#super duper sorry if it took me awhile to get to this!!!!

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Ronal x Tonowari x poly!reader

part 4! Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here.

it’s been so long I’m so sorry guys I got super duper busy with work, but I’m back! Words spoken in blue is spoken in Navi. And words in this is basically you talking to yourself.

You heard norm and max bickering over some bs while you were eating your breakfast when you get a call from Jake. “this is Y/n speaking, what’s up Jake?” You say answering the call, “hey y/n are you guys checking up on Kiri today?” You sigh “not sure why what’s goin on?” “She said she’s been having some weird dreams lately and I was wondering if norm and max can come check up on her.” “Got it, bye.”

“Normmmm, Maxxxxx.” You say while walking the halls of the lab, you enter a room and see them standing next to your avatar. “What Y/n.” “Jake wants a checkup, sayin Kiris having some weird dreams.” you mumble out while cleaning the inside of your nails, “alright we’ll get ready we’re heading over soon.

You wake up and find yourself in your avatar. As you head over to your beloved aircraft you see norm and max loading equipment in and offer to help. “Yeah actually thanks, can you go grab the rest of the stuff in the lab room?” “Got it.” You run to grab it and run back. As you’re setting the stuff in the aircraft your stomach starts to bubble with nerves, you haven’t seen Ronal or Tonowari in a few weeks and it’s nerve wrecking seeing them again. Ronals big yellow eyes.. Her thick course hair, don’t get me started on Tonowaris hair, you think about his big ass arms and beautiful tattoo work on them. Just like yours, when you were 18 you decided you wanted a tribal tattoo just like your father and got it as soon as you could. After thinking and snapping out of your haze, you jumped into the front pilot seat and asked the two nerds if they were ready, they replied yes and you started the aircraft named “Mahina”, by you of course and took off.

As soon as you got their multiple navis gathered, still very interested in the aircraft after seeing it multiple times. You unloaded things for Norm and Max set it into Jake and Neytiris mauri. You felt the same set of burning eyes on the back of your head, but didn’t look back yet. “Hey guys, how’s everything?” You ask trying to make conversation because it’s too quiet.. “good, what about you Y/n?” Jake replied seeing what you’re trying to do and giving into it. “Could be better.” like sleeping..

You then turn around and see Ronal. You smile nervously at her, just like how you did when you first ever met her. You walk over and greet her, “Hello Ronal, how are you?” You say trying not to make eye contact with her big ass eyes.. kind of hard to do, “Demon, it’s been long, where have you been? How’s that big cut on your shoulder? Have you been growing your hair? Are you staying the night here at the reef again? “Do you wish to sleep in our mauri?” Your eyes widen as you’re bombarded with so many questions, “woah slow down tsahik, yes it’s been awhile. Yes I’m staying here for awhile, me and my partners need to stay for kiri due to her dreams being a long-lasting test their running. And I am growing out my hair thank you for noticing.” She notices your gaze is focused on her nose and not her eyes. “Demon is something wrong? Why will you not look me in the eye?” “It’s nothing Ronal, how’s Tonowari and your children?” “Their fine, come to my mauri let me look your gash.” As you’re walking to her mauri you start sweating, this is so nerve wrecking and you don’t know why. As your getting checked you hiss due to her pressing on the gash, which turned into a scar very quick. “The paste worked. I told you it works on everyone.” you continue to talk to her as you hear the mauri flap being opened by no other than Tonowari, “Hello syulang.” great another reason to sweat even more.

translations; Mahina; Moon, Syulang; flower

ughhhh it’s been so long since I wrote, sorry if this was rusty. tag list! @sakuuo @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @ratchetprime211 @musictheatrenerd16 @unicornicopia1 @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @weepingwhitchofthewest

[f0xgl0v3]

The Octavian and Michael Quest; Story Snippet

Hahaha I’ve done it. I’m finally going mad, anyways after staring longingly at the Converse wedge high tops vowing to one day add them to my collection (and for some reason way more publicity on the post) I’ve decided that I’m making a like teaser for the Octavian-Michael fanfic I talked about all those weeks ago. Also I’m really bored this mid-winter break and I’m a mediocre narrative writer soo uh

Also if my google docs yell at me one more time because apparently the way I spell something is the British English way I’m going to scream. I’m sorry but it’s travelled. Anyways, I’d like to say again in no way am I an author nor do I think I write stories particularly well. There’s probably a reason why most of my big posts are formatted the way they are,

Also sorry no Michael in the sneak peak/ first bit I wrote, this is just the like. Set up? It’s mean to be short and sweet, enjoy! (also this isn’t proofread I’m so sorry),

I should’ve just chosen to use dice or birds primarily, Octavian thought as he pulled his dagger through another stuffed animal. It stung a bit, partially from the repeated weight of taking the golden blade through fabrics and partially because he had to. The dove between his hands looked pleading with its plastic eyes, the same sound of threads ripping apart while stuffing piled out. It caught in his ears again, the ringing that came before the voices. The same feeling of hair standing on end that Jason described when lightning was about to strike, and that’s when it began,

“Great strife shall befall the legion,” He had heard this voice before, the mixed harmony of several Gods murmuring before one truly broke through. It took awhile to get used to, his ears still rang after most of the Auguries, and Octavian could barely hear his own voice murmur in reply,

“What’s going on?” it felt odd to ask, Octavian’s own voice sounding desperate and panicked, though usually his tone reflected those of the Gods. The world around grew blurry while the harmony thinned out to one single melodious voice, humming in his ears, Venus, something in his mind decided,

“[the super duper cool prophecy that will be there at some point I pinky Promise]”

The world spun some more, and once Octavian’s vision settled the stuffed dove and his dagger had been dropped to the altar, his brows furrowed and breath a bit frantic while he tried to make some sense of what was just delivered to him. A prophecy. An actual prophecy. Octavian tenderly picked up the stuffed dove and dagger again, first giving the poor thing an apology and sewing it back up, gently holding it while he exited the Augurculanum. The blinding rays of the sun beat down on his eyes while Octavian made the run to the Principa from ground zero. His hand tightened around the dove, which was decidedly now named Beatrice. His boots crunched against the gravel roads that wound between most of the buildings. He opted not to walk on the main Via Principa; there would;ve been too many legionnaires walking back from the fields of Mars anyway.

Finally reaching the Principa was always a relief. It was great having most of the buildings Octavian had to go to in the Porta Praetoria; It meant everything was in arms reach. But also subsequently meant that heading to the Principa took longer and always felt more daunting (not to mention the Principa itself always felt impossibly big). Octavian rushed up the few steps and into the door, walking through the big halls and passing several doors and legionnaires before finally slipping into the main office. His eyes travelled to the Praetors; who snapped up once they realized he was there. Marcus spoke up first, already concerned,

“What happend?”

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That’s it! Uh, I didn’t want to type up a giant thing so there’s the short and sweet version. It’s also a draft partially? It’s my first time writing this little section. I also tried to keep it from being like.. super ahdiajfbsj like how I usually write things. Also the actual one will probably be first person because that means I can do my super fun parenthesis bits in character and that makes me happy.

Anyway goodnight internet.

[maraquan-cybunny]

8bit grundo, meerca, wocky, maraquan and pastel zafaras, and best and worst eyrie, quiggle, and tuskaninny colors

Alrighty, here we go! Under a readmore

you know what. you fucking know what. at least this pitiful creature resembles his former self. so he’s not too bad, in my opinion.

i like the grundo better. the color on this one is nicer, but i like the grundo better.

lord have mercy idk what’s on top of this poor things head but. what. it’s rear leg looks like a fuckin blob.

LORD HAVE MERCY A BEAUTIFUL BAB!!! SO LOVELY AND WONDERFUL!!! MY HEART!! im so hap whenever i see these beautiful babies; their color schemes are so nice to me, and theyre just so cute! overall a wonderful design!

oh!! hes such a cute color!!! i personally really really like his design, hes so cute and pretty!!!

Best & Worse:

Eyrie:

Worst:

to me, the only “bad” eyrie is one that i cant fuckin see. i love these creatures, so having one invisible would hurt my heart tons. where is my pretty birb boy? where is he?

Best:

LORD!! look at this beautiful angel!! that twinkle in its eyes and the design are so lovely!!! honestly i like a lot of the woodland-painted pets! i find them super duper pretty.

Quiggle:

Worst:

lord have some fuckin mercy upon my soul good lord what’s even happenin on this hellsite anymore i need to know why this poor creature is allowed to live

actually im not sure anymore

lord save my soul

WHY DOES IT HAVE FLESHY EYES

Best:

this ones the best. hands down. The Best. look at him. hes so cool.

Tuskaninny:

Worst:

he deserved better. but instead he got. this.

Best:

A CUTE BEAN SHE LOOKS LIKE A LEGIT SEAL LOOK AT EM AWWW LOOK AT HER WIL SPOTS AND FLECKS AND SHES GOOD AND PURE AND SHE’S GOT SUCH A WONDERFUL COLORSCHEME

[honey-dew-woo]

Engaged + Pregnancy Surprise HC's

Hey!! I have a request for Bradley bradshaw! (The loml) anyways reader is also a pilot and her and Bradley are engaged, her planet crashes and he’s beyond worried but she’s mostly okay and when she gets to the hospital she actually finds out that she’s pregnant with Bradley’s baby?

Ok but like, i was in love with this request. SO i made it headcanons! Top Gun maverick spoilers! enjoy!

Masterlist

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>Okay, to start it off, engagement hc's???

> You can't stop staring at the ring.

>Like you love it just so much.

>knowing rooster its nothing super duper flashy, just a simple band and a simple stone, but its perfect.

>high key how everyone found out about engagement

>no big announcement, or facebook post, just people noticing the ring

>luckily for you that ring saved your live

>after attempting the sharp fly up in your recent missions, you fell victim to g-lock

>the shimmer of the diamond somehow snapped you back into reality

>unfortunately, it was too late to save your plane.

>fortunately, however, you had both maverick, phoenix, bob, and your plane itself yelling at you to eject.

>so eject is what you did. 

>Bradley freaked out.

>Tbh almost broke Hangman's nose when Jake stopped him from going out on a plane and rushing to you

>he did however rush to the plane when maverick announced he was flying back on you

>maverick called the infirmary, practically yelling at some poor Lt. that he needed a stretcher asap.

>they didn't send a team out, but don't worry

>Bradley probably would have taken you from them anyway.

>So the man carried you, princess style, rushing into the infirmary, yelling for a doctor

>And so a doctor came, reacting to the crazy pilot holding a woman in his arms.

>don't ask me how, but he outran Maverick and Phoenix to the infirmary, so those two burst in the doors like five minutes after

>They put you up in your own room, and the three of them sat by your bedside 

>Phoenix volunteered to watch over you so Bradley and Maverick could go get coffee

>They went to the coffee room, and Bradley chewed Maverick out

>and honestly? he just took it.

>when Bradley was done he felt so much better.

>this poor boi was just so stressed from worrying about you.

>Rooster, ofc, apologized and the two hugged it out

>tbh v. heartfelt.

>the two headed back to the room

>and you were up!

>Bradley rushed into your arms, very gently

>so relieved.

>He moved his chair to sit directly next to your bed

>Then the doctor walked in.

>everyone was so tense.

>"Lt. L/N, your bloodwork and scans came back clean. You're fine, it was most likely just G-Lock. Take it easier on them Captain Maverick."

>"However, there is news. Which one of you is engaged to Ms. L/N?" The doctor asked

>You were all bewildered

>Maybe it was some medical privacy hippa violation about this news?

>Bradley raised his hand, concerned.

>"Congratulations." The doctor smiled at the both of you.

>jaws. dropped.

>Phoenix and maverick snickering to themselves, wiggling eyebrows.

>"Sorry?" Bradley asked, taking a double take

>"You're pregnant. It's very early, about six weeks. Congratulations." The doctor went off again before leaving

>you turned to Bradley, both of you still not processing it yet.

>"we should get married. like soon."

>"I mean im not opposed, but why?"

>"I dont want a pregnant belly when i'm walking down the aisle."

>"Oh please. you'd look beautiful either way."

>Insert forehead kiss.

>Mav and Phoenix had left like awhile ago to give you time to process the news

>TBH you were nervous

>You both never really talked about kids?

>Like dont get me wrong, you both def. wanted them

>But this soon?

>"Hey. I know that look in your eyes. Don't worry. Even if it soon, I'm so happy we're having a kid."

>he's so soft.

>you cant tell me he wouldn't lift up your shirt to expose your belly right then and there.

>"Be nice to your mom, kiddo." he spoke, before kissing your stomach

>tbh sent you into a fit of laughter

>he would also get like 100x more protective

>but he'd love you. so so much

>he'd also love your kid. so so much.

[little-lee-froggie]

Your last fic were super duper cuteee!!! Would you mind writing another lee todoroki with lers league of villain (except his own brother dabi)? hehehe

Sure! Sorry if it took awhile, but I did my best to make it good for you! This is my first time EVER writing a character x character, so I hope it’s okay. It’s a little shorter than I would have liked, but I hope you like it none the less :) With that, let’s get into it, and I hope you like it nonnie:

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Warnings: Tickle torture, light restraints, kidnapping, brief swearing (if I’m missing any, please let me know)

lers: the LOV -Dabi

lee: Shoto

other characters: Dabi (don’t worry, he’s just there for the ending)

How? How had this happened again? Kidnapped by the league of villains… how had a student been taken again? And him no less. These were the questions spinning around in Todoroki’s mind, silently cursing himself for being taken.

The class was out training when the LOV showed up, however Dabi was nowhere to be found… whatever, that didn’t matter. In the chaos of the clones twice made, and not being able to tell where everyone was, somehow Mr.Compress had gotten Shoto and thrown him into a portal Kuroguri had made to the base.

Now, he was tied with his hands above his head very securely. He was bruised and bleeding slightly from what they had done to him to try and get him to tell them UA’s secrets, but he wasn’t taking. He wasn’t going to fail twice in one day.

They had tried everything to get him to talk, (well everything but…) but he just wouldn’t talk. It wasn’t much different from training with his dad when he was younger. “Ugh, why won’t he talk?? This starting to get boring…” Toga complained, slouched at the bar, drinking a lemonade Kuroguri had given her.

All of the sudden, her head popped up, and she had big smile on her face. “I have an idea! Hey boss, come here!!” She yelled to Shiggy, who was sitting at the bar a few chairs down.

After awhile of Toga yelling for him to come over he finally did. When he got to her, she whispered something in his ear, and his shoulders went down a bit, and he kinda sighed. “If I let you do this, will you leave me the fuck alone for the rest of tonight?”, he said, sounding tired. “You got it Shiggy!!”, she said, and happily bounced out of her chair, then walked up to Todoroki, so close that their faces were practically touching.

“Hey, Mr.red-and-white?”, she asked, smiling widely. “Are you… ticklish by any chance??”. ‘Oh no’ Shoto thought. He hadn’t been tickled very often, but once or twice by some of his friends was enough to know what it was, and that he was most definitely ticklish.

He started to look a bit flustered from the question, so Toga took that as a yes and poked his exposed armpit, making the half-and-half boy flinch and his mouth twitch. “Hey, Jin-kun, Shiggy, compress, Kuroguri, come join me!”, the youngest in the league shouted out to the rest of the group.

Twice immediately jumped up from his chair and joined Toga in the playful but tortures gesture on the young boy. Mr.compress came a bit after, after seeing how much of a show was going on up there, whereas Shiggy stayed behind (at least for now, hehe🙃) and the portal villain stayed with him.

“AHAHAHA STOHOHOP!!!! GEHEHT OHOHOFF MEHEHE!!!”, the half-and-half boy laughed, but was clearly not having a great time. Don’t get me wrong, when it was his friends, he was fine with it and it felt good to laugh, but he drew the line at villains, yet here he was.

“Aww, look at him!! We should do this more often” Toga said, smiling widely. “No, that could possibly give away our base with the noise- GREAT idea Toga!!”, twice said, constantly moving between spots. “He’s definitely putting on quite the show, I’ll give him that” compress chimed in.

“STOHOHOP!! LEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!” Shoto yelled, wishing he had enough strength to freeze the restraints and escape, or maybe burn through them, but the battle, being trapped in a marble, and all the attempts to get him to talk had completely worn him out.

They continued to tickle him relentlessly, only stoping to make sure he didn’t pass out once, and after he caught his breath, they continued.

The longer it went on, the more hopeless Shoto felt, but he refused to give up the information.

Eventually, Shiggy couldn’t take the noise, and decided to try and speed it up. He got up, slowly walked towards them all, and since he couldn’t do much else, he poked Shoto where ever he could. Normally this would have made his situation more hopeless, how ever, one spot the new edition poked got an extreme reaction of ice.

All the villains hands got frozen, and so did the bindings, making it so Todoroki could break them.

In the confusion of the sudden ice, the half-and-half boy somehow managed to get out and run far away. Toga seemed to be disappointed that he was gone and she didn’t get any information, especially about Deku.

~Dabi pov~ THE AFTERMATH :

I came back from my secret alone mission to find four of my alley’s hands frozen in front some broken rope hanging from the sealing. I sighed and simply walked passed them, ignoring Toga’s yelling to attempt to get me to unfreeze their hands. Oh well, if it isn’t unfrozen by morning, I’ll help them, and maybe when Shiggy realizes that he has two hands, he can get himself out, but until then, whatever crazy shit they did this time will be their problem.

They should really think before they do anything

꧁༺The end༻꧂

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That was the story, I hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it was so short, I wasn’t doing good with motivation, but I really wanted to make this for you nonnie, so it might be a bit rushed, sorry 😅. I‘m glad you requested it though, it was fun to write, especially Toga! Have a great day/night! Byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

[mobagehelllocal]

“i can hold the world in my hands” ver. iii - jamil

Can you please do the world writing with Jamil? Thank you!!!! -- from @star33dust​.

A/N: Ah!!! Jamil definitely deserves an extra sweet one~ I hope you enjoy this! <3

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver), ver iii (this), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

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Once the kitchen entered your line of vision, you could already smell the spices in the air. It could only mean one thing. A grin rose to your face—you had finally found Jamil.

You pushed open the doors to the kitchen, to see Jamil calmly ordering some of the Scarabia students to return back to the dorms with platters of the food he had already finished preparing. You waited patiently for him to one–no longer be holding anything breakable and two–not be doing anything meant to be disturbed. It took you awhile, but in between his actions you finally called out. 

“Jamil~!”

His head jerked to turn in your direction, and you’re grateful you caught him right before he picked up the knife.

“[Name].” His surprised expression turned into a pretty tender smile. “Why are you here?” 

“Nothing really,” you tilted your head to the side with a smile on your lips. “but do I need a reason to go looking for my super duper amazing boyfriend?” he visibly flinched at that, his hand immediately going to his hood, and his face turned away. You bent forward, and smiled triumphantly--there’s just the lightest red on his cheeks. Ever since you guys started going out, you realized pretty quickly that Jamil didn’t get praised often. Or at least, he acted like a tsundere upon receiving praise.

(You once called him tsundere to his face. When he asked what that was you just laughed and ran away.)

(Nevertheless, he’s still super suspicious whenever you mutter tsun tsun underneath your breath in his proximity.) 

“I’m still pretty busy.” he exhaled, and turned back to you. To your disappointment, he had already composed himself. 

“No problem, I’ll just sit here--” you grabbed a stool, sat down, then rested your face in your palms. “and watch you~” 

“I--” you see Jamil inhale sharply, and duck underneath his hoodie. “...okay... sure. Fine.” You grinned at that. He quickly turned away, and when he grabbed the cooking tools, the way his tense shoulders slackened made you know you’ve lost him.

When Jamil cooks--it’s like when he’s dancing--he’s in his own world and he rarely would acknowledge the people around him. His mind is far from you, because he always concentrates--always gives everything he does--all of his energy. He’s incredibly attentive to everything--especially to the details. 

He never really understands why you’re so willing to watch him, not just when he’s dancing, but also when he’s cooking. 

It’s because he doesn’t see what you see.

Jamil was at his best when he cooks or when he dances.

It was beautiful--resplendent--you could never keep your eyes away. 

So you watch, and sigh romantically. 

Everything can fall away when you watch him too.

Eventually he finished. He gave his final instruction to the last of the Scarabia students still hanging around, before he finally approached you.

“Done?” 

“Mhm. I’ll take a short break with you before I go back.” his smile was small, but kind, and he calmly laced your fingers together. “Tell me about your day?” 

“Sure~” you laughed, as you began to talk about your misadventures with Grimm, Ace and Deuce. Jamil listened carefully and patiently. You could feel your heart fill with love for him--he was always so attentive to people around him. Always able to pick out the likes and dislikes of the people around him. When you came in, he probably picked up how you just wanted to spend a moment with him--he was always so busy after all. Despite that, he was willing to take a short break with you. 

Without you realizing you had stopped speaking, and was just--staring at him. Jamil’s brow twitched in discomfort.

“Is something wrong?” 

“--ah, sorry no, I was just... lost in thought.” you laughed sheepishly. 

“You were at the part where Ace was daring Grim to put a fork in the socket.” he said, to get you back on track. 

“Yeah I was... but...” you stare into his dark eyes, before you nodded to yourself.

“Hey Jamil?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You know I can hold the world in my hands?” you unlaced your fingers from his and raised your hands palm up. He stared inquisitively into your palms as if the world would suddenly appear in it--and you could see the way his thoughts toss and turn your words--probably trying to understand whatever double meaning you’ve attached to your question.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” he said after awhile, and you only grinned in response. 

“Here, I’ll show you how!” when your hands cup his cheeks, he jerked in surprise, his face turned red.

“You--what--” Jamil sputtered, and you laughed in triumph. 

“I told you right? This is how I hold the world.” you leaned in to meet his gaze evenly. “You’re my world, Jamil.” 

The red on his cheeks intensified, and he immediately pulled away from your hands to tug his hood over his face.

“Awww... come on Jamil! Show me your face!” 

“No!” He protested, as he batted your arms away, “Why? There’s nothing on my face anyways!”

“Then why are you hiding it?” You giggled, and he looked up quickly to glare at you, his heart pounding rapidly in his ears. 

He saw the way you laughed, and smiled in his presence. Your eyes met his gaze evenly--seeing him. Knowing him, understanding him--his heart, and how he truly felt and he just--

‘You...’

‘When you say stuff like that--’

‘You make me fall in love harder, you know?’ 

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[redemptionforarthur]

Como La Flor

NSFW

Javier x OC

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: ~2900

It's been awhile since I've been on Tumblr in general, even longer since I've posted fanfics, so please let me know if I need to add any additional warnings or anything else.

Notes: This is kind of a one-off of a longer fic I'm writing that I'm still debating posting at all, but I got inspired by the idea of OC as a nurse, so here it is! My spanish is pretty rusty tbh, so Deepl was my bestie when I couldn't remember how to phrase things, so if things are off, I'm super duper sorry, just let me know and I can fix it! Also as a white person writing a Mexican character, I do my best to 1. stay as true to character and 2. avoid stereotypes and offensive material. So again, if something isn't cool, just tell me so I know and can fix it.

Being the camp nurse meant having a lot of responsibility and constantly having something to do. If Charlotte wasn’t stitching up a laceration, she was checking for broken bones or bringing down fevers. Colter had been especially rough for everyone; losing Jenny and Davey really took a toll on the mood around camp, and though she knew there was nothing more she could’ve done, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel the weight of their deaths on her shoulders. Then, when John got back after almost getting eaten alive, she was at his bedside almost all day every day for a week just making sure he didn’t get infected. Despite her best efforts, Abigail had made her jealousy of the situation very clear.

Once they reached Horseshoe Overlook, everyone finally started to relax a little. John had recovered for the most part, but his scars remained. Everyone else’s mood seemed to lift though, and since Dutch had given the order to lie low, Charlotte hadn’t had to deal with too many injuries over the last few weeks. She wasn’t used to having so much free time, so she’d done what she could to help out with chores around camp and run to town for resupplies. During one such trip, she ran into a couple of the boys from the gang at the saloon. It seemed Bill had taken to starting a fight, which the others had quickly joined in on. They were sitting on the steps of the saloon dealing with the aftermath when Charlotte came out of the doctor’s.

“Jesus, what happened?” She asked, rushing over. Arthur looked the worst off with a black eye and several bruises, mud streaked up and down his clothes. Though the others weren’t far behind him; Charles, Javier, and Bill all had a couple good hits to them each.

“Ask this idiot,” Arthur pointed a thumb back at Bill flippantly, rubbing his face with his other hand. Bill grumbled some argument back about not being the one to start it, but it was clear he had some responsibility in it.

“Alright, just get back to camp, I’ll patch you all up at my tent.” Charlotte mounted her horse and led the group back to the overlook. Once they arrived, she opened up her kit and rustled around for a few items to clean their cuts. Arthur was first as he had the most to deal with, then Bill who bullied his way next in line. Charles was third, but he was a quick fix, mostly just a few bruises and a hurt shoulder that would heal in a day or two. Last was Javier who, despite his few injuries, spent the most time at her tent.

He rarely needed any actual medical attention, but he was probably one of her most frequent visitors. Sometimes he would find an excuse like a small cut from five finger filet, but other times he dropped the illusion of having a real issue and just made conversation. Either way, Charlotte was happy to have the company, and if she was honest, she’d always been a little attracted to him.

At the moment, he was telling her another story from Mexico, adding in a few words in Spanish for flair. She’d already finished cleaning him up, but she wasn’t going to kick him out now. Instead, she put away her things slowly as he talked, smiling softly as he got more excited about his story. Really, she hadn’t focused too much on what he was actually saying so much as his voice in general. Low and soft, she’d always found it quite soothing, enjoying many of their conversations just for this reason alone.

“Javier,” she finally interrupted, “You know I like talking to you, but Miss Grimshaw will be around at some point and realize I’m not working anymore.”

He smiled slyly and got up from her cot where she’d been patching him up. “Guess I’ll have to find some work for you to do.”

Charlotte furrowed her brows in confusion as he walked off and called, “Javier, don’t hurt yourself on purpose...Javier?” He just winked over his shoulder at her and kept walking as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Sighing, she put the rest of her supplies away and stepped over to Pearson’s wagon which was just beside her own canvas spread. If she wasn’t busy fixing up a hurt cowboy, she was usually trying to help Pearson cook, one of the only other chores she didn’t mind doing. Though that meant passing by their captive O'Driscoll once more as he begged for water or a scrap of food. If no one was watching, Charlotte would sneak him a sip of water or piece of meat, but if she did it too often, someone would catch on. She didn’t want to be seen as a traitor to the camp, especially since she’d only been riding with them for a few months.

“Hey miss,” the O’Driscoll called to her in a hushed tone, “Do you have anything to drink?” Looking around for any prying eyes, Charlotte hurriedly let him have a few swallows from her water canteen.

“That’s enough,” she whisked it away. “Tell anyone and you’ll get a suture to your eye.” As he thanked her, she nodded and wandered back to the wagon to chop vegetables. She wasn’t alone for more than five minutes before she was interrupted by Javier showing her a few nicked fingers from a game of filet. Putting her knife down, she sighed, “Javier, really? Shoo! You’ll get blood all over the food, go sit down by my tent, I’ll be right there.”

Cleaning up her table, Charlotte followed him over and pulled out all of her supplies again. “Honestly, I can’t believe you did that.”

“You said you needed work,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn’t need you to create work for me, idiot.”

“Valió la pena,” he smiled lightly as she worked, watching intently as she deftly cleaned then wrapped each cut. Charlotte rolled her eyes subtly and held back an amused smile. Though she knew Spanish, she’d never told him so. She enjoyed his frequent flirting that he thought she couldn’t understand, though she was sure he did so with all the girls at camp.

“There,” she finished wrapping his last finger, “Keep this up and you won’t have any fingers left to shoot your gun with.”

“Hermosa,” Javier looked down at his hands then back up at Charlotte. She felt her face grow hot again, unsure if he was talking about her bandaging job or her. “I’d say you’ve worked plenty today, you need a break,” he said, taking her hand in his and pulling her towards the hitching posts. “We’ll be back!” He called to the camp, mostly for Miss Grimshaw so she wouldn’t lose her mind when she couldn’t find Charlotte later.

She followed behind, mostly out of pure shock, but once they reached the horses, she stopped. “Where are we going? I can’t just leave, what if someone needs me?”

“You’re not allowed to take breaks?” He asked, raising a brow at her. “They’ll be fine for a few hours.”

Charlotte knew he was right, but part of her always worried something would happen when she was away, and the other part of her was just nervous to be alone with Javier. Nervous in a good way, of course, but it would help if she at least knew where she was going.

Sensing her hesitation, Javier cocked his head, “We’re just going up the river a bit towards Window Rock, it’ll be fun. Don’t make me beg you.” He put on his best sad-puppy eyes, which wasn’t that hard considering she melted everytime she looked into his soft, brown eyes anyway.

“Yeah, okay,” she relented, mounting her horse and following him north out of camp. “You gonna tell me what we’re doing up here?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said with a laugh.

“That’s because you haven’t given me any answers,” she said.

“Patience, querida.”

Charlotte found herself blushing again and decided to just keep her mouth shut for the rest of the ride. They rode in comfortable silence for the better part of their trip, only the occasional question or quip being added. When they got to their destination, Charlotte had to admit, it was a beautiful area. She hadn’t been out this way yet, but she made a mental note to return. The trickling noise of the river amidst the sparse forest leading up to Window Rock was like a private paradise. Summer heat was quickly approaching, and with the temperature today, the water looked all the more inviting.

Javier pulled a basket and blanket off his horse and rolled it out on the river’s bank. Charlotte raised a brow, “Did you plan this?”

Instead of responding, he just opened the basket and held out a bread roll to her as he sat down on the blanket. She gave him an entertained smile, accepting the roll and taking a seat next to him. A soft breeze rolled through while they ate several things Charlotte was sure he had swiped from Pearson’s wagon as well as a fish Javier made sure she knew he’d caught specifically for them this morning.

“So you did plan this,” she said with a laugh.

“Yeah, okay maybe,” he smiled at her, “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Charlotte nodded, feeling the same. “Well you can stop getting yourself hurt to spend time with me. You could just ask, you know?”

“Sure, but then you wouldn’t get to nurse me back to health.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes in response, though she had always liked his frequent visits to her canopy. Plus it gave her an excuse to be close to him, and if she was honest, she liked having an excuse to touch him as well. “Alright, just keep it to a minimum, hey? You’re going to lose a finger if you keep playing filet just to talk to me.”

“Cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor.”

“Do you flirt with all the girls like this?” She half-joked with another roll of her eyes.

“Only you. Why, would that make you jealous?” Javier teased, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, causing her face to turn red as could be.

Charlotte didn’t pull back, but she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around even faster than before. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but he was waiting for a response. Somehow, she needed to flip this back on him instead. “¿Y si lo hiciera?” She asked, a smile creeping onto her face.

Immediately, Javier’s cocky facade dropped as he searched her eyes and furrowed his brows trying to figure out if he’d just heard her correctly. “You speak Spanish?”

“I had a lot of Mexican patients in New Austin, I had to learn.”

“So, you’ve understood everything I’ve ever said to you.” It was more a realization than a question, and as his face started to get red, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“That would be correct,” she said, unable to hold back her full smile and laugh any longer while Javier sat looking completely mortified.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Charlotte shrugged. “And kill your ego? Please. Besides, I thought it was kinda cute when you flirted with me and thought I didn’t know,” she admitted.

He looked dumbfounded for a moment before straightening himself up and resuming his confident exterior, probably embarrassed he’d even let it slip for just a second. “Fair point. Though if I’d known you were listening, I would’ve been a little more eloquent.”

“Is that right?” She chuckled.

“Sure. Te compararía con una rosa, pero no te haría justicia. Something like that,” he winked.

“Hmm,” she thought for a moment, “I kind of preferred what you said the other day.”

“And what was that?”

“It was something about...How my legs would look better around your face? Does that ring any bells?” She asked.

His cheeks instantly turned red as he recalled the incident, but his expression remained cool, “I stand by that one. But again, I would’ve phrased it better.”

“Do tell,” she prodded.

Javier leaned closer to her, hovering just beside her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “Te adoraría entre las piernas hasta que invocaras a Dios, tú mismo.”

Charlotte’s jaw dropped slightly as her eyes closed, feeling every word send sparks throughout her body. His hands were suddenly on her hips, pulling her into his lap as he moved to kiss her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into him, pinning his back down to the ground. His hands wandered lower as his tongue glided over her bottom lip, begging to be let in. She moaned lightly, allowing just enough room for him to enter.

A mix of whiskey and cigarettes took hold of her tongue, a taste she never thought she’d crave so much. His soft touch tugged at her shirt, pleading for it to come off. As she let him take it off, they pulled away from each other for just a moment, and she caught him staring at her body, memorizing each freckle and dimple. He flipped her onto her back with him on top and ran a hand up her skirt, tugging down her underwear. Charlotte tugged him down to meet her lips as she felt a finger enter her. Gasping, she clenched down for just a second, making Javier moan into her kiss.

“Joder, querida, you want me so bad…” He trailed off, slipping another finger in beside the first, curling ever so slightly, heightening her pleasure. Pulling them back out, he brought them up to his lips to taste her with a pleased sigh. “Dios, you taste so good,” he kissed her then trailed his tongue down her body until he got to the waist of her skirt. Pushing the hem up, he moved between her thighs and pressed his lips against her with a hum of satisfaction. Arching her back, Charlotte felt herself pulse as he slipped his fingers back in and worked his tongue in quick, rhythmic movements.

Every time she tightened around his fingers, Javier would moan softly against her, sending even more pleasure through her body until she felt it build more and more. “Javier, please-” she gasped, the words barely escaping her lips audibly.

“Use your words, querida,” he teased, moving his fingers in a circular motion where his tongue had just been.

“I’m so close, please Javi,” she whimpered, her pulse rising quickly as he returned to his original position, working faster and harder. He instructed her to cum around his fingers, and she obeyed him as her release flooded through her, moaning his name in pure ecstasy.

When he finally reemerged and met her lips with his own, he had a content smile on his face. “Ready for the second round?” He asked, hovering over her. She nodded hurriedly, biting her lip as she helped him unzip his pants. Once he’d freed himself, Javier positioned himself in line with her and cocked his brow to ask if she was ready. Nodding again, she trailed a finger down his chest then looked back into his eyes in anticipation.

He eased himself into her, and despite how wet she already was and how much he’d already stretched her out with his fingers, it was still a tight fit that sent waves of warmth through her. Javier took notice of the effect he’d had and immediately set to work in a slow, smooth rhythm, his hand gripped deep into her hair as he thrust. Charlotte matched his tempo, meeting his hips with her own each time.

Cusses in his native language tumbled from his lips as he sped up his movements. From the look on his face, Charlotte could tell he was close, and she wanted him to feel just as good as he’d made her feel. With a groan of pleasure, Javier pulled her up into a sitting position on his lap and let her grind against him. He buried his head in her neck and sucked lightly on her skin, producing a gasp from her lips. She quickly realized she was close too as her hips ebbed and flowed against him. With every nip and kiss at her neck, she felt her orgasm rise again until she came mid-stroke. Her head tilted back while her pelvis spasmed lightly around him.

“Mierda,” Javier moaned against her, riding his own orgasm against her, his warmth filling her within seconds, and his shaky movements finding their own flow. Collapsing beside each other, both their chests rose and fell in sync as they caught their breath.

A smile crossed Charlotte’s face as she looked over at him. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”

“So have I,” he whispered back, caressing her face in his hands and kissing her again. Letting a moment of silence fall between them, he piped back up after a second, “Does this mean I can stop nicking myself just to be near you?”

Charlotte laughed, “Please. But I wouldn’t mind you hanging around the tent more often.”

“Deal,” Javier ran a hand through her hair, “Just as long as I get to whisk you away like this every once in a while.”

“Deal.”

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Setup (Amy Mitchell x Reader)

You didn’t like having to move in order for your daughter to go to a new school. Everything about the situation was complete bullshit. You hadn’t been with your daughter’s father in years. He’d been completely out of both your lives until his campaign for mayor, where he used your sexuality as part of his “I’m accepting” apology after a video of him being a dickhead was released. Nobody in the community had really known that you were a lesbian until then (unless they were one of the moms you’d slept with) and your sweet little girl was bullied out of her school. 

“I don’t wanna go!” Heather cried as she held onto your leg. It wasn’t going to be easy, getting her to go back to school. You knew it wasn’t, but you promised her this school would be different for the both of you. You pried her arms off of you and knelt down in front of her. 

“Heather, sweetie, you have to go to school. Just like I have to go to work. I promise that I’ll be here to pick you up on time. If you’re good today, we can go out for ice cream little lady,” you promised her. Heather perked up a little at the thought of ice cream. Before, you’d always worked long hours and normally she walked home with some kids to the neighbor’s or your mother’s. 

“Will you walk me to my class?” Heather asked you. You stood up and offered her your hand to hold. 

“Of course I will. It’s pretty scary going to a new school,” you told her. You understood more than anybody, you’d switch schools at least once a year growing up. It was partially that you’d grown up in a military family and partially that you’d always had some trouble assimilating. You dropped Heather off at her classroom and gave her a hug goodbye. “Remember, good day, ice cream.” 

“Good day, ice cream,” Heather repeated back to you, doing the same finger guns you’d given her. You turned around and started walking out of the school when you heard someone say something to you. 

“She’s absolutely adorable.” You turned to see a very friendly looking woman. “Hi, I’m Kiki. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” 

“We’re new. I’m Y/n, and thank you. It’s her first day here, she’s pretty nervous,” you said and Kiki nodded. 

“Well, if you’re free one weekend, my friends and I like to go out and get some drinks,” she offered. 

“Thank you, I’ll have to check, but that sounds nice,” you told her. The two of you swapped numbers and you rushed off to work. 

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“Mommy!” Heather exclaimed as she ran towards you. It had been a long time since you’d seen your daughter that happy after getting out of school. You scooped her up and carried her across the crosswalk and to the parking lot. “I was super duper good. Does this mean we can get ice cream?” 

“Ice cream, and since you were super duper good, I’m thinking we can work out a deal to get those rainbow sprinkles.” Heather smiled even brighter and you set her down. “How do you like this new school sweetie?” 

“Good, they’re nice here,” Heather told you. You put Heather’s backpack in the car and then helped her with her seatbelt. The two of you got ice cream and then Heather gave you the flyer for the PTA meeting that was on Thursday. “Is Grandma gonna come watch me when you go?” 

“I’ll see. If she can’t, I’ll find a good babysitter,” you promised your daughter. 

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Thursday came faster than you expected, but Kiki helped you to find someone to watch your kids. It was the daughter of one of the other women going to drinks with you on Saturday. Just so you could kind of vet the woman, Kiki invited you to a lunch with the three of them. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late,” you said as you slid into your seat. “Um, I’m Y/n.” 

“Hi, I’m Amy, and you’re fine,” Amy introduced herself. Next to Amy was Carla, who reminded you of a woman you’d once hooked up with in college. You fell into an easy conversation with Amy, who found your work pretty interesting. You trusted Amy, so you assumed that her daughter was also trustworthy. After school on Thursday, you took Heather over to Amy’s so that she could meet the girl who’d be babysitting her. 

“I swear that she’s normally a lot more shy than she is now,” you said as you watched Heather playing in the yard with Amy’s daughter. “It’s nice to see things going back to how they’d been before.” 

“Before?” Amy asked and you nodded. 

“Heather’s father and I are very different people. He wanted certain things for her like Catholic school and since he paid for it, I let him enroll her. Well, he wanted to run for mayor, but something happened during his campaign and to prove how tolerant he was, he outed me as a lesbian to the community,” you explained. “It wasn’t just the kids who were terrible to Heather, it was the teachers and the parents too. Thatcher wanted her to finish the school year there though and wouldn’t let me unenroll her.” 

“That’s awful,” Amy said as she glanced at your daughter playing outside. “I’m really sorry that the two of you had to go through that.” 

“She’s happy here now, and we haven’t even been here a week. She’s telling me about her friends, and that there’s another little boy with two mommies,” you said with a small smile. “I’m just hoping she doesn’t start asking where her other mommy is.” 

“Is there another mom in her life?” Amy asked and you shook your head. “That’s hard to believe.” 

I guess some people are thrown off by the kid.” 

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A few months went by and you’d gotten pretty close with the other moms, especially Amy. The two of you spent the most time alone together. Whenever you went out drinking with them, you’d always stay over at Amy’s. For awhile, you’d slept on her couch, but then one night, you started sleeping in her bed with her. Heather normally stayed at Amy’s house with Amy’s daughter watching her or at your mother’s if it was a Friday or Saturday night. 

“Ah, just the hot lesbian I was looking for,” Carla said as she got out of her car. Today was one of your days off, so you were going to get something special for Heather. “I think I got you a date.” 

“I’m not looking to date right now, but thanks anyways,” you told Carla. She sighed and boxed you in against the door of your car. “You’re getting a little close.” 

“I can get closer, but I’m not who your date is with. Come on, you obviously like her and she likes you. She’s hot and isn’t all the craze about MILFs these days?” You stifled a laugh at Carla’s question. “Anyways, just go here and enjoy yourself. Oh, and wear that blue shirt that Amy likes with a couple of the buttons undone.” 

“Specific, but okay I guess,” you said and Carla gave your ass a pat before she left you alone. You got a text as you were getting groceries of the time and place of your date. 

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“Y/n?” You froze at the sound of Amy’s voice. For a moment, you were sure you were mistaken, but then you saw her sitting at one of the tall tables near the bar. “I take it that you’re my date tonight. I was told to look for a blue shirt by Kiki.” 

“Carla said to wear the blue shirt, sans a few buttons,” you said as you took a seat. “So, I guess we’re on a date.” 

“It doesn’t have to be a date. I know that your focus isn’t on a relationship right now,” Amy told you. “It’s hard to build new ones when you’ve got kids to worry about.” 

“I mean, you understand, so it should be easier for us, right?” you reasoned. Amy pursed her lips as she mulled over your words before nodding in agreement. “Then I see no reason why we can’t enjoy this date.” 

“Do you even actually like me?” Amy asked you curiously. 

“Of course I do. The question is, do you like me?” you asked and Amy nodded. 

“Pretty sure I’ve made that clear several times.” 

“Hey, I tend to disregard statements made while one is drunk. It’s more fair that way. There’s a not a lot of first date stuff to talk about,” you noted as you searched for a question. 

“We skip the small talk, skip the drinks, and take a walk?” Amy suggested. 

“I’d like that, I swear I saw Carla when I walked in,” you said and Amy slid out of her seat. The two of you joined hands as you walked outside and along the sidewalk. “I love the city. It’s so lively.” 

“Don’t you live nearby?” Amy asked and you nodded. “Maybe we could take a walk there...” 

“It is a one bedroom,” you told Amy. 

“We don’t need a lot of space,” Amy said as she leaned in to peck your lips. You bit your lip and kissed her back. The two of you stood on the sidewalk kissing until you heard whistling coming from one of the bushes. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you said quietly. Amy nodded and let you pull her along towards your apartment. 

Taglist: @storiesofsvu @xixxiixx​

[cherryhanji]

another day

oneshot. han x reader

genre: drama, super duper angsty, a little fluff at the end

words: 1.9k

warning(s): slight mentions of depressing thoughts, lonely reader (yeah, another day by jisung is quite a sad song for me, anyways, stream their latest album, go live!) (i really felt sad when writing this. But I hope u like it!)

Another day full of dejection. You got home early from your work after being scolded by your manager because of messing up in the cashier a while ago. You haven't started anything for your thesis. You just can't find the courage to do it.

Lots of problems keep on rushing to you. There's your landlady who keeps on knocking at your door asking for your two-month payment for your rent. The payment for the next semester. Money isn't only your enemy. But yourself too. You wanted to do a lot of things. But it feels like there's something that's keeping you away from doing it. It got slumped the most when the person you trust the most, left you in the middle of the battle. No words, just left you on the way. Jisung was your savior, your knight in shining armor, the man that keeps you from standing and fighting all the struggles that you face every day. Ever since you two split up, you feel like there's no reason for fighting anymore. There's a time that you just want to end it all. All of the pain, the loneliness that you feel. It almost got the best of you. Pressure from college, expectation from your parents whom you have to prove that you can be independent. Jisung leaving you. Luckily, your friends are still there. But they are also busy since all of you will graduate this year. You can't risk bothering them just to rant about your sulky and shitty day in school and work.

You opened your second hand refrigerator only to find out that you didn't have stocks anymore. Only bottles of water and a pack of instant ramen. You sighed and grabbed your only food for tonight. You decided to open your Spotify playlist to soothe your sullen feelings and to calm your mind.

You silently eat your ramen while scrolling through your phone. You got a notification from your online bank noting that you already received your salary for the past two months. Your face brightened at the thought. The salary is good enough(?) you think about your daily needs and for the rent. It just got delayed for two months because of the cafe's renovation. Lucky you, your salary for tutoring a kid from your neighborhood helped you for the past two months just to buy your food and stocks and some expenses on school.

After eating, you decided to give yourself a warm bath after work. You still don't have classes tomorrow and it's also your rest day from your work. However, after taking a shower, the doorbell rang stopping you from drying your hair. You checked the time, it's almost 10:30 in the evening. Just who the hell will visit you at this hour?

"Wait a minute!" You shouted from your bedroom and went to the door almost stumbling while wearing your slippers.

"Who is I-- Alexa? It's 10:30 already?" Alexa, your cousin, also your childhood friend visited.

"Oh hello to you too, dear. " she jokingly rolled her eyes at you and showed you the paper bags she brought.

"Anyways, I brought you some food and stuff cause I know how broke you are." She chirped showing you some of your favorite foods. You welcomed her inside and closed the door.

"How's my beautiful cousin? Is auntie still not talking to you?" She asked as she slumped on the sofa.

You sighed at her question. "Nothing changed, Lexie, she's still upset at me. And I got scolded by my manager earlier. Argh, it's my fault at all. I'm not with myself, It feels like my soul and sanity left me awhile ago. But something good happened, anyways. I got my salary for the last two months! I'm not broke as fuck. But I have to pay my rent. The noisy landlady keeps on bothering me. Arrgh" you said and drank some yogurt. It's been a while ever since you got to drink this yogurt again.

"Are you okay?" You looked at Alexa shocked with the sudden seriousness. You kept silent for a while before answering.

"To be honest, I'm not. It feels like the whole world already turned its back on me. I really want to do things. But I feel like there's no enough energy and motivation for me to do it."

"Is it because of Jisung?" You froze at the mention of his name. Yes, it is. You still can't move on. It's because you really don't know what happened why he suddenly left you. You should hate him for it. but you just couldn't. You slowly nod at your cousin. You heard your cousin sigh.

"Did you talk to him? You're attending the same university with him, right? Don't tell me he's avoiding you?"

"Yes, we attend the same university. But he's majoring in music, remember? I'm majoring in Psychology. So it means, we are not in the same building. And I bet he's doing all his might to avoid me." You blurted out.

"You're a hopeless case, dear," Alexa said

"I know.." you whispered.

"But, this is just an advice. If you have the courage, try to talk it out with him. You guys don't have the closure you need. Did you block each other's contact?" You shook your head.

"I didn't block his contact. And luckily, he didn't block mine too. It's just that he doesn't answer my calls. Maybe I need to talk to him in person. I just need to wait for the right time." You're determined. You just want to talk to him. Four months? Four months of not talking to him. Maybe you just need to wait a little time to talk to him.

"Yes, that's the spirit. Just remember dear, if you need something, you know you can call your gorgeous cousin." She said and winked at you. You just chuckled at her childishness.

You missed him, a lot. His smiles, his sweet voice, you missed everything about him. Up until now, you still don't know what happened to your relationship.

You wake up with a feeling of calmness after the talk you had with your cousin last night. With nothing left to do today, you decided to buy some groceries.

A calm and delightful night, Jisung playing his guitar and singing for you while you happily listen to his sweet and calm voice. You just love how he sings his heart out, you can feel the emotions as he sings.

Jisung put his guitar at the side and held your hand.

"I love you, y/n. to the moon and back. No one can replace you. We'll never let go of each other, okay? Whatever happens, we'll never leave each other." He said and kissed your hand.

"Thank you for being with me, Sungie. Even though I'm a problematic shit. You're always there for me. And I promise I'll never leave you too. I love you." You said and hugged him. He kissed the top of your head and swayed you as he hums a song.

—————

You grab a cup of coffee at the cafe near the supermarket. You take a look at the people passing by the cafe. Why does it look like they're so happy with their life? Do they have any problems at all? It seems like you're the only one who has a lot of problems. Or maybe you still don't know how to sort it all out?

While still being entertained by the walking people outside, someone cleared their throat. You suddenly turn your head to the person. You're shocked to see the person in front of you. There it goes again, the fast heartbeat, the erratic breathing as if he took your breath away. The feeling of hoping he'll stay with you again.

"J-jisung..." You called the person in front of you, almost a whisper.

"Y/N... It's.. It's good to see you here.. Can I occupy the seat?" You just nod at him. You still can't find the right words on how to answer him.

"Uhm, I shouldn't be asking this, but How are you? " he said and scratched the back of his neck. This is it. It's the right time to talk to him. Fate does its way to help you. But you can't still form any words to say to him.

"Uh, I see. Look, I'm... I'm really sorry. I mean it. I know I deserve all the hate you have for me. But can you let me explain, please.?" You just nod at him. Maybe it's good if you hear his side first.

"First of all, I'm really, really sorry for leaving you without any word. You know I love you. But you know what's my dream right? I really love to sing. So there's this agency that casted me and offered me training to debut as an artist. But the contract says there is a dating ban. I- I don't know what will I do. At first, I'm contemplating. It's hard. I love you, but I also have a dream. But I need to let go of the other to achieve one. And I'm really sorry that I sacrificed you over my dream. I'm really sorry, y/n. you can hate me. You can slap me, anything you want. I know I deserve it for leaving you." He grabbed your hand and lowered his head. You got shocked at his explanation. You're well aware of his dream of being a singer and an artist. He told you ever since he was a child, he dreams of being one. You clearly see his passion for music. That's why you understand his reason.

"But... but why didn't you talk about it with me?" You asked him.

"I'm scared. I don't know why. Maybe the thought of letting you go hurts me. I thought that not letting you know can help me. But it did nothing. I have trouble sleeping at night, knowing that you're hurting, too. I promised you I'll never let you go, but here I am, leaving you clueless as to why I left." You can feel the sadness and hurt in his voice. You really loved this man. You can't find any reason to hate him, to get mad at him. You reached out to him and caressed his fluffy cheeks.

"I understand now, Sungie." He raised his head at the nickname, that nickname you used to call him. Hearing it again makes him giddy.

"I know it's your dream. Your dream came first before me, and I don't have any right to stop you from achieving it. I'm just hurt because you left me with no word. But don't worry, I'll be okay. I love you, you know that. And I'll support you always. Be good. So that you can debut soon. And if that happens, I'll be your number one gorgeous fan." You smiled at him and held his hand. He squeezed it and smiled at you.

"Thank you, for being strong. Y/N. we can still be friends if that's okay with you. You can still love me, And I will love you. " he said. You nod at him. Hearing all the closure you two needed, a big weight just got lifted off your shoulder. Being friends with your ex doesn't hurt, right? You just need to be mature with each other. You just need to accept your fate with him.

[snickletastic]

My Boyfriend's Back {Jason Todd x Reader + Batfam}

warnings~ SEXUAL ASSAULT, uncomfortable situations, seriously don’t read this if you have any problems with sexual assault scenarios!!! cursing, and extreme angst.

summary~ inspired by the song my boyfriend’s back, by the angels, reader is waiting for jason to get back home from a mission, but comes upon some serious problems when a boy begins throwing accusations with her name in them around the school and super duper angsty things follow.

a/n~ im back! hi! at first i must admit i felt really rusty at first when writing this, but i cranked this whole thing out in one sitting because i was having so much fun. i actually love how this came out, and ive had it in mind for some time now. its a bit cliche, but cliches arent always bad. hope you guys like it! :)

54 days of school left until graduation. Then that’s it. You’re finally out of highschool. You rapidly tapped your pencil against your desk while staring at the old wall clock, daydreaming about summer and the beach and finally getting to spend time with Jason again. He graduated last year, leaving you behind to fend for yourself in a school of vile beings. Lucky asshole,  you thought to yourself. You kept your relationship under wraps because of the infamous reputation the big bad Jason Todd had at your school. You both knew people would be scared of you if they knew he was your boyfriend, so you decided to keep it a bit of a secret. It made things more exciting, anyways. As the clock continued to march towards the time the bell, your pencil tapping became faster and faster. That is, until the boy in front of you grabbed the pencil from your hand. 

“Hard to focus when someone is beating up an innocent pencil behind me,” Jacob sarcastically whispered, careful not to catch the attention of the grumpy math teacher. 

“Sorry,” you apologized, “I totally tuned out…but let’s be real. You totally weren’t focusing on the lesson to begin with,” you teased. 

“Well let’s just say it wasn’t the pencil distracting me in the first place,” he said in a low voice, “you’ve been breathing down my neck for the past 20 minutes.”

You blushed, “I-sorry, I-,” you stammered, “I-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jacob interrupted, “sorta turned me on,” he snickered at your facial expression and gently put the pencil back into your hand, then turned back around in his seat.

Absolutely baffled by the interaction you just had, you sat there dumbfounded for a full minute. Your intentions were definitely not to flirt with him, you really just breathe from your mouth sometimes. You scratched your head and cringed at the thought of Jacob possibly liking you. He wasn’t bad looking at all; maybe he was even sort of cute. But you certainly did not need a boytoy, because your boyfriend probably wouldn’t approve. Only 3 more days until he returns from that damn mission. You shook your head to yourself and sunk into your seat. Should I tap his shoulder and tell him straight up that I’m not interested? you thought to yourself. Deciding it was best to do it in order to avoid any more awkward encounters, you went to gently tap his shoulder and assure him you had a boyfriend. But before you could, the bell rang and everyone stood up and funneled out of the classroom. 

Jacob stood up from his seat and picked up the books on your desk, “I’ll carry your books to your car, m’lady.”

You awkwardly smiled at his pure intentions, “Um-thanks.”

He followed you out to the school parking lot, and the two of you searched for a black BMW. Alfred decided to take it upon himself to drive you to and from school way back in freshman year, but he had never been late before. You worried for a brief moment before checking your phone to see a text message from the man himself.

I’m very sorry, Miss. Y/N, but I will not be able to pick you up from school today. Master Bruce has requested that I help with the surveillance of the most recent mission. You can call for a taxi, and once you get home I will repay you the money. 

Alfred always types out the longest of text messages, and you laughed whenever he sent a paragraph to you about where the car is parked or asking what you would like from the grocery store. 

“So….no ride coming?” Jacob awkwardly bounced up and down on his heels.

“No, I guess not,” you smiled. Before you could tell him that you would call a taxi, he spoke quickly.

“Great! I’ll give you a ride home, then.” 

“You really don’t need to,” you tried to decline his offer, preferring a taxi or Uber rather than an extremely awkward ride home with the teenage boy.

“Nope. I do. Come on,” he carried your books to a silver car and put them in the backseat. He gently removed the backpack from your shoulder and put it next to the books. Then, he opened the passenger door to allow you to get inside. He was being awful chivalrous, which was kind, but it still made you uncomfortable. You almost felt as if you were leading him on, but then decided to speak your mind after he drove you home. It would definitely avoid a tense car ride.

Jacob pulled up to the Wayne Manor, then put the car in park. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, clearly hesitating to ask you something. 

You didn’t want to wait around to hear what it was. “Listen, Jaco-”

Before you could talk, he smashed his lips against yours and put his hand around the back of your hair. You attempted to pull away, but he pushed your head closer to his. Finally you pushed him off of you, furious at what he had done.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You yelled at him.

He blinked a few times, confused, “What?”

“What?! You practically attacked me! I don’t even know you! I have a boyfriend!” You threw your arms in the air, bewildered and upset.

��Oh come on, we both know that I’m way better than whoever your boyfriend is,” he snarled, “I know you want it.”

You scoffed at him then opened the door to get out, but he grabbed your arm, “Wait-” he tried to stop you, but you broke out of his grip. You slammed the door and angrily marched towards the steps of the manor. 

“Your backpack!” he yelled from the window.

“Forget about it! Fuck you!” you didn’t bother to turn around and continued to walk towards the manor.

He turned his car into the driveway and threw your books and book bag out of the window, and into a puddle of water from the rainstorm the day before. You turned to see your stuff soaked in dirty water, and your math papers destroyed. Holding back tears, you turned away and walked into the front doors, slamming them behind you. 

This caused Tim to turn around from the TV and look at you. He had stayed home sick from school, and elected to watch HGTV shows instead. Springing up to his feet and dropping his blanket, he hurriedly walked towards you to ask what had happened. It would be a bad idea to tell anyone in this family, because even though Jacob was a cunt, you didn’t want to see him get beaten to a pulp. So you ignored Tim’s questions and sulked up the stairs with him following closely behind you. “Y/N-” he whispered sadly, as you slammed the door to your bedroom behind you.

The next morning, the sun shined brightly in your eyes, causing you to groan and pull the pillow over your head. You felt the pillow being pulled from your face, and saw Tims face, staring back down at you. “Y/N. Look, I understand if you don’t want to talk about whatever happened, but could you at least tell me who threw your backpack into the mud?” 

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, looking at your adoptive brother. With a gentle pat on his shoulder, you assured him, “Don’t worry about it. Really,” you made your best attempt to change the subject, “Are you feeling better?”

Tim noticed you dodging the question, but felt defeated. “Yeah. I’m definitely going to school today,” he said, eyeing you.

You could hear that his nose was still stuffy and noticed how red his eyes looked, but you knew it would be useless to argue with him. The two of you got dressed and ate breakfast, and Alfred then drove you both to school. He offered you back the taxi money, but you gently shook your head, “No thank you.”

Tim was noticeably walking way too close, and constantly checking your facial expression to ensure that you were alright. You appreciated how much he cared, but were starting to get a little annoyed. As the two of you walked through the halls, you noticed how everyone was turning their heads to look at you. Two of the cheerleaders even stopped their conversation, to look you up and down. At first you thought nothing of it, until a random boy came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You flailed for a moment, being lifted by a boy twice your size, and let out a screech. 

“Me next! Me next!” the guy shouted, “Show Ricky what a bad girl you are! Are you as good at giving head as they say you are?”

Before you could elbow him in the face, Tim knocked the guy down and punched him in the face. You landed on the floor, sobbing as the entire school laughed at you. Once you looked up, past Tim pummeling the the asshole, past the cheerleaders, and past the security guards pushing through the crowds, you met eyes with Jacob, with a wide grin on his face. You knew what he did. And you knew what you needed to do.

It took 3 security guards, 4 of the biggest teachers, and 2 janitors to pull Tim off of the boy who grabbed his sister. Even when they all held him down at once, he was still giving them a run for their money. Eventually you both went to the office, then got sent home immediately. Bruce picked you up this time, and he was not as warm as Alfred would have been on the ride home. You and Tim sat in the backseat, sulking. Every once in awhile, you’d silently reach over and massage Tim’s knuckles, because you knew how sore they had to have been. 

When you all got back to the manor, Tim immediately went down to the batcave to get his hands bandaged by Alfred. Bruce sat in the massive living chair by the fireplace, seemingly distracted by how he’s meant to react to his daughter getting attacked and how quickly Tim lost his temper. The house really was silent.

You snuck up to your room, and dialed your boyfriend. You knew you weren’t meant to call him on missions, because you always distracted him too much. But before the first ring could even finish, he answered the phone call. 

“Hey princess,” his deep voice soothed your emotions.

“…hi,” You fought to hold back tears. You missed him so much.

“What’s wrong?!” His tone changed within seconds and you could almost hear his heart rate going up.

“Nothing….I just,” you started to cry, “I really really miss you, Jay.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, “Only two days,” he reassured you, “then I’ll be back. And you know what? We can watch your favourite movie and eat your favourite snacks- I’ll bring you back some candy from this place.”

“What place?”

“You know I’m not allowed to tell you until I’m home,” he sighed, “but maybe I’ll take you out to eat at that Italian restaurant you love so much…Alfonso’s?”

You smiled through your tears and played with the hem of your shorts, “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jason’s end of the call was quiet again, but he finally spoke, “Something else is wrong, baby.”

You stayed silent.

“What happened? You know you can tell me anything.” You heard his voice tense up, “Did someone hurt you?”

“Not exactly.”

“What do you mean by that?” He suddenly got worried.

“Jason I promise I would never ever cheat on you. You know that. This guy at school told everyone I had sex with him. Tim and I were walking in the hall-and-and- this guy- he just grabbed me…I-he,” your voice trailed off as you began to cry again.

Jason stayed quiet, but you could hear his heavy breathing.

“Please say something. Oh, Jay…please talk to me,” you begged through your tears.

“I’m coming home right now.” Then he ended the phone call. You threw your phone across the room and began to sob. He sounded so angry, but you couldn’t tell if it was towards you or the boy. Bruce barged into your room, his eyes wide in panic. You looked up at him, but then quickly away, ashamed.

He swiftly sat next to you on your bed and wrapped his arms around you as you cried gently into his shirt.

You heard a loud banging, waking you up. You sat up to look at your alarm clock; 2:46 a.m. The rain was pounding against the glass window, so you just assumed the storm was causing the loud noises. Again, you heard a loud bang, but then a booming voice coming from downstairs. You hastily grabbed an old baseball bat that Dick once gave you for moments exactly like this one, and you ran to see what was happening.

Instead of being met by a criminal, Jason was standing in the middle of the entrance room, drenched in rain. Water was dripping from his hair onto the marble floor. Alfred stood next to him in a robe, trying to calm him down. Bruce and Jason were arguing, loud enough to wake people up on the other side of Gotham. When you stepped down the stairs, they all stopped to look at you. Jason dropped his duffle bag on the floor and opened his arms to you. Swiftly, you ran down the stairs and leaped into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his cologne. He lifted you from the floor and squeezed you, unaware of his own strength. You didn’t dare complain; though. You longed for this hug for two months, now. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Jason put you down and held your face, staring deeply into your eyes. “Princess, I need you to tell me exactly who this boy is, okay? Do you know where he is?” He spoke so gently, so sweetly, about something so terrible that he was about to do.

Bruce intervened by putting his arm between the two of you, “No, Jason,” he scolded.

Jason’s soft demeanor vanished and he became hostile, “Look what he fucking did to her! The fact that you have done nothing but sat on your ass since this happened doesn’t fucking surprise me,” he spat.

Bruce remained calm but you could see that the words bothered him, “You can’t go around killing teenagers, Jason.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, “Joker did.”

Bruce’s eyes grew, then he shut them tightly, shaking his head. “Alright. As long as you don’t kill him,” Bruce demanded.

Jason hesitated, before nodding. Then he looked back at you, and his face was filled with a terribly sad emotion. Not anger. Not frustration. It was guilt. 

He planted a kiss on your forehead, then took your chin into his hand, gently pushing it upwards to look at him, “I’ll be right back.” He then took a chocolate bar out of the pocket of his jacket and put it in your hand. Before you could say anything, he was walking out of the door and into the storm.

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[danganronpasenariosuwu]

Some Danganronpa babes confessing to their long-time crushes

Holy shit, I've been very inactive! I'm super-duper sorry! I've been very, very busy, and now that summer is finally here I'll be more active, yay! So, as an apology, I'm going to post my second scenario, and I hope that at least one person actually reads through it! Hopefully, the Danganronpa community isn't dead yet!

Makoto Naegi-

♣Although he had planned for this for weeks, he was still anxiety-filled.

♣This could go two ways, assuming his luck didn't play into it as well. A simple yes or no, it wouldn't hurt him too much, right?

♣Wrong. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you said no, nor if you said yes.

♣He wanted to do it the classic way- confessing to you after school behind a cherry-tree. It had worked for all of those anime characters, why not him?

♣He was observing the tree when you arrived, so his back was to you. He turned around-

♣He tripped, abort mission

♣After a bit of laughing, you helped him back up, and asked him why he wanted to talk, although you thought you knew already.

♣After a bit of stuttering, he managed to get it out.

♣”Y/N, you've been one of my best friends for a long time. No matter what my luck manages to do, you're always there with me to help me up, quite literally! I've liked you for such a long time, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out?” He said, in a very fast pace. You could barely understand him.

♣Whether or not you said yes was up to you, but he hoped that his luck would finally work it's magic.

Byakuya Togami-

♕Honestly, he wasn't too concerned. He figured that his money could help buy you over, since his wealth was clearly one of his best attributes.

♕But, he was too aloof to just ask you in person. And, since he clearly couldn't write his feelings for himself, he asked for help.

♕Specifically, he asked Naegi for help, which in retrospect wasn't the best choice for him.

♕After successfully obtaining the note from Naegi, he sealed it up and signed his name on it.

♕The next day at school, just before class started, he slipped it into your locker, which was convieniently close to his.

♕During class, he was a bit quieter than usual, not bothering to shoo Touko, as his mind was completely focused on you, and how you'd respond.

♕Of course, he hoped you would accept, but he did also realize that he could easily replace you if you said no, though it would pain him a bit.

♕After class was over, you went to your locker to grab your books. A letter fell out.

♕You opened it, and read it through.

♕It read- ‘Dear Y/N. My heart has found its way to you with all my love. I want you and no one else because you mean everything to me. I think we should try and make this work. I hope you know you're the one and only one that I want. You're the perfect friend, and I hope we can and will grow to be more. I could never ask for better than what we already have. I hope you're feeling the same way because my heart is set on you and only you.’

♕You already knew it wasn't in his own words, but you were touched nonetheless. It took you awhile to think about it, but you soon had your answer.

Kyouko Kirigiri-

♢You two had been close for a while, and you had managed to be one of the few lucky people to get to know her.

♢She adored everything about you for quite a while, though it never showed. ♢Since she had recently found out that you both enjoyed the same book series, she figured she could confess through that. ♢You were on the second book, almost done and ready to go onto the third. ♢She had checked it out before you, though, and paid the librarian for the damages she would cause, although small.

♢She flipped through the pages until she found the last one, in which the main character confessed to the love-interest. She underlined the words the character had said, and opened to an empty page which was right after the end. She grabbed a purple ballpoint pen. ♢’Y/N, I’d greatly enjoy it if the two of us could be as close as protagonists in this book. I'm hoping you already know who I am, so you can come and speak with me.’ ♢She closed the book and went back to return it. ♢A few days later, you went to go check out that exact book, and in a week you managed to finish it.

♢However, what caught your attention was the bold underline on the confession. You flipped to the last page and read the note, which was addressed to you, surprisingly.

♢Knowing fully well who it was, you decided to go confront it about her, your answer completely clear to you now.

Hajime Hinata-

☞He was a bit afraid to tell you how he felt. What if you didn't like him back because he was too plain? What if he messed up? ☞So, he asked Chiaki to help him, and she delivered, like any good friend would. ☞After a while of her rambling about a hard dating sim she had heard about, she tried giving him advice. ☞”Well, in dating sims they usually ask them out on a date to their favorite place. Do you know Y/N’s favorite place?”

☞”Their house?” He asked. As if that was a good place to go on a first date. ☞”No, like a restaurant or something.” Chiaki sighed, already getting too tired to deal with this love-retarded boy. ☞”I mean, they like to go to that one park with all the cherry blossom trees..” He thought. ☞After talking to Chiaki for a while, he agreed on asking you out to said park. ☞So, after school one day, he pulled you aside. You looked confused. Your best friend, Mahiru, was waiting for you, since you always walked home together. ☞”Hey, Y/N, I like you a lot, and I was wondering if you'd like to go to the park with me tomorrow?” He silently prayed you said yes. ☞Though it was short, your heart warmed a bit after hearing the confession. You had to give him your decision quick, or Mahiru would get angry, so you thought for a second and spoke.

Nagito Komaeda-

♧He knew you'd say no, it's just that some kids from his class had been pressuring him into telling you. ♧He liked you a lot, and hoped you could be more, but he knew it wouldn't happen because who would love trash like him? ♧Nekomaru had given him a pep talk before he went to tell you, hilariously enough. It mainly consisted of him making Komaeda yell his (and your) name. It embarrassed him even further, his face already tinted red. ♧So, after class one day, he tapped your shoulder in an attempt to get your attention. ♧However, his luck had decided to strike, and once you turned around someone pushed you into his chest, officially making the both of you red faced.

♧He pulled back quickly, and apologized profusely. ♧”Bro, it's okay, it wasn't your fault anyways.” You giggled.

♧”Anyways, there's something I'd like to tell you.” he began, nervously fiddling with his thumbs.

♧”Y/N, I've found myself liking you with a passion that friends shouldn’t have. I know you'll say no, since it's impossible for someone to like trash, but I'd like to ask if you want to go out?” ♧You didn't hesitate to respond, since you've already been thinking about how you'd respond to something like this, and because your second class was about to start. Hopefully you don't put this boy into despair.

Chiaki Nanami-

(Some clarification in this- You're the ultimate game designer in Chiaki’s scenarios) 🎮Sure, Chiaki was good at video games. But there's one genre that's hard for her.

🎮Dating sims. And, because of this, she wasn't too sure about how well she’d be able to confess.

🎮Taking it upon herself to study a bit more, she downloaded a dating sim labeled as ‘Mildly easy’.

🎮After a day or two of attempting to beat it, she stumbled upon a character that eerily resembled you. It's name was (Your name but with some letters swapped). She decided that she had to go that route, since she figured it would help her confess.

🎮It took her about fourteen hours to finish, but the confession at the end made it all worthwhile..

🎮It read, ‘(Your name but with some letters swapped), Ever since I met you I've been endeared to you. From your looks to your personality, I like it all. You're all that I want, and I hope you feel that way too?’ 🎮And, from the way the character responded, Chiaki supposed that the exact same confession should work for you.

🎮So, Chiaki decided to tell you immediately at school tomorrow.

🎮You were walking through the halls until Chiaki walked up to you, looking determined as ever. 🎮She recited the confession, using your name instead of the character’s, and your response was a short, simple giggle. 🎮”Nanami, did you find my dating sim? I knew you'd play it someday!” You smiled, although the girl in front of you was very, very confused. 🎮After having a short laugh, you gave Chiaki your answer, either letting her down immensely or making her day even better.

Shuichi Saihara-

🔎He may or may not have cried while thinking about how you'd respond.

🔎He was obviously too shy to tell you in person, even after Kaede’s inspiring pep-talk. 🔎So, he wrote a letter that conveyed all of his emotions, though it might be a bit long.

🔎It read, ‘Dear Y/N. Every word you confide in me, every wonderful and terrible moment you share with me, melts me inside.

You let yourself be vulnerable with me and trust me beyond my comprehension. I never imagined I would truly find another who I would want to spend so much time with, who could truly touch my life the way you have, even without trying. I look forward to many more special moments together. When I see you, I see my future. This is not just talk. It truly comes from the heart. I am consumed by the desire to be with you, to talk to you and to feel you near me. I want to hold you, talk to you, laugh with you, cry with you. I want to play, walk, dance and just be one with you. I think you could become my everything. I know I want to be everything to you. I love you, Y/N L/N.’ And he signed it at the bottom. 🔎But, last second, he chickened out, leading to Kokichi stealing the letter, reading it and laughing. And Shuichi’s ego deflated even more, if possible. 🔎Kokichi ran up to your locker and put it in for the other boy. 🔎Y’see, Kokichi was a hardcore shipper of you two, and wanted to help- 🔎And so, after class you opened your locker and read it. It made your heartbeat pick up its pace, and your face turn red. 🔎You confronted Shuichi immediately. 🔎If you say yes, he’ll probably cry. If you say no, he’ll probably cry AND become depressed. Good luck. Kokichi Ouma- ♖He isn’t nervous at all. He was SURE you'd like him back. ♖But that's a lie, of course. He was scared. There's a small chance of you liking an asshole like him, so he only had a small amount of certainty. ♖He's not necessarily shy, so he decided to do it in person, since that's the most head-on way to do it. ♖So, like most of the others, he chose to tell you after class. ♖You were walking out of class when you were caught off-guard by him jumping on you. ♖And you fell over, as a result, and you ended up in a weird position in which he was straddling you, and his hands were on your stomach. ♖At this point, there's absolutely NO going back. So, in a state of rushed panic, he suddenly yells out- ♖”Y/N, I LIKE YOU A LOT” ♖And now you're both blushing a deep red. ♖Before you could answer, he gets up and runs away, which surprised you immensely. ♖Now you need to go find a flustered boy and tell him if you like him or not. Good luck with that, and don't die. Kaede Akamatsu- ♬She was DETERMINED. ♬Nothing could stop her now. She was literally on her way to your house right now to go and confess to you. ♬At 2 AM. ♬On a Sunday. ♬But she didn't even care. True love was worth it, right? ♬So, when she burst through your window, effectively breaking the glass and ripping the curtains, you were surprised, to say the least. ♬”Kaede what the FUCK are you doing in my house at 2 AM?” ♬”Y/N I’M HERE TO PROCLAIM MY LOVE FOR YOU” ♬On comes a long, and passion-filled confession. It was so early that you weren't thinking when you responded. You either made a decision that would literally keep you bound to her for life, or make her day horrible and make her gross sob to Shuichi. It all depends on how your dreary form at 2 AM responded.

[rafaelsonny]

akdkskd could you do a fic with Trans!Sonny and Barba finding out, and Sonny ends up super scared and has a panic attack, but Barba is super duper supportive and loves him so much anyway? :D

you got it homie. thanks for the request!! It took awhile cuz i consulted with like 2 other transmasc people kdjdjdj but i also just went basic so I hope you like !!!

Summary: Sonny goes back to the station after he is assaulted while undercover at the homeless shelter. He needs to change and does so in the locker room, Barba walks in on him changing and yeah I said basic lol. 

Sonny’s entire body ached. The people who hit him with a bat had really fucked him up. His ribs were sore, and binder felt just a little too tight. He had an emergency sports bra in his locker, but he really needed to get back to the homeless shelter.

He let out a hiss as he pulled the oversized hoodie off. His bruised back and sides making it difficult to lift his arms. The binder was going to be awful to get off since it was much tighter than the hoodie, but he needed to get it off.

Standing in the middle of the locker room, he felt the cool air hit his skin providing some relief to his aching body. He took a moment to just stand there in the cool room, sinking down onto a bench and just allowing himself to rest and breathe.

He was so wrapped in his relaxation he didn’t hear the faint knock, (who knocks it’s a communal locker room) and the door swing open.

“Detective, I’m sorry to interrupt but I was hoping to catch you before–” Sonny instantly swiveled his head, eyes widening as much as they could, hands instinctively reaching for his hoodie and pulling it to cover his binder. Sonny knew Barba had seen, and knew the man wasn’t stupid.

Barba froze in his spot, taking a step back, reading the situation and Sonny’s expression of fear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were changing. I shouldn’t have come in so suddenly. Come find me afterwards when you’re ready.” the professionalism slipping on so easily.

“Sure thing, Counselor.” he forced the words out in hopes of having him leave quickly. The lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. There’s no way Barba didn’t know now.

The worst thing is that he liked Barba. He was going to tell him, eventually, maybe, probably never. What if it ruined things between them? What if Barba looked at him differently? What if he treated him differently?

The thoughts ate at Sonny so much he forgot to swap out his chest binder and just putting on his hoodie as quickly as possible. His heart pounding against his chest as he was counting his breaths knowing he was close to a panic attack.

It took him a few minutes to calm himself down. Barba wouldn’t tell anyone would he?

He had forgotten Barba still wanted to talk to him. His hands clammed up. He would just need to get it over with. The tone of the conversation would be set by the earlier interaction he just knew it.  

Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself for the impending conversation. He fixed up his hair a bit and straight himself out, pulling at the front of his hoodie to make sure no lumps or bumps could be seen, a thing he does subconsciously now.

Opening the door, he sees Barba standing a few feet away on his phone texting or answering an email. His mouth goes dry and Barba’s beautiful eyes flick up at him. He gives him a polite smile. Oh God, why is being so nice, he pities him. He feels bad for him.

“Good, you’re here, I wanted to talk to you.” Barba starts off, as if nothing happened.

“About what?” he tried to hide the shakiness in his voice.

Barba seems to notice his anxiety. “Would you like to talk about this in private?” he asks. Sonny nods. Barba leads them to the room they use when talking to children. Sonny has no clue what it is he wants to speak to him about. There’s no banter on the way there. No quick quips and Sonny feels the disappointment ebbing away at him.

They get there an Sonny can’t handle it.

“Counselor.” Sonny starts. Barba looks at him, “about earlier.”

Barba nods, “Yes, I apologize for walking in on you, I did knock but I suppose you didn’t hear me. However, I should have waited for a response. You have a right to your privacy.”

Sonny doesn’t know why he’s so polite all of a sudden.

“I don’t want you treatin’ me any differently now that you know. I’m still the same Sonny. You don’t have to be walkin’ on eggshells now.”

Barba looked confused, “I’m not treating with my endearing sarcasm because you’ve just been physically assaulted at a homeless shelter. I’m treating you how I would treat anyone I’m defending, with some care and tact. I want to know if you wanted to press charges.”

Sonny was taken for a loop. Relieved that Barba was treating him with the kid gloves because of the assault and not because of who he is.

“I see no other reason to treat you different. Don’t worry, this special treatment isn’t permanent, you’ll go back to being harshly criticized when you’re back from undercover.” he gives him a reassuring smirk.

Sonny blinks in surprise because this is not how he thought this conversation would go. This is not the reason he thought he’d potentially be treated differently by someone he respected and admired.  

“I appreciate that.” Sonny replied; his voice laced with gratitude. “But nah, I don’t wanna press charges.”

“If that’s what you want.” Barba nods, his face softens and looks around before stepping closer and saying, “Please, try and be careful. I know a lot of the time it’s out of your control but…”

Sonny felt his heart beating faster for a different reason this time.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs and begins to leave and stops at the doorway turns his head to say, “If you ever want to talk, stop by my office. I will say, you’re not the only one.”

It took a moment for Sonny to realize what he was talking about and his eyes widened and before he could say anything Barba was gone. A whirlwind in his life. Sonny was left alone in the room absolutely smitten.

[marrymemarley]

Almost I Do- Ryley

Who: @megaxstud-lynn & @marrymemarley Where: Marley’s Hotel Room When: February 1st 2019 Notes: Ryley cuddles the night before they get married

Ryder: Ryder knew how important it was to practice these traditions for his big sister but he got a text from her that said she’d turn a blind eye if he wanted to see Marley tonight. He left the bar his work friends dragged him to, because they felt he needed to celebrate his last night as a single man, and Ryder took an Uber to the hotel. He saw Marleys text earlier but didn’t have a chance to respond or write to Chloe’s, who said in one of her many texts that he should go and give Marley some “loving”. He had to laugh at that and as he went up the elevator he wrote Marls letting her know he was in the lobby. He didn’t want to just drop by completely unannounced.

Marley: Marley got the text and bit her lip as she grabbed her wedding dress bag and shoved it into the closet before running to the bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair quickly.   Chloe had made her swear she wouldn't see Ryder but Chloe had left to meet up with Max and Marley couldn't stand the idea of going the night without seeing Ryder. She looked at her reflection in the mirror sighing as she realized she looked like she had had a rough night. She splashed some water on her face and gave herself a quick pep talk before texting him to come up, opening the door when she heard the elevator ding, waiting in the doorway in her sleep shorts and tank top.

Ryder: The first thing Ryder saw when the elevator opened was Marley and one of those comically large grins spread wide on his face. “If you give me a few minutes I’ll be in my boxers and we’ll get in bed.” He said as he scooped her up in his arms and spun her around before kissing her lips. “Sorry I didn’t text back. The guys at work threw me a mini bachelor party but I bailed because it wasn’t what I wanted to do.”

Marley: Marley laughed and kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his neck.  When he put her back down she smiled up at him, already feeling better about everything.  "That's okay Ry...You're a busy kind of guy.  I'm glad they wanted to take you out, but I'm sorry you weren't having fun" she said with a frown before she took his hand and lead him into the suite.

Ryder: “I don’t see why people need those last nights to get smashed and see strippers. If you need that before you get married then are you even ready to get married? But, hey. That’s just the way I think.” He went into the suite and walked straight to the bed where he started to undress. “Chloe mentioned you two had a girls night.” His shirt was off now and he went to get his shoes taken care of.

Marley:  Marley watched him get comfortable and she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too largely.  She looked down at her feet, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.  "I'm glad you think that way...I do too" she said before looking up at him again.  "Yea it was nice...we got our nails done" she said putting her hand up, his class ring gleaming in the light.

Ryder: Ryder pushed his shoes to the side and went to Marley’s hand, taking hold of it. “They look nice,” he said as he kissed her knuckles. He lowered her hand and moved the ring back and forth on her finger. “Do you plan to keep this ring after tomorrow?” He then added, “You can if you want. It’s your ring.”

Marley: Marley smiled as she felt his lips on her knuckles, her free hand going to brush through his hair. "Do you want it back?" she asked biting her lip as she looked at him.

Ryder: “Nope. This is your ring now.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged her to get closer. “Maybe you’ll be happier with this ring than the one I got you.” Ryder joked and kissed her lips. “I’m going to stay the night but I have to leave early.”

Marley: "You got me another ring?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers running through his hair as she leaned down to kiss him. "Don't leave early" she said with a pout against his lips.  "Stay with me"

Ryder: “Of course I did. I want you to have a nice ring that fits and looks pretty. It took me a couple weeks to find one that made me think of you when I finally found it.” Ryder kept looking up at her as he sat on the bed and laid his hands on her waist. “I’ve got to Marls. But after tonight we’ll get to sleep in and be together in bed for as long as we want.”

Marley: Marley smiled softly and shook her head slightly.  "You're the silliest thing" she said with a grin.  She ran her fingers down to his neck, rubbing his skin softly.  "I know you have to...but it'll suck when you go...But at least as this is the last time you get to leave me" she said with a laugh

Ryder: He liked the sound of her laugh and Ryder pulled her to sit on his lap. “Don’t think of it as leaving but as a type of intermission or something before we see each other again all dressed up and saying our vows and us finally getting married. Because this has been the longest month and I can’t wait to have you as my wife.”

Marley: Marley snuggled into his lap, laying her head on his shoulder as they sat there.  "I think you're going to look super duper handsome in your  tux..." she murmured, placing a small kiss to his neck.  "This has been the longest month of forever...But at least you're the prize for making it through"

Ryder: “You don’t have to say that. I know how much you love me and want us but it’s not that I’m the prize. What helped us get through this is knowing we’ll be together. Together in every sense. We’ll have our house and our future. Me cheer you on with your album and us having a family eventually.”

Marley: Marley felt her lips slowly curl into a smile as he spoke.  "I don't have to say that...I just mean it...but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable" She said, pushing her hair back from her face, looking down at her lap.

Ryder: “How would you make me feel uncomfortable?” His hands went to one hip and he threaded his fingers and kept them there.

Marley: "I don't know" she said with a sigh, shaking her head.  "I'm probably just over thinking everything or something...Are you ready for tomorrow?"

Ryder: He nodded, eyeing her for awhile and then pulled her closer to him, as close as she could go. "What are you thinking about?" He knew she had a tendency to let her thoughts get the best of her; something he picked up over the years that he's known her. "I'm nervous but mostly because I have to look nice and talk to a bunch of people who are there for us. But the actual marrying you part? I'm ready. I've been ready."

Marley: Marley nuzzled her face into his neck, taking in his scent and warmth as she did.  "Just thinking about how amazing being married to you is going to be" she murmured against his skin.  "You look nice everyday Ry, and everyone who is there is there because they love you and want to to be there for you...I'm happy though...that you're ready to marry me" she admitted, her cheeks going red.

Ryder: "There is a lot of mention of me in there but what about you? People are there because they love you too, Marls. They want to be there to celebrate with you. With both of us."

Marley: "Yea...That's what I meant"

Ryder: His hand went to her cheek and he skimmed it with the sides of his fingers as he looked into her eyes. What he wouldn't give to just have a glimpse at her thoughts, just to see what she was thinking. Ryder leaned in and kissed her lips, slowly shifting his hand to cup her cheek as he smiled into their kiss. "Lets get in bed."

Marley: Marley kissed him back happily sighing against his lips as he suggested getting into bed. She nodded and stood up, stretching her arms over her head before going to turn the bed down for them.

Ryder: Ryder turned and watched as the sheets were brought down and he stood at last and went around to the spot he slept on the last time he was here, helping her out. He sat down and pulled his undershirt off and set it on the floor on top of his jeans before he dropped on the cool sheets and waited for her to join him.

Marley: Marley went into the bathroom for a minute before coming out as she pulled her hair into a messy bun before sitting on her side of the bed.  She grabbed some lotion to put on her hands before she slid under the covers and lay on her back, looking over at him.

Ryder: He rolled to his back and slipped an arm underneath the pillow and looked at her while she was in the bathroom, still on his back when she came back to the bed and put on that lotion that he liked the smell of. As soon as she was next to him Ryder rolled to his side and moved an arm around her body and hugged her to his chest. "You smell good..." he murmured as his lips kissed hers again.

Marley: She rolled over to face him kissing him back.  "Oh thank you..." she said with a small smile.  She kissed him again, her hands going to rest against his chest

Ryder: His nose bumped against hers and Ryder closed his eyes and kissed her softly. "You're welcome." his fingers played with the hem of her shirt and he breathed in that scent he liked. "Are you nervous about tomorrow night?"

Marley: "Tomorrow night?" she asked letting her nose rub against his in a small Eskimo kiss

Ryder: "Yeah. After the wedding when it's just us again. Like how it is now but when we finally make love." It was something he wanted to do with her for awhile but he didn't want her to not have that white wedding she mentioned. The symbolism meant a lot to her and he respected that.

Marley: Marley blushed and bit her lip. “I’m ready to be with you Ry...I’m ready to be yours”

Ryder: He couldn't see her blush but he could tell the difference in the way she sounded. "I'm ready, too. I wouldn't mind giving you something tonight to help you go to sleep with a smile but I know we should be messing around right now. I'm not even supposed to be here."

Marley: “Says who?”she asked snuggling closer to him, afraid he’d leave. “I’m glad you’re here. This is where you belong. With me”

Ryder: "I know. And if we didn't have to get up and do stuff tomorrow, then I would just make it an us day in bed. But we have these pesky plans in the way. You know, the type of plans that have us tying the knot." His lips pressed against the corner of her mouth and he dropped his cheek onto the pillow, sighing happily.

Marley: Marley kissed him softly before sighing as well. “Just think once we do that though...that’s it. I’m yours for as long as you want me then”

Ryder: "As as long as I want you is until one of us drops dead but I don't want to think about that. That's depressing and sad and we've got a lot of years of good health and happiness and awesome memories ahead of us." Ryder kissed her lips again and again, getting drowsy from the long day. "What time is your alarm set for?"

Marley: Marley nodded and snuggled closer to him. “I’m glad that we have all this tome to go” she looked over at her phone. “9...”

[sammy-moo]

Senior Year

Characters: Sam x Reader, OFCs

Words: 1,747

Warnings: Slight fluff, underage drinking

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Seasons of Love - Colors of Fall Challenge. My prompt was new school year. This was also inspired by this song 

The sun filtering through the blinds in the window, casting it’s light across the desks in the room. It made the room you were sitting in much more cozier than you’d like, and some already took the chance to fall asleep while the teacher read through the handbook. It happened every year on the first day, and when the second class usually rolled around everyone was tired of it. Of course, hearing it for the fourth year in a row you swore up and down teachers cared less and less about it.

But tuning out the teacher’s bored tone was more than easy. Instead you let the sound of the clock ticking and the soft snores from the resting students fill your ears; leaving your mind wandering, daydreaming about after school or even after graduation melted away. Instead, your mind was clouded with the thoughts of the new guy sitting a few desks adjacent of you. He was in clear view as the few students between were sleeping, or ducked down doodling to pass the time.

You already glanced him over a few times, but this time you picked up more than before. It was evident in his hazel eyes just how bored he truly was; yet they glowed in the sun. The hazel seemed to shift to a golden hue, the shades flickering like fire as they sat in their place surrounded by the dark circles. His tousled, chestnut locks shone and hid away parts of his face. He shifted slightly at his desk before turning to glance at the clock on the wall just beyond you.

That’s when his hazel eyes met your’s.

Confusion danced across his face as his eyes quickly darted up to the wall. The teacher’s voice began to slowly come to an end, informing everyone they had a few minutes to talk before the bell rang. Those that weren’t napping took their chances to talk to their friends if they had any, while some even took the chance to talk to the new kid.

You didn’t have any friends in the class really so you decided to eavesdrop, listening to them talking with Sam. He was hesitant in the way he spoke, taking the time to think before he spoke. He was smart and very distant, which made you all more curious.

Sam shifted a bit in his seat as they began asking questions, trying to get a glimpse into his life and why he moved here. It was often a topic Sam avoided, and tried to change quickly. It felt weird having all this sort of attention on him. It hadn’t been like this in awhile because he was usually the freak or the new kid no one was interested in. Sam glanced to the clock again, noticing one of the girls glancing again. Out of all the things in the room that had made him uneasy that had to take first place. Everyone was so interested in dating him or befriending him, and he was definitely chalking it up to the fact it was a small town. It luckily had a Wal-Mart and a motel for him and Dean to reside in for the next few weeks.

When the bell rang, students emerged from their seats to head to their next class which left Sam forgotten. He was grateful of course, but you managed to escape the room at the same time as he did.

The two of you bumped into each other a bit, leaving you blushing and stumbling over your words trying to form an apology. With Sam being Sam, this made him an awkward moose.

“Sorry about that.”

“No,” you said faster than you imagined. Your eyes widened and you quickly looked away at the passing students and back to him, “It was my fault. I should’ve let you go first. I uh…. See you around Sam!”

Sam’s brows furrowed as he watched you hurry off, racking his brain for what your name was as he went to his next class.

It wasn’t until Sam saw you at the gas station that he remembered your name.

You just finished spending the time at the park with some friends, and walked into the gas station to get some snacks. The three of you had decided to drink in the basement and have a small, first day party. It was a tradition the three of you came up with back in ninth grade, and the beverages didn’t turn into alcohol until junior year.

You browsed the isle full of candy, mumbling to yourself what they wanted.

Sam chuckled as he heard you mumbling.

You glanced up to him at the end of the isle, reaching into the cooler to grab a water. You took account of all the sugary things he had loaded in his arms with the small, freshly made salad from the sub station. “Guessing the salad is gonna make up for all those sweets?”

Sam blinked then chortled, “Oh uh no. These are actually for my brother. The salad is for me though.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah. I should go. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”

You frowned, “Why don’t you join us? It’s just gonna be me and two others drinking in their basement.”

“I have errands to run with my brother before my dad gets back.”

“Oh. You sure your dad and brother won’t mind?”

Sam thought it over, remembering how his brother was going to help their dad with a hunt later tonight while Sam was going to be stuck at the motel.

John always had a tendency to leave Sam out of the hunts, especially since their fights have gotten worse. Thankfully after this year Sam would no longer be around so he could go to Stanford.

“Please? We won’t be out super late so incase you’re trying to keep a clean record for some super duper smart, fancy college you’ll be fine.”

Sam chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes boring into you. Something about you drew him in even though just earlier that day you made him uncomfortable. But it wasn’t until after class he realized you were trying to figure him out. Unlike everyone else you didn’t bombard him with questions or try to pry. Nor did you catch him off guard or seem like you needed to know. Everyone else needed to know about him- needed to be his friend. It was something he’d seen plenty of times with his brother but never him.

Dean.

If he knew that you were asking for Sam to party, he’d urge him. Dean had always wanted Sam to have as much of a normal high school experience that he could. He’d try to persuade him to go to football games or even the dances. Every time Sam’s answer was always the same. He’d only gone to one dance to find out it wasn’t his thing. The football games and dances were more of Dean’s thing than his. Sam would rather spend the night reading or studying; maybe even helping with a hunt instead of being in a room of sweaty people doing what they claimed as dancing. Which in all reality was just them grinding and dry humping to music.

Your eyes were pleading with his, hoping that they could reach to him somehow and make him say yes. You sucked in a breath as the time felt like it was dragging by.

“Just let me run this stuff to my brother first?”

You smiled and grabbed the snacks, “Deal. We can give you a ride.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can walk. I don’t mind. Just give me the address?”

“You’re new in town. Rather you not get lost or even killed.”

Sam’s face drained at the mention of being killed. Either you knew what was out in this world, or you were completely oblivious. Any answer had his stomach turning.

“I’m kidding!”

Sam nodded and followed to the check out, “Right…”

You smiled softly as the two of you paid and went out to the car. You informed your friends as the two of you climbed in the car, taking Sam to the motel to drop off the stuff for his brother.

Your best friends turned to you, questioning the same exact thing as you.

Why on earth was the new kid going to a motel?

Before the three of you could come up with some guesses, Sam was coming back and climbing in.

“I uh, I can’t stay out too late.”

“No problem Sam,” said Lindsay from the driver’s seat.

Silence filled the car and even the journey into Heather’s basement. Heather was quick to getting the alcohol and getting everyone some. The whiskey burned down leaving everyone sucking in a breath. It slowly killed the nerves and silence as laughter and chatter filled the room.

Two hours flew by until Sam was getting up to leave, “Thanks for inviting me but I should get going.”

You watched as he awkwardly wiped his palms on his jeans before heading for the stairs. You were quick to get up and follow.

“Let me walk you back,” you called out until you caught up to him at the top of the stairs.

Sam shook his head, his locks swaying in the motion. “You don’t have to do that. Besides, I’d rather you not. It’s not safe.”

“It’s safe. I always walk around.”

Before he could protest any more you linked arms and lead him out towards the motel.

“So can I ask why you live in a motel?”

Sam gulped thickly, the alcohol not filtering much of his words as the truth damn near came spilling out. “We move around a lot. My dad has this job that requires him to travel.”

“That must be fun, getting to see different places.”

Sam shrugged, “Not really. Not when it’s constant....”

“That sucks… I mean moving constantly, not getting to keep planted or make friends. Must be annoying always being the new kid.”

Sam nodded, “It is. That’s why I can’t wait to run off to college.”

“Senioritis already?”

Sam laughed, “More like homeoritis.”

You started laughing at the horrible joke that had Sam even cringing after he said it.

“All the places get blurry…. There’s some I remember and some places were nice, but I didn’t get to enjoy it that long.”

“Well I’m gonna make this place one you’ll remember then Sam Winchester. That’s a promise.”

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[spycethra]

This is for @meerkatlyndz and I super duper hope I did not screw this hope. XD My first TimHelm, guys! Tally-ho!

AU: Werewolves/TPS Pairing: TimHelm Fluff/Faintly Suggested NSFW

“Are you friggin kidding me, cupcake!? What kind of howl was that? You’re embarrassing me! And you’re making me into a laughing stock!”

Tim’s lupine ears slumped against his head as he tried not to take Jack’s condemning criticism too far to heart again. Standing awkwardly across from his boss’ desk on Helios was the last place he wanted to be right now. He was meant to be an exact replica of Jack himself. Obviously if Jack couldn’t howl that well, how the heck was he supposed to? But the Hyperion wasn’t known for his common sense when it came to his self made delusions of grandeur.

“Forget it. I have a job for you back on Elpis. Get down there and rendezvous with Wilhelm on Concordia. And you better have fixed that howl by the time you get back,” Jack warned heatedly before shooing the double out of his office.

Once the doors slid shut behind him, Timothy chanced rolling his eyes in annoyance, uncertain of how much more pressure he could take. Much like the Merrif, Tim felt plenty ready to burst, but there wasn’t a person in sight quite willing to partner up with a face that had so clearly been claimed by the Lawbringer herself. Regardless of his own needs, he still had to play the role of Jack… just lacking every perk possible.

With a depressed sigh, he set the coordinates for Concordia on the FTS. Part of him thought of Moxxi again as the Up And Over Bar came into view, but Moxxi had already left Elpis long ago once the whole exploding-the-Destroyer-on-purpose-to-kill-them-all happened. So he was back at zero potential candidates.

“Tim.”

A gruff voice rumbled just behind him, causing his ears and tail to stand on end. As he whirled around, naturally he found the giant cyborg himself with titanium claws, awesome beard, and whatever else that made the older man appear much larger than life despite never saying much.

“O-Oh, Wilhelm. It’s good to see you, pal. I uh…” Tim wasn’t really sure what to say as he eyed the larger man as a possible prospect.

“What is it? Jack told you about the job, didn’t he?”

Immediately Tim snapped out of his reverie, silently scolding himself for letting his frustration take over his senses so quickly.

“Ahhh, yes! Yes he did!”

Wilhelm’s quirked a silver brow knowingly to the other werewolf, awaiting the impending truth. As expected, Timothy buckled as he dropped his head.

“No. I mean, he said he had a job… but he didn’t give me any details.”

“Of course he didn’t,” sighed the mechanized brute before shaking his head as he turned back to the FTS, “Follow me. We’re going to a new set of coordinates. Some scavs took over another comms tower.”

“And Jack’s robot army can’t handle it?”

Wilhelm merely shrugged as he input the coordinates.

Timothy laughed nervously as he could already tell this wasn’t going to be an easy mission, especially if Jack got Wilhelm involved. Pulling the assault rifle off his back, he followed close behind the cybernetic lupine, surprised that they were transported directly into the tower.

“Wait. We’re already inside?”

“Yes. We’re underneath,” Wilhelm confirmed with trusty shotgun in hand.

Timothy swallowed just at the sight of it. He could already smell the countless dead still on it just from his sensitive sense of smell alone.

Wilhelm took the vanguard while Tim tentatively covered his six. As expected, enemy scavs had been awaiting their arrival, greeting them with a hailstorm of bullets and grenades. Normally, with all the experience he had, Tim could hold his own fairly well against a dozen measly scavs, but as of late something was making him sloppy. Even with a Hyperion firearm, he still struggled to make even the simplest of critical shots.

“Tim! What the hell are you doing?!” yelled Wilhelm furiously, having to revive the other for the tenth time in the same hour. “I-I… I don’t know!” the werewolf admitted pitifully while doing his best not to look utterly pathetic… and failing miserably.

All their enemies had already fallen which left only the two of them.

Finally able to get back up again, Tim scanned their surroundings in search of whatever it was they needed to place a special code into in order to finish the mission. Of course the damn Echo map didn’t have a clue beyond highlighting the whole diameter of the facility.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This is ridiculous!” shouted the double before trying to kick at a nearby console only to hurt his foot instead.

“Rrraggh! Nnnngh! Mother-!” he whined while refusing to look over at Wilhelm’s obvious regret for having come to this mission with him in the first place.

But to his surprise, the cyborg approached him without a single word of reproach beyond, “You’re tense.”

Somehow hearing it out loud added a brand new level of irritation to Tim’s list of burdens and he naturally hit his limit.

“Well, no shit, Wilhelm. What else is new?”

Just after his thoughtless statement, Timothy immediately regretted having snapped on the much larger werewolf as he felt his shoulder completely engulfed just within Wilhelm’s palm before he was spun to face the waist high console just behind him. The same one that he had stupidly hurt his foot on… and perhaps the very one that he was about to have his face smashed into.

As anticipated, another hand shoved him over but not without seizing him by the hair to make him arch in absolute terror.

“H-Hey! I-I didn’t mean it! Wilhelm! I’m sorry! I just-Mmmm… Wh-What are you-? Oh, that’s really...” Tim couldn’t carry on his thoughts anymore as he felt the older werewolf massaging him.

First the massive hands kneaded the muscles of his shoulders and neck before gradually traveling downwards. The contact alone was enough to make the smaller werewolf nearly cry, but instead he was struggling just to keep things platonic.

“W-Wilhelm… Th-This isn’t necessary,” he tried to pitch before things became… sticky.

“It is. You need to relax.”

It was strange what years without any real physical contact could do to a person. Tim was already trembling all over. His nerves were going wild with excitement over finally receiving actual human contact that wasn’t a punch to the face. But because his body had become so overly sensitive… he was having the roughest time keeping his cool where it counted.

“I-I am relaxed!” Tim whined despite the fact that his tail was swinging back and forth like crazy.

“Really,” Wilhelm replied, clearly unconvinced though he carried on with his assistance, going lower and lower until…

“A-Aaahhh!”  

A profound moment of silence befell the two of them as it was more than apparent what had happened.

“You... just came.”

“...Do you really have to say it out loud like that?” Tim squeaked back, feeling the tips of his wolven ears burn as he stared embarrassedly at the floor.

He couldn’t imagine just the sheer amount of shit talk he was going to have to endure once the mission was over with. He could only thank his lucky stars that neither Nisha nor Athena had been around to see his… accident. To his surprise, however, Wilhelm didn’t seem particularly bothered by it.

“There’s no shame in it. You’ve been alone for awhile now.”

The body double turned to Wilhelm with a soft sniff, having been fighting the urge to blubber his eyes out for a while now until the other man spoke. It was oddly perceptive of him to notice such a thing. Did everyone notice? No. He had too many self-centered assholes for friends.

So how?

Then it hit him.

Timothy only smelled like himself. Naturally his scent would have given away the existence of a significant other. The fact that Wilhelm even noticed, however, was a little more than just a pleasant surprise.

“Here. Clean up with this.”

A cloth came into Tim’s field of vision which he quickly took, carefully trying not to flash anything in his partner’s direction as he fixed himself.

“I… Uh, I’m sorry that I um-”

“No need to apologize.”

“...Really?”

“Yes. You need to relax.”

Timothy tilted his head up at the taller male before smiling gratefully.

“Yeah… You’re right,” the body double conceded finally with good humor, thinking the entire excursion of theirs to be over.  

But without warning, Wilhelm’s hand flattened atop Tim’s head, suddenly working its captivating touch there as well.

“Tension kills you in combat.”

“B-But you’re most wound up of us a-all,” Timothy protested before sighing with soft delight as his scalp was roughly massaged.

His enjoyed the way Wilhelm’s huge fingers could manhandle his entire head, forcing his wolf ears every which way. It opened new possibilities in imagining what other ways those hands could work him, but did the cyborg even see him in that way? Timothy wasn’t so sure.

“I’m used to it. But you need your flexibility.”

“I… I do?”

“You look better with it.”

Even in midst the amazing massage he was receiving, Timothy hadn’t missed that. He immediately froze up, only unsure he actually heard that right.

“I, what?” he inquired back curiously.

“Ahem… I said you work better with it.”

The body double allowed Wilhelm’s answer to sink in a moment before finding a bit of glee in realizing that was definitely not what the cyborg lupine said the first time.

Maybe there was a potential prospect yet...

Truth be told, this was supposed to end with Tim getting his howl ‘fixed’ but I figure that might be for next time. XD Gotta take it easy on my first story with these two. But I hope it was a worthwhile read.  

[anonymous-human]

Hello hello! Let's say a young human is with the (tfp) Autobots, very perky, optimistic, and overall helpful to the best they can be. But, as time goes on they are slowly becoming weaker and thinner. Eventually, human faints from exhaustion/poor health, leading the team to discover their friend has been homeless and poor(like, "ketchup soup"/" grave of the fireflies" poor) the whole time, they've just been very good at keeping it hidden.

(I’m sorry if the characters are OOC :’). I tried. also, I’m super sorry if i stereotyped the s/o. AND I’m super-DUPER sorry, I’ve never actually fainted or have been thin [I’M UGLY AND I’M PROU D]  ALSO THIS WAS SUPER-DUPER LATE AND I’M REALLLLLLLLY SORRY ABOUT THAT!!!!! Thanks for the request though! it was fun to write!)

Optimus

Optimus respects you happiness. To be optimistic during a war, even if you never experienced it or have not lost as many friends and family has he has, in his free time he will tell you about his past experiences during the war.

To be able to make your eyes light up and a smile to play on your face as he tells you about the successful missions and the frown and as your eyebrows furrow on your face as he tells you of failures. He finds it so nice of you to know that he care, but moments like that re rare, since he’s always so busy.    

It wasn’t until nurse Darby pointed it out on one of her visits that you were getting increasingly thinner did Optimus start to notice. Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to think of something to say. “I-I… Uhm… no, I have been eating enough, don’t worry!” which was a half lie. You had eaten- out of a garbage can, that is -but not enough to be a meal.

The day you fainted, you seemed to be as chipper as usual, but you felt your eyes drop every once in awhile and it was just kinda noticed, but not talked about. You were much quieter and was on the couch with the kids 80% of the time.

It was when Optimus said it was getting late you nodded and stood up, smile still painted on your face.

“Y/n?” Optimus worriedly asked you. You stopped and looked up. “Are you ill?” he asked. You shook your head.

“No, I’m perfectly fine,” you reassured. Your walk was slow and uneven, Optimus watched as you walked down the steps. On that final dreaded step, you finally tipped over. Optimus was just in time to catch you as you fell.

When you woke back up, you were in a hospital bed all the kids were there with nurse Darby had asked what the hell you were thinking? Eating little to nothing? Do you have a death wish or something?! She thought you were an anorexic on purpose.

You break down then and there right in front of them all. It was the first time they actually saw you crying. You explained everything, that you were homeless and living alone. You shook and balled into your hands as you apologized for keeping such a secret that from them and just wanting to not put your burden on anyone other than yourself.

They forgave you, and nurse Darby could no longer be mad at you.

You were in the hospital for a week,(or until darby thought you were clean and fed enough to leave.)

When you go back to base, Optimus gets on his knee to get closer to your height. He’s disappointed in himself for not realizing before. For not realizing how serious it really is. He tells you how much he loves you and how much he doesn’t want you gone. He offers if you want to stay at the base. In which you accept and you do the hand-hug thing.

Every day, Nurse Darby sends Jack to the base with for the four of you humans, so that’s how your fed.

Optimus allows you to sleep on the couch, but if you want to he will let you sleep with him. He doesn’t move so you can sleep on his chest. He’s warm af btw, you don’t need a blanket.

Ratchet

Ratchet is one of those old people who tell happy-for-no-reason people to stop smiling (like the old man who taught Hana how to farm in Wolf Children. 10/10 recommended movie btw) but, that’s kinda what got you attracted to him. He was suffering from earth technology and always grumpy, and you helped him by brightening the room for him.

He had always noticed you were thin but never said much about it because he didn’t understand anything about the human body.

Ratchet just kinda shrugged off the lie you had told nurse Darby. At that time he had hoped you weren’t lying.

You were noticeably tired that day you fainted, and Ratchet noticed. He had asked you earlier if you were okay and if you had gotten enough sleep the night before.   

He had his back turned in the second you fainted.

The others were there too, so everyone watched as you dropped in slow motion. Ratchet was quick to turn around when he did, he caught you.

Ratchet had this horrified look on his face as you blacked out. You called his name and reached out to him before everything went back. The thoughts going through his head were ‘what do I do?’

After the whole hospital scenario, when you finally got back to base, Ratchet felt bad for every time he had been a jerk.

He stood at the monitor (this imagine but you are standing alone up there) he was trying to decide what to say as you just started at each other. Soon he just leaned forward with a hand hug and nuzzled you against his faceplates. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t do anything,” he said, “I’m so, so sorry.” you scared his to death, and the news of you being homeless scared him even more! On Cybertron, if you were homeless you were most likely an unemployed starving beggar your entire life or you were abducted for money. If you were to survive you needed to steal.

You were given the option of staying with the Darby’s or Team Prime, in which you chose to stay with Team prime.

You share a hab with Ratch! Ratchet doesn’t move in his sleep, he just snores and/or mumbles that can sometimes turn to yelling. It’s bliss.

Bumblebee

When he notices your always happy, he gets happy, too. He loves that you enjoys games with him and Raf. He always had noticed you were getting thinner, when he had seen your ribs through your shirt he asked if you had eaten, which you replied, yes.    

You tell the same lie to Darby, he beeps a sad beep.  

He wondered where you lived since you had him pick you up and drop you off at the bus stop every day. When he followed you home, that’s when he found out. When you took shelter under a shop’s outside roof, he seemed so upset you didn’t tell him. When he got back to base he debated whether or not to tell Optimus.

When you fainted, he has so shocked he froze. Did you just up and DIE right in front of him!? Is this it? so abruptly!?!

When you’re gone at the hospital he has his hands on his helm and he’s freaking out because he knew and didn’t tell anyone! What kind of monster is he!

After the whole thing was over and you came back to base he picked you up carefully in his hand and told you “sorry, I knew! This could have been avoided!” and he babbled and babbled and you had to stop him and tell him you didn’t blame him.

This was just too much for him.

When you stay with team prime bee has you stay with him. He won’t lose you.

He moves in his sleep, so they end up finding a mattress for you with help.

Bulkhead

You had met him when you were sitting on the curb when you accidentally saw Bulk in action, so he had to take you back and since he found you, he was now in charge of both you and Miko. so she was jealous at first, but she got used to it and you became good friends

Bulkhead likes being around you in general, you over-happy aura makes his day.

Miko had actually found out before Bulkhead. Like Bee, she followed you home one night and caught you dumpster diving for food scraps. She gasped when she caught you and you snapped you head back to see her there. You made her promise never to tell anyone - not Optimus, not Jack or Raf, not even Bulkhead.

While Bulk was still blinded by your cheeky smile and happy aura, he treated you like a person. Like you were normal, and you liked that.

And he liked you, your smile your everything. That’s why he asked you out in the first place.

He took your side when nurse Darby had pointed out your thinness.

The day you pass out, you had passed out when you went to step out of his passenger seat that day, actually. Miko was with him and they got you back to base instead of a hospital.

When you woke up and broke down, admitting in front of everyone you were homeless, after everyone left, Bulk was the only one still there. He was so surprised, shocked really. He had been fooled by your everyday masquerade.

Now you stay at the base.

You share a hab with him but can’t sleep in the same berth. He shifts and when he sleeps.

Arcee

The combination of Jack being there for her and you and her being a thing has really helped her over her grief from the loss of her two partners.

That being said, you’ve made her a better person.  

She’s more willing to help others now that she’s gotten over them.

And that means she likes spends more time with you!

One day she drops you off at your spot. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way home?” she asks. You nod. “Yeah, don’t worry about me…” you got off her then toppled over on the pavement.

“Y/n?!”

She got Jack to call his mom for you to come bring you to the hospital. She needed Jack to be there to reassure her that you’d be okay because she thought she lost you. Another partner. A third partner!

*see Optimus’s when you wake up*

When you see Arcee again it’s back at base. She’s mad at you and told you, you should have told her. She loves you okay!

You stay at team primes base and share a hab with her. She’s someone who will sleep on the edge of the berth and then you wake up to them cuddling you.

Wheeljack

When you smile up at him he smiles right back down at you.

Your perky attitude is contagious and he wants to keep it that way.

He literally calls you Sunshine. It’s your pet name.  

While flying in the jackhammer, Wheeljack finds you passed out on the outskirts of town at night, laying in an awkward position. So he landed, picked you up and bring you aboard.

When you wake up you are at the base in the med bay with nurse Darby and Wheeljack has a frown on his face as he leans against the wall, watching the nurse work. When he sees your eyes open he immediately smiles.

“Good morning sunshine~!” he says walking over, which June ignores.

When nurse lectures you about not eating enough, swallow your pride and breakdown. Apologizing for not getting help, and just wanting to not put your burden on anyone.

Jackie lays down next to you and rubs your back, he thought about whether to say anything but he didn’t.

You stay at Team Primes base for a while, but in the end, you end up going with Jackie in the Jackhammer, not to return to the base until the end of season 2.  

Smokescreen

When you first meet he asks why you’re so thin compared to the other humans, which ruins the mood for everyone, but you still give the most optimistic answer you can.

Even after that, though, you end up becoming great friends, and later, conjunx.  

When you passed out, you two were out driving around having a few laughs, you were drowsy that day, but still, the happy-loveable person you are, so it wasn’t all that different. When you said you felt weird, he asked if he should pull over when you eyes rolled in the back of your head and you passed out.

After the whole waking up in the hospital scenario, he was devastated, how do you sleep?!

He’s not excited that you didn’t tell him though. When June gets you food he makes sure you eats all of it, which isn’t healthy it eat a huge meal after you’ve almost starved.

Yeah, you sleep on team prime’s couch btw.