#and god I just forgot gimme a sec | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

After the announcement of the deal with Yahoo!, there were 170K signatures of unhappy Tumblr users petitioning to prevent the sale in 2013.

#and god I just forgot gimme a sec

ohno-----o7 · 1 month

Text

Kallamar : You should have realised, Leshy , if Lamb didn't kill you, we would.

----------

Lamb, throwing their head into Narinder 's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Narinder , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

----------

Lamb: We have a problem.

Shamura : Let me guess, you caused it?

Kallamar : Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet.

Heket : And it's another Tuesday, your point?

Leshy: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up.

Narinder : If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

----------

Kallamar : Did you bring Shamura ?

Lamb, gesturing to Leshy: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Kallamar : Leshy? The next best thing would be Heket .

Leshy: I would be offended, but Heket is freakishly strong.

---------

Heket: Are we really going to let Shamura keep Lamb ?

Kallamar : We kept Leshy.

----------

Shamura : Hey, what have you two been up to?

Kallamar: We were helping Narinder write their vows, but they kicked us out because Leshy was making inappropriate suggestions.

Leshy : How is “Lamb, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

----------

Kallamar : Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Lamb: Why?

Kallamar : Leshy fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Shamura : Narinder doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

-----------

Shamura : You three, explain right now!

Narinder: It was Leshy.

Kallamar : It was Leshy.

Heket : It was Leshy.

Leshy:

Leshy: …fuck.

----------

Narinder : What’s something you guys are better than Shamura at?

Heket : Mario Kart.

Kallamar : Yeah, video games.

Leshy: Emotional vulnerability.

---------

Heket : I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Leshy: I sleep with a knife.

Narinder : Both of you are pathetic.

Heket : Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Narinder : Lamb.

-----------

Narinder , spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.

Heket : I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...

Shamura , visibly confused: Okay, so she decided to put the cutting board in the oven?

Narinder , spraying Heket : You FUCKING DUMBASS!

Heket : Dude, I forgot-

Narinder : OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?

Kallamar: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

----------

Heket , gesturing to Shamura : Leshy, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Kallamar : Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Leshy: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Shamura , near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

----------

Heket : Do you love Narinder ?

Lamb: Yeah, I do.

Heket : Shamura ! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Shamura : We all love Narinder . You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Lamb: I thought that was implied.

Shamura : ...

Heket : ...

Lamb, looking straight at Shamura : Congrats Heket , you just won 100 bucks.

----------

Shamura , in a room with Leshy, Heket , and Narinder : It’s calm in here.

Shamura : It scares me…

----------

Leshy: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Shamura , exasperated: WHY?!?

Shamura points at Narinder : YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Shamura points at Heket : YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Shamura points at Leshy: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Shamura : AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

----------

Leshy: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Kallamar : I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Lamb: I got distracted halfway through.

Heket : Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

----------

Shamura : Why are you smiling?

Kallamar : What? I can’t just be happy?

Narinder : Leshy tripped and fell in the parking lot.

----------

Shamura : *about Narinder and Lamb* They make a cute couple, huh?

Kallamar : They certainly are standing next to each other.

----------

Narinder , watching Shamura & Kallamar panic : What's going on?

Leshy: Shamura is having a midlife crisis and Kallamar is just having a crisis.

----------

Narinder : Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Leshy. They're mad at you.

Leshy: No, it's Shamura . They're just being gramatically correct!

*meanwhile*

Shamura : And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them.

Lamb: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.

Shamura : I stand by my choice.

----------

Lamb: You have to apologize to them Narinder .

Narinder : Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

----------

Lamb: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Narinder : No, that's not how you make cookies.

Aym: FLOOR IT!!

Lamb: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Narinder : yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Lamb: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Baal: DO IT!

Narinder : NO-

#incorrect quotes #narilamb #cult of the lamb #cotl #im so bored #cotl lamb #imma draw some of these there funny

64 notes · View notes

disticfiction · 1 year

Text

Bobby scrambled to cover himself, his face burning as Tony's soft eyes pierced through him like a knife. He forgot he'd called the heartbroken man to meet him at the motel. Even more so, he forgot he told him to walk in without knocking. His symptoms weren't acting up too badly that day, but he was still tired and happened to fall asleep. When he woke he needed a shower, the heat sticking him with sweat, so he got one, losing track of time and forgetting his plans entirely.

"Tony, I--!" He dove onto the bed and tried to pull the sheets over his thighs, but he was sitting on them, keeping them pinned. "I-it's not what you think!"

Tony gulped, too stunned to move. "I didn't know you had a--"

"I know, it's disgusting," Bobby scoffed, staring at the wall as he slipped his hands over his crotch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see this." The shame sunk in as Tony stood in silence. "Gimme a sec, I'll get dressed. Just ... wait outside."

Without saying a word, Tony obliged, rushing to the exit, and Bobby sighed. His lungs felt better that afternoon, but his mind spun with embarrassment. No one knew about his body, not since his ex-fiancé. He wasn't sure how Tony felt, but he seemed thunderstruck. The realisation that he may have caused the poor man even more stress made his heart ache. He wanted to help him, not make things awkward. Smacking his forehead, he fell back onto the mattress, utterly mortified and unsure how to proceed.

"Bobby."

Tony's voice made him flinch. He looked up, quickly, only to see the dark-haired man standing at the end of the bed, holding a large dildo. With a squeak, he tried to sit up, but Tony stopped him, placing a gentle hand on his knee and pushing he leg to the side. His skin was warm and soft, but his eyes drooled with hunger; hunger and an unexpected nod of acceptance.

"Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" Bobby asked, perhaps naively as the toy inched closer to his entrance.

"I'm gonna thank you."

"Th-thank me? For what?"

"Don't be coy, Bobby. I owe you a lot. You've been chasing my wife and daughter's killers for over a year, tirelessly, even to the detriment of your own health."

"Tony--"

"I've been trying to think of a way to thank you, and now I've found it."

"T-Tony--!" He blushed, squirming as Tony's hand squeezed his shoulder.

"Shh, just relax. It's okay."

"T-T-Tony!"

He groaned as the tip pushed in, stretching his walls, slowly. It was too big, but Tony was gentle, twisting the length to coat it in his juices. The first inch hadn't even penetrated, but already Bobby was shaking, bunching the bedsheets between his fingers with one hand and gripping Tony's shirt with the other. It felt good, and he hadn't felt good in a long, long time. His clit throbbed as the rubber bumped against it, sending pangs of pleasure shooting up his spine, his insides clenching. He wanted more, he longed for such devotion and attention, but it also felt wrong. He didn't want Tony to feel indebted to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was only fucking him out of pity. He tried to protest, but what came out was a low, pleasured whimper, his words jumbled.

"That's it," Tony soothed, pulling him closer to his chest. "You're getting nice and wet."

"Ugh! You don't h-have to do this!"

"Just a bit deeper. Look at you opening up."

Bobby gasped, tightening his grip. He'd never taken anything as big as the dildo Tony was gradually pushing inside him. He wondered where it came from, but quickly surmised it must've been his wife's. That thought made his stomach dance--knowing that Tony felt close enough to him to share something so personal. A little more maneuvering and a jolt of extra force, and it slipped in completely, hitting his delicate end.

"Aah!"

"You okay?" Tony asked, gently brushing back his hair. "Is it too thick?"

"I ... oh, God! I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?"

"Yes!" he squealed, failing to fight the oncoming wave of pleasure erupting from his core. "M-my pussy! My hole's being ripped apart!"

Tony smiled, thrusting the toy ever so slightly, but that simple, subtle movement was enough to send Bobby spiraling out of control. His walls clenched down, a pure, sparkling liquid shooting across the room as his first climax in over a decade left him in tears. He didn't even know he could squirt. He'd never felt anything so wonderous. He didn't know his cunt could fit such an intrusion, but somehow it adjusted. Barely.

"Was that good?" Tony asked, twisting the rubber around Bobby's quaking walls.

"Oh, G-God!"

"You think you can take a little more?"

Bobby was exhausted, his head spinning, his breath exacerbated. Just that one orgasm alone could've held him over for as long as he had left. He should've said no, but he hadn't felt so connected to someone in ages. In truth, he wasn't sure if he could handle another go, especially in his condition, but he did know one thing: he felt fantastic. Better than he had in years. Huffing, his lidded eyes met Tony's, and he nodded a desperate 'yes'.

The dark haired man smiled, then leaned into his thrusts, and that drove Bobby wild. He yelped, his fingers digging into the sheets as his legs vibrated against the mattress, his clit rubbing along the beads. He could feel the length, the power, the stretch, and he lost himself to it, squinting his eyes and falling back.

"Ah, ah, ah."

Tony caught his head, holding him slightly upright, and placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead. It was a stark contrast to the violence his hole was enduring, but he loved it. The warmth of Tony's hand and lips, but the might of his arm as he rammed the dildo in and out--he needed it. He wanted it. He didn't care that Tony was another man, which he'd never been with. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

"Augh! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Let it out, baby."

He did, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision, another stream of clear liquid shooting across the room. Every nerve in his body fought to recover, but failed. He couldn't win. Losing control of his body to cancer horrified him, but losing control of his body to that rough, defiant ecstasy made him feel alive again. Cured, even, if only briefly. As the waves of pleasure washed away his fear and stress, he spread his legs wider and curled into Tony's chest.

"M-more!" he begged, weakly grinding his hips. "Please..."

"One more," Tony whispered, kissing his forehead yet again. "Then you gotta rest."

"Y-yes. Just ... please. Don't stop."

Cradling Bobby with a tender smile, he pumped the dildo harder than ever before, slamming so viciously that the sound of his slick hole stretching around the rubber echoed off the walls. No mercy this time, even when the poor, disheveled cop came. Tony said 'one more', but he didn't mean orgasm; he meant round. As long as his muscles could go.

"Oh, yeah. That's it," Tony lisped, staring as Bobby's crease turned a glowing shade of red. "You're taking it so well."

"Aaauhg! I'm gonna cum again! T-Tony!"

As the pulses hit, Tony let his partner fall into his pillow, but kept his rhythm, driving the toy nonstop until Bobby was a writhing, shameless mess. He came again. Then again. Then again, losing all sense of self and direction. Out of breath, his eyes rolled back, his heart racing, he reached out for Tony's hand, and he gave it, squeezing his fingers with compassion. He'd accomplished his goal. Bobby's hole was ruined and his mind was broken, but most importantly, he felt safe. Maybe even loved.

"Fuck, Bobby. Look at that hole gripping me. So loose, but so tight. It makes no sense, but there it is, all worn out and wounded."

"C-c-cumming!"

One final rumble, Bobby's stomach turning and cunt thumping as the dildo pulled out, sharing his perfect, gushing gape with the world. As he came, his voice cracked with frail, woeful whimpers, the ceaseless euphoria too much for him to bear.

"Fuck, it's winking at me," Tony huffed, equally out of breath. "Do you mind if I rape you?"

"R-rape me?" Bobby barely managed to ask, confused.

"Yeah, tell me no. Tell me not to fuck you anymore, then just lie there and cry while I wreck your pussy."

Bobby's eyelids fluttered. It was ironic, but it dawned on him that that must've been what he did with his wife, and something about that made Bobby feel honoured. Special. Holding onto the bed frame for dear life, he shook his head.

"No, Tony. P-please don't fuck me anymore!"

"Mmm. Why not?"

"Because I'm gonna faint. I'm at my limit!"

"That's too bad, isn't it?"

Without warning, Tony jumped onto the bed and, with two hands, rammed the impossibly large toy back inside, hamming down into the gape that definitely couldn't handle anymore action. Bobby screamed, his sounds deep and chaotic, but he couldn't fight it. Through lidded eyes and tears, he looked up to see Tony scarily focused. The more Bobby begged him to stop, the more weight he put into each blow, smiling as he watched Bobby's toes curl and mind melt in the insanity.

"It's loose! It's so loose, Bobby! But you're getting tighter!"

"Auuugh! Aoough!"

"Oh fuck, yes, that's it! Sing for me!"

"T-Tony, my hole!"

"Feel it! Feel all of me! Feel everything!"

"I! Can't! Th-think straight!"

"Cum!"

"Auuuuuuughhh!"

They both lost count. Tony continued for another twenty-seven minutes until his arms couldn't keep pace, and Bobby couldn't even beg him to stop anymore. All he felt was ridiculous bliss, his thighs and pussy soaked, his drool rolling off the pillow.

Dropping the toy, Tony rocked him through it, brushing his cheeks as he slowly--very slowly--came down from his high. Aside from Bobby's delicate moans and whines, they laid in silence for a long time, Tony occasionally glancing down to look at the chasm he'd left between his best friend's legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping the sweat from Bobby's brow. "Was it too much?"

He couldn't answer, still drowning in the aftermath. Instead, he simply touched Tony's hand and weakly lead it down to his pulsating entrance. It was getting cold and it couldn't close, not after so much abuse.

Understanding, Tony grabbed a spare blanket from the closet, rejoined Bobby at his side, and kept his hand against his gape. He blushed as he felt Bobby's worn flaps throb against his palm, his spasms constant. Neither men were sure what the future would hold; but in that moment, they were happy.

And Bobby's hole was broken.

9 notes · View notes

hueningkoi · 2 years

Note

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

Aw shit son I forgot who all my favs are immediately why does this always happen!!! 😂😂😂

Gimme a sec

Hmmm

Uhhhh

Fuck

Mmkay um okay!!

1. Tony Stark!!. Obviously. I have a Shrine and a half sleeve tattoo of the bitch he's my forever girl 😂

2. Bakugou Katsuki. yes I fuckin love the bastard I met him in 2020 in the pandemic when I was out of work for like 11 months and losing MY MIND which was the PERFECT year for me to meet a feral angry gremlin child if u ask me

3. Gotta be Marty McFly he's just perfect and my 80s inspo for life

4. Oh my god I have to remember 10 characters?!?? Umm umm um oh Five Hargreeves!!! Another angry gremlin child!!!!

5. Uhhh uhhh uhhhh oh um Zuko!!!! Yet another angry gremlin child!!!

6. Hrmmmm oh Ben Tennyson!!!! Uh duh he's a staple in my childhood!!!

7. Which reminds me of Danny Phantom!! Another staple of my childhood!!

8. Which then he reminds me of Garfield Logan aka beast boy!!!! (my green themed super powered teenage boy energy is strong can u tell)

9. Where them girls at?? I LOVE U GAMORA. GAMORA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU

10. Rogue!!!!! Rogue from xmen was also a large part of my childhood lol

Now these are characters that I thought of right here right now and im sure I forgot a thousand others lmaooo I was PUT ON THE SPOT but I love that this was fun gracias 😂

#oh i didnt evem touch on star trek #lolz #inbox

3 notes · View notes

welcometogrouchland · 2 years

Note

oooo for the oc asks: comet, clover, and ghost for aurora?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Hmm.. there's very few characters in enterprise who don't already know Aurora by the time the series starts, and the ones who don't aren't particularly judgemental characters! so there isn't many examples of people being assumptive about her specifically in the actual series- But, people who don't know Aurora well generally assume she's unintelligent, and lazy. Assuming she's unintelligent...I mean, that depends on how you define intelligence? She doesn't perform well academically and lacks foresight (e.g- wandering off in episode one while stoned through an abandoned apartment complex :/) BUT there's definitely moments of wisdom I've written for her. And she's only really "lazy" when it comes to like. Schoolwork or trivial things like that. She goes along with a lot of the work requested of her when it comes to monster-of-the-week type stuff

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

Aurora believes in bad luck specifically- not necessarily superstitions regarding it, more that It Is A Thing That Exists and that She Is A Victim Of It. Idk, maybe it's a northern Irish thing? I feel like we're very pessimistic as ppl jsbdjdbf. And looking at the arc I've planned out for aurora...no <3 she is not lucky

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

See, it'd be weird for her to say "no" considering vampires, werewolves, Wilbur, etc all exist, and the fact she meets a literal ghost in episode 3. Her "ghostly experiences" are the whole plot of the series. Will add tho that she is steadfast in her belief in banshees. She 1000% thinks those guys r real and has since before Helwise

#ramblings of a lunatic #the enterprise of evil #asks #aurora lincoln #WEHEHEHEHE thank you for the ask iris #i got this right as i opened the doc for the audio draft of enterprise... synchronicity <3 #OH MY GOD WAIT i just remembered i finished my two oc requests AND FORGOT TO POST THEM!!!#I'm gonna do that now i forgot because i had no IDs fuck gimme a sec #it's oc night baby!!!!

1 note · View note

outerbankies · 3 years

Text

new light blurb: just for me — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: someone asked for rafe picking up drunk!y/n from a girls’ night but i literally deleted the ask when i meant to answer it, so

warnings: alcohol/she is very drunk

“My baby’s here!”

“You have a baby? Are you pregnant? Y/n/n, we’re drunk right now.”

“No, like my baby, Rafe. He’s right there. That’s my baby.”

Rafe takes one look at your face as he approaches your table at the bar, and he can instantly tell that you’ve had a night. He should’ve guessed by the barely legible text you sent to summon him (bby boyoooo pls come get me blythe said i needs go home n i wnat nachos). The way you immediately fall into his side once he’s within distance is just further confirmation. “Hey, sweetheart. Hi, girls—Margot, good to see you.”

“You too, Rafe,” your friend slurs. “Like the new hair.”

You reach up excitedly, so much so that you stumble further into Rafe’s side, running your hand over his buzzcut. “Okay, right? Doesn’t he look super hot?”

Margot just shrugs and nods approvingly, missing her straw with her mouth a few times.

“Okay. I’m gonna get this one out of here. Do you two need a ride?” he asks Margot and Blythe.

“No, Top’s coming. We’ll drop Margot off,” Blythe says, looking the most sober out of all three of you, which puts Rafe at ease.

“Want me to wait with y’all ‘til he gets here?” Rafe asks, eyes not leaving your face even though the question isn’t for you.

“No, he’s on his way. We’re fine,” Blythe waves him off. “See you guys later. Please make her take her make-up off.”

That’s good enough for Rafe, but he feels better once the two of you are outside and he spots Topper’s Jeep pulling up, too.

You’re stumbling down the street next to Rafe like a baby deer on a frozen lake, cooing once you spot Topper’s car, too. “Look at him. He’s such a good boyfriend. I love Topper.”

“Um, hello? What about me?”

“What about you?” you ask, seriously, pulling the both of you to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “Dude, my feet hurt.”

“Your own good boyfriend brought your flip flops in the car, dude, which we are very close to,” Rafe reminds you patiently.

“Too far,” you say, shaking your head. “Gimme a sec.”

You hold Rafe’s arm while you start slipping your platforms off. Rafe rolls his eyes with a smile, readjusting the arm he had around your waist until you’re secure enough to be lifted off the ground.

You yelp, giggling. “Rafe!”

“I’m not letting you walk down the street barefoot. You’d kill me tomorrow if I let you touch the carpet when we’re home,” he explains, towing you along. “And my truck is literally right here.”

“You’re so strong. Big boy,” you giggle, letting out a hiccup. “With his big truck.”

“Get in the big truck,” he says, letting you down and opening the passenger’s side door.

“Yessir,” you say, making no move to actually do so. Rafe figured you’d do as much, already helping you inside.

“I want that seatbelt on by the time I get in, sweet girl.”

“Okay. Wait, I forgot,” you say, looking at him in panic.

“What? Forgot what? I have your purse—”

He’s cut off when you pull him in for a sloppy, giggly kiss, pulling back to smile before smacking one more on his lips, then patting his head. “Alright. Good to go.”

“You’re too much. Seatbelt,” he commands, wiping your lip gloss off of his lips (and chin, your aim might’ve been a little off) as he circles around his truck to get you guys out of there. “How was girls’ night?”

“So fun!” you gasp, like you just remembered what you were doing earlier. You lean closer to him over the center console, your seatbelt almost put on correctly. “Oh my god, so fun.”

Rafe reaches over, making sure the chest strap is actually across your chest before starting the car. “I can tell—you’re comin’ in hot.”

“You’re hot.”

“Thank you,” he laughs. “Oh, hey.”

He nudges your elbow off the center console, opening it to present your water bottle. Your eyes widen. “M’obsessed with you right now.”

“Drink some for me, will you?”

“Aye aye,” you salute, doing as he asks, managing to only let a little of it dribble down your chin. Rafe just smiles and shakes his head, finally pulling away from the bar.

“What’d you do while I was gone? Also, can I have another kiss?” you request.

“I’m driving. Next red light, promise.”

“Fine,” you concede, sounding like you just committed to a business deal.

“Just worked on your bookshelf all night.”

Rafe had taken one look at the bookshelf you wanted to order online for your new place and scoffed, telling you to give him a month and he could make you an identical one, but with better wood that’d last forever. He’d been parking his truck in the driveway for weeks now so he could free up some garage space to work on it.

(You secretly hoped it’d never be done, fully resigned to leaving your books in their current stacks on the living room floor by your desk if it meant you got to watch Rafe build you something, wearing an old t-shirt and listening to his dad music. The new buzzcut and scruff was a definite plus to the entire look.)

“Wait, you’re so cute,” you whine. Rafe looks over at the next light, and your lip is wobbling. “I love you.”

“I love you. Please don’t cry,” he laughs, leaning over. “C’mere.”

You get your promised peck, reaching up and kissing his forehead, too, before he has to focus on the road again. He doesn’t bother wiping off the lip gloss this time.

“How’s it coming?”

“Good. I think you’re gonna like it better than the one on the website.”

“Of course I am,” you agree, giving him a dopey smile. “You made it.”

“You are bombed right now.”

“So?” you slur, attempting to unscrew your water bottle again. “What’re you gonna do? Call Shoupe on me?”

“Maybe.”

“S’long as you bail me out after,” you concede, finally remembering you wanted to kick your shoes off.

“You got it?” Rafe asks, after you struggle for a few seconds.

“Erm, just—yep,” you sigh, finally relaxing in victory. “So much better. But you’re gonna have to carry me inside now, too. These aren’t going back on.”

“Wear more comfortable shoes next girls’ night,” he laughs.

“No more girls’ night,” you shake your head.

“No?” He raises his eyebrows. “I thought you had fun.”

“Nuh-uh. Missed you too much. You always know the best drinks to order me.”

Rafe squeezes your knee, feeling fond. “Just text me next time, baby. I got you.”

“I know,” you smile, before furrowing your eyebrows when you notice what street he’s driving down. “Bestie, where are we going? We don’t live this way.”

“First of all, I’m not your bestie.”

“What? Yes you are,” you argue. “You’re my best friend, Rafe. You told me I was yours, too.”

“Yeah, you are,” he says in assurance. “But you call everyone bestie.”

“I just have so many. You’re all my besties.”

“Right,” he nods. “But not me. You call Kelce bestie. I’m not on the same level. Call me something else.”

“Whatever you say, baby boy,” you say, laughing when he rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t claw my way out of the friend zone after all this time just to get called bestie,” he grumbles.

“Ew, Rafe! I told you that’s gross,” you accuse.

“I know, I know.”

“But seriously, where are you taking me? I’m tired,” you groan, looking out the window and then pointing your thumb behind you. “And our house is that-a-way.”

“I know it is. But Papi’s is this way.”

“Papi’s?” you gasp in excitement, sitting up straighter. “Are we getting food?”

“Yes,” he says, playing along and matching your enthusiasm. “I called in your nachos before I left to get you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, you said you wanted nachos, right?”

You lean over the console again, your cheek kiss landing closer to his ear. More lipgloss. “I really love you. Did you get veggie?”

“Of course I got veggie. Who do you take me for, Y/l/n?” he teases, pulling into the parking lot. You didn’t say anything back, and Rafe looks over at you again when he finally parks, sighing when he sees your watery eyes. “Baby, what did I say about crying?”

You sniffle. “You got me nachos.”

“I did.”

“And I love you.”

“You do.”

“And you’re perfect.”

“Well—”

“And you’re building me a bookshelf.”

“I am.”

“And you love me?” you ask, looking serious. Rafe resists rolling his eyes, because—what a stupid question.

“‘Course I do.”

#new light hcs #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction

815 notes · View notes

lunaastoir · 3 years

Text

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does)

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,)

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself

miss girl is an AMAZING cook

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on

this man,,, THIS MAN

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him?

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!!

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

805 notes · View notes

a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

Text

Want of a Spider

Prompt: Just reread unwanted and God I forgot how good it was also if it was a book I would buy so many copies of it also could we get a oneshot of mabye a few years later after everything happened to see how the boys are doing I just want to see them happy together

Ah, yes, don’t we all?

Read on Ao3

(Un)Wanted Masterlist

Warnings: implied/referenced panic attacks, nothing too severe, shapeshifting

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR

Word Count: 6888

A child runs to a garden.

Five fae take the child as their own.

Slowly, the child grows into something new.

Set after the events of (Un)Wanted.

It starts slow.

Slow enough that at first, Virgil’s not even sure it’s happening. The garden is…weird, to put it mildly, and it’s not like living with a bunch of fae is going to give anyone a baseline for what’s normal.

He’s just finished baking a new batch of bread with Patton. Patton’s room smells amazing, the bread looks warm and soft and part of Virgil—a part that Roman and Janus have been slowly encouraging to speak up more—wants to grab it and rip a hunk off with his teeth, temperature be damned.

Part of him would rather not have a burned tongue for the rest of the day, thank you very much. Then he won’t be able to actually enjoy the rest of the bread, just the too-sore feeling of his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

…and part of him still doesn’t know how to eat properly. Or that it’s okay to want to eat.

Patton must catch that last thought buzzing around because he looks over with a frown, reaching out to pinch the offending buzzing thing out of the air and squash it, rubbing his fingertips together until it poofs and disintegrates. The accompanying bubble of relief works its way through Virgil’s chest.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, kiddo, that seemed like a nasty one.” Patton finishes drying his hands off and surveys their handiwork. “Well! That went well.”

Virgil snorts. “Ah, yes, I forget that throwing flour at whoever you’re baking with is always important.”

“Don’t you look at me, you started it!” Patton points his finger at him. “You’re the one who threw it at me first.”

Virgil blinks. “You bumped me while I was trying to measure it out.”

“I did.” Patton nods. “And then you bumped me back.”

“Yes. Bumped. I didn’t throw it at you.”

“You did, however, decide to wipe it off my face without getting the rest of it off your own.”

“Because you threw it at me!”

Patton throws his head back and laughs, which of course makes Virgil laugh too because have you not seen his face when he laughs you try keeping a straight face. The memory of the two of them absolutely covered in flour, barely any of it in the bowl where it was supposed to go, is enough to make him scrub his hands through his hair to make sure that yes, he did in fact get all of it out.

“Oh, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while,” Patton murmurs as their giggles slow, shaking his head and going for the plates, “but I think that’s given the bread enough time to cool off.”

“Does that mean we should call the others?”

“If you want to.”

Virgil closes his eyes and reaches, searching for the tether in his chest. It takes a few pokes and prods but eventually he feels something warm and pushes.

“Hello, yes, hi, I heard something about fresh bread?” Roman pops up first, giving Virgil a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t start without me!”

“Hey!”

Virgil giggles as Remus drops straight onto Roman, almost knocking them both to the ground. He hears an exasperated sigh behind him and turns, seeing Logan shake his head at the twins.

“You would think,” he mutters to Virgil, “the two of them would develop a little more sense of spatial awareness after the first…oh, ten times they’ve knocked things over.”

“I don’t think they’ve ever had to.”

“You’re right.” Logan shakes his head again and turns to Patton. “It smells delicious, you two, congratulations.”

“You haven’t tasted it yet,” Patton reminds, “we have to wait for—“

“Fuck.”

Virgil holds a hand to his chest as Janus chuckles, having appeared out of fucking nowhere just behind him as he turned to see where the snake was. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as Janus rubs a circle between his shoulder blades.

“Sorry, little mouse,” Janus murmurs, just loud enough for him to hear, “I didn’t mean to startle you so badly.”

“It’s fine.” He leans into the touch for a moment longer. “I, uh, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Never, little mouse, you have my word.”

“Thanks.”

“Remus, I swear—“

“Just let me go and it’ll be fine!”

“Kiddos,” Patton scolds, all but prying the twins apart, “if you don’t stop fighting, there won’t be any bread left for you.”

Virgil has to stifle a chuckle at how fast the two of them break apart, sitting and folding their hands in their laps to patiently wait for their bread. Judging by the way Janus presses a little closer behind him, he knows what’s going to happen before Patton turns to him.

“Virgil? Would you like to do the honors?”

“Uh, sure.” Virgil takes the bread knife hesitantly and examines the loaf. It looks too pretty to cut…but it smells incredible. “How—uh, how much does everyone want?”

“If you let them,” Logan says wryly, “they’ll eat the whole loaf. Take what you want first.”

“Will not!”

“You, you absolutely will.”

“Hey!”

The knife hits the cutting board with a soft tap, the slice falling neatly onto the plate. Patton takes the knife when Virgil offers it, taking over the slicing as Virgil scoots around the edge of the counter to sit with his slice.

It looks so..perfect. And as he lifts it up and bites into it—

Yeah, he could eat this for the rest of his life and be happy.

Judging by the way the rest of them devour the loaf, they agree.

“You did wonderfully,” Logan murmurs amidst the smatterings of compliments, “this is delicious.”

“Thanks.”

“You must remind Patton to make this again with you, it tastes much better.”

When he doesn’t answer right away, Logan glances up, smiling when he catches sight of his red cheeks. Leaning closer, he places his chin on Virgil’s shoulder and turns to whisper:

“Don’t let Roman see that if you don’t want to blush any harder.”

Now that right there is a very good point. In an effort to hide it, he takes another bite of the bread, only to frown when something’s different.

Logan seems to notice and tilts his head. “Is there something wrong? Does it taste strange?”

Virgil opens and closes his mouth a few times. “It feels gummy.”

“Really?” Logan has another bit of his own. “It doesn’t taste that way to me, perhaps…?”

“Here, try mine.”

“…no, it still tastes the same. Have you had something to drink recently?”

“Not as recently as I probably should.” Before he can blink, Logan’s holding out a glass of water. “Oh. Thanks.”

“Let’s see if this helps.”

Well, the gumminess is no longer in his mouth. He’s not sure if he can still feel it in the back of his throat. He takes another bite of the bread—and oh fuck is it good—and it seems to go away.

“That might’ve been it.” But maybe it wasn’t.

“We’ll keep an eye on it, though,” Logan says easily as if he can see where Virgil’s mind wants to go, “let us know if it changes, okay?”

“I will.”

Which is why, later, when he’s sitting out by the lake to watch the moon ripple across the surface of the water, he feels it return and coughs, coughs, coughs until something flies out of his throat.

He frowns, bending down to stare at the thing glistening in the grass. He tilts his head.

What the fuck?

Something else is still in his throat. He coughs again, and more of it shoots out, sticking to the grass with a horrid sound.

Okay, nope. He’s not dealing with this by himself.

Remus? Remus, can you help me with something?

Sure. Gimme a sec and I’ll drop in. Are you okay?

Virgil takes another look at the glistening…thing on the grass.

I don’t know.

An instant later, the water bubbles and Remus rises up, propping himself up with his tentacles as he shakes the water off. Virgil throws his arms up to protect his face from the shower of droplets.

“Oh, oops.”

He waves a hand. “It’s fine, it’s just water.”

“…yeah.”

“Do I want to know what else was in that?”

“Probably not.”

Virgil sighs as Remus clambers up to sit next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder. Remus’s hand cards gently through his hair before prompting him to sit up.

“What’s the problem, little monster? How can I help?”

In response, Virgil points at the glistening mess on the grass In front of him. Remus leans forward, following Virgil’s finger, frowning until he spots the mess. His eyes widen.

“Whoa. I’ve never seen that before.”

Virgil’s heart sinks. If Remus has never seen it before…

“Where’d it come from?” Remus looks over his shoulder. “Was it Ollie? Uma? One of the others?”

Virgil shakes his head.

“Really? So Roman’s babies did that? Huh, I gotta tell him, he’s gonna get a kick outta that.”

“No.”

Remus frowns at the truly quiet noise Virgil makes. He nudges him gently. “No? No what, little monster?”

“It—“ Virgil swallows the gummy thing in his mouth— “it wasn’t Roman’s.”

Remus’s frown deepens. “Then what—“

His eyes go giant when Virgil coughs up another one. It lands on the grass with a splat.

“…oh.”

Virgil turns to him so fast he can feel his neck protesting. “Oh? Oh what, what does ‘oh’ mean?”

Remus smiles. He smiles so wide it makes Virgil’s face hurt by proxy. His eyes dart back and forth between Remus and the stuff on the ground.

“Remus, what?”

“You’re changing,” Remus says softly, still smiling as he reaches out to pull Virgil close, “you’re changing, Virgil, that’s it.”

Um, excuse me, no part of that is reassuring, thank you very much.

“What do you mean I’m ‘changing?’”

“You bonded to us, Virgil,” Remus continues, “you opened that connection.”

“Okay…?”

“That means—well, it means you’re no longer fully human, little monster.”

Wait, what?

He’s—

“You mean I’m part fae now?”

Remus nods. “You’re one of us, little monster, you’re ours. Which means that some of your magic—“

“I have magic?”

“Everything has magic, Virgil. But yeah, it means through that connection your magic’s starting to get a bit of its own shape.”

Virgil looks back down at the mess. It looks…well, it doesn’t look quite so scary anymore. In fact, as he looks at it, there are parts of it that he may actually be able to call…

…pretty.

“My own shape?”

“Jan-Jan looks like a snake, yeah?”

“Except he’s got six arms.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that doesn’t make sense to me either. But Janny’s a snake, I’ve got tentacles, Logan runs a little colder than the rest of us, and Pat’s got an impressive sense of smell.”

“…what about Roman?”

“Roman’s magic just kinda…” Remus wiggles his fingers. “Does that. You’ve seen it.”

“Yeah…yeah, I’ve seen it.”

“He spoils you.”

“…he tries.”

Remus gives him another gentle nudge to show he understands. Then he nods to the grass.

“That’s probably the start of it, little monster.”

“Will it hurt?”

The shameful question bursts out before he can stop it and he winces, curling his arms tightly around himself. Remus just wraps his arms around him too, holding him close.

“I don’t know, Virgil.” He tightens his grip. “But I do know you won’t have to do this alone.”

The dark pit in his chest softens ever so slightly. He tucks his head under Remus’s.

“I know.”

He goes to Logan next. Knocks on his door and waits patiently—okay, maybe not that patiently—for Logan to open it and tilt his head.

“You needn’t do that, you can ask for me directly if you like,” he says after he’s welcomed Virgil inside.

“I know, I just…felt better doing that.”

“I understand.” Logan smiles and adjusts his glasses. “What can I help you with?”

“I, um…” He shifts his weight from side to side. “I found something.”

“Oh? What did you find?”

“Do you remember when I said the bread tasted gummy?” Logan nods. “Well, I, um, found out why.”

Logan’s eyes widen as Virgil holds out a dish with some of the stuff on it. He takes it slowly, adjusting his glasses again as he stares down at the glistening substance. His eyes dart from it to Virgil and back.

“Remus said I was changing,” Virgil offers, “because of the bond, and I just—I just wanted—“

He swallows.

“…wanted to know if it would hurt,” he finishes lamely.

Logan takes a deep breath and sets the dish aside, reaching for his notebook and flipping it open. He scribbles something down and looks up, a smile slowly forming on his face.

“I’m incredibly glad,” he says softly, “that the bond is holding and that you are staying.”

“Wait, there was a chance it wouldn’t work?”

“There was a chance it wouldn’t be formed at all,” Logan corrects, “not that it would fade once it was made.”

“So...?”

“So you’re one of us now, Virgil,” Logan says, holding up the dish, “this proves it.”

“What is that?”

Logan’s smile grows. “I’ve got no idea. Let’s go find out, shall we?”

He beckons Virgil closes, moving across his room to…an area with machines that Virgil has never seen before. He watches as Logan carefully separates a piece of the substance to place on the bed of…what looks like a giant box but what is probably so much more complicated.

“You can come closer if you like.”

He shakes himself, looking up to see Logan considering him curiously.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Logan lets their shoulders brush together as he comes to join him. “This is one of my favorite tools.”

“What’s it called?”

“I call it the universal scanner, though I believe Roman calls it the Answer Box.”

“The what?”

“It answers most of the basic questions I can have about something, I suppose.”

“So he called it the Answer Box?”

“I don’t believe Roman’s ever claimed to be the best at naming things.”

Virgil snorts. “Then you were not there for the argument the two of them had over who was naming Oliver’s new adopted jellyfish.”

Logan shudders. “No, and I’m quite glad for that.”

The scanner begins to beep, little pulses of light going off around the stuff lying so innocuously in the middle. As it keeps going, something starts to twist in Virgil’s chest.

What if something’s wrong? What if this isn’t a sign of Virgil changing and it’s something dangerously wrong with him? What if he’s changing and it’s bad? What if they decide they don’t like him or he’s dangerous?

What if they realize the—

—the humans were right?

A rush of cool surges up his arm and he breathes, reaching out to take Logan’s hand and squeeze. Logan squeezes back, stepping a little closer and watching as the machine slows down. Across the room, one of Logan’s screens lights up. He gives Virgil’s hand one last squeeze before stepping away, going to look at the results.

“What does it say?”

“Chemical composition, tensile strength,” Logan murmurs, “as well as magical signature.”

“Magical signature?”

“Who it belongs to,” Logan clarifies, shooting him a smile over his shoulder, “you, Virgil.”

“I have a magical signature?”

“You do.”

He looks down at his hands, turning them over. “What does it look like?”

Logan thinks for a moment. “Do you remember the colors that your aura turns when the Claims are shown?” Virgil nods. “The colors are the various signatures.”

“So yours is…?”

“Dark blue, I believe. Roman’s is red, Remus’s is green. Patton’s is light blue.”

“Janus’s is yellow, I guess.”

“I believe he prefers ‘gold.’”

“He’s so pretentious,” Virgil mutters, “gold, honestly. Shut up, it’s fucking yellow.”

Logan chuckles. “You can tell him that if you’d like.”

“Maybe I will.”

“But to answer your question,” Logan continues, “your magical signature is your color.”

“…which is what?”

Logan looks at him strangely. “Do you not remember?”

“Remember?” Virgil shuffles nervously. “Remember what?”

“The day you were taken,” Logan says softly, sending a dark bolt through Virgil’s stomach, “and we brought you home, do you remember what happened in the garden?”

V jolts awake, flails desperately, against Roman, against Logan, against Patton.

“V, V, honey,” Patton tries, “you’re safe, honey, it’s just us, kiddo—“

“Virgil.”

Virgil breathes, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Logan sends another calming pulse into the air, calling his name quietly until he can look up.

“My apologies,” Logan murmurs, “I did not mean to do that.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t—“ he takes a breath— “you didn’t mean to.”

Logan accepts it with a nod. “I merely meant that your aura was particularly strong that day,” he says quietly, “and perhaps you remembered it. But you did not, and that’s okay.”

“Sorry.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Virgil, it’s alright, there’s no need to apologize.”

He blinks, looking back at the bed of the scanner. “So what is it?”

“Simply put? It’s a web.”

Virgil blinks, longer this time. “A what?”

“A web, Virgil,” Logan repeats, “your web.”

A web, that means—that means that Virgil—he’s—

“So what am I going to be?”

“I believe…” Logan turns the screen to face him. Virgil’s eyes widen.

“A spider?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“But—“

Logan raises an eyebrow when Virgil cuts himself off abruptly, all but clapping a hand over his mouth.

“But,” he prompts softly, “but what?”

“…nothing.”

He tilts his head.

“It’s fine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I just…” well, the more he thinks about it, the stupider it sounds. He’s trying really hard to not say it out loud, but…

“You can tell me,” Logan says softly, “I won’t be upset.”

“…but no one likes spiders,” he whispers, shame burning the inside of his throat where he can feel another web forming.

Logan is quiet for a moment. Then—

“Come here.”

Virgil’s head jerks up. “What?”

Logan holds out his arm. “Come here, little one.”

And Logan looks so sincere that he can’t help it, ducking under his arm and letting him gather him close to his chest. Logan hums gently, tucking Virgil’s head under his chin and holding him tight.

“We like you, little one,” he murmurs, “and everyone else can leave you alone.”

“…really?”

“Yes, really,” Logan chuckles, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “you’re wonderful, little one.”

And Virgil opens his mouth to say something equally nice like ‘I like you too’ or even just ‘thank you,’ but nope, instead he has to cough out a web like a rude person.

Luckily, Logan just chuckles again and gives him a gentle squeeze. “I must say, I’m curious about how that works. Would you mind if I helped you figure it out?”

“Please.”

So that’s how he ends up spending a lot of time with Logan, figuring out how much web he can shoot, how to do it on command so it’s not happening all the time, how to hold onto some of it so he can pull stuff towards him like a frog—apparently Patton gets a kick out of that when he tells him—and how to make sure it’s not constantly living in the back of his throat. It’s a fucking blast, actually, and he definitely uses it when Logan gets into an argument with Remus to ‘accidentally’ cough a web into his face. It’s priceless.

That doesn’t mean it’s all good stuff, though.

He wakes up one night with his room covered in webs, sticking to every single available surface, tying him up so he can barely move. His mouth runs dry, his throat aches. He blinks a few times and can’t get the gummy feeling to go away.

Patton, Patton I—I—

Virgil? Kiddo, can I come to you?

Help me—

“Hey, hey,” he hears not a moment later, right next to his head, “hey, kiddo, shh, you’re okay, I’m right here.”

“P-Pat?”

“Yeah, honey.” Patton waves his hand and a little glow appears in the corner of the room. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

Virgil breathes, wincing when he feels the strands of the webs again. Patton makes a sympathetic noise.

“Do you want me to get rid of them?” At Virgil’s insistent nod, he waves his hand again and they vanish. “They’re gone now, kiddo, it’s okay. Can you sit up for me?”

Patton wraps his arms tightly around him and holds him close, warm, warm, warm, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

Another kiss. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“I think—“ Virgil swallows— “I think that’s why the webs came out.”

Patton nods. “I can see they trapped a lot of it for you.”

Virgil blinks. “Wait, what?”

“The little buzzing things, the ones that love to fly around you.” He tips Virgil’s head to cup his cheeks, brushing his thumb along the curve of his face. “The ones I can dust off for you?”

“What about them?”

Patton nods toward the rest of the room. “Your webs were trapping most of them, kiddo, making it so you weren’t as badly affected.”

“O-oh.” He swallows again. “But I—I didn’t like it.”

“Making them when you weren’t in control?” Virgil nods. “I can understand that, it must’ve been scary to wake up with a room full of webs.”

Virgil nods again, shifting a little closer to Patton. Wait—

“If the webs were holding them,” he starts, “then why…why aren’t they coming back?”

Patton chuckles. “They know better than to try and touch you when I’m here.”

Virgil hums, burrowing into Patton’s chest and letting him idly flick away the few that dare get close. And yeah, that…that makes sense, but he would rather not be coughing up webs while he’s unconscious. For one, his throat still hurts.

Patton just gently lays his hand against Virgil’s neck and strokes, once, twice, three times, encouraging him to swallow. He does, sighing at the rush of warmth that comes with it.

“Good,” Patton murmurs, “do you want help to make the webs before you go back to sleep?”

“Help to make them?”

“We can set up a little bubble so they get caught, and so you won’t have to do it asleep.”

“You—you’d help me?”

Something flashes behind Patton’s eyes for a moment before it’s replaced by a soft smile. “Of course, sweetheart, I’ll always help you.”

Virgil shifts a bit closer. “Can we stay like this for a little longer first?”

“Of course, kiddo, you come here.”

The webs help. A little. It takes some getting used to, and there’s definitely still times when he wakes up and his throat is all gummy from nightmares, but it does help.

Then, of course, there are the new legs.

Virgil’s eyes shoot open as something cracks. He floats, unaware of what’s happening, as cracks continue to shake the floor of the room. His head rolls to the side. What’s happening? Why can’t he feel anything? There’s just this white-hot tinge to the corners of his vision, almost as if he’s springing up out of his body, what—

—no.

No, no, no, he made it out.

He was free, they were going to keep him safe, how—

He gasps.

Pain floods his senses, turning his blood white and his mouth opens in a silent scream. His jaw aches after the first few seconds and it aches, it truly does, and as his head lolls to the side all he can think about is how the wood at the bottom of the door doesn’t quite reach the floor.

A golden thread inside of him snaps taut and yanks.

“Virgil? Virgil!”

“J?”

“Yes, little mouse, it’s me,” Janus’s voice calls from somewhere above him, “I’m right here, darling, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It—it hurts, I—“

“Shh, shh—oh, darling.” A gloved hand touches his cheek to catch the tears. “Oh, little mouse, tell me what’s so awful, what’s hurting you?”

Another sharp crack rings out and Janus makes a noise.

“Virgil, you’re going to have to roll over.”

Moving of any sort feels like the actual worst, thank you very much.

“They’re trying to come out of your back, darling, any pressure on them is going to make it worse.”

Blinking through the haze of white, Virgil manages to stare up at Janus. He watches his mouth thin to a hard line.

“Come on, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, gently tucking his hand under Virgil’s cheek, “roll toward me, I’ll catch you, but you have to get off your back.”

At the gentle urging of the thread, Virgil closes his eyes and rolls.

“Good,” Janus soothes, cradling him as they lie down on the floor, “good job, darling, I’ve got you, little mouse, it’s alright.”

“What’s—what’s happening?”

“You’re changing, sweetie.” Janus rubs a circle into his lower back, away from the pain, “that’s all it is. Shh, shh, I know it hurts, it’s okay, I’m right here.”

“Make it stop,” he whines, burying his face shamelessly into the crook of Janus’s neck, “it hurts.”

“I know, sweetie, I know. You’re doing so well, it’s okay. You’re okay, I’m right here.”

Janus wraps his arms around him carefully, avoiding the center of his back. One hand cups the back of his neck, another ruffling through his hair. Two stroke down his shoulders, trying to get the muscles to relax. The last pair sling around his hips and hold him close.

“I know it hurts, sweetie,” Janus whispers, “but you have to try and relax. Tensing up will only make it hurt more.”

“I can’t—“

“You can, sweetie, they’re almost out, it’s okay.” He tips his head to press a kiss to Virgil’s forehead. “You’re doing much better than I did when my arms were first growing in.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, sweetie, really…oh, easy, little mouse, shh, just focus on me…”

Virgil clings onto him as his back keeps cracking, over and over. Janus is right, though, holding onto him makes it a little easier, especially when he reaches a hand up to brush the tears away.

“I’ve got you, Virgil,” he promises, “it’s almost over, you’re doing so well, just a little more, now, stay here with me…”

“I want it to stop, it fucking hurts.”

“I know, little mouse, I know.”

“Don’t think—“ Virgil gasps against his neck as another crack rings out, quieter this time, though— “don’t think that works anymore.”

“You’ll always be my little mouse,” Janus whispers, “but you can also be my little spider.”

Virgil blinks. His back still aches, but…the blinding white pain is gone. He tries to stretch—

—and freezes when new things respond in ways that do not make sense.

“Jan?”

“You’ve got new limbs, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, giving his hair a ruffle, “can you try and move them for me?”

Oh, he was not meant to have these muscles in these places. Still, he manages to figure out which ones he’s supposed to flex only for another jolt of pain to shoot through them.

“Shh, shh,” Janus shushes when he winces, “I know it hurts, but you’ve got to start building up a range of motion now, otherwise they’ll get sore and stuck very quickly.”

Virgil grits his teeth and bears it, listening to Janus’s gentle instructions on how to bend, unbend, and rotate the—four?—four new limbs coming from the center of his back. He definitely sheds a few more tears into the collar of Janus’s shirt, but by the time Janus rubs the back of his neck and tells him he’s all done, for now, his back does feel a little better.

“You did so well, sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”

“Can I never do that again?”

Janus chuckles. “Absolutely, little spider.”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Janus’s eyes widen as a brilliant blush starts to bloom over Virgil’s cheeks. “Well.”

“No.”

“But it’s been so long since I have seen you so flustered, little spider,” he purrs, gently knuckling the side of Virgil’s face, “can you blame me?”

“Stoppit.”

“Oh, darling, is it truly still so easy?”

“Well, it’s easy once I’m already here!”

“Mm.”

Virgil does not squeak, thank you very much, as Janus sits up and pulls him fully into his lap.

“And where is here, little spider,” he hums, bringing one hand up to cup his chin, “right…here?”

Well, there go Virgil’s speaking abilities.

Janus chuckles, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “It’s certainly been a while since I’ve seen you speechless, darling.”

Virgil just mumbles and throws his arms around him.

“Oh, it’s okay, little spider,” Janus murmurs, softer this time, “I’m done now, you have my word.”

“Mean.”

“Yes, yes, I know, I’ve been very rude to you.” Another kiss on his cheek. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

“How?”

As an answer, he feels hands begin to rub gently at the muscles in his back, encouraging the last bit of cramps loose. An exhale tears itself out of his chest as he sags forward.

“Good,” comes the soft whisper, “good, little spider, just relax, I’ve got you.”

Virgil mumbles, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. “Hurts.”

“Still?” At his nods, Janus makes a noise of sympathy and redoubles his efforts. “It’s okay, little spider, I’ve got you, you’re here with me.”

Something dark shifts in his stomach again. He tucks his head firmly under Janus’s chin and takes a shaky breath.

“What is it, darling?”

“When I woke up,” he mumbles, “thought it was—that I—“

He swallows.

“…wasn’t sure if I was…back or not.”

Janus stills. The dark thing in the pit of Virgil’s stomach snaps.

“You are here,” Janus says, a growl tinging the edge of his voice, “you are here, with me, and you are safe.”

Arms wrap tightly around him.

“None of them will touch you again,” he promises, “I have you. I have you, little spider, you’re safe.”

Virgil just sits there, basking in the warm, golden glow, as Janus wraps the threads of Reality around them.

“Keep me?”

“I’ll keep you, little spider, I’ll always keep you.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

One last kiss pressed to his forehead. “Always.”

The limbs are…interesting. The first time Janus takes him to the mirror to see them, Virgil almost runs away.

They look like spider legs, all segmented and hairy, but they’re a little too…purple to be just normal spider’s legs. Janus walks him carefully through how to stretch them, how to use them, how to turn them this way and that until it feels a little more like Virgil’s supposed to have them. He doesn’t seem to have to build up their strength as he would a new arm or leg—well, a humanoid arm or leg—but figuring out how to use them takes…a little longer than he’d like.

And he never quite gets over how…wrong it looks.

Freak.

He does his best to hide it. It’s not like it isn’t expected, people don’t normally spontaneously grow limbs like, partway through their life anyway, let alone spider legs, so an adjustment period is expected, but…

Freak.

All things considered, he thinks he’s doing pretty well. He hasn’t lied to anyone—not that he really could—and no one’s asked him flat-out if he feels like they’re awful or anything, but…

Freak.

Then he makes his way back to his room as the sun sets one day and Roman is there, leaning up against the side of the house, waiting for him.

He looks up and smiles, waving to Virgil and beckoning him closer. Virgil goes, valiantly suppressing the shudder at how fucking warm Roman is as a hand comes up to cup his cheek.

Judging by the smile on his face, it’s not successful, but hey, he tried.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Roman murmurs, “can we talk for a moment?”

Virgil nods.

“Thank you, sweetheart, do you want to go inside, or…?”

“Sure.”

Roman lets Virgil lead him inside and pull him to sit down on the bed. He reaches out to push Virgil’s hair away from his face.

“Do you know why I’m here, sweetheart?”

When Virgil shakes his head, he scoots a little closer and rests his hand flat against his back, just below where the legs come out.

“…oh.”

Roman nods, rubbing little circles. “What’s troubling you, little honeybee?”

Virgil huffs, gesturing over his shoulder. “Don’t think that works anymore.”

“Mm, Janus said you’d say that,” he murmurs, shifting a little closer and lifting Virgil’s chin, “talk to me, sweetheart.”

Virgil shuts his eyes. A web crawls up into the back of his throat and he swallows it down, willing the buzzing things to stay away, held at bay only by the web still in his throat and the insistence that everything is going to be fine.

“…freak,” he mumbles eventually, much to Roman’s surprise, “they called me a freak.”

Roman’s hand stills on his back.

“I jus’—“ fuck, why is he crying?—“I jus’—they made sense, and I—“

“Don’t, sweetheart,” Roman says quietly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Virgil’s, “don’t do that to yourself.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he lets Roman pull him closer, fighting down the urge to sob.

“Yes, that’s it, come here—come sit with me—there,” he murmurs, sitting Virgil in his lap, “you’re not a freak, Virgil.”

He huffs. “Easy for you to say.”

Roman pulls back, frowning. “Why?”

Fuck. Well, now’s he got to explain himself.

“Um—“ and great, Roman’s not even doing anything and he’s bright red— “you don’t have any of—“ he waves to the spider legs— “you look like a normal human.”

He hesitates.

“…and you’re really pretty.”

Roman blinks. His lips part and his breath leaves him in a rush. Virgil winces.

“Sweetheart, do you think you don’t have value if you’re not pretty?”

“I mean…”

“No,” Roman growls, sitting up a little straighter and cupping V’s face in his hands, “no, Virgil, pretty isn’t some kind of rent you pay to exist in the world. You don’t owe anyone that, sweetheart.”

Virgil’s eyes widen as Roman holds him tightly.

“You have more to offer than just your outward appearance,” he says firmly, “so much more.”

“But I—I’m not—“ Virgil swallows. “I can’t do anything.”

“What do you mean you can’t do anything, sweetheart?”

“You guys, you can all—“ he waves his hands—“do things. I can’t. I’m just…here.”

“Oh,” Roman breathes as his face truly falls, “oh, little honeybee, you don’t have to be useful to be wanted.”

Wait.

What?

Virgil doesn’t—he doesn’t have to—

“What?”

Roman nods, pulling him closer still, “you don’t, sweetheart, we want you. We will always want you. You don’t have to do anything to earn it.”

Oh.

“You’re mine, little honeybee, as long as you want to be,” he murmurs quietly, “you don’t need to do anything to earn my trust or affection. It’s yours.”

Well, now Virgil feels stupid. The spider legs twitch unhappily over his shoulder. Roman catches it.

“Still not used to them yet, I see,” he murmurs, “that’s alright. I’m not trying to tell you you’re not allowed to feel upset, sweetheart, I promise.”

“I know.”

“Can I help,” he asks softly, “can I help you see they’re nothing to be ashamed of?”

“How?”

“Has anyone touched them yet,” Roman asks, “other than to help you learn how to use them?”

He shakes his head.

“May I touch you, sweetheart?” Virgil nods and Roman smiles. “Thank you. Now, come here—yes, that’s it—“

Virgil leans right up against Roman’s chest, letting him curl his arms around to scratch gently, gently at the very center of the four legs. It sends a jolt through him, every nerve buzzing.

“You don’t have to think right now,” Roman hushes when Virgil can’t find the words to say exactly how much this means, “not if you don’t want. You can just sit and feel, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Warm. Warm hands rubbing firmly up the limbs as Virgil’s frantic thoughts grind slowly to a halt. Then Roman’s hands find a spot just below the third segment and he groans, low and dark.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Roman soothes, squeezing just enough to rewire more of Virgil’s brain, “I’m right here, little honeybee, I’ve got you.”

It’s so much. It’s so much and every single hair on Virgil’s body stands. He hears Roman chuckle from far, far away and all he can do is whine. Roman shushes him, calling him ‘noisy’ in the most affectionate voice but it’s so much.

And yet, it feels like something’s missing. Like there’s an extra joint that isn’t quite sitting right yet, like there’s a layer in between the spider legs and his back. Roman keeps touching him, holding him close, but it’s not right.

“Roman,” he manages, just as Roman’s fingers slide around the base joint, “Roman—“

“Yes, little honeybee?”

“Magic.”

Roman stills and Virgil tries not to whine at the loss. “What?”

“Use your magic,” he says again, trying to clear his head enough to ask properly, “it feels—I can’t—they’re not mine yet.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “And you think that if I use my magic, it will help?”

“Please?”

“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart, you know I can’t ever say no to you.” Roman ruffles his hair. “But you know the rules, sweetheart.”

Virgil nods and sits up, leaning away to look at Roman properly. “If it’s too much or it feels like it wants me to want, I tell you and we stop.”

“And…?”

“And if I don’t like something.”

“Good.” Roman takes a deep breath. “Alright.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, little honeybee.”

“…still don’t think that works anymore.”

��Mm.” Roman tilts his head.

Virgil shifts as a smirk crawls over his face.

“Janus told me something else, you know,” he says softly as he reaches to coax Virgil back into his lap.

“…what?”

Red sparks curl up from his fingers. Virgil closes his eyes, waiting for the hand to land on his back or the legs again, only for them to fly opened, startled when Roman cups his chin.

“Wha—“

Oh.

Oh, no—Roman’s eyes darken a little, the sparks fizzing on the soft spot under his chin. He tilts his head to the side and leans closer.

“Hello, little spider.”

Virgil will deny the squeak he makes until the end of time. Roman chuckles and runs his finger lazily across Virgil’s jaw. The magic trails after him.

“Pretty little spider,” he coos, voice slipping back into that light, sweet, gentle thing that wriggles straight into Virgil’s chest, “blushy little spider.”

“R-Roman!”

“Hmm?” The finger swipes along the other side of his jaw. “What is it, little spider?”

All that comes out is a keen.

“You asked for this, little spider,” Roman reminds, tapping the tip of Virgil’s nose, “you asked for the magic.”

“The magic, not the flirting!”

“Oh, the flirting’s for me, little spider,” he coos, “just for fun. You’re so lovely, I can’t help it.”

“Mmm!”

“Is this not what you wanted, little spider?” When Virgil can’t say anything, Roman chuckles but lifts his fingers away to let him catch his breath. “What do you want, little spider?”

“You know what I want.”

“I do,” he says softly, “but I need you to say it for me. I don’t want to do anything without your consent.”

“…will you touch my legs, please?”

Roman smiles, running his finger up Virgil’s neck, up under his chin, lifting to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good, little spider,” he whispers, reaching around to leave a small trail down the middle of Virgil’s back, shushing the light whine, “just relax, now, I’ve got you.”

Virgil melts, all but collapsing into Roman as his magic trails lightly up and down the legs, over his back, sometimes fizzling into his hair as he kisses Virgil’s head. His legs start to move of their own accord, pushing up into Roman’s hands as he rocks them slowly back and forth.

“Are you falling asleep, little spider? Does that feel good?” He feels Roman smile against his forehead. “You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

The last of Roman’s magic fizzles away but his hands stay, rubbing, stroking, petting up and down, up and down. Roman’s so warm.

“Just rest, little spider,” Roman hushes, “you’re alright now, shh…”

He falls asleep to moonlight streaming in through the window, his head pillowed on Roman’s chest.

Somewhere, a purple thread winds itself into a braid next to a red thread, a green thread, a light blue thread, a dark blue thread, and a yellow thread.

‘Golden.’

He’s so pretentious, it’s fine.

Virgil’s home.

General Taglist: @frxgprince @potereregina @reddstardust @gattonero17 @iamhereforthegayshit @thefingergunsgirl @awkwardandanxiousfander @creative-lampd-liberties @djpurple3 @winterswrandomness @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes @iminyourfandom @bullet-tothefeels @full-of-roman-angst-trash @ask-elsalvador @ramdomthingsfrommymind @demoniccheese83 @pattonsandershugs @el-does-photography @princeanxious @firefinch-ember @fandomssaremysoul @im-an-anxious-wreck @crazy-multifandomfangirl @punk-academian-witch @enby-ralsei @unicornssunflowersandstuff @wildhorsewolf @thetruthaboutthesun @stubbornness-and-spite @princedarkandstormv @your-local-fookin-deadmeme @angels-and-dreams @averykedavra @a-ghostlight-for-roman @treasurechestininterweb @cricketanne @aularei @queerly-fluid-fan @compactdiscdraws @cecil-but-gayer @i-am-overly-complicated @annytheseal @alias290 @tranquil-space-ninja @arxticandy @mychemically-imbalanced-romance @whyiask @crows-ace @emilythezeldafan @frida0043 @ieatspinalcords @snowyfires @cyanide-violence @oonagh2 @xxpanic-at-the-everywherexx @rabbitsartcorner @percy-07734 @triflingassailantofmyemotions

(Un)Wanted Taglist: @deafeningdeppresedvoidthing@myrandomfandoms12 @i-love-books-and-so-do-you @homodetector @cohesiveanxiety @extrageekytrashofthething @beyondthestacks @lizzy-lineart @imknittingahat @twilight--trix @/nofurtherquestions-smirk @ray-does-stuff @lunatatic @our-bloody-mari666 @what-aboutno

If you want to be added/taken off/switched taglists, let me know!

#sanders sides #dragonbabbles #fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #fae

124 notes · View notes

soyeahitsmiddleearth · 3 years

Text

Dimension Jumping Pt. 5

Comforting a grieving hobbit and time get everyone ready to go out!

Via the genius idea from katzrfsoa / Kat88

There's been mention of the reader not wanting to take the groups out, for fear of the public's reaction... so what about a cosplay convention? it would give the Reader the perfect excuse to allow them out, and they would wear their original clothes

----

This morning has been uneventful for the most part.

Breakfast passed by without issue and now everyone is off doing their own things.

You looked outside and took a peek in the guest room, but you still can't find him.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin are playing a board game you showed them; Legolas is doing his meditation sleep thing; Boromir and Aragorn are discussing something; and Gimli is stacking bread on Legolas' leg to see how long it takes until he notices.

Frodo, however, is missing at the moment.

Right as you were considering telling the others of his disappearance, however, you heard some shuffling from your hall closet.

You open the door carefully and take peer inside, not wanting to startle the small hobbit, and at first you don't see him.

There's more shuffling and you hear a quiet sniff, followed by soft sobs, and you then realize he's hiding behind the shelf.

The door makes a soft clicking sound when you close it, and right away the quiet cries cease. You didn't want to alert him with the door, you wanted to do it yourself, but it's too late now, so you just go with it.

"Frodo?" You call in a gentle voice, staying by the door incase he wants you to go.

"Y-Yes?' He calls back, not moving from his spot.

His voice is thick with emotion, and the sadness in his tone makes your heart ache painfully. And when you walk closer and see him huddled up behind the shelf, your heart breaks a little for him.

He hastily rids his cheeks of any evidence of his sorrows, though the puffiness around his eyes and constant sniffles don't much help his cause, and looks at you with a false smile.

"Frodo, why are you crying?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, kneeling down in front of him so you may look at him at eye level (mostly).

"It's nothing." He tells you quickly, looking away from your compassionate face with the same sad frown on his lips.

When you don't move to get up or leave, his gaze slides back over to you and he realizes that you're not going to leave unless he straight up tells you to go away. This makes him sigh, but truthfully, he doesn't want you to go away. Not really. For having company in a time of sorrow always mends suffering.

"I... did not have a proper time to mourn Gandalf. I've been so caught up in the oddity that is this place that I almost forgot my sorrows altogether, but then this morning is all... came rushing back." He explains with a surprisingly even voice.

While he speaks you cross your legs and listen along intently, your hands folded neatly in your lap. When he finishes, you reach forward and place your hand atop his with a gentle touch, "I didn't know him, but I can tell he was very dear to you. Honestly, I can't offer much advice, but I can tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside is not a good idea."

He looks at you with that sad face when you speak, and it prompts you to continue, "Also, I know everyone else can be pretty overwhelming or they just don't understand, and I want you to know that I'm always here to listen if you're feeling down, okay?"

Your words draw a small smile from the grieving hobbit and it elicits a similar grin from you.

"Thank you, Y/N. I... actually do feel a little better."

"I'm glad."

---

After your discussion with Frodo you rejoin everyone back out in the main room and let him recollect himself, going right onto your laptop to get some work done.

You're idly scrolling through a scholarly article you need to research when you see it.

An advertisement for some sort of comic book, cosplay, convention... thing in the area (no wonder you've been seeing so many oddly dressed people recently).

At first you almost scroll past it, but then you get hit with the brick of knowledge and a lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Yes!" You scream, successfully scaring everyone in the room and Penny who is sitting with you for once. "Ohh, my god. This is freaking perfect!" You exclaim, clicking on the link to get some more information.

Your eyes practically soak up everything on the information page, and, once you've skimmed through all of it, you look up with a bright smile on your face.

Literally all of them are looking at you like you've grown two heads, but you only clap your hands together a few times. "Guys, I just had a huge brain moment!"

The joke goes over their heads as per usual, but you don't let that deter you.

"Huge brain moment?" Pippin asks in confusion, looking at his cousin like he thinks he heard it wrong or something.

"Yes! I've figured out a way to take everyone out!"

That certainly gets their attention.

"You have?" Sam asks exuberantly, dropping his game piece so he can turn towards you and pay perfect attention.

"I have, yes," you start, continuing once you're 100% sure they're all paying attention, "So here's the thing, I knew that I could take out you tall boi's without issue besides having to find a hat for Legolas here, and I could explain that Gimli here has dwarfism," you pause at that and realize it may be offensive to him, but you continue once more, "but I also knew that there's no way I can explain away the hobbits, and then I found this gem."

You turn the computer so it faces all of them, but they only look more confused.

"There's a convention thing in town for the next week, and it's the perfect opportunity for me to bring everyone out! We just have to dress up the hobbits a bit and pretend that they're children."

At your explanation you receive multiple pleased smiles, and it serves to make you feel even better about your idea. "And you can all wear your normal clothes, too. And if someone asks who you are... I'll figure out a game or something you guys can use as an alias."

"Are you sure that will work?" Aragorn asks with furrowed eyebrows, sitting up from his spot in your arm chair.

"Um, like, maybe 98%." You confirm with a shrug, "It's better than 88% though."

He doesn't seem like he disagrees with you, so you look back at your laptop again and start to look for ideas to make them more believable as humans.

---

3 hours of research later, and you've successfully compiled a completely fool proof plan to smuggle this merry band of bizarre boys out of your house.

What you've decided is that you'll put some makeup over Legolas' pointy ears to make them look more fake since the concept of elves is not lost in this world. Boromir and Aragorn can go as themselves, and you'll put some makeup on the hobbits much like you will Legolas (they'll be children elves since there are no hobbits in your world) and tell everyone who asks how they look so good that you're a professional makeup artist.

Gimli, fortunately for you, was the easiest to come up with something for next to the other two humans of this group. You can just tell people he has dwarfism and that's why he chose to go as a dwarf character.

Everything is in order except for what you're going to do, though you suppose you should match their theme and be some sort of renaissance, maiden, lady, thing. You'll figure it out, though you do need to make sure it's convincing like theirs.

You decided to, instead of putting it off, go ahead and start working on finding a costume to match theirs.

A couple of searches later and you come across a really pretty dress that looks to fit their style, and when you show it to them they give you the thumbs up, so you order it with express shipping so it should arrive tomorrow.

It's a lovely flowy medieval dress *just look up flowy medieval dress and go to images, there are some good examples there*, and you feel excited just looking at it. Of course, there's no guarantee that it'll be the best quality, but it's got great reviews and you certainly paid a hefty sum for it.

After that's done with you head to your bathroom to see what makeup you've got, and you find that you don't really have any theatrical/special effects makeup. You're going to need skin colored wax makeup, powders, and contour stuff.

You're no makeup artist, obviously, but luckily for you, your goal is to make them look less realistic, so it should be easy enough.

It's surprisingly easy to figure out what you need to make them as convincing as possible, and pretty soon you've got a nice little list going on that outlines each thing you need.

Since you don't want to delay anymore, you head out of your bathroom and grab your bag while putting on your shoes, "Legolas, I'm leaving now if you wanna come with." You suggest since he stated his desire to join you in the one of the last chapters (:o).

When you call his name he looks over at you quickly, smiling a bit at your offer, "Yes, but you said I need a hat."

"Oh yeah! I have one, just gimme a sec." You tell him, walking over to a drawer.

When you open said drawer, you find a grey beanie with ease and toss it over to him, "Here ya go. Make sure it covers your ears... and uh, tuck your hair up into it too if you don't mind."

He does as you say with ease and, surprisingly, he looks just as good with shorter hair as he does longer hair.

It sticks kinda awkwardly at first, so you waltz on over and gesture for him to crouch down so you don't have to reach up.

Once again he does as you request and leans down so you may fix it.

You adjust it a bit to make sure it won't fall first, and then you smooth it back a bit so it'll also look stylish. And once you're done you take a step back and smile at him brightly.

"All done! Let's go!"

---

He seemed rather fascinated in the way your car works first and foremost, but once you got him to look out his window instead of watching you, his excitement quickly turned into awe.

When you both get to the ULTA store he follows you without hesitation and asks some hushed questions about things he sees, like the light up signs, other passing cars, stoplights, and some other things.

You, of course, answer each question happily and lead him inside, holding the door open for him while he enters and looks around the brightly lit up makeup store.

Right away you head towards the general direction of the nose and scar wax (it's multi purpose, don't judge me), forgetting to make sure that Legolas follows you.

When it does occur to you, however, that the blond elf didn't come after you, you panic.

You turn in a circle and only stop when you see him standing with some ladies who practically have hearts in their eyes.

Unconsciously you breathe a sigh of relief and head over with the wax in your little basket, immediately reaching up to wrap your arm around his, "I got the first thing on my list, come on."

The girls stop their giggles and flirting as soon as you show up and look genuinely surprised.

You give them a smile and nod in acknowledgement, not wanting to make them feel bad over something so silly before turning with your arm still around his own and walking him over to look at some contour stuff and other things.

They make some snide comments when you turn your back about you being a 'clingy girlfriend' and 'not pretty enough to be with a model like that', but you only ignore it and relish in the fact that you didn't make them feel bad over something as silly as a cute guy in a makeup store.

"Why are those women talking about you like that?" He asks in a whisper, leaning down so only you will hear his question.

You look up at him with a bit or surprise since you didn't expect him to pick up on that, before you smile, "They're attracted to you, and they think that I was being selfish with taking you away from their advances."

"Selfish? Advances?" He looks confused, but you only smile and turn back to the display case.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Leggy my boy."

"Leggy?" He asks slowly, looking at you in confusion.

"Leggy." You confirm with a nod with a distracted hum.

It isn't much later that you have everything you need, and so you go to the checkout and buy everything.

"Going to the convention?" The girl at the counter asks with a smile.

You smile back and nod your head, glancing up at Legolas before looking back at her, "That obvious?"

"No of course not, just the items in your basket always fly off the shelves around convention time." She replies with a giggle, ringing up all your items.

"Well, that's fair." You muse, putting your card into the reader to pay for it.

Once everything is in order she hands you your receipt and adds, "Maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe!" You chirp back happily, liking the nice conversation going on here.

"You and your boyfriend have a good day now!"

You elect to ignore that.

---

On the way home you pretend to not notice the black car following yours and make small talk with the elf, answering some more of his questions and speaking idly on different things.

"There are so many odd, interesting things here..." He comments after a while, glancing out the back window. "Are you aware that, that car has been following us for the past 10 minutes?"

You nod and hum as an answer, "Mmhm, it's just Brian. He's probably trying to figure out who you are."

The blond knits his eyebrows together and glances back to look at the car again, "Should I do something about it?"

"The only thing you can do is ignore it. He went from lowercase 's' stalker to uppercase 's' since you guys arrived, and it'll only get worse if you intervene." You mumble, trying not to look in the rearview mirror at him. "It's fine."

"You don't seem to think it's fine." He challenges in the same even tone, turning in his seat towards you.

Instead of answering his question you look at him while you stop at a light and grumble, "I told you to put your seatbelt on."

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't care."

"I will be fine."

"Not if we get into a crash, you won't."

The two of you stare each other down before he slowly reaches up and buckles his belt, never breaking eye-contact.

"Good boy." You coo in a way-too sweet voice.

"Anyways, I know we said as much before, but you needn't worry about that man while we're here." He continues despite your obvious subject change.

"I know." Your reply is softer and less defensive this time, for you really do appreciate it, "Thank you."

He looks surprised at your sudden gratitude, and his expression shows as much "For what?"

"For being you. For looking out for me. All of you."

This time he smiles and says no more.

---

When you both get back to your house you immediately put everything in your bathroom and get onto your laptop to view some techniques on theatrical and movie makeup, Pippin and Merry on either side of you while they view through the pictures and videos with you.

"That one looks interesting." Merry pipes up suddenly, pointing at a person to wolf makeup transformation.

"Yep, and way past anything I can do."

This pattern of going through pictures and viewing clips goes on for a little while until they two hobbits depart to have lunch, meanwhile you continue on so that tomorrow will be a success.

You're both excited and nervous at the same time, wanting to see how it'll all turn out but also dreading it incase something goes wrong.

You know the most important thing is to have a positive mindset about it, but it's kinda hard sometimes during your more anxious moments.

Also, there's the issue of Brian possibly following all of you...

Nah, that'll be a problem to think on for tomorrow.

"What time will we leave tomorrow?" Aragorn asks from his usual spot on the rocking chair, Penny still nestled in his lap as per usual.

"Around the morning. I bought the tickets already so we won't have to stand in line for too long... Hopefully."

"Thank you for working so hard so that we may see more of your world." He comments suddenly, stroking his hand down her fluffy back.

You tilt your head to the side and smile a bit, "You don't have to thank me."

"No, I do. You have seen to our every need and we no doubt pose to be a huge burden. Thank you, really."

His words make you flush slightly, and you look away shyly.

You've grown to care about all of them, so of course you would do anything to keep them comfortable at this point. More than anything you're just glad they see how much you're trying to make things easy on them. It feels nice being recognized for your efforts.

Plus, the added protection from Brian is pretty sweet.

"Anything for you guys."

#the fellowship x reader #the fellowship of the ring #the fellowship of the ring x reader #frodo baggins #pippin took #boromir #lotr gimli #legolas greenleaf #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #aragorn #lord of the rings fanfiction #dimension jumping pt. 5 #dimension jumping pt. 2 #frodo x reader

164 notes · View notes

of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

Text

April Writing Prompt List 💧

So, Earth Day is this month so I thought it would be cute to recycle prompts I haven’t used yet from January, February, and March. I also just don’t really have any prompts saved up to use lol. Anyway, as per usual, I’ll be crossing prompts out after I do them.

Since, there’s so many prompts this month and I don’t think I’ll be writing them all for fillers, if so choose you can send in two prompts at a time for the same imagine request. Not only does that help use up some of the prompts but it’ll help me by giving me more to work with lol.

Without further ado, here’s this month’s prompt list:

1. “All that ‘You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first’ mess is bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you, oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

2. “I don’t know how but I’m going to blame you for all my problems.”

3. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

4. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

5. “Call me that one more time, see what happens.”

6. “It’s pitch black in here and I can see you’re blushing.”

7. “I always take life with a grain of salt, …plus a slice of lemon, …and a shot of tequila.”

8. “Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I’ll call you back when I’ve convinced them that a cold doesn’t mean they’re dying.”

9. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

10. “Did any of these assholes mess with you?” “No, you’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say ‘hello’”

11. Person A seeing that Person B’s shoelace is undone and instead of telling them, they just do it themselves.

12. Person A getting really annoyed with their tangled headphones and Person B just taking them off them and doing it for them.

13. “Do you need a hand?” “Does it look like I need your help?” “Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?”

14. “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

15. “We have a problem.” “Let me guess. You caused it?”

16. “We have a problem.” “No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

17. “We have a problem.” “Gimme a sec, I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet.”

18. “We have a problem.” “And it’s another Tuesday, what’s your point?”

19. “We have a problem.” “If you mean the flaming pillar, that’s our solution to the last week’s problem.”

20. “We have a problem.” “Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get out.”

21. “We have a problem.” “You call it a problem. I call it a solution.”

22. “How dare you demand more of me when you know, without question, that I would give you the very shirt off my back if you asked for it. My very skin and blood and bones to keep you happy.”

23. “Did you really not see it? Or were you too afriad to look?”

24. Person A and Person B are having to share an air matress for the night. Person A is already sound asleep and comfy in bed. Person B, very tired from the day, flops down on the other side, thus launching Person A into the air.

25. Person A gets lost in a crowd so Person B yells at the top of their lungs something that they know will piss Person A off.

26. “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

27. Person A hasn’t slept in days and keeps forgetting to eat because of a task or project they’ve been working on. Person B is worried about them and keeps lecturing them about it and finally manages to get Person A to take a break.

28. “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

29. Person A and Person B are walking down the sidewalk together. Person A trips and Person B catches them, ending up in a dramtic dip. Someone yells, “When’s the wedding?”

30. “How’s your day going?” “Well, no one died.” “Those are your standards?”

31. Person A, noticeably disheveled as they enter the room, “Sorry I’m late. I was doing stuff.” Person B looking equally disheveled but grinning smugly, “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m stuff.”

32. “I have a solution.” “Thank goodness.” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.”

33. Person having a cute nickname for Person B. Person C, a friend, clearly doesn’t know that Person B only allows Person A to call them that, and one day learns the dire consequences.

34. “Where you from?” “Here and there.” “What do you do?” “This and that.” “You ever-” “Now and then.” “Boy you’re just full of information.”

35. “Where’s your shoe?” “That giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice.”

#writing prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt list #writing prompts list #writing prompt lists #writing prompts lists #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt list #dialogue prompt lists #dialogue prompts list #dialogue prompts lists #requests open #send requests

43 notes · View notes

fluffy0nions · 3 years

Text

Untitled 07.01.2020 - Minsung

Pairing; Lee Minho x Han Jisung

Group; Stray Kids

Genre; Fluff, Comedy

Word count; 1336

Notes; too lazy to spell and grammar check so sorry for any spelling mistakes oop-

“Why are we here again?” Jisung asked with an unamused expression, already feeling the social energy of the bowling alley they just walked into exhausting.

“Because I want you to meet my new boyfriend, Chan. Remember?” Felix looked over at his friend, annoyed to see him zoning out to something on his phone. “Are paying attention to anything I’m saying!?”

“I think your hair looks fine.” Jisung replied flatly before the latter snatched the phone out of his hand, making him whip his head around so fast to Felix his neck nearly snapped. “Hey, gimme that back you little bi-“

“Hi, Felix!” A bright voice interrupted, both boys looking to see who it was. Felix’s face lit up when he saw it was his boyfriend, Chan.

“Hey babe!” Felix gave him a peck and a hug, which made Jisung visibly gag. “Chan, this is my bestie, Jisung! The guy I’ve been telling you about!”

“Oh, yeah! The guy that got chased by a turkey at the wildlife park!” Chan smiled before Felix kicked him in the shin, signalling him to shut the hell up.

“Yep, that’s me...” Jisung trailed off awkwardly. He was about to properly introduce himself when someone cleared their throat quite loudly.

“Oh! I almost forgot! I bought a friend, too, so Jisung wouldn’t have to third wheel.” Chan stepped to the side to allow the other boy to come forward and join the conversation. He had warm brown hair, and a handsome face.

“I’m Minho,” he smiled holding his hand out to Felix, which he accepted kindly. He then reached out to Jisung, who shook his hand slowly with caution.

‘Wow, soft skin.’ Jisung thought, before letting go realising he was holding onto the latters’ hand a bit longer than he should’ve.

“Well, let’s go!” Chan exclaimed, grabbing Felix and dragging him to one of the alleys, Minho following with Jisung awkwardly trailing behind them.

“Just hoping this isn’t as crazy as the party Chan begged me to go to with him a few months ago,” Minho said to Jisung, slowing down to keep up with his pace to give the couple some space. “There was so much glitter, my boogers still look like disco balls.”

Jisung chuckled at his story, coming to a halt as everyone sat down and began putting their bowling shoes on. He couldn’t help but stare at Minho’s features as he concentrated on tying his shoe laces; his furrowed brows, small smile and his nimble fingers....

‘Wait, why am I staring at him like this? He’s literally just tying his shoelaces, calm your shits.’ Jisung thought as he shook his head and put his mind back to tying up his own shoes.

It wasn’t long until they were all ready to play, choosing bowling balls that they found comfortable enough to play with.

“Wow, yours looks heavy. Can I hold it?” Chan looked at Minho’s ball, not even waiting for his answer before he snatched the ball out of his hand and gasped. “This is really heavy!”

“Whoa! Jisung, be careful not to pick up Minho’s ball by mistake, yours and his are very similar colours.”

Jisung furrowed his brows slightly at Felix’s words, his eyes looming between his dark blue ball and Minho’s dark torquoise one.

Chan gave Minho his ball back with a chuckle as he turned to the other two. “Let’s goooo!!!!”

⏳⌛️⏳

It had been about 20 minutes since they started playing and everyone was having fun; Chan had 7 strikes, Felix’s ball kept swerving to dips up the side, Minho kept getting spares, and Jisung only got one or two pins down each turn he had.

“Wait, wait a sec,” Minho stood up and walked towards the puffy cheeked boy, who was about to bowl again. “Maybe if you stood a bit more like this...”

Jisung stiffened as the brunette put his hands around his waist, turning his body slightly to the front. He could feel the heat in his face rise drastically as he avoided eye-contact at all costs.

“... and maybe try to spin the ball as you bowl it, so it goes faster and more down the middle.”

Jisung nodded slowly as Minho went back to sitting down with the others, waiting for the chubby-cheeked boy to have his turn.

He stiffly tried to swing his arm back, his body probably still in shock from the sudden physical contact. When he got his arm back and let go of the ball, his eyes glued to their alleys to see how many pins he’d knock down using Minho’s strategy. Instead, he was greeted with an agonising pain in his foot, causing him to look down to see he dropped the ball on his foot.

Jisung crumbled to the floor as Felix rushed towards him, the other two trailing behind him with worried expressions.

“Oh, my God! Are you okay?!” The freckled boy asked, looking at Jisung’s foot.

“I’m fine!” Jisung lied, springing up to stand and smiling, pretending like the pain in didn’t shoot up his leg and make his lower back tingle. “Let’s keeps bowling!”

“Jisung, you’re crying.”

“Pfft, no!” He shook his head at Felix’s comment. “I don’t cry! Why would I? I’m fine!”

“Yeah, I think you should sit out the rest of the game....” Felix put his friends’ arm around his shoulder, Jisung leaning on him even though he was ‘fine’.

“Nooooo!!!” Jisung whined, furrowing his brows when he plopped down on the seat with a pout.

“I’ll go get you an ice pack!” Minho yelled behind him as he ran to the front counter, the other three giving a questioning look in his direction.

⏳⌛️⏳

“Put your foot on my lap, I’ll ice it for you.”

Jisung looked at Minho with a confused face. “Why? You’re missing your turn, you know.”

Minho shrugged as the two could hear Felix and Chan enjoy their game. “I don’t care. Besides, the other two should enjoy their date as a couple.”

Jisung nodded in understanding. He hesitantly put his foot up to Minho’s lap, setting it down and watching as the brunette carefully removed his shoe, holding the ice to where the ball seemed to land.

“Shit, that hurts.” Jisung grimaced with a scowl as he leaned back on the seat.

“Thought you weren’t in pain?” Minho asked with a small smile.

“Pff, I’m not.” Jisung shrugged.

“Beauty is pain, I guess.”

“You did not just say that!” Jisung laughed and covered his face with his hands.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” Minho shrugged as his next words rolled straight off his tongue.

They spent the next 20 minutes exchanging cheesy pickup lines and whatnot, just having fun and laughing.

“Guys, it’s fine to go!” Felix yelled as he put on his jacket and starting making his way to the front desk with Chan.

“Is your foot still sore?” Minho asked as he stood up and offered Jisung his hand.

Jisung accepted his hand gratefully and stood up, testing to see if his foot was good enough to walk on or not.

“Yep! Seems good enough.” Jisung smiled at the other as they started trailing the other two. “Your magic hands really helped, thanks!”

“My hands can do much more than that, trust me.” Minho retorted with sly wink, resulting in the other blushing madly. “Soooo, should we exchange numbers?”

“Yeah, I think that-“

“Minho! Hurry up! I gotta get home, my dog sitter just called and said that there was a vomiting incident so COME ON!!” Chan called from the front seat of his car.

“Coming!” Minho turned to Jisung and ruffled his hair with a smile. “Bye! I’ll get your number off Chan!”

He then ran off to the car, Jisung smiling at his quirkiness before heading the opposite direction to Felix’s car. One thing was for sure, he was going to get his phone from his friend soon, as he was waiting for a text from a certain someone.

Omg how was my first oneshot??? IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE OMFG

Requests always open :p

Have a good day/night!! Xxx

93 notes · View notes

causticsunshine · 2 years

Note

Idk who else to tell this but i had the weirdest larry dream 😅 basically louis had a beard (not e, in the dream i knew her bc she was famous but i think my brain just made her up lol) and she was on bbc radio 1 playing call or delete. She stopped on louis and had to call him bc "can't delete your boyfriend *insert name, something generic like mary or susan*" but when she called, harry picked up. She tried to safe face by going "haha my phone must have switched your number with l's haha so weird" but h just went "uhh no this is his phone he's just in the bathroom" and the beard got visibly nervous and went "oh right you guys wanted to hang out today i forgot 😬" and h just went "whot" and at that point she went "so nice of you to keep my B O Y F R I E N D company while i'm at my m e e t i n g at RADIO 1 😬😬😬" and h got super quiet before going "....... Right. Yeah he misses you" bc that's when he probably understood what was happening and they hung up shortly after and the beard looked like she was seconds away from crapping her pants bc she almost accidentally outed them on live radio😅😅. Like, what the hell brain i'm thinking to much about these men 😅

oh my god jdkngf okay anon i know it's just a dream but if something like that were to happen irl there'd be like, infinite fallout, like total media hell fire, any and every project either of them would be working on could be put on indefinite pause, just.....a proper shitshow like no other. and even if every party involved had to pretend absolutely nothing happened, i have a feeling it would still be a very wild time.

but if it makes you feel any better about thinking about these two too much: i had a recurring dream for months and this one i would very much appreciate coming true please and thank you that harry invited me to his house—like 'main' house i guess?—in england to do some custom murals there. i had to sign some NDAs over things like not posting any wip photos of the murals without harry looking at them first and not telling people who i was working for or what i was working on because it wasn't an HS Brand-related thing, it was a personal thing for harry himself, but otherwise it was a really sick experience and i remember parts of the murals looking really cool...and ofc i'm working one day and go to get a snack or something thinking i'm totally alone in this fucking mansion only to find louis standing in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone while he's eating takeaway...

weirdly enough too he wasn't at all shocked some random person just saw him in harry's house, nah, he was just like 'oh sorry gimme one sec, i'm almost done with this call' and then fully introduced himself to me, was super sweet and kind even though i mentally broke the second i saw him, and even said he'd been pretty much banished from the house until the murals were done because they were some kind of gift from harry???

other than that though a lot happened in them because i had this base dream multiple times and it was eerily hyper-realistic almost every time. plus every time after i'd have it, i'd wake up feeling like i hadn't slept at all and was super unsettled the whole rest of the day lmao

but basically anon you and i are just:

#the human brain.....is an interesting place #anon #answered

3 notes · View notes

houseisekai · 3 years

Text

House Isekai Short: Time with Doomguy (Part 1, Phantom Thieves)

With Doomguy's fight against the forces of hell finally over, he disappears from his world, until they need him once more.

...Until then, he has plenty of time to kill instead of demons. He decides to pay a visit to the members of House Isekai, the first stop being Tokyo with the Phantom Thieves...

======

Time: 1 year after the events of House Isekai: Shadowbringers, DOOM Eternal/Persona 5 Royal...

[Beneath the Mask (Instrumental) - Persona 5 OST]

- Doomguy sat calmly on the train, looking at the map on his visor.

- He had never been to Japan before. Well, when it wasn't on fire.

- Now that he thought about it, he had never visited Earth during a time of peace.

(VEGA) "The members appeared to be scattered, with Akira and Morgana being the farthest. Sumire and Akechi are unable to be found. However, some appear to be in Yongen Jaya, the members being Futaba, Ann, and Ryuji."

- Doomguy nodded and shut off his map. When he got a look at everyone else, they appeared to not be paying too much attention.

- Maybe they thought he was cosplaying.

- Doomguy made no comment as he just patiently waited for the train to arrive at the station...

...

- Ann, Ryuji, and Futaba exited the supermarket carrying all sorts of goods with them.

(Futaba) "Oof, this is heavy!"

(Ryuji) "Here, lemme help with that!"

Ryuji took some of the bags as Ann set some of the bags on the floor.

(Ann) "Think we should've grabbed a few baskets?"

(Ryuji) "Nah, we can do it all in one trip. Saves us time!"

(Futaba) "Yeah, we can speedrun it no problem! Just gimme a sec and we can pick up the pace."

- Futaba stretched her arms as a couple passed by them.

(Man) "Did you see that weird man in green armor?"

(Woman) "Of course I did, kinda hard to not notice someone that huge!"

(Man) "I-I think he had a gun! We should get moving home."

(Woman) "I-I think it was just a costume, at least I hope."

(Ann) ?

(Ryuji) "Wassup?"

(Ann) "Doesn't that sound...familiar?"

(Futaba) "What does?"

(Ann) "They were talking about a huge guy in green armor carrying a gun."

(Ryuji) "Eh? In the city or...?"

(Futaba) "It's probably just a cosplayer or something."

(Ann) "Hm. I think we should probably keep our eye ou-OH MY GOD!"

(Ryuji) "What are ya-HOLY SHIT!"

(Futaba) "EEP!"

[My Homie - Persona 5 OST]

- The three of them jumped when they saw Doomguy towering over them.

(Ann) "S-Slayer-sensei?!"

(Ryuji) "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, MAN?!"

(Futaba) "How did we not hear that?! N-No wait!"

- Futaba was the first to notice his shotgun on his back.

(Futaba) "You gotta put those guns away, you're probably freaking everyone out!"

- Doomguy shrugged and grabbed his shotgun by the stock.

(VEGA) "Opening portal now."

(Everyone) !!!

(Ann) "W-WAIT A-"

- A portal opened behind Doomguy, catching everyone's attention as he tossed his weapon in there, making the portal casually close.

(Man) "WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

(Woman) "Did you see that?!"

(Ryuji) "OOOOH MAN, YOU JUST MADE THINGS WORSE!"

- Doomguy looked around him and noticed the panic, but he simply just shrugged.

- Trying her best to ignore the screaming, Ann got behind Doomguy and started to shove him towards Leblanc.

- Well, try to anyway. She just angrily leaned against him, trying with all her might to even make him budge.

(Ann) "C-COME ON NOW, INTO LEBLANC!"

(Futaba) "MAKE LIKE A BANANA AND SPLIT, SLAYER!"

- Doomguy shrugged again and headed towards the cafe with Sojiro.

DINGALING!

(Sojiro) "Oh, welco-" ?!

(Futaba) "H-Hey, Sojiro."

(Ann) "Hiiiii....boss?"

(Ryuji) "...Yeah, I ain't got nothing."

- Doomguy offered a simple wave, but Sojiro couldn't find a response.

- Doomguy made his way over to the stools and sat down, pointing to an item on the menu.

(Sojiro) "...Uh-"

(VEGA) "He wishes for the house special."

- Sojiro's head slowly turned to Futaba.

(Futaba) "Heheh uh...long story."

(Ryuji) "You see he's from another-"

(Ann) "COUNTRY! Yeah, he's American, HUUUGE cosplayer nerd!"

(Futaba) "Y-Yup! Scarily good looking too! That voice you heard is like a text to speech device!"

(Sojiro) "And...he's your friend?"

(Ryuji) "Uh, oh totally! He's helped us with our English courses!"

- Sojiro slowly turned to Doomguy.

(Sojiro) "...I see. I'll go ahead and get his order..."

- He slowly reached under the counter, keeping a close eye on him.

(Sojiro) "Anyways, you kids get the ingredients for the party?"

(Ann) "...OH CRAP WE TOTALLY FORGOT!"

(Futaba) "W-We'll be right back! Slayer, be nice!"

(Sojiro) "Wait, his name is 'Slayer'? The hell kinda name is-"

- The three quickly left the cafe before he could get his answer, leaving Sojiro and Doomguy alone.

(Sojiro) "..."

(Doomguy) "..."

(Sojiro) "...Hmph."

...

DINGALING!

(Makoto) "Hello!"

(Yusuke) "We have arrived with our supplies."

(Haru) "I hope we didn't keep you-" !!!

- Ryuji, Ann, and Futaba sat awkwardly at the booths as Doomguy was calmly drinking from his coffee cup and eating the curry.

(Haru) "...U-Um..."

(Ryuji) "Before ya ask, no, we have no idea why he's here."

(Sojiro) "You kids know this guy too?!"

(Yusuke) "He was our combat instructor in Fodlan..."

(Sojiro) "...What?!"

(Futaba) "INARI!"

- As chaos erupted among the group, Doomguy continued appreciating Sojiro's cooking.

- 'This is REALLY good', Doomguy thought to himself.

(VEGA) "We are simply here on vacation. He decided to visit Tokyo first."

(Ann) "You'd think he would at least put away his weapons before arriving to our place first, jeez..."

(Makoto) "He what?!"

(Ryuji) "Opened an 'effin portal too in front of the public..."

(Haru) "Oh...Oh dear."

(Yusuke) "I only pray the authorities will not question him, I remember too well how the Knights reacted to him-"

(Sojiro) "Would someone tell me who he is?! What are you all even on about?!"

(Makoto) "W-Well Boss, we call him the 'Doom Slayer'."

(Sojiro) "...In a way that makes sense?!"

(Futaba) "I mean we DO have a few hours before Akira comes back..."

(VEGA) "Shall I get the recordings?"

(Ann) "I think that would just confuse him more..."

- Doomguy nodded in agreement.

(Ryuji) "Screw it, kinda hard to hide the truth when we got a gorilla in plate armor in front of him."

- Doomguy raised an eyebrow.

(Ryuji) "SH-SHIT! NOT AN INSULT, I MEAN, I DIDN'T MEAN-"

(Haru) "I can only pray Akira arrives faster now..."

[To be Continued]

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #doomguy #House Isekai Shorts #VEGA #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #futaba sakura #sojiro sakura #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #haru okumura #phantom thieves

18 notes · View notes

moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

Note

hopefully the last of my thots:

(also idk how much you know about gaming so im sorry if i over or under explain things)

when they play together the vids are pretty much just al being on his own making progress while race is screaming and triggering hostiles in the background

al is really patient and understanding but at the same time racER IF YOU DO NOT TURN YOUR GODDAMN FLASHLIGHT OFF

when they played phasmophobia race got locked inside the building at the last second and all you can hear is race screaming and al cackling

at the beginning of A Way Out, race was convinced it was a horror game because al has a habit of lying about the genre of the game to get race to play it

The Blackout Club was the worst for racer because the game listens to your voice and cryptic messages will appear on screen in relation to what you said so if you say “Where are we?” a message will appear and say something like “Where you do not belong.” One person said they started laughing out of fear and they got a message saying “(a nickname the game gives you) laughs and does not know why, embrace the madness.” al “forgot” to tell race about it.

race refused to play another game with him after TBC so they played minecraft together (they have a bee farm and 4 dogs)

then al got him to play GTFO and race got so scared he accidentally threw his mouse

if you ever think of anything else feel free to let me know i adore all of this 🙏

also i know NOTHING about video games, but google is my best friend and i filled in the gaps for myself. for someone who watches people play video games a lot i’m absolutely terrible and am honestly really close to race in the video game department

- depends on al’s mood, honestly. if it’s a youtube video he’ll go off on his own a bit more just to switch it up while race just,,,,, tries not to die and wastes ammo. if they’re playing on twitch he’ll stick with race and try to help him cause he’s a simp he “gets tired of race’s screaming and wants to see if he can win being held back by his idiot boyfriend”

- pretty much, yeah. albert’s much more patient than most of their friends would be, and he doesn’t get tired of explaining things, but he DOES get fed up of dying over and over because race woNT FUCKING LISTEN

- albert laughs SO HARD at race during phasmophobia. race jumps at absolutely everything and has no clue what he’s doing, meanwhile albert forces him into the worst situations for his own entertainment.

- he definitely does have that habit. race ends up REALLY enjoying AWO, and has played it more than once, even if he cries every time they get to the end (that’s not even an exaggeration, albert’s tearstained shirt is proof. albert got teary the first time or two but usually he just consoles race)

- albert felt pretty guilty about TBC once he saw just how freaked out race was. “#revengeforTBC” was trending on twitter after albert posted his second tiktok ever of him just dancing to the “i’m stan and i was wrong” audio from gravity falls

- after TBC they pretty much only play among us and minecraft. albert DID manage to get race to hang out with him while he played through God of War and Spider-Man on twitch, cause race is a marvel stan and albert bet his favorite concert t-shirt (the troye sivan one) that GoW wouldn’t scare the crap out of him

- albert likes to s w e a r he “still has a bruise from when the mouse hit him” from when they played GTFO

- ✨bonus:✨ race has a series of videos where he tries to play video games while albert cackles at him in the background, and so far the funniest one is Grand Theft Auto 5. race has no clue what the hell he’s doing but he genuinely couldn’t stop laughing the whole time he played GTA 5 (inspo here, specifically this video)

ok i think that’s all my thoughts for now ✨

thank you anon for giving me a rant-y outlet ily ❤️

that’s a total lie i’ll find something to babble about just gimme a sec