The cores are having a sleepover! Lego Movie is awesome

what are some things that inspired your wheatley design 😲😲 i think he looks absolutely lovely in your artstyle and i would love to know if you had any inspirations for his design (i also may or may not have a crush on him)

thank you!! idk if you mean his human or android design but i’ll explain both :D starting off with his android design, he is the very first one i did for any of the portal charas so every other core design is based off his technically lol (except glados whose design varies quite a bit but yknow, she’s the queen and all). i was inspired by other ppl’s android designs for sure, i knew i wanted to include round glasses (robots wearing glasses is peak character design imo very funny), messy hair, his core on his chest because i love it as a design choice even if it’s the most common one i’ve seen. and his handles are an important part of him so i had to add them somewhere, i had seen some artists out them on his shoulders and i was like YES thats cool. So i did that. and the second handle hanging around his hips/legs because i felt like the lower body of my design was lacking with silhouette elements. as i was playing the game for the first time he immediately striked me as a butler-y type of character?? so his android design has a “classier” look (he started wearing a bowtie after he was assigned the job in the extended relaxation center to. Appear friendlier i guess lmao). Despite loving all the tall android wheat designs i’d see online, I always pictured him as quite short, and since he does call himself ‘tiny little wheatley’ i thought it couldve fit to give him a shorter model than the majority of the other cores.

As for his human design, it evolved quite a bit overtime. i was totally, 100% influenced by all the blonde wheatleys with blue eyes i’ve seen in fanart 😭 i did kinda picture him as a ginger at first, but blonde wheatley absolutely took over LMAO. my first human design of him didn’t satisfy me in the slightest tho so i decided to change it by making him chubby and have more facial hair/body hair in general and i immediately went oh yes, now THIS is a wheatley im happy with lol. i had seen a lot of different interpretations of his human look and i personally love the most when people draw him short and fat so i was like. i NEED to upgrade him. other than that his human design is much simpler than his android one bc i do think he’d look like just Some Guy. Some stressed anxious guy who’s constantly on edge in his work place and has little to no time nor energy to dress up much. Very average office guy. He kinda balances out his android self who is fancier.

so in short, my inspo was other amazing portal fanartists 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i love yall

HI!! PORTAL 2 x MINDVERSE :33

I'm so sorry for my cringe btw :((

What if I added 4 idiots to your Portal 2? :3

Summary: After Chell leaves the hospital she basically thinks over the events of Portal 1 for a week, not leaving Felix and their shared apartment, eventually Felix and Barmey get them to spill about what happened and she does, telling them about the advanced portal technology and the crazy evil sentient robot who killed the whole facility and tried to kill them so she killed her first, aaaaand they didn't believe her, thinking they probably got fired or they quit and was just embarrassed about it, with Gordon (who was overhearing) instigating the idea, in his words "if they were stupid enough to put a killer robot in charge of the whole facility they would've shit down a looong time ago". Chell is upset/annoyed that her friends (+ Gordon) don't believe them and, after a lot of pestering, agreed to show them the wreckage of Aperture Science.

Felix was the one to drive them there, they all travel deeper into the facility and Chell tries to find the remains of GLaDOS while the others explore, little did they know, they accidentally activate the party escort bots and get ambushed by multiple of em, being knocked unconscious for struggled against them and placed in statis in the Relaxation Centers, being mistaken for volunteer test subjects.

Chell Nanako (Attempt #4)

-The last one to wake up

-teams up with Wheatley to find her friends and escape

-Wheatley isn't too fond of the idea but doesn't try to sway Chell

-Chell was told she's only been asleep for 5 years

-won't admit it, but they actually have fun testing again

-They feel guilt for giving in and bring everyone to the facility, hoping they're not hurt or worse

-Grows attached to Wheatley because hes endearing to her, taking their mind off... Everything.

-plus, he's all she really has right now.

Gordon Freeman (Attempt #3)

-the 3rd to wake up, he was woken up by Wheatley who loudly knocked on his door

-Found an aperture science jumpsuit and boots in the closet

-Gordon saw how incompetent and wreckless Wheatley could be and ditched him at the first opportunity, choosing to traverse Aperture by himself

-actively avoids Wheatley

-stole a red portal gun from a tall deactivated robot

-ties his portal gun around his waist with a belt

-while traveling through what was left of Aperture, he came across the Oracle Turret, Gordon had never heard a turret speak like it did, so he took it with him, the turret helping him avoid danger while saying the vaugest and foreshadow-y things

-carries the turret on his back with a blanket

-Gordon is trying to find everyone, but his main priority is finding Felix.

Felix Freeman (Attempt #2)

-2nd to wake, Felix woke up on his own and looked around to see nature taking over his room

-Felix has no memory of who he is or where he is but he's absolutely terrified and tries to find a way out, ultimately giving up after what feels like days

-he camps out in the back rooms of Aperture, near some of the ramblings of Doug and a Chell mural

-Felix gets dresses and leaves him room, basically trying not to trip over a vine or fall in a hole.

-found a prototype portal gun in a pile of rubble, had no idea what it was and almost shot his head off

-ran into a companion cube and found it strangely comforting, he doesn't take it everywhere but comes back to it when he needs to calm down

-Felix sometimes runs into Doug Rattmans writings and secret rooms, he has no idea what they mean but it causes him to be super paranoid and suspicious of anything, getting an awful feeling about his situation

-recognizes the woman in the art, he finds them slightly comforting

Barney Calhoun (Attempt #1)

-first to wake up, Wheatley broke his door down and scared the hell outta Barney, also found vines growing around and almost grabbing his legs, ew

-was told to get dressed and he did, got a two piece jumpsuit instead of a one piece jumpsuit.

-immediately asked Wheatley what was happening and Wheatley told him they were escaping, when asked where his friends were, Wheatley, very bluntly, said "I don't know- probably dead, a lot of people died in their room, no one even told me the power went out in some rooms!" And this freaked Barney out, refusing to believe his friends were all dead

-this lead to Barney leaving Wheatley to find someone, anyone. He didn't want to believe that he was all alone in this

-he tied his jacket around his neck like a cape as a way to comfort himself

-found a blue portal gun from a small deactivated robot

-heard a small almost soft voice greet him from around the corner, as he turned the corner he ran into a turret that began to open fire at him, he just barely took cover, but not before a bullet grazed and scared under his left eye

-absolutely hates turrets, thinks the innocent voice they use is cruel considering how dangerous they can be

a human morming (wheatley fic)

notes: there is not a lot of plot in this just bc i rlly wanted to write vibes wjfjwjfj

anywho this is a blue sky inspired wheatley fic that i wrote on the bus hope its good.

its just wheatley waking up early and feeling the simple pleasures of the morning. fluffy wjfjejf

WHEATLEY AWOKE WITH A GROAN, his back stiff and his head not wanting to stay horizontal for much longer.

it was a new experience for him honestly. typically before and after he had gotten his new flesh body, he would awake at around 9am-ish give or take a few minutes (and even then he often woke up from falling off the couch or mattress he was sleeping on) which often meant wheatley awoke to an already bright blue sky for the majority of his time as a human. the smell of cooked pastries rolling softly from the warm kitchen and chell's radio humming quietly songs to fill the air.

however, today was the rare exception to all of this as wheatley checked the clock on the wall and saw numbers reading "7:29am" in a dull yet solid white.

kicking the blankets off, he slowly rolled himself to the edge of the bed before stopping just at the right moment before he would usually fall. his plain t-shirt rolled up slightly and his faded red shorts clung tightly to his slim legs.

sitting upright, wheatley quickly stretched his arms before getting up and opening the door. trying to open it as quiet as possible.

the door creaked open, and it's here where wheatley fully realized the differences between his usual waking time and now.

the house was oddly still, where before the hustle of noise from outdoors and the kitchen would fill the silent air like a sort of melody that crept into your mind, came nothing but the hum of the fridge and the sound of wind softly rustling outside his window.

it felt somewhat eerie in a way. the silence as haunting as the chill back There, with nothing but the same white walls, cold gray surfaces, and mechanical hum of machinery surrounding you.

yet, as wheatley took a few tentative steps out into the hallway and into the living room, he could feel the comforting familiarity within the surroundings ease his rising anxiety. the floor comfortingly still, not moving an inch. the hum of the fridge consistent in its melody but holding an odd human feel to it.

it reminded him that he wasn't There anymore. free from Her grasp, and above the desolate chambers he grew used to. 

it also reminded him that he was human now- well again. and a slight unease began to creep up from his chest, a familiar -yet quieter- voice slowly rising in his mind. worries and anxieties threatening to spill like a tsunami of thought.

exhaling, he found himself opening the front door quietly and stepped out into the porch.

the cold morning air bit at wheatley's t-shirt, it's breeze flowing through his blond tousled hair and figure like water. a soft golden yellow accenting the grass in an almost soft vintage glaze. the sky as blue and clear as ever, yet it almost seemed softer than the 9 am skies he grew used to.

he stared at the town of eaden for a while from the comfort of Chell's porch. the usually alive and thriving town in a quiet pause of peace. those awake walking at a steady pace while  the rest were in their beds dreaming of frogs and other human things. 

much like chell, wheatley thought to himself, a slight blush rising to his face as he ran a hand through his hair. his arms leaning against the railing comfortingly.

he supposed being human was a lot easier than he initially thought to be, if it meant this sort of peace and domesticity was to be found here. he *had* managed to survive being human before being put into a core after all.

wheatley smiled, closing his eyes and allowing the warm feeling of ease flow through him and linger.

suddenly wheatley could hear the familiar rhythm of footsteps coming from the door, the noise slowly fading in before becoming crisp and close.

as the noise sounded to be right beside him, he felt the pressure of someone's head leaning against his arm. soft wisps of hair grazing his skin and a familiar warmth beside him.

he didn't need to open his eyes to know it was chell. 

"morning" chell mumbled softly, a smile evident in her voice as she yawned.

wheatley grinned, opening his eyes again as he tilted his head to rest against hers. "g'morning"

an easy quiet rested between them with nothing but the wind filling the air.

as wheatley wrapped a loose arm around chell, hand comfortingly on top of one of her own. a slow and welcoming thought came to his mind.

and wheatley smiled.

being human isn't that bad after all

raz dnd 30

time to take on the feywilds! we see a big ol manor. dusky skies, dense forest, fancy hedges. parsley soo doesnt wanna be back here lol. says he has no idea where we are. teya says her sibs said they have family vaguely around here. parsley says no, avoid strangers please. have to avoid teya's relatives cause their gonna know the contract wants her. no woods wandering either. stay on the path!

parsley yells at wheatley teya and zen to stay on the path. senna is fine shes not dumb xD lights arent on in the manor. zens going to knock oh no. nothing but silence. time to find a path. senna links an arm with teya to keep her close. we find a straight path through the woods.

parsley asks if we know the rules of the feywilds. 'dont be yourselves!' dont accept any offers of anything. dont say thank you. best behavior watch out. teya awkwardly asks parsley about his leg. he asks about the stab wounds. he lies about believing everything will be ok xD wheatley hands parsley a flower and he says to not pick them. SP tries to go into the woods and gets scooped up.

some of the trees are moving oh no. parsley says thats normal lol. "wait until it starts raining flowers." oh neat. teya is messaging parsley about the twins friend abby that disappeared and he knew an abby. one of the moving trees is literally walking on the path and theres a house in it. theres a redcap inside! he pops his head out and checks us out.

parsley does a stupid bow and introduces himself and tries to get his name xD 'like from the court?' oh hes known joy. trying to find the court. no were not family pets. 'potentially' thanks man. talking about firbolgs. hes asks her name zedalia. hes trying to fucking take it wtf. hes trying to sell us stuff now wtf no. hes seen some bots that look like wheatley with red eyes the woods took em. he wants to talk to him privately? no he WANTS a word, no hes not giving you any fuck off. parsley says its a classic. teya gives him the word artichoke lol. he points into the woods of course asshole. fucker is blocking the path. move asshole.

welcome to the feywilds.

we see a hand reach out trying to drag itself onto the path. its a robot! then something drags it back into the forest. dont piss off the woods. the path begins to move and it splits in two great. going on the right path. were back at the fork somehow coming from the left. going back the previous way i guess. just a straight path now.

wheatley fucking asks the path if it can take us somewhere with medical attention. no response. the path splits in 8 for fucks sake. gonna keep following parsley on path 1. he asks teya if this is what she wanted lol. we see that fucking redcap again. he offers to get us out for a cost. we dont want it. teya is trying to fucking message the guy and senna grabs her but she just says it outloud. he wants parsley to put in a good word for him xD his name is fiddlefink. parsley finally agrees against his will xD

grabbing onto the walking tree! off the path and into the woods. some of the trees move out of the way. walking up a steep incline. then its sliding down. we approach a big town in front of a castle!

“Hold Me Till I’m Warm”

word count: 803 pairing: Kermit/Wheatley tags: bickering, pre-relationship, cuddling content warning: mild swearing posted to ao3 | divider

Using two desk chairs and tarp, Kermit made a small blanket fort for it and Wheatley. The humming of light bridges and muttering turrets filled the building.

“I really don't think we should be resting.” Wheatley voiced his opinion, anxiety growing in his voice.

“I know, I know.” Kermit sat down next to Wheatley, removing his black tattered backpack from his back. Using it as a pillow.

“Yawwwn~” he wiped his eyes. Trying to get some well deserved shut eye.

“Seriously, how can you be tired at a time like this? You humans need to get your priorities in order.”

“Not a human.” Kermit mumbled.

“Whatever you are, you need to get your priorities in order.” Kermit didn't answer.

“Please” he pleaded “Your my only legs out of here”

“Hmmm- that's cool.” Kermit muttered, too tired to care, too tired to listen. 

“PLEASE!! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplase-”

“Wheatley!” Kermit sat up, aggressively grabbing him by the handles and shaking him up and down.

“Do you have an off switch?” he stopped shaking.

“No! Why?” the panic in his voice rose.

“I. Need. To. Sleep.” his ping pong ball eyes somehow found a way to look angry.

“What? Why are you angry? What’ve I done!? I’m trying to save your life.”

“I don't care about that right now.” Kermit stumbled over words, the sleepiness overtaking him with every passing moment.

“I’m fucking eepy and I need my beauty sleep- let me have my beauty sleep.” Kermit shook him harder, hoping something would shut him up.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll be quiet, but we need to go sooner rather than later.” Wheatley whispered as  Kermit fell asleep. 

-

Kermit arose. The sound of rain, presumably from outside. Softly echoed throughout the building, joining the choir of light brides and turrets. He looked around him, the area he had rested was just as messy and ruined as before. The floor was scattered with scrap metal and bullets. He then turned his attention to Wheatley, the robot-thing in charge of helping him out though that was a role he mostly assigned for himself.

“Wheatley…” he whispered, trying to wake him gently. “Did I shake him too hard?” he hovered a hand over his round body wondering as to whether or not he should be touched.

“I want to touch him…” he thought to himself “don't know why though.” “He's so round and huggable.” If he could blush, he would blush. “Ahhh, what am I talking about.” he restrained his arms from grabbing him.

“Wheatley…” Kermit tried to wake him again.

“Ahh!” Wheatley’s big blue eye opened wide, his iris shrinking as it looked around. His body trembled in a state of panic.

“W- what's that noise!? Bullets? The building’s going down! I think the roof is falling.” the noise of light rain outside continued to pitter patter.

Kermit laughed at him “No.”

“Have you lost your bloody mind! The building’s collapsing and we need to go!”

“It’s raining.” Kermit laughed 

“Ohhhh, you think you know more than me. I’m pretty sure I’d know if it was raining or not…” Wheatley paused for a second, Kermit smugly smiled at him. “What's rain?”

“Rain? I dunno, water that comes from the sky. Like clouds suck up water on the ground, and then they spit it back down.”

“Right, rightrightright. I knew that. I just wanted to know that you knew that.” the seemingly ever constant anxiety in his voice calmed down, his eye changing to a normal size.

“Sure you did.” Kermit giggled “Should we get going now?” he groaned. 

“I mean do you want to?” he responded, confusing Kermit.

“Last night you were saying that we weren't on the go, why have you changed your mind now? Aren't we in immediate danger?”

Wheatley looked away from Kermit. “Well if you need more rest I don't see why not?”

“That's not what you said last night?” the two paused for a moment, “. . .I am cold though.” He took down the tarp above him and wrapped it around his body, trying to warm himself up.

“Why don't I sit on your lap?” the round metal robot suggested, Kermit shivered at the idea. 

“Wouldn't you be cold, metal is cold till you hold it for too long and then it becomes warm.”

“Well-” Kermit could sense an ulterior motive “hold me till I’m warm.”

Kermit sighed “sure~”

He grabbed Wheatley by his handles and placed him onto his lap. Bits of puppet fur softly wriggling into his crevices. The sound of rain grew louder and louder covering the light bridges and turrets. Kermit placed his head on the top of Wheatley, the soft relaxing humm of his fans rung throughout Kermit's ears. Warmth filling his body with every passing second, a bubbly happy feeling rose in the two.

“Are you warm yet?”

“No” Wheatley lied.

“Good…”

Ho, ho, ho, @samrbdrawsdraws! I'm your @portal-secret-santa!!

I wrote some holiday Blue Sky for ya! I tried to make Wheatley as "evil" as possible lol.

Hope you enjoy! And Happy Holidays ❤️

The Lights

"That's enough, Wheatley! Too many lights and she'll overload! Take out the whole dang town and then some."

"Hang on, I've almost got it! Just gotta... get this tangle here, and... there! Foxglove is holiday'd up!" Wheatley leaned back on the beam to admire his handiwork of tying up the last string of twinkling lights.

Garrett shook his head. "I sure hope this don't blow up in our face... literally. Alright, get down here and I'll turn 'em on!"

"Right, on my way!" His long legs clambered down to the beam below him, being extra careful not to ruin his hard work. Not careful enough, however, as one of his sneakers snagged a plug and caused him to lose his balance.

"Ahhh!!!" He screamed as his right leg tangled in the lights, halting his fall. Garrett and Chell stood beneath him, arms outstretched to catch him, then Garrett chuckled as Chell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God. Not falling to my death today, no siree! But.. yeah wow, this is embarrassing. Um, could you... could you help me down now? Being upside down offers new, er, perspective hehe, but I'd really like to be on the ground to admire the lights now, and, and not die."

Garrett laughed again as he approached the very long extension chord with the light switch on it. "Well let's admire 'em, then." With a click, Foxglove lit the field with lights of every color, twinkling and shimmering in every direction. The townsfolk that had been lingering nearby now crowded the tower, only a moment passing before they noticed the dangling upside-down man wrapped up in multicolor. Chell couldn't help but giggle herself.

"You did good, Wheatley. The lights look fantastic. You even added our first ornament!" Garrett grinned up at him. Wheatley crossed his arms.

"Very funny."

The Snow

Wheatley cuddled further into his blanket. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet, but he knew it was far too cold to get up. He reached for Chell, hoping her body heat might add some relief, but his hand met with a cold pillow. "Chell...?" He mumbled, before the dark room flooded with light. "Ah! What the bloody-... Chell, what are you doing, luv?"

His partner stood by the now-open window, gripping the curtains. She grinned back at him. "It's snowing." He blinked. He had heard of snow before, but being deep underground in a facility for heaven knows how long, you never got to see it. He knew it was white and cold, but this...

He rubbed his sleepy eyes behind his glasses and came to stand next to her, wrapped in his blanket. And the white bright world that met his gaze was, to put it simply, beautiful.

White, but glittering with so many colors in the sunlight. He knew it would be cold, but something about the freshly fallen powder made him just want to fall in it. Maybe it wouldn't be too cold?

Wheatley had been so entranced by the snow that he didn't even notice Chell had left his side. She was throwing things onto the bed. Leggings, coats, scarves, sweaters, hats and socks. She grinned at him as she grabbed her sweater. "Bundle up."

Well, he was right about one thing. It was cold. But the second thing he noticed was how quiet it was. Like the world was muffled. Aside from the people now gathering in the streets.

Chell stepped off the porch and held out a hand to him. "Come on." Wheatley looked down at her and jumped when he saw his own breath coming from him. "A-are you quite sure it's safe for humans to b-be out in this? It's quite cold, bloody cold, that..." Chell rolled her eyes and grabbed his gloved hand. He whimpered quietly as he stepped off the safety of the porch.

Crunch.

The noise the snow made when he stepped on it was so... satisfying. He took a few more steps and giggled. Then he took off at a run, dragging Chell with him. "Wheatley, careful! You're gonna-"

His foot came out from under him and then he was on his back, Chell tripping over him and landing on his tummy. "....slip."

"Owww, thanks for the warning..." Wheatley groaned as Chell helped him to his feet. Now he was cold AND had a headache. She smiled up at him, and then something flew and hit her in the shoulder.

"AHH! What was that!?? Are we under attack??" Wheatley grabbed Chell's head and held it to him, looking frantically for danger. The twins laughed from behind a truck.

Chell shoved him off and laughed. "No, it's a snowball fight!" She leaned down and grabbed 2 handfuls of snow. She gestured for him to follow and snuck up to the truck. When the twins peeked above the bed, she nailed them square in the face.

Chell and the boys laughed as some other kids joined in. Wheatley ducked for cover behind her, but she pulled him out. "Try it!" She handed him a snowball. He eyed it curiously, then one nailed him on his stomach. "Oof! Ohh, mate, you're in for it now!" Wheatley gripped his snowball and chucked it as hard as he could at the kid that hit him. The impact on the kid's back knocked him over, but he laughed and kept on playing.

"That was..." Chell approached him. "You good?" Wheatley looked at her... than laughed maniacally. "FEEL MY SNOWY WRATH!! MUAHAHA!" The town never stood a chance. Wheatley's reach and speed was simply too much as he nailed every person that he could find. It would have been scary had it not been for how much he kept slipping and getting drenched himself.

Finally, his snowy tyranny stopped when his head got heavy and everything went white. Chell and Romy had ganged up on him and planted a massive snowball over his head. "Alright, you're done. Pretty sure half the town has a black eye now..." Romy sighed and shook her head.

Chell helped shake the snowball off of him and he sneezed. "Yeah... yeah I think I'm done."

The Mistletoe

The elf in the tree was grinning too smugly. He looked like he just heard a secret and was planning to not keep it so. This elf was hiding something...

"You can stare at it all you want, it's not going to move." Chell commented as she placed another platter on the dining table. "I know, but, this cheeky bugger is up to something..." Wheatley was nose-to-nose with something that Aaron referred to as an "Elf on the Shelf". This thing was on a Christmas tree, though. Very suspicious, indeed...

He eventually gave up the staring contest and plopped back down on the couch. The tree ended up looking a lot like Foxglove did, covered in multicolor lights, but this time with that cheeky elf and several other bright and colorful ornaments. Not a dangling Wheatley, course.

"Wheatley, come help me with setting the table," Chell called from the kitchen. He obliged and trotted into the kitchen. Several red and white plates were soon laid out over the table, with a vase of holly in the center. They were having a few people over shortly for their Christmas Eve dinner.

Wheatley wandered around, admiring the weird traditions that humans did around this time of year. What he now did around this time of year. He had heard of most of them, but one caught his eye.

There, above the doorway to the kitchen from the living room, was a small leafy plant with a red ribbon around it, dangling just below the doorframe. Was it to ward off ghosts? Intruders? Was it just a unique decoration?

"Hey, Chell, what might this be? I understand the tree now, and the pretty red flowers, but I've never seen this before." Wheatley asked from right underneath it.

Chell looked up from the oven, and smiled. She took off her mitts and approached him until she was standing just a few inches from him. She had this look on her face, smiling, but a hint of mischief?

"It's called a mistletoe." He furrowed his brows. 'A missile toe? It doesn't look like a missile or a toe? What does that even mean?" She laughed and draped her arms around his shoulders. "No, a mistletoe."

He gulped. Was there something in her egg nog? "Er... okay... and what is a mistletoe for exactly?" Her smiled widened, and next thing he knew, she was on her tippy toes and kissing him. He blinked and melted into her, his arms draping around her waist.

She pulled back and brushed a hair out of his poinsettia-red face. "That." He nodded, a little out of breath. "I-I see... Say, could we possibly, maybe, hang those everywhere around the house?" She laughed and kissed him again.

Oh, it was a very Merry Christmas, indeed.

Wednesday 6.. December 1837

8 ¾

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fine soft morning F36 ½° at 9 50 and breakfast – before breakfast was over went out to Mr. Wheatley – 2nd visit to Mangnall – doing very well – pity to shoot the horse – would do for a coach-house – then with Mr. Ramsden foundry man, in the new bank, who came about the drying closet – a stone floor would not answer – should be iron, and have a fire (like a boiler fire) to itself from the room adjoining the laundry – R-‘s job would cost about £6 of which about 17/. (2/. for Wood and 15/. for labour) for the models maker then finished breakfast and A- came and sat by me – she poorly but would ride to Bouldhsaw – off about 12 and back about 5 having sent George over from B- to the Bowling iron to inquire about the iron hay racks for farm stable (late cow house) – to come on Saturday or Monday – note to this effect in answer to my message meant to have gone to H-x but had Mr. Sharpe from near Redhall with his dark brown cart horse (led by John Sunderland of the old Dumb mill beershop) price 30 guineas – heavy, gummy legged, tup-faced – must be of slow action – rather slow – but all agree a good horse – six off – S- should have asked £25 thought of setting the gray against the brown – S- asked what I valued the gray at – 27 guineas – as well or better worth that than the brown worth 30 guineas – S- seemed unwilling to leave the horse on trial – asked if he would take gray and Magnall in exchange he made no answer – I said I would think about his horse, and let him know if I thought more of him – Sunderland asked what I would take for Magnall - £10 – what was the lowest? said I might shoot him and get but a sovereign for skin and carcase but I would not sell him for that – Townend came – stood by so did we all – (Sharpe Sunderland John Booth and David B- the mason) – while T- unloosed the dressings – a terrible cut, but veins and sinews safe and the wound doing very well – T- said the horse was not worth more than a sovereign now – I said if I did not have the animal shot, T- would hear and might come again, if he liked in a few days, and we would try to bargain – I would not keep the horse – all this and a long talk with DB. (want Edward to sleep at Northgate till the Crosslands take possession) took me till after 4 – then with Robert Mann + 5 at the low fishpond – and a little with the masons – the passage into the hall re-flagged temporary 3 men at the saddle room doorstead turning to the east end of the building (towards the coach house court) and walling up rewalling up the corner of the building – much shaken before being taken down – in the stables and about till near 6 – a little while with A- she gave me ten pounds towards bill for Northgate sometime in the wine cellar getting in 4 sacks of saw dust brought from H-x the other day and left at the cellar-door – warmed myself by cellaring the stuff myself – dressed – dinner at 7 10 Mr. Jubb here (saw him) this morning just before A- went – came 2nd time (1st on Monday) to see Cookson – much better as to the pain in her side. A- read French I read (much aloud) the newspaper – tea about 9 – wrote all the above of today till about 10 ¾ pm finish day for the time of year – asked Mallinson junior at noon what he had thought about Mitham (some days ago offered him buildings except the barn and Ing and little croft and gardens at £30 per annum) answer his intended father and mother in law very agreeable to it – I conclude .:. no objection to rent – said I had not yet received AG.-‘s answer – 2 swans 1st seen on the meer this morning strayed from somewhere – cousin came gently about dinner time F32° at 11 ¾ pm

TimeCrossed (Portal fic) Chapter 2: The supply closet

Word count: 885

Warnings: None! Except probably grammatical errors. Oops.

Enjoy! -Berry🍓

Chapter one here!

Nothing changed about Wheatley’s job over the next few weeks, but he started enjoying coming into work with the possibility of seeing Chell. 

She was a runner for her father, delivering papers, sorting files, and bringing coffee on Fridays.

Wheatley checked the time and got up, stretching. 

“I’ve been sitting for a solid 4 hours, mate. I need to go stretch my legs so they don’t fall off or something.”

Richard rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Go to the water cooler and find your girl, Wheatley.” 

Wheatley froze a moment acting fake offended.

“W-what?! Are you accusing me of leaving my post to go stare at some…girl??” 

Richard looked at him and laughed. “Just stating the facts. But don’t blame me when ya lose your job for flirting with her.” 

“I’m just getting paper, Richard, and possibly a glass of water. Nothing more, and n-nothing less.”

As he left the office he heard Richard mumble something about a “tall drink of water” before the door shut. 

Wheatley sighed and started down the fluorescent lit hallway. Everything in the facility felt too sterilized but also crawling with bacteria and disease. It made his skin crawl.

He stared at the grey tiles on the floor as we walked to go grab more paper from the supply closet.

As he opened the door and walked in he heard a gasp. 

He also gasped and turned to see Chell standing in the corner of the closet. 

“O-oh! So so sorry there ma’am…I was just, uh, just getting more um paper for…for…Are you okay? Actually that’s none of my business, is it? Sorry I shouldn’t have said anything it just…you look like you’re…crying?” 

Chell watched him and wiped her cheeks, trying to dry her tears but not smear makeup across her face. 

“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered. 

He took a careful step closer. “No no! Don’t apologize! You’ve done nothing wrong! I-I’m the one who barged in on you. I should’ve knocked for something.” 

She smiled a little. “It would look a little weird if you knocked on the supply closet.” 

His worry lessened when he saw her small smile so he tried to lighten the mood more. 

“Ah well. I mean it’s not, not a terrible idea is it? Who knows how many people use this place to sneak away and kiss or hide from their boss or something.” 

She laughed. “Have you ever walked in on something doing either of those things?” 

Wheatley felt a little twinge of pride at being able to make her laugh after crying. “Uhm, no. B-but! Between you and me?” 

He snuck closer like a child about to tell a secret. She played along and leaned in too. 

“I think Patrick from marketing, and Ellen, you know Ellen? The secretary on the second floor? Yeah, they totally have a thing for each other. Yep. But! But you didn’t hear it from me.” 

She sniffed and nodded. “Gotcha. I won’t tell anyone where I get the hot Aperture gossip from.” 

He laughed. “Ah yes! Don’t tell them that I have all the best gossip! I share my secrets with you and you alone!” 

They both chuckled and then the room went quiet. She turned and pulled a package of paper from the shelf behind her. 

“Here, this is what you came for, right?” 

He took it and looked at her. “Uh…yeah. This and um…well. C-can I just ask…are you okay? Genuinely? Seriously? Because if you’re not…I might have to just keep telling you gossip to make you feel better. T-that is, if you want me to?” 

She smiled sadly. “I’ll be okay, Wheatley. Thank you for caring.” 

His heart jumped at the genuine words and he nodded. “Of course. Anytime okay? Anytime you feel sad you can think to yourself ‘ah! I should go talk to Wheatley! Maybe he can make me laugh again!’ Because your laugh is so cute-“ He shut his mouth. 

She smiled awkwardly. 

Wheatley grimaced. “I’m such a moron when it comes to girls…I’m sorry.” 

She reached up to put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you’re not a moron.” She pulled a pen out of her skirt pocket and wrote a phone number on the corner of the package he was holding. 

“Don’t ever call yourself a moron. It’s such a mean word. Be nicer to Wheatley.” She lightly hit his arm with the pen. “Okay? Be nice. I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.” 

He nodded like a child being scolded until he heard her say the last bit and his head perked up.

“Wait wait…really?! And this number? Is it?” 

She chuckled. “It’s my telephone number for my house. If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.” 

He couldn’t believe his luck. “O-okay! I’ll call you!” 

She smiled and pat his arm. “Good. Because I want to hear more about the gossip.” 

They both left the supply closet and parted ways. He stared at the penmanship she’d scribbled on the corner of the paper packaging in awe. He replayed her kind words over and over in his head. 

“If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.” 

“I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.”

how did xiphoid

their design. Is so. If I had an action figure of them I would chew on the tail. How did you make them. also where did the idea for ledd come from he’s such a silly little guy

(Hopefully these are like. What you were looking for my brain is shot

Very good questions! I love character design questions :]

I'm p sure you're asking about Doctor, Xiphoid's cyborg design (the one w the very chewable tail), which did get designed after Xiph's main design. So mostly the thought process was trying to translate my goofy robot into something hot and cyberpunk! So stuff like their build, their hands, their eyes, those are all straight from normal Xiph. Beyond that, I really wanted to take inspiration from like. 90s-2000s tech, for some reason that's what I associate with Xiph. Hence that epic clear plastic. Well, and cause I think exposed bones and wires are hot. In-universe, "Doc" is canon Xiphoid's hot mary sue self insert :3c so a big part of their design is also "what would Xiphoid want to look like as a hot human" and the answer is feminine person with small tits and long legs. A direct copy of canon Xiph would be wearing that white lab coat, but they only wear that coat cause it's the only thing they have! Robots locked in company buildings can't exact go on shopping sprees. So cyborg Xiph gets whatever cute outfits they want :3 If you want more proper character design process, I can talk about robot Xiph's design too ^^

LEDD is a very fun story! I got the idea for the name from misreading a box for LED lightbulbs and for some reason getting very fixated on what the extra D would stand for. Then, when I needed an evil AI for my Portal ripoff D&D campaign, I figured that'd make a good acronym. Most of his design is also very ripped from Portal, or more accurately, from fanon designs of Wheatley. A proper lab-controlling AI needs a fancy suit and tie. LEDD's meant to feel like a cute, unassuming mascot, so I took inspiration from like: mickey mouse, the fallout guy, the monopoly man, uhh pillsbury dough boy? And also puppets in general. LEDD's round and simple and marketable and so non-threatening! He's even got those retro oval-shaped eyes, except a liiiittle off cause he's got. Pupils. All the better for watching you with :)

Thank u for asking about my blue robots :]

Imagine: Stopping to Eat with Wheatley

(Gender Neutral Reader)

Being a test subject in Aperture Science was no easy life, that you knew for sure. The building was in shambles, ceiling tiles often falling into the caustic ponds with a revolting splash. The air was stale after so long- even with the recycling system- and food was scarce. You were lucky that the madman who made small shelters dotted everywhere had left plentiful amounts of canned food. That was one good thing about the place, at least. And one other thing: Wheatley. Sure, he was a bit naive, but he was the best friend you could have down here. He was always as helpful as he could be, and he made for great company. His long winded talks as you two followed slowly along the management rail lines really made your day- especially when you both were able to settle down somewhere decent and enjoy a meal together.

Well, you say: “enjoy a meal together”, but in reality you would just unhook Wheatley from his management rail and prop him up against a wall so you could look at him and eat your spoiled canned beans. But, hey, you have to look at the upside, right? You got onto your tip-toes and gave Wheatley the signal to unhook himself. He was still nervous about it, but after doing it so many times and not letting him fall, he has been better about it. The ball of metal dropped into your waiting arms and you carefully set him down onto the ground, going cross-legged right by him and setting your Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device™️ down with a thunk.

“You know, love, using your portal gun to jam open those cans of beans was bloody genius.” Wheatley spoke. “Of course, I had the same idea as well but- you know- gotta let you have your moments.” You smiled and nodded, going along with it as you got out your makeshift spoon that you carry in your pocket. At times you found yourself wishing that your robotic friend was human. He wouldn’t be able to go on such long tangents- for one. However, a newer feeling started to creep it’s way into your subconscious. What would he look like? Would his skin be soft, delicate to the touch if he took your hand? Would he ruffle his hair when he’s nervous? Would his lips on your cheek send a spark as if he was still a metal machine?

“Uh, love? I know you’re normally quiet and all- may be the brain damage- but you seem a little... spacey.” His nickname for you brought you back to the moment. Love. That nickname was a newer one, and it never failed to give you that creeping feeling of heat up the back of your neck.

“Oh, sorry, Wheats” you responded, looking at him and giving him a smile. “I guess the testing from before just made me tired.” It wasn’t technically a lie. GLaDOS was really starting to up the difficulty of the testing chambers and it was exhausting. Your legs and arms ached, and if you weren’t so hungry right now you were sure you’d take a nap. “Hey... Wheatley? Do you mind if I ask you a question?” You were insane, surely. Maybe GLaDOS was pumping something into the air supply, maybe your lack of energy was getting to you, but you were finally going to ask why he started calling you Love.

“Go for it, Love. I am a master hacker after all, I’m sure I could answer anything your human brain could think of.” His eye moved in that wiggling fashion that always made you laugh, and it settled your nerves slightly.

“Well, that’s part of what I wanted to ask. You’ve started calling me “Love” lately. I was just wondering why.”

If a robot could jolt in surprise, you’re sure Wheatley would have. His eye went wide and what you could call his pupil shrunk. “Well, eh... It just came to me, really. Lovely eyes, lovely hair, lovely grip strength...” The tension in the recycled air was palpable and your face held a blush that could rival the turret’s bright red laser sights. “H-Has a better ring than your normal name, anyways...”

“Oh, Wheats...” you sighed, a sweet smile growing on your face. You set your mediocre beans aside and grabbed the robot that held your affection, placing him in your lap and wrapping around him in a hug. He was warm, and the surprising comfort of it all started to lull you into a daze of sleep.

Just before you nodded off, you heard Wheatley whisper. “You deserve it, my love. We have more testing ahead of us...”

stuck with you

Kat freaks out when she learns Jet was at Wheatley’s arrest. After a long day, Jet goes to the pool to relax. Kat finds her to apologize. Requested by @appley11.

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Smut: Fingering

Word Count: 1056

“We got him, Kat! Oh my God!” Jet started talking as soon as Kat picked up the phone. “Fuck, it was so crazy.”

“Woah,” Kat interrupted, a smile appearing on her face. “Slow down, Jet.”

“Sorry,” Jet said, not sounding sorry at all. “Our sting worked perfectly. Well, not perfectly… I had to go down there and set up a mic right in the middle of it.”

Kat froze, her grip on her phone tightening. Her heart dropped to her stomach. “Wait, what? Jet, you were there?”

Kat heard her girlfriend inhale sharply through the line. “Well… there were issues, so I hopped on my bike and got down there.”

Kat stood up from her desk, weaving through the bullpen so she could get some privacy. Anxiety began to well in her body, making her tremble. “You went to a sting. To arrest one of the worst mob guys in New York. Jet, are you crazy?!” Kat’s voice went up an octave. She reached the cribs, sitting down on one of the bunks. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, wishing she was there in person.

“No…” Jet’s tone turned frosty. “I was doing my job, Kat. The whole squad was there. I wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“You don’t know that!” Kat took a deep breath, trying to keep the emotions at bay. “You barely have training. If they’d have pulled a gun on you, what would you have done, hacked into his phone to make him stop?”

Silence. Kat’s eyes widened as she realized what she said. She pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead. “Fuck, Jet, I’m sorry. That was shitty to say.”

“Yes. It was.” Jet’s voice was clipped, making Kat feel worse. “Look, I gotta go.”

“Wait-” Jet hung up, cutting Kat off before she could say anything else. Kat held her phone to her chest, her eyes slipping closed. Her heart was beating erratically, like it does after a big boxing match.

“It’s okay,” she whispered to herself. “She’s okay.”

The words did little to soothe her frayed nerves. 

She couldn’t concentrate on her work for the rest of the day. Her whole body just felt on edge, like at any moment she would have to get up and go. She sat at her desk, switching from mentally preparing an apology to Jet and picturing throwing Stabler across the room for asking Jet for help.

Finally, finally, her shift was over. Kat practically ran out of the station, ignoring the goodbyes from her squad.

She got into an Uber, knowing exactly where to go. Jet wouldn’t be at home, not after a stressful day like today. She would need to go somewhere to unwind and relax.

Jet has this thing where she wants to try every pool in Manhattan. Most of these pools were behind locked doors of private buildings, but that didn’t stop Jet. She had designed a program that worked as a master key for every condo in the city. It was trespassing, Kat knew that, but was it really hurting anyone? It wasn’t like Jet stole anything. She just swam in their ridiculously luxurious pools.

Jet put the program on Kat’s phone, disguised as a travel app. The app even had a find your friend feature, which was currently sending Jet’s location. She was at a ritzy condo downtown, where Kat was pulling up now.

She held her phone up to the keypad, pushing open the door after it unlocked with a beep. She took the elevator, her hands fidgeting. The doors dinged open at the pool, which was dark and empty.

Jet was in the middle of the pool, floating on her back. She jerked up when she heard Kat enter, almost swallowing water. “Kat?”

“Hey you.” Kat gave her a smile, lifting her hands to show she came in peace. “Can I join you?”

Jet lifted her brow at her Kat’s blazer. “You don’t have a suit.”

Kat just shrugged, quickly shucking off her clothes until she was left in just her underwear. She sat on the edge of the pool, wincing as the cold water splashed her legs. Bracing herself, she scooted into the water, goosebumps erupting on her skin.

Kat quickly swam over to her girlfriend, shivering. “I’m sorry about today,” she called. “I know you can handle yourself. I was just scared.”

Jet shrugged, kicking to keep herself afloat. “I know,” she sighed. “I was pretty high on adrenaline when I called you. I didn’t realize how dangerous it was until after.”

Kat reached for her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She pressed her forehead to Jet’s. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” Jet murmured before pressing her chilled lips to Kat’s warm mouth. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, but quickly turned heated. Kat was so happy Jet was still here. She wanted to show her how much. Kat’s hand went to Jet’s thigh, hiking her leg up around her waist. She pressed herself against Jet, making the younger girl groan.

Kat drew back; murmured: “This okay?”

It was, but it wasn’t. Jet jerked her chin towards the stairs, swimming over to the small ledge. Jet layed on a stair, the water lapping against her skin. Kat followed her, settling between her legs. 

They met again in a kiss, their tongues entwined. Kat’s fingers traced down Jet’s body, making her shiver. Kat reached Jet’s bottoms, tugging them down, letting them float away.

The cold water met Jet’s hot core, the sensation incredibly arousing. Kat sends tiny waves to her body, the water lapping at her clit.

“Fuck,” Jet groaned against Kat’s mouth. She grabbed her girlfriend’s wrist, guiding her to where she needed her most.

Kat chuckled but obeyed her girl’s demands, stroking at her clit. Her head went to Jet’s neck, sucking the skin into her mouth. Jet’s hips bucked, seeking more. Kat circled her clit faster, the water making her movements a bit clumsy. Jet’s arms went around Kat’s neck, drawing her closer.

Between the water tickling every inch of her skin and Kat’s talented fingers, it didn’t take long for Jet to cum. She groaned Kat’s name, her fingers digging into Kat’s shoulders.

When she was done, Kat kissed her, soft and sweet. “I love you.”

Jet smiled, the day forgotten. “I love you too.”

The Myth of Me and You Is Fiction Turned To Truth

Summary: After the events of both seasons (SVU 22x16 and OC 1x08), Olivia and Elliot find themselves in the unique position of knowing where there love story will end up, but having no idea what exactly will transpire to get them there. One thing they do know? Their love can only grow deeper, and that they’re bound to enjoy the journey.

Author’s Note: For the purposes of this story, SVU 22x16 ended on May 28 (canon) and OC 1x08 ended on June 4 (not canon). This picks up on June 7.

Title comes from Great Ones by Maren Morris. It’s definitely an EO song.

Rating: M, possibly Explicit eventually

ff.net: here

AO3: here

Her phone beeped, drawing her distracted gaze away from the paperwork in front of her. Seeing the text message notification lighting up the screen, Olivia took off her glasses and put her pen down, picked up the phone, and leaned back in her chair with a sigh as she unlocked it.

Can I buy you dinner? There’s news.

She frowned, trying to tell his mood from those few words. Realizing it would be impossible, she glanced out at the nearly empty squad room before hitting the call button instead.

“You didn’t have to call. I know you’re at work still Liv.” Judging by the voices she could hear in the background, he was still at work as well. She knew they’d been dealing with the lawyers and IAB ever since Morales turned out to be a mole and decided suicide by cop was the best way out.

“It’s fine El. I needed a break from the paperwork for a minute anyway. The one thing they never prepare you for is just how much paperwork you do when you’re in charge of a squad. So, what’s going on?”

He chuckled, and she could hear the creak as he leaned back in his own chair. “That’s what dinner is supposed to be for Liv. If I tell you now, what would be the point of dinner?”

She smiled, recognizing his tone as the slightly flirty one she’d been hearing more of ever since what was supposed to be Fin’s wedding. Neither one of them was ready to jump into a relationship, but they’d come to a silent understanding that night by the water. “I don’t know Elliot. We’ve never needed a reason for dinner before. Why don’t you just tell me the news now, and then you can come over to my place later and we’ll get Chinese. Noah’s taking advantage of it being summer vacation and is at a sleepover so his friend’s mom can take them to an early show of a ballet she worked on costumes for. Apparently, they allow friends and family to come for free on Tuesdays, but it’s normally during the school day.”

“Oh, I bet he’s excited. Sleepover during the week and going to a professional ballet performance?”

“Yes, he’s thrilled. It’s all he talked about all weekend. Now quit stalling Elliot. What’s going on?”

“I never could get one by you, could I? Okay. Well, Angela Wheatley woke up earlier today, and is expected to make a full recovery. Bell and Washburn went over to the hospital once they cleared her for visitors. And we’re finally supposed to be done dealing with IAB and the lawyers over this. We still have to wait for IAB’s official report, but I got the feeling none of us were going to get in trouble for what happened. They told Bell they’d already spoken to you as well, so you should be done with them for now too. And then on a more personal note, you remember I told you I was looking at apartments in the city? At Fin’s not-wedding and then that I had some more appointments the rest of that weekend? Well, I found one, and I went down and signed the lease today during lunch.”

“El, I’m glad things are working out with the case, and that IAB will be out of all of our hair. It’s still bothering me what exactly Richard Wheatley was planning with that fake text sending me to the hospital. But I guess we won’t know unless he decided to tell us. But way to bury the lead! El, that’s great! I can’t believe you found a place in just a week. You didn’t just settle for something did you? You need a good place for you and Eli to make a home.” She knew he’d been anxious about getting out of the one bedroom short-term he’d rented after Kathy’s death, so she hoped he’d taken his time to find something he really liked.

“It’s nice, knowing you worry about us. And thanks. Don’t worry, it’s actually a great place. Rent’s a little higher than I’d planned, but I can make it work. It’s about halfway between here and the one six actually. About two blocks from the school Eli will be going to, assuming they’re back to in person by then. And it’s a three bedroom two and a half bath, which I figure will come in handy if any of the kids decide to visit and don’t want to drive home ever. And it’s near a park, in case anyone else wanted to visit. I take possession this Sunday, and Bell gave me Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off so I can get some stuff moved in. I’ve got some furniture scheduled for delivery on Monday.” The calm she’d been hearing more and more in the last few weeks shone through, which she knew was at least in part because he’d finally started talking to someone. But she thought a lot of it had to do with settling back into the city, since he’d confided that as much as they’d been happy in Italy, the energy had just never been exactly right to him.

“I’ll always worry El, you know that. I’m glad though. Now you and Eli have all summer to get settled in. Hopefully he’ll meet some of his future classmates, so he won’t fell so new when school starts back up. And you know, it just so happens, I might know someone who could come help you get things set up. You know, if you were interested.” She made sure to infuse her voice with a hint of suggestion, upping the playful flirting they’d been indulging in just a bit. She mentally patted herself on the back when she heard the hitch in his breath followed him clearing his throat. His next words, voice lowered and with a hint of a growl, proved he hadn’t lost a step either, as she felt herself flush with arousal and a corresponding dampness between her thighs that she was fast becoming reacquainted with that caused her to cross her legs and shift in her seat to try to alleviate the pressure.

“Is that so? Well, far be it from me to turn down someone willing to work up a sweat with me. Why don’t we discuss it more over dinner? I should be able to be to your place by 7, if that works for you.”

She checked the time, then the stack of papers she needed to finish, then glanced into the squad room. Seeing her people were now at their desks, folders open in front of them, she quickly calculated it’d be at least another hour before she could even think of leaving, especially if she planned to take three days off next week. “Make it 8?”

“8 it is. Want me to pick up our usual on my way over, or are we having it delivered?”

“Hmm, better pick it up. You know how busy they get. If you call it in when you leave, it’ll probably be just about ready by the time you get there.”

“Sound good. I’ll let you go so you can finish up all that paperwork. See you in a few hours Liv.”

“Alright. Bye El.” Hanging up, she pressed the phone against her chest a moment, savoring the warm feeling she always seemed to get when she talked to Elliot these days, before standing up and walking out into the squad room.

“Anything you guys haven’t finished by 7, you can leave until tomorrow. Short of a new case, you can all clock out then, since we’re currently between cases.” She turned to head back to her office and the stack of paperwork, but turned back around when Amanda spoke.

“Are you clocking out then too Cap? I know Noah’s at that sleepover. You shouldn’t stay late finishing paperwork anymore if we aren’t.” Her detective’s voice was concerned, and she realized just how much her stress and worry over the last three months must have shown, despite how hard she tried to hide it.

“Yes, he’s already called me to say goodnight, because apparently they will be too busy the rest of the night with sleepover stuff to worry about me. But don’t worry, I’m clocking out then too. Even if that pile of paperwork is only going to grow when you all turn in your paperwork.” She turned again, hoping to make it into her office before anyone thought too hard about her clocking out when she didn’t have to, but Fin’s teasing voice told her she was too late.

“You? Clock out early when you don’t have Noah waiting at home? What’s up? You got yourself a hot date or something?”

She was a Captain. Had been a police officer for over twenty years. She’d had to keep her cool when being questioned on the stand by lawyers all the time. But she knew, she knew, that she couldn’t hide the hitch in her step or the slight wince as he asked his question. Even as she turned back around, her face carefully blank, she knew he’d caught her. “Date? No, I don’t have a date. Who would I even have a date with?” Internally, she winced again as she heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like Elliot Stabler tell her that asking that many questions just made her sound defensive, and therefore all the more suspicious. Registering the varying degrees of shock on the three’s faces, she smirked to herself for surprising them at least.

“Oh, I don’t know. A certain Detective, maybe? I saw you two together at the ceremony, off in your own little world by the water. Almost like old times, ‘cept the flirting was a little too obvious.”

Trying to control the embarrassed flush she could feel, she internally cursed. She’d hoped everyone had been too preoccupied to pay attention to her and Elliot, but knew that had probably been too much to hope for. She knew the rumor mill had picked right back up when he’d returned, and people realized they were talking again. “Alright, yes, I’m meeting Elliot for dinner. But it’s not a date. We’re just going to do some catching up over Chinese. We haven’t really had much time to just talk since he came back.” She ignored the pointed look he shot her, and appreciated that Amanda and Kat at least pretended not to be interested, as she finally made it back into her office. She heard his footsteps though, saw him shut the door behind him as she sat down behind her desk.

“You sure about this? I just don’t want you getting hurt. Don’t forget, I was here when he left.” She could see the worry clouding his face, and resigned to give him the truth. After all, he’d been there for it all.

“I’m sure. We’re…Taking things slow. We’ve talked, and while neither one of us is ready to just jump straight into a relationship, we’ve discussed it, and have agreed that’s where we’re heading. So we flirt some, and we spend time together, and we talk. We’re not defining it yet. I know it sounds like dating, and maybe in a way it is. But what’s important to us is rekindling our friendship, first and foremost. We’ve already talked about why he left, how he left. And I’ve told him not only what it did to me, but I’ve told him what he missed. He was…Devastated. It turns out the whole family was in France at the time, and by the time the kids came back, it had already become old news. He swore he would have come back had he known, and I believe him. I’d always wondered if he’d just stopped caring, but if you’d seen how he looked, you’d have had to believe him too. So yes, I’m sure about this. We’re going to take things slow for now, but we know where we’re going to end up, even if we aren’t sure when that will happen. Speaking of Elliot though, I’m going to take a few personal days next week to help him get moved into his new place. He gets the keys on Sunday, and his furniture comes Monday.”

He still looked a little worried, but she could tell he would take her at her word. “If you say so. I have to say, I’m surprised you guys already talked about that. But I’m glad. You deserve to be happy Liv, and I think he’ll make you happy. And don’t worry, I’ll cover next week for you. And I’ll let the others know you’ll be taking some time, and make sure they don’t ask you any questions.” He turned and left the office, leaving the door open behind him as he went back to his desk, stopping to talk to Amanda and Kat on his way.

Putting her glasses on and picking up her pen, she smiled to herself as she went back to her paperwork. She still had a lot to work through before it was time to head out, though she was hoping the anticipation would make the time pass faster. Afterall, it wasn’t every day she got to head home to a hot meal and an even hotter man, not that she’d tell him that. His ego was already inflated enough.

Christmas Chaos

This idea came from this post - @dizzydancingdreamer​ I could not fit Benny and Beth under the mistletoe and this ended up being chaotic but I hope you like my shitty writing anyway :)

WC: 1k

Beth had never imagined that she would ever live a domestic life.

The thought of living such a life as they showed in the television felt unreal, fictional to her. Something that she would never be able to achieve because of the ghost of her past life lingering in her entire being, hanging above her head like a sword on the verge of falling.

Her years at Methuen had been a fevered dream, a blurry view she saw from the windows of a running train. Just when she thought she would also, just like her mother, go insane while in the throes of addiction, Mrs. Wheatley adopted her. She had felt a semblance of normalcy that night as she flopped down on her bed, watching the stars from her bedroom’s window.

It had felt nice, comfortable and cozy, a warm feeling taking residence in her chest. But even then, she hadn’t felt as normal as any other adolescent girls her age would. She had been told that she was extraordinary, and extraordinary people didn't fit in with the ordinary. Girls and boys alike would stray far away from her. 

So she found her own place on a chessboard.

The small, black and white world of pawns and knights, Kings and Queens had become her place. A comfort zone she could dominate and manipulate as she willed. Her life became her chess board- two steps forwards, half a step right. One step forward and a kill. She felt powerful, in control of her life.

On her way to her mastery of chess, she met new people, fell in love and explored. For the first time in a long time, she had started to feel normal again, and then Mrs. Wheatley- her mother in everything but blood- left her alone. Just like her biological mother had. She had never felt such great loss in her life before- not when her biological mother died, not when she found out the government had banned the tranquilizers.

“What are you thinking about cracker?” Jolene said, startling from her position on the doorjamb, her hands unfolding as she smiles at her friend. 

“Nothing, nothing important.” Beth answered, carefully gauging her words as she saw the scene unfold in front of her. She suppressed a chuckle as she saw Matt smear some whipped cream on his brother’s nose, creating a mess in the kitchen as they fought over the cookies.

“Well that sounds dangerous, Beth Harmon not thinking, unfathomable.” Jolene smirks, a smirk appearing on Beth’s face as well.

“It was nothing important.” She dismissed, shaking her head as she fixed her dress.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, you look solemn.” 

“I always look solemn, that’s how I win my matches.”

“Oh no no cracker, you look like you’re just about a second away from killing the person in front of you when you play. I’ve seen it.”

“Look it’s.. It’s nothing okay?” She smiled, blushing under her friend’s gaze.

“Whatever you say sister,” Her friend drawls, “I’m gonna take advantage of your extensive liquor cabinet.”

“Be my guest.” Beth gestured, slyly smirking as she saw her make her way, picking up the most expensive bottle of wine as if to aggravate her. Contrary to popular belief, not many things angered Beth (except chess, a very demeaning and confusing emotion, seeing as she loved to play chess).

“Elizabeth! Oh my you look so fucking gorgeous!” Cleo said loudly, a bottle of Jack Daniels held in her hand as she not so discreetly checked her out, sighing dreamily. 

“Doesn’t she?” Jolene intervened.

“Oh who am I kidding? She always looks gorgeous, remember that time when we were at the hotel in Paris, the day before Borgov’s match-”

“Yes Cleo, I have a photographic memory remember?” Beth cut her off, dragging her and Jolene by their shoulders, sitting them down in front of the closet. She smiled when she saw them both jump happily, Cleo enthusiastically matching pairs of dresses and shoes that Jolene could wear.

Walking down the staircase, a clang from the kitchen and some muffled cursing startled her enough to make her jump, the loud noises of Benny and Harry singing christmas songs made her wince.

Yet,she didn’t feel the annoyance that would usually creep up her brain, instead, she felt the strange warmth return in her chest.

“What the fuck is going on here?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she saw Benny clinging on to Harry under the mistletoe, Matt and Mike- their faces now smudged with cream and Townes, who was attempting to arrange the table all stop in their tracks. And then all at once, everyone started talking.

“Uh, you know the tradition? If you’re caught under the mistletoe-”

“- Beth I don’t think the turkey cooked well, I’m going to have to bake it once again-”

“-Mike ate the last cookie, we were supposed to share!”

“-the gingerbread looks a little disfigured”

“-Benny stop trying to kiss my cheek Christ!”

“All of you! Hey, hey calm down everyone! Benny get off Harry, Matt I’ll get you more cookies all right? Oh fuck, Townes wear gloves for fuck’s sake it’s hot!” She said all in one breath, looking at everyone’s wide eyes as they all stopped to look at her as she folded her arms, a stern look on her face. An awkward silence filled the air, no one daring to move as Beth glared at them all.

Moments of silence passed, only to be interrupted as Cleo stumbled out of the dressing room, loudly clanking her chunky boots on the floor.

“Why is everyone so quiet?” She said, looking around in confusion, leaning on Jolene- who was now wearing one of Beth’s dresses.

And once more the commotion ensued. 

Sitting on the couch with her legs folded under her, a glass of whatever whiskey held in her hand, she laughed at some anecdote Matt had been reciting as he sat criss cross applesauce under the christmas tree, her laughter drowned by the others as they goofed around. Sitting back, she took a sip of her whiskey, nudging her foot so it met the foot of the couch.

She never thought she would lead a domestic life, but here she was. She liked it.

Tagging some people who might be interested: @the-panwitch​ @jen27ny​ @jazzkaurtheglorious​ 

raz dnd 20

i was asleep for like an hour so senna was jar'd lol these notes are from moss and kay

Zen took the entire damn chest of books to god (we did not get to look, Teya is sad). Senna got eeby deeby’d. Pondering if the person that returns to the vessel is the same person or if they could be replaced, Wheatley hates this idea. Spacecore is playing with the dead tree, Parsley is keeping an eye on them while Wheatley examines the walls, staring at the agriculture paintings on the wall. Spacecore asks where the stars are, Teya explains that they’re still there but it’s too bright to see them. “Why?” Well because it’s daytime. I don’t make the rules. “Why not?” Why don’t I make the rules? “Yeah.” You know, I never thought to ask. We’ll look into that. God Complex Activated. Spacecore is picking up the sticks from the tree. Teya nudges Parsley and asks jokingly if he taught Spacecore how to collect firewood. Back on the road! Teya is messaging Parsley and being a shithead in general. If there are still two dumbass fey siblings by the end of this session it’ll be a miracle. Suddenly we stop! Some structures in the distance that don’t appear on any maps.

now onto my own notes!

senna is free lol shes mostly just confused. zen points out something he doesnt know and senna says itll will either be a good thing or itll kill us. teya is invisible and going to check things out lol.

as teya gets closer it looks like a hastily made fort out of wood and stone. old rusted robots like wheatley?! shes rapidly messaging parsley as weird things scan her. parsley tells us about this.

teya gets spotted in a spotlight! 'invisible entity detected.' the robots look in her direction. their marching toward her! run teya! parsleys like shit we gotta go. teya casts fly and some bots aim spears at her but they all miss. she messages parsley to hide. into the woods we go!

we hide but teya is still being chased. zen says these bots arent really sentient. teya managed to escape nice and tries to circle back the long way. one of the bots looks around where were hiding and pings. wheatley also pings. oh no. unregistered unit detected. hes gonna try and run the stupid boy. now their chasing him. parsley lets teya know whats happening.

parsley tells zen to watch SP and goes to follow wheatley. one of the bots somehow makes wheatleys legs lock up! faceplant. wheatley uses a spell and manages to damage some of them. wheatley yells at teya and parsley to shut them off. parsley manages to turn one off but another puts a device on wheatley! will save!? he passes thank god. he uses shocking grasp on it. good job he killed it.

teya goes around and rapidly turns the rest off. wheatley scrambles back panicked, his legs still locked. senna picks up wheatley the poor guy and asks if shes ok. he tries to escape for a second then remembers its senna. hes so upset. android is staring seriously at the bots. time to contact robot god!

robotgod says zorbolt hasnt been kind to them. parsley calls zorbolt a piece of shit. now that he has a better understanding of the software he might be able to do something. yellow versus red energy! god staggers back a bit oh no. ITS GONNA TAKE ZEN! god snaps back how tf can zorbolt do this? he cant help them right now. senna says if we leave them off, we can get them back after we kill zorbolt. gods gonna leave a beacon here.

zens back his hands shaking. parsley speaks up and goes 'uh wheatleys legs arent working.' he manages to disengage wheatleys leglock code nice. he flings himself out of sennas arms rude. senna sighs and picks up another bot instead. wheatley is just cradling a bot my guy stop being dramatic. parsley pats him on the shoulder and then picks up a bot. teya and senna are having concerning messaging lol.

android approaches wheatley and tells him theyll make zorbolt pay for this. ooooooo. android and wheatley are seriously pissed nice. we carefully place them against a wall. SP pats them on the head aww. teya says we should go around the fort and avoid anymore bots. wheatley wants to take the fort goddamn. 'are we ignoring that wheatley and zen almost died? bad idea.' 'oh fuck.' parsley says lightning bolt works but wheatley is so upset. android calls parsley a dumbass lol. how to remove wheatleys override commands hmm.

senna asks zen how he knew how to fix wheatleys legs. it was god so maybe god can remove that function? itll feel unpleasent like before. parsley feels awkward so he collects firewood lol. SP goes with him aww. god finds the code and begins deleting nice. wheatley says it felt weird lol time to test! nothing happens pog! wheatley says he doesnt wanna be a liability. teya hugs him poor guy. senna rubs his back.

voting to attack the outpost or avoid it. senna messages parsley to come back so hes done collecting sticks. teya fiddles with her sending stone. parsley abstained so were assaulting the fort! wheatley says he will haul them out himself if needed. teya and parsley are spitting venom to each other now lol. offer teya as tribute xD parsley says someone can be a distraction. senna offers since she can take a hit. everyones arguing who is the bait.

android says this plan is stupid lol. now their egging him to share his plan. the tower is clearly controlling them so we gotta break it. 'anyone have a bomb?' wheatley says he might be able to make one in half an hour? senna can summon meteors she could try that. android insists on a stealth mission. senna says 2 part mission. android shuts that down goddamn. wheatley and senna yell at him cause they dont want him to get gotted. hes still in the network its too dangerous. he says theres no danger to the network but that doesnt really help us. hes taking senna wtf she is not sneaky. teya wants to lure the robots too. 2 part plan lets go this and not die!

lure team: teya

turn off team: wheatley and parsley

sneak team: android and senna

android is using our names oh no raz is gonna kill him. teya says she will dodge if the robots shoot her. that doesnt help, we gotta lure them out. as long as their focused? senna asks if she has any annoying spells to keep their attention. she has a nifty want oh no. wheatley chucks a rock at teya the fucker it smacks her face! this is a terrible plan. teya casts telepathetic bond on everyone nice. wheatley says the connection would connect if she used it on zen. parsley says to leave zen out of it lol. parsley casts bolstering magic on wheatley but its useless. senna uses enhance ability on everyone! she has dex saves and everyone else gets con and temp hp. android says the network wont interfere with teyas spell. zen is on babysitting duty lol.

gotta wait 10 minutes for teyas spell. wheatley is playing with parsley and SP. its tag! parsley fucking grabs wheatley and wheatley says it only counts if you hit the back of his head. practice pog! he smacks his head lol. the game is on!

senna goes and asks zen if hes ok. earlier was pretty dicey. shes sits by him the poor guy. he was scared oh no! another connection but wrong. twisted and horrible. threatened to invade his mind. she pats his arm and says she'll make sure android gets out of there ok. he tells her to watch herself too. 'i fear you worry about others more about yourself.' 'dont worry i wont do anything that endangers the mission.' 'im talking about you. you dont need to destroy yourself your not a martyr.' 'no. im not.' why is senna is such a sad sack of a person. they gotta look out for each other. in the background parsley and wheatley are fucking chaotic.

senna asks when android removed himself from the network. zen is nervous she noticed but she just asks if hes ok. its troubling for him, hes been connected so long its very extreme isolation. senna nods and says we can keep an eye out for him together. he wants her to keep him company, hes so alone the poor bastard. he removed himself when we went into the network last time. senna says shes gonna make a gameplan with him and goes to android.

parsley and wheatley are just smacking each other in a horrific game of tag lol. their tangled how did this happen.

senna goes up to android to try and make a game plan. "i dont suppose we have a game plan on how to sneak in?" climb the walls or rush in while the gates open and the bots are distracted. senna says she isnt very sneaky and removes her armor to not be disadvantaged. he expected that since shes a cleric from sorceror. should have an easier time with teya distracting them so uh dont fuck it up. he didnt like senna saluting him tho lol. she asks how to shut off that tower. what he remembers theres a power source somewhere so they gotta find and destroy it. its gotta be pretty powerful to survive this long, but this tower is newer.

in the background parsley got wheatley again lol. he accidentally turned him off then turns him back on fuck. wheatley slaps him again and runs off. teya completes the ritual pog! she broadcasts to everyone nice. wheatley screams hello into the connection. parsley lies and says it didnt try again. 'id tell you to get fucked but that wouldnt work.' wheatley slaps parsley again lol. parsley sits on him! we have an hour lets go!

parsley asks if wheatley has anything thats not a crossbow. a hammer! teya offers him a dagger lol. he says no it might hurt them too much. parsley hands him a handaxe and tells him to use the bluntside. we can hear each others thoughts oh boy. android tells teya to concentrate on the mission instead of being gay lol. shame. parsley is thinking never gonna give you up oh no. wheatley thinks i love you android so brightly oh boy. he didnt tell him to shut up nice lol. android is trying to make them focus so hard. senna is doing mental math on entry points, stops to think its cold, then back to math.

when they get closer teya uses fly. wheatley tells parsley they should hide in the trees and jump out when the bots go past. teya is still invisible and has to warn them. parsley says they can trip them with rope? move the bots into the bushes with each pass so they dont notice them when they get captured for new bots. get your stupid thoughts out now lol. wheatley is playing midevil baby shark oh no. parsley says he will make fun of teya if she dies, and he bolsters her magic. android tells senna for them to get ready. good luck guys.

teya has a dumb idea oh no teya we can hear you dont do that. now their arguing senna tells them to stfu. theres more bots on the wall oh no. lots of spotlights. teya is telling us this info. she lets herself get spotted 'on accident' all eyes on her. crossbows oh fuck. she manages to avoid them all thank god. reloading! she slowly retreats but they dont follow. one of them has a gun! it hits! necrotic damage good thing teya has resistance. she lands and tries to play dead. they aim the crossbows back at her to double tap. wheatley is yelling for her to run! barely dodged. continue barrage.

parsley says if he had wheatleys name he could disguise himself but wheatley hates that. android and senna try and climb the wall while their distracted. android easily gets up but senna takes a bit. wheatley thinks their gonna die. android helps her up nice. theres a LOT of bots here. 15 more inside goddamn. theres several buildings, and a living person screaming in pain. guess we found the villagers. we look for what could be powering it. teya calls wheatley and parsley to help distract and fight. its go time plan b for violence. wheatley thinks their just gonna turn them off oh no.

3 buildings, one with the screaming. 1 with bots going in and out. and 1 with bots grabbing weapons. senna lets them know. wheatley is gonna be so sad. android sees a powerbox with a wire heading behind a building. gotta find a path over. senna tells them to get really loud, make something explode if needed. teya fireballs the gate! it explodes! bots rush out and senna warns them! teya gets shot with bolts a little but dodges the bullet. wheatley shoots at the robots legs. missed entirely but 1. their rushing towards wheatley! teya asks how the leg lock worked. android tells them the code again. teya flubbed and had to try again lol.

all the bots that were rushing collapsed. wheatley rushes to turn them off and some of them grab him. wheatley gets deviced again dammit. welp. we lost wheatley. teya tells parsley to turn him off. parsley keeps trying to engage the leg locks as they try to disengage. wheatley points his gun in parsleys face. fuck.

the bots have all rushed out so android and senna climb down and head to the powerbox. wheatley will saves and manages to break free! he screams and flips switches again. parsley is a little disoriented and wheatley goes to help him. one of the bots still in the base says they need to increase signal strength. android goes stiff for a moment oh no. senna uses bless on him. android yells at her to fucking go and off she goes! she says in her head they got android.

android is fucking sniping at senna! he tells senna how to avoid his shots. teya is shouting the lock command but that doesnt matter for crossbows! teya dodges the gun again! she uses scorching ray on the gunner. android fails to resist again dammit hes getting quieter. senna manages to hold person on android and she keeps heading to the box. she smacks it with her mace but it doesnt break it. the bots are coming oh no. she uses guiding bolt and it nearly breaks it. a bot shoots her with a crossbow! it hits her in the shoulder! she guiding bolts again! one more blast is needed. she gets hit with a club! guiding bolt again!

the box explodes and the red energy goes away! the bots just collapse. wheatley rushes to the bots. senna drops the spell and rushes over to android. they shake hands nice. she yanks the bolt out and heads toward the screaming room.

wheatley is shaking the bots, their on but empty. parsley sits with him. teya is yanking out her bolts lol shes in pain.

senna and android see a horrific site. people chained to the walls. metal helmets grafted to their skulls. other grafted metal bits. someones eyes are on a table and they have optics instead. one persons body is opened and has no organs. experiments. someone is barely alive. attached to a weird tube and a jar. senna is trying to figure out how remove them without killing them. she tries to make them drink from the canteen. they are acting only on instinct.

android inspects the bodies. he sees the device on the living guy and thinks their taking their souls. looks like teya was right. he still has his soul but hes very....out of it. he needs to recover. the soul extraction is very forceful. senna scoops him up and carries him out. hope they dont make a refined method.

android asks if anyone is in critical condition. 'are you?' hes fine lol or so he says. senna goes to wheatley and asks if hes ok. teya tries feeding him a healing potion. he looks a little better. he starts crying hes free. hes hugging senna the poor guy. wheatley isnt thinking anything right now. senna messages zen that the jobs done and they have a survivor. he arrives and senna tells zen that android and wheatley got taken. android keeps insisting hes fine.

the guy sees wheatley and he freaks out. she clamps a hand over his mouth trying to calm him as he squirms. senna sighs and carries him out of sight into the woods to calm him. teya stops the mind melding darn. parsley starts gathering up the bots.

the guy stopped screaming at least. senna stays with him until he calms down. zen tries to comfort wheatley and brings him into the connection. the bots cheer him on! STAY DETERMINED! YOU ARE THE HOPE OF ROBOTS AND ORGANICS! lil bro is here! wheatley requests to stop the hive now hes upset. he needs time to think as he cradles the robot body.

parsley drinks a healing potion. wheatley apologizes for that. he asks them to kill him if hes ever gone like that. their gone. hes so upset cause turning them off didnt do anything. hes so upset. more bots like him but hes still alone. parsley is just frozen he has no idea what to do. parsley awkwardly hugs him oh boy! wheatley hugs back hes so sad.

And So The Sun Will Always Rise.

Continued from here. @irasciblesoul​

A full night’s sleep was practically foreign to the Captain now. With everything going on, it was difficult to relax herself enough to actually rest. Difficult to calm her always active mind - thinking over the case from the day, or even the days prior, thinking about the victims, thinking about Kat and her departure as well as Garland’s, thinking about Richard Wheatley and the injustice, thinking about Noah and keeping him safe, thinking about Elliot…

Elliot and whether he was safe. Where he was, what he was doing, when she’d be able to see him again…

Now no longer having to wonder those things. Because she was finally with him after several months of being apart. Several months of being unable to see him in person, several weeks of going without hearing his voice, except for a few minutes, several weeks of few text messages shared here and there. Finally, she had him back in her line of sight, and most importantly, back in her arms. Alive. Safe.

For the most part.

Because she could see the toll this entire Undercover Operation was doing to him. Even if he didn’t say it, even if he didn’t verbally express it, Olivia knew. Twelve years as his partner, and even with the ten years apart, Olivia could still read him. Just as he could read her. Lips unmoving, but eyes saying it all. How tired he looked, run down and exhausted, conflicted, almost lost. This is what Olivia was concerned about when he went Undercover, especially with everything that had happened to him in the past year. And the dangers of this job and the gang, itself.

Something she wanted to express to Ayanna, but given the Sergeant didn’t know about Olivia’s knowledge about any of this, her lips were sealed. It was knowledge shared only between them and well, one another person: Jet. She became aware that the two had been in contact this entire time, but hadn’t alerted Ayanna to it. if anything, she was glad for it - glad that Elliot had Olivia to keep him in the light as much as possible and Olivia would make sure it stayed that way. And she knew how worried Jet was, as well, how much she cared about Elliot. How not having him around was hard on her.

But she made this possible. A private meet up for her and Elliot. Away from any watching eyes, safe from cameras and the risk of being seen. The address had come in the form of a letter with the words Semper Fi signed at the bottom and it had Olivia smiling more than she had in a while. And so, finally, the night had arrived. Noah was spending it with Amanda and her girls which, as well as most of tomorrow so that gave her and Elliot plenty of alone time together and every second of it, they took advantage of.

Olivia had arrived at the hotel first, pacing anxiously back and forth, waiting as patiently as she could, but patience wasn’t something she had much of lately. But she waited, and waited, and finally he came. The second he came into her view, Olivia wasted no time. The distance between them had been far too much, for far too long, and she was in his arms within seconds. A breathless ‘El’ falling from her lips before her lips were on his, his arms wrapping around her, encompassing her entire body like he did her life. Breathing new life into her, filling her with a certain unbridled joy and exhilaration that only he could supply.

For the next couple of hours, they spent it in bed. Lips, hands and eyes all over the other for every second of it, connected in the most intimate way possible. No more distance between them, bodies as one, hearts in sync. Always in sync. What followed was room service on the balcony, chairs sat together, her legs draped over his lap, his hands rubbing up and down smooth legs, smiling, laughing, catching up. Being back to how they were before he had left.

Then they went back to bed, made love once again, and fell into a slumber so serene, there was no ounce of worry upon waking up. Not yet. Because she was in his arms again, waking up to the sight of him next to her, greeted with heavenly blue eyes Olivia often found herself drowning in, but breathing so easily. Eyes that, more often than not, had her feeling at home. Comforted. And this moment was no different.

He greets her in return - calling her his Sun - and kisses her again and again and Olivia is giggling against his lips, returning each and every one until he’s pulling away and laying back, but she doesn’t let him get away that easily. She shifts closer and climbs atop his body, naked body on naked body, with her arms resting on his chest to keep herself somewhat propped up, her smile rivaling that of the sun in this moment. “I missed you, too...” Affection is returned in full with another kiss to his lips, unable to get enough. Unable to keep her lips from his for more than a few minutes. It’s an addiction, one she will never break herself away from. One she never has to. “My Moon.” Olivia hums in return with a little grin, lips on his yet again, but this time, they stay there. Lingering against his warm lips, reveling in the way their bodies felt so perfect together. Claimed by the other - heart and soul included.

Her Moon.

How he brightens even her darkest hours. Shining his light through the darkest of nights, and even during her days, too.

Sun and Moon. Each other’s balance, each other’s light, each other’s support.

The question of ‘how long’ lingers in her mind, and on her lips, but she can’t bring herself to ask just yet. Almost afraid of the answer, so instead, she kisses him. Kisses him like the Sun kisses the Moon upon rising in the morning, warmth and light both radiating off of her, sharing it with him.