#that's kind of how it goes with me and writing

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

To love me better

Tags: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna x fem!Reader, american!Reader, forced/arranged marriage, dark romance trope, dead dove, age gap romance (reader is around 21-22, Sukuna is 37), cursing, suggestive language, use of nicknames like “doll” and “kitten”, use of y/n, use of “good girl”, NSFW, MDNI, Sukuna is his own warning.

Synopsis: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna owns all of entertainment district. You’re trying to work to put yourself through law school. He has a proposition for you, and you have one for him. Chaos ensues.

An: I love how I started out on Tumblr as a Gojo girlie, but I quickly became a Toji girlie. However, I write the most fics about Sukuna. He’s just so interesting. I want to eat him.

Part one. | Part two.

*art creds for sukuna image goes to @.maru6 here on tumblr

Nothing could ruin the rest of your night, nothing.

Not when you were counting up the money you made from tonight alone, and it was enough to keep you steady for over three months. You might not even have to work this job for long. Student loans be damned.

You were sat at the bar after closing. Your phone screen dimly illuminated that it was well past four in the morning, and your battery was running low.

The club was much less intimidating now. The music was dulled down to a low hum. The lights were on, exposing the club for what it actually looked like. Janitorial services were walking around while disinfecting every surface imaginable.

Honestly, the stranger’s words that he would be back had long left your mind. At first, you were nervous. You kept looking to the door, expecting for him to be there. You were jumpier too, and you started looking at your customers wearier.

Then, you realized it was probably a hollow threat. He had clearly had business with the Gojo clan, and he may not even make it out alive from that.

Yorozu was wiping down the bar and cleaning up. Since your customers were the last to leave, you were tasked with staying behind with her so you two could leave together. The club liked to use a buddy system for all of the girls. Of course, security personnel members were still posted at each and every corner.

“Sheeesh girl, you must have a natural talent for this,” Yorozu whistled as she watched you count through the massive pile or money before you. Most of it came from that stranger’s pocket.

“It must’ve been a hidden talent,” you meekly murmured with a small shrug, but you couldn’t bite back the small smile on your face. You felt elated, even if your feet were throbbing from the ridiculous heels you were wearing.

Yorozu grinned at you with a small laugh. She honestly found your calm and demure appearance to be charming, especially in this industry. “So humble,” she giggled. “Listen, some of the girls invest some of their money right back into the product to make sure they keep up with demand, but I don’t even think you need any of that.”

“The product? They invest in Malevolent Mass?”

“Girl no. They get work done. You know, a boob job here, tummy tuck there, a Brazilian butt lift if they’re brave enough. Remember, the product is your looks as well as the booze.”

“Oh… I don’t know,” you said sheepishly. The thought of walking around a courtroom with a BBL when you’re a lawyer didn’t necessarily strike you as professional, but to each their own.

“No, no, no, I get it. Like I said, I think you’re doing a good job with what you got. I’m trying to compliment you, silly.”

“Oh,” you exhale with a nervous laugh. You ease into the barstool, trying to remind your fight or flight instincts that Yorozu has been nothing but kind to you. You should relax around her. “Uh— I think you’re pretty too by the way.”

The bartender grins at you while she flips her high ponytail over her shoulder with a small wink. “Aww, thanks. I feel like I have the looks, but I don’t have the personality for a bottle girl. That’s why they stuck me back here.”

“Why is that?” you inquire, leaning your elbow on the bar as you prop your head up with your hand. Yorozu is working on cleaning off all the taps and nozzles.

“Because the first motherfucker to try and grab me is getting a bottle smashed across his head.”

You involuntarily laugh from the sudden bluntness of her words. Immediately, you imagine trying to defend her in court as her attorney, immediately taking a self-defense plea.

Before you can reply, tires screeching and motorcycles revving outside has you looking towards the door. Surely, it’s a couple of drunk people not realizing that the club is closed.

Then, the door swings open, and you can hear a few deep laughs echoing through the building. Security will deal with them, right?

You look up to Yorozu, wondering if she’ll end up telling them off instead, but you catch her fixing up her hair and pulling down her shirt a little bit further to expose her cleavage that was in fact — very pleasing to look at.

Feeling confused, you finally look over to who had entered the club, and your heart drops into your stomach. Instantly, your skin feels like TV static, and you have the instinct to run.

The handsome pink-haired stranger was walking towards the bar with a smirk planted on his face. His white button-up had been stained with a red splatter that you could only assume to be blood.

“Lord Sukuna,” Yorozu greets with a pretty smile.

Sukuna. You’ve heard that name before. Who was this man?

“Yorozu,” his gravely voice greets back. “Get my men a round, will ya? They deserve it.”

“Hell yeah! Drinks are on the boss tonight!”

“Boss! What about us, huh?” A security guard calls from his post on the second floor.

“The security men too, Yorozu.” He adds before he casually slides onto a barstool right next to you.

Surely, they’re just calling him boss out of terms of endearment.. You already met the manager, and this wasn’t him. Maybe he’s a friend of the owner..? Maybe…

“Good girl. You waited on me,” his voice lowly praises you as his eyes focus on your face. He finds your confusion and fear to be absolutely decadent. He’s going to savor this moment for as long as possible.

“I—“ your words get lodged in your throat as you don’t even know what to say right now. You have so many questions, but Sukuna’s men and security personnel are crowding around the bar. Everyone is too close, and you don’t want to embarrass yourself.

Yorozu planted a drink in front of every man including Sukuna, and she made one for herself. “What are we saying cheers to tonight?” she asked casually as she looked around the room.

“To the Gojo clan for being made up of a bunch of dimwits,” a man with short black hair called out, and he toasted his shot glass in the air. The rest of the men agreed, even Sukuna raised his shot glass before he tossed back his head, and the amber liquid slid down his throat.

Your eyes were zeroed in on the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and you traveled your gaze over to his hand, remembering the way his fingers tested your throat out while you cried on his lap. You felt a dull heat settle between your thighs, so you clenched them together to soothe the ache.

“You said you didn’t drink,” you whispered sheepishly to Sukuna while the men hooped and hollered in the bar, bragging about the easy hits they got off on the Gojo men.

“Oh doll,” Sukuna cooed as he looked over to you. He gave you a mock pity glance. “I lied.”

“Just like you lied about being the owner?” you questioned as you went to stand from your barstool. You didn’t need this. You made enough money in one night for three months. You could find another job before then. The last thing you needed was to get mixed up in a crowd like this.

A strong hand settled on your thigh, gripping it as he applied a little pressure to keep you sat. Sukuna cocked an eyebrow at your boldness. To think you could just walk away from him so easily…

“Did I ever specifically say that I wasn’t the owner?” he asked as he sat his shot glass down on the bar.

“Another round?” Yorozu spoke up. This was the most chipper you have seen her ever.

Sukuna merely waved his hand out her with an indifference that even made you want to flinch. However, she took it in stride and made everyone else another round, skipping you and Sukuna.

You still feel her eyes dig into your face as it’s obvious you and Sukuna are engaged in a pretty serious conversation.

“No, you didn’t, but I feel like that’s just lying by omission,” you say as your eyebrows furrow slightly. You can feel your stomach twisting in knots. A swirl of emotions settle in your body: shame, fear, and inexplicable arousal.

“Oh y/n, are you really the one to talk about liars hm?”

Your name on his lips fellt like a sucker punch to the gut… and the clit. You never gave him your name, only opting for your codename, but he knew who you were. It was only a matter of time before he knew what school you went to, what you were majoring in, everything…

You’re already in too deep.

Suddenly, everyone feels to close. Your clothes are itchy, and your hair is sitting on you in the wrong way. Everyone’s too loud, and the buzzing of the lights makes you want to rip off your skin.

Your breath picks up, shifting to small pants as you try to calm yourself down. You haven’t had a panic attack in so long... why now?

“Alright, hop up. Let’s go to my office,” Sukuna says as his hand lets go of your thigh, and he gently hovers it over your lower back as he stands up from his stool.

Nothing sounds worse than going to his office, except for staying here and breaking down in front of a bunch of Yakuza members and coworkers.

Your legs wobble beneath you, but Sukuna keeps a steady hand against you, grounding you to him as he carefully guides you up stairs.

“We’re almost there. You’re okay,” he sounds like he’s trying to comfort you, but allowing him to soothe you would be like cuddling up to a venomous snake when they wrap themselves around you. He’s sizing you up, looking at you like prey.

You’d pay more attention to your surroundings if you weren’t so focused on trying not to hyperventilate. You hear a small beep before a door opens. It’s locked by a fingerprint sensor, only Sukuna could enter.

He guides you to sit down before his desk, and you hear the door shut behind you.

“Let it out,” he lowly demands as he walks over to the corner of the office. He presses a button on a fan before it blows in your general direction. You’re grateful for the cool breeze as you let out a haggard sigh.

You silently bring yourself back down to earth. You were in a sticky situation now, but you’ve done nothing wrong. Sure, Sukuna is the owner of Malevolent Mass, and sure, he had his fingers down your throat earlier, but that’s not a crime.

His large figure stands before you as he rummages through his desk for a moment. Once he finds what he’s looking for, his gaze snaps back up to you.

“You’re not letting it out,” Sukuna grumbles as he steps behind you. His large hands comb through your hair. Your eyes involuntarily close, and you hone in on your five senses to ground yourself further.

You can feel the air from the fan blowing past you, and Sukuna’s fingers are gently combing through your hair. He gathers it up into his palms. His office smells like him, of leather and bourbon with a nice manly musk as well. The fan is quiet, but you can hear the small motor buzzing as its blades are propelling around. Opening up your eyes, you recognize that his office is quite bare. It doesn’t look like he’s here all that often.

By the time you’re finally feeling better, you realize that your hair is off your shoulders, and you look up to see Sukuna standing behind you, looking down at you.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you reach behind your head to see what he did, and you feel your hair tied up in a bun, using a pen to hold it in place.

He put your hair up in a bun for you.

“Did you think I chopped it all off?” he asks, not missing a beat with his smirk. Satisfied with your calmness, he walks around his desk before taking a seat.

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” you say slowly at your eyes look up to meet his. Being nervous wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you tried to remember the lessons in confidence that your law professor had given you. You straighten your back, pushing your shoulders back as you face Sukuna squarely. “So, should I call you boss too?”

He barks out a laugh from your little display. You really were nothing like anyone he’s ever met, and he’s met plenty of people from all walks of life. “Oh doll, I would much prefer if you said my name instead.”

His eyes rest upon you with an expectant gaze. He’s waiting for you to say it. He needs to hear you say his name.

“Okay… Sukuna,” you finally relent, choosing your battles wisely. “I— um,” Dammit, you’re already failing your confidence lessons. It’s something about Sukuna’s soft red eyes exploring over your face, like he’s hanging onto every word you say. “Thank you for getting me away from them and… helping me through that.”

“How precious,” Sukuna snickers as he leans back into his chair. “It’d do you well to know that everything I do is for the benefit of me, doll. Nevertheless, you’re welcome.”

“Putting my hair up in a bun benefitted you?” you press a bit, wondering just what his motives are now. Before, you assumed he was just some older rich man who was looking for a bit of play, but now… you weren’t so sure.

“I needed you calm before I sat down and spoke to you,” Sukuna answers as he watches your face carefully. He loves watching you try to piece everything together.

“Is this meeting some sort of performance review because if so, it’s rather late. I have other matters to tend to like trying to maintain some sort of proper sleeping schedule.”

“You’re rather mouthy to the man you work for, and for the man who forked up thousands of yen to you.”

A small sigh escapes you, knowing he has you under his thumb now. You should’ve never taken the money. You gave an inch, and now, he was going to take a mile.

“Oh darling, don’t look so down. I think it’s charming. It was just an observation on my part.”

You take a deep breath. You’re still at a loss for what was motivating him now. “Right… So, why am I in your office?”

“I have a proposition for you,” Sukuna says as he twirls a pen around his fingers. His digits effortlessly spin the pen in intricate circles, never losing grip or control.

“Listen— you’ve been exuberantly kind with your money, and I appreciate that, truly. But…”

“Aht, Let me finish,” he says in a lightly scolding tone. His eyes give you a disapproving look for interrupting him. “I don’t want you to work for me anymore. If anything was proven tonight, it was that you’re not cut out to be a bottle girl.”

Your jaw drops open, and your eyebrows furrow a little bit, forming a crease between them. He was firing you? How could he say that when Yorozu said you had a natural talent??

“Tch. Don’t take it as a bad thing, girl. Like I said, angels don’t last long in this industry. Consider it a favor that it’s ending with you being fired and not dead in a ditch.”

“Oh wow, thank you. How should I ever repay you?” you ask bitterly, barely holding back frustrated tears as they threatened to spill from your eyes. Your fists clenched at the hem of your dress. It’s just one setback after another.

“If you must, you can crawl under this desk and show me just how grateful you are,” Sukuna replies as he leans forward on the desk with a small smirk.

The audacity of this man makes you see red. He never misses a beat with his responses, and he’s fucking unshakable.

“So your proposal was for me to blow you for firing me-?” you ask incredulously.

“Oh doll, that would really be a treat, but no. I’m wanting something that can’t be obtained in just one night.”

“Please—“ you say before you pinch the bridge of your nose. You take a deep breath. Emotions don’t belong in negotiation, and that’s exactly what this is. “Can you be a little less cryptic? It’s been a long night, and to top it all off, I just got fired from the only job I’ve had.”

Sukuna’s quiet for a moment. His eyes roam over you before it looks like he finally takes pity on you. “Alright, I don’t want you working for me at Malevolent Mass. I think your set of skills would best be allocated elsewhere. Instead, I wanted to offer you a proposition.

“It’s clear that you’re money motivated, and before you throw some sort of tantrum, I’m not saying that as a bad thing. It’s just a fact. I want to support you through school, and in return, I just need you to be available to me.”

You stare for a long minute. Available to him. You could only guess what he meant by that. “You want a sugar baby,” you say slowly, narrowing your gaze at him.

The thought of letting him do more with his fingers than train your throat crosses your mind. You have to cross your legs to soothe the small thrumming feeling you feel deep in your core.

“Mmm, not quite. I’m not offering to buy you cute little outfits and fund your next beach trip. I’m offering to put you through school. Any expenses that relate to your schooling and/or living situation, I’ll handle. Actually, scratch that. I will buy you cute little outfits if they're for my eyes only,” Sukuna leans back in his chair, and his eyes stay glued onto your face.

“I can only assume that available to you means free use,” you scoff, rubbing your face in a stressed out gesture. You just made more money than you have ever seen, got fired, and propositioned to be a free use not-sugar baby all in one night.

“Smart girl,” he replies with a slight predatory grin.

You take a moment to wrack your brain for every little detail you’ve learned in your law classes so far. This deal seems like it benefits you, until he just gets tired or supporting you or until you don’t feel like doing a sexual favor for him.

He could also invoke his free use policy at any given time, demanding that you miss class or wake up in the dead of night.

There was also another problem.

“Free use of every inch of my body?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sukuna lets out another deep growly chuckle as he tips his head back. “This is what I get for trying to bargain with a future lawyer.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at the man across from you. “You know what I’m in school for?” you ask as your heart starts to thump harshly in your chest. You haven't mentioned that small detail to anyone at Malevolent Mass with the hopes that you could keep your work life and university life separate.

“Oh y/n, I know a lot more about you than you think, kitten. I don’t just hire anyone at Malevolent Mass, and I don’t just extend offers to just anyone either.”

You glance back towards the door, wondering if you could just run from this, but horror strikes you as you realize there’s a fingerprint sensor on this side too. The only person who could leave freely was Sukuna.

“Don’t look so petrified, doll, It was really a simple background check. I have to make sure those nasty dogs from the Gojo clan don’t try and weasel their way into my space.”

You look back to face him, trying to convince yourself that he was telling the truth. It was just a protocol procedure…

“You never answered my question. Will my entire body be free use to you?” you say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

Sukuna rests his elbows on the desk, and he gives you an almost bored expression now. “Yes. I’m not putting you through school just to experience only half of the fun, girl.”

“No thank you. I’ll pass.”

He looks interested now, peaking up at you with a small smirk. “What bothers you about that, doll? Is it the ass play? I’d be willing to give that up. Never been much of an ass guy anyway.”

“I wasn’t—“ your eyes widen as you realize you’d be giving up your whole body to whatever kinks he had in store. You hadn’t even thought about anything past vanilla sex. “No, that’s not why. I just— no deal.”

“I hear you, but tell me what’s spooking you off from taking my deal.”

“I made a promise to someone really close to me,” you don’t dare to mention your dad, not wanting Sukuna to pry anymore into your personal life than he already did. “I’m not willing to give myself up before marriage, especially not to some sort of free use deal.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. He shifts in his seat as his lips twitch upwards. Things just got much more interesting for him. “Ohhh, I see. You’re a cute little virgin, huh? I should’ve known based on how you cried from merely sitting in my lap.”

You swallow thickly, feeling your fight or flight instinct kick back in. He was acting as if you told him some sort of heirloom secret in your family. Your head slowly nods, not trusting your voice to speak.

“Hm. Alright, fine. Get out of my club, girl. And don’t let me see you here as a guest either unless you want me to bend you over my lap and discipline you myself.”

“I want to propose a counter offer.”

“Huh-?” Sukuna is rarely ever caught off guard. He prides himself on knowing everyone’s next moves, probably before they even know their next move. However, he did not foresee you, a meek little thing, giving him a counter offer.

“Are you not willing to hear me out? I’ll gladly leave with the money I made tonight,” you say, calling his bluff on kicking you out.

He quickly fixes his face from a look of surprise to another confident smirk. “Go on, doll. Show me what you got.”

“No free use. You support me through school financially including my livelihood and beyond that,” You purposely leave out the part where you don’t necessarily have a livelihood, but he’ll find that out sooner or later. “We get married, and then, you can have me as free use with the only stipulation that it can’t interfere with my school or work.”

Sukuna silently reaches over, and he clicks off the fan that was blowing on you earlier during your panic attack. A heavy silence fills the room, and his eyes bore into you.

“Are you looking to become the sole beneficiary of my life insurance policy, hm?” he finally breaks the silence, and a feline grin almost spreads across his face. He’s mocking you.

“No, you keep your life insurance policy to whoever it is. I’ll even sign a prenup stating that I’m not entitled to anything of yours in the event that we get divorced due to infidelity or any nefarious acts on my end,” you explain as your fingers subconsciously twiddle together.

Sukuna's silent for another moment as he weighs everything out in his head. You look down towards your hands, wondering if you just made some grave error in trying to negotiate. You should've just taken the money he gave you and ran.

“I take great pride in understanding human motives, doll. You’ve been one of the few to truly stump me. Tell me, why would you want to marry me? Because I know good and well it’s not to fulfill some promise to someone important to you. If it was about that, you’d understand that this… certain somebody would want you to marry for love, not for a contractual agreement.”

You licked your lips to wet them as you took what Sukuna said into consideration. You suppose he’s right. Your father didn’t want you to marry for some sort of mutually beneficial contract. Perhaps, your late father wanted you to marry so that you couldn’t be so easily abandoned again like your mother had abandoned you.

“Maybe you don’t understand because you’re on the inside,” you say slowly, keeping your eyes trained onto the floor. You felt your face warm with the unfamiliar feeling of vulnerability. Tears bit into your eyes.

“On the inside of what?” his question was more like a demand.

“Despite being born in this country, I am still on the outside. I don’t have a last name that anyone takes seriously. If I want to make change, people have to look at me with reverence and respect. Even being an outsider who doesn’t understand all the great family names of this land, your last name made me take heed. Your name demanded respect, and I want that same respect in turn for myself.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen but a fraction as his pupils dilate while looking at you. From the moment he knew your name and saw your pretty face, he knew you’d be interesting, but this? This took the cake for him.

“I need an heir for my… empire. If you’re married to me, I’ll expect at least one, though you should expect that I’ll keep your hands and stomach full with wifely duties,” Sukuna said, testing to see how you’d react.

“I want my degree first,” you expertly counteroffer, looking back up at him in the eyes. You were really agreeing to marry this man and have his children, but you have no earthly idea what his ‘empire’ truly was.

“Done. What else would you like, doll?” Sukuna easily agrees. His body leans forward into the desk. You’re so fucking tantalizing to him, and you don’t even know it. His heart is beating wildly in his chest. This is the same high he chases right before a well deserved kill. The only other person who has made him feel this same way without dying was Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo clan.

“If you’re really a…” The word ‘yakuza’ dies on your lips. People didn’t throw around that word so frivolously. “If you and your business partners outside this office subscribe to that sort of kinship, I want to be as clueless about it as El Chapo’s wife. Please, give me plausible deniability.”

You could feel your moral compass shattering just from the mere bargaining of this. Just because you didn’t see something, doesn’t make it any less real. You were just turning a blind eye to Sukuna’s crimes… just like how corporations turned a blind eye to your father.

You try to remind yourself that this was for the greater good. You wanted revenge and penance for all the workers who have suffered at the hands of greedy men. You had to play to win.

This was only temporary. Once you established yourself in the field of law, you wouldn’t need Sukuna’s last name. By that time, he would likely already grow tired of you and move onto the next young pretty thing that fell onto his lap. Both of you would move onto different things.

Sukuna let out a deep, rich laugh that only men of high status could give. “Darling, I wouldn’t dream of involving you in my work, as long as you don’t involve me in yours.”

You let out a deep breath. This was really happening. What would your father say about the life you had chosen to live?

Your future husband slowly held out his hand to you. His palm was rough and calloused. The small splatter of blood on his white button-up spoke volumes to you. This was a man you didn’t want to cross.

“A deal, then?” his voice coated you in a false sense of security. Sukuna was terrifying, but in a way, he also brought you comfort.

“Before I shake your hand, I want the right to end our engagement should I change my mind. I’ll forfeit the money, and I’ll never step foot in the entertainment district. I’ll also never utter a word about anything I may have seen during our engagement.”

Sukuna kept his hand extended towards you. “The door your eyes kept glancing to has been unlocked this entire time, darling. The fingerprint sensor isn’t even active right now. You’re free to walk away from me all the way until you say I do,”

You glanced down at his hand then up to his eyes. He’s wearing a subtle smirk that tells you that he’s comfortable right now. You take his hand, and you shake on it before you could think wiser.

“Good girl. We can go over more explicit details the next time we meet,” your future husband smiles — a real genuine smile, and he stands up from his desk. His hands go to unbuttoning his shirt.

“I—“ your words get caught in your throat as Sukuna shrugs off his button-up shirt. His muscles look as though they’ve been delicately sculpted by one of the greatest artists to ever live. His tattoo, lines and circles that seem to have no other purpose, only accentuate every hill and ditch on his body. No, Sukuna’s not some sort of man — he’s a god.

“What are you doing?” your voice is about an octave too high, betraying your nervousness. You quickly stop yourself from staring, opting to cover your eyes up with your hands.

“Oh doll, don’t be shy,” he teases with a throaty laugh. He’s enjoying watching you squirm over him. “I’m for your enjoyment now, seeing as though we’re engaged.”

You hear fabric rustling, and you take the chance to peek between your fingers to see what he’s doing. He had another shirt tucked away in his desk, and he was now buttoning it up across his chest.

His old shirt was no where to be seen. He must’ve already expertly discarded it for no one to find.

You slowly stand as well, taking the hint that this conversation was coming to an end. You look for your bag before you realize that you must’ve left it at the bar when Sukuna led you up to his office during your panic attack.

“Come, doll. I’ll take you home,” Sukuna says, beckoning to you like an owner would their dog. He opens the door, proving that it really wasn’t locked.

You slowly follow behind him. “It’s fine. I can walk or take a subway,” you say slowly. The thought of Sukuna seeing where you lived, even if you were on student housing, made your skin crawl with unease.

“Oh y/n, you have so much to learn about me,” he taunts as his hand grazes the small of your back. He carefully leads you down to the club level. The bar had mostly cleared out. You noted how Yorozu had seemingly left. So much for the buddy system. “I’m not the type of man to let my future wife navigate the entertainment district at this ungodly hour without so much of a cell phone to call for help.”

“I have a cell phone—“ you quickly protest before you pick it up off the bar. It was completely dead. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. How did he even know about that..?

“I watched the screen fade to black as you were accusing me of lying. Let this be your first lesson, your trip here was the last time you’ll be free to roam the streets of the entertainment district without some sort of protection with you.”

You swallow thickly as you slowly grab your purse. Not that the money mattered, but it was still left undisturbed on the bar. Sukuna’s eyes flickered between you and the stack of yen, as if silently telling you to take it… even if you didn’t need it now.

“Consider it a down payment,” Sukuna laughs as he grabs a helmet off the bar. Your eyes widen as you remember that he didn’t drive a car here.

Your future husband doesn’t take a moment for pause as he walked towards the doors. He holds it open for you, expecting you to follow him.

What other choice did you have? You also didn’t necessarily fancy walking home without a phone to call for help if you needed it.

He turns to face you before reaching around and pulling the pen he had meticulously placed in your hair to hold it up. Your hair fell down, and he stepped closer to you. “Have you ever ridden before?”

You slowly shake your head. You’ve never even been close to a motorcycle before, and Sukuna’s bike looks intimidating.

“Mm, I should’ve guessed by the fear in your eyes,” he laughs lowly before slowly slipping the helmet over your head. You’re rendered blind for a moment as it takes him a second to adjust the helmet to your head. His fingers delicately adjust the straps beneath your chin, making sure you’re properly secured in.

“If I would’ve known I’d have my future wife with me, I would’ve opted for the car instead of my bike. You’re lucky I’m a good driver, doll.”

Your hands go to raise your visor up so you can look him in the eyes instead of a tinted plastic meant to protect your eyes. However, Sukuna slaps the visor back down with a hearty chuckle. “Keep it down, kitten. Don’t you want to be able to see while you walk down the aisle?”

His strong hands then wrap around your waist, and he lifts you effortlessly as though you weigh nothing to him. You barely make it through a gasp before he safely settles you onto the back of his bike.

“Put your feet on the pegs,” he instructs as he carefully swings his own leg over the bike. “When we’re riding, you hold onto me, and lean with the bike not against it.”

“What does that even mean?” you shout, feeling like your heart is going to have palpitations after this ride.

“It means…” he reaches behind himself to grab your hands, and he makes you wrap your arms around his waist. He places your palms on his rock solid stomach. “Hold onto me and trust me, doll.”

You’re forced to lean into him, practically laying yourself against his muscular back. His warmth seeps into you as you hold onto him tightly. The bike roars to life.

“You ready for the ride of your life, doll?”

The beautiful neon lights of bright purples, lime greens, and cyan blues zip past you as Sukuna revs the bike. The engine purrs and whines as he drives the bike with a confidence that comes with riding for several years.

The entertainment district is at its prettiest during this hour. Not many people are out and about, but it’s still dark and the streetlights illuminate the space. It feels like it’s straight out of a dystopian science fiction movie.

The ride is mostly silent. You’re focused on the feeling of the wind in your hair and the sights that Japan has to offer. You stay wrapped around Sukuna, using his body as an anchor while it feels like you might blow away.

It gives you time to think and reflect. You’ve done more new things in the last 24 hours than you have all your life. It feels… freeing, a sort of freedom that you haven’t felt since your father was injured at his job.

A sudden thought occurs to you. You never told Sukuna which student housing you live in… Sure, he could infer that you live on student housing, but there’s still multiple housing facilities that you could live in.

Much to your dismay, he pulls up to the exact right building, and he slowly kills the engine. “How was that?” he asks as he turns over his shoulder to look at you.

Your fingers quickly fumble with the strap of your helmet, trying to peel the safety gear off of you.

Sukuna laughs quietly as he watches you struggle. He pushed himself up off the bike, so he could tend to you better. “Careful, doll. Don’t overwork yourself. I’m sure the ride wasn’t that bad.”

Once the helmet was off, you stare up at him with a heat of a thousand suns. “How do you know where I live?” you demand as your eyebrows furrow. Your lips curl into that adorable pout that makes Sukuna involuntarily grin at you.

“I already told you, doll. I don’t just let anyone work at Malevolent Mass, and I certainly don’t just offer marriage to someone I hardly know,” he says it as if it’s the most natural thing on this planet.

You’re completely speechless for a moment, reeling over just how much he knows about you. He made the deal with you knowing what he was getting himself into; however, you basically just signed yourself up for a blind sentence.

“As much as I crave the fear you’re wearing on your face, it’s late. You have class on Monday, which means you need to fix your sleeping schedule tonight. Go inside, get some rest, and make sure to charge your phone. I’ll be in touch.” You don’t even bother asking how he knows your phone number.

He reaches out to you, bracing a hand behind your head as his fingers intertwine strands of hair. He then bends over and presses his lips gently against your forehead.

A warmth blossoms over you. A simple forehead kiss was not what you were expecting from the man who fucked your mouth with his fingers and propositioned you for a free use bargain. It felt simple, sweet, innocent…

It’s almost enough to make all the anxiety lift from your shoulders, but you still yourself, reminding yourself not to fall for such frivolous tricks and pretty words… even if it was really thoughtful that he had already thought about your schooling.

“I’ll draft up a contract before our next meeting, doll.” He slides the helmet over his own head, and he pushes the visor upwards so you can gaze into his red eyes that appear soft at the moment.

Coming to your senses, you give him a weary gaze. “Written contracts only ever benefit the writer of the contract.”

You can’t see his lips, but you can tell from his eyes that he’s smirking at you like he’s proud of you for picking up on such a minor detail. “I have such a clever little wife.”

With that, his bike roars to life, and he points towards the door of your building. His intention is clear enough. You’re now to do as your future husband says.

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[northern-pirate]

Hee! This ending really is so good. XD

It's the last part/chapter/epilogue for The Queen of the Damned (which I finished reading this week for the first time, yay <3), and it happens after Lestat impulsively (surprise) has done precisely some of the things that Louis (and Marius) do NOT think he should do. It really is just as good and silly and beautiful as the last part of The Vampire Lestat.

Funny and beautiful and lovely end of the Queen of the Damned book spoilers and future season thoughts ahead~

So, end of The Queen of the Damned: basically everyone is chilling in Armand's villa on The Night Island. New coven gathered. Good vibes. Marius is reading the newspaper, Armand is playing chess, Daniel is listening to music, and Lestat goes into the room after having spent a long time just writing down a majority of the Queen of the Damned story.

Marius and Armand tell him that Louis has gone to New Orleans and that Lestat is free take the plane and go after him, and it's all very sweet. Also, Marius says "do NOT go fucking with the Talamasca, OK? Just don't." Lestat shrugs and says sure, why should I anyway? Gonna go off to see Louis now, bye.

The New Orleans part is beautiful and includes a revisit to their old apartment for some Claudia ghost spotting (guess what, it's not Louis who sees her~). Lestat offers to restore the run-down apartment to its former glory if Louis wishes it. Louis also wants to go see his own grave, so they do. It all really feels like something they could do beautifully in the series.

It includes Lestat saying that Akasha and he were lovers, Louis says he knows, and Lestat kisses him.

Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it.

'Do you love me now?' I asked.

He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. 'Yes' he said.

*clutches heart* Okay, so if they decide to hold out on us, that would be a brilliant spot in the series to place the "I love you" from Louis that we desperately want and need.

Anyway~

Then Lestat wants to Do Something. Go off on a little adventure. And here comes a scene which is lovely in the book, and if they choose to include this in the series, it will hit differently because of episode 5, season 1.

They fly.

First Lestat lifts Louis, easy peasy because he's super strong now, and then they go off Superman and Lois Lane-style, up up and away, Lestat's arm around Louis' waist and Louis' arms around Lestat's neck.

... THAT is a trust exercise if I ever saw one, post-s1e5-drop. Gods. If they include this in the series, they can expand so much on it psychologically. Louis holding onto Lestat, Lestat holding onto Louis. No dropping. Just holding on, together. What would that moment even MEAN for the both of them in the series version? I think it could be amazing! <3 (I'd love to hear Sam's thoughts on this. How does one arrange interviews with actors anyway? x'D)

And well. The flying goes off to outside London, to the Talamasca motherhouse, because WHEN has Lestat ever listened to anyone - Marius in particular - when they say "don't go to this place and mess shit up now OK"?

So Lestat decides to introduce himself to David Talbot, in his apartment, and David is being quite sane and polite about it. Lestat gives him his phonenumber to call if David wants to become a vampire, or just chat. It's a very funny conversation. Louis fumes in the background and does very much not approve.

It's hilarious, and leads up to the quote from the book above. Which also is an epic fucking way to end a season, and would definitely end with a kiss in the series version. <3

[machinemonstrosity]

HATRED'S EMBRACE | betrayed!1x1x1x1 x reader

WARNINGS - NONE , brief mentions of blood , fluff , comfort but 1x probably needs it more , he/she/they used interchangeably for 1x , 1x with wings truther

a/n - i promise i will get to requests at one point! writing has been difficult for me recently, hence why this one is a little short and maybe sloppy. this radioactive glowstick has been rotating in my head recently.........

She growled any time you attempted to wriggle away.

You never expected 1x1x1x1 to be so… cuddly.

Huge clawed hands grappled at the fabric of your shirt, the surprisingly delicate touch leaving sharp fingertips to lightly graze your stomach. Large wings enveloped you in a dark cocoon, obsidian feathers rustling in sync to the steady rise and fall of her chest. Their breath — in which you never knew he had — ghosted the back of your neck in warm gusts. Each exhale was rumbly, creating a quiet “hnngh” that eventually served as your rhythmic reassurance.

Despite how you initially tensed, bracing for impact and the sickeningly familiar heat of fresh blood trickling down flesh, nothing ever came. Her claws never pierced you. The cold press of the chains entangling their arms somehow never reached you. He caressed you as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As if he didn't want to hurt you.

You were both shielded in your own little world. And he wasn't going to let you leave anytime soon.

Truthfully, you were afraid of the expression she was currently wearing. You expected some sort of disgusted scowl, a mocking sneer at your dependency towards such a beast, perhaps. No one in their right mind goes to the manifestation of hatred and malice for comfort, after all. Much less have said manifestation humor your desperate pleas.

The strange benefits of your existence being tolerated by 1x, you presumed.

Limbs interlocked with yours, you finally dared to contort your head behind your shoulder. Yet when your eyes caught the rough features of her face, you found nothing of what you feared.

They looked calm. Peaceful, almost.

He’s taken to burying his face in the top of your head, disheveled white hair falling over your shoulders. It was only after pestering 1x to the point you swore smoke was going to billow from their nostrils that she begrudgingly tore out her hair tie. Not to mention having to coax it out of his hand after — or the last few threads remaining of it.

Admittedly, he looked nice with their hair down. You swore their eyes softened a fraction when you complimented him, even if you were immediately brushed off with a dismissive click of her tongue and a snarl. Your kind words and gestures had an effect on him, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.

You would've maneuvered your body to face them if you knew it wasn't going to startle them. So instead, you settled, simply melting into their careful touch. Accepting his form of affection, knowing they were trying their best. After all, none of this would've been happening if 1x1x1x1 didn't care enough to comfort you.

Letting a walking glowstick snuggle you like a teddy bear made you smile, anyway.

And maybe she was desperate for some comfort, too.

[kxsagi]

Hellooooo so erm I’ve been following u and I have to say I love ur works sm, and I was wondering that if u don’t mind, could I send in a request?

So I’d like to request a reader who loves literature and who reads the most angsty pieces of literature and many different authors. Like a scenario where how the reader acts after reading the most angstiest book in all of literature (white nights for me 😔✌🏽) and then the characters catch her crying abt it and then theyre horrified cuz they don’t know what’s going on and then reader yaps abt the book

so yeah that’s it

it’s ok if u don’t wanna do it

bye

🫶🏽

“𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭”

a/n: hi! i was able to write a little bit about it since i know a bit of the story white nights... but only the general scope of it, still hope you enjoy!

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, karasu tabito

itoshi rin

walks into the room and sees you absolutely sobbing. 

his immediate thought: someone died. 

his second thought: you’re breaking up with him. 

“what the hell happened? who do i have to kill?” 

you, sniffling: “... nastenka… she was in love with someone else… and he just let her go and was happy for her and–” 

he blinks. “who the hell is nas–” 

and suddenly you’re spiraling, explaining every detail of the story, your voice cracking as you quote the most heart-wrenching lines. you’re devastated. he is confused. 

rin: “is this a real person?” 

you: “NO THAT’S THE TRAGEDY!!!” 

he just sits there in silence. stunned. reevaluating how dangerous literature is. 

itoshi sae

walks in sipping a drink and sees you curled on the couch clutching a book like it betrayed you. 

“... you okay?” 

“no.” 

“... you hurt?” 

“not physically.” 

“... someone in the book died?” 

“no. worse.” 

he raises an eyebrow and sits down. listens to your dramatic retelling with a bored face, but he’s actually paying close attention. 

“… so he waited for her. and she just left?” 

“yes,” you cry. “AND HE WAS STILL HAPPY FOR HER.” 

he stares. nods slowly. “damn. even i wouldn’t do that.” 

actually kind of impressed by the emotional devastation. gives you a tissue and tells you he’s never letting you near russian literature again. 

isagi yoichi

he panics. so fast. sees your tears and is IMMEDIATELY on his knees beside you like “what happened? who hurt you? was it me?” 

you barely manage to whisper “... it was dostoyevsky…” 

he blinks. “who???” 

and then you launch into an emotional monologue about the book’s themes, the tragic character arcs, the lost love, the gut-wrenching ending. like you’ve fully become an english lit professor mid-breakdown. 

isagi is so overwhelmed. nodding too much. doesn’t know half the words you're using but he’s trying to comfort you like “i-i’m sure… the guy in the story… um. he’s okay now. in heaven maybe?” 

gives you hot chocolate and wraps you in a blanket. tells you to read something happier next time. like manga. specifically sports manga. 

mikage reo

thought someone harassed or assaulted you. got so scared. 

when you tell him you’re crying because a fictional man couldn’t be with his true love and just let her go… he’s SHOCKED at your loyalty to characters you’ve known for like 200 pages. 

“so like. this man just lost everything?” 

“YES.” 

“and you chose to read that?” 

he’s baffled. voluntarily choosing pain is not in his rich boy vocabulary. 

hugs you dramatically like he’s the one who lost nasenka. buys you a fancy notebook to “write your feelings.” starts researching classics so he can join your next breakdown. 

nagi seishiro 

“why are you crying?” 

you show him the book. he reads the first line and immediately goes “nope.” 

not built for literary pain. not even a little bit. 

listens to you rant while lying upside-down on the couch. looks vaguely horrified when you start passionately yelling about unrequited love. 

“why didn’t they just… text each other or something.” 

“nagi. it was 1848.” 

goes completely silent. 

“oh.” 

he lets you lie on his chest while you cry. plays soothing music in the background. he doesn’t understand it, but he respects it. kind of. 

bachira meguru

walks in while you’re sobbing and immediately gasps like he just read the ending. 

“WHAT HAPPENED WHO DIED I’M READY TO FIGHT.” 

you tell him it was a fictional man in 19th-century russia who just wanted to be loved. 

instantly invested. 

sits beside you, holding your hand, fully immersed as you retell the story. reacts to every twist like it’s a soap opera. 

“no way. she just left???” 

“AND HE WAS HAPPY FOR HER.” 

“BRO.” 

cries with you. then doodles little fanart of the characters afterward. names your tears “artistic expression.” dramatic soulmates. 

karasu tabito

sees you crying. looks around. sees no blood, no broken bones, no evidence of trauma. 

“you read something stupid again, didn’t you.” 

“it wasn’t stupid. it was tragic.” 

you start explaining it and he immediately starts judging the characters like a reality TV show host. 

“man had no self-respect. could’ve fumbled a rebound. what was he doing.” 

you get mad and defend the main character like he’s your son. karasu’s like “i’m just saying. love yourself, bro.” 

but secretly he memorizes the book title and reads it later so he can understand what made you cry that hard. will never admit he did, but starts casually quoting lines at you when you least expect it. bastard. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cherrygirlfriend]

idk what u are planning but could u write something about fragilefawn!reader remembering rafe? like she just knows him while he tries to understand her? pretty pls 🫨 and tyyy

can you tell me your name?

rafe goes to visit fragile fawn’s house and properly meets her for the first time.

thank you for the request!! i’m loving my fawn girl <3

rafe knew that it was stupid to worry about some girl he didn’t even know the name of; but after driving through the road you’d taken every day for that one week at the exact same time and not seeing you anywhere, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered to just drive by the house he’d followed you to that one night.

rafe had considered it to the point where he didn’t even register the moment he got into his car, or starting to drive, or even going down the road. he only realized it when he arrived right outside the house, when he saw a familiar figure standing at the front porch, sweeping leaves away. even though the house was hidden by surrounding trees, far and isolated from all the other people on the island, it was large, and based on the flowers planted around it, well taken care of.

rafe got out of the car, his loafers crunching on the gravel as he walked towards the entrance to the building, while you didn’t even seem to notice him, your head ducked low as you continued cleaning. as he got closer, he noticed just how different you looked when you weren’t in the long nightgown matted with dirt. right now, you had on a short-sleeved white ruffle-collared button-up, as well as a pair of dark brown shorts, your feet once again bare. as he got closer, he could see your lips moving and hear mumbled words, just unable to make them out, but even as he stood right in front of your house, it was as if he was a ghost.

the boy cleared his throat, and you looked up from the floor with furrowed brows, “yes?” you asked softly, “is there something i can help you with?”

“it’s me.” rafe said, but when your brows remained furrowed, he scratched the back of his head, “the shoe guy?”

“oh. oh! yes, that. your shoes were very comfortable.” you smiled warmly, “would you like them back? they’re right inside.” you leaned the broom against the wall. “no, ‘s not it.” rafe cleared his throat, “just wondered how come you weren’t doing it anymore. y’know, walking and shit.”

“oh.” you chuckled softly, clapping all the dirt off your hands as you sat down on the highest step, while the boy looked to the step right next to you, narrowing his eyes as he thought about whether or not you’d want him to join you. in the end, he ended up doing it, his longer legs reaching the lowest step. “it’s a thing i do.” you shrugged, “a full moon walk. for the three days before the full moon, i do a night walk, as well as on the full moon, and three days afterwards. i feel like it helps me connect with myself, and the world.”

rafe raised his brows and snorted, “you’re fuckin’ with me, right?” but your face remained passive, “you’re… serious?”

“don’t worry, i didn’t think you’d understand.” you chuckled softly, looking down at your feet. “i’ve always felt connected to nature in a way most people don’t. the world… speaks to me, in a way it doesn’t speak to others.”

“you sound insane.” rafe said bluntly, but you simply let out a chuckle, making the boy furrow his brows, “you not offended?”

“no.” you shrug your shoulders and look up at the sky, “when i tell most people about what my thoughts are like, what my brain is like, they just start avoiding me like the plague or say those things about me, just behind my back.” you look at him with a genuine smile, your eyes crinkling from the way you smiled, “honesty is refreshing. what’s your name?” you asked, telling him yours.

rafe narrowed his eyes and sized you up; what you were saying sounded like pretentious hippie shit to him, but the kindness in your eyes, the way the sunlight reflected in them, showing every last detail in them, just… made him trust you. “i’m rafe.”

“that’s funny.” you chuckled under your breath, making rafe furrow his brows. but just as he was about to ask what you meant by that, he could hear someone call out your name from inside the house. “duty calls.” you got onto your feet. rafe watched as you walked to the door and pulled it open before turning around to face him one more time. “it was nice to see you again, rafe. you should come see me again sometime.”

and then you disappeared like you were never there.

thank you for reading! send a request & check out my masterlist <3

taglist + some moots <3: @rcsbabydoll @inbred-eater @littlelamy @dollyfiles @nemesyaaa @filthyrafe @drewsephrry @houseofblve @jjslaybank @soldiersgirl

[christopherisfoive]

Terms and Conditions (Changbin one-shot)

Roommate AU | Changbin x Reader | Comedy + Sugesstive | College Setting

word count: 1.3 k

a/n: last one shot before the requests start coming out. also i feel so warm that so many of you actually sent me requests. I was only expecting one or two. T-T makes me so happy that you guys want more of my writing. <3

You and Changbin were never supposed to be roommates.

You were supposed to live with Mina—your quiet, soft-spoken friend from chem lab who baked banana bread and cried during Pixar movies. Not with her extremely built, extremely loud best friend who apparently thinks 3AM is a perfectly reasonable time to blast a gym playlist and deadlift in the living room.

But Mina bailed after getting into a study abroad program in Europe.

And Changbin, who “just needed a place for the semester,” slid into her spot with a duffel bag, ten tubs of protein powder, and a megawatt smile like this was some kind of blessing.

You told yourself you could handle it.

Two months later, your self-control is hanging on by a thread, and you’re convinced the universe is laughing at you.

Especially when he walks around shirtless. All. The. Time.

Now, here you are—sitting in the cramped kitchen of your shared apartment at 11:48PM, watching him absolutely obliterate a tub of protein powder like it insulted his ancestors.

"That is not one scoop," you mutter, staring as he shovels another mound into his shaker bottle.

Changbin doesn’t look up. “It’s leg day tomorrow.”

“It was leg day yesterday.”

“And?”

“And you sound like a blender when you breathe after the gym.”

He finally glances up from his protein apocalypse, one eyebrow raised. His hair is damp from a shower, sticking to his forehead. He’s shirtless, obviously, because why wouldn’t he be? And the gray sweatpants aren’t helping. You’re only human.

“You have no idea how much I hold back just to be a tolerable roommate,” he says, shaking the bottle like he’s challenging it to a fight. “I could be doing protein shots in the bathroom at 3AM. Be grateful.”

“Oh, I am. Especially when you moan while drinking it.”

“I do not moan—”

“You do. Yesterday? You drank it like it was your last request on death row.”

His mouth twitches. “Sorry I enjoy my supplements. Some of us are dedicated.”

You roll your eyes and toss a popcorn kernel at him. It bounces off his shoulder.

He picks it up. Eats it.

“You’re lucky I’m not territorial angel,” he says, mouth full. “You keep stealing my stuff.”

“I borrowed one scoop of pre-workout.”

“For what? Running your mouth?”

Your jaw drops. “Wow.”

“Wow what?” He grins. “Wanna fight about it?”

You stand. “I’ll win.”

“You’re like half my size.”

“I have rage strength.”

“You have cartoon character energy.”

You’re in each other’s faces now, barely six inches apart. You hadn’t meant to close the distance, but the smirk on his lips dared you to, and now neither of you is backing down.

His eyes flicker down—just once—to your lips.

And there it is.

That quiet shift.

The silence between a joke and a mistake.

You swallow. “This is a really bad idea.”

Changbin’s voice drops. “What is?”

“Whatever this is.”

“We’re just talking,” he says, tone too low, too easy. “Having a little midnight bonding.”

Your heart is hammering. You want to step back. You really do.

But then he leans in, just a fraction, breath warm against your cheek.

“You gonna take more of my protein powder, baby?” he murmurs.

You blink. “What the hell.”

“Sorry,” he says quickly, laughing. “Slipped out.”

“Yeah, okay. Keep it in your pants, gym boy.”

“Can’t promise anything if you keep staring at me like that.”

“I’m not staring.”

“You’re absolutely staring.”

There’s another beat of silence.

Your voice comes out quieter. “You’re not as annoying when you’re quiet like this.”

He tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re not as mean when your voice goes all soft like that.”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

It’s only a second.

But it lingers.

You finally clear your throat. “Goodnight, Changbin.”

You turn and walk off—quick, firm steps, refusing to let him see your expression.

You don’t see the smile tugging at his lips.

Or the way he whispers, “Yeah. Night, baby,” under his breath.

It’s 1:30AM, and you’re standing in the kitchen, hunting for something to snack on—because why not eat half your weight in chips when you're trying to avoid sleep?

The silence between you and Changbin has been stretched thin ever since your brief moment in the living room. It’s not that you’re avoiding each other—well, maybe you are—but it's mostly because you know if either of you opens your mouth, you're gonna say something ridiculous.

“Found them,” you mutter to yourself as you pull open a cupboard.

Suddenly, Changbin appears next to you, and you don’t even notice until your elbow accidentally jabs into his ribs.

“Ow—what the hell?” Changbin huffs, taking a step back, but in the process, his foot hits the trash can, sending it tumbling across the floor.

You panic. “No!” You scramble forward to catch it, but you’re too late—your hand shoots out, and in a clumsy attempt to steady yourself, you slam into him.

Changbin stumbles back, and you’re completely off balance now. His body collides with yours, and suddenly, your face is inches from his. Your hands fly to his chest, but he’s already got his arms around you to keep you from falling flat on your face.

And then—like the universe just decided to mess with you both—your lips land right on his.

It’s a full kiss. Not a light peck, not a brush of lips—no, you accidentally full-on kiss Changbin like it’s something you’ve been doing for years.

You freeze.

Changbin freezes.

The moment drags out for way too long, and you’re both too stunned to move.

You pull back first, but not before you notice the way his lips look swollen and the breath he’s holding in.

“Uh…” you clear your throat. “Sorry. That was—”

“Yeah, it was,” he says quickly, his voice rougher than usual.

“I didn’t mean to—”

He cuts you off with a smirk.

“Didn’t mean to kiss me like that?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t mean to kiss you at all, okay?”

He grins wider. “Mhm. I’m pretty sure that’s the second time you’ve said that.”

“I swear to god—”

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he adds, watching you closely as you try to compose yourself. He leans closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Now, I’m curious, Y/N. What’s it feel like?”

You blink. “What’s what feel like?”

“Kissing me.”

Your face goes hot.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say, flustered and trying to get back to your bag of chips.

“Come on. You can’t just kiss me and not talk about it.” He steps in front of you, blocking the pantry. “You can’t get away with that.”

You shove at his chest lightly, but Changbin stays right there, a little too close for comfort.

“I wasn’t kissing you on purpose,” you protest, crossing your arms defensively.

Changbin grins, leaning in even closer, his voice dropping lower. “Really? Because it seemed pretty intentional to me. What’s it like to kiss someone this handsome?”

You’re about to smack him, but instead, you breathe out an exasperated laugh.

“I hate you sometimes.”

He smirks. “I know you don’t. You wouldn’t have kissed me if you did.”

You glare at him, trying to hide your smile, but it's impossible.

“You know,” he continues, eyes gleaming, “I think this whole ‘not being in a relationship’ thing is getting old.”

You narrow your eyes. “We live together. We’re basically in a relationship.”

“Hmm.” He raises an eyebrow. “So, when are you gonna kiss me again? Accidentally, of course.”

You groan. “I didn’t—”

He steps back, clearly satisfied. “Yeah, sure. Keep denying it.”

You walk past him to grab your chips, and Changbin calls after you.

“You know,” he says casually, “I’m just gonna say it. I think we should kiss again, but on purpose this time.”

You flip him off without turning around.

[lost-st4rs]

I wanted to practice writing characters interacting with each other since that’s somewhere I struggle when writing, and I ended up writing Cups and Ben slow dancing HSIKjfwjJd

Debt Collector AU

~677 words

“Wanna dance?”

“You said I have two left feet.” Bendy cackles, but Cuphead isn’t so amused.

“Well, you can always learn! And it’s a good thing I’m such a great teacher,” Bendy approaches Cuphead, grabbing the other’s hands gently into his own, bringing him to stand up from the fallen tree log. Cuphead doesn’t stop the other but his movements are unsure and clumsy. Bendy lets out an endeared smile at that.

“Bendy, I- we shouldn’t-“

Bendy quickly shushes him before Cuphead can pull away, “hey, none of that. No one’s around to see us. Just relax and follow what I do, ‘kay?” Hesitantly, Cuphead nods, muttering out an ‘okay’ as he follows the demons moves the best he can. Bendy places his right hand on the other’s waist and directs Cuphead’s hand to hold onto the demon’s shoulder, Cup’s right hand intertwined with Bendy’s left.

“What my steps,” Bendy starts off slowly, swaying at a leisure pace from side to side. It’s easy enough that Cuphead is able to copy the other’s movements rather quickly. “You’re doing great!” Bendy grins and Cuphead looks away bashfully, an ever small smile adorning his face, the type of smile that makes Bendy’s heart do whirlwinds and makes his chest tighten.

Then, Bendy starts to add more little moves to their slow dance, moving backwards then forward, forward and backwards. It takes Cuphead a moment to adjust, but he catches on quickly, and Bendy praises him again, telling them that he’s doing great, which in turn earns him another sweet smile from the otherwise closed off cup. Bendy grins wider, his chest feeling light and fluttery.

Cuphead suddenly trips after (somehow) stepping on his own foot and Bendy has to force himself to not get into a fit of giggles as he helps Cuphead stand upright after landing on his chest. Bendy could tell the other was embarrassed by how his cup was starting to simmer ever slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s basically your first time dancing, you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I doubt it,” Cuphead mutters angrily, his frustration mostly aimed at himself. Bendy gets them both back into position and smiles warmly.

“You will,” The ink demon insists. Cuphead then looks him in the eyes with an almost unreadable expression, before averting his gaze. Bendy begins at a slow pace once more, taking baby steps for left-feet until he gets the hang of it. Once again swaying left and right, moving front and back, doing a little spin slowly around, Bendy then surprises Cuphead and he lifts their hands that are raveled together and pulls the red cup away, twirling him around then pulls him into his chest.

“W-Whoa! What-“ Bendy just giggles at the other’s shocked and brightly flushed face.

“Sorry, toots. Got a bit carried away,” Cuphead glares at Bendy, but he can easily tell that there’s no real malice behind it. And Cuphead can’t quite find it in himself to be mad at the other. This whole dancing thing was actually… kinda fun, now that he’s kind of got the hang of it now.

“I-it’s fine. I don’t mind…” He admits, a small grin growing on his face. And again for the second time tonight, Bendy can feel his cheeks heat up and his heart race quickly as if it’s trying to escape out of his chest.

“You don’t mind, ya say? Well then, it’d be okay if I just…” Cuphead yelps as the demon suddenly lowers him, Bendy making sure to keep a good hold on him so he doesn’t fall to the ground.

“Don’t drop me!” Cuphead shrieks, glaring at the demon for real this time and Bendy just laughs, assuring him that he’s got him and won’t let ‘em fall. “Let me up let me up-“ Bendy does so when he sees that Cuphead isn’t enjoying it. He apologizes and holds him close then goes back to their slow pace from before. Swaying side to side. Cuphead, being more used to this, eases up and they fall into a nice rhythm.

———

(they’re so fun to write RAAHH)

[sanaexus]

"but when he loves me, i feel like i'm floating" - karasu tabito

snyposis- hc of karasu as he goes from "just a friend" to the love of your life who is literally THE SWEETEST!!

based on this req!

pre-relationship!lkarasu is your ride or die friend. he's always been there and you know he always will be. he's lit your biggest hype/wingman ever. he never crossed any boundaries and made sure you were comfortable always!

but pre-relationship!karasu is just a boy at heart and yearns for your love, he frankly didn't even notice he was in love w you (surprising for someone who is perceptive). he just wanted to be around you all the time

pre-relationship!karasu who starts reading into the small things, your lingering glances, how you smile just a little bit more with him, how you somehow always happen to be accidently bumping into him. that got his gears kicking, was there a chance you liked him too?

pre-relationship!karasu who gains the courage to just fuck it and ask you out because yolo. (i love using yolo unironically)

pre-relationship!karasu who plans how to ask you out to the smallest of the details. he takes you to this star gazing spot and while you look up admiring the stars he just says it out loud, a simple "i love you" and to his suprise you just kissed him in reply. while pulling away you whispered a "took you long enough" and you both lost it giggling together like maniacs

boyfriend!karasu who watches tutorials on "how to be a good boyfriend" and "how to make sure your gf feels loved" but he doesn't need to worry about any of that because he's more than enough!

boyfriend!karasu who's always there, whether it's to gossip, get shitfaced or just sit there while you crash out.

boyfriend!karasu who always needs to be touching you, hand around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand or intertwining your fingers.

boyfriend!karasu who knows you down to the T. how you do your makeup, which side of the bed you get up from, how you like your coffee. everything you didn't even know about yourself, he knows, he just knows. and when you ask him about it he just says "boyfriends always know".

i know i've said this before but boyfriend!karasu is either the funniest person you know or with the driest humor ever known to man kind and he still makes you laugh regardless because of his delivery! sometimes you're laughing at him instead with him but he doesn't need to know that.

boyfriend!karasu trusts you ALOTTT but he doesn't trust the people around you, he's not jealous it's more being protective so you don't get uncomfortable. but that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous at all, oh no he does but he hides it well and doesn't really act upon it that much.

when boyfriend!karasu finds out you've been wanting to go to disney land for a while he immediately started plannin the trip. he wouldn't admit it but he was excited, very excited actually.

boyfriend!karasu who made you try out every damn ride because he could, he wasn't really scared or anything nor were the rides that entertaining (he was lying to himself saying this) but seeing the joy on your face made it worth it.

boyfriend!karasu as soon as the fireworks went of, you turned towards the sky while he turned to admire you, who was awe struck by the pretty colors in the nightsky. when you turned to him with a bright smile, he felt as if some part of his inner child was healed.

yeah he really did love you and he loved being with you no matter where it was.

HAII GUYSSSS IT WAS SO FUN WRITING THIS IT TOOK ME A LITTTTLEEE TOO LONG BECAUSE IT JUST DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT BUT I HOPE THIS WAS TO YOUR LIKING @x3nafix

[airybcby]

I don't know if requests for non event things are open or not but take this as more of an idea😭😭 don't feel complied to write it if you don't want to or can't atm. I reaaaally love ur fics so far and I discovered you through the spotify wrapped event thing. Hope ur asks aren't too flooded from the event tho, it seems like a lot😅 it's rlly impressive you can write so much in like a day. I would get burnt out 😭

Anywho, I just saw a tiktok video (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6r5pYuM/) and thought it would be a really cute (and really embarrassing) fanfic idea. I was hoping u could maybe write headcanons or a full on fanfic about the scenario with blue lock characters. Specifically rin, but anyone will be fine if you wanna do multiple characters😋 you can change the "guy friend" bit in the video to bf if u want idrm

Sorry if it was too long😭😭

hi hi!! my asks are open for anything and everything rn (including my event that i’m running rn) tysm!! i just have some days where writing is easier than others, and i can’t stop the word vomit and ideas tbh🙏

AND HELLO THIS IS SO SILLY AND CUTIE IM OBSESSED

so sorry this has taken so long to get to, my inbox was FLOODED and i'm slowly trying to get through them all!

જ⁀♡⊹｡° if your first kiss goes well...

( rin itoshi x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — airy get through your inbox challenge START! I made it to where rin is your bf and it's kind of new instead of just being a friend :)

♡ word count — 430

♡ content — rin itoshi x gn! reader, established relationship (it's new), written at like midnight so it's prob bad, reader and rin are inexperienced, puppy dog love, maybe ooc rin?, not proofread

♡ synopsis — Rin Itoshi wasn't someone who crumbled. ever. So when you go to his house and hear him watching a video on how to have your first kiss? It's just a little entertaining.

── .✦ act natural, don't press too hard

It was still new, this thing with Rin.

New enough that your heart fluttered every time his hand brushed yours. New enough that when he offered you his bed with a quiet “You can sit,” it felt like more than just politeness.

His room was neat. Lived-in, but still precise—like him. He disappeared into the bathroom after a murmured “Be right back,” taking his phone with him, and you were left to take it all in.

You were just settling in, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie you’d stolen earlier, when his speaker—still connected to his phone—came to life.

"Hi! Nervous about your first kiss? Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered—"

Your eyebrows shot up.

"First, make sure you’re both comfortable. Confidence is key, but don’t worry if you’re nervous—"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. No way.

The audio cut off a second later. Maybe he paused the video. Maybe he’d noticed the speaker was connected. Either way, you were still smiling when he came back out.

He looked calm. Composed. Like he always did.

But you could feel something different under the surface—something uncertain, maybe even shy—as he stood in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets.

You stood, meeting him halfway. “Hey,” you said softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, eyes flicking to yours.

There was a beat of silence, and then: “Do you… wanna kiss me?”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just blinked. Then gave the smallest nod.

Your heart jumped.

You stepped closer, slowly, carefully. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t pull away when you leaned in, tilting your head just a little.

When your lips met, it was soft. Hesitant. A little uncoordinated, but so full of intent you thought your chest might burst. He kissed you back like he meant it—like he’d been waiting for it.

When you pulled away, his eyes were still half-lidded, dazed.

You smiled, heart racing. “Better than the video?”

“…What?”

You giggled, lifting your hand to point toward the speaker sitting innocently on his nightstand. “That. It was playing your video.”

Rin froze.

Then slowly—painfully—turned to look at the speaker like it had personally betrayed him. His ears flushed pink. “I’m sorry…” he muttered, voice tight, almost ashamed.

You couldn’t help it—you cupped his cheeks in your hands, thumbs brushing over warm skin. “I think it was cute.”

He blinked down at you, and you watched his gaze flicker—first to your eyes, then down to your lips.

You smiled.

“...Another one?”

He didn’t say anything.

Just nodded.

And kissed you again.

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[vanillefawnn]

Leather & Lace 𖹭.ᐟ

Dean winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive content, Sam being the poor third wheel and getting stuck between you Dean's freakness, language

Summary: You like to leave Dean little trinkets when he goes on hunts, just little things to help keep you in his head when he's out on the road.

Authors note: I'm gonna tackle this man and get him PREGNANT !! (I also did NAWT proof read this sooo ye)

Dean wasn't a sentimental guy—not really. Not in the way people wrote sonnets about or cried over in movies. But there was something about you that rewired the whole system, made him soft in places he'd spent his whole life keeping armored.

It started with a polaroid.

The two of you at a diner somewhere in Missouri, your face squished against his shoulder, both of you grinning like idiots. He found it one morning tucked into the crease of Baby's dashboard, right between the speedometer and the gas gauge.

"Figured you'd miss my face," your neat hand writing read on the back.

He chuckled, thumb brushing over the image as he slid it into the glovebox. He would miss your face, hell, he already did.

From then on, it became a thing.

Every time Dean left for a hunt—wether it be with Sam or solo—there was always something left behind. A sticky note on the steering wheel that said "Drive safe, handsome. I'll be thinking about you." Sometimes, a folded square of paper that smelled just like you, perfume soaked into the fibers until it clung to the leather seats like memory.

Dean had never told you how much it meant. He didn't have to.

But then—somewhere along the line—it stopped being just sweet.

One week, he found a photograph.

And not the diner kind, either.

It was tasteful, if not exactly safe-for-work—your body clad in soft, black lacy lingerie, all curves and skin and confidence. Dean found it when he was rummaging for a cassette tape. Sam was two feet away, completely unaware.

Dean coughed—choked, really—and shoved it into his jacket pocket like it was a contraband. His ears were pink the entire drive to Minnesota.

The next time, it was a lipstick kiss on the rearview mirror. A perfectly formed pout of crimson that made his gut twist in all the right ways. He sat there for a moment, hand resting against the glass like he could somehow hold it.

Sam noticed that one.

"Oh my god," he'd muttered "Can you two not?"

Dean just smirked and peeled out of the parking lot.

But nothing—not one thing—compared to what he found this time.

He was loading up the impala, tossing a duffle into the trunk, shotgun shells rattling in his pocket. Sam was still inside. Grabbing coffee, grumbling something to himself about early mornings and the lore of the case they were working on.

Dean slide into the driver's seat, ready to start the engine—and froze.

There they were.

Hanging from the rearview mirror like the worlds most scandalous charm.

Baby blue lace panties.

Your panties.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Nope. Still there.

Delicate, floral patterns, tiny enough to fit in the palm of his hand. His name was stitched in tiny cursive into the inner waistband—Dean, in pale silver thread. His jaw clenched.

The fuck were you trying to do to him?

He practically snatched them off the mirror, glancing around like some cop was gonna pull up and arrest him for public indecency. His fingers brushed the lace. Soft. Still warm from wherever you'd hidden them. Maybe even your skin. His brain was officially out of commission.

You'd attached a note to them, of course.

"Thought you might like to keep a little peice of me with you."

Dean was gonna die.

Actually, no—Sam was gonna die. Because the second he saw these? it was over.

Dean shoved them into the glovebox like they were ticking explosives, slamming it shut just as Sam rounded the corner with two cups.

"Something wrong?" Sam asked, sliding into the passenger seat.

Dean cleared his throat. "Nope."

"Your face is red."

"It's hot."

"It's forty degrees."

Dean started the car. "Shut up."

Sam blinked. "Why does it smell like her perfume in here again?"

Dean said nothing.

Sam groaned, leaning back in his seat, already regretting this entire trip. "You two are disgusting."

Dean just smirked, hand resting on the wheel.

But later, that night, when they checked into a ratty motel, Dean opened the glovebox again—just to see them. To touch the lace. Hold them against his chest, breathe you in.

And that night, when he slipped between the sheets. He tucked the panties beneath his pillow and fell asleep to the ghost of your perfume and the sound of your voice in his head.

Yeah.

Maybe he was sentimental, after all.

[ghostlylittlemoths]

Rotten girl

Loser!perv!ellie x private school!loser!reader

Summary: you and ellie had lived next to each other most of your childhood. And now the two of you are in college. You two were never close even though the both of you wanted to be and now there is a party. Will you two finally get the courage to talk to each other after years of yearning? Will you become friends... or maybe more?

Wc: 5k exactly! Content: strangers(?) to lovers, fluff, lesbians yearning, slight angst if you squint, use of y/n once (im sorry) kissing, smut: switch!ellie, switch!reader kissing, strap,( r!receiving), oral(e!receiving) tribbing, cum eating, squirting(r!and e!), getting caught(by dina), multiple orgasms(e!)

Title has nothing to do with the story. The pic dosnt represent you i just used for the uniform

She thinks you dont notice her staring from across the courtyard. How her eyes linger on your body. More specifically your legs and chest. She thinks you don't notice when the wind blows the pages in her sketchbook and reveals the drawing she has of you in different outfits ranging from full cover outfits to skimpy lingerie in all colors and nude drawings. Her favorites were black and red, as you could tell from how many drawings in those colors there were. She was obsessed. And a loser to the highest degree.

You and Ellie had been neighbors ever since she moved to your town 7 years ago but you two didn't go to the same school. You went to the private school across the street from the public school Ellie went to. They were both nice schools, two of the best schools in the whole west coast.

You and Ellie never really talked besides when she first moved in with what you assume to be her dad and older sister. Her father, Joel, was a kind man. Him and your dad hit it off right away and so did her sister Sarah and your siblings. But Ellie didn't talk to you. She just stood looking uncomfortable in a corner writing in a book, most likely drawing.

You and her went to the same middle school but you still did not talk unless you were paired for a project but even then it was the bare minimum of talking. Now you two were in college and both of you wanted to stay close to home. You were accepted into a private college while Ellie went to a public college to stay close with her friends Jesse and Dina. Dina and Ellie dated a bit in highschool but soon realized they would be better as just friends. 

Ellie has changed a lot since you last saw her. Yeah you two went to colleges that were right across the street from each other but she tended to stay in the dorm while you went to your apartment off campus.

Tonight there was a party and both colleges were invited. You knew Ellie was going to be there, even though she seems like a loser who doesn't do anything, she does like to go to parties once in a while. And your friend convinced you to go as well. Or well she's trying.

“Come on it might be fun and you might meet someone” your friend Shane said while sitting on your bed staring at you as you were trying to figure out what to wear. You met Shane when you were shopping and you accidentally rammed your cart into hers.  She kept trying to set you up on dates with different women but none of them were who you were looking for. You knew who you were looking for. 

Her

Ellie

Maybe tonight you could get the balls and actually talk to her after all these years. But you doubt it, maybe she has a girlfriend now. There might be no use in talking to her, but it doesn't hurt to try.  You hope not at least. Maybe it goes well and you become friends or maybe more-.

“Hey did you hear me or are you fantasizing about your dream girl?” Shane said as she grabbed your hips and pulled you close to her. You knew she was teasing and trying to get you to talk. And it works. 

“How did you know? Are you a mind reader?” you asked Shane sarcastically as you pulled away from her to finish getting ready. 

“Yep and let me guess her name… Ellie” you froze. How the fuck did she know? You turned to face her only to freeze again. She had your diary. The same diary that was filled with the feelings you had for ellie. Sketches you made of ellie. Your initials in hearts on every page corner. 

“You are such a loser man. It's kinda sad. Just talk to her. You never know what might happen. The two of you could hit it off  right away and start fucking and or dating”  that's easier said than done. How would you even approach her let alone talk to her? You've known her for years and you've never talked. The two of you have been physically so close but you haven't talked to her. And you could assure her that you and ellie wouldnt fuck that night.

“Well why haven't I thought of that yet? I've alway wanted to talk to her. And I've tried. But she's never tried to talk to me. And even if she did she would just look at me then walk away. I've-” she cut you off by putting her hand on your shoulder and putting a black spaghetti strap tank top over your head and around your neck. 

“I was kidding, calm down. No need to get your panties in a  bunch. This top will go good with that black skirt” you were rambling. You pulled the top over your chest and tucked the hem into the top of your black knee high skirt. Shame laced a silver belt around your waist and turned you around. 

“ You look nice now let's get going so you're not late” Shane said as she threw a pair of sneakers at you and pulled you downstairs and into her car. 

It wasn't long until you and Shane arrived at the party. “Are you not going to come in? I know you like parties?” you asked as you got out of the car. “Nah I'm gonna head home, i have work in the morning but if you need a ride home i can pick you up, just call. Oh and you owe me 50 bucks if yall fuck” shane said then drove off. You rolled your eyes and walked into the house and went straight for the kitchen. You grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with some soda seeing as how you didn't want to get drunk tonight. You had a gut feeling that something was going to happen and that you needed to be sober for it. There were people dancing, drinking,smoking and making out everywhere. 

You decided that you didn't want to stand anymore and looked for a place to sit. As you were scanning the place your eyes locked on something. More like someone. 

Ellie

She was really here. Shanes words replayed in your mind. You needed to talk to her. Maybe you did need a drink. No, just trust your gut. You finally found a place to sit and pulled out your phone. You took a picture and added it to your instagram story captioned “at a boring party lol” holy fuck you sound like a total loser. You clicked off your story but  not even a minute later you got a notification that someone liked your story. You checked to see who it was. No fucking way. It was ellie. You had no clue she followed you. You quickly followed her back and looked up from your phone to see if you could see ellie. To your horror Ellie was staring at you from the stairs.

Ellie looked away and walked to the kitchen with Dina and Jesse in tow. You tried to shake off the feeling Ellie gave you when she looked at you. She made your heart race. Ellie seems even prettier today not that she doesn't look pretty everyday she cut her hair. You were all caught up in your thoughts when you felt the spot on the couch and an arm got thrown over your shoulder.

“So youre Y/n. she was right you are pretty” it was dina. You were so caught in your thoughts that you didn't notice that Dina left Ellie and Jesse in the kitchen and walked over to you. You never talked to Dina or Jesse. You were surprised she knew who you were.

“You are all over ellies sketch book- hiccup- and she loves to stare at you during lunch and anytime you are outside at the same time” this caught you by surprise, you thought you were the only one to do that and come to find out she does the same thing. It wasn't as creepy as you thought it was.

You were about to not pay attention to what she was saying because she was drunk but she said something that made you listen. 

“She wants to talk to you. She's in the last bedroom on the left "Dina whispered in your ear before getting up and walking over to Jesse who was in the kitchen talking to friends.you knew dina wasn't someone who would lie to you for shits and giggles.  You quickly stood up from the couch but you didn't want to seem too eager and you walked over to the stairs and walked upstairs.

You hoped Dina wasn't lying. You reached the door at the end of the hallway and slowly opened the door and peeked in. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in when you saw Ellie laying on the end of the bed on her phone. She looked up at the door and saw you. She quickly sat up on the bed and turned off her phone. 

“Hey, dina said you wanted to talk to me” your voice was low and quiet. You sound like a fucking dumbass. 

“Uh yeah i did, i didn't think dina would actually tell you” she laughed nervously. ‘Holy shit, she's perfect’ you thought to yourself. You slowly walked in and sat on the bed with your hands folded in your lap. You didn't want to get too close to Ellie because you didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

“I'm just gonna get right to the point. I don't want to tiptoe around this. I've had a crush on you from the moment I met you when Joel and Sarah came over to your house when we first moved in.’ Well that clears the whole girlfriend thought. “I'm sorry I never talked to you, I was just really nervous because I thought you were gonna think I was a weird freak. Then it got even worse when we started going to college. Now that you went to a private school with a cute uniform I thought you were gonna think you were too good for me” she was rambling like it was going to be the end of the world if she didn't tell you now. Though you didn't stop her, you always hated that in movies, when someone would confess and then be cut off right in the middle. So you let her continue.

“I've watched you for years, I know it sounds creepy and now saying out loud makes me sound like a total stalker creep but I couldn't get the courage to talk to you so I had to tell you to meet me up here.” She finally stopped talking the whole time she talked. She didn't look at you, probably fearing that you would laugh at her if she did.

God she was cute.

“Well… I'm sorry you felt that way. I never wanted you to feel that way. Honestly I felt the same way too though I did think you hated me and that's why you never talked to me. I did notice you staring at me during lunch but I just thought you were trying to find a way to make fun of me. And dina told me about your sketchbook but i can't say i haven't seen bits of what was in it” you laughed trying to lighten the mood. Ellie looked mortified when you mentioned the sketchbook. 

The two of you seemed to talk for hours occasionally interrupted by knocks on the door from drunks most likely looking for a place to fuck. The two of you shifted from sitting on the bed to laying down on it. Ellie was talking about a new game she was getting into and you were just listening when you felt something grab your hand. You looked done to see it was Ellie and that she had stopped talking and was staring at you. 

“You seem to have a staring problem” Ellie only smiled and leaned into you. Her lips meeting yours and them quickly pulling away and shot up on the bed. 

“Oh my god i am so sorry i didn't mean to. Well I mean I did but I didn-” you cut Ellie off with another kiss. Well now you sound like a hypocrite. She kissed you back and rested her hand on the back of your neck. She slowly pushed you down on the and straddled your hips, hovering over you. Without thinking her lips traveled to your neck and left hickies in her wake. Her hand pulled the hem of your top out of your skirt and she snaked her hand up and under your bra to grope and squeeze your breast. You let out a soft moan that was swallowed by ellies kisses.  

“You like that, yeah? God, I've been waiting to hear what you sounded like for years. You sound just how I imagined "Ellie sighed through kisses that she planted down your neck and over your collarbones.  Oh Shane was going to have a field day when she sees you tomorrow after work.

You didn't answer, you only made a quiet mewl sound and gripped ellies thighs. The feeling alone made her let out a quiet groan and she grinded her hips over your pelvic bone. You swore you died and came back from the sound.

“Can I take this off? Please can I take off your top?” Ellie almost whined. You nodded your head and let Ellie take off your top. But she got too impatient with her own slowness that she grabbed the shirt by the collar and ripped it down the middle. She immediately latched onto the skin of your breast. 

“Ellie i liked that top” you whined from the feeling of ellie's mouth on your tit.

“I'll buy you a new one baby i promise” she said while not really being focused on what you said.

You mustered all the strength you could and flipped Ellie on her back and this time you straddled her waist. You met Ellie halfway into a passionate kiss. You felt ellies hands move up your back and rumble with the clasp of your bra. She struggled for a bit then gave up. the two of you giggled in the kiss and you leaned away to take off the bra yourself.

“I only wear sports bras” Ellie said and she trailed her hands up your waist. When your bra came off you thought Ellie's eyes were going to fall out of her head. The moment your bra came off your nipples hardened at the cold air of the room but was soon overtaken by the warmth of Ellie's mouth and hands. You moaned at the feelingnand gripped the hair at the back of her head. 

Ellie soon switched sides making sure both got attention. Ellie pulled away and looked up at you, her glasses fogging up. You reached down and grabbed the end of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Ellie wasn't wearing a bra. 

“I didn't think I was gonna get any action,” Ellie said with a  small smile. You only laughed and kissed her again but with more force. Ellies tattooed hand went under your skirt and gripped your ass causing you to slightly open your mouth which gave Ellie the chance to slip her tongue in. The kiss was even better than you thought it was going to be. 

You lightly pushed Ellie to lay down on the bed and she watched as you trailed kisses down her neck, chest, tummy and down to the waistband of her pants. You ran your fingers over her happy trail and looked up at her, almost begging for her to let you take off her pants. 

Ellie looked at you and gave you a silent nod. God how she wanted to tattoo the image of you unbuttoning her pants to her eye lips so she could see it everytime she closed her eyes. She was definitely going to draw it in the morning. You tapped ellies hip to signal her to lift her hips so you could get her pants off. Once her pants were off you could see the dark patch from how wet she was.

“Look at you… is this all for me” you asked as you gave a kiss to the wet spot. She whined when she felt your lips connect with her clothed and needy clit and nodded her head. You slowly pulled down her boxers  to tease her but got impatient with your own actions. You quickly pulled her boxers to her ankles and she flipped them off with her foot.

 You grabbed her leg and rested it over your shoulder and brought your head down to kiss her puffy clit. You felt Ellie twitch and you grabbed her hip with your other hand and rubbed soothing circles with your thumb. The calm didn't last long as you licked a long strip from her weeping hole to her clit. You suckled on her clit and her quiet moans got louder. You were sure no one was going to hear her over the sound of the blaring music downstairs. 

You felt Ellie buck her hips into your mouth as you sucked on her clit. Pulled away with a sting of your spit and ellies slick still connecting you to her. She whined at the loss of contact and tried to bring you back down to her aching cunt. You grabbed her hand and held it in your own and went back down on her. You dropped your tongue into her clenching hole and you could tell she was getting close. 

“Are you gonna cum? Please cum for me baby” you said as you sped up your movements. You were sure she was screaming now but you didn't care. “Holy fuck im gonna cum im gonna cum please, please” You felt Ellie shake against your mouth and you felt as Ellie came into your mouth. Her hands came down to your hair to hold you so she could grind on your mouth.

You pulled away and crawled up to ellies mouth and kissed her. She could taste herself on your tongue. You pulled away again and reached down to pull off your skirt and pantie. Ellie wasn't paying attention, she was trying to catch her breath only to but taken from her when she felt your equally wet cunt on hers

You grabbed her calf and rested it on your shoulder and grinded her cunt against yours. The feeling of her clit bumping against yours was too good to explain. “Oh fuck yes ellie”  You kissed up and down ellies calf and she gripped your hip and thigh and bucked her cunt up to yours. Her moans were getting loud again and you could tell she was close and so were you. 

You and Ellie sped up your movements and before you knew it you were cumming and hard. The sight of you with your head thrown back caused Ellie to cum but it was different than before. You felt as a warm liquid splashed against your cunt and you looked down to see what had happened.

Ellie had squirted all over your cunt. You looked up at her and saw that she had gone beet red and covered her face. You let go of her leg and leaned down and kissed the back of her hands and pulled them from her face . “don't be embarrassed els its okay “ you were about to kiss her again when the door slammed open. 

“Hey els me and jesse are gonna head hO- OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY” dina slurred then screamed. You turned around quickly to see Dina and pulled the tucked end of the blanket out and flung yourself and the blanket over Ellie to cover both of you. Ellie screamed at Dina to get out and Dina grabbed the door handle while covering her eyes and slammed the door shut. You and Ellie sat in silence for a minute before Ellie laughed. 

“Holy shit no way dina caught us fucking” said said as she wiped away a tear and kissed your jaw. You sat up from Ellie and smiled at her. You got off the bed and started looking for your clothes. You found your skirt and panties. You looked for ellies clothes and handed them to her. You looked up to Ellie only to see her looking like a kicked puppy.

“What's wrong els?” you said as you softly grabbed her face and rubbed her cheeks with your thumbs. “Are you leaving me right after we fucked?” she asked with so much hurt in her voice it almost broke your heart. Did she really think you would do that? 

“Oh no ellie i would never do that, i just assumed you would want to leave the party and go home.” you said as you gave elie a kiss and cleaned her up. She responded with a quiet ‘oh’ and got dressed as you were looking for the rest of your clothes. Or what's left of them. Ellie soon realized and remembered that she had ripped your top off and she got beet red again and threw her hoodie at you. 

The two of you finished getting dressed and walked downstairs and outside. “Um, can I get your number and do you wanna come over for the night? It will save me from the back and forth "Ellie asked as she held your hand and lightly swung it back and forth. “I would love to els” you kissed her cheek and she led you to her car and grabbed the keys out of the hoodie she let you wear. 

You two arrived at her apartment and walked inside and took the elevator up to her place. Ellie brought you to her room and you sat in her bed while she left the room to go get some snacks. You texted Shane that you didn't need a ride home. You took a minute to really take in Ellie's room. You looked at her savage starlight posters and comics and her little dino toys and a book that was sitting on her desk. 

‘Is that the sketchbook dina was talking about?’ you walked over and sat in Ellie's chair. You know this was wrong. You didn't want to break Ellie's trust in you. But you really wanted to see what other drawings of you she had. You slowly opened the sketchbook as if it was made of glass and could shatter at any moment. Pages upon pages were filled with nothing but sketches of you in different outfits, or no outfits. Sketches of what could be of you and ellie. And birds, birds of all kinds. 

She was amazing. You were so enthralled in the book that you did hear ellies door open and her walk in. “what are you doing?” she asked with pure horror in her voice. You quickly turned to face her. It was like all the color drained from her face. “You're an amazing artist ellie. You portray me in a way I didn't think anyone could. It's beautiful.” you said in hopes of calming her down and not making her mad. And it worked, she walked over to you and grabbed the book and flipped it to a page and gave it back to you. It was a drawing of you when you had first met Ellie but from her point of view. She drew you like a goddess. You looked at Ellie who had walked away and stripped out of her clothes and changed into new boxers and sat on her bed and stared at you for probably the 100th time that night. You took that as a sign and closed the book and walked over to her bed. You had also stripped out of your clothes while remaining in eye contact with ellie. Once you were down to your panties she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the bed.

She wrapped her arms around your waist and laid her head in your chest. You brought your hand up to play with her hair. She was starting to fall asleep. Her breathing was getting slower and her grip on you was getting loose. You had thought she had fallen asleep and reached over to turn her lamp off when she broke the silence. “What are we now?” Ellie asked through shallow breaths. She was trying to stay up when you heard your answer. “What do you want us to be els” you said as you took her glasses off so she did not ruin them in her sleep. “Can you be my girlfriend? Only if you want to” she inquired as her speech got slower. 

“You don't know how long I have waited to hear that from you. Of course. I would love to be your girlfriend” you said as you pulled Ellie from your chest to kiss her and then layed her back down. You felt her smile and kissed the skin of your breast. Tiredness finally got the both of you and you two drifted off to sleep.

Ellie woke up the next morning to find you not in bed next to her. She started to panic. Did you really leave her after everything that happened last night? Did you really lie to her face and say that you weren't leaving? Her thoughts were cut off by something hitting the counter in the kitchen. She quickly got up and stuck her head out the door. Her heart rate slowed down when she saw your figure leaned over the counter in nothing but her shirt from last night and your panties peeking out from under. 

She quickly and quietly stalked up behind you to try and scare you when she noticed you had a front camera facing her and you were looking at her through the camera. “I heard the door open you ain't slick Williams” you said as you wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed a kiss to her lips. She still wasn't wearing a shirt though you didn't mind. “You look good in my clothes, like really good” she said as she pressed kisses on your neck and slid her hand down to grab your ass. You moaned softly and brought her face back up to yours and slipped your tongue into her mouth. She groaned at the feeling all pulled away  and dragged you right back to her room. 

“What about the teas?” you questioned even though you didn't care about it and neither did ellie. Ellie had pushed you down on the bed and lifted your(her) shirt off your body.  Her mouth connected with your hardened nipple and she flicked her tongue over the hardened bud and rolled the other one under her thumb. “You're not sore are you” she asked as she looked up at your face. You simply shook your head no and she looked at you with the most sinister smile ever. “Well you're about to be” she said as she leaned over your body and opened a drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a black harness and a sage green at least 7 inch dildo.

She buckled herself in and attached the fake dick to the harness. She slid the gusset of your panties to the side and lined herself up with your tight cunt. She rubbed the tip of the fake dick on your slick cunt to get it wet enough to not hurt you. “Are you ready baby?” she asked as she rested her hand on your hip and got ready to thrust. You nodded your head but that wasn't good enough. “Words baby, words are you ready”  she said as she held your face. “Yes ellie please i'm so ready” you panted, ellie slowly thrusted in until she bottomed out and you were a moaning mess. Ellie pulled out almost all the way and snapped her hips quickly back flush against your ass. The sound was almost vulgar. Ellie reached up to the top of the headboard and held onto it to keep herself steady.

“Youre doing so good for me baby so- fuck- very good holy shit” Ellies thrusts were getting sloppy but she was determined to have you cum first. “Faster Ellie please oh my god I'm so close” you nearly screamed as your nails scratched down Ellies back. You covered your mouth as your moans got louder and louder but Ellie moved your hand away. “It's okay to be as loud as you want no one lives on this floor but me” she said while panting. She knew you were close because it was getting harder for her to thrust into you. 

She brought her hand down to rub your clit in tight circles and that's what sent you over the edge. “Holy fuck ellie im gonna cum- im gonna fucking cum” you yelled as you squirted all over her strap and her lower tummy and thighs. “Such a good girl for me you're gonna make me fucking cum” Ellie said in the same moment she came from the harness bumping and rubbing against her clit. 

Ellie pulled out of you slowly and threw her strap off and laid down next to you in the bed. The two of you were trying to catch your breath. “You still want that tea?” Ellie asked as she stood up. You nodded your head yes and Ellie left the room.

‘You sent $50’ 

'This is totally like a walk of fucking shame’

‘HA I FUCKING KNEW IT’

[nitewrighter]

Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part Three: I Got Better

Part One

Part Two

Hey thanks for getting the next round, man. 'Preciate you.

I've tried writing this part down, you know. Every couple decades or so I get the urge, say "I'm gonna do it right," get a journal or typewriter or laptop or whatever they're using, try it out for a couple pages... then I drop off. Then I get guilty for dropping off because... I mean Snow taught me to read, right? So if there's anything I should be doing to repay that then...

But I mean--Trolls, look, we're an oral-tradition based culture anyway, okay? The closest thing we had to a writing system is this... kind of Ogham-ish tally language that doesn't distinguish the alphabetical from numerical very strongly that was mostly used for outlining lineages and territories. And we can read rocks, obviously. We can look at a rock and we can tell you where that rock has been or how it used to be a much bigger rock or how it's actually a lot of little rocks mashed together but that's not really a language.

I'm getting sidetracked. Where was I? Snow and the Prince.

Okay. Bloody nose. Probably broken nose. Snow's leading the Prince through the castle, and this is the part where, if Snow were telling this, she would throw in something flowery about the way he gripped her hand or the way the light from the windows passed over his face, or the way her own brain was a scramble of 'You can't trust this guy, this is the queen's cup-bearer, he's done fuck all to try and connect with you before this, why would he try now? This has to be a ploy from the Queen." But then that thought gets interrupted by overwhelming pity for the guy, but then that pity gets interrupted by feeling bad for pitying him, because he's a whole-ass person with dignity or whatever. It all sounds very exhausting, this pure-of-heart thing. She brings him down to this spooky-ass alchemy lab and he's like, "Are we... allowed here??"

And she goes, "Sure, the Queen taught me all kinds of stuff down here when I was younger."

And this is when the Prince makes an 'Oh shit' face and she catches herself saying, "Oh, nothing bad! Like, we did great with the basics, but then we moved on to poisons, but then everything I made kept... burning or percolating into medicines, and she screamed at me over and over again every time my poisons turned into... the opposite of poison... and eventually she just gave up. Anyway, I've got a leopard's bane compound around here for the swelling....Should probably also find something for the pain--how's the pain?"

"It's... there?" Prince Damp Kingdom says awkwardly, "You know, you haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"Why you're on edge?"

"Oh. Well, Queen wants to kill me."

"Wh--"

Snow plucks a vial from a crowded shelf, uncorks and sniffs it. "Oh, this'll work," she holds the vial toward him, "Put this under your tongue?"

"W-what is it?"

"It's... kind of complicated. It's rotten sugar and ground up seashells and this one herb that's been steeped in vinegar for a week and a bunch of other little things."

The prince makes a face again but Snow---and this is another part of Snow that to this day scares the shit out of me--Snow just flutters her eyelashes and goes, "If you don't want it, though..."

And knee-jerk the prince takes the vial from her and goes, "No, thank you--I mean, yes. I'll..." he glances at the vial and then back at her, "Thank you."

And yeah, you could argue that the prince is the kind of guy who would let his Bushwick girlfriend cut his hair and then pretend it looks great when it looks like shit for like three weeks after. But Snow is not a girlfriend from Bushwick. Snow is a Fae Weapon Forged in a Human Womb. Snow is the heart of the Evil Queen wrapped in new flesh and made pure. Snow is holiness and magic. Snow is a Miracle and a Curse. Again, Princess-Messiah.

So like, if you're hearing this from my perspective, you're probably wondering why she's spending so much time with a dude who doesn't have a lot going for him beyond being pretty and harp-playing. But y'know, I've already told you that Fae have complex and have esoteric notions of attraction, and that Snow knew things and saw things that both fae and human couldn't. She's just also... crazy convincing over the stupidest, smallest stuff, which is how the Prince found himself putting something that he didn't even know what the hell it was under his tongue and immediately making a face at this horrible honey-bitter-chemical taste before squinting for a few seconds and feeling his shoulders relax along with a slight tingling buzz relieving the ache of swelling in his face.

"Why do you think the queen's going to kill you?" it's possible Snow's medicine loosened his tongue as well as his shoulders.

"I didn't say she's going to kill me, I said she wants to kill me. If she could kill me, she would have done it already."

"So you can't... die?"

"I can die. Why wouldn't I be able to die?"

"I don't know. This is a lot right now. We don't talk much."

"Why is that?" Snow tilts her head.

The Prince gulps, already higher for this than he wants to be. "It... hurts to look at you, sometimes," he mutters, not meeting her eyes. Her thick black lashes squint and those red lips of hers hitch off to one side and he tries to clarify himself, "Not that you're not pretty--I didn't mean that in a 'You're not pretty' way, because you are... t-terrifyingly pretty, but when I look at you, all I can think of is... how... I've never done anything."

"I think you're selling yourself a bit short," Snow says kindly.

"But that's the other terrifying thing. I'm--I'm also scared of what kind of person I'd become just by being close to you. The world changes for you, I mean even right now, I'm saying so much more than I would ever normally, sanely say and--and what did you give me? What did I just put in my mouth just now?"

"Rotten sugar, ground up seashells, leopard's bane soaked in vinegar for a week--" Snow is counting on her fingers.

"But what does it do?!"

"It's for your nose--which I am still very sorry for, by the way."

"And I'm trying to find out something about you--I want to help you, but you just-just-- shimmer out of it! Why does the Queen want to kill you? This is the third time I've asked you that!"

"That's not the third time you've asked me that. First you asked why I'm on edge, then you asked why I think the Queen's going to kill me, which basically implied that you don't believe--"

"Princess," he bites the word between his teeth with frustration and she blinks, wondering if she's finally managed to find whatever iron is in him, before those thick black lashes lower.

"I think... because of what you just said. Because the world changes for me," she pauses for a few moments and her shoulders sink, "It scares me too. The changing. You stayed away because you thought I'd change you?"

"You can't tell that you're changing me now?"

"We don't talk much," Snow smiles sadly.

There's an awkward pause, then, and they both look away from each other. Fucking teenagers, yeesh. But then Snow seems to remember herself and says, "You really shouldn't be standing this long--with both the drug and the blood loss you could get dizzy so--"

They both flinch at the sound of a voice bouncing off the stone from the turret staircase. From the castle undercroft. They both recognize the powerful, elegant timbre. The Evil Queen.

"We should go," Prince Damp Kingdom says on reflex, all of the truth drawn up out of him shriveling up and dying like velella washed up on a beach, before saying, "Princess--Snow!"

But Snow's already pacing forward, shoulders stiff, gripping her skirts with white knuckles and the prince hopes she's going upstairs, but nope! Downstairs. And he curses in a very unprincely way under his breath before hustling after her, head now swimming from whatever the hell she dosed him with and his own movement.

He follows her down the turret stairs and into the castle undercroft, which is lit by some extremely unsettling purple-teal flames in the approximate spots where torch sconces should be, and they can hear the Evil Queen speaking, her voice echoing through the undercroft, though they can't make out the exact words. The prince gets a shudder at the back of his neck because there was this same draw, this same hook as when he was following the sound of Snow's voice when she sang at the well. Something something air and darkness, that was all the prince could make out, before Snow abruptly turns (maybe she could hear more sharply than him), and both find themselves looking into what may have been some kind of... mini-chapel for when the castle was under siege and human christians had to do human christian shit on account of the siege and everyone was probably going to die or something. Except there was definitely no Christian god for what was going on in that space now, I'll tell you that much. Instead, you have the queen standing in front of a circular plane of glass, as wide as both her arms spread out to her sides--and they can tell that because her arms are fully spread out, and she's saying,

"Mirror mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

And like, this is the horror movie part where any sensible person would be saying, "I should get the fuck out of here, that's what I should do" but again, we are dealing with FUCKING TEENAGERS so of course Snow and the Prince are both hiding behind a column watching the Evil Queen commune with some cosmic horror shit.

And like, the thing is, at first the Queen is just talking to her own reflection.

But then her reflection suddenly digs its fingers to its hairline and peels its whole front off, peels the goddamn image off the queen off like one of those Korean beauty masks, but in that same motion, it's like a layer of the glass itself is being peeled off as well, and before the evil queen stands a roughly her-shaped figure of green flames.

"Our dearest betrayer, our loveliest entertainment," the figure in green flames coos, "Must you call us on such tedious matters?"

And the Evil Queen just says again, more insistently this time,

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

"You ask and ask and ask, beloved," the Mirror answers back, "What have you done to change things this time, hmm? Some new potion? Another felled king?"

The evil queen's breath hitches, but she steels herself before saying once more,

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

The green flame figure huffs. "Ugh, so BORING--though know we're only answering because your reaction is the most entertaining part of these little chats." The green flame figure seizes and abruptly gets swallowed up by shadowed dampness, revealing itself as Mosscloak.

"You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But Snow-White is a thousand times fairer than you."

But suddenly two green flame eyes burn in the shadows of Mosscloak's hood.

"You act as if she is a weapon against you by her own will,

That she is not the product of your actions.

That she is not your heart. "

The Queen doesn't seem to react, but Snow suddenly winces next to the Prince, her head bowing, her features scrunching as if holding back a sob.

"Snow?" his name leaves him barely audible as a puff of breath.

"You need to go," Snow is suppressing the whimper in her own voice, like there's a tidal wave of grief inside her surging up, fingernails scraping against the stone of the column.

"Not without you--" the Prince starts.

"Now," she flicks those dark eyes to him and before he can even comprehend his own free will in the situation, he's zipping up the stairs, and she can feel his will screaming against her. He's supposed to be scooping her up in his arms and taking her with him, or sprinting toward the Queen screaming with a dagger, or something, but no, Snow is sending him away because he's safest if he doesn't have the Queen's attention.

"Show her to me," the Queen says, her voice thick.

The mirror abruptly morphs to show a scarlet net studded with pearls against jet-black hair. This mass of hair is facing a mirror, which is showing a scarlet net studded with pearls against jet black hair, looking at a mirror at the far end of the rom. The mirror in the mirror in the mirror is displaying a mess of black hair studded with pearls facing a mirror--

Snow realizes she's looking at the back of her own head in the Magic Mirror, and because she is looking at the mirror, the mirror is looking at itself. Her head swings around to see... nothing. There's nothing there and yet it can see her. Her jaw opens and quivers with unspoken, terrified words before she finally manages to force her brain signals down to her legs again. She hauls up her skirts in bunches and sprints up the turret stairs after the prince.

...Oh look at that. I finished this pint. Now, I could go home, or... I could tell the next part of the story if someone got me another pint of 'Literally Just Wet Hops' IPA. Decisions, decisions.

[chibishortdeath]

Goodness, these doodles were all staggered in a way on the pages that made it really hard to take pictures of them and get everyone in there (>< ).

Explanations for all of it under here ⤵️ :3

I drew my Ratchet!!! My little guy!!! I’ve looked him up and he’s a little like “authentics” line one. He’s got really loose joints and his knees don’t bend hahahahsjdksjsjk, but yeahg. Tbh the big outer shells kind of design goes hard. Ratchet could benefit greatly from having shields on him, second doodle is a demonstration of those being used lol.

Hehehehehe he’s so fucking cute oh my god how did they make this one robot design to appeal to me specifically I’m gonna die— he’s sitting there so pleasant and polite :3.

This is an attempt at a Ratchet design that combines a bunch of other ones! I was trying to pick out stuff that I liked (big collar looking part, massive tiddie window with the ECG display, G1 as a base because G1 Ratchet is so aaaoiugauaugoihghgghhgh), but eh idk. I’m gonna go through a couple revisions of this design before I decide on one. Cause I did like uh start writing a fan continuity 💀💀💀. Like deadass I binged two seasons of G1 and was already so hooked and hyped that I started making OCs and plot lines and shit LMAO. The transformers hyperfixation got hands fr. Also, next to him is Starscream and a little very not finished Drift for size comparison :).

The largest Ratchet here was my first attempt at drawing him! I spent an unreasonably long amount of time trying to get his legs correct 💀💀💀. Directly next to him on the top is a little doodle that says “usagi ringo” and it’s comparing his forehead chevron to the style of cutting apples to look like rabbits of the same name hehe. And next to that is a bishoujo figure design because oh my god it would be so easy to make one of him and so peak— more on that later cause I’m proud of the design so it’s on here twice XD. Below those two: doodles of Starscream getting shot! 💀 There’s a lot of context behind these, but shortened version is Megatron got mad and shot him 💀💀💀. Any other explanation would be getting into continuity ideas I have not finished nor finalized yet lol.

Guys hear me out it would be so easy— he’s already got a boob window— and the red section of him looks like a bodysuit— it would be so so easy and so so peak please bishoujo line figure company— I would pay an unwise amount of money for silly anime girl pinup hahahajdkskkdksjskdkdahsj. Also smaller not skirt version as well if they wanted to go full “the red section looks like a bodysuit” lmao

Megatron!!! I tried to incorporate a lot of details that the original toy had like the chest decals and the gun elements :3c. The g1 toy is so funny holy shit dude, he’s so top heavy and has like teeny pencil legs it’s so dumb I want one 😭😭😭. Next to the ref image of him, there’s one doodle that’s like a shitpost of this stock photo of a guy drinking while watching TV, an unfinished doodle based on a pose ref from Pinterest, and an even smaller shitpost with him and Starscream and their shirts say “I’m high as fuck and have a gun in my backpack” and “cunt era” hahskdjkssj (X X).

Another Starscream practice and some other characters that require a lot of explanation— So, this big combiner guy that’s in this and the next photo is a combiner named Modulus and I found out about him in a very goofy way. A friend of mine saw a figure of a little known character (Medix) at Walgreens, didn’t get him, looked him up later, and went down a rabbit hole on the wiki, finding out this guy is part of Modulus, a combiner who… doesn’t exist??? 💀💀💀 Modulus only exists as a concept that was included in the instructions of one of his components and NOTHING ELSE HAHSJDKSHSJK. It is the most batshit insane thing, tiny wiki article and everything X,,,,,,D. But what’s really WEIRD about him is that— HE KINDA FUCKING FITS WITH AND TIES TOGETHER A BUNCH OF LOOSE IDEAS I HAD FOR CONTINUITY STUFF 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀?????????????? Idk it’s so scarily close it’s like as if I willed this guy into existence LMAOOO. Anyway, members of Modulus include: Scattershot, Medix, Ratchet, Starscream, and Rook. Two of these characters are like replacement members for other combiners that were basically created just so random games could function. One is the leader of another gestalt, BUT he’s also been in a TON of other ones. And then suddenly Ratchet and Starscream??? And in the original incarnation of the character, it was SG Starscream too????????? It’s not gonna be in my continuity (I have ideas—), but lol they just dropped the guy from another universe in there what 💀. Insane, deranged, maybe peak even. Why the hell did I end up latching onto the combiner that isn’t real help me (ToT ).

Above Modulus, there’s some doodles of Ratchet, Cliffjumper, Mirage, and Bumblebee, BUT these aren’t just those guys, oh no, it’s something worse hahahahahhasjsksk. My raised on undertale dumbass got plagued with the cursed idea of “huh, if Shattered Glass is like the Hasbro official swap au— F e l l A U” and uh… this exists now 💀. Fell AU (name pending) is basically just “the thing but edgier”, so in this universe the Autobots are still like The Good Guys™️, but they’re stuck in bad conditions. For that to happen, they’d have to not have access to renewable energy, meaning either humanity did not welcome them with open arms, there’s some kind of general crisis happening on Earth, or some mixture of both. So Fell (name pending) Ratchet is basically G1 Ratchet, but wayyy more stressed out cause they’re always short on things and barely scraping by. He’s visibly missing parts and damaged and he just does whatever quick temporary fix about it because his focus is on everyone else over himself; he lost an optic, a hand (that he’s replaced with his main tools), he’s got a crack in his screen, etc etc. Procedures are always messy and painful cause he’s just using what he has and the whole time he’s apologizing and trying his damndest to do the best he can— He’s a sweetie still, but man he could use a break (he will not get one alas). Cliffjumper is even more high strung and tempered than usual, he’s also got a nose ring and sharper horns for the edge lol. Mirage has his darker mask like coloring from the toy and typically is invisible far more often. They used to really fight a lot, but they’ve since gotten to a point where they’re the two each other trust the most. Cliffjumper does a lot of reckless shit and gets injured a lot (_ _ ). Then there’s Bumblebee. His colorscheme is still yellow and black, but they’re reversed. The reason for this is Edgy™️ but the in universe is that darker paints is just what they have. He’s also not the plucky rookie at all, he’s already gotten pretty jaded and hardened by everything, which makes Optimus really sad— he does get some rare moments of lighthearted antics because of Spike though. Idk it’s a funny AU concept and I might do more about it simply cause I think the Ratchet design goes hard lol XD.

[eashgirl]

I can't believe starwavewave is such an underrated ship esp since its been 40 years these guys were around. Well tbf I do think tfone is one of the few versions where their dynamic isn't inherently contemptuous/distrusting of one another. They have a surprising undertone of camraderie? Like I don't think they're besties or whatnot, but there's an air of cooperation and trust with one another. Starscream doesn't technically order those two around — the three of them just do what they do. They help one another in the couple of battles they were together without even saying anything, and they're coordinated in fights. I haven't seen another iteration where they all like... Just actively work together by choice.

There's also the fact the the HG doesn't move until those three flew off to join Megatron. And the three of them don't discuss nor order it around — they're just united in that decision. Idk it really speaks that the HG has an unexpected trust in those three's decisions and judgement — what they say, goes.

So yeah I love shipping tfone starwavewave and I hope we get to see more of their teamwork and a more cooperative dynamic with one another, I think them actually getting along somewhat would be super interesting and have a lot of potential

I totally agree I've been obsessed with the dynamic of TfO StarWaveWave since I saw the movie, and I'm kind of surprised they aren't shipped in other continuities they have been around for quite a long while. I know their individual ships are somewhat popular but they have a lot of potential as a trio too.

I actually started shipping them because of a running joke between me and my friend about our tf one ships, besides Dpax,Oplita because rarepairs are fun,with the most random ships ever for funsies. Like shocklita,soundbee, starbee,starlita,megalita, sentistar, arceelita,jazzop etc. (if there's an abundance of Elita ships it's besides she's my fav,her and Starscream ngl)

I just joked that I might as well ship Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave because like they were together in every scene in the movie besides the times they were forced apart by circumstances. That and the added history of being comrades for several hundred cycles, plus their personalities could be made into an interesting dynamic so I just got hooked then and there. They really do feel coordinated in that sense, like that one scene where Soundwave shoots down one of sentinel's guards trailing Shockwave and Starscream destroys the one after Soundwave. Plus the way they fight with Optimus, they don't exchange any words they just know how to fight together and that's just so interesting to read between the lines. They don't give the vibe they're outwardly close nor the most typical but they give old married couple vibes because they're just so used to eachother's habits and pretty resigned to them. Soundwave knowing why Starscream was riling up D-16 and choosing to step aside and see what happens because he likely had seen the latter do this a thousand times before,Shockwave's bursts of anxiety and Soundwave's... I actually don't remember if he had any of them he seems to be the one who's tolerating the other two and their interesting.....quirks lol.

In other continuities the toxic side of their relationship is pretty appealing too, they're like the three co workers who can't stand eachother but just happen to work well with e/o so they are constantly forced to work together. In comes three competent people acting so petty and childish when they are around each other, Soundwave/Shockwave's beef in cyberverse,Soundwave/Starscream's beef in idw2 and Skybound. And I think Starscream/Shockwave's thing in tfp maybe... Ironically I think those two have been more amicable in canon continuities than with Soundwave ngl.

I legit need more fics of them, I'd pay for a pre canon story, heck I may write one myself if no one else does because I NEED to see it.

[bubblegumrabbitwriting]

hey hope you're doing well!

I am very obsessed with Cy, if you're willing to do so would you write a scenario where the mc is very very sick and cy goes to get help and the mc is all like "please, don't leave me again..." ?

I am living for some angsty moments between them, but also the bitter sweetness of the 'sick & needs to be cared for' trope.

I love ur work and can't wait to get more chapters i think about this fic way too much :3

Thanks so much for the kind words. Here is my monthly offering to the Cy fans; eat well, friends. 😔

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You wake up with a fuzzy head and thoughts falling through your fingers like sand. It's almost like you're sick... No...that can't be right-

A sneeze jitters your head, rattling your brain and making any thoughts that clung in your mind retreat.

Just a coincidence, nothing more-

Another sneeze and this time the shake of a head that follows leaves you reeling, rubbing your temples in a futile attempt to relieve the knocking that echoes in your mind.

Maybe you will just stay in today, curled in your blankets... Yes, that's it; you're just tired and need sleep.

You flop back into the warming embrace of fluffy blankets almost subconsciously, the cosy layers cocooning you in an embrace you wouldn't even be able to fight if you tried.

Cy POV switch

Cy was on their way to speak with the professor, definitely not what they would like to be doing with their time, but there is one upside. Or more like one person that makes the trip worth it.

They pull out their phone, chest already tight, before they see that the message they sent still hasn't been replied to. Two hours and still no reply; already their mind races with possibilities, and the tightness in their chest just keeps winding.

Their feet picking up speed, shoes scraping on the concrete and mind racing.

MC POV switch

You're not sure how long it's been since you decided that nothing could pull you from your fog-hazed slumber; at some somepoint you stopped even being able to tell the difference between dreams and reality.

You're pretty sure that the professor checked up on you a few times, but all you could reply with was groggy groans and mumbles.

There's a knock on your door frame, and you look up through the gap in the blankets that cover you. Oh, look, it's Cy.

Their voice comes out soft, broken up with breathless intakes. "Hey, you doing all right there?"

"Ughh..." is the most dignified response that leaves your mouth.

Cy lets out a small chuckle, tight with worry. "That bad, huh?"

Your head flops back into your cocoon; when did it become so much of an effort to keep it lifted?

You feel a dip in the mattress by your feet, but the idea of even shifting to face Cy is too much work.

"Hey, face me for a moment?" Cy gently prods you.

You shift in your blanket shield with a groan, so your face hole is facing Cy.

Cy slowly moves their hand towards you, giving you time to retract if you wanted to. Not that you have the energy to.

Finally, Cy hand presses to your forehead, the coolness of their skin causing you to lean into their touch as an almost purr sounds from your throat.

The coolness a balm to your aching head, your eyes flutter open, and you're granted a view of their amber eyes creased with worry. When did their eyes get so pretty?

"You definitely have a fever." Cy goes to lower their hand, and yours weakly wraps around theirs, keeping it on your forehead with a whimper.

"and now I'm your icepack..." You don't respond to that, continuing to snuggle as close as possible to Cy's hand. "You're going to need medicine." Yes...medicine, whatever you say, icepack.

You zone out, too focused on the coldness of Cy's hand that you don't realise what is happening until it retreats and Cy gets up, ignoring your grumbled protest.

"Im going to get you some, you just...stay and stew for abit."

The words break through your fevered mind; they are going to leave... What if they don't? What if they disappear again? Who's going to be here to look after you? What if they don't come back?

Your body snaps to attention as the panic sets in, rushing forwards as your hands grasp for the hem of Cy's shirt. "Please, don't leave me again…" You whisper, body aching and head woozy.

Cy POV switch

Cy's body freezes as soon as the words leave your lips. Abandon you? The very idea is ridiculous...but that's what they did, isn't it?

They had their justifications, childish fears twisted into adult melancholy and terror. Slowly it submerged them and drove them to do the very thing that they are scoffing at now.

What else would you think of them? What else could you think?

They lost that unwavering trust the moment they turned you away and left you there, and they won't lose it again.

So what else can they do but lower themselves back down? "Never, not again." Simply words and never enough to mend the wound, but they will do anything they can to slowly rebuild that bridge.

Even if they have to do something they would rather not...pulling out their phone and typing out a quick message to the person they wouldn't even trust with the simplest of tasks, let alone something as important as this.

Cy: A I need you to get some flu medicine and drop it off at the warehouse.

A: Has our time apart truly sickened you so much? No worries, I will get you what you need, and we will never need to be apart again. <3

Cy: JUST GET THE DAMN MEDICINE; IT'S IMPORTANT!!!

By the time the short text exchange is done, you're already asleep again. It's more than easy enough for Cy to sneak out and get it themselves, but they won't move from your side.

They will be here when you wake up and for as long as you will stand their presence to build whatever little trust they can claw back.

Anything to make your life that much easier and closer to what you deserve.

[nebrasska-alasska]

If this sounds entitled, then I'm super sorry, but how long does it typically take for you to respond to an ask 😭😭 Love your fics and sent my appreciation but lowkey don't know if you saw it or if it for some reason it never got sent (?) I LOVE YOUR SONADOW STORIES, I ACTUALLY STARTED TO BEGIN TO WRITE BC OF U. It isn't sonadow or Sonic related, but it's been in the back of my head for a long time, and seeing an author as active as you kinda pushed me to be like "lol, let's just write and see how it goes."

Much love <33

Hahahahaha I mayyyyybe shouldn't admit to this, because I don't want to dissuade anyone from submitting asks to me, but right now I have a backlog of almost 200 asks in my inbox 💀💀💀 I used to go through every single one in order, but after a certain point I just couldn't keep up. So now I just try to respond to ones I have an answer to when I can, and usually it's a random assortment of ones from a while ago and ones submitted recently.

Overall the way I run this blog is I wake up earlier than normal in the morning, take 30-45 minutes to respond to around five or so asks and schedule them to release throughout the day, and then I'll also schedule a reblog of one or two pieces of fanart (and I usually have a small backlog of around 5 pieces at a time, but I get to them all eventually!)

BUT WITH THAT BEING SAID everything in my inbox is read multiple times!!! And I will frequently print out the ones that are really kind and make me smile and put them into a folder so that I can read them later! So trust me, if you've ever submitted anything nice, it's been immortalized in a binder that I flip through frequently!!! <3

So thank you so much!!! And I am so happy that you started writing, welcome to this fun hobby of storytelling!!! Also, it is so kind of you to say that you consider me to be an active author LMAO like something about that just makes me giddy. So thank you, and good luck with your fic writing!!!