#I’ve gotten couple of strange asks. I’m fine with a couple

[fugidove-calls-andfriends]

I’ve gotten them but there’s more in the tags that i said about this

(there’s some mild swears towards the end.)

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Hey guys, a bit of a more serious tone post here but

i need some of you guys that love this rp and have fun with sending anon asks to know, but i need EVERYONE to know to not send weird asks.

I have gotten a few weird ones that i havent felt comfortable with and im sure the others have too.

you have to understand that all of us have boundaries, some of us are also minors (under 18) and that this is a very weird thing to send people

some people need to learn the concept of a digital footprint.

i havent blocked anyone yet, but i will start to if this behaviour doesnt die down

thank you to everyone that is normal on anon, and thanks for taking the time to read this

- mod venus

[alwaysmicado]

in my arms

2.1k | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | one-shot

Warnings: fluff, Joel’s POV (first person) Summary: As Joel watches you sleep beside him for the first time, he realizes just how deeply he’s come to crave something more than just fleeting moments together. A/N: This one-shot has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and I could really use a bit of heartwarming fluff right now—so I figured it’s the perfect time to share. I really hope it’ll bring you some comfort, too. Can be read alone or within the fwb!Joel AU. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts! I love hearing from you! ♡

It’s been a while since anyone’s slept in my bed with me.

Hell, it’s been a long time since I let anyone close enough to even get that far. But you—well, you have a way of making everything feel different, even when you don’t know it. Even when you don’t mean to.

And tonight, after weeks of the same routine, of having you in my arms just for the space of a couple of hours and then watching you slip away again, you are still here.

Fast asleep in my bed.

I shift in the darkness, the mattress dipping just slightly beneath me as I turn onto my side to face you fully. The only light in the room comes from the full moon shining outside, its glow filtering through the slats of the blinds, casting faint lines of silver and shadow across your bare skin. 

You’re lying on your belly, one arm tucked under the one pillow in my bed—yeah, yeah, I know—while the other rests loosely against the sheets. Your breathing is slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm that is starting to soothe something deep inside me I didn’t even realize was tense.

I can’t sleep.

Not because I’m not tired—God knows I am—but because the idea of closing my eyes and missing even a second of this, of you being here, feels like something I can’t bear.

It’s strange. I’m not used to feeling this way.

Most of the time, when we’ve been together, I’ll lie awake for a bit after you’ve left, letting the quiet of the house settle over me like a blanket, pretending I don’t mind the loneliness creeping back in. Pretending I don’t mind that you leave.

But tonight is different. Tonight, you stayed.

I didn’t expect it, honestly. After the way the night had gone, with you laughing and dancing and a few too many Tequila shots, I figured you’d brush me off like you always would when we were done—give me that soft smile, kiss me one last time, and then slip out into the night before I could say anything to stop you.

But when I asked if you were alright, if you wanted me to call you a cab, you surprised me. You said no.

“I think I, uh, might have had just a liiiittle too much to drink,” you mumbled, half-laughing as you tried to sit up, only to sway slightly and grab onto my arm for balance. “Maybe I should just…stay here. If that’s okay.”

Of course, it was okay. It was more than okay.

But the way you said it, so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal, like it didn’t send a rush of something sharp and warm straight to my chest, made me realize how much I’d been hoping for this. Hoping for you to stay, to let me have this one night, where it wasn’t just about the—albeit fantastic—sex we had. Where it was about something more, even if we never put a name to it.

So, here we are.

You didn’t say much after we settled in. Just curled up beneath the sheets, close enough that I can now feel the warmth of your body beside me, but not so close that it feels like you’re giving me more than you’re ready to. And that’s fine. I’ll take whatever you are willing to give.

The truth is, I’ve been wanting this for a while now. Maybe even since the first time I took you home, if I’m being honest with myself. There’s just something about you that has gotten under my skin from that very first time our eyes met, and no matter how much I try to keep things simple, I can’t help the way I feel. The way you make me feel.

You’re smart, funny, insanely gorgeous, and stubborn as hell sometimes—but you have this vulnerability about you, too. Like you’re always holding back, keeping a part of yourself just out of reach, and for some reason, I want to be the one to reach it.

Tonight, though…tonight, I have you right here. No walls, no goodbye, no running off into the night. Just you, asleep beside me, looking so damn peaceful it makes my chest ache.

I shift a little closer, gently, just enough so that I can see your face better in the low light. I have the sudden urge to trace the contours of your face with my fingers, to put a soft kiss on your lips.

My hand twitches at my side, but I don’t move. Don’t want to risk waking you, even though part of me wants you to wake up, to look at me with those tired eyes and give me that sleepy smile that always makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m more than a temporary distraction to you.

I believe you when you say you like spending time with me. You make me feel it, too. When we’re together, you’re really here with me. But it’s just that, after every time, it ends. You always leave.

And I’m left wondering when, or if, you’ll come back to me.

I watch you for a long time. Longer than I should, probably. But I can’t help it. There’s something about the way you look when you’re asleep—so soft, so unguarded—that makes me feel like I’m seeing a part of you you don’t let anyone else see. Not even me.

I wonder what you’re dreaming about. If you’re thinking about anything at all, or if your mind is finally at peace, even for just a little while. I hope it’s the latter. You’ve had a stressful week you told me, and I hope you’re dreaming of something nice, something that makes you feel safe.

And I want to be that for you. I want to be the one who makes you feel safe. But I know better than to push my luck. You aren’t ready, and I’m not going to ask for more than you can or want to give.

Still, lying here beside you, feeling the warmth of your body so close to mine, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if things were different. If this wasn’t just a one-time thing, but something we did every night. If you stayed, not because you were too drunk to leave, but because you wanted to.

Because you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

I can picture it so easily—waking up with you next to me, your sleepy voice mumbling something incoherent as you stretch and blink the sleep from your eyes.

I’d make you coffee, just the way you like it in the morning, and we’d sit at the kitchen table, talking about nothing and everything all at once. Maybe we’d bicker about something stupid, like which show to watch or who gets to choose the music while we cook dinner. And then, at the end of the day, we’d come back to this—this quiet, this closeness—and I’d fall asleep knowing you are right here in my arms.

But that’s not how things are.

I know that. I’m not delusional. I know that whatever this is between us, it isn’t something you’re ready to define. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe I can be okay with that, at least for now.

But damn, it’s hard not to want more.

Not because I want to hold you back or limit the way you explore the world and discover yourself—that’s the last thing I’d ever want for you. You’re young and bright, and the world’s wide open for you. It’s because of you—the way you make me feel when you’re with me. The way your smile lights up my world, the way you make everything feel like it matters. 

The way you make me believe I could be the man you deserve.

You shift in your sleep, your body turning slightly toward me, and I freeze for a second, thinking you’re waking up. But you don’t. You just let out a soft sigh, your hand twitching as it curls into the pillow, and then you settle again, your breathing evening out once more.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

God, I’ve got it bad.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this. The last time I’ve cared this much about someone, about something that wasn’t already a part of my life. I was used to keeping things simple, keeping my world small. It was easier that way. Less messy, less tiring. But you…you snuck in somehow, made a place for yourself without me even realizing it, and now that you are here, I don’t want to let you go.

I won’t tell you that, though. I’m not stupid. I know you aren’t ready to hear it, and the last thing I want to do is overstep and scare you off. I can wait. I can be patient.

But that doesn’t stop me from feeling it.

My eyes trace the curve of your cheek, the gentle slope of your lips, and my fingers itch to touch you. I know I shouldn’t. I know this is already more than you’ve given me before.

But It’s hard. It’s hard not to reach out and hold onto this moment, to hold onto you.

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself and my heartbeat, but my thoughts keep circling back to the same thing: What if this is the only time?

I reach out, finally letting my fingers brush lightly against your temple, tracing your soft skin, your cheek, your shoulder. You don’t stir, don’t even flinch, and for some reason, that makes my chest tighten even more. You trust me, even in your sleep. Trust me enough to let me be here with you, to see you like this, vulnerable and real.

And that…that means more to me than I could ever put into words.

I move closer, just enough so that our bodies are barely touching, and I let myself close my eyes for a moment, even though I know I won’t sleep. Not tonight. Not with you here, like this.

Instead, I just let myself feel it. The warmth of your skin, the soft rise and fall of your breathing, the steady beat of your heart just a few inches away from mine. It’s a quiet kind of intimacy, one I haven’t realized I’ve been missing for a long time.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and slip away again, back to the way things always are between us. Maybe you’ll put up your walls, tell yourself this didn’t mean anything more than any other night. And maybe I’ll let you, because I’m not ready to push for more, not yet.

For now, you’re here. You’re here. And that’s enough.

For now, that’s enough.

I open my eyes again, letting them drift back to your face. You’re still so peaceful, so soft in the moonlight, and I feel something swell in my chest that I haven’t felt in years. Something big, something real.

I lean in, just a little, pressing the softest kiss to your warm forehead, barely more than a whisper of touch. You don’t wake, don’t even stir, but the simple act makes something settle deep inside me. Like this is right. Like this is how it’s supposed to be.

I could stay like this all night, just watching you, soaking in the quiet comfort of you beside me. And maybe I would, if I didn’t feel the pull of sleep finally creeping up on me. My eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, and even though I try to fight it, I know I can’t stay awake forever.

You keep me on my toes, but I’m not thirty anymore. 

So, with one last look at you, one last moment of quietly letting myself feel everything I haven’t been ready to admit, I let my eyes close. My hand rests lightly against your waist, and I finally let sleep take me.

For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep feeling like I’m not alone. Like I don’t have to be. Like maybe, just maybe, this is the start of something more.

And that thought—you—is the last thing on my mind before I drift off.

– – –

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[maevebabyy]

PUSH ‘N PULL

lara raj x fem reader

req! - “fluff and suggestive flirting and things like that(if your comfy with it obvi) , dream academy! contestant reader and dream academy contestant Lara”

a/n - i hope i did u justice 🩰 anon, I LOVE THE FIC IDEA BTW

wc - 1.4k

you groaned out loud as you fell face first into the inviting couch of the dream academy’s shared household. the day had finally caught up to you after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, the training schedule you had been following for a few months now had not gotten any easier.

you sighed contentedly as you feel yourself sink in the comfiness of the couch, melting in it.

“becoming one with the couch, y/n?” sophia giggles lightly.

sophia, your first and closest friend here, rolled you onto your back so that you were now looking up at her.

“gimme 5 minutes” you murmur out, closing your eyes once more as you feel your muscles relax after a long day.

“no, not 5 minutes. now, y/n.” sophia nagged at you, like a mother would. “apparently someone new is coming in tomorrow, and you have to clean your side of the room.”

you furrow your brows, someone new?

“what do you mean someone new?” you sit up slowly, finally opening your eyes. “didn’t they send naisha home recently?”

sophia shrugs, moving off the couch. “i don’t know either, y/n, but you need to clean your side of the room because i wanna leave a good impression.”

before sophia can leave to go join the other girls for dinner in the kitchen you quickly ask her a question. “wait, soph! do we have any info on her at least?”

sophia grins as she answers, “her name’s lara, and she’s your age”

-

meeting lara for the first time was definitely an experience.

you hadn’t been able to see her until it was almost the end of the day, whereas everybody had already met her earlier during their rehearsals/practice times. that’s why you almost dropped the iced matcha latte you had gotten from starbucks as you walked into your shared bedroom with sophia when you noticed your roommate and a stranger in your unkempt space.

this stranger was pretty– stunning even. she had long flowing black hair that framed her face effortlessly, complementing her symmetrical features. her eyes were dangerously captivating, making your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact. she had various types of gold jewellery on her, but it was her bindi and nose piercing that stood out to you the most. she oozed confidence, which was definitely intimidating, but you found yourself strangely allured to it.

striking, you thought.

“this is y/n!, she joined us a couple months ago, but she’s super talented! i’d say she’s our most well rounded contestant.” sophia grins brightly at the new girl.

your roommate shoots you a look, snapping you out of your thoughts as you introduce yourself. “uh, sorry, i’m y/n. i’m guessing you’re lara?” your gaze lingering on her just a moment longer than necessary

lara turned to you with a smile that made your heart flutter. god, you had just met this girl and you already found yourself feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “yeah, that’s me. nice to finally meet you, y/n!. i really like your room too, do you play?” she asks, pointing towards your guitar.

you smile awkwardly at lara, realising you really should’ve cleaned your room. “ah, yeah, sorry for the mess by the way.”

sophia clicks her tongue in response, giving you an ‘i-told-you-so’ look’, which you could only chuckle at.

“nah, it’s fine” lara’s smile was warm and genuine, and you felt your cheeks heat up as she extended her hand for a shake. “i’ve heard a lot about you from sophia.”

“only good things, i hope?” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. as she laughed lightly, the sound wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

“definitely good things! she says you’re quite the dancer,” lara said.

“just trying to keep up with everyone,” you shrugged, smiling softly at the compliment though. “what about you?”

“i like to sing a little.” a smirk tugs on the corner of her lips. 

-

a little was an understatement as you and the other contestants sat on the side of the dance studio and listened to lara sing. how does someone even sing so effortlessly like that? 

you find yourself speechless as lara grins brightly as she finishes singing, heading off into the direction of daniela, megan, and emily.

“holy shit, sophia” you looked at your best friend, who swatted your shoulder.

“language!” she laughs.

“sorry!” you chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief, “but it’s true, she wasn’t playing around.

you watch as lara chatted animatedly to the three girls, her smile lighting up the entire dance studio in your eyes. a wave of admiration washing over you, and the same damn butterflies you felt from yesterday. unknowingly, a soft grin appears on your face.

sophia follows your gaze, eventually landing on the indian girl as well. “no way-” the filipina covering her laugh with a hand over her mouth.

you turn to your roommate in confusion, “huh?”

“you’re like, the gayest girl i know” sophia continued laughing. 

you roll your eyes at the girl beside you “it’s not like that–”

“yet!’

sophia quickly runs away from you and towards marquise, who was talking to manon, to defend herself from you.

-

the days turned into 2 weeks, and the initial excitement of meeting lara settled into a comfortable rhythm. you found yourself stealing glances at her during practices, each stolen look igniting that same flutter in your stomach. you’d caught her eye more than once, each time exchanging shy smiles that lingered just a bit too long.

lara had a way of weaving herself into your day, whether it was sharing a laugh over a missed step or playfully challenging you to keep up during practice. it was light and easy, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable tension—a connection that felt electric and yet so fragile.

one evening, you found yourself playing your electric guitar, the other girls leaving the house to go eat out. the house had settled into a comfortable silence, one that came rarely considering you lived in a house with about 10+ other girls. you picked at the fretboard absentmindedly, letting the distorted and amplified sound ring around the room. the soft vibrations of the noise echoed against the walls, blending with the fading light of the sunset outside.

just as you started to get lost in your music, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. looking up, you were pleasantly surprised to see lara leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“is this a private concert just for me?” she teases, looking the same way she does, never failing to make your heart beat faster.

“i thought you went out with the rest of them?” you chuckle, stopping your playing.

she giggles back, sitting on your bed beside you. “i did, got tired though so i went home earlier.”

a silence falls between you two as you take in the close proximity between you two. she smells good, you note. like coconuts and sandalwood.

you clear your throat, trying to focus on the moment at hand rather than the way your heart is racing. “uh, so, did you wanna try to play something…?”

lara shakes her head no, giggling lightly, “no, i just wanted to listen to you play. you’re really good y’know?”

lara wasn’t lying, you were good at the guitar. you had been playing on and off since you were 7 years old. 

your cheeks flush at the girl’s compliment, “thanks, i’m just messing around though.”

“messing around or not, you still sound good y/n” her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. “you must be really good with your fingers.”

her last sentence catches you completely off guard, a rush of heat flooding your face. “I, uh, yeah– i guess i am?”

lara leans in a little closer, a teasing smile on her lips– enjoying your reaction. “i’d love to see how good you really are, maybe you could teach me sometime?”

you don’t know when you two had gotten so close in terms of proximity, feeling her breathing on you. “s-sure?” 

lara giggles before pulling away, “i’m holding you to that, y/n.” she gets up from your bed as she stretches her arms above her head, the movement highlighting her graceful form. “but, for now, i’ll leave you alone, i’m still feeling a little tired.” 

you watch her as she moves, the way her hair cascades down her back and the playful glint in her eyes that makes your heart race again, eventually she leaves your room, closing the door gently.

what just happened?

a/n - i should continue this me thinks 🤔🤔

[websterss]

TRUST ME (1) — COLE WALTER

SUMMARY: All he wanted to do was help you overcome your fear of riding a horse by yourself, he would have never gone through with it, if he knew the outcome.

WARNING(S): some fluff, pure angst

WORD COUNT: 4,138

PAIRING: Cole Walter x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

A strange tension lingered between you and Cole after you moved in a few months ago. You had gotten along with the other boys and Parker just fine, but as soon as you came along, it was as though Cole wanted nothing to do with you, or perhaps didn’t know what to do with you around, You had no clue what this tension was based off on, but it had made every encounter awkward. It didn’t help he was always trying to be a flirt too.

Standing near the entrance of the horse stables inside the barn, you watched as Cole fed and took general care of Custard. 

"You wanna ride?" Cole then asked in a nonchalant tone, gaze flickering over to you with a light smirk before turning back to the horse.

“Me? Oh uh…no. Not by myself. I’ve only ridden on the back with someone back home. But I’m too scared to take the reins. Plus I think that horses are the only animals that don’t like me very much.”

Cole laughed at the notion of horses not liking you. He merely hummed in response, stroking Custard once more while he seemed eager to be fed. 

This was the first time you hadn’t felt the awkwardness fill a space with Cole and you couldn't quite explain why it felt comfortable. 

He then turned his gaze to you for a moment, before speaking up once more. “Who’ve you ridden with before?”

“My cousins from my mom's side of the family. They have their ranches so I’ve been lucky enough to say that I’ve been on a horse. Though I can’t say the same about being in full control of one.”

"Wanna try?" He asked gesturing to the horse. The edge to the question sounded a bit teasing.

“Oh no, I couldn’t!” You laugh putting your hands out. “I more than likely will fall off out of pure panic.”

"Afraid he'll buck?" He said, the edge in his tone playful again. "It's not too hard– I promise." He then turned to you, with a slight smirk on his face. "Hope it’s not me that you're not scared of, are you?" He asked.

“You? No…Custard, maybe.” You glance up at the beautiful creature

"He's one of our nice horses. Never nipped at a person in his whole life. Can't say he’s never not bucked off anyone but…You'll be fine." He said with a smirk. "That…and aside from a couple of scratches from his hooves when you try to get on, but trust me you'll be 100% fine. How about it? Come on- I dare you."

“Dare me. How comforting.” You wince as you try to take his reins but he moves causing you to back up. 

“Woah!” Cole says. “Seems like Custard here got agitated by your approach.” Cole himself took a step back with a slight grimace in your direction. “Looks like he really doesn't like you." He breathed out a laugh, turning his back towards you once more. At the same time, you couldn't help but see a tinge of disappointment in his eyes upon failing to coax you to try mounting the horse.

“It’s fine Cole. We can do this some other time, yeah? It’s getting late anyway. Besides, Custard doesn’t seem to enjoy being in my presence so much right now.” You gave a slight grimace.

Cole took a breath in and out but didn’t turn to face you, instead took to stroking Custard before sighing quietly. "We'll see about that," He said with faint certainty as he took ahold of the reins in one hand. "You stay right there." He then turned to Custard, who seemed to calm down a little bit as Cole moved beside him, stroking his mane.

“What are you doing?”

"Getting him more used to you." He said with confidence, moving around the horse with a soft hand. "Don’t worry, he’ll forget you even reached for his reins while scared in the next couple of minutes– he'll start loving you. I promise." He then turned back to you with another teasing smirk.

“I don’t know about that...” You chuckled nervously as he walked him over to where you stood. You made a noise as Custard was only an arm's length away.

"Trust me." He said confidently as he held the reins tight. With your reluctance though, Custard only became more agitated with each step he took closer towards you. He whinnied slightly and stomped his hoof. Cole still had his eyes on you, however– seeing your nervous expression.

“Cole I’m only making things worse-“ You shook your head as Custard stomped his hoof again.

"Trust me..." He repeated as he continued to walk up Custard towards you whilst remaining cautious in his movements.

By this point, Custard's ears were pinned backward, and was quite vocal in his disliking of you  All of a sudden, the horse turned to face you as his nostrils flared. Your heart sank as he started thrashing his head wildly. 

“Cole…” You held your hands out in front of you. Your eyes widened as he dragged his hoof like he was getting reading to charge at you.

Cole's eyebrows furrowed as he gripped the reins tighter, staring at you as Custard tried to take a step forward– almost charging at you.

"Quit backing up. That is the worst thing you can do right now–” He said, his tone stern. 

Custard then proceeded to take another step forward, but this time Cole was ready as he blocked the horse's legs– keeping him in place.

“Don’t move, just stay calm.” You froze like a statue, waiting on Cole for his word. 

He then let out a breath of relief as Custard stopped huffing towards you. He stared at you for a moment. “You okay over there?" He asked, looking at you with genuine concern now. Custard on the other hand seemed to be calming down by the minute, turning to face Cole as he continued to pet him.

“Okay? Yeah, I’m great…other than the fact your horse just tried to charge me!”

Cole's gaze became a bit sharp at the sarcasm. He rolled his eyes. "He didn't– He didn’t charge at you. I’d never let that happen. Now, if you can stop being all sarcastic– that would be great." He said in a rather blunt manner, as he then moved to face you. At this point, Custard had calmed down and was just watching you with curious eyes.

You looked down at your shoes. Feeling stupid for being scared. Maybe you read the creature's body language wrong, then again how would you know? You knew nothing about them. You hadn’t meant to make Custard agitated.

"Look at him..." He said firmly, as Custard seemed to be waiting for you to just give him a chance. "See? He’s doing nothing wrong. He just got scared by your approach, that's all." He then sighed heavily in your direction. "You wanna know how I got him to love me?” 

You shifted your gaze onto him. “H-How?” 

“By giving him the time of day."

“Really?” You eased up.

"Yes really. I was like you. I was scared of him in the beginning. Now he’s my favorite one out of all our horses."

He moved towards you with Custard, reaching out for your hand to bring you closer to the horse. Custard immediately got a little more agitated as he stared at you.

"Look– He won't bite. I promise. He's just scared, like you. Just stroke his mane for a bit." He said, his voice firm and reassuring. Custard continued watching you suspiciously.

“Okay.” You nodded.

He then let your hand go and stood to the side to observe you and Custard. You hadn’t even realized he walked away leaving you two alone. Custard was still looking at you with a curious stare, though that all seemed to melt away upon you finally stroking his mane. The horse then seemed to relax and started lowering his head, seeming almost grateful for the pets.

You breathe out a laugh. Then turn around to look at Cole finding him standing at a further distance from you two. He watched your eyes grow slightly. Shaking his head. “You’re okay! You’re doing good, just breathe.”

You continued to slowly stroke Custard's mane, as he seemed more comfortable with you now.

Slowly, he started to take a few steps in your direction, as you were finally able to reach out and stroke his side. He even seemed to enjoy it. As you moved closer, you could see that Custard was quite a fluffy friendly creature. 

Cole continued to stand to the side, slightly amused by your initial fear as Custard continued to relax under your touch. He found himself not being able to avoid smiling but didn't want to distract you from this moment.

Custard continued to enjoy the attention with his large brown eyes locked onto you, as he lowered his head further.

Cole stared at you in mild amazement. He did not expect you to get this far with Custard considering his attempts to get you to mount the horse. Though it was pretty obvious he was impressed. After a couple of more strokes, Custard let out a happy whinny. He kept staring at you once you stopped, almost as if waiting for you to continue.

"I told you…He's quite nice once you give him a chance." Cole said, stepping closer with a slight smirk.

“You’re not so bad after all…” You muttered softly to the horse. You stroked his hair. A smile adorning your lips. 

The horse now started shifting his head, as he leaned into your hand– wanting more. Cole had walked up to you by now, giving Custard a quick stroke as he happily let out a whinny.

"There. See?" He asked, seemingly pleased with this development.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

He let out a low hum and leaned back, watching Custard for a second before staring at you again.

"Want to try riding him now?" He smirked.

“Oh um…” You look back to the horse. Then back to Cole. “You know what…yeah, I would actually.” You offer a small smile.

He nodded and walked towards Custard- holding the reigns of the horse once more.

"Just stay there. I'll get him ready." He moved Custard beside you and started fiddling with the saddle and whatnot. Custard kept watching you with curious eyes and then turned to Cole when he called his name.

You nodded back with a smile. Watching as he moved around the stables with ease.

After a few minutes, Cole had finished setting up the saddle. He then turned to you as Custard looked at you once more.

"You ready?" He asked and you would have noticed that the smirk finally left him as he took off his hat and handed it to you. He wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable riding the horse.

Custard still kept staring at you, though his eyes were no longer suspicious— and seemed happy to see Cole's attention now turned to help you get on him.

“Yeah…” You nodded. “So do I just hold onto here?” You pointed to a spot on the saddle. He nodded and came closer to you.

"Just hold this handle here, and put one foot inside this stirrup. I'll do the rest." He said as he came right up to you and helped you up on Custard, pushing against your bottom to lift you up. He pulled on the saddle straps, and stirrups, making sure you were comfortable and safe. Once you got comfortable, he stepped back and smiled at you again.

"You ready now?" He asked again, though his voice was no longer teasing. It was reassuring.

“Yeah.” He then grabbed the reins and led Custard out the barn doors and toward the training area as he watched you out of the side of his eyes. Custard, of course, seemed quite happy to have you on his back as you went out.

By now, you felt much more comfortable on Custard's back as you held his reins tightly in your hands. He continued to walk around freely, watching Cole every so often.

"You ready to speed up? Or should we take it slow?" He asked you, his eyes still locked onto you as you rode along the fence.

“Speed up?” Your eyes widened. “We just started Cole.” He hummed thoughtfully, as Custard seemed to be getting a little bored from walking at a pace so slow.

"We can take it faster than this for sure. I'll be beside you– nothing will happen." He then looked at you with a reassuring expression and gave Custard a bit of a nudge. "Just take it easy with the reins, alright? All you have to do is hold them tight."

“Okay…okay. I can do this.”

"That's the spirit, you got this!" The horse then trotted forward a little bit faster now, as Cole watched you.

Custard breathed out, as if sighing and testing and judging your experience as a rider, digging his hoofs into the dirt, as though he was trying to indulge how you would react to him now picking up the pace.

“Cole. He’s going faster!” You exclaim. 

He looked at you with an amused expression as Custard started trotting faster and faster. "Just hold on to the reins! It's fine." He said, his voice now being firm and certain.

Custard then suddenly picked up even more pace, going much faster as if challenging you to keep up and take control. You held tight to the reins but in the blink of a second. Panic flooded your mind.

You looked back in Cole's direction, who was still following you with a calm expression before he suddenly spoke up again- trying to guide you towards keeping up with Custard.

"Slow his pace. Just grip the reins tightly and look straightforward. Then, pull the reins back in your direction to make him slow down." He explained as Custard was going even faster.

It was too much to comprehend. Everything was happening so fast that you ended up pulling at his reins instead of gripping them.

Custard seemed to get agitated by this, almost like he could sense your fear. The horse's hooves seemed to be tapping against the ground quicker and quicker now as if you were not quite fast enough to control him. You could do nothing but hold on for dear life as Custard tried to go against the pull of his reins as fast as he could.

“What are you guys doing out this late?” You both turned towards the new voice that started approaching from the house. It had been Alex. Upon the distraction, your grip had loosened on the reins and Custard took this as his chance to throw you off him. You gasped as you fell backwards, your heart sank. Then nothing. Your head colliding with the ground hard first, your shoulder, then your body colliding down next, rendering you unconscious.

“Cole!” Alex yelled running towards you. Having seen you get thrown off. 

Cole was instantly startled by this whole scenario, feeling a sudden panic as he whipped his head around to the thump his ears caught. He looked to Custard who was whinnying away, dread hitting him not seeing you on his back, his face falling as soon as he saw your body on the ground. He held his breath. 

“Y-Y/n.” He called out. Upon realizing you were unresponsive his panic seemed to melt into worry and terror. He was at your side in the blink of an eye, running and falling on his knees hard against the dirt. He knelt pressing his ear against your nose, you were still breathing. 

"A-Alex go get Mom and Dad!" Cole yelled immediately, as he tried to shake you awake, patting against your face to try and get a response from you. When he cradled your head, dread hit him when he pulled his hand away, drops of red staining his fingertips. His breathing hitched. Alex stared wide-eyed, trying to gather his head at the scene before him. When he made no move to go, Cole yelled again, his voice cracking. “Alex! G-Go get Mom and Dad! Go get Mom and Dad now! Go—” He didn't seem to hear a thing as he shook you frantically to try and wake you up. “Y/n– I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, oh god please!” He pleaded, his vision getting blurry from the tears. 

“H-Holy shit!” Alex tripped over his feet as he turned back around and ran for the house. Yell as loud as he could to alert his family. “Mom! Dad! Dad!” Cole heard Alex hear in the distance. 

You remained unconscious as Cole patted against your cheek. His dad and mom ran over after having been awoken by hearing their son scream bloody murder. He watched as Cole tugged you into his arms rocking you back and forth. They had only ever seen him in such a state after his football career was over.

His dad, upon approaching, looked at Cole in complete and utter horror as they both looked at your unconscious body and the horse now trotting next to you both. “She won’t wake up. S-She won’t wake up!” Cole shook his head. 

"What the hell happened?" George asked, looking from Cole to the horse and back to you once more. Cole started to talk, but he still seemed much more focused on you than he was talking to his dad.

"Custard threw her off, Dad. It was bad. She hit head first." Alex hurt in. 

“Oh my god!” Katherine knelt before Cole. Squeezing his shoulder as she took note of the red on his hands. 

“What have I told you boys about riding at night? The horses are supposed to be in their stalls. No riding after dark, that’s our rules, Cole you know this– You two were supposed to be sleeping!” His dad sighed running a hand down his face. “Okay, we gotta go. Alex, go get my keys now.” 

“I know. I know Dad– She just wanted to ride him okay? Who was I to say no to her?” He laughed but it hadn’t reached his eyes. “I thought I could get her used to Custard…” He looked down at you in his arms. Gently caressing your cheek with the back of his hands. “This is all my fault…”

“Let’s worry about whose fault it was after we get her to the hospital, sound good? Can you pick her up?” Cole nodded in response, looking up at his dad with a solemn gaze, before looking back down at you.

Custard was being stopped by Alex, taking hold of his reins. Looking between his parents and you in Cole’s arms. Cole kept stroking your cheek, begging whoever would hear his silent plea to be able to see your eyes again.

"It was supposed to be harmless and simple..." He said quietly. "Not sure what went wrong...I don't think I've ever seen Custard do that before..."

“Sweetie…” Cole looked up at his mom. “We gotta move quick with this okay, before any more serious issues come up. Let’s go get her help.” Cole held a slight frown as he agreed, he inhaled deeply before sliding his arms underneath your back and legs. With a grunt, he slowly stood up. His mom placed your dangling arm against your chest, brushing back hairs that swept your face. 

He looked down at you thinking how you looked so peaceful as you were unconscious. Yet, something told him that you were probably having quite the nightmare right about now. He felt bad that his attempt at trying to help you overcome your horse-riding phobia had ended up like this. Though, to be honest, he hated the way it ended up like this. You weren’t supposed to get hurt. 

Cole looked up at his mother, before looking at you with what seemed to be a guilty look. 

“Come on Cole.” She ushered him forward towards the truck his dad drove up to the front of the house. She turned towards the rest of the party now all waiting at the steps of the porch. She opened up the back door for Cole to let you two in. Danny mostly. “You’re in charge until we get back. Make sure Alex puts Custard away alright.” He nodded, not arguing. 

“Is she gonna die?” Lee asked. Solemn written all over his face. 

“Let’s not think like that right now okay? I’ll call when we have more information.” Katherine sighed and shut the door behind Cole where he sat in the back with you. 

Cole looked up at his dad through the mirror and then down at you. “Please be okay,” Cole whispered to you. Katherine and George looked at one another solemnly as they listened to their son. “I won’t forgive myself if something happens to you…” 

It had been a long and agitated night for Cole. His dad had to keep him from bouncing his leg up and down multiple times and gave up eventually knowing he wouldn’t stop. 

It was only when the doctor called their name that his world had stopped. He had turned from the doctor and his parents, gripping his hair before he turned and began punching the wall adjacent to him. He had broken down in tears as his dad wrapped his arms around him from behind. George sank to the ground with Cole as he tried to take in the news of the state you’d be in after the serious head injury you sustained. 

Your skull had fractured upon impact with the ground. There was a slight crack which explained the blood he found on his hand. The doctor went through the types of treatments they’d get started on you but it was when he announced that he wanted to keep you in an induced coma to let you heal properly that made him see red. For how long though…he didn’t want to know. 

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I'm sorry, bug. I’m sorry..” He wept in his dad's arms. His eyes closed as he rested his head against his dad's shoulder. Katherine placed a hand over his mouth trying to compose herself, not wanting to see her baby in such a state. 

“If you have any further questions let me know. That’s all for now I’m afraid. I’m sorry son.” The doctor gave Cole a sheepish grin before he nodded to Katherine and George, walking off with that being said. 

“Cole–“ George began, but Cole shook his head, pushing himself away from his dad. 

“How long am I grounded for?” He clenched his jaw. 

“That’s not– Hey let’s worry about it another time, not right now.” George rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re in a lot of pain right now–“ 

“Pain?” Cole scoffed. “You think I’m in pain right now…” He smirked, flexing his jaw. “No seriously Dad, how long am I grounded for huh? A week? Two weeks? A month? Till Y/n wakes back up? If she even wakes up?” He exclaimed.

“Cole, sweetie–“ Katherine went to console him but flinched when he stuck his finger out not wanting to be touched right now. 

“How long, Dad?” He looked through his lashes at him.. 

“I’m not doing this with you right now son.” George clenched his jaw. 

“Why not huh? I can see it in your eyes already. Your disappointment in me. Come on, we both know how much of a screw-up I am in this family. Tonight only proved it further. So how long Dad?” 

“How long? You want to be grounded so damn much then fine…You’re grounded till the next school year starts. Happy?” George let his hands slap to his sides. 

“George!” 

“Super...” Cole smirked then walked back out of the hospital. 

“Cole! Cole! Where are you going?” Katherine called out to him. 

“Anywhere but here.” He threw a peace sign out over his shoulders. 

Katherine turned to her husbands in shock. “Till the rest of the semester?” 

George closed his eyes, regret hitting him instantly. “I know…I’ll talk to him later.”

“Yeah…then you’ll unground him 'cause that is not what he needs right now. Okay– he is very vulnerable right now. You know how he feels about Y/n and this will only affect him more if we don’t stand by his side. Cole needs us more than ever right now. We’re all that girl has. We promised Triny…” Katherine looked defeated. “Please let her get through this…please get her through this.” She placed a hand against her collarbones. Muttering to herself and praying for a miracle. George pulled her into his chest, pressing soothing kisses against her temple as they stood in the hall. 

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taylyn Oneshot

✨Sapphics✨

The group was having another one of their usual sleepovers. This was now almost an every night occurrence. In a strange way, everyone being together brought comfort to them all after the hellish night they would have just gone through. And tonight was no difference. 

Everyone was panting and gulping nervously, trying to calm down and catch their breaths. 

“Is everyone ok?” Taylor asked. “Anyone need some waters?”

“We’ll be fine..” Tyler said gruffly. 

Taylor glanced over at Ashlyn, who was in the corner and already on her phone. Taylor gave the ginger a worried look and crawled over to her. 

“You ok?” She asked as she sat in front of Ashlyn, sitting on her knees and fidgeting with her hands nervously. Taylor does this a lot around Ash. She’s pretty..

“Ya. Documenting everything that happened tonight, plus any supplies we may need to hide in the morning.”

“Always such a hard worker,” Taylor said with a tired smile. She couldn’t imagine doing all of what Ashlyn did. It worried her. Taylor hoped Ash was taking the time to actually take care of herself. 

“Can’t afford to rest,” Ashlyn said gruffly. 

Taylor gave her an anxious look upon hearing that. “Now Ashlyn, I’m sure we both know that’s not true!”

Taylor looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. Her green eyes bore into Taylor’s soul. But she wasn’t complaining. 

Ashlyn set her phone face down on the floor. “What do you want to do, then?”

Taylor felt her face flush. She realized the room had gone quiet. Aiden and Tyler were in the kitchen and Ben and Logan were playing the game sticks on the other side of the room. 

“I..” she stared at the freckled girl. “Maybe, um.. I can do some different hairstyles on you!” Taylor offered. 

Ashlyn tilted her head. “Hairstyles?”

“Ya! I’ve never had any girl friends before. And Tyler’s always had short hair. So, um, I’ve never gotten to play with anyone’s hair before. 

Ashlyn gave Taylor a look that made her feel like she had just recommended the most stupidest of ideas in the history of the universe. 

But, eventually, Ashlyn sighed. “Maybe that would be nice.. help me get my mind off of..” she softly gripped her wrist. In the nightmare world, a phantom had managed to grab Ashlyn’s wrist.

No wonder she’s so stressed Taylor thought. 

Taylor reached into her pajama pants pockets and pulled out a ponytail. 

Ashlyn turned her back to Taylor and Taylor ran her fingertips through the ginger’s long hair. Taylor always admired Ashlyn’s hair. How long it is, how silly it is, how graceful it is.. the complete opposite of her own, always grimy and oily from mechanics club and short, but never looked the way she wanted it to..

She tried out a couple of hairstyles on Ashlyn, the two laughing a bit as they exchanged jokes and secrets.

“Tyler is a moron,” Ashlyn said with a blunt, yet playful tone. “How do you deal with him?”

Taylor laughed. “You kinda have to when he’s your twin!”

Eventually Taylor finished, letting Ashlyn’s hair fall back down to her shoulders like an angel settling its wings. 

Ashlyn’s shoulders had relaxed quite a bit over the 30 minutes the girls had been chatting. She seemed.. happy.. and that made Taylor’s heart do backflips. 

“That was.. kind of fun. Maybe having friends isn’t too bad,” Ashlyn said, making Taylor smile like an idiot. 

“Ya, well, sometimes you’ve just gotta give people a chance!”

Ashlyn turned, the corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. “Hm.. maybe. Or maybe you’re actually bearable.”

If it were anyone else, this would’ve sounded like a backhanded compliment. But Taylor knew that’s not what Ashlyn meant. In fact, it was rather high praise. 

“Ya, well.. “ she was hand fidgeting again. “I like hanging out with you a lot..”

Ash tilted her head again. Taylor loved when she did that. It was always so cute. 

“You’re really interesting. And your personality.. well, it helps me calm myself down. It’s so quiet and peaceful around you..”

Ashlyn looked rather surprised and Taylor immediately regretting her words. She can’t just go around d saying stuff like that!

She felt her face turn into a cherry and she quickly turned away. “What I’m trying to say is I think you’re really cool and reliable! And I appreciate you immensely for all you do!”

She could still feel Ashlyn’s eyes staring right through her, as if she were an open book. And she probably was. Taylor was so bad at hiding her feelings. She always wore her heart on her sleeve. 

“Taylor..”

Ashlyn’s voice brought her back to reality and she looked up at Ashlyn, who was looking at her like a lioness. Beautiful, proud, and powerful. 

“Yes..?” Taylor whispered. What was this look Ashlyn was giving her? Why did it make her feel like an overheating pipe? Like a robot’s hardwire malfunctioning? Like.. like..

Like a lovesick idiot?

Ashlyn was about to say something before Aiden and Tyler burst back in, Aiden chasing Tyler. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Tyler yelled, throwing a blanket at him. 

Ben and Logan look up in shock and get up to try and separate the two. 

“I..I should go take care of my brother..”

Ashlyn sighed. “Ya. And I’ve gotta get Aiden to calm the fuck down, too.”

Ashlyn got up and went over to scold Aiden. 

Taylor watched her, desperately wishing to call her back. To ask her what she was going to say..

But no words came out. Taylor looked down sadly before getting up to help her brother out. 

She always wondered.. when would it be her day to have a great love story? Or maybe she watches too many romance movies…

Then again, none of those movies were like her. A girl desperately pining for the girl with freckles and red hair and emotionally distant attitude and the cute mannerisms and.. and..

“Taylor, why are you red?” Tyler asked. 

“I think I’m malfunctioning..”

Divider by @cafekitsune

[all-timelee]

To be loved || O.G.

//clearly I’m going through a bit of a phase here 😅\\

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: use of female pronouns

Masterlist

Being born blind certainly came with it’s challenges. It was something that made life difficult, for sure, but it also had it’s set of advantages.

Ominis had grown more than used to the dark world he navigated through daily, his other senses had seemed to adapt as well, almost overcompensating for the one he lacked. He considered himself to be a very perceptive person, especially due to the fact he lacked eyesight.

He’d been the first person to pick up on your change in attitude. His ears recognized your sudden dreary tone, he could almost feel your deamnor shift into one of resignation and weariness. It was so different from the Y/N he was used to, he wondered how no one else had noticed.

It bothered him, the way things had changed between you two, and while you tried to act like nothing was wrong, he knew better. You weren’t being rude when you turned him away, you were simply exhausted. He could tell you needed time to yourself – he had his own ways of knowing. You didn’t want to bother anyone if you could help it.

But it had been months of this and Ominis’ concern was growing by the day. The way you had become so distant with everyone, even the people who meant the most to you, was worrisome. And it just wasn’t you.

He’d spent countless days trying to approach you to talk, but the last thing he wanted was to make matters worse, so each time he found the courage to do so only to find the conversation falling flat at his hands.

When he finally managed to ask what was bothering you so much, you brushed him off, doing your best to assure him everything was normal. But Ominis saw straight through it all, despite how good at lying you thought you were.

But he dropped it. If you weren’t ready to talk, he wasn’t going to force you. At least, not yet.

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“Have you noticed anything strange about Y/N lately?” Sebastian asked, pulling Ominis’ attention away from the parchment sprawled out in front of him.

“I can’t believe you’ve only just noticed,” the blonde remarked, turning his gaze towards the other boy with a sigh. “Of course I have.”

Sebastian frowned, tilting his head questioningly. “What do you mean? When did you notice?”

“I don’t know… maybe a couple months ago? I’ve tired to ask her about it, but she told me she was fine. Obviously, I don’t believe that for a second, but I can’t force her to tell me.” Ominis scratched absentmindedly at his arm, trying hard to keep his frustration to himself.

“I’m worried, Ominis. Poppy told me Y/N’s been having nightmares. They’ve gotten bad enough that she woke up screaming in the middle of the night.” That caught Ominis’ attention quickly, the blonde sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Y/N wouldn’t tell Poppy what they were about, but she seemed pretty concerned.”

Ominis could feel the frustration growing in his body. He was well aware it wasn’t fair to be upset with the girl, she was clearly dealing with something, but he just wish she’d confide in him. He hated that Y/N continued to suffer in silence when she was surrounded by friends who only wanted to help.

Ominis abruptly stood, leaving his things spread out on the common room table, making large steps towards the exit.

“Where are you going?” Sebastian called after him, looking bewildered.

“I’m going to find Y/N.”

He left without another word, walking briskly towards the Astronomy tower. He remembered Y/N telling him she liked to star gaze when she couldn’t sleep, maybe that was where he’d find her.

The walk there only took a few minutes at his quick pace, but he couldn’t help the unease that had crept into his body. As he approached the tower, he felt his heart rate begin to pick up its pace.

His thoughts were racing when he finally reached the top of the steps, taking them two at a time in search for her.

“Ominis?” Her voice was soft but surprised, and he stopped dead at the sound of it. “What are you doing up here?”

He approached you cautiously, unsure of what to say next, “I was looking for you.” He heard the small sigh that fell from your lips, the rustle of your clothes as you stood.

“Whatever it is, it’s probably best we wait until tomorrow. It’s late, Ominis. You should get some rest,” you spoke softly, causing the boy to frown. He should’ve expected you to dismiss his concern yet again.

“No,” he spoke firmly, completely aware that his body was blocking your way through. This had gone on too long, he would not let this continue.

“No?”

“No, Y/N. I can’t watch you suffer anymore and I won’t let you push the help I’m offering you to the side yet again.” He spoke with such conviction that it was almost a little intimidating, especially coming from someone as kind as Ominis usually was.

You weren’t going to crack that easily though. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to push him back enough you could squeeze through. “I’m serious, Ominis. I’ll be fine, just go back to the common room.”

His hand quickly wrapped around your wrist, keeping you exactly where you were. “If you can’t trust me to help you in your time of need then why should I trust you when you say you’re fine?”

Ominis hadn’t meant to sound so angry, but he could help the hurt slowly growing in the pit of his stomach. He considered Y/N one of his closest friends, (he sometimes thought of her as more than that), she was one of the few people he undoubtedly trusted. Did she not share that sentiment with him?

“Let go of me,” you said quietly. There was a slight tremor to your voice, betraying your emotions. He used his taller frame to walk you back to the railing behind you, his arms moving to trap you against the metal. Your eyes widened, unable to fight him off.

“Please, Y/N….just tell me what’s wrong,” his tone was softer than it had been before, his words full of desperation and genuine care. You could see the worry on his features and you could feel the walls you’d put up slowly cracking.

It was silent for a few moments, you debating on whether or not to confide in him, and Ominis desperately wanting to know what was plaguing you. The tension in the air was heavy and thick, it was getting harder and harder to breathe under the pressure.

Eventually, you sighed, giving in.

“No one asked how I was doing during our fifth-year. They put a wand in my hand and suddenly it was my duty to save Hogwarts. They gave me a role to play, a responsibility to uphold.” You paused, furiously trying to blink back the wetness steadily growing in your eyes. Ominis stayed quiet, allowing you to finish before giving his input.

“No one cared that I was a child dealing with the weight of the world. No one noticed or cared about how I was feeling, no one noticed how much it was hurting me. And every single person that should’ve known didn’t care.”

Ominis slowly moved his body back, a sense of shame washing over him. He hadn’t realized how much it all had taken out of you, and now he was forcing you to relive it for some selfish need of his.

“You all just looked at me and saw my magic, not the teenager who needed help.”

The sadness in your voice nearly broke Ominis’ heart, he nearly collapsed when the first sob reached his ears.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around you, holding onto you with both arms as if his life depended on it. His face pressed against the crown of your head, letting you cry onto his shoulder while he held you close.

For a moment, you forgot all about the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. All your pain melted away the longer you buried yourself against him, feeling his heartbeat calm down your own heartache. His warmth radiated from him, warming you up in a way nothing else could.

After a few minutes, you calmed down entirely, feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks. You pulled back slightly from the embrace, looking directly at the blonde, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I’m sorry you went through everything by yourself. If I’d known, I would’ve done more to support you,” he whispered, cupping your cheek in his palm. “And I’m sorry I didn’t notice how much pain you’ve been carrying until now.” His thumb caressed the corner of your eye, wiping the remnants of stray tears.

“I didn’t tell you all of that for an apology, I’m not angry, Ominis,” you assured, leaning into his touch. “It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you.”

“It still hurts to think I failed to notice all your struggles.”

“You and Sebastian were dealing with struggles of your own, it’s okay.”

“Struggles that you helped carry. You went out of your way to help so many people, the least we could’ve done was notice how much you were cracking under the pressure.”

Without much thought, you placed your hand on top of his, pulling your lips up into a small smile. “Don’t do that to yourself, Ominis. Stop blaming yourself. You’ve always been a source of light for me, I promise.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, “Really?”

“Really. I’m grateful to have met you.” Your words made Ominis blush deeply, making your heart skip a beat. His own smile grew wider once he recovered and he brushed the tip of his finger across the edge of your mouth lightly. A shiver ran down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I wish to always be that light for you, Y/N. If you’ll have me.” His expression seemed pleading, begging for your answer.

As if on instinct, you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his soft bottom lip. A soft gasp escaped you as soon as he responded by placing his fingers on either side of your face, deepening the kiss.

His lips were warm against yours, his tongue slipping between them and exploring every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t contain the sigh that left your lips, relaxing into him as he continued the kiss.

This was what you wanted, you told yourself. To be loved like this. To be desired. And you found it, in the arms of another human being, you found happiness.

[suddencolds]

insatiable appetite [1/?]

sooo... this is one of the thirstiest things i have written—and also one of the only times i've written a character with the kink, ever T.T warnings in advance for mess, character getting sneezed on, implied contagion, possible ooc-ness, & me writing this entirely with my d instead of my head

ivan and till are from al//ien sta//ge (a very fun watch which will only take 30 mins out of your life; i really recommend it!!). that said, this fic takes place in a modern au setting, so feel free to read it without any prior context :)

special thanks to @6pmsoup for sending me a very cute alnst doodle of these two which altered my brain chemistry permanently

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Summary: Till shows up to a dinner outing with a brewing cold. Ivan suffers. (est. relationship, kink!Ivan, ~2k words)

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For all Till tries to hide it, Ivan can tell immediately.

There’s this: Ivan has been paying attention to Till for most of his life. A full decade before they’d gotten together officially, and some more—this is how long Ivan has had to observe his tells. Always from the sidelines, always with a detached air of indifference that, in reality, was anything but.

All the signs are there the night before. Till, turning up the thermostat a couple degrees higher than he usually keeps it. Spending a little too long in the shower and using up almost all of the hot water. Clearing his throat one too many times in the morning before Ivan leaves for work, his smile distracted, the rasp of his voice nearly indistinguishable—but only nearly.

Now, Till is here for dinner—it’s a dinner they’ve had plans for a couple weeks now, at one of the nicer restaurants downtown, in celebration of Till’s recent promotion. Ivan had booked the reservation a couple weeks in advance.

When Till arrives, stepping out of a taxi cab, he’s wearing a scarf, even though the weather is too warm for it. Ivan steps up to meet him. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Till says. “Traffic here was the worst I’ve ever seen it, swear to god.”

“Was it cold outside today?” Ivan asks, a little pointedly, tilting his head towards his scarf.

Till looks at him, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. “Colder than usual, for this time of year.”

“Strange,” Ivan says, just to be difficult. “But the weather forecast says it’s the same temperature today as yesterday.” 

“It’s probably just windier today,” Till says, readjusting his scarf around his neck. His face is a little flushed.

“Your voice sounds a little off, though.”

Till clears his throat with a scowl. “You must be imagining it,” he says. “It always sounds like this.”

No admission, then. That’s fine. Ivan will get the truth out of him at some point. He lets Till guide him into the restaurant.

It’s a nice restaurant—worth the hassle of the reservation, Ivan thinks. Each table is set with flowers arranged tastefully in long glass vases, empty wine glasses turned on their heads. The server—who leads them to their table in a small, private booth—is wearing a suit.

It’s a shame, really. Ivan has a feeling that he won’t be able to pay attention to any of that tonight.

They sit. Ivan looks down at the menu, picks out something at random in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, he can hardly think of anything less worth his attention right now. He turns his attention to Till instead—Till, who’s seated directly across from him, the scarf still around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face. 

Till sniffles, reaching down to turn the page, and oh. The sniffle is terribly liquid—has he been sniffling like that all afternoon? Perhaps it’s a good thing that they work at different offices—Till at a law firm, Ivan as a senior manager at a consulting company—because Ivan certainly doesn’t think he’d be able to get any work done with Till sniffling like that. 

It’s not two minutes later that Till is reaching up to wipe his nose against the back of one knuckle. All in all, it’s discreet. Just a quick brush of the fingers against his nose, which is still hidden under the scarf. Though, the look of sheer ticklishness that passes over his features for a brief moment there is...

“What are you thinking of ordering?” Ivan asks.

“I can’t decide,” Till answers. He turns the page again. “It’s between the ribeye steak and the… snf! The pork belly. Is this the kind of place that skimps on the portion sizes?”

“Not from their Yelp reviews,” Ivan says. “You know, if you really can’t decide, I can flip a coin.”

“I’ll pick,” Till says. “Why? Hungry already?”

He looks up, now. His eyes are a little watery. There’s a faint flush over the bridge of his nose. Ivan thinks that if he reached out and touched him, he’d probably be running warm. The thought is almost unbearable.

“Your taxi did take forever to arrive,” Ivan says, by way of explanation. 

“Did you really wait that long?”

He looks uncertain, for a moment. Ivan says, “Not at all. But you know, I’m always impatient when it comes to you.”

Till rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “There was a meeting that ran late. I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Is that also a part of your new position?” “I guess so, yeah.”

“I can see why they were eager to promote you, then,” Ivan says. “How productive can late afternoon meetings be, anyways?”

Till snorts. “Not that important. It definitely could have been an email instead. I was about ready to doze off.”

He sniffles again. “Okay. I think I know what I want.” The way he says know betrays the slightest hint of congestion. 

“At long last,” Ivan says, just to be a little bit of an ass. “I’ll call over the waiter.”

He flags their waiter down, waits for Till to order first.

“A spiced apple cider,” Till adds on, at the end, with the slightest of coughs. “Hot, if you can.”

That’s new, too. Till seldom orders hot drinks at restaurants, though he’ll drink tea without complaint if it’s offered. Perhaps his throat hurts, then, from the cold that has clearly started to settle in his system. Subtle, still, but Ivan is familiar with colds like this. He knows it will probably only be a few hours before this deceptively “small” cold turns into…

Ivan orders, too, and thanks the waiter, who leaves with a curt nod. When he looks back over to Till, there’s a… strange something to Till’s expression, a slight distractedness. Irritation.

Ivan swallows hard. He should look away. 

He should, but then, Till’s breath hitches. He pulls the scarf higher over his face preemptively, as if he anticipates having something to have to cover for. The sharp intake of breath that follows is breathy, though Ivan can hear Till’s voice in it. He should really look away.

Instead, he takes the scene in, painstakingly, little by little, as Till’s shoulders jerk forwards. As Till presses a hand to the scarf, presses the fabric closer to his face, to muffle a sneeze into his fingertips:

“hhH-Ih!! hiHH-’IESCHH-eew-!”

God. It sounds utterly miserable, the harsh release of it scraping against his throat, the spray tearing into his scarf. It’s the kind of cold sneeze that is undeniably telling: this is going to be one hell of a cold. It’s not very quiet, either, even muffled into the fabric.

For more reasons than one, Ivan is glad they’re in a private corner of the restaurant, not somewhere more public.

“Bless you,” he offers, once he can trust himself to speak. It’s a good thing that Till is too distracted to look up at him right now. Ivan isn’t sure he can keep what he’s feeling off of his face.

Truthfully, he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to endure a whole night of this.

The problem here is that Till—Till, of all people; Till, who Ivan has been pathetically in love with for almost as long as he can remember—has no idea about Ivan’s… relatively niche interests. That is to say, he has no idea what effect it has on Ivan when he does that.

“Thanks,” Till says, a little stuffily. He sniffles again, lowering his hand. 

Ivan can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t pursue this line of questioning, but he can feel his self-control dwindling by the second. “Don’t you think it would be better to take off your scarf, now that we’re inside?”

Till freezes. “Y-You know what,” he says evasively. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

Ivan tilts his head in question. “And just how do you plan on eating like that?”

“I’ll take it off when our food comes.”

“I can ask the waiter to turn the temperature up, if it’s a problem,” Ivan says. 

“It’s not a problem.”

Ivan rises from his seat. Till watches him, perplexed, as he heads to the opposite side of the table, where Till is seated.

When he gets there, he stops. Stands, unmoving, so he can study Till from above. 

“What are you—”

Ivan reaches out, settles his palm across Till’s forehead. As expected, it’s warm. Not quite feverish, which is a good sign, but warm enough to be notable. 

“Just how long were you intending to hide this?”

Till stares back at him, wide-eyed. “Hide what?”

Shouldn’t it be obvious? “The fact that you have a cold.”

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” Till says, slowly.

“Hmm.” Ivan drops his hand to his side. He is a little concerned, now. “We could’ve called a rain check.”

This time Till really does roll his eyes. “For the reservation we planned weeks ahead?” he sniffles again. “That just sounds completely and utterly unnecessary. Are you the type of person to call things off just over a little cold?” 

Ivan leans over, tugs down the edge of Till’s scarf. Till bats his hand away just a moment too late, cups his other hand over his face to shield his face from view. For a moment, he looks faintly mortified.

Then his expression settles into something more disgruntled. “What are you doing?” he hisses.

So uncooperative. “Let me see,” Ivan says. Slowly, gently, he pries Till’s hands away from his face, and then—because the restaurant is dimly lit—tilts Till’s face up slightly so that it catches more of the overhead light. 

Till’s nose is redder than usual. He’s probably been rubbing it all afternoon, if the redness that percolates into his cheeks is any indication. There’s  a damp, liquid sheen on the underside of his nose.

“What’s there to see?” Till says, a little crossly.

“Your face, since you’ve been so intent on hiding it under that scarf,” Ivan says, leaning in to get a better look.

Till scowls at him, but there’s no heat to it. “You see my face every day.”

“On the contrary, I don’t see it nearly enough,” Ivan says. “And you hardly ever get sick. Is it so wrong for me to be concerned?”

Without looking, he reaches behind him with one hand to grab a couple cocktail napkins. The other hand he keeps held up to Till’s cheek. 

But then, Till’s breath hitches. “Wait,” he says. Panic flashes through his face. “Ivan, move, I—”

Oh. Well, seeing as there’s no way he’ll be able to get the napkins over in time, it looks like he’ll have to improvise. If Till wants to cover, Ivan can help with that. He moves his hand to cup it loosely over Till’s mouth. Not a second too late, it seems. Till jerks forward unceremoniously, his nose twitching, his eyes squeezing shut.

“hHheh-! HHh’EIITShHh’yYiew!” he gasps sharply. Two? “Hh-! hHiiH’DSSCSSHh-IIew!”  

The jolt of the sneezes is practically electrifying—all of that force, brought to an abrupt halt behind Ivan’s waiting palm. He feels the expulsion of air against his skin, the warmth of Till’s breath, feels the slight dampness behind his hand as the spray mists over his fingertips.

Ivan swallows, hard. Thank god it’s so dark here, otherwise Till might notice what this is doing to him. 

“Bless you,” he says, withdrawing his hand at last to wipe it on one of the cloth napkins. It comes out slightly raspier than he intends it to, though perhaps it’s a miracle that he’s still able to talk at all. “Some cold, hmm?” Belatedly, he hands Till the stack of napkins.

Till practically snatches them from him, turns aside to blow his nose wetly into the top few. The way he sniffles afterwards suggests that his nose is still very much running. 

“Do you have no self preservation? It’s as if you want to catch this,” Till says, drawing back with another sniffle.

Oh, Ivan thinks, fighting back a shiver. That would be far from the worst thing.

[baurbiediv]

strange

PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x reader

WARNING(S) ➔ heartbroken jj, reader decides what’s best for her.

SYNOPSIS ➔ after jj went behind y/n’s back, she ultimately decides the fate of her relationship with jj.

SIDE NOTE ➔ listen to strange by celeste

A/N ➔ read parts one, two, & three before this! + official last part!

-

i tried for you

“i pushed you away because i fucked up. a couple days after the argument, i told kiara everything. my head was everywhere and .. and we made out.” he told you.

tried to see through all the smoke & dirt

way to go.

it wouldn’t move

your heart quite literally felt like it just got ripped out right of your chest and stomped on.

what could i do?

you leaned against the counter and put your hands on both sides on your face before bringing them down to your mouth.

i touch your head to pull your thoughts into my hand

but now i can’t

say, isn’t it strange?

the words coming out of his mouth, the feeling was foreign to the atmosphere that swelled in the air. and without a second thought, you were out the door with jj hot on your trail.

isn’t it strange?

feet carrying you wherever, anywhere but the current location you were now. the chateau no longer feeling like home, it now felt like you resonated on a remote planet by yourself.

i am still me

you are still you

jj reached his arm out before grabbing your wrist and turning your body to face his. “y/n, please you gotta listen to me. i fucked up really bad, i’m sorry. i promise you it meant nothing.” he pleaded, hoping you’d listen and forgive him, his eyes scanning your face.

tears welled in the bottoms of your eyes, the word ‘anger,’ wasn’t enough to express the amount of emotions that filled the humid air.

how people can change

“what could you possibly have to say to me right now jj.” you spat, snatching your arm away from his grip. your eyes filled with so much disappointment and pain.

jj’s face softened, he watched the way your chest heaved up and down. never have you been this angry at him, somehow the two of you would’ve gotten over an argument when the other got this mad.

from strangers to friends

but this wasn’t some kind of stupid argument, it was a very serious one. jj had one damn job, to never do anything as stupid as this. he couldn’t even do that.

friends into lovers

“i ask one thing from you. just one single thing, and you couldn’t do that.” you breathed, how badly you wanted to fall to the ground and sob.

and strangers again

all the pressure of this faulty relationship crashing down on at once.

this wasn’t fair to you at all, so much time and effort put towards him, gone.

right in the blink of an eye.

“y/n, please just hear me out.” he pleaded again.

your patience was wearing thin, your head was spinning. ripping the necklace off your neck, you threw it at him, along with the matching bracelet he’d given you.

we’re you being melodramatic? of course not.

your feelings were 100% justified, you’d just lost your boyfriend, the boy you were desperately chasing after since 5th grade, due to him being reckless and foolish.

and then expected that everything would be perfectly fine and go over smoothly.

he cheated, with your best friend. it was ridiculous that he even tried to get you to understand that this was something that you could just skip over.

“give her the necklace & the bracelet. she’d probably like it. i’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

and that was the last thing you’d say to jj.

jj watched as you walked away, how badly he wanted to go after you. his feet grounded, leaving him stuck and facing the consequences.

he picked up the necklace and bracelet and swallowed the lump in his throat.

he watched you walk down that dirt road until you were no longer visible. he already missed you.

-

time rolled around and now nearly a month after the breakup.

you’d distanced yourself from the group, not wanting to interact with any of the pogues. you could’ve prevented this, you knew the pogue rules, you broke them. if you had abided by them, maybe you wouldn’t be feeling the way you do right now.

you never wanted to see kiara or jj again.

2 people that you were supposed to trust the most betrayed you in the worst way possible.

the tears kept coming, and they wouldn’t stop. the sobs that emitted from your chest were ones of pure ache. nothing would’ve prepared you for the amount of emotions that this brought on.

why we’re you this hurt over some boy? quite literally everything was different. the way you woke up, carried on throughout the day, going to work, and school.

everything was different, there was no way everything could be the same way it was.

maybe jj moved on with his life, maybe he was doing better than you. who knows? maybe he found the girl that complimented him in ways you couldn’t.

but that wasn’t true, jj was in the same boat as you. but in the end, this was something he did and it couldn’t be undone. no apology from him would ever make you take him back, the damage was done.

john b & pope watched the damage take a toll on their best friend, yet there wasn’t a single thing that the two boys could’ve done just to see jj smile again.

jj missed y/n, but y/n didn’t feel the same.

this was jj’s mistake, and it was final.

he kept the necklace & bracelet, hoping that maybe one day you’d find your way back to him.

-

months passed and you finally found the girl you once were. eventually you found your way back to the pogues, your second family you loved so much.

albeit, jj was still around. but you couldn’t have cared any less than you already did. you moved on and now it was time for him to do the same.

but easier said than done, right?

he still never got over the night you left, he cried to his hearts content, he cried until there were no tears left. he’d never been more emotional, he so used to losing people, and you being one of those people absolutely broke him.

he was so used to you being in his world, and one stupid decision had caused him to lose it all.

the day he saw you back with the pogues, he so badly wanted to hug you and kiss you, telling you that he realized how stupid the decision he made was and that he’d make it up to you.

but you weren’t giving him the time of day, any time he tried to interact with you, it was short simple, one-worded answers.

jj tried his hardest to win you back but you were over it, over him.

jj was miserable while you moved on from him.

if you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! If it's okay to request could you do another part of this request (Elita One's twin sister w/ Sg Blackarachnia)?

The reactions/interactions of Starscream's clones;

Or Reactions/Interactions of Dinobots (you can add other bots/cons, Wreck-gar, Soundwave, or other)?

also, if it's okay to make one of them as a separate request?

(PS. I apologize if I’ve been putting in a lot of requests. feel free to reject this. Also, take your time, and thank you so much!)

The Queen is back!

The second part of this request is coming soon, don't worry!

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister reaction from Dinobots and Wreck-Gar

SFW, Platonic, Hinted romance, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

Set Pre- Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Buddy needed some space.

She and Megatron had gotten into a petty argument that day.

What was it about? She couldn’t tell you.

She just knew that she was angry and well she was good at holding grudges.

Was fighting with the Decepticon leader the smartest thing to do? Probably not

But she knew Megatron, he wasn’t that kind of mech towards her.

She decided to leave the base at night and go on an evening stroll.

Buddy walking by the docks still a bit fuming.

“Stinkin’ Megatron… and his arrogant, dumb face… and big frame… and lovely red optics… I’m losing it, aren’t I?”--Buddy

“I’m losing it!”

Buddy jumping nearly 20 feet in the air.

“Who’s there?!”--Buddy

Figure on the junk ship waving.

“I’m losing it!”

“…”--Buddy

Buddy swung up to the ship and made her way towards the figure.

She was surprised to see a mech sitting in the center of the pile playing around with the junk.

Buddy asked if he needed help.

He just starts playing with junk.

That’s when Buddy noticed his pede stuck on one of the ships gears.

How wasn’t he in pain!? At least complaining?

“Primus how aren’t you scream?!”--Buddy

“I can scream if you want!”—Wreck-Gar

“Maybe don’t do that.”--Buddy

Buddy pulling on his pede over and over again trying to get it out.

One last pull, Buddy yanked it out landing on another pile of junk.

The mech belly flopping on the junk next to Buddy.

“This is fun! Fun! Fun! Wreck-Gar having the best time with new friend!”—Wreck-Gar

“Wreck-Gar? Is that your name?”--Buddy

“Yes! I am Wreck-Gar and I Dare to be Stupid!”—Wreck-Gar

“… well, you’re not wrong I guess.”--Buddy

“And you are?”—Wreck-Gar

“Oh, I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

“Buddy? Buddy. Buddy!”—Wreck-Gar

“Yes, that’s my—”--Buddy

Wreck-Gar stands up and marches around happily.

“I like the sound! Buddy! Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!”—Wreck-Gar

Wreck-Gar gets down on one knee in front of Buddy.

Buddy backs up a bit with the most surprised look on her face.

Wreck-Gar pulls out a little box from his subspace.

“Wreck-Gar! What are you doing?”--Buddy

Meanwhile with Megatron…

Megatron tossing and turning a bit in his berth.

His servos clenched into fists.

Back at the docks…

Wreck-Gar opens the little box revealing two friendship bracelets.

“Buddy, will you make me the happiest bot on this junk pile… and be my Best Buddy for life!”—Wreck-Gar

Buddy sighing with so much relief, slipping the bracelet into her subspace.

“Sure Wreck-Gar, I’ll be your friend.”--Buddy

Back at the Decepticon base…

Megatron sighing so hard he falls back to sleep.

The two talked for a bit more before Buddy decided to start heading home.

Wreck-gar simply waves bye before going back to his junk crafts.

Strange bot indeed.

She continued her walk when she heard a bunch of footsteps heading her way.

Quickly she hid in one of the open cargo containers.

It was fine.

Until they closed the door.

Sure, Buddy could have easily gotten out, but she didn’t want to freak out the human dock workers.

The best ones were hard to find now a days and she didn’t want them to suffer for her mistake. She thought to herself that it would be fine if she stayed there for a bit.

She could go for a nap anyways.

Buddy thought she slept for a couple of minutes max.

Not an entire hour!

Buddy rubbing her helm a bit while sitting in the container.

“Maybe I should get more sleep… Nah.”--Buddy

Buddy looks around the container.

“I should probably start opening the—”--Buddy

SNAP!

Suddenly she felt the entire container go on its side and a short free fall before it hit the ground.

Buddy now truly freaked out kicked the opening, shattering its locks and ran out.

She was not expecting to find herself waist deep in water.

Carefully she wadded to the nearby shoreline.

Once she got to the shore, she panted a bit before looking back at her old container.

The chains that were supposed to be holding the container were rusty and broken.

Maybe they snapped while the ship was out.

Good news for Buddy, the ship didn’t travel too far.

Bad news for Buddy, she couldn’t swim to shore.

The downside to having an organic part.

She figured that she would radio in for help in a bit.

Afterall, she hadn’t been on this island before. Maybe there was a new type of bird or cute animal she had seen in those nature documentaries.

So, she wandered into the bush.

It wasn’t as exciting as she thought it would be, but it was defiantly a nice spot to come to clear one’s mind.

A mighty roar pierced the once tranquil night.

Buddy nearly jumped out of her frame when she heard it.

She turned to run the other way when the roar came back sounding more in pain.

…curse her medical coding…

That thing was going to get her in trouble one of these days.

She carefully trekked deeper into the bush following the sounds of the anguished roar.

Buddy was not expecting other Cybertronians.

Certainly not ones who had animal alt modes.

It did make her feel a bit comfortable seeing other ‘odd’ alt modes out there. Sure, they were techno organic like her, but still, it was nice.

If she remembered the one movie about Dinosaurs correctly the two bots on the side were a Pteranodon and a Triceratops. The hulking figure laying on the ground behind them was a T-Rex.

The smaller ones took notice of Buddy and stood in front of the larger being.

Like they were protecting it.

Buddy raising her servos in the air.

“I mean no harm.”--Buddy

The two dinos look at her confused.

“Umm… I’m not going to hurt you. I want to help.”--Buddy

Dinos look at each other, hesitantly, before making a way for Buddy to come in.

Buddy makes her way to the hulking T-Rex laying on the floor in the pain.

Buddy starts walking around slowly inspecting him.

“My name is Buddy. I’m here to help you.”--Buddy

The mech huffs in pain.

Buddy scans his joints.

“I like your alt modes. Having a car alt mode is overrated.”--Buddy

The mech huffed again, but it sounded more amused.

Then she found the problem.

A thick branch had wedged itself in between some of his important joints.

With one swift motion, she took out the branch.

The mech then stood up testing his joints.

Then he transformed and the others followed.

… Buddy was really hating how small she was right now.

The biggest one looked down at her and patted her back strut so hard she was sure that something came out of place.

Buddy trying to recover from the pat on the back.

“You’re welcome big guy.”--Buddy

“Grimlock better thanks to you! Grimlock strong again!”--Grimlock

“Grimlock? Is that your name?”--Buddy

Grimlock nods and points to the others.

“That Swoop! He flies highest! Other is Slag! He shortest of Dinobots! Me Grimlock the strongest and King of Dinobots!”--Grimlock

Buddy just trying to soak in everything.

Grimlock picks Buddy up and places her on his shoulder.

“Grimlock!”--Buddy

“Buddy now part of Dinobots.”--Grimlock

“Wait what?”--Buddy

The four of them walked further into the bush talking and having good laughs.

They did this until Buddy realized that dawn was fast approaching.

She asked if Swoop could give her a ride back to the mainland to go home.

They weren’t happy that she was going home, but Buddy promised to visit them as much as she could.

This seemed to make them happy enough.

Swoop was careful flying her and landing on the docks before returning.

Buddy walked into the base as the sun was coming up.

Thank goodness everyone was still in their habsuites.

Buddy finally saw her beautiful berth and fell face first on it.

She sighed a bit before finally closing her optics.

Buddy opens her habsuite taking in the sight of her lovely berth.

She smiles as she faceplates on it, sighing, and closing her optics.

SLAM!

Lugnut burst into her door.

“WHAT IS IT!?”--Buddy

“Why aren’t you in the med bay? You are usually there by now.”--Lugnut

“… So, you decided to come to my room and wake me up… because I wasn’t up?”--Buddy

“Umm… yes?”--Lugnut

“…”--Buddy

Buddy gets up from her berth slowly walks up to Lugnut.

“Buddy?”--Lugnut

Buddy swiftly picks up Lugnut over her helm and starts marching down to the main room.

“Buddy unhand me!”--Lugnut

“Quiet Lugnut or I will throw you across the room.”--Buddy

“Hehe, I’d like to see you try.”--Lugnut

Everyone just stares at Buddy holding Lugnut above her helm and throws him across the room.

Buddy turns to everyone.

“I will be in my room for the next four hours. No. One. Is to disturb me unless it is a life-or-death situation.”--Buddy

Buddy turns on her heels and marches back to her habsuite and slams the door.

“…”--Everyone

Starscream looks at Megatron.

“That’s who has your spark in a chokehold?”--Starscream

“Ye—No!”--Megatron

[wambsgansshoelaces]

i loveee you work! i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a roman x reader fic that’s kinda anyone but you vibes where she’s in shiv’s wedding party and her and roman hate each but have to pretend to get along for the weekend. this is so random but i’ve been stuck on this idea lately.

also for music recs i’d totally recommend eliza mclamb, i love her stuff and she has a new album coming out this friday.

xoxo!

Baby’s Breath

Roman Roy x Reader

oneshot

ahh I’m so so sorry this is extremely late!! I promise I’ll do better anons waiting. I hope you like it, though!! I honestly do not have the patience to slowburn but I hope I still wrote what you wanted. thank you so much for requesting, I love you anon <33

I’m also really sorry i haven’t been posting fics recently!! I’m getting to it all haah. I really hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think xxx

also, I listen to eliza mclamb now…

Word Count: 2.557k

“Roman and Y/N, you’re walking together.”

Immediately, the two of you exchange a strained look. You and Shiv are long time friends, having met in elementary school and been attached at the hip ever since. At some point in your life, you were spending more time at the Roy household with Shiv and her siblings then you were with your actual family. You and Kendall got along just fine- he was too quiet for your liking, anyway, and would just listen when you spoke. He’d give you advice in that soft way of his, and to this day you don’t think you’ve ever heard him raise his voice.

Roman, on the other hand?

Every conversation you’ve ever had with him had ended in some sort of argument. It’s not that you necessarily had opposing viewpoints, but rather you both wanted to be heard, almost always at the same time. The two of you have been clashing since the first time you’d gone over to their house, when you’d bickered over who got the pink Wii remote.

You weren’t going to argue over this, though. It was Shiv’s big day, and you were going to make sure it goes exactly how she wants it to. You weren’t going to be the reason she gets stressed out on her wedding day.

She continues on, giving the rundown on the rehearsal dinner. Everyone’s expected to be there at five p.m. sharp, in their places at five thirty.

She and her fiance decided that their wedding was going to be abroad, and your flight out to Athens is tonight. Shiv had gotten the entire bridal and groom’s party together just to go over everything beforehand.

She’d finished speaking a while ago, and you’re now sat scrolling through your notes app making sure you have everything at home ready to take with you to Greece. You were helping Shiv move a few of her things, like a few suitcases of clothing for her honeymoon, and were also bringing a gift for the couple.

You’re absorbed in your mental check listing, but you still feel the couch under you bow a little with the weight of someone sitting down next to you.

“We can get along for the next two weeks, can’t we?”

“I’d hope so, Roman.”

“As long as you don’t instigate anything,” he amends, looking up to meet your gaze.

“If I don’t instigate anything?”

“There you go, instigating.” You suppress a sigh, pressing your lips together, causing him to crack a smile. “So much better.”

“I’m only doing this for Shiv,” you remind him. “As soon as this is all over, I’m going back to praying you get clotheslined.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to do the matchy thing.”

“Don’t we have to?”

“I mean, yeah, but I was thinking I get you a corsage, you know? And I put matching flowers in my breast pocket. Maid of honor and best man and everything. So that we look good in photos.” His face pinkens as he speaks, and he’s suddenly unable to look you in the eye.

“I think that’d be cute,” you say honestly. The bridesmaid dresses were a muted lavender, the groomsmen’s suits a deep black. You knew they all had pocket squares to match, but Roman’s suggestion is strangely thoughtful. You like it.

“Okay. Great. I’ll text you,” he manages, pausing a bit to look over at you before getting up and leaving.

And he does.

You’re swaddled in bed, invigorating face mask on before you have to fly nine hours. He’s sent you a screenshot of a Google search on his phone.

help, he sends after it.

The search is just ‘pretty purple flower’.

look into baby’s breath, you send back.

what the fuck

is that a fucking flower

yes

what a godawful name

There’s a short pause as he presumably searches it up. He sends you another screenshot, this time of rows of photos of the flower.

yeah, those

can i find them here?

You don’t know why he’s asking you, but you respond.

probably

you’re already in athens?

but what if i can’t?

yeah, flew out after shiv’s town hall

then order fake ones online

god, you’re not very helpful

You think he’s done texting, but he sends you another five minutes later.

fuck you

You have to get to the airport bright and early the next morning. You can barely blink the sleep away from your eyes as you shuffle to your terminal, having checked your obscene amount of luggage with the help of a scary looking driver the Roys employ.

You’re bored out of your mind as you wait impatiently in line to board the plane. Shiv had gotten you a first-class ticket, so you at least had that to look forward to.

You’re delighted when you get on the plane and find a massive, plush seat waiting for you. You stick your carry-on into the overhead compartment and relax.

You sleep through the entire flight. Your seat converted into a bed, and you were provided with the softest pillow and blanket you’ve ever touched. You fell asleep the minute your eyes shut.

You don’t realize something’s wrong until you’re inside the airport.

Since you’d spent almost your whole life in close orbit of the Roys, you weren’t unfamiliar with the press. They knew who you were, you knew who they were. They endlessly pissed Shiv off. She’d done her best to keep her spouse-to-be out of the spotlight, to give them both as normal of a life as possible. The press was overly invasive, and when it came to her family in specific, destructive.

Which is why you suppose the press is targeting you.

A few flashes go off, and immediately, reporters are in your face. You don’t know how they were let in to the terminals, how they were allowed to get so close. You feel the heat creep up your neck. You don’t like the attention- especially not this kind.

You try to push through, but you can’t. They’re incessant, and all you have in your hands is your sweater and your suitcase. You have your headphones on, and you do your best to keep your eyes averted. Despite the fact that you can’t hear anything, you just know they’re demanding comments on Shiv’s marriage and her relationships.

Before you give up entirely, the crowd is shouldered apart by a built man you recognize as employed by the Roys. He’s immediately at your side, arm closing around your shoulder, and helping you bulldoze through the crowd.

You’re frazzled, trying to stamp down the anxiety swirling in your chest. You make a mental note to thank Shiv for thinking ahead. You’re guided out into a private parking garage and pointed to a car. You’re then told that all of the luggage you’d brought would be retrieved, as it was all tagged, and you’d be off the moment you could.

You climb into the backseat of the car, just to find Roman waiting for you.

He’s worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth, but he visibly relaxes once you slide into the seat next to him. Neither of you say anything until he glances sideways at you.

“I saw your face on an article online an hour ago. Someone posted your flight details. I was worried,” he offers lamely.

You blanch. “How do they even get that information?” you ask, voice cracking.

“I, uh, don’t know, but I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you got hurt.”

Neither of you say anything the entire way to the hotel.

It all feels wrong. The caring, the thoughtfulness. It feels like it shouldn’t be happening. But you like it. You like this side of him. It makes you happy.

All of your bickering had always been pointless, anyway. It’s not like you have some real vendetta against him. You hope he looks at you the same way.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, breaking the silence. “Thank you for thinking about me.” Shiv hadn’t. ๋࣭ ⭑

The day of the wedding, you’re rushing around, getting things done for Shiv. You’re running here and there, making sure the vendors know what they’re doing, making sure not a single hair is out of place. The entire day needs to be perfect. She deserves as much.

Your dress is on, your makeup is done, your hair is up. You’re all ready, and now you just need to make sure everyone else is, too. You aren’t about to let anything go wrong.

The makeup artist starts on Shiv, and you run over to the groom’s suite to check on them. You knock softly, and Roman slips out to meet you. He’s just in a plain cotton shirt and sweats.

“Are you not getting ready? Pictures are in an hour,” you tell him.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be fine. They’re all pre-gaming.” They all were. You can tell Roman is not.

“Can we take this seriously? We can’t have anybody be late. If we have to wait for anybody, then the entire schedule gets fucked up.”

“Fuckin’… calm down. We’ll be fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Miffed, but not in the mood to argue any further, you give him a look. “If you’re not all ready within the hour, I’ll kill all the groomsmen and then myself. Fucking hurry, Roman.”

You turn to leave, but he catches your elbow. “What asshole did up your dress?” he asks, annoyance seeping into his voice. He tugs you back to him, and you feel his hands smooth over your back, hunting for the string edges that controlled your corset. “Tell me if I go too tight.”

He pulls, slowly and softly, as to not disturb you. He stops when your dress sits snugly on your body, as it’s supposed to, and ties it tightly. He takes a half-step back, admiring his handiwork, hands ghosting over the curves of your hips.

“That feels a lot better,” you tell him.

His eyes flit up and down your body. “Looks a lot better, too. Whoever did that is trying to see you fail.” He trails off, but it looks like he wants to say something else. He’s in a sort of a daze, stare at you. He can’t seem to look away. He snaps out of it soon enough, and you come to realize it’d given you a rush of satisfaction to see him eyeing you like that. You liked it. “Fuck off. I have to get ready.”

So you do.

You make your way down to the ceremony space, inspecting everything. Thankfully, all is well, and nothing is out of place. Everything’s calm, quiet, and nearing perfection.

The time comes for you to help Shiv into her dress, and you’re both emotional, on the brink of tears. You tell her she looks beautiful, because she does, and you help lead her to her first look, where all of the couple’s portraits will be taken before the entire group gets together.

After you step out of the room, leaving them to it, Roman’s making his way up the hallway, this time dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, lavender pocket square tucked neatly.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re here. I have something to give to you,” he says, and you notice the small box gripped in his hand. You have to admit, he looks good in black tie dress. You could get used to the sight of him like this, every bit of clothing tailored exactly to his measurements. Not that you exactly found him unappealing other times, though. Because you certainly found him appealing.

He pops the box open, taking out a delicate corsage made up of purple and white baby’s breath. You have no idea where he got the thing, but it’s gorgeous. You offer your hand when he stretches out his own, and he carefully slips the corsage onto your wrist, adjusting it so that it’s straight. He keeps his eye on it, making sure it’s sitting perfectly on you before pulling away.

“It’s so pretty,” you murmur.

“I’d hoped you’d like it,” he murmurs back. “But, uh, if you don’t mind, I need some help.” He gestures vaguely at his breast pocket, where the pocket square currently sits all by itself. He takes you back to the groomsmen’s suite, beckoning you inside. He goes to root around in his stuff, which is all in a clumped pile in the corner of the massive bedroom. He cautiously takes out a glass tin, a single stem of white baby’s breath identical to the one on your wrist contained inside. “Every time I try putting it in it sticks out weird,” he clarifies, looking up at you, embarrassment tinging his features. “And, uh, you’re the only one who’ll give me the time of day.”

Your heart drops a bit. You feel bad, so you take the tin from him and motion for him to turn and face you. He does.

Roman doesn’t look you in the eyes as your hands smooth out his blazer. Again, these tender moments between the two of you felt like they shouldn’t be happening. It felt so right, though, you felt so at home, letting your hands linger on his chest. You gently tuck the stem of the flower into his breast pocket, letting it peek over and starkly contrast both the color of his suit and the pocket square. You smooth out any wrinkles you can find on his blazer, your hands sliding over the fronts of his shoulders, down his sides, over his stomach.

His face reddens, but he doesn’t stop you.

“You look nice,” you say quietly, straightening out his tie. He catches your hand before it leaves him, keeping it pressed to his chest.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You… you’re handsome.”

“You, uh, you’re always the prettiest out of all of them. All the time. Like, I’ll see other girls, but I… I always know they’ll never hold a torch to you. I always think- I mean, I know I’d just be happier with you.”

Your face heats, and you can’t help the smile that begins to spread over your face. He moves your hand from his chest up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Since when?” you ask, trying to keep yourself together as he turns your hand over and litters kisses along your palm.

“Since forever. I’ve been crushing on you since you yanked the Wii-mote from me then beat my ass in Super Smash Bros.”

You let out an airy giggle. “I’m sorry our relationship’s never been… amicable ’till now.”

Roman lets go of your hand, instead winding his arms around your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Don’t know what that means,” he says simply, fingers going up to brush gently along your jaw. He’s careful not to mess up your makeup or hair. He just wants to touch you. “Just glad you’re here.” His gaze flickers down to your lips. “Can I…?”

You don’t answer, instead leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He makes a strangled noise at the contact, hand adjusting to instead cup your jaw, anchoring you to him. He immediately deepens the kiss, and you swear you can taste the universe on his tongue.

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Chapter 12: Drumbeats

"What is that?"

"A spark."

"It's so pretty."

"No... it's dying."

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Beeping and whirring woke you up along with an excited buzzing, it quickly changed to an almost human voice excitedly talking above you.

“I’m up.” you mumble, slowly pushing yourself off the cot, the same itchy wool blanket falling off as you look up at the yellow bot.

This is how it was for the past month, Bumblebee waking you up and ushering you around when he wasn’t busy. He was very curious, about everything, you, humans, your life in your universe, you know the usual things.

“The human Doctor is waiting for you.” His voice, as you recently learned, was not actually his voice, it was your brain's way of translating his way of communication.

He reaches to pick you up but he quickly stops his hand, hesitantly hovering just above the floor.

“Can I pick you up?”

You nod, not really wanting to walk on the cold floor more than necessary. You would think that the government would have taken into account that your shoes had gotten ruined, but they didn’t seem to even notice.

He lets out an excited beep and picks you up, standing up and carrying you down the hallway. He was trying not to jostle you too much, being slow and meticulous with his steps.

Over the course of the last month, things had been relatively normal. Normal for living with giant robots anyway. Your EM barrier hadn’t really healed, and you learned after more than a couple of painful experiences that you shouldn’t be away from any of the Autobots for an extended period of time, less all your EMF juice leaks out and you die.

Bumblebee had been more than happy to help with your plight when Cliffjumper or Arcee couldn’t. The speechless bot had fun asking you questions and spending time with someone outside of the team, learning all sorts of things from you.

“Bumblebee, can I ask you a question?” you ask, sitting criss-crossed in his palm.

Bumblebee nodded.

“How’d you lose your voice?” you question. Bumblebee freezes, stopping in his tracks as he looks down at the ground sadly. He shakes his head, moving again a bit quicker.

He didn’t want to talk about it to you. Optimus had commanded him to not let you get too involved in anything. He got it, Optimus was trying to protect the humans, protect you. But you were so eager and willing to help, he could feel it, but he couldn’t let you.

But it couldn’t hurt to tell you a little bit, right?

“Megatron crushed my voice box.” He eventually tells you after a moment of silence. “That's why I was so excited when you heard me.”

“The others… they can’t understand you?” you ask softly, a slight frown on your face.

“They can,” He says, a little happier, “we’ve all been with each other long enough that we have a special connection.”

“Like the EMF thingy?”

“Yes, like the EMF thingy.” he says with a nod, even if you didn’t see his lips you could hear the smile in his voice.

“How long have you guys been a team?”

“I’ve been with Optimus since I was a Sparkling,” he starts, “so… around 10,000 years old.”

“Ten what?” you ask blankly.

“Thousand, you know ten with three zeros after it?” He pauses, looking down at you with a worried expression, “Do you not know numbers?”

“What? Of course, I know numbers, it's just you’re so… old.” you say, immediately regretting your choice of words, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It's fine.” he says, a tone of amusement in his voice, “I’m actually pretty young for a Cybertronian.”

As you enter the room, you can see an armored military vehicle convoy waiting for you with Dr. Sowa waiting beside it. He was intently staring at the ground but instantly looked up when you and Bumblebee entered so quickly it was almost startling. Bumblebee lowers you down to the ground and sets you down near Sowa. He wasn't carrying his bag like he normally was, which was strange considering that's where he kept his medical equipment.

Looking around you could see all of the team in the room, Optimus was talking to Agent Fowler, Ratchet was at the computer, Arcee and cliffjumper were talking to each other, and Bulkhead was staring at the Armored vehicle Dr. Sowa was standing beside.

“Miss (Y/N), a pleasure to see you again.” Fowler says cheerfully when he spots you, quickly walking over to you and shaking your hand firmly.

“Oh, Mr Fowler, right?” You ask, awkwardly shaking his hand back.

“Agent.” He corrects with a strained smile, pulling his hand away and clasping them together, “Let's get going.”

“Going where?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you look around the room, looking for any signs from the rest of them.

“Dr. Sowa thinks that some of the human-technology at one of their bases can aid in their research.” Ratchet huffed, not looking away from the monitor screen. He was a little pissed, that much was obvious.

“Is that safe? I mean, shouldn’t I be staying with one of you guys at all times?” You ask nervously, looking up at Optimus and Ratchet for an answer.

“Of course, I and Bulkhead will both be escorting you.” Optimus answers, kneeling and looking you straight in your eyes. “You have my word, I will not let any harm come to you under my watch.”

“Okay, I trust you, Optimus.” You smile, albeit weakly.

Dr. Sowa taps your shoulder and opens the back door for you, waiting patiently for you to get inside. After a moment of staring up at Optimus, you turn around and climb into the back seat. Sowa gets into the passenger's seat and gestures to the driver to start moving.

The car starts to move and you see Optimus and Bulkhead transformed, Optimus was a big ass semi-truck, huh, what a way to dig up the past, and Bulkhead transformed into a green SUV. It was almost ironic, the person who just swore to protect you coincidentally was the very thing that turned you into roadkill.

Unlike you, Sowa doesn’t put on his seatbelt, too busy looking at you in the rearview mirror. You were too preoccupied with putting on your seatbelt to notice the dear doctor's stare before he reached behind and set something down on the seat beside you.

It was a pair of slippers, one of the pink bunny ones everyone had as kids.

“Oh… thank you, Doctor.” You say with a smile, even if it was weird to be wearing these in public your feet were too cold for you to care.

They were surprisingly comfortable. There were no seams that dug into your toes and no tag to bother your heel. you wondered how he knew your size, maybe it was a doctor thing? Who knew? you weren’t a doctor, not even an official science doctor yet. Which may, unfortunately, stay that way until you die or a million-long war ends, oh well.

Sowa didn’t acknowledge your thanks, or even your presence anymore, looking out the window with a blank expression. The man in the driver’s seat was wearing a full military get-up, helmet included. You would be lying to yourself if you even thought you weren’t nervous, an armored convoy and men with giant guns didn’t exactly calm you down.

“Don’t worry, nothin’s gonna happen to you with the convoy.” The military man chuckled, his deep voice rumbling throughout the cab. You thought you were doing a pretty good job of keeping your emotions all balled up but apparently it was obvious to even non-robo people.

“Yeah well, I don't think anything is certain with a world full of giant shape-shifting robots from space.” You laugh nervously, looking out the window.

It was snowing, you were far up north from what you could tell. Evergreen trees line the road as the lead in the convoy plows away through the snowy road. You couldn’t help but feel chilly, even if the two upfront didn’t seem affected.

“Damn snow, always getting into my wheels and jammin’ everything up.” The military man mumbles, trying his best to follow the road and not slip off.

You hear a thunk and the car jolts a bit, luckily you were wearing your seatbelt and it kept you from slamming into Sowa’s seat. The radio attached to the man’s belt quickly turns on and Optimus’ voice comes over.

“Are you okay? What has happened?” He asks urgently, suddenly Optimus was beside you, the red and blue truck blocking your view of the trees beside.

“All good, just hit a pothole.” the man replies in a flustered tone after fumbling for the radio for a moment, Sowa didn’t even flinch at the sudden movement, still staring out the window, now at Optimus.

“We’ll be going over a dangerous stretch of road, try to stay as close to the wall.” Optimus commands, slowing down and getting behind your vehicle.

How far away was this military base anyway? Why couldn’t you just teleport there using the groundbridge? And what did Optimus mean by a cliff?

Oh.

Cliff.

You look to your right and there's a steep drop off, at least a hundred feet of solid fear before going splat.

Luckily the driver seems to understand your plight and gets closer to the rockwall, effectively taking you a foot or two away from the cliff, not even enough to block your view of the steep mountain we were on.

“There’s nothing to worry about, little miss, I’m not gonna let you go tumbling off the cliff.” The soldier says, chuckling.

Again, your worries had not gone unnoticed by the very perceptive driver. It was eerie that you were so easy to read, it felt like he was reading your mind.

Well, it could be possible, you’re a reality traveling college student, so how far off can mind reading be?

“You might but the car might not be so appreciative of slick roads.” you mumble, anxiously tugging on the seatbelt.

Without warning the car suddenly swears a bit and you scream a bit, it might have been a bit undignified but hey, you almost swerved off the road.

“What the fuck was that about?!” You hiss, gripping the seat belt tighter.

“Almost hit something.” He replies, a chuckle leaving his mouth.

“What's going on up there?” Bulkhead’s voice comes in through the radio panickedly.

He didn’t respond, instead rolling down the window and throwing the radio out of it. The radio immediately shatters against the rock wall and he suddenly speeds up.

“H-hey!” You speak up, reaching forward to grab the man, Your hand passes through his shoulder and suddenly he disappears.

Huh.

It was the same way Cliffjumper’s holographic money came into your lap.

You're so fucked.

The seatbelt suddenly tightens around your body and forces you to the back of the seat, restraining your arms to your body. Sowa seemed to be in the same predicament, his body tightly restrained against the seat in front of him.

Being trapped in a giant man-car wasn’t great especially when you could see a literal fighter jet firing above you at the mountain range out of the corner of your eyes.

The interior of the car- Cybertronian, was silent. It must have been soundproofed because you could see the hail of bullets from the human soldiers and the bright blue fireballs from the two Autobots.

You could just barely crane your head back to see Optimus firing at the silver jet that was dancing around the gunfire like it was nothing before heading towards your direction.

“Scrap.” The fake soldier's voice rumbles from the cab again, he speeds up, and as you look behind you again you can see Bulkhead giving chase, quickly speeding to catch up to you and your kidnapper.

“Let us go!” You finally get your voice back, shifting in your seat and biting onto the seat belt, “Or else I'll bite off your stupid seat belt!”

“Ow! Wha- stop that!” he says firmly, the holographic soldier appearing again to reach back and grab at you.

To your surprise he could touch you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and trying to yank you away from the seatbelt.

“Not until you let us go!” You shout, muffled by the seat. If this douchebag kidnapper car-man wanted you kidnapped he was gonna have to work for it.

He let out a frustrated growl before he grabbed your hair a little hard and forced you to let go of the seat. Luckily you had good teeth so instead of tearing a tooth out, you took a good chunk of his seatbelt instead. His voice got a little garbled as the holographic man disappeared.

A smug expression was on your face as the thin strands holding the seat belt together snapped, releasing you from your confines. You crawl over the seats and into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly.

“Don’t you touch me, Fleshbag!” He growls, the other seatbelt coming up to restrain you.

“Hold on doctor!” you shout, glancing over at Sowa before quickly jerking the wheel, the man lets out a short scream as you swerve off the road.

Oh, the cliff.

You forgot about the cliff in your adrenaline-filled mind. Great. Now you were plummeting to your death in a Cybertronian that tried to kidnap you and the Doctor. You felt someone grab your hand tightly, their large hands overtaking yours as they pulled you closer to them.

“Stupid bug!” the Cybertronian growls as he transforms into his bipedal form, the wind whips around you as Sowa holds you against him tightly. The last thing you hear before you pass out is the sound of rocks falling around you and the feeling of a big hand wrapping around you.

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It was a steady thumping that woke you up, faster than a heartbeat but slower than a jackhammer, like someone punching a wall repeatedly, You could feel it in your very being, and it hurt.

“Wake. up.”

Your eyes shot open and you could faintly see the giant orange face hovering just a few feet in front of you. He was scowling down at you, his servos digging into the snow and frozen ground beside you as he held up what you could only assume to be the rocks that fell with you.

It hurt, you learned as soon as you tried to sit up, a cry of pain leaving your throat. Your right arm was broken, or at least fractured, with deep bruises blossoming over your skin on most of your body. Snow was seeping in through your sweater, slightly numbing and stinging your back.

“You’re lucky Lord Megatron wants you alive, bug, I could crush you.” He snarls, his servos clenching the ground and breaking it as you stare up at him in shock.

The tan paint of the armor military vehicle was peeling off of him, revealing the blue paint underneath. He was mad, as any reasonable person who just had a chunk of their body torn off would be.

“Are you just going to stare?” He snaps again, his bright gold eyes glowering down at you angrily, illuminating your pathetic and broken body. In your pain and adrenaline-addled state, you could only think about how pretty his eyes were.

You tried to. You really did, but even your throat hurt, a searing pain on the back of your neck, and the thumping getting louder and stronger wasn't helping.

“First you bite through my seatbelt, now you can even answer me.” He growls, shifting to put most of his weight on one hand, raising the other to crush you, “Megatron doesn’t need you that bad, Bug.”

“You have pretty eyes.” You managed to blurt out, you weren’t lying, The glowing gold surrounded by orange and the stone was very pretty, even more so to your brain-damaged mind.

His hand stops inches from your face, he growls again and sets it back into the dirt, his optics narrowing as he stares down at you.

“What did you just say?” He asked the thumping was calmer now, no longer loud or angry, just a steady, thump-thump-thump-thump-

“Your eyes,” You start, looking up at him with a weak smile, “or, its optics, right? They're pretty.”

You expected him to hit you, you expected the EMF thing to happen again and send you into a whirlwind of pain, you expected his face to turn into a gun and blast you back to whatever universe you came to, but you didn't expect me to laugh.

Deep belly laughs shook the rocks on top of him, some falling into the gaps between his arms.

“Pretty? Now that's a new one, especially from someone like you.” he chuckles.

The pain was beginning to go away now, the injuries were still there and you were still frozen to the bone but nothing hurt, not your arm, not your back, not even your head.

“I feel like that's supposed to be an insult.” you retort, slowly sitting up and shuddering, it was colder than you thought.

“It was.” He muses, shaking his head and staring down at you, “You’re a strange one.”

“How am I the strange one here?”

“Because you weren’t lying," he pauses, looking off to the side with an almost embarrassed look, “And I can feel you.”

Wow.

If you didn’t know what he was talking about you probably would have punched him and called him a creep. And if he wasn’t a giant 26-foot robot you still would have probably punched him.

“Dr. Sowa?” you jump up, looking around for the doctor, Your dear silent friend is nowhere to be found, you can feel your throat tighten.

It was happening again, you just lost another friend because of your carelessness. Going out at night by yourself? Stupid. Driving a car off the cliff? Even stupider. He was probably buried under the rubble and squished like a bug.

“Your friend’s gone.” He says after a moment of your desperate searching. You ignore him and continue to look around, he couldn’t be dead.

“Kid, he's dead.” he says again, in a more firm voice that makes you stop.

“No, he’s not.” you whisper through gritted teeth, your fists clenching at your side.

“Yes he is-”

“No, he’s fucking not!” you shout, whipping around to look at the hulking man.

He stares down at you, a look of pity and sadness on his face, he sighs (if that is even possible) and his optics dim a bit.

“Frag.” he growls, his frame shaking with effort as he scoops you up with one servo and shoves you through an open window on his chest. You open your mouth to scream again but he rolls up the window, leaving you in the cramped space in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you hiss, smacking your foot on the glass to try and get out.

“Calm down.” he says as he slowly lowers himself to the ground, now laying instead of holding up all the rubble with his back, “I didn’t want to crush you.”

“Why?” You ask in a confused manner, the interior of the crumpled space illuminated only by a faint blue glow coming from behind a loose panel.

“Lord Megatron wants you alive.” he says simply, his voice coming from inside the space now.

“Why?”

“Dunno, just said you were important or something,” he huffs, an unmistakable tone of annoyance in his voice, “didn’t know getting a bug would be so much trouble.”

“I’m not a bug.” You grumbled crossing your arms as you leaned against the back of the space.

“You look like a bug.”

“You look like an orange.”

He chuckled, the rough voice rumbling through the space. “Yeah, yeah, fair enough.”

You shuffle around in the space, trying to get a better view of whatever is illuminating the small space. As you turn around, you pop open the dented panel, revealing a mess of wires and a big cable that was leaking blue blood, or energon.

“You’re hurt.” you state, looking at the cut-up cable, It looked like it had been crushed by the panel when it got hit by the falling rocks, it must have broken when he was straining himself.

“Scrap, that's not good.” he grumbles, “Hey, you got little digits, bug, think you can reach in there and patch me up?”

“You want me to reach inside you and mess with your guts.” You state, staring at the cables blankly.

“We both don't have a choice, You want to get out of my subspace alive, you’re gonna patch me up,” he grunts, trying to push himself up as a demonstration. Without warning the energon squirts out of the cable and onto your lap, spraying your already wet clothes and staining them.

“Fucking hell, man.” you whisper, gently wrapping your hands around the opening, squeezing it so it stops bleeding, “Now what?”

“Need to cut off the flow.” he grunts, groaning slightly when he feels your hands squeezing his fuel cable.

You pull your hands away, ripping a strip off your sweater and tying it tightly around the cable, the energon stops flowing and you can see the stained, but clear, cable that’s more like a tube.

“What’s your name?” you ask, grabbing the panel and trying to get the dent out by pushing it against the other panels.

“Not important.” he says, a tone of relief in his voice, “You don’t have to fix that, I'll get Knockout to fix it.”

“Okay then, not important, I’m (Y/N).” you say, proud of your comeback as you have a little smirk on your face.

“Mmm… I prefer Bug.” he says, a chuckle coming from his throat again, “You are small, weak, and totally unable to stop me from crushing you. Bug.”

“I am so terrified of a man who shoved me into his boob space.” you say with a laugh, leaning against the back of the space.

“I… what the frag is a boob?” He asks, sounding genuinely confused. “You know what, it's not important-”

He’s cut off as the rocks around him start to shift again, suddenly your new companion is yanked up from the ground and held up a gun pointed in his face by none other than Bulkhead. You, of course, are tossed around like a rag doll inside his subspace, slamming up against the walls and wheezing.

“Breakdown.” Bulkhead growled before Optimus pulled Bulkhead away letting Breakdown, as you now know him, fall to the ground.

“Breakdown, tell us where she is.” He commanded, looking down at him with an intense stare.

“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific, I’ve killed a lot of shes.” He smirks, looking up at the two other bots.

“You piece of scrap!” Bulkhead shouts, before you could even shout that you were still alive he was swinging his wrecking ball hand right at his chassis, right where you were situated.

Fuck.

That was what you would have said if you weren’t almost crushed by a giant robot that was supposed to be friendly.

It didn’t hurt, surprisingly, even when you were laying and looking up through the windows at a very pissed-off Bulkhead about to crush Breakdown and inadvertently you. Breakdown’s window was crushed, you could break through easily even in your broken state.

“Stop!” you cry out weakly, breaking the glass with your legs, your foot popping out of the tinted windows. Breakdown instantly stops inches from crushing you, a horrified look on his face.

“Oh, that she.” Breakdown chuckles, his voice garbled and glitching out before his head falls back against the snow, his optics offlining as he falls into unconsciousness, or… unrechargeness.

“Oh scrap, I-I didn’t know.” Bulkhead mumbled weakly, his Servo changing back into a servo as he backed up. Optimus, ever calm and rational, quickly reached down and pulled you out of Breakdown’s chassis by your waist.

All your feeling was back and your body hurt, You could almost feel your bones moving and shifting inside your arm, it made you feel nauseous. You were sure this was only a fraction of the pain you would have felt if you didn’t die when you got hit by the car.

“Ratchet, we need a groundbridge to the nearest medical facility.” Optimus speaks into his arm, looking down at you with a worried expression. He maneuvers you to lay on your back instead of bent over his hand staring at the drop.

Unfortunately for you, it sent a world of hurt through your body.

You close your eyes, trying to hold back sobs as you feel Optimus transform around you, his humming surrounding your body again and slowly lulling you into a deep sleep.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Gonna be a lil OOC, bear with me please. We’re getting to the end I promise. I’m more inclined to do a full 10 chapters just so it looks even lol. Who knows?

(Masterpost)

“Are you okay (L/N)?” Makomo asked.

You registered her question a few seconds later. Your face felt hot when you noticed you hadn’t put your fox mask back on. Even though you had come down to the village many times, it still felt strange. Makomo became the only person you could confide in.

“I’m fine.” You replied.

Of course she didn't believe you. “Well I’m almost finished with your hair tie for your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Right,” she laughed “I mean your, ‘travel companion’.”

You huffed in annoyance. She wasn’t wrong. Everytime you came to the village all you could think about was Giyuu. He’d been so adamant about you never leaving and it only took one night to change that. He would never come down with you, not like he needed to. It felt like the distance was going between you again.

Makomo’s took you hand in hers. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s okay. I’m worried is all.”

“About him?”

“About us. About the day we’ll stop livin- traveling with each other.”

“Do you want to stay with him? Forever?”

A couple months ago you would have jumped at the first opportunity to leave this cursed mountain and never look back. The idea hadn’t crossed your mind anymore. Is it selfish to want the days to go on like this forever? To be with Giyuu forever? Is that what he wanted too? Of course you wanted to stay but could you?

“Would it be alright if I left everything behind for something so selfish?”

“I think you two should do what makes you both happy.”

“And if he doesn’t want that?”

Makomo smiled, “Then let’s stay here forever! Just like this.”

You pulled her in for a hug. “You’re a great friend Makomo.”

After finishing her shopping you helped carry her belongings home. Urokodaki sat outside, making another familiar fox mask. Makomo had mentioned he started to make them more frequently after running into you.

“Thank you again (Y/N), would you like some tea?” He said as you came out of the house and back to the porch. Sat next to him was a little tray of tea and snacks.

“Thank you sir.” You sat beside him and drank the warm tea. You felt the warmth flow through your chest. I wonder if I should borrow some for Giyuu?

“I see you're still wearing that old mask. I still want to meet the young man that carved it.” Urokodaki stated.

“Oh! M-Maybe one day. He’s so shy.” You nervously chuckled.

“It must mean a great deal to you, to wear it so much.”

“Yes, it's such a special gift.”

He hummed in agreement. “And how’s the mountain treating you?”

You almost choked on your tea. Quickly you brought your handkerchief up to your mouth. “P-Pardon?”

“That’s where you two are camping right?”

“R-Right! Yes! It’s fine! Thank you!”

Why do I feel like I’m being interrogated?!

“No monsters have come out to bother you? Oh I forgot, you don’t believe there’s a scary monster up there.” He chuckled.

“Nope! No scary monsters at all!” You laughed nervously.

“Right, just the lonely one.” He laughed again. “You have your friend to protect you so it’s all right. If you two ever want to stay over, my door is always open.”

That deep pit in your stomach returned. “C-Could I really do that? Stay?”

Urokodaki stopped carving. He didn’t speak, giving you time to continue. “Ever since I’ve been, traveling, I’ve been able to send things back home. Things my family needs. I’m scared that if I stop then I’ll just be leaving them with nothing. I’m their only child, how could I do something like that?”

Your hands gripped the teacup. Staring back at you was the reflection of the mask. The mask Giyuu gave you. After that night you found his collection of masks. Some broken, some shoddily made. All piled in an empty room. Except yours. Yours was just as pristine as Giyuu’s. He made that special for you and now. It’s like he couldn’t stand to be around you. You had just gotten closer and he’s treating you like all those months ago. Does he want you gone? Is it all over now?

“(Y/N).” Urokodaki’s voice pulled you back. He shifted towards you and offered a snack from the tray. “You know, I’ve raised many children over the years and all of them are long gone now. Even Makomo will get tired of this life and go on her own. Parents have to make peace with that. You do too.”

“I love my family. I love it here too. I don’t want to leave him behind.”

Urokodaki sighed, “Well if he’s as shy as you say, he probably doesn’t want you gone either. Hard to reason with a silent man.”

That made you laugh. It filled you with a little hope. You knew well enough by now. He needed time is all. If he really wanted you gone he would say so. He wouldn’t help you or your family if he didn’t want to.

Urokodaki cleared his throat, “If your friend ever wants a job, I’m getting older and I need help cutting the trees down.”

The thought flashed in your mind like a bolt of lightning. “A woodcutter?”

It was all so clear. Why hadn’t you thought of it before?!

“Well yes-”

“My dad’s a woodcutter! Well- he’s a lot of things but woodcutter is one of them! And my mom! She’s a great seamstress! Resourceful too!” You were jumping out of your seat. You hurriedly fixed your mask and pack the rest of your snacks away. “Thank you Urokodaki-san!”

“(Y/N)! The hair tie you wanted!” Makomo called after you. You quickly took both out her hands and rushed back back to the mountain path.

“Thank you Makomo!”

“Grandpa, did something happen?” Makomo asked.

“Not that all know.” He said hiding a smile under his mask.

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“Giyuu!” You called out. “I’m back!” You called his name all throughout the house. He popped up behind you and instead of being scared you rushed to grab. “I have news and a present for you!”

“A present?”

“Yeah! Come on, sit, sit!” You pulled him along to the sitting room and sat him in front of the large chair. You ran into your room and grabbed a brush and comb. “Do you mind if I comb your hair?”

“No.”

You sat behind him and gently ran your fingers through his hair. Untangling bits from his antlers. You spent a long while making sure to go through every clump and tangle before running the comb through it. Giyuu gave you no hint of discomfort. In fact his shoulder relaxed and he slumped against the chair. Once you started brushing he tilted his head back in your lap. You looked so focused and beautiful like this.

What did I do to deserve this?

The answer didn’t matter. He felt so peaceful. He didn’t notice you had pulled his hair back to a low ponytail. Your hands lingered on the side of his face. “There you are.”

Your warm smile greeted him as he opened his eyes. “I wanted to see your face.”

Your thumb idly traced the blue markings on his skin. He leaned into your touch, his heart was racing in his chest. This all felt too good to be true. His hand cupped yours, keeping it in place. You had too strong of an effect on him.

“Giyuu. There’s something I want to ask.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, still lost in the haze.

“It’ll be spring time soon and- I- I talked to Urokodaki. I think my parents should move here.”

His breath caught in his throat. Of course you talked to him. He lives down there.

You continued rambling. “Y-You wouldn’t have to make long trips down the mountain anymore if they lived close by. Plus there’s work here for them! I’d just have to go get them- they might be scared of you…”

Giyuu fully tilted his head back to look at you. You’d never seen him look like this before. Blue eyes staring right through you. Like he wanted something. Like he wanted you. “Where would you stay?”

“Here. With you.” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You hadn’t think that far ahead but, why wouldn’t you stay here with Giyuu? On your way back up the mountain you imagined going down to see your parents everyday. This has become a second home to you. It was old and creaking and creepy at night. It was also where you two cooked together, took strolls through the garden and stayed up all night talking. You couldn’t imagine a life without Giyuu.

Inches away from his face the gravity of your words surely hit you and you shot back up in the seat. “That is if you want me to! It’s fine if you want me to leave-”

“(Y/N).” Giyuu rose up. He held your hand in his. You could feel his breath on your knuckles as he knelt before you. Gently, he kissed your hand and your heart fluttered. “Stay with me.”

“Of course.”

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“And that’s all you know?” Uzui asked.

“Yes!” Your father urged.

“I just find it hard to believe the demon fed you and let you go and demanded your child come back and gave you clothes! That’s not typical monster behavior.”

“What am I supposed to say?!” He yelled “That is what happened! You told me you could avenge my child!”

After another half hour or so of questing, Uzui called it a night and left your old home. He walked back to run-down inn, wanting to nurse his growing headache.

“Any news from the old man?” Shinazugawa asked.

“Nope, same story as before. This demon doesn’t even sound malicious. You get food and free stuff from it as long as you don’t steal from it? What kind of creature is that?!”

“One looking for sacrifices.” Obanai stated.

This didn’t sit right with Uzui. Something about this story wasn’t adding up. They had been in this village for two weeks and like clockwork the creature had snuck supplies to the family under their noses. And only to that family. No one else could even attempt to enter the mountain pass without getting lost and ending up back on the trail they started. Even on accident. The only way through was around the mountain to the next village over. And even now that the snow was starting to melt, the weather of the mountain stayed cold as a dead winter night. This didn’t sound like a monster that wanted a steady supply of sacrifices. It wanted to be left alone.

“You know something else about this is confusing me. We’ve had hunters up and down this area for years and all hostile activity stopped about 8 years ago.”

“So?” Shinazugawa hissed. Uzui could feel the tension in the room shift.

“So, it doesn’t bother either of you that three of the people involved in this encounter all got away unharmed.”

“The kid-”

“For all we know is alive. Alive and guarded.”

“You sound ridiculous.” Obanai jeered.

“What's ridiculous is that you two asked me to come in the first place.” Uzui snapped. “And now you want me to storm up an impenetrable mountain over some vendetta neither of you want to share.”

Obanai spoke before either hunters could make a move. “The demon on the mountain was locked there by a retired hunter after a 45 year long killing spree 15 years ago. Anyone from either of the villages that went up there would die. That demon is powerful. No other creature can control the forest the way it can. When it opens up the forest again, that is our only chance. We can’t chance another 45 years on the thought that one person may be alive up there.”

“Regardless of what happens, that demon is dying.” Shinazugawa declared.

Uzui still didn’t feel right about this. All he could do was hope that the person on the mountain was still there.

[serickswrites]

Make Me Your Villain VII

Master list here (includes links to all chapters, bios, and summary)

Warnings: threat of death

Nova woke the next morning unsure if last night had been some strange dream or if it had really happened. But as she blinked away the sleep and found herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, she realized it was, in fact, not a dream. She slowly climbed out of bed. What had she gotten herself into?

She stretched as she crossed the room, her stomach growling. How long had she been asleep? Quietly, Nova opened the door and followed the scent of coffee coming from a room down the hall from hers.

“Good Morning,” Liam greeted as Nova entered the kitchen. “How are you feeling, Nova?”

Nova stared at Liam. His pale blue eyes, the palest of blues like the sky at dawn, were watching her carefully. “Is that coffee?” She asked, ignoring his question, because she didn’t have a good answer. She felt physically fine. Mentally, she wasn’t so certain.

“Do you take cream or sugar?” Liam asked as he poured a mug and set it before her.

Nova nodded, jumping as the door swung open again and Henry marched in. Henry was stocky, his black hair buzzed close to his scalp. His dark skin was a stark contrast with the white shirt he was wearing. He grabbed the mug of coffee off the table and took a swig.

“That was for Nova, don’t be a pig,” Liam chided as he grabbed another mug and poured Nova a cup.

Henry gave Nova a sidelong glance. “Sorry,” he muttered before taking another sip. “Henry Harlin,” he said as he held out his hand. “Nice to officially meet you.” Nova took it, his grip firm, but not too firm.

Liam set a small jug of cream and a bowl of sugar in front of Nova. “If you want other cream, we have oatmilk and I think some whole milk. Honestly, I’m not too sure,” his cheeks colored and he busied himself over at the sink.

“Thank you.” Nova poured liberal amounts of cream into her coffee. She dumped spoonful after spoonful of sugar into the coffee.

Henry watched her, his face filled with disgust. “Have some coffee with your sugar.”

“Henry, she’s going to think you’re picking on her. Knock it off.” Liam turned around, his pale eyes flashing.

Henry winked at her. “All in good faith. All in good faith.”

Nova nodded, entirely uncertain of what to make of the interaction. She sipped her coffee, delighting in the warmth that filled her. She was always cold after using her powers. Since healing others was still a relatively new skill she learned, she was still learning her limits.

“I can take you back to your apartment after you finish your coffee. Or if you want to wait and have some breakfast, that’s fine too.” Liam leaned on the counter, a steaming mug gripped in his hand.

“Back?” Nova let the confusion she was feeling fill her face. “Why would I go back?”

Henry and Liam exchanged a glance before Henry said, “I’m going to let you take this one, Liam. I’ve got work to do in the library.”

“Coward,” Liam muttered as Henry quickly exited the room.

“Excuse me?” Nova still had no idea what to make of these two, very strange men that she had landed herself with.

Liam’s cheeks colored again. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean that about you. I just mean…well, Henry can be conflict avoidant. Sometimes.” Liam rubbed his stubbly jaw, his eyes distant.

“And you’re expecting there to be some conflict?”

Liam’s eyes grew wide. “What? No! I….I don’t know what I’m saying. Can we just forget the last couple of sentences that came out of my mouth and start again?” He looked flustered as he rotated the mug in his hands several times. A curtain of his golden hair fell across his face, hiding his embarrassment from Nova.

Nova gave Liam a small smile. “You’re fine, Liam. Sit with me?”

Liam gave a sigh of relief. He shook his hair out of his eyes and gave Nova a dazzling smile that melted her down to her socks. What was wrong with her? She cleared her throat, trying to shake the feeling. “Why would I go back? Won’t Jude be hunting me?”

Liam nodded. “Yeah, but I would set up a system to protect you. So you could go about your normal life.”

“My life is anything but normal, Liam. I don’t know if you noticed, but I can heal people.” Nova usually tried to hide her powers, but it was hard to hide her own body’s healing from others. She moved around a lot as a result and at twenty-two, had hoped that Hiraethian with the size that it was would be her home for a little longer than the other towns had been.

“I can imagine that carries a lot of pressure. Thank you, again, for what you did yesterday.”

“I could say the same to you. Would Jude really have killed me?” Nova stared directly into Liam’s eyes.

Liam looked away first. “Yes.”

“Why?” Nova wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to offer some measure of comfort.

Liam was quiet. “Well?” She prompted again.

“I’m thinking,” he turned back and looked at her.

“About?” Nova tried to let the irritation she was feeling not color her words. She wanted him to tell her everything.

His gaze was piercing as he spoke. “He’s a soul-sucker.” He said the words as though it meant something.

“I don’t know what that is.” She drank deeply from her mug.

“Most people don’t. And most people don’t know that about him. His power is the ability to absorb the power of another. Well, absorb is a really mild word. He sucks it out of them. It’s…It’s a terrible thing.”

Nova couldn’t believe what Liam was saying. “Why would he? How?”

“I don’t exactly know how it works. I haven’t researched that much. I just know he can. And when he does, people die. And he wants you, Nova,” Liam said carefully, “because your power would effectively make him immortal. But I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.”

Nova shook her head. “I’m not even immortal, so how would he be immortal?”

Liam put his mug down. “You can be. And so he can be.”

Nova opened her mouth to speak, but Liam’s phone buzzed. He took one look and teleported out. “What in the actual fuck?” Nova muttered to the empty room.

Henry sauntered in. “He’s off saving someone else.”

“He just disappeared.” Nova stood up.

“He does that. You get used to it. Or you don’t. That’s up to you.” Henry stared up at her. “Come along. Let me take you on the tour.”

“Tour?”

“Yeah, so you don’t get lost around here like I did when I first moved in. Come on, I’ve got shit I’ve got to do.”

And so Nova followed Henry around, quickly memorizing the layout and learning a little about the two men who saved her. Liam still hadn’t returned by the time Nova was climbing into her bed. Henry had been an excellent host, keeping her well fed and entertained.

“Don’t worry too much about him, Nova,” Henry said as he guided Nova back to her room. “He sometimes doesn’t come back until late. Or early depending on how you look at it.”

“But you do,” Nova said as she saw tension in Henry’s face.

Henry scrubbed his face. “One of us has to. And it’s not you, Nova. He’ll be fine. Night.”

Nova spent the first three weeks of her stay at the Haven getting used to the layout and exploring the grounds. When Liam was home, she shared her meals with him, trying to get him to talk more and more each time. Henry was the far more outgoing of the two and was more than happy to chat away to Nova when he wasn’t in the library working. Liam was much quieter, more reserved. But polite. And gracious.

She tried not to take his flitting in and out of the Haven personally.

“He’s not avoiding you,” Henry said as the two of them sat by the fire sipping from a very expensive bottle of wine.

“He hardly ever stays long enough for me to get to know him.”

Henry took a swig from the bottle. “He’s hardly here until he’s here. He’s off being the secret hero. You get used to it Nova.”

By the fourth week, Nova was itching to do something. Anything.

“Take me with you.” She said, grabbing onto Liam’s wrist when his phone buzzed one afternoon. “Please. I won’t get in the way. I can help you. Please, just take me with you.”

“You don’t have to work to stay here, Nova. Really. It’s ok.”

Liam started to pull his hand away, but Nova gripped him tighter. “I want to help. I can’t sit here all day while you risk your life trying to stop Jude. I can help. Take me with you.”

Liam considered a moment. “No.” Nova opened her mouth to protest. “Not today. Not yet. I can’t protect you when we’re out there. I know you can heal. But I would feel a lot better if you could handle yourself in combat.”

“I’ll train. Every day. Just promise me you’ll take me with you.”

Liam smiled. “I would be honored to work with you, Nova. When you’re ready.” And he disappeared once again.

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[celestie0]

Ooof, sorry if come across rude or anything negative. Just saw your post ihm ex wife asks and how people were being rude or weirdly jealous. I hoped that my ask about knowing more about ihm ex wife, didn’t come off as being weird or rude person. ( I’m the that mention Lana del Rey)

It Seems at one point she’s going be added into the story? Correct me if I’m wrong but that’s really exciting!

Your whole au is my obsessed anyways apologize if came off ass weird/rude :(

hi love! mm yea, i think your ask did contribute to those feelings, mainly the part where you said you entirely block the ex wife part of the story out of your mind because you can’t imagine him w someone else other than reader

i don’t know, i have actually gotten similar asks for kickoff when i had a couple people tell me they skipped all of the scenes with kai in it bc they didn’t want to read about any other guy other than gojo

thing is, those are just things you don’t have to tell an author. if you do block things out or skip things, that’s fine. but just because you have access to communicate with a fanfic author doesn’t mean you should share those things with them. readers forget that we, fanfic authors, have a much more deeply invested personal interest in these stories as the creators of them, than a reader might have. it’s different from texting your friend “oh i dislike xyz ab this story”…because you’re literally sending those words to the person who put all their hard work n time into writing it lol

i try to put this into perspective, but for the whole kai thing for example: i spent a great deal of time planning those scenes out, spent a great deal of time writing & editing those scenes, n ultimately believe those scenes contribute greatly to the dynamics of the story. for people to straight up tell me they skipped those scenes, it’s odd and upsetting for sure.

i’m also like, what are you accomplishing by telling me that you skipped like half the chapter, or that you entirely dismiss parts of my story?…i have thought about this sooo much in trying to understand why tf i get asks like that, or why people think it’s appropriate to share those things with me, and the conclusion i can think of is that people are trying to subconsciously push me towards writing a story that THEY want by telling me the exact parts of my story that they entirely disregard/will disregard. and that makes me feel so icky, like i’m lowkey being manipulated into people pleasing people just cuz i post stuff for free. same goes for pressuring asks i get about writing more smut. those feel even more gross to me tbh, and it entirely kills my drive to write

i’m already struggling to find motivation to create stories among all the other insanity of things going on in my life. so yea words like that definitely do affect me, esp when it’s not just from one person, which i could probs write off as some internet troll, but from like 15+ different readers saying the same thing over n over n over again. and i KNOW i have so many wonderful readers n i’m endlessly grateful…but i’m starting to feel like chappell roan rn where i’m starting to realize maybe i’m just not cut out for this lmfaooo. it’s strange i’ve like literally seen people d** in real time but stan tumblr is what breaks me 💀💀 this shit is nottttt for the weak bahahah i see why so many authors leave

since i started posting here in january, i’ve dealt w people who would shame me for not posting updates at the time i said i would, i’ve dealt w people who would pressure me for updates, i’ve dealt w people who would pressure me for smut, i’ve dealt with people who have reduced my stories to nothing but smut, i’ve dealt with people who have made death threats against kickoff gojo for having commitment issues, i had a person straight up tell me they were “disappointed in the direction” of all of ch7 of kickoff, i had someone comment “he should’ve done ___ instead. will not be reading this fic anymore”, i’ve dealt w so many people belittle n disregard the whole ihm ex wife plotline. i’ve literally cried over some of these asks/comments, n i’ve felt embarrassed over some of them too. i’m just a person.

and i know i know i know i shouldnt focus on the negative interactions, i should just focus on the positive ones. but yknow how much mental real estate that takes to do? i’d consider myself to be a pretty mentally healthy person to be very honest, but even i have a hard time w doing that lmfao.

and then, to make things worse, i get scared that calling readers out for this kind of stuff will just make people fearful to interact with me in the future. and then im like damn i suck lol

in any case, i accept your apology. it’s not that deep at the end of the day i suppose, and i don’t want you to feel bad about it. there are bigger issues in this world rn than fanfiction on tumblr. also sorry i kinda used your ask to say all of this but i just wanted to share my perspective plus i’m pmsing so i’m emo lol i’m just waiting for my estrogen to rise at this point so i can feel human again n i might end up regretting posting this but anyways thanks xxx

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 5

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

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He was on a train.  He’d never been on a full blown train before.  The trolley cars around New York, sure, but nothing as fast as this.  Bucky was one in a party of ten, five couples in all, traveling to St. Louis for a week at the World Fair.  He was literally being paid for his time, triple what he would normally make, which was a very strange arrangement, but you had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.  Mr. Fury was upset but understanding when he quit as Bucky’s luck in life had drastically changed.  

Steve had come with Peggy Carter, the woman he was now engaged to.  You had thrown an engagement party in their honor the week before, crying for them as they recounted their love story.  Bucky loved how much you loved his friends and wanted the best for them.  He wasn’t sure when your time as a couple was yet for engagement, he hoped soon, but was worried about whether he should ask you or if you would ask him.  The ball was in your court, always had been, and it was something that he was still getting used to.  He couldn’t spoil you, spend lavishly on you, which you assured him was fine as long as he just accompanied you and made you happy in other ways.  He was so used to having to work for everything he had that any kind of gifts or inclusion into your daily life you provided him felt like he owed you something.  All he could give was his love and his mother’s ring, the most expensive and cherished thing he owned.  It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was a beautiful older ring.  His father gave it to him weeks ago as your relationship progressed, and he brought it with him everywhere he went now, waiting to see if there was a right moment to ask you.  He wasn’t sure if he should talk to you about it first.  He’d never gotten this far into any courtship before.

He and the other men went to grab some lunches for everyone from one end of the dining car while you and the women talked on the other end.  

“So, when will you pop the question?” Peggy urged you, poking your shoulder.  “Or are you wanting him to do it?”

“I’m not sure, Peg, we haven’t talked about it,” you answered honestly.  “I have a sneaking suspicion he’s ready to ask but is looking for the right time.  I’m ready to ask him whenever, but I think he feels like he needs to ask me, since I asked him to court,” you said contemplating the relationship.

“You asked him to court you?” Wanda asked, her eyebrows shooting up her head.

“Yes, of course,” you said indignantly.  “I liked him from the moment I met him.  I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.  He makes me feel seen, heard, and understood.  He doesn’t expect me to be prim and proper at all times.  He…” you tapered off, watching him laugh at something one of the men said at the front of the car.  “He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“And I’m sure it helps that he is one of the most handsome men in New York,” Maria added, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.

You all laughed at that as the men came back with their hands full of food, looking at you all strangely.

The World Fair was a rounding success.  As tired as you all were from the constant walking and stuffing yourselves with fair food all week, the attractions had been amazing to see.  Bucky was particularly interested in the set about futuristic inventions and findings in space.  You made a mental note of that as he gazed at the replica of the known galaxy in the planetarium.

On the last night as you got dressed to meet everyone for dinner there was a knock on your door.  “Come in!” you invited them, slipping on your gloves.  Bucky walked through the door, his eyes glued to his cufflinks that he was struggling with. 

“Doll, could you help me with these blasted things?  I can’t seem to get it to connect and–” he stopped as he looked up at you.  You were wearing a long gold dress overlaid with a sheer black fabric skirt, a gold embroidery strip along the front and tassels along the skirt and the waist.  The neckline plunged down low on your chest, barely held up by metallic straps and sheer champagne colored, short, flowy sleeves.  A gold headpiece of flowers and leaves reached from one ear, around the back of your head to your other ear, with emeralds and small beaded dragonflies hanging into your hair which was pinned to your head in purposefully haphazard curls, some tendrils falling out methodically.  Your gloves were once again laced, this time black to match the black overlay skirt.  Your shoes were black velvet with embellished gold heels, reflecting the art nouveau theme with dragonfly accents again.  You held a black lace fan that was attached to your wrist with a ribbon.  You wore a little makeup to enhance your eyes and lips, a deep brownish black color making your eye color pop, and the dark rouge on your lips accentuating their shape.  Bucky could not seem to stop staring.  

“Love, you look…I have no words,” he was dumbfounded, his cufflinks long forgotten.  

“Do you like it?” you asked, giving him a spin, your dress flowing around you as you beamed at him.

“Yes, it’s so…you look like a goddess,” he complimented, “like the ones we saw at the exhibit about Ancient Greece.  Aphrodite personified, if she graced us with her divine.”

“Oh Bucky, stop it,” you blushed, “but thank you.  You look as handsome as always.” You gave him an appreciative look, walking up and taking his arm to fix his cufflinks.  He was wearing a black suit, a satin black waistcoat that had velvet pieces sewn into it that reflected the gold embroidery you wore, a white dress shirt and a wash style tie that was black and sheer to match you.  Near the knot of the tie was nestled a gold brooch with a futuristic pattern embossed in the metal surrounding a prominent emerald.  He slicked his longer hair back, the top curling as the humidity was higher in St. Louis than New York, giving her an unadulterated view of his eyes.  

“I seem to have my own Adonis,” you praised him, straightening his tie and brushing down the lapels of his suit for any flyaway strands or dust.  “His own beauty personified, and looking very tempting.”

“Tempting am I?” He asked as he cocked an eyebrow at you.  “Maybe after dinner I can show you just how tempting I can be.”

“Hmm,” you hummed seductively back.  You had done a few things that would have made your uncle gasp at the impertinence, but had never fully lain with each other yet.  You had made it a point to not fully kiss him on the lips ever, supposedly saving it for a certain point, but also as a way to tease him relentlessly since he had done it to you earlier on in the relationship, making him chase your lips.  “Yes, you’ll have to.  I demand it.”

“Oh you demand it?” He sputtered at your brazenness.  

“Yes, I demand my pleasure, Bucky Barnes,” you got on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss too close to his lips.  He groaned.

“No more teasing, Y/N, please.  Why won’t you kiss me?”

“Don’t fret, darling, we’ll get there,” you promised him, scratching the beard hair on his chin then turning to grab your fur shawl and your clutch.  Inside held a ring box that you planned on giving him tonight during the firework show.  You had decided it was time, you didn’t want to spend another minute without the promise of this man as yours forever.

“Shall we darling?” You held your hand out to him.

“We shall,” he looped your hand around his arm, leading you out to dinner.

Everyone was dressed immaculately.  They indulged themselves on the last night of the trip, drinking the best wines and liquors and eating some of the best prepared food Bucky had ever been blessed to have in his mouth.  Afterwards they all lazily strolled to the center of the fair near the water fountain, stopping at stalls and exhibits they hadn’t had a chance to see along the way.  When the time came for the fireworks to begin you stealthily got the ring box out of your clutch, hiding it in your hand as Bucky stood next to you.  The lights darkened as the show was about to begin.  The first firework shot high into the air, disappearing momentarily before exploding a bright mix of pinks and blues.  Bucky was enthralled.  This week had been one of the best of his life, getting to enjoy and sight see without a care in the world.  And he was able to do it all because of you.  As much as this had all started as a physical attraction and an advantageous union, it was now something that he couldn’t dream of living without.

You watched him enjoy the fireworks for a few moments, loving the way his eyes lit up as each one exploded, his eyebrows shooting up at particularly large ones.  You switched the ring box to your other hand and slipped it into his hand as he was looking up.  

Bucky quickly looked down as you handed him something.  He opened his hand to reveal a sapphire blue velvet box.  His eyes snapped to you, and you gave him a soft, hopeful smile, gesturing to him to open it.  He looked back at the box, his fingers shaking as his other hand opened the top, revealing a platinum signet ring with a small aquamarine gem set in the middle that matched the color of his eyes and leaf filigree surrounding the band.  Bucky stared at it until he felt you pull him to face you.

You took the ring out of the box and held it in your fingers in front of him.  “I know we haven’t talked about engagement yet, but I couldn’t wait another minute before asking if you would be mine, for the rest of our lives and beyond death and time,” your voice shook with emotion as you held it in front of his face, looking him deep in his eyes.  “I love you.  I feel like I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.  Will you, James Buchanan Barnes, my Bucky, my darling, marry me?”

Bucky’s eyes began watering as he listened to you.  He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out an old and faded burgundy velvet ring box.  You watched him intently as he opened his box to reveal a gold ring with a round white diamond set in the middle with fine engraving on the band on either side.  “Yes, my pretty doll.  As long as you will wear my mother’s ring and promise to be mine forever,” he plucked the ring out and held it in his fingers in front of you.

You both silently chuckled through tears, exchanging the rings and placing them on each other’s left ring fingers.  Miraculously they both fit perfectly, and as you gazed at each other you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your lips in what was your first kiss.

As you kissed him it felt like every fiber of his being was set aflame and life finally made sense, the pieces of a puzzle falling into place.  His heart leapt as he wound his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against him, picking you up and twirling you around as the fireworks celebrated you.

There was clapping and hollering that registered in your ears making you pull away from each other. The rest of the group were congratulating you, having watched your engagement.  Peggy and Steve were crying as they hugged you both, Bucky making Steve his best man on the spot.  

As you watched him smile widely and care free, you realized you had done it.  You had found the man to spend your life with, to share your fortune and hopefully someday soon create the family to pass on your empire.  He came back to you and held your face in his hands as he leaned down again and kissed your lips, soft but firm.  Now that he had had a taste he was like a man starved, taking every opportunity to experience your lips as much as you’d let him.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Situation CD ”Date Escapades ~ Ruki・Azusa ~

Original title: デートハプニング ~ ルキ・アズサ ~

Source: Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Ruki / Azusa

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: Similar to the Reiji & Subaru scenarios which I uploaded last week, these tracks are fairly short but sweet. I found it rather ironic how Azusa’s scenario features him buying band-aids and new shoes for the MC after her current pair gives her blisters because I’m pretty sure there’s a scenario in his MB route where he forces Yui to wear tiny shoes because he wants to see her in pain lol. I suppose that’s what you’d call ‘character growth’? :p

RUKI’S SIDE: NURSING

*Knock knock*

You enter Ruki’s room.

“You’re finally here. We have to leave any second now. How strange for you to be tardy when you were the one who invited me along. I was just about to come to your room to call you. ...Hm? Your cheeks are flushed. Do you have a fever, perhaps?”

You insist that you’re fine. 

“No fever, huh? Then let me rephrase my question. ...What exactly were you doing in your room, staying there up until the very last second?”

You avert your gaze. 

“What’s wrong? You can’t give an answer?”

You remain quiet.

“I suppose that also answers my question. ...Come here.”

You shake your head. 

“Why are you acting so stubborn? ...Haah...If you won’t come to me, I’ll go to you instead.”

*Rustle* 

“Come on, look at me. I need to take your  temperature andーー”

You nearly fall but Ruki catches you in time.

*Rustle*

“What are you doing!? Watch out. If you’re this shaky on your legs then...”

He presses his hand against your forehead.

“Hmー Just as I thought. You’re running a rather high fever. It’d be reckless to try and head out in your current condition.“

You protest.

“You can protest all you want, but the answer is no. We aren’t going out today. You head back to your room and rest.“

You shake your head.

“Why are you so insistent on it? Ahー Now that you mention it, the Christmas lights you wanted to see so badly will be taken down after today, won’t they? ...Is that why you’re so stubborn?“

You explain. 

“Limited edition phone straps? Apparently it’ll bring happiness to couples who ue them? ...Do you actually believe that? Haah...Just think rationally for a second. What if you force yourself to head out and collapse like you nearly did just now? I doubt you will be able to enjoy the event in your current state either, so just give up on it.“

You frown. 

“...So you finally understand. I’ll escort you back to your room. There’s no way to guarantee you will actually make it back there safely after all.“

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

“...Ah. You’re awake?“

You ask Ruki how much time has passed.

“Hm? Two hours, I suppose?“

You don’t seem to remember much of when you got to your room.

“Yes. By the time we made it to your room, your consciousness was already fading. You were gripping onto my shirt and I could barely hold a conversation with you. Your fever seemed to be quite high, so I stayed here to keep an eye on you.“

You apologize. 

“No need to apologize. I’ve been reading that book over there while you were asleep. I do not blame you for falling ill. Nor do I mind that we aren’t able to go on our outing as a result. We can always go out another day. ...How do you feel? If you still feel illーー“

You tell him it has gotten a lot better.

“I see. Your complexion looks a lot better too. ...It’s almost time for dinner. If you have an appetite, it’d be best to try and eat something.“

*Cling*

“I made a risotto beforehand but...Do you think you’ll be able to keep it down?“

You nod.

“Mmh, I see. Haah...“

Ruki brings the spoon to your mouth.

*Cling* 

“Huh...? What’s wrong? Open your mouth. ...I am willing to feed you. It’s not that embarrassing, is it? So shut up and open up.“

You protest.

“‘But’...? What? Tell me what you think.“

You give up.

“...So you finally gave up. You should have just done so from the very beginning. Now open your mouth.“

*Rustle* 

“No need to rush. ...Hah. I see. I guess you are embarrassed after all. However, keep still for a second, okay?“

He leans in close. 

“...You had some stuck on the corner of your mouth. Heh. That’s what you get for scarfing down your food. Take that as a lesson to slow down a bit. Once you’re fully recovered, we can try again to go to today’s event.“

You tilt your head to the side.

“A different place? Oh no. Did I not say we would plan a repeat of today? ...You should always keep up with the latest news. Apparently the duration of the Christmas lights you wanted to see today has been extended by two weeks.“

You seem very pleased with the news. 

“Heh...So hurry up and get back, okay? You made a big fuss even while running a fever, so I can imagine just how badly you want to go. I promise that next time, we’ll make it there for sure.”

ーー THE END ーー

AZUSA’S SIDE: HAPPINESS FOUND IN AN UNKNOWN CITY

The two of you are walking in town.

“Eve...We’ve been walking for over an hour now but...This popular restaurant specializing in spicy dishes you spoke of...is nowhere to be found...huh?“

You start to panic.

“No need to rush...We’ve never been to this city before after all...I was really happy...when you invited me along today...So I don’t mind that we got lost...“

You nod.

“Hey. Can you hand me the map for a second?“ 

*Flip* 

“Thank you...Let me see...Right now we’re...“

*Rustle* 

“...around here, so... Mmh. It’s probably this way.“

*Rustle* 

“Let’s go. ...Oh. My bad. ...You were trying so hard to take me there...I shouldn’t have infered, should I? I hope you didn’t mind too much...?“

You shake your head. 

“Thank god...Then, let’s go.“

The two of you continue walking but you seem to be limping a little.

“Oh...Is something wrong with your foot...?“

You shake your head.

“It’s not ‘nothing’. ...Show me, please?“

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa takes a look at your foot. 

“Ah...A blister...? ...Looks painful.“

You wince in pain. 

“Right. ...Can you wait here one second? I’ll be right back.“

Azusa leaves for a bit.

*TIMESKIP*

“Haah, haah...Sorry...for the wait...I went to buy band-aids for you.“

You frown.

“Eve...?“ 

*Rustle*

“...Cheer up? ...It’s fine.“

You apologize for ruining his day. 

“You looked up this restaurant...for me, didn’t you...? Besides, you chose to wore cute shoes...because today’s like a date, right? So...I’m happy. Thank you.

When I consider that...you thought of me while picking out this pair of shoes...I get this warm feeling inside my chest.“

You cheer up a little. 

“Heh...You finally smiled, huh? ...I get to have you all to myself today...That alone is enough to make me happy but...I believe I’ll be even happier...if I can see you smile.“

You point out a bag he’s carrying with him.

“Ah, this? On my way to buy these band-aids...I spotted this pair of sneakers which I thought would look really good on you...so I bought them for you...Let’s take off your shoes and put these on instead, okay? Just grab onto me.“

You change your shoes. 

*Rustle rustle* 

“Those don’t hurt?“

You nod.

“I see...I’m glad to hear that...“

He reaches out one hand to go.

*Rustle* 

“Come on...Mmh, exactly. Let’s hold hands so you don’t trip?“

You grab hold of his hand.

“Well then...Let’s go, Eve? ...Don’t let go of my hand, okay?“

You walk away hand-in-hand.

ーー THE END ーー