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rikki-tiki-tavi · 11 months
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Hard to take a picture of the light glinting off my piercings thru my shirt when my arms r so small and theres a chance someone could come in at any time 🙈🙈
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moonywritez6 · 3 months
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Kinktober Day 9 Lactation (Reupload)
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Character: Dad Mammon x Mom Reader 
Reader: Fem Reader!
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, small breeding kink, whiney Mammon, unprotected sex, harsh language, tit fucking, breast milk, pet names (Mamma, daddy, honey, etc.),
Wc: 3,298
A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!
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"Hey, now be gentle, S/n!" You whined, feeling your son's tiny teeth starting to nibble against your sore nipple, his bright and innocent eyes looking right up at you. You smile, letting out a small coo as you playfully boop his nose. "You're so lucky you have your daddy's eyes~ I can never stay mad at you~" You gushed, a giggle escaping when S/n reached one of his grubby little hands towards your finger, carefully gripping the digit between his chubby flesh. Your happy thoughts are stopped when a dark and menacing aura emerges from the other side of the baby. You let your eyes travel over to the pouting face of your loving and childish husband, who rocked back and forth in one of the rocking chairs as he quietly chewed on his thumb. 
"What's up with you? You're going to upset the baby." You grumble, giving your husband a slight glare as your son squirms in your arms. Mammon scoffs, turning his head away from you, the pout still evident on his face. "He's hogging you all to himself." He growls. It wasn't like Mammon hated his son.
On the contrary, he absolutely adored the little bundle that was a perfect mix between you and him. When you told him you were pregnant, he felt so much joy that he ran around the entire devildom, bragging to anyone he could while buying all sorts of baby items for boys and girls, not caring what it would be as long as it was healthy. However, there was one thing the avatar of greed failed to consider. Having to share his precious wife is the one thing his greedy mind could never handle. 
After hearing his words, you roll your eyes at such a childish reason for your husband's sour mood. "Honestly, Mammon, you're ridiculous!" You huffed before turning your attention back to your son, watching as his eyes slowly started to close, indicating that it was time for a nap. You let out a few small hums, allowing him to finish getting his fill for the day. On the other hand, Mammon stared deeply at your tired expression, the bags under your eyes becoming more noticeable by the day, along with your messy hair and baggy clothes. He didn't mind you not dressing up because it just meant that no other guy would be eyeing you with their lustful gazes. The demon's eyes soon fall on your breasts, having grown immensely since your pregnancy, each mound filled with your precious milk. Mammon recalls a conversation with his brother Beelzebub a few days ago.
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The two watched you from across the living room, feeding your hungry son, who happily latched onto one of your swollen mounds. "I wonder how it tastes…" Beelzebub mumbled without thinking as he stared longingly at your form, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, eyes hungrily taking in your exposed flesh. Mammon growled at his brother's words, shooting him a warning glare as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Watch it, Beel! I'll kill you, dammit." Your husband growled, feeling possessive of his human wife. Beelzebub puts a hand up in self-defense, his hungry gaze leaving you to look at his brother. "Sorry, I can't help myself." The avatar of gluttony mumbles his stomach, rumbling loudly, causing your baby to pull away with a loud cry. 
Mammon quickly looked your way, his eyes catching the brief glimpse of your exposed nipple. His pupils dilate when he takes in the perked nipple, the tiny bite marks from your son's incoming teeth engraved into the tender skin. To his dismay, you quickly cover up as you try to comfort your son while giving Beelzebub an understanding smile as the demon panics while trying to calm his nephew down. Your husband stood there, bangs falling in his face as he went and licked his lips, a new greedy thought appearing in his selfish mind. 
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You let out a small sigh as you exit your son's room, Mammon close behind as he carefully shuts the door. "You look exhausted, mamma~" The demon cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he nuzzled into your neck, leaving a few tender kisses. You relax at the feeling, leaning closer into his chest as his hands carefully rub up and down your sides, a content hum leaving your lips. "I am tired. I love my cute little S/n, but he just won't sleep properly, not to mention he's been teething a lot more lately, so I haven't been able to feed him properly." You sigh, tossing your head to the side when you feel Mammon's tongue trail up your neck as he places a few kisses against your jaw. 
He lets out a slight hum at your words, raising a brow in curiosity as he looks up at you while resting his chin on your shoulder. "I have noticed the little rascal leaving more bite marks on me, but what do you mean you haven't been able to feed him properly?" His eyes trail down to the top of your low-cut shirt, your cleavage highly exposed as the shirt desperately clings to the flesh. Your husband enjoys the view as he backs his lower half away from you, feeling his pants getting tighter at the sight. You blush slightly while glancing in both directions of the hallway, causing the demon to grow even more curious at what you could say. You motion for him to come closer as you whisper in his ear. "Because of his teeth, it hurts too much when he's feeding, and I haven't had time to buy a pump yet." Your words cause Mammon to frown, not understanding what you meant. Seeing this, you bite your lip as you debate, telling your husband more before letting out a small sigh. "My breasts are full, and it's becoming painful, so I need to buy a pump to get the milk out and give it to S/n in a bottle." You mumbled, ears turning red from embarrassment. 
Mammon takes a second to process your words, his eyes going wide once everything clicks before a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Oh? Is that right?" He teasingly sings, his hands slowly making their way up your torso. You give a silent nod, too embarrassed to say anything else. "My poor wife~" Mammon playfully cries before his hands lightly grope at your swollen breasts, earning a loud gasp from you, your smaller hands shooting up to push him away from the sensitive flesh. "M-Mammon! Stop it!" You hiss, shooting at him with a warning glare, to which he just smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He doesn't budge as he lightly massages your breasts in the hallway, not caring for anyone who could stumble upon his shameless act. 
You let out a small moan from your husband's movements before feeling your shirt dampen, causing your eyes to widen as you tried to push him away again. "Come on, if you don't stop, you will ruin my top!" You whined, trying to devise any excuse to escape the embarrassing position. Mammon's fingers came to a quick halt when they pressed against the now wet fabric, his eyes narrowing as he looked over your shoulder, seeing the two soaked spots where each nipple sat. "Y/n…is that what I think it is?" His tone is deep as he whispers into your ear, teeth lightly grazing the skin, sending a shiver throughout your body. He hums at your silence, his fingers teasingly pinching at the leaking buds, making your back arch as your knees give out. Mammon is quick to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lets out an amused chuckle that slightly echoes throughout the hall. 
"Let me help you out mamma~ Your husband has been feeling extra greedy lately~" He cooed before sweeping you up his legs and taking him as fast as they could to your shared bedroom. Once inside, the avatar of greed couldn't keep his hands off you as he sat you on the edge of the bed. "You're such a good mamma, baby~" He moaned as he slowly sucked on one of your clothed breasts, his tongue lightly tasting the milk that had seeped through. You whine at the sudden feeling, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle your weak moans. Mammon sucks at the spot for a few more seconds before moving to the other, leaving darker wet spots. "Is this helping baby? Does it feel any better?" Your eyes soften at how sweet his tone is as you carefully caress the back of his head, earning a slight hum as he glances up at your lips, still sucking on the soaked fabric. 
"I don't like the feeling of the fabric." You confess, cheeks pink as you look into his eyes. He pulls away carefully, standing up from his kneeled position, body now looming over yours. "Raise your hands, baby." You do as told, hissing when he starts pulling the fabric off. He shushes you, giving a small kiss to your forehead before taking a step back, multicolor eyes taking in the sight of your swollen tits, a ball of saliva struggling to get down his throat as he tosses the shirt to the side. He caresses your cheek while lightly trailing his fingers across each mound. "Such a good wife just for me." He growls, loving how you were letting him toy with your chest as he goes and scoots you further onto the bed. Once he thought you were positioned far enough, he quickly pinned you, watching your breasts bounce around. 
Before you know it, he hungrily takes one into his mouth while one hand carefully squeezes at the other to relieve himself. You whimper at the sudden feeling as you grip the sheets. Mammon lets out a shaky moan when his mouth fills with the milk from your sensitive bud, his taste buds going insane over the new flavor. 'She was keeping this from me this whole time. What a naughty wife.' He thought, glancing up to see the cute face of his lover, all red, your lips slightly parted as shaky breaths filled his ears. He pulls away with a small pop, his tongue darting to lick at any leaked milk. "So tasty your milk is so fucking good, baby~" He moaned, cheeks flushed while caressing your cheek. 
"P-please suck on the other one…" You shyly pant, wanting the painful feeling to go away. Smiling at your request, Mammon hovers over your other mound, his mouth open as he carefully squeezes the flesh with one hand. You watch as the white liquid shoots out onto his tongue, causing your insides to feel warm as you lightly press your legs together. Mammon continues his assault on your tender flesh, unable to get enough of your sweet taste. "Fuck… can't wait to brag to Beel about your sweet tits." He growls against the flesh, his greed showing as he refuses to remove his lips when he feels your hand push at his head. You whine at the feeling of your breasts being toyed with as Mammon tries to suck them dry. "M-Mammon honey, you're doing too much! They're really sensitive." You whined, trying to pull your husband from his greed. 
Unfortunately, he was too far gone as he pulled away from your sore nipple, watching the swollen bud glisten with spit, his breathing heavy and eyes clouded with lust. "Hey baby…let me fuck them." He breathes as he pulls his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection dripping with precum. You look up at him in a daze, still trying to recover from the pleasure and relief your poor tits were experiencing all at once. "W-what?" You breathe, trying to prop yourself up with an elbow, only for your husband to push you back down, straddling your torso as he slowly pumps his cock. He looks at you hungrily while licking his lips, giving his stupid grin whenever he knows he will get what he wants no matter what. 
"Let me fuck your tits, babe; I wanna see just how swollen they are~" He sings while sliding his cock between your breasts, both hands squeezing the mounds together as he starts moving his hips, tossing his head back in pleasure. A shaky growl escapes his throat, followed by a loud laugh. "Fuck baby, your breasts are suffocating my cock~ Just look at it disappearing~" He moaned, completely taken over by lust as his thrusts started picking up. You whine, eyes watching as his leaking tip pokes out at your face, a line of precum beginning to provide a lubricant between your mounds. "Mm, that's right, mamma keep watching~ open that pretty mouth for me, yeah?" He growls, squeezing at your tits and watching them leak under his hands. "Fuck." He cursed, his eyes trailing to your pretty lips as he watched you slowly stick your tongue out to lick the tip as it poked back at you, earning a slight hiss from the demon. "Don't tease." He scolds a slight pout on his lips before bucking his hips forward, this time more aggressively as he goes and shoves his cock deep into your mouth, causing a small, muffled squeak to leave your lips. 
"That's right, baby…fuck so good. You're so fucking sexy." He whined while bringing a hand up to his mouth, licking at the milk, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, thrusts becoming sloppier. You just watched him as his cock slipped in and out of your mouth, your pussy dripping with arousal from this sudden change in your husband's behavior. Usually, he was never this horny in bed, but after having tasted the precious milk, his son had been hogging for the last few months, there was no stopping him. Mammon's chest heaves as he cups both your cheeks, a fucked-out expression on his face. "I'm gonna cum all over your sexy tits, my sexy wife~ So watch me, okay? Otherwise, I'll be so upset~" He whines, pulling his cock from your mouth to give it a few more pumps before biting his lip as his hips buck forward, white strands of semen spraying all over your messy breasts. 
Mammon sits there, eyes lidded as he looks down at you, his mind all fuzzy from having reached his release. You look up at him, eyes wide in awe as you take in the beautiful sight before you. "Mammon… you're so handsome." You whisper, unable to take your eyes off your demon husband as his chest rises and falls, mouth parted. He looks down at you, cheeks red and eyes practically hearts. "Hmm?~ I'm handsome, yeah?" He purrs, a hand sliding behind him as he reaches into your pants, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your slick eyes widening. He looked back to make sure he wasn't imagining it due to his fuzzy mind as he went and slipped a finger into your pussy with ease, the wet noises echoing throughout the room. 
"Fuck Y/n… you're so wet just from me sucking and fucking your tits? Have I been neglecting my beautiful wife?" He coos, slipping another finger inside, watching your expression change as you squirm under his weight. "N-No, just been so busy with S/n…ah~ that I just haven't had any time for t-this!" You cry, feeling Mammon's fingers curl inside, barely brushing against that spot he knows will drive you crazy. A pout falls on his face as he shakes his head, letting out a few disappointed tuts. "That's not good, baby! Why didn't you tell me I would've taken care of you sooner!" He scolded while pumping his half-hard cock, feeling himself more turned on the longer he stared at your cum covered tits. You whine as you try to arch yourself off the bed to no avail because your husband's weight is still on top of you. 
"M-mammon honey, please!" You beg, reaching a hand up to him, watching as he lightly bit a finger, his eyes locked with yours. "I-I want you deep inside me before it's too late!" You cry, tears forming in your eyes due to your desperation. Mammon smirks, quickly changing his position as he spreads your legs apart, watching your slick drip onto the sheets. "So, fucking filthy baby…just how I love you~" He chuckles before quickly slipping his cock into your needy pussy, watching as your back arched while you gripped the sheets, a loud moan leaving your lips. Mammon hums his hips, moving at an inhuman pace as he relishes in the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his aching length. "Fuck! Fuck so good, baby~ Your pussy is amazing!" He cries, his eyes landing back on your tits, watching them leak with each bounce. 
"So fucking sexy…just look at them leaking~" He laughs while wrapping an arm around your back, quickly lifting your upper half as he had you sit on his lap, hands grasping your hips so tight they'd leave bruises later. He hums, wrapping his lips around a sensitive mound, body shaking as he lets out multiple whines cock still pounding into your abused hole. "Want all of it… it's all mine, dammit!" The last part came out as a possessive growl as he lightly pulled the bud between his teeth, causing a small scream to leave your lips. "S-such a greedy demon…this is for S/n." You scold lightly, hitting him on the head. Mammon growls as he kisses your lips, his tongue invading every inch of your mouth. 
"That's right, I'm your greedy husband~ So. Fucking. Greedy!" He emphasizes the last three words, the feeling of his cock hitting the entrance to your womb each time. A few cries leave your lips as you sloppily kiss his neck, leaving minor bruises wherever possible. Mammon hums, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels your walls clench around him. "Are you getting close, baby? Are you going to cum for the daddy of your baby?" He growls, his grip tightening as he gets ready to firmly press your hips down. He glances at your breasts, his cock twitching with excitement. "Fuck they bounce so good I just can't get enough!" He whined, leaving a few kisses on your lips, unable to handle anymore as he pushed deep inside you. "M-mammon! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum from your cock so deep inside me!" You cry, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mammon smiles, loving how you cried out from his cock as he went to whisper in your ear. 
"Maybe I should make you pregnant again, huh? Keep your tits nice and full for daddy and the kids~" His words have you cumming, hard eyes rolling far back into your head as he shoots his release deep into your womb, letting out a pathetic whine as he kisses your breasts. 
"I'll make you a mama forever~"
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Mammon hummed happily as he rocked back and forth in the chair, his aura pure and blinding as he watched his beautiful wife feed their son. "S/n mamma, is such a wonderful woman, right?" He gushed to the baby, who looked at him with no thoughts behind those innocent eyes. You roll your eyes, a slight blush on your cheeks as you carefully fix your top when your son finishes his fill. "There, there S/n! Don't listen to daddy, he's an idiot!" You scold while patting your son's back, ready for him to burp. Mammon pouts at your words before his eyes land on your breasts; his mind starts to wander into dark territory before your son throwing up catches his ears. 
"DON'T WASTE IT!"
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faerunnn · 6 months
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Hello, so i am back. With something a lil angsty, a lil fluffy. You guys should know the drill by now. Please let me know your thoughts :D
Astarion x Fem!Reader
Wordcount: 2464
It has been quite some time since the battle of Baldur's Gate. You all went your separate ways, occasionally catching up with one another but as time and lives went on, slowly drifting more apart. Everyone was slowly finding the lives they wanted to live. Some moved away from the city, wanting to forget it all. Some stayed around. Including you. Baldur's gate was the only place you ever truly was able to call home. And while your wanderlust had taken you to many places, you always found your way back to the city. 
You sometimes wondered how the others were doing. Wandering what could have been, wondering what was never meant to be. You miss your old companions sometimes. But their happiness was what kept you smiling when thinking back on your adventures. There was barely any room for heartache when everyone got what they wanted. Everyone but you. 
After the battle against the Elder brain you and Astarion never fully established what it was that the two of you had. The connection that was shared. There was something there, for sure. But the both of you being too stubborn to talk about it, acknowledge it. That same stubbornness led to the both of you drifting apart. Slowly but surely, until you stopped hoping that he might show up at your doorstep. Stopped visiting his place, stopped meeting at the usual spots. Your pride got in the way of your happiness, once again. The one time you felt like you truly had met your equal. A ‘’soulmate’’, if those were even real. You beat yourself up about for a while, until time got in the way. 
It has been over a year since you last saw each other. And it wasn't until tonight that you went back to one of the taverns you and your companions would occasionally meet to catch up. You rather not go there but some of your co-workers insisted you’d tag along for a drink after a very long work day. And it had been a long day indeed. You wanted to just go home, take a bath and curl up in your sheets and sleep for days. But one drink couldn't hurt, right? 
The party all gathered outside of the office and you all walked toward the familiar pub. A whiff of alcohol and sweat already hit your nose as you got closer. It must be a busy night. Maybe a famous bard was playing tonight. The music did sound quite lovely opposed to other nights of horrible out of tune lutes being played inside the tavern walls. You all gathered a small table in the corner of the main hall, scooting closer together and just catching up on life while enjoying a somewhat decent drink. The drinks have never been great here, but that somehow made you feel even more nostalgic of the many tears, laughs and memories shared in this space. You wondered if there was a way to get everyone back here sometime soon. 
‘’So,’’ one of your male co-workers turned to you. ‘’What is it truly like being the hero of Baldur's gate?” A small smirk present on his lips and a playful look swirling in his eyes. All of your co-workers knew this was a topic you’d rather not talk about. Not because you're ashamed, but there was no need to brag about all the lives it had cost to save the city, guilty or innocent. You swallowed and gave him a tight smile before taking a rather large gulp of your drink. The alcohol is now slowly starting to kick in. 
‘’Well, I suppose it is.. Flattering. I wouldn't consider myself a hero. But i am glad the city is somewhat safe again.’’ you said. Not really wanting to dig deep into the topic at all, even if you were slowly starting to feel more tipsy.
‘’Oh, come on! There must be something to tell. What about the tadpole? You were supposed to be dead, respectfully.’’ he carefully said. 
‘’Yes, I was. But I am glad I am not. Though I wouldn't recommend anyone carrying a worm inside their head, it did save my life in a way. The experience itself was rather unusual, I suppose. I don't think there's anything I can compare it to.’’ as you start talking you hear a bit more commotion on the other side of the room. But from your angle you can't tell what's going on. Probably another tavern fight between two drunk sailors. Wouldn't be the first time. After a quick glance that way you quickly return to your conversation. 
‘’What about your companions? Do you still see them?’’ A female co-worker asked you nervously. 
‘’Uhm, we uhm. We occasionally see each other yes.’’ Not a complete lie. But these people didn't need to know the whole truth. ‘’Does anyone want another drink?’’ you quickly ask before any more questions on the topic could arise. You get up from the table and walk up to the bar to order another round for the whole table. Your last, you decided. It has been a long day and sleep was going to creep up on you soon. You look back at your colleagues while you wait and reminisce about the times that table was filled with your companions instead. 
After a short while you take the drinks back to the table and join in on the conversation that had been started while you were gone when all of a sudden the commotion rose again. But this time it was loud, and people started getting out of the way.  It was then that you noticed it was indeed a fight. While you were about to roll your eyes and take a big gulp of your drink you recognized a certain mop of white hair and pointy ears. Oh god. Your eyes widened. Your body froze. It was him. Fighting an orc almost twice his size.. In the middle of a tavern. He was wearing an all black outfit, which looked almost too good on his body. A dagger held to the neck of the orc as he held him in place. Reminding you of the time the two of you had met. He really hasn't changed much. 
You got up from where you were sitting and got a little closer to the situation, trying to blend in with the crowd whilst figuring out what the hell had happened. You saw coins scattered on the table, drinks that once had been in tankards spilled over the floor and chairs. 
‘’You better watch your damn mouth around here, elf.’’ The orc said. Trying to push himself back to his feet. ‘’Others might not show you the same mercy.’’ as he pushed Astarion from his frame, he got up. Gathered some of his coins and turned around to leave. Whilst Astarion did the same. You looked back at your colleagues and they were too caught up in their own conversations to notice you left the table again. You made a split decision, not even really thinking while your legs just carried you out of the tavern the same way he left. 
He was already well out in the street again while the darkness of the night was about to lure him back into the shadows. You almost panicked, you didn't even know what you were going to say to him once you confronted him with your presence. You just let your feet carry you.
The weather had changed from a somewhat chilly afternoon to a rainy evening. Making your vision even worse. You kept on walking until you reached a crossroads. He has slipped from your vision, unknown which turn he had made, you looked around once more. Hoping to catch a glimpse of his frame. Alas, he was gone. You sighed in defeat as you wanted to turn back around, making your way back to the tavern. Coming up with an excuse as to why your clothes and hair are drenched. A small tear slipped from your eye, blending in perfectly with the raindrops that had been collecting on your cheeks. You looked down at your clothes, now completely soaked. But you didn't care anymore. Something in you stirred. A feeling you had buried deep within the depths of your heart. A flame reigniting slowly. Love. a feeling you had not felt in a while. Even only seeing him, so briefly, it brought everything back up. You looked up into the sky, closed your eyes and took a deep breath before finally turning around, walking back. Maybe you needed this. A very cruel way of the universe telling you to let him go. Fully letting him go. No more small hopes, no more wishing he would magically be on your doorstep. He slipped from your grasp tonight. Maybe rekindling was never an option to begin with.
You took a few steps back toward the tavern, hands wrapped around your own body to somewhat comfort yourself in a way. No more tears were going to be shed on the topic. It had been too long. You deserved happiness, peace. You had fought your battles. And now it was time to find your place in this life. 
‘’What's a lady like yourself doing alone on the streets at this hour?’’ a creepy voice behind you said all of a sudden. You quickly froze, and looked around. Trying to find the body that matched the voice. You found none. You quickly tried to make your way back to the tavern but realized it would still be quite the distance. And with the rain clouding your vision, you didn't really know if you were walking in the right direction. Panic rushed through your body as you tried to make out which way to go, not wanting to get lost. Suddenly a hand made its way around your waist. Roughly pulling your body into a  much larger frame. You tried to get yourself out of the grasp of the stranger but you were unable to, he was too strong. You looked over your shoulder and recognised him. It was the orc from the tavern fight. 
‘’This is a dangerous place for someone like you, you know. I should bring you somewhere safe.’’ he said, getting awfully close to your neck. He held you in a tight embrace, there was no way to get out of his grasp. ‘’I know just the place to treat a nice lady like yourself exactly the way she deserves to be treated. All the things i am going to do to yo–’’ He couldn't finish his sentence, as he started sputtering and coughing up blood. Covering your clothes and hair in drops of his bodily liquids as his body went limp behind you, you quickly got out of his grasp and stumbled forward when your foot got caught on a piece of cobblestone. You stumbled forward and cried out when your body hit the ground, hard. You took a quick peek over your shoulder whilst crawling away and saw the orcs body lay there, lifeless and cold.  A tall frame looming over his body. The figure then bent down and retrieved a dagger from the orcs neck. He wiped it clean on his clothes and slit it back into the sheath on his belt. You were terrified. You see the frame walking closer toward you as you try to get up and run away again. There were times where murder didn't bother you. But that life was in your past now. This was not the reality you wanted to live out anymore. Too much blood had been shed by your hands. 
As you were trying to regain your balance you noticed that your wrist had taken too much of your weight when you fell. You didn't know if it was broken or just badly sprained, but it hurt like hell either way. The frame got closer to you and that's when you noticed. 
The white hair, pale skin. Red eyes that had never been more aflame than they were in this moment. It was Astarion. He saved your life. You gasped when he was close enough to fully be in your vision. The very dim street lights are not doing him justice. He had never looked more beautiful than he did in this moment. His curly hair now sticking to his face from the rain, concern in his eyes. You both stared at each other in silence for a moment before you took a step toward him and pulled him into your frame. A soft sob leaving your lips as you felt him slowly wrap his arms around you, pulling you so close, like he was never going to let you go again. 
‘’I’m sorry.’’ he said softly after staying in the moment for a while. You look up at him in confusion. ‘’I am sorry that I didn't try hard enough. I am sorry that I never really told you how I felt. I am sorry that–’’ before he could even continue his unnecessary apologies you kissed him. Softly, so tenderly. Hands cupping his cheeks. He was taken aback by your action but quickly melted into the kiss. A hand going up to the back of your neck, one lingering on your lower back. You pull back from him for a second and look into his eyes, trying to see if there's any form of hesitation in his stare. But there isn't. 
‘’You don't have to say sorry. If anyone has to apologize it is me. I should've told you how I felt. I should've made the effort too. I guess this is on both of us. But I want you to know there has not been a day where I haven't thought about you.’’ you say. ‘’There are many things that have stopped me in the past. Many things I feared. But I am done being scared.’’ 
You look into his eyes. A small smile crept on his lips while you were talking. One you have missed so much, one you had been hoping to see every day for the past year. But fear has gotten the best of you. Your ego being too fragile, too weak. A small young girl, frightened of abandonment, had been making decisions in your life to make the risk as small as possible. But you were done with being afraid. You would rather risk the fear than live the rest of your days alone. 
Astarion pulled you close again and placed a small kiss on your forehead. 
‘’This is where our future begins.’’ 
And it was then that you fully realized, he is more of yourself than you are. Whatever our souls are made of, his and yours were the same.
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babydollmarauders · 1 year
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FOUR)
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notes: i got a couple of these pictures from @/sholden43 on twitter! so creds to her for pics 2 & 5!!
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y/ndevils00 hello and welcome back to y/n’s post-game web show!
i’m so happy to announce that njdevils clinched!! LET’S GO, BABY!!
to get us on the scoreboard, we had a goal by the amazing, the talented, the ‘leaves his socks on the bathroom floor’, LIL JIZZY!!! now, i’m not one to brag, but THAT’S THE GUY WHO HOGS MY BLANKETS AND I AM SO PROUD! we also have a picture of him side-eyeing me at the bench and then looking directly at me. that’s the face of love, people!
but before that goal could take place, maraschino cherry got put in timeout. BOO!! but don’t worry guys, he was given a stern talking to during intermission! he told me he’s gonna be a good boy now!
immediately after marinara’s sin bin placement, my favorite dilh was the victim of a giant toddler attack 😡 but rest assured, bradytkachuk was put in the naughty boy box as well! which is what led to my spectacular boyfie’s goal!
not long after that goal, woodchuck had a fight with said giant toddler… he did not win.
then, my bestest friend, brattman scored the third goal of the night! i rewarded him with the biggest and bestest hug i had to offer during 2nd intermission!
following that, dawson’s creek hit ‘em with a one timer that knocked their pads off! he was rewarded with a pat on the head! i, however, did not get a picture of him because he was hiding from my camera… he’s spending too much time with jackson.
in the final period, ham sammich taught the senators how to dougie! LET’S GO! happy for you douglas!
and to close the game, we had an empty net goal by my father that is not my father; TATAR SAUCE!
overall, i am so proud of the effort put forth from my team that i put together myself and pay out of pocket to entertain me! let’s go to the playoffs boys!
tagged: jackhughes, john.marino97, sharangovich17, miles.wood44, jesperbratt, dougieham, tomastatar90, and njdevils
jackhughes i appreciate the sentiments, but did you really have to call me out like that?
y/ndevils00 it’s for the plot babe!
jackhughes i’m 99% sure that’s not what that means
y/ndevils00 and i’m 100% sure that you’re a loser
trevorzegras stop flirting it’s gross
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras ariana, what are you doing here?!
jackhughes that’s actually the look of someone who did not like when you started cheering “go lil jizzy, get a hat trick you coward!”
y/ndevils00 it’s called tough love
jackhughes i think i prefer the love you give me at home
y/ndevils00 noted. can’t promise your suggestion will be put to use
john.marino97 once again, y/n’s “talking to” was not actually a talking to. she hit me in the head with a rolled up newspaper, that i still don’t know where she got, and told me to “pull myself together”
y/ndevils00 well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a bad friend
john.marino97 you’re the worst
y/ndevils00 that’s not what you said last week when i brought you dunkin
miles.wood44 i mean, i thought i won that fight
y/ndevils00 …stick to your crypto
miles.wood44 ouch y/n/n
y/ndevils00 i keep it real on my page, if you can’t handle the heat, block me
y/ndevils00 wait don’t actually! i’m sensitive
dawson1417 she really did pat me on the head. like a dog.
y/ndevils00 cause you got the dog in ya!
dawson1417 you concern me
y/ndevils00 i’d be worried if i didn’t
tomastatar90 my daughter that is not my daughter!
y/ndevils00 take notes boys, this is someone who accepts me for me!
jesperbratt i got a better hug than hughesy
y/ndevils00 hell yeah, you did!
jackhughes that’s cause i get something better
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes jackson!
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 still not my name
dougieham thank you! but why the full first name?
y/ndevils00 because it’s your name. is it not?
dougieham it is?
y/ndevils00 i rest my case
trevorzegras hughesy is a beast
y/ndevils00 does that make me beauty?
trevorzegras i’m not sure how to answer this without upsetting you
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i hate to tell you this, but you need to find a new best friend. your current one is mean. may i suggest @/jamie.drysdale ? still a duck, just a nicer one
jamie.drysdale did i just get a y/n notice?
trevorzegras stay away from jimbo, you witch!
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shellyshellshell · 8 months
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I Can Fix That: Part Three
Attn: So I’m not trying to come across bragging but I surprised myself with this one yall. I’m not a planner when I write because it just stifles the crap out of me so I go with the flow. It’s a little sad so be forewarned. Didn’t see this chapter going here but I'm happy with it and hope y’all enjoy it too!
Word Count: 2,071
Pairing: Carpenter Sy x Female Neighbor Reader
Summary: You’re embarrassed after your drunken episode but Sy assures you everything is fine. Y’all have supper, he sets you up with everything to start working for him, and then something surprising happens.
Warnings: a bit of a ptsd episode (flashback, night terror), angst
Part One, Part Two
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The next morning you woke to the sound of scratching. “What the-,” you said as you opened your eyes. You were met with the sight of Cookie figuring out her litter box all on her own. “What a good baby,” you mumbled. You weren’t hungover exactly, you’d just slept hard as hell and were definitely feeling it. “Gotta get up,” you grumbled as you threw the covers back. You looked at your phone and saw it was already ten thirty. 
You hobbled over to your dresser and grabbed some pajama bottoms and a baggy T-shirt. You weren’t leaving the house today so fuck it. You sat them on the bed before going to get Cookie some wet food. “There you go, baby girl,” you said, scratching down her back. 
You took a nice hot shower as you tried not to think about what happened the day before. “Ugh… so embarrassing,” you groaned, being unsuccessful. You got done and sat on the bed in your towel relaxing a bit when your phone rang. It was Sy calling to check on you. 
You inhaled deeply. “Hello,” you said. “Morning’ darlin’. How you feelin’?,” he asked. “Embarrassed,” you said honestly. “What for?,” he asked confusedly. “I dunno. Getting drunk like an idiot. Having to have to tend to me because of it. And I think I possibly told you your eyes looked like the ocean but that part is a little fuzzy,” you told him. He laughed heartily. 
“Oh darlin’, you ain’t gotta be embarrassed. You were doin’ so good then your mama dropped a bomb on you. You’re only human sweetheart. And as far as the eyes, you did say that but I’ve heard worse things,” he told you with a laugh. “Uuuugh,” you groaned. “You’re alright little lady. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, okay?,” he said. 
“Alright, I reckon. What you up to today?,” you asked. “Pullin’ up these folks floorboards. House is pretty old and it’s time for replacin’ them,” he said. “Sounds hard,” you told him. “It’s not too bad. I’m just hopin’ the floor joists are still in good shape. If not, we’ll be replacin’ those too. What you gonna do today?,” he said. 
“Well so far I’ve fed Cookie and showered. I guess when we get off the phone I’ll dress and find something to eat. May read some more of my book and of course play with Cookie,” you told him. “You sittin’ there talkin’ on the phone with me in the nude darlin’?,” he teased. “I’ve got a towel on, thank you very much,” you scoffed. “I hear ya,” he laughed. 
“The internet guy is supposed to come tomorrow. As much as I like reading I’m glad. I miss television,” you told him. “Yeah. Gets easy to miss when you’re used to having it,” he replied. You then heard someone talking in the background. “Well darlin’ as bad as hate to I gotta get off here and back to work. I’ll talk to you later,” he said. “Alright then. Have a good day. Be careful in this heat,” you told him. “Always am, sweetheart,” he said before hanging up. 
The rest of the day dragged on into the next and you got your internet hooked up. You spent the day binging movies to pass the time. Wednesday you got another call from Sy. “Hey darlin’. How you doin’ this morning?,” he asked. “I’m doing alright, and you?,” you asked. “Doing pretty good. Going through that midweek slump, ya know?,” he said. “Yeah I get what you mean,” you told him. 
“I was wondering this evening if it would be alright for me to swing by and drop off that stuff from Parker? I’ve got it and your employment paperwork. All that necessary borin’ stuff,” he said. “Yeah that’s fine. You want some supper?,” you asked. “If you got enough for me, I’ll take some supper,” he answered. 
“Of course. You like baked chicken? I was thinking of baking some chicken legs in barbecue sauce. Maybe doing some mac and cheese, green beans, and fried potatoes with them” you replied. “Hell yeah,” he said, causing you to laugh. “Well it’s settled then. What time should I be expecting you?,” you asked. “Maybe around six or so,” he replied. 
“Sounds good,” you told him. “I’m gonna get off here sweetheart. I’ll see you later,” he said. “See you later,” you replied. You meddled about until about four then got in the kitchen. You always homemade your barbecue sauce so you did that first, then got the chicken set to cook. 
It was 6:15 by time Sy was coming through your door and you’d just gotten everything dished up and sat on the table. “Damn, it smells amazin’ in here,” he said as soon as he came in the door. “Well hopefully it tastes good,” you replied with a laugh. “If it’s anything like that last meal I know it does. I’m just gonna set these papers down here on the end of the table darlin.’ I’m not gonna be able to think about nothin’ else until I get some of this food,” he said. 
Sy ate heartily. “Shit. That was delicious. You’re gonna have me spoiled with all this good cookin’ sweetheart,” he said leaning back in the chair. “Well you’re welcome anytime. It’s kinda easier cooking for two than just one anyway. Plus you’re good company,” you told him. He smiled softly. “Let me get you these papers. They’re just tax stuff and your contract. Then that box is all my old documents. Parker has the paper stuff and a flash drive in there with everything all organized,” he said. 
You filled out everything necessary then stuck it back in the folder for him. “Well boss, I guess I’ll start sorting though all that tomorrow,” you said pointing to the box. “That’s fine, darlin’ whenever you’re ready,” he replied. “I have cherry pie for dessert. If you want some,” you told him. “Oh? I dunno if I left room for dessert sweetheart,” he laughed. “I’ll make sure to send some home with you,” you said with a smile. 
“You ever get done ripping that floor up?,” you asked, making conversation. “Got one bathroom left but I’m gonna get to that tomorrow and the guys’ll start laying the floor on the other side of the house while I do that,” he said. “That’s good,” you commented. You two chatted a bit more before you cut half the pie and put it in a Tupperware for Sy. 
“You sure you wanna split it with me darlin’?,” he asked referring to the pie. “Yeah I’ll never eat it all myself,” you replied. “Well, thank you, and thanks for the supper. I reckon I’m gonna head on home. Six o’clock is gonna be here before we know it,” he said. “You’re welcome. Be careful,” you said as you walked him to the door. “Always am,” he said with a grin before heading back home. 
You were sleeping soundly when you were awoken by frantic banging on your front door. You jumped up and ran so quickly that you left your crutches behind. You flung the front door open and saw Sy standing there panting, barefoot in a tank top and sleep shorts. “Sy, what’s wrong?,” you asked. 
“My dog. Have you seen my dog?,” he said coming into your house. “Did Aika get loose?,” you asked. He began pacing back and forth up the entryway. “Aika? No. Caroline. She was right by me when I went to sleep and when I woke up-,” he trailed off. At first you were confused because Sy only had one dog. He stood with his back to the wall breathing still heavy. When you looked into his eyes you realized he wasn’t truly there with you. 
He almost looked as if he was still asleep or somewhere far away perhaps. “It’s not safe here. I’ve gotta get you outta here. I’ve gotta get you outta here,” he said, reaching for you. “Sy, it’s fine. We’re safe,” you said. He shook his head. You hobbled to turn the light on and went back to him. “Look at me. Look at where we are,” you said, holding his face between your hands. His eyes darted around. 
His breathing slowly steadied. “Sweetheart?,” he questioned. He ran his hands down your arms then let them rest on your waist. “It’s me. I’m right here. We’re safe,” you said soothingly. “I’m sorry I-,” he choked. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize,” you said as your wrapped your arms around him. 
He held onto you as if you’d disappear before sliding down the wall, taking you with him. You sat there on his lap as he sobbed into the front of your shirt. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears with him, his sobs making your heart ache. At that moment you wished you could take whatever was hurting him away. 
You held the side of his face with one hand as you ran your other up and down his back. He breathed out shakily before leaning back to look at you. You reached up and wiped the tears from his face. “You wanna talk about it?,” you asked softly. 
“When I was deployed, there was this time I got separated from my troop aside from my dog, Caroline. I’d had her with me for two years. I was hiding until they could come back for me or until I could make my way back. One night we went to sleep and when I woke up she was just gone. She was all I had and then just like that… I was right back there darlin’ but this time you were there in the middle of the desert and I had to get you outta there. It wasn’t safe.  Angels don’t belong out in the middle of a war zone,” he confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“I haven’t had an episode like that in over a year. I got help for them and everything so I thought they were gone. I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispered. “I’m alright, Sy, but what’s important is that you’re alright” you told him. “I’m gonna be okay, sweetheart,” he said. You continued wiping his face as a few more tears fell. “I’m sorry you went through that, Sy. I can’t imagine what all you’ve been through,” you told him softly. 
He held you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. You could still feel his heart pounding. The two of you sat like that for awhile. You were fine to sit there as long as he needed. 
“Little darlin’ where’s your crutches?,” Sy asked suddenly. “I ran up outta the bed without them”, you admitted. “Hmm. Could’ve hurt yourself sweetheart,” he said. “At the time I didn’t even think, I just ran. I knew it was you on the other side of the door. I had to come,” you told him. “That’s exactly how I felt the day you fell through the step. Damn near didn’t even turn the mower off”, he replied. 
Sy leaned back and looked into your eyes. There was something unspoken in them that you seemed to feel yourself. Something you understood but weren’t sure that you were ready to admit. 
“Thank you,” he rasped. “For what?,” you asked. “Takin’ care of me. You didn’t have to,” he said. “Yes I did,” you replied. His gaze was so intense upon you, you couldn’t breathe. He leaned in closer. “Sy,” you whispered. “What is it darlin?,’ he said, caressing your face. “You don’t wanna do this with me. What if I hurt you? With everything I’ve been through recently, I’m- me and my heart, there’s so much damage,” you told him. “I can fix that,” he whispered before putting his lips to yours. 
He kissed you slowly, then letting the kiss grow in intensity. You could hear your heart pounding inside your ears when he pulled away. “Do you trust me?,” he asked. You nodded as your hands clung to the back of his shirt. “Then let me love you darlin’. Let me love you right. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. In my heart I know you’d never hurt me,” he breathed. 
“Alright,” you said breathlessly. “Yeah?,” he questioned. “Yeah,” you nodded before he kissed you once more. 
Part Four
@mrsevans90, @sofiebstar, @kingliam2019
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tango-but-everywhere · 3 months
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Hello TangoTek nation, and welcome to the TangoTek skin tournament!
[Tournament over! Thank you for playing!!]
If I do things wrong keep in mind this is my first tournament I’ve organised ever so be niceys :]
Each round of voting will last a week!
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So if you don’t get that or if you need the alt text, here’s a more in-depth description:
Round 1 will be made up of a total of eight 1v1’s.
Round 2 will be four 1v1’s, based on the winners of round 1.
Round 3 is where it gets a little complicated; another four 1v1’s, this time with the winner of round 2 versus the predicted more popular skins.
Round 4 is the semifinals, two 1v1’s where the winners of round 3 go up against their respective opponents from each half of the bracket.
The finals will be the winners of round 4 against each other, and they’ll win bragging rights. We’re playing for funsies here.
On that note, this is a silly competition about a guy that we (presumably) all like. Keep it civil. We’re having fun. But you guys are pretty good you probably already know all that.
[The winners announcement]
[Bonus silly poll]
Propaganda, bribery and voter fraud all allowed and encouraged!
(yes I’m going to be voting myself ofc I am)
Tagging system - I encourage you to use it too because I want to see it all ^-^. And feel free to tag me I literally do not mind at all.
The tournament tag will be #TangoTekTournament - everything related to this tournament will be under that.
The tag for actual polls, the one and only tag that I ask that you don’t use yourself, will be #TheTangosAreFighting
Propaganda and bribery on this blog (because I’m gonna reblog everything I see, and posts all the asks and submissions) will be #TangoPropaganda (just to keep it all in one place - bribery is just another form of propaganda, really).
Other general stuff will be under #TangoTournamentTalk
Happy new year! Have fun voting!
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melozykizzes · 1 year
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fatui harbingers first love ; part 1
warnings: blood, an injury.
scaramouche
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scaramouche had never found anyone worthy of love, plus he had no idea how to handle it. when someone showed him the slightest bit of affection, he would think it was a prank, and insult them. till you came strolling into his life.
you met him in sumeru, though you didn’t know what his origins were you still went up to him “Hi! sorry to bother, but do you know where the nearest tavern is?” you say tapping on his back. “excuse me?” he says turning around with a judgemental face. “i said-“ “do you even know who i am?” he says with the still, judging face. you look at him, you both making eye contact. you giggle “i just asked you where the nearest tavern is! i don’t know why you think i’m a threat” at that moment, his face slightly softened, but not as much so you could read his face. he was shocked at the least, but he felt angry now. “i need you to stop pestering me, go find someone else to annoy.” he said sternly, looking you in the eye, you just smiled. he points behind you “keep waking forward and turn to the right, there’s your destination.” you smile at him “thank you, it wasn’t that hard was it?”
the next day, you had decided to go to the tavern, using the directions the blue haired man had given you. you find yourself at a table with a beautiful view out the window, you were having (insert food) while enjoying the view, then you realized the same blue haired man walking into the tavern. “hey! over here!” you call out to him, you see him hesitate but sigh and walk over to you, as you offer him a seat. “it’s special seeing you here! i didn’t take you as the type to hang out in taverns.” you tease at him. he looks at you then the scenery out the window. “i had nothing better to do. everything at work is boring.” he complains “well good thing you came here! and good thing you told me where this tavern is, otherwise i wouldn’t have been able to enjoy this view with you.” you say, looking out the window. “hey, i never caught your name?” he looks at you “just call me scaramouche.” you smile at him genuinely. “Y/N”
he didn’t understand it, why your so nice to him. why do you always make an effort to be acknowledged by him, why wouldn’t you just give up already? he was a fatui harbinger, he had mercilessly killed people before, he was a wreck. while you, you were a saint, you helped people, you cared for the smallest things. it was annoying, but it also made him perplexed. are you toying with him? why can’t you just be afraid of him like the others. when he could stare at you with disgust in his face, you would just smile gently back. he hated to admit it, he really did, but he might find himself inlove.
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childe, he personally never had the time for a relationship, as he takes his position to seriously. he thought he would just end up making someone hurt in the end, so he avoided it.
you were picking flowers, in a field in the mountains of liyue. you were minding your own, then you heard someone groaning. you concerningly try to follow the disturbing sounds, till your met with a ginger haired boy, laying down in a patch of dead grass “hello? are you okay?” you say as you walk up to his body, and you kneel down. he groans “oh, haha this isn’t a good timing to see me like this.” he slightly slurs on his words. you look down at his leg, which is bleeding out, you look at him with sympathy “your in luck, i always bring medical supplies with me.” you take out your supplies and place them on the withering grass. “oh please, i could handle this myself.” he says, chuckling. you decide to ignore his comment. “how did this happen anyway?” you say with concern as you are wiping his gash with wipes. he whines at the stinging pain. “oh- oh i actually uh fell down a cliff.” he says with embarrassment pigmenting his cheeks. you let out a giggle “but it’s not what it looks like. i promise you, i never get injured, i’m the one that does the injuring” he brags, and you just laugh. you finish up the last steps and bandage his wound, and pack your supplies. “here, take this medicine just in case you get into a situation like this ag—“ “i told you i’m not the type to get hurt” you internally face palm “as i was saying, here.” you hand him a small bottle of herbal medicine powered by your element/vision. “one more thing” you reach your hand for your backpack, grabbing your favourite flower, and you place it in his hand, and you smile at him. “oh well thank you, flower! your that smitten by me huh? can i at least get your name, flower?” he flirts, you just laugh in return. “Y/N”
after that interaction, he found that he always seemed to bump into you, which turned into a deep conversation, that of course made him lose track of time. he saw you more then you guys had even interacted, he always seemed to find you somewhere, helping an animal in the wild, playing with a kid in liuye streets, as if he couldn’t escape you. but maybe it wasn’t a bad thing, maybe it was something he could be okay with calling, love.
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scarebats · 2 years
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Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick as Brooklyn Nine-Nine quotes
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(Rooster after getting accused of something that went wrong at Ice and Mav’s wedding)
Rooster: Be very careful about throwing around accusations like that, because if you’re trying to say that I somehow ruined my dads’ wedding, then I am going to kill myself.
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(Phoenix and Rooster fighting)
Phoenix: DO I LOOK LIKE JAKE TO YOU!?
Rooster: No, not at all!
Phoenix: THEN WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO SCREW ME!?
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(Ice after getting yelled at)
Ice, talking about his shirt: It says, “what’s up beaches” instead of, “bitches,” for humour reasons.
Slider: But you hate humour!
Ice: Well im a joke now! So, it suits me.
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Phoenix: You need to man up.
Rooster: Man up? sexist!
Rooster: I’m sorry, but i dont see gender, sir.
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Maverick: Permission to take a selfie of the two of us, sir?
Cyclone: Permission denied.
Maverick, already taking the picture: Too late.
Maverick, looking at his phone and walking away: Ahhh, that was a good one.
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Hangman: Did you finish your sentence? It felt like you were gonna say you were sorry.
Rooster: I did. Bob heard it.
Bob: Uh, I would remember if someone said my catchphrase.
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Maverick: People fear me.
Maverick: Not brag, but I was name checked in my kindergarten teacher’s suicide note.
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Maverick: I think I really would’ve gotten along with young Cy Simpson.
Cyclone: Yes, that’s why I decided to change everything about my life.
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(Bradley after causing Mav and Ice to argue)
Bradley: Oh, I’ve caused a problem.
Bradley: I think I am… getting a text message.
Bradley: bloop
Bradley: Ah, there it is.
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Phoenix: Wait, are you only hosting dinner so you can suck up to Mav and Admiral Kazansky? Not cool. This was supposed to be about friendship.
Rooster: You guys said you were only coming to see if my apartment was the reason that I was single or if it was my personality, “like you suspected.”
Hangman: Yeah, but that was before we knew we could get up on this high horse.
Phoenix: Love the view up here. Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.
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Iceman: When people say, “good morning,” they mean, “hello.” When people say, “how are you?” They mean, “hello.”
Iceman: When people say “what’s up?”
Iceman: They mean, “I am not a person worth talking to.”
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Slider, talking to Maverick: No hard feelings, but,
Slider: I hate you.
Slider: Not joking.
Slider: Bye!
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Halo, leaving Top Gun base and taking her hair out: sighs
Fritz: That was a wig?
Halo: You didn’t think I’d put my actual hair in a bun?
Halo: Are you insane?
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(before Bradley was born)
Goose: What if something happens to Mav and he never gets to meet my baby?
Goose: I don’t wanna hang out with some stupid baby who’s never met Mav.
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(before the mission)
Hangman: If you wanna worry about anyone panicking in the sky it should Bob.
Bob: Damn straight.
Hangman and Bob high five
Bob: …Wait why’d I high five that?
Hangman: ‘Cause you’re a sucker for a high five.
Bob:
Bob, in an excited tone: Damn straight I am.
They high five again
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(Hangman and Coyote in flight school before they got their call signs)
Hangman: Okay, just so we’re clear, from this point forward, my call sign will be Deathblade
Coyote: And I’ll be Rum Tum Tugger!
Hangman: No, Javy, no characters from Cats. Dig deep, think of something scary!
Coyote, immediately after: Adolf Hitler.
Hangman: No—
this is basically just the main characters from the movies. im srry😭
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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 5 months
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Hello dear I wanted to ask for something special. Tomorrow on the 12 is my birthday and I was wondering if you can make a hc were auron plans rooks birthday and gets them a promise ring.
If you don't mind
Planning a birthday surprise! HC
You already knew what Auron was doing when he asked when was your birthday.
Which is funny bc it was tomorrow!
Auron just nodded and smiled, saying he had to excuse himself.
There was lowkey panic calling of different places! But he got your favorite things for your birthday!
A few gifts he though you would love since he always love just listen to you rant about things you love.
Auron wanted to make it very special for you and got sentimental things for you as well.
The most special one he got was a ring!! It was a very beautiful designed one he got commissioned before meeting you. (He just had to re-size it)
Texting you to come to his penthouse via his driver. The limo had some of the gifts he bought for you
As you were gushing over the gifts you didnt realise that you were at his penthouse.
A few men came and gently took your gifts up to the penthouse as you see a pretty carpet down for you and flowers handed to you.
As you went up to the penthouse you cant help but feel heat rise to your face as you walk through the door and see Auron with a small smile as he walks to you slowly.
"Hello, dear. I hope you like your gifts. Here come over here."
Auron walked you through the penthouse shoeing off the decorations he had for you.
The lights were low and there was lots of red roses for you. But there was a simple box on the table where he sat you at.
With a smile you ask what the box is for....
Auron smiled sweetly to you, grabbing the box and started a speech.
"Dear, before I met you...I never really thought of myself in a relationship. Only because I thought no one would want all of me. The baggage I bring or how I have a whole other life, but...with you, you did ask me but knew I didn't want to talk about it. Along with why and how I ended up where I am today. I love how you spoke with me, not trying to impress me just having a conversation. I never truly saw myself with one person for the rest of my life. But Rook, I'm happy to say that changed when I met you."
As he was talking you it clicked in your head why he was saying all of these.
As he opened the box you saw the ring. He took it out and slipped it on your hand.
"I promise for as long as you want me. I'll forever be yours."
Eith tears you pulled him into a hug crying hwo you'd always be with him. Also slightly teasing how he's a sap for that speech. Causing him to laugh while nodding.
I feel like after giving the promise ring Auron would feel so much love for you because I feel like he wants to have you in his life for as long as you would have him because I feel like he values that in a relationship.
Also let's also say that Rook showed the ring off while bragging about their man to their friends.
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ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I HOPE YOUR HAVING AN AMAZING DAY!! I LOVE YOUR IDEAS IN THE INBOX believe that I'm going to do those done I swear I'm just slow!! I also didn't know how to end this 💀💀
ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR NOT GETTING THIS DONE YESTERDAY!!! I got high
Also I kinda don't like how I written this bc I felt like I kinda knew what he would say but don't have the smartness to use words he would have used giving the promise ring for Rook.
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soulmate-game · 9 months
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Yes, I know AO3 is back up. But I gotta finish what I started.
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The Heroes’ Game
Prev ….. Next.
Chapter 2:
“There has to be a way to turn this off,” Marinette seemed to be talking mostly to herself. After the bat boys made sure the three traffickers were picked up, they relocated Marinette to the empty rooftop of a building they owned. Not that she knew that, but it was the best way to insure nobody came up to see them. The smaller girl was pacing, despite the disorientation that came with seeing herself pace as she paced. Robin seemed to feel that same disorientation, rubbing his forehead in what could have been pain but was probably annoyance as well.
Batman and Nightwing could only watch as words tumbled out of the girl’s mouth faster than they could comprehend all of them. It was such an odd sight; a silent Robin brooding in place and rubbing his temples while the small Asian girl in pigtails rambled and paced.
They could hardly believe they were soulmates, but if Robin hadn’t denied it yet then it had to be true.
“At least it isn’t a physical mark,” Batman managed to interject into Marinette’s panic. She looked up at him, instantly cutting off her verbal vomit. “But how about you two explain exactly what your mark is so we can understand?”
“Yeah, don’t leave us hanging,” Nightwing agreed with a smile. Sure, it was incredibly inconvenient and not at all ideal for one of them to meet their soulmate in uniform. But, none of them exactly had a say in that. The best they could do was roll with the punches and Nightwing wasn’t gonna let a little right hook from Fate keep him down for long.
“It’s annoying,” Robin surprisingly answered first, lowering his hand to cross his arms over his broad chest again. Marinette turned to him, just then realizing that Robin hadn’t looked away from her for longer than a few seconds since their bond had first formed. “Our vision is cut in half, like a two-player game screen. One side is my usual point of view, the other side is the point of view through her eyes.”
Batman and Nightwing tensed, processing. Marinette didn’t notice, considering she had narrowed her focus back onto the concrete of the roof below her and decided to contribute to the explanation.
“I think that’s exactly what it is,” she agreed, unknowingly making everyone look over at her. “I didn’t notice it before, but— look, Robin. In the bottom left hand corners,” she pointed to something only Robin and herself could see. “It says Player One and Player Two. In red and—oh, those are hearts instead of colons.”
“So much for hoping this was at least platonic,” Batman groaned, running a hand over his face. He was happy that Robin had a match, sure, but that didn’t exactly make things easy. Nothing to do with superheroes and their soulmates was easy.
“I think…” Marinette narrowed her eyes as she focused on the red font. The spot after the colon had a flashing cursor. “I think it’s waiting for us to introduce ourselves,” she looked up to her newly found soulmate with expectation. He avoided meeting her eyes, and said nothing. Puffing out her cheeks, Marinette decided not to be put off by his behavior and straightened her spine. Taking several confident steps forward, she held out her hand to him. “Hello, Robin. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I am from Paris, France. My class and I are here on a month-long field trip thanks to one of us winning the Wayne Enterprises scholastic competition last month.”
“Wait a second,” Nightwing interjected, eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Are you being humble? Because the guest speaker at the Wayne Gala at the end of the month is the winner of that competition and her name has already been released as Mari—“
Cue the frantic arm waving and full face blush. “Ah-Ah-Ah yeah, that’s me. But I don’t like to brag, so I didn’t want to say it! You know, I didn’t want to come off as full of myself or a-anything. It’s really embarrassing having to make a speech,” Marinette’s head dropped at the reminder. “Ohhhh, I’m gonna make a total fool out of myself! I should tell Monsieur Wayne I’m not comfortable making a speech. Yeah— oh, but how could I possibly just say; ‘sorry, Mister Wayne, But I am a chronic clutz prone to embarrassing myself and think that making a speech at one of your galas would be a huge mistake,’ oh I sound so lame—”
“Hey,” Robin’s voice cut through the rambling, and Marinette looked up. “Look. It has your name after Player One now. Stop thinking about useless things and focus on how to shut this off. Soulmate or not, we can’t have you finding out who we all are after only a day.”
Nightwing walked over and threw an arm over Robin’s shoulders, even though the older male was still focusing on Marinette out of the corner of his eye. Most people would be offended by the way Robin spoke, blunt and sharp at the same time. But Marinette hadn’t started rambling again, instead the girl stood calmly. Her breaths came slow and regular once more, and her eyes held a scarily familiar focus. Maybe they really do belong together. Huh. Who would have thought his soulmate would be so adorable? And humble. Kind of a mess though, but a cute mess. “Hey, the girl introduced herself and you didn’t even shake her hand. Come on, fill in your name Player
Two!”
Robin scowled. He had already deduced that being Player Two was likely due to the fact that Marinette had been the one to initiate the contact that awakened their soul bond. Didn’t mean he liked being second in any respect. His soulmate was also a wreck. All the rambling and random switches in and out of panic. It was aggravating, but…
But he watched the stern focus in her eyes as she thought about how to temporarily shut down the connection they had. And he had been watching her the whole time. Analyzing her body language. She was easy to rile up, sure, but her panic was never all consuming. Robin could see that her feet always remained firmly planted, her stance fluid and firm. She was always ready to defend herself, whether she knew it or not, regardless of the surface-level panic she might have been experiencing. Even after only twenty or so minutes of interaction, Robin could tell that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not a 2-D character. She was layered, with secrets and complexities that he was willing to bet few people saw or knew about. Maybe that’s why he walked over to her, and extended a hand that she readily grasped after a brief moment of disbelief.
“... I’m Robin.”
He watched the twitch of her eyebrow in exasperation, hiding his amusement under a perfectly developed poker face. The writing on the bottom of his POV’s side filled in; PLAYER TWO: ROBIN.
“Great,” Marinette deadpanned, looking very unamused. “What if that never changes, huh? I’m not asking you to reveal your identity or anything. Soulmates or not, you don’t owe me something that important. Especially not right away. But you could have at least given me the first letter of your real name or something.”
“You’ll have to earn that,” Robin retorted with a cocky grin. To his pleasant surprise, Marinette responded by cracking her knuckles.
“You know, this layout looks suspiciously similar to a combat video game,” she hinted heavily. Robin adjusted his stance and his smirk widened into a grin.
“Oh? You’re right. Ready to lose?”
“No,” Batman interrupted, one heavy hand suddenly on both of their shoulders as the teenage soulmates snapped out of the challenging connection they had made. “Not today. Miss Dupain-Cheng—“
“Just Marinette, please, Monsieur Batman.”
“... Marinette. You said your class left you behind at the hotel, right? Any idea where they would be now?”
Marinette pulled out her phone to look at the time, frowning. “It’s been about an hour. They’ll probably stay at the museum for another hour, and then they said we would all get dinner at the restaurant across the street.”
Batman nodded, filing that information away. “Good. Then we have about an hour for the two of you to figure out your bond before we need to drop you off in front of the restaurant to rejoin your class.”
“And have a chat with your teacher about taking roll call and properly taking care of her students while in the most dangerous city in the world,” Nightwing agreed, furious at the fact that any student would be left behind to potentially wander such a dangerous city, like Marinette did. Though, considering who her soulmate was, she probably only felt safe to wander due to confidence in her ability to protect herself. Confidence that they all saw was fairly valid.
That being decided, the two soulmates sat down. Batman, knowing it was unnecessary for both him and Nightwing to watch over the teens, left to resume patrol. Nightwing stayed. Someone had to watch the teen’s backs as they focused on figuring out their bond.
And that led to Marinette and Robin both sitting cross-legged and staring at one another without a clue about what to do. After a minute of silent staring, Marinette shifted and her nose scrunched up.
“Uh,” she said as she was struck with her usual timidity at the awkward situation. Here she was, sitting and trying to figure out her soul bond with a guy she just met. One of Gotham’s heroes, no less, which really was more of a relief than anything. At least he would understand her once she eventually revealed herself as Ladybug to him, and she understood him. She shifted her weight again, unable to move her gaze from Robin’s emerald green eyes. “How about we just… start by meditating? That should help, right?” She watched as his green eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and saw herself fidget again from his point of view.
“You meditate?” He asked, clearly not having expected that. Marinette sighed, relaxing into the change in conversation.
“Yeah. I mean, most of Paris meditates now. When your emotions can be used to turn you into a temporary supervillain because of a crazed maniac with a magic artifact, you tend to look for ways to manage your emotions and keep yourself from being vulnerable.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Nightwing asked, and Marinette could tell that he was shocked even despite the mask. “What are you talking about?”
It was Marinette’s turn to be confused, her brows furrowing as she looked between the two males and realized mon dieu, neither of them know what I’m talking about!
“Oh my god,” she said in English. “Paris, we’ve been attacked by a supervillain for the last three years,” she said slowly, but still no recognition. In fact, that only seemed to shock the heroes more. Marinette’s face grew more grim as she decided to completely fill them in. “Three years ago, one of my classmates randomly turned into a huge rock monster. Because of it, Paris’s primary two heroes showed up for the first time to defeat him. When he turned back into a normal boy, the true villain projected himself in front of the Eiffel Tower. His name is HawkMoth. He got hold of a magical artifact called a Miraculous. His Miraculous allows him to corrupt something, in his case butterflies, and use that corrupted object to take advantage of people experiencing negative emotions. His corrupted object takes advantage of those negative emotions to turn the person into a supervillain, giving them powers and essentially brainwashing them into causing havoc. He bargains with them, convincing them that he’ll allow them to get their revenge in exchange for them bringing him what he wants,” Marinette took a breath. “The Miraculous That the two heroes of Paris use. It’s where the get their own powers,” she explained. “Ladybug, the leader, uses the Ladybug Miraculous. It holds the power of creation. Her partner, Chat Noir, uses the cat Miraculous, which holds the power of destruction. If you combine the powers of those two Miraculous, you can make a wish. They will literally manipulate reality in order to grant the wish,” Marinette looked down to her lap, clenching her hands into fists. Through her soul bond with Robin, she could see herself trembling in anger. “But it always comes with a price. The Miraculous uphold the balance of the world. If they grant a wish, they will also balance that wish. If you, for example, wish for the cure to an illness,” Marinette swallowed, “then maybe you will unleash a brand new illness that gets brought to your city by rats and wipes out around forty percent of the population in Europe.”
“The Black Plague,” Nightwing gasped. “That was from a wish made using these— Miraculous?”
Marinette nodded gravely. “Yes. A wish has also caused the sinking of Atlantis, the wipe out of most of the Native American population in North America from illness, it was the final straw to begin the First World War. You cannot make a wish without consequences,” she stressed. “That is why Ladybug and Chat Noir work so hard to keep their Miraculous away from HawkMoth. But they haven’t been able to discover his identity yet. Nobody has,” Marinette’s shoulders slumped. “Which means Paris can only endure as it gets hit every few days by a new supervillain and new powers. Luckily, one of Ladybug’s power is the ability to reverse any damage that happens due to a Miraculous. It will completely reverse environmental damage, magical effects, injuries, even deaths that occurred from misuse of a Miraculous,” Marinette didn’t notice how both men stiffened at that last admission. “But the most we can do is try to police our emotions as much as possible, keep ourselves from being overcome by negative emotions for very long, so that Hawk Moth doesn’t have the chance to use us. Thus, meditation.”
Silence reigned for a long moment before Nightwing punched the concrete under him, making Marinette jump. What—?
“How did we not know?” The older hero growled, making Marinette’s eyes shoot wide open. Huh?
“You really never heard about this?” She asked cautiously, frowning. “Ladybug called the Justice League for help back when this all first started, but she was waved off as if it was all a prank. She tried again later, only to get the same treatment. I thought you would have at least heard about that.”
Nightwing and Robin both shook their heads. “No,” the older of the two refuted. “Nobody from the League told any of us about a prank call, and usually we’d hear about that. Not many people risk prank calling the heroes of the world, after all. And that doesn’t explain how international news never covers that. Even if the effects are reversed, you’d think someone would report about villains in Paris.”
“Someone does,” Marinette said, tilting her head. “The Ladyblog used to be the only one, you can find it online. It started out as a really trustworthy source of information on everything happening in Paris with its heroes and Akumas—Which is what the temporary villains are called. But lately, the Ladyblog has been…” Marinette’s face twisted into a scowl. “...not the most reliable news source. But Ladybug herself started a new news app, AkumaWatch, that most of Paris has downloaded by now,” Marinette pulled out her phone to show them. Pulling the app up, she turned the screen so they could see. “This tab holds footage of past or currently occurring attacks. This tab holds resources for calming techniques, and sources for therapy or other emotional aid for anyone who needs it. This tab has self defense techniques and the location of all the Akuma Shelters in the city so people can evacuate as quickly as possible. And this tab,” she clicked on the second to last one, “is for anyone who sees an Akuma, which looks like a corrupt purple butterfly, to take a picture of it. This allows the Akuma Alert to narrow down the area that the attack begins in, so that people know where to avoid most,” she explained. “The last tab is for any PSAs or other public statements that any of Paris’s heroes or public figures have to say about the attacks.”
“You know a lot about this,” Robin mused slowly, Marinette fully aware of how his gaze remained on her face as she closed the app and put her phone away. Robin was equally aware of how she stubbornly looked anywhere other than his face. Marinette shrugged.
“I helped make the app. Besides, Ladybug occasionally lands on my terrace and we’ll talk when she doesn’t have something better to do. I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly, but I think she just likes having someone other than her teammates to talk to about everything with,” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. “I’m a pretty good listener.”
Robin and Nightwing traded glances, before they both looked back at her.
“Okay…” Robin said slowly. “Let’s try meditation.”
Eager to get away from the previous topic, Marinette easily agreed and both teens adjusted their posture, got comfortable, and closed their eyes.
As usual both of their visions went completely black, but only for a moment. Once they had both sunk into their meditation, their vision came back to show them in what they immediately, intrinsically knew was a shared mindspace.
No longer was their vision cut in half like a game. Instead they saw only from their own point of view, like normal, which was disorienting in and of itself after half an hour of seeing from two points of view at the same time.
The mindspace was mostly white, and it seemed to go on forever. But there were things there. Everything that belonged to Marinette was on pink space, like the floor or sometimes walls and ceiling of the area around that object decided to create a small piece of solidity to emphasize it. Solidity that happened to come in the form of pink. Pink floor in a patch of space, or a cube of pink floor, wall, and patch of ceiling. Likewise, the spots that belonged to Robin were backdropped by green. And the. There were spots that merged both colors, indicating that it was shared.
Like the giant sparring mat in the center of the room, where the floor beneath and around it was an attractive swirl of pink and green as if the two colors chased one another, creating a design that seemed wholly and completely right. Belonging just to Robin, though Marinette was able to walk over and gently run her hands over them, was a rack of weapons—primarily swords. There was also a couch, a computer, a large bookshelf, a wall of batarangs, and a TV that they apparently shared just like the sparring mat.
Amongst the pink items were things like a kitchen— a whole, fully stocked kitchen— a sewing station and matching rack of fabric, a computer of her own, a few potted plants, and a loft bed.
After taking the time to absorb their surroundings, Robin turned to Marinette to find, with relief, that they were both dressed exactly as they were in the physical world. Marinette wasted no time heading over to the shared television, a large flat screen, and sat down on the ground in front of Robin’s green-backdropped couch.
“What are you doing?” The boy asked in exasperation as Marinette turned on the piece of technology. “This isn’t the time to play around. We’re trying to figure out how to control this bond,” he reminded her. Marinette nodded, not looking back at him.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Look, our vision mimicked a video game, right? So where better to find clues than the mysterious TV in our mindspace. I mean, it technically doesn’t actually exist, since this isn’t the physical world, so it won’t have any normal channels or shows on it. The TV is connected to our minds. What better place to look for— I knew it!” She shouted in glee. Sure enough, when Robin walked up to her and sat down on the sofa that belonged to him, he saw it. The screen of the TV was split in half, but both sides were dark. In the bottom left of each side of the screen were the very familiar red words and heart-colons;
PLAYER ONE: MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG
PLAYER TWO: ROBIN
The TV showed the view from their eyes. It was the link between their mindspace and their vision in the real world.
“Okay…” Robin mused slowly, reaching forward to grab the green controller on the stand that held the TV. Marinette grabbed the matching pink controller. “So this works like a video game, after all.”
“At least partially,” his soulmate agreed. “It’s mostly a mind link, right? We share a mindspace, which isn’t too odd for soulmates,” even if it was on the rarer side of the spectrum, “But it looks like our minds are even connected through our physical vision. Here, let’s see if this game of life has any instructions,” the girl pressed the center button on her controller, which pulled up an Options tab on the screen. “Yes!”
“Here, let’s look at the list of controls,” Robin suggested, clicking the appropriate option on the screen. The “game title” was boasted in bright red at the top of the “controls” list;
Soul Team.
Marinette’s eyes widened at the title. “Oh,” she said, her voice surprisingly quiet. “It’s… like it’s saying that we’re each other’s backup, no matter what,” her soft voice echoed in the room, striking an odd chord in Robin. “We can always see when the other person is in danger, or what they’re facing, and go to help.”
“Look at this,” Robin pointed to one of the “controls” lines near the top. “Switch vision mode between Split Screen, Audio Only, Personal Mode, or Sleep Mode. It looks like we can only switch modes here, in the Mindspace,” he pointed out as he read. “We don’t have to agree on the setting, but aside from Sleep Mode, Which activates automatically when we fall asleep, any mode one of us chooses still affects us both.”
“Audio only just lets us hear what is going on around the other person,” Marinette read, humming in thought. “We can use that as a step two, right? Like, we can start on Personal Mode, where we only have our own Point of Views, but once we get more comfortable we can switch to audio mode every now and then.”
“Maybe,” Robin agreed reluctantly. Audio mode shouldn’t be too bad… possibly. Once again, his green eyes strayed to his soulmate. Completely unaware, for the first time in a half hour, of his stare, Marinette just continued reading about everything their soul bond entailed.
Analyzing her like this, Robin was just… calmed, in a way. Visually, Marinette was pretty. She had gorgeous sapphire eyes, clear like a pristine lake, and midnight black hair that shimmered blue in the right lighting. Sure, it was pulled into childish pigtails at the base of her neck, but it didn’t seem to detract from the surprising maturity in the girl’s posture. She was clearly a childish person at heart, and easy to excite if their interactions thus far were anything to go off of, but there was a hidden maturity there. A hidden knowledge, amongst her many subtle layers and complexities.
Perhaps that was the first similarity that Robin noticed between the two of them. She had what seemed like a very straightforward personality at first glance— the awkward, shy, clumsy, excitable girly girl, just like he was the cold, arrogant, mysterious bad boy on the surface. But she held more than that, secrets and deeper parts of herself that she kept hidden flawlessly. Robin doubted even her closest friends noticed much of what lies beyond the surface of her character.
“It seems like this bond is supposed to ease us into getting to know each other,” Marinette’s voice brought Robin out of his inner musings. “We can’t hear each other’s thoughts, no matter what, which is usually the feature that comes along with shared mindspaces. But we can adjust the level of privacy we allow one another, and we can meet here when we sleep. It’s less like the bond between gamers, and more like the bond is meant to act like an ice breaker. Like… an activity for us to get to know each other, almost.”
“Our soul bond is a team bonding activity,” Robin surmised in a deadpan tone, completely done with the logic of the universe and the way it liked to play with him. The laugh that Marinette let ring out only partially made up for his annoyance.
“Oui, Oui!” Marinette agreed emphatically before standing up frantically in realization. “Oh! I forgot to ask, do you speak French?”
Robin grinned and nodded. “I do, actually. I suppose that is at least convenient. My first language is Arabic, however. I don’t suppose you speak that, do you?”
Marinette’s shoulders slumped. “No. But I do speak Mandarin! And Cantonese, which is actually my first language. I’m still working on Mandarin, though. I’ve only been learning it for about two years, but I can hold a decent conversation.”
Damian nodded, tilting his head. “I am fluent in Mandarin, but my Cantonese can use some work. We can benefit each other in that respect, at least.”
“So we have plenty of languages to choose from!” Marinette said cheerfully, punctuating her words with an excited clap. “That should make it easy to keep people from eavesdropping on us all the time, at least. If we ever spoke to each other in front of my class, for example, Cantonese would be best to use. They all speak French, for obvious reasons, and several are fluent in English, and one of them is fluent in mandarin, but I don’t think any of them know Cantonese. After I help you get fluent, maybe you could teach me Arabic?”
And for the first time in Damian Wayne’s life, the sparkle of excitement in a girl’s eyes completely drained his will to argue. Grimacing, the boy agreed to teach her Arabic after they helped each other become fluent in the type of Chinese that they, respectively, needed help with.
This is a problem, Robin thought in despair. She’s already becoming a weakness.
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I should have specified that it wasn't just your writing that put me off on you, but if I ever said anything to your face in the server, everyone would be clamoring to defend the "Patron Saint."
Which by the way, whoever said that? Was it in the DMs for you to repeat with pride like a badge of honor to feel special? I'm all for people spending time talking, drawing, or writing about the things they love, but every other message that comes from your finger tips makes me feel exhausted. Like I don't even want to be apart of this fandom and accidentally support someone like you.
You've misrepresented disabled peeps, gone off on rants for them when hello - let us speak for ourselves maybe? With attention seeking behavior of bragging about your organization skills, only speaking to those that are popular, and by creating an entire archive as if us writers will disappear. If we do disappear, that's none of your business and not your job to preserve what we put out. Ao3 and Wattpadd exist anyway for us to use if we choose to.
You can pretend all you like that you're living rent-free in my head, that you're speshul to get hate, but truth is - I've seen what kind of person you are and I'm fucking tired of you. I'm tired of people like you, who have the loudest voices and refuse to let others speak for themselves. Who can't allow the conversation to drift off away from them in group settings, and I'm tired of everyone who would have a heart attack if I said one bad thing about you as though you are a literal saint. You aren't a nice person, you're just as bad as me - but at least I have the balls to be fucking honest with people and know when to shut up.
???? I am genuinely confused by a majority of what was said here, and please know that this is the last time I'll respond to you, anon.
Let's get the first thing straight. You don't like what I do? Block me. I don't care. The fact that you said server inclines me to think that we may have crossed paths on discord, and if so, please feel free to block me there, too.
Second, the whole "patron saint" thing is a joke because a while back, there was very little Ominis fanfic being written, so I started writing a bunch. Someone left a comment jokingly calling me 'the patron saint of ominis fics', which I thought was funny, and a couple other people also commented. So, as I joke I added it to my bio. End of story. It's not because I'm better than anyone or perfect or anything like that. It's a joke that I went along with.
While Ominis is disabled, I truly do my best to represent him the best I can. If I've ever said anything hurtful or wrong, then I am sorry about that. I would have greatly appreciated a kind critique letting me know what I've done incorrectly, to better that in the future. Besides Ominis, I have written ONE (1) other fic with a disabled character, which was specifically requested by a disabled person in which I did my best to follow their prompt exactly. I don't know what rants you're talking about. I have actually tried by best to stay away from most things regarding disability, because I myself am not disabled, and therefore have no experience in those conversations. I've made a conscious effort not to get involved in that, besides being a listening ear when others speak on it. However, it's inevitable that I'd touch on it briefly in the fics I write, as Ominis is fucking blind.
Again, any sort of pointers or comments on how to improve these interactions I've written would have been appreciated. How was I ever supposed to learn when no one has told me I'm doing something wrong?
As far as the archive goes, I just randomly suggested putting together lists of all the fics I could find---IT'S NOT THAT DEEP. I have no clue why this would annoy you, but once again, BLOCK IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT. I've seen it done in other fandoms, thought it would be fun, others seemed to like the idea, and tada. Fun fact, if writers delete their writings, it the links won't work. They can still make it disappear if they want. I've said it on the sideblog, if people don't want their work on there, I will take it off, no questions asked. I just figured that since they're publicly posting to the internet, it's pretty much fair game.
I also do my best to interact with each and every person who does the same to me---I'm bad at initiating interactions because I have fucking awful anxiety and OCD, which also accounts for the "organizational skills" I brag about. I try to be as genuine and show my appreciation for all the people who are kind to me, because I am absolutely baffled anyone would take the time of day to say a nice thing to me. If you feel I talk about myself too much, then whatever. I use the internet to vent, whether on here or on discord.
And here I'm about to say the rudest thing I ever have on the internet, and it's this: I am not nearly as bad as you. Never in my life have I left anyone a nasty message full of personal attacks and accusations under the guise of "honesty." Nor will I ever do that, because there is enough hate and heartache in the world already. This behavior that you've displayed is the worst part of internet/fandom culture.
I'd like to bring this back full circle: Block me. If you check my blog again to see if I've responded, then obviously I'm at least somewhat living in your head. For the sake of both your mental health and my own, eliminate the tension by stopping here. You have no idea who I am so don't pretend for a second that you do.
For everyone else who had to read this, thanks for your support. I won't stop talking about myself or writing things I love, even if they're meaningless. I will never be replying to another hate comment on this blog.
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Ran Haitani: Why Do You Love Me?
Hello dust bunnies, it’s been a while but lately I’ve seen a collab which I thought I wanted to write for and here I am, really later but glad to give my contribute.
This is for @suyacho​ selfship’s collab and it’s totally self indulgent since these days I’m suffering a little bit more.
Warnings: Mentions of Hospitalization, Depression, Eating Disorders (Ran), Fluff Fluff Fluff
A.N: Reader is gender neutral, and they knew Ran during their medical studies residency
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“I don’t understand” Rindou mumbles while his brother brags about you for the nth time, “Of course you don’t understand silly, it’s called love”, Rindou groans hearing his brother dumbness but he can’t help but keep on discovering this new side of his older brother, apparently waking up before noon, getting the first clothes he found in the closet, is a sign of apocalypse for the younger Haitani. “Love you say? Well that would explain why you’re doing something absurd like this” he gestures using his hands to explain the strange phenomen, “What do you mean by this?” Ran says lowering his sunglasses and putting his long hair to the side and looking at his brother with disappointment, “Nii-chan, you never went out without braiding your hair, you did it only when I got appendectomy and you rushed us to the hospital, are them that important?” Rindou asks with a stern look waiting for a reply, he doesn’t mean to sound rude but he doesn’t want to deal with a moody Ran when something gets wrong like it did last time. Ran approaches his little brother and huggin him he says “You grew up, I can tell that you’re concerned about the situation but don’t worry, y/n gets me the chance to be myself, Ran just Ran, your older brother, not the Ruler of Roppongi, not Ran Haitani, not the oldest Haitani Brother, do you understand now?”, Rindou nods and huggin him tighter he says, “I hope that I’ll get to know them” Ran smiles and before looking one last time to his little brother he closes the door’s apartment.
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“y/n why do you love me?” Ran asks while licking his ice cream and smirks at your blush, “Well you don’t need to be so straightforward” you say looking at him with an angry but embarassed expression, “My little tsundere” he adds before keeping his ministrations, peppering your face with kisses and licks “Cmon I want to hear it again, please?” he continues with a sincere smile while getting his sunglasses on his head and looking at you intensely. “Why do you ask me this right now?”, Ran smiles and lowering his gaze he says “Because... I told Rindou today” your smile radiates your face and Ran can’t help but blush “He was concerned I’d get depressed and underweight again, so I told him that I could be myself with you”, you hug him remembering the first time you saw him, “Remember what I said during your stay at the hospital? Someone has to love you, and that’s what I plan to do from now on” and Ran smiles thinking that he finally found the one that can understand him from the bottom of his hearth, and he would be damn mad if he will let you out from his life, after all you’ve been both the savior for the other’s lfe.
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hello friends! I used to be Guy Who Does Nothing Ever for like the better part of ten years and now I'm become Guy Whose Schedule Is Too Packed (Good Way)? anyway I miss you and here and also I hate mobile tumblr but it would be so much easier to use tumblr and like chill here in a fun social way if my computer situation were not so dire that I am perpetually harnessed to my desk where the shitty desktop Corey liberated from work (managers thought it was broken bc they're too generationally wealthy to have really sat down and reckoned with bad technology before; it's just a really shit Acer) when I wish to do, non-phone things. anyway, recently I have accidentally unlocked some type of overall beneficial mania I am trying to ride out gently but that has made me become Make Stuff As Part Of My Identity and also have a lot of emotions all the time. I bought a big rolling craft cart (twice the size of the Michaels ones) off Facebook Marketplace for fifteen bucks and then Corey and I had breakfast-lunch (it deffo wasn't brunch) at a diner in the neighbourhood where our combined meals with sides and coffees totaled like sixteen dollars before tip. (this is detectivecore.) also I've started painting tshirts and I may take up the bass. I don't know who I am or what is happening too me but I am riding it all the way to the end of the goddamn track, okay!!!!!!! maybe I'm just better now!!! maybe I love to be alive!!!!!!! I've spent more of my life more or less passively suicidal than I have, not being that, since my early teens so this is like, okay. sure. nice. what. let's fucking go
anyway not to brag but to tell my isolated teenage self -- my isolated mid-twenties self! -- that fuck it, life can be great and weird and big someday even if you feel like it's too late to get in on it, my calendar for this week includes
goth/industrial drag king night at my favourite local queer bar
if I convince myself it's worth it to call in sick to work to go see HOUSE (1977) on the big screen and maybe sell some stuff to make up the lost income (money is tight lately), I will, uh, go see HOUSE (1977) on the big screen at my favourite local cinema. you may know about it, coincidentally. recently it advertised Oppenheimer's sexual proclivities and went viral about it, which made me very proud.
oh it's ~employee appreciation week~ at work this week and Saturday is uhhhh sports day when everyone is encouraged to wear sport, clothing, or whatever. well I participate in one sport (cycling) and consume another (...........Formula 1) and can't afford a Bianchi logo shirt on short notice, so I may simply have to paint a shirt with checkered flags and the legend FASTEST LAP. you know. for normal and wholesome reasons. to wear to work.
[mumble mumble might have a make stuff and make out date with a hot possum-in-human-guise I know who gave me a chicken bone as a token the last time we hooked up]
anyway hello friends! I MISSED YOU. let's take this one from the top.
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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : SHERLOCKED : The Unofficial Musical Parody a set of starter prompts, all from the original unofficial musical ( link here ) !
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❝ do you read the papers ? ❞ ❝ well, then, you know why i’m here. ❞ ❝ you know what happened. ❞ ❝ no, you don’t. you don’t know anything about what i’m feeling. ❞ ❝ i’m just a simple man, doing what i can. ❞ ❝ it’s like the world’s come crashing down. ❞ ❝ i look back on all the times we shared. ❞ ❝ take me back to where it all began. ❞ ❝ [ name ] … it’s okay to miss them. ❞ ❝ this is crazy ! it’s [ name ] , everybody ! i can’t believe it ! ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t recognize you. ❞ ❝ who’d want me as a flat mate ? ❞ ❝ actually, you’re the second person to say that to me today. ❞ ❝ bad day today ? ❞ ❝ oh, i could kiss you ! but i won’t. ❞ ❝ i’m waiting for the life i’ve dreamt of. ❞ ❝ what are you doing ? that coffee’s not going to make itself. ❞ ❝ i like to play the violin and sometimes i go for days without talking. will that be a problem ? ❞ ❝ worst yet, i know about your extensive collection of minecraft memorabilia. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t expect you to understand. ❞ ❝ ah, you’re right. i forget what it must be like in your little brain. ❞ ❝ they didn’t pay ten dollars to watch me repeat myself. ❞ ❝ “what” ?! i’ve said it, like, 50 times ! ❞ ❝ i know, i’m just … thinking. ❞ ❝ hang on, hang on, hang on. didn’t we establish that you can’t put draw 2’s on top of draw 4’s ? ❞ ❝ you win. you always win. ❞ ❝ i thought my days of crime were truly gone. ❞ ❝ the life of the party, that’s me. ❞ ❝ you have a blog ? that’s funny, i didn’t take you for a tumblr kind of guy. ❞ ❝ you get my name wrong all the time. ❞ ❝ it’s greg ! like the yellow wiggle ! ❞ ❝ save it for the court. ❞ ❝ take a picture ! am i in frame ? is it good ? ❞ ❝ how could you possibly be bored ? we just spent the last song solving cases ! ❞ ❝ don’t talk out loud, you lower the iq of the entire street. ❞ ❝ it’s a congratulatory gift after the ridiculous number of cases you solved in the last song. ❞ ❝ oh, not again ! ❞ ❝ hello, lads. did you miss me ? ❞ ❝ anything you say, anything you do … will … be said and done by you. yeah ! ❞ ❝ it’s like babysitting a child. you’re worse than a child. ❞ ❝ “oh, it couldn’t have been ms. white with the lead pipe, how could a woman of her stature had enough power to —” i mean, jesus christ, loosen up ! ❞ ❝ we’re finally approaching intermission, but the second act is just as long. ❞
❝ do you have anything to say in your defense ? ❞ ❝ well, i think i’ve heard quite enough. ❞ ❝ why are you telling me this ? that scene happened 25 seconds ago. i was there. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together. ❞ ❝ whatever you do, don’t tell them. just come, quickly. ❞ ❝ i need to step out for a minute and get some fresh air. ❞ ❝ why are you here ? ❞ ❝ i think we both know the answer to that. ❞ ❝ i broke into government buildings, apartments are no problem. ❞ ❝ we’re just alike … except you’re boring. ❞ ❝ don’t be like that. you need me. ❞ ❝ let’s get on with it, shall we ? ❞ ❝ without me, you are nothing. ❞ ❝ where did they go ? the song’s not finished yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll bring you down, and everyone you love, in the process. ❞ ❝ everyone i love ? that’s, like … four whole people. ❞ ❝ i don’t wanna brag, but i do speak pig latin. i’m not fluent, but i’m sure that if i went there, i’d get by. ❞ ❝ i think we have to do it again … the good cop / dance cop routine. ❞ ❝ you know, i’m trying to help you, here. we’re not so different, you and i. ❞ ❝ oh, well, thanks for all the help back there ! really appreciate it ! ❞ ❝ we were wondering if you’d like to buy some of our girl scout cookies. ❞ ❝ if i weren’t everything you think i am, would you still help me ? ❞ ❝ that’s the wrong scene. that’s the scene in act one. you just got captured and shot. go offstage ! hobble ! they shot you in the knee ! ❞ ❝ i was sitting in the wings and i thought, ‘why do they get their own musical, and why don’t i ?’ ❞ ❝ if i do say so myself … and i do say so myself. ❞ ❝ we haven’t got all day. no — what are you doing ? ❞ ❝ alright. your performance was marginally better than russell crowe’s in les misérables. ❞ ❝ i just went, um … backstage … ? ❞ ❝ i need you to stay right here. ❞ ❝ that’s not funny. i don’t follow. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter anymore. none of it matters. ❞ ❝ you’re just like playing with all the ordinary people. you’re ordinary, just like all of them. ❞ ❝ i may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for one second that i am one of them. ❞ ❝ i’m a phony. i’m not a genius, i’m a liar. ❞ ❝ no one could be that clever. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how to tell you this. i wrote the show. i know everything that’s going to happen. ❞ ❝ please, let me through — they’re my friend … ❞ ❝ hey, you alright ? want a tim-tam ? might make you feel better. ❞ ❝ we did spend a lot of time together. four whole seasons of content, plus dvd and retail. ❞ ❝ but, i saw … i saw you die. ❞ ❝ you didn’t really think that i would leave you, did you ? ❞ ❝ you see, they jumped there, and we dropped a dummy there. it game the illusion of falling to their death, for the hitman and the audience at least. ❞ ❝ yeah ! the squad ! back together again ! ❞
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Hello everyone on the internet!
“My name is Adam Frankenstein and I am a robotic detective designed from Europole. I consider myself the best one out there, but I might just be bragging a little bit.”
“My best qualities are I consider myself to be very compassionate and funny. I’m rather good with bird impressions, pigeons specifically. Let me know if you would like to see.”
“I hope I can make you all laugh with my very comical jokes and can interest you in my facts on trivia!”
“I hope you’re as happy as I am to be here.”
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Apologies if it’s out of character :(( I love him with my whole heart so I hope I’m doing him justice..
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Hello! I saw the post with the one character and one word challenge. I am pretty it was only just posted today so sorry if I am jumping the gun here. After the most recent TBB episode I was thinking Tech + water
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Hello lovely! First off this is one of the longest fics I’ve ever written.. (which isn’t saying much because my fics aren’t that long but still) when I say I was inspired and had fun writing this I mean it! I’m not trying to brag but I am actually really proud of myself for writing this.. I recommend listening to the song linked below the fic! ‘Water’ by Salatiel, Pharrell Williams and Beyoncé. Not only is it one of my favorite songs it’s the biggest inspiration for this fic. 💙💙💙
Water
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Warning: Small reference to skinny dipping, but it never happens. Made up culture and species. As far as I’m aware this is gender neutral. I don’t use specifically feminine terms..
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Water.. beautiful, beautiful water. On your home planet it was considered the birthplace of all life. The creatures of the deep came to land in search of refuge and soon came the people of your planet. Or well.. that’s how the legends go.
Tech assured you that the theory of your species coming directly from ocean life wasn’t impossible.. however it was less likely them seeking refuge and them simply evolving.
“Tech.. it’s a legend. No one is sure if it’s factual or not.. you don’t have to stress yourself over trying to find an answer”
He gave you a soft apologetic smile. You quickly put your hand on his cheek to show him he didn’t need to apologize for anything. You got up and walked to the edge of the water.
Tech watched you with intrigue.. every time you were near water you performed a special ritual dance for water. A way to show your appreciation for the place that your people believe gave birth to all life..
You got on your knees, bringing your hands to the sands under the water. You then pull your hands upwards, splashing the water across your body.
You took your arm and sloshed it across the surface, creating small waves, over and over you did this.
Tech watched the same way he did every time. His hands resting on his knees with his eyes completely focused on you and your movements.
Now it was time for the best part. You submerge your body in the water. You slowly lowered into the water. Your eyes opening to glance at the fish and life under the water’s surface. As you came back to the surface your hair created a splash of water across the sky. You saw tech looking at you with bright flushed cheeks.
“You know on my home planet.. couples do this dance together.. naked”
“I-I see.. well it seems-“
You giggled and took his hand. Your teasing clearly got the best of him and he was adorable like this. He got up and stood next to you. You reached up and pulled his goggles off. His eyes blinking a few times to adjust..
“You know I can’t see without my goggles darling..”
“I know but I don’t want them to get full of water”
“Ahh I see- full of water?”
You pulled him to the waters edge and at the last minute he unbuckled his tool belt and followed you in without hesitation. You smiled at him cheekily before pushing him over into the water. He swiftly came to the surface and started laughing.
You joined in and your giggles could be heard along side his. You jumped into the water next to him and sat up beside him.
“Mesh’la…”
Tech put his hand on your cheek and leant down to kiss you you closed your eyes in anticipation before you felt your head being pushed under the water. You quickly jumped back up to the surface to see Tech running away.
“If you want my kiss you’ll have to catch me!”
You got up and chased him down the water, ankle deep. He then turned and pushed the biggest splash towards you. Your feet fall out from beneath you snd you fall with a splat Ah isn’t the water.
“Tech! That’s cheating!”
“Is it?”
He slowly inched closer to you. His face inches from yours.
“Yes.. you didn’t say we cou-“
His lips met yours gently and you melted into his touch. He was always so gentle.. like the small waves crashing around you both.
“Do you trust me Tech?”
“Unconditionally”
You took his hand and walked deeper and deeper until your feet couldn’t touch the sand below. You swam further from shore and pulled tech along with you.
“Darling.. we are getting pretty far from the shoreline”
“You said you trusted me right?”
He nodded and held your hand tighter. You then pulled him under the water with you and opened your eyes. Leading him under a small rock that opened into a cavern.. you swam holding his hand tightly until you reached the surface under the cave.
“We are here.. open your eyes”
He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful cave, hidden under the waters surface.
“This is extraordinary.. the idea that a pocket of air could form under the water is fascinating.”
“Tech you silly goose. I mean look up!”
Tech did as you told him to and he finally saw the beauty the underwater cave held.. beautiful, colorful crystals. You reached up and touched the ceiling of the cave ‘bless his height’ you thought.
He gently pulled a crystal from the top of the cave. It was blue, and it shined bright like the water. He placed it in your hands and wrapped his win hands around yours.
“Think if it as a show of my love and affection for you”
“It’s beautiful tech..”
“And so are you cyare”
You giggled and took his hand again.. the sun was setting and you needed to get back to shore. Pulling him back to the surface of the water you both Swam back to the edge of the shore.
“Will you show me more.. o-of the things you find under the water?”
“Of course! I would love you to Tech!”
You gave him a cheeky smile before you grabbed a fistful of water and threw it at his face. Taking you by surprise he picked you up and threw you into the water. A big splash following after his stunt.
“Tech!”
His only response to your sarcastic whine was a laugh. Walking over to you he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. Wrapping his arms around you. You were both soaked to the bone but could care less about it. You were caught up in this moment of affection and trust for each other.. you kissed his lips and gave him a smile.
“What was that thing you said.. about what couples in your home planet do?”
“Tech! You dirty boy”
“Well we are already soaked. It’s not that bad of an idea?”
“You just want to see me naked.”
“P-perhaps”
You giggled and pulled him back onto shore. Tech picked up his goggles and put them on.
“It’s nice to see your beautiful face in focus again..”
“You’re such a nerd.. I love you”
“I love you too darling”
Tech smiled brightly at you. Your bond was as strong as the tides that flowed through the water. Something that never be stopped and was strong as ever.
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