hi here you go!! if hcs i have no ideas other than medkit appreciating your style and supporting you for it... im not sure if i got the fashion right but ehhhrhdj
okay time to go back to my hiatus cave again /j srs sorry for leaving for so long ehshsj
summary : in which, a young expeditioner gets transported to another world instead of going back. in their journey, they find themselves in a new environment, and they find too many certain inphernals that want them to stay.
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last updated; 05/04/26 // dividers by dollywons; pictures from pinterest
— before you read...
— log 0 - dreams persist
— log 1 - reverie
written by sleepyrinister | do not plagiarize, or feed my work to ai.
hey so im posting this here because i know alot of people here don't use twitter but literally right fucking now a huge document cane out about zeal (the creator of pressure) having done some abhorrent shit to the ex-composer Ren/Nolongernull
I need you all to fucking read it, heed the warnings because its fucking graphic and read it. its fucking important
https://x.com/i/status/2041948615254437960
do NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCE make this about pressure and the characters. a real fucking person was hurt and that matters way more than a roblox game. Do not make jokes about this too or say some bullshit like "heh zeal had it coming" because thats just being a fucking DICK and if you still do do those things then fuck you and everything you stand for
thinking about hq coming home from work later into the night,,,
imagine your light slumber is interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut, and you crack your tired eyes open just enough to peer over at hq, your dearly beloved. quietly, you watch as he shuffles out of his work uniform and into something more comfortable for sleep. as he approaches his side of the bed, you reach your hand out slowly: tired and sluggish, but wanting him near nonetheless. hq whispers a quiet apology for waking you, however you don't mind it one bit—every extra second you're able to spend seeing him is precious to you with how tightly packed his working schedule always is. hq takes a moment to get comfortable in bed before pulling you closer, carefully making sure that his grasp is gentle as he holds you. it isn't long before sleep overtakes you once more, comfort and contentment seeping into your very existence as the time ticks by with you in your lover's embrace.
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Life dating a war veteran wasn’t as you expected. Of course, you were always there to be the calm after the storm, to coax him back, and to offer words and soft touches.
It wasn’t easy getting to this point, though.
You had been friends since sometime when you were still a newspawn. Your relationship was complicated; it was silly, really. You wrote to each other during the war, you visited him in the hospital as he recovered from the incident, and you pushed him to actually do PT. Although finally getting him to confess was hard, considering you had to first.
When you confessed to him, your relationship didn’t exactly move up a level immediately, due to how long it took for him to respond. It took him 2 weeks. Two weeks just to be met with a notification on your phone saying “I love you too” from Hyperlaser. And for how long you knew him, you knew that was him saying yes. After the war, he didn’t exactly sugarcoat anything, so directness was expected.
You forced him on dates in the crossroads, taking him to bakeries, cafes, plant nurseries, and the occasional holiday fair. It honestly seemed like he enjoyed being dragged around places. You forced him out of his comfort zone, made him go new places, and try new things. Outings are fun and all, but you always did enjoy cuddling up next to him with a hot drink and doing something mindlessly.
Your relationship was the definition of wholesome.
and that wholesomeness eventually made you two move in together. You moved into a larger place in some town on the border of Blackrock and Playground, a 2 bed, 1 bath. It was this old single-family house from before the war, with details that were probably older than you.
One of your favorite details was the mosaic trough sink in the kitchen, most likely handmade and one of a kind. The first time you used it, you ran your fingertips against the stained glass pebble bottom. It was just so goddamn pretty. There were also children’s height carvings in the posts of an entryway; it made you jealous. You likely couldn’t have any of your own due to Hyperlaser’s condition, and you didn’t even know if he wanted kids.
As you took a walk around your new neighborhood, near your home in a damp, old alleyway, you found a cat. It was seemingly dumped there, honestly. She was super sweet and friendly, despite being afraid of you at first. You couldn’t just leave the poor thing, so you decided to take it back to your apartment and Hyperlaser.
He was against it at first, but eventually… you two decided to name it Princess, and he became an official cat-dad. He did a bunch of research and eventually became full of feline and feline care facts; he would go on and on about the topic as you dissociated with a smile on your face. At least he found an actual interest, which made you happy.
It was a damp mid-spring day; all the snow and ice had melted, and you could finally see the grass. Hyperlaser was out on a mission; hopefully it ends soon. Sleeping without him is hard, and so is waking up and falling asleep without him next to you. You’ve been dating for over 4 years now; he’s gone on so many missions, and yet you’re still not desensitized to him being gone.
Over 4 years, huh? That's... a long time. It makes you question, would he ever propose?
…
Not likely.
Little did you know what he had in store.
Hyperlaser texted you soon after you woke up (bros have to be psychic or something): “At 2pm come to (insert address idfca).”
Wow. That’s, like, not ominous at all. Yup. Oh well. Might as well get ready, but for what? If he’s telling you this soon, it’s got to be important or something.
Getting ready takes about an hour or two; time to go through your checklist.
Shower, check.
Style hair, check.
Pick out an outfit, check.
Make sure Princess is inside, check.
It’s about 12pm, and it seems to take about an hour and a half to get there, so why not go now and take the train?
The train station in your town isn’t the newest or most modern, but it’s got character. You scan your card and sit and wait for the train to arrive, which is only about 15 minutes. Once it arrives, the way there is pretty smooth; it’s also very pretty. There are some ruins, then the mountains; you can never get over how beautiful it is. People come and go at their stops, yet you remain, waiting for your own.
Finally, you reach your stop, grabbing your bag and hopping off. It’s only a 20-minute walk away from the station, so not that far. It’s also scenic, but it doesn’t compare to the train ride.
You pass by shops, restaurants, cafes, a few stray cats, and all sorts of things. A boba shop catches your eye; maybe you should stop and—wait, no, you’re meeting your partner, not exploring! ….
Maybe you’ll force him to go after whatever’s going to happen.
Your approach to the address isn’t an easy one; you get lost once or twice, but that’s just the nature of being somewhere you don’t know. Eventually you get there, and it's this small park. You can spot Hyperlaser a slight ways away, and he’s not in his work clothes, surprisingly. He also seems to be… holding something? But what is it?
You walk up to him, and it seems to be… a bag? Weird.
“Hey.”
You kind of jumpscare him; you can tell because his shoulders slightly jump when you speak.
“Sorry for making you come all the way out here; I passed through here while on contract and thought it was pretty.”
“No, no, it’s no problem at all! And yes, I would agree, it is… very pretty. So were the train ride and walk here.”
There's an awkward moment of silence for about 10 seconds.
“I have something for you; close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
and that you do.
You can hear him unzip the bag and a tiny meow as something is pulled out of it. He places what feels like a leash and then something fluffy and squirmy in your hands.
“Okay, open.”
Oh my swords.
It really was a kitten.
He had placed a cute, extremely fluffy, white kitten in your hands. It isn’t a young kitten; it seems to be around 3-4 months old. You can't help but coo over it.
“Awwwww… Where’d you get this little guy?…”
“That doesn’t matter, but you should look a little closer.”
Hyperlaser seems to be getting anxious.
You investigate the kitten further, and…
Oh My Swords.
Linked to its collar is a ring. You unclip its collar briefly to get the ring, and it seems to be perfectly suited to your style. It must’ve taken a long time to pick it out.
Looking up at Hyperlaser, you tilt your head, tears forming in your eyes.
“Is this...?”
He nods and takes your hand in his.
“Will you marry me?”
OH MY SWORDS HE SAID IT. HE REALLY SAID IT!
Of course, you immediately start crying, because who wouldn’t?
“Oh my swords—yes!”
He releases your hand and holds it out, implying for you to give him the ring.
He easily slips on your finger, a perfect fit.
It’s impossible to believe you just got proposed to.
Hyperlaser rests his “forehead” (his helmet) against yours, pulling you and the kitten close.
“I love you.”
he says.
You managed to choke out an “I love you too,” but it’s kind of hard to speak when you’re bawling your eyes out.
୨ৎ 𓂃 PAIRING : devesto x reader
୨ৎ 𓂃 SUMMARY : he swore he couldn't get any more obsessed with you, but seeing you in his shirt proved him wrong.
୨ৎ 𓂃 TAGS : romance, established relationship, makeout session, and this isn't proofread.
He was smitten with you, and he couldn't understand why.
Respectfully, you weren't anything flashy. You didn't commit crimes like he did, nor did you even think about doing such things. You were just a civilian who merely existed—the absolute contrast of what he was. Every step he took flaunted his inconsiderate ways and the danger that trailed in his presence; meanwhile, you were normal. Nothing about you really screamed threat, but you still managed to entice him, and that's where Devesto's confusion came in.
Why was it that you, a simple civilian, had managed to catch his eye? For so long, he had refused to even think about love because he believed it was a waste of time. He could be doing far better things than swooning over another person, but you just had to come in and ruin that.
He wasn't even aware of how you had done it. He had simply been exploring the city, and you just so happened to be sitting on a park bench nearby. At the time, he had only gotten a glance at you before he turned his attention elsewhere, but the sight of you stuck with him for days until he met you once more.
Instead of merely staring at you like he had done last time, he actually started a conversation with you—one that lasted hours. Not a second was filled with silence, but despite that, Devesto still attempted to convince himself that it was nothing. Even when you handed him your number and waved goodbye, he told himself it was nothing.
He told himself he'd eventually grow bored of you, and that you'd eventually become nothing to him like everyone else.
Though, your shoes being present near his house door didn't exactly scream nothing, nor did the missing shirts from his wardrobe. Your clothes that hung in his closet made his words debatable, and the sound of your hums echoing from his kitchen only added to that.
Devesto's keys dangled in his grasp as he entered his house—a low sigh leaving his nose once he closed the door behind him. His shoes were kicked off near the door, though his jacket was left on purely because he couldn't find the energy to take it off.
The inside of the house gleamed with dim lighting, and Devesto merely glanced at the TV that was playing in the living room. Gibberish echoed from it as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and he grumbled under his breath while walking down the hallway. Most of the rooms had their light off apart from the doorway that led to the kitchen, and he could hear your hums echoing off the walls.
At first, he planned to head to the bedroom you both shared. He planned to plop down on the bed and sleep until he was forced to get back up, but as he glanced into the kitchen while passing, he froze before taking a step back.
His body was aligned with the doorway as he peered into the kitchen, eyeing the sight of your back being turned towards him. It was a common sight to see you somewhere around the house when he returned home, but for some reason, seeing you now made him feel different. He didn't just let out a short hum to himself before continuing down the hall, but he instead stopped himself in his tracks so he could get a full view of you.
While he couldn't see your face, he could see the shirt that you were wearing—his shirt. You were wearing his shirt like it was your own, for you stood in front of the counter while eating whatever it was you had made for yourself.
Slowly, he stepped somewhat inside the kitchen, and he leaned against the doorway as he examined you for a minute more. When he got tired of the silence, he let out a low whistle.
"That's where my shirt went..."
One of my shirts, he wanted to add, but he kept quiet at the sight of you peering over your shoulder. The sound of a glass plate clinking on the counter rang out, and he could only assume you put your food down as you replied to him. "I didn't think you'd care."
He didn't. You could steal every bit of clothing he owned and he wouldn't even bat an eye, but from what he could recall, this was the first time he was actually seeing you in his shirt. It was the first time he was actually able to examine the sight without it being hidden by the darkness of your shared bedroom, or the blurriness of his gaze whenever he first woke up.
"Do you?" Your question resulted in his attention shifting back to you, and he shook his head as he pushed himself off the doorframe.
"No..." He mumbled while walking towards you, and as you peered forward, you felt his arms wrap around your waist before he plopped his chin down on your shoulder. "Not at all..."
You froze underneath his touch until you slightly turned your head to eye him, and he raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You said that funny."
"Said what funny?" The genuine confusion Devesto held was evident in his tone, and you narrowed your eyes.
"Not at all..." You repeated while mocking his previous tone, and a smirk tugged at his lips before he teasingly poked your side. You writhed under his touch as he grasped your hips to stop your squirming, and he lifted a head to place a kiss on the side of your head.
"Why would I care? I'm pretty sure you steal my shirts all the time..." He questioned while he slightly leaned back, and his eyes flickered on your form as he let out a low hum. "And you look damn good in them, too."
You gently smacked one of his arms that was wrapped around your waist, which earned a chuckle from him as he pulled away from you. "What was that for?"
"You're stupid." Your simple reply echoed in the kitchen as you pushed your plate farther onto the counter, deciding that you would throw it away in a minute. You yawned before turning around to face Devesto, but you were only met with his arms trapping you against the counter as he stood in front of you.
His hands gripped the counter while he stared at you—that smug grin you had grown fond of residing on his lips. "You expect me not to act stupid when you're in here looking like this?" He emphasized as his eyes flickered to the shirt you were wearing, and he looked back at you as his smirk grew. "You make it real hard to think, sweetheart."
You lightly snickered at his words before wrapping your arms around his neck, and he leaned down a bit more to press his lips against your cheek. You leaned into his affection until he pulled back, but instead of speaking, he just stared at you in silence. His face was still close to yours while his gaze seemingly refused to pull away until he glanced at your lips, and then back up at you.
All it took was you leaning into him before he crashed his lips against yours—the counter digging into your back until he pulled you closer to him. His hand replaced the feeling of the counter, and you tangled one of your hands into his hair.
A quiet grunt vibrated against your lips as he tilted his head, and your free hand moved to rest against his chest. Your hand slipped underneath his jacket so your palm could rest against his collarbone, and you felt him shudder at your touch.
When his hands were removed from your back, you were confused. You silently pondered what he was doing until you peeked open your eyes, and you were met with the sight of him taking his jacket off.
He slipped his arms out of his sleeves before holding the jacket in one hand, and his other hand pressed back against your back before he tossed the coat. The fabric slumped against the floor, but you didn't even have time to think about it, for he pulled his lips away from yours. You questioned if he was going to say something, but you were instead with the feeling of his lips pressing against your neck.
You tensed at the sensation as his free hand rested against your thigh, and you felt his fingers twitch before he partially slid his hand under your shirt. The chilling touch of his hand resting against the skin of your hip made you shiver, and you felt him grin against your neck as he pulled his hand away. He then placed it against the shirt so you couldn't feel the cold, and he lifted his head from your neck.
His eyes appeared slightly hazed as he stared down at you, and his grin seemed wider than before.
Without thinking, you spoke. "You're still stupid."
"I will take back my shirt." At his threat, you merely shrugged.
"Bold of you to assume I'm going to take it off." Without missing a beat, Devesto replied as he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"Bold of you to assume I won't take it off you."
"You wouldn't." You dared as you moved your arms to cross them over your chest, and he remained silent for a moment before letting out a low breath.
"Only because I love seeing you in my shirt, sweetheart."
