#BUT ANYWAY they are going out swimming here!!!

[effwon]

'cause i don't think that they'd understand || ln4 x reader (Part 2/2)

Summary: Lando just wants to walk down to the garage before the Miami race with you by his side. George and Carmen walked in together, Alex and Lily walked in together, so why can't you, as well? Despite your self-consciousness, you agree to walk hand-in-hand with him down to the garage right before the big race, but it's a much harder ask for you than anyone could ever realize.

PART ONE HERE

Plus-size (she/her) Reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Brief mentions of nausea/being sick, panic, reader is plus-sized and very down on herself about it, weight mentions, ect.

Characters: Lando Norris (your boyfriend) and feat Oscar Piastri as a last minute saving grace for you.

Rating: G.

Tags: @cthgee @hellof-1 @notpeachybby

Notes: Thank you for the feedback on part 1! Feedback is what keeps a writer writing, after all! I started this as an experiment and genuinely did not expect the love that would come with it. I put together a part 2 on the fly (I hadn't planned to write it, actually, I didn't think the response would be this high) and am happy to put this to rest now, to work on some other reader fics. I'm happy to entertain requests, just know that smut is not something I will write in detail (I know, that's what most of you want, I'm sorry). Thank you for the support!

Your eyes flutter open and all you can see above you is a blur of light orange and a bright light. A soft groan escapes the back of your throat, and you turn your head to the side to try and keep the light out of your eyes. Your head is swimming, like there’s a pressure pushing against your brain that you can feel as far as the back of your eyes as well. You are laying on something warm and soft, but most definitely alive - if the gentle shuffling beneath you is anything to go by, anyway.

You furrow your brows as you hum out another soft, confused sound. Very slowly, you try to sit up, but someone’s hand presses against your shoulder and applies a little force, enough to keep you from moving in your hazy state.

“Lando?” you ask, your voice soft and unnaturally raspy. Something isn’t quite right. You don’t remember falling asleep - you don’t even really know where you are, but it only makes sense that Lando would be the one with you…right? As you continue to blink your vision back to clarity, a face comes into view above you - one that is very much not Lando. It’s Oscar Piastri, that much your brain can at least piece together. Around him, the walls start to come into view. The ceiling, the toilet, the vanity to your left…

“Not quite, but I promise he’s coming.” Oscar says above you, and you are grateful that he’s barely speaking louder than a whisper. Your head is pounding and your stomach is churning as everything starts to put itself together. You’re only missing a handful of key puzzle pieces, now.

“Oscar?” You mumble, instinctively curling into his warmth for any ounce of comfort you can glean. One of his hands comes up and carefully, thoughtfully brushes stray hair out of your face. You realize he’s attempting to be soothing, as your brain keeps working to figure this out.

“Yep, that one.” he replies, flashing you a smile that seems, in your opinion, quite tense. Right, it’s slowly coming back.

The bathroom - Lando led you to the bathroom at your request, and then left to get himself into his race kit. You were sick, and immediately after vomiting into the sink, a panic attack had taken hold of you. And then –

Your eyes widen slightly in horror. Oscar, right. You had forgotten to lock the door and he - oh, god, he –

“How long was I out?” you ask suddenly, shooting yourself upright in his arms. He blinks back shock, obviously not expecting you to move so quickly, and looks down at his watch for a brief moment.

“Uh, three minutes? It’s not been long.” 

“Jesus,” you gasp, scrambling out of his comforting grip and backing yourself up against the wall. Oscar looks a bit lost, eyes full of concern as he holds his hands out in front of him, fingers splayed. “I’m sorry - oh my god, that’s - I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s okay.” he assures you, eerily still as he watches you with a careful gaze. “I’m sorry for touching you without permission. I didn’t want you to hit your head when you fell.”

“That’s not -” you shake your head, feeling your throat tightening with emotion. “No, thank you. That’s not the problem, I promise. I appreciate you.” Anxiety is beginning to swirl in your chest again, but you can feel just how fatigued your body is now. The anxiety, at least, is easier to manage versus pure panic, but it’s making your head spin. 

“It’s okay.” Oscar says again, a bit firmer this time. “I phoned Lando a moment ago, and he’s making his way back right now. I told him I’d stay with you until he got here.”

You nod, relieved to know that Lando would be back for you any moment. You are also grateful for Oscar’s company, regardless of the fact that you hardly know him. Clearly, he’s kind and caring - which doesn’t surprise you, really. Lando hasn’t ever had an off-color thing to say about him.

“Thanks, Oscar. I’m so sorry you had to witness all of-” you swirl your finger around in a circle, searching for the right word, “that. But it means a lot that you didn’t just leave me there.”

“Of course. I don’t know what’s got you so upset, but I hope that you feel better soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s a little better already.”

Oscar smiles at you, friendly and kind, and before either of you can utter another word, there’s a frantic knocking at the bathroom door. Oscar’s head snaps back to the door, letting out a small “Oh” as he hops up to his feet and hurries over to unlock the door. Lando’s face comes into view as soon as the door opens, and he looks absolutely distraught. Your chest clenches, knowing that you’re the reason he’s out of sorts, and you lay your head back against the wall.

“When did she wake up? Is she okay? What happened?” you hear Lando ask frantically, firing questions at Oscar before they can be answered. 

Oscar takes it in stride, “She just woke up a moment ago, and she was a bit dazed. She seems okay now, but I don’t know what caused all of this.”

“Thanks, Osc.” Lando breathes, and you can hear the genuine warmth in his tone. “I’ll take it from here, mate.”

There’s a soft ‘click’ as the bathroom door closes, and a slightly louder one as Lando locks the door behind him. His footfalls are quick as he rushes over to you, immediately sliding down the wall to sit next to you on the floor. You look over at him, and your gazes meet for merely a second before he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

His scent and the warmth of his body is familiar and comforting in ways you couldn’t possibly verbalize. It’s akin to taking a deep, calming breath of air into your lungs and feeling everything inside of you just slow down for a moment. It’s the relief of the familiarity, the delicacy in which he cradles your head against his heart like you’re his most precious thing.

It makes a lump form in your throat. But you are far too tired for tears, now. Too tired for much of anything but this: sitting here on a dirty bathroom floor, cradled in Lando’s arms.

“I thought you were alright when I left,” he says, so very miserably, “why didn’t you tell me you weren’t? I would’ve stayed.”

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, your voice muffled by the fireproof suit over his chest. You can hear his heart beating rapidly, a gentle barrage of distressed thumps against your ear, and it twists something so deeply in your own chest. You properly worried him, which was the exact opposite of what you wanted to do. “I thought I could work through it while you were changing and that things would be okay by the time you got back.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he urges ever so softly, his hand running up and down your back in the most soothing patterns. You can’t help feeling the warmth of relief encompassing you being back in his presence.

It helps the words flow much easier, without stopping to doubt or scrutinize everything that comes out of your mouth. “It was a panic attack, it didn’t really pop up until after I had initially calmed down. It happens like that sometimes.” You explain, focusing on the ever-present beating of his heart beneath your ear. “Or - it happens like that a lot for me, I guess. Once the initial fight or flight wears off, the real panic comes out. It made me sick and, I dunno, I guess Oscar startled me when he came in and before I even really knew it, I went down.”

Lando’s grip tightens on you almost protectively as he registers your explanation. “Just went down? You say it like it’s the most casual thing.” He scoffs, but there’s no mirth or amusement behind it. You can tell he’s still nervous, still trying to process everything. “Oscar said pretty much the same. Blessing and a curse you forgot to lock the door then, huh?”

You laugh breathily at that, nodding your head in agreement. Had Oscar not been there, you surely would’ve hit your head on the tile and that could’ve been a much scarier sight to behold when someone came by to use the restroom later. As embarrassing as it was to break down in front of someone you hardly knew, you were grateful for his willingness to assist. You would have to find him and give him a proper thank you later.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” You agree, nuzzling into his chest even further. If it were up to you, you would simply lay here in his arms all day long and not think a single thing of it - but you are distinctly aware of the time and of his looming race. Something he should be putting his entire focus into, and not on you. “Now shouldn’t you be out there getting ready for the race?” “Probably,” he admits with a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “But I don’t want to leave here until I know for sure you’re alright.”

His thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze you. Perhaps you’d found him to be a bit taught and agitated earlier (and, perhaps, you had deserved that sort of response from him, given your nearly blatant refusal to simply walk across the paddock into the garage with him), but he’s back to his normal warmth and gentleness once more. A relief, you think, in and of itself.

“I’m alright now, really.” you say, lifting your head up from his chest to flash him a soft, sweet little smile. It isn’t a lie, either. Since he’s come back, you’ve felt exponentially better - a result of the panic attack waning and being in the comforting presence of the person you love most in the world. “I’d really like to go see everything else you wanted to show me.”

Lando’s eyes light up in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. He’s always been a bit reactive, with his heart on his sleeve, and you wouldn’t have him any other way if you’re honest. The genuine excitement that sparks on his face is everything you could ever want or need in life. Just to see him happy, it’s enough. It makes every horrible name you call yourself, every fear, every insecurity and every worry melt away into nothing, like it had never even been there to begin with.

“Let’s get some lunch at hospitality first, and then I’ll take you out to see the car afterwards.” He suggests, lifting himself up from the floor and offering you a helpful hand. “I know a little spot we can eat, away from the cameras and all that.”

Even after the hell you’ve put him through today, a soft feeling blossoms in your chest to know he’s still holding you to the forefront of his mind. He’s still looking for ways to make you more comfortable. He’s still loving you, despite your glaring insecurities. You take his hand, skin warm against yours, and lift yourself up onto your feet with his help.

“I think that sounds lovely.” you reply, reaching up and cupping his cheeks in your hands. You stand on the tips of your toes and lean in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Lando’s lips. His breath falters for a mere moment, and then he’s kissing you back just as softly, just as gently. As you pull apart, there’s a shy smile on his face that makes your cheeks burn and your chest ignite with adoration. Even if you tried, you do not think you could possibly love him more.

“I think you’re lovely.” He shoots back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Your cheeks burn even hotter at his remark, and you bury your face into his shoulder to keep the blush from being too obvious. 

“I think you’re going to make me too sick to eat if you keep this up.”

Lando tosses his head back and laughs, genuine and sweet, the sound washes over you with its subtle burst of serotonin - a much needed side effect.

“Fine, fine, I’ll save the ooey-gooey stuff for after the race, then. Just one more quick thing though-” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist as he leans in to press a kiss to your temple. This time, you choose not to shy away from his touch, no matter how big and gaudy your body feels wrapped up in his arms. “I love you.”

Your heart flutters like the wings of a caged bird, yearning to break out of your chest and nestle up tight within his own. You smile, tossing all of the bad thoughts from earlier in the day out of your mind completely. Once again you’ve learned: as long as you have Lando with you, everything really is okay. “I love you, too.”

The news articles do drop early the next morning, from multiple sources, with their rude and hateful headlines about you, your body type, and your worth in regards to Lando’s love. And, just as you expected, each and every one of them hits like a knife to your gut as you see them pop up one after another on your feed.

But, at the end of every single one of these articles is the same quote from Lando - the only quote he offered the reporters on the matter of your relationship during the entire day.

“Quite frankly, I don’t care what anyone thinks of our relationship. It isn’t their business, it’s mine and her’s, and I genuinely think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing is going to change that.”

And you just smile.

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[fairytsuk1]

Hcs about alex during and after a fight plsss love ur work btw ur writing style is so amazingly amazing that its >33333

arguing with alex, the two sides.

6:37 p.m. - Living Room

alex huffs quietly, almost looking scatterbrained as he anxiously smooths his hands over his face and hair, "I seriously can't do this right now! there's too much going on."

"alex, that is not fair! i'm trying to talk to you and you're shutting me down," your hands start to shake as your upset builds. "you're not being fucking fair!"

it brings him to tears and he frustratedly sighs, standing and gesturing in frustration.

"no. you're not listening to me! you're not being fair! I want to communicate with you, but I can't like this. it's fucking stupid," he tries to convey, and the both of you fear that the argument has reached its boiling point.

"it's literally like you don't even care."

alex pauses for a minute before his voice falls flat. it's almost devoid of emotion. you know you're wrong for accusing him of ulterior motives, but he takes it farther as his socked feet storm away, "maybe I don't!"

you're left to cry in your hands. alex tries to bury his face into the pillows as if that'll numb the sorrow, but the tears slip out anyways.

7:40 p.m. - Bedroom

your knuckles rap softly against the wood of the door, "...can i come in?"

you know you both look like shit when alex clicks open the lock and reveals himself. his eyes are red, nose sniffling and he just looks devastated. his eyes linger on the rawness of your lips from the constant tugging. he steps back to sit at the edge of the bed.

it's a relief to the both of you to see the urge to be connected swimming around teary eyes. you sit close, but alex takes initiative to scoot closer. for a moment you both just leech of each other's body head.

your boyfriend swallows deeply as his eyes look curiously around the room before landing in you; he sighs and brushes his thumb against the back of your hand.

"i-i'm sorry. really, i've been such a mess and i shouldn't have reacted like that."

"but I never wanted you to feel like i don't appreciate you. or care about you," your throat constricts. "please don't feel that way, i love you so much and i love being with you."

alex nods as your fingers lace together, "i know, babe, i know..."

"i really want to make more time for us. to do things, i can't deal with this guilt knowing i'm pushing you farther away just for some fucking videos or streams or whatever. you're more important to me than that," his lips twitch before developing into a small smile. "i love having you here by my side. you help me so much..."

the both of you look at each other and you weren't aware of the magnetism that automatically drew you both closer together. you murmur how much you love him and his eyes search yours for a hint of lie; but you're all truth as you peer up at him.

alex's lips crash against yours with a soft whine, pawing to pull you closer as you both pant, "te amo, no quiero que te olvides. te amo."

it's so needy and desperate and yet it feels so fucking right. the urge of connection turns into heady passion that courses through your veins.

"let me fuck you, let me make it up to you," he groans into your neck as he sucks a dark mark. "please, baby."

who could say no to makeup sex?

#quackity imagine #quackity scenario #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity smut #quackityhq x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x reader smut

[bibuckdiaz]

i wrote a little thing about eddie and hen and here it is. be warned, i am:

still on season six and only know about eddie’s current ~situation~ from twitter and tumblr

extremely unconcerned about canon compliance especially after tonight’s ep

a gay eddie truther

anyways. viola. eddie and hen get drunk and talk about the kim/marisol/buck situation.

***

Eddie already regrets going to Hen’s place.

On one hand, he knew she’d understand, at least to a degree. He didn’t know her when Eva was still around, but Buck had told him quietly one night when Eddie was lamenting how perfect her marriage seemed to be. It didn’t change how he saw her, and it honestly never really felt relevant, until now.

On the other hand, he knew she was going to slap sense into him when she found out what he did.

At least that part only took the first ten minutes, and then she got out a bottle of vodka and two glasses. The first shot burned, but it soothes some of the rattling, violent anxiety in his chest.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he says for the umpteenth time, at least most of the way to properly drunk at Hen’s kitchen table.

“Well, here,” Hen says and holds her hands out like she’s pitching an invention on Shark Tank. “Do you love them?”

Eddie leans forward until his forehead thunks into the wooden table. “I don’t know,” he whispers.

“You’ve been in love before,” Hen says, like it’s fact, but when Eddie doesn’t respond, she leans in to peer at his side profile. “Right?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats, not making eye contact. “Hen, I don’t know.”

Hen lets out a long breath and pours two more glasses— fuller than the rest have been, easily two shots worth. Eddie sits up and downs his in two swigs even though he knows he should probably cut himself off.

“Hen,” he says. His tongue feels slow and heavy in his mouth. “What does it feel like? Being in love?”

Hen is quiet for a long moment, blinking at the table. “Trust,” she says after a moment. “There’s nobody in the world I trust more than Karen.” The words hit Eddie’s ear with something like nostalgia. “I trust her with— With Denny.” She interrupts herself with a hiccup and a slurred giggle before twisting her face back into something resembling seriousness. “I trust her with my life. She makes me laugh, she makes me smile. She makes my insides feel… Like this.” She rests her hand on her stomach. “Bubbly.”

“Trust,” Eddie echoes, and thinks it over. Marisol, Kim— He doesn’t know if he trusts them, not with Chris. Not with the most perfect, important thing in his entire life. He probably doesn’t. He probably never will. “I…”

“Spit it out, Diaz.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he starts, and Hen waves him off, waiting expectantly. “There’s really only one person in the world that I trust like that. I don’t know… Is that love?”

Hen leans forward and rests her chin on her crossed arms. “You tell me,” she says and blinks lazily. “Tell me how it feels.”

Eddie thinks for a long moment. His mind conjures images— Chris, nestled into a nook in the roof of a ladder truck, waves rushing around him; Chris, eating home cooked breakfast every single morning while Eddie was in the hospital after the shooting; Chris, staring down at a hospital bed, crying like he hasn’t since Shannon.

“Like home,” he says finally. “Like they fill a hole I didn’t know I had.”

Hen snorts and Eddie reaches over and shoves her.

“What does that mean?” Eddie asks a moment later. His head is swimming from the vodka, but his heart keeps beating the same rhythm, over, and over, and over. He thinks maybe it has been for the past five years.

“Only you can figure that out, Eddie,” Hen says softly and reaches out to grab his shoulder. “But if it helps, I think he loves you too.”

Eddie whips his head up, startled, but Hen has nothing but drunken compassion on her face.

“Tell me if I’m overstepping, but the things you’ve said about dating? How it feels like a performance, how you don’t mind being alone— The jumping around, the lack of commitment. It’s all the same stuff I thought was normal when I was still dating men,” Hen says.

Eddie’s head spins. “But I’m not— You didn’t like men. I’m not— Like you,” he says. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

Hen rubs her cheeks with her palms and then lets out a long breath. “Karen’s gonna be so mad at me,” she mutters, and then meets Eddie’s eyes, determination in her gaze. “Have you ever actually sat down and thought about being attracted to men? Have you tested it, experimented at all? What makes you so sure?”

Eddie feels his face go red almost immediately, and he knows Hen notices because she leans in and pokes him square in the cheek.

“In the army,” Eddie relents and looks away, staring out the window at the blustery trees outside so he doesn’t have to look at Hen. “It was easy. He was there, I was there, it was just— Just letting off steam.”

“But?”

“But,” Eddie echoes and glances back at Hen. It’s clear in her expression— honest from the vodka— that she just wants to listen, and to help. She doesn’t hold pity, she doesn’t see him as a clueless child. She knows how difficult this is. “He was hot, and kind. He made me laugh. I… I never considered it cheating, because it— It was normal, I thought.”

“So men don’t count, and neither do clones of your ex-wife?” Hen asks gently. “Where’s the line, Eddie?”

It feels like an accusation, even though he’s the one who drove here and bore his heart to Hen, every part of the last miserable few months pouring out of his mouth and onto her living room floor.

Her face softens. “Listen,” she says and reaches over, taking his hand in hers. “You don’t love them, and you do love someone else. Doesn’t that make it simple?”

Eddie fucking wishes it could be that easy.

“I can’t,” he whispers. “Chris deserves a family, a mother. I can’t— I can’t be selfish, not with this.”

Hen’s expression darkens. “Does Denny need a father?”

“What—“

“Was I selfish in choosing Karen, choosing my career, choosing to take in Denny, rather than live a traditional, white picket fence life?”

“Hen, no—“

“Are my wife and I not enough of a family for him?”

“Stop, stop,” Eddie says and clutches at her forearm so tight he sees her dark skin paling under his grip. “Stop. I get it.” He looks out the window again. A bird lands on the fence.

“Christopher already loves Buck.”

Eddie flinches when she says his name. It was this unspoken, nebulous thing hanging in the room between them up until now, but Hen saying his name makes it feel real. Panic starts to make a home in his chest.

“I need to go,” he says and tries to pull away, but Hen grabs him and gives him a stern look.

“You’re not driving anywhere, not for at least the next eight hours. I hope you thought this through and got someone to watch Christopher, because calling your abuela drunk might be a little humiliating.”

“He’s with Pepa,” Eddie whispers.

“Good. You’re staying here, and we’re talking this out. Don’t run, Eddie. Answer me. What do you want? No second thoughts, no overthinking, no holdbacks. First instinct. What do you want?” Hen asks.

“Buck,” Eddie breathes.

Hen stands, walks around the table, and pulls Eddie into a hard, warm hug. “I know, baby.”

#buddie #buddie fic #911 abc #911 #911 spoilers #ficlet #ollie yaps #eddie diaz #hen wilson

[mx-pastelwriting]

Trustful Companion

(Post-War) Cooper Howard x GN! Reader

Summary: Relaxing from your travels across the wasteland yet trouble seeming to find you both ruining a good drink.

Warnings: Guns, Held at gunpoint, Bar, Drinking/Alcohol, Violence, Slight Soft Cooper

Taking in the smell of alcohol cigarettes sitting at the mostly empty bar, thankfully allowing ghouls into the establishment; otherwise, it would have to be a shoot-and-grab mission for the both of you.

Hearing as the glass hit the wooden bar top, alerting the bartender to refill. Still looking over at the number of drink choices along the wall, knowing it would keep Cooper happy before the trip to the next bounty mission. Watching in the corner of your vision as the glass filled before striking to take it, seeing his hand stuck in time while you happily sipped away at his drink, taking in the sight of his shocked demeanor.

"And you call yourself a bounty hunter." Saying smugly, holding up the glass proudly, "Says my trustful companion," he replies, reminding you of the reason he keeps you around. Trust.

Placing down the drink in front of the man, still smiling like an idiot, finding your fun in catching the ghoul off guard. Swimming in that thought, having no notice of the two men behind you until feeling the nudge of their guns against the back of your heads.

Sitting still, watching in the corners of your vision, watching the bartender move away slowly, not caring for him, they spoke only to you both: "Didn't think they let this thing in here," the one farther from you says.

"Me and you both," Cooper says through gritted teeth, though it only earned a whip to the head, hearing as he groaned, not knowing whether from the pain or holding himself back.

"And this one, they have to be infected," the one behind you says, nudging the gun harder. Being in the spotlight, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Both of them could turn right now; we should take you both out right here, right now," Cooper's captor says, making his hand twitch against the glass.

"Not in here, boys," the voice of the bartender makes the attention turn, seeing as he held a shotgun in your direction. "You heard the man up," one of them ordered, leading you two to the door, guns now down to your back.

Feeling the cold outside nipping at your skin though as quickly as it came, so did Cooper's signal, moving swiftly to push the gun away from your captor, though not fast enough being locked into his grip. Turned seeing Cooper and the unconscious man on the dirt path, yet here you were, a gun held against your temple, waiting to blow.

"All of your caps, and I'll let them go," he demands, yet getting nothing from Cooper, the silence made a chill roll over your body. Looking into his eyes, seeing nothing—no plan, no signal, just nothing. "Make him talk," the man says, pushing the gun harder against you. "Give him the fucking caps already," you say, knowing he'll get them back after anyway.

Watching him slowly pull out his cap bag, dangling it in the air, "Come and get it," he says teasingly. "Go grab it and bring it back," the man says before pushing you to him, you walked grabbing the bag from Cooper.

Locking eyes with the ghoul, seeing the slight tilt of his head alerting you to his next action, quickly grabbing you before turning around taking the shot before blowing lead into the man.

"Fuck Coop, you couldn't have just given it to him instead of that stupid shit." You chew him out on dragging shit out. "Fucker could have shot me," you state, getting yourself together.

Looking up at him seeing his proud smile, the same one you had earlier, "I like to have a little fun too, darling," he says, but you quickly snap back. "Not when I'm dead, you won't!" "Oh please, darling, I ain't letting you go that soon," he teases. "Yeah, because you love me," you tease back, making him embarrassed.

"Shut up," he says, but you continue "You love me" singing into the night, earning a "Yeah, yeah" while walking off into the night, keeping close to him. Supposing that's another reason why he keeps you around. He loves you.

A/N: This is my second time writing this so I might release the other.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @emoguardian

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout tv #cooper howard imagine

[morgana-larkin]

First of all I live for your writing!!

And second I have a chessy prompt!!!

Basically r is a poet but doesn’t really talk about it and r decides to write a poem to chessy explaining her feeling for her but doesn’t write her name on it on purpose to have a clear state of mind or something idk😭

Anyways chessy find out that it was r from her handwriting and confronts her about it and r starts rambling and chessy shuts her up by kissing her and says something hot after the kiss then r kisses chessy back and you can go on from there!!

Hi! You’re so sweet! Thank you for the compliment 🥹❤️ . I thought this prompt was so cute. Now, I’m no poet so the poem might be terrible but I tried. I would have had this out earlier but I watched the new episodes of Bridgerton finally and got distracted. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I made Chessy a bottom as I heard someone’s favourite is a bottom Chessy. I’m still taking requests and prompts for every character on my masterlist.

In Writing

Warnings: Smut, Bottom Chessy, Top Reader, lots of fluff

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You glance up from your journal, you’re on one of the lounge chairs in your bikini with a see through cover up robe on. You see Chessy playing pool monster with the twins and it’s adorable. The way they swim away from her in a fit of giggles, and how she spins them around and then throws them in the water when she catches them.

You’ve found yourself admiring Chessy a lot lately, just something about her that grabs your attention. You met Chessy awhile ago when the twins were first born. She watched over you a few times as you were 12 years old when the twins were born and you loved spending time with her then, she’s a lot of fun, and it seems that hasn’t changed. Chessy sees you staring and smiles at you.

“Wanna join us y/n?” She asks and the twins both look at you with big smiles.

“Yes! Join us please?” Hallie begs.

“Yes please! It would be so much fun!” Annie said, agreeing with her sister. You loved watching Annie grow up. They were both your nieces, as you were Elizabeth’s younger sister, but you will always feel closer to Annie. When her and Nick split, you didn’t understand why they separated the twins but you respected their decision, even if you didn’t agree with it. Elizabeth made you and the family swear to never tell Annie that she has a twin sister.

As soon as everyone reunited again, Elizabeth invited you to come and meet Hallie, which you agreed to quickly. Here you are 2 years later and you’ve been living with them for a year now. When Nick and Chessy saw you again, they almost couldn’t believe it, the last time they saw you, you weren’t even a teenager. Now here you are, 24 years old, all grown up.

“Wow, y/n, you’ve grown up.” Nick says, still a bit shocked.

“Ya, time has a way of doing that.” You joked with him. You always liked Nick, he was a good guy and good to your sister.

“Everyone! I made some…” Chessy trails off as she sees you. “Y/n?” She asks and you smile and nod. You then run over and hug her.

“Good to see you again Chessy!” You exclaim when you pull back from the hug.

“Ya, it’s good to see you too. My, how you’ve grown.” She says and looks you up and down. “Are you still a little trouble maker like you were years ago?” She asks and you laugh.

“Not a lot of time for trouble but it seems my nieces are picking up the mantle. My sister told me everything that happened.” You say to everyone and the twins smile. “Btw, it’s nice to meet you, Hallie.” You tell her and she waves at you. “I never understood why you split them up.” You say and the twins look at you.

“Wait, you knew?” Annie says and you nod.

“Of course, chess brought me to the hospital to come meet you guys when you were born.” You say and you don’t see Chessy blushing at the nickname.

You and Chessy spent weeks catching up on what you’ve missed. You were able to bring your work with you as you were a designer like your sister and she hired you as soon as you graduated. You were both happy to have it as a family run company.

Besides designing, you also liked to do poetry. It’s a hobby you took up in high school as a way to get your feelings out. Being someone who liked girls when it wasn’t acceptable was hard. You often felt like there was no one to confide in, to talk about it with, so instead you wrote down your feelings, in the form of poems.

You were usually seen writing down in a journal in your free time. And if you weren’t then you were hanging out with someone in the house. I mean there are 6 people plus Sammy in the house, there was always someone there.

“Y/n?!? Are you gonna come?” Annie asked, breaking you out of your little walk down memory lane.

“Oh alright. I’ll join.” You said getting up and putting your journal down. You took your transparent robe off and then walked to the pool. Unknown to you, Chessy was checking you out the entire time. When Chessy used to watch over you when your family visited the twins, she always thought you were special, an adorable kid with an eye for mischief. You remained that little girl to Chessy for so long that when she saw you again, she was shocked. It took her a little bit to stop seeing you as the 10-12 year old girl she knew all those years ago, and start seeing you as a woman. And when she started seeing you as a woman, feelings started with it.

“Alright, what game are we playing?” You said as you jumped into the pool.

“How about Marco Polo?” Hallie suggested and everyone agreed.

“Alright, who's gonna have their eyes closed first?” You ask and the twins and you look at Chessy.

She sighs and then huffs. “Fine, but y/n is next.” She says and you wink at her. She closes her eyes and counts to 10.

“8…9…10! Marco!”

“Polo!” You all say in unison. Chessy swings around and walks a little bit, trying to find and catch you guys. You then get an idea, you haven’t played a trick on her in years. You dive under the water and swim to her.

“Marco!”

“Polo!” The twins say, very interested in what you’re doing.

Chessy notices that your voice is missing and says it again. “Marco!” She says and you get to the bottom where her feet are and you tickle them and then come to the surface, giggling. “Ahh!” Chessy yells and then hears your giggling a couple seconds later. “I see someone is up to their old tricks again.” Chessy says with a smile.

“Once a trickster, always a trickster.” You say and then dive underneath the water again. You do your best to emerge silently and you're right behind her.

“Marco!”

“Polo!” You all say in unison. And Chessy jumps and then spins around and catches you. You tried to flee from being caught but were a second too late. Chessy opens her eyes with a smile and sees your pout and she laughs.

“You tried but I’ve had years of practice with a trickster kid.” She tells you and she beams at you.

It was now your turn to try and catch one of them. “8…9…10! Marco!” You shout.

“Polo!” They all say in unison. You hear Hallie being close by and you turn around and jump forward and miss her.

“Marco!”

“Polo!” They shout back and they’re all at the other end of the pool. You turn around and start walking to the other end.

“Marco!”

“Polo!” They shout and they’re all closer but not close enough. You were about to shout it again when all of a sudden, you feel hands pull your arms to your side and then have arms wrap around your waist.

“Omg!” You shout in surprise.

“You’re not the only one who can do tricks!” You hear Chessy say and you can tell she’s smiling.

You end up switching games and you each have a twin on your shoulders, trying to knock the other one off. You have Annie and Chessy has Hallie.

Nick and Elizabeth were watching from the door and they’re smiling. It was so nice watching you all play together. They know Chessy loves having you back after years apart as you two were close. They see that you’ve gotten close with Hallie as you two were trying to find things in common to bond over in the beginning. As it turns out, you and the twins all have quick wit and a sense of humour. Nick, Elizabeth and Chessy love hearing you banter with the girls as it’s often entertaining.

“You and Hallie are going down!” You tell Chessy and she laughs.

“No, it’s you and Annie who are going down.” She retorts back. It turns out that both twins fell at the exact same time and it was a tie.

That night, you write down your feelings, and it all happens to be about Chessy. How you feel about her. You think you might have had a small crush on her back when you were 12 but you weren’t sure. But now you know for sure that you’re attracted to her and have a crush on her.

You rip the piece out of the book, you were about to crinkle it up and throw it away but then decided to keep it instead. You put it in your journal and then you put the journal on your nightstand, and then you go to sleep.

The next morning, you were going to accompany Hallie to see her horse and pamper the horse with her. You walk out of the house with your journal, unknowingly dropping the piece of paper where you declared all of your feelings about Chessy on. The piece of paper fell to the ground and no one noticed until 10 minutes later when Chessy comes back into the house with Sammy and picks it up. She turns the paper over and instantly recognises your handwriting. She then sees that you wrote a poem and she can’t help but read it.

What one could say except I like you

I love everything about you

Who you are, how you look, how you act

How could one not fall for you

In your presence I feel myself wanting more

More than a friendship with you

For I know we are two women

When I’m with you, I simply don’t care

All that occupies my mind is thoughts of you

Of us holding hands in the field

Us cuddling together on the couch or in bed

Going to the market or cooking together

Or to be able to finally know

What it’s like to have your lips on mine

Chessy reads it and smiles. It was beautiful and heartfelt. She had no idea you were good with poems. She wonders who it was about and then she hears you coming back with Hallie. She folds the piece of paper and puts it in a pocket to ask you about later. Then she gets started on lunch.

“Hello girls!” She greets you both and you both smile at her. “I’m just getting started on lunch, hope you’re hungry.” She says.

“Starving.” Hallie says.

“Well how about you go get your sister and bring her over here.” Chessy says and Hallie bolts off to find her sister. You then turn your attention to your journal and notice the piece of paper missing and you look around you. “Something wrong?” Chessy asks when she turns around to face you.

“Um ya. I had a piece of paper in here and now it’s gone. Have you seen a piece of paper on the floor” You tell her. She knows exactly where it is, it’s in her pocket right now.

“Uh no. Didn’t see anything. Was it important?” She asks and you stop in your search for it.

“Oh um, not really. Well yes, important to me anyway.” You say and she smiles at you.

“Well I hope you find it.” She tells you and goes back to making lunch.

That night, Nick, Elizabeth and the twins all go upstairs to get some sleep. You and Chessy remain on the couch and you yawn.

“I should probably get some sleep too.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Can I ask you something first?” She asks and you look at her.

“Of course, you can ask me anything Chess.” You tell her and she smiles then frowns again. She reaches into her pocket and pulls your poem out.

“I found your poem.” She says as she unfolds it and shows it to you and your eyes widen. “Who’s it about?” She asks you and you snatch it from her.

“Nobody, it’s about nobody.” You say really quickly.

“Really? Cause it seems to be about a woman that you have feelings for.” She tells you and you look at the floor. “Y/n, I already knew you were into women. I figured it out when you were 12.” She tells you and you look at her confused.

“How could you have possibly known then? I was 12. I- I didn’t even know until I was 19.” You tell her.

“I recognize the signs that I saw in myself when I was that age.” She tells you with a shrug.

“Wait? What? Wait, are you…”

“Into women?” She finishes for you and you nod. “Ya, I am. I was hoping I’d be around for you so you have someone who’s like you, to talk too. While it’s more acceptable now then it was when I came out, I know it’s still frowned upon.” She tells you.

“When you came out? How old are you? You look no more than 35.” You say and she laughs.

“You think I’m only 9 years older than you?” She asks and you shrug. “Hate to break it to you but I’m 39.” She says and starts twirling your hair in her fingers. “You always had such beautiful hair.” She tells you. “So want to tell me more about that poem you wrote?” She asks and you stare at her.

“Well yes it’s about a woman. I may have feelings for someone. I wouldn’t put much thought into it if I were you. Not interesting at all. I mean it is someone you know but still not anything interesting. Just me and a crazy crush on-” and she cuts you off by putting her lips on yours. It takes a second before your brain processes that you’re not talking at the moment and you’re kissing, kissing the person the poem is about. You kiss her back and she smiles into the kiss. She pulls back a few seconds later.

“Was the poem about me?” She asks and you nod. “If I recall correctly, cause I obviously read it multiple times, you wanted to know what it's like to have my lips on yours.” She says and you nod.

“I did say that yes, and I like it.” You tell her and she hums.

“Well would you like to know what it’s like to have my lips on other places of your body?” She asks and you short circuit. You respond by kissing her again. Chessy eagerly kisses you back, wanting to kiss you for a while now but she had no idea if you were out yet. When she read the poem, it gave her hope that you figured it out and she could finally take the chance. She wasn’t blind, she knew about your feelings for her but didn’t want to do anything in case you didn’t know you were into women yet.

Chessy pulls back after a few seconds. “Is that a yes? Cause as much as I enjoy…kissing…you.” She says while giving you little pecks. “I do need a verbal confirmation.” She says and gives you another peck and you hum.

“I want to feel more than just your lips everywhere. I want to feel your lips, tongue and fingers.” You tell her and she smiles. Where did that sudden boost of confidence come from? You’ll never know. She was about to comply when a sudden thought strikes her.

“Wait, y/n. Are you a… a virgin?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I’ve already had sex with a guy. But never with a girl.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well I’m going to make it memorable for you. Just not here. Let's go to my room.” She tells you and she gets up and extends her hands to you. You take both of them and she pulls you up and to her room.

She closes the door and starts kissing you again, only this time she deepens it by putting her hands in your hair and doesn’t pull away any time soon. You put your hands on her hips and pull her body closer to yours. You move your hands to the buttons of her shirt and you start undoing them one by one until you are able to yank the shirt off of her. “You wear far too many clothes.” You tell her playfully as you see her in a tank top and pants still.

She looks at you with a soft smile and hums. “Well what are you going to do about it?” She questions and you smile then push her down onto the bed. You quickly take her pants and tank top off and look at her body in just a bra and underwear and you lick your lips. “See something you like?” She teases as she sees your reaction to her body.

“Not something but someone, with an amazing body.” You tell her and straddle her lap as she sits up to hold you.

You kiss each other again and you trail down to her neck and she moans. “Oh god! Y/n.” She moans out as you suck her neck. You unclip her bra and tear it off her and go push her down onto the bed. You then go and suck a nipple and she tries to buck her hips under you, but can’t as you’re straddling her lap.

After you're satisfied you’ve teased her nipples enough you pull back to look at her and put your hands on her boobs and massage them. “Chessy, I just love your breasts, they’re so big and perfect.” You tell her and she smiles at you. She then gets impatient as you’ve teased her quite a bit.

“If you’re done admiring them, could you shift your attention downward.” She tells you and you quirk an eyebrow at her.

“I’ll obey this time but next time you complain then I’ll make you wait longer.” You tell her.

“Already wanting to do this with me again?” She asks cheekily as you slide her underwear off.

“Of course, I’m really enjoying myself, learning about what you like and what sounds I can get out of you.” You say and spread her legs. You climb on top of her and settle yourself on a leg then lean forward so you can kiss her lips. At the same time as you kiss her, you slide a finger inside her and it goes in easily. “Wow, you’re really turned on, it just slipped right in there.” You tell her and then add another one and she gasps out. You then begin pumping in and out of her and she’s moaning and gasping underneath you.

“Oh god! Y/n, I’m so close.” She almost yells and you go to kiss her again so she doesn’t wake anyone up, much less your sister. She then comes a few seconds later and she gasps into the kiss. You pull out of her and then just stay there until she’s ok with you to move.

“Sit on my face.” She tells you and you look at her.

“What?” You ask as she said it quietly.

“Sit on my face, I want to eat you out but I don’t think I can move. You really know how to finger a girl.” She tells you and you smile.

“I still have all my clothes on though so give me a minute.” You say and before you move, she takes your top off and unclips your bra before it goes flying off. She then quickly unbuttons your jeans then she pulls them down as well as your underwear, you then take them off the rest of the way.

“Wow, you really are beautiful.” She tells you and you blush.

“Thank you.” You tell her and then you climb up to her face. “Wait shouldn’t we do this near the headboard in case I have to -” At that moment she pulls you down to her mouth and immediately starts licking you and you get cut off. At one point you fell forward and you stayed leaning on your hands the rest of the time. “Oh god, Chessy. I’m close.” You tell her, trying to stay quiet. When you do come, you accidentally gasp out a bit loud and you hope you didn’t wake anyone up. You take a minute to catch your breath before you get off of her and flop down on the bed.

Chessy goes to clean herself up and when she comes out, you ambush her and pin her to the wall. You get her worked up again and she then just noticed you’re wearing a strap. You then slide it into her and you cover her mouth with your hand when she begins to gasp loudly. You start pumping in and out of her when it’s all the way in and then you go faster and faster. Chessy wants you to go faster when you’re already going as fast as you can in this position. So you pull out of her and bring her to the bed quickly and she gets on her hands and knees so you can pound into her from behind.

She ends up grabbing a pillow so she can muffle her sounds when she’s close. She gasps into the pillow when she comes and you come right after as the strap was rubbing your clit. You pull out of her and take the strap off and you both catch your breath.

“You couldn’t have done that before I cleaned myself up.” She tells you while trying to catch her breath.

“Are you complaining?” You ask her and she giggles.

“Only because I have to clean myself up again.” She tells you and you go to get a cloth for the both of you.

The next morning, she’s making breakfast for everyone when you come up and hug her from behind. She leans into your touch and you begin planting kisses on her neck and she giggles. She turns the stove off then places a hand in your hair as you continue to kiss her neck. You then hear someone clear their throat and you pull away from each other quickly and see everyone standing there.

“Oh, hi guys.” You say and Chessy is too nervous to speak. The twins then go to the table as Chessy begins putting breakfast on plates and Nick and Elizabeth walk over to you both. Elizabeth speaks low enough so the twins won’t hear.

“While I’m happy for you guys, I didn’t want to find out from the noises last night.” She tells you and both your cheeks go red.

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[sherbetyy]

i think duck forgets he has diabetes because of the loop. but yellow doesn’t

#“hm. maybe your blood sugar is low.. let me get you a snack.” why would he say that to a robot?? #because he’s probably used to helping out his pal #anyway i usually give him a patch but he’s wearing a coat so you can’t really see it. #BUT ANYWAY they are going out swimming here!!! #yuppe #my art #dhmis #dhmis yellow guy #duck dhmis #duck #duck guy #yellow guy #don’t hug me i’m scared #dont hug me im scared

[biillys]

BILLY WEEK → DAY THREE

almost made it, almost made it home

deb never; out of time

#is this?? even like?? a contribution???? #like is it even the correct colours? #bro idek if these lyrics go with these gifs. yet here we are. #its fine its totally fine we all good here #anyway! hope this is something! #songs that i listen to by deb neverr that scream billy to me: same and swimming #song by deb never that i chose to put on this set literally as i was adding text: oh out of time for SURE. #harringroveweek #billyweek23 #m #gifs #billyhargroveedit

[fisheito]

OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........

WAIT.

✨C l o a c a C r e w✨

#is there a way to turn someone's tags into regular text or must i continue turning words into jpgs like a savage? #blade walks into the bathroom too and goes “oh?? u talking about the stall??” #“it's great! my voice bounces around while i'm in there so singing is super fun. here lemme show u” #cut to scene where it's blade crowding eiden/yakumo/rei into one stall and making them sing to test the bathroom acoustics #blade wears a hard hat while swimming in the shark tank #does it make sense? no. but blade does not want to be left out of the hat game. safety first! #did i go down another abyss of articles about owl and shark anatomy to confirm cloacas before i drew this? yes. #the tags tho #olivine (ever the caring coworker) tries to stop edmond from gorging on sugary carrots but edmond will outrun him #or stuff his face so fast that olivine cannot stop him #several hours later u just find edmond curled up on the ground in the rabbit pen #bc of tummy ache. #he is under a mountain of fluffy potatoes (bunnies) trying to comfort him #olivine knew this would happen so he's out there gently extracting edmond from the pile and coaxing him to rest properly #i wonder what the staff room fridge looks like. #WHO PUT AN ENTIRE KING SALMON ON TOP OF MY SALAD #anyway. they can probably eat relatively normal humanish food. #or maybe that fridge is just a decoy fridge (and a place for edmond's full 3 heads of lettuce) #and the real lunch fridge is in the back with all the “animal food storage” #u open it up and it's just a pixellated blur of gore #blame all the carnivores working here. they demand fresh meat. #zookeeper au #yakumo #eiden #rei #blade #edmond #olivine

[haechannabelle]

hiiii i had to leave work early because Mental Illness but now i’m with my kitty !! and it’s all okay :’) <33

#anyone out here have HPPD ?? mine is weirdly flaring up #i was at work and the floors were alive #like swimming and breathing #very unsettling #anyway i explained that to my manager and she was like yeah dude go home lol #it’s less scary here with my kitty <3 #and my fiancé will be home soon !! #annabelle talks #unsober tag

[burningcomputerpersona]

I CAN'T BELIEVE BELMONT RELEASED A NEW BANGER AND NONE OF Y'ALL THOUGHT TO TELL ME ABOUT IT

#gotta do everything by myself around here #anyway go check them out they sound amazing #it's amazing how they keep their sound fresh #while still keeping the core sound of pop punk #a lot of bands that try to experiment with their sound end up feeling bland and overproduced to me #so it's awesome when I hear bands making new music that hits that perfect zone #anyway easycore my beloved please come back to me #i don't even know if they call themselves easycore anymore tbh but their shows go harddd #saw them live last year with can't swim and the pit was wayyy harder than I expected and it was fucking amazing #also they came back for an encore and played country girl which i had not been expecting at all #bc a lot of reviewers had been hating on it and it did sound kinda out of place in the album with the whole country song parody vibes #but lemme tell you #they fucking killed it with the encore they had absolutely no right going that hard #anyway I'm gonna have to go check if/when they're touring so i can get tickets #their live shows are an experience i do no wanna miss #especially with the way the new album is sounding #belmont #liminal #pop punk #easycore #crabcore #metalcore #post progressive #look im not very good with genres okay i just added everything I've heard fans call them #anyway go check them out I'm gonna be here listening to this song on repeat #Youtube

[harrylights]

ok i just need to write down these whack 1d dreams i’ve had the last couple days

#so two nights ago it was that zayn had a reality dating show and i was ON IT #and the whole time i was like 😭 i’m too gay for this can i leave pls #it was in this place that was both super tropical but also a desert #and zayn INSISTED we keep going on these long ass walks thru the sand i was just like bro can we go back #and he got mad at me when i said i needed to go take a walk to decompress after this story about his ex that he told me #it was so vivid and surreal #but then the dream i just woke up from i was part of 1d in like 2013 era??? #and it was sooo busy so many interviews and a couple fan meeting things #and i was like damn this is exhausting #but also got to see these beaauuutiful places #like one of our hotels was suspended directly over this crystal blue water that had orca swimming thru it and we swam w the orca #and both harry and louis separately plotted w me to pull pranks on each other #harry was also like?? psychic?? like he could send images into everyone’s heads but he only did it w nice things lol #and then randomly at the end he came to work w my at this body jewelry company i used to work for #but like he was still him and on our application form to work there we had to disclose our income for some reason #and on his he was like i’m not telling u this 😐 don’t push it #like w the emoji too fhdhskeldk #but i’m out here like why am i dreaming of these guys even more when i’m taking a break from them #like i still listen to their music ofc but i don’t have the energy to participate in the fandom rn #it’s like they know and they’re like #u thought u could forget about us!!!!! syke bitch we’re haunting ur dreams now <3 #but whatever i’ll take this over the other vivid dreams i’ve been having lately #anyway #rowyn rambles

[softquietsteadylove]

3rd- Kro has been keeping his eyes on Gil and noticed Gil on the market, he told Gil that he saw her with a lady— Gil said that it was her sister Sersi. But Kro insisted and described the lady with a blonde hair, pale skin, every detail that made Gil clench his fist. He said that although he was using his binoculars he could see how beautiful that lady is. Kro also described to him the treasure he caught days ago and it happens that how he described it is the same how he described the lady he said was with Gil and that made Gil even more mad.

Gilgamesh tried to mess with him asking if the treasure he caught was a human because he describes it very humanly, but Kro just laughed cornering Gil with the question where is the lady that he's with days ago. And then Thena suddenly submerging walking through Gil's back, she cameback and she went with the plan Gil instructed to her earlier ago (you decide what plan that is and reveal it here). Luckily Gil and Thena had manage to stay with the plan without getting suspicious. Kro walked through Gilgamesh and Thena tried hissing at him but Gil managed to soothe her for Kro not to notice something unusual with her. Kro said that he'll keep an eye on him but he's looking at Thena, and then they left.

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"Gil."

"Kro."

Gil grunted as Kro shoved him aside, marching into the house again. He wasn't here to dance around the subject, though. He had a wire in hand already, "where is she?"

Gil shut the door, keeping an eye on the muscleheads Kro had brought with him. "This again?"

"Nice try, Gil," Kro snarled at him, not waiting to get in his face this time. "I saw you."

"You're seeing me now, aren't you?" Gil sighed. He really didn't have any fight left in him.

Kro grabbed the front of Gil's shirt, shaking him, "at the market. I know it was you and your little catch, Gil--my catch."

Gil just looked at Kro.

Kro released him, taking up that same, sickening grin that made Gil's skin crawl the last time they had talked. "She is quite a catch, too, isn't she?"

Gil remained silent, watching as Kro walked around the kitchen. Just like before, nothing was out of place; Gil had made sure to put away any extras of anything. There wasn't another plate at the table, there wasn't another mug in the sink. Nothing that would give him the impression that someone else was there.

"Quite a beautiful thing, she is," Kro chuckled to himself. He ran his fingers along the wire looped around into the shape of a noose. "You can see why I'm looking for her, can't you? I don't see why you're fighting so hard when you clearly haven't sold her anywhere, either."

"Sold her?"

"Waiting for the right offer?" Kro postulated, skipping right over the horrific implication he was making. "I thought about calling some aquariums for it, but they would probably just pull the 'animal cruelty' card. But some of those water parks with the whale shows are still up and running. Maybe the big one in Florida would pay the right amount for her."

Gil gripped his fists so tight they ached. "You...were going to sell her?--to an amusement park?"

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" Kro laughed in his face. "Come now, Gil--a catch like her could make us billionaires!"

"Us?" Gil raised a brow at him.

"Look," Kro raised his hands to him, although the wire noose stayed around his elbow. "I know you're hiding her. I'm willing to make a deal. You surrender her to me, and I'll split the money for her with you. I'll even give you the five hundred thousand reward; consider it a deposit."

"I don't want your money."

"Everyone says that before they have it," Kro shrugged, still convinced that Gil had a price, all he had to do was find it. "You're telling me you're happy to drag yourself out to sea everyday of your life?"

"What I'm telling you-" Gil moved forward, grasping Kro's shirt this time. "Is that I'm not going to let you hunt down Thena for sport."

"Oh," Kro's eyes sparked in amusement. "You've fallen for the fish?"

"She's not a fish."

"A whale, then?" Kro cackled. "Or is she more like a dolphin?"

"She's a person, Kro," Gil released him, his eyes darting out the window towards his dock. "And she's back from work."

"What?"

Gil walked out of the house, freely ignoring the wall of muscle Kro had brought as backup. He continued his easy pace, even as Kro shot out of the house and ran ahead of him.

Sersi guided Gil's dinghy to the dock at a gentle pace. She secured its knot easily, although she had to grip the sides as Thena shot to her feet and scrambled out of the boat and onto the dock, "careful!"

Kro's jaw dropped as he watched Thena walk over to them, a dress floating around her legs, her feet bare and plain to see. "How-"

"Hey, Sweetheart," Gil smiled, although Kro would never be able to perceive the tentative nature of it. He breathed out a shaky sigh as Thena ran to him, allowing him to fold his arms around her. He buried his nose in her hair, "I missed you."

"This is impossible!" Kro snarled at them. He raised a hand to inspect the mirage before him but Gil pulled her closer to him.

"Hey man, you can't just touch women you don't know," Gil chided as he would if they were in a petty squabble in the pub. He grasped Thena's shoulder.

"Kro," Sersi greeted rather dryly as she also walked up the dock towards them. "I see you've beaten yet another illegal poaching charge."

"What did you do?" Kro turned on her, ready to tower over her as he pleased.

"Hey!" Gil moved to block his sister from the monster of a man, only for Thena to beat him to it.

Sersi smiled as the blonde planted herself next to her. "I see you've met my colleague, Thena. She works at one of the marine wildlife posts in the Bering Sea. It's awfully lonely out there, but her year long outpost is finally over."

"Her what?"

Sersi held Thena's hands in hers. "I was so happy to be able to visit her and Gil here. I even met her friends."

"Friends?"

"Oi!"

Kro leaned over the side of the dock, further aghast at the two people seated in Gil's dinghy. One was a lithe little woman, her legs stretched out at odd angles in soft looking yoga pants, and a menacing grin on her face. The other was a man, with a blanket over his legs but with boots and a heavy jacket on. "Wh-"

Ikaris glared up at him, "you givin' my sister a hard time up 'ere?"

Kro looked from the two in the boat back to Thena, whose legs were also undeniably there and functional. "This is impossible."

"What is?" Thena tilted her head at him (worsening Gil and Sersi's underlying anxiety about the whole thing).

Kro stood, walking back over to them. Gil and Sersi flanked her but Thena held his eyes. "I know it was you. You looked at me just like this when you were in that net."

Gil's fist tightened at Thena's back.

Thena tipped her chin up, though, a far ways away from cowering from him. She withheld herself from hissing at him, though. "Are you in the habit of stringing up human women in nets?"

"That sounds awfully suspicious, Kro," Sersi asserted as firmly as she could. "I would hate to have to tell people that you're an entirely different kind of predator."

"I wouldn't," Gil added.

Kro backed up just a step, but it was a step in the right direction. "I will get you for this. I don't know how you did it, but I will find you again, and you won't get away next time."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Gil shook his head at him, "don't say stuff like that to people!"

Kro turned, storming back up the hill and towards the far side of the island where he had parked his own motorboat. The wall of muscle followed him, seeing they wouldn't be transporting anything.

Gil and Sersi both let out positively gut-deep sighs of relief. Thena blinked at both of them.

Sersi held onto Thena, her knees wobbling, "that's enough excitement for one lifetime."

"I can't take this," Gil gasped on Thena's other shoulder.

"Is he gone?!"

Thena smiled letting the fretful siblings lean on each other and ride out the adrenaline in their systems. She leaned over to look down at her own fretful sibling. "He's gone."

Ikaris threw himself in the water without a second of hesitation. They never did manage to get pants on him, since his legs were just barely formed enough anyway. He had protested that he wasn't exactly given much time to learn and practice!

Makkari also descended back to the water and let her legs form back into her red scaled tail. She resurfaced, looking around her at the remains of the yoga pants Thena had wrestled onto her. Sorry.

Sersi rejoined Thena, waving, "don't worry, they served their purpose. Thank you for all your help."

Makkari smiled and waved at the rather funny and agreeable human. She had enjoyed the boat ride over chatting with Sersi. She looked at Ikaris, well, Loverboy?

He hissed at her. Thena raised her brows as he looked at Sersi in a peculiar way. "Thank you for helping to protect my sister. I am indebted to you."

Ikaris and Makkari both swam off, not particularly eager to stick around.

Sersi waved until they disappeared from view. She looked at Thena, "he seems rather nice."

Thena gave her a positively baffled look, "Ikaris?"

Gil rolled his eyes behind her, "speaking of rather nice, how is Dane?"

"Oh!" Sersi shot to her feet, dusting off her knees with a sheepish smile, "h-he's good--asked me to say hello."

"Hm," Gil smirked at his flustered sister, although she swatted at him for it. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, forcing her to endure a side hug from him, "thanks for coming, Serse."

Sersi sighed from within the coil of his arm, "of course I would! I can't believe you didn't tell me about this sooner!"

"Thinks he can handle everything by himself."

Sersi grinned at Gil's look of devastation at Thena's jab. She pulled Thena into a hug, "he does, doesn't he?"

"Stick around, join us for dinner," Gil gave his sister's shoulder a little pat. He nodded behind him at the house.

Sersi looked between the two and nodded, heading up to the cabin by herself.

Gil, finally alone with Thena, sighed. He tilted his head, trying to get a look at her, "Angelfish?"

She looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes. "Your plan worked."

"Well," he sighed, daring to stretch out a hand to her. She let him take hers, and immediately she felt some of his muscles loosen. "Bringing Sersi with you was what really made it work."

Thena accepted the truth of it silently, waiting for more.

Gil moved closer, "I'm so sorry, Thena. I should have asked you from the beginning what you wanted to do. Neither of us would have had to go through this."

Thena swayed on the spot. She had been waiting to hear those words, but her chest tightened, like after she would let Ikaris swim into a particularly dangerous set of caves. "I...understand why you did what you did."

Gil pulled her closer by the waist, fully holding her in his arms. She sighed into his chest, having missed the warmth of him, the scent of his shirt, the solidity of his arms around her. "Still, you were right, and I won't forget that."

Thena happily melted into him, having gotten the apology she wanted. "I missed you too."

Gil nuzzled into her, "Angelfish, you have no idea how much I missed you. It's so lonely here; I don't know how I lived out here before you."

Thena soaked up his affectionate words like a happy little seasponge. She purred, "poor, lonely Mister Human."

"I know, I know," he chuckled, not separating from her much to look at her as he spoke. "No more, though. I want you here, with me."

Thena dashed her eyes to the end of the dock coyly, "what if I rather liked being able to swim freely again?"

"Then you can," Gil rushed to promise, burying his face in her neck again. "I'll keep a light at the end of the dock and I'll keep your safe box stocked for you, always. But-"

"Gil," Thena laughed, tipping his head up again. He looked frightened, "I want to be here, too--with you."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she inhaled at the sensation she had been dreaming of feeling for the last few days. She blinked as he moved his lips from her forehead to her cheek. It felt different, but in kind of a nice way.

"Come on," he said gently, holding her hand ever so delicately in his, like when she was first getting used to being on land. "I'm making your favourites, and there are plenty of sardine snacks."

Thena happily joined him in walking up the hill, hand in hand. She caught Sersi's head - clearly watching them from the kitchen window - ducking down to avoid them. She felt her cheeks warm.

"I was going to go get some mangoes," Gil started, and she immediately looked at him with excitement. He offered a sheepish shrug, "but I thought...maybe you could come with me to get them?"

"Go to the market again?" Thena bounced on her toes (she had come a long way in her balance on land).

"Yep," he grinned at her enthusiasm, pulling her hand up to his lips. "We can take our time and enjoy the day in town, I can show you some more of the sights. What do you think?"

Thena leaned up, mimicking what Gil had done previously and touched her lips to his cheek. It turned a charming pink colour; maybe the nerves in the body could tell when lips touched different parts? "It sounds perfect!"

#Thenamesh Mermaid AU #pt 3 #the happy resolution! #because we all know I wasn't going to break them up #thank you so much for this amazing set of asks!!!! #but man did writing that part two hurt... #things work out though!!! #as soon as Thena left with Makkari and Ikaris #well immediately she went and curled up and lamented her dumb human boy troubles #then she immediately went out to find Sersi #poor Sersi just trying to have lunch at the aquatic centre where she works #gets scared to death by a familiar head of hair swimming up to the edge of the rockwall #Thena tells her about everything and Sersi is like my brother is dumb #here's what we're going to do #to his credit Gil is blind with worry okay? #anyway Sersi is like can you show Ikaris and Makkari how to make legs? #THena's like they might not be good but we can try #Sersi is the one who brings the clothes from the lost and found for them to wear #she throws a blanket over Ikaris since his legs aren't right and jesus he has to wear something #anyway she gets to visit with her brother and arguably one of her best friends and practically her sister-in-law #he's so happy now that Thena is back #it's a little manic at first but the more he can feel Thena settling back into their shared routine at home the more he relaxes #Sersi and her salad witness the whole thing

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Thinking so so hard abt selkie marcia au rn

#sep talks #marcia overstrand #selkie marcia au #she put it in a box the night she became eow and didn't look at it again until they had to leave via rubbish chute #and right before they all went in she was like WAIT HANG ON and disappeared into her room for 2 minutes and comes back with what looks like #just. A fur coat. And silas is like marcia wgat the FUCK we waited for u so u could go get ur fur coat??? The hell????? #and she's like well u see if I lose this I will simply kill myself (only half exaggerating) #she takes it w her when she does her transport back to the castle. Fortunately dd doesn't know what it is but unfortunately #that means it ends up on the street outside dn1 instead of With Marcia where it should be #she panics to alther abt this and he gets someone to go collect it for her when she gets out but she's still panicking abt it for basically #the whole time she's in dn1. And then the whole time she's on the ship #bc if she just had her coat!! She wouldn't be trapped!!!! She could just put it on and swim away!!!!!!!! #BUT NO #she doesn't get it back until silas+co come back to the cottage #and silas is like well here's ur fucking. Coat?? Idk why u wanted it so badly it doesn't even look that nice #(it's in a box for safekeeping at this point) #and marcia snatches it off him and has a brief moment where she debates transforming right there and then #she decides against it but he catches her sneaking out of the cottage with it that night anyway #he follows her bc like. It Does make sense she'd want to be outside after dn1 but also its the middle of the night??? #and then he sees her turn into a seal and is like oh my god. That explains so much #and then they have to talk abt it and its awkward bc neither of them want to talk abt sensitive topics w each other #it is a very brief conversation involving marcia threatening silas w murder if he ever tells anyone #and silas going jesus christ who do u think I am I'm not just going to tell everyone abt this?? I don't hate u that much??? #and then marcias like well I'm going to go disappear into the ocean for 1-5 business days congrats u get to invent an excuse for me #and then disappears into the ocean #and then after a few days she goes back to being eow and never talks abt being a selkie with anyone ever again #the end <333 #actually that was a lie septimus finds out bc one time the heating in the tower isn't working right and the fire isn't enough #so marcia decides (since sep is w his parents) to just be a seal for the day bc at least it'll be warm #and then she loses track of time and septimus gets home and there is panicked screaming on both sides before alther steps in to explain

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sooooo excited to go to the beach+pool this week with my family and be unable to have fun swimming bcuz i will have to rp as a girl if i wish to do so

#i took too long to look online for a better swimsuit and even tho i found a great one it wouldnt get here in time #so if i want to swim which i greatly enjoy. i have to wear my stupid fucking onepiece and be insanely uncomfortable I AM GOING TO KMS. #JOKING. but this shit fucking sucks. last summer i was rlly uncomfortable in it but i didnt rlly think about it #godddd my fucking entire legs and hips and collarbones are gonna be out im gonna throw up I DONT WANT TO LOOK LIKE THAT #ohhh my sweet swim shirt and trunk combo...... one day #anyways sorry to be negative. but this shit is gonna hang over my entire vacation and im not happy about it #serena.txt

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ok since tears of the kingdom is coming out like. insanely soon i figured i’ll just dump how i’ve been feeling abt it here. i wont tag for them and i dont intend to share any but because i have been actively seeking out spoilers i will vaguely reference them here so… idk really long musings on this game and my feelings abt it

(im just writing this out mostly for myself since i really kind of just. want to really figure out how i feel about this)

i… am not excited for totk?

i’ve figured out a bit ago that my severely waning interest in botw and general anxiety and discontent surrounding totk is just that… these games arent for me. i dont enjoy open world games with half a million things for you to do like it’s basically a sandbox. i struggle to really enjoy singleplayer minecraft. the space stage in spore gives me genuine anxiety, both when i played it as a kid and again when i reached it as an adult.

botw and totk are not games for me, and that’s cool. i’ve figured that out.

so why am i getting so damn anxious about this new game?

i am getting totk- not entirely of my own volition, i live with someone who is very genuinely excited for it, so it’s pre-ordered digitally on our switch. i am going to play it and complete it at least once.

the gameplay and world of botw never really got to me, and even what snippets of gameplay i see for totk dont really entice me. it just makes me anxious to think about the sheer amount of new stuff i’ll be dropped in the middle of and how i really dont care about this version of link or zelda or anyone else in botw’s hyrule

and some of the story spoiler stuff and general direction this game is going in has me just worried that the zelda series is moving away from what it used to be into an entirely new direction, that being a direction that it seems like i wont enjoy as much as everyone else seems to

so then i guess my main worry outside of totk is that i just end up struggling to really feel connected to the rest of the community about this? being a contrarian is fun until everyone is enjoying something you for some reason can’t get yourself to

i dont have a lot of hope in the story of totk to harken back to… ANYTHING of worth that past games have built up and made to be so important and interesting. hype is a dangerous thing for a not-yet-released game, and while i think the insane amount of speculation and theories and hype around totk will cause a lot of people to be disappointed with the final story, i dunno if i really wouldve liked it even if the story actually piqued my interest

maybe totk’s gameplay will really hook me. maybe i’ll enjoy the massive open world and gmod-ass gimmicks. but what ive seen of the story makes me less interested and the snippets of gameplay i see just make me remember how bored i now am with botw

at the end of the day this is just a video game with tags on this site i can blacklist and videos i can ignore and lore i can brush aside because at this point loz canon is a suggestion more than anything

i just cant shake the discomfort of once again being an outlier as everyone i see loses their mind about this new game while i just feel overwhelmed by it. i have played botw for a long time and have long since worn it out. i played age of calamity to completion and have not touched it or cared for it beyond the music since. i am not excited about totk and i feel like i am in the wrong due to my opinion

#salty talks #kinda personal? just angsting abt totk and being a lil negative abt it #at this point im not expecting it to blow me away. i no longer have fun playing botw. i do not care for the story or characters #this if anything is to soothe my nerves and is for the sake of my own wellbeing to articulate how i feel about this #it is cool to like. put your feelings into words. this is a lot more eloquent than ‘i miss linebeck’ #it feels kinda selfish to bitch abt a game thats not out yet and complain abt it not seeming enjoyable to me #but it looks like a genuinely good game. but its not for me. and thats what im ruminating on here #like i love linear stories games that limit you and fun little gimmicks and characters with complex arcs and all that #i played a little bit of skyward sword earlier and was finishing up the cistern dungeon and was so delighted to see the main statue lowered #i love the dungeons with gimmicks that flip everything around and force you to really think abour your next move #im excited to reach the water temple in oot again to swim around and tinker with the water level #i cant wait to finish oot and move onto mm and its wonderful gameplay and areas #id love to revisit albw and get back to playing ph (and maybe finishing triforce heroes idk abt that one i just want the linebeck outfit) #i played botw for like ten minutes a few weeks ago and then put it away without a second thought #so. if anyone wanted to know how i feel abt totk. its a bit alienating #i might blacklist every variation of ze/ink tbh. sayonara you weeaboo shits and your bland fucking milquetoast ship thats kinda irritating #i may delete this bc it errs on the side of being too personal but i really just need to write this stuff downh #anyways. going back to writing my thing abt my oc n linebeck hanging out and being gay

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when u wake up to a text from ur dad telling you orcas were spotted down the cape swimming with dolphins 🥲🐬🩵

#was cute #ppl think about me #also super weird because two days ago I was talking to my friend about how I was wished orcas would come here more often #and that it would be around the cape because of the seals and sharks #creeps me out a little #shit like that happens all the time to me #🧙🏻‍♀️? #anyways fuck work I’m going to find me an orca to hug #and we’re gonna swim off into the sunset #they’re so rarely spotted here that I must go tell him/her I love them immediately #been needing some cape air #I’m always so happy when I go down anywhere in that area #wish I was going there instead of work for 9hrs rn 😔 #I have to win the lottery…… #can I manifest that damn