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LMK "Bad Weather" Season 1 Episode 1

day #93

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Hold Your Heart In My Hands

A JazzWave fic requested by @fanficmaniatic | @karday 

General content warning for blood and tending to an injury.

In the surveillance room, Soundwave often found solace from his rowdy compatriots. No one bothered to step foot inside, not even his cassettes who were frankly too nosy for their own good. If anyone did accidentally enter the infamous surveillance room, they were subject to an interrogation from the Decepticon’s intimidating communications officer. Soundwave wasn’t stupid–he knew that not many aboard the Nemesis truly enjoyed his company. They were too put off by his stilted speech, his silent E.M. field, and his blank stare to attempt any friendly banter let alone stumble upon his secret sanctuary.

Of course, the surveillance room was the one place on the Nemesis that didn’t have any cameras monitoring it. Not even the hallway directly outside the door had a screen to display movement. With three vents leading to the room and how much time Soundwave spent inside it, it would be embarrassingly easy to off such an important member of Decepticon high command. Not that Soundwave was worried. He could handle almost anyone among their ranks and it wasn’t like the Autobots had enough gall to attack their vessel.

A tiny noise filtered through one of the vents. Soundwave stared at it as the sound of metal against metal slowly increased in volume until the vent cover popped off with a resounding slam! He sighed, covering his visor with his servo. Another clang echoed in the room as something much heavier than a vent cover landed on the floor. Soundwave dragged his servo across his faceplate. He should’ve erased the mech’s damn memory of this route. It would’ve been simple enough to restrain him, open up his helm, pick apart his processor to locate and lock the strain in his core files.

Instead, Soundwave snapped at the mech on his floor, “Jazz: not welcome here.”

Jazz smirked at Soundwave. He moved so his spinal strut rested against the wall. “C’mon, mech. You didn’t say that last time–”

“Jazz: desist,” Soundwave hissed to the spy’s amusement.

They both knew there would be no removing Jazz by physical means before he wanted to leave. Soundwave turned back to his wall of monitors. If Jazz insisted on staying, then Soundwave needed to do his best to ignore him. His optics followed the movements on the screens. Skywarp was testing her teleportation limits with Shockwave, Rumble and Frenzy were running from an oil-slicked Starscream, Shadow Striker raced through the halls, narrowly dodging mechs walking through the hallways, Hook removed a rogue missile from Vortex’s chassis–

A sharp tug at Soundwave’s processor nearly made him fall forward from the sudden abrasiveness of it. He managed to stay upright but his frame locked up. The pull dissipated to a weak pulse of energy. Soundwave had felt sensations much stronger than it many times outside the surveillance room. A damaged mech on the battlefield automatically requesting medical aid from a grievous injury, a cassette shot down while performing reconnaissance–they always released a distressing field to garner pity from nearby mechs.

Soundwave whipped around to stare down at Jazz who, while not under the Decepticon’s watchful gaze, had let his faceplate slip into a grimace. All at once, Soundwave realized Jazz’s E.M. field loosened from its tight shield held close to the mech’s plating and it was suddenly too difficult to ignore. The third in command moved without conscious thought, dropping to kneel beside the Autobot that had invaded the Nemesis time and time again.

“Jazz: injured?” Soundwave tried cautiously.

He had seen the other mech on the battlefield enough times to know that Jazz acted like a cybercat when hurt–he’d slink off when no one was paying attention to tend to his own wounds.

Once, in the aftermath of a particularly brutal battle, Soundwave went searching for a cassette that had gone missing in the fray. Instead, he had found Jazz splayed out on the ground with a giant chunk of his spinal strut sparking, incapable of movement. He could’ve terminated the mech–no one had ever caught the elusive Jazz with his guard down–but when Soundwave raised his blaster, Jazz merely tilted his helm back. As if the matter of deactivation was beyond him.

It irked him. It set off alarms across his HUD. Yet…

Soundwave had healed Jazz that day. Behind a cracked rock, Soundwave welded some wires closed–a butchered job at field medicine but it allowed the Autobot to crawl back to a real medic.

Now, Jazz winced, tilting his helm away. “Hope that offer’s still on the table. Even though we’re not… you know.”

Soundwave sighed in exasperation. Leave it to Jazz to use the worst words to describe their–don’t call it a relationship, it’s not a damned courtship–liaison. That was worse. He grabbed at Jazz’s arm, popping a piece of armor off to reveal the medical ports hidden beneath.

“Hey.” Jazz attempted to pull his arm back but his strength was waning. “Not even gonna offer a mech some energon first?”

Yes, Soundwave thought bitterly as he jammed one of his plugs into Jazz’s medical port, this was definitely worse. He ignored the other mech’s comments as he called upon the frame’s diagnostic data. His HUD lit up in an instant with notifications. He went through them, noting any concerning input before coming across a notice flashing red across his visor. A laceration in the upper chassis caused by rapid and continued movement jostling an embedded–

“You were shot?” Soundwave suddenly hissed, surprise overriding his vocalizer patch. He tried to look at Jazz in the optics but the spy kept avoiding his gaze. “Jazz: found by Decepticons?” His processor ran a mile a minute, formulating scenarios that would end in this exact outcome. He had never asked what brought the spy to his surveillance room that one fateful night, what kept him coming back for more, out of respect for both their sensitive jobs, but now Soundwave couldn’t help but wonder who among his ranks shot his–

“Not a Decepticon,” Jazz hissed. “An Autobot.”

“Oh.” That silenced Soundwave’s processor for a moment. Then it only piqued his interest. “Autobots: subject to insubordination?”

If the Autobots began attacking their own, they might be even easier to fell in a sweep led by Starscream should Megatron allow it…

A digit tapped Soundwave’s helm, bringing him back to the conversation. Right. Jazz was injured. And Soundwave was already planning the Autobots’ demise. He reset his vocalizer to ensure it didn’t needlessly glitch out on him again.

Before he had a chance to say anything, Jazz smirked at him and asked, “Soundwave: apologetic?”

The Decepticon couldn’t help the way his pauldrons hiked in his embarrassment. It was a far cry from a perfect mimicry of his voice but it didn’t need to be to get the point across. Instead of deigning Jazz with a proper response, he finally located the bullet wound and dug his digits in. Jazz hissed, batting at his arm.

“Easy, mech.”

“Jazz: not easy,” Soundwave mocked. He pressed his free servo against the other mech’s collar faring as his digits searched for the bullet.

It felt odd to be sticking his servo somewhere so close to Jazz’s spark, like an uncomfortable pinch to his sensornet’s common stimuli. This close, he couldn’t ignore the normally silent spy. Not just his words–Jazz’s entire frame seemed to work under the assumption that no one was authorized to listen to it. So the freed E.M. field, the frantic and nonsensical thought processes filtering through his audials, were… odd to say the least. He couldn’t mention it aloud, though. Knowing the intelligence officer, he’d scare the poor mech away by mentioning any of his internal functions.

Soundwave’s digits knocked against something. He checked Jazz’s faceplate and when he didn’t contort it any more than it already was, Soundwave grasped the object. It was small, solid–the bullet. As he began to remove it, Jazz’s servo covered his. He paused, staring at the Autobot’s blank visor. “Bullet: needs to be removed. Frame nanites cannot begin self-healing with alien object obstructing their–”

Jazz gritted his dentae to ignore the pain. “If that bullet comes out, you’re gonna have worse problems than a dead Autobot on your hands.”

“Earth slang,” Soundwave tutted.

At that, Jazz grinned. “This Earth slang got pretty far with you, didn’t it?”

Soundwave twisted his digits. “Desist,” he ordered.

“Scrap. I got the message, mech.” Jazz pushed at Soundwave’s arm. They were still attached. Somehow, that was more embarrassing than being servo-deep in the mech’s chassis. “‘s a tracking bullet.”

The Decepticon froze. An Autobot shot Jazz with a tracking bullet. An Autobot shot Jazz with a tracking bullet. Soundwave’s frame moved subconsciously, pressing the blaster he kept tucked away in his subspace against Jazz’s mandible. The barrel forced Jazz to tilt his helm back. He batted at Soundwave’s arm like he wasn’t being held at gunpoint. Like Soundwave wasn’t flinging his energon everywhere.

“Relax,” Jazz insisted, hissing low. “It won’t send a locator beacon.” He pushed at Soundwave’s arm–not the one aiming a gun at his helm. No. The one still forming a medical connection between the two mechs. “My security protocols deactivated my internal locator beacon millennia ago. Which means,” he drawled, visor flickering, “the bullet’s signal is blocked as long as it’s in my frame.”

It made sense, Soundwave reasoned with all of his processing that still argued to kill Jazz–annihilate the enemy, the threat to his cassettes. He shook his helm. Those logic strains were based on irrational emotions. It wouldn’t do him well to give them any credence. Still, his blaster remained where it was. “Jazz: true purpose for coming here. Answer now.”

Usually, anyone–Autobot and Decepticon–trembled at the rumble in Soundwave’s glyphs when he took on a threatening tone. Under normal circumstances, the Decepticon’s third in command could paint fear in the spark of any mech he spoke to.

Jazz was not an average mech.

His servo tugged at Soundwave’s, pulling it closer to his chassis. “Gonna make me say it, huh.” He wasn’t asking. He knew. Soundwave wasn’t the type of mech to do anything unless he was asked and he would make Jazz ask. “You’ve got those seismic waves, right? I’ve seen you use them on the battlefield. Destroyed everything in your path.” He pressed Soundwave’s servo flat against his wound. “Think you can focus that right here for me?”

Soundwaves were catastrophic weapons. They could deactivate an entire squadron of mechs in a matter of kliks. Soundwave only used the trick when under extreme stress, when he believed he had nothing left to lose. He attempted to separate himself from Jazz. “Seismic waves: incredibly damaging.”

But Jazz didn’t seem to comprehend the magnitude of his request. He pressed forward, clutching Soundwave’s servo. “When used by a random mech, sure. You’re not just anybody, Sounds.” His glyphs turned to a soft buzzing static as he said the Decepticon’s designation. It left Soundwave checking to see if the noise had knocked his gyros off kilter. “C’mon. You can focus that power here, can’t you?”

“Jazz: requires medical assistance,” Soundwave tried instead. He couldn’t escape Jazz’s iron-clad grip on his servo but knew that if Jazz persisted, it wouldn’t end well. He could deactivate him. “Soundwave: incapable of completing request.”

“Hey,” came Jazz’s gentle voice. Soundwave silently cursed how the tender intonation made it so his spark eased in its casing. The Autobot reached for his other servo, the one holding the blaster. It fell with a clatter as Jazz slid his digits across his palm and intertwined their digits. “Use that big, beautiful processor of yours. I know you’re still searching through our connection. You’ve gotta be able to see my spark readings. What do they say?”

Despite the uneasiness that continued to plague Soundwave’s field, he listened to Jazz. It was simple enough to pull the information from their link. His visor dimmed as the readings filled his HUD.

He froze.

Although Jazz was suffering from an injury, trapped under the stress from energon loss, his spark spun at an even pace. Soundwave’s visor brightened to the image of Jazz’s calm faceplate. 

“I trust you, Soundwave.”

Oh.

Oh.

And wasn’t that just a terrifying thing? Soundwave held his enemy’s life in his servos. He didn’t even want to take it–what kind of Decepticon was he? He stared at where his servo still covered Jazz’s wound, then at the rapidly dimming blue visor.

“Soundwave: will try,” he said slowly.

The smile Jazz threw his way sent his spark spinning again. He busied himself by building up seismic waves to the speed of his spark. A low, constant hum filled the surveillance room as the waves traveled through his arm. He increased the force, the hum turning into a deep, plating-rattling rumble. Multiple pop-ups filled his HUD. He cleared them before they could convince him to stop. The bullet was deteriorating from the collisions. Soundwave could do this. He could do this for Jazz. Red flashed across his optics as he doubled down. They only needed to hold out just a bit longer. He watched the last pieces of the tracking bullet evaporate, entering Jazz’s fuel lines to be discarded.

Soundwave did it.

He saved Jazz.

“Jazz–!”

The glyphs turned into a frenzied static as Soundwave finally looked at Jazz’s grey visor. All too suddenly, the sensation of the other mech’s limp grip registered to Soundwave’s overtaxed processor. An odd, warbled noise echoed in the surveillance room. It took him a moment to realize that the sound came from him.

“Jazz,” he whispered, leaning close to the other mech.

There wasn’t the comforting thrum of a spark easing into a normal spin rate, no readings going into the green as Jazz’s frame finally relaxed while its nanites worked to repair him–only silence.

“Jazz,” he tried again. “Jazz: respond.”

Nothing.

“Jazz,” his glyphs were basically static at that point, cracking from the force on his vocalizer, “respond.”

It felt like a cacophony of sensations–the hum of mechs speaking through the monitors, the constant buzz of the equipment, the erratic vents coming from Soundwave. He had to do something. But what? He was a communications officer. He managed surveillance. He couldn’t even perform basic field medicine, let alone reactivate a terminated mech.

“Jazz,” Soundwave sobbed.

His digits dug into the wound, energon already congealing at the opening. He hoped for a curse, a swat from the other mech’s servo for the harsh treatment. He searched through their medical link for any readings. The only reports that came up were the last spark notes, the speed of its spin, how it abruptly stopped–

Soundwave froze. He read the report, then read it again. Jazz’s spark skipped then skittered to a stop when Soundwave amped up his waves. Perhaps… he could use his waves to jumpstart Jazz’s spark.

It had to work.

It had to.

The release for Jazz’s chestplates was easy to find through their link. They opened with a hiss from the hydraulics already beginning to seize. Inside lay his spark–bright white, nearly blinding, but starting to dull by the klik. Soundwave pressed both his servos against it, wincing at the heat it gave off and the way Jazz’s arm came along with his. He released his seismic waves just as he had done before. His optics searched frantically for some sort of physical sign that it was working. When there was nothing, he searched through their connection. Jazz’s spark was stagnating–not brightening, not turning dull. Soundwave increased the power of his waves, ignoring the sound of their armor rattling against protoform.

And–

Frame reboot: successful.

Running diagnostics.

On instinct, Jazz dismissed the scans. His processor ached and the screenings usually didn’t tell him anything he couldn’t feel for himself.

Reinitializing diagnostic scans.

Now that was odd…

Jazz searched through his HUD for what was overriding his commands and found a basic connection formed between his medical ports and another mech. His processor lagged for a moment as it attempted to form the necessary logic strains to figure out what happened.

That’s when one hundred percent of the past however long hit him like a semi–Optimus had apologized for cycles after but, scrap, it still ached in his pelvic joints–

Jazz groaned. His helm fell back, clanging against the wall. “Pitslag. ‘s like Volcanicus stepped on me…” A firm weight shuffled in his lap. When he onlined his optics, he met Soundwave’s bright yellow gaze. “Hey, Sounds. I’m ‘nna guess everything went well.”

At first, Soundwave said nothing. Just kept his unwavering gaze set on Jazz’s faceplate. Then he raised a servo and pressed it against Jazz’s mandible, soft to start then firm once he realized Jazz wasn’t going to leave. A creaky, frail noise came from his vocalizer. All at once, he pressed forward, pulling Jazz closer.

“Jazz: functioning,” he whispered over and over again.

He pressed his mask to Jazz’s faceplate. It left the spy quite thrown for a loop. Jazz tried to turn and face Soundwave but was stopped by the Decepticon’s mouth on his–when’d he even lower his mask? His frame froze, hydraulics seizing with a whine. Soundwave was kissing him.

Soundwave was kissing him.

Since when–

Subconsciously, Jazz shook his helm. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth–earth slang–and offlined his optics. His arms came around Soundwave’s middle, his digits fitting into the grooves along the Decepticon’s spinal strut. The divide between his chassis and Soundwave’s was nonexistent, held together as they were. A ping came up on his HUD that he had finally reached an optimum internal temperature after rebooting. When Soundwave pulled away, Jazz felt dazed, confused. He didn’t bother to online his optics.

“You gotta tell me what happened.”

Soundwave slipped closer. “Request: later?”

“Later,” Jazz agreed. “Later.”

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

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our little secret | CL16

charles x female!reader / smau fic 

this was a request so thank you anon for providing the idea, i changed some of the detailing ever slightly to fit it more into the social media format but overall i followed the request so i hope i did it justice! 

as a bit of a background: you and charles have been together for a few years now, but nobody knows because they’ve kept their relationship secret from the f1 community and private from anyone who follows you. everything is going great until photos of you and charles on vacation get leaked. normally you’d deny it or ignore it but it was very obviously charles in the pictures which cause fans to go crazy, wanting to know everything ultimately resulting in you and charles deciding to go public and hoping for the best. oh and the request included having other drivers on the grid having gone through recent breakups which was another reason charles liked that your relationship was private. 

warnings: none, just pure fluff and charles being a simp for his girlfriend !! 

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f1fan: ILL TAKE THEM OFF YOUR HANDS CHARLES 

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landonorris: i’d prefer literally anything else but i guess you can give them to me 

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charlesleclercfan_: imagine running into charles leclerc while he’s shirtless? id pass away

pierregasly: photo creds would be nice..

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user44: whoever he is, he was raised right, that hand placement says everything and him holding y/n’s heels, god has favourites 

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“Merci mon amour” You smiled as he situated himself next to you in bed. Having been dating now for almost 3 years, you had picked up on french terms and were able to have small conversations only speaking French with Charles 

“I posted you on instagram” you told him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer into him but being careful not to spill the drink in your hands 

“Oh what did you post? My phones charging” he explained as you unlocked your phone and showed him the post you made for him “You’re now being referred to as mystery man” you chuckled. 

Out of all the names people had given him throughout the years, this was definitely your favourite. Charles also chuckled when he heard the name that was given to him 

“Can I ask you something?” Charles asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence passed between the two of you 

“Of course, what’s up?” you asked after taking a small sip of your tea “Do you ever think about going public with our relationship?” He followed up 

You turned to face him fully “Of course, mon amour but we both agreed it was better this way” You reiterated the promise you made early on in your relationship 

“I know but I hate that I cant comment on your posts or even post you myself” he sighed “I want to keep you safe but I also want the whole world to know you’re mine and I’m yours” he finished. 

“I know it’s not fair” you exclaimed while running your fingers through his hair, something you did for him when he was stressed or feeling anxious “I love you all the time though regardless if you post me or not you know that. Right?” You asked him 

“Of course I do” he told you in response closing his eyes feeling relaxed “One day we’ll go public. Im making you that promise” he told you opening his eyes again 

You smiled at him “Sounds like a beautiful promise” you responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek “As much as I would love to spend the rest of the night talking with you, you have to be at the airport early tomorrow” you reminded him as you stopped playing with his hair, to turn and put your mug on the bedside table next to your side of the bed, Charles putting his own mug on the table next to his side 

“Im gonna miss you” he told you when you were both situated in bed, the only source of light coming from the evening sky outside “Not as much as I’m gonna miss you” you told him, snuggling into his side while his arm pulled you closer to him. 

Even if you had been dating for awhile, the start of the race season was always a struggle, neither of you wanting to be apart for long periods of time but it was moments like these that you held close and savoured until the next time you could be this close again. 

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╰ yourusername: i know but soon you’ll be busy with media events, qualifying, racing and the time will go by quicker, i promise my love 

╰ charles_leclerc: facetime tonight so i can see your beautiful face ? 

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╰ yourusername: i’ll tell you everything on our facetime call, its a pretty cute story of how they met 

╰ charles_leclerc: okay but not as cute as when we met? right? 

╰ yourusername: oh never, we have the ultimate cutest first meet story 🤭

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f1fan: HE LOOKS SO WELL RESTED AND HAPPY, FERRARI YOU BETTER DO CHARLES JUSTICE THIS SEASON 

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Charles was standing with the other drivers, whenever the new season started they always had to do a bunch of media and although some drivers may hate how childish some of the antics were, overall it’s always a nice time getting to be in the same place as everyone and not be competing for once. 

Charles turned to George and Pierre who were in conversation with Carlos and Lando. Somehow they had gotten on the topics of relationships, Lando having told everyone that the girl he was seeing at the end of the previous season before the break, wasn’t in the picture anymore. 

“Aw mate I’m sorry” Charles told him “Its okay, we weren’t anything serious” Lando told him, seeming to be completely fine with the outcome. “Carlos how are you and your lady?” Lando asked Carlos taking the attention off of him 

“Ehh, its alright” Charles’ teammate answered the question directed at him “We barely talk and now with racing starting, I don’t see her sticking around much longer” he explained his current situation. 

To Charles it seemed as though everyone who had been relationships or atleast talking to someone, now had no one which made him a feel a bit guilty as he had been in a 2 year long relationship that none of them knew of. 

Later in the day, the guilt in Charles stomach only grew when he somehow found out 3 more drivers on the grids long term relationships had ended. He was feeling unnerved because it seemed as if there was some sort of relationship ruiner going through the paddock and he didn’t want to be the next victim. 

That night, he called you up, for a moment forgetting about the time change but remembering its only a small change. You answered after a few rings, you had your painting scrubs on indicating you had been working on a new piece of art 

“Hi mon amour” you exclaimed happy to see your boyfriend “I was just in the middle of painting, let me just take my scrubs off so I can move to the couch” You explained, Charles nodded his head acknowledging you

“Okay tell me how everything went today, I want to hear it all” you started talking again once you were situated on your couch. Charles started telling you about his day making sure to include what he learned about his fellow racers, which only caused you both to feel content keeping your relationship to yourselves. 

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f1updates: does anyone have any idea on who she is 

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user3: she’s pretty from what ive seen 

user22: i need to know everything 

ferrarifan: what i would give to have been a fly on the wall when charles found out these got leaked 

Charles was resting in his drivers room. He was trying to mediate which meant he had his phone silenced. This was something you started doing with him when he would get in his head about racing and it helped him regain his focus especially during the moments when he was to hard on himself.

He had been in here for probably 30 minutes before there was a rapid knock on the door “Charles, its Carlos can I come in?” his teammate asked from the other side 

“Yeah” Charles answered. Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room “Have you been on instagram?” Carlos asked holding his phone in his hand 

“No why?” Charles was confused, what was so important on there that had Carlos wondering of his activity on the app “You should see this” Carlos told him while passing him his opened phone. 

When Charles looked down and saw what he saw, he felt his heart stop. There you and him were on his boat, last summer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He scrolled through his tagged and it was flooded with the same pictures posted by various accounts 

“This isn’t good” he mumbled to himself as he passed Carlos his phone back so he could pick up his own phone. He went to go text you immediately when he remembered you had told him, you and your best friend were going camping for a few days which meant you wouldn’t have reception until you got back home. 

He opted to still text you something rather than nothing, that way you would see his message once you turned your phone back on and would give him a call. 

“Can I ask who she is?” Carlos asked after a few moments of silence “Shes my girlfriend. We’ve been together now for almost 3 years” Charles answered his friends question, figuring the secret was out now and there was no point in lying. 

“Oh wow, you’ve kept this going for that long and its just now coming to light. Thats impressive” Carlos told him 

“Yeah we decided early on to keep it between us” Charles sighed “We were planning on going public eventually but I guess the public beat us to it” 

Carlos just gave his teammate a sympathetic nod, there wasn’t anything he could say in the moment but he could still be there for his friend. 

A few days after this, when you were on the drive back to your place, you turned your phone back on, having a few texts from Charles. One that stood out, read ‘Babe give me a call when you can. I have to talk to you about something’ the text from Charles read. 

You weren’t sure what this could be about so you didn’t wait to dial his number once you were in the comfort of your apartment. After a few rings, Charles answered, asking you how camping was and catching up before moving on to talk about what happened while you were offline. 

That night you and Charles had a long conversation on what you both wanted to do in this situation and after some back and forth, finally came to a decision regarding your relationship that you both hoped you wouldn’t regret down the line. 

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i hope you enjoyed this one. im trying to get more into including actual pieces of writing so hopefully for this one, everything made sense. as always feel free to leave any comments or you can make your own request, up to you! ♥️

[ktaerssoi]

blabber mouth

summary: the multiple times you were caught having an interaction a little more than friendly with paige.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

(582)

notes: not proof read sorryyyy. also sorry for disappearing for the past three days i was preoccupied. anyway i actually like this i hope im not wrong. i keep watching this one caitlin clark edit someone save me she is so fine. - kate

1.

you had been known to the fans of UConn women's basketball, usually hanging out with the girls. you had met them through azzi, the both of you majoring in communications, and eventually, you had been indoctrinated into the team. you had grown close to many of the girls, befriending everyone. and maybe even going on a few dates with a special girl you had the privilege of meeting.

that being said, it wasn't common for you to be seen in tiktoks or lives. that's why fans went borderline insane when they saw you leaning your head on paige's shoulder in the background of one of ice's lives.

rumors of you being in a relationship were swarming the internet, fans trying to find even more "proof" of you together. they had been right, you were dating, but no one else needed to know that.

that's why you posted a video on paige's tiktok making a disclaimer that you guys were "just friends." however, the fans had gotten a taste of you two together, and weren't about to stop the edits or comments.

2. 

being a secret girlfriend to UConn's star player wasn't easy, you needed to go to all of the games to make paige happy, but you also couldn't be too public about your relationship.

you had thought you were doing a pretty good job, you sat directly across from the home bench and cheered when acceptable. you had been recognized more and more often now as you had officially posted with the team and were with them almost all the time.

your phone was blowing up with follow requests and tagging notifications, and your newfound fans wanting to get to know you outside of the girls. checking through notifications one day, you saw you had been tagged an abundant amount of times on one post.

clicking on the video, it starts to play a lovey-dovey edit audio as you watch clips of you a paige at the games. her pointing to you in the stands, you cheering as she shoots a three, and her hugging you after a game were all clips included in the edit. 

needless to say, that was not the last of those edits.

3. 

you and paige had been going on date nights frequently throughout your almost year-long relationship. along the way you guys had gained a bit of a following on social media, being spotted almost everywhere it was difficult to just be a couple in public.

you and paige had finally had a good amount of time where the both of you were open and could do anything, deciding you would go to a nice little restaurant near by your shared apartment.

you had been laughing about some funny story paige had been telling about her day when a fan came up to your table. "wait, oh my gosh, no way, ohmygosh, you're paige bueckers! and you're her girlfriend!" you had gotten flustered at the correct assumption, not wanting to deny it but knowing you would have to denounce it to protect paige's future.

"oh um," you were cut off by paige grabbing your hand, giving you a look before turning to the girl. "that's me, do you want a picture? i have some time."

you smile as you watch her pose for the photo, what you hadn't realized was that you were visible in the background admiring her like she was the sun.

the fans had a field day with that single photo.

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

© moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

[tequiilasunriise]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT (apologies fer the long post)

But what if Harrow finds out Gideon is caught up and shuffled around more times than a spotify playlist between God and his holy gestures? She sure as hell is the greatest necro of her generation, but against honest to His Emperor Undying’s Lyctors she can only beat her way through hell or high water so far. Sure, she can go all in and threaten to Civil War style secede the Ninth House from the Nine Houses, but that threat only really works up until they find out everyone is pretty much one foot into the grave or already dead and thus it’d be mad easy to retake the House from its wayward Rev Daughter. SSOOO INSTEAAADDDD, Harrow could grab Ortus, shove him into the nearest shuttle, and jet off to the First House where the Lyctor trials are held and speedrun her way into tryna become a Lyctor to get her girl back.

Since the Seventh Saint is holed up with the enigma that is Gideon Nav, imagine GtN’s cast fucking around tryna solve the secret of Lyctorhood without mass murder mysteries screwing things up. Imagine Harrow, desperate and swallowing her pride fer once, approaching an admittedly intellectually competent Palamedes Sextus like, “Someone… important to my House has been taken from me, and I am willing to swear on The Tomb my and my House’s favor to you and your House if you…. argh… helped me.” She nearly turned right around and walked away mid-sentence, but the hulking figure that is Ortus nudged her from behind to keep going.

Yes, in this AU Harrow is much more flexible and lenient to Ortus in her own weird Harrow way because he agreed to help in her mad crusade to ‘take back what was so unjustly stolen from the Ninth’ (read: Harrow wants her girlfriend back and she wants her back NOW) and so we get more Tired Big Brother Ortus trying his best to help steer No Social Fucking Graces Harrow. As seen in HtN, Ortus always did care for Harrow and Gideon, and in this AU he finally gets over his cowardness to get Gideon back and help out the two young girls he’s idly witnessed get abused their whole lives. He and Harrow have a sort of heart to heart on the shuttle flight to the First House, and Harrow, in her own weird wet cat way, respects Ortus for this care and is actually not so callous with him. Yeah, he can’t fight at all, yeah, he often quotes his own poetry, but he’s here and he’s familiar and he doesn’t judge her for her ‘obsession’ over ‘reclaiming’ Gideon Nav because he gets it.

Now imagine the rest of the cast! Pal and Cam growing fond of the hissy yet more willing to socialize out of necessity to her cause Harrowhark Nonagesimus because they can understand being without your other half, as healthy as their friendship is the Sixth duo are extremely codependent themselves so they might not understand Griddlehark’s full history, but they get it. They also team up to subtly bully Harrow into proper eating and sleeping habits, which Ortus is mighty thankful fer. Just imagine the terrible teens actually living and theorizing amongst each other what the Ninth’s ‘special someone’ is really like from the bits of information the easily irritated necro would spat out on occasion, imagine the Second looking distinctly uncomfortable as Harrow tries to pry info out of them as high ranking Cohort officials only to find out even they don’t know anything about the Gideon Nav case other than her name (this, of course, only sparks Harrow’s drive to get her girlie B A C K), imagine the Fifth doting on Harrow and actually making her talk about her feelings towards Gideon along the way and being so sweet and endlessly supportive to her. Harrow, weary and heartbroken, one day confesses that, “Tell not a soul, should you not wish for your bones to be another servant of the Ninth… but I miss her terribly. I feel undone without her”, and the way Magnus and Abigail would share A Look™️ as Harrow holds her head in her hands. Oh. Oh, this girlie’s got it BAD. The Sixth being Harrow’s physical health support system while The Fifth team up to help work through her mental health? Can I get an amen???

Holy shit imagine the Eighth catching wind of the Ninth’s missing person and Silas snarkily saying smth like, “Well, good riddance I’d say. The less heretics the better-“ CUE ORTUS HAVING TO PLACE A HEAVY HAND ON HARROW’S SHOULDER TO PREVENT HER FROM TOSSING OUT BONE CHIPS AND BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA THIS PRICK WITH A SKELETON HOARDE!!! As Harrow glares as Silas the Sixth pull up and Pal lays down a sick comeback that leaves Silas stunned before dramatically leaving like, “W-whatever!”. Yes, this is the day Harrow internally begrudges the Sixth House as ‘perhaps more than mere allies’. Later, The Fifth express how proud they are of Harrow not murdering the Eighth’s necro on the spot while simultaneously agreeing he totally deserved it, the Fourth chime in asking if she want them to prank the shit outta this stupid white boy, the Seventh and Sixth also pitch in some prank ideas, and Harrow looks at Ortus and he gives her a nod back like, “Yeah, yeah this is what friends feel like.” At night, Harrow gets a knock on her very bone-decorated door and it turns out the tall, quiet Eighth House cav Colum had come to apologize fer his necro’s disdainful remark from earlier today and wishes her luck on her quest to find this Gideon Nav. As he shuffles away, Harrow decides he kinda counts as an ally too, she supposes.

Omg guys in this AU the Seventh get to properly meet the Sixth and that’s so important to me. Dulcie and Pal and Cam being so happy together and Pro is very supportive and writes silly poems with Ortus who finally has a rival turned poet buddy he can infodump the Nonius with. Harrow does not outright say it but she IS glad Ortus is happy, but, “You better not lose sight of what we came here for, Ninegad.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream it, my Lady, but also Pent and Quinn have requested you join them and the others for supper later tonight.”

“…I shall consider it.” (She ends up going and eating some plain bread because everything else had too much flavor fer her. The Sixth is like, ‘a win is a WIN’.)

There’s this running gag where Ianthe tries time and time again to hit on Harrow but every attempt goes RIGHT over Harrow’s head. Maybe if she wasn’t so dead set on getting the first flower of her House what was so forcefully ripped away from the Ninth’s possessions, Harrow would actually understand these are indeed romantic attempts and gestures, but so far she’s just been blatantly shrugging the sickly Third House twin off without a second thought.

“So, Harry-“

“It’s Nonagesimus to you, Third.”

“Right, so, anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to the garden later tonight. The stars, I hear, are especially beautiful over there.” (Batting eyes and flirty voice and all)

(Not even looking up from her book and already standing up and walking away) “I have no interest in astronomy, and likely never will grow an appreciation of mere distant gaseous heat spheres.”

The running gag to follow this us Ortus tryna explain to Harrow that Ianthe was tryna romance her and Harrow isn’t even disgusted, she’s more annoyed and dismissive at such a stupidly absurd notion like, “What are you talking about, Ortus? She was just seeking company on [insert blatantly romantic plans]. I believe that sappy Seventh cavalier has told you one too many romance poems.” Ortus eventually decides to just drop it, because there’s only so much he can do fer No Social Fucking Graces Harrow. There’s now a betting pool on when Harrow will take the hint. Coronabeth, who does what she wants and vibes with the ‘nerd gang’, bets that it’s soon for her own sister’s sake (she knows the immediate, scathing rejection will not deter her sister, but one can only hope). The Sixth and Fourth say probably never, Ortus, who has watched Griddlehark danced around each other their whole lives, is inclined to agree, and the Fifth say it’s not nice to bet on Harrow’s love life like this before promptly going, “Yeah no yeah this girl is WAY too in love with Gideon Nav to ever see any other romantic prospects.” Coronabeth holds her head in despair because every night she has to listen to Ianthe ramble about the obscene things she’d do to that, “sexy bone hag”.

So anyways, shenanigans ensue. Harrow becomes an even badder bitch while she simultaneously learns to become a trusted and trusting in returned friend, an adopted daughter to unconditionally loving parent figures, a weird little sister with a weird yet caring older brother, just! All these soft things she never really thought she could have. And maybe people become Lyctors in this AU or maybe not, I really haven’t thought this far. What I HAVE thought of, though, is Harrowhark ‘I can not conceive of a universe without you in it’ Nonagesmius leading a brazen charge to God’s souped up space station with her ragtag group of allies and found family members to get back her childhood nemesis/rival/love of her fucken life. It’s been several months without The One Shred of Color of The Ninth House by her side, and she’s ready to tear. Shit. UP.

There’s another betting pool amongst the people who joined the ride. The Second roll their eyes because they’re above such ‘childish games’ and at first are like, “No comment” but eventually chip in a one month time limit. The Sixth say two weeks and the Seventh agree that that’s a good time frame. The Fourth thinks that’s too long, prolly a few days at best. Coronabeth stays quiet because Ianthe is quietly seething in the seat next to her (she hates this Gonad Nav with a burning passion but wouldn’t pass up the chance to meet God), but internally our girlypop Corona is like nah, a few hours. The Fifth decide to go all in and say it’s instantaneous. Ortus is inclined to agree. Harrow is too focused on getting to the space station to even hear them.

When busting into the space station with her little group of House Leaders, Harrowhark is on a warring mad path demanding the return of the Ninth House’s dearest treasure Gideon Nav (no one dare comments on it, but they all share various looks ranging from ‘I know what you are’ness™️ to burning rage when Harrow yells ‘dearest treasure’). Hell hath no wrath like a codependent repressed lesbian, apparently.

Upon hearing all of the commotion and shoving Cohort guards aside to see what’s happening holy shit there’s FINALLY some action around here, Gideon ‘I’m not codependent yo I hope Harrow dies oh jk it’s been over 24 hours since I last saw her time to search though every wing of this giant mansion’ Nav becomes more desperate and absolutely bodies the hell outta everyone in her way when she hears that familiar shrill voice that’s been haunting the back of her head and forefront of her dreams fer the past few months.

“HARROW! HARROW- FUCK- HARROW OVER HERE!”

“GIDEON?!”

When their bodies finally collide after months upon months apart, two jagged pieces finally coming together again in a way where their rough edges could only slot together with each other, Harrow and Gideon totally have a messy as all hell make out session in the middle of God’s sacred space station.

Everyone promptly starts writing I owe yous to The Fifth and Ortus.

The Nine Houses being what they are, it wouldn't surprise me if the Cohort had their recruits' genetic profiles on file just as a matter of record.

So wouldn't it be fun if Gideon had escaped the Ninth, and two weeks later Harrow gets a missive from the Cohort saying that the new recruit has tripped a red flag in the genetic database. She has no definite matches for any relatives going back at least 300 years. Would the Reverend Mother or her appointed representative be so kind as to please confirm that Gideon Nav is a real person who is known to the Ninth House?

[lvlyfawn]

your camera roll as caroline’s girlfriend — c. ducharme x fem!reader

authors note: at the end, it’s sort of implied that reader’s eyes are brown, so im sorry if that’s not the case for you.

this is nika + ines times because i miss and love them.

001. caroline was recovering from her hip surgery when this picture was snapped. your mutual friend had dropped by and gifted caroline a big plushie. you found the pair to be adorable, and took the picture.

002. nika took this picture. she was your biggest hype girl, and honorary third wheel when nahiem wasn’t present. the girl adored taking candid photos of you and caroline. she knew how much you liked them, it made you feel as if your relationship was straight out of a pinterest board.

003. caroline came over to study. she swore that she’d actually get some work done, so you put on a movie in the background just for some noise. not even fifteen minutes in, the girl fell asleep. you were going to wake her up, before noticing the way her brown hair fell into the shape of a heart on your textbook. you snapped a picture, and decided to let her sleep.

004. this picture was sent to you by your girlfriend. tonight was their team dinner, and she’d gotten all dressed up, as had you given you were a close friend to everyone on the team. taking the simple mirror selfie, she quickly sent it to you. the girl looked gorgeous, as always, but particularly so tonight. so you saved it.

005. the two of you were on the plane going to visit your family. you snapped the picture quickly before take off and sent it to nika. she saved it in chat, and told texted back, “did you save this? it’s cute!!”

006. this picture is also from the night of the team dinner. the two of you walked outside to take some pictures, and decided this little alleyway would be perfect. your girlfriend did a few poses while you stood taking pictures, in awe of how perfect she is.

007. late night practices were a common occurrence with the uconn girls. tonight it had been just ines and caroline, you couldn’t sleep either, so you tagged along. watching as the two girls played 1v1, shot baskets, and laughed together, you couldn’t help but feel happy yourself. as you were leaving, you took the picture of them, for memories.

008. after a game, nika and caroline sat next to eachother to pose. nika looked at someone else taking pictures of the team, while your girlfriend looked directly at you and smiled. you took the picture of her, simply because she looked so cute. moments after the photo was taken, the brunette mouthed to you “i love you”, which further melted your heart.

009. another candid by nika. parties weren’t either of your forte’s, but you’d gone to one that night. staying with your girlfriend the entire time, as to avoid the awkward guys who’d try to interact with you the second you were alone. holding onto the girl tightly, you swayed back and forth. cute moments like this were nika’s favorite to photograph.

010. another cute simple moment. a kiss by the water, both in your favorite dresses. caroline made this one her lock screen.

011. this is something you’d found on pinterest, and sent it to her. some would call you “golden retriever + black cat duo” but at heart, she was an orange cat, and you were the black cat. she was the tooth rottingly sweet one, while you were more introverted. this made you the perfect pair.

012. a silly picture you took, which only ever ended up in your weekly photo dumps. her face next to yours, showcasing her beautiful brown eyes next to yours.

divs are by @/anitalenia , feedback encouraged. taglist; @bveckers @kmoneymartini @cosmopretty @charlottehughess @aubreygriffin @sydneyindawoodz @favreader23

[kishibe-kisser]

can I request Todo aoi with a very cute and affectionate gf? just like him shed do anything for him and loves him with all her heart. since shes so affectionate, maybe one day she was hanging out with yuuji and megumi while Todo was doing something else, then he saw her giving megumi hugs and stuff...maybe leading to some jealous smut??

Ask 2: could you please do jealous Todo aoi smut? he maybe got jealous cuz u were talking with megumi, but you didn't know why he was so mad...

A/N: I decided to combine these 2 request because they are quite similar! I hope you both enjoy it! Some things I had to change to fit the story but I still hope you enjoy it.

Tags: Aoi Todo x Afab! reader, p in v sex, face fucking, praise, jealousy, established relationship, cumming inside, fingering, doggy position, ass slapping (but not really spanking)

Word count: 2609

Anyone who looked at you could simply see how in love you were with Todo. It was as clear as day, the way your eyes softened the moment you looked at him, the way you would do absolutely anything for him. You were everything he could have wanted in a girlfriend and he was greatful for you everyday. He had never received care and affection from anyone in this way before.

"That tickles." He mumbled, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you played with his hands. "You want me to stop?" You asked, looking up at him with doe eyes as a silent plea to let you keep going. Letting out an exhale, he looked away and bit back a smile. You could get him to do anything with those eyes of yours. "Keep going." He exhaled, looking at you as you smiled at him.

Music was playing softly in the background as the students of both locations of Jujutsu tech mingled. Gojo thought it would be a good idea for the students to get together in a relaxed way rather than a competition or training. The students needed something positive, all of the teachers agreed.

Which left you cuddled up on the couch with Todo, as he held a drink in his hand and you under his arm. He was perfectly content and so were you, even as Megumi joined you on the couch.

"Sorry, I just need a people break and you two seem the calmest here right now." He said and you nodded, reaching over and patting his arm. Todo wasn't the fondest of Megumi and well vice versa, you knew this. However, you didn't have any gripes with the kid. Afterall, he was exactly that, a kid.

"How have you been, Megumi?" You asked and the boy shrugged. His mere presence was bothering Todo, you could tell in the way he stiffened next to you. However he couldn't help but find the boy irritating. "Im going to grab another drink." Todo mumbled, releasing you from your embrace and giving you a quick kiss to the forehead. You watched him walking away before turning back to Megumi. "Don't mind him. You know how he is." You smiled and Megumi nodded in solidarity. "Anyways, how have you been?" You asked again, waiting for his response.

"Your face looks sour." Mai told Todo causing her to receive a scowl. "Ah, I see why." She added on, looking at you laugh with Megumi. Todo knew he couldn't be mad, you were sweet and tended to love everyone unless they gave you a reason not to. He couldn't be mad at you for that, he just was a little jealous. "Shut up Mai." He remarked and the woman rolled her eyes. "She's laughing an awful lot." She added and Todo looked over to you again. You were laughing, nothing Megumi could say could possibly be that funny... at least to him.

"I don't mean to laugh but that must have been scary. I'm glad everyone made it out okay." You said and Megumi laughed too, you were so sweet it was hard for Megumi to even try and dislike you. He only had questions about why you were with Todo. The man must have been different when he was alone with you, that's all Megumi could conjure up.

"Yeah things have been hard lately." Megumi confessed once your laughter subsided. "Well you know, it's hard for a sorcerer. I see what Todo comes home with and well, he does laugh it off a lot but I can see it's hard. You need someone to vent to." You said and he nodded in agreement. "Todo won't like this but I'll talk to him about it. If it ever gets to be too much you should reach out to him and to me. I'll be glad to help and glad to make him help." Megumi grimaced at your suggestion but realised it came from a good heart. "Yeah, thanks Y/N." He said and couldn't help but blush as you extended your arms, gesturing him to give you a hug.

A set of big hands grabbed your waist, lifting you off the couch and tickling you in the process. "Todo!" You squealed, watching as Megumi rolled his eyes. "Couldn't help myself." Todo mumbled, turning you around so he could hug you tight. He knew he shouldn't be but he was jealous. Seeing you giggle and laugh at Megumi and then hug him, it made him feel protective of you. You were sweet of nature, Megumi didn't need to get the wrong idea.

"You ready to go princess?" Todo asked, hugging you close and side-eyeing Megumi. Megumi wasn't dumb, he knew he had made the older man jealous and that partially filled him with pride. "I guess so." You smiled, turning to say goodbye to Megumi only to be thrown over Todo's shoulder instead.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, laughing as the rest of the students watched you walk away hanging over his shoulder. "Just want some alone time with you." He remarked, patting your butt gently as it was in a prime position for him. Todo wasn't lying, however it might have been a bit deeper than that. In his mind, he needed to prove himself, prove that he was better than Megumi.

When he reached his room, he put you down and pressed your back into the door. You looked up at him as he caged you in, his muscular arms on either side of your head as you smiled. "You're jealous, aren't you?" You asked, getting a hunch at his sudden change in attitude. He shook his head, shrugging even though it was entirely obvious. "No, what makes you say that?" He was lying through his teeth and he knew that you knew.

"Ohhhh you totally are!" You teased, reaching up and hugging him around his neck. He instantly welcomed the embrace, his arms hugging you closer to him as you placed your lips just under his ear. "You know I only have eyes for you." Your voice was low, making goosebumps coat his skin. You pressed a light kiss to the side of his neck and he hummed. "Is that so?" He asked, feeling you smile against his skin. "How could I even look at anyone else when I have you?" You asked, very slowly kissing down his neck.

You could feel his bulge starting to press against you as he pulled you into him even tighter. "I'll only believe it when you prove it." He remarked, holding you with one arm as the other opened the door. You could see he had a small smile on his face as you grabbed his hand, pulling him into his bedroom. You would tell him the context of the situation later, that could wait. For now though, this was more fun.

Todo wasted no time kicking his door shut behind him and grabbing your hips to pull you into him again. In situations like this, he hated leaving your body for too long. He tilted your chin up and kissed you deeply, tongue snaking into your mouth as his hand grabbed your ass. You hummed, your hands gripping his shirt as you continued to kiss. As you were going to rid him of his shirt, he stopped you and pulled away to take a breath.

"Maybe you should get on your knees and show me how much you love me first." He said, gesturing to the bulge in his pants. You grinned, kissing his lips quickly before sinking down. Your fingers worked fast, undoing his pants and allowing your fingers to brush over the prominent v-line disappearing into his pants. You made sure to keep looking at him, keeping a sweet expression on your face as you tugged the material down and making sure to lightly scratch your nails down his thighs.

You kissed his boxer covered cock before rubbing over it with your hand, the fabric causing friction and making him suck in breath through his teeth. Finally you pulled the fabric down and let out a hum at the sight of his hard cock. "Go on." He urged, one hand holding the back of your head as the other held his shirt up just enough to see his abs.

Todo let his head fall back as your lips and hand wrapped around his cock. "There we go." He mumbled, your tongue swirling over the head of his cock before taking him in deeper into your mouth. The hand on the back of your head pushed you down further and you gagged before pulling off of him. "Fuck." You moaned, while the feeling was uncomfortable it still turned you on. "Can I fuck your face?" He asked, breathing heavier than before. Sitting back on your heels, you nodded at him as he cracked a smile. "I love the way you look at me, only at me." He remarked before pulling his shirt off fully and gently grabbing your head.

You opened your mouth and he sank his cock into you, gripping his thighs for something to hold as he started thrusting his hips. You took as much as you could, trying to regulate your breathing. Spit dribbled down your chin and you did your best to keep your eyes open, looking at him as he took advantage of your mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes and Todo could feel himself getting close to cumming. As much as he wanted to cum down your throat, he'd much rather have this last longer.

He pulled you off of his cock, taking note of the precum and drool on your lips. "You look so pretty like this. You're so good for letting me fuck your mouth." He said, leaning down to wipe your mouth and help you onto your feet. "You less mad at me now?" You asked, hiding your giggle as he spun you around to press his chest into your back. "Hmm I'm not convinced yet." He mumbled, kissing the side of your neck before pulling your clothes off.

He bent you over his bed, pushing your ass into the air and exposing your wet pussy to him. He couldn't help himself, giving a harsh slap to your ass, watching the flesh jiggle slightly as you let out a moan. "Couldn't help myself." He remarked and you giggled, gripping his sheets as his hands moved from your soft skin to your wet slit. "So wet, all for me. Maybe you do only have eyes for me." Todo remarked, dragging his fingers over you slit and spreading your arousal around.

"Todo, please-" You begged, feeling his other hand gently rubbing up your back as slipped one finger in. Your back arched as his finger curled in you, needing more to stretch you out. He smacked your ass again, hard enough to leave a mark as he added another finger. "Have to stretch you out, don't want you hurting tomorrow." He grumbled, watching you fuck back on his fingers. You hadn't realised how needy you were until his fingers curled against that sweet spot inside of you, making you cry out, getting closer and closer to cumming. "Todo-" You moaned as you gripped his sheets, arching your back even more.

"Goddamn, the only reason I'm so jealous is because I'm so damn lucky." He remarked, placing a hand on the small of your back to make you arch even more. This was without a doubt his favorite sight. "I'm gonna-" You stopped, feeling his fingers leave you and making you whine in objection. Todo leaned over your back, kissing your shoulder as he guided the head of his cock to your core.

"Cumming with me or not at all." He remarked and pushed himself into you. Slowly pushing into you fully and watching the way you gripped the sheets. "Come on princess, let me stretch you out." He grumbled, fingers digging into your hips. You were so tight around him and so wet, he had to take a breathe when he bottomed out. You could practically feel him in your stomach, making you clench around him uncontrollably. Every time he fucked you like this you felt like he was splitting you open and you just wanted him to move.

Todo knew he wasn't going to last long, reaching around to rub circles on your clit as he started thrusting into you. You were sure if anyone walked into the hallway they would be able to hear your moans and cries, they'd know exactly that you belonged to Todo. "God you feel so good." You moaned, your arms giving out under you and your cheek being pressed into the sheets. You glanced back at him, watching the way his eyes screwed shut before his free hand slapped your ass again.

If Todo loved one thing it was the recoil of your ass as he fucked you from behind, it was partially one of the reasons this was his favorite position. Though he never lasted long, you were just so fucking hot to him.

"Todo please, I want to cum." You whined as his thrusts got eratic. The fingers rubbing your clit sped up and he was starting to get louder. "Todo please baby, cum with me." You pleaded, needing your sweet release. He groaned at your pleas, slamming himself into you fully as he continued to rub your clit. Your name left his lips like a prayer as he emptied himself into you and you weren't far behind, burrying your face into his sheets to muffle your scream.

He made sure to stay inside of you for a moment, leaning over your back once more to kiss your shoulders and spine. "God, don't ever leave me." He whispered against your skin, making you chuckle into the sheets. "Oh my sweet Todo." You mumbled, letting out a slight gasp as he pulled out of you and watched his cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs. It was his own way of marking you, that and the handprints on your ass from his slaps. He just loved knowing you had that on your body.

"You don't have to worry about anything." You told him as you settled into his sheets. Your arms open for him to join you, despite your bare and sweaty state. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his large arms around your body. "I have a lot to worry about. You included, your safety and fearing you'll find someone better." He admitted and you felt your chest ache. Your fingers gently raked through his hair, undoing the hair tie and letting it flow free before kissing the scar on his face. "Like I said. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Trust me." You said and he looked up at you. "I love you and only you. I worry about you every day and I need you in my life." You added on, watching him slowly start to smile.

"Besides, I was only offering help to Megumi. He seemed to be going through some stuff, I said you'd be willing to listen to him and be a friend. I know the stuff you come home with sometimes and I know he doesn't have anyone to vent to. That's why I hugged him." You clarified and Todo burried his face into your chest. "I feel like an idiot." He mumbled and you started to laugh. "Yes you are, but you're my idiot if it makes you feel any better." You shook your head, continuing to stroke his hair. "Maybe tell me I'm yours one more time, then you'll have made it up to me fully."

[dailymonkiekid]

LMK "Bad Weather" Season 1 Episode 1

day #92

[nevadancitizen]

do you think you could write something where könig and/or ghost (separate) were nearby or watched reader try to participate in a conversation but constantly got ignored or talked over to the point where they just kinda go silent and walk away? they end up comforting the reader and just trying to be a shoulder to cry on while they talk about their frustrations because this is something that always happens to them <\3

it doesn’t have to be too long and you don’t have to worry about getting to this request too quickly!! thank u for reading anyways :3

-> THE SOCIAL WEAK LINK

synopsis: rookies and debriefings are pains in both you and ghost's asses. rich people fail the turing test while interacting with you and könig.

word count: 2.2k (~1.1k each)

characters: ghost, könig, awkward! reader (lol)

notes: (rings dinner bell) hey friend.. this req has been sitting since september.. im so sorry (ಥ﹏ಥ)

-> GHOST:

Debriefings were always boring. Everyone was tired, sweaty, and just wanted a cold shower and a warm bed. But what else encompasses the military so eloquently except unnecessary misery?

And to add to the misery, some rookies had tagged along to the mission. “On-the-job training,” Price had prattled off as he read the mission statement. He had given you and the rest of the 141 an exaggerated look that screamed If these rookies compromise the mission I’m going to tear the Lieutenant Colonel a new one.

The rookies (with callsigns Quest and Cable) were nice enough. They weren’t given the opportunity to burn off their energy on the mission like the 141 – they’d stayed behind as backup while the 141 went in to deal with the bad guys. As a consequence, now they’re in the debriefing room, chattering away like parrots.

Ghost could fall asleep in the chair he was in, if Cable and Quest were a little quieter. He looks at the next spinny chair over, where you’re sitting. You’ve got your knees tucked to your chin and are silently tracing the patterns in the wood table with a fingernail. Every now and again, you glance at the rookies, but ultimately turn your eyes away.

You were always just a bit too awkward to fit in with the rest of the military. Either too quiet or too loud; you rambled too often and your voice cracked when you did. You slipped through the cracks, into the quiet background with Laswell and Shepherd. You’re one of the powerful hands that move the pieces on the chessboard, but not a well-recognized one. Well-recognized within the 141, yes, but not on a wider scale. 

Ghost can tell how you’re feeling by the obvious emotion on your face. It’s yearning – an emotion Ghost knows well.

His eyes sweep the rest of the table. Gaz is fucking around on his phone, probably making a new Pinterest board, while Soap leans over his shoulder and watches him. Price is in another room, talking to someone important. Ghost couldn’t really bring himself to care about who. 

The entire room is bogged down with an unmistakable tiredness that goes right over Quest and Cable’s heads. Really, the only sound in the room is their voices and, intermittently, yours as you try to inject yourself into their conversation. Each attempt is met with pursed lips that barely count as smiles and something along the lines of “Yeah. Anyway…”

Eventually, Price pops in, leaning his head on the doorframe. The brim of his hat crinkles and his nose wrinkles up in disdain. He sighs. “Everyone out. Lieutenant Colonel wants this meeting room for herself. We’ll debrief later.”

Quest and Cable pop up like excited teenagers and head for the door, continuing to talk. “I’m soooo goddamn hungry. Hopefully the mess hall has something good…”

“Hey!” You practically jump from your chair, your eyes on the rookies. “Um, I heard that they just restocked the vending machines? Do you wanna maybe chick – I mean, check – them out with me? They’re just down the hall.”

They both tense, and Quest looks over their shoulder. They smile awkwardly and exchange a look with Cable. “Uh… maybe another time?”

You visibly deflate and rock back on your heels. “Yeah, totally. See you later.”

They both nod tersely and exit. You take a deep breath and let out a long sigh. You sit back in the spinny chair and it wheels backwards from the force.

Gaz shuts his phone off and groans while Soap sucks air through his teeth. 

“Not your best effort,” Gaz says. 

“I know,” you say. 

“Maybe you’re not just compatible with rookies?” Soap tries.

You roll your head back against the back of the chair and stare at the ceiling. “I know.” 

You sink further into the chair, then stand. “Whatever. Let’s clear out. Price will have our heads if we don’t.”

Ghost tails you out the door. You don’t acknowledge him, but you know he’s there (even if his footsteps are extraordinarily light for a man of his stature). 

“Pompous pricks, ay?” Ghost says. 

You stick your hands in your pockets, hiking your shoulders up by your ears. “Wish they were a little more personable. Wish I was a little more personable.”

“Why, you’re plenty personable.” Ghost laughs gruffly at his own joke as he nudges your shoulder with his. 

“Asking to go ‘chick out’ the vending machines is a personable interaction?” You relax your arms and knock your elbow against Ghost’s. 

“I thought it was funny,” Ghost says. “Even if it was just a slip-up.”

You sigh, but keep up with Ghost as he walks. “If it was funny, then why didn’t they laugh?”

Ghost thinks for a second. “Maybe they just don’t have a sense of humor?”

“You don’t have a sense of humor,” you jab.

Ghost scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Then make me laugh,” you say. “Make me laugh right now.”

Ghost breathes in and exhales slowly through the fabric of his mask. “Well… do you know why the Cold War was called the Cold War?”

“The supernations fought using proxy wars,” you say. “America and the USSR never really went head-to-head.”

Ghost sighs pointedly. “Yes,” he says, “but also because of the icy-BMs.”

“The what?”

“The Cold War?” Ghost repeats. “Icy?”

“ICBM stands for Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles.” You stop midstep, looking at Ghost with a disbelieving smile. “Ghost, don’t tell me you don’t know what ICBM stands for?”

“No, it –” Ghost sighs. “Icy sounds like IC? Icy-BMs?”

You burst out laughing, waving Ghost away like he was some form of stupid. “Ghost, seriously? You don’t – oh my God!”

“I’m not a fucking knob, I know what…” 

Ghost can’t bring himself to correct you as he watches you laugh like that. It’s a bit too loud and there’s a snort in there somewhere, but it rings true and warms Ghost’s heart. He doesn’t mind being seen as dumb for a minute if you’re able to warm his heart with a sound as nice as that. 

-> KöNIG: 

König nearly always hates going undercover. 

More often than not, the higher-ups stick him in some ill-tailored enemy armor and send him in with nothing but a less-than-encouraging slap on the ass. They know he’ll make it out alive.

On this mission, he feels a little more comfortable. It’s more than obvious you’re not. 

You and König are camped out on the edge of a ballroom, sitting together at a small table. You’re dressed in a fancy outfit that just screams decadence, and it fits your role well – the adult child of some rich, cigar-chomping tech baron. König is playing the role of your bodyguard, dressed down from his usual military garb in a plain black suit (with kevlar padding) and a balaclava.

You cross one leg over the other at the knee and look down at your flute of champagne as you swirl it. The bubbles rise to the surface and pop as the pale liquid settles. 

“I hate this,” you say under your breath, just loud enough for König to hear. 

He nods along, but straightens up when a small group of people approach the table. There’s an older woman, a middle-aged man, and a girl, maybe fifteen. 

“Hi, sweetheart!” An older woman croons at you. “You’re Bohumil Silvester’s youngest, right?”

“Oh!” You sit up straighter and put the champagne flute on the table. “Yes, I am. And, um – and who might you be?”

“I’m Laila Matthews.” Laila checks over her shoulder at the people accompanying her. “This is my daughter, Adine, and this is my husband, Keaton.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” You smile politely, but König can scope out of the corner of his eye that you’re gripping a bit of the fabric of your too-fancy outfit like you’re meaning to rip it off. You spout your fake name to Laila with a cheeky “But you know that already, right, ma’am?”

Laila is utterly delighted with your carefully constructed persona. She throws her head back and laughs, one hand on her chest and the other finding Keaton’s shoulder. “Oh, Lord. Aren’t you just your father’s child?”

You nod and, once again, smile politely while exchanging side-eye glances with König. He’s just as confused as you are. 

As soon as Laila recovers, she’s talking again. She gestures vaguely in König’s direction. “And who is this? Security, for this casual meeting?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” you say. “You can never be too careful these days, with all the laws about concealed carry and everything.”

“Well, I’m 57, and I’ve only had security for a few occasions,” Laila says. 

“You’re 57?” You bark, a little too loud. You can feel a few heads turn your way and Laila’s stare turns withering. König’s shoulders shake as he coughs into his fist.

“I mean, um, you’re 57?” You try again, quieter. “Because you don’t look it. Like, at all. Ma’am.”

Laila’s tone is flat when she speaks. “Right.”

“I meant, um, you look younger? Uh, anyway.” You smile nervously, then pick up your champagne flute and take a sip. “I love your family’s outfits! And the, uh, the way they match.”

Keaton leans in and grabs a hold of Laila’s shoulder. He gets up on his toes to whisper something in Laila’s ear. It’s hard to hear over the ambient noise of the ballroom. Laila nods and Keaton continues to whisper.

“Um, Laila? Mrs. Matthews?” You try to get her attention, to no avail. She keeps nodding to Keaton’s words like you’re not even there.

You stand and turn to Adine. “Adine, right? Tell your mother it was nice speaking to her.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Adine nods absently, her eyes somewhere else on the ballroom floor. 

You toss the rest of the champagne in the flute down like it’s a shot and stand from the table. You make eye contact with König and nod towards the French doors that lead towards the balcony. 

People don’t notice as you and König step out. The sky is clear, yet the night is still young enough to be starless. 

“Christ, I hate rich people,” you mutter under your breath. 

König moves and leans his back against the wrought iron of the railing. His eyes sweep across the small area, then he nods. “Yes. That interaction was less than pleasant.”

You lean against the railing next to him. “Why was she even talking to me? And what did she mean, ‘Aren’t you just your father’s child?’ Like, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I am… not sure,” König says. “Maybe it’s part of rich people code?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You huff out a laugh, then sigh. “I really wasn’t the best pick for this mission.”

“What do you mean?” König asks. “You are perfectly capable of fighting.”

“No, the, like…” you sigh again. “The talking part? I’m not fit for that. Never been a good conversationalist, never will be.”

“You are conversing with me right now, no?” König gestures between you and him. “This is a conversation. You are doing fine.”

“Yes, but…” you trail off. “You saw me. I shouted her age out in front of everyone.”

König hums. “To be fair, it was a bit of a shock.”

You glance up at him and laugh, a pretty smile gracing your features. “Shut up.”

“But it was!” König insists. The fabric of his balaclava puffs out as he laughs. “I had to cough to cover up my laugh. I nearly had to excuse myself.”

“Yeah, sure.” You shove his shoulder half-heartedly as you turn and look out over the railing, at the courtyard. König follows your gaze.

The courtyard is illuminated by ambient lamps. Paths are laid with bricks, with neatly trimmed grass in between each one. Exotic plants from every corner of the globe line the pathways, some of their flowers closed for the night. A fountain is in the middle, with water spouting out of the trumpet of a cherub statue. A few people surround the fountain, talking quietly with drinks in their hands in the low light. 

You lean close to König and point at one of the people – a man in a navy suit. “That’s the target. Mister T. Kilgore.”

“So he is,” König says. He pats under his armpit, checking his sidearm. “We need to get moving. I do not like the way Laila’s husband was talking to her. Suspicious.”

You nod and send König a small smile. “We’re still going with the plan, right? I’m going in and playing drunk?”

“Of course.” König mirrors your smile even though you can’t see it. “Besides, it’ll give you an opportunity to practice your conversation skills.”

You scoff, but you’re still smiling. “Yeah, if I’m planning on interacting with everybody as a drunk idiot for the rest of my life.”

“I’m serious!” König insists. “More likely than not, you’ll never see these people again.”

A beat of silence.

“You’re right.” You knock your elbow against König’s. “Let’s give them a show.”

[welcometololaland]

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Nothing's changed <3

Natasha Romanoff & Transmasc!reader

Requests open <3

Summary:

Natasha finds out your secret

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Tags: Accidental outing, hurt/comfort

It had been a long day, the mission that was supposed to take you and the team only a day had been stretched out over three and you were just about ready to snap if anyone so much as breathed in your direction for the next few hours.

To be fair, the others had all retired to their rooms as well, most catching up on much needed rest.

You stepped into the comfort of your own room and shut the door, forgetting to lock it behind you with your fatigue.

You hadn't had the time to consider how long you would have to keep your bandages on, but being cramped in a cabin in Siberia with the team didn't exactly give you a chance to let yourself breathe.

As you were halfway through peeling off your shirt to have a much needed shower, you noticed the sound of small footsteps and whipped your head around to see Morgan's small figure peeping around the corner of the doorframe.

“Morgan you have to get out im trying to change!” Normally you wouldnt shout at the her, she was sweet. But you were stressed out and having anyone, including the most adorable kid in a hundered mile radius, snooping around wasn't going to help.

___☆___

Morgan clambers into a tired Natasha’s lap, “Aunty Nat, did [……] get hurt on your adventure?”

“No, honey we all came back safe.”

“But he had a big bandaid on.”

Natasha sighs and ruffles Morgan's hair. You had a history of dealing with injuries alone. Being part of a team, let alone an organisation, was still new to you. Which also meant the idea of having entire medical staff dedicated to dealing with injuries was foreign and definitely unwelcome.

Once after Natasha had suggested getting you checked out at the medbay you ended up disappearing for two days. She'd been worried sick, you were sort of taken under her wing after joining the team. She felt responsible for you.

Although as it turned out Fury was watching over you for the time you were missing. He'd convinced you to get a check up from someone who wasn't connected to S.H.I.E.L.D, or the Avengers.

That was when Natasha had begun to get curious about you.

She had tried getting access to some background information, but it was heavily protected under Fury's specific orders.

She had seen the mention of a girl about your age once or twice, but she assumed it was a relative or something along those lines and had nothing else to go on.

___☆___

Natasha opens the door to your room after knocking, looking worried and doesn't beat around the bush, “Are you hurt?”

“No. Why d’you ask?” you reply, hesitating to look up from the yaoi you were reading.

“Morgan said you had bandages around your chest.”

You turn your phone off and look up at Nat with the realisation, “I'm not hurt.”

She turns around, her worried expression now slightly riddled with confusion, “Then why do you have one on? I told you before, kid you can't hide injuries you'll only injure yourself or...” Natasha trails off as she sees the look on your face.

“Hey, what's wrong?” She sits beside you

“I've been lying to you- to everyone.”

It takes Natasha a second to realise what you mean, but it all made sense now. How cryptic you were about your past, the avoidance of medical staff… the girls’ name she had found.

She doesn't reply immediately, and you assume her silence means anger, “I'm so sorry, I should've just told you- please don't be mad at me, Natasha.

Before you can say anything else you feel her arms wrap around you in a comforting embrace.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Notes

In a kinda confused place rn, but this helped, I hope you enjoyed <33

Also, I love ally Fury why is he lowkey becoming a comfort character 😱😱. I think it's bc of the fic I'm writing actually lmao.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 4

no chapter warnings! also i’m aware i’m missing a lottt of the guys out such as aj and logan and the other miw guys we see in rick's vlogs AND IM SORRY i just don’t know them well enough to include in the story :) just pretend they’re there in the background somewhere doing something stupid

i rewrote this chapter three times :/ also i'm trying to figure out a posting schedule... i'm thinking fridays and mondays :)

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“Jeez, it was only three hours but my ass really hurts!” Folio moaned, as everyone was stood waiting to collect their luggage. 

The flight here was nowhere near as bad as the guys’ London flight which you were grateful for. You were sat on an end next to Jolly, who was almost left behind by Matt on the way to the airport. In the end, Ash couldn’t come, to which Noah seemed quite upset by, but he had a family emergency so everybody understood. So it was just you, Bryan, Matt, Nick, Nicholas, Jolly and Noah in the end.

“I’m so tired.” You groaned, leaning against Folio, “I would’ve fallen asleep on the plane if it wasn’t for Jolly humming to some songs the whole way here.” 

“Hey, is that yours?” Matt asked and reached out for your suitcase, checking the name tag. 

“Dad Omens are back,” Bryan chuckled, “oh there’s Ruffilo’s!” 

You were stood around for about half an hour collecting your suitcases, and of course Matt’s came out last. When you finally passed security and made it out of the airport, Noah got a call. 

“Guys, it’s Chris,” he said before answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, I just got your text! Where are you guys?”

“We’re outside now, waiting for the cab to take us to the hotel. Where are you?”

“We’re on the bus on the way to the hotel, hey why don’t I ask if we can come and get you?”

“Are you sure?” Noah raised his eyebrows.  

“Of course! We should have room for you guys, you won't have to worry about trying to fit all your things in a cab!” 

“You have a point there… We don't have a bus until tomorrow because we changed our flight at such short notice, so if you don’t mind...” 

“Of course not! We’ll be there in no time.”

“Thanks, man.” Noah said with a smile, hanging up. “Chris is organising for them to pick us up so that should only be about 20 minutes.” 

“Only?!” You frowned. 

“The time will pass, we’ll be in our rooms in no time.” Noah smiled as he stretched his arms.

“Oh shit the rooms!” Matt’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, rushing to reach into his pocket for his phone. “Noah why the fuck did you change the flight. This has messed everything up!” 

“Why is it my fault? I didn’t think you guys would’ve wanted to rush around tomorrow when we landed and have to set everything up in one day without a break. I was prioritising us for once, now that we’ve got the money to do so.” 

“Yeah but we’re not made of cash, Noah! We’ve budgeted for this whole tour and just about made it so we don’t lose any money-”

“Matt…” Noah tried to interject. 

“So I’m sorry if I was actually being realistic!” 

“Matt-” He tried again. 

“I’m just sick of this shit every time we go on tour! There’s always something that goes wrong and-”

“Matt, if you'd shut your mouth for two seconds I was going to tell you I called the hotel the other night and extended our stay. Our rooms are booked for tonight too.” 

Suddenly, Matt was silent. Everyone else stood around in silence as Noah ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

“So I hope you got the fucking numbers right this time.” Noah said before sitting down on the ground by the edge of the road, stretching his legs out. 

Matt looks on his phone to check the booking, but makes a puzzled face. 

“Wait…” He frowns, “there’s… 7 of us, that can’t be…”

“What?” You ask, your tone coming across more harsh than you intended. 

“I cancelled Ash’s room when he called… but he was supposed to share with Noah- Fuck!”

“What does that mean?” Nicholas asked. 

“I have 3 rooms booked.” Matt explained, “one of them has three smaller beds- that was for me, Jolly and Bryan. Then there was 2 with 2 double beds, which was for Nicholas and Folio and the other one for y/n as it was all they had available”

Unbeknownst to you, Folio gave Nicholas a smirk as he suggested, 

“So if theres no other way, Noah could either share a bed with Ruffilo again or stay with y/n?” 

"Just when I thought our bed sharing days are over," Nicholas chuckled, "it would make sense to share the room with y/n though, wouldn't it?"

“I guess that works,” Matt said, “But only if you’re happy to do that, y/n? Otherwise I’ll ask the motionless guys, I don’t think Justin's sharing with anyone?” 

“Is that okay?” Noah asked, looking up at you.

“I guess,” you smiled, “It should be okay, it’s only for two nights, right?”

“That’s right, tonight and tomorrow, then the night after that we’re on the bus, baby!” Matt clapped, earning a groan from Folio. 

Noah’s phone vibrates on the ground, and as he picks it up he realises it’s from Chris. 

“Hey, Chris just said they’re a couple minutes away, we better start walking down.”

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“It’s so great to see you again! I've been counting down the days to this tour.” Chris grinned as he helped load the bus with the suitcases and bags. “How are you guys?” 

“Tired,” Matt says, handing him another bag, “our flight got delayed by a couple hours so we should’ve been here sooner.” 

“That’s the joys of travelling, my friend.” Chris smiles, and you wheel your suitcase over to him, “oh, I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Chris,” he says, extending a heavily tattooed hand towards you, “I shout and sing for Motionless in White.” 

“Great to meet you!” You grinned, “I’m y/n, I’m a photographer. I guess you could say I’m Bryan’s apprentice for the next few months, I’ve never toured before so I’m here to get some experience and learn some things.”

“No way! Wait…” Chris looked at Bryan and Matt and then back to you, “Our photographer can’t join us until the third date of tour, so if you’re available I’d love to steal you, or even Bryan if you don’t feel ready yet?” 

“Really?” You looked between all the guys, as if to ask for permission, “I’d love to! Once I know what I’m doing, of course!” 

Everyone began to get on the bus, greeting the other guys who were currently either playing a game or on their phones, except for two guys near the back who were talking to a camera. 

“Guys I have solved our photographer dilemma!” Chris proudly announced as he got onto the bus, “Y/n’s filling in for the first three days!”

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly as you follow behind Chris, the first guy you spotted had bright green hair and was tall! Perhaps even taller than Noah. 

“I’m Justin, great to meet you.” He says as he sits down with a bright smile, “how was the flight?”

“It was bearable,” you said, sitting down opposite him, “are you the… bassist?”

“Yep!” He nodded. You wanted to say you recognised him from another band, but you felt rather embarrassed that you couldn't remember the bands name...

“Cool! I don’t really know much about your band, I’ve heard a few songs and they’re sick! I know there’s also a Ricky…” 

“That’s him! The one with the camera.” Justin pointed to a guy with short black hair, the one who had the camera which he was now pointing at a guy with brown hair with red streaks, who somewhat resembled Timothee Chalamet. “Rick thinks he’s a youtuber, he vlogs our tours and posts them if he can be arsed to edit it. If he asks you for an update, say no and get away as soon as you can!” He laughed.

“Okay,” you smile, “thanks.”

“There’s also… you've met Chris, that’s Ryan over there! The handsome one talking to Noah, he plays guitar. And then there’s Vinny, the one sat with Rick, he’s our drummer boy, aren’t you Vin?!” 

Vinny looked over and when you thought he was about to say something, he held up his middle finger instead. 

“I should also mention Ricky plays guitar, he does vocals on some songs too, and so do I occasionally.” Justin adds, and so far you were growing quite fond of him, “So you're a photographer?”

“I guess-”

“You guess?” Bryan laughed as he sat down beside you. “You wouldn’t be here if you ‘guessed’ you were, you’re sick, y/n. Give yourself some credit!” 

You smiled, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“Guys, I’ve accidentally gotten us invited to this party at a club tomorrow night,” Chris announced to the bus, “Does anyone even want to go? I don’t think I’ll go but-”

“Hell yeah,” Vin nodded, “can I DJ again?”

“I mean you could ask. They might not approve of your DJ name though.” Rick laughed, putting his camera down. “I’ll probably sit this one out, I have shit to do.” 

“I’ll go,” you smile, “it’s been some time since I’ve had a night out. Bryan, you'll come too, right?” 

"Yeah why not!"

“Are you sure this is a good idea? We play our first show the next day?” Noah asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.  

“No one’s making you go,” you tell him, “I think it'll be fun... You’ll come too, won’t you, Folio?” 

“Yeah, sure!” He grinned. 

Eventually, it was settled that Ryan, Vinny, Folio, Bryan and you would all be going to this party. You couldn’t help but notice that Noah seemed quite pissed on the way back to the hotel, he didn’t look up from his phone once, and didn’t even bother to join in the conversations everyone was having. 

Once you got to the hotel and got off the bus, Noah handed you one of your bags, but he took both his and your suitcases and you both began to walk up to the entrance.

“Are you sure you’re alright to share a room with me?” You asked, breaking the silence and Noah furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yeah I guess, why are you asking?” 

“You just seem a bit pissed off, that's all. It better not be because I’m going out with the guys tomorrow night.” 

“It’s not, that doesn’t bother me. I’m just tired, we have a lot going on in the next few days, well months even. I've been around people all day and I just want to go to sleep.” He sighed, following your lead into the hotel. 

Once you got checked in and made it to your room, you immediately took off your shoes and threw yourself down onto the bed you would claim as yours.

The first thing Noah did was take a shower, and as he came back out of the bathroom- wet hair, bare chest, nothing but his chain and a towel wrapped around his hips- he reached for his phone, before plugging his charger in and sitting down on his bed. 

“Hey, I should add you to our group chat,” he says, replying to a message that was sent, “if that’s okay with you?” 

“Yeah, that’ll be great, I’ll have all the guys' numbers then.” You said, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth and get changed. 

Whilst you brushed your teeth, you got a notification which you assumed was a text from Chris, judging by the profile picture. You went into see who was in the group chat, you guessed Justin was the guy in the picture with his wife and daughter, yet you were still unsure about the others as their pictures weren't of them and seemed quite confusing- especially the one of shadow the hedgehog?

As you walked back to your bed, you noticed Noah had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black top. You quickly averted your gaze ang got under the covers, all of a sudden feeling quite cold. 

“Are you going to sleep? Do you want me to turn off the light?” He asked, looking over at you. 

“Yeah, please.” You mumbled, trying to get comfy.

Noah reached over and switched the lights off, whispering a ‘goodnight’ as he did so. 

After what felt like almost half an hour, you still couldn’t sleep. Your mind just wouldn’t shut off and it was starting to become too overwhelming. 

“Noah… are you still awake?” You whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.  

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I can’t sleep, I can’t stop overthinking,” your voice started to crack, feeling tears begin to fill your eyes, “could you… lay with me, maybe?” 

He didn’t answer, but you heard him get up. He climbed under the covers with you and put his arm out. You cuddled up to him, listening to the gentle pat of his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest. 

“What have you been thinking about?” He asked softly, playing with your hair. 

“Everything, I don’t feel like I should be doing this, Noah. I don’t feel like I deserve this. People work their asses off and get nothing, and I’ve just been handed this all of a sudden!”

“Hey, hey, don’t start to doubt yourself." He whispers, "How many years have you been doing photography for? From what I’ve heard you’ve worked your ass off too! Just because something like this has been given to you doesn’t mean you haven’t worked for it. You deserve it as much as anyone else, okay? You wouldn’t be here right now if the guys and I didn’t like your work or saw potential in you.” He says, comfortingly rubbing your back as your bottom lip quivered once more, but you tried your hardest to hold your tears back. 

“I know,” you whispered, “it just… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel real. This is all I’ve ever wanted and now it’s within my reach.” 

“I know, angel,” he sighed, “But things can go as quickly as they come, so stop doubting yourself before I send you home!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face, and you gently smacked him as you moved your head so you could look at him.

“Could you... maybe stay here with me tonight- you haven’t got to hold me or anything... I just haven’t stayed so far away from home for like 10 years and-”

“Of course, but only if you actually shut up and let me sleep.” He said, rolling on to his side to hide his smile. 

“Noah!”

“Goodnight, y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes as you turned to your side, no longer trying to conceal the smile on your face. Maybe he was right, maybe you did deserve this.

As you let your eyes fall shut, you imagined what tomorrow would bring. You imagined what it would be like to get to know the guys from the other band, you imagined what it would be like to get out on the stage...

And before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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i’m SO excited for the next chapter! :)

@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86

[laura1633]

For the ballerina charles au, imagine theyve been seeing each other for a little while and charles goes with max to a race and max introduces him to the other drivers and all the red bull staff, and everyone makes a joke at max's expense about how they didnt think someone as elegant as charles would go for someone as clumsy and two-footed as max.

Also, lets say charles is wellknown in the ballet world and when he does go to the race and he shows up on the big screen with the tag "Charles Leclerc, professional ballerina, Max Verstappen's partner" theres a collective meltdown online because what do you mean hes seeing a racecar driver (derogatory)

If max isnt racing, hes at every single show of charles'. He has a standing order at the florist for these extravagant bouquets when he cant be there in person, much to the envy of everyone else in the company.

Omg imagine if charles shows up in the background of one of the twitch streams, and the others goad max into letting him teach him a ballet move or two. Charles busts out a beautiful triple pirouette and max busts his hip trying lol. Ballet lessons are banned by his trainer after that, but max will always make charles show off his skills infront of the camera, if only to brag that he bagged him

(Im so sorry this is so long, i just have alot of thoughts about this au)

No need to apologise, this was so much fun to read, I love hearing your thoughts.

Poor Max, people thinking he is not the right partner for someone like Charles. Charles would pay no attention though. Max might not be the most graceful but he is really sweet and loving and not at all how Charles imagined a racing driver would be.

The guys on twitch would definitely get Max trying out some ballet moves though!! Maybe Charles could (very carefully) teach him a basic lift so he could try and impress them 😂

I can just imagine Max at every show he can and giving Charles a standing ovation and being so proud each time he watches him. Perhaps Charles decides to return the favour and buys Max some flowers for after a race... Max is really shocked because nobody has ever bought him flowers before and its so lovely.

[majimaisms]

ten people i’d like to know better!

tagged by @fabiansociety, thank you! i havent done one of these in yeaaars lmao

last song: been listening to abyss x - the chew on repeat for two days. thank u @alexswordsman

favourite colour: im a sucker for this and related greens

last book: ive been reading invisible cities by italo calvino, recommended to me by the one and only @schismusic and islands of protest: japanese literature from okinawa by davinder l. bhowmik and steve rabson

last movie: i rewatched collateral (2004) dir. michael mann for like the 20th time lol. also i guess like half of ölümlü dünya 2 (2023) dir. ali atay

last tv show: @okitanoniisan and i were alternating between binging the entirety of its always sunny in philadelphia and watching black sails so. both of those i guess lmao

sweet/spicy/savoury: i love a good mix of spices but i think sweet and savoury combined is where it's at for me

last thing i searched for online: vilnius, because a friend is planning to take a trip there and i wanted to see pictures of it. look how pretty it is!!

current obsession: uhh other than rgg and majima? i guess okinawa, which is tangentially related lol. and black sails, again, always. i just keep coming back to that show. and michael mann oh my god. i keep making everyone i meet watch michael mann movies, this has been going on since like late 2023 (hi ubik). my obsessions tend to be pretty long term and media-oriented

looking forward to: long term, the release of avowed (obsidian rpg) and the majima gaiden, though the latter mostly because i need the potential Canon Majima Background from it so i can continue writing my longfic lmao. i cant do game hype anymore... short term, my friend's virtual rave tomorrow (hi alessio) and meeting up with a friend i havent seen in like over a year on friday!!

tagging: @tgirlmajima, @rumbleredee, @joeku-xiv, @acrylicpainting, @plutoflwrs, @castookmybees, @heavens-dooor, @maizumaiz, @sparkly-trashfire, @20smileburgerstoagunfight + the people already mentioned in the post and anyone else who wants to do it <3

sorry if u didnt want to be tagged, im just curious abt ppl who interact with my posts!! i mostly tried to avoid ppl im already friends with bc i. well. i already know these things abt them lol