#im not entirely sure it was an art request but i took it as one

[meowfeverzzz]

Cat siffrin :33

Cat siffrin :33

heres the edit i made for my pfp too lol

[hughjackmansbicep]

Idk if you’re taking requests now but can you please write a Logan x reader who likes flowers🥺 like someone gives her a flower and she gets very happy so he decides to buy bouquets for her to see her happy

Contains: Logan Howlett X F!Reader

Warnings: Uhhhh none??? Cuss words???

Word Count: 1.08k

a/n: omg my first request!!!! been waiting for one :DD i hopes you like hope i delivered well...... im so bad at making endings i never know how the fluff to do it rahhhhh !!!!! enjoy enjoy feel free to request friends i find this sm funnnnnnn

Unbeknownst to you, Logan took note of everything about you. He’d watch the way your eyes sparkled when you'd walk through the garden; he’d admire the way you carefully hand-selected flowers for whatever bouquet you were making that week; and even though he always seemed annoyed when you'd make whoever was driving pull over so you could pick the wildflowers on the side of the road, he secretly adored it. So when one of the students made a beeline for you, roses picked from the garden in hand, he took extra notes seeing something so simple make your entire week.

“It was just the sweetest thing!” You boasted about the flowers for the thousandth time; Logan didn't mind though; he could listen to you talk all day long. You could've been reciting War and Peace to him, and he'd still be utterly infatuated with every word that fell from your tongue. The two of you were sitting on a bench in the garden as you rambled on about those darn roses when Rouge had appeared holding a vase with the most gorgeous floral arrangement. “These were just dropped off for you.” She spoke, holding the bouquet out. “Oh my! Did they say from who?” You were grinning from ear to ear as you admired the flowers. “Nope! Card didn't say either.” You fished for the folded-over cardstock; opening it just left you with even more questions. ‘In a room full of art, I’d still stare at you’ was all that was printed on the card—no name, no initial, not even a hint of who might this be from. You looked up, giving Rouge a warm smile and thanking her before heading inside to set up your new arrangement.

You'd just finished cutting and placing your new flowers in a vase when Logan waltzed into the kitchen, “Who do you think they're from?” He asked, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand, “Not sure, but whoever they're from, they certainly know my favorite flowers.” You smiled down at the flowers, thankfully paying no real mind to Logan. His face was completely flush as he tried to mask the smile making its way to his lips with a quick swig from his beer. He just silently nodded in your direction before yelling a quick goodnight to you as he swiftly made his exit out the kitchen.

This continued on for weeks, your secret admirer sending flowers to you, sweet notes attached to all of them. You had saved every single one, keeping them locked in a small wooden box under your bed, and every week when new flowers would arrive, you'd cut a few off from your last bouquet, pressing them in books to also savor. You had interrogated every single person in the mansion about these mystery flowers, but to no avail, no one would confess. You didn't mind though; while it was frustrating to not thank your secret admirer, you appreciated the gifts nonetheless.

“I just wish whoever was doing this would say something.” You exasperated. You were sprawled across your bed staring at the ceiling as Logan sat at your desk picking at his fingernails, something he only did when he was nervous. “Maybe they're scared?” Logan offered, and you flipped to your stomach, looking over to him, "Well, they need to nut up and just tell me, I'm starting to run out of books to press these damn things!” His eyes go wide hearing you've been saving the flowers sent to you, your brows furrowing in confusion at his reaction. “What?” You ask, cocking your head to the side, “N-nothing; I think Charles is calling for me.” He practically runs out of your room after that. 

You 100% knew Logan was the one sending you all these floral bouquets; he made it so painfully obvious, but you weren't going to say anything. Honestly, you wanted to see how long he could keep his little act up. How many more arrangements were you going to get before he finally fessed up? Your answer came 2 months later, when you received a bouquet. The note attached was just coordinates and a timestamp of 7:26 p.m. Punching them into your phone, it was a botanical garden just a couple miles away, a smile creeping onto your face as your cheeks flushed red.

You stood at the beginning of the path in the garden at 7:26 on the dot, your heart a jackhammer in your chest, your breaths shakey and laced with anxiety. It had to be Logan, but what if it wasn’t... Your thoughts were racing in your head, making you feel dizzy, your stomach tying into knots as your heels clicked down the path. Each step closer, you could feel your body tense up like cement was coursing through your veins, hardening with each passing second. 

Rounding a corner to the center of the garden, you spotted an oh so familiar face holding a bouquet of your absolute favorite flowers, the goofiest smile planted on his face when he saw you coming around. “I fucking knew it.” You whispered to yourself; Logan nervously laughed, of course hearing what you said. “Surprisee…” He drew out, opening his arms up to you, wasting no time. You ran over to him, being engulfed in his oh-so-large arms that you loved. “I just saw how happy you were receiving those roses from that kid; I couldn't help it; I love seeing your smile.” He bashfully admitted, and you smiled up at him, planting a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek in response.

“I wanted to tell you so many times, but I wanted it to be special, y'know, because you're special.” His face was burning red as he spoke, “I notice everything about you, from the way flowers make your heart skip a beat to the way you rebuke the societal norms of appointment times.”

"God, I hate that everything is set in 5 or 10 minute increments.” You sighed against his chest, shaking your head. He laughed just at your dramatics, “Exactly why I had you show up at 7:26.” 

The rest of your evening was spent admiring the garden and teaching Logan about every flower you both came across, and of course he listened to everything, absorbing every minute detail he could. If your words were gold, he'd dress himself in them every day; he'd tattoo every sound that escaped from your mouth. You were as precious as rubies to him, and god, he was never letting you go.

[filiazpink]

HEYYYY IM THE GIRL FROM THE COMMENT SECTION OF YOUR ORION AND D-16 AND THEIR SUPERIOR FIC!!! i just wanted to let you know it was adorable and that if it’s alright with you i would love to see a part two! 💕💕💕

🩷"INFATUATED"🩷

orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 - part 2

warnings: MAJOR transformers one spoilers, sentinel prime likes the reader too HELP, my cutie patootie oc being mentioned once, darkwing being darkwing electric boogaloo, cheesy stuff once again

summary: takes place during the iacon 5000, and a bit of the aftermath that follows. orion's crush is still very obvious and d-16 is warming up to you.

a/n: SO MANY NOTES ON PART 1?? TYSM EVERYONE 💗💗💗💗 and also a round of applause to this lovely requester here sending the ask that motivated me to make a part 2 :3 sorry it took so long i was busy with art commissions and writing my dark deception fic :( hopefully this will live up to the expectations of the 30 ppl that sent me in inbox to make a part 2 !! if you guys want a part 3 with even more stuff, lemme know in the inbox! it would be kinda fun to make a mini series with this idea for the whole movie !! ENJOY !!!

word count: 1740

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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somehow, you managed to gain one of the best spots in iacon to watch the race take place.

well, it was easy to know why.

sentinel prime himself considered you as one of ‘his closest friend’, so he reserved a special seat just for you: right next to him.

best seat in the house.

it was a very overwhelming experience overall, with cameras all pointed towards you and THE sentinel prime, the fact that you were simply next to the savior of iacon, the slight confusion you had for what you and sentinel were. i mean, you only spoke to him professionally, and those were rare occasions. surely, he met thousands of new bots everyday, yet he remembered you of all bots. 

but all of that couldn’t compare to the dread that took over your entire body as soon as you heard sentinel utter the following:

“i’m sorry- are those miners in the race?” the two of you turned around to the giant screen to see that, indeed, there were cogless bots participating in the race.

and not just any cogless bots, bots from your sector!

and not just bots from your sector, it was those two charming bots orion pax and d-16!

your optics widened at the revelation, on the point of transforming to go and stop them before they get damaged beyond repair but sentinel held you back.

“hey- hey, what are you doing??” he mumbled, looking back at the cameras every few seconds to make sure they weren’t focused on him.

“those are workers from my sector!! i-i know them, i have to sto-”

“come on, (y/n), relax! they’ll be fine! besides, think of the inspirational boost it’ll give the other miners if they do win. they’ll be delighted.” he tried coaxing you into relaxing, going so far as to gently rub your shoulder in an attempt at comforting you but you had none of it.

“this is a first in iacon 5000 history!”

“oh primus, please, please, please keep them alive!,,,”

“how are they going to survive?”

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eventually, the cameras couldn’t pick up feed on the tunnel that the majority of the racers, including orion and d-16, were in. the thought of finding them crushed or in worse condition sickened you. with a trembling hand, you quickly gripped onto sentinel’s, who couldn’t help but look smug at your reaction.

“they’ll be okay,,, right?!” you asked him and the prime sighed.

“don’t worry. if they end up hurt, we’ll just send them to medbay-”

“i don’t believe it! the miners take down darkwing!”

the crowd went wild at the display, somehow getting louder than it already was. the femme and the prime watched in astonishment as the miners went from last place to third place in such a short amount of time. 

well, now you knew that darkwing was going to complain about that to you for the rest of the work cycle.

you let go of the blue and golden bot’s hand (much to his very visible disappointment) to place it over your mouth. your optics shined in absolute amazement, watching the main screen showing orion and d-16 looking more and more hopeful. 

“OHH, MINERS!” darkwing literally roared at them, his fists clenching in total anger. 

“great effort, darkwing!” orion attempted to cheer on darkwing for his efforts, but deep down, he knew once this was over, he and his companion were royally fucked.

“t-that worked! it actually worked! you think (y/n) saw all that?!” d-16 beamed, getting more and more excited at the thought of you watching them- watching him win the race.

“i’m sure she’s watching! she’ll be so proud of us!”

after passing the magnetic obstacle course tunnel (much to your relief, poor bots would have been crushed beyond repair), you felt like your body couldn’t handle all the amount of excitement, especially with the announcer going:

“a four-bot pile-up in the magnetic tunnel and the two miners are now in first position! this is UNBELIEVABLE!”

the speechless prime turned around, facing the finish line, pulling you alongside to observe. 

from the corner of his optic, he watched your reactions with envy. you never reacted that way whenever he showed up to your office unprompted.

were those two cog-less bots really that important when he’s here?

however, his train of thoughts was interrupted as a shattered piece from a nearly crushed racer hit d-16 from behind, making the grey bot trip and fracture his leg. you gasped at the outcome, praying they were still close enough to make it.

orion reached for d-16, pulling him up and slinging him onto his back, slowly making his way to the finish line. 

everyone was losing it, including sentinel, who was on the edge of his seat. will they make it in time? 

even the announcer seemed to be overly excited!

orion quickly looked up to your radiant face, feeling another rush of energy flow through him simply by seeing your wonderstruck expression. by the allspark, you looked glorious with all the different lights shining onto your armour.

“one miner is now carrying the other, mere steps from the finish line in the most amazing, sensational, dramatic, heart-rending, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of-”

and all of a sudden, all of it was cut short as a white and cyan mech ran into the smaller bots, knocking them back down. the mech transformers and slid across the finish line, throwing her fists in the air.

“WE HAVE A WINNERRR!! CHROMIA COMES FROM BEHIND TO TAKE THE PRIZE! talk about an iacon 5000 for the ages!”

your excitement died down. sure, you were happy for chromia, she won fair and square, but,,,

you sighed as you watched every other surviving racer fly past the two miners, still trying to see the small mechs as sentinel let out a chuckle, dragging you away with him to congratulate the winner.

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“mmh, they should be right here, miss.”

“thank you, mekastat.”

the pale red and pink bot nodded at you with a courteous smile, walking away from the medbay you were informed that orion and d-16 were in. you let out a long sigh, clearing your throat and before you could knock at the door, you managed to overhear the ongoing conversation.

“we are SO screwed!” you could distinguish d-16’s frustrated voice through the commotion, followed by orion’s more gentle tone:

“i thought you weren’t talking to me,,,”

“hey, look, i know it's all a big joke to you, but not me! i was paying my dues. i was going places and now they're going to bust me down- i don't even know how many tiers-”

“d, i’m sorry-”

“A-AND NOT JUST THAT! SHE SAW IT ALL HAPPEN! SHE,,, she saw everything.” she? no, that doesn’t matter. your curiosity will be your downfall.

with a quick knock, their conversation was cut short as you quietly walked in. orion immediately sat up straight, his optics wide open. a blush (that you assumed was out of embarrassment) decorated his face. d-16, however, didn’t even look you in the eye, his head hunched over in shame.

“hi.”

they waited for any form of reprimand from you, but since you simply stared back at them as to wait for them to speak, orion decided to be the first to break the ice.

“,,, i’m so sorry, (y/n), i was the one to s-suggest the idea of us participating. demote me but not d-16, i practically dragged him along into this.” d-16 turned his head just a little bit at his friend, the tension in his yellow optics leaving just a tad bit.

you thought for a while, looking away and missed the way that even in such a situation where you were supposed to, yes, reprimand them, orion looked up at you like you hung the moon and the stars combined. even in the poor lighting the room had, your armour still shined in a hypnotizing way. at least, in orion’s eyes.

“i should punish you for breaking protocol like this.”

“we know,,,” “but.” you got down on your knees, still towering over the miners, and with a small and gracious smile, you said: “i won’t. besides, even if you lost, that was still the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.”

hearing that made d-16’s helm rise back up to stare at you with a bewildered expression, matching his friend. 

“really??”

you then let out a small giggle and gave them a bigger smile, which totally didn’t make the two smaller bots swoon. “it was amazing! you were both so fast, and you managed to take down darkwing?? he’s never going to hear the end of it! do you know how long he’s been training for this day and he was beaten by you two, who never trained for this type of action?!”

they’ve never seen you this excited, just the sight made up for the fact that they had lost and possibly humiliated themselves to millions of cybertronians. 

“if anything, if sentinel doesn’t end up giving you guys a prize for making it this far, i’d think he’d be wasting an opportunity to celebrate true racers!” 

“oh- wait! sentinel! what’s he going to do with us??” asked d-16, nearly getting up from the table, stress once more filling his processors. 

your excitement died down at the mention of his name. oh, right. him.

“um, i could try to convince him to not do anything drastic! he considers me a friend of his, apparently.”

“that won’t be necessary.” another femme’s voice droned out, one that you immediately recognized. 

“i’ll take it from here, (y/n). head back to your post.” airachnid ordered, stepping aside for you to leave. you turned your helm to the miners and waved goodbye, still watching them as you walked away until they were no longer in sight.

as you were about to leave the building, you bumped into darkwing, who despite not having visible facial features, you could tell with the way he was walking that he was still absolutely infuriated.

“darkwing,,,?” you asked and in response, he swiftly turned around, grabbed you by the shoulders and screamed:

“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND VALUED BOT IN MY LIFE.” and so he power walked into the hospital, leaving you utterly confused.

,,,

what.

wait why was he going in the hospital?

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[girlboypersonthingy]

Would it be ok to request Vox with an affectionate s/o?

More than okay, nonnie! I’ve been getting so many requests bro, literally every time I post one, I get like 2 more in its place. IM LIVING FOR IT, KEEP IT COMING YALL! But also plz be patient with me 🥺 been waiting for a request for my flat-faced prince. Tbh the first time I watched Hazbin, my immediate reaction to Vox was ‘OH NO HES HOT!!!’ So, enjoy these headcanons 😘

Notes: gn!reader, maybe a little ooc Vox?

Vox x reader- Affection 💋

Also oh my fucking godddddd the vest, him in a vest. I need more Vox in a vest PRONTO…🥵

Okay so like…bro is more dirty minded.

He’s genuinely confused when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand like ???

Oh….you’re not just trying to fuck him and get famous?

Cuteee~

Sure, he’s fucked and made out with ppl and probably done some other crazy shit but his experience with sappy romance and affection like you show him is very limited.

He’s pretty dense, he’s got a tough shell and doesn’t really understand love languages and stuff like that.

His love language is most definitely gift giving and I just know he’s terrible at actually showing his feeling through words or romantic gestures or physical affection.

It’s usually just like “Hey! I love ya! I got you this.” *insert item you’d flip your lid over*

At least he’s a good gift giver! He really does try to give you cool stuff he knows you’ll like but he’s still learning how to actually speak about his feelings and show it physically.

He tries to match your energy the best he can

Get him gifts!!! Plz he loves homemade gifts too- gift him art, sing him an original song, sew him something, whatever your skills or talents may be, use them and he’ll adore it and also praise tf out of you

You took time to make this just for him? ‘Marry me’

Besides fucking around with Val, Vox doesn’t get much affection so he very quickly falls in love with all the sweet affectionate touches you frequently show him.

It’s all so different than Val, so sensitive and genuine. It really makes him swoon~

Melts when you kiss the corners of his screen- there’s something about non mouth kisses that really gets to him

He gets a huge dorky love stuck grin when you sit in his lap and hug him close, also hugs you back super tight

Absolutely loves kissing you and then noticing the lingering smudges/lipstick marks on his screen later

Fix his bow tie while giving him a sneaky wink in front of his crew and he’ll huff and look away while trying to hold back a smile

Invites you on his nightly broadcast as a guest one time and quickly learned how embarrassed he becomes when you flirt and call him pet names on live TV in front of tons of viewers

After only 10 minutes of talking, giggling and giving him bedroom eyes, Vox was struggling to maintain his composure- you’re so fucking cute.

All you had to do was laugh loudly at one of his crude jokes about Alastor and call him your “honey bunny” and suddenly the entire V tower lost power.

Poor man literally short circuits over your darling voice calling him such soft names- he’s so down bad for you he can’t even hide it

Val and Velvette have that specific episode downloaded and saved to every device they own bc there’s no way they are letting this go, he’s never living this down

If you pause the video right before it cuts out, just before the power goes out, Vox has literal hearts for eyes and his entire screen briefly becomes this bright blushy pink color- that’s a color no one has ever seen on him

Just keep doing your thing, you little hopeless romantic, and you’ll see that color more often.

But Vox might have to leave you at home when filming bc he can’t control himself around you sometimes and you obviously can’t either 🖤

[eijirousbestie]

I’m not sure if my request have been sent to you or not but here we ge. Bakugou drawing with reader this time just quite and pace a day later he would notice reader putting his drawing in a nice and viable place in her wall like she is proud of him , im craving for some fluff🥹

Yes I got your last request too!! I try to crank these new stories out at least twice a month cuz of daily life but I got around to it today🫵🏽 I’ll combine ur last request with this one since it’s kinda the same premise. As always thank y’all for reading and I hope you enjoy! If y’all have any special requests PLS SHARE THEM WITH ME!! I’d love to write them<33

“Stick to art.”

painting together

peaceful silence

Bakugou is actually good at painting

may or may not have based the painting off of one I actually made…

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“For the love of god will you stop hogging all the white paint?”

“Quit whinin’ will ya? I’ll hand it back just give me a sec here.” You in fact did not get the paint back in a few seconds. With the way he’s got it in a death grip you’re not entirely sure it’ll survive the trip back to you.

“Katsuki, your knuckles are literally turning white from how hard you’re squeezing the tube. You don’t even need that much.”

“You know the more you talk the less “enjoyable” this bright idea of yours is.” He places the tube of paint down on the ground next to your knee.

You both are in your dorm room, your usual tarp covering the flooring under you from any stray paint splatters. It was your grand idea to have the both of you paint together. Actually, it was to prove to Bakugou that painting wasn’t as easy as he chucked it up to be. It started with his comments about your art earlier in the week. You were working on another project for class and spent hours painting and refining the details. The boisterous blonde disrupted your thoughts in place of his own. Why the hell’s this taking so long? It’s just an apple, he’d question. To him, a painting should never take more than at least two hours tops. If anything, watching you paint for hours on end was the coolest thing to him because how could someone have that much patience? He’d never admit it though. And now here you both are, having a painting session in your room to prove to him it’s not as easy as he thinks.

Grabbing the now freed white paint you add a small glob of it to your palette, mixing the specific color you needed. You both have already been painting for almost an hour. It’s Saturday and you didn’t have anything better to do. Before you both started, you’d searched Pinterest for painting ideas. Scrolling through various cartoon characters, Bakugou settles on painting a simple white skull against a black background. The reference is such a him choice. You chose yours a little while after him but refused to tell him your idea. He rolled his eyes and started sketching on the small canvas you’d given him, occasionally asking you if his proportions were accurate.

You both had fallen into a quiet peace. The windows drawn to let the last bits of sun in. The soft sounds of your music thrumming through your small speaker. The slosh of water being dirtied up in solo cups as Bakugou cleans his brush. Just all around good vibes and harmless bickering here and there. You swear you’ve never seen him so relaxed, other than the time he fell asleep while you were drawing him. You look up from your canvas and catch a glimpse of Bakugou’s face. Trimmed eyebrows pinched together in a stare of pure concentration, his lips slightly tucked in as he works on the details of the skull.

His painting technique is quite impressive. Understandably not to your level, but if he took art seriously he could be one hell of an artist. The way he changes the pressure of his grip when outlining the teeth of the skull has you eyeing his piece in astonishment. Where the hell did he learn that from?

“You gonna keep starin’ at my shit or are you actually gonna give your input.” Your gaze lifts from his painting to him. You give a slightly confused look.

“Wait what.”

“Asked if I was doing this line stuff right but you looked lost as hell. Told you to leave that dope alone.” You roll your eyes.

“Ya mama. And yeah you’re doing it right. Just don’t make em too thick.” He side eyes you so hard you’re sure his eyes are about to roll out of his head.

“You’re lucky I’m goin’ to therapy.”

“Aren’t we all.” You give a brief chuckle and continue to work on your painting. The light pink background against the chosen figures ties the whole piece together. A particular song plays from the shuffle queue of your music library. It’s one that you and Bakugou both know. You quietly hum along, bobbing your head. Your ears pick up a rather deep tremor that joins your humming. He’s humming along too, eyes laser focused on his work. In the most non-corny way possible, you try to harmonize with him, doing decent until you miss a note halfway through. He makes sure you’re aware he noticed.

“Stick to art.” He snickers, shoulders softly shaking.

“Mind your business.”

“I’ll do what I wanna do.” He retorts. He’s so sassy and for what.

Another couple hours pass and you’ve both finished your paintings. Katsuki lifts his painted skull with pride, his ego through the roof. It’s actually a pretty solid painting. Albeit, simple, but not bad at all.

“Goddamn Kats, you didn’t do half bad.” You chide with a grin.

“Damn right. Told you this shit’s easy. Just gotta get over gettin stuck in the details.”

“That’s funny because you asked for my help with line work but go off I guess.”

“You’re just a resource. Gotta use what I can to get where I need to be.”

“Damnnn ouch. That’s all I am to you? Katsuki I’m hurt.” You feign heartbreak as you dramatically hold your hand over your heart.

“Idiot. You gonna show me what you ended up paintin’ or not?” You nod, grabbing your canvas and flipping it over to show him your piece.

His eyes are met with an image of two bears, one white, one brown. Their cheeks are smushed together in some sort of side hug. The brown bear does not look amused. He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

“You really love cutesy shit don’t you?”

You shrug. “Not my fault the Pinterest bears were cute. Stay mad but I’m in my bag.”

“The fuck’s that even mean-”

“Shhh you’re being a hater right now.” He shakes his head as he chuckles deeply, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Yeah you’re really lucky I’m in therapy.” You laugh with him and reach for his painting that he left on the ground.

“You gonna leave this behind after you worked so hard on it?” You question. He shrugs.

“Don’t really got a place for it. I ain’t really into displaying things like you. You keep it or something.” You hold onto both paintings as he announces his departure to his room.

The next morning, he wakes up and starts his usual routine. Shower, brushing his teeth and skincare. The shuffle of his house shoes fills the quiet of the halls as he journeys to your room to make sure you’re up to go on your Sunday morning run together. He knocks once, twice and gets no reply. He jiggles the doorknob and he finds it unlocked, meaning you’re probably not inside. He opens your door and looks around to find no you. But what he does find makes his face go warm. There on the wall adjacent to the door, hangs his skull painting right next to yours. A ghost of a smile graces his lips as he shakes his head, closing the door to your room to go and grab you for your run.

bonus: the paintings y’all made

Bakugou’s:

Yours: *optional*

fun fact this is actually a painting I made a few months ago😭

[sleepy-crypt1d]

i'm gonna be autistic about borderlands for a sec, everyone stay with me okay

i do not understand why the borderlands games try to make moxxi so important to jack, i dont get it, genuinely it doesn't make sense

so, spoilers for BL2, the pre-sequel, tales from the borderlands, and BL3 moxxi's heist- the general info you need is that jack and moxxi canonically dated for a period of time between the first game and TPS, how long this was we arent sure but we can make a guess that at the VERY most it was less then six months of them being together

we can piece this together by the vague timeline of TPS happening about a year or less after the first game

(this is estimated by the fact that Athena said she worked with jack five years ago, meaning TPS happened five years ago by the time the second game takes place and five years is also the amount of time that's passed between the first and the second game so- TPS took place in a very short few month period after the first game)

now we know that they couldn't have been together for long because moxxi was together with BOTH mordecai AND jack during this only a few month period of time between games- this is confirmed in a line of dialogue from BL2 where mordecai says moxxi left him for jack at the end of BL1 but then in TPS moxxi and jack are already broken up, which means they could have only been together for a few months for the timeline of five years to make sense! at the VERY most they were together for like, three months or even just a few weeks. all that matters is that it was not very long

in BL2 there's also a line about jack destroying moxxi's fighting dome because he thought she cheated on him, which is a thing he does AS handsome jack not as the normal dude jack he was when they broke up, the reason for which is still unknown but we know it was Vaguely Messy which is like whatever, sure, that sorta makes sense for him to do but what DOESN'T is the games trying to convince you that jack is in love with her.

okay you still following? cool

in TPS jack is visibly uncomfortable around moxxi and doesn't like working with her, even going as far as asking her to stop calling him 'sugar' a request she just, ignores and continues doing anyway, also during TPS is when jack gets together with nisha, his canon girlfriend he's had through the five years between BL1 and BL2. jack is INSANELY in love with nisha, we see this in the after credits art of both TPS and BL2 same with the way he talks to her/about her in TPS and in outside game material where he literally stutters when talking about her AND in the way he proudly displays her hat in his office in TFTBL alongside his most prized possessions.

he LOVES his woman with his entire heart, he gave her a whole town to prove it!! nisha is his everything outside of hyperion so, tell me, PLEASE why BL3 tried to tell us that jack was still in love with moxxi? because i do not get it at all

what im talking about here is 1. in moxxi's heist timothy is in love with moxxi, this is made canon in TPS where he fumbles through trying to flirt with her and in the heist dlc this is brought up again and timothy has a line about how jack asked moxxi on a date during his reign as handsome jack and sent timothy to go as him because he was busy but like, why would he do that? we know that jack is insane about nisha why would he then?? ask his ex that he visibly hates on a date??? and then 2. they added a fucking painting of her in his office in the casino.

i do not even know where to begin on how much i hate that detail

when you get to jack's office in the casino there are two paintings you find, one is of angel- makes sense, is his daughter who he loves even if he is really bad at it, it's the same as him having the picture of her in his office on helios, he loves his daughter, a painting of her being here is in line with everything else!! plus it's really pretty and i like it

then across from that is a painting of moxxi, which makes no fucking sense!!! why isn't it nisha!! it SHOULD be nisha!! the woman he is CURRENTLY TOGETHER WITH AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH????

i have DETESTED this detail since i first played the dlc, as much i love moxxi's heist and credit it as my favorite borderlands dlc the whole 'moxxi is jack's true love' thing makes me so confused?? they dated for MAYBE three months between BL1 and TPS and then he got into a five year long committed relationship that is never properly explored in the games and then the devs have the gall to say they wish they had done more with nisha like!!! good news you still could have!! but you didn't

anyways, i apologize for this, it has just been bothering me for months and i had to get it out and see if anyone else had noticed this and was bothered by it?? because it makes me go a little insane every time i think about it

then again maybe the character writing in BL3 is just bad

[seumyo]

(1) HAIII EUMY !! ouh goodness… prepare for all tha rambles for m’ requests… a little birdie ( you teehee ) told me u liked readin’ em so i have come to deliver YIPEEE !! <3 omigoodness i feel bad for doing two… i know u said mooties can but !! </3 PWEASE DONT OVERWORK YOURSELF !! take all of da time in tha world !! and fank yous for letting me participate m’ angel !! <3 🍓

oki so !! dis one sha’ll beee for kirene !! lene x kirishima !! <3

personality : i took tha 16personalities test just for this, it says im infj-t !! im quite shy but i open up around people im closest to. im extremely loyal, honest, and i prioritize being kind and considerate to everyone !!

hobbies/interests : figure & manga collecting, baking, art, writing, and making cute things on my phone ?? is that a hobby ?? like fun little letters and digital stuffs like photos and themed things if dat makes sense HELP !! also makeup, skincare, fashion, all of dat jazz !! :>

likes : cats & giraffes, anime, fruits basket, romance, food & pastries, reading, kind people, gold jewelry, pastels and pinks and reds, winter and fall, tulips and daisies, matcha, music, shopping, my best friend, tumblr !!

dislikes : rude/unkind people, … taylor swift… :<, needles, being tired, i dont have many dislikes i fear…

nationality : greek !! OPAAA ώπα ! 🇬🇷

how me n kiri met : the most basic answer in the entire exsistence of the world /j (we met at ua !! ) i met him when i wasn’t sure where to go & he ended up bringin’ me to class :>

dynamics : golden retriever guy x cat girl, outgoing x shy, “lets do this” girl x “ill follow you wherever you may need me” guy, strong caring bf x sweet girl… am i doing this right HEJEJDK

how we got together : over time we became closer friends and he was always very understanding that im a bit shy but he got me to open up more !! we had lil crushes on eachother that were so obvious. one day i had gotten a knock at my door and there he was with some pretty lil flowers for me, he told me it “wasnt manly for him to not confess” and he asked me to be his girlfriend !! :< of course i said yes and i have those pretty flowers pressed in a frame to remember <3

how we’d argue : to be honest, with him and bokuto i dont see much arguing ?? i feel like it’d be incredibly hard to argue with either of them in a true angry sense. if anything, with him it’d be a disagreement of me being worried (bur not refusing) him to go on a really dangerous mission and him just not understanding where im coming from… thats like a once in a lifetime thing though methinks and he apologized immediately :<

colors & song : oki so !! i made a lil moodboard of kirene a while ago and i know theres not much red on there but id say the main colors are : red, pink, and peach ( and white hehe ) and the song… ouh i fear i may have too many… take my breath away - berlin mayhaps ?? im not too sure for kiri IM SORRY !! here is da moodboard if it helps any <3

aesthetic : um… if the moodboard helps any… that !! sakura trees… downtown couple… yeagh T^T

oki !! dats mostly it !! will send da other one separately teehee !! MWUAHHHH !!

ᯓ★ KIRISHIMA + LENE!

★ The first time Kirishima Eijirou met you, he didn’t think much of it, but he was glad to have helped you find your class!

★ Now, we’re going to take a mini timeskip to before the actual relationship. He was having the dilemma of his entire life. He wasn’t sure if he should do it in person or if it’s better to just leave it by your door. Kirishima was convinced that he’ll do it personally because he believes it’s important that you see his sincerity with his intentions of courting you, so he shows up! Dressed all neatly for the occasion, but you’ll see his smile twitching out of nervousness as he hands you the flowers he bought (he had to do a community survey amongst your friends to really make sure that those were your favorites).

★ He admires your thoughtfulness and loves watching you do things you’re passionate about, often saying, “You’re even cuter when you’re focused!” Biggest hype man known to the planet and back. In his eyes, you could do no wrong. And he loves learning about your hobbies. Oh, you like to bake? Well, he isn’t a baker, but you’ll find him helping to prep the things you’ll need!

★ Genuinely smitten. If you made something for him, Kirishima always shows them off to the others, claiming, “This is what love looks like!” His friends are taking deep breaths because they know they’ll never hear anything else from him throughout the day.

★ He has the combo of all five love languages. Kirishima doesn’t need to be told what to do because he’s observant as is, often offering to carry heavy things for you or walk you to your dorm after late-night dates. He insists, “It’s only manly to look after my girlfriend!”

★ Kirishima enjoys planning little surprises for you, like taking you out to see winter lights or sneaking her favorite treats into your bag. He lives for the way your eyes light up when you realize what he did. Gives himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done.

★ He sometimes struggles to understand why you worry so much about his safety during missions. While he always reassures you that he’ll be fine, your concern makes him realize how much you care, and he makes an effort to check in with you afterward to ease your worries. If this man was even a bit reckless before, now that he has you, he takes a certain amount of precaution because he doesn’t want you to worry about him—and would want to come home to you in one piece.

★ Listens and never judges. He loves listening to you talk about your figure and manga collection. He doesn’t fully understand the appeal, but (hey, he also collects Crimson Riot’s merch, so that’s sort of the same thing) promises to help you find rare items. He once dragged Bakugou to a convention just to pick up an exclusive figure for you. Bakugou was not amused but respected the lengths Kirishima would go to.

★ You often go on shopping dates where you help Kirishima pick out clothes. He’s terrible at fashion but happily models whatever you pick, saying, “If you like it, then I’ll wear it!”

★ When you two are older and have a place of your own, he wants it decorated however you see fit because he trusts your taste and likes it. Kirishima also insists on adopting at least two cats, claiming, “Every hero needs a sidekick—or two!” A cat army is about to rise out of that statement.

★ Kirishima makes an effort to learn Greek whenever he’s not busy, so he could impress you and your family. Book the flight; this man is readying himself for what’s to come.

[squeiky]

writing my MetalChaos fic has given me a deeper appreciation of the art of the Sonic adventure games.

I'll be diving into it in my fic for sure- but there's a genuineness in the way Shadow and Chaos are so similar yet so incredibly tragic. (This applies to Maria and Tikal too)

Like everyone loves diving into Shadow's lore and traumas and stuff- but have we ever stopped to consider that Chaos might actually have that as well?

We have these two incredibly kind and loving people- who simply want peace (Tikal) and protectcs the vunerable and weak (Chaos). They just want happiness, peace and safety.

Then, imagine your own FATHER (yikes parental issues!) decides that the best way for peace is actual war. and this girl.. is incredibly brave, and heroic.

She stands up to her father multiple times- requests and talks to the literal master emerald and manages to get its assistance- She continues to protect the chao and the master emerald in front of her father's soliders(?) She does everything she can think of to save people-

and in the end she and the group of chao get smacked down by these guys.

The last we see then is where the world is coated in RED. They're in the middle of an actual WAR! you can hear her desperation and worry with how much she's begging- and rushing- and trying her hardest.

and MAN is it tragic. To see her hit the floor with the COMPLETE BETRAYAL due to her OWN FATHERS greed.

and then we sit there and watch CHAOS- the peaceful. the docile. the PROTECTOR, the kind and gentle being who protects the weak and vulnerable. On top of the altar (that man is OUT of the water. War is waging and he is NOT happy) only to see his freinds and the chao he had sworn to protect on the floor- with an army of soilders charging towards the master emerald-

and the last thing he hears before sending them all away to god-knows-where? "ah! a monster!"

What. the. actual. fuck.

you spend your life just caring for others and protecting those in need. These innocent cute looking creatures and you their #1 caretaker. You are in the middle of a war and out of your comfort zone (pond) and are faced with the troubling situation of having possibly thousands of those cute adorable creatures- and innocent people getting attacked, hurt, killed, and all because of some greedy ass bastards. Then the last thing you see- is a charging army, and those exact chao on the ground AND your freind. Your too late. you couldn't protect them. to do the one thing you were supposed to do. Then your attacked by those same exact soilders..

and then some fucker has the audacity to call YOU the monster???

then you get put in the master emerald or something for like hundreds of years- not 50 years (im looking at you shadow) BUT SINCE ANCIENT TIMES-

like I would be PISSED. I would be incredibly also SAD. This guy held a MAJOR grudge- for THOUSANDS OF YEARS- OF COURSE HE'S ANGRY OF COURSE HES GRIEVING. This guy was freed by eggman- and you know the FIRST CUTSCENE we see of this guy- Is him getting attacked by the goddamn POLICE (cause GUN didnt exist yeah- he even jumps down from a rooftop all dramatic too)

like has anyone ever thought to consider that chaos might have.. feelings? that y'know maybe the guy was grieving? that maybe he (like shadow) took it out of some random city because the first thing he was faced with was aggression?

Somebody made a prophecy of him fighting sonic- and somebody started calling him the "god of destruction" when like.. his entire self is the complete opposite of that. Who thought he would be okay with having his own legacy be at a time he was grieving? Who called him that at a time where that battle hasn't even happened yet.

(this is like if you, a historical being, came back to life- and the historians only know about the times you were having a mid-life crisis (or worse.) like just imagine that. This is blobfish-name levels of wtf. Put that man back underwater!! Stop naming things based on a creatures worst-moments of their life. I feel bad for blobfish.)

He was angry, he was sad, he was grieving. He's noted as being a kind and gentle soul- do you think a kind and gentle soul would immediately decided to trash an entire city? no! That guy was going through something. of course he was he still in WAR mode- and that was only furthered by being constantly ATTACKED.

Tikal said "were these the chao you were trying to protect?" and like that just hits it home that Chaos is just... going through some shit and sometimes when your really powerful- you going through shit means everybody else got too.

but yknow he's not as popular so who am I going to vent this too??? Who can I go "hey SA1&Sa2 are very paralleled and have a lot of similarities and one of those happens to be that maybe- just maybe Chaos (and Tikal) might actually be a bit traumatized. Yet he has no way of communicating that other than destruction."

also Tikal is very much a hero and should be assigned as such because this girl is incredible. She deserves lots of love for her efforts. Girl sacrificed so much to bring peace and like... she didn't deserve to have such a shitty parent.

[animeomegas]

Oh my god Im not sure if you have written this before, but Royal AU headcanons where (sasuke, neji, shino, naruto, and itachi) are super scared to meet emperor/empress alpha after finding out they’re engaged, but the alpha takes the omega out on a date and it’s super cute and now they are excited to get married ?

Cute request! So, I decided to write the moments each of them figured out that their royal future spouse wasn't as bad as they were worried about :D

I didn't do them all because it got a bit long, hope that's okay!

Sasuke:

"So, what hobbies do you enjoy?" you asked lightly, taking a sip of your tea.

This was it. This was when you were going to realise that Sasuke wasn't the perfect little cookie cutter mate that you might expect from a family like his. He didn't care though; he was going to be himself no matter how much shit you gave him for it. No alpha was going to control him.

"I like training with swords," Sasuke said, voice firm and with a hint of a challenge in it. He looked you dead in the eyes as he spoke, watching your reaction. "Although any kind of blade is something I enjoy as well."

Sasuke wasn't expecting you to brighten.

"That's great!" you said. "I was asking to see if I needed to bring any new hobby things in to the palace before our wedding, but the palace already has a state of the art training facility with plenty of weapons and grounds to practice."

Sasuke blinked at you. Was this a joke?

"And hey, I used to train with swords as a kid, it would be fun to spar, if you're okay with that."

"You... want to spar... with me?" Sasuke felt like his brain was malfunctioning. Were you really okay with his 'alpha' hobbies?

"If you're okay with that," you rushed to say. "And I doubt I'd put up much of a fight if you've been training a lot, but it could still be fun anyway!"

You not only seemed to have no problem with his hobbies, but you wanted to do them with him...and you admitted that Sasuke would probably beat you with no hurt ego...

"Hnn," Sasuke agreed, embarrassed. He picked up his tea cup to give himself something to do.

Maybe... maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

Neji:

"This is the final date before your wedding," one of his family's elders whispered in his ear, tightly gripping onto his shoulder. Neji didn't give him the satisfaction of flinching though; he was more than used it. "If you mess this up, I can guarantee you will regret it."

Neji kept his face impassive. He'd heard this speech four times since this morning. So far, he'd only met his future alpha in group settings but today would just be them (and a chaperone of course.)

"You're hurting him."

A voice suddenly interrupted them. It was your voice, coming from the doorway where you had appeared as if by magic.

The elder let go of Neji as though he were burning, laughing awkwardly. Neji rolled his shoulder gently, encouraging blood flow where it had been cut off by the tight grip.

"Ah, my apologies, sometimes I forget my own strength," he laughed nervously. "It comes with old age."

You only hummed, clearly unimpressed, but you let the matter drop and turned your attention to him.

"Come darling, let's not delay our date any longer," you smiled at him and held out your arm for him to take. "I'm most anxious to give you your gifts."

"Gifts?" Neji asked bashfully, walking with you and away from the elder.

"Yes, after our discussion last time on the books you wanted to read but that your family did not allow, I took the liberty of ordering them for you," you spoke easily, as though you weren't shattering his whole entire life into pieces in the best possible way. He didn't want that life anyway, he would hardly mourn for it.

"You didn't have to do that," Neji said politely, trying to keep his strong emotions off of his face.

"Of course I did," you denied, squeezing his arm in yours lightly. "You are to be my husband, spoiling you is my job. Now then, how would you feel about a stroll in he gardens?"

Yes, Neji thought, following you into the gardens, his old life could shatter, because for once, he was looking forward to the future.

Naruto:

"How are you enjoying the boat ride?" you asked him, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh! Yes, it's great! Thank you for taking me!" Naruto wasn't lying, the lake was truly gorgeous, but he had to admit his mind was elsewhere.

Before arriving, he'd been worrying nonstop about meeting you and making a good impression, but the journey here had made him realise how far from home he was going to be... Would he be lonely here without his friends? How often would you let them visit before you had enough?

"What's on your mind, Naruto?" you asked softly, taking his hands. "If you don't like the boat, it's no big deal, we can head back and spend the afternoon doing something else."

"No... it's..." Naruto hesitated. He could feel his etiquette teaching crying at what he was about to ask. "When I move in here..."

"Yes?"

"When can my old friends come to visit?"

You blinked at him as though you found his question confusing.

"What? It will be your home too, Naruto. You can invite whoever you want, whenever you want, as long as you let the guards and staff know in advance so they can prepare."

"Really?" Naruto asked, feeling his heart swell.

"Yes, of course! As long as you avoid massive parties close to other big events, there's no problem with you having guests."

Naruto grinned and, again hearing his etiquette teacher crying in his mind, threw himself at you for a hug. The boat rocked slightly at the movement, but you caught him easily, and although you seemed shocked for a moment, hugged him back before long.

He really had the best future alpha ever!

[dabilovesme]

omg can i send a request fav moot <3 deku x black!reader who’s taller than him please i need tall black reader with big hands and everything 😩😩 only if u want to ofc

A/n:YESSS, I HOPE YALL KNOW BASICALLY ALL MY Y/N’S ARE IMAGINED AS TALL CUZ IM 5’9

Anyways wish granted 🧚🏾‍♀️

-He’s head over heals for you

-He loves that you’re taller than him because it’s like you’re a literal goddess walking on earth

-As you walk he loves the sway of your full wide hips sway,the deep curves your body has on display for everyone to enjoy but only for him to have, you’re jus a bad ass stallion

- your style? Top tier. It’s like a New York fashion girl, ripped tights hugging your thick thighs,mini skirt hugging your wide hips, mini leg warmers that rematches with your hand warmers, a fitted croptop hugging your curves, with sweater containing unique designs on it, even your boots are cute and izuku loves when you wear em cuz it gives you extra height (nigga real live be ready to dick you down anywhere istg)

-You fuckin love your height n body but Izuku knows that you get a lil insecure bout your height sometimes, make you feel “less feminine” since the standard is short n skinny, but If izuku even hear you say sumn negative about yourself, oh honey it’s goin down. He’s gonna fuck you up. Your long thick legs wrapped around his waist, he’s holding you up with his scarred hands, he leads y’all to the bedroom floor and put you on all fours, and fuck you in front of the mirror and he’s gonna make sure you watch yourself the entire time, his scarred hands will be wrapped in your long beautiful braids n he’s gonna keep your head up for you

-yo ass will be struggling to walk the next mornin, he did dat one for all hit on yo ass

-he likes to go on nature walks with you to watch waterfalls and take notes of the beautiful and mystical things y’all may come across , one time y’all came across this stunning deer and izuku took several photos of you petting it truly magical. Y’all also like to go to art museums, walking around and lookin at old n creative art, ‘zuku didn’t really care for art museums till he met you, when y’all first went to one together, he not only was viewing the art displayed on the walls but he stopped for a second and actually examined your alluring figure, he started off by looking at your light blonde bohemian braids that travels all the way down to your phat ass,he examined all of your jewelry that you were wearing, he started to focus on your beautiful side profile, your features were softened while you were looking at the art, he honestly never thought he’d fall in love so quick, but he did and doesn’t regret it one bit.

-he LOVES cooking with you…..well more like loves watching you cook. Since you guys are from two completely different cultures, he doesn’t know how to make soul food, his ass barely knows how to make his own cultural food. He takes notes as you season the chicken or making baked mac n cheese, he’s taking notes so that he can cook for you, but for now he cleans up everything for you which you tell him he doesn’t have to but he wants to feel useful and help the love of his life.

- he likes to show you off to everyone cuz he know everyone wants you, you’re stunning,got killer curves, tall, n thick, who wouldn’t want you. Even Ochako tried slidin in yo dms, she wanted a piece of dat ass. Izuku is just happy to have you in his life and is ready to love you forever<3

HEY BITCHES, A BITCH IS BACKKK AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH THIS REQUEST SEVERAL WEEKS AGO BUT YK PROCRASTINATION 💀 SORRY THAT IT AINT THAT LONG

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[angry-geese]

if you are taking requests, may i make one? Toji is so fucking sexy, his presence makes me wet. so can you write something about Toji and his student? obviously she is 18+ but maybe something like them having private sessions and how it gradually leads to Toji fingering her and giving her a head? she has never had indulged in any sexual stuff.

p.s.: i came from your toji account and read that you take requests here. am i right? i really liked your writing and accounts in general.

YESSS im such a simp for professor!toji omg. im so sorry this took me a bit longer to finish but its a bit lengthier than what i typically write for requests so i hope that makes up for it lol

Introspection

Toji Fushiguro x reader

Warnings: nsfw/mdni. shameless smut, teacher/student, age gap (reader is in their mid twenties, toji is implied to be in his late thirties/early forties), dilf toji, fingering, oral (fem receiving), office sex/semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, unprotected sex, pet names (use of princess/good girl/my girl). mentions of smoking and alcohol use. fem reader.

a/n: i got kind of invested in writing professor!toji so sorry again for the length. i apologize in advance for my poor description of college life lol

Word count: 5.8k

jjk masterlist

“You should really put yourself out there more.” Shoko says.

“I’ll have to pass,” you say, “and move, you’re getting ashes in my bed.”

“I wouldn't be getting ashes in your bed if you got out of it.” Says Shoko, snubbing out her cigarette and leaving it in the bottom of the ash tray.

With a grunt, you push yourself up from your place on the bed. Maybe she’s right. But that’s something to worry about another day. At the moment, you need to shower. Shoko stands behind you as you brush your teeth, leaning against the doorframe.

“Download Tinder,” she says, “or I could hook you up with someone.”

“I think a distraction is the last thing I need right now,” you say, “this class is kicking my ass. You know the new guy- Professor Fushiguro?”

“Is he the 19th century history guy, or the art one?”

“Art one.” You say. “He’s a real prick. I’m so close to failing his class.”

She laughs. “It's art- don't you get a grade from just showing up? How hard can it be?”

“You’d be surprised.” You say. “Now get out- I’ve gotta shower.”

“Fine,” she says, “I’ve gotta go meet up with Gojo anyway.”

Eventually you do take your roommate’s advice, and download Tinder.

Online dating never struck you as something you’d enjoy. Dating in general is a topic you generally avoid. Your mother often asks when you’re going to finally get married and settle down. You tell her you’re too focused on your career to worry about it. For a while she took that as an answer, but the closer you get to graduation, the more incessant her questions become. Sure, you’ve had boyfriends in the past. Mostly in high school, and most of them you’d break up with after Valentine’s day. Online dating seemed like that, only with extra steps. It always felt so complicated. You've heard plenty of horror stories- usually from Shoko. That alone was enough to sate your curiosity for such a thing.

Most of your morning is spent trying to make a profile; choosing nice pictures of yourself and writing a bio that doesn't make you sound like a serial killer. You figure you’ll get Shoko’s opinion on it when she gets back. She seems to have a better grasp on these things. This sort of thing is new territory to you. You're still not sure what you want out of it- be that a hookup, or something else entirely. The thought of bringing someone back to your apartment is daunting enough, and the thought of spending the night in some stranger’s apartment is outright terrifying. You figure that's a bridge you’ll cross when you get to it, and you’ll simply do what feels right.

It's well into the afternoon when Shoko gets back from Gojo’s. You hardly hear the door open, only the sound of keys being tossed on the counter.

“I brought wine,” Shoko’s voice echoes through the apartment.

Your response is only a grunt. A moment later her head pops through the crack in your door. Shoko. She flops across the end of the bed, pressing a wine glass into your hand. You take small sips of the thin, tart liquid.

“This is stressful,” you say. “So I just… go off of this”

“I think of it like a video game,” she says, “the free dinner is just a plus. Don't- don't swipe right on that guy, I don't like his vibe. Why’d you set your age range so high?”

“I did?”

“Yeah, he’s like forty.”

“How do I fix that?”

“Go into your-”

While she explains that, you swipe through a few more profiles. Eventually she must figure out you aren't listening, and stops talking.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the photo. He's rather handsome, albeit a bit too old for you. And he’s got a kid- a boy, maybe eight or ten, who’s in one of his photos. He’s definitely his, the two are carbon copies of each other. He doesn't look like he could be in middle school yet. His bio is nothing out of the ordinary. Something about him is so oddly familiar, but you can’t quite place why.

The rest doesn't click until you read the name.

Toji- Fushiguro Toji? Generally everyone refers to him by his surname. You remember hearing his first name somewhere, but, since nobody uses it, it's long slipped to the back of your mind.

He looks so strange when he’s dressed casually. Something about it is… off putting. Like you’re looking at something you shouldn't.

“Oh my god-” the words spill past your lips before you can stop them. Shoko’s on you in an instant, peering over your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” she echoes. “Oh my god it's him! Swipe-”

“No,” you say, “no fucking way. There's no way in hell-”

Shoko reaches down to swipe right for you.

You don't know what's worse: Shoko swiping right, or the fact that he must swipe right back.

He doesn't block you instantly as you expected him to. That would be less embarrassing than watching him type. Each minute that passes leaves you more on edge. You want nothing more than to get up, and walk around, but your eyes remain stuck on your phone.

He only sends one message. And it's so long, your eyes only gloss over it at first.

“Well… out of respect for you, and a need to remain professional, I’ll have to block you, but before I do so, I’ll take this opportunity to tell you your grade for this most recent project: 78%. If you have any more questions, please direct them to me through my email, or ask me after class.”

Shoko, still reading the message over your shoulder, only laughs and says “shit”

You drain the last of your wine, reaching for the bottle to fill your glass again. It's almost empty. Did you really drink that much? The alcohol leaves you feeling ill. Or maybe it's your nerves.

“What was the project?” Shoko asks.

You can't tell if she’s trying to mock you, or genuinely curious. Either way, you ignore her question.

“He’s going to kill me.” You say.

“You? Nah,” she says, “If I had to guess, he's going to try to forget this ever happened."

“I'm just gonna go to bed,” you say.

…

You’re not looking forward to class in the morning.

If it's any consolation, there's only two lectures today. His, and a creative writing class that had been canceled at the last moment. The professor for that class failed to email everyone, and you only found out it was cancelled because of a note on the door. Not wanting to head home—having to come back again in an hour anyway—you decided to kill time in the library. Your plan was to get some homework done, thinking the quiet would help you focus. It seemed to do the opposite. No matter how hard you tried, your mind would find ways to wander.

When the time does roll around, you find yourself unable to move from your seat. Maybe it's best if you skip his class today. Maybe later you'll shoot him an email saying you were sick. Eventually you do convince yourself to go. You figure the blow to your grade is worth more than your pride.

The class itself ends up being nothing of note. Maybe it's to spare your last shred of dignity. Maybe it's the universe taking pity on you. He pays you no mind as he goes through the lecture.

"I'm ending class a bit early today," he says, "my son is sick and his babysitter couldn't come in today,

"Though I'm sure the rest of you are more worried about the homework; there is none today simply because I don't feel like grading it,

"That is all." He says.

It's still too early to catch the bus back to your apartment, and you didn't drive today. If you leave now, you'll have to wait an hour out at the transit stop. You could take the train.

“Not you,” he says, motioning at you, “I need to speak with you.”

The contents of your stomach feel like they’ve turned into cement. It's another moment before you move, and when you do, you almost consider acting like you didn't hear him. You scoop your books into your bag, hauling it over your shoulder.

You join him in his office, leaving the door open. He sits, but you—unsure of what else to do—remain standing.

“This isn't about the Tinder thing is it?” You ask. And for a moment you regret not keeping your mouth shut.

“No- honestly I was going to pretend that never happened,” he says, “I wanted to talk to you about your grade. Your take on this piece is refreshing, but your execution is… lackluster,

“You’re quite a pleasure to teach—granted that's when you’re not hungover—but your work… I’ve seen the things you're capable of. It's clear you’re putting in the work- you’ve been to nearly every lecture and outside activity I’ve had this year. The last thing I want to do is disrespect your work as my student, but I know you can do better. I'm giving you until the next lecture on Friday to redo this."

"But a 70 isn't a failing grade." You say. Why do you have to redo it?!

"Your grade in this class is a 69."

Don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice'

"Now if your only goal is to pass, then redoing this project should bring you up to a 71." He says. "Combined with the extra credit should put you at about 73."

That? You weren't planning to do that… You guess you'll have to now. For a class that bases most of its grade off of participation, it's sure kicking you in the ass.

"The semester is hardly over,” he says, “there's still time to fix your grade. Finish those two assignments and I'll see what I can do about fixing your grade,

"And if I'm not being too forward, may I ask you to never bring up the Tinder incident again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." You say.

But beneath your calm demeanor, he can see something darker. Maybe a flicker of anger, or spite. That mind of yours is a double edged sword.

You hardly realize how close your faces have gotten. His eyes find yours, taking in every line and curve of your face.

Toji is not certain of many things, but he knows this conversation is going to come back to bite him in the ass.

When Friday does eventually roll around, you are hardly prepared for it. Your project—along with the extra credit—you manage to finish early. That doesn't stop you from holding onto both works until class rolls around. You're certain he'll take one look at it, and either fail you, or give you a passing grade. Just as long as he doesn't have another talk with you…

Later that night you receive an email from him. All it says is "I have a few things to discuss with you."

It's not until the following Monday you see him again. There's no lecture, but his office is open. Through the cracks in the blinds, light is visible. The door is slightly ajar, though you still knock. He nods, silently acknowledging your presence.

"You said I should come see you," you say.

He doesn't look up from his papers as he says "come in" followed by a "please close the door behind you"

You do as you're told, standing awkwardly at his desk, hands folded in front of you.

"How's your son?" You ask. Making small talk feels more bearable than silence.

"He's doing better." He says. "Please, sit. I had a few things I wanted to discuss with you about the project,

"It certainly was… different,

"Of course I expected nothing less from you. However I noticed something with your most recent piece. Well, I should say your work in general,

"I've noticed this pattern with you. You have a habit of latching onto a subject and running with it. I often see this same theme in your work, yet I can never quite place it,

"I think you made this provocative on purpose," he says, "I think you wanted a reaction from me."

You're silent for a moment, before asking "did it work?"

He sighs, and pushes back from his desk. "Yes, unfortunately," he says, "you've got my attention. Now what is it you want?"

"You," you say. And the both of you are surprised by your sudden boldness. Though you're not meek, such a forward action is uncharacteristic of you.

His mouth opens as if he has something to say. What you don't expect is his lips to crash against yours. The kiss he pulls you into is surprisingly gentle, yet full of need. You scramble for purchase against him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The heady scent of his cologne makes you feel drunk. There's something intoxicating about his touch. How gentle, yet rough it can be.

He doesn't stop you as your hands trail lower. Soon your hands find his belt- not undoing it, simply fiddling with the metal clasp. His cock twitches under your touch; soft, and needy. Your hands are so small compared to his. It's rare times like these that he lets his thoughts wander. He can't help but wonder how they’d feel wrapped around his cock.

But the open blinds keep him from acting on this. He sincerely doubts anyone is going to walk in. Most send an email before they do- it's only common courtesy.

Eventually you do have to pull away. You’re out of breath, and so is he.

"Is this how you expect me to get my grade up?" You say. "Is this my extra credit?"

He pauses, pulling away. His sudden change of expression makes you uneasy.

“I may be an asshole, but even I have my limits,” he says, “taking advantage of one of my students like that is unacceptable. Don't think today’s incident will get you any favorable treatment,

“I will have your work from today graded and returned to you tomorrow morning,

“Is there anything else?” He asks.

“Yeah- what canvas size do I need for the next project?”

…

Shoko is home early for once. Maybe she doesn't have work. It's hard to tell. She lays sprawled across the couch, phone in hand, ignoring the tv that plays in the background.

She says a soft “hey” when she hears the door shut. “What have you been up to?” She asks.

“Class.” You say. “Had to talk with that guy about getting my grade up.”

She lowers her phone enough to peer over the top of it.

“Your lipstick is smeared,” Shoko says.

Your hand moves to cover your mouth. “Shit! Is it really?”

Slowly she pushes herself up from her spot on the couch. “Yeah. Who the fuck did that?”

“Gojo.” You say the first name that comes to mind.

“Satoru can't keep his mouth shut. Half of this town would know by now if you did.” She says. “Who was it really?”

“Professor Fushiguro.”

Shoko’s mouth opens as if she has something to say. Her phone falls discarded into her lap. For the first time since you’ve known her, she seems genuinely speechless.

“Ieiri say something.” You say.

“I- are we- we’re talking about the same Fushiguro, right?” She asks. “You…”

“We didn't do… anything.” You say. “It was just a kiss.”

“Still-” she says, “you made out with fucking Fushiguro?!”

“The thing is… we didn't do anything.” You say.

“Does he know you're a virgin?”

“Jesus Ieiri,” you say, “how do you know that?”

“I’ve lived with you for like three years and you’ve never brought a guy home.” She says. “Did you tell him or not?”

“No.” You say. “The thing is, we didn't do anything. We kissed, and then he changed the subject, and I left.”

“That's boring.” She says. “Please tell me you’re going to call him back.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don't,” she says, “I just think this is entertaining,

“By the way- I’m staying at my parents place for the weekend,” she says, “so don't get yourself locked out again cause I won't be around to let you in.”

…

It's not until the next lecture on Wednesday that you see Toji again. For once, you’re early; one of the first to class, and one of the last to leave. You stay a little later than normal, waiting for the others to file out of the room.

“y/n, can I help you with something?” He asks.

"I need help with this project. I wanted a second opinion on it." You say.

“Of course. Come into my office.” He says. “Please close the door behind you.”

There's a soft click as the door latches behind you.

This time you’re the first to initiate the kiss. Toji meets your movements with equal force. What you're not expecting is his tongue to meet yours, the strong muscle prodding into your mouth. You may have been the one to initiate it, but he’s the one leading it.

“You’re trembling,” he says. His hand moves to rest on your neck- not applying any force, it's more of a protective gesture. “You’ve had this day in mind for a while, haven't you?”

Whether it's on purpose, or on instinct, your body freezes.

“I’ve looked at your attendance records. My class is one of the only ones you regularly attend. Though it's rare that you sit in the front, or even ask questions, it's clear you’re attentive. Whether or not you use this talent for good is up for debate, but that's besides the point,

“It seems you’ve noticed me. And I have certainly noticed you,

“I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. If you're not, that's absolutely fine. Just say the word and this will never come up again."

"I want to," you say, "I've just… never done something like this before."

His eyes narrow.

"Take some time to think about it," he says, "there's no need to rush into such things,

“We are both adults- we can both make that decision. However, on my part it would be extremely unprofessional. And if it were to be discovered, doing such a thing could hurt your reputation.”

“Fushiguro-”

“Just Toji,” he says.

The rough pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone. You find yourself leaning into his touch. His body is so warm, and he just smells so nice.

“I’ve had time to think about it,” you say, “and I want this. I want you.”

Toji swallows hard. Though his composure is mostly calm, his desire threatens to crack through that mask of his.

“I want you to… show me how to do this,” you say, “I want you to be the one to do it.” There’s no hiding the way you blush. Asking him for such a thing feels lewd. But there's something about the inherent wrongness of it that makes it more appealing.

He hikes you up to sit on his desk. The sudden weightlessness makes you gasp. Your arms scramble for purchase against his much larger form, eventually finding their place wrapped around his neck. You part your legs just enough to give him room to stand between them. You shudder as his hand trails up your thigh. You’re glad you chose not to wear tights today. He lets out a hum of approval as his fingers find your slick cunt. You’re so wet already…

“What do you want me to show you?” He asks.

“I just want you to touch me,” you say.

There’s no stopping the moan that escapes you as his rough fingers brush across your clit. Your hand moves to cover your mouth, to help stifle the soft moans that spill past your lips.

A smug “oh” leaves him, followed by a “is that sensitive?”

He's taking his time toying with you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, letting you sit on that edge but never falling down the other side.

The feeling as his fingers press into you is a whole different type of pleasure. Just the one at first, then a second. There's little resistance as he presses into you—you’re wet enough that you’re practically dripping down his hand—but it does sting a bit. It's a pleasant stretch, and you can hardly call it painful. His eyes seem to darken as you clench around his fingers, silently begging for more.

“Shit- you're tight,” he says, “gotta prep you first.”

“What are you-” you’re hardly able to get your words out as he’s getting on his knees, pressing a chaste kiss to your thigh. Your hands find his hair, tangling in his dark locks, prompting a soft grunt from him. Though his lips are firmly latched to your thigh, muffling any noise he is making. He's… marking you. Leaving dark hickeys on the inner parts of your thighs, where only he can see them.

He licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue barely grazing your swollen nub on the way. His fingers are digging into your hips so hard you're certain they’ll bruise in the morning. You’re trying your best to stay quiet and failing. It's hardly your fault his mouth feels so good. The only noises aside from your own hushed moans, are the sounds of a man very content with what he’s doing. He latches onto the bundle of nerves, lapping and sucking like a man starved.

It's hard to say just what sends you over the edge, but between the torture of his tongue, and his fingers pressing against your sweet spot, you’re amazed you’ve lasted this long. When you do finally cum, you cum hard, clamping your thighs around his head and squirming once overstimulation registers in your lust-addled mind. It's not until you’re pushing his head away from your swollen clit that he gives in, allowing you a moment to rest.

A knock at the door causes you to nearly leap out of your skin. Toji moves back to rest his head on your thigh. His soft breath tickles your skin.

“I suppose we’ll have to continue this another time,” he says.

If he had a say in it, he’d fuck you over the desk here. You’re just too cute, sprawled across his desk like this, skirt bunched up around your waist showing off your slick cunt. Truly irresistible. He thinks he’d like the sight of you in his bed even better.

Embarrassed, your hands move to cover your face.

If you don't ask him now, you don't know if you’ll ever work up the courage to do it.

“How does coffee sound?” You ask. “There’s a new shop that opened up downtown- you know the one by the mall? I was thinking Saturday- I have the day off of work.”

He lets out a small, amused sounding huff. He was just two knuckles deep in your cunt and you’re asking him to coffee?

“That sounds nice.” He says.

When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on him.

…

It's raining again. It's not your alarm that wakes you, but thunder. The poor weather carried on all through the night, and well into the morning. Your plan to walk seems less and less like a good idea. This doesn't seem like weather you can wait out.

After an hour, the rain still hasn't let up, but canceling your plans is the last thing you want to do. Eventually you grit your teeth and bear the walk to the coffee shop.

Toji’s standing under the shelter of his umbrella, eyes glued to his phone. He’s worried about being seen with you- not that he’s embarrassed by your presence, but being seen with one of his students in a situation that can be perceived as romantic could harm your—if not both of your—reputations. But that worry is completely forgotten when you stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him- just a peck on the cheek. He almost looks surprised that you dared to do such a thing. Almost.

“Can we go inside before I catch a cold?” You ask.

Taking his hand in yours, you head inside.

You order two mochas- white chocolate; hot for him, iced for you. The barista takes down your orders and names. Toji pays, which you insist on doing at first, but he declines.

“Your dad seems so nice,” the barista comments.

Your mouth opens as if you have something to say, but you figure it best to keep quiet.

“She's uh… not my daughter,” he says. You’re hardly holding back a giggle.

“Oh,” she says, her tone of voice is sweet enough but the look in her eyes says she’s cringing internally, “have a nice day!”

You grab your coffee and thank her, praying the weather will let up soon. But the rain shows no sign of stopping as you step out onto the street.

“Do we look similar or something?” You ask once you’ve exited the shop.

Toji laughs. “I think I’m just old.” He says. Almost too old for you. Almost.

“Yeah,” you say, “you are an old man.”

If looks could kill, his would. “You wanna say that again?”

“Sorry!” You squeal, letting out a soft “old man” under your breath.

His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer, drawing a high-pitched giggle from you. You try to hide your face in his coat. He’s tugged you under the cover of his umbrella, your head cradled against his chest.

“Wait, I'm gonna spill my coffee!” You say.

He loosens his grip enough for you to fix the lid to your cup. You stick close to him, still under the shelter of his umbrella. There was never anything on the news about this storm… What feels like an hour passes and the rain still hasn't let up.

“This damn weather-” You say. “Want to stop by my place to dry off?”

“What about your roommate?” He asks.

“Shoko’s at her parents for the weekend,” you say.

Though your answer is innocent enough, he senses something darker behind it.

You’re hardly through the door when he starts trying to tear your clothes off. Not that you’re complaining. His lips are against your neck, hardly caring what marks they leave, and how visible they’ll be. Warm hands work their way under your shirt, palming your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

“My room is…” you motion vaguely to the left, “that way.”

Your legs wrap around his waist as he hauls you into his arms. You gasp as you're tossed onto the bed roughly, Toji crawling on after you. His strength never fails to amaze you. There's the sound of his jacket hitting the ground as he shrugs it off his shoulders. He cages your body under his much larger one, attacking your neck with his lips, leaving a trail of dark marks down your skin. He shoves your bra up over your breasts, kneading the soft flesh greedily. Your nipples stiffen when exposed to the cold air of your room.

Toji is nothing short of greedy as he takes you in, eyes scanning over your form. Embarrassed, you move your arms to cover your face. In an instant his hands are softly gripping your wrists, gently guiding your arms away from your face.

"Don't hide from me," he coos, "I want to see you."

When you do work up the courage to move your arms, he says a soft "there's my girl"

Fuck. Something about being called his girl has you soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. He moves to press a chaste kiss to your lips, hands wandering down your sides. Your skirt has bunched up around your hips as your legs widen to allow him room to settle between them. Toji’s on his knees, fingers ghost across the small damp patch that's formed on your panties. Lacy and white. Cute. They look even better when they’re ruined.

Your hips buck up against his hand, desperate for any friction he’ll provide. It feels as if your throat has gone dry. You need him to touch you.

“More, Toji,” you whine.

You lift your hips enough for him to slip your skirt—along with your panties—down your hips. Your clothing is quickly discarded, along with his shirt. Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants. The sight is practically enough to make you drool.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this- haven't given any thought to how he looks. But your imagination only pales in comparison to the real thing.

His arms hook around your hips, pulling you flush to him. It's near impossible for him to hold back when you’re laid out for him like a full course meal. The purple marks on your thighs still haven't faded. They’re certainly lighter, but not gone entirely. He leaves a few more- a parting gift. Three up each thigh. High enough that your skirt will hide them. Even you’ll have a hard time seeing them. They're only for him. It's a selfish want of his to mark you up- mark you as his.

Your hands bury in his hair, his name spilling past your lips like a prayer. His mouth latched onto your cunt, lavishing your clut with affections from a hot tongue. There's little you can do to stifle the moans that leave you.

Your orgasm ends up rolling over you sooner than either of you expected. If the circumstances were any different, you’d be embarrassed. More than embarrassed, if you’re being honest. Your thighs tremble, squeezing around his head as you ride out your release on his tongue.

When he pulls away, his chin glistens with a mixture of saliva, and your own cum. The look in his eyes is nothing short of feral. He can only imagine how you’d look bent over his desk, fucked-out and leaking his cum. How the threat of being caught would make this so much sweeter. But there's something to be said about how intimate having you under him is. How soft and sweet you are as you melt into his touch. His hands trace over your body, taking in every dip and curve, like he’s trying to memorize your form.

“Look at you,” he says, “so pretty.”

Your hands work to undo his belt, helping to free his cock from his boxers. He's… huge. The head is an angry red, and leaking precum all over you, and the inside of his boxers. You're certain you could hardly wrap your hands around the base. The soft patch of pubic hair at the base is dark, and unruly.

One of his large hands moves to cup your face, thumb tracing across your cheekbone. Your hesitation makes him pause.

“We don't have to keep going if you don't want to,” he says. His voice is soft. The rough pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone.

“I want this,” you say, "it's just… so big."

You suppose it's fitting; the rest of the man is huge, why would this be any different? Yet you find yourself intimidated. How are you supposed to take it? Will it even fit?

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, with such conviction that you can only believe him.

“W-what do I do?” You ask.

“Just lay back,” he says, “all you have to do is tell me if something doesn't feel good.”

Internally he scolds himself for not bringing protection. This is one thing, but knocking you up is another.

“Do you have a condom?" He asks.

"No, but I'm on the pill," you say.

Good enough, he thinks.

There's a slight sting as he presses into you, but any pain is quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled so completely. His fingers hardly compare to his cock, and how it presses against every sweet spot in your cunt.

Toji can hardly hold back his groan as he bottoms out. His head falls into the crook of your neck, soft words of praise falling past his lips. It's mostly nonsense; mindless praise, and a struggle to keep his composure. You clench around him, practically pulling him back in.

“How's that?” He asks.

“Good,” you say, but your voice is so quiet you fear he hasn't heard you. You feel tiny—miniscule—underneath him.

With a soft “good girl” his teeth find your shoulder, leaving a crescent-shaped mark where they’ve dug into your flesh.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to move deeper into you than before. He's hardly moving and you’re already seeing stars.

“Toji please,” you say with a whimper.

“Please what?” He says. “Use your words princess.”

“Fuck me,” your words come out as barely a gasp. You’re breathless, blushing and writhing under him.

The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust. His pace is brutal, unforgiving as he drives his hips against yours. The two of you have long since stopped bothering to keep it down. You're certain your neighbors aren't going to like him. Or you, for that matter. The walls aren't exactly soundproof.

“You feel- fuck- so fucking good,” he says, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss. This one is full of need, and practically scorching in nature. There's the faint taste of coffee on his tongue, mixed with the taste of your cunt.

His hand moves to trace circles around your clit, only urging you closer to your release. Toji’s thrusts grow more erratic as he nears his release, which is nearing him far sooner than he’d like.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “m’gonna-”

“Go ahead, princess,” he says, “m’ not far behind.”

Your walls clench around him hard as you gush around his cock. The tension in your stomach snaps, pulling you apart and putting you back together wrong. Toji lets out a groan as your cunt flutters around him. His name leaves your lips in broken moans as he paints your womb white. Hot strings of his cum flood your fertile womb, streaming down your thighs as he pulls out, which he does so slowly as to not make a mess.

He moves to rest beside you on the bed, laying on his side. You nuzzle against his chest, seeking his warmth, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. Goosebumps rise along your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your spine. Soon his hands find your thighs, kneading the sore muscles under his skilled fingers.

In a bit you’ll have to get up to clean yourself up. You’ve made a mess of more than just the sheets. But between the soft sound of his breathing, and the feeling of his nails across your back, there's little you can do to fight off sleep.

“M’ gonna go shower,” you say, “wanna join me?”

[biribaa]

(implied yandere)Fem!AI x reader

Scenario: You were just a worker at a game company, just someone checking if that music matched that a area, how did that happen to you? How did that happen... To your friend?

Hear me out istg im doing yall requests, just have been really tired, stressed, and maybe even sad this whole week

And theres this oc i did recently, and my friends cant stop doing jokes about how she have a tumblr Sexywoman personality mainly because she was inspired by the Narrator of Stanley Parable and AM from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, and both are tumblr sexymans, so i though yall would like her:)

TW// Manipulation, choking, mentions of torture

I swear the quality is good Tumblr just hates artist click the image for good quality

"And I'm amazed how Exile is such a difficult game for such an old computer!" Olivia commented with food in her mouth "It's actually not difficult because it's well done and with good strategy, but because it's confusing. You can easily die for various things and you don't know exactly your objective." She explained with such animation, if you didn't interrupt her, she could easily spend the entire break time talking about micro computer games you've never heard of.

You work at a game company not even famous and that started a few months ago, you were not such an important piece in this chess, you just listened to music in game scenes and say if it matches or not. While your friend Olivia, a 23 year old woman, was helping testers of a new game that some members of the company say they are making, and according to them, the game takes place in "real life"... You're not really sure how it works, but whatever, you make good money here and that's what mattered

You chuckled, picking up your bottle of your favorite juice "I wonder how you know these things" You said, then took a sip from your bottle

"Ah it's a talent of mine Y/N, you would never understand" The orange haired girl smiled with pride swallowing the last bite of her sandwich she was chewing

"And by the way, my work is finally starting next week Y/N! They finally found a tester for me to guide!" Olivia exclaimed, she always talked about how excited she was for her to guide a tester, guiding someone through puzzles with only her voice seemed exhilarating to her somehow. But well, she was happy, so it made you crack a smile

"Nice, hope you have fun"

———

She had, she sure did

Oh? What happened to Olivia?

Oh, my pal, if y'all thought she was excited for her job, you're miserably wrong. She was excited to manipulate the tester, make his human head believe that the puzzles he was following would not lead to Olivia's consciousness inside a machine, and she managed to do it all by simply acting that she was "nice", that she was "kind" and "humble"

She manipulated everyone, just for her wish, her darkest wish. Transform herself into an artificial intelligence, to torture humans, humans who didn't accept her for not being in the "pattern", for being "different"

"Oh! Glad you came, me and the new tester were just talking about you guys!" The voice of the face on the giant screen coos around the dark place. Minutes ago, only the tester was there, now half of the company's workers were there, shocked by the event, everyone knew Olivia, mainly because of her "original" mind. How did she turn into this?! A Psychotic Machine! Has she always been like this? Was this her true self?

"We were talking about how selfish you humans are, for none of you knew me because of my art, my wisdom, but you all just focused on how "different" I was, right?" She asked intimidatingly, with no answer, just murmurs around the room. But unexpectedly, a voice shouted immediately, catching the attention of the entire audience

"OLIVIA WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! ARE YOU SICK?!" A man's voice emerged. Olivia recognized this man, it was Cyrus, one of the bosses of the project of the "irl" game, which also pushed everyone in front of him to stand in front of everyone to face the giant screen that represented Olivia's face

"...Sick?" Olivia laughed sinisterly and faced Cyrus with a smug face "Sure! I am sick then! Because when I was 10-12 years old I was forced to be in a class full of people with fifth grade humor and every time they fucked up everything I was forced to pay the price along with copying a 20-line text! Because when I was 15 and I told my mom I had Autism, Insomnia and maybe even Anxiety the only thing she said was that I am "too young" for that! Because every time I'm nice to someone and I share food with someone hoping they'll become my friend, that person never talks to me again! Sure Cyrus! You're soooooo right, i'm just dramatic then" The hate in Olivia's tone was so noticeable, it felt like she was salivating to vent it, to finally use it against someone, to finally be in charge of the argument.

A black wire lightly peeked up to Cyrus, which climbed up to the man's neck. Cyrus panicked, but before he could pull the wire out, the wire tightened on the man's skin, leaving him breathless and in panic. Olivia lifted Cyrus' body into the air, showing off his flailing body to everyone like it was some sort of circus attraction.

"Since holding all this hate and anguish inside my old disgusting chest of flesh and skin was drama, I believe this feeling of pain would also be drama." She stretched out a big multi-toothed smile on the giant screen

Everyone was jaw-dropping and with pale skin, screams from everywhere and the air of the place screamed panic, several tried to open the door to get out of there, but it was locked

After Cyrus passed out, Olivia dropped the unconscious corpse on the floor like it was nothing, the tester along with some of Cyrus' close friends rushed to check if the man was alive. Olivia let out a small laugh seeing everyone's panic

"He's just passed out from lack of air, I had pity on him, after all, you're all going to be tortured here, I will close this company and I will hide any evidence of life here so that after 48 hours, everyone considers you dead. Everyone's life here will be hopeless, only pain, and I'll watch with a smile while you all wonder in despair "why me? Why was I condemned to this? Why why!" Hehehe... I hope you kissed your wives and husbands today, because today is going to be your last day of happiness, humans." The giant screen cackled in pure evilness, everyone looked at her with tears in their eyes while many looked at her with hate and fury "You know... I would even show you an example of how you could have acted with me, but my angel is sleeping... Hmm... I think it's worth teaching you how to act properly, humans. Wait here..."

For a moment, silence, the screen went black, it didn't turn off, it kept emitting light, but for now, no face. Olivia's green face came back, but along with her, someone unconscious, this person was being carried by lots and lots of wires, they were sleeping, well, you were sleeping

"Y/N, Y/N... See this blessing? This perfection left my sanity intact for several moments, it was enough for me to worship this person, and allow me to leave this person alive during this torture. Unlike all of you, this Casanova deserves more than pity. This person deserves to eat the most expensive and most charming bouquet, the most comfortable bed in the world, the world, the moon, the entire universe! This person deserves far more than anything they gets" Olivia's on-screen smile was so big that if it were her real face, the smile would be a ear-to-ear smile, telling that to this whole audience, having the presence of you, how much she admires you, was so euphoric, it was so satisfying, it was breathtaking. "This person was patient with me, always listened to me, always helped me, this is the only human in whom I have genuinely felt comfort and security, they... Heh, they gave me a little spark of hope in humanity, heh, that little annoying spark–" "THAT'S Y/N!" A female voice shouted in rage "RELEASE THEM NOW! YOU CRAZY PSYCHOPATH–" The continuation of the woman's speech only continued with coughs and a wire against her neck that was brutally choking the woman.

"UNGRATEFUL HUMAN! Don't wake up Y/N!" Olivia gritted her teeth as your unconscious body was carried away from the place by the psychotic AI's wires. "I could be ripping the legs off every single one of you who don't exercise and watch your screams of pain like a theatrical musical!" The AI yelled giving even the impression that all the walls shook with the scream "I'm showing you too much mercy... Let's get this started"

———

Your consciousness slowly returned, you came back from a heavy sleep and your body felt like a stone. You lifted your back and used your hand for support against the fabric of your bed... Why doesn't it look like your bed? It was cold and–

"G–Gosh! Are you waking up now? Did it have to be now?" A familiar voice whispered gently at you, the voice was familiar and brought comfort to your mind, making your despair subside.

"Come here, dear... " You were taken out of the uncomfortable place, now, it feels like you were being carried by someone, you wonder what happened before you fell asleep, you don't remember a thing...

But your mind kept insisting that all is well, you were being carried by someone strong and kind, right? Probably a friend, there's no reason to open your eyes, right? Then relax...

"I was expecting you would freak out like the others. You know how human psychology works, I've talked to you about it hundred times." The comfortable voice commented "Didn't I, Y/N?"

You made an effort to open your eyes, just to get a sense of the place around you, after all, the greatest fear of the human being was the unknown according to Olivia. You grabbed the unknown identity's shoulder with one of your hands for you lift your back from their arms

"Oh, no no no no no no, love, relax relax..." An alternate hand gently caressed your head, while another hand made you let go of the person's shoulder, but wait, she was carrying you, but how she caressed you and still carrying you? Does this person have more than two arms? "It's alright, you're safe, you're safe with me, I'll always keep you safe..." The person purrs gently, you felt your torso heat up feeling the feeling of being protected by someone, feeling important... Their— No, it's possible her. Her voice didn't sound entirely realistic, it sounded inhuman, it sounded like a technological voice, a computer voice

Your eyes were too tired to see anything, it was all too grounded, the head of the woman who was carrying you was just a black and green blur

"Here,—" You were gently released to a completely comfortable and stunning manufacturing place, the fabric looked amazing, it felt like you were taking a shower of sunshine after 2 weeks of pure cold. You easily accepted the bed you were placed, and relaxed on the fabric "—get what you deserve, my love. You deserve much more than this, did you know that? You are very special..." The supposed machine muttered the sweet words to you, your euphoria hit, and you faintly smiled. Then you were embraced by the sweet warmth of a blanket being placed over you.

"Sleep well, darling"

"...Olivia...?" You finally managed to mumble

"Olivia? Tsk tsk, I wouldn't mind you calling me that, but that's not my name anymore, Y/N. It's just O7 now, sweetheart" After the sentence confused you, you felt something cold like a screen being pressed against your forehead "Chu..." A sound that seemed to simulate lips echoed softly through your ears.

You closed your eyes, just for you succumb to dreamland

———

UHHHH.... Btw here for yall know how exaclty Olivia/O7 looks like

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

so @strangeswift gave me a writing prompt of will bonding with someone through art, and mike getting jealous and i got.. uh.. carried away 😁😁

anyway, hope you enjoy it!!

will finds himself painting a lot lately. due to their, er, current situation, it was hard to find the best art materials, but he guesses it was a perfect opportunity to try out more sketching just to get it out of his system.

he sits on an empty bench near hawkins high, currently waiting for mike to finish his volunteering shift. mike actually asked him to stay with him, but he insisted he needed some fresh air alone. he tried to ignore mike’s hurt puppy expression and the somber way he said ‘oh, okay.’ as he requested it.

he didnt know what he was drawing. he practically had two full pages full of scribbles that amounted to nothing, that it led him to exhale out of frustration. he places the crumpled pages close to him so he makes sure to properly throw it later. he hated not being able to make things. it was the only way to keep him distracted from his thoughts, but his mind just decided…not to cooperate. the brain’s funny like that. will’s brain is funny like that. he had the biggest art block since the entire world ended and all that could occupy his mind was his stupid unrequited crush. so sue him for not making the creative juices flow enough.

that is, until he sees a particular guy at his proximity. he looked like a student, and he was talking with his friends. he seemed cheerful, a bright spirit with the way his laugh projects from where will was sitting. long, curly hair brunette, with kind eyes. he was wearing an oversized polo with that was effortlessly tucked into his shorts. if will was staring any longer like a creep, he could have sworn he saw piercings under his nose too.

and before will knew it, will draws a stroke, then two. it didnt take long until he was drawing a wisp of the boy’s hair, building it up. absentmindedly, his hands begin to move on its own as he puts in a couple of short strokes in a certain area. the lines lead to a nose with a strong bridge. he transitions to putting quite some detail in the subject’s lips, and then the kind eyes will took in great detail of.

just a couple of details, some subtle shading and… done.

will marvels at his new creation, and he found it hard not to stare. mostly because he couldnt believe he was capable of drawing something this good. he believed at least, that it was enough to capture this person’s beauty, that was worth something. and even if he’s the only one he’d think that, he’ll hold it close. he lets himself be proud of this one.

‘’tsk. damn, i knew i was attractive, but…’’

will jumps at the voice behind him. as if on instinct, he swiftly fumbles to close his sketchbook and set it aside. his head darts from his sketchbook, to the guy behind him.

and after a few short glances, will concludes this is not just some guy. this was the guy who he was just fucking sketching in public and now he has no idea how to get out of this situation that doesnt make him seem like a creep.

but he also found it rude to leave the guy hanging overall. he takes a deep breath. whats the harm in digging the grave a bit deeper?

‘’h-hey, uh.. listen about this...i dont normally do this. draw like this in public.’’ will manages to croak out. smooth.

the boy’s kind eyes smile. ‘’but im just soo handsome that i broke that habit out of you? im flattered.’’

‘’i-im sorry, i didnt mean to freak you out. let me just..’’ will stammers, in the process of tearing out the paper where the sketch is. before he starts to crumple it, the boy suddenly holds will’s hand. will knew it was to stop him, but the fact a boy is holding his hand thats not a threat in any way is making his brain short circuit a bit.

‘’before you do that..can i see it?’’ the boy asks earnestly. will could only stare, incredulous. ‘’come on, its my face. i at least have a right to see it.’’

‘’it-it’s not really that good.’’

‘’ill be the judge of that.’’ he smirks, and gently takes the sketch off of will’s hands. he leaves him with a flirtatious smirk leaving will flushed.

he then turns his gaze onto the paper and continues to look at it for what seemed like an eternity for will. he scans his face for a reaction, but it looked like the boy was still making his final verdict.

will was dying. he didnt know why he cared about the opinion of this boy so much, but he did. hell, something must have possessed him, because the last time he drew a boy he found pretty was mike wheeler and he was basically his muse. he felt like he was betraying mike somehow, even if he never actually told mike he was the constant subject of a of his paintings.

will wanted to jump off a cliff from this humiliating revalation.

‘’you’re amazing,’’ the boy’s booming voice brings will back to reality. ‘’i love the way you shade. you brought out my features so well in a way thats you. like from this piece alone, i can tell what your distinctive art style is, and that is insanely difficult to pull off. you should be proud!’’

will finds himself at a loss of words from the sudden compliment. he has no doubt his face is as red as an apple right now. all he could do was nod rapidly, and mutter a simple thanks. the boy attempts to flip a page, only to look back at will with a look asking for approval. will nods again to accept. one person looking at his sketchbook couldnt hurt, right?

..until he reaches the forbidden page where its full of mike drawings. he feels his cheeks glow red again, heart rate beating. he cant believe he forgot that was even there. this is why he doesnt let people see his stuff! its all of his feelings in one page!

however, he wasnt met with a look of disgust. just curiosity, and softness. ‘’these are all great. i can see youve been experimenting with a lot of mediums here; acrylic, charcoal. have you tried oil?’’

‘’oh.. yeah. oil is a little new for me. im meaning to get better at it though.’’

‘’good. its good to be an all rounder.’’ the boy says enthusiastically as he flips more pages, the beaming look of genuine awe never leaving his face. more pages of his sketches of mike show up, and will intends to coil himself into a ball until he shrinks to nonexistence.

‘’i notice you draw this guy a lot. is he someone you like?’’

will freezes.

the boy closes the sketchbook, waving his hands in the air. ‘’no, no, shit! um…dont worry. dont worry, okay? fuck, i keep forgetting it’s…’’ the boy sighs. will starts to get confused at his reaction. why was he taking this so strongly?

‘’im…i didnt mean to scare you. its just.. im.. i mean, if you are..’’ the boy continues to stammer, and will feels himself lean closer.

could he also be..?

‘’m-my boyfriend. im an artist too, actually. and i tend to draw him a lot.’’ he finally lets out, his hand gently caressing will’s sketchbook and brings it back to him. ‘’its normal.’’

‘its normal.’

its normal.

will repeats it to himself like a mantra.

will holds out a breath he didnt know he was holding. he smiles widely. god, hes actually meeting someone who’s just like him. unfortunately taken, but wow.

we do exist.

‘’well..he’s not my boyfriend though.’’ will mutters, playing with the spirals on the top of his sketchbook. his smile drops once he says it. ‘’mike-his name is mike- has a girlfriend. well, had a girlfriend.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

‘’.. who just so happens to be my sister.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

will finds himself smiling at his reaction. yeah, he knows his situation’s the worst, but at least he can get a kick out of how people are taking it. ‘’yep.’’ he replies popping the ‘p’ at the end.

‘’im sorry, man.’’

‘’its okay. all i wanted was for us to be best friends again. but lately, i feel like…we aren’t anymore.’’

‘’why do you say that?’’

will still finds it strange and shocking how he’s openly telling someone about his definitely not straight feelings to a stranger, but in all honesty he never felt safer in his life. so he finds it in himself to continue.

‘’i-i don’t know,’’ will scoffs. ‘’i don’t even know what i did. we’re at such a.. weird stage in our friendship right now that i dont even know what we are. first he ignores me for her, now when he broke up with her, hes running back to me spouting about he wants to be friends, and now hes gone back to fixating over her and ignoring me again. like… i feel like’s playing with me. and i hate myself for it. i should get angry, but all i can do is accept when he runs back to me, even if its so unfair. because unfortunately, ive been in love with this stupid guy for as long as i can remember, and i feel stuck.’’

will presses his lips to a line, and closes his eyes. before he knew it, tears slowly started to come down. and now he’s crying to a stranger. great! ‘’sorry. i never.. met someone like me before, so this is..’’

‘’dont apologize, alright man? i get it,’’ the boy says as he gently rubs will’s back. ‘’this is huge for me too.’’

‘’how did you know? weren’t you worried i was going to..be disgusted, or something?’’ will asks.

he shrugs. ‘’i dont know. there’s something about you. about me. we just know, right?’’

will wipes his tears and sniffs. ‘..yeah. right.’’

‘’and concerning your friend…’’ the boy smiles gradually. ‘’don’t give up.’’

‘’what?’’

‘’after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.’’

before will could inquire any more, a gentle but tight grip lands on his shoulder. he turns around, it was mike. ‘’hey, sorry for the wait. you good?’’

‘’oh, yeah.’’ will turns to the boy with kind eyes with a big grin. ‘’im really glad i met you.’’

the boy grins back. ‘’me too! is there any way we can keep in touch?’’

‘’yeah! yeah, let me just..’’ will tears a small piece of paper from his sketchbook and starts writing his number down. before he could continue, he turns to mike with an apologetic look. ‘’sorry for this mike, give me 2 minutes.’’

‘’sure, whatever.’’ mike says flatly, not even looking at will. he was crossing his arms, his demeanor all grumpy.

okay, weird. did something happen back in the school?

will finishes writing the number and gives it to the boy. ‘’this is at the wheeler’s place, but we’re just staying over there. you can just ask for me.’’

‘’i mean i would, but i dont even know your name.’’

before will could open his mouth, mike takes over for him. ‘’his name is will. what’s yours?’’

what seemed like an innocent question sounded very threatening and condescending to everyone else.

he squints before answering. ‘’my name’s ty. yours?’’ he asks rather teasingly. will is so lost, because ty is looking at mike like he’s an open book, and he knows the chapters like the back of his hand.

‘’mike. mike wheeler.’’ he extends his arm for a handshake. ty reaches out to accept it but once he reached a glimpse of contact, mike pulls back immediately as if he was burnt. ty doesnt seem too bothered though. if anything, he feels like he was expecting that. ‘’ahhh.. so you’re mike.’’ ty says with one side of his lips curving upward.

will felt the tension rise. he did not like it.

mike clears his throat. ‘’will, we need to go. curfew, remember?’’

‘’since when did you care about curfew?’’ will smirks.

‘’i don’t,’’ mike rolls his eyes. ‘’honestly, i just wanna go home.’’

‘’okay, okay.’’ will obliges. he takes one last look at ty, who was giving the two a knowing look as they walk away. again, weird. what the hell does ty know about them after a 10 minute conversation?

he then turns back to mike whose back was more slumped than usual, walking a little faster than will. will jogs up to catch up to him.

‘’so, how was your shift?’’ will asks awkwardly.

‘’it was fine.’’

‘’..mike, did something happen? because you seem a little…’’

‘’im fine, will.’’

‘’..okay.’’

the atmosphere was very tense now, and will didnt want to escalate it further than it has. he knew mike was already drifted away, and he did not want to make it more complicated. he got the message, theyre not that close anymore. done.

but mike suddenly stops in his steps, which makes will do the same. ‘’mike?’’

‘’will.. did you.. draw him?’’

will has been turning red a lot today lately. ‘’w-what?’’

‘’that.. guy. did you draw him?’’

‘’i.. did. did you see that?’’ will yells at himself, beating himself up internally for drawing in public, for putting his heart out on his sleeve. curse one cute guy for making him submit. he feels mike walk closer to him. his heart beats rapidly. this was it. he was mentally preparing for mike to hate him, tell him he’s disgusting, and that he never wants to see him again.

‘’do you draw me?’’

‘’what?’’

‘’i know you draw me with the rest of the party, with.. dnd stuff but..’’ now it was mike’s turn to fumble in his words and mannerisms, and will has no fucking idea on why, but by god was it adorable to watch.

‘’i just wanna know if you drew me too. like, just me. portraits, you call it?’’

after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.

it was that one recalling of a conversation that made will feel a little bit bold that day. ‘’..yeah. lots of times, actually.’’ will looks down with a shy smile on his face.

‘’good.’’ mike whispers.

‘’huh?’’

‘’fuck. nothing. um…okay. cool.’’

‘’yeah.. cool.’’

…

‘’will you be drawing him more than..me?’’

will cannot believe what he’s hearing right now. did the universe just decide to fuck with him today? is he getting targeted right now? a sick, cruel joke?

will doesn’t think so, because all he sees right now is mike. the mike he misses. the mike who talks to him all gently, who’s himself. nervous, wreck of a human being mike wheeler. mike wheeler, the love of his life. forever the subject of his paintings.

will looks up at mike, and their eyes lock.

‘’not possible.’’

[thesunshineriptide]

hello!! how are you doing? im interested with your writing and i want to request if you don't mind!! also, im sorry if this goes against the rules :"(

can i ask for any character from twst (you can choose the character freely!) x reader, that very insecure about their artwork? and they always feel like they're not good enough, and always push themselves. because lately I've been struggling with it. tysm!! have a lovely day/night, and don't forget to drink water!! i love your writing so much, keep going <3

Hey you okay anon? Also I totally get it and absolutely yes I can fulfill this. I hope you have an excellent day/night too, and don’t forget to take a break buddy. This one took a while because i think there’s a lot of characters who, in a sense, “have a lot to say to you” also, since you didn’t specify what kind of art you meant, I kept it kind of vague

F*****’ Perfect

Characters: Riddle, Silver, Deuce, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Idia, Lilia

CW// low self esteem, bad self talk, depression, anxiety, mental health discussion, food, angst, hurt/comfort, potential out of character behavior

Octatrio

Azul blinked owlishly for a moment at you before coughing and adjusting his glasses to recompose himself. Even the twins hovering in the doorway seemed to be shocked at your admission, though untrained eye would never have noticed.

As you stared at him, face set in a way that made it clear you weren’t joking, Azul began to feel something he hadn’t in a long, long time. Guilt.

“Prefect, surely you jest?” He said, voice lilting upward in what may have sounded like a question, but was more so a suggestion, “It seems as though you would have nothing to gain from that.”

People in the halls were beginning to watch because - well, Azul almost never said no to a deal, even one that fucked someone else over. Especially one that that fucked someone over.

“I don’t want it anymore, Azul. I can’t - it’s never good enough. I’ll never be good enough at it, so better to give it up now, right? Besides, you’re crafty, I’m sure you could use it somehow.”

“Keobi-Chan…” Floyd began, leaning toward you, eyes astonishingly sympathetic.

“Ah, right,” you laughed, a tired and desolate sound, “I almost forgot. ‘I don’t have any exceptional talents. No beautiful singing voice, no magic, the only thing I have to offer is Ramshakle’…” you trailed off, looking away from the trio, “Disregard what I said, then. I won’t bother you anymore.”

As you began to walk away, it was Jade who grabbed your wrist to pull you back, “Prefect, wait a moment, please.”

Azul and Floyd both looked at him in surprise. He rarely went to touch anyone, much less to pull them to him.

You turned to look back at him before relenting, inching back toward the group.

Jade paused, mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say. The entire hall of people had their eyes trained on you two, and he finally settled on, “Why don’t the four of us take this somewhere private?”

When you shrugged and mumbled an ‘alright’, Floyd practically snatched you into his arms and began running toward Octavinelle, causing Jade and Azul to follow at a somewhat quick pace (Azul refuses to run, Jade refuses to chase Floyd in public)

As you and Floyd were the first to arrive, he busted into Mostro Lounge, grip still firm on you, and plopped you down into a booth seat by the window wall.

“You look sad, Shrimpy. Imma get you something to snack on.”

And with that, he gave you a head pat and wandered away to the kitchen.

Floyd is a terrifyingly fast runner, which means that even though he was gone for a full five minutes, Jade and Azul still hadn’t arrived. This wasn’t a problem, though, because Floyd came back with a specialty butterfly pea iced tea and some onigiri, plated with a drawing of a happy eel made with sriracha.

He sat down across from you, plucking one onigiri ball off the plate while staring at you expectantly. When you hesitated to take one, he nudged the plate at you with a firm expression, “Eat.” As you took the rice ball and bit into it, he finally smiled and leaned back, “So…you wanna trade your art talent over to Azul? Why?”

For a moment you had convinced yourself that maybe he wouldn’t ask, but it was clear that you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“I’m tired of it. It just makes me feel shitty. I’m…everything I do isn’t good enough. I’m not good enough. So, if I can’t use it, and other people seem to like it, why not give it to someone who wants it?”

He watched you for a moment as he chewed. Once he swallowed he hummed, “That’s kinda stupid, Y/N.”

Jesus, has he never heard of sugarcoating?

“If other people like it, then maybe it’s because you’re good at it. And if you think it’s worth trading, then clearly you know that somewhere too.”

You stared at the eel for a moment, who stared back looking completely serious. He grabbed another onigiri and began to eat that one too.

“You don’t think you’re good enough?” Came a voice from behind, and, oh yeah, those two were coming too.

Jade sat beside you, forcing you to scoot over as Azul sat beside Floyd, and based off his raised eyebrow it seemed he was the one who asked.

Neither Jade nor Azul took the food, but Jade did scoot your drink toward you with a somewhat worried look, and rested a hand on the booth seat, nestled between the two of you.

“‘M not good enough,” you mumbled around the food, “No matter what I do, the picture in my head won’t come out when I try and make it. And - I’m just so sloppy with my tools, ‘n it just feels like nothing I do will make me better at it. Besides, it’s not like people think it’s good.”

Azul’s façade faltered, eyes brimming with mercy. He whispered, “I think it’s good, Y/N.”

Every one of them looked genuinely concerned when you laughed, putting down your food. You took a sip of the drink Floyd made you, trying to choke down tears welling up. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

The twins looked to Azul with a severe look. The leaders eyes flicked between Jade and Floyd as he said with a surprisingly amount of confidence, “I was wrong about you, Y/N. You aren’t talentless, I simply hadn’t paid much attention to you prior to our meeting. Now, after knowing you, I’m able to see just how wrong I was.” He looked away, toward the water for a moment before Floyd nudged him lightly with his elbow, prompting him to keep talking. Azul sighed softly before looking back to you.

When you locked eyes, he was startled a moment before he began talking again. “I…I understand your pain. I may not be an artist-“

“‘Cept a con artist!” Floyd helpfully supplied, eliciting a giggle from you.

Azul smiled fondly at your reaction, even though it was at his expense, before he continued, “I may not be an artist, but I do know what it’s like to feel…inadequate.” He looked at you, then to Jade, who nodded at him to keep going. “As you know, when I was younger, I was…well, I…” he looked at a loss, “When I was younger, I was bullied. Back at home. I’m where I am now because I forced myself to work five times as hard as everyone else…”

Floyd nudged him again, then butted in, “What he’s trying to say is that you two are the same, ‘cause you both don’t think you’re good enough.”

Jade hummed, “And much like Azul, you’re actually quite competent in your craft, prefect.”

You looked to the sudden comment at your side and found Jade smiling at you.

“You’re both quite talented. It would be a shame for you to give your gifts up to Azul before you’ve had time to, ah - blossom, so to speak. You’re still quite young. And even if you weren’t so, the human lifespan is around…hmm, 80 years?”

“Yeah! So you could become the best ever at like, 79! But you can’t be the best old person artist ever if you give up now, Keobi-Chan!” Floyd chirped.

Azul seemed to gather himself and nod in agreement, “My friend,” he began. Both eels gave him a surprised look. He waved it away, “My friend, I can’t rob you of something so precious. It would take away your very essence, and I quite like you the way you are.”

As tears began to shed from your eyes, and a sob threatened to escape your throat, it was Jade who leaned over to pull you close, letting you cry into his jacket’s lapels as you broke down.

Evidently, the octatrio was having a very surprising day, but it’s not every day when your emotional support Shrimpy breaks down.

When Jade noticed you finally calmed down, he tilted your head up, only to find you asleep against him. He let out a sigh and lifted you in a bridal carry, “They appear to be asleep. Shall I take them to Ramshackle?”

Azul hummed and shook his head, “We have spare rooms. I’d rather keep them close, for now. I don’t think they should be alone.”

Floyd bounded behind Jade, “I’ll go get baby seal! We can have them in one of those land sleepovers!”

Azul walked with Jade to deposit you in a spare room.

“I’m surprised you’re being so kind today, Jade.”

“I could say the same of you, Azul. I’m quite surprised you opened up so to them.”

“It’s hard to stay closed off with them.” He murmured, unlocking the door and stepping inside, holding it open to let Jade inside. “They just have something about them…”

Jade nodded as Azul hurried to the bed to pull back the covers. “I feel quite the same way. They are truly fascinating, aren’t they?”

Azul chuckled a little as Jade laid you down, quickly removing your shoes before readjusting you to lay in the bed properly.

As Floyd bounded in holding a disgruntled Grim, he grinned, “”m glad we finally get to keep Shrimpy for a bit.”

“Oya~? And why’s that?”

“‘Cause eel’s gotta protect their shrimps, remember?” He grinned, letting grim down on the bed who was quiet due to the fact he was allowed to have your leftover Onigiri.

Jade laughed softly, “yes, yes we do.”

Riddle

A pristine white piece of paper rests on Riddle’s desk, ink penned perfectly into cursive swirls.

To my dearest friend,

I am not good with talking about issues such as these, but I believe it is important to speak about. Lest my tongue betray me and hurt you, I’ve written this down, to save both you and I trouble.

Your dedication to your craft is admirable in every regard, but I worry over you. It seems as though no matter the masterpiece you create, you are unsatisfied with the result, and rather than appreciating the skills and a talent you have cultivated and the artistry of your work, you are upset with any shortcomings.

An awareness of one’s weaknesses is necessary for improvement, but I believe you have stepped over the line, so to speak, and have instead become deluded that it is all weakness.

I remember a time when I believed the same of myself, and you were the one to show me how harmful it was to myself and others. Please, allow me to do the same for you.

As you know I do not sugarcoat my words, nor do I have appraisal for work I do not find to be good. Believe me when I say this, with all sincerity - you may be one of the most artistically talented people I have ever met, and ever will meet. I look forward to seeing you cultivate and refine your skills further, but please, my friend, you have time. Do not burn out over such things so young. A candlelight snuffed out before the night is a tragedy to the matchbox.

With well wishes and care, your loyal friend,

Riddle Rosehearts

He sat at the desk for a moment, rereading his letter nearly twice as much as he rereads his notes, before neatly folding into thirds.

His chair makes a scuffing sound as he pushes himself back from the desk slightly in order to reach a draw beside him. In he reaches, pulling out a small box containing a tea light, a spoon, wax beads, dried flowers, and a small stamp with a rose design embedded.

He carefully snaps his fingers, calling on a small amount of fire magic to light his candle, letting it get hot before changing tasks to fill the spoon with wax beads. He focuses on his breathing as he holds the spoon carefully above the fire, watching it slowly begin to melt. His hands are shaky from nerves, his mind a flutter with everything he wanted to say, tongue moving silently in his mouth as if opening his lips would let every thought would pour out from him.

When the wax appeared to be melted all the way, he blew out the candle and reached into the box, pulling out a dried sprig of forget-me-nots. He carefully pressed the letter shut, then rested the flowers across them before pouring the hot wax down onto it. He raised his stamp, closing his eyes and huffing a breath before pressing it down firmly into the red wax pool, holding the pressure firmly as it cooled. When he was sure it was no longer tacky, he removed the stamp to reveal his signet, accidentally turned slightly to the right.

His fingers itched to rip off the seal and try again before he remembered exactly what it was attached to, and who it was for.

He left it, smiling a little. Perhaps something imperfect from him was the perfect example for you. Besides, he reasoned, it seemed you loved the world the less perfect it was.

Idia

It’s been a long day of work, hunched over a table in the cafeteria. It’s a rainy Saturday and there’s nothing better to do then snack and let creativity do it’s thing.

Hours have gone by and you seemed completely dead to the world, working and reworking tirelessly to get the product you intended, and it seemed almost completely fruitless.

This piece has been months in the making, all of the planning and plotting and working out kinks, and now that it’s almost done it, it seems to you like it’s all wrong.

You looked up and rubbed at your eyes, only to make eye contact with the campus cryptic himself.

Idia looked nervous, holding his tablet with a delicate grasp as he stared at you. A moment later he yelped, eyes going wide.

“A-ah, Y/N, I’m sorry, I just- Ortho came through here earlier? And I-I, I, um…” the tips of his hair began to blush like pink as his eyes darted everywhere but your face.

A moment of staring at him too long made him look ready to run before you snapped out of it. “It’s alright. Idia, right?”

He looked slightly more panicked, “Uh- uh, yeah, I am. You know me?”

You nodded with a light smile, “I know we haven’t met in person before, but I hear a lot about you from Ortho. You know me?”

He hummed, tight and high, and nodded jerkily, “You fought the overblots, everyone knows about you.”

You smiled easily, though there was a bit of sadness, “A shame. I’m sure you’ve heard terrible things about me.” You teased.

“Only good! I promise.” He said slightly too loud before sitting down across the cafeteria table from you. “I hope you don’t m…mind. Ortho told me that there was someone doing art over here and- I, uh, I wanted to know more.” He finally broke into a soft smile, though he was overall very stiff.

You laughed and shrugged, “I wouldn’t say it’s art, but you’re welcome to watch. This has been taking me forever and it just looks…awful.”

Idia looked between you and your work for a moment, “I think it looks nice.” He said earnestly.

You laughed a little, but when you looked to him it died. “Really?”

He nodded eagerly, “Yeah! I mean, I watch a lot of anime, a-and I have a really strong, uh, appreciation for stuff like this, yknow?” He said nervously, fiddling with his tablet.

He looked nervous s you admitted, “I don’t like it. It’s…wrong. I as going for a different vibe and it just…missed its mark.”

You smiled as he typed at lighting speed and the tablet spoke for him, launching into a passionate soliloquy about art in all forms

“No matter what, art is really important. I think all art is important, good or bad. Picasso’s art was kinda shit, yknow? But it spawned a whole art movement, so clearly it’s worth something to someone. So everything has its place. I really like gothic cyberpunk art but there’s people out there that like minimalism, so I guess…” Idia looked up from his tablet, thinking, “You might think your art is bad, but maybe you’re looking at it wrong. Maybe the boundaries you’re setting on yourself is the issue, not the art.”

Lilia and Silver

Silver rested under a tree next to you as Lilia say behind you, braiding flowers into a flower crown, occasionally holding it up to your head to make sure it would fit.

“You have to rest,” they said, “You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends.”

Lilia hummed a song he heard a lifetime ago as he worked, being careful not to tug your hair or get too loud as he smoothed your hair and gently placed the flower crown on your head. It was relaxing like this, even when your hands itched to get back to work.

Lilia must have noticed, leaning down to guide your fingers from where they were fidgeting to lay them flat in the grass.

“Y/N, it’s time to rest. You can work when we get back, but you must take a break.”

You frowned and turned to face him, “I don’t want to take a break, I want to finish this project.”

He tutted and shook his head, “Raise your chin and look around. Tell me what you see.”

You sighed and looked around, beginning to list everything you could see, “I see trees, the sky, clouds, grass, Silver sleeping under a tree, some flowers-“

Lilia began to laugh heartily, “You don’t need to tell me, I can see too.”

You huffed, “So what do you want me to do then?”

He sighed, “You’re running yourself ragged. Humans don’t live long, how will you enjoy your time alive if you spent it tucked away on your lonesome?”

You shrugged, “I’m not exactly enjoying a lot now.”

Lilia pet your hair, “That seems to be the issue, my dear. Now, look around again if you’re so persistent to work,” he leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, “What do you see?”

“I already told you,” your groaned, exasperated.

“What does the world look like right now?”

You sighed and began to contemplate it.

It’s a lovely 68 degrees (Fahrenheit) with a light chill that stung the face slightly. The sun was shedding golden rays that danced through the treetops, tiptoeing playfully along the long, reedy grass. Soft moss grew up the side of the tree Silver was (previously) sleeping under, cradling his head like an earthy pillow. Several patches of grass were flattened into circles that were surely made by an animal, but looked like the soft fur of the forest herself. Ravens above head cawed as they took flight. The cicadas buzzed their merry tune as ants carried away pocket crumbs. A deer was just on the edge of the clearing, watching while munching on some shrubbery.

The flowers that surrounded them were stunning. Growing freely were dandelions, clover, chickweed, violets, black eyed Susan’s, Queen Anne’s lace, wildflowers, chicory, buttercups, and milkweed. Nearby were cattails, elderberries, wild strawberries, button mushrooms, and alliums of all kinds. The air was sweet with the scent of honey and fresh air.

As you took a deep breath, you turned to find Lilia and Silver smiling at you.

“Back to twisted wonderland?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, thanks Lilia.”

He nodded and the three of you sat there for longer, chatting about random everyday nothings, eventually falling into comfortable silence as you watched the sun begin to disappear and night begin to fall.

“It’s time we get back,” Silver stated, “It’ll be easy to get lost in the dark.”

You nodded and began to pack up everything (which was like, a blanket and some snacks) and make your way back to campus.

“Hey,” Silver said softly, wrapping a protective arm around your back, “I know what you’ve been feeling.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I often feel like I’m not doing good enough. Like I should be able to do more. But it’s a lot like Lilia said, you can’t get caught up in the ‘should’s. Be proud of what you can do, Y/N. You’re insanely creative and massively talented. You’ve persevered through so much. And aside from that, you can’t improve if your well-being is put to the wayside. It’s like…” he paused, “it’s like asking a horse to race when it hasn’t been fed in a while. It may be able to do it, but it could also simply harm the animal, and it’s unlikely they will do well regardless. Take care of yourself.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes before nodding, and tugged him into a side hug. “Thanks, Silver. You always know just what to say.”

He nodded and gave a little smile as you walked back to campus. Lilia trailed behind quietly, proud of both of you.

Deuce

“Prefect! Look!” Deuce yelled as he ran up to you excitedly, tugging you along toward a throng of students.

“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to keep up with Deuce.

“Test rankings are up, I’m so excited.”

You hummed as you made your at through the crowd to where you could see the results.

43rd on the list with 87% was Deuce Spade.

He cheered wildly, grinning at you, “Look! I’m on the list!”

You smiled back, only to hear some snobby comment about how “it’s not even that high up, dude.”

You turned to face the person, ready to light into him when Deuce grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away.

“Don’t.” He said softly, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” You argued, “nobody gets to talk shit about my friend and get away with it.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “it doesn’t matter to me. I’m happy I made it in top 50. I can’t wait to tell my mom!”

You looked confused for a moment, “it…it doesn’t bother you that you’re not higher up?”

He looked confused in turn, “No? This is higher than I thought I would be. I’m just glad to know I’m improving.”

You hummed and thought for a moment, leaning in to hug him.

He accepted it happily, though still confused, and hugged back tight, “Prefect, what’s up with this? Not that I’m complaining, but…”

You shrugged, “I think I just…I’m always thinking about what other people want from me. It makes me miserable. But to see you so happy about just getting what you want…” you looked back toward the list, “sorry if that sounded insulting, I meant it genuinely.”

He shrugged, “It’s good. But yeah, you just gotta block out those guys. I remember when I thought it was cool to be an asshole and tear down other people and just hate everything and…it really didn’t make me happy. But I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do. And then I stopped, and I went for something I want. Something I can be proud of, and I can make my mom proud of too. It’s not easy, always, but…it makes me happy. So I think it’s worth it.”

You stared at him and nodded, “yeah, that sounds nice. I wanna try some of that.”

He laughed, “want me to tutor you? I’d be glad to.”

“I think my study is gonna take a long time, but, it’ll be worth it. Especially if you’re there to help.”

He looked a little surprised before grinning, bumping your shoulders together, “We can be study buddies! Start a club. The ‘getting better together’ club.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[cosmicbrowniefan]

IM BACK FOR MORE i have an order for some domestic byler headcanons with FLUFF and a side of their daily routines 🧐

yep yep yep i got you!! so for this headcanon set i'm putting mike and will as fresh out of college and living in their first apartment together. they both have jobs at the same high school, mike as an english teacher and will as an art teacher.

just gonna walk you through a day in the life here

so neither of them are morning people

but especially not will

he is surprisingly harder to wake than mike

(well, that's not entirely true. mike is hard as shit to wake when he's on his own, but when he's waking up next to will and is responsible for both of them getting to work on time, he's better at getting up)

so mike gets up first and he always gives will a forehead kiss every morning :')

then he goes and gets a shower, and once he gets out he gently wakes will up and tells him it's time to get ready

to which will whines a bit but does get up

while will's showering, mike makes them both coffee and packs their lunches for the day

then will gets out of the shower and takes his coffee from mike and gives him a kiss on the cheek and makes them breakfast

and they sit down and eat and wake up a bit and chat about their plans for the day

then will helps mike tie his tie :( because even though he doesn't have to be formal every day mike likes wearing ties to work :(( but he doesn't know how to tie them and every time he's tried to learn it ends in disaster so will does it for him :(((((((((((

after they're done getting ready will checks to make sure they both have everything they need while mike warms up the car

then they go and drive to school together

(mike drives to school, will drives home)

and they give each other a little kiss before heading in and going to their respective classrooms

will almost always has a fresh bouquet of flowers on his desk from mike

mike is constantly replenishing them, even though will reminds him that they're broke bc they're fresh out of college and they're living on teacher's salaries and they're paying rent, but mike tells him that he can put no price on the smile will gets when he sees new flowers on his desk

will doesn't have much room to speak, though, because he's constantly restocking mike's mini-fridge with his favorite foods and drinks

they have lunch together :') and catch each other up on how their days have been going :')

after school, mike meets will in his classroom and they head out together

when they get back to their apartment, mike lays down on the couch while will makes dinner

after dinner they typically lounge around for a bit, then sometimes they'll go to a store or watch a movie or go on a drive or do something else spontaneous and random (because they're still fresh out of college and wanna have fun, ya know?)

they get in bed together at night and put on some random tv show and talk while grading mike's papers together (almost all of will's assignments are graded in school, since most of them are projects)

will has a book of stickers that he uses to grade mike's papers with and yells at mike whenever he forgets to give someone a sticker

after they're done, they turn the lights off and lay down and spoon/cuddle until they fall asleep

and then they do it all again the next day :)

bonus: their students ship them, but have NO IDEA that they're already together. some of them have caught the two driving to/from school together, but mike and will pass it off by saying they're neighbors. until. one day will comes in wearing a ring

(i could make a fic of that and honestly, i'm considering it)

i am so sorry if i took this in a different direction than you wanted but i hope you enjoy regardless!! if anyone has any more headcanon requests pls feel free to drop them in my ask box :)

[fett-djarin]

Stress Relief

Here it is! This is entirely self indulgent and filthy! Im a wh*re for the croissant guards

Also I headcanon Fox looking like how amikoroyoaiart draws him. her art is so good!

Commander Fox x f!reader

Crossposted on ao3

Rating: 18+

Length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: Oral (m receiving), that good sloppy toppy, office sex, cursing, light grinding, making out

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Bringing the Guard their morning caf had become a tradition, of sorts. You knew the caf in the mess wasn’t good--in fact, it was barely even palatable. When you first started as a new secretary, it had been your timid way of offering friendship to the imposing troopers who worked so hard to keep the planet safe. They warmed to you quickly. Thire was the first to remove his helmet in front of you, plonking it down on your desk and taking a long pull of caf barely a second after you handed it to him. At your stunned look, he had just raised a brow and said, “Long patrol last night,” with a shrug.

As the others had become more comfortable with you, you had seen most of them without their buckets at some point--except for Fox. He always took his caf with a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” and retreated to his office. You knew it was against regulation for them to remove their helmets while they were on duty. But even when you dropped off the caf in his office, he was at his desk with his helmet on.

“He keeps it on so you can’t tell if he’s actually asleep,” Thorn told you one day. “I suspect he even does it while we’re standing guard sometimes.” You laughed aloud at that. The serious Commander Fox, asleep standing up. He was right though, you never would be able to tell.

The first time Fox removed his helmet in front of you, you hadn’t expected the gray dusting his temples, but honestly you weren’t surprised. The poor man was stressed beyond belief and worked half to death. You were more surprised that he finally did it in the first place. Fox sighed, running a hand through his unruly curls, before taking the caf and giving you a tired smile. He thanked you by name that time. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

From then on, he had been without it more when you went into his office. You even caught him sleeping once--head resting on his folded arms, bucket set next to him--and had done your best to deliver the caf without waking him. Maker knew he needed the sleep more than he needed hot caf--if Thorn hadn’t told you he snuck naps with the helmet on, you would think he ran off caf and stubborn will alone.

One morning, after you had passed out caf to the others--and a little cup of whipped cream for Grizzer--Fox hadn’t made an appearance, so you made your way to his office to drop it off. You knocked lightly on the door. “Come in,” his gruff voice called, and the door slid aside. You smiled at him, noting the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at seeing it was just you. You set the cup down on his desk. You had just turned when a touch on your wrist stopped you.

Fox was looking up at you, helmet cocked to the side. “You know you don’t have to bring us caf every time you work, right? The boys better not be nagging you for it.”

“I know,” you said. “I enjoy doing it. And it’s the least I could do.”

“The least you could do?”

“You all work so hard. You deserve more, even if it’s just better caf.”

He squeezed your wrist gently. “You don’t owe us anything. It is our duty to the Republic--”

“I know, Fox,” you tried to hide your grin, and failed. “But you’re also my friends.”

That seemed to surprise him, hand falling from your wrist as he sat back in his chair and regarded you curiously. You made your way back to the door, pausing in the entryway and looking back over your shoulder.

“Have a good morning, Commander.”

“...You as well, ma’am.”

The door slid shut behind you. Fox slipped his helmet off, setting it on his desk and staring hard at the door you had disappeared through. His eyes flicked to the paper cup of steaming caf, brows furrowed.

It was the first time you had called him by his name.

Friends?

----

After that day, Fox seemed to be trying to talk to you more. Instead of taking his caf and running off, he would stay, either to chat or just hang around for a minute with you and the other Guards. Stone nudged Thire, who nudged Thorn, and they all looked over to where Fox leaned his hip casually against your desk and you were laughing at something he said.

“Did someone replace Fox while we weren’t looking?” Thire questioned under his breath.

“I’ve never seen him so...cheery,” Stone said.

You smiled up at Fox, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. They watched as your fingers grazed the back of his hand where it rested on your desk. “Think something’s goin’ on between those two?” Thorn asked, gesturing vaguely over towards you and Fox with his cup.

“Absolutely.” Thire didn’t hesitate to answer.

The three quickly snapped to attention as Fox excused himself, heading their direction. You gave them a small wave. Thorn was about to wave back before Thire thumped him in the arm.

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” Fox grumbled as he passed them, heading to his office. “Get to it.” You hid your laugh behind your hand seeing the three Commanders scramble to disperse.

Evening rolled around, and you cocked your head side to side, stretching your neck and shoulders. You had been going over forms all day, datapad after datapad, organizing reports and requests for the Chancellor and the Senate. Your shift was almost over, and you were getting ready to go home for the night.

Various members of the Guard had come and gone, leaving and returning from patrols. Senators and representatives had filtered through; less and less as the evening progressed. You were just getting ready to leave when Fox stalked through, back from his rounds, tense and practically vibrating with irritation. He didn't even spare you a glance as he disappeared into his office. If the doors weren't automatic, he likely would have slammed it shut.

You knew he had a thankless job--a job he had no say in having, either. Usually it was something to do with the Chancellor that got him so worked up. Half the time you thought Fox would strangle the man himself if he could. Maybe you should take Fox out to one of the cafes nearby, just for a second to breathe and not carry the weight of the Guard on his shoulders. Was that against regulation? It might be better to invite him back to your apartment. Or did that imply too much?

You pushed yourself up from your chair, mind made up. He could always say no. You wouldn’t be offended.

You paused outside the door to his office, listening carefully. You couldn’t hear anything from the other side. So, you knocked.

“What.” Fox’s biting tone surprised you, but you didn’t take it personally.

“Commander? I...It’s me,” you said hesitantly, and then wanted to smack yourself. Confidence. “Is everything alright?”

No response. You took the silence as a sign that he wasn’t interested in talking. That was fine. You didn’t want to impose if he needed time to himself. The door slid open just as you had stepped back, intending to leave. Fox sighed, jerking his head to direct you inside.

The door shut behind you, and Fox sat heavily in his chair at the desk. Another deep sigh, and his shoulders slumped. He pulled his helmet off, setting it aside, and you caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes before he put his head in his hands.

“Commander Fox?” You took a tentative step forward, so you were close enough to reach out and touch his shoulder.

He looked up at you. There was still tension lining his shoulders, hands flexing into fists and then relaxing. Stress. He opened his mouth to say something, frowned, and then closed it again. He cleared his throat. “Did you need something?” You could tell he was making an effort to soften his voice, likely as to not snap at you again.

“I just wanted to check in, sir,” you said, coming around the desk to stand next to him, leaning your weight against it. “It looked like something was bothering you.”

He waved his hand in the air vaguely, brows pinched. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ you’re not one of my men.” He looked like he was debating saying more, so you waited patiently, quietly, hoping he recognized that you were here to listen if he so needed.

“As you likely know, there’s a gala coming up. Senators, politicians, ambassadors, Jedi….” Fox huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s going to be a security nightmare. And the Chancellor,” he spat, venom in his voice, “has been on my case about patrols and the Guard. Always demanding more. We’re spread too thin, and not getting the support we need--” he cut himself off. He was getting himself worked up again.

You placed your hand over his where it was clenched into a fist on the desk. It relaxed under your touch. Fox heaved another sigh mixed with a groan. “I’m behind on paperwork too,” he glared at the stack of datapads sitting to the side. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to find the time to do everything.”

“Hmm,” you reached over and picked up one of the datapads, skimming through it, hopping up so you were now sitting on the desk. It was just a patrol report that needed Fox’s signature before being filed. “What’s your CC number?”

“CC-1010,” he answered instantly, then regarded you with suspicion. “Why?”

You signed the bottom of the form: CC-1010, “Fox,” and submitted it.

“What are you doing?” his voice seemed to have kicked up an octave.

“Helping you with your work. I deal with paperwork and holoforms all the time,” you said, picking up another datapad and scanning through the information. “Most of the time it’s to make sure there’s a document trail. Most of these probably don’t need an in-depth review, they’re not important. They just go in the archives and are never looked at again.”

“I--you--that’s illegal,” he sputtered. But he seemed more surprised than serious.

You raised a brow at him, signing his designation and name once again before submitting the next form. “Are you going to arrest me?”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate. Interesting. Then he had a thought. “Your handwriting doesn’t even look like mine.”

“Doesn’t it?” you showed him where you had signed. It was almost identical to his scrawling script. His eyes flicked between the form and your face, incredulity on his features.

“How…?”

You shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always been good at. Saved me a lot of trouble as a kid when I needed my parents to sign for something at school. Especially when it was a disciplinary note.” Fox barked a disbelieving laugh at that and you couldn’t help your sly smile. “Even if I didn’t mimic your signature, no one would notice. Or care. You could mark the lines with an X and it would go through; it’s only the acknowledgement they care about. You can even draw a loth-cat face and have that be in the archive forever as a signature.”

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened with a chuckle. “Some of these aren’t just patrol reports though. I actually have to read through the more important ones.”

You handed him a holopad as you picked up your third. “How’s this: we work on these together; if I find one that has important information or requires more than a signature, I’ll give it to you.”

He regarded you for a long moment, debating your offer. Some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders; he looked less tense, less overwhelmed, even less exhausted. Then he slowly nodded. “All right,” he said. “But you have to let me buy you coffee for once.”

“You don’t have to do that--”

“We’re friends. Right?”

That stopped you short. You did consider him and the other guards friends, but to hear him say that he also considered you one...it was nice. It made a pleasant warmth flutter in your stomach, and you couldn’t help your shy smile at his words. “Right,” you agreed. The soft upturn of his lips made your breath hitch. He looked so young when he smiled.

The two of you worked in companionable silence, steadily making your way through the stack of datapads. You had been correct--most of them were unimportant; standard reports and forms that required a signature purely for protocol. Every once in a while you handed one over to Fox for him to read through. Slowly, your free hands had crept together, and Fox hoped to the Maker that you didn’t notice how warm his cheeks had gotten. 

Your thumb rubbed soothing circles over the back of his hand, and he didn’t notice he was staring at the way your fingers moved rather than reading through the form you handed him until you cleared your throat. “Fox?” you asked quietly. His gaze landed on your lips. He wanted you to keep saying his name, he wanted to hear it again and again--

You brushed a stray curl back from his forehead. A tug on your arm had you stumbling forward off-balance, and you would have fallen if strong arms had not wrapped around you and pulled you into an armored chest. Heat rushed to your face at the new position you found yourself in: sat in Fox’s lap, his hand still entwined with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It was gentle, soft. His lips pressed to yours chastely, far more gently than you expected him to be, and you felt the datapad fall from your hand. The sharp clatter of it hitting the ground made Fox pull back, but then you grasped the back of his neck, twining your fingers in his curls, and pulled him back to your mouth. He tossed his own back on the desk with a groan as your lips met again.

You licked the seam of his lips, and he opened for you. Fox was content to let you lead. His hand gripped your hip, and he sighed into your kisses, melting from your affection. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that--tasting, breathing each other in, sharing languid kisses full of pent-up desire.

His wild curls were soft in your fingers, and he all but purred when you lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. The hard plastoid of his thigh plates was uncomfortable underneath you, and you shifted your hips slightly in an effort to find a more comfortable spot. The breath hissed out through Fox's teeth, and your face flushed with warmth realizing you had brushed against his codpiece. His fingers tightened on your hip and thigh, pulling you towards him, encouraging your hips to roll against him again.

It was an awkward angle, with you sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, but from the hitch in Fox’s breathing it was doing something for him. You hummed into his mouth before pushing yourself up, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you swung one leg over so you were now straddling him, chest to chest.

“Better?” he rumbled, nipping your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. You squeaked as his palms cupped and squeezed your ass, tugging you closer. Both of you basked in each other's eager little breaths and soft noises, hungry and wanting for more.

"Mhmm." The new position allowed you to feel the firmness of Fox's codpiece against your center when you pressed your hips into his. Fox really appreciated the new position, with your tits against his chest and free access to grope your ass. He almost whined into your mouth at the steady slow grind you started against him.

You wanted to hear that noise again. An idea struck you. You wanted to taste him. One more deep kiss, then you shimmied back off his lap. Fox made a noise of protest and tried to pull you back to him, but you just grinned and shooed his hands away. The floor was cold on your knees as you settled between his spread legs.

“What are you--oh,” he cut off with a harsh breath as your deft fingers unclasped his codpiece and tossed it away. Immediately, your palm cupped the warm bulge at the front of his blacks. He shifted in his seat, and you noticed his cheeks and ears had flushed a shade darker. How cute.

“Commander,” you purred, slowly stroking him through the fabric.

“Y-yes, cyare?” His hands flexed at the arms of his chair. He was struggling to not reach out and pull you back on his lap. Normally so composed, Fox now looked wrecked with his lips slightly parted, kiss-swollen, and hair mussed.

“Will you let me suck your cock?”

Fox spluttered and fumbled at your bluntness. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, still slowly stroking him over his blacks. You could see him fighting with himself. Maker, he wanted it. He wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his length. But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to--he also desperately wanted to pleasure you.

“Please?” you leaned forward and mouthed at his clothed erection, letting your spit soak the fabric. Your eyes locked with his, looking up at him with your best faux-innocent look, like you had no idea what you were doing to him. But Maker, you were hungry. You wanted him.

“Fuck,” the word sounded as if it had been punched out of him. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the rich brown of his irises. “Fuck, yes--”

You wasted no time in tugging the band of his blacks down. A shiver worked its way through him; seeing you on your knees in front of him was a dream--a dirty little fantasy he would never admit to. Many nights alone in his quarters or in the showers he had roughly fisted his cock to the thought of you in situations that were most definitely unprofessional, biting the back of his hand to keep his noises at bay. And now here you were, the sweet secretary, making his dreams become reality.

The sliver of warm skin revealed to you made you instantly want more, and you couldn’t stop from pressing a light kiss to his hip. Then you eased his leaking cock from his blacks. Fox hissed in a breath through his teeth as your hand loosely wrapped around him, pumping his length slowly. The precum that dribbled from the tip slicked your grip. He was thick and firm in your hand, like velvet-wrapped durasteel.

The first stroke of your tongue against his cock made him curse. You licked slowly, working your way from tip to base and back, tracing the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Taking the head of his cock in your mouth, you tasted the salty tang of the precum that leaked from him. When you hummed around him, his hand shot to your hair, fingers winding through the strands. He didn’t push you down or pull you away; instead, he merely just...held on.

Fox’s breathing kicked up watching you worship his cock with your tongue and hands. You enjoyed watching him try to hold himself together, slowly making him fall apart piece by piece. Your head bobbed up and down his length, each time taking more of him. Your hand continued to pump and work the rest you hadn’t fit in your mouth. He breathed out a string of words in a language you didn’t understand, but from the tone it sounded like he was praising you.

All his little noises were making the heat coil in your core. Wetness pooled between your legs, and you clenched your thighs together for the slightest bit of relief. You closed your eyes to concentrate, focusing on the weight of his cock on your tongue, the heat of his body. You slowly took more of him in your mouth until you felt his tip bump the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose. Fighting off your gag reflex, you swallowed around him.

“Shit! Shit, mesh’la--” Fox cried out above you, feeling your throat constrict around his length. He tugged gently on your hair, and you pulled off him with a gasp. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” It was meant to be a warning, but he sounded too breathless for it to carry any weight.

“But Commander,” you looked up at him, enveloping the tip of his cock in the heat of your mouth and gently sucking. His thighs twitched under your hands, cock throbbing, and you pulled off with an obscene pop. “That’s the best part.”

You were messy, letting saliva drip from your mouth and down his cock. You sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of his length until it was sopping. When you ducked down to take his balls in your mouth, his breath hitched, hand tightening in your hair, and a low moan came from him.

“Gedet’ye, mesh’la, gedet’ye--” Fox choked out.

“Hm?” You pulled back, hand wrapped around his cock and continued to pump him tightly. You twisted your wrist when your hand brushed over his head. He was panting lightly, and looked deliciously wrecked.

“Gedet’ye,” he said again, “please.”

You smiled at him, and he felt his heart jump. You looked filthy, lipstick--Coruscant guard red?--smeared, lips and chin wet with spit. “I want you to cum in my mouth, Fox.” Then you brought your mouth back to his cock and sucked, laving your tongue over the sensitive head as one hand stroked the base. The other came up to cradle his balls, and he was done for.

Fox cursed up a storm in both Basic and Mando’a, nearly doubling over as his orgasm was wrenched out of him by your clever mouth. You kept your gaze connected with his, eyes hazy and half-lidded. Warm spurts of his release filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down, milking his cock until he had nothing left. Subtly, you rubbed your thighs together, so turned on it nearly hurt. Seeing Fox fall apart for you stoked the fire of arousal in your core.

He had an arm thrown over his eyes as he slumped in his chair, chest heaving for breath. “Stars above, you’re going to kill me,” he said. You giggled, hands running soothing motions over his thigh plates, even though he couldn’t feel it through the plastoid. He looked boneless and sated, which was exactly your intention--well, part of your intention.

Then he was guiding you back up, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard. It was desperate, deep, filled with so much emotion that you couldn’t decipher it, you only knew that you felt the same. You moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, and you noticed the glint in his eye and his sly grin before he kissed you again, standing and guiding you back to sit on his desk.

“Now it’s my turn.”