#im obsessed ok

[aka-indulgence]

"So. A Human?"

So i have in my head a slice of life au with Ramattra where he's not Null Sector leader and he just lives in the city in an apartment with Zenyatta, and you meet Ram at the gym... this is set after the meeting and you go to his apartment for the first time and are surprised to find your yoga teacher (Zen) there

And Zen finds out Ram has a human FRIEND??? And he's kinda mad he didn't tell him????? sjdfsd

I want to know these two so bad ToT

Through unforseen circumstances on Ramattra’s part, Zenyatta discovers that his omnic brother has set his eyes on a human. And he. Is. Furious.

(Ramattra x F!Reader) + platonic Zenyatta

(Ao3)

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“Forty… forty one… Oh!”

You stopped in front of the door labeled 42. There was a plotted plant in the front like the picture Ram had sent you. You hesitated for a moment, shaking your hands. This’ll be the first time you visited Ram in his own home, and you’re blushing at the thought of being with him in a more cozy, private place. Of course he told you he had a roommate which made you a little extra nervous, but he’d assured you that you’d get along swimmingly.

You don’t think he saw your message that you’d arrive, but you didn’t want to spend all your time waiting out in the hallway, so you bit your lip and pressed on the doorbell.

“Coming!” A… strangely familiar voice called from inside. You heard the sound of metallic footsteps approach the door, and…

“Hello, what is it that you’re… oh?”

“... Zenyatta?”

Standing in the doorway was none other than your yoga teacher, the omnic that taught your class on Saturday.

“What a… surprised to see you here, (Y/n.) What’s brought you here?” He greets you warmly though with no less confusion than you’re feeling right now.

“Uh, sorry, I just want to check real quick…” you opened your phone again to see the picture, that you definitely didn’t hallucinate the number and potted plant in the picture. “I was looking for… this door,”

“That does look like my door,” Zenyatta commented upon seeing your picture. “How puzzling… who are you here to meet?”

“Um… yeah… does Ramattra live here?”

There was a pause from Zenyatta upon hearing the name, fixing his look at you. If he had human eyes, you feel like he’d be blinking at you right now.

“You are… looking for Ramattra?”

“Yeah! Um… does he live here, do you know him?”

Another pause.

“Of course. He’s my roommate.”

“You… you’re roommates with Ram?”

“........ Yes, I am roommates with… ‘Ram’…” Zen says slowly, before he breaks out of whatever trance he was in. “Come in, come in. Ramattra just went out to the supermarket, he said he won’t be long. Make yourself comfortable,”

You walk in through a little corridor with Zen closing the door gently behind you, following you into their decently sized apartment living room. It was decorated quaintly, with what looked like a perfect blend of both Ramattra’s and Zenyatta’s style, with tapestries and posters on the wall, a warm colored rug on top of the wooden flooring. A well loved sofa sits in the middle, facing the TV. The kitchen was immaculate and still shining, despite the assortment of stuff on top of the counter which had nothing to do with the kitchen.

“I apologize for the state of the apartment. He did mention he was having someone over today, but he failed to mention who exactly.”

“Oh no, it’s fine! I really like the aesthetic of this place, I feel at home already.” You tell him genuinely.

“So… how did you meet my brother?”

Oh? “Ramattra’s your brother?”

“Oh, not exactly in the way you’re thinking. We are brothers by title. We have no blood to speak of… we just have a close bond with one another, something you’d call ‘brotherly.’”

“Oooh, ok,” you nodded. “I go to the gym a couple times a week, the same gym you like to have your classes in. I’ve seen Ram around, and one day I guess I was doing my deadlifts wrong, because he came over. … I’ll be honest, when he came over I thought I was in trouble, he looks kind of scary when he’s approaching you,”

“I understand. Even other omnics are intimidated by Ramattra,”

“Yeah, enough that I’ve had people tell me to keep away from him, haha. But then he came over to me and asked if he could spot for me, and then we just exchanged numbers,”

Zenyatta puts a hand on his chin inquisitively. “How… curious,”

The sound of the door handle jingling brought both of your attention towards it. Ramattra enters, wearing a coat and scarf combo that made him look very smart. You smile instantly seeing him- it was hard not to everytime you saw him.

“Oh, you’re here. Sorry, I bought some food for you,” he explains, raising a box of sushi at you.

“Aww, thanks Ram!”

You turn, only to find Zenyatta staring down his brother. You’re not sure how you know, it’s not as if the omnic had any identifying facial expressions or visible eyes to get clues from, but the way he was looking at Ramattra felt… intense. When you looked back at Ram, he seemed to be sweating from his gaze.

“How… nice of you to do that for your human friend, Ramattra. Let me help you,”

Zenyatta stands up, bounding over to Ramattra, taking the box, and gently placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Ramattra stands there frozen, until Zen presses his hands together with a huff.

“Is it alright if I borrow Ramattra for a while human? I just remembered something I have to discuss with him.”

“Zen-”

“Oh uh, yeah! That’s no problem with me!”

“Thank you. Please feel free to eat while we speak.”

“Brother-”

Zenyatta cuts him off with a firm grab on his wrist. You’ve never seen Ram so… nervous all of a sudden, and you’ve never seen Zen look so… determined?

“Room, now.” He orders, and without waiting for an answer, he drags Ram into the room with a tapestry on the door.

… Were you in trouble? Was Ramattra in trouble?

You looked at the sushi in front of you.

… Aw. He remembered I like salmon,

*****

Zenyatta could not believe his brother, hiding something as exciting as a human ‘friend’.

“Why did you not tell me,” Zenyatta rounds on him as soon as the door closes, providing privacy for the omnics.

Ramattra sighs, sounding unlike a chided human teenager. “I don’t know what there is to tell-”

“You have. A human. Friend.”

“You don’t approve of me having a human friend?” Ramattra teases.

“You know that will never be a problem and I’ve always hoped for you to form a friendly bond with a human.” Zenyatta presses. He won’t let Ramattra get out of this one.

“You sound upset, though.”

“I am upset you’ve never told me about this,” Zen looks down, fingers pinching… somewhere on his forehead. “Why would you think this was something you did not need to tell me? I am excited! Did you not think how surprised I would be, to have a human knock on our door? And not only that she asked for you, she said that you invited her.”

“I… I did not want to cause a fuss. I was afraid you’d hound me for details,”

“Your efforts seems have been for naught brother, if you’ve decided to invite her over. You were only delaying the inevitable,”

Ramattra grumbles, knowing he’s right.

“How long have you known her?”

Thankfully, it seems Ramattra has given up trying to resist. “I met her about a month or so ago. I… I saw her looking at me. She’d always panicked when our eyes met, and I thought it was… endearing. I found a reason to speak to her when i saw her lifting improperly, and here we are.”

Zenyatta looks towards the doorway, as if he could see you. He opens the door a crack to take a peek.

You were happily eating the sushi in the living room. This might’ve been the first time anyone’s eaten anything in the house. Human food, at least.

“Did you know she’s a student in my yoga class? She must’ve had her gym days on different days, because I’m sure I would’ve seen her…”

“Yes… that was deliberate. I asked to meet her again, and I didn’t want you to see, so I had us meet on other days-”

“You’re regularly meeting her at the gym?!” Zenyatta almost screams, holding Ramattra by his hoodie. “Had I known you could enjoy the company of a human, I would’ve introduced her sooner. She’s a lovely human. She likes to stay back after class and talk with me about life.”

“She is lovely,” Ramattra concurs. “Look, I… I hid it because I’m not sure how this… happened. It’s frustrating. I vowed never to get too close to a human but… she was… I saw her in the gym and she was… cute. She was shy around me. I didn’t think a human could find the infamous ‘ravager’ attractive. She apologized to me for staring. I… liked her staring. I’m… I’m confused brother. I don’t know how she makes it so… easy to like her. I wish I understood what was happening to me…”

Oh, his poor, dear brother… he seemed so lost. It’s at times like this that Zenyatta is reminded that Ramattra is a couple years younger than him. It’s a little funny when a grown omnic like himself could be so troubled by… romance.

… Was his brother in love with a human?

“... You love her,”

Ramattra flinches, and if he were human, he’d be sweating.

“It’s! I wouldn’t… I don’t… I don’t know yet, ok?”

“This is wonderful,” Zenyatta gasped, “brother… are you opening up to humans? Are you seeing the light they possess, like I do?”

Ramattra scoffs.

“Don’t get your hopes too high, brother. This one’s special. I’ve never met a human as respectful, as kind, as sweet as her. She’s the exception, not the rule.”

“A journey of a thousand steps starts with one…”

“I appreciate your sayings brother, but you are expecting too much of me,” Ramattra puts his hand on his shoulder and gets to the door. “I need to get back to her, I can’t leave her alone,”

Zenyatta chortles.

“Of course brother, you’re unsure you’re in love…”

Ramattra makes a sound of embarrassment that Zenyatta doesn’t hear too often these days.

“Ahem,” Ramattra coughs, “I’m being honest when I tell you I don’t know yet… but I will admit that I like her quite a lot and, I’d like her to like me back. I want to make a good impression on her, so… please don’t mention too much about me.”

“About what?”

Ramattra dillydallies, like he’s biting his tongue, but through what would’ve been gritted teeth, he says “... About not liking humans or just… embarassing things. Please,”

… You must be really important to him. Zenyatta has to swallow his excitement as to not mortify his brother any further.

“... Alright. For you brother, I hope nothing but the best of you and your human,”

Ramattra is still for a moment. Then he mumbles.

“... My human…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Ramattra responds lightning fast, opening the door, clearly done with the conversation.

Zenyatta’s rage, having been quickly quelled, feels rewarded that as soon as they exit his room, Ramattra made a beeline for the sofa and sat next to you.

“Are you guys ok?” You ask, bouncing a little when Ramattra sits next to you. Ramattra looked oversized for you, making you sink towards him from the dip he made on the cushions.

If he could, Zenyatta would be smiling slyly.

“We’re fine. I hope you feel welcome in our home, I apologize for our rude departure. Would you like some tea?”

Zenyatta knew he liked you when you brightened up and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll be down to the convenient store,”

“Oh… are you sure? You don’t have to go buy some more,”

“Nonsense. Besides, we don’t really get to use our kitchen appliances here, I’m so excited. I’ll only be away for a minute, so I hope… you and Ramattra… enjoy yourselves,”

Zenyatta takes joy in your puzzled look while Ramattra looks like he’s barely restraining himself from attacking him.

He didn’t wait for a word of protest from his brother, and simply left the apartment.

…

Ramattra turned to you, your sushi unfinished.

“... Do you want to watch something?”

[shiningqueen]

I'll say everything and nothing. / NSFW Mihawk x afab!reader

WELL, I turned my sad thoughts into smut. Lowkey this is definitely just Fay-coded because I'm a simp. Just written in second tense for practice, also for inclusiveness for others to enjoy.

rating: NSFW / explicit / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw: PinV intercourse, not many explicit terms used otherwise. characters: Mihawk x afab!reader

You have never said I love you.

It is not for a lack of wanting, or the absence of such ardent feelings. You loved deeply, fully, with everything you could possibly give.

There is something to those three words that stick in your throat. The depth of their meaning and implications, the almost taboo nature of uttering them openly to your beloved. You cant say them. Not yet. Not yet.

Even now, bare flesh and tangled in sheets and skin with the hot luff of mingled breaths between you, impassioned and thrumming with ecstasy; you do not speak them. You mouth silent words against his sweat slick collarbone, vision lost to darkness as your mind swam hazy with euphoria. It is never those words but you imagine imprinting synonymous phrases on his flesh. Admissions of adoration and praise, terms of endearment that meant so much more beyond 'lover' or 'darling.' Secrets scarcely given oxygen to be formed as your lips grazed up along his throat -

Until a firm hand gripped your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes open to meet the piercing stare of Dracule Mihawk.

"Eyes on me, starling." The rough drawl of his voice is thick with wanting, eyes eclipsed to the first dark ring with a thin rim of gold remaining. His fist in your hair is firm but still gentle and the steady rhythm of his hips grinding between your spread thighs slows to an almost torturous pace. A groan tearing from his throat as he savors the slick drag of your bodies together.

Mihawk is ravenous for the way you come apart for him, so raw and desperate are the hitched sounds you make and the earnest expressions on your face are forever ingrained in his mind. As you whine and writhe beneath him in wanton throes, he leans down to taste the salt-sweet sweat beading along your throat and pinches his teeth into your pulse point. The resulting full body convulsion that tears through you, paired with the strangled sound caught in your vocal chords, has him growling.

"Beautiful," he sighs with reverent indulgence, gaze flickering to your flushed face and parted lips in time to catch them utter some unknown phrase. He kisses whatever breath remains in your lungs away, errantly thinking about all the other instances he'd caught you mumbling phrases and words in another language. He never heard them, it was only your mouth forming consonants and vowels but never giving them actual voice.

He keeps his thrusts languid and unhurried, slides his free hand along your thigh and hikes it up higher against his hip, so he can sink deeper into the warmth of your core. "Tell me," Mihawk murmurs against your mouth, "what is that you are trying to say, querida?" The endearment slips out like honey, laced with his deep seated affection for you.

You choke on a sound, a word, you aren't certain. Every nerve is firing off with endorphins as you lay there trapped beneath him, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath your hands as they wander over him. "F-feels good," you manage to stutter out, because those other words are still glued onto the back of your tongue. They wont dare come forth, even if he tormented you all night, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion but never over it.

"Mhmm," Mihawk hums his agreement, relishing in the pleasurable throb at the base of his spine every time he sinks into you, still in absolutely no hurry to chase his end. He knows you're lying to him. The tangle of his fingers in your hair loosens and he glides that hand over the curve of your jaw, along your neck and down to your clavicle in a doting stroke. "What else, songbird?" He prompts, palm cupping your breast with his thumb circling the peaked nub of your nipple. You keen at the touch and eagerly roll your hips up against his, eyes rolling to stare blankly at the ceiling.

"Mihawk," his name is a whimper, wanting to drown in the pulse of euphoria but damn, the seductive husk of his voice is threatening to unwind that damned confession from its prison.

The swordsman makes another wondering sound, "Yes, mi vida? Let me hear you."

Your thighs spasm when you feel his hand drift further downwards to start rubbing tight circles against the bud of your arousal, a desperate cry making your lungs hurt from the force behind it. When your sight returns to his face, the intensity of his expression makes your navel clench in a delightful way. "Stars," you gasp and dig blunt nails into his bicep. Finally you dare to utter just one of the phrases you'd long been using in place of 'I love you.'

"[You are my everything.]"

It was nonsense to Mihawk, as he didnt fully understand the foreign language you spoke but he could gleam the sincerity in them, the raw ardor in their shaky pronounciation. He doesnt let up on touching you fevrently, the pace of his thrusts quickening just enough. "And what-" he trails kisses along your jaw to the shell of your ear, "does that mean, dear?" His breath is warm and damp as it rushes out from between his lips.

"Hah," you chuff, squirming as your climax rises up with every passing moment, "it means, exactly what is said."

It wasnt the answer he was looking for, but he couldnt deny enjoying the clever way you had with words, even in bed. However, any further attempts to coax honesty from you are abandoned for the moment, lost beneath the rising tide of orgasm that takes you both in succession. You tip over first- twitching and clutching at him fiercely, incoherent from the overstimulation. Mihawk groans in the wake of you clenching so tightly around him, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

You embrace him when he settles his weight over your chest, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as your breathing and pulse slowly steady. Letting the haze of desire dissipate with every heartbeat.

Later - after you separate and clean up, wrapping around each other under the covers, Mihawk nips playfully at your shoulder. You giggle and pinch him in retort, but he surprises you when he repeats those same foreign words you'd muttered before. Not mimicked quite perfectly but the attempt is there.

"Do you.. Even know what you're saying?" You ask softly, throat tight.

He hums, repeats the phrase slower, a pensive crease in his dark brows. "I have an idea of their meaning." A pause and then, "Will you ever tell me?"

Mihawk stares at you imploringly, with an edge of knowing in his bright eyes, but you only smile secretly and lean in to kiss him sweetly. "One day, I might be persuaded." You tell him impishly.

"Persuaded?" He echoes wryly and squeezes you closer to him, "As you wish, starling."

[agrebel18]

it’s always “i love you” and never “just please - don’t call yourself that ever again”

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[bishy437]

"Don't talk to me or my child ever again"

[theundeadbrides]

Obsessed with the idea of Castlevania from Alucard's perspective 'cause like. Imagine your dad is one of the most dangerous people on the planet but you keep forgetting about it because he's also hopelessly and pathetically devoted to your mother to the point of borderline neglecting you which kind of sucks but y'know whatever. And then your mom is brutally and publicly murdered so you head out for your dad's estate already presuming he's cooking up some pretty chill, sweet revenge, only to find out he's actually Actively Planning A Genocide against your own mother's people, of which you're also still technically a part of. So you try telling your dad that's actually Not Chill and he just fucking lunges at you, permanently scarring you and leaving you in a year long coma so now you have to kill your weirdo loser dad which sucks hard cuz y'know. You really don't have anyone else but ok.

But you're still in a coma so then you're woken up by a random mage girl who thinks you're Jesus Christ Reborn and a loser homeless boy who immediately (and homoerotically) tries to fight you and he actually manages to stab you in the gut but you think that's sexy and you ask them if they wanna help you kill your dad and now suddenly you're part of a murder polycule. So like. What I'm trying to say is 10/10 the character of all time

[atla-suki]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER

[gravedigg]

The Magician - Dorian Pavus

[formulanni]

SIMPLY LOVELY HUH⁉️

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[actualjenna]

the farmers are farmering

[garliicgun]

girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight (in that order)

[whenemmafalls]

TAYLOR SWIFT

Rehearsal Pics + The Eras Tour

[sexymoonmansslut]

r.a.b

the black brothers pt. 1

[spoopdeedoop]

help i never posted this here

[giraffeautism]

The most common argument you'll hear against self diagnosis is that people will fake being [X] for attention. But every disabled person, physical or otherwise, knows this could only work in online spaces - the world was not made for us, and brandishing your disability as a badge of honor that gives you ~special privileges~ is such a funny idea.

Like, honey - that doesn't happen. No one gets anything from being disabled. Maybe extra accommodations if you're lucky - but nothing else. And the internet isn't as important as you seem to think - eventually it just feels hollow.

Ask disabled people how often they had to fight to get diagnosed so their medical needs could be met and their complaints would be heard. Doctors are just hardwired to delay this as much as possible.

I knew I was autistic since late 2018 - I got an official diagnosis 4 months ago. Knowing yourself and how you can make your own life easier is a lifesaver.

And this isn't even going into how many *cons* there are to a professional diagnosis, like being met with disdain at best and denied services at worst.

I don't care if a 16 year old who self diagnosed after taking 1 online quiz about autism is wrong. And honestly I think it's weird people treat this 'issue' with so much hatred.