#its transformers all over again 😭

[pr0cyon-lotor]

I remember telling a friend a random romantic trope I'd think would be funny and they told me "oh like in mdzs"

...What? I'm sorry... What happens in MDZS?

What the hell even is MDZS at this point? I say a random trope or concept and it's somehow in there. I'm being slowly convinced I legitimately don't know what the plot even is in that novel

[lorillee]

im really normal about them <- lie

[tenjikufag]

I really need a sub Dabi x male reader Imagine that reader has a Tartaglia-type form and he transforms during the battle, thinking that he scared Dabi with it, but this only manifests dirty thoughts in his head. Nsfw please (sorry if it's too much 😭🙏) P.s I watched the new season and it's soooo good 😩

Short Fuse.

Dabi x Hero!MaleReader

-smut, dirty thoughts, rough sex, DOM!READER, sub!Dabi, size difference, dubious consent(?), knife mention, crying, slight degradation

-thank you for the request. I haven’t caught up with the anime yet but I’ve been reading the manga and wowie.. but I hope this is what you wanted or meant, wasn’t sure if you wanted villain or not..

The League of Villains surrounded you and your fellow heroes, you’d been stuck with their flame quirk user and it put you at a standstill.

You held a typical hydro quirk, one that allows weapons to manifest from water alone and gave you the ability to cause on land tidal waves and seismic ripples with underground water reserves.

But, even with the upper hand you’d become exhausted because of the power of Dabi’s quirk; being able to turn all the water that surrounded you to nothing but steam that would burn those around who hadn’t trained to succeed in such a scorching environment.

“Say hero, why don’t ya give up already. All your friends are dyin’ around you.. can’t you help them?”

He was right, but the way he chuckled ignited a new surge of energy.

You would surely fall into his hands if you pushed your quirk any further without using.. that side of your quirk.

A secondary trait wasn’t common but it’s what you had. It wasn’t a flattering trait and you’d been told to keep it under wraps.. it could be viewed as a villainous quirk. That’s what you were told at least.

It was scary. Terrifying even, one that you’d imagine a villain to have.

It would be a shock factor, hopefully, and this was life or death for you and the others..

Inhaling deeply, you allowed for the electric currents caused by water and the seismic rifts to fester in your body. It hurt, and you would have hell to pay physically for doing so.

Screaming loudly you charged at the patched male, before he could burn you to a crisp you quickly used him as a launching pad and tossed yourself into the air above him. He fell to his knees and quickly whipped around with his hand out to let a burst of flames out.

His eyes widened, the large form creating a dooming shadow over him and shading the blazing sun from him.

Dabi shook in excitement, you’d grown twice maybe triple the size you were, violet tinted black armour covered your body and a feathery collar to top it off.

The single eye in the center of the new mask pointed its gaze down to him.. before he could fully comprehend the sight he was sent flying from a sudden shock of electricity.

Grunting, he went to try and hit you again but was only pile-drived through the terrain. Even through the terrain and pain, he felt himself heat up from the grasp you had on him..

You were so big.. your hands easily wrapping around his waist and the power you exuded.. he was excited.

“Ugh.. quite the form ya got there..”

He pathetically laid under you, pinned by your weight and with his shirt shredded to bits he was almost exposed to you. The tightness in his pants was keeping him from moving further..

Dabi couldn’t help the perverted thoughts he had, scanning you as you loomed over him..

Did everything grow? Was this just armour or is everything huge now.. he could see your neck through a gap in the armour, feeling himself drool a little at the sight of your shiny sweat.

How would it taste? How would you taste? Were you salty, sweet, pungent.. maybe even savoury? Was there an underlying musk or was it overwhelmingly musky and manly.. the idea of tasting even a lick of your sweat made him cross his legs even if he was held under a deadly grip.

You took his silence and halted movement as fear, he only stared up at you with wide eyes and his body was stiff and rigid in your grip. The swirling in your stomach festered while his bright eyes stared, you heard the cameras flashing and people scream around you. Even in such a fierce battle the cameras were always on, there were still onlookers who stood too stubborn to leave- claiming you’d save them even if they stayed.

“No more moves, Dabi?”

Dabi gulped, swallowing his excess saliva and the lump in his throat bobbed.. he didn’t want you to let go of him or leave and he needed to find a way to keep you near him.

Raising his hand, he reached out towards your face.. instinctively you flinched away and shoved your hand further into his abdomen; making him wheeze out from the pressure.

Before you could question or do anything further, he blasted a large burst of flames into your face- the heat making you collapse along with the fumes taking every ounce of air from your lungs.

Dabi expected you to fall on top of him, ready for the impact of all your weight ontop of him but you managed to fall to the side.. smirking, he greedily took in the image of you lurched over and grinned while he watched you shrink. Before the smoke and flames could clear he grabbed you and took off.

You were bigger and buffer than him before, with him carrying you the size difference in your normal form was still enough to keep up his excitement.. your hand that laid over his shoulder was almost twice the size of his.. did you really finish shrinking or were you naturally this big? He shuddered, thinking of all the things you could do to him if he wasn’t so sly and greedy. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you.

—

He brought you to a hidden area, not that far away from the actual fight but far enough that it would be considered an evacuated zone.

You came to almost as soon as he dropped you to the ground, and he smiled deviously while you blinked away the pain- trying to stand only to stumble around without finding your footing.

“Havent you found yourself in a fun scenario, hero?”

Looking up, you caught the bright eyes of Dabi, he sat on a chair with his legs crossed.. you went to attack but only fell to clutch your side.

The after effects from your secondary trait kicking in, your thoughts no longer all that self preserving or even coherent.

“Gotta say.. that form you took out there. I’d love to know more about it.”

Wincing, you sat down on the ground.. staring up at the man who looked like he would eat you alive..

“W..what do you mean?”

He chuckled, smoothly moving to sit infront of you- running a finger up your neck and only lightly grazing before you slapped his hand away. The finger glistened with a thin veil of your sweat, silence halted in your throat as you watched his pierced tongue lick and suck on the finger..

“You’re so big.. does that go for the rest of you?”

Going to crawl on his hands and knees, he inches closer to you- his arousal growing as he smelled you.

It wasn’t unpleasant, your faint odour covered by a cologne smell and the scents mixed only furthered his thoughts. You didn’t dare move, unsure what he was actually trying to do but the way he took in deep breathes right by your neck.. it made you gulp and want to.. you weren’t sure what you were going to do.

“It would be so fun to play with you in that form.. have you ever tried it? Do ya think anyone could even take you without being torn in half?”

“What the hell? What are you saying?!”

He pulled away with a frown, lowering himself to your thighs and only hovering above them.

“You saying it’s never been a thought? Cmon.. most people would kill to have someone as large as you tear them up..”

Your breathe hitched, blush coming over your face.. the realization hit you. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t scared of your form back there.. he was.. aroused?

“You’re not scared? My quirk didn’t scare you?!”

Dabi chuckled, taking in and reading your body language, deciding to run his hands across your thighs and up to flutter over your waist.

“I’m a villain, it takes a lot to scare me and I would never be scared of some hero.. I can tell you’re weak and won’t be able to get away from me..”

Licking his lips, his eyes trailed up to yours as he laid his cheek on your plush thigh

“Why don’t you have some fun? Push your quirk to the limit, let me see how big you really are..”

He couldn’t help it, the need, the want, for you to fuck him silly- tear him to shreds, it ached and throbbed inside of him.

You stared down at him, it had been a thought of yours but.. it was never an idea that you’d sleep with a villain!

—

Sweat, musk, a thick fragrance filled the room. It reeked in the best ways- it smelled like sex and desperation. It smelled like sin.

A hero and villain fucking each other as if it was still a life or death battle, aggressive moans and screams emptied themselves between each wall in attempts to fight their ways outside.

Dabi laid with his face pressed against the ground, tongue hanging out of his mouth while he panted like a dog. His free forming moans and whining sounding strangled from his throat.

“Such a filthy fucking villain.. where is your pride? What’s all.. this for?”

His eyes rolled back into his head, the degrading insinuations of your words bounced around his head. A life where he only stood by to be a toy for a hero would truly be a scandalous turn of events- imagine that?! All his hard work to get where he is, all the hardships, the reputation he built.. only to be dummied down to nothing but a slut for a hero..

Every buck of your hips left even less of his pride and self worth- god you were big. It felt so full. Your dick was almost in his guts and rearranging his intestines- he swore!

“What’s that? Got something to say? Let me hear it, tell me with your big boy words.”

His lip quivered, knowing he couldn’t speak through his own sounds he resorted to writhing under you.

“That’s what I thought.”

You pulled out, letting go of his waist and sitting back. Dabi looked behind him, seeing you catching your breathe and pumping yourself.

“Get over here. Now.”

With legs like jelly, he moved to pathetically crawl towards you and sit in your lap.

“Ride it.”

With a weak nod his hand reached around to fill himself up again. With tears in his eyes he tried to bounce himself- only to have his legs tremble under him and threaten to give out.

Nothing he did satisfied how you fucked him. But, his protesting whines fell on deaf ears- the look in your eyes burnt at his skin.

He needed more.

Tears started to pour from his bright eyes, with a smirk you used your quirk on his tears and made a small and razor sharp blade from the sweet liquid.

It went to his throat and pricked his skin, his sensitive scarred skin being nicked made him cry harder.

“Finish yourself, I’m getting bored.”

With a choked sob, he bounced with every drop of energy he had.. all the exhaustion from being abused by the fight and by your dick catching up far too quickly- he wasn’t done! It just wasn’t enough time but through it all he made himself cum. The gooey liquid hitting his chest and shooting just underneath his own chin.

“How pathetic. Disappointing. Can’t be a good villain and can’t even be a good fuck!”

Your hand came up and shoved his face away harshly, forcing him to fall back and get pinned by you once again- the small blade threatening his jugular once more as you laid atop of him.

“Now, I need to get myself taken care of since you wasted my time.”

With a rough thrust, your full length intruded his tight hole and hit against his gummy walls.. every thrust was deep and harsh. Dabi could only lay under you weakly and let you have your way with his body.

He wasn’t scared by your form, he was scared of you. How could a hero be this mean in sex? What a filthy and unhero-like mouth you had.. what a filthy and lewd body you had.

The time you spent abusing his body wasn’t even a tangible thought that he couldn’t comprehend- he felt like it’d been years and his body wanted to give up so badly. When he felt the hot load of cum shoot across his stomach he let out a shuttering breathe- his ass already clenching around nothing.

He needed to keep you somehow.. he needed to see you at your best if this was you tired and aching..

“And yeah, to answer you question.. it all grows. Don’t think you could handle it though, even if you are such a slut.”

With a weak smirk, he watched you leave him alone in all his shame- the faint smell of you left on his skin and making him want to try you again.

With a final shred of energy, he used a finger to pick up your cum on his stomach and shoving it down his throat.

It made every dirty thought he had resurface.. you tasted amazing. He needed more. He’d find you alone again, and show you he isn’t this weak and could please you more, he could impress you.

He wanted a hero to ruin him, and it needed to be you.

[muletia]

Hi, I want to thank you for your scenarios JAJSJAJ, they are so good, Optimus is so cute I just want to hug him and bite him 😭😭😭😭.

But, imagine if the reader for some reason stays overnight at the base, I'm 100% sure this big guy would just stand there watching the reader sleep, like "I wish she was dreaming about me" or like Pearl in that chapter where Steven finds out she's been watching him sleep all his life KKKKKKKKK.

Pd. Sorry if the writing is bad, English is not my main language.

I send lots of love to the author! Thank you! 🥰

hello and thank you so much, your idea was so cute that i decided to make a very small drabble about it <333 also yes, bite this man on the neck, he would love it. and don't worry, your english is great (fun fact english is not my first language either)

word count: 490

It's quiet in the base when Optimus returns from patrol. No sign of the kids or any of his team members. Even Ratchet is missing from his workstation at the keyboard, surprising the Autobot leader. Could it be that he finally went to take the much-needed rest he deserves? He sincerely hoped that was the case.

Still, sadness overcame him. This meant you weren’t in the base either. What a shame. He had naïvely hoped the two of you would meet again. Maybe he would’ve even driven you home...

He transformed gracefully. He intended to head to his quarters to grab a datapad, but before he could take a single step, something—or rather, someone—caught his attention. He wasn’t alone. He allowed himself a subtle smile when he noticed you on the couch. You had a laptop on your lap, though you weren’t typing, and the device’s screen was off. Were you recharging?

He stepped closer, but not even the sound of his massive footsteps woke you, giving him the perfect opportunity to observe your face. You looked so serene, so peaceful. However, he knew that your sleep likely stemmed from immense exhaustion, which you had eventually stopped fighting. Never before had something like this happened—you’d never spent the night at their base. It was his turn to gently remind you to rest. The last thing he wanted was for you to push your body beyond its limits.

He knows he shouldn’t stare, especially now when you’re vulnerable before him, unable to tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable. He was using your slumber for his own satisfaction, indulging in a wickedness that fed his mania. And he hated himself for it, silently screaming that he needed to stop and that he was shameless. But he couldn’t.

How much he’d give to be able to recharge beside you. To hold your body close and finally rest. If you were so near to him, would you still haunt his dreams? Or would you finally allow him some relief? Would your embrace protect him from himself? He would likely never get answers to these questions. But that didn’t stop him from fantasizing, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t count how many times he had scolded himself, berating his delusions. It never helped. He was incorrigible.

He wanted to touch you, so badly, but in this regard, he managed to maintain self-control—he hadn’t yet crossed that boundary. He vented heavily and gently took your laptop, moving it to the other end of the couch. Then, he grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch, left there by one of the kids, and covered you with it after spreading it out fully. He allowed himself one more moment to gaze at you, to admire your form undisturbed by the realities of the awake world and then left to fetch his datapad. It was going to be a very long night.

[menofprogress]

I saw someone say that Viktor constantly reaching out to Jayce and trying to get him on his side after he initially left him and after Jayce fought, rejected and shot at him makes no sense but i disagree.

Imho jayce and viktor are incredibly, INSANELY codependent, they were each others closest contact for nearly a decade, saw each other every day, single mindedly worked towards the same goal, etc. Their lives immediately take a nosedive once theyre even slightly separated from each other (viktor nearly dies, jayce kills a kid, viktor atomises sky and then nearly kills himself, jayce lands in apocalypse land and viktor starts a cult). They instinctively always act like theyre still partners, even when theyre clearly supposed to be enemies because not being together feels unnatural to them.

Jayce doesnt act consciously when reviving viktor using the hexcore and YES viktor is hurt and distressed bc he was essentially turned into rio and he feels like he needs to leave, but then what? He probably finds out about jayces disappearance a few days later and is like "oh no, oh fuck, i know I left HIM, but i didnt want this" i mean he probably thought jayce was dead.

So for a few months he builds his commune and deliberately integrates sentimental things about his and jayces partnership (his 'home' looks like the hexgates, hes still wearing the blanket, for some reason theres a forge in the commune) which, imho, shows hes mourning and missing jayce in his own way. (A special personal hc of mine is that he grew out his hair out of grief). And in the pit we have jayce sobbing and crying bc he misses both mel and viktor so much.

So jayce reappears and viktors like "heeeyyyy bestie, oh my god, i missed u come visit me!!!" And jayce is rightfully confused like "didnt YOU break up with ME?" and viktor is like "nooo, hahaha, i was crazy back then, just forget about it, pls visit me?" And is only mildly concerned by jayce killing one of his followers (and then hes also mostly concerned about jayce, not salo lol)

Then jayce arrives and shoots him and its very painful bc viktor fully didnt expect jayce to hurt him! Hes so shocked 😭

Anyways after that Viktor "attacks" (more like "does a mating dance for") jayce in the council room and AGAIN asks him to join his emo band and is AGAIN shocked and hurt when jayce genuinely fights back and rejects him. Viktor is temporarily hurt and gives singed the ok to start the process.

And then as the fully transformed herald he STILL talks about how happy he is to see jayce and doesnt really put any effort into neutralising him. Like he could have just shot him hbxhnxgkhfj

All the while we have jayce talking big talk about stopping viktor, but when it comes down to it?? He doesnt manage to take him out and still talks to him. And then he sees Viktor in the astral realm and once there is a SLIVER of hope hes immediately like "oh thank god i can stop trying to kill him, this was never going to work"

All of this isnt contradictory to me. It means that both of them actually know that they should be on opposing sides now, they start acting according to the idea that the other one is now an enemy, they make plans accordingly, but when it comes down to it theyre reluctant to actually follow through bc that would mean a life without the other and thats worse than staying enemies forever.

Viktor kept reaching out, hoping to be partners again after MULTIPLE rejections and jayce couldnt bear to kill viktor or to let him die alone. Being apart from each other is quite literally the worst thing for either of them, so the instinct to reach out to each other will always take over.

[sleepingdayaway]

just read your majoras mask post and i wish i could hug young link so bad😭 I then thought of what would happen if its LU and reader stumbles upon Time, who hasn't seen them since Majoras Mask. The reunion would either be devastating or really cute since hes old and seeing a parental(ish) figure again😭🩷

UR SO BIG BRAIN ANON. FUCK, I CAN NEVER MAKE HIM HAPPY

making a big strong leader be sad and cry for his parental figure fuels me with so much joy

It's a quiet night for the Chain as they all chatted amongst each other while setting up camp for the night. Wild is preparing a a fire, so he could make plans for dinner with Warriors helping him by going through the recipes that he saved on his slate. Wind, Legend and Hyrule are sitting together and speaking about their homes; Wind mostly talking about how he misses his younger sister and his grandma.

Twilight has left to keep an survey the surrounding area. Separate from the group so he could transform into his wolf form without the others knowing. Sky and Four are besides the cook and captain as they had a soft conversation about Sky's sword during his time in the Knight Academy, and when he was forging the Goddess Blade/Master Sword.

Meanwhile Time is sitting a bit farther away; not too far that he couldn't hear them but he's able to have his own space. He’s been feeling heavy these days as it takes a mental toll on him. Attempting to be the voice of reason isn’t easy even though he is in a body that now matches his mind.

Time doesn’t understand the heaviness that he has been feeling as their journey continues; the years long exhaustion seeping into his bones as he watches the rest interact with each other. A small nagging in his skull refuses to allow him a moment of relief. Urging him to get up and not stay idle which causes the older man to let out a sigh.

Which turned out to be a good idea when two sets of footsteps could be heard approaching the camp. Time turned to look at where the noise was approaching which in turned caused the rest of the hero’s to tense up slightly.

If old man Time notices something first, the others will follow suit. Instead of the noise of monsters which most of them can recognize; it was instead the voice of Twilight with a familiar one in tow. Everyone relaxed when they realized it was the Rancher, but were curious on who was he bringing. It was unusual for him to bring a civilian into their camp.

Except as soon as they were in view it made sense. The civilian was roughed up and had scratches and scrapes all over their body as if they had been running away from something. Although they acted as if they were fine, smiling and making exaggerated gestures for Twilight. A slight distraction one as would a parent would to distract a child from something

It seemed to work as Twilight was fully engaged in conversation and only broke out of it when Hyrule reacted first and approached them. They smile at Hyrule and began introducing themselves as the boy checks up on the civilian, upon seeing the injuries on them.

That voice. Time’s ear gave a slight twitch upon hearing them speak, as a sudden coldness enveloped his body. He knows that voice. Holy shit, Time fucking recognized who is speaking to Hyrule and Twilight.

Time needs to step away; as he felt his own body began to tremble at the memories of his past adventures with them. He can’t show weakness in front of the others. If he starts acting up then everyone will become suspicious of them even though they have done no wrong.

Quickly he gets up before approaching Warriors and muttered some excuse about him needing to take a walk. Warriors, who understands that Time had a lot on his plate recently, agreed and reassured that he and Twilight will keep watch over everyone.

In an instant, Time is walking away from the group as he felt someone’s gaze on his back.

The sun is gone by the time he returns to the camp.

Time curses himself for leaving for so long. He wasn’t supposed to be gone for a long time; he merely needed time to recollect his thoughts and get his act together before approaching them again.

The scarred man lets out as sigh once he catches sight of the campfire. His body slowly begins to relax once he spots the rolled out bedrolls that are occupied by the rest of the group.

As he nears closer he counts the ones who a sleeping, noticing that the only one that isn’t asleep is Wild. Said man is by the fire and already staring at the older hero and quietly goes up to him, “Time, you’re back.” He states softly, trying not the wake the others from their sleep.

Time nods and scans the younger man for anything that could be bothering him, “Yes, sorry for being gone until nightfall, it wasn’t my intention I just-“

“Needed to clear your head?” Wild interrupts with a small smile of understanding. In which Time lets out a small sigh before humming in agreement.

“Is everything alright? How was….the civilian that the Ranch hand brought?” He asked.

As if barely remembering about them Wild slightly shuffled on his feet, “They’re fine! It’s just that……”

The Hero of Time raises a brow at him, “Did something happened while I was gone?” He questioned as he placed his hands on his hips.

“No! Nothing bad happened it’s just, they were determined to repay us by keeping watch and letting us all rest,” Wild responds before turning away and looks behind him; Time follows his gaze. Sitting away from them on a log near the edge of camp is them; staring out into the woods and appears to be keeping watch as Wild says.

”Huh….. I would’ve assumed that one of you would be weary of letting a stranger be in charge of your safety.” Wild lets out a slight wince at his words, and a hand comes up behind his neck as he remembers what happened a few hours prior.

“You’re not wrong, in fact the Veteran was the first one to express his distaste at the idea who was then backed up by Wars.”

Wild explains how after the two voiced their opinions and how they’re greatful at the thought, but they didn’t trust them. The civilian nodded in understanding before they began interacting with the rest. Somehow as the sun was begun to set and everyone ate their meals; did they all began to grow tired as their journey from today hit them unusually hard.

Warriors pulled Wild to the side and explained how Time was still out there and how they might need to go search from him, but that was when the Civilian spoke up. Saying how they’re sure that he’ll arrive soon and to soothe their worries they’ll stay up to wait for his return.

Reluctantly, Warriors agreed as his exhaustion doubled before crawling into his bedroll and promptly passing out. Leaving Wild and them awake as Wild fights off sleep; keeping them company as they waited for Time to return.

“I know it’s ridiculous for a group of hero’s to lower their guard to someone unfamiliar, but for some reason…. I feel as if……”

“As if you know them from somewhere?” Said Time gently, now understanding where he was coming from. Wild nodded as he looked down, finally realizing how tired he was.

Time put his hands on Wild’s shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze, “I’m here now, go rest.” He says softly with a slight tone of appreciation, “Thank you, for waiting Wild.”

The young man nodded before walking limply to his own bedroll and collapsing as well.

He watched Wild fall asleep completely as an attempt to delay the inevitable, but Time knew it was futile and he knew that they would still be waiting. After a few moments passed did he begin to walk over to the edge of camp where they sat.

He sat down next to them without thinking twice, but didn’t look at their face. He had a feeling that string holding himself together would snap if he looked at them.

But it would be broken anyway since they made the first move.

“I’m sorry for leaving without goodbye.”

Time tenses before dropping his face into his hands, letting out a silent sob, in an attempt to hide himself from view.

A gentle hand lands in his hair as it begins to comb through it, and once more he’s pulled back into his memories during his journey through Termina. Of the same hand running through his hair in the aftermath of a battle that took a toll on him.

Losing all strength that is holding himself together; Time collapses on himself and curls up to them. Losing all rationality and just wants to be held by them again as he clings on their clothes.

“It’s okay, I’m here now Link.”

Their voice calls out to Time as their other arm wraps around his back to hold him closer. As he cries to himself as the memories of Termina returns full force, the amount of times he failed the people of the town. The moments where he messed up and had to start over again-

He failed to save that girl’s father.

He failed to reunite Kafei and Anju.

He failed to protect Romani from those monsters.

He failed-

Humming interrupts his train of thought as he opens his eyes in shock. The feeling of a hand rubbing his back and another in his hair brings him back to them, as he leans his head on their chest.

Relaxing into their hold as he listens to their heartbeat and to their humming of a familiar song.

Finally.

Someone else sings for his sorrows to heal.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Complilation of Ratchet and Optimus in the marvel comics

I know alot of people don't like how emotional Optimus is in the marvel comics (especially with Ratchet vs the rest of the autobots at the end) but just the things they do for each other here... they love each other so much it's taking over my brain

I love the earlier issues of them bickering

Spoiler warning for the marvel comics btw

Poor guy, his bf couldn't even stay alive for the first 10 issues

The size difference is insanee + Ratchet appreciation :)

Optimus faking his death to make the autobots less reliant on him so he went on a death mission and planted a fake corpse, Ratchet held a funeral for him

Optimus of course came back, but then litterally 2 issues later HE DIED FOR REAL. Poor Ratchet worked on him for 238 hours straight and diddnt go to the funeral

After he died the autobots needed a new leader, and Grimlock took over (nobody likes this)

Optimus did come back though

Although shortly after Optimus gets lured away from the ark leaving Ratchet vulnerable for capture

I love when Optimus becomes irrational when it comes to Ratchet, he just wants to protect his medic 😭

I should make a separate post talking about Megatron and Ratchet but Ratchet died killing Megatron and Optimus was so distraught he QUITS the war and retires on the moon

Kinda hypocritical of Optimus "Dies the most of any transformer" Prime but its Ratchets first death so its probably gonna hit the hardest

Optimus did come back and put Nightbeat on the job of looking for Ratchet in case he was alive

Only to find out that Ratchet got fused with Megatron in the most messed up situation I've seen in transformers canon, I've never seen optimus look so horrified

Alot of this chapter is Optimus fighting the choice to either do the thing best for the autobots or save Ratchet, in an unpopular decision he chose to save Ratchet

OK tumblr won't let me add any more photos but after they split Ratchet ends up in Megatrons hands again and he keeps him near his throne, Ratchet can't move to run away but he can still talk. Megatron asks him why hasn't Optimus come to rescue him and Ratchet holds faith that Optimus will defeat him some day. He does eventually gets rescued by the twins and Optimus.

That's all of the times I can recall where the two interact or mention the other, I think I got most of it at least, I just want them to be happy 😭

[volturissideslut]

hii love its me again ! idk if u would do that or if this sounds stupid but could I may request jasper hale & fem reader and reader is a shape shifter and can transform her self into a cat and jasper and the reader are cuddling together while the reader is a cat i think that’s really cute but it might sounds stupid and weird but u would really appreciate it 😭🩶stay safe!💋

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

Short but sweet

This had to be the best place in the world, snuggled up on your boyfriend's chest and using his woolly green jumper and your personal blanket. The pitter patter of the fork's rain was soothing, but not as soothing as the gentle hum your Texan boyfriend lowly gave as he read. Your ears flicked at the sound of a page turning over, awakening more at the noise.

Perhaps it was time to rear your little head.

Poking out if the linen stitches at his neckline, whiskers tickle at his face and distract him into putting down his book.

"Well hello darlin'" his accent twangs, two fingers coming up to scratch lightly at your forehead. Jasper grins at the little purrs you let out, blond hair tussled in front of his face and almost hiding it from you. "Was wondering when you were gonna come out of there"

His voice is low, quiet, soothing. Just like your jasper usually is.

"You ready to come back to me yet?"

A small nip at his finger, but all he does is chuckle.

"I'll take that as a no. Back down you go Sugar." He watches as you re-curl yourself on his chest, and he lifts his jumper from the waistline to smooth his hand over the fur on your side.

What a satisfying evening, a good book, some gentle rain, a humming boyfriend, and a cat ready for cuddles. Who could imagine a better life?

[rotgirll]

rick fingerings reader when she needs to pee (not in like a pee on me kind of way, but just the pressure from it) >>> (you don't have to so if that makes you uncomfortable your writing is 11/10 bestie 😘

𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘵𝘩𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 <333 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣😭

♱ 18+, 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪

you had never imagined that you'd end up in this situation during a zombie apocalypse- perched awkwardly on some random table, your jeans and panties tossed carelessly aside somewhere across the room whilst whines and whimpers fell from your mouth. and the last person you'd expected to be stood in front of you while knuckle deep in your pussy, was rick grimes.

hours ago, you were both locked in a mesmerising gaze, lost in each other's eyes while vulgar fantasies floated around your head. but now, those once distant fantasies seemed to be blurring on the lines between fantasy and reality with each passing moment.

another lewd moan escaped your lips, its echo reverberating off the walls. your back arched in pleasure as you attempted to squirm away from his fingers, eliciting a growl of disapproval from his mouth.

"keep, still" he whispered into your ear, his voice a chilling, deep murmur, as his free hand descended to part your thighs wider.

it had all began innocently with a tender kiss, each touch gentle as his fingers mapped out the curves of your body. but the moment his gaze fell onto your wet cunt, something awakened in him, he became consumed by an irresistible desire. his fingers had been buried inside of you for what felt like forever, he was mesmerised by the feeling of your hot, gummy walls clamping around him. 

he was unrelenting in his motions, his fingers repeatedly brushing over that one sweet spot inside of you over and over and over again. your mouth fell agape, attempting to form a response to his earlier demand, yet you found yourself utterly speechless, your lips moving in vain- almost like a fish out of water.

your entire body flushed with heat, the pleasure surging until it became almost overwhelming, causing your legs to twitch involuntarily. fat tears welled in your eyes, teetering on the blink of spilling down your face. rick must of noticed, a small chuckle escaped his lips as he bought his fingers down to skilfully rub small circles over your aching clit. 

the new sensation caused a sudden pressure to build up in your stomach. your eyes snapped open, and your head dropped forward onto your chest as you struggled to make sense of the unfamiliar feeling.

"r-rick" you scrambled, blindly grasping onto his wrists to halt his movements.

however, he didn't relent. another low chuckle fell from his lips at your frantic state, teasing words poised on his tongue. "what, you gonna cum?"

"no..no, wait" you almost cried, "I'm..g-gonna pee" the pressure in your bladder felt like it might explode, but rick seemed to show no sign of sympathy whatsoever.

"oh, sweetheart" he teased, gently prying your hand off his wrist so he could curl his fingers up inside of you again.

"w-wait, don't" you winced, as his fingers resumed their previous rhythm, pumping in and out as they were before.

"no, hey.. shh it's alright" he soothed "just let it happen, okay? ride it out .. trust me"

your fingers clenched around his hard bicep, trying to surrender to the sensation like he said. the pressure transformed into immense pleasure, eliciting louder and louder moans and whines from your mouth that were likely heard for miles.

"yeah, it feel good now? just ride it out, c'mon- that's a good girl" he whispered coyly into your ear, a mischievous tone colouring his words.

his words only spurred you on, feeling your self teetering right on the edge of ecstasy. your head hit the wall as you threw it back in pleasure. "gonna...gonna c-cum" you moaned between gritted teeth.

"alright, come for me then, baby, come on" he encouraged, trying to pull you over the edge.

"f-fuck!" you shouted as the coil in your stomach snapped. your vision went white and your body felt weightless, like it was floating on air. your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, faintly sensing warm lips gliding over your face.

your arm reached up blindly, fingers tangling in his brown curls as you struggled to pry your eyes open, yearning to meet his gaze. your head dropped onto his shoulder, cheek pressing against the soft material of his t-shirt as he caressed your body in his arms.

you don't know what just happened- but that was the best orgasm of your life.

[agirlwithglam]

https://www.tumblr.com/agirlwithglam/760858969670582272/no-guys-you-dont-understand-i-love-myself

How does one get here😭

this was asked a long time ago but i think i finally found the words to write it. (i don't im just bored, sorry!)

so how does one fully love themselves?

getting to that point of my life took time. it took a lot of time. like around 1-2 years of time, and im still not 100% there- i still get hurt sometimes, i'm still emotional and sensitive. but the thing is, that over these 1-2 years i've learnt so much that whenever i'm feeling sad or hurt, i'm able to support myself. i am the first person who shows up for me and does my very best to console and help me. i help myself turn that pain into something even better. i walk myself through what happened and whether i may be overreacting or not. i am the one who is now always always always there for myself.

and i think once i realised this, i genuinely was like "woah." no matter what happens in my life, i will ALWAYS have myself and that thought just soothes me. it relaxes and calms me down. i am no longer scared because there is no reason to be. i know that i cannot control other people, other people will always do what they want to do. they can hurt you, make you happy, hurt you again, even unintentionally. i cannot control their actions, but i can control myself. i can control how i choose to view it and react to it. so every time i get hurt i walk myself through the steps of seeing it a different way.

another thing i did when i was insecure & trying to love myself is that i did affirmations religiously. in the morning doing skincare, i would always repeat affirmations or listen to affirmations. it would be phrases like "i love myself." / "i am beautiful", etc. it's not the sole thing that transformed my love for myself, but it did help a ton with me believing it. (doing affirmations enough time can also help rewire your brain into believing what you keep repeating)

also, you need to realise that you do love yourself. a human's natural state of being is love. return to that state of being. a little baby or a child, they are full of love. they give love, they receive love, they are never ending of love. and they are the purest form of a person for they are themselves before society has told them who to be. so do you realise that you deserve love fully and beyond what you could imagine? and the one person in the whole world that can give you that unlimited love, is yourself. but you must choose to love yourself.

stop constantly returning to the state of insecurity okay? thats not you!! you are not insecure, you just think you are insecure! but in reality, there is NOTHING to be insecure about. someone else could have the exact same quality as you and love it so much! so end this cycle of negativity. choose to live a different, happier, more positive life. its all up to you. u can CHOOSE to be different!

finally, to end with, honey it will take time. just because you don't find yourself loving what you see in the mirror after 1 day, doesn't mean you never will. you don't have to keep changing yourself to love yourself. if your daughter looked like you, would you hate her? would you cringe when you look at her? of course not. treat yourself as your daughter. be gentle with yourself. be there for yourself. show up for yourself. it may take time, but please, don't give up on yourself.

[venelona]

Write My Report author notes

Today is one year since I first posted my Dazatsu fic 'Write My Report' (PM Dazai x PM Atsushi, Atsushi works as Dazai's secretary), so as I edit through all 100k+ words of it, I bring you author notes - include my favourite things about the chapters, thoughts behind some moments and fun (?) facts.

!SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC!

(fanfic quotes will be in italics, bold italics are just the words that were italics in the quote- it makes sense- i promise-)

Starting with, of course,

Chapter 1:

I think the whole premise of the fanfic was born by that one time Dazai asks Atsushi to write his report for him after Dazai returns from his mafia kidnapping. Second half of the plot with him helping Atsushi conceal his tiger ability was an excuse for them to hold hands every full moon. I thought it would be a shortcut to my beloved 'one bed' trope. And then it didn't shortcut shit because I slow burned the hell out of it

'Great - now he was alive and uncomfortably wet.'

"I… I- I can't believe I'm going to get fired because of a guy who wanted to drown himself over paperwork." - Sweet sweet irony 😌 You want Dazai to live, Atsushi? Get to paperwork then

I think the whole premise of the fanfic was born by that one time Dazai asks Atsushi to write his report for him after Dazai returns from his mafia kidnapping. Second half of the plot with him helping Atsushi conceal his tiger ability was an excuse for them to hold hands every full moon. I thought it would be a shortcut to my beloved 'one bed' trope. And then it didn't shortcut shit because I slow burned the hell out of it

'Great - now he was alive and uncomfortably wet.'

"I… I- I can't believe I'm going to get fired because of a guy who wanted to drown himself over paperwork." - Sweet sweet irony 😌 You want Dazai to live, Atsushi? Get to paperwork then

I never described Atsushi's waiter uniform but this is kind of how I imagined it looking. No I don't have explanations. Literally just 'the vision.'

I guess I never described Atsushi's secretary clothes, tho it's been referenced that he has a jacket. Its also drawn on the cover lol

'He briefly contemplated drowning himself, but he didn't want his last day to be so full of Chuuya, so he decided on another kind of drink tonight.'

Dazai mercelessly shooting the guy in the bar who saw Atsushi transform was one of the things that were supposed to back up that 'Dark Dazai' tag. And then I kinda forgot to make him do more evil things later on lol He kills more people but more off screen and I kinda fumbled that tag ngl

COOL FANART COOL FANART LOOK AT THE COOL FANART something made me hate that scene but then zinder came in and made me love it 😭💖💖💖

'"Ah, you're awake." A vaguely familiar voice called from the doorway.' They caught Atsushi trying to cross the boarder-

The section where Dazai explains Atsushi about how he's the tiger and offers the deal is the only section where one POV breaks and you can see the other, but I decided to keep it. It was written this way because I didn't plan on keeping their POVs very separate, but then they never broke again lol

"Close your mouth, Atsushi, I already saw plenty of your fangs today."

Atsushi never, for even one second, regretting helping Dazai and saying so to him every time 😭🙏

I love writing canon moments altered by whatever the premise of the fic is - in this case, PM Dazai and Atsushi. Canon parallels - Dazai blackmailing Atsushi into the job.

Never really described but Dazai's office is on the first floor in part of it where not a lot of people pass by. All executives have more proper offices but Dazai really just took a room he didn't need a lot of time to get to. That makes Atsushi's work a bit annoying because most mafia clerks work on other floors together and he alone gotta run back and forth

It probably shows but I know nothing of the ways of office paperworks

"Eh, you're doing fiiine." His employer waved from the couch. "You're doing a way better job than I ever did, Atsushi." "How?.." "You're looking at the papers." Dazai smirked. "That's more than I usually do."

Initially one big point of conflict was supposed to be that Dazai holds a very high position in the mafia, so the papers he handles is full of very valuable information. And the fact that he let Atsushi into all of that information gives Atsushi some degree of power in the mafia, but also makes him a target for others... and then this never really came up lol

I don't think this was ever outright stated but Dazai's apartment is on a very high floor - not last one, but still high up. Like, twenty or something. The whole building inhabited by mafia workers, but he's really the only big fish in it

"I can't just make something up! Besides, from the amount of complaining notes-" Atsushi pointed at the hefty pile of papers Dazai was sitting right next to. "People do read your reports." "Oh, you actually read these?" Dazai picked up a few papers from that stack. "I usually just throw them away." "It's not even all of them?!" "Oh, it's probably just from the last three days."

Dazai saying 'Chuuya probably wrote half of the complaints and that's why I am not reading them' is just an excuse. He's just too lazy to read them

Something about Chuuya being described as 'The hat man' is sending me

[Dazai and Chuuya] '"When was the last time I made a wrong decision, hm?" "I don't know, yesterday? In the morning? Five minutes ago?"'

'"Atsushi, you should visit more places." Dazai shook his head. "Do you even go anywhere on your days off?" "I don't have days off." Atsushi blinked at him. Dazai blinked back. "Really?" "You never told me I have any."' - Atsushi never even asking if he has off days for like two weeks 😭 He'd work without them too, that poor man. Dazai gave him Thursday off because that was the only day Dazai himself actually occupied his office before he hired Atsushi. Dazai was fine without an office (he'd find a place to laze around), but people were complaining that he's hard to find when someone wanted to talk to him, and so he told everyone he can be found on Thursdays. After he hired Atsushi he started spending like 50% more of his time in the office because when he wanted to laze around he was like 'might as well do it in the office, I can occupy the couch, I am not alone and people will shout at me less and even praise me for being at work)

'Atsushi shook his head again. He needed to distract himself. "So… that was Akutagawa, huh?" That was probably the worst topic he could've picked for a distraction, but anxiety hasn't let him think of any other at the moment.'

Never elaborated on but in this story other executives have a lot of people that are under their command specifically. Dazai still orders people around and gives them work and stuff, but the only person he hired himself before Atsushi was Akutagawa. So that's why Atsushi is kind of treated like a big deal by other mafia members. Also half the reason why Akutagawa was angry at his existence

Dazai telling Atsushi 'I think you and Akutagawa would work great together' was a nod to New Double Black. He was still envisioning it in his mind even though Atsushi was working as his secretary and didn't use his ability at all, but later on when he started caring for Atsushi he kind of waved that idea off because he didn't want Atsushi using his ability at all

'"Atsushi, I didn't give you a day off today so you could spend it calling me at eight in the morning."'

If you're wandering why I always juggle how I call Dazai (the brunet/the mafioso/the bandaged man) and others is because in school during language lessons one lesson that stuck to me was that you can't use the same word in two sentences in a row, or it'll sound bad. So half my writing comes from me trying to juggle the same words back and forth. h e l p

Never described but I like to imagine that Dazai got panorama windows in his living room. I never stated this because I don't think he would - something like that would up the chances of his enemies finding where he lives and Dazai wouldn't bother risking that. But... that's what my cinematic imagination wants

'"If you planned on holding hands all night, I regret to inform you that I have no habits of flirting with men."' - canon parallel + THAT WAS THE PREMISE OF THE FIC AND I BARELY DID IT 😭😭😭

'"Or you wanted to watch me sleep the whole night? I didn't think you were such a pervert, Atsushi."' - a set up for a joke in chapter 6. Yes. I thought of that stupid joke this far back.

'And, he supposed, watching Atsushi struggle with the paperwork made it a teensy bit more enjoyable to do. By which he meant it was still a nightmare and he'd rather throw himself off this very building than work on it, but still. A little bit more enjoyable.'

I got SO many comments on SO many chapters about 'when Atsushi will tell Dazai about his tragic past'. Either they missed the 'Probably had to do with that orphanage he talked about earlier, but Dazai didn't care for sob stories about the past.' line, or wanted something more- Dazai KNEW, he connected the dots, he just didn't care back then

Dazai was supposed not to care for Atsushi in these earlier stages but I kind of fumbled it and made him too caring a bit too quickly but. Whatever can you do.

[muiitoloko]

Please have a sequel of "Perfume of Deceit" 😭

Title: The Return on Investment

Summary: Discovering infidelity, a woman transforms her anguish into a strategic plan to reclaim her power.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Revenge, Anger, Pain, and Angst.

Author's Notes: Y'all really like angst 😅

First, Second and Third part here.

Also read on Ao3

Lionel stood in front of the bathroom door, his hands clenched into fists as he listened to your anguished sobs. The sound of your pain tore at him, each cry a dagger to his heart. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing them over his eyes as if to wipe away the guilt that was etched into his very soul. With a heavy sigh, he sank to the floor, leaning his back against the door, feeling the cold wood press into his spine.

He knew he had screwed up—royally. He should have ended things with Stephanie the moment they began. It had been a mistake from the start, a slip that turned into a spiral of deceit and betrayal. He threw away his marriage for an illicit affair, and the realization made him feel sick to his core. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, squeezing his hair in frustration. "Why the hell couldn't I resist?"

You deserved so much more from him. So much more. The sacrifices you had made for him over the years, the dreams you had put aside, all to support his ambitions. And how had he repaid you? By falling into the arms of another woman. He tried to end things with Stephanie yesterday, he really tried, but she had a way of seducing him that he couldn't resist. Her touch, her scent—it was like a drug he couldn't quit. He even tried earlier that night, determined to put an end to the madness, but once again, he failed.

When he saw you outside his office, waiting for him with hope and love in your eyes, panic seized him. He felt disgusted with himself, a deep, gnawing shame that he couldn't escape. God, how could he do this to you? How could he betray the person who had given him everything?

Lionel squeezed his hair tighter, the pain a small penance for his sins. He still heard your crying, each sob a reminder of the hurt he had caused. A part of him, a dark, twisted part, wanted to blame you for his betrayal. "She doesn't dress up like she used to," he thought bitterly. "She's not sexy anymore. It's her fault I went looking elsewhere."

These thoughts were vile, and he knew it. They were the pathetic justifications of a weak man. But they gave him a way to deflect the blame, to avoid facing the full extent of his guilt. He remembered how things used to be, how you used to dress up for him, how you were always there, vibrant and beautiful. But over the years, that had changed. Life had taken its toll, and you had settled into a routine, a comfort that he had mistaken for complacency.

"Maybe if she had kept things exciting," he thought, the bitterness rising again. "Maybe if she had put in more effort, I wouldn't have looked elsewhere."

It was a lie, and he knew it. A dirty, self-serving lie. You had given up so much for him, and he had repaid you with betrayal. There was no excusing what he had done, no justifying the hurt he had caused. He was the one who had failed, who had let his desires override his vows, who had betrayed the trust you had placed in him.

Lionel leaned his head back against the door, closing his eyes as he tried to shut out the sound of your sobs. "I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing that no words could ever truly make up for what he had done. "I'm so sorry."

But deep down, he knew that sorry wasn't enough. He had broken something precious, something that might never be repaired. And as he sat there, torn between guilt and self-loathing, he realized that he had a long road ahead of him if he ever hoped to make things right. If he ever hoped to earn your forgiveness, he would have to face his demons, confront the dark parts of himself that had led him astray, and prove to you—and to himself—that he could be the man you deserved.

The next morning, Lionel woke up in pain from sleeping on the floor. He groaned, feeling sluggish as the memories of yesterday came rushing back. He glanced at the bathroom door, which was now open, and crawled there, wanting to talk to you. But you weren't inside anymore. Panic began to set in as he called out your name, receiving no response in return.

Fear gripped his heart as he staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. "Did she leave?" he muttered, the thought sending a wave of dread through him. Desperation fueled his steps as he hurried upstairs to the bedroom, hoping to find some sign of you.

When he reached the bedroom, he froze in his tracks. Relief washed over him when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, applying lipstick. You looked stunning, dressed like you were going to an event, exuding an air of confidence and power that left Lionel confused.

Lionel stood in the doorway, utterly perplexed. You were a vision of confidence and poise, a stark contrast to the broken figure he expected to find after last night’s confrontation. Your red lipstick was bold, and your outfit was immaculate, accentuating every curve with a kind of power he had almost forgotten you possessed.

“Shouldn't you be suffering?” Lionel blurted out, unable to mask his confusion. “What are you doing?”

You paused, glancing at him in the mirror, your eyes cold and unreadable. Carefully, you capped your lipstick and tucked it into your purse, checking the contents of your wallet with deliberate calmness. “I’m leaving,” you said flatly, your voice devoid of the previous night's anguish.

Panic flared in Lionel’s chest. He took a hesitant step forward. “Leaving? Where are you going?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you moved with calculated grace, adjusting your appearance and making sure every detail was perfect. When you finally turned to face him, your gaze was steely and determined.

“Last night, I realized something,” you began, your hands moving to smooth out the creases in his disheveled suit. “I’ve invested so much in you, Lionel. My time, my dreams, my love. And it’s high time I got my return on investment.”

Lionel’s face twisted with confusion and fear. “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands firmly against his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart under your palms. “You see, Lionel, you’re not just a husband. You’re an investment. One I’ve poured my entire life into. And now, it’s time for me to enjoy the returns.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you spoke with a mixture of seduction and malice. “I’m going to take everything you hold dear. Your reputation, your comfort, your pride. I’m going to revel in the power I have over you. Every ounce of pain you’ve caused me, I’m going to repay tenfold.”

Lionel’s breath hitched, his baritone voice faltering. “You don’t mean that.”

You pulled back slightly, your smile cold and calculating. “Oh, but I do. It’s time for you to see what it feels like to be on the losing end, to watch everything you’ve built crumble. And I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.”

He reached for you, desperation in his eyes. “Please, don’t do this. We can fix this. We can make things right.”

You shook your head, stepping out of his reach. “You made your choices, Lionel. Now, it’s my turn to make mine.”

With that, you turned and walked out of the room, your heels clicking against the floor with a finality that echoed through the silence. Lionel stood there, feeling the weight of your words settle over him like a shroud. He had always considered himself a lion, proud and untouchable. But now, for the first time, he felt truly vulnerable, stripped of his power and faced with the devastating reality of your revenge.

Meanwhile, you went to the garage, choosing one of the cars and starting it. As the engine roared to life, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. Just as your house disappeared in the rearview mirror, you allowed your tears to fall from your eyes, the pain and betrayal still fresh in your mind. But you quickly wiped them away, shaking your head. No, Lionel doesn’t deserve your tears. You would make him suffer, just like he did to you.

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, determination coursing through your veins. Today, you would start pampering yourself, something you hadn’t done in years. It was high time you used those joint cards. Let Lionel pay the invoice.

As you navigated the streets, the memories of your sacrifices and your dreams flooded your mind. The photography classes you never took, the children you never had—all because you had prioritized Lionel's ambitions over your own. But no more. Today, you would reclaim your life.

Your first stop was a luxurious spa. As you walked in, the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus enveloped you, calming your frazzled nerves. You approached the receptionist with a confident smile. “I’d like the full treatment, please,” you said, handing over the joint credit card.

The pampering began with a long, relaxing massage that eased the tension from your muscles. You let the therapist’s skilled hands work their magic, feeling the knots and stress of the past few days melt away. Next came a facial, the gentle scrubbing and moisturizing reviving your skin. You closed your eyes, letting yourself be transported to a place of tranquility.

Afterward, you moved on to a high-end boutique. You had always admired the beautiful clothes displayed in the windows but had rarely indulged yourself. Today was different. You walked through the aisles, selecting elegant dresses, stylish shoes, and accessories that made you feel like a queen.

In the dressing room, you admired your reflection. The new clothes fit perfectly, accentuating your figure and making you feel powerful and confident. You smiled at the thought of Lionel’s face when he saw the bill. Let him pay for once.

Next, you headed to a salon. The stylist greeted you warmly and you explained that you wanted a fresh look, something bold and empowering. As the stylist worked, you chatted, feeling a sense of camaraderie that you hadn’t felt in a long time. By the time they were finished, your hair was transformed, styled in a way that made you feel renewed.

The day continued with a visit to a jewelry store. You selected a few pieces that caught your eye—a delicate necklace, a pair of stunning earrings, and a bracelet that sparkled in the light. As you paid with the joint card, you felt a sense of satisfaction. This was just the beginning.

Your final stop was a fancy restaurant. You hadn’t dined out alone in years, but today was about reclaiming your independence. You chose a table by the window, ordered a glass of wine, and savored the exquisite meal. The food was delicious, each bite a reminder that you deserved to be treated well.

As you sat there, enjoying the view and the ambiance, you felt a sense of empowerment. Lionel had underestimated you, thinking he could betray you without consequences. But he was wrong. You were stronger than he knew, and you were determined to rebuild your life on your terms.

By the time you returned home, it was late evening. The house was dark and silent, a stark contrast to the lively day you had experienced. You felt a surge of satisfaction as you imagined Lionel’s reaction when he saw the charges. It was just a small taste of the payback he would receive.

You walked through the house, your heels clicking against the floor, a sound that now felt like a declaration of your newfound strength. You knew there would be difficult days ahead, moments of doubt and pain. But you also knew that you were ready to face them. You had taken the first step toward reclaiming your life, and nothing could stop you now.

Lionel heard your footsteps and immediately got up from the bed, his face a mix of concern and relief as he saw you entering the room with several shopping bags in tow. “It’s late,” he said, his baritone voice tinged with worry. “I was worried about you.”

You ignored him, walking past with an air of indifference, setting your bags down with deliberate calmness. “I’ll be sleeping in the guest room from now on,” you stated flatly, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Lionel’s eyes widened in shock, his hooked nose crinkling as he stepped closer. “I know you’re in pain, but please—”

You cut him off sharply, turning to face him with a fierce determination in your eyes. “You don’t know anything, Lionel. And frankly, I don’t care what you do from now on. If you want to have lovers, go ahead. Have as many as you want.”

Lionel’s face twisted with a mixture of confusion and hurt. “What do you mean? Are you saying—”

“Exactly what you heard,” you interrupted, your voice cold and unyielding. “You are not my husband anymore. You haven’t been for a long time. I will find men who can really satisfy me sexually, men who don’t just think about their own pleasure, who are not guided by their own dick.”

Lionel’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “And what does that mean?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“It means I will find someone younger, someone who will compliment me, appreciate me, take me to dinner, and fuck me in a way that you never could,” you said, your voice dripping with contempt. “Someone who doesn’t think he’s a lion just because he’s got a baritone voice and a hooked nose.”

Lionel’s eyes darkened with jealousy and a flicker of anger. “You think you can just find someone better? You think any man will satisfy you like I did?” he spat, stepping closer.

You met his gaze with a steely resolve. “Yes, Lionel. I will find men who know how to pleasure a woman, who don’t just rush to their own climax and leave their partner wanting. Men who will explore every inch of me, who will make me feel desired and appreciated, who won’t leave me cold and unsatisfied like you have.”

Lionel’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The thought of you with other men, being touched and pleasured in ways he had failed to do, gnawed at him. He had always considered himself the best, the lion in your life. The idea of being replaced, of being outdone, infuriated him.

“Is that what you want?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “To be some cheap whore, sleeping around with whoever catches your eye?”

You smirked, a cruel glint in your eyes. “If that’s what it takes to find real satisfaction, then yes. I’ll be a whore, a slut, anything you want to call me. Because at least I’ll be getting what I need, what you’ve never been able to give me.”

Lionel’s face contorted with rage and jealousy. “You think you can just replace me? You think any man will ever measure up to me?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

“I don’t need to think,” you replied coolly. “I know. And I will. I will find men who will make me scream with pleasure, who will make me forget you ever existed. And you will be left with your ego and your regrets.”

With that, you turned and walked out of the room, leaving Lionel standing there, seething with a mix of anger, jealousy, and fear. The image of you with other men, being pleasured and satisfied in ways he had never managed, tormented him. For the first time, Lionel felt the sting of his own inadequacies, and it burned deeper than he could have ever imagined.

Lionel followed you into the hallway, his face twisted with rage and desperation. “You think you can just run off and find satisfaction with other men?” he growled, his baritone voice echoing through the house. “They may satisfy you sexually, but they’ll never love you. You’ll never feel truly loved. If they stay with you, it will only be for your money.”

You turned to him, leaning casually against the door frame of the guest bedroom. A cold, mocking smile spread across your face as you began to laugh. “Is that so, Lionel?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you speaking from experience?”

Lionel froze, his hooked nose crinkling in confusion and a hint of fear. Your laughter grew louder, filling the hallway with a cruel, mocking tone. “Who needs love when you have money, Lionel?” you continued, your eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “I think the term ‘Sugar Mommy’ suits me quite well, don’t you?”

Lionel’s face turned red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The sight of him, so helpless and humiliated, only fueled your laughter. “You see, Lionel,” you said, stepping closer, your voice low and taunting, “I don’t need love. I need satisfaction. And I’m going to find it, no matter what it takes.”

With that, you turned and walked into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind you with a final, triumphant laugh. The sound echoed through the house, a reminder of the power shift that had just taken place. Lionel stood there, seething with a mix of anger, jealousy, and fear, knowing that he had lost control and that you were now the one holding all the cards.

In the weeks that followed, you transformed into a woman who loved spending money, living in luxury, and surrounding yourself with younger men. The days of being a faithful and devoted wife seemed like a distant memory. Lionel watched in silent agony as you flourished in your new lifestyle, flaunting your independence and the attention you received from attractive, younger suitors. He could hardly recognize the woman you had become, and it tore him apart.

Lionel missed your touch, your laugh, your warmth. He missed the way you used to look at him, with love and admiration in your eyes. But his pride kept him from admitting how much he was suffering. He couldn't bring himself to tell you how much he missed you, how much he regretted his betrayal. Instead, he bottled up his pain, watching from the sidelines as you lived your life without him.

One particular day, Lionel was in the office, seated at the head of the table in the meeting room. A shareholder had called an urgent meeting, and Lionel was forced to participate, despite the turmoil in his personal life. As the room filled with the other shareholders, Lionel tried to focus on the agenda, but his mind kept drifting back to you.

Just as the meeting was about to begin, the door swung open, and you walked in, removing your sunglasses and placing your designer bag aside. A tall, younger, blond man followed closely behind you. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to you. With a playful smirk, you questioned, "Why is this meeting happening without me?"

Lionel blinked in confusion, struggling to process your sudden appearance. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his baritone voice tinged with annoyance and bewilderment.

You sauntered up to him, ignoring Stephanie, his secretary, who stood nearby, ready to take notes. Leaning in, you kissed Lionel's cheek, your voice dripping with condescension. "Did you forget, silly husband? I own 50% of Shahbandar Corporation."

You turned and walked to the table, the blond man quickly pulling out a chair for you. "Isn't he cute?" you remarked with a smile, taking your seat.

Lionel's mind raced. He had always taken care of your share in the company, managing it with the same meticulous care he gave to his own. But now, things were different. The blond man seated next to you was a clear sign of the changes you had made.

"Everyone, this is Sinclair Bryant, my new secretary," you announced, your tone confident and authoritative. "He'll be handling everything related to my part in the company since, let's be honest, I don't know anything about it. Let the men work, right?"

The room remained silent, the tension palpable. Lionel's eyes narrowed as he studied Sinclair, who sat confidently beside you. This was a challenge to his authority, a statement that you were no longer content to let him manage your affairs.

Trying to regain control of the situation, Lionel cleared his throat. "Very well," he said, his voice strained. "Let's proceed with the meeting."

As the discussion continued, Lionel couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Your presence, and the introduction of Sinclair, signaled a shift in the balance of power. You were no longer the devoted spouse who stayed in the background. You were now a force to be reckoned with, and Lionel realized that he had severely underestimated you.

Throughout the meeting, Lionel struggled to focus, his mind plagued by thoughts of you with Sinclair. The jealousy and anger boiled beneath the surface, but he forced himself to remain composed. He knew he had lost control, and the realization gnawed at him.

After the meeting, as the other shareholders filed out of the room, Lionel approached you and Sinclair. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.

You looked up at him, your expression calm and collected. "About what, Lionel? My business affairs are being handled just fine by Sinclair."

Lionel's hooked nose crinkled in frustration. "This isn't just about business. We need to talk about us."

You dismissed him dismissively, grabbing Sinclair's arm as you told Lionel that the two of you could talk at home. “We have an urgent appointment,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension. “A business meeting, you know.” You winked maliciously towards Lionel, pulling Sinclair with you into the elevator. As the doors closed, you gave Lionel one last taunting smile.

Lionel felt another crack in his heart, the pain almost unbearable. He laughed bitterly, a sound filled with disbelief and anguish. He couldn't believe how far things had fallen apart, how the woman he once cherished had transformed into a force he couldn't control.

He walked back to his office, each step heavy with the weight of his emotions. Stephanie followed closely behind, her eyes filled with concern and a hint of desperation. She reached out to touch his arm, but Lionel shook her off, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and anger.

“Please, Lionel,” Stephanie began, her voice soft and imploring. “Let me help you.”

Lionel turned to face her, his hooked nose crinkling in frustration and sorrow. “Help me? How can you help me, Stephanie? Do you think a few kind words will fix this?” His baritone voice was raw with emotion, each word cutting through the air like a knife.

Stephanie's eyes welled up with tears, but she held her ground. “I know I can't fix everything, but I care about you. I hate seeing you like this.”

Lionel's laugh was hollow and devoid of humor. “Care about me? You’re just another reminder of my failures, Stephanie. Another mistake in a long list of them.” He turned away, walking to his desk and collapsing into his chair, his head in his hands.

Stephanie stood there, her heart breaking for him. She had never seen Lionel so defeated, so vulnerable. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but she knew that her presence only added to his pain.

Lionel’s mind was a storm of thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and Sinclair, about the way you had dismissed him so easily, about the malicious glint in your eyes. The jealousy and rage boiled within him, but so did the deep, gnawing guilt. He had brought this upon himself, and now he was paying the price.

“Get out, Stephanie,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Lionel, please—”

“Get out!” he roared, his baritone voice echoing through the office. Stephanie flinched, but she didn’t argue. She turned and left, closing the door softly behind her.

Lionel sat in silence, his mind replaying the events of the past weeks. He had always thought of himself as a lion, proud and untouchable. But now, he felt like a wounded animal, trapped and cornered. The woman he had once thought of as his partner, his confidant, had become his adversary, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Lionel clung to his desk, feeling the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. His mind drifted back to the early days of their relationship, a time when life was simpler and love was pure.

He remembered the tiny apartment they had shared, barely more than a single room with a small kitchenette. They had next to nothing, but they had each other. He could still see the look of determination on your face as you insisted on splitting a single meal in half, making sure he stayed well-fed despite your own hunger. "You need your strength, Lionel," you had said, pushing the larger portion onto his plate. "You have dreams to chase."

Lionel's heart ached at the memory of your selflessness, the way you always put him first. He recalled the joy you both felt when you managed to buy your first sofa, a secondhand piece that was worn but comfortable. You had spent an entire weekend cleaning and rearranging the apartment to make it fit, and the pride in your eyes when you finally sat on it together was unforgettable.

One memory, in particular, stood out. It was a warm summer day, and you had decided to take a walk through the park. You were laughing and talking, so carefree and in love. But halfway through, you had twisted your ankle, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. Without hesitation, Lionel had knelt down and offered you his back, carrying you all the way home.

As you clung to him, murmuring apologies in his ear, he had felt a surge of protectiveness and love. "I'm sorry, Lionel," you had whispered, your voice trembling. "I didn't mean to ruin our day."

"Don't be silly," he had replied, his baritone voice gentle and reassuring. "I'd carry you to the ends of the earth if I had to. You're worth it."

The memory was so vivid, so filled with love and tenderness, that it broke Lionel's heart all over again. He had thrown all of that away for an affair with his secretary. What had he been thinking? How could he have been so foolish, so selfish?

Tears finally spilled over, and Lionel let them fall, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. He had always considered himself a lion, proud and untouchable. But now, he felt like a lost cub, abandoned and alone. The man who had once been cheeky and mischievous, who had carried you on his back and shared dreams of a bright future, was now broken by his own betrayal.

Meanwhile, outside the building, you let go of Sinclair's arm and offered him a sincere apology. Sinclair blinked in surprise, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy. The gesture made you realize how much he reminded you of a Golden Retriever—cute, loyal, and a bit naive.

"Why are you apologizing?" Sinclair asked, his confusion evident.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I feel bad for using you like that against Lionel," you explained. "I needed to make a point, and you were the perfect person to help me do that. But it wasn't fair to you."

Sinclair murmured an understanding “ah” as he opened the door of his car for you, addressing you as Mrs. Shahbandar. “Are you trying to make your husband jealous?” he asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

You got into the car and shook your head. “Please, just call me by my first name,” you said. “And it’s not about making him jealous. It’s about hurting him, making him feel the pain he inflicted on me.”

Sinclair got in on the driver’s side, his face reflecting a mixture of empathy and confusion. “I don’t understand,” he said, turning to look at you. “Why go through all this trouble?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on you. “Lionel cheated on me,” you explained, your voice trembling with emotion. “With his secretary, the only other woman in the meeting room. I found out a few weeks ago.”

Sinclair’s expression softened, a pained look crossing his face. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice sincere.

You shook your head, rejecting his apology. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

The car fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Sinclair attempted to start the car, but it sputtered and refused to turn over. He broke the silence with a frustrated sigh. “Great, just what we needed.”

You chuckled dryly at the irony of the situation. “Seems like we’re both having a run of bad luck.”

Sinclair glanced at you, his eyes filled with understanding. “You know, I was cheated on too,” he admitted, his voice soft. “By my ex-wife. We’re in the process of getting a divorce now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” you said, genuinely feeling for him.

He shrugged, a sad smile on his face. “It’s been tough, but I’m trying to move on. Hearing your story... it just hit close to home.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, sharing an unspoken bond over your shared experiences of betrayal. It was a strange comfort, knowing you weren’t alone in your pain.

“I guess we’re both trying to find our way through the mess,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his.

Sinclair nodded, his expression one of determination. “Yeah, and maybe we can help each other. At least we understand what the other is going through.”

You smiled, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. “Maybe we can,” you agreed. “Thank you, Sinclair. For everything.”

He returned your smile, his brown eyes filled with warmth. “Anytime. We’ll get through this, one step at a time.”

With that, Sinclair tried the ignition once more, and this time, the car roared to life. As you drove away, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the young man beside you. Despite the pain and betrayal, you were determined to reclaim your life, and knowing you had someone who understood made the journey a little less daunting.

Lionel arrived home later that night, the smell of alcohol preceding him as he stumbled through the front door. You sat on the couch, engrossed in a bridal reality show, carefully filing your nails. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting a warm light over your focused expression.

Lionel swayed slightly as he made his way to the living room, his baritone voice slurring as he greeted you. “Evening, love,” he mumbled, his hooked nose crinkling in a sad attempt at a smile.

You didn’t bother looking up, your attention fixed on the TV. “Stay away, Lionel,” you said flatly, continuing to file your nails. The anger and betrayal still simmered beneath the surface, your heart hardened by the events of the past weeks.

Ignoring your command, Lionel collapsed onto the couch beside you, his body heavy with the weight of his guilt and alcohol. He laid his head on your lap, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate embrace. “Please, just for tonight,” he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. “Let me stay like this. You can hate me again tomorrow, but tonight, I just need to be close to you.”

You tensed, your initial reaction to push him away. “Go find comfort with your lover,” you spat, your voice filled with bitterness. But something in his eyes, a deep, vulnerable pain, made you hesitate. Despite everything, a part of you still loved this man.

Lionel clung to you, his body trembling with a mixture of desperation and the effects of alcohol. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the silent plea for forgiveness that he couldn’t quite vocalize. With a sigh, you gave in, allowing a truce for now. You rested a hand on his back, rubbing gently, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He settled more into you, burying his face in your stomach, seeking solace in your touch.

“Please,” Lionel mumbled, his voice muffled against your clothes, “tell me you didn’t hook up with that idiot you brought to the meeting.”

You rolled your eyes, the bitterness in your heart surfacing again. “What does it matter?” you retorted, your voice flat and unyielding.

Lionel lifted his face to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and sorrow. “It matters because you promised,” he said, his voice cracking. “When we were younger, you promised that I would be your first and last. You swore that to me.”

You scoffed, the irony of his words not lost on you. “And you promised the same, Lionel. You promised that I was your first and would be your last. But you clearly didn’t keep that promise, did you?”

His hooked nose crinkled with remorse, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet your accusing eyes. “I know I broke my promise,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you.”

Your heart ached at his words, the conflict of love and betrayal tearing at you. “Love?” you repeated bitterly. “Is that what you call it? Betraying me with your secretary? Making a mockery of everything we built together?”

Lionel’s eyes filled with tears, his baritone voice trembling as he spoke. “I was stupid and selfish. I let my pride and desires get in the way. But you—you're still my everything. I can’t bear the thought of you being with someone else.”

You shook your head, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “You don’t get to decide that, Lionel. You lost that right when you betrayed me.”

He buried his face in your lap again, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I need to know that you didn’t give yourself to another man. That I’m still the only one.”

You felt a pang of pity for Lionel, despite your anger. The truth was, you hadn't given yourself to another man. Lionel had been your one and only for a long time, and now the idea of sleeping with someone else felt foreign and strange to you. But Lionel didn't need to know that. In fact, this was the perfect opportunity to hurt him, to get back at him for all the pain he had caused you. And you weren't going to let that opportunity pass you by.

You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch deceptively tender. "Lionel," you began softly, feeling his body tense in anticipation. "Do you really think I would just sit here and wait for you to come to your senses?"

Lionel looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and dread. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You met his gaze, your eyes cold and unyielding. "You think you're the only one who can seek comfort elsewhere? The only one who can feel desire?" you said, each word deliberate and sharp, like a knife twisting in his heart.

His face contorted with a mix of pain and jealousy. "No... please, no," he whispered, his hooked nose crinkling in distress.

You let out a bitter laugh, a sound devoid of warmth. "Oh, Lionel, you really are naive," you said, shaking your head. "I've had my fun too. And guess what? They were more satisfying than you ever were."

Lionel recoiled as if struck, his baritone voice breaking. "How could you? After everything we've been through?"

You shrugged, your expression indifferent. "I had to find out what I was missing," you said coolly. "And let me tell you, I wasn't disappointed. They knew how to make me feel desired, appreciated, in ways you never could."

Tears welled up in Lionel's eyes, and he clung to you more tightly. "Please, don't say that," he begged, his voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of you with someone else."

You leaned in, your voice low and venomous. "Why not? You didn't seem to have any trouble when you were with Stephanie. Did you think I would just sit here and cry while you had your fun?"

Lionel's shoulders shook with silent sobs, his grip on you tightening. "I made a mistake," he whispered. "A terrible mistake. But you were supposed to be my one and only."

You pulled away slightly, looking down at him with cold detachment. "And you were supposed to be mine," you said harshly. "But you broke that promise, Lionel. And now, you have to live with the consequences."

He buried his face in your lap again, his body wracked with sobs. "I'm sorry," he kept repeating, his voice muffled and filled with anguish. "I'm so sorry."

You placed a hand on his head, more to steady yourself than to comfort him. "You should be," you said quietly, your voice devoid of emotion. "Because you've lost me, Lionel. I’m no longer your wife. You’re not my husband anymore. You’re my investment, nothing more."

With that, you pushed him away, standing up and leaving him on the couch, a broken man. As you walked away, you felt a sense of cold satisfaction. Lionel had hurt you deeply, but now he knew what it felt like. The pain you had inflicted on him was a small measure of justice for the betrayal you had endured.

As you entered the guest bedroom and closed the door behind you, you took a deep breath. The road ahead would be long and challenging, but for the first time in weeks, you felt a sense of control. You were no longer the victim in this story. You were the one holding the power, and Lionel would have to learn to live with the consequences of his actions.

[pumpkinsy0]

tldr: @buddyaldridge is a 30 year old weirdo proshipper who talks shit about ppl behind their backs, block em and report if you can/want to

just wanna let everyone know theres a omegaverse mpreg dallyboy writer whos been an all around WEIRDOOOOO cause their brain is LITERALLY porn rotted and they cannot fathom ppl actually having fun at all, their @ is @buddyaldridge aka @pelopsides previously known as @madelynprior

in 2020-2022 the outsiders tumblr they used to be @madelynprior and theyre a hardcore dallyboy stan which is already fucking weird, but on top of that, they would make teen pregnancy omegaverse smut fics which??? and im not gonna give you the ss, nigga im givin yall the LINKKK to see it with your own eyes so you know im not crazy

how ik its them is bc on their acc RIGHT before they switched to their buddyaldridge acc, and before that acc was named “pelopides”, they used to go by “madeleinepryor”, how ik its the same person is bc on a good chunk of their post, theyd tag it as “#madeleinepryor dispatches” on top of that, they just straight up linked their ao3 acc😭😭

heres what the link goes to, they linked their ao3 acc, they just changed their username on ao3 as well from madeleinepryor to greasers

now me calling them a proshipper isnt me talking out of my ass, they say it themselves like ughhhhjjj

as for them talking about other ppl, i wont share ALL the screenshots bc idk if the ppl theyre talking bad about would rlly feel comfortable w those being posted, if they know, they can feel free to post it on their own accord, so like i said, wont share, but i HAVE seen some and i can conform that they have done it, its ABSOLUTELY NOT above them

for now ill post the ss i CAN post rn which just proves my point

now ignoring that theyre talking smack, theyre just so odd and obviously didnt rlly think this through bc 1967 is ALREADY IMPLIED in the 60s, youre just incapable of reading things that arent about teen boys getting it on w each other PLEASE get a grip on reality😭😭

theyve talked about 14 year olds and their post on their acc just to shit on them, once again, GROWN ASS PERSON TWEAKIN OVER THE IDEAS OF A 14 YEAR OLD🗣️🗣️

NOW maybe your asking “how do you know the discord user and the tumblr user are the same person” AND I WILL ADMIT, while i DO have strong feelings they are the same person, its not 100% proven, HOWEVER buddyaldridge DOES go by buddy and that discord users name is buddy, so while its not concrete, the link IS there, once again, feel free to come to whatever conclusion you wanna come to about that

but what ISNT disputable is the fact that theyre a proshitter

additionally just this??? reblog from them????

on its own, not MUCH, bit considering the fics they make this is SO weird like??????

and finally, ive heard that theyve specifically came for me about my haitian shepards and maybe even my heritage, saying that they hated race hcs??????like using me as an example, they ss my acc and talked shit, someone contacted me about it and they dont have ss of it specifically, but they can vouch for it, and im not just gonna dismiss that, bc while they dont have ss, they do have ss and proof of everything else, so i do believe them, and theyve said if they find it they would show them to me, do what you wanna with this info

ANYWAYS buddy, your brain is unironically pornrotted, ur being a lil baby who cant do anything but cry and moan online on discord of all places and ur doing all this as a 30+ year old, and its CRAZIER bc youre doing all this while having “minors dni” in your pinned post, while also writing about minors, in a fandom MOSTLY OF MIDDLE SCHOOLERS!!!! (aka minors!!! ik age is hard for you to grasp) on top of that, literally ANY and ALL race hcs is way more believable and enjoyable than any “ideas” you’ve been cooking up in that odd demented, shriveled up pea brain of urs

anyways yea, that all i have to say, and im speaking for myself here, but i mean this with every fiber of my being, i dont know how you function in life but i DO NOT want you to go any farther, and i think others would/DO feel the same, ive seen what makes you cheer and i am PROUUUDDD to make you BOOOOO, you shouldnt be near minors at all, fictional or non fictional, you should BARELY be near other adults

plus if you go onto their acc rn, notice how when anon called them out, buddy aint even say they were wrong?? JUST SAYIN🗣️🗣️

im tagging everything i can tag bc i DO NOTTTT want mfs interacting w their blog, and want as many ppl as possible to be aware, dont say anything to them, dont give them attention bc obviously they’ll think this is funny and post it on their shitty discord server or whatever and giggle like they arent a grown ass nigga w bills to pay, trying so hard to cling onto their high school days, making fics about a canon middle schooler getting banged and pregnant, pls block and report do whatever u wanna do, just plssss dont let this proshitter on this damn sight near kidssss😭😭

dont take this as me WANTING drama, i dont, i just dont want ppl coming in this fandom thinking posting this shit and doing this is ok, youre bullying ppl for doing harmless things meanwhile your just making straight porn about a weird ship left n right, thinking YOUUUUU of all ppl have the place to talk about anyone or anything like your opinion on anything is valid😭😭

you NEED stones thrown at you

if anyone has anymore ss send em to mmeeeeee, but in the mean time ill be doin my own thing wooooo‼️‼️🔥🔥

[soulsilvers]

I just tried drawing Red properly for the first time in like. My whole life really (ive been a sonic and Goku artist just for pure autism fun mostly 😐😭) so I chose Adult Red to start off and damn. Hats are hard to do jdehahgs. How does a master pro at PokéTrainers like you do it? Respectfully, ofc! Been a fan for years and mostly admired how freaking just amazing you're at with proportions, fun designs and expressions! And Reguri ofc 😤 (Loved the Sonaze art you did a while back also, absolutely stellar !)

thank you! <3 unfortunately i still DO avoid drawing caps a lot when i shouldnt and just go nahhh red can just be hatless in this and that artwork idc lol. and when i do decide to draw a cap its just constant winging it, smashing of transform tools and sketching a line over and over again until the cap finally looks like something...

but if its of any help, pixelsquid is a website FULL of 3D models of almost every object ever, and over there you can look at all kinds of hats from all angles. this is me experimenting with its offerings

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XXII

Chapter 22

Wordcount 4,1k

Title Part XXII

Fandom Shummatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20 . 21

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, undressing; non explicit sex

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess @alecfromsaturn (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I don't even know what to say after so long, except that I'm happy to finally come back and put this chapter out 😭🙏 I've been thinking of it for ages and questioning myself whether I'd be able to give these two a proper honeymoon or not, but this is an issue that haunts me every time I sit to write a honeymoon/intimate scene. The potion stuff was something I wanted to include back in the wedding chapter, but it's end up too long so I abandoned the idea. Now I had the chance to use it, and to try to bring some comedy vibes to soothe things a bit 😅

Anyways, hope you have fun! Missed you all 💜🥰

For you were too tired to stay awake after your brother-in-law left, you never saw the moment your husband came back to the private sections of your chambers, as much as when the rays of sunshine first entered the room. When you opened your eyes, the ceiling and the walls were already touched by the warm light, and the people in the tapestry over your head were as joyful as ever.

You tried to move the sheets from upon you and found out you could do it with no problems. You looked around and sensed the room was too quiet. You were also alone in the bed.

You frowned.

Where did he go?

You took a deep breath and, after some effort, you sat on the bed. You felt a strange, but complete relief with that gesture: your strength came back to you, there were no shivers spreading through your skin and no fear making your heart heavy. Was the transformation finished? You couldn’t believe it’d happen so fast, but maybe the hardest part of the process was over and you’d be able to carry on with your activities while it came to its end. Whatever the case, you were content to see you were yourself again.

You left the bed and headed to the bathroom. You closed the door, turned on the lights around the mirror to wash your face… and were static with what you saw there.

It was still you in the reflection, the same eyes, nose, lips and all, but at the same time it wasn’t. You saw a refreshed, cleaner version of you, with an inhuman glow in the lilac of your eyes and a flawless skin to cover each spot. Yes, you were sure it was still you, but more beautiful, more gracious, even without a layer of makeup and a disheveled hair to frame your expression.

So… this is how being a goddess feels like.

You smiled to yourself.

It’s not that bad.

You brushed your hair (which, understandably, took you more time than you were used) and finished your personal care session without taking your eyes off the mirror. You were a bit ashamed for being so vain, but after all the agonizing hours you had to endure to reach those looks, you couldn’t deny yourself such contentment.

You left the bathroom and searched for your robe. You found it on the same chair Hades left his own the night before. You dressed it and looked around, still finding his absence strange. It was when a soft, rhythmic sound reached your ears – his voice, brought by the breeze entering through the balcony, came to you in the form of a song, but you couldn’t recognize the words at first; you frowned and listened for a while, until you realized he was singing in Ancient Greek.

You smiled. You’ve already heard him sing before, but it was never that sweet. From what you’ve learned during his lessons, you were able to understand some verses, which, in the modern language, was something like this:

Under the red skies

Of the first day of Winter

I saw you

Your tiny feet running upon the ruins

Of the Temple of Love

Where after your touch

White flowers would grow

Would you mind

If I took you away with me?

Would you mind

If I hid you away?

As we built our secret place

Out of your flowers

And out of my song...

You followed his voice to the outside and found him sitting on the small table at the balcony, having a filled cup in front of him. He seemed relaxed, in peace with himself like you’ve never seen him before, especially when you remembered the events of the previous night, with his legs crossed and his eyes lost in the landscape.

You sighed at the scene.

Like a King who has his domains assured.

Change came when you took the first step toward him: the ecstatic glow in his eyes appeared and expanded as he turned to you, swallowing your whole form; he raised an unconscious hand and you accepted it, letting him take you to his lap.

You touched his cheek.

– Hi.

– Hi – Hades took your hand on his and led it to his lips – Young goddess.

A heat came up to your face when you heard that treatment. As much as it was flattering, you couldn’t shake the sensation that you were meeting him as if you were a different person now, and it still too soon to know if you enjoyed it. But you wouldn’t ruin the moment with sad deliberations, so you quickly redirected the conversation through sweeter paths.

– Were you singing about a young goddess as well?

– Yes – he curled a strand of your hair between his fingers – One that would touch the ruins of a dark world with her pretty feet, with the sweetness of a damsel and the courage of a warrior.

– And does she reach her fate with such sweetness and courage?

– Her fate, and much more – he approached and kissed your forehead.

You giggled and turned to the table, taking an empty cup and filling it with the same liquid as his cup, which consistence reminded you of milk, but with the color of caramel.

– What song was that? – you put the recipient of the caramel back on the table and grabbed your little cup – You never sang it before.

– It’s a love song in Ancient Greek. The author is unknown, but it was popular among travelers – Hades explained – It’s much longer than this, but this is my favorite part.

– We should learn the complete lyrics, then – you turned to him with tenderness – Then we will sing the whole song together.

– And we can do that during our travels.

– An excellent idea.

The rest of the breakfast went in silence, but after it you two went to the garden at the upper floor. You were were able to walk through it and that made you happy, still Hades didn’t let go of your arm until you decided to sit on a bench. There were some small trees around it, and you saw butterflies and birds sharing their branches peacefully; a couple of birds arrived, persecuting each other, then leaving as fast as they came, their wings making a rustling noise between the leaves, their little voices at their peak. You laughed at this, which reminded Hades of something.

– So how are your ears going? – he brushed your hair behind the left one – You’ve been complaining about the nature noises.

– They’re getting better. I mean, I don’t think I’d stand a lion’s roar right now, but the birds are completely bearable – you smiled.

– That’s good to hear.

You took some time to silently appreciate your surroundings as they displayed what would be a pleasing Spring morning in Midgard. You thought of this for a moment: the plants, the creatures and that whole environment were those of from Midgard, just everything you saw along your stay in the areas reserved to humans in those blessed lands – and all of them were designed by your husband. You felt your respect and admiration for him grow the same way it did when you took your first walk in the Gardens, when you ate pomegranates.

– You thought of all of this before we got married – you said suddenly; and, turning to him, – You thought of everything.

Hades replied with the same modest smile he gave you when you asked if he was there during the planting of the pomegranate tree.

– I wouldn’t say that. I’d say I’ve work with every necessary resource and with the best people I could find, so everything you’ve seen around would have the power of bringing smiles to the young humans’ faces – he raised his fingers to brush your hair – And, as a payment for all this work, yours will be forever on my sight.

Your smile widened at those words before you could notice. You were really content that, more than wishing to see your smile often, he was also creating reasons for you to show it: not so long after that conversation, he took you to take a walk through the depths of the garden, where exotic plants were hidden, and you spent the next hour talking about them and planning how to include your creations at the Greenhouse in the collection.

When you finally went back to the chambers’ interior, you decided you wanted to spend some time in bed, for your legs were a bit heavy. Meanwhile, Hades went to the kitchen to prepare tea. When he came back, you brought out a subject that has been on your mind for days: the travel to Hellheim.

– I’ve been worried about this for a while, but haven’t had the chance to speak until now – you said while accepting a cup of tea from his hands – Is it too long? Is it a difficult path, or an easy one? How does it look like?

He sat by your side with his own tea.

– It’s certainly a long way, especially for the ones who aren’t used to it – and, smiling at your widened eyes, – But I’m not saying this to discourage you, given that the travels between this realm and that one are far from tedious.

You turned on your side to hear more. Now you were completely interested.

– Really? And what kind of things we find through it?

Your husband started describing those strange lands as if narrating an epic story, going from dark skies, menacing rocks, abysses and terrifying natural phenomenons to powerful creatures, brave, minor deities occupied with their work and suspicious wanderers. You learned to love his ability of explaining concepts and depicting scenarios in a way that the images formed in your mind as vivid as if you were inside them; in that particular case, you also appreciated his power of calming your fears, assuring you that the travel was safe despite the things you were going to find.

After the tea, you told him you were sleepy, even though you’ve slept the entire night.

– I’m sorry for this, because I wanted to spend this day out with you – you told him, giving him back the cup – But I’m too tired, though I did nothing that justifies this tiredness.

– This isn’t but expected, little one – he replied before taking the cups to the kitchen – The transformation isn’t complete yet, and it takes an enormous amount of vital energy. You’ll still need some time to regain it, and an even longer period to manage it when your powers start manifesting.

– I see – you slowly laid down on your pillow, feeling both the sleep and the weight of your future responsibilities pulling you to it.

As if sensing your anxiety, Hades offered you some solace.

– But for now you don’t have to think too much about these things – he walked to the kitchen’s door – Th time to take care of them is yet to come.

You accepted those words and closed your eyes, letting the sleep take over your body, which didn’t take long that time.

***

You thought you were going to feel better the next day, and you weren’t entirely wrong in your expectations, but you in fact needed at least three or four days to feel able to walk, stand and do any other activity without a subsequent fatigue, neither the need of sleeping in the middle of the day. During that period, you were visited by Aesclepius twice, and he was content with your progress, something that made both you and Hades relieved: now, as he explained, your body’s tendency would be gathering energy instead of spending it, so that soon you would be as physically and mentally capable as any other god, and the travel to Hellheim wouldn’t be a problem.

On the other hand, Hades, having diligence as his second name, didn’t stay idle: while you recovered, he divided his time in taking care of you, solving small matters with his brother Zeus, checking on your family through Hermes, talking to Aesclepius about your condition and organizing your travel to the Underworld; he exchanged messages with Adamas at least once in a day, to make sure everything was alright in his domains. You, on your part, spent your time alternating between resting and being worried, despite his advice: at the same time you wanted to tell him to take some rest – after all, it was his honeymoon – you couldn’t do much to help him in this sense, neither in any other.

I’ve been increasing his burden since the beginning. He will deny it if I speak to him about it, but I know I’m not helping in anything; even my preoccupation might become an issue. I can’t wait for this to end.

That was why you received the first sign of a complete recovery with great contentment. You noticed it right after you left the bed that day and, taking a chance when your husband wasn’t in the chambers, you went to the arc where you kept your gifts from the ceremony. You’ve searched inside it with nervous hands and took a small bottle from it.

Your cheeks heated up at the sight of the object, its delicate shape involving a rosy potion which perfume was described as having “its own soul, so once it is used, it will always be recognizable by the ones who first sensed it”.

The gift of Aphrodite-sama. I’ve been so curious about its effects, but her explanations were so mysterious, and I was too ashamed to ask enough questions.

You still remembered how she took the chance to approach you while Hades wasn’t around. She passed by your side and stopped before you with such grace, yet so suddenly that you couldn’t help startling.

She giggled, enjoying your reaction.

– You were already a beauty, dear Y/n, but now – the goddess brushed your hair and cupped your face with tenderness – Now you’re the perfect being…

Aphrodite spent a moment in silence, just appreciating what she had in front of her. Then, as suddenly as her arrival, she moved her hands away and took a small object from inside her dress: a bottle that reminded you of the ones in which people sold expensive fragrances in Midgard, filled with some glistening fluid.

She put it in your hands and warned you to not let your husband see it before you had the opportunity to use it.

– Just one drop or two in the sheets, right before you lie down, must be enough – and, surrounding her mouth with her hands, as to whisper a secret – But it wouldn’t be bad if you used a few more.

You stared at the bottle, barely reaching the size of your palm, thinking of those words.

– Aphrodite-sama, I’m very thankful for your gift – you raised your eyes to her – But I’m a bit confused about it. Is it some sort of remedy, or blessing?

She observed you with a mixture of condescension and diversion.

– Most of the times, if used wisely, it will be a blessing, but in other times it will be a powerful remedy – she blinked her right eye.

It was when finally started to understand.

– Oh, this is a love potion, my Lady – you smiled, then frowned – But Hades and I… We’re already in love with each other…

The Goddess of Love laughed.

– I know, my dear. But the purpose of this potion is not making you fall in love… – and lowering her tone – But falling harder.

She approached you one last time and, with a kiss on your forehead, she left you with the potion and a lot of things to think about.

And now you were there, alone with her gift for the second time, and wondering if that was the moment to use it.

I’m torn between the fear of the effects and the curiosity about them.

After minutes of painful deliberation, you decided to open it and smell its perfume… which filled both your nostrils and your soul, drowning you in a wave of powerful sensations: your feelings, thoughts and memories about Hades were all stirred and turned into one, expanding until you had the urge to pour it out; your eyes were filled with tears, and your breath became difficult as your chest would go up and down in ache as you craved his presence. Even as a young goddess, you could tell that the substance held a terrific power.

Now I understand why she told me to use just a few drops.

You adjusted the sheets upon the bed and knelt over them, stretching for the potion to be poured in the center. You slowly turned the bottle to the side, in your best efforts to control your trembling hand, and observed as the first drop fell on the fabric, disappearing so fast that it was hard to tell it has ever been there. More drops followed it in other spots and over the pillows…

When the sudden crack of the room’s door opening made you scream and drop the bottle on the bed, turning the next drops into a whole puddle.

You sat on the sheets, hiding the bottle behind you as you had a confused Hades standing at the door, staring at you without understanding why his arrival got you so scared.

– Is there something wrong, little one? You look a bit nervous.

You were quick to deny it.

– No… No, of course not! I’m perfectly fine! – you shook your hands around yourself as to reaffirm what you were saying – It’s just the noise of these hinges! I can’t get used to it…

With your face on fire, you fell silent after that, praying that your husband would just accept the explanation and change the subject… but, unfortunately, your pairs weren’t willing to grant you this small wish: Hades closed the door behind him and approached the bed, suspicion filling each of his gestures. At the same time, the perfume made its presence stronger than never as the bottle’s whole content leaked to the sheets on your back, turning any attempt of keeping it a secret unnecessary.

– Y/n, what is it? – he looked around the bed – Are you spreading perfume on the sheets?

You shrugged.

– Ah… Sort of.

– What kind of perfume? – he raised an eyebrow – This one seems to possess some sort of spell. Is it one of your wedding gifts?

You shook your head in a positive gesture and slowly brought the bottle to your front, giving it to him with a shy hand.

Once his eyes laid on the object, Hades turned to you with a strange expression, one that you haven’t seen before, and about which you weren’t sure how to feel; your fingers gripped on the sheets: that was the first time you didn’t know what to expect from him.

But you didn’t need to wait too long to figure that out.

You observed as he held the bottle with an attentive gaze, a smile started forming on his lips: he already recognized the nature of the potion. However, it wasn’t shyness or shame that took over your feelings with the understanding: around him and around yourself, you sensed a quiet, yet steady change that grew as the smell spread through the room; you had the sensation that your sight turned a bit blurry, except for your husband’s figure, and that everything was somewhat covered with a rosy light that reminded you of the liquid’s shade. Maybe Hades was under the same impression, for he stood still, staring at you with a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that scared and interested you at the same time. The temperature seemed to elevate in the surroundings even though the balcony’s door was wide open, so you started taking off your robe and moving your hair away from you neck.

The first words said between you after this were his.

– So… Our friend Aphrodite has her own gift for us – he made this observation with a vague, low voice – So clever of her to handle it to you while I was away…

Without taking his eyes off you, he dropped the bottle on the carpet. You didn’t know if it was anger or diversion you sensed in his tone, so you rushed to justify yourself.

– I really wanted to tell you about it, but I couldn’t disobey her instructions – your voice sounded lower than you remembered it, but you kept going – It’s just that, now that I’m recovered… I wanted to do something special… – the air swirled and heated up around you; the left strap of your gown slipped to the side, but you didn’t mind adjusting it – I wanted to have a proper honeymoon…

And that was the instant that changed everything.

Once those words escaped your lips, the blurry wave of sensations poured out of you at last, reaching for your lover and tangling with his own feelings, pulling him ahead, straight to you: without wasting time, Hades got rid of his coat and shoes, throwing himself over the bed as if afraid that you would disappear if he lingered in his place. You were a bit scared by this new impulsivity, but you wouldn’t push him away: the heat that has been increasing since you first smelled the potion, pulsating all over your body, only calmed own when your husband wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his lap, your legs spreading and burying in the sheets on each side, his mouth reaching for yours as you helped him take off his blouse with your little hands.

You moved away for a moment to see the results of your work, and the vision left you marveled: yes, you’ve already seen him undressed once, when he stood with you during the worst point of your fever, but you barely gave his figure the attention it deserved; now, with your strength restored and your sight in perfect conditions, you wouldn’t make the same mistake: from his face, your hands slipped over his skin, across his neck and over his chest, your thumbs drawing circles around his nipples; you smiled when a sigh left his lips. You noticed the vine he had tattooed on his left arm, the same pattern of the one on his forehead.

He is perfect.

– You’re so beautiful… – you murmured to him, your fingers brushing over the tattoo – I’m so sorry for making you wait... I promise I’ll make up for it…

You felt his hands going to your hips and tightening around them, bringing you closer. Your gown slipped, exposing your thighs as your knees were buried on the soft mattress.

– I’ll make sure you will – his lips brushed and smiled over yours – But for you, the wait is always worthy…

You felt his hands caressing your thighs, slipping under your gown and pulling it up. Your heart skipped a bit: that was going to be the first time you’d expose yourself for your husband, so that everything had to be in place: you were now a goddess with a well-built, flawless body, but were you feeling that beautiful now? Were you good enough to appear before him with only your skin to cover you?

Heavens, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, but who would say it’d be so scary?

Still, you didn’t stop him, and when the gown was finally taken off, every inch of yourself under his sight, you remembered the conversation you had weeks ago, in that balcony beside the room, and the confidence in it soothed your nervousness, as much as his hands exploring your figure: his right thumb caressed your lower lip, going down to your chin and your neck, where you noticed his hand was able to surround most of it; both his hands went through your shoulders, your collarbones and, finally, your breasts, where he his thumbs caressed you the same way you did to him. A loud moan escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself, and you put your hand over it, your cheeks burning with shame: apparently, erasing one’s shyness wasn’t among the properties of Aphrodite’s potion; Hades laughed, enjoying your spontaneity, and moved your hand away from your lips, putting it around is neck.

– So shy, aren’t we? – and, letting it clear that he had the same conversation in mind as well, – Let’s take care of this together…

He then suffocated any word or moan that might’ve come out from your mouth with a deep kiss, pulling you tighter against himself as your hands tangled in his hair.

Outtake

Part XXIII

[lorax-devito]

Ahhh melvins fist kiss,such a lovely,romantic moment with such tenderness and definitely not el thinking and getting really happy over the fact that they might become siblings

okay I will admit malnourished fallopian tube can have some cute moments but this kiss just rubbed me the wrong way…it just seems very…forced and yeah,I get that ‘actions speak louder than words’ and all that but it’s just with the context it all just seems a bit…icky…

I’m not saying like forced himself into el but he kinda did,not in a technically bad way bc el never said no and all the complex stuff I’m not going to get into but by forced I mean that Mike got influenced or forced by Lucas and well el,she was fresh outta the lab she had no clue what was happening and as much as a want to regain my self from bringing up the whole ‘you’d be my brother’ incident (bc I bring it up a lot when comparing byler or using Melvin as an example for smth )I’m going too bc omg 😭the girl was not only okay with them just being bffs but she was exited over the idea of them being related and yeah,in els eyes that’s probably just friends considering the whole oh yeah,she was raised in a lab and called (I forgot her name) the other girl in leather her sister and papa told the other kids that they were all siblings and all that messed up stuff so ig she just sees siblings as friends or (the whole thing in s4 with her getting bullied in the lab and battered by the other kids In the lab) potential bullies.idk that’s just how I veiwed it but anyways here’s the byler stuff-

I’m leaning more onto the ‘passionate,sudden,I’ve gotta have you righty here right now’ kinda kiss with byler (if that’s the right way to explain it lol) but I also think a slow, gentle kiss with byler would be such a good contrast to mouldy eggs rushed kiss.the best way I can describe it is like the kiss in the fan fic ‘wills fluffy hair’ (I’ll link it at the bottom).

(I’m pretty sure that’s the right fic but they all kind of merge into one so if I got it wrong and realise I’ll change it later 💀)

if you can’t be bothered to read it basically Mike asks if will is okay,will cry’s bc he thinks Mike is lying/teasing him,it’s angst and I love it

basically the kids would be slow and Mike and will just taking their time,no interruptions,they keep asking each other is every inch or so that they move closer is okay and if anyone thinks ‘ewww that’s not hot or anything’ CONSENT IS MF HOT OK IM ALL FOR THE BIG ROMANTIC KISS WHERE THEY GO ALL IN AND ITS MESSY AND STUFF BUT IT CAN STILL BE ROMANTIC WITH CONSENT-okay,mini rant over,anyway they are both so terrified bc (Im pretty sure I’m quoting a fic rn😭god help me) is this allowed? Are they allowed to do this? It feels so wrong yet so right.

they have one small kiss,they’re lips barely touching or they are rlly close,noses brushing up against one another,neither one of them daring to be the one to break the small wall between their lips and omg I think I’ve done it again,good god I’ve quoted a fic,again😭

basically they are both so nervous and scared and then suddenly for one small moment everything goes away,they’re kissing and oh god it feels like heaven and then they both start crying and the just keep being big romantic,cheesy dorks and it’s emotional and all of the miscommunication gets cleared up and yeah,I just think that’s a nice way the byler kiss could go,I’m still a huge rain fight kiss fan (tbh I like most scenarios where they kiss and fall in live and are happy forever😭) but this is also nice,it itches a different kind a scratch,plus I just know that Noah would be able to pull his best acting skills out for that scene and melt our hearts which he’ll do anyway but we all know how this he is at crying scenes (I mean he’s had a lot of practice,I’m looking at you suffer bros🥲)

I think it’s is the right fic but as I said if I notice that I got it wrong then I’ll change it later,it’s still an amazing fic tho,so much angst😭😭