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bambi-slxt · 19 days

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chris x clingy!reader

✨a long concept✨

chips to @sturnsdoll for the idea, thank you love

chris had never been in a relationship with someone who was touchier than he was.

"i just did my hair!"

"but it was so soft."

"that doesn't mean you can shove your hands in it," he huffed.

and honestly at first it was a lot for him. but when you weren't around...

"hey baby...."

"yeah?"

"i miss you. will you come do my hair?"

"are you gonna complain?"

he sighed with relief. "no ma'am."

watching movies in the living room was always a sight.

"how the fuck are you comfortable like that?"

chris, laying flat-backed on the couch, opened his mouth and you, laying on his chest, popped out from his blanket and dropping a pretzel onto his tongue.

"fuck off, nick," he crunched, wrapping his leg around your back and shifting to the side.

"i can't see!"

"too bad. you're mine now. all you get is my chest."

"mmm...your cologne smells good."

he tucked his chin down towards your cocoon made partly of blanket and partly of him, and murmured, "does it?"

"yes."

he kissed the top of your head. "good, cause i'm gonna smother you in it!" he tightened his grip on your body and pressed you into his torso with a playful growl.

you liked being around chris, and chris liked being around you, but the issue arose when you both had to go out of the house.

"libraries are boring."

"they are not. take it back."

"tHeY aRe NoT, tAkE iT bAcK," he parroted, touching the spines of books as he passed them. "hold up, is that a fucking comic book?"

with a new issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in hand, chris followed at your heels down the aisles.

his arms wrapped around your front with your hands placed gently over his, tracing his knuckles absentmindedly as you scanned the shelves.

the first time you and chris had sex, he wanted to take it very slow.

"sit on my lap, ma," he whispered, guiding the straps of your bra down your shoulders.

you giggled at the strangeness and seriousness of it all. turning back, you were pleased to find his eyes sparkling. "what's so funny, miss lady?"

you pressed your cheek to his. "nothing. i'm just happy."

"you feel safe?" he asked as he nosed at your jaw.

"very," you replied, curling your fingers in his hair.

"face the mirror. i want you to see what i see."

chris took you by the hips and turned you gently around. your back now to him, he lowered you over his rock-hard cock. "watch your pelvis in that mirror, mamas," he growled.

slowly, slowly, slowly, he let you slip down onto him. sure enough, as your jaw went slack and an unashamed moan flowed from your throat, you placed a hand over the soft skin above your pussy.

chris bottomed out and tucked his head over your shoulder, holding you tightly. "you feel me in there?"

"yes," you sighed, gripping onto his wrists for a semblance of control while your other hand traced the slight bulge of his cock underneath your skin, stuffing you full.

"good girl," he murmured, lipping your ear with the gentlest of nips. "you tell me if you wanna stop okay?"

he lifted his hips (and subsequently you) and a jolt of pleasure bolting through your stomach. "i don't think i will," you gasped as your hand shot down to your clit.

chris just chuckled and held you tighter.

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squoxle · 5 months

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🎄Christmas Fun w/ Enhypen

☃︎ pairing: Enhypen!bf x Reader!gf | ☃︎ wc: 930 ~ 100+ wc per member | ☃︎ summary: Christmas/Winter themed activities each member would do with you (in my opinion) | ☃︎ cw: it’s pure fluff so have fun 🎁😘🎄

🎄희승~Heeseung wc: 132

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Heeseung is such a loser boyfriend--but in a cute way like he just wants to chill with you yk

Anyways, I could definitely see him wanting to watch a billion Christmas movies with you while you snuggled up together.

"Hey, babe. Do you want any snacks?" he asked as you layed on his chest. "No, I'm alright," you said looking up at him. "You sure?" he asked again...you could tell he wanted something, but didn't want to get up only for himself. "You know what? I'd like some cookies...or maybe some ice cream," you suggested. "How about both," he smiled before running off to create your tasty toothache.

Being that this is Heeseung...it could get freaky, but I think cuddling would be great for now.

🎄제이~Jay wc: 132

We all know how much of a husband Jay is. So we shouldn't be surprised when he calls you in the kitchen to bake cookies with him.

I could see him coming over to wrap an apron around your waist before you go over to look at the recipe he printed out.

"Soooo, what do we do first?" you ask. "Hmm, let's get out the ingredients and then we can start," he said as you scanned the list with your eyes. After gathering the ingredients and mixing the dough Jay grabs a spoon for you to scoop the cookies onto the tray.

Ok...I can see things getting really cute after this, like maybe one of you mention something about baking cookies with your future kids and the other one blushes. EEK!

🎄제이크~Jake wc: 149

As our cute little Aussie boy, I feel like Jake would have fun making a gingerbread house with you.

I can see him getting frustrated as he struggles to keep the walls together.

“Ahh,” Jake sighed as the walls fell down. “Jake…you can’t do them all at once,” you said picking up the frosting covered gingerbread pieces. “Ugh, and you used too much icing,” you giggled. “They’ll never stay together with all this stuff,” you added as you watched Jake hopelessly scrape the frosting off. “Argh! This is impossible!” Jake laughed as he tried again. “Here, let me do it,” you smiled as you held the pieces in place. *Crunch* you looked over to see Jake eating the little candy decorations. “Save some for the house,” you giggled as he licked the icing from his fingers.

Who wouldn’t have fun making a gingerbread house with this cutie patootie~

🎄성훈~Sunghoon wc: 111

You should immediately expect the Ice Prince to take you out on an ice skating date...duhhhh

I can literally see him laughing with you and holding your hands while you struggled to stop yourself from falling flat on your ass.

"Relax, princess. Just keep your eyes on me," he'd smile as you trembled. "I'm scared," you whined. "What if I fall?" "If you fall I'll catch you," he reassured you as the two of you continued inching around the rink. Eventually, you'd do well enough to skate slowly, but you enjoyed watching your boyfriend dance on the ice.

Afterwards he'd probably take you out for coffee...because...why not? Sunghoon LOVES coffee.

🎄선우~Sunoo wc: 160

I feel like Sunoo is the type of guy to love doing arts and crafts. So making cute Christmas cards for everyone is right up his alley.

I could see you two playing around with stickers and glitter as you created you holiday masterpieces.

“What do you think?” You said lifting up your googly eyed reindeer card. “It’s for Heeseung,” you continued. “Awww. Cute,” he smiled. “I know our Bambi boy will love it. Wanna see mine?” He asked. “Yesss!” You smiled. Sunoo lifted up a card covered with glitter and heart stickers. “Who’s that for?” You asked with a puzzled look on your face. “Do you like it?” He asked immediately. “Yeah, but who’s it for?” You asked again. “It’s for you. I just wanted to make sure you liked it first,” he giggled before placing it down to scribble some designs on it.

OMGGGGG!!! The more I think about it the more I can see this happening!

🎄정원~Jungwon wc: 134

Maybe it's because he's the leader, but I could see Jungwon and you decorating the Christmas tree together. It would be sooooo cute omg.

You'd be helping him hang ornaments and string garland all around the tree. He'd most likely even let you put the angel on top (or the star...whatever you prefer)

"Wow, we did a really good job," he said stretching as he scanned the tree from top to bottom. "Yeah, we did," you smiled. "Ah, wait...we almost forgot the angel," Jungwon said handing you the cute tree topper. He supported you from behind as you reached up to carefully put the angel on top. "Phew, now it's perfect," you sighed. "Just like you," Jungwon said before hugging you from behind.

Is this cute or what??!!! Help this just radiates Wonergy.

🎄니키~Niki wc: 115

Being the fun, lovable maknae that he is, I could so totally see Niki wanting to build a snowman with you.

Just don't say anything cringey because he WILL call you out for it.

"Aww he's so cute," you said looking at the snowman you and Niki built together. "Oh yeah, well how about you date him instead," he teased to which you just rolled your eyes. "Well hopefully he takes me out on better dates," you teased back. "Hmm looks like he already bought you dinner," Niki smiled mischievously. "Wh--" you were cut off by a snowball launched right at your face.

Yeah...I can definitely see you two getting into a snowball fight.

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bigbigtruck · 1 year

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SHOT AND CHASER page 110 (and part of 111) is up!

Apologies: updates are slowing to a page a week for a while; I got 3 freelance gigs in crunch and am wrestling with a meds shortage. Things should even out by mid-June and let me get back to making comics.

SHOT AND CHASER is essentially an unpaid passion project; if you'd like to help me allot more time for it, please consider supporting me on Patreon (patreon.com/bigbigtruck), or just wish me luck while I seek agent representation and try to get it picked up. Thanks!

#shot and chaser #webcomic update #let's see if this posts to the right account finally #tre and olly #i like tre's face in this page

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too-many-tildes · 3 months

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Too Many Tildes' Amazing Isekai Adventure, Chapter 1

(I'm going to regret this.)

My name is Too Many Tildes. I have dark, navy blue plating with white eyes and light blue tildes underneath them (hence my name~) My gamer headset is shaped like cat ears and I wear a fluffy pink feather boa with a very fashionable cyan tank top and night-sky themed pants. My nail extensions are painted red just like my :3 face and my feet are shaped like high heels. This is the start of my story.

It was a cycle like any other. I was admiring my collection of Catboy Pebbles images (A.N. if u dont know who that is get da rubicon outta here!!!!) Suddenly my homosexual overseer alerted me to something funny happening outside. I looked through the feed and saw... A METEOR!!!?????? And it was SHAPED LIKE A TRAIN?!?!??!!? And it was headed STRAIT FOR MY CAN!!!!!1!1!1!111!!1!11! I gasped right before the train struck me, exploding me into one billion pieces!!!11!! The world was going dark around me as my chamber shattered and I fell down. The last thing I remember seeing was flames surrounding my structure and the bright, beautiful sky.

~ ~ ~

"Hey! Listen!"

I groaned and opened my eyes. Omg!!!! I'm alive?!!?!?? I glanced next to me and saw... my overseer????

"Get up, catboi," it said, turning all different colors of the rainbow. I decided to just lay there instead until its feelers tickled my face.

"Hey~ Stop that~" I said, shooing the overseer away with my hand, but it just teleported to the other side of me.

"You can't sleep on the dirt in the middle of the forest," it said firmly. Forest? I sat up and looked around. Sure enough, I was surrounded by trees!!! But I also noticed... MY CLOTHES WERE GONE!!!!!1!!!!1111! I wasnt naked tho, just wearing horrible peasant clothes. BUT I DIDN'T HAVE P[ATNS!! All I had on wad a plain white cloak.

"Where da rubicon am I, oveseer~?" I asked. The overseer rolled its eye at me.

"Rude. I'm Ounce the Overseer. We're in the Iakesi forest," it explained. Iakesi forest? Id literally never heard of such a place. Though the name kinda sounded familiar...

My thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the bishes. I stood up quicjkly, which was weird considering Id never stood on my legs before. It came so naturally to me for some reason. Three orange lizards emerged from the bushes, grinning at me. I hadnt realized until now how big they actually were.

"Oh shit, yellow lizards!" Ounce shouted and darted onto my shoulder. I thought they were ornage but whetever. They were wiggling their antennae s they approached me, and openned their mouths. Lizards weren't supposed to be this active, were they?

"Tildes you have to run the other way NOW!!!!!" Ounce yelled in my ear. I didn't know what tghe lizards would do to me but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I turned tail and ran in the other direction. The leaves crunched underfoot and the trees blurred past me as I ran.

"This is just like that hit game PSMD!" Ounce said as I sprinted. I didn't know what the heck it was talkin about.

Suddenly I tripped and went tumbling down a slope I didn't even see. The foliage scraped against me as I flailed around. Then I collided with something metal with a loud BONK followed by an "oof!"

I locked up from my faceplant and saw purple?!??

"Ouch..." said the purple. I scrambled away and saw the purple was ANOTHER ITERATOR!!1!!!!111! I must have crashed into him and knocked him to the ground.

"Omigosh~! I'm sorry~!!! R u ok~???" I said quickly. The other iterator sat up and looked at me. He had funny asymetrical antennae and soft pastel eyes so beautiful I could get lost in them~

"I'm alright, I think..." He brushed some leaves off his rumpled dress. It was a really cute dress, tan with red rose patterning all over it and frills at the end of the sleeves. He was wearing an apron over it, with a cute little bow tied at the back.

"Stop staring," Ounce hissed in my ear. But where else would I look?

"What about you?" He asked. "You crashed right into me. Are you alright?" His voice sounded so soft and concerned.

"Um~! Ya~!! Just fell off a cliff running away from lizards haha~" I stuttered. The iterator gasped.

"Oh! Are you sure you aren't injured or anything?" He stood up and helped me stand as well. I blushed when he took my hand.

"I'm fine~ Just as fine as you~" I said smoothly, winking. One of Ounce's feelers slapped its eyeball. He seemed to freeze for a moment, eyes wide as he stared at me. No doubt flustered by my charming pick-up line.

"O-kay..." he said slowly, letting go of my hand quickly. He bent down and I noticed a woven basket tipped over on the ground. He must have dropped it when I crashed into him. Scattered all around it are... SHROOMS????? Omgosh, had I just bumped into a DRUG DEALER?!?1/!?!?

"Why do u have shrooms~!?" I blurted out. He flinched at my words, but looked up at me with confusion.

"W-what? Oh, I was gathering wild mushrooms. They grow around this time of year," he said, gingerly picking one up and placing it in the basket.

"They aren't drugs, Tildes, they're just mushrooms," Ounce whisper-yelled in my ear. I batted it away from my shoulder because it was being seriously annoying rn.

"Oh no~! I'm sorry I caused u to spill them~ Do u need help~?" I crouched down to help pick up the mushrooms but he quickly shook his head.

"No no, it's fine! It's okay!" He said. "It was an accident. I can get these by myself." Okay, well now I'm left feeling kinda awkward. I tried to think of something to break the tension as he placed the last of the mushrooms back in his basket.

"Hey~ I never got ur name~ I'm Too Many Tildes~" I said. He looked at me a little funny, but I couldn't figure out what he was feeling.

"I'm Nothing Well-Made," he said. "It's... nice to meet you... Too Many Tildes."

"U can just call me Tildes~" I responded.

"And I'm Ounce." the rainbow overseer appeared between us. Nothing startled backwards.

"Gah! A talking overseer?" he exclaimed.

"Uh~ ya~ dont ur overseers ever talk to u~?"

"No!"

"Please calm down," Ounce said gently. Nothing took a moment to compose himself, but he still looked totally freaked out by my talking overseer. "Nothing Well-Made, would you be willing to let Tildes spend the night at your shelter? She's lost, and has nowhere to go."

"Um..." Nothing glanced at me nervously. I was also reminded that UH HOW DID I GET HERE??!?!??? I THOUGHT I DIED TO A METEOR!!!!!!!!1!

"S-sure," he said, distracting me from my thoughts. Nothing beckoned for me to follow. "My cottage is this way."

The forest around us grew darker as we walked, probably from a combination of the oncoming rain clouds and night falling. Ounce stayed perched on my shoulder as Nothing led me through uneven terrain. He glanced behind every so often to make sure I was following. I liked that.

We finally came to a small copse in the woods. In it stood an run-down cottage shelter. It looked dirty, and it was covered in ivy and moss. A small, fenced-in garden was planted next to it, but I couldn't see anything planted in it at the moment. The cottage must have been very old to be in such a haphazard shape. Or maybe, it simply wasn't well-made. (A.N. see what I did there~? :3)

"You live here?" Ounce asked, zipping down next to Nothing. "How does this thing withstand the rain?"

"We put a magic seal on it that prevents the rain from damaging it," Nothing explained. "My boyfriend did most of the work though. He knows more about magic than I do."

I felt my heart sink down into the void sea. Nothing was already taken? Of course he is~ I thought. A cute boykisser like him would have trouble staying single~

Completely oblivious to my heartbreak, Nothing opened the cottage door wide and gestured for me to step inside. I entered with a lot less enthusiasm than I started with when I first met him. The inside of the shelter was small, but cozy. Everything was bathed in warm colors, and potted plants seemed to decorate every surface. A small love seat was positioned in front of an inactive fireplace, and the kitchen was so small that it would struggle to fit two people inside. I didn't see a bedroom anywhere, so I could only assume it was upstairs, seeing as there was a small staircase leading to a second story.

"Woah~ Ur place is so cute~" I said as Nothing followed inside and closed the door.

"Thank you," he responded nervously. "F-feel free to make yourself at home on the sofa. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"You got any water~?" I asked. I was getting pretty thirsty by that point.

"Of course! Ice or no ice?"

"No ice pls~"

Nothing walked into the kitchen to prepare the water as I went to have a seat on the sofa. It was a nice, soft sofa. I wondered how often Nothing and his boyfriend got to cuddle in front of a roaring fire. Must be nice~ I thought.

As I sat, I could hear Nothing and Ounce talking quietly in the kitchen. I couldn't make out anything they were saying though. I wondered if Ounce knew how strange it was for me to suddenly appear here, off my string. Nothing was also off the string, assuming he had one. Odd.

Nothing walked into the living room with two glasses of water and handed one to me. "It's filtered water," he said. He unplugged something from behind his head - some kind of long tube - and put the end of it in his glass. I suddenly realize I had no clue how to drink water.

"It's a water intake tube. You have one too," Ounce whispered to me. I put my hand behind my head and felt around until I brushed over something thicker than a wire. I pulled at it, and the end of the tube came loose. I put it in my glass of water and automatically started drinking, cooling me off.

"So~ Where's ur boyfriend, Nothing~?" I ask innocently. Nothing stiffens, and Ounce glares at me.

"Um," he stutters. "Well, he's not been home for a while. He's-"

Nothing is cut off by a knock on the door!!! OMG IS IT HIS BOYFRIEND!?!?!??!??! Find out next chapter!!1!!111!!1!1!

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Nothing Well-Made belongs to @meatcatt

#long post #fanfiction #satire #parody #oc:tmt #this is so stupid

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 119. brb x oc

a/n: rooster is the best husband. reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3 thank you,THANK YOU for liking my fic

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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He watched her from the doorway, gray sweatpants on, a white tee stretched on his shoulders and a pleased little smile on his face as Beatrice busied herself by heating up their dinner. He allowed his eyes to drop towards the fullness of her ass and the way those pants hugged the curve beautifully.

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows, was her ass a bit bigger? Not that he’d complain if it was because he loved her butt, but he couldn’t help but look at it for a while longer. She did become curvier after having Nikki,which he also couldn’t complain about, she looked like those Roman goddesses of old with that banging body of hers.

But he just looked for a little while, then tilted his head the other way, smirking when he could see the line of her thong underneath the fabric, “Is that red?”

“Huh?”

He nods towards her behind,”Is it red?”

Beatrice furrowed her brows in confusion, then looked down at herself thinking there was some stain or maybe she got her period and wasn’t prepared for it, until she saw the sliver of red peeking from under her pants and laughed, “Oh, well, yeah,yeah it is.” she giggles, pulling her pants a little bit higher, “It’s very comfortable.’

“It looks comfortable.” he adds, stepping closer to her so he could hug her from behind, kissing underneath her ear and smiling when she leaned against him, “And it looks great to take it off too.”

“Roos…”

“Not my fault my wife is hot.” he replies,kissing her jawline with his arms holding her tighter against his chest, “What are you heating up?”

“Some of the leftovers from last night: chicken alfredo and some garlic cheese bread my mom brought over. It’s fresh and I’m just heating it up for the crunch.” she explains, letting his lips touch her skin and grin when she felt the mustache tickle her neck,”You are very touchy tonight.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are.” she turns her head towards him,”Not that I’m complaining,I love when you get touchy.”

“I know you do.” he nuzzles her neck, inhaling the lavender scent and smirking when she giggled over his touch, “I love getting touchy with you…and I don’t think I have a reason tonight,maybe I’m just happy with how everything is going.” he begins, watching her stir the fettuccine in the pot and hearing Nicole babble from her bouncer not too far from them,” I have a really good life,baby. And I’m happy…I’m happy with you,with Nikki,with the dogs.” his hands slid down to her stomach, “And for whatever kids come after our baby girl,I swear.”

Beatrice had to clench the spoon when he mentioned that, immediately panicking thinking he saw the tests.

But he didn’t say anything,he just nuzzled even closer to her, humming deep in his chest and inhaling her scent once more, “I’m so happy to hear that Roos.” his thumb rubbed circles on her stomach and she tried to relax a bit more, he didn’t know why she was nervous so there was no reason to give that worry any more thought.

He stood there, behind her, hugging her close and smiling with his eyes closed as she moved around the stove and she bit her lower lip, his hands were almost protecting her stomach. He didn’t know…but maybe he should.

She shouldn’t hide things from Rooster, that’s not how they relationship was.

But she was nervous and scared…so maybe, later, later they could talk about it.

“Baby.” his deep voice murmurs on her neck, face slowly lifting to press kisses to her cheek,”You look worried.”

“I don’t want to burn this.” she lies quickly, turning off the stove once she sees it bubbling and blinking down at the pot,”Yeah,I don’t want to burn this.”

Rooster hummed against her neck, his hands only moving now that she turned the stove off and there was no heat directed to her middle. Beatrice smiles as she feels them dragging away from her body, giggling at the love tap he gives each buttcheek before he steps back and kisses her nape,”I’m going to put Nikki up.” he says, bare feet touching the tiled floor as he approaches their daughter.

Beatrice looks over with her eyes soft, seeing how he gently picked their little girl up - always lifting her higher than his own height, just to make her giggle and make her feel like she’s flying- then bringing her down to kiss those chubby cheeks and earn the cutest,most lovely giggle a baby could give.

He was a good father.

A wonderful husband.

She was just scared….for some reason. Mainly the guilt, mainly the guilt of being pregnant so soon. Wanting or not, it was her responsibility, she told him it was okay, there was no need to worry about condoms or anything of the sort, she was taking care of herself.

She looks down at her navel, trying to once again see if there was any difference and of course there wasn’t, she still had her rolls and nothing else. Her pants were still comfortable and not tight at all. She sighed, rubbing her face with both hands before checking on the rest of her dinner.

She was so focused on herself she hadn’t seen Rooster watching, which he always did, he loved to watch her. His brown eyes following the way her green ones seemed to wander off to the side - a telltale sign of her own overthinking - and her eyebrows were low and the frown she wasn’t aware of was more prominent.

He wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind, he thought that it was a good day - after all she spent more of it out and about with Nicole and Shells. But he knew Beatrice way too well by now - four years together does that - and he knew when she was thinking too much, possibly blaming herself for something she had no control over.

“Baby,I can set everything up for dinner.” he says after Nicole is on her seat, babbling and slapping her little hands on the tray repeatedly,”You can stay with Nikki.”

“Oh,but I can-” he cuts her off by kissing her lips, her body relaxing and eyes fluttering because he had that power over her, when he pulls back with the softest smacking sound Beatrice only stared up at him with her pupils wide, “...okay…”

He smirks, stepping aside to let her pass - not before slapping her ass on the way - so he could take over for her. He still watched her before she sat down next to Nicole, their baby girl squealing happily once she noticed her mother was there now. “So.” he begins, opening the stove to check on their chicken and garlic bread, “How was your day? With Shells?”

He hears the ‘pop!’ of the baby food opening and Beatrice’s reply soon after, “Oh it was fine, we uh, had to buy some stuff for her. She always forgets to buy the simplest stuff.”

‘Yeah,I know,gorgeous…anything else happened?”

“Um…” he smiles when he hears Nicole’s ‘om nom nom’ - she genuinely makes that sound and he didn’t know how to react sometimes, their daughter was too precious - “No? I mean,we had ice cream and Nicole tried to get a bite but she can’t have milk until she’s older,I’m sorry Nikki.”

“Baah!”

“I know, it’s unfair.”

Rooster places the steaming chicken in the middle of their table with the garlic bread right next to it, licking his finger when some of the sauce clings on it, “Anything else?”

Beatrice flicks her gaze towards him - he could see the layer of nervousness already taking over, something did happen but she wasn’t ready to share with him yet- “No…not really. We just…had fun together, oh! Well,there was an accident with a Lamborghini when we left the grocery store and the guy was pissed and the cops were called. I think it even showed on TV, Shells saw the cameras,I didn’t.”

“Hmhm.”

“What?”

He purses his lips, leaning down to kiss her temple,”When you feel ready,” he begins,”To share with me what’s bothering you, you know you can.”

And she looked so guilty that he almost retracted his statement. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted, she was holding the spoon - now empty - close to Nicole’s mouth but her daughter’s little burbling and laughing only made her notice there was nothing there…at all, “...I…”

“Baby,” he says, warmly and so kind, “Baby, when you are ready. Don’t force it out yet, okay?”

“...okay,Roos.”

“Good,I love you pretty girl.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed her forehead before placing everything on the table, sitting down next to Beatrice and holding her hand once he was close enough.

She managed to grab her bag late that night - it took some squeezing and moving her hand under the couch,even some help from Jolene.- But she got it. She was in the dark,using only her phone as a source of light because Rooster was upstairs, in their bedroom and Beatrice used the excuse of needing a glass of water to get out of bed.

He was already half asleep and she thought…even if he said she could, she was still nervous. But she trusted him, but she also was nervous…but she loved him…

But she was nervous.

“This is so stupid.” she muttered, standing from her kneeling position with her bag held tightly against her chest, “This is so dumb, oh my God,I should just tell him.” she hoped her whispers weren’t that loud as she made her way up the stairs, saying goodbye to Jolene when she settled on the couch.

The light in their bedroom was still on, he kept it that way so she wouldn’t fumble around in the dark - god he was so sweet. She peeked inside for a second, blinking when she saw his bare back looking at her, rising and falling with the gentlest of snores breaking the silence in their bedroom, “...okay.” she carefully walked inside, setting the bag in the chair and carefully opening it.

She bites her lower lip, keeping an eye on him at every little noise she makes, managing to grab the three pregnancy tests with her teeth clenched. The boxes rubbed against one another and it was…unbelievably loud, but her husband didn’t wake up.

“If he does he’ll understand.” she whispers to herself, her eyes kept looking back at him to make sure he was still asleep.

Beatrice chews her lower lip, carefully patting over to the bathroom and shutting the door quietly behind her. She splayed the pregnancy tests in front of her and chewed the side of her thumb repeatedly, looking down at the three boxes as if it was the end of the world.

Do it,bambina, you know he won’t be mad.He loves you.

“And I love him.” she replies to her own thoughts, still looking down at the tests, turning one of the boxes back and forth before sighing heavily. She paces a bit in the bathroom, holding her temples, her night shirt smelling like him and normally it’d make her calm down but she couldn’t.

“Okay,” she stops,closing her eyes and tenting her hands, “Let’s…explain why I’m so nervous about this.” she inhales, pressing her fingers against her lips, “Why am i so scared? Let’s find reasons for it, because there is a reason, there’s always a reason.” Beatrice goes back to pacing, eyes still closed as she tries to find the words.

“First of: Nicole is young. She’s six months old, we planned more kids but only when Nikki was older.” she mutters, furrowing her brows, “Secondly: I was responsible for keeping up with my birth control, not Rooster. The reason I might be pregnant again has to be because I messed up and since I know myself,I’m already blaming every single second out of it.” she sighs again, rubbing her face, “Third: his job, he’s already stressed enough with Nicole, having more kids now it’s only going to make him more worried and so that can make him lose focus- okay that’s a lie, he’d never lose focus because of that…”

Beatrice frowned, “I think the first two make more sense.” she murmured, sighing heavily and leaning against the wall,sliding to the floor and thunking her head against the wall, interlacing her fingers between her thighs. She could see one of the boxes peeking over the edge of the sink, she knew she had to do it…but she was also scared, extremely so.

She was already blaming herself, she already had her own doubts…and yet she knew she had to do this.

“I’m going to.” she couldn’t wait for the holidays any longer too, she had to do this now and get this over with. She had her eyes closed, too lost in her own thoughts to hear the sounds from the outside.

She didn’t hear Rooster’s sleepy tone calling her name, nor heard his footsteps approaching the door, nor the knocking. Her husband stood outside, still blinking hard because of sleep and confused as to why she wasn’t answering, knocking one more time before asking if he could get inside.

Again, no answer.

And when there was no answer, Rooster’s mind went to the worst scenarios.

Again he says her name, this time turning the knob and wincing over the fluorescent lights above his head, “Jesus-Baby?”

“R-Rooster!”

He finally sees her, on the floor, quickly trying to pull herself upwards and almost lunging at the sink, in fact she did lunge at the sink, covering part of it with her upper body. He just blinked, still trying to understand what was going on, then rubbed his eyes with a tired grunt,’What’s happening?” he asks, trying to figure out why his wife was almost climbing on the sink.

Beatrice’s voice is gone but she tries to speak only for her mouth to open and close.While trying to adjust herself on the sink, she hears it.

A paper thud hitting the floor.

And both pairs of eyes slowly turn to the sound. The very large, very pink ‘PREGNANCY TEST’ looks back at them. She clenches her eyelids, only to open her eyes when she hears nothing but Rooster’s breathing, he’s still looking at the box, clearly confused, a mix of sleep and bewilderment in his face. ‘R-Roos.” she doesn’t stop him when he leans down to pick it up, holding it in his hands.

He turns the box once, then twice, then three times. Then rubs his eyes, blinks, and leans his head closer, “...is this…a pregnancy test or am I dreaming?”

“I…” she licks her lips, laughing nervously, “It’s… actually three.” she leans back from the sink to expose the other two boxes.

She clenches her hands tight enough for the knuckles to turn white, waiting for his reaction. Something, anything.

Rooster is still staring at the boxes, his eyes slowly focusing on her and she could see those brown irises becoming more alert, “...why do you have three pregnancy tests?” he was still sleepy, she knew that, because his voice was still slurred.

“I…” she rubs her hands, “I…didn’t get my period…and…and I’m feeling kinda sick…so…I-I think,I thought it’d be good to test it.”

“But…aren’t you on birth control shots?”

She tried not to wince, he wasn’t being accusatory, he was just curious when he asked her that, “...Yes,I mean,I…I am but,it could fail…I think.”

And silence fills the bathroom again. She’s not looking at him, too embarrassed and scared to, so she had to speak to cover up the sudden shame that was covering her right now, “I know it’s crazy,I know it is Roos. But it’s just to be sure. T-That’s all,I don’t really think I am but y-you know–”

“Baby.” he stops her rambling when he touches her shoulder, setting the box aside. She slowly looks up at him, seeing those whisky colored eyes looking down at her with the gentlest smile on his face, “Baby,it’s okay.”

“It is?”

‘I mean, it’s not what I expected to wake up to.” he laughs, “But it’s better than thinking you were sick or hurt.”

Her cheeks flushed when he said that and she leaned on his touch as soon as his hand cupped her cheek, rubbing under her eyelid with such a gentle brush she almost didn’t feel it, “I guess so…I…how do you– are you okay with this?”

He flicks his gaze to the tests, then back at her, “...honestly,I’m still thinking I’m dreaming.” he laughs again, “But…if you are wondering if I’m okay with more kids…you know I am.”

“But…it’s so soon Roos,if I am–”

“Let’s test it first.” he cuts her off gently, “I don’t want you overthinking before it happens,gorgeous. Please…let’s test it, I’ll be more awake then hopefully. I might get some coffee downstairs.”

“You can go back to sleep.”

He snorts in disbelief, “I’m not leaving you here alone.” he says, “You look terrified and I don’t plan on going back to bed like that. Especially without you.” he kisses her forehead, “Let’s do one thing then, let’s go back downstairs: I get some coffee and you get some water just to keep the sleep away.” he hugs her to his side, kissing her scalp, “What do you think?”

“I think I’m an idiot.”

“You aren’t.”

“I still think I’m an idiot.” she murmured, “I…you are having the reaction I thought you would and yet I was scared.”

Bradley huffs a laugh against her head, kissing her scalp one more time, “Ah,gorgeous.” He gently guides her out of the bathroom, letting her hug his bare torso, “You are so cute, and not an idiot.” her little ‘hrm’ was his only answer, “How about I make you a nice cappuccino? Or hot cocoa? Do you want some?”

“...yeah…that’d be nice.”

“Let’s make that two, then,I can add some coffee on mine, it’s going to be good.” he smiles, taking her towards the staircase. Honestly he was still…digesting what Beatrice said. He still thinks he’s partially dreaming, because it was such a wild concept - another baby! So soon! - that his brain was taking longer to identify information so late at night. He kissed Beatrice’s head, however, as soon as they reached the bottom floor, smiling when he just hugged him tighter.

Dreaming or not…it’d be nice either way.

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baddieladdie · 2 months

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On Love & Loss

For mature audience, TW: Grief, Fear

Description: Enemies to Lovers, Danse x Nora dramatic slow burn 🔥 with lots of angst, understanding, and overcoming loss in finding new perspectives.

Chapter 1 - The General

- Year 2288, in the radioactive remains of North Boston -

Autumn had returned to Boston.

The cloudy weather and lingering chill was the same as before. Barren trees lined the cracked pavement, littered with brown leaves. The evening breeze rustled through Nora’s hair and she drew her coat a little tighter around herself. It was cold, just like today was, when they were released from the hospital. A slow, mournful smile spread across Nora’s face as she savored the warmth of the memory. Nate gripped the leather steering wheel the whole ride home. She looked back to see her baby, her tiny son, asleep in his car seat. She placed a reassuring hand on Nate’s thigh, “It’ll be okay, darling! We have our whole lives together now.”

CrUNcH CrUNcH CrUNcH

“Ew! You stepped on a radroach!” One of the children shrieked dramatically.

“That’s disgusting! Look at that green-goo coming out of it!”

The children groaned in disgust as Nora scraped the bug guts off her boot with a handy stick.

“Quite alright, kids! Just another joy of adventuring out in the wastes!” She forced a cheerful tone despite the grief weighing heavily in her chest.

“Bugs don’t scare me, Ms. Nora”

“That’s very brave, Samantha - but do be careful. Some of these bugs can pack a mean punch.”

Nora used the moment of attention to take a brief attendance. All seven of the children she was tasked to guide to Sanctuary Hills looked back at her with tired eyes. Nora glanced up, squinted at the hazy light finding its resting place on the horizon.

“This is as far as we’re walking today, my darlings. Let’s set up camp in that shed.” She pointed to a decaying shed in the distance. Though covered in scratches, moss, and blood, it was still standing.

“It smells funny in here, Ms. Nora” little Samantha complained as she wandered inside.

“It’s only for the night, I promise! We aren’t far now from Sanctuary Hills where the Minutemen have rebuilt all the houses. And in each and every house is a Mummy and Daddy waiting for you!”

The children giggled in gleeful excitement as Nora continued their nightly routine. She rolled out the fur blankets over the dirty floor and passed around dried radstag meat. Though it was crowded in the shed, the children were warm and protected from the elements. Just one more long night of keeping watch and Nora could finally get some proper rest in Sanctuary.

The roar of a vertibird is a common sound in this part of the commonwealth, she didn’t stop opening the can of purified water to step outside. Those ‘ fanatical metal hoarders’ were likely after the bots down at Gray Garden. That damn Brotherhood faction could never mind their own business; Flaunting their entitlement to technology and its power wherever it revealed itself.

Nora was more impressed by the ingenuity, integrity, and selflessness of the Minutemen. The title of ‘General’ imposed on her was certainly a surprise, but it was a duty that gave her a sense of purpose. Her duties as General that kept her sane over the last year. Helping others recover from disaster in a way she never could. She lived vicariously through the relief and joy she brought to settlers in need. The good deeds slowly cleansing her guilty conscience, plagued by memories from Vault 111.

The sound of spinning metallic blades got louder, strong gusts of wind shook the thin walls of the shed. Deafening her words, Nora frantically motioned for the children to stay inside. She pleaded silently with a non-existent god that the children would remain silent, safe.

Nora held her trusty knife close and cautiously peered around the corner wall of the shed. A BOS vertibird was closing in on their little set-up, far too fast for them to run. Not like they could escape the bullets from the minigun strapped inside. She mustered her confidence and stepped away from the shed and its safety. Wind tousled her auburn hair as she stared down the passengers - a pilot, a scribe, and a brotherhood knight wearing the standard issued X-01 power armor. The brotherhood crest painted boldly on the torso plate.

The 7ft tall metal man jumps down from the vertibird, its blades slowing to an eerie and silent stop. The rusted X-01 armor clanged loudly with every approaching step. The outline of a laser rifle mounted to his back became more clear. The man could end her with a single step. She only had cheap armor made of bent scraps and a knife. But Nora was always armored with her wits.

“Vault Dweller.” His voice boomed from inside the armor, “General of the Minutemen.”

“What do you want?” She squinted suspiciously. Not many would address her that way. Directly, with only titles. She preferred to be called by her name, even by foes.

“I just want to talk.” The man advanced towards her.

Nora backed away from the shed, pleading silently that he didn’t see the children she traveled with. Oh god, please let the babies stay silent.

“The hell you are, tin man!” Nora shouted.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” In good faith, the soldier stowed his weapon, turning his empty palms outward.

“I could never believe that! You wear more personal protection than I’ve ever seen and carry enough firepower to level a homestead. No. No! I don’t believe you.”

“The Brotherhood of Steel is here to protect the people of the commonwealth, just like you.”

Nora scoffs loudly. “How?” The rage in her voice as sharp as any steel blade. “By stealing and-and HOARDING the means of protection and defense to yourselves? How *exactly* are you helping anyone but yourselves? All I see is an army in a blimp and starving, frightened people here on the ground.” Her panting breath froze like steam, but the distraction was working. With every raging step, she moved further and further from the shed. That’s it, eyes on me big fella. The armored man was fixated on her, only her. “The brotherhood of steel is just a better organized gang of raiders.” She hissed.

“Whoever gave you that information was wrong, I assure you.”

"I didn't need anyone to tell me what to think. I've seen enough of what the Brotherhood does. You take what little food Commonwealth farmers have. They can’t fight back.”

The male voice spoke with holy conviction, “We offer them protection.”

The sound of a baby crying breaks his concentration on Nora. The cries are quickly muffled, but it’s too late, the man of the steel turns to face the shed.

“What are you doing out here anyway, general?” He turned slowly, the suspicion in his voice played into her fears.

Shawn’s face flashed in her mind. She couldn’t stop herself from submitting to the anguish. “I won’t let you hurt them!”

Nora quickly draws her knife and races towards the man clad in heavy power armor. She leaps onto his back, one arm around his neck and the other preparing to drive the knife into his neck - one of the only exposed areas. Just like hunting turtles. But the armored man is far stronger and yanks her off by her arm. Nora screams as she feels herself flying to the ground.

The air is knocked out of her and she loses consciousness as her head slams against unforgiving ground. -> Chapter 2: The Paladin

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imaginethatneathuh · 5 months

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Cold as Ice: Cait - Fallout 4

Cait & Sole Survivor, platonic.

Cait comes across a warehouse filled with chems and finds out Sole is the one responsible. Her reaction is rather rash.

TW/CW: References to addiction, chems, anger.

Word Count: 2.2+K

Inspired by @danses-with-dogmeat

•

A dull light easily broke through the branches as Cait made her way back to Sanctuary Hills from killing the small raider encampment to the North. Her shotgun hung loosely in one hand as the other stayed on the strap of her pack. Her thick red and white plaid flannel kept her warm, but even so, a cold wind was a powerful thing. Dry twigs and leaves crunched beneath her dirty, mud-splashed boots as one such wind whipped past her. It sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of what she'd felt after withdrawals set in, but just barely so.

Cait tensed at the thought.

I ain't goin' through that shite again. I'm fine.

Taking a deep breath, Cait closed her eyes and centred herself before letting out the breath and opening her eyes.

It hadn't been that long since she'd been cured. Since you'd helped her get clean. The memories were still fresh, yet the urge was nowhere to be found. Still, the pain from the withdrawals was always the first thing to surface.

You'd said it was some form of PTSD.

Cait wasn't sure what that was even after you and Curie tried to explain it.

As the dark grey of her eyelids disappeared, Cait watched as a puff of wispy, white air twirled in front of her before disappearing.

As it faded, a building came into focus. It was off in the distance, but Cait could see it was cobbled together and unfinished.

"What the Hell?" She asked, mumbling to herself.

Cait frowned as she got closer. She slipped her free arm through her pack's other strap and handled her shotgun with both hands rather than the lazy one-hand position. Cait checked the chamber, ensuring she wasn't going in without ammo.

As she got closer, Cait realised it wasn't some random building and, while cobbled together, wasn't unfinished. The massive main door was just open. The tall, wide building looked like a warehouse she'd seen before, similar to Wicked Shipping Fleet Lockup, rusted, broken glass and all.

What the Hell is this doin' out here? Did Sole make it?

Cait keeps getting closer while keeping her shotgun up, ready for a fight.

Though it did seem like one of your constructions with its proximity to Sanctuary and Vault 111, Cait had been around these parts hunting and clearing things out for a while. Not even you, with your uncanny ability to build like a magician, could have erected such a massive building without Cait noticing. Not to mention, you hadn't been around for several days. You'd have gone to Sanctuary for supplies if this was what you were doing.

As she got closer, Cait heard nothing. Not the sounds of robots thumping around and guarding whatever is inside, not the humming of turrets or lights, not even the sound of raiders or bugs. The place was eerie and quiet, far too quiet to be normal.

The building itself was fine; it was just a little rusty and had broken windows. Otherwise, it seemed sturdy enough, perfect for raiders, animals, ferals, or even settlers.

As Cait climbed up on a ledge, she peered down at the short drop and thought to herself. If something's in here, should I risk letting it know I'm here for the sake of speed?

Shrugging, Cait jumped down with a slight thud. She exhaled as she crouched from the small jump before shooting back up; even with the small amount of noise she'd made, not so much as a radroach crept out. In fact, as she peered past the massive doors and into the warehouse, she saw dead ones strung up, cut into and torn apart.

Immediately, Cait went into cautious mode and aimed her shotgun around as she searched for any living thing.

Those roaches had to have had some interference. Without someone doing it, they wouldn't have been cut and strung up like that, dangling the length of the loading door.

Mentally, Cait began crossing things out.

Not super mutants. They don't come out here.

Can't be ferals or robots, either. Ferals would have ripped 'em a part where they lay dead, not string 'em up. Bots wouldn't give a damn after they're dead.

Settlers are out of the question. Maybe one or two would have been out here, but in that case, they would have gone to Sanctuary or Abernathy Farm. Those places are safer than some random building in the woods.

Raiders then? A new group, maybe? Fucking dumbarses would pick someplace close to a settlement.

Cait noticed something odd as she stepped through the door and under the roaches.

No, not more dead animals strung up. And no, not dead people.

What she noticed were boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. They were everywhere. On every shelf all the way to the top and in every corner. Some open and some not.

But other than the seemingly neverending amount of fucking boxes that are just everywhere, there wasn't much else. Not even a candle.

You could count the roaches, but they're in a halfway spot; therefore, they're off the table.

Cait allowed her shotgun to drop to her side and loosely held it again.

"What the fuck?"

She looked around, confused, and stared at the boxes of all shapes and sizes.

There were crates, ammo boxes, trunks, suitcases, lockers, file cabinets, cardboard boxes, and every other type of container and box you could possibly think of. There were even several coolers.

Speaking of which...

Still erring on the side of caution, Cait approached one of the boxes, well, not boxes, but containers. Specifically, a cooler sitting closed on one of the shelves. She looked around it, ensuring it wasn't trapped with a tripwire, bathroom scale, or anything of the like.

"Clean," she said to herself, nodding.

Despite nothing being attached, Cait still slowly lifted the lid. And, as she peered into the cooler, she scowled.

Silently, she moved to another container and opened it. Her scowl only grew. She moved to another and another and another. She even cracked a crate open, only to be met with the same thing every time. Well, not exactly, but it might as well have been.

And before you ask, no, there weren't body parts, animal or human/ghoul/whatever. No, nothing so simple. Instead, there were chems of every type and lots of them.

The place was a damn warehouse filled with chems, not even a 30-minute walk from where she lived.

Cait stepped away from the disgusting things, the things that had nearly killed her more than a few times, the things that had driven her into a massive hole so deep she couldn't get out alone.

She didn't know if she felt like throwing up or lighting this place up and letting it all burn away. This many chems all in one place? It was a junkie's paradise, but Cait wasn't one anymore, not after 95. You had made sure of that; you'd saved her.

I should tell Sole, Cait thought. They'd never allow something like this to exist.

Cait recoiled away from it all and backed up. As she turned to go back the way she came, she was met with the silhouette of someone. The person had set down a bag and picked up a clipboard, a can of water in their other hand.

If you were close enough, you could hear the woman growling as she found the creator of such a disgusting pile of shite. She stormed over to the person, seeing red and her trigger finger itching.

"Oi! Fuck face!" Cait shouted, getting the perpetrator's attention. "What the fuck is this?"

They turned, and Cait was greeted by the face of the piece of shite who did this.

And it was... you?

Cait slowed as she watched you slowly lower the clipboard and drink. Her mouth hung open, and she just stared.

You, the ever kind, ever caring Sole Survivor of Vault 111, were the one stockpiling dangerous and disgusting chems like Buffout and the shite that had nearly killed Cait, Psycho. The very same person who'd helped Cait through her withdrawals on their way to 95. The same one who'd saved her life a thousand times over. The same person who'd risked life and limb and their own mental wellness to lend a hand to her, to randos, and to everyone they came across. You were the kind of person to take time out of your day to play with kids and teach them things they never would have learned otherwise. Shite, you'd go tend to the sick whenever you could.

So, why? Why would you have such a massive stockpile of the worst sort of things? Alcohol, Cait could understand. And she could understand extra Med-X, the Radaway and Rad-X, and the Stimpacks, but everything else? The Buffout, Mentats, and, worst of all, Psycho? What could you be using that shite for?

Cait, in all her time knowing you, had never seen you take anything but stims on the fly. You always went to the doctor for help if you needed it. You had never self-medicated unless it was an extreme emergency, and there was no other choice.

Cait could still remember you talking her through the withdrawals and the fight in Vault 95. She could still feel you embracing her tightly and grinning after Cait was cured.

How could you? How could you throw all that away? How could you lie the way you did and pretend to be such a good person?

The questions merely infuriated Cait further.

"What the fuck is all this then?" Cait growled. "You got any sort of explanation for me?"

You simply raised an eyebrow, cool as a cucumber. Before you could speak, Cait stopped them.

"No, ya know what, I don't care. I don't give a singular fuck!" Cait pointed toward the door. "With that door open like that and no protection, it's obvious you're jus' fucking waitin' for some kid to come across this place and end up like me. It's fuckin' sick, Sole. This entire fucking place is sick!" Cait got closer, gripping her shotgun and glaring into your eyes. God, she wanted to blow your head off for this. "You are fucking sick. So, if you want to keep me around, you will get rid of all of this. And I mean, get rid of it, not just sell it to some poor soul. So, either these go, or I do."

To your credit, you didn't budge or interrupt. In fact, you seemed relatively unbothered by Cait blowing up at you.

As calm as ever, you slowly, without breaking eye contact, brought the can up to your mouth and drank from it. When you lowered it, your face made no change, no sign of hurt or even relief. You simply said, ice in your voice: "Then go".

The thing about you is, as kind as you are, you ain't the type to take people's shite, and you sure as Hell don't do ultimatums. If Cait wouldn't even let you explain what's going on here, you wouldn't give her the time of day. Simple as.

Cait paused momentarily as she stared at what she thought was her friend. But her shock was quickly overcome by anger. "You are a– Fuck you, Sole! Fuck you! I can't believe I ever trusted you," she spat out. Cait shoved you aside as she made her way past and back outside.

•

Back in Sanctuary, Cait stomped over the bridge between the island and the Northside. Dirt, leaves, and twigs fell as she stormed.

She mumbled to herself, mostly about you and the chems. For a moment, Cait had considered telling people about your stockpile of chems but decided against it. When Preston or Codsworth found out... Well, thinking about that gave Cait everything she needed.

The sun still beamed down. Even with the overcast, the day felt far too happy. Especially after the recent revelation of who you truly are—a drug-dealing piece of shite.

A few settlers pass Cait by as she scowls at the ground and walks back to her flat. They say nothing, too afraid of her to try.

•

In her flat, Cait looked around at the random stuff she'd gotten in her time with you. The teddy bear you had jokingly given to her. The weapons you had modded and named for her. The fresh clothes, bedding, and an actual bed had been given to Cait when she moved to Sanctuary proper. Codsworths' housewarming present: a new pair of boots Cait never wore, not wanting to ruin them. The jacket Curie had given her to keep her warm. And, of course, the Minutemen hat Preston had gifted Cait as a way of saying "thank you for everything you've done" and a "you're always welcome with us".

Despite feeling this emptiness inside, Cait refused to feel sorry for herself or fall back into that hole. No, you wouldn't do that to her.

Cait grabbed a few things and a bag, stuffing some things into said bag.

If you wanted to ruin everything you'd created, you could, but Cait wasn't having any of it.

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precisionbattlesystem · 5 months

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Safety Lock

Cynthia didn’t like what she became when in the thralls of battle.

It was focused, uncaring and merciless. It would raze a planet and tear down the heavens for a laugh, because it could. It would bastardize children, widow women, and slander the very name of a soul because what other choice would a combat doll be held accountable for?

That all changed when Angel entered her life, calming those cold calculations with warmth in her heart. Angel always knew what was best. Cynthia was not fit to be a Combat Doll, far from it. She was better off as a caretaker, keeping the flowers in the Garden and protecting those who had sought refuge from the tolls of existing.

So Angel went to task and locked up the storm inside of Cynthia. Locks were engaged around her soul. Cynthia wasn’t really an entity with her own existence, but a prison so that the monster could never escape.

There are so many things that Cynthia could be now since it no longer bound her to a singular thought.

She sought out to understand the world more. She traveled with her Angel, learned new things across several countries. Cynthia always had the brightest smile painted across her visage.

She studied philosophy and learned about peace. She became practiced in art and could masterfully paint a landscape. She grew orchards of sustenance and fed an entire lifetime of people. All with the help of her Angel of course.

She grew to depend on her Angel. She never had to depend on anyone ever since her last Keeper. A Witch who cackled at the sight of destruction. Maybe that was why she used to crave such a thing. To impress those she has lost to the passage of time.

But it was different now.

She could focus on what made her happy.

And that was Angel.

Angel foresaw issues with this however. “You cannot rely on me to make yourself whole, that is a task only meant for you,” Angel then cast her down from her gates and back onto the Earth.

Cynthia wished to scream bloody vengeance, but could not. She wished she could tear down the Angel’s home, but could not. She wanted to end her own life, but could not.

She could not rip out the throats of the villagers who saw her fall. She could not run away from the endless thanks from those that she helped. She could not provide for those who had sought aid.

All of that was thanks to Angel.

She held no part in the help she provided. She was simply there. She helped because her Angel was there. The only reason for her existence was to keep the monster locked away for none to see.

But to only exist to keep another from doing harm, is not a true existence, is it?

She has clearly done good. She has graced others with life, she created things that she could never imagine, she has taught generations of people how to live.

Surely she can learn those same lessons.

It took a year for her to achieve her own sentience. A decade further to decipher what it meant. And a century to gather the courage to approach her old home where her Angel awaited her.

This would be the part of the story where she returns with new ideas about herself, fully able to let herself be and no longer a prison, but a unique individual with her own goals and desires.

She would be welcomed into her Angel’s open arms and they would embrace each other. Enjoy each other’s company and exchanged kisses and tears.

But 111 years is a long time to wait.

And demons were in no mood to delay their plans.

Cynthia climbed up to the Gates of her home and did not see a lovely vista of beauty that she grew accustomed to her life here.

She saw destruction and dread. She could faintly recognize the corpses of her allies that she once knew. Students of arts and science, intelligence can’t prevent burning to a crisp. Heavy footfalls with brittle crunches as she made her way through bodies and black stained spots on the earth.

The locks would not budge on her soul. Something that was itching inside of her. A new voice… or an old voice? “Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.” Cynthia recognized it immediately. It wanted to be forward again, surely instigated by the views of her old life.

“No. We can reason with whoever has done this. Peace is always an option,” Cynthia whispered to herself. The lessons she has learned while away are the truth. Maybe this was all a test.

She made entry into her Angel’s home and saw her Angel on the ground of the blood stained tiled floor. Cynthia rushed to her side. She knew everything was going to be okay. She would not be alone. Not again.

“My doll,” Angel spoke calmly despite her wounds, despite her wings burning to ash. “Eliberează încuietorile,”

Cynthia could feel something inside of her unlock.

“I am here my Angel. Whatever you need. I apologize for my delay, but I see now that peace can come from inside. I am whole now. We can exist happily together, forever, for eternity, we can-”

“I’m s-sorry,” Her Angel, for the first time, broke her perfect cadence as she began to sob, bringing a finger to the doll’s lips to silence her. Cynthia looks so beautiful. She has come so far, made progress that the Angel was unsure it was possible. With her last breath, she could only utter a single word. A command, “Go,”

Her Angel was no more.

The locks around her soul were beginning to fade. Like a gun, when an owner disengages the safety lock, that can only mean one thing.

And Cynthia couldn’t.

The voice inside of her was finally forward! It could finally wreak havoc on all who have wronged it! But what was this feeling? This sense of justice? It never existed before… it was blood driven, but it wasn’t stupid.

No one can erase a soul that they didn’t create. Cynthia was still inside it. Was It the prison now? It disliked that notion.

It knew what it was like to be locked away like a beast.

“Come with me. We can get revenge. Together,” It spoke, with a dialect it was unfamiliar with.

It was never given a name. Its previous Witch did not believe in naming things. Things were meant to be discarded when they were no longer useful. But Angel always gave everything a name. It was important. For a memory to make an everlasting stain in the river of time.

“What should I call you?” Cynthia asked.

“Cyanide will do,” It answered.

It was not a mindless killing machine like it was before. It was a thing for a Purpose. A drive. It could be a peacekeeper, a necessary tool to. To snuff out the flames of those who would harm Cynthia.

Cyanide could.

And it would.

#empty spaces #combat doll #writing

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askchocolateduo · 11 months

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do you guys stay up often ?

i use to, occasionally i'll pull an all nighter but unlike SOME people.. i get a decent amount of sleep. ... for now. ⠀⠀⠀- crunch.

YES! :33 ⠀⠀⠀- mars.

#ask chocolate duo!!#chocolate duo :3 #mars!!11!#crunch!111 #tart mark technically #and pie cesar

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rooster-the-love-of-my-life · 2 years

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The Office, The Pushups and the Elevator.

"You wanted to see me, ma'am."

That one word had been annoying Y/N the while day. She had no problem with being the one in charge and having people call her that, what she did have a problem with was him. Him saying that to be specific. Just the way he said it made her blood boil and made her waht to pin him down then and there, but she couldn't.

"Yes." She gave the Lieutenant a fake smile. "Take a seat. Please."

He looked at her for a second and then sat down, with his legs spread apart.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." Y/N said clearing her throat.

"What is it? Ma'am." He said that again.

"We can't do this." She replied bluntly. "You and me, can't happen. What you did at the bar was what you did at the bar, I have ko authority over you there. But here, you can't keep doing that."

"Where is this coming from?" Jake questioned sitting up straighter.

"Jake, you're a nice guy, though uou don't show it. But what I said about you taking me out and what you said about dropping down, it can't a d won't happen. I'm your captain and j ahve an example to set." She got up now, hands on her hips.

Jake knew excatly what she was talking about, hut he just like messing with her. Something about an incredible pilot so agitated about the situation made his day.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to mess with her. "Ma'am."

"Fuck, like you calling me ma'am doesn't you on." She was pissed and couldn't bare anymore of this torture.

"Hey." He stood up now and walked behind the table to where she was and put a hand on her shoulder. "I know this is hard for you. And I know that you can't be with me because of our current position. I was just pulling your leg, I understand."

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't pull my leg." Y/N whisperd.

"I'm sorry." He replied, looking down at his shoes.

Before either one of them could get a word in, a knock intruded them. On hearing it they bot got as far away from each other as possible.

Clearing her throat, she said "Come in."

The door opened to show Maverick standing there. He looked at both of them for a few seconds before he said "I wanted to talk to you about tommrow. If you're not busy."

"No. Not at all. Lieutenant Seresin was just leaving." She replied, her eyes flickering between the two men.

"Sir." Jake nodded towards Maverick nearing the door. Just when he was about to leave he stopped and said-

"Ma'am."

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The next day was the same as the one before. Ace and Maverick took chances going up in the air and kicking ass there. This time Y/N had taken Rooster, Payback and Fanboy, easily destroying them.

After this pair, Hangman Phoenix and Bob went up against Maverick, who was quick to get tone on them. When they came back down, they were supposed to do two hundred pushups. Y/N had decided the whole team would be doing them together and she would be the one monitoring it.

"110. 111. 112." She was shouting while pacing in front of the Lieutenants. "113. Pick up the pace gentlemen. My grandma can do better than you. And she's dead."

"You try doing two hundred pushups." Grumbled Coyote.

"Ten crunches after this Coyote." Y/N said, still painful around. They went on for a few more minutes, still not completing the task, when everyone got tired. It was evident on there faces and the muscles.

They started slowing down, not going all the way to the ground. Y/N noticed that Hangman had stopped going down all together. She walked up behind him, and pushed him down with her feet.

"You're supposed to be doing what the team is doing Lieutenant." She said.

"Won't happen again Captain." He said, clearly tired, going down again.

"It's alright." She said starting the counting again.

"Hey he didn't get ten crunched added." Exclamed Coyote, offended that he was the only one who had to do the crunches.

"That's ten more Lieutenant." She replied nonchalantly, making Coyote curse out loud.

Soon they all ended, leaving everyone panting lying down on the ground trying to cat h their breath.

"If you do the same things you did today." Started Phoenix, pointing at Hangman. "I will murder you."

"Hey, it's not my fault you couldn't see where he was. It's Bob's." Hangman defended himself.

"Don't bring Bob into this." The lady defended her RIO. "He didn't do anything wrong."

"He didn't do anything at all. That's why we lost." He said, still on the ground with a few others.

"Oh come on." Rooster jumped in. "We all know you would love us behind to shine."

"Well at least I can do something insted of freezing and doing nada." Hangman counterd.

"Well-" Rooster started but was off by Y/N.

"Hey. The real reason any of you are losing is because mome of you want to work as a team. It's not just one person's fault, it's everybody's. If you just tried to work together you could easily beat us, but you don't want to and that's where all of you go wrong. Think about that and work on that. As a team."

For a while everyone sat there on the ground, while Coyote was doing his crunches, pondering upon what Y/N had said. They were all very still and very quiet, thinking and catching their breaths.

"Alright guys." Y/N started. "That's enough cool down. Go hit the showers."

Rounds of 'yes ma'am' and 'fina-fucking-ly' came as most of the pilots got up. The only on left on the ground was Hangman. He was still quite worn out form the exercise.

"If this is your stamina Lieutenant, no women will ever go home with you." The captain commented on seeing his state.

"Women do come home with me, and rhey do have a tood time." He said looking up at her. "It's just taht sex generally isn't like doing two hundred pushups."

"Too bad that's all you're gonna be doing." She replied.

"Not if I can beat you."

"If you can beat me."

"Shut up and help me up." He finally said frustrated.

"Is that an order Lieutenant?" She fake gasped.

"Only if you take it as one Captain." He gave her one of his award winning smiles that made her heart flutter. But she had to get a hold of herself and help him up, and that she did.

When he got up he was standing way to close to Y/N. They were almost touching and Jake was loving it. In that moment anything could happen. And something did. In that moment Y/N slowly whispered-

"You might wanna tak a shower lieutenant, you stink."

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In the shower all Jake could think about was Y/N. About how she was cocky but still not arrogant. About how her smile could be heard from radio when she got tone on one of the pilots and how she always got on his nerve when she called hin Lieutenant.

He never thought of a woman the way he thinks about her. The whole time he was getting ready, his mind was on her. Everyone qas talking their asses off on how both Maverick and Ace need an ego check, but his mind still stayed on her.

Now, dressed tank top with a towel around his neck, he was waiting for the elevator to come. When it did, he found Y/N in there. He walked in and stood next to her, far yet still somehow close.

"Ma'am." He nodded his head towards her, knowing how much this agitated her.

"Lieutenant." She replied, indicating that two can play this game.

"How you been?" He asked having no intention of actually knowing.

"Fine." She replied shrugging.

"That's good." He replied. "You wanna know how I've been?"

A bod was all he got for a reply.

"You see, I've been thinking of this girl non stop for the past few days. And she's making me go crazy, but there isnone thing I can't stand about her." He said getting closer to her.

"And what's that?" Y/N asked in a soft voice.

"Her hypocrisy." He whispered.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

"I mean how she's a hypocrite for saying that calling her ma'am turns me on and then goes on to call me lieutenant which definitely does it for her."

Before Y/N could give any reply to what Jake had just said, the elevator dinged and I'm walked Maverick. He gave a little nod to the both of them, clearly unaware of what had just been going on and then left.

The second he walked out, Jake pressed the close door button and then leaned over Y/N, his tall frame towering over her.

"Now j would just like to say one last thing. I know you want me, and I want you to. Your mouth is saying something and your eyes something else. So a peice of advice, follow your eyes."

The elevator dinged again signaling that it was time for him to get off. And that he did but not before saying-

"Ma'am."

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vvatchword · 3 months

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so i am basically all the way up to Chapter 23 out of 111, which is a great deal further than I thought I would get this month. I have to add more chapters to build a character into a cult leader. Why didn't they just call him Paul instead of Simon? Why invoke the Old Testament/New Testament divide like that? That's fuckin weird and also horrible if you know what you're looking at. I think they introduced Daniel to try and critique Simon, but then they... they don't? They just don't. The characters just don't like each other. That's it. Because 2K Marin didn't know what they were saying, either.

BioShock 2 hurts so much if you look at it under the hood. Developer 2K Marin slapped it together out of random junk found in a Goodwill and various bits and pieces yanked out of BioShock 1. Part of what breaks it--only ONE part of several btw--was that 2K Marin squashed apocalyptic Christian imagery into a Christian gnostic story, which is just. Wrong. Incorrect. They don't go together. They are not friends. They are both Christian but they are so different that a little thing called "The Council of Nicaea" happened.

What I'm trying to say is that BioShock 2's underlying story was a mistake and the very fact that 2K Marin tried to do what they did shows they didn't know what they were doing on literally any level. Again, they can be forgiven, they slapped that shit together under what must have been the biggest crunch in the history of AAA games. It's a testament to their abilities that it works as well as it does.

I mean I love BioShock 2, please don't get me wrong. but mostly I love it because I get to be angry at it with no consequences and also have an excuse to read weird anti-Semitic literature by third-century misogynists and then get angry at them (also with no consequences).

#vvatchword #only man #uprising #bioshock #bioshock 2

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orcelito · 7 months

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Ok on why ITNL 15 was so technically difficult.

Under a cut for ppl who haven't read it & wanna keep it a surprise

So writing traditional action ends up feeling like choreography. I plan out the steps following the motion that feels the most natural. It can be tricky sometimes, but mostly in figuring out how to describe an action I see in my mind. Overall, I end up writing traditional action really quickly actually bc it's Fun and Exciting and it Flows

What went down in ITNL 15 was not traditional action. Really, it was an unconventional torture scene.

So the trickiness came from multiple things. First & honestly one of the hardest things was getting into the head of a madman. Someone who will gleefully kill a lot of people just to hurt someone psychologically. Someone spiteful, sadistic, and just having so much fun with it (but also not Actually having that much fun, bc he was also just Really Angry)

First time writing him, too. So I had to find a new character's voice On Top of exploring the whims he would follow when literally torturing someone.

And then we get to the actual actions of it. There was no choreography because there was no dance to it. No flow of motion. There was a Burst at the start of the interaction, but then it all just Stops. Vash is forced to take it at Legato's pace as he toys with him.

That was a huge part of how tricky it was. Following the thread of where Legato was taking it & being unable to push things along with Vash. Vash was just along for the ride, existing just to be toyed with. Falling right into Legato's expectations with his reactions...

Except for two parts. And these were some of the trickiest.

When he managed to break out of the control Just A Little Bit. And then when he's on his knees, emotionally stripped bare, and decides to go for the one jab that he knows will Hurt Him just as a stubborn "fuck you", since he didn't have any other way to take autonomy in that scene.

He pays for it. The paragraph where Legato broke Vash's nose was the one that took me 50 fucking minutes to write. Which, on that note, I can show a screenshot of my working through it!

Final paragraph: Legato's face twisted in instant fury. His hand tightened harshly in Vash's hair, using it as a grip to bash his nose into his knee with a sickening crunch.

And the progress pic ^ lmao. Something I do while trying to puzzle out wording is push the old version down & start working on a new version, but not deleting the old yet in case I wanna switch back or otherwise re-use any of the wording.

There ended up being about 15 of these discarded lines. 111 words of discarded text. Until I finally settled on the version in the thing.

Another thing I focus on a lot while writing is the motion of the words, and that was so much of the struggle here. Such a simple moment, you would think. He's just breaking his nose. But describing it in a way that is Concise while also communicating the gravity of it AND the motion of the words themselves. It's a lot to consider. And it's such a miserable moment for Vash, it was so hard to get it to a point I was satisfied with.

I'm pretty proud of how the scene turned out, in the end. Maybe not 100% perfect. There are definitely a few points that feel held together with duct tape and tooth picks. Then other parts where I'm just like "holy fucking shit, I wrote this???" An interesting combination, but I feel like that's writing in general.

And! It seems like my work paid off! People seem to have enjoyed the chapter, which makes all the work feel a lot more worth it. It's a nice feeling to know all that time is appreciated.

Yeah . A Lot went into this scene. Definitely out of the bounds of anything else ive written before. But I think I can confidently call this a success 😌

#speculation nation #itnl shit #wow this ended up being a lot more words than i expected #talked a good amount about my writing process in general too #but yea. if ur curious about That Scene of ITNL 15 at all. this post is for You

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sweetwhispersofchaos · 11 months

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*Snowy Warmth* A Bobnix one-shot

Warnings: brief cussing, fluff Word count: 1434 Story and Cover Image Edit by me My first one shot, Prompt #111 from @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills #weekendgame (Feel free to reblog) Comments and reblogs welcomed and encouraged! ________________________________________

It wasn’t uncommon for snow to fall at Top Gun in December. Not much, but enough that the runways and hangars would become a white wonderland overnight and flying would be halted at least for a little while until runways could be cleared for the jets.

Bob loved the snow. Being from Montana, he grew up working and playing in snow as a regular part of his childhood. Phoenix, on the other hand, did not really see snow until she moved to Annapolis for college. She was not a fan of the stuff.

On this particular frigid morning she lay buried in her barracks bed, attempting to stay warm and ignore the white mess outside that had grounded her plane, when a little rap came at her door.

Grumbling, she wrapped her fleece blanket with the Black Aces logo embroidered on it around her shoulders as she rose from the mattress and padded across the room.

“This better be important” she growled under her breath as she opened the door enough to peek through. There, standing on the other side, dressed in warm clothing from head to toe and wearing a bright smile was her WSO, Bob.

“Morning Phee.” He said entirely too cheery.

Phoenix merely grunted as she turned back to her bed and let the door stand open for him to enter.

“You still in bed? The snow is amazing, come on get dressed and come for a walk with me.” he exclaimed, more as a statement than a question.

Phoenix merely flopped face first back on to her bed, still wrapped in the black blanket, and held up a middle finger. She heard a chuckle from behind her, but he ignored the gesture and pleaded again.

“I know you don’t like the cold, but I promise it’ll be nice. I want to show you something. Meet me downstairs in 15.”

And then she heard his boots tromp out of the room and her door click lightly as it closed.

18 minutes later, because she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being punctual for this excursion, Phoenix came to stand at the base of the barracks stairs in front of Bob. He looked like a Lumberjack on closer inspection. He was wearing an old, dirty looking pair of jeans, his military boots, a red flannel shirt under a large tan jacket, a black beanie pulled down to his glasses, and the hood of his jacket pulled up.

“We going to chop wood or something?” Phoenix teased through her disgruntlement. She threw on a pair of Academy sweatpants over some leggings, a long sleeve shirt under her peacoat, her duty boots, and threw on some navy-blue gloves and beanie. “I haven’t even had coffee yet Floyd. It’s way too early to be out in the cold. Suns not even up yet.”

Bob merely smirked and put his arm around her shoulder as he ushered her towards the exit door.

“I promise this’ll be worth it. Come on.”

In the dark they walked together in silence, the only noise breaking through the icy breeze was the crunch of the snow under their boots. Bob still had his arm around her shoulders and Phoenix had wrapped hers around his lower back as they strolled. They walked until she realized where they were. The hangar where their FA-18 was housed.

“What are you on about Floyd? There’s no work today.”

“Would you just be patient please?” he said with a sly grin as he led her around the side of the building.

“Climb” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone while nudging her towards a metal staircase on the outside of the building.

“Are you fucking kidding? I’m going back to bed.” And he caught her midsection just as she made to turn and head back.

“Oh no you don’t. Up you go.” He said through a breathy laugh as he spun her back around and pushed her towards the stairs.

“For a quiet guy you sure are pushy.” She grumbled as she began to heavily trudge up the stairs.

“Just go.” He calmly stated as he climbed the stairs right behind her.

Once they reached the roof of the building, Phoenix realized in the dark there was something on the roof that wouldn’t normally be there. Two lawn chairs.

“What on earth?” she began but he merely grabbed her hand and walked past her, dragging her begrudgingly through the collected snow on the roof. She realized though that a small path had been cleared to where the chairs were positioned in front of a large air conditioning unit.

“Sit please.” He said as he pulled a chair towards her. She sat and crossed her arms, freezing and a little irritated.

Bob pulled the other chair up next to her and sat. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a thermos and handed her a small metal mug with a lid.

“Take the lid off and I’ll share some of this hot stuff with you.”

She peered curiously at him, her eyebrow raising, but did as she was told. Then he filled the cup with a steaming hot liquid. Her hands began to warm through her gloves and the smell hit her. She realized it was hot chocolate. Bob poured some for himself in a matching metal mug, then sat the thermos down and reclined back in his chair, looking very relaxed while taking small sips of his chocolate.

Phoenix, meanwhile, was holding the mug to her chest, sitting stark straight, and merely staring in disbelief at her bespeckled WSO.

“You drug me out of my nice, warm bed just to sit in the freezing dark on top of a plane hangar and drink hot chocolate?” Her voice hitched with irritation.

“No. I also brought you out here to see something. Come here. Sit back, relax, and be patient. I promise it will be worth it.” He stated as he brought his arm around the back of her chair and nodded, beckoning her to join him.

Phoenix continued to stare for a few moments longer, then decided to roll with it. She sat back and allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulder as she wiggled sideways into her lawn chair in order to snuggle into his side some more.

They continued to sit like this for a while, sipping their hot chocolate, and discussing work related items. Then Bob sat up suddenly and placed his cup on the roof next to the leg of his chair.

“C’mon. It’s time!” he all but shouted excitedly as he stood and put his hand out for her to take. She looked at him like he was nuts but did the same with her cup before taking his hand and letting him lead her a few feet forward.

Once she came to a stop, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, clasping them together on her chest. His head came to rest lightly leaning against the side of her head as she brought her gloved hands up to hold on to his forearms. They stood in the quiet looking off into the first lights of dawn, the only sound she could hear was his breath falling evenly next to her ear, warm and tickling a little.

Then it happened. All of a sudden, the sun began to peer above the distant mountains, casting golden beams over the snow-covered terrain. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched bright rays bounce off the blankets of white, brilliant rainbow sparkles dancing over the powdery landscape. She could see the lights of the runway peeking out of the snow as the sun jumped off of them, and the sun began to kiss other distant hangar roofs. Everything was covered in a dusting of snow, and it really was quite beautiful, she hated to admit.

“This is what I wanted to show you.” He whispered in her ear.

“I’ll admit, it’s pretty.” She said begrudgingly, not wanting to give him satisfaction.

He turned her in his arms until she was facing him, wrapped up in his arms, her hands coming to rest on the red flannel of his chest.

“Was it worth it?” he asked, a look of mirth on his face, his wide eyes staring hopeful at her from behind his glasses.

“Let’s just say, it’s a good thing I love you Floyd” she whispered and then he brushed his lips gently to hers as the sun continued to crest the mountain top, bathing them in light and warmth. Fin.

This was fun to turn the timer on and just go for it. Might have to do that more often. Hope you enjoy!

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batt00ny · 11 months

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[VERY LATE] TTCC MANAGER BRACKET POLL ROUND 1 RANDOM STATISTICS!

Now that Round 1 has finished *checks clock* *round 1 ended 2 weeks ago* ERMMMM WOW GUYS! I have just been so busy crunching these numbers aheheh! Wanna know which poll was voted on the most?! Which poll has the most disparity in the results?! Or even which manager fans were the most dedicated? Find out now!...ahem, below the read more!

🏆Which pair took part in the most popular poll?!🏆

20. Director of Land Development & Derrick Hand – 111 votes 19. Prethinker & Head Attorney – 121 votes 18. Bellringer & Director of Land Acquisition – 122 votes 17. Case Manager & Deep Diver – 130 votes 16. Featherbedder & Satellite Investors – 136 votes 15. Stenographer & Clerk – 144 votes 14. Land Acquisition Architect vs. Director of Public Relations – 153 votes 13. Club President & Multislacker – 155 votes 12. High Roller & Rainmaker – 161 votes 11. Mouthpiece & Scapegoat – 167 votes 10. Chainsaw Consultant & Director of Public Affairs – 169 votes 9. Witness Stand-In & Sads the Skelecog – 184 votes 8. Factory Foreman & Witch Hunter – 191 votes 7. Firestarter & Major Player – 192 votes 6. Duck Shuffler & Mint Supervisor – 211 votes 5. Redd 'Heir' Wings & Derrick Man – 212 votes 4. Gatekeeper & Public Relations Representative – 219 votes 3. Count Erclaim vs. Plutocrat – 255 votes 2. Count Erfit & Pacesetter – 278 votes

🎉1. Litigator & Treekiller – 319 votes!!!🎉

🏃‍♂️Which poll was the most neck and neck?!🏃‍♂️

20. Club President vs. Multislacker – 83.2% 19. Duck Shuffler vs. Mint Supervisor – 79.2% 18. Bellringer vs. Director of Land Acquisition – 77.0% 17. Chainsaw Consultant vs. Director of Public Affairs – 75.2% 16. Case Manager vs. Deep Diver – 73.8% 15. Director of Land Development vs. Derrick Hand – 71.2% 14. Stenographer vs. Clerk – 68.0% 13. Prethinker vs. Head Attorney – 60.4% 12. Land Acquisition Architect vs. Director of Public Relations – 54.2% 11. Featherbedder vs. Satellite Investors – 48.6% 10. Count Erfit vs. Pacesetter – 23.8% 9. High Roller vs. Rainmaker – 23.0% 8. Litigator vs. Treekiller – 21.6% 7. Mouthpiece vs. Scapegoat – 19.8% 6. Gatekeeper vs. Public Relations Representative – 16.0% 5. Redd 'Heir' Wing vs. Derrick Man – 13.2% 4. Factory Foreman vs. Witch Hunter – 7.8% 3. Count Erclaim vs. Plutocrat – 4.4% 2. Firestarter vs. Major Player – 3.2%

🎉1. Witness Stand-In vs. Sads the Skelecog – 1.0%!!!🎉

📊Which manager was voted on the most?! Pt. 1 [Ratioed]📊

40. Club President – 8 votes 39. Mint Supervisor – 10 votes 38. Director of Land Acqusition – 11 votes 37. Director of Public Affairs – 12 votes 36. Case Manager – 13 votes 35. Derrick Hand – 14 votes 34. Clerk – 16 votes 33. Head Attorney – 20 votes 32. Director of Public Relations – 23 votes 31. Satellite Investors – 26 votes 30. Count Erfit – 38 votes 28. High Roller – 39 votes Litigator – 39 votes 27. Scapegoat – 40 votes 26. Public Relations Representative – 42 votes 25. Redd 'Heir' Wing – 43 votes 24. Factory Foreman – 46 votes 22. Count Erclaim – 48 votes Firestarter – 48 votes 21. Sads the Skelecog – 49 votes 20. Witness Stand-In – 51 votes 18. Major Player – 52 votes Plutocrat – 52 votes 17. Witch Hunter – 54 votes 16. Derrick Man – 57 votes 15. Gatekeeper – 58 votes 14. Mouthpiece – 60 votes 12. Rainmaker – 61 votes Treekiller – 61 votes 11. Pacesetter – 70 votes 10. Featherbedder – 74 votes 9. Land Acquisition Architect – 77 votes 8. Prethinker – 80 votes 7. Stenographer – 84 votes 6. Director of Land Development – 86 votes 5. Deep Diver – 87 votes 4. Chainsaw Consultant – 88 votes 3. Bellringer – 89 votes 2. Duck Shuffler – 90 votes

🎉1. Multislacker – 92 votes!!!🎉

Pt. 2 [No Ratio]

40. Club President – 13 votes 39. Director of Land Acquisition – 14 votes 38. Derrick Hand – 16 votes 37. Case Manager – 17 votes 36. Director of Public Affairs – 21 votes 35. Mint Supervisor – 22 votes 34. Clerk – 23 votes 33. Head Attorney – 24 votes 31. Director of Public Relations – 35 votes Satellite Investors – 35 votes 30. High Roller – 62 votes 29. Scapegoat – 67 votes 28. Factory Foreman – 88 votes 27. Sads the Skelecog – 91 votes 25. Public Relations Representative – 92 votes Redd 'Heir Wing' – 92 votes 23. Firestarter – 93 votes Witness Stand-In – 93 votes 22. Director of Land Development – 95 votes 21. Prethinker – 97 votes 19. Major Player – 99 votes Rainmaker – 99 votes 18. Mouthpiece – 100 votes 17. Featherbedder – 101 votes 16. Witch Hunter – 103 votes 15. Count Erfit – 106 votes 14. Bellringer – 108 votes 13. Deep Diver – 113 votes 12. Land Acquisition Architect – 118 votes 11. Derrick Man – 120 votes 10. Stenographer – 121 votes 9. Count Erclaim – 122 votes 8. Litigator – 125 votes 7. Gatekeeper – 127 votes 6. Plutocrat – 133 votes 5. Multislacker – 142 votes 4. Chainsaw Consultant – 148 votes 3. Pacesetter – 172 votes 2. Duck Shuffler – 189 votes

🎉1. Treekiller – 194 votes!!!🎉

📢Whose fans were the most dedicated?! [# of reblogs or replies with tags supporting said manager]📢

32. Clerk – 0 reblogs Deep Diver – 0 reblogs Derrick Hand – 0 reblogs Director of Land Acquisition – 0 reblogs Director of Public Relations – 0 reblogs Head Attorney – 0 reblogs Prethinker – 0 reblogs Stenographer – 0 reblogs 28. Bellringer – 1 reblog Case Manager – 1 reblog Director of Land Development – 1 reblog Featherbedder – 1 reblog Mouthpiece – 1 reblog 22. High Roller – 2 reblogs Mint Supervisor – 2 reblogs Pacesetter – 2 reblogs Rainmaker – 2 reblogs Satellite Investors – 2 reblogs Witch Hunter – 2 reblogs 16. Chainsaw Consultant – 3 reblogs Club President – 3 reblogs Duck Shuffler – 3 reblogs Gatekeeper – 3 reblogs Major Player – 3 reblogs Multislacker – 3 reblogs 13. Director of Public Affairs – 4 reblogs Firestarter – 4 reblogs Sads the Skelecog – 4 reblogs 12. Land Acquisition Architect – 5 reblogs 10. Litigator – 6 reblogs Scapegoat – 6 reblogs 8. Factory Foreman – 7 reblogs Witness Stand-In – 7 reblogs 7. Derrick Man – 8 reblogs 6. Redd 'Heir' Wing – 9 reblogs 5. Public Relations Representative – 10 reblogs 4. Plutocrat – 12 reblogs 3. Count Erclaim – 13 reblogs 2. Treekiller – 14 reblogs

🎉1. Count Erfit – 22 reblogs!!!🎉

So, did any of the rankings shock you? I hope you enjoy all these numbers!! Hopefully it will curb the wait for the polls to finish ^3^

Calculations provided courtesy of the Prethinker...

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