#sorry for being long i shortened it as much as possible

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~

[msbigredmachine]

Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)

After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.

Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry 😭)

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...

Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs

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He could get used to this.

As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come. 

He couldn’t wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, she’d flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. “It’s a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,” she’d told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being ‘flewed out’. He’d been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.

Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasn’t some weirdo fan. “Hello?”

“You left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!” the shrill, familiar voice responded.

Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. “I know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,” was his cold greeting. 

“I just want us to talk, Joe! We can’t just end things the way we did!”

“Ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Are you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!” Ebony pleaded. “You didn’t even invite me to Sika’s funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Bitch, don’t piss me off!” Joe countered angrily. “Blurting out that I’m not Josiah’s daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!”

“That’s a female ass trait, y’know, lookin’ through my phone and invading my privacy!” Ebony complained.

“You can invade these nuts,” Joe dismissed, “You cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! That’s enough for me to wash my hands off of you and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, “Let me guess. You’re with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dad’s funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you don’t wanna work things out, right? Weren’t you seeing her before we broke up? Who’s the cheater now, huh?”

Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all she’d done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. “We were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Don’t act like your whorish toxic ways didn’t drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so I’ve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.”

Ebony kissed her teeth. “You are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!”

“So that’s why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!” He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. “Imma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and it’s my attorney you’ll be talking to.” Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.

Fuck that ho.

Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, he’d googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.

Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasn’t too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasn’t hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night. 

And it wasn’t all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that he’d never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished he’d had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.

A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didn’t quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didn’t mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.

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Kat’s mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular ‘Acknowledge Me’ magnet, was a note from her saying that she’d just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.

He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.

After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; she’d ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.

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The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didn’t even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom. 

Katrina’s back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derrière where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.

Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. “Did I frighten you?”

“Not really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.” 

Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Don’t let me stop you,” he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss he’d been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait.  

Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. “Mmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?”

“You know I did, Daddy,” she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, they’re beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you are, baby,” Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. “How was your meeting?”

Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. “Waste of my time. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. “You looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.”

“I was,” he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. “Bro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.”

“Huh. I had one finger out too, but it wasn’t in the air, and I was layin’ in bed. Naked,” Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.

The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me." 

“Wait.” She put up one hand before he could grab her. “Before we get started…I never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeral…But did you take the DNA test?” she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions. 

“Yeah. Josiah’s not mine,” he replied sadly.

Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy he’d thought was his child. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could muster.

“Don’t be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but he’s not my responsibility any more,” he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.

“Oh, baby.” Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. “What can I do?” 

Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. “Just be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Of course. You know I gotchu,” she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didn’t quite exist before. 

In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hours’ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each other’s mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.

Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. “Just a lil’ sumn to celebrate your arrival,” she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability he’d never felt before.

Kat smiled down at him. “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For real?” His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.

Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. “Yeah. I mean…After everything we’ve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course I’m in love with you too.”

They were words he’d been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. “You’re beautiful too, baby girl,” he rasped, drawing her back in, “So fuckin’ beautiful…”

They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his father’s funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.

But apparently, she had other plans. 

She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. “Get in,” she instructed him.

He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head. 

“Baby…” he pouted.

“Shhhh,” Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.

Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.

“Fuck, baby, feel what you do to me?” Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre: 

"I’m just getting started, big guy."

Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joe’s eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.

“Shit, baby you killin’ me,” he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph. 

“When I get my hands on you…” he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control she’d taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.

Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth. 

“Oh my god…” he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.

“You came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,” Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.

“Untie me. Now,” Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she  reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.

“Such a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,” he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed. 

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,” Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. “I’m here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.” It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. “You so wet for me, baby girl,” he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. “I love it when you use me. You love using Daddy’s big dick, huh?”

"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe.  

“Unnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,” he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. “I ain’t pullin’ out,” he announced, moving her on him again, “I'ma come all up inside you, baby.”

His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.

"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.

“I love you too, baby...oh fuck,” Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Kat’s toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie. 

An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.

“Welcome home, my love,” she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.

“Glad to be home, my love,” he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. “I can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.”

"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."

THE END.

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A/N: This is the only story I've had the energy to complete. I'd love to know your thoughts!

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[the-brave-gang]

CHAT IVE DONE IT FINALLY I DREW THE GANG !!!

more info below + general headcanons for these guys

GingerBrave

He/him - 15

Gingerbrave yippie! i was not going to stay canon compliant with him guys im so sorry but like. i wanted to dress him up i think he looks cool here!

Sort of based off of his Shroomie design, with a few tweaks to make it my own

his candy cane is double action! Using it as a weapon when needed, but also as an actual cane! problem with jumping directly out of an oven without having time to cool down and then immediately running off means his legs are a little messed up, so he sometimes needs a little bit of support

very much NOT a fan of the witches, doesn't like to talk about them and has a bit of a fear of them - also has a fear of being eaten alive. i wonder why

He's the second oldest, only being a bit younger than Wizard cookie (by like, maybe a month or so)

He's the tallest out of the three, a bit taller than Strawberry cookie and waaay taller than Wizard Cookie

Strawberry Cookie

doesn't technically have any family, if anything the Witch who baked him would be the closest thing to a parent that he has, he pretends he's okay with this.

Only ever refers to ppl with their full name. For example, he'll never shorten names, and he never drops the 'cookie' part of names ( ex. He'll only call pv, pure vanilla cookie, and so on)

She/her - 14

my shayla.... MY SHAYLAAA i love her sm guys she might get more info bc i just love her sm

Youngest out of the three, only by a year but she's still more aware and cautious about most things.

she has family who live in the Hollyberry kingdom, and is actually the sister of Raspberry Cookie!

She's actually quite strong too, coming from house Raspberry and the kind of family she has means she did get in some training before she ended up leaving to adventure with GingerBrave and Wizard cookie

She has Very bad Anxiety and she has Autism, GingerBrave and Wizard cookie help her with both, Gingerbrave helps with her anxiety and helps her become more confident, while Wizard cookie helps her with the autism symptoms she experiences, both stand up for her when needed.

her design is also based off of her shroomie design, but with some tweaks because i wasn't fond of how her hoodie was done

her hair is actually kinda long! she usually wears it in a low bun/braid to keep it neat though

Wizard Cookie

He/him - 15

The oldest of the group, and the one who's stayed closest to canon because i actually really like how simple his design is.

Shortest of the group! he makes up for the height difference with his hat being as tall as it is. it doesn't work.

Is actually really skilled in magic, studied a lot more and waaay ahead of his grade in his spare time.

He often considers himself the smartest out of the three, but in reality he's only book smart. doesn't know survival skills to save his life.

Honestly relies on his magic a little too much sometimes and ends up super drained at the end of most days

even though he acts all tough and as mature as possible he still is a kid, he still gets as moody and emotional as your average teenager

[niki-phoria]

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 505

notes: sorry for the late post, i've been too busy reading zb1 fanfics to write anything lmao, possibly ooc megumi, not proofread, title from soulja boy - kiss me thru the phone

it wasn’t often that FUSHIGURO MEGUMI allowed himself to be vulnerable. even with the people he trusted the most, it always felt as if there was a wall separating him from others - a barrier preventing him from fully allowing himself to feel any love or comfort in fear of it being ripped away again. 

it was hard - even if he pretended like it wasn’t. 

you had come to see many different sides of megumi over your time at jujutsu high. you had watched his glares become softer and long silences shorten until he would freely share his ideas with you. somehow, when it came to you, all of his defenses had failed, one after another. he found himself looking out for you - watching over your training sessions; following after you during missions; waiting at your bedside when you got hurt. 

something about megumi was different. something about you was different. 

falling for you was fast. it happened before megumi had realized what was happening. brief glances had become nervous touches, and nervous touches had become long conversations that lasted far into the early hours of the morning until megumi found himself lying beside you in your bed, falling into a deep sleep almost as quickly as you did. 

the morning had come quickly and quietly. sunlight seeps into your dorm room through your open blinds, casting your sleeping figure in golden light. megumi watches intently as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm; stray strands of hair frame your relaxed features. 

despite himself, megumi smiles softly at the sight. he reaches up before gingerly resting his hand against your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin. “y/n,” megumi whispers. you stir in response; your face twitches as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. the feeling causes heat to spread across his face and goosebumps to rise along his skin. “come on. we have a mission.”

you lazily wrap your arms around his waist, tugging your body closer until your head rests against his chest. megumi does his best to ignore the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach to little avail. “not yet,” you rasp out, nuzzling yourself even closer to him. 

he purses his lips. your body is warm beneath the covers as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. as much as he hates to admit it, megumi would much rather lay in bed with you then watch you risk your life to kill a curse yet again. 

“gojo-sensei will be upset if we’re late,” he sighs. cool hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing shapes into your bare skin. you startle momentarily at the feeling, but don’t move much otherwise. “y/n…”

you simply frown in response, tightening your grip around his waist. “five more minutes,” you murmur. megumi freezes when you blink up at him with flushed cheeks and tired eyes. “please?”

it wasn’t often that megumi allowed himself to be vulnerable. but with a request like that, how could he ever say no?

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[beemochi-art]

You also said that Ratchet is the way he is because of Sentinel Prime, can we get a bit more info on that pls?

Yah I can talk about Ratty! (Tw mentions of torture and religious abuse and other super cool and fun things.)

So ratchet was once a most talented medic in all of Iacon. The more he achieved the harder it was for patients to get helped by him. He mostly was reserved to help diplomats. But how often do they get hurt? I mean really.

So Ratchet was just sitting around letting his talents go to waist. He didn’t like that. Since Ratch had so much free time on his hands he left to go find people to help. For free. He went to Kaon and met Drift. He became pretty well know in the community, everyone was pretty protective of him. Drift one day got very injured in a fight, he need Ratchets full attention. While he was working he got a call from his medical center back in Iacon. Alpha trion had been injured and was in need of immediate medical treatment. Ratchet couldn’t just leave drift to die, once drift was stable ratchet rushed back to Iacon. Though Alpha trion could be saved the injury’s he sustained would be permanent, he was now really weak and transforming would be difficult. Ratchet had to admit to his crimes in front of a council. It was suggested he’d be terminated since he isn’t fit to do what he was made to.

Ratchet refused to apologize for helping people that needed it. No matter what they did to him.

But Sentinel had a different plan. Sentinel claimed that Primes could tame all on cybertron and the medic was no exception.

Ratchet wouldn’t brake. He could be beaten, humiliated and tortured but still he refused to apologize for falling for Drift or for helping the people that need it. Sentinel pulled his last tactic, one that works every time. He will leave this method as a last resort as a way to showing mercy. But Ratchet had enough warnings.

This when Sentinels used what is called a Spark marker. The device was a Quintesson tool and there is only one left. It looks simple enough but It is used as a violent form of branding. It is placed directly on the spark, once it is taken off the Spark it will leave a black triangle on the frame, it cannot be buffered out because the mark run so deep, it can only be covered. It causes horrible amounts of pain, possibly shortens their lifespan and blanks the processor, memories get jumbled and confusing, equaling hallucinations. Ratchet had dreams of Drift telling him to wake up. Or would see him standing behind Sentinel as the harm was inflicted. He’d call out to him.

After many times of this happening, Ratchet’s mind and soul broke at some point. Ratchet promised to be loyal and that he was sorry. Sentinel wasn’t convinced through. He asked if Ratchet would rather Drift be the one being marked then him. A broken and defeated Ratchet said yes, as long as it wasn’t done to him, they could do whatever they wanted to Drift. He said this thinking Drift was in the room with them, mocking and his pain. Ratchet hates Drift now and blames him for all of that, at least he thinks he does.

Ratchet isn’t the only one who had this done to have been marked before. Both Nightbird and Soundwave have the same thing but to different degrees. Ratchet though is by far the worse case.

But back to Ratchet….

He took ratchet with him on expeditions with the knights. Ratchet worked tirelessly to be a model servant. Sentinel would reward him in various ways that would help him, forget that mangy Drift. Unfortunately….

He may not act like it sometimes but he believes that they are gods among men. There is nothing a Prime could say or do wrong. Literally anything asked of him he would do. (Idk if any of you watch Steven universe but Ratchet is like Pearl is with the diamonds.)

All that torture he has endured (by the way still causes him mental, emotional and physical suffering.) he thinks he deserved and is better of for it.

Ratchet’s whole mindset has been rewritten. He’s more of a servant that just so happens to know how to be a medic. He’s serving Optimus now who makes his job of being the holier than thou mentally stable one, a lot harder. Ratchet has benefited more with Op because he can let go a little bit more. Plus Op doesn’t ask him to do things that are Humiliating or Cruel. He is treated like an equal, which it Ratchet, isn’t right.

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑒

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Did I really just say ‘sup? What the fuck is wrong with me? 

You don’t know how to react. The fact that the heroine is standing right in front of you has you undeniably tongue-tied. You were resolved to avoid her at all costs. How in the world did you end up running into her like this? While she’s crying, no less? 

Actually… why is she even crying? 

From what you recall, the villainess was meant to harass her tonight, but that couldn’t possibly have happened since, well, you’re the villainess now. And you’ve been busy dealing with Alistair’s sorry ass until just recently. Does that mean that because the villainess wasn’t here, someone else stepped in and decided to harass her instead? 

“P-Pardon me,” Lucy sniffles, wiping her eyes as quickly as she can manage. “What you said just now… I didn’t quite understand it. ‘Sup, was the word? Is it a local expression? Forgive me for not being well-versed with the customs here yet…” 

Bruh. You just unironically got the heroine to use modern-day slang. This has got to be some kind of hidden achievement. 

“It means what’s up?” you hastily explain. “As in, what’s going on? Just a shortened version of the phrase. And, uh… sorry. That probably wasn't the best thing to say. I didn’t realize that you were crying at first. Is everything alright?” 

You still can’t believe you’re actually talking to the heroine right now. Even though you’ve already met all of the love interests, she’s the main character of the game, and up until this point, she was mainly a stand-in for you as the player. You only ever saw the world through her eyes. Being able to actually hold a conversation with her like this is next level. 

Lucy’s eyes widen in understanding. “Oh. I see. Thank you for educating me in the ways of your kingdom. So, ‘sup is mainly meant to be used as a greeting? I’ll be sure to try and use it as much as I can from now on.”

“N-No, you really don’t need to do that,” you insist. “It’s kind of… informal. I think I’m the only one who goes around saying that. And I really shouldn’t. But more importantly, are you okay?”

Evidently, she isn’t okay, and you’re not really sure why you’re even asking. You should be getting the hell out of here while you still can. It’s always safer for heroines and villainesses to stay as far apart from each other as humanly possible. That’s just common knowledge. 

“I’m… alright,” Lucy reassures. She offers a sad, visibly strained smile. Even though she’s only just met you for the first time, she’d still rather hide her sadness than burden a stranger. She would rather suffer in silence than trouble anyone with her problems. 

Truly heroine material. 

You knit your brows together. Since the villainess couldn’t have been responsible for this, then who was it? Who could possibly be so needlessly cruel and—ah. 

Nevermind. You’ve already found the culprit. Or perhaps you should say culprits. 

You recognize those women. They’re the same ones who talked shit about you when you went out to the last party. Back then, you remember they were making snide remarks about how mean and shameless you are, but it turns out they’re quite the bullies themselves, as evidenced by the fact that they’re covering their faces with fans and quietly laughing in Lucy’s direction. 

Truthfully, it’s not all that surprising that this happened. Lucy hails from a fallen noble household, and her family was granted new noble titles upon moving to the kingdom, because the king is ever-so-benevolent, but many people look down on her and think she doesn’t belong in high society. Even though the king wants everyone to extend her and her family a warm welcome, in reality, the majority of the people here tonight are probably gossiping about her right this very second. 

Whether it’s in this fictional world or back in the real one, no matter the time or place, there’s one thing that never changes. 

People can be really fucking shitty. 

“Did those bitches say something mean to you?” you ask, nudging your chin in their direction. 

Lucy lets out a gasp, clearly taken aback by your language. “I-I beg your pardon?” 

“That group over there. Those pathetic, catty bitches. They’re the ones that made you cry, I’m assuming?” 

She recoils, and even though she doesn’t say anything to actually confirm your suspicions, the hesitant, pained look in her eyes is already more than enough. 

Well, then. Perhaps it’s time to put your villainess reputation to good use. 

“Wait right here,” you smile sweetly. Lucy tries to stammer out a protest, but you’re already stomping your way over to the group of snickering women, heels clicking loudly against the marble floors with every step you take. 

Finally, you stop in front of them, and the ringleader—the same one who was manning the group last time—gives you a pointed glare. 

“Ah, hello there,” she greets, with little to no enthusiasm. “I see you actually turned up tonight. I was convinced you were going to skip the event altogether. You’ve never been much of a stickler for the rules, after all.” 

“Let’s save the pleasantries for another time,” you brush off. “I take it you’re the ones who made Lucy cry? Even though she’s supposed to be one of the guests of honor tonight?” 

“Why, whatever do you mean?” 

All of them feign ignorance, of course, but you notice how the corners of their lips twitch in amusement when they glance Lucy’s way. 

“Don’t play with me, bitch,” you say—and of course, all of them react by gasping loudly, just like Lucy did. 

Bitch #1 narrows her eyes. “What did you just call me? Surely I must have heard wrong. Even you should know how to speak to people with the bare minimum of—” 

“I called you a bitch, because that’s what you are. Do you need to get your ears cleaned or something? Bitch?”

Cue another wave of loud, overly exaggerated gasps. It’s hilarious how offended they all are by that word. Back in your world, people use it constantly. There are so many other horrible words people have come up with that it’s become pretty commonplace, to be honest. 

But not here, evidently.

“You sicken me,” Bitch #1 grits out. “I don’t know where you get the nerve. How do your parents put up with having such a miserable excuse for a daughter? Although I suppose the fault also lies with them. It’s their gross negligence that’s to blame for all this.” 

“Don’t speak ill of my parents, bitch. They’re lovely people. They could afford to be a bit stricter, for sure, but that’s beside the point. Watch your mouth.” 

“Are you still calling me that?!” she fumes. 

You can tell there’s a tantrum inbound, which is why before she can say anything else, you grab the folding fan from her hand, and without even wasting a beat, snap it clean in half. 

This time, she outright wails. 

“H-How dare you! My fiancé gave me that fan as a gift! You monster! You demon!” 

“I’m sure he can buy you another one,” you dismiss. She’s acting like her puppy just died or something, damn. But either way, you’re not going to feel any remorse for someone who was just bullying an innocent woman moments ago—and enjoying it, too. 

The other bitches crowd around Bitch #1 while she mourns the loss of her stupid fan, and you step closer to them, voice dropping several octaves. 

“That ought to put things into perspective,” you glower. “It doesn’t feel good to have someone treat you like shit, does it? In that case, you shouldn’t be doing it to other people. And if ever I catch any of you acting like this again, next time, I’ll break your faces instead.” 

You hold up your fist as a warning, and even make a point of shaking it at them. It’s all for show, of course. You’re certainly no fighter, but hey, they don’t need to know that. 

It seems to work, anyway. They all look sufficiently horrified. Horrified enough that they’ll probably stay far away from Lucy from now on.

You wait until they’ve scurried off with their tails between their legs, then cross your arms and proudly hold your head up high. Maybe you’re actually more of a villainess than you first thought. 

More importantly…

You turn back towards Lucy, unsurprised to find her staring at you all wide-eyed and incredulous. Plenty of other people are staring, too, although they don’t look quite as taken aback as Lucy does. Probably because this is exactly the kind of thing they would expect from someone like you. 

Whatever. You still need to work on restoring your reputation, and you always knew that would be an uphill battle. Even though you were defending Lucy in this instance, it doesn’t look like anyone is willing to listen to your side of things, but you’re hopeful that with a bit of time and a lot of effort on your part, they’ll come around.

Maybe. 

“Hopefully they’ll leave you alone from now on,” you tell Lucy, smiling brightly. “A lot of people feel uneasy around me, so I’m guessing they’ll think twice about picking on you now that I’ve threatened them.” 

Lucy blinks several times in quick succession. “O-Oh. Thank you… for helping me. I’m very sorry for inconveniencing you. I’ve only just gotten here, and I’m already causing so much trouble…” 

A few more tears slip down her cheeks, and she now looks absolutely mortified at the thought that she’s put you in a bad position or something. 

Poor baby. 

You’re the villainess, and she’s the heroine. Those two just don’t mix. Part of you was tempted to walk away right when you ran into her, but you felt too guilty leaving her to cry on her own. The very reason you steered clear of her tonight was to avoid triggering the plot, of course, but also so that she could actually enjoy the evening. It’s a shame that there are so many shitty people out there. 

“Please don’t cry,” you say, and you reach into your pocket to pull out a handkerchief. You keep smiling as you hand it to her. “Here. I brought this with me tonight because I’m kind of a messy eater, but you can use it to dry your tears. I promise those women will leave you alone from now on. They’re all scared of me. It might sound easier said than done, but now that they’re gone, try to enjoy what’s left of the evening. Okay?” 

“Th-Thank you,” Lucy stammers. She reaches out to take the handkerchief, then starts blotting the corners of her eyes, still sniffling every so often. “I’m terribly sorry for making such a fuss. I’m sure this must have put a damper on your spirits.” 

“Not at all. I’m good at calling people out when they act shitty. They’ve been pissing me off for a while now anyway, so it was actually kind of cathartic.” You pause for a moment, then pat her on the shoulder, and offer yet another smile—a reassuring one, this time. “There’s seriously no need to apologize. And whatever they said to you, don’t take it to heart. People that go around making others feel bad are just pathetic, insecure losers. Deep down, they hate themselves. That’s why they try to take it out on someone else.”

“Do you… really think so?” 

“Trust me. If they felt good about themselves, they wouldn’t go out of their way to try and tear someone else down.” 

Lucy keeps wiping at the corners of her eyes, and occasionally patting her cheeks, which are a little gritty from the tears that have already dried down. A bit of color is starting to return to her face, though. She looks like she’s finally feeling a little better.

It’d be nice if you could stick around to make sure she enjoys the rest of her night, but you’ve already overstepped enough. From here on out, your lives must remain completely separate from one another. Otherwise, if you get too wrapped up in the storyline, you might not even have a life left to live.

Still, it was nice getting to meet her. You wish her nothing but happiness from here on out. 

“I need to leave now, but I really do hope you feel better. I don’t know if you’ve tried any yet, but the pastries they’re passing around are pretty good. Maybe eating something sweet will cheer you up a bit. And you can keep the handkerchief. Think of it as a little welcoming gift.” 

You’re already walking away, but you make a point to stop and wave back at her with a big grin.

“Bye-bye, Lucy! It was nice meeting you!” 

Lucy watches as you disappear into the crowd. It all happened so fast that she can’t even fully process it. You came in like a tornado, immediately ripping those women a new one for having harassed her unprompted. Other people clearly saw it happening, but nobody bothered to do anything about it. Nobody cared enough to help.

Nobody but you. 

You’re already gone, and it’s a shame, because she didn’t even get to ask what your name was. There’s not a doubt in her mind that you’re a good person. The way you spoke to those women was cutthroat and harsh, but you only did it because you knew they were in the wrong. You didn’t even hesitate to rise to her defense. If only… if only she’d gotten to know your name. 

Lucy unfolds the handkerchief a bit more to continue wiping her face, but as she does so, her eyes widen.

“...oh.”

You probably should have expected this, since just about every noble in the kingdom is here, but you keep running into people you know left and right. 

“[Name]!” Rowan beams. “I’m so fortunate to have crossed paths with you. It feels like it’s been ages since we last spoke. You’re even more beautiful than when I saw you the first time. I didn’t realize such a thing was possible.” 

The ass-kissing is still going strong, I see. 

“Hello, Rowan,” you sigh. 

“That’s a rather lackluster response. Aren’t you happy to see me?” 

“No, not particularly. Tonight’s been plenty eventful enough. A little peace and quiet certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“I can be quiet,” Rowan insists, but somehow, you doubt that. 

“Should we play a game?” you challenge. “First one to talk loses?” 

“Pfft. I’m not a child, [Name]. Your tricks won’t work on me. If you’d like to shut me up, a better way would be to seal my lips with a kiss.”

He proceeds to tap said lips and lean towards you with a crooked grin, as if that’s supposed to make your panties drop or something. 

You forcefully push him back. “Ew. Chill out, man. I don’t even know you like that.” 

Rather than being offended by your dismissal, Rowan just laughs. “You really are incredibly amusing. I can tell I’ll never get bored of spending time with you.”

He continues yapping, of course, but you’re not really paying attention—on account of the fact that you’ve just spotted Flynn from a little distance away. 

“Shit!” you curse. You duck, and thankfully, it doesn’t look like he saw you. Plenty of people are looking at you funny, since you’re crouched down well below them, but fuck if you care. The last thing you want is for that guy to be sticking to your side all night and sussing you out the way he always does. 

Rowan appears next to you with a smile, also crouching down. “What’s going on?” he muses. “Who are we hiding from?” 

You scowl irritably, refusing to dignify him with a response. Instead, you carefully creep away until you’re sure Flynn won’t be able to spot you. Or at least, you hope he won’t. 

“Do you know that man?” Rowan asks, tilting his head inquisitively. “The blond gentleman with the strange accents in his hair. I notice you keep looking at him. You seem rather concerned.” 

“He’s just someone I’d rather not deal with right now,” you wave off. 

“Not another suitor, I hope. Since you agreed to let me court you for a while. You already have my heart, [Name]. Please don’t toy with it.” 

Rowan makes a big show of sniffling and pretending to wipe away some invisible tears. He's even fake-whining a bit, despite the fact that you definitely never asked for his whimper audios.

“Just an old friend of mine,” you eye-roll. “But things are complicated at the moment, so it’s easier if I avoid him for a bit. I’ve got a lot going on.”

“I see. Well, it doesn’t surprise me that so many men are interested in you. You really are the prized jewel of the kingdom. My only regret is that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

“What part of he’s just a friend did you not understand?” 

Rowan chuckles. “My sweet, beautiful [Name]. You’re an intelligent woman, but it appears as though you have quite the innocent, naive side to you as well. It’s exceptionally endearing, but as your suitor, I can’t help but worry that you’ll fall prey to other cunning men’s schemes. Just because a man acts like he’s your friend doesn’t mean he’s only interested in being your friend. Please keep that in mind.”

“Yes, thank you for your invaluable advice,” you exhale loudly. “I can handle myself, so don’t worry. And Flynn really is only my friend. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s interested in someone else.” 

He will be soon enough, anyway. 

“I suppose I’ll just have to trust your judgment,” Rowan chuckles, yet another sly smile resting upon his lips. “In any case, we’re playing hide and seek, are we? This should be fun.”

This guy is seriously a real piece of work. Time and time again, you can’t help but marvel at how utterly shameless he is. Although perhaps the same can be said about you, but whatever. You at least have an excuse. Namely, not dying.

You face Rowan with a frown. “Hey. I’d like you to be completely honest. Are you only interested in marrying me because I rejected Alistair?”

“What a strange accusation,” he replies, hardly even batting an eye. “What benefit is there in courting the woman that was once romantically involved with my cousin? I’m already well aware of how people will perceive my actions, but I’m choosing to ignore all of that simply because I’m so taken with you.” 

“I’m not saying there’s necessarily a benefit. I just got a weird feeling when you proposed to me right after you’d heard I broke off my engagement with Alistair.” 

“Well, yes, because I was excited. I felt guilty for reacting the way I did, but I felt like I’d finally been given the chance to approach you myself. Didn’t I already explain this before?” 

“You did, but… I don’t know.”

Speaking to Alistair earlier must have brought your doubts back to the surface. It seems like they despise each other even more than what was implied in the game, in which case, perhaps Rowan’s interest in you really is just part of some petty quarrel. You don’t even have feelings for this guy or anything, so it’s not like you care whether he genuinely likes you or not, but still. 

You don’t very much like the idea of being used as a pawn.

“I will do whatever it takes to convince you that my feelings for you are genuine,” Rowan promises. He grabs your hand in his and gently squeezes it, then raises it to his lips and gives your skin a featherlight kiss. “There’s not a doubt in my mind that you are the woman I want to be with. Every interaction we have makes me that much more certain.”

But I’ve just been rejecting you this whole time. Do you have a humiliation kink or something?

You slowly pull your hand back. “Well, I did agree to give you a chance. I’ll date you for a little while and see how it goes. But you’d better be telling the truth. I don’t appreciate being lied to. And I can be pretty scary when I’m mad.”

“Forgive me, but with a face as radiant as yours, I don’t think I’d ever be scared of it,” he grins, lovingly pinching your cheek.

You let out another sigh. He’s remarkably persistent, you have to give him credit where it’s due. And technically he’s not directly involved in the plot of the story, so it’s not like spending time with him will raise any death flags or anything. You just hope he doesn’t turn out to be a total asshole. 

“Ah—crap!” you exclaim, and you grab Rowan’s hand in a hurry. “Flynn’s coming over here! We need to run, quick!” 

You pull him along, weaving in and out of the crowd, and the whole while, Rowan can’t seem to stop smiling. 

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Permanent Change of Station (John Price x Reader)

You goad John and make a revelation.

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CW: swearing, explicit sex (MDNI)

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‘John! Slow down, you absolute muppet.”

You are practically panting, tugging hard on his hand after having to trot alongside his long strides for most of the way home. He finally seems to hear you and his next step is shortened, scaling back to a speed that allows you to pull even with him. 

“Sorry, love.” He acknowledges, his tone still brusque.

“Are you alright?” 

Now that you can catch your breath a bit, you’re concerned, John’s dragging you down the street out of character. You march beside him for a moment and he seems to chew your question over before giving the most unbelievable answer possible when you arrive at the front door.

“Yeah, I’m good.” 

You sigh, watching him fiddle with his keys. As you wait beside him you take in his body language, your slowly sobering brain working overtime on the puzzle that is John Price. The tension hasn’t left his body and his shoulders are tight. The set of his jaw is stern, his expression pinched. You wonder at his full-bodied reaction to some mindless drunk idiot, unsure if the change in his normal demeanour is your relatively new relationship status or something else. You decide to push the boundaries you used to stick to, instead of backing off. 

“John, you dragged me two blocks. What’s going on?” You follow him into the front hallway, shrugging out of your coat. 

“Not a fan of his hands on you, is all.” 

John answers, half turned away from you, the lines of his body still stiff with unspent energy. He’s hanging up the coats while you step out of your boots, watching him for clues. 

“Jealous? Of that guy?” 

You can’t help the incredulity in your tone and are rewarded with a sharp look from John. 

“Not jealous. Concerned for your safety.” 

He answers, facing you again. You are reminded of the size difference between you, and how much restraint John usually shows when he puts his hands on you. 

“My safety?”

John stays silent but his eyes are locked on you, the intensity not having left his face in the slightest. Your half-sober brain finally puts the pieces together, catching up with your mouth. John’s primed for a fight that isn’t coming, his body wound tight to react to a threat no longer there. Oh.

“Are you sure, John?” 

“Your safety is my business, especially now.” He’s still terse, his hands going to his hips as he stares you down, not enjoying the implications of being considered jealous over some pissant.

You can’t tell if it’s the beer still running through your veins or some inner swell of confidence but you sashay away from John, plucking the buttons of your work shirt open as you go. You’ve already decided the best course of action, whether he realizes it or not. 

“I’m safe, John. Are you going to be able to let it go, now?”

He’s watching your hands, following you down the hallway without any conscious thought. 

“Sure.” 

He answers with one word, not convincing you at all. His back is still straight and the tension is still visible in his body, even at a few steps from him as you are now. 

You look at him with a raised brow before dropping your shirt into the hamper. John watches you wiggle out of your work pants, standing in your underwear giving him a disbelieving look. He stands arms akimbo, focus intent, sucking up all the air in the room.

“Not very believable, handsome. Want to know what I think?” 

You pick your way over to him, your heart thrumming against your breastbone. You’ve poked at John before, but he’s usually in a better head space to take your prodding. You hope you aren’t biting off more than you can chew, his mood not so forgiving now. 

“Hmm?”

“I think you need to burn off this energy.”

“You complained at having to walk fast, darling.” 

John’s tone is sardonic and dismissive, but his eyes don’t leave you. You can feel the hairs raise on your body, anticipation spiralling through you.  

“Not like that, I think you need to fuck me.”

“What?” 

John’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes darken though, a nod to the desire simmering between you all night that even he can’t will away. 

“You heard me.” You step into his space, your fingers walking up his stomach to follow the curve of his ribs. You grab two fistfuls of his shirt over his pecs, tugging him down so you can speak directly into his ear. “C’mon John, fuck me.”

It’s as if you have flipped a switch in the man, his hands wrapping around your biceps tightly, stepping into you and directing your body backwards into the wall with a thump. His hands lack the tenderness they normally have, now grasping and greedy, squeezing the softness of your curves as he pins you in place. 

“You make me fucking crazy; you know that?” 

John’s breath is hot at the base of your neck, making your belly swoop with lust. His gravelly voice is low, sending shivers down to the base of your spine as it washes over you, your fingers spreading over his belly. You’re trying to get your fingers under his shirt when John yanks it up between his shoulder blades, throwing it. You only get a moment to press your palms against the wiry hair of his warm belly before he’s jerking you around, making you face the wall. 

His palms pin your shoulders firmly, the unspoken message clear, don’t move. You make a small questioning sound before you can feel the whiskers of his face and his hot mouth on the base of your neck. His hands stroke down to your bra, undoing it to make way for his mouth, working down the vertebra of your spine. You can feel him kneeling, his knees on either side of your feet and his hands tugging your thong down, his whiskers and mouth in the small of your back. Your thighs clench together of their own volition, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps at his touch. His teeth closing on the globe of your ass makes you gasp and twist, a hand landing in his hair. A dark chuckle and he grips your wrist, removing your hand as he stands, spinning you around to face him again. 

Before you can say a single thing, he’s got your face between his palms, claiming your mouth with his lips and tongue, shutting any higher brain function down. Your hands wrap around his forearms, steadying yourself against his crowding body. He’s moving you again, your legs wobbly from the rush of desire coursing through you. John follows your stumbling steps, steering you into the bathroom as he devours your mouth, drinking in the small needy sounds you can’t help making. You’re panting when he breaks away, his hands bold on your body, twisting you around again, this time to face the mirror.

You can see your own kiss swollen lips, cheeks and chest flushed, nipples tight in the reflection. John’s face is dark with intent, one hand curling over your belly to cup your slit, his fingers sliding over your slick curls, his other landing on your back, forcing your forward. The pressure of his fingers coupled with his insistent pushing has the air leaving your lungs in a moan, and your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink counter. The little bottles of face cream and serum you had lined up scatter as you awkwardly brace yourself, John snugging his still clothed erection against the curve of your ass. 

“You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you. You’re going to watch.” 

John is hunched over you, speaking lowly into your ear, making your thighs clamp around his hand. Your face is inches from the mirror in this position, bent over the counter, and you watch your own pupils dilate as John slides a finger into you up to his knuckle, sending you onto your toes.

“Oh god –“

Your next words die on your lips, replaced with a throaty moan. John’s finger is rocking into you as he frees his twitching cock, the blue of his eyes a faint ring around his blown pupils. He presses the hot length of himself against your ass, trapping his hand between your thighs and the counter. The muscles of his arm dance as he works you over, adding a finger as he glides through your slick walls. The moment you find some purchase to grind against him he eases off, sliding his hand from your body to your frustrated whimper. You can see the tell-tale flush of his arousal working down his throat in his reflection, his eyes tracking your body’s movements in the mirror. 

“Hold still.” 

He orders darkly, and you obey, watching as he focuses on tracing your soaked slit with the flushed tip, making you gasp and bite your lip, your gaze meeting with his in the reflection. His hot eyes bore into yours as he presses into you, the stretch making your eyes widen and a whine build in your throat. The intensity in his eyes as he buries himself in you steals all thought, making you mindlessly arch your back and press back against him as best you can. He only gives you a moment to process before he starts moving, the weight of his thrusts driving your thighs into the counter. It’ll leave a bruise tomorrow but your focus is completely on the drive of John’s blunt cock, filling you over and over again, his hands gripping your hips. 

He sets a steady pace, his heavy thrusts forcing you to slap a palm against the mirror to keep your face from crashing into it. It gives you some purchase to push back against him, making him growl lowly, his fingers tightening on your flesh. 

“You like that, hmm? You take me so well, darling, you feel so good wrapped around me.” 

John’s rambling, his low voice more of a rumble in his chest, his palm insistent on your back again. The drag of his cock through your wetness, paired with the sinuous movement of his body in the mirror and his velvet voice is making you feel drunk again, caught spinning between sensations. You can hardly string together a reply, your words slurred as you fight to keep yourself from colliding with the mirror.

“Yes, John, just like that, fuck –“ 

You break off, John’s insistent fingers on your hips tugging you back to meet his thrusts. He bottoms out making you both moan, your body clenching around him. You can feel your slick arousal leaking, coating John’s hot flesh as his thrusts pick up speed. Your hair brushes the mirror as you lose your focus to John’s insistent cock, and then he’s threading his fingers through it, tugging your head back, the pull a counterpoint to his thrusts. 

The moans he’s pulling from you are only raising in pitch, bouncing in the bathroom’s acoustics as you get caught between sensations. Each jolting thrust tugs your hair by the root, sending wave after wave of tingles through your scalp and back down your spine to your pussy. You whine as your muscles involuntarily clamp down on him, an answering guttural groan torn from his chest at the pressure. 

“Oh shit, that’s so good, don’t stop.” 

You manage to pant out, your voice needy and your eyes heavy lidded with pleasure, inches from your own face in the mirror. Your inner muscles are starting to flutter, a tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm. John doesn’t break his rhythm or let go of your hair, slapping your ass, the sting bringing you onto your toes. Your body bears down on him in surprise, making you push back on the mirror and John hisses, his grip on your hair tightening.

“Fucking hell, look at me.” 

John orders, his voice dark and his face intense. You drag your gaze from his flexing body to his eyes, suddenly feeling like you are being swallowed whole. Goosebumps break out, unable to look away as John’s thrusts turn slightly frantic, the wet sounds of your flesh meeting getting louder and more insistent. His grip on your hair brings you back onto your toes, your back arched and hips canted. Your hands on the mirror leave smudges as they slip, your body coiling taut and fighting for release. 

“I want to watch you cum around me”

His voice wraps around you, pouring into your ear and going straight to your pussy. He smacks your ass again roughly, and you jerk, your head bobbing and your hair tugging in his grip. He doesn’t relent, staring you down as he bucks into your body, his eyes two dark pools of desire, sucking you in.

“Cum for me, love.”

The authoritative snap of his command does something to your insides and your eyes widen as your orgasm slams into you suddenly, making your fingers curl against the glass of the mirror. John thrusts deep, releasing your hair to grip your hips tightly as you shudder, clenching around him as you cum with a rattling cry, your body tensing below his. He rides out your pulsing orgasm for a few heartbeats, watching your eyes finally flutter closed before he pulls out, making you whine. He strokes himself tightly until he spills thick ropes of cum on your lower back, hissed curses drifting over your slumped shoulders. There’s nothing but panting moans and the weight of John sagging against you, the world narrowed to the two of you as you struggle to catch your breath.

It takes John a moment to gather himself, your own legs feeling shaky as you lean your weight on the sink counter. He lifts and you feel him stroking a cloth over your back a moment later, cleaning you up.

“You alright, love?” His palm slowly smooths up your spine, squeezing the base of your neck.

You hum an affirmative and John’s hands wrap around your arms, pulling you upright again and turning you to face him. The fiery intensity in his eyes is gone, replaced with warmth as he searches your face for a moment. Satisfied with whatever he sees he kisses you, wrapping you in his arms when you sway slightly, still unsteady.

“Will you shower with me?” 

You ask, and it’s John’s turn to hum an affirmative, wrangling you close enough to turn the water on. You press your cheek into his chest, leaning into his solid body as the steam starts to accumulate in the room. You try to swallow the emotion suddenly clawing up your throat but John sees your face as he disentangles from you so you can get into the shower.

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s following you in, letting you stand under the water while he frowns down at you. You try to shake your head and dismiss it but he’s not having it, cupping your face to make you look at him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Darling-“

You realize he’s not going to let it go after a moment and bite your lip, gripping his wrists tightly, wishing you were a better liar. This is not how you pictured having this conversation. There doesn’t seem to be any way to escape this without making it a bigger issue though. 

“John – I’m… I think I’m in love with you.”

He’s breathing your name, a smile stretching across his lips, genuine delight taking years off his face.

“You know I’m in love with you too, darling. I’d do anything for you.” 

You can feel his smile against yours when he kisses you repeatedly, and can feel the satisfaction in his touch when he derails the shower in short order, unable to keep his hands to himself. 

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Ride 805: Sohoku's morale

Pag 1

1: The banking angle is like this

2: It's like putting the weight on the very edge of the round part of the tire

3: Keep braking at a minimum

4: Right before the curve, switch one gear lower while braking

7: While taking the curve without decelerating as much as possible...

Pag 2

1: push as hard as you can when moving up!!

Pag 3

1: Shorten it....!!

2: The eight minutes distance...!!

To a four minutes distance!!

3: I can go further!!

4: Let's go!!

With everyone's strength!!

5: Woah, is that the selected team!? They passed me

Six people... no, it's seven people!?

Kyofushi joined them at the very back!!

6: Until the “lead” ahead of us....!!

Pag 4

1: The cyclists are here, there's the pack!

Do your best!

They're so colorful!

So fast!

These is the Inter High's.....

Pag 5

1: lead!!

Pag 6

2: Amazing!

They're so fast..!

They caused the wind!

Fighting!

Gooo!

Pag 7

1: The ones in the lead pulling the pack is....

2: the local from Kyushu, Fukuoka Josei!!

Kumadai is there too!!

4: So your best....!!

They looked here and smiled at us

Take the finish line ahead!!

Mokkosu!!

Pag 8

2: The finish line, huh!!

3: Yeah!!

4: The race is already turning to its final stage

5: Also this is the assembly stage now

A small climb... or after that? When Hakogaku will raise their pace and slip through the locals who are now pulling...

(Fukuoka do your best!

Kumamotoo!

They looked this way and smiled!)

Pag 9

1: the real battle for the finish line will start!!

2: It's gonna be a fight we absolutely cannot step back from!!

3: Step back? Not even a millimeter!!

4: You'll be pulling until then

Danchiku!! Kaburagi!! Team SS duo!!

Yessir!!

Yeah!!

5: I'll pull, horuaa....

6: But

7: Will Onoda-san be alright? He's exhausted for all the work he did on the mountain

Uh!! Danchiku is so considerate!! Also,this is a problem!!

Pag 10

1: Aaalright, me too

That's right!! Onoda-san

2: is basically at death's door!!

This guy...

The way he said it...

3: So-sorry... yeah...

I'm.... alright... I rested while on the long downhill earlier

4: What, are you really okay?

Oi, Issa, you're being too direct!

5: By the way, uhm.... we were in a rush when I joined you again... so I couldn't say it

7: I couldn't.... say it properly...

Pag 11

1: I'm sorry....

I lost....

4: He lost!?

We saw it on the sign board!!

5: Even though it was just around 20cm... even though I pedaled with my strength...

6: I didn't take... the mountain prize

Even though... everyone

7: sent me off

Pag 12

1: What are you talking about!! Onoda

What are you apologizing for!! Onoda-kun!!

Pag 13

1: Ima.... izumi-kun...

3: Naruko-kun....

5: I'll buy you some juice later

Ju-juice?

Kakaka!! That's not a big deal!!

Ah, but...

We

6: were fully happy that we got to send you off, Onoda-kun

Pag 14

1: You could run with Manami with all your strength, and that's good enough

3: Well, when you came back to the team all worn out and we saw the distance on the sign board, I knew that it had come true!!

5: You were even annoyed by Doubashi-san!

Ah, so that was for the mountain prize, I see

6: It raised the team's morale

That's enough

Pag 15

1: Teeh...!!

2: Yeah

Right now, the thing that will raise the morale more than anything

3: it's probably them

5: You're right, now there's

6: the water station

Pag 16

2: Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

He's feeling weak, teh!!

3: I have to do something, teh..!!

Kinaka-kuuun!!

4: Onoda-san's ina pinch, teh!!

Give me all your food supplements and bottles, teh!!

Pag 17

1: Rokudaiii!!

Huh!?

So many!?

Why so much stuff!!

2: I thought you would say that, so I got ready, Rokudaii!!

Pag 18

3: I'll leave the senpai to you, Rokudai!!

4: Goooo!! Rokudaiii!!

What... that's an absurd way of delivering it

So much, on!!

What's with this guys... he delivered such a huge weight of supplies in one go!!

Pag 19

1: Ou- teh!!

2: They're perfectly in sync

Amazing

3: ….. Toji-san

4: This year's finish line...

Yeah, it's further away after the mountain stage than it usually is

From here on, after a few hills it goes on with an up-and-down

Pag 20

1: Then they'll enter a long downhill of around 5km

2: After the coastal national away they'll turn right

3: and they'll enter the town where the first day's finish line is

Pag 21

2: There are probably 10km left...

3: and after that

4: the race for the finish line will start

Pag 22

1: And those who are most likely to win will move!!

There's still more

Th-thank you

That must be heavy

6: There are 12km left until the finish line

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Paring: Student!James Potter x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut, sexual content, oral sex, sex dreams, extremely filthy, small age gap (James is 18, reader’s age is early twenties,) teacher/student relationship

Summary: Your student James Potter doesn’t seem to be able to concentrate in class and you want to know why.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: Hello, I just want to say I don’t support student/teacher relationships in real life and this is just fictional, but this was interesting to write!

James can’t concentrate in class today even though he knows the material that’s being covered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He usually prides himself to be one of the best in the subject. It’s been that way in the past. It wasn’t like being cocky was his entire personality because James made sure to study as much as possible during his free time. After all, who doesn’t want to impress their favorite teacher? Especially if the teacher happens to be a young and pretty woman.

He can’t ignore the twitch under his trousers everytime you look in his direction or turn around, the natural swaying of your hips emphasized by the way your skirt hugs your body. He was never one to think these thoughts in class about anyone. Until you started teaching in his last year of school.

Even though you weren’t much older than him, James barely remembers you from your time as a student other than that you didn’t have much in common with him other than being in the same house.

At first James didn’t know he had it in him to fantasize about doing such lewd things with you while you were right next to him. The first time you called him out in front of the whole class for not paying attention, his face went bright red while his friends laughed at him. Then it kept happening again and again. At this point he’s almost too afraid to find out whether you’re skilled at Legilimency.

James mentally plans out what he’ll do about his failing grades as he sees the other students pack up their things, and he hastily follows their actions.

Once he sees the last students other than himself close the door behind them, he swallows a thick lump in his throat as he takes slow steps towards where you are standing in front of your desk with your back to him, too busy arranging papers.

As quickly as James comes to a stop behind you, you turn around gasping with a hand to your chest.

“Sorry, Professor.” James tries to sound as sincere as he can. “I apologize for startling you.”

“That’s alright, Jamie.” Your voice comes out sounding as soft as your lips look, and he is alarmed at how his trousers suddenly feel tight around the crotch area as you shorten his name. Please, please don’t look down. He silently prays, as he regrets not wearing his robes over his uniform to help hide what he didn’t want you to see.

“What can I do for you?” You ask.

It takes a bit too long for him to answer even though he knows what he wants to say. “I… was wondering i-if you have a moment to talk about my grades?” Why was that so difficult to get out? And why is he always stammering like a damn fool everytime he has to talk to you?

“Of course. Why don’t you take a seat?” You give him that same familiar smile that he spends many nights thinking about as he gives into his filthy thoughts about you after his friends had long gone to sleep in their shared room.

Being as hypnotized as he always is by the sound of your voice, he does exactly as you say, and takes another gulp of air as he sees you sit right on top of the desk crossing your legs, your ass right next to where his hands are folded.

James doesn’t know what else to do other than to look up at you, being reminded of your position of authority over him. He lets his eyes trail from head to toe, starting with the neat bun on top of your head accented by the short strands of hair framing your face, to your glasses which emphasizes your eyeliner, before his eyes dip down to your white, form fitting blouse that if he squints long enough he’s convinced he can see the outline of your bra. He can’t help but to admire how you’re wearing all black on your lower body, your skirt already riding up, letting him see your thighs that were covered with black nylons, making the silhouette of your legs look sleek and elegant along with the matching heels which you casually let dangle off one of your feet.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been distracted today, Jamie.” You say, leaning back on one hand while resting your other hand on your thigh. From an outsider's perspective, it looks like you’re trying to seduce him, and he’s almost convinced that’s what you’re doing. “I’m glad you came to me for help. I know you’re one of the best students in your year, and as your teacher I wouldn’t want you to fail this class. Especially because it’s your last year.” You say in that soft tone that makes him feel dizzy, and his breathing comes out shallow.

“What’s wrong Jamie?” You scrunch up your eyebrows in a way that looks innocent, but James knows better than to think you don’t know the effect you have on him.

“I’m sorry I got distracted. I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.” James looks down as soon as his cheeks redden.

“Be honest, Jamie.” You take your hand that’s resting on your leg and gently place it on his chest, right where he feels his breath being sucked out as his heart beats faster than ever. “Am I the reason you get distracted in class?” You lean forward even more as you wait for him to answer. In the meantime, your eyes don’t leave his as you trail your hand from his chest to his shoulder before rubbing circles over the tense muscles.

“I… Yes?” James breathes out, almost grunting. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying or agreeing to just that you’re so close to him and touching him so lightly yet making him feel so much.

“I thought so.” You smirk as you bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

Yes, he is. Because James wants nothing more than for you to praise him and keep calling him a good boy as he gets high from the scent of your perfume and the feel of your hands on him.

You don’t say anything as you let go of his shoulder and stand up. You then hold your hand out for him to take, which he does. Even with your high heels he’s still taller than you, so you have to balance on your toes as you place both hands on his shoulders this time.

You look up at him as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans deeper into the kiss as you move your lips in sync with his before letting go.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Did you like it?” He nods thinking of how dumb he must look.

“I can give you more. Don’t you want me to make you feel good, Jamie?” Fuck. He doesn’t know how many times you can call him that until he feels like cumming just from you talking to him. He lets out what must be the millionth shaky breath as he feels your delicate fingers slide from his shoulders to somewhere dangerously close to the spot that’s evident of his desire for you.

Your eyes look down to where the tent in his trousers are before going up to his flushed face and giving him a smirk.

“What do you want, Jamie?” You ask him. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth that you can’t stop staring at?” He’s so shocked at hearing you use a swear word in front of him for the first time that he can’t move any of his body parts besides his neck which he uses to nod.

“Ugh, you’re so hard and ready.” You sigh as you get down on your knees and unbuckle his belt. Your hand gives his cock a once over before taking it out of the confines of his boxers.

“Be a good boy and stay still.” You tell him as you wrap your small hand around his length and stroke the tip with your thumb.

As if it couldn’t get any better, James looks down and sees your soft lips bobbing up and down on his hard cock, and he almost loses it. He doesn’t know if he’s losing his sanity or his ability to talk, maybe both. He knows he wants to cum so badly, and he can’t get enough of you.

With every breath James takes, he can feel himself get even more dizzy until he almost can’t take it anymore.

“James, James. Come on, wake up. Class is over.” Your hand gently shakes his shoulder.

James groggily opens his eyes as he lifts his head up to the sound of your voice. “Wh-What’s going on?” He rubs his eyes under his glasses.

“You fell asleep while everyone else was doing their writing assignment. Everyone else is gone and I’ve been trying to wake you up for a minute.” You tell him. From the lack of ink on his paper, you can tell he didn’t even start it at all before dozing off.

“Are you alright?” You ask him, genuinely concerned for his well-being.

You can tell he really is an intelligent person, but his head always seems to be somewhere else when he’s around you. You don’t know what it is about him that makes him act the way he does in your class when you’ve only heard the other teachers rave about him being one of the best students.

“How about you stay with me for a bit before you go to lunch? You can tell me what’s going on. And help me grade papers for extra credit. It seems like you had a nice dream, though.” It may be very subtle, but you catch the way James widens his eyes and tenses his jaw, like he’s scared of you finding out something. You don’t know what the big deal seems to be. You’ve made it clear that you’re not one to judge, you just want for him to open up to you, let him know you’re here for him.

“Sure.” James scratches the back of his head as you give him a smile.

You’re very curious as to what’s going on with him, and you’re determined to find out.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Sharp March 2025 - 22. Admirer

Professor Sharp is a little apprehensive when he finds out his lover has a secret admirer.

Finally replied to all of the lovely comments 😅 Though it has been a pretty busy day 😁

22. Admirer (1.7k)

“What’s that?” Aesop Sharp asked neutrally as he watched you skim through a letter. It was an anonymous one, and not the first you have received over the past few weeks.

Frankly, you didn't think much of them. When the first one came, you made sure that it didn't have any curse or hex attached to it, and when it turned out it didn't, you pretty much only shook your head and wrote it off as just some silly joke.

Only the letters kept coming.

They weren't threatening or anything. Vice versa, actually. In them, the sender spoke of how much they appreciate all that you've done over the past almost three years, how skilled and brilliant you are, how they admire you.

You didn't recognise the handwriting either, and the sender could be, well, quite a lot of people if you were being honest.

Quite a number of people treated you as something of a hero following your fifth year and later, simply because you helped them one time. Be it chasing out a group of Ashwinders away, slaying a troll, recovering an object the person was extorted over, finding out what happened to a beloved disappeared brother, or simply retrieving a lost pet, you were the woman for the job.

One thing you noticed was that the handwriting wasn't exactly neat, which could mean the sender was either young or unused to holding a quill in their hand. Or unused to writing in English. 

That shortened the possible list of senders somewhat, but you still didn't know just who it could be.

“Oh, nothing important,” you finally replied with a smile, before handing the letter to your professor lover, “just something of a secret admirer, I suppose.”

Aesop frowned when he realised what you just said, stopping just before he fully brought the letter in front of his face to read it.

“A secret admirer?”

“Yes. I think this is the third letter they've sent me?”

“Third let- why didn't you tell me about this?” Aesop asked suddenly, before clearing his throat, “I mean… Of course you don't have to tell me, I'm sorry. You're more than entitled to your privacy when it comes to correspondence, or anything really, it's just that…”

Oh, the sweet man.

You had to stifle a little smile as you watched him try not to appear jealous or self-conscious, but fail quite terribly. He watched the letter in his hands with mistrust and suspicion.

“I didn't think it was worth mentioning,” you replied honestly, “I don't think much of the letters. Mostly, they're just little notes of appreciation, with no proposals or confessions of some silly infatuation or anything. You can read it yourself, I don't mind.”

Aesop frowned at the parchment in his hands some more before finally reading the short note.

He didn't stop frowning, though.

“Hm…” he murmured thoughtfully after a few minutes 

 You figured he must've read and reread it a dozen times by now, it really wasn't a long letter by any means.

“See,” you said, stepping closer and putting your hands on his shoulders, “it's nothing to be concerned about. It's probably someone I helped with something wanting to thank me, but being too shy to sign their name.”

After another minute or two, Aesop sighed, deflating a bit.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get this… defensive…”

“Do you mean jealous?”

Aesop suddenly seemed overly interested in his own hands, still holding the parchment (perhaps a bit tighter than necessary).

“Well… Yes. Perhaps a bit, yes.” He said finally, so quietly you nearly didn't hear him.

“I'm sorry,” he followed up immediately, “it's just- Well, I'm… largely unused to feeling like this again. Once upon a time, I thought I left these sorts of emotions in my teenage days, maybe early twenties. But now, being with you and loving you like I do, it makes me feel like… Merlin, it makes me feel like I was a young man again sometimes, and I again experience all of these strange and intense feelings, and it turns out even a man my age and experience is not able to suppress them.

“And, in a way, I don't actually want to. Because, yes, the jealousy is an ugly thing, but the rest is, well… Not quite so bad. The passion. The longing. The feeling like my heart is about to explode straight out of my chest when we kiss… I wouldn't want to trade these for the world…”

You just about melted right there. Oh, the impossible man.

“Ace…” you whispered and gently stroked his cheek with your hand, fingers tracing over his scar, his bearded jaw, until your thumb reached the corner of his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into your loving touch, even turning his head and pressing a soft kiss to the digit near his mouth.

Without another word, you gently took his face in both hands, stood on your tiptoes and captured his lips with yours. He immediately responded to the kiss, his arms going to curl around your waist, the letter falling somewhere to the floor. He brought you closer, flush against his chest, and you could indeed feel his heart beat like a hammer on an anvil.

After a few minutes of truly passionate kissing, you reluctantly pulled away a little, but only to press your forehead against his own. You felt his warm breath on your damp lips, felt his hands caress the small of your back.

“Still feeling jealous?” You asked softly, stroking your nose along his own, “you must know that I am yours, right? Yours and nobody else’s. For as long as you'll have me. Forever, if you let me.”

He breathed out heavily, arms growing even tighter around your waist. He dropped his head then, buried his nose in the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching you sweetly through your shirt.

“Mine,” he whispered against your skin, his lips pressing small kisses there. “Mine. And I yours.”

“Yes,” you agreed readily.

He finally raised his head again, this time a small smile gracing his handsome face. He leaned down a bit one last time, to steal one more peck from your mouth. 

His eyes then dropped to something beside you. You looked in the same direction and saw the letter there on the floor. 

“Still - I'd prefer to know who's sending you these. Just to make sure they don't have any… ill intents,” he said finally, making you chuckle softly.

—

Neither of you expected that Aesop would have his answers less than two weeks later.

The two of you were in his classroom. Aesop was grading some essays, and you were keeping him company while brewing some mandrake restorative draught, as a part of rehearsing some more difficult brews for your NEWT exams.

Suddenly, Natsai Onai’s dulcet tones reached your ears. You turned around to see the former Uagadou student walk in, her hand on the shoulder of a fellow Gryffindor, only a significantly younger one. However, it was one you recognised immediately.

“It's alright, Archie,” Natty placated, making the nervous looking boy gulp audibly.

“Natty, Archie!” You said with a smile, “what brings the two of you here?” 

You took a subtle look at Aesop, who still appeared to be deeply engrossed in his work, but by now you knew better than to presume he wasn't paying attention to what was happening in his presence despite the focus he had to actively place elsewhere.

“Little Archie here wants to tell you something, but was feeling a little shy to do so, so I agreed to come with him for a little extra courage,” Natty said kindly with a smile on her face.

You smiled at the young boy whom the two of you rescued from Harlow's riffraff more than two years ago now. He stood before you with a nervous expression, his hands fidgeting where they were clasped in front of him.

It was at this moment that you knew who had been your secret admirer.

It did fit, after all - sweet if slightly naive words of appreciation, slightly untidy childlike handwriting, an anonymous sender.

“It's alright, Archie,” you said softly, “I know.”

“You-... You know?!” The first year’s eyes widened.

“I do. Thank you for those letters, Archie, they were all very sweet. But you needn't have worried about signing your name under them. After all, I don't bite.”

After a few seconds, the child's face lightened up in pure unadulterated joy, and he went from nervous to ecstatic.

“I'm sorry about that,” he said, “I wanted to thank you, and show you I'm really grateful to Natty and you, only I was a little, well…”

“Shy? That's alright, Archie. Happens to the best of us sometimes - doesn't it, Natty?” you smiled at one of your greatest friends.

“Indeed it does,” the Ugandan agreed, clasping her hands behind her back and smiling at the younger student sweetly.

“Wouldn't you agree as well, Professor Sharp?” you asked while turning at the teacher who was, as it turned out, looking at the lot of you already, quill still in his hand.

Being addressed was, apparently, not what he was expecting right now. However, he did recover quite quickly.

“Uh… Yes. Yes it does. Everyone can get a little shy sometimes. Or nervous. Or worried about something. That's why you need friends - to help you out when it happens to you.”

Oh, the precious man.

Yes, he seemed a little… stiff while he said it, but it was clear it was the right thing to say at that moment, for Archie was fully beaming now. And when you told him that you'd join him and Natty the next morning at breakfast at the Gryffindor table, he positively floated out of the classroom.

Natty only chuckled as she watched him retreat. “Sorry to disturb you, but he was very nervous, and I just wanted to help.”

“It's alright, really.”

“I'll leave you to yourselves now,” she concluded with a knowing smile, and left the classroom, shutting the door behind her.

You slowly turned at your lover.

“Told you - nothing to worry about,” you grinned before coming closer to the potions master, who proceeded to scoot himself and his chair a bit further away from the desk, making room for you.

You accepted his silent offer, and sat down on his right leg. You leaned into his warmth as Aesop wrapped an arm around your back and laid his hand on your hip.

“Or are you still jealous?” You teased gently, prompting him to chuckle.

“I reckon I'm alright now.”

---

Hello! Hope you enjoyed reading ❤️ You can also check out all of myother stories over on AO3.

[swmmi-kti]

Lay Me Down For One Last Time

Sanemi Shinazugawa X Fem reader

TW: Angst, Sanemi doesnt live fellow queens sorry

Dni/Dnf

You had known since you had met Sanemi That he was doomed to die eventually. As tragic as it seemed and how he explained all he did you never fully could fathom believing it. You Were a former kakushi and truly you had never thought you'd ever come close to being near a hashira. And yet....

Yet both of you lost a lot and gained so much. A Family and the loss of loved ones. You could remember it clear as day. Coming in with the rest of everyone to say goodbye to your life that you had grown to enjoy. Shedding the face covering as you stare at the pile of clothes , Staring intensely that it caught attention.

"Thinking" A gruff and almost horse voice says and it makes you startle as you turn. White hair and bandages. all you could see beside the dark contrast of purple eyes staring deep into your soul.

"oh...yeah haha...i guess i just never thought id live to i guess live the day i never have to work as a kakushi...gosh does that makes sense" You say rubbing your neck as your hair clings to your forehead covered in sweat from the heat

"ah yes. I never thought i'd actually live to see the day that we defeat Muzan" He says in that same almost pained voice as he tries to sit down beside you. You hear the tell signs of bones aching and look at him a bit surprised he's even sitting next to you

"Guess life is funny like that huh?"

You could not recall ever stopping the chatter with him. From that day onward it was like a comfort routine to hold onto a sense of normalcy. To see him recover to know all he's done. In a way to be acknowledged for all you did on the sidelines.

You could never deny your admiration for the Hashira, Truly you were saddened by the fact only three Pillars had survived, yet two doomed to die so young.

When you fell for Sanemi you could never recall. Especially how he had seemed to have mellowed out over the time he had to relax How his tired eyes still crinkle when he smiles. Perhaps is how every moment he gets he takes time to say the names of every fallen loved one he lost.

Genya, You had heard that name countless of times. How he got the tiniest bit of tears in his waterline as he spaced out. Those moments were bad. Often holding his hand to ground him, letting him have the time he needs to come back from the shell shock he had undergone for years. possibly even more.

You remember how he held your hand in those moments squeezing tight enough to hurt but always kissing your knuckles when they ended up hurt by his big hand.

How he let his cheek rest on the back of your hand. How he whispered soft 'sorry's

Oh how your heart yearned for his.

"Before Miss Amane had... well She had warned if I made my Mark appear my life would be shortened significantly"

You nod at him as you lean just a bit closer to him "how old would you be?"

He remains quiet far too long for your own comfort "I love you" He says almost like a whisper.

You can feel the wind around you picking up. Sanemi saw the twinkle of your eyes as you let out just a small gasp but not too startled as you lean closer to him

You knew then what he meant....not long at all

"I Mean it Y/n. I Truly to love you, I Guess i never saw myself having anything to my life but fighting demons, Now that i dont have to worry about life and death i want more." He says looking at you and you let yourself be sweet talked. He made your heart swell with adoration

You can feel his hand on your cheek as you rest gently on it. sighing as you look at him to continue

"I realize i want a wife. I want someone by my remaining side. Even have a kid if i can. I know i wasted my time here constantly fighting every day and never thinking of anything else but.."

"Dont ever say you wasted your time here Sanemi! You fought for the betterment of mankind and for that you must never say you wasted it!" Your voice is hard, much line a mother scolding her kid

"oh how my heart yearns for you And I have never loved anyone else but Gods do I love you...I love you. Need you so badly and want you so desperately it makes me furious you aren't mine. I want you there during my mornings and there on my painful nights. Lay me down my tomb so long as it's your soft hands doing so"

You remember the first kiss. the feeling of his lips on yours. When he held your face so softly it made your heart flutter even more, recall the way his hands grace your hair and you cant help but feel your heart flutter even now thinking about it.

The simplicity of love is so magical and so delicate, Thinking about it all makes you forget the impending feeling of sorrow that has followed you for the last year.

And Why should you? Why does it follow you. You've just had your first born no less than four months ago now, his little fingers curled around his father's large index finger too. Tiny thumb being sucked as Sanemi looks at you.

"Sanemi, i believe our Efforts have paid off" You say as your hands find your plate to sit down and eat next to your husband

Remembering the love he has for you as you sit and wait for him to raise his head "What efforts?"

"Well You know Having a kid and such" You try to play off. as you take your chopsticks in hand to eat, hearing the tell tale signs of choking and wood splintering

You try to stifle a laugh as you see him recover almost splashing his face with the water he downs as he turns to you with eyes as large as disks " Are you? Are you implying?"

"oh i'm not implying my dear, i'm telling you a fact here we will have a small little one in a few months time if everything goes to plan of course" You reply as you can feel his arms wrap around your waist. ignoring the rest of his meal as he lays on your lap and brings an ear onto your stomach

Your hand raking his hair as you hum while you eat. It seemed that finally you will have more to Sanemi than himself. and for once you couldn't wait.

But that was then and this is now. You knew about the curse, you knew about it and the world is so cruel. Not only to know you will lose Sanemi. But To have made it near impossible to conceive for two years and finally when you do it leaves only a few months for Sanemi to be a father.

Only so long for your child to be held in his father's embrace. So little time so cruel. It Made you cry at night when you slept close to them. When you say Sanemi's hand reach out to your child's tiny hand, when Sanemi kept his hand on his tiny chest to ensure he is breathing.

You cry because you know your child will never know Sanemi and Sanemi will only get to enjoy the toddler phase. Only get to enjoy the tiny moments and never get to experience him growing. Never see him walk, talk lose his first tooth.

The Day draws closer and you are so afraid of it ever approaching, and yet you try to enjoy it.

Try to enjoy the Remaining days as you see Sanemi blow raspberries into his tiny tummy, Watching Sanemi change his clothes and nappies and fed him when he could.

You knew why and it hurt your heart so, Constantly holding to him and you watch intently and try to gain as much affection from him as you possibly could.

From morning to night you watched as Sanemi enjoyed your little tot

And until you lay down your babe you lay your head on his shoulder "....are you scared?"

He stays quiet as his finger traces your son's chubby cheeks. "No, i enjoyed my time here, i served a good life, have an amazing wife and a child"

You nod as you hold his hand "you'll wait for me on the other side right?" asking carefully as you look at him

"You never even have to ask. For you i will wait forever and a day should you want to keep me waiting haha" Seeing him laugh as he looks at you makes you realize You really did have the nicest Husband in all the world.

"You know.... it's unfair our little Genya won't even know you" You say as you lay next to him as your hand remains on his chest. He chuckles as he looks at the ceiling before back to you

"I guess Both my Genya's never had the greatest Sanemi huh?"

"I wouldn't say that" You laugh as you kiss his forehead. Watching his eyes close and begin to sleep. Your hand remains on his chest and you watch intensely as the time ticks by

Each breath is slower than the last, and you gulp down the lump on your throat as you feel the half of your heart leave. The Half you will never have again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a great swordsman. A Great honorable man, A Great brother A great husband an Amazing Father...But Most importantly he is a great story

[dramatic-crying]

in awe of you // chris pontius x reader

^^ he is such a cutie pie :')

summary: you have a moment with Chris on the set of Wildboyz

warnings: none, just a LOT of fluff!

word count: ~600

please enjoy!

As an assistant videographer for Wildboyz, your job takes you to incredible places. From Argentina and Australia to South Africa and New Zealand, it's safe to say you never had much time to relax. However, no matter how easy it was to be homesick, it was comforting to have your friends with you the entire time. Especially Chris, but you didn't know why. Despite being so close to everyone on set, your relationship with him felt different. Of course, you'd never verbalize this.

For this particular episode of the show, the whole cast is in Brazil on their way to perform their next stunt, which just so happened to be holding a big-ass tarantula. Despite tensions being high because of the impending, probably very dangerous, stunt about to be performed by the boys, Chris was in relatively high spirits. You witness the brunette boy bounding over to you with a grin on his face stretching ear to ear. "Hey, Y/N! Are you gonna be in the stunt today?" He asks, throwing his arm atop your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and shoved his forehead away from you playfully, causing him to drop his arm from your shoulders. "Definitely fucking not," you respond, chuckling slightly.

Chris soon gives you puppy-dog eyes and sticks out his lip slightly, and you have to catch yourself from staring too long. "Aw, come on. It's always so much more fun when you're involved in the stunts with us," he remarks, gesturing to the set around him that you were about to start filming on.

You tilt your head to the left slightly, considering the possibility that if you give in to the stunt, you'll be holding a giant fucking tarantula. "I'm really sorry, Chris," you start, beginning to twist the rings on your fingers. "I'm just too fucking terrified of spiders to be in this one."

Not long after, Chris replaces his frown with a slight mischievous smirk. He then takes a couple steps closer to you, shortening the gap between you to a meager six inches. "Well, I can always protect you," he says, licking his lips for only a second, but you had already noticed. 

You sarcastically chuckle, responding with, "You can certainly try."

Suddenly, a hand lands on Chris's shoulder, turning him around to face a very nervous Steve-O. "Are you sure we have to do this, dude? Spiders freak me out a lot," he says.

"Well, it'll be funny," Chris says, shrugging his shoulders and giving Steve-O a giant grin.

"Asshole," Steve-O mutters, walking away. "We're starting in five, by the way!"

Chris soon turns back to you, looking you straight in the eyes without faltering. You bite the inside of your cheek slightly, feeling nervous about how intently the long-haired man is looking at you.

"Well," you start, looking up at Chris through your lashes, "Want a kiss for good luck?"

Chris's typical laid-back expression soon blossoms into a rosy blush on his cheeks, and he giggles. "Only if you want to give me one," he admits, his eyes widening as he seemed almost surprised at his response.

Without another word, you slowly reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. "Good luck," you quietly whisper in his ear, and give him a lingering kiss on his heated cheek. You pull back, releasing your arms. "Please don't die, dummy," you joke, walking towards Rick to signal you're ready to start filming.

What you don't see, however, is the flustered man behind you, bringing his calloused hand slowly up to where you pressed a kiss on his face while in complete awe of you.

[redfacedpalindrome]

i think it's so cool that you're a biology researcher! if i may ask, how did you find yourself in that path and how did you know you wanted to go to med school? i'm not in college yet but i've been considering the possibility of clinical practice in the future but i am not too sure 🥹

hi!! omg that's so exciting i remember trying to figure it out as well. this is LONG because i have a lot of advice so i am vv sorry in advance!

so i spent most of my time in high school thinking i was going to be an engineer. i'm talking 4 courses of physics, multivariable calculus and self-taught diffEq, statistics, more calculus, two years of computer science, and I did a physics program at Fermi Lab. I was always interested in biology and medicine though, so in my head the best overlap was going to be biomedical engineering.

but when i started actually applying to biomedical engineering programs, i started to realize that if i went into bme, i'd end up just inches away from the job i actually wanted. like, i'd be developing the tools but i wanted to be at the physician-patient interface. and that kind of made up my mind for me, that i at least wanted to try to be in medicine.

so i hail mary'd and i applied to a direct-med program-

(sidebar, i don't actually know if this has come up so much as it has been sign-posted by my linguistic preferences but i'm american and studying medicine in america is one triple mega xl shitshow. in a direct-med program, rather than applying to undergrad, finishing, maybe taking gap years to build a cv?, and applying out to medical schools, then residency + fellowship which is a grand total of like 1 trillion years, you apply to med school and undergrad at the end of high school and then you kinda have a conditional admission to med school as long as you complete the pre-med requirements and it shortens the process to a conservative 0.8 trillion years.)

i've done an unfortunate job here of making this process seem horrible, but i will say two things: this process is long and difficult. you know what the interesting thing is though? life is usually both long and difficult. there are easier ways to make money, there will always be easier ways to make money – but if you love medicine and you love biology, the fulfillment you will have practically every day as you make your way through this process outweighs everything. i have spent twelve hour days in lab, come in on weekends, left at ungodly late hours all for minimum wage and felt blinding satisfaction that is rare to find in a lot of roles. and i've heard similar things from a lot of my friends. i will never pretend it's easy, but something being hard doesn't make it not FUN.

-and i got in! even then, i wasn't sure if locking myself into a med program was the best idea since literally months before that i was so committed to engineering. but i knew that if i put myself into that program, i would come out the other end a physician and i wouldn't regret it. and honestly, i'm extremely grateful for this because it surrounded me with a cohort of peers who all delusionally committed to medicine at the age of 17. they're the best :) and they were the biggest influences on my love for my intended career.

if you're from literally any other country (most do medical education differently), it will be a little bit of a different experience but i think broadly surrounding yourself with peers who can encourage you and inspire you to find ways to be fulfilled within the healthcare field and help you not second guess your decision is super important. i also think if you're interested in maybe being in clinical practice, taking a look at studying medical humanities (bioethics, medical sociology, health policy, the history of medicine) could also be an interesting exploration because it will get you in touch with both the art and science of medicine. the humanistic components are understudied by a lot of aspiring physicians but if you root your passions there i swear you never lose it.

when it comes to medical/biological science (and my now position as a vascular biology researcher), i started with bench science research in undergrad! i cold emailed a bunch of principal investigators to find if they had room for an undergraduate research assistant, and i found a lab that studies blood vessel growth and became insanely attached to the subject matter. i get to do a cool combination of hands-on science and data analysis, and they give me a lot of room to take charge of the project and present its findings.

i always thought i'd wanna do research 'curing' something, like research that specifically impacts a disease. my research, however, is basic science research – so i'm basically trying to figure out how a set of genes work and what they do because we don't know it yet! i never thought i'd fall in love with this project but i did! so my advice on research is to reach out to whoever you can, try to find good mentors, and keep on open mind. you never ever know what you'll end up with a passion for.

let me know if there are any other questions i can answer! but you're early in the process yet – you have a lot of time to explore :) i'm not sure all of this was actually useful advice cos the path i took was kind of a niche path, but i swear i can give better more applicable advice.

[lemotmo]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/780656269129334784/in-my-opinion-there-is-no-time-for-any-other

This definitely is an interesting point of view. And while I do think they have time to tell more personal character driven stories in the remaining episodes since as we have seen the show can do a lot in a little time if they want, and I definitely do feel like we have had a lot more direct call and acknowledgment of buddie this season,

I can’t fully say this anons buddie and Tim argument is flawed either though. Because that is an established pattern of the show and Tim. Buddie gets hyped for s bit. Gets the numbers in. We all collectively go omg it’s finally happening and then suddenly the show takes a sharp right turn, issues bts happen that throw everything off and into chaos, and we get left with a “oh haha tune in next season 😉”

It’s been happening since s3 tbh. Which now we know it never stood of actually happening thanks to fox which in hindsight them making any kind of build up while also actively never letting it go anywhere with out our knowledge is even crappier. But I think that’s also why it sucks so much to see now because with ABC it truly has felt possible but like this anon said. The same conversations and concerns that were discussed at the start of the season are now again here at the end. Eddie being sidelined when he shouldn’t be. Pacing issues. Time management issues. Tim getting side tracked. Storylines being moved around and pushed backed. Which this late into the season shouldn’t be happening. But 8 almost 9 seasons into a series most definitely should not still be happening.

And we are very rapidly approaching the end of the season and rapidly heading for once again a “oh haha tune in next season 😉” and more and more I see more and more people starting to say well “buddie canon season 9 here we go!” Which is again an every season occurrence where we all collectively say this is the season! And then by the end we look like 🤡 and adjust the goal post another season. And then it’s rinse and repeat season after season. Which is another interesting point of when do we stop doing that. Because for as long as everyone constantly just goes eh maybe next season, it’s just more room for the show to keep doing it and dragging it out. I know people don’t like to discuss this and it normally gets written off as dooming. Which in a way it is. But it’s also a conversation that eventually the fandom does need to have with itself of when is enough, enough. Like how many seasons of haha maybe this time before sorry your out of chances do we give. Fox we know now was never gonna happen. And with ABC we could maybe give them a pass on s7. It was right off a double strike, and a shortened season, and a brand new network. But if it’s the same old same old at the end of this season? What do we do then. Because this was a fully filled out 18 episodes season with no strikes, no network changes season.

Idk. I’m keeping the hope something is coming for us by season end. But I’ve been doing that for years now so nothing new lol. But with us once more being at the end of the season, chaos happening bts, Tim constantly getting distracted, I can’t say I’d be super shocked to end with yet another hahaha maybe next season guys ending either.

See, I do understand what you are saying here and I get your frustration with the show and with the fandom just accepting it. It's been years now and we're all a little tired.

I see the problems with Tim in charge and I definitely see the problems when it comes to Eddie's narrative and how his story gets sidelined so often. I does frustrate me. But the thing is: it isn't anything new. 🤷‍♀️

I've been watching network TV-shows for decades now and I've seen my favourite characters been sidelined in order to let others shine so many times. In most of those shows the slowburns have always burned extremely slow. The worst one was 'The X-files', no doubt about it.

So I've built up a lot of patience when it comes to my ships going canon. And I've learnt to enjoy the screentime my favourites do get when they are on my screen.

When I watch TV-shows I love, I don't want to waste time on being frustrated, because I know it won't change anything. I cannot influence any TV-show, no matter how much I wish I could. So I've learned to enjoy what we do get. Does that make sense?

And for 911? We have literally never been closer than this. I had zero hope for Buddie canon up until season 6. We got some great Buddie episodes and scenes in all of the first 6 seasons, but it was always something that stood on its own and wasn't properly addressed.

Season 7 and especially 8 have changed all of that. These two seasons are game changers. They have consistently brought us closer to Buddie canon, with 7 giving us bi Buck and 8b actually asking some important questions out loud.

For me that is more than enough. I can now see where this story is going. They have committed to the ship and can't pull back from this, because then they will most certainly face public backlash from the audience AND the press. It's gone too far. They have passed the point of no return.

So I'm content now. Yes, I am critical of some choices Tim made in season 7 and 8a. And yes, I can still be frustrated with Eddie being sidelined in an episode that would have fit him like a glove, but it is what it is. This is how Tim and the writers wanted it and I'm sure it'll all have a purpose in the end. Do I always like these choices? No. But again, there is nothing I can do about it, so why be angry and complain? I don't want to end up hating one of my favourite shows.

Logically we'll see some more evolution in this storyline in season 8. Now, I don't know what this evolution is going to look like, but since the question of 'Buck being in love with Eddie' has been asked by Maddie and Buck himself? I do think we'll get an answer to that question in season 8. It makes sense.

Right now Eddie is still the wild card when it comes to Buddie. But Buck is living in his house now. When he returns to LA with Chris he will most certainly stay with Buck, which would be such a great set up for Eddie to confront his feelings. So yeah, I do think we'll get to see some of Eddie's emotions on this as well and I think we'll get some kind of resolution there, however small it may be.

What this resolution will look like? I don't know. That's up to the show itself. I'm just a viewer and a fan.

Bottom line, for the first time in so many seasons the show has made its Buddie intentions loud and clear. The question has been asked, out loud and on screen. So it is happening and I'm more than happy with that. I am content. 😌

Yes, if I could have written their story myself, I would have made so many different choices than what the show ended up doing. But I'm not a writer on this show. So what is the point of dwelling on that?

We are finally in a position where the Buddie question has been addressed. So I'm going to sit down, patiently watch each episode and be a little disappointed with what we didn't get, but happy with what we did get.

As for the timeline of it all? I haven't a clue. 🤷‍♀️

I never had a clue about the timeline for any other of the TV-shows I've watched in the past. It was always a waiting game, so I'm used to it by now. 😌

Nonny please don't see this as me dismissing your feelings or your opinions in any way. I see you. I get your frustrations and I read your opinions, understand them, even share some of them. Your views matter just as much as mine do.

I'm just in a really good place right now when it comes to Buddie. I'm happy with what we've got and I'm feeling quite optimistic to what we might still get in season 8. That's all.🤷‍♀️

[bardofavon]

Sorry for the long text ahead !

At the beginning of January, I finally started my definitive reread of A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill, which also meant, for the first time, reading the ending (the last 100 pages or so).

I had been postponing it for so long, waiting for the right moment, wanting to give it the attention and space it deserved. In the end, I decided it would be the first book I read this year. I spent hours formatting it into a proper book-style document so I could upload it to my reading app, to highlight passages, and annotate freely. By the time I was done, it came out to exactly 1,000 pages.

It’s strange to think about who I was when I first started this fic in 2021 and who I am now, reaching its conclusion. I am not the same person, and yet, in so many ways, this story has been a constant—a touchstone, something I kept returning to, something that has shaped me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.

When I finally reached the end, finished reading—completely by coincidence—in the early hours of Valentine’s Day, I had made 235 annotations and highlights. Some of them are just a single word, scrawled out in a desperate attempt to capture the moment. Some are paragraphs, as if I could hold onto a feeling by dissecting it. Some are just exclamation points or keyboard smashes. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to react to something so much. After following this work since 2021, it was almost surreal to finally arrive at its conclusion.

I hesitated before writing this because no words could ever fully capture what this story has meant to me. I remember so vividly the thrill of waiting for updates, the way I completely lost my mind when I first read Chapter 20—barely minutes after it had been uploaded. So many moments from my previous readings remained etched in my memory, and yet, this time, everything felt different. I laughed, I chuckled, I cried—not just from sadness but from sheer distress. I genuinely don’t think I had ever cried out of stress because of a book before. Probably the most I’ve ever felt while reading anything, honestly.

I read it, kind of, alongside with a friend—someone who had known about this fic for a long time because I’ve talked about it to literally anyone who matters. Reading it with her meant sending live reading reactions, screenshots of paragraphs or even entire pages, voice messages of me losing my mind at varying levels of intensity. Without her, my number of annotations would have been soooo much higher. It was incredible to have someone to share this with. She quite literally knows A Good Myth inside and out because of me without having ever actually opened the fanfic on AO3. We talk about A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill Kaz more than we talk about canon Kaz—we even call him A Good Myth Kaz, as if it’s his actual name. We reference the fic so often that we’ve shortened it to just A Good Myth. Somehow, she ended up joining me in this experience despite being a very firm Darkling hater (who we, infamously, only ever referred to as “the man”—or, in Spanish, el sujeto—throughout the entire reading).

But my point is this: this fic means so much to me that I had to share it with someone—otherwise, I think I would have exploded. I’m usually more reserved about the things I love, especially for fear of coming on too strong, but at this point, I genuinely don’t care. I am unapologetically obsessed with A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill. It truly—and I say this with no exaggeration—changed my life in ways I don’t even know how to put into words.

Kaz Brekker from A Good Myth means more to me than I can possibly express. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so attached or seen by a character before. This fic helped me understand so much about myself, forced me to confront things I hadn’t before. I feel like I owe your Kaz so much, and by extension, I owe you so much.

I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to express just how grateful I am for having found this fic. I genuinely can’t imagine what my life would have been like without it. I think about it every single day—and that is not an exaggeration. It is, without a doubt, one of the most impactful things I have ever read. I will never forget it.

You are a brilliant writer.

Thank you for, quite literally, changing my life.

I know I’m a writer but I feel like even if I tried all morning I wouldn’t be able to perfectly encapsulate how this makes me feel or what it means to me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. 

People always say “oh write for yourself write for yourself” and I do— to a certain extent, but do think most writers really dream of being able to have any sort of impact with the things that they want. 

Some mornings it’s harder to get up than others, especially when the weather gets cold, so thank you for reminding me this morning that I have a purpose and the things I do matter. Thank you for loving this story like I love it, for sharing it with others, and for sharing with ME how it made you feel. 

Also, if you ever WERE inclined to share those annotations I’d sell my kidney to see them. But no pressure though 😂 

[shinyzango]

So, about that "A Steampunk Carol" graphic novel...

I totally did not forget to make the post about it like I promised I am so sorry.

For those who are not familiar with it, long story short a while ago I came across a Kickstarter project for what seemed to be a steampunk adaptation of the Nutcracker story and was bummed that I missed out on it and wasn't able to support and secure a copy for myself, but a fella made me aware that it did actually get published in Italy a few years ago, and that it was sold on Amazon. And after discovering that there was literally only one copy left, I bought it on a whim to both read it and to hopefully attract more attention to it for reasons I'll discuss in just a bit.

I'm just going to say that I'm very back at writing reviews so apologies if this doesn't say anything at the end or if you didn't get the answers to your questions dkfjgn

Alright, now for the book itself.

First things first, the story. I won't go into details right now as I do not want to spoil folks in case this does get released in english to a wider public, but I can add a Spoilers section in the future where I explain in detail what happens if I get asked about it.

The story, like I said, is an adaptation of the Nutcracker And The Mouse King, but it is quite different in many elements, and spices things up quite a bit, especially after the introduction.

Sadly it feels quite rushed in its execution imo, I assume it's because they had to fit everything in a single volume. Which is a shame because there are many concepts and ideas that are very fascinating and interesting, both for the plot and for the characters themselves.

Speaking of the characters, they are quite unique and interesting.

The main kid, Caitlin, who is the Clara/Marie of the story, can be a little sassy, but she still feels grounded and has a good balance between putting down her foot and being nervous about the situation. I don't mind her character.

The Nutcracker, who is only called Schiaccia (just a shortened "Schiaccianoci" which is nutcracker in italian. I assume he's called Cracker in english if they kept that logic), feels solid. He's a loyal soldier, skilled but does show hints of insecurities. A good lad.

The mice are great as well, I'm really intrigued by the lore they cooked up for them, and the Mouse King is actually not bad, and I like what they did with his character.

There's also another supporting character, a tin soldier who goes by Sergeant Idle. He is basically a companion to the Nutcracker. He is basically a plot tool, helping with the backstory and moving the story forward, but not in a bad way. He's very enjoyable.

I would have loved to see them all explored further, but like I said it all feels rushed probably because it had to stick all in a single volume. I don't know if the authors ever considered this to become a series or if it's just a one-shot story, but I would honestly love to see this evolve into a series, if only because I love the characters and I would love to know more about the lore they cooked up for it more in detail, letting all the elements have the time to shine.

Moving on to the graphic...

I love Lorenza's art style. It looks very sketchy, with a clean roughness to it if that makes sense. And I really like all the designs of the characters.

(Apologies for the glares, I tried my hardest to limit them as much as possible. also ngl I'm giggling a little seeing how Schiaccia looks similar to my Hans skdfkjhn)

All in all, I really like this adaptation. It's unique and enjoyable, if only a little rushed.

Like I mentioned before, this was Kickstarted a while ago to get properly published in english. It was successfully funded and as far as I know, they're currently in the process of printing copies if not even shipping them for the backers. I still don't know if the folks at Last Ember Press are planning in making it available to purchase outsite the Kickstart, but I really hope so because I do think this deserves to be available to everyone.