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binmeister · 2 days ago

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Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Saja Boys Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Saja Boys. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, flirt with someone, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥😈✨

Pranks gone wrong and some misunderstandings

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Thank you for the prompt! I’m not doing anything that severely harms the reader or hurts them because I personally hate ‘pranks’ that go too far like that, but I tried to keep things in that kind of tone where the guys have redemption because they do mean well - may have strayed a lot from the prompt but I hope these are okay 😅

CW: Established relationships, mentions of crying in some prompts, includes the coriander / cilantro soap gene in Mystery’s prompt but you can swap that out for a different gene - mostly gender neutral but for any mentions of she/her you’re welcome to swap it out with preferred pronoun

Not proof read! Sorry for mistakes a lot of word vomit.

Jinu

Jinu was funny, a bit of a quirky and dorky kinda guy but he could be funny when he wanted to be and he liked to think it was something he could be proud of

His singing talent? A little iffy after everything that happened but his humour that he found again while hanging out with you? Yeah. He’s a funny guy

But the insecurities leaked out when both Abs & Romance said that he was kinda unfunny, you teased him with the duo in agreement and normally he can brush it off - roll his eyes and say ‘uh huh, totally’ because he knows you find him funny - its just this time it clung to him and made him self conscious on if you really did find him funny or not or if you just found him funny in the ‘you’re my boyfriend, of course i think you’re funny’

Was he too plain? Did he seem too stiff or was he acting too nice or something? It lead him to message Rumi to ask her if she thought he was funny and obviously - she thought he wasn’t because why would she think he’s funny? She thinks he’s an annoying little brat and he asks her for ideas to make you laugh

Platonic RuJinu for this! misunderstandings are so goofy sometimes

Jinu huffed, eyebrows furrowed as he responded back to Rumi with a little too much venom in his words as he tried to ask her for her honest opinion and didn’t particularly like her answer. Of course he’s funny! You were seated to the left of him on the couch as he continued furiously tapping away, his focus solely on his phone and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Who got him so worked up? He paused and then laughed a little at something Rumi had sent and visibly eased up. That isn’t what you want to see. He’s now laughing and smiling at his phone while you’re literally right next to him. You tried to peer over his shoulder and Jinu had instinctively shifted away, spooked by your sudden appearance and that set alarm bells of in your head.

Now he’s hiding his phone from you? You looked up at him and he saw the flash of hurt and panic in your eyes and he was confused at first, what’s the issue? Then he realised he had shifted away from you while you were trying to look at his phone, something that was normal between you two as you normally scrolled through each other’s feeds to see what memes or goofy clips you could laugh at together. Before you could stand up and walk away from him he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch beside him and shifted to hold your waist so you couldn’t get away despite your attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Woah hey, hey let me explain-” He started out as you elbowed his side in your attempt to escape, he let out a grunt before pulling you even tighter into him. “Rude! You’re stuck in jail now missy.” He huffed out as he pulled you flush against his chest and onto his lap now, glaring at you slightly for the unnecessary blow you dealt him in.

“No it’s fine you can keep texting your girlfriend.” You grumbled out as you tried again to wriggle away and he rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone on the spot and holding it directly where your line of vision was so you could read the text chain for yourself. He was not going to let you walk away all annoyed and mad at him over a misunderstanding.

J: I’m funny right?

R: As funny as a pre-schooler

J: ...rude. R: But it’s true (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)

R: Why’re you bothering me J: I wanna make [Name] laugh R: Your face probably already does that enough (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡

J: That’d be yours.

R: She probably thinks you’re funny enough as is, she’s literally your girlfriend?

R: Idk why though... you’re so blegh

J: She thinks I’m great.

R: Suuuuuuure buddy

R: She could do so much better

R: Tell her when she’s sick of you I’ll be there for her (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡♡

J: ?????

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you tried not to laugh at Rumi’s blatant insults and jabbing at Jinu, understanding now why Jinu had laughed - rather than out of joy it was out of annoyance cause woooow she totally got him good. He rolled his eyes at you as you calmed down finally, relaxing into his hold as you both watched Rumi’s chat bubble typing away.

R: [Name] if you’re reading this - I’ll treat you better than he ever could! I know your shoe size unlike this guy ♡

You burst into a fit of laughter at that, she had you there because it was true. Jinu struggled to remember all the different measurements of the people around him - having to keep track of his own as well as the boys; you didn’t expect him to know your measurements even remotely but he’s done a pretty decent job without the exact details.

J (Name): I might take you up on that offer pookie ♡ - [N]

R: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MORE !

“Woooow.” You heard Jinu say he watched your tiny exchange with Rumi, offended that you would pick her over him. He’s literally your boyfriend! He eased up into the couch and let his hold on you loosen up as you looked up at him innocently, both of you letting your burst of jealousy pass now that it was cleared up that it was definitely a misunderstanding.

“I love you..?” You said, cheeky smile on your face as you said it in a more playful manner than intended as he stared at you blankly before he leant in and pecked your forehead. “...love you too.”

Abs / Abby

He’s goofy, laughs at his own jokes a little too hard but there’s something infectious about his laugh that just makes you start laughing too

Sometimes jokes go over his head but when you explain them to him, he gets it and starts laughing so hard it sounds like he might throw up

He didn’t really care for pranks, he didn’t see why people were so adamant it’s funny to make your partner cry or get upset cause yeah you’re kinda cute when you get annoyed at him but what if he made you cry? He’d feel so bad if he did that

Then there was a day the group was hanging out, you were lounged with him and tucked snuggly into his side as you drew patterns into his side and he occasionally let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation when he heard Baby call out

“Dude.. did you know you’re kinda a meat head?” He was nonchalant as he randomly insulted Abby and you protested at the rude comment, rejecting the connotation and it made Abby think for a bit

...was he really that stupid? Did everyone think he was dumb? ...did you think he was dumb too? He’s not outwardly the smartest guy ever but he likes to think he was witty and sharp enough that it wasn’t a concern, it’s just sometimes tone in conversations fall flat on his ears - sarcasm is hard to read !

Which lead to this moment, Abby had a pair of fake glasses on as he stood at the kitchen counter across from you and was currently explaining- no. Mansplaining to you about why men were strong and all this bullshit about being a true Alpha and all that garbage. Whatever he dug up on twitter was grating your nerves and you were about to strangle him out if he continued on any longer - it’s been an hour and a half! How can he still blabber on about something he’s never shown interest in before.

“Abby.” You finally shut him up, he froze at your tone and it dawned on him how frustrated you actually are. Despite his size it looked like he shrunk in on himself, as he quietened down to hear what you had to say and his train of his thought was completely caught off - those Alpha podcasts said that this was what human women were into! He swears! He heard them say it.

“I love you dearly,” You began and he smiled a little at that and almost straightened back up until you continued on, “If you say one more word, in regards to whatever the hell this is that you’re spouting at me. We are done.“

His expression froze as he stared at you with wide eyes - was this a break up? Are you breaking up with him because he tried to become smart? Or did he search up all the wrong things and fumble everything. He was panicking and it showed as he instinctively reached across the counter to grab you hands as he fumbled with his words to explain himself, he didn’t actually mean the words he was saying honestly he didn’t even know what half of the stuff being said on the podcast meant and the guy sounded so confident so Abby earnestly thought that it had to be legit! He’s a demon who isn’t used to modern day women and societal norms so the internet was his only option to get information truly.

“I didn’t- I mean I don’t really.. y’know I.” He was tripping over himself, too many thoughts in his head at once and all from his own panic as he tried to rationalise how to explain to you that this wasn’t actually what he thought it was just something he assumed you might like. “I thought you’d like me better if I said stuff like this.. cause I’m a meat head...”

His last few words were a little softer as he admitted what caused him to go on this tirade and you felt bad for him, it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t understand why those talking points were blatantly disrespectful and you knew for a fact that he could never fathom actually believing in that kind of thing. If he thought anyone was better than anyone else, it’d be from his self confidence in knowing he’s got a great physique and athletic capabilities but he’s always been willing to admit when he couldn’t do something or felt like he wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. I know you don’t think those things and you’re not a meat head.” You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and you could see him visibly relax at that, cheeks dusting a light pink and glowing a little from how dumb and embarrassed he felt right now that he just wasted an hour of your time. “Where’d you even come across this stuff anyway?”

He paused. The one that had sent him this information had walked into the kitchen and was absentmindedly raiding for the fridge for any spicy goodies or any snacks he could steal. You caught the way Abby’s eyes glanced at Baby and you had to stop yourself from body slamming the smaller man.

“Baby.” He turned to look at you, normally bored and smug expression frozen in a mildly alert and panicked one. “We need to talk about something.”

Let’s just say that he hadn’t insulted Abby in a few weeks and was a lot more careful with what he let slip out.

Mystery

A quiet guy, he could take a joke mostly but occasionally would lash out if pushed too far

It was an off-handed comment that didn’t mean much but you had mentioned that you were glad he was calm and easier to handle than the goofier guys - it wasn’t mean to insinuate he wasn’t funny but he took it as an insult unknowingly stewing on it as he thought over ways to ‘prank’ you

Baby and Romance mentioned there were these ‘prank channels’ on youtube and he had watched a couple, the couples in the video always seemed to scream at eachother and then laugh it off so he though the could pull it off as well - bookmarked a video and then proceeded to duplicate the steps in that video

Yeah he can prove he’s goofy and spontaneous !

But he didn’t really understand that the videos weren’t real and were usually staged

“Is this for me?” You questioned, a little awe in your voice as Mystery handed you a plate with a little puff in his chest like he was really proud of what he made for you. It was a simple noodle dish that you’d been craving for a while and this man was sweet enough to learn how to cook it for you... You smiled at him, not second-guessing any ulterior motives and that made him smirk a little. It’s just like the video he watched.

You picked up the fork he had given you and twirled a small rose of noodles onto it, about to lift it to your mouth and go to town when you got a whiff of something that you knew you couldn’t eat. Coriander. You looked up at him, puffing your cheeks out and were a little thrown off about how he decided to throw in coriander into a noodle dish that.. doesn’t require it. He looked a little upset at you for catching onto what he had done and huffed, frustrated that you didn’t necessarily fall for the prank and in turn you got upset at him - he knows you can’t eat it, the dumb gene you complain about frequently enough that makes the stuff taste like soap.

So why’d he do that?

Before you can question him on it he walks away, not wanting to talk to you because now you’ve ruined the prank and it won’t be funny anymore and you’re shocked. He’s upset at you? You huffed as you put away the plate in the fridge, letting it be a free for all for whichever guy came home and was hungry because you sure as hell couldn’t enjoy it with the insane amounts of coriander that had been ground into it. Cut small enough to look like literally any other herb but you knew that smell too well. Jerk.

After that you didn’t talk to each other, from minutes then lead to hours and then even extended to a few days where you weren’t talking at all. No messages. No late night calls. You didn’t even come over to hang out with the other boys because you were so frustrated that Mystery tampered with your food.. It was only this one thing this time but what if you had a more sever allergy? Would he overlook it for some twisted joke? Which only upset you more. Yeah you could’ve just eaten the meal and then told him to correct it for next time.. but you thought he listened and respected you. Did he not?

The overthinking didn’t stop, it got to a point where you were just holed up in your room - hoodie on as you curled into yourself and the tears finally started to come down. You were so annoyed at him, annoyed at yourself for not talking to him, just annoyed at everything. All that frustration over the last few days filled with over thinking and second guessing things made you emotional and you couldn’t stop the tears that kept on flowing. It wasn’t that big of a deal but on a grander scale it really was a big deal because if you can’t trust him with something small could you really trust him with something big?

Your doorbell chimed, you contemplated ignoring it and just crying your eyes out for a few more hours but you went against that thought. Sleeves rubbing your eyes and wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks as you got up and headed over to the door, not bothering to check who it could be because there were very few people who could turn up like this. And of course it was the one you secretly wanted to see the most.

Mystery stood there, his posture less confident than usual as his mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the sentences that he had been practicing at home with the other guys as they walked him through why it’s not a good idea to mess with somebody’s food. He couldn’t get a word out before you reached for him, arms lifted up and he obediently stepped into the foyer with you and wrapped his arms around you - head rested against yours as you sniffle and let the tears fall again.

“That wasn’t nice..” You mumbled into his shirt and he only nodded in response, he honestly expected worse but if you were this nice about it... maybe he could make up for it? He shut your front door behind him, attempting to waddle you both to your room so you could be more comfortable rather than standing in the foyer for whoever knows how long. Soon enough you were situated back on your bed, him sitting up resting against the headboard as he let you curl into his side - his fingers drawing small circles on your back as he let you decide if you wanted to be closer or not - which you opted to do. Shuffling closer and slowly wrapping an arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. It was quiet, peaceful like it usually is.

You dozed off, the fatigue from crying and being frustrated for days on end getting to you and the soothing sensation of him continuously drawing patterns on your back lulled you off into a comforting sleep but you caught what he said as you let sleep overcome you... it brought a small smile to your lips as you snuggled closer.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Romance

He knew he was a charming guy, funny? Sometimes. But charming definitely

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to point it out one day while you were hanging out with the guys, Abs had pointed out that Romance was only good at flirting and you had jokingly agreed while laughing - but that joke rubbed him the wrong way

What do you mean you don’t find him funny? You think he’s handsome, charming, the best thing that’s ever happened to you but... you don’t think he’s funny? Hell no he needs to correct that!

All he does is flirt? Pft he can prove you all wrong!

He couldn’t.

That was a sad pathetic pep talk to himself as he instinctively flirted with the fans that attended the Saja boys fan signing, though he may have been playing it up a bit too much as he was ogled openly by all types of fans that came along. He flirted with the women, the aunties that stopped by, the guys roughly around his age too - he was a simple man! More love to give than he could ever contain within himself. At least that was the persona he put on was.

After the event was over they had returned home and you had sent a text hoping it went well, but he thought it over and decided what he could do to get back at you and the other guys. He wasn’t flirty in his response, didn’t ask how your day was, none of that stuff that he learned from being online or from observing people when they first came to the human world after years of being in the demon realm. Just told you the event went well and that was it, dry.

You blinked at your phone when you saw the dry response from Romance, not particularly something you were used to. He usually had a specific way of texting and this was devoid of any emoticons, emojis, nothing. It made you feel a little uncomfortable and a little upset even. What’s his deal? That continued on for the next couple of hours, you tried to initiate your usual evening conversations and Romance continued to give you dry blunt responses in return. It felt like you were talking to a completely different guy and it started to make you nervous. Is the honey moon phase over? Is this what’s always going to happen now that you were comfortable? He’ll give you crumbs of attention and you just have to savour each piece?

You continued trying that night, trying to get him to talk to you like he usually did and even asking if he had enough energy to talk on the phone. All met with more rejection and more blunt or dry responses. It was like you were message a different Saja boy all together but you knew the other guys relatively well enough to know that they didn’t do that thing, it wasn’t in their books to mess with someone’s phone without saying anything. It was 1am by the time you gave up - each response from Romance had taken longer and longer to get back to you, like he was purposely putting his phone on do not disturb and then remembering half an hour to an hour later that he hadn’t responded. This wasn’t like him and it was genuinely starting to hurt.

You sent one last text - wishing him a goodnight and when you were left on read and no instant reply it made your heart sink. Staring at your ceiling you felt numb now. Your usually doting boyfriend was being so cold to you, you didn’t even care that he flirted with fans! It’s part of the gig and you knew what he did and what his words and actions actually meant when he truly meant what he said. So why was he switching up on you so suddenly? It hurt, it stung. It reminded you of the previous partners you’ve had and the dating horror stories friends had warned you about when their respective exes switched up on them one day and how pathetic it made them feel when they’d keep grovelling for attention. How pathetic it’s making you feel as you anxiously wait for Romance to respond. To say goodnight, tell you he loved you. Call you.

Something.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes and then you felt terrible, it was only one night of being given the cold shoulder and this is where it lead you? Were you too comfortable and safe so now you’re being punished for opening up your heart? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, not remembering when exactly you managed to fall asleep but you did it. Unbeknownst to you Romance was patting himself on the back. He proved it! He isn’t just a flirt and can totally do the cool guy persona. He can’t wait to rub it in your face in the morning that he got you when he checked his phone at the time you usually woke up, he froze.

Where’s his good morning text? He scrolled up the chat log and realised he hadn’t wished you a good night and he frowned at himself, he had to turn off his notifications so he wouldn’t instinctively respond to you every time you sent a message but now he felt bad. He really left you hanging that much in between each reply? Yeah he’s a demon but he knows that a real gentleman doesn’t let someone second-guessing their words.

R: Good morning my sweet rose!

[N]: Hey

R: I hope you slept well, I’m excited to hear your voice

[N]: Are you?

R: Of course I am! I always love to hear your sweet voice

He sent a good morning text to you first, excited to see your reply but wasn’t expecting a simple ‘hey’ in return so after the next messages were exchanged he called you up. He expected your sleepy voice but he didn’t expect to hear you sniffling into the receiver as you picked up, your voice was a little sad and he felt his heart ache a little.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked and you scoffed. Really? He couldn’t tell? Before you could tell him off he excitedly told you what he did yesterday. “I did it! I managed the cool guy thing in our messages, see I’m more than just a flirt.” There was some pride in his voice and some triumph to it too and you felt tears well back up in your eyes as you heard your regular Romance speak to you, like he normally did with that slightly sultry tone and could hear the crinkle in his eyes as he would’ve smiled as he talked.

“You were a jerk.” You responded curtly, a slight edge to your voice as the relief kicked into your body a little. It was just a bit. And not a total shift in personality, thank god.

“..I messed up didn’t I..” Romance said quietly into the phone as he scratched his cheek with his free hand, he definitely owed you a romantic date and he knew it. Your simple hum of agreement reaffirmed that thought and he immediately started going on a tangent about how he’ll make it up to you and that he’s sorry, the little quiet laugh you let out let him know that you weren’t opposed to that either.

Maybe being the ‘flirty one’ wasn’t that bad.

Baby

Baby doesn’t really exert much energy to talk much when he doesn’t need to, mostly giving one-liners that make you laugh a little too hard because often it’s something unhinged or he points something out that just makes you snort

He doesn’t think he’s the most funny guy ever but you definitely give him an ego boost when you laugh at an off-hand comment he says or when the guys roll their eyes at him

The guys were ragging on him one night - saying that he wasn’t that funny and was an asshole who only knew how to say a mean quip to get some cheap laughs and he was irritated, so what? You liked it so it worked right?

Then he started to think it over.. maybe you were only giving him pity laughs? And that thought in itself pissed him off a bit - he doesn’t want your stupid human pity, he’ll make a different joke and he had the perfect idea

You’re always so forgetful he could probably throw something of yours away and you wouldn’t even notice and then laugh at yourself when you realise what happened - so he did just that

It was just a joke, he didn’t understand why you were staring at him like he killed your family. All he did was throw away some useless piece of jewellery you don’t even wear that often - it was supposed to poke fun at how you always forget about things when you put them down and walk away. How forgetful you are. But you’re not laughing and he doesn’t understand. Why’re you so quiet right now? It should be hilarious - hell he’d laugh too if you threw some useless junk he had out and he didn’t notice for a week.

“Why did you do that..?” Your voice was small as you questioned him, tears welling up in your eyes and he got irritated at that. Why’re you so upset over some dumb piece of metal?

“Get over yourself, you’re such a crybaby.” He muttered, mouth moving before his mind could catch up and that’s what did it. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your lip quivered, there was such a distinct look of betrayal in your eyes and he was flabbergasted. It was just a joke why’re you crying? He didn’t stop you as you shoved him out of your apartment, you weren’t cursing him out and you didn’t even say goodbye to him as you slammed the door shut in his face. But then he heard the faint sounds of your broken sobs through the door and realised yeah... maybe he was just an asshole.

He left you alone for a while, thought that maybe giving you a few days would be the right thing to do because if you wanted to talk to him - you’d just message him. You always did. But his phone had no new messages, no missed calls, not even a tag on social media in a meme that reminded you of him. Just radio silence. The other guys knew something was up but didn’t want to push Baby to talk to them, the first time Romance tried to ask if he was alright he snapped at the elder guy that he was fine and things are perfect right now. He was irritated, at you for making him feel confused like this. Yeah he can be an asshole but now you’re being an asshole too by not talking to him about it.

It’s not like the piece of jewellery would be lost forever, he could just buy you a new one! Then the information was leaked to him from the other guys. Romance had managed to talk to you and was telling Jinu when he overheard where you got that dumb bracelet from. A late gift from an ex-best friend or something, one that had moved away and you were never able to contact again and he was annoyed all over again. You don’t even talk to that person anymore! Why does it matter! He blurted it out and the other two jumped, not realising he had been listening in and then Jinu spelled it out for him.

“It’s the memory associated with it, that’s what matters.” He explained as he looked down with a stern expression, they’re demons and yes their humanity may have been lost to a large extent... but the memories were always something that haunted them. So how could it not effect a human? He reconsidered his frustrations and finally let it go, the next day busying himself with how to make it up to you and he found himself at your doorstep. Knocking softly on the front door and waited for the familiar shuffle of you rushing around and opening the door with a smile. Everything but the last part of the routine was there, you tried to smile at him but it looked like you were still upset so it didn’t reach your eyes and he mentally kicked himself over it.

“Hey-” “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even greet him before his hand was extended to yours, a small bracelet in his palm that was messy - clearly handmade and not by a professional but it made your lips quirk up in a genuine smile this time. You gently picked it up from his hand and slipped it onto your wrist, the colours were pastel and matched his signature hair colour and a soft baby pink. Not the prettiest thing in the world but there was meaning in it and soon enough Baby found himself wrapped up in your arms, something he hadn’t realised he missed so much in the days without your touch so he graciously accepted the hug and squeezed you lightly in his arms mumbling a complaint into your shoulder about how you can’t just go silent on him out of no where like that again.

Yeah, he may be an asshole but at least you seemed to forgive him for it.

#kpop demon hunters x reader #saja boys x reader #jinu x reader #abs saja x reader #romance x reader #mystery x reader #baby saja x reader #kpdh x reader

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 day ago

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Bad Idea (3)

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary- Natasha proposes that the two of you become friends with benefits.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI- Friends with Benefits, Jealousy, Drinking, Parties, Fingering , Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Feelings.

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List Ch1 | Ch2

“Alright folks I think a celebration is in order!” cheered Tony as you all started leaving the Quinjet after your latest mission. A few groaned in response as most people were tired after taking down a Hydra base but Tony persisted with his idea. “Come on guys,” he said while wrapping an arm around you causing you to raise an eyebrow, “Just a few drinks, maybe a game or two?” You rolled your eyes at the man as, despite being tired, you would never refuse the chance to drink and he knew that. After a few others agreed you also joined in and decided to go straight to your room so you could flop on your bed before the party.

A body joined you on the bed as you felt the bed dip with her weight before she settled straddling your back. A pair of hands worked over your back and you sighed into the sheets at the feeling of her hands working at the tense muscle.

“What? Does that feel good?” she teased while biting your earlobe earning a groan from you. You left out a muffled ‘Mhmm’ into the sheets earning a chuckle from the spy on top of you. The two of you stayed like that until you felt her peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. You held onto the back of her thighs before flipping to two of you over so you could hover over her. Lips ghosted each other as you stared into her eyes with a soft smile.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious to the effect you have on me?” you hummed out whilst scraping your teeth along her pulse point, a gasp leaving her lips at the feeling.

“Maybe,” she purred out while her hands found a place in your hair to tug your face back to hers. “What are you going to do about it?” Just as you were about to kiss her a loud knock at your door was heard.

“Y/N!” Shouted Tony and you groaned into her neck.

“What do you want Stark!” you shouted back as you had something much better to do then talk to Stark.

“Come on we’re starting the party so get your arse out of bed and get drunk with me!”

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Two hours later and you were with the rest of the Avengers in the common area having a collection of shots or drinks that you would probably regret in the morning. You watched with wide eyes as Tony stood on top of the table and announced truth or dare. As it was Stark’s idea, it was his turn to go first. The night consisted of Tony giving Steve a lap dance, Clint strip teasing the group, Natasha having to take a shot of Asgardian liquor and Sam and Bucky switching clothes. You and Wanda were the only ones left so Tony once again got involved.

“I dare Wanda to straddle Y/n and whisper dirty things until the round is over,” he slurred out and your eyes widened. You looked over at Natasha to see a blank expression before your gaze switched to Wanda who was softly smiling at you. Wanda easily sat in your lap and your hands hesitantly went to her waist. You knew the agreement between you and Nat was strictly just meant to be sex but your feelings towards the spy made this feel so wrong.

“Wanda I-“

“I know,” she whispered softly into your ear. “I think you and Nat would be cute together,” she adds making you blush and to the others it seems Wanda is saying obscene thoughts.

“How?” you whisper back, moving so no one can hear what you’re saying.

“Does everyone forget I’m a mind reader?” she chuckles out into your ear making you blush again as well…you’ve definitely thought certain things about the spy near Wanda. “Also you might want to keep your thoughts quieter,” she teases and you groan in embarrassment earing a cheer from Tony as his thoughts are somewhere else. Once the round is finished, Wanda gets off your lap quickly and sends a wink your way for encouragement and you turn your gaze to Natasha who is refusing to look at you. After a few minutes you see her slip out of the room and swiftly follow after her.

“Nat,” you say while running up to her, your hands going to her waist.

“No,” she says with a hint of anger in her voice.

“You don’t need to be jealous Wanda was just-“

“I’m not jealous!” she snaps while turning around to face you, “Its just….you’re mine!” Her voice is shaky as you looks at you. Your eyes stay trained on hers as she carries on, “I know we agreed just sex but I fell for you. I couldn’t stop myself from loving you and I get that you don’t love me back-“

You cut her rambling off by crashing your lips to hers in a passionate kiss. You tried to put all of your feelings into the kiss and pushed her against the wall to continue it. Your hands cupped her cheeks as you pulled back to rest your foreheads togethers, both of you panting for breath.

“I love you Natasha,” you whisper against her lips. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I couldn’t stop myself falling for you,” you confessed and she pressed her lips back to yours. Your hands made their way to the bare skin of her thighs that her skirt reveals and slowly trail upwards. When you meet nothing but bare skin you moan into the kiss at the realization. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” You stutter out as this feels so much more intimate now you’ve both confessed your feelings.

“No,” she rasps out at the shell of your ear. “So take me to bed. Now.” Her tone is desperate and who are you to deny her when she needs you. You pull away from her and grab her hand before dragging her towards her room as this is one of the soundproof rooms in the building. As soon as you make it to her room, she pins you against the door and starts stripping you of your clothes. Your hands work at her shirt and bra as she bites marks into your neck and eventually the two of you make it to her bed. You push her onto it before climbing on top of her and pressing your lips to hers in another passionate kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” you husk out at her ear making her hips grind upwards into your abdomen, “Show me how good you can be, how submissive you can be for me.” A whimper escapes her at your words and as your hands tease her sensitive nipples before you take a breast into your mouth. Her hands tangle in your hair as usual and she tugs your head back to her face so she can kiss you. Her hands wrap around to play with the baby hairs of your neck while you pull her skirt down to reveal her bare, creamy skin. “You’re perfect,” you mumble against her lips causing a tint of red to appear on her cheeks.

“Please touch me,” she whispers before closing the gap between you. You remain kissing her, enjoying this new intimacy, while one hand trails south to reach her dripping core. A low moan is muffled by your mouth as you run a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness, before moving to circle her clit. Your kisses move to her jaw and neck when she starts moaning as you slip two fingers into her soaking cunt. “Fuck,” she groans out, eyes fluttering close at the feeling, while you continue leaving marks all over her body. You pump your fingers in and out of her at an increasing pace earning a string of moans to pour out of her mouth and her hips grind upwards in time with every thrust. You place one last kiss on her mouth before kissing down her toned stomach to reach where she desperately needs you. Whimpers echo around the room as you tease her by nipping at the skin of her inner thighs. “Please just fuck me,” she groans out while pushing your head towards her core and you happily oblige. You lick and suck at her clit causing her back to arch in pleasure as you drive her closer to climaxing. As you feel her walls tightening around your digits, you curl them making her come with a scream of your name. You work her through the orgasm and immediately send her into another one by brutally thrusting your fingers in and out while sucking on her clit. Once she has calmed down from her high, you work your way back up her body and reclaim her lips. Natasha moans at the taste of herself on your tongue and flips you both over so she’s straddling your waist. She grinds down onto your bare cunt, her clit perfectly rubbing against yours, making you cry out her name.

“Fuck Nat,” you moan as she continues to grind along your cunt. Your both moaning messes when you both start grinding at a faster pace and your head is throw back in pleasure when she grinds down harder. “Please I’m so close,” you rasp out as your hands help guide her hips as her legs have started to tremble.

“Holy shit,” she moans, mouth parted open as she looks down at you, “Come with me.” As soon as she says that you feel yourself coming undone beneath her and she instantly comes with you. You both lay there riding out your highs together before she falls forwards and buries her face in the crook of your neck.

“That was amazing,” you sigh out before kissing her hair and running feather light touches up and down her back. “I love you,” you whisper and she moves to face you.

“I love you too,” she murmurs in response before kissing you again.

#wanda maximoff #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #smut #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha fanfic #natasha romanoff fanart #wlw smut #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #wlw ns/fw #wlw #lesbian

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 days ago

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I went out today with fam and had a thought while I was putting on lipstick. Like applying lipstick to go out. It’s not red (I don’t think red is for everyone, some go for black, some go for pink/purple, or those kinds of lipstick that can go lighter when you spread it on your lips rather than applying it on your whole lip, iykwim), and then kissing Bucky, repeat. Make that man go out with his face full of lippy. He’s one happy bastard.

Happy Summerween, btw!

hi angel i ruminated on this forEVER and i finally think i have a good idea for how this goes! i hope you like it

"Your lipstick is gone." Bucky sighs like it's a travesty as he watches the paper straw absorb all the colour from your lipstick.

You smile, not too fussed. "I can reapply before we leave, baby."

Bucky decided that lunch out in the city while you finally had a break from all that summer rain was necessary and had found the cutest new spot for you both to try.

You're finishing your iced coffee as your boyfriend stares you down as you lose more and more lipstick.

"It won't be the same," you frown at his words. You packed your exact combo in your purse, of course it'll be the same. "You won't have the paper to get rid of the excess."

You giggle then, shrugging as you motion for Bucky to hand you your purse. You're quick as you reline your lips and then swipe your lipstick across your lips.

Bucky's mesmerized the entire time, eyes tracking every move your hand makes. He's not sure why his heart rate has picked up so dramatically. He's really not sure why watching you put on your lipstick is making him a little lightheaded.

Then he remembers it's you and it all makes sense.

"C'mere a second," you murmur as you lean across the table, Bucky meeting you halfway. When he's just in reach, you press your lips against his and pull away, a wicked smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. "Does it look the same?"

Bucky shakes his head, hand reaching for your chin. "Maybe another kiss will help smooth the colour out, doll." this kiss is much different from the peck you had just placed on him.

This one is a little more charged, a little more scandalous with a little more tongue than a 3 o'clock lunch date calls for.

"Better?" you breath as you pull away, eyeing the fact that Bucky has more lipstick on him than he should have.

He holds your eye as he uses his thumb to clean the top and bottom of your lips. "Perfect, doll."

You try to get him to wipe his own lips but he doesn't care, any mark you put on him, is one he wears proudly.

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selenitespeculations · 3 days ago

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“Danny I really think everything’s gonna be fine!” Jazz said, a bit of chastisement in her tone.

“And I think that their fundamentally incorrect understanding of ecto-entities will get in the way! I don’t know what they’ll come up with but I’m sure it won’t end up good for me.” Danny grumbled. “You know how they are! We’ve both tried to show them evidence ghosts are sentient, feeling beings but they refuse to even acknowledge any of it! They mental gymnastics it at an Olympic level to make it fit their theories.”

“Which is why we’re doing a picnic in the park instead of telling them at home.” Jazz remarked. “I really DO think they’ll come around, but a safe distance from the lab is always a good idea, at least until they have a chance to digest the new information.”

“More like plan my eternal doom”

“You’re being dramatic, Danny. They’re your parents and they love you.”

“I know that! I just worry that they won’t see Phantom-me and Alive-me as the same person.” Danny flopped back on Jazz’s purple duvet. “I know you think if we just explain it well enough they’ll see, but I really don’t know…” he trailed off, not sure how to explain the foreboding sensation in his gut.

“Well even if everything goes horribly wrong, Sam and Tuck both have bug-out bags, and will be on standby if things go pear shaped, which they won’t, but we’re prepared either way!” Jazz said in her annoying yet endearing big sister voice.

Danny sighed, they’d been having this conversation for weeks now, hashing and re-hashing out details and grievances. Danny wasn’t even sure they’d be able to convince Jack and Maddie to go on the picnic in the first place, much less get them to sit still and listen long enough to explain the very convoluted situation he’d found himself in. Getting them out of the lab had become harder and harder ever since they’d started contracting with the GIW.

“Have we disabled the sensors arround the park?” Danny asked.

“As you well know, Tucker told us this morning that he had managed to put them on a feedback loop. The GIW won’t even know anything’s wrong if you have to go ghost.”

Danny sighed again. Louder and longer this time, just to be annoying. It’s his duty as a younger brother after all.

His phone started ringing, loud and obnoxious with the “I’m a Barbie girl” song that Tucker had made his ringtone. He could change it, but Tucker had put a decent amount of effort into locking it as his ringtone, and Danny didn’t wanna hurt his friends hacker ego by changing it too quickly.

“Hey Tuck, what’s up?”

“Tell me I’m a genius!” Tucker exclaimed. This was bound to be good.

“Hmmmmm I don’t know, that thing with Technus last Saturday-“ Danny started in a teasing tone.

“That’s in the past Danny, let it go already!” Tucker whined. “Besides, after I tell you what I just figured out you’ll never think about that again!”

“Let’s hear it then.”

“So you know how lately the GIW’s been on your ass the moment you go ghost?”

“I’m well aware, thanks.” Danny cut in sarcastically.

“Well I was poking arround in their servers and-”

“Tuck you spend half the day in their servers, what could you possibly have found that we didn’t already-”

“What I found,” Tucker said loudly, taking back control of the conversation before it devolved into bickering. “Was a spell circle made out of code!”

Danny blinked. “A what?”

“A spell circle! Like in thoes books Sam’s been obsessed with lately.”

“What kind of spell circle?”

“The kind that locks down the rest of their servers! I’ve only been skimming the tip of the iceberg this whole time!” Tuck said excitedly. “Sam’s taking a look at it now, once she figures out a way through it we should have access to their entire server.”

“So that’s how they’ve been staying ahead of us huh?” Danny asked. This new found magic competency from the GIW was a bad sign. Hopefully they only recently developed it, instead of Danny missing such an important detail.

“Most likely.” Tucker agreed. “I’m sure that info on how they’ve been tracking you is behind the magic firewall. Probably stuff on methods and other bases as well. Now tell me I’m a genius!”

“Hmmnnn I don’t know, seems Sam’s the one doing the legwork here-“

“Hey!”

“Just kidding, just kidding, you’re a genius Tucker Foley.”

“Thank you!” Tucker huffed jokingly. “How goes planning for the big reveal?”

“Talking it over with Jazz right now.” Danny said, glancing over at his sister, who’s been looking over notes of some kind while he’d been on the phone.

“Well I’ll leave you to it, and remember dude, we’ve got your back!” Tucker exclaimed before hanging up the call.

Danny turned back to Jazz, “Whatcha looking at?”

“My notes on mom and dad’s phycological profile. Me going to Gotham for college should be enough to get them out of the house, and with all the fudge we made we should be able to get dad to sit still long enough to get into the meat of things.” Jazz replied. “I’m bringing a broken lipstick laser for mom to fiddle with, and as long as we get past the whole ‘your son is half ghost’ thing and into the explanation before she fully processes it, they should be shocked enough to internalize what we’re telling them.”

“See you’re just as nervous about this as I am!” Danny said, vindicated.

“Of course I am Danny! I love our parents, but they do have a habit of shooting first and asking questions never when it comes to ghost stuff.” She looked down at her hands, “I want to believe there’s no risk at all, that their love for us will overcome their obsessions, but…”

“We don’t know how liminal they’ve become.” Danny finished for her. “Their obsessions might be too strong to fight with logic or love.”

“Yeah.” Jazz agreed softly. “But as your older sister, I promise that no matter what I’ll keep you safe!”

Danny was getting deja vu. Jazz reminded him so much of Jay sometimes. The fierce protectiveness, putting up a face of positivity when Danny felt helpless.

“I love you Jazzy.” Danny said quietly, feeling a million different emotions tangle up inside of him. His throat felt tight. “No matter how this goes down, I’m glad you’re my sister.”

“Your favorite sister?” Jazz teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“My favorite older sister,” Danny chuckled, “we don’t need Dani sensing a sibling competition and coming to fight for her honor.”

They both laughed, remembering the last time Dani was back in Amity, when she had declared a sibling fight club to prove herself the superior sibling.

“No we definitely don’t need that added onto everything right now.” Jazz said once they’d caught their breath. “Are you sure there’s no other siblings you want to tell about our plan?”

“I told you Jazz, Jay doesn’t need to know!” Danny defended. “He worked so hard to make sure I got a safe normal life, I don’t want to disappoint him.” His voice got quiet.

“If you say so, little brother.” Jazz acquits. “Though I’m sure that he wouldn’t blame you-“

“I know, I know, I just don’t want him to think all his work getting me out of Gotham was for nothing.” Danny said quietly. He felt a little guilty, both for not telling Jay anything about his ghostly double life, and lying to Jazz about his past. But secret keeping was in his blood, and it would take a lot more before he would even entertain the idea of spilling his guts to either of his older siblings.

“You know Danny, if you really don’t want to tell them…” Jazz trailed off before starting again tentatively, “I just want to make sure you’ll be safe.”

“I know Jazz.” Danny knew, logically, that it was the best course of action to tell Jack and Maddie in a somewhat controlled environment. It would be much harder to get them to sit still and listen if they found out on accident. “And I want you to be here when I tell them. I’m just worried, there’s so much that could go wrong.”

“Worst comes to worst, you fly to Gotham. Jason’s there already I will be too, this time next week.” Jazz assured. “But really I think the most likely outcome is positive.”

Danny was pretty sure that “worst comes to worst” would be more than just cutting and running. In fact he could think of ten way off the top of his head that this could end in disaster. But Jazz was already nervous enough, and speaking his thoughts out loud wouldn’t help anything. They sat in silence for a bit, there wasn’t really anything else to go over without going in more conversational circles.

“Ima head to bed.” Danny said after a moment, standing and stretching out his back.

“Sweet dreams little brother,” Jazz replied, looking back at her notes, “I’m sure tomorrow will go smoothly!”

Danny laid in his bed, windows open to let in the cool breeze wafting through the summer air. Jazz would be leaving next week for Gotham. She’s going into the psychology program at Gotham City University, already had her little apartment and a paid internship lined up. Jazz always had all her ducks in a row, something Danny was a bit jealous of. He felt like he was flying by the seat of his pants most of the time, never quite sure what to do next or what he’s aiming for. Survival had been his main concern for so long, so much that he didn’t really think about actually living his life now that he was free to do so. Or half life, he supposes. Jazz and Jay will be in the same city, while he’s still hiding out in Amity Park. He wasn’t even completely sure he could leave now, Amity was his haunt, and ghosts could usually only leave their haunt for so long without any health consequences. But Danny was still half human, so all the usual rules were up in the air. He could be affected the same way as any other ghost, or have no problem at all, or anything in between, he wouldn’t know until it happened. Yet another reason he had to tell Jack and Maddie about his little ghostly problem now. If he was stuck in Amity indefinitely, they’d catch on eventually.

Danny fiddled with his phone. Not the normal one, but the dated flip phone he’d gotten nine years ago now. It’s crazy to think that he’d been here in Amity longer than he’d been in Nanda Parbat. He still has nightmares sometimes, about that night. If Jay hadn’t found him, he would’ve been a goner. Most of it’s a blur, time and trauma making the memories take on a weird sheen in his mind. He’d been so young, but when the assassin had told him Grandfather no longer needed him, he’d just felt tired. He’d tried so hard to be everything Mother and Grandfather wanted him to be. To be more like Damian. But no matter how hard he trained, when the moment came to act he always hesitated. That may as well have been a death sentence in the league.

Jay had saved him, given him a chance. Hope for a better life, where he could be a normal kid, grow up to be whatever he wanted to be. But Danny just had to go and ruin everything by going into that stupid portal. He didn’t blame Sam, never had. Danny knew better than to be messing around in the lab. Sure, Jack and Maddie should have locked it, but teenagers are stupid, and the trio probably would’ve found a way in anyways. Now he’s stuck between two worlds all over again. No way he’s telling Jay he spoiled the chance he worked so hard to give Danny. Jay’s got enough on his plate without Danny adding all his issues on the pile. They still talked relatively often, Danny telling Jay about all the regular civilian teenager stuff going on in his life, but as he got deeper and deeper into the world of Ghost Vigilanteism, Danny found it harder to talk around. Luckily, he doesn’t think Jay’s too suspicious, probably assuming regular teenage angst is the cause of the stilted conversations they’ve been having lately.

Then there’s Damian. His twin brother, who’s been in Gotham for six years now. When Jay told him that Talia had dropped Dami off in Gotham, he’d been genuinely shocked. He didn’t think Mother would be willing to let Dami stray too far from her for at least a few more years. Damian had a tough go of it, from the little Jason had told him. Danny knew Jay wasn’t telling him everything, but he could hardly begrudge that when he was holding things back too. Jay probably just didn’t want to scare him. He’d had asked Danny, after Dami had settled in Gotham in a more permanent way, if Danny wanted him to tell Dami he was still alive. Danny had debated back and forth with himself till he was sick to his stomach. What would Dami think? Would he be angry? At Danny, for being so weak, or Jay for hiding him away? Mother may have told him Danny was still alive already, but he kinda doubted it. Talia always kept the important stuff close to her chest. Dami was the same in that fashion, while Danny had to learn to keep his heart off his sleeve. He saw the news sometimes, talking about the great exploits of Batman and Robin, and oh how it made him feel so lonely. Sure, it was chaos and crazy fights most of the time, but watching his twin fly through the air by their father’s side, he seemed so free. Danny almost sent Jay all the letters he’d written, was still writing, but he’d chickened out at the last second. What if Dami thought him childish for holding on so tight to a family that wanted him dead. What if he was disappointed by how Danny was spending his time in his new “civilian” life?

Now it felt too late. How could he just pop up in Dami’s life after nine years of silence, nine years of his twin believing him dead. But if tomorrow went as badly as he thought it might, he may not have a choice in the matter. He could never force Jazz to put her life and dreams that she worked so hard for on hold just because Danny’s a half dead screw up. And Jay had already given him so much. If he had to run from Amity Park, his father would be the best bet, and Dami would discover that he’d been hiding like a coward this whole time. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, that Jack and Maddie would see through their obsession to the son they’d been hurting, hunting, for two years now, but Danny had the same foreboding feeling he’d had that night on the parapet in Nanda Parbat, right before the end of everything he’d ever known.

Protective Instincts

Hmmmmmmmmm

Idea.

So we all mostly headcanon that Jason was around tiny Damian when in the League right? And if we do demon!twins or siblings Danny they meet too?

Well what if, now hear me out, what if while taking care of them Jason notices early on how Danyal, or as he likes to be called Danny, doesn't seem to have the heart to be an assassin compared to Damian. And even under the pits influence and the LOA teachings, Jason's protective instincts of protecting kids is still strong. And notices how... lack the protection around Danny is compared to Damian, the true heir.

What if, when Jason leaves the League to start his revenge against Bruce, he fakes Danny's death by killing off the little 'guards' he did have and takes the kid with him.

But as he goes to Gotham Jason has to decide.

Drop the kid off in a good family, give him a new identity and keep him hidden or keep the kid and raise them?

#a little bit from Danny’s side of things #Danny and Damian are both 16 by this point #Danny is an anxious child #like kid pls just tell Jason this is far from the craziest thing to happen to him #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #Demon Twins

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midnight-bay-if · 1 day ago

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If MC was involved in a mugging incident that left them badly hospitalize, What would the RO's and Alek do if they finally found the mugger in a bar bragging how the MC was an easy target and wasn't that hard to beat up?(Basically insulting the MC capabilities)

(Sometimes you need a good angsty ask to get through a particularly rough writer's block. :))

S: It was too easy to find the man.

For so long, Selby has been the moral compass and the backbone of their little family, trying to do good and be good. When they found out what happened and who the police believed was responsible, Selby felt as if a magnet had been pressed against that compass, causing it to veer off course, and the bone in their back had started to snap. Selby refused to leave your bedside during your recovery; only when it was uncertain if you would survive did they go hunting.

With Taj’s assistance and Alek’s blessing, Selby tracked down the person responsible for your pain until they found him in a bar full of rowdy patrons. Even now, as they watch the man wildly gesticulate to his friends across the room, they remain of two minds about how they want to handle this. The twisted, sick part of them created during the war—the part they buried beneath their parents' lessons—wants to choke the life out of him and watch the capillaries in his eyes burst. The idea that the most violent, unreasonable, worst version of themselves might return, all for a coward too afraid to confront someone face-on, shames them.

So, they bury it. All of it. Every tempestuous emotion, every threatening twitch, every inconsolable part that yearns to make you whole. They will remain the person you fell in love with; they will not be compromised by someone who amounts to nothing.

“The best part is they went down so easily,” they hear him boast in between fits of laughter. “For all their talk, in the end, they folded like a wet flannel.”

Bury it. Keep it down. Don’t let it show.

Selby storms towards him, and without hesitation, grabs his shoulder with one hand while the other snaps on a pair of handcuffs. The man tries to squirm away, crying in disbelief and dismay, but Selby is far too quick and far too strong.

“I suggest you keep quiet, sir,” they say through gritted teeth, closing the handcuff over their other wrist, ensuring it’s a little too tight. “Anything you do say may be used as evidence in a court of law, and you, I think, have already said quite enough.”

Rain: They had to keep it together. That’s what they told themselves for the tenth time that day with little effect. Their hands shake in their cardigan pockets as they stand by your bedside. They squint against flashes in their mind of bloodied shards of grass, the drip of red in water, hands frozen against tree branches as the skin decays. They shake their head, dismissing the images.

Let go of what you can, they think to themselves, it will not help you.

When Alek agrees that the team should detain the monster responsible for hurting you, Rain doesn’t share with Selby the migraine that has been steadily worsening. They want to be present and see the desperation in the man’s eyes when Selby slaps the handcuffs on him. They need to witness it, to be reminded of the man’s humanity.

But that isn’t what he perceives when he sees the man laughing and recounting his story of how he overcame the ‘little private investigator’. He shrugs and shares close details of how he beat, bruised, and booted you into the dirt, all while continuing to laugh.

Rain sees red.

Those same flashes pierce his skull, the sounds of distant laughter as the clear water turns crimson. Selby swipes at Rain’s shoulder to hold them back, but it’s too late. Rain leaps at the man in the middle of the bar, fists clenched into his lapels, as they throw him to the ground. Within seconds, they are on him, fists flying wildly as they shout, throat raw from their screams, every blow a dedicated epitaph to everyone they couldn’t save.

“Let me go!” They shriek, trying to shake Selby off as they are dragged away. “He’s a monster! A monster!”

Taj: “Are you certain of this, Taj?”

Their lip curls, their eyes turning severe at Selby’s far too casual question. They stand together, watching this piece of shit laugh, pint in hand, throwing booze across the floor as he laughs off the bruises, the deep cuts, the blood spilled across the pavement.

“Are you seriously asking me this? You’re supposed to have my back.”

Selby sighs. “I do. I swear it. Whatever you decide, I will stand beside you. I only wish to be certain of the potential consequences. You are on probation, remember?”

“As if I could forget.”

“So, I ask again, are you certain of this?”

Taj glares at the man, as if their very intensity might burn his skin. “You can’t hear what I can hear. He’s boasting about it. About leaving them in that alley, bleeding out, bruised, broken. About how easily he could take them down, how little time MC had to fight back. About how reluctant they seemed to fight back at all.” Taj scrunches their eyes shut, heart hammering in their chest as the man’s words reverberate inside their mind like mocking laughter. “He deserves no mercy.”

“Very well. But let us wait for the opportune moment… let’s not cause a scene unnecessarily. I won’t watch you chartered off for the sake of scum unworthy of the soles of our shoes.”

Taj nods. They wait, they plan, they imagine the exact look on the man’s face once he realises just how fucked he is. They will relish their wide-eyed stare as they whisper every excruciatingly painful injury they intend to pay forward into their ear.

An eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth.

N: They never paid much mind to the elusive, apathetic celestial beings that hold themselves above everyone else with a mask of piety and divinity. Why would they? They are demons. Chaos and destruction are their only means of currency.

Yet, when they first saw you, face swollen, bleeding, helpless… a part of them hoped they were capable of more than just breaking and bruising. What they wouldn’t give to be able to heal with nothing but a whispered word or a gentle touch. But that kind of power is coveted, hidden, and kept far out of the reach of Haelspawn. A demon cannot be allowed to heal. Who else would we scapegoat for all the wrongs of the world if someone witnessed such kindness?

So, instead, the demon will be a demon.

They watch from across the bar as the man brags about his conquest, flashing the cash he took from you as he poorly retells the story for the fourth time that night to the latecomer of this little soiree. N welcomes his bile. Every new detail, ad-lib, and exaggeration of his exploits only fuels the fire of their fury. Until finally…

“—It was all too easy. All of their whimpers as they bled… they got what they deserved.”

The man has sealed his fate.

They plaster on a smile, pull the man from his friends, coax and coerce, until the man practically breathes into the ear, desperate for a sliver of what their touch promises. Getting him to agree to follow them home was far too easy.

But the moment they are alone in an alley much like the one he abandoned you in, their guise dissipates to nothing, and they use the full weight of the man’s fear to force him to his knees. “It was all too easy,” they repeat, a mocking but dangerous edge to their voice. “All of their whimpers as they bled… they got what they deserved.”

Umbra: They never knew how hungry rage could feel.

They sat beside your bedside, listening to the rhythmic beeps of hospital equipment as they yearned for satisfaction. They watched, and they waited. People came and went, fiddling here and there and never without suspicion. Their negligence led to this unbearable silence, so the least they can do is ensure everyone coming and going while you are in this vulnerable position is accounted for. Even Selby, Taj, Rain, and the demon (especially the demon) are vetted as Umbra stands vigil. Your improving health is enough to ease much of their grief, but once all else has fallen away, only the anger remains. They survey, stalk and seek out their prey. It’s the easiest hunt of their life. The rat couldn’t help but squeak, and now the cat has come to feed.

As much as Umbra would revel in strangling the words from his throat as they watch him choke on them, they prowl the perimeter, observing, waiting. When the man finally stumbles into the darkness, it’s already too late. He’s dead, and he doesn’t even realise it.

“I am going to enjoy this.”

(I know you said Alek as well, but I've run out of time today. I'll reblog with Alek's reaction when I've finished it :))

#ask answer #taj #umbra knight #nazu raumon #naera raumon #rain #simon selby #simone selby #interactive fiction #if wip

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fandomlit · 2 days ago

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the gentle-wrangler (spencer agnew x reader)

summary a new character enters the gentlemen universe - the "gentle-wrangler", an extremely sexy agent played by you whose goal is to prevent the gentlemen from getting too out of hand. it's an instant hit with the audience, and one of the gentleman players himself finds that this intense character doesn't help the feelings he already has for you.. and the audience sees it.

warning swearing, mentions of fake guns and weapons

a/n just a goofy lil drabble for this idea in my brain

it was unreasonably sexy, the way you looked down at spencer, the barrel of a water gun staring him in the face. your face was stone cold serious, and the dark, almost sultry, look in your eyes had his mind thinking thoughts he never had before in the smosh office. you were intimidating and sexy and way too damn good at acting.

after a beat that was maybe too long, he remembered he was on camera. he adjusted his classic gentleman’s hat and adjusted his posture from the haphazard way he had been laying on the floor to make it look as if your character had thrown him hard against it. “well, i’ll say-!”

“cut the shit,” you spoke plainly and he felt like he was choking himself to prevent from reacting physically. holy shit, you were so hot. “you know the deal. get it together, or the jaguar gets it.”

he blinked rapidly, trying to lock his gaze on the gun instead of your face. “my niece-in-law?!” he was suddenly more aware of the hysterics happening at the game table and behind the cameras—the “gentle-wrangler” bit was a getting a true kick out of everyone. but all he could think of how he would have to thank shayne later for both the idea of it and the detail of having you fully dressed in black leather.

“no more derailing the game,” you spoke slowly and seriously. then you lowered the gun, gave spencer one last glower and walked off of the game stage. spencer, still in character, shook his head as if to clear it from the fall and stood, returning to his hysterical cast mates.

“well, i’ll say,” he huffed, a little breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with being thrown from his seat. he ignored his hammering heart, praying his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt in the main lighting. “i haven’t been tossed like that since my second mistress found out about my mister. quite the ugly scene.” as the cast laughed again, a stream of water from off camera blasted at spencer, making him yell. “i haven’t been squirted on like that since-!” another, more intense stream hit him in the face and he just raised his hand, shutting his mouth as angela fell to the floor.

…

the “gentle-wrangler” was a hit. or more specifically, the clip of spencer staring up at you in awe as you stared down a gun at him was a hit. there were thirst traps and edits of it mere days later, the fan base loving the chance to see you in a role that presented more “serious”. the gentle wrangler was stealing hearts from more than just spencer.

user0690: 6:02 anyone else feeling some type of way after seeing y/n stare down a “gun” at someone??? i’m not sure i’ll ever be the same

smosluvr22: give y/n a real gun petition

t0berfan: 5:33 okay, we all knew y/n was hot, but THAT???? whoever wrote that needs a RAISE. and to write MORE OF IT

and of course, there were just as many people pointing out spencer’s reaction to your character.

bitcitybaby: 5:34 me too spencer . me too

-> lonnyluva: it’s the way the editors kept in the full three seconds of silence as he just stared at y/n for me 😭

fanboy2074: 17:38 okay but spencer’s look when y/n came onstage to warn shayne.. that man was SMITTEN holy-

"so, the gentle-wrangler has to come back," shayne said as he approached spencer's desk the day after the video went up. spencer nodded, looking up from his computer.

"yeah. y/n killed it, it's already a fan favorite." shayne gave him a look. "what?"

"i think the both of you are the fan favorite," shayne said, raising his eyebrows. "you can't pretend like you haven't seen the comments, man."

shayne held back his smirk as he watched spencer gulp, the slightest red rising to his cheeks. "i.. may have seen some."

shayne gave his friend a look. "and?"

spencer sighed, avoiding shayne's eyes by turning back to his computer. "the audience really liked y/n's character. they played it really well."

shayne rolled his eyes. "okay. workplace professionalism. i see it." spencer rolled his eyes right back. "but be honest.." spencer froze, looking up to see shayne leaning closer to him. shayne asked quietly, "how many times have you watched the clip?"

this time, spencer had no visible reaction to his words. but when his gaze flicked back to his screen, shayne could tell he wasn't actually focused on it. ".. way too many."

#smosh x reader #smosh cast x reader #smosh fanfic #smosh cast fanfic #smosh drabble #smosh cast drabble #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew fanfic #spencer agnew drabble #spencer agnew x cast!reader

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cannofsardines · 2 days ago

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HELLO! Sorry if I bother you but I have something stuck in my head and I can't get it out- HEAR ME OUT- Bot!Reader that is programmed to report/ban exploiters created by an admin to make their work easier. One way or another, he arrives at Forsaken, getting to know and befriending the survivors, especially 007n7. Reader gets so attached to 7n that when they find out he is an exploiter, they are like:

For some reason, I can't stop imagining bot!Reader walking away to a deserted area with a pillow so they can scream into it out of frustration for not being able to report/ban their new friend Because they feel that they would be betraying him after he has been so kind to them. Sorry for making this too long, schizophrenia hits hard at night/j

: 007n7 & GN!Robot Reader

:this request sounded cute, I couldn't help but entertain the idea immediately

Content below : Fluff , Reader becoming more sentient , Platonic relationship

There was no denying that after Builderman and Shedletsky's disappearance, everything went to hell. The Roblox Hq? Not even a speck of the previous organized place it was in sight anymore. Papers? scattered all around the office, the neatly organized files are now disarranged. Admins? They were too busy to bother to help around the place, mainly because the disappearance of the head of Roblox Hq encouraged nasty exploiters/griefers to become more bold in performing their once in a while shenanigans

Hell even the most positive admins of all who held her head high in every despair they found themselves in could no longer keep up her usual charisma, she may be able to convince the others and herself that everything will be fine but there was nothing passing your keen eye and observations. So what did this all mean? From your previous gathering, the quote 'The world is in chaos' more or less fits this exact circumstance.

Turning a blind eye to the miserable state of the team as of now, you were tasked to capture an uprising hacker. Or how the admin team would like to put it, 'a nuisance becoming of a bigger headache that is comparable to a brain tumor.' Which your program translated to: stress and frustration, one thing you were meant to help with if the source of the emotion was from an exploiter

Thanks to your trusty tracker built inside of you, you were quick to locate the nuisance with little to no issue. Or you thought until you felt your vision go static and then next was darkness..

Luckily that's not where your story ended and you found yourself rebooted back up, only to meet face to face with Builderman. The man that many, many many were desperately searching for. But his face didn't hold his signature smile, in place of it was furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes. He looked exhausted, which was an unusual look for the old man

"There.. think yer all good to go"

"No way! Is that the good ol' bot that saved us a ton of time back then?"

You turned your head over to the source of the voice and was met with another recognizable face, Shedletsky. Though he didn't seem to share the distress Builderman clearly was in, he actually looked the same as he was. Save for the fact that he lost some weight according to your scanner yet the smile he wore stayed the same

RETURN WITH THEM IMMEDIATELY. The thought popped up in your mind and followed through the command with not a second wasted. You clasped both of your hands and offered the idea of going back to the Roblox HQ, relaying the distress the admins have been in and the chaos that was barely under their control. But a half minute in your speech, you detected clear signs of discomfort and sadness on their expressions. This left you confused, did they no longer want to serve the robloxians? Leaving citizens to suffer?

This cannot be, you had to beg them to come back if so. Your mind registered, though before you could attempt to convince the two, they had already beat you to it. And it seemed like they read your mind because before you could vocalize your concern, Builderman held a hand up and shook his head

"No can do.. if we had tha option to do so, we would've been back a long time champ"

Sensing your confusion, he went into detail about the circumstances you guys were stuck in. And from what you understood, the two along with more have been stuck in this.. cabin for some time now, or well they couldn't give a specific time because there wasn't even a calendar!

The news obviously left you in disbelief and a state of denial, the concept of it sounded otherworldly, impossible even. This wasn't adding up in the coding you had and you could've sworn trying to even entertain the smidge of the idea had your circuits frying. You hastily exited the cabin, or what they referred to as the 'safe zone'.

This couldn't be..! Your program desperately tried to deny the unbelievable, you profusely scanned the area multiple times in an attempt of searching for retrieving the name and place of where you currently were but to no avail, it was a failure. You could feel heat pooling up within your body from overheating and you needed to calm down now before it got worse and you were left in the dark again

But before you passed out, you heard a faint echo of a timid voice behind you, calling out to you. You turned around but from the sudden motion, you instead collapsed. The last thing you saw was worry and shock etched onto that person's face, along with a burger hat with a noob on top that made them easily different from others

REBOOTING.. You woke up to a place unfamiliar again, yet there was someone who's face was mere inches away from yours. Seeing you come online caused a nervous smile to grace his face. From the small bar of signal you had, you managed to gather basic information about him online. Such as his name and age

"Oh thank telamon— y-you're alright.. I wasn't sure if my skills were enough in the predicament you were in.."

"You should uh.. be good now though! I fixed some lines in your coding"

He let out a sigh of relief, before he leaned back, bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck. A series of mumbling left his mouth mixed with criticism towards your creators skills, you couldn't help but feel clear disdain yet you obviously couldnt vocalize them. Not when you owed him one for helping you back there

Although your distaste for his choice of words was obvious as he felt your glare pierce a hole in his head. The air suddenly grew heavy. 007n7 Stood up hastily, a spew of incoherent words that sounded like apologies before ultimately trying to leave. Yet you denied him the option so, you clutched his wrist in a tight grip that had him trembling. The brunette was expecting harsh words but what came next was far different from it, instead the words that left your mouth was a request.

A request that asked for his knowledge about this 'Hell' Builderman claimed it to be, which ultimately shocked you too. Those words came out without your usual logical line of thinking, the thing that aided you in unpredictable times like these

Fortunately for you, or thank telamon above as they say, 007n7 agreed to do so. Definitely because of the vacant stare you had at the time followed by the tight hold you had on him. Totally not.. Well whatever, he agreed to it nonetheless and he surely couldn't back out now!

A few.. Days? Weeks? Months? It was difficult to tell even when you were made out of advance technology, but you don't believe you're at fault for that, not when majority of your programming required a strong connection at the very least. All you knew was that minutes were passing and every second you weren't nearby your now friend, 007n7, the familiar heat was building up in your system

Speaking of 007n7, after awhile he seemed to finally ease up around you, which was good news! The bad news? You had to go against your program majority of the time which was to never lie just to be around him. Why, you may ask? Well simply because he was the only person who made you feel.. What robloxians referred to as 'Happy'. Despite having 'befriended' the other survivors and them being decent company, they couldn't replicate the feeling of friendship 007n7 supplied you with

This was surely against your codes but you didn't care. If anything, it only made you feel like a robloxian, not a hunk of steel that could only understand emotions but not feel them. Desires outside of banning exploiters were definitely outside what you were made for, but it only proved you were anything but just a walking vessel for the admin team. Something outside endless lines of binary codes and programming

Well, the feeling didn't last for long. Not when you found something out about your dear friend that would leave you in a wrecked state.

Builderman could no longer stand seeing a creation of his and his team hang around somebody they were coded to ban, especially when it was obvious the pair were getting closer to each other every round. So he did what he felt like he was supposed to do

You were sat down by Builderman in the living room, and the words that left his mouth had left you stunned. The person you were getting attached to, 007n7, had.. history of hacking? That wasn't something your line of codes could ignore or let pass. A surge of banning methods entered your head and your hands itched to execute them on 007n7 with no hesitation. Your hands clenched to a fist before it opened repeatedly and you felt your eye twitch

But instead of acting out on the thoughts, you held onto any semblence of self control a robot could possibly have and the good memories you were able to make with the former hacker. You grabbed a nearby pillow, walked away from the cabin filled with survivors and burrowed your face onto the plush item before you released the pent up frustration and anger you managed to gather in one sitting. Now the real question was, how were you supposed to deal with the aftermath..?

:My phone died half way so I had to write a new ending for this because i couldn't save it..

#forsaken x gender neutral reader #forsaken 007n7 x reader #forsaken/reader #forsaken x reader #gender neutral reader

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kellykadesperate · 2 days ago

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how about 84 for the prompt thingy? 😊

“Do you really think I hate you that much?”

Robert has a bloody nose. Aaron has tissue from the Woolpack gents and he stands in the pub garden ready to hand it over when Robert looks up at him with this confused bewildered expression on his face.

“The last thing I need is your pity.” Robert spits the words out.

Aaron can’t help but think that he deserves them. He sat and watched Robert square up to three lads in the pub who were after trouble. He didn’t intervene. He didn’t do or say anything until Robert was on the floor and it felt like the world was slowly ending.

There’s a difference between knowing Robert has been hurt, seeing the aftermath all over his face and then actually witnessing it.

Robert looks down at Aaron’s knuckles. They’re bloody. Aaron tries to hide them a little. Aaron threw his weight around a little after Robert wandered off, he punched out until the lads were being chucked out anyway. John will be all over the injury, he just knows it.

“It’s not pity.” Aaron decides to say.

“Guilt then.” Robert says. He just says it.

Aaron hasn’t seen this Robert for years. The bitter and angry Robert. The one who will say anything to get people to bite back.

“Guilt ‘cause the last time I was beaten up, it was when I was sent back inside. You know, when you called the police on me.”

Aaron bites at his lip to stop from crying.

“Did you hope I wouldn’t make it?”

Aaron feels the earth sort of shift on its axis. There’s many things he can live with that he’s done, that people will think about him but the idea that Robert thinks he would rather he was dead isn’t one of them.

Aaron storms forward in the beer garden, he smashes as glass in his haste and Robert’s shoulders lift in surprise.

“Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” Aaron screams right in Robert’s face. He can’t help it. He feels this rage just boil up inside him and it takes over everything else that he could ever possibly be thinking about.

For a second he isn’t married. He isn’t someone else’s at all.

This is Robert questioning him, doubting him. He doesn’t do that. Aaron’s the one who always did.

Not Robert and not like this.

“You don’t get to say that.” Aaron’s still shouting but he comes back to himself a little when Robert can’t look at him anymore.

“It’d be easier for you.” Robert says quietly.

Aaron can’t think of anything worse that could happen to him. Absolutely nothing springs to mind and it’s dark and scary but so true it feels terrifying.

“Do you really think I hate you that much?” Aaron says, and it’s a question he really needs answering right now.

Robert still won’t look at him.

“If you – if you didn’t make it, if something had happened to you, it would have finished me off n’all.” Aaron says. He isn’t gentle or kind. He’s blunt and to the point and Robert finally looks up at him.

Robert’s mouth is half open. His eyes flicker and his eyebrow arches up just slightly like he didn’t expect to hear that.

They’ve never been too good at acknowledging how deep all this really goes.

“Remember what I said when I found you in the garage that night.” Aaron doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, why he’s deciding to be so honest but he has this sixth sense with Robert some times. He knows when Robert needs to be told to do one, when he needs to be told that he’s amazing, or a prat, or the love of Aaron’s –

“How I feel about you. It’s scary.” Aaron whispers the words like they’re a secret.

He supposes it is.

Robert wipes at his nose all pathetically. He doesn’t say anything for a second.

“You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that to me.” Robert says, for both their sakes.

Aaron takes this big intake of breath, feels like he’s being told off.

“You started it, talking shit.” Aaron says. “I just needed you, out of sight.”

“Out of mind.” Robert says.

“If only.” Aaron says, and he slips up. Again.

Robert doesn’t punish him for it. In some ways, it makes it worse.

“I don’t hate you.” Aaron needs to say. If only just this once.

Robert gulps hard. “I don’t believe that.” He says, and maybe he can’t believe in anything else. “‘Cause if you didn’t, we’d be together. But we’re not.”

Aaron bites down hard on his lip. “I can’t.” He whispers. “You don’t know how bad I was, how – how nothing mattered when I lost you. I’d …”

“Rather never have me back than lose me again.” Robert decides to say it, completely reckless about the consequences it would do to Aaron’s heart.

It takes everything Aaron has not to start crying.

“If it makes it easier, you hate me and I’m only ever out for myself.” Robert decides. His nose isn’t bleeding anymore but Aaron is transfixed on the cut just below his eye. He stares at it as he tries to take in the lies they’ve agreed to tell themselves from here on it.

Aaron doesn’t move. He stays rooted on the spot until he hears someone coming.

It’s Vic and she’s shouting about the state of Robert’s face. Aaron takes the opportunity to disappear.

#thanks for the prompt!#writing prompts #robron

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diamondsinterlude · 2 days ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝

chapter one

pairing: Sammie Moore x OC (Robin Welkins)

word count — 2,345

summary — 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 1933 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 1932.

warnings — period appropriate racism, violence, trauma, use of N-word, angst, depression, ptsd, talks of sex, (idk if I’ll write smut yet but if a chapter includes it there will be a warning) pro has spell or grammar errors

authors note — please bare with me I’m not the best writer. There isn’t a lot of preacher boy/sammie fanfics and the idea just came to me one day! Please give me your thoughts, I take constructive criticism (don’t be mean please) reblog if you like it!

“You will taste the sweet taste of death, we will make beautiful music together.”

Sammie wakes up feeling like there isn’t enough breath in his lungs. These dreams are taking over his brain. The dreams about that night, the night that went from the best of his life to the worst.

Keep thinking about how in the span of a day his life completely changed. Hell all the people in the towns life had changed. He didn’t have his cousins no more. They were basically his big brothers, both being there for him in different ways despite being older than him.

Stack pushing him to do his music not just cause of the profit he would make off Sammie but because he knew the boy loved music. Convincing Smoke to give Sammie their dad’s guitar, even if the one who played it before him was evil. He knew Sammie had something special even before he opened his mouth and sung for him in that car. Smoke was an asshole especially for hitting him in the nose with that gun. But Sammie knew after all they went through that he just wanted him to have a better life than the brothers. Not just being happy but being safe most importantly. Making him think the opening night would be his last time preforming. Pushed him to not go to Chicago cause of what they experienced down there.

The people of the town didn’t have the Chows grocery stores to go to anymore, so they probably had to go to Mr. Cartwright’s store instead. Expensive ass groceries that he knows most of the black folks in town can’t even afford. Little Lisa didn’t have her parents anymore.

They didn’t have Annie for those who didn’t believe her practice was of the devil and her work helped. No remedies to help when you were sick, no lady with sweet eyes that understood that you didn’t have all the money to pay her back yet because you still had to feed your kids. Nobody to change that bottle of milk at her and Smokes babies grave anymore.

Therese had to give birth to her baby without her husband being there. All she had was her sister and her mom there. She thinks if only she hadn’t told her husband to just take the job offer Stack had for him. But she was thinking about their baby. Nobody blamed her for telling Cornbread to do it but she blamed herself.

Pearline’s husband had been asking around if anyone seen her. He thought she left him, not even knowing she went to the juke that night. Maybe if he wasn’t fucking a prostitute on the other side of town he would’ve know where she went. Her sister came down to clarksdale with her husband and kids to get her things from her house. It’s not like the bastard would treat the things she left behind good. Better someone that loved her take them. They don’t have a body to bury for the funeral.

Mary was never seen again. Her husband was going to make a trip down to Clarksdale in the couple weeks after she never came home that day. Only to be found in pieces in his own home by a family member of his when they hadn’t seen him or Mary for a while. They say it look like he was mauled an animal.

Delta Slim wasn’t playing his harmonica at the train station no more. Or even at that other juke any more. He taught Sammie that the blues was something sacred to black folks and to know the blues you have to also feel it. It’s also a way to connect back with our past and work through that hurt. He knows all about hurt now.

When the police went to the old mill to look for the group of men that had went there the morning the day before to handle the new owners of the mill. But their bodies were scattered on the outside of the building. Not knowing who murdered them.

Of course because of the murders and disappearances tensions were high in town. Those with skin pale as paper and European features believing that black people in town did it. Blaming random black people for the murder of their family members. While the black people in the town realize that getting justice for their missing family members would give them the same fate as them they realized the only thing they could do was grieve.

Maybe it was a good thing Sammie left. imagine what would happen if certain people knew he was at the juke joint the night before and was the only one around after.

Sammie doesn’t think he could stay there anyways after leaving that church. He knows his mother would open the door for him, he just knew his father would close the door before she could tell him he could come in. It’s hard to keep faith after seeing what he saw that night and the dreams he has every other night makes him think about it all over again. When he wakes up from the dreams he almost always wakes up just before Remmick bites him. Still feeling that sting in his scar from the initial scratch. With that feeling he gets up and starts getting ready for work.

It took a while to get settled in Chicago for Sammie. Working odd jobs before working at a steel mill 30 minutes from where he lived at always taking multiple buses to work. Did he make a lot of money? No not at all but he made enough to pay his room he was renting out.

He stayed with a family of 5 in a Chicago apartment. Well not even a room really an old folding bed in a room he had to share with the families oldest son. Bobby, 12 years old not the best company coming when your coming home from a late night shift and you have a kid ranting to you about how he’s sick of being a babysitter, he thinks his mom is pregnant again because she was being more grouchy today(she was having a bad day) or that he’s tired of thing in this small ass apartment.

‘You and me, too kid.’ Sammie always thought. But usually when Bobby would go on his tangents, he would hope him acting sleep would get him to stop talking…he wouldn’t. He wish he could afford his own place even though the James family were nice people..mostly.

Sammie doesn’t think Mr.James likes him very much. But living with five other people is a lot. He should be used to it though with him and his many siblings living with him and his parents in their small house back at home. He had hoped he would be abled to afford his own place but with how much he was making he would have to work for years before seeing a pay increase.

So he gets up every morning at 5. No later than 5:20 though. if he’s not in the bathroom washing up before Doris from down the hall gets there, she takes 30-40 minutes in the bathroom. he will be completely off schedule, And if he’s completely off schedule he’s late for the bus if he’s late for the bus he’s late for work most likely.

After getting up for the day and thankfully beating Doris to the bathroom Mrs.James is usually awake by then. Making coffee and toast for both of them, she’s an early morning riser. Only quiet she can get with three kids and another on the way, she found out just the other day. She doesn’t mind Sammie being up with her because he’s usually quiet too this early.

“I guess Bobby was right this time around.” Sammie said with a look of surprise after she had told him during their morning routine. After he finished eating and drinking his coffee he would head to the bus stop up the street to catch the bus coming at 5:45 am.

Waiting for the bus the humidity was already making you sweat. With people standing at the stop with him fanning their selves. While it is hot especially for almost 6 in the morning, to Sammie he knows these people will always take Chicago summer heat over Mississippi heat any day. The south in the summer is always a lot.

Getting on the bus and taking his seat in the very back row after getting on he usually always just leans against the window before getting off at the stop he knows he needs to get off at before walking to the other.

One or two stops into the bus ride a sound has him pulling his head up from the window. A beautiful sound. Looking up he looks around the bus trying to figure out where that sound is coming from. After two seconds he finds what’s making it or who is making that sound. He sees a woman with brown skin and brown hair slicked in a bun looking ready for work.

Can’t make out what’s she’s humming but she sounds nice. The little bit of humming draws his attention while bringing comfort. Almost like she knew he was studying her while she was looking out the window she turns looking around the bus before locking eyes on him. They stare at each other for a second before he looks away. Feeling a little embarrassed for getting caught staring at her so hard she could feel it. But she keeps looking at him while he tries to turn back to the window in his seat acting like he couldn’t see her.

‘Cmon Sammie just three more stops before you have to get off.’ He said to himself in his head.

The bus stopped at another stop again with people getting on the bus. as people are finding their seats she gives hers up to a older woman walking further into the bus and sits in the first open seat she finds. which happens to be next to him.

As the bus movies again she stares at the side of his face. Now she was the one who started to study him.

“Were you watching me a couple minutes ago?” She wasn’t mad about it he could tell by her tone just asking a question.

“Yes ma’am I was, only because I heard you.”

“You heard me, huh?”

“Yeah, sounded nice”

“Nice? I wasn’t even singing lyrics”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t sound nice.” A smile comes up and off his face before you could see it if you weren’t looking at him. But she saw it.

“Was I loud?” She says turning her head to the side to try and see his face fully to gage his reaction. But he still has his head turned against the window

“No ma’am I think it’s just when you hear something on a quiet bus you usually look for who’s making the sound.” Sammie shrugs

The woman nods her head before responding again

“What’s your name?” She fully turns to him in her seat, her knee hitting his in her turn. Pulling her hand out for him to shake with a smile on her face.

“Preacher Boy.” He responded staying in his same position but nodding his head to her.

“Well Preacher Boy last time I checked it was poor manners to not look at someone in the eyes when they greet you with a hand shake.”

With this Sammie turns to look at her fully. She was even prettier up close, could see her pretty wide brown eyes and full lips. For the few seconds looking at her he noticed how her brown eyes widened a bit at his face. With this she could fully see the scar left on him from that night. Not feeling the best when people stare at his scar too long he gives her hand a nice shake quick before turning back to the window.

Realizing she made him uncomfortable with her stare. the lady with no name so far tries to make him comfortable again.

“I’m sorry for staring so hard that wasn’t nice of me.” She winces

“It’s okay”

“It’s obviously not so I’m gonna apologize.”

Still turned his way she says “At least you’re still handsome with that scar on your face.”

This makes Sammie turn back to her with raised eyebrows. She looks back at him with a smile. Her smile had her lips turn up and pushed her cheeks up making her eyes a little smaller. He snorts then gives her a smile back.

Leaning back in the seat, feeling more comfortable with talking to her again “So you think I’m handsome.

“ Don’t get cocky now!” She says after giggling, looking at him with an smile that was bigger than the last smile..

“ You on your way to work also?”

“Yeah I’m covering for my friend, came down with a fever. Don’t think this heat and having an old white woman bitch about how you didn’t clean her couch good enough is good for making her feel better.”

“Makes sense”

They talk for a while, enjoying the conversation between each other. He liked talking to her, she had this pretty voice where you would’ve thought she would start singing at any second. He’s sure she could sing just on how she sounded humming when he originally heard her. She brought up his voice saying he sounded like a much older man, than he looked.

“How old are ya? He asked

“Didn’t your mother teach you to never ask a lady her age?” She replies with a raised brow.

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine I’m turning 21 this year.”

“So am I, like you said we are the same age. With me being 20 right now, I’ll have to voice of a grown man. Because that’s what I am”

“You just have a baby face though!”

“So do you.”

After the conversation goes on for a while longer she looks out the window. “ Oh this is my stop coming up.” She says while gathering her stuff up before pausing raising her hand again.

“ it was nice meeting you preacher boy, I hope I’ll see you around!” This time he shakes her raised hand with a slower handshake almost like he wants it to last. Much better than the quick one he gave her before.

“It was nice meeting you too.” He admires her beauty one last time before the bus comes to a stop and she grabs her bag once more and starts to get off the bus with the two other people getting off.

As she’s getting off Sammie realizes something

“Hey-“ when he goes to say something, she takes her foot off the bus and starts walking in the opposite direction of the bus.

He forgot to ask her for her name..

author’s note — thank you @dangerslutx for helping me with some ideas with writing this! see you next chapter! It’s not letting me tag everyone so let me know if I just didn’t spell your name right. I’m gonna try to figure the issue out. Also let me know if you wanna join the taglist. 🫶🏽

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concretejunglefm · 2 days ago

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hiya your writing is so awesome, I read your fics every day! I'm pretty sad and in my feels so I'd like to make a request, but feel free to ignore if it's too mushy - since noah's become so buff and healthier and even fixed his teeth, reader feels insecure (small body, very out of shape, crooked teeth, the works) and feels like she/they can't keep up with him

Firstly, I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, but you’re beautiful no matter what, bb. Always remember that. Secondly, I hope you like this little blurb 💕

Noah is changing, not in a bad way, he seems healthier, happier. You’re seeing changes in him you could have never imagined years ago, from his looks to his overall confidence. It’s as if he’s evolved into a new person, someone who has finally found himself amidst the chaos and uncertainty he’s lived in for so long, even longer than you’ve known him, and while you certainly benefit from the change—his brighter energy, his new habits, you can’t help the worry that creps in. As if, one day, you won’t be enough in his eyes anymore.

“What’s wrong?” Noah asks, catching you huffing into the mirror one day as you tug at your clothes.

There’s nothing wrong with them, not really, but they don’t feel right. They don’t sit the way you want them to, and lately, you’ve been scrutinizing the way you look a little too much.

“Nothing,” you mumble, turning to face him. He’s standing there, sweaty from another workout, and your brow raises slightly.

You shift on the spot, arms crossing over your chest. “You keep this up, I might need to start going to the gym just to keep up with you.” You try to keep your voice level, forcing a bit of humor into it.

“Oh yeah?” Noah teases, the corners of his mouth pulling into a faint grin as he steps toward you. “You wanna come work out with me?”

That wasn’t what you’d meant. Not really. You twist your lips, biting the corner before shrugging. “Do you think I need to go?”

A loaded question. One he could easily get wrong.

Noah seems to catch the gravity of it. He pauses, hands settling gently at your hips as he leans back just enough to look at you, head tilting, eyes filled with something soft—a mix of adoration and concern, like he’s trying to read your thoughts before you speak them.

“I don’t think you need to do anything,” he says carefully. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He tries to coax you closer, but you stay leaning back slightly, so he settles for holding your hips, leaning in instead.

“I just…” You sigh, your gaze dropping to his chest, forehead resting against the sweat-soaked fabric of his t-shirt.

“I just feel like maybe I’m not gonna be good enough. Like you’re outgrowing me.”

Your hand moves to pick at the hem of his shirt while he looks down at you, brow furrowed, quietly taking in your words.

“Because I’m working out?” he asks softly.

“Because you’re doing things to better yourself. And what if one day you decide another way to do that is…”

“Without you?” he finishes for you.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, a soft “yeah” slipping between your lips.

“Baby,” he breathes, and his hands move up to cradle your face, tilting your head so you’re fully looking at him. “I’m doing this because I want to be better for you.” His thumbs brush gently along your cheeks.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How amazing? I’ve spent so much time trying to keep up with you. Wanting to be someone good enough—for you, but also for me. And when I look at you, I see someone who loved me at my worst. Who stayed when I was the worst version of myself—at least in my own eyes.” He exhales, voice thick with emotion. “And now… now I feel like I can give you more. Be more. So I’m not outgrowing you. I’m not leaving you behind. I’m doing all of this for us. For our future together. Okay?”

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, brushing the softest kiss to your lips.

You mumble an “okay” against his mouth, body sinking into his, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he holds you close, hands still cradling your face like you’re something precious, because to him, you are.

#anon ask 💕#bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fluff #bad omens fluff #noah sebastian blurb #bad omens blurb #noah sebastian x reader #concretejunglefm fics

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fawndrip · 2 days ago

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 build a fic! 　ﾟ･｡･

(pick a quote + a feeling + a trope ! let’s see what fic you end up with.)

author's addition: this lil build-a-fic is inspired by @scealaiscoite ’s adorable idea ! her prompt lists are literal perfection. go stalk her blog pls she’s the best ever 🧸

— a quote !

☆ “stop smiling like that. it’s distracting.”

☆ “you make it really hard to stay just friends.”

☆ “why does it feel like a goodbye?”

☆ “you’re blushing.” — “no i’m not.”

☆ “just friends don’t look at each other like that.”

☆ “i missed you. that’s all.”

☆ “you remember the little things. that’s what gets me.”

☆ “tell me to stay. and i will.”

☆ “my hand fits so perfectly in yours. it's like i'm made for you”

☆ “do you want me to leave?” — “no. i want you to stay forever.”

☆ “i think i knew it was you. even back then.” — “then stay.” — “but that's the thing. i don't know if i know you anymore.”

☆ “i don’t know how to stop wanting you.”

☆ “this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t.”

☆ “you’re not just anyone. you’re you.”

☆ “if we kiss now, everything changes.” — “i know but that's a risk i'm willing to take.”

☆ “i’ve been in love with you since the night we met.”

☆ “tell me it meant nothing. lie if you have to.”

☆ “i was easy to leave, wasn’t i?”

☆ “you don’t get to miss me now. you lost that right when we broke up.”

☆ “say something. anything. please.”

☆ “i loved you. that should’ve been enough.”

☆ “i wish i didn’t remember everything.”

☆ “don’t look at me like you still care.”

☆ “i’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

☆ “you said forever. i believed you.”

☆ “if you didn’t mean it, why did you say it?”

☆ “you chose them. you always do.”

☆ “i don’t hate you. i just wish i’d never met you.”

☆ “you let me go like i was nothing.”

☆ “please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

☆ “are you sure? cause whatever this is it doesn’t feel like love.”

☆ “it’s always been you. i just didn’t know how to say it.”

☆ “say that again. i dare you.”

☆ “you really don’t see it, do you?”

☆ “i think i like you. like, like like you.”

☆ “do you always look at people like that?”

☆ “you make it really hard to think straight.”

☆ “oh my god. you’re blushing.”

☆ “this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t.”

☆ “i should’ve kissed you when i had the chance.”

☆ “you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting.”

☆ “you make me nervous in the best way.”

☆ “every time you look at me, i forget what i was saying.”

☆ “just admit it. you like me.”

☆ “if you don’t kiss me right now, i might explode.”

☆ “you’re dangerously good at that smile.”

— a feeling !

♡ longing ♡ comfort ♡ fear ♡ hope ♡ guilt ♡ joy ♡ jealousy ♡ trust ♡ confusion ♡ safety ♡ regret ♡ tenderness ♡ ache ♡ peace ♡ want ♡ yearning ♡ hesitation ♡ betrayal ♡ relief ♡ pride ♡ vulnerability ♡ nostalgia ♡ admiration ♡ disbelief ♡ grief ♡ devotion ♡ loneliness ♡ warmth ♡ embarrassment ♡ desire

— a trope !

☾ only one bed ☾ mutual pining ☾ fake dating gone real ☾ friends to lovers ☾ strangers to almosts ☾ found family ☾ rivals with tension ☾ the “oh” moment ☾ confessions at 2am ☾ sunshine x grump ☾ forbidden ☾ hurt/comfort ☾ secretly in love ☾ reunion after years ☾ accidental domesticity ☾ slow burn ☾ “just friends” denial ☾ second chances ☾ love letters never sent ☾ childhood friends ☾ exes ☾ soulmates who don’t believe in fate ☾ enemies on the same side ☾ sleep talking confessions ☾ one falling first, the other falling harder ☾ patching up wounds with shaky hands ☾ “who did this to you?” ☾ dancing in the kitchen ☾ jealousy over nothing (but also everything) ☾ late-night phone calls ☾ caught in the rain ☾ almost kissing but someone interrupts ☾ waking up next to them ☾ fixing each other’s tie/collar ☾ taking care of them while they’re sick

GIVE CREDITS TO @iamgonnagetyouback / @fawndrip

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crossdressingdeath · 1 day ago

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I mean there were also rumours that they were ruling the country through King Markus while he was still alive. That's literally what got Cassandra's parents killed, they tried to rebel against him for being a Mortalitasi puppet. Cassandra also explains who the successors are: her family, and there are a lot of them. In DAI Cassandra is seventy-eighth in line for the throne, this is not a country short on successors unless someone has been a very busy assassin since the last time it came up. Although individual Mortalitasi have been caught trying to assassinate potential successors before; see Murder by Death Mages in Tevinter Nights, a story which notably also mentions that a common concern in Nevarra among those that don't think the Mortalitasi are saints sent by the Maker to prevent civil war is that they intend to take advantage of the chaos to openly take over. We don't find out which is true and personally I doubt either of them entirely are—in that story there was a plan by a man who hated the Mortalitasi to blame them for the recent assassinations committed by him, but it turns out that his assassin didn't carry out the assassinations because an actual Mortalitasi found out about it and thought it sounded like a great idea—but it's notable that both are a widespread belief. This is probably part of the reason why people keep trying to assassinate Markus; there's no shortage of potential heirs and the ones closest to the top are absolutely not going to be happy about the fact that the Mortalitasi are puppeting their father/grandfather/uncle/great-uncle/whatever's corpse to prevent any of them from taking the position.

Now the succession is a concern, Markus never actually named an heir (which is why people are worried about the Mortalitasi openly taking over on his death), but that's not hugely relevant to the "hey the Mortalitasi maybe should not be puppeting the king's corpse on account of how they do not in fact have the right to be doing that and it's creating increasing amounts of civil unrest" discussion. "The alternative would be bad" doesn't make the current situation good. We don't know if the people and nobility of Nevarra would be happy with whoever ends up on the throne, but we know they're not happy with the current situation! A king does not get at least two attempted rebellions (and it is really important to remember that at least one of those attempted rebellions was a direct result of him being seen as a Mortalitasi puppet; that was almost certainly while he was still alive given he got controlled with blood magic over a decade after that point during DAI, so if we assume that there's any truth to that—and we're given no reason to doubt it—the Mortalitasi were trying to rule through him well before "but what happens if we admit he's dead and there has to be a successor" was a concern) and at least twenty attempted assassinations aimed at him if he's doing a bang-up job. Especially not when those rebellions and assassinations have all failed; twenty failed assassinations by the Crows alone is beginning to look a lot like desperation! And it really doesn't help that Markus was known to be of "weak health and uncertain sanity" (World of Thedas v1) even prior to his death. This is not a man a group that was genuinely primarily concerned with stabilizing the country would want to keep on the throne, is what I'm saying. If they cared about that first and foremost they would've found a successor decades ago when Markus's mind started to go.

Also I'm gonna be real, it's very... simplistic thinking to say "if the Mortalitasi are secretly running the country by puppeting the king's corpse that makes them the same as Tevinter except goth". I mean, it's not the same situation at all. The mages in Tevinter aren't secretly doing shit, they just run the country. They're not the equivalent of the Mortalitasi, they're the equivalent of the Nevarran nobility and the king (presumably minus the corpse puppet bit). You may as well say Ferelden and Orlais are the exact same because they're both run by non-mages. Don't fall for the Chantry's "if mages have power it'll become a Tevinter situation" line! The Mortalitasi are going for more of a "secret shadow government/morally questionable advisor running the nation from behind the scenes" deal whereas the Magisterium is just in power as the noble class. Very different things. Orlais is the country basically the same as Tevinter, the presence or absence of magic is not the deciding factor.

And also, here's the really important bit: it's completely fine that the Mortalitasi are running a shadow government via King Corpse Puppet to give themselves power. It's great in fact. Can we give the morally ambiguous necromancers some love, here? Let them be a little fucked up! It's delightful that they're a little fucked up! You don't need to try to justify it as actually good! This fandom needs to get over the idea that a faction has to be seen as either completely unambiguously good or completely unambiguously evil, the Mourn Watch can be Undead University and also part of a larger organization that's been trying to control the king since before he died and took advantage of his death to really lock in their power over the government. It's a fantasy land where monarchies are treated as good things and every protagonist has a triple-digit body count, the Mourn Watch doesn't have to be keeping to strictly above board modern morality to be on the morally good side of the equation.

Y'know I love the Mourn Watch's corpse puppet king as much as the next person but where are my horror fics. "The necromancers are puppeting the king's corpse so that they can rule the country in all but name and everyone knows they're doing it but no one can do anything about it and they just keep throwing assassins at it because they don't know what else to do but it keeps getting up again" is such a delicious horror concept.

#dragon age #it's genuinely hilarious seeing people insist they want grey morality in a fandom that keeps trying to justify any bad thing their faves do #as Actually Good #or demonize anything the characters/factions they don't like do as Pure Evil #like gang c'mon let the necromancers puppeting the king's corpse after at least one rebellion that happened because they were ruling #through him be a little morally messed up. they don't have to be secretly doing it for Good Reasons #and there's no evidence they are

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 1 day ago

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I think that if the Optimus from Transformers One were to ever meet a human, it would be perfect for him to have a child as a guide or companion on Earth — like Spike, Sari, Sam, and so on. Someone with the wonder and kindness of childhood, who wouldn’t be afraid of Optimus and would want to learn more about him. That gentleness could help rekindle the war-weary spark within Optimus. I just want to see him holding an adorable little boy in his hands 🥺🤲💙

☆ Optimus w/ a human child || drabble

funnily enough i'm already working on a request very similar to that haha. i do mostly Cybertronian reader but i'm not giving up on an idea i find intriguing. i jus gotta disagree with you on sam witwicky though cause he was... a very, very strange teenager but again, most humans in the bayverse are insane.

i get what you mean— Optimus in general is father material. no matter which continuity so i can definitely see TFO Optimus doing the same. it would be absolutely adorable to see him care for a human kid or even adopt one. also, i'm pretty sure he could because Star Saber has an adopted child in TF:Victory so its not a totally new idea to Transformers.

it would be the most wholesome father-child relationship ever. i can imagine Optimus learning more about humans through the kid, understanding human culture and what it means to be human. and i feel like Optimus would absolutely LOVE answering each and every question his little guide would have for him. the curiosity sort of reminds him of how he used to be back in the mines. ah, good(?) old times of being exploited by a treacherous Prime.

he's chuckling as they ask him what he adds to his petrol to make it taste better. but then panicking a little when he realizes the kid's tasted petrol before otherwise there's no way they would've known it tastes bad. they gotta explain themselves to him now.

also, i think the only group of people who wouldn't freak out when seeing a giant alien robot would be children; more specifically, children who are into mecha shows. so it would absolutely not feel very absurd to a kid. hence why i kinda like how its mostly kids who are a transformers human companion in most TF shows.

bonus if they make OP watch mecha anime with them. Optimus has a lot of questions. he'd first be so concerned and think its the Cybertronian equivalent of gore with how the mecha suits open up but then the kid explains it to him and he'd just go "oh.".

Optimus would definitely carry them around in his giant servos and show them around a Cybertronian Starship. he'd be too scared about the little kid being crushed by giant mechanical parts.

it would be a reminder to him that no matter how bleak the war gets, its all worth it because he's fighting for all sentient life, for all the good and innocence in this world. despite the harsh brutality of war, there's always innocence and goodness on the other side.

Optimus asking the child to stay put while he goes kick Decepticon aft while the kid peeks to watch the fight with absolute awe and wonder, it's just like the videogames. cue a slightly flustered Optimus feeling unsure on what to feel about a kid idolizing him and bombarding him with questions.

the wholesomeness would be diabetes inducing.

but it would be tragic too cause when Optimus finds out about human lifespans and how quickly we grow up as compared to a Transformer who can only grow up, mature in a mental sense which in and of itself takes thousands of years— it would be spark-breaking.

i also think that oppy would be very intrigued by the concept of childhood given Cybertronians don't exactly have a childhood. what is it like to be a child? to be innocent and free? Optimus will never know. closest thing he can imagine is how he used to be liked before finding out that his entire world was a lie, when he found out the truth about Sentinel Prime.

the concept of school would also be interesting for him but your classmates are more interested about the cool red truck which comes to pick you up from school because your parents are absent for plot reasons, imagine the kid flexing off Optimus' alt mode to all of their classmates like: "heh, yeah! this is my ride home." with the most smug smirk to have ever been smug.

i think at some point, for the safety of their guide, some of the other Autobots might make something similar to Coby-Bot from TF:Cybertron— a human piloted mecha suit so that the kid would walk around the Starship safely.

in short, Optimus is the dad who'd step up!!!

and i will die on that hill.

also, make sure to keep him away from the internet or else someday, he's going to ask what skibiddy toilet is

the funny part is that he wouldn't even realize he's being like a dad until someone points it out because again, Cybertronian don't exactly have parentage so they don't really have the concept of a dad, the closest i believe they would have to a 'father' in the traditional sense is a mentor.

anyway, that's just my thoughts though

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candiyaa · 2 days ago

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PLEASE DO UPPER RANKS X READER WITH REALLYYY LONG HAIRR!! TYSM I LOVE UR WORKK

(u can ignore if you want hehe)

IGNORE WHATTT?? IGNORE WHO?? NEVERRRRRRRRR for my long haired ppl here we goooooooooo

KNY UPPER RANKS WITH A LONG HAIRED S/O

Pairing : Upper Moons (1-3 + Gyutaro) + Muzan

❥ CONTENT WARNING : None ?

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈...

Thought you were some hidden nymph fairy found in the forest at first because HAIR THAT LONGGG??

Thought you were celestial.

Would catch himself combing them mindlessly then instantly stop when he realizes what he's doing (he doesn't want you to think he's THAT soft with you, when he genuinely is...)

You would often catch him staring at them.

Although that man is so stubborn and we'll never admit he wants to help you take care of them and simply touch them too.

He does anyway when you're asleep...

As you were doing your usual hair care routine, there he was at the doorway of the bathroom staring at you. He kept rambling and telling you on how you were doing this or that wrong and that even if he doesn't have hair as long as yours, he'll take better care of them than you're doing rn.

"Well then come do it, if you're so sure abt it !"

"It's certainly not my fault you're not doing it properly. Here, pass me the lotion. Know that I do it as an act of kindness for your clumsiness and not because I want to."

He definetly wanted to. It was his plan all along...

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎

Having long hair himself he's more than happy to have a s/o that he can share this similarity with (won't show it tho)

You actually helped him to let his own hair down more often too

He wasn't sure about wether it suited him or not and was a tiny bit anxious abt he idea of letting them down like that, so seeing you do it made him want to try too.

Through long and long hours of debating, your husband agreed to the idea of "matching hair days" and now some days you'll have the exact same hairstyle (the others upper ranks silently tease him abt it but think it's cute overall lol )

You introduced each other to long hair care products and always do wash days together.

He likes to comb your hair a lot and overall takes care of them himself.

Tho one thing is, for some reason it goes beyond that and that similarity feels sacred to him, like a shared secret between you and him only, meaning that he won't let NO ONE other than him touch your hair.

He often comes up with new hairstyles for you to try on just to make you happy.

As you were walking around in the castle, when Akaza stopped you, complimenting PLATONICALLY how shiny your hair were these past days, he didn't even have the time to fully reach out to touch them ( which you you agreed to ofc) that you were gone in seconds...

*swichh* Gone just like that..

"Why did you let him touch your hair", said your handsome husband pinning you to the bed with... slight hurt in his eyes.

"Well he didn't actually touch them bc you teleported me her-"

"Why."

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀

Keeps a comb in his pocket ALL THE TIME.

He randomly combs your hair like genuinely at any moment even during critical moments.

He's obsessed atp.

He likes to comb them with his fingers too, especially when you’re alone together.

He'll praise your hair like it's gold any chance he gets.

He likes to take care of them with you and is surprisingly really meticulous when it comes to it, like getting the right amount of water, the right dosage of products and all...

He even brags abt it to his cult members and by the same occasion roast them by saying :

"Which hair product do you even use for you to believe that whatever hairstyle you tried to do here looks good ? No because you should see my wife's !! But well you don't get to have such privilege... What was your story again ?"

Yes, along with that annoying smile of his..

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀

The first time you let your hair down and he saw how long your hair was, he actually went quiet.

Not because he was stunned by its beauty (even if he absolutely was), but because he was already mentally preparing to fight anyone who'll try to touch it.

OFFICIAL BODYGUARD ACTIVATED.

He's so soft when it comes to your hair , he combs them with such grace and attention you're even scared to disturb his focus during those moments...

He takes it personally if you ever come back with one SINGLE strand tangled (yh it's that deep...)

He always comes up with new hairstyles with pretty items/accesories or jewelry to make your hair pop even more like flowers, gold chains etc... (ofc he stole those if you're asking)

One time you caught him practicing hairstyles on a bundle of fabric in the middle of night. He swore it wasn’t what it looked like.

At night, he always gently run his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. He believes it'll lull you to sleep and make you have better dreams !

*him braiding your hair*

"Does it hurt when I pull here ?"

"No..."

"Okay so it does. Your "no" wasn't convincing, I'm sorry let me try again. I'll be more careful I promise..."

𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎...

THAT MANN NO HEAR ME OUT BC THAT MANNN

It's no secret that he struggles with self esteem but seeing your hair ohh he's in love...

At first you would always catch him staring at it as if he wants to touch them or comb them but never act on it

He thought touching them would make them dirty or impure when in his eyes they're so shiny and beautiful

Once you let him touch them, it was over — he was gone, head over heels, lost in it.

It even became a stress reliver, he would always comb your hair any chance he gets or whenever he feels anxious or unsure

He's surprisingly as good as Kokushibo and Akaza and has really creative spirit when it comes to creating/making new hairstyles for such long hair like yours.

*combing your hair with his fingers mindlessly*

"Oh are you okay ?" you noticing, thinking he might feel nervous again.

"For God's sake YES !"

⋆˚✿˖° Hiiii I KNOW AGHH I KNOW I'M LATE SORRY, but there it is and even more is coming I promise !! It's finally summer for me so school won't refrain me from publishing more often anymore ! I'm trying my best really 😭! And once again hope you guys liked that one, I poured my heart in it okay ??😭 xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

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