#like sir you have no right to say these things

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Just friends?

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive content MDNI

Genre: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You and Minho used to be friends with benefits. Until you caught feelings, and you both called it off. But Minho obviously misses you and is miserable even though he doesn't want to admit it. And his brothers have had enough of his moping.

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The arrangement with Minho had been perfect - or at least it had started that way. Opposite apartments on the same floor of your nice apartment building. You’d text each other, and within minutes, someone was at the other’s door. No strings, no drama. Just a lot of heat that left you breathless and a little sore the next day.

Until, of course, you did the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do - you caught feelings.

And naturally, Minho, emotionally stunted and a menace to society, panicked. He started pulling away, making excuses every time you asked if he wanted to come over. The warmth in his teasing dimmed into something guarded.

And it hurt. A lot. His rejection wasn't something you had expected, because no matter what anyone said, he was so soft and sweet to you. But he obviously didn't want a relationship, and you both decided to stop seeing each other.

You missed him. Not just his touch, but everything else too. The way he always brought food over (making excuses about how he had extra), held you tight when you had a hard day and how his cats lived with you more than they did with him. Oh you missed the cats. They were literally your kids - and this dirty divorce had given him full custody of them.

And Minho? He was a mess. Not that he’d admit it.

And Jisung had had about enough of his best friend and his brooding.

---

Jisung: OKAY EVERYONE STOP.

Chan: What's up?

Hyunjin: What did you do?

Jisung: NOTHING. THIS IS ABOUT MINHO.

Seungmin: What did he do?

Jisung: He’s been moping for WEEKS. And I'm sick of it.

Changbin: You sure? That’s just his face.

Jisung: LISTEN. IT’S ABOUT Y/N.

Hyunjin: Ohhhhhh.

Felix: I KNEW IT.

Minho: What the hell is going on?

Jisung: OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP. Jisung: YOU, SIR, ARE A DRAMA QUEEN.

---

Minho sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now.

---

Minho: I’m not moping.

Felix: Sure. And I’m not Australian.

Hyunjin: Yeah, totally not glaring at your phone at all.

Minho: It’s not about her.

Jeongin: Are you sure you didn't accidentally click her name in your contacts 12 times yesterday?

Chan: What's going on, Min?

Minho: I don't even know what you guys are going on about!

Minho: We were friends. With benefits. Not lovers. She was nice in bed. That’s it.

---

There was complete silence in the chat for a minute before it exploded.

---

Chan: No, Minho. No. No. No.

Seungmin: Okay, first of all, what the actual fuck?

Hyunjin: Bro, you did not just say that.

Jisung: YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING LOSER.

Changbin: 😡

Jeongin: Hyung, she's an angel, how could you?

Felix: We’re literally trying to save you from yourself.

Minho: Well don't.

---

Minho hated himself. He absolutely hated himself. But he couldn't dwell on the self hate because Jisung just sent a video of Minho pacing his living room like a caged animal, while ranting about you being gone.

---

Hyunjin: Wow. Ok.

Minho: 🙄

Minho: Stop. Just stop.

Chan: Look, you’re obviously miserable. Why not just talk to her?

Seungmin: Yeah, genius. It’s not like she doesn’t live 20 feet away.

Minho: What if she doesn’t feel the same?

Jeongin: I'm sorry, but you’re an idiot.

Hyunjin: Dude. She liked you enough to start this whole thing. You just have to get over your dumb commitment issues.

Changbin: Honestly, just confess. Worst-case scenario, you cry into Dori.

Minho: I hate you all.

Jisung: Hate is a strong word for someone who’s about to sob into his cat.

Minho: Fine. I’ll talk to her.

---

Minho sat on his couch, heart pounding as he stared at your number on his phone. He’d been backed into a corner by his idiot friends, and now there was no escape.

And knowing you, he had a feeling that this was going to be the single most difficult task ever.

With a frustrated groan, he stood and grabbed his hoodie. He was going to do this. Because he loved you so much, and he was miserable without you.

Across the hall, in your apartment, you were getting some work done, sipping on coffee. You heard the doorbell, and when you opened the door, you saw Minho - disheveled, nervous, and yet, as handsome as ever. And your traitorous heart did that stupid thing it always did around him.

“Hey,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours. “Can we talk?”

Minho hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. He stood at your doorstep, heart racing, and palms sweaty, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

And he confessed. Nothing dramatics. Just a straightforward, “I love you.”

You'd stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was high. Or had hit his head somewhere. Or if he was simply horny.

But no. Then came his little speech. I know I don't deserve you. I was an asshole (of course he was). I was afraid (as if you weren't). And more than anything - I hurt you. And I hate myself for it. Ok now that you could work with.

But as hard as you tried, sometimes you just couldn't contain that bratty side of you (one that he apparently loved).

You crossed your arms, glaring at him like he’d just run over your dog.

“You can’t just waltz over here, say ‘I love you,’ and expect me to fall into your arms,” you snapped, looking infuriatingly hot with your brows furrowed and your lips pursed in defiance. “You rejected me, Minho. Do you know much that hurt me?”

His stomach twisted.

“I… I wasn’t ready -” he stuttered, looking terrified.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not ready,” you said, taking a step back and slamming the door in his face for dramatic effect.

You leaned against the door, fuming and freaking out all together. Your hands shook so hard as you wrapped your head around the fact that Minho just confessed to you and you slammed the door on his face.

And Minho stood in the hallway, a mix of shock, frustration, and - God help him - arousal bubbling under the surface. You were bratty when you were mad, of course. It made him want to kiss you and throttle you all at once.

---

Minho: She hates me.

Hyunjin: No, she doesn't. She slammed the door on your face didn't she?

Minho: How the hell are you so accurately right?

Jeongin: It's his thing.

Felix: What happened?

Jisung: Wait. Did you confess?

Minho: YES.

Minho: AND SHE SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE.

Hyunjin: Obviously.

Chan: So she didn’t say no?

Jisung: LMFAO.

Jeongin: She’s mad at you? Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Minho: SHE SAID A SIMPLE “I LOVE YOU” WOULDN’T WORK ON HER. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Seungmin: It means she’s not an idiot.

Changbin: Exactly. You rejected her and took months to realize you’re in love. She deserves a little groveling.

Minho: GROVELING?

Felix: Oh, for sure.

---

He was not groveling. No way. Lee Minho didn't grovel. Hell no.

---

Jisung: Yeah, buddy. You gotta pull out all the stops now. Dinner, flowers, interpretive dance. The works.

Minho: STOP.

Hyunjin: Actually, the dance idea is kinda sexy. Imagine Minho doing a hip roll to apologize.

Felix: STOP IT. I’M WHEEZING.

Minho: CAN YOU ALL BE SERIOUS FOR TWO SECONDS?!

Chan: Look, the point is, you hurt her feelings. You need to show her that you’re serious.

Minho: How?! She's a damn brat. She enjoys torturing me.

Jisung: If she’s a brat, she’s gonna want to see you sweat.

Minho: She frustrates me.

Jisung: So you're sure you're just frustrated and not turned on right now?

---

Damn Jisung.

---

Jeongin: YAHHHH

Felix: You’re INTO IT???

Changbin: My man’s in love AND down bad.

Minho: Please.

Felix: Okay, focus. If groveling isn’t your style, do something you.

Hyunjin: Yeah. Seduce her with your weird cat boy energy or whatever.

Minho: You’re all useless.

Seungmin: Says the man who just admitted to being horny and clueless.

Chan: Minho, she clearly wants you to prove yourself. You’ve got to show her you’re willing to put in effort.

Hyunjin: Write her a song. Serenade her. Cry through it.

Minho: I don’t cry.

Jisung: LIES. I’ve seen you cry at those pet videos.

Minho: JISUNG YOU'RE DEAD.

Minho: What if she never forgives me?

Jeongin: She will. She’s just mad. Just play along.

Hyunjin: He’s right. Drama makes us hotter.

Minho: You're all insane 🙄

Chan: Insane but not wrong. Now, go apologize properly.

---

Minho paced his living room, his mind racing through ideas - romantic dinner? A heartfelt speech? Maybe just tossing himself at your feet and begging?

He needed a plan.

---

Minho: Fine. Give me ideas to make her forgive me.

Jisung: OHOHOHOHOHO.

Felix: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Hyunjin: Okay, everyone, let’s brainstorm.

Changbin: Classic dinner and flowers. Can’t go wrong.

Jisung: No, no. She’s mad. You need to go BIG. Like, dramatic big.

Minho: Like what? Fall to my knees in the rain?

Hyunjin: YES. Bonus points if you sob.

Minho: I’m not doing that.

Seungmin: You’re all useless. Look, Minho, she’s mad because you hurt her. You need to make her feel special. Do something that shows you actually care.

Jisung: STRIPTEASE.

Chan: Jisung.

Felix: WAIT. THAT’S ACTUALLY KIND OF FUNNY.

Hyunjin: Picture this. You show up at her door, music playing, and just start taking things off.

Minho: I want to win her back. Not make her think I'm horny.

Jisung: Coward.

---

Obviously he knew this would happen. He knew it.

---

Chan: Okay, let’s regroup. Minho, what does she like?

Minho: Being mad at me, apparently.

Jeongin: Sounds like she has taste.

Minho: She likes reading. And baking. And…dancing.

Felix: Aha! Bake her something!

Hyunjin: And while it’s baking, do a little dance. Shirtless.

Jisung: OOOH. Combine the ideas. Show up with baked goods and then do the striptease.

Minho: Oh my God.

Seungmin: You could apologize like a normal person, you know.

Felix: Where’s the fun in that?

Jisung: No, no. We need something iconic.

Felix: Okay, serious suggestion: Show her that you actually listened to her. Her favorite food? Or something thoughtful that shows you care about what she likes.

Minho: Like…?

Hyunjin: Cook her favorite meal.

Chan: Or bring her flowers that mean something.

Jisung: Or do the striptease.

Minho: STOP WITH THE STRIPTEASE.

Felix: It’s not a bad idea, you know. Women love confidence.

Minho: I’ll do the cooking idea. But if this backfires, I'm gonna hunt each one of you down and then see what happens.

Jisung: Lies. You’ll be back to cry about it.

---

Minho got to work. He spent hours perfecting your favorite meal, rehearsing his apology in front the mirror, and trying not to think about how much he wanted to kiss you. God, he just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how much his life sucked without you in it.

When he finally knocked on your door, you opened it to find him standing there, holding so many containers of food and looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hi,” he said, voice soft. “Can I come in?”

You crossed your arms, and sighed.

"Minho, I really don't have the time-"

"I made your favorite," he said, holding up the containers. "And I will grovel if that's what it takes."

You did love it when he cooked for you.

“This better be good.”

Minho stood in your living room, wringing his hands as you sat on the couch, glaring at him. He set the food on the coffee table and looked at you, his sharp tongue failing him for once.

“I was afraid,” he finally said, voice low.

“Afraid of what? Being happy?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

Minho winced.

“Yes. No. I mean…God, I don’t know. You’re everything to me, okay? And I was scared I’d ruin it. And then I did ruin it, and now I’m standing here like an idiot, begging you to let me fix it.”

“You… you really mean that?” You asked, your voice softer now, your eyes obviously filling up with tears.

“I’ve been a mess without you. I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it, but I do. I love you, and I’ll spend as long as it takes proving it to you.” he whispered, and you sighed, standing up and stepping closer to him.

“You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

“Yeah, I've been told.”

And then he cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you. Rough and messy, the tension melting away as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You better not mess this up.” you muttered against his lips.

“Not a chance.”

---

Minho: We’re trying the relationship thing.

Felix: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!

Hyunjin: FINALLY.

Jisung: Thank you 🙏

Changbin: Congrats, lover boy.

Chan: Proud of you, Minho.

Felix: Did she like the food?

Minho: Um, it kinda went cold. She’s heating it up now.

Hyunjin: LMAO.

Jisung: What about the striptease? Did you do it?

Minho: 🙄🙄🙄

Jisung: ANSWER THE QUESTION, COWARD.

Minho: We did strip. So… hehe.

Felix: SIR.

Hyunjin: NOT THE “HEHE.”

Jisung: I CAN’T BREATHE.

Changbin: YOU DOG.

Chan: Minho, for the love of God.

Minho: You asked.

Jisung: My dude really said, “She forgave me, and then we got NAKED.” ICONIC.

Jeongin: Please. I just came here to see if Minho hyung was still single, and now I want to bleach my brain.

Chan: Can we not, for once, be so feral?

Hyunjin: You’re in the wrong chat for that, Christopher.

Jisung: Anyway, so… did you, like, destroy the house or… ?

Minho: I will never speak to any of you again.

Jisung: YOU CAN’T JUST DROP “WE STRIPPED” AND THEN LEAVE.

Felix: It’s called a cliffhanger, Ji. Let the man be mysterious.

Hyunjin: Yeah, mysterious about how whipped he is.

Felix: Totally

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[snowluvvie]

₊˚⊹ ♡ . farmhand!JJ maybank

MINORS DNI. | warnings — fem!reader, degradation, name-calling, crying, sweet pet names, clothes ripping, public sex (kinda, not really), hair pulling, pinching and slapping (he's so annoying), hickeys/bruises, oral (f. receiving), p in v

farmhand JJ who's a total burnout, a high school dropout with no prospects, but he can work

farmhand JJ who's really got nothing but his own two hands, but he'll lift and pull and plant, and his smile's pearly white and all too charming, so your daddy hires him on your farm to help out

you wander around the farm with your top pulled a little bit too low, just enough for that little lacy white bra to peek out of the top

farmhand JJ who looks at you like a shark, like he'd devour you if you let your guard down for two seconds—and you do, and he does

you're inventing excuses out of thin air as to why you have to be outdoors when JJ's working—sometimes it's something sweet, like bringing him a glass of lemonade in the heat—sometimes you just go out to "check on the cows," and you develop a certain affinity for "reading under the big oak tree." you'll come up with anything if it means being out there with him

farmhand JJ who’s so gentlemanlike to your daddy when he comes around, bows his head respectfully and shakes his hand every time

when your daddy says things like, "you make sure you're takin' care of her when she's out here!" JJ’s grinning nonthreateningly and assuring him, “‘course, sir, wouldn’t dream of anythin' less.” with a humble nod, though he makes obscene gestures at you behind your father’s back when he turns around. you almost feel pity for your poor, sweet father and his far too-high opinion of you and JJ. you have to lie that the heat’s quite intense when your father catches you fanning the fiery heat spreading across your cheeks and neck

farmhand JJ who's got a mouth on him (no, not like that) (well, yeah. like that too, actually) who teases you endlessly. calls you a priss and a daddy's girl, a hay slut? whatever the hell that means (he definitely made it up.) he makes fun of your girly clothes and that sweet look you always have on your face, says "you ain't got a clue what's goin' on, huh?"

farmhand JJ who will and has ran his mouth until it made you cry, and waits until there are tears streaming down your face to give you a big grin and grab your face, kissing all over your cheeks and your forehead, insisting, "c'mon babydoll, ya know I didn't mean it, right?" though you're pretty sure that's a lie

farmhand JJ who keeps pressing obnoxious kisses to your tear-stained face until you stop mumbling protests and trying to push him off, and finally just kiss him back

farmhand JJ who always smells like sweat and grass clippings and motor oil, and tastes like sweet tea with too much sugar and sweet corn

farmhand JJ who doesn't care about your cute clothes or your nice hair. he kicks dirt at you when you walk past him, goes out of his way to rip your nice panties when he's having his way with you. when the two of you are rolling around in the barn loft, he manages to get you even more disgusting than you already would've gotten

farmhand JJ who messes up your hair something awful, and if you go out there wearing one of your pretty ribbons, he makes sure to tug it out one way or another—either when you're under him, or just when you're innocently walking past. he grins at the squeal you let out, and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans, the little sliver of red poking out for the rest of the day

farmhand JJ who kisses you like he wants to eat you, he squishes your cheeks together in his hand, bites your lip and licks at the inside of your mouth feverishly, and when you finally pull away, a string of saliva still connects you

farmhand JJ who’s fucking annoying, who grabs one of your braids and pulls, pinches your cheek—your face and your ass—hard enough to make you yelp, and then gives it a slap with a satisfied grin, tells you he loves hearing you “squeal like a piggy”

when you tell him he can’t leave bruises where your parents can see them, and JJ takes that as a personal challenge

farmhand JJ who leaves massive hickeys on the tops of your breasts, the inside of your thighs between mouthfuls as he goes down on you ravenously, your soft stomach. he decorates you with purple and blue and red and admires each and every one of them

he leaves massive handprint-shaped bruises on your hips and your ass, from slapping and gripping onto you too hard, but they’re hidden by your cute little dresses and skirts—you just can’t wear anything too short, and JJ prefers you have some restrictions anyway

farmhand JJ who's never selfless, not even when he's going down on you. he gets you sat in the seat of the tractor, spreading you wide open until you have one foot up on the dash and the other leg slung over his shoulder, and then he eats your pussy for him

he makes out with it like he's kissing your lips, going slow until you're mewling pathetically and begging him through choked sobs to let you cum. when he gives in to your begging, you almost wish he hadn't with the way he makes you cum over and over again, until you're sobbing and he has to muffle it with his hand

he kisses you, and you taste yourself on him, though you're such a sniffling mess you can barely kiss him back. JJ tells you what he always does: "you're so beautiful when ya cry, baby. ya know that? got the prettiest tears in the whole world, my girl," and you smile a little bit through them

when you’re inside your family's farmhouse, you watch him out the window—mowing the lawn, fixing the fence, lugging a hay bale across the yard. with the disgusting, greasy wife-beater or, if you’re lucky, shirtless, his tan skin bared to the sun. either way, dripping with sweat

you practically swoon every time you watch him out the window, head leaned against your hand. from that distance he almost looks like a nice boy—though you know better

farmhand JJ who catches you, of course, how could he not with the way you’re leaned halfway out the window. he brings it up when he’s fucking you, he’s got you on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist as he ruts against you wildly, telling you: “c’mon baby, get your fill. i saw ya earlier, starin’ at me. ya like what ya see, huh? c’mon, look at me.”

farmhand JJ who grabs your face and makes you stare at him, makes you hold eye contact while he fucks you. when your brain goes all fuzzy and your eyes lose focus as you cum, he looks at you triumphantly, though it makes him bust inside of you with a drawn-out groan

farmhand JJ who holds onto you so tightly

not just when he's holding you in place, or bouncing you on his cock, but also when you're not fucking. when you're both breathless, chests heaving afterwards, laying side-by-side in the hayloft, the muscular arm he has wrapped around your waist is like a vice

farmhand JJ who squishes your hand when he holds it, crushing your fingers with his until you complain owww, and then grins unapologetically

he crushes you when he hugs you, like he's trying to break your ribs between his biceps, fingers digging into your skin and face shoved into your neck as he inhales you

you tell him once, jokingly: "I'm not gonna run away, Jayj," when he's practically squeezing the life out of you. he laughs, but he doesn't loosen up. "ya never know, right? won't take my chances." it's the closest thing he ever says to I don't wanna lose you—the JJ version of saying that

farmhand JJ whose laugh is the closest you've ever gotten to the sound of sunlight. it echoes off the walls of the barn and through the fields, it's loud and gleeful and carefree, and you'd do anything to hear it

farmhand JJ who teases you for all your "rich girl shit," but gets rock-hard at a single whiff of your rose petal perfume, or the barest glance of your candy-sweet lip gloss. "daddy's money, huh? fuck," those are the rare times he fails to make fun of you, his teases dying on his tongue in favor of yanking your skirt up and making quick work of the buttons on your little blouse so he can take his fill of you

farmhand JJ who—rarely, but still sometimes—falls asleep in the hayloft after he tires himself out cumming one too many times inside of you. sunlight still filters through the barn slats, and his tight grip around your waist doesn't loosen at all. you get to stare at his face when it's smooth, not grinning or teasing or twisted up, though there is still a giant smudge of dirt across his cheek

you wonder what it would be like if it stayed like this forever, if neither of you left the farm. you think about JJ at the head of the farmhouse table one day, instead of hauling shit around the yard, and you can't help the fat tears that well in your eyes when you think about how JJ would never go for that. he doesn't stay still. he comes and he goes

eventually, he would go. you knew that. but you lay your head on his chest and play pretend that he won't—just for a little bit

[sukioyakio]

Drabble

Coolbfsukuna x losergfreader

Sukuna had his fair share of relationships, boring,Toxic, submissive, obsessive, and the list goes on. But your the one who broke his 3-6 mouths dating streaks.And at times he even wonders what is better,you talking or his little brother talking. He even ponders how the hell that you out of everyone got into his heart and claimed him.

But if he could give you a title for anything,it would be a fucking loser, and the biggest talker.

He was sitting down in the comfort of his bedroom;The luxury and pleasure one should feel when in their bedroom but not for him as he groans out loud.Clicking against his tongue.

While the sun shines it bright yellow shimmers through the windows. And right now,you were doing some damn acting shit;with a literal D.I.Y costume for whatever fuck shit show you had on the Tv in his our room with the muisc loud enough that he’s wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbor’s knock on the door.

“And WHAT YOUR name is!!” You voice out with a stupid pose.Walking with a blue coat and one of your yellow trousers And a pair of white sweatpants. Bopping your head down as you follow the beat. Remember the next line like it muscle memory.

“Alexander Hamilton!” You singed along with the people on the screen and posing like the guy in the middle. Sukuna can’t even say anything but watch your little live show.

Sukuna watched you goof around, dancing around the room like an absolute idiot. He just sat there with a dumbfounded expression, watching you sing along to the cheesy songs, trying to match the actors on the screen.

"You having fun there, dumbass?" He asks sarcastically., raising an eyebrow as he watches your 'performance'. Merely his gesture showing his boredom.

Your back jerk at his voice even if the volume is loud you could find that voice anywhere;your face look at him with surprised expression,that quickly becomes red after you realize your bf wasnt on his headphones or in the leaving room trying to get his own silence.

But instead watched your impressions of hamlition the musical.

Before shyly nodding at his response face flush with a perfect shade of red and going right back to singing along with the crew.

Your playful movements were a bit stiff at first because of the embarrassment running through your vains but went back to it when it came to the song ‘Aaron bur,sir’.

sukuna Huff out silently a laugh;at your reaction towards his question. God,Your one hell of loser.

Sukuna lips lift up in a amused smirk, You always did those shy reactions right after doing something so geeky especially when your around him.He didnt need to get his little brother to ask if youve been in a relationship before him because he clearly saw that he your was first one.

He observed intently, leaning back further into the headrest of the bed, his eyes fixated solely on you.

He found the way you blushed and tried to play it off amusing, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

‘adorable’ a voice ringed in his mind.

As you continued singing along, he let out another huff’s of laughter . "You sure are something else," he muttered, shaking his head in amusement.

——

He could go on a walk with you and your ass would be careful to tell him everything that you and yuji did your day out.

Your presence completely overshadowed his aesthetic but he could clearly seeing that you lack fashion sense much more then relationship experience.

“And then We went on a walk and saw this beetle” You say with a eager look in your eyes. Your hair a completely mess, but he’s proud that you don't give a flying fuck about people.And how much more your glasses made you look like a greek.

Sukuna listened intently, or at least tried to listen to your endless chattering about what you and his fuck ass little brother did. But his attention was mainly on how adorably excited you were to talk about such mundane things. His face nonchalantly glanced at your as times,with a neutral expression.

"Uh yuh," he muttered, his voice stern.A hint of interest in his voice.His hands in his pockets as he felt your hand clenching onto his black coat.As he lead you and him through the busy streets of Tokyo. He was getting slightly annoyed with how virgin like you are. ”But i cant believe that that lunchable ripoff would actually ruin there-“ you voice,with a cheerful smile rambling through your soft lips. Sukuna just scoff out, But it didnt weigh no malice. Your hands still wraps it grip onto his coat instead of just holding his hand but he wasn’t gonna sound pathetic.

Eyes watched him, with eyes of curiosity or Attentive Spirits. Either there eyes drooling at his frame which that what his high school days would get off to.

But he was getting slightly irritated by the stares that were heading your direction. Giving you a disgusted look’s, and whispers of what he knew wasn’t any better than their expression.

He silently clenched his jaw, already annoyed by the stares and remarks, but you were completely oblivious to all of it. You just continued talking, blissfully unaware of the attention you both were receiving. ”Oh!My god i forgot to tell you that his best friend got some mess up crap too. . .” You faced at him with a lazy smile, the sun shining at your horrifying messing hair, giving it a clear glaze to look at.A face he could stare at for hours but he wouldnt admit that to you.

Even when you smile at him like that.He completely ignores the fact about these citizens stares.

Crossing the streets, your hand slips out of grasp of his coat.. He immediately takes your palm into his grasps.Keeping your presence close to him.Letting his hand soak into your warmth palms.He was at first hesitant to continue forward; this man wasn’t used to doing all the yearning. And boy just from that moment you shut up;having his stern face lift up with a genuine smirk. Becuase out of anything that get you to be quiet are simply actions it make him feel a bit arrogant.

But then again you’re probably have a bright redness flushed at your cheeks. But not a two minutes later he could hear your mutters. were you even trying to lower your voice??

“Omg,omg,omg his hand,his hand completely engulfed my hand. God his hand warm.” You whispered loudly;cheeks flashed with a warm red. Still holding onto his hand .

Rolling his eyes into the back of his skull,he looked annoyed but his ears showed another thing.His lips tug a smirk he tried to not give in.

"Oh my god, shut up," He muttered under his breath, annoyed with your lack of volume control but it held no heat to it. "You're too loud, ya know? People could hear you."

He glanced at you, a mixture of coldness and amusement in his eyes. "And stop gushing like a little schoolgirl about my hand. It's just a hand, for crying out loud."

You face completely turns into a tomato. As you reject his taunt. As now the you both were now inside the gates of the park.

“Well !it not just any hand! It yours and you mean a lot to me. . . Also doesnt that mean im in love with your cells since it makes up your existence an-“

You were quickly shut up by his other arm squeezing your palm cheeks together making you look like a duck.As you were now face close to your hot boyfriend.His body bending down,to your height. His red orbs staring at you; cologne mixing up with your way of breathing. His perfectly shaped faces with tattoos that just make him look so good.

Loud gulp comes from you.As your glasses fogged up with how much your breathing.Yea . . so you realize that staring contest weren’t much of your strong suit.

"Stupid.." he muttered, his grip still tight on your cheeks. "You always manage to leave me speechless."

He leaned forward, his nose almost touching yours, his expression filled with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "One of these days, I'm gonna have to find a way to shut you up for good." His voice low raspy voice. And then his soft lips kisses your lips,always leaving you feeling like gonna faint out of pure bliss.His tongue taking the lead,as you horribly try to follow.

At least this was his favorite way of shutting you up.

Hope you like it

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[hexhomos]

hi! what do you wish we saw more of in Jayvik fics?

and are there any tropes you’re tired of?

PLEASE WRITE MORE HERALD VIKTOR STUFF.

PLEAAAAAAAAAASE. IM DYING. IM FADING AWAY. I will look at the tags on a thing and say "are you sure this is herald viktor sir?" and they will laugh "yeah its herald viktor" and then i click on it and its human viktor and he's not even hexcorized. This is a joke based on real anguish. You have to understand how serious this is to me.

I think the arcane herald form can be used so interestingly in post-canon (or in timefuckery stuff, or in AU stuff where he can be a creature/monster/god of another sort) we are the fastest growing league ship tag of all time but i RARELY see him. Jayce’s ending vows were to /that/ guy its not conditional on the way Viktor looks. That's kind of the whole appeal! Jayce is telling him that no matter how much he's changed his feelings will stay the same!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love bodymod stuff and i love monster romance so I'm the usual suspect here but from the bottom of my heart i mourn every time people just make viktor fully vanilla human and able-bodied at the end of arcane. It doesn't feel right. It feels like throwing out his entire arc and Rewarding the idea that he "SHOULD just want to be NORMAL," when really its so much more interesting to explore jayvik as two guys who are irreversibly changed by their choices and by each other and they have to learn how to deal with that together, and maybe even have complex feelings about it.

I really really miss the machine herald flavor of viktor being proud of his augmentations and actively seeking them out when it comes to arcane herald stuff. That is a body he designed for himself. It's so interesting to explore what that means, why his mobility aids are firmly embedded into his skin and still showing, why he might have contradictory feelings after the show ("yeah sure i fucked up but i also chose this and 1000% believed i was right and lowkey, i still like this, I'd much rather be imposing than easily ignored,")

Herald viktor is such a good materialization of his class struggles / gender issues / how viktor is alienated because of his disability. It's him taking everything he's ever been self-conscious about and twisting it into part of his armor. please write more herald viktor stuff. I'm dying here

[shinsources]

more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[artaxlivs]

Which came first? The chicken of the scrambled eggs?

Rated E: Smut below the line, link to the Ao3 is here.

"Boy, you know I love you, right?" Uncle Wayne says gruffly over his favorite Garfield mug.

Oh jeez.

Eddie wracks his brain trying to figure out what Wayne's figured out this time. The drug deals? He'd thought they were both silently agreeing that they knew but wouldn't speak of those. The Upside Down? Nah, Eddie covered that pretty well, gave the same bullshit story the Feds did. Maybe something mundane like Eddie not doing his dishes?

That's an age-old argument right there.

Damn it.

"I know you do, old man," Eddie sighs, finally just deciding to take whatever it is on the chin. "Say what you wanna say."

There's a brief pause while Uncle Wayne must gather his thoughts - and the irrational swoop of Eddie's stomach over that is gonna give him nightmares because his abandonment issues are wide and deep - then Wayne clears his throat and says, "Whoever it is that you been leaving in your bedroom to sneak out after I fall asleep every morning...you can just invite him out for breakfast with us."

Eddie chokes on his own coffee. Well, sort of coffee - it's a lot of sugar and milk with a splash of coffee.

Not her. Him. They've never talked about it but Eddie knows Wayne has always had his suspicions. But he wasn't ready to have this conversation before the sun was even all the way up.

Before Eddie can finish coughing down his throatful of coffee, though, Wayne is shouting, "Eddie's boyfriend - you can come out and have some eggs if you want!"

A loud thump and the sound of someone obviously scrambling up from a bed comes from Eddie's room. "Yes, sir."  A muffled voice calls back.

Staring down the short hallway in horror, Eddie has a minor freak out. Okay - major freak out. But silently and quickly because...ohhhh this tangled web he’s woven for himself....

"Jesus Christ, Wayne." Eddie shakes his head before dropping it on the formica tabletop. He doesn't have to look up to know that Wayne is smiling that little smile that he gets when he proves that he's still smarter than Eddie is sneaky.

Wayne pulls open the fridge and gets the eggs back out, adding three more to the mixing bowl to whisk up.

Eddie still doesn't lift his head when Steve comes out of the bedroom because he just cannot bear to meet Steve's eyes. He eventually does look up, though, when he hears Wayne swear under his breath and nearly drop the frying pan.

"Ain't you the Harrington boy?" Wayne asks, looking a little dazed, obviously not expecting Steve Harrington to be standing barefoot, wearing one of Eddie's band T-shirts and a pair of his own sweats, in their tiny trailer kitchen, hastily shaping his hair into order as he reaches his hand out to shake.

"Yes, sir. And, um, I'd appreciate it if you kept that between us," Steve suddenly looks smaller, "for now, at least. I'm not sure what my dad...um, well." He worries his bottom lip and crosses his arms over his chest protectively, tucking his hands tight against his body. "I just - I don't think he'd approve. My - my dad."

Approve of what? Slumming it in a trailer park with a petty drug dealer? Because contrary to what Wayne thinks, Steve is not Eddie's boyfriend. They sleep together but not together. It's just for the nightmares. Sleeping alone sucks.

Wayne is nodding, though, the crease between his eyebrows the only thing giving away that he's upset about what he's hearing. Eddie's really not sure what he's thinking but he doesn't ask because maybe - just maybe - if no one asks anything specific, they can get out of this breakfast without Eddie being outed or any of them being embarrassed.

Because, contrary to Wayne’s assumption, Steve does not know that Eddie is gay. Or that the all night spooning they've been doing for weeks now is not as platonic for Eddie as it is for Steve. Eddie's not crossing any boundaries or anything creepy or anything, he's just...pining. It's fine. He'll get over it.

If they get through this breakfast without Eddie being outed, at least.

Steve, of course, offers to help but Wayne turns him down, nudges him toward the coffee pot to pour himself a mug instead. Which he does. Scoffing incredulously, Eddie gets up and swipes the mug from him, pouring it’s contents into Wayne's almost empty mug before setting it in the sink and taking out a clean plastic cup with a faded Charlie Brown & Linus on it.

"Sit." He tells Steve and reaches into the fridge for the orange juice he knows Steve prefers. He ignores the arched eyebrow Wayne aims at him. Mind your business, old man.

Breakfast is just scrambled eggs and toast. It's quick and not too heavy so Wayne can go to sleep after. It's always been the one meal they're guaranteed to have together. Even when most teenagers were sleeping in until ten am or noon, Eddie has always gotten up around 6:30 because Wayne's shift ends at six and he comes straight home and takes a shower, then they have breakfast together.

"So...Mr. Munson-" Steve starts after he swallows a drink of his juice and settles into one of the cracked vinyl chairs.

"Just Wayne, kid," Wayne insists gruffly, setting the pan of eggs down on a pot holder on the table.

"Oh - sorry," Steve says, letting his eyes fall away. It's weird, seeing him cowed by Wayne. Steve doesn't normally do that with adults. He's a charmer. He charms them all. Mrs. Wheeler would force Nancy to marry Steve if she could and Mrs. Henderson thinks that Steve is the second coming.

"Don't gotta be sorry...Steve. Just - call me Wayne." He comes back with a plate of toast. The butter and jam are already on the table. Eddie loads up his plate knowing Steve will do the polite thing and take less than him.

Clearing his throat, Steve nods, "Yes sir - W-Wayne." He stumbles over the first name but then keeps going - "I was just wondering...about the hats? And the mugs?" He looks around like he's taking them all in for the first time.

With a little smile, Wayne looks from the rows of hats and mugs to Steve and then back again. "Those are all Eddie." He doesn't elaborate but Steve's already nodding with a warm smile.

"I had a feeling." Steve nods again, slathering jam on a slice of toast. "Let me guess - this is him taking the joke way too far?"

The sound that comes out of Wayne can really only be called a chortle. There's nothing else that fits. Eddie is so glad his mouth was empty because it's like nothing he's ever heard from Wayne and he would have choked on his food. As it is, he makes a little offended squawk that they both ignore.

"Yup. You know him well I see." Wayne nods at Eddie but looks at Steve. "He got me this Garfield mug and a matching hat for his first Christmas here and I didn't want to disappoint him so I went a little overboard about how much I loved them. Wore the hat and used the mug religiously." He lifts the Garfield mug up for a sip and lifts an eyebrow at Eddie.

Steve knocks his knee against Eddie's under the table and when Eddie looks over at him, he’s smiling a fond smile at Eddie. He ducks his head to hide what he knows is a blush on his cheeks, letting Wayne and Steve steer the conversation where they want for the rest of the meal.

It’s not until they’re washing up and Wayne’s waved goodnight to them both, that Eddie speaks again. He bumps his hip into Steve’s as Steve finishes washing and rinsing the plastic cup and hands it over for Eddie to dry. “Sorry about that.”

Sliding the egg pan into the soapy water, Steve dries his hands off on a towel, leaving the pan to soak and turns to Eddie, hip propped against the counter. ‘For what?” Steve asks, confusion evident on his face.

He flounders for a moment, trying to find a way to steer Steve away from the flashing neon arrow pointing to Eddie that screams “GAY” without giving himself away if Steve hasn’t gotten that idea. “Um, just Wayne and your dad and - you know, all of this.” He waves his hand around in a general all encompassing circle to include the trailer, his life and Eddie himself.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Eddie is pretty sure Steve asks but it’s so unexpected that his brain almost comes to a screeching halt.

“W-what?”

“I asked,” Steve says, removing the scant foot of space between them by sliding along the edge of the counter, “if you wanted to kiss me?”

Eddie swallows, a lifetime of fear balled up in his throat. It has long since threatened to choke him but this time he pushes through it. Because dammit - he’s jumped into a lake and swam after 3 other teenagers he barely knew, he’s tromped through an alternate dimension, he’s played Metallica in hell and outran a horde of demon bats. He’s faced a fucking Lich with nothing but handmade weapons. He can do this. He can.

“Yes,” it’s barely a whisper and made through trembling lips but Steve hears it because he smiles, warm and soft and the next thing Eddie knows, their lips are pressed together and yes, yes, yes. Steve’s lips are just as warm and soft as his smile and just a little demanding as he pushes past Eddie’s and slips his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. 

Steve Harrington tastes like orange juice and possibilities. And before Eddie can decide what to do with that, Steve is dragging him down the hallway and back into his messy, unmade too small bed. He’s pressing Eddie down on his back and leaning over him to kiss him again. He’s rolling his hips against Eddie’s, brushing their hard cocks together in a way that makes Eddie’s toes curl.

And it feels like every night they laid here together, whispering into each other’s shoulders, every night they spent cocooned in safety, every brush of skin on skin was foreplay, was flirting, was courting - that all of it was a lead up to this moment where they could slip easily from friendship to something more.

Eager and keyed up, Eddie pushes Steve’s sweats down to his thighs, follows by shoving his own down as well. Copying Steve’s movement when he yanks off his shirt and then they’re skin to skin, dicks rubbing against each other as they both grind and chase their pleasure together. Steve shifts, putting his thigh between Eddie’s and cupping his ass to pull him forward and there it is, they’re slotted together just right. 

Eddie feels a little zing of pleasure up his back as he ruts against Steve. They haven’t stopped kissing long enough for Eddie to even moan Steve’s name but it’s fine, it’s great, he’s so close already, just a bit more, he’s almost there. He thrusts up and Steve squeezes his ass again, pushing their bodies together. His hand slips around, dipping  between Eddie’s cheeks, sliding one finger down his cleft until it presses against his hole where, sure, he has touched, but no one else has. Steve slipping just the tip of one finger into Eddie is enough to send him tumbling over the edge with a muffled shout.

Eddie’s still twitching through the aftershocks when Steve moves his hand back to Eddie’s hip, Steve holds him still so he can thrust into the sticky mess that Eddie’s made between them. “That was, fuck, so hot,” Steve swears before he clamps his mouth of Eddie’s again, pulling a whine from him just before Steve comes with his own shout swallowed up by Eddie’s mouth.

Slowly, their breathing returns to normal, the sweat cools on their skin and Steve languidly traces one finger through the mess as it starts to stick to Eddie’s treasure trail. Finally, when Eddie can think clearly again, he asks, “So I guess this means you’re not worried that Wayne thinks you’re my boyfriend?”

“Worried?” Steve grins up at him from where he’s resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “I think we should make him dinner before he goes to work as a thank you.” He rolls up, propping a hand on either side of Eddie’s chest to look down at him with a fond smile, “I mean, how long would we have lain next to each other in the dark waiting for the other one to make the first move?”

Going up on his elbows brings Eddie’s lips close enough to Steve for a kiss but he doesn't yet, he just stares up at him for a moment, then, with complete honesty, he tells Steve, “I’d have lain next to you for forever if I had to.”

Check it out on Ao3

[prettyacademia00]

#I'm sorry but I've kinda been “rewatching” (watching a youtuber react to it) fairy tail and I have to get my feelings out about one of the c#Like all you said is so true#It must be so trippy for Erza and Gray to see someone who should be their age be 7 years older than them#But#Mest#I fucking hate this man so fucking much you don't understand#The fact that he is interested in Wendy fucking pisses me off#Sir#Sir she's 12!!!!!!!!!!!!#I don't know how fucking old you are man#But you were most likely in your late teens before#NOW ADD 7 YEARS TO THAT BITCH#LEAVE HER ALONE#and Warren too tbh#I don't remember if he is like that in the manga but he seems interested in her in the anime#12!!!!!!!!!#Yes she's technically from like 400+ years ago but still she's 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Sorry op for writing this here but it's been pissing me off

you're right and you should say it!!!!!

i adore this anime sm but there's definitely some weird stuff that i WISH weren't a thing and truly says something of the creator! if it weren't for the clear attraction to wendy as seen with that one episode where team natsu gets deaged or whatever was going on in that island early in the alvarez arc, mest wouldn't be that terrible of a character but it's just ew ew ew and uncomfy and so many other comments or references that are just awful make me sick :( she really is just a kid, i think that realistically all of the guild would beat ts out of mest if they knew he was genuinely attracted to her :/ he joined the council a year before lucy joined ft, so he had to have been an adult, which means in tenrou he's about 19 ish and therefore 26 ish by gmg, not that is would matter because she's TWELVE

and the same thing with warren, i think in that heist arc with the ring or when they dance early on in key of the starry sky is where it's mostly shown but still ew the wiki says he's 30 after the 7 year time skip

and actually i've also been rewatching it through reactions!! if you don't mind me asking, which youtuber are you watching rn?

ok but can we talk about fairy tail's seven year time skip and the gaps that occurred in relations through that time?

like imagine you're erza and the guy you've known since you were a kid and you care so much about is responsible for so many horrible crimes but it wasn't really his fault, not really, but you discovered that too late. and you have hope that he'll go back to how he once was but now his memory is gone and he's gonna be in prison likely for the rest of his life but there's a chance. then you go to tenrou island and you think it's the end but when you wake up it's been 7 years and now you're still 19 years old and jellal is at least 26 and he's got his memory back and he's trying to make amends and he's so far away in life experience and relations with people and you feel you were left behind, he didn't even need you by his side to grow, to be good, and he won't really need you again

now imagine you're gray and you discover one of your oldest friends, like your brother, betrays you and the beliefs of the person you had in common but then the situation gets resolved and you can find peace between each other. but now lyon is seven years older than you and he's had longer time to advance his magic, ur's magic, and you know he's had to mourn both you and ur, and potentially looked at his magic and thought he was the last one from that little family of three from all those years ago. he doesn't know ultear, who has grown since the last time you saw her a few hours ago no wait, seven years ago, and she's also trying to make up for her many mistakes and she's more kind and gentle but you won't get to know her because she's already gone so soon after you returned

it's just so sad to think deeper about the consequences of seven years passing, lives continuing on without you and thinking about how everyone that loves you and you love thought you were dead and you don't know how to fix things or fit into this new time

[maikee-akihiro]

3 times Crowley stops the urge to kiss Azi(1+ when he doesn't)

Fandom: Good Omens

Chapter: 1/4 Next Chapter

Summary:

[Based on my Good Omens Reincarnation AU! This will be a little compilation of ficlets showcasing the different timelines where Crowley and Azi meet. The actual fanfic won't be posted yet as of now.]

Aziraphale asks Crowley for a favor, in return makes him go all PTSD for about a second.

Chapter One ✧ Cleaning with love ✧ Year 2023(Present Time)

“Why in such a hurry, angel?” the man with sunglasses asked, eyeing down the gentleman buttoning up his sleeves in a hurry.

“Oh Crowley love, don’t be down. I promise we’ll have breakfast tomorrow.” With those pleading eyes that his angel uses against him, how could he ever refuse his words? But with a sulk, he just nods. 

“By the way Crowley, can you help me at the bookshop later?” Aziraphale asked, fixing his bow tie by the mirror. Crowley just watches him do his daily routine, so serene and quiet. 

He hopes to himself that this would last

Rejuvenated by knowing they’ll hang out later, he quickly replies. “Sure, I don’t have anything scheduled today.” 

With a smile— Oh how Crowley loves his warm yet mischievous grin, he picks up his messenger bag and gives Crowley a peck as he left. 

He agreed to his simple request, it wasn’t a biggie. He can always reschedule his board meeting tomorrow. His angel always comes first. Definitely not because he was clingy. Definitely not.

He touches his cheek, still feeling the fleeting caress of his soft lips. It was a scoop of something he always craved, and now within the boundless time right now– he can enjoy it. 

“Cancel our meeting later, I had a sudden appointment.” Crowley says to the phone as he picks out a nice leather jacket.

He wonders what would be urgent that his angel needed his helping hands?

He shuts the closet doors, sprawling the jacket over the bed. “But sir, this is an annual board—”

“Cancel.” He says with finality, not leaving any room to argue. The employee on the other end sighs in resignation. 

The call ends with him victorious.

He should probably give him a raise. He notes that in his notes app.

-

Now he’s at the bookshop, holding various dusters and an apron.

“Here, take this as well.” With his signature smile, Aziraphale hands him the broom.

Scam— my angel scammed me. He thought as he arranged the clattered books, stacking them up.

And here he thought–

His thoughts were cut off when he hears a disgruntled yelp.

“Ouch!”

He’d recognise that whine anywhere.

Dropping everything in hand, he quickly runs to Aziraphale’s side with worry plastered on his face. Putting his hand to the side of his face, he questions. “What the matter, angel?” 

Aziraphale’s face winced in pain as he rubs his head, saying. “A stray book fell off.” 

Crowley looks at the assailant, and notices a lot of books weren’t placed correctly—with some barely even inserted. He also notices how slightly shaky the shelf is.

How old is this thing?

He returns his gaze to Aziraphale, who was still talking.

“The fricking spine directly hit my head—"  

But before he could even finish his sentence, it was like the books wanted to fight them because every single book on the shelf started to fall.

Without any thought, Crowley instantly shielded his angel from the books as they descended with such drama, some even pried open mid flight. 

Why are these books so heavy!? 

It hits him square on his upper back. With a grunt, he tries to flex his arms. 

One minute they were dusting the shelves and arranging books, next thing he got Aziraphale pinned between his arms, protecting him from falling books of all things.

What an unlucky day, though– at least he was here and those books didn’t topple his angel.

He realized something.

What if he didn’t came? What if he continued the board meeting? Would he find Aziraphale all bloodied up with a cracked open skull?

He didn’t even want to think about that possibility. 

He got reminded yet again of the memories, of times when he let his guard down just for a second.

That could’ve happened now if he wasn’t so absent minded!

Aziraphale, noticing him tremble, asked worriedly. “Crowley– love? Did the books hit you hard?”

He remembers the trembling face of his angel trapped underneath the rubble. He remembers the fire painfully licking his skin, remembers reaching out and clutching pul–

He felt gentle hands cradling his face. Ones so warm and affectionately sweet. Ones that he recognizes.

Snapping back to reality, he makes eye contact with his angel. He also realizes how close their faces are to each other.

“Are you back, my love?” Aziraphale asks.

Slowly, the two faces of the Aziraphale in his memories and his reality merged– reminding him that it was all past.

He stops the urge to kiss him, because right now he has unholy thoughts that he would not like to divulge in this awkward moment. 

“Yes, thanks angel.” He says– albeit blushing– as he mirrors him, caressing his face as he lets his forehead touch his.

“Thank you so much.”

[hurlingdown]

I am pretty much aware that mouthwashing is not that relevant anymore, but I don't care, and I'll thirst over Captain Curly till the day I die. :P

---

Pony Express was pretty flexible with people's second genders. Any accident or mishap would still count as fewer credits for the crew, though.

Captain Curly was a non-traditional omega—appearance- and career-wise. He was taller and bulkier than most alphas. Sometimes, people would be confused and believe he was an alpha, especially since he was the Captain.

Swansea didn't care. He was an old alpha with two omega daughters. Daisuke looked up to Curly for obvious reasons, as he was an omega (a pup in the rest of the crew members' eyes). Anya felt safer knowing the Captain was a fellow omega, just like her, even though... Jimmy creeped her out. He had not done anything; the pathetic excuse of a beta tried to act like he was an alpha just because Curly "pities him" and "treats him right." Reader, on the other hand, was an alpha—the only difference was that they didn’t flaunt it, unlike Jimmy, who pretended to be something he wasn’t and never would be.

The rest of the crew (including Reader) didn't understand how Curly tolerated Jimmy, because he treated Curly like shit. Curly had to walk on eggshells every time he was near Jimmy. When they returned to Earth, they were essentially jobless. The stress piled onto poor Captain Curly, which led his body to go into heat. Jimmy just bailed, leaving Curly alone in his first heat after years of depending on heat suppressors.

Maybe it was a coincidence that Reader decided to visit the former Captain—how the door was open, how the sweetest scent of a ripe omega begging to be bred hit their nose. Reader was met with the scene of Curly crying as he tried to alleviate the pain, rubbing himself all over a pillow. Curly whined, saying it hurt, maybe it was the hormones. Reader was so weak, they just got inside Curly's half-assed nest without thinking. Curly just opened his legs for Reader. Reader had always had a crush on his Captain—this was a dream come true.

Hours later, Jimmy decided to return. Maybe Curly would forgive him like other times. Maybe this time, Curly would let him hit. But, as Jimmy opens the door, he just heard how the bed slammed against the wall, the sounds of a happy omega reverberating across the house. The oh-so-familiar voice of the Tulpar’s janitor saying the most disgusting things to Curly. Inside Curly's room, the omega just raised his hips higher in delight. Reader's cock was bigger than the toys he had. Being in space for an entire year, without any type of relief, will make anyone go crazy. Curly was then flipped over, so Reader could squeeze the omega's soft pecs, Curly opening his legs in response, begging Reader to give him pups.

Settling down sounds nice...

Unbeknownst to them, Jimmy was behind the door, hearing everything.

(toji anon uwu)

(i forgot to send this ask lol. i have some ideas with toji as he's my wifey and something with shinso from bnha, but as far as i remember, you don't have bnha in your fandoms list. sooo, i'll cook the toji drabble then !!!)

MOUTHWASHING CONTENTTT I AM FED. toji anon what are you if not a gift bestowed by the heavens? mouthwashing still is and will forever be relevant. (please send post-blast curly thirsts)

jimmy deserved that shit. but then, getting one of his toys taken away from him in front of his eyes might just trigger his psychopathy

reader being a janitor but still bagging curly? yes sir. you’d snarl “pathetic” into his ear while pounding him so good he can barely feel his lower half, berating him for opening his legs for an alpha who simply wandered into the room, drunk on the scent of his heat. you’d tell him he’d even let jimmy fuck him if you hadn’t been there first, because that was how useless of an omega he was.

because curly was no captain. he was a brainless bitch made for breeding. that was all there was to him, really.

[yvesismywife]

— ⋆˚｡ IWH2BMX ᝰ.ᐟ chapter nine

y/n l/n, the 4th member of the rnb girl group flo, is notorious for her very noticeable lack of pr training. once she goes through a very public breakup, her pr team finally decided it was time to control her online presence. daniela avanzini, the main dancer of the girl group katseye, found her reputation getting caught in the cross fire of her band mate’s blunt personality. so when both groups are caught at the same party, management gets a not so great idea.

wc: 1.2k (you can skip it if you want, but i think it’s crucial to the story. but do as you please 😭🙏)

not my type

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE ETERNITY, yn heard the words she wasn’t quite sure if she should be excited, or scared, to hear. “we’re here” “uhm where exactly is ‘here’” the singer asked, following her manager out of the car. “just follow me.”

“y/n l/n. welcome to geffen! you too leila. i guess.” yn is a little confused about the random man who side-eyed her manager, but more confused as to what she is doing here. “don’t drag this out jacob.” her manager said, walking straight past the random man -jacob, to an office. “aren’t you jolly.” he curses under his breath.

“sorry to ruin the dynamic y’all got going on, but, why am i here exactly? if it’s to go solo, that’s too much pressure… so.” the curly-haired girl follows the steps of her manager and takes a seat. “i will take that into consideration! however, that is not the reason you are here today.” jacob sits across from them. “damn. am i not talented enough to be a soloist?” yn dramatically clutches at her heart, like she has been deeply wounded. “i- that’s-” he looks towards her manager, who simply shrugs her shoulders. “you got yourself into that one.” “that’s not what i was trying to say!” “oh so you think i have soloist potential, just not for here?” the singer was having a little too much fun seeing the man squirm trying to answer her pressing questions. “okay enough! one; i don’t have the credentials to sign you, even if i want to. two; that’s not why you’re here. come in.” yn turns around to see a pretty girl with blonde curls. “sit down, daniela.”

“this is why you’re here today.” jacob says, crossing his arms over his suit-covered chest. “what? you guys doing some irl-tinder shi-stuff?” yn laughs. her laugh quickly dials down once she is answered in silence. “i was… joking. you know that right?” she looks towards her manager, for any sign of acknowledgment. “we are all aware of your rather impactful social media presence” the rnb singer smiled. “didn’t say that as a good thing. but such a hefty reputation is not the best for a group.” “oh, don’t worry sir jacob. my fans love it.” yn gleamed with pride. “fans that have been around, yes. but for newcomers, your reputation seems a bit…problematic” the office went silent, nothing other than breaths being heard. “problematic is…crazy. jacob.”

“let me get this straight. i was brought to a foreign building to talk about my social media presence…? this couldn’t have been an email? zoom call? phone call at that?” yn squinted her eyes, looking back and forth between her manager and jacob, trying to understand the situation. “well. maybe i should leave, this clearly has nothing to do with me.” the blonde finally spoke. “not too quick daniela. i wasn’t finished.” with a sigh, daniela sat back down. “as you know, daniela, katseye does not have the shiniest social media presence either.” of course the dancer knew that, she just does not know what that has to do with her. “the whole group knows that, but why am i here for that? sophia’s the leader. and also- to clear things up…again. i’ve never caused anything or any drama. i fear you have the wrong member. manon is at home, i can call her up for you?” “that won’t be necessary,” jacob said, causing daniela to put her phone back in her pants pocket.

“we were going to deal with these…issues, separately. but after seeing a few rather popular tweets last night, we got an idea.” “if it works, i take full credit. if it backfires, it was all his doing.” leila chimes in. “i don’t think i agree with that, but that’s not the focus right now. we have come up with a rather splendid idea. we will fix both problems. together.” “i’m not following…” daniela says, followed by yn. “yeah. you said a lot but nothing at the same time, really.” “what’s your problem? no one understood a single thing you said. not even me and i already know the dang plan.” leila rubs her forehead. “what he was trying to say is, because of such a terrible professional reputations, to fix it, you two-” she points towards yn and daniela, “-will be having a pr relationship. do you see how easy that was? telling your whole life story before getting to the point.” “i didn’t just want to blurt it out without any explanation!”

while the two managers were arguing, the minds of both daniela and yn were spiralling.

“wait. let me just make sure i’m not correct. you want me and this stranger to date? because of a few tweets?” the blonde asked. “yes! exactly!” the man replied. “no.” both girls say in unison. “i shouldn’t even be here. i’ve never caused any problems! again, manon should be here! why am i taking the blame?” daniela was perplexed that her blame by association had gotten this serious. “while that is true, her image is… horrendous. but i felt, considering you are almost always a part of manon’s actions, and needless to say a very popular member right now so i felt this would be perfect publicity.” “well you felt wrong. i don’t want to be involved. and, not to put your efforts to waste, but she's not my type.” that was the rudest sentence yn had ever heard her whole career. “not your type!? i was gonna say no to this whole ordeal because i legit just had a somewhat, public breakup. but you saying no because i’m not your type is crazy!”

“wow! okay! let’s.. uhm move on. quickly! breakups! yn, you just got out of a breakup… that was all over pop base. and daniela, the girls talked about how you recently got out of a relationship with…i don’t know who, so now- the public knows you are both single which is why you two are also perfect for this.” jacob is a little too excited to play fake match maker and yn is a little concerned this was not thought through. “not to doubt your...creativity, but we -i- just got out of a relationship, so why is this a smart idea??” “i read it in a book once.” “yeah, no.” the blonde chimes in. “as much as i don’t like her because she is rude, i have to agree. no.” daniela annoyingly scoffed at yn’s response. “i’m not rude simply because you’re not my type.” “actually that’s exactly why you’re rude! that was the rudest sentence anyone has ever said to me!” “you’re so conceited.” yn lets out a loud gasp in response to daniela’s very vocal opinions about her. “looks like your plan is a bust jacob.” leila leans back, crossing her arms across her chest.

“enough!” jacob yells. “this is happening. not because i want to replicate a novel, but because all the other chances and choices have yet to work. you two will get along and will make this believable. understand?”

“yeah, i guess” “fine. but there were totally other options.”

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a/n: i got carried away 😕 and i pictured jacob to be a british man…idk why lolz so i tried to give him british flare.. but i’ve never met a brit soooo… and ALSO i acc don’t know if hybe has a building in la… or if katseye practices at geffen, so i had to use my big brain and CREATIVITY 🫨

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[mj-iza-writer]

Two notes before getting onto this story.

1. This is about a bladder prolapse. That can make people uncomfortable. So reader beware.

2. This goes for everyone... practice your kegels. Everyone can have a issus with their pelvic floor, though this is more possible for those with a vaginal presenting body. Kegels.... kegels... kegels, and schedule with you obgyn. I know they're scary, but take care of yourself.

Caretaker jumped out of bed.

It was never a good thing when your wife called for you like this. It was even worse when they were shrieking.

"Honey what's going on?", Caretaker huffed from the outside of the bathroom, "Whumpee?"

"It's falling out", Whumpee yelled.

"Wh-whats falling out?",Caretaker slowly opened the door.

"I-I don't know, something is definitely sticking out that shouldn't be there", Whumpee sobbed.

"Uh, le-let me see", Caretaker frowned.

Whumpee sat on the toilet with one hand holding their private area.

"I don't want you to", Whumpee sobbed harder, "I don't even want to move."

"Honey, we have been married for a long time. This may be something that happens to us elderly fokes", Caretaker knelt down.

"I don't want to move my hands", Whumpee whimpered.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed and brushed Whumpee's tears away, "I'm going to call for an ambulance, and we will go to the hospital. Can I at least move you to the bed?"

Whumpee sniffled as they thought for a moment.

"I don't want to move", Whumpee repeated through tears.

Whumpee blushed at the first responders when they came in.

"I'm sorry, I'm too nervous to move", Whumpee looked down at themself.

"You're alright", one of them smiled comfortingly, "we are going to lift you up and lay you down on the gurney here. Gravity will stop making it feel like it's moving down. We do have to look really quick after you lay down, then we will get you covered up okay."

Whumpee nodded, "where's my husband?"

"I'm right here honey", Caretaker called from the other side of the door, "I'm just staying out of the way."

"One... two... three", Whumpee was lifted up then laid on the gurney.

"Ooh, you both are so strong", Whumpee commented.

"Thankyou", both of the responders smiled.

"Don't be flirting with them dear", Caretaker chuckled.

"We are going to take a look now", the responder went down near the problem, "I'm betting it's your bladder or something from your pelvic floor organs, but let's have a look."

"Honey, I'm going to drive to the hospital in the car. It's pretty late, so we will wait to text the kids until the morning", Caretaker followed the first responders as they carried the gurney down the stairs.

"Okay be careful dear", Whumpee tried to glance up at them.

"I will, you guys take care of her. She's the love of my life", Caretaker chuckled.

"Yes sir", they both responded.

"Yep, that is definitely your bladder", the doctor confirmed after some testing and images were taken.

"My wive's bladder is truly falling out", Caretaker leaned up to hold Whumpee's hand.

"Yes, this can be quite common for anyone really, especially ladies. Have you carried children?", the doctor set a few things aside.

"Yes, a few", Whumpee nodded.

"All vaginally delivered?", the doctor looked under the blanket.

"Two vaginally, our third was special and decided they needed to be c-sectioned out", Caretaker sighed, "are you saying this is because of pregnancy."

"It can happen. If you carry children, your pelvic floor can be affected. If it's a bad pregnancy and you don't get pelvic floor therapy, or even something as simple as practicing kegels, your pelvic floor weakens. As you get older, you run a risk of bladder prolapse."

Whumpee shuddered as the doctor felt around.

"Sir, I'm going to show you how to push this back up. I recommend going to a gynecologist for their opinion. If they deem it necessary you may have a surgery to prepare it", the doctor slowly poked the bladder back up while Caretaker watched, "you may get lucky and just require a pessery to help keep things in place."

"Pessery?", Whumpee shivered at the sensation.

"I'm sorry, I know that feels weird", the doctor covered her with the blanket again, "a pessery is a plastic disk or varying sizes. Your gynecologist will help size you to make sure you get the most comfortable one. It goes up in your vagina, and can be removed. You will probably be required to go back to your doctor every few months for maintenance and cleaning as well."

"That sounds horribly uncomfortable", Whumpee frowned.

"So does having your bladder falling out", the doctor sighed, "I can get you a referral to a gynecologist if you don't have one already. I definitely recommend getting an appointment soon though."

"I'll call tomorrow morning", Caretaker kissed Whumpee's hand, "when the office opens ."

"So you do have a doctor then?", the doctor stood.

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "funnily enough, she just had her breast and pelvic exam done."

"No papsmear young lady?", the doctor chuckled.

"Not at my age", Whumpee sighed, "I'm too old for one of those now."

"We'll keep her here overnight for monitoring. If you want, a nurse can bring in a blanket and pillow. You can sleep here overnight", the doctor turned to Caretaker.

"I suppose I might. I'm not a fan of driving in the dark with my old eyes. I'd hate to bother one of our kids... it's so late", Caretaker stood and kissed Whumpee's forehead, "we'll figure this out dear."

Whumpee nodded as their eyes glistened with tears.

"No need to cry. I'm right here with you for better or worse... sick or in health... no matter what", Caretaker kissed her head again, "I love you."

"I love you too", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"I'll send a nurse in to get you both settled", the Doctor went to the door, "have a good night."

"You have a good night as well Doctor. I'll try to keep her under control", Caretaker chuckled at his wife.

"Me, dear?", Whumpee giggled.

"I love you", Caretaker leaned into the bed and kissed Whumpee again, "I love you so much. We will get this figured out."

This story was written with my grandparents as inspiration; along with my job as a medical receptionist for an obgyn. Practice you kegels. -MJ

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[archivalofsins]

Loving this line for Kazui, "I warned them many times. Many, many, many, many, many times! You should have stopped it! You, of all people!"

This is made twenty times funnier by me always switching Kazui and Amane's numbers in my head because now I get to do this-

Hey, why the fuck is the only person torn up about what occurred the child that everyone blamed for it while the guy who's lived there for years is like,

"What went wrong, I wonder?"

Like bro I just wrote a post about all the things you knew could have gone wrong that you could have warned us about. Kazui for the love of god please sir? Please- this shouldn't be that funny accidental three D's success.

Rare win for dyscalculia.

Because bro you warned us of many things. Which one? Like specifically in his second voice drama he warned us about Mikoto and Kotoko. This could also be alluding to this conversation he had with Yuno which would be the vaguest way to warn someone ever mind you-

23/09/02 (Yuno’s Birthday)

Kazui: I heard you’ve been helping Shidou-kun out. ……er, sorry if this comes across as rude, but it’s kind of unexpected. It always seemed like you didn’t care that much about other people.

Yuno: Hmm? What’s with that all of a sudden. I mean, you’re right, I don’t care much. But if there’s someone dying in front of you anyone would do what they could to help, right? And anyway, aren’t you the same? You usually don’t care much either, right?

Kazui: ……I wonder. This old man isn’t as much of a thinker as you are. I mean, until now I’ve been in an environment where it’s all about having physical strength. So I’ve never really thought about stuff like that.

Yuno: Haha, we’re the same in that we’re both liars too. I guess the difference is the reasons we lie. You care about yourself, so lie to protect yourself. I don’t care about anyone at all, including myself.

Or this conversation with Mikoto which isn't a fucking warning either Kazui-

24/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Mikoto: ––No, it’s just…… I’m happy for the thought…… But I don’t even know myself what I’ll do next. So I can’t really hang out at the moment, y’know? But…… haha, aren’t you scared, Kazu-san?

Kazui: Hmm, I guess because of my work, I’m used to dealing with rowdy youngsters. Obviously you have your reasons. I don’t feel like prying, though. Well, whenever you feel like it, you’re always welcome. If you’re always on your own it’ll just make you feel worse. I’ll be company if you need to relieve some stress.

Mikoto: Yeah…… I’m not really, y’know, used to relying on other people. Like, I start to worry that I’m being a burden. And it’s hard for me to deal with feeling so pathetic…… If I do say so myself, I’m super Japanese, haha……

Kazui: Hm…… well, I’m fine whatever. If this is what’s easiest for you, I won’t force you. But you know, being in your 20s is still super young. It’s great that you’re so disciplined, but most people won’t worry if you’re a bit of a burden. I mean, I’m almost 40, and I feel like I’m still a kid now.

Or are you referring to these two conversations-

20/06/19

Kazui: By the way…… thanks, Shina-chan. You keep going around and talking to people to make sure the mood never gets too sour, right? It’s a big help. We’re all in here together, after all. If a fight broke out the whole group could fall apart.

Mahiru: ……eh? Huh~? Ah, no, I’m just talking to people because I personally want to talk. All the kids are so cute, so I can’t help but want to fuss over them! A fight, huh… But if that ever happened, then you’ll definitely be a big help, right~? Since you’re so big! And buff!

Kazui: Ahh, no. I mean, I’ll do what I can. Based on appearance, as long as nobody has a weapon, I think I can probably get everyone under control…… No, we should just hope that nothing like that ever happens.

Mahiru: You know, I quite like watching martial arts, actually. I don’t really get it, but it looks super cool. Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

20/06/23

Futa: Old man, don’t just laze around so carefree like that. Haven’t you thought about how to break out from here? With your physique, you can probably take out the guard and escape, right?

Kazui: Ahh…… Ok, let’s put it this way. You got caught up in a bank robbery, and the culprit has blocked off the police. From a glance, they look pretty weak, and don’t seem to be holding any weapons. Would you try to arrest them yourself?

Futa: ……if it looked like I’d be able to, then I would. You said they’re weak and don’t have any weapons, right? Everyone else in the building’s life is on the line. Those who can fight should fight.

Kazui: Haha, I wouldn’t recommend that. Even if they look weak, they might actually be a lot stronger. They might have an accomplice hiding somewhere. And they might not look like they have a weapon, but could easily be hiding a gun ……you shouldn’t act until you have absolute confidence in your assessment. So, for now I’m going to sit back and assess the situation. And on that note, I’m off for a smoke~

Given that other translations have said he's was saying you should have stopped him like I'd assume he was talking about one of the guys. At best Mikoto since he was brought up by Kazui specifically in his second voice drama. Though other translations have no mentions of gender instead saying them or you (as in Es).

Either way listing everything he really did warn a lot of people that there may not be much he could do if an attack broke out or if they kept happening. So this appears to be an honest reaction to what has happened.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Interrogation

CW: manhandling, creepy whumper, psychological whump, fucked up superhero agency, implied torture, interrogation gone wrong, aftermath of raid

Masterlist

There’s no clear line between waking and not—just a creeping awareness of how wrong everything feels. The tilt of Teddy’s head is off, gravity pulling in strange directions, his body a disjointed puzzle he can’t quite piece together. 

As he regains consciousness, it hits him– all coming back, all at once– and his stomach drops. He shifts, instinctively, but cold restraints bite into his wrists, holding him fast. 

There’s dried blood matted into his hair. His right eye won’t open all the way. Something is wrong. His body, his mind—everything’s breaking apart. 

Then– 

Rufus. 

Bile rises in Teddy’s throat, worry twisting his stomach into knots of red horror. He had closed the teenager into the hiding spot before Savior had gotten in, but did he stay hidden? Was he still safe?  

The door swings open, as if on cue, and a man in a blue-striped shirt steps in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The smoke peels upwards, vanishing into the white light. 

Teddy swallows. Hard. “Hello.” His voice cracks, his anxiety carrying his voice up an octave. 

The man smiles, lifting his cup in greeting. He takes a sip, then sets it down with a careful, deliberate motion. There’s something very controlled about everything he does. “Good morning.” 

Teddy’s voice doesn’t quite work the way he’d like it to. “It’s morning? How long–” How long have I been here? 

His panic is tangible, physical, very much there in the room between him and the officer, with only the desk between them. 

The man’s blue eyes are deep set and they widen dramatically as he laughs. The man doesn’t miss a beat. “It’s eleven a.m.” 

“Oh.” Fuck. Then. “Where’s– can I ask, sorry, where’s Elias?”

The man folds his hands around his mug. His smile reveals crooked teeth framed by a scratchy, half-grown beard but it seems genuine. “You’re polite, Mr. Wade. I appreciate that.” 

Teddy freezes. “How do you, wait–” he stammers, words coming out in uneven bursts. “How do you know my name?”

The man continues as if there’s been no interruption, but his smile tightens. “I’d like to ask you a question myself.” He lets the words hang in the air for a split second, then says, “Are you harboring a fugitive?” 

Teddy answers on instinct. “No, sir.” Lies on instinct. But his heart jumps into his throat and stays there. 

But he has to bite back a smile. Because that question means Rufus is safe.

Free.

Teddy shifts in his Christmas pajamas, ducking his head to hide the curl of his lips that he can't smooth out. Sure, his shoulders ache, and his blood is crusted in his hair, and the man across the table stares at him with an unreadable intensity.

But the taste of triumph is behind his teeth and he can feel the tension between his shoulders lessen in relief.

"No, sir," Teddy repeats, quieter.

The blue-eyed man leans forward with a quiet sigh. He's blunt, like a hammer, an open palm, a kick to the knees. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Wade. That would make my job rather difficult because I like you."

Teddy blinks rapidly, focusing on the dents on the table, on the dust motes floating through the light, on the dull thudding coming from his chest--anything other than those calculating eyes. "I'm not--" he breaks off, faltering, "I-- I have rights. Can I make my call?"

The man laughs. It's soft. "Do I look like the police to you, Theodore?"

Teddy's gaze flicks up. Shit. "You're..."

"Savior. Or at least, I work for them. No hero stuff though. Just a guy doing his job. So, where's the kid, kiddo?"

Alarm bells go off in Teddy's head. He plays dumb. "Who?" Then, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

"Oh, Theodore," his voice is conversational like they're discussing the weather. "Here's the thing. I don't believe you. And my friends? They don't believe you either."

Teddy scrambles for anything to say, and the sarcasm slips out before he can stop it. "Sorry, here's the thing, I go by Teddy. Theodore was my dad--"

The slap comes out of nowhere, knocking Teddy's head to the side. The taste of iron fills his mouth and Teddy, briefly, sees an explosion of stars.

He coughs, spitting blood onto the floor. It splatters in dark droplets against the stark white tiles. "You--" Teddy's voice cracks, "You can't do that!"

"Yeah, I kinda can." The man's kind demeanor becomes much more jarring as he slaps Teddy again.

Crack.

Teddy blinks hard, trying to clear the dizziness, and shifts his jaw to test for damage. The copper taste lingers, bitter and metallic.

"I'm not lying!" Teddy manages. "I'm not! I don't have a fugitive, this is ridiculous--"

The man crouches next to him, his face uncomfortably close. He has a tattoo peeping out of his shirt collar. "Do you think I'm stupid, Theodore?"

Teddy squeezes his eyes shut. He shakes his head slowly, his face throbbing with the movement.

He doesn't know what to do.

Their plans never went this far.

He has no idea.

"Don't make me ask my friends for help," the man says. He smells of too much cologne and it makes Teddy's eyes sting. "They won't be as gentle as I've been."

Teddy trembles.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs, his hand clamping down on Teddy's shoulder in a mockery of comfort, ignoring how Teddy flinches, breath faltering. “You're not built for this, are you?"

What Teddy wants to say is, I'm a fucking pianist, no. Instead, he says, in a whisper. "Sorry, but I don't know about any runaway."

The man's grip instantly tightens, pinching down.

And Teddy arches his back in pain, "Ah--"

"I never said anything about a runaway, Theodore," he whispers.

Teddy’s breath catches. “Runaway, fugitive—same thing!”

"So we've established you're a liar." The man's hand shifts to the back of Teddy's neck. “Good.”

Teddy squirms but says nothing, the silence broken only by the shallow rasp of his breathing.

"I'm going to get my friend." He pats the back of Teddy's neck and turns to leave.

As he picks up his coffee mug, he flashes Teddy one last smile. Cold. Deliberate. "And welcome to Savior, by the way."

Teddy's eyes widen. "What?"

"Yeah, you think you're leaving now? You lost that privilege when you started lying to me."

"No-- fuck, man, let me go!"

"See you around, kiddo."

Taglist: @rainydaywhump @whump-in-the-night @chaotic-orphan @violets-whumperflies @whump-till-ya-jump

[paingoes]

eeeee thank you so much for the tag :D !!!

1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it? 

Lesson? Not sure tbh. but there are definitely themes that recur throughout — complex/repeated trauma and the way it shapes your self image, codependency and bad friendships, having to grow up too fast, and culturally sanctioned violence and cruelty. i chose these because they’re relatable to me frankly! theyre things i think about a lot.

i feel like any lesson i pretend im giving is just going to come off as trite and i think at this point self explanatory. main ones:

“it is wrong when people mistreat you, regardless of how many people are doing it, regardless of how culturally acceptable it is”

and

“be careful about what ideas and behaviors you internalize and which ones you impose onto other people because it can end up hurting you all very badly”

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding? 

Sorry I am blanking on like every story I’ve ever been told right now. 

My worldbuilding front is pretty bare bones — it feels a bit more like a trope amalgam than something derived from any specific source. I guess Star Trek is the obvious one. I hadn’t actually seen Star Wars until well after starting this series but I think I definitely inherited the cultural idea of it. X-men also!!! that was a huge inspo behind the institute. evil x-mansion situation. 

Also, to come clean, the concept of psychics as i use them drew heavily from homestuck! The use of psychics in combat or as living batteries was a very minor element in the actual comic but it was a piece of worldbuilding that the fandom really latched onto for a time. so maybe it’d be more appropriate to say i was inspired by homestuck fanfiction. haha. please dont unfollow.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person? 

delta’s more specific goal is the abolition of empire, but he really just wants to make up for what he’s done. he wants to be useful and moral. he wants to be good.

paris’s main goal has only ever been survival, but there’s a large amount of egotism tied up in that. he also wants to be good, but he means it in a very different way than delta does. 

ummmm i hope my story can simply entertain people and make them happy! not much grander ambition. i just hope you like it :D

4. How many chapters is your story going to have? 

IDK bro. Rubies main arc is resolved, Crash Out is ending in one more chapter, and then uhhhh something really cool happens.

I’ll probably continue to write bonus chapters for both Rubies and Crash Out though!!! Things that occurred at random points in their timelines. I still have a couple of ideas for those.

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it? 

Original :) i post on ao3 and tumblr obviously 

6. When did you start writing? 

Started this last summer!!! And made my blog intro at roughly the same time. This has been so much fun.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

ummmmm i love you. it will be okay. i said this last time but please make sure your work is still in service of you and not the other way around!!! if you are writing for fun please make sure you’re actually writing for fun yknow. nothing on social media is real 🐓🚗 look at this chicken it is bigger than the car

uhhhh just gonna tag the other writers i follow to participate if they want :D 

@floral-comet-whump @sir-fenris @thewhumpcaretaker @chiswhumpcorner

Tag Game: Author Ask Tag

thxxxxxxx @sacratos for the tag!

Question Template: 1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it? 2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding? 3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person? 4. How many chapters is your story going to have? 5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it? 6. When did you start writing? 7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it? 

Don’t be an idiot and actually communicate with those you love, lol. In all seriousness, I don’t know if my story has a main theme, but there are several themes for sure. The importance of having family that loves and supports you (whether found or biological), taking back autonomy of oneself, and the importance of community.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding? 

Other BBU/pet whump authors! If you have written for the BBU, trust me, I have used some idea of yours as inspiration somewhere. I also use middle school me’s obsession with dystopian novels as inspiration as well.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person? 

All my MCs are trying to heal, in one way or another and I want my readers to connect with my characters in some way. Not really teaching a lesson or having some big, major theme, but I want my characters to feel real and connect with the readers (yes, even if you want to kill them you cannot touch Star, he is immune from death)

4. How many chapters is your story going to have? 

Hahahaha ha ha ha. . . yeah, no clue

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it? 

Original content from my brain! I post it here, and only here

6. When did you start writing? 

The minute I learned what stories were. I think I wrote my first “story” (bible fanfiction. No I will not be taking questions about that) when I was about seven or so, then my first full fanfiction at nine and I have not stopped since. 

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Read! Seriously, I cannot stress this enough! Read! And not just to compare yourselves with other writers–please don’t do that at all–but read to see how others write emotion, descriptions, characters, plots! Take what you like and figure out why you don’t like other kinds of writing, then apply what you want to your own writing. Also, your writing voice will develop in time. Don’t worry about that.

A large chunk of people I follow are writers! Can’t list all of them here, but they know who they are and their writings have inspired and shaped both my style and my content. Ilyasm! 

Tagging (w/o any pressure!) @quietly-by-myself @whump-card @sparrowsage @whumble-beeee @whumpyourdamnpears and anyone else who wants to join in!

[primus-why]

I Feel TFOne Could've Handled This Better...

Hot take but I feel like folks have been really generous with the take that OP was unable to find ~the perfect words~ in the heat of the moment (and thus should be given some grace) when he told D to stand down and "not be like Sentinel"... namely cuz I don't feel that the narrative supports this?

Like-- after all is said and done, OP doesn't reflect on that part of their split. He doesn't have a moment where he seeks validation or voices his regrets over the choice of his words, it's actually cut-and-dry. The narrative (as it stands) supports that OP saw D-16 acting up, so he called him out and stood on business, down to the last scenes where he's basically like "yeah it's a shame but y'all knew I had to do it to 'em."

It didn't have to be much! I'm not saying to absolve Megs, just show OP looking at things from a different perspective/contemplating a bit on that tough choice and the morality of the moment. Some examples of what I wish we had:

B-127 straight up blurting the obvious by later chatting with Orion like, "Wait so you told your best friend that he was acting just as bad as the guy who enslaved us for our entire lives and was torturing him like an hour ago? Oof. Seems kinda harsh." Then have some of OP's regret show on his face.

OP asking Elita-1 after Megs is banished if he did the right thing. Have Elita back his choice up, saying, "You should have seen what he did after you were... gone. It was terrifying. I know it was tough, but you made the right call." OP is grateful for the support, but a conflicted look still flashes across his face before he steels himself to look out towards the horizon... and the future.

Have OP walk past other mechs/former miners who didn't go with the High Guard saying stuff like, "Wish I could've given Sentinel a piece of my mind!" "Yeah, but I'm glad he's gone for good." "Ugh I miss everything." "Oh, it was crazy! Megatron picked him up and then he rrrrriiipped-- oops, hey there, Mr. Optimus... Prime... sir?" And have OP wave hello, looking a bit sick when they leave.

Post-credits scene with Starscream going on and on, asking Megs when they'll be back to teach the upstart Prime a lesson. Megs grabs his face to shut him up. "Patience, Starscream. The Prime thinks I'm no better than Sentinel... but I'll show him. He wants Iacon? He can have it. In the meantime we'll take the rest of the planet! Then I'll come back, crush Prime under my heel, and we'll take Iacon too. Sentinel's reign will barely be a footnote, because I'm about to become Optimus Prime's worst nightmare." The vocal performance would really need to sell this-- like picture Megs saying something like that from a place of anger and hurt, not so much a place of genuine evil or malice.

Basically instead of Orion's assertion being backed up as black and white/good vs bad, I wish we had some different opinions/reactions from the characters sprinkled in there. Like you can't tell me out of allllll the miners who weren't strong enough/willing to go with the High Guard and ended up sticking around that NONE of them were like "eyyo honestly?? Kiiiiinda glad Sentinel is dead. Wish I could have helped, tbh." like come onnnnn...

And you can't even argue that he's not an active threat-- I don't think everyone would see things that way! It's not just about the threat he physically has, but the threat he represents and is very likely to act upon if given the opportunity! He has a proven track record of not only being sneaky and conniving, but also capable of dealing some serious damage/killing people bigger and stronger than him, plus he has the backing of the Quints. All he'd need to do is wriggle his way out of jail and run off to his sponsors, then he'd probably be back to hurt more people! (If the Quints didn't just kill him out of incompetence lmao). There's a lot of "ifs" here, but I think it's a valid argument that not everyone would agree on what is the right or wrong way to handle Sentinel once he was down long enough to, like, do something about him.

I feel the situation needed a bit of nuance. In some way I wish they had kicked the can and had D and Orion bicker while Sentinel escaped, then have D get frustrated enough by the loss of Sentinel to point fingers (and his fusion canon) at Orion, who then falls and becomes OP. (Megs could still show some of thar emotion/remorse right after he does it too.) Not only would this open the door for a sequel, but tbh the Quint might have just killed Sentinel anyways and sought to deal with the miners uprising themselves lol. (Maybe that could have been an after credits scenes too instead of the B-127 bit??)

Would love to see a moment in a sequel where they have a calmer moment after arguing for a bit. Have OP mention how Megs was out of line, that it hurt and even scared him to see him act that way, and Megs can quietly point out "you said I was as bad as Sentinel... is that really how you see me? After everything we went through?"

Then OP can fumble the bag again lmao like "D, I... I'm sorry, that didn't come out right... but you still took things way too far..."

"Why am I not surprised-- your opinion is what matters the most! Maybe that's why you became a Prime, since you're so good at acting like the world revolves around you--!"

*gets interrupted by someone else before another yelling match ensues*

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol