#that would instantly solve so many problems

[artgletic]

case study of the self-identified god

[flippedorbit]

i’m going to become the joker.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

What I‘ve seen:

-main people working on it mainly do superhero movies, including Morbius guy, and not remotely anything that’s even nearly the same vibes as Zelda

-people who come from botw/totk or oot wanted 2D because those games really fit the vibe of ghibli style anime

-flashbacks to pretty much every videogame live action-Adaptation ever

-live Action is easy to screw up for fantasy movies especially in this day and age of using so much cgi, that tends to be overused and look pretty cheap nowadays, especially in recent Superhero movies

-Zelda is a lot easier to screw up than Mario

-talking Link + him in general being a big anomaly in major gaming mcs in regards to stereotypes that‘ll probs be added back by Hollywood

-In regards to the one above: The issue isn’t the actor being "a white guy“ (I personally never came across that criticism? If anything it was the fear of casting a white guy for Ganondorf?) but the closest I saw was that the actor‘s most likely gonna be the most generically bland dude ever. Leading to:

-Tom Holland. Some people simply don’t like him because he was in marvel movies (kinda stupid but w/e), but when people complain he often seems to be more of a a stand-in for "big name guy who only got the role so they could say he’s in it and not because he actually fits the character“. Idk, of all the generic major Hollywood folks he seems to be one of the least bad fits, at least. And hey, return of brown haired Link. That’d be cool.

Add to that, if it happens whoever’ll be cast probs won’t care much about the source material and that’s always gonna show. Like how the only one who got flag in Mario was Chris Pratt, the guy who cared the least. It’s why there was the occasional "I‘ll watch the movie/take talking Link if the actor is new“ flying across.

As for why Tom in particular: it’s because of some AI images from last year or so that cast him as Link and were spammed obnoxiously often by every news site ever.

And smth i haven’t seen often and what’s personally my biggest fear: a loss of sincerity. The world of Zelda feels, for all accounts and purposes, very sincere. Especially in its weirder parts and quirks, which are rarely played as jokes, and even then always with some sort of sincerity. If this movie turns out to be anything less than a passion project, that‘ll fall flat. Given the state of cinema and superhero movies, a lot of those things might be sanded down for blockbuster purposes.

…also Miyamoto screwed up with Zelda before. Have you ever heard about the development of Links Crossbow training? It’s kinda dreadful. Dude single-handedly nuked what would’ve essentially been a fully planned out sequel to TP because he wanted a party game where Link gets Isekai-d into Modern Day Tokyo in a "Terminator style plot“.

So there’s a low-albeit-genuine chance that’s what we‘ll be getting after all.

My personal hope is that this’ll be a One Piece situation! That It‘ll have lots of ooc things especially regarding the characters, but that it still holds true to the feeling of the original.

Why is everyone hating on the legend of Zelda movie already? Everyone freaked out about the Mario movie too but Nintendo nailed that- everyone was scared about TOTK but Nintendo nailed that. Wes ball is an amazing director- as any fan of my page will know, I love maze runner! Miyamoto is a co-producer!! You have to trust Nintendo. Trust them to put out good things. Don’t hate on something that you don’t even know what it’s about. When I saw the news I was so excited! But then I go on tumblr and everyone is mad that their even daring to attempt this movie. That they are probably going to cast a white guy in the role of link (as if that’s necessarily a bad thing, when he’s litterally white in almost all the games?) and saying how they don’t want to go see it because they know nintendos going to mess it up?

Why is everyone so negative about this movie?

[prlssprfctn]

A fun little headcannon is that everyone believes Jason to prefer paperback and physical paper but he honestly doesn't care. Maybe it stems from his Robin days reading for hours in the manor library. Or how'd he always tell Bruce to write down the details of the case to solve it faster. Or even that they needed to have physical copies of each file in case the Batcomputer got hacked. It just stuck with Bruce and by extension everyone believes it.

But like he would totally love an eReader with how many books you can fit on it. Audio books are even better because he can listen to them anywhere. The man likes the stories people have to tell. How he consumes it isn't a concern. But of course he has a flare for dramatics so he plays into this misconception.

Steph: Jason, I know you'd prefer a physical book but I got a Kindle that you could use more than me.

Jason who already owns the newest model takes it and chucks it at the floor: Disgusting.

Tim at the Batcomputer: Why do we need to write up a report for Condiment King of all people. Its the third one this month!

Jason: Back in my day we would hand write each and every report.

Dick: No we didn't???

Jason magically pulling out a file cabinet with said case files.

Jason: Honestly we should start doing that again let me go ask Bruce.

Bruce: Honestly if you'd wait five more minutes someone would have come in as backup. You don't need to do everything on your own Hood.

Jason completely ignoring him because he's got books downloaded on his helmet.

Damian next to him knowing what Jason is up to because he did the exact same thing with Ra's.

YES, YES!

i think Jason loves paperback when it is his already favourite books, the ones he knows he loves and wants to annotate and explore — otherwise, he prefers to try books in e-version first. or borrow books from the library if he is in the mood. he strikes me as someone who loves supporting local libraries! plus, listens audio-books on missions and during work-outs, yep, yep.

do other family members have a wrong opinion in that in their minds because Bruce is the "heard my kid mentioning something once, now i think their whole personality evolves around this thing" type of parent sometimes? oh, fucking absolutely. does Jason love to play on the stereotype of "boomer" sibling? yeah— lol.

also, he is a type of kid who would remind the teacher about homework (i think he genuinely cared about this as a kid and didn't understand why everyone got mad, but now he knows WHY, and he will do it EVERYONE'S problem) and combined with him, writing reports on papers, i raise you this:

Bruce, tired by the end of the patrol: Had we discussed everything? Hadn't I forgotten something?

literally everyone but Jason, quickly: no, no, we are fine. ha-ha.

Jason, appearing behind them: well. actually. we all now should write our reports.

Bruce: oh, right.

Jason, smirking: here is mine, by the way. i wrote it while you are all was bickering.

Bruce: so competent! thank you, lad.

Other kids, fuming: -_-

also, the image of Jason blasting audio-books through his helmet is frying me. so, get this:

Dick: Jason is so suspiciously calm for the last few days! like, seriously. proud of him.

Tim: right? it is actually hilarious. Bruce was screaming at him yesterday, and Jason was just staring at him silently, no word, no remark... he was so quiet that Bruce instantly felt bad and apologised. like. master-tecnique. lol.

Jason, who was listening to audio-book all this time, and didn't even hear what Bruce said, just nodded when he started randomly hugging him and murmuring "my baby": whatever.

[artbyblastweave]

One of my favorite elements in the TF2 comics are the recurring beats implying that all things being equal Heavy would much rather be a morally righteous action hero in the tradition of Dolph or Arnie- rejoining Team Fortress to crush "evil men," implicitly doing so extensively as part of his tragic backstory, going in guns blazing to rescue a buddy from the Korean Mob, rallying everyone to go fight Merasmus's monster army during the Halloween party, getting the big climactic set piece fight with the deranged supervillain on an island base. But he's held back from the role he was born to play by his association with the Mann Family clusterfuck. He wasted the prime of his Rambo years shooting people in the desert for no reason.

Which ends up being sort a recurring beat, for many of the characters who aren't life-outcome agnostic in the manner of Pyro or Medic. Scout instantly finds extensive romantic success the second he lets go of Ms. Pauling and detaches himself from the badlands. Spy coming to terms with, and making up for lost time with, the family he was out in the Badlands to avoid. Engineer trundles along in his support capacity until his contract is up, smart enough to warn Helen's potential successor away from the same path but never able to break away from it himself until her death forced his hand- never exposing himself to the true pointlessness of the practical problem he was on retainer to solve. Demo implicitly realizing that for all his vaunted family pride in mercenary work he's spent the last several years on the second-string relief team that none of his peers took seriously. Saxton realizing that the joke of an ultramasculine adventure hero with a desk job has worn kind of thin and he's removed himself from his native genre for no real reason, to no personal fulfilment. Soldier.... is actually in the exact same general life situation but with a wife and kids along for the ride, good for him.

Ultimately it turned into a story about how the characters have outgrown the excuse plot- a story about how all of these people have much more interesting stories to be involved in, more compelling things to be doing than what we've spent the last seventeen years watching them do. And now they're free and clear and on their way.

[varpusvaras]

More All-Caste/Magic user Jason because I can't stop thinking about him.

Ya'll know for a fact that he isn't telling anyone about it. He knows very well what Batman thinks of metas and magic in Gotham, and he's already in too much trouble with him, so he just doesn't say anything. And besides, it is not their business, anyway.

But magic just does. not. stay. out. of. Gotham. And most of the time it's the type of thing that they would need Jason to deal with it, anyway, or Bruce would have to call for Zatanna or worse yet, Constantine, to deal with it instead, and Jason is sure that if either of them even looks at his general direction they are going to know. Zatanna might keep her mouth shut, but Constantine? Absolutely not.

So every time Jason gets even a sniff of something magical going on, he is on it instantly. There. Problem solved, and no one is the wiser. Everything is good.

Except. When someone deals with magic that quickly and that efficiently, it also creates a pattern. All things that are magical are starting to figure out that something is going on in Gotham. Whatever or whoever goes there never lasts for longer than a day. It's a curiosity, a mystery, and many beings want to solve it.

So now there is Gotham and Jason, and they have a reputation. And things just. keep. coming. And now they are seeking out whatever it is that deals with magic in Gotham on purpose, and Jason is getting really fed up.

Then he goes against a stronger foe, and calls up the All-Blades, and everything really goes up in flames after that. Because now the rumors are going even harder. That there is an All-Caste in Gotham. An All-Caste? Aren't they all wiped out? Apparently not. They gotta see it now for themselves.

So it is all going splendidly, one might say. Jason is not the one saying so.

But. Rumors are...finnicky. Especially when it comes to Gotham and its residents. And especially when it comes to the powers at play there. The city is guarded by the Bat. The man who trained with the League of Assassins, the man who has gone against enemies with earth-shattering powers and won. The Dark Knight himself.

So that has to be him. The Heir to the All-Caste.

So now every other week there's some Magic User coming to challenge the Protector of Gotham. And the Batman keeps beating them without ever using the All-Blades. This is shattering so many egos of so many Magic Users. They weren't even worthy of seeing the Blades! That's the most devastating part.

And Bruce is sitting in the Cave and trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Why are all of these people coming in all of a sudden, wanting to fight him? What did he do? He doesn't remember going against someone noteworthy in quite some time. There has to be something, and he can't put his finger on it and it frustrates him.

All the kids are throwing every kinda theory at him, except Jason, who is standing in the background, hoping that if he justs. stays completely still. they can't see him.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫?” — 𝐟𝐭; 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; you’ve loved him for ages now, but here comes to biggest problem: how are you supposed to tell him?

𝐜𝐰 ; fem!reader, swearing, use of (y/n), fic takes place after the u20 world cup (since we haven’t seen any content from it, no mention of wins or losses will be made), reader and isagi are both so oblivious

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; lover by taylor swift

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; i was rewatching the first selection arc and I WANT INNOCENT ISAGI BACK💔 i miss the pure isagi that was still climbing from the bottom of the ladder; that was what inspired me to write this. anyways, i promise i’ll start working on more 2000 event requests. i’ve just had way too many ideas on my mind for a while so i couldn’t get to them (esp with the intro of bunny)

the boiling humidity in your room was nearly suffocating.

you scrolled through the news, the broken fan blowing your face like a lifeline—which at this point, it was. the small and nearly broken fan was the only thing keeping you from collapsing out of the heat at this point.

finally, after a lifetime of scrolling through the news of sydney sweeny’s new soap and more james charles hate, yours eyes landed on a single article that you could finally tap on without boredom.

“THE AFTERMATH OF THE U20 WORLD CUP—WHERE WILL EACH OF THE BLUE LOCKERS GO FOR THEIR PROFESSIONAL SOCCER LIVES NOW?”

you already know. you already know where he would be going, along with his salary on the team, along with his new teammates and the country where he’ll be living. and yet you still tapped on the article, scrolling down in descending order to find number one.

1. ISAGI YOICHI - 17 YEARS OLD, BASTARD MÜNCHEN, GERMANY, 240 MILLION YEN (1.6 MILLION USD, 1.4 MILLION EUROS)

you cringed. maybe you shouldn’t have tapped on this article after all. “isagi yoichi, at a mere 17 years old, will be joining bastard münchen with players such we alexis ness—and if he makes it to the main team, even the best striker in the world himself—“

what a joke.

you drawled out a long sigh, throwing your arms to your side and hearing a soft thump from the mattress due to the drop of your phone. was isagi packing right now? his flight would be at seven in a couple of hours after all. you checked your watch; it was twelve pm right now, meaning there were seven hours left until his flight took off.

or maybe he finished packing already, and he was just lazing around his room. maybe he wasn’t lazing around and he was enthusiastically pacing around his room and watching a soccer match. or maybe he was extra early and already at the airport, just wandering around like an idiot. probably the second option.

you loved summer break, but you hated the heat. you also hated the boredom. playing block blast and doom scrolling on tiktok over and over again won’t solve anything. finally, you sat up from the bed, made yourself look presentable—pulling down your shirt and pants—and grabbed your house keys from the table. you also made sure to quickly turn off the fan.

“where are you going?” your father called from the couch, switching between tv channels faster than isagi can solve a puzzle. you slipped on some shoes, opening the front door.

“isagi’s house.”

suddenly, the clicking of the remote stopped. “hasn’t he already left?”

“no, not yet. at least, probably not. i’m going to go check and say goodbye.” you said, stepping out of the door and sitting on your bike. beginning to pedal, you instantly felt the heat catch up to you. beads of sweat slid down your face, and you could feel the humidity making your legs and arms stick.

finally, after huffing your life out, you reached isagi’s home—which was only nine houses away. you parked your bike near the front lawn, and you knocked on the door. you heard the door creak open, and the familiar face of isagi’s mother appeared in your vision. “oh, (y/n)! it’s so wonderful to see you. are you here for yoichi?”

you nodded. “yep. is he still packing? or is he getting ready to leave? or is he pacing around his room in excitement?” you asked, climbing up the stairs with his mother.

she grinned. “well, you know yocchan. he got excited last night and stayed up all night watching soccer matches and slept until really late today, so he’s still packing.” you smiled at her words, feeling warmth envelope your chest.

“just like when he was younger.” you muttered. she sighed, nodding.

“just like when he was younger,” she agreed. “and you’re visiting him and taking care of him again, just like when you were both kids.” she laughed, knocking on isagi’s door. “yocchan! (y/n)’s here to visit you.”

she opened the door, and you walked in, seeing isagi “fold” his clothes and forcing them into his suitcase. “hey,” he glanced up at you, sending you a small smile. “did you come to see me suffer and pack my stuff or something?” you sat down next to him.

“yeah, i did.” you folded some clothes for him, putting them into his suitcase. “so you’re going there to be a millionaire, huh? have fun leaving me here while i suffer in my last year of high school and go through pain during college and work a minimum wage job for the rest of my life.”

isagi blinked. clearly, it was meant to be a joke, and yet he could still sense traces of sadness in your voice. his eyes softened, and he moved his hands closer to yours. and yet he pulled away right before he could brush your pinky. “well, come with me.” he grinned, his tone joking. but there were truth in his words; if you went with him, he’d be happy without complaint. hopefully you didn’t see his words as a joke.

“haha. very funny.” you replied. isagi wanted to sigh, but his smile continued to remain on his face. “anyways, are you gonna have fun in germany? i bet you’re gonna be a big back and eat all of the good food there.”

“i sure am going to!” his eyes lit up, and he went from talking about food to talking about soccer. you heard every single thing that he was saying, and yet all you could comprehend was his pure smile and enthusiasm.

you wanted to reply, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt his long and joyous train of thought. you felt words and letters bubble at your lips, your throat tightening. he was packing; he was leaving. if you didn’t tell him now, when will you ever have the chance to?

“i—“

“hm?”

“oh, i was gonna sneeze, but i couldn’t.” you stammered. that was the best reason you could come up with at the moment.

he burst into laughter. “what? that’s so stupid. and here i thought you were going to say something serious.” you were, you really were. you were about to confess your feelings for him, but you laughed along with him.

“well, anyways, i’ll see you later.” you stood up, already beginning to leave the room.

“already?” isagi asked. you nodded, slipping your shoes back on.

“you’re still packing, and you should enjoy your last few hours with your family. text or call me if you need anything, alright?” you asked, grinning at him. he blinked.

“alright then. uh, bye.”

“bye. don’t get kidnapped. love you.”

with that, you left. isagi stood there, his hand on the bar handle, still thinking about you. “love you too…” he zipped his suitcase, finally completing his packing, and walked downstairs with you.

you mounted bike, pedaling back home. but this time, you weren’t focused on the heat. isagi would really be leaving soon. would this be the last time you see him in person before he leaves? you don’t want to be crude and just barge back into his house.

you climbed up the stairs and flopped onto your bed, huffing. a strange feeling bubbled at your chest, and for a moment, you felt like crying. but that was stupid; why would you cry over this? you weren’t even dating. plus, germany is fun and isagi’s got fans that would defend him to death and he probably has millions of fangirls.

why would he need you?

before you could realize it, a tear slid from the corner of your eye and into your ear. and suddenly, the single tear turns into numerous tears slipping down from your eyes every minute. and those numerous tears suddenly turned into sobbing and the sniffling of your nose.

you were crying.

cuddling a pillow, you sniffled, cushioning your face into the soft material. what if isagi comes back and begins to not recognize you? or even worse—what if he dates someone and completely forgets about you? what if he didn’t care about you anymore?

after a good few sobs, you scrolled through your contacts with blurry tear-filled eyes, trying to find rin’s contact. sure, he wasn’t the most polite or kindest, but he listened. sure, his advice was harsh and he would probably be hella rude, but at least you could vent to him without worried of interruptions.

you pressed on the “call” button, and the moment he picked up, you began instantly. “rin! i tried to confess to isagi but i ended up wussing out and not telling him and he’s going to leave for germany soon and im worried that he might forget about me or hate me or not care about me or fall in love with someone else while he’s there and—“

“woah. hang on. you didn’t do what?”

you paused. since when was rin’s voice this high pitched? you rubbed your bleary eyes, and your jaw dropped when you saw the contact.

ITS REOVER💔💔💔

you were calling reo? fuck. “uh, sorry reo. i didn’t know it was you.” you stammered out. you heard a long sigh from the other line, and you gripped your pillow harshly.

“isagi’s heading to the airport like, right now. if you wanna confess to him soon and in person, this might be your last chance before he comes home at who knows when,” reo exclaimed.

your eyebrows knit together. “oh well. i won’t be able to catch up to him anyways; dad says it’s too hot to drive, mom’s out shopping, i don’t have enough money to buy myself a cab, and my bike sure as hell won’t be reaching the airport before i die from the heat and exhaustion.” you muttered.

“what the hell are you talking about? you still have a chance here. you better get there before he leaves. i’ll help you.” clearly, reo didn’t want you to make the same mistakes that he had done with nagi by not taking your chance.

“but you live in kanagawa, and im in saitama. that’s nearly an entire hour of driving. how are you supposed to get here?” you asked.

“do you really think the mikage corporation only has locations in kanagawa?” you could almost hear the smirk in reo’s voice. “im sending you a saitama mikage corporation vehicle and driver right now.”

“what?!”

“alright, have fun making out with isagi and thank my greatness later. bye.”

and with that, reo hung up. just within two minutes, you saw a sleek purple car with the large white word MIKAGE painted on the door. you gasped, sprinting downstairs. “im going out again, dad!” you ran out of the front door after slipping shoes on, and a female attendant opened the car door for you.

“welcome, miss. mikage’s friend.” she said. is reo even allowed to do this? you thought, stepping into the car stiffly. well, screw that. you’ll question the mechanics of this car after you confess to the love of your life.

within 40 minutes, you arrived at the airport. after rapidly thanking the driver, you ran into the airport’s closest entrance, looking everywhere for a head of dark blue hair.

you didn’t care how cliche this was or how cringe this was. you were going to get your feelings out before he leaves, no matter what, even if he rejects you.

“excuse me! im sorry!” those words continuously spouted out of your mouth as you ran, until finally, you reached the entrance of the security check.

and there it was; a head of dark blue hair and a blue lock jacket, rolling the exact same suitcase that isagi had. he was waving to his parents; isagi was.

you sprinted past tourists and family members, finally reaching isagi. his eyes widened as you stood in front of him, exhausted and breathing rapidly. “(y/n)—?”

“yoichi, I love you!”

silence.

you were doing this in public. in front of strangers. you didn’t care.

“i’ve loved you since before the u20 world cup, since before your offer, since before the u20 match, since before blue lock, since before anything. before everything, yoichi, i’ve always loved you.”

finally. finally, you could feel a weight coming off of your chest. you glanced up at isagi, and your eyes widened. because you thought that you’d see a shocked expression, maybe an awkward smile.

but instead, you saw blue eyes so bright that it could light up your life with just a single look: and it did. his smile was wide, and it was more pure than the snow after a day full of gray.

“and i love you too.”

[livingthedragonlife]

this is an extremely petty reason to do an analysis but i hate when people call laios a himbo, not only because it really reads as infantalization but also because it's just straight up not true.

the qualities of a himbo require you to be stupid, and that simply is not true in laios' case. for a simple example, he was able to recognize pretty much instantly that the living armors were moving in an abnormal way (coming right for them, instead of just attacking as they approach), and noticed when the Boss Armor (?) protected the shield instead of using it as a defense. he recognized the egg sac on the back, was able to exploit the instinct to protect it, and save the rest of the party with that knowledge right away.

laios is the one who's able to determine which illusions are the fakes, all by himself, with nothing but his knowledge of his party members and careful observation. laios figured out why the changeling spores act the way they do, based on nothing but observation and experience once again. laios is the one who talks marcille down from her dungeon lord rampage. laios is the one who, despite succumbing to the demon's influence himself, PLANNED FOR THAT TO HAPPEN, and gave himself a loophole that saved the entire fucking world. these are just the first things i can think of off the top of my head, if i really went back through the story, i'm positive there would be more examples of laios being knowledgeable and using that knowledge intelligently.

but let's back up. laios is called an idiot by many other characters in the story. why might that be?

well it's usually for: saying something socially inappropriate or blunt, talking about monsters (his special interest) too enthusiastically, not relating to the people around him, or not being able to understand social cues or read a room. he's even called "creepy" or "crazy" in multiple instances. when chilchuck first hears about how much laios wants to eat monsters, he calls him a psychopath. that's in the very first chapter.

the characters who call laios stupid and crazy are calling him that almost exclusively after he behaves "too autistically" around them. perhaps we are giving too much credence to the characters calling him a dumbass and should instead do some critical thinking to determine if it's true. because most of the time, they're wrong! go count the times laios is called stupid for having ideas that ultimately work.

that's not to say laios isn't funny! he's a silly guy! he straight up barks like a dog to solve problems. dungeon meshi is a comedy, so it would be kind of weird if he wasn't, but lack of intelligence is never the punchline. the fact that barking like a dog WORKS is what's funny, not that he was "stupid" to think of it in the first place.

laios is goofy. he makes silly mistakes. but that doesn't mean he's brainless. laios is not a himbo.

[essycogany]

Why Shadow And Cream SHOULD Be A Duo

These are mostly Headcanons. They rarely interact, so I’m here to cover all of the things.

My first reason is they'd have the BEST DYNAMIC. Shadow is the mentor and Cream is his student. I know some people like the idea of him influencing her to be more violent, (which can be fun) but I prefer the idea of Cream solving problems in her own way whenever she's on a mission with Shadow. All of the crazy atrocities happening around her doesn't faze her in the slightest. She can be a tough cookie, but still soft on the inside and out. She doesn’t have to change her sweet spirit to be powerful in her own right.

Second reason. They would complement each other in the best way. Shadow could use someone to protect and I know Amy’s a good option, but there’s something about Cream that works better in my opinion. She’s younger, less experienced, brave, encouraging, kind, and ADORABLE. No, she isn’t and shouldn’t be a Maria replacement. I don’t want any character to have a good dynamic with Shadow just because said character reminds him of Maria. BUT Cream does have similar traits to her. More than Amy to an extent. The pink hedgehog is much more aggressive. Shadow would have a unique dynamic with Cream. Why? Because Cream is a literal child he needs to protect her at all costs. But she’s too stubborn to care about her safety. The older Cream gets, the more determined she is to go on adventures with him.

Because she’s so persistent, Shadow would feel obligated to teach Cream Chaos Emerald abilities. She would do terribly at first, but once she finally concentrates and takes her training seriously, she’d ace it.

The third reason I believe they’d be a great duo is because Cream would do her best to help him emotionally. But that’s not all. Shadow would notice how hard she’s trying and how much she struggles with failure. I’d imagine her taking it very badly due to a few issues in IDW and Sonic Dream team. Don’t get me started on the Metal Virus. She had to be the emotional support for Whisper (and the sweetheart did an amazing job) while she still struggled internally. Cream was the truest MVP during the Metal Virus.

But yeah! She’d definitely need someone with more experience with loss to help her with her self-esteem issues. Cream has so little confidence in herself when she shouldn’t. I know she has Sonic, Blaze, Amy, her mother, and many others but I believe Shadow would be the one to turn that emotion into action. He’s been through plenty. He wouldn’t just cheer her up (though he’d probably still try) but give her direct action base proof that she’s wrong with her training. She might not only need to be told she’s cable but also be physically shown.

I’d like to think she’d be able to pull as much weight for Shadow as he’d do for her. The tough love and support system. Like Sonic and Tails but with a Good Cop Bad Cop dynamic.

Cream still has Gemeral/Cheese and of course, they’ve already protected her the best way, but I’d like to think Shadow would be the one to teach her how to physically fight so she’d be able to help Gemeral. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about her too much. It’ll be like a training session. It helps that she’s already physically strong but Shadow would only help her enhance it.

She’d be an honorary member of Team Dark and would sneak into their missions. I’m not sure how Vanilla would feel about it but maybe this would be a situation where she’d find out when Cream’s older. Like a superhero reveal or something. Maybe Vanilla would have a long conversation with Shadow and Cream would stand up for him and take all of the blame. She’s loyal to a fault.

Their friendship also just sounds adorable to me. I can imagine Cream being surprisingly mature and intelligent and Shadow is always shocked. They'd talk about the different planets and stars together, daydreaming about a more peaceful world. Then instantly start kicking butt with Rouge and Omega and take down a giant monster and work with GUN. I think Rouge would question Shadow every time Cream came with them.

Rouge: Ugh! Shadow, why did you bring her here?! AGAIN?!

Shadow: I didn't. She came on her own.

Rouge: And you ALLOWED HER?!

Shadow: You can't say “no” to Cream. I've learned that the hard way.

It’s either letting Cream go with him or dealing with her whining for the rest of their picnic. Shadow isn't patient enough for that.

What kind of fun names would you guys give these two? Good Cop Bad Cop? Emerald Besties? Rebel Do-Gooders? Let’s give them a name!

That’s all the ideas I have for now. If you guys have any, I’d love to read them. My ask box is always open!

Stay Creative! 💜

[dr1zzleboy]

Hi, Can I request a Dante (DMC 5) x husband!reader who is calm, melodramatic, sensitive and gentle, and wears feminine kimonos ? The others think he can't defend himself against demons, but he actually knows how to fight and if you don’t mind, I’d love it if he fought using a fan. Sorry for asking so many things, I hope it’s not a problem. Buenas noches 🌸🌷

Hi Anon! Thank you for making this request, I love it! (The more detail, the better the story!). Anyway, I hope you like it!

Advertisement! My first language is not English, so there may be grammatical errors! Maybe a little bit ooc(?)

Dante DMC 5x Husband!reader

Dante and you met at a pizzeria at night, very romantic, he had gone to recharge his batteries and clear his mind after hard work, and you, you just wanted to eat something and the only thing that was open was that pizzeria.

You had caught the half-demon's attention; your calm and gentle way of interacting with others had mesmerized him. You were like him, but much more serene and not as sarcastic. So obviously he was going to try to get your attention, in his own way obviously.

"Hey, I think I put too much sauce on my pizza because it's too hot, just like you." The silver hair said followed by a wink.

And you could only laugh and cover your mouth as you felt your face blush. And at that moment Dante knew he had to take your hand in marriage.

Something that happened after a lot of jokes, silly flirting, and spontaneous but romantic dates. The two of you got to know each other better, and it seemed like Sparda's son had won the lottery when he discovered that you also enjoyed hunting demons, with a style as unique and graceful as yours. Winning your heart and soon proposing to you when he invite you on a "routine" mission, it would actually be a surprise.

You thought you were done with the mission until a horde of demons appeared. Dante eliminating the horde with the Stylish Rank SSS, not wanting to arruin his surprise, and of course not wanting you to get hurt. Until he stopped in the middle of the fight to take out a ring (hidden among the Ebony & Ivory bullets), and say:

"Hey, killing demons is fun, but doing it with you is on another level.... Wanna be my hunting partner... forever?" When he finished a demon interrupted, but you killed the demon without hesitation with one of your fans and you looked at him only to nod and repeat yes over and over again and then he put the ring on your finger.

And from that night on, you began to work more together, spending more time together, although sometimes it got complicated when he had very risky hunts and didn't want his husband to get hurt. Sometimes you argued and it was complicated because you were... Melodramatic, although he liked it and he tease you afterwards.

"But then if you leave I'll be left alone and I don't know what I'll do and I'll probably die of sadness and loneliness!" The older mocked again as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to make you laugh.

"Even though I care about you and you make fun of me... What would have happened if I had really died? Huh? I'm quite capable of defeating demons, but I still have a soft heart." You said offended and crossed your arms, turning your face away from him.

"Then I would do everything possible to get you back with me and apologize for doubting you." He whispered into your shoulder and nuzzling your neck with his nose, his beard tickling you.

Sometimes his flattery and flirting worked, but other times not so much and it could only be solved by going out together, letting you teasing him too, letting you hunt by yourself (Although sometimes he would stay at the entrance of the office to greet you instantly and totally concerned.) or in a long stress-relieving session. (If you know what I mean ;D)

Dante always loved it when you showed others that you were not only a lovely person and had a pretty face, but also a hunter and expert with a fan. Always with graceful movements, showing it as a simple and flirtatious thing if you wanted to.

I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted, I can change it or modify it, also make it more like a story although it would have to be a series, but I would gladly do it! ^^

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Just Another Notch

Masterlist PART 1/? PART 2

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader

Summary: If Bucky thinks his charms will work on you, then you’re gonna put up one hell of a fight to prove him wrong.

Word Count: 1,473

Warnings: None, but future chapters will hold explicit content, read everything at your own discretion.

You remember the first time Bucky really looked your way, like it was yesterday. It was late, the core team all went out for drinks, no room for any trainees. They were just returning. You could hear everyone hooting and hollering before they got off the elevator.

You wouldn’t say you were particularly close to any of them. Sure you worked together, but that’s as deep as it got. They all seemed like family to one another, it wasn’t the same for the revolving door of interns and new trainees.

You watch as everyone passes the kitchen door, not even glancing to investigate the yellow glow emitting from it. You stirred the bowl of granola and milk, it was subconscious, something that instantly cleansed your mind of the pompous heroes. The smell of cinnamon fills your nose when you bring a spoonful of oats and almonds to your mouth.

You accidentally places the spoon down a little too hard, causing a metal and ceramic ring to chime. The last one out of the elevator heard it, stopping in their tracks at the kitchen door. “Cereal sounds perfect right now.” He says, walking towards the refrigerator. You don’t respond to him, you just start chewing faster, wanting to concede and hide in your room.

You keep your eyes down, listening to his sloppy movements, over the sound of your crunching. When the pale bottom of the bowl begins to show you slip from the the bar stool situated opposite of the kitchen island to the sink. You would either have to walk all the way around or slip past Bucky for a faster escape.

Rinse the bowl, put it in the dishwasher, turn on the garbage disposal, and run before he says another word. You decided to cut corners, stepping behind Bucky pouring his cereal. You don’t expect him to step backwards and knock your bowl of milk and mushy cereal all over your white cotton pajamas.

He turns, quickly apologizing and grabbing paper towels. “I didn’t even see you there, I’m sorry.” He takes it upon himself to wipe and dab the milk from your front. You clear your throat, you’re deciding to blame it on his drunkenness as to why he thinks it’s okay to touch your breasts like this. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing wrong, he’s just helping you clean up. But he’s coasted over your cold wet nipple one too many times, it’s beginning to peek through the fabric.

“It’s fine. I should go.” You say, against better judgment you gingerly toss the bowl into the sink and make way for the kitchen door. “Wait.” He grabs your arm, spinning you back. “Get me back.” His tone is serious.

“What?” Pure confusion fills your face. “Spill milk on my shirt. So we’re even.” You laugh lightly. How chivalrous, “Thanks for the sentiment, but ruining your nice button down isn’t gonna unsoil my nightshirt. You’re good, I swear.” You say, not really wanting to throw milk on the best assassin in the world. What if he remembers tomorrow and decides to have a vendetta with you because of it?

“Fine, but now I owe you, and I would rather pay up now.” He crossed his arms infront of him. A playful smile on his lips. Your heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute, the second he walked in all you wanted was to escape. “Wash that bowl for me please.” You say, running out of the kitchen, solving two problems in one.

When you make it to your room you’re mortified as you look in the mirror. Your white cotton had turned see through, your nipples on full display. No matter how drunk Bucky was, you knew he noticed that. You rub your forehead as you replay the moment back, wondering what went wrong. Wondering why he even stepped back in the first place.

He was drunk, sure. But a super soldier of his status rarely loses their footing, no matter the circumstance. It felt intentional now that you analyze the situation. He didn’t move from that spot. It took you more than a minute to finish your cereal. He should’ve already been sitting down, eating. He was waiting for you to move first.

Your phone buzzes beside you, it’s your best friend. A Snapchat video awaits you, while you run to your bathroom to fix your messy situation. When you emerge from the tiny water closet your phones lighting up again. Another Snapchat but it’s a message this time.

You swipe right on her animated icon, “My data is shit and that video took 20 minutes to send.” You stifle a laugh and tap the purple square. Your phone starts blasting house music and you rush to turn it down. The flashing lights distract your eyes from the highlighted caption on the screen, “the avengers are here 😱” you toss your head back in annoyance. You’d reminded her plenty of times that they’re not celebrities, plus they’re kinda assholes. Ever since you started working here, all of the pedestals you put them on crashed to the ground. None of them were perfect.

You look back at the screen and see a familiar figure in the background, it’s Bucky, holding a water bottle. You squint your eyes, wondering if you’re over reacting, you need to prove something to yourself. You let the video play through, texting your friend back to ask an unconventional question.

“When exactly did you take that video?” You lay down in bed and wait for her to reply. Your phone chimes.

“Like I said, probably around 20 minutes ago. They left right after. Your eye candy didn’t seem like he was having a good time 😬” you read the words and can’t help but groan, she was really getting on your nerves tonight. You mention one time, sophomore year, that you thought the winter soldier was hot. Five years later, she still hasn’t given it up, even after you began working with him.

You stopped feeling that way once you saw his personal revolving door that connected to the new trainees one. He really doesn’t help their return rate. You bet half of them run for the hills in pitiful heartbreak. You had to admit, his proximity and diligence in trying to clean your shirt, was hot. Your a woman of the people, you can’t deny his attractiveness because of his personality.

So if what you saw is true, that means Bucky sure as hell wasn’t drunk when he got home less than 10 minutes later. Why would he do that to you? It was sleazy, and definitely would’ve worked on anyone else. You just couldn’t fathom the possibility of him coming on to you. He’d never spoke to you before.

Not like you expected him to, you were far out of his wheel house of girls. You were recruited for your strength. And with that came fat. You never thought anything of it growing up, you knew you were stronger than the other girls because you were bigger than them. But as you got older you became stronger than all the boys too. Your parents took you to a specialist, you were only 9. That’s when the doctor sat you down and told you that your strength was within, your muscles were mutated, it had been so since birth, benign till now. He said your muscles were the worlds strongest rubber bands, operating on your mental will power to use them, you’d only ever be as strong as you believed you were.

You knew and believed you were stronger than all the girls, so your muscles allowed it. You grew in weight and height, towering over some boys and definetly larger in size than them, so you believed you must be stronger than them, so your body allowed it. When you got around the age of 16, your parents let you explore your mutation more. Letting you hop in the fighting octagon with a man triple your size. You were confident in your mutation, therefore you were confident you could beat him. It was a cycle that won you many championships, and medals, before people started asking too many questions and you had to get a real job, doing something for the greater good, like contract killing for shield. Or offering your services to the avengers to only be treated like a lowly high school office intern.

You weren’t his type, that much was clear, so what’s his motive? Toy around with you for sick twisted fun? You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He’s going to have no effect on you if this is how he intends to play. You put your phone on the charger, checking your alarm, before you force yourself to fall asleep, a long day of training awaits you.

[llamagoddessofficial]

As a scuba diver I can confirm how quickly a peaceful dive can turn scary; on a sea dive I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot to watch my oxygen gauge. Thankfully my buddy was there to let me use his air supply and take me to the surface.

What would the siren boys do if MC got into danger while diving, such as very low oxygen? Maybe MC was pulled by the current and drifted away from other divers? Would they help her or take advantage of the situation?

Sans: Her life entirely depends how serious the 'trouble' in question is.

He'll save her if it's a very easy problem for him to solve. Like... if she's near the surface but runs out of air, he can rush her up the last couple of metres. If she drifts away from her friends and is struggling hard against the current, he can loop her arms around his neck and swim her back to them. Things that are emergencies to her, but slight inconveniences to him, he'll help with - especially since saving her life is a very easy way to get a LOT of favour with her. He likes the way she looks at him after he saves her. Beautiful, breathless, exhausted, staring like for a moment she adores him as much as he adores her.

However... a more complex issue? He'd let her drown. Maybe she's too far away from the surface and taking her straight upward wouldn't be safe. Maybe she's entered a state of panic and is making things worse for herself and he can't convince her to hold onto him. Maybe, even, she's in trouble but she simply hasn't seen him. If she never knew he was there she wouldn't be upset he didn't help.

He'll watch. It's just a little bit of discomfort. Then? They can be together forever.

Red: Come on. It's our boy. Our respect women juice chugging world champ - of course he'll rescue her, no matter what.

Her dive buddies definitely recount the story to her. Red was goofing off like he always does, nipping and shoving people he doesn't like, making it clear he's the 'alpha' around here. But suddenly, something about him flips... something in his disposition instantly changes. He becomes completely serious, and beelines into the near distance.

... And it's only once he's with her that everyone else notices she's silently struggling. They wouldn't have known to help if Red hadn't drawn attention to her.

He acts silly and stupid. But he's always paying attention to his mate, even when far away, using his incredible senses to keep tabs. He can sense her heartbeat with his electroreception, hear her breathing in the regulator, smell her blood in her veins. He's much smarter than he acts, and if the situation gets messy, there's not much better help underwater than a massive aggressive shark who'll move mountains to keep her safe.

Skull: Surprisingly, he'll do his absolute best to save her.

You'd expect the big lug to be the one actively pulling her down. But Skull doesn't really have a plan, so to speak, with his beloved little diver, he isn't plotting her death like Sans. He just wants to be around her; he wants to court her, show her what a good mate he'll be, show her pretty rocks and gifts, win her love and pull her back no matter how many times she tries to swim away from him. So it doesn't really matter what's happening - if Skull sees her struggling, he just sees his mate in distress, and he wants to rescue her. He doesn't like seeing her in visible pain or terror.

He might be delayed in helping if she's under the effects of nitrogen narcosis, because that just makes you act silly and drunk, so he wouldn't actually know anything was wrong. But as soon as he notices something off (she takes out her regulator, passes out, etc) he'll do everything he can to save her. He's a good boy underneath all those scars and deadly tentacles.

[azadrithaanatheme]

Is Wormzi a thing in CC? If so, how’d N and V take it?

Oh, Wormzi is absolutely going to be a thing - it isn't called "The Crawling Chaos" just for the Lovecraft reference ;)

It's not going to be just Uzi either - there's going to be so many worms in here. Worms for days.

As for how everyone reacts:

At the start of the story (which picks up about three-ish months after the show, for context), the Dapper Trio all know that Uzi has been having corporeal instability issues, and have been trying to help her work through it/figure out what's causing them and how to stop it (Uzi discovering the inefficiencies in N and V's designs and deciding to do something about it is an outgrowth of this). Critically though, no one knows Uzi can become a worm yet, including Uzi herself - she suspects she can do that, but isn't really keen on testing those boundaries and is mostly just trying to figure out why she randomly glitches out and explodes into a cluster of crab claws and peering camera eyes sometimes.

Then some Shenanigans happen and it becomes pretty clear that she's going to need to start testing those boundaries in order to get a handle on her new robo-divinity and prevent said shenanigans from happening again. It's all very "repression is not the solution you think it is."

N takes this in stride pretty much instantly - this is just another aspect of Uzi's eldritch space magic, and come android hell or high water, they're going to figure it out together. Boy is nothing if not committed. Plus, well... he'd be lying if he said he didn't think Uzi having the power to turn into an eldritch centipedal machine god was kind of hot.

After all: we are, as a fandom, united by the sacred wisdom that N would still love Uzi if she was a worm (and vice versa).

V, in contrast, is more paranoid. She's terrified that something will go wrong and either the Solver remnant/ghost/thing in Uzi's mind will take over, or worse, in trying to contain that remnant, Uzi will go somewhere she can't come back from and become something even worse than the original Absolute Solver (an Uzi without any morals, driven by nothing but all-consuming hunger - terrifying). But, critically, as difficult as it is for her V's actually going try to voice her concerns this time instead of trying to gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way through things. She's let herself be ruled by her fear before, and it emphatically did not end well, and she's learned from that. She cares about these goobers more than she'll ever admit trusts N and Uzi, and she's going to stick with them and help out in her own way. And probably complain about it when they do something dumb or remind Uzi to eat again - but hey, someone has to be the sensible one in this polycule found family. If nothing else, she can keep Uzi from trying to experiment with eldritch monster transformations inside the bunker.

Uzi, for her part, agrees with V's paranoia (now that V is actually trying to explain herself). As rad as having a thousand extra arms and a bunch of holoprojector eyes can be, this is something she really would rather have left in a box and not touched ever. Unfortunately, she can't just leave it in a box, and Uzi "Godeater" Doorman isn't one to back down from a challenge. She's been presented with a new problem, and she's going to solve it, one way or another.

Plus, there's a surprising number of fringe benefits: among other things, it turns out eldritch machine god is actually surprisingly comfortable to sleep on (if you're a robot, anyway).

[cherryblossombankai]

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Toshinori are matched on a site for "companionship" that touts being able to choose the perfect sugar baby for the client.

Warnings: virginity loss, premature ejaculation, oral sex, creampie, obsession, sex work, sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamics

A/N: Made for a little fic swap between myself and @actuallysaiyan! I hope you love it!

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @sweet-chocolate-sweet,

Toshinori has never had time for romance. For so long he stayed so busy with hero work he didn’t even notice the empty spot in his life. How can you notice that you don’t have anyone to hold at night when you don’t bother going home until your body is nearly useless from exhaustion? You can’t notice how nobody celebrates your birthday with you if you spend all day working instead. He doesn’t notice it until the empty spot has become a great black hole, and then he spends night after night tossing and turning in bed with empty arms. 

He knows it's his fault. He never made room in his life for anything else besides fighting villains and being a symbol of peace. It feels like the time for flowers and romance has passed him by. Even if he wanted to try to find someone, who would want him: a broken-down hero who has never even been intimate with anyone aside from one late-night makeout session with Dave that took place (what feels like) a lifetime ago? 

The first time he saw the ad, he was watching porn. His cock was in his hand, ready for action. Instead of focusing on the pretty girl sucking a cock, his eyes instantly find an elegantly designed ad that looks quite out of place among the lewd positions that accompanied the rest. 

‘Are you lonely?’ the ad says in its pristine script. Then a smaller font says, ‘We can match you with the perfect companion?’

“Of course I’m lonely,” he rolls his eyes and tries to just ignore the ad. He watches the pretty girl on her knees, trying to imagine he’s the one grabbing her hair and thrusting into her mouth. 

As soon as he cums, thick strings that cover his fist, he thinks about that damn ad again. He tosses his phone to the side and goes to clean himself up. However, when he picks the phone up again the ad is still there. This time he can’t help letting curiosity get the better of him. He clicks the ad and is taken to a surprisingly well-designed website. The information he scrolls through explains that the company would require him to take a few different types of personality quizzes and evaluations all to match him with his ‘perfect companion’. 

The fine print, of course, is that his perfect companion will only accompany him for a fee, a percentage of which goes to the matchmaker. That’s the part that causes him to click off the ad and try to put it completely out of his mind. It would be an absolute scandal if it was ever found out that All Might had paid someone for companionship, and maybe even more if— 

No. He can’t let himself picture it. 

Over the next few days, he tries quite valiantly to forget about the whole idea. Still, he can’t completely put it out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. It would solve many problems for him if he was brave enough to go through with it. He wouldn’t have to worry about going through the whole dating ordeal to find someone, the company would take care of that. 

‘Don’t even think about it,’ he tries over and over to dissuade himself.

A week passed before he signed up. He did it so fast that he didn’t even have time to stop himself. There was no time to second guess. He needed someone badly, and this was the one time he would throw some money at a problem in hopes of fixing it. 

It took a couple more days for the company to respond. It came as an email with the attached profiles of three potential partners for him that he could choose from. There was a file that highlighted the complementary qualities as well as points of interest for Toshinori to keep in mind. 

The moment he saw your photos, he felt his heart race with excitement. You are beyond pretty— you’re a goddess as far as he’s concerned. You included some racy boudoir shots in your photo album, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in response. He imagined himself in that dim lighting with you, slowly peeling off that nearly sheer robe to reveal the lace bustier underneath. 

He chooses you without even looking at the third profile. 

***

Your first meeting with Toshinori has to go perfectly. Although you’re nervous as can be, you want this to go well. As soon as the two of you started texting, you felt a connection. He was genuine and easy to talk to. You had a lot in common, including a love for indie movies. However, what sticks out to you the most is how kind he is. Most men would’ve already been asking for nudes or videos, but Toshinori hasn’t even initiated a sexting session. The few times he sent you anything flirty, you were sure it was an accident. He’s gentle, and you like that about him. 

When you walk into the coffee shop for the first time, he’s stunned by the sight of you. For a moment you linger by the door, pretty eyes carefully scanning the room for him. He watches the sweet smile rise to your lips, you’re so excited you even bounce a little bit before coming to the table. He stands up and pulls your chair out for you. 

“I’m glad you made it,” he says shyly, he can barely even look at you right now. If he thought you were a goddess just from the photos, he’s convinced of it now that he’s seen you in person. The photos didn’t do you justice. 

Instead of taking a seat right away, you hug him first. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down, “Me too! I’ve been so excited to meet you!” 

Years of hero work have made Toshinori aware of when people are lying to him, and he’s shocked to find that you’re genuine in the sentiment. He wonders if you also feel as overwhelmingly nervous as he does. 

“It’s a good thing we’re both here, then,” he chuckles softly as he takes a seat across from you. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.” 

He spends a few moments just staring at you longingly. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, and that such a beautiful girl is so happy to be with him. 

“I’m gonna go order some coffee,” you say sweetly, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“Wait, allow me!” he says as he stands up. “I’ll get it.” 

“Oh, okay!” you tell him your order, and he makes his way up to the front. 

You feel so happy right now. He’s just as adorable and kind as you expected him to be. You can’t wait to see how things go with him. Maybe this time, you finally found a man who wants to take care of you and who will still treat you kindly. The first sugar daddy you found was rude and cruel to you. Toshinori seems different. You almost feel like you’d be happy to be with him even without the prospect of money, but unfortunately, tuition and rent won’t pay themselves. Still, there’s no law saying you can’t have true feelings for him. 

When he returns, he sets your coffee down in front of you. To your surprise, he also sets down a small white box with an assortment of pastries inside. 

“I thought we might like snacks while we talk,” he says bashfully. 

“That’s lovely, Toshinori! Thank you,” you smile at him. 

He feels his cheeks burning at your praise. He’s really done it, he’s made you happy. For the briefest of moments all is right in the world. 

*** 

Pleasing you becomes his favorite pastime. Whether he’s taking you out shopping or he has your legs spread while he eagerly eats you out, there’s nothing he loves more than taking care of you. He becomes obsessed with you in his own way. He leases you an apartment close to his, and that only lasts a few months before he’s asking you to move in with him. You drop the company altogether when he makes a fuss about you having to give a percentage of your ‘allowance’ to them. 

“I want it all to go to you, babygirl,” he had said on the night he brought up the idea. Secretly, he also wanted to make sure he kept you. 

It’s a dream come true for you. The live-in sugar baby to a man who adores you with his whole being and treats you like you walk on water is not a bad gig. Except you feel guilty at times. He gives you so much, and yet he never really asks for anything in return. You’ve offered him things, but he’s so shy he can’t imagine going through with anything. He’s never even mentioned sex. 

You have to take matters into your own hands. 

One night after dinner, you guide him to the bedroom. You have him sit on the bed and wait for you. 

“I have a little surprise, daddy,” you explain with a playful wink before disappearing into the large, walk-in closet. 

Once you close the door, you begin changing into a silk and lace nightgown. When you emerge again, Toshinori’s eyes widen. 

“Oh…y-you look beautiful!” he says as he stands up to come to you. His hands are gentle on your hips. 

“You like it, daddy?” 

“I love it,” he leans down to kiss you. “You look like an angel.” 

When he starts guiding you towards the bed, you know what he wants to do. However, you don’t want him spoiling you tonight. You want to take care of him, this time completely. 

“Don’t, baby,” you kiss him again, then lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’re holding his gaze as you reach for his belt. “Let me take care of you, daddy. Please?” 

“Babygirl, I don’t want to…Disappoint you.” 

“Why would I be disappointed? I love everything about you, Toshinori. Absolutely everything.” 

His cheeks turn pink as he looks down at you. He runs his fingers through your hair gently. “Alright, alright. Show me what you can do, sweetheart.” 

You’d intended to do just that. You wanted to rock his world, to show him all the things he seems to have missed out on. There were quite a few tricks up your sleeve you wanted to pull out, but you didn’t get the chance. When your hand wraps around his throbbing cock it only takes a trio of gentle strokes before thick strings of cum are covering your face. 

“Oh!” you pull away just from the surprise of it. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Toshinori’s big cock is still halfhard as he tries to force it back into his boxers. He had expected to be able to last longer, after all he jerks off regularly, but there was something different about having you touch him that made him lose control. He begins gently wiping the cum off your face with his shirt. 

“It’s okay, it happens,” you say half-heartedly. 

“No, fuck, no it doesn’t,” he sighs. He sits back down on the bed, his face in his hands to avoid looking at you. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you assure him again. You sit between his knees, massaging his thighs gently. “Look at me, Toshinori,” you coax his hands from his face. 

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he caresses your cheek. “You know I don’t expect you to lie to me just because you think its what I want to hear.” 

“I’m not lying, daddy,” you kiss his hands gently. His half-hard cock stiffens a little more in response. You suck on his fingers. Then you reach out to free him from his pants again. You kiss and suck on the tip of his cock gently, and he stiffens fully in your hand. “Perfect, daddy. That’s good.” 

“Fuck, baby…” he shakes his head, surprised but also pleased by your tenacity. 

You manage to take him deep down your throat. He is trembling as he tries to hold himself back from cumming again. The pleasure is unlike anything he’s ever known before. His hands tangle in your hair, ready to pull you off of him in an instant if he thinks he’s gonna make an ass of himself again. 

You pull off his cock gently, giving it one more kiss before looking up at him. You stand up and strip off your nightgown, leaving it in a wilting pile at your feet. His eyes are drinking in every inch of your body. He reaches out to touch you, starting at your waist and moving down the curve of your hips. 

“I want you inside of me, Toshinori. I’ve wanted it for a long time,” you whisper softly as you carefully settle on his lap, straddling him. You caress his cheeks gently and run your fingers through his hair. 

“Baby, are you sure?” he kneads gently as your waist, just underneath your tits. He never wants to make you feel like you owe him anything. He wants you to do this because you want him as much as he’s craved you. 

“I’m more than sure,” you kiss him softly, then a little deeper. 

His tongue is soft and warm against yours. You reach down to guide his cock to your entrance. He feels like a teenage boy, shaking with excitement. His head lulls against your shoulder as you sink down his length, letting out a soft moan as your pussy stretches around his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you pant softly. 

He grunts, “Don’t say things like that.” 

“Why not?” you giggle softly. You kiss him deeply and continue rocking your hips. 

You don’t quite get to pick up a good pace before you feel him tense up. His fingers dig into your hips as he floods your pussy with his cum. You slow to a stop. He rolls you onto your back, and begins thrusting sloppily. 

“I can keep going,” he growls softly. 

He buries his face against the curve of your neck as he fucks you. He’s sloppy, but oh so eager. You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands are tangled in his hair. Every so often you give it a firm tug just to make him growl against your neck. With every thrust, his cock hits your sweet spot. 

It’s perfect. Everything you had imagined in the last few months failed to live up to the reality of the man you adore making love to you. He reaches down to rub your clit to pull out even more pleasure from you. When you reach your climax, he treasures the way his name sounds being cried from your lips with so much adoration. It means everything to him. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants, punctuating every cry with another thrust. He cums inside of you one final time, clinging to you like you could disappear if he loosened his grip. 

When you both come down from your orgasms, he pulls out of you gently. He lays beside you, pulling you to his chest and playing with your hair. 

“You were worth the wait,” you giggle softly. 

“I’m glad, baby.” 

He kisses your forehead gently, then he peels himself away from you. He pulls his pants back up, then goes to the bathroom. A few moments later, you hear the water running for a bath. Toshinori prepares to continue spoiling you. 

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Apple of My Eye Chapter Twenty-Six

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six: Evermore

Summary: The End (or the start of something new) arrives.

Thank you so much for joining me for Apple of My Eye. This story has been in my head for literal years, so to finally get it on paper and have so many people enjoy it is a true honor, I love you all! I hope you guys find other stories of mine you enjoy as this one comes to a closer. I will always remember Harry and MC fondly. But for now, until I see you ago, I must bid you adieu! I hope you, too, live Happily Ever After! -Mouse

            Harry’s lips touched (Y/N)’s, and a light erupted from them. It was a regal red that faded to gold as the light faded. Harry leaned back and looked at (Y/N) with wide eyes.

            Their eyes fluttered, and Harry’s heart lit up. Their eyes opened, and he let out a breath. (Y/N) looked at him and smiled slightly.

            “Harry,” they said, reaching up to him. They cupped his face, and he smiled.

            “(Y/N),” he said.

            They leaned up, and he supported them. The moment his arms were around them, (Y/N) pulled Harry in and kissed him. Instantly, Harry kissed back, and he pulled them as close as he could.

            “I love you,” whispered (Y/N) between kisses. “I love you, Harry.”

            “You love you, too,” said Harry. “I love you, Highness.”

            “You truly love me,” said (Y/N), smiling as they kissed him.

            “I do,” said Harry, nearly laughing at the rush saying it gave him. “I love you with my entire heart. Truly.”

            “And I truly love you,” said (Y/N). “I love you, Harry.”

            Their kiss ended, and they gazed at one another.

            “I can barely believe it,” said Harry. “I don’t deserve you, Highness—”

            “You do,” said (Y/N). “Because I love you. And you love me. That’s all that matters.” They smiled. “Alright?”

            “You’re always right, love,” said Harry.

            “Love?” repeated (Y/N).

            “I think the name fits you,” said Harry.

            “I love it,” said (Y/N), smiling as they held his face. “I love you.” They would never get tired of saying it. Not now that they had admitted it. Not now that Harry had said it, too. They would say it forever.

            “We’ve got to tell everyone,” said Harry as they leaned in for another kiss. He stepped back and helped them stand. “They’ve all been worried about ya, love.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Oh my—I know who the culprit is, we need to handle that—”

            “Fleur is in custody,” said Harry. “She ain’t hurting anyone else.” He cracked a slight grin. “And her stunt as a villain convinced the troublemakers to apologize.”

            “I fall asleep for a few days, and every problem gets solved.” (Y/N) chuckled. “I should get cursed more often.”

            “If that means I get to kiss you, it’s fine with me, love,” teased Harry. It was so natural to be playful, to be in love with them.

            (Y/N) laughed as they walked towards the door. They squeezed his hand. “Come on. Let’s tell everyone.”

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            “(Y/N)!” Evie sprinted and hugged her friend tight. “You’re awake!”

            “I am,” said (Y/N), hugging Evie back.

            “Looks like someone was brave enough to kiss their royal awake,” said Uma, and though her words were teasing, her smile was genuine. She was glad (Y/N) was awake.

            “How?” said Ben. He trailed off and looked at Harry. “Oh. Wow.”

            “I’m glad you’re alright,” said Mal, smiling. “And I’m glad you two finally told one another.”

            “Me, too,” said (Y/N).

            “Sweetheart? Oh my god—You’re awake!” Snow White and Florian had entered the room.

            “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” (Y/N) smiled happily.

            Snow White and Florian grabbed their child and pulled them into a hug.

            “You’re awake. I was so worried! I’m so, so glad you’re alright,” said Snow White, holding them tight.

            “We were so worried,” said Florian. “We’re so relieved, sweetheart.”

            “I’m glad to see you guys. I missed you,” said (Y/N), hugging their parents. They looked at them and smiled. “And I have someone for you to meet.” They stepped back and held out their hand to Harry. “Mom, Dad, this is Harry.” They smiled. “My True Love.”

            Snow White and Florian exchanged a look. They smiled. Their child had found their True Love.

            Harry smiled back at (Y/N) as if they were the only person who existed in the world.

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            “Hello, everyone!” said Ben, standing with Mal on the balcony above the courtyard of Auradon Prep.

            “As many of you know, Fleur has been taken into custody for casting curses on multiple of our classmates,” said Mal. “She did so to sew discord within our groups. She wanted us to not come together in a new era.”

            “But we’re stronger than that,” said Ben. “With the help of Mal’s magic and Fairy Godmother, all of the curses on our friends have been lifted.”

            “Even (Y/N) is awake,” said Mal, gesturing for them to step out as people in the crowd whispered.

            (Y/N) walked onto the balcony, wearing yellow jeans and a blue blouse covered in red hearts. They smiled at everyone as the crowd brightened upon seeing them awake. The rumor had gotten around about their True Love curse, so to see them awake was a shock.

            “Hello,” said (Y/N), waiting for the chatter to die down. “It’s good to be back. And it’s good to know that everyone has recovered.”

            “Fleur didn’t win,” said Ben. “But there are other people like her.”

            “We will not let our prejudices win,” said Mal, looking at the crowd. “We’re going to come together.” She gestured to the crowd, and Eris stepped out.

            “I—We, everyone who agreed with me—We were all wrong,” said Eris. “The VKs, they’re people from the Isle. We all assumed the worst about them, but it was someone from Auradon who was willing to curse us. We can’t judge people from where they come from.”

            “We have to give everyone a chance,” said (Y/N), smiling. They held out their hand, and Harry, wearing a loose red pirate shirt and navy blue pants, took it. “A chance to belong and to love. Because we all deserve it.”

            “So.” Evie stepped up and smiled. “Who’s ready to take a chance?”

            “I know we’re ready,” said Uma, grinning.

            “We’re ready to take a chance!” cheered the crowd.

(All) “If you change your mind (take a chance) (Take a, take a chance-chance) I’m the first in line Honey, I’m still free (take a chance) Take a chance on me (take a, take a chance-chance)”

            Although the Auradon kids and VKS had started on separate sides of the courtyard, they slowly began to approach one another, smiling shyly.

(All) “If you need me (take a, take a chance-chance) Let me know, gonna be around (take a chance) If you’ve got no place to go, when you’re feeling down (take a chance) (Take a chance, take a, take a chance-chance) (Take a chance, take a, take a chance-chance)”

            The music slowly picked up, and a few of the braver kids stepped forward. Eris stood at the front with Thea and Farley, extending a sympathetic hand to the VKs. Beside them were Herod, Esme, Chad, Adrian, and Nazareen. All of the former troublemakers, the mentors, and the cursed people were willing to offer peace and a new start.

(Auradon Kids) “If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

            At the front of the VKs, Uma, Celia, Gil, and Dizzy stepped out boldly. They were ready to take a chance on the Auradon kids and show them that they were worth the same chance. Hesitating a bit, but ultimately deciding to step up, were Giselle, Yvon, and Francis. They had been the VKs with the most dislike of the Auradon kids, but they, too, were following their parents’ footsteps, and they were ready for a new chance.

(VKs) “Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie If you put me to the test, if you let me try.”

            The Auradon kids held out their hands.

(Auradon Kids) “Take a chance on me.”

            The Isle kids took their hands, and the groups began to mix.

(VKs) “Take a chance on me.”

            (Y/N) smiled as they watched the dancing and squeezed Harry’s hand. They spun and shimmied with a wink.

(Y/N) “We can go dancing—” (All) “Oh-oh.”

            Harry pulled them close and swayed them.

(Harry) “We can go walking—” (All) “Yeah.”

            (Y/N) put their arms around his neck, and Harry lifted them for a spin.

(Y/N) “As long as we’re together.” (All) “As long as we’re together.”

            (Y/N) hummed as they were put down and spun away from him. They stood on the stairs and took a step down. Harry took a step after them.

(Y/N) “Listen to some music—” (All) “Oh-oh.”

            As (Y/N) took a step down the stairs, Harry took a step after them, perfectly in sync as they teased him with a chase.

(Harry) “Maybe just talking—” (All) “Yeah.”

            (Y/N) reached the bottom of the stairs to enter the larger dance group of VKs and Auradon kids. Harry caught up to them and grabbed them from behind, spinning them. They laughed and grinned, leaning back to kiss him on the cheek.

(Y/N) “Get to know you better.” (All) “Get to know you better.”

            Ben took Mal’s hand and pulled her to the stairs, ready to head down to their people.

(Ben) “ ‘Cause you know I’ve got, So much that I wanna do—”

            Mal grinned as she danced down the stairs with him.

(Mal) “When I dream I’m alone with you, it’s magic!”

            Evie and Doug skipped down the stairs (Y/N) and Harry had gone down, posing teogehter in a dramatic dip.

(Evie) “You want me to leave it there!” (Doug) “Afraid of a love affair!”

            Jane leaned on Carlos’s shoulder sweetly before pulling him down to the crowd.

(Jane) “But I think you know—” (Carlos) “That I can’t let go.”

            Everyone grabbed each other’s hands and began to dance around. They jumped and did the pretzel, twirling around one another.

(All) “If you change your mind, I’m the first in line, Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

            (Y/N) held Harry’s hands tightly as they danced, happy to be with their love and finally dancing in tandem with him with a happy future before them.

(All) “If you need me, let me know, gonna be around, If you’ve got no place to go, when you’re feeling down.”

            Doug and Evie spun onto the dancefloor, grabbing Ben and Mal to drag them along. Carlos and Jane pushed Lonnie and Jay together to dance before laughing.

(All) “If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown, Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

            Celia and Dizzy grabbed the hands of two Auradon girls, and the princesses and VKs laughed as they danced.

            The Auradon kids pointed at the VKs before bowing.

(Auradon Kids) “Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie.”

            The VKs bowed in return and put a hand to their chest in a vow.

(VKs) “If you put me to the test, if you let me try.” (All) “Take a chance on me, Take a chance on me.”

            Harry and (Y/N) arrived at the middle of the crowd, and he spun them before getting onto one knee and spinning them back so they’d sit on his knee. They threw their head back and laughed.

(Harry) “Oh, you can take your time baby.” (All) “Oh-oh.” (Harry) “I’m in no hurry.” (All) “Yeah.”

            He winked and squeezed their waist.

(Harry) “Know I’m gonna get you.” (All) “Know I’m gonna get you.”

            As the crowd echoed his words, couples—old and new—grabbed each other’s hands. Mal and Ben clasped each other closed. Jane posed with Carlos as he break-danced. Lonnie and Jay showed each other their moves, grinning all the while. Doug and Evie jumped to the beat, looking only at one another.

            (Y/N) tipped Harry’s chin up with a sweet smile.

(Y/N) “You don’t wanna hurt me.” (All) “Oh-oh.” (Y/N) “Baby don’t worry.” (All) “Yeah.”

            (Y/N) winked at him, leaned in, and pecked his lips.

(Y/N) “I ain’t gonna let you.”

            They stood up and pulled him to his feet to dance once more. Harry held them close with a grin.

(All) “I ain’t gonna let you.”

            Again, the echo brought people together to dance. If anyone looked closely, they’d even see some unexpected pairs dancing. Gil and Herod were moving to the beat together. Eris had even shyly taken Uma’s hand when it was offered, but the moment Uma spun her, Eris was grinning and singing along with everyone else with confidence.

(All) “Let me tell you now!”

            Mal, Evie, (Y/N), Carlos, and Jay pointed at their respective partners with a grin.

(Mal, Evie, (Y/N), Carlos, Jay) “My love is strong enough! To last when things are rough!” (Auradon Kids and VKs) “It’s magic!”

            Ben, Doug, Harry, Jane, and Lonnie pointed back at their significant others.

(Ben, Doug, Harry, Jane, Lonnie) “You say that I waste my time, But I can’t get you off of my mind!”

            Their pointing hands became outstretched palms, and they pulled one another in.

(Mal, Evie, (Y/N), Carlos, Jay, Ben, Doug, Harry, Jane, Lonnie) “No, I can’t let go, ‘Cause I love you so.”

            They leaned in and kissed one another as the dancing continued in a swirl of color and joy around the clearing where they stood.

(All) “If you change your mind, I’m the first in line, Honey, I’m still free, Take a chance on me, If you need me, let me know, gonna be around, If you’ve got no place to go, when you’re feeling down.”

            The group in the middle took one another’s hands and began to dance. Gil and Uma came from the outside circle to join the giant circle of friendship, and their friends smiled at them as they glanced back and waved at Herod and Eris, who smiled back before joining the joyful dance around the courtyard. Apparently, a lot of people were getting new chances of all types.

(All) “If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown, Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me, Gonna do my very best, baby can’t you see? Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me, Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me.”

            The dancing wasn’t even organized, it was just people frolicking and loving the idea of being free to just be themselves, find friendship, find purple, find love.

(All) “Ba-ba-ba-ba-baa, ba-ba-ba-ba-baa, Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

            (Y/N) put their hand to their heart and smiled at Harry as he held them by the waist.

(Y/N) “Gonna do my very best, baby can’t you see?”

            They were promising to be who Harry deserved, his True Love. Harry took their hand from their heart and pressed it to his.

(Harry) “Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me.”

            He was willing to show (Y/N) how much he loved them every day. He wasn’t afraid to love them. He would shout it to the world.

(All) “Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me.”

            The dancing was spreading through the courtyard, up onto the terraces, and into the buildings of Auradon. Everyone who hadn’t come to the announcement was pulled from their rooms, people were dancing on tables, people were using magic to bring flowers to life throughout the area, and the entire world was alive with joy.

(All) “Ba-ba-ba-ba-baa, ba-ba-ba-ba-baa, Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me, Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see? Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me, Ba-ba-ba-ba-baa, ba-ba-ba-ba-baa.”

            As the singing ended, people cheered and hugged one another. Couples embraced one another and kissed their partners. All around was love and happiness and hope, all ingredients for a new and better future.

            Harry drew (Y/N) close and gazed into their eyes. “I love you, Highness. Truly.”

            “I love you, pirate,” said (Y/N), hands lacing around his neck. “Forevermore.”

            “Truly and forevermore,” said Harry softly.

            “Truly and forevermore,” agreed (Y/N).

            Harry and (Y/N) leaned in and kissed one another. A future of love and joy stretched out before them. True Love thrummed with everlasting strength in their hearts.

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Hello! Saw that your requests are open, love your writing!! Would you consider writing for Skyfire? I'd love to cuddle him and wish there was more x reader content for him. Either IDW or G1 up to you, and feel free to ignore if you'd rather not to!

skyfire/jetfire x reader

[a/n: hi!! omg, yes!! also, im sorry chat all I can write is hurt/comfort atm. many apologies.]

The effort scrounged was almost admirable, given the amount it took to stifle it, swallowing that sadness that had crept up the back of your throat. Though heavy evidence sufficed that you tried, yet it all was in vain as it was evident something was amiss, a fact that he would never ignore.

He’s categorically certain that warble in your words he’s never heard in past conversations. It fills his chassis with an overwhelming sense of apprehension and restlessness, presenting him immediately with a problem he does not know, but wishes to solve in a trice.

If Jetfire finds any words in your language to describe the tremble in your tone, they do not come to him easily. He’s instantly distressed, a slew of sentences rushing and fighting to escape first, but no combinations make any sense to say. This strikes him oddly, as usually there is never any ceasefire amongst conversation with you, always able to keep it from dropping off into a state of silence.

“Maybe tomorrow, okay?” You push forward, the slight quiver now nearly obsolete. “I’m not good company.”

But you’re always good company. It lingers longer than he’d like to admit, wanting to disagree with your argument wholeheartedly. It tips on the edge of his glossa, ready to be argued, but he’s spent too much time trying to pick apart the underlying message within your proposal.

“Jay?” You whisper when a moment too long passes, wondering if the call had dropped, as it has many times previously. “Are you still there?”

“Hm?” He muses, still unsure of how to proceed. “Apologies. Yes, I’m still here,”

“Oh.” It’s awkward, and that’s something you hate that arises even if it’s warranted. You’ve upset him, this is obvious, though it’s the last thing you wanted of the entire encounter. “Is…that okay?”

Would it be too forward to say that it’s not alright? In any other instance your cancellation would surely unsettle him, but he would not argue. You’re upset. You’re feeling an emotion that yanks on the chains of his own processor, wanting to be the protector, but also the consoler.

“Of course.” He settles on, opting to circle around this carefully, as to not push you further away. “May I ask you something? Before you go?”

In turn you pause, and Jetfire swears he can hear the gears turning in your head until you ultimately reply.

“Sure.” You sniff, trying to pass it off as normal, but it only slowly spikes his budding concern even more. “I can do that.”

“Whatever is the matter?” There’s a very muffled jolt at his inquiry, as if you were about to fall out of your chair. Without much hesitation, he continues, hopeful not to loose his insistence. “I can tell something isn’t right. But if you’re going to lie, please, at least humor me.”

An expected sigh, then you clear your throat twice before presenting a reply. “I should have known better to try and hide anything from you.” There’s a bout of static, as if you were moving around to another location to finish your sentence. “I’m fine.”

That did little to ease his worry, though he opted to let you go for now and try and reach you later on. “Alright.” He says, but doesn’t mean it. “Talk later then?”

“Yes.” You exhale, as if holding in an unforeseen breath. “I’ll talk to you later,”

Goodbyes are exchanged before the line clicks dead, leaving two parties isolated and unable to process their immediate problems. Jetfire cannot solve your unknowns in a timely manner, he doesn’t even know what he can do to help you, but the irresolution doesn’t last very long.

Within five minutes or so, he’s already too far gone into a haphazardly tossed together plan, redialing once more. He’s found himself uncharacteristically impatient, the line hardly clicks alive before he jumps straight out and says it, worry very present and then some.

Somehow, you conceded. Though not proud, his options were limited and the threat of sending Red Alert to your house was enough to make your situation a little more clear.

It tips on the edge of your tongue, eyelids heavy as your held securely against the side of his face. Jetfire mumbles, lips moving against the cotton of your jacket, thumb brushing against your leg in short motions. He’d wrangled you to the Ark without much effort, but partially, you knew you wanted his company. But didn’t want to be bad company, so instead absolved yourself from the comfort that was most desperately needed.

He doesn’t want you to fall asleep, wishes you would shed some of your burdens onto his shoulders. Jetfire would do it in an instant, but in this very moment, you wanted something else. And with how simple of a thing it was, he was in no position to deny such a request.

“Don’t,” He says, impossibly treading closer. “Don’t say it. Just…sleep.”

You swallow the resounding ‘I’m fine’ back, instead offering words you truly meant. “Thank you,”

Jetfire doesn’t reply, but it’s only because he catches your eyes finally closing, sensing it’s been a bit since you’d had a proper nights rest.