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[betweenstorms]

Chapter 2/2 of Skin Of Thunder Veins Of Longing (previous chapter) (next chapter) (masterlist) Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader

“I never wanted this, but now I can’t remember what it feels like not to want you. It’s more than want—it’s a need that crawls beneath my skin, and I’m drowning in it, in you.”

The cantina buzzed with the low murmur of personnel on break, the clatter of cutlery against metal trays filling the air.

Task Force 141 had claimed a corner table, where Soap and Gaz tucked into their meals with the enthusiasm of men who rarely had the chance to eat without interruption. Ghost sat across from them, his body language as closed off as ever.

He wasn’t there for the food, he never was, more out of the bond of camaraderie that held them together. His hazel eyes, hidden behind the balaclava, constantly scanned the room, his body never quite relaxing even in these moments of downtime.

And then, like clockwork, his gaze caught on someone again—you.

You were standing near the entrance, talking with a small group of senior HR officers, the tablet in your hand clutched like a lifeline. Your yellow-and-black striped sweater looked absolutely ridiculous with the tacky silver charms on it's collar.

Ghost’s jaw clenched involuntarily at the sight. You looked like a bloody bumblebee, buzzing around like an insect he couldn’t swat away. Always on the periphery, always distracting him.

He didn’t understand how or why, but no matter where he was on the base, his eyes seemed to find you, like clockwork.

It was as if you existed on a different frequency, a subtle hum beneath the noise, always drawing him in. It didn’t matter if it was across a crowded room or a passing glance in the hall, somehow you were always there, threading through his sharp awareness like a shadow he couldn’t outrun. Deep down he knew that he would be able to pick you out of any crowd, no matter how large, no matter how far. Among a million faces, yours would be the one to pull him in, as if some unspoken gravity bound you to him.

An invisible force he longed for but was wary of at the same time.

Soap, who had been watching his lieutenant with that sharp, teasing edge of his, didn’t miss a beat. He nudged Gaz with his elbow, a smirk already forming on his lips. “Aye, look at this. Caught him in the act again. Can’t seem to help yourself, can ya, Lt.?”

Gaz let out a barely disguised chuckle, passing it off as a cough.

Ghost tore his eyes from you, irritation flashing across his face beneath the balaclava as his icy gaze fixed on Soap. “Got nothin’ better to do than run your gob?” he said, the warning in his tone crystal clear. Soap wasn’t about to back down, though.

“If you’re gonna keep starin’, might as well do somethin’ ‘bout it.”

Before Ghost could fire back, the sergeant leaned back in his chair, calling across the room.

“Oi, HR assistant! Yeah, you, in the rank sweater. Fancy joinin’ us?”

You paused mid-conversation, clearly caught off guard.

You glanced back at your seniors, who gave you a quick nod of approval before you started making your way over to the men at the corner table. There was a noticeable uncertainty in your steps, heels clicking slowly on the linoleum floor as you approached, holding your tablet in front of you like a shield.

By the time you reached their table, your cheeks had bloomed into a soft, rosy hue—whether from embarrassment or nerves, Ghost couldn’t quite tell. His instinct was to bolt, to disappear into the shadows where he belonged, to let the ground swallow him whole before your eyes could lock onto his. But instead, he held his ground, as always. He met your gaze with a steady stare, but beneath the facade, he felt an unsettling pull, like a tremor beneath stone.

He immediately tensed as you neared, the soft, sweet scent of your perfume, something floral he couldn’t quite place, cutting through the sterile air of the room. The fragrance wrapped around him, and it took all his control not to react.

“Afternoon, sirs,” you greeted them, your voice polite, though tinged with the awkwardness of someone out of their element. “Is there something you needed from me?”

Soap, with his usual lack of formality, waved a dismissive hand through the air. “Drop that formal bullshit, will ya? Sit down and join us for a bit. Take a load off, yeah?”

Your brows furrowed slightly, clearly unsure of what to make of the invitation.

“I don’t wanna impose,” you mumbled, eyes darting between them.

“Not a chance,” Gaz said with an easy smile. “C’mon, take a seat.”

You hesitated for a moment, eyes shifting nervously to Ghost, who remained silent, his gaze unreadable behind the mask. However, when Gaz—ever the gentleman—pulled out the chair next to him, you finally relented and sat down, placing your tablet carefully on the table. You glanced around at them, still blushing deeply, uncertainty palpable as you adjusted the sleeves of your sweater.

Soap leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “So, how’s HR treatin’ ya? Keepin’ you busy, assistant?”

You blinked at him, then shook your head, feeling the flush of embarrassment rise again.

“Actually, it's Dizzy,” you corrected softly, your voice almost apologetic. “I mean, everyone calls me that around here so…” You paused, glancing away for a second. “Silly nickname, I know.”

Soap gave a quick nod, flashing a smirk. “Dizzy, eh? Why’s that?”

“I guess it stuck because I’m kinda, well... all over the place,” you said with a sheepish smile, shrugging lightly. “But, I don’t mind it. Dizzy kinda suits me, in a weird way.”

Dizzy.

It really suited you, Ghost thought, in a way he couldn’t quite explain. There was something in the way you moved, like a leaf caught in a restless breeze, always spinning, never still, as if it was a dance only you could perform. But it wasn’t just your movements—it was the way you seemed to orbit around things that didn't care about you, never quite touching down, always slightly out of sync, like a distant star flickering in the wrong sky.

“And how’s life in the paperwork jungle, Dizzy girl? Herdin’ officers and keepin’ the place in line I s’pose?” Soap asked, circling back to his original question.

You managed a small, nervous smile at his teasing, though your fingers still fidgeted slightly with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Yeah, busy enough I guess,” you replied, trying your best to keep your tone light. “But I doubt it’s as busy as what you all deal with.”

Your eyes flicked toward Ghost for a split second, as if seeking his reaction. However, when you caught sight of him staring intently, his body rigid, you quickly looked away, the tension radiating off of him clearly palpable. The air seemed to thicken between the group, and Ghost couldn’t help the flash of irritation that ran through him. He was this close to rip Soap’s head off his thick neck for making the situation this awkward for all of them.

The idea of making a quick exit was appealing, but he couldn’t leave now, not with you sitting at their table.

Soap, though, seemed to revel in the pure awkwardness of the situation, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair. “Ach, you’re doin’ fine, lass. Just relax. We’re not interrogatin’ ya,” he teased, a playful edge to his hoarse voice.

You huffed nervously, your eyes dropping to your hands resting in your lap. “Yeah, I know, but—well, no offence, but you’re all a bit intimidating up close.”

Soap’s laugh rang out, sharp and loud, sounding almost like a dog’s bark. He leaned forward as if gearing up to make things even more uncomfortable. “Intimidating? Us? Aye, you’ve no idea, Dizzy girl.”

Ghost rolled his eyes beneath the mask, the irritation creeping up his spine. Soap was pushing it, and the lieutenant’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t need this kind of circus at their table. He’d rather be anywhere else than stuck in the middle of this nonsense.

His cold gaze flicked toward you, catching you nervously wringing your hands and looking like you wanted to disappear into the floor, watching how you fumbled through the unbearable awkwardness Soap had caused. A kindred spirit, Ghost thought. The whole scene was starting to grate on him too. He barely tolerated small talk on a good day, and this was worse. Far worse.

Gaz, also noticing your discomfort, was quick to step in, trying to salvage the situation.

“Don’t mind him,” he said with a lazy half-smirk, his tone softening even more as he turned toward you. “Johnny’s all bark, no bite.”

His voice held a comforting warmth, like he was genuinely trying to put you at ease.

“No, it’s okay, really,” your voice held a slight tremor of nervous humour, your eyes flicking towards Soap. “I probably need to get used to the teasing anyway. That’s what my dad would say. Toughen up, kid. Don’t let it get to you.” You paused, imitating your father's deep voice for a beat, as if weighing whether to continue, but then added, “He was military too, you know. Retired now. This job is sort of my way of… making him proud, I guess.”

Your words seemed to hang in the air, the lightness in your tone contrasting the sincerity of your confession. It had an effect none of them expected. Soap’s grin faltered slightly, Gaz’s relaxed posture straightened as he glanced over at Ghost. Even the lieutenant, usually unreadable behind his mask, seemed to tense immediately in a way that was different from his usual stoicism. For the first time, Ghost’s sharp gaze softened as he took in your words.

It was obvious that you hadn’t meant to drop something so personal, but now it was out there, hanging in the air like a thick fog.

The silence dragged on, fragile as glass, so you laughed awkwardly, realising the unintended weight of your words and trying to ease the tension. “Yeah, sorry, I’m oversharing again, aren’t I? It’s, uh, kind of a bad habit of mine. Sorry.”

The stillness finally broke with Soap’s snort of amusement. He crossed his arms, his piercing eyes flicking pointedly to your sweater. “Oversharin’? Nah, that’s not the problem, lass. It’s the fashion choices, really. That sweater alone is enough to make anyone talk.”

His tone was playful, but Ghost could feel the subtle shift in your demeanour. As if you were trying to keep up with them, but Soap wasn’t making it easy.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you muttered. “I guess I don’t exactly fit the military aesthetic, huh?”

Another long silence settled between the four of them, thick and suffocating, and Ghost found himself pulled unwillingly into the depths of his own past. A military family—he never would have pegged you for that. It stirred something in him, something dark and tangled, a knot of memories he had buried long ago.

His thoughts swirled, a dark storm gathering at the edges of his mind, memories like shattered glass cutting through him. He didn’t want to think about it—his pitiful childhood home, the chaos, the bruises that marked his mother’s skin like silent screams, the uncontained, blind rage in his father’s dull eyes.

The mention of your dad had stirred something deep within him, old wounds reopening with the faintest touch.

The memories rose like black water, threatening to pull him under, but he refused to go there. Not again. Not now. His eyes flickered toward you, and for a moment, he fixated on the faint scent of your perfume, sweet and delicate, imagining what it would be like to drown in you instead. He could fill his lungs with you, let you consume him, swallow him whole. And he would let you do that.

You were already under his skin anyway.

Then, out of the blue, you spoke and the gasping for air stopped.

“Uhm, I’ve got a meeting soon,” you said, checking the time on your tablet. Your voice was steady but hinted at your eagerness to leave. “I should probably head out.”

But Soap wasn’t going to let you go that easily. “Don’t tell me you’re leavin’ just cause Lt. here’s givin’ you the silent treatment.”

The comment earned him a threatening glare from Ghost, who sat rigid, his patience with this entire interaction nearly depleted. He was already annoyed with Soap’s relentless teasing and the way the whole situation was spiralling into awkwardness. But now, the suggestion that you would leave because of him—that was a step too far.

You blinked, fingers tightening around the tablet. “Oh no, it’s not that, no…” you quickly reassured, your eyes flickering nervously toward Ghost.

The way you said it, like you were afraid you might upset him, made something twist in his gut. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as the reason you were uncomfortable and Soap making him the villain in this little social debacle. His razor-thin patience finally snapped, his low, gravelly voice cutting through the tension like a blade, carrying an edge of finality.

“Don’t let Johnny distract you.”

It wasn’t much, but to you, it was an escape.

Ghost’s words gave you the out you needed. The moment he spoke, you seized the opportunity, offering him a small, grateful smile as you rose from your chair. Relief washed over your features, though you tried to keep it composed.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” you whispered softly.

Gaz, already halfway through another bite of his food, waved you off with a quick nod, his attention quickly returning to his plate.

Soap, on the other hand, wasn’t done. He called after you as you turned to leave. “Don’t be a stranger, Dizzy girl. Next time, wear a new sweater. Maybe somethin’ with polka dots, eh?”

Ghost watched you slip away, his eyes narrowing, tracing the delicate arch of your movement like a lonely shadow chasing the sun. You moved as if the world bent around you. The space between you stretched, and yet it felt as though you were still there next to him, threading through his awareness, brushing against the edges of his thoughts like a whisper he couldn’t quite catch. You were like a ghost of your own, drifting just out of reach, and he couldn’t help but feel the tug of something raw and unnameable within him.

“Well, that was fun,” Soap quipped, his grin widening as he turned to his lieutenant. “You’re a real charmer, Lt. Could barely keep the wee bee from buzzin’ off, eh?”

Ghost’s eyes snapped to Soap, sharp as the crack of gunfire, and in that moment, Soap knew. Oh, how he knew that if he let another word escape his mouth, there would be nothing on this earth that could stop his lieutenant from putting him six feet under.

The weight of that silent threat hung heavy in the air, like a blade poised just above his neck.

Soap, wise enough to catch the flicker of warning, quickly clamped his mouth shut, his playful bravado dissolving under the coldness in Ghost’s gaze. He lowered his head, pretending to find his lunch suddenly fascinating, chewing as if he hadn’t just tossed a match onto the fragile tinder of his lieutenant’s restraint.

But even as he bit into his food, Soap couldn’t help but smirk beneath his feigned ignorance.

He had seen something, something Ghost would never admit aloud—well, not yet, anyway. A forming soft spot, the Achilles tendon of his cold heart, if the lieutenant even believed he could have such a thing. And you were the epicentre of that shift, the silent pull that had drawn Ghost’s focus more than any battlefield ever could.

Maybe, when the storm had passed and Ghost finally stopped fighting whatever it was rising inside him, he’d thank Soap. Maybe, just maybe, he’d appreciate this well-intentioned, if disastrously timed, intervention.

But for now, Soap would stay quiet, as the air between them bristled with the raw, unspoken tension Ghost wasn’t ready to face.

“The ache of you is relentless, a burn in me I can’t put out. I try to steady myself, to pull away, but the way you look at me is enough to tear me open, to leave me standing here, dizzy with everything I would never say.”

Skin of Thunder Chapters

[ankouartheadcannons]

• Name: Echo

• Species: Sinner Demon

• Gender & Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

• Sexuality: That's a toddler so no thank you

• Description: Echo is about the size of a human toddler not counting her ears. Her fur is a mix of dark purple , lighter purple , and pink besides white dots over her eyes and a white chin . She has fluffy , shoulder length white hair. Her appearance is more like an old world bat , but she also has large rounded ears more like a New Word Leaf Nosed Bat. About a quarter way down her arms her arms turn into bat wings with short fingers. Her wing membrane is covered in white speckles resembling stars.

She wears a sleeveless pink dress with a short sleeved white blouse underneath.

• Occupation: Kinda just. Trying to survive.

• Cause of Death: Stabbed by her mother and left for dead in the forest behind their home. Unfortunately Echo lived long enough after the stabbing that her three year old brain started to blame herself and think that she was being abandoned for something she did. Due to the damage the wound did she's not very able to speak.

• Location of X: In the dip just above the area where her collar bone connects at the front of neck. It's hidden by the button on her blouse.

• Powers: echo location , very , very wobbly gliding ; enhanced hearing

• Personality: A bit timid , but very sweet once she gets to know you. She can be quite curious and likes to watch what other people do. She has really bad abandonment issues as well and doesn't do well being left alone for long periods of time

• Likes: Rosie , fruit juices , fruit in general , being held , toys

• Dislikes: the exterminations , sharp objects , especially knives ; blood , being alone

Art :

Format from @the-maddened-hatter

( @bumblebee-chimera @cookieclimax @the-maddened-hatter More things on the baby are here.)

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Alicia Spinnet

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

Dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna Lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Luna

Molly x Arthur Weasley

Bill x Fleur

Draco x Astoria

Angelina x Alicia

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

[wendigonamecaller]

Masterlist..

Hazbin Hotel discord [ READ THE RULES.] (Non-official)

Requests are open <3

Fandoms:

Hazbin Hotel

-Alastor

Piercing Provocation (18+!!)

Lady in white description.

ONE MORE HIT.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

-Husk

-Angel Dust (platonic)

-Lucifer Morningstar

-Charlie Morningstar (platonic)

-Vaggie (platonic)

-Vox

-Velvette

-Carmilla Carmine

-Zestial

-Rosie

(Disclaimer: I will NOT be writing for Valentino x reader/oc, or Katie Killjoy or Tom Trench. I also do not write for Canon x Canon ships, and that goes for all fandoms.)

Supernatural.

-Sam Winchester

-Dean Winchester

-Castiel

-Lucifer

-Crowley

-Rowena

Undertale (Ut, Uf, Us, Mt, Mf, Dt, Ff.)

-Sans (I do not write romantic scenarios for US sans.)

-Papyrus (I do not write romantic scenarios for UT Pap.)

-Toriel (parental)

-Asgard (parental)

-Frisk (platonic)

-Chara (platonic)

-Flowey (platonic)

-Grillby

-Gaster

-Metaton (platonic)

Transformers (Bayverse, Knightverse.)

-Opimus Prime

-Ratchet

-Ironhide

-Bumblebee

-Drift

-Crosshairs

What will I write?

Simple, I'll write almost anything. I focus mainly on darker fics because that's what I'm good at, which means smut and yandere themes are totally on the table. HOWEVER. I will NOT write scat, incest, or anything like that. I also do not write for furry readers, I tried once and I'm just not good at it. I do write BDSM themes, as well as sadomasochism and Dom/Sub dynamics. Keep in mind I am 19 and fixing to apply to uni, on top of looking for work, so please be patient.

Commissions?

Writing commissions are OPEN. If interested, dm me for more information, my online and available hours are [2pm - 1:30am EST] (Subject to change.)

Heir(ess) [Kai Anderson x oc] BEING REWRITTEN!!

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[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Sunday Dinner (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: It's a warm spring night and one of your close family friends has invited you and Calvin for dinner where you learn that some family roots run deep

Warnings: Family history, mentions of birth and parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Notes: I got the idea for this from one of my favorite children's books, "Chicken Sunday" by Patricia Pollaco. I found it in a bookshop a few weeks ago and this little idea had popped into my head.

You and Calvin couldn't have been more excited at Henny's dinner invitation. Cal's mother and father would have come, however Six-Thirty and Rosie were needed at home, the puppies still new to the world and needing constant attention from their parents.

You and Calvin headed up the steps of the old red-brick Victorian that belonged to Henny and Paul King, her climbing roses and the bougainvillea in full bloom and alive with the constant buzzing of bumblebees.

You rang the doorbell and were met with the sound of barking from Curly, her little black Scottish terrier. "Curly get it on outta here!" Henny ordered loudly. "Go chase the rats outta the garbage cans or somethin."

Curly shuffled aside and zoomed up the stairs. "Well, well look who decided to show on up!" she laughed as she opened the storm door.

"Hi Henny," you both greeted, hugging her warmly.

"Come on in," she said. "We've got alot of work to do before dinnertime. Cal, if ya'll want, you can put Ellen in the living room with Betsy and Ruby. Paul should be back in a little while."

Ellen was put in the playpen with Henny's granddaughters so they could play together. As soon as Paul was home, he and Calvin retreated to their secret little hideaway to work on some sort of afternoon project, leaving you and Henny to handle Sunday dinner prep.

"So what's on the menu Henny?" you asked.

"Just a little family tradition honey," she answered. "A little something my Grandmama used to call 'Chicken Sunday.'"

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh," said Henny. "That was her thing, she'd never miss a church service nor did she miss Sunday dinner. And if we dared to even miss one Sunday dinner with the family, she'd threaten to beat us blue."

You made a face at the image that had suddenly popped into your head. "Sounds like she was real strict."

"Oh she was," Henny explained. "Only because she knew what it was like to have been in a family that was split up. All she ever wanted in life was for us all to stick together. Didn't always happen, but we tried our best."

"I'm sorry Henny," you said, feeling a little sad.

"Oh don't be sorry honey, it ain't anybody's fault," Henny assured you. "It's just the way it was. Now, if ya'll don't mind helpin me a second, we need to head out back and gather some stuff outta the garden."

Excitement flared within you at the notion. Henny's garden was legendary and the envy of every neighborhood shrew who just didn't have the green thumb.

"Go on now honey child, it's best if you take your shoes off," Henny told you, leaving her own near the kitchen door. "That's what spring and summer were made for."

You laughed a little, leaving your shoes next to Henny's. The garden looked absolutely gorgeous, everything so green and having grown so tall. The wildflowers were everywhere with bees flitting from one to the other while the vegetables had grown tall and ripe with peppers, tomatoes, onions, beans, turnips, cabbages, lettuces, carrots, cucumbers and all sorts of herbs and spices. The strawberries were already beginning to grow ripe along with Henny's berry bushes but the hazelnuts still had a bit of a ways to go. The sunshine and the heat of early afternoon had made everything perfect, as perfect as a Sunday could be.

"So what are we gathering Henny?" you asked her.

"Well," Henny answered. "First we're gonna need some fresh garlic and the potatoes. Then we're gonna need broccoli and collards for the sides."

You and Henny set about, gathering whatever it was you needed from the garden. A warm breeze blew by, the windchimes gently clanging in the breeze while the birds sang and the smells of her garden wafted up your nose. You gathered as much of the broccoli and the collard greens as you could pick, the greens themselves already up to your knees.

"Aw honey that should be enough," Henny told you. "Don't let your basket get overfilled now."

Once everything had been gathered, you and Henny went right back into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

"Now this," she said, removing the chicken legs and thighs from the fridge. "Was Grandmama's secret. She'd let the meat brine overnight in buttermilk and then roll it in all the flour with the herbs and spices from her garden."

"Because when it soaks overnight, the brine is absorbed into the meat and chemical reactions occur that allow the flavors to lock in," you explained.

Henny smiled and shook her head with her hands on her hips. "That is your husband talking for sure," she laughed.

You laughed with her as you set to prepping the rest of the food. "So this was Grandmama's tradition huh?" you said, chopping up the garlic.

"Mmmhmm," Henny nodded. "She started it after she got her freedom. She opened up a little corner restaurant in Savannah and ran the place almost fifty years, right up through the Depression. She was real business savvy you know. She had a wealthy oilman come through her joint once and had said that if he could, he would've offered her a job, but Grandmama told him outright that if he did, nobody would be able to run the place and the food would be no good."

You laughed a little as Henny told you more stories about her grandmother and the little hole-in-the-wall place that her and her husband had run for almost fifty years. "Must've been a hell of a place."

"Oh it was honey," Henny said, chopping up the collards. "It was good cookin and good company. Everybody in the place looked forward to Chicken Sundays 'cause sometimes it was all they could afford."

"It was?"

"Uh-huh," Henny replied. "Times were tough in Georgia and there wasn't alot for anybody. Grandmama had to work with what she had and selling her chicken dinners and meals in general, were what paid the bills."

As soon as the chicken had been put in the hot pan of olive oil to fry, you let the potatoes boil and the collards cook away. Into the oven went the airy scratch rolls, all coated with flour and the whole kitchen smelling delicious.

When the dinner hour finally came, you, Calvin and Henny's family all gathered out on the porch, the warm, sunny weather too perfect to be trapped inside. The food was delicious as always with Paul having broken out a bottle of the house white for everyone to share.

"Henny, you and (y/n)really outdid yourselves," Calvin remarked. "Best dinner ever."

"Just you wait till next week," Henny told him. "We'll be doin spaghetti and meatballs if you're up for it."

You and Calvin met each other's gazes with that mischievous look in your eyes, not forgetting the last time you and him had been invited to a spaghetti dinner at Henny and Paul's.

[kermit-ydafrog]

Starting my own Hazbin Hotel AU and so here are my OC's

PS: There Gacha self is the Og look I just draw them by memory and some of the drawings have tons of error which colors are out of line or the correction tape because the ball pen got out of line and Still new at drawing hands TvT

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Full Name: Max L.(Lillian) Vedasto

Nickname: Maxy(By Nate), Shortcake(By Adam),Fluff ball(By Emily)

Age: 24

Sexuality: Gay, Asexual

Pronounce: He/They

Died By: Su\c/de(Jumping off a building)

Occupation: Caretaker of Children who has passed

Close to: Adam(Bf), Lute, Emily, Hazbin Hotel Staff, Sally Mae, Nathan(Cousin), Henry, Falisha, Egg Bois, Sir Pentious

Personality: Shy, Flirty(If he wants to be, Calm, Quiet, Oblivious, Clumsy

Likes: Cuddles, Library, Playing with Children, Hamsters, Playing his Piano, Singing, Stuff Animals, Sweaters, Cross Dressing(Mostly Pink, Skirts, Dress,Gowns)

Dislikes: Homophobic, Father, Bumblebees, Adam's Inappropriate talking, Disrespecting Woman

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Full Name: Nathan James A.(Alejandro) Vedasto

Nickname: Nate(By Himself), Danger Dick(By Adam), Darling(By Velvette)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronounce: They/Them

Died By: Su/c/de(Drowning)

Occupation: Guardian

Close to: Max(Cousin), Vox, Velvette(Gf), Henry, Hazbin Hotel Staff, Adam(Mid), Lute(Mid), I.M.P, Sally Mae, Falisha, Zeezi

Personality: Extrovert, Overprotective, Clumsy, Loud, Doesn't Care, Lazy, Funny

Likes: Jokes(Dad Jokes, Knock,Knock Jokes, etc), Pranks, Pancakes, Cross Dressing, Getting Drunk, Parties

Dislikes: Adam(Mid), Lute(Mid), Sera, Valentino, Someone hurting his love ones, someone getting way too close to Velvette, Hurting someone he cares for, loosing someone, Can't Protect someone

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Full Name: Henry A.(Asher) Adam

Nickname: Hen(By Nate)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight-Ally

Pronounce: He/Him

Died By: War

Occupation: Announcer

Close to: Vox(Older brother), Max, Nate, Emily, Falisha, Sally Mae, Hazbin Hotel Staff, Velvette, Rosie

Personality: Childish, Funny, Serious(At times), Careful, Gentleman, Scaredy Cat

Likes: Antiques, Suits, Rosie, Slow Dancing, Tea, Crosswords, Sudoku, Word Jumble, Puzzles, Rubic Cube

Dislikes: Loosing Vox, Thunderstorms, Snapping Turtles, Snakes, Grasshoppers, Manipulation, Getting Angry

[glystenangel]

Bathroom Rendezvous

Himbo!Yuji x Confident&Afab!Reader (Modern AU) Oneshot

summary: yuji runs into his longtime crush at a halloween party, and he finds out you like him back

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, everyone in this is aged up obvs, treating wounds trope, blowjob (m receiving), raw and penetrative seggs in a bathroom that isnt yours, like alot of fucking, small mentions of blood, makin outtt, yuji being shy and obsessively horny, from HIS POV for ur pleasure, dirty talk (lots of praise), some begging, confessions, straight up smut with v little plot - a dash if you will

~3.7k words

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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Yuji had been too rough.

Thanks to his carelessness, his knee is scraped and covered in dirt from the backyard. It had been a momentary lapse in judgment, with him thinking that he could wrestle Megumi’s giant dogs without any problems. Honestly, it was on him for opting for a firefighter costume that was essentially neon striped boxers, matching suspenders, and a red plastic shell hat.

“Dude, I told you.” Megumi holds back his dogs, clasping his hands in front of their fluffy chests as Yuji dusts himself off with a laugh. It’s a pretty comical sight, with Megumi in grim reaper attire and his two canines sporting respective bumblebee and ladybug costumes.

“It’s cool. We had fun, didn’t we?” Yuji pats each dog’s head, and they happily pant in return.

Megumi rolls his eyes, and Yuji snickers before jogging back to Nobara's house.

He calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go check the bathroom for a band aid.”

Megumi hardly hears him as he fails to chastise his dogs, shaking his head while they obliviously lick their disapproving owner’s face.

Yuji slides the glass door behind him, saying a cheerful hi! when he passes Nobara and Maki as they dance past him and into the living room. He tuts to himself as he goes down the hall, glancing down at his wound every few steps. He finds the bathroom shortly, and pumps his fist when there’s no line and he can easily turn the bronze knob. 

“Hey!”

Shit.

He sees you, poised in front of the mirror with a lip gloss wand and bracing a hand against the sink edge. You look adorable in your fairy costume, with glitter sparkling on your dress and iridescent wings hanging off of your back. Shoulder straps keep them hoisted up, and they accentuate the enticing curve of your tits as shimmery fabric spreads across them. Your back is arched and the cute shape of your ass pokes out as you tiptoe closer to get a good view of yourself in the mirror.

He feels stupid catching his own face in the mirror, standing in the open doorway with a stunned expression on his face. The only word for it is dumbstruck. He’s all wide copper eyes and parted lips, and his rosy colored eyebrows are slightly raised in surprise. The hat he was wearing had slipped behind his head, hanging between his shoulders by the thin elastic of the costume piece. 

“Shit, my bad. Sorry.” He quickly says, embarrassment tensing his neck.

Before he can take a step back, he’s greeted by the amused tinkling of your laughter.

“Oh, it’s just you! It’s cool, come on in Yuji. I’m just touching up my makeup.”

It’s just you? Your exclamation instantly worries him, what did you mean by that? 

“You sure?” He asks, cracking the door open an inch wider.

At the same time, the bass from the music blasts into the hallway, and you tilt your head in confusion.

“Close the door! I can’t hear you!” You call out, and Yuji shuts the door behind him, the cool wood brushing against the back of his fingers.

“I just need to wash my leg real quick. Megumi’s dogs got me pretty good.” He says apologetically, gesturing to the faucet.

You whip your head back at him from the news, snapping your tube of lip gloss shut.

“Oh my god, what? Here, let me help. Nobara’s got a first aid kit in here somewhere.” You open the mirror to reveal the medicine cabinet behind it, rummaging through the content. 

Pill bottles and q-tips are scattered along the shelves, clicking against each other as you rearrange everything in your search. Yuji hardly notices the noise, only staring at the hem of your dress riding up your thighs. They dig a line into the tender flesh, and he wants so badly to know what they would look like bruised with his fingertips instead.

“Alright, here we go.” Yuji attempts to look mildly interested in the small red plus signed box you bring over. He already forgot what he was here for. 

“Go ahead and clean your leg, I can patch you up after.”

Oh, right.

Yuji does as told, taking off his hat and setting it on the edge of the sink. Soon, you’re staring at his shin to examine the damage. Squinting as you stand, you click open the plastic to check for any applicable cure, and then you do the unthinkable.

You kneel down in front of him.

Yuji’s mind is racing.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Your hands float over the bloodied skin, and he can feel the warmth of your breath ghosting over his knee.

“Y-yeah.” He nods, mentally beating himself up for stuttering.

Of course, you pretend you don’t notice, giving him an angelic smile instead of teasing him for it. You were always so nice to him. He knew he was a bit of an idiot sometimes, but he honestly just liked being enthusiastic about what life had to offer him and making sure his loved ones were smiling. He liked himself enough to have a good amount of confidence, and working out helped, but whenever you were around he couldn’t help but lose his cool. You were everything he ever liked about the world, so supportive in your kind acts and prettier than anything he’d ever laid eyes on. You were funny as hell too, exchanging jokes with him until you were both tearing up. Honestly, Yuji just held a natural affinity for you. He liked you happy, sad, angry, imperfect. It didn’t matter, you were still what his heart wanted until it stopped beating. He took any chance he could to talk to you and watch your eyes light up, although he never had quite the guts to invite you out on a date.  

Now, you were literally on your knees in front of him, and he had fucking stuttered.

Get it together man. He chides, drifting his gaze from your shiny lips to your eyes. They appear a bit bigger staring up at him like that, and he feels his jaw tense when he rotates it in thought. 

“This might hurt a little, okay?” The concerned intonation nearly makes him laugh. You really have no idea how much he does not care. He would let you do anything you wanted to him.

“Okay.” Yuji says, trusting you completely.

“Hold still.”

You cautiously dab at the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and he grits his teeth at the sting. However slight the motion is, you seem to detect it.

“You really need to be more careful.” You tsk, a small pout on your lips as you place a hand on the back of his knee to steady him. The space between your eyebrows becomes scrunched as you concentrate on the task at hand, and the bathroom is so quiet it gives Yuji far too little stimuli to distract him. Even the music from the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the house isn’t anything more than a whisper.

Yuji can’t even reply, he’s fighting to not think dirty thoughts about you as your nails graze the skin of his leg. Any time you make some reassuring comment about his scrape, he just nods and hollowly agrees with you. He’s afraid to say anymore, saliva keeps flooding his tongue with want, and he can sense hot blood rushing down his body any time you grip his leg a bit tighter.

With a flourish, you peel off the waxy paper of a band aid and secure it to his cut.

“Okay, done!” You look up at him again, and the beam on your face tempts him into desiring unspeakable things. 

Things that would wipe that adorable expression off of your face, leave you trembling, and streaked with tears.

Fuck. Fuck. You were too pretty and being so lovely to him, he was going crazy. He likes you so much that this perfectly normal situation is killing him inside.

“Oh, almost forgot!” You intake a gasp, and he takes a break from his shameful thoughts to dumbly look at you.

“What?”

To his surprise, you bend down further and kiss the band aid you had just placed onto his skin. His cheeks immediately flame, and he clasps his hands over his front to subtly push down his growing boner. 

Yuji doesn’t have time to fix his face before you sit back on your haunches and peer up at him again.

Embarrassment tinges your features, and you pat the bandaid again with your fingertips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. That’s what my parents used to do and it became a habit of mine too.”

“No! No, that’s totally fine. I just-” Yuji rakes a stressful hand through his hair, and then a heavy sigh escapes him as he searches your face.

“You’re just- Fuck, it’s…you’re just so pretty I don’t know what to do.”

The admission widens your eyes, and the air thickens between you.

“Then…” You begin, raising yourself on your knees again and prying Yuji’s hands apart.

The head of his cock presses against the cheap fabric of his costume, and he bites his lip at your eyelashes fluttering at the sight. Your breaths are light, skating over the thin barrier between you and the leaking tip of his dick. 

Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, your eyes demurely find his, “Mind if I take care of this too?”

Oh, yes.

“Could you?” He tilts his head, slowly finding his confidence again now that he knows you want him too.

He plays with some of your hair in his fingers, and when you close your eyes to savor the feeling he can’t wait to grip fistfuls of it. 

“Of course.” You say, the confirmation gliding over your lips.

Your eyes are still closed, and you tell him again, more softly this time as his thumb drags over your bottom lip.

“Of course.”

Yuji takes in a shallow breath, and he cups your face in his hands as you pleadingly paw at the back of his pants. Your chin is now grazing the tented material of his pants and your eyes are fixated on his. They’re filled with more need than he imagined they would be, and he can feel the spit traveling down your throat when you gulp at his hands on your cheeks. 

“Go ahead.”  He encourages, shrugging his suspenders off of his shoulders, “I want you to.”

You straighten up, tentative hands roaming around his waistband before tugging it down the middle. His costume pools at his ankles, and his cock slaps against his lower abs after being released.

His balls are nestled in coarse, pink hair, and the head of his cock is dark mauve and swollen with want. The rest of his length is a beige shade and twitching all the way up to the tip, where his slit is already oozing with pearlescent drops of slick precum. They dribble down and rest where the head of his cock flares out. He might cum just from taking in the hungry way you’re staring at his hardness.

“Oh, you’re pretty too.” You boldly yet carefully fist his cock with a breathless laugh, the veiny length throbbing against your palm. 

The action elicits shivers in Yuji, and he hopes you do more than touch him. You shift in your seat, getting comfortable and unfurling your tongue. Yuji likes the wet, flat shape of it, and he braces himself as the ridges slide between your fingers before you bring his cock up to your mouth.

You swirl your thumb over the leaking hole on the top, and then bend your head down to have your tongue follow its path, eventually licking a strip down and back up to the tip. Yuji gets goosebumps all along his arms, and his hands find the back of your head automatically as you tease him with the tip of your tongue.

On your second trip down the girth, you lap at his balls before sucking the sensitive skin over one of them into your mouth. You fondle it with your tongue, making soft sounds and then squishing it flat against your tongue and dragging it all the way back to where his precum is beginning to lewdly drip onto the floor. You’re so fucking patient, and Yuji has to fight the urge to cum right away when you languidly go over the veins of his cock over and over again. 

He has to crouch down a bit to retain any sanity he has left, and you smear your hand over the sopping tip of his cock. The rough motion forces him to wince, and you lubricate his length by twisting your slickened hand around his erection.

“Let me put it in.” He groans, pushing his hips closer to your mouth.

You kiss the tip when it accidentally bumps against the corner of your smile, and Yuji thinks he’s really going to cum when it creates a tiny, glistening thread between his cock and your cupid’s bow.

“You want it that bad?” You lick your lips to catch the translucent string, pumping him faster with both hands and sticking your tongue out to catch stray drops of his excitement. 

They land on your tongue, dotting it with just barely visible splatters of creaminess. 

“Y-yes. God, yes.” He bucks his hips erratically, letting just the tip of his cock prod at the textured surface of your tongue.

He knows he’s being needy, but he can’t help it. Nothing in his brain seems to be functioning properly, he just wants his dick fucking into your wide open mouth. He wants to stuff your throat and ensure that by the time he spurts cum into your stomach that your neatly drawn on makeup is utterly ruined.

You hum out a content sound, and then, you swallow him whole.

He can’t even fucking see for a moment, blinding pleasure flooding his body and centering where his dick is halfway down your neck. A loud curse must have let him, because his voice comes out raspy the next time he tries to talk.

“Oh my god. You are- Fucking amazing. So, so good.” He gathers your hair in his hand, and he ruts into you with wanton grunts.

“Right here is the best. It’s fucking incredible.” He facefucks you deeper, enjoying the rush of heady adrenaline that washes over him the deeper he gets, “Nice and tight. Mm.”

Obviously, you can’t say anything back, but you bob your head with clear devotion at his words and the way he shoves your head all the way down to his balls. You leave nail marks along his thighs, mascara and saline forming desperate lines down your face. He throws his head back, trying not to scream and let the other partygoers in on your dirty acts.

“Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good. I’m gonna cum soon. Ugh.” A drawn out whine leaves him, and you maintain your pace so well that his eyes roll back from the effort it takes not to cum every instant. He wants to save a lot of cum for you, you deserve at least a mouthful.

You bounce on your knees and emit cries muffled by his cock. You’re synced to each other at this point, every shaky grab of your hands on his hips or thighs matching his own behind your ears.

“You want my cum already? Come on, open. Open, open.” He shudders as his body is wracked with satisfaction, and white sears across his vision once he reels his hips back and unloads his mess of cum onto your raw tongue. Every thud of his orgasm is followed by a dribble of cum, and you gratefully gorge yourself on the sloppy trickles of cream.

Yuji watches you as he catches his breath, caressing the sides of your face as you suck at the remaining puddles of white he left on your tongue.

“I love how you taste.” You whisper, and before you can swallow the last of his cum, he puts his hand around your neck and pins you to the bathroom floor.

“Can I-?” He begins, hand hovering over the hem of your dress, but you’re nodding enthusiastically before he can even finish his question.

So, he isn’t even sorry when he pushes your dress up to your stomach and quickly flings your underwear somewhere in the bathroom.

“Sorry. I just- Is this okay?” He’s able to pause for a second, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to observe that his cock is achingly hard again. Yuji sinks his teeth into his lip as it swings over your drenched entrance, and he doesn’t waste a second when you give him an eager yes.

Your hips collide with his as he thrusts himself deep, deep inside of you. The squelch of your cunt brings him to moan, and he becomes obsessed with the repetitive sound of it when he starts mercilessly fucking into you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He’s certain that he’s going to cum in half a second.

“Yuji!” You squeal, “M-my pussy! Oh!” 

“That’s right. I’m fucking your pussy.” He growls in your ear, not stopping the consistent rhythm he pounds into your core.

Before you can scream, he kisses you, making you mewl into his mouth as he tastes the film of his leftover cum in your mouth.

“I wanna cum. Wanna cum. Now. Please, Yuji. Please.” You beg between strokes of his lips and tongue.

“I got you. Hold on.” He closes the distance between you even more aggressively, splashing your mutual precum between your bodies.

“Yuji, fuck!” You keep your eyes on the squish of his balls as they slam against the bottom of your folds, your eyelashes fluttering every time Yuji grinds forcefully into your guts. He can vaguely notice your clit sweeping against his front, and he lowers a hand to smother it with the pads of his fingers.

The pinching and rubbing of his fingertips causes you to become even wetter, and Yuji wants to help you feel this good every goddamn night. 

“You like that? Gonna cum now? Should I go faster?” He questions against your lips, nudging his nose against your cheek as he meets your watery gaze with his bronzy one.

“Mhm. Mhm!” You can’t even muster distinct words, and that makes Yuji even more keen on making you cum.

“Yeah? I’m gonna cum in your pussy. Want my cum in your pussy and your throat. Does that sound good?”

Seeing the whites of your eyes and feeling your pussy clamp harder around him is his only answer. Nonsense rolls off your tongue, and Yuji doesn’t think he could be anymore in love with you.

“I wanna cum with you.” He confesses, pumping himself through the sticky neediness of your walls.

Your lip begins quivering, and your back is arched off of the floor tiles as he plunges his cock in and out. Breaths only puff out from your lips when his hips stutter. Even so, Yuji doesn’t remove his hand from the lusty nub of your clit until you coat his cock with your climax and his own cum is spilling out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

Mindless kisses from you line Yuji’s lips, and he drinks each one in as if they are sweeter than water. 

“There you go.” The low register of his voice is soothing, but hoarse.

He slows, picking you up and settling you in his lap so that you’re off of the ground.

“Yuji.” You fondly cross your arms behind his neck, peppering the side of his jaw and neck with gentle kisses.

“Hi.” He beams, chuckling at your affection.

Yuji holds you close, encircling your waist and kissing you back.

“Everyone’s gonna know we just had sex.” You point out, and he rocks you side to side with a shrug.

“You started it, so I don’t know if you can be mad about that.”

When your mouth drops open, Yuji laughs, “Kidding, here I’ll help you clean up.”

He helps you the best he can, and by the time you’re both mostly presentable again, he just wants to bend you over and have you slobbering over his dick again.

“Okay, let’s go find everyone.” You fix his hair, and straighten his hat before you turn to grasp the doorknob.

As you crack open the door and peek down the hallway, he snakes his hand around your waist. 

“Or maybe…we can head out early?”

You shut the door haphazardly, pushing him back into the bathroom with a kiss.

“With you? Of course I do.”

Once you rush goodbyes with everyone and use some not at all believed excuse that you need a ride home, Yuji and you are sat side by side in his car to his house.

He has to constantly remind himself to not flit his vision back and forth between you and the road, but you seem to come up with the perfect solution for that.

“Hey, Yuji? Can you pull over for a sec?”

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Yuji ends up fucking you with your hands pressed against the glass of his backseat windows, in his driveway, on his kitchen counter, on his couch, and in his hallway before he finally has you on top of his thighs and filthily riding him into his mattress.

You collapse on his chest after you cum all over the base of his cock, but lift up your head when he thickly swallows and his fingers sink into the plush swell of your ass. 

“I really like you, you know that?” Yuji hopes his words come off as sincerely as they are, “Just wanna see you happy.”

Your simple response has him never wanting to let you go.

“Yuji, you make me happy.” 

The sentiment prompts him to flip you over, and he runs his hazel eyes along your beautiful and bruised form.

“Would one more time be overdoing it?” He wonders aloud, hazily admiring how your nipples perk up against his own.

You draw him nearer, your answer solidifying between his lips.

“No.”

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End Notes:

down bad!! happy halloween 🎃🧚💖

[disgusdead]

Birthday

Bumblebee x Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and Bumblebee takes you out on a nighttime drive.

*reupload

First thing when you emerge from your room, you find yourself tossed right out to the front door, catching you completely off guard. Your gang of family and friends is up and about prepping your super party before you even got into your glam attire of the day.

Normally you’d just whip out the best piece of clothing you have in your closet and go with that, but this year is something different. You have a new friend. A special companion from another planet. Another galaxy. The circumstances in which you met had been… chaotic, interesting, but the two of you clicked in a snap; like two peas in a pod. Your best friend and car mech coach, Charlie, knows him too. She’s the one who’d found him in hiding when she was young, fixed him up, and helped him get back on his feet.

And did I mention she also fought off Decepticons with Bee?

How freaking rad is that?

Presents are piled high in your arms, you have to tilt back to keep the boxes from tumbling and spilling over the floor.

Every now and then, in the midst of metallic streamers, disco lights, sloshing drinks in swaying cups, and very tight hugs, your mind wanders to your Autobot buddy, attention diverting to the window occasionally, hoping the next flash of headlights outside would be him.

Bee is away on a mission with Prime, and he promised he’d be back to celebrate your birthday with you. Even then you were still nervous. Every time he’s gone with the Autobots for duty, you start to dread. You understand if it gets the mission done he would give his life for it. You admire that about him; he is brave, courageous, loyal and devoted. So the best you can do is pray with every fiber you’re made of, to whoever listens, that he’s doing just fine. He’s Bee after all. Small he may be among his comrades, but there’s no doubt about the immense power behind his sting.

By the time the frenzy begins to bubble to a warm, buzzing end, you are rosy in the cheeks, chuckling and hugging your friends goodbye as tipsy excitement slowly mellows into frothy calm. You aren’t tired just yet, taking your time to unwind, update your social media, before climbing into bed.

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A little past midnight, as you’re finally dozing off after spending the last hour twisting and turning in the sheets, having a fistfight with consciousness, your earphones on playing your favorite playlist, something taps against your window pane, almost startling you from under your blankets. And peering into your room is a familiar face.

“Bee!” Bouncing out of bed, bolting across the room, you throw the window open. “I thought something happened. I was worried.”

The Autobot places his big metallic hand over yours on the sill, clipping together his regrets from his radio.

“Sorry. Sunshine. I am. Late.”

You rub his head. “Glad you’re back, big guy.”

He buzzes, content, and would like to invite you on a drive with him. Who are you to refuse?

You get changed, grab your jacket, and let him lower you down to the ground before climbing into his fancy Camaro ride. Bee then takes you to a vantage point that overlooks the city night scene. Highrises compete in height, streets breathe with artificial lights, cool breeze brings about metropolis air that’s somewhat smoky and crisp, invoking something nostalgic that you can’t quite place. From behind, a series of clanking and churning and hissing lets you know Bee is a seventeen-foot giant once again, and when he approaches, you notice something sitting in the middle of his palm.

“For me?” you ask, opening the proffered cardboard box to discover a miniature cake laying within, a small “Happy Birthday” sign is lodged right in the middle.

A huge grin adorns your face. “Bee, it’s so pretty. Thank you!”

“Happy Birthday. B. F. F. L.”

You don’t know how he obtained it, but you don’t question it. Bee plops down beside you as you fork into the cake, which melts in your mouth in a burst of sweetness and tartness.

“We could share this, but your kind doesn’t eat. Not our food at least.”

“It’s a good thing and a bad thing,” he says.

You chuckle and look to the sky.

Stars, no matter how brightly they burn up there, are no match for the fire of human’s excellence and vanity. Man-made brilliance calls louder than nature’s. That is somewhat true. You can barely distinguish the occasional twinkles from under all the light pollution. It makes you wonder—what it will be like to see it up close and personal in space. Maybe someday Bee would take you on a stroll to space when his duty on Earth is done.

Done…

When Earth no longer needs the Autobots, will Bee and the others be returning home to their mother-planet? Galaxies away. Will you be seeing them again? Will this war stretch on farther than what you’re able to see?

Bee notices your sudden quietness, nudges you with his elbow, nearly knocking you off balance with his strength. “I don’t think you want me to. Tickle. You.”

Giggling, you sit upright. “Don’t do that.”

This fighter of a robot enjoys head pets a lot more than you think; when you stroke the dome of his yellow head, his little antennas respond adorably, his eyes flutter closed, and he purrs, as if a kitten.

“Great job on your mission. Way to go, champ.” It became a norm; you will praise him when he returns from duty, and he will always do a little dance to celebrate, it makes you smile to no end.

Popping two thumbs up enthusiastically, he replies the usual. 

“Thank you. Sunshine.”

[fallin-4-ya]

but beautiful

But Beautiful

cedric diggory x malfoy!reader

summary: life wasn’t particularly easy being the older sister of draco malfoy, but a certain boy from hufflepuff had the power to make all her troubles melt away.

warnings: slight house shaming, brief mention of disappointed parents & i think that's it! non-voldy au! (gif is not mine, credit to owner)

words: 1.6k

part i, part ii, part iii

‘And you have to believe me when I tell you that no one could ever be as beautiful as you are at this very moment, because I could never want anyone more than I want you right now.’ -Mariella Muffarotto

There was something to be said about being a Malfoy, something y/n could not understand. With an uncommonly kind heart and an unprejudiced view on life, she saw the wizarding world as nothing but beautiful.

September 1st, 1989

Y/n walked nervously onto platform nine and three quarters with her mother, Narcissa, on one side and her father, Lucius, on the other. She looked up with pleading eyes at her parents, almost as if asking if she had to go. Her mother put her hand on her shoulder, ‘My dear, not to worry. You’ll make so many friends before you know it.’

‘Yes, y/n, your mother is right. But, don't go making friends with the wrong sort.’ Her father said with half a grin and half disgust. She shook her head, acknowledging his words. Y/n hugged her parents goodbye and headed up to the train, walking through to see most of the compartments as full. Almost at the end of the train she spotted a compartment that had two very similar looking boys who seemed nice enough. But what she didn't know is that once she opened that door, she would become best friends with two future trouble makers at Hogwarts. So, opening the door hesitantly she peeked inside

‘Hi, um, is this one full?’ Y/n stared at the two tall identical, redhead boys looking up at her.

‘Not at all.’ Said the one closest to the compartment door. ‘I’m Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley! And this is my brother George.’ He pointed to the by next to him, who smiled and sent her a wave.

‘Thanks.’ She sat down across the two. They gave her a quizzical look as she stared down at her hands, twiddling with her thumbs. The nervous energy was definitely kicking in and her mind fumbled into a much of anxiety. Her thoughts, though, were interrupted who she assumed to be Fred.

‘And you are?’

‘Oh! I’m y/n, y/n Malfoy.’ said the girl, smiling awkwardly at the two of them. ‘Sorry, guess I’m a bit nervous.’

Fred chuckled, ‘Well, not to worry y/n. This is our first year too, and with any luck will be sorted into Gryffindor.’ He smiled proudly, elbowing George.

‘Yeah, the whole lot of our family is Gryffindor. Sure, it will be the same for us.’ George pipped up. ‘What house are you hoping for?’

Y/n thought timidly to herself before answering the simple, yet complicated question. ‘Well, if I hope to live another day, then Slytherin. But I’d be happy in any house. Whatever the hat thinks is right for me.’

‘And why’s that, y/n?’ Fred asked.

‘My whole family is Slytherin. You know the type of purebloods who believe in all of the superiority nonsense. The Malfoys have been part of Slytherin house for centuries, so I guess I wouldn’t want to be a disappointment.’ She shrugged.

‘Oh.’ Whispered George knowingly, sending his brother a look. ‘Don’t get too caught up in it, y/n. We know tons of witches and wizards who were in your shoes and they all are just fine. Regardless of what house they got sorted into!’ He cooed reassuringly.

‘Anyways, Hogwarts isn’t about houses and schoolwork and nonsense like that. It’s about having fun.’ Fred said with a smirk, giving y/n a wink.

‘Good thing for both of you, I love nothing more than a bit of fun.’

The train arrived to the Hogsmeade station even more quickly than expected, or perhaps it was because Fred, George and y/n were having too much fun to realize the time passing by. The entered the Great Hall in awe because y/n’s mother and father had never told her how magnificent it really was. Her, the twins and the rest of the first-year students anxiously made their way up to the front of the room, passing older students as they went along. There stood Professor McGonagall, with a list of names and a big, old hat. She began reading off names:

‘Diggory, Cedric!’

‘Jordan, Lee!’

‘Johnson, Angelina!’

Then what seemed like a hundred names Professor McGonagall bellowed out, ‘Malfoy, Y/n!’

Y/n walked up to the wooden stool with shaky hands. Of course, she had wanted to be put in Slytherin to make her family proud, but a part of her felt like she just didn’t belong. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head gently and took a step back.

‘Hm, another Malfoy,’ the sorting hat started. ‘Much potential. Talented, no doubt. A want to please and make others happy. Courage and loyalty, but where to put you?’ Better be, Hufflepuff.’

Y/n heart dropped to the floor, yet soared at the same time. She could not comprehend the emotion she was feelings, lying somewhere between overjoyed and worried. However, a smile was plastered onto her face as she made her way to sit down at the table adorned in yellow and black.

Y/n took a set across a boy with light brown hair who had been sorted into Hufflepuff not five minutes before she did. He grinned at her. Y/n looked into gray eyes, holding warmth and promise. He extended his hand to meet hers, ‘Hi! I’m Cedric Diggory!’

Y/n took his hand and shook it, ‘I’m y/n Malfoy!’

The boy who she now knew as Cedric smiled at her, with rosy cheeks. ‘I can tell were going to be great friends!’

And great friends they did become.

The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months. Months became seasons and seasons blossomed to years. Y/n’s friendship with both the Weasley twins and Cedric Diggory were planted into little trees in which her love for Hogwarts sprouted. Two years had passed since y/n Malfoy was sorted into Hufflepuff, though it would be lying to say she didn’t get quite the earful from her parents about it.

(‘Hufflepuff!’ Lucius spat. ‘A Malfoy, in Hufflepuff. You’re an embarrassment, a disgrace!’

Her little brother giggled in the background at her great misfortune, but y/n could only be mad at one person at a time. ‘It’s not like it’s my fault!’ she hissed back, ‘It’s the bloody hat. If it’s that much of problem why don’t you take it up with the inanimate object!’)

But still, she lived. And most importantly she was happy. Y/n not only had the two most fun-loving pranksters glued to one side of her hip, but she had a kind, sweet, adorable Hufflepuff boy glued to the other. Two years had flown by and y/n’s brother, Draco, finally joined her at school. She wasn’t excited per say, they had hardly enjoyed each other’s company. Draco was his sister’s polar opposite, not to mention the constant teasing she endured from him.

Yet still, y/n accepted fate as a bull was sent into a china cabinet, simply waiting for hell to break loose. She sat at the Hufflepuff table next to Cedric as the group of first years gathered into the Great Hall. One by one, each of the new students walked up to the hat, awaiting to be sorted.

‘Malfoy, Draco!’ Professor McGonagall’s voice roared.

Cedric nudged y/n, ‘Gather that’s your brother.’

‘Yep.’ She answered simply popping the p. ‘What gave it away? The blonde hair or the last name?’ She said with a smirk.

Draco approached the sorting hat with a smug grin smeared on his face. The hat hadn’t been on his head a second before it bellowed out Slytherin.

‘Are you joking? The bloody hat barely touched him!’ y/n nearly shouted. Cedric stifled a laugh, earning him an elbow from y/n. ‘Yeah, Ced. Hysterical that my dumb brother got into my family’s dumb house while I’m sat here looking like a bloody bumblebee.’

This only sent Cedric’s head back, laughing at her. (‘You really think we look like bumblebees, y/n?’) He watched as Draco stuck his tongue out at his older sister, who in return rolled her eyes at him.

After the feast, y/n was approached by Fred and George who practically ran to meet her.

‘So now what?’ Fred said quickly.

Y/n stopped and shrugged her shoulders, ‘Now, Draco become the favorite child.’

‘The favorite child, yeah? Better him than you, I’ll say.’ George said with a hint of sarcasm, making her smile.

‘Reckon you’re right, Georgie. Besides who needs a dumb brother, when I already got the two of you already driving me crazy.’ She said ruffling both of the twin’s hair. ‘Meet you guys in the morning!’ Y/n shouted as she ran back to meet the rest of her house, joining them in the common room.

Y/n walked into a busy common room, all the students catching up with one another after summer holiday. She then spotted Cedric by the velvet sofas, as if he was waiting for her. She couldn’t remember in this moment if his eyes had always been that beautiful or if his cheeks were ever that soft. Perhaps it was the extra inches he grew over the summer or perhaps the way he finally learned how to style his hair. But whatever it was, it did not last long because y/n quickly chased away those thoughts and sat next to her friend.

‘Whatcha up to, Ced?’ y/n questioned taking a seat next him.

‘Can I ask you something, y/n?’ Cedric said suddenly, y/n nodded allowing permission for him to carry on. ‘Why do you and Draco not get along?’

She drew back slightly, Cedric was not one to ask very personal questions. He had a flare for boundaries and always knew exactly where to draw the line, especially when it came to family. She couldn’t help but to feel that he deserved an answer after being such a fierce friend over the past few years.

Y/n swallowed hard, truly thinking about how to answer him. There had been no true animosity towards the siblings, no hate or anything of the sort. They just simply didn’t get along. She sighed, ‘Not sure, guess we’re just oil and water. We’ve never been particularly fond of each other, but I think that’s because we’re both so different. Of course, I love him. But he’s also a bit of a prick, like, all the time.’

Cedric laughed softly at her words, ‘That’s a pretty good reason not to get along with someone.’

He smiled at her. Butterflies erupted from y/n’s tummy, making their way up to her throat. Surely his smile had never been that inviting or warm or beautiful. And before she could stop herself words flowed from her tongue like a waterfall, ‘We’ll always get along, right Ced?’ she said softly.

‘Of course, y/n. You know, as long as I’m not being a prick.’ He smiled and winked at her, leaving her heart more flustered than ever.

(a/n: thank you for reading!, this is part one of three, so let me know if you would like to be added to this taglist! i hope u enjoyed! sending love and positive vibes! xo-mari)

[northknot-hq]

It’s time for the costume contest voting. Below the cut you will find a list of all the characters’ costumes and an additional list for couples’ costumes (both platonic and romantic). By clicking on this link, you will be able to vote for your top three costumes in five categories. You should be voting for individuals in every category except for the couples one. Please vote by the 1st of November so the winners can be announced before the end of the event. If I’ve missed any of your characters or couples on the list, please message me via the main. Happy roleplaying!

Aalis Albrecht - Morticia Addams (Addams Family)

Adelina de Salazar - Gamora (Marvel)

Aiden Carlisle - Danny (Grease)

Alexandros Sallas - Sharkboy (Sharkboy & Lavagirl)

Ariadne Rosi - Kim Possible (Kim Possible)

Aries Stark - Medusa

Astra Grimsbane - Shego (Kim Possible)

Athena Miller - Pinata

Benjamin Cole - Jedi (Star Wars)

Caliphe Topaz - Cinderella (Cinderella/Disney)

Caleb Findlay - Johnny Castle (Dirty Dancing)

Callista Albrecht - Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Cassian Callaghan - Jedi (Star Wars)

Charlotte Monroe - Glinda (Wizard of Oz)

Christian Davies - Banksy Artwork

Clary Gooding - Wednesday Addams (Addams Family)

Eleanor Grimaldi - Jean Grey (Marvel)

Elijah Blackthorne - Eleven (Stranger Things)

Elsa Morgan - Harley Quinn (DC)

Emilia Santiago - Rose DeWitt Bukater (Titanic)

Erik Blackthorne - Joker (DC)

Everett Moore - Pugsley Addams (Addams Family)

Halliwell Brookes - Baby (Dirty Dancing)

Hecate Black - Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.)

Illiris Delphine - Ariel (The Little Mermaid)

Iris Belmont - Sarah Sanderson (Hocus Pocus)

Isabella Santiago - Pink Power Ranger (Power Rangers)

Juliet Robinson - Sandy (Grease)

Kinsey Simons - Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Laurel Parks - Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Lettie Cunningham - Bumblebee

Lilith Aine - Mary Sanderson (Hocus Pocus)

Louis Byers - Wolverine (Marvel)

Maggie Drakos - Zarina the Pirate Fairy (Tinkerbell)

Mariza Tanner - Devil

Miles Greenwood - Jack Dawson (Titanic)

Mini Mink - Eric (The Little Mermaid)

Natalie Dawson - Lavagirl (Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Noah Greenwood - Iron Man (Marvel)

Nova Blackthorne - Flapper

Olivia Bancroft - Dorothy (Wizard of Oz)

Orlaith Callaghan - Poison Ivy (DC)

PJ Simons - Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Quinn Morgan - Ursula (The Little Mermaid)

Sebastian Young - Scary Pumpkin

Seraphina Blackwell-Byers - Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

Sloane Carlisle - Holy Cow

Waverly Monroe - Black Swan (Black Swan)

Zac Narvaez - Luca (Luca)

Couples/Groups Costumes

Aiden & Juliet - Danny & Sandy (Grease)

Alex & Natalie - Sharkboy & Lavagirl (Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Ariadne & Astra - Kim Possible & Shego (Kim Possible)

Caleb & Halliwell - Johnny & Baby (Dirty Dancing)

Everett & Clary - Wednesday & Puggsly (Addams Family)

Louis & Eleanor - Wolverine & Jean Grey (X-Men/Marvel)

Elsa & Orlaith - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy (DC)

Miles & Emilia - Jack & Rose (Titanic)

Illiris, Mini & Quinn - Ariel, Eric & Ursula (The Little Mermaid/Disney)

Iris & Lilith - Sarah & Mary Sanderson (Hocus Pocus)

PJ & Seraphina - Indiana & Lara (Indiana Jones and Tomb Raider)

[cheeriecherry]

The Dogma Of Childhood Friends [4/4]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Part 4/4

The following day, you’re so nervous you can barely eat breakfast. You know it’s Hitoshi you’re meeting this afternoon, but that hasn’t stopped your pulse from racing or your stomach from coiling. You missed your best friend dearly, and you were thrilled to be getting him back, but you knew it would be different now.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t going to demand an apology first, and a damn good one at that, for all the grief he put you through. It was the least you deserved. But for now, you were just happy he was reaching out to you.

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You arrive in the Yuuei flower gardens shortly before noon, finding a comfortable seat under the gazebo you were supposed to meet at. The area is nothing short of spectacular, the plants thriving under the care of the student clubs and faculty members, but you expected no less from such a prestigious school.

You watched as a fat bumblebee tumbled out of a nearby rose, the thorny blooms climbing high up the legs of the gazebo and across the slatted roof.

It really was a romantic destination, you realize. Most weekends, it wasn’t uncommon to find many of the school’s couples wandering around amongst the flowers, stopping under shady spots for lunch and kisses.

But you supposed it made sense. The final letter you’d received from Hitoshi had been nothing short of romantic, especially the bold declaration of love at the end, but you still would have never expected him to go to lengths such as these.

“You’re here?” a voice says behind you, riddled with genuine surprise. “I was sure you wouldn’t come.”

You turn in your seat to face Hitoshi, a small smile dancing across your lips. “Of course I came. It’s you, after all.”

He fidgets where he stands, wanting to come and sit beside you but unsure if you’d let him.

“I said I’d come to your dorm later, though, if you didn’t feel the same. Either way, I...I knew I owed you an apology.”

You stand up and approach him slowly, stopping once you’re an arms’ length apart. “After everything you’ve done for me, how could I not love you?”

“I figured after everything I did, the only thing you’d feel is contempt.”

“Toshi…”

He shakes his head. “Ashido stormed up to me one afternoon and almost beat the shit out of me, yelling about me being a selfish jerk and a bad friend.”

You groan quietly, embarrassment heating up your face, “I’m gonna kill Mina…”

But Hitoshi just laughs. “Don’t be too mad at her, okay? She made me realize even more what a dick I’d been to you, how much I'd hurt you by shutting you out. But on top of that, she let me know I still had a chance to fix things. To apologize.”

You’re quiet, and he takes your silence as cue to continue.

“You know, I wanted to ask you out before we got accepted to Yuuei? I wanted us to get in together, to work hard together...side by side. And then I didn’t get into the hero course. My whole dream of being the school’s next power couple vanished.

I was so scared you’d keep moving forward without me, and I’d get left behind; so I pushed you away to save my own feelings. By the time I realized what I’d done, it was too late. I’d sealed my own fate.”

Tentatively, you reach out and touch his arm, sliding your hand downwards until it gently grasps his. “Toshi, I’d never do that. Ever! You’re the most important person in my life, I wouldn’t-”

“I know,” he says, cupping your cheek softly, “I know you wouldn’t. It was my own insecurity that got to me. Nothing you’ve done has ever made me feel useless, or alone, or like I wasn’t good enough.”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your warm skin.

“This whole time, I never knew how lucky I was to have you in my life. I thought I’d royally screwed myself when I pushed you away, but somehow...somehow you still found it in your heart to care. And more than that, you found a way to reach out and show me.”

You smile to yourself, recalling all the corny little gifts you’d given him. “How’d you figure out it was me?” you ask.

“Licorice snaps shaped like cats? Only one person knows how much I love those.”

“Fair enough.”

You both lull into a content silence, enjoying the closeness you share. His forehead rests against yours, your lips barely touching. But just as you’re about to lean in, he pulls back, although it seems to pain him to do so.

“I had to let you know I’d heard you,” he explains, “and more than that, I had to find a way to tell you how sorry I am for hurting you.”

You glance down at your feet, recalling all the nights over the past few months you’d spent staring at your phone, hoping desperately through teary eyes that he’d just reply to your texts and let you back in. “I...I can’t say it didn’t hurt, Toshi, because it did. A lot. But I also understand. It can’t have been easy for you, to have your dreams ripped away so suddenly like that.”

“It’s no excuse for what I did. If I had been a good friend, I would have let you know what I was feeling, and let you help me through it.”

“You’re right about that...but don’t discredit that fact that you were scared. Fear drives people to make stupid decisions, sometimes. And for what it’s worth, I forgive you.”

“It’s worth everything.”

His lips meet yours in a kiss, then, innocent and warm and it feels like home, but at the same time entirely too fleeting. You know from that moment forward, you’ll be completely hooked on him. There was no way you’d ever be able to give him up, no matter where your lives took you, no matter how far apart you were, you’d always keep him in your heart.

Hitoshi seems to be fairing no better than you, breathless after pulling away, cheeks rosy, hair a little more wild than usual.

You could get used to seeing him like that, you think, and pull him forward for another kiss.

[xcherry-popx]

do you have any favourite moths? 😊

hey i’d die for you thank you

my favorite are probably the clearwing moth family! talented imitators that mimic stuff like bees and wasps and even hummingbirds!!

ID: snowberry clearwing moth, aka the bumblebee moth (hemaris diffinis)

ID: hummingbird clearwing moth (hemaris thysbe)

although, i hold a special place in my heart for rosy maple moths and luna moths

ID: rosy maple moth (dryocampa rubicunda): the moth that first got me interested in moths! it reminds me of the rose bush in front of the house i grew up in

ID: traditional luna moth (actias luna)

there’s actually a lot of luna moths! the name “luna moth” specifically refers to actias luna, but the actias genus contains many more asian-american moon moths! there’s also many similar looking moths outside of the genus also called moon moths!

ID: hybrid moon moth (actias dubernadi x graellsia isabellae)

ID: spanish moon moth (graellsia isabellae)

ID: male sweetheart moonmoth (actias dulcinea)

the family of moths actias belongs to, saturniids, all lack mouth parts in their adult form. they live for about a week on the energy stored from their days as a caterpillar!

of course, i also love hawkmoths.... especially the deaths-head hawkmoths! the deathshead hawkmoths are three moths belonging to the genus acherontia! they sneak into beehives and steal honey!!! they make squeaking noises!!! and mimic the scent of bees!

ID: deaths-head hawkmoth (acherontia atropos) found mostly throughout europe and africa

ID: greater death’s head hawkmoth aka bee robber (acherontia lachesis) found mostly in asia

ID: lesser death’s head hawkmoth aka bee robber (acherontia styx) found mostly in asia

i’ve talked for awhile but basically! i love moths :D my head is filled with various clearwing and death’s head hawkmoths.

[vannahfanfics]

Off the Beaten Path

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Yosetsu Awase

I was going to work on other request stuff, but I was reaaaally feeling Momo x Awase lately and because of finals I wasn’t able to participate in @bnhabookclub‘s Provisional License Exam event, so… Even though it’s a little late, here’s a MomoWase story for the prompt “You’re really pretty”!

Momo’s vertebrae decompressed with a series of satisfying pops as she stretched her hands over her head and slowly bent back into a forty-five-degree angle. With a contented hum, she held the position for several seconds to ensure her lower back muscles were stretched properly before straightening back up and dropping her arms back to her sides. She did some leg stretches, priming her femoral and tibular muscles for exercise, before standing and planting her hands on her hips to admire the lovely Saturday morning. It was about nine-thirty, pleasantly warm with a consistent cooling breeze, and plenty of cloud cover to protect her from the worst of the burning sun. The birds were chirping. Car engines hummed in the distance. The air smelled sweetly of the various floral fragrances spilling out from the dormitory’s landscaping.

Really, could she have asked for a better morning to go jogging?

She ensured that her laces were tied properly before hopping down the steps of the porch, hitting the concrete pathway in a medium-paced jog. Her arms pumped at her sides as her legs kicked back in series, and she kept her breathing in a steady rhythm to ensure maximum stamina. She was determined to break her mile record today- under nine minutes. Momo wasn’t the most agile or athletic of the students in her class, but she could still attain her little victories here and there. I can do it!

There was a walking track not far from the dormitory that was always open to students and instructors. Momo jogged there in no time at all, and once she trotted through the open gate and greeted the security guard who moderated the comings and goings, she paused to take a swig of water. She took out her phone to ready her timer and then secured it to the plastic holder at her waist. The jaunt there had warmed up her body nicely, so she was feeling quite good when she walked down to the walking track proper. The spongey synthetic rubber-like material bowed slightly under her steps. U.A. spared no expense in any aspect of their campus, so Momo didn’t doubt that the material was of the highest quality and scientifically designed the erase almost all impact damage to the joints. She made a mental note to do some research into its chemical composition; one never knew when the material could come in handy.

“Right then! Nine minutes or less!” she crowed and started her timer, then took off down the track.

Most people preferred to listen to music while running, but not Momo. There was something cathartic to her about the natural world. The walking track doubled as a small nature park, landscaped professionally with shady hardwoods and flowering bushes. Momo usually ran at this time because the animal activity peaked mid-morning; the tree boughs were alive with dozens of birdsongs, melding together in one harmonious concerto. Bumblebees bobbled alongside the path, flying from one flower to the next to gather the succulent nectar. They were joined by a colorful assortment of butterflies, which elegantly flitted along with not much care of their rounder, fatter cousins. The park had a healthy population of squirrels, as well, which would scramble down from the trees to feast on discarded acorns only to fling themselves back up the trunks when Momo came jogging along. They would peer at her with beady black eyes from the boughs and would only descend back to their nutty buffet once she was rounding the corner of the track ahead.

A third of a way into the mile Momo checked her timer. Two minutes and thirty seconds! I’m making great time! She thought jovially and replaced the phone to its holster. She swept the back of her hand across her forehead to flick away the beads of sweat that were accumulating there. A few of her fluffy black strands had fallen out of her bun; she always had possessed impossibly thick hair, and it seemed like it absorbed all the heat from the atmosphere when she was exercising. Just as she was sucking a little more water from her sports bottle, she spotted someone curled up off to the side of the track a few yards ahead. Oh no! Maybe they’re injured! She thought worriedly and sped up her pace a little.

“Hello? Can I help you?” she called out to them. They were seated on the other side of a park bench so she could not see their features very well, but she thought she spied a familiar patterned headband and spiky black hair.

“Yaoyorozu?” Sure enough, that was him.

“Awase!” She stuttered to a halt past the bench to find him smiling tersely and clutching at his ankle. He had his sneaker off and sock pulled down, and she hissed at the gnarly swelling that had enveloped the joint. “What happened?” she asked and crouched down in front of him.

“Well,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I kinda surprised a sleeping raccoon and she didn’t much appreciate it.” Momo blinked in confusion. A raccoon would be sleeping well off the path; what reason did he have to go tromping off into the underbrush? When she asked him, his face took on a carnation-pink hue and he mumbled, “I, uh, kinda had to take a leak, Yaoyorozu…” In turn, her face blazed with a rosy blush and she nodded excessively in understanding.

“Oh! Right! Of course!”

“A-anyway, while I was scramblin’ to get away from her, I tripped over the tree roots and twisted it tryin’ to catch myself.” Momo frowned as she situated herself on her knees, tapping her thighs to indicate for him to prop his foot on the pillowy surface. He leaned back on his hands and grunted before hefting up his leg. A string of curse words flew from his mouth as he quickly shifted his foot from the ground onto her lap. His shoulders sagged after the pain stopped streaming through his nerves and he stared at the swollen joint through lidded eyes. “Man, this is a pain. I look so uncool,” he muttered, almost to himself. Momo gave him a bright smile and shook her head.

“These things happen! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He flushed again and looked away with a small pout, making her wonder if he didn’t intend to utter it aloud. That’s irrelevant. His ankle is terribly swollen. I hope he hasn’t torn a ligament or even broken anything! She thought worriedly. She had taken a few first-aid lessons from Recovery Girl for use in rescue training and missions, so with a few manipulations she would be able to get a clearer picture of what damage he had done. Only an x-ray and MRI would conclusively diagnose any injury, but it would be better for Momo to have a general idea so she could determine how she should proceed with moving him. “Awase, I’m going to manipulate your ankle to see what you could have damaged. I’ll be as gentle as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, do whatever you gotta do,” he grumbled, but glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes. Leaning down, she gently began prodding various places in his foot. She started on the top of his foot to see if he had damaged the tendons there.

“That hurt?”

“No.” She shifted to the lateral side of his foot, starting near the toes. “That doesn’t hurt eit- Shit! Shit! Ow!” He began to cry out once she began palpating the area near his ankle. There was both a tendon and some nerve endings there, so it could be that he either stretched the ligament or the nerves were reacting to the swelling. Still, it gave her a better picture of where the injury could be.

“Sorry, Awase.”

“S’Fine,” he huffed. His face had taken on a slight flush and sweat was dampening the bottom of his headband. He must be in a lot of pain…

“Do you know how it rolled?”

“Um… I think it rolled inward,” he answered uncertainly. Momo tutted and glanced back down at his foot. Given the method of injury, it could either be his Achilles or his peroneus brevis tendon… I’m hoping it’s the latter, because tearing his Achilles could put him in physical therapy for months! Tentatively, she grabbed the sole of his foot and pushed it upwards, flexing it such that it would stretch the muscles of his calf. He winced a little bit but did not yelp in pain like before, making Momo smile. “What? Was that a good thing?”

“Yes. It makes it very likely that you haven’t torn anything up too bad,” she responded. “Let’s see what this does, though,” she continued and pushed his foot inward. His back arched and he threw his head back with a howl of several very unsavory words, so Momo hastily ceased the flexion. He kept his head tipped back for a few seconds, chest heaving and fingers digging into the loamy soil, before he let out a long groan and wearily looked back to her.

“Fuck, that hurt.” When she apologized again, he frowned slightly and shrugged. “S’not your fault… I’m the one who tripped over myself like a dumbass. Nurse Yaoyorozu, do you have a diagnosis for me?” he asked with a teasing grin. She blushed brightly at the nickname and spluttered out a reply.

“O-Oh! Yes, I think so. I think you may have either injured or torn this tendon right here,” she stated and ran her fingertip ever-so-slightly along the lateral side of his foot, being careful not to apply any pressure and make his pain worse. He made a tsk sound and flexed his leg muscles experimentally, and the way his entire body tensed indicated to Momo that it would be difficult for him to walk. “We should get you to Recovery Girl. She has the proper machinery to tell for sure. I’ll text my classmates so they can send for someone to collect you. I’m sure they can get down the track just fi-”

“Ain’t necessary,” he grumped. His hand snapped up to wrap tightly around the metal arm of the bench, and he pushed himself off the ground with the other hand. He clumsily tucked his good leg under his body to get some leverage in standing up. Momo’s hands fluttered nervously around his injured foot.

“Awase! You shouldn’t move too much! Be careful not to bear any weight on this foot; I can help you to the entrance to the track, but we really should have someone get you from there so you don’t injure yourself further!” As gently as she could while moving fast, she placed his foot back down on the ground and scrambled up to grab him underneath his armpit and help him clumsily climb to his feet. Per Momo’s instructions, he refrained from moving his injured leg at all and just let it slide in the dirt and leaves as he hobbled to a standing position, but even just the contact with the ground made him hiss in agony. His arm wobbled precariously at it was forced to bear all his weight, and Momo saw that his knuckles were glaring white as he gripped the metal arm. “Here. Come to this tree,” she instructed him.

Yosetsu Awase was not by any means a big guy, but her breath still left her in an oof! as his full weight sunk against her. She slung his arm around her shoulders and supported him by the waist as she dragged him to the trunk of the nearest tree.

“How the tables have turned.” A curious “huh?” popped out of her and she looked down at him with wide eyes. He grinned wryly and explained, “Remember the summer training camp? I was haulin’ you around the woods like a sack of potatoes…” Her cheeks brightened as the blood rushed to them, and she looked away shyly.

“Oh… Yes. The circumstances are a little different here, though. You saved my life that night.” They reached the tree, and he reached out to brace a hand against the rough trunk before leaning away from her, spinning on his good foot to flop his back into the woody surface. He gave her a wry smirk.

“Hey, you never know. You coulda saved my life this morning. I coulda been out here, all alone, and dragged off by some wolves.” Momo snorted at his obvious joking.

“Awase, there are no wolves out here.”

“How do you know? Just because you haven’t seen ‘em don’t mean they don’t exist.” His relentless joshing had her giddy, and she held her hand up to her mouth as she began to giggle.

“You’re too much. Seriously, though, walking a third of a mile in your condition, even with my help, will take us half the day. I’ll send for someone,” she told him through little laughs and pulled out her phone. She quirked an eyebrow when she noticed her timer had just hit exactly nine minutes. More important things to tend to than my record, she thought and swiped out of the app. She typed up a quick message in their class group chat and sent it before returning her phone to the waist holster. “I just sent for help. They’re telling Mr. Aizawa and…” Her words trailed off as she looked at him. He was staring at her with a lidded, heated gaze and this little smile on his face that made butterflies take off in her stomach. “I…” she murmured incoherently when his hand reached out to gently cup her cheek, and she compulsively straightened up- and leaned slightly into the touch.

“You’re really pretty.” Momo had never heard a tone so full of… endearing admiration. As soon as his hand met her cheek and he uttered the words, his eyes widened, as if he realized he had actually done so instead of it being in his head. His face flushed red and he went to drop his hand, sputtering out an apology, but Momo pinned it to her face with both of her own.

“No! Don’t apologize!” she cried and took a few unsteady steps forward. Now self-conscious herself, she flushed as well and looked timidly down at her sneakers. “I-I… No one’s ever called me pretty before…” she admitted meekly. She peered up at him through her lashes to find him wearing an incredulous look.

“Really? But you’re fucking beautiful.” His use of a curse word only made the compliment more impactful, and her face grew unbearably hot as she smiled blissfully. She squirmed a little, knowing she was beginning to sweat a little against his hand cupping her face, but unwilling to let it go.

“W-well… Mina says that I’m so intelligent that boys find it intimidating,” she chuckled diffidently. He snorted in laughter and leaned back against the trunk with an amused smirk.

“You? Intimidating? No offense, but you’re about as intimidating as a wet kitten.” She let out an affronted gasp and went to glare at him, but the sultry smirk on his face made all opposition die in her throat. “Guess that’s good for me that they think so,” he said in a low voice, and she yelped as he grabbed her arm and tugged her forward. There was a slight incline in the ground, so she stumbled all the way to the tree and landed against his body with one hand splaying over his chest. The other was now being gripped tightly, and he brought it to his mouth to lay a lingering kiss to the top of her hand. How prince-like… she thought faintly. “I don’t think I could stand for having competition.” The smirk he shot her wasn’t prince-like at all, rather channeling all the devilish and playful energy of a rogue. Like a princess ensnared by his handsome charms, she could only stare owlishly at him with painfully pink cheeks. His hand dropped hers, letting it land on his shoulder, before cupping her face again and threading his fingertips into the black strands that had fallen from her bun. “Yaoyao-”

“Momo,” she interrupted quickly. She then flushed, realizing how rude it had been to do so. “C-call me Momo. Please.” He snorted slightly and his smirk widened.

“Momo,” he corrected poignantly. “Thanks for saving me today.” She was about to assert once more that it really wasn’t anything like that night, but he took the opportunity to interrupt her. He leaned forward to envelop her mouth in a searing kiss. She inhaled sharply through her nose as her breath was all but stolen from her. Whatever response she had on her tongue descended into fog, as her mind hazed until all she could focus on was the movement of his lips against hers. He lit a fire over her body as his hands roamed her curves, finally settling with a consistent blaze at the small of her back. Very distantly the thought bloomed that this was her first kiss and that she had to tell Mina about it. From how good it felt, it was obviously a hell of a first kiss. She felt like she could get lost in the kiss, in him, forever.

They broke apart with startled jumps when they heard Katsuki and Eijirou screaming her name in the near distance. She began to flutter about nervously, fixing her sports bra and jogging pants despite the fact they were form-fitted and not rumpled at all, while he reclined back against the tree with a self-satisfied look.

“Was that your first kiss?”

“What? Yes- I mean, ugh- is that relevant right now?” she huffed with a dour glare that only made his grin widen. He let out a few chuckles as she pouted at him, totally embarrassed by his unbothered attitude, then gestured with a tilt of his head at the track. She whirled on her heel to find the two boys striding up with Recovery Girl’s robots holding a stretcher between them. Laughing nervously, she cheerfully called out to them and tried to seem inconspicuous as she ran up.

“Hey, guys! Thank you so much. I don’t think I could’ve gotten him back to the entrance by myself.”

“It’s no problem, Yaomomo!” Eijirou smiled kindly. Katsuki began to gripe, and without breaking eye contact with the girl, Eijirou elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“Ow, what the hell?! Ugh, fine, whatever! It’s not a big deal!” he yelled angrily and stalked over to the boy leaning up against the tree. “Come on, loser, the sooner your ass is on this stretcher, the sooner I can get back to weight training!” Momo frowned worriedly as Katsuki helped the injured boy back to his feet, but despite his harsh words, he was gentle in helping him limp the short distance to the stretcher.

“Are you coming back with us, Yaomomo?” Eijirou asked as the robots began to trundle off with their charge in tow. Katsuki stomped along ahead, yelling at his friend to hurry up.

“Oh! No, I would like to finish my run, I think…” she murmured, her gaze trailing off to the stretcher. She pushed past him to run after it a few paces, cupping her hands to her mouth. “Hey! Awa- I mean, Yosetsu!” He glanced up, a big grin splitting his face at her calling him by his given name. “Come running with me sometime!”

“Sure thing!” he called back and gave her a thumbs-up before flopping back down against the stretcher. Eijirou walked past her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and grinning, which made her flush pink as answer his unasked question. Momo waited until they had disappeared around the corner, then grabbed her phone to reset her timer to two-minutes and fifty seconds, the approximate time she had stumbled across Yosetsu on the track.

Hmm… Maybe I’ll go off the beaten path and aim for eight minutes! She resolved with a smile and put the phone back before taking off in a fast jog.

After all, the morning she had spent off the beaten path had already been quite interesting. She might as well keep the streak going! No doubt, there were rich rewards waiting at the end…

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[sunriserose1023]

Another Try [2]

SUMMARY: He was supposed to return the Infinity Stones. He used them instead. WORD COUNT: 2025 PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Female Reader WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: Language, canon divergent, timeline delineation, explicit sexual content, canon-typical situations/ injuries, more warnings will be added/removed as the series progresses.

Steve opened his eyes when he heard birds chirping, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked around. The dusty, broken alleyway where he’d been was gone, and he was standing in the middle of a field. Wildflowers were all around him, with fat bumblebees buzzing from one flower to the next. He noticed a shadow on the ground around him and glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening when he fully turned around. 

“Holy shit.”

The compound loomed over him, and Steve staggered backwards, raising a hand to cover his mouth. He shook his head, unfolding his fist and looking down at the Stone in his other hand, watching it cool from a neon green to the emerald he recognized. His hand shook as he set it back in the briefcase, which was resting in the dirt beside him. He snapped it shut and carried it as he jogged towards the compound, breaking into a sprint and bursting through the door. 

“Hello?”

There was no answer, and Steve tried not to focus on the panic trying to creep into his chest. He set the briefcase on the counter in the kitchen, the unofficial gathering place for the team, going to push his shaking hands through his hair, eyes widening when he touched hair shorter than he remembered. He looked down to see that his time-travel uniform was gone, and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. 

Instead of just arriving in the old time, he’d somehow put himself in his younger body. He moved his hands out, turning them over, studying his thick forearms. He lifted his head, glancing around before moving through the kitchen almost frantically, opening and shutting drawers, then cabinets, muttering to himself before he finally went still. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

No response. Steve pressed his lips together, shaking his head. 

“Surely not.”

He glanced around, licking his lips before speaking. 

“Jarvis?” “Yes, Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he swallowed. 

“What’s the date?”

Jarvis gave him the month and the day, and he licked his lips, voice shaking slightly. 

“What year?” “2015.”

Steve fell into one of the chairs at the table, putting his face in his hands. 

It worked. 

He was back in the compound, back in time, back where he’d wanted to be. His eyes drifted to the briefcase on the table, and he picked it up, taking it back to his bedroom and hiding it as best he could. He stopped halfway across the floor, turning to the mirror above his dresser. He stared at himself, eight years younger with much less weight on his shoulders. 

The thing was … he didn’t feel bad. He didn’t feel guilty about not returning the Stones, or about using the damn Stones instead, and he wasn’t sure what that meant. But as a door opened somewhere deep in the compound, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, going completely still, his heart giving a heavy thump in his chest when he saw the two people who had just walked into the room. 

“There you are, lazybones. I can’t believe you sat out this little milk run.” “Eh, I don’t know. I kind of liked it better without ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ getting stuck in my head whenever he bossed us around.”

Steve couldn’t take his eyes from Natasha as she elbowed Clint’s stomach, his breathy laugh reaching Steve’s ear as they walked towards the kitchen. Clint slung an arm around her shoulders and Nat slid her hand into his back pocket, and Steve just stared after them. 

Clint seemed lighter, much different than the broken soul Steve had left behind. And Natasha … 

Natasha was alive. 

At the sound of quiet whispers, Steve looked to see two people huddled close together enter the room. His eyes widened when he saw the silver-haired young man, who nodded to him before a burst of wind hit Steve in the face. Wanda gave a soft laugh as she walked past Steve, looking down as she walked towards the kitchen. 

“The twins did very well for their first team outing. I think with a bit more coaching, they’ll both be excellent assets to the team.”

Steve nodded at Jarvis’ words, stepping off the stairs, and glancing towards the kitchen. Steve shook his head, lifting a hand to his lips. 

Pietro was alive, which meant he hadn’t died in Sokovia? Steve looked back towards the kitchen, giving another shake of his head. Pietro’s death had been the catalyst to give Wanda the strength to end the fight. If that never happened, how did they defeat Ultron? 

And how was Jarvis not Vision?

Steve determined that he wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight, that he’d need to comb through files to see what this life truly was. He looked up as he heard the door open, turning to see who would walk through the door next, grabbing onto the bannister when he saw the dark heads of hair huddled together. 

“The calibration was off by three and a half seconds, and if we could buckle it down to beat even that—“ “It wouldn’t take much. Let’s go to the lab and I’ll run some data.”

Bruce waved at Steve as he started for the stairs going down, and Tony walked past him, stopping and backing up. Steve stared into Tony’s dark eyes, watching one eyebrow raise. 

“You in there, Cap?”

Steve swallowed, but nodded. Tony gave a slow nod, narrowing his eyes. 

“You good?”

Steve nodded again, and Tony hit Steve’s bicep with the back of his hand. 

“We kicked ass out there. Maybe you should tap out on a few more missions.”

Tony chuckled to himself as he jogged in the direction Bruce had gone, and Steve smiled as he watched him leave. 

“You’re so full of shit!”

Steve grabbed onto the bannister again, turning towards the door with unabashed hope on his face. He sucked in a broken breath when he saw the flash of dark hair, a few seconds before Bucky stumbled into the room, laughing as he held his metal hand to his chest. He shook his head and walked to Steve, that same metal hand patting Steve’s chest. 

“Nice to see you, punk.”

Steve just stared at him, turning to the doorway to see you and Sam walking arm in arm. Sam nodded to Steve, grabbing the back of Bucky’s shirt and tugging him backwards, the two of them bickering as you stepped towards Steve, hands clasped behind your back, cheeks rosy, looking lovely and alive. 

“Hey, Cap. Missed you out there.”

You smiled as you nodded at him, starting for the kitchen but going still when you noticed the look on Steve’s face. You tilted your head, a soft smile coming to your lips as you turned back, sliding your hands into your pockets.

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Steve stared at you for a moment, eyes raking from your hair to your feet, back to your lips and meeting your eyes. He swallowed and stepped closer to you, hand shaking as he reached out. You stayed where you were, eyebrows furrowing when his hand came to rest against your cheek. 

“Steve?”

He shook his head, hand sliding to your neck, where he gently tugged you closer until he could wrap you in his arms. You stood in absolute shock for a moment, feeling his heart race where his chest was pressed against yours. His hands slowly slid up your back and down again, before one arm locked around your waist and the other hand came to rest at the back of your head. When you heard his shaky exhale, you gave in, closing your eyes as you went up on your toes, wrapping your arms around him. 

You had no idea what was happening, but you were reveling in it. 

Steve was holding back tears. He had you in his arms again—no, for the first time—and he never wanted to let you go. He heard the near-silent whispers behind the two of you, but he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge anything at this moment but you. Your soft breath on his neck, the feel of your body pressed against him and beneath his hands, the steady thrum of your heart in your chest. 

You were alive and he had you back. 

He fought back a full-body shiver when one of your hands drifted into his hair, gently stroking your fingers through it as your voice was barely a whisper. 

“What happened?”

He shook his head, putting his face in your hair and giving another shaky exhale. You blinked a few times, speaking softly. 

“What is it? Did you see something? Did someone—“

You went quiet as he tightened his hold on you, and you sighed as you rested your head against his. After a moment, you spoke again. 

“I’m here, Steve. I’m right here.”

Steve nodded, loosening his arms from around you, stepping back, swiping a wrist under his nose. He shook his head. 

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” “I just …”

He lifted his head, staring at you some more, shaking his head. You licked your lips, speaking softly. 

“Did something happen to you? While we were gone?”

Steve slowly nodded. 

“Let’s just say … I got a glimpse into what my life could be and I …”

He shook his head and you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Was it a spell? Someone sneak in and hotwire your brain? Loki?”

Steve smiled, shaking his head again. 

“No, nothing like that.” “If we need to do something to help you—“ “I’m fine.”

You sighed, pushing a smile onto your face. 

“You’re always fine, Cap.”

He didn’t like that, the way you effortlessly switched from calling him “Steve” to “Cap.” Cap was—more or less—your boss, while Steve could maybe be seen as a friend. The switch was like turning on a light, where the friendliness was gone and professionalism slipped into place. Steve hated that. 

He stared at you as you kept that fake smile on your face and nodded, moving to walk towards the kitchen, but Steve reached out and took hold of your wrist. You looked down where he was rubbing his thumb along your pulse point and you met his eyes again. He took in a breath, tugging on your wrist and pulling you closer. You shook your head, voice barely a whisper. 

“Steve? What are you—“

Your eyes widened when his hands moved to cradle your face, and you sucked in a breath a second before his lips were on yours. Your hands flew up to his chest, intending to push him away because what the hell was Captain Steve Rogers doing kissing you, but that melted away as his lips moved against yours. Your hands fell to his hips, resting at the band of his sweatpants, letting yourself get absolutely lost in his kiss. 

“Ahem!”

Steve pulled away from you, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones before letting his hands fall. You just stared at him, eyes wide, kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, and he smiled as he turned away. He put his hands in his pockets, slowly walking out of the room where, unbeknownst to you, a crowd had gathered. Tony and Bruce stood on the steps leading down to the lab, shock evident on their faces. Clint and Nat were beside Bucky and Sam, the boys all looking identical with their mouths hanging open, Natasha staring at you, eyebrows raised and arms crossed over her chest.

You lifted a shaky hand to press to your lips, and Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Clint tore off in the direction Steve had gone. Bruce shook his head before walking back down towards the lab, and Natasha walked over to you. 

“What the hell was that?”

You shook your head, letting your hand fall as you turned to face your friend.

“He kissed me.” “No kidding.” “Nat.”

Natasha turned in the direction the boys had gone, giving a minute shake of her head. 

“What the hell is going on here?”

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[iodoesdolls]

Renee Montoya is done! She’s a Wonder Woman with overpainted eyes and lips and hair curled and tied back, wearing Bumblebee pants, an altered Rosie O’Donnell vest, an X-Files jacket, and repainted Supergirl boots. I think the gun is from a Star Wars doll? I think she needs a hat, but I don’t have anything on hand that will work.

I didn’t really do much for this custom, but she’ll be a good addition to the DC set.

Need to take a picture of her with her girlfriend, but Batwoman is still tragically naked.

[spectralquartzafterdark]

Three way between Rosie , Bee and Jules?? Maybe human or bot Jules 👀👀👀 or even better Starscream getting his three way 🥹

I can do some Jeweltone and Rosie Content! Have Fun. TW: Light Bondage, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Petplay, Over Stimulation. and there's a mirror involved.

“Man, frag your parents. I don’t know why they give you such a hard time.” Jeweltone spoke through the radio as they pulled into the garage.

“Because, I’m not falling for their manipulation. That’s why. I should be able to say I’m taken without question.” Rosie groaned as she rested her head on the steering wheel, “Fuck the holidays.”

Rosie looked at the time and sighed as she stepped out of the purple ‘69 mustang. She adjusted her dress and sighed as her mech companion transformed. She heard Jeweltone get situated on the garage floor and turned to them. It was clear the visit to her parents caused her more distress than she let on.

“Come here. I don’t think they’re worth the Energon anymore. We don’t have to visit unless it’s life or death okay?” They said as their optics looked at their human companion, “And I encourage you to say no from here on out.”

“Yea…” she said as she walked over to Jeweltone who scooped her up into their servos, “Just it’s hard. Living out here family is all you have. Blood or chosen and I don’t have much of either…”

“Trust me, I know all about that. Giant Robot.” they chuckled as they pulled her against their chassis, “But, your boundaries and mental health mean more than anything okay?”

Rosie nodded in defeat and just sighed as she let Jeweltone keep her close for the moment. She could feel her phone buzz in the pocket of her dress, but she didn’t care. She was done with today, in fact she quit. Whatever happened would happen and she wasn’t emotionally attached to the outcome.

Jeweltone’s fuel pump was pounding, they knew what they wanted to ask… but knew that this moment might not be the right time. All they wanted to do was spoil her. They reminisced about what their plans were going to be when they had returned home. A buzz vibrated in their circuits for a moment. That wasn’t important, right now just being here was. That didn’t stop the inevitable loop their circuits was trying to throw them into. Rosie’s body being so close, so warm, so soft had only made matters worse. When she pressed back into them their engine revved.

“Oh, my Primus I’m so sorry.” they exclaimed, “I didn’t scare you did I?”

Rosie just stared at them for a moment before she laughed, “No, I’m fine. But, what has you so worked up?”

“I was… uh…” Their optics looked to the side in embarrassment as they clenched their dentae, “Thinking about what our plans had been if things went well.”

“What made you think those were canceled?” She quirked a brow shifting to face them, “Hm?”

“Ah… well…” She was so close, and their bipedal cord felt hot, “The stress of that interaction would’ve turned me off from any premade plans.”

Jeweltone watched as Rosie rubbed her head for a moment. Had they said something wrong? They felt her shift out of their grasp and watched intently. She made sure the garage doors were locked. Windows closed and blocked out. Her steps were quick – what on earth was she planning to do? Then they watched as she pulled out a small tool kit. It seemed run down and had some stickers on it. Their optics scanned it and it was then everything clicked into place.

“Unless I directly say it’s off the table… assume the plans are still valid Jeweltone.” she smiled, “And after that fiasco. Honestly, I think I want the attention. We could go as far as you’d like tonight too. With your real body, not that Holoform. It’s not as… mmm.”

“Satisfying, heh. I agree. But, are you sure?” They asked.

“Yes, just I think I need the mental reset. I’m not feeling great about myself right now.” she admitted.

“I can fix that.” they scooped her up again and kissed her gently, “And I may not need to mass shift my entire body~” they felt her body shudder, of course she’d have a size kink.

Jeweltone shifted in the berth if one could call it that. Both parties had fooled around before, but it hadn’t quite gotten past digit and glossa play. Jeweltone had been too worried about hurting their partner. And the holoform was a mess. They couldn’t hold concentration during interfacing. This would be their first time beyond foreplay. But, they had something special in mind. If her self esteem was that low they knew a way to break it and fast. Just thinking about it made their spike strain against their panels.

Jeweltone was slow to work her up. Idly kissing her and letting their large servos roam that soft body of hers. Their favorite part had to be those ungodly soft inner thighs. One day they’d ask to just use them, but, for now they had other plans. They could hear her soft moans. They ran two of their digits between her legs and felt how soaked her panties already were. When she said she wanted attention she wasn’t joking clearly.

“How much do you want this?” they asked.

“You have no idea. Thinking about this is probably why I stayed sane.” she moaned softly as she rutted against their digits.

“Good, just… let me take care of you okay? You do enough for me. And I’m not having another incident.” Jeweltone purred, “Now, go ahead and take off your clothes.”

They set her down and went to the wall across from them and pulled out a mirror that Rosie hadn’t quite yet put up. They were going to make her see how beautiful she was. They grabbed the small tool box and went back to the berth. The garage was small, but thankfully it was going to work in their favor.

“Jeweltone, what’s the mirror for?” Rosie asked cautiously.

“You’ll see.” They said carefully holding her hands and doing a small twirl, had she really been wearing that lingerie set all day? “So, that’s why your routine took 3 hours today.”

“Mmmm not like you complain.” she teased.

“Never. Pull out what you need from the kit. We’ll set it on the shelf. It’ll be easier to grab.” They said.

Rosie nodded knowing that meant Jeweltone was serious about this particular session. Jeweltone watched her trying to have the courage to let their spike out from behind their panels. When they noticed her fiddling with something any bashfulness went away. Their panel retracted in full, they knew what she was up to. They admired all her soft curves and how the lace and bands moved across her frame. It was unfair really, how they couldn’t just bury themself in between all of those soft crevices. Though they were broken out of their thoughts as their eyes wandered up and noted that she had gone a little above and beyond of what they expected. Nipple chain perfect for tugging and a little collar? That was cute.

“Perfect.” was all they said before they scooped her up into their servos again.

Positioning was the issue now. Figuring out how to hold her in such a way that her body was completely visible in the mirror. Eventually they found the perfect spot. Immediately, they felt her fuel pump start pounding. They chuckled and pressed a kiss to her face panel.

“You’ve bamboozled yourself going beyond what I expect.” they tease, “Look at you~”

“L-listen I…” she yelped as they were shifted once more.

“Oh, this is going to be fun sweetspark. And now I don’t have to be human sized to play with these.” they tugged at the chain, “Frag, imagine is one was hooked to your Spike Node.”

“F-frag.” she moaned, “D-don’t tease too much.”

“I won’t.” they tugged again and groaned at the sight, “Now, I want you to watch yourself. Understood?”

“Yes.” she said, she knew what they were up to, but knew arguing wouldn’t do a bit of good in this situation.

“Good, I will make sure you physically see how beautiful you are and how you make me feel.” they managed to win the fight against a tiny tube and applied some sensitizer to her node.

It was perhaps a bit too much, but they would use it to their advantaged as they slowly rubbed it in and around her valve. They watched in the mirror as her node finally came to attention, she really was shy tonight. Usually, it didn’t take this long.

“Look at that. Your valve’s already dripping for me and your spike node is at full attention just from applying that sensitizer.” they boasted as their servos spread her just slightly to show off the lubricant, “Mmm, but truthfully I was straining against my panel for you a few hours ago. Watching you set a boundary and protect it mmm… this? Is only a bonus~”

They took her node between their fingers and squeezed. A small yelp of pleasure escaped her chest as Jeweltone began to stroke it up and down. At one point she tried to look away, but they were able to keep her focus on the mirror. They moved their digits over her frame complimenting each soft part of her. Each scar. Each section of stretch marks. All while playing with her node. They could feel it twitching between their fingers and quickly pulled away.

They couldn’t let her overload just yet. They turned her head and kissed her for a moment of reprieve. Only to move to tug on that chain again with their free servo. They nipped at her and she did the same in turn. It was clumsy and sweet, but they could feel her body melting into their touch. Jeweltone pulled away and moved her face to look at the mirror again.

“Now, whose the most beautiful human I know?” they asked.

“Me.” she managed to breath.

“Good, and who do I love?” They asked again.

“Me.” she chuckled and smiled.

“Good, don’t forget that ever. My conjunx. Mine.” they kissed her face again digits looming over her dripping valve before one dipped into her.

It was a tight fit at first. It seemed she had tensed up, but Jeweltone took that as a hint they should have warned her. As their digit moved in and out of her it didn’t take long for the other to slip in naturally. They smirked at their work admiring the scene in-front of them. The mirror was a good idea. They’d have to do this more often. Though admittedly their Spike was starting to ache and getting harder to ignore.

“Frag, please… I need your Spike.” she whined.

“Just a little more. I want to make sure you can take it without a problem.” they assured her.

“A-alright. Just, fuck I want to be full of you already.” she sighed softly another moan escaped her as Jeweltone played with the chain.

“I know. And I’m going to make sure you’re so stuffed that you’ll be worried about being pregnant.” they teased.

“Mmm sure about that? That’s an awfully big promise.” she cooed.

“I’m sure.” Their fingers dug further into her and caused her back to arch and hips pressed onto their fingers more.

Jeweltone kept their digits burried in her fragging her until she came close to another overload and quickly pulled away. They shifted their position and rubbed their spike against her valve and node. They made sure to cause as much friction as possible wanting to see her face in the mirror. Their spike luminated as they slowly slipped inside. They moaned as they felt how soft she was. No wonder Mirage liked humans so much. They were so soft and warm. They took a moment to pulled out and used the fluid from their poor ignored valve to lubricate themself. They once again thrusted into her with far more ease.

“Primus, look at you. I bottomed out without an issue. Frag.” they said as they placed a servo around her waist and watched their light ever so slightly come through her flesh.

“I-i told you I could take it ages ago.” her voice was cracking and breaking. It was almost song like as her hips moved and tried to take more of their partner.

“Mmm, no.” the held her still, “I’m taking care of you remember. Let me do the work.”

“F-frag okay.” she whined. She wanted to move so badly, “Please, move? It feels so good already.”

“As you wish.” they smirked.

Jeweltone wasn’t inexperienced. With humans maybe, but other bots. Not so much. And humans weren’t that different so they knew how to angle themself. Once they found that perfect spot they went to work. Struts thrusted into their partner like their life depended on it. They watched as her body rippled and moved, fuel pump almost vibrating at the sight. Their servos moved to keep her steady as the other pulled on that delicious chain. Though at this position it wasn’t the most practical and they had to chose where to put their energy. They let go of it and opted for something a little closer. Her node that had been twitching for some time. They took it between their digits and let their rhythm take care of any motion that was needed.

Their systems were starting to over heat. The room was starting to get hotter and they could see the sweat that beaded up on Rosie. It made her glisten like a jewel. It made them want to see her overload even more.

“Come on, cum for me.” they moaned into her ear, “Show much how much you want this.”

“Mmm… trying please a little rougher.” she asked softly clearly struggling with her body.

Jeweltone knew what had to be done. They bent them both over ever so slightly their body almost overshadowing theirs, but still visible in the mirror. If they had been any bigger she’d be their personal cocksleeve. With this position brought a new development. A slight bulge could be seen in Rosie. Jeweltone almost rolled their optics at that delicious sight. They took a moment to regain themselves before they picked up pace again. Her body felt so good against theirs it was driving them wild. Their engine revved louder and louder and caused their vibration mod to kick in. And that was all it took for her to break.

“F-frag I’m gonna!!” her last soft squeak before her body gave into Jeweltones demand.

She overloaded. Hard. She could barely think straight from how strong it was. Her body was squeezing Jeweltone’s spike so tightly that they felt their other mod kick in. After two more thrusts they could no longer pull from her valve as they overloaded. Their voice box distorting as they cried out her name. They could only manage soft I love yous as both parties came down from their high. Jeweltone had to carefully sit both of them back up. They both looked in the mirror and they smirked. There was definitely a noticeable bump. They hadn’t lost their touch after all.

They kissed her gently and smiled as their systems began to cool off.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“Mmhmm… y-you’re stuck.” she pointed out.

“Y-yea… sorry about that. Usually I can control that mod… but -”

“Don’t worry about it. It feels really good.” she admitted, node still twitching.

“Mmm greedy little thing I don’t think your body is done.” They smirked.

They couldn’t do much else until their knot mod reconfigured itself. So, they decided to see if they could coax out one more overload from Rosie. They rubbed her node in circles, pinching and working it much like before. Hearing her whines. She was oversensitive right now. But, her poor node was so swollen they couldn’t jut ignore it. So, they kept it up idly. Carefully playing with it until finally they felt her fall back into their chassis crying out literal tears of pleasure as she overloaded again. Squeezing their spike much harder and longer. Over and over. Almost like a chain.

“F-frag, Jeweltone!” She pushed against their hand, “T-too much gonna FRAG.” she sobbed as she overloaded again enough to push Jeweltone’s spike from her body with a pop.

“Primus, I didn’t know you could do that. Frag… I want to set aside a full day now. Just to tease you.” They admitted as their spike finally depressurized and they retracted it back into their panel.

“Mmm… later…” she sobbed softly taking off the nipple clamps and chain and throwing them to the side. She clearly wasn’t going to risk another round.

Jeweltone smirked seeing their transfluid dripping from her valve. They took a few digits and shoved as much as they could back into her. Rosie giggled and looked to them via the mirror.

“What was I upset about earlier?” She asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” Jeweltone laughed and held her closer, “But now… I think we both need baths.”