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chuunai · 1 year ago

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Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

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godmadeaterribleerror · 4 months ago

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Anywhere Else Is Hollow - No Love Love Halloween Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist

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Author's Note: There are so many pop-culture references in here, I'm so sorry. Title from willow by Taylor Swift.

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary/Warnings: A halloween special episode! Takes place in Chapter 25. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, pre-established relationship

“It’s the middle of fucking June.” Ben grumbles, adjusting his suspenders and glaring at his reflection. “And I still don’t see why I can’t just wear my damn supe suit-“

You grab his shoulders, turning him to face you and moving his hands off the straps for you to fix. “So you admit,” you grin up at him. “Your supe suit is a costume.”

Ben rolls his eyes. “Shut the fuck up, people dress as me all the goddamn time-“

“But you are you. The whole point of this is that you’re not you.”

“Well, I don’t want to be this fucking pussy-“

“Rick O’Connell is not a pussy, he was my very first crush and an excellent treasure hunter. He’s like Indiana Jones, but with no commitment to academics.”

“Well then why the fuck can’t I be Indiana Jones-“

“Because you don’t have any commitment to academics, and you’re built more like late 90s Brendan Fraser.” You run your hand through Ben’s hair, holding his glower with a fake pout. “I think you look very handsome.”

“I always look fucking handsome,” he mutters, catching your hand and kissing your knuckles. “This is still goddamn stupid.”

“If you want to go tell Ryan that-“

Your hum is cut off with a squeak as Ben tugs you forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you until you’re a little dizzy, swaying against him.

“Brat.” He presses another, lighter kiss on the corner of your lips, smirking as you chase his mouth back fully onto yours. “I’m going to do this shit, for you-“

“For me?” You raise your brows, pulling back enough to give Ben a pointed look. “Or for the blowjob and ice cream you’re going to earn for not being a massive fucking baby about this.”

He shrugs. “It’s a blowjob from you, beautiful. And if you’re going to wear this-“ He cuts himself off, scanning over you with a frown. “What the fuck is this.”

“A costume-“

The lines of Ben’s face deepen, and he rolls his eyes. “No, smartass. Who are you.”

“Evelyn Carnahan.”

“Who-“

“She’s your,” you poke Ben’s chest, and keep your face bright as you push through the description. You’d really been hoping he wouldn’t ask who you were, because you know he loves you, but it still might make you cry if he gets pissed off or freaked out by this. “Wife.”

He just blinks at you. “I’m not married yet-“

“No, dummy.” You sigh. “In the movies. Your costume is married to my costume.”

There’s a moment of silence, and it’s the longest fucking moment of your life. Ben is staring at you, looking slightly dumb-struck, and everything inside him is glowing and burning and made of ardor, but if he doesn’t fucking say something-

“If you give me a blowjob in this costume,” he mutters, scanning over your body as an insufferably attractive, cocky grin crosses his face. “I’ll jump off a fucking bridge for you.”

You flush, all of Ben’s hunger making you feel warm and high, but still manage to wrinkle your nose at him. “I don’t need you to jump off a bridge for me, Benjamin. Just don’t bitch and moan, and pretend you’re having a little fun.”

“We can stay here, and have plenty of fun in these stupid fucking outfits-“

“Nope.” You push off his chest, and stick out your tongue. “Earn it, Pretty Boy.”

Ben's face falls into an almost adorable pout, but he lets you tangle his hand in yours, pulling him out of your room and apartment, down to the dining hall.

You will admit, this whole thing is a little ridiculous. It is in fact the middle of June, but Ryan’s never had a Halloween before, and who knows what the fuck your life will look like come October. Best case scenario, two Halloweens in one year. Worst case-

You don’t even want to think about the worst case. The worst case is world-ending, heartbreaking, and keeps you up in the dark with nightmares of cold, blue eyes and red hands that might be yours and might be Homelander’s wrapping around your throat.

So this might be a little stupid, but you don’t care. It’s a distraction, it’s not like you have anything better to do while everyone is benched. You might as well entertain this request from Ryan, and pretend it’s October, and just have simple fun for one night, like the world isn’t ending around you.

Bonus, Ben does look really fucking good. He’s right, he always looks good—it’s one of the most annoying things about him—but it’s a little insane right now. If it wasn’t for Ryan, and the promise you’d made to attend the party, you’d have taken him up on that stay here and have fun idea. But for now, you’re still allowed to look. Scan over his broad shoulders, his muscles rippling in his shirt, and you want to pull him down by his suspenders to kiss him all over his stupid, handsome face, and he’d trimmed his beard last night so it’s soft and fuck you love him and it’s driving you out of your mind-

You almost trip as Ben stops outside the dining hall—you hadn’t even realized you’d arrived—and his arm shoots out, wrapping around you and steadying your body.

“Careful, Sunshine.” He grumbles, not moving away as you regain your balance. “You said no blood, and that fucking counts you.”

You wrinkle your nose at him. “It does not-“

“Yes, it does.” Ben’s snap is firm, his big, warm hand squeezing your waist. “You get hurt, we leave. Got it?”

“Fine.”

His eyes narrow, and he bends down to your eye level. Try again.

I’ve got it, Ben draws back up, and you lower your voice between your heads to a mumble. You massive fucking cunt-

He snorts, scooping you up into his arms, swallowing your small yelp with a kiss. Brat. Ready?

Put me down, you whack Ben’s chest, and he knows you don’t mean it—the asshole is big and warm and this is the safest place in the world so you never want to be anywhere but here— because his glower doesn’t waver.

If you’re going to fucking hurt yourself-

I’m not going to hurt myself, Benjamin. You drop your head onto his shoulder, giving him your sweetest smile. You won’t let me.

Damn right I won’t, he scans over your face, and slowly lowers you back down, keeping his hand in yours. Let’s get this shit over with.

The decorating of the dining hall is abysmal. Frenchie had spray painted some bats on the walls—which had to be some kind of health hazard, but you were all way past that—and Annie had covered exactly three tables in spooky-themed cloth, but that was the extent of the efforts. Everyone seemed to be trying to make up for it with costumes, though. Even Butcher was dressed up. Granted, he did mostly just look like himself with no shirt, but it only took one assessing scan of his black trench coat, sunglasses, and gun to figure out what he was going for.

“Terminator?” You ask as you and Ben approach the drink table—two bottles of sprite someone put red food-coloring in and a bowl of punch that you really hope Frenchie didn’t spike—and Butcher nods.

“Right on the money, Love.” He scans you over with a frown. “Fuckin hell are you supposed to be.”

“Evie, from the Mummy.”

Butcher's eyes turn to Ben. “And that makes this cunt-“

“Rick.” Ben grunts, tugging you a little closer to his side, his glare on Butcher a very obvious, violent challenge.

No blood, Benjamin.

I haven’t done a fucking thing-

It’s a preemptive no blood. If Butcher’s a dick, no killing him.

Butcher opens his mouth, a mocking grin covering his face and Ben tenses at your side, but with either the best or worst timing in the world, MM walks thoughtlessly between them to the table.

MM glances over to you and Ben as he pours a drink. “The Mummy?”

“Yeah, and you’re-“

“Dread Pirate Roberts.” Ben’s voice is so confident that the look of exasperation on MM’s face almost makes you snort.

“I’m Zorro, motherfucker.”

Butcher takes in MM’s mask and black cloth outfit, and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m with Soldier Boy on this one, Mate. You’re a fuckin pirate.”

“Lucky it’s not up to you assholes, it’s my costume-“

Ben squeezes your hand as Butcher and MM devolve in further argument, and when you glance up at him his attention is fixed on the food table. I’m fucking starving-

Go eat, then.

You’d meant for him to go get food and come back, but Ben pulls you with him as he stomps over to the food, only dropping your hand when he realizes he needs both to fill up his plate.

Why are these hot dogs so fucking small.

You follow his glare to the table, and bite your tongue to stifle your giggle. They’re pigs in a blanket. And you’ve definitely had them before

Ben ignores the second half of your sentence. Are they good.

I think you’d like them-

That’s all it takes, and Ben’s plate becomes half covered pigs in a blanket. He drops down onto one of the empty tables—watching you carefully until you sit at his side—and then begins to stuff them into his face until his cheeks are puffed out.

You can’t look at him or you’ll snort—which means he’ll probably glare at you, which will make you laugh more, and it will somehow end with Ben fucking you on the table, in front of everyone—so you scoot closer to his side and wave to Kimiko as she walks into the dining hall, wearing large yellow skirt and blue top, a large red bow in her hair.

Snow White? You sign, and she nods with a wide smile.

Frenchie sewed it for me. She spins around before sitting across from you. He’s coming, he wants to fix his cape.

His cape?

He’s something called a Frodo. Kimiko glances at Ben, still chewing, and back to you. Is he okay, he looks angry… Kimiko’s hands pause for a second. Angrier. Than usual.

He’s grumpy. You shrug. And that’s just his face whenever he eats. He’s like a mean old dog.

You love him so much.

“What are you talking about,” Ben grumbles, crumbs falling onto his beard. You sigh, reaching up to wipe them off.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full-“

“Answer my fucking question-“

“We were talking about you, Benjamin.” You hum. “And how grumpy you are.”

“I’m not fucking grumpy-“

“You’re so grumpy.” You kiss his cheek, and feel rough affection spark in his chest, his scowl wavering. “And I still love you.”

“I love you too,” Ben mutters, pressing his leg to yours and returning his attention his food, eating slightly slower.

You resume your conversation with Kimiko, and give up on explaining what a Frodo is when Frenchie drops at Her side, giving a proud, sweeping gesture to his costume.

“Good, non? Certainly much better than Butcher only taking off his shirt-“

“The fuck are you, an elf?”

Frenchie frowns at Ben, “I am Frodo fucking Baggins. See,” he raises his bare foot up for you and Ben to see. “No shoes. A hobbit.”

Ben makes a sour face, opening his mouth to say something that’s likely not very nice, so you punch him in the stomach.

He doesn’t flinch, but shoots you a glare. I didn’t fucking do anything-

You were going to call Frenchie’s costume stupid.

It is fucking stupid. He’s wearing a cape, Sunshine, that’s dumb-

I know, but it’s the costume. Let’s move, Pretty Boy, before you yell at Kimiko for wearing a dress when she’s Snow White.

Ben paused. Why the fuck is she Snow White. I’ve seen her bash peoples brain in-

She says because she wants to take a nap and likes animals and music.

Ben seems to accept that answer, his glare turning to his empty plate, and tugs you up with him as he stands. “You promised me burgers-“

“I did not.” You let him loop his arm through yours, but hold him at the table. “I said Benjamin, if you want to grill burgers, I’m still banned from using the grill but I’ll sit with you.”

He pauses, looking back to the half empty food table before grunting, “Do you want a burger.”

You give him an amused look. “Do you want a burger?”

“Of course I want a fucking burger-“

“Then sure, I’ll have one-“

You’re cut off with a slight squeak as Ben starts to move, yanking you to his side without breaking pace, but slinging his arm over your shoulders and half holding you against him until you’re on steady feet.

When you reach the grill Ben helps you up onto the counter—keeping one hand steady on your thigh until you’re settled—and begins to move around, prepping the grill with an almost violent focus.

He’s barely started when you see Ryan—bright eyes and dressed in a droopy white tunic and loose pants—bouncing over to you, a very sheepish Hughie-Mario and smiling Annie-Samus behind him.

Ryan says your name, and Ben glances up, movements slowing as he very obviously eavesdrops. “Look!” Ryan gestures to his outfit. “I’m Luke Skywalker!”

“Yeah, you are.” You nod, returning Ryan’s smile and glancing over him to Hughie. “No lightsaber, dude?”

Hughie raises his hand that isn’t holding Annie’s to display a blue plastic lightsaber, and frowns at it. “It’s the wrong color, but it lights up, and blue is still a Jedi color. Actually, blue was originally supposed to be Luke’s lightsaber color, but green tested better-“

“Fuck yeah it did,” Ben mutters, returning to your side with his arms full of frozen packaged hamburgers. “Blue’s a fucking dogshit, pussy color-“

You kick his thigh, keeping your eyes on Ryan. “But a good color for a lightsaber, right Benjamin?”

Ben rolls his eyes, but grumbles an agreement.

“Are you making burgers?” Ryan shuffles to Ben’s side, looking over the grill with wide eyes.

“Grilling.” Ben grunts. “I don’t make the paddies, kid, I fucking grill them.”

“Can you, um, can you show me how?”

You watch them carefully as Ben freezes, his whole body tensing and his grip on the spatula growing white-knuckled for only a second before the whole thing passes, and he nods. “Pay attention, because I’m not repeating anything. And no fucking lightsabers near my grill.”

You don’t bother teasing him with the fact that it’s not Ben’s grill, it’s everyone’s grill, because Ryan’s eyes light up and that’s what this was about. Ryan feeling cared about, and watching Ben move around and nodding along with his instructions before tentatively flipping a burger, all with an eager face. It was about how when they finished Ryan shuffled up to you with the burger Ben had let him grill himself, nervously asking if you wanted it.

You’d never taken a plate so fast. But when you start to scoot off the counter Ben’s hand lands on your thigh, holding you in place.

Benjamin-

He ignores your voice in his head, his attention focused purely on Ryan. “Where do you want to eat, kid?”

“Um,” Ryan swallowed, his face a little red. “Here? It’s quiet-“

Ben’s hand slid up your leg, moving you a little further back onto the counter as he leaned against it himself, looping his arm around your waist as he places his plate down, holding the burger with his free hand as he examines Ryan with a drawn brow. “You need a chair.”

Ryan blinked. “No, thank you. It’s okay to eat here?”

“I don’t give a fuck-“

“Yes, we can.” You lean yourself against Ben’s back, smiling at Ryan as you kicking Ben’s leg in a subtle movement to shut him up. “Are you liking fake-Halloween?”

Ryan nods, face eager once more. “Yeah! The costumes are, um, really fun, and Butcher said I can have extra dessert-“

Ben freezes mid bite of his burger, roughly swallowing the food in his mouth before grunting, “do you not get fucking candy.”

“No, Aunt Grace says it’s not good for my teeth-“

“Fuck that, your teeth with be fine.” Ben glares around the kitchen before jerking his head to a cabinet. “There’s a damn year’s worth of chocolate in there. Take some.”

“I, um-“

“Ryan.” Ben snaps, holding Ryan’s nervous gaze. “You want chocolate, eat some fucking chocolate. You can’t get cavities, and if Mallory and Butcher get fucking whiny about it, I’ll deal with it.”

“Okay.” Ryan mumbles, glancing over at the cabinet. “Will anyone notice-“

“It’s Kimiko’s,” Ben mutters, tugging you a little closer. “She told me, and we’re the only ones that know about it. You’re good, kid, don’t lose your fucking mind over something so stupid.”

As Ryan shuffles over to the cabinet—looking back to you and Ben with a bright, shocked face at the truly abominable amount of chocolate in the cabinet—you bump Ben’s shoulder with yours.

What did you threaten Kimiko with to know about her secret chocolate stash?

Ben rolls his eyes. She fucking told me, Sunshine. For you.

Oh. You blink, titling your head at him. Why didn’t she tell me?

I don’t fucking know, maybe she knew you’d fold and tell whoever looked sad-

I would not fold-

Ben scoffs. You’d fold in a fucking second. Those pussies would have a bad day and you’d start handing chocolate like goddamn candy.

It is candy, Benjamin. You wrinkle your nose at him, nodding over to Ryan. And you just folded pretty fucking fast yourself-

Shut up.

Nope, you caved without Ryan even asking-

Ben’s arm around you tugs you forward into a slow, gentle kiss. Brat.

Cunt. You pull back, smiling at him. I love you, you massive fucking idiot-

You love my massive fucking something, darling. Ben winks at you, and you only get to flush as Ryan returns, his pockets stuffed and overflowing with chocolate.

You’re here for another few hours. You think you could spend a lifetime here, listening to Ryan tell you about how Hughie had helped him get his Luke Skywalker costume right—the key is the shoes, and you have no idea what that means but Ryan sounds certain, so you nod—and watching Ben swallow his grumbles about how Star Wars is fucking dumb as cock for Ryan’s sake. You really hope you make it to this October, and the one after that, and the one after that. You want to spend a lifetime like this, with Ryan’s face full of joy and his words coming out easy instead of unsure. With Ben half wrapped around you, his outfit and face and everything making your brain go a little haywire. If October comes without pain, Ben will be wearing that again. And you’ll have more time to have fun with him—and his mouth, and his tongue, and his rough hands on your body and his hard cock wherever he wants it—before doing this again. Next time, you’ll get Ryan more candy, and a properly colored lightsaber.

And if another year passes, this could be your whole life. A hundred more Halloweens—probably more, given the whole immortality thing—with Ben looking stupidly handsome at your side and everything being about easy, simple joy. And when you look at Ben’s stoic face and feel his love—hot and zealous and focused in your chest—you don’t think he’d argue with you. He’d be just as happy as you are to do this forever, together, maybe joined by more bright-eyed children he can teach to grill and give too much chocolate. Countless costumes for him to grumble are stupid, but wear nonetheless.

It would be really nice to have a life like this.

End Note: I spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing everyone's costumes, but I think I nailed it. Jensen Ackles playing Soldier Boy dressed as Rick O'Connell from the Mummy save me. Save me Jensen Ackles playing Soldier Boy dressed as Rick O'Connell from the Mummy.

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an-idyllic-novelist · 1 year ago

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Angel Dust with Violet Evergarden!reader platonic fluff scenario

Warnings: spoilers up to episode 4, possible triggers. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please leave now and read something much more pleasant.

For everyone else, welcome to this small piece of fluffy goodness! You guys might know me from my other blog, @forbidden-sunlight . You have sent me your ideas for future Violet Evergarden!reader scenarios for Hazbin Hotel, and here is one of them! :)

Sit back, relax, and let us dive into a chaotic afterlife, where even a bit of reprieve from dishonesty and hypocrisy isn’t possible…until now.

Angel Dust's first impression of you is the following: a cute weirdo who dressed like a doll and didn’t smile much. What was even more tragic is that you actually believed there is a chance for sinners to be redeemed, and that the only to do that is complete Charlie’s half-assed rehabilitation program. You still do, even your progress hasn’t gotten you one step closer to Heaven’s pearly gates and the next Extermination is in six months. Five months actually, but who's counting?

That was around the time when he had to go back to work. He didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t…well, he didn’t want to think about it. Valentino is a psychopathic freak. He promised to make him, Angel, a big star in Hell’s entertainment industry, and instead fucked him over six ways from Sunday with false promises.

Long hours, shitty pay. No time to even take a nap in his dressing room because of course Big Daddy Val had his favorite toy’s schedule booked until he couldn't walk anymore and needed a stiff drink. When his afterlife seemed to take a nosedive for worse, and after Husk knocked some sense into him, he started finding letters under his door.

At first glance Angel could tell that they weren’t from his fans. No one’s gonna go out of their way and buy expensive paper to type it on, shove in an envelope, and put a wax seal on it just to praise him for his acting skills and share their wildest fantasies starring yours truly. No. This was….someone else.

He honestly didn't know how to describe the context of these letters because he had never received something like this from anyone who did not expect anything from him in PS or PPS. The sender would write either a short or long letter. The short letter was about half a page long; the sender would ask how he was feeling and ask him one question. What was his favorite food? What is the color he would never wear? The sender included a little about themselves too, as if to encourage him to respond. The longer ones started the same, with a greeting and almost the same stuff written in the shorter ones, but they shared how their day went with him, even the stupid, mundane shit they do every day as a part-time clerk at an antique shop and when they come home. The longer ones were at least two pages long. Some stuff made him roll his eyes, made him laugh…but it was the closing sentences, even as they vary from letter to letter, always jerked his heart in a way which made him both sad and happy at the same time.

I’m happy I’ve met you.

Thank you for being here.

Good night and have pleasant dreams.

You are stronger than you think, Angel.

I hope I can receive a letter from you someday.

You made a lot of progress today in Charlie’s exercises. I’m proud of you.

You’re doing great.

Angel might be a bit of a dummy….but he could tell right away who had been sending him the letters. The bit about Charlie’s exercises…there were only a few people attending that day. Vaggie, Sir Wet Noodles, and you. Vaggie wouldn’t write this kind of shit, and definitely not the wannabe overlord. You. You’ve helped him get through it with these letters and you never expected him to reply back. It’s as if you just wanted your words to reach him through Val’s sickly red smoke and hold his hand in your gloved one.

Naturally…the best way he can say thanks…for caring about him in your roundabout way…is to write a letter back. Maybe have a drink at Husk’s bar and talk about shitty coworkers or why Smiles never stops smiling? He’s not sure, but he’ll figure it out somehow. Sex isn’t the only thing he’s good at. And he’d like to get to know you a little more too.

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krisluxxeeempress · 7 months ago

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WHY ARE THEY MAD? PICK-A- PILE

Pile One: Work Related

It appears as if you have people in your work environment MAD because they see you making more moves and less announcements these days. With great effort to not jump ahead energetically to read these cards inadvertently lets me know these people are mad because they’re watching you and still somehow confused as to how you are making more moves & advancing ahead of them. Imagine watching an entire movie and missing parts, forcing you to rewind. These people are watching you and confused as to how you are growing in your career, business, creative pursuits etc. The rewind energy I referenced in my example is what is happening to these people who are too busy watching you while they’re life is on hold and or are being forced to re-do something that they missed in their life. ( Saturn RX energy)

It feels like I’m writing in a circle, but I know that the energy I am picking up on from those people who are mad at you. You are running circles around these people while they’re watching you! AND STILL, THEY DON’T SEE YOU COMING. For some of you, they are mad because you found a loophole or some kind of weakness or lack in your respective fields which is the key to your success. While everyone is doing, looking, sounding, thinking, producing the same shit ( excuse my language) you are giving what needs to be gave, effortlessly. It gives heavy unique vibes. Nothing is truly new under the sun, however, whatever it is your doing and or offering appears to be different and to your credit- I am confident it is different. AND THAT IS WHY THEY ARE MAD!! To my next point, you have these people mad because you don’t do what everyone else does. BOOM ! It’s amazing how everyone does, looks, acts, says, moves, smells, and thinks the same while simultaneously thinking they are still different. Like how? EXACTLY. ( questions that need answers) While everyone else is copying and using others for a come up or lifestyle, you seem to be getting it out the mud- quite literally.

You have literally or are in the process of drafting something from scratch meanwhile others just regurgitate basic information, products or “skills” for clout and money. I keep wanting to use the word appear and so there’s something extremely significant about appearances. ( heavy Sun | Leo energy) For those gold diggers out there, man or woman, they are mad at you because they play dummy games and are now being rewarded with dummy prizes. The card, “these hoes aint loyal” (Chris Brown vibes) came out which is why I feel there are some gold diggers in your energy MAD at you. They took the easy, predictable and trifling way out meanwhile you took the harder way, and you are managing to get further ahead ( or will be, this may be a prediction) This could even be the other way around where you come into whichever work| creative field and things start to manifest for you easier and quicker as opposed to those people who may have been doing it longer than you.

TRUST AND BELIEVE- THEY ARE MAD!!!!

Last card out: THEY HAVE TO STAY MAD

PERIOD.

Pile Two: Single & Won't Mingle

I initially started this reading off with the disclaimer and then I deleted it. Then the energy switched just that fast and so with that being said- you have someone mad that you are not giving warnings, disclaimers, arguing, nagging or fighting for them to act right. This reading has two different scenarios- so stay with me. Some of you may not be single, however, you are dealing with someone who acts single. Feel me? We have all heard of those single married people. This can even be a situation where someone is mad because their ( baby mom or dad) child’s father or mother is acting single. The first card that came out was “ they are mad because you don’t want kids, anymore kids, or none of their kids”. You see why I’m conflicted? This is energy I’m picking up from a single person who refuses to deal with someone who has children. Or this is someone who has children with someone who is acting single.

It gets worse! Someone is mad you will not have sex with them. So, for those who do not have children or want anymore- this person is mad because you feel like that is their goal or simply you are not attracted to or making time for them for whatever reason. It’s messy and I am trying to explain this simply but there’s so many factors. NO WONDER THEY ARE MAD. Someone is also mad you know when, where and how to detach. Basically, someone is mad because you may feel like dealing with them would make things complicated and you are avoiding that outcome as best you can. Now that I follow suite and energetically detach, I can process this much better concluding that these people or person is mad because they want to be emotionally and or sexually involved in your life however, you see the red flags from miles and trials away. This person or people are mad because you are lit and won’t change for them and so this helps put things into better context now. With you being lit, this indicates that you are in a good place in your life whether that be financially, spiritually, emotionally or all the above.

Some of you are not heartbroken, missing anyone from the past or carrying any resentment in your heart. It’s like you have a clean slate in your life and you simply do not want to or are not ready to incorporate someone new or back into your life- & that’s fair. This person is mad because they cannot change your mind- aka manipulate you. This may even be people you don’t even know exist and when they see you, they get triggered because the energy you exude is giving “ fuck off” while simultaneously looking sexy or handsome as hell. No wonder you chose not to be involved; I literally could not think straight when my emotions were involved in the beginning of the reading. Everything was confusing and messy and in my personal experience and from observation- that’s usually what occurs when you get emotionally and sexually involved. Some of you may have strong Neptune, Chiron, Libra, Virgo, Pisces or 7th house placements. You have people mad because you are cautious, picky and unattainable if I’m honest. The next cards out are “ time is money, and you can lose it all and bounce back”. AMAZING . It’s clear a lot of you with this energy and mentality are bouncing back and have experienced that messy and confusing situation before when dealing with others.

With time is money, your energy now reminds me of Pile (1). You have redirected your focus into work related and creative outlets. Those creative outlets may now be work for you. If any of you have strong Neptune, Chiron, Leo, Sun etc. placements ( not limited to) it appears as if you are channeling your sexual aka creative energy into work or creativity. Which is another reason why they are mad especially if you resonate with Pile (1). I am proud of this pile because I can feel how much healing you’ve done. How much you’ve matured and how much wisdom you’ve gained.

On YouTube & TikTok, my “ Why Are They Mad” readings are quite popular however, usually someone is mad for petty, superficial and egotistical reasons. I can honestly say this is the first-time people are mad for VALID AND LEGITIMATE REASONS. I personally want someone to be mad that I’m focused, mature, creative, HEALED & HAPPY and have HIGHER STANDARDS. Hell yeah! This is truly what life is about and I can sense your Divinity. You are truly chosen, and you have DEMONS mad. Aw, I feel kindred spirits here… Just re-read this, the energy started off with low vibration and now (personally) I feel at peace.

WOW! Aw, I love you guys who chose this pile , spiritually I know you….

Pile Three: Stepping on Necks

Wow, I don’t know where to start. ( 2 minutes later, SpongeBob narrator voice) You have the world, your neighbors, family, foes, haters, ex’s, pastors, teachers- EVERYBODY MAD because your career is taking off. This is profound because this pile is for those who have been the underdog. This pile is for those who have been struggling, overlooked and receiving the bare minimum in all aspects of life- until now. I am not the type of lie, exaggerate or only speak about GOOD THINGS to appease anyone. ( which is why I’m selectively liked) Believe me when I tell you that a major shift has and or is occurring in your life. The cards “ your ass is fatter, and you snapped back after the baby” came out. On the surface, this would mean some of you may have gained weight for a multitude of reasons. Especially if one was struggling emotionally and spiritually- you gained weight due to eating and laziness. Others you gained weight because you had a baby ( congratulations) however, I do not dwell on the surface and so these cards indicate for me that some of you astrologically speaking in a solar return or progressive chart you may have had your moon in Sagittarius, Jupiter in Aries or 1st house, Jupiter in Taurus or 2nd house , Sagittarius or 9th house , Cancer or 4th house, Moon in Cancer or 4th house. ( however, not limited to)

What this means is that you gained weight and you were undergoing spiritual awakenings with hardships. Life has been hard and for some of you, your body took a hit. With the card “ you snapped back after the baby”, that may be the case for those of you this applies to. For the emotional and stress eaters -you will notice that you are starting to lose weight or break the habits that encouraged weight gain. AND THAT’S WHY THEY ARE MAD!!!! It’s never about appearances but more so what’s going on underneath and for most of you, you were holding on and feeding negative energy that is now being released slowly but surely. Some of you may have let yourself go and now you are snapping back, better than before. Of course they are mad about this!! Back to your career is taking off, some of you work in corporate while others work for themselves. Those working in corporations, you have always been at the bottom and making the bare minimum or simply never gained the respect that was deserved. Those who work for yourself, you have always been overlooked and paid very little if at all. Some of you may have had to go back into working 9-5 corporate jobs because your business was stagnant. People just did not want to support you at all which forced you to go back into “slavery”.

Nonetheless, this is turning around for you Jupiter style. ( or will be ) Astrologically speaking, check your outer planets- Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto – maybe even your progressive or solar return charts because however society treated you- this is changing. You will no longer have to ask for permission, meaning- you will have the financial comfort or freedom to live and afford the things you want/ need without assistance from anyone. In corporate, you may be promoted to a position to where others must report to you, or you no longer must report to someone- there’s more leeway granted to you. Entrepreneurs, this means exactly what it means. You do not have to ask for permission! Business will be getting better; energy levels will be restored, and you can come and go as you please. AND THAT’S WHY THEY ARE MAD! IT’S GIVING MORE FREEDOM THAT OTHER’S DO NOT HAVE AND ENJOYED TAKING FROM YOU OR WORKED HARD TO ENSURE YOU NEVER HAD. Some of you have people mad because no message is the message. ( DAMN)

Intuitively, I feel like some of you may be moving, changing numbers, jobs, contact emails- the whole nine. Those who had access to you before, no longer will. Of course, people feel the energetic shift ( refer back to those outer planets I’ve mentioned) Those people who counted you out and delighted in believing you would never make progress or move forward- now see you in a different light. They now want to be part of your life and “assist” or “support” you whereas, before you did not have that “privilege”. And yet now you are becoming privileged. ( without them) They are mad you are educated. As far as I’m concerned, knowledge is power and you clearly are the most powerful currently, ready to wield that power. It’s all fun and games when the rabbit has the gun ( some of you may be seeing bunnies a lot lately) & THAT’S WHY THEY ARE MAD!

You are educated, which alludes to some of you being able to go back to school to get degrees or this could be simply be speaking on becoming a wiser person. This can also speak of having a skill or talent that you have mastered and are the best at it. Referring to Pile (1), you have a talent or knowledge that sets you apart which is or will be the key to your success. Lastly, people are mad that “ you ain’t with the bafoolery”. This gives me the vibe that you said you would do something ( like succeed) and you’re doing it. You are proving it. You are true to it. I said lastly, but there’s a bit more I want to cover. And that’s your energy- you will succeed and then some. It reminds me a lyric Drake said, mind you he’s a millionaire, successful and never has to work again but in his lyrics, he said something along the lines of “ any other rapper would have retired but I have more to accomplish”. Blah blah. That’s your energy, you will be giving way more than is expected. ( example, I wrote a whole book for this pile) You will be surpassing others and your even your own expectations. People are mad that you are independent which automatically renders the majority POWERLESS.

Most people need others to need them because it makes them feel important and of course, a need can be capitalized. This whole world thrives ON A NEED. The fact that you’ll be in a position where you are no longer subjected to others, IS POWER & THAT IS WHY EVERYBODY WILL BE MAD. It gives underdog is top dog energy. Lastly, ( truly) like Pile (2), everybody will be mad because you do not want marriage. It’s like Rhianna Vibes, she’s a billionaire and everyone expects her to be married because she has two children. If you read pile (2), you just want to remain unencumbered, detached and not tied down to anyone. Especially after you witnessed the true nature of most people. You are cautious, focused and simple do not have time or energy to invite someone into your life who can and will try to take all that you have worked for ALONE. They did not care nor were they attracted to you when you had nothing so in your mind, it’s best they KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY & THAT’S WHY THEY ARE MAD!!!

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thefrontmanscockwarmer · 18 days ago

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Easier

Player 001 x reader [Fluff]🎀

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“Gi-Hun” you groaned as he took your bottle of water, holding it above your head.

“Come on, just grab it” he chuckled. “Or are you too short?” He faked the pensive thought before smiling again.

“Big brother” you drawled. “When I get out of here, I swear, I’m kicking your ass.” You say, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well, if we play one more game, you might end up dumber than you already are.” He chuckled, poking your ribs.

“No stupider than you” you stuck your tongue out. Gi-hun was your older brother, you honestly hadn’t spoken to him in a while, since you went off to university. He was still annoying.

“Well, dummy, you ended up here due to your poor money choices” he countered. The grim scenario now a joke as you fought. Young il, coming up behind you, reaching over your head for that bottle.

“Thanks Young-“ you reached for it before he threw it up to Gi-Hun engaging you in a game of Monkey in the Middle. “Come on guys!” You pouted.

“What, bunny? You gonna cry?” Young il teased.

“No, stupid head.” You spit back.

“Me? A stupid head? No way” he poked you as you reached for your water bottle, jumping as high as you could but not being able to reach.

“Hey, look at that stupid girl!” The purple haired guy snickered from behind you with his idiot friend. “Can’t even reach her water bottle” he walked closer to you.

“Leave me alone moron” you say before turning back to Gi-Hun for your water bottle. Thanos grabbed your arm, spinning you around.

“What did you say? Bitch?” He asked, his breath dusting your face. You cringed.

“I called you a moron.” You say as you reach for your nose. “Also, your breath smells so awful, back up like, 10 feet so i can actually breathe” you say, sass lacing your voice. He cocked his arm back, Gi-Hun and Young il stepping to be in front of you. You stuck your tongue out at Thanos from behind the two men in front of him.

“What’s up, freaks?” Thanos laughs as the two men looked at him with stoic expressions.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Putting your hands on her like that” Gi-hun asks.

“I’m just messing with her” he tries to play off.

“Didn’t look like playing to me” Young il says calmly.

“Well- i just- i mean “ Thanos stuttered over his words.

“Let me make this easy for you, since you seem to not have a brain” Gi-Hun begins. “If you put your hands on her again`, i swear, you’ll have a worse punishment than being shot” Gi-Hun threatened in a low voice. Before anyone had a chance to say another word, Young il punched him in the face.

“Get the fuck out of here” Young il shouted heatedly, kicking him in the stomach making him fall.

“Yeah get the fuck out” Gi-Hun pointed past him as he scooted backwards before standing and running off. You ran to the aid of Young il, grabbing his hand and inspecting it.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? How’s your hand?” You ask rapidly. You ripped off your jacket, wrapping it around his fist. He smiled softly. He removed it, handing your jacket back to you.

“Yes, I’m okay. No, I’m not hurt” he chuckles lightly at your pressing concern.

“(Y/n), you know he’s a grown man right-“ you slapped Gi-Huns chest shutting him up.

“I didn’t see you punch him, Big brother” you rolled your eyes. You led Young il back to your bed.

You guys were beginning to barricade your side, predicting that they were going to start a fight in the middle of the night. Without some push back, Young il agreed to let Gi-Hun take the first shift.

“You know, you’re so beautiful (y/n)” Young il said as he brushed hair from your face. You giggled. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious” he gave a smile.

“Because, I dunno, I just like hearing you say my name” you giggled shyly.

“(Y/n), (y/n), (y/n)” he said quickly, tickling you gently making you burst out in laughter. He shushed you gently, laughing himself. “Shhhh, you’re gonna wake people up, and Gi-Huns gonna come over here worrying, and get mad that we’re all cuddled up together.”

“Oh shut up, he’s just my brother.” You say, lightly pushing him.

“I dont knowww” he trailed. “He did tell a guy he’d kill him if he touched you again”

“Well, that only applies to that one guy” you say looking at his lips. “You’re an exception.”

“Oh am i?” He says grinning as he pulled you closer to him. His lips just inches from yours.

“Yeah, you are” you tell him before he gently attached him lips to yours. You smile into the kiss as you feel his hand sneak itself under your shirt and around to your back to rub your it. You copied his motion as you rubbed his chest. He didn’t look fit in that baggy sweat suit, but you were tracing his abs gently. He smiled as your hand laced in his hair as he shifted to get more on top of you. Your light moans as you kissed were setting him on fire. He got off of you.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just… getting excited” he says shyly. You laughed, cupping his face.

“It’s okay, pretty boy.” You say. “ I think it’s supposed to get easier to get excited when you’re kissing a girl you really like.” You kiss him.

“Mmm like?”

“Yeah?” You reply confused.

“I was thinking love” he shrugs.

“Love is perfect.” You cut him off. Kissing him one last time before curling into his chest to sleep. His wrapped his arms around you, sighing with content.

“I love you” he declares aloud.

“I love you” you return.

“Too?” He inquires.

“No, the word ‘too’ means in addition, or also. I love you.” You tell him with a yawn. He opened his mouth making a quiet ‘oh’ motion.

“Well then, love is love. I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you more” you return, grinning. He smiled as he laid down. Letting sleep overcome him.

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simping-overload · 11 months ago

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ᴀ ᴛɪᴇꜰʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴀɪʟ - ᴄʟᴏᴛʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɪʟ (ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ)

a/n: a tieflings tail is a 10+ chapter series involving bg3 men and a variety of scenarios with tiefling tavs tail

tags: gn tav, tailor astarion, fluff, 531 words

synopsis: Astarion makes you a sleeve for your tail to keep it warm during the winter months.

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Over the course of your adventures with your ever-growing group, Astarion appointed himself as the tailor. Stitching together any holes and tears, he’d find in someone’s clothing.

According to him, he refuses to allow himself to be seen with people who look like disgusting hobos.

He’s mainly self-taught, but after Halsin joined the party, he’s learning from him as well. Halsin himself was taught by his mother and, along the way, picked up more unconventional tricks when he looked after the children of the Emerald Grove.

You are his test dummy to try his newly found tricks on. Though, not only because you’re his lover, but because you’re usually the one who ends up with the most tears and holes in your clothes.

Just as you were now, standing in Astarions’ tent as he patches up your clothing. Some are from old tears, and others are from completely new ones in different places.

Astarion, per usual, grumbles out his disappointments. “By the gods’ love, can you ever just not rip your clothes to shreds anytime you leave camp?”

You suppress your shrug, wanting to avoid getting jabbed with a needle again. “Sorry, Star, we both know that isn’t possible.”

Astarion scoffs, rolling his eyes as he completes the last stitch. Stepping back, he tugs on the fabric, making sure his stitches are secure, and hopefully won’t be teared for at least another few weeks.

It doesn’t seem he’s done as when he stepped away to rummage through his belongings. You stay in your spot, tail curling in curiosity. He turns back around with a long piece of cloth in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“I’m not sure what to name it but, it’s for your tail. Since winter is nearing, I wanted to make you something for your tail. Just to keep you warm.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t need one. Since you're a Tiefling, your body heat was more than enough to keep you warm during the winter months.

“Thank you, Star.”

He hummed in response, pulling the long sleeve up your tail and fastens so it won’t fall off. He left a small hole in the end for the tip of your tail to poke out, since you’ve told him before you don’t like that part of your tail being surrounded by anything since it’s the most sensitive there.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t look bad at all. The color compliments your skin tone. Twirling and moving your tail around, you get a feel for it. It’s quite comfortable against your skin and were you more susceptible to the cold, you’d for sure be able to keep warm with this.

You hop down from the stool, turning to Astarion. “I like this a lot, love and rest assured I will keep it intact.”

Astarion snorts, grabbing your hand and pulls you to him. “You better, or I’ll make sure you wake up bloodless the next morning, hm?” He teases.

You fake an offended gasp. “You wouldn’t dare.” Leaning down, you press your forehead against his.

“Oh, love, but I would.” He giggles and places a soft kiss on your lips.

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 6 months ago

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technical guide and example scenario to kissing with a tongue piercing

this started as a shitpost style warmup/hc and then spiraled into a fic which spiraled into a style experiment. p much everything is deliberate except for the lowercase because i don’t believe in capitalization on my phone. now here’s a pretentious makeout scene where neither reader nor claude get the big 4k 120fps big picture at all

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, requited unrequited pining, oral fixation, making out, implied sexual/suggestive content, yeah i guess claude comes across as a sub here idk i didn’t really consider those dynamics much for this fic but if that means something to you then power to you

⚠ claude and reader jokingly call each other whores

⚠ implied piercing kink, hand/mouth play

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

reader: what’s it like to make out with a tongue piercing

claude: huh

good?? question??? he isn’t a prude but he doesn’t kiss and tell either. that shit stays locked up. he’s a private person no matter how much he likes the one asking questions. unfortunately

claude: why do you ask?

but he does like the person asking the questions. regret courses through him the second he says it aloud.

reader: just curious

reader: it’s just a stud so sometimes i forget you have one but when you’re kissing it’s hard to not notice isn’t it

claude: it could be

reader: can you stick your tongue out?

claude: [he does so]

regret! regret! regret! it’s turned to a flood washing over his thoughts. he chides himself. why are you so obedient, claude, why are you so eager to please, and for the love of god quit thinking like that before you get any ideas!

great. now there’s a nasty little thing called hope twisting through his brain and making it feel emptier than usual.

reader: i guess you’d have to be pretty into it to feel it

claude: [closes his mouth.] i guess

reader: so what’s it like?

reader: kissing, i mean

claude: that’s just your lips so it’s whatever

reader: no, dummy, i mean with tongue

claude: it’s just making out

claude: even i forget it’s there

reader: there’s no difference at all?

claude: woah woah woah woah i didn’t say that

reader: so you do notice it?

claude: well i don't but other people do

reader: is it good?

claude: i hope

claude: i mean

claude: well i don't think it's bad and no one's told me it's bad and i'm not bad [he thinks]

claude: so it's probably good. but i wouldn't know

reader: i should have guessed

claude: [a little.] yeah

claude: i mean

claude: yeah

he feels like he went outside in only boxers and got roped into an all-day affair. admitting things is already too much exposure. there’s so much he wants to say but it’ll take up all the space, ruin the mood. true feelings tend to come out clumsy according to claude.

the shred of hope lingers.

claude: i guess

claude: it’s smooth?

claude: because it’s so small?

claude: and the metal is just like that?

reader: [understanding, theorization]

claude: if it was a hoop it would be different

claude: but it’s not

claude: [unelegantly.] so it’s not

reader: i’m going to ask something stupid

claude: [gets a grip.] hey, i’m stupid

reader: no you aren’t

reader: i wonder what it feels like

claude: is this the question

reader: now it is

reader: can i try?

claude: getting a tongue piercing?

reader: no, kissing you

claude: [a brief sound]

claude: me?

reader: yeah

reader: i want to know how it feels

reader: i won’t be weird i promise

reader: and if not that’s cool

reader: i shouldn’t have brought it up i don’t want to make you feel weird or anything

reader: but i’m

reader: really curious

this is a bad time for his mouth to go dry. claude presses his lips together, only to pry them apart after remembering your request. he needs a swift bonk to the head. cold shower. 50,000 years of solitude. fuck he needs to stop thinking about this.

or keep thinking about this. it’s the best chance he’s got. it hurts his heart thinking about it. it’s indulgence. he can’t let himself pretend but he can’t let go of it either

claude: how are we doing this

reader: i guess we could try kissing first

claude: like frenching or

reader: lips first?

claude: oh right right

aaaaaaaaaa.

he feels giddy and heartbroken. and anxious. and it’s over before he really figured it out

claude: wait

why are lips so malleable? why do the tiniest presses make him feel so? so? giddy-heartbroken-anxious-dirty. this is out of order. friends don’t kiss friends with tension like this. but they are now.

reader: we forgot about the piercing

claude: right

reader: i guess that was a warmup. ha-ha

claude: yeah

claude: here goes nothing

reader: you’re such a dork—

he knows. he could always use the reminder. not now though. instead he refamiliarizes himself with lip on lip, slightly ajar, then rising. a gap between for hot breath to escape. the air grazes the slope of his cheek.

reader: mmh—

anxiety and dirtiness outweigh the other two, and the latter more than the former. he’s kissed before. reader has too. it doesn’t have to mean anything. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he repeats the thought but the message gets lost along the way.

claude: —.

reader nips so claude opens more. predictably so. and traitorously fervent. doesn’t mean nothing. his heart begs for some honesty but he can’t speak, mouth’s a little busy at the moment, not a great time to talk about feelings and whatever. he’d like to but, you know, clumsy words

clumsy tongues

the one over the bite, he means; warmth follows the lick at the tip of your tongue and down his throat and straight to his belly

claude:

you make yourself right at home. the breath is interrupted before it grazes his cheek because your hands rest there instead. claude follows your movements, shadowing as you explore, marking the depths before lulling at the entrance

reader: stay still

claude:

reader:

dammit, obedience, like a subservient dog. trembling like one while reader reenters. he nearly forgot the whole reason they were doing this until it prodded at the soft tip of his tongue.

claude: []

he’d nearly ignored the instruction. he tries not to think of it as a command, not while you trail up his tongue. little swirls that set him at ease and on fire. down onto the central. the answer at the top of the stud.

do NOT hit teeth, claude clawmark. do not hit teeth. he knows how it’s done but it’s so over if he messes up with you. fuck, this is wrong. you can’t be this hot and claude is so going to hell after this.

the metal preserves body heat but it tends to feel cooler to unfamiliar tongues. it’s important to be gentle with this. he licks low and languid, beginning a rhythm. simple circles. shouldn’t be difficult for you to predict the bead. god. what is his life

his laps are simple enough to pick up on. you lay your tongue on his in different positions to feel the stud. at this point claude’s done trying to analyze. his notes are minimal: sometimes you’re flat on his and that’s a strange feeling. the tip seems to have no effect on you, but it hits the space usually glossed over because of the metal so that’s exciting. when you press the sensitive side to the stud, you twitch back, and claude’s urge to chase rears its head.

reader: .

the challenge is taken. and now that the rhythm’s established claude speeds up. the sensation helps filter out the thought that this is an error. not on your part, of course, you’re just curious. that’s exactly why he should have denied: this is never going to happen again and he’s never going to admit how tragic that is.

but you nudge the piercing more, and the pressure makes his heart lurch.

he tilts your chin to his in a moment of surrender.

you play him like a damn instrument. his throat is full of lava boiling over with your touch, each hungrier than the last. the shivers just give you more openings to eat him up

claude: [needs to breathe.] hold on

reader: nngh?

claude: gotta

claude: gotta breathe

claude: christ,

claude: you’re shameless

reader: [between kisses at the corner of claude’s mouth.] yeah, i’m the whore here,

reader: said the guy with a tongue piercing

claude: hey since when are tongue piercings a whore thing

reader: since you kissed me like one

he’d been extremely polite, what the hell. at least, polite compared to what he really wants. still. you’re the one kissing me even when we aren’t using tongue, he thinks. the emotion behind it is unrecognizable.

yet you hum with muffled laughter as you kiss him. for not the first time it registers that he likes making you smile, even at his expense

he likes you but that’s never been a revelation.

and he quite likes how this feels when he tells his conscience to shut the hell up already. he takes your hand

reader: [with curiosity. you'd call it unrecognizable too]

thoughtlessly he holds it to his lips

claude: this is what it feels like when you touch it

the piercing, indeed, feels smooth on your fingertips as it rolls by the pads. his tongue lingers not far behind. those fingers twitch at the blend of tongue and lip; one of them sweetly curls at the stud. it’s always been easy to forget that the piercing is there but especially now as the plush of his lips closes. open-mouthed kisses become closed, leaving the true motions of his tongue—and the piercing, and the finger coiled beside it—they're obscured.

reader: [does it matter?]

reader: [Do the stage directions matter?]

claude: [looks up]

he quite likes the sight too

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✧. ┊ ⁭masterpost ✧. ┊ ⁭kofi

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brain-amoeba · 2 years ago

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i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #scenarios #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #dell conagher #mick mundy #tavish degroot #anon #requests

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screeching-bunny · 2 years ago

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hello my pretty ligma <3

may I please order my Yandere! Jock? I was thinking if this scenario about their anniversary with reader basically picks him up from his place, brings a bouquet of tulips, and proceeds to take him to a candle light dinner. with them going to star gazing after! I really want to see his pov while all these happens. 🤭

please there is no pressure if you will not able to get it!!

thank you, pretty girl <3

Yandere! Jock Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: Okay, first off 🗣️ LIGMA BALLS!!! Moving on now.

Yandere! Jock has been sulking for the entire day. Lately you’ve been so distant from him and he couldn’t figure out why. It seemed like you’ve been avoiding him and it didn’t help that today was your one year anniversary. When he tried to approach you to give you your gift, you would make an excuse to leave before he even got to hand them to you. Everytime he texted you to meet up with him, you would respond with a “I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later.” Just what was so important that you could ignore him and forget your guy’s anniversary!!!

He honestly was praying that it wasn’t a guy taking up your attention. He didn’t want to eliminate someone so soon again. After getting a text from you stating that he shouldn’t wait up for you because you’ll be going home before the school day is fully over. He was honestly so annoyed right now and decided to just go to practice to cool off before seeing you. His poor teammates were too scared to get near him. He was honestly so aggressive that one step near him could cause them to possibly go to the ER. They could only do nothing but pray that you would talk to him and cause his anger to disperse. One day without you by his side causes hell for them.

After that, he decided to just go straight to your house after school. Quickly going over there, he knocks frantically on your door only for it to be your dad. Who came over for a visit. When he asked about you, your father simply stated that you weren’t home and said that you hadn’t been back for awhile now. Your dad just figured that you were with Yandere! Jock this entire time.

Yandere! Jock seriously wanted to cry. Why would you lie to him and why have you been so secretive lately?! He honestly regrets not putting a tracker on your phone, he just wants to know where you are!! Feeling hopeless he decides to just go home and pretend to be dead on his bed. His thoughts are just constantly filled with you and each image of your face in his head makes his heart squeeze. This was honestly the worst anniversary ever. He didn’t even care if the two of you didn’t go anywhere, just being with you filled him up with so much joy. He really does miss you right now.

Just then, he got a text message from you which said “Look out your window.” With that, he rushed over and peered over only to see nothing? Quickly, another message was delivered, “The other one dummy.” Looking outside in his lawn he got to behold the sight of you. Excited, he quickly made his way out of his room and out towards you. Where he was then presented a bouquet of tulips. “You didn’t think I forgot our anniversary did you?” He felt so dumb and giddy right now, how could he have doubted you in the first place? With a kiss on the lip, the two of you hopped into your car and drove to your house.

Yandere! Jock was a little confused as to why you took him here in the first place. I mean couldn’t you just have just texted him to come over? He’d be there in a heartbeat. He didn’t mind this of course, he’d definitely enjoy a Netflix and chill situation. Entering your home and into your garden he was then greeted by the sight of a candle light dinner. He was just so touched and couldn’t believe what was happening! “I tried my best to cook us a meal. It might not taste the best but I hope you like it.” Are you kidding me! Even if you served him a block of cheese, he would treat it as if it were the most scrumptious meal he’d ever tasted.

Yandere! Jock gobbled and ate that shit up. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he’d been starving for the past couple of days. The entire time he had a look of contentment and happiness on his face. He full heartedly and honestly believed that this was the best meal he had ever had in his entire life. “Don’t the stars look lovely tonight.” you ask as you look up at the sky. That night he couldn’t help but not take his eyes off of you. Although there were many bright stars that night, he believed that the brightest one shined right next to him. Without even looking at the sky he said lovingly,

“Yeah. Just look at them glow.”

Asks 2

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere jock #yandere oc #gn reader

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in1-nutshell · 8 months ago

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Moon streaker snapping and now everythings on fire

I have been waiting for this moment!

I have had several scenarios for this and just had to randomly pick one because I wanted to write them all.

Hope you enjoy!

Moonstreaker snaps

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Angst, Familial, Mention of injuries, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Moonstreaker was at Swerve’s talking to the bartender when the alarms sounded.

The alarm for an alien invasion.

As much as she wanted to stay with Swerve, she knew she was needed elsewhere on the ship.

Giving Swerve one last look and a reassuring smile, Moonstreaker ran out of the bar with a couple of bots behind her ready to go.

Getting used as hostage was something that she wasn’t too familiar with. Usually, she was the one who was doing the rescuing, not the other way around.

Even more embarrassing, she was tricked into coming on board the opposite ship after hearing cries for help, only to get knocked out with a pip to the helm.

The space pirates were now back on the ship and actively flying away from the Lost Light.

Moonstreaker glared at each one of the pirates as they spat and slapped her across the face.

The space captain walks in front of Moonstreaker and yanks her up by her chains.

The Bot can only glare at the captain.

“Aw, what’s with the glare little Autobot?”--Captain

She doesn’t respond.

“Fine, be that way. Soon we’ll be rolling in thousands of shanix after we get that transmission working. And, well, we’d defiantly get a lot more if you start pleading for your life.”--Captain

Moonstreaker spits some of the energon from her mouth into his face.

The captain throws her back into the ground and steps on her chassis.

Moonstreaker grunts at the sudden weight before getting kicked into some of the crewmate’s arms.

Wiping his face, the captain turns to the crew.

“Keep an eye on her. The little toaster is a feisty one she is.”--Captain

Meanwhile the captain was setting up the transmission, some of the pirates began talking about pillaging and getting rid of some of the bots on board.

One of them mentioned the captain of the ship.

She tensed hearing some of the details.

Her frame started feeling warmer than usual, but she brushed it off as her system being out of whack after all the beating to the helm.

Unfortunately, they noticed.

The nearest guard grabbed Moonstreaker by the back of her helm.

“Oh? Did we strike a nerve, you overgrown toaster? What? You didn’t like what we were saying? Huh? HUH!”—Crewmate 1

The guard slams her helm repeatedly into the wall next to her.

One of the guards stops him.

“Careful you dummy! You’re gonna damage the fuel tank with another hit like that.”—Crewmate 2

The guard holding her helm dropped her in front of the fuel tank in a crumpled heap.

Part of Moonstreaker’s helm was thoroughly soaked with energon.

Part of her vision color pink and the other is seeing double the amount of guards than before.

“Yeah, but that’s nothing compared to what I’M gonna do to the pipsqueak who shot my knee!”—Crewmate 1

The guard shows the bandaged knee to his friends.

“I swear, when I get my hands on that little red bot I’m gonna—”—Crewmate 1

“You…”--Moonstreaker

The guards turn back to Moonstreaker, who was shakingly trying to sit back up.

“Will Not…”--Moonstreaker

She nearly falls again but leans more against the fuel tank’s wall.

“Touch…”--Moonstreaker

She is now sitting on her knees, optics blazing with anger.

“Him… or anyone on that ship… that… I promise.”--Moonstreaker

Meanwhile on the Lost Light…

The pirate’s transmission had just been connected.

Rodimus glares daggers at the smug face of the captain.

“Why, hello—”--Captain

“Where’s Moonstreaker!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus, please, calm down.”--Magnus

Rodimus shoots daggers at Magnus.

“Roddy, you’re going to set something on fire if you don’t calm down.”--Drift

Rodimus looks down at his literal smoldering servos and tries to calm down.

“Where’s our crewmate?”--Megatron

The captain was about to talk when it was interrupted by screaming.

“What in the—”--Captain

“Admiral! What in the blazes is—”--Captain

“FIRE! FIRE NEAR THE FUEL TANKS! FIRE NEAR THE—”--Crewmate

BOO—BBBBBEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!

Magnus and Megatron had never seen the look of horror that fell across Rodimus’s face when the transmission abruptly ended.

Drift had to drag him back to his chair before he fell to the ground and called Ratchet in.

The Co-captain hadn’t made any movement or sound.

Just clutching his chassis with a shaking servo.

Magnus and Megatron took charge while Ratchet were checking on Rodimus.

It didn’t take long for the Lost Light to find the pirate’s ship.

Not when they could see where the fiery blast came from.

The ship makes it to the location in record time.

Except there was no ship.

Or one intact at least.

It was just burnt pieces of wreckage and parts floating around.

And one Autobot’s frame floating limply amongst it.

A team was sent out to get Moonstreaker’s body.

Rodimus wanted to go but was ruled out when he nearly collapsed again trying to stand up.

Ratchet ran to the med bay hearing over the coms that Moonstreaker was still alive.

Rodimus nearly bursted out of the room if Drift hadn’t talked him into waiting.

What good was he in the medbay if she was in critical condition?

The news of Moonstreaker’s return to the Lost Light quickly spread like wildfire.

More specifically, to a red minibot how looked like he was going to cry at any moment.

Swerve cursed and cursed for being small and having the others hold him back from running to the med bay.

He already felt awful for not doing more in the invasion and then hearing that Moonstreaker had been kidnapped by them.

Skids and some of the others helped close the bar early for Swerve.

The moment that Ratchet had given the clear for visitors after getting her stable, Rodimus and Swerve were one in line.

Swerve was in the room when Moonstreaker woke up.

Moonstreaker slowly opens her optics to see a surprised Swerve.

“’werve?”—Moonstreaker

The minibot gasps and the tears start rolling down his face.

“Moonie!”--Swerve

She winces at the sudden noise.

“Oh, Primus sorry!”--Swerve

Moonstreaker smiles at him, tears and all.

She carefully wipes them.

Swerve cries even harder holding both of his servos on the servo on his cheek.

“How? Where is—”—Moonstreaker

Harsh pede steps start getting louder.

Swerve instinctively holds her servo tighter.

“Rodimus calm down!”--Velocity

BANG!

Rodimus suddenly appears in front of the pair looking just as shocked Swerve had been.

Swerve slowly puts her servo back down, much to the pairs want.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Nice to see you online and all Moonie.”--Swerve

Moonstreaker has her servo extended a bit longer as Swerve leaves the med bay.

Rodimus takes her servo and lets out a vent of relief before the tears start prickling.

She squeezes her brother’s servo in comfort.

“Hey Roddy.”--Moonstreaker

He smiles letting a couple of stray tears fall.

“Hey Moonie.”--Rodimus

#moonstreaker #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #mtmte x reader #mtmte x platonic reader #mtmte rodimus #mtmte rodimus x platonic reader #mtmte swerve #mtmte swerve x reader

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mezzy-1 · 1 year ago

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Training With Valorant (Valorant X Reader// Part 2)

Name: Y/N

Class: Radiant

Callsign - Nomad

You and Valorant had a bit of a rocky start, but once you joined up with them they quickly became a second family to you. The ability you had, control of radiant energy and even transforming yourself into it, came in handy for the protocol. The only issue was you needed some training to better fit with the team.

(If you like it, follow for Part 3!)

(This from Infamous Second Son)

Harbor

Sun rays crept in to the cafeteria as you and some of the other agents sat around eating breakfast, chatting, and prepping for the day

Harbor came in and sat across from you, squeezing in next to Gekko. Giving Gekko a quick greeting, he turned to you

“Y/N, you and I are going on a mission in a couple of days. We should meet up and go over some strategies when we have some time.”

“Sure, I have some time in the afternoon.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you in the shooting range for some drills.”

When you entered the commons, Harbor was already waiting to take you to the training range. He and you walked into the portal to the Range, and found yourselves in the plaza

You looked down at the dizzying height, but felt a strong hand grab your shoulder

“Don’t look down Y/N, besides, your training is over here.”

Harbor led you to a building that had been modified into a shooting range. He tossed you a pair of earbuds and handed you a rifle

“I’m going to start up the bots Y/N. Aim for their heads and do your best!” he smiled

A few moments later a training dummy appeared, and you got to work

Your initial shots were alright, landing on its head before it was replaced by more copies of itself

Matching the speed at which they appeared, you targeted them with as much precision as you could

Then you missed

And started to miss more and more

Once the training had finished, you weren’t satisfied with your score. Harbor returned to you pacing angrily

“I take it you feel like you could’ve done better?”

“Yes, I was doing so well at the start but I started missing.”

“That’s normal Y/N, you probably got overwhelmed and couldn’t concentrate. It happens to the best of us.”

“I’ve never seen it happen to you though.”

“Well I do have years of experience, but I can give you some tips. Have something you can concentrate on to stay focused.”

“Like what? We’re going to be in the middle of a gunfight.”

“Personally, I start to focus on my breathing. It makes it easier to ground myself, let’s run through it together.”

Harbor sat you down and began to run through breathing exercises with you. When you closed your eyes and inhaled, it helped a lot of the doubt go away

“Let’s see what you can do now Nomad.” Harbor handed you a Vandal with a fresh magazine loaded in

The second time was a lot better, even with Harbor watching. He would offer praise when you kept up with the bots appearing or took a moment to breathe

“Excellent work Y/N! I think you’re even better than Gekko, but don’t let him know I said that.” Harbor pointed at your score

“The breathing helped, I’m glad you shared it with me. But do you really think I’m going to be ready for missions?”

“There’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re ready, Y/N.”

Viper

“Nomad, you and I are going to do some training together.” Viper caught you off guard during your morning routine

“So does that mean we’re going to the gym then?” you asked innocently

“No, we’re going to Venice,” she passed you a defuser, “you’re going to learn how to behave on a mission.”

You met with Viper ahead of time at the portal. You had learned she responded well to people being punctual

She put the notebook she was writing in back in the pocket of her lab coat and activated the portal

You stepped through and found Viper had set up a training scenario where you would have to defuse a Spike

“So all I have to do is put this up to the Spike and push the button right?”

“Yes, but it won’t be that easy Y/N.”

“Well I’m just going up against bots right? You’re here to watch.”

Viper smiled and removed her lab coat, revealing she had been wearing her suit underneath

“You have a minute before I plant it, after that you have about 45 seconds to defuse it. I won’t go easy on you either, so don’t hold back.”

She disappeared into the ruins of the building as you gathered the guns she left for you. A single Frenzy and a Marshal.

The sound of a digital alert gave you a startle as the training began

You paced along the wall with the Frenzy drawn, noticing that the Spike’s beeping was growing closer

A shotgun blasted the wall in front of you, sending you back along the hallway. A bot was just around the corner to enter the main room

You sparked radiant power through your hand and rounded the corner. You sent a barrage of energy through its core

Before you could react, a green wall of mist cut your vision of the rest of the space. Viper had bisected the room, and bots began to close in

Two, armed with Bulldogs, approached you while letting bullets loose at you. Thinking quickly, you dove for cover

“You only have 30 seconds now Y/N,” Viper’s voice echoed, “What are you going to do?”

It was too much, you were going to lose and it was eating you up inside

“Don’t let me down Y/N.” Viper taunted

You weren’t going to disappoint her, and readied another charge of energy

This time you aimed it downward, and sent a wave pulsing through the ground. It erupted at the feet of the bots, and suspended them in the air

You pulled your Marshall and put them down

Viper sat behind the wall, watching the Spike with a shotgun ready. Her Toxin Orb was ready and cloaking her presence

A foot stepped inside the cloud and Viper readied a shot

You knew she had to be watching the Spike but knew she would stay away from the open because you had your rifle

Then the obvious hit you

You unleashed a blast of energy towards the Spike and blew Viper into the wall she was skulking by

You jumped up to the Spike and began defusing it. Viper shakily got up to her feet and reached for the shotgun

She aimed directly at you, and seeing as you had a single second left to defuse the Spike you accepted your fate

The Spike deactivated

“You were willing to die to defuse it Y/N, I admire that.” Viper emptied the shells and grabbed the Spike

“I think that you’re ready to work with me, but don’t take risks like that. I don’t want to explain to Brimstone that the newest agent got themselves killed.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, if you’re backing me up then I don’t think I’ll have to take those kinds of risks.”

Deadlock

“Y/N, we are going to do some training together to see if you can handle using your abilities with the rest of us.”

Deadlock approached you after the morning meeting before the agents shuffled off to their respective posts

“I thought I was supposed to train with Astra?” you asked

“Brimstone thought it would be better if we worked together. Something about wanting Radiants and non-Radiants to train together.”

It was true, Brimstone had been pushing for the Radiant agents to rely less on raw power and for the humans to better counter Radiant abilities

Deadlock had been averse to some of the Radiant agents, not unfriendly but always on edge when more powerful agents were active

The exception was you, but you were never sure if she was being kind or if she was keeping an eye on you to learn weaknesses

You lost yourself in thought as you adjusted your gear and dressed for training. The protocol had given you free reign to pick tactical wear but let you maintain your style

“Are you ready?” a voice asked from behind. You nodded to Deadlock before being led by her

“Deadlock, where are we going? The gym is back there.” you pointed as she took you to the portal

You both found yourselves in the ruins of Venice. Deadlock gave you a second to acquaint yourself

“We’re so high up…” you muttered to yourself. Wind whipped around you and cold from the altitude gave you a slight chill

“I prefer it to the headquarters, now we should begin.” Deadlock adjusted her coat and pointed at a ruined cathedral

“This will be simple Y/N, just defuse the spike before it goes off.” Deadlock passed you a defuser, “but remember you’re coming to me. I won’t make it easy.”

You loaded a Sheriff and Judge, then made your way through the buildings towards the church

You could almost hear the beeping of the Spike before a bullet flew past you. Bots had been placed in the surrounding building

It was a straight road to the cathedral, but the buildings had nests of bots hiding and firing from windows

As you backed into cover inside a ruined shop you caught a look at something small against the north wall. A sonic sensor

Deadlock was counting on you backing away, and probably had the bots ready to come in the second the sensor was tripped. It gave a you an idea

Radiant power coursed through you, and you let out a blast to trigger the sensor. It blew up, and you moved to the second floor

Bots swarmed into the shop, a crew of three holding rifles. Their programming told them to target movement but they had no visible targets

In an instant, you punched the second floor downward, flattening the bots under the ceiling

You stood on the concrete chunk and looked down at the crushed remains as they sparked. Only one bot had escaped but a single shell put it out of commision

“Not bad Y/N, but to PREDICTABLE!” Deadlock yelled as her Annihilation wire bounced from the cathedral to your cover

In an instant fibers cocooned whatever they could, constricting around any purchase. Once complete they spooled back towards Deadlock

“I thought you would have done better Y/-” Deadlock realized she had made a crucial error

You had switched places with the bot you hit with the Judge. Deadlock barely had enough time to react before a geyser of radiant power suspended her in the air

Taking you opportunity, you defused the Spike while she was stuck floating on the particles drifting around her

Once you had finished, you dropped her down gently and helped her regain her balance

“That was clever Y/N, I had expected you to fall for the Sensor but you turned it around for your benefit.”

“So do you think I can come with you on a mission then?”

“You can hold your own. I look forward to working as a team Y/N.”

Skye

“You’re getting along well ain’t ya?” Skye greeted you as you finished up training with the barbell curls Brimstone recommended for you

“It’s been an adjustment, but I like being here more than being on the run.” you answered

“Good to hear,” she picked the barbell and set it back without a second thought, “just so you know we have a training today. Just you and me!”

“Does that mean you guys are giving the test to see if I can cut it in the field?”

“Yeah, but you’ll ace it. Don’t expect me to go easy Y/N, or should I call you Nomad?”

Both of you met up but rather than going to Ascent or the Range, Skye took you outdoors to the island’s jungle

“I have here a Spike,” she pointed to a device she carried on her back with both thumbs, “you are gonna defuse it with this.” she passed you the defuser gun

“Well it doesn’t sound too difficult.” upon you saying this Skye smiled mischievously

“Don’t be so sure Y/N, I want to make sure you can handle yourself. Plus my tiger’s been itchin’ for something to play with.”

The beast appeared next to Skye with a wagging tail

You both put distance between each other and started the drill. You readied a Stinger and Classic, then made your way through the jungle

A heavy slam reverberated through the foliage, alerting you to the Spike being activated. You moved faster and came across a small stream

Bullets streaked by from the bushes. You frantically hid behind a boulder near the stream

Growls from the jungle and swift footsteps broke your concentration. The tasmanian tiger was on your trail

It was too much, the beast tracking you down would catch you in a moment and the bots would close in

No, you steadied yourself and took a breath. Skye said you would pass, and you weren’t going to let her down

You knew she was counting on you to stay in cover, which made you think about the boulder. Radiant energy gathered around you and suffused with your palm

A simple push, backed with the force of TNT, launched the boulder forward into the underbrush taking out bots and serving as moving cover

The tiger from Trailblazer was still active, and dashed towards you. It lunged across the stream

You pulled the trigger on the Stinger, bullets ripping the constructed animal apart. The open line of sight made it impossible for the beast to catch you off guard

Screeches cut through the air and you quickly covered your eyes. Hawks flew through the air and burst with light

You rushed through the trees towards the Spike while trying to keep from being flashed

Skye jumped out from near the Spike and took aim. You were ready, and shot back before she had the chance

She got knocked back, and you quickly acted to defuse the Spike. As soon as it went silent, you took a breath

“Nice work Y/N! I thought for sure I had you with the hawks but you surprised me!” Skye dusted herself off

“You said I would pass, I didn’t feel like proving you wrong.”

“Of course! Now we have a bit of a trek back but we can take a detour and hike a bit in celebration.”

“Sounds like a good idea!”

Cypher

You had finished up your morning chores when you got a message from your phone

Cypher was requesting that you meet him in his surveillance room, which was odd considering he rarely let people venture in

As soon as you reached the door, it opened up and the masked man invited you in warmly

“Ah Y/N, I have such great news for you!” he excitedly sat back in his chair and offered you a seat

“Why did I have to come here? You usually meet me or send me a file.”

“This is special, for our ears only too. Brimstone wants to test you in a couple of weeks to see if you’re ready, but I want to try sooner.”

“So we’re going behind Brim’s back and testing me now?”

“If you think you can beat me and defuse a Spike without backup.” Cypher narrowed his eyes and lounged back

“When can we start?”

About an hour later you were strapping the final piece of body armor on before putting the clothes you wore over it

Cypher had picked Ascent, or at least a floating island near it for training. There was a long path to a fountain, nearby there was a few market stalls

“Don’t let me down Y/N. I know you can do this but I am going to make sure you’re ready for deployment.” Cypher stepped back into the grounds and disappeared

You pulled a Phantom from its sling and started walking towards the sound of a Spike being planted

Stopping quickly, you spotted a trip wire and knelt down to see where it was anchored. You saw it was stuck to a crate at an angle, and destroyed the gadget

A dart struck your shoulder, and you swung around to try and spot Cypher’s camera. Bots began closing in from behind and you ran towards the fountain

A Cyber Cage blocked your path, surrounding you in static and holographic smoke

If you exited the cage Cypher could attack, he had stuck you with a dart and knew you were hiding. The bots would attack if you didn’t leave and had an easy line of sight

It was almost too much handle, but you knew Cypher had faith in you and that carried you through

He knew where you were, and so did the bots. You came up with a plan in record time and pulled the dart from your shoulder

You took a moment, and suffused your body with radiant power. Your body turned to pure energy and you phased through the ground

The bots fired at empty air, and Cypher was momentarily puzzled. He didn’t leave his cover and instead checked his camera

Behind, the fountain contorted and groaned. Cypher looked up and watched as the water inside the fountain stopped and came flowing out as steam

Your body was almost pure energy, boiling the water in the fountain wasn’t hard at all. You picked off the bots in the fog one by one

Cypher grinned beneath his mask and called out to you, trying to draw you out

You ignored him and went straight for the Spike, but you had forgotten about the alert noise it made when being defused

You worked quickly and as soon as you were defusing came face to face with Cypher’s Ghost aimed at your forehead

The man steadied his hand and then put it down

“You passed, even if you would’ve died after defusing it.” he motioned to the now inactive Spike

“I know, but at least you’ll be watching over me next time.” you picked up the Spike and set it on your back

“Y/N, I always keep an eye on you.”

Reyna

“Y/N, we’re going to put your skills to the test. I won’t hold anything back and you shouldn’t either.” Reyna had surprised you in the commons

“Is this the exam for going into missions?” you asked cautiously

“Si, I suppose so. Brimstone asked me personally to make sure you were ready.”

“I’m more than ready.”

“Such confidence Y/N. I’m going to enjoy making you swallow your words and your pride.”

Reyna was especially ruthless when she could get away with it, and Brimstone had just given her a pass

You and her met at the portal to the Range in the evening. The sunset over the floating islets was stunning, but Reyna quickly demanded your attention

“It’s simple. I have the Spike, you have the defuser. If you fail you die and if you succeed,” she paused to laugh, “you won’t last long enough to beat me.”

Reyna had settled on using the ruins of an old plaza as her proving ground. It was surrounded by columns and had a belltower at the far end

Your provided gear was the same as Reyna’s: a Vandal and a Classic

Taking a moment to chamber a round in the Classic, you psyched yourself up and started to approach the plaza

Glancing from the entrance to the plaza, you could see a few crates covered in tarp and the spike beneath the belltower

You began to move in when you realized it would be a horrible idea to attack head on. Reyna was counting on a fight to win, so you’d have to be smarter

Making your way around the side of the plaza, you climbed up the buildings to get a clear line of sight

Sure enough, there were bots hidden on the second floor of the buildings and in the belltower

You couldn’t spot Reyna, but knowing she’d be near the Spike kept you confident she wouldn’t be an issue

Aiming carefully, you shot the belltower bot in the head from your vantage point on the roof across from it

The other bots opened fire as you slid down the roof and took cover behind the pillars. You overloaded radiant power into your hand and blasted back a wave of energy

Bots flew through the air and crashed onto the ground where quick shots put them past their warranty

“Que impresiva Y/N, but you’ll find that I won’t be as easy to kill.” Reyna’s voice came from behind you

You ducked out of the way as bullets impacted the column. You ran across the plaza to the nearest crate and looked back

A searing purple eye dominated your sight. You realized Reyna had to be moving closer if she was covering the front with her Leer

Pain shot through your leg. Reyna had managed to wound your ankle with a well placed shot

It all made sense to you suddenly: she wanted to hunt you for as long as she could and wait out the Spike timer

This gave you an idea, and you fired in Reyna’s direction blindly to suppress her advance

Reyna hid behind a column, her violet eyes barely giving her position away. She caught sight of a trail of blood leading to the belltower

“Me pone desilusionado Y/N.” she remarked as she stepped into the tower. She noticed the trail leading to the side and fired as she rounded the corner

Instead of catching you off guard, the trail had led her directly into a trap. You had bled long enough to make trail but cauterized the wound with energy from your finger tip

“Sorry to disappoint, Reyna.” you said smugly before giving her a quick shot to her body armor

You finished up defusing the Spike walked back confidently to Reyna with the defuser and Spike in tow

“What did you say earlier about me and eating my words? I can’t seem to remember.” you playfully helped Reyna up

“As much as I want to say I went easy on you, I admit you did well.” Reyna adjusted her armor

“Good enough to pass?”

“Por cierto, yes.”

“Better than you?”

“Callate Y/N, don’t make me leave you all by yourself on our mission.”

Neon

“Hey Y/N!” Neon waved at you from across the commons before racing over to you

“So Brimstone put me on a mission with you and told me that I was supposed to help train you!” her foot tapped against the ground in nervous excitement

“What are we going to be doing together?” you asked

“You have to defuse a Spike without any help from the other agents.”

“Wait, then why are going to be there?”

“Because I’m going to be the one guarding the Spike. It’s going to be fun, but seriously do your best. I want you to come along on the next mission!”

Neon sprinted off to get ready and you took inventory of the challenge before you. You met with her about an hour later with your gear

You had picked your favorite loadout, a Vandal and a Sheriff. Neon had with her a Frenzy and a Bulldog

Both of you walked through the portal to the Range. As you exited into the floating islands, you looked out at the open sky

“Come on Y/N, we’ll have plenty of time to relax when we’re done.” Neon took you to a street dotted in rubble that crossed a now drained canal

A few gondolas were stranded up by the dock and the street had a few alleyways that intersected around it

Neon did some stretches before sending off some bots to go ready up. She walked up to you with

“Kaya mo yan Y/N!” Neon embraced you before dashing away

The Spike countdown started up, and you started your assault on the bomb site

Instantly, bots hidden near the alleys and near the riverbed started shooting, and you dove towards the nearest wall

As you rested, you heard the electrified steps of Neon approaching. You knew she would be aggressive but you hadn’t counted on how quickly she’d attack

She slid by and sprayed bullets from the automatic pistol she carried but you countered with your own barrage

Recovering as quickly as she attacked, Neon sped down an alley and broke line of sight

You took a breath and glanced over your shoulder, a few bots were approaching your position

Repositioning further towards the gondolas, you shot through the bots. Rushing steps and thundered down the alleys

Neon leapt from the alley and fired in your direction before running into the next alley. She sped around the backstreets and fired on you

It was overwhelming, and you alternated between suppressing fire at the bots before trying to dodge Neon’s attacks

Suddenly it was clear, she had picked the alleys because she could use hit and run tactics freely and keep you from taking ground

That gave you an idea

Neon came running towards you and got ready to pull the trigger on her Frenzy. She had just lunged out of the alley when she stopped suddenly

The bots were completely smashed and across the dock she could see the Spike. If the you hadn’t made it there, you had to be crossing the dried canal

She dashed into the riverbed and landed on the deep mud covering it. She looked around before unsticking her shoes

“Huh, where the hell is Y/N?” Neon wondered before you crawled from your hiding place

Taking aim at her from under a gondola, you made eye contact and she got ready to sprint

The muddy terrain didn’t let her run though, and she had fallen for your plan. You tagged her in the shoulder and climbed up towards the Spike

By the time Neon finished getting to the Spike, you were sitting comfortably with it on a stranded gondola

“You wanted me to get stuck in the mud, didn’t you Y/N.” Neon strode up to you and sat across

“Yeah, I know you’d chase me down there so I waited for you. Sorry you had to get your running shoes dirty though.”

“It’s okay, it’s a small price to pay for you passing the test!”

“I think we’ll make a good team, Neon.”

“Magkakasama tayo.” Neon nearly crushed you with an excited hug. Your hair stood on end the whole time

Iso

“It’s training day Y/N, gonna show us if you’re ready to do missions?” Iso asked while you were cleaning your gun

You finished adjusting the iron sights and checked the stability. You loaded a magazine in and loaded the chamber

“Iso, I’ve been ready to go all morning!” you smirked and took your gun with you

“You’re confident Y/N, but don’t let it go to your head. You need to be cool headed, you’re going to have to fight me to pass.” Iso readied his Sheriff

“Nobody told me I’d have to duel you, I thought it was just bots.”

“There’s also this,” he handed you a defuser, “you’re going to need to defuse a Spike without anyone’s help.”

It was a lot to do all at once, but you stomached your fear and joined Iso as he walked through the portal to the Range

As you walked out of the shimmering barrier, you saw that Iso had converted part of the shooting range

Instead of the usual building being for bots and target practice, he had added in walls and cover

Wooden planks, sandbags, and steel plating had been arranged to make an elaborate testing ground for your final exam

“You and I will fight here. Your mission is to defuse the Spike by any means necessary, so don’t hold back.”

“Understood.”

Iso began walking to his starting point and let you move to yours

“Good luck Y/N. Remember to stay focused.” Iso spoke as he put his headphones in

The weapon you brought with you was a Guardian and a Sheriff. You were going to have to aim carefully, just like Iso taught you

Lights in the Range switched on inside the building and beeping started from the other end

You made your way into the narrow corridors and jumped from cover to cover. Bots began to slink into the maze with you

One would tried to ambush you from behind while another jumped in front of you. Rolling to the side you tagged the first one with a Guardian shot

The second bot fell to your ability, and was thrown into the air with a whirl of energy. You shot it midair before moving on

A veil of purple hexagons passed through the wall closest to you, coating you in a violet glow

Shots punched through the wooden planks and you hid behind the steel portions of it. A bot stepped from the shadows during the onslaught and fired

A bullet grazed your cheek, but you shot back with greater accuracy. Its head exploded and you cleaned the blood from your face

You began to sneak forward, but your foot slid onto a lattice of glowing hexagons

Iso’s voice echoed throughout his pocket dimension

“It’s you or me Y/N, show me what you can do.”

The partitions were up, but you knew you had only a second before they dropped and you would have to fight

You could feel the sweat pooling around your hands, breathing begin to tighten, and heat flush your face

“Be cool headed.” you whispered, sticking to Iso’s advice

You dropped the Guardian and pulled your Sheriff. While waiting, you took a breath and got ready

The walls dropped and you and Iso fired simultaneously. For a single second, it felt like the bullets would collide

Your shot landed precisely in Iso’s sternum, and he released his hold on you. His shot had been too far off and only hit your leg

Limping over to the Spike, you unholstered a defuser and got to work. The Spike clicked and began to fold into itself

“That was a good shot Y/N.” Iso strode up behind you and leaned on a wall

“I had one of the best teachers.”

“Oh?”

“Your advice about being focused is why I was able to aim so well. I couldn’t have beaten you without your own advice.”

“I guess I’ll have to stop giving you pointers.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of things to correct me on when we start doing missions together.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate you, Y/N. I certainly won’t do it again.” Iso helped keep you steady as you made your way back to the headquarters

#valorant #valorant agents #valorant headcanons #valorant imagines #valorant neon #valorant deadlock #valorant viper #valorant harbor #valorant iso #valorant cypher #valorant x reader #valorant reyna #valorant skye #valorant x you #self insert #multiple part series

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createandconstruct · 3 months ago

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I had a hilarious thought and I want to share it with someone who would understand.

Have you seen that video of Rhett and Link testing that vest with airbags that’s supposed to protect older people from hurting themselves when they fall? Well…

Izuku’s suit, right? It went through development and testing and I’m assuming it has safety features.

You can see where I’m going with this.

There’s definitely a learning curve, and sometimes the safety features get activated at inopportune times. I can imagine Izuku and Bakugou finish taking down a villain and then are stopped to ask a few questions by the press and then all of a sudden WHAM. Delayed airbag activation.

No wait I'm literally dying. Because watching that video why do I imagine it being Kaminari and Kirishima. Cause you know when Izuku gets that suit it is PERFECT and that's only because it's been put through the ringer.

Imagine Mei being like "so I need a test dummy for the suit" and Katsuki's like "oh I got just the guys and they'll do it for free"

(All Might's standing there thinking why are we using real people at all????)

Cue Kaminari and Kirishima being recruited to throw themselves against walls and fall from ridiculous heights to test the safety features. Eventually after being thrown numerous extreme tests (scenarios there's no way even IZUKU will get into) they're like "UM BAKUGOU DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT OUR WELL BEING???"

Katuski barely looks up from his notes on the suit's progress, like "sorry you safety dummies say something? Go stand on the 18 story building again, we gotta run this one more time."

#asks #mha #bakugou katsuki #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou #izuku midoriya #all might #yagi toshinori

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uceyliyahh · 2 months ago

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3792

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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OMNISCIENT Yasmine was using the ropes to practice some new movements on the mat that was set up in the ring at the performance facility. When she noticed that he and Liv were talking to one other once more, she distanced herself from everyone, which caused her and Jey's relationship to deteriorate once more. She heard Liv laughing behind her as she saw her approach Yasmine just as she was ready to jump off the ropes.

"Well, well, if it ain't Miss little Yasmine," Liv remarked while Yasmine folded her arms across her chest and perched on the ropes.

Yasmine rolled her eyes at her while sighing, "What'chu want?" Her eyes watched Liv skipping around the ring.

"Oh, nothing, just putting it out there that Jey is my man now and not yours since you can't keep a man from putting their hands on you; I mean, what does Jey want with a broken girl like yourself?" Liv's words instantly broke her as she landed her feet on the ground after climbing down the ropes.

Liv winced in agony as she approached her and grabbed her by the hair.

As she left the performance area, Yasmine said, "Look here bitch, you don't know anything about my past with Melo, so I would advise you to keep your fucking mouth shut," and then violently pushed Liv to the ground.

She walked out the door, got into her car, and drove to the arena for tonight's smackdown with tears streaming down her cheeks. Going through the same pattern—the same pattern she had when she was with Carmelo—she felt like a moron once more, expecting that Jey wouldn't be like him, but she was mistaken once more.

The night he "confessed" his love for her after she did, when they were done making love to each other, Jey was in the shower, forgetting that his phone was right there. She heard his phone vibrate.

When she picked it up, she saw that Liv had texted him some freaky messages and some attachments, and she knew that she had made a mistake at some point and had forgiven him so easily.

That's when she had put his phone back to where it was putting on her clothes while heading back towards her hotel room, not even speaking to Jey about the matter.

Because she knew that he wasn't going to tell the truth.

✧˚° YASMINE I finally made it to the arena, turning off my car while opening the door and grabbing my bags before heading in. Ever since I saw those messages again on his phone, I have felt like a dummy, and I have flashbacks of when Carmelo did this to me.

My brother would've probably been pissed off if he had found out about what Jey had that did, even though they were homies; Jonathan could've warned me about Jey, honestly.

I guess that's what brothers are for, right? As I was walking towards my locker room, I saw him talking with his brother, probably about the segment they had for tonight.

I didn't look his way as I walked past them and toward my locker room, but I overheard something before I could open the door.

"Dawg, you need to stop hurting Yasmine. Do you know what Montez would do to you if he found out?"

"I'm not hurting her; she knows that we are only friends with benefits—"

"Stop denying the fact that you are in love with her, Jey; Liv doesn't have enough aura like she does as your big brother. I'm saying you need to fucking choose and grow a pair,"

I smirked while snickering a little bit before heading inside of my locker room and placing my bag on the couch while sitting down.

I was glad that his big brother Jonathan had more common sense than Jey, and I was happy that he was sticking up for me, knowing how dumb his brother was.

As I glanced up at the TV, Cole and Graves were discussing what had transpired at Crown Jewel and my victory in the final. I had to get ready for my speech on the subject tonight because I did have a part in the ring. In the meantime, I decided to prepare for my interview with Cathy about winning the championship.

After I finished getting ready, I walked out of my locker room with my belt over my waist as I went towards Cathy, seeing the cameraman over there.

Her eyes followed my direction as she smiled at me while giving me a hug in the process.

"Girl, you look honestly amazing tonight. So, how do you feel about doing that segment knowing Liv might be there to ruin it?" Cathy asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

"If I'm being honest with you, Cat, it's going to be difficult to keep things professional because she'll try to dig up something from my past that only I and my family know about," I said as she rubbed my arms.

"I think you'll handle it well out there, okay?" I nodded my head, feeling that sense of relief.

The cameras started to roll as me and Cathy got into our position for my interview.

✧˚° I was in the gorilla waiting for my music to cue while holding the women's championship over my shoulders when I saw Jonathan coming in.

"How are you holding up?" He asked.

"Mentally, I'm lost right now, but I'm pushing through it, you know," I replied.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jey. He's so fucking stupid sometimes I question his character, but I know you're a great person, Minks," that made me smile at him knowing how supportive Jonathan was along with Trin.

That's when my music began playing. I got back into character as I walked out, the gorilla, hearing the crowd cheering for me singing my song.

I blew kisses at them, signed their custom signs, and slapped their hands as I skipped down toward the ring. When I finally made it down to the ring, I got on top of the ropes, sitting on them.

I flipped over the ropes while grabbing my title and a mic that one of the workers gave me as my music went off.

I heard the crowd say I deserved it, which made my heart flutter, knowing how much I loved them dearly.

"Yes, I did. I did deserve it." I said.

"But honestly, though, I feel like there are some things that I need to get off my chest." Before I could finish my sentence, Liv's music started playing, and I sighed while rolling my eyes.

"Yasmine...honey... please, girl. The only thing you need to worry about is your mental health deteriorating, Hon," Liv said as she continued on.

"You see, everyone only likes you because you came from NXT without knowing your past, but I know your past, so I'm going to spill it out for everyone to hear in the arena." I felt a lump in my throat, praying in my head that I wouldn't get out of character about what she was going to say.

"Minks? Is that what they call you? Well, you're nothing but a broken girl who was in an abusive relationship with a man who didn't want anything to do with you, and now you're drafted here doing the same thing, trying to "find love" for a man who doesn't want you but wants me instead," She said while doing her annoying laughter.

"Especially what happened in that locker room and what he did to you,"

"Nobody back there shouldn't feel bad for you because you've honestly deserved it; no man wants to deal with a girl that can't even have a commitment or trust issues in the relationship just seems unlikely if you ask me," I kept myself together not wanting to bawl my eyes out in front of everyone.

"Jey doesn't even want you; you may be a pretty girl, but he's only using you for what he wants, and he always comes back to me," Liv said as she with a cocky smile on her face.

That's when I got up in her face along with the mic in my hand before speaking, "You're honestly a bitch digging up somebody's past when you can't keep a man yo' damn self. Whatever happened to Dom, huh? Did he leave you for Tiffany? So now you're trying to get a train run on you?" I remarked, catching her bluff.

"Next time you wanna speak on my past, how about you worry about yours instead bitch, instead of worrying about what I got going on with myself," that's she pushed me harshly, causing me to stumble back a bit as she tried to come up on me.

But I immediately dropped down to the floor as I gave her a spear, hearing a groan escape her lips.

"SPEAR! SPEAR! Yasmine just gave Liv Morgan a Spear!"

"Where did she learn that from?"

"USO!!!"

That's when I heard his music popping off, and I saw him running down the ramp, sliding inside the ring. Checking on Liv, forgetting about me, that's when I knew that he made his decision, knowing that this was all an act, but by the time this was over, he'd probably still be with her.

I just chuckled while rolling out from the ring, heading towards the gorilla. I felt this overwhelming emotion, seeing Jonathan still there watching the whole thing unfold. He saw me coming in the gorilla, so I ran up to him, giving him a tight hug, as my tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"It's okay Minks we are here for you, she had no right; no fucking right to expose that to the world," Jonathan reassured me as he kept patting me on the back.

I couldn't believe that everyone knows about what happened between me and Carmelo. It just really hurt, and what hurt the most was seeing him comfort her instead of me.

I pulled away from Jonathan, wiping the rest of my tears from my face, as he kept reassuring me.

I began to walk towards my locker until I felt Carmelo pull me by the wrist, slapping me across the face, which I held.

"You telling people about what happened in our relationship?! Now people are looking at me weirdly!" He lashed out at me.

"You're a horrible person, Melo! You literally fucking RAPED ME IN MY LOCKER ROOM AND EXPECT ME TO FORGET ABOUT THAT?!" I shouted back at him as I saw Jonathan and everyone else coming to see what was happening.

"MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T ACT LIKE A FUCKING BRAT, I WOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT TO YOU, BUT HEY, MAYBE YOU NEEDED THAT LESSON...." I had enough of hearing this shit I was going to walk up on him until I felt two pair of strong arms around my waist stopping me in my tracks.

When I turned around, I saw Jey behind me shaking his head, telling me it was not worth it to lose my job over Carmelo. I pushed him off of me, giving him a stern look.

"I-I don't need you to tell me that! I-I..." I was going to lose my mind as I began to run away to my locker room hearing Jey calling for me but I just ignored him.

I panicked and locked the door, packing my belongings and placing my title in the bag. As I exited my locker room, I zipped it up and put it over my shoulders.

When that happened, I heard him calling for me again. I heard his footsteps as I began to walk towards the exit. He grabbed me by the arm, stopping me.

"Mamas, please wait..." He begged as I yanked my arm away from him.

My voice cracked as I cried out, "No, no, Josh, I will not wait for you to manipulate me and then leave me for her again. I have had enough." I said.

As I began to depart from him, I sensed him grasping me by the waist and placing his lips upon mine. I was reluctant to kiss him back, but I had no control over my own body as I kissed him back.

His tongue swirled around within my mouth while I moaned softly, sensing him grasping me by the thighs and leading me towards my vehicle.

He positioned me on top of my trunk, firmly ensnaring me with his hands, assuring that I would remain stationary. Subsequently, I regained my composure and disengaged from him.

"I'm not falling for this anymore, Josh; you don't know who you want..."

"But I do, though, baby...it's you; you the only person that I want—" I scoffed in disbelief, folding my arms in the process.

"You don't, Josh. You're just using me as a rebound. Maybe Liv was right. Maybe I don't deserve you...since I'm not well put together." I got up from my trunk, opened the door, and threw my bags in the backseat.

"Minks...that's not true..."

"Oh, but it is Josh..." I said nonchalantly as I got inside my car, started the ignition switch, and looked at him one last time before driving off.

I had tears flowing down my cheeks, as I couldn't even see the road anymore. I felt hopeless, wondering if I was good enough for anybody at this point.

I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. Is life worth living anymore? Do I mean something to anybody anymore?

While crying my heart out, I didn't even pay attention for a split second, seeing that I had almost hit a tree, causing me to swerve and feeling the car spinning around as I couldn't control the wheel.

The car had flipped over multiple times, and I felt that sense of relief, knowing that I could finally be at peace, feeling blood coming from my head and lips.

I have wanted this ever since that situation happened to me in my locker room. I heard a lot of people coming, trying to see what was happening.

That's when everything went black.

✧˚° JONATHAN I texted Yasmine, trying to see where she was at and hoping that she was okay because I could tell that her energy was off. That's when I saw Trinity running up to me, panicking. I could see tears coming down her face, which had me worried.

"Trin, baby, calm down. Talk to me. What happened?" I asked.

"I-it's..Y-Yasmine...S-she..." She was stumbling on her words, which I tried to make out.

"Baby, breathe in and out for me, okay? What happened to Yasmine?"

She calmed herself down before speaking, "She's in the hospital right now. She got into a bad accident Jon...I'm so fucking worried about her..." What she said badly spooked me as I grabbed my keys and told her to come on so that we could head to the hospital.

I managed to grab our things before heading out the door, and that's when I saw Jey walking up on us.

"Where is ya'll heading?" He asked.

I was hesitant to tell him about Yasmine and her current situation, knowing that she probably didn't want to see him anyways.

"We gotta go; it's an emergency, Uce. I'll text you later," I said as I held Trinity's hand as I walked towards our car.

I knew lying to him would be bad, given their history together, but that didn't matter. I'm only doing this for Yasmine's sake. If she wants to see him, she'll give me the word, but for right now, we have to make sure that she's alright.

We finally made it to the hospital, and I went up to the nurse and asked about Yasmine. She told us that she was in room 168. We thanked her as Trin, and I went toward her room.

When we opened the door we seen her all bandage up with stitches on her lips, she looked towards our way smiling weakly.

"Oh my fucking God, Yasmine!" Trinity shouted.

"I was...hoping that I didn't make it...Trin...I don't know how much I can take...." She said weakly.

"Hey...don't say that, Minks...we are here for you throughout all of it..." Trinity Hugged her gently as I saw tears coming down her face.

I felt so bad for her. She's going through so much, wanting to and hoping that her life was taken away by that car accident just broke me as her friend.

She was going through it mentally. I wanted to punch my brother so severely upside his head, but I shook that feeling off, going towards Yasmine and comforting her along with my wife.

Yasmine was speaking negatively about herself: "I don't wanna be here anymore guys; I can't, especially things happening with Jey and Liv him playing in my face, including me getting raped...I don't know what more I can take." It broke me and Trin's hearts hearing that from her. I wanted to blame Jey so badly, but initially, it was Melo's fault for doing what he did; Jey just added more fuel to the situation.

"Stop it...Minks, don't say that, please. We want you here, including your brother and Bianca. We care about you," I said as she smiled at us.

I knew Montez probably heard what happened to his sister and was going to be pissed off to the max, including at Jey, since he thought he could trust him with her.

That's when I felt my phone vibrating, seeing that Jey had texted me.

TwinJey🩸 sent two messages.

IMESSAGE 💬 TwinJey🩸: I heard what happened to Yasmine where is yall at? Jonathan: Now it's not a great time to come Uce TwinJey🩸: Tf you mean by that? Jonathan: she's going through it right now Uce and ion think she wants to see you at the moment TwinJey🩸: Did she say that? Or are you refusing me to come see her Jonathan: No she didn't say it but the way she is speaking negatively about herself saids a lot and Yes I'm refusing you to see her TwinJey🩸: Fuck that I'm coming to see her idc what yo' ass is talking about Jonathan: I'm not letting you see her Jey what can you do? TwinJey🩸: I'm the only person that can calm her down she said herself that I'm her peacemaker Jonathan: well you aren't anymore Uce I told yo' stupid ass not to play in her face with that whore Liv when you know Minks have commitment issues and trust issues due to her situation but ig you forgot about that after fucking her for months. 😒 TwinJey🩸: Minks? When did you start calling her that? That's not important I'm coming either way I have every right. Jonathan: I will have them throw yo' ass out if you show up. TwinJey🩸: Mane fuck you

I left him on read feeling frustrated because I didn't want her to see my brother at all after what he did. Trinity came up to me to see if I was alright. I showed her the message between Me and Jey as she looked over at Yasmine.

"W-what?" Yasmine questioned.

"Jey is trying to come see you since he heard that you were in here. I don't know if you want to see him," I said, seeing her look down.

"I don't want to see him until I'm ready, Jon. Please keep him away until I'm ready." I nodded my head, responding to his text message.

Jonathan: Look Uce Yasmine said she doesn't want to see you until shes ready that's coming from her TwinJey🩸: I'm already otw to see her Jonathan: Turn tf back around like now I'm not finna get out of character because of yo' ass I already want to punch you in yo' fucking head for toying with her like do you not understand what Montez would do to you if he heard that his best friend used his little sister? TwinJey🩸: I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE HER I LOVE YASMINE TO DEATH Jonathan: lose that fucking tone of yours and if you did she wouldn't be in this position right now...but I don't blame you; you're partially responsible for this it's honestly Melo's fault for doing what he did to her. TwinJey🩸: wym? Jonathan: you didn't hear what yo' girlfriend said tonight in that ring? How Carmelo raped Yasmine in her locker room before getting drafted onto the blue brand? Or was you to worried about getting some pussy? TwinJey🩸: Fuck you and no I didn't know that happened to her... Jonathan: Go home Jey honestly...I'm not finna argue with you tonight Me and Trin have to worry about Yasmine right now

I sighed, going back to check up on Yasmine. Seeing that she was sleeping, I told Trin to go home for the night and that I'd watch her until Montez came.

She kissed me on the lips before heading out. I turned on the TV next to the table and began watching a movie.

I looked over at my friend, sleeping soundly as the monitor was beeping. I prayed to God that he wouldn't show up because it would just cause issues.

But all my thoughts were interrupted when I heard banging on the door. I know that bang. I cursed under my breath, getting up from the couch while looking through the peephole and seeing Jey standing there.

'Fuck bro, I told his ass not to come, especially when she said she didn't want to see him.'

I opened the door slightly, seeing him standing there, trying to push through. I managed to slip through the crack, shutting the door behind me while giving him a stern look.

I pushed him harshly, getting up in his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I told yo' ass bro I fucking told you," I rasped.

I saw him clenching his teeth before cranking his neck, "And I told you that I was coming, either way, to see her now move out of the way," I refused as I pushed him harshly, causing him to stumble back a bit, which nurses took notice of that.

He ran up to me, grabbing me up by the hem of my shirt, feeling all of his anger coming onto me. I picked him up and slammed her down on the ground while getting on top of him and punching his head in.

We switched places as he did the same with me I end up shielding myself from his hits as I pushed him off of me giving him a right hook to the cheek.

That's when we saw the cops coming to break us up, and I saw blood dripping down his face.

"Yo,' ass never listen. She said she didn't want to see you until she was ready!" I shouted at him.

"Fuck you!" he shouted back as the cops dragged him out of the hospital.

I went back inside the room, still seeing Yasmine sleeping. I felt myself Yawning and getting tired as I turned off the TV and the lights.

I got comfortable with an extra blanket that was nearby, reclined the chair back, and drifted off to sleep.

SOMETHING BOUT' US

A/n: I hate how Yasmine is going through this...and Liv had no right to speak on her situation, but will that effect that Yasmine have on Jey change him?

But I hope yall enjoy this double update lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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