#im nervous about accidentally seeing something i would have rather not

[arowyn-m]

[Color-coding this for comparison between S1 & S2 teaser releases]

So as far as Arcane S2 trailer promo goes we have

S2 announcement (2 years before S2)

Arcane S2: First Look (January 2024)

Annecy Vi scene (June 2024) <- note*

Arcane S2 Teaser (June 2024) <- note*

Arcane: Stealth Mission (July 2024)

Additional trailer?

Final trailer?

I looked back at the Arcane S1 trailers and their respective release dates/styles of release, and so far it looks pretty similar to the release trajectory of promo last time.

Arcane announcement (2 years before S1)

Arcane first look (May 2021)

Arcane: A Score to Settle (June 2021)

Arcane Trailer (September 2021)

Final Trailer (October 2021)

*The only major difference between these chronological releases is the Vi scene that was shown at Annecy (which may or may not be the scene comparable to A Score to Settle) and the extra teaser trailer we’ve gotten.

I believe they chose to release an additional teaser specifically because it would wake up the fandom a little and make us all more likely to purchase the dvd’s, vinyls, artbooks etc. but that’s besides the point—

Anyway it looks like in September we’re likely to get a trailer about 2.5 minutes long with a lot of strong voicelines and out of context shots from every act. The emphasis of Arcane shots in the Geeked Week preview would support this, so it’s really not news to anyone but it’s interesting to see the stats laid out.

In late October, we’ll probably get a final trailer of about the same length but it’ll be edited more like a chronological setting the stage for what to expect from the season. I will (probably) not be watching this trailer in particular lmao

[rafesbunny]

ipad kid- r.c 🎀

where r accidentally buys robux on rafes account

fuck. you had accidentally bought 50 dollars worth of robux and it was all on rafes card. when you were bored and rafe was busy with business, you would dedicate that time to yourself and more specifically with your prized possession. your ipad. every once in a while you would stack up on robux to be able to customise your little character, buy upgrades on your tycoons, and to be able to skip levels and buy helpers on the obbys. you would always use your own card, you know rafe would pay for whatever you wanted no matter how expensive it was, but you were too ashamed to ask him to pay for your little game made originally for kids. however, when your banking app didn’t give you notifications after your purchase, you became confused as to where this money has been taken from, so to solve your mystery you went onto the settings to see which card was set up to your ipad. and it was just your luck that it was rafes. he must’ve changed it to his not too long ago as it was only the other month you had given into your guilty pleasure once more. now you had to face the embarrassment of telling your boyfriend on what you have done.

building up the courage you slowly trecked down the hallway into rafes office. you stood in the door way too nervous to speak but he could sense you, “what’s the matter, kid? need something?” he asked not looking away from the document on his computer. “i-well basically- i” you didn’t know how to tell him about you’re shameful secret, dreading the teasing you would receive from him, “spit it out,kid, haven’t got all day. got work to do” he faced you. like ripping off a bandaid you spat out quickly, “i accidentally used your card instead of mine to buy stuff for the games i play. im sorry” he looked at you shocked, not in anger or disbelief why you would spend that money on a game. but rather shock you felt embarrassed that you used his money. the money he worked hard for so that he could spend it on you. just you. for whatever you wanted. he dismissed it with a shake of his head and a little smile before going back to his work, “ oh don’t stress it baby, use my money for whatever you want”. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and made your way back to your room to purchase vip for your favourite game.

[imaniwriting]

Season 2 rafe when he has to leave his love reader to go live somewhere else because if wards 'death' and so he calls insomnia!reader at night and talks with her ti make her go to sleep and the pouges listen in on there conversation because they were accidentally hiding in his room?? Sorry if it doesn't make sense 😭

(Some requests got deleted and i don't remember them well enough to still write the imagine)

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 (requests are open)

Warnings : swearing

Summary : when rafe left, you realized that it wasn’t the pills that cured your insomnia it was rafe

Genre : fluff

Ever since rafe left you could not sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, no rather the opposite every part of your body begged for rest but your brain didn’t grant those wishes.

Only now had you realized that Rafe was the reason you slept so good. The way his arms were wrapped around you or the way you were close enough to hear his heart beat was the reason you could sleep.

But now all these things were gone, his scent, his kisses, his hugs maybe never coming back. You hit your head against the pillow hoping that maybe something in your head would move and you would fall asleep. But it didn’t and you were left to stare at the ceiling.

Then your phone started ringing making you flinch since it was so quiet only the sound of the waves hitting shore. “Fucking hell” you groaned sitting up in your queen sized bed.

You picked up your phone and put on your glasses the one you only used when it was night since you didn't like the way you looked with them.

You picked up the call with a smile after seeing the callers id and not long after Rafe’s face popped up on the screen “hi” you breathed out after seeing him smile at you through the screen.

“You have your glasses on!” He exclaimed laughing when you just stared at him he apologized and stared at you through the screen. “God i fucking miss you already.” He admitted he would never do so in front of anybody else but you were different.

“He’s whipped” whispered JJ from his place in the walk in closet the pouges all were stuffed into when they saw rafe entering the room. Sarah nodded she knew her brother he would never in a thousand years admit affection for someone.

“So what are you doing Mr. Cameron why are you still awake? You asked curiously while laying back down on her bed. Rafe shook his head “im awake because i know you can’t sleep and that you most likely wont until i help you to” he explained getting comfortable on his bed.

“Well i would love to tell you, you are wrong but sadly you aren’t.” You replied sighing. ”didn't know y/n needed help sleeping” john b piped up leaning his head against the wall. Even though he was nervous about the whole being in Rafe Cameron’s closet thing he found it quite amusing.

“Did you at least try and take your pill’s?” He asked softly seeing the tired look on her face. “You just want me to fucking tell you that I can’t sleep without you do you Rafe?”

“Maybe” he said smiling slightly you were the only person that could read him. You let out a yawn which made Rafe smile harder he knew that this was the first stage now he only had to tell you random stories about his life before you and you’ll sleep.

”dude this is actually impressive” whispered Pope making JJ frown at him “what the fact that she starts getting tired?” He asked making pope shake his head “well not exactly that but it takes a lot to make a insomniac sleepy by just talking to them” he explained

“Baby, how was your day?” You asked running your hand through your hair. And with that Rafe started talking about how he missed you and how his day looked like without you. At the end you were fast asleep and the pouges were also trying not to fall asleep. It was after all almost 3 am.

“Good night baby i have to take care of something” rafe whispered hanging up and then he stood up walking over to the walk in closet already knowing what was waiting on him on the other side.

[bpsmuts]

The Coachella Experience - Lisa

Lisa x Male Reader

Words: 1.522

Summary: Lisa always wanted to try something risky, Coachella seemed to be the best choice...

After a minutes walking, you took a left turn and walked under a tent, back outside. It looked very pretty and one wall had a neon sign, reading "Pinkchella". "This is us! Finally!" sighed Rose as she fell onto a beanbag.

Jisoo and Jennie also sat down at a table and got out their phones, leaving you and Lisa just standing there. "So... what now?" You asked her.

"Whatever you want. We can go around the festival, chill here for a bit. Its up to you, I'll just tag along" Lisa responded, giving you one of her cute smiles.

"Let's explore then!" You say and before you could even take a step, Lisa grabs your hand and the two of you head out to the main festival site.

Lisa basically runs through the crowd, you trying to not break her wrist, follow closely still holding her hand. The two of you eventually arrive on a rather excluded location. You see maybe 10 people below the hill you're on.

"Where are we Lisa?" You ask her. "At the best and also HIDDEN spot on the festival site!" She says, putting special stress on the hidden part. "You see, the main stage is close enough for us to hear the music, but we're far enough as to not be disturbed by anyone" Lisa explains, whilst sitting down in the grass.

You sit down next to her, still holding her hand, taking in the view. "Wow Lis, this place is really cool. You can actually see everything from here"

"Yep, sometimes people come up here tho, to umm... you know. Be alone... and not be disturbed" Lisa says rather awkwardly. "Alone and not disturbed?" You ask, accidentally locking eyes with her.

"You know what Im talking about... 2 people... having some alone time" Lisa tries to explain. "I dont think I get what you're saying" You respond, having to laugh at your own stupidity.

"Sex! Y/N. People have Sex up here sometimes" Lisa finally says, still locking eyes with you.

"Ohhhhh... I get it now" You laugh. "Wait... You didn't get me up here to... umm.." You stutter for words

"Oh no no no Y/N. Like, I was just saying that people sometimes do that here." Lisa replies, finally breaking eye contact and looking away shyly.

After around 10 seconds of silence, Lisa asks "Have you had.. umm.. alone time with someone on a festival before?". She still didnt make eye contact, looking away.

"Umm.. No actually, you?" You reply. "Nope, I've always kind of wanted to try it, but I get so nervous" Lisa admits.

Not knowing what to respond, you sit there for a bit, before Lisa grabs your hand and gets up again. "Lets go back to the girls, I think we wanted to check out the festival together!"

The both of you stand up and start walking off the jhill, towards the festival site. You stop her tho. "You know, if you want to you know...-"

Lisa interrupts you "Okay, lets stop talking around the word. I want to have Sex at a festival!". "Okay, so if you want to have sex, but always end up getting too nervous, maybe you should start slow" You suggest.

"And how would I do that?" Lisa asks curiously. "A kiss.. or some simple touching." You suggest to her. "Hmm.." Lisa falls quiet for a moment. "Do you... want to kiss me Y/N?" She asks silently.

"Me?... Umm, Lis I work for you". "So? It wouldnt be thaat weird" She replies. "Plus, you've also never had sex at a festival before" She adds to her point.

"Okay, woah woah. Lisa. We just went from maybe kissing, to us having sex. What if someone catches us?" You ask her. "They won't and if its one of the girls, they wouldnt tell. Trust me Y/N" Lisa looks at you, with her cute eyes and smile.

"Okay, how about this. We kiss. Once. Here. Then think about it and see how we feel tomorrow. Deal?" You ask her. "Deal!" Lisa responds.

"So how do we do this?" You ask, getting nervous. "What do you mean? Haven't you kissed a girl before?" Lisa mocks you a little. "I have, plently, but never someone like you... on the spot like this" You say, trying to defend yourself.

"Someone like me? Whats that supposed to mean?" Lisa asks, as she slowly gets closer. "An Idol. A Superstar. A Celebrity". "Just pretend, that Im a normal girl. Which I am. I have Boobs. I have.." she gets closer to you and whispers "a vagina" into your ear seductivley.

"Haha, very funny." You say as you pull her closer. Now less than an inch are seperating your lips from her's. "I wasn't lying you know" Lisa says. "I know you weren't, but we have a deal" You respond.

"Deals are meant to be broken" Lisa snaps back. "Thats promises, Lis." You correct her, as the tension starts to rise even more between you two.

"Then I promise you, that I won't have Sex with you tonight" Lisa counters. "Ah fuck it" You respond, before pulling Lisa in and planting your lips on her's.

The two of you start to deepen the kiss and move to making out shortly after. Lisa takes your hand and places it on her boobs, leaving you squeezing and carressing them, earning you a small moan.

You break the kiss and ask "Do you want to do it up here?". "No, lets move back up onto the hill, I want a view" Lisa responds, pulling you behind her.

She lays down onto the grass, starting to pull down her skirt and revealing white lacy panties. After you get your pants off, you lock eyes with her. "White and Lacy? Wow, you really are a secret slut Manoban"

"I come prepared". You don't want to waster anymore time, so you help Lisa take her top off, giving you a site of her small but unbelievably beautifull boobs.

You fall back onto her, kissing her lips, before slowly moving down to her nipples. "A-Ahhh" Lisa lets out a moan of relief, as you start circular motions around her nipples, while your hand had moved further down into her panties.

Your head catching up, moves further down from her nipples, towards her panties aswell. "On or Off, Lis?" You ask her. "Off, they're yours now!" She says, breathing heavily.

You pull down the panties and lay them over your shorts next to you, before moving your head between her legs. You start by kissing her folds, before starting to lick them and eating Lisa out.

"A-Ahhh Y/N! AHH FUCK" Lisa cant hold her moans any longer. You continue to eat Lisa's pussy for a couple minutes, before moving back up to her face.

"Would the idol like to taste herself?" You ask her. "Yes please" Lisa says, completely out of breath. You kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on your lips.

Lisa breaks the kiss "I want you Y/N. I want you so deep inside of me. Please" You dont let her tell you that twice and line up your dick, before slowly pushing it inside her.

She starts to moan louder and louder, giving you a slight fear that others can hear you, but at the same time you didn't care. You were having Sex with THE Lisa Manoban... from Blackpink.

You continued and picked up the pace, to see Lisa's response and after a couple minutes, you could start to feel yourself get closer. "I'm getting close Y/N" Lisa said, like it was a perfect movie. "Me Too, Lis"

"Let's cum together Y/N" Lisa suggested inbetween moans. "Ready?" You asked her, getting a nod in response.

You could feel here pussy getting tighter as you let lose and felt your cum pump into her. "AH FUCK, Y/N" Lisa moaned as she orgasm'd.

After you both reached your climax, you collapsed next to her. "That was perfect, Lis" You told her, catching your breath. "It really was, Y/N".

The two of you both layed in the grass, enjoying the sun on your naked bodies. "Have I ever told you, that I actually really like you calling me Lis?" Lisa asked you. "Nope, but thats good to know" you respond.

"Yeah, makes me feel cute" Lisa laughs as she gets up and start to put her clothes back on, handing her white panties to you, as you do the same.

"These are yours by the way" she says. "Why? Don't you want some... protection... it is pretty windy and I wouldnt want anyone seeing a white substance run down your leg"

Lisa smirks, "No, keep them. Take it as a trophy... for having sex with an idol. Plus I have a backup in my bag by the tent".

You take the panties and stuff them into your pocket, before putting on your shirt. "Ready to go?" Lisa asks you. "Yes, Lis" You smirk.

The both of you walk off, hand in hand and make your way back to the tent.

[dairyminki]

Rielleeeeee, congrats on your milestone darling, im so so proud of you!! I would like to request some fluff with Wooyoung, based off taylor swift's how you get the girl 🤍 Take your time and congrats once again, your event is cute like you 🤍

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: broke your heart, i'll put it back together (song: how you get the girl by taylor swift)

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint

warning/s: none

wc: 1.2k

a/n: oh sweet chip!! 🥺 stfu she called me cute im blushing i got a lil carried away with this hence the wc but likeee i hope i somehow put enough fluff here for u to enjoy?? hehe tysm again bby! ♡

* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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Wooyoung was soaking wet.

However, he doesn't mind in the very least. Not even when the fabric of his dress shirt and slacks uncomfortably clings to his body, the wetness of it all spreading goosebumps in his skin as the nightly air blows past him.

See he's not planning on giving up. Not until you open the door and hear him out. Standing outside your doorstep while the rain is pouring doesn't really faze him that much.

Truth be told, Wooyoung's supposed to be aboard the plane right now—completely missing his flight which was just a couple minutes ago. While some may have panicked, he's all but that. Although, he is a tad bit nervous.

Not because he knows his parents will be bombarding him with phone calls and text messages once they know that he's not on a plane returning to gloomy London tomorrow morning—the hell with London and his furious parents. Rather, it's mainly because of you, and you're the only one Wooyoung cares about right now, frankly.

You—who he didn't even get a glimpse of for half a year. Which he thinks he really deserves after deciding to leave you out of the blue. Well, not really out of the blue since he had his reasons, and yeah, well…that's another story for later.

The thing is, tonight wasn't really planned in the slightest. In fact, Wooyoung, coming to your college reunion was a spontaneous decision made by him after Kang Yeosang—one of your friends—accidentally let the fact, that you'll be attending said reunion, slip out from his blabbering mouth.

That random information which luckily fell in Wooyoung's grasp spurred him to grab any clothing his eyes could land on and come rushing in his car to attend tonight's reunion which he so adamantly refused to go to.

And Wooyoung is glad that he did go. Because, as soon as he steps inside the nostalgic campus grounds and through the long hallway leading towards the gymnasium, he sees you.

You who looked stunning dressed in that white dress he had gifted you way back then, just barely a year in your relationship. Wooyoung bought that dress with the thought of putting a ring on your finger someday.

And he is hoping that despite all that's been said and done between you two, that 'someday' will still be just right around the corner.

If only you'd just open up and hear his words tonight, then it possibly would.

The heavens above might just be hearing his pleas, or he just looks too pathetic already that they can't stand a second longer of seeing him standing under the rain—if he's really unlucky, they might even send down a lightning bolt or something.

Wooyoung squints his eyes when he sees the beige curtains on your window move slightly. He wasn't sure at first if he was just seeing things, but then he catches sight of how one of your dangly earrings subtly produced a needle-like flash due to the LED lights on your porch.

His heart does a little leap at the fact of you peeking at him and the possibility of you opening the door.

But that moment of subtle joy fades when you open the door and then it reveals you—you with puffy eyes and a red nose. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you just hesitatingly opening the door even wider.

"You're insane." Were your first words to him that night.

"It's just a little rain," He replies, offering the smallest of smiles, not really sure how to react now that you're finally facing each other.

You sniffle and shake your head, for a second, you look down at your fiddling hands, and then you're looking back at him, gaze sharp, "Why are you here, Wooyoung?"

"I- well, I—"

"Why am I even talking to you?" You sigh, already moving to close the door but of course he puts a foot in, preventing the door from shutting on his face, and preventing you from shutting him away from your life furthermore.

"I'm really not supposed to be here right now, but here I am," Wooyoung spits out in a rush. "Please, just…hear me out?" He asks, his voice sounding out to be a lot smaller.

"Woo-" You stop yourself, sighing, "Come on in, let's get you dry first."

You were too nice, too nice even to someone who broke your heart, Wooyoung thinks. But that's why he's here, hell-bent on fixing things with you and proving to you that he won't do that same mistake of leaving you ever again.

"You're wearing the dress. I thought…you threw it already," Wooyoung speaks up by the time you come back to him with a towel and some spare clothes. His old clothes, he takes note.

"Y-Yeah, I thought it'd be suitable for the theme of the reunion." You shrug, handing him the towel while you hang the clean clothes on the sofa's arm. And then he hears you clear your throat.

"I know you're still drying yourself up, but…why are you here, Woo?"

"Funny you should ask me that because I should be in a plane back to London right now but-"

"You missed your flight?!" You cut off his ramblings with a shout.

"Willingly, Y/N. I missed my flight willingly and I'm very pleased with it." Wooyoung smirks.

"What would your-"

"And that is why you should hear me out tonight or my sacrifice would literally mean nothing," Wooyoung replies with a pout, and then he spreads the towel on half of the sofa, sits down, and then pats the empty space, that was also wet towel-free, beside him.

Wooyoung goes on about his mistakes, his reasons, and countless of apologies while you fiddled with the hem of your dress for most of it.

"I mean, i-it's only been six months, Woo. The memory is still fresh and…" You don't get to finish what you were saying as the tears finally escape you. Wooyoung immediately cups your face in his hands and wipes the tears that keep coming, his touch, ever so gentle.

"I would wait forever and ever. Because I want you for worse or for better, and everything in between, Y/N." He whispers, already in tears as well, and when your previously quivering lips break into a smile, he does the same.

But then, Wooyoung's phone resounds with a ding, which got both of your attention. You were the first one to look away and stare at the phone on the table, an audible gasp leaving your mouth when you saw the picture that served as his lockscreen.

"You never changed it…" You point out, looking back at him and seeing Wooyoung's lips break into an even wider grin.

A picture taken during the 26th of November, Wooyoung's birthday. A picture of him kissing you on the cheek while you're wearing your brightest smile. A picture he randomly self-captured with his phone as soon as his lips met the softness of your cheek—your giggles filling the entire apartment.

It was the same day that he gave you that dress, and the very day that you finally said yes to him being your boyfriend. The day you officially became his other half, and he, yours.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Delta anon here and I have returned to do the ask thingy!

I'm gonna be real, I have only a vague memory of entirely why I started following you. It was probably after I had SCOURED all of Tumblr for Delta-related things, and then I found a post you had made. I remember that it was the post you made about Delta being plural, and that i immediately sent it to one of my friends out of excitement. And out of the sheer joy of finally finding someone who even as much as knew of his existence, I followed you immediately (this is also how I started following the majority of the people I do now lmao).

I also began sending asks relating to Delta somewhere around that time, too. It was all on anon obviously, but sending anon asks to you about Delta helped me actually learn a lot more about Tumblr and interactions through it. And when I got a positive/respectful response (I say this in the fact that I didnt think you would be mean, but rather in the fact that I'd never previously interacted with anyone that i could directly send asks to and remain secret so I was incredibly nervous), it encouraged me to keep going. Which is why I said in a previous anon that I was probably at least a solid half of the contributions about the asks involving Delta.

So, in this, thank you for making me feel more confident and comfortable with both interacting with people and also contributing to things I enjoy. I really enjoy getting to send asks and receive responses, which is why I'm around so much lmao. I don't have to worry about being seen as annoying, which is a massive weight off my shoulders - especially knowing that I can remain anonymous and not have the fear of being judged publicly where everyone can see.

In truth, I've always been afraid of directly contributing to content, especially on a platform that's known for judgement sometimes. I've always been afraid of being judged in sharing my own personal headcanons about my favorite characters, but being able to go anon made me feel much more comfortable just sending an ask.

So, all in all, thank you. However I will continue to stay on anon because I like the idea of people not knowing who I am lmao. The mystery entertains me /silly

(And btw, same as crow, we are also secretly mutuals lmao)

ahhhh i love my mysterious secret mutuals!! Im so glad i was able to help you feel more comfortable and confident engaging and contributing to content about your favorite characters! It took me a long time to manage to get there on my own and im glad i was at least able to do that for someone else, even if unknowingly.

And as goes for anyone sending any asks to me on anonymous, I will always try to keep yalls identities/users secret.

including if you accidentally send something without turning on anonymous (which i can tell if the end message is still signed [nickname] anon near the top or end of a message), in which case id probably just screenshot the ask and crop out any usernames before I answer the ask and post it.

And I completely understand the worry about being judged Del, I’ve been on and off Tumblr as a quiet lurker for years before I begin posting at all. But I’m honestly glad I managed to find the courage to do so, it gave me the chance to meet and talk to some pretty amazing people and it’s just so nice to have fun with everyone.

And i honestly enjoy reading everything you have to say about Delta, Beta, the Epic Sanses, etc. You have such cool ideas and I can tell how much you really seem to love this AU and this character and all his potential. And I love talking about him, he’s such a goober. I could never be annoyed by seeing an ask from you, im always overjoyed see one or even sixty lmao.

[lucycore]

Hello again haha

As you can tell by now I LOVE your work. And I saw you wanted some ideas.

ANYWAY!

I've got a Peter Criss fan fic (🌶🔥 of course) idea for ya!

I've heard from Paul and Gene that Peter threw his drumsticks on them (live on stage) when he got upset.

So... What if that drumstic hits you (reader). After the show and he walks towards "you" after the show to ask if you're alright, and yeah... You'll do the rest😏

Heyy I really enjoy that idea. Hope u like it and thx a lot ♡

Peter criss imagine

Pov: Peter accidentally hurts u with his drumstick.

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It's 1979 and u finally could go on a Kiss concert. U were very excited to see the boys but deep down in ur heart u were more excited about seeing ur favorite catman with his cute cat make up. Peter criss.

U decided to be the most beautiful girl on the concert and even made sure to get in the very first row, right next to the stage. Ur heart was beating like crazy knowing u will see soon ur favorite boys..Or should I say boy? ;) (sorry).

After waiting for way too long finally, the lights changed and u heard loud screams and cheering all around u..The boys finally came on stage. Ur eyes immediately turned themselves to see Peter with his cute face paint, smiling at the fans that were freaking out. U couldn't stop smiling seeing him all happy and cute..He made u blush like crazy.

They started playing and u couldn't help but just cry out. U waited for way too long and now finally u could see them life..It felt like a dream.

As u were singing along all dreamed up and not aware of anything as if u left earth, u got woken up by a bang to ur head and slight pain that followed right after.

"What the heck? What was that?" It shocked u. "Felt like I got hit by something."

U looked around if someone hit u by accident but that wasn't the case. Everyone was concentrated on the guys playing. U looked down on the floor and saw a drumstick.

"Wait?..Is that...Is that Peters drumstick?" U had a lot of feelings go through u at that moment when u realized that u got hit by his drumstick.

In fact, peter was known to throw his sticks around and people did see it but when they couldn't catch it they just kinda left it there thinking someone else did catch it also Peter was known for getting upset and not throwing it directly at the fans but rather at Paul and Gene. Well this time it hit u.

U couldn't really process what was happening. Is it real life or am I actually dreaming? I got to see peter live and now even found his drumstick? Wtf is going on?

U could stop smiling, everything was perfect. The last great thing that could happen would be him calling u backstage but that's impossible so u quickly got it out of ur mind.

After the show was done all the fans started going out or backstage when they had a vip ticket. U sadly didn't so with the pain in ur heart and Peters drumstick close to ur heart u started making ur way out. Surprisingly u heard a voice behind u saying "hey" so u turned around curious who would it be. "Now I'm really getting nuts." U thought.

U couldn't believe ur eyes. It was peter..Fucking Peter criss standing in front of u with a soft almost nervous smile. U started shaking, ur heart beating higher and ur face getting pale.

"Im sorry for hurting u with my drumstick..I should be more careful and maybe not throw too hard objects..."

U just stared at him with a shocked face not quite ready to process what was going on.

"Hope ur ok?..." He added.

"Y-Yeah sure..Don't worry about it..Didn't even hurt that bad.." U smiled nervously.

He smiled back and nodded softly.

"So...Can I do something for u?.." He asked.

"F-For me? U stuttered. "N-No..I mean I'm okay and it's already a blessing getting hit by ur drumstick and then having u talk to me..What more could I wish for?" U said happily what made him laugh a little shyly as he looked down.

"Well are u sure? How about I take u backstage..We could talk more and better..It's quite chaotic here."

U thought u will pass out..Usually these things only happen in ur imagination but this time it's fucking real. U of course nodded and went with him. U guys went into his room and u just had to look around..It was stunning to see his room that he had while being on tour.

*Time skip*

After talking for some time u got more comfortable with him and he with u. U saw noticed his looks on ur body, literally striping u down with his eyes. U did look sexy that evening and got some guys to look at u but tonight it seems like ur only his..And by his I mean Peter.

"Yk it was nice meeting a chill girl like u..and again sorry for hurting u..I didn't mean to throw it that far."

U again told him that it was alright. He suddenly moved closer to u and ur heart again started beating faster.

"I know how I can make this up.." He whispered softly what made u blush like crazy.

"R-Really? How?" Ur face got read and the look in ur face was just shocked and nervous.

Peter smirked and as u were trying to realize what was happening, u were laying there, legs spread wide apart and Peters head between them.

Ur hand were grabbing onto the bed sheets as Peters tongue entered ur opening. U had ur head thrown back feeling his tongue penetrating u.

U let out not too loud but high moans while feeling all dizzy from the pleasure. U never had ur pussy licked before and for the very first time of yours it felt like heaven.

U didn't know what to do with ur head and the bed sheets weren't enough to grab so u just went for his hair and pulled him even closer, making his face almost disappear in ur private parts. His hands were stroking ur thighs and grabbing onto them. Ur eyes rolled back as u felt close to cumming.

U started cursing and his fingers thrusted in u as he felt u getting closer. His tongue was eating ur clit, hitting ur g spot.

Ur moans got louder and ur legs started closing but he forcefully kept them open. Ur back arched and ur body lifted itself while u were cumming all over his face and fingers. U literally squirted his fingers out of ur opening. That's how well he made u cum. He had a lot of experience and good for u..Ur first time having Oral was like an complete dream..People wouldn't believe if u would tell them.

He left u hardly breathing on the bed. U closed ur eyes cuz u needed a second while he was watching u and smirking. U told him that it was ur first time and he got excited about it and also got a little ego booster hearing how good he was.

Now u didn't have any condoms like him but u still wanted to repay him so without saying anything u sat up and made him lay down. U never sucked dick before but u didn't care about that, u just wanted to satisfy ur king so u just started stroking it and slowly licking and kissing his tip. Peter let out a little groan and closed his eyes, having one arm behind his head.

When u noticed that u were doing the right thing u decided to take him deeper inside but got stopped by ur gag reflex. U sucked on it for a bit to get ur throat used to that feeling so it allowed u to take him deeper and let him feel the heaven u felt a few mins ago. His groans got louder and ur sucking deeper and faster.

With ur free hand u squeezed his big balls for extra pleasure and with the other one u were stroking his cock while sucking.

He groaned and was keep telling u how good ur doing and how much he enjoys it.

This made u even weaker for him and letting him fuck ur throat was like a reward.

While he was closer to his climax, he grabbed the back of your head and pushed u deeper in. Ur gag reflex returned but u didn't care less. Ur only goal was to satisfy him and nothing more. He was thrusting faster and faster making ur eyes clench till he finally released in ur mouth.

His warm load was dripping down ur throat and his cock twitching on ur tongue. After he took it out of ur mouth u swallowed what was left of his load in ur mouth mixed with ur saliva.

He fell back on the bed all exhausted and heavily breathing while u laid ur head on his chest.

"That was amazing y/n" He mumbled.

"It was" U had ur eyes closed and breathed out deeply.

"I won't let u go..U will have to stay here till morning..U were so amazing and so beautiful..I need u right now to calm down and spend time with someone who's not like those groupie whores."

His words made u feel so special and u just still kinda couldn't believe that it's true..Usually at that point u would wake up and hate that u did but this time it was completely real. U were laying in ur favorite Rockstars arms and u were more than happy, hoping this never ends...

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Excuse any typos. It's currently 1am I'm tired goodnight.

[mysoulsickened]

henry clerval x fem reader... just overall 😵‍💫🙏

courtship, engagement, marriage.. as long as it has henry im SET!

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

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Notes; Hi! So happy with the Henry request. You never see any content for him alone, so I hope you like it! These are very... scattered, so forgive me anon. :)

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𖤓 As friends, you and Henry were always destined to be close. It was just something about the way you both "clicked."

𖤓 I feel like you would have met him young, but not too young. Maybe eight or ten.

𖤓 You could have been playing alone in the woods and accidentally met him and Victor, or maybe your families were friends... Either way, he welcomed you with open arms and a hug.

𖤓 That's just how Henry is, was, will always be. Extroverted, confident, sure of himself. And it was always admirable.

𖤓 I like to think that he had sleepovers with Victor growing up, and perhaps you might have had sleepovers with Elizabeth. Sneaking out at night into the gardens with you seems like a very Henry thing.

𖤓 He probably told you how much scope there was... recited a poem or two... told you how nice you looked in the moonlight.

𖤓 Henry was an overly dramatic, expressionate child, what can I say?

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𖤓 But then, after a while, you both grew up. And whilst you were both so comfortable with each other and so happy to be around one another, he just... realises one day.

𖤓 He's so aware of what he's thinking and doing and feeling. How he looks. How he's smirking rather than smiling, and how it probably makes him look like an idiot.

𖤓 Someone help him genuinely. He gets so flustered and bashful once he realises his feelings.

𖤓 And it's one night, at one of his sleepovers with Victor, which he speaks about it with someone other than himself. Victor, most likely, just nods and makes 'mm-hm' noises as Henry rants, and to an outside eye, it probably looked stupidly comedic.

𖤓 Here he is, going on and on and on about how much he likes you, how he thinks you're beautiful, and Victor is about five seconds away from blowing out his candle and going to sleep.

𖤓 But after weeks of preperation, weeks of planning, he tells you.

𖤓 He wanted it to be perfect, absolutely perfect. He was the confident one out of you two, so what on earth was he worried for?

𖤓 But, as cruel as life is to everyone, it wasn't perfect.

𖤓 He led you down to a lake, which you both always frequented, and then suddenly, he fell over.

𖤓 Despite how embarrassed he was, he did ask you for a courtship, and of course, you said yes.

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𖤓 The engagement was lovely. You got to see a side of Henry which he always spoke and preached about, but never put into action.

𖤓 He would write you endless poems and letters, detailing his devotion and love in the most beautiful way.

𖤓 And after months and months of romance, it was finally the wedding day.

𖤓 Despite how nervous he had been preparing things like the courtship, engagement, and the wedding itself, he was surprisingly calm on the day.

𖤓 He wrote his own vows. Of course he did.

[minkkumaz]

OMI!

ik homecoming was like.. a few months ago.. bt all of a sudden i was cleaning my shelf dedicated to my bonedo collection, and i accidentally knocked over woonhaks letter ver. and i dont know what came over me but like imagine being woonhaks hoco date :(

(no idea how knocking over that mini album gave me this idea but it just did…!)

i dont think woonhak would be the type to publicly go up to you with those big hoco posters in the middle of class or something, but rather he’d ask you out in a place meaningful for both of u. sure,, he’d invite his friends to help or just be there for moral support but he’d want to keep it special and for you to only witness.

his board will definitely be purely selfmade. he’d ask some design tips from taesan, but other than that he’d make it solely by himself with no inspiration from anyone elses. (he claims to be a selfmade billionaire artist after you admire his poster)

woonhak would be cheeky,, the rare times where you two facetime without your camera on, he’d be working on the poster. he wants to be immersed in your presence for better inspiration!

NOW! for the actual event. I feel like woonhak would secretly know how to tie a tie, but he’d act like he doesn’t so you could tie it for him.

seeing woonhak for the first time in your brand new dress made you nervous. you knew he’d find you beautiful because he never fails to remind you, but the butterflies in your stomach just kept increasing. nonetheless, you were also excited to see your very handsome boyfriend in a suit. you two decided to match of course; matching the tie to the color of the dress you chose.

woonhak stood by the foot of the stairs, waiting for you to do the big reveal. and once you did, he could feel his lips forming into a wild smile. he could feel his cheeks get warmer, he could feel himself getting shyer, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. you were beautiful in every way, he’d remember this day for the rest of his life.

the second you stepped off the staircase, he quickly enveloped you in a hug, the smile never leaving his face.

“you look so beautiful.. so so beautiful.”

your heart was about to leap out of your chest. how could he say such things with such a pure smile?! you complimented him back, his smile seemingly growing larger. woonhak pulled his tie out of his pocket, nudging it to you with a sheepish grin.

“help me?”

as you stood close to him, fixing his tie, he cups your face, staring fondly into your surprised eyes. woonhak caressed your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“im genuinely so in love with you.. did you know that?”

Woonhak is the boy everyone would want to be the date of during homecoming. because its WOONHAK. THEEE Woonhak. By the time you leave your house, (Of course, with woonhak promising your parents he’d take very good care of you) hes covered with a few lipstick stains.

He asked his hyungs to drive him to the dance, so the car was pretty cramped to say the least. Jaehyun teased Woonhak about how lovestruck he was, claiming things like, “oh..they grow up so fast..” and “you practically have hearts for pupils..”

at the actual dance, woonhak would be romantic, but he’d also love to dance randomly with you. if a slow, romantic song played he’d definitely grab you by the waist with a tiny smile and just dance along to the tune.

the two of you swayed to the music, deeply entranced in one anothers embrace. woonhak would whisper sweet words about how grateful he was to have you in his life, and how much he loved you. he took one of your hands off his shoulder and gave it a kiss, gently caressing your fingers in his hands as he smiled at you, his eyes really seeming to shape like hearts this time..

because we should talk abt hand kisses.. ID DIE. ON THE SPOT. FOR THAOE.! LIKEvv

okay like woonhak kissing my hand? HELLO LIKE HELLOOOO. him just bringing it up to his lips and either looking up at you after, or remaining eyecontact while kissing your hand. WHAT A NEEEED that’s literally the main reason fkr me writing this. woonhak giving a kiss on the hand. RGRGGRHRGFJXJC

handkisses my weakness… 😣

also omg the trend where you leave lipstick stains all over ur lovers face.. might be brainstorming that scenario with my faves rn.. (COMING SOON?!!??)

-🍉

it doesn't even need to be homecoming season anymore for me to be absolutely fangirling over this, homecoming would be so sweet with woonhak :(

for me personally, i get embarassed really easy when the attention is on me (ironic because i'm the biggest theater kid ever), so having a private little hoco proposal would be absolutely perfect for me, and seeing a poster he made would make me frown so hard. he deserves the biggest kiss in the entire universe!

the way you wrote this little imagine has me gasping. like how are you hacking into my brain waves and figuring out how i act. i would get shy for him to see me in my dress, but then i'd also probably explode seeing him in a tux. shouldve seen me when but sometimes came out.. i replayed that same exact scene like a billion times.

compliments are my weak spot as well. like anyone gives me a compliment and i'll start crying at their feet. AHHH I CANT STOP IMAGINING THIS MELON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEE

i feel like going in the car with the rest of the bonedo boys would be so funny, they'd have a stakeout outside the school so they could catch reader and woonhak on their way out.

not gonna lie, i always leave school dances early because i am the worst dancer ever and feel awkward sometimes. but maybe my school dances are just lame asf LMAOO

imagining woonhak and reader leaving the dance a little early and walking to the nearest convenience store, just sitting on the curb outside sharing some icecream :)

"yours looks yummy, you should let me try." you smile at woon.

"hey! i bought this with my own hard earned cash, you have your own-" he was cut off as you leaned in and took a bite out of the corner.

"it lives up to the expectation."

"i don't know if i'm more upset at the fact that you ate my icecream, or you took a BITE out of it."

"none of the above?"

"you're right," he sighs, "i can't be mad at you."

he placed a cold kiss on your cheek, pulling you closer into his side. (but he didn't forget to steal a taste of your ice cream as well.

(p.s. i have one of those lipstick trends up that i wrote for sungho! hehe)

[thefreakymunson]

Could you make an eddie x Henderson reader where dustin doesn't know and he accidentally walks into them doing anything you want (kissing/on a date/ other things 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️) and like reacts (idk this is my first time asking anybody and like im nervous 👁👁💧)

You were supposed to have the house to yourself tonight. Your mother was out of town and your worrisome younger brother, Dustin, was hanging out with Mike and the gang. You were set to have a date with your boyfriend Eddie.

And as if he was counting down the seconds as much as you were, there was a knock on the door exactly at 7 PM. A wide grin spread across your face as you opened the door, revealing a denim vest clad Eddie there.

“Are those for me?” You asked sheepishly, nodding towards the bouquet of flowers.

“They are,” he nodded, “I um...I didn’t know which flower was your favorite or...what a good flower even is, but I...I seen these and I thought of you...I figured girls like flowers and you’re – well, you’re a girl...so…”

“I love them,” you smiled, “Thank you, Eddie. Come in.”

After getting the flowers situated in a vase, you sat them on the kitchen island as you continued adding the finishing touches on dinner. You kept it simple, wanting to impress him but also not entirely knowing his true tastes just yet. This was only your fourth date. You wanted something lowkey and calm. The previous dates had been a rock show, a DnD game, and a party. This was something you could spend time with him and really get to know the softer side of him.

“It smells delicious,” Eddie spoke up, watching as you turned the stove top burner off, “What are you making?”

“Spaghetti and a salad,” you nodded.

“Do you always cook this...extravagant?”

“This isn’t extravagant, Eddie.” You smiled softly, “This is minimum for me.”

“Shit...this is extravagant for me. Half the time, I forget to eat until it’s like 3 AM and my stomach is grumbling.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed collar bone.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you nodded, noticing he was still wearing his coat, “I’m only going to be another minute or two.”

He kissed your cheek and stepped back. You watched out the corner of his eye as he tugged the sleeves of his jacket off, revealing a black motorhead shirt. The boy had endless amounts of band merch apparently. His leather jacket was tossed into the recliner by the door as he walked around your living room, looking at the various photos on the wall of your family. Your mom, Dustin, yourself, and that adorable cat.

“Where’s the cat?” Eddie asked, his finger tapping the photo of it hanging above your moms chair, “I would very much like to pet the cat.”

“Oh...uh...Mews was killed...by this...creature that Dustin kept as a pet.”

“Like...a normal creature or a...you know...creature – creature?”

“Creature – creature,” you sighed, “He was a good cat.”

“Jesus,” Eddie snorted.

“Dinner’s done,” you smiled.

You two ate at the table, taking time to talk to each other about your day. It was a comfortable quiet and you were so thankful for the slow paced movement rather than the fast paced experience of the previous dates. It was nice to get to see him so intimately.

After dinner, Eddie helped you wash dishes much to your dismay. It was nice, though. You washed and he rinsed, playfully bumping against each other. You could get used to this, you thought.

“Do we get the rest of the night together?” Eddie inquired, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel as he followed you into the living room.

“We do. My mom’s out of town and Dustin’s with some of his friends.” You nodded.

You sat down on the couch, and much to your liking, Eddie followed suit, a soft sigh as he stretched his legs out in front of him.

“Thank you for this, really.” Eddie said, leaning over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “No ones ever cooked for me…it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, leaning into his palm as he stroked your cheek, “I enjoy cooking...and I enjoy you.”

“I enjoy you, too.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to yours.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the couch as Eddie hovered above you, the kiss taking a needy edge. Your shirt had long been removed as Eddie openly felt you up, your tongues brushed against each others as he grinded himself against you - a soft whine escaping both of your lips. Things were getting hot until you heard the dreadful sound of keys jangling outside of the front door.

“I’m ho- AHH! My eyes!” Dustin’s screech came from somewhere behind Eddie’s head, “What the fuck!”

“Dustin! Get out!” You shouted, using Eddie to cover your topless body, “Now!”

“You get out! This is my house too!” Dustin shouted, slapping his hands over his eyes, “On the COUCH, Y/N? Our MOTHER sits there all the time!”

“Jesus, Henderson! Turn around or walk out!” Eddie shouted, trying to help you find your shirt but no luck.

“I’m so fuckin’ blind right now,” Dustin said, stumbling into the wall as he clasped his hands tighter over his face, “Wait! Is that EDDIE I hear? What are you doing trying to have sex with my sister?! On the COUCH that our mother sits on!?”

“Dustin, I swear to god, go to your room!” You shouted, watching as he tripped over the recliner, nearly knocking the entire table over as he rushed out, “This is the worst day of my life. Oh my god.”

“Shut up, Dustin!” You screamed after him.

You heard his bedroom door shut and burst out laughing at the confused look on Eddie’s face.

“Next time,” Eddie sighed as he reached over to grab your shirt, “We’re doing this at my house.”

“Definitely,” you sighed.

“Talk about a cock block,” Eddie snorted.

[noodles-n-soba]

How they'd be asking you out for prom and how prom will be with them

A modern au

Characters: Bennett, Diluc Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao

A/n: Not me sweating, crying, rolling on the floor, typing with the speed of lightning, being even faster than Venti gliding to write this for y'all~ (School SUCKS) Please enjoy!!

Cw: Might've mixed up grammer and verbs etc- Im not good at consistently writing WHEN I TAKE A WEEK TO DO SO *cough* SCHOOL..- *sobs*

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Bennett

 The moment he sees you walking down the hall after you getting everything needed out of your locker, his face takes a strawberry red color.

".. Why are you blushing like that??" Fischl asked, shoving a strand of hair out of her face to see what made the poor boy turn into a tomato.. Only to see you walking in their direction with your bag in your hands.

"I mean..!? Why is thee overflowing with embarrassment? Is it because of that stunning highness? Of course, they are truly YOUR highness..!" She corrected herself, hands smoothly waving around and head turning every now and then so she'd make a grand act out of her words.

Your eyes fell upon the guy with the bandages and the girl who was moving around quite.. Eyetakingly, you couldn't help but just notice them. Once you realized who they were, you walked towards them with a beaming smile on your face, causing the guy to hit an overheating mode..

"Fischl! Hi! Benny..!" Normally, Bennett wouldn't have been so nervous, but this time of year, his only chance to do this!! He had to!

"Ah! (Y/n), good to see you..! I had a question for you?" Bennett started, Fischl giggled softly but regained her posture rather quickly afterwards.

"Oh! Ask away." You replied, your smile seeming equal to the sun and moon, your beauty unmatched for..! Why was he crushing so ha-!?

Out of nowhere a bag filled with books hit him on the back of the head.

Completely startled you and Fischl crouched down beside him, but the poor guy just kept on muttering nonsense,  eventually going out cold. ,

"A-Ah! Someone!! Help! Get a doctor or something?!" You shouted around, how the hell did this even managed to happen..?

"I caused quite some trouble didn't I..  heh.. " You sighed deeply as both of you turned your heads to Bennett on the nurse's office bed, a bandage wrapped around his head.

"I sincerely cannot accept the reality of a fool throwing their daily education supplies to your head.." Fischl stated disapproving, if you had to be honest.. You really thought the same.

"I'm really unlucky, ain't I?" Bennett mumbled, you simply smiled awkwardly and nodded softly.

"Speaking about which, I really wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to prom with me.. But when that someone threw that bag at me I didn't really had the chance.."

With widened eyes Fischl looked at the boy, making him realize what he just blurted out outta nowhere.. You blinked a few times, but softly chuckled.

"I-!! It wasn't my intention to just bring it to you like that I-" "I'd love to go with you.."

Till the night of prom he's still surprised how you accepted his request..! And the way he didn't even thought about anything he said.. Well, guess he was very lucky once in a while.

And in some way, the night went somewhat smooth, even though he tripped about three times while dancing, Razor somehow crashed into him which made him sit on the side with an icepack on his arm and someone accidentally spilling their drink on him towards the end.. And still after all of this, he called his day successful... Purely because he received a kiss on the cheek from you!!

Though, that made him lose consciousness for somewhat a minute.. Not necessarily that "nice"..

Diluc

Seeing the school all tidied up, posters everywhere notifying everyone prom would be in a few days, hearts hanging on every wall saying "will you be the new queen and king this year?!" made him cringe so incredibly hard.

At first he didn't even wanted to go, but when he overheard your conversation in class, saying you wouldn't miss out on your last prom.. His cogs seemed to work the other way around.

Though, he felt fairly disturbed when he also heard Donna say she wished that he would take her to prom.

"Whats the deal Diluc? You're looking quite.. Sour." Kaeya brought out grinning. It didn't even take a second or Diluc retook his normal pokerface as he answered: "Nothing."

So, he had a week to ask YOU for prom.. How tho? He wasn't going to do it in front of everyone in class, or when Donna was close.. Nope. The only thing he could do was text you to ask if you.. Were in the mood to do something. As in.. A restaurant or something? Ugh he didn't even knew how to ask you if you wanted to go out with him..

At last, a day or two before prom, he finally sent you a text asking if you would like to visit some accommodation with him.. He was a bit discreet, but you didn't hesitate to say yes!

"I'm glad you could come, (Y/n)" Upon arrival he checked you out, a bit stunned and speechless for a second, but like the gentleman he is, he held out an arm for you to stick your hand through.

Surprised by all the luxury surrounding you, absolutely not expecting to go to such an expensive restaurant out of nowhere, you enjoyed the best dinner ever..! Well, time to raise the question.

"... I know this is a little sudden and stuff, but I didn't really find an opportunity to ask this at school. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to.. Prom with me.."

Surprised by his question, no, more the fact that he was planning on going.. That's a first.. But also WITH YOU..? It made your entire face lit up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up so abruptly. Apologies.." Diluc mumbled as he folded his hands together and held them in front of his face.

"N-No! Not at all!! I'm a bit surprised by the fact that you want to go with me..!" You immediately answered, slightly panicking.  Diluc looked back at you, waiting patiently for your final decision.

"And.. I would love to go with you.." You never saw so much emotion in his face, extreme relieve and a small smile. This guy really managed to capture you this easily with his charms and actions huh?

And you really never regretted this decision.. The night of prom really made you giggle, roll around and kick your feet whenever you thought back about it.

Never had you expected him being such a good dancer, the two of you really stole the spotlight. Your gown/suit was truly beautiful, but people also stared at high ponytail Diluc.. And his eyes? They were only on you.

The two of you even became prom queen/king and king, which made Diluc cringe quite a bit.. Again.

Oh, and you officially made an enemy. Donna. 

Heizou

He wouldn't even be ashamed to ask you.. No shame whatsoever.

Though, he had some nerves running through his body whenever he approached you.. Trying to bring up the question, but every time he somehow avoided asking you.

He was absolutely captivated upon seeing you, forgetting what the hell he was about to ask... Just having a conversation about other random things.

Whenever it was time for you to move to your next class or you getting dragged away by your friends, he would mumble a soft "shoot" before Kazuha would try waking him up from his thoughts.

"Ah, you should try asking them another time. You still have 2 weeks left, there's no rush." 2 weeks.. He didn't liked to procrastinate on this kind of stuff, not at all..!

About a week before prom he heard a rumor this really hot dude asked you out to be his prom date.. Being so incredibly stressed out he didn't think about the fact if you said yes or no to him..

The moment he saw you sitting in the library, he approached you and placed his bag on the floor as he took a seat right in front of you. Surprised you looked up from your work, not expecting to see Heizou here.

"Say, (Y/n)? Prom is around the corner huh?" He started casually, but truth be told, his heart was pounding in his throat right now. A little confused you softly hummed.

"I'd feel very honored to be your date.. You'd look so beautiful that night, I just know for sure.. And I'd love to be standing next to you.." How the hell did all the nerves vanish in such a short time?? The comment made you blush in an instant.

"...!" You nodded while you closed your textbook and laptop, softly smiling and eyes wandering to absolutely everywhere except Heizou's eyes.

"I'd love to.. Im sure we'll make a pretty good couple.." And with that you stood up from your chair, red cheeks clearly visible to the dude right now.. He realized that he was worried about absolutely nothing!

When he saw you the night of the prom, he was absolutely speechless.. You looked so beautiful..! He was so proud to be walking next to you.

He found out that the guy really asked you for prom, but you said you had to think about it.. Well, nobody really realized that you just wanted Heizou to ask you and that you yourself were too shy to ask him.

You actually almost lost your shit when he kissed you! It was so sudden, yet the mood was right..  But he just couldn't resist, at least.. that's what he told you the day after.

He'll bring you to his favorite spot after prom.. Watching the stars for the remainder of the night and enjoying each other's company. Your entire night felt like a dream..

Itto

This idiot didn't even knew there would be a prom until Kuki mentioned it to him.

The first thing that popped up in his mind was: "I'll go and rock that party.. Everyone's gonna love this.."

Till Kuki said he wasn't allowed to destroy the place.. And that he needed to search a prom date.. Because, yeah just because. She knew he'd be way more calm if he had that sort of distraction.

And the first person who popped up in his head? You! He was going to approach you head on and ask you if you wanted to be his promdate.

It really didn't matter where you were, he'd just bluntly ask you if you wanted to be his promdate.

If you had to be honest, thinking about how that prom would be (chaotic), how he'd act (chaotic) and just everything (chaotic..).. You kinda doubted, about to politely decline.. Till you met his eyes, sparkling out of excitement and your heart skipped a beat.

"Ofcourse.." You eventually replied, kindly smiling to him. He was so excited, running out of the classroom to announce to everyone he had a prom date!

In no time everyone heard the great Arataki Itto had a prom date who was his number one..!

The night of the prom was actually so incredibly magical.. 

Itto in a suit..! Itto in a suuuuit! Man, you couldn't take your eyes off him..! You had never seen him in a suit, most of the time he had two buttons of his uniform undone and his tie loosely around his neck.. Though you never knew if it was because he didn't wanted to tie it, or he just couldn't..

"Maaan.. (Y/n)! You're brighter than these disco lights..! What a mighty fine date you are." His face already gave away how excited he was to spend this event with you,

He was pretty clumsy at the slow dancing, so this guy literally walked over to the dj table, requested another song and started breakdancing..! So he eventually did throw around the entire prom.

You were having such an unforgettable night, having so much fun and felt like you really had zero boundaries. He really made you feel free and somewhat... Rebellious. Though, if someone would ask you about these feelings, you'd have a "no." Ready.

And the night didn't end there, Itto would casually carry you on his broad shoulders and shout out "HERE'S THE ROYALTY! LOOK AT THEM!" Yep, yall really stole the spotlight that night.. You thought it was pretty embarrassing, but when everyone started clapping, you really were struck dumb.

Apparently the two of you were dancing the entire time, how you didn't notice? Well, your eyes and mind were on Itto the entire time.. He truly captivated you.

Kazuha

He wouldn't think too much about it, if you would be his prom date he'd be happy, if you didn't wanted to he'd just be as okay as ever.

Again, someone who doesn't really want to make it something explosive, so he asks you whenever you are alone.

It was a rainy day outside, so you walked under your umbrella towards the busstop, till you heard someone shout out your name.

Seeing Kazuha running towards you, completely soaked and his hair pretty much covering his eyesight you were stunned, but didn't hesitate to reach the umbrella out towards him

"Thank you so much.." While he catched his breath he tied his hair in a somewhat neater ponytail.

"Im sorry, but, are you heading to the busstop too?" You asked purely out of curiousity, cheeks flaming heavily as you stared into his eyes. Kazuha nodded. "I, in fact, am.."

You really couldn't deny you had a crush on him the moment yall were placed in the same class, aka around 2 years ago, I mean.. Who could resist such a cute face! You really wanted to ask him out for prom, but you had 0 balls.. Ugh.

"Ah, (Y/n), I'm normally not a person who visits late night events with a lot of people, but it seems fun enough with you. Do you want to accompany me to the prom Friday?" As if he had read your mind..

You accidentally dropped the umbrella out of nowhere, it falling on both your heads and made you hiss out of pain.. He immediately asked if you were okay, holding your hand before he crouched down to pick the umbrella.

How come this guy be so charming!!! Everything he does is so.. Ah!

You stuttered so much at this rate trying to thank him, your hands brushed while you tried to take back your umbrella, okay this wasn't going well at all..!

"I wanna be your prom date yes! Of course.." You eventually said, he smiled softly as he nodded.

That night you actually expected the place to be cramped, but if you had to be honest.. Kazuha really was the only one that caught your attention, not even realizing how full it was.

Asked if you wanted to dance, asked if you wanted to pose in front of the camera with him and even if you liked to go around the food table with him and eat something. In short, he would do nothing without your consent.

Had an arm wrapped around your waist the entire night so he wouldn't lose you in the crowd, or was it purely because he liked it? You never really asked or questioned it, I mean.. You found it comforting in some way..!

Kazuha eventually took you to the beach that was a 2 minute walk away from your school to look at the sea and waves, calming your minds while talking... And the fact he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, snuggling up with you, made your cheeks heat up the next morning when you thought about it..

Venti

Prom! Finally! You had been looking forward to it. Putting on your prettiest, shiniest clothes.. Stealing the show with.. Uh. Yeah. Who.

While you were pondering about your prom date, one of your closest friends Venti headed your way.

"Oiii! (Y/n)! Whatcha doing." He brought out oh so loud and casual, immediately dragging you out of your bubble.

You explained to him how prom approached, but you really didn't got the chance to ask someone out.. And at that exact time a thought struck your mind which let your entire face run red.

"…" While Venti ranted about his plans for prom, how he was gonna choose the most beautiful person to take with him and how he'd love to sing them a song under the moonlight and treat them to something nice, you felt yourself getting a little sad.. What if he didn’t take you? You always avoided the thought of crushing on him, but this time.. You did really realize think that it was getting a little serious now.

"Oh! Look at the time, guess it's already time for me to leave..~" He platonically placed a kiss on your cheek, he was the one who claimed it was 'platonic' by the way, and left the classroom. You sat there completely frozen in place, till your other friend tapped your shoulder.

The rest of the day went pretty fine, you finally arrived back at your locker with some other friends.. Unlocking it while you talked and placed your bag on the floor so you could transfer your books from it to your bag. Till someone mentioned the pink envelope in your locker.

Surprised you looked at it, hesitatingly grabbing it and stuffed it in your bag. You'd look at it at home..

"Awhh! (Y/n), why not open it now?" One of your friends brought out excited, you shook your head disapproving while you swung your bag over your shoulder. "No way."

Once you finally came back home, you couldn't help but be extremely excited to read the mysterious letter.. So, first things first, you ran to your room, closed the door behind you and threw your bag on your bed.. Opening it and held the envelope in your hand.. Well, there goes nothing.

You kinda squealed the moment you were done reading the letter, realizing that it was Venti… WHO ASKED YOU OUT FOR PROM! IN A POEM- Bye-

You literally screamed for a few minutes straight till one of your parents asked you what the hell was going on..

Well, you spoke to Venti about prom the next day, preparing everything the coming days… and being SO excited!

The night went great, but how did someone sneak alcohol in? I mean, y'all were seniors.. But still, the teachers didn’t really allow any beverages. Still, before he got drunk.. This dude actually danced with you..

He was so gentle, you didn’t even knew he could dance..! And he seemed so elegant..!? You were very impressed.

Oh, he also confessed and asked you to be his S/O when it was complete silent, lemme tell you.. You almost passed out because of the pressure, all those eyes peeking at you and just… HIM ASKING THE QUESTION?!

And ofcourse, you said yes.. No doubt..! After this he got drunk and.. You had to carry him home..

Buuuut, not before he sang you a song under the moonlight, treated you to 'something' nice (probably a bottle of wine), and told you how beautiful you were..~

Xiao

He doesnt do these kinda events.. His words by the way.

"What am I supposed to do at a prom.. It's useless."

You sharea a quick glance before you continued talking to your friend who had been ranting about prom the entire day. A once in a lifetime experience, it would be great..! Didn't sound appealing at all to Xiao to be honest.

So, someone in the squad offered to go as a friend group, no romantic stuff involved, just a fun trip for everyone. Xiao seemed pretty reluctant, but when you tried telling him he wouldn't regret anything, he eventually got convinced.

He did say in an indirect way he wouldn't hang around with everyone but with you which kinda surprised you.

"You seem a bit holden back, I refuse to hang around these people the entire night.. Before I know they get themselves in a dance battle, you don't seem like the type to do such things." Man he really wasn't in the mood to go to prom eh..?

When yall arrived at the place, Xiao had such a sour face expression. The fact he was wearing a suit, there was music BLASTING and there were so many people really worked on his nerves.. You hooked your arm through his and told him it'd be alright.. This seemed to calm him down.

While your friends were going all in, dancing, drinking, partying, you noticed that Xiao disappeared into the background..  Sharing angry glances with everyone who seemed to approach him. When you finally made your presence, his anger seemed to finally sooth itself.

"..." Yeah you really felt bad for dragging him along actually.

"Sorry for dragging you with us, this really isn't your type of event hm..?" You tried, scratching the back of your head as you awkwardly grinned. He simply crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"If you want we can leave, they won't notice anyways.."

And from this point on, the night got truly exciting. You actually didn't knew Xiao owned a car.. ? But okay, first, he opened the trunk and offered a hoodie.. It seemed like he knew he'd leave early, because he had all those clothes prepared.

After changing, you two made yourself comfy in the car and he looked at you.

"You got anywhere you wanna go?" He asked abruptly, you thought about it but eventually shook your head. "Not really, and you?"

He had something in mind, visiting a calm restaurant which was open 24/7.. The service was so nice, the atmosphere was a lot better than the prom and the fact that you could finally calm down while ordering!

After ordering the two of you decided you wanted to eat outside, under the sky filled with stars..

"Thanks for dragging me out.." Xiao softly mumbled, you blinked a few times as your gaze fell upon him.

".. Of course, and I mean.. I was the one who convinced you to tag along.." You replied, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. Out of nowhere he wrapped an arm around you and gave you an heart sparking hug, leaving you entirely dazzled.. Even if it was such a short one, it really impressed you.. Normally, Xiao wasn't like this..~

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[birthdaycakeplate]

✨Part 2✨ Warnings in the tags, though most apply to Part 1✨ Kissing✨ Blushing✨Im awful babes✨

💕Basically the heavier fluff this has been leading up to below💕

Blitzbee/Megop with the ‘Cons being accidentally very soft and making the ‘Bot boys emotional for it. I would sum this up as, ‘crack treated seriously’.

———————————-

“We’re cool again.” Bumblebee told Blitzwing over an extremely unauthorized comm link.

“I figured as much. Jou little Autobots are too soft to stay mad at each other.”

He could practically hear Bee lift a brow ridge at him, eager to remind him that Ratchet existed as proof otherwise.

“Let me guess,” Bee snorted.

“You big brutes think that’s a weakness of ours?”

No. Blitzwing could admit he was starting to see the appeal in keeping such close bonds with one another. It may come with some stronger emotions than he was comfortable with expressing to another bot when things became strained -as he’d seen- but having someone who cared so deeply for you sounded liberating in a way. Someone you could rest assured would be waiting for you with open servos at the end of an explosive argument, rather than another punch or violent rejection.

If things were different, he wouldn’t mind being bonded in such a way with Lugnut. Thank frag rambling about yellow minibots at 3 am didn’t count.

Blitzwing chose not to comment.

“Ve vill meet zoon for zose negotiations, I believe.” He said instead.

And he’d need some serious convincing that those negotiations would ever be as devoid of the sense of attachment that’d brought them so uncomfortably close as they’d once been. This new truce was born, from the compassion of a former gladiator who’d once worn the blood of Autobots as war paint in the darker days of their campaign. Nothing about his agreeing to forge a relationship between their peoples would leave this feeling ‘business-like’ or casual ever again.

“Vill jou be bringing ze Game Box?”

“Frag yeah!” Bee instantly perked up.

“I wouldn’t spend my time giving my polish hours of sun damage any other way! We’ll play first thing, I, oh- uh, actually....” Bumblebee stopped abruptly and trailed off, and Blitzwing could make out the slightest quiver in his vocalizer. Like he was embarrassed about something.

Blitzwing sat upright, immediately invested.

“So, um... A-About that...”

“Vut iz it, Bee?”

That was definitely the sound of Bumblebee swallowing on the other end. Blitzwing subconsciously leaned forward, straining to hear.

“Yeah, I uh... I was just wondering if you’d like to play something... uh, different next time?”

Blitzwing damned his flickering wings at the softness his tone had taken.

“Because I vas getting too good at ze other one?”

Bee gave a nervous laugh, clearly trying to keep his cool.

Blitzwing pushed him a bit.

“But I am certain I vill excel at zis one, too. Vut iz it?”

Bumblebee went eerily quiet for so long, Blitzwing worried he’d just severed the connection. But then a little sigh filled the tense silence. Definitely nervous.

“Well, it’s not actually *cool*. I mean, you can’t like... ‘be good’ at it.”

Blitzwing cocked his helm, tapping a finger to his cheek in thought. Waiting patiently for Bee to explain his interest in anything he couldn’t earn bragging rights to.

“You just, like, um... You water plants- and, um... and take care of animals.... and, and stuff...”

A game about domestic bliss? What Blitzwing had gathered in his short studies of organic Earth life, it certainly sounded like it.

Bumblebee held his breath. He knew it sounded stupid, even while he was saying it, but... he kind of just hoped Blitzwing wouldn’t care about that...

It was his *favorite* game -his guilty pleasure. One he’d deny vehemently if anyone ever found it.

But.... it’d be ok if Blitzwing knew...

“Oh?” The triple changer hummed. Either placating him, which was uncharacteristically sweet of him, or somehow intrigued at the thought of playing a slice of life game that didn’t involve all the ‘cool stuff’ a ‘Con would be interested in. No guns or violence or defacing park fountains-

“I like animals.” Blitzwing said at last.

Which, really?

Wow.

Did he like killing them, or...?

Bee didn’t get a chance to ask before Blitzwing said the single most baffling thing he’d heard in ages -Excluding Megatron of Tarn’s agreement to a *truce*.

“Zere is a field of cows not far from here. Zey moo sometimes vhen I’m trying to recharge.” Then it was his turn to be awkward and quiet, and it had Bee slack jawed and dialing the volume in his audial.

“I... I like to listen to zhem... I guess....”

Bee very pointedly -having learnt from experience- did not rave like a lunatic over this information. ‘Cons had proven themselves sensitive -shy, if you asked him- about things of a softer nature. Being lulled by squishy earth creatures into recharge included.

Instead, Bumblebee redirected, though barely able to contain the ecstatic laughter threatening to bubble out of him.

“Dude, heh- t-this game has cows in it!”

“Riveting.” Blitzwing agreed noncommittally. Probably deadly aware he’d given himself away just now, but agreeaing to ignore it.

“I’ll definitely make you your own account this time!” Bumblebee chirped, and Blitzwing could imagine him bouncing around his room. Knocking over the mountains of game cartridges he liked to imagine Bee hoarded.

“You’ll want to name your own character for this game -it’s special that way, trust me!”

“Sure.” The other huffed. Bee seemed to be getting to know him better as a bot, so if he said so, it must be true.

Which is how Blitzwing found himself under the shade of a line of trees and Bumblebee leaning into him, fiddling with the Game Box in his larger hands and guiding him through the set up. Helping him make himself a digital tent and thrusting his servos in his face excitedly when Blitzwing managed to attract a new animal to it. And no one even cared that they were too far away from the negotiations to help if things ‘went awry’.

‘As if’, Blitzwing snorted. Though his opinion about any potential cross faction violence was definitely made less credible by his obvious approval of the little mech hanging off his arm.

—————————-

Optimus knew these talks wouldn’t suddenly become easier, just because Megatron had shown him some compassion. Well, an abundance of compassion, considering the source of it.

Still, they were discussing the future of their people -discussing it with an often times iron-brained, macho aft, who didn’t see why they’d likely be pinned with tariffs for off planet goods from Decepticon populated cities, and wouldn’t accept an explanation for it.

“If our factions are at peace in this hypothetical scenario, why would we be taxed for that?!”

“The authorities on the council will want our merging to operate in uniform.” Optimus was guessing, of course, but he couldn’t imagine a Cybertron in his life cycle that would settle for anything less than what explicitly made *them* -the civilians and council- feel comfortable. Xenophobia was as extended towards other species as it was their own brethren.

“But our needs are different to your own.” Megatron reminded him.

“Luxury goods maybe. Essentials aren’t.”

And ‘how accommodating would the council be for war frame luxuries’ was the implication there. Megatron, of course, expected resistance, including such ludicrous rules as those from the ancient, winded bots in power. *But* that didn’t mean he would *accept* them...

“I think it’s stupid, too.” Optimus added, knowing his honest distaste was still a useless sentiment in this case.

“But I know what the Magnus will probably push for.”

They both did, because they both knew deep down what kind of mech their less reasonable, less trusting Ultra Magnus could be. That didn’t mean Megatron would pass up an opportunity to poke at the other.

“Where are you getting this information?” He hummed, looking the little Prime over.

Optimus looked worried then. Knowing it was entirely likely Megatron had seen right through him before he’d bothered to make that jab.

“Well, *actually*....” He took a moment to clear his vocalizer and push away the affect Megatron’s smirk seemed to be having on his courage.

“I stayed up all cycle sort of... falling down a rabbit hole of-“

“A what?” The other blinked.

“It’s an expression. Anyway, I just got lost in all these, ah, ‘what if’s. A-And I thought about the laws that’d come to pass under Ultra Magnus’ rule. I mean, there are plenty of... of...” Well Optimus wasn’t ready to damn his commander *entirely* yet, but recalling the clear prejudice against flight capable frames and the treatment of bots falsely labeled ‘non sentient’ in their history under his leadership didn’t do much of anything to renew his withering faith in the mech. Not now that he’d been shown how reasonable they could be.

Megatron hummed, a expression neutral. He wasn’t desperate to hear an already shaken, confused mech do more to ruin his neglected faith in a cause he so earnestly believed in. Optimus was doing all of this, because he believed his system would be convinced to make a change. That they would do it, because they would want to do the right thing- like he did.

Megatron felt that familiar burden he’d come to associate with feeling responsible for this mech’s better sense tinge his spark.

Optimus pursued the Autobot cause, because he believed it existed for the right, honest reasons, and he wanted to see it bettered. Quite a thing for Megatron to tackle, or try to cast in a more honest light.

So, he moved on.

“What sensible reason could Ultra Magnus actually give for me to accept the terms of such a tax?”

Optimus’ finials dipped, and Megatron was drawn to them.

“I was worried he’d base it on something like... well, the fact that we don’t have access to those cities.”

“You would be welcomed to, in an era of peace.” Megatron stated the obvious, which Optimus knew sounded logical, but-

“They aren’t as accessible to civil frames- with few, if any, exceptions, we can’t fly. And don’t tell me cities like New Kaon are going to have livable conditions for civil types, even just for visiting.” Optimus arched a brow ridge.

Megatron mirrored it.

“So you are telling me, we are not allowed to have a space which caters specifically to our needs without penance? Do you see how discriminatory that is and *why* I’d rather eat my own glossa?”

“I’m *saying* the *Magnus* will definitely push for that,” As he’d want total control of Megatron’s people, as much as his own.

“And we’ll need to build up trust and respect for your kin before we can make a solid point to protest it. We need bots on your side first, if we’re ever going to fix the millennias of fear and insecurity the war has instilled in Cybertronians.”

Megatron agreed with his logic. He didn’t agree to the hypothetical events that may await him, though.

“Unacceptable. I don’t *settle* for *anything*.”

“Sometimes you have to make compromises-“

“Why else would I *only* agree to speak with you about these pertinent matters?” Megatron continued, and crossed his arms and jut his chin out for good measure. Looking thoroughly insulted. Noticing Prowl’s anxious side glance from the short distance away.

Optimus blushed, but refused to let the strange flutter in his tanks push him off track.

“Because Ultra Magnus i-isn’t here?”

“And if he were, I’d only spare him a glance whenever I needed him to write something into law.” Megatron huffed indignantly. How dare Optimus even presume...

Obviously Magnus wasn’t good for much else than his title. Optimus was the only mech Megatron would be doing any spark searching with. Ever.

*Ever*.

Little idiot.

Optimus was too out of sorts to argue. It *really* seemed like Megatron was complimenting him this time, and he didn’t know what to do about that.

Should he... do it back? To encourage camaraderie?

*Would it* encourage camaraderie? Or would his kindness bruise Megatron’s ego?

“You, well, ah. You... You are brilliant, Megatron -there’s no denying that. Ultra Magnus should be far more amendable to your visions for our future, once he sees how far you’ve come as a leader.” Optimus winced at how weak that was for a compliment.

But he couldn’t help his own bias in that Megatron choosing to make a change did make him look a more competent, commendable leader. And there were few things that lit him up like a respectable authority figure.

Not that Optimus was...was... ‘lit up’....

Megatron was stood there, helplessly locking optics across the way with Blitzwing and Lugnut -who were oblivious that this may very well be the first ever signal that they were overstepping some serious boundaries in these negotiations and remained unbothered, turning back to the little Autobots demanding their attention instead.

Megatron only needed a moment more of buffering, though, to connect the little Prime’s words to the intent there.

A compliment. Flattery even?

He set his jaw and turned dangerously slow to level with the smaller mech. A smirk pulling the corners of his lips turned absolutely predatory and sullied whatever faith Optimus might have that this mech had an ounce of integrity in him.

That strong intuition of his had Optimus looking wobbly on his pedes then.

“You think me a fine leader, Prime?” Megatron purred salaciously. He cocked his hip to one side and settled a large, scarred hand over it. Looking audacious as ever.

Optimus was definitely going to be eating his words -and his pride- for this, but...

“I do.” He swallowed.

“You’ve shown that you’re willing to talk things through without violence. I-I think that’s... I think.. that you...”

When had Megatron gotten so close? Optimus looked up at him with wide optics, struggling to keep optic contact.

“Am I so grand a leader that I might have *you* then?”

“I- What- I- !?”

“As my soldier, of course.” Megatron expanded, smiling happily in the face of the shuddering Prime. Prideful at having been the one to affect him so. Who could ever ask him to give up delighting in a treat like this, no matter what good things the future might hold? He was a deplorable scoundrel at his core, and that’s all he ever would be, if you went digging.

Optimus could feel heat radiating off his cheekplates, and all the way to the tips of his audial fins. That was about all he could take, it seemed.

“That’s enough for today, I think!” He squeaked, entirely unmechlike.

The smile slipped right off of Megatron’s faceplate.

“Ah, is it? We’ve only just started-“

“Two hours ago!” Optimus reminded him, and hurried past the towering brute to collect his team. Being careful not to let Ratchet see how suspiciously bothered he was after he’d endured such an unholy amount of his pestering about Megatron using him and this fake truce to get under his plates for the last week or so.

He -poorly- disguised his flustered state from the lot of them with a quick snap of the fingers in the opposite direction, vocalizer completely blown, indicating that they were leaving. Nobody looked convinced his issue was anger at the incorrigible mech behind him grinning wolfishly.

——————-

—————-

Bumblebee was two steps sneaking into Optimus’ room later -as if Prowl wasn’t decently aware at this point about their nightly rendezvous- and taking a seat right onto Optimus’ recharge slab, when he spun around and started thrusting ‘delightful’ accusations at him.

“You two looked preeeetty friendly today~” He said with a *wink*, reminding the bigger bot far too much of a certain warlord then.

Optimus physically recoiled where he’d been polishing his axe, allowing it to clatter to the floor in favor of grasping uselessly at thin air.

“Bumblebee!” He hissed, attempting to stop himself from screaming down the base.

“It’s *one thing* to talk about the things that we do! It’s *another* to make such blatant insinuations!”

“Because they’re true?” Bumblebee kicked back and lounged with his arms folded under his helm. Unbothered.

Optimus’ face darkened.

“Even joking about that can get you brigged for life, Bumblebee. That means no more video games, no more Sari-“

“No more dashing warlords to flutter your optics at.”

Optimus’ face went up in a blaze. Standing on shaking pedes.

“I DID NOT- I WOULD NEVER- I DIDN’T DO *THAT*!”

Bumblebee’s attempt at flustering his leader had worked spectacularly -as he’d imagined. Though it did serve a purpose in the long run, which he’d be getting to. First, he needed to push the envelope a bit.

“Right... You were just resetting your optics over and over, while tall, dark, and handsome was hitting on you, I suppose.”

Optimus stared at him with his jaw practically unhinged. What had been possessing this devious little fiend as of late!?

And also—

“Wha... What do you mean ‘hitting on me’?”

Bumblebee peeped an optic open at his thoroughly ruffled leader, and, seeing his chance having been presented rather easily, took it.

“Don’t tell me you missed the way he was smirking at you, all full of himself and confident- I mean you were just feeding into it, so I can’t blame him for looking so smug. You didn’t even *try* to look uninterested.”

In fact, in Bee’s opinion, Optimus flushing vibrant colors and shrinking in on himself when certain warlords went sashaying their hips at him was about the most open display of swooning he’d ever seen outside of a romcom. Sari’d been right about how weird things had been between Megatron and him. It was *worse* than Bee originally thought. All the jokes he’d made at Optimus’ expense possessed far more truth than he’d imagined.

“There’s nothing - I, I don’t- It isn’t like that! There’s *nothing* happening between us!” Optimus’ half-sparked denial and effort to fight the flames from reaching his finials was frankly inspirational.

Bee had a point to make, though, and knew he’d have to bully the bashful mech to make it.

“But what if there was? If something was, y’know, *there*... would you do something about it?”

Optimus flinched back.

“Would I what?!”

Bumblebee kept his expression measured. Encouraging Optimus to consider things without judging so quickly, so harshly in his mortified state.

Bee thought back to his conversation with Blitzwing when he’d been telling him about his favorite game- how he’d been scared of his potential new friend’s rejection, only to be met with encouraging words. Kind words.

Bumblebee had finally gotten what he’d wanted from all this -A bond. A simple one and very stunted in its early development, but it was clear they were on their way to a sort of friendship -whether the truce went haywire or not. They’d already broken through the barrier a bit during their first attempt. Their future ‘friendship’ already had the groundwork, and now Blitzwing was bothering to make the other feel comfortable in his presence.

Then Bee recalled how nervous he’d been today actually introducing him to the game. How he’d apologized stupidly for no reason about how ‘boring’ it probably was and turned an interesting color when Blitzwing brazenly admitted to finding his taste as profound and exciting as ever -‘boring’ game of watering plants and buying cute clothes, and all.

So, most likely a lie, and one born of either infatuation of some degree, or Blitzwing’s genuine compassion for the little mech. For *Bumblebee* no less.

And then Bee thought of how the triple changer’s engines *purred* when he had to turn his helm to hide his flushing cheeks. Feeling shy for some reason whenever Blitzwing said how much he liked Bumblebee’s favorite game, despite their servos constantly clashing together over the Game Box. How...not... ‘friend-like’ that was.

That was.... it was... actually kind of-

“Bumblebee?”

The minibot came back to himself, swallowing what felt like his spark in his throat at the memory of crimson optics and a matching crimson smile peering down at him. Charging up his engines in a far too smug display for someone who was too sensitive to handle being called nice every once and a while without bristling. Bumblebee had forgotten to look and see what the others had thought of the display at the time, assuming they’d finished pestering Lugnut for more surprising information about his conjunx to even take notice of the pair getting too cozy. Prowl how undoubtedly seen.

But Bee hadn’t even cared about them in that moment, too focused on Blitzwing nudging against him playfully, until he could be coaxed to turn his scarlet faceplate back towards the Game Box to watch. Both pretending they weren’t entirely affected by his blushing face, though for very different reasons.

Bumblebee blinked back to the present, and shivered. He locked optics with the mech at present, as Optimus strolled over, slapping his stabilizers off his berth for tracking mud from his off-road detour over it. They held each other’s gaze for one terrible moment, and sensing a hideous conversation on the rise, Bee steeled himself for some uncomfortable confessions.

“Bumblebee... Ignoring how serious these... colorful ideas are...” Optimus began, nipping his lip, clearly distressed by the very urgent topic at hand he was forced to be having as Bee’s concerned supervisor. If only he had Ratchet’s shamelessness.

“Is there, ah.... something I should know about? Something you want to tell me?”

Bumblebee attempted to snort in disgust, because, yes, they certainly were ‘ignoring’ their current conversation about Optimus having goo-goo eyes for warlords, weren’t they? But he wouldn’t be doing himself any favors by pretending to be indifferent and changing the subject back.

So, he just shrugged.

“Well... *duh*...” He whispered and shrugged again. And again.

They’d been sneaking into this room, saying unsavory -illegal really- un-Autobotly things for some time now, and *obviously* what Prime was referring to went far beyond insinuation, as he’d called it, and at this point was very much just truth.

Optimus looked quite pale then and had to sit down. Likely the first time he’d ever allowed himself to accept the gravity of the situation -of *their* situation- now with Bee’s little confirmation. His admittance to a truth they’d both been avoiding. And they were quite damned, he realized.

“I mean, yeah.” The minibot pressed on, kicking his legs over the berth and staring distantly at anything else but the other mech.

“I like... I mean... Blitz is pretty cool. So. Do with that what you will...”

And that was as much as he could say on the matter. Not that Optimus needed anything more.

A moment passed where they listened quietly to the other’s processor practically shorting out, though for various different reasons- and many of the same reasons.

Optimus was under no illusion that he was immune to the very problem Bee was having.

Which was... it was too much to swallow.

Thoughts about Megatron- ones he hadn’t allowed before. Ones that weren’t plausible before the great mech had decided to make such a stunning change.

And now that he had, Optimus could hardly recognize his subconscious response to it- thoughts that felt like they couldn’t possibly be his own. Absolutely lacking every bit of logic in structure and ranging to the outright whimsical. Optimus Prime had never allowed himself to entertain thoughts of a cunning warlord, sacrificing an entire cause for his benefit before, and wouldn’t under any other circumstance. Honest, he wouldn’t.

So... having.... *feelings* for him.... as obvious as it’d been the few fleeting times he’d suspected but never addressed it, Optimus couldn’t believe how jarring the reality was -that he was having such favorable thoughts. How deep down, he was wishing that magnificent, influential mech was feeling similarly for him. Even in a disjointed, disbelieving of his own feelings as Optimus kind of way.

How far he’d fallen without even realizing it...

“Yeah.” Optimus said vaguely, and it wasn’t anything as reassuring as a promise that he would somehow manage to keep Bumblebee safe from punishment in the future -as any good leader should be able to do in a time like this. But the minibot was just fine with being the defensive one over his dumb friend’s decisions for once.

Optimus could use a little protecting from other bot’s judgements -especially his own.

“You know how stupid it was we fought about this a week ago?” Bee murmured then, the invisible weight on his chest considerably lighter now.

“Well, we both said some terrible things, but it was the stress talking.” Optimus said distantly. Obviously lost in some new crisis he’d conjured for himself.

Bumblebee slipped an ankle between his leader’s pedes and kicked at him playfully.

“Ya-duh.” Bee snorted.

“We’re allowed to have feeling you know? That means you, too.”

Optimus cringed at the memory of his remark on Sumdac.

“I channeled them poorly...”

“So did I, remember? You just need an outlet.”

Optimus cocked his helm, snapping out of his trance.

“An outlet?”

“Yeah.” Bee purposely slicking some mud from his tracks over Optimus’ stabilizer, indulging his inner pissant since Blitzwing wasn’t here.

“You seriously need one, Bossbot. I have the perfect solution, too.”

Optimus was immediately wary. Side eying the other with pulse growing rapid. Upon his ‘adorable’ little quip of an explanation, Optimus knew he’d been right to worry.

—————- ——————

Negotiations took an unwelcome turn when Optimus -with his knew knowledge of his impractical crush- cracked down on informal interactions between their factions. Suggesting in a not so suggesting way that they continue things with an ounce more of professionalism and less doddering about at odd hours without a strict script to their meetings.

Presumably punishing himself more than Bumblebee for having allowed for such an oversight as *feelings* to come into play.

But Bee was obviously catching some secondhand wrath for this. No more whittling away on the Game Box with a giant wanted war criminal, and, of course, no more embarrassing, painfully disguised flirting.

So, how was Bee supposed to feel excluded from said punishment? He was prepared to riot the next time they jabbered later in his quarters for the injustice.

But then things picked right up in Bee’s favor again, when they were essentially *invited* to take ‘negotiations’ to the *Decepticon’s*. *Base*.

Which meant one of a few things could be happening for this major error in judgement to take place:

-Megatron had decided to commit wholly and fully to a peacfeful cause- which, maybe. He’d agreed to attempt the truce all on his own and with barely a motivation  to do it with.

-Megatron no longer viewed them as a threat of any sort -not very flattering, but they could use that to their advantage, when it was time to kick aft.

-Megatron was too confident he could squash them as a threat -fair, but pigheaded as ever, considering they’d bested their brutal brethren plenty, when the going got tough.

-Megatron was tired of Ratchet complaining loudly of engine-stroke and suffering from the lack of comfortable furnishings to rest on -They’d been going at this for so long now, it seemed plausible enough that he’d consider they move this someplace more accommodating, as they showed no signs of stopping their peace talks anytime soon.

-All of that combined -the most likely case.

-Or... Megatron was growing a soft spot of his own for a certain little Prime, and the mixture of all of the above, as well as Optimus’ predisposition to pout like an offended sparkling when Megatron bruised his ego, or ‘forgot’ his name, was a potent mixture.

Bumblebee was sure he’d be banned from his leader’s room later that night, when not a full minute into cautiously stepping through the main cavern of the Decepticon’s lair, Megtaron was taking quick strides over to Optimus’ side to walk him through. Their shoulder plating bumping together as they walked. Megatron leering down at him and saying how surprise he was Optimus had been brave enough to come. Just to see him riled.

If that wasn’t flirting, what was?

“You’ve set up in an abandoned mine?” Optimus asked, refusing to be intimidated and trying to focus himself past the utter shock of Megatron trusting him enough to send him these coordinates.

“Belonging to Sumdac Systems?” Bulkhead added.

Megatron shrugged, not seeing a problem. Far too invested at the moment in cajoling Optimus to take a goblet of oil extended from his servo and see him drink it. The gesture the pure embodiment of everything Optimus had complained about with things lacking a certain professionalism around here.

He could hardly stress that again, though, in fear he may bring to attention how easily things had proceeded in a professional manner at the start of all this. It wouldn’t do to acknowledge to some degree that Bee had been right about Megatron starting to take a liking to him.

“I don’t drink that stuff.” Optimus said simply, servo raised.

Megatron looked unfazed, and that was as much as Bumblebee could gather of that conversation, as Megatron lead the Prime away from the other Autobot’s highly concerned stares and towards the room he’d mentioned over comms that he -apparently- ‘took council in’.

Out of sight, out of mind, Bumblebee turned towards a somewhat awkward Blitzwing at having guests for the first time ever in a living space he currently occupied. Shuffling away from Lugnut and a setup of monitors in a characteristically dark corner. Luckily, Bee was no stranger to making himself comfortable in places it was questionable to do so.

“So, do I get a tour?” Bumblebee asked when the triple changer approached, grinning wide and doing that infuriating winking thing that’d sent Optimus in a tizzy the other night.

The others were quick to voice their opinions on that before Blitzwing could even attempt to pick his confidence up off the floor.

“Don’t you go running off, too!” Ratchet snapped. Prowl at his side angled his visor into his most offensive, judging glare and sent it Bee’s way.

Prudes.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Bumblebee flushed, stomping a pede.

And he wasn’t, as desperate as he was to see Blitzwing’s living quarters, and get a look at what sort of things the triple changer would take interest in.

And Primus, was he desperate.

He pouted for all of ten kliks before Bulkhead broke the silence to ask the two remaining ‘Cons about the curious means by which they’d acquired so much oil. A resource none of them seemed to particularly overindulge in, despite what propaganda would make of Decepticons being overcharged idiots at any given opportunity.

“These are coal mines-“ Lugnut began.

Which managed to immediately throw Prowl into a spiral.

“Coal mining emits more methane by the ton into Earth’s atmosphere-“

“Oh, my spark...” Bumblebee groaned, and was even quicker to excuse himself from a completely unwarranted tirade about Earth’s approaching death, thanks to hazardous oil companies and carbon dioxide choking up the place. Also thanks to transportation sources. Never mind that they were transportation.

Never mind, too, that Bumblebee could no longer argue with him about the seriousness of the subject. Prowl was right about the whole of horrendous torture they were dragging the planet and it’s natural resources through, and Bee should probably definently feel bad about his own carbon foot print.

Right now, though, there was a cute triple changer not a foot away, nodding along with whatever Prowl was saying, while Bee zoned out, staring at the curve of those now familiar wingstruts. This was a far more worthy investment of his time than worrying about his egregious use of electronics and destroying the earth.

Sensing him, Blitzwing unconsciously flicked his wings a few times, trying to ignore the building tension between them. 

And folded embarrassingly quickly...

“Bumblebee,” He cleared his vocalizer.

“I had a thought.” This drew more pairs of optics than one. But his calm demeanor seemed innocent enough to relieve whatever worry the others had about what he said next.

“Zhere is a spot outside a little ways up vhere jou can see zose cows.”

His wings fluttered without his notice, as he tried to remain indifferent to the questioning looks he received for that. And the *annoying*, utterly *rude* way Lugnut seemed to roll his optic and *sigh* at him.

He didn’t have to be so obvious about his thoughts on Blitzwing’s infatuation -not infatuation, ‘interest’. He found Bumblebee interesting.

He glared at the bomber plane, smart enough to let it slide, until after the ‘Bots had left, and *not* punch him in the face for it.

Beside him, Bumblebee bounced around the spot like a wound up little spring. His optics glowing in the dim lighting.

“Dude, yes! Show me the cows!”

An animal he’d seen plenty enough of to be as equally uninterested in as the first 20 times he’d come across one.

Why ever this was different would be an excellent question to look into, in Prowl’s opinion, who was carefully watching. Or it would be, if he didn’t explicitly *know* better.

Prowl had always did preferred to have the facts first, though.

Bee cast accusing looks at the other bots, who’d stopped their conversing amongst themselves long enough to glare back at him with begrudging nods of approval. Bulkhead looking totally resigned, and the lot of them trusting the pair as far as they could throw them.

Reluctant or not, they’d agreed. And that was all Bee needed.

If outside, unsupervised, was somehow better than being trapped down a mine shaft with the same gruesome death machine, then so be it. He could care less -mostly- about the unrestrained judgement oozing from every one or their pointed looks.

“C’mon let’s go! I want to see some cows!” Bee exclaimed and turned to push Blitzwing towards the wrong exit, who then corrected him. A noticeable bounce in his step as he led the little mech onward.

~WHIRR~

“Zhese ones have spots!” Blitzwing chirped. He couldn’t help but feel caught up in his favorite little companion’s excitement.

“I try to count zhem from a distance zometimes, but I lose track zo quickly!”

Bumblebee was practically having to run to keep up with him when his steps became wider.

“Oh, cool! Those are called dairy cows, I think!”

Which Blitzwing probably knew.

Prowl scowled at the pair as they vanished down a tunnel leading to the outside world. Not willing in the slightest to keep his nasal ridge out of places it somewhat didn’t belong.

The others didn’t protest when he made to slip away -Lugnut well aware what his priorities were and silently thankful a sensible mech would be keeping watch.

—————————-

“The Allspark is by far the most pressing matter at hand.” Megatron scowled, no longer feeling playful. This topic that’d been driving a wedge through him and his little Prime would sour anyone’s doting mood.

“No matter what may come of our alliance, I simply cannot surrender the spark of our people to Ultra Magnus.”

Obviously not while the prospect of peace would be a controversial, likely rejected notion on the Magnus’ part.

Optimus readily agreed that his commander would be in possession of far too much power over the war builds if it was -the first time he’d ever accepted such a notion after a lifecycle of finely tuned brainwashing. Ultra Magnus was *supposed* to have ultimate power -his people, especially his Primes, were *supposed* to trust his judgement.

Optimus... was struggling to. Readily admitting Megatron’s infamous seductions had probably played a gratuitous hand in that.

But he couldn’t very well agree that Megatron should have it either. Not with the current climate of Decepticon-Autobot relations.

Optimus startled at the thought that he may ever be amendable to such a thing in the future -to a world where he might trust *Megatron* as the Allspark’s keeper... The thought alone was treason.

Megatron cocked a brow ridge, eager to change the subject from something so abysmally beyond compromise, when he’d found himself so willing to be such these recent cycles.

“You look so pent up.” He stated flatly. It earned him a pout he’d like very much to kis-

To poke fun at.

“The paragon of dread, you are. Are you always so tightly wound?” He grinned impishly. Which Megatron already knew from experience the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. He had only seen Optimus looking his best and brightest when he’d reinstated their attempt at a truce.

Optimus looked off across the impossibly vast cavern he’d been pulled down. Megatron did require a lot of space for his frame to move freely, and with the makeshift bench to sit on and a desk to store secrets, Optimus could see why he’d come here as often as he’d confessed to to hide from Lugnut’s pontificating.

Optimus was forced to admit the obvious, for the sake of appearing fair.

“Well, that’s what Bumblebee says. He says it all the time, in fact...”

“He’s right.” Megatron smirked, delighting in the knowledge that someone on the Prime’s team was keen to remind him to lighten up. He needed it terribly. Whether or not he listened, though...

“And how do you alleviate that stress? Do you read much?”

Optimus was about to answer when he remembered what Bumblebee had said to him about finding an ‘outlet’ for his stress, and then that that ‘outlet’ should be *Megatron’*. And then how glad Optimus was that he refused to let Bee elaborate any further.

He must have given something away, though, because Megatron was staring intently at his finials. Fidgeting things probably betraying him by turning all shades of some humiliating color. He covered them out of instinct, then cursed himself and pulled his servos away for being so obvious.

Well, that did it.

“What’s the matter, Prime?” Megatron hummed.

“Are your means of relaxing not fit for polite conversation?”

Optimus’ optics went wide and pale.

And honestly, ‘yes’. Megatron as a whole was anything but fit for polite conversation -despite his dazzling smile, his charming intonations, and his particularly refined intellect. All those millennia of educating himself, expanding his processor, becoming a master in thousands of skills, only a self defined mech of the ages could, still weren’t enough to overlook the at times massively inappropriate nature of his spark. Like being rude and abrasive ran thick through his Energon.

If Optimus wasn’t burning before, he was now.

Bumblebee had been so, *so* right about him -about there being *something* going on between them. And they were all so screwed for it.

Megatron was elated to find he’d effortlessly stirred another blush up on those pretty blue cheeks.

“Oh, little Autobot~ I meant no harm.”

“Yes, you did!” Optimus argued cheaply. Feeling like a sparkling for it.

“No, certainly not.” Megatron cooed, sending heat rushing through Optimus’ frame and making him debate himself into a stupor over how Bumblebee could ever think that *this* wasn’t stressful. This was the opposite of relaxing. This was making him-

Making him really struggle to think of a reason why he shouldn’t let it continue. Spark pounding rapidly, making his better judgement take a back seat.

“Do you enjoy literature, Optimus?” Megatron asked then, moving away to carefully hand select something out of a drawer from his desk. He returned and extended the data file in hand.

Optimus eyed it curiously. In disbelief that Megatron would willingly change the subject from anything to embarrass him.

“I confiscated this off the techno-organic.”

Optimus stopped mid reach. His spark banged his chest painfully and squeezed, but he recovered quickly enough to avoid Megatron’s questioning gaze.

He took it and studied the text, surprised to find himself looking at a jumble of data entries from mecha of all walks of life with only their alt modes seemingly in common.

Blackarachnia must have been studying it for clues about her condition...

Optimus flicked through and skimmed passages. Picking out that the basic premise of this collection was a recount of mechs with experience having a beast mode.

Optimus hadn’t imagined Megatron would spend his time reading about something as mundane as this -mundane in that Megatron surely thought himself unaffected by it, which left the information useless in even his most basic of pursuits.

But then again, Optimus had noted that he was particularly well read.

“I find it all very interesting how many of the mechs in these transformations feel compelled to give in to some baser instincts that hardly feel their own.” Megatron rumbled -Optimus completely taken off guard by how close he’d managed to get without his noticing.

“Grooming habits and dietary changes alike. I’ve had many reformations in my time, but never a beast form.” Megatron continued, his chest now brushing Optimus’ shoulder as he leaned over and *in*.

Optimus felt warm for an entirely different reason now.

He swallowed as a large grey arm came around his back strut, caging him despite the space his enormous servo left between them. Sliding through his favorite passages on the datapad and pointing out ones of casual interest.

Optimus tried counting downward from 10.

This had escalated entirely too quickly.

“Sure you won’t have a drink with me?” Megatron offered once more in an attempt to calm the other’s nerves. His little spark thumping so hard through his shuddering chassis, Megatron could hear it. The control the civil mech had over his field was legendary.

Optimus would rather be closer to blowing his spark out than to have a foggy processor at a time like this, though. He needed whatever ounce of control of himself he could manage.

He shook his head mutely, not daring to speak. Megatron was happy to pretend they weren’t crossing every conceivable line of what was appropriate or *professional* that existed. Or more true to character, was simply delighting in the fact that they were doing just that and was totally unbothered by it.

His soldiers would surely be much less amused by this, if they were to see them like this.

“About those changes,” Optimus began and was mortified by the fact that that was *his* voice speaking in that tone.

He reset his vocalizer, glaring at Megatron’s widening smirk.

“*About those changes* you mentioned -involving your command....”

Those changes that would define their futures together. Whether they would cooperate long enough to get something worthwhile accomplished. The ones that this truce depended on, frankly.

“Yes...” Megatron frowned. Finally.

He’d told Optimus about Strika -though she remained nameless- setting a guide of... ‘ethics’ -to use it loosely- for their troops. Ignoring that it had been temporary and formed solely to spite him. For the handling of Autobots and Autobot sympathizers. The rather neutral, passive by most accounts, nonviolent guide that Optimus had truly struggled to believe had taken place for a time -hopelessly fantasizing that Autobot high command magically taking notice somehow, even though Decepticons operated in the shadow these days and rarely posed much threat in large enough quantities to draw attention to their dwindling faction.

What Optimus had always thought was ‘dwindling’, before Megatron came along that fateful day.

Megatron let his servo drop away from Optimus’ side, and the smaller mech had to force the disappointment from his spark. Reminding himself tersely that they were here to discuss the fate of their species.

Megatron huffed, then looked solemnly at the stalactites spiking the cavern ceiling. Thinking, for once, with the thoroughness this issue actually demanded about their formerly pretend truce. Optimus appreciated how seriously he was being taken -even having to remind himself the wonderful feeling of a competent, powerful mech recognizing him in some grand was exclusive to this moment, and he shouldn’t hope to elicit more of this attention from the busy lord in the future. Savor what he could get, when it was given.

But then-

“I do think it would be best if we incorporated those changes once more.” Megatron said in as toneless and exhausted a delivery as Optimus had ever heard from him.

Megatron had much to regret in that statement alone... Knowing Strika was either going to die on the spot when given the news, or cause an uproar whenever he got ahold of a means of communication long enough to tell her this had become serious.

He hated to think Starscream was finally right about her assessment of him.

...But she’d been right...

Megatron was an unfit leader of the Decepticons.

He chanced a look down at the hopeful, peering optics below him and stilled.

Megatron’s ability to adapt quite effortlessly did give him pause to reconsider the notion then.

Megatron may, in fact, be turning into the the greatest leader they’d had in their very short list of them with his possible reawakening as the mech who might finally lead his people home to Cybertron. And even more marvelous and historic, with the promise of peace. A promise greater than domination.

They were war frames, not blood lusting machines, despite what their civil types had been fed. Peace was improbable, but it was absolutely preferred. And Megatron might soon be the first to give his loyal followers that...

But he was getting both ahead of himself and sticking largely to those fantastic, romantic ideas of his again. They had a long way to go yet.

He looked down to study why the little Prime at his side had suddenly gone so stiff.

Optimus’ face was unreadable, completely blank and devoid of the barest hint of joy at the news. Which Megatron had been sure after his enthusiastic display upon his agreement to give peace another try that he’d be jumping around like a hungry scraplet.

Megatron rather liked him like that. The memory file was still fresh in his core -a smiling, excitable, stammering Prime looking too happy to contain himself to the shell of his chassis. Close to bursting. Close to embracing his nearest crew mate and squeezing, had he the courage to express himself so earnestly.

Megatron hadn’t realized a smile of his own pulled delicately at the corner of his mouth for a moment, but it was quickly wiped away by the sobering sight of a serious looking Optimus leaning into him then. Reaching.

He had the good sense for a single nano-klik to reer back and question the little mech’s intentions when a palm clasping itself to the side of his faceplate easily lured him back down. Gentle fingers caressing the thick derma-mesh. Pulling him to his level. Keeping him there.

A soft, lingering kiss was then placed much too close to the corner of his mouth for Megatron’s liking, when his lips were right there and perfectly unoccupied. But any protest he might have that Optimus had missed the mark was drowned out entirely by the rush of Energon through his lines, roaring in his audials. Leaving him dizzy and dumbfounded, and staring blankly ahead.

Optimus had struggled with how to properly say ‘thank you’- either unwilling to praise the basic standard of decency the mech should possess when he was using it to better their species, or worried that his simple thanks was largely underwhelming in conjunction to the magnificent feats Megatron was committing to.

But his gratitude was overdo, nonetheless.

So he allowed his excitement and hopefulness and mental exhaustion to help it take form in the only way it simply felt right to in that moment.

Seeing as how Megatron stood there accepting his bizarre attentions, not looking the least bit scandalized, Optimus decided he’d save his internal reprimanding and self depreciation for when he wasn’t busy planting kisses over such a strong jawline. Focusing on the feel of heated metal against his lips.

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“Zhat one I’ve named Obsidian, because her tail is totally black~”

Bumblebee struggled to make out anything more than a bunch of black and white rectangles drifting across the field. Of course, he didn’t have a working monocular like some eccentric bots he knew.

The cows were surprisingly loud, even from this distance. Bee couldn’t imagine how this much noise could possibly lull the other into recharge. Maybe it became more a thing of magic when the experience was shrouded with night- like how horror movies became that much more terrifying.

Did Blitzwing have quirks like that, too? Getting excited for his nighttime cow heralds in the way Bumblebee got excited to sneak about the town after dark?

The mischief they could make...

Bumblebee looked up and watched the triple changer standing there in a state he’d never witnessed him in before. A sort of contentment visible in the other, yet enraptured with the dozing, lazy bovine stomping about the grassy plains.

It was truly surreal. When had he seen Blitzwing in any state beyond panic inducing violence or total aloofness? Charming quips while playing video games together not withstanding -it was easy to disjoint himself from those moments when it was already hard enough to look at the other when he was sitting so close. Bee hadn’t had a real life crush before, let alone one who felt similarly, so the majority of their interactions felt like something he’d conjured in a fever dream.

Bumblebee squirmed when he felt butterflies flutter through his tanks.

Seeing the giant menace so peaceful now peeled away a new layer of his appeal. Bee found himself enamored with the sight of that crimson jack-o-lantern grin standing in stark contrast with the pale blue sky. Soft white swirls floating far above, adding to the nightmarish vision. But here Bumblebee was thinking it only accentuated his unique charm, where it’d once sparked terror.

It shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, watching cows chew thoughtlessly and stalk about, but Bumblebee was helpless to agree. This was nice, this was good.

That didn’t mean he’d pass up an opportunity to poke fun at Blitzwing, since it was his new favorite pastime.

“Yeah, I can’t see squat... But I think you’re makin’ up that tail thing.” He teased. The playfulness in his smirk easily overlooked in Blitzwing’s enormous offense at that -which made the minibot snicker.

Blitzwing didn’t think it was funny.

~WHIRR~

“Jou can’t even open a barrel of oil vithout my help! Vhy should I be surprised jour pitiful, maladapted optics can’t see a few acres away!?”

He shouldn’t be surprised. Civil frames weren’t designed with sniper precision oculars. But seeing as they were still struggling to make sense of a cross class relationship that regularly spent their time together -willingly- it was easy to forget they were conversing with the opposite frame type. This had never been a possibility before.

Bumblebee failed to suppress a snort, lips pulling into a grin. Irritating an already volatile tanker.

Blitzwing was definitely rolling his optics behind his visor. He bent down onto one knee, crouching over and nearly having to crumple in on himself to be at the little bots level. He pulled a giggling Bee in and angled his helm with one encompassing hand, tugging the top of his helm towards this supposed beloved cow of his.

“Look! Look zhere -see ze black tail? Ze only one vith a black line behind it?”

Bumblebee considered agreeing with him, so he might cool his jets and switch back to that goofy smile Bee was thinking looked more and more becoming on him. That’d be easier than trying to keep the laughter in.

He pretended to squint and focus into the distance.

“Ehh... Hard to tell.”

“Use jour processor for once!”

Bee leaned in some more when Blitzwing did -unfortunately very enchanted by how protective a famous war criminal had become over some squishy, mooing cows. How was he *not* supposed to fall any harder for this mech? This sporadic, daring, resilient mech.

Perhaps Blitzwing had a greater inclination for smaller things than he thought? Bee really hoped he wasn’t just projecting that, because he’d really need it to be true for what he was about to do next.

“Oh, wait! I think I see it!” Bumblebee stood on his toe pedes and pointed out to where Blitzwing had been adamantly thrusting a knifehand.

“Ja! Jou see! Finally- I told jou-“ he turned his helm right towards Bumblebee’s audial, ready to shout straight in it about how badly Bee needed an optical upgrade installed. But the words and the root of his conviction both died somewhere in his chest.

Bumblebee turned into him -fastest thing on four wheels- and caught Blitzwing completely by surprise. Frozen there and utterly defenseless against the minibot pushing into him with a chaste little kiss to his cheek guard.

Blitzwing jerked back and cycled through faces, emotions he rarely allowed scraping him raw, before finally settling back on a rather poleaxed looking Random.

Bumblebee felt more than a little proud of himself for having been the one to put that look on Blitzwing’s less shakable personality. He felt proud he’d found the courage within him once again to even go through with that colossal act.

It’d either been thanks to his abhorrent impulse control, or the near limitless confidence in himself that religiously inspired him to take such monstrous risks.

But either way, he’d gotten the job done-

~WHIRR~

Surprisingly soft blue lips drew into a thin line. Glaring red optics bore down into Bumblebee’s soul, and the little minibot had one harrowing moment to think about what he’d actually just done.

In hindsight, Bee realized that he probably should have asked for permission to do something like that first...

He should have asked what kind of touch was welcomed. He should have calculated the likelihood that a cold, reserved ‘Con would be insulted by that kind of gesture.

He should have respected Blitzwing’s limits, if not his own.

“Oh, shoot -Blitz, I- I’m sorry...” Like, really, *really* sorry.

Like, if this was the thing that ruined their blossoming friendship, Bumblebee would never forgive himself. He’d never forget what he’d just lost, because of one nano-klik spent thinking with his engine instead of his processor.

Bumblebee clutched a hand over his spark where it rattled painfully in his chest.

“I should of asked you, if you’d be ok with that. I should have asked if you’re ok with-with being touched. I should of waited until I knew for *sure* ifMMPH-“

One large, black servo wrapped around the entirety of Bee’s jaws and throat, puffing his cheeks and lips up when fingers *squeezed* and pulling him forward into a warm, accommodating mouth. Very accommodating and very interested. Blitzwing made room between his substantially heavier frame and his thinner one -managing to fasten the little speedster to the spot with a single servo and a tentative kiss.

Bumblebee felt his spark thump joyously against his chassis and scrambled on instinct to grab onto something, as he began to feel lightheaded, as Blitzwing stole all the air from his vents. What he got was a servo full of Blitzwing’s chest and collar seam -which he held onto for dear, wonderful life.

Blitzwing kissed him like it was his job to -steady and focused. Drawing the little bot near with his other hand circling loosely around his middle. Ensuring escape was impossible, making Bee’s engines rumble at the sheer possessiveness of it all.

It lasted longer than the other ‘Bots would have comfortably allowed -as if they’d allow any of it- but thankfully, they weren’t here, and nothing was getting in the way of sharing his first kiss with his totally-just-a-friend in this glorious, consuming moment. Grabbing pathetically against whatever he could get a hold of, though there was far too much of the other bot to keep a solid grip.

Blitzwing pulled away looking pale and flushed and angry about what he’d just done -and more angry than anything that’d he’d just had to *stop* what he was doing. Optics sweeping over the lithe frame before him, drinking in the disheveled sight, and tending with the pinch and pull of their unchecked fields against one another.

The absolute scandal.

He cycled through faces for a moment before settling back to blue.

“You’re kind of, *huff*, you’re kind of erratic today.” Bumblebee warbled out, sucking air down his intake and opening his overworked vents even wider.

Blitzwing looked thoroughly abashed, likely coming to terms with what he’d just done, and how worryingly committed he already was to doing it all again.

“I am.... working through a lot of... zings at ze moment....”

Fair enough- Bumblebee was working out how willing he was exactly to die like that, if the triple changer ever tried it that enthusiastically again.

Cheeks burning with Energon, the bug was just audacious enough -big surprise- to smile like *he’d* been the one to kiss Blitzwing off his pedes.

“Was I, like, any good?” Bumblebee breathed out, eager for some undeserved praise. It was his first, *first* kiss after all, and he’d like some feedback that it was as powerful and dizzying for Blitzwing as it’d absolutely been for him.

If his tanks were still flipping from it, engine charged.

Blitzwing was really good at pretending to be unbothered, though, and simply shrugged, nonplussed. The pinnacle of indifference and a bigger killjoy than Optimus.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you weren’t swooning in my arms just then!” Bumblebee flapped uselessly. He could feel his faceplate heat for a more infuriating reason now.

Blitzwing did smile then.

“On ze contrary, Bug. Jou were swooning into *me*.”

There was an undeniable victory in making even a substantially weaker frame as Bumblebee’s giddy and desperate for his attentions. His sway over the little minibot so great, his skill so unmatched.

Blitzwing felt heady and far too full of himself then -considering he’d surely have Megatron to answer to later, when he inevitably smelled the little Autobot’s scent on his frame. But Blitzwing felt too blissed out in that moment to worry about anything else than drawing his favorite little hellion back into another mesmerizing kiss.

Bumblebee was still pouting at him when he swooped down, face clicking into place as Random, and stealing another kiss off the bot.

Bumblebee tensed, but melted quickly. Already growing accustomed to the feel of the larger mech against him. Blitzwing felt pride swell in his chassis.

Bumblebee made an utterly adorable noise when the tingle of fangs slipped over his lip and startled him -the giant coaxing him back to relax with little effort. Blitzwing could do this for fragging ever, and he *would* have, if their audience hadn’t chosen that moment to make themselves known.

“Ahem.”

Bumblebee’s optics flew open, and a scowl pulled his little lip plates right off of Blitzwing’s, causing the other’s mood to dampen considerably. He rather liked having the minibot glued to him.

“Uggghhh...” Bee moaned turning towards Prowl of all the nosy, self righteous bots to act as his chaperone.

“You just *had* to rain on my parade, didn’t you?”

Prowl looked as if *he* was the one who was in the wrong for sneaking kisses with his new totally-just-a-friend the moment they got some long awaited privacy. When, really, who hadn’t seen this coming? Optimus had swiftly given up on correcting him the moment he’d made his obscure confession.

“Jealous?!” Bumblebee quipped, knowing full well what the real issue was.

Prowl didn’t rise to the bait -and he didn’t look particularly devious then, either. His expression softening after a moment inflicting that woefully condemning stare he’d long mastered on the little mech.

Bee softened, too.

“You’re not gonna tell on us... Are you?” He asked, looking defeated for a mech that’d felt like he’d been on top of the world just moments ago.

But before Prowl could answer, Blitzwing was standing back at his full height, placing a single pede down in front of Bumblebee and blocking him from view.

“Zis vas my doing,” He explained, calmly placing a servo to his chest. Doing actually pretty decently at being a lying ‘Con, considering how this looked. How it’d look to bigoted, out of touch council bots, anyway.

“Bumblebee vasn’t given a choice. I took ze initiative to-“

“No, the frag he didn’t!” Bee squealed from behind his pede, ducking out from under it and leveling his teammate with a challenging glare.

“*I* made the first move, because *I’m* the braver one!”

“Bug-“

“So what, anyway?!” Bee shrieked.

“I kissed him, *and I liked it*! You gonna tell on us or not, Prowl!? Huh!? Huh!?”

Blitzwing was physically having to restrain himself from shaking sense into the naggy little ant. It was *his* job to do the protecting. The flare of Energon in his cheeks made that defense difficult, though.

But Prowl simply shook his helm ‘no’, the first blessed mercy he’d *ever* spared for Bumblebee.

What had gotten into everybody, as of late?

Bumblebee’s little shoulders slumped, servos uncrossing. Prowl didn’t look like he was joking, though -not that the ninja bot knew how to.

“You’ve done nothing explicitly wrong.” Prowl said then to calm him. Which was a lie.

“We are at peace.” Which they officially weren’t.

“Our factions are making an effort to.... come together.” Was that an innuendo?

Bee should come over and roundhouse kick him back to his senses -or make his sturdy new boyfriend do it.

This was some kind of trap, obviously.

*Obviously*.

“So, you’re fine with *this*, as long as we’re all ‘friends’?” Bumblebee used finger quotes, realizing a little too late the notion held a double meaning he wasn’t sure the other party would find agreeable. Blitzwing didn’t comment, though.

“You’re oversimplifying things.” Prowl said with half a shrug. Too cool to commit.

“I see no problem, so long as we’re all on neutral terms with one another.”

He waited just long enough for the words to sink in, and keep Bumblebee from making another fuss. Hopefully satisfied with his cryptic answer that he wouldn’t rat on him.

He turned away from the pair, having done and said whatever he needed to -which apparently had just been wanting to embarrass Bumblebee and remind him of their circumstance.

Which, newsflash, none of them needed reminding. Snooty, fragging spoilsport.

There was, of course, the chance he’d come to make himself known so as to blackmail Bee into doing something *responsible* later. That was equally as plausible.

Oh, how Prowl loved to bend the truth, when it best suited him.

Bumblebee didn’t get another moment to cast blazing hot optics his way before his partner in crime was encasing him with a servo again and bringing him back into a solid chest. All thoughts of how terribly this would blow up in his face later swallowed up by the unbearable heat of the other’s engines beginning to stir.

To pit with the repercussions, Bee was so totally telling Optimus *all* about this later. Who could resist gossiping about making out with a threat level: obscene war machine? One that was so good at kissing, too.

His leader might like to know that, for once, whatever their futures held, it’d be something worth that delicate hope he clung so carefully to. That he’d no longer need to be afraid to let it grow.

And it’d come with a lot more dashing Decepticons to talk about at odd hours of the night.

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Well, it only took me two months to post this thing. There’s been so much chaos in my life right now, time keeps slipping away from me. But this fandom is everything I love with people in it I love hearing from!

I’m so glad I accidentally fell into transformers hell of all things.

I hope this was a fun read, and you delighted in me embarrassing myself. I can’t stop, it seems. Garbagezombie thank you for the message, I hope you liked this💕 you made me feel super good at doing my transformers things, and that means a lot 🥺💖

[neko-nemesis]

Just a toy~

Arataki itto x afab reader

Warnings : sexual content below, MDI (minors don't interact), mutual pinning, a little bit of pervert! Itto (stealing your underwear), mostly Dom reader x sub Itto, Degradation, Oral (receiving), brief description of everything. Lmk if I missed anything <3

Note: Hii hello, yes I'm not dead dw. IM SORRY DJDJDKDjhfejke I know I've been like deactivated for like a whole ass month? I'm sorry my luvs, I've been sick and terribly busy. Been busy with going to the hospital, with classes and personal issues. Aite enough information of me, HOWS EVERYONE BEEN. I GOT ZHONGLI EVERYBODY!! <3 I hope everyone is getting whoever they wished for! During my time off, I've noticed that I got 500 followers?!?!? I started written from last year's December and been dead all around January (OOPS) but this is insane? Thank you ALL so much for the support, y'all are keeping me going to write out all my fantasies mwah. I've something coming special soon enough, that is if I don't ghost y'all again <3 (I'm kidding, pls god no)

Interactions and reblogs are very much appreciated <3 thank you all sm for everything. Hope you enjoy this bit of Itto that I've rushed writing while literally waiting for my appointment LMAO

Not proof-read

-You're one of the well respected noble lady of all Inuzuma, one that catches everyone's eyes, even the one particular Oni.

-The familiar red eyes would linger on you longer than anyone else as you went around the city. While most citizens would come up to you, starting conversations or simply pay respect as they greet you, Itto Arataki stayed behind.

-Usually the great one and oni feared none, specially not those who are little compared to his height, forget status! But something about y/n made him act like a silly teenager with a crush.

-preferring to loudly announce that suddenly some onikabuto are screaming his name or that he's simply done annoying kids for the day as he quickly runs off whenever he senses you near.

-But unfortunately for him, he was into an onikabuto fight with the kids one day, that he didn't even notice how he caught your eyes as you walked up close and peered over his shoulders, intrigued to see who wins.

-imagine his surprised when he loses but then hears you from behind, "Oh don't be discouraged! You may win the next." And lay a hand on his broad shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.

-from that day on, he manages to be friends with you. Often surprising you with his palm full of Sakura petals with his face turned pink or little trinkets he buys with little money but that's okay, he always thinks of you, hoping you would like them.

-the innocence only could stay long as now being close to you, his mind would take a turn and fill in thoughts he shouldn't have for a friend!

-But he can't help it, not when he finds baskets of laundry nearby and 'accidentally' fishes out used undergarments belonging to no one else but you whenever he had the chance to visit you in the noble residence.

-But little did the poor oni knew, it was your own little setup, oh how naive and adorably dirty he was, did he think you didn't know? Did he think you wouldn't know of your missing panties? Or how his eyes darkened and stayed glued whenever you dressed almost barely around him alone.

-Seeing the pattern continue for weeks now without seeing Itto making a rather straight forward move on you was getting on your nerves, so you took it all on yourself to 'confront' your friend and give him a piece of your mind.

You could hardly think straight, you couldn't believe your eyes to say the least. You definitely weren't expecting seeing your usually confident and loud "friend" giving you nervous glances every so often as he sat down close below you under your command while you sat near the edge of the your bed, toying with your kiseru pipe with one hand.

"Look at you baby~" you purr, leaning down as you ran a hand down from his burning face, upto his neck, wrapping those pretty fingers of yours around it and giving a gentle squeeze. "I can't believe it, the proud one and only oni, being such a pathetic little thing in my hands" you mock him, smoke coming out of your mouth as you laugh as he shivers under your gaze. Well fuck, he dares not to even breathe as you bring your face close to his, he could smell the hint of tobacco on your breath.

"So, repeat what you said earlier baby." Your grip on his neck gets a little harder, "I need to hear it again." He gulps. Every touches you proved to him has him on a chokehold, he was craving more and more and the way you bit your lip seductively while inching your foot closer to his cock that was so painfully erected, leaving an obvious imprinted on his pants as you pressed on it, making him whimper below you as he felt a sick sense of pleasure from such humiliating acts you put on. The once great Oni was really under your feet, below you reduced into nothing but into a puppet, of whose strings you pull onto doing whatever your little heart desired.

His face turns into more shades of red than anyone could even imagine of, "I- I'm sorry, I didn't-" this angered you, why is he saying he didn't wanted to? When you clearly were aware of all the panties that randomly went missing on the days your Oni friend came around. Why is he saying he didn't wanted to when it was so painstakingly obvious that he is in love with you? Why is he saying he didn't wanted to when he wrapped around all those mere fabrics, which were stained of you around his throbbing cock as he couldn't help but moan out your name whenever he had the chance to?

"oh? You didn't?" You question, "are you saying you didn't wanted to steal my panties and fuck yourself with it?" You grin seeing his wide eyes, "NO- it's n-not" "are you denying the fact you want to fuck me?" "L-Lady- y/n, No-" "are you saying you're not in love with me?"

He's heavy breathing now, taking alot longer for him to process everything. I mean, could you blame him? The well-respected Noble of all Inuzuma caught him red handed doing such a disgusting act and on top of that, having to hear them recite all his secret feelings he hold for them. He felt so embarrassed yet so aroused, the feeling of being so small under their gaze was setting off fireworks in his stomach, it was driving him crazy.

"What if I were to say that...I hold similar feelings for you?" You say, inhaling smoke from the kiseru, watching his handsome face turning into a frown with confusion. "Oh- now don't tell me you're that dumb, Arataki itto." You giggle, sighing you boldly grab one of his arms, running the tip of your sharp nail on his red lines, teasing him to the edge. "It's why I dared to befriend you, didn't you notice?" "I a-apologize or whatever for interrupting you my lady but a-are you saying you like me?!?" Ah, there he is. You can tell he's trying his best to not grin from ear to ear, Itto could only pray you can not hear his heartbeats, it was hammering against his ridcage. "Oh.. I don't know" you faked a sigh as your small hand brought his between your thighs, "you tell me, my dearest." The feeling of your bare soaking cunt on his finger tips had the oni frothing from his mouth, oh how he has dreamt of this!

Months of pinning over the noble lady everyone wished to be with, the oni couldn't help but feel the primal urge inside of him to slaughter whoever dreamt the same of him. Not one day has passed where he hasn't thought of touching y/n like no one else has before. Always wondering how your smooth skin would feel under his, how your arousal may taste like on his long tongue, how fucking good your tight cunt would feel wrapped around his cock as he gets the chance to yell out loud his love for you if he has to.

Now all that he dreamt of, was coming true.

You roll your eyes, letting go of his neck as you lean back, "Oh now, don't say I need to bring you to kiss me too." Don't tell it to him twice. The pipe drops from your hand on the floor, making a clang sound as you felt his lips mold onto yours in a hungry manner, he could feel you smile on his skin, the feeling of your soft lips on his left as soon as they came, when he felt the rough tug. He realized you pulled away by tugging him off by the spiky collar on his neck.

"Patience~ now, I'm hoping you do know what to say for your confession, yes?", He almost whines in disappointment but obliges with no hesitation anymore. "I'm sorry for s-stealing your undies!" He exclaims, trying his hardest to sound normal but failing. "I- I couldn't help it, you know?" It's now him bowing down and leaving a trail of wet kisses on your exposed thighs. "I was gettin' desperate, you're a big tease, lady y/n." a gutteral growl erupts from him as he sinks his fangs onto your flesh, hard enough to leave a crescent mark. You give him a pleased smile, "yeah?" "Yeah." "Well then-" you stood up only to put on a show as you let go of the loosely tied kimono and let it pool beneath your feet, standing bare. Itto once again drops his jaw as he could only stare up. Memorizing every curves and exposed skin his ruby eyes could look at.

"Go on then." Your sinister grin did not go unnoticed by the man below you, "Kneel down properly and show me, just how desperate you can be, hmm?" This time, flushed face but lips tugging into a smirk, itto's arm rose to wrap around your hips.

"oh my lady, I will show you just what dreams are made of."

"Attaboy."

Getting the confidence back, he made quick work on you. So here you were, clutching onto his silver locks and horns for leverage as you rode his face, itto happily complying as he thrust his long tongue into your needy hole, licking and slurping down everything you had to offer. Getting a taste of you was enough to convince the man, half oni to mark you as his.

If you wanted him as your toy, oh he so happily will be your fucking toy as long as you stayed his and his only for a long time.

xxx

[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

[reaganingridleys]

some breagan headcanons because im bored lol

Reagan was never really the type to get into anybody for looks, after all she’s mostly grown up with older people and it would be exhausting to find someone her type when she doesn’t really know who she is, let alone anybody her damn age. Which leads onto the fact that she had a relationship all the way back in college, however that doesn’t mean it would have been her first and Last (this is a Breagan blog after all lol). She’s more used to getting to know a person rather than having to deal with physical attraction, and it was definitely a bit burdensome to her since she’d used to say she liked someone just because it would give her attention, the same kind of attention she got from the Rafe episode. In the end she knew better than that and decided that she’s better off with someone who is Actually put together, even if that means with herself in the meantime. Which is fine.

Brett takes things at face value. Being made self-aware at a super young age, surrounded by the people that abandoned him later on in life made him understand himself to an unhealthy degree, but when it came to relationships it just made him sad, insecure and anxious because he doesn’t know if he’s making his partners happy enough. He doesn’t know if he’s good enough and it was practically drilled into his brain that he will Never deserve the good things that happen to him. (Fake it ‘til you make it guys, that’s what I do all the time! WOOO! - Brett, definitely)

Brett has callouses in his hands due to weightlifting. Anytime he gets nervous he tends to pick at it until the skin just rrrrips,

Technically canon, but Brett plays guitar. He plays very good guitar.

Reagan’s one of those people that takes pens and disassembles them only to bring them back together later on.

They both have restless hands. They both constantly need to be having their hands on something and when they don’t have Things they have each other, so you could see them holding hands, slapping each other’s, coming up with new handshake combos and Brett braiding her hair, Reagan playing with his tie.

They’re also really affectionate, and touchstarved. They’re not very PDA-y, although they still kiss in front of people and lean against each other but that’s mostly been it (especially because everyone teases them about it.) Surprisingly, in private, Reagan is the one who initiates contact and while it’s on the more, uh, safer side, Brett always asks permission to touch her especially since his touches get soooo Very There and Reagan’s always like (shudders) yes PLEASE and BOOM accidental begging kink lol

Brett is the least suspecting person you would consider horny. But BUTBUTBUT Think About it. Pent up depression and anger? Check. All sense of anxiety and rage all bundled into working out? Literally the STRESS of having to be working at Cognito Inc.? SHEESH this man would be a beast in bed. A very good and patient one too.

Reagan is also pretty much on the same boat as him, she just makes outlets for herself until they no longer work out in her favor. Fortunately for her, if learning to deal with emotions has done anything she could finally express it by having to ride Brett until the both of them are spent to hell and back. They could go for hours because FUCK sleep, man.

They makeout a lot. Like, one kiss isn’t enough it HAS to have gradual kisses.

Brett puts his hand on Reagan’s thigh, keeps it hanging by her hip whenever she’s standing up and he’s sitting down. He loves kissing her scarred hands and knuckles and occasionally steals a kiss from the back of her neck when they walk together.

Reagan likes cuter things, she’s the type to nibble on Brett’s ear, hold pinkies with him as they walk together, or even so much as tuck her face into his neck like a little cat.