like time doesn't matter. Until one day, it doesn't. Feyre's death sends Rhysand back in time, waking up on the same day - over and over. Now, Rhysand must discover how to break the time loop, save his mate, and keep his sanity intact. A "round robin" style fanfiction with different authors. This work is meant to be read from beginning to end, but each chapter is written by a different author with their own spin on the time loop prompt. Warnings: canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence, temporary character death Rating: Explicit

We've had one short Feyre death interlude, yes. But what about SECOND short Feyre death interlude?

I had so much fun giggling with the rest of @feysand-hivemind over silly ways to kill Feyre amid all the actual plot brainstorming we did! Much love to this group of unhinged goofball creative geniuses <3

Read on AO3 or find the chapter under the cut! The tumblr masterlist for the fic is here.

Watching Lucien bring Feyre back to the manor hadn't been enough to ease Rhys's mind. Even as he'd hunted the faeries who'd nearly gotten their hands on her—and enjoyed it—he'd worried.

He slipped back into the manor to check on her. And call it intuition, a gut feeling, or an impossible reason he might sense things about her that Rhys refused to even consider, but Feyre was awake. And creeping down the stairs.

Cloaking himself in shadow, he followed her, footfalls silent. She made her way down to the kitchen, completely alone with all the servants still out celebrating Calanmai. There were still a few hours left until sunrise, and Rhys was sure the denizens of the Spring Court were fully intent on wringing every last bit of merriment out of their very last Fire Night aboveground.

He couldn't blame them. He wanted to savor these rare few hours of freedom, too.

It had been so long since he'd seen the stars.

But more importantly, he wanted to see for himself that Feyre got back to bed safe and sound. Blissfully unaware of the revelry outside, with its undercurrent of frantic desperation, she was busy gobbling down half a loaf of bread.

And an apple. And a lemon tart.

Mother above, the girl could eat.

She grabbed a cookie next and practically inhaled it, so quickly that she began to cough. The coughs became strange gurgling noises. Feyre's face began to turn blue.

Before Rhys could react, she'd keeled over. Her breathing stopped. He stood there in shock, unsure what to make of the fact that Feyre had just choked on a cookie and died.

Right after the mermaid, too. Perhaps everything in the Spring Court was trying to kill her.

The thought made his insides twist as the world faded to darkness and time reset again.

He followed the same steps as before; the sequence of events was becoming painfully familiar. Rhys wondered how long it would be before he could follow them without even having to think about it.

No—he wouldn't let it come to that. He'd break them out of this loop well before that happened. He had to.

After the last disaster with the cookie, he followed her back to the kitchen after Calanmai again. And because Rhysand wasn't in the business of making the same mistakes twice, when she bit into the cookie, he called her name.

Rhys knew their encounter had frightened her, even if he had saved her from the picts. He did the only logical thing and used magic to distort his voice.

Feyre flinched. And coughed again. The whole thing ended again much the way it had in the last loop, and for the life of him, Rhys couldn't decide if seeing Feyre killed by a cookie—not even once but twice —was a message or merely some sort of divine punishment.

At least the mermaid had only deigned to attack once.

He tried again, misting the cookie before Feyre could get her hands on it. She merely choked on the lemon tart instead.

Casting a glamour to conceal the food just resulted in a head injury when Feyre fell off the step stool she'd climbed, utterly determined to find something to eat.

In the next loop, he barred the kitchen door. She managed to injure herself attempting to pry it open.

The High Lord of the Night Court accepted that he'd been bested by a cookie.

The world remade itself again, and Rhys didn't attempt to dissuade her from the kitchen. He kept his distance. She lived.

Perhaps that was the lesson behind all of this—that Feyre was better off without him getting too close. Instead, he set to work hunting the picts, and as Tamlin bit Feyre's neck somewhere in the distance, Rhys tried not to sink further into despair.

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.16

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Martyn and Shanda share their account.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.5k

Hi, its me the eepiest soldier. Only 1 small note and thats that the feud is stupid. Both sides are not speaking fairly about the other and neither should be counted as a wholly credible source. They are the same people in different fonts who get together to be angry about who’s better at spelling. And spoiler alert, its neither.

Shanda had fallen asleep in Benjicot’s arms. Once the tears had started falling she was powerless to stop them, so she didn’t try. She just let him hold her until she was all cried out. He’d held her so softly the entire time and eventually she had fallen asleep in his arms, exhausted. She had woken alone in her bed sometime before the sun came up. Not bothering to wallow in bed, she quickly dressed after waking and asked a guard to escort her outside. She wanted a moment to herself before the trial began again.

The Tully castle had a wonderful view of the land around them. Hills stretched as far as the eye could see and it was misty, a heavy fog settled over everything. The early morning chill was still in the air but she was appreciative. Staring out over the horizon Shanda considered her options. Today she would testify with Martyn about what really happened in the Borderlands. In it she hoped to slander the heirs' name twice as bad as he had hers. She had to make it clear in no uncertain terms that they were incompatible. Martyn would be a phenomenal back up in this case as he worked guard duty. Granted he hadn’t spent that much time in the borderlands but he had encountered the heir enough to be a reliable source of information.

It was one thing to enjoy being held or to steal a sordid kiss behind closed doors. But she did not want to marry the Blackwood. She loved her family and Stone Hedge, despite their flaws. They worshiped different gods, they held different values. He doesn’t respect women, she reminded herself when the image of her wrapped in his arms cropped up in her mind. It didn’t matter if he made her head rush or that she wanted desperately to read every book in the Blackwood library. The fact of the matter was, she had to tank this marriage idea and quickly.

***

Martyn walked along the halls hoping to find his sister. Yesterday had been a disaster for him. The altercation at breakfast had started with a Blackwood making loud jokes about the price of honor and dignity. Which in turn had riled Royce up and then he had riled Gerolt up. Martyn hadn’t bothered to interfere. He knew he couldn’t afford to get tossed away before the trial ended. That had obviously been the Blackwoods intentions, to get as many Brackens as they could ejected from the court. But Martyn had twelve brothers and unlike his idiot brother, he knew how to take a jab. Royce was constantly hotheaded, which made Martyn have to counteract his anger. It was very hard to rile him up because of it. So he’d watched as Gerolt was dragged off, despondent. It had only been the beginning of a very bad day for him. He could only imagine what his sister must be feeling. It was to his great fortune then that he turned down a hall and spotted Shanda walking opposite him.

“Shanda!” He called, simply not wanting there to be any chance she missed him. Then he quickly walked over to join her.

“How are you feeling? Do you want to talk-“

Martyn was cut off by his sister grabbing his hand and essentially sprinting with him down the hall to lose the guard. To be honest it was probably overkill as he doubted the guard was going to pursue them. It's not like they could go anywhere without a boat. The lord Tully had seen to that. But it did make him feel a bit more whimsical running down the halls and hiding in storerooms to plot how to win a trial. As dangerous as it was, the trial was the most interesting thing they’d lived through so far. Better than the usual fighting and bloodied men in his opinion.

“Martyn, here's the deal.” Shanda was pacing in the small room. “Royce has lost it. I say we blame our mothers death on him losing his mind. First to say I set the fire and then to suggest… well you know what! It’s insidious stuff brother. And we cannot let them listen to the Blackwood heir, that man is truly deranged.”

Martyn did not think mentioning their dead mother who died under suspicious circumstances at a trial concerning their mortal enemy was a good idea. But he decided to let her finish first.

“He means to suggest we get married as a means to end this whole conflict. Like that would solve anything. It’s just horrible.”

Martyn froze at that. While he did not think it was a good solution, as he loved his sister dearly, he knew a great many of them would like that as a proposed solution. He started to sweat a bit at the prospect, surely her father would never agree to something like this. He wouldn’t. In his gut Martyn was not sure.

“Don’t bring up mother, you’ll only get Royce in a worse state than he already is. And I’m sorry to say that lot will likely think marriage is a good deal and an easy one.”

His sister huffed at him, eyes blazing in anger. He held his hands up in surrender.

“I don’t agree with them! Do you think I’ve been having a grand old time without you? No, I want you to come home just as much as you do. But we gotta plan this right.”

She sighed and relaxed her tense shoulders, nodding.

“Let’s be clear on a couple of details…”

***

“I hope you’re all ready to end the testimonies, because after this we start the questioning and then maybe we can bloody sentence them. Then you can all be on your way!”

Lord Elmo Tully looked as fed up as Shanda felt. It had only been three days but it felt like a lifetime to her. Martyn took the floor and then very subtly motioned for her. She quickly darted over to him before anyone could stop her. They’d agreed they would do the testimony together, as they had lived the events together. Besides she was a Bracken too, her account should go here.

“My sister is smart beyond her years and failed by everyone because of it.”

Martyn’s voice wavered and she took his hand. It was hidden by the folds of her dress, so she felt no fear in interlacing their fingers. No one would think them weak because of it.

“The Blackwoods invade where they please, take what they want. They leave broken bones and trails of blood wherever they go. But my sister knew they had a weakness. Guards who liked to talk the night away. She was tired of being ignored, all of her ideas were pushed to the side. So, she came up with a plan to capitalize on that weakness. My father would never agree to let her out into the borderlands, but I knew she was the fastest among us.”

They had decided against fabricating her clumsiness now, it wouldn’t help their case with so many witnesses saying the opposite.

“When she asked me to help her sneak out again, I said yes. I trust my sister with my life and I knew she would find out something valuable. And in the end she did. The infamous Bloody Ben, heir to Raventree curiously on guard duty in the disputed lands. I’d ask you all to ponder as to why he was there in the first place.”

Shanda stepped in here, giving her own testimony.

“I first want to say, I didn’t want to come here. This entire ordeal is over nothing. But to the point, Lord Elmo told us all the conditions of patrolling the Borderlands. I was following those conditions, either side of the river was free to me. And I was never in danger of crossing the Blackwood boundary line at any point during my visits. Now, spying is wrong but so too is it wrong to see the broken people left behind by the Blackwood savages and do nothing. I took only what the wind relayed to me.”

She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts before continuing. “The Blackwood heir knew I was spying on him and let it go on for some time. I was unaware that I had been spotted or I would not have returned. But if he knew I was there, why not put a stop to the matter there? A question I was asking myself until recently. It’s become clear to me that the heir planned this entire ordeal, orchestrating an entire conflict for one singular purpose. A bride. What better way to mend fences between old rivals than a babe between them?”

Mutters rose up at that but Lord Elmo shushed them, listening intently to her.

“How many marriages have we tried? How many have become kin slayers in the name of this feud? It never works. We have different gods and morality, it will always be destined to fail. And as far as any virtue goes, my dear brother Royce failed to mention his ongoing vendetta against me. The day I was captured by the Blackwoods, he pushed me into the river. He tried to cut my head off before that but he’s not very good at swinging swords, thank the mother. When I managed to pull myself out of the rushing river, I was tired and disoriented. I thought I was walking home, the borderlands all look the same. Unfortunately for me I was headed in the wrong direction and was captured by our enemy. Never once did I engage in an inappropriate act with the Blackwood heir and all statements levied against me are slanderous acts of a hateful little boy. What’s more, never once did I endanger the heir’s life, I only ever tried to peacefully leave him and return home. But Blackwoods have no honor and no respect, so I was forced to free myself from his grasp before fleeing.”

She sounded much more confident than she felt, squeezing her brother's hand for support.

“If it is a crime to love your house and honor your lord's edicts, then I am guilty. I’ve sat here and listened to strangers demean my name, spewing lies about me. Then I turn around to have my own family stoke the flames of betrayal. This is an unholy act against me.”

Martyn picked back up from where she left off. “My sister never came home looking inappropriately. When she did return it was always looking as if someone had tried to kill her and I wager he did try. My brother speaks falsely against my sister in this regard. I also had first hand knowledge on the fire taking place at Stone Hedge as I conducted the evacuation, alone. Any guard can corroborate that story. I do not intend to levy accusations against who set the fire, but I do not believe it was her.”

Shanda continued, “The night of the fire I did not sneak out of Raventree hall. If any of you have been there, you will know how impossible a feat that would have been for me. The halls wind impossibly long and I did try, believe me, but I never found a way out of there. But Lord Blackwood’s heir escorted me outside and proposed a deal. If I made it over the river before he caught me, I was free to go. I was trying to cross the Red Fork when my brother saw me. I’d slipped, nearly crashing into the water below. So I was pulling myself back up when he saw me and assumed I was going the opposite way.”

Then she took a very deep breath, feeling relieved to have said it all. She let go of Martyn’s hand and they parted to their own respective side of the courtroom.

“Alright. That’s all of the facts, weigh them in your minds as we move ahead. Tomorrow we’ll start the questioning, beginning with the Brackens questioning the Blackwoods. Form your questions tonight and be ready to start bright and early.” Lord Elmo dismissed them from the hall.

Shanda didn’t really know what to do in the aftermath of her confession. She shuffled out with the crowd of people, heading down the hall towards her room. She never made it there. A pair of hands grabbed her from behind as she walked down the hall, dragging her backwards into a room. She was too shocked to scream, only a surprised squeak escaping her.

The room she was pulled into was small and dark, she couldn’t see anything as her back slammed into the wall behind her. She knew it was Benjicot, likely angry at what she’d said about him.

“You know it's not going to work, right?” Were the first words out of his mouth.

Her own mouth was dry and felt as if it were full of sand as she tried in vain to make his figure out in the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here, let me out.”

In a trial about virtue, it's best not to be found in a closet with the man accused of taking it.

“It doesn’t matter.” He spat, holding her firmly against the wall by her shoulders.

So he could get irritated after all

“When I question you, what will you say?” He pressed close against her, stealing all of the air out of the room.

“The truth.” She replied, turning her head away from him.

“The truth, hm. Okay, like that you suffocated under the pressure of expectation at home? Is that the truth you mean? Or maybe the truth like my tongue in your mouth, pretty little moans in mine? Or how about the truth that you never really tried to escape? I never posted guards, let you wander the halls. And you never once even tried to make a break for it. You would find the one guard stationed inside and find a way right back to your room. So you could wait for me to come by and pay attention to you. Is that the truth you want to share with the riverlands?”

She stood there at a loss for words. Had he really intentionally not posted any guards? Just how deeply had this man been plotting? She was a bit unnerved by the intensity in which he pursued her.

“There’s something wrong with you.” She said, her hands resting lightly against his chest.

“Worse then, whatever’s wrong with you for liking me.”

She definitely had to agree there.

“Don’t do this. Please, don’t question me. Haven’t I endured enough suffering at this trial?”

His finger lightly traced the outline of her lips.

“It’s too late for that.”

She had been wrong to pray to the mother, that magnanimous god had blessed her alright. Right into the hands of a man at the altar.

“We won’t be happy.”

His lips were on hers and she could feel his heartbeat through his chest. She kissed him back before pushing him away.

“Keep telling yourself that. I am going to love proving you wrong, everyday.”

[demonslayedher]

Sugoroku: The High-Key Divorce AU

While @reicchel / @sweetreichel was visiting, I wanted to play KnY Sugoroku (which is essentially Shoots and Ladders with events, and it also happens to be Zenitsu's favorite game). You might recall I have two game board versions from pizza boxes and one from the Osaka Metro collab, but I got a wonderfully terrible idea.

Instead of playing one board, we played all three.

With ten characters.

We stayed up until 3am whispering and choked for air as we nearly died laughing, being the silly fangirls we are.

(Read more below for the digest, with a few illustrations)

Also, you might recall that she has inspired a lot of my Low-Key Married GiyuShino AU ideas. That spelled trouble. She wanted to play Giyuu since he is her favorite, and I always play Shinobu. Right away, we kept spelling more trouble as we started assembling the rest of the teams.

So that was our set-up. Giyuu and Shinobu were getting a divorce.

Giyuu assembled some Pillars on his team (it was him, Inosuke, Rengoku, Uzui, and Murata), while Shinobu took most of the kids (it was her, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, and Zenitsu.

On the first turn, everyone but Murata wound up on the same square, mostly for having fought some demons in a castle and advancing there. Murata got a stomachache after eating too many Osaka specialty foods.

We very soon determined that the reason for this divorce was a very terrible argument over baseball.

You see, Giyuu landed on the square that says "yay, you watched a baseball game and your team won, move forward two spaces" while Shinobu landed on the square that says "you watched a baseball game and your team lost, go back one space." She landed here twice. The only other time I played this Sugoroku board, she also landed here, and spent the rest of the game being very sour about it. At least in the realm of my Sugoroku canon, Shinobu is VERY invested in her baseball team.

So this was a disaster waiting to happen. The only other character to land on these spaces was Tanjiro, whose team lost, so we understood why he initially took Shinobu's side in the divorce. Giyuu didn't have to gloat!! However much the loss stings, though, Tanjiro is a forgiving person, and he spends most of the game trying to get them to reconcile.

Rengoku also becomes invested in trying to get them to reconcile. He lands on the "lose one turn shopping in Osaka" square right after Giyuu does, and Rengoku loses that turn because he's talking Giyuu out of making things worse by purchasing huge amounts of baseball merch to gloat and rub things in.

Uzui, however, at times later in the game became very invested in keeping them divorced when Giyuu was desiring reconciliation. He's competitive and on Giyuu's team and doesn't want to lose, after all. Granted, this is only after Uzui has had some major setbacks after having spent the first half of the game constantly rolling sixes and staying ahead of everybody (except Nezuko, how in the world did she gain on him so fast??? Didn't she fall asleep on the wrong train somewhere?? (She did.)).

Ah, yes. At the end of the Osaka board there's a "a strong demon appears, retreat for now! Go back one space" square. When Rengoku landed here, we could only assume it was Akaza, though it wouldn't be characteristic for Rengoku to retreat. However, he joined Giyuu on that square he retreated to, and in the following turns they both rolled 3's and advanced to the following board. We interpreted this as the two of them having teamed up and defeated Akaza together.

By the time Shinobu got stuck at this space a couple times, though, nobody was there to help her. She fell further and further behind, preparing herself for what was likely to be her final battle, against Douma. She's had a really long day--her baseball team losing, getting divorced--but somehow she barely survives this battle that should had killed her! Now what? What does she have left to live for?

Right after this, Inosuke landed on a "Shinobu helps you (with medical treatment), lose 1 turn" space, but we flipped the tables and decided Inosuke went back to help Shinobu instead, since she's in bad shape. This helps her at the start of the first of the two Pizza-La boards, and Inosuke thereafter has totally forgotten there were different teams in the first place. Shinobu soon goes on to get stuck in a long, repetitive argument with Haganezuka. She's having a very, very, very long day. (Later I accidentally moved her to the wrong space because we were having a very long night. I then moved her to the correct one, where she lost a turn because all the other Pillars were very disappointed in her for cheating.)

Very early on in the Osaka Metro board, Kanao beat Rengoku in a speed bentou eating contest. He was very impressed and immediately asked her to be his Tsuguko, which she declined. On the second Pizza-la board, she and Rengoku are also the only ones to land on the "the bentou is umai! move forward 3 spaces!" square. Every time Rengoku sees her, he greets her as his Tsuguko, but she simply says "I'm not your Tsuguko." (This is all fun and games until you realize Kanao probably gained her skills for eating that fast because when she was little if she didn't eat fast, she probably didn't eat at all.)

One of those other chance rolls is "Fix a train with Giyuu! If you roll a 2, you succeed, move forward two spaces! If you roll a 6, you failed, move back three spaces." Murata landed here. Giyuu was already on the following game board by then, so he tossed him a wrench. Murata rolled a 6, so the wrench hit him in the head.

Nezuko continued moving very smoothly through this game, though she did get a little stuck when she kept startling a Kakushi and had to go back to the square before. She won pretty early (giving Shinobu some satisfaction that her team won), and Kanao joined the Winner's Circle not long after (giving Shinobu even more satisfaction).

Zenitsu was just kind of Zenitsu and didn't do anything especially interesting in the game. He joined Nezuko-chan in the Winner's Circle without much difficulty. Inosuke also didn't have much trouble.

Funny, the kids were generally doing much better than the Pillars were. I think Murata even joined them around the middle of the game, but I forgot when because no one pays that much attention to Murata.

Not Tanjiro though. Tanjiro sucks at this game.

Roughly one after another, Uzui, Giyuu, and Tanjiro all hit the same "return to start" Muzan square at the end of the second board.

So, since it's canonical, we had them all lose arms (but gain experience, as Rengoku went on to continuously remind Tanjiro). We did spare them having to go back to the previous board, though, and instead had them go back to the start of that second board. They struggled their way through with some low roles, but in a tender turn of events, Giyuu and Tanjiro both landed on the "you pass Urokodaki's training, go forward two spaces" square. How touching that Urokodaki was able to see that they had survived the encounter with Muzan! He helped them work on one-handed techniques. Uzui, however, avoided that square because one-handed or not, he's awesome and doesn't need training.

Shortly after this, although Shinobu's day doesn't improved much, Tanjiro lands on the "receive medical treatment from Shinobu, lose one turn" square. She is stunned to see Tanjiro in this state, and then in comes Giyuu, too. Giyuu, by this time, is desperate to try to patch things up with Shinobu, but Shinobu knocks him out with medicine while giving him medical treatment. She's very worked up about his condition, out of concern for him as a Pillar. After all, they are Pillars first, and whatever-they-were second. Uzui skips the medical treatment square; he's awesome and doesn't need it.

So eventually--a long eventually--later, everyone left winds up kind of around the same spot on the third game board. Rengoku and Tanjiro wind up on the same square and Rengoku is using that chance to teach Tanjiro some Breath technique to help them against Muzan, who must be showing up soon. Shinobu lands shortly ahead of them, and then Giyuu winds up there too.

Alone together at last!! At long last!!!

They has things out, they patch things up, and they agree never to speak about baseball ever again. Rengoku and Tanjiro have been eavesdropping from their square and they cheer. Uzui just wants to hurry up and get this game over with.

They all wind up moving like a pack toward those last squares. They are ready to face Muzan together!

And they are all fine, except for Uzui, who blazed ahead of everyone only to wind up losing an eye to Muzan this time and having to start over on this third game board. Everyone watches from the Winner's Circle and goads him as he grumbles his way around the board, including landing on the "the Pillars put pressure on you, lose a turn" square. So it was like everyone who wasn't already in the winner's circle assembled just to shake at their head at him and be disappointed in his for letting his ego get out of control.

But you can't keep a good Uzui down. He then lands on the "Go forth flamboyantly with Uzui! Go forward 4 spaces!" square, which helps him find his stride, and this time he plows through Kibutsuji Muzan. The end.

[pensat-i-fet]

Don’t forget (Rúben Dias x Reader)

Part 2

**I got this angst request for either Rúben or Licha and my initial thought was doing it with Licha. But after the injury, I don't want to write about him being an asshole 😭 so Rúben will be the bad guy today 😅 then I realized the argument part was what someone else had requested so I'm putting both requests together so I don't just do two imagines that are pretty much the same one after the other. I hope that's alright 😊 and enjoy!! ❤️**

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There are those days when people feel like everything will go wrong that day the moment they wake up. That was what happened to Rúben and on a matchday. The feeling couldn’t be worse.

His morning routine was a disaster. The blender didn’t want to work properly and it took him too long to make a smoothie. And when he went to open the avocado to eat with his omelette, it was completely brown and there was no way he could eat that.

The shoes he liked to wear to the stadium were dirty, but he hadn’t noticed the last time he wore them or he would have washed them. But he couldn’t wear them and even if he wasn’t very superstitious, that felt like a bad omen.

The traffic wasn’t great either and that meant it took ages for the bus to make it to the Etihad Stadium. The entire team was restless and the coaching staff worried they would have to delay the match.

When they finally got there, he was the first one by the door, ready to get out. But he didn’t wait until the door opened completely and his jacket’s pocket got stuck, which made his phone fall to the floor. Great. The screen was cracked and he couldn’t see anything. The day couldn’t get any worse…or so he thought.

Rúben was so busy being annoyed that he forgot you were coming back that day. You were going to go to the match and then meet him after so you could go home together.

Once you were on your seat seeing how the team warmed up, you sent Rúben a text to wish him luck and remind him you would see him later. He always checked for your message right before leaving the dressing room and you never forgot your little tradition.

But this time, his phone remained forgotten in his bag. He couldn’t use it anyways, why bother having it near his things like he always did?

The match was supposed to be an easy one for City. No one expected anything worse than a 3-0 win but losing one of your best players early in the game wasn’t the way to get that easy victory.

It wasn’t even Rúben’s fault, it was Jack’s. He went to the floor several times, having been fouled by the same player every time. Each time telling each other not-so-nice things under their breaths until Jack went too far and the other player pushed him, causing the rest of the team to go defend their teammate.

Rúben wasn’t a violent player but between the bad day he had had and the way a player stepped on his foot, even if the player didn’t mean to, he had enough and overreacted. He pushed the player once and then twice. And when the referee told him to leave, he told him to fuck off, which the ref didn’t really appreciate. So what was going to be a simple yellow card and a warning turned into a straight red.

You were watching from the stands, not really believing what was going on. What was wrong with your boyfriend today?

At half-time, the team went back to the dressing room, where moody and angry Rúben had been staring at the floor for the last 15 minutes. City had conceded right after his red card and the players weren’t very happy with their teammate. That’s why when the second half started, he left. Forgetting about the rules that forbade him from doing that and, most importantly, forgetting about you.

The second half was a bit better but not by much. City equalised and managed to save a point but the quality of the football wasn’t the highlight of the match. It also started to rain a lot and both players and fans just wanted the match to be over so they could go home.

You checked your phone when the match ended, expecting a message from Rúben but found none. Though you didn’t think much of it, knowing how gutted he would be after what happened. So you made your way to where you usually waited for Rúben and were a bit surprised he wasn’t the first player out. He probably showered an hour before the match ended so it’s not as if he was busy getting ready.

One by one, the players kept coming out of the dressing room and none of them was Rúben. Until the last one, Rodri, got out.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked.

“Waiting for Rúben”.

“He isn’t here”.

“What do you mean he isn’t here?”

“He left during half-time. Didn’t he tell you?”

You checked your phone again to see if you had missed any texts but there was nothing.

“No…”.

“Do you want me to drive you home?”, offered Rodri, noticing your sad expression.

“It’s fine, thank you. I’ll call a taxi. I don’t want to bother you”.

“You wouldn’t be bothering me…”.

“I’m good, Rodri. Thank you”.

You didn’t want to be with anyone right now so they wouldn’t see how mad you were. After two weeks away for work, Rúben does this to you? Unbelievable.

The Uber took a long time to get to the stadium because of how busy it was after the match and when it parked, it was a bit far so you had to run to it and try to avoid getting too wet. It was pouring with rain.

“Sorry, they didn’t let me get nearer the stadium”.

“It’s ok”.

“It might take a while to get to your destination. The traffic has been terrible all day and with this weather…”.

Could the day get any worse?

But it could. Of course it could. You were stuck in traffic and the driver kept sighing and making you more nervous. He got a call and he kept turning to look at you.

“We’re going to be here for a while. I’m sorry, there is nothing I can do”.

You thought about the options and decided to leave the car.

“Thank you, it’s fine. I’m not far from home so I’ll get there quickly and it stopped raining”.

It should have taken you 10 minutes to walk home if you were quick…and quick you had to be because a minute after leaving the car, it started to rain again.

“Nooooo”.

You tried to cover your head with the jacket you were wearing but it didn’t have a hood and the material got soaked quickly which made your attempt completely useless. The shoes you were wearing made you slip a little when the floor was wet, so running wasn’t an idea either. You had to walk fast in an unnatural way and knew your legs were going to hurt the next day.

When you finally made it to the building, you struggled to get the key inside the lock because of how wet and cold your hands were. Rúben was already home. He had been there for a while, just laying down on the sofa feeling sorry for himself. Going over everything that happened at the match over and over again.

But then the door opened and it scared him for a second. Who was there?

“You ok there? Comfortable having a nap?”

“What are you doing here?”

He couldn’t understand what was going on but then he remembered. You were coming back that morning and going to the match. And he was supposed to bring you home after but…he left. And his phone didn’t work so he didn’t see any of your messages.

“Well, I live here so that’s what I am doing. Did you forget about that too?”

“I’m sorry. My phone broke and then I was sent off and…”.

“And nothing, Rúben. I get you had a crap day but you can’t just forget about me”.

“Let me get you some towels…”.

“I don’t want you to bring me towels! I want you to stay out of my way!"

“I’m sorry…”.

But you didn’t want to listen. You just wanted to remove the wet clothes and take a shower with water so hot that it almost burned your skin.

Rúben went to the room when you were in the shower, listening to know when you were coming out of the bathroom. And the first bad sign came when he noticed you weren’t singing. You always sang in the shower but now were quiet as a mousse. The last time that happened was when you had a terrible day at work and ended up crying in the shower so he wouldn’t see you do it. Were you crying again?

Finally, you got out of the bathroom wearing a robe and carrying your wet clothes with you to take to the washing machine.

“I can wash that for you…”.

“Zip it”, was the only thing you said and if looks could kill…

He sat down on the bed again and then you came back and started to pick up clothes before heading to the bathroom again. The way you slammed the door made him close his eyes. You weren't going to listen to him today.

He then realized you were using the blowdryer and knew it would take a while so he went to the kitchen to make some dinner. You didn’t have to talk to him but could at least eat, right?

Rúben knew you liked pasta so he made some for the both of you and then took a piece of the chocolate cake you had in the freezer so it could defrost and be your dessert. You kept it there for those bad days when you needed all the chocolate you could eat.

“I made you some food”, he said when you got to the kitchen. But you didn’t acknowledge him and just went to the kettle to make yourself some tea. You still felt so cold. “You have to eat”.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll just go to bed. Feel free to stay in another room tonight”.

He grabbed your arm when you walked past him. “Stop this. Stop acting like a child”.

“I’m the child? Says the man who gets into fights at work and gets sent off…give me a break”.

“Ok then, starve yourself tonight. I don’t care”.

He had enough for one day. And so did you, so after hearing him, you took your mug and went to your bed. It was also far away from him so you felt great there.

After drinking your tea, you heard Rúben approaching the room and faked being asleep. Even if he could probably tell you were not really sleeping but you were exhausted and didn’t want to argue more.

He opened some drawers, getting the clothes he would sleep in that night and then you heard some movement on the bedside table. You assumed he had taken your empty mug to the kitchen but when he left and you opened your eyes, there was a plate with food there. And cake.

You waited until the door from the other room was closed to go out and take the plates to the dishwasher. A part of you wanted to go see Rúben and let him apologize. So you could also apologize once he was done but your ego didn’t let you do it and you just went to bed and fell asleep.

Rúben wasn’t so lucky. He kept trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but couldn’t. Not while being upset with you and not knowing you were in the same house but not sleeping next to him. It felt wrong.

Also, his toe hurt a lot. When he went to the dressing room, he took his boots off and saw some blood on the socks. When the other player stepped on his foot, he stabbed his big toe with the studs. One of the doctors cleaned the wound and bandaged it but now it was hurting again. And when Rúben went to take a look, he saw some blood on the bandage. He needed a clean one but those were in your room. And it was 3 am.

Moving as quietly as he could, he got to the bathroom and started to open drawers, trying to find the bandages and the disinfectant. But he woke you up, startling you for a second with the noise. You got up to see what was going on and saw him sitting on the floor with half of your first aid kit on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't mean to wake you up".

"Are you hurt?"

"It's my toe. A player stepped on it and it's bleeding again. I just need the bandages…", he kept checking the drawer but wasn't going to find anything there.

"They are in the cabinet".

He moved to get up and get them but you stopped him.

"Don't, I'll get them for you".

"Thank you".

Without saying anything, you took the bandages and sat down on the floor. You took his foot and put it on your lap so you could clean the wound and then bandage it. You sneezed a few times and felt very congested. The joys of being out in the cold rain with no umbrella to protect you.

"Done".

"Thank you".

"It's fi…", another sneeze stopped you from finishing the word.

"Are you sick?"

"Either that or I developed an allergy to you".

Rúben laughed. It was good you were making jokes again.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did. Again, I'm sorry".

"I'm sorry too".

He got up and offered his hand so you could do the same.

"How about you go to bed and I find some medicine for your cold?"

You nodded, eyes closing from how tired you were and how terrible you felt. Practically collapsing into the bed, you tried to sit up to take the medicine Rúben brought.

"Are you staying here?", you asked when you saw him getting into bed next to you.

"Of course. I read the leaflet for the medicine and it says to drink a lot of liquids and get a lot of cuddles from your boyfriend. So…doctor's orders".

He opened his arms so you could hug him and you smiled before doing just that.

"Also, it's my fault you're sick and I feel guilty".

"As you should. You better buy more cake tomorrow".

"I won't forget. And I won't forget about you either. I promise".

[bunthebreadboy]

so i’ve been on my atla bs once again, and while rewatching today i got the lovely thought that azula reminded me of a specific kpop idol and spiraled from there. so. here’s my personal list of kpop idols as atla characters!!

these are mostly based on vibes and/or visuals. by no means do i mean to make idols i think are similar to the show’s antagonists out to be bad people!!! i will give an explanation behind my thoughts as well.

also disclaimer, i know next to nothing about boy groups, so please spare me lol

anyways

seungkwan (seventeen) as aang

- once again, i know nothing about boy groups

- i did however watch the devil’s plan (amazing show by the way, it’s on netflix) and the positive but still very determined vibe seungkwan brought to the show reminded me of aang

- also, this selfie of him reminds me of the one scene with aang in the flower crown

jihyo (twice/soloist) as katara

- extremely hard workers who trained for years to get to where they are now

- have natural leadership abilities and are total mom friends

- would cuss someone out if they were very annoyed

- thanks to jeongyeon and her water bottles, jihyo is actually a pro waterbender already (jeongyeon is pakku but without the misogyny. the entire pakku/katara fight is just a compilation every single concert encore where jeong and jihyo bicker)

chan (skz) as sokka

- this honestly just felt right

- every time i see a clip of chan on a live i end up laughing

- i have also heard from stays that skz would collapse without chan and i very much think the same of sokka since he’s the ideas guy

- also aussie sokka lmao

hyunjin (loossemble) as toph

- competitive level 1000000 (please watch one episode of loossemble assemble and tell me i’m wrong)

- would do something out of spite but is also very protective of friends

- cannot be left alone without causing hazards

- theft (“stealing can be fun” -hyunjin)

- chaos reincarnate when younger, calmer (a bit) when older

- toph would also wear that shirt and pretend she didn’t know what it said even though sokka told her

heejin (artms/soloist) as suki

- i mostly thought of this because heejin and hyunjin are former loona members and good friends. which would make the scene where suki saves toph from drowning even funnier imo

- but also have you SEEN this woman’s muscles??? i have full confidence that heejin could handle her own in a fight

- every sapphic i know who’s seen atla had a crush on suki growing up and every sapphic loona stan i’ve met (which is most loona stans) has had a crush on heejin

- heejin’s lore in loonaverse is basically being a god and i personally equate that to suki

- also, they’re dorks

siyeon (dreamcatcher) as azula

- LITERALLY THE REASON I THOUGHT OF THIS POST (specifically vision era hello???) LOOK AT HER

- siyeon is at the scene of the crime like 90% of the time something chaotic happens in dreamcatcher so i can fully imagine her cosplaying azula and running around with sparklers or something

- she’s also very good at looking evil in mvs so i think she could play azula

- that scene in the deja vu music video right before the last chorus when fire shoots up from behind her? she’s literally a firebender

seonghwa (ateez) as zuko

- i know absolutely NOTHING about ateez aside from a couple of their title tracks but this man looks so much like siyeon i couldn’t resist

- idk i just feel like they’d be good at being the fire disaster siblings

- he also looks like he’d eat up the “the scar is not on the wrong side” line for some reason???

- was probably an angsty teenager at some point

miyeon (gidle) as ty lee

- nobody can out femme either of these two

- cute extroverts who could also be deadly (like imagine x-file miyeon during boiling rock)

- i feel like ty lee would LOVE doing dance challenges with anyone and everyone

bibi (soloist) as mai

- i am fully aware that bibi isn’t an idol but i couldn’t resist

- she just gives the mai vibes honestly. you know that trope where the guard asks the character to hand over all of their weapons and just stands there and stares as said character pulls out knives from everywhere? that is both bibi and mai

- bibi is also the queen of every concept so i fully believe she could probably play the entire cast of atla in a chaotic one-woman show

anyways i hope you enjoyed my chaos rambling and i kind of want to do this with other shows so if you liked this please leave me recommendations!

[sagau-my-beloved]

Almost my birthday so can I please have Venti on your birthday hc?

☁️ anon

Venti and readers birthday headcanons:

Of course! And happy birthday!!!

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General sagau:

• Well of course he's gonna make it all a surprise

• You probably won't even know that he knows the day of your birthday, letting it slip in some conversation months prior and forgetting all about it

• But obviously he immediately committed it to memory, spending those months occasionally picking things out and making stuff in his free time or whenever he was struck with a particularly interesting idea

• As much as he wouldn't want to let anybody else know in order to have all of your attention, he also really wants to make it the biggest deal in the entire universe and for everyone in Teyvat to celebrated across every region, because that's what you deserve

• So he will eventually break down and start spreading the word about a week prior with the very clear instruction that no one is allowed to say a single word to you about it

• If it does get back to you he will know, and he will be very upset, and no one wants to see an upset archon cause that's just asking for some natural disaster

• When the actual day comes he's going to be the first person to see you, absolutely no exceptions

• Venti will sneak into your room at 12 in the morning, through the window if he has to and just stay there until you wake up, practically vibrating in excitement

• The first thing you see when you open your eyes will be a gift shoved into your face along with a slice of Apple pie (he tried apple cake three different times and not once did it turn out decent)

• He will be watching your reaction like a hawk as well, literally any minor expression is going to be captured and deeply ingrained in his memory

• And now it's time for "how long can he keep you in your bed alone before your other followers physically break down the door" and the answer of not very long

• Then begins your long day of being whisked away to various different nations throwing parties, celebrating, and of course offering you things

• Everything is going to be completely decked out decorated with your statue as the centerpiece, covered completely in flowers and other nice things, piles of gifts accumulating at the feet

• Venti is planning on being with you no matter where you go as well, and he's absolutely gonna pull you away for moments of alone time every now and then whenever he sees an opportunity arise, giggling with you while other Archons and high members of society seek you out as you two hide together

• But obviously he's fully engrossed in the festivities himself, dancing and drinking and laughing along with everyone else, playing songs dedicated to you in front of large audiences yet never taking notice of anyone else because your smile is just that encapsulating

• Prepare to be the center of many toasts because that's gonna happen a bunch, also prepare to not eat a single spoonful of the same thing twice, as the amount of specially prepared food is quite literally overflowing

• Of course whatever nation you're not currently in has a religious ceremony going in full effect, praying for your good health in the upcoming year and thanking you for your blessing of allowing them to celebrate something so special with you

• When you do finally get back to wherever you're currently staying be prepared for a three-hour long gift opening session

• If you aren't particularly fond of an audience for such an event then everyone is perfectly fine leaving you to do so alone in your room, allowing you to effectively take a break from all the people

• Except Venti of course, he's going to be right there watching, helping, making snide comments about how 'uncreative' some people coughZhonglicough can be

• He makes sure to save whatever other gifts he has for last so that both your first and last gift came from him

• You best believe people are going to continue partying late into the night and possibly early into the morning, especially Mondstadt, no one wanting to waste an opportunity to have a good time

• And as much as he would love nothing more than to join them, Venti is more than happy simply laying in bed with you, whispering words of thanks that you're here with him, that you still consider Teyvat worthy of your presence, and silently begging that it will stay that way so you can repeat this all again next year

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Reverse isekai:

• He is stressed

• Since Venti is the only one with you, it falls solely on his shoulders for you to have a pleasant and unforgettable day, which is quite a burden to carry with absolutely no money to back him up, or so you would assume

• What you didn't know was that he had been playing night shows for cash after you've gone to sleep for the past few months a few times a week, mostly as a way to have money to give you things but also because he really missed performing for an audience, so this makes it a no lose situation (other than all the sleep)

• Your actual birthday morning would be quite the same, him waking up ungodly early in your shared bedroom in order to get everything ready

• You will wake up to a very decorated apartment and the smell of pie, along with breakfast of course, and Venti immediately giving you a good morning kiss, which may or may not turn into something more, depending on how you want to take it

• He has a very heavily planned day, which involves you cuddling in bed for an hour after breakfast and then opening a few gifts to start

• His plan also works around any other obligations you might have, be that a family get together or a dinner with friends, and even less pleasant stuff like at home work (he's not letting you go in to work, that's an uncrossable line and he'll tell your boss himself if you won't)

• If the weather is particularly nice then he has a picnic planned for lunch, and if it happens to be too unreasonably hot or cold or even rainy then he's taking you out to lunch (his treat) wherever you possibly could desire

• For dinner he plans on making whatever you've told him you specifically like that he can cook, or maybe even branching out and trying a family recipe that you've missed, taking great care to ensure every step is perfect and even calling up some of your family members if something seems to be going awry

• Then for dessert there's always the apple pie he made, along with a few other cakes and pies if you aren't particularly fond of apple

• He tried his absolute hardest to get you anything you could have possibly wanted, taking very careful notes through the months on whatever you looked longingly at that was just a little out of your current budget

• He relies very heavily on what you want all day really, though that's not particularly unusual, but this is the one time of year where you could ask anything in the world of him and he'd comply without a second thought

• A part of him is incredibly upset and that the rest of Teyvat is so ignorant to such a special day, that you won't be receiving all the luxuries you so obviously deserve

• But there's always that part of him that's unbelievably happy he is the only one that gets to indulge in something so special, the most important holiday of the year and one dedicated solely to his most prized beloved

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.3 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

“No,” Brian intoned, “Such a bad idea.”

Awww, but isn't that a villain rite of passage?

(Yes, yes, I've read like 17 versions of the fic scenes where they point out it's a bad idea, all probably derived from this chapter)

“Come on,” Lisa wheedled, “It’s a rite of passage for dastardly criminals like us.”

Lisa. You're the Undersiders. Right now, you guys are anything but 'cool' and dastardly is reserved for 'cool' villains.

“Robbing a bank is moronic.  We’ve been over this,”  Brian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know what the average haul is for hitting a bank?” Lisa paused, “Twenty thou?” “Exactly.  It’s not millions like you see people getting away with in the movies.  Banks don’t keep a lot of loose cash on hand, so we’d be pulling in less than we would for most other jobs

Okay, yes, Banks don't keep a lot of loose cash, but really? Only twenty thousand? That's a lot of armored trucks going in and out every day then or something.

“We won because we picked our battles.  We wouldn’t have that option if we were cooped up in the bank and waiting for them to come to us, letting them decide how and where the fight happened.”

Brian, you're talking to Rachel, who I believe is the physical embodiment of this tumblr post:

I’d almost forgotten I was a part of the discussion.  The last thing I wanted was to rob a bank.  Hostages could get hurt.  The fact that it would potentially put me on the front page of the paper wasn’t a high point, either, if I ever wanted to drop the supervillain ruse and become a hero in good standing.  I ventured, “I think Brian makes a good case.  It seems reckless.”

Come on Taylor! You know you wanna just cut loose! :P :rofl: (Jk)

“Figure that’s happening in the middle of the school day, and they won’t all be able to slip away to stop a robbery without drawing attention.  People know the Wards are attending Arcadia, they just don’t know who they are.  So everyone’s constantly watching for that.  Since they can’t have all six or seven of the same kids disappear from class every time the Wards go off to foil a crime without giving away the show, chances are good that we’d go up against a couple of their strongest members, or one of the strongest with a group of the ones with less amazing powers.  We can beat them.”

And if a certain overstressed healer hadn't been there to make a withdrawal, this probably would have been fine.

That, and he really wants us to do a job at that particular time.”

I believe that screams 'BAIT!' and 'YOU ARE A DISTRACTION!'

“They have ride-alongs or aerial cover from various members of the Wards and the Protectorate, so we’d be caught in a fight with another cape from minute one.  Same problems that Brian’s talking about, as far as getting caught up in a fight, difficulty accessing the money before shit goes down, yadda yadda.  Anyways, the Brockton Bay Central has cars coming in twice a week, and leaving four times a week.  We hit on a Thursday just after noon, and it should be the best day and time for the sheer size of the take.  Only way we’re getting away with less than thirty thousand is if we fuck up.  With what the boss is offering, that’s ninety thou.”

Not a bad chunk of change for a lunchbreak sized job.

Brian sighed, long and loud, “Well, you got me, I guess.  It sounds good.”

If Brian isn't physically facepalming when he says this, he has to be mentally. Just... such 'fiiiiiiiiiine! (exasperated)' energy.

Arguing against the bank robbery at this point would hurt my undercover operation more than it helped anyone.  With that in mind, I began offering suggestions that – I hoped – would minimize the possibility of disaster.  The way I saw it, if I helped things go smoothly, it would help my scheme to get info on the Undersiders and their boss.  It would minimize the chance that someone would panic or be reckless and get a civilian hurt.  I think I would feel worse if that happened than I would about going to jail.

Fair, on the civilian front. I have no idea how many civilians Taylor hurts, but it's probably low. Also, the rationalizations continue apace!

The discussion went on for a while.  At one point, Lisa got her laptop, and we debated entrance and exit strategies while she sketched out a map of the bank layout.  It was uncanny, seeing her power at work.  She copied a satellite image of the bank from a web search into a paint program, then drew over it with thick bold lines to show how the rooms were laid out.  With another search and a single picture of the bank manager standing in front of his desk, she was able to mark out where the manager’s desk was.  That wouldn’t have been too amazing, but without pausing, she then went on to mark where the tellers were, as well as the vaults, the vault doors and the enclosed room that held the safe deposit boxes.  She noted where the fuse box and air conditioning vents were, but we decided we wouldn’t mess with either of those.

It's amazing what you can find on the internet... and with a power that lets you do what Sherlock Holmes pretends to.

Of the four of us, I got the impression he had the least to contribute, at least strategically, and that he knew it.  I wasn’t sure if he just didn’t have a very tactical mindset or if he just didn’t care that much about the planning stage of things.

Despite the fact that he is (according to fanfic, not sure if this is canon) a sociopath, and at the very least, fucked up thanks to being one of Heartbreaker's Kids, Alec may be the most normal of the Undersiders.

And boy is that weird to say.

“Sure,” he said, “So let’s go down the list.  Team leader: Aegis.  You’d think he has the standard Alexandria package, flight, super strength, invincibility, but that isn’t exactly right.  He does fly, but the other two powers work differently than you’d expect.  See, he isn’t invincible… he just doesn’t have any weak points.  His entire biology is filled with so many redundancies and reinforcements that you just can’t put him down.  Throw sand in his eyes and he can still see by sensing the light on his skin.  Cut his throat and it doesn’t bleed any more than the back of his hand would.  The guy’s had an arm cut off and it was attached and working fine the next day.  Stab him through the heart and another organ takes over the necessary functions.”

*Me, shaking the powers* WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE NORMAL?!?!?!

“I don’t need to hold back?” Bitch asked, her eyebrow quirked. “For once, no.  Go nuts.  Just, you know, don’t kill him. 

Very important that you added that extra detail there, Brian :P

“The upside is that whoever he touches is also untouchable.  Can’t be hurt, can’t be moved.  Period.  He uses that defensively, and he can do stuff like throw paper or cloth in the air and freeze it in time, making an unbreakable shield.  You don’t want to run into something that’s frozen.  A car that drove into the side of a piece of paper that Clockblocker had touched would be cut in two before it budged the paper.”

Everyone, get ready for our favorite game here at @got-into-worm-by-mistake!

*Wheel of Fortune Audience Voice*

POWERS!

ARE!

BULLSHIT!

(I say this a lot. I'll say it more. Because I absolutely love how nothing about any power in Worm can be 'normal' powers. Genuinely. Favorite part of the story that isn't my poor little meow meow babygirl Amy)

“Wherever our powers come from, they also came with some limitations.  For most of us, there’s a restriction about using our powers on living things.  The reach of powers generally stops at the outside of a person or animal’s body.  There’s exceptions for the people with powers that only work on living things, like you, Alec and Rachel.  But the long and short of it is that the Manton effect is why most telekinetics can’t just reach into your chest and crush your heart.  Most people who can create forcefields can’t create one through the middle of your body and cut you in two.”

I feel like maybe Taylor would have researched this more/better?

“I said most,” Lisa said, “Why these restrictions exist is a question nearly as big as where we got our powers in the first place.  The capes that can get around the Manton effect are among the strongest of us.”

And maybe, bitch, that's why you don't help tilt the girl who is teetering on the edge of becoming an S-Class threat over said edge?

(I am entitled to be irrational about some things.)

“That just leaves Shadow Stalker.  Bloodthirsty bitch,” Brian scowled.

AYYYY! Sophia! You horrid little bitch!

(Do we find out before Taylor does that Sophia is Shadow Stalker?)

“She was a solo hero,” Tattletale said, “Vigilante of the night, until she went too far and nearly killed someone, nailing him to a wall with one of her crossbows.  The local heroes were called in, she got arrested, and made some sort of deal.  Now she’s a probationary member of the Wards, with the condition that she uses tranquilizer bolts and nonlethal ammo for her crossbow.”

Furthers the whole "heroes kinda suck, be a villain" messaging from Interlude 2, really.

“I am,” I admitted, “as well as third thoughts, fourth thoughts, and so on.  But I’m not going to let that stop me.  I’m coming with.”

Valid af though.

“So unless there’s anything else, I think we just planned a bank robbery before noon,” Lisa said with a grin.  I looked at the digital clock displayed under the TV.  Sure enough, it was half past eleven.

Either Lisa is having too much fun with this, or the other Undersiders are having too little fun with it.

[bapydemonprincess]

Seb patching up Bard’s hand after the chef was careless and burned it while cooking?

Welp, I hope you enjoy this, friend, because besides the fun of trying to continue this already established ship in this verse along with this scenario you presented me with.. I got an extra idea to add to the recipe, as it were. 😈

The butler heard a familiar yell coming from the kitchen, and yet it was much more pained than usual.

The demon felt it was necessary in this moment to.. cheat a little, bringing his form instantly to the kitchen, from upstairs where he'd been dusting bookshelves, to arrive before any kind of disaster could strike.

...Not as if he'd been keeping his hearing specifically tuned into that section of the manor recently while he was too far away..

Not as if he could sense the danger before he heard it as his own mind filled with pain, panic, and surprise and embarrassment.

Sebastian still made sure he was outside the kitchen door so he could swing it open in his honest haste and panic and rush in to see what was going on.

"Bardroy, what happened-"

"Ohhh, fuck off."

Sebastian froze at that sharp response, eyes wide, the words themselves slapping him more than being interrupted.

The embarrassment was raising. It was through the roof. The demon felt himself like he wanted to run and hide as if it were his own.

"M'hand fucking slipped okay, I'm workin' on cleanin' it, I got it, you can very well piss off and-"

"No, let me see your hand,"

The butler marched in further, quickly assessing what had happened and what the chef had just told him in those few seconds.

He was picking up a big stew pot off the floor and a wooden stirring spoon, there was hot stew of some kind- likely meat and potatoes -all over the floor.

His sharp gaze even found a now soggy cigarette among the stew, and before the chef stood up, he'd seen the man's red skin on his already calloused palm.

Perhaps the fool had likely been trying to idly smoke while cooking this stew, and the cigarette fell at one point from his mouth into the flames of the stove.

"Let me see it," he demanded again, charging closer still to grab the other man's hand just after he'd put the pot back down properly.

"Oi, what the hell-"

Sebastian was holding his hand firmly in both of his, a thumb idly running over the burns, and noting when the chef hissed in response.

And then..

Sebastian sighed, and quietly murmured, more to himself.

"Thank goodness, only a minor burn."

And then he was turning and tugging the same hand with him to follow.

"You'll only need a quick bandaging.. And perhaps.. to stay away from hot surfaces for a while.. if you can manage."

"Awright, THASSIT."

Bard angrily tore his hand away and took a step back, though the pain in his hand was his prize for such a reaction, he seemed beyond caring about that.

"What the 'ell 'as been with you, man! You've been in here almost twice as much as usual, not even t'cook or clean or tell me t'do somethin', but t'just bloody check up on me as if it's me first day all over again! Now you suddenly think a small burn is gonna kill me??"

And then for some reason the butler was staying turned away, having whirled away in seconds after Bard's tangent, a scowl and perhaps.. blush ..appearing on his face.

"The reason I've become more diligent should be clear as day, Bardroy. I've.. had to since you've clearly recently seen fit to spacing off more than usual lately! This cannot continue, even if it means I have to treat you like this, as if I have to keep watch on you like a mother does her child to make sure they don't hurt themselves."

"Yeah, or nag me more than usual like a bloody wife does a husband??"

Sebastian was grabbing his hand again, uncaring it was the burnt one he was yanking and pulling on.

"Come, I'll treat the burn at once,"

Bard grimaced, but decided to stop struggling in arguing, in favor of growing more curious than angry- baffled even -over the butler's new found need to set him straight in this manner.

Soon they were at the closet with the necessary ointment and bandages and the butler finally released his hand in favor of snatching them up.

the chef meanwhile still eyed him.

Despite this change, the other man was still very brisk and straight forward, as if he too wanted to just get this over with.

"I don't think I even need t'get this patched up, y'know. I've had worse.. and you very well know that."

"A burn is still a burn, non the less, Bard," the man ahead of him simply countered.

And now they were back to the kitchen.

The butler didn't even need to get the chef to sit, he was already doing so, and even freely putting his burned hand out on top of the table.

The butler was right away getting water on a damp towel now, then sitting beside him, and getting to work dabbing at the burns.

Bard had finally chosen to just let this happen.

He supposed if.. it made Sebastian feel better or.. whatever... he'd let him do this.

And in fact, just realizing such a thing himself had him eyeing the butler..

Who truly was focused on smearing that ointment all over his burns, ruining his glove in the process, and then taking the bandages to wrap his hand up.

...

In truth the demon was trying his damnedest not to think of this blasted human watching him, starting to see the truth under his façade of formality. Sensing through this blasted .. THING.. his confusion turning to curiosity and then to amusement!

"Oi," Bard had hunched in close.

"Y'mind give'n it a kiss as well, t'help the pain?"

His voice a high lilt of blatant mockery.

The butler had just finished his final wrapping, and while those dark glinting eyes had shifted from his work to the chef's face, he'd suddenly let his lips part...

Mouth opening wide enough to show off sharp front canines.

That snapped off the rest of the remaining gauze in one bite.

The chef jolted at just that... but only a tiny bit...

He knew damn well this particular butler had fangs.. He'd seen them enough times when the man was yelling at him, after all.

But he had no idea how he had them. At least not yet...

"I wouldn't want to exacerbate your wound after all of this, now, would I?"

Bard's eyes narrowed and.. he took too long to answer.

Sebastian was still watching him as he lifted the bandaged hand and..

...Proceeded to lower his fangs very very lightly over his palm.

He didn't press in. Just lightly gnawed a little.

"It means to make something worse, Bard,"

Sebastian said this while still having Bard's hand slightly in his mouth.

...

Curiously there was nothing, no feel for the man's emotional response during this moment. As if in this second the new bond was broken all on account of Bard's mind currently too broken to express anything.

And then his entire face lit up like a flame as he nearly jumped up from his seat.

"I KNEW THAT!! OI, GET YOUR WEIRD BEASTIE TEETH OUTTA ME HAND!!"

Sebastian obeyed, but not without letting out an open chuckle, fangs still on display as he pulled back and straightened up.

"Very well, we're all done here, I think. Now maybe you will refrain from trying to cook things without my supervision, hm? Especially if you don't want these kinds of situations to transpire."

He had gotten up and casually pulled off his sullied left glove, turning to throw it out so he could replace it.

"Yeah, well, like I said, it was unnecessary t'begi-"

Bard froze, eyes locked on the butler's bare left hand.

And the mark he'd seen, clear as day, on the back of his left hand.

Confusion. Fear. Confusion. Fear. Curiosity. But more confusion. More fear.

Sebastian whirled about, eyes wide with alarm suddenly, questioning and concern on his features openly.

"Bard, what's wrong??"

"Y-You- You... Er... I..."

He stood up abruptly. So violently, in fact, the chair toppled.

His eyes stared at Sebastian differently this time.

And he was suddenly drenched in sweat.

"..Bard??" Sebastian asked again, naturally taking another step closer to the other again, and lifting his hand to reach out.

The man flinched.

And then started running.

And he'd left the kitchen.

Not answering the butler's call.

Not explaining himself at all.

And even when the butler could no longer hear the trampling of his boots as he ran away down the hall.

...The demon could still feel his pure terror and confusion.

....Through this blasted new mating bond they'd some how happened to form during this peculiar time of new experiences.

"...Hm."

Sebastian had by now noticed his left hand he'd been reaching out towards Bard- the one he'd taken his glove off of that had gotten sullied with the ointment used for caring for this man -openly displaying his mark of his contract.

Of his demonic seal.

"What.. perfect timing."

The demon muttered bitterly, glaring at that familiar symbol that would not be going away any time soon.

...

Just like this bond wasn't, either.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

obsessed with the transfem stevie diner au ❤️❤️ here’s some ideas !!🪱

she catches eddie staring at her belly and thighs thru the blue dress or something idk, like he drops some food and spills something because he was too busy ogling her, draws attention to himself. it happens too many times for it to be coincidence, stevie figured him out quickly. i would love to see robin in this and just watching eddie be an absolute fucking disaster, stuttering and stammering whilst he tries to offer her an extra large portion (that is definitely not going to be thrown out if it isn’t eaten, shhhh) of leftover cherry pie because otherwise “it’ll go to waste”😭❤️

stevie accidentally rips the seams down the sides of her uniform when she bends over to pick up plates, her ass in the air, and eddie decides enough is enough, he needs to fuck this girl now. hanging up a hastily draw ‘be back later’ sign at the door, hurrying all 3 customers out, and hauling her into the back room where he just wholly worships her.

admits to giving her the leftovers and eagerly watching her plump up. afterwards eddie begs stevie to let him take her on a date, this man is fucking gone. stevie blushing and giggling , smiling all cute because being a girl is so fucking awesome, gingerly nodding her head and twirling her hair around her finger, still flushed from their encounter.

eddie takes her out, wines and dines her the whole lot. when he arrives to pick her up, like the gentleman he definitely is yep, he has a fucking aneurysm at stevie in a silky maroon dress that hugs and accentuates her curves. that little bit of belly bounces a bit through the dress as she makes her way outside on her heels, admittedly a few inches taller than eddie 🤤🤤🤤

eddie is pretty much drooling at this point. after he lets stevie into his car, (that he spent days cleaning to try and make it nice for her) he almost trips getting in because when stevie sits down, her thighs are just delicious. all spread out in some silky red wine dress, all the while she’s blushing innocently at eddie. her belly is sat in her lap over her thighs, beautiful well maintained hair cascading down her shoulders dusted in freckles and moles. she is fucking gorgeous

i need a girl like stevie 🫠projecting so hard onto eddie rn

Transfem-Chubby!Stevie Diner Au

Wormie my heart!!

Ugh I'm so into Eddie being down bad with absolutely no ability to play it cool. Just getting a dopey smile on his face every time Stevie comes in for her shift. Eddie always has a "Sorry this was supposed to be without mayo" or "You should finish off the blueberry pie, we're just gonna toss it" or "Fries got kinda burnt, oops" or "accidentally made the same ticket twice" as a way to win her heart and get more food into her. Spends most of his time watching her from the kitchen window, just enamored, and probably also trying to catch a peek at her cleavage or panties depending on how she's facing when she busses and clears down a table. But God, he's just so tongue-tied or flustered when she talks to him.

And like think about the opposite order. So like Eddie musters up all his courage and cleans up to ask the pretty girl from work on a date at the end of their shifts. "I was wondering, you know, if you'd like to go out some time? Maybe get food at a real restaurant for a change, see a movie?" Of course she says yes, I mean Eddie's the sexy, flirty(?) line cook that she's been harboring the beginning of a crush on and finds it hard to turn down all his little flirty food blunder treats. And it's so endearing when he shows up to pick her up, dressed in one of his uncle's dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a tie, but still in his ripped studded jeans, and he's parted his hair. And Stevie is wearing one of her favorite dresses that she got after being on hrt for a bit, and like, she does not account for how much Eddie has been feeding her at work, because it looks pretty sinfully tight, not bursting by any means, but her new curves are so defined: the belly pooch, the hip/thigh dips, it actually fits well in the chest, but like another pound or two and she'll be tugging at the back to make sure it's fully covering her wider, rounder, Disney mom ass.

And when she's standing in front of Eddie (holding his bouquet of flowers), and he has to look up at her nervous smiling face, his own is plastered with a look of awe and admiration. He's so proud to be taking out this beautiful (giant, complimentary) woman. At the restaurant he orders for them both, but not in like a weird or controlling way, he like, gets them the tasting menu at this upscale but not over hyped place, and so he could actively avoid any scenario where Stevie might feel self conscious and not order what she actually wants. This way, he rationalizes, she won't have to think about what she's eating, and he knows she's going to be getting his money's worth. He even makes sure that they're getting slightly different courses so that he can let her "try" his dishes. Maybe he even tells a white lie about having had her tasting menu before, so she doesn't feel obligated to share back with him, he just wants her to get to try everything 🤤.

So then, after they start dating, and Eddie hasn't stopped his little screw-up scheme, all but feeding her intentional wrong orders, she finally has a wardrobe moment. Stevie is helping bus tables on a relatively slow day, just a couple of patrons. Eddie is watching her from the kitchen, as usual (his favorite show). Stevie bends over to wipe the table down and suddenly there's a pop, and she bolts upright, feels her side, goes bright red and runs to the kitchen, looking close to tears. Eddie tells her to meet him in the store closet, then runs out and apologizes to the few patrons, mostly stragglers just getting coffee or staying back to read the newspaper, ring them up, and lead them out.

He flips the sign to closed and runs back to Stevie. She's still rosey cheeked and tearing up, eyes a little bit puffy and Eddie, so sincere and earnest, is holding her head in his hands and smiling and trying to calm her. "What's wrong, beautiful Girl? What's got my babydoll so upset, huh?" And she moves her body and her apron that's twisted awkwardly to the side to show the burst seam. The first thing that comes to Eddie's mind is Pillsbury biscuits, his mouth is dry and he reaches his hands out tenderly to feel Stevie's warm soft sides, caressing them and feeling them flare out with the swell of her belly and hips, reaching back around her to cup her breathtaking ass, pulling her into a flush embrace. Their breathing is ragged, they're both nervous, and Eddie just holds Stevie's gaze for a moment before breathing out "Oh, fuck, Stevie...you're so fucking hot" and crashing their mouths together. Stevie's arms immediately fall around the back of Eddie's neck and he's desperately pressing her against a wall, slotting a leg between her thighs and dragging the skirt of her dress up to feel up one of her luscious cheeks. He's desperately grinding against her pillowy thigh and he can feel her, hard, against his.

Eddie pulls away for a second, scrambling to pull off his chef's coat, and then helps get Stevie out of her dress leaving her in a beautiful little bralette and hip-hugging silky panties. It's everyday underwear, not lingerie or anything, and he's just so smitten. She's hooking a leg around his waist while he kisses down her neck, nuzzling her perky little tits, rubbing a thumb over a clothed nipple. He kisses further down nuzzling her tummy, feeling her abs clench under the softness (she's ticklish). He kisses at her hips, bites at her inner thighs after pulling one over his shoulder, mouthing at her cock through the fabric and just looking up with so much desire and adoration asking her "🥺 Please, can I?🥺" And she nods yes, anxiously, but sincerely, not having felt this way before, desired in this way before, and it just feels right, natural. And Eddie makes her feel so exceedingly, knee-bucklingly, toe-curlingly, gut-wrenchingly good. She's just left there panting, chuckling, fingers clenching Eddie's hair, leg still up on his shoulder. He's pressing kisses into a pillowy, marshmallow thigh.

They get back to their feet and get dressed again. Stevie's hands move self-consciously to the popped seams at her sides, arms crossed across her body, hugging herself to appear smaller. So Eddie grabs his leather jacket from his locker and places it over her shoulders, giving her more coverage. She smiles meekly, glad for it, pushing some of her hair behind her ear coquettishly, and he gives her a smiling kiss on the cheek before taking her home, where she invites him in to help her try on her other uniform dresses. So they can test their structural integrity, especially after a meal or two, you know...like at work...it's purely scientific reasons. idk this really got away from me, but I'm in love with it.