#oh and he said i should do one (1) nice thing for myself this week

[tedwinesupernova]

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[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 2 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

pt. 1 here

I could be talked into a pt. 3 if people want it

It had been a week since the Austin GP and forgetting about what happened had been impossible mostly because Max would not leave you alone.

He didn't reach out directly, but every morning this week, you had woken up to a new gift outside your door. Flowers, chocolate, coffee, pastries, clothing, etc. You had no idea how he even knew your address.

You struggled with what to do. On one hand, you had missed your best friend for a long time. You missed the inside jokes, the comfort you found in him, and supporting one another. But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about how he threw it all away because he was scared of loving you. You had never been scared of loving him, even if you never said. Well maybe that was hypocritical.

Saturday morning an envelope accompanied the box outside of your door. You opened the box first, revealing a vintage RedBull racing bomber jacket that cost who knows how much. It was cute, you'd give it that. Opening the envelope you froze as you read the letter that sat next to a paddock pass for the Brazil GP.

I know you hate me and you have a good reason to but I will do anything to have you back by my side even if you refuse to look at me. Please come to Brazil, I know it's your favorite track. You can stay on Checo's side of the garage if it makes you feel better.

Love, Your Max

Brazil was your favorite track and in the past you had always travelled down early to experience the culture for a bit before the racing started.

You facetimed Carmen, hoping to talk this through with someone else.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked, clearly in the middle of a workout.

"Oh, I can call later if you're busy," you said and she shook her head.

"No, it's okay!"

"Max invited me to the Brazilian GP," you told her slowly and her eyes widened.

"Wow."

"I know, I don't know what to do."

Carmen was silent for a little bit, clearly thinking. "Is there any part of you that wants to make up with him?"

"Yes," you admitted quietly. "But I hate myself for even thinking that. I don't want to just forget about everything that happened and take him back with open arms."

"I don't think you necessarily have to forget what happened but maybe focus on the people you both have grown to be in these last few years. Maybe treat it like you are starting over."

"So you think I should go?"

"Selfishly yes of course," she said grinning and you couldn't help but smile back. "You don't even have to spend time with him. Just see how it feels to be around him."

After hanging up with Carmen, you texted the number Max had given you for his assistant in order to get flights and a hotel figured out.

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You landed in Brazil on media day and didn't plan on going to the track until Saturday. Max was pulling out all the stops even when he couldn't see you as evidenced by the ridiculously nice hotel he put you in. The view was amazing and laying on the bed was a variety of your favorite snacks and drinks with a card that read "I'm so glad you're here -your Max."

The 'Your Max' thing was working even though you hated to admit it. You spent the next two days traveling around the city by yourself and then with Carmen.

Saturday rolled around and you found yourself nervous to be at the paddock despite Carmen's constant reassurances. You hadn't seen Max yet and you weren't really sure what to say when you did.

Funny enough, the first person you ran into when you made it to the RedBull garage was Christian Horner.

"Y/n!" He said surprised to see you. "It's been a while, how are you? You know my wife is obsessed with your tik tok channel."

"Ahh tell her I said thank you," you replied kindly. "I've been doing well."

"We're glad to have you back," he said and your heart swelled. "It's been a rough year for him."

"I'm not sure I can change that," you said politely and he gave you a look.

"You just being here might," he commented before leaving you to go talk with the mechanics. You wandered around the garage, catching up with a lot of people you hadn't seen in a long time.

Max spotted you as he was coming out of his drivers' room and his heart stopped. Of course he knew you were in Brazil, but he still wasn't 100% sure you'd show up. He didn't think he should approach you so he just lingered by watching you. You felt him watching you and looked over at him, trying to control your breathing and gave him a small smile.

He smiled back before being called off to get ready for the sprint. Leaning against the back wall you pulled your headphones and settled in to watch. Max was doing pretty good, battling with Charles for most of the race. Your face appeared on the broadcast and you smiled to the camera, giving it a small wave.

After the race you checked your phone to see that you'd been tagged in countless tweets.

@.username12312: Was that y/n y/l/n in the RedBull garage? I thought her and Max had a falling out???

reply to @.usernam12312 @.user345: Yeah they haven't been friends for a long time. It had something to do with Kelly

reply to @.user345 @.username12312: oh yeah, you're right! I always liked y/n better anyways

You were amused reading the speculation and decided to stir the pot further. While Max was doing interviews you found Checo in the garage and asked him to take a picture with you. The confused man agreed and you quickly posted it to your Instagram story with the caption: My favorite RedBull driver, good luck tomorrow!

Carmen and Lily both slid up with laughing emojis and you walked back to Max's side, trying to avoid the rain. It was really coming down now and you weren't sure if they would even be able to go out on the track. You found Max a little while later sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sunk down next to him, holding your knees into your chest.

"Think you'll be able to go out there today?" You asked casually and he looked over at you, clearly excited to hear you speaking to him.

"I would say probably not," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow morning."

"How much longer until we know?"

"Another half hour would be my guess," he said. "I can call for someone to take you back if you want to leave now?"

"No, I'll wait," you said looking down at your phone. You sat in silence for a while and the rain was starting to make you very sleepy. Losing the battle with yourself, you rested your head on Max's shoulder and he stiffened.

Max smiled to himself as you dozed off and the two of you caught the attention of the cameras, the photo soon to be splashed everywhere online. Quali was called off and Max nudged you awake, reaching out to help you up.

"Ride with me back?" He asked hopeful and you nodded. You ran into George and Carmen on the way out and she gave you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes at.

"You guys should come out to dinner with us," George said. "We're meeting up with Alex and Lily too."

You hesitated, not wanting to miss out but at the same time your social battery was dead. You could only handle so much social interaction before you were craving your warm bed to snuggle into. You started to give in and agree but Max cut you off.

"I think y/n is done being around people for the day so I'm going to take her back."

You looked at him surprised and the realization that he still knew you so well just added more fire to the internal turmoil you were facing. Bidding them goodbye, you followed Max out of the paddock and into the car he had rented for the weekend. The car ride was silent as well as the elevator ride up to your floor.

Max followed close behind you as you made your way to your room and it was starting to irritate you.

"You don't need to walk me to my room Max," you said and he looked at your sheepishly.

"I'm in the one right next to you."

"Are you fucking serious?" You asked frustrated. "I need space Max!"

"I just want you to be safe," he defended and you rolled your eyes.

"From what?" You exclaimed. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend I mean ex-girlfriend is from here. Think she's sending people after me?"

"I don't think that's funny," he said, eyes darkening. "Sue me for wanting you close to me. I'm not going to apologize for that."

"You are the worst," you bit out before shoving into your room, slamming the door.

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Stepping out of the steaming shower and back into the bedroom you glanced worriedly out the window. You wouldn't necessarily say that you had a fear of thunderstorms but they tended to make you uneasy.

Trying to distract yourself you put on South Park, your favorite show to watch in a hotel, but it didn't work. After a couple of booms you were still on edge. Sighing you got up and left your room, hoping a small walk around the hotel would ease your mind. By the time you made it back, Max was leaning against the wall by your door, waiting for you.

"Can't sleep?" He asked and you nodded.

"The storms."

"You always were scared of them," he teased and you scoffed.

"I'm not scared of them!" Right as you said that, a streak of lighting flashed by the hallway's window followed by a loud crash of thunder. You jumped a little and Max smirked.

"Come on," he said gesturing back to his room. You hesitated and he sighed. "We both know you won't fall asleep alone to this."

Giving in, you followed him into his room. It was a carbon copy of yours and you were amused to see South Park playing on his tv. He climbed into his bed but you stopped short; the scene in front of you reminded you of so many times before. When you traveled with him back in the day you'd often find yourself in his room at night hanging out. You always fell asleep and woke up in his arms, neither of you ever saying anything about it.

Max sat up in the bed looking at you, he knew what you were thinking.

"Y/n," he said softly as he watched you wipe a tear from your eye.

"This is so hard Max," you said, voice breaking. "How am I supposed to just forget?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not even like you broke my heart that day," you said meeting his eyes. "You had chipped away at it for so long that there wasn't even anything left to break."

Max's heart dropped and he moved over closer to where you were standing, so that you were now eye level.

"I was so scared back then y/n," he said and you put your head into your hands. "So scared of failing that I did things I shouldn't have done, like pushing you away to protect myself."

"Protect yourself from what?" You said, looking back at him.

"Your unconditional love," he said sadly and you tried to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.

"You acted like nothing happened, I watched you move on with your life," you accused, whispering to him.

"I did not move on, I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep for months and I latched on to you in whatever way I could through your videos or podcast. Every picture or video you saw of me was strictly PR."

"But you never reached out, not once in these past few years," you said, starting to grow angry with him.

"Neither did you!" He exclaimed.

"That's not fair Max," you retorted, moving away from him.

"Isn't it though? You accused me of moving on but I watched you do the same. I watched your popularity grow, watched you start to travel around the world, watched you post with other guys. You didn't need me to be happy."

"I needed my best friend!" You yelled and he flinched. "I needed you to be there to call when I got a new deal! I needed you to be there to lean on when I had self doubt! You ruined everything Max. I could never be truly happy celebrating something because in the back of my mind I was thinking about how you should have been there with me!"

Max squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the bed.

"I don't know how to fix this schatje," he whispered and you flinched at the term of endearment. "Everything has been so dark for so long. I am okay with you hating me forever. Because even if you just look at me, it'll be a better day than what I've had."

Sniffling, you stared into his red rimmed eyes. "I want to forget about you so badly Max but I can't."

He smiled softly at you before patting the bed.

"Please sleep here tonight, it will make me feel so much better knowing you were well rested. I'll sleep on the pull out couch," he said standing up.

"Just sleep in the bed with me," you said sighing, wiping the tears from your face before climbing into the bed. Max slid in next to you, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you and you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his alarm woke you up at 4:30 and you groaned sleepily. Max's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in your hair as he refused to open his eyes.

"Max, you have to wake up," you said and he mumbled incoherently into you. You pried his hands off your body and stood up, stretching. He watched you lazily from the bed, wondering if this was a dream.

"I'm going to go get ready and then I'll meet you back in the hallway in 30 minutes okay?" You asked him and he nodded. Leaving his room you headed back into yours to get ready for the day. Your eyes were still a little swollen from last night but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.

Pairing the new RedBull jacket with a black jeans you gathered all your stuff before texting Carmen about what had happened last night. All she responded was that we would discuss it in person and sent a winky face.

Max looked more awake standing out in the hallway and you both left for the track.

Qualifying was a mess to put it simply. Crash after crash after crash. It was spiking your anxiety to watch and you were just praying that Max would make it out unscathed. He did make it without crashing, but not without controversy.

You grew furious as you watched everyone in Q2 get to finish their laps following Lance's crash except for Max and Esteban. This made him miss out on Q3 for the first time in forever. You knew he was pissed when he got out of the car and his eyes met yours for a brief second. He talked to his engineers before grabbing your hand to drag you with him to over where he had to do interviews.

Standing behind the reporter you watched him try to contain his anger.

“If a guy goes straight into the wall, it is a straight red,” he said. “I don't understand why you need to take 30, 40 seconds for a red flag to come out...”

His voice was rising as he said it and both you and the reporter braced for the impact of whatever he was going to say next. He started to say something but then looked over at you and stopped himself, taking a deep breath before waving off the question.

“I don’t care in all honesty, it is so stupid to talk about. It’s ridiculous.”

He answered a couple more questions about the race happening later and you waited patiently. Christian came to join you and gave you a knowing look.

"I told you that being here would make things better," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I'm giving you credit for him avoiding more community service."

Things got even better after that with Max winning the Grand Prix in what you could only describe as a complete masterclass.

As the celebrations wrapped up, you and Max found yourselves alone in the quiet of the garage, both still processing the day's whirlwind. He glanced at you, a hesitant warmth in his gaze.

Max reached for your hand, gently holding it, as if afraid you'd slip away again. "I'm glad you came, I've needed you here for a long time."

"I'm still not sure where we stand Max," you said unsure of how to deal with what you were feeling.

"As long as your standing next to me, I'll be okay," he said cheekily and you smiled. You knew that your relationship had a long way to go but maybe, just maybe, it was finally starting again.

pt. 3

[beardysuits]

Bulking Up pt 1

Ian, just the sight of him inspired conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to jealousy, to desire, to lust. Ian was the pretty boy of the office and the boss's favorite. He could literally do no wrong, and yet, I was probably the only one who knew what he was really like. See Ian and I went to college together and even participated in the same internship program. He and I also had to share the same job duties, schedule, and workload. Only Ian decided his time wasn't worth the work and decided it was up to me to do the work for both of us. Obviously initially I told him absolutely no way, but that all changed when he got some dirt on me.

Mr. Galveston was head of the law firm Ian and I worked at and if we were tasked with naming the first three words which came to mind when we though of him, it would be intimidating, big, and daddy. Despite running an entire firm and raising three kids, Mr. Galveston still seemed to have the time to run every morning and lift weights. It helped too that he was graced with the hairline of a 20-year old and the skin I'm sure he had to perform a ritual sacrifice to obtain. As you can imagine, I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, he was prime spank bank material! Unfortunately those late nights alone were not enough for me and my stupid horny brain.

I may have definitely broken some HR guidelines. One day we had a meeting where Mr. Galveston had praised my latest work and it ended with a "good job son". My cock immediately got hard and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as the meeting concluded, I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to pump one out. What I didn't realize is that Ian had followed me, peaked over the stall door and snapped a photo of me, hand gripping my cock and cumming all over the toilet bowl.

"Say cheese," he said to me. The cheeky bastard. I begged Ian not to tell anybody what I had done and he agreed, for a price. So, that was how I got stuck working later and later hours to get the work done for both of us, while Ian sat on his ass all day flirting with our female colleagues. And the worst part about it? If Ian in some weird twist of character told me to get on my knees and blow him, I would still say yes in a heartbeat. I mean, he was built like a god. 6 pack, veiny arms, pecs like an olympian. He was a fucking model and he knew it. Meanwhile there was me, pudgy, couldn't grow a beard to save my life, and just short enough for him to call me munchkin as he held his hand out for his work. I hated his guts.

It was a typical Tuesday night at the office and I had ordered myself a pizza, which I ate at my desk while wrapping up my work and about to start Ian's. I glanced at the clock. 6 PM. I should have been able to leave an hour ago, but got held up doing some data entry Ian was tasked with at noon. Now I still had a stack of papers for him to get started on. There was a rap of knuckles at front of my desk. I looked up to find Tabitha, the office kook. She was a nice enough woman, but she certainly didn't have too many people speak with her for a reason.

"Marty, what are you doing here so late?" she asked me. I swallowed my latest bite and cleared my throat.

"Just need to finish some things here and I'll be heading out. What about you?" I asked her. She sighed and twirled the medallion she always wore around her neck.

"Catching up from my vacation. Being gone a week lets things pile up. Oh, but what I wouldn't do to return to Europe in a second..." she droned on and on about her trip, which I had heard about three times already. But, she was also one of the few people to be genuinely kind to me, so I let her ramble while I set Ian's work aside.

"Oh and goodness! I almost forgot! How could I?" he said, startling me awake after I had zoned out. She pulled her purse forward and fished around in it before holding her closed hand out to me.

"I found this little beauty while I was out there. There's a small village out in the countryside which is said to be the ancient home of witches. I saw this and just thought of you," she said. She opened up her hand, and in her palm was... a rock.

It was a pretty rock, don't get me wrong. It shone and had shimmers of jade green crackling along it's flat surface. But again, it was a rock.

"Oh wow Tabitha that's... beautiful," I told her. She nodded, took my hand, and placed the rock in my palm.

"It's said to be a wishing stone. You hold it close to your heart, wish your deepest desire to it, and place it under your pillow. It's said those who are truly worth of their wish will have it come true."

I twirled the rock around in my hand before setting it on the desk.

"Thank you Tabitha, that's very sweet of you," I told her. I really was touched she thought so nicely of me.

"Well, make sure you have that wish be a good one. Maybe even get you out of here a little earlier next time," she said with a wink. "I have to go home to the cats though, you find your way out of here soon, okay?"

I waved her off as she went the door. I got back to Ian's paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. The stone kept catching my attention. It was like it caught the light at every angle and shone its shimmering green gaze back at me. About an hour later, I gave up and left Ian's work half done.

Once I was home, I slumped on the couch and turned on some TV. I couldn't even focus on the most mindless of shows though. Every thought came back to the stone. I fished it out of my pocket and turned it through my fingers. Wish on the stone and it would come true, yeah right....

I could see my reflection in the window next to the couch and sighed. My glasses were askew and somehow I didn't notice. I adjusted them and saw a pudgy little geek, still in his work suit, too tired to even take it off. I pushed at my belly, which for the past few weeks kept pushing harder and hard to get out of this tight button down shirt. Sighing, I looked at the stone. Why not?

I wish... I wish I could have what Ian has.

Of course that's where my mind went. Ian had it all. Looks, charm, and now a little nerd doing all of his work for him. My eyes became incredibly heavy and it was like I got hit with a tranquilizer. No surprise, working late hours had become the norm. My hand slumped behind the couch cushion and not a second later, I slumped off to sleep.

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The ringing of my phone fluttered my eyes open. I grumbled trying to find it in the depths of the couch cushions. Eventually I found it stuck deep in the back. I held it up and turned off my alarm I had set. 6 am, perfect time to be awake. I tried to open my phone through half closed eyes. It had facial recognition, but the stupid thing couldn't catch on to my face. I retired a few times before it prompted me to put in the passcode. I fumbled with it some before finally getting in, and going over some emails. I stumbled off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.

I had to find some Tylenol, I had a killer headache. I was just about to reach the bathroom when I felt something catch on my feet and force me down. I crashed to the ground and groaned. Fuck... what the fuck even happened? I turned around and saw my pants around my ankles. Or... wait what? I could see down my legs, which were half the size in girth, but twice the size in length. That's... a trick of the morning grog right?

I turned myself around to sit on the ground and looked my legs up and down. They were hairier than before, and the skin was taut with muscles spreading across the curvature of my calves. Holy shit what the fuck was going on? I panicked standing up, kicking off my pants in the process. Rushing to the bathroom, I threw the lights on and was met with Ian in the reflection!

Holy fuck!

I grabbed at my cheeks and pulled at them, which Ian mirrored perfectly in the reflection. Grabbing at my chest through the now oversized shirt, I patted myself, feeling a rock-hard torso in return. I gripped at the button and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the bathroom floor. I was met with Ian's muscles greeting me. Tracing my (Ian's?) fingers over them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Oh my god, I was Ian! Almost instinctively, my fingers rubbed over his nipples and I could feel the same shiver race down my body.

I looked down and found Ian's cock flopping, not even attempting to be contained my XXL underwear that was at least three sizes too big now. My hand was trembling as I slipped the boxers down and found his veiny cock fly almost wildly.

It had just as many veins as his arms did and was almost as thick as them it felt like. I took my new hands and gripped the shaft, it felt so natural to be holding on to it. Even a couple of strokes in and I found out that Ian was quick to precum. My new cock was instantly lathered up as I slicked it back and forth, each pump making his cock feel even girthier somehow.

I laid one of his hands down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself. Ian was hunched over, stroking his cock and smiling mischievously at me.

"Oh fuck daddy, that feels so good," I said without even thinking. "Ohhhh... FUCK Mr. Galveston, pound my tight hole!" I yelled. I thrusted myself back and forth, fantasizing about my boss bucking my hips as he plowed his thick daddy dick deep into Ian.

"Harder! Faster! That's right sir, breed meeeeee," I begged. I bit my lip and made Ian look back at my pathetically. Oh if I could only get Mr. Galveston to ACTUALLY fuck my new hole, make me his little bitch. I pumped harder and harder, fucking my new hand. I could feel the cum build until eventually climax hit.

I let go of my cock and moaned as loud as I could, feeling Ian's cock spray his delicious cum all over the bathroom. It was like a fire hose was set loose, letting streams spray around the room. Each bit hit harder than the last. Eventually I was left standing in the bathroom, breathing heavily and watching as Ian tried to stand up straight after spraying his essence everywhere.

Once I got control of myself again, I peered into the mirror and saw through the drips of cum, Ian's face elated. I couldn't help but smile at my new face and body, now ready to take on the world. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the cum which was beginning to run down the mirror's face. It tasted so fucking good, like pure masculinity was captured in a liquid state.

Watching Ian become my little lap dog at my bidding made me horny all over again. This was just me going solo, wait until I use my phone to download Grindr and see what fresh pieces of meat want a slice of Ian! Speaking of my phone, it started to rumble on the counter. I picked it up and my heart sank, it was Ian. I cleared my throat, trying to emulate my old voice before answering.

"Uhh.. he-hello?" I choked out.

"What did you do you son of a bitch?!" Pierced through the other line. I coughed again.

"Ian? What's going on?" I asked.

"Like you don't fucking know! What do you look like right now? Who the fuck are you?!"

I recognized the voice, it was mine! Oh shit, I didn't just become Ian, we swapped!

"Ian, I gotta come clean, I'm you," I told him. What was the point in hiding it?

"What. Did. You. DO!?" He screeched. Damn, was my voice always that high pitched? It was whiny and pathetic.

"First off, I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found myself like this. Secondly, calm down, we'll figure this out. Just... just get dressed and get to the office. We'll figure it out there, we need to act normal," I told him.

"Oh yeah fucking right! What the fuck am I supposed to wear? All I have here are my clothes and your fat fuck of a body sure as shit isn't going to fit in them!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," I said. "Listen, the sooner you get there, the sooner we figure this out. Better get dressed munchkin." Calling me by my old nickname felt empowering in some way. Before he could retaliate, I hung up the phone on him. Looking at myself back in the mirror and grinned back.

"Yeah, like I'd ever give this up," I said. But, I should probably get dressed and meet up with him. Looks like it's going to be a fun day. Now, let's see if I can find anything tight enough to show off this body.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Could you possibly write Professor Aizawa x college student reader, where UA is a college instead of a high school?

Teacher's Crush - Professor!Aizawa x College Student!Reader ☆ Part 1

Warnings: No smut but nsfw, fem-reader, Professor x student, age gap (readers in early 20s, Aizawa is 30), no sex and cliffhanger, unrealistic confession, not proofread, very ooc aizawa

Notes: OOF. I questioned if I should do this because it is admittedly a guilty pleasure, but it feels taboo?? Then I remembered some of the somno and dub-con stuff I've written and humbled myself down. Fiction is meant to be fun. You're in luck! The recent chapters of MHA rekindled my Aizawa fixation a bit. Very excited to write this.

I plan to make a part 2 of this that will include ooey gooey SMUT. There's just a lot that has to build up to their relationship.

The College won't be UA itself but an out of canon school. Any MHA students will not be included. Aizawa is an English teacher because I noticed that he likes reading in Vigilantes so maybe he has a secret passion for it.

Notes About Reader: Fem-reader, Honor student, shorter than Aizawa, curvy, early 20s

College had its challenges, but overall, you were an A+ student and even better, a teacher's pet. Or..professor's pet?

Professor Aizawa had a soft spot for you. One that he was ashamed of. But the thing was, he couldn't help himself be completely enamored by his favorite student. You were responsible, kind, humble, smart, and reliable. A brilliant student, he could tell from your essays and comments in class. A mind of your own. That's not to say that you were flawless. Sometimes, you'd make a grammatical mistake or two, but he ignorantly disregarded them (which he did not do with the other students) because he enjoyed the appreciative thanks you gave him on the school website when you got a perfect grade.

It's a good thing he was respectful, because you also waltzed into class with little slutty skirts and tops that conveniently showed off your waist and tits. Like today. Yeesh, playing the schoolgirl angle up much?

"Who can tell me the cultural significance of this week's reading?"

Professor Aizawa glanced around to the sounds of crickets. Even you weren't speaking up, though you did seem to have a peculiar look on your face. He wondered how your expression would shift.

"Y/n."

You jolted up and redirected your attention.

"What're your thoughts?"

"Oh, well, I assumed it was important because it showed the socioeconomic struggles of people in the real world in this time period and what they did to make ends meet."

"Great work. Sharp as always, Y/N."

You smiled at him with what seemed like a blush. This was regular lately. You always dressed nice, but lately, your outfits were more revealing, and you became more flustered at his praise. You were so cute.

He wanted you so bad.

And so did you.

Professor Aizawa was one of the younger instructors at this school, though still well older than you. But with his sluggish looks and broody attitude, you'd think he was older than 30. You weren't the only one charmed by him. You heard some students joke about who had the biggest dick out of all professor's and how Aizawa was easily on the top. You wondered how true that was...

He gave you looks that he didn't to the others and you weren't stupid. The As you recieved seemed undeserving at times, but he'd marvel at your work. You caught him peaking when you'd lift up from a chair and your body was on display for him. How soft his tone was with you, and an underlying lust from both of you.

"It's 4pm. Class dismissed." As everyone began gathering their supplies, Aizawa stood from his desk and came over to you.

"Y/N. I'd like to speak with you once everyone's left," he said as if it wasn't an option.

"Wha-what's wrong?" You panicked. You became anxious whenever you suspected you've done something wrong. Especially from Aizawa.

"Don't stress, just stay seated and wait for them to leave."

You nodded sheepishly. Aizawa stood by his desk, trying to keep distance between you and him. You didn't know what on earth was wrong and to upset your favorite professor would hurt you for the rest of the semester.

The rest of the students left, leaving the empty noise between you and Aizawa. He stood seated on his desk with his hands figeting with each other.

"You always tell us to get off the seats," you joke, not remembering that you may be in trouble right now.

"This is my desk. Those chairs are the schools."

"Right. I'm sorry, sir."

Mm.. you were too much for him.

"Why-why, uh. Did I miss an assignment? I did have a busy week so I'm not sure."

"No. Nothing like that. Your grades are perfect, one of the best in my class and I wager the rest of your classes, right?"

"Well, I'm not the brightest in CIS, but I have an A."

"The A is what matters. You seem pretty hard on yourself, I've come to notice."

"I-uh. Hm?"

"I have to pay attention to all my students to make sure you're all living up to your potential. You're talented, and you have a promising future. You're really not an English major?"

"No. I don't read as much as this class has me."

"You seem to like movies based on your personal essays. Film studies have similar elements, you know? But I'm sure you're going to do great things with your degree."

"Thank you, Aizawa. Um. You're much nicer to me than the others, I've noticed," you laugh nervously.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes."

Aizawa chuckled softly. The first laugh you've heard from him. You weren't sure if Aizawa was even capable of humor.

"Well it's because I.."Shota stammered, realizing he really didn't have a solid reason for keeping you behind. He figured just having a reassuring peptalk could win him moments with you. But you were catching on.

Shota's gaze zoned out on your breasts without thought. He admired your short stature and full features more than he should. It felt wrong. You were his student.

"What's that?" You asked.

"I suppose I just see you as a model student."

"Thank you, Professor Aizawa."

"Of course. I was wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in doing a work study as my personal teaching assistant."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. You'd recieve hourly pay and it's part time. I think you're smart enough to handle it."

"I mean, yea! I would love that. I've been trying to get work study for a while but I've had troubles."

Well, this was convenient he thought, considering it was spur of the moment. "I'm glad to hear that. You'll do great and I look forward to working with you."

While you were still here, Aizawa thought of another way he could capture your attention. Your outfit was a problem and it made him feel in checkmate. His cock would grow in his pants just at the sight and the filthy thoughts he had. Though it was against his personal beliefs on the matter, it could be worth it to scold you.

"You know...Y/N. Your sense of style is rather revealing as of late."

"Oh."

"I'm not mad. It's just that the students, especially the boys, might have a hard time focusing in class."

Aizawa eyed you with a faint look of wanting, as if he was trying to signal to you his intentions. He's already accepted he's borderline fucked if you two got together. Would he risk that? With the submissive and hungry pout you gave him back, though...hell yea he would.

"Am I being dress coded?" You perk up playfully.

"Mm..well, maybe you should show me if that skirt passes your fingertips, hm?"

You couldn't believe what was happening. You halfway doubted he was actually trying to make a move, but you realized that he was angled in a way to conceal his crotch from a boner.

"I- um!" You blushed and cracked a smile. You got up and started to check the fingertips, but Aizawa snickered again.

"I wasn't serious about that," he smiled at you, shamelessly looking you up and down. "Y/N, I'm really proud of you. So responsible, smart, attentive. Always in the front of my class, giving me a gorgeous smile. Are your clothes maybe a call for my attention, too?"

It's like he caught you like a deer in headlights. You stammered and looked down at the floor, in disbelief of what he was saying to you. You felt a tingle in between your legs, and Aizawa noticed your squirm.

"Come here," he looked at you with a motion of his pointer finger. So you obeyed and stood in front of him. "Do you have a crush on me?"

He got you.

You felt heated and panicked, worried this would be a problem. By how he spoke, it seemed thay he liked you too. But this was wrong, right?

"I..I mean, you are my favorite professor."

"Uh-huh..that's good to know,"he smirked, encouraging you to say more, but you kept quiet. "Is that why you're always nearly the only student to stay for extra lessons? With your smarts, you certainly don't need them."

"Well, it always helps to stay on top of things," you bluffed.

"That also explains you staring at me in the halls and through the teachers lounge window?"

Did he really notice that? You thought.

"..maybe. I'm sorry, Professor Aizawa.." You spoke in shame.

"It's alright, kitten."

!~¡☆!

Kitten

"This is very inappropriate," he remarks, as if you were the one who approached him.

"Well. Yea."

"Mhm. Are you able to keep a secret for us? Do you want that?"

You stared at him with huge eyes of excitement. You swore you must've been dreaming. You soon felt a calloused hand brushing up again your hand.

"How rational do you think this is?" You giggled, moving closer to rest your forehead on his.

"Not very. But it's not rational to force these things away, either." He sighed in relief, feeling his heart become warm. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me? Out of town, ideally."

"Yea. That'd be very nice."

[dark-frosted-heart]

Mirror, mirror...Who will sink into lustful dreams? - Roger Barel

This is Roger's story from Alfons' route release event in Kate's POV. If I get Roger's POV, I'll translate that too

Nsfw, Illusion?Roger is his own warning. You know, the usual josei dubcon...but in dream form.

As usual can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Are you ready? In that case: 3, 2, 1...

Following Alfons' rhythmic countdown, I opened my eyes—

—And found myself in the infirmary with Roger in front of me.

Kate: This suggestion's amazing...It's as if the real Roger's right in front of me!

Roger: The hell are you talkin' about?

The Roger before me furrowed his brows in confusion. Meanwhile, I was even more impressed by his reaction, as if it was actually Roger himself.

Kate: Um...I'll explain later. Do you remember when you and I had a fight last week?

~~ Flashback start ~~

What happened was that we had different thoughts regarding a mission. Roger wasn't listening to me at all—

Kate: I don't want to see you again!

After saying something so childish like a kid throwing a tantrum, I really didn't see Roger after that...

I lost my chance to apologize to him.

~~ Flashback end ~~

Kate: So I asked Alfons to help me...practice apologizing to you. He suggested that I see Roger in a dream.

Roger: So that's it... So we're in your dream, huh? You're earnest even with stuff like practicing how to apologize. I don't really care about what you said to me back then. I know you have your own thoughts, so don't worry about it.

Roger's illusion forgave me so easily. While it thought it was a typical Roger thing to do, I suddenly felt uneasy.

Kate: I wish the real Roger would say that same thing...

Roger: He did. It's me.

Kate: Just because Roger's illusion forgave me so easily, doesn't mean it'll actually turn out like this. I shouldn't just apologize...Should I prepare something...?

Roger: If you really wanna show your sincerity, then how 'bout you buy him a nice beer?

Kate: ...! You're right, I should!

Illusion Roger's suggestion was what finally gave me the courage to apologize to the real Roger.

(I'll apologize with this the next time I see the real Roger...)

Roger: By the way, little lady, why're you puttin' so much effort into making up with me?

Kate: Eh...

Roger: Hate to say this but, I don't mix business and pleasure. If you and I are fighting, it's not gonna affect your work, is it?

Kate: The reason why I want to make up with Roger isn't because of work...

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: I...I admire how Roger's researching curses and his diligent approach to treatment others. Though I think it'd be nice if you were less pushy or mean... I put my trust in Roger. That's why I don't want to stay on bad terms with him.

(I'd never say to Roger himself because he'd tease me...)

Roger: So you wanna make up with me cuz you like me?

Kate: L-like...That's not it.

Roger: Whaddya mean? Ah...not like, but love?

Kate: Why's it getting worse...!

Then, Roger's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in hard—

Kate: Nn...!

With practiced hands, he easily stole a kiss.

Roger: Any normal woman would keep her distance from a man who puts his hands on her. But you never run away when I do and you say you wanna make up with me. There's only one reason for that. You love me so much you can't stand it. That it?

Why does the degree of love increase each time?

Roger's confident gaze pierced through me and I almost nodded because of it.

Kate: I...

(Roger's right...I want to make up because of a considerable amount of fondness I have.)

(But...it's not because of romantic love or true love.)

I can't explain what's different, but I can't say I'm in love.

Kate: I do like you. As a fairytale write, Roger!

I fixed my gaze on Roger to emphasize that it was only a working relationship.

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: Roger's worth documenting, that's all I'm going to say.

I tried to attach some non-romantic rationale onto the reason why I want to make up with Roger.

Roger: Even so, it doesn't matter. If you like me for my humanity, then all you need is to like me as a man.

As soon as he said that, Roger pinned me down on the bed.

Kate: Why are you going in that direction? Let me go...!

Roger: Why...Because no matter how many times I bully you, you always come back with your tail waggin'. You really like me, but if you're gonna pretend that you don't...I'll expose you.

My hands were immediately pinned over my head.

I couldn't move because Roger was hovering over me.

Kate: Nn...

There was nothing I could do as Roger kissed me again.

Unlike last time, his tongue parted my lips and teased the inside, making my breathing ragged.

(Even though this is a dream and this Roger's an illusion, why does it feel so real?)

My kiss-addled mind couldn't comprehend it.

Kate: Nn...Nnn?!

I let out a muffled scream in Roger's mouth.

As expected, Roger's hand slipped beneath my underwear.

Roger: You're already so wet here...All this from kissing me?

A deep laugh rumbled in his throat and he moved his fingers, rubbing and pressing against my sensitive spot.

Kate: Do- Ahnn... Don't!

Roger: Not that convincing when you have such a lewd look on your face. Well, I'd rather be inside you instead of makin' you cum like this.

Kate: In...side? Ah...!

The fingers that had been stimulating my bud entered me and I let out a high-pitched cry.

Roger: Mm, you're tight here, little lady. Well, guess you'll get used to it.

Roger's fingers continued pumping his fingers in and out, making obscene sounds as he stretched me out.

Kate: Haa....! I can't...Nn...

Roger: I'm gonna need to use 3 or 4 fingers here if I'm gonna fit, you know?

Kate: You're not going to...put it...in...

Roger: You're stubborn. Your body's being honest though, look.

Roger's fingers pressed against a specific spot inside me and stimulated it relentlessly.

Kate: Ah...?! Not there...Nnghaa...

Roger: I know. Tapping this spot feels good, doesn't it?

Regardless of how much I protested and tried to wriggle away, Roger didn't let me go.

(This is my dream and Roger's an illusion... I was supposed to practice making up with him...)

(Why is this happening...?)

But what confused me even more was my heart...

(Even if the real Roger pushed me around like this too...I'd still want to make up with him)

(I know he's going to do terrible things to me...Have I gone crazy?)

[whatisthatmae]

Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader

Part 1

Authors note: my second post!! Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint! Enjoy!

Pronouns: She/Her

Y/n pov

I was on my way to hunt some fish to eat for dinner when I heard someone blowing the horn for some odd reason. I got up from where I was and then I see people rushing to see what had arrived at our shores. I stop what I’m doing and go see what the commotion is all about. Once I got there I see my parents, Ronal & Tonowari, and my siblings Tsireya & Ao’nung. I had skipped my way over to where all the people from my clan were, swinging my tail a bit side to side,only to see some new comers. They looked like they were from the Omatikaya clan from the forest.

My siblings were beside my parents by the time I arrived. I skimmed my gaze over the new comers only to see what looks like to be their eldest son looking my way. I look at him a bit confused, mostly because he was just..staring at me. Either way I at least tried to give him a small smile. I don’t really like new comers, or anything new that comes to our clan. My attitude is similar to my mothers so at first I don’t really like them,but I at least have some heart to be nice..unlike her.

She had been looking over these new people with a judging look on her face. Even though I wasn’t the one she was looking at, it made me nervous. Her whole gaze, just makes me nervous. My mother, and the boys mother started growling at each other when my mom got to close to what seems like the other woman’s mate I assume. Toruk Maktou has apologized for the woman’s behavior, blaming it on the flight on the way here.

After a while of talking, my father declared that me and my siblings will help the new family learn our ways. I was not really happy about it because I have better things to do, I am the second eldest child in our family. I am training under my mother to become the next Tsahík. “Father, you do know I have other things to do, correct?” I said with a scowl on my face. Me and my father have butt heads a lot ever since I’ve gotten older. “It had already been decided.” He said sternly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. I told my sister Tsireya to hurry up so we can get this over with. We showed the family to their Marui & I felt the older brothers gaze on me again. I don’t know what exactly he’s looking at me for though. Maybe it’s because my skin is sort of different? I don’t know. But I try to ignore it the best I could until the day was over. After a while their parents went with mine to go learn elsewhere, while me & my sister teach their children.

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After their lesson I tried to leave as fast as I could. I honestly like to keep to myself, it just feels better that way to be alone. When I was on the shore I felt someone tap my shoulder for a moment. I turn around & guess who it was. Yup, the older brother who I still don’t know the name of. “ Yes? Do you need something before I leave?” I asked, being as polite as I could. “Yes actually.” He said, I raised and eyebrow for him to continue. “Could you tell me your name? I’d at least like to know the name of the person I’m learning from.” He asked. I sighed and told him what he asked for. “ My name is ____” I said back to him.

“I was wondering if you would like to be friends? The other people I’ve met here are being… should I say, rude?” I hum in acknowledgement and nod my head. “Yes, that’ll be fine, I guess. I really must get going though. My mother would be furious if I’m late.” I said in a hurry. “Oh, we’ll I’ll see you around then?” He asked curiously. “ Yes, you will. Goodbye!” I tried to put a smile on my face that looked at least a bit real. “Bye!” He said back.

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It’s been a few weeks since the Sully’s have showed up on our island. Me and Neteyam have been getting to know each other better, and it’s been working. I’ve been opening up to him about this recently, like how I’ve been so stressed to keep up with my mothers expectations. He relates to my struggles too, which makes me feel better to say the least.

Neteyam has been getting better at his lessons too. I’ve taught him very well since he’s learned in such fast time. I’ve taught him every ting I know from riding an ilu, to hunting. I don’t really know what else to do when we “hang out” anymore…if you can even call it that. He says the we “ should hang out outside of the lessons” since their is nothing else that I can teach him.

Neteyam’s pov

Recently, I’ve been hanging out with ____ a lot. I’ve been making excuses to hangout with them or even just for the simplest things. Lo’ak is thinking that I like her, and I’m starting to see it. ____ is very mysterious, and interesting. She doesn’t really like to be out much with other people, and she has this fierce type attitude. Sort of similar to her mothers, just more..dialed back.

Today I made ____ a gift. It’s a bracelet from the shells from the shore that tuk and I found a few days ago. “Who is that for?” Lo’ak asked. “It’s none of your business, Lo’ak” I rolled my eyes at him while walking towards the place where me and ____ are supposed to meet. “ Its fine, I have a pretty good guess on who it’s for” he said. I huffed and kept waking. “Look big bro, someone’s gonna snatch ____ up and take her one day . Might as well and confess soon.” He said. “And why do you say that?” I asked. “ One of her brothers friends mentioned that he had a crush on her yesterday. So I suggest you hurry up and do it while you have the chance.”he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I sighed and just kept walking until I see ____.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 12: Since Lsu

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September 30, 2021

(y/n's pov)

its been..

18 days.

432 hours.

25,920 minutes.

1,555,200 seconds.

since i've talked to joe.

since our kiss.

since we cried on the sidewalk while it rained over top of us.

i had come to the decision to wait 2 weeks before possibly reaching out to joe, but now it had been 2 weeks and 4 days.

i did want to hear what he had to say.. but i was also nervous to hear what he had to say.

it was stupid for me to think the felt the same way, he could have any girl in the world; and there was no way he'd pick me.

over the past couple weeks, i've lost track of what day of the week it even was. i stayed in bed most of the time, busy feeling bad for myself.

gracie and jess had texted me everyday wondering if i had talked to joe yet. i'd tell them no and in they'd give me a pep talk in return.

they really wanted me to talk to joe, but i still had no clue to why.

it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon when my mom came in my room.

"good morning sunshine!" - your mom laughed

"not funny." - you

"i just thought i'd come in and check to see if you were alive." - your mom

"definitely alive, feel a little dead though." - you

"oh you're exaggerating. but.. you need to get up and out of this bed today. you, your father, and i have plans tonight" - your mom

"wait what? what are we doing?" - you

"we're going to the bengals game. joe got us three tickets but robin was the one to walk them over here. she said he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by coming over here." - your mom

"i don't know mom, i might not go. i don't know if i'm ready." - you

"this would be the perfect way for you two to talk, robin said he's going straight home after the game, win or lose. that's when you two can finally talk." - your mom

"i'm scared though." - you

"of what, honey?" - your mom

"what he's going to say." - you

"it's joe, y/n. it's the same boy you used to force to play barbie's with you. i wish you two would realize that you can't live without each other, and just stop fighting." - your mom

"it's hard to mom. it's hard to just see him as my childhood best friend when he's so much more to me." - you

"i understand, just tell me your decision before we leave." - your mom

"i will." - you

my mom gave me a small reassuring smile before disappearing out of my room.

joe hadn't left my mind once since that night at the bar and now i have to decide wether or not to go to his game.

on one hand, it was nice that he wanted to clear things up and the fact he invited me and my parents to his game today really showed he cares about our friendship.

but on the other hand he cared about our friendship.

to him i was nothing more than that, and at times it seemed like the only reason he talked to me still was because of how long we've known each other.

when i went downstairs for breakfast i immediately noticed robin sitting at the island with my mom. i had been avoiding her and jimmy too, only engaging in small conversation from time to time.

"hey honey!" - robin smiled

"oh hi! morning." - you

"you doing okay?" - robin

"uh.. i'm starting to get better, yeah." - you

"i'm really sorry honey, i hate seeing you hurt. especially over my damn son." - robin

"i'm fine, robin. i'll get over it." - you

"there shouldn't be anything you should have to get over! i raised him better than that. i mean has he even tried to explain to you why he did it.. or apologized?" - robin

"he has apologized, and he has tried to explain but i shut him down. he tried texting me, but after 2 days he gave up because i didn't answer. i'm sorry, i just can't talk to him yet." - you

"oh honey don't apologize, he really messed up. i understand you're side of it completely." - robin

i gave her a small smile before grabbing my breakfast and exiting the kitchen. before i got to the first step i turned around and asked robin something.

"hey robin?" - you

"mhm?" - robin

"is joe upset?" - you

"of course, y/n. that following tuesday, after practice joe went to the gym till dark. i had to call him and practically force him to go home. he's coming to a realization that he can't live without you and it's hitting him pretty hard. he won't talk much, to anyone really." - robin

"wow. i didn't know he was actually being affected that much." - you

"he's really upset with himself. he knows he messed up big time and wants to fix it. there have been a couple paragraphs he's showed me that he thought about sending you but i don't know if he ever did." - robin

"if he did i wouldn't know, i blocked him on everything.." - you

"that's your decision and i don't blame you. i wouldn't wanna hear from him either after what he pulled." - robin

"i'm just surprised he told you the truth." - you

"he wanted sound advice on how to fix the whole situation that's why. supposedly today was step one of his plan, you and your parents going to the game." - robin

"despite all of this, i cant but think about how sweet that is." - you

"i told you y/n, he really really cares about you. like a lot." - robin

"thanks for everything." - you said before walking upstairs with your breakfast

*time skip*

it was a few hours later and my parents had just left for the game. i decided to not go because i didn't want my first time seeing joe since the fight to be at such a huge event. both my parents and joe's respected my decision and said their goodbyes before leaving.

now that i was home alone i sat bored on my bed scrolling on my laptop looking for jobs.

i eventually gave up and picked my phone up off my nightstand to scroll through instagram. the first thing i saw was joe warming up and i couldn't help but smile, he looked so good.

when the game started i slipped one of joe's jerseys on and made my way into the living room.

once the game started i found myself zoning out while watching joe. he looked unbelievably good in his uni and it was hard not to watch him intently.

the whole first quarter every time the camera panned to joe he was looking up in the stands. it didn't take me long to figure out that he was looking for me.

(joes pov)

there was 2 minutes left in the first quarter and to my disappointment, y/n wasn't here.

i couldn't blame her, after all the shit i pulled i wouldn't come to the game to support me either.

but, there was a hope deep down that she would be here. the start of the 2nd quarter didn't make me give up either, i sat on the sidelines still staring up at the box my parents and y/n's parents were sitting in.

"joe. she ain't comin." - ja'marr

"you don't know that!" - joe

"i think she'd be here by now if she was going to come." - tee

i shrugged them off and while running onto the field with the rest of my offense i looked up at the box, she still wasn't here and that's when i concluded that she wasn't coming.

(y/n's pov)

i finished getting ready with 5 minutes in the 2nd quarter to spare. when i stood in front of my mirror i took in my appearance. i was wearing a  black long sleeve turtle neck with the black version of joe's jersey over top, biker shorts, and black combat boots to complete the outfit.

hurriedly i ran downstairs, grabbed my phone, keys's, and wallet before sprinting to my car.

i wanted to make it before halftime was over so when joe ran back out he would see me.

thank god my mom left my ticket on the kitchen table or else i wouldn't be able to get into joe's box.

when the security guard opened and i walked in, both sets of parents' faces lit up.

"y/n!!" - robin smiled

"hey y'all!" - you smiled

"come here, you can sit by me." - your mom grinned

i moved over and plopped down between my mom and robin.

"what made you decide to come?" - your mom

"i was watching the game from home. every time the camera was on joe i noticed that he was looking up here. i assumed he was looking for me so i wanted to be here for him." - you

"you don't even have to assume, he's definitely looking for you." - your mom

"no doubts there y/n." - robin laughed

(joe's pov)

when we ran back out after halftime i refrained from looking up at the stands. i didn't feel like getting let down again.

i was mid conversation with ja'marr when tee came running up behind us to interrupt.

"joe! joe!" - tee shoved joe's shoulder

"what?!" - joe

"look!" - tee pointed at the stands

my eyes trailed to where tee was pointing to see that it was in the direction of my box.

at first i didn't know what i was supposed to see until she started vigorously waving with other hands.

it was y/n.

a huge smile formed on my face as i waved back to her.

"you're whipped, son." - ja'marr laughed

"yeah.. i am." - joe continued smiling at you

"come on, lover boy we gotta go. you can fawn over her later." - ja'marr

(y/n's pov)

watching joes face light up when he saw me was so incredibly cute. my mom and robin's audible "awwww's" made the moment even sweeter.

the rest of the game joe seemed a lot less distracted, and they won 24-21.

"do you wanna come see joe with us?" - robin

"i'm probably just gonna go head home. thanks for asking though, and also tell joe i said thank you for the ticket." - you

"of course. we'll see you tomorrow?" - robin

"yup! goodnight guys!" - you

i made my way out of the stadium fast to try and beat traffic. my parents plus jimmy and robin were going out to dinner tonight, and from my mom i learned that joe was heading straight home from the game too.

when i got home i took my boots off and changed into a more comfy outfit.

sitting at the kitchen island in complete silence, i contemplated texting joe. after seeing his face light up on the field when he saw me in the stands, i needed to see him.

i found myself zoning out, my thoughts never stopping for a second when my phone vibrated on my lap.

grabbing it immediately, disappointment washed over me when it was just a message from my mom.

make it home okay?

i texted back a quick "yup 👍" before putting my phone down again. i was getting up from my seat after deciding to just go to bed when my phone buzzed again.

this time when i picked it up, my heart started beating out of my chest. it was a text from joe.

can i come over?

for a second i thought about what i could send back. something simple? something that shows how much i miss him without being too greedy? a simple yes?

after a few seconds of panicking i typed something up and sent it without thinking any longer.

please.

a smile wouldn't leave my face as i made my way to the living room. i watched through the window that overlooked the road, and started blushing when i watched joe fly out of his front door. his pace across the road was quick, practically running after he looked both ways.

once i could hear his footsteps on the front porch i started towards the front door to unlock it for him, but once i got to the hallway he was already standing there.

"i forgot you had a key." - you laughed nervously, unsure of what to do now that you were face-to-face with him

joe moved towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck as my arms were around his neck.

i heard him mumble something incomprehensible, and when i asked him to repeat himself he pulled his face away from my neck. joes arms were still around my waist, my arms around his neck and he looked down into my eyes as fondness filled his.

"i can't do this anymore." - joe

"you can't do what anymore?" - you

"y/n, i want to clear up everything. tell you the truth." - joe

"then tell me, joe." - you

joe unwrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"i'm so so sorry for what happened weeks ago. it wasn't what i planned at all." - joe

i heard his apology, but the only thing i heard was "planned".

"planned?" - you searched his eyes for answers

"planned. i wanted you to go to my game, and win or lose i was going to take you somewhere after. thankfully we won, and now i can admit to you why i was so persistent on you going to the bar with me. it was my plan to kiss you, but when i did.. i was so worried that you had just gotten caught in the moment and didn't actually want to kiss me. i totally panicked and the first person i saw was lexie. i'm truly so sorry y/n, and i know i can't explain it away. nothing happened between lexie and i either, she was being a total bitch and i'll tell you our conversation later. that is, if you still want to be friends?" - joe

friends.

"joe, over the past weeks i've realized that i can't go without you. i accept your apology, but i just have one question.." - you

a smile formed on joes face when i said i accepted his apology, relief washed over his body and the way his body physically became more relaxed showed that.

"ask away." - joe

"what were you going to do after you kissed me, if the lexie stuff didn't happen? what was the whole point?" - you

i watched him tense back up and his gaze left my face, joe looked at his feet as he thought about how to word his next statement.

"i was going to admit something to you." - joe

"admit.. what?" - you

"something i should've told you back when we were still at lsu." - joe

"which is?" - you

joe sighed before scooting closer to me on the couch, he took one of my hands off my lap and held it in his.

"in high school i came to the realization that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. when we were at ohio state together i started getting butterflies every time you said my name.. every word that left your mouth made me blush as long as it was directed towards me. when you went along with me to lsu, that's when it really hit me. you're the only girl i've ever truly truly cared about, y/n. no other girl i've ever been with has mattered to me as much as you do. you understand me more than anyone else, and i'm so grateful to have you in my life." - joe

my heart rate got higher and higher as words spilled out of his mouth. was joe really confessing to me right now? he felt the same way?

"what are you saying?" - you

joe licked his lips before making eye contact with me and letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"y/n, i'm in love with you." - joe

i squeezed his hand as those words left his lips, i've wanted to hear those words for so so long.

joes eyes were still searching my face for a reaction when i realized i hadn't said anything yet. without thinking i launched forward and hugged my arms around his neck, now sitting on his lap.

when i pulled myself away from him i cupped his face in my hands.

"joe, i'm in love with you too. have been for a long time, and you have no idea how happy i am to hear you feel the same way." - you

joe couldn't get the smile off his face, and i couldn't either.

"can i kiss you?" - joe smiled

"of course." - you

joe leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine, it felt like fireworks were going off around us as our lips connected.

after a few moments we pulled away completely breathless with our foreheads touching.

"god, i'm so happy you feel the same way. now you can understand why i was so pissed off when you went on a date with tee. it wasn't just because he was my teammate, i just couldn't stand seeing you with another guy that wasn't me." - joe

"it makes sense now. i'm really really glad things ended up working out though. i've been venting to my mom about you for the past 5 years." - you

"i vented to her too! i don't know how your mom was able to keep from telling you that i felt the same way." - joe

"she was hoping a moment just like this would happen, that's how. and you don't have to worry about other guys anymore, by the way." - you

"i know. all mine now." - joe leaned in and kissed you

"i love that you just did that. we just kissed and it was so casual. like i can kiss you whenever i want now." - you smiled

"you're so cute." - joe laughed

eventually joe laid flat on his back and i laid next to him, his hand on my back keeping me from falling off the couch.

"what time is it?" - you

joe picked his phone off of his chest and read the time out.

"almost one. 12:47." - joe

"i don't want you to leave." - you buried your face in his neck

"i don't want to leave either. can i just stay the night? i really don't feel like sleeping without you tonight." - joe

"sure, let's head up to my room." - you

joe and i made our way upstairs to my room, he was now laying in the middle of the bed in the room that he helped me set up.

i excused myself to go wash my face, and by the time i had gotten back joe was sprawled out on the bed looking super comfortable.

"someone looks comfy." - you laughed

"i'd be even more comfy with you next to me, c'mere." - joe patted the space next to him

i made quick work getting underneath the covers and getting comfortable.

"you really sleep in just sweatpants and a sweatshirt?" - you

"i just sleep in boxers, but i think it's a little early for that." - joe winked as he moved a hair out of your face

i giggled and returned to laying on my pillow instead of joes like i was moments before. i guess joe could sense my unsureness of what to do next because he smiled as he pulled me into his chest.

"you can lay on me." - joe kissed your head

my cheek was pressed against his left peck as my hand rested just bellow his right.

"your chest is so comfy." - you

joe laughed sweetly before kissing my forehead, as soon as he pulled away he pressed another kiss to it and another and another.

"you're gonna kiss your lips off, joe!" - you giggled

he finally moved away and moved onto his side, now he was leaning on top of me.

"that's the plan, honey." - joe smiled

the nickname had me blushing and giggling before i pressed another kiss to his lips.

"we've gotta make up for the 5 years of missed opportunities for kisses." - you

"i can arrange that." - joe moved down and kissed you again

after a few more kisses, joe laid back down and pulled me back to his chest. his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and it felt so right.

"our parents are gonna flip when they find out about us." - you smiled

"our moms have been planning this since they found out i was a boy and you were a girl." - joe laughed

"i have a question." - you

"you're full of those tonight, huh?" - joe grinned

i laughed before continuing on.

"what happens now? about us?" - you

"well, i'm a little tired right now. so i was thinking tomorrow night i take you on our first official date. that is if you aren't busy and would like to go with me?" - joe

"of course i'll go with you. plus i'm never busy joe i literally live with my parents." - you

"hopefully that'll change eventually." - joe

"what do you mean?" - you grinned up at him

"if we start dating and have a serious relationship, i was hoping at some point you'd move in with me. i mean would you rather live with your parents or your super ultra-cool best friend/boyfriend." - joe

"i love the sound of that." - you blushed

"living with me?" - joe

"that… and also you calling yourself my boyfriend." - you

"who knows, i might be able to call myself that after tomorrow night." - joe shrugged and you hid your blush in his chest

"you're gonna be the absolute death of me, joseph lee." - you

joes laugh shook his chest, me included, as he rubbed up and down my arm. when he finished laughing he let out a loud yawn.

"you tired from your game? i haven't even congratulated you on your win yet, i'm sorry! i'm such a terrible almost girlfriend." - you

"you're a perfect almost girlfriend. plus there have been more important things on our hands tonight." - joe

"okay well, goodnight joey." - you kissed his cheek

"goodnight, y/n." - joe kissed your head and rubbed your back in attempts to lull you to sleep

it wasn't long before joes chest got into a rhythm of rising and falling and small snores escaped from him.

tonight i fell asleep on the chest of my favorite boy knowing he was just as in love with me as i was with him.

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authors note: some fluff to end the horrid sunday that this day has been. 😭

(some angst is def coming soon though 😉)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 1: After

A/N: Oh hey guys! It’s been a while! I’m finally ready to delve back into this, I needed to know more of what Hemlock had going on and now I do so…here fucking goes. Sorry it’s only short for now. More, so much more is coming.

Prefer AO3? I got you.

Warnings: 18+ written from Tech’s pov. Mentions of what happened in the previous, awful, cliffhanger chapter. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 1355

Masterlist

Tech? If you’re listening to this, they found me. Tech. I used the button but I know you can’t come and get me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m hiding in the supply cupboard, they landed not that long ago and I know they’re here for me. They know w-who I am. Wh-what I am. Don’t come after me, Tech. I’d never forgive myself. They’re here. I know we never said this in person but I can’t die and not have said it. Tech. I love you.

I love you. — Stitch’s full message.

3 days after

Days. You had been gone for days. It didn’t seem real. Logically Tech knew he was doing everything he possibly could to find you, but he could feel the frustration creeping up on him. He tried to shut everyone out, as grateful as he was for them trying to ground him, he didn’t want it right now.

He had to find you.

His eyes closed when he heard light footsteps on the ramp, knowing exactly who was coming to come and check on him. Phee visited the same time everyday so Tech didn’t get a shock, she always tried to talk to him which he shut down until all she did was sit there. Usually he forgot she was there.

“Hey, brown eyes.” Tech’s fingers paused his eyes not leaving the console screen. He was about to slice into a highly protected Imperial system and he needed no distractions while he did it. Tech had written the programme himself, masking his signal so he would appear invisible to the Imperial network. Hopefully slipping in and out unnoticed.

His fingers curled, caught between the urge to tell her to go away and doing the socially acceptable thing. Whatever that was.

“Omega made me bring you some fish that Wrecker caught and cooked. That brother of yours is settling in nicely.”

“Wrecker has always been more laid back and adaptable to social situations than the rest of us.” Stars, his throat was dry. In that moment Tech decided to take a break. Standing up he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms, wiggling his fingers as he tried to banish the aching sensation in his entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was a mental manifestation, but since you’d been taken he found his joints aching more than they should. He had contemplated the cause was the accelerated aging, even though the age he was now, he should still be in his prime. By human standards.

“You’re talking today?” Phee sighed and sat down in one of the seats, crossing her legs, handing him the package of food and a bottle of water.

Tech worked out if he drank the water and ate the fish he could have her satisfied and out of here in approximately 10 standard minutes. Then she’d report back to the others he had eaten and he’d be left alone until the sun set. He took the water, gulping it so he didn’t have to respond. Most of the time he found Phee easy to be around, she allowed him to empty his head when they were working in the Archium and theorise without debunking any of his ideas as nonsense.

He was highly aware of your reaction to her less than a week ago. Less than a week ago. The despondent feeling settled in his chest and he became blank once more. He had to fully detach from the pain your loss created or he’d never have the brain power to find you. He had spent every night tossing and turning in his bunk, replaying over every second of dropping you at Ord Mantell. If only he had gone with you, if only they hadn’t let you come, if only, if only.

“I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said.” Tech glanced up from staring at the bottle of water in his hand, shifting his goggles as he cleared his throat quietly.

“Apologies. My mind is elsewhere,” Tech murmured.

“Eat, you need to keep up that energy if you’re to find her,” Phee told him. Good idea. He really should research the fish here, if they were rich in oils they would contain docosahexaenoic acid which would help. He needed all the help he could get. Tech began to tuck into the fish, realising the pains in his stomach were because he was hungry. He suddenly registered Phee was talking about something and again he wasn’t listening. It wasn’t important anyway, she had no idea about the inner workings of an Imperial computer, prison or had any new information that could help him.

He finished eating and automatically handed her the wrapper which she took, trying to catch his eye. Tech avoided that. He didn’t want to look at her, he only wanted to look at you. Your eyes were something he had committed to his memory, the way they danced when you smiled, the glow of hyperspace in them as you stared with wonder out of the viewport. He remembered the way your panic faded the longer you looked at him, realisation and wonder in your features had made his chest ache. Not that he knew it back then.

He missed your hand in his.

“I have things to do and I need all my concentration to do them,” Tech announced, not caring if he was being abrupt or rude. He needed her gone now.

“What you need, brown eyes, is sleep,” she told him with a hand on her hip.

“I will get some.” When I exhaust all current avenues of investigation.

“Don’t make me get your brothers up here,” she threatened and Tech had to hold back an irritated tut and sat with a stoic expression on his face. “I will be back to check on you later.” But she listened, finally leaving him alone.

Tech’s fingers flew over the console keys, about to thread his own coding in with the Imperial coding so he could slice into their network when the ship com went off. At first he was going to ignore it, but he decided to answer it. Heading into the cockpit he accepted the transmission.

“This is Havoc-4. Do you copy?”

“Loud and clear Havoc-4.” As Tech responded he remembered vaguely Hunter had said something about Echo making an appearance but it didn’t attach to anything to do with you, so he had dismissed the useless information.

“I need your expertise, Havoc-2. I have something you might like.” Tech leaned forward in his chair, not even aware he was doing it.

“Is it a lead?” He asked eagerly, his mind racing ahead with all the possibilities no matter how outlandish they were.

“We need to decrypt it to find out. I’m coming in now. Havoc-4 out.” Tech jumped up, putting aside what he was doing so he could step outside at the sound of the ship.

“Hunter, Wrecker. Echo is here with some intel,” he announced eagerly into his com.

“On our way,” Hunter responded.

“What have you got?” Tech demanded as soon as Echo descended the ramp, awarding him a raised eyebrow.

“Good to see you too, Tech.” He sighed a little and pulled a datastick from his pouch. “I pulled this from an Imperial ship loaded with clones. We have no idea where they were being shipped to or why.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tech only had eyes for the datastick, for the information it could possibly hold and he saw it as a lifeline to you. He turned back to the ship, pausing when Echo called his name.

“We’re doing all we can,” he said, running a hand across the back of his neck while he gestured with his scomp. “To find Stitch.” Tech flinched at the sound of your name, concentrating on the datastick once more. What could he say? He knew they were doing everything they could.

Thankfully, Hunter and Wrecker arrived with Omega and Tech turned away to disappear into the ship. He inserted the datastick into the console, setting his programme to run the decryption code and waited for the information to reveal itself.

[remuslupinkinnie1979]

Okay, so... I wrote a fic. It's Cherrisnake, they're both trans and it's about Pentious coming out to Cherri. It's probably the first fic I actually finished and the first one I posted somewhere so... Pls be nice and excuse my lack of experience, as I said, it's my first time. Also English is not my first language

Also: i am non binary myself, I do not share the views that Pentious has about being trans in a relationship, it's just to show that he has internalised transphobia. It's totally up to you when and if you come out to someone

Okay (I'm so fucking nervous) hope you like it:

Au- Pentious lives - after season 1

"When are you gonna tell her boss?" Frank asked one morning, as Sir Pentious was finishing his morning routine, by applying testosterone gel.

Pentious signed deeply. He knew what the little egg was referring to. He was actually wondering about the same thing for a while.

"I don't know, my minion." Was the only answer he could've given. He felt like he should tell Cherri. He shouldn't be keeping a secret like that from her. At the same time however, he couldn't gather all the courage necessary to do it.

It was two weeks after the extermination. Two weeks after Pentious kissed her. It felt like the world had stopped. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of the battlefield or that they could've died any minute. It didn't matter that Pentious was about to commit a sacrifice and might've not seen her ever again. It was the most magical moment of his life. It felt like the whole world around them just... Disappeared.

After the battle, Cherri basically ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. It shouldn't have been so surprising. For a brief second everyone thought he died. Even Pentious wasn't expecting to come out alive, but he was so happy he did. If he didn't, he could've never seen her again. Never feel her basically choking him with love and relief. Never kissing him again. And that was something he could never imagine. Just a month ago it felt like he would never get to get even close to her. If he was told he would ever date Cherri Bomb, he most likely would've fainted. He wouldn't ever believe that would happen. Even now, he pinched himself regularly to make sure he wasn't living some sort of beautiful fantasy.

He handed George, another one of the egg Bois his bottom of gel to put in the bathroom cupboard. He bit lip. He felt guilty and cowardly for not being able to come out to her. He felt like the worst and dirtiest sinner in Hell for not telling her the truth. He tried to tell her a few times, he even asked Charlie for help, as she was one of the only people he ever actually came out to. However Charlie didn't agree to tell Cherri for him. More to assist and support him. She said that it's probably something he should tell her himself. Pentious knew that, but every time he tried to speak to her about it it felt like words were stuck in his throat. He would start blacking out, sweating and stuttering even more than usual when he was with her. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her.

Pentious got up from his chair and left the room, Egg Bois following close behind him. He still couldn't shake off all the thoughts about coming out to Cherri. It would probably keep bugging him for the rest of the day.

He made his way to the kitchen and noticed Charlie, Husk, Niffty and... Cherri, sitting at the table.

"Oh, hi Pentious!" Charlie called with a smile. Husk just gave him a nod of acknowledgement and Niffty waved at him. Cherri smirked as he walked in.

"Sup, snaky?" She said with an unfinished cup of coffee in her hand. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was big and puffy as always, her eye was covered in some new eyeshadow, as Pentious silently noticed. She was wearing a red crop top and a leather, black skirt. Pentious just stared at her for a moment, admiring her beauty. He wasn't able to say or even think of anything at that moment.

Charlie was trying to hide a smile. She was rooting for them from the very beginning and was so happy to see their relationship working out. And she was also happy that both of them found someone to share their lives with.

Cherri's smirk softened a little, her face going a bit pink, at sight of Pentious simping for her like this. But that was *nothing* compared to the actual tomato that once was Pentious's face. On the inside he was jumping and stimming in absolute happiness, cause she was his girlfriend. She was dating him.

"Uhmmm... Boss?" One of the Egg Bois coughed, trying to break the awkward silence from the sidelines silence in the room. Pentious shook his head and came back to reality.

"Wha-what was the question again?" He asked. Husk chuckled slightly.

"Oh, I just asked how you were, sneaky." Cherri repeated flirty. Pentious took off his hat and scratched the back of his neck, nervously. Blood was hitting his cheeks once again.

"I-im good... How are you, missss Bomb?"

Cherri laughed. "I told you, you don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. We're actually together. We were kissing like... Yesterday."

"Oh, right..." Pentious looked down awkwardly.

Thank goodness, Charlie came to save him.

"What are your plans for today, Pen?"

Pentious looked at her, processing the question.

"Oh, I wass just gonna work on a new machine... I'm getting clossser to figuring out how to not get the power ssssources to get overheated and..." He unconsciously started rambling about his new invention, using very professional and scientific language. Husk just rolled his eyes and got back to the paper he was reading. Charlie tried to keep a polite look.

"Oh, ssssorry." The snake smiled nervously, realising that he was probably annoying everyone at the table.

"Nah, it'd chill. You can tell me all about it tonight." Cherri said winking at him. They were having a date that evening. Pentious smiles widely. He finally found someone, who wasn't his minion, that was willing to listen to his infodumping about machines, without getting all annoyed and asking him to shut up.

  "Ve-very well, my dear. We sshall talk about it during our date." Pentious walked to the kitchen counter and started making himself breakfast.

He put water to boil in the kettle and started preparing a ham and cheese sandwich, as he always did. He always ate the very same thing for breakfast. He made himself tea, grabbed a plate and sat down at the table, next to Cherri. She was glaring at him. He nervously bit his lip, but decided to just eat.

"Hello, babe." Vaggie walked into the kitchen and placed a kiss on Charlie's hair. She smiled. "Any plans?"

Charlie thought for a moment. "Some trust building exercises for now and some paperwork after lunch."

The two kept chatting about their day. Pentious was trying so hard to not stare at Cherri. He wasn't even looking at her. He was focusing on the sandwich.

"Boss, we're hungry!" One of the Egg Bois called.

"You'll get your breakfast sssoon." Pentious answered. He was used to Egg Bois always being hungry and begging for food every time they saw someone eating.

"Oh, come on!" Cherri grinned. Then she took some salami from her plate and gave it to Frank. The little egg was very happy. He ate it at one bite. "Thank you, boss's girlfriend!"

Both Pentious and Cherri blushed at his words. They both loved being referred to as each other's girlfriend and boyfriend.

"No problem." She stole some pickles from Husk's sandwich.

"Hey!" He argued, but nobody really paid attention. Cherri just threw the pickles at the Egg Bois, who started fighting who'll get it first.

"You know, you shouldn't jusst feed them like thisss. They have a sspecific meal plan..." Pentious said.

"Oh, come on! It's just a little snack. It won't do too much harm, will it?" She laughed. The snake couldn't argue with her. She was simply too perfect to argue with.

An hour later, Angel Dust, Niffty, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Cherri and Pentious were sat down at the lobby. Husk was cleaning some glasses behind the bar.

"Alright" Charlie spoke. "Today we'll be playing a game, where you have a sticky note, with the name of someone we know, on your forehead and you have to guess who that is based on clues others will give you."

She explained the rules.

"And you can only say nice things about this person."  She knew that there definitely would be some insults and arguments.

Everyone grabbed a note and stuck it to their forehead.

"I'll go first." Lucifer spoke up bravely. His note was saying 'Vaggie'

"**"A very lovely person" Charlie gave him a clue, to which Vaggie blushed.

"Aggressive as fuck" Husk added gruffly.

"Hmmm..." Lucifer thought for a moment. "Ma- I mean Vaggie?"

"Yes!" Charlie confirmed. "Very good! I'll go next." Her note said "Sir Pentious".

"Probably autistic" Vaggie said. Pentious couldn't disagree. Even tho in his times the concept of neurodivergency was practically non existent, he kinda suspected that he could've been autistic. He would get a diagnosis, but finding an assessment, not done by a war criminal or a psychopath (or honestly both in most cases) was practically a miracle.

   Charlie looked around everyone. There were a few people in that group who were most likely autistic. Her gaze fixated first on her dad, Lucifer, Alastor, who gave a "don't even think about it" glance, Pentious and Niffty.  "Hmmm..."

"Has great inventions and an even better tongue, if you know what I mean." Cherri smirked, to which Pentious's face went red. Husk and Vaggie looked like they were about to puke.

"Ummm.... I assume... Pentious?"

"Yeah..." Vaggie said, shooting Cherri a glare. "But these details weren't necessary."

  Angel was next. His note said 'Husk'.

  "He is a member of our staff." Charlie said.

  "He's veeeryyy grumpy." Niffty added.

  "And you reeeaallyyyy like him." Cherri teased. Angel's face turned red and he looked at Cherri with frustration. He knew damn well who he had on his forehead. Husk just raised an eyebrow.

  "I don't have a crush on him!" Angel protested.

"But y'know exactly who I'm talking about?"

Angel looked down. His feelings for Husk were soo obvious, that even Pentious was starting to suspect something was on. And Pentious was absolutely shitty in noticing people's emotions.

"Alright... Moving on" Charlie tried to prevent an argument. "Sir Pentious, your tour."

"Physically unable to use the door like a normal fucking person and makes us rebuild walls all the time." Husk said gruffly.

"Also very loud." Niffty noticed. "And fun to be around.

"Ohh..." Pentious said, knowing who they were talking about. "Is it... Misssss Bomb, by any chance?"

"Pen, we talked about this. You don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. You're tongue has literally been-"

"Spare us the details, my dear." Alastor chimed in.

"Oh, right, right." Pentious could feel that he was blushing like an idiot. Cherri winked at him. Or it was just what Pentious thought. Hard to tell when she only has one eye.

The game went on in a pretty happy and cheerful atmosphere. During the next round Charlie had a sticker with Cherri Bomb written on it.

"Ssshe-" Pentious thought for a second. "Sshe's very... cool."

Charlie smiled, like she knew exactly who pentious was referring to.

"Is she pretty?" She asked.

"Not, jusst pretty. Absolutely gorgeousss." Pentious answered without much thought.

"Is she funny?"

"Hilariousss, yess. She can alwayss make everyone sssmile.."

This type of conversation was going on for a moment. Pentious wasn't really thinking. The fact that Cherri was absolutely perfect was clear and undebateble. He couldn't comprehend how anybody might think otherwise.

"So, to recap, she's beautiful, funny, kind, smart and awesome in general."

Pentious nodded in confirmation, puzzled how Charlie didn't figure it out by now.

"Yes, dear. How can you not guesss yet? You're basically describing her!" He looked around. Cherri's face was burning red. The rest of the group was trying their best to not burst out laughing. "Oh, shit."

  The group started laughing their asses off. Cherri's confident and flirty demeanour fated completely.

"So, you'd like to fuck her?" Angel asked.

"Umm" Pentious thought. He wasn't thinking about her in that kind of way most of the time. He found her absolutely breathtaking and was deeply in love with her, but didn't really care about that kind of stuff too much since they started dating. "Yeah, I do."

  Angel smirked. Cherri blushed even harder. Her face was redder than a tomato at that point.

"I-i-i... I mean..!" Pentious stumbled upon his words. Angel's smirk widened. Cherri's face was hidden in her hands. "My apologies. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." Cherri managed to say. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or run away. Pentious was adorable, again.

   A couple of hours later Pentious was finishing up for his date. He picked out his best suit and a red bowtie. It reminded him of Cherri, so it was his favourite.

  "Are you gonna tell her now, boss?" Frank spoke up. Pentious swallowed nervously. He couldn't keep it a secret much longer. He actually was planning to do it today.

"Yes, my minion."

He was supposed to pick her up from her room at 7. At 6:58 he was in front of her door. He could feel the cold sweat go down his spine, his hands also sweaty and shaky. His lungs felt like they were getting tinier with every breath he tried to take. His heartbeat would be hearable on the other side of the corridor. He was walking in circles and playing with his bowtie, like he was used to.

"Oh, cmon, Pentious. You can do it." He finally knocked on the door and straightened his  back.

  Cherri opened. Pentious's jaw fell onto the floor. She was wearing a dark pink crop top and a black mini skirt with tights. Her hair was a bit wavier than usual. Pentious could see the red lipstick and pink eyeshadow.

"You good?" Cherri chuckled.

Pentious managed to somehow pick his jaw from the ground. He nodded quickly. "Uh-uhm.... Oh, right." He offered out his hand. The girl grabbed it with a smile.

  They went to the hotel balcony. Charlie advised him to take her on a date there.

"S-sssooo... How are you m- Cherri?" She grinned.

"I'm good... Now, you can tell me all about that new project of yours."

He started going on and on about his new invention. Cherri had pretty much no idea what he was talking about, but she could've imagined how much it meant to him, to have someone willingly listen. His newest project was a cannon, shooting bombs. It would be a perfect connection between them. Cherri was listening, with a pleasant expression.

  Their moment was ruined by one of the Egg Bois, Thom. They were supposed to be waiters for the couple, but well... Those silly little creatures always had their own way of... Messing things up.

"Did you tell her, boss?" He asked. Cherri looked confused.

"Tell me what?"

"Umm..." Pentious swallowed nervously. "No, my minion... Could you leave usss alone for a ssecond?"

"Yes, sir!" Thom saluted and walked away.

  Pentious looked down, nervously.

"These tiless are magnificent."

Cherri looked puzzled and confused, but now also a bit nervous.

"What you were going to tell me?"

   Pentious knew this was a riflde or die situation. He couldn't put it aside any longer. But, oh... What if she'll want to break up after this?

  His breath became heavier and shakier with every moment. He played with his bowtie, so hard he almost choked himself as he stood. He couldn't look her in the eye. His gaze was wondering around the balcony, the tiles, the night sky... His hands were sweating so bad under the gloves.

  "Pen." Cherri called out, seeing he was getting more and more lost in his thoughts. "Is everything okay?"

"Ye-yeah, I jusssst... I need to go. I'll be right back." He stood up and went inside. He felt so pathetic. He couldn't even be honest with her. Was he really a man if he couldn't even speak a few words? He was just so afraid of Cherri breaking up. He felt like a piece of shit for keeping it from her. He should've just tell her from head start. Or never confess to her. A worthless piece of lying trash like him didn't deserve love, let alone from a woman like Cherri. Why would the universe put him in this situation. Oh, he should stop lying and whining. *He* put himself in that situation.

"Hey, babe" He heard Cherri's voice. He turned around and saw her, her expression full of concern. "What's going on?"

"N-nothing." He managed to get out.

She gently grabbed his shoulder to comfort him a little. "Babe, what's going on? What did you want to tell me?"

  Pentious took a deep breath. It would be best to rip the bandage off it would be less painful. He knew that. He's had a lot of bandages.

"Cherri... What I'm about to tell might completely ruin your perception of me. I feel terrible for keeping it from you like that. I underssssstand if you want break up with me. Just know that I didn't tell you, not because I don't care about you, but because I was afraid to lose you. I know it's not an excuse and you don't have to forgive me..."

"Pen, spill the tea."

"Right, right..." He took a deep breath. "Cherri, I am transsgender."

"Oh, really? Me too."

Pentious didn't hear her and kept going on.

"I'm ssssorry I kept it from you for ssso long. I underssstand if you despissse me. If you don't want to be with a lying monssster like me, then I undersstand."

"Hey, babe!" She waved her hand in front of his face to catch his attention. "Don't worry. Me too."

Pentious was beyond surprised. He was shocked.

"You-you're...?"

"Trans, yeah." That got the snake absolutely speechless. Cherri continued: "I'm trans. And so are you?"

Pentious nodded.

"That's cool. A trans... man?" She wanted to make sure.

"Y-yes. A transgender man. I-i was born female, but..."

"Don't worry. I know how that works. I'm a trans woman."

"So... You were born male... And you're a woman?"

"Yup." Cherri said nonchalantly. "Is that what you wanted to tell me? That got you so nervous?"

The snake nodded. Cherri just chucked.

"Why? Did you think I'd want to break up?"

"Y-yes, actually. I didn't think you'd like to be with... someone like me." Cherri's expression softened. "No, Pen. You're the most adorable, sweet and fun person I ever got to be with. You're smart, dorky, loving, kind and absolutely awesome. I would never even think about breaking up with you over something like that.

"So you don't care that I'm transsgender?" Pentious wanted to make sure.

"Do you care that I am?"

Pentious quickly shook his head. He honestly didn't think about it like that. But the answer was definitely no. He couldn't actually care less. It was just... A thing about her. Something they can bond over.

"Good, 'cause I don't either."

"Thank you, Cherri."

"It's cool. Now..." She said in a flirty tone and leaned closer. Pentious was a bit confused about what she's about to do. The she kissed him. Passionately.

"Wow." Was the only thing he could say after they broke out.

"Oh yeah!" They heard a few voices. The Egg Bois happily interrupted their moment as they were used to. "Get 'er, boss!"

Both of them just chuckled. They knew these little creatures were well-meaning.

"Okay." Cherri finally spoke up. "Let's go. Dinner's probably ready."

"Yeah." The snake's voice was filled with relief. "Let's go."

Also, do you have a title idea for it?

@daddysclownboy as you asked I'm posting this. Hope you liked it

Lemme know what you think

[tellingfnaf]

Her Perspective

“The One You Should Not Have Killed, telling the story by her perspective.”

Introduction: I don’t really recall what came before. I remember mom being upset all the time. I remember dad being loud and angry. And I remember me hating school. Teachers would often call me “an agressive kid”. All i wanted was to be memorable, I guess. So how the hell did I end up in that pizzaria?

Chapter 1:

March, 1983.

I was sitting in front of my house tying my shoes. Although it was a sunny afternoon, the cold air was cutting through my skin. I heard footsteps coming from my front, thinking it was another weird neighbor. That was the first time she talked to me.

-Hi! I’m Charlie! What’s your name?

I looked up and saw a tall and gentle looking girl observing me.

-Do you need help with those?- She continued, pointing her finger to my failed attempt at tying shoelaces.

-I’m fine, actually- I didn’t even finish when she bent down and tied them perfectly. Then she just looked at me again, waiting for a reaction. I felt like I owned her a response.

-Cassidy. My name is Cassidy.

-Oh, hello Cassidy! Are you from around here?

Around here? She asked like I was fresh news to the neighborhood. I wasn’t.

-No. I lived here my whole life.

The girl was ready for another question when a bearded man showed up.

-There you are, Charlotte. I’ve told you a hundred times to not leave the diner while I work.

-Sorry dad! It won’t happen again.

He looked at the green bracelet Charlie had in her wrist before turning his attention to me.

-Oh, hey little one. Sorry to take your friend away, but she gotta stay close to her dad!

The man chuckled and left, taking his daughter. I just stared at them while they walked back to a new place that had opened a few weeks ago. A restaurant called “Fredbear’s Family Diner”. Charlie seemed to be friendly towards me and that was rare. She was a happy child and I wanted to know what caused this. So after that day, every afternoon I would walk in front of Fredbear’s to watch all the families happily eat their food. I never had the courage to enter. My reason was different from the other kids, though. It wasn't the animalistic robots that scared me, but the eery guy who worked there. If only I knew.

May, 1983.

-Hi Cassidy! How are you today?

-Hi Charlie. You shouldn’t be here.- I answered, looking at her bracelet. I never really understood what was that for, but I knew it had something to do with her father.

-Why you say that?- She asked, slightly tilting her head.

-Your dad doesn’t allow you to walk away from diner, remember?

-Well actually, I’m allowed this time. You know why?

-No. Why?

-Because dad said that I should invite you to eat with us at Fredbear’s! How’s that sound?

She said that in such a happy tone, genuinely excited to have someone to invite to her dad’s work. I knew she was friends with the owner’s kids. At that time, I didn’t know Henry was one of the founders of that place, so it was quite impressive for me that she befriended the “cool kids”. I would regret that for the rest of my existence, but I accepted it. I had that habit of searching for things by myself, later I would learn that curiosity killed the cat. The restaurant had a warm environment and cool animatronics, like that huge silly yellow bear. I loved him at first sight but the others kids had a very opposite opinion. Everything was nice inside Fredbear’s Family Diner.

-Oh, Henry! Looks like Charlie came back with a friend!

I’ll never forget the moment when my stomach squirmed just by looking at him. That man had the worst face in the whole world, I could almost smell his wickedness.

-Cassidy, this is uncle William! He works with my dad here at the diner!- Charlie exclaimed, but I could barely hear. My mouth tasted metal and I wanted to run away from that thing. Luckily for me at that moment, he had better things to do so the conversation lasted short. I then sit at a table and had dinner with Henry and his daughter. He payed for me and I felt a little safer close to them. It was the last day of happiness for that place.

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/tellingfnaf/761351305946185728/her-perspective

[cato616]

THE TRANSFER (pt. 1)

succession x fem! reader

im so excited to do this one!! like i said before it's more general targeted (kendall, roman, shiv,,)

summary: You have been recruited at waystar mysteriously, no records of you, but no questions were asked tho; but how? who are you? You're part of the FBI that has been sent to get done an under cover assignment at the much troubled entertainment company, and to do that means getting close to the Roy family, starting with Logan's kids; kendall, shiv and roman. Good luck with that.

content: nothing more than business and cop-ish crossover talk

"Are you nervous?" Asked your superior as you were both sitting facing each other inside their office, having a last briefing before letting you go into where the beast was hiding. "honestly? no, Logan roy is pretty rough I hear, but come on, there's an obvious take here, I'm an agent ma'am, I don't think I should be nervous, should I?" You asked her with a curious tone but feeling a little cocky at the same time, and they chuckle. "no, I don't think you should be nervous, however, the whole thing about this, is that you should seem like you are." She stood up as she straightened her arm to shake your hand to then dismiss you, you shake their hand. "I think so too." as you smirk showing off your confidence. "good luck, agent... the other agent will have you escorted with all the equipment you'll get to need from now on, so, farewell."

You gave a last greeting to your superior to then get out of the office to have the other agent waiting for you outside, with some instructions.

"good morning agent n/y." You would think everyone in here would wear the basic fbi jumper and clothing but at the criminal investigation division, the majority wears the suit and tie, with a badge of course, including yourself. "follow me." The agent ordered, you complied and followed him to a car, to drop you off where you will be living in the next few weeks, maybe months, depending how well you'll do your job. "this is how it will go." You were both sitting at the back of the car, with another agent driving the car; he's about to get your instructions given. "back at the trunk you have a luggage, inside, new clothes, plain corporate clothing, then, badge... you'll want to keep that on the low, probably have to keep it somewhere safe, and as for the safety, your gun, it is also a command that you'd keep it safe with your badge, if things go sideways... and one last thing, this phone." He gives it to you. "oh really nice this is" you replied with a sarcastic voice. "it is an old phone, but, untraceable, objectively to make the calls... it has a direct line to the commission and the office, that's all you need, good luck."

He dropped you off at a hotel, basically on the other side of the block, where Waystar was. You got to your room, started organizing what was inside your luggage. Clothes were fine, badge and gun inside a safe. You were having everything in order when suddenly you get a call from the phone you were given, you answered it, and you hear the voice of your superior on the other side. "hope your accommodating well at your new place agent." You hear them smiling. "this is better than expected I'd say." your voice was very, disciplinary you could say. "well I wanted to make the first call myself to double check before you start your work." You accidentally nodded first, but then answered. "absolutely." you replied. "Waystar has a lot of delicate information as we discussed, you'll have to look for old records, since they won't have anything on a hard drive, and for that you'd need access to most of it at the building, so we had to do some arrangements about that, making you transfer as a low profile corporate assistant, low enough to keep you off the grid, high enough to let the investigation proceed... somewhere with the clothing you'll find your own key card to enter the facility and start your day, tomorrow." Everything you heard, you heard it already, since it was a double check, except for the key card, but found it as where it was supposed to be. "I do have a question." You wanted to ask something practically off mission. "you may ask." Your superior politely responded. "why not raid Waystar? and not infiltrate like I'm doing, make it quick as possible." There was only silence on the other side. "... not yet, at least, agent... sleep well tonight, you start tomorrow." You understood their input without having to make another question about it. They hung up the call, and you were standing there, all quiet, thinking about your mission, your loneliness you will have to experience for the next few weeks you hope, nothing more than you, and an old phone to contact the only people you know.

aw man, why do I do this to myself.

After a long well slept night, you wake up with a sunny day, and that's at least the first good thing to start up your day pretending you're just an innocent transfer. You dressed up with what you had, and before leaving, checked the safe one last time, you locked it, and left the hotel.

You weren't feeling nervous, you were doing your job as an fbi agent, you could feel scared from time to time, but nervous like that? never. You were arriving to the floor you were requested to first enter. The elevator's door opened, and slowly got into the world of madness. this is oddly nice tho. You caught what it appeared to be an assistant going out of an office, having a tablet on her hand, that's the only thing that made you think, she's the one I gotta talk to. You walked towards her, you targeted her like as the main object of the mission, like a fucking robocop; however your face changed right away as soon as you started to get her attention.

"Hey!" Warmly greeted her with a fake smile as you tapped her shoulder from behind. She turned around, disoriented with your presence and impression. "who are you-" You cut her off, answering her almost instantly. "yes I suppose I'm new here... where...?" You looked around trying to seem clueless, but wearing that fake smile still. "oh! yeah... I got sent over some of your information today." As she looked on her tablet. "follow me." You followed the lady, to an empty office, with the big windows providing the best view you have ever seen of the city. "Mr roy should be here shortly." Mr. roy? which one...? The assistant closed the door of the office while you were standing there, without a clue of what was about to happen. Meanwhile, this empty office has a lot of paper lying around, for you to start digging. You walked over some shelves, lot of binders with different dates. You were almost about to grab one... suddenly that Mr. Roy finally came in, you didn't jump since you're an specialist at not jump? however this is your first undercover mission, at least you didn't ruin it on day one.

"oh... roman roy." It was roman who came in, looking very professional, suits and a big office in solitude, checks out I guess?. "What... were you doing over there, you're looking very suspicious..." shit. what? what do I say?. "So sorry I was... uh checking out, the pictures! over there." you had to improvise that and luckily, those pictures were right next to the binders, if not, you wouldn't have come up with that. Roman stayed put, staring at you, and out of the blue, a slight giggle came out, and then burst into a quiet laugh. "you should've seen your face, you look so tense, please don't shit yourself, we have a bathroom for that." As he continued to walk over his desk. oh now i remembered what they told me about him. "oh no need to sit actually, you can just stand up." He was making this impossible for you not to kill the man you just met, but it was important to seem welcoming for this people. You were waiting for him to say something, give you some information, instructions, anything; he was just sitting on his chair, with both legs on top of the desk, feeling like a king, a bit cocky. All he did was to check you out, eyes going from head to ass. You could say something, but deep down you knew how significantly more powerful you were over him, and something about how little and incompetent he is next to you, made you not care about his sneaky eyes.

"Roman! dude, what are you doing." You hear another voice from behind, it was the other Mr Roy who just entered the office and yelled at roman. "get out of my office." it's his office?? You looked over roman, how he played you into thinking he was the Mr Roy you were expecting. "yeah sorry about that, I didn't know you were supposed to be here, but I think it was funny... do you think it was funny, Ken?" Kendall seemed overly annoyed by him. "just get out rome." He would open the door for him. "honestly I was getting into something over here... but I can, come back? yeah?" He shrugged when asking while looking at you, but it was more of an rhetorical question, and then left the room.

"Very sorry about that, my brother-" You stopped kendall from talking any longer, wasn't his fault. "no worries, it's all good." He would smile at you, relived you wouldn't tell him off; showed his hand pointing to your chair, to make you sit, and so did he. "So, this is simple, I heard you were positioned as general assistant here... for basic stuff, that you will get to know them soon enough." Lets you know what kind of job, however, he was taken back a little bit, as if something was out of please, looking over your file, reading every line. "but... I don't know how have called yo-" You interrupted him once again, but this time, you were almost getting busted. "may I ask, how general are we talking about?" As you lean over to make the impression you were interested on his answer. "...yes! you'll hear about, me, roman, probably Tom Wambsgans from ATN downstairs, our sister Shiv Roy, and last but not least, the man, the one and only, my father... I'd say that's pretty general." You looked like you've found gold, it was fantastic. "great!" You zoned back in, stopped the creepy smile you were having when thinking how easily he was letting you access to everything... perfect, very clever from my superior. "You wanna know the others? before starting freshen up tomorrow." Dude couldn't make it more easier for you. "absolutely." You both stood up, ready to give you a tour of the place.

You first went down to the ATN division, where you found Tom and roman talking to each other. "hey guys, im making this quick, this is our new assistant, she'll be working for some of us." Kendall introduces you as you were impatiently looking over Roman and Tom, waiting for a response, but roman took the shotgun on that. "we meet again, nice to meet you." He stretched his hand out, for you to shake it, while having his eyes pierced, fixed on you. "y-yes, it's nice to meet you too." Tom cut him off to shake your hand as well, and wow he's tall. Roman was a tiny bit annoyed by Tom's doing. "you don't want to shake that hand, he just jerked off himself." Your eyes widened open while having an uncomfortable smile. Tom laughs nervously. "Oh roman, he's just being an asshole..." He looked over him, a bit raged up, but nicely looked back at you. "so what is that you assist?... coffee?.." Kendall was about to answer that but you replied first. "everything you need." Smiled mischievously. "well that's nice, it's nice to have you." Kindly said Tom. "well that was it, I'll leave you be, let's go y/n." As soon as roman heard your name, instantly stared back at you, honestly it was driving you insane.

"We're now heading to the big office... you know, my dad looks scary but he's all tender on the inside... so don't feel on edge, it's all good." You start observing Kendall, and if you learned something over the years interrogating people, you know when someone is lying...

You were getting closer to the office, you were behind kendall, haven't got the whole view in front of you, until he moved to the left when both of you came in, to then present you. "hey dad, do you got a minute? this is-" "not now!" Logan roy was in front of you, and he just yelled at his son on your presence; you knew he was a difficult man, yet it did make you staggered. "hey kendall, come..." Shiv roy appeared from behind, oh my god does everyone in this family pops up like that? Kendall seemed interested to know what was going on in there, with Logan shaken up, and the rest of his team looking very uptight, running around, corner to corner. Shiv took you out of the office to have a word. "now it may be not a good time." Kendall was perplexed. "what- why? what do you mean?" Shiv looked over Kendall's shoulder to see you from behind. "who is that?" Kendall took a step back, to stand next to you. "she'll be working for us, I was just showing her around for today, I had a break, so... she will assist you too." You smile at her very warmly. "oh, that's great, I guess... uhh, so anyway I was telling you-" Shiv's voice got lower, notifying Kendall the situation. "Dad and the gang are trying to solve an issue, about... some accusations." Your ears suddenly started to work ten times better than before, you had their full attention. "and are they... fixable?" Kendall asked in a coded way. "I think so, it's all very new, so we haven't played out a strategy yet-... where's our assistant?" Kendall and Shiv looked around as if a wizard just vanished out of thin air. "must've gone to bathroom?... I mean, they don't usually tell us what they do..." Shiv doubtedly agreed with Kendall.

After all, Kendall was right, you did go to the bathroom, but not to use it. You took out of your purse your work phone, and made a call. "agent y/n, number 472... I have recent information to notify the inspector..."

[wrongcaitlyn]

need more apollo and darren lore to see if i can relate them to back to december

you can ONE HUNDRED PERCENT relate them to back to december if you just ignore the tiny detail of them not breaking up in december (but like, who cares because it’s the VIBE that matters and in this case the vibe is definitely accurate)

i will definitely be adding more apollo and darren lore…let’s just say… archery world championships happening soon…. olympics in one year…. kayla’s an icon mastermind…..

but! some little notes in specific relation to back to december

i know you may think this is apollos pov, but after looking over the lyrics again to refresh my memory… it’s from darren’s perspective. 100%

I'm so glad you made time to see me / How's life? Tell me, how's your family? / I haven't seen them in a while

apollos family!! not referring to his dad. duh. but darren’s prob just talking abt like the 1-2 times he met will and austin as babies, he hasn’t seen them since so “a while”…. sure darren, that might be a bit of an understatement

You've been good, busier than ever / We small talk, work and the weather / Your guard is up and I know why

small talk is SO real with them. they’re so awkward esp rn. they don’t know how to talk to each other. apollo says “nice weather we’re having” completely unironically and darren responds “oh yeah it’s nice”

cue silence for like 2 minutes until apollo asks how his coaching is going and more and more stilted conversation

AND!!! they’re both busier than ever!! apollo returning to being employed (kinda? i mean, he has a job so) and darren with olympics being next year

Because the last time you saw me / Is still burned in the back of your mind / You gave me roses and I left them there to die

i don’t wanna spoil exactly how they broke up… bc me and wronghuntress had like an hour long convo abt pollen lore a few weeks back and. guys. when i tell you i am SO fucking excited to write it‼️‼️

HOWEVER. this line. is very. very. very. fitting. from darren’s pov that’s all i’m saying hereeee

bc ik in one of the other chapters i said that apollos like “i ruined his life” and he DID but also like. it’s messy. it’s so very messy.

So this is me swallowin' my pride / Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night / And I go back to December all the time

not technically in front of him but!! the phone call!! abt kayla!! him swallowing up his pride, and there wasn’t necessarily an apology for the… things that happened, but it’s a step forward

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you / Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine / I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright / I go back to December all the time

change it to march and make darren a singer instead of an archer and this would be one of his songs😭😭

These days, I haven't been sleepin' / Stayin' up playin' back myself leavin' / When your birthday passed and I didn't call / Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times / I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side / And realized I loved you in the fall

god… this timeline is actually SO real. if anyone’s making a pollen playlist out there (i should probably do that when i have timeHDKDJD) THIS SONG‼️‼️‼️

anyway ofc apollo is associated with summer in darren’s brain… and also apollo def thinks of summer too when thinking of darren :)

and oh yeah, ofc apollo’s in the passenger seat. bro probably grew up with drivers and doesn’t have his license.. rip sun chariot!!! (he gets his license eventually, ofc, but only bc it’s to drive will to school)

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile / So good to me, so right

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

i mean, do these even need to be explained? well darren, i can assure you that you WILL love again. it’s what we all need

okay so. i can’t really. explain the rest of this stuff. but here are the lyrics that stand out to me SOOO much because of how they broke up. that is all i can say for now!!

And then the cold came, the dark days / When fear crept into my mind / You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

And how you held me in your arms that September night / The first time you ever saw me cry

thank you so much for the ask!! it’s been a while since some pollen content but i swear it’s coming soon :))

[siriannatan]

Flowers 1/2

In order to lessen the amount of ongoing projects I went through ones I planned to be shorter and finished this one.

Hope ya'll like it :}

And yes, I did get inspired by Miley Cyrus… It's a good damn song.

Scott needed no stinking boyfriend. Jimmy could have all the engineers he wanted. Scott didn't need him at all. He did exceeding well on his own before Jimmy and will now without him.

He can buy flowers for himself. He had Louise to talk to, even if the cat couldn't talk back. No, talking back was actually better. He could even hold her little paws.

Who needs a boyfriend anyway?

Not Scott. So on his first day off since the mess, full of yelling and throwing things break up, he went to his favourite flower shop. They seemed to get a new neighbour in the form of a tattoo and piercing parlour.

"Scott! How can I help you," Pearl greeted him with a wide, warm smile.

"Prettiest flowers you have, I'm treating myself today," Scott grinned back. She already knew about the breakup and did not comment on it. "You got new neighbours," he hummed as she picked out what she knew were his favourites. Maybe he should get a new piercing. Mark the occasion properly.

"Oh, them, nice siblings, good artist I'm thinking of commissioning something for myself," Pearl chatted as if she was being paid to promote the other business.

Scott just hummed and nodded. He had been thinking of that new piercing for a long time. His clients often associated tattoos and piercings with creativity. He was in the middle of a contract when he got his first one. The client instantly was more on board with his ideas with that present. 

And he simply liked piercings. Even if he only had one for the time being. "I just might pop in and check it out. I've been thinking of getting another for some time," he mused, playing with his so far only one.

"I can keep your flowers here while you do," Pearl very kindly offered. 

Scott thanked her but took his flowers with him. "Maybe another day," he said and left.

"Suit yourself, one of the guys there is really cute~," she waved as Scott left. 

Cute guys were the last thing he needed at the moment. He was more than fine alone. Louise was all he needed.

He came by the place just a week later. The idea of getting a second piercing was constantly on his mind. And his latest  customer constantly complained they he was not creative enough.

Inside the place was dark, with moody music and closed displays of piercings and some other jewellery. On a small purple couch sat a kid so enamoured with the tablet he was holding he totally ignored Scott.

And behind the front desk, taping angrily at his phone was possibly the cutest man ever. Messy copper hair that a thin, dark wire headband failed to keep contained. Pretty blue eyes. Many dark metal piercings. A dark T-Shirt with an almost faded, red logo of some sort was slightly too big on him. Short sleeves exposing a dark rose sleeve tattoo on his arm. More black in the form of bracelets and rings. And he painted his nails. Black, plain matte black, but Scott still could appreciate it.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" The man asked as his phone hit the desk. 

Oh no, his voice was cute too even if he sounded bored and tired. At ten in the morning... "Hi... Umm do I need an appointment for a piercing and if I do when is the best time for it?" Scott instantly sauntered up to the desk. The kid was probably either a customer's or a relative of someone from the staff.

"Not really, I think Gem's free at the moment," the man shrugged and checked a bound in dark, likely fake, leather calendar. "Yep, she free. Is now okay?" 

"Yes," Scott nodded. He was not going to ask if Cutie could do it. That'd be weird. He was probably staring a weird amount already. Just appreciating the art on his arm, would be what he'd defend himself with.

"Great. Gem! You got a customer," he yelled to the back. Scott was definitely coming back just to see him. Which was probably a bad reason but he was damn cute.

Out the back came a girl that looked a lot like the cutie. The same shade of copper hair. Green eyes tho. She had the same annoyed expression as Cutie made at his phone. Twins? "No need to yell," she scolded. "Sorry about him, how can I help you today? I'm Gem by the way," she extended her arm, no longer annoyed but all friendly, professional and nice.

Scott somehow managed to focus on picking a spot he wanted and a starter stud. He'd think what he'd put there more permanently later. For today he picked a helix from the diagram he was presented if only just because Cutie had one of those among many others.

"He's single, fWhip, my brother," she smiled as she prepared for the job. Away from cutie ears.

"Is that a normal topic for a conversation with a customer?" Scott asked but did not mind getting the man's name.

"It's good for a sister who wants her brother to leave the house for something other than just work and pizza," Gem chuckled as she put all she needed in its place. "He only does tattoos if you want him alone for a little bit," she grinned and removed her hoodie. She had a very pretty, stained glass-like dragon on her arm. "This one was all fWhip. He's really good, especially if it's your first one," she said and got to work as Scott tried to process what he was supposed to do with that.

He could get a tattoo but that was quite a commitment to make just to stare at a cute guy. And have his hands on him... It was too tempting to not at least think about it...

There was no harm in just talking about it? Right? And he's been thinking about getting one before coming here today. So he asked Gem if he could maybe first consult a tattoo with someone. He didn't name anyone but she instantly offered to let him have 'five minutes with fWhip'. Scott just nodded. 

"fWhip, we have a customer who wants to talk about possible tattoos," Gem announced once she was done. Scott followed her and gave fWhip' a sheepish smile. "He liked my dragon so I offered to let him talk directly with the designer," she grinned. Scott was pretty sure he caught a tiny bit of blush on fWhip's face.

"Sure thing, the lady from the other side brought the flowers I ordered earlier," fWhip' shrugged and pointed to a fresh bouquet of flowers. "I had no idea what you meant so I just listed what I know you like," he shrugged and motioned Scott to follow him.

Scott was painfully aware he was alone with fWhip' when the door to his office clicked closed and a chair was pointed to him. His stare switched between fWhip, all the equipment for tattooing, a mix of colourful and monochromatic designs on the walls and a leather jacket hanging at the back of the spinning chair fWhip sat in.

"Please tell me Gem didn't force this into you?" fWhip started with a sigh. Leaning back in his chair. Unfairly attractive for the current circumstances.

"Not really, more like convinced me to finally take a first step," Scott smiled. He did not want this to end so quickly. And was now genuinely interested. "I simply have no ideas. But I've been thinking about getting one for a long time," he admitted, forcing himself to relax. He was not talking to a potential boyfriend but a professional in their place of work.

fWhip hummed. Got up and brought over a not-too-thick binder full of what turned out to be some designs he just had lying about... And they were all pretty good. But what got Scott's attention was a pair of golden stag horns. Very geometric, sketched out in pretty gold ink. "This one looks cool," he pointed out before he could bite himself.

"Mhm, could work as a back tattoo or clavicle but the second would hurt a lot more. This," he pulled his shirt's neckline down slightly, exposing some flowers. There were more peeking from under the short sleeve on his right arm. Same tattoo? "Hurt quite a bit and I'm used to it," he hummed, as Scott tried to focus words, not the sudden desire to know what and where exactly fWhip had tattooed on his body.

Scott hummed, shifting in his seat. Damn. Why must this man be so attractive? "I'll think about it and call if I make up my mind?" Was the best he could offer at the moment.

"Sure, you can also come up with any modifications you want. Would you want a photo or copy of this?" fWhip offered what Scott did not know how to ask for.

He accepted of course. Ideas about what to add, not change, already swirling in his head. Right next to all the indecent thoughts of fWhip his brain refused to let go of. He should not be thinking these thoughts yet here he was.

He felt weird when he left after paying for everything. He was happy with his new piercing but the sheet of paper with the scan of fWhip's sketch felt heavy in his bag. And it wasn't even the proper thing. Just a copy.

With a sigh, Scott almost dragged himself to his favourite coffee shop. He had some designs to work on. 

He could barely focus. The way fWhip swayed in his chair as he spoke was stuck in his mind. The way his fingers toyed with a pen all the time as well. Scott could not think about anything but the golden antlers' sketch.

His mind was mostly stuck on an image of fWhip, for unknown reasons shirtless with a rather blurry imagining of more flower tattoos based on what Scott had seen so far. Sketching it while looking very aesthetic and handsome... Damn. Scott wanted that man to break him in half...

He sighed as he pulled out a sheet of special foil he used to speculate modifications on printed-out designs and lined it over the print of fWhip's sketch. Not like he could focus on anything else...

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

[weirdcat1213]

Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

[thesupreme316]

#Grateful Pt. 2 (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 993

Summary: It's the day after Y/N agreed to help Darius, but does she have cold feet about it?

Supreme Speaks: hi, so the way I'm doing this series is that each part is divided by days (so one day per part). um, tbh this is a filler and a motivator to move the story along. thanks again to @hooks-martin for the request and for allowing me to do a series for this request.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook

Link to Part 1

Monday, November 22, 2022

“So what’s happening today?” Skye asked you over the phone as you exited your apartment.

“Darius and I are supposed to meet up to discuss the trip and everything. It’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you type of thing.” You said walking towards the stairs. You were kind of nervous, not gonna lie. Your hands were jittery, you had to take a couple of deep breaths. Since AEW was in your hometown of Chicago, Darius thought it would be a good idea to meet up today before leaving for Minnesota tomorrow.

“I think this a great opportunity for you to gain a new friendship,” Willow said in the background. To be honest, you were a little secluded backstage, despite being in such a social position. You literally did most of the makeup and face paint of AEW Stars. It’s not that you hated talking to people, you were just a little more introverted than most (so yeah you hated people). But some people made their goals to befriend you like Skye and Willow. Others gradually got to get to know you like The Lads (Hook, Andretti, Dante, and Anthony).

With Darius, it was different. Due to his injury and his move to ROH, you never really got to know him. But he was sweet and nice all the times you talked to him. You got his number as an emergency contact with The Lads.

“I guess. But, why did he ask you again? You guys don’t even talk that much or know each other.”

You sighed, “He said it because he doesn’t want feelings to get involved and that I was the only girl who won’t make him feel uncomfortable in this scenario.” Pausing, you stopped in the stairwell. With your voice echoing, “I don’t know though guys, I think I’m gonna back out, this might be too much.” You would feel bad for backing out of your word, but at the same time, it might be too much to do something like this for a person you barely know.

“But what about the Top Flight hoodie? That’s such a fire hoodie though!” Willow exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I can make it myself or I can just buy it. No biggie.” You turned around to start climbing the stairs and go back to your room.
 “If you say so.” Skye drifted off, before making a sound. “Oh! Cole Karter asked about you today.”

You stopped and tilted your head in annoyance. “Again?”

“Mm-hmm, he was wondering how he should approach you for a date.” For the past three weeks, Cole has been hinting at asking you out and trying to form a relationship with you. Cole was a handsome man, and very talented indeed, another AEW wrestler. However, he was a douche. The way he acted towards others was a major turn-off for you. But no matter what you said to him, he would never take no for an answer. “Y/N! I got an idea.”

“Listening…”

“If you go fake date Darius, not only would that help him, it could help you get rid of Cole!” Skye said excitedly.

Willow chimed back in. “And ask yourself, who would you rather date? Darius or Cole?”

Your eyes shifted around as you turned yourself around once more and went down the stairs. “Y’all ain't gotta say another word.”

— Time Skip: 2 Hours Later —

“So then, Dante jumped but underestimated how far the table was and just hit the floor,” Darius said, making you laugh. “He couldn’t eat for like two days.”

“I know he was pissed!” You exclaimed, laughing even more.

So far, you’ve been on this “date” with Darius for an hour, and thus far it’s been pretty great. Granted, there were still some awkward silences (like right after you two finished giggling), but you were still having some fun. You two have been getting to know each other, telling each other stories, you’ve been enjoying each other’s company so much that you forgot the original reason why you guys met up.

“Y/N, thanks again for agreeing to do this,” Darius said

You shrugged it off. “It’s literally no problem! Beneficial for both of us, besides I need to get out of the house anyways. So what do my duties consist of?”

“It’s so simple. We act like we’re in love, fool everyone, and leave. Afterward, I’ll just tell them that something happened and we broke up but we are still good friends.”

“And we leave tomorrow?” Darius nodded. “I know that’s gonna be a long drive.”

“Dante and I will be switching halfway, so everything will be fine,” Darius said. After he said that, a brief awkward pause entered the space. At this point, it was expected as, again, you were getting to know each other. “Also, be prepared for a lot of questions. My family is very nosey and loves to try to get every detail as possible, and they’ll try to see if we like each other.”

“What kind of questions will they ask?”

“It ranges. They’ll be like extremely invasive like ’Oh, what did you guys do on your 3-month anniversary? And if someone said this to me how you would respond?’ or they’ll be very basic like ‘What’s my favorite color?’ Again, they range.”

You took in the information as a lightbulb went off in your head. You don’t even know basic information about your supposed ‘boyfriend’. “So what is your favorite color?”

Darius’s face dropped as he realized that despite exchanging simple stories, you didn’t know anything about each other. He chuckled as his face created a small smile. “Blue, specifically, royal blue. What about yours?” You told him yours as his smile grew, “That’s a pretty color for a pretty girl.” Blushing, you started to tell him more basic information about yourself.

And soon, those awkward silences were filled with laughs and flirty banter. From here, it can only get better….

You hope.