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[freakurodani]

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anon u r so right also i made it to the store!

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

[winter-is-lost]

TRANSFORMERS : MTMTE

Rodimus x Cybertronian! Reader

Y/n = Your name

Y/f/c = Your frame colour

Warnings : I'm honestly gonna stop adding these 'warnings' cause trust me even I have absolutely no idea how it's gonna turn out. But I hope I can do well and hopefully, it turns out good. :)

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《 Reader's P.O.V.》

Betrayed...Tired..Exhausted...No. All this felt like an understatement.

..I was done..

My autobot badge, that I once wore with such pride and joy had long since lost it's shine, now rundown and broken, covered with my energon. One could only imagine how it still managed to hold on to me. Then again, I wasn't in a good shape either now, was I? No. I had managed to snag a ship and barely escaped.. My ship crashlanded on some random planet. I didn't care which as long as it was away from there.

Pulling myself out of the wreckage of my ship I proceeded to make my way towards an urban inhabited area. I struggled to maintain my balance, stumbling here and there before my body eventually gives up making me fall like an asteroid. I place my hands near me, trying to push myself off the ground.

A futile attempt...

..What's the use anyway..It's not like I have any place to go to...any one to return to..what does it matter..

I lay there on the ground. Bright red warning signs flashing infront of my sight. It was happening...Is this how I was gonna go...

I laid there for God knows how long before I heard the sounds of pedesteps rushing in my direction before coming to a stop near me.

I felt someone placing a servo on my shoulder plate and shaking it gently, as if in fear of causing any further harm to my already damaged body.

"-eed a doctor. You los-"...barely being able to listen, I somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the bot...Orange..with..with glasses.

"-be ok. Just..just hang in ther-"

That was the last thing I could make out before my optics offlined...

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{ years later }

"-so, I think it would be a nice experience for us to go." Rung turned away from his datapads to look up at me with a soft smile gracing his faceplates.

We were both preparing for the journey we were to take part in. Rung informed me yesterday of a mech designated Broadi..no wait - Daud..no,no..YEAH! Rung informed me yesterday of a mech by the designation Rodimus who had proposed a journey across space in order to find the Knights of Cybertron.

Unsurprisingly, Rung wanted to leave on this journey too. Of course, not because of finding the Knights or anything, but because of his love for space ships and the journeys they bring.

I mean, it was pretty obvious to me as I was placing his models of the ark ships into a box so it would be easier to carry while he was making sure he handled all the data and knowledge of his clients properly before leaving.

"Yeah, you're right. It does seem like it's gonna be fun, so why not." I reply as I place another one of the models into the box.

It was kinda true. I was actually going along because of him.

You see, after the war has just barely ended mostly everyone knows how to fight. Then, there's Rung. Now, I don't mean to sound like I'm berating him but he just...he can't fight..he doesn't even have the build most average mechs have. On top of that, he's kind-hearted and a gentlemech, which is nice but makes it all the more easier for someone to harm him.

People are willing to use others for their own benefit, to achieve their goals, even the ones you know for the longest of time, trust me, I'd know...and that's where I come in. I make sure to keep him out of harm's way to the best of my abilities, he's someone that I care for and respect like a..a..what was the organic term for it...a brother, yup, like a brother. The universe needs more good people like him.

Besides...he did save me all those years back, so God forbid if I let anything happen to him. Of course, he doesn't know that..or maybe he does but just pretends that he doesn't, but let me tell you, aside from physical *ahem violent* confrontations, he can handle himself just fine - the guy's been aboard all the Ark ships, that's gotta mean something right.

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"NEXT!"

Finally. After standing in the long line of passengers waiting to board the Lost Light for what seemed like a thousand cycles. It was finally our turn. Rung and I made our way towards the 'Head of Security' for one final inspection before being allowed aboard the ship. Since I was Rung's assisstant, sort of, I remember this guy, he was Rung's client for a couple of centuries. His name was..Red Alert, I think.

"ONE HUNDRED MILLION! That's an impressive serial code,..Er.." Red Alert looks up at Rung with a suprised expression plastered across his face plates. I clench my dentas together in an attempt to hold my laughter.

After everything and everyone was on board and with our ship Quantum jumping God knows where.

Everyone was called by Rodimus, the ship's captain for a debriefing about the current events. I didn't hear much because I don't know why but there was something about this guy...something familiar...weird because I don't remember seeing him before.

The longer I looked at him, that feeling of familiarity turned into a slight feeling of unknown dread settling itself into my fuel tanks.

The debriefing was done and everyone around me was leaving to handle the task at hand, just as I was going to leave as well, I ended up making eye contact with Rodimus.

That feeling of dread and slight anger mixed with some sadness came back to me as I stood there frozen in my spot. I could tell he felt something too just by the way his optics widened and his jaw hung open. As if something unexpected had happened. As if someone you had once lost to the realm of death had come back...

I saw his mouth move slightly, as if trying to whisper out a name. MY name..?..

"..Y/n." I was brought back from my trance when I felt a servo touch my shoulder. Looking down at the owner of the hand, I was quite relieved to see Rung looking back up at me with concern evident across his faceplates. "What's wrong Y/n?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," I give a small smile to reassure him. I decided not to worry him about something like this, afterall, it could just be a side effect from that faulty quantum leap.

《 Rodimus' P.O.V. 》

There had a been a breach in the hull caused by the sudden quantum leap. We had 40 crew mates drifting across space that we had to save. We NEEDED to save. No way am I gonna leave MY crew behind.....Not this time.

After giving everyone a brief idea of what had happened and what needed to be done. I was preparing to leave for the mission - gathering back the 40 lost crew members, when my optics landed on a familiar Y/f/c bot. Is that...No. It can't be. Nope. Not real. She/he isn't real...is she/he?

She/he turned her/his helm in my direction and our optics met....it was her/him...But how..I..I thought she/he had...I thought she/he had died when our team was attacked back on Ki-Aleta...

But she/he was here, right here, on my ship, right in front of me...

I wanted to call out to her/him, but before I could I noticed a slightly smaller mech with an orange frame and slim built approach her/him. Their interactions reminded me of how we used to be like this back in the day. She/he was always there to lighten up the entire team even at the darkest times, no matter how tough or impossible a mission would seem, she/he never gave up. She/he always had our backs..My back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something more for her/him. I thought I had lost her/him back on Ki-Aleta. She's/he's here..I need to talk to her/him..

As I look back to see her/him and the orange mech making their way back to their quarters, I push back my thoughts of her/him and attempt to focus on current mission.

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{ A time skip to when the Lost Lighters found a sparkeater aboard the ship, brought to you by Rung's adorable noodle arms }

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《 Reader's P.O.V. 》

As I was sitting on the edge of the bridge in the Oil reservoir I couldn't help but let my thoughts run back to that Rodimus guy and this dreadful feeling of familiarity. He did remind me of someone though... Someone I'd rather forget about. His optics, I had a feeling like I'd seen them before, but I hadn't even met this guy...right?..

Though I was getting kinda suspicious of him being someone from my past. The similarity between the names. The way he had addressed the crew, the way he spoke, even his colour scheme was similar...so similar to an old friend..one that I was close to, one that I loved, one that I trusted....all just to see him leave me behind admist the enemy and the dead bodies of our team mates.

I had hoped that he would return, he might have just gone to get help. How silly...

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of emergency sirens going off. As I made my way out of the ship's oil reservoir, a voice on the hallway's comm informed everyone of a little inconvenience that had occured and advised everyone to find a room and lock themselves in for a short while...for safety reasons...

Just turning around the corner and witnessing the dead body of a crew member I sadly did not remember the name of, was enough to convince me that this was more than just a 'little inconvenience'. Approaching the dead body I did what any rational bot would do,

I poked it.

I flipped the dead body over and instantly wished I hadn't. This guy wasn't just plain old dead, he was completely sliced up. His brain module had been torn out, his chasis was ripped apart...But what horrified me the most was his damaged spark chamber. It was as if..as if something had clawed it's way through.

I nearly jumped when I heard the sound of the elevator door opening in the distance, followed by the sounds of rushing pedesteps. Leaning from behind the corner I saw Rung running down the hall with a blue bot, Skids as I remember, seconds later a Sparkeater running after them.

Wait..

.

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A SPARKEATER?!

I moved out into the hallway and saw an elevator with the door ripped open. Inside there was a yellow and blue bot with a briefcase strapped to his arm looking back up at me from his place near the far back corner of the elevator, obviously terrified. Suddenly it hit me, there was a sparkeater on the loose...right now after Rung...

I turned around and tore down the hallway to where I saw them going. The Engine room, that's where I found them.

My eyes landed on the Sparkeater as it was rushing towards..towards..RUNG who was being held in place by Rodimus?!

Infuriated was an understatement. I was beyond that. HOW DARE HE?!

"NOOOO!!" I dashed towards them but before I could reach I felt someone stop me and hold me back in place as I continued to kick and move out of there grasp.

I had to do something. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to Rung. I couldn't.

Not only had he saved me, he was my closest friend. I couldn't just sit back and watch him die, I couldn't just not do anything. I couldn't LEAVE MY FRIEND.

Then I saw it, admist it all, the resemblance, the similarity. It was him..It was him all along...Hot Rod...and he was still ready to give up someone else to save himself.

I glared at Rodimus as he held Rung in place despite hearing him protest. HOW CAN HE DO THAT TO A CREW MATE?!

I kicked myself free from my captor but ended up getting hit behind the helm by someone. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Rung being shoved to the side.

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When my optics onlined I came to realize that I was laying on a metal berth probably in the medical bay.

Slowly getting up I placed a servo behind my helm where I was hit.

"You're up early."

I snapped my helm towards the source of the sound, clearly not expecting anyone to be there before.

When my optics landed on the all-too-familiar flame design. "You..." I glared at him.I clenched my servos and through gritted dentae I tried to control my anger. "Where is he .?.."

"..I'm righ-"

"Not YOU. Where is RUNG!?" The scowl on my face probably showed him that I was not in the mood to joke around.

*sigh* "He's fine. He's in his

habsuite."

I nodded my helm slightly in acknowledgement.

He managed a small smile, "Your

new friend was quite stubborn.

He refused to leave and wanted

to stay in case you woke up.

Ratchet sent him to his habsuite."

My 'new friend'.?...

"Yup, he's like that. Doesn't like leaving his friends behind." I remarked, putting a subtle emphasis on 'leaving' and 'friends'.

His smile faltered as he turned his gaze away from me before he stared at me again, this time there was a sad look in his optics which almost made me soften before I remembered all he had done both to me as Hot Rod and to Rung as Rodimus and I hardened my glare further.

"I..I'm sorry Y/n. I kno-"

"What for? Letting others die? Prioritizing a stupid oracle over the lives of our friends? Abandoning us just to save yourself? Leaving me behind in Ki-Aleta between the enemy fires and the dead bodies of our fallen team mates?" Speaking those words it came back to me, all the pain, the hopelessness, the anger, the sadness..the betrayal...

"For all of them Y/n. I'm sorry.

I regret leaving you like that

but I had to do it."

I let out a dry chuckle at that,"Of course you had to."

"I was under strict orders Y/n.

Orders the rest of you didn't

know about."

"So?.. I thought we were a team. Do you realize if only you had informed us of these 'strict orders' before, we would have gone there better prepared. GIZMO AND DOWNLOAD WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" I felt my voice waver at the mention of our long dead team mates.

"Y/n-"

"SAVE IT HOT ROD! Even when you had a chance, you chose to save yourself. When you left us..left ME behind, Rod, I was in denial. I still believed like a fool that you would come back. You'd be there. You wouldn't just abandon us like that. I kept hoping that you'll be back.....but I could only keep hoping so much. One day I realizd you weren't coming back. That was the day I realized we were all just acceptable losses to you, just collateral damage.."

I placed a servo across my optics to hide the Lubricants threatening to leave them, "..And to think I loved you..Trusted you with my life.."

"Y/n..Look, I know what I did was

wrong, but like I said, I was under

the strictest of orders.." He paused,

probably to see if I would interrupt

him or not, before speaking again, "I should've told all of you. I thought if I did then it would complicate the mission too much. But now, seeing how things turned out for all of us, it would have been better if I had."

"Rod..sto-"

"I went back."

I removed the servo covering my optics and looked at him. Instead of anger, there was slight shock mixed with sadness in them as I processed what he just said.."Huh..?.."

"I went back for you. All of you. I couldn't find anyone except Dealer. I thought you had died Y/n and it was my fault. I spent so many sleepless nights wondering all the different ways I could have saved you, all the different 'what ifs'. I was frustrated and angry at myself for letting you suffer that fate."

He reached his servo out for mine, holding it gently, softly as if I would break.

"I know..It's not much use saying sorry now. Nothing I say can ever excuse my actions, but please Y/n. Give me a chance. A chance to make up for all of it. I finally found you after so many eons, after I thought I lost you forever. Even though I know you hate me, just give me one chance to rebuild our trust and all that we had. Just one more chance to make things right. Hmm?"

"Rod.." I looked up at him. I saw the sincerity in his optics. No matter how much I tried, even after all that happened, I still couldn't hate him, my anger was slowly fading, giving way to sadness. The sight of our servos clasped together, drowned me in nostalgia.

"..I could never hate you..*sigh* It may take a while for us to go back to the way we used to be. Rod..I may be able to forgive with time but..but it's gonna be hard to forget.." He gave my servo a small reassuring squeeze. "But I'm willing to take a chance and start over."

I looked at him and saw relief mixed with happiness in his optics.

"I'll never abandon you..never again."

A small but genuine smile spread across my faceplates as I felt my spark warm up. The feelings for him, I had once buried within me started to resurface, slow yet steady.

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Aightttttt peeps so that was it with this one-shot. I hope you had fun reading this (I know it was kinda long and maybbbbe sort of all over the place, sooooo thank youuuuu for bearing all that.)

I'm open to all advices and suggestions, so please feel free to speak your mind on how I can improve.

Have a good day everyone~

[endless-whump]

Milo: Panic

CW: Dissoci@tion, flashbacks, panic attack, ptsd, car crash, 

Masterlist

This takes place post captivity.  Was gonna wait to start writing this until I got the rescue finished, but my brain had other plans and fuck writing chronologically amiright

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Nick had just stepped away for five seconds, just to ask an employee something.  Milo leaned against their cart, observing the isle of cereals.  He stepped up to the shelf, almost bumping into a woman as she walked past.  She took one look at him and seemed to be starting an apology when she caught sight of his hands, and Milo could see the shift of expression

“Whoa...oh, sorry.”She’d choked out, staring as Milo reached out to grab a box off the shelf. “I just- are your hands ok?  I can get that for you. What happened to them?”

The onslaught of questions stunned Milo, sending him taking a step back as the woman reached out and grabbedhis hand, pulling it towards her and observing the lines of still healing scarring.

“I, um, sorry...um...can you-”

“I bet you work in a trade,” She interrupted.  “I know how machinery can be...oh dear, these are bad.”

Milo shuddered at the touch, trying to pull his hand away but seeming to be stuck in place.  His eyes were wide as she looked over the marks curiously, oblivious to Milo’s distress.

“I can recommend healing cream for that, sweetheart, my husband had a surgery and-”

“The hell do you think you’re doing?”

Nick pushed himself between them, and the burning contact was gone. Milo blinked, stumbled back a little.

“I was having a lovely chat with this young man, I was just getting around to recommending some-”

“He doesn’t like to be touched, and we’re not interested. Milo, lets go.”

There was touch again, but it was Nick this time so Milo didn’t mind, and he was quickly pulled from the isle.  His mind gradually went more and more blank as they checked out, Nick glancing at Milo every once in a while to make sure he was ok while he loaded everything up.

Milo was dead silent as Nick maneuvered him out of the store, muttering under his breath as he hurried to shove the food in the trunk and get his partner into the car.

Milo pulled his sleeves over his hands, curling up in the passenger seat as Nick clicked his seatbelt, putting the car in reverse to pull out of the parking lot.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean any harm but...what the hell.  That was bullshit,”  Nick murmured, irritation lacing his voice.  “The nerve some people have... Need to get home and deal with this.”

Milo knew ‘this’ meant him.  Nick knew he wasn’t going to reach Milo, not here in public where everything still felt so uncertain and dangerous and unpredictable.  Nick knew they needed to get home, where he could sit Milo down on the couch with some music and hold him and tell him everything would be alright.

Nick knew he couldn’t pull Milo back from here.  He’d seen him unresponsive like this enough times to know that the first step he needed to take was getting them home, getting them to an environment Milo registered as safe and nonthreatening. Only then would he hesitantly come back, the glazed over, blank look in his eyes fading in exchange for a fearful and mildly confused one.  From there they could build to feeling safe again.

All of these were thoughts that drifted in the back of Milo’s mind as he laid his head against the window, letting his mind drift. Drifting was safe, drifting let the pain fade and recede to a faint hum he let himself not focus on.

He wasn’t sure how long he let his mind stay like that, only paying attention to the feeling of the car moving and Nick talking, mostly to himself.  It helped when he talked, though Milo didn’t respond.  He was almost always listening, even if nothing he said actually stuck.

Things like that helped, alleviated that deep, empty feeling, but nothing besides time could ever seem to truly shake it.  Hiding his hands didn’t change the fact that they still felt like they were burning, the unfamiliar touch sending him reeling.

“People these days...what the hell-”

There was a screech of tires as the car jerked to a stop, and it was enough to have Milo glance up.  

“What the fuck, what the fuck, does this dude not see us? Slow the-”

Milo barely had time to react as another car turned the corner and slammed right into them, hitting the passenger side with an awful crunch, a strangled yell sounding beside him before everything went quiet.

Milo was stunned, staring at the shattered glass of the windshield.  Everything was dead silent yet at the same time so loud, his ears ringing enough to deafen everything else.  The smell of smoke and gasoline was one of the first senses to register, everything coming back slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece.

The second thing he noticed was that it was getting harder to breathe.

He coughed, choking on something thick and coppery tasting as it rose in the back of his throat.  He couldn’t breathe, he was getting taken again it was happening all over again he was gonna get-

“Milo?”

Nick’s voice snapped Milo back to the present, and he tried to turn his head.  There was a hand on his cheek, a blurred face in front of him.  He couldn’t move metal pinning him on the inside of the car.

Milo groaned in pain, trying to move his arms.  He was so cold, this was just like that night. There wasn’t any rain, but he could practically hear it, could feel the hands dragging him from the car.  He couldn’t breathe, he was back and he was going to get taken again and he couldn’t breathe-

“Milo, oh my god are you ok?

Fuck,it was hard to breathe.  Nick was struggling to get free from his seatbelt, blood running down his face. Nick was hurt, why was Nick here?  He was gone, nobody was coming from him and nobody would ever find him… Nick wasn’t supposed to be here.

He whimpered, head falling to the side.  There was blood..Nick was bleeding...no.  

This was his blood.  

There was so much blood, it was cold but his side was warm, red staining his grey hoodie where there was something...sticking out?

He coughed again, pain flaring up in his side where there was metal cutting into him, pinning him in the car.  There were panicked voices around him, a hand grabbing onto him, but he couldn’t seem to register any of it.  It was all so familiar but different at the same time, but either way it terrified him to his core.

“-eed you to focus on me, Milo.  Milo- oh my god, there's so much...Milo can you hear me?”

It was Nick again...Nick wasn’t supposed to be here. He was in Milo’s line of view now, hands on either side of his face.  Deep green eyes stared into his, filled with panic and worry.

“N...Nick?” Milo whispered, leaning into the touch.  He wheezed as his chest fought to expand, chills wracking his body.

“Nick... m-m’cold, I...I cant...I can’t...”

“I, I know, Milo, help’s on the way.  Stay awake for me, ok?”

He groaned in pain and tried to pull away as there was pressure applied to his side.  Nick had taken his hoodie and bundled it up, pressing it to the bleeding wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

Everything was spinning again, and he just wanted to let his mind go away again but the pain was too strong, he couldn’t let himself go unfocused anymore.

“P-Please, please Milo, I’m right here, look at me,”

He whimpered when more pressure was applied to the wound, and he moved to try and push Nick’s hands off.

“Hey, n-need you to let me...let me stop the bleeding, Milo.” Nick murmured, breathing hard. Milo tried again but failed to relieve the painful pressure, tears streaming down his face.

There were more voices, a kiss pressed against his head before there was an angry shout, and then Nick was pulled away.

He was alone again, choking on his own blood and feeling like he was drowning as he just got colder and colder, but it was easier to drift now. Cold was more familiar than this sharp pain.

Then, all at once it seemed, it turned from cold to burning, agonizing hot.  The passenger was pulled open and there were more hands on him, but they were unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar was dangerous

Milo fought back, pushing weakly against the people pulling him from the car.  It was Samuel all over again, it was dark and he was being dragged across the ground. He gagged at the stench of blood as his side bled profusely, even with the agonizing pressure being held.

“-eed you to stop, Milo,”

He needed to get out, he needed to get free.  He was so closeto being free.  Maybe if he fought back harder this time, or if he did something different-

There was something being tightened down around his wrists and arms...restraints.  He was laying flat now, being restrained as people held him down and kept that awful, sharp pressure.

No, nono no, he couldn’t let them tie him down again.  No matter how much he twisted and struggled he couldn’t manage to get free, panic taking hold over his mind.  The fingers running through his hair, meant to be reassuring, felt like possessiveness and a threat in this state.

The panic took hold and stayed, even as there was a pinch in his inner arm and things started to go quieter, started to go darker.  His senses felt muffled, like there was a buffer put between him and everything else.  Everything started to fade, even the voices and the lights and the touch and the pain and everything,

Everything except the panic.

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[furidojasutin]

Title: Challenge

Pairings: Frevy (Freed x Levy), Nalu (Natsu x Lucy

Universe: Canon

Rating: T (for suggestive themes)

a/n: A really spontaneous idea and I just had to write it out before sleep. Also I gotta fight my damn writer’s block that I’ve been having for so long. This has totally been written for @rougescribe btw! B) I hope this is something for you to enjoy once you wake up again hehe.

Levy bit her lower lip the same way Freed perceived as enticing. Quite frankly, it was absolutely unnecessary to try and get some sneaky good looks at her boyfriend after what they had done not long ago. She didn't need to hide it. He was standing there, naked, while she was still lying in bed covered by the blanket and her eyes just happened to wander.

It wasn't her fault that he had a nice butt, and a nice backside in general. Actually, she shouldn't start thinking about this again because she knew she'd end up just swooning over every part of him and her small grin widened. “I mean, I'm not complaining about the sight but I really didn't think that you would get up.“

Freed was still facing away from her as he grabbed his boxer shorts to put them back on but he was giving a silent smirk at her words. “You dared me to open the door, and you know that I cannot ignore a dare from you.“

“Because you're a sore loser.“

The rune mage huffed. “Don't get too cheeky now, Miss McGarden.“

“You know it's true,“ Levy grinned wider, a small chuckle following as she sat up. 

Freed quickly slid his dress shirt over his shoulders but let it remain unbuttoned. His hair was still in a pony tail but due to their previous bedroom activities it looked messy, many stray strands of hair sticking out.

When Freed turned around he looked her over, her loose hair even messier than his. She looked spent but at the same time her eyes were filled with joy and challenge, and he loved this look on her.

Noticing that she was holding up the blanket to cover herself, one edge of his mouth twitched. “That was the main course. We didn't have dessert yet. But we will have once whoever is demanding my attention is gone again.“

He had already turned around and put on a pokerface when a pleasant blush rose to Levy's cheeks. Freed knew how bashful she could still sometimes get even after intense intimacy, and he absolutely adored both sides of her – the side that was dominated by her confidence and teasing intellect and the side that got her those rosy cheeks and made her so much fun to mercilessly tease.

The script mage cupped her own face and then ran her hand through her hair before shifting so her feet dangled from the bed. He had gotten her with that but she too loved their banters as they felt so natural. Honest to god, she really couldn't complain about his implication either. She was exhausted, but in the most positive way that existed, and she bit her bottom lip again by the mere imagination of anything else their day off still had in store for them.

Meanwhile, Freed had made it to the door to see who was there and he realized what kind of impression he could possibly give when answering the bell like this. This is the reason why her dare was a dare after all.

So with his messy pony tail, his unbuttoned shirt and his boxer shorts he opened the door. It was safe to say that he was a little surprised to see Natsu and Lucy standing there.

“Hello Fr---eed,“ Lucy's cheerful voice dropped a little when her eyes obviously scanned his entire appearance. It had taken her off guard too much to see him like this.

Natsu seemed to care less because he just shot Freed one of his usual grins and waved. “Yho!“

“Good afternoon, you two.“ Alright, so this was an uncommon situation. But the Raijinshuu's captain would be lying if he said that he wasn't a little bit amused about Lucy's reaction. At this point he just knew little that she might have more info about the cause of his state already. “What brings you here?“

“Um-,“ Lucy began, her eyes meeting Freed's again. She briefly raised her hands to reveal a thick book in her grasp, then she gave a small sheepish chuckle. “I wanted to return this book I borrowed from Levy. She told me that she'll be with you the whole day so I thought that I could drop it off here since Natsu and I were near by and-“

Oh. Oh.

Freed blinked once as he processed the situation. His appearance might be more revealing than he had initially thought and he ended up clearing his throat. “I see, well-“

“So is, uh, Levy with you still?“

Again Freed blinked. But then the pokerface he had (kinda) managed to keep changed a little, eyes glinting. And he shouted. “Levy, you have visitors! It's important, come here quickly!“

There was no way she wouldn't hear. And thanks to his implication earlier he didn't think that she was anywhere near dressed up again. It made him smirk inwardly.

“She'll be here in a moment.“

“Great!“ Natsu grinned and was the first to step inside when Freed made a hand gesture to invite them in. Lucy followed and thanked Freed, her surprise still not fully seeped out of her face.

But it got even more awkward when Levy appeared.

Freed stood there with crossed arms and shot his girlfriend a very knowing and challenging look when she entered the room, her small body covered by one of his t-shirts only to cover most of her body as it was much larger than her own. She must have grabbed it quickly.

Levy returned his look but her gleaming cheeks were a feast.

“Lu, it's you- Hi!“ She grinned but scratched the back of her head as she came to stand next to her boyfriend.

Lucy gazed for a moment. She couldn't believe that she had possibly just run into her best friend and her boyfriend making love. Or perhaps they had been done already. Or she was overthinking things.

Yep, overthinking!

“Hey! I just wanted to drop off the book you borrowed me.“

“Oh! Thanks, Lu-chan!“ Levy smiled and took the book from her, hugging it to her chest. She didn't dare to look at Freed right now.

Even Natsu's expression had changed for a single moment but he was grinning again now. “Yho, Levy!“

Lucy really didn't know how he was doing this.

“Lucy's been swoonin' over this book the entire time. She ignored me for it!“

“I can't pay attention to you every single second!“ Lucy puffed out her cheeks.

“Ya should!“ Natsu cackled before looking at Freed and Levy again. “Sorry for burstin' in-“

“You're never sorry for bursting into somebody's room!“ Lucy gently slapped his side, cheeks still puffed out and slightly reddened from the entire situation.

It didn't faze Natsu one bit. “- Lucy would be so angry if somebody interrupted us. She gets all fired up every time, keke!“

The room was silent for a split-second. Somebody dare say that Natsu wasn't perceptive again. Or perhaps his great nose helped in this situation, too.

Then Lucy gave an incoherent sound, cheeks burning harder, and she hit his side again. “NATSU!“

Okay so not only had she walked into her best friend's love life but now her own boyfriend was making suggestive comments about her. Wow. Wow!

Not like she wasn't used to this from him because he had such a loose tongue but-

“Oh my god!“ The celestial mage rubbed her face, then she grabbed Natsu by his arm and dared to look Freed and Levy in the eye. “Bad timing! Okay! We should get going again. See you at the guild tomorrow you two?“ She was already half-dragging Natsu to the door of Freed's house and the sight was hilarious but also oh so lovingly typical.

Freed's subtle smirk was surfacing now and his eyes holding an amused glint. “You have nothing to apologize for. Thank you for the visit.“

“Thanks for bringing back the book, Lu-chan! See you!“ Levy had a crooked smirk on her face as well despite her still slightly flushed cheeks. Natsu basically saved her. Or the two of them. This could have gotten much more awkward if they had been brought more into focus after all.

And who was to blame as well? Her boyfriend who had to call her out of the bedroom while knowing what this would cause. Smug asshole.

When the door fell closed, Levy turned towards him and raised a brow.

Freed arched up a brow in return.

“You know what you did, Sir.“

“Oh? I don't believe I did anything apart from fulfilling the dare,“ he cheekily responded.

“You cheated! I wasn't supposed to join you!“

“I wouldn't call that cheating,“ he gave a hum. “I call that 'twisting the situation to my advantage'.“

“That's just the fancy wording for cheating.“

“Oh no.“

“Yes it is!“ She glared up at him though it was all in good spirits.

He just smirked, self-satisfied. “Who's the sore loser now?“

When she just averted her eyes from him in acted defiance, it only motivated him further to start another game. Or perhaps continue where they left off.

There was still the dessert to get.

Spurred on again, he reached out and gently cupper her right cheek with his palm. His deep voice dropped in volume just a bit to be noticable. “I think I want my shirt back.“

Levy instinctively leaned into his hand. The gesture was so soft but his voice and words suggested otherwise and it motivated her as much as it motivated him.

So she pulled herself away from him, shot him a look, and stepped back a little. “What if I want to keep it? You'll have to get it yourself. I might run away with it.“ She kept walking backwards.

“I have no problem chasing you.“

“I've got stamina,“ Levy responded confidently.

The rune mage gave a single chuckle. Stamina, huh? “Oh I know you do. But I do, too.“

Oh she knew. And perhaps she hadn't just referred to the stamina concerning running as he had probably noticed, if his chuckle was something to go by.

Freed slowly followed her lazy steps and his obvious smirk had changed into a subtle one, his eyes revealing more of his intentions this time.

This look made her feel hot again but it was intoxicating all the same.

“New challenge accepted.“

His voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine and she didn't expect to get lifted up and slightly pushed against the wall behind her the next second.

She would have to apologize to the poor book that slipped out of her grasp when she instinctively wrapped arms and legs around Freed. But she certainly didn’t have any complaints on her mind right now.

[creepynoodleheadcannons]

Seven Deadly Sins, Domesticated

Prompt: You’ve inherited a house from a family member, moving in knowing you’ll have to sell it. Spirits reflecting the 7 deadly sins haunt the house, helping you get back on your feet.

Warning-swearing, suggestive themes, eventually smut

You’ll know them when you see them.

My eyes scanned the house, a box set in my hands. I didn’t exactly intend on moving after I had lived in the same apartment for two years, but hey, take what you can get, right? After stepping inside, I immediately regretted my decision. The house was probably as old as the town itself. Everything had an antique look to it, a wooden staircase winding up to the second floor. The bills on this house must be ridiculous. I had already signed on the place, there wasn’t any turning back. I set the box down, sighing. “Home sweet home, I guess.” My voice rang through the foyer, bouncing off the walls. As if I wasn’t lonely enough before. I stepped back outside, heading for my car. It didn’t take long to unpack, considering I didn’t own much. What took the most time was setting up my studio. I chose the room next to my bedroom, putting up the easel and setting down plastic. The small amount of paint I did own I set up on the desk inside the room, sectioning everything off to my liking. I walked through the house, admiring what was now mine. Well, before I had to sell it. God knows I wouldn’t be able to pay for this once I crashed out of my job again. I spent most of the night awake. I felt like something else was in the house with me. It could’ve just been mice, or the air conditioner was on high, but something felt off. Hey, creepy house, when I said I wish there was someone else with me, that was rhetorical, not a request.

I spent the next day getting rid of boxes, cleaning off counter-tops, and grocery shopping with what little money I had for it. Once I got home from the local market, I started putting groceries away. Ever since I graduated college, I haven’t lived in a place this nice. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever lived somewhere this nice. Either way, I wouldn’t be here long. I can’t pay the bills unless I get a better job, which won’t happen unless my art goes somewhere, which won’t happen because my art isn’t that good. I had to restrain myself from throwing an apple through the window. “Woah, calm down. Take a break, why don’t you? You deserve it. Moving is pretty tough.” “You’re right, I need to calm down-“ Wait. I turned on my heels, glancing around the empty kitchen. “Who-okay, you’re working yourself up, you’re hearing shit. Calm down Y/n.” I took a few deep breaths, leaning against the counter. “Exactly. Take a break.” I turned towards the person beside me, or rather the thing beside me. A guy was sitting on my counter, leaning on the cabinets. His black hair was pulled into a bun, grey skin surrounding his glowing golden eyes. “Who the fuck-how did you get into my house?” The guy had an apple in his hands, taking a rather loud bite. “That’s easy. I never left.” His words were muffled by his obnoxious chewing. I reached for a knife, earning a laugh from him. His deep, smooth voice wait more relaxed than I expected. “A knife? Really? If I wanted to kill you that definitely wouldn’t stop me. Now relax, I’m just telling you to take a fucking break.” “You-you broke into my house! You expect me to relax?!” He rolled his eyes, taking yet another bite from the apple I bought. “I didn’t break in, I was here even before you moved in. Take a chill pill, damn.” I set the knife down, glancing around the kitchen. “Who…who the hell are you?” “I’m John, but you can call me puppet if you’d like.” He tossed the apple core towards the opened trash can, surprisingly making it. “Now then, go relax. You’ve been working all day. You deserve a break.” “Okay, first of all weird guy who’s convinced he lives here, I need to get this done. And second of all, who the fuck do you think you are?” He laughed again, reaching for another apple. I slapped his hand away, crossing my arms. “Answer.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m dead, sweetheart.”

I laughed. I doubled over giggling. “That’s cute. Now really, what the fuck are you doing here?” “You think I’m kidding? Go ahead, stab me with that knife of yours. It’ll go right through.” I smiled, shrugging. “If you’re certain, John.” Still laughing, I shoved the kitchen knife towards him, expecting him to stop me just before it hit him. He didn’t. It went through his fucking chest, dropping onto the counter space behind him. This was too fucking freaky. “Okay, what the fuck was that?” “You thought I was lying? You really need a nap, whatever your name is.” I backed out of the kitchen, dashing for the bathroom down the hall. No, this was some crazy fever dream. I was sick. Yeah, I’d been too stressed lately. I need a nap. I need a long nap. I splashed some cold water on my face, regaining my composure. I’d walk back into the kitchen, and that guy would be gone. I hesitantly stepped into the kitchen, seeing an empty room. A sigh escaped my lips, a weight lifting from my chest. “See? You’re fine.” I finished putting up groceries. As I was about to leave the room, I noticed an apple core next to the trash can, joining the one inside.

Okay, a nap is definitely a necessity. Once I woke up on the couch, everything seemed to be in order. I stepped towards the window, setting my hand on the glass. Apparently, I had slept past the sunset. Street lamps provided little illumination. One of my neighbors pulled up into their drive across the street, the lights on their Cadillac flashing. They lit up the dark street for a moment, fading just as fast. My eyes weren’t set on the person, rather the car. Pressure flooded my chest as I looked at the brand mark. “That’s a damn nice car, much better than yours. They really don’t deserve it, you could take it once they go inside.” It was a different voice this time. Deeper. I turned my head to see yet another person standing beside me, this one a bit shorter. His brown hair was messily framing his face, amber eyes set on the car across the street. I swung my fist to meet his nose, which surprisingly made contact. “Ow! What the-the hell man!” He had a stutter, hands covering his face. “You’re not…” “yeah, I wasn’t ex-expecting it so of course it hurt, what’s your problem?” His shoulders jerked, hands lowering. He had a bandage over his cheek, covering god knows what. “How did you get in my house?” “I thought Puppet already explained! I’ve been h-here!” He seemed decently pissed, wiping a bit of blood on his sleeve. “My name’s Toby, but I’m assuming you’re just going to hit me again r-regardless of knowing my-my name.” That was a dream, this was a dream. I was still sleeping. This wasn’t happening. “I don’t know what your problem is, I was j-just offering a solution. I hate t-to tell you, but your car is-is shit.” I looked at the window. They say you can’t see your reflection in a dream. My exasperated face was staring right back at me. Goddamnit. I backed up, fingertips grazing the wall. “You’re…you’re…” “dead? Yeah, thanks for-for noticing. You’re polite.” He rolled his eyes, glancing down at me. “You know, most people just scream. You didn’t have to-to hit me!” “I’m sorry, I don’t exactly take kindly to people breaking into my house!” “I didn’t fucking break in! I’ve been here! Fine-fine, enjoy you’re s-shit car, don’t t-take my advice.” He stormed off, leaving me by the window. I made sure to lock the door once I went to sleep. I didn’t want anyone busting in, or anything. Considering I’d just dealt with two, things, who freaked me out, I didn’t sleep that much. Which definitely didn’t help with work. I stumbled through the day, making an attempt to greet people as best I could. The more tips I got, the more I could save up to buy a studio apartment uptown and closer to art shows.

Everything just got worse. I stormed inside, throwing my apron on the couch. “Bullshit. It’s all bullshit!” All I asked for was one day off. One day! Just one, so I could go to my art show and, I don’t know, make some fucking money! But no, she had some stupid movie her kids wanted to see, which she could obviously see the next day when I would cover, but she demanded it be that Friday. As if she had room to demand anything. “She doesn’t need to see it, I have an art show! Something that’s actually worth missing a day, an she’s getting paid for it!” I knew I was yelling into the house, but I didn’t find myself caring. “Call your boss and get the day off, she doesn’t need shit!” “You’re right!” Yet again, a different voice. This time, it was a guy who was between the last two in height. His thick black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, two red scars stretching across his pale cheeks to form a sort of smile. At this point, I didn’t have the energy to be worried, or to even be freaked out. I wanted my fucking day off. “Hey random guy who probably lives here too, I’m fucking busy.” “And I’m trying to help. Call your boss, get your fucking day off.” “Honestly, you deserve it more than she does. I’d listen to the smiley fuck.” Toby was back. Great. “You know what? I will!” I pulled my phone out, quickly dialing my boss. “Hello?” “Hi Janine, it’s Y/n. I was calling to talk to you about taking next Friday off.” I tried to restrain the anger boiling beneath my skin. “Well, we’ve already discussed that Lacey has that day off for her kids.” “I have an art show that Friday, and I’m afraid I can’t miss it. I’ve already paid for my ticket in, and for the display wall. I’ve made reservations weeks in advance, and this isn’t just some movie. I’ll even take the weekend, but I need that Friday. This is the last show this month, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford the next one.” I took a second to breathe, suppressing my obviously pissed tone. The two guys were sitting on the furniture, gazing at me expectantly. “Well…I’ll move the schedule around so you have the day off. Thank you for telling me.” “It’s no problem Janice. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Bye Y/n.” I hung up, sighing heavily. “Thank fucking god.” The pale guy grinned even wider, his hoarse voice responding. “See? Why be passive when you can take what you fucking want? Sorry, forgot the introduction. Call me Jeff.” I nodded, collapsing onto the couch. “You a dead leech too?” “I guess you could say that.” “Whatever, just don’t eat all of my apples like that other guy.” I sat in my studio, eyes locked on the colored canvas in front of me. It looked wrong. The colors were too bright, offsetting the focal point. “This isn’t good. This is awful. This is awful! I’m not going to sell shit next Friday.” “Bullshit, it’s amazing. I don’t see why anyone wouldn’t want to buy this.” A calmer voice. The guy stood behind me, his hair swept back. His hands were in his blue jacket pockets, a relaxed grin on his face. “I like it. It’s a nice contrast. And your art is amazing, who wouldn’t want it in their house?” For once, a nice dead guy. “Thanks I guess, but I don’t need false hope. I don’t know if I have time to redo it, the show is in a week.” “And? You don’t need to. It’s perfect the way it is.” After a moment, I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it is pretty nice. It could sell.” “It will sell.” He set a cold hand on my shoulder, his voice softer than the others. “Helen. Nice to meet you Y/n. Don’t forget to sign it.” The following night, I left the door agape. I wasn’t so worried about anyone coming in. I was decently clothed, and they already lived here. Why worry? Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

[haruxrinrin-blog]

RinHaru (ALMOST SMUT.. be warned)

Light footsteps pattered down the dimly lit hallway as raven hair swayed due to the movements made by the elder; petals of roses were laid throughout the sizable bedroom, candles of colors reddish pink to white were set alight as their glow illuminated the room, incense sticks arranged in the open spaces where cylinder blocks of wax were not. Haru wished everything to be perfect for his dearest love. The younger boy with hair of a burning flame, colored in a bright ruby with the hint of a tinge of pink symbolized his reason for existence. Alarm rang inside the elder's mind as his boyfriend was expected home any moment now, nothing could go awry. New foot patterns reverberated throughout the residence as a voice called out. "Haru, I'm home." Panic struck the taller boy, with eyes of the ocean, as he hurriedly made his way from the doorway and onto velvety carpets in the corridor. With a swift shove of the mahogany entry way, Haru found himself nearly bounding towards the front entrance. He arrived, gasping for the breath he'd practically used up in his endeavor to beat the other to where his carefully thought out present awaited. Haru came to a halt narrowly ahead of the other, carmine eyes narrowed slightly in response, brow quirked in confusion as to why his partner had been racing at such a rapid pace about their home. "Just what are you thinking, running around the house like a maniac?" Rin's austere tone gave way as his arms connected across each other, foot drumming the wooden flooring in an impatient and expectant manner. The elder faltered somewhat, lips almost curving into a sly grin, before realizing that expression would hinder keeping secret the concealed decorations upstairs. Instead he opted for his usual appearance; a thin frown upon his already thin lips.

"I wanted to see you", came the deadpanned, cliche response.

"You see me every day, and very rarely; never, have I seen you leap at my arrival." Rin's features hardened at the half truth his lover had given him, eyebrows creased as one was raised rather high. Haruka Nanase needed to cut the bullshit or else he'd be receiving much of the dreaded "cold shoulder" treatment, was the red head's prospect on this situation. A faint exhale left the elder's air passageway, lungs filling again as he'd forced himself to take in a rather adequate amount of oxygen, needed most times when dealing with Rin caught up in one of his moods. Haru had effectively calmed his nerves and regained his composure once more, deciding not to let the other's accusations dampen the spirit of the holiday.

"Rin. Follow me upstairs." The request, or rather demand, was as straightforward as ever; but to said boy however, it was far from easy. Compliance was one of the things seemingly just not built into Rin's character. Hm.. Or was it, perhaps? Nevertheless, a struggle ensued as Haru tried leading the other up the stairway. The boy with maroon tresses struggled in Haru's surprisingly firm grasp, tugging his wrists every so often to try and loosen the hold the taller currently had on his not far from bruised wrists.

"Let me go!" The younger cried out, a just barely audible whimper could be heard following the outburst, shadowed by blushing feverish cheeks in the alluring hue of a deep rose flush. What materialized next of course was those familiar droplets of saline plunging their way along Rin's reddened visage. The one of darkened ebony locks had to pause at this, arms snaking around the torso belonging to the now shaking boy. Haru discerned the most sensible option was to keep words to his own mind as it swirled and trailed along possibilities as to why something like this would be occurring this very moment. He felt Rin latch onto him in a damn near needy temperament, hands clawing their way towards the older boy's backbone. Tears leaked from his now stinging eyelids, flowing between both him and onto Haru's moderately ruffled, dressier shirt than was the norm. Fingernails in need of shortening seized place in Haru's sleeves. "I.. I.. I'm sorry, Haru..." A full show of waterworks was on display as the runny nosed redhead searched for comfort in the warmth of his sympathetic boyfriend's embrace. Feather light kisses were placed upon the other's lips as a silent understanding. Rin eagerly returned the affection, needily mewling into Haru's parted lips. "I n-n-eed you~" The words moreso dripped from the injured lips, of the crimson haired one; the abrasions from pressing his lips so harsh and insistent against Haruka's. The older male had never heard something so raw and unabashed pour from his lover's usual acidic tongue. He had actually managed to pilot their way to the next floor, turning around to come face to face with just exactly the mahogany exterior he ached to descry. He all but shoved the blistering, red-faced younger male through the door once he'd managed to gyrate the knob in a quick enough motion as to allow them entry to their bedroom. Rin's eyes were completely glazed over at this point, lust shining from those sanguine orbs as he allowed himself be tossed onto the mattress, which he'd noticed had a few stray petals of some kind strewn about it.. No. Their room didn't ordinarily consist of rose colored shavings. It couldn't be! Haru could no longer contain his anticipation and the surprise anymore, a wide grin spread across his normally stoic features.

"Happy Valentine's Day, RinRin!" He outright exclaimed, tossing some of the flower petals into Rin's hair as he chuckled softly, cradling the younger as close as was possible and pressing their lips together in a very much heated kiss, surely to precede such less rated PG-13 of activities.~

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“Necrozma! Necrozma what’s the matter!” Rui rushed towards her Pokemon in worry, he rarely acted like this, but he seemed distressed and was lashing out at any of the other Pokemon that got in the way. And in all honesty, Rui could tell he WAS distressed, panicking, upset. Something was WRONG.

“Danger! Danger! Ne-eed to go-oooo! Pro-rotect th-hem! Send the be-easts ho-o-ome!”

“I don’t... I don’t understand. What’s wrong? Where is the danger Necrozma?” Rui approached a little closer, hands up placatingly towards the legendary. “I want to help but I need to know the problem, Necrozma. Please tell me.”

“Al-o-ola! Da-an-anger! N-ee-eed to se-end bea-easts back!”

“Beasts? As in Ultra Beasts? So beasts are running rampant in Alola?” Rui got a bit closer, Necrozma seeming to settle down to focus on her. He nodded his head, still letting off waves of distress. “Alright, Necrozma, just hold on okay? We’ll go together I just need to gather some things and then We’ll head out, we’ll take one of your portals to get close. Just calm down, we’ll help, okay?” Necrozma settled down a little bit more and nodded again. Yes, he should take his Rui with him. She could make sure he could achieve his true form. “Alright, I’ll be right back. I just gotta grab Mesprit and some supplies and then we’ll head out.”

Rui, once seeing that Necrozma was settled again, at least physically, quickly ran inside to gather her supplies, throwing together enough potions and pokefood to last awhile just in case, some clothes and hygiene supplies, all the necessities for a trip. Once supplies were gathered she grabbed Mesprit’s Pokeball and poured her need for her into it. “Mesprit! I need you, we seem to have an emergency!” It didn’t take long for Mesprit to teleport to her.

“Rui! What’s wrong?” Mesprit asked worriedly, quickly looking over her hero. Really she almost expected Rui to be in danger again or injured. “You rarely call for me so urgently! Is someone attacking?” 

“No one is attacking me, Mesprit. But by the sound of it Beasts are attacking Alola and Necrozma is distressed. I’ll need all the help I can get going to help so I thought I’d call you along too.” Rui soothed.

“Wait you’re throwing yourself INTO danger? Aren’t you in enough without seeking it out?” Mesprit flew around her hero in agitation. She didn’t want to see her beaten and bloody again.

“I can’t just let this go on without helping Mesprit! Nor can I let Necrozma go on his own. He needs me to achieve full power, I can’t send him off to fight beasts weakened! Plus I can help with other Pokemon too! And that’s why I invited you, you can help make sure I stay safe.”

“Fine, fine...” Mesprit sighed, not happy about this. “I’ll come along. But I swear to father if you get badly hurt again I’m teleporting you out, or maybe grabbing Wes or Charlotte. Their worry should hopefully be enough to make you be safer and leave well enough alone, as well as actually go get help and heal.”

“If that makes you feel better, very well. For now let’s go, alright Mesprit? I’ll put you in your Pokeball for now, we’re taking Necrozma’s portals near Alola then flying the rest of the way. We don’t need to freak people out by opening another portal in Alola itself.”

“Very well, but you also owe me cookies for this!” Mesprit grinned at her perceived extortion for more sweets, before quickly patting her own Pokeball and going into it. Rui shook her head with a small smile as she tucked Mesprit’s ball in with her others and headed back outside with her supplies.

“I’m all ready, let’s go Necrozma.” Rui quickly approached the legendary as he crouched low enough to allow Rui to hop on his back. Once he could tell she was settled, he quickly took off, and soon after rended open a portal that he quickly flew into, closing behind him. They were on their way.

[ravens-and-writings]

This week’s Snippet has Queenie and Tina, a kitchen mishap and a delicious surprise for a visitor. You can find more of these little things under #Snippet Sunday on my blog or on Ao3 ;)

From Tina with Love (495 words)

She opened the door to their apartment and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What's that smell?"

Tina hastily kicked the oven door shut behind her. "Nothing."

A quick skim over her sister's mind showed embarrassment. ...was supposed to be at Jacob's today... Frustration. ...can't even bake a damn cake on my own...

"Oh, Teenie..."

The brunette turned around and busied herself at the sink. "As I said, it's nothing." ...need to get the smell out.... open windows... vanish the evidence...

"Can I see?" Queenie leaned curiously on the table.

With a sigh, Tina drew her wand and flicked the oven open before levitating the remains of a cake onto the table, soggy yet burnt crisp at the same time. Humiliation swept over her sister's mind. ...don't laugh... "Quite the masterpiece, huh?"

Indeed. Queenie surveyed the kitchen and noticed the number of used bowls and whisks in the sink. "Making it the No-Maj way is hard, Teenie. Why did you try?"

"You know why." Her sister blushed as well-known images flashed unbidden in her thoughts. A bright smile. Affection. Hope. Their mother cooking. ... made with love, Pumpkin... Failure.

"Oh!" Something made with love and effort. How sweet!

"Stop reading my mind, Queenie." Tina hurried past her. “I'm gonna go down to the bakery... can’t try again now with less than an hour to go."

The humiliation had made way for misery as she put on her coat. What was I thinking anyway? I'm no cook or baker. I can barely keep myself fed on a good day, much less... I'm no homemaker... wife-material... foolish to try ‘n’ make him think otherwise... as if a homemade cake would change anything...

Distraught, Queenie held her with a hand to her shoulder. "Stop that. You know him, that’s not what he’s looking for in a girl. At all."

Doubt. Confusion. A sigh of frustration. "Then what is he looking for?"

"He already found more than ever hoped for, honey."

Tina frowned but Queenie pushed her back into the kitchen. "Come on now. We can still whip up something nice! Jacob got a recipe from him a while go... from back home. I'll talk you through it, okay?"

***

Newt Scamander knocked twice on the door of the Goldstein flat that afternoon before it opened to the lovely sight of Tina.

"Right on time," she smiled. "Come on in!"

"What's that lovely smell?" he asked while stepping inside.

His eyes soon found the dinner table, set for two and laden with a selection of biscuits and... homemade scones. Complete with whipped cream and preserves. And a pot of tea. He couldn't help a surprised but pleased chuckle. "Is this Afternoon Tea, Tina?"

She blushed but nodded. "I thought I better leave the actual tea-making to you... and there was supposed to be cake too but... yes. Happy Birthday, Newt."

He stared at her with a loving, almost besotted smile, previously unaware that he could fall even more for Tina Goldstein.