#i’ve been worried about what that means for me

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[dollishmehrayan]

# “SHE A RUNNER SHE A TRACKSTAR” ── .✦ ( batboys with an athletic!reader )

a/n: this is a request by this lovely anon (here) and secondly I want to feed you guys some good stories because I’ve been ranting so I need to work too duhh and secondly omg make sure to go vote on the poll for my 1k event, we’re at like maybe 700 votes too (I’m so impressed I ahve all these supporters mwah) but yess back to story was I feel like batboys would’ve LOVED a athletic!reader or like active exercising reader like they would love you 10x tags: (batboys x athletic!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Loves working out with you. Morning runs? Gym sessions? Acrobatic training? Dick is there, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He’s not even subtle about checking you out mid-workout, smirking when he catches you noticing. (Whether you be a Pilates princess or muscle mommy, he don’t care🙄)

Turns everything into a competition. “Bet I can do more pull-ups than you.” Spoiler: you usually win because he wants you to win, and he acts mock-offended for five minutes before admitting he totally ‘held back’ just to see you smile.

Constantly impressed by your athleticism. You pull off a new move, and he’s clapping like an over-enthusiastic coach. “Okay, that was amazing. Do it again so I can record it.”

Secretly uses you as inspiration for his own training. He sees you pushing yourself and thinks, “If she can do it, so can I.” You’ve turned him into an even more disciplined athlete (even though we are gonna be REALISTIC he already was a better one but yk I mean MOTIVATION🙂‍↔️).

Always hyping you up. You’re worried about nailing a performance or event? Dick’s leaning in close, whispering, “You’re incredible. You’ve got this.” He’s the boyfriend screaming your name from the stands when you win.

JASON TODD ── .✦

Pretends he doesn’t care, but he’s obsessed. Jason will act all casual when you’re training, but you’ve caught him sneaking glances when you’re sparring or lifting. “What? I’m just making sure you’re not slacking.” “Sure jason, sure…”

Loves sparring with you. He does hold back (much), but the second you get the upper hand, he’s laughing and saying, “Okay, okay, maybe I underestimated you.”

Always has your back. If you’re dealing with an injury or overtraining, Jason’s the first to step in with tough love. “You’re not invincible. Take a break before you actually hurt yourself.” “Shut up.”

Teases you nonstop. You hit a personal best, and he’s like, “Not bad for a rookie.” But the second someone else downplays your achievements, Jason’s throwing hands.

Casual gym dates. You two will hit the gym together, but half the time, he’s too distracted by you to finish his own set. “Stop looking so good while you’re working out. It’s distracting.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tries to keep up but struggles. Tim’s more of a strategist than an athlete, so when you suggest running a marathon together, he’s immediately regretting every life choice. “Do we… really need to run this far?” (He starts limping at the beginning and then catches speed but it’s so funny to picture him limping idk??🥲) “Tim are you drunk?!” “What- no!” *cue him starting to run faster then you*

Admires your dedication. Tim doesn’t always understand why you push yourself so hard, but he respects it. “You’re incredible, you know that? I don’t think I could ever do what you do.” “Tim your literally one of the best martial artists what do you mean??”

Becomes your unofficial manager. He’s the one keeping track of your schedules, meal plans, and recovery days, making sure you don’t overwork yourself. “You’ve got a rest day tomorrow. Don’t argue.”

Loves watching you train. He’s not one to join in, but he’ll sit on the sidelines with his laptop, occasionally glancing up to watch you nail a move. When you catch him, he blushes and mutters, “I’m just… making sure you’re okay.”

Finds your athleticism insanely attractive. He’ll never admit it, but watching you take down an opponent or finish a grueling workout leaves him speechless. (He does the same but at night when your sleeping)

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Impressed but never says it outright. Damian will cross his arms and say, “Acceptable,” after you crush a workout, but the faint smirk on his face tells you he’s proud.

Pushes you to your limits. If you train together, prepare for no mercy. “You wanted to be better, didn’t you? Then stop complaining and try again.” He’s tough, but he knows you can handle it.

Secretly brags about you. Someone mentions physical skill, and Damian’s like, “My significant other is far superior to anyone here.” It’s his way of saying he’s proud without being mushy.

Enjoys sparring with you. He loves the challenge you bring, even if he won’t admit it. If you manage to land a hit, he’ll begrudgingly mutter, “Impressive. But don’t get cocky.”

Surprisingly protective. If anyone makes a snide comment about your athleticism, Damian’s glare alone is enough to make them rethink their life choices.

[kjack89]

New year, same bullshit. I’m sorry I’ve been so MIA, friends, but I hope you accept this drabble as an explanation of sorts. Love you all ❤️

“Should I be worried?”

Grantaire’s eyes flicker up to Enjolras’s, his cereal spoon halfway to his mouth. “Do you mean, like, in general?” he asks. “Because I mean, like, it’s 2025. And we’re all fucked. So.”

He sticks his spoon in his mouth and shrugs. Enjolras doesn’t smile. “That’s on me for not being more specific, I guess,” he says, scrubbing a hand across his mouth before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You’re not painting.”

Grantaire swallows. “Well, no,” he allows, “mainly because I’m eating breakfast at the moment.”

“Be serious.”

Grantaire’s lips twitch. “It’s somewhat less funny when you know it’s coming.”

Enjolras arches an eyebrow. “And yet that’s never stopped you before.”

“Fair.” Grantaire twirls his spoon between his fingers before pronouncing, like the well-worn, inside joke it had become, “I am wild.”

Almost certainly despite himself, Enjolras smiles, just slightly. “Yeah, you are,” he agrees. “But you’re also not painting.”

Grantaire’s answering smile fades. “Could be,” he says, a little sullenly. “It’s not like you’re around enough to know.”

It’s a low blow and he knows it, but Enjolras doesn’t flinch. “Maybe not but we live in a late capitalist surveillance state so I have my ways of finding out.”

“Well, well, well, typical white man, complaining about the system except for when it directly benefits you.”

“Yep,” Enjolras says. “Are you going to keep deflecting? Because I can do this all day.”

For a moment, Grantaire’s tempted to take him up on it, to see just how long he’ll actually allow this to drag on. It’d almost certainly be good fun, and it isn’t like Grantaire’s got anything better to do.

But he can also see that Enjolras is genuinely worried, can see it in the tightness of his shoulders and the lines at the corners of his eyes that he tries to claim aren’t crow’s feet because he’s not old enough to have crow’s feet. And considering Grantaire’s previous point about all of the other things that are almost certainly more worth Enjolras’s worry, he supposes he owes him at least a semblance of the truth.

“Yes, I haven’t been painting,” he says, dipping his spoon in his bowl of cereal and stirring it, mostly to give himself something to do with his hands. “No, you shouldn’t be worried.”

Enjolras nods like he didn’t really expect a different answer. “Are you depressed again?”

Enjolras’s bluntness, characteristic though it may be, still startles a laugh from Grantaire. He sighs and looks down at his cereal bowl. “There’s not really a way to say this that won’t worry you.”

When he sneaks a glance at him, Enjolras meets his eyes evenly. “Try me.”

Grantaire jerks a shrug. “I’ve never really not been depressed,” he admits, which isn’t really a dirty secret so he’s not entirely sure why he’s saying it like it is.

Maybe because he really doesn’t want Enjolras to worry. They don’t talk about this, really, other than for Enjolras to reiterate more times than Grantaire can count that he’s always there to listen if ever Grantaire wants or needs to talk.

He knows that Grantaire’s in therapy, and takes meds, and had some very low lows previously, but Grantaire’s never felt the need to fill him in on the specifics.

It was depressing enough living it the first time.

He made that joke, such as it was, to his therapist, who didn’t laugh. “Do you frequently feel like you’re a burden to your loved ones?” she asked in response.

Of course Grantaire does, but again, he won’t tell Enjolras that.

Enjolras taps his fingers on the table, the way he does when he’s deciding on the best plan of attack or how to most effectively dismantle whatever asinine argument Grantaire’s brought up. “I thought you were doing better,” he says hesitantly after a moment.

He doesn’t pitch it as a question but Grantaire still nods. “I was.”

“What happened?” Enjolras asks, before pausing and asking, “Did something happen?”

Grantaire sighs and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “It doesn’t always work that way,” he says. “It’s not always triggered by something happening.”

Enjolras’s brow furrows. “Right,” he says shortly, something like disappointment flitting across his expression.

It took Grantaire a very long time when they got together to realize that this kind of disappointment isn’t aimed at him, but at a problem Enjolras can’t fix, an enemy he can’t fight.

At least, not directly.

He clears his throat. “But in this case, I think probably everything over the past few months played at least a contributory role, shall we say.”

True though it is, he mostly says it for Enjolras’s sake. Enjolras just nods slowly. “Are you not painting because your depression is bad again?”

Grantaire exhales sharply. “I’ve painted a lot while depressed.”

Enjolras’s expression doesn’t shift. “Another excellent deflection.”

Grantaire barks a laugh and scrubs both hands across his face. “You know me too fucking well.”

“Or just well enough.”

Grantaire lowers his hands and sighs again. He doesn’t quite meet Enjolras’s eyes as he says, “Every time I go try to paint…it’s like I can’t see it anymore, you know?” Enjolras almost certainly doesn’t know, but he’s struggling to put it into words in a way he can understand. “Like I can’t picture it in my mind, how I want it to look, or how to get there. It’s– it’s like trying to paint in fog.”

It’s not an exact metaphor, but it’ll do.

Enjolras nods slowly. “But I don’t need to be worried.”

“No,” Grantaire says, before wrinkling his nose. “Yes? I never know what the correct response is.” Enjolras just gives him a look, and Grantaire tells him, “No, you don’t need to be worried.” He pauses, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before telling Enjolras with an almost tired conviction, “It’ll come back. It always has.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Enjolras asks.

Grantaire cracks a smile. “Then you can worry.”

Enjolras takes a deep breath. “Ok,” he says simply.

Grantaire eyes him resignedly. “You’re going to worry anyway, aren’t you?”

A smile twitches at the corners of Enjolras’s mouth. “Newsflash, asshole, I’ve been worried this whole time,” he says dryly, and Grantaire’s smile widens at the quote.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Enjolras’s smile disappears.

“What? Why?”

Grantaire shakes his head, mostly because he knows Enjolras won’t like his explanation. “Because you shouldn’t have to—”

Sure enough, Enjolras cuts him off with a scowl, though his voice is gentle as he tells him, “That ship I’m pretty sure sailed when I fell in love with you. Or, frankly, probably a good deal sooner than that.”

There are so many things that Grantaire wants to say that, but he can’t bring himself to. Instead, he stretches his hand across the table and tells Enjolras, sincerely, “I love you.”

Enjolras takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I know,” he says softly. “I love you, too.” He squeezes Grantaire’s hand before adding, “I hope it comes back soon.”

“Yeah,” Grantaire agrees. “So do I.”

[fandomscombine]

Sorry, Bossman

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

BG: When a Sunday morning in with your secret boyfriend turned into a sudden work meeting. Will the early morning grogginess cause a slip up? Especially since the except profilers have noticed your recent lateness?

A/N: Wanted to be secretive on who the reader’s pairing would be but I has to properly tag the fic - so just pretend you didn’t know the reader’s S.O. is Aaron Hotchner in the first few paragraphs okay? Lol

Anyway, it’s my second ever Aaron Hotchner fic. Still coming around to perfection his tone and essence.I hope you enjoy this sweet fluffy fic!

WC: 1034

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

It’s Sunday morning and you can feel the rays of sunshine seeping through your bedroom curtain. The team has just gotten back from a week-long grueling case Friday night and you’ve missed the feeling of being in your own bed. Saturday was spent lounging around being a homebody as your mind and body recharges - your plans for today? To linger in this bliss and let the real world slip away.

You roll over, back now towards your window. With eyes still closed, you lazily extend your arm until you find a warm presence. A soft chuckle fills the room as you snuggle closer to your partner. “Hmm morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, my love” You reply. Voice muffled as you place a kiss on his chest. Your head finds solace as a steady heartbeat enters your ear. Wanting nothing more, than to stay in this moment longer. 

But in true universe fashion, it decides that a one day break is more than enough. 

The bed dips and you feel a cold breeze brush through your body as the blanket is moved. You keep your eyes closed, silently pleading this is just a part of a dream and that when you wake up you get to have Sunday home.

“Yes, I’ll have my team notified and in the office within the hour.” 

The words flow muffled into your ears - the pillow doing little to discard the reality of it all. 

A hand comes up your arm, he knows you’re not a morning person but work can’t wait. “Come on sweetheart, we’ve got a case”

You groan, there’s no way you can say no to him - especially when you’re in the receiving end of his soft eyes.  But that doesn’t mean you can tease him to get a few more moments in bed. “Sorry, bossman hasn’t called me yet.” 

He gives you his signature pointed stare and gives into your play. Your ringtone fills the room, the caller ID “Agent Hotchner” illuminates the screen officially calling you in for the case.

“Alright, alright.” Accepting surrender as you mute your phone. 

“Thanks.” Aaron reaches out his hand to help you off the bed. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Something quick, a sandwich maybe? I still have to get home and repack my go bag.”

Aaron stares a bit confused.

“Cause we went straight here after the case? And I’ve been wearing your clothes” Gesturing to what you currently have on - Aaron’s beloved brown half zip sweater and his boxers. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” There’s just something completely domestic about wearing Aaron’s clothes. Not worrying about looking perfect and being wrapped in Aaron’s home life. You can’t help but smile at the normality of it all.

“Right, it got me thinking” Aaron steps closer, grabbing your waist. “Maybe we should get you a drawer, you know since you practically live here half the time.”

He is about a head taller than you, so you wrap your arms around his neck as stability. Biting your lips to stop your heart from racing and the premature grin that’s threatening to take over, you ask. “Aaron Hotchner, are you saying that you wanna take this to the next level?” You ask, 

“Yes I do.” He says with all gentle seriousness. This close, you can clearly see his dilated pupils under the dim lights.

“Then that sounds like a plan.” Pulling him closer, relaying all the joy and love that’s oozing out of your heart into a searing kiss.

~

“Sorry I’m late.” You announce to the room. It’s current 8:23am and the team is already 3 pages into the case debrief. 

“Take your seat agent.” Hotch replies, not looking at you as he focuses on turning the next slide. To most, Hotch’s reaction is normal that of a boss’ slight annoyance at his employee’s tardiness. 

But you ofcourse know his tell, an involuntary, subconscious sign that indidicates their hiding something. Which in this case, if Aaron scratching the back of his neck - an act you’ve became familiar with ever since you started dating. It was Aaron’s way of hiding his blush, though you have assured him that he looks absolutely adorable when he reddens. 

There’s just this power of his dimples that takes a hold on you and leaves you mesmorised. 

“Yes, sir.”  You settle as quickly as you can right next to Morgan. He hands you a spare set of case files when something catches his eye.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Morgan asks, the shift in tone notable.

“Lucky guy?” Furrowing your brow. Derek Morgan is known to be a tease and you often join in on the fun - although you’re not liking it when the spotlight is on you.

“Yea..” Joins in Emily - this is the type of tea that would get her energy up this early in the morning. “You aren’t normally late but these past couple of cases you are~” 

“What?” With the team slowing teaming up against you couple with the morning brain fog - your defensiveness is apparent.

“Reid, back me up!”

“Just from this past month alone, y/n has been late 3 times.” Chimed in the young doctor. “Most notably after our long cases or on Mondays.”  

The audacity of Reid smiling after stating the fact nonchalantly. You picture your glare burning holes through the smart brain of his. However, before you can succeed in doing so, Derek drops the fatal shots.

“And next time don’t forget the badly covered hickeys at the under your ear.”

You’re dumbfounded, instantly grabbing your phone and checking your ear with the selfie camera. Lo and behold the unmistakable purple mark just below your ear lobe. Wincing slightly as your finger touches the tender spot.

Eyeing the team before landing on Aaron. Arching a brow as if to say ‘Why did you have to bite so hard?’

“Wait, Hotch? No way!” Morgan exclaimed, head moving left and right as he connects the dots. 

The silence that follows is death-defying, never have you seen a room full of expert profilers stuned and frozen in place.

You’re caught. Sorry, Bossman

It’s Aaron who breaks the spell. “Looks like the secret is out, sweetheart.” He says, sporting an uncharacteristic smirk.

[emmaelt]

Ok but also every single time I tell someone ‘I’m autistic’ and they say ‘everyone’s a bit autistic though’ I have a statement I’ve prepared that’s super useful.

I say: ‘yes, well, sure, lots of autistic traits are human traits. But they’re only really associated with autism if they impact you to the extent that they disable you.’

Because most neurotypical people that I encounter don’t seem to realise that I’m disabled by being autistic.

For example… black and white thinking can be a human trait, but I know it’s connected with my autism because it stopped me getting an adhd diagnosis for my entire life and (you guessed it) that was disabling to me. Like, in the assessment, I’d be asked if I had an issue with time management, and I know now that the answer is yes. But my autism would look at my 200 alarms and coping mechanisms and strategies that I’d developed to combat my adhd, and it would answer ‘no’ because I had solved that.

Or, another eg… I get migraines in almost every office I’ve been to, because of the autistic sensory overwhelm from the lighting. Most people don’t have to worry about going into work because it will make them physically unwell. I began to stress out so much about office days because of the headaches, along with socialising concerns, noise issues, sensory issues with appropriate office wear (tights 🤮), routine disturbance etc, that I would have meltdowns every single fucking time. So, yeah, lots of neurotypical people don’t wanna go to the office, but will they get sick and have (what looks like) a panic attack just going in to the building????

Anyway… most neurotypical people I’ve talked to about this actually do mean well… but they don’t understand that it’s disabling, and how could they?

[genderlessdude92]

The Static She Loves

PAIRING: ALASTOR X F!READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Alastor navigate a tumultuous relationship marked by Alastor’s inner demons and his fear of vulnerability. After an intense argument and a moment of emotional and physical connection, Y/N’s unwavering love forces Alastor to confront his self-loathing and open up to her support. Despite the chaos surrounding them, their bond grows stronger as they choose to face their fears and flaws together.

WARNINGS: MAJOR ANGST TO FLUFF/SMUT, Straight up explicit content, Emotional theme, Alastor, Already in a relationship, Arguments, Violence, Toxic Relationship Dynamics (not entirely though), Self doubt, Strong language, Slight mental health triggers, Hell, A LITTLEEEE BITTT ooc Alastor…ur mom idk bye OH fic is 4.3k words

NOTICE: please don’t copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But…thanks for liking my work !! >.<

Requests are open, Support is highly appreciated!

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The door to Alastor’s shared room creaked open, and Y/N stepped tentatively inside, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The room was a reflection of its inhabitant: chaotic yet strangely charming, with a certain charm that could only be attributed to Alastor's peculiar sense of order. The flickering lights of the Hazbin Hotel cast an eerie glow across the cluttered shelves and the large, inviting bed in the center of the room. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew was to come.

Alastor and Y/N, earlier, had gotten into an argument about how Alastor had been recklessly pushing Y/N away due to his “personal affairs” out in hell and whatnot. He had not been letting Y/N into his…heart, trully.

Alastor looked up from his seat near the bayou, his expression a maelstrom of emotions. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the war between his fears and the love he felt for her. He was a creature of darkness, and yet she saw the flicker of hope that she brought to him, the light that made him question his very nature.

The silence stretched taut between them, the air thick with the scent of rain and the electric charge of their emotions. Y/N watched as Alastor struggled with the tumult within him, his eyes flickering with the same chaotic energy that danced around the room.

Finally, he spoke, his voice raw with vulnerability. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Y/N. If I let you in, you might not like what you see. I’ve done terrible things—things that could never be undone.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his, her resolve unshaken. “Alastor, I know you’re not perfect. Neither am I. But that’s what makes us who we are, and I still choose to love you. I want to be there for you, to help you carry the weight of your past. We all have our demons. I just want to be your angel in this messed-up situation of ours.”

Alastor’s expression softened at her words, the static in his eyes fading slightly. “You’re too good for me,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the power that surged within him.

“Maybe I am, but that’s not for you to decide,” she said, leaning into his touch. “I choose to love you, flaws and all. Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. I can handle it, I promise.”

Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he found was the warmth of her love, unyielding and unconditional. He sighed, the weight of his secrets heavy on his chest. “You know I’ve been dealing with my past in the mortal world. But what you don’t know is that I’ve also been dealing with the repercussions here, in Hell.”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy like the humidity outside the Hotel. Y/N felt her heart clench with a mix of worry and curiosity. “What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of The crickets in the Bayou.

Alastor's grip on her cheek tightened for a moment before he let go, his hand dropping to his side. He took a step back, pacing the room, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. "The sins of my past, the ones I've been trying to atone for... They're not just haunting me, they're becoming a part of my present. Someone's been stirring up trouble, bringing up things I've long buried." He looked at her sternly, “You will, however, not get into my business.”

Y/N's eyes searched his, seeing the turmoil bubbling just beneath the surface. "But Alastor, I care about you. I want to help," she pleaded, her voice soft and steady. "We're in this together."

He stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You don't understand," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "The things I've done, the lives I've ruined... It's not just about facing the consequences. It's about not letting you get caught up in it all."

Y/N stepped closer to him, reaching out to grasp his hand. "I do understand," she said firmly. "And I'm not going anywhere. We can face this together."

Alastor's expression remained torn, his eyes flickering between doubt and hope. "What if I'm too much for you?" he whispered, the static in his voice crackling with fear.

"I'll always be here, no matter what," Y/N assured him, her grip on his hand tightening. "I love you, and I want to help you through this."

Alastor closed his eyes, the warmth of her touch seeping into his very soul. He knew she meant every word, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. For so long, he had been alone, wielding his power with a reckless abandon that had left a trail of destruction in his wake. The thought of losing her, of her seeing the true monster within him, was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he stepped back, his hand sliding from hers. "No," he said, his voice shaking with the effort of holding back his emotions. "You can't handle it, Y/N. I can't let you be part of this."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt her eyes well with tears. "Alastor, please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I want to help you."

But the radio demon just shook his head, his eyes filled with a pain that was palpable. "You don't know what you're asking," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I've hurt people before, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you too."

The air grew thick with tension as Y/N took a step back, her hand falling to her side. "Then tell me," she demanded, her voice shaking. "Let me in, Alastor. I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, the shadows in the room seeming to pulse with his growing anger. "You don't know what you're talking about," he spat, the static around him growing louder. "You're just a foolish little angel, playing with fire."

Y/N's eyes flashed, her determination unyielding. "I'm not just playing, Alastor! I love you, and I want to be with you, through everything!" she yelled back, her voice echoing off the walls.

"You don't know what you're saying!" Alastor's voice grew louder, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you can just waltz in here and save me? I'm beyond saving!" The static in the room grew to a deafening roar, the shadows around him dancing with malevolent intent.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she shouted back, "I know what I'm saying! And I know that you're worth fighting for, even if you can't see it!"

Alastor's form grew more tense, his shadows swirling in agitation. "You think you can just fix me, don't you? Make all the bad things go away?" His voice was laced with anger and a hint of desperation, the static in his eyes crackling like a live wire, “You don’t get it, Y/N! I’m not some broken toy you can mend with a band-aid and a kiss!”

Y/N’s eyes were filled with a fiery determination. "I'm not trying to fix you, Alastor! I just want to be here for you!" she shouted, taking another step closer. "You're not a monster to me!"

The room trembled with the intensity of their argument, the very fabric of hell seeming to pulse with the emotions that surged between them. Alastor's eyes grew wide with fear, his shadows swelling in size. "Back away," he roared, his voice thundering like a beast's growl.

Y/N didn't flinch. "No, Alastor! You're not going to push me away again!" she screamed, her voice strong despite the tremble in her chest. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with a fierce love that was met with his own fiery anger.

The shadows grew, stretching from the corners of the room to wrap around them, the air charged with the static of his power. "You don't get it!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing with a mix of pain and anger. "You're too good for this, for me!"

Without warning, a jolt of energy shot from Alastor's hand, slamming into the wall behind Y/N. The impact sent a shower of plaster raining down, and she stumbled, a cry escaping her lips as she was thrown backward. She felt a searing pain as one of the shadows lashed out, catching her arm and leaving a smoldering trail of agony in its wake.

Alastor's eyes widened in horror as he saw what he had done. The static in the room grew deafening, his power spiraling out of control as he rushed to her side. "Y/N!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear and guilt.

Y/N lay on the bed, her arm seared by the shadow's touch, her body trembling with shock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror, and he could see the doubt in her gaze. He had hurt her, and it was the last thing he ever wanted. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the static.

Gently, Alastor cradled her in his arms, his own form quaking with the effort of holding back the power that threatened to consume him. He tried to soothe her, stroking her hair and whispering apologies, his touch as tender as a feather. He knew he had to leave, to protect her from the monster that lived within him, but the thought of letting her go was unbearable.

The truth was, though, her unspoken truth, was that she understood why he freaked out.

She could never get mad at him…yet there he is…thinking she hates him for than the cause of her death. He was wrong, she wasn't mad. She was terrified. Terrified that he would push her away again. Terrified that she had lost him forever. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the love she knew was there, but all she saw was fear and doubt.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Alastor, please don't go."

He hesitated, his grip tightening around her, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. He knew he had to give her space, to let her heal from the pain he had caused. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I'll just make it worse if I stay."

Gently, he placed her on the bed, the mattress groaning beneath their combined weight. She watched him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, as he took a step back. Each inch that grew between them felt like a mile, a chasm of doubt and fear threatening to swallow them whole. He reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back," he promised, though the words sounded hollow even to his own ears.

Then and there, he left for his office.

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The Evening After . . .

Y/N stood in the hallway, the walls seemingly closing in around her. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions raging within her. She had never felt so alone, so unsure. But she knew she had to face Alastor, had to bridge the chasm that had opened up between them. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door to his office.

The wood was cool to the touch, a stark reminder of the coldness that had settled between them. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest, and after a moment, she heard a faint click. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. Alastor's shadow loomed large, a silent sentinel that stepped aside to allow her entry. She swallowed hard and stepped into the lion's den, her eyes immediately seeking out the radio demon who had become so much more than just a roommate to her.

He was sitting at his desk, his back to her, the glow of a single candle casting deep shadows across his broad shoulders. The sight of him, so strong yet so tormented, filled her with a fierce determination to show him that she was not afraid, that she was not going anywhere. "Alastor," she said softly, her voice barely carrying across the space.

He tensed, the muscles in his back rippling like the surface of a lake disturbed by a thrown stone. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone gruff, his voice heavy with the weight of the guilt that had been consuming him since their argument.

Y/N closed the door behind her, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes never leaving his silhouette. "I just want to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "About what happened last night."

Alastor's shoulders slumped, but he didn't turn around. "There's nothing to talk about," he replied, his voice tight. "I hurt you, and I'm sorry. But that's just who I am."

Y/N felt a surge of frustration mixed with love for this stubborn, complex man. She walked up to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Alastor, that's not all you are," she said firmly. "You're also the one who has shown me kindness in this hellish place, who has made me feel seen and heard, and who has made me feel alive again."

He flinched at her touch, and she knew she had hit a nerve. For a moment, she feared she had pushed too hard. But then, slowly, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of anger or judgment. All he found was love and determination. "How can you still care for me after what I did?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing as she met his gaze. "Because love isn't about ignoring the bad, Alastor. It's about seeing the good and choosing to stand by someone's side, no matter what," she replied, her voice steady and strong. "You're not a monster to me. You're the one who's been there for me when no one else was."

Alastor's eyes searched hers, his expression a tumultuous storm of emotions. "But what if I can't control it?" he whispered, his fear palpable. "What if I hurt you again?"

Y/N stepped closer, her hand sliding down his arm to grasp his hand. "You won't," she said with absolute certainty. "Because you don't want to. And I trust you."

The words seemed to resonate within him, his eyes flickering with a mix of disbelief and something that looked suspiciously like hope. He didn't pull away from her touch, but instead, his grip tightened. "You shouldn't," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I'm... I'm not going to push you away anymore."

“Thank you…Alastor.” Y/N’s voice was soft, but firm. She knew he was struggling, but she also knew that she wasn’t going anywhere. She saw the war playing out on his face, the battle between his fear and his love. For a long moment, they just stood there, hands entwined, the air between them crackling with tension.

Alastor signaled for a touch of there foreheads, the static in the air fading slightly as he took a deep, shaky breath. "I just don't want to lose you," he confessed, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're the only thing that's ever made me feel...less monstrous."

And then their lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss that spoke of love, of longing, of fear and regret. The room seemed to fade away around them, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rapid beating of their hearts. Y/N's hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a silent promise to never leave.

Alastor picked Y/N up, causing her to yell as he strides over to the couch in the studio, laying her down gently. His eyes never leave hers, his expression one of fierce determination. He knew that he couldn’t push her away anymore, that she deserved to be loved and cherished, no matter his fears.

Their kiss grew more frantic as the tension of the past few days melted away. Y/N could feel the love in every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hand. She moaned into his mouth, her hips arching up to meet his, desperate for more. Alastor's hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake, as if he was trying to brand her as his own.

!!SMUTTTTTT ALERT!!

Alastor's grip on her tightened as his kiss grew more insistent, his tongue seeking hers with a passion that left Y/N breathless. She melted into his embrace, her body responding to the heat that radiated from him. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, and she gasped as he cupped her thigh, his fingers pressing gently. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the power that thrummed beneath the surface, and it only served to excite her more.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as they devoured one another. Y/N reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and pulled back just enough to allow her to lift it over his head. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, her skin flushed and her chest heaving with desire.

With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her own shirt, letting it fall away to expose her bare chest. Alastor’s gaze roamed over her, his pupils dilating with hunger. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. A thrill ran through her, and she arched into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts gently before his thumbs began to tease her nipples into tight peaks.

“Alastor,” she moaned, the sound of his name a benediction on her lips. He responded with a low growl, his mouth moving to capture one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh. Y/N’s back arched, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building within her that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

He kissed a path down her stomach, his hands deftly unbuttoning her pants. She could feel the heat of his breath as he pulled them down, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking her in. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Her legs quivered as he knelt before her, placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs. His warm breath brushed against her dampness, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I want to hear you, Y/N. Don’t hold back, not with me.”

With that, he pressed his mouth to her, his tongue delving into her warmth. The sensation was exquisite, his touch a masterful blend of rough and tender. She gasped, her hands threading through his hair as she lost herself in the feeling. His tongue danced against her clit, stroking it with a precision that had her hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure was almost unbearable, her body straining towards the peak she knew was just out of reach.

Alastor’s eyes remained locked with hers, the connection between them as potent as the physical sensations overwhelming her. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim and possess her, and it only served to drive her desire higher. His fingers slid into her, filling her as he continued to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The tension grew, coiling tightly within her until she couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry of pleasure tore from her throat, her body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Alastor held her through it, his tongue slowing but never leaving her, savoring every tremor of her release. When she finally collapsed back onto the couch, panting and trembling, he kissed his way back up her body, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Alastor, please,” she gasped, her voice a desperate whisper. “I need more of you. All of you.”

With a predatory smile, he stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped away the last of his clothing. His cock, thick and heavy, stood proudly before her, and she couldn’t help but stare. The anticipation was exquisite, her body already aching for him.

“You’re so eager, my love,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, his hand reaching down to stroke her cheek before his fingers trailed down her neck and over her collarbone.

Y/N reached out to touch him, her hand wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard in her grip, his skin like velvet over steel. Alastor hissed at the contact, his eyes flashing with pleasure. She stroked him, exploring the contours of his cock as she had never been able to before. He watched her, his chest heaving, his pupils wide with desire.

“Take me, Alastor,” she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

The air around them crackled with energy as Alastor claimed her again, his kisses demanding and rough. His cock, thick and insistent, nudged against her folds, seeking entrance. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in, and he took the offering without hesitation. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.

Y/N gasped, her nails digging into the couch cushions as he began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the slap of skin, the guttural groans of pleasure, the soft whimpers that escaped her throat with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

Alastor’s hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his ravenous mouth. He kissed and bit her neck, his fangs grazing her sensitive skin, and she moaned, the thrill of danger only heightening her pleasure. The pressure within her grew, a delicious ache that demanded release, and she could feel the knot at the base of his cock swelling with every thrust.

He slammed into her, the force of his movements making the couch groan beneath them. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that she danced upon. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t care. All she knew was the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of their shared desire filling the air.

Y/N’s nails raked down his back, her body arching as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. She could feel the knot growing larger, stretching her, and she knew what was coming. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her pussy clench around him.

“Alastor, I’m going to come again!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. He responded with a deep, guttural growl, his pace quickening. The knot grew larger, filling her completely, and she could feel the pressure of his climax building.

The world around them faded away, their focus solely on the primal dance of their bodies. The room was a blur of shadows and light, the only constant the heat of their passion. He slammed into her, his knot swelling with the promise of release, and she could feel her own orgasm building once more.

“Alastor, oh god, I can’t—” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the pressure grew.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he growled, his voice a command that sent shockwaves through her core. She obeyed, her body tightening around him as she climaxed again, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

Alastor felt her pussy clench around his knot, and with a roar of release, he came too, his warm seed filling her. The knot grew even larger, locking them together in the throes of passion. He stilled, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her, the connection between them stronger than ever.

As they rode the waves of their shared climax, their hearts pounded in sync, the room spinning around them. The knot felt like it was branding her, marking her as his own, and she reveled in the possessiveness of the act. When the intensity of the moment began to ebb, Alastor leaned down to kiss her, his movements slow and tender.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs still locked around his waist. “Always yours,” she breathed back, the words a declaration of love and acceptance that resonated deep within his soul.

As their breathing slowed, the knot inside her began to shrink, the intensity of the moment gradually fading. Alastor’s eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability she had never heard before.

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MASTERLIST

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part — 17 | 18 | 19

masterlist

warning: mentions of sex (no smut), excessive swearing

you couldn’t stop him. before you even had the chance to intervene, rafe had already posted it. a stupid joke, in his mind — something harmless. but you knew better. you knew it would only make things more complicated between the two of you: the secret was no longer yours to control.

rafe’s phone

seeing the reactions from sarah and topper unsettled your stomach. their disbelief, their anger — the sheer absurdity of the idea that you and rafe could ever be together — it hurt more than you cared to admit.

it wasn’t like you were expecting their unflinching support, but it still stung to realise how outlandish the thought seemed to them. it left you wondering, questioning your choices: those closest to you so quick not to accept them.

and then rafe, ever so dismissive, drove the dagger deeper. repeating the words “we’re just friends”, as if they meant nothing: as if you meant nothing.

your phone

“you’re unbelievable, rafe,” you muttered, you hand pushing against his chest in frustration, though it was too soft to have any actual affect.

“what?” he replied with a smirk, still clearly amused, “just having a little fun, baby. no big deal.”

“no big deal?” your voice rose as anger bubbled within you, “well, it’s a big fucking deal to me, rafe!”

his expression shifted slightly as he grabbed your wrists, gently but firmly pulling you closer. the sudden intimacy of the hug caught you off guard, but you couldn’t break away. you couldn’t resist him.

“i’m sorry,” he said, his voice much softer now, his hands coming up to cradle your face, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i’ll take it down, ‘kay?”

“everyone’s already seen it!” your voice cracked as the weight of his broken promise pressed down on you, as you gestured between the two of you, “you promised- you swore we’d keep this between us.”

your lip quivered, but you fought the urge to cry, refusing to let your emotions spill in front of him. his thumb brushed your lip gently, his gaze locked on yours, searching for something he couldn’t seem to put into words.

the silence grew heavier, the unspoken question lingering between you both. what are we?

rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. the proximity felt both intimate and excruciating, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“talk to me,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

you pulled back slightly, forcing a small, strained smile as you wiped at your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m being dramatic,” you said, trying to laugh it off, “we haven’t even known each other that long. you don’t owe me anything.”

“don’t say that,” he interjected, his smile soft but serious, “i like you, y/n.”

“i like you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, “but what is this? what are we rafe? because i’d were just… friends who sleep together, i need to know now. i can’t keep doing this if that’s all it is.”

your words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, rafe stared at you, his hands still framing your face, his eyes filled with something unreadable.

sarahupdates

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sarahupdates sarah’s brother sparked controversy within the fandom today, as he posted a suggestive photo of sarah’s new best friend, y/n. what are your thoughts?

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sarahfan101 it’s giving betrayal

user this is hardly news

user2 exactly, and it’s not even about sarah

ilovesarah back off he’s mine!

user3 i feel like i’ve been cheated on

sarahfan101 imagine how sarah feels

user4 and you call yourself sarahupdates?

user2 they are SO obsessed with rafe’s life!

he exhaled, his jaw tightening as if he were carefully choosing his next words. the weight of your question sat between you, demanding an answer neither of you could escape.

“i don’t want this to be just that,” he finally said, his voice quiet but firm, “i don’t see you as just… some girl i hook up with, y/n. that’s not what this is for me.”

you blinked, trying to process his words. “then what is it?” you asked, your voice wavering.

rafe leaned away slightly, his hands falling to your shoulders as his thumbs brushed against your skin in slow circular motions. “it’s… complicated,” he admitted, “i’ve never been good at this — at feelings, relationships, any of it. but i know i don’t want to lose you. i know i can’t keep messing this up.”

his honesty caught you off guard. rafe cameron wasn’t known for vulnerability, but here he was, laying it all out for you.

“rafe,” you started, your voice softer now as you hesitated, “i just want clarity, not perfection. i need to know that i matter to you, that this isn’t just some game.”

“you matter,” he cut you off, his voice much steadier, “you matter more than i think i even realised until now.”

your chest tightened at his confession, butterflies in your stomach laced with the remnants of doubt that still lingered. “and what does that mean for us?” you pressed. “what does this look like?”

as though searching for the right words, rafe looked down for a moment. when his eyes met yours again, they were filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “it means i want more,” he said, “i want you. all of you. not just… moments. not just nights. i want this to mean something, y/n.”

sincere and unguarded; his words hung in the air. a cautious hope replacing the tension that had previously taken over your body, putting you at ease.

“okay,” was all you could muster, as your fingers brushed against his. your happiness still clouded by thoughts of doubt, visible in your expression.

“i’ll prove it to you,” he said without hesitation, reassuring you as he took your hand in his — giving it a slight squeeze, like a promise…a step forward to something new and real.

a/n: realising i’m nearly at part 20, and they aren’t together AND i haven’t even gotten to the song linking yet!

but it’s okay, they’ll be back in box after the fashion show i promise!

channelling my inner annoyance for topper through y/n, sorry not sorry… she so blunt with him “we spoke a lot on the plane” please

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[skyfallscotland]

🐉 ONYX STORM PROLOGUE, CHAPTERS ONE & TWO MY THOUGHTS: (god bless the dutch 🇳🇱)

So not totally verified yet, but it seems legit. This is absolutely the scene I expected us to be starting with, and despite the translation it does read like Rebecca. Thank you so much to @thestarseternaal for sharing it with me! You can find it here.

Ok, let's fucking goooooo! 🤘

· That trigger warning list? "The death of an animal" 💀😬 The "descriptions of sexual acts" though, thank god, though it's not looking promising for the two of them so far.

· Garrick and Bodhi KNOW?! Ok that I didn't see coming?

· "I can't blame him for wanting to know what he is" ANDARNA 😭 "I'm as much in the dark as he is, and you trust me." 😭 I want to hug the baby

· "Magic feels different when I change colours. When I used my power, it was like the venin transformed, weakening-" Ok so confirmed, she's the solution they're looking for *sigh*

· It's going to be unfortunate if the allies we're seeking are just Poromiel, and I think they are given both the excerpt prior to the prologue and the fact the Target edition map had only a few places in Poromiel on it and no Isles. I guess we're not looking for Andarna's family over there until books four and five? 😞

· Wait...what? Leadership knows what Andarna is? Everyone knows? Who TF told them? I was certain they didn't see? I can't believe we spent all this time worrying about people knowing she was a baby when she bonded and y'all just told everyone she was a super special rare breed right off the bat. SMDH.

· Aotrom's only 22? 😭 I'm older than Aotrom? RIDOC and him are the same age, that makes so much sense!!

· TAIRN CALLS XADEN "THE DARK ONE"? 😭 I feel like I'm not going to like Tairn much this book, and I feel like he's gonna ☠️ but that's for my theory post.

· "His soul is no longer his own" "That's a bit dramatic." VIOLET I LOVE YOU 🖤

· "You mean whether I'll support you in the thousand ways you want to face death to heal someone who's beyond redemption?" Oh Tairn...why do I get the really, really bad feeling you lied about Naolin?

· The truth-sayers have let Caroline Ashton off the hook? Hmmmm suspicious. Everyone's evil, I just know it.

· "Devera and Kaori will be back soon. They’ll straighten out the command structure once the princes have signed a treaty that hopefully grants us grace for even leaving in the first place." Ummm princes plural? So I guess Cam hid for nothing? Well not nothing, but he's...back with his fam? Also why would they be signing shit? Where's the damn king?!

· "The rarest signet, which appear once per generation or century, have been documented twice simultaneously with an equal counterpart, both during critical times in our history, but only once have the six most powerful walked the Continent at the same time. As fascinating as that spectacle must have been, I would rather not witness it again in my lifetime. – A study of signets by Major Dalton Sisneros" Ok could be a weird translation but I'm confused by this. The counterpart thing could be either a rider and a venin (ie. one of the venin can distance wield and we're getting a distance wielder) or dark and light, ie. shadows and light. Also six like the first six and they all had partners within themselves? Three pairs? Or? What even were their signets because I can't believe we've NEVER FUCKING ASKED? I've literally never seen that mentioned and it seems...so fucking relevant.

· Perhaps a more outlandish theory, but I think the venin with the silver hair who distance wields might be Xaden's mother. I'll elaborate later, but 😬😬

· Ok well, 1. I'm fucking crying already, and 2. "Even if I reached the rank of Maven, led armies of dark wielders against everyone we care about, and if I had to watch every vein in my body turn red because I had drained all the powers of the Continent, I would still love you. What I’ve done doesn’t change that. I don’t know if that’s even possible." That's a little bit storm in the quiet, I love it when the vibe is proven ✨correct✨ 😭 @justallihere

So all in all, 1. As expected, every excerpt, hint, and thing we've thought about it over in one-two chapters, 2. This is going to hurt so bad and I think it will go as I expected, and 3. I'm still not ready 😭

Send help 🥺

[cakepoppresent]

Kicked Puppy

They can't stay mad at each other for too long ~

Transcript under the cut~

[Malcolm]: Hey...

[Luna]: Do I know you?

[Malcolm]: Luna...

[Luna]: I’m going to call the POLICE. “Hello? 911?”

[Malcolm]: I’m trying to apologize

[Luna]: Is that right? That’s crazy why would a stranger want to say sorry?

[Malcolm]: I know I've been a complete dick. I don’t really have an excuse but I miss you and I'm sorry

[Luna]: Is that it?

[Malcolm]: How I treated you wasn’t right. I keep saying I don’t want you to get hurt but I’m the one who’s scared of being hurt. I’ve always been the scared one and I can’t keep forcing you to be scared with me. I acted like a complete dick and punished you for trying to do something I didn’t agree with and that was wrong of me.

[Luna]: At your big age you’re still acting like a petulant child. At what point did I ever give you the impression I was scared or worried? Hmm?

[Malcolm]: ...

[Luna]: You lashed at me TWICE about this and you refuse to at least listen to me. That's not fair how do I know you won’t just get mad again? You apologizing won’t stop me from reaching out to Andre.

[Malcolm]: I know you want to see Andre...and I want to be there when you do

[Luna] No way! So you can cuss him out in person? Absolutely not.

[Malcolm]: I mean it Luna. I want to be there when you speak with Andre, I still think he’s a fucking bitch but I can hold those feelings back if it means being there with you

[Luna]: Malcolm...

[Malcolm]: I’m serious. I want to support whatever you want to do, I’ll be there every step of the way

[Luna]: Don’t you want to know what happened? He just disappeared does that sound like the Andre we know? The one who would take us out of the house if Dad was in a mood? Or would come to our teacher-parent meetings?

[Malcolm]: Does it matter? Didn’t leave a letter, send a tex or even a fucking email

[Luna]: I’m just...worried. Even when our business was exposed all over the news, Dad didn’t even reach out once.

[Malcolm]: Like I said. It’s always just been us but if you really want to find out why I’ll be there no matter what we find out

[Malcolm]: Listen. I love you Luna you mean everything to me

[Luna]: Even more than Benji?

[Malcolm]: Of course. He knows that too but that's not the point. I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to you no matter what but please believe me when I say I'll be there for you no matter what happens

[Luna]: *heh* Look at you. You look like a kicked puppy, have you been crying?

[Malcolm]: Of course not, stop talking shit. Do you accept my apology or not?

[Luna]: Oh?? I don’t think so with that bitch ass attitude

[Malcolm]: Shut the hell up. I have your fav from Santini's its in the car. I’ll drop you off at home

[Luna]: *hmph* How does Benji deal with your horrible attitude

[Malcolm]: I don’t know either. You’re gonna have to ask him yourself

[Luna]: Poor Benji. Can’t imagine having to deal with your ass everyday

[Malcolm]: Do you want the food in the car or should I throw it in the garbage?

[Luna]: I’m going to beat your ass for real

[Luna]: Oh! I know the loser that exposed our family business. I dealt with her ass today

[Malcolm]: An actress?? What the hell was her problem?

[Luna]: I don’t know but I doubt I'll be hearing from her silly ass anytime soon

[Malcolm]: Something like that seems below you. Why pay her any attention?

[Luna]: Because her face pissed me off. Let’s hope I never have to see her face again

[snowyroads]

Hi, since you’ve been dabbling with the idea of a JoeMarr mpreg, I was wondering what it would be like if Joe find out he’s pregnant during the season?

ohhh yes! i’ve had a wip collecting dust for months now in my drafts but this ask has motivated me to start writing it again 😭😭

tho just for clarity, i’ve never written an A/B/O fic IN MY LIFE 😗 so that’s why it’s taking me so long to work on it cuz i genuinely need to do some research for it 😭

BUT, now, imma go through a rant below the cut to answer your question anon!!🥰:

so personally, (even tho i LOVE reading some fluff) i like writing angst the most. just because it’s easier for me to channel anger instead of domestic love. (that’s sad as fuck ik😭) SO, with that being said, i think Joe would feel very conflicted about being pregnant mid season.

clearly Joe would have to miss the rest of the season since he’s pregnant yk?? and i think if it’s not planned he would really have a decision to make. he’d also go through the turmoil of having to tell Ja’marr and even tho Ja’marr ABSOLUTELY wants this baby, Joe’s worried about his reaction.

so Joe keeps it from him which just adds more angst to the whole situation and the entire time, Ja’marr knows something’s wrong with Joe, he can smell it cuz they’re mates ofc. they’re both in-tune with each other so much. Ja’marr constantly feels the back of his neck sweat and his stomach churns and he asks Joe constantly what’s wrong but Joe keeps silent. and he doesn’t mean to keep it a secret but everything’s moving too fast and it’s too much for him.

then, (because i love hurt/comfort) Joe would play in a game (even tho he definitely shouldn’t because he’s fucking pregnant and one wrong hit could mess a lot of things up) but he plays anyway and is off the entire time and everyone knows it. even the teammates, who go as far as asking Ja’marr “what’s wrong with your mate?” to where Ja’marr just shrugs cuz he doesn’t fucking know and he’s pissed off now cuz Joe’s been hiding something from him.

finally, the big thing happens and Joe gets hit hard in the stomach. Ja’marr feels the hurt immediately, knows he needs to get Joe tf out of there and drags him off himself and sits him on the bench. Joe’s obviously freaking out now cuz he’s hurt and somethings wrong. he doesn’t know what but somethings not right and he’s really praying it isn’t his baby.

and that’s when it comes out. right there. on the fucking sideline of a football game. “I’m pregnant”

Ja’marr feels all the emotions roll over too quickly and he doesn’t know whether to break down a cry or yell at Joe for playing while pregnant. neither of that matters tho cuz Joe’s getting whisked off by some athletic trainer that heard the whole conversation and takes him inside the stadium’s medical room. and Ja’marr’s just stood there like: 🧍‍♂️

and then Ja’marr would have to deal with that news in his head the entire game and then have to answer questions during the postgame presser about why Joe left mid game and why weren’t you connecting on your routes tonight?? stuff that he could care less about because his mate is pregnant and just came off the field with a bad hit to the stomach and he hasn’t seen him since.

that’s how my fic is currently playing out to be written 😗😭😭😭

but also Joe would be GLOWING while pregnant, so there’d be moments of that in there too!!! 🥰🥰

[missymoomads]

Can you talk about your oc Connie

OMG YES? ABSOLUTELY! i’d be delighted to😌

her full name is constance marie colison, she is about 17. her peculiarity is called medica [ medical intuition ] so she knows everything and anything about medicines and treatments, pretty much anything in the medical field she knows all about it.

she is quite literally the nurse of the house.

she is SUCH a mother figure, especially to claire and horace (horace is more so book ver horace). she loves them both more than herself and miss girl is ready to fight for them, especially little miss claire.

her and jacob is such a lovely but such a painful ship it hurts me as much as i love it. between connie constantly fretting over him, worrying he’s going to over exhaust himself or worrying he’ll leave them all behind as abe had years ago. jacob’s constantly overprotective and overbearing of connie, but he means well and just wants her to be safe. they’re such cuties together and i love them.

do NOT let jacob catch connie asleep in random places of the house. she is not safe in those random places. she is being princess carried to her bed to sleep peacefully. she needs all the sleep she can get.

during the sixth book (i think?? please it’s been so long since i’ve read them) she is one of the head nurses in the makeshift hospital during the fight against the wights and that whole big fight. and during the the loop collapse that they do to trap caul and the other wights, connie is nearly trapped in the loop as well cause she’s too worried about getting everyone else out before getting herself out! what a selfless queen!

jacob literally freaks because he’s counting heads and cannot find her for a couple minutes until horace and wyn come dragging her to him with the help of one of the other nurses

ALSO :3 her fc

LITERALLY PLEASE I LOVE YAPPING ABOUT MY BABY I LOVE HER SO MUCH

please let me know if you wanna know more :3

[mikeysonly]

Take Care Of Me - Isagi Yoichi

♡ I’m rly sick rn so I wanted to write abt it idk. with isagi.. ofc… enjoy, pls brush ur teeth after this one it’s so sickly sweet lol.

The soft hum of the heater filled the small room as Y/N lay cocooned under her blankets, her cheeks flushed with fever. Her head throbbed, and even the dim light filtering through the curtains felt like too much. She sighed, her voice hoarse and her throat raw. Being sick was miserable enough, but being alone made it worse.

The sound of a knock at the door startled her. She struggled to sit up, clutching the blankets tighter around her.

“Who…?” she croaked, her voice barely audible.

“It’s me!” came a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

“Yoichi?” she rasped, disbelief laced in her tone.

The door creaked open, and there he was, her childhood best friend. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, balancing a small tray of soup, tea, and medicine in his hands. His scarf was still wrapped tightly around his neck, and his cheeks were pink, likely from the chilly January air outside.

“My mom made me bring this over,” he said with a sheepish grin, stepping inside. “She said you’re too stubborn to take care of yourself properly.”

Y/N blinked, trying to suppress a laugh that turned into a cough. “Well, she’s not wrong.”

“Figures,” Isagi said, walking over to set the tray down on her bedside table. He crouched beside her bed, his blue eyes scanning her face with concern. “You look awful.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“No, I mean…-” He stopped mid-sentence, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “ Ugh, you know what I mean. Are you feeling any better?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “But your mom’s soup smells great.”

“She said it’s guaranteed to make you feel better, so you’d better eat it,” he said with a small smile. Then, his voice dropped slightly, tinged with worry. “Seriously though, Y/N. You need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, though her voice was far from convincing. She reached for the soup, but Isagi quickly grabbed the bowl and spoon.

“I got it,” he said with annoyance, batting her hand away. “You just sit there and uh…- try not to die or something.”

“Wow, so comforting.”

Isagi carefully blew on a spoonful of soup before offering it to her. She hesitated, her cheeks heating further. Not from the fever this time, but she relented, opening her mouth. The soup was warm and soothing, the perfect remedy for her aching throat.

“See? Not bad, right?” he asked, his face lighting up as she nodded.

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, with Isagi feeding her small spoonfuls and chatting about his most recent Blue Lock training. He animatedly described how he’d been working on his spatial awareness and how one of his shots had made even Rin Itoshi do a double take. Watching him talk with such passion almost made her forget how miserable she felt.

“You’re going to be a star one day,” she said softly.

“You think so?” he asked, his cheeks dusting pink. “I mean, that’s the goal, but… hearing it from you makes it feel more real.”

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve always believed in you, Yoichi.”

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the heater’s hum. His eyes met hers, and she could see the earnest gratitude in them. He cleared his throat, suddenly looking anywhere but at her.

“You, uh… need anything else?” he asked.

“Maybe some tea?” she teased, though her voice was weak.

“Right!” He grabbed the cup, handing it to her carefully. “Here. Don’t spill it.”

She took a sip, smiling softly. “Thanks for coming, Yoichi. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did,” he said, his voice almost defensive. “You’re my best friend.”

Her heart clenched at the way he said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She set the tea down, leaning back into her pillows.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” she murmured.

His ears turned red. “I..-I’m just… trying to help. Don’t make it weird, okay?”

She chuckled lightly, but it quickly turned into a cough. Isagi leaned closer, his concern returning.

“You sure you’re okay? Should I call your parents or something?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, smiling weakly. “Especially with you here.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to her lips for a split second before darting back to her eyes. “Y/N…”

“Yoichi,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Before she could think too much about it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was a fleeting kiss, tender and hesitant, but it sent a warmth through her that had nothing to do with her fever. When she pulled back, she saw the wide eyed look on Isagi’s face, his cheeks a deep crimson.

“Y-You…-” he stammered, his hand flying up to touch his lips. “Do you realize you’re sick? I’m gonna catch whatever weird mucousy thing you got going on!”

She laughed, the sound weak but genuine. “Worth it?”

His face softened, and he let out a small, exasperated sigh. “…maybe.”

[perryrata]

hello, i have a question for you: on your youtube it says that "I am not your friend nor will I ever be your friend: you DONT know me and I DONT know you."

so can we still talk to you ?because i've always been told that you make friends with people by talking to them but if you cannot be anyone's friends then we cannot talk to you??? but then you have asks open so is it fine for me to ask this to begin with? what are the rules of talking to you, because some other people also sent asks, so the asks can only be about life series and hermitcraft?

sorry if the queries are annoying i need hard clarification for everything (i'm also neurodivergent)

Sensitive topic below, mentions of grooming.

Phew.. alrighty.. buckle in! (Remember, I am a minor) Yes, you may speak to me, just not about personal things. Some examples from the past: people asking in comments on how my day went; what grade I got on a quiz, and venting to me on streams. It’s there to discourage these extremely uncomfortable parasocial relationships.

From a viewers perspective, I shouldn’t be anything more than an artist that loves pistachio ice cream. I shouldn’t be viewed as a friend. You truly don’t know who I am, what I’ve done or been through; and the same for vice versa.

It’s also for safety; if someone is impersonating me and messaging viewers: it’s not me(unless of course you are also an artist and we’re doing a collab). I’ve just been very aware of the threat of grooming. Although I’ve been silent about it, I have been groomed.

It’s why I made my PerryRata account. To disassociate myself from the people who knew my other accounts. Legally, we are trying to get the monster behind bars, but because the police want an easy case: they really haven’t done shit.

So, the closer I get to random people on the internet: the more worried I get about the threat. From both sides: people impersonating me and grooming impressionable folk; and people getting close to me and then taking advantage of me.

I’d just rather have it be about my art, others art, Life Series, and Hermitcraft.

All of this is meant in an informative way, I don’t blame you for asking! ❤️

I’m still going to play games with chat, interact with peeps etc.. just remember, just because you’ve played Roblox with me, doesn’t mean you know me.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

my apology

you may have noticed my requests have been closed for a little while now and that was mainly because the amount of requests I was getting were a little overwhelming and I felt as if I had no time to write them. I’m a bit of a people-pleaser in a way that I felt I wasn’t delivering these requests quickly enough or well enough then I would upset someone and I didn’t want to do that

so recently I’ve been working towards the goal of completing my list and so far it has been going well, the ideas have been flowing and I’ve been writing a lot but because I know winter holidays are coming to a close and I will be back at school, I know there may not be a lot of time for me to write.

unfortunately I’ve had to make the decision to cut some fics that I’d originally planned to write. it is mostly part 2 requests of really old fics such as ‘crazy little thing called love’ or ‘paparazzi’ and there are a few others as well. personally I think I’m moving on with my writing and developing and don’t want to keep going back to those old fics. this excludes ‘the mysterious blonde’ and ‘the dancer and the angel’ which will soon both make returns…

I do see all of your asks, about those two fics in particular, I am not ignoring you at all but I can’t really give timeframes for anything because I don’t know when I’ll have time to write and then edit everything!!

there are a few other requests that I cannot complete sadly. one was asking for quite mature content in the terms of a TW!! su!c!de based scene which I am not comfortable with writing. if the person who requested that is reading this, I don’t want you to feel bad at all because I did have the intention of writing but I have more recently decided against it for personal reasons, this is NOT because I have been affected or triggered by the request, don’t worry!!

and the second I had to give up was a request that asked for an f1 fic. I literally have no knowledge on f1 and would probably end up offending someone if I vaguely attempted to write a fic that included that, so I am very sorry to let that one go.

I didn’t just want to delete the asks and never address why your requests never got answered so I thought I’d make a post to explain it all. I know this will disappoint some people and I’m so sorry 💖💖 hopefully if you request again in the future I will be able to fulfill what you would like!! I am open to most things, but of course there are a few exceptions.

if I haven’t mentioned a request here ^^ it probably means it is still going to be written!!

I’m also looking forward to exploring new characters such as characters from the naturals series or shatter me or powerless, this is not to say I won’t be writing for the inheritance games because of course I will, it’s just to put it out there that although I am striving to meet requests, it may not be immediate.

this post is NOT to make anyone feel bad for requesting. I am so so grateful for everyone who had put in a request and thought that they would want me to create something that they would enjoy. I also want to thank everyone for their patience and support with my work, it means the world to me. when I complete the request list I have now, I will re-open the request box but as of the moment it will remain closed!!

lots and lots and lots of love,

bella 🤍

[naturesapphic]

Hmm can you do mommy tiffany x little fem and the little has a tantrum in public, and tiffany has to discipline her but ends up taking her for ice-cream on the way home,

Ice cream

Mommy!tiffany valentine x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, tantrum, hurt/comfort

“Mommy! Mommy! Cans I pweaseeeeee get dis?!” You begged Tiffany as you gave her the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. You were holding up a toy you’ve been wanted for a while and you were hoping that today Tiffany would finally give in and buy it for you. “Not today doll face. Go ahead and put it back.” She said as she grabbed some bread from the shelf. You felt your heart sink and tears prickling your eyes, not believing what she had said.

So you put the toy in her cart and she looked at you in shock. “Y/n? I told you to put it back honey, we aren’t getting it today.” She said with a little more of an authoritative tone which made you more upset. “B-but mommy! I-I’ve beens sos goods!” You whimpered and Tiffany sighed. “You have been very good darling but just because you are good, doesn’t mean you can get toys all the time babygirl.” She said and you felt tears flow down your cheeks. “Wan toy!” You yelled out and Tiffany looked at you in bewilderment.

You started throwing a tantrum and was crying and yelling about not getting your toy. Tiffany had to pick you up and take you to the bathroom, still crying about not getting your toy. She locked the bathroom door behind her and sat you up on the sink. Tiffany brought out your paci and gently placed it in your mouth, making you suck on it at a rapid pace since you were still upset. “Just breath for mommy okay? In and out. Do it with me princess okay?” Tiffany said as you took out your paci so you could do your breathing exercises with your mommy and the two of you did it until your breathing was normal again.

“Now, why don’t you tell mommy what’s wrong yeah?” She said softly as she brushed some hair out of your face. “M’wan toy mommy! Wan it’s sos bads…” you explain to her the best you could and Tiffany nodded in understanding. “I understand baby, but do you know why I’m not getting it for you right now?” She said and you shook your head no slowly. “Because there’s Valentine’s Day coming up and your birthday and what if I’m trying to save it for one of those days hm?” Your mommy explained and realization appeared on your face but your eyes still had a sad look in them.

“Oh..otays mommy…” you said pouting slightly which made Tiffany giggle. “Oh sweet pea, you won’t have to wait too long okay? Why don’t we finish doing our shopping and if you continue to be good, we can go get some ice cream! How does that sound?” Tiffany said happily and your face lit up at the mention of ice cream. So for the rest of the time at the store, you were a perfect angel. Tiffany kept to her word and after y’all got done with shopping, she took you to your favorite ice cream shop where you got anything you wanted. “Tank chus mommy. I sowwy I gots upsets earliers.” You apologized and your mommy gave you a soft look as she leaned down and placed a loving kiss to your forehead. “All is forgiven sweet pea, don’t worry okay? We are okay.” Tiffany said as she helped feed you your ice cream while you ate it happily.

A/n: happy new year guys! I hope the new year will bring blessings and good favor for all of y’all :) thank you to the anon who requested it and I hope they and everyone else enjoyed it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[tornadoyoungiron]

Hello Tumblr, it’s been a while.

First of all, wishing everyone a Happy New Year! Hoping that 2025 has been good so far and for the rest of the solar cycle <3 The past few months have been a little rough for me, as I have been dealing with some behind-the-scenes stuff, though I will be fine, don’t you worry. I’ve been through far worse.  

Unfortunately, it means that I’ve lost the passion for Young Iron, I honestly think that the passion has been dwindling for a long time now, since at least May 2024. I think it was a factor of a lot of things; my hyperfixation slowly waning, feeling like the story losing its focus and getting out of hand plus noticing that a lot of my ideas were being copied. 

To clarify, I don’t mind if people take ideas I put forward in my writing, in fact, I do encourage it and love seeing what people come up with. It excites me and inspires me to write more. I want people to be creative and to be inspired to write their own stories, hell their own Tornado’s because you can never have enough Tornado’s in the world. 

However, my issues started after introducing and talking about future concepts of my stories with others and having people immediately ask if they could take and use these concepts/characters in their own AUs before I could even write them into my own started to discourage me. This is one of the reasons why all the posts on Broken Records have been deleted and I removed myself from most of the ttte groups I was in. I wanted to discuss my ideas with others, not have them immediately stolen for other people’s AUs.

It’s disheartening to not be able to flesh out my own characters or ideas before someone comes in and takes the idea away to make their own. Maybe I’m being petty or perhaps a bit protective, I don’t know, but it felt rude to me. 

That being said, please don’t be scared to post and continue writing stuff inspired by Young Iron. If you want to write stories about any of the characters I’ve introduced in the Young Iron stories, please feel free to go right on ahead and even tag me if you want. I really do genuinely love this kinda stuff, it might even inspire me to come back.

Either way, I still do have plans to finish Young Iron. In Pursuit of Self was always going to be the last in the series, I want the series it to have a definitive end, unlike my previous series with Godzilla which just randomly dropped off. I want to finish it but when things are looking up and things have gotten better.

In other news, Transformers One really got me into a Transformer’s hyper fixation so you might see some new things in regards to the Transformers franchise. (Probably not ONE related but you never know.)

Wishing all my followers and mutuals a wonderful 2025! 

Stay Safe, smooth running and dry rails!