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Why So Rude? (Or Yuu's BF Asks Crewel for their Hand in Marriage and What Happens Next Will Shock You)
For legal reasons, this is a joke. I have been dealing with a health issue of sorts (i am not dying so no worrying ok? just v annoyed) so writing longer stuff is escaping me at the moment, enjoy some crack while I take a breather. More can be found on my masterlist here.
NO (FLOYD, Rook, and Malleus)
Crewel has been in denial about this "relationship" since it started. Not that his disapproval is really going to stop Floyd, but Crewel 100% refers to him as "Yuu's ex boyfriend" much to the confusion of... everyone who hears that. They do find some common ground in their shared interest in fashion, but Crewel has never forgiven him for his behavior in his class OR his "stealing" Yuu's heart.
Rook on the other hand he didn't have too much of an issue with until he realized just how familiar he seemed to be with his home for someone who had supposedly only been there to visit you. The twenty page letter he wrote to confess his feelings to you didn't help either once he saw the few lines where Rook wrote about the beauty of your finger prints, but he knows his disapproval means very little to someone as obsessed with romance as Rook.
Malleus... is the King of a country genuinely hostile to humans and Crewel thinks he is a little too obsessed with Yuu for his own good. He is also not a fan of how condescending Malleus is towards his disapproval, but it's an issue that will be worked out eventually. They are fighting out of love for the same person, your safety and happiness is all they really care about at the end of the day.
No, but as a joke (Sebek and Jack)
I don't think he has anything against him really, he just wants to see how important tradition and the opinion of his elders actually is to him. When Sebek begins to plead his case because he does not wish to put a wedge between Yuu and their father figure, but cannot deny his feelings for Yuu Crewel's more than happy to "change his mind." He knows you will be happy and well looked after.
Jack is a solid partner, and he is a wolf beastman who speaks of Yuu as his soulmate, his one and only, his eternal life partner and- well. Crewel just can't resist a bit of teasing, he's always been so serious and easy to fluster about these sort of things. The sheepish look on his face when he realizes Crewel has been teasing him makes it very worth it.
I can't stop you can I... (Leona, Kalim, and Rollo)
While Crewel has faith that Leona has what it takes to save his home- he lives in the Sunset Savannah. That is really far away from the Queendom of Roses ( ; ω ; ) have some pity on your poor father he can't travel that far all the time it's bad for his skin. The pressures of being the partner of royalty is something he worries over, but a smug promise from Leona to protect you soothes his worries somewhat.
The flippant way Kalim talks about the assassination attempts is not the way Crewel wants to hear about attempts on your life or heaven forbid your death. Kalim is very sympathetic to this, he has no real argument against how ignorant he was in the past, but he isn't a child anymore. Just filled with a childlike love for the world and determination to make it better. It is hard to say no to that.
Rollo is too much like Trein. His request for your hand in marriage feels like something that the old man would cry tears of genuine joy over, so of course he hates it. Unfortunately he also knows how much this teen grandfather matters to you or whatever so the answer will be yes. At least he has an excuse to visit Fleur City more now.
Give me one good reason. (Azul, Jade, Idia, and Lilia)
Azul was such a good student that he should have zero complaints that you started dating. But he also isn't blind and dislikes being pandered to, which is very much what Azul is doing here. He does wonder briefly if this is a cultural thing and he is being insensitive, but he is still exasperated enough to not immediately say yes. The strange twinkle that comes to Azul's eyes at the prospect of negotiations makes him wish he had though.
Speaking of not being blind, what does the Leech family do and is it legal? Survey says probably yes, but Crewel remembers dealing with Jade's parents while he was in school and has no desire to feed his child to the shar- err eels. Jade immediately begins to sniffle, oh how could Crewel say such bad things about him? A poor innocent eel and blah blah blah. If Jade wasn't such a good partner he'd be cooked.
Crewel understands and appreciates the effort Idia has put in to his personal growth and he has no desire to shit on that... but S.T.Y.X. and the secrecy around it is no joke. He wants to continue having a relationship with Yuu and as soon as Idia reassures him of that he has no more objections.
Lilia is an old man, a war criminal, and a father. Of course Crewel has seen how he was able to live as a student while at NRC but his own credit as a father would be under fire if he didn't object mildly. Lilia has some fun with it and has a bit more respect for him for objecting. So long as the eventual answer is yes.
Yes (Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ruggie, Jamil, and Epel)
While Crewel does have some red flag concerns concerning Riddle's mother, he has no real objections to Riddle himself. He is a perfect gentlemen and the correct amount of nervous to be asking the question. He gets full marks, as if there would ever be any other outcome.
Trey is that sort of solid option that parents really love, but he also has that tight personal relationship with Crewel from his Science Club days. He lives in the Queendom and is tight with his own family there are few better places for Yuu to be.
While Cater isn't Crewel's favorite student, he doesn't hate him or the Shaftlands. He is also not entirely unconvinced that him asking is for a magicam trend but! He has no real major objections. He is more than ready to have two kids, as soon as Cater is willing to admit he could use a stable father figure.
I don't think that Ruggie would even suggest marrige unless he's obtained that stable, high paying job he so baldy wants and has moved his Granny out of the slums. It's the perfect time to ask for permission to propose, and while the Savannah is still super far away (r.i.p. Crewel's skin) he is much more supportive of the two of you and how far you've come.
Similarly to Ruggie, I don't think Jamil would propose to Yuu unless his personal issues with Kalim and his position with the Asim's had been sorted. He wants to actually travel on his honeymoon, and Crewel is very willing to suggest the Queendom of Roses. Jamil's ego is absolutely stroked by how Crewel had zero objections but your adoptive dad doesn't get to see how smug it makes him, Jamil saves the smirks for when you say yes.
I think that Crewel seems to like all of the first years, and Epel is no exception. Sure, his request starts out well put together and polite but devolves into a dialect that leaves Crewel with no idea of what he's saying, but he has a general idea. Of course Epel has his blessing, Harveston sounds like a lovely place for Yuu to live their life in Twisted Wonderland and Epel a perfect person to keep them safe and happy.
He already planned the wedding (Ace, Deuce, Silver and Vil)
I know what you're saying. Crewel approving of Ace? Of course he does! He was in his homeroom class, and Crewel has a soft spot for trouble makers from the Queendom, he was one after all! Sure he might have had some problems with him when you first started dating, but now, when he is deathly serious saying he wants to spend the rest of his life with you? Crewel has been waiting for this since he fist saw carrot head yanking your chain.
Deuce is a much easier sell, Crewel was always a bit harsh on his intelligence, but only because he ran a tight ship and wanted him to reach for the stars. Well he has, and he has you to support him through it, Crewel is so proud of both. He and Dilla have absolutely been hypothetically planning this for years.
While Silver's curse did not endear him to Crewel for his first two years of schooling, he really grew on him when you started going out. He's glad that you've found someone who loves you as much as Silver does, really he is. Unfortunately this means he has to plan a wedding with Lilia, something they both have been doing since you started going out and never talked about. Don't worry! They only intend to fight a lot little bit.
The instant you started dating Vil Crewel entered his mother of the bride era. The permission asking was less Vil wanting to be polite and more him coming up with a way to distract him and convince him to focus on designing the clothes. Thankfully it works and no one other than his dogs have to know just how insane the prospect of his two favorite students marrying made him.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#heartslaybul x reader#savanaclaw x reader#octavinelle x reader#scarabia x reader#pomefiore x reader#idia shroud x reader#diasmonia x reader#idk have whatever this is i am so eepy
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— Various x-men characters dating a non-mutant!reader
— characters ; Scott Summers, Peter Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Hank McCoy
— version with others characters ; not out yet
— warning ; no particular tw. talk about self estimee and doubt. (as always author has not started reading the comics and their knowledge come from the different xmen cartoon and my hazy memories of the film <3) ( also no cartoon gif for peter because i couldn't find any ... is he even in any of the xmen cartoons ), author decided that Peter has self-confidence issues, also Peter part kinda slide tracked and has more about Peter and his struggle than him dating reader whose a human ... sorry! (his part is also a bit short ...)
— Scott Summers
Scott has no particular qualm around you being a regular human, he loves you just as you are, and nothing can change that. That said, Scott cannot help himself but be, patronising at time. In his mind, you being a human just make you be at risks, you can't defend yourself if you get attacked, by others humans or mutants. He doesn't view you as weak, but, he know how fleeting life is. He isn't the greatest at expressing his feelings, and notably his worry for you.
He will also be more protective than if he was with a mutant. And it show in him being at first very against you befriending any others x-men, he very much care for most of them and he loves you very much, but he doesn't want to have those two part of his life mix up. He doesn't want you to get in dangers because of his job, but he also doesn't want you to possibly endanger one of his mission, he wasn't capable of choosing between you and one of his mission. Not to say, you are as or more important than his mission, but he was responsibilities as a X-Men and he cannot forget about them. But that said, with enough asking and pleading, making him crack and let you meet his friends and fellow X-Men.
Talking about you interacting with mutants, Scott will not let any remarks about you - well not being one - slide. He knows and understand why his friends may feel wary of humans, he get it, but you are different. You are quite literally dating him - a mutant, it couldn't make any sense for you to be against them. Scott may let it slide the first time actually, but anymore than that, and he's making them do extra session in danger room - or they aren't allowed in it, depending on who.
In general, there isn't that much of a different between how he treat his mutant or non-mutant partner, he just will be more protective and worried for them. He doesn't feel particularly insecure in your relationship - because of his mutation or your lack of mutation.
Again, he doesn't have any problems with you not being a mutant - he more so has problem being a mutant, not in general of course, but in your relationship yes. Peter can't really give an answer as to why, but if he had to guess it was probably due to this father, and the fact that he didn't want to do anything like his father did, to you. The worst is, he know damn well he isn't anything like him but he can't help but think that way.
He feels like he's going to mess your relationship up, because of what he is. He try to play it off as if it was nothing, but it's a feeling that lingers in the back of his mind often. He never truly wished to be a regular human before, and he still doesn't, but he just want your relationship to be more normal. Which isn't really possible. Peter knows that, he also knows that you don't care, about that kind of thing.
He can mask his doubts and awful self-confidence with his quirky attitude, he can fool most people pretty easily - expect you. At some point, it get to point, where you have to sit down with Peter and try to have a conversation about it, at first he will just act dumb and pretend he doesn't get what you are talking about, but his facade cracks relatively fast.
You listen, his fears and doubts. You comfort him, and assure him, that everything is fine, you reassure him that weither your relationship is 'normal' or not it's the last of your problem. You love him, he loves you and that all that matter in your eyes.
Now, Kurt could be the one that has the most difficulty dating someone that is not a mutant. He could be scared to hurt you more than anything. He's stressing out about doing or saying the worst thing, that will just break everything. One of the reason why he is friend, with his friends is because they share at least one thing - they can all relate on one crucial part of their identity - them being mutant, it's one thing that link them all together and make it at least a little bit easier to connect. You lacking that, make it hard for him. He still loves you all the same of course, but he feels like not being able to share something so crucial is sad.
So he desperately try to make it up in some way, he looks everything he can about your interests to be able to share that with you, everytime you share something about your interests Kurt will make mental note of it. And he will share a lot about what interest him in return. If you speak an another language that he doesn't know, he'll try to learn it, after all what is better than learning the language of your lover! Kurt can even teach you some german if you want to!
He wants something to link the two of you together even more. It's something he heavily crave. To be linked to you, by more than just, your love for each others.
Kurt may feel insecure at time, that you may leave him for well, a regular human, that isn't blue, has five fingers on each hands - he will try to keep it to himself, but he isn't really good at that. His insecurity just overflow and he end up offhandedly asking you while you are hanging out, if you could prefer to be dating a human rather than him. Obviously, you tell him that you don't, and ask where did this idea came from. He feels reluctant to admit as to why he asked. He feels, ashamed ? After seeing your reaction, he feels a bit silly, and even more when you comfort him and tell him that you very much prefer and could always choose to date him more than anyone else just because they are human.
On a more happy note Kurt loves seeing how amazed you are by his mutation, you never really were around mutants before - there isn't actually a ton of opportunity to meet mutants and to know that they are mutants, even if antis mutant politicians like to make people believe the contrary - most humans he met, weren't exactly thrilled by his, but you are the exactly opposite. Even after being together for a while and getting used to his mutation, there is still this curiosity and shine in your eyes when he teleport for example.
He is by far, the most chill about your relationship and you not being a mutant while he is. Well, that is if we are talking about Hank, after he accepted his entire mutation and all, which we are, Hank pre-self acceptance is different deal.
But once, Hank is settled as a scientific and has member of the X-Men, and has fully accepted his mutation, he doesn't personally really care. But sadly, a lot of people seemingly do and that's one thing that annoy him. The worst is it come from both fellow mutants, even his friends and colleagues sometime! And from regular humans. He doesn't really get why people care about him dating a non-mutant or you dating him - a mutant.
He personally try to not let it get to him, and if it does he will do everything but make you suffer because of it. It most often will result in him shutting himself in his lab for a bit of time, to calm down.
And like others, he feels like he needs to protect you because, you are so ... weak in his eyes, not in a bad way of course ! But in comparison to him you are so small and fragile. This cause Hank to usually like putting his arms around you, around you waist or on your back, to show you that he is there, and to show people around that you are his, and that they shouldn't try to hurt you in anyway.
#i pulled up with the gifs .. yk that a long post#a magic piece ?#time to write every tags ever#xmen x reader#x-men x reader#x men x reader#marvel x reader#scott summers x reader#peter maximoff x reader#kurt wagner x reader#hank mccoy x reader#the beast x reader#nightcrawler x reader#quicksilver x reader#cyclop x reader#x reader
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bllk boys as your not-so bf
includes: isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin
tags: use of profanity, use of 'babe', one-sided(?), angst if you squint hard enough, discord in nagi's
a/n: inspired by my not-so bf (we don't talk anymore) :b srsly idk if that guy actually liked me or not but anyway .. enjoy !
even if he's at soccer training, he answers all your texts right away. you've seen him reply, or rather, not reply, to his other friends whenever he was with you. it feels as if isagi gives you special treatment, but in reality, you barely talk in real life. he pays you no mind when you pass by him, as if you were strangers. sure, he can act like that all he wants, but he can't forget all the late night talks you had.
you've shared secrets, fears, ambitions, and questions with each other. you've exchanged greetings, selfies, and "i love you"s, yet he's able to act as if you're nothing more to him. you look at him and there's a familiar pang in your heart, one you've experienced many times before.
how much longer is he going to hide his true feelings for you? does he have feelings at all?
the morning of the sleepover your friend hosted, you and bachira lie down comfortably on the bed, clicking through your friends' instagram stories. you're on his chest and his head is on your shoulder, him being the one clicking through while you hold your phone. he occassionally makes comments about them, saying things like "that was funny" or "ooh that one's pretty, introduce me sometime?"
you frown at his comment, but he doesn't see it. you two are always so close, holding hands and whatnot. you're always mistaken as a couple, but bachira denies it quicker than you do, which is a sign you should probably take. when you all go home, your friend sends you a picture they took of you and bachira on the bed and teases you.
your heart wrenches as you tell them "we're just friends."
you share a lot of your things with chigiri, and he does the same. you always find him asking to borrow your hairbrush, if he can take a bite of your food, use your phone, and more than you can remember. can you recall when you let him use your shirt after training? yeah, that was the only thing of yours he never gave back. why would he even keep that shirt?
on his way home, his teammates asked him if the shirt belonged to his significant other. he pauses for a moment, but then ultimately denies even having one. you get a bit irritated at times, and he has to snap you out of your thoughts at the cafe you two frequent. here you are, once again sharing a drink with one straw. yes, one.
from all the indirect kisses you've shared, you should actually just kiss at this point.
you and nagi play video games together everyday. you're always seen duoing together, so a lot of people mistake you two for a couple. after soccer training, nagi's quick to turn on his computer and ask you to play games with him. fps, rpg, horror... you've played so many games together you've lost count.
in vc, he hears you groan and he stifles a laugh. you complain the player that killed you is cheating as you click through the players to spectate nagi. when you're about to mention the flank, he says something that makes your heart pound. maybe you're imagining it, or maybe it's because of a shitty headset, but did he just call you 'babe'?
you shake your head, brushing it off. you probably just heard wrong.
reo connected his online payment to your food apps, so you don't have to pay for your orders. you refused at first, but as your face recognition detects his face, your phone was now his domain. he tells you to order food whenever you want, and not to tell him when you do, he doesn't mind.
but as you see him carrying an extra lunchbox with food he made himself, you wonder who he's going to give it to. you're not bothered, of course, it was just a cooked lunch. made by reo. personally. you mentally slap yourself for thinking about it so much. are you even allowed to be jealous of the lunchbox's recipient? you're just reo's friend, and you already have access to his online wallet, so what's the problem?
yeah... what's the problem?
he's annoyingly good at minesweeper. rin effortlessly completed the board, while you're still stuck deciding between the bottom or top tile. he acts nonchalant about his umpteenth win that day, but you know he wants to brag about it to you so bad.
you sigh in defeat, asking him for another rematch, which he gladly agrees to. and, just like all other times, he completes his board first. this time, instead of laughing at you for being slow, he takes your device and completes the board for you. he complains you take too long, and that he gets impatient when his love isn't done with the game.
wait. his what?
thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#isagi x reader#bachira x reader#chigiri x reader#nagi x reader#reo x reader#rin x reader
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leveling the playing field VI
summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 3.6k (she's long today DAMN)
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing
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a/n: omg it finally happened?? i couldn't resist anymore i had to :,)
anyway i wanted to pop in for a rare note and say thank you so so much to everyone reading this!! it means so much to me that people are enjoying this as much as i am enjoying writing it :)
so if you are and you wouldn't mind,, please reblog or leave your thoughts in the replies! it really helps me out so that way it can reach more people, and also it really helps motivate me to actually keep writing it bc i'll be reminded people want me to :).
thank you for reading this long ass authors note! and thanks for making it this far in the fic!!
i promise it's not over yet ;) we've still got a long way to go! so hopefully i'll see y'all soon when the next part comes out !
xoxo, raye
You walked back to the academy, still too high on adrenaline to even consider sleeping at that point. By the time Coryo made it back in, it was nearly eight am. You totally understand him wanting to get a bit of extra sleep, considering the night you just had- but who knows how long he was with Dr. Gaul.
Other mentors had started to arrive before he did, and almost everyone made it clear they didn't want to speak with you. You didn't have the energy to chat anyway, you didn't want to. You're endlessly relieved when Coryo arrives, notifying you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder. You jump at this, regardless of his effort to not scare you.
The chair scrapes across the floor and you feel everyone's eyes on you at the dramatic reaction. To him, it really wasn't shocking.
"Sorry- I'm sorry." You chuckle, quickly getting up to give him his spot back.
"Have you slept?" He asks, making no effort to reclaim the desk, noticing how your hands are shaking as you motion for him to sit.
You aren't sure what the safer answer is. Yes, I slept while I was supposed to be watching over Lucy Gray? Or no, I'm still running on the two hours I got a couple of days ago? Neither is very promising, so you decide to just be honest.
"No, uh, I've been watching for Lucy Gray." You point to the screen, unable to control the trembling of your hand as you do. "I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, so I just decided to start drinking coffee a few hours ago. Might as well commit." You explain, trying to force positivity into your tone and a smile on your face.
Coryo eyes you warily. "You should go home. Get some rest."
"No! No, I'm fine." You insist. "I'm not missing it."
"Go home and sleep." He says again, sternly this time. You tend to listen to him when he's commanding so he clung to that approach, but the look in your eyes immediately makes him regret it.
You look down, then back to your seat on the bench. You take a shaky breath before locking eyes with the blonde again. You're full of impulses that contradict each other. To listen to him, to snap and tell him not to speak to you like that, or to storm out and never come back. Realistically, he is under a ridiculous amount of stress. You can't blame him for being a little commandeering. After all, it's what he is meant to do. It's what he's been raised for. "I told you. I can't."
Realization dawns on him and he stares at you for a second, eyes widening. "Right." He nods slightly, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. "Just go lay down on the bench." He accentuates his point by shaking the jacket.
You smile, taking it gratefully. "Thank you, Coryo."
"'Course." He nods, finally moving to sit down once you walk away. You settle down on the bench and curl up, your head resting on his bunched-up uniform jacket like it's a pillow. You're not sure you've ever been so comfortable, and you're asleep within a minute.
Coriolanus wonders if his coat will smell like raspberries when you return it.
"What's he doing?" You hear Coryo's accusatory voice before you even open your eyes. As you try and shift, adjusting to the sounds of everyone around you, you come back to reality. No wonder your neck is sore as soon as you sit up, sore from your wooden bed, with no time to really wake up before you're hit with the realization of what's happening on the screen.
"I-I don't know!" Lysistrata says, assumingly replying to him.
You're squinting at the lights as you adjust, the figures of Lucy Gray and Jessup becoming clear as he chases her in her rainbow dress out of the tunnel and across the floor, booking it toward a pile of debris that would allow her to climb up into the stands.
"What's happening?" You ask pointlessly, standing now that you see Coryo is as well.
Lysistrata looks at you, shrugging helplessly as she stands next to Coryo.
"Hey! You promised me that if I-" You start, pacing toward the girl with determination, anger burning up in your chest and in your eyes.
"Y/N/N, wait-" Coriolanus holds his hand out to stop you, effectively his attack dog, from getting any closer. From telling her off for blowing your deal. He squints closer at the screen, not saying a word, just leaving you in a limbo- unsure what to do.
As the camera zooms in on the tribute, his theory is confirmed. Jessup has a white foam surrounding his mouth, and Coryo looks at you knowingly. Had Lucy Gray poisoned him? Surely not, he was her only ally. It was too early to take him out, but maybe she didn't think that through, maybe-
"Rabies." You say, hardly above a whisper, eyes locked back on the screen now as well. "That's why the medications didn't help."
Coriolanus is relieved by this explanation, it makes so much more sense. But only knowing what's wrong doesn't help Lucy Gray, Jessup is still fully feral, chasing her up in the stands on wobbly legs as she makes her way to what is left of a concession stand.
"If she can just stay away, he won't last long in this state." Lysistrata says, looking on with sadness in her eyes. "Poor Jessup..."
"Coryo." You say, ignoring her sympathies, seeing Coryo's mind running miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. "Do you remember those posters in the war? When the rabies breakout happened?" You ask, holding onto his arm, giving him a light shake to snap him out of it. "They said that-"
You don't get to finish before he's reaching for the comunicuff. Water, of course.
"Wait." Lysistrata stops him, grabbing the arm that was reaching for the screen.
"Don't touch him! Jessup's going to die anyway! All we can do is try to keep him away- you just said that!" You fire off at her.
"I know, Y/N." She lets him go, holding her hands out defensively. "Let me do it. He's my tribute, after all."
"Lyssie... You don't have to do that." Coriolanus tells her, and you feel guilty for snapping on her like that. She was just trying to help.
"If Jessup can't win, I want it to be Lucy Gray. That's what he would want, too." She explains, stepping back to her desk, tapping away at the screen and sending in water bottles on faulty drones that are more likely to knock the tributes out and smash the bottle than successfully deliver it to their hand.
Thankfully, this is what you want. You watch quietly as Jessup is bombarded with drones programmed to seek out his features, and Lucy Gray drops behind some of the seats to avoid any flying glass or stray drones. He swings helplessly at them with a board he picked up somewhere along the chase, and you glance at Lyssie for only a second, which is long enough to pick up on the fact that she's crying. God, that's probably your fault.
He trips and falls off the stands, bones audibly cracking on impact. Everyone in the room is silent as Lucy Gray reemerges, climbing down to be at his side.
"God, please don't let him die alone..." Lysistrata whispers, hardly audible even to Coriolanus, who's stood right next to her.
"She won't." He whispers back. "It's not her style."
You swallow, drowning in your own guilt while Lucy Gray is talking to the dying boy, stroking his hair and telling him to go to sleep until his eyes lose all sense of life, chest halting. She closes his eyes gently, which cues the buzzer announcing his death.
"Lyssie..." You stop her as she stands to leave, her eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing."
She laughs slightly, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Y/N. I know you, okay? I get it. Don't apologize if you don't mean it." Until she finished speaking, you didn't realize her laughs were bitter. "You can't keep taking out your anger issues on everyone else. I'm sick of it, everyone is sick of it- sick of you." She says, not giving you the chance to defend yourself before she's gone. You did mean it, but it's not like she'd ever believe that. You had done this to yourself.
You straighten your shoulders, turning to face the screen again. "Lysistrata will come around." Coryo says, sensing the tension radiating off your skin like a heater.
You just slightly shake your head. "Maybe I... Maybe I should go home. Just for a bit." You say, but it comes out more as a question.
"You should stay." He states, offhandedly sending some food in for Lucy Gray before turning to face you fully. He could guess why you don't want to go home, whether or not you were explicitly told to not return until the games were done, though, he doesn't know. Either way, for him, it wasn't worth the risk.
"Actually, yeah, you're right." You sniff. "I'm just having a moment. I'll be fine." You force a smile, blinking rapidly to push back those stubborn tears that wanted to spill.
"No, no that's not what I meant. I just meant..." Coryo trails off.
"It's okay." You smile and nod. "Can I just get some air, then? I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Please. Don't rush on my account." He nods. "But don't stray too far."
"Yes sir, Mister President." You joke, giving him a lazy salute before heading for the door.
You had been gone for a while, far too long for Coriolanus's comfort. Lucy Gray retreated into the tunnels after receiving the food he sent and seeing Reaper come back into the clearing. Now, with Lucky rambling on about the weather again, he felt like he would snap.
He double-checks once more that Lucy Gray is, in fact, still hiding, before he gets up to go after you.
It doesn't take Coryo long to find you, due to him tracking down the sound of crying in the hall. No doubt in his mind it was you, but he'd never seen you cry before.
You stop at the sound of footsteps, frantically wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve as you make an effort to stand. By then, he's in front of you.
"Don't get up." He says, crouching down in front of you. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know exactly why you're crying, or how to help. He wishes he did, he would do just about anything. "What do you need?"
You shake your head, forcing a smile and trying to stand anyway. Coryo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "I-I don't.." You start, but as soon as you speak the tears start flowing again and you feel like you can't breathe.
"It's okay. Hey, you're okay." He says, pulling you into his arms, effectively onto his lap as he sits back. One thing he knows that works with you is a hug- it's all he can do while he thinks over what could be the root of your problem, or was it just that Lysistrata's comment pushed you over the edge? You were overtired, overworked, and this easily could have been the last straw.
Through your tears, you try to tell him that you're fine, but you just stutter and spit and you know you're a mess- a mortification to your family.
"I'm not sick of you, Y/N." Coryo says, rubbing your back. Feeling your hair between his fingers and trying not to tangle it or pull it by mistake. "I could never get sick of you."
It surprises him when you laugh. Of all things, a laugh. It was just so you.
His statement was more of a confession to himself than to you, and when you pull back he's scared. Was it not about that? Was he way off base, or incredibly unhelpful and somehow offended you?
You sniff, wiping your eyes again. "Thanks," You chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't have to say that."
Coryo tilts his head, confusion knitted into his expression. "I do." He insists, able to look into your eyes now. "I have to tell you that because it's the truth."
You sigh, smiling slightly. Sadly. "You don't see it."
"See it? See what?"
You just shrug, making no attempts to move away. His hands on you, the feeling of him almost surrounding you is comforting. You want to live in it forever, but you know you can't. "Just... That I'm me, I guess." You say, voice cracking. "You're unflinching to it." You're abrasive sometimes, defensive, and some would call you an overall angry person. He doesn't see you that way, and you're not sure why. Today you were slapped in the face with the fact that your actions have consequences more serious than what your parents can make up for with money or unwritten agreements.
"What's wrong with being you?" He asks rhetorically, not giving you a chance for you to argue before he continues. "You did the right thing. They're jealous- that's all it is. None of them fight for what they want like you, they just sit around and wait for it to be handed to them on a silver platter, and you could too, but you're better than that. You're better than them. Stronger than them."
With his hands now moved up to your shoulders, he's shaking you gently, trying to get your mind to soak in what he's telling you. To believe it, because he knows he's right. The reason others avoid you is the very reason he is drawn to you- your ambition is unmatched, except, maybe, by his own.
"Do you understand, Y/N?" Coryo asks, pressing one hand to your cheek and staring deep into your eyes as if he could somehow look into your mind and grab hold of what Lysistrata said, replacing it with his vision of who you are. "You are perfect. They are fools."
Your smile had gone, ready to fight his point, but it returned by the time his rant was done, blush creeping its way across your cheeks and over your nose. "Perfect is a bit of a strong word." You speak softly. "Don't you think?"
"No. I don't." He shakes his head slightly, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.
The air became thick with everything he said circulating in your head like a carousel. A relentless spinning cycle with Coryo's every word circling around itself and caging in your panic. The spinning seemed to slow after a moment, as if giving you a chance to catch your breath.
Seemingly, in your experience with him, compliments were few and far between. To others, anyway. Not that you were keeping track, but if receiving compliments from Coriolanus Snow was a race you would be winning by a mile, and that's exactly what it felt like every time.
He tilts your chin up again, the same way he had just a couple of days ago in the arena, drawing your eyes back to his. It takes every ounce of his focus to keep his hand from shaking.
Truth be told, the desperate honesty in his eyes was enough to convince you he was right. You are better than them, smarter than them, stronger than them. If Lysistrata and your other classmates chose to hate you for that, that was because of fear. You'd be lying if you tried to say it didn't make you feel better, even powerful. Coriolanus thought it was right, so how could it not be?
You smile, nodding slightly within his grasp. "You're right, aren't you?"
"Always." He validates your entire thought process just like that.
You can't help it anymore. The power of his words push you past the brink, leaning forward to meet his lips with your own. Coryo pulls you forward with his firm and gentle hold on your cheek, meeting you half way. And as he kisses you, heart pounding out of his chest, you both feel fucking invincible.
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omgg heyy so i binge read all of your writings and like im speechless.. like holy crap. but like youre legt so talented, so i was thinking if you could maybe like write about sam golbach hearing colby and I from the other room doing some nasty.. and like he cant help and after we finish he wants to recreate it?? i hope u unferstand what im yapping abt here.. anyways once i LOVE you work !! <3
YES OFC
it's like you're in my mind
I hope you like this <3
you sound heavenly, doll
Sam and Colby x FemReader
you and Colby start to get nasty in y'all's shared room. Sam decides to surprise Colby by coming by y'all's house all while he hears y'all and he can't help but make you sound like that too.
TW: SMUT, cursing, masturbating (Sam), p in v sex, name calling (darling, love, sugar, baby, princess, slut), smelling (colbys smells you a few times), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex, pussy eating, slapping (thighs, pussy, face), squirting, crying, hair pulling
I'm sorry if this is a lil short
"fuck, colby!" his cock is hitting your sweet spot over and over. he can't help it, you feel so good wrapped around him.
"I know, darling. just a lil more, I promise." colbys head in your neck, breathing in your scent. he can't get enough. whatever perfume, deodorant, body wash you use, keep using it because he loves it.
"c-cumm-ing" you manage to let out in breaths. all while Colby keeps hitting your spot over and over and over. he knows exactly where it is, he just loves to tease you, acting like he doesn't.
"cum with me, darling. take all of it, take all of me." the words flow right out as your walls flutter around him.
you both calm down from your high as Colby goes to get a washcloth to clean you both.
"imma go get some dinner for tonight, I'll be back soon, love." he kisses your temple and leaves.
you roll over and scroll through social media until you hear a knock on your door. still being sore from Colby, you wobble your way over to the door to open it.
"oh... hi Sam. what's up?" you ask him.
he brings you in for a hug. you, of course, hug him back. he trails his hands down to the fat of your ass. "you sounded heavenly, darlin'." he says in your neck, tickling your ear.
Earlier
the sound of Sam's fist hitting against his balls match with the pace colbys fucking you at. Sam angles his hand more upward to create the illusion he's actually fucking you.
"fuck y/n.... you feel so good." he throws his head back as he came on his chest and stomach. he had been teasing himself ever since you and Colby started. palming himself through his jeans, only fisting the top of his leaking cock, even going so painfully slow. sam couldn't take it anymore.
Now
you've been standing for a good minute and the more you do, the more your legs get weak. Sam feels your weight shift and he gets an idea.
"jump, doll." he orders. you nod as you jump with your remaining strength. Sam's hands still on your ass as he walks you over to your bed.
"been waiting for this, sugar. bet you taste like it too." he squeezes your thighs then gives them a slap. you pull up your legs to spread them even more.
"god you look divine, baby" he licks a fat stripe up your pussy. your hands immediately find a way into his hair. your thighs subconsciously close but Sam pulls away and gives your cunt a warning slap.
"keep them open darling, I need to taste all of you." Sam dove his tongue back into your wet hole.
the knot in your stomach begins to unfold and he could tell, so he pulls away.
"w-what no no no no, Sam please." you beg.
"I don't think so, princess. want you to cum hard on my cock. can you do that for me , sweet thing?"
you nod but you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. you moan at the contact and sam gripped your chin to make you look at him.
"I want words, slut. now answer me properly." he doesn't let go until you answer him.
"yes! 'm sorry!"
Sam's fingers circle ever so slowly on your clit. he coat his two middle fingers with your slick and his spit and push them past your dripping walls. Sam moved his fingers so fast, you never had time to speak. only little squeaks everytime his fingertips hit that special spot in you. with everytime he pushed them back in, your thighs ripple every time his knuckles hit your skin.
"sa-! 'm gon-! cum!" he didn't react in enough time when he felt warm liquids coat his stomach.
"fuck, doll... do that again for me, ok?" he pulls his fingers out and aligns his cock with your pussy. he pushes past your ring of muscle, Sam restrains himself from pushing all of himself in and fucking you. but he knew you need to adjust to him.
you give the nod of approval to continue, and he did just that. he gets to the base and pulls back out just to push back in.
he can finally start going faster when your little pained whimpers turn into moans.
"fuck, your doing so good for me, aren't you doll?" his head hung in your shoulder.
"yes! doing so good for you." when he out his head down, he reached an angle that he didn't hit before. that knot in your stomach came a little too early than you wanted it to but you didn't mind.
"sa-m cu- cum-ing 'gain" you somehow managed to get out. the same feeling on Sam's stomach appeared again but he didn't stop. you were soo sensitive that tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.
"I know darling, just a little more for me." Sam muffled in your shoulder.
"fuck, pull my hair y/n." and you did just that. you grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and tugged. he let out the most erotic moan you've ever heard.
"shit lemme cum inside you please?" his 'please' came out higher than the rest of his words.
"please! Sam cum in me, please please please!"
he gets himself up and pushed himself a few more times to make sure it's not coming out. he slides his cock out of you and goes to clean y'all up.
you hear the door unlock and bags being set down on the counter. the footsteps come closer to your room. your sprawled out on your bed, tears down your pretty cheeks along with a red spot from Sam, legs twitching, and pussy leaking with Sam's cum. Colby opens the door and basks in your position.
"I see y'all had some fun."
all you do is whine as they both laugh.
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My dear lgbt+ kids,
I have been openly living as a trans man for some years now. And I'm at a point where it doesn't take up so much mental space anymore.
Don't get me wrong: I certainly do not mean "it doesn't matter anymore" here. I am not a "just call me whatever pronouns, I do not care" person and I don't think I ever will be. Nothing wrong with feeling that way, it's just not how I feel. Being adressed with my name and my pronouns is still important for my mental well-being, and it still triggers feelings of dysphoria when people misgender me.
Even apart from misgendering: My identity is still important, and it always will be! Being trans is not some small thing that loses its importance over time. It's who I am. Being a man - and having grown up in a society that told me I wasn't - influences the way I experience everything in my life (from my self-image to my relationships with others to... well, everything).
What I do mean here is: Before coming out to others, and also before coming out to myself and accepting myself as a man, there were naturally a lot of questions running circles in my brain. Why do I feel so sad when adults tells me I'll grow into a woman? Why does it cause me so much stress when mom tells me to put on a dress? Why does it make me so euphoric to use masculine scents? When I try to picture myself kissing a boy, why do I see two boys? Ah, I just learned trans people exist, why does this fascinate me so much that I can't stop thinking about it? Am I creepy for being so fascinated by them? I'm older now, why is that sad feeling not going away? Why is it only getting worse now that I have "grown into a woman"? Why do I keep getting this horrified feeling that I took a wrong route somewhere and was never meant to arrive at "woman"? Wait... could this mean I am trans? Is it too late to realize I am trans at my age? Can I really be trans when the whole thought of even just considering surgery feels overwhelming and scary? Will I ever be ready to actually come out as trans? I really want to get married some day, could I even find love as a trans person? Can I ever be happy in a relationship if I hide who I am? Can I go on living in the closet? Okay, I am trans and want to come out, is it safe to do that? Will my family still love me? Will I ever be brave enough to come out to people outside of my immediate circle? Will people take me seriously? Will people hate me? Will I regret coming out? What if I fuck up my life?
Well, I came out and the world didn't end. All these questions, I either found answers to them or they just dissolved over time - and that frees up a lot of energy and mental space. The space that was occupied by these questions and concerns is now available to me again.
I do not wonder if I am a man anymore. I just am one. It has become something that is just self-evident to me. It goes without saying - or without conciously spending time thinking about it. Of course I am a man, of course I am Oliver. Who else would I be?
We all have a limited amount of things we can focus on, and many trans people share this experience that over time they do not need to focus so much on it anymnore. But this is not unique to the process of figuring out you are trans - in the sense that a cis gay, bi, ace etc. person could also relate to this, but also in entirely non-lgbt-specific ways. Think about a person prepping for an important exam for example. A lot of their energy and mental space will be tied up in exam related questions... which obviously will not be a permanent state. After the exam, they will naturally no longer by preoccupied by wondering how the exam will go!
I'm telling you all this because one of you asked me if I struggled with coming to terms with being a trans man - and this is my very long way of saying: Yes, I did (and it's pretty normal to do! It's a really big realization about yourself!) but struggling isn't a permanent state.
You'll find answers to some questions, some questions will just fade away. You'll figure things out.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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nights like this i love you the most
pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader
summary: shinsou and you both can't sleep, so you sneak into his dorm room and the two of you watch a movie together!
tags: heavily implied romance/romantic feelings, fluff, no pronouns used, mentions of aizawa, reader & shinsou attend UA together, best friends to lovers
“i can't believe you're still awake at this hour! go to sleep, silly!”
“i wasn't aware you were actually asleep while texting me! glad to know you can multitask!”
“haha… very funny! i know i should be asleep too, but i can't get any rest! what's your excuse?”
“same as yours!”
shinsou stared at your message, awaiting an answer for you for the last five minutes now. it seemed you had drifted to sleep already, despite just saying you were unable to fall asleep.
shinsou sighed and turned around on his bed, continuing to hold his phone near his face, as he still had hope you'd send a message back. despite all the bickering between the two of you, he genuinely enjoyed talking to you. and being able to text all night with you was always the light of his day – or rather night.
just as shinsou was ready to put away his phone and attempt to get some sleep himself, there was a knock on the door of his dorm room. at first, he thought he was hallucinating, but when he heard a second knock on the door, this time a bit louder, he quickly jumped up and hurried to the door. he had a sneaking suspicion that only one person was crazy enough to still be up at this hour of the night...
“i almost thought you had fallen asleep in the time it took me to get here~!”
shinsou was greeted by your playful grin, before you quickly slipped past him into his room, not waiting for an invitation.
“i thought you had fallen asleep when you stopped responding!” shinsou replied, before getting to the important things. “what are you even doing here at this time? if aizawa finds out you snuck out of your room, he's going to be so mad…”
“pff!” with a confident smile and the wave of a hand, you brushed off shinsou's worries. “he won't find out. besides, you're his favorite student! he won't be too harsh on you!”
“i won't be his favorite student anymore, if he finds out you're sneaking into my room at night!”
despite shinsou's complaining, he couldn't help but smile. this was certainly a first, being paid a nightly visit by you. and while he was nervous you two would get caught, he couldn't be happier to have you near him.
“so then… what are we going to do now? i suppose you didn't come all the way just to continue our usual banter~!” shinsou said with a smile.
“well…” you sat down on his bed, pulling some snacks out of your pockets, before grinning at your best friend. “i was thinking we could watch a movie! i already brought the snacks and everything…”
shinsou looked at you for a moment, softly smiling and shaking his head. you really were unbelievable! no one but you would be crazy enough to watch movies at this time of night. but you were different. and he loved that about you!
“you're shaking your head… is that a no?”
shinsou had been so lost in thought, that he forgot how this might come over.
“no–! i mean, no, this isn't a no! this is a yes!”
he stumbled over his own words, trying to make sense of what he was saying. which was quite the hard task when it was already so late.
“what i mean is… i want to watch a movie with you!”
you grinned happily at that response, patting onto the empty spot next to you on his bed. shinsou didn't hesitate and sat down next to you, only for you to inch a bit closer to him, before grabbing the remote and clicking through the potential move options, while shinsou opened a bag of snacks.
“how about this movie?” you asked, as shinsou leaned back against the wall, quietly watching you with a soft smile on his lips, as you leaned forward and read through the movie titles.
“sure, that one sounds good!” shinsou replied, without his eyes ever leaving you.
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I love her so much...
(Jenna Ortega x fem! reader)
Summary: After she comes home late in the night, Jenna and you have a fight
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 [au]
Request is here :))
Warnings: angst
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
You had been Jenna's girlfriend for almost two years, but lately, your relationship wasn't at its best. Rather at its worse actually. She had been ignoring you lately, and it was starting to be difficult to deal with.
You were alone at your shared appartement, in tears, when the doorbell rang. You got up shakily and made your way to the door, opening it for the girl behind it.
"Hey..." she said
"Hey..." you replied
You stepped to the side so she could enter, but quickly broke down in her arms.
"I don't know what to do Emma... I can't... I can't do this anymore..."
The girl held you close and rubbed your back, before leading you to the couch where you could both sit.
"I know, I understand... Maybe..." she bit her lip
"What...?"
"If you wait for her to come home you could talk, get things straight..."
"I don't even know if she will come home tonight..."
"It's okay, I'm sure she will... I'll stay with you until then if you want..."
"Yes please..."
Time passed by, and quickly it was 2am.
As you were still crying in Emma's arms, you heard the door of your appartement open, followed by footsteps. Jenna was home. Finally.
She entered the room, putting her keys back in her bag, and froze and she saw you.
"Where the fuck where you?" you asked
"Are you cheating on me?"
You couldn't believe your ears. Did she really asked that?
"I should probably go..." Emma said, getting up
"No, stay" you tell her, before turning to your girlfriend "You're seriously asking me if I am cheating on you?"
To everyone's surprise, you let out a laugh.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You've been ignoring me for weeks, and I am the one who's cheating? You get up so early and come back so late I don't even see you anymore! And when you don't you spend all your time with Percy! "
"I'm sick of your jealousy Y/n! I told you there's nothing between Percy and I-"
"I know!" you cut her off "But you spend all your time with him! It's like I don't exist anymore! Do you even care about me? About us?"
"Of course I do!"
"Okay then. What day is it?"
"What? I don't know the... the 4th of July?"
"And?"
"And what?"
"What. Day. Is. It?" you repeated, throat tight
She stayed silent. You could tell she was thinking hard. Which hurt you even more.
"I- I don't know, Y/n."
You chuckled, whipping the tears in your eyes with shaky hands. You wanted to believe she would remember. You wanted to believe you were important to her. She just crushed all your hopes.
"It's our anniversary, Jenna. Was our anniversary, considering that it's 2am now. You really do care a lot, huh?"
You watched as realization hit her. Maybe she did care a little after all.
"So you spent our anniversary with Emma?"
Or not.
"Don't try to turn the situation around. I spent all day waiting for you. I had everything planned. I thought we would finally be able to be together and talk about us." you felt your anger rising "I called you 27 times. 27 fucking times Jenna. You never picked up, not once. I texted you too. Still no answer. So yes, I called Emma. It was already past midnight. I called her once, and guess what? She answered and came, even at that time."
You had to take a deep breath to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks.
"Y/n I'm sorry I was-"
"With Percy? Figured that out."
"No it's not-"
"Jesus, Jenna! Stop trying to find excuses! Stop pretending that you care about us! You didn't even remember it was our anniversary!"
"Of course I care I- there's just... a lot going on right now... But I love you Y/n..."
You couldn't help another chuckle to escape your throat.
"No, you don't love me! You ignore my calls, my texts, you don't kiss me anymore, you don't talk to me anymore, you don't even look at me anymore! How can you say you love me when you do all that...?"
"I do! I- I love you I-"
"If you really loved me you would've picked up. Read my texts. Answered me in any way. But you didn't, Jenna. You left me alone on the day of our anniversary, crying all the tears in my body when I understood you wouldn't come."
"But I didn't know! If I knew you were crying I would've-"
"Of course you didn't know. How would you know, considering you barely say hello to me these days? And what would you have done? Taking me in your arms, telling me everything would be okay, even though we both know it's not true?"
"N-no I- I would've... I would've..."
She too had tears in her eyes now. She was hurt, and it only made things worst for you. But you had to. You couldn't continue living like this.
"It's too late, Jenna. I- I can't..."
"What...?"
"I can't keep up doing this." you took another deep breath, fist clenched hard "It's over, Jenna."
It hurt you to do this, but she didn't leave you any other choice. This relationship had become toxic, and for your own good, you had to end it.
"What...?" she repeated "N-no Y/n wait..."
You took a little box out of your pocket and threw it at her. She caught it, confused.
"Here, your anniversary gift."
You then walked past her, to the door.
"What are you doing...?" the brunette asked, her voice trembling
"I'm leaving." you had to make an insane effort not to cry "I'll be back tomorrow to pack my things."
You didn't wait for an answer and got out of the appartement, Emma following you.
Deep down, you hoped she would burst out of the flat and follow you, try to hold you back, do anything that could prove she still loved you. But she didn't.
You arrived on the sidewalk without anyone to stop you. That did it for you.
You broke down again, in the middle of the street, letting all the tears flood down your cheeks, all the sadness, the pain, out. Your heart was in million pieces.
And again, Emma took you in her arms, patting your back gently.
Jenna didn't move from her previous position, in the middle of your living room. She was devastated, tears rolling down her cheeks. She never meant to push you away. She felt like she had ruined everything. And it was the truth. She did.
She wanted to run after you, tell you she was sorry, tell you she would try to be better, to be more here, anything that could make you come back. But her legs weren't working. No matter how hard she tried to move, she couldn't.
Her own incapacity to do anything only made her cry more. With a cry, she finally managed to move and stumbled to the window.
And what she saw really broke her.
You, in Emma's arms, again. You were crying, again, because of her.
She loved you, she really did. But all she did was hurting you lately. She didn't deserve you. You didn't deserve to be with someone like her.
Maybe it was better if she didn't try to hold you back...
You wanted to run back to her, hold her tight, kiss her, tell her you didn't mean it, tell her you loved her... But you couldn't. It was simply not good for you.
Your cries only intensified at the thought.
"Y/n..."
"I love her so much..." you cried out, voice hoarse from crying
"I know... I know..."
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NEED YOU
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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No
Pairings: Tails x Reader
They/them // She/her // He/him // Other
Summery; Our little friend here is struggling a bit with his hormones in that time of the month~
Warnings: smut, suggestive themes
Word Count: 3969
A/N: IT’S A SMUT ONE-SHOT SO BEWARE! This is written both by @kaylas-world-0 and @ctheathy
Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?
HAVE FUN!
He suddenly grabs a hold of your arm and drags you out of the room. You were surprised by his behavior, normally he would do that when he was really excited to show you something new he made, but he looked a bit… off. "Hey, what’s up? Did you find something interesting or something?" He didn’t face you, instead continuing to lead you in the house, quickly huffing out an answer, he seemed exhausted in some kind of way, "You'll see…"
The moment you two entered his room he dropped his act leaving you in complete shock. He grabbed both of your hands, "Pleaseeeee, I-I need this so much. It hurts!" he whimpers, his eyes wells up with tears. "I need you…" he literally begged.
You pause to acknowledge all this, your shock leaving you as your eyes darkening, staring down at him with some kind of power carrying them, “Hm, that's cute... But how far could you actually take it?” You blinked, looking him in the eye. Dead serious. Sorry Miles, but you can’t expect me to go down with you when you drag me in your room out of nowhere and beg to be played with.
He whines and wails for you, "Oh, please, pleaseee. I'm sorry! I know this is wrong! But it's too much, I-I can’t handle it, I-I can't take it... I need you so much... please" he dropped down on his knees, a few tears landed on his carpet damping it, he clenched his fists. "I love you... please…" his voice cracked.
"The pills don't work anymore... or- or... a-anything else... It's too much... I need your help... Please, please help me..." He begged, his eyes burning into your feet. You looked expressionless for a little while, seeming to think about a decision.
You bend down to make yourself at eye-level with him. You gripped his chin forcing him to look you in the eyes, his bangs covering some of his face as his cheeks damp from his tears. You blew his face a bit shooing his bangs out of his eyes as he blinked in surprise and embarrassment. You slowly leaned in, his eyes widened with how close you two’s faces were, and exhaled in his ear as he shivered with the warmth coming from your lips, “You’re not playing fair, you’re eating my heart out~!” You chuchkled, seemingly having a debate up your mind. “Okay, puppy...” A glint of sadism was visible on your expression, making him twitch slightly at just the thought, but he was desperate. Deciding upon listening to what else you might have had to say, he was open to doing quite literally anything at this point, he wasn't sure what to think when the next words had left your mouth “...earn it.” You grabbed his arm and forced him up to his feet causing him to grunt in surprise and stumble back a few steps.
"I..." he stuttered, his mind racing with possible scenarios. He swallowed harshly, his body shaking, "How— What do you want me to do? I-I can do anything for you…" He sounded genuine. Your eyes softened slightly. “hm... Tempting” You spat with a hint of sarcasm, but you walked closer to him nonetheless, causing him to take a few steps back. Not even seconds after he was practically cornered into a wall. You caressed his cheek with your knuckles as he shivered at such a simple touch. Your eyes observing his features while he felt even more small under your gaze. You slowly decided upon the little choice he’d given you. “Anything you say?” You tilted your head slightly with a raised eyebrow, your eyes searching for something in his sky blue eyes, and as he connected them with yours, your lips curved slightly causing him to swallow with a cherry blush. Although it seemed innocent at first; he flinched as his brain processed the sense of act on his lower half body, your knee... pressing in slightly on his current most sensitive of areas with zero remorse. Tails swallows a moan, in instinct he wanted to glance down; he couldn't do so as you reached for his chin and forced him to continue facing you. He shivers with the feeling as he presses himself even further on the wall, feeling humiliated, but he guessed he already humiliated himself in front of you enough when he begged on his knees for a one night stand. But right now? He didn’t even think twice about it, forgetting the act. He rapidly nodded, recalling what you said, finally letting his answer out, desperation filling his mind. “Yes! Yes, anything!! I can do anything you want!” His blabbering makes his voice crack. You hum softly, narrowing your eyes as a small smile occurs on your face. “Then I shall give you a choice,” His shaking form stilled a bit with your words, a little bit of hope for release lingering in the back of his mind.
“Do say... What would you do if I was underneath you right now?” The fox perked up at this in surprise, it’s not having been the question he expected. But then again, he didn't hold much power in this position. “Leave out. no. single. detail. unless of course... You wanna deal with this on your own...~?” Your smile twisted into a sick and wider smirk in no time, a finger pressing over his chest slowly sliding down to his burning area, hearing his breath hitching when your finger nearly pressed over it, knowing he'd have no possible way of rejecting this offer. Tails stood speechless. He never felt so… this excited his entire life. His cheeks were burning. He tried to gain his breathing back, "What would I... if you were...." he twitched with all the sudden fantasies going through his mind. He finally pushed all his shyness back. He wanted you so much, if you actually want him to spill it out then he might as well should at this point… and if you’re actually gonna help him afterwards… He couldn’t even think straight at this point that’s no doubt. He bit his bottom lip, nibbling on it anxiously, he gently grabbed your hand. His breath shuddered as he led it towards his heart. "So. many. things.... I would do anything so you could enjoy..." He slowly led your hand towards his bottom half, with a desperate and deeper voice he added, "But to be more specific…” He licked his dry lips, “…I would…fuck.your.brains.out. Is this enough information for you, dear?" His voice lowered in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened with his bold move, not having expected the sudden change of demeanor. Huh... Guess the events were really affecting him deeply, even personality wise speaking. You let out a small breath you didn’t know were holding, and quickly went back to your teasing nature, not wanting to be pushed back by one single comment he made. You grabbed him by the arm with your free hand, currently still thinking of the best response for your take. But your mind had decided upon taking a cocky turn once again, and you spoke as your intentions spoke for yourself “Then why don't you-” The other hand of yours whom he had been holding on, slid towards his now hardened area. “DO SO?” You gave it a harsh squeeze, almost as if your hand was currently holding a stress toy, pushing the fox even further in edge, but before he even got the time to react, you swooped him over from his feet, causing him to yelp loudly in surprise as you were now the one keeping him balanced, lifting him from his thighs as his claws instinctively went to your shoulders, letting out a whimpered as the pressure of his sweet spot has worsened after the sudden movement with you shoving him to the wall and pressing your body on him, causing him to squint in his obvious pleasure and support his head on your chest. “...Just remember who's in charge, dear.” You mocked him. Tails gasped tightly holding on to you, pleasure running down on his spine like electricity. He couldn't hold back the soft moans slipping from his lips. "Ah! Nnh no, I won't." He gasped, letting it out for an answer, his mind hazy.
He suddenly wanted to be more close to you then ever, and with the heat of the moment he grabbed your head and cling to your lips like his life was depending on it, with a passionate kiss. His moans muffling. You were surprise but didn't pushed him away, for this once you let him have what he wanted.
After a while his lungs burned with the need of air, even though he didn’t want to leave from the one stealing his breath away he couldn’t help when his instincts acted once again screaming for him to breath. He panthed loudly as he mustered up a few words, "You're... so... gorgeous." His eyes fluttered close again as his lips find yours once more. This time more gently. His hands traveling on your body, curiously feeling your curves. He left small kisses all around your face as he begged in a whisper, "Please let me..." You gently pushed him away before he can lower his soft lips over your neck. You pressed a finger on his lips, which were currently filled with desperate need and desire, shushing him before he could ask something. You kept your eyes contact, his being barely even visible lost in the moment, unlike his hips. His feet wrapped around your torso, curving a bit trying to create some kind of friction in hopes for the slightest bit of satisfaction you've been stalling him from far so long now, his back arching along with them, he whimpered out yet another “...please”, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. Hitting yet another sensitive spot with his shaking knees, his grinding doesn’t work much making him even more frustrated and upset. He huffed out with eyes tightly shutting closed once again, trying his hardest to prevent his moans from coming out, as he struggled in your hold. “You’re being quite needy, Miles.” You whispered into his ear after observing him for a while, making it twitch at the sound as it flattened onto his head, your teasing still not having stopped. But he was caught off guard when you let go of your grip on his legs, which was originally keeping him in balance, causing him to yelp loudly while he falled on his butt with a groan.
You gripped his arm once again, helping him up to his weak legs, not even before he was able to recover from his fall or giving him a chance to stay on his legs, you carelessly threw him onto the edge of the bed. He let out a gasp at the sudden gesture. He glanced up at you, face reddening with how harsh you have been, he felt a shiver of excitement running through his body when you slowly loomed over to him. He melted under your prying gaze. He flinched as both of your hands pressed down on the sheet around him, both hands beside his shoulders, who had almost seemed to shiver at the sight.
Your left hand met his private area once again causing him to gasp, rubbing onto the place as he almost immediately started thrusting and turning his hips at the touch, his melodic whines coming through. “ngh y-y/n--!” he bit his lip, hard, trying his best to keep most noises as muffled as possible. He pushed his head back into the mattress with a long sigh, feeling himself coming closer to his much deserved climax as you continued to pump him up.
The speed of his breathing was starting to increase just as your strokes had been by now, a few choked whines managing to leave his throat as he desperately gripped at the sheets in response. But all has gone away as you removed your hand from him, causing him to let out a cry in process and look up to you with teary eyes, it hurted even more when he felt he lost that tight feeling forming inside his guts. “You need to earn your place, puppy~” He whined with that. He was so close to achieving his much climax!! “Agh! Please don't tease... I was so close!" he coughed out, desperately begging in tears. “Please...“ a frustrated growl emitting from his chest. He tried to reach his shaking hand towards you. He whispered, “It hurts...” You squint your eyes at him, giving him an expressionless look for a little while. You grabbed his hand reaching out to you and pushed it into the mattress beneath him, causing him to let out a whimper at the strength. “Aww, You're trying to make me feel bad~! But if it's really hurt... and if you learned your place...” Your left hand met his sensitive spot once again, but this time you weren't going to be easy on him, oh no, no, no. Last time was a mere test. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.” You started jacking him off at an immense speed, his moans choking out almost immediately as his pleasure level went off the charts, already forgetting about the embarrassing noises he is letting on. He couldn't even go out of his way to try and muffle his noises of pleasure any longer, the feeling being too much for him to fight back against. His legs twitching, feet curving with pleasure as he arched on his back with a loud moan, his tails were entangling themselves with one another, your act only seeming to grow faster as time went on. He let out yet another long moan, it almost seemed involuntarily at this point, he couldn’t even get the right amount of air to his lungs from his excessive moaning. His legs were twitching with your merciless touching and it was certainly detectable, his whines only growing louder with your attempts to free him from his dreadful fate. But even he should have known that there was something to be awaiting for him after his release had been finished off, yet this didn't stop his appreciation from coming out. He screamed your name loudly as he came undone. He panthed loudly as he laid limply for a few seconds with a satisfied sigh, trying to came down from his high, “Oh… ah, thank you...thank you… I-!...” Looking up at you with half closed eyes, he was about to turn himself to sit up with a heavhy sigh. But he was caught off guard when you immediately pressed him back into the covers causing him to yelp in surprise, letting out a gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. He had felt satisfied, but little had he known, you were far from done with him. He swallowed harshly gripping the sheets, his breathing speeds up once again, he couldn't help the excitement building up inside of him. He actually pried for you to continue but he knew he wouldn’t come out alive with what he is gonna face. He nervously stuttered out with a small smile, "Uh... thank you for— for helping me... you-you can let go now..." his voice cracked. He shivered under your gaze. He found a little hope growing inside of him that you would keep this up but he also feared what had to come. Feeling needy once again, he already could feel himself getting hard. The look you gave him was enough for him to get up and running and he wanted to groan loudly because of this. Mind still clouded by the aftermath of the climax.
You huffed, blowing some of your hair strands out of your face as your eyes stayed locked into half open gaze, his form shivering under your stare at its finest. You pinned him onto the sheets with both hands now, pressing on his chest as you slightly gripped his fur, stealing his breath away, giving him a small little reminder from previous events. “You still have to repay the price, no~?” He was shocked. You still want to continue? He swallowed and seemingly had tried calling out to you, but was shut up real quick when his pelvis had hit yet another sensitive spot, causing him to slip out a loud moan but this wasn't like your hands at all, this feeling is very natural and... pleasant to him. He gripped your shoulders rather tightly after the sudden sensation that his area wasn't exactly alone, your hips being tightly pressed against his causing him to lose his breath, but your hypnotizing expression having prevented this realization from even setting in. He moaned out your name almost immediately, clinging onto the fabric of your clothing as he could feel something familiar swelling up in his stomach. And he was much more sensitive then before thanks to his after glow. “AHHH Y-Y/N...GHN~” You shushed him once more, feeling the sudden feeling of pleasure all the same way, but not wanting to give him what he wanted just yet. Instead, giving him the exact same prying eyes and closed lips you've been giving the entire time, staying as still as a rock. Tails tried his best to cease his urges, not wanting to disappoint you, but couldn't help from bucking up his hips, becoming as desperate as he had before. Trying to at least receive a small bit of friction. His arms and legs wrapping themselves around you in desperation trying to pull you in with a frustrated whimper. You only moved ever so slightly, making him let out yet another whiny groan and a sob. You let out a slight chuckle as his sad attempts to push himself further, but you sure as hell didn't let him. “...are you bothered~?” Your teasing voice swirled inside of his head just like his once again desperate sensation for release. His claws probably have ripped open the shoulder part of your clothing by now, but you didn't budge, even if it was the last thing you'd do. It's time you know your place. His new tears dampened his cute face once again. He choked out desperately, “I learned my lesson! I swear! please! Please- Please, don’t just… Don’t Stop!!” But you continue standing still.
After a while Tails was a mess, crying, sobbing and yelling for you to just do something. He didn't expect this, he can't think of anything but you, you and you. He moaned and begged for you, "N-no, no-no, D-don't stop like that—!" His half lidded eyes pleading for you. He tried to move, thrust, grind, anything to feel something. His movements were quickly shut down by your knee pressing on him, keeping the boy in place, causing him to cry out.
Your hips lowered further onto his once again hard area, making him let out a sob for more as it had been getting more and more surrounded by your warm insides, but just weren't pushed far enough for him to finish off. He arched his back with a whine, accidently clawing and ripping your shirt in the process, dragging your name all the way down. Even though it wasn't enough it was something, he sobbed with delight. “S-so tight- so tight, and warm, nnng ah~” His breathing was starting to grow unsteady not long after this, muttering out your name through long moans as he tightly kept his grip onto your clothing, it’s feeling as if it was the only physical support for him at this very moment. “A-ah– ah- Y-y/n... please—” he panted, his face starting to burn up even further as the heat was even noticeable from your distance.
You felt an achievement... With just how much your touch affected him, how weak it made him seem in comparison to his regular self. You leaned in on him and let out a breathy giggle right next to his ear, causing him to shiver as you bit the tip of his ear, as you dragged your tongue around it. “This time... I’ll make the rules” You whispered, causing his eyes to open wide as you thrusted down him, causing him to let out a shriek as he threw his head back. He's experienced high pleasure levels through you before, but it had been nothing in comparison to this. And though he didn't have much to say in his position, he hadn't expected you to go out of your way to literally ride him, much less believing himself to have the strength in order to actually process all of it. His chest got forced back into the sheets as he let out melodic moan after moan, it being irresistible up until this point. He didn't know what else to do other than letting his body instinctively respond to the massive amounts of sudden pleasure, not even being able to quiet down his noises any longer as you yet continued mercilessly going up and down on the fox. It had been no surprise that he had come undone time after time with how much you were rubbing your intentions off on him, his moans were growing louder after each second and you were positive he had woken up the entire neighborhood by now with just the amount of noise that managed to come out of his lips, his fingers digging into your sides without noticing the longer you went on.
It was no surprise he was starting to grow overstimulated not long after you just kept going, you rarely even seemed to get bothered by his release continuously being squirted into your body, painting your insides, your expressions making an effort to keep itself as neutral as humanly possible and the act almost seeming ineffective to you, but all that had really kept you from giving in was the scenery underneath you. He.was.a.mess. Sweat stains were visible on his forehead and his fur has become damp over time, he seemingly tried his best to keep the saliva from leaking from the corners of his mouth, but had noticeably been failing severely in the matter, his mouth wide open to scream to moan but nothing coming out, only silent screams, and he was crying. He throws his logic out of the window a long time ago, only his senses being with him. And they were going INSANE under you. Tails has lost count of the amount of times he's come undone by now, nevertheless still couldn't help but continuously beg for more no matter how painful it had become for him over time, even though he couldn’t form any words at the moment, his desperation only going further as he felt himself being pumped dry for you. You bit your tongue as his whines had become more severe and high pitched once again, it seemed to be a rhythm, a hint of him being close. He was unable to inform you of course but you didn’t need him to. You leaned in for one last time as your form was feelable around his oh-so sensitive spot, pushing him even farther into his overstimulation as he let out another long cry of defeat, his tears leaking down his face with the feeling of his areas burning up yet again, for God knows which time amount this had been. His head is thrown back as his neck is exposing under you which has visible bite marks on it, a little gift from you to him. You pressed your arms on his chest causing him to press on the matters and glance at you, losing his breath from his lungs and coughed. He pleaded with his eyes to let this be his final release this time. But you didn’t. He felt his body on fire, almost choking on his unstable breaths as he let out whimper in response to your closureness. Guess this was his punishment. He tightly shut his eyes as you couldn't keep your own off him. Letting out one singular chuckle and your smile rising as excitement was visible in your tone.
“Puppy... you know you're going to be in for a long night, yes?”
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slaughterhouse posting part 2 that isn't going to be polished at all and has been sitting in my drafts for days, but this scene is so interesting to me because i genuinely have no idea what megatron wants from ravage in this interaction- and i don't know if megatron knows, either.
megatron starts out by saying that the decepticons' loyalty isn't to him- its to the cause. ignoring how this is immediately striking me as completely, blatently wrong due to the times we see megatron rallying the decepticons around himself when other leaders fail to do the same (nevermind the fact that he started the cause in the first place), he then gets angry with ravage when ravage confirms that- yeah, actually. you're not the cause anymore. we have moved on with someone new. megatron gets so angry he stands up, he looms over ravage, he raises is voice and balls his fist- and why else would he do this if he wasn't upset that they're moving on without him?
which would, of course, make megatron a hypocrite. he left the decepticons and refused to take any effort to rejoin them- he clearly doesn't actually want to return to the fold. but when the decepticons unite themselves and move on from him, it's different. i can abandon you, but you cannot abandon me.
i've always took this reaction as being an immediate, no thinking, gut reaction to finding out the decepticons are moving on without him. he's angry, potentially feeling betrayed by them, when he... doesn't have much of a right to feel that way. and it's not like megatron wasn't given an option to join the decepticons again if that's what he actually wanted.
he was given a choice. he turned it down. he could of turned it down for any number of reasons, but no matter the reason, the point remains that he turned it down.
going back to panel after megatron snaps, ravage clearly takes megatron's outburst as him being upset that they've moved on without him. despite the aggressive way this interaction started with ravage attacking megatron, ravage spends most of this conversation attempting to reassure megatron. megatron gets angry that galvatron took over and they're moving on without him? okay- so then he wants to come back, right? he's upset he's been replaced?
well, galvatron isn't permanent. say the word and you'll be back in charge. megatron says that the decepticons aren't loyal to him, ravage reaffirms that they were loyal to him but now they've chosen a new leader since he left, megatron gets angry that they're moving on without him, and then ravage reinforces their original loyalty to him by saying if he wants to come back, they'll follow him.
and then megatron turns it around; yes he was just angry that the decepticons were no longer loyal to him, but now that same loyalty is toxic, actually. and it is! it absolutely is toxic. but i think ravage backed him into a corner here, even unintentionally. he can't sit down and actually address why the decepticons moving on makes him angry without admitting some part of him wants to return to the cons. or at the very least he still feels possessive of them and doesn't want them to function outside of his influence. when given the option to rejoin, he responds by insulting the decepticon's (and ravage's!) sense of devotion/loyalty and then quickly changes the topic to seawing and the trial. he doesn't say a solid yes or no answer because he doesn't actually have one to give.
ravage nails it down anyways. megatron has no idea what he wants from ravage in this interaction because he doesn't know where he stands anymore, let alone what he wants for himself. before ravage was revealed to be on the lost light, megatron was captain. he even seems content to BE captain- but ravage makes it complicated. ravage is a direct reminder of who he used to be and the people he used to surround himself with. worse, people he's abandoned and hurt in order to get to where he is as captain now. megatron left the decepticons behind with no command structure, no guidance, no plan- and ravage's mere presence is a bitter reminder that even if he's run off to the autobots, he can't escape that.
he's settled into a state of stagmentation with the autobots. one he's content with, maybe- at the very least one he can live with where the guilt isn't as heavy. it is the easiest way out megatron saw for himself.
but if anyone can get him to doubt himself, well.
who else better than ravage to stir up the past?
#blight rambles#blight's meta#transformers#maccadams#maccadam#mtmte#more than meets the eye#transformers idw#idw transformers#idw tf#tf idw1#transformers idw1#idw2005#tf idw#ravage#mtmte ravage#tf ravage#transformers ravage#idw ravage#megatron#idw megatron#mtmte megatron#tf meta#transformers meta#this post is very messy and i debated a lot on posting it bc. idk if it even reads well or if my view on this scene isnt completely biased#because of how much i like ravage#but uh take it anyways. i cannot stop thinking about the slaughterhouse scene#i WISH. i wish their dynamic stayed fucked up. i wish they stayed angry and uncomfortable with each other#i wish ravage having to reassure and comfort megatron while ignoring his own pain was an intentional writing choice and not just#well. what we got in canon. where ravage is megs' support and thats it
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So uhm ….how..how about sev with a corruption kink and .. 👉🏻👈🏻 a really really sweet girl who … gets reeled in by sev‘s magnetic personality and ends up just … u know … getting corrupted 👉🏻👈🏻
i'm completely chill and normal about this ask. (i'm lying) (i'm clawing at my walls and ripping my hair out)
men and minors dni
sevika never thought she'd be into inexperienced girls.
she didn't think she'd be patient enough for it. when sevika wants to fuck someone, she wants to fuck them. she doesn't wanna teach them how to fuck, she doesn't wanna wait to fuck, she just wants to fuck and move on.
but then she meets you.
she thinks you're the cutest fucking thing in the world.
you're sweet. you're the only person sevika knows who will always toss her a smile, even when she's scowling at everyone who comes in her line of vision. it gives her butterflies.
you're kind. when sevika's upset-- most people avoid her. you don't, though. you see right through the angry glare she wears to cover up her hurt. and you ask. you ask her if she's okay, if she wants to talk, if she'd like some company. and you actually listen to her answers.
the first few times she says no-- confused by the question and trying to figure out your angle.
but after a while she realizes you don't have an angle. you're just kind, eyes genuine as you look at her, a sympathetic little furrow between your brows. so she starts being honest. no, she's not okay, no she doesn't want to talk about it, but yes. she'd like your company.
and after the first few times of that, of the two of you just sitting in companionable silence, as you occasionally tell her a funny anecdote, doodling on a napkin beside her, she starts talking too.
you're funny. you make her laugh when she least expects it, little quiet quips only meant for her to hear that make her snort and smack her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. you've got this subtle snark that not everyone picks up on-- but sevika always notices and giggles when you're a bit sassy.
and it's all these reasons-- you're kind heart and sweet nature and sense of humor-- that sevika falls in love with you.
but it's your innocence that makes her fall in lust.
you're innocent. so, so innocent. as your friendship grows and you start opening up to sevika, she's shocked to find out that you (you, the girl she's been having wet dreams about every other night) are a virgin. that you've never even had a girlfriend-- that your last kiss was in the second grade when a slimy little boy held your favorite stuffie hostage until you pressed your lips against his.
she doesn't get it. she has a million fucking questions about it.
she finally snaps one evening, drunk and deadly curious.
"so then the guy tells me they're not sellin' chicken eggs anymore and i'm like what's wrong with chi--?"
"do you masturbate?" sevika blurts. you choke on your words.
"s-sorry!?" you ask with a laugh. sevika cringes and shrugs.
"well... do you?" she asks. you blink.
"i'm a virgin sevika, not a prude."
"so... yes?" she guesses. you laugh.
"yes." you say. something in sevika's stomach flutters. "don't you?" you ask. she nods.
"do you... think about sex when you do it?" she asks. you blink at her.
"well... yeah..." you say.
"am i making you uncomfortable?" she asks, suddenly worried. you giggle.
"i'd tell you to fuck off if you were. i just don't understand where all the questions are coming from." you say.
"i--" sevika cuts herself off. what's she supposed to say? i can't stop thinking about all the ways i could ruin you? that's what she wants to say, but she thinks that might be a bit strong. "i guess i just don't get how you haven't found someone yet."
you furrow your brow.
"well, it's not like women are fuckin' throwing themselves at me, sevika." you say.
"that's not--"
"i'm not an idiot, you know, i know what sex is. just 'cause not all of us aren't fuckin' walking sex magnets doesn't mean--"
"that's not what i meant!" sevika screeches out. her eyes are wide and panicked.
"well, what did you mean?"
"i meant that you're hot as fuck and i'm trying to figure out if you're a virgin 'cause you wanna be or if i'd have a shot at fuckin' you!"
it's quiet for a minute as you absorb sevika's words.
she massages her temples with her hand, mumbling to herself under her breath. you catch a few words. what the fuck is wrong with you? and this is why i don't drink clear liquor.
"you'd have a shot." you choke out eventually. sevika's head snaps up to look at you. "i-i mean--"
"what?" she cuts you off again. you shrug.
"if you wanted. but, you know, i can't-- we'd have to--"
"take it slow, yeah--"
"and i don't think i can do the whole casual th--"
"i'm in love with you." she says. a second passes, and then sevika's brain catches up to her. she smacks her head on the table with a groan. "what the fuck is wrong with me?"
"are you serious!?" you choke out. sevika huffs.
"yes. but i really didn't mean to say it. please pretend i didn't. or if it's too weird for you now--"
you burst into laughter.
sevika's known she wants to corrupt you, but she's vastly underestimated how much she'd get off on it.
like, she thinks she's more turned on than you are-- and you're always soaking wet around sevika.
even in the beginning, when she's trying her very best to keep it romantic and polite (kisses on your cheek every chance she can, a hand around your waist or shoulders almost always, sweet goodnight kisses at your door) the sweet way you flutter your eyelashes at her as you blink your eyes in surprise, the way you shyly smile at her-- it makes her cunt throb.
she spends every moment she can looking at you. half of the time it's in sweet admiration or amusement, the other half she's daydreaming about fucking you, her eyes wandering up and down your figure.
she lets you control the pace-- but she doesn't hesitate once you give her a go ahead.
so, after your third date --homemade pizza and a movie on sevika's couch-- when you shyly smiles up at her and ask if, maybe, she'd like to stay a little longer? she just has to scoop you up in her arms and carry you back to the couch, pressing her mouth to yours.
you were fumbling against her lips, gasping in surprise and trying to keep up with her pace-- but she intentionally kept you guessing-- absolutely adoring the gentle, inexperienced press of your mouth against hers and the little moans pleasure escaping your lips.
she won't pull away from your mouth, won't let you breathe for more than a moment before diving back in-- so you push her down to your neck, moaning when she starts nibbling and kissing the skin of your throat. she growls against you.
"fuck, can i give you a hickey?" she grunts, before returning to her gentle kisses and nips. you shudder.
"yes please." you whimper.
she groans as she bites into the flesh of your throat.
you whine.
sevika's got one hand on your jaw, one gently scratching up and down your back. you grip her arms, redirecting them so one hand can fondle your ass while the other can play with your tits.
sevika moans against your neck and bites you so hard you're certain she draws blood. she doesn't-- but it was a close thing.
(it's only years later that she shyly admits to you that she bit you so hard 'cause she was cumming in her pants.)
you become obsessed with her kisses. any moment you can, you're tugging her in for a kiss.
she loves it. loves teasing you about how needy you are. loves the way you'll pout-- she always kisses it away.
(also, she calls you needy, like she's not the one tracing circles into whatever patch of your skin she can reach and staring at your lips with a cocky smirk while you talk.)
you start losing track of your dates with sevika. you guys were already close friends-- seeing each other multiple times a week-- and now that you're in a relationship (which sevika loves reminding you of because she loves the half embarrassed half proud little smile it gets out of you) but now you're spending most of your free time together.
sometimes you go out, sometimes you stay in, sometimes you just go buy groceries together or meet at each other's apartments to take a nap.
but all that being said, it's about one month into your relationship when sevika first sees you naked.
you've seen sevika naked plenty of times before. she's not shy about her body, and she loves the way your eyes get all wide and glossy, the way your lips part, and your thighs clench when she's, 'just airdrying babe, it's better for your skin or something,' after her shower for thirty minutes.
so it's really satisfying when the roles are finally reversed, and sevika's left speechless as you straddle her lap, still clothed in her boxers.
it's satisfying until sevika's eyebrows furrow and she bites her lip.
your stomach drops.
you're just like anybody else-- you have your fair share of insecurities about your body. and this is the first time anyone besides your doctor or yourself has seen you naked. you give it a second, but when she doesn't move or speak, you start to panic.
"sevika?" you squeak out. her eyes snap up to look at you. she gulps.
"fuck." she gasps.
"uhh...?"
"i'm gonna say it again, shit!" she bites her lip.
"say wha--"
"i'minlovewithyou." she says all at once. you freeze. "you're so beautiful fuck i- i wanna tear you apart but-- fuck, no-- i mean i do but-- i'm in love with you. i wanna-- you've fuckin' ruined me! and now i wanna ruin you, you know?" she babbles. you giggle.
"i knew you had a kink for the whole virgin thing!" you say, pointing an accusing finger at her.
sevika clams up, her shoulders coming up to her ears and her face cringing. "i--"
you kiss her to silence her. she slowly relaxes, her hands coming up to grip your hips.
she guides your hips down, slowly grinding your wet pussy in circles against her thigh.
you pull away with a gasp, looking down at sevika's pretty blushing face, and you giggle. "i think it's cute, baby." you whisper against her lips. she huffs.
"it's not about the vi-virgin thing. it's about you. fuck. you're so good. and i wanna make you feel so good. and it's s-s-so fuckin' hot that you let me. and i-i..."
"you love me?" you guess. she nods.
you laugh, then press a gentle, sincere kiss to her lips.
"i love you too, sevika." you whisper.
she cums, her arms wrapping around, digging her fingers into your back and tugging you to her chest. "b-baby, shit!" she gasps against your throat. you giggle, and press kisses against her head as she shakes beneath you.
you're so horny afterwards that you beg her to make you cum. she flips you onto the bed, hovering over you, pressing kisses to your face, your breasts, your stomach.
"anything, baby, you want my mouth or--?"
"mouth!" you squeak. she chuckles.
"perfect fuckin' choice." she praises, before ripping your legs apart and pinning them to the bed.
she hovers above your pussy, her mouth six inches away from you, the hot puffs of her breath making your cunt clench.
"sevika--"
"just a second." she whispers, eyes glued to your cunt. you whine and shift your hips.
"sevika!"
"fuckin' hold on a second, baby, i'm tyrin' to take a mental pictu--mpph!" you pres her face down against your cunt, cutting her off.
she tries to glare up at you, but the second she gets a taste of you, her eyes are rolling in the back of her head and she moaning louder than you are.
she doesn't let go of her grip on your thighs-- she keeps you pinned as she alternates between sucking your clit and ducking down to lap at your leaking entrance, occasionally pushing against it and slipping the tip of her tongue in.
you're squealing, scrabbling at her hair and twitching in her hold-- stuttering out half words that get cut off by moans.
she chuckles against you and pulls away, her mouth and chin covered in spit and arousal, a grin on her lips. one of her hands trails up your thigh for her thumb to begin rubbing circles on your clit.
"tell me how you masturbate." she demands. you shiver.
"fuck--"
"do you use fingers? or do you just play with this pretty clit?" she purrs. you gasp.
"i-i-- both i guess?"
"mmm. how many fingers?"
"one m-maybe two if i'm really--"
"do you want one of mine?" she asks. you groan and nod, tugging on her scalp.
"please please please please--"
"fuck, but you're so tight, honey. you know i got big fingers. you think you can take it?" she asks, her lips brushing against your clit as her thumb travels down to trace your labia.
"for fuck's sake sevika--" you start. she giggles below you before shooting up, her hand still pressed against her cunt, but her lips now smashed against yours.
she pecks little kisses on your lips as she runs her pointer finger through your folds, gathering your dripping arousal and her spit, and then she thrusts her tongue into your mouth just as she eases her finger into you.
you moan. she really does have big fingers, and a much better angle than you're ever able to reach. she chuckles against your lips.
"you okay?" she asks as she slowly eases her finger back out. you nod against her.
you're sensitive-- it's so foreign feeling someone else inside you, so pleasurable, but so strange-- it doesn't take much for you to start shaking and clenching around her finger. she keeps a slow, steady pace, and you gasp. "oh fuck-- i'm gonna!"
sevika whimpers against you, ducking down to press a kiss to your nipple before squatting between your legs and sucking your clit into her mouth.
you both cum. sevika cums at the way your tight cunt clenches around her finger, and you cum and from gentle circles she's rubbing into your g-spot.
she's obsessed with fingering you.
anywhere, anytime, sevika will snatch your wrist and drag you into the nearest empty room, before shoving her hand down your pants and massaging your cunt, sinking one or two fingers inside when you're wet enough.
"s-s-sorry baby," she whimpers against you as you claw at her biceps, muffling your moans into her shoulder. "i'll make it fast-- you just look way too fuckin' good tonight." she grunts as she sinks a finger into your cunt.
she fucks you slow and gentle against the bathroom stall, both of you giggling when someone rattles the locked door.
"shhhit you feel so good, honey." she grunts. she's always all needy and whiny right up until you cum. then: she just lets her mouth run, saying all the nasty things she's thinking out loud to you.
you clench around her finger, clawing at her shoulder. "shit baby, i'm gonna--"
"fuck, baby i love this pussy. so fuckin' tight for me an' 's all mine. god i can't wait 'til you can take my cock. stuff you nice and full, stretch you out, get you squirtin' on my dick--"
you come with a loud moan.
(outside the bathroom, you hear a scandalized gasp. you both laugh as you quickly straighten up, sevika tucking you under her arm and sneaking you out of the cafe.)
it takes a while for you to get used to her big fingers but with how often she's touching you, it's not too long before you can comfortably take two, then three.
she takes it as slow as she can the first time she fucks you with the strap. she picks out her smallest, keeps the lube on the bed, tucks a pillow under your hips.
it still stings. not enough that you don't want it, not enough to outweigh the pleasure of sevika's thumb on your clit, but still enough for you to bite your lip and whimper, clawing at her abs as she inches inside of you.
"fuck, 's big!" you whimper.
sevika cums. obviously.
she tries to keep her hips steady, but the second the words leave your mouth she's thrusting the two or three remaining inches of her strap inside of you and collapsing on top of you.
the whines and whimpers you let out below her only make her cum harder.
the moment she catches her breath, she starts grinding small, apologetic circles against you where her cock is still buried to the hilt inside you.
"shit, shit, shit, take my cock baby, just like that. fuck." she whispers. you shudder beneath her, and she starts rocking her hips a little harder. "does it feel good, honey? do you like my dick?" she asks. you claw your nails into her back.
"sevika, sevika, shit, feels so good, fuck you're so deep--"
"i love you." she says, pulling away to gaze down at your body, fucking into you with fast little strokes. "look how well your tight little cunt is takin' me. 's so pretty, droolin' all over me. you've just been waitin' for the right cock, huh, baby? knew nobody'd be able to fuck you 's good as me, right?"
you're too busy moaning to answer any of her questions, but she doesn't seem to mind. she can tell by the way you're twitching beneath her that you're close.
"gonna cum?" she asks. you nod. "good girl." she grunts.
that's all it takes for you to cum, gasping and pulling sevika against your body as you shiver and moan through the most intense orgasm of your life.
sevika holds you through it, kissing your face and praising you gently. "so fuckin' good baby."
when you catch your breath and open your eyes again, you look up directly into the face of a cockily smirking sevika. you chuckle.
"pleased with yourself?"
"very." sevika says, grinning.
"'m not a virgin anymore. 's your mission accomplished?" you tease.
she bites her lip and looks down at you.
"i got a couple new missions in mind." she whispers. you laugh.
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pls make that nanami excel comments prompt longer 😭🙏🏻
that'd be my pleasure dear nonnie ! This ended up being how Kento basically "soft" launches his workplace romance with the reader and it's a bit suggestive lmao
Let's set the scene first because I'm not sure if I've explained my reasoning before on here, but based on the info we have on Nanami's salaryman days (long work hours, little actual value added but emphasis on share-holder value creation) I HC him as either being a banker or working in private equity. So I imagine he needs to maintain a very professional façade, at the risk of even seeming inapproachable sometimes.
cw : crack taken seriously, suggestive, fluff ?
Despite Kento's best efforts and his resolve of keeping you at arm's length - because what would people say if Nanami, revered Director, ends up dating a subordinate - he finds himself caring less and less about the rumours surrounding you both. After he wears out the last of his restraint trying to delay the inevitable, he just relents and lets it happen. He lets you drag him in and finds falling in your orbit pleasant. Natural, even. Kento goes from being the cut-throat, distant and laconic shadow of a man that disappears in his office all day to a softer version of himself even you have a hard time recognising.
He can't get enough of you but work eats up any free time either of you have and you end up seeing each other in the office more often than in the comfort of your own home. So Kento comes up with other ways of sating his wants, even if it means tormenting you a little along the way.
It starts fairly innocently when you receive an email from him, pithily worded and unassuming, in which Kento requests you to help Yuuji - poor, struggling intern who clings to you like a lost puppy in the office jungle - check an unstable model. It's nothing. It's routine and, while you anticipate a few comments here and there, you reckon it'll only take a few minutes.
What you don't expect is for Kento to be adamant about you doing it live on a call, with Yuuji and other interns as an audience, so it can serve as a lesson he'll oversee. His offer is unusual, too generous to not be questionable but who are you to refuse ? He's your boss, and when Kento tells you to jump, the only acceptable answer is 'Yes sir, how high ?'.
The call is filled with a suspiciously large number of interns who hang on to your every word, and a very satisfied Kento who sports an undecipherable smile. As expected, you find a few comments, curtesy of Kento to guide your little "lesson" - where is the beta from, double check the amortisation of this, please fix formatting - but nothing that requires such a large audience.
Then his comments take a strange turn, they're not action items anymore, merely musings that Kento glosses over during the call. You see the way his lopsided smile goes from amused to predatory as he talks about the numbers you corrected and the inflated terminal value you manage to get or the hefty interest payments you're dealing with.
'Excellent work on the projections, you really know how to get it up' - this makes you choke on your coffee. You stare at your screen in alarm, hoping that no one caught the mirth in Kento's voice.
'The annuities here must be painful to take, but nothing we can't deal with, right ?', now you're positively flushing, thighs pressed together and ears ringing with shame and unbridled lust. With shaky hands, you fly through the rest of the file, shutting down any questions the snotty interns may raise, and vaguely excusing yourself, hiding behind a "conflicting" commitment.
You think you've seen the last of this, but before you can hang up, Kento pipes up while the kids are still on the line.
Kento lets out an almost pained sigh, then quips, "Can you come by my office after this ? I'd love your help to adjust some - hum -" he's cut off by something suspiciously close to a groan - "Need your help adjusting my EBITDA".
The line goes silent. As if on cue, everyone else leaves, mumbled thanks and hushed whispers the only thing you hear before it's just you and Kento.
"What the fuck, Ken ?", you hiss over the static of your mic, voice low and alarmed.
"Is this an appropriate way to address your MD ?", he retorts, now back to his seemingly professional front. You roll your eyes but he doesn't relent. "There are still some comments we haven't gone through, I reckon it'd be good to double check those adjustments", he mumbles without much conviction.
You reason that your secret's already out by now and, well, you can't refuse Kento - even if it means doing some over time.
ANYWAY thanks again for stopping by nonnie dearest, it ended up being a weird crack post but I hope you found it funny at least ! Feel free to drop by my inbox whenever you want :)
edit : Nanami is a certified EBITDAddy 🤭
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a/n: fwb zhongli who catches feelings for you and mopes when it's time for you to part ways bc me and art said so. suggestive obv but nothing blatantly nsfw
You've become sort of a sore topic for Zhongli.
No, not because you've rejected him in any way. Not even because he's trying to avoid catching feelings for you. Quite the opposite, actually.
He doesn't know what you are. He doesn't know if he means anything to you below the surface.
Sure, the flings were fun—distracting, even, when he was stressed from work. You were only meant to be a good time outside of work which Childe so earnestly encouraged him to find. And you were for the most part wonderful company even when he wasn't tangled in bedsheets with you.
The problem is that he was falling hard and fast, and he's almost positive the sentiment isn't shared.
"You're going out again?" Hu Tao asks as she peers into his office. He's packing up his belongings and shoving your favourite snacks into his bag.
"Yes, does that concern you, Director?"
"Yeesh," she hisses. "Cold. Haven't you two made it official yet?"
"No."
"And that's because...?" She trails off, awaiting some sort of explanation. It's been months after all. Months. Frankly, she's tired of watching Zhongli do this back and forth without making any actual advances outside of... well.
She coughs when he doesn't provide any answer. "Are you going to?"
The man only sighs, frustrated with himself or with the Director, he can't tell anymore. And again, he tells her:
"No."
She shakes her head. He's utterly hopeless.
"My, you sure do know a lot about Glaze Lilies."
Zhongli's fingers twitch and he recoils from you. The flower he placed behind your ear shimmers in the glow of lanterns, sparkling like diamond itself is sprouting from your hair. You look so breathtaking, he thinks. Could he tell you that? Probably not.
Ah, he must have been rambling without realizing. A bad habit that he has yet to kick. It must bore you to death.
"An old friend of mine used to love them," he tells you. "My apologies for going off on a tangent."
"No, no," you wave him off, a smile spreading across your face—warm and welcoming. For a moment he believes that you're looking at him with something more. "It's alright. I like listening to you talk."
"You... do?" He questions.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He opens his mouth like he has an answer but it quickly snaps shut. Yes, why wouldn't you? He's surprised that you haven't lost interest in him yet simply because he's a talktative walking history book, yet simultaneously relieved that you haven't left his side.
There's zero dishonesty evident in your expression, nor is there any sign that you genuinely want him to stop blathering. But the time has come to leave you anyway. If only the night could be as lasting as his growing feelings for you.
The winding streets of Liyue have lead you back to your front porch. It must be well into the night—hardly anyone is around. The shops have all packed up and closed down for the day and even the croaking of frogs has quieted down.
You turn slightly, glancing at the welcoming entrace of your home. "So... this is it."
"Home."
"Home," you echo.
"When will I see you next?"
You laugh, seemingly amused by his formality. "Whenever you'd like, Zhongli."
A long silence settles over you as you watch each other. Your eyes bore into his intensely, as if searching for something in them. With the distance between you, he can't make out exactly what it is that you're thinking.
You turn to leave and it's a familiar, gut-wrenching feeling. The sight of you leaving him: sometimes draped in nothing but his bedsheets and others like this. And for some reason, this version bothers him infinitely more.
It's pathetic that he mopes about it, feels like a kicked puppy now that your date (if you could even call it that) has ended. The uncertainty of having you means that it could be the last time he holds your gaze, or it could be just be the beginning of your story.
He wants you. He knows he does. Would it be selfish to ask you to be his? Does he have that right?
Just as he's about to leave you at your door, once he knows you've gotten safely there, your voice calls out to him.
"Actually, do you want to walk around a bit longer?" You freeze, looking surprised at your own suggestion before continuing. "I-I know it's quite late but..."
He holds his breath. But?
"But... I just want to hear your voice a little longer."
It's a silly reason, he knows. It's even worse how giddy he feels inside, acting like a child having a crush on someone. He's certain you can see the melting of his expression, eyes impossibly soft.
The realization strikes him down like lightning. Oh. How could he have not realized? Had he been so busy worrying about how to move on from you while you were still in his bed that he missed the way you purposefully lingered around a little longer? That you were always the one asking him when he was free?
He chuckles—to you or at himself, he isn't sure. "Of course."
When you close the distance between your bodies, he offers you his hand with a blooming smile. He can't help admiring you under the warm lights of the harbour. You take it without question and don't let go. He doesn't either.
"Where was I?"
"You were telling me about why they only blossom under moonlight," you ponder. You're not very subtle with the way you scoot your body closer into his side and how you try to nimbly interlock your fingers, but he doesn't mind.
He had been blind this long. He would be remiss if he were to let the opportunity slip.
"Ah, yes." Zhongli squeezes your hand as you walk. "I should tell you of this old legend."
There's an uncontrollable joy in his heart when he realizes that, indeed, it is only the beginning of a long tale.
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What if TFP Megatron hadn't fumbled the bag during the Orion Pax arc...?
Like, imagine we get that scene where Orion is all "Why does this computer refer to me as Optimus Prime? Who... am I?" And instead of Megs being all "Grr, you're just my clerk, nothing more." He was... actually sort of honest?
Like obviously not 100% honest, let's be real here he's got his own agenda. But I'll bet Orion wouldn't have tried to delete his data if he had gotten an actually satisfying answer!!
For example what if it had been like:
Orion: I must know-- who... am I?
Megatron: ... *sigh* I'm not so sure I know the answer myself, Orion. This situation... it's complicated.
Orion: Then perhaps you might help me regain the memories I have lost? You explained what became of Cybertron, but I have yet to learn what has happened to me--
Megatron: -- It would have been too much! So many years lost, so much change to take in... I didn't want to overwhelm you!
Orion: I know, and I appreciate your consideration... however, these questions have been distracting me from my work...
Megatron: ... Very well. Come.
They settle down on some nook with a window. Orion's optics are glued to Megatron, while Megatron looks out said window for a beat before turning to face Orion.
Megatron: What do you remember, before I found you in those tunnels and brought you onto my ship?
Orion: I... *shifting uncomfortably* it's difficult to recall, but I believe my last memory was of us... fighting.
Megatron: Fighting?
Privately, Megatron is concerned Orion might be recalling a battle. He watches the other mech closely for his next words-- is the jig up already..?
Orion: Yes... we were arguing after the Council meeting, though I can't recall what for...
Megatron visibly relaxes a bit.
Megatron: Ah... that. Yes, I remember that day.
Orion: I had miscalculated, and my error upset you. We parted on bad terms.
Megatron: Oh, my dear Orion, that's long in the past! I hardly think back to our quarrel...
Megatron gently takes Orion's servo into his own, idly rubbing a thumb over his digits as if lost in a memory.
Megatron: Actually... your absence gave me clarity-- once I learned you were gone, I immediately realized that I missed you... regardless of what had transpired. And it hurt my spark to know we would never see each other again-- though, that turned out to not exactly be the case...
Orion is staring intensely now. He is afraid of the answer, but knows he must press on.
Orion: Megatron... what happened to me?
Megatron: After that Council meeting... you were taken.
Orion: Taken? By who??
Megatron stops rubbing Orion's servo, squeezing it instead.
Megatron: ... The Autobots, but I didn't know it at the time. I was informed you hadn't reported for work in a while. For a deca-cycle, in fact, which didn't seem like you. I tried to com, but was having no luck-- then Intel couldn't find evidence that you had even made it home after the meeting. Upon further investigation, we learned you were snatched off the street some time after we had parted ways. I knew then something bad had happened to you, but I didn't know who was responsible. Not until I saw you again... only it wasn't you--
Orion Pax: -- It was Optimus Prime.
Megatron: Yes.
Orion Pax: But... how? How could I be a Prime? I'm just an archivist-- was just an archivist... and why me?
Megatron: I'm sure you've noticed the change in your chassis. Well... we believe the Autobot warlord Ratchet used his vast medical knowledge to perform experiments on you, which allowed your body to carry the Matrix. As to why he chose you... I'm certain it was to derail our revolution efforts. It had been personal blow, seeing you change sides...
Orion: How could I abandon the cause? Did I not recognize you anymore?
Megatron: You recognized me, but you did not know me. When the Autobots declared war, Optimus Prime would charge in, always on the front line. I was one of the few fighters who could hold my own against him, and by far the best chance we had to get you to come back to your senses... but I could never reach you.
Orion removes his servo from Megatron's, instead balling it into a fist on his leg. He looks away as well to take in a steadying vent, then another... when he finds his voice again, it is soft-- but he needs to know...
Orion: ... Was it mnemosurgery?
Megatron responds equally as soft.
Megatron: For vorns, I thought that was the case. However we'd didn't find any evidence of it during your medical examination.
Orion's optics snap back to Megatron's.
Orion: Then how?! I--
Megatron: -- It seems your memory loss had something to do with the Matrix. We could test that theory, of course, but nothing would move forward without your consent, Orion. You understand?
Orion: Yes, thank you. I will consider it. And thank you again for taking the time to enlighten me. I am... sorry to have caused you all so much pain...
Megatron: Don't dwell on the darkness of the past when tomorrow promises a brighter future, my friend.
Orion: Mm... how can you be so sure? We are far from home, and the war rages on.
Megatron: Because I was able to finally reunite with someone I had thought to be lost forever. Anything seems possible to me now, even victory after all this time.
Orion blushes slightly as Megatron gets up to leave.
Megatron: I must go attend to my duties on the bridge. Would you like to join me for fuel in my quarters? Say, in the next few groons?
Orion: I would like that, very much.
As he watches Megatron depart, Orion privately wonders just what "victory" would look like, given their home has been destroyed. To what end do we fight? Perhaps I shall ask Megatron to elaborate on his vision of the future after our shifts...
#megop#fuzz writes#*cue Megatron opening the door to leave in time to see a small crowd of vehicons mysteriously dispersing (as well as laserbeak)*#tfp#Megatron#Optimus Prime
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Gabriel (2014) x reader
I cannot find this characters last name to save my motherfucking life
Contains: Beach scene re-write, reader tries to turn Gabe down because they know they can’t help him but ultimately gives in, might write more idk, cursing, fluff, and brief mentions of a knife, reader is referred to as “wife” but otherwise GN, reader loves him so much, heart hurts.
“What the fuck?Jesus Christ!” You jumped up from the dead sleep and bed as you saw the dark haired man behind you, it took a few seconds for it to click in your mind you knew him.
“Surprise.” He says, an adorable smile on his face, his eyes are bright and happy as he stares up at me.
“Gabe, what the fuck are you doing here? You just can't get into my bed and surprise me?” I say, still freaking out, it had been years since I’ve seen him and now he’s just here.
“Yes, I can. That's what I just did. I just...” he trailed off and I looked over him, he was fidgeting with his hands a bit.
“How did you get here?” I ask, sitting back down on the side of the bed.
“I drove.” He answered simply as if the question was that simple.
“No, I mean, why are you here? How did you find me?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, he still had that fucking smile on his face, the one that made me want to hug him but I fought it.
“You look amazing. I missed you so much.” He says as he goes to stroke my face, I take a step back and his face looks as if I just kicked a puppy as he tugs on the sleeves of his sweater.
“Gabe, what the fuck? This is so fucking weird...What are you doing?” I ask
“You know, I thought you'd be a little happier to see me.” He answers, clearly upset that my reaction isn’t jumping for joy.
“You just broke into my house and got into bed with me while I was sleeping. Obviously I'm a little scared.” You explained as you paced a bit, how would you explain this to anyone? Does Gabe’s family know where he is?
“You think I'm scary?” His sad voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. I sigh and look at him, sitting on my bed with his brown curls poking out from under his red beanie, his blue eyes look scared and worried, I notice the way his sweater is baggy on him and wonder if he’s eating well and I can see his bottom lip trembling and I have to look away.
“No. I'm not...I'm not saying you're scary. I'm just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.” I answer and he perks up a bit, he stands and comes closer to me, holding out one of his bruised hands.
“Let's go to the beach.” He says, his smile making my heart melt.
“Gabe… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said softly. All I knew was Gabe is unpredictable and I hadn’t heard from him in so long. I was scared, this guy tracked me down and who knows what he’s capable of now, we aren’t silly kids anymore.
“I have a plan. I decided on my birthday. There was a bunch of fucking crazy people eating my cake, and a bunch of fat nurses telling me happy birthday as if they gave a shit, and I decided right there that I should be with you. 'Cause that's what families do. You know, normal families, they spend time together and be happy.” He explained with a smile and my heart sank, I wasn’t what this man wanted, I was just what he thought he wanted but I knew I couldn’t actually give him the help or happiness he deserves.
“Gabe, we're not a family. I... I thought you were living at your mom's house.” You said as your mind raced, crazy people eating his cake? Nurses? Then it clicked, Gabe’s family put him in an institution… you remembered his obsessive behavior that started shortly before he disappeared all those years ago.
“No. Shit. I'm getting ahead of myself. We-We gotta go down to the beach.” He said, this time grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door, you fight with him a bit on it and he gets desperate.
“Gabe, it's freezing cold outside. I'm not gonna go to the beach.” You say, hoping to convince him you didn’t need to leave the house as his grasp tightened.
“No, see, you're getting it all confused. I just started thinking, what would they want me to do? Like what would a normal, boring person do in this situation? So I just started showering and washing all my stuff and smiling all the time... All that shit that they think is important, that makes 'em feel safe, you know? I just started acting like everyone else.” He said, you could see tears starting to form in his eyes, his throat tightened as he talked and you realized if this man cries you’re done for… you just can’t do it… seeing tears running down his cheeks will kill you.
“Gabe...” you whispered, hoping to calm him down.
“Like I'm supposed to act. Like-Like... Like an adult.” He said pleadingly
“What are you talking about?” You asked, your guard lowering a bit,
“And I asked them if I could come home f-for the weekend to surprise you, and they said yes. They said yes, so here I am. Come on, I need to ask you something, but it's gotta be on the beach.” He pleaded and you slowly relented, you let him, it was going okay until there was a sound on the other side of the house and pulled out a large kitchen knife, you felt your heart jump into your throat before it settled in your stomach like a sinking pit.
“Gabe, what the fuck is that?” You asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
“What? It's... It's just in case.” He said as he turned to you, the knife was gripped in his hand and his eyes looked a bit wild as he gave me a small smile.
“Just in case of what?” I ask, keeping my voice soft,
“In case of this. In case of someone coming… trying to keep us apart. Hey, it's self-defense. It's just protection, you know?” He explained softly and I looked at him concerned, why would he feel he needed self-defense to take me to the beach?
“Gabe, you're not going to be hurt.” I say as I reach slowly for the knife.
“Of course they are!” He raised his voice slightly and jerked the knife away from me, I put my hands up and nodded slowly,
“Fine… okay… let's go to the beach.” I say and he immediately calms down grabbing my hand as he leads me down to the beach, we walk in silence for a while before he speaks,
“You okay? You're freezing.” He says as he pulls off his coat and wraps it around me, I smile to myself softly when he does, I loved Gabe but I knew he needed more than I could ever reliably give him.
“Yeah.” I answered quickly.
“I'm-I'm sorry I had to do all that, but it's gonna be okay. I promise.” He said as we stood near the edge of the water.
“What are you doing? You can't act like this, Gabriel. You can't do this. This isn't okay.” I say, a bit worried about the knife in his pocket.
“You know you're the only one that's allowed to call me that? You and Dad. 'Cause you're the only ones that really love me. Do you know that?” He said, a small smile on his face as he squinted against the sun, his nose crinkling in a way I adored,
“Gabe...” I started, unsure of what to say,
“Do you remember when we got married?” He asked suddenly and I thought back to the summer we were kids, we had met on the beach we were now standing on, he was the cutest boy you had ever seen and my first love… until he disappeared.
“Ofcourse I remember… what about it?” I ask as he takes a small step towards me,
“I've just been having these flashbacks, like déjà vu or whatever, of when we got married. Do you remember? You kissed me on the beach, like where everyone could see.And then I said I love you. I whispered in your ear. Do you remember what you did? You grabbed my hand and pulled me into the ocean. And we went under and I proposed, and you said yes. Do you remember that? It was amazing. See? There it is.” He explains and I can feel the smile on my face of remembering those simpler times with him.
“Yeah….Holy shit.” I say softly,
“They've been... telling me that I'm a piece of shit. That I'm worthless.” He says as he looks off to the side, he’s still fidgeting with his hands as he does,
“Who tells you that?” I ask, genuine concern for him,
“But then I've been thinking about that moment when we got married, and-and I realize, you know, I'm...I'm not worthless. I'm pretty... I'm okay.” He says with a crooked smile, he looks at me with wide eyes,
“Of course you are.” I answer, Gabe has always been a soft guy, when his temper is under control.
“I mean, as long as...As long as I have you, I'm okay. As long as you love me, I'm fine. Yeah, I think I knew even then you were gonna be my wife.” He said and it’s my turn to look at him wide-eyed,
“Gabe, what are you talking about?” I ask as I can feel a cold sweat break out despite the cold weather,
“Shit, wait. Wait, hold on.” He says as he starts digging in his pockets and I start to shake a bit, I can’t handle this, I can’t do this, I can’t break his heart like this… I can’t hurt him.
“No, my... Gabe, what are you talking about?Please don't do this.” I pleaded softly, I prayed he wouldn’t do this to me, that he wouldn’t force me to rip my own heart out to hurt him. I watch as he gets excited as he looks down at the rind in his hand.
“This is how you’re supposed to do it, right?” He says as he takes a step back and gets down on one knee and looks up at me, I’m unsure of if his lips or hands are shaking more.
“No, don't...Don't do this, Gabe. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” I beg as I feel my chest tighten, I can’t hurt him but I can’t help him.
“(YFN), will you marry me?” He asks, his voice is shaky but overall confident,
“Oh My God.” I cover my mouth with my hand as I stare down at him,
“Like not kid stuff underwater, but-but for real. Aboveground, in front of God and everyone else. I want to be your husband. P-please? Say something?” He says, he begins getting desperate towards the end and all I can do is stare at him,
“Gabe, you're not... I don’t think… I’m not the same person I was five years ago, I-I’ve changed.” I say gently, hoping to talk some sense into him,
“No. No, no, no. No, I just...I just need you.Just you.” He says as he stands, the ring still held out to me as he stares into my eyes and I look away, I can’t bear it. I can’t bear seeing the pain on his face.
“Gabe, No.” I say as tears begin to stream down my face, not being able to hold it in any longer.
“No, don't. Don't, don't, don't. Don't...Don't be like them. Just... Please.I just need...We can live forever.And be happy.” He begged and I sobbed, burying my face in my hands as hot tears dropped down my red face, one of his hands cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears and I push it away.
“No. I ca...I can't help you. You need...You need real help. You need doctors and you need medicine...and you need people who know how to help you. I don't know how to help you.” I explain and he shakes his head and holds the ring out to me again.
“But...But I love you.” He says and I feel as if I might pass out,
“I love you too that’s why I hate that I can’t help you.” I say and tears begin to stream down his face aswell, he is still clutching the ring tightly,
“I'm just...I'm so full of love.I just... I just need you to love me back.” He says softly and I shake slightly,
“I do love you, Gabe.” I say and he looks back up into my eyes,
“Then p-please… just say you’ll marry me… I’ll be good. I’ll be a good husband.” He pleads and my heart sinks lower.
I can’t.
I can’t
But I have too.
I need too.
Who else would love him as much as I do?
Who else wouldn’t just call the fucking cops?
“Gabe… I… fuck… i-if I agree to marry you. If we do this you have to take your meds… you have to continue getting treatment and help…” I say slowly, choosing my words carefully. Gabe nodded as he stepped closer to me.
“I-I swear… I promise… anything for you.” He says eagerly. I nod slowly and hold my hand out to him, he smiles widely and slips the ring on my finger before pulling me in for a kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer. The fabric of his sweater in a death grip between my fingers as I cry into the crook of his neck. I love him, I’m going to help him. It takes a while before we pull apart.
“See? I knew it… We’re going to be so happy.” He says, my face cupped in his hands and I smile softly up at him. We will need to work things out, we will need to call his family and let them know he’s safe and where he is, I’ll also have to plead for him not to be sent back to the mental hospital, but as of right now I’m here on a cold ass beach with the one man I’ve loved since childhood with his ring weighing down my finger as he embrace each-other, all the other problems can wait.
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Okay, so, this will be a stream-of-consciousness type post, because I am this close to starting to print screenshots and do a full murder board trying to make this make sense to someone who is not in my brain, so I'm gonna type this out, and if you're seeing this that means it worked or I just typed for too long to not post lol.
Buck, Actually. Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered. I am not the only person that desperately wants a callback, and I know I'm not the only one thinking about what this might mean for buddie. Well, I've been saying for a while now that I would try to type out something about how buddie has been planned and the answers are in Buck, Actually, and that's what I'm gonna do now, I guess.
We know Buck gets a lot of his ideas of love from Buck, Actually. Seeing Maddie and Chim in the early stages, his own quest with love while moving on from Abby, notably Mitchell and Thomas and the "you don't find it, son, you make it." Buck's quest with love now is at a point where Buck wants to be seen "I feel like she sees me" but he is still at a point where he doesn't want to actually be seen, he wants someone to see what he wants to show, but that's not what actual love is. But still, we start out Buck, Actually with Buck literally in front of a huge sign that says "See Me" (also just to add into my madness about the blue and green in other elements of the scene, love the clear divide of Eddie against the sky and Buck against the sign, and yes I know they can't change the color of the sky or the sign but shh just go with it) with Eddie right above it. Interesting scene composition I think.
But talking about the actual couple here, we have Lola, who feels like her husband doesn't see her anymore after a situation where she feels like she lost herself, their kid went off to college, she has more time to herself, is struggling, and goes nuclear until Norman proves that he does in fact see her, just not in the way she was looking for, dude just wasn't aware there was a problem that needed to be addressed. I know I make everything about the cemetery scene lately, but come on. The whole thing with being seen, Buck not knowing who he is after dying, the expectation he is putting on himself about being the person he was before but he doesn't know who that is, like, come on, it's there.
Then the robbers and the two employees at the gas station, granted the robbers are a lot about Buck thinking about his own ways when it comes to sex and women considering he just had sex with Taylor in a bathroom, BUT here is when I start to go a little crazy. Because Ruth and Earl have that little moment of a relationship developing (hi blue scrunchie green cap 🫶), which we later see has developed, but Earl with his injured right shoulder is talking about how he's hurt but he was only thinking about her safety.
Does that sound familiar to anyone else? Just a thought. Yes, I know I'm crazy, it's fine, it will get worse.
Because another thing about the episode is the whole "till death do us part" thing, with the newlyweds who crashed their car, Mitchell and Thomas dying together, and maybe even Buck having to hold Lola back so she wouldn't fall. I'll come back to this in a second, but you gotta love a nice little crush injury involving a vehicle and a focus on handholding, huh?
But the thing is, Mitchell and Thomas make an impression on Buck, and Mr Self Destruct for Attention because that was the only way I was shown love as a child definitely takes the way they die together a bit too literally. Taylor being in this episode while being blatantly wrong for Buck makes an interesting point on that and the way bucktaylor evolves, because Buck gets the whole you make it, and decides he needs to kill himself to make it work, and it is what he ultimately does with Taylor, he thinks he loves her, he thinks she loves him, and he thinks that means if he doesn't give up he can move past his very obvious reservations about the relationship as a whole because "love is not supposed to be easy". But the whole thing is that Buck focuses on the wrong thing there because while Michell and Thomas died together, they had a whole life together, the point is not the death, it is the life. Yes, you need to fight to make it work, but the fight is not all you have.
Another thing about the episode is the concept of movement too, like, Lola's call on a freeway, both accidents involving a car crash of some sort, the robbery is a chase, even Buck and Taylor in the news van, Maddie talking about how slow being on the freeway is, and metaphorically too, with Madney starting to move towards something, Athena learning to deal with Michael's boyfriend. And Buck finally allowing himself to move on, and move on not going back to his old habits, sleeping with anyone for connection, but actually talking to his love interest for a change.
And we have relationships in all types of moments there, we have Buck and Taylor doomed to fail, we have Maddie and Chim in that nice early stage where you're falling in love with someone, you have Bobby and Athena and the whole when you know you know and the way Bobby proposes the next episode, we have the newlyweds, we have Ruth and Earl making the change in their relationship, we have Robber Guy and Baby Bear realizing that she's more in it than he is, we have Lola and Norman and the whole relationships take effort no matter how long you've been together, you have Mitchell and Thomas sharing a whole life.
There's also the whole layer of having the couple that shows Buck what he wants out of love be a gay couple, the way when Buck realizes Thomas is unresponsive he calls for Eddie first, because Chim and Hen are at the call, and they're not with Mitchell because Mitchell's body is there too, so like, the choice to make sure Eddie would be right next to Buck to comfort him is something.
Also, something else, the inmate who kidnaps them is also called Mitchell, and I cannot explain how I got here for the life of me. But Mitchell, Mitchell, Charlie, Charlie, Ambulance.
I don't know, something about the repetition of names, the ambulance as a key piece of the scene, the bonding, the comfort, the fear, the way Mitchell and Thomas died together, and Buck and Eddie could have died together in all of those situations. And the way Buck volunteers into the danger in all of those situations, he offers to help Eddie with the grenade, he goes to get Eddie without backup while actively being shot at, he runs toward the gunfire because he thinks Eddie is in danger, so like, it's a pattern of wanting to go together.
But also, the madney of it all, because while they are clearly moving towards something, they are not ready yet, but everything is acknowledged, which honestly is my main hope, because I don't think buddie is ready yet, but I would like some acknowledgment that where they're going, yk? And with the episode title possibly being a play with the song about being in love and not showing it, not knowing what to do with it, and the next episode being called "you don't know me" who could also be referencing a song about being in love with someone who doesn't know, we could be looking at real movement happening between the two of them yk?
I don't know if this makes a lot of sense, but if you read this I love you 🫶
#someone tell me if this makes any sense#i'm still not hitting all the points#but i seriously dont know how#my brain is not braining#but the clown shoes are ON#anyway#911 meta#kinda#911#911 speculation#911 spoilers#buddie thoughts#i think?
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