#but all I can do it seems is the cat thing:

[illogicallylogicalthoughts]

Slowly, brow furrowed, you shake your shield. It rattles, like a great big hunk of metal.

The mage balks. "That was a level three gout of flame!"

Making eye contact, you pointedly shuffle your shield again, willing them to get it. It's big. It's made out of metal. It's twice the size of you in height alone, let alone how thick it is. It's cast iron.

The mage glares. "A shield alone could not have possibly blocked that! It must be enchanted! Are you a Rune-Knight?"

You think you'd know if the shield you worked tirelessly over for a period of months, made out of one big massive chunk of unremarkable iron, was enchanted or not. You slowly motion to it with your unoccupied hand, sweeping across its front.

The mage looks about ready to snap their wand. "It's a shield!"

Your eyes glimmer with hope. They're getting it! Now we can get back to actually fighting!

They point the wand at you, and you brace, a vicious smile slicing across your face as you plant your shield and prepare to-

A wave of blue washes over it, light and airy. You stare at it. It slightly tickles your hand.

You wait for oblivion.

The bushes stir next to you. Nothing leaps out of them, so you dismiss them.

Pain.

The only thing you feel is maybe a little confused.

A slight raise in temperature.

You're wearing full plate reinforced with good northern cloth and fur. The only thing you feel is comfort.

The shield flying out of your hands, perhaps.

It stays ruggedly attached to your hand, entrenched in the ground, an imposing wall of dense black metal.

... The shield disintegrating? Is that what that ticking noise is?

After a moment of waiting, the mage with their wand clutched at their side and you staring back and forth between your shield and them, wondering if they're going to follow that up or not, the shield dings cheerily, and the glow fades. You stare at it again.

"HOW?!" The mage howls loudly, hands fisted on their ridiculously pointy hat. You've got a few choice questions for them too. What the hells was that?

"What did you make that thing out of?!"

You blink. Helpfully, you reach in front of you and roughly slap the front of it. It makes a solid thump as well forged iron is wont to do. Was it... some kind of metal swapping spell? What use is that?

The mage glares viciously from beneath the rim of their hat, muscles ticking across their face. "Are the enchantments hidden somehow? Who made it? Did you? Were you helped?"

Their shoulders tense, shooting up to their ears. "How powerful were they? How powerful are you?"

You feel a little bit like you're missing something. The shield sits in your hand, deeply gouging into the earth with its steel rim, but it otherwise seems unremarkable. Your arm feels slightly tired, and that's about all you can pull from it.

You make a motion in a half shrug, befuddled. You're strong enough to lift the bloody thing, but that's about it. What is even happening right now?

The mage growls, like an angry alley cat. It's almost endearing. "Stand still."

Graciously, you decide to do just that. You're nice and warm behind your large tower shield and the mage is standing out in the cold wind in a layer of flimsy looking blue robes. If they want to tire themself out throwing ineffectual sparks at you, by all means.

Level three, they say. I doubt it. What's level three even look like? Definitely not that.

Their wand snaps up. Something glows at the end of it, space warping. You feel a bead sweat drip down your back. It's suddenly hot.

Cautiously, you slowly move the shield closer in front of you. Maybe this is level three and they just mixed it up before? What kind of mage does that? Certainly not one with experience.

Every drop of blood in your body turns into frigid ice, even as you feel something in the air change around you. Whatever they're doing back there sure is loud. Oh Gods. Is this a mageling? Am I fighting somebody's apprentice? Is this a child?

You want to lean back around the shield to check but they'd said to stand still and if you move there is a non-zero chance of tripping and the weight of a fully fledged tower knight in plate combined with their shield falling on any kind of squishy anything fills your mind with unpleasant thoughts.

Oh, gods, please don't be a kid. I can't have this on my conscious!

You grimace. Maybe if I slip away while they're shooting at the shield they'll run off and find their master? I can always just forge a new one.

There's a noise halfway between a click and a warble in the hair. Something in the back of your mind freezes, sitting up at attention. Unconsciously, you brace against the back of your shield.

With all the grace of a dragon landing on top of a keep, a roar fills your ears, a flood of sheer noise drowning all other senses out over a blinding flash and a pop in your ears. Colors rush past, bright and incandescent. Fire. Fire. Lots of fire. What-

The shield doesn't shift, and you slump back against it as the flame peters away. The ground around you is charred black. You stare.

Slowly, you shift back around the shield.

The mage stands there. Their face is bright red. A noise between a cat having it's tail stepped on and an outraged cow finding a rat in the barn strains past their lips. "WHAT?!"

They wobble, stumbling.

You're already around the shield before you can think of the motion.

They topple into your arms as you slide forwards in the blackened dirt, breathing harshly.

"That's not-"

They furiously mutter, hands feebly trying to move upwards and grasp you by the front of your cloth decorations. Their eyes look glassy. "Absolutely impossible-"

Your head cranes around, desperate. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, what's happening to them, why, why, why, why me? What do I do about this?! WHERE is their master?!

The grumbling peters off.

Slowly, you look back down, heart painfully thudding in your chest. They said they wanted me blooded. I don't want it to be like this.

Their mouth opens, even as their eyes close. You prepare for a final solemn vow, a wish to find their family or their master and given them their body, and-

They snore.

Loudly.

You swear you hear your helm rattle with it.

You try not to keel over in relief.

They're small, now that you have a proper look at them in your lap. Dark hair, long and well kept. Their face looks almost youthful, but their lines and sharp facial features give them a kind of experienced high-born look. You can't decided one way or another.

Their eyes are closed. They breath steady.

You slowly inhale, and gently move them to your shoulder with one hand. You frown. Your sabatons probably weigh more than they do.

You click your tongue, moving over to your now thoroughly scorched shield, carefully as to not jostle your cargo. How am I going to explain this? Hello, knight-commander Jorrick, I kidnapped a mageling from the battlefield, are you proud of me?

You imagine his face, twisted into a rictus of shock and outrage at having brought a still breathing enemy into the castle as a trophy, and grimace. Best not. My room's big enough for two for now.

The shield comes free of the ground, and you start back on the road to the keep, far away from the battle further ahead. You'll have to ask them what they were doing so far ahead of any support when they awake.

You remember the way they stared at you as you tried to explain your shield was. Just a shield.

You sigh, very, very quietly, and wondered why nothing was ever simple when it came to you.

“How the hell did you block that with a shield?!” They asked, somehow confused at the concept of what a shield is supposed to do.

[shuenkio]

𝗔 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 | 💨 정원 ｡𖦹°‧

Paring: Jungwon X M!reader

Synopsis: Helping Jungwon who's too embarrassed to deal with his own problem.

Genre: Smut very. | Cw: heavy smau.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

After a long day of practicing, you were left alone with only the leader while the others had already finished their schedule. It was both quiet and also lonely at the time since whenever all the members are together, it's chaotic like husky puppies. However it is fine.

Leaning against the wall, facing your front in the mirror, while gulping down water for dehydration. Everything seems normal until you glance over to see Jungwon who's at the corner, feeling something's off. You can't help but to ask him is everything ok, like you usually have but all you got was him shrugged as if he was fine when deep down he's not.

Apparently, after Jungwon finished his practice he was the first to take a rest before M/n when he casually pull out his phone and scroll through. Not until he scrolls by the heated posts and stuff that makes him can't take his eyes off and just let his mind sink in to the point he can't back down, and now his pants tighten, kinda hard to the state it was painful. Yet he didn't dare to tell M/n about it, it would be embarrassed to even say this personal problem.

Curiosity killed the cat, you furrow your brows, and began dragging your feet toward Jungwon. Peeking your neck to see what's so interesting that he can't pull his eyes off, even when he responded to you. But Jungwon is also not soft either, he won't let you see what's on his phone tho, which makes it harder to figure what makes Jungwon acting like this all of sudden, this is so childish of him.

"Come on, Hyung. I promise I won't scream or cry what's so good on that phone you're staring at right now. I know you're hiding something, if you won't let me just say honestly, I don't care what it was!!" Both are tough, one wanted to know while the other is too embarrassed to say. Jungwon didn't know what to do either, avoiding your snatch is just exhausted, he knows damn well that if you can't get something, you'll get it. So he let out a deep sigh, accepted his defeat before telling the truth.

"okay fine! I stumbled on this... Pay gorn, and ashhh I'm so hard right now ok? This is not good" Jungwon replied, shove his phone to your face, while his cheeks spread out a red tomato blush. Clearly he's too shy for this conversation.

"uhh oh I meant wait what pay gorn— oh wait OH WAIT oh" you realized, puzzle the words together when the missing pieces complete. This is the first time you have seen this side of him, or not? Jungwon is still a man by the end of the day, not to mention. He was kinda attracted to even men having things together ? Explained enough.

When Jungwon spit that he was hard, your eyes rolling over to see his sweatpants without yourself realizing. The sweatpants also can't defend him either, the defined bulge appears sharply on it, you almost thought he didn't have a boxer underneath since it so sculpture you get it.

Such a kind member of you, you offer him a helping hand. Acting like it was normal for you to deal with these types of problems meanwhile Jungwon is more than surprised when those words come out of your mouth.

"um... You're what?"

////

Jungwon started to undo his belt, his fingers fumbling with the buckle in his agitation. He yanked it off, tossing it shyly to the floor before tugging his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. His 6 inches cock sprang free, hard and aching, the swollen head already leaking with pre-cum.

"you sure you can do this M/n? You don't have to... I'm not forcing—AHH" Jungwon groaned as he felt your soft lips parting around the head of his cock, your mouth opening wide and eager like a baby seeking a pacifier.

You pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, demanding entrance. He tightened his grip on your hair without him knowing himself, holding your head still as he thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his thick length into the wet heat of your mouth. He could feel your tongue fluttering against his shaft, could feel the way your throat convulsed around him as you instinctively tried to suck.

Jungwon wanted to back off yet he couldn't do anything, never in his lifetime had endure such pleasure of someone, especially you blow him off too good like this. Jungwon thinks he could faint at any moment soon because of this mind breaking sensations.

"Fuck, just like that...," Jungwon grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He started to move faster, fucking into your mouth with rough, shallow thrusts. Spit and pre-cum leaked out from the corners of your mouth, drooling down on your chin and onto your shirt. The sight was filthy, absolutely disgusting, and Jungwon started to love every second of it. Damn.

Who'd stop anyway? Not you right? As you carry on, if you had the chance to help your best leader now, why not giving your all.

He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing and pulsing in your throat. But he held back, not ready for this to be over.

"don't hold back hyung- just let go whenever you feel it" Jungwon was lost to the sensation, drowning in the slick heat of your mouth, in the desperate way you were sucking him. He never knows how you can be this experience, he needs to ask you after this for real.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, M/n shit— too much TOO MUCH," he roared, his voice echoing off the walls of their practice room. With a final, brutal thrust, Jungwon buried himself to the hilt in your throat and let go. His cock jerked and spasmed as he shot rope after rope of thick, hot cum directly down your gullet. He held your head in place, forcing you to take every last drop as he rode out the intense waves of his release.

"Fuck, FUCK!" Jungwon screamed, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. Jungwon collapsed back and leaned onto the wall, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His cock slipped out of your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of cum and saliva connecting the swollen head to your lips before breaking and splattering onto the floor. He could see your throat working as you swallowed, gulping down every drop of his release like you were starving for it.

"you might want to eat a lil more hmm salty foods because *click tongue* it's not salty enough but still good"

"you're so bad... M/n I don't know how the hell you're this freaky —"

An: well um hey... Hi? This is kinda nasty but I held back, anyway I'm posting jw fic because the last update of him was in October 🥲 so yeah, it's kinda boom. Any thoughts?

Also Advance happy Chinese and Korean lunar new year 🐍

[fuctacles]

thank you guys for pitching in for my bday goal on ko-fi, it means a lot to me <3

<< eleven | 😺 | thirteen >>

Eddie walks up the stairs faster than he should, and has to even out his breathing just like the first time. He barely knocks on the door before it opens, but he did say he'll be up shortly. 

"Come in." Steph moves to the side to let him inside. Her hair is down now, and she's changed her jeans to a pair of sweatpants, looking soft and domestic. Having no idea what it does to Eddie's heart. 

He rolls on the balls of his feet awkwardly, and spots Dart, blinking at him from his perch on the back of the couch. Steph picks up a small white bottle from the coffee table, and he focuses attention back on her. 

"This is a leave-in, so after washing your hair and drying it with a towel, you rub a bit in your palms," she explains. "And like, rub it into your hair?" She frowns, nose scrunching adorably. "Like this." Steph hands him the bottle before showing the motion on her own hair. "And focus on the ends, maybe up to here." Gently pulling on a strand of Eddie's hair, she points to about half of its length. "Then you can let it air dry. It should help with the dry ends," she finishes off, absentmindedly running her hand through his curls. 

He hopes it's a him thing, and not just a hair thing. 

"Questions?" she asks, her eyebrows raising. Unfortunately, she seems to register her movements too, and drops her hand to curl it around her waist. Fortunately, it accentuates her breasts.

Eddie shakes his head. 

"But, Wayne ordered me to keep you company before you go mad from talking to cats." He raises his hands when her eyes squint. "His words, not mine. I think he's just tired of me and wants me to bother someone else for a change. Which," oh no, he's rambling, but it's too late to stop it. "I'm not imposing myself on you, I can go grab some cigarettes from the convenience store. You had a long day at work, you must be tired. Of me, too."

His hand squeezes tighter around the bottle of conditioner. Steph's eyebrows are arched and unimpressed.

"Which one of those was a question?"

Right. Eddie licks his lips, and her eyes follow.

"May I keep you company on this fine evening?" he asks. 

"You may," she accepts with a courteous nod and a small smile. Unfolding her arms, she turns to the kitchen, the last bits of tension seeping out. "Beer? Tea?"

"In your presence, milady, simple rain water will suffice." He presses his lips together. It's either rambling or nerdiness, when he's nervous. Usually both. 

Steph only shrugs, one hand on the fridge handle as she looks at him expectantly. 

"I just ran out, you have to pick something else."

"Beer, please." He smiles, relieved she's playing along. 

She uncaps two beers for them and takes a look through her cupboards. 

"I'd offer you a snack, but... all I have is popcorn. Do you want popcorn?" She looks over her shoulder at him. 

"Salt or butter?"

"I have both."

"Salt, then. Don't like my hands greasy."

He doesn't like his hands greasy in the presence of a fine lady, that is. 

While they watch the bag spin in the microwave, Eddie lets his mouth spit out what's been on his mind for the past couple of hours.

"Wayne's cast is going off this Thursday."

"It's been long enough," she nods thoughtfully. "Will he be able to walk?"

"With a crutch, yeah, but he won't be needing me anymore." He picks at the label on his beer. "So I'll be going back to Indy next week. Or this weekend."

"Ah, that's a pity. We just met." She pouts. 

The microwave dings, Steph pops it open and the smell of popcorn fills the kitchen. Eddie isn't sure if her words were genuine or just a pleasantry, but she doesn't seem like pleasantries kind of person.

They move to the living room, at least one pair of cat eyes watching them curiously. Dart is still in his spot on the couch and doesn't move a muscle when they sit down. 

"When are you visiting next?" she asks, popping a kernel into her mouth. "Thanksgiving?" 

"Probably," he says, even though it wasn't his plan. He was going to wait Thanksgiving out and stay a day or two longer for the Christmas break. But if Steph was in any way interested in him, it would be worth the gas money and time spent behind the wheel. "Do you have any plans?"

Steph tucks her legs up on the couch, gets comfortable. The bowl of popcorn rests between them and Eddie can't wait for it to be gone. 

"I'd usually go with Robin to see her parents, but I'm trying to wrap up on the salon thing. I want to tell Joyce before the year ends, maybe look at places in Indiana starting in January."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

"I thought it was a more distant thing."

"Me too," she sighs. "But I'm probably just scared of change, and making it sound like more work than it is."

"Uh, I think opening a salon in a new city is a lot of work," Eddie points out, leaning forward to face her better. "And moving? It's a lot. But hey," he adds quickly, noticing that she has shrunk on herself. "I'll help however I can. Give you a couch to sleep on while you're looking for the perfect place."

She snorts.

"Thanks, I might take you up on that."

It would be weird, having Steph in his small bachelor apartment that he shares with a friend. But the idea sounds too alluring not to let it run his imagination for a second. Maybe she won't have anything to sleep in and Eddie would have to lend her a t-shirt. Something unmistakably Eddie-ish, like a brand telling everyone else to back off. 

"I could show you around, too. I know the best pizza and Chinese places and which cafe's to avoid," he offers.

She cocks her head, watching him with a smile, the small but visible lines in the corners of her eyes crinkling. 

"Planning a date already?"

Eddie's eyes widen. He kind of was.

But Steph doesn't seem repulsed, she's smiling at him with amusement, completely relaxed on her couch, beer in hand. So he shoots his shot. 

"I hope I'll get a few before then," he admits, looking her in the eyes, straight into her soul.

She hums, the smile still present but somehow turning sour. 

"When? You're leaving in a few days."

"That's a few days worth of dates," he counters. 

"You're gonna sweep me off my feet and leave? That's not nice," she points out.

"I—" Eddie frowns. "Yeah, I know," he deflates. Steph's right, he already feels insane and it would get only worse if he got a proper taste. 

She twists in her seat, feet landing on the carpet. He turns with a sigh, ready to be kicked out. He can always try next time, right?

tags: @wheneverfeasible @steddieinthesun @hattsy-likes-pretty-stuff @bumblebeecuttlefishes @phantomcat94

@tartarusknight  @tinyplanet95 @steddiefication @estrellami-1 @disrespectedgoatman

@madigoround @tartarusknight @blasvemous @cryptid-system @hiei-harringtonmunson

@hellowhatthehellisgoingonhere @dreamercec @manliest-of-muppets

@bookbinderbitch @marklee-blackmore @icecat

[t1red-twilight]

Hey! I was wondering if youre open to writing a chubby or plus size reader? If so would you be willing to do a peter parker or steve harrington one with the fluff prompt 'can i borrow your sweater' but its the readers sweater cause theyre a little bigger then them yk? Sorry if this makes you uncomfy, you can ignore it i was just curious :) ty!

can i borrow your sweater?

content/warnings: gn!reader, chubby/plus size!reader, fluff, clingy peter</3

notes: thank you for requesting! this is such a cute idea, and also writing for a chubbier reader was so fun. i myself am midsize and i loved writing this<3

word count: 1.3k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

winter in new york had come early this year. this had not been a problem for you, as you thrived in the cold. most of the clothes that you owned were sweaters.

also, as of late your rent had gone up and you couldn’t afford to pay it. so, your best friend peter offered to let you move in and you could split his rent. after some back and forth, and peter assuring you it’d be no big deal, you moved in.

there were two issues, and one that you had not been informed of. peter’s apartment complex had a habit of the heat going out, and the landlord seemed to not care when anyone would complain about it.

the other problem was that you possibly, maybe, perhaps, most likely, had a crush on peter. something about his soft voice and his gentle hands enthralled you. or perhaps it was his penchant for justice and standing up for what he believed in. either way, the butterflies that ravaged your stomach when he entered a room only grew in size when you moved in.

luckily, regarding problem number 1, you were set. a tee shirt plus a sweater or two and you were good to go. somewhere in your boxes was your heated blanket, but presently you couldn’t find it in you to loot around in your things just yet.

currently, you were wearing two sweaters and sitting underneath one of peter’s throw blankets on the couch, watching tv. out of the corner of your eye you saw peter exit his room and enter the living room.

the first thing that you noticed was how bare he was considering the current circumstances. the heat had gone out in the apartment again, and there was a storm coming in. just your luck, however, talking to or messaging the landlord was fruitless as he never responded over weekends.

seeing as all you had was a tiny space heater, peter not stocking up and drowning himself in a sweater or two was weird. when he sat down you gave him a weird look. “aren’t you cold?” you asked.

peter immediately shook his head, a little too enthusiastically. “do you want some blanket?” you followed up. this time he paused, and then nodded affirmatively. you held up the side of the blanket and he scooted closer to you. it seemed as if the hum of the television went silent as he curled into you.

peter’s chin rested on top of your shoulder and the rest of his body pressed up against and into your side. every now and then he would nestle in closer, almost like a dog or a cat settling in for the night.

then you felt it: shivering. despite staring your body heat and a blanket, peter began to shiver. “do you want to go get a sweater or a hoodie or something? you’re practically vibrating, pete,” you said. your voice was lowered as he was so close to you.

peter nodded before answering, “yeah,” he paused. “but all mine are dirty right now.” you turned your head to look at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“you don’t have any?”

at your question, he shook his head “no.” you had unpacked most of your wardrobe. he could definitely wear one of yours. “do you want to wear one of mine?”

his head turned to look at you. his soft brown eyes looked almost pleading. “yes,” he said curtly. following his answer, you stood to go and grab one from your room. just as you were placing the blanket back down to cover peter, he stopped you.

“no, i want that one,” he said, pointing at the outwardmost purple sweater that you were wearing. huh? your face scrunched up in confusion. why would he want this one? “it’ll be warm already cause you’ve been wearing it.” his voice dropped a couple decibels and his eyes darted away a few times.

you slid the sweater off and became aware that your layers had risen slightly to show the expanse of your belly. quickly, you jerked your shirt and the remaining sweater back down. you handed the purple knit sweater over to peter.

you were aware of your size, and that in some places you were bigger than peter. sometimes you were more aware of it than others. needless to say, your sweater should have no problem fitting him.

when he put it on, he looked so very snug. he pulled the sleeves of the sweater over his hands and the neckline up to his chin. oddly enough, peter’s cozy appearance made you feel almost territorial. there he was, your best friend, wearing your clothes. perhaps you’d have to find a way to get him to do this again; but maybe that was just being selfish.

it hit you that you were staring him down when his hand wrapped itself around your wrist and tugged you back towards him on the couch. this time he pulled the blanket up to allow you to crawl underneath it. as quickly as he could, he burrowed in close to you just as he had before.

sure, the lack of your second sweater made the chill a little more obvious, but frankly, you couldn’t really feel it. a flustered heat rose to your cheeks and encompassed your body.

you tried with all your might to go back to watching the show that was playing, but you couldn’t focus. after all, your best friend (who you weren’t really sure how you felt about) was huddled up close to you, while wearing your clothes. needless to say, you were beyond distracted.

peter’s breath brushed against your face, and you could smell the fresh scent of the cologne or aftershave he had on.

after an agonizing thirty-ish minutes, peter spoke. “i think it’s time for bed,” he mumbled.

you hummed in affirmation, trying to find the strength to speak without your voice breaking. “yeah,” was all you managed to get out. the two of you stayed sitting for a couple more moments before you stood up. your back was stiff and your cheeks were still hot. you briefly turned to wave at him, and gave a strangled, “good night, peter.”

“wait!” he called. you stopped mid-step to look back at him. he was standing, both hands held out. “it’s going to be a cold night,” he stated. you nodded. duh. “you’re going to get really cold,” he continued. you weren’t really sure if you were the one to be worried about, to be honest.

peter took two steps toward you. “i’m not sure you should really be worried about that,” you vocalized. “seeing as you needed my sweater just now.”

“yes!” his voice was slightly louder. “i’m going to get really cold.” your eyebrows scrunched, unsure of what he was getting at. “that’s why i think you should sleep in my room tonight. to, uh-” he swallowed and his adam’s apple bobbed. “to share body heat.”

at this moment you could hear your heart in your ears. your mouth was slightly agape, but you closed it quickly. all you could do was nod and let peter lead you to his room.

you were familiar with his room and all the trinkets that he had inside of it. peter pulled back the sheets and duvet on one side before walking around to the other side and getting in. as casually as possible you got in too. this was perfectly normal! best friends totally did stuff like this all the time. this was no big deal.

before you could even get a grip on what your racing mind was thinking, peter was right next to you, scooting in again. you took a deep breath and decided that if you were going to share a bed with him, you might as well do it on your own terms. nerves, or not.

you mimicked his action and inched in towards him, and curled an arm around his waist. he followed, and pulled your body in to his. you could hear his steady heartbeat from the angle you were at.

then, you saw from over his shoulder a drawer that sat opened just a little. what was in it made your smitten heart beat a little harder with infatuation. in the drawer sat peter’s own collection of sweaters. there they sat, and they were clean.

[k0nanharv3y]

Tim Is A Wayne. AU

Au where Tim joins the batfam early but decides to have a simple life

Most "Tim joins the batfam early" fics end with Jason never going to Ethiopia and Tim becoming Robin while Jason becomes Flamebird or Red Hood. And I'm usually fine with that

But

Listen to me carefully

What if... What if Tim doesn't become Robin? 😦😦😦😦😦

LISTEN TO ME

PUT DOWN THAT ROCK

So... yeah, the kid likes to run around Gotham and take pictures, but let's be honest, Tim is an amateur, the only times he plays the hero are to protect himself or because the situation requires it

So... Tim keeps "sneaking" around to take pictures of Batman and Robin, and I say "sneaking" because even if he walked out the door it wouldn't change the fact that everyone already knows. And Tim doesn't want to become Robin, in canon he never wanted to be Robin, but Batman needed a Robin, but since Jason never died, then Tim doesn't have to become Robin

Do you get my point?

No? I don't care

There are two paths here, Tim becomes a spy for the Bats and now takes pictures of villains and deals in illegal stuff and... Well, he's an Oracle but physical (SOMEONE GIVE ME TIM A SPY, I AM BEGGING YOU) and now he has backup in case he falls off a building or someone notices him, and now he has equipment that doesn't consist of black clothes and worn out sneakers, but he never becomes a vigilante who fights bad guys, he's... Natasha Romanoff but without the fighting skills

And the other way... Tim... has a normal life 😦😦😦😦😦😦😦 as normal as being Bruce Wayne's son would allow him, he goes to school even though he's ahead, he has two brothers who love him and are willing to kill/die for him, he has Alfred (which, being the only member who doesn't stay up all night hitting people, he appreciates him and teaches him things about life [TIM KNOWS HOW TO COOK LIKE ALFRED, SOMEONE, I BEG YOU TO GIVE ME THAT] and among all his grandchildren, Tim is the favorite). And he has Bruce, who is a good father and is thrilled that one of his sons didn't take his path and is safe at home :D

Here are two more paths from "Tim Joining The Batfam Early" and that is... Jason's Death. It didn't happen: It's a lot of what you read above, not a lot of changes and that's fine. And... Jason does die

But Bruce doesn't get another Robin and Tim doesn't become Robin because his brother just died in that suit... a lot of Angst there. And Bruce doesn't break down because his family won't let him, he can't break down because his other son needs him. And when Jason comes back the first thing he wants to do is see his little brother

And there's plenty of angst there for them to feed on

But let's leave the angst aside, let's get to the fun part

Jason never dies and Tim is kidnapped

Option A) Tim stays silent as he waits for whoever comes to get him out of here, staring at anyone who passes by

Option B) He unties himself and escapes to the roof, waiting for whoever is coming for him to appear

Tim finishes high school and goes to Ivy University and is accepted with a scholarship and the family is happy

Tim welcomes Damian with open arms because he always wanted a little brother (he wanted to stop being treated like the baby of the family, please, he's 15 now) and Damian wants to hate this kid because it seems like everyone in the family loves him, but he's the person who gives the most stability to the mansion and the family and he's the one who convinced Bruce to let him have a cat

Tim is still the smartest of the 3 brothers, he helps out with whatever he can, Superboy has a weird crush on him, he solves all of Nygma's riddles and brags about it on social media, he does his internships at WE but not out of necessity but because it's his father's company. Ra's has his eye on him for some reason ????? But fuck everyone, Ra's looks at him too much and his family will make sure that's the last thing he does

And Tim... he lives a normal life. He goes to college, he has friends outside of the masks, he is loved and he loves and... It's okay

And WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT IS THIS THOUGHT???? TIM BECOMING RED HOOD????????? WHAT?????? that's another post, lol

[atangledfate]

Lanolin was happy to just have found everyone and insured that no one was in trouble. Sometimes she felt like a Mom chasing after her kids! Though at least one of them was disciplined enough to stay where she said she'd be. But she had the books she wanted, a language book for translations, a history book and a geography book. All things she was sure the brains back home would tear apart in days and figure it all out. On top of all of that Tangle hadn't offended the royal and in fact they seemed to be getting along well.

" Oh yea! well mostly thanks to my Uncle! I was a bit of a trouble maker when i was little! so he taught me me to channel it into martial arts! kept me out of trouble! well mostly... still got a call or two for knockin' some bullies around but! ya know kids will be kids right? "

She could have done serious damage in truth but she always had the sense to hold back. But she wasn't about to let mean kids bully her friends! If she had to get a detention or two it was worth it. Still it was nice to have her talents noticed! Next to guys like sonic, and tails it was easy to get overshadowed.

She sighed softly

" It's a pleasure your highness, its a pleasure to meet you. I do hope Tangle's been on her best behavior--- she can be a little rambunctious. "

Duo only smiled at Reyna and scratched his chin a little meekly as he hadn't meant to startled Lanolin so much. But he was a cat and naturally stealthy it seemed. Still it was a bit funny to hear her make that sound true silliness. A fair way to distract from his disappearance he hoped. Though Reyna clearly was curious where he'd been and it did make perfect sense to ask.

" Aha--- yea that was the plan and... then i had to go... ya know to the pathroom! which took me a moment to find! and then everything was MUCH bigger then i am! ho boy... this is why the Commander always says to go before a mission... which i normally do but... well this was rather sudden as it were "

Lanolin sighed as she eyed the feline but could understand since he probably just had lunch before coming. Still at least everything turned out ok.

" well its ok Duo, so what process do we need to go through to check these out. I think between what i have here... and the others we have a good bit of info to return to Restoration with. We probably shouldn't be to long or Miss Jewel will worry. "

She admitted clutching the books close to her chest

" Though! its my hope we can plan future expeditions, and establish diplomatic relations properly. Though that is far more Miss Jewels area of expertise then my own "

Reyna was glad that Lanolin seemed to be in wonder of the library. She was absolutely going to invite the sheep over again in the future. Whisper seemed to be settling in nicely, even looking quite cute with the number of books around her. Since they couldn't find Duo, and Tangle was higher priority, she nodded and continued along.

"Hahaha, why that sounds quite a lot like our world's Awoken, which I am one of! My gift was my unique eye sight." He says, as his eyes gaze over Tangle. "And I can see that despite your chipper appearance, you're a natural born fighter. You could switch into a fighting stance as easily as a dragon takes to breathing their natural element." He compliments.

Sadan hears the two approaching, and turns his attention towards them. "Ah, my beloved Reyna, how lovely to see you. I presume you're showing these Mobians around?" He asks.

"Hey honey, and yeah I am! Lanolin, this is my husband Sadan, Emperor of the Ancient Empi-" She begins before she's cut off by the sudden baa. Oh that was so cute! But then she sees Duo. Huh...that was some good stealth on his part. Surprisingly so, for someone so seemingly fresh.

"Duo, what were you doing over here? I thought you said you'd be reading up on our technology." She asks him.

[tulpanya]

take me out!

includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.

summary : it's time for a date! the types of date [character] takes you out on!

warnings : gn! reader. pet names ("hun" - curly, "babe" - daisuke).

ANYA

quiet night in.

The smell of takeout wafted through the air as you brought in the food, Anya's mouth already watering. Unable to wait any longer, she paddles her way over to where you're serving the food on some plates. "This was a good call, Anya." You grin, the food getting to you as well. "We really needed a night in!" She nods in agreement.

"And I already rented the movie," She chirps, taking her plate and walking with you back into the living room, where blankets, pillows, and various candies are strewn for maximum comfort.

Snuggling close together under the covers, with full bellies and a good movie, Anya couldn't help but feel her heart do little somersaults because this was a night she definitely needed.

café.

It was a small cafe with a warm environment, and you and Anya often frequented the place whenever you two had time. "They have a new design- a cat!" Anya says, she's always been in awe of how they manage to do the cute little designs in her lattes. You both order and when she shows you the cat you can't help but snicker.

"Why're you laughing?" Anya asks, confused by your reaction.

"Because it looks just like you!" You say between laughs, begging for her to hold it up a little so you can take a picture of her and cat-latte-art-her. She gives an awkward smile, not quite seeing the similarities but pleased you seem so happy. You instantly make the picture your lockscreen.

"Wha- don't do that!" She cries out, embarrassed by the photo.

"But you and cat-anya will give me strength when I can't persist!" She, reluctantly, lets you keep the picture as your lockscreen.

botanical garden.

You were running late, and as much as that disappointed you, it was also totally worth it to see Anya standing there in all her beauty. Despite the most beautiful flowers surrounding her, she was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing within the vicinity. After she anxiously checked her watch and glanced around, you finally snapped out of your stupor and greeted her.

"Anya, sorry I'm late- a train-" Anya lets out a relieved breath, reaching for you and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your cheek.

"I'm just glad you're okay," She pulls away and chuckles at how flustered you look from a simple kiss and her worry. "Should we... walk?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, interlocking fingers with you.

"Y- yeah! Yes, let's go!" The flowers were nice, but you both seemed a little distracted with each other— you'll both have to visit another time.

CURLY

stargazing.

It's so cheesy and cliche, yet Curly somehow manages to pull off a 'night under the stars' perfectly. A beautiful spot, a comfortable blanket, some simple snacks, and of course an extra coat that he can wrap around you should you get too cold.

He's got your head resting on his shoulder/chest, and he occasionally points out a constellation. "Over there is Delphinus," He says, his eyes never leaving the stars. He truly loved the night sky, it's obvious he always had. You hum, snuggling closer to him.

"What about that one over there?" You ask, pointing to a bright one.

"That," He says, a grin on his lips that just screams trouble. "Is Venus, planet of love." He moves so he's hovering above you now, mischief in his eyes. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, before another, and another, and the planets and stars are long forgotten as you two kiss under the night sky.

hiking.

Whether you have been hiking before or not, Curly is always excited to wake up early with you and go for a hike. He's like a golden retriever with how much energy he has as you two move through the rocky terrain.

He's still ever the gentleman though, "Let me help you," He says, lending you his hand to step over a particularly rough part. He doesn't really let go of your hand after that, much preferring to make sure you stay by his side instead.

By the time you two reach the top, the view is most definitely worth it. "It's beautiful," You breathe, eyes looking out over the horizon. Curly smiles, his gaze trained on you and only you.

"Sure is."

food truck.

It's greasy, messy, but Curly absolutely loves getting food from a food truck with you and just walking around the city/a nearby park. "Damn," He mumbles with a mouthful of food as the greasy food began to drip down his chin. You can't help but laugh at his panicked face as he tries to lick it up (and fail).

"Hold on you big baby," You tease, grabbing a spare napkin you shoved in your pocket and wiping the grease away for him. He swallows his food and bites back a laugh.

"Thanks," Curly leans in for a kiss but you push away his head, "Wha- hun?"

"Oh, no way! You choose to get extra garlic. I'm not kissing you." Curly whines for a little, pouting about not getting a kiss but eventually gets over it at the promise of kisses after he brushes his teeth. "You're something else, you know that?"

"You love me." He declares rather confidently, and you can't deny he's right.

DAISUKE

videogames.

"I'll be your player two, babe." Daisuke so chivalrously offers up the player one position to you, which you gladly take his offer for. It's a two-player puzzle rpg game where you have to help each other throughout the game- and Daisuke is already vowing his 'life' to you.

"Not that way, not that way!" You exclaim, trying to keep Daisuke from falling off the screen during a boss battle.

"I know, I know!" He squeaks tilting with his controller, "The controls are all backwards ugh! I'm tryin', just give me a second, okay?" You both are so focused and intense, fighting the boss battle with the utmost seriousness. And when that beautiful flash of 'You Win' shines on the screen you both hug each other with relief.

"Finally!" You cheer, "I thought we'd be stuck at that boss for hours!" You fake cry tears of relief, and Daisuke joins in with your faux tears.

"It's all because of your amazing leadership, babe! Thank you for not leaving me behind~"

"I literally couldn't..." You say, suddenly a little deadpan. You pull away and give him a pointed look, and all Daisuke can do is giggle, knowing he caused more trouble than help throughout the game.

"It's because my guy was all weird- next time I'll be player one and you'll see!"

"Suuuure, Dai... Sure."

karaoke.

The first time Daisuke took you to karaoke you didn't expect him to have such a nice voice, but now you look forward to going to karaoke with him just to hear him sing!

"This one's for you babe!" Daisuke points to you, just as he has for the last several songs he's dedicated to you. You simply clap and cheer as he dances about, singing another love song. That's when he realizes that it's actually a duet, and he begins to beckon you on stage.

"C'mon," He urges you to hurry, and you (albeit hesitantly) join him on the little stage area and take the extra mic. You join in on cue, both of you now singing your hearts out together- and the next several songs continue on like this until you're both so exhausted you collapse on the sofa in the karaoke room.

aquarium.

"I have a special connection with the fish, just watch." Daisuke says almost too confidently before putting his forehead against the fish tank with his eyes squeezed shut. You just watch in amusement, wondering how long he'll do this. Finally he snaps his eyes open and turns to you with a proud smile.

"And... what did you just do with this special connection?"

"I just told all the fish that I love my partner so, so, so, sooo much." He says, nodding along with his words. You snort a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "What? It's true! They had to know, don't need some stingray trying to woo you."

"I doubt that'd happen," You say, wiping some tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. "But good to know that all the fishes know how much we love each other." Daisuke grins, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to the next exhibit.

"Now I gotta go make sure the crustaceans know too."

SWANSEA

sport event.

Swansea had somehow managed to snag some pretty good tickets to an upcoming game of his favorite team- and he had invited you to come with him. You didn't know much about the sport, but that didn't stop you from researching into the game as much as possible before going with him.

Swansea had to bite back a snicker as you showed up fully decked out in the opposite teams merch- seems you got a little confused, but your enthusiasm melted his heart. "I- I know that!" You declared when he told you about the mishap. "I wanted us to have a rivals-to-lover thing going on."

"Riiiight..." He eyes you suspiciously, not believing you one bit but he'll let it slide. Despite the embarrassing mistake, Swansea seems proud to have you by his side as you two attend the game even though some other attendants seem to be giving you a nasty glare. He just flips them off before wrapping his arm around you.

restaurant.

Swansea enjoyed listening to you chat about your day, the quiet atmosphere of the cozy restaurant only added to the experience. When the food finally comes out you excitedly get ready to eat, only to notice Swansea's meal looks a little more appetizing.

"Mm? Oh, no... No, absolutely not." Swansea sighs, shaking his head. He could already feel a little headache forming.

"Just a bite?" You ask, batting your lashes. Swansea groans, begrudgingly offering a bite of his food. That was, as he knew, a mistake as you moaned about how good the food tasted. You then offered him a bite of yours. He rolled his eyes.

"Give it to me."

"Thank you~" You coo, swapping plates with him. You take his hand and give it a little squeeze. "You're the best~"

"Just eat your food."

bowling.

"You're not winning." Swansea said, rolling his eyes. You had never once won since you two started going bowling regularly. You scoff at him, putting on your bowling shoes.

"I'll have you know I've been practicing!"

"Alright, if you win, what do you want?" Swansea concedes, indulging your competitiveness. You hum, thinking before a grin grows on your face. He did not like the sight of that.

"When I win, I want you to admit that I'm a waaaaay better bowler than you." He scoffs this time. You shrug, standing up and approaching the lanes. "Afraid you'll lose, Swans?"

"Hardly, I'm just thinking about how good you'll look vacuuming."

"Wha- If I lose I have to vacuum?!" Swansea rolls his shoulders, his gaze hardened by the bet you two had set up. "W- Well, that's only if I lose- which I won't! So prepare to admit your defeat and to vacuum!" You say, before ultimately losing the match.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[cawslew]

pitching a random hc here, do you think that dazai and atsushi would get into the habit of giving each other gifts? i feel like dazai would give atsushi things because atsushi is too unused to just having more than the bare minimum and he would keep everything. then he feels he needs to return the favor and he thinks about things to give dazai that dazai keeps to fill his normally kind of empty (andpresumablylifeless) room. atsushi definitely keeps everything he's given (as his outfit is everything the ada prepared for him despite some items being redundant), but i feel like dazai doesn't try to keep anything. but he can't really reject the sincerity of atsushi's gift, so he has to keep it (and i think it's really funny that he would have to content with physical proof that people do care for him because he can't bring himself to throw it away)

OOOOH, I do love the idea! It would fit their personalities (definitely I'm not clinging to that one scene of Wan... It definitely isn't super important to me.)

Dazai would 100% be the type to start it, casually. Probably even without realizing fully how much it would mean to Atsushi (He knew it would be important to him but not on such a big scale). He might even give him practical things at first, like a nicer notebook, a scarf for winter, or, you know, small silly things, like a cat charm that he's trying to convince Atsushi will ward off bad luck.

But we know Atsushi didn’t get to have stuff in his childhood... It always resulted in punishments, so he definitely has to adjust to the concept of receiving gifts and people caring for him. So everything he would get from Dazai would feel important. He would treasure it all, even if he calls out Dazai for trying to trick him with the silly little charm, he would keep it in his pocket at all times. Or use the notebook until it’s full, even if it’s a cheap one.

But like you said, Atsushi would definitely feel obliged to reciprocate, and agonize over what to get for a man like Dazai 😭 So he would want to be thoughtful, and because of that, he would start to observe Dazai even more, focus on the things that the other would use or need. Of course, Dazai doesn’t keep much around, avoiding owning anything for too long or having too much, most likely avoiding any sentimentality whenever possible... So he is put in a bit of a predicament when Atsushi gives him something. It’s just impossible to reject it, since the other put so much thought and sincerity behind that gesture. Like, imagine Atsushi gifting him something simple, like a well-made pen with a note saying, “I noticed you’re always borrowing Kunikida’s.” Or even something impractical but heartfelt.

Dazai would try to justify why he shouldn’t keep that stuff ("I don’t need another pen, Atsushi, I can just use Kunikida’s"), but in the end, he will cave and keep it. Over time, he’d probably find himself unable to throw these things away, no matter how small or insignificant they might seem. At some point, he would need to confront the fact that Atsushi genuinely cares for him. It would be physical evidence of their connection, which is something Dazai is very unused to (knowing how his previous relationships with other people looked like). Maybe at first he tucks the gifts away in drawers or keeps them out of sight, but eventually, they start filling his space and straight up force him to keep them in sight.

It do be a little bit of a bittersweet and funny image to me. Just Atsushi loving everything and keeping it because it gives him comfort... Whilst Dazai is the opposite of that spectrum, reluctantly keeping little gifts because he can’t bring himself to reject the sincerity, but at the same time being scared of such emotions. Gold headcanon moment fr.

[alkhemeya]

So, guess who forgot to post whenever I finished an episode and accidentally sped through Season 1? Me. I did. I'm guilty.

And what the fuck is happening??

Statement Begins.

The Magnus Archives, Season 1 — Thoughts.

1. So, madame Jane prentiss was a jumpscare. Now I am terrified of bugs even more. (That fucking ep of hers scares me. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT SINGS TO YOU—)

2. Tim seems pretty cool. I am sure he isn't human still. Maybe he was raised as a human and doesn't know? Not sure. Found it funny he got high as shit though.

3. Sacha is... fine? She probably got attacked, but she had gotten out okay. I think. Her voice is different, but I'm pretty sure they changed voice actors, so I'm not worried. They've done that in some shows, so it's nothing.

4. Martin, my boy. I love him. Got traumatised by worms, clearly has a thing for Sims (I'm not being delusional, shut up) and is secretly badass. Fight me on this. Got traumatised by Prentiss and I can't fucking blame him bringing her worms to work so Sims would listen.

4.4. Also, what do you MEAN HE FOUJD GERTRUDES BODY??? WHAT. (Elias did this. I know this. He's the evil boss archetype.)

5. Sims, you wet cat of a man. Still my no.1 fave. His fear is so relatable. I can count how many times I've been scared but pretended to be skeptical (I've went ghost hunting a few times and it was so fucking scary.) He's such a dumbass too. Though Martin was a ghost. He's so stupid (affectionate.)

6. The newest spooks, who will be added to the list eventually.

6.1. Okay, dark cult is dark cult. Clearly feeding stuff to whatever abomination they worship.

6.2. There are uncanny Valley fucks roaming around who may be killer clowns. Why are there doll clown things? I hate clowns. Also clearly pod people? I love the anatomy class, they're clearly aliens/pod people.

6.3. There may be multiple entitues, as I call them. Around, uh, 8? One to do with bodysnatching/uncanny Valley, the dark/death, bugs and rot, watching/hunting, destruction, meat?, insanity, and caves/claustrophobia. I think. I may not be right. I have names for them already, like they're eldritch gods. Am I pulling stuff out of my ass? Maybe, but it makes sense TO ME.

7. Also, werewolves and Ghosts very much exist. And skinwalkers. Like, all the spooky shit. I am in heaven.

Might do a thing where I do either half a season each, since it'll be easier, and I won't, you know, forget about this. Like I usually do.

Anyways, I love how it's all coming! I can't wait to get into season 2 by next Monday. Gotta give myself a break!

[kaede-yamada]

Kaede had wanted to be a dad for a long time. It had been his chance to essentially get it right this time, where his own father was a good man he just didn’t know how to pull say from work and the stares of it all had took him too soon. He didn’t want to be that kid of dad for his own daughter. It was why he was so focused on making sure she would always be happy, even before losing his wife his main focus was being a dad. He hoped he was doing the right things. “ I was sort of the stay at home parent when she was little. I used to be a writer, so I was home all day. I think that helped when things when bad because we already were close.i worry she won’t want to talk as much as she gets older but I’m trying to surround her with people she can speak to in case. “ he admitted. His daughter had Layla, Hinata, the neighbors, honestly even Lara seemed like such a safe option with how kind she was to him and her. He just wanted his daughter to feel supported.

“ I think I was being a little self serving myself. I never had pets growing up so as soon as I saw a tuxedo cat playing with the one my daughter wanted, I was like well now they’re a pair “ he admitted with a small smirk. Having that cats around was an amazing thing despite the fact that his couches told a different story. “ out of curiosity, has there been a cat here for a long time?” He asked out of curiosity. He knew Haru and Jiji were a duo and followed his daughter around but maybe a third cat who could use a forever home would be okay? “ I hope so. Honestly I’d just want her to be happy even if it’s her spending time with her cats. “ @laraxamarin

Lara leaned against the counter, her expression softening as she listened to him. “Kaede, you’re doing it right,” she said simply, her voice gentle but sure. “You’re giving her what she needs—stability, love, and the chance to just be a kid. That’s more than most people can say. And let’s be honest, none of us really know what we’re doing when it comes to this parenting thing. You’re figuring it out, and that’s what matters.”

She smiled, tilting her head as her eyes lit up with amusement. “As for the cats, I think you’re secretly a genius. Sibling cats? Instant playmates, constant cuddles, and no guilt about leaving one alone. And hey,” she added with a smirk, “you deserve a buddy, too. Just because you’re the grown-up doesn’t mean you don’t get to share in the comfort.” Lara crossed her arms, her grin turning teasing. “Don’t think you’re getting away with playing second fiddle to those cats, though. They might have their favorites, but you’ll always be her number one. Even when she starts acting like she’s too cool for her dad, she’ll still come back to you. You’ve made sure of that.”

[apricitae-world]

BASHFUL DAWN

Xavier is exhausted after fighting against Soren and reliving his past. You try to help. [XAVIER X READER FLUFF]

THIS POST CONTAINS: Xavier X gender neutral reader, angst, fluff, Xavier is implied to have self-esteem issues, talking about feelings, cuddling and snuggling, my take on "Voyage of the Outcast" story chapter.

Enjoy.

BASHFUL DAWN

After the report of the college incident and the device left by Soren, Xavier had been missing from your life. The last day you two spoke seemed like a dream now, when he promised he would tell you everything.

Xavier always lies. Bile rises to your throat right after you wake up in the morning, plagued by the memories of your (boy)friend. Even though Xavier lived literally on the floor above yours, it seemed an invisible wall had been put between you.

You knocked on his door the following afternoon, but no response. You hadn't seem him in the Hunters Association for work either, Captain Jenna's brow furrowed in concern, but brushing it off like a "well earned rest". When you left the apartment to feed the stray cat, there was already a bowl of food in its telltale place. You visit Philos, inquiring poor Jeremiah to where his friend might have been. The man was sweating cold, saying he didn't know. Things reaching a breaking point when you visited your garden, the one you saved from a Wanderer oh so long ago.

It really felt like he was gone from your life, barely any signal of life to say he was there at all.

After a few days of trying to pick yourself up (Tara truly was a wonderful friend to hear your rants and watch your comfort movies), you see a familiar bedhead leaving a convenience store with five bowls of hotpot in hand.

"Xavier?" His lustrous blond hair was now matted and lifeless. His blue, shiny eyes did not reflect any light anymore, and his lovely white sweater, the one you stole and wore so many times, was almost falling from his shoulders.

He looked terrible.

"Hi." He says, still not meeting your gaze. You wanted to yell, scream, grab him by his arms and ask where the hell he has been. Even so, seeing him like this made your anger deflate like a sad balloon. "Are you okay?" You ask.

Xavier lifts his head, shocked. Guess he wasn't expecting that reaction either. "I was the one who ghosted you. I'm the one who is supposed to be making amends." He concludes and falls silent again. "I'm sorry. I keep messing up."

This version of your lover was nothing short of terrible. You had never seem him look so defeated. "Why didn't you reply to me texts? My calls? I dropped by your place so many times." Street lights and car honks were all around you, but you coudn't find yourself to care. In fact, your world seemed just too quiet.

"Let's go to my place. I guess I owe you an explanation." No more words were exchanged during the walk, and maybe you prefered it that way. The last thing you want is to make a fuss in front of the whole building.

The inside of Xavier's apartment was messy. Some dirty dishes here and there, unfinished books scattered around and no calm music playing. His trustworthy cleaning robot, the one he would not stop talking about a while back, layed gathering dust in a corner. The entire place seemed pretty much unrecognizable.

Xavier put some water to boil for his hotpots and sat beside you on the fluffly couch. "The first thing I should do is apologize. No one should go missing like that, especially after what we went through." You hum. A sign for him to keep going. "I tought things would be better if I tried to solve them by myself. No matter what, I want you to be safe. And happy."

"What makes you think I don't want to be part of this? Of finding things out with you?" You squish his face gently between your hands. He goes limp in your hold, content. "It's dangerous, and I don't even know if my plan will work at all."

"If you tell me what the plan is, then I can help you." You say matter-of-factly and raise a brow. Xavier's face scrunches and he laughs. His voice was a little hoarse, but beautiful as always. How you missed that.

"What do I have to say to make you understand we are in this together? Don't think you're getting rid of me so easily." He closes the distance between you, holding all of your body close against his. "I would never want to get rid of you."

Your lovely silence was interrupted by the sound of metal clanking against each other and the smell of something burning. "Xavier! The water for the hotpot!" You both look at each other with newfound horror before sprinting to the kitchen.

Some things never change.

-

The hotpots were delicious, even if you scolded him for eating instant food for a week straight. You both made a promise to clean the apartment on the following day and start putting things in order. Slowly.

"Thank you for being here. And not being mad." You think a little before replying. "I am mad, I won't deny. But I also like you a lot and don't want to lose what we have. If you promise me to be more open about what you want and what you need, we'll be alright."

"Okay. I'll try." Xavier takes a deep breath. "I love you." Thank goodness your boyfriend didn't have a phone right now, because your face was priceless: eyes open and mouth agape. "I love you too."

You two end up sharing a bed that night. His room was messy like the rest of the house, but you promised to fix it in the morning. As so, all the lights were turned off and you hugged Xavier from under the covers. Everything seemed alright in the world.

When the sun arrived the next morning, you two were still holding each other close. No matter how dark the night, there would always be stars to guide the way, and the morning would surely arrive. You hold Xavier a little tighter and drift back to sleep.

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[stxneflxwers]

Ah well, hopefully this works. I hope I understood what you meant asking for requests

Can I please request Malachy, Aventurine, and Sunday(since you're trying him out:]) with a Witch S/O who thinks they don't love the character enough, so Witch!S/O tries to make a love potion to make them undeniably smitten and infatuated with the character?

As in the reader is drinking the potion so that they aren't "accidentally unloving" towards the character, and the character finds them first(or the reader asks, whichever you'd prefer to write)

This is somewhat based off my own anxiety regarding not showing enough emotion when I feel I should, you seem like you could make a good fic of that as you're more in touch with mental illness and the like

love potion.

summary. you believe your love for them simply isn't enough – and, of course, as a witch, you think you have just the right solution.

a/n. hi pookie!! ty for the request!! it should be fun to write ! and it's honestly pretty relatable as someone who struggles to show love in any way aside from like, metaphorically sitting next to my loved ones and blinking at them slowly like a cat LMAO. also rip me, i excluded sunday from this cuz during writing aventurine's, i noticed how long it was gonna be... maybe i'll write sunday's another time 👀

characters. aventurine. malachy. gn reader.

cw. witch is used in the most gender neutral way i can manage. love potions. insecurity/anxiety. affection (physical, verbal). established relationship(s). one singular instance of oc (Malachy) x reader. all lowercase. hurt/comfort. reader cries.

aventurine.

(w.c: 739)

he's oh-so perceptive. your magical antics do not go unnoticed the vast majority of the time. there's times it will slip past him, but that's either from sheer chance or because he wasn't paying that much attention.

and, this time, he definitely cannot tear his eyes away from you.

he worries about you, of course. more than he would (or perhaps could) ever admit. he's a subtle lover, he doesn't put you in the spotlight unless you want to be there with him. even then, it can make him feel nervous, anxious.

so, when you start getting flashy and in-his-face with your affection and undying devotion – it's a little overwhelming for even him. he's not sure what's going on, but he can bet it has something to do with your potions or magic.

but, curiosity kills the cat, so he ends up turning this into a long-winded game – just to see how long you can keep doing this. he knows something is up, but whether you know that he knows is a different thing.

the longer this game goes on, the more he notices how delirious you're getting. he decides it's time for a little intervention.

when he goes to talk to you, you're brewing another potion in your organized mess of a kitchen at home. there's little tears in your eyes. he feels immediate pang of guilt for not doing this sooner, but there's a part of him that wishes you would've simply come to him a long time ago. instead of the other way around.

"hey," he greets with a soft smile, it's not one of his usual smiles, it has less edge to it. "what're you makin' this time, pretty thing?" he asks with a subtle affectionate lilt in his voice.

he doesn't step too far into the kitchen, he's instead hanging around the doorway – leaning against it with his arms crossed. he knows it's wisest to not wander too far into this "magical forest". at least, not when you're whittling away at yet another concoction.

"ah!" you squeak in surprise, nearly dropping your very precious mortar and pestle that has stuck with you for too long. it definitely wouldn't break by being dropped on the floor, but you worry anyways. "i'm, uhm..." you trail off, not wanting to confess. but you know it's difficult to lie to a liar – it takes one to know one.

"no worries, sweetheart, i think i have an idea," he tentatively steps up behind you, grabbing the mortar and pestle to set it aside. "here's my first guess... is it a...love potion?" his voice drops a pitch lower, and the interrogation has truly begun.

"wh–" you sputter, and you mentally damn him for being so observant, "yeah, it is... i just..."

he lazily loops his arms around your waist, patiently waiting for you to open up. his eyes don't stick to your face for too long, understanding it may stress you out more than necessary. he wants your trust, that's all.

"aventurine?" you mutter, "is my...is my love enough for you?" you ask bashfully, beginning to realize how ridiculous the notion may sound to him.

"it's more than i could ever ask for." he looks back at you, his soft smile growing warmer and sweeter.

"...are you sure?"

"absolutely sure, darling. in fact, i don't quite think i deserve such a pure, unfiltered love. but... that's a debate for another day, hmm?" he winks.

you twirl around in his arms, wrapping your own limbs around his neck and pulling him close for a warm, ensuring embrace. you sigh shakily over his shoulder, tears beginning to well up again.

"i love you so much, but i feel like...like it's never enough. i don't want to be unloving toward you. you don't deserve that... you deserve so much good, so much better." you whisper brokenly.

"well, i don't really care about what you think i 'deserve'," he pulls back slightly, taking your chin between two fingers and tilting your head to his height. "because, frankly, i only want you – even during the unlovable times." he says firmly, brooking no argument.

"...i..." you fall almost speechless as little tears begin to fall, "thank you..." you whisper hastily before hiding your face in the fluff of his fur-lined coat.

"hmhm," he hums, rubbing your back with one hand, "not a problem, darling... you are more precious to me than i could ever hope to convey."

malachy.

(w.c: 524)

malachy is also extremely observant. however, they're far more likely to approach you about certain issues instead of playing the long game. it may not seem like it from even up close, but they have a sensitive heart – so, they hate to see you struggle on your own, even if you want to do it by yourself.

they get it, though. independence is an addictive drug. but they still want you to understand that you can trust them, rely on them. they feel useless otherwise – not that they would ever say that to your face.

however, malachy has a certain..."threshold" for affection. it can be overwhelming for them after a certain point (despite having been married twice in the distant past). when you start getting a little too touchy, a little too vocal, they can't help the irritation that makes their only visible eye twitch.

they try their best not to vocalize this "minor" issue, though. they know what's up, but they want you to feel comfortable and safe, above all else. they put up with the sudden, frequent bouts of affection and attention. but, even a star from the very heavens have their limits to their patience...

"alright, alright," malachy grumbles, turning in your arms as you give them the nth hug that day. "what's going on?" their only visible eye narrows, but you can nearly feel the chill that their other, hidden eye holds.

"haha... wh-what do you mean?" you sputter in surprise, backing away. but malachy grabs you by the shoulders with tender hands. tender hands that have killed countless times, but they're the very same tender hands that hold you with grace and love.

"...you're not that sneaky, sorry to say," they sigh softly, tentatively releasing your shoulders; trusting that you won't run away. "i don't know what you've been concocting lately, but i'd like to know. i can smell the remnants of the potion."

you often forget how keen their senses are. despite looking and acting like a human, they're so far removed from it. they're the representation of a heavenly star from a distant universe – one you will never get to know intimately, never get to see or hear or feel. malachy is the closest you'll ever get to knowing the multiverse so deeply.

"i... i'm sorry!" you squeak, and it's pathetic to you, but you're at a loss what to say or do.

you want to run away, but the moment you turn to leave, malachy pulls you into a soft embrace. the kind of embrace you can easily tear away from. but you don't. you stay, contented to be in their arms yet scared to know what they'll say next.

"i want you to know that you're good enough, and no one else has the right to judge your worthiness. not even me." they whisper, leaning over your shoulder to press a chaste kiss to your cheekbone.

"mal... i..." you stutter before turning in their arms, grasping at the lapels of their leather trench coat. "...i love you – so, so much..." you remind.

"and i adore you, my lovely witch. i always have, and always will."

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of violence, mentions of being drugged, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 6: dreamcatchers…

“straighten up luv, don’t slouch in the photos.” you murmur gently as you lean over to tuck a loose strand of tim’s hair back into it’s neatly styled look, a practiced smile on your face as bright shutters flash around you.

“wha-dukes on his phone right now! tell him to look good in the pictures…” tim grumbles quietly as he straightens up beside you and puts his hands in his suit pockets, cringing slightly when his back audibly creaked from the movements.

“duke only agreed to attending and a few group photos, besides he’s not the newly announced board member on wayne enterprises. the cameras are gonna be glued to you all night luv.” you pointed out gently as you reached over to gently tug on damian’s arm and pull him closer for a few more photos, he does a good job of not reacting despite the fact that tim and damian were bickering in the car on the way over, he just crosses his arms behind his back and tilts his head back like a proud cat posing.

the paparazzi were loud tonight, shouting questions at everyone that walks by and shoving cameras in peoples faces while trying to follow after them. the security guards are having a field day tonight, you’ll need to remember to give them all extra tips. duke and jason both wander over when bruce gestures for them, duke shoving his phone in his back pocket and jason crosses his arms over his chest and subtly leans into your side.

“either of you seen richard and cass? please tell me they’re not in another interview.”

“cass is at the macarons table” jason grunts out, glaring half-heartedly when duke starts trying to subtly shoulder check him once they’re side by side.

bruce clears his throat to try to put a stop to their playfighting before it escalates, smiling and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the cameras continue flashing, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your upper arm.

duke leans over. “think i saw dick talking to babs near the minibar.” duke whispers while now trying to step on the back of tim’s shoe, snickering when tim tries to elbow him in the gut.

“knock it off.” bruce mumbles, tired already. the boys all relent and eventually go on their way once enough pictures have been taken in front of the name wall.

“I'll go find Cassie, meet me up by the stage?” You murmur in Bruce's ear, not waiting for a reply as you saunter off.

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damian sticks close to you as you approach the snack bar, grumbling quietly under his breath about how unprofessional everyone else is. you think it’s cute how he treats galas like a personal mission.

“-i’m just saying! they don’t take things as seriously as we do, our public image is in jeopardy every time we put them together, especially Tim and jason.”

you suppress a smile as you look for cass’s figure in the crowd, smoothly grabbing a sample plate and putting a few vegan friendly options on it. “they’re trying to make the best of a situation they don’t care for, luv. as long as no one starts backflipping off tables they’re fine.” you hand him the plate as you spot cass, already approaching you with a passive look on her face.

“hello, my shoes are uncomfortable.” she's straight to the point as always, standing ramrod straight in the kitten pumps in what you can guess is an attempt to not look awkward.

“Hello back, do you wanna go change them?” You gesture her closer as you start walking away from the tables.

“I told you they're impractical footwear.” Damian grumbles as he pokes at the zucchini bars you handed him, still following you like a shadow.

“I'm not walking barefoot, don't trust the floor's are clean.” Cass ignores Damian's comment, she wanted to try the heels and now she's done with them.

You smile amusedly as you start leading her towards the restrooms, “i have a pair of your flats, Cassie. Change into those and I'll hold your shoes, okay?” You start fishing for the rolled up pair out of one of your many pockets, handing the ballet flats to her and ushering her in.

She just nods and takes the shoes, disappearing into the bathrooms while you turn around to converse with Damian.

“Now then, once she's back let's -” you pause when you realize you don't see Damian anywhere, that was literally just a few seconds where did he go?

You twist around and glance behind and beside you, he's disappeared and…when did it get so quiet? Suddenly you hear a voice from the front of the room, grating and loud, slightly tinny, a recording?

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Gothams finest. You've all been selected for a very special trial tonight, you get to take part in valuable research...”

You'd recognize a monologue anywhere, you quickly start moving towards the voice, who is it tonight? The riddler? Your heart is already racing even though you try not to rush, not wanting to stand out. The guests murmur loudly around you, some already starting to dart towards an exit. The voice continues.

“.. Your participation is…unfortunately mandatory…in the study of fear.”

Your blood runs cold as you realize who exactly it is, you quickly grab a handkerchief out of one of your pockets and hold it over your mouth and nose, it's better than absolutely nothing you figure. you pause and consider going back to the bathroom, checking on Cass. But the need to find Damian is just a touch stronger, a gas can goes off across the room which causes a few people to scream and scramble away from it, shit. Where's your family?

You hear a scuffle behind an ice sculpture to your left which gets you to glance over for a second, Damian was being grabbed from behind by two guys in gas masks while he half-heartedly struggles. Your whole body freezes at the sight, is he pretending or has he been gassed? You hear more shrieks across the room as chaos sets in. You can't look away from Damian though, fuck what to do!?

You watch one of the guests slam their shoulder into another guest and try to smash a bottle over their head while shouting, the gas is taking affect already. You need to do something.

Without thinking you shove into the ice sculpture as hard as you can, sending the nude angelic lady toppling to the floor near the two men in gas masks and Damian. As soon as they look over you throw a food tray at one of them and start to go onto one of your other pockets, you curse as you realize pepper spray won't work on gas masks.

You panic and grab a cheese knife off the table instead, the two men start to approach you as Damian shouts something and starts to aggressively struggle, kicking one of them in the groin and trying to twist out of the other man's hold. The kicked man pulls out a canister and it drives you into such a panic that you rush over and drive the cheese knife into his shoulder and try to wrestle the can away from him, he shouts something muffled and it drops to the floor.

You kick it away from the first man and try to tackle the one still holding Damian, the elbow you get to the face makes you drop the handkerchief but you keep hitting at him after a brief stumble. Finally he releases Damian, he proceeds to grab both your shoulders and drive a hard knee into your gut. As soon as you double over you see movement out of the corner of your eye, the first man behind you swinging something at your head…

…You hear Damian's voice somewhere nearby…

…Loud thudding near you, when did you wind up on the floor?….

….What's that green stuff? It smells strange….

…..

…

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You wake up with a loud grunt, your heart monitor beeping wildly beside your hospital bed Your eyes darting around frantically for some threat.

What the fuck was that? You're dreaming about this place now? You're sweating, You gasp quietly for air and slowly pull your legs up to your chest as you try to regulate yourself. The darkness of the room giving you a slight sense of privacy as you try to gather your bearings.

“You're not insane. you're not insane. You're not insane.” You mumble to yourself like a mantra, that reminded you of one of Wanda's visions. It felt so realistic too…

You really wish you had access to alcohol right now.

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[ablogofloveandtrash]

Diana and Damon: Similar yet Different (might be split into parts depending on length)

For the past few days, one of the lead artists for Project: Eden's Garden has returned to release the remaining "Imitation" Art Pieces that were initially released in March 2023. The intent of the pieces was to depict the characters in vague, and rather abstract ways. The first artbook only featured 9 characters. All of which were the female members of Project: Eden's Garden Cast. Just recently the second Artbook, which now features all 16 students and Cara was featured, and in light of the full Imitation book's release. I will be discussing, analyzing and comparing Damon and Diana's pieces and their answer to 'What are you?' as both books question this for every single entry. In both books, Diana answers with 'A change', and in the complete book, Damon interestingly answers with 'A hope'.

Hope is already one of the existing themes in Eden's Garden's main figure of inspiration, Danganronpa. Yet the way hope is being handled and regarded is different to how it was done in the past. Hope and Change are two words that are often seen as synonymous. Yet are not. They're separate concepts that often intertwine with each other, hope is defined as the feeling and/ or desire of a certain outcome or expectation. Most of the time hope is used with a positive connotation. Especially when a person may want a desirable outcome. Damon's hope can be interpreted that in his journey of becoming the Ultimate Debater, he desires a better life. He wants to stand among Ultimates as reward for working so hard to support him and more so his family. However, what we know of Damon now, is that he's become hardened from his experiences. From how the world has affected him, Damon puts on a cynical, unfriendly attitude around others. He seems to have little hope, if at all. This answer seems to be contradictory on the surface. However, it is reflective of Damon. In his art, we are met with him in his current state. Bleached hair, dressed in the clothes he has most likely worn to debates, and for the game. He is looking at his younger self, who is dressed in a simple outfit. Crouching and petting a cat. This implies that Damon was originally not very well off. His family was impoverished yet in the time Damon sees his younger self, his younger self is happy.

As far as what we've seen in the first chapter, though Free Time Events, Damon supports his family through debate competitions. His earnings directly go to support his family so they'd not worry financially. Eloise and Ingrid's Free Time events touch on this. Putting the piece of art and the answer together, it can be interpreted that Damon, despite enduring so much hopes that things do and will get better. He hangs onto his talent not just that it "defines" him, but also that becoming an ultimate and graduating from Eden's Garden Academy will set him up for a better life and future success.

In the previous and recent artbook, Diana's answer was 'A change'. Change can mean multiple things, especially for a character like Diana. What we know of her, as of now, is that her character is the complete opposite of Damon's stand offish, cynical personality. She is bubbly, social, and kind to everyone around her. In the prologue she was introduced by showing herself comforting Kai, who was notably upset for not recognizing who he was. She only speaks when rushing to the defense of others and when she was spoken to, in the case when Damon asks for her name and talent. Only so much was revealed about Diana, except that she is willingly going out of her way to look after the well beings of others and tries to handle stressful situations by calming the others around her. Later into chapter 1, we still get little revealed about her, so much as that Damon noticed that she openly frets about others, as shown when she rushed to his defense in the beginning of the chapter, and asked of his well being the night before the game tournament. In free time events, Diana struggles to speak about herself. This is noted after Damon attempts to get to know her better. And in the trial, Diana struggles to speak about herself when it came to being accused for Wolfgang's murder. She presents herself as someone who is hopeful by the end of the chapter, although her hope was done in an attempt to emulate Wolfgang, and not a full representation of *herself* as a character. Some theorize that Diana's personality maybe faked or some sort of act. But it's also not likely to be the case, as Diana appears to be a take on the running trend of the character with a beauty of fashioned related talent that has another secret to them. Diana's imitation depicts her, standing in front of a mirror and drawing a heart on a fogged portion of the glass. She, is a reflection of her past self. Likely from Diana's days as a student in high school. But something is amiss.

Her eyes appeared to be somewhat hollow. And in the reflection, her bracelet is missing. So this can be interpreted that the person drawing the glass and seeing this reflection, is the current Diana. The one we know and see in the game. Her rosy cheeks and smile are consistent with the one we see with her current self. Though it begs to question what is the 'change'? What exactly will be changed for Diana, past or present? Is it a good change or a bad change? Provided the imagery it is believed that change could be positive. In chapter 1, Diana aspires to be someone that is kind and helps others like Wolfgang does. In a sense, Diana is currently having hope, that despite the grim reality of this game, that she can help everyone around her. That she, despite being accused, ganged up on, hurt and traumatized, can still prevent the tragedies occurring to the others. But once her speech, done in poor taste gets shut down, Diana becomes quiet. She doesn't retort or argue. With what we know about Diana, is that she is change, in context to the imitation piece. Change is something that is uncertain. And rather scary for many. But change is constant. It is something that not only Diana herself will undergo over the course of the game. Change is a process of making something different. And hope is the expectation that something will become different and better. Despite both Damon and Diana being so vastly different (hence Hope and Change are not synonyms, contrary to popular belief), but they are also two words that constantly go together. It is almost like a symbiotic pair, especially if the two are intended to convey a positive message if any of the characters intend to survive the killing game. Without Hope there is just Change. Without Change, there is just Hope. It almost conveys that if Damon or Diana wish to survive the game, they may need to set their differences aside to meet in the middle. But as it stands it seems more likely that there will be tension built between them and a lot of clashing between the two. But in the end, both are necessary if they want to come any closer to surviving and making out of the game alive. As Damon had to defend Diana (Change) in the first chapter, had he not, he and the others would have died. Diana as of now aspires for change, and wishes to do so in order to help the others. But as it stands, Diana lacks the credentials and skill that Wolfgang once had to lead and help the others. Unfortunately though, she is not in good standing with Damon (Hope). With Change as the process and Hope as the goal, the two truly cannot work without the other. Which may play into how Damon currently isolates himself from the others and may choose to do so following chapter 1. In order for things to improve, both may be necessary to survive the game. That is my take on the imitation pieces so far. I will release something about the Echo pieces tomorrow or later.

[mcmeerkat1]

𝑻𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

So i have been reading all these inserts featuring the MTMTE crew and i couldn't help but want to explore it in my own way. I wanted to mention that @wifetomegatron inspired me to actually sit down and write something. It only felt right to mention you as my little oneshot was inspired by little bits and pieces of your own writing and i didn't want to be that person to use your work to inspire my own without a shout out lmfao Anyways, as always y'all, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 First Contact AU ~ Where they have established earth as a new home (Rodimus x self insert)

This was stupid. 

I brushed out the wrinkles of the sheer black fabric that made up my supposed more formal top. It was nice in a sense. A v-cut neckline, flows with every movement, and most importantly pairs with blue jeans. Yeah, your not catching me dead wearing a skirt.

My leg anxiously bounced as i took in the small bar. The lights were dim and the room was filled with mindless chatter. It was a nice place. A rustic feel with a modern twist. It felt homey compared to the more distinguished settlements. A place where I definitely didn’t belong. 

“Oh come on Mia lighten up” Hailey chuckled from her spot beside me, gently nudging me with her arm I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t just stupid. It was ridiculous

“How can I lighten up if my nerves on a whole new level of high?” I retorted, taking a sip of my water. The blonde shook her head at my comment. She offered a friendly smile and shrugged “Yeah but you have also never gone on a date before. Its probably just the shock of the fact you even matched with someone. Especially if its with one of those….uh” “Cybertronians?” “Yes!”

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. “It scares me that you convinced me to do this and you don't even remember what they are called”

I loved Hailey with all my heart…but she made me want to double check my own sanity.

She let out a huff, “Oh shut up. It's a mouthful” Sometimes I wonder how she even convinced me to make a profile on that damn app. I was very keen on the idea of living my life with my glorious army of black cats but life has other plans.

I made a profile and what do you know, I matched. Not going to lie, he looks great based on his profile. But its hard to imagine someone like him with me. Not because I'm human and he is a Cybertronian. I don't need that pity. Its just…I don't know. There is something there that I can't name. Something that nags at me and says I should just drop this all and return home. If that were the case then why am i still sitting here? One of life's greatest mysteries ....OK and maybe I was curious. “MIA!!”

I jumped at my friends sudden harsh whisper as she grabbed my arm “What?! You can’t just do that without an explanation!” I scowled as i tried to steady my racing heart. Why must i scare so easily? Hailey rolled her eyes and pointed to the entrance of the bar. And at that moment, time seemed to slow. This was really happening. “Oh hey, he really does match your hair” she laughed softly, gently ruffling my fiery curls

I pushed her hand away and attempted to fix it. Although my eyes never left the stranger... or i guess he wasn’t really a stranger I never really considered the stigma that was the difference between silk and metal. Both shine in their own individual ways but they are not the same…no. If i were to see a attractive guy, my eyes would immediately be drawn to how nicely they are dressed. A crisp suit that hugs their body in every right way. A compression shirt that reflects their long hours in the gym to craft the perfect physique. Oh to dream. But when it came to Cybertronians, you didn’t consider the same things. I can see that now. He stood well over 6 feet with a body that could make any girl go crazy. Lean frame with metal armor that sculpted him an athletic build. Could I even call it that? And those eyes. Bright blue optics that glowed in the darkness of the bar. It was alluring and made my heart almost stop. He was confident with the way he held himself. He was human in his own way. Blue on hazel. He never broke that contact. He knew his worth, no doubt. I just didn’t know if i could meet that same level…. I was so starstruck that I didn't even notice that Hailey had abandoned me. No wonder it was so quiet. The Cybertronian walked up to the bar and leaned against the counter with a sigh, casting a lazy smile in my direction. “Its Mia, right?” I nodded, giving him a smile of my own “Yeah”

We fell into a comfortable silence as we sat there, listening to the patrons of the bar having a good time. It was a unique blend of humans and Cybertronians. The beautiful part was that we didn’t even bat a eye. They entered our world with bang yet seemed to capture our hearts in a matter of months. This was their home now too. “Forgive me if I pronounce it wrong, and your Rodimus?” He chuckled softly at that, raising a eyebrow at the comment “Didn’t sound like you had trouble saying it sweetheart. But to answer your question, that's me. Oh brother I could feel my face heating up at the comment. This was going to be a long night.

[electricea]

"I guess if they've dealt with this sort of stuff a lot then it makes sense that they'd have backups and replacements at the ready," Seemed like the people who ran these websites knew their stuff and would be ready for the worst. "Well, here's hoping the cat never ends up catching the mouse then, 'cause it would suck to have all this stuff lost, yeah...? Especially the things you can't watch or play anymore," What was that called, again...? Like an old television show that had been pulled everywhere, the only shred of it ever existing in the first place being maybe a grainy screenshot if you were lucky to catch it - what was the name of that, again...? Forgotten media...? Hidden media...?

Either way, he could see the benefits in these websites for preserving media and for making them available to all, although he was sure the debate was one much more complex than that, he did see the good in it - and undoubtedly, Futaba knew a great deal about it which was great for her. She was already a heck of a lot smarter than he was, there was no doubting that much.

"Uh, I think that's alright - you can go and grab yourself a drink," He gives a small wave of of his hand, leading back slightly like a child having just been dismissed from a lecture, taking in all of this new knowledge and wondering what to do with it, next. "This was a fun talk! Heh, I sure learned a heck a lot today!" Here's hoping he didn't forget it all! Maybe this really would give him a lot to think about the next time he booted up his computer but in the meantime, his beloved ramen was calling to him!

"Huh...so it sounds like pirating sites have a really long history on the internet, then," He didn't really use or have all that much awareness of pirating websites so he didn't have all that much input to offer on the discussion of them. "I guess anything that saves shelf space is always a bonus for me, though!" He couldn't help but grimace at the mental image of his own shelves back home packed to the brim full of video games and CD's that he'd accumulated over the years. To be able to store everything online would certainly be a nice bonus! Though if you were planning on storing a lot of things, you'd probably need a lot of storage space for it but, hey! Given he didn't download much stuff off the internet in the first place, wasn't really his problem.

"Sure must be a pain for everyone who uses those websites," But he supposed that was just how things went these days, like a risk everyone accepted when they used these websites. Besides, if people were smart and downloaded as much as they could before the websites went down, presumably they'd be alright. Again, this was a topic he didn't have much input or experience in but to have anything go down unexpectedly sucked and he could empathize with that.

"Yeah this all sounds pretty complicated to me - I don't really understand anything about copyright either," Nor did he really wish to hear about it so it was for the best that she didn't go into details here. "I guess what matters is to just enjoy these websites and services while we have 'em, yeah? Make the most of them," That was his mindset regarding things - though not necessarily pirating websites, but in general - to make the best of each thing and appreciate it for what it was - even it was temporary and fleeting.