#he will learn from this later on in it dw

[girlfailurefelix]

it’s my fic and i get to include the scott pilgrim swing set scene but as my otp if i want to

[pomefioredove]

hi dove! since you want requests, here’s one!

could i please have "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that." with lilia? maybe he’s trying to learn some slang to understand the youngsters more and decides to use it on his s/o?

but that’s just an idea, feel free to do whatever you like with the prompt! <3

I've gotten the most lilia requests from these prompts than anything else hehe... I see you guys

summary: "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that" type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, established relationship, short (more lilia content later dw), not proofread a part of this event

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that,"

The reaction is immediate. You look at him from over your shoulder with a mystified expression, as if he had started speaking in tongues (which he does, sometimes).

It's enough to make him break character and giggle.

"Who taught you that?" you ask, turning to face him fully. "Cater again?"

Lilia tsks, waving his finger in your face. "I figured this one out all on my own. I'm not senile yet, you know,"

You roll your eyes and start walking down the hall, which he takes as a delicious invitation to tease you more.

He simply can't resist when it comes to you, and you know it.

Oh, you know him far too well.

"Aw... you didn't like it? Not even a little?" he feigns a pout, trailing alongside you. "I thought it was rather charming. Dashing, even! So much more colorful than the lines we had in my day..."

"Now I'm afraid to ask what those were," you sigh, though you're smiling.

He laughs again, amused by your attempt at acting annoyed. "I suppose I can spare you the burden of knowing. Shall I try another contemporary one?"

"Is it going to be corny?"

He smiles deviously. "Afraid so. I'm saving all my good ones for tonight, after all,"

[angel-sweets666]

put me down!!

Barbarian bakugo x dragon kirishima x village reader one shot

a couple of village looters came and stole all the gold and valuables from your village. Now they stole you to go ontop of it.

Warning : violence, swearing (it’s mostly fluff Dw) toxic relationship at first

a/n can you really tell that I like writing this whole fantasy thing with mha? No? Okay then I’ll write more. I really wanted to play around with the Poly relationship idea because Ik there’s people who would like that. Hope you enjoy!

CRASH.

The screams of your peers rang in your ears as you trembled under the table in your modest cottage. Another distant scream, this time from a woman, was drowned out by the sound of things being thrown. You peered out from under the tablecloth, a loud thud came from your door. Oh god, they're in your house. They’re going to kill you too.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“I don’t see anything of value either, Kiri.”

Two male voices spoke while looking around your once peaceful home. You tried to crawl further under the table. Unfortunately, the sounds of your palms against the stone floor brought their attention. The loud thuds of boots came closer and closer.

“If there’s someone in there, don’t hurt them!” one of the voices exclaimed.

A large hand ripped the tablecloth off the table. The men could now see your trembling form underneath.

“I WON’T SAY OR DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M BEGGING YOU!” you screamed as the blonde man grabbed your arm and pulled you out from under the table.

“Relax, we’re not gonna hurt ya! We’re looting the city,” he grumbled, pulling you to stand on your feet.

“Wow! First actually attractive person in this whole city!” the red-headed man grinned. He looked like one of those dragon people you had seen and heard about in the stories and books your grandparents used to read.

“W-what are you guys… you’re not like murderers, are you? Like axe murderers?” you whimpered.

Suddenly, another crash boomed in the city. You screamed in surprise and covered your head with your hands. The two men looked at each other, nodded, then looked back at you. You were suddenly dragged out of your hut by the arm, all while screaming.

“Shut up! The more you scream, the more we’ll regret this!” the blonde grumbled and tossed you over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the once regular red-headed guy turned into a massive dragon. You went silent out of fear as the blonde climbed onto his back.

“Nope, nope, put me down!” you screamed.

“Do you want me to throw you off the dragon as he’s taking off? Because that’s gotta hurt!” the blonde exclaimed as the dragon began to lift off the ground.

“At least let me sit normally!” you cried.

The blonde man lifted you off his shoulder and placed you in front of him on the saddle that sat on the dragon’s neck. You whimpered as the village you once knew to be home grew further and further away in the distance.

“Why me? Why are you taking me?” you gripped onto the blonde’s pants.

“Because we took you, now shut up!” he groaned and leaned to talk to the dragon.

The dragon began to land about two hours later. You were scared out of your mind and, to be frank, you desperately wanted to go home, which was probably up in flames right now. The blonde man, who you discovered during the ride was named Bakugo Katsuki, placed you on the ground after getting off the dragon’s back himself. The dragon transformed into a 6ft tall man, stretching his back with a groan.

“We are never flying that far again. My back hurts,” he groaned.

You learned on the way to his den that his name was Kirishima. As you looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, a new wave of fear washed over you. Where were they taking you? What did they want with you? Your heart raced as you considered your options. Running away seemed impossible with these two powerful men.

Bakugo noticed your fear and sighed, "Look, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re safe with us for now."

"Why should I believe you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Kirishima stepped closer, his expression softening, "We’re not the monsters you think we are. We have our reasons for doing this. You’ll understand soon enough."

With no other choice you walked with them up the hill towards a cave, which no doubt was their den. “Why are you taking me…?” You asked weakly, tired from the ride “we uh.. just wanted…. A Uhm…” kirishima sighed “we wanted an extra person around.” He lied, not being able to say that him and bakugo were getting bored of each other and just wanted some sort of other person around, because to tell you that would’ve made you realise their just using you.

you looked down at the ground as kirishima and bakugo pushed open the entrance to their den, the red headed one grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, all though he was gentle with it unlike his blonde counterpart. They closed the den and you were in awe.

Bakugo and Kirishima's den was a hidden sanctuary nestled in a secluded glen, with an entrance concealed by ivy and foliage. Inside, the spacious main chamber was lit by torches, featuring rugged stone walls adorned with weapons and trophies, a central hearth, and a cozy living area filled with scavenged furniture and eclectic treasures

“Did you steal.. all of this…?” You turned to look at them “yep!” Kirishima grinned proudly “took fuckin ages” bakugo grumbled

As the days passed in Bakugo and Kirishima's den, you found yourself gradually adjusting to the peculiar rhythm of your new life. The initial terror and confusion were slowly replaced by a cautious curiosity, though the fear never entirely dissipated. Bakugo, with his brash demeanor, and Kirishima, with his unexpected warmth, created an environment that was as unpredictable as it was intriguing.

One evening, after another day spent in their hidden sanctuary, Bakugo and Kirishima sat you down near the hearth. The fire's warm glow danced on their faces, casting soft shadows and creating an almost intimate atmosphere.

"We need to talk," Bakugo began, his voice gruff but not unkind. "About why we brought you here."

Kirishima nodded, his red eyes reflecting the firelight. "We’ve been together for a long time, and while we’ve got a good thing going, we wanted to… spice things up a bit."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened, unsure of what they were leading up to.

"We’ve seen a lot of people in the villages we loot," Bakugo continued, his gaze intense. "But none of them caught our eye like you did."

Kirishima reached out and gently took your hand, his touch surprisingly tender. "We want you to be with us. Not just as a captive, but as a partner. We know this is a lot to take in, but we think you could make our lives… more complete."

You looked between the two of them, trying to process their words. "You want me to be… your lover?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo smirked, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah. We know it sounds crazy, but give us a chance. Let us show you that this can work."

Over the next few days, their attempts to win you over became more apparent. Kirishima often cooked for you, his meals surprisingly delicious and comforting. He would sit with you, talking about his adventures and making you laugh with his stories. Bakugo, on the other hand, showed his care in more subtle ways. He made sure you were safe, his protective nature a constant presence. He even began to teach you how to defend yourself, his usually harsh training methods tempered with patience and encouragement.

One night, after a particularly exhausting training session, Bakugo handed you a small, intricately carved wooden figure. "Made this for you," he muttered, almost embarrassed. "Thought you might like it."

You took the figure in your hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. It was a tiny dragon, its wings outstretched in a graceful pose, every scale meticulously detailed. "Bakugo, this is... incredible. Thank you," you said, looking up at him with genuine appreciation.

He shrugged, trying to downplay his efforts. "It's nothing. Just figured you might need something to remind you that you're not alone here."

Kirishima, who had been watching from a distance, approached with a smile. "He's got a knack for these things, doesn't he? Always knew there was a soft side to you, Bakugo."

"Shut it, Kirishima," Bakugo grumbled, but there was no real anger in his voice.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself increasingly drawn to the two men. Their rough edges and fiery tempers were balanced by moments of surprising gentleness

One night, as the three of you sat by the fire, Kirishima looked at you with a hopeful smile. "So, what do you think? Could you see yourself staying with us, not because you have to, but because you want to?"

You took a deep breath, your heart full of conflicting emotions. "I… I think I could. But this is all so new to me. I'll need time."

Bakugo nodded, his expression softening. "Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere." He grumbled with his usual deep voice

Kirishima squeezed your hand, his smile widening. "We’ll wait for as long as it takes. Just know that we want you here, with us."

that night was…. Awkward. You laid in bed with them as bakugo and kirishima snored… they seemed nice.. maybe you could get used to them

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi sorry if im annoying u but can u do a james hook x reader story . I kenda want the reder to be the dugther of peter pan and hook fell in love whit her.

no need to worry! you're totally fine haha ; but yeah of course I could! ; I decided to make the reader a kind of relative to Peter (sibling/cousin at least) cause age differences and whatnot, even though Peter stays a kid forever, I still didn't wanna do smthn weird lolll but dw I got you ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also I only write they/them / gn readers but I tried to keep readers gender identity pretty in the middle and stuff so

JAMES HOOK ; star crossed lovers

summary ; you and hook fall for each other, your love forbidden as he was a vk, and you were an ak

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader can fly & uses pixie dust like peter pan

word count ; 1.1k

masterlist

Hook's eyes land on you from afar, watching as you sprinkle pixie dust upon Bridget and Ella. They had been begging you to let them try out flying, and you'd finally given in halfway through today.

He peers past the concrete wall into the courtyard, watching you three fly about, or really, watch you try to help your friends learn how to fly how you do. You giggle, bouncing back as you practically swim in air, watching them struggle to control themselves. It wasn't as easy as it looked.

"Whoever can fly to class faster wins!" Bridget laughs, looking over at Ella.

"Oh, you're on!" She smiles, dashing toward the nearest doors as fast as she could, attempting to beat Bridget.

Bridget was definitely better at the flight thing, but Ella had speed. You'd have to check in with them later, considering your class was in the opposite direction.

Hook, seeing you were now alone, casually walks toward you, having popped out of nowhere as you watch Ella and Bridget soar past the windows and eventually disappear. He tilts his head as he looks up at you, trying to read you somehow, from behind. You turn around, jumping back in slight fear and surprise.

"Uhm, hello!-" You awkwardly smile, floating a above the ground, making yourself a foot taller than him. You recognize him, knowing he's a VK.

"What's with the eh-" He looks you up and down, "Floaty thing?"

You glance around and shrug. "I dunno. Just kinda... born like that"

He nods, posing no threat. "Cool"

You subtly raise an eyebrow. "You think?"

"Yeah," He chuckles. "Got any more of that fairy dust?" He asks, referring to the magical golden dust that enchanted its victims with flight.

"Pixie dust," you correct. "But, yeah. Why?"

"You do flying classes?" He asks, a soft expression on his face, one of curiosity, craving adventure.

Your cautious expression quickly fades to one of happiness, a smile curling the corners of your lips up. "For you, I guess"

He smiles, watching as you dig into your pocket and sprinkle him in the glittering gold powder. His feet slowly depart from the floor, his arms quickly reaching out to you in fear.

You jump back to avoid his hooked hand, but realized that this was more like teaching a kid how to ride a bike rather than he wanted to hurt you. You reach for his in-tact hand, pulling him closer to you, laughter escaping your lips as he front flips a few times.

"This isn't funny!"

"Yeah, it is!"

He clings onto you, not liking gravity not pulling him down to the ground.

"What're you so scared for?" You chuckle as you question him. "You a pussy?"

"No!" He quickly pushes away from you, needing to keep his tough guy VK coat on in front of you, reminding himself that you weren't one of his friends. "It's very hard to keep balance!" He exclaims as he falls backward to hang upside down. He flails his arms, returning right side up.

"What's your name?" You ask, stifling a laugh as you watch.

"Hook. James Hook"

"Cause the hook, I'm guessing?"

It'd been a few days since you'd last seen James Hook, your mind constantly trying to find an answer to why he wanted to try the pixie dust and why he spent nearly an hour hanging out with you to try and learn to fly. Maybe he was forming some sort of plan. Maybe you shouldn't speak to him again, maybe he was bad just like the other VKs. Maybe you should stop trusting everyone-

"Hey Y/n," James smiles, appearing from behind you, hand quickly jumping to your shoulder.

You jump, looking back at him as you sit under a tree in the front yard of Merlin's Academy.

"Hey, Hook" You answer, looking back down at your textbook.

He raises an eyebrow, looking down at your spell casting book. "You can call me James"

"Hey, James," you repeat, correcting yourself. "What's up?"

He shrugs. "I was going to ask you that"

He slides down the tree, sitting next to you. "I saw your little stunt earlier in the library." he smiles. "You're a trickster, hm?"

You lightly smile. "Yeah."

"Little sprinkle of that dust and watching people try to fly is amusing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, kinda. Especially when it's assholes" You reply, referring to his VK friends.

He chuckles. "It was funny, really. I like you, you have a sense of humor."

"Y'know," You speak, looking up at him. "My shadow is it's own being, it spies"

He raises an eyebrow. You glance back at the tree you rest your back upon, showing him your shadow standing above you, hands on their hips. He jumps for a moment, looking back at you.

"I don't lie, James" You shrug, watching as the shadow attempts to push you two together. You roll your eyes. "They want us to kiss"

James glances between you and the shadow, face growing red. "I mean, a lot of people call me James-"

"It's not about that." You sigh. "Little mischievous bitch thought you falling into my arms the other day was 'adorable'. You have a crush on me or something, apparently, according to them"

He blinks and shrugs. "I mean, they're not totally wrong." He smiles awkwardly wide, looking for validation. He breaks, disturbed by your silence. "I'd love to be friends with you, at least. You're very intriguing and humorous, and-"

You quickly cut him off. "What? We can't, we can't be friends. You're a VK"

His expression quickly falters as he realizes the predicament.

"But... I shouldn't deny that I feel the same way about you"

He blinks, confused and slightly caught off gaurd. "What are you getting at here?"

"We're star-crossed lovers." You speak dramatically. "We can't be together, yet there's something pulling us together. Even if it's just a silly little crush or infatuation"

He nods. "Can we at least be friends? I promise you, love, I'm not as evil as it seems."

Yeah, friends was an awful word to use when describing you and the infamous James Hook.

Someone call up Anne Marie...

Over the course of the next few months, you and Hook had become true star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, bound by love, separated by fate. The constellations aligned but the stars between you and James never did.

You wondered why you had to be separated by social norms, why you couldn't be with him because he was a villain. If James was a villain, then you were too for your pranks, there was nothing fair about it.

Even though you'd sucked yourself into a little world of your own, he was there by your side, loving your lips behind closed doors and confined spaces so you wouldn't be caught. God, no one would ever forget it if they found out. A VK and an AK together? The world might as well have ended.

You fly through the forest with James, his fingers tangled in yours as you swiftly pull him along.

"Y/n, slow down!"

"I'm not even going fast, you're going slow!"

[tiredslepz]

ONLY YOU, GIRL - pt. 1 >

ʚ٭ɞ · how the genshin men (scara/kuni's part) show that it's only you. use of kuni!, a bit of ANGST but its hurt/comfort so dw, will prolly edit this later

You've always called him your pretty boy, which wasn't a lie. He could be a model, if it weren't for him dating you. So, of course, naturally, he gets tons of compliments from the girls at the market when he goes to buy goods for you. He doesn't care, really, since he only loves one person—which is you.

It only comes to your attention when you go with him to the market.

"Oh my god, he's so hot," you hear a voice from a girl on the stand besides him. What the hell? Can't they see that his literal girlfriend is there? You sighed, brushing it off. Your boyfriend didn't seem to notice either, as he inspected the fruits carefully.

You're already finished buying what you need when the same girl comes up to him. "H- hi! Kunikuzushi, right?" she stutters, probably nervous. Your eyes narrow at the sight, but you don't say anything. "Hello?" he scoffs at her, which only seems to fuel her. "I thought you were cute, so, I uh," she handed him a paper with her number written on it, which he accepted. "Thanks–" she quickly scurried back to her friends, squealing. Your brows furrow as he pocketed it, walking back home with you as if nothing happened.

You don't say anything, of course, because you're a secure girlfriend! Right? Well, that's what you thought. After numerous occasions, with different girls, you got sick of it, and decided to confront him. You see him laying down on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

"Kuni," you walk up to him, an expression on your face that he only knows as bothered. "What is it now?" he sits up, placing his phone in his pocket. "About the girls." you huff, now sitting besides him. "What about them?" he raised a brow. You knew he wasn't trying to come of as, well, that, but it sure felt like he did. "I mean," you groan. "the fact that you're accepting their love letters?" you also knew he didn't know how to express his feelings properly. "It's not like I actually talk to them. Plus, I thought you were teaching me how to be kind?" he crossed his arms, his tone taking a defensive side. You hated whenever this happened. "I am, but in the way that you reject them kindly! At least tell them you're taken?" you huffed, the anger bubbling up. He huffed in response, looking away for a moment. "Kuni–" "[Name]," he sighed, cutting you off. "I threw away the letters, okay? I didn't know what to do, and," you hear him groan, since he wasn't used to.. opening up. "i just thought you'd want to keep our relationship, lowkey, or whatever you called it. I do love you. I only love you, [name]."

Your brows lifted, eyes widening slightly in surprise. You took his hand, holding it tightly. "I want everyone to know that I'm yours, Kuni," you sigh, a bittersweet smile on your face. "Is that so?" he looks back at you, moving closer to you on the couch. "I'll make it up to you." you blink, then nod slowly. "How are you gonna do that?"

He simply laughs, cupping your cheeks. "Oh, [name]." you simply sighed in response, the smile still on your face, leaning in. The last thing you see is his grin, right before he pulled you in for a kiss.

You learned not to doubt his love for you after that.

a/n: insert that one audio LETS FUCKING GO?? I GUESS?

[disn3y-land]

*SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 27 XADEN'S POV SCROLL IF YOU HAVEN'T READ I'M SORRY TO MY NON AMERICAN FRIENDS*

I was getting so many butterflies reading chapter 27 from Xaden's pov omg. THIS MAN WAS DOWN BAD SINCE THE BEGINNING. I love Sgaeyl calling Xaden out (multiple times) I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time.

I ALSO found it interesting how we got a little bit more insight on xaden and liam's home situation after the apostasy, and my jaw DROPPED when Xaden said something about how Lewellen was the one that raised them after the apostasy, and yet in chapter 31 of FW Liam says they were raised by Duke Trivell or something SO YES REBECCA'S RIGHT THERE ARE STILL SO MANY SECRETS XADEN IS KEEPING. why did the king think they were staying with Duke what's-his-face if they were actually with Lewellen? This helps the whole Cat plot point make much more sense if it was all a con, or if Lewellen was pretending to be the Duke guy. I hope we learn more about this in later books.

AND THE THINGS XADEN WAS THINKING ABOUT VIOLET GAVE ME HEART PALPITATIONS THIS MANNN.

HE ADMITTED THAT IT WAS PARTLY/MOSTLY? HIS FAULT THEY LEFT BASGIATH AND FLEW TO MONSURRAT (IDK HOW TO SPELL IT I'M JUST GETTING MY THOUGHTS OUT HERE) BECAUSE HE SAID HE IS AN EXCELLENT LIAR AFTER HE TOLD SOMEONE SOMETHING TO THE EFFECT OF 'THIS WASN'T MY FAULT' OR 'SGAYL NEEDED TO SEE TAIRN SO MUCH WE LEFT FOR HER'

AND I WAS DYING WHEN I READ SGAEYL IMITATING HIS THOUGHTS QUOTE: "Does she miss me? Is she thinking about me? Is she getting closer to Aetos?" AHGFDDHDSHSH SGAEYL THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE PLEASE REBECCA GIVE US MORE SGAEYL I BEGG

AND HIM ROASTING DAIN THE ENTIRE CHAPTER?? HE KEPT CALLING HIM A DADDY'S BOY AND EVERY TIME DAIN SPOKE HE DESCRIBED IT AS PATHETIC AHAHAHAHA PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

AND EVERY MOMENT WITH VIOLET?? HE WANTS HER SO BADD I'M PANTING HE'S CONVINCED HE'S THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD FOR HER DO HE STAYS AWAY BUT HE'S SO PATHETICALLY IN LOVE I ATE IT ALL UP

AND WE FINALLY FOUND OUT WHERE IMOGEN WENTT THERE WERE SO MANY THEORY'S AND YES REBECCA CLEARED IT ALL UP SO WELL

AND THE SCENES BETWEEN HIM AND LIAM MADE ME WANT TO BAWL LIKE A BABY PLEASE BRING HIM BACKK I'LL DO ANYTHINGG

THESE ARE JUST MY INITIAL THOUGHTS (I'M 1000% MISSING SOMETHING I FREAKED ABOUT BUT I'M SURE I'LL MAKE MORE POSTS ABOUT IT DW)

[silkenwinger]

part 2 of TA Gaz. MDNI!!! also for clarification, gaz isn’t much older than reader is. think max 2-3 years. one day i will write a proper teacher fic but not today

you kind of regret doing all of that.

not that you don’t enjoy spending time with gaz! he’s the best! your meetings and study dates are awesome and all, but…

simply put, you wanted to fuck your TA, and instead of having that you’re going through 70s newspapers, staying up late nose deep in books, and having to see price more days than you really feel comfortable with. 

(he’s actually kinda chill off class, seeing you and gaz more like partners in crime than students anymore. but the crime involved is just researching, researching, researching, oh we found something! oh nevermind…)

this was just a mandatory class, not necessarily the major subject you were looking forward to the most when you started uni, and you’re really, really feeling that now that you’re way more involved with it. it’s still interesting, just not something you wanted to spend weeks on.

despite your dissatisfaction with the project itself, nothing can take away from the additional time you get to spend with gaz.

but there’s one thing bothering you about everything…

it’s all so impersonal. when you exchanged numbers with gaz, you told yourself you were going to ask him out. real shit. making your intentions known, so to speak. but when you both showed up to the cafè, well. you two just proceeded to talk about the project. an hour sipping macha and you didn’t even discover what sports he does to keep this fit (you think he just lifts). he seems to be expediently dodging any of your attempts to get to know him for real. your tactically chosen cleavage shirts do nothing to make his eye wander. your beautiful skirts get you enough attention from old slimy men on the bus but not from gaz. 

but he’s not necessarily cold, either… and when you don’t see each other for a while, he actually hugs you when you meet. 

you know what this sounds like. completely delusional, per your friends again.

maybe he’s gay, says the most positive. maybe he’s just not into you girl, move on! exclaims the realist one. you don’t lose hope. you’re made of sterner stuff.

but god keeps testing you.

one day at the cafè with gaz you’re engrossed reading a new excerpt he just sent you when you hear a noise. a second later, you realise it’s a voice. a scottish one.

“ay, gazzie, what’re you up to? oh, got a new girl to tutor this semester?” says a laddish sort with blue eyes and a mohawk (?).

what?

new?

you freeze. gaz is smiling, beautifully, as he introduces you to his friend soap as his project partner. that does have a kick, but you’re still stuck on the new. so he does this often. seeing girls.

and when you’re done with the project, you will never see him again.

because you’re not friends enough for that.

you go cold a bit.

you don’t stop working on the project, of course. but you limit to the minimum indispensable not to draw suspicion. it draws it anyway, and gaz often asks if everything is okay when you’re not nearly as chipper as you used to be in your sessions. even price, despite his usual no-nonsense approach, once tells you you can talk to him about anything that bothers you. but you can’t tell him hey so i kinda had a big crush on a guy and i just realised i realistically have no chance so i’m kinda mourning the lost hours of my life doing something i don’t enjoy (in your field of interest).

it’s cool. it’s still been a learning experience. the project is only meant to last another week and then you’ll be free to metabolize the biggest unresolved crush of your life without getting directly rejected. again, it’s cool.

you just finished setting your tinder account when you receive a message from gaz.

hey. would you like to hangout tomorrow night? not related to work dw.

oh. well.

i mean…

sure x

you’re at his flat. holy shit, you’re at gaz’s house! you almost balked when you saw his huge ass roomate come out of his room, face mask and all, but it’s a cozier space than you imagined guys in their 20s could live together in.

“do you want something to drink? we’ve got, uh, beer and tap water?” he’s dressed much more informally than usual. a grey hoodie that looks particularly comfortable.

“i’m good, thanks,” you smile nervously. he closes the fridge and makes a gesture to show you to his room.

you both sit on his bed. you can feel cold sweat on your back. but unfortunately, you have a bad feeling.

“so, i just noticed that you’ve kinda changed this last month,” he starts. oh god. the worried talk from your crush might actually send you straight to intensive care due to sheer embarrassment. 

“you have a sad aura about you, and you’re not nearly as enthusiastic about our work as you used to be at the start. i wanted to ask if me or professor price did anything that you disliked or-”

“no, not at all,” you interrupt him for what must be the first time ever, irritated by the whole ordeal, “and did prof price set you to this?”

“what? no!” he justifies himself, “i did this by myself.”

“so you could organize this,” you offhandedly gesture to his (incredibly tidy, ugh) room, “but couldn’t ask what was wrong with me seriously any other time we saw each other?”

“w. what is wrong with you?” he asks, and for the first time he registers as someone who is your peer, and not particularly wiser or experienced than you.

you just sigh. it’s out of character for you. you’ve played the part of the ever available sweet girl, but it’s just so much. a trained animal does need its treat.

gaz is reading your face with a concentration you’ve usually seen him display only in studying and not in casual settings. with a start, you realise this is by far the most intimate conversation you two have ever had.

“i just lost passion for the project a bit.”

silence hangs in the room after that. it gets broken up quickly by gaz, though.

“i knew you didn’t give a shit about price’s class. i could see it in your eyes,” he whispers to you, like he’s revealing some kind of world secret scoop.

you roll your eyes, a bit peeved by his directness. he’s never been this pungent with you.

it feels new. it feels exhilarating.

 “so? i’m not the first nor the las-”

“maybe try telling a dude that you like him before you give him the silent treatment?” he retorts.

“you won’t even talk about yourself!” you exclaim, but you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“i need to keep official uni stuff and private stuff separate.”

you laugh, genuinely and heartily. fuck trying to be demure about it.

“what are you, bond? mate, we do our work in starbucks. it couldn’t possibly get anymore casual than this.”

“oi, chill it with the cheek. some of us actually care about our academic record.”

“oh so you think i don’t– hmmph!”

is this really happening. is kyle fucking garrick kissing you. and not chastely either. his kiss is passionate and fiery, like he has been desiring, wanting you as you have him. which is just unthinkable, right? his hands on your shoulders release their hold on you only a bit when he stops for air.

“i knew it. i knew you liked me.” he says, tone arrogant and know-it-all.

“good job einstein, you want a prize for that?

“nah, your pussy will do,” and you gasp at that. you should be outraged. where’s the sweet man you’ve daydreamed about in class? until you realise you’re actually seconds away from fucking your crush, which sobers you up quickly. who gives a shit what image he projects at school? what matters is you’ve hung out with him enough to get to see him in bed, which was the intent of your whole operation.

“you’re a fucking fiend,” you tell him, but start to remove your shirt anyway. to your joy, you notice the slightest tremble in his fingers as he looks for a condom in his nightstand. maybe he isn’t truly the nonchalant fuckboy he’s trying to project here, either… 

that’s how you end up riding him in his own room, the first time you kiss, the first time you really get to unmask in front of each other. behind a seemingly warm smile, a careful thought process, months of planning. courteous interactions hiding heat.

his long cock spears you on him with no chance of escaping. but he’s offering himself to you, his only control his hands on your hips, softly guiding you. you fuck yourself on him in haste and almost anger, the feeling of rejection dissipating with each stroke in and out. when his long fingers come to rub your clit, you almost blank out. you kiss him out of gratitude and restiveness, the vibration of his own moan reverberating through your body. when you go limp after coming, he chases his own release by fucking you from under, his groan tight against your neck. 

“if you try to ghost me after today or after the project is done, i’m stapling pictures of your face with fake measurements all over uni,” you tell him while he’s still inside you, caging his face between your arms.

“damn, girl, i got it,” he laughs, not intimidated by your threat in the slightest. you huff a bit at that, but lay down the sword for now. you get off him to lie next to him in bed, still in disbelief over what just happened.

“i liked your cookies, by the way.”

“what?”

“the ones you made for christmas.”

“ah. i’m not really much of a cook, i thought they weren’t sweet enough.”

“nah, they were great. and i also like your part in the project,” he turns to fully look at you, “do you really not enjoy it?”

now you feel bad. why is he being so nice again?

“that’s not true, it’s just– it was kind of accidental. i got so good because i wanted to talk to you. but i don’t dislike what we’ve done so far.”

“well, consider me impressed,” he smiles as he kisses you, and you feel it again. that absolutely punch to the gut that renders you completely powerless.

you’re done for, definitely.  

a/n: i was informed TAs do not actually exist in british universities. this is very sad for the realism of my fic (???) but please imagine that they do and that they look like gaz. nice right. 

BONUS:

you’re not clueless to the concept of a walk of shame. it’s alright. everyone has been there. the problem is that the morning after you leave in a hurry after kissing gaz on the cheek because you’ve both got different places to be, and he’s still dressing in the bathroom. when you leave his room, you immediately get a weird, oppressing feeling. it only gets worse as you make your way through the corridor. you have to pass the kitchen before getting to the main door. 

there, the huge ass roommate is eating his cereal milk by himself. 

it’s him. this is who is cursing your existence from here to eternity. maybe you should have been more careful about the noise…

the teaspoon looks far too small for him as he eats his breakfast. his dark eyes pin you in place as you fix your bag on your shoulder.

“good morning…” you let out, scared shitless. you don’t even wait for his reply as you open the door and get out of there.

“fucking hell,” is all simon says. now even gaz has a bird. he should probably hang out with johnny more.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 52

Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit distracted with the new series...

The biofields on Gallifrey are so active that they can keep non-Gallifreyans young. For example, Leela had not aged even after 25 years on Gallifrey. (Audio: Spirit)

The Tenth Doctor recalled that Jamie McCrimmon used to hide the Second Doctor's recorder from him. (Comic: The Forgotten)

The TARDIS chose a name for herself but never told anyone (including the Doctor) what it was. (Short story: Toy Story)

By some accounts, the First Doctor was unaware of Sol prior to running away from Gallifrey. On the other hand, Susan had learned about the solar system and the planet Earth in the classes she took on spatial cartography. (Audio: The Beginning)

The Forge salvaged a Gallifreyan sarcophagus, which is a type of hibernation unit. When the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Hex opened it, they found an older version of the Doctor inside. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Seventh Doctor kept a calendar keeping track of when his friends would die, which is how he knew about Evelyn. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Third Doctor possessed an obedience spray. When he used it, he could make people follow his orders. (Comic: Undercover)

The First Doctor used to skip class at the Academy to practice juggling and yo-yoing. (Novel: Match of the Day)

John Smith - an amnesiac Decayed Master - once treated the Seventh Doctor, removing his clothes after they had been charred by a lightning strike and wrapping him in wet towels to ease the pain. Feeling that the Doctor could help restore his memories, John Smith fell into a reverie next to the Doctor and forgot about his other guests at the time. He gave the Doctor water when he woke up and warned him not to move because of the physical trauma he had gone through. (Audio: Master)

When a Time Lord truly goes mad, a part of their mind becomes lost, referred to as Dark Design. This unleashes the dark part of their minds. Those affected by Dark Design are hidden away in institutions. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

This Dark Design is a true evil within the very DNA of Time Lords. While unaffected Time Lords effectively stabilize space-time, a Time Lord suffering from Dark Design might have the effect of changing the future and the past like a virus. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)

Dark Design is a lot more intense than Time Lord Insanity and enters mental spaces unfathomable to other species. (Novel: SLEEPY)

Omega was affected by Dark Design and as a result was able to summon an embodiment of his dark side. (Short story: A History of the Universe; TV: The Three Doctors)

The Seventh Doctor had met no sufferers of Dark Design native to his time. However, he knew of possible futures where he would become affected. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

The above points are particularly interesting when you take into account several incidents in DW Canon. For one, the Master said, "There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say you do not improve with age." Furthermore, the Doctor’s dark side was once again manifested later on as the Dream Lord. There was an additional manifestation of the Doctor’s darkness (or, the weak, insecure, lonely aspect) somewhat dormant in the Sixth's subconsciousness. (TV: The Ultimate Foe, Amy's Choice; Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

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[cynarisgayass]

helloo! I have a req for the to scream or be silent. (I'm really sorry if u are already full of requests)

could you do Xiao and Scara/Wanderer (up to u!)?

I think it would be quite interesting to see what they'd do in this scenario

Thank you sm!

𓍊𓋼~To scream or be silent PT 3~𓋼𓍊

Type: Headcannons

Description: HELLOOO!! Dw, you're currently my only request so I'm happy to have you! Hope you don't mind I added Venti and I hope you like dis~ So for anyone who doesn't know, this is a series where genshin characters react to a reader who will go completely mute or talk 3,000 miles a minute. Mostly a comfort type of fic!

Part 1, Part 2

Rating: Comforting fluff

Reader: GN, Slight autism/adhd vibes

Includes: Wanderer/ Xiao/ and Venti

Wanderer:

To scream:

He can get a little overwhelmed when you're in a hyper state, maybe even a little annoyed, but he's trying his best to be better about it. It's not that you are actually what's bugging him, he's just not used to so much talking, he doesn't know how to react when you want to tell him every detail about a book you just read or a show you just finished. To him this is whole new territory that he's not really comforting with yet.

However, when he does find a way to sit and listen to you patiently and you give him that smile of finally being heard...he finds it very very cute. He'd never say it aloud though...

To be silent:

He's the king of the silent game, the second you no longer want to talk, he no longer wants to either. He may look grumpy while he sits across from you or lays in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, but this is the time you both use to unwind. He loves those moments with you because it calms him, calms both of you and it's easy. If you're hyper fixating, he's not far away, destressing about social interactions and classes at the academia. If you need a break from speaking cause you just can't anymore, he's feeling the same...and ever so often he lets you closer to him to cuddle, but it's so sappy to him that it only ever rarely happens. When it does though, it's very enjoyable.

Xiao:

To scream:

He's always happy to hear your voice, to hear that excited fast tone you get when you're talking about something you're currently obsessed with. For so long he'd gone without much conversation that now he craves it from you, to the point that he'd sit on the roof with you all night while you went on and on about everything. Till you eventually fall asleep on him that is, then he'd carry you to bed and hope you'd find him the next day to do it all over again.

To be silent:

He understands everyone needs a break from socialising sometimes, but he struggles with how big of a break you want. It's difficult for him when you're hyperfixated and he wants to know wether or not you want him nearby, he can't exactly ask because he doesn't want to disturb you. When you go mute just so you don't have to talk, he finds himself feeling awkward cause he's not sure if you want to be alone or not.

More often then not he's very gentle with his voice and movements, tiptoeing around you because he knows better then anyone that alone time is alone time. If you do initiate a cuddle when you're in a silent phase, he will gladly accept and pet your head to comfort you.

As a god he's met all different types of people and has came up with many a ways to make them feel cared for. You are no exception. The second you start telling him about about a song you've just heard that you're in love with, he will learn it just for you. Say you are obsessing over a new item you've just bought, he wants to know all about it. He gets just as happy as you, if not happier because he loves how bright your smile is.

Venti:

To scream:

To be silent:

Just as before, when someone's silent around him, he understands completely. He will get out his quietest instruments and provide gentle background music, improving on his lyrics or coming up with new tunes to play later, all while you're hyperfixated on something or another. He will sing you songs when you don't want to talk so you won't ever feel awkward about lack of noise. And when you truly want pure silence, he sits by you and holds your hand, letting the quiet settle in.

Felt a little extra sappy with this one hehe. Also 20 followers now!! Woohoo!!

[cozymochi]

Hello hello, hope you're having a good day :DD

i wanted to know more about your OCs, more specifically, what Nyoka and Emilio were doing in Book 2 and Book 4?

Was Nyoka against Leona whole plan or didn't care? Was Emilio aware of Jamil's plans?

(thank u 🥺)

BOOK 2 NYOKA: Nyoka did not care (…p-positive). Leona just respects Nyoka’s space and vice versa, so whatever brouhaha Leona cooks up for #reasons, that’s none of Nyoka’s business as far as he’s concerned, but it was probably utterly brilliantly executed 👍 as expected from a Housewarden who truly embodies the spirit of the King of Beasts. Nyoka is more of a benchwarmer for Spelldrive anyway.

…Also he believes Leona can do no wrong ever—

BOOK 4 EMILIO: WELL… refer to this post about his signature spell/unique magic first AND SINCE I CANT HYPERLINK FOR SOME REASON IT HAS TO GO RIGHT HERE all ugly:

On a random day, Kalim thought it would be quirky to ask Emilio if his upcoming winter break would be extra fun this year. Breaking the “1 question 1 answer, and no more” rule towards asking about his future. And for something SO inconsequential and innocuous? How absurd and wasteful. But, anything for the beloved housewarden (<- sarcastic, Emilio does not care for Kalim that much, but he greatly prefers being in his favor for vanity reasons). Kalim isn’t really too concerned about the future anyway, so this was just a fun thing to try out and super cool and based and etc.

Emilio saw one vague possible future where Kalim is acting out and winter break is rather chaotic as a result. Anything regarding the future with Emilio will only net him potential outcomes, but any one of them will happen. So no, no fun to be had, just turmoil. (Note, since folk will misinterpret: He does not see the definitive events of Book 4 itself. Just that Kalim will not “have fun” and that the turmoil involves him.)

Kalim finds the answer a bit unsettling but laughs it off ultimately. Good thing the future is never set in stone. He’ll just make sure to have a lot of fun anyway!

And Emilio, being a freaking fleeing coward, used that smidgeon of knowledge he learned + Kalim’s “flip flopping” behavior lately to determine that something bad was potentially about to occur to basically get permission to dip from school not long before winter break even started. He went to the Headmage and lied about having a “dire family emergency” and that he just HAD to leave. Even used crocodile tears, a sob story and everything being the great actor he is (and Crowley orobably just relenting because bro was annoying and he’s just so kind and magnanimous).

So the bastard wasn’t even there for the events of Book 4 at all. 💀 He was just chilling at home. (and doing absentee assignments.)

So, did Emilio know about Jamil’s plans? No. I’ll give it a no for specifics as he didn’t know it was Jamil behind Kalim’s behavior and was hypnotizing him. Just that things were not gonna be great during the break and he didn’t want to be there for whatever it was.

I’m too fatigued to draw a doodle for this portion. So it’s only wall of text and I can only hope my point was made. 😔 This is a REALLY OLD concept, tbh. And I’m not personally sure if I even jive with the outline. It’s less complicated than it looks written out. But it is very Estéban Elena of Avalor coded to be an asshole and abandon people to save his own skin so maybe I’m just being picky.

So you can only imagine bro coming back to Scarabia only to find everyone and their mom hates Jamil. (Dw Kalim fills him in later when he stages that dorm meeting we see a glimpse of in Book 5)

[to-just-float-in-your-orbit]

people say that Keefe and Grady are very similar, but I only think that that applies to a certain degree

Both Keefe and Grady have a particular sense of humor, and it's safe to say that they may have been similar when Grady was younger. And they both have very powerful abilities. The difference: Keefe has friends who support him. Grady probably did not.

In exile, he talked about how kids at Foxfire didn't really trust him. He was alone. His parents didn't fully understand what he was going through, and it's clear that it had a huge impact on his mental well-being. And it's an ability that the council clearly exploits. I think somewhere in the series he mentions something about the council never fully letting him resign.

He is more similar to Sophie in this matter. Sophie is very powerful, and from a very young age as well. The council is (in my opinion) trying to exploit her powers now that they've appointed her as a regent. Grady was telling her that she has had a huge burden dumped on her--and that he knows what that's like. He is scared of his own power, just like Sophie.

And when it comes to dealing with problems, it's like fight or flight for them. Keefe takes flight, Grady fights.

I think that Grady is more similar like Fitz this way. Fitz has trouble with emotional regulation, and he lashes out. Canonically we know that Grady struggled with anger management issues when he was younger as well, and as he has grown, he learned how to control his emotions much better. But he still slips sometimes and when he does it's absolutely terrifying. When he broke Fintan's face in nightfall, (love you Fintan xoxo) and when Vespera and Gisela said that he was the most ruthless elf they've ever met (this is coming from fucking war criminals!!) and they are completely and utterly RIGHT. He has learned how to use his anger as a weapon. He is capable of murder. Like Fitz, (Who dropped arguably one of the hardest lines in the series: Wiityispb) and was ready to kill his brother. You CAN'T tell me that they aren't similar in that aspect.

I WILL continue to ramble about this later dw 😍

[wtfdemother]

CW: 18+ Foodplay. Dw it’s just whipped cream.

post dividers by tsunami-of-tears

You and König get into a tiff, how do you proceed since he won’t shut up?

It’s simple, ‘Two and a half Men’ in its later seasons was so out of pocket, you actually learned a thing or two. Surprisingly enough you didn’t get the idea from Charlie Harper rip (rest in pussy)

The thought came to mind when leaning your shoulder against the fridge. You try so hard not to roll your eyes as König drones on about… honestly, you forget. You were ready to forget, you just had to convince König to do the same. Then, lightbulb. 💡

He interrupts himself with an annoyed click of his tongue, eyes narrowing down to you swinging the fridge open. Glass condiments clatter gently against the rails. He looks at you puzzled while watching you rummage away. “Was ist da— What the fuck are you doing?”

You ignore the rasp of confusion in his voice from a deepening accent, yanking the canister of whipping cream out. You bring the plastic tip to your lips, his eyes follow your finger and you press down, squeezing a generous glob of whipped cream into your mouth. Your round, puffy cheeks reminded him of a hamster for a minute but the thought quickly evaporates when you sank to your knees.

The absurdity of the situation almost caused him to back out, but you hold him firmly by the back of his thighs. “Mh-hm, mhh,” which he miraculously understood as “Nuh-uh, wait.” He tried to trust the process, he did, watching your fingers fumble with his fly, only to try and back out for a second time. “Ah, Schatz, I really don’t think—” But he shuts himself up. The feel of your mouth wet with cream digs at a spot in his brain, it feels too good. “Oh… Das is gud… Gott…”

König groans, gripping the curls at the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper. “Oh… Oh, Schatz—” he cuts himself off, hissing a derogatory curse in German. “Where the fuck did you learn this?” You swirled your tongue around the tip before his shaft at half-mast disappeared into your mouth, you felt it harden further on your tongue.

Lewd, squelching noises echo through the quiet kitchen as König leans his weight on the counter, jaw hanging low without a sound. The cream dissolves with your saliva, coating his erection in a heavenly slick as he slowly fucks your mouth. You press the muscle in your mouth flat under his cock, feeling the prominent bulging vein rutting gently against your taste buds. Things get wet and sticky, drool pools from underneath your chin.

“Fuckkk… Liebling, don’t stop—” you sputter and gag around him, the rhythmic clicking of your shared wetness resounded in the open air. He guides you up and down his cock, mind fuzzy yet mindful that you couldn’t take him all the way. No matter, the rapid rise and descent of his chest followed by heavy breathing was a good thing. His responses were getting choppy, his hips bucking forward slightly to further chase that high. Knowing he was getting off this much drenched your panties, you’ll have to bump your clit on that crooked nose of his later on. Maybe even suffocate him.

For now, you picked up the pace and swallowed him whole, burying your nose in his pubic hairs, resting his happy trail right on your forehead while you peered at him above. “You look so beautiful…” he mutters caressing your cheek, returning your gaze below through heavy lidded eyes. “I’m so close, baby…” he resumes his pace, pulling out enough just to ram himself back inside. He really tried to take it easy, but your mouth was such a warm hole and your plan worked a little too well. Your partner’s mind was solely focused on chasing that searing release pooling below the navel. “Please… take all of me, be so good for me and take me…”

Hot tears border on your waterline as you try not to cough, your lips plump and sheen and wrapped so prettily around his throbbing cock. He could cum from the sight alone, you’re being so good for him he can’t take it. He slips a hand down your jaw, feeling his cock protruding down your throat with every thrust of his pelvis. “Ja, ohhh, jaaa… take me, take it all and swallow my cum. Swallow my cum, baby and don’t. waste. a. single. drop.”

He emphasized his words with harsh, brutal thrusts towards the end, releasing a torrent of potent seed down your throat with a guttural groan. He pushes your head down as far as you allowed, feeling his balls tighten against your chin with every pulse of his essence. He tangles his fingers deep into your hair, his vision almost spotting from the intense pleasure as he continues to come inside your mouth.

After the high finally dissipated and his cock softened, König slips himself out of your pretty lips, watching a pearly string of saliva connecting you to the tip. He sinks to the ground and kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue, his touch mindful of your sore and puffy lips. “That was so good, liebling… now, lay down. I want to return the favour.”

König guides you down on the cold tiles then ate you out on the kitchen floor. You ordered take-out and cuddled on the couch afterwards.

[im-a-wh0r3]

fuck it, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and write a fic about James Logan ‘Wolverine’ Howlett x reader. I intend to make this a long-ass series, lmk if you’d like that. I’m gonna do it anyway but would like to know if anyone would read it.

I haven’t written anything in like 4 years so it might start a little shitty so bear with me 🙏

Second Chance

Pairing: James Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!Magneto’s sister!Reader

friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers (not all in 1 chapter dw)

Warnings: Historical inaccuracy (I’m not a historian pls 😩), afab!fem!reader, use of y/n, I’m shit at summaries so it’s gonna feel a bit bullet pointy (lmk if there’s more)

Added notes: considering the reader is Magneto’s sister, that would make her Jewish, you obviously don’t have to be Jewish to read this. I myself am not Jewish, however, I put myself very much into this character and I feel Magneto and myself are very similar personality-wise so making him the brother of the character that I have created made sense to me, their mutations are also kinda similar. What Erik went through during the Second World War isn’t mentioned in this because I felt that was incredibly insensitive of me considering I in no way relate to it, but if I do state anything that causes issue please inform me and I will change it. (tbh I tried not to mention the happenings of the war at all because I know very little about it but still, let me know)

Summary: You were only young when the war began. As a young woman in 1939 you could do very little to assist, so you became a nurse. What you didn’t realise was how much tragedy, heartbreak and indescribable desire this choice was going to bring you.

Word Count: 1.4K

Hope you enjoy <3

Nuremberg 1924, Jakob and Edie Eisenhardt had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl, y/n. You were an independent, strong-willed child, never ill, and learning to walk and talk long before others your age. So, when you were four, and your mother gave birth to your little sister Ruth, a sickly child, your mother’s attention was ripped from you, far more concerned with your sister's wellbeing, with her constantly slipping in and out of illness. Your father was also away a lot with work, leaving you to entertain yourself. You were never fazed much, preferring the company of your family dog, Otto, your playful 2-year-old border collie.

Your strange connection to the earth began to show not long after your little sister was born. Not thinking much at the young age of four, of the strange habit animals had of following you, the way the flames in the fireplace would dance whenever you were near, and how the wind would bend around you. Then, two years later, Max was born. He was just like you, strong-willed and stubborn. You adored your little brother, taking him everywhere with you. Walking with his pram with Otto through the fields that surrounded your home.

As you grew, you began to slowly notice not only your oddities but also your brothers. The way he would drop his knife or fork whilst eating dinner, and then command it straight back to his hand, the voice you thought was in your head, speaking to you as if it was- Otto?! Yes, very odd. You brushed it off, knowing that if you were to tell your parents, they would treat you as if you were a silly little child begging for attention. By the time you were fourteen, however, it was far too noticeable to just push aside. The flames began to roar in the fireplace, the voice which you refused to believe was Otto began becoming far too clear, and even the spiders you would remove from your house began to sound as if they were shouting at you. At least your brother had calmed down, with him being eight you supposed his childlike lack of care had faded away. One less problem to deal with.

A year later, the war began. Your father had insisted upon you taking your brother and sister to England with you, where you would be staying with your uncle in the countryside. Ruth came along easily, Max on the other hand refused to leave your mother and father, too afraid to be apart from them. After days of arguments, your parents gave in, allowing just you and your sister to travel to England, ensuring that Max would be safe with them. The following day, your bags were packed and you were ready to part from the only home you had ever known. You said your goodbyes and reluctantly waved your home farewell.

“Promise me they’ll be okay” Ruth pleaded, snapping you away from your train of thought.

“They’ll be alright Ruthie” you gave her a half smile, only half believing your own words. “Mother and father promised, remember?” you continued.

She gave a curt nod, continuing the silence.

Your life in England was different, to say the least. Your uncle Erich was a stoic man, never caring much for children, though you and your sister tried to do your best by him as thanks. At the age of 16, you left high school and began a nursing training program, in hopes of aiding those fighting in the war.

The three years were gruelling. The war had disrupted your schooling, having to break during your travels, leaving you behind the other trainees. You refused to let that hinder your progress, you feared for your family every day, the least you could do was help those who could be helped. As awful as the past three years had been, you made it through your training, and eventually, on the 10th of June 1944, you arrived in Normandy, to assist your wounded troops.

The medical tents are awful, to say the least. They’re cramped, sweaty and reek of... men. You make your way to the end of the tent and are greeted by a tall, tanned, gorgeous man. He seems unscathed, lying comfortably in one of the beds.

“Hey there soldier” you greet him. His deep brown eyes meeting yours. “Anything I can do for you?” you continue, eyeing him over once more.

“You tell me bub” his Canadian accent catches you off guard. “They sent me in here, told ‘em I was fine” There’s a slight humorous tone to his voice.

“I’ve seen all the bloodshed out there” you counter. “You trying to tell me you went through all that with not even a scratch to show for it?” he grins.

“Guess I’m just indestructible” he shrugs.

“Or just very lucky” you argue. “Well, if you’re completely fine I’d appreciate it if you could leave the space for someone who needs it” you give him a tight smile, not exactly wanting the beautiful stranger to leave, but needing to put your job first.

“I don’t see anyone out there waiting” he retorts. “James Howlett” offering you his hand.

“Y/n” you ignore his outstretched arm, staring quizzically at him.

“Well, Miss y/n” he stands. “It was a pleasure. I hope to be seeing you again” he grins at you once more and begins making his exit.

“I hope not” you shout to him, in hopes he can hear you, smiling quietly to yourself.

You continued your work for the next few days, aiding men with injuries far worse than you had seen before. Then, after the few days that followed, the stranger that you now knew as James, was back in your care once again, and just like the last time, you discharged him. It became routine, every few days, you would find James lying in one of your beds, completely unharmed. You would discharge him after a quick checkup, and then a few days later you’d find him lying there yet again, like clockwork. You began to form a friendship with the impenetrable soldier, dismissing his flirtatious remarks with witty underhand comments. The banter between the two of you came easily, taking jabs at one another constantly, and having conversations that came with no struggle. This continued for weeks, his visits becoming more frequent, your conversations once full of banter, now riddled with flirtation.

“Oh c’mon bub” his deep Canadian voice implored you. “You not even gonna check me over? I could be dying” he smirked.

you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Oh yeah? Where are you wounded sweetheart?” you encouraged. “Here?” you placed a flat hand over his bare chest, slowly dragging it down.

“No.” he stopped you, your heart began to race, redness adorning your cheeks. Had you taken it a step too far, had you read his signals wrong, was he just- the clearing of his throat willed you back from your thoughts.

“Right here” he pointed his finger to his lips. “Heard kissing it better helps” that cocky smirk meeting you once again. He offered you his hand, this time not ignoring it, you outstretched yours. His fingers barely grazed yours, hand slowly rising to your wrist. He grabbed it lightly, giving you time to pull away, when you didn’t, he gave a sharp tug, causing you to topple into him. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling so familiar, and yet in this instance, so foreign. His hand, now placed on your lower back, moving slowly to cup the back of your head, the other grasping your waist. Your hands were firmly placed on either side of his head, unable to move in fear of falling. He slowly pulled himself up, your faces much closer than before. He waited, giving you one last chance to pull away, you didn’t, holding his gaze unwavering. You could feel his breath fanning your face, his stubble tickling your skin.

The kiss was soft. Far from rushed.

He held you gently, as if you were fragile, ready to break at any moment. The kiss didn’t last long, the sounds of the other patients snapping you both back to reality.

“You should go” you whisper into his lips, unable to now meet his gaze.

“I suppose I should” he agrees, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. You stare once again into his brown eyes, the closeness allowing you to see the green specs that litter his irises. “Till next time, yeah sweetheart?” he gives me one last kiss before making his exit.

“Next time.”

[lowkeyrobin]

If you don't mind, Could you do Quackity teaching his s/o how to ride a bike? I honestly have no clue, cause I was never taught qwq (My dad was sick and my mom was taking care of him-)

Thank you!

oh yeah sure! ; and dw I never learned either, nor how to swim (I tried once I was older but couldn't) or anything like that lol ; also I hope everything's alright, and I apologize for the reason why you never got to learn, hope your parents are both okay 🫶 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; I split this into the beginning like a oneshot and then the actual thing into hc cause I had no motivation to write it all out nor would I know how LMAO

QUACKITY ; practice makes perfect

summary ; alex teaches you how to ride a bike

warnings ; language

word count ; 420

masterlist

It wasn't any surprise to Alex when you told him you never learned how to ride a bike. He knew about your lonely childhood, and decided he'd help you learn one sunny day.

You had no idea about this, however. You suspected nothing when he snuck off to Walmart to bust a couple hundred dollars on a bike for you, deciding to not wait around and procrastinate. You'd both win, considering he wanted to vlog it, or at least stream it.

"Y/n, do you wanna go to the park?"

"Sure! Let me get my shoes on!"

Once you arrived at the park, you wait for him to get out of the car, his phone in hand as he set up the stream on his cellular device. You stand by his side, watching as he opens his trunk to reveal a bicycle. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to where it came from.

"Y/n, I'm teaching you how to ride a bike today!" Alex cheers, revealing the existence of the stream to you.

You blink. "Really?"

"Yeah!" He smiles. "I kinda forgot about a helmet and stuff but you'll be okay"

You chuckle, holding his phone for him to say hello to stream while he pulls the bike out of the trunk.

safe to say it was NOT easy

he may have known how to ride a bike but that doesn't mean he can teach you how

he was holding onto you for a while trying to help you balance and stuff

after a while he'd start to let go

and you'd freak out and stop yourself cause you'd become unbalanced and would've hurt yourself

"Alex stop letting go!"

"You have to stop being scared"

"I can't just stop being scared dude"

you came a long way tho

you ended up with a lot of scrapes and bruises but you can ride a few yards without tripping up

you just need to work on your balance more

you came out the next day to continue practicing on the pavement and stuff

hed jog beside you as you pushed the bike yourself

he'd ended up being your little savior lol

he'd catch you every time you'd have to stop yourself / fall

he's so proud of you tho

you picked it up so fast lmfao

later in the week (after lots of practicing and working on it) he took you out to eat and got you ice cream

mini celebration ❗️❗️

you tweeted "I kinda know how to ride a bike now. I'm hot"

he replied with "😍😍😍"

[buckleyflower]

for you to write for buddie

29. "We are not having this conversation."

but it's about feelings and admitting feelingsssss <3

Eddie can’t handle life without Buck in it. He misses Buck whenever they are apart, whether he likes to admit it or not. He doesn’t, at first. He absolutely, resolutely ignores the feeling.

But that’s his reality, his own life, his truth. And he has to face it, one way or another.

He starts by admitting that to the source of his turmoil. It happens two weeks after he arrives in Texas.

“I miss you,” he tells Buck, crouched down on this ugly, uncomfortable couch in this cold and unfamiliar house. And he gets ready for a catastrophe to happen, some lightning strikes to hit him, for Buck to say that he hates him.

“I miss you too… all the time,” Buck says, though, exhaling like the weight of the world has just been lifted off his shoulders.

So that becomes easier.

Eddie misses Buck and Buck misses Eddie too. And Eddie makes peace with that and tries to learn to live with this huge, Buck-shaped hole in his life while he tries to mend his relationship with Christopher.

Then, Christopher hugs him and asks him about Buck. And Eddie is hit with another life-changing, panic-inducing revelation. Buck is the first person Christopher has asked about ever since he decided he could give his dad a chance at explaining himself. Buck is the first thought on Chris’ mind as soon as he feels like he can talk to his dad.

And it hits Eddie like a ton of bricks the moment Chris asks to FaceTime Buck and Eddie sees the amount of calls they’ve made since he left L.A..

Eddie is in love with Buck. He loves Buck whether Buck is around or not. He misses Buck and loves Buck and it’s— all consuming, terrifying… wonderful.

It’s like the world spun one time too fast and suddenly got its colors (the ones everyone seemed to see except Eddie).

Eddie knows that that is his truth now. It’s his most fundamental truth. He feels like loving Buck is part of him and if he ever even tried to stop, he would die. So it’s only fair that he panics as soon as he finds himself alone with his best friend, if even through a phone screen, and ends up blurting out most of his thoughts.

Buck desperately tries to understand, even offers to get on the first flight to El Paso to talk about whatever is causing Eddie to stutter and flush so much, but eventually Eddie prays that he will forget about that half-assed I love you I think and no, no— no, I mean yeah, but I don’t— I do but—.

He thought he was having a stroke but the feeling comes back when he finds a text from Buck that same evening.

It reads: love you too, dw. Which is admittedly a weird way to tell the love of your life that you love them too, but… it’s them. It’s okay.

That settles down the panic in Eddie, so much so that he ends up texting back a simple thanks. that is even more embarrassing than Buck’s dw at the end of his “confession”.

Eventually, Buck loves Eddie enough to wait for him to be back in L.A. to talk about it, even if he’s dying to do so. And that happens three weeks later.

That means that by the time Buck is at the airport waiting for Chris and Eddie, Eddie has been gone for more than a month and Buck now knows that he misses him and loves him and— he wants to kiss him senseless as soon as he gets in his sight but Chris launches into his arms so that has to wait.

Buck keeps waiting, waits until it’s ten minutes past midnight because Chris begs Eddie to stay up late and Eddie is pretty sure he won’t be able to say no to him for the foreseeable future, so now they’re finally alone and Buck is boring a hole into Eddie’s skull.

He starts smirking when he realizes that Eddie noticed his insistent stare because he flushes adorably. He’s all red and hot and Buck loves him so much. And he missed him so much. He carefully scoots closer to him on the couch, and taps with one finger on Eddie’s warm and red cheek, “hey Eds,” teasingly says.

Eddie readjusts his position trying to become one with the couch cushions, making Buck smile when he mutters a little “no.”

“No?” Buck almost laughs, pushing closer.

“Stop following me!” Eddie blurts out, finally turning around to face him, arms wide open and his face beet red.

That makes Buck burst out laughing. “Following you?” He repeats, playfully mocking him. Then, “I missed you, you know?” He says, serious.

Eddie keeps looking at his coffee table. “No.”

Then again, squirming on himself. “We are not having this conversation.”

Buck laughs again. “No?”

“Absolutely not.”

Well, too bad that Buck needs to have this conversation.

“Okay, so do not converse,” he tells Eddie, faking a weird accent which admittedly makes Eddie hold back a laugh. “I’ll do all the talking.”

He leans in, breathing on Eddie’s cheek, mutters a small “I love you too, Eds,” and kisses his cheek before pulling back, smiling so wide and bright that he lights up the room.

He sees a shiver running down Eddie’s arm, where it is not covered by the shirt, and smirks, patiently waiting for him to recover.

“Still not interested in the conversation?” Eventually, he asks, in a light-hearted way but second-guessing himself all the same.

But what he gets is not an answer, it’s a kiss. A kiss. From Eddie.

Eddie is suddenly kissing him and he doesn’t know how is now straddling him, trying to climb inside his chest.

“I love you,” Eddie mutters against his lips, some undefined amount of time later.

And when Buck smirks, stealing one last kiss before pulling away trying to open his mouth, Eddie lifts a finger and points it in Buck’s face. “Still not having that conversation,” he menacingly tells him, making him laugh uncontrollably.

—

Thank you for asking! I hope it’s not too long/you like it 💓

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

re: A Little One that can speak Cybertronian. + Sticky/Climbing armor

I can see Drift's Little One pretending to only know so much of the language, and how to speak it. Just so they don't give away their sentience prematurely, and raise the (Already way too high) difficulty of a future escape attempt. They don't know that Drift would be horrified at the notion of keeping a sentient creature like a pet, to the point of bringing them back to Earth, and releasing them. So they've gotta be careful, and not reveal themselves. You know, in case them being sentient make him more possessive somehow.

And they are, for the most point, until they catch somebody talking shit about Drift. (Do they wanna be here? No. Do they hate Drift? Also, no. Not even with the collar on either, though they loathe the damn thing.) They don't really know where the anger is coming from, but hearing somebody speak of him that way just sets them off in the worst way possible. That's when they climb up onto Drift's shoulder, and yell "Get over here and say that to his face, Motherfragger!!" (Approximately) To the shock, and awe of everyone around, because they thought that Drift's minicon had a damaged vocalizer. (And well, they probably wouldn't be too far off considering that humans probably can't make certain sounds required to speak Cybertronian.)

"Oops. Ah shoot, he knows. Uh. Chirp? Squeak?? I learned that from somebody, but don't know what it means??" If the shit-talker has the ball-bearings to repeat what they said to Drift's face, then his Little One is gonna have to apologize for starting an argument later, but if not. Then they're straight onto the first phase of Drift figuring out that they're sentient. (Which is gonna turn out better than they thought, but be kinda unnerving for the time being.)

-Not a Request Anon

YES! This is a great idea! I can imagine Drift’s jaw dropping with the realization of knowing that Oh my god, my human can TALK. Though it would take him time to realize that his little one is fully sapient, it’s the opening to the long road of him realizing he’s made big, big mistake of assuming you are just a cute pet.