#he's too exhausted to be corrupt lol

[frownyalfred]

"Yeah he's dressed like a fucking Bat. So what? Some guy in the Narrows just got melted into acid by a ray gun on Tuesday. And you know who has to show up and deal with that?" hacking cough, another long drag "Last night I drank eleven of those fancy little espresso shots from that new cart over on 5th and didn't feel a thing. Doctor told me it's bad for my heart. You know what's bad for my heart? Crazy psychos with ray guns melting people into acid. Back in my day, people fell into acid, sure. But now they've got acid guns too?" more coughing, some chest pounding "Bat says he wants to go deal with that, I say more power to him. Matter of fact, he can walk right into my house and kiss my wife if it means I don't gotta write more paperwork about people getting melted into acid. You know how hard it is to identify people when they're goo? It all just looks like puked up spaghetti in those bags. And the acid keeps eatin' at the bags when they're in the cooler so they break open, and boom, that's another form. I filled out three forms about that this week, believe it or not. So yeah, the Bat's doing me a favor, way I see it." lighting another cigarette "Hey, buddy. You want one of these?"

Bruce Wayne, staring at the only other non-corrupt officer in the GCPD he was surreptitiously vetting after his last meetup with Gordon fell through: "Um. No thanks."

[mysicklove]

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DAY 9: CORRUPTION

With: Tanjiro Kamado

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: afab! + fem! reader, sub! tanjiro, hand jobs, tanjiro has sexual fantasies, reader is a tease/has experience, mentions of pee, tanjiro fondles boobs lol, brief mention of sexual harassment

A/N: i wanted to have go the full penetrative sex route, but it was 3k words done after the handjob, and we are on a TIME CRUNCH. so. maybe I'll do a part 2 one day.

Tanjiro tried to ignore your teasing. Tried to ignore the way your hands would linger on his skin for a second too long or the way you lightly touched his hips when you walked by and pretended that nothing was amiss. Tried to ignore the way your words seemed to be so much more than light-hearted compliments. 

But he couldn't. He began to daydream about you. First just simple romantic situations. Going on a picnic together, holding your hand, sharing secret kisses in the night. But soon, he began to imagine something more. Something he shouldn’t be doing. He turns your sweet compliments into something lewder, and by each night, his fantasies began to progress into something unimaginable. 

He felt ashamed of these thoughts. He has never had sex before and honestly, up until recently he hadn’t even thought of it. In fact, he didn’t even know what it was until Zenitsu got a little too detailed about his lusts. He explained that you are only supposed to do it with someone you love, especially your wife. (The blonde also teased the living hell out of him for being an adult, and still not knowing what sex was).

That was only two weeks ago. A week after you started your teasing, and his whole world has shifted.  

At first, the thought of sex grossed him out. But slowly, as his mind traveled back to what the blonde said, his dick got hard. He had seen this before in the mornings back when he was a teenager and when a pretty girl from the village would bend over, giving him a slight view of her breasts. With time, it goes away. Cold showers also do the trick. But now it wasn’t going away, and even worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about you in these moments. 

He would grip the sheets and rub his thighs together to help ease the ache until he eventually passed out from exhaustion. He has kept up the routine for the past couple of nights, and by god it was driving him insane. He also can’t bear to face you in the morning. He is too ashamed of his body and mind.

Last night he didn't just think about your teasing and soft caresses; he daydreamed about you touching his cock. Before, it was just kissing, maybe with just a little too much tongue, and maybe your kimono slipped past your shoulders. 

But never has he gotten so deep into the fantasy that you would ever touch him in a place so dirty. The guilt he felt the second he imagined it made him soft again. He clutched onto his pillow sheet to try to forget about it.

He was growing exhausted. The lack of sleep was really taking a toll on him. He pads his way over to his room, fresh out of training, with lidded eyes. Without really thinking about it, he opens the first door in front of him. 

It wasn’t his room. 

He stumbles through a door a little clumsily, and immediately pauses in shock. His breath catches when he finds you in the room, and undressing. Your back was facing him, and you had just taken off your shirt, leaving you in your black lace bra. You turn around at the noise, eyes widening with shock. Then, when you process who it is, you begin to laugh lightly at him, unashamed at your lack of a top.

Tanjiro turns bright red and he frantically waves his hands in front of his face. “S-Sorry!” He yells, bowing his head quickly and slamming the door shut. He huffs to himself and uses his hand to cover his mouth. He has to forget that image, has to or else he is bound to never get any sleep.

“Tanjiro?” You call from the other side of the door and he tears his hands from his mouth, cringing from pure embarrassment.

“Yeah, Y/N?” His voice came out a pitch higher with nerves. He grips his kimono, trying to pull himself back together.

“Can you come in here? I need some help.” 

He pauses for a moment. This was a test, it had to be. You were without a shirt in there; why would you need his help now of all times? But still, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity slide. So, he nods to himself, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and focus on trying to calm his dick down. He can do this. “Yeah, of course!” He chirps as normally as he can and gently opens the door again.

There you stand with your back to him, still in the same bra as a couple of seconds ago. He freezes, and blood rushes to his face. Maybe he couldn’t do this. 

“It’s stuck. I can't unclip it,” You whine, craning your neck to look back at him. His heartbeat begins to pick up and he subtly moves his hand to try to hide his growing cock. This was bad. Really bad.

His mouth goes dry, but he nods. “A-Alright.”

You smile to yourself and turn around again. Shaky hands come up to your bra, and he struggles to unclasp it. You hum to yourself, intrigued. “It’s difficult, isnt it?”

He nods his head and stares at his fingers. It wouldn’t be if they werent trembling. “Yeah, but I’ll get it off, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t.”

The tips of his ears burn, and he tries his best to ignore it. He gulps and finally with much struggle, manages to unclasp it. His hands drop immediately, and he stares at your bare back. He wants to touch it. Tanjiro takes a step backward and rests his hand carefully in front of the slight bulge.

You moan and stretch your arms. The sound goes straight to his groin. “Ah! Feels good,” You say, listening to the sound of your shoulder popping. He watches your back muscles contract, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, if that’s all you ne–”

You turn around, and Tanjiro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. His face turns a dark shade of red and he is left speechless. Your bare chest is on full display for him, and you seem to be smiling like you didn't have a care in the world. He was struggling to look at your face though, too enamored by the sight in front of him. 

So pretty.

“Thanks Tanjiro!” You chirp as if nothing was amiss. It seems to snap him out of it, and he tries desperately to focus on your face. Your face. Your nose. Your lips. Anywhere other than your breasts, because that was rude. You were a lady and he was raised correctly.

“Ah–Yeah,” He whispers and then notices your questioning face. “Um y-yeah! Of course…Um…I guess I will be going now…” The boy stutters out, feeling like an awkward teenager. His eyes seem to find the walls to be strangely interesting. Two hands now are being held in front of his pants.

You pout at him, and tap on his chest. His eyes flicker back to you, and he tries his hardest not to look farther down than he should. “So soon? Aw Tanjiro, don’t be so mean! Y’know I don’t like being alone.”

He gulps, and holds back a whimper. Do you not even realize how hard you are making this for him?

His eyes, without meaning to, trail back to your breasts. He startles himself by doing this, and he immediately snaps his eyes back to your face. The poor boy internally begins to panic. You totally saw him do that. You were going to deem him a pervert. He basically sexually harassed you. Would you still want to be friends with him? And why the hell is his dick twitching now of all times. 

“My my! Tanjiro you have some wandering eyes,” You purr, a grin plastered upon your face. Your hands move closer to one another, and by doing so, the plush of them seem to get bigger. You are killing him.

He pales and immediately takes a step back from you, waving his hands in front of his face for the second time tonight. Then, he bows at a full 90 degrees and squeezes his eyes shut. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, Y/N! I-Ill leave then,” He scrambles out, immediately turning to race out the door. To deal with his problem alone, and rightfully so for what he did to you.

“Do you want to touch them?”

He stares at the door, eyes wide. “What did you say?”

“I’ll let you feel them. I mean I saw that look in your eyes. You want to, yes?” 

His mouth goes dry, and everything goes blank. His eyes drift back to his hard on, and he subtly readjusts his clothing. Then, with much hesitance, Tanjiro nods. “Um…Can I? If that's okay with you of course…”

You let out a giggle. “Well, I did just offer, silly.”

He flushes red, and nods again. Then, he slowly turns back to you. He makes sure to stare at your face this time, even with the newfound approval. He tried to maintain some sort of respect. The nervous boy pads over to you, and finally, when he stands merely inches away from you, he stares at the floor. Now what.

You sense his nerves immediately, and bite your lip to hold back another giggle. Then you reach your own hands out and grab onto his. He jumps a little, startled by the movement, but ultimately allows you to hold them. Your hands hold onto his wrists, and bring them to your chest. A hand on each tit.

Tanjiro stares, his mind going blank. He doesn’t dare to move his hands, afraid that he might hurt you. They are warm. Warmer than he thought they were going to be, but that makes sense, considering they are mounds of fatty tissue. He doesn't think about the logistics of it.

The two of you stand in silence, and honestly, although Tanjiro may be enamored, you are feeling a little awkward. He hasn't moved an inch. “Are you frozen or something?”

He finally breaks his trance to look up at you sheepishly. “Oh! R-Right. Yeah…” 

The hands finally begin to move, and he squeezes the skin, ever so gently. His eyes widen at the feeling, and he gulps. “Soft,” He mumbles to himself, giving another testing squeeze. You hold back a giggle. He really seemed to be enthralled by them.

“Have you never seen a woman's chest before?” You question, already knowing the answer. He was very easy to read.

The boy shaked his head, slowly, as if embarrassed, and you smile, reaching up to pet his head. Then, you lean forward, close to his ear. “Have you seen a woman naked before?” You whisper, the heat of your breath making him shiver.

He catches his breath, and pauses his movements again. This time he answers out loud. “N-No.”

“Do you want to?”

He gulps and goes silent for a second. His dick was already hard, and it was beginning to be uncomfortable. It wants nothing more to see you naked though.

But, logically he knows thats wrong. He already walked in on you changing, is now touching your breasts, and is unbelievably turned on. It was borderline disrespectful to you. Not how he should treat women. 

He opens his mouth to apologize and leave, but you stop him. Your pants fall before he could say anything else and Tanjiro is at a loss for words. You weren't wearing underwear.

A woman is naked in front of him. He is touching a woman, and in a way that was not brotherly or platonic like he was used to. He is standing in front of the girl he has been having wet dreams about for the past week. 

“Oh wow. Wow. You are beautiful,” He breathes, mesmerized as he takes in your bare appearance. 

You smile at him, and glance downward. “And you are hard.”

Tanjiro pulls his hands away from you so quickly, you don't even have time to react. His hands are in front of his pants in an instant, and his eyes are wide with panic. You watch the way his mouth begins to open, obviously about to stutter out some sort of apology, but you are quick to cover it with the palm of your hand.

He stares at you with owlish eyes, but doesnt dare to move, afraid of the consequences. “Can I touch you?” You purr, gently pulling away his hands from in front of his uniform. He lets you, nodding his head hesitantly, but you can tell he is nervous, flushing red and trembling slightly.

The boy forces his eyes shut so he doesnt die from embaressment. The movement causes you to chuckle, but you dont mind too much, focusing your full attention on the sight below his pants. Your hands make their way to the cloth, and the second your palm grazes it, he is moaning out from behind the hand.

You raise your eyebrows at the noise, but continue to gently palm at it. “Sensitive?” 

His whole body jerks and he nods profusely under your hand. He begins to talk from under your hand, but it comes out muffled, so you are quick to remove it. “Wh-What are you doing? It feels weird!” He stutters out, confused and overwhelmed, but not daring to pull away.

You pause for a second. He seems to be shocked at your antics. Too shocked. “Tanjiro, you have touched yourself, correct?”

“What do you mean?” He whimpers out when your hand movements get rougher, almost dragging itself up and down his length. It feels strangely good.

You slip your hands inside his pants before he can protest, and begin to trace your fingers over his cock. The boy yelps in shock, and his eyes widen impossibly so. “What are you doing?” He repeats, more frantic this time. “That's dirty!” His cry is cut off by a breathless moan, as his eyes slightly roll back.

“Your dick,” You deadpan, ignoring his previous two statements. “Masturbated?”

He goes silent for a couple of seconds, eyes shut, and shivering under your touch. The poor boy's brain hasn't caught up with him. “Masturbated?” He breathes in question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This was all so new to him, he didn't know what to do or say.

Your eyes widen, and you have to hold back a laugh. This was something you have never encountered. You have met virgins, but someone who has never explored their very own body? Never. Though, it did make sense, considering how busy he was during his adolescence.

You pull his dick out, sliding his pants down his hips. He covers his face with his arms, not wanting to see the whole thing. Nobody has seen his full body, other than his friends when he went to bathe. But this was different. Completely different.

“Aw poor baby,” You coo, and he whines out at the nickname. “What do you do when this happens? You have gotten hard before, right?”

He is struggling to speak. Your hands have picked up their pace, and Tanjiro feels like he is on cloud nine. If he just did this all this time, would things be easier? “Cold showers work and–ngh, s-sorry sometimes I wait a bit…Or rub my thighs together to…to….oh that's so good–ease the pain!”

It was all so endearing to you. You have been in Tanjiros group for a year now, but you would have never guessed he was so innocent. You are surprised that Zenitsu, the little perv, hasn't taught him any of this. He must not have known either. I mean majority of the people find out on their own.

“Oh Tanjiro, you must have had it so hard. Don't worry I will–”

“Wait! Wait!” He screeches, cutting you off, and grabbing onto your shoulders and resting his head on them. You immediately pull away from his cock, but he whimpers and shakes his head. “No. No. No. Dont stop,” He basically begs, voice high in pitch and whinier than you have ever heard. “Just s-something happening.”

Your hand goes back to their movements and you sigh in relief, knowing exactly what the boy is talking about. “Are you going to cum?” You ask, and he doesn't say anything, most likely confused again. You feel his warm breath on your neck. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. You are close to orgasming. It's supposed to feel good, really good. So just relax, okay ‘jiro?”

The slayer nods, tears building up. He feels a strange sort of tightening in his lower stomach, and it feels pleasurable, but all and all, strange. His moans become louder, and he grips onto your shoulders like he is afraid you'll somehow disappear.

The boy takes your advice, and tries to relax, but his whole body twitches whenever your hand grazes the tip. It's unbelievably sensitive there, and it honestly scares him a little bit.

Suddenly his eyes fly open and his whole body tenses up. He grabs onto you in panic, wrapping his arms around you, practically engulfing you. “Oh no. No no no. S-Somethings coming out. Oh my–I'm going to pee. Y/N!” He yelps, panicking, but not wanting you to stop. It's all so confusing and he feels like he is losing his mind, but one thing he knows very well is that he really does not want to pee on you. Tanjiro would never recover from something so horrific.

You giggle at him, and use your other hand to pet the back of his head, hoping to comfort the startled boy. “You are not going to pee, relax, yeah? It's called cum, or semen I guess. It's a liquid, but not pee, I promise. Every male does it when they orgasm.”

He visibly relaxes at this, and you smile at him. Once again, he focuses on the build up of pleasure, shutting his eyes and groaning into your neck. He even has gotten confident enough to begin humping into your hands. The movements are shaky, like he is driven upon instincts alone, but cute.

Your thumb run over the tip and it spurs him to his high. His hands once again come gripping onto you, and his body caves in over on itself. “It's coming! Please, please, please!” 

You hum at him, and continue to stroke him off, glancing down to watch the way it shoots out of him. It's strong, and the white liquid stains your stomach. You eye it with amusement, and slight shock, and how much he is letting out. I mean that makes sense though, he has had it stored up for many years.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, is experiencing the best pleasure he has felt in his life. His abdomen tightens, and he accidentally digs his fingers into your back. His legs are shaking and he feels on the brink of collapsing. He doesn't breathe – he can't really, everything was too intense. Oxygen was the least of his priorities right now. But his mouth was hanging open, and occasionally letting out loud whimpers and groans. 

The whole orgasm took around thirty seconds. And you only touched him for about a minute. It was the most pleasurable minute and half of his life. He wished he could go for longer.

When he comes down from his high, he pants into your neck, catching his breath. His dark eyes flicker to your hand, and he screeches, panicked and pulling away. “Oh my–Whats that? I’m sorry, ew, ew, ew.”

You laugh at the frazzled boy, surprised to see him like this. He was always the calm and composed one of the group, it was endearing to watch him so frantic and panicked. His wide eyes stare at his own cum on your hands and now bare stomach. 

Then, much to his horror, you bring your hand up to your mouth, and kitten lick it. He stares at you in pure terror as you swallow it. His brain finally catches up to him after a couple seconds go by. “No! Don't do that, Y/N. Its dirty, so dirty!” He scolds, pulling your hand away from your face and scanning the room for a towel of some sort. When he doesn't find anything, he is quick to use the sleeve of his uniform to wipe off the substance, not caring that he will have to wash it later.

You ignore the slayer, but wait until he is finish. Then you push on his chest, with an incredible amount of force, considering how sturdy he was. He stumbles backward, hitting the edge of your bed, which sends him falling back onto the soft sheets. 

He is quick to assess the situation, looking around in mild shock from it all. But, he doesn't have time to really think about because your still bare body climbs over him. He watches the way your breasts hang, and gulps with a small squeak before looking up at your face again.

You grab one of his hands, and place it in between your thighs. Tanjiro does his best to not panic too much.

“Well, now that we explored your body, dont you think its time to return the favor?” You say, grinning feralishly, while the blushing boy lets out an audible gulp, whines, but finally nods. He feels himself growing hard again.

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[thinking-with-quadrants]

Raine and Eda's gem fusion (TOH / Steven Universe crossover)

Their fusion dance is just the scene in Eda's Requiem where they play their instruments back-to-back, but then they glow and fuse - but continue playing, because now they have 4 arms, Raine's arms on top playing the violin and Eda's arms on the bottom playing the cittern.

Their combined gem is sphene/titanite - base colour gold (eda) with green (raine) and red (both of them) sparkles. More designs and AU description under the cut:

Separate designs for them (Eda is big and shaped like Garnet because she's a fusion between Eda and the corrupted Owlbeast. Her harpy form is the harmonious fusion that happens after the Owlbeast's corruption is healed):

Alt design for the fusion, with merged/faceted eyes instead of separate ones - I just love how perfectly Eda's pointy eyes fit under Raine's round ones!

I imagine their combined personality might be like a rock star, because Eda's brashness and showmanship overpower Raine's stage fright, so they can finally be a star musician together. I love to think about how elated they would be after their first performance!

Plot (?):

So titans can travel through space, just because they're so magical. Several hundred years ago a titan arrived on earth to hide from the Archivists, carrying with it a lot of refugees from its original planet. The titan died, exhausted by the stress of the trip, but the refugees whom he protected survived and started a new life. They are protected by shielding magic from curious humans. They are a little different from the witches and demons of the boiling isles - they're gem-based lifeforms who form visible bodies around their gems, and they have very long lifespans.

One summer, Luz the human (obsessed with gems and magic) accidentally goes through a portal that Eda has made, ends up on the island and decides to live there instead of summer camp.  She meets Eda, whose gem has become fused with the corrupted gem of the Owlbeast, so sometimes the Owlbeast takes control of their shared body.

Luz becomes best friends with King (King is basically Steven and doesn't know he's actually a titan/diamond), who didn't have any friends before her because nobody has seen his type of gem before so everyone thinks he's weird. (The gem society in Steven Universe is kind of obsessed with roles, ranks and hierarchies, so seeing an unknown gem is unsettling). She basically becomes Connie to King's Steven (non-romantic, lol).

Luz has some adventures learning about the island. She gets to know Willow, who is an "overcooked" jasper and insecure about it just like Amethyst, but v. powerful once Luz helps her overcome the insecurity. And Gus and Amity.

Meanwhile, on the titan’s home planet, Belos (not a human in this AU) has formed a deal with the Archivists to be allowed to rule the planet in a way that the Archivists approve of in exchange for trying to find the escaped titan. And now they have found earth somehow. Raine, who leads an underground rebellion against Belos, manages to be the one sent to earth. Unfortunately for them, Belos sends Hunter (Belos’s pearl - Hunter has big pearl energy, right?) along with them.

Once they arrive on earth Raine keeps trying to secretly sabotage Hunter’s attempts to find the island so they can find it first themselves and warn everyone.Don't know how that goes, but eventually they find Eda - maybe even in the human world and not on the island? So they finally meet again after a long time. Back then she was too afraid to tell them she's a fusion but now she doesn't give a fuck, which leads to them rekindling their relationship!

[g0ry0re0]

"Two Sugars", Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper, 2024, Film) - Imagine

Description: You work in Derek's office at Danforth Enterprises. After the first few days, Derek finally notices you and makes his move. / Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

General Notes: 18+, MDNI!!, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Lots Of Pet Names, Reader Insert, Shamelessly Flirting In A Professional Setting, Second Person POV, Based On The First Derek Scene In The Film, Use Of Curse Words, A Little Bit Of Abuse Of Power, Reader Has Some Internal Dialogue ("italics"), Some Suggestiveness At The End

Author's Note: For the first time, my title is not based on a song lol. The prompt is actually the same as the one I used for my C.AI bot for Derek, but I wanted to put my own spin on it. I'll be honest, this character may be a little altered to my liking to fit the prompt (and for my own selfish reasons), so if it's not exactly accurate, sorry! Also, props to my awesome sister (she asked me to say that), @hazeldastar for proofreading! Hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 1,577 Words

You blink your eyes wearily, hands on both sides of your face as you're hunched over your desk. This was exhausting. Three days of straight paperwork and data entry, staring at the tiny printed words on paper and the glowing blue light of your desktop computer. It was getting to you. You needed a break. There's a small coffee bar just down the hallway... The idea sounds more and more appealing to you as you continue to ponder it. You haven't had a chance to utilize the whole office space yet. Besides, you were just going to take a small break and grab a quick drink, maybe a snack. That would certainly help. Right?

You sigh in defeat as you stand up, stretching a bit before making the small trip. You only briefly give a friendly wave at a handful of others in the office, not really knowing anyone well enough yet to stop for a full conversation (not that you wanted to at the moment anyway). You walk up to the barista with a tired smile.

"Hi," your voice sounds raspy.

You hadn't talked to anyone all morning. You clear your throat before continuing.

"Could I just get a small black coffee, please? With two sugars?" You hold up two fingers.

The barista responds with a classic "Customer Service Smile" and a nod before turning around to make just that.

You sigh again and lean against the counter, facing the center of the office, surveying your surroundings. You don't realize that you're starting to doze off until you can hear the sound of wheels on the concrete floor behind you, quickly snapping you out of your meditative state.

"Uh, let me get...flat white. Oat milk, of course. And, uh...extra shot of espresso."

Before the idea even pops into your head to turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, someone passes by you on their skateboard. They stop right in front of you, stepping off their board and kicking it up into their hands. They lean against the counter, facing you. Oh, fuck... You say in your head (hopefully), trying not to look as mortified as you feel. The goddamn CEO of the company was standing in front of you, a little too close for comfort, and smirking. You straighten your posture and nervously pull down your shirt.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, honey. You new?" He's looking you up and down, not even trying to be subtle.

"Uhh," you say breathlessly, feeling flustered. "Yes. I just started a few days ago. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Danforth."

"Oh, you don't have to call me that, please. Call me Derek." His smirk grows and he moves closer to you, making your breath hitch.

What is he wearing?

"So, what exactly do you do here, doll?"

His eyes bore straight into yours now, his corrupt gaze making you feel a bit humiliated and yet weirdly excited. His cheek was now resting on his hand as he leaned on the counter, his other hand still gripping the skateboard.

"I- I mostly do data entry, but I sort paperwork as well." You manage to spit out, your eyes avoiding his intense stare.

He uses the hand that was holding his head up to wave it in front of your face, bringing your eyes back to him.

"Stay with me, babe." He commands softly as he rests his hand back down on the counter, closer to yours this time.

That shouldn't have worked on you as well as it did. He continues.

"Sounds pretty boring, is that why you're standing out here? Is that what I'm paying you for?"

You swallow anxiously, "I'm on my break right now, and-" He holds his hand up to stop you.

"I was messing with you, sweetheart." He smiles, a bit more gentle this time.

What's this dude's goal here?

"I see you taking advantage of the coffee bar. What's a sweet thing like you normally get for a drink?"

Fuck it. You decide to play along, it's not like he was the worst-looking guy in the world. Quite the opposite in fact. You almost outwardly cringe at yourself.

"I normally get something a little more interesting, but I just went with a black coffee today. Two sugars." You held up two fingers again, smiling softly at him.

As if on queue, "Small black coffee, two sugars!" You turn around momentarily to grab your drink off the counter behind you.

Derek definitely did not let that opportunity pass him by, checking you out further, not even stopping when you turned back around to face him. Feeling the tiniest bit bolder, you move a little closer to him. He smirks knowingly and rests his eyes on yours once again. This cocky son of a bitch. He's barely done anything and you're already wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. He rests his hand on yours now, clearly feeling a lot more bold than you do. You hope that he doesn't notice how nervous you are. But he does, and he really likes it. Before you can say anything else, he speaks again.

"So, do you normally flirt with the CEO of the companies you work at?" He asks teasingly.

This motherfucker really likes playing games, doesn't he? You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"No. And, you're the one flirting with me, if anything."

You try to move your hand, but he grasps it softly and runs his thumb over your palm.

"Am I?" He softly presses his thumb into the pad of yours, eyeing you provokingly.

There's a brief pause in the conversation, both of you sizing one another up. His hand was still gently messing with yours, and you didn't want to pull away, but you probably should. Before you could muster up the strength to remove yourself, something else caught both your attention.

"Flat white, oat milk, add shot!"

You and Derek glance back at the drink placed on the counter before turning back to each other. He lifts his hand, taking yours with it, and ghosts his lips over your knuckles.

"Wanna grab that for me, love?" He presses your fingers against his lips.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again, but turn around and grab his drink with your free hand. How could you say no to the CEO?

"Ya know, I do have a name." You add, sliding his drink over to him on the counter.

"Oh, I know. I just really like messing with you." He quips, finally releasing your hand and grabbing his drink, taking a sip.

At least he admits it.

"So, you are flirting with me?" You mirror him now, taking a sip of your drink as well.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

Another lull in the conversation, eye contact between you two never wavering.

"Well, if you're gonna continue flirting with me, you could at least stick to one pet name. Instead of using every single one in the book." You tease.

"I would, I just haven't found one that fits you yet." He watches as you take another sip of your coffee and his eyes light up, only slightly, as he seemingly thinks of something. "How about 'sugar'?"

You laugh. Derek tries not to show how achieved he feels, but the smug grin on his face gives him away. He's already won, and you both know it. What a dick.

"A little cheesy, but I'll take it." You take another sip of your drink and he mirrors you, another pause.

Both of you stare at one another for a little too long, either in admiration or curiosity. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it wasn't particularly peaceful either. There was tension, definitely reciprocated, but also definitely not something that should happen at work. Especially not with your boss. You continue to look at him for a few moments, pondering the gravity of your situation before you think about what time it is. You snap out of your daze for the second time that day and grab your phone out of your pocket, glance at the screen. Shit...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Danfor-"

"Derek." He corrects.

"Derek," you say, unsure. "I have to get back to work. My break just ended."

"Sounds like a good idea, sugar." He smirks again, putting emphasis on the nickname he gave you.

Before you can walk past him, he holds his skateboard out to stop you. You look at him in confusion.

"How about I pick you up tonight? I think we could have a great time together," he comments, cocking his brow at the thought. "Maybe over coffee?"

You look around nervously, weighing your options. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn't spare it a glance, still looking at you.

"Just coffee?" You inquire, almost desperately.

"Sure." He looks you up and down again.

You don't believe him. He's definitely lying. But you think you're willing to take the risk anyway.

You give in.

"Alright. Coffee sounds good." You give him another soft smile.

Yeah, he definitely won. But when doesn't Derek Danforth get what he wants?

"I'll send a car for you. Black coffee, right?" He says with a glint in his eyes, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He places his skateboard on the ground.

"Right." You confirm, your smile growing wider.

"Two sugars?" He holds up two fingers.

"Two sugars."

Part 2? 👀

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[starwrighter]

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

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(Chapter five lol)

A jarring noise jolted him awake way too soon for his liking. His eyelids still felt like anchors and vague images of a good dream lingered in his mind. If he went back to sleep now the chances of him continuing his dream where it left off were next to zero. As the noise continued Danny found himself pouting, his eyes watering despite not being sad. Frustration bubbled like a hot spring as he whipped his head around to the source. The radio!

All his anger shifted to giddy hope, exhaustion melting away as he rushed to the blinking red light and pressed play. The machine whirred and clicked a robotic voice different from his PDA chiming in

"Playing pre-recorded distress call..."

"This is lifepod 3, uploading our coordinates. We're plugging some holes in our emergency Seaglide, so if we're late for the rendezvous don't panic. Also, don't go home without us. Seriously. 3 out."

A young lady's voice played from the machine, coordinates downloading to his PDA along with the message itself. It felt like a decade had passed since he'd heard a human voice despite only being on this planet for a day at max. Looking at the coordinates, their life pod should be floating around in one of the kelp forests. Danny still looked human, so meeting up with the other survivors probably wouldn't be too scary for them, alarming yes, but not scary.

In all likelihood, the crew of life pod 3 wouldn't still be there when Danny reached the signal. The message had been sent around ten minutes after the crash and Danny was just now receiving it a day later. A rendezvous was mentioned in the distress call, maybe he could get the coordinates from the other pod's radio? The call he received was obviously responding to a distress call other than his. Why he wasn't receiving messages in chronological order was probably the same reason his PDA's blueprints were corrupted and his lifepod's interior was on fire when he woke up.

All he knew was following that signal was the first thing he was going to do when he set out again. Inside the life pod, however, he was going to have breakfast. Toddling over to the storage unit Danny picked out what was supposed to be a block of food. Scrunching up his nose Danny took a bite, it was dense and crumbled when he bit into it yet, was somehow chewy like a fruit gummy. The taste was nothing like fruit in fact it tasted more like meat. Not good meat either, like someone had taken raw steak rolled it around in their yard fresh after mowing, and then sprayed disinfectant on it. It took an entire water bottle to wash away the artificial taste on his tongue! Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if you told him this was expired. It wasn't packaged, it just sat at the bottom of a warm storage unit next to his remaining water bottle and flares.

...

Was this some kind of space rat poison? Did he seriously just eat rat poison, his PDA didn't warn him it was rat poison. It should have warned him if it was rat poison there was no reason the PDA would have to poison him... Unless it wanted to? Did his PDA become sentient because it was sick of his crap? He hadn't even gotten close to the level of annoying his friends and enemies dealt with on a daily basis. If his PDA became sentient it was either a coward or trying to save itself the trouble.

"Hi?" Danny questioned, staring intently at his PDA waiting for a response... Nothing happened, after minutes of waiting silently so as to not interrupt the PDA if it decided to speak nothing happened no pop-up, notification, or comment. It wasn't at all disappointing and if it was that was only because the thought of a sentient AI to talk to sounded super cool.

Ancients, how was he this desperate for interaction already? Where was his fire extinguisher? Shuffling around the lifepod Danny looked under the seats, snatching up the bright red fire extinguisher and clutching it to his chest. Resting his chin on the handle Danny sighed, chubby fingers slipping against the smooth metal. The fire extinguisher wasn't as heavy as it'd been when he first sprayed it pretty soon, Wilson would be as useless for putting out fires as it was for blunt force damage. A knife in his backpack could be justified but a fire extinguisher while swimming in the ocean? A waste of space. Leaving his inanimate friend behind was the practical option but Danny didn't care.

The knife he'd acquired last night might be his main friend from now on but Wilson was the Og. They're going on adventures together and Danny would keep it in his room as a souvenir. A knife would eventually be taken from him but fire extinguishers were for forever! Stuffing Wilson into his bag Danny prepared to leave his lifepod again.

Squeezing the knife in his right hand Danny gave a few test swings. Physically, he's weak but the knife was sharp and it'd do some serious damage if he was careful what he swung at. As much as his food tasted like something you were served in prison this was not prison and throwing hands with the biggest creature on the planet would do him no good. With that said he was going to pick a fight with whoever invented those nutrient blocks, or maybe he'd sick the lunch lady on them? Whoever made these rations deserved to live off of only them for at least a week.

Opening the hatch was easier than it was yesterday, the orange handle turning smoothly with one yank instead of many. Water less foreign against his skin, the wetsuit feeling more natural than it had before. A dive that wasn't skin-tight would still be preferred but at least it was breathable and protected him decently. Swimming had gotten a bit easier, the flippers didn't make a huge difference when you accounted for the heavy oxygen tank strapped to his back. Surprisingly the weight of the new tools in his backpack and the oxygen tank strapped to him didn't drag him down to the seafloor.

Catching a few fish with his teeth to distract the metal muncher. Danny wandered towards the signal. Sticking low to the seabed, he ducked between creeping hiding amongst the vines and using supply crates as cover. Tossing a fish at metal munchers that lurked a bit too close to his hiding place distracted them long enough to get to the next one before they swam to inspect where their snack had come from. His PDA informed him it gave the metal muncher a name when he distracted it long enough to scan it. A "Stalker" is what the AI deemed a suitable name. Danny thought that name was boring, a dramatic name for a creature that Danny found to be scatterbrained and lacked the dedication to hunting the name implied. Its pattern of movement was closer to sneaking than it was to stalking. It was an annoying name choice but it made sense. You couldn't give a living creature the genius name he came up with.

Coral was wrinkled like a brain but colored a bright purple and spat out air bubbles that filled his air tank. Giving him more time to explore before the natural need for air spoiled his fun. Sandstone outcrops popped up more often in the kelp forests, useful silver and gold dropped into his open palms before quickly being stuffed into his backpack.

As he closed in on the signal, body pressed to a grassy seabed a sinking feeling started to fester in his stomach. A feeling that soon shifted to overwhelming grief that hit him like a crowbar to the cranium. Chest tightening as a sunken lifepod clear in his view. If it'd had just been sunken there was hope that it'd happened after the crew moved on, perhaps a Stalker taking a little nibble? No, this lifepod had been exposed to some sort of explosion, metal blackened and jutted outward. The bottom hatch looked to be ripped from the floor, now leaning against the gaping hole just below the bright red 3 labeling the lifepod. While there were bite marks on the pod, parts of the yellow latter were likely torn off by a passing stalker that likely occurred after the initial explosion.

Considering his lifepod was on fire when he woke up, this one exploding for no visible reason was too much of a stretch. Swimming into the sunken pod, prepared for the worst. Mentally preparing himself to see a mangled body or the horrific scene of a lethal incident. The lack of gore upon his entry was both relieving and unnerving. A lack of bodies didn't bring him hope, the hairs standing on the back of his neck and a cold breath stuck in his chest told him with certainty that the crew of this lifepod was dead.

The crew's last voice log confirmed this. A modified power cell, one to supercharge a sea glide to be capable of carrying two people at a higher speed. The math was perfect in theory but the seglide itself wasn't built for the power cell. It was too powerful, the kind you used to power bigger things like prawn suits or seamoths. Like rigging a car battery to power a lightbulb it was doomed from the start Chances were, it started to overheat the moment they turned it on and overloaded a few feet from the pod just like the crew thought it would.

Awful, There were no names on the PDA. No bodies to be buried or cremated and no names to be remembered for grieving. Deaths that he could only mourn in the confines of his mind. Jane and John doe's that died doing their best to ensure survival in a shitty situation. It took everything he had not to cry, though maybe he was already crying but the ocean was washing his tears away without a trace just like it had with these people.

A large displacement of water followed by a not quite shriek of something much bigger than a metal muncher snapped him back. That did not sound friendly! Danny hugged the wall of the lifepod peeking out through one of the many holes made by the stalkers.

That didn't look friendly either.

A gigantic snake-like fish with pelvic fins like silk sleeves. Gills glowed a toxic white, its yellow body shimmering in the daylight. Similar to a hoverfish there were spots lining the fish's back, a large white blob in the shape of a bat on its chest. It glided through the water slowly circling the lifepod, eyes glowing yellow.

"Thirty seconds," Danny could have screamed, the robotic alert like a firecracker going off during silent reading. The giant fish whipped its head around creeping towards the lifepod at an agonizingly slow pace. Heart racing, Danny clung to the side of the lifepod pressing himself as flatly against the pod as he could. Desperate to avoid being spotted he shoved himself underneath a metal panel.

A stalker's roar broke through the water followed by a pained shriek and a body slamming against the sand. Danny took this opportunity to make his escape, vision blurring as he swam to the surface. A gasp of air could never taste any sweeter as he watched a pack of stalkers attempt to eat the giant. The giant just seemed annoyed, their face pinched in what he could only assume was the fish equivalent of exasperation. Batting away the hungry gators with their blanket-like tale, Stalkers attempted to thrash around a creature that was several times bigger than them, thinking they could take him as a group.

This distraction lasted long enough for Danny to flee back to the shallows. Back to the bladderfish and Peepers who didn't look like they could swallow him whole without noticing it. Now Danny didn't mean to judge a book by its cover but he also wasn't willing to swim up to a fish that big, not when he wasn't sure if that was the one who'd had a taste of human flesh.

"Detecting increased local radiation levels. Trend is consistent with damage to the Aurora's drive core, sustained during planetfall"

Well shit, sometimes Danny hated being right.

@pupstim @ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @meira-3919 @blep-23 @hugsandchaos @stargazing-bookwyrm @starlightcat04 @bytheoldwillowtree @zeldomnyo @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart

[heartcereql]

blue jeans

☆ neteyam sully x fem!na’vi! reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- even now that your relationship has forever changed, neteyam can’t help his desires of a better life for the two of you.

𝐂𝐖 - minor angst, domestic, pregnancy themes, english is not my first language lol, aged up characters (like 20)

𝐀/𝐍 - classes are over omg (relieved and nostalgic at the same time)

mo’at knew way before the single thought of it even crossed your mind. the silent signals your body gave couldn’t have gone unnoticed by someone of her experience. mo’at had considered the idea of blatantly confronting you about it, but she decided to wait and observe. yet, seeing as you remained oblivious, she finally chose to tell you. 

“isn’t this paste too thick?” you asked the elder woman. “i feel like i may not have added the adequate proportions”

mo’at sighed. again. your apparently new lack of concentration was stressing her out. and so, that was the last straw. 

“that’s not important. come” she signaled for you to sit besides her. “do you really have no clue, ‘eveng?” (child)

“about what?” you looked mo’at in the eye. had you done something wrong? did this have something to do with-

“you are with a child” 

oh. oh. that certainly explained the sudden morning nausea, the fatigue, and the late changes you had been experiencing. 

the news were so out of the blue you couldn’t even react at first. after excruciatingly long instants, you tried to form a coherent sentence, or even a word.

“i- uh- i- em” nothing. while trying to elaborate something, you looked at mo’at for help, comfort, reassurance, you didn’t know. but she got ahold of your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

and, whether you wanted it or not, neteyam and you were afloat in this life-changing experience. 

walking into the room, neteyam made your eyes burn with adoration. he fit you better than your favorite jewels. your face instantly illuminated by a smile as he walked over to you. 

“hey” he greeted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and rubbing your growing belly, his touch fresh to your skin. “how are you two?”

“as good as an exhausted future mom and an exhausting future baby can be” you hummed “which is great. how was your day?”

as neteyam procceeded to talk about clan campaigns, you mentally sighed. he had been obsessing over a “better life” for his growing family, aiming to obtain more power. 

you understood his perspective, and fully supported his projects and ambitions, but you feared the corruption power could bring. you knew love was mean, you knew love hurt. but you’d manage to see through the tears. 

“y/n, it’s for the better.” neteyam said, lacing his fingers with yours. “c’mon, you’ll barely notice i’ve left, and when i come back, i’ll be able to offer the two people i love most a worthy life”

“we already have a worthy life.” you said. you didn’t want him to leave. his power obsession had only grown over the past weeks, and now he wanted to leave home? yeah you had your limits. 

“the project is already in motion, i can’t stop it now. you know how hard i’ve worked” 

“but we don’t need anything more. being here, together is what matters isn’t it?” you tugged at his hands. nothing. “isn’t it?” he looked away

“y/n it’ll be no longer than a month, i swear” now you were the one looking away.

“postpone it then. i’m sure you can do at least that.”

“the campaign is working too well, i can’t put a halt to it, i can’t just stop it”

“you can’t stop it? or are you too blinded with power to stop it?”

“it’s not like that, and you know that. but i’m leaving, that’s final, y/n”

you mustered up the courage to look at him.

“no, please. stay here” 

“i can’t” he brought your hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. “i’m sorry” he mumbled. 

days later, he and the crew were gone. you were left with a bitter feeling and a good deal of promises. you had told him you’d always be by his side, in hopes that would help you convince him, but it didn’t seem to stop him from leaving. 

you stayed up waiting, anticipating his arrival, but he was too caught up chasing strenght. but, having all that time to yourself, you concluded that you wouldn’t let power get in between you both. you’d love him to the end of times. and you’d wait a million years for this project to be finished if that meant you could be together again. hoping he’d remember his promises, praying he’d remember.

inevitably, resentment started to grow. as did your belly. and neteyam hadn’t returned.

whether you wanted it or not, you had developed a routine in neteyam’s abscence. and some other things, too. the part of the crew who had stayed home tried to approach you at first. but you were hostile towards them. how could you not? they stole neteyam out of your life, after all.

though you’d be assaulted by intrusive thoughts, you remembered his promise. and yours. he would come back. 

you weren’t able to perform many of the tasks you used to, because of your state, though you did as much as you could. as of now, you were picking some berries, tossing them in a net. the sounds of the forest and your own thoughts often engulfed you, plunging you into a daydream. nevertheless, you noticed the sudden rustling of leaves. 

you turned around, hands holding a berry, trying to identify the source of the noise. you were about to turn around, dismissing the sound as wind, when something really convinced you not to. 

the fruit dropped from your hands.

“neteyam?” you were in utter and complete shock. finally, you reacted “oh, thank eywa”

you ran to his side, arms embracing you, like they were made for doing so.

“it’s me, baby”

“so how’d everything work out?”

he looked away. you’d guess.

“well, i told you that no matter what you did, i’d be by your side, and i plan to stand by that” you pressed a kiss to his temple.

“forgive me, y/n. i told you i wanted more, but that wasn’t what i had in mind. amidst the corruption, i realised i wanted it like before”

“hey” you cupped his face, pecking his lips before looking into his eyes. every last dash of possible resentment disappeared for good. “i’ll love you till the end of times, remember?”

“yeah” he chuckled, looking back at your first months of pregnancy. “yeah, and believe me, there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you two”

his hands moved to trace patterns on your belly.

“‘m sorry, i really am”

“don’t, okay? you’re here now”

“i just missed you so unbelievably much”

“missed you too, mighty warrior. and he did too” you slyly slided mo’at’s most recent diagnosis about your child.

[penguinlop]

Holy heck. I read your piece and I just had to comment. Your Yandere Alhaitham piece is so good! Your word choices are exquisite, and your descriptions are amazingly detailed. I fell hook, line, and sinker into the story. And the twist at the end was so well executed. I saw it coming and it was so satifying to read, even if I did feel bad for poor reader.

As I read that ending, I did wonder if in some alternate universe (I didn't start Sumeru's archon quest yet), the knowledge capsule reader took was all about Alhaitham, and Alhaitham used that to keep the reader at his side. Instead of reader finding out about him watching them, I imagine it would go the other way, where reader believes Alhaitham would do nothing wrong to them, and Alhaitham uses that to manipulate the reader into falling deeper into him. Lol.

All in all, this is an excellent piece. I look forward to more of your writings.

WOW this was just an incredible message to read! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ This almost made me a little emotional ahhhhh Thank you for taking the time to write such a precious message !! I'm glad you liked the twist at the end but ikr poor reader Alhaitham is just too smart even in canon fr 

But I love your au idea a lot omg I think I love it a little too much haha

These are just a few thoughts of mine! 

cw: GN reader, yandere themes, manipulation, mentions of stalking

Link to my actual fic: https://www.tumblr.com/penguinlop/723237974841622528/yandere-alhaitham-x-reader?source=share

I can imagine Alhaitham being meticulous in crafting this faux knowledge capsule. It has to be perfect. Alhaitham knows exactly every memory he will put into this canned knowledge. He needs it to be mundane enough, filled with tedious meetings and detailed manuscripts to depict his life as the Scribe to make you relaxed, almost bored. Yet sprinkled in has to be just enough childhood memories, eccentric tales, and his day-to-day pastimes. It will leave you intrigued, desiring more. Everything is so calculated, so pristine. Another crucial factor is that he will make sure that the knowledge capsule is completely filled to the brimmed so your mind will be utterly exhausted, leaving you easy to manipulate. Hours and hours of memories of him crammed into your mind in mere seconds will leave you so tired that you will have to lean on his shoulder, thus strengthening your bond. 

There are two main scenarios that Alhaitham predicts. 

The first one is that since Alhaitham centers everything to be just about him and everything to be overall rather ordinary, you feel more safe with him. Every aspect you love about him is just magnified to the max, and because you will still think your stalker is out there, your love for him keeps growing—that desperate need for a safe haven is found with him. You are much more clingy and affectionate. In your eyes, Alhaitham is no predator but a protector. Now, you will quickly approve of ideas you thought were too haste before, such as moving in together. Living together means getting to know so much more about you. Alhaitham can't wait to capitalize off of this. His actual knowledge capsule about you will be constantly updated. Perhaps he will even have to have an entire collection of canned knowledge dedicated to you. 

The second one is that you will fear for your relationship and push everything under the rug, becoming paranoid that Alhaitham will find out about you going through his knowledge capsule, especially when you know he works under the Sages and is privy to confidential information. You become so worried and corrupted, like the scholars who lose their sanity while trying to attune themselves to Irminsul. You feel so guilty that you rummaged through his private belongings and were too curious for your own good, especially when it turned out to be so "innocent." The paranoia truly is parasitic. It feasts on everything, like disgusting mold and mildew. Alhaitham makes sure you are the penitent sinner in this scenario. When you leave Port Ormos and return to Sumeru City, you must constantly be on your best behavior for him wanting to ensure he doesn't leave you because you are scared for a life without him. From your perspective, all Alhaitham has done is treated you well, and you crossed him. This only worsens when Alhaitham rises in the ranks after the final Sumeru Archon Quest, as you feel he is so much better than you in every way conceivable. Alhaitham wastes no time tugging these insecure strings. Moreover, Alhaitham will feign being busy when you want to confess what you did, or if you finally do, he will bluntly shrug it off and say, "Why are you so worried about something like that? You have better things to worry about." It will leave you oddly comforted yet humiliated that you became so restless over how you thought he might react. In the end, all he did was shrug it off. How low did you think of him? This abysmal hole Alhaitham put you in just keeps on growing and growing. 

In conclusion, Alhaitham always wins somehow. 

Thank you again for the message! It really made my day!ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

[toomuchracket]

I am so high and thinking about matty pulling out and coming on your pussy and stomach

d word. like, no doubt about it. post-candlelight, you're quite literally insatiable for him fucking you (like lowkey that man is exhausted. one of the pitfalls of having a younger girlfriend i fear. but also he fucking LOVES how needy you are for him lol), and it's a lot of trying different positions and mild kink exploration and all that fun stuff. there's one time you're in bed together, just about to fuck, the first time you've done so since you started taking the pill (after you've waited for your body to get used to it), and you're like "baby... you don't have to use a condom anymore, if you don't want to" - matty almost crumbles when you say that, but he's like "but do YOU want me to use one? tell me, sweetheart. it's all about you", and you get a bit shy like "no, i don't want you to use one. but can you, like, pull out today? s'not that i'm against you cumming in me, not at all, but i just... can't stop thinking about being covered in your cum, to be honest". your boyfriend has to actually bury his face in your chest with a groan to compose himself, and then he's like "jesus christ, of course i can do that. where did that come from, though, darling? i thought you were a nice girl", teasing you, and you smile and say "you've gotten to me, baby. fucked me too good, s'all i can think about now". naturally, that triggers a mild corruption kink matty didn't know he had, and he lines himself up with you like "yeah? made you all desperate for me, just want me to fuck you all the time? you're so cute, sweetheart, my perfect girl. can i fuck you now?", and you breathe out a "please" - you get your favourite phrase, "whatever my girl wants", before matty fucks you raw for the first time ever. he's sweet through it, because it's an intense experience, but he can't help but be a teensy bit more feral than he has been before; lots of dirty talk, praise, all that good stuff, and a couple of really good orgasms before his hips start stuttering against yours as he reaches that point himself. he stays in you until the last possible second, then - like you said - jerks himself to cum all over your cunt, still all spread out for him, and your lower stomach. his face when he does is just so fucking sexy, and that only increases when he looks at the mess he's made of you - he's like "sweetheart, you need to see this. i promise i'll delete this pic in a second", and grabs his phone to photograph you all covered in him. it's just as hot a sight as you thought it would be, and you smirk at matty and say "who said you need to delete it?", which fucks him up beyond belief. like, as soon as he's cleaned you up and made you a cuppa and got you all snuggled into him in bed, matty's on the polaroid website with his credit card in hand and tapping the express delivery option at checkout lmfao. but we've already discussed that kink of yours lol <3

[ganondoodle]

i know i said i wouldnt be ranting about totk anymore, but i realized i didnt really count the sage dungeons as story (dont ask me why) so i thought im gonna write a better summarized version of my opinion about totk (i have around 60% of the game, all lightroots, not yet all shrines (missing like .. 20 or so, know the reward), not all krogs (dont know the reward), not all mayoi (half know the reward?) )

(in no particular order)

good stuff (in my opinion)

the. MUSIC! god the music is good, it was good in botw too but now with much more different bosses it really is probably one of my fav soundtracks of all time (most fav are all three phases of the end fight, the pre-fight to that, the build up one before all of those, Frosgeira (wind tempel boss) the glorious mASTER KOGA and more tbh)

the build up and end boss fight(s) are fantastic, i dont think im ever not gonna have my heart racing when approaching it (despite now skipping almost the entire way bc i set a teleport thing right before it) just bc the build up is so well made and the music(again) is such a banger and the fight(s) itself is so fun too, tbh i keep wanting to play it just bc its so fun

i LOVE how many themes play into the music (endfight alone had so many layers, fav probably is ganondorfs classic theme and calamity ganons both in the same piece among much more, and daruks theme in the fire temple)

(edit) YOU. CAN. TOUCH. DA. DRAGONS!!!!

ganondorf

ganondorfs design (x3)

ganondorfs weapon designs

ganondorfs voice (japanese)

everyone elses voice (japanese)

all voices (german)

thE YIGA!!! i love everythign about them and am so happy they got to be more than just some mini mission

(edit) also the fact that they get zonau tech to work without any special ghost powers is so ????

(edit) koga can summon and use zonau tech unlimited?? hes so cool

NO stealth mission!! (as far as im aware)

bosses are very different from each other

main dungeons are not too short and not too long and mostly fun (mostly bc i personally didnt like the gerudo one), i love that you can still somewhat cheese them and do them your way

sages felt like they got a bit more involved

(edit) you gotta do more stuff before getting to the actual dungeons and i really like that, feels less like a fetch quest but that you are actually helping

(edit) each sage is actually there in the dungeon and is required for it, which is great!

each settlement saw a much bigger danger/change (tho that has more impact if you have played botw) and its problems felt much more real

shrines are well varied tho i think overall a little easy (only got stuck on two so far and later solved them easily bc when i first started them i was tired and exhausted, no brain left lol)

NPCs felt less flat + more bigger sidequests that felt like they had more impact

cool new monsters + designs

the underground was pretty appropiately creepy

the sages abilities are neat

you can refight bosses!!

stable points system is a neat way to encourage you using them

weapon fusing is neat

(edit) the forest of the krogs being corrupted like that is both creepy and a neat nod to oot

(edit) the vai gerudo outfit being gone!! (one) evil has been defeated

(edit) the health bar going so far off the middle in ganondorfs second phase is honestly just funny hnjdfdjk unfortunate that you only need the master sword and with a few perfect dodges his health melts like butter in the summer

(edit) the music when dragondorf transforms sounds so sad .. its probably meant as a oh no world is actually ending sad but i like to think of it as a oh god what did he do to himself sad

the scene where rauru seals ganondorf kinda fruity

(graphic, animations and the overall world is still fantastic)

bad stuff (in my opinion)

everything zonau they feel forced into every bit of the world and its history (i know them being somewhat alien is intentional but not like that) it feels crammed into places they werent before and shouldnt be and it makes it all feel very artificial

the glyphs/dragon tears/memories really ruined alot for me, while it gave you insight as to what happened, it felt like it showed you too much and too little at the same time and i think it would have worked better if it was all in text for once if even at all, so the past stil stayed a mystery and youd be left wondering

timetravel .. really wasnt necessary and felt more like an excuse to get rid of zelda + make her the poor little sacrificial girl again + and to make her turning into a dragon as tragic as possible, like nothing but a stepping stone to the big reveal tm

shiekah tech being not just fully irrelevant but practically erased, wiped off the world (i know about the literally last guardian parts in hateno, it feels more like an oversight tbh, purah technically using it ... tho i dont think she ever calls it that, the purah pad is jsut the sheikah stone but worse), there being no good explanation, no remains, nothing as to why it would suddendly stop working and why even the titans and ESPEICALLY the shrine of life would be destroyed, if anything why wouldnt you enshrine it as a memento to history it was such a focus in botw and so well integrated into the world that it being fully gone, not even old overgrown, or visibly reused to build homes etc., or remains of how they built the og shrines in the underground feels like a HUGE missed opportunity (seriously it would have been so easy to make the ancient shiekah base their tech on old zonau tech, without stealign the gocus but buildign a connection)

all of the continuity problems, totk feels like botw didnt happen and the excuse of 'they didnt want to confuse new players' doesnt make a lick of sense in my eyes bc; its supposed to be a sequel, if you want it to be a standalone game then dont call it a sequel- if you start to play a game with the sequel instead of the first part its your own damn fault if you get confused; if anything, it would have been a good opportuntiy to make people interested in botw so theyd buy and play that one too

ganondorfs character is very flat, you basically get to know nothing about him (yuno even calls that out midgame but its never elaborated upon nhgfrdfhkk)

the zonau and their kingdom of hyrule is presented as this so perfectly good thing to such a degree it turns creepy, the end cutscene with mineru going poof was kinda uncomfy to watch tbh

the reward for all shrines being essentially a reveal as to who the hero in the tapestry was and it being, of course, some weird half zonau is the lamest answer to a mystery i didnt want an anwser too, it doesnt feel like it came naturally either (again my point of the zonau being forced into everything)

the shrines (zonau) feel so much more unnatural than the shiekah shrines, alien in a bad way and not in a good way + really are like a bad reskin of them, their sudden appearance and use is so much less logical

back in botw i was doubtful of if the shiekah tech wasnt going to far too modern tech and cause it all to feel like a bad mix of modern tech and medival fantasy, but they balanced it perfectly (tho the eponator zero was very much the limit imo) but the zonau tech .... oversteps that line i think, it really does feel, more than anything else, that it was just bc they wanted the stuff to be in there bc it might be fun to play around with, im not against that kind of stuff mind you im all for fun, but it feels a little like they thought of a box with endless stuff to play with first and a zelda game second (if you get what i mean)

quite a few quests or things in the game seem like they are more and then end in a dead end (the worst of all is impa saying she wants to go research what could help zelda turn back, and i was excited and convinced that shed give me a quest to find some mcguffin that would do that after i beat ganon but there wasnt anything you could actually do; less bad one but disappointing nonetheless the dongos were mentioned and treated like this big awesome thing from alot of NPCs all around the map and then when you find them they are bascially just gem vending maschines)

the way zelda turns back and link gets his arm back is incredibly unsatisfying, none of them even have something like a scar, or mark from it all, zelda spent thousands of years as a dragon (a transformation that was said to cost your soul but i guess that wasnt true) and link had his arm bascially eaten by miasma and he gets it back like it was never lost, zelda returns all intact as if nothing happened, getting blasted by some magic tm by two ghosts that were supposed to be long gone is the solution to all problems!!

(edit) link losing an arm wouldnt just be super intersting but also lend itself well to lead up into the next game where his prothesis is the focus and source of abilities

(edit) zelda got done so dirty, instead of her actual interests and character to shine she just gets shoved into yet another crisis surrounded by strangers in a world that looks like hers but isnt, and all she does is beg the ancient sages to swear to help link and sacrifice herself again (can you call that fridging? bc she sure feels like she got fridged) i like zelda and i dont like how much i didnt care about her and tbh im angry at the game for that

(edit) both link and zelda not even slightly changing in the years btween botw and totk kinda boring, like a haircut can only do so much

(edit) sonia really is the wife that dies to make husband sad thing isnt she? i get that gan had to get his hands on an enigma stone but i feel like there had been better ways to do that, the fact that she dies that easily is almost funny honestly, why does ganondorf even have weapons when he can just one punch people to death (tho i find it funny to imagine he can literally just kill people in one punch but hes too prideful to do it most of the time so he always uses weapons to look more cool)

(edit) so many new characters that you barely get to see or interact with, i really ... couldnt get myself to care much

(edit) zonau tech being so irrelevant to the games story while its also the focus is .. weird, its really just play doh for the players and nothing else honestly

(edit) monsters mining sonanium feels strange bc ... they dont do anything with it? the best thing i can think of is that they were told to do that so link cant .. upgrade his battery thignies? but then again you could just destroy the mines and remaining constructs to stop it .... also you really dont need anything zonau tech related to beat gan?

(edit) ganondorf beign so utterly uninterested in their tech is weird considering how he dealt with shiekah tech (and we KNOW it can get corrupted) he should be a tech nerd tbh

my twitch VoD of the first time beating the game getting muted at the credits despite me talking over it

nitpicks (in my opninion)

(edit) ganondorf should have a bit more of a boar inspired design, as treat, i think

(edit) the enigma stone wandering back to ganondorfs forehead even after transforming is? weird? i guess an excuse for da epic last stabby but still? (how cool would it have been to have to plunge into his mouth and break it there or something)

(edit) the underground gets a lil old after a while, the fact that its pretty much the same everywhere aside from some .. very strange flowing magma is a lil boring

(edit) ganondorf could have gone way more crazy with abilities and all that, imagine hed spwan multiple miasma arms on himself when you get him to a certain level of health

(edit) i miss unique weapons, there arent even normal axes around anymore, everything is about fusing really, i miss the cool shiekah tech weapons

(edit) the forest of the krogs being largely irrelevant is kinda weird

(edit) mineru being the sage of spirit still is kinda meh, the robot is neat but i thought tauro or purah would be the surprise sage tbh

(edit) the bosses were a little easy (i did boldo gohma rather early and did it without even getting hit)

you cant talk to koga normally :(

you cant find koga again after the last fight :(

you cant refight him (to my knowledge) :(

i find it very strange that yuno seemingly lost daruk shield, despite him having inhereted it in botw

the sage powers are not .. very great integrated, while its fun to haven them run around and help you fight, to actually use their powers you have to chase after them, something that in the heat of a battle is very annoying to do, constantly activating the wrong on or them losing their charge up when they get knocked over is like trying to herd a wild pack of geese while a three headed dragon is shotting laserbeams at you

some widlife just disappearing all of the sudden is very strange (like the rhino in hebra)

some new houses or settlements would have been cool, that the material things at the sides of roads are really only for you to play around with and not to build anything that lasts

you cant fight ganondorf (non dragon, even the dragon is locked to that evening sky) in the sunlight, night or rain, i would have loved to fight him at various times of day

their refusal to show any kind of blood is honestly turnign serious scenes into very awkward ones, sonia just getting punched and she dies with not even like, losing some spit from the force or something, or the fact when you defeat ganondorfs second phase he acts mortally wounded but doesnt even look scratched is just :/

amiibo stuff while neat being included its really mostly just bloating your inventory, if i wanted 5 vaguely different link outfits then i would have gotten the amiibo for it

why hide the -now-totally-not-phantom-ganon-armor- behind such a long questline and then .. have that NOT be upgradable

they put in a house building thingy and then not let you have a roof or a tree or something :(

at some point stable points jsut get you more and more of those free staying over night tickets that i maybe used .. once at the very start and now its just accumulating in my inventory

only one new horse coat pattern :(

satori now only being a thingy that shows you caves is kinda boring, i loved the mystery around it in botw (additionally, that it shows you caves you have completed already kinda sucks)

the end of the shrines isnt that cool anymore, speaking to a mummified monk that gives you essentially his last remains of life energy is so much cooler than a statue of the oh so awesome god king and his wife

the many references and reuse of old names is neat but together with timetravel etc. it easily leads to confusing and fighting among fans for who is more 'right' and its just .. tiring

(edit) considering how much of the advertising was about the sky islands i wished there were more and bigger ones, the underground (that was a little one sided after a while, it all looking the same rly) could have been alot smaller if the sky was bigger instead

(edit) i wished there was more of a sense of .. lost life in the ruins you find, from all races, the ancient ruins are jsut some bridged and ceremonial stuff and i wished there were more like .. houses, like people actually lived there and it not being all around beign a platform for you

(edit) the fact that the half zonau hero exists mean either rauru and sonia had kids but those were clearly not important enough to ever show nor mention, or there were other mixing of them before they all mysteriously died out the fact that the ancient hero was half zonau means their genes survided till then but somehow it never came up? the tapestry still exists and impa and purah say like its a well known fact that the hero looked like that (not at all close to any modern species) when you talk to them while wearing it (the fact that the hero armor thingy is very reminiscemt of ganondorf is like some backtreading bc we were theorizing about the hero having been ganondorf once and they wanted to stop that .. but the more funny thing is the HC of its a descdendet of rauru and ganondorf nhjdfknhdgkfnhkfd) (edit to add to the HC; the game being a big battle about child support is funnier than it should be idk if nintendo knew what they were doing adding details like that)

all in all it just feels like missed opportunities, lost potential, and more a game build around some game mechanics they really wanted to get into than telling a neat story, espeically so bc they called it a sequel, most of my complaints wouldnt be there if it was some alternate thing instead

i probably forgot stuff but if i think of more i will add them later with a little note that it was added in an edit (sidenote, i find it funny how much more nuance that whole conflict would get if rauru and ganondorf were bitter exes bfdrjfbdfndk)

[funficwriter]

A Wolf and A Snake - Letters' Interlude #4

Taglist: @yue-caelum, @reyy-chanx, @mis-disaster, @ladyarchiviste, @keigo-hawks-takami-simp

Warnings: Cursing, sexism, corruption, mention of violence, some yandere shit but you know that by now. Moral dilemma? Lol.

From: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Manor, Court Region, Fontaine

To: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide, Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

Wriothesley,

I know I risk sounding like a broken record saying this, but I really do wear each day. I'm just happy that I can still write to you because I feel that it's one of the few pleasures I have left. Between my piano lessons and reading time being interrupted by meeting with Archandelle, my parents' constant nagging, and the fact that I constantly have to sneak around their backs even for things unrelated to my marriage prospects... I'm exhausted, my love. And troubled. That's why I'm writing this.

When our last meeting ended abruptly, there was so much more I wanted to say to you. I was barely scraping the bottom of the barrel and our day lives tore us apart again. At least Frosty is good company and patiently waiting for me to finish this letter and send it to you.

Yesterday, I snuck out to the police station under the pretense of 'shopping'. Do you remember that young officer I once mentioned? Jacques? He looked scared when they let me in his office, even though everyone else seemed excited for him. I guess the visit of a noble does that.

I'm a terrible person, Wriothesley.

The first time I came here, I picked him specifically because he was young and new and a little naive, as all new cops are. He was so ready to help me, even more so when I said: "An injustice is being done upon me. I need evidence to counter it.". He almost jumped out of his seat until he understood what I meant: The 'injustice' is merely procedure. What woman says this, only for it to be her engagement that she, her parents, and the suitor agreed to? What sort of injustice was noble tradition that was carried out for centuries?

And I shoved the cash on the table, and it increased in volume. And I invoked his poor family that he was trying to feed, the girl he wanted to marry... "Do you really want to wait forever on your shitty wage, when you could propose in an hour? All you have to do is give me what I asked for. It's not that hard.". He couldn't. I was corrupting him, and by Focalors, what sort of noble am I - a Balthazar no less - if I use the very enemy of justice for my own selfish gains? All of this to not get married?

It was lengthy. It was uncomfortable and I could feel the fibers of my being twisting to accommodate this act that I would never have dreamed of committing. It was like exerting a muscle I didn't use, but way more intense. In the end, he gave me the pile you saw last time.

I did it again this evening. Wriothesley, last time, I was ridden with guilt. I think you'd understand why better than most. But this time? I started justifying it. With each reason I gave as to why this was fine, good even, my guilt washed away. After all, there would be no need to resort to such extreme measures if I could just be with you from the start. And then I thought: "I've never justified my father's deed until I started committing it. I am more like him and less just than I thought.". I wanted to cry. Who is this new person - no, these new people and this new logic? Why am I less like what I used to be?

Fuck my life, why do I have to be less like what I used to be just so I can marry the one I love? A privilege that many girls today have?

I'm sorry for the plaintive note today. I'm just... So torn. Yes, I think 'torn' comes closest to it. I am turning into what I was warned about my entire life, but it's not like I'm doing it to embezzle money or get someone wrongfully convicted. I just want to be with you, but even that's too much to ask in this stupid class and family...

Total truth? There are times where I want do more. Once, my father was talking to his friends about how excited he was for my prospects. Do you know what my brother said? "I was worried she wouldn't get her eyes off of that Meropide mutt. At least she's probably forgotten about him, as she should.". They laughed a lot and later joked about Father's lack of control during my first social. They said that they couldn't tell who needed a leash more: You for being "a dog", or me for giving you "loving eyes" back then, as if I wanted you for a bit. Father dismissed them by talking about another man's daughter and her bad marriage. He was embarrassed, but I wanted to go over there and scratch his eyes out. Maybe my brother's too, and the other men who were joking. I wanted to wrench my hand into Lord Carmichael's back and make his wife a widow to be judged. Maybe then he'd enjoy it down in hell. Or have some emotional intelligence.

I'm thinking of you, and hoping we can see each other soon. Maybe my spirits will be lifted....

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From: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide - Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

To: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Manor, Court Region, Fontaine

Y/N dear,

It was only a matter of time until you sent me such a letter. For one, during our latest meeting, you looked like you had way more to say. I can only look forward to a life where the dawn doesn't shut us up and away.

First of all, please don't apologize for the sadness that you feel. Unlike that idiot suitor and father, I don't expect you to be happy 24/7, even if at your own inconvenience. I may call you 'my doll', but I know you've got a far wider emotional range than that.

I don't know how effective saying this would be, but your message reads a lot like my younger self. How it saddens me that you had to realize the double-faced quality of Fontainian justice like this... Even if you knew it deep down, as you grew up and understood how so many noblemen get away with their crimes, engaging with it is a whole greater beast. Sometimes I wonder whether there are judges, prosecutors, lawyers and other potential lawful agents who have lost faith in our judicial systems. Many of our current judges are indeed doing their best to combat it (I know Neuvillette will never rest as long as this issue remains), but it doesn't change the fact that many are still being failed today. Orphans. Young noble ladies. Poor people. Us. By Focalors, us.

As Meropide's administrator and a noble, I'm certain that you would think of me as a man of justice, just like many others. I think of myself that way, too. I know I have the power to end the laws and traditions that are screwing us over (and sometimes I wonder: How many other couples like us?). It sounds hypocritical, doesn't it? I am hiring back-alley investigators and threatening data out of whoever knows what I need. And you, a lady raised in the hearth of justice, you're lying to your parents and corrupting police officers. How could we possibly be good, you may ask?

After these few months, I came to a conclusion: A man of justice should not mean being a doormat, especially if the injustice will cost him his love.

For one, the change that could benefit us is nowhere near as fast as needed. What does this result in? Potentially happy couples are being torn apart. The point behind justice is to protect one's right to a life that he desires, that his loved ones desire and that harms no one. Is our union based on economic exploitation, power dynamics, sexism or leveraging? No. How is it that most noble couples stand on these crimes, while the only one with ours is that I am not fully human and that you want me? I am not going around slaughtering people or terrorizing the city. You, an angel sent by Focalors herself, have never commissioned your husband to kill, silence or bribe. Archons, what did you do to deserve this fate when I can think of women far more rotten than you?

Now you may counter me and say that you have engaged in bribery yourself, and that's bad. But you know what? It doesn't matter to me. I couldn't care less about it. This may sound worrisome to hear from a man of justice. But as a man, without fancy titles and more emotions and feelings, I'm getting real sick of this. I don't bring myself to care about judicial principles if an obvious double standard is taking place, one that is taking you away from me. I know what makes me get up and do my best everyday. I know what I'd turn savage for, who I'd risk a life sentence and a downfall for, and it's not justice. Justice can't enjoy brownies with me on a star-lit night. Justice can't lie in my bed. Justice can't wake me up with a good morning kiss and take me to go swim in Belleau. All of that is you, and it will always be you.

I care about justice. I really do. But justice, along with your father, money and Fontaine, can go fuck itself if it compromises my wife.

I look forward to the day that the noble class is held accountable, and choice unions are the norm. Until then, I'm just going to have to fight tooth and nail for my own. It's actually a must, my dear. We need to set a new precedent for the upcoming generation. Backing down is not going to challenge what your parents and their fellow nobles have always done.

I know your schedule is getting more hectic by the day. When you can, though, please let me know if a free window opens up. Perhaps we can see and update each other on our findings.

Always yours, and you're always mine,

Wriothesley.

[headphonesbones]

Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings. 

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans. 

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

[wannaeatramyeon]

i just saw that you are biased towards vasco tabasco as well 👀👀👀👀 i beg for anything, i have read all the fics on this app twice and im getting withdrawals from my bit tit himbo 😭

Tell me who isn't biased towards our baby Tabasco and I'll fight them!!

Ty for the ask! I just love Vasco so much. He's THE ride or die and has always treated little Daniel so kindly from the start.

He doesn't always get it right but he tries and he learns and his heart is in the right place 😭😭

I feel like there's just SO much I want to read and know about Vasco. HC, x reader, drabbles, novels. But here you go anon, take some wordvom instead

Vasco Headcannons

The Burn Knuckles said they started the gang just cos they like him. Vasco was probably just shouting about protecting people and being all pure then attracting all these macho dudes that were going down the wrong path. He has a sense of justice that is just... Irrefutable. The kind that kids have before they grow up and get cynical and corrupted and he reminds them of a simpler time.

Also he's strong af so if you don't want to die, you come around to his view pretty quickly.

Damon Goh the rubber ducky guy hid away his ducks until Vasco saw them one day and was like 'omg!! These are so cute!!' with his typical heart eyes and asked for one. Since then, Damon just unapologetically carries them around.

No idea Leonn Lee is a girl. Doesnt care if she is, Burn Knuckles membership is open to all.

Doesn't know there's a tool council, thought it was something for architect class. Never made the connection with the Tool nicknames either.

Unapologetic crier. You've seen his tears. Encourages Burn Knuckles to show their emotions. They hold therapy sessions like a confessional but apart from Jace - Vasco and the rest of the gang share 1 braincell so no good can come from this.

Makes friends everywhere he goes. We've seen Vasco make his own crew out of the Homeless, and that's just how he is. He's made friends with BEARS like cmon.

Not that great with names or faces though, and he's just a general clown so he doesn't actually remember a lot of people.

Has a rather childlike and innocent view of the world with justice and lookism. It used to be pretty black and white but he learns and is understanding of the shades of grey pretty quickly. Let's be real, if Vasco was leader of the world - we would all be a lot better off.

Toxic masculinity who? Gender roles what? Zero interest in subscribing to men can't do this or women shouldn't do that. Will be the best provider or househusband ever, whatever makes his partner happy!

Daniel or Jay busy or out of town? If Vasco is available, he will be looking after Enu or Jays puppies. This is absolutely non negotiable. He always gets first dibs.

Seen and heard enough about Vin Jin to think there's no redeeming features with this guy. Although Vasco might be the only person that thinks his rap is pretty good lol

Very little sense of self awareness and decorum around girls. Not really sure where he's going wrong until Jay spruced him up and his post-date download with Jace.

Says he's married to the Burn Knuckles and he's talked less about finding a partner since then. In all honesty he finds the dressing up and the flowery words exhausting. He just wants to find someone that loves him for him, BNC uniform and all :(

And this is the perfect segue into...

Vasco x Reader headcannons

Vasco is the ultimate friends to lover trope. He needs to get to know you first and your personality before he can begin to develops feelings for you. Your morals aligning with his is a must.

Doesn't think too hard on confessing if he likes you. He's a straight forward guy. Main obstacle is Jace giving him terrible advice based on trashy romcoms.

Only Jace (occasionally) or family call him Euntae. Will be so flustered if you do.

He is 100% innocent your honour!!! You likely need to take the initiative in the relationship. He's a romantic at heart but doesn't know how to express himself and is worried about being too foward. First hand hold? First embrace? First kiss? Gonna be all you.

Gets more relaxed the longer you date. Once he's more confident of your comfort levels and knowing that he can be himself around you, will initiate a lot more.

Not a huge fan of PDA but loves holding hands and holding you. It just feels right with you in his arms.

Vasco would naturally be the big spoon, but omg if you were the big spoon? He has never felt so protected and loved and will absolutely melt.

Huge fan of couples outfits. Not the cool ones, the cheesier the better. "If found return to Y/N" "I'm Y/N". And tbh Zack is sick with jealousy that him and Mira don't do that.

Still has an old fashioned sense of chivalry where he wouldn't want you to fight even if you could. After seeing you fight a few times though, he reluctantly let's you get on with things. Will try to step in where possible, but more that he doesn't want to see you get hurt.

Loves the novelty of classic dates at first, especially after seeing and reading about it all so much. Fancy 3 course meals, grabbing a coffee together.

After a while though, would prefer to just have more meaningful dates and take you to his favourite places. Even if it's that Fish Soup place lol, but you don't mind cos you can see how happy he is and being with Vasco is enough.

Expect good morning texts, good night video calls and everything in between! This man isn't afraid of the double or triple text. There's a lot of "I can't wait to see you!" and "I miss you!!" and just random ones like "I tried to buy milk but forgot my wallet lol"

As long as it's not against his morals, he will do A N Y T H I N G for you. Tired? Foot massage. Craving at 3am? Let me run right out. Prefer him clean shaven? Hold on I'll get the razor. He loves you so so much and it shows!

[sillydeafwitch]

Sdmi au post 2! Or is it 3?…

If you don’t know what I’m talking about this is the previous post for my sdmi au, which has a link to the first one.

I’m gonna call the og mystery inc the “OG gang” and the current mystery inc “Treasure Hunter gang.” REMEMBER THISSSS (this is more to me than to you lol)

More info time! <3

Brad and Judy are doctors and their job takes up a lot of time, though they do make a good living off it. They are pretty exhausted and aren’t around at home during most of the day for Fred. And when they are they are very burnt out from work. (Of course they don’t mean to neglect Fred, but they do- see my last au post for what Fred does due to that.)

Marcie is actually considered a popular student in this au, she won a certain competition (probably a science fair or something like that) and got a lot of recognition. Her fathers theme park is a little more active but they are still relatively poor. She isn’t a fan of being popular since she doesn’t really like all the kids being on her for questions, or asking her to do their homework.

Jones…I actually kinda struggled on what I would do with his character since a lot of it hinged on being a greedy mayor and Fred’s father, at least on the surface. But I think I did pretty decently with his character.

He would be double crossed by Pericles instead of the other way around, and get a pretty long sentence in a maximum security prison. But their comes a time in the story where the og gang want information about the planispheric disc- so they can get all the pieces before Pericles does. Jones gives them some information, but leaves out some of the aspects that reveal how truly dangerous this treasure is, so they don’t take it away from him once he plans to get it.

Him staying at the prison has let him be VERY corrupted. He really lacks any sort of feeling other than a desire for the disc- but this in turn makes the best part of him just that desperate so he latched onto anything that could keep him somewhat resistant to the curse.

He escapes prison soon after the visit from the og mystery inc and teams up with Pericles early season 2, or whatever this aus equivalent of it is, under the promise that he and Pericles would share the disc and whatever power they had. The Treasure Hunter gang would also team up with Pericles again at this point.

Pericles uses him as a tool to demonstrate to the Treasure Hunter gang what will happen if they don’t fall in line. (Jones gets the snake torture :[ ) Jones defends the kids when Pericles goes a bit to far in his harshness towards them, which results in what I just said.

I would add more too this but I wanna also focus on other characters in this post so that’s all your getting of him for now.

George Avocados is the mayor in this au. He’s also after the treasure since he found some old research papers from Jones. He doesn’t have clear idea of what he’ll do with the treasure, but he assumes he will prosper once he gets it since he doesn’t know why anyone else would want it so bad other than for fortune. Eventually he gets caught trying to steal pieces from the Treasure Hunter kiddos and gets arrested. The Og mystery inc end up taking Avocados research finding along with Jones research papers and documents.

Sheriff Stone is still Sheriff in this au, and he is constantly catching Daphne and Fred doing vandalism or catching them hanging out with dangerous people. He occasionally catches Velma and Shaggy staying at libraries WAY past their closing time.

He puts on a tough face and a grumpy attitude toward the kids, but does genuinely worry for them- and their parrot gives him the creeps!

Avocados often orders him around and treats him worse than Jones would. Plus they are hardly friends. The Sheriff catches the OG gang trespassing and once they explain their situation and why they are doing it he is skeptical, but he lets them go, since he doesn’t want those kids getting into anymore freaky business.

He often lets the OG gang go and makes excuses so they don’t face charges for their mysteries, he really only ever arrests them once or twice, and it was because he couldn’t make any sort of defense for them.

Once Mayor Nettles shows up their relationship progresses pretty similar to the show, but it’s gonna be sorta sweet since Sheriff Stone isn’t used to have a mayor treat him with respect.

Mayor Nettles tries to take more initiative to protect the kids but she ultimately ends up failing, for reasons I’ll take about in the next post.

I think I’ll stop here but this ain’t the last post! I’m very excited to continue with this au.

[kitkatopinions]

hi!! same anon from the roosterteeth ask!! loved reading your response, 10/10 gourmet shit. reading thru it, i kinda wanna pitch in my own exhaustion as a poc whipping open rwby twitter and see fans villainizing + silencing other fans who take issues with the white fang and of course, adam. adam will forever be a decisive character and i fully acknowledge that people wont like him. my grievances are less about adam himself (wholly different topic lol) and more of the larger discussion of the inability to challenge adams portrayal and the how the writers fucked up badly. theres this notion in the fanbase that adam is unquestionably an 'evil irredeemable abuser that we should all despise', the same dismissiveness is felt alongside the white fang arc. how we should all 'accept our headcanons are wrong, and accept that adam was always made to be evil'. you cannot discuss the white fang without ever mentioning blakes involvement with it, same goes for adam. he is a direct result of the white fang being so mishandled by the writers who have as much melanin as a slab of wonderbread. you cannot seperate his arc from the writers mishandling and their own prejudice. if we all can agree the white fang was handled poorly, then why are so people hellbent on not reading deeper into aspects of the white fang like adam or blake? although i am not black, i am a queer poc. its so exhausting to see how rwby fans on twitter and tumblr alike would villainize the idea that people who are upset by adams portrayal are 'overreacting incels who didnt get their power fantasy wet dream' and that 'true fans ALWAYS knew adam was evil from the start'. as a queer poc, i feel like if i were to have a presence in this fanbase, these fans with #BLM in their handles and bios that champion queer rights, these same fans would deny me of my queerness and my status as a poc. someone who is 'corrupted' by the whims of negativity, someone who would turn on the (very white) queer peers of the fandom out of my own bigotry. these very same fans would make tweets upon threads praising the show and CRWBY for 'good representation'. im gonna be real, this representation does not include people with disabilities, it does not include trans folk. this representation sure as fuck does not include poc lmfao. it only includes the whitest cute uwu queer girls who handhold and flirt, after a decade of waiting for proper canonization, from a company whos bigotry is its brand and whos built the show off the backs of abused real life employers who are minorities. yet the community insists to be grateful for it. they insist to be happy for the oh so progressive CRWBY, to be grateful that we get to see two girls kiss and that cancels out the mountain of other representation that was chucked behind cus our oh so progressive crwby got too uncomfortable with it. so progressive, 11/10 show and company.

^^^

I don't even want to add to this, I just want to share this. You're absolutely right.

[mo-nmage]

Small unnamed rayllum drabble

before reading:

– canon compliant for s5's episode “the great bookery”

– currently unfinished and this isn't everything i've written so far, only the part i consider to be slightly more polished (and that i kinda like heh)

– context before reading: zubeia and the others didn't arrive at the bookery when they did in the episode, so rayla, callum and amaya were left to fight banthers for some time. rayllum lost amaya and had to hide behind a broken bookshelf because they were too exhausted to continue fighting banthers

– hopefully you enjoy it!! it's not the final product so i'm still going to fix some stuff here and there lol but i kinda wanted to post it now to see if i should spend some time polishing it more

Both sat tensely in their spot while holding their breath and didn't even dare to move an inch. A sigh of relief escaped both of their lips a few minutes later when they noticed they were finally alone and free from danger, this made them both lower their bodies to properly sit down on the floor.

The pair sat with their shoulders brushing every so often while they worked on recovering their composure and calming down their extremely fast paced hearts because of both the adrenaline and pure fear they experienced a few moments ago.

Stella climbed down from Rayla's shoulder and sat on the floor between them. She was equally as scared as her owner so she didn't dare to chitter or make a small sound.

After everything seemed to calm down Callum whispered “I’m so glad I could find you and a hiding spot, fighting off those banthers was getting exhausting” he looked at her with relief in his eyes but frowned when he saw her closed eyes and pursed lips as if to try and stop any possible sobs that could come out of her.

He placed a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her but was taken aback by her looking up to the ceiling with eyes that were rapidly filling themselves with tears. Callum could tell that she was doing everything in her power to calm herself down or to not show emotions in a moment like the one they were currently in. He felt as if he had just been sent back to 2 years before when he comforted her in the midnight desert.

“Hey…” he started “It’s okay if you want to let it out, we’re not exactly in the most ideal situation so it’s fine if you feel overwhelmed by things right now.”. He sat straighter to try and make eye contact with her but this was in vain since she had her eyesight glued to the ceiling.

She shuddered and hugged herself before biting her lip anxiously. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and switched her attention to the mage sitting next to her that had the sweetest look of concern in his eyes.

“I’m so… so sorry for everything” she began “We’re in this situation because of me and now you’re dragged into this when it could've been avoided from the start and now I- I can't do what I swore to do 2 years ago.” she hugged herself tighter “I said I would protect you and do everything in my power to ensure your safety but now we’re here, hiding behind a fallen bookshelf while corrupted banthers are looking for us and there's nothing we can do…” she wiped tears that left her eyes and tried her best to continue talking while holding in the sobs that tried to escape her lips.

She felt weak, small and useless. Rayla had left for 2 years to put an end to Viren after having many nightmares where everyone she loved died because of his hands. Seeing them be hurt in her dreams was something, but to see Callum and Amaya be in direct danger in front of her eyes? She couldn't feel worse.

It was as if she were transported to years ago where she blamed herself for her ghosting, everything her parents did and Ethari losing Runaan. The more she thought about it, the more the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. She knew she was putting more blame on herself than she should and that everything happening to them wasn't her fault, but what even is the difference if she's partly involved in it?

Callum was in danger, because of her. She knew he's someone who keeps his promises until his last breath, but it happened because of something related to her. “I would do anything for you” he had said to her when she brought up the coins. Should she be relieved or terrified to the extent he's willing to go for her? Putting his life in danger, because of her?

“We don't know where Amaya is and we don't know if we’ll even make it out of here and-” she was cut off by Callum reaching out to her and enveloping her in a hug, she sat stunned for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

This small action made him hold her tightly, causing her to cry into his shoulder as he rubbed circles in her back. She felt so small in his arms as he hugged her, this realization made him hug her even tighter, if that was even possible.

“I don't know why you're blaming yourself for this, if anything we're like this because of me and being extremely obsessive with research, also dropping some books earlier” he let out a small laugh and pulled back to look at her straight in the eyes, his hands moved to rest on her shoulders. Rayla let her arms fall back and wiped off some tears that were still falling down her cheeks. He looked at her with a look that she couldn't quite understand and took a small breath before continuing to speak.

Callum knows her, he knows her well. He sometimes notices that he knows her better than himself. This means that he knows that she has always been the type of person to blame herself for things that are out of her control or are caused because of a small action done by her, as much as it breaks him to admit it, she does it very often.

He learned that loving her meant admitting and accepting this part of her. He hates seeing her be like this and it breaks his heart every single time, the midnight desert, the storm spire, the drakewood and now the present.

Did this happen during her 2 years away?

He pushed that thought out of his mind, he wouldn't let it cloud his consciousness now out of all times. Right now he had to focus on getting her out of her spiraling thoughts that were taking over her mind, he knew that if the roles were reversed she'd do the exact same thing for him.

“My aunt Amaya will be fine, she's strong and very stubborn, she wouldn't let some banthers take her down that easily. And I'm safe, you're safe, we are safe, okay? We aren't corrupted, so far at least-” Rayla grimaced slightly and he shook his head “Sorry sorry, bad timing for a joke like that, I know, but we're not corrupted okay? I also think we're both too stubborn to be taken down by some banthers in a library out of all places.”

He moved his right arm to wipe a loose tear from her cheek “We will get out of here alive. It doesn't matter if it's by fighting our way out of here or waiting until the sunrise, we are getting out of here no matter what.”

“How are you so sure of this? No, how can you talk so confidently about something where it seems like all the odds are against us?” Rayla asked. He smiled as he looked down and held her hands “A few days ago someone reminded me that I'm the ‘Destiny is a book you write yourself’ guy, so I figured it applies to this situation as well”

Rayla let out a laugh as she realized he was referring to her own words, which were used in a very different context of a conversation obviously, but was still a touching moment when she realized it meant that he remembered them. “See? There you go, you're smiling again! If you asked me, I'd say this is one of my favorite versions of you”

She felt her smile grow and looked down to their hands, she slowly intertwined her fingers with his and smiled wider when he squeezed hers. “How are you so good at this? This whole ‘managing to ground me before I start saying stupid things’ thing”

“Let’s just say that I learned from the best.” he looked up to meet her eyes. “You've helped ground me before so I'll do the same for you. And… I wouldn't consider myself good at it, I just try my best to make you feel better because I know you well enough. I know that right now you feel this way not because of the banthers around us, but because you think you’ve put us in danger.”

He angled his body in a way that is completely facing her and continued “I’ve had my fair share of moments like these too, how do you think I felt after getting possessed by Aaravos back then? I felt all these different emotions but the one that stood out was fear. I thought- no, I knew that he could hurt those I loved because of decisions I took in the past. My loved ones had nothing to do with my decisions yet they're the ones who will suffer and it might happen through my own hands.”

“But it wouldn't be you, if Aaravos happens to take over your body and hurt someone you love it wouldn't be your fault.” Rayla tried to add, she noticed that he started spacing out and his sight slowly focused on a spot in the wooden bookshelf next to them.

“Yeah, but does it even matter? It was Aaravos' actions but the blood will still be on my hands. The magic, the pain and the suffering will come from me.” he breathed out and closed his eyes “I can't let Aaravos do anything to the people I love, I can't let him do anything to my family.”

He opened his eyes and once again looked at her with a look she couldn't quite explain. It looked so melancholic, filled with longing and also so full of love?

Rayla felt her throat tighten once again “Oh…” she drew her hands back quickly and sighed before continuing “I won't let anything happen to you or Ezran, Soren and everyone else you love, okay? I'll make sure of it.” She reached up to gently place one of her hands on his cheek and slowly rubbed her finger on his cheek.

He reached up and placed his hand on top of hers before speaking “And who makes sure nothing happens to you?”

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head as she looked at him with slight confusion. The only thing she could hear was her heartbeat beating in her chest.

“You are also part of my family. 2 years ago when you chose to lose your hand over letting Ezran die was the day I considered you part of my family and you were never not part of it.”

He reached up to place his hand on her cheek this time “I love you, I always have and don't plan on stopping any time soon. If anything does happen, you have to promise me you'll keep yourself safe too. I already felt what it's like to lose you 3 times, and I don't want it to happen again.”

“I-I…” she shakily drew a breath “I love you too” she looked at him with a matching look to the one he has been looking at her with. Both looked at each other with love and endearment before Rayla broke the contact as she breathed out a sigh. His hand stayed on her cheek and he gently kept rubbing his thumb as if to provide her with comfort.

“And I'm so sorry for leaving those 2 years. Back then I thought it was the right thing to do, and genuinely believed I was doing what had to be done. I thought that leaving without you would keep you safe, but I realized that even though I protected you physically I hurt you from the inside.” she slowly met his eyes once again.

“I know nothing can take back what I did, no words can undo actions I made in the past but… I really want to fix things, I want to fix us. I know things can't be the same way they were before but I want to try if you want to go there too.” she sighed softly before continuing “There's so many things I want to say to you, to apologize, to thank you and most importantly, to make sure you know I'm not leaving you again, not now, not ever. If we get out of here that is.”

Callum smiled softly “These past 2 years were tough to say the least, I won't lie and say I wasn't hurt, because I was and I'm glad you recognize that. I overwhelmed myself with knowledge of magic of all kinds to distract myself from feeling anything.”

His eyes softened as he looked at her “When you came back I felt every emotion I forced myself to ignore, I used anger as a way to shield myself before I could sort all my feelings and looking at it now, it wasn't the best way to go but I'm past that now.”

“Letting you go after Viren felt right in Umber Tor. It was your mission, it was something you wanted to do and set your mind to, so I was nobody to stop you. But the second I saw your blade on the floor… I thought I had lost you forever, and I didn't think I could ever feel as helpless and heartbroken as I did at that moment.”

He breathed in to regain his calm “Knowing there was nothing I could do was unexplainable, I had let you go thinking that I was mad at you. When in reality it was the exact opposite, I think seeing your face in my office was the happiest I've been these past 2 years.”

He leaned in slightly to look at her deep in the eyes. From this distance he could take in every detail on her face, but most importantly, her eyes.

Have they always been this stunning?

“Life isn't always in our favor, and I'm starting to believe that sometimes destiny doesn't want us to be together. But no matter what happens, I will always choose you and us above everything else. Loving you means being willing to go through everything with you. I know we're not ready to jump into being together together, but until we get there? I'll hold your hand through everything.”

He moved his hand from her face to her hand and squeezed it tightly yet gently. It seemed as if all the sounds of the banthers nearby had completely muted out, the only thing that mattered at that moment was them. “I know you won't leave again. I do understand why you did what you did, but it doesn't mean I agree with it, but I understand it. I believe that loving someone means accepting every small bit of them whether you agree with it or not, you having a different perspective on protection doesn't erase everything I feel for you and it never will.”

“I'm willing to do everything for you. And that means accepting every part of you and standing by you through anything.” He sat up and placed a kiss on her forehead.

[underratedandoverit]

oc makes kip dinner because he's stressed/had a bad day/just Not Good. how it turns out is up to you lol

837 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. i wanna say i read this prompt wrong and accidentally reversed their roles, but i think its cute anyways so youre gonna get it like that lmao

kip says fuck like three times. those are your warnings. other than that yeah its just fluff

@stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Cassidy stirred, slowly arriving back to the edge of consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered open, finding himself tightly tucked in bed under at least a handful of blankets, head surrounded by more pillows than usually. He felt warm, comfortable, which was definitely a change to the recent feelings of inadequacy and the dark kind of tiredness he had been trapped in for the past few days now.

He turned from one side to another, the act a bit labored with the pile of blankets on him, Cassidy expecting to see a familiar man asleep in the bed next to him. Much to his surprise Kip was nowhere to be found though, his side of the bed completely empty. Cassidy’s brows furrowed a little bit, but he kept the panic at bay. Maybe Kip was downstairs, taking care of the house, maybe he was streaming, keeping himself busy while he was feeling better and Cassidy was the one bedridden for once.

Cassidy inhaled deeply, closing his eyes again as he settled back into his nest, a soft little smile crossing his lips at the potential kindness of his thoughtful boyfriend.

…Until he finally registered the quiet beeping of the fire alarm coming from downstairs that had woken him up in the first place.

His eyes opened again, the blond pushing most of the blankets off of him. Still feeling cold, and some part of his still rational brain thinking, he grabbed one blanket with him, wrapping himself in it before Cassidy headed out of the bedroom. The beeping was definitely louder in the hallway, but he couldn’t see any smoke or feel the heat. He could admittedly smell something burning, but it didn’t feel alarming.

Maybe it was because Cassidy could hear Kip’s voice loudly cursing somewhere downstairs.

Making his way down, Cassidy wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Kip in the kitchen, just in time for him to finally get the fire alarm to stop from almost mocking beeping at him. Exhausted and still cursing, Kip threw it on the kitchen table before almost too dramatically sitting down on one of the chairs as he sighed, running a hand over his face.

“For fucks sakes…”

“Everything okay?”

Kip visibly jumped, wide eyes shooting towards Cassidy who he had obviously not heard coming into the kitchen. As he registered it just being the blond Kip sighed, then groaned, brows furrowing clearly in annoyance.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His eyes dragged back to the fire alarm, narrowing. “This fucker…”

“What did you burn?” Cassidy asked, walking over to the stove, raising a brow at the empty stove top. Kip almost sheepishly looked towards the open backdoor leading to the deck in the back garden, Cassidy following his eyes as he noticed Kip’s attention being elsewhere than himself.

“I tried…” Kip started, but swallowed the rest of his words, watching Cassidy wobble over to the open doorway, peeking outside. A small smile that he managed to hide from Kip crossed his lips at the sight of the pot sitting at the opposite edge of the deck, still slightly smoking. He indeed had tried, whatever it had been.

“I…” Cassidy turned away from the doorway, looking back at Kip. The Brit wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes were back on the fire alarm on the table, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Whatever had happened, he was clearly distressed about it.

“I-I wanted to make you something. You’ve been taking care of me so much while I haven’t been able to do anything and I just wanted to return the favor and…” Kip sighed, hanging his head down almost in shame. “Sorry. I’m such a fuck up.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment, finally a soft smile blossoming on his lips. He walked up to Kip, carefully reaching a hand from the depth of his blanket, cupping his cheek and directing his eyes finally back up to him. Cassidy wasn’t going to lie, seeing Kip being so distressed over just a minor inconvenience hurt his heart, even more so knowing this was over something Kip wanted to do for him.

Instead of saying anything about it, Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on Kip’s lips. The sincerity of it all and the soft gesture clearly caught him off guard, it taking a moment for Kip to respond to the kiss.

“You tried. I couldn’t ask more from you,” Cassidy smiled at him as they parted, watching the familiar soft blush creep its way on Kip’s cheeks. “We can order takeout today. And then migrate back to bed. That place is so comfortable, but it’s lonely without you.”

Kip took in his words for a moment before finally a small smile made its way on his lips, him nodding his head. He stood up, arms wrapping around Cassidy’s blanket covered body, pulling him closer for another kiss, this time clearly with more passion and purpose.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”