#i hope you all find this as funny as i do

[baby-yongbok]

Say it again

Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre - Smut [MDNI] - Established Relationship ✦ Word Count - 2.6k ✦ Summary - You're Chan's princess, he'd give you anything you'd ever wanted but after a drunken slip up he decides to make you wait for what you want for once. ✦ CW -  Piss, Soft!Dom Chan, Edging, Dirty talk, Size kink?, Degradation? (towards chan but like... he asked for it? you'll see.), Unprotected sex & Creampie (Wrap it up), Reader is called Princess, baby, nasty girl/ naughty, - Again, this is a piss kink fic. ✦ Masterlist ✦

You’re Chan’s Princess. His sweet girl who he’d sell his left foot for if you asked. You’re a spoiled brat. Well, that’s what his friends say anyway.

 There isn’t a day that the group can pass up on an opportunity to poke and prod at your boyfriend for pampering you. They joke that you’ve never heard Chan say the word no and you just smile - It’s kinda true.

Your boyfriend just laughs and rolls his eyes, “She deserves it.” He’d state simply, confidently. He’d give you a wink and proceed to peel your orange or bring you a drink and let you eat half of his food. It was sweet, he was sweet. And then you messed it up. 

It’s nothing too drastic, just some tipsy teasing one night a week ago. You said something along the lines or Chan having a small dick or whatever. You honestly can’t remember but Chan does. It lives fresh in his mind and motivated him to change things up a bit. 

That night he brought you home, cooed sweet nothings in your ear and undressed you like a gentleman would. He kissed down your neck, up your thighs, over your cunt and lapped at the drenched flesh like a man starved. He built you up, up, up before pulling back and letting it all melt away.

You whimpered as he stood from his knees, his frame towered over you and you reached out to him, silently asking for more, “Channie.” You whined but he didn’t smile, he didn’t touch you, not like he usually would. He just leaned in and hovered over your naked form. 

“Next time you wanna tell a joke, make sure that it’s funny, Princess.” The harsh rasp of his voice made your cheeks flush, adding to what the alcohol had caused. With a chaste kiss to your temple he pulled back and left you dizzy, tipsy and wanting more. 

This treatment went on for a week.  

He spent his time building you up just to let you fall and repeated it the next day. He’d get himself off right in front of your face, jerking his pretty cock with you on your knees before him. He found himself smiling at the way your needy gaze would track his every move. The sanguine glint in your eye only shined brighter with each grunt and moan. You would whine, beg quietly or silently in hopes that your voice could convince him to finally give in but you always end up starving for more. 

“How long are you going to do this to me?” You whine four days in, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he redresses. “I’m sorry for what I said, I was tipsy.”

“I accept your apology.” He kneels down to your level, taking your hand in his. “But you still can’t cum.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before standing and changing the subject like he didn’t just push you a bit closer to the edge of insanity. 

You’ve never been this desperate in your life. 

You’ve never wanted Chan more than you did when you’d stand at the sink and press your thighs together with the hopes that you could get some semblance of relief. He went from edging you to teasing you to nothing at all and now you find yourself missing the miserable routine of being close to release just to have it snatched away. 

Chan caught on to your attempts at self pleasure quicker than you thought he would. He would watch, stare at your thighs and look for that slight tremble or pulse in your muscle then he’d slap your thigh and smile. He’s enjoying this.

And part of you is too. 

Tonight marks a week of this punishment. You’re home alone while Chan works late at the studio which is rare for a Sunday but he locked into a track and got stuck perfecting it. You text him a sweet goodnight and warn him to get home before the snowstorm starts. He texts back, warning you to behave. 

It’s three in the morning when Chan tiptoes into the apartment. He maneuvers around furniture and discarded objects to ensure that you stay asleep. He grabs the food you left him then heads for the shower to soak the chill of the storm out of his bones.

He’s exhausted, spent, but then he sees you. The walk to his dresser gets cut short when he gets a glimpse of your sprawled out frame. You're so cute and peaceful in your nightgown, with one leg hiked up and bent over a pillow, his pillow. 

Chan steps closer, looking over your relaxed body and taking in the way your smooth skin disappears under the soft fabric of your gown. For a second he thinks that you really do look like a princess. Prim and pretty and all his. 

He climbs into bed behind you, his towel slips down to reveal more of the firm cut of his hip and he presses into your backside. You push back in a stir and Chan has to bite his tongue not to moan. He needs you.

“Babygirl.” He drapes his arm over your stomach and pulls you back into the growing tent of the towel. His lips brush over the soft skin of your neck and he peppers gentle kisses across the flesh. 

“Baby.” He whispers and you hum. His fingers start to trace shapes into the clothed skin of your stomach and you sigh. “Chan?” You mumble, still mostly asleep. 

“Mhm.” His hand on your stomach trails down to lift the hem of your nightgown. “Do me a favor and open your legs, hun. Stay asleep, just let me make you cum.”

The indulgent glide of his hand up your flesh makes you shiver awake. You blink your heavy lids and sigh a soft moan at his touch. “Promise?” Chan kisses behind your ear. How could he say no to a voice as sweet as yours?

“Promise, now open up for me.” He pushes his covered cock against your ass and you push back with a moan and then you gasp. Your pleasure is interrupted by the pressure of your full bladder, it sends a sudden shock that makes you squirm. “Gotta pee, Channie.”

You attempt to sit up with the intention of rushing off to the bathroom real quick but Chan’s arm circles your stomach again, keeping you trapped against him. “Yeah? Gotta pee?” The kisses on your neck get firmer, his subtle grinding picks up and his hand pushes softly against your lower abdomen.

“Chan.” You moan in protest but it does little to stop him. The pang of urgency your body is sending you gets stronger with his subtle push and not so subtle grind of his hips. “I’ll be quick.”

He smiles against you, moving his hand back down to lift the hem of your gown up over the swell of your ass. “I know, hun.” His towel gives way and it’s his bare cock pressing against you now. “You wanna cum, right? Want me to give you what you’ve been begging for?”

Your body betrays you, shuddering as arousal starts to gush between your shaking thighs. You press them together in an attempt to hold your bladder. “Then you’ll stay here and let me give you what you wanted, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

Chan’s hand moves between your legs, parting your plush thighs and firmly brushing a calloused finger over your clit. The contact makes you keen. “I can’t hold it. Can’t, please let me-”

“Pick one, Do you wanna pee or do you want to cum?” He kisses your shoulder and you go quiet. What do you do?

 “I’ll make a mess” Chan chuckles at your concern then licks his hand. He reaches between your bodies and tugs at his thick cock. “Do I sound like I mind a mess?” He slides his length between your thighs, pressing it against your heat. “If you don’t want me to make you cum I can stop. Just say the word.”

The thought of asking him to stop translates as insanity to you. He drags his hips back and starts fucking your thighs. He grinds against and fucks up over your clenching cunt. His tip gets caught on your clit and your chest vibrates with a deep moan. This is the most he’s touched you in days. It’s dizzying and Chan makes it worse when he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear and whispers. 

“Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His hand comes up to your chin and he turns your head just enough to take in the way your features twist in pleasure. “Tell me what you want.”

“More.” Your mouth was faster than your mind. “Yeah? More? Wanna piss all over the sheets? That’s how desperate you are?” You’re nodding, pressing your thighs together when his hips pick up pace. You don’t care anymore. You need him. 

“Nasty, baby. So fucking naughty.” The tip of his cock rubs over your slick clit with each thrust. Your body trembles with the sweet satisfaction of finally feeling pleasure and Chan lets you have that for a second or two before his grip on your hip becomes bruising.

 “What was it that you said that night? Something about me having a small dick, right?” He’s breathing heavily in your ear and you shudder, nodding mindlessly as you drift farther and farther from reality. “Look at me.” 

The movement is reluctant but you follow his request. Your low-lidded gaze meets his and your heart beats double time. “Is that what you said?”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper but that’s not what he wanted. He presses down on your bladder harder and you gasp, “Answer the question.”

The moan that echoes from you is unbecoming. It’s far from prim but very pretty. “Yes, I said it.. I’m sorry.” It’s less of a confession and more of a desperate plea but Chan accepts it with a hum.

 “You wanna stand by that? Wanna tell me how small I am?” He presses a bit harder and you groan, breaking eye contact and shaking your head into your pillow. “C’mon, call my cock pathetic, hun.”

The tone of his voice in contrast to his actions is as sweet as cinnamon. “C’mon.” You open your mouth to speak but nothing but half a whimper and a huff of hot air escapes. “Follow the rules to cum.”

“Y-you’re cock, is pathetic.” Chan pulls his hips back. “Gimme more, come on.” His pressure on your stomach lets up and you can breathe again. You inhale and exhale with a shake before giving him what he asked for.

“Your… cock is so pathetic. So small that you never make me c-cum - Chan…” His hips push forward, his cock catches at your entrance and bullies its way into your fluttering cunt. The words you’ve uttered are debunked in real time. 

“Pathetic, yeah?” He groans, fingers splaying over your bare stomach. “Y-yeah, I can’t even feel… feel it.” Chan smiles, pressing his hips firmer into you and successfully pulling a scream from your chest.

 You can feel the dam threatening to break, small trickles wet your thighs and you try your best to chase your orgasm while holding the mess but you can’t seem to find a way to get one without the other. 

“Chan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I- I..” You’re not entirely sure what you’re apologizing for anymore. You feel desperate to cum, to empty your bladder, for anything and everything. Your boyfriend smiles behind you, finding your begging stutter cute.

“Nah, stick with what you said, baby. Can’t even feel it, right?” The steady rocking of his hips turns into shallow thrusts that actually do have you tearing up. 

Chan picks up on your attempt to hold back and presses harder, drilling his hips in and out of you and making the splinter of pleasure and pressure fuse in a way that you’ve never experienced before. 

“C-chan - Channie..” Your bladder leaks, wetting your thighs, the sheets, him. But you finally get to cum. You keen and he eats it all up. He tips your head back, admiring the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip before your jaw hangs slack with gasps. 

“That’s it, baby. I got you, just fall apart for me.” He wraps his arm around you, reaching down to rub harsh circles into your clit. You’re soaked, shaking through the mix of sweet releases. “Messy cunt.” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart and spanking your clit. 

You give him the sounds he was looking to hear with a shudder that makes him hiss. “C’mere.” 

 He pulls out and positions you on all fours over the messy sheets. You grab your pillow and bury your face in it just as he slides back in. He lets his head fall back with an elated sigh. A lazy slap on your ass follows and you whimper, “God, I missed my girl so much.” 

He moves slow and shallow, watching the way his dick disappears into you with each tremor and flutter your body offers. “Just like that.” He coos, picking up pace slowly but not slow enough for you to adjust. 

The new angle is deeper than before but it makes you scream all the same. “That’s a lot of noise for a small dick, huh?” A cocky breathy laugh rumbles through him but the pull in his abdomen cuts it short. Or maybe it was the way your cunt squeezed him as your second orgasm snuck up your legs. 

“Let it out, pretty girl. Gimme more, c’mon.” You break all over again. The last of you tried to hold wets his thighs and your pussy practically gushes around him. 

“Pissing on me again? Nasty girl.” He groans, seconds from falling apart. He reaches around and slaps your clit again and again, moaning at the messy wet sound it makes.

 “Gonna let me make a m-mess too? Gonna let me fill you up?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust until he leans forward, pressing into you while his eyes roll back and muscles tense. 

“Baby, ba - fuck… baby.” His voice gradually fades into a whisper until all you hear is him panting over you. The cool wetness of his thighs is a shivering contrast to the warmth of you. 

“Chan…” You whimper, failing to complete the rest of your plea. “Sh sh sh, you’re good, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” This time you know that you’re apologizing for the mess. He leans over you, running his hand through your hair and rubbing at your scalp. “There's no need to be sorry. I wanted it.”

“Really?” You turn your head, trying to catch his gaze with your glassy one. 

“Yes, really.” He kisses over your back with a sweet hum to both comfort you and distract you from the pressure of him moving again.

“You did so well for me.” You open your mouth to speak but a pathetic stutter escapes instead. Chan hums, rocking his hips into you and gently and running his hands up your back to soothe you.

“Look at me, princess.” You blink up at him and he coos, “You’ll do it again for me, yeah?”

His hips snap and you nearly do too. “Say it.”

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[gothicfied]

can you write a squid game fic or head cannons of other characters finding out the reader is struggling with self harm? If so, thank you and I understand it is a sensitive topics and may be uncomfortable to write.

Squid Game season 2 characters x reader who struggles with sh

Featuring: Thanos / Player 230, Se-mi / Player 380, Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Park Min-su / Player 125, Kim Jun-hee / Player 222

(Trigger) Warnings: Mention/Talk about sh, depression, and things of this nature, this is comfort/angst, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Summary: Basically what the ask says

A/N: hey! I hope this is what you imagined, sorry if some of these are ooc😞🙏

Thanos / Player 230

જ⁀➴ Before he really knew, he'd constantly make your life a living hell, basically making fun of your shyness. He'd make certain comments to which he knew you wouldn't react to or would try to persuade you to vote in favor of the game containing.

જ⁀➴ You'd constantly tell him off and to leave you alone. It didn't really help, though. Thanos would just sit down next to you and talk your ear off about what he wanted to do with that prize money.

જ⁀➴ When you stood up to leave, rollung your eyes at him, he grabbed you by your wrist.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Thanos blurted out, giving you an offended glare. "You know, it's really rude to just leave a conversation like that." When you tried to get out of his grip, your sleeves rode up your arm, revealing scars you weren't proud of or wanted him to see. When you realized it, he did too, immediately letting go of you.

જ⁀➴ Since Thanos knew what it meant to struggle with mental health he did actually leave you alone for now. But, after the next game, he approached you again and sat down next to you. "I'm sorry about yesterday." he said, patting you on the back.

જ⁀➴ He related to you in a way, but didn't want to ask you about what went on in your private life. Now you just appreciated that he seemingly didn't overstep any boundaries anymore and even checked up from you every now and then.

Se-mi / Player 380

જ⁀➴ You and her had been a duo ever since she came up to you and complimented your looks. Even if you denied it or not, she'd repeat it multiple times, winning you over with her charm quickly.

જ⁀➴ You two had the same mindset on a lot of things, originally voting 'O', thinking you were able to survive one more lousy game. That game was a death scare. Nothing about it was funny anymore. You appreciated your life too much these days to die like this.

જ⁀➴ When the second favor didn't go your way, both Se-mi and you now voting 'X', you felt helpless. One night, the two of you were sitting on her bed, just talking about your past and how you got to this point in the first place. While Se-mi was more secluded, only telling you that 'there are so much worse things she had to face when she got out' you trusted her enough to tell her about a sensitive time in your life.

"I'm not really secretive about this anymore," you pushed your sleeves up, revealing faded scars along your forearm, "but yeah. It was all pretty fucked up. The whole debt thing didn't make it any better." Se-mi looked at you with raised eyebrows, her fingers tracing the lines on your wrists. "I knew you were strong. Don't worry, we'll get out of here."

જ⁀➴ She put in double the work to protect you — She just wanted you to start a better life with that money and be happy, free from debt and all of it.

Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju noticed from the start that you were more secluded, more prone to cry, panicked easily. It was clear to her that you were struggling with this situation, perhaps even more than that. She made it her task to help you as much as she could, comfort you and keep you close to her and her group.

જ⁀➴ You'd often rant to her and tell her what bothered you after she reassured her she'd take care of anything possible. Hyun-ju was the anker you needed in this shithole and you just appreciated her very much. Everything she did seemed to be out of genuine interest and not just to gain your trust and abuse it.

જ⁀➴ Accidentally, Hyun-ju did catch a glimpse of the scars you were so desperate to hide. She didn't mention it, feeling like it wasn't her place to comment on it. Her heart did break for you, though.

જ⁀➴ From then on, she made sure to speak softer to you and distract you from all the horror around you.

Hyun-ju hugged you tightly against her chest, her arms engulfing your figure. "Tonight things could get a bit scary," she mumbled into your hair while she rested her face against your head, "I just want you to know now rather than find out later. I'll keep you safe, you know that." You just nodded, reciprocating the hug after a few moments.

Nam-gyu / Player 124

જ⁀➴ When he found out, as you didn't make the effort to hide them or anything, he did refrain from provoking you in any way. Nam-gyu related, as he considered his drug use not to be the best thing he could do to his body.

જ⁀➴ Both of you hung around in the same group, since Thanos really wanted you on his team, constantly giving you compliments and flirting with you. It annoyed him to a degree, scoffing everytime Thanos tried to talk to him about how pretty you were, how much he wanted you, give you the world. In Nam-gyu's opinion, he didn't get you.. didn't get what you went through, at all.

જ⁀➴ One evening before lights out, the two of you were teasing each other about something and laughed together — something that rarely occured amongst the other players.

"Want me to show you something?" Nam-gyu asked you, leaning a bit closer. Chuckling, you replied with a 'mhm' and watched him pull up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing skin tracks along the inside of his elbow. You raised an eyebrow: "Oh?" You took his arm to get a closer look, tracing his skin with your fingertips. "Well, we all have our stories, huh?" The man nodded at your wrists, making you look at them too, like you didn't already know what he meant.

જ⁀➴ The both of you grew close to each other, much to his amuse. He was a junkie, you were depressed.. it's like a disaster in the making. But, you didn't care. He was sweet and weirdly kind to you — Not in the way Thanos was. You made sure to hug Nam-gyu a few times more after that, in case it could be the last timd you'd get to do that.

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

જ⁀➴ You were glad to be on Gi-hun's team from the start, since Dae-ho and you got along really well. As a former Marine, which he was super proud of obviously, he declared he'd protect you immediately after you met, making you laugh.

જ⁀➴ He was kind, strong and funny, but maybe a bit oblivious at times.

During the six-legged pentathlon, you two sat next to each other, cheering the current active team on. Yelling and screaming filled the area as they crossed the finish lind just in time, making everyone erupt in cheers. Dae-ho immediately hugged you with joy, excited to see the five live another day, at least. After pulling back witha laugh, you gave him a small high five with your sleeve rolled back. When noticing scars along your wrist and forearm, the former marine gasped pretty loudly. "What?" you asked with genuine concerning, fearing something was wrong with you. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Dae-ho pulled your sleeve back over your arm. "Dude," he looked at you with wide eyes "it's fine." You needed to hold back a laugh.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho felt so bad to havs accidentally seen something you've been struggling with, that he couldn't help but apologize profusely. You repeated to him that it wasn't a big deal for you and that you were working on this problem, but he didn't stop nonetheless.

જ⁀➴ You thought it was cute how much he seemed to care for you and how often he came up to you just to tell you that he appreciated you. And Dae-ho did, he didn't just say that to make you feel better.

Park Min-su / Player 125

જ⁀➴ Min-su is just shy over all. When he noticed it, he wouldn't say a thing. He'd be dead silent, maybe even a bit scared to talk to you. He was just scared he'd make it awkward, somehow hinting that he knew about your scars. Min-su was just someone who overthought a lot and even you noticed it.

જ⁀➴ After a bit, it annoyed you — The sudden lack of his presence next to you, the fact that he wouldn't properly talk to you anymore, it was all just weird and confusing. So, you decided to ask him directly.

"Did I do something wrong?" your voice wasn't stern, but Min-su could tell that you were kind of upset. "Ah, no-" he quickly replied back, shaking his head, "it's really not you!" He looked at you with his typical innocent face, making it hard for you to keep pressing him about this matter. "Then what is it, seriously?"

જ⁀➴ He explained what he saw and said that he just felt so sorry. Well, at least he didn't speak to you because he didn't want to hurt or upset you, which was really thoughtful.

જ⁀➴ You'd expect that he would now be the one to comfort you or something, but no it was the complete opposite. Min-su seemed to worried about you and kept asking you how you were feeling or if anything bothered you. You had to keep reassuring him that those times were in the past and that he didn't have to be so worried.

જ⁀➴ It was really cute though, so you let it slide.

Kim Jun-hee / Player 222 (implied fem!reader)

જ⁀➴ Since Jun-hee and you were pretty close in age, you two had found each other right away. You kept telling her that she needed more protection, or at least an ally like you, on her side sincs she was pregnant. You weren't really serious about that, just chuckling when bringing it up, but ut definitely made Jun-hee trust you a lot more. It was a critical situation she was in and she was glad to have you by her side.

જ⁀➴ You even banged on the door in the middle of the night to make the guards take her to the bathroom when she was to shy to do it herself.

As ths pink guard brought you to the womens bathroom, Jun-hee held onto you, clearly being in pain. A few minutes later, you were washing your hands and tried to fix yourself up, looking a bit disgusted in the mirror. "What is it?" Jun-hee emerged from one of the stalls, chuckling. "Man, I look like a damn zombie. Look what this place has done to us." Instead of getting a reply, you noticed that she was staring at your arms, at your scars. You had taken your jacket off for convenience and kind of forgot about them. "Oh, I'm sor-" Jun-hee interrupted you, "No! No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stared like that!"

જ⁀➴ Obviously everyone had their struggles, but now her own kind of seemed insignificant next to yours. You were doing so much for her and she didn't even know that you were struggling. She should've thought of that.

જ⁀➴ When voicing that thought to you, you felt bad that you made her feel like that. With a hug, it was all sorted out. Jun-hee cared deeply for you and she could tell that you cared for her like that, too. It was nice to know that someone had your back in a place like this.

[fangirlmermaid]

Can I request Luke Hughes the TikTok trend where reader calls him by his name and he gets scared please

Luke Hughes x reader

Summary: You do the TikTok trend of calling Luke by his name and he gets scared.

Warning: sad but then happy.

Author's note: I tried my best! Hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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You couldn’t recall calling Luke by his name since you two started going out, even during a fight. So when you saw the TikTok trend of people calling their partners by their names you were dying to do it to Luke to see how he would react.

It was a Friday night. You sat in the living room watching 10 Things I Hate About You, while Luke, on the other hand, was getting ready to go out with his teammates. (He invited you to come along, but you wanted to stay in.) You decided this would be the perfect opportunity to do the TikTok trend.

You shifted your position, bringing your legs into your chest as you lay against the back of the couch placing the camera from your phone above your knee.

You tried to act casual when he came into the living room. He leans down pressing a chaste kiss on your lips and forehead when he walks towards the front door that’s when you hit record.

He slipped on his shoes and jacket, grabbing his keys. Luke opened the door. “Okay, Angel, I’ll see you later. love you.” Luke smiled. This was it. “Bye! Have fun. Love you, Luke!” You smiled, trying not to laugh.

Luke froze halfway through the door (making you silently laugh). He returned to the apartment, his face filled with confusion, he faced you again “Bye Angel. I love you!” He repeated thinking that he was imagining the last part. You bit down a smile “Bye Luke! I love you!” you repeated a few giggles slipping out.

Again frozen halfway through the door, he slowly crept back into the apartment. He slowly faced you, his eyes wide in fear. You fought against a smile. “Are you okay?” you wondered, you wanted to repeat his name but decided not to for fear that he would die of shock. Finally finding his voice “Did you just call me, Luke?” he whispered in disgust like you just insulted him, you raised an eyebrow “That’s your name, isn’t it?” You wondered, Luke shook his head “You never call me that” Luke’s voice grew quiet.

Luke stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Am I in trouble?” Luke wondered, quickly glancing at you. “No, Luke,” you assured him, sneaking out with another giggle. Luke flinched. He closed the door and placed his keys on the table. You could tell he was trying to figure out why you were ‘mad’ at him.

He hung his jacket before giving you his full attention once again,

“Are you mad that I’m going out?”

“No”

“Do you want me to stay?”

The look of fear and sadness mixed in his eyes, the feeling of guilt held your heart. Luke stood before the TV “Tell me what I can do. I can text them and tell them I can’t come” Luke said in a quiet tone, you shook your head.

“No, no, no, no-”

“Please don’t break up with me”

That’s when you stop recording “It’s a prank baby! It’s a prank!” You assured jumping out of your seat, one hand cupping his jaw while your other hand grabbed his shoulder. Luke huffed with some relief sneaking out “That’s not funny, angel” Luke muttered with sadness in his eyes, “I know baby, I know” You agreed. Luke looked at you “Do you still love me?” he wondered, you nodded “Of course I do, Lukey” You gave a reassuring smile. You saw his lips twitch which gave you the confidence to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Luke pulled out his phone and started typing. You saw him texting his teammates that he couldn’t come. “Baby, what?” you asked, hoping you didn’t ruin his night. He put his phone away. “Nope, I’m all yours tonight, and every night,” he smiled. Of course, you felt bad about doing that stupid TikTok trend. You knew you were going to have to make it up to him.

You were right because the two of you lay on the couch, Luke on top of you with his hands on your hips and his head on your chest (giving you soft kisses on your heart now and then). You mumble every nickname you've ever called Luke since the beginning of your relationship. One of your hands was under his shirt drawing lazy patterns across his skin while the other playing with the end of his curly hair (He would pout and joke about how you owe it to him when you stop moving one or both hands). Luke loves you and you love him…even when he’s dramatic.

[astro-inky]

the aquamarine au

Info about au below (or at least what i have so far)

-based on the 2006 move Aquamarine, a teen romcom about two teenage girls meeting a mermaid and helping her find love to achieve their wish of one of them not moving away (its my childhood). this au takes basic plot ideas from the movie but with major changes

Jimmy and Joel are both 17. Jimmy's family owns a small, local beach resort where he also lives. Joel lives next door and they're basically attached at the hip and spend all their time at the resort. It's tense between them because Joel is moving far away by the end of the summer.

Scar is 19. He's been working at the beach as a lifeguard since he was in high school. Local sweetheart, everybody loves him. Seems like he sucks at his job, but nothing wrong ever really happens on his shift. Known flrt.

Grian is an unknown age but closer to Scar than Jimmy and Joel. I'm still working out his part. He's a mermaid who ran away from home. The Watchers are a group who protect mermaid pods but have very strict rules and archaic views; such as there is no such thing as love and have arranged a marriage for Grian he doesn't want (The Watchers in this au are less Mega Evil and more Parents Who Don't Understand and Kind Of Suck). He runs away to prove love exists. In doing so, getting into a major fight with his sister.

Grian gets caught in a storm and washes up into the pool of the beach resort, where Jimmy and Joel find him. They are SUPER cautious at first, but immediately offer to help him find true love when Grian tells them that helping a mermaid grants them a wish. They're hoping to use the wish to make it so Joel's family doesn't move away.

Grian is a bit oblivious to the human world, but even more so to the concept of love, because it is not common in the mer world. This leads Grian to believe anyone can love you with a bat of an eyelash, which leads him to try to woo the first interesting person who catches his eyes; aka Scar. When it doesn't immediately work, he's actually quite pissed off and thinks its Scar's fault for not falling in love with him. Jimmy and Joel proceed to make a plan to match the two together because Scar is so nice and probably the only person willing to give this weird and off putting mermaid a chance.

Unlike the movie, which takes place over a couple days, this au takes place over the course of a month or two, so there is even more chemistry between the cast. Hijinks and cringey romcom shenanigans ensue.

The ending is very different from the movie (im still thinking about it i dont have a lot for this au please go watch Aquamarine tho its my childhood and i love it)

uhhhhh IDK WHO IS GOOD FOR A CECILLIA CHARACTER. ok in the movie theres a character named cecillia shes the typical mean girl trying to stop the main characters from getting together. i wanna put someone in this role bc shes iconic and has funny moments im inspired by but im having a hard time thinking of someone who fits the role. any ideas for this or any thoughts at all are welcome, this au is for fun!!!

[marshiewritesfics]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a civilian s/o who doesn’t know they’re the bat boys yet and the boys start gushing about their alter ego a lot and s/o’s just like “Hey, do you have a celebrity crush on Nightwing/Robin/redrobin/Redhood?” (It’d just be funny if s/o was smart enough to notice their boyfriend’s odd behaviours, but coming to the wrong conclusion which they’re very chill about).

Civilian! S/O Who Is Clueless About the Batboys Alter Ego’s But Eventually Finds Out

A/N - Thank you so much for the request, @nesting-dreams ! I hope that you enjoy!

DICK GRAYSON-

- Dick subtly drops many hints a day stating that he saw, Nightwing, and you’re just wondering how he sees him so often

- “You’re really infatuated with this Nightwing guy, aren’t you?”

- Dick stammers out, “Uh…no why?” Trying to play it off that he’s not secretly him.

- You’re suspicious but you shrug and go to read some books in the study.

- “Whew that was close.” Dick thinks to himself.

- Later on you kept pestering him with questions about Nightwing seeing if he would slip up and spill his secrets but Dick learned and isn’t telling anything now.

- He offers short answers and dismisses your questions with short explanations.

- Every day after that you kept tabs on whether or not he would mention Nightwing and then take notes on what he said.

- Each time he would slip up a little and mention his signature blue or the suit or even some of the gadgets he had.

- You figured Dick was either a major fanboy or he was hiding something so you decide to do a little research.

- You take notes about when Dick leaves during the day, odd behaviors, and new scars that mysteriously appear on his body.

- You knew something was up but you wouldn’t confront him yet until you had concrete evidence.

- That is until one day you were doing the laundry and you find a blue and black spandex suit buried in the bottom of the laundry basket.

- You whip out your phone, take a few pictures of the suit, in all different angles and stuff the suit back in the bottom of the basket pretending to not have seen it

- You had your evidence now you just had to wait till Dick got home and you would see what’s really going on

JASON TODD-

- You notice that he’s out one night until almost midnight and you’re worried.

- So you decide to stay up all night and wait for him to get home.

- Jason arrives home at around 2am, and, he’s bruised and has quite a few scrapes on his arm.

- He was smart though and removed his Red Hood suit off earlier and hid it in a safe place.

- “Jason! What in the world happened to you? This is what you’ve been doing all night? Getting hurt?” You exclaimed, rushing over to help bandage his arms.

- He stares at you in shock not expecting you to be up so late waiting for him. Normally you were fast asleep by now. He honestly doesn’t know how to respond.

- “This? Oh, that’s nothing. I was just out for a little late night walk.” He said with a shrug but you could see him wince ever so slightly.

- “I just saw you wince! That was no ordinary walk, Jason!” You say, as you get him all bandaged up.

- Jason stares at you in bewilderment that you’re getting so worked up over this. You never acted like this before.

- “Like I said, it was nothing. Now that my arms all taken care of, I’m going to head up to bed. Thank you for taking care of me, y/n.”

- Jason leaves to go upstairs but before he does, you whip out one of his Red Hood jackets that you found one day behind the house.

- “If you were just out for a little walk then what’s this?” You exclaim, holding up his jacket.

- Jason’s eyes grow huge in shock. “Y/N, where did you get that? I don’t know what that is.” He said, quickly trying to cover his tracks before revealing his secret.

- “Uh huh. Well, go get some rest but we’ll talk about this in the morning.” You say, staring at him suspiciously.

- You have never seen Jason move so fast. He grabbed both the jacket and a stray bullet that had fallen from one of the many holes on the jacket before racing upstairs to clean up any other evidence of his escapades.

TIM DRAKE-

- You had a feeling that Tim was hiding something from you but you didn’t know what it was.

- Tim spends countless tireless hours in his workshop making things but you didn’t know what they were for.

- So one day you make your way down to his workshop while he was out running errands.

- You sneak inside (you already had the password written down and hidden for safe keeping) and explore his workspace

- Various sharp objects and things that looked vaguely like weapons were strewn about onto various tables or mounted on the walls

- A high tech monitor was installed on one of the far walls complete with vocal recognition and retina scans

- You weren’t going to mess with that so you made your way over to a tall, case that was located next to some scraps of fabric

- Curious, you reach up to open the door to see what was inside, but before you could Tim burst through the door of the shop.

- With a squeak, you turn to hide but before you could, Tim spots you and he is visibly unnerved and surprised.

- “Y/N! How did you get down here? What did you see? This is nothing! Don’t worry about any of this stuff.” Tim exclaims, hurriedly trying to hide any evidence of his alter ego but you’ve already seen too much.

- “I’ll just be going now…” you say, your voice trailing off as you make your way back towards the door.

- “Wait! Y/N, I can explain everything just give me some time.” Tim calls after you.

- “Ok! Just don’t be doing anything that I wouldn’t do while you’re out. We’ll talk about this later.” You say, rushing upstairs to document everything that you saw before he tries to deny any of this (or tries to get rid of any evidence)

- You were not going to forget this any time soon no matter what Tim tries to deny.

[heliosunny]

YANDERE!SAE x READER

And so... he's changed Sae was a genius. You’d known it all along. Your (once) friend was a prodigy in soccer. You’d marvel at how effortlessly he made his goals. But life, as it often does, pulled you away. Your parents' work demanded relocation, and you left without so much as a goodbye.

You often thought back to those days, replaying the memories in your mind. He was distant, never chatty, but you still tried. Compliments, small gifts like sweets, you always hoped to get through to him. Most times, he'd just hand them off to his younger brother, Rin. You convinced yourself he wouldn’t miss you. You were just a face in the audience, after all.

Yet Sae noticed.

At first, he thought you might’ve been sick or busy. You never missed a game before. He told himself you’d show up at the next match. But when his mother mentioned over dinner that your family had moved, his world stilled.

When? Why? And why hadn’t you told him?

He told himself it didn’t matter. There was no time to dwell on things outside soccer. Yet the gnawing ache in his chest refused to leave. He hated himself for how easily your memory began to fade. He didn’t want to forget. He promised himself that one day, he’d find you again.

-----------

Years later, standing in a packed stadium, Sae’s sharp teal eyes scanned the crowd. Then he saw you. Older, more composed, but undeniably you.

“There you are, Y/n L/n.”

The sound of his voice made your blood run cold. Your best friend, Hana, practically screamed beside you, overwhelmed by the sight of the famous Sae Itoshi addressing you.

He didn’t waste time. The crowd dispersed, and he cornered you. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Explain yourself.” he demanded.

“What?” you replied, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just here because my friend dragged me along.”

His jaw clenched. “You left without saying a word. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “Sae, I was a kid. My family had to move for work. What was I supposed to do? And you-” You pointed at him. “You barely acknowledged me back then! What did it matter if I was there or not?”

“It mattered!” he hissed, stepping closer. “You mattered. You still matter.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed. “Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but I have my own life now. Just… let it go.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Sae frozen in place. How could you be so indifferent? Didn’t you see how much he’d changed, how much he’d suffered... all because of you?

---------- Later that night, Hana regretted letting you drink so much. You slumped over the table, utterly unconscious. “I shouldn’t have let you drink, idiot!” she muttered, trying to shake you awake.

“Need some help?” a familiar voice asked.

Hana turned to see Sae standing there, his teal eyes locking onto you like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Oh! Sae Itoshi, right?” Hana stammered, momentarily starstruck. “Um, my friend’s had a bit too much to drink…”

“I’ll take her,” Sae said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Oh, but-”

“I’ve known her for years,” he interrupted. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Before Hana could protest, Sae had you slung over his shoulder. His grip was possessive, and his gaze was cold as he turned away. ---------- When you woke up, your head pounded like a drum. You blinked, taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn’t your apartment. The room was too pristine, too impersonal.

Panic set in as you sat up, only to find Sae sitting in a chair by the door, watching you.

“Sae?” you croaked. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

“You’re safe,” he said simply. “With me.”

Your heart raced. “What? Sae, I need to go home-”

“This is your home now.” His calm tone was more chilling than any shout. “You won’t leave me again.”

You stared at him, horrified. “Sae, this isn’t funny. Take me home.”

He stood and walked over, his shadow looming over you. “I don’t think you understand, Y/n. You’re the reason I kept going. Every match, every goal—I did it all for you. And now, I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not your parents, not your friends, no one.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you realized the depth of his obsession. “Sae… you’re scaring me.”

His expression softened, but his eyes remained unnervingly intense. “You don’t need to be scared. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have to leave again.”

As he reached out to touch your face, you flinched, but there was nowhere to run. The door was locked, and the man you once called a friend had become someone you barely recognized.

And so, Sae Itoshi had changed- but not in the way you’d hoped.

[scho17]

Undead Twins AU

Knowing that your little brother had family and didn’t think he could trust you with it is a different type of guilt. 

It’s a guilt in knowing that those tires he was going to steal off your fathers car wasn’t just meant for a quick turn around, that it was meant to sustain an entire other person. It’s knowing that Jason had likely allowed himself to be taken in as a trial run before deeming it safe enough for his sibling. It’s knowing that Jason had found it lacking. It’s knowing that the Wayne’s may have held his wellbeing in their hands but they never held his trust.

And maybe, just maybe, Jason was right for that. 

Dick watches a young scrappy thing settle in front of Jason’s grave. The boy looks just like his brother. Only older. Not fifteen. He looks like a Jason Todd who finally grew into his big hands and broad shoulders. Dick could almost pretend this stranger is his little brother. Almost. 

He's sat on the uncomfortable ground. Dick knows its uncomfortable, he’s sat there too on the anniversary that Bruce refuses to leave the manor on. Too busy staring at a suit in a glass case, waiting, listening, hoping for that bell like laughter to chime once again in the stale air of the cave. He knows because he’s sat there in that very spot that boy is in and played music from bands his little brother liked, read him his favorites until his voice went hoarse, the classics that Dick could never quite enjoy with all their complicated flowery language. 

But there that haggard teenager is, tired and still finding it within himself to gently hold a bouquet in his calloused palm placing it on the tomb of his brother like its the most important thing he’ll ever do. There’s a slim smile on the boys lips as he reads over Jason’s engraved name, running his finger tips across it. His smile is small and soft. Private in a way that Dick knows he’s intruding upon just by laying witness.

And then, then he speaks.

He talks casually, like its any other conversation. Like he isn’t in a grave yard. Like Jason Todd isn’t six feet beneath him. He talks about stargazing, talks about Jason wanting to leave behind Gotham, staying because he felt he had to. He talks about daisies and dandelions. He says goodbye to his big brother and Dick thinks that it must feel agonizing to be older than your big sibling. To reach an age they never did and still keep going with out them. 

Jason Todd had a little brother and Dick Grayson never knew. There has always been anger simmering beneath his skin and Dick has always been good at anger but he’s better at grief. Guilt has always come easy and this is no different. 

*

“No, shut up this is so not funny. I don’t even know what I did but now I’ve got a bird on my tail and he won’t stop making sad eyes at me Jay.”

“It’s a little bit funny.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You are too so I think it might be genetic.”

“Insufferable. Really. By the way, do you know how hard it is to try and lose the Wayne’s attention? I swear it’s like someone left me in a wet cardboard box on the side of the road and they just thought ‘yeah, you’re coming home with me’ like I’m some pathetic half drowned cat.”

“It’s too late for them, I already took you home first. Finders keepers.”

Danny groaned and slumped into his brothers shoulder “tell them that. Besides, isn’t Nightwing supposed to be based in Bludhaven? Whats he doing in Gotham?” 

“Yeah, but he’s Nightwing. He does his own thing. At least Robin isn’t onto you yet.”

“And there you go jinxing it. Watch he’s going to show up while I’m out and about and scold me for being affiliated with you.”

“Well that little shit can go eat rocks. He already stole everything else, he’s not allowed to steal my little brother too.”

“We’re only a few hours apart.”

“You’ll always be a baby in my eyes, Danny.”

“I loathe you.”

DC x DP - Two of a Kind

Danny running away from his home dimension for such and such reasons (GIW, bad reveal, etc, etc) cue him stumbling around Gotham because holy mother of ambient ectoplasm, Batman.

So anyways he’s just chilling in crime alley, as a struggling guy in Gotham does and then. And then there’s someone else. Looks exactly like him. Not like how he and Dani look similar, her features just softer and rounded with babyfat, no, no, this guy looks exactly like him. Down to the barely there scattering of freckles on the nose bridge.

It’s Jason Todd. Danny is his dimensions version of Jason Todd.

[revelboo]

That trailcutter and hound one is going to be the funniest one, I just know it! I love both of those guys! I just gotta say that your writing is something I look forward to every day. It's like a reward for going to my boring job.

Hound taking full advantage of the fact that he can coerce his buddy into pretty much anything with enough high grade

Heavy Boots

Hound x Reader

• There’ll be guilt later and he knows it, but as he cages you in his servos, it’s hard to focus on anything beyond the hope that this isn’t a mistake. Because he’s been watching Bluestreak with his little human. Tries so hard not to stare at the way the young sniper’s human is constantly touching his servos, smiling up at him and relaxed. How Wheeljack’s human curls up against the engineer’s arm, draping themself against him in the break room. Convincing Trailbreaker that they’re saving humans, when really, he just wants that sort of companionship. Wants a soft, little mate that’s happy to see him. Waiting for him to return.

• Screaming as you’re caught and picked up, you can hear your friend also screaming, the sound cutting off suddenly to your horror. And you struggle as the giant monster that has you grins down at you. “Alright then,” he says. Pulling you close to his chassis before he comes apart and reforms around you, feeling like your heart is going to beat right through your ribs from the fear. And you find yourself inside a green Jeep. These monsters hiding in plain sight. Yanking on the door handle in a panic, you can’t get the door open. “Easy there, sweet spark,” rumbles a deep, soothing voice from all around you and you shudder. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”

• “Let me go,” you gasp, voice small and shaky and his spark constricts. Had expected this, but your fear still bothers him. How had Blue and Jack won over their little humans? Pulling out alongside Trailbreaker, they head back to the Ark. “What do you want with us? Are-are you going to eat us?” What? Primus, you think he’s a monster, don’t you? It’s not funny at all, but it still startles a laugh from him.

• “I’m saving you, sweet spark.” That deep voice is coaxing and you shiver unable to tell where it’s coming from or where to focus your attention. Saving you from what? Watching the steering wheel turn as the alien monster pretending to be a Jeep drives itself, you cringe. “Our enemies are kidnapping you lot. Doing awful things to you. You’re safe with us.” He kidnapped you to keep you from being… kidnapped. And what awful things? What is he going to do to you?

• You’ll come around sooner or later. Come to trust him. Running through the things he’ll need for you as he cuts his wheels to give Trailbreaker more space when he lists into his lane. He’s been watching the other bots with humans, learning from them how they handle their humans. What you need and he’s certain he’ll be able to take good care of you. He’s already been collecting things for the human he’d been wanting, sneaking off on patrol to steal things you’ll need or like. You’ll be happy with him once he wins you over.

[zhongrin]

Pspsps Wriothesleys Voicelines

More About Wriothesley: III 😏

Wriothesleys Hobbies😏😏

Ascension: Climax

Any feelings about these, maybe in Sagau Esque Style or just general player vibes?~

...... ˙ᵕ˙ *rubs my tiny scheming racoon hands together*

cw. sagau, cult-ish behavior, written in the usual genshin voicelines format (character talking as traveler), gn!reader as player/creator, bonus at the end

ー More About Wriothesley: III

“Those tea boxes? Ah, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that... Sorry, they’re off-limits, heh. They’re a collection of the finest tea leaves, just for a certain someone. I suppose you could call them an offering, of sorts? Haha… Unless they’d actually come visit, of course. Perhaps one day.”

ー Wriothesley’s Hobbies

“Well, these days I find myself enjoying traveling around Teyvat. Never thought I’d be able to see the surprisingly colorful nation of Natlan and trying out coffee in the bustling city of Sumeru, but they were surprisingly very enjoyable.”

”My work? Oh, don’t worry, I find myself back in my office every time my travels are over, and it feels like I was never out at all. Funny how time works around here, huh?”

ー Ascension: Climax

“Have you ever felt what enlightenment is, traveler? Like when you’re in a video game, and you reach the maximum level possible. Metaphorically speaking, of course.”

“Humor me — hypothetically, what would you think if you ever reached this ‘enlightenment’? Do you think it’s some sort of a sign… or even a favor, of sorts? How does one become ‘worthy’ of something so grandiose?”

“Hmmm, nevermind. Perhaps I’m just thinking too much about it. Want to spar in the pankration ring? I’ve been feeling exceptionally energetic these days.”

alternatively for the last one…….. what if you’re his significant other and the traveler happened to stumble into……. something spicy……. and this is what they saw- /bonked

cw. minors dni, dirty talk (no one perceive me)

ー Ascension: Climax (😏😏😏)

“—Oh, sweetheart, you’re so good at this. Hmm? Yeah, I’m recording it… Just for later when I need it, you know? Surely you don’t mind… It gets very lonely down here in the fortress sometimes. Gotta remember how- nngh- pretty you look, worshiping my cock like that… Fuuuuck- just like that, keep going…. archons…. Do you wanna swallow today? Yeah? So good for me… ”

[avelera]

I'm curious about your interpretation for post-hexcored viktor left jayce, and what you think he was planning on doing there before he was lead towards forming a cult. The first bit may sound weird, seeing as it seems obvious that it was, because it seems obvious to most that it's because he felt betrayed by Jayce after being revived with the hexcore after he'd been promised it would be destroyed. (thus all the divorce paper jokes, which are admittedly very funny) But... that doesn't seen entirely accurate to me. Or at least not the the only part of it, in part because he later invites Jayce down to the commune to see it and we never get an explanation as to how and why that changed - what happened that lead. And in the poke-wakeup conversation with Jayce, it seems important to me that the first thing he brought up was "what am i?", not "what happened?", or "are you okay?" In my take, there's context clues and backstory stuff that can help us infer the dots he's philosophically connecting and recontextualization he's going through in those moments (that then leads to a *further* recontextualization, and then one after that. SO much of this season on viktor's side is him internally going "hmm. apparently my entire thesis statement On How People and The World work was wrong. allow me to amend that and then act accordingly", is2g) of course, I'm not sure my take on How Deeply He's Thinking About This completely gels with your take on all his altruism is a subconscious excuse and front he made to justify his selfishness, so I'm just really curious to hear your thoughts on the subject!

I need to be clear: I do not think ALL of Viktor’s selflessness is a front!

Dear lord, he’s one of the most pacifistic, kind, generous, good-hearted people in the whole show. I do not want to imply at all that Viktor doesn’t actually care about other people!

If anything, my argument is that he cares SO MUCH about other people that when HE as an individual person needs something, like his partner to BE there for him when he’s feeling scared and alone and he wants HELP finding a way to save his own life, Viktor is literally so selfless and kind and altruistic he DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO ASK. He can’t forgive himself for prioritizing himself as an individual even when he has maybe weeks left to live, when by any measure he’d be a higher priority of urgency than the big systemic issues he’s hoping to address.

When I say Viktor is lying to himself it’s because he’s truly desperate and has spent so long thinking of others that he can’t conceptualize of how to focus on his own urgent needs. And then, when he does fully commit to saving himself, Sky dies horrifically, and it spirals Viktor into even deeper despair. He’s literally suicidal when he asks Jayce to destroy the Hexcore. It’s kind of no wonder Jayce ignores him on that front, he saw Viktor about to jump and then ask him to destroy the Hexcore, which is the same thing as jumping as far as Jayce knows (since he doesn’t know about Sky). Honestly, in most circumstances, Jayce would be unequivocally doing the right thing by saving Viktor’s life and refusing to indulge his suicide ideation by destroying his one hope in the first place.

I know you mostly asked about other stuff but honestly, it’s super up to interpretation. Fortiche is very good at offering multiple reasons for anything that we see. Maybe Viktor left because the Hexcore is controlling him, maybe he saw the weapons blueprints and gave up on Jayce, maybe he’s trying to protect Jayce by getting away, maybe he is just that fed up about the broken promise. Something weird and fucky is definitely going on IMO which is why I personally don’t buy that Viktor is totally in control there and there’s some level of Hexcore influence or mind control.

But since this isn’t prose and we’re not inside the character’s head, it’s all up to an individual viewers interpretation what’s going on and how much is Viktor. I’ve done numerous posts on how influenced I think Viktor is, why I think he left, etc and I can link those here in a bit but the newer and more pressing thing for me was clarifying: I don’t think Viktor is selfish. I think he’s so selfless he struggles to voice and frame his own dire selfish needs in a way he finds forgivable even to himself which unfortunately obfuscates their urgency to others, for example, framing his urgent person needs to Jayce as big systemic issues that will take years if not decades to address. I think Jayce in that instance could be forgiven for not seeing a couple days or weeks of detour as a big deal in the face of gigantic societal issues like how better mining equipment in the Undercity could help them, because he didn’t grasp that Viktor was talking about his own urgent needs.

Anyway I might add some links to this soon but I hope this helps for now.

[neuvilette-tea-party]

⚜⚜⚜ Pour un dernier instant ⚜⚜⚜

Steb x GN!reader

Tags: Hurt/no comfort, war, rescuing, wound, blood, death of a character, mourning, funeral, Steb and reader have a child (blood or adopted, its up to you)

Noxus attacks Piltover while you try to rescue civilians, will you be able to reach Steb in time?

You sprint, holding onto your gun. 

You stop behind the rubbles of a wall, crouching down and head low, looking behind you. The family you escort is right behind you, shaking and terrified. A mother holds her baby tight against her chest, tears down her face. 

Not far from your group a bomb detonates and throws you all to the ground. 

“Come on!” You order, helping them stand back up, “The camp is near, only three more streets, hold on!” 

You silently wince behind your mask with pain, but you cannot let them see, you must escort them all to safety, you cannot fall now!  

You grit your teeth and throw the arm of the father around your shoulders and help him walk. 

“Keep going, it’s straight ahead!” You order. 

They all leave the security of the wall at your signals, praying each second no lost bullet would burst through anyone’s head. The baby cries, bombs explode, buildings fall and bullets whistle all around you. 

You are in so much pain, your entire lower region burns like you are in a fire, but you keep going. This is the choice you made, the life you decided to lead when you accepted the enforcer uniform years ago. 

You just... You just hope Steb is okay... 

The mother slows down to look at you and her husband behind her. 

“Do not look back!” You bark at her, “Keep going!” 

You’re thrown to your knees when the ground starts shaking, sending deeply painful vibrations in your flesh. You turn your head as you hear a deep cracking sound, noticing fissures appearing in the buildings right next to you. 

It is about to collapse on you any second now! 

You bite your lower lips to blood as you lift the man with the remnant of your energy, but you succeed and walk as rapidly as possible behind the survivors. 

By the Gods, what did Nexus plan? 

As you cross an intersection you let out a sigh of relief as you see the flag of an encampment nearby. 

You stagger and take support on the wall of a former school where the group stopped. You hand the man to his family and take just one second to breath. 

“Go up to that street and turn right where the flag is, you will be welcomed and helped here.” 

“And you?” The mother asks, visibly in shock. 

“There are still civilians under the bombs, I cannot go now, I must find them and help them. They have medics there, they will look at your baby and provide help...” You answer with a breathless voice, “Now go! Do not look back!” 

She looks lost for a split second before nodding with assurance, holding her baby tight. She starts running with the group, finally leaving you alone. 

You tear off the gas mask of your face and fall on all four, spitting blood. You’re pantless and weak. With a spinning head, you take support on your riffle to stand back up. 

You look down at your hips, a large flower of blood spreading into the fabric. 

Your head is so light with blood loss that you almost burst out laughing at that sight. 

That’s actually really funny! 

Hilarious even. 

You spin and retrace your steps, revising in your head the list of places civilians have been spotted since the beginning of the battle.  

Your head spins more and more as you walk, seeing sweat dripping off your strands of hair. 

Very quickly you come to accept you’ll never reach any new civilians. 

It is too late for you; 

You look back to discover your pants soiled with your warm blood, but you feel colder and colder with each passing second. 

You never thought that’s how you would go, honestly! 

You let one knee to the ground, wincing in pain, feeling a trail of saliva mixed with blood rolling down your jaw.  

You lift up your jacket and shirt to see for yourself 

Urgh... 

Not pretty 

No medic would have been able to do anything with such a large gash in your stomach, that would only have been a waste of time and resources to try and save a life already lost. 

Your shoulder hits a cement wall as you lose stability. 

You start seeing double and even hallucinate as you think you see Steb teams on the other side of the street. 

That would annoy you profundly in fact, you’d prefer to imagine him safe in a camp helping the civilians. If you both die and meet on the other side you’ll be so pissed. 

Avale is waiting for you both back at the camp, at least her father should come back to her! 

To think you thought it was a good time to have a little one, the situation degraded so quickly that you both did not see it coming... 

Are they... Are they coming closer?  

Wait...? 

Are they truly hallucinations?! 

Or Steb is really sprinting towards you right now? 

The fuck is he doing here?! 

Why is he not with her?! Craddling and soothing your daughter? 

He tears his mask off and throws himself at your level grabbing your two shoulders to shake you gently. He cups your cheek almost tenderly with eyes crazy with worries. You put your hand on his chest and push him back. 

“Le... Leave me... Steb. Avale is... at the camp.” 

He takes your hand off him and forces you to lie down, seizing his blade he starts cutting off clothes while the rest of the team surrounds you. Their face is no more than a blur in your eyes. 

You gasp, frowning, and lower your gaze to Steb 

... You cannot distinguish his features anymore, they melted in a sea of green. 

Where... Where are is blue eyes? 

Those blue eyes you get lost in daily when he passionately signed to you his last chess tactic? 

You... You want to see them again! You cannot go without seeing them one last time! 

His eyes...! His gorgeous eyes...! 

You... want to get lost in them one last time, the last thing you’ll ever see. 

It has to be his blue eyes... Please heavens 

You weakly try to cup his cheek when you feel a wave of cold wash over you suddenly and darkness appears in your peripheral vision and starts spreading. 

“St... Steb...! Steb!” You beg wit your last strength “Ple...” 

Your hands fall without ever reaching his cheek. 

You think you saw him leaning over your face for you to see him, but it’s no use, his face is no more in your darkening gaze. 

You cannot look at your husband anymore... 

You open your mouth to say something 

To say you love him and your daughter so much, that you hope they will make it and be happy together, that she will find someone and grow old with them, that he will be able to take her to that amusement park you kept promising to go all together but always postponed it. 

That he will be able to take her to see dolphins like she dreams of. 

That he will be able to keep the promises you made and never did. 

And most of all you want to say sorry. 

Sorry for abandoning them like that, without even a last goodbye 

But you just cough out blood, choking on the warm liquid as the darkness finishes to swarm around you 

And you fall. 

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It is silent. 

The sun is setting down but no wind comes freshening up the new evening. 

Steb holds Avale’s hand tight as she could fall at any second. 

She sobs hard, large tears rolling down her round cheeks. He lowers himself and takes her in his arms, bobbing her up and down as the coffin slowly goes down. 

He is devasted. 

He was supposed to grow old with an entire family and now he is a single father of a three years old. 

How to even explain such a thing to her? 

How well can she grasp death in her toddler’s mind? 

Quite well, he realizes. He saw a flicker of hope in her eyes the entire day but it distinguished suddenly when the coffin lid was closed on your laying form. 

She bursted into tears suddenly and did not stop since. 

In her mind, you would suddenly appear from behind a door or rise up in the coffin with a big smile and open arms for her to hug. 

But that idea vanished when the coffin was closed and suddenly reality settled in her infant mind. 

You are no more. 

She will never wake up to your voice anymore, and never again will you cook her your super special slated caramel pancakes, she will never be able to dry her tears in the crook of your neck, breathing in your comforting scent... 

This is a thing of the past. 

And Steb lacks all the world to soothe her pain. How to be strong when he is in ruin himself? 

He presses her soaked face against his cheek, hiding the ugly truth from her as he observes your casket at the bottom of the hole. 

He wants to fall down to his knees, punch the ground in rage, and scream all the anguish he has. 

But he must be strong, strong for his dear daughter, be strong for her... 

The last thing he has in this senseless world. 

He gulps as they start burying the coffin, his lower lips trembling irrepressible at that view. 

He feels about to throw up and pass out, but he holds on to her small baby in his embrace. 

He takes a rose from one of the bouquets and throws it in the ditch. 

You loved roses, you pleaded to name your daughter Rose. Steb playfully fought you on that and got his way. 

He so bitterly regrets it now... 

He takes a deep breath, feeling tears rolling down his scales, silent but cruel. 

He turns his head to Caytlin who grabs his shoulder, nodding to him as a show of support, behind her Vi remains silent but visibly disturbed. 

They both did not know you personally, but they wanted to be here to support their teammate. 

Your colleagues and family are here, quite a number of people came for you three 

But he feels alone and cold 

His only warmth is crying desperately in the crook of his neck right now. 

He presses her tight against him an braces himself for the future. 

Nothing will be the same now... 

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[shiningmystic]

Welcome to the little space I created for you singles to see what's coming next in love! I hope this finds you before valentines day and always be open to the possibilities that the world has. I am an energy reader and will use the energy you are giving off now to see what you are attracting into your future. Prediction readings are not a guarantee especially with energy shifts so be open and to see what comes up. Enjoy the reading? I have a small shop on Ko-fi that you can order another reading from to support me. Check pinned post for all about me as a reader!

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Theme Song: Die with a Smile by Lady gaga featuring Bruno mars

First Rose: Strength, Nine of Cups (rx), The Moon (rx), Five of Swords

Clarifying Cards: Queen of wands, nine of coins (rx)

For you my first rose I do see someone coming into your life but they might not be who you imagine. I see you hold onto a lot of past judgments from your previous relationships (familial or even romantic) these judgements towards yourself are projected onto others unintentionally. I see you using this defense mechanism for helpful moments but what you desire and what you truly want isn't fully aligned. I see your expectations are high and you may wonder why this person you have been manifesting isn't here. It may be because you aren't seeing the full picture or maybe you do and see to much of peoples flaws to let them in feeling like they are just not a right fit but you really don't know; many people are good at hiding there own true selves like how others are good at hiding there not so favorable traits.

There is a difference with having high expectations to choose the right person and those high expectations being used as a way of defense instead of being helpful. I'm NOT saying to lower your expectations or standards but there is this idea you continue to hold that hinders you from finding anyone that could fit your "list". Maybe there is a job or a certain requirement this partner should have to be before you accept them and everyone who may not meet those exact lines is out of your mind. I do not think this is shallow at all, I think your just doing it to not get hurt by someone that you previously have had to abide and cater to and you want to make this relationship more worth it. I see you have been patient and strong for yourself trying to choose the right one when the right one could be anyone; you do have to let go and trust when it comes to loving someone which is something I have to learn to. Trusting yourself that you will do everything in your power to leave if you choose the wrong one. Love isn't easy but it can be simpler with the right outlook. Your dream person will come along and maybe they will surprise you but pushing others away will only push that person away as well. I am also getting the message specifically for some of you that you are learning to trust yourself and that is beautiful yet you still hold onto judgments that make you feel like your can't trust yourself. Its funny how we can pick out insecurities of others because we are insecure of those flaws in ourselves.

I've said this on my blog many times "you are worthy of all good things happening even if you did nothing to 'earn' it." Take care of yourself and do physical things to build your confidence like getting a facial, exercise, start a new hobby; build yourself up and this person will pop into your life without you realizing it. Trust me, my sister found one of her soulmates when she was done with searching for a partner (after many many years of yearning for a true lover) and I am so happy for her.

Second Rose: Temperance (rx), The Fool (rx) Judgment (rx)

Clarifying Cards: Page of swords (rx), Four of wands

For you my second rose I see no one in particular coming into your love life for multiple reasons; I'm sorry to the singles who were really hoping for something soon but do not worry love can still come this is about the future after all. The future I say is always fluid which is why you can't really pinpoint certain things, just big themes and from there its up to us readers to interpret what is going on. For you my second lovely pile I see a reluctance. For some of you you have broken up with someone recently or have seen a relationship end very ugly so in your mind you have this understanding that you won't let any of that happen to you which leads me to this block that I feel in this spread. You're kinda like the first rose, you may need to reevaluate why you desire for a person; Is your life upside down and you desire peace? Has every relationship you have jumped into always surface level amazing and it ends up in a break up? The four of wands card is usually a marriage card but it can be seen as a setting of stability and finding a place of peace which may be what you truly seek at this time. I would like to say quickly that any reason is valid to desire deep love and to know you desiring a person has nothing to do with this block, it is just the approach to love that seems to hold you back and is a cycle that keeps repeating. The judgement reversed could also talk about you having a lot of self doubt and have someone on your mind but you have fear holding you still. If you have a person on your mind know that your fear is valid yet it shouldn't dictate your happiness and you won't keep sitting there asking "what if?"

Maybe your confidence is weak compared to your desire so when there may be a chance you may shy away. It's always about confidence and knowing your worth when it comes to attracting a person who will see you for you and if your ashamed of yourself? it will only hurt you and them especially if they like the you that you may judge harshly. I see many of you my second rose is that you are way better at connecting in person then online, that the internet may feel like the only way because of low self worth or confidence when you need more physical connection and communication. There is also a pressure on yourself for some of you, like you are running out of time; your soulmates and soul family are out there always so do not doubt the untouched potential within you and outside of you. This new beginning in love holds a lot of defensive energy like the first pile but I also hear, 'They wouldn't want me...who would see me as desirable?' but you are! we all are desirable to people and you would be shocked at how many people admire you. I also need to add that for some (maybe even all of you) have been working on this and I know its hard, just keep discovering and pushing. This is pretty general reading but I've seen horrible people find love so why can't you? (I'm referring to some of my family members who are married lmao) so reevaluate what love is to you and follow that love to find someone who aligns with that type of love. Don't deny your worth, you are lovable, you are worthy and you will find the courage to find the one.

Third Rose: Knight of Wands (rx), The Tower (rx), Page of Coins

Clarifying Cards: Ace of Coins, Two of Wands (rx), Nine of cups (rx)

For you my third rose I do see someone coming in and they are quite a lovely and rambunctious individual. I see you will love how they look and enjoy the fun side of them but I also see you learning a lot from this relationship. I sense a lot of stress going on and this person will lift a lot of it and give you perspective on love that you never would have witnessed before. I think you will not stay with this person (take that with a grain of salt because I hate saying that when things can change) but I see you discovering a lot about yourself and how stable you want your love and relationships to be. I see this person giving you a taste of this stable love and I see you enjoying your time together.

Ok, now to focus on the big message of this pile; You will be growing into your own, really getting to know yourself when it comes to this person being in your life and developing a dynamic with them. For some of you this person will show you things you may not want in love and may be a little to chaotic for your tastes even though I see this person also bringing fun so its a mixed bag. You may be in that energy too, going wild and living life but I think this relationship will bring you much love and happiness. Whenever I see the page of coins I think of my sister taking a leap and learning about what works for her and what doesn't in life that relates to routine money and stability (even in relationships). The earth element to me speaks about comforts and this person will bring a new comfort that you will enjoy so really live in the moment with this person ok? Always be open to what the possibilities are and if this person is a long time partner always be open to learning and communicating even if your feelings feel 'ridiculous', they are valid and should be spoken to the person that you are putting your heart and trust into. I do sense a big emphasis on communication which is interesting when I don't see swords in the spread but communicating is key in this new relationship coming your way (as it should be in every relationship). Trust in yourself and just be honest, if they aren't open to that then you know what is best for you.

Tarot Decks used: Tarot of the Divine By, Yoshi Yoshitani

[edgeray]

8 Letters

Arlecchino x GN! Reader

A/N - i've been fighting for my life against writer's block and was able to come up with this. please take this pos writing for my absence (i'm sorry). dedicated to that one friend who will be unnamed but you know who you are. i did say you will pay.

Content warnings / info - angst, arlecchino does not actually appear, 1.6k words

Beds are a funny thing. 

They are a revered sanctuary, a haven from the day’s troubles. Plush pillows and warm sheets embrace your body with a comforting touch, smelling familiarly of home. Sinking into it is nothing short of comfort. In a bed, you can shed all worries and aches away like another skin, all pretenses and masks slip away just for the night in the privacy of underneath the covers. If there is any refuge more dependable than a bed, well, you have yet found it. It is the ease that they bring is what makes a bed irreplaceable, yet it is this statement that makes a bed worth beyond its price: beds are a carrier of memories.

That fact used to comfort you. When you think of your bed, you think of waking up and the first thing that greets your eyes is snow white hair. You think of the strongest pair of arms cradling your body, shielding you away from the world with a tenderness like no other. In your bed is where whispered confessions and professed desires linger, where the most sacred and intimate gestures occur. In your bed is when those gleaming, most brilliant crossed pupils shine the most, the ones you love staring into. Golden rays would stream through the window and present your lover in the most ethereal glow while she slept with you, and during the night chill is when her warmth is the most tangible, ever present. 

Beds are a funny thing.

Because today you wake up and it is the chilly air that first approaches you on a frosty morning. It is not the morning sun’s gaze that peers through the glass, rather, outside is just the dull gray of winter. You rise from bed and turn to the side, expecting the presence of her besides you. Yet all you find is nothing. It has been like this for many mornings and yet that gnawing, creeping feeling never fails to arise like clockwork. 

It is a weekend. You glance at the clock. By this time, you would be making lunch with her. Yet you feel boneless, paralyzed and unable to move. 

You shiver, goosebumps trailing up your skin. There is no one willing to warm you up, no one to coddle you in their arms, no one to arise to. The fading indent in the pillow tells you so. 

The absence of her leaves you wondering if you had been with a ghost for all this time. And yet her fragrance wafts your nose and your mind tries lying to you that she is here. You think you see her, but when your vision blurs and you blink away the tears she is gone in one instant. All she leaves behind is heartache. What replaces where she should be is a lone stuffed animal, a black and white hare. Stitched into plush's eyes are red crosses, done by you so that it can resemble her.

It sits lifelessly on the covers, so innocently and assertively as if it belongs there. You want to squeeze your hand around its neck, exhaust its life out and replace it with the one who should be there instead. It is a fake that could never hope to imitate her. 

Your implied staring contest with the stuffed hare continues even when you finally unclench your fists. It was a carnival prize. She won this for you. It was on one of your first ever dates with her. She had always joked about being jealous of it for always being in your bed and getting to cuddle you every night. 

You want to ask her if she is jealous now. Or maybe she was not. You do not know which answer would hurt more. 

You grab the plush and chuck it in some direction of the room with all your strength, telling yourself internally to remember throwing it away. (You know you never will).

A soft notification ping enters your ears. Your hand reaches for the night drawer, scouring the surface of it with your fingers before realizing you have not charged it overnight. A pained groan leaves your lips and you go to fumble through your covers to find it. When you finally do, you thumb for your notifications, pupils dilating when the message notification pops up. As your heart skips a beat, you click on it without hesitation, too fast to be able to catch the text sender. 

Disappointment slams into your chest and leaves you winded, unable to grasp the wispy hope that disappears just as quickly as it came. Just your stupid boss. A groan would have left your lips if there was anything more but the numbness that creeps along your chest. Instead you close your phone, burying your face and prickling tears into the privacy of your pillow. Wishing you could have known better, you chide yourself for ever foolishly believing she would look for you once more. 

Her perfume enters your nostrils again, and you curl around the pillow. The pillow is a poor substitute for her body. It lacks the neck that you love to snuggle in, the hair strands that tickle your nose, the arms that would wrap around your form, and the legs that would tangle with yours. Missing is the smooth skin, its scars and marks you love to trace, and its warmth, which usually shields you from the winter chill. Gone is the steady rhythm of the heart you loved listening to, or the gentle carding of your hair, or the chaste kisses that she would dot on your head. 

You think you can not feel even your own heart beating. Maybe when she left, she had taken that too. She leaves, and what is left of you? Nothing. You sleep and lay like a dead person. You want nothing more than to cherish what is left of her, the small fragments of a torn relationship still yet picked up around your home. You close your eyes, the scent of her comforting you, the memories of the two of you swirl around in your head. If you were to never wake up, you would pass just the slightest more content. 

At some point you must have drifted to sleep again, because when you find your phone again, it is already late in the afternoon. Distantly, you feel your stomach growl, but even hunger does very little to the emptiness that overwhelms you. With great effort, you will your boneless body to move, successfully rolling off your bed. Miraculously, you do not trip or fall on your way to the kitchen. 

You glance at the stove and decide you do not even have the strength to lift the pan. Cereal for lunch(? Dinner?) it is. Again. 

You reach for a bowl in your dishrack and find that there are no dishes in there–all of your dishes are in the sink. Right, you have not washed them in days.

…

Peruere was always one to wash them immediately after use. When the two of you first started dating, she would shoot you a glare everytime you did not do it. She argued that it saved much more time doing them then than doing a large pile later. She was always logical like that. You can still hear her voice, but this time, her voice is so much more distant than before. 

The pit in your stomach grows, and you turn away from the sink. 

You reach for your pile of foam bowls and sit down. You rise from your chair again upon the realization you do not have a spoon and resort to digging around in your random takeout crap drawer. Plastic utensils from Peruere’s favorite Chinese place litter there, along with napkins, wooden chopsticks. With them are different sauce packets. Who needs twenty packets of ketchup? Apparently the two of you. 

Just eat your stupid cereal, you reprimand yourself, and you do.  

How you came to this is a mystery. You were in a daze, and it is only when you drop your phone into your abandoned milk when you snap out of it. Expletives fly out of your mouth and you rush for the paper towels to recover your phone. As you are wiping the liquid away, you pause at the image of your phone. 

You were scrolling through your Gallery again. This photo is of you and her, in front of a beautiful Sumeru beach. A vacation. You were beaming brightly and she, of course, dons that damning half-smirk. That same smile she had when she was thinking of something devious, and given her gaze–not at the camera, but at you–you were sure she was. She is breathtaking, beautiful and handsome in all rights, as she had always been, but in the sunlight and in front of golden sand, she is divine. 

She loved that beach. 

You did too.

Maybe you could love it again if sand could fill the hole in your heart.

The bowl and spoon is swiftly thrown into the garbage and you slog back to your bedroom, collapsing into the bed again. Whatever adult responsibilities you have, surely they can wait for another day. 

Something comes over you the moment your body is embraced into the covers. Maybe it is in your one true space of safety you are possessed, emboldened as you open the Messages app. She is still the first contact, even though the last message was sent weeks ago.

Just 8 letters. 

I love you. 

I miss you.

Read. 

[oppysbabydoll]

ok, follow me. In Animated Optimus asks how babies are made and looks HELLA shocked after getting an answer. But what if, and hear me out, he's so mystified by how humans can just CREATE NEW LIFE, that he accidentally develops a breeding kink. When he lands an afab partner, even if he's pretty sure they can't make a sparkling together, he's so enamored by the idea that it just comes out one time in the middle of bedroom activities. >3>

anon… ily <3 while i don’t personally have a breeding kink, this is such a fun idea! honestly from a scientific standpoint, pregnancy is such a fascinating subject & i love learning about it <3 to have it be a kink is funny to me but sweet in a way. especially since pregnancy is far from easy. here’s what i have. i sincerely hope you enjoy :) i put a lot of effort into it

optimus prime (tfa) x reader: breeding kink (nsfw)

before we begin: as afab is a term reserved for intersex, i won’t be using it. plus, not everyone that has a vagina is necessarily going to be able to give birth either. infertility and other medical conditions are very much a thing. so for this ask, i’ll be avoiding referring to the reader’s gender. hope that’s okay!

since learning about HOW humans are born from sari, optimus is… fascinated. cybertronians rarely have sparklings—or kids, as humans call it. how transformers are born changes from iteration from iteration, but based on optimus’ question, we can assume fragging does NOT lead to kids

yet despite this, whenever he’s doing you or vise versa, his mind tends to wander. thinking, yearning, hoping. and he gets so so excited at the prospect, of giving birth, that his horns honk. typically, you write it off as him being aroused during sex but when optimus lets the phrase, “impregnate me,” that gave you pause, stopping your thrusts, he lets out a whine, needy. you don’t continue

“w—why did you stop?” optimus’ engines let out a groan. ‘i want more’ is left unsaid. and normally, you’d indulge him. but your mind is too wrapped up in what he said that you have to ask—

“did you just say you want to be pregnant?”

he stops, engines spluttering off. despite all the fluids surrounding his spike, his modesty panels closes shut. he gapes at you, clearly caught off guard. “i—well—er,”he starts. he keeps on making noises, his engine starting but failing to fully be on. “uhm,” he continues. you touch his dorsal amour for a moment. it’s ridiculously warm; you had to pull away before it burns. “uh…” he says intelligently. god.

“optimus,” you start. immediately, he looks at you, still gaping. you need to kiss his mouth shut. “are…” you bit your lips, unable to find a better way to phrase the next sentence out of our mouth, “are you aroused from wanting to be pregnant?”

if optimus was red before, he’s practically lava colored now. he doesn’t respond, too embarrassed to say a word. but his silence is an answer in it of itself. you resists the urge to smirk, instead inching closer. you give a smile, smoothing it to hide your amusement. “i don’t think i can actually impregnate you but…” you lean in. “i can do you till you feel you are.”

he sucks in his breath. shivers in anticipation. “okay,” he says breathlessly. he looks at you eagerly, desperately, for your touch. “okay. works with me.”

you fuck him senseless, filling him with false spikes so it feels like he’s carrying. he looks so aroused when pretending to be impregnated then you can’t help but moan at the display. the two of you are having the time of your lives. you don’t ever impregnate him that way but when you and him ask ratchet and other researchers for scientific procedures to create a baby… let’s just say optimus ends up carrying <3 either way, you’re glad that you discovered a fun kink between you two. optimus may want more though hehe

[voxslays]

Pspspsps; not sure if you take requests... But if you do, can you write like. Vox pining and having a mega crush on the reader? However, the reader is taken. so Vox keeps seeing all the sweet, adorable things they do for their partner and is like 'why can't that be me? why am I stuck with Valentino goddamn it"

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

It started as a regular day for Vox—dealing with the Vees PR and HR departments, watching his cameras, and making sure the company sailed smoothly. That was until he saw a pretty doll hanging off the Radio Demon’s arm. Who was she? Since when had Alastor ever let anyone get that close to him?

It didn’t matter. Vox had now made it his personal mission to find out more information about you. He spends the day in his monitor room voogling (googling) your name and stalking your social media accounts. He can’t help the rage he feels when he finds out you’re dating Alastor—yet he doesn’t know why he feels that way.

Over the next week, he goes out of his way to bump into you in the street when Alastor is busy with other ‘things.’ At first, Vox was angry that Alastor had chosen you over him—but as he gets to know the kind, funny, and interesting person you are, he can’t find it in his software to hate you. How could he?

He watches the cute and small things you do for Alastor every day. Fetching his morning coffee, helping him cook, placing the daily newspaper on his ‘designated’ chair in the lobby, and slowly falls in love with you for that. Vox can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have such a domestic relationship with you…a relationship that is nothing like the one he has with Valentino…

Vox and Valentino are very off and on—really only being on when Angel won’t talk to Val. Vox has grown tired of being someone’s second choice and feels even worse when he sees you with Alastor. He can’t help but think to himself. ‘Why am I stuck with Val? Why can’t you just love me back?’

HAPPY ENDING ~

Alastor is a very busy (and also self-serving) man. While he does love you, I do think canon!Alastor would chose himself first in most situations. And that’s not even talking about sex. As we all know; Alastor is ace, meaning his sex drive is practically non-existent. Most of the time Alastor doesn’t even care to talk about the subject with you—and the only time you get any action is during his seasonal ruts, and he hates physical touch.

So after a fight with Alastor about how he refuses to show love through physical touch, you conveniently find Vox out on the street and the two of you talk at a local café. Vox lets you rant to him about Alastor and advises you break up with him—which you go back to the hotel and do.

Vox then offers you a job as his assistant, which you eagerly accept. Over the next few months, Vox will do everything in his power to woo you over—not to show off to Alastor (although that is a nice benefit to having you as a partner)—but because he is genuinely in love with you.

In the end, if he is able to pull it off, I think you would both be in a way happier relationship.

A/N: sorry if this is kinda bad…I haven’t posted in a bit because I was redoing all of my masterlists lol. I might one day turn this into a full fic, but for now I hope headcannons are okay. Thank you! <3

[lucygraysboy]

“of course, i will, lucy gray.” there’s something so childlike and heartbreaking about her constant disbelief, this need for reassurance that he just wants to do something for her out of the goodness of his heart and not because he’s trying to gain her trust and lure her into a trap. “and i’ll be as gentle as i can be. i won’t tear a single ruffle. promise.” his hands might be calloused and rough most of the time, but around her and her possessions, he turns soft. delicate. even now, he’s touching her as though she was made of glass and could break if he as much as breathed near her. “think we got most of the tangles out. let me just grab that brush.” he gets up, wiping his hands on his pants and gathering the sticks that are still laying on the bed near reva blue. he hopes to make her laugh and throws his forearm over his eyes on his way back to her, walking funny and pretending to stumble a few times before plopping down in the chair. “i ain’t lookin’. i wasn’t lookin’,” he announces, not that he could see anything even if he was some creep and wanted to take a peek. “some unique covey we are. a birdie, a giant and miss reva blue the amputee.” he loves the sound of her laugh so very much. he just wants her to keep laughing like this. “feels all wrong, like i’ll be pryin’ into your private thoughts and all that. i’d rather you show ‘em to me when you feel like it.” feels less illegal that way. 

“he wasn’t an awful child, you know? back when our ma was alive, before the war… we had our differences, coriolanus and i, but he wasn’t evil. he didn’t go ‘round settin’ houses on fire or torturin’ other people’s pets. he wasn’t even a bad big brother, believe it or not. yeah, he always corrected and lectured me when i’d call our grandmother ‘granny’ or ‘nan’, and rolled his eyes when i said ‘ma’, but… when we had nothin’ to eat, he always shared with me what little he scavenged. that’s why i don’t think he was born evil. that’s why it’s so hard for me to understand why he first gave you our mother’s scarf, it must have been so precious to him, and then pointed a gun at you. the person you’re describin’, killin’ people and lyin’… that’s our father. not coriolanus.” but it’s been a while since the last time he spoke to his brother. things have changed. clearly. analyzing his words, billy quickly adds, “i’m not sayin’ that i don’t believe you, lucy gray. i believe your every word. but he really wasn’t a terrible child, that’s all i’m sayin’. annoyin’? yeah. evil? i don’t think so.” for a moment, the same exact thoughts come to billy, making him wonder what he would do if he had to choose between his brother and this girl. he’s never shot a man, let alone his own blood. but he would stop at nothing to protect her so… god, it’s making him nauseous. “three people?” he won’t ask for names, but it sends shivers down his spine. would their father murder their mother if she became a threat to his success? probably… “i once read a poem and there was this line, something like, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. how you shouldn’t dwell on things that didn’t happen,” he pauses, gently brushing her hair with the makeshift brush, “but could have been. but how can we not, right? maybe he’ll come to his senses one day.” though, there’s a part of billy that sincerely doubts that.

“it’s crazy how similar he is to our father. once you got on our father’s bad side, there was no goin’ back to bein’ friends with him.” but coriolanus didn’t just inherit their father’s genes. what about the parts that he got from their mother? he doesn’t know how to feel about any of this. all he knows is that he feels sorry for lucy gray. she’s been through hell and back. “i think it’s too late for that. i’m already involved. i don’t want to look away or hide under the bed if something bad happens.” she told him that he could be part of her covey. it’s not like he’ll just walk out the door and pretend not to know her if someone finds them. “i won’t leave your side. i’ll always keep you safe.” as she turns to look at him, he uses the back of his fingers to gently stroke her cheek, a sweet smile dancing on his lips. “the unknown is the worst thing, but we have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst. that’s how we outsmart anyone. we need a plan for every situation. and we need to trust each other. but if i’m being honest… i don’t see him comin’ back here to try and find you. i mean, can you picture that? coriolanus willingly wandering out into the wilderness to look for the girl he most likely shot dead months ago?”  

“once we’re done here, i’ll wash it and it’ll be as good as new,” he promises, knowing how much sentimental value the dress has. fingertips absently stroking her hair, not even trying to brush it anymore, just trying to make her feel good and help her relax. “i haven’t, by the way. gone through your songbook, i mean.” in case she’s wondering. she gave him permission to do so last night, but it seemed too personal, too invasive. “thank you, lucy gray.” it’s been a while since someone complimented his heart. people often admire what’s on the outside — his blue eyes and dark curls, his nose or cheekbones. she’s one of a very few who seem to care more about what’s underneath. “it means the world to me. i won’t let you down, i swear it.” scooping up a handful of water, he carefully pours it over her back to ensure she stays warm. “so are you, little bird. you’re very smart, too. way smarter than me.” she wouldn’t be here with him if she wasn’t highly intelligent. she wouldn’t have escaped coriolanus. which is still such a strange thought… “oh, yeah?” thankful for the distraction, he lets out another laugh. “never noticed you were also bird-sized and i was horse-sized,” he counters, getting to see her sense of humor for the first time and letting it bewitch him. he adores this side of her, but it has him wondering if this is the girl that she used to be — full of sassy remarks and giggles and sweetness. maybe she’ll be that girl again one day.

“i see…” billy hums, nodding his head even if she can’t really see him. he quickly picks up on what she’s implying, putting two and two together. the stories that she told him last night… “you don’t think my brother was born with a good heart, is that what you’re sayin’?” as children, they were like daylight and dark. polar opposites. but can he call that little boy evil? sure, they’d had their differences, but he wasn’t bad to the bone. he didn’t chase stray cats around the neighborhood or rip the wings off flies. “i’m not sure if i agree. maybe the capitol and our grandmother did that to him.” or maybe he was born with evil already inside him and it just came to light later in life. who knows? “i’m not defendin’ him, just thinkin’ out loud,” he says quickly when lucy gray’s head snaps around, looking at him with something that he can’t quite name or understand. it has him wondering if he’s said something wrong. a small, uncertain smile remains plastered to his visage, his own heart picking up pace. “did i —” say something wrong? but before he can get the words out, she’s speaking up again and he’s falling silent. gesturing for her to carry on.

“you planted a snake to scare him away and slow him down?” dark brows lifting, impressed and wary in equal measure. what if she still thinks he’s coriolanus? will he wake up with a snake under his pillow one morning? and lucy gray nowhere to be found? the idea has his heart missing a beat, chest constricting. but if she wanted to run, she would have done that while he was out by the creek. “i didn’t know ‘bout that. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to bring back any bad memories with that story.” features softening, understanding her reaction better now. amusement fills his eyes, and he can’t help but think it’s such a badass move, setting a snake trap. “oh, i bet he thought it was venomous. what does he know ‘bout snakes? nothin’. i think that was a smart move. risky but smart. and it served its purpose, right?” it’s scary to think that his own twin brother was trying to hunt her down, shot at her, but then he thinks about their father, the kind of person he was… and it’s not so surprising anymore. “you think he would have hurt you anyway? if you came back to him instead of runnin’ away and plantin’ that snake?” is his brother truly as ruthless and heartless as their father? his heart aches for lucy gray, but for coriolanus, too. it must be awful, living that way, filled with hatred. “mhm, yeah. it’s just a silly story, but the moral is very accurate, i think. if you go through life with hatred festering in your heart, you’ll never be happy. but if you learn how to forgive and focus on healing from the bad experiences, you’ll be alright.” as if reading her thoughts, he adds, “he won’t ever find you, lucy gray. reva blue and i won’t allow it. we will always protect you. i will protect you.”