#thats why of he catches someone harassing the one

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That’s Too Bad

TFIDW!SG!Yandere!Goldbug x Cybertronian!Decepticon!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Content: 18+, You basically get Stockholm Syndrome.

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TW/Tags: A couple smut scenes, noncon, eventual dubcon, Stock Holme Sybdrome, unconsensual touching, sexual assault, sexual harassment, forplay, kidnapping, dry humping, swearing, mention of DV, feelings near end, Goldbug deserves no sympathy still, forced relationship, toxic relationship, time jumps, i think thats all? Might edit again later idk.

Notes: Reader is a but shorter then thundercracker and a bout 3 feel taller then Goldug. He’s a is pretty short but damn is that bot strong. It’s scary.

I do NOT Condone the actions committed in this fic. Smut scenes will be in Blue. Don’t like, Don’t Read. And don’t bully people who choose to comment if they like or chat in the comments.

You were just another decepticon. You believed in Megatron when he said he wishes to help make the planet a better place. You were also a certain cons Conjunx.

Thundercracker.

You two are the definition of couple goals. That was at least until one day. As both fractions were building up and everyone was choosing their sides. Many getting symbols on their chest.

One day he didn’t return home for dinner.

You grew worried. Not feeling anything through your spark for a while. That at least until you get a knock on the door.

When you opened it. It was that little blue bot with the red visors. You both only met a couple times during some autobot and decepticon debates. At the time Thundercracker will always keep an arm around you to keep you close.

Never noticing a certain bots optics watching you and trying to stay calm. At the time he was grey.

But still one of the meanest bots to ever meet.

You were surprised since he’s usually right next to Optimus. You were also a bit frightened since you’re a decepticon and he’s an autobot. You spoke.

“Um. Can I help you, Goldbug?”

He stood there with his arms crossed. His helm then moving up and down in a slow motion. Was he- was he checking you out? You are a well built bot but seriously?

He then spoke while also lifting his cervo up. Looking like he’s about to snap.

”She’s perfect. Let’s take her.” Snap.

Before you knew it. You were knocked out. Your larger frame falling against his. Him catching you flawlessly.

His helm then presses against your shoulder. Gently whispering while the two other bots in your apartment wait for his next orders.

”You’re more perfect up close.”

He the gave the order for them to take you to his apartment and to lock you up in his room. Handing them the keys as he places his cervos on his hips.

”I shall give her a more..proper welcome when she wakes up. Now move.”

He started to walk away while the two bots started to hold you better. One of them putting ou over his shoulder as the other held the keys.

Taking you to your new home.

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You woke up in agony. Your bond. Your Conjunx.

There was so much pain. Like someone was stabbing you endlessly through the spark and other parts in your frame.

Someone was hurting your Conjunx. Thundercracker is being tortured. But why!? It continues.

Your screams being heard on the other side of the door. Goldbug standing there with his arms down. He then whispered to himself before turning on his comm to the bots torturing him on the other side of the city.

”Alright, kill him.” He then chuckled when the comm disconnects. Hearing you let out another cry of agony.

He then whispered to himself after his low chuckle and reach for the door nob. “Time to make those screams day my name.”

He then hears you let out a final scream. You felt the pain of his spark die. Instead of on the bed. You were now on the floor. Laying on your stomach. Your cervo over your spark as you cried.

The door then opened. Goldbug taking a step in then closing the door behind himself as he grinned under his mask.

You didn’t notice him as you cried.

Your helm facing the ground as tears start making a small pool under you. He then kneeled down. His cervo gently grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

He then spoke with a low voice.

His visors disappearing. They were dark and cold, but yet bright at the same time.

He glared down at you. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be crying that much tears. But I can fix that.” He stood and walked to stand next to you.

Then grabbing the back collar of your frame.

Pulling you up like as if he’s a bigger bot. Making up get in your knees. The tears still falling down as he gently you into the bed. You were even in shock with how strong he was.

He didn’t even yell at you to stop crying yet.

The pain in your spark still strong. He then placed you onto the berth. Legs dangling while he remains between them. His cervos holding your arms down while he then got on the berth with you.

You tried to get up but he pressed his torso against your waist. That also keeping you down while his legs made their way on the berth.

Knees moving to be under your thighs.

Making them go over his. His panel against yours and the side of his thighs and front hips pressed against your aft. Them moving more forward.

Luckily you were a bit smaller then the other big bots.

Making your legs go up against his frame. He was more over you. His cervos pressing your arms down against the berth harshly. His knees pressing more into the berth keeping your thighs over his.

Your legs in the air behind him. Legs remaining spread for him. Creating some friction because of the way he rubbed his panel against yours while moving up.

Your sobs smalls and groans released in a whisper during this action.

The pain is still there. Making you weak. Get you just stared at him with teary optics. But his own remains closed.

And he was taking full advantage of this. His optics soon opening so he glares at you once more. He then leaned down more. The front of his frame now fully pressed against yours.

The side of your legs next to your frame now.

Pedes up in the air. His cervos letting the harsh pressure off your arms. His digit (thumb) gently rubbing them for a moment.

His helm now next to yours. Your soft sobs heard next to his audio sensors.

Soon his mouth guard was gone and he started to press aggressive kisses against your shoulder. His glossa soon sticking out to lick up your neck. An action that made you shiver. He then kissed away your tears.

You spoke. You’re sobs and crys almost drowning out your words. “Why?…”

He stopped for a moment. Staring at you. Optics narrowed up to you. “I always take what I want. If you don’t wish to feel any more pain I suggest to I be a good femme for me. Hm? I’ll make sure you’re….comfortable.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, before returning to kiss you with his own idea of affection.

Your chin at first. But to reach your cheeks more he had to press his panel against yours a little Harder. This causing you to groan more, which was music to his audio sensors.

You finally spoke after such a long period of silence.

You spoke once more. “S…stop.” He froze for a moment.

His panel still harshly pressed against yours even more.

Your legs along with your frame shaking from the pleasure. He finally spoke as his chest then presses harder against your chest now that he was more above you.

“Stop?…” His dermas now dangerously close to yours as you stared down at him.

Not being at eye level still. His voice then deeper once he spoke once more. “No. 'Cause I will always get what I want.”

His hips then moved back only a little. Leaving your poor panel alone for a moment before harshly slamming his own against yours once more. This causing you to let out a gasp.

He letting out a small groan.

He took full advantage though. Letting his glossa into your intake when he was able to leane up more.

Creating a very heated kiss. His hips moving back and forth. Aggressively slamming his panel against yours repeatedly. Making your frame move back and forth with his dermas keeping up with yours to continue your kiss.

Your legs moving along with in the air still.

You even tried to move your helm back and up to try to speak. But one of his cervos then moved to grab the back of your helm.

Forcing you to keep your helm almost leaned down so his dermas stays connected with yours. Now that your arm was free though. You tried your best to push against his chest.

To get him of. Anything. But he just continued.

It’s almost like a bigger bot then you is able to hold you down. Yet here he was. Having a bigger frame then him but yet. He can hold you down so easily just by his own frame.

Your cervo just keeps pulling and pushing at his frame while the rest of you is being violated.

His panel humping against yours. Practically ontop of you making your legs stay in the air. Chest to chest and his intake claiming yours so harshly.

You almost gagged becaus of the built up saliva. Even some falling down out past your dermas. Your tears never stopping as he moans and grunts into the kiss.

You felt his cervo move more to the back of your neck.

Lower to between you neck and shoulders. Then he pressed something into your neck. Like some sort of device.

He then pulled back. The kiss finally ending.

His other cervo that held our other arm down finally let go. Sitting up while his hips continues to press against your panel. Continueing to make your frame move faster and faster, back and forth.

His cervo gently holding your thigh. Rubbing up and down as a show of affection while the other takes out a device. You tried to sit up.

Continueing to beg in almost a whisper. Your voice deep. “Please…No More.”

He let out sounds of a tsk tsk from his dermas. You glanced at him. Your aft still in the air as your thighs remain on his own. Legs bascially on his shoulder so he has better friction.

You see him then take out some device.

He then spoke. Pressing his panel fully against yours and gently rubbing. His frame now moving up and down as he spoke.

“Tell me. Is this bringing you pleasure, sweetspark?”

You shook your head now. And yelled in almsot a soft and deep tone as you glared down at him. “No! Let me go!”

You soon were on your elbows. Trying to get up somehow.

But instead he presses a button on the device. Causing a shock through your body. You’re back on your back frame as you almsot screamed in agony.

Your legs as hips along with your frame shaking.

He watches with a grin and took his digit off the button. The pain soon away. You gasped and struggled to breath for a moment. He then gently tapped at your panel after moving your legs to be around his waist.

”Let me make this clear, sweetspark.”

He leaned forward. Making you legs pressed wider around his waist. He moved up once more. Your aft lifting against his panel. His dermas close to yours as you panted a little.

Speaking once more in an almost threatening tone.

“If you don’t wish to feel that pain. Every. Single. Day. Then i suggest you accept this as your new life. And be a good Conjunx for me. Alright Sweetspark?”

His cervos gently rubbing the side of your waist as he spoke. You continued to shake.

What can you do? What should you do. Your Conjunx dead and yet you’re still here living. At the mercy of this Autobot. Using you as a play thing. He was getting annoyed now. Whispering once more.

“Just nod. And maybe if you make me feel good. I wont shock you for the night. Hm?”

You glanced down at him. Tears in your optics once more. He was serious. He then gave you a soft and gentle kiss before leaning his helm back once more.

You thought hard of your options. Your only options.

So…swallowing your dignity, not wanting to be shocked any longer. Slowly nodding as you closed your optics as tears continue to fall. Goldbug then has a dark grin on his scarred dermas.

Then whispering as he leaned down to your audio sensors. Whispering with lust.

”Open up that lovely panel for me sweetspark.”

He leaned back. More tears falling down. Your panel soon opened. Goldbug would then let out an annoyed growl once he leaned back. Your valve wasn’t wet for him at all.

He spoke with anger in his tone.

“That wasn’t enough to get you. Ready for me! Honestly what was so great about that damn seeker!”

You flinched a little. He then moved so he’s off the berth. Kneeling as he grabs your hips and pulls then closer to him. Your aft at the edge of the berth. His cervo groping and squeezing at your waist and thighs.

Your hips held still by the other cervo.

He then leaned his helm down. To where his dermas are close to your clit.

You watched as you turned your helm down to the side to only see the top of his helm. You then feel his glossa lick at your node. His dermas then around your clit.

At first licking, then sucking at the sensitive node. Making your legs shake on his shoulders.

He continues, his glossa licking and moving in circles around your now wet node. His dermas gently biting at it and sucking harshly at times. Making you let out soft moans.

His cervos then holding under your thighs.

Pushing them back and wider even more to spread your valve. He then moved lower. Pressing his glossa into your cunt. Making it thrust in back and forth.

Letting out soft groans to send vibrations against the walls and send more pleasure into. Making your hips lift up and forward more against his helm against your own will.

He then continues. Then moving back to sucking your clit.

Your moaning becomes louder and louder. Your valve becoming wet and your hips struggling to stay still. He keeps a firm hold on your hips.

When it felt like you were wet enough. He moved his cervo to your valve. Pressing a digit into your valve.

Causing you to let out a gasp.

He started to stand a bit more. Pressing a few kisses against your thighs and waist.

His digit moving in and out of your valve.

You only letting out soft gasps. Your helm turning to the side to look away. His helm returning to your clit.

Pressing a second digit in as he returned to licking your very sensitive node. Licking and sucking at it. Soon pressing in another in, making it three digits in now. It being what feels you up.

When you let out an even louder gasp and more softer moans. He chuckled against your valve and curled his didigts.

Making you arch your back and your thighs to try to squeeze him tightly.

Before you even realized yourself. You finally came onto his digits. Your frame relaxing a bit. He could taste it against his chin. His optics opening to stare up at you with almost closed optics.

Bright red as his dermas moved lower to clean you up.

Removing his digits from your cunt. Giving a long lick very sensitive valve causing large amount of pleasure through your frame. Your legs shaking and lifting off his shoulders.

While he continued you tried to hold yourself together.

You just had your first orgasm in well, forever. Since the two fractions started to become bigger in the picture.

You and Thundercracker ended up being too busy to really spend certain time together. Your moans and gasps become non-stop. His glossa lapping and pressing almost harshly against your sensitive valve.

Once you were cleaned up, he made sure to give your valve a very gentle kiss. Lifting his helm up, he got back on the berth.

Pressing his cervos against the berth to support him up.

One of his cervos then moving to hold your chin.

Making you look at him. Your optics were just dim, cry tears as small once still flow down, and a sad frown on your dermas. This made him upset inside. Missing that usual smile you usually have.

But he guess he should’ve guessed that.

His helm then leaning down. His dermas connecting with yours. It was soft, surprisingly. He seems to be really into the kiss. Optics closed and all as you just watch him.

But then, as his other cervo made its way to his own panel. Gently rubbing it for a moment. He’s then interrupted by a call through a comm. He pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft groan.

Sitting up on the berth as he answers it. The cervo once holding your chin now gently rubs back and forth on your waist.

Is this his was of comforting you? You just stared at the ceiling as you heard him.

He just nodded and said yes every now and then.

After a few minutes he ended the call and let out an annoyed sigh. Looking back at you. He soon has a grin on his dermas and gently kiss your cheek.

Then gently whispered into your audio sensors while he leaned over you once more.

”Be a good femme and stay in your room. You’re very tired and I’ll be back before you know it. Understood? Oh and I’ll have guards at the door if you try to leave. You’re only allowed out that door to eat and gain energy. Undertsood?”

He continued while his cervos gripped at you waist tightly.

You slowly nodded.

Not wishing to feel that intense shock again. You just listened as he got but and hear the click of his visors and mask returning. He then made his way to kiss your cheek and gently whisper bye for now.

You closed your optics and turned your helm away. Hearing the door opened and closed.

Soon turning to be on your side. Seeing there’s a window. Black inside so no one can see into the apartment. You tightly squeezed your legs together.

Feeling so much shame and guilt. The pain overwhelming you that you’re becoming exhausted.

Hugging the pillow for the berth as you sobbed.

Wondering how you haven’t ran out of tears yet. Before you even realized it. You were soon fast asleep. Your body slowing down from shivering. Your back finally relaxing.

Your valve slowly relaxing more after your high. You don’t want to know what he has planned tomorrow.

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As you slept in recharge. You still laying on your side.

Goldbug finally returned past the dead of night. He had to deal with Optimus having another temper tantrum. The guards being replaced by new ones for the night.

Once he laid next to you. He made sure to hold you.

Being higher then you, placing your helm against his chest as he laid on his back.

His arm around your shoulders as his other went under his own helm. Finally falling asleep. Hours later in the morning you slowly woke up. Seeing through the tinted window, it was sunrise.

You sat up, struggling a bit as you felt almost a soreness between your legs.

Your pedes moving off the berth. Sitting up and looking around. You didn’t get to take in how nice the room you were in was. Surprised really.

You realized Goldbug wasn’t next to you. Unsure if he even came back.

You then made it to the door. Slowly opening it and peek outside. The guards aren’t there. You slowly walk out.

Seeing the front door pretty far. You then slowly step forward. Trying to be as quiet as you can. Until a blue bot close by cleared his throat. Making you freeze in fear.

You slowly turned to him. He was sitting at the table. His chair apparently a little bigger than the others. He had two energon plates.

One in front of him and another in front of the chair next to him. His arm on the table as he leaned forward a bit while his visors and mouth guard were off. You just stood there frozen until he finally spoke.

”Come sweet spark, sit.” He says the last word in a deep voice. You then notice he had the device next to his arm.

Definitely placed there as a warning.

Slowly, you made your way closer to him. Taking your seat next to him. Cervos on your lap while his optics watched you. You would then feel his cervo go to be over yours. Making you shake a little.

He finally spoke after a moment of silence between you both. “Already so obedient for me. Because of my little device here? Hmm…Wonder if I can get you to be obedient, just by the sound of my own voice.”

He teased. His helm getting closer as he leaned more forward.

His digit gently rubbing your cervo, his optics scanning your frame as he has a sly grin on his dermas. Speaking once more.

”Now that I think about it. I haven’t properly introduce myself and your new life with me. Now have I.” His cervo slowly moving from on top of your cervos, up to your chest. His other still on his own thigh. You watched his cervo. Before taking note that he had a few scars around his dermas. And his optic. And yet.

Unlike yours and others. His optics are fully red covered and even darker then even Optimus own red optics.

He took notice. His grin growing wider. Speaking once he leaned back. His cervo no longer at your chest. Instead the arm on the table once more while his other remains on his thigh.

The cervo on the table then picking up the energon on his plate as he spoke.

”You see, sweetspark. I took you from your poor apartment and poor excuse of a Conjunx. He ate an energon. “I suggest you eat. I’m taking you to work with me, sweetspark.”

You stared at him with fear. Then looking down at the plate of energon. Slowly your cervo moved to grab the energon. Then putting it to your dermas. Finally eating one.

He watched while he ate. Once you were finished, he got off his chair and has his frame face you. His optics narrowed almost. But his grin still there. He then spoke again. “Your place, is next to me now. You see sweetspark. I always have what I want.

And lucky you my dear. You have the honor to be the Conjunx of Goldbug himself!” He exclaimed with pride.

Throwing his arms up at the last part. You just looked down.

You can only imagine thundercracker joyful face from just a few days ago. Already feeling more possible tears coming down your cheeks.

Goldbug noticing and letting out an annoyed groan.

He then aggressively grabbed your chin. Making you look at him as he glared at you while his optic grew a bright red for a moment.

“Now, now sweetspark. Haven’t you cried enough From our foreplay last night! Now face me like a good Conjunx. And face me!” You tried to not flinch. So, slowly you moved on the seat. Having finished your energon.

He made sure to be between your legs. His cervos then gently rubbing the top of your thighs.

He let out a deep chuckle while you just looked down.

Soon he gets a call through the comm. He answered it. Placing two digits at his audio sensors as he looked to the side.

All you can do is wait. He then spoke. responding to the caller.

”Alright, alright. I’ll make my way over…Yes, I am. Bringing her. Prime better know better to keep his cervos to himself.”

He grumbled. His mouth guard and visors returning to cover his face. He then moved to put the plates away and made his way to the door. Soon speaking without looking at you.

“Come along sweetspark, It’s time you get to work as my assistant.”

You slowly stood up. Walking toawrds him .Taking notice he’s gripping tightly to the device that’ll send a shock into your body. You behind him as you both walked out of the room and into the halls to the elevator.

You trying to keep some distance as you try to stop the tears from going down your cheeks.

The entire time you and him made your way to the building where he works. You continue to keep your distance.

You both then making it to this open space where many bots are drilling into the ground. Goldbug then started to look around. You just stood there. Having put on your mouth guard earlier to hide your quivering dermas.

He then spoke. Giving your aft a good slap once standing next to you. “Now stay here. I’ll be right back sweetspark.”

He made his way to Optimus. You stayed standing there of the door while you watched him get further and further.

Wait- he left you alone? Here??? Your cervos clenching while you hear the bots around you whistle and talk about you.

Complimenting your frame and all. While others even pass by.

Your visors soon coming on, since earlier goldbug seemed to glare at you when you tried to earlier. You stood there for a moment longer.

Goldbug seems to be arguing with Optimus. You got more nervous as more and more bots started staring at you and talk. Some bigger and smaller then you.

You then tried your best to not flinch as Goldbug made his way back to you. You can tell he’s angry just by his movements.

As he’s about to pass you. He grabbed your cervo and dragged you with him. you both making it to his office.

You’d then look around while he grumbled and started to throw things around.

Staying close to the door. The office becoming recked and messy around the desk while he grumbled and complained about Optimus.

When he slowly calmed down. He looked at you and yelled. “Close that damn door!”

You flinched. Doing as he said. “Lock it!” He yelled once more. You doing as he said without hesitation. When you looked at him. He sat in his chair at his large desk.

Turning on the tv to show the news hosted by Blaster. Sighing as he leaned back.

Still fuming with so much anger. When he noticed you standing there still. Looking away and down as you shake a little. He then tapped his desk. You then looking at him with your visors back. His cervo then lifting. His digit curling for you to come closer.

Slowly once more, you made your way to him. Going around the desk and standing before him. He then just stared at you.

Then leaning forward as his cervos moved and ruined around the sides of your waist. Letting out a hum.

He then let out a soft sigh and looked up at you. Leaning back against his chair once more as he looked back at you. Speaking once more.

”We have…a lot of work to do.”

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Weeks…..probably months have went by since that day.

Morning and night. At work and his apartment. Always keeping you close even during the meetings with Prowel and a few other important autobot memebers.

You always standing by next behind his chair. Cervos behind your back as he taught you to do this at every meeting and if he’s just speaking to someone.

Always having a bad feeling as you felt Optimus optics burn the the side of your helm.

He always stared at you without even a care of being caught. Hell, just like Prowl. The two are always making optics towards you. Even one time when you and Goldbug were leaving. Prowl whistled to you.

Placing his cervo to his helm with two digits split in front of his dermas. Then sticking his glossa out with a grin.

His glossa between the two digits. A low chuckle coming from his intake when you looked at him.

At times when Goldbug does notice. He take his anger out in interfacing with you either after or once at home.

You were submissive. Though when you would get lost in your own helm. He always made sure to shock you. The next always longer then the last one.

Your faith in being saved or even escape becoming more and more unrealistic.

Losing your sanity even. After binding with Goldbug so long ago, getting more and more use to being with him every single day.

You hate yourself even more. Slowly accepting your life and just becoming more tired. Your kisses slowly by the month becoming more responsive towards his when he would show that affection.

On one particular day, you stood at your usual spot behind and next to his chair. A data pad in your arms as you looked outside his large window. Bots flying around and so on.

Goldbug was in a middle of a meeting on his computer with Prowl. He was angry of course. You staying out of view. Your choice at least.

When the call finally ended, he let out an annoyed sigh.

You taking a step to be next to him more. Ready to write in your data pad. He then looked up at the door thinking for a good moment.

Standing up and stretching out his arms up. Then placing his cervos on his hips as he spoke.

”I’m going to get some good energon for us and speak to ratchet for a little. You can stay here and finish prowls report from todays meeting. Be a good femme while I’m good. Alright sweetspark?”

His cervo has moved to hold your hip then to your aft. Bringing you closer as he stared up at you with a grin.

You nodding with a forced smile while his mouth guard returned. Soon he’s walking out. You letting out a soft sigh as you write down the report you saved in your memory. Finishing git as you soon hear the door open.

“Goldbug? You’re back so soon? I-“ You froze.

You were behind the desk when you put the data down and looked up. To see Optimus standing there with his cervo against the frame door and his other cervo was against his own hip.

You backed up a bit. Stopping when your legs hit the small chair. He then started walking towards you. The door closing behind him while his reps remain casual.

Getting closer and closer. You moving to behind the small chair as he spoke.

”Not to worry, little femme. I have been meaning to come over to….chit chat. Is all, I promise.” He went around the desk getting closer. “He’ll be very busy downstairs. So what you say we get to really…Know. Eachother.”Before you knew it he has pinned you against the large window.

His cervos against the glass. His optics staring down at you while there’s only a few inches between you both.

Your back frame against the glass fully from your fear when you got startled by him. You started to shake.

Sending Goldbug a signal through the bond. He seemed to be goring it though. Why?

Optimus helm then leaning down as his mouth gaurd goes back. A horrible grin on his dermas as he spoke once more. “My it’s so rude of Goldbug to just keep you all to himself. he should really learn to share.”

He whispered is a low voice. His glossa then sticking out to lick the side of your neck. Making you shiver. He then got to work with sucking and kisses at your neck. From your shoulder to under your chin.

His cervos feeling up your frame. Your own cervos moving to press harshly against his chest despite being much more taller then you. He continued his act as your started to get in your own helm. You couldn’t do this with goldbug before.

Why? Do you just fear goldbug more then Optimus?

You never dare to resist against goldbug. But for all you know, Optimus is much stronger then him.

You’re then roughly turned around by Optimus. The side of your helm harshly pressed against the window. One of his cervos presses against your upper back to keep you pinned.

While the other has a hard grip on your hip and aft. You then hear him let out a low chuckle.

Taking note of your tramp stamp. It was blue and gold frames with Goldbugs name in red on it. Not your willing choice.

Then again you different have a choice when he made you get it.

Optimus gave your aft a gentle pat before having his middle digit press harshly against your panel. Your optics shutting tightly. Continuing to send pulls to Goldbug.

Optimus dermas against the back of your neck. Before he can force your panel open, you both heard the door to the office open. Goldbugs voice booming as you both hear him stomp over. Optimus only backing a little.

Giving you room to not be against the window.

Goldbug then pointed his gun at Optimus while yelling at him. “You better leave if you know what’s good for you Prime. And to NOT touch my property every again!”

Optimus just chuckled and casually walked away to the door as he spoke calmly.

”Now, now goldbug. Can you blame me? When you have have something so…enchanting you simply must learn to share…I’ll see you around.”

You just stared at Goldbug. Who was fuming.

Apparently Optimus had a few guards distract him and he thought you were calling him because you were becoming needy.

Not sure why he would assume that but at least he made it back before Optimus can have his fun.

Goldbug being beyond pissed. Is an understatement.

Eventually after having another fight wit Optimus and killing your old friend starscream while he had you stay home to make your famous energon cake.

He became the lord to a large part of Cybertron. Of course, keeping you by his side.

Much to Optimus dismay. Life for Goldbug was great. Leading over his own followers and honestly having the strongest ones on his team.

For you however, things remained the same. Still to be watched over whenever he needed to leave you alone.

That much still against your own will.

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One day, after weeks of things being how they are.

You’ve noticed Goldbug seemed almost….more affectionate with you. As in a tiny bit kinder and as in he genuinely cared almost when you’re with him.

You soon realized something very new with him on one special day. A day before the Decepticons became more of a threat then ever.

You were in his office with him. Of course. Sitting on the desk with your cervos on the desk. Leaning back a little as your eggs dangled off. Your helm leaned back while loud moans and grunts leave your dermas.

Goldbug standing with his cervos gripping tightly at your waist. His forhelm against your mid chest. His mouth guard off while loud groans and grunts leaves his own dermas.

Visors on as his optics stare down between you both. watching his spike appearing and disappearing into your tight valve.

His spike is so much bigger then you would expect from a small bot like him. With pride told you it’s just good genes.

But wheeljack told you when watching over you that he made sure to help him create the perfect size before taking you.

You promised to stay quiet.

Your legs remained around his waist as he ordered. Going a few rounds. The desk constantly moving back and forth after every aggressive thrust.

Your moans and the desk moving of course being well heard outside the office.

You soon felt him wrap an arm around you as the other presses your thigh down. His thrusts becoming faster and faster. Your moans becoming louder and louder.

Going another few rounds while the sun slowly set behind him through the window.

When he finally stayed still. Pushing his last load into you. He remained still. You leaning back on your elbows against the desk.

The front of his frame resting against yours.

His hips pressed firmly against yours. Your legs no longer around his waist but just above his hips.

You glanced down at him. The side of his helm against your chest while his optics closed. Trying to calm himself. You then hear him speaking. In a whisper. You’re sure he was trying to whisper where you cant hear him.

But You always did have good hearing. His words leaving you to remain frozen. “I love you.”

You're stunned for a moment. Staring out the window for a moment. Slowly, your cervo moved to his helm. You’re not sure why. You noticed your cervo shakes a little.

Your cervo then gently holds the side of his helm. Very comforting as you looked out the window. It being dark out now. The lights from the city being the only thing creating light in the room.

Goldbug seemed to flinch a bit when he felt your helm.

He soon grabbing your wrist and leaning up a bit as he glared at you.

Then speaking while his other cervo gripped harshly at your thigh. Making you flinch from the action. “What are you planning?”

You responded. “You just- seemed like you needed it. I’m sorry.” You turned your helm away. Expecting to get slapped for a moment there. Goldbug just stared at you for a moment longer before looking down, then away.

You then feel his spike move out of you. His loads pouring out of you to the desk then off to the floor.

He started to walk to his chair by the window. Kicking it earlier when he decided he wanted to have some fun with you. Sitting down in it while his spike remains up and hard.

His optics staring at you through his visors while keeping his legs spread. Arms on the arm rest of the chair.

“It’s getting late…Go to bed.”

You remain silent for a moment. Getting off the table and passing him. Making your way to your shared berth room next to the office.

You laid down. Laying on your side, your back facing the door. A couple hours later he finally came in. You still weren’t asleep. Something you grew use to because of your anxiety and fear. You stayed still. Pretending to be asleep.

Feeling his weight on the berth and his body moving to get closer to you. His arm moving around your shoulders to hold the other side of your helm.

His dermas pressing against yours to ‘wake you’ up. You pretended to wake up as your frame turned, laying on your back. He was using his elbow to support himself up.

He knows you heard him, because of your action.

You both just stared at each other for a moment longer.

The silence almost unbearable. Without saying a word, his optics almost closed and are dim.

He then leaned down and connected his dermas with yours once more. For the first time this one was passionate and soft against yours. He seemed to let out a few moans against the kiss.

Not even forcing his glossa in this time.

After a second, you responded with a kiss. His cervo once holding the side of your helm moved to rest above your waist.

Rubbing in a circular motion as the room is covered with the sound of soft kisses and your small moans. He then slowly pulled back and looked away for a moment, seeming to be deep in thought. You waited. Your optics almost sad while you glance at his cervo still on your waist. He sighed and spoke once more.

His voice low and in a whisper. As it always it when you both are alone.

”Get some rest. We deal with the damn decepticons tomorrow. So be a good femme and maybe I’ll reward you. Understood?”

You just slowly nodded. Goldbug then laying down. His cervo on his own top waist while he stared up at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh. You then turning your helm away for a moment.

A small tear falling down the side of one of your optics.

You both, soon fast asleep.

This- took so long to edit- im sure i still missed something just message me if i do so i can fix it. My god i love this but DAMN I got so into it. I hope you guys enjoyed this and as always a repost is appreciated.

Really proud if how this came out and i hope to see you guys in the next one! Have a good rest of your day!!!

[everythingblreview]

Kuu no Mori Review

Hello welcome on my „Playing BL games no one ever heard of” game journey. Kuu no Mori was recommended by a friend who didn’t play the game themself (lol). Apart from the obvious yaoi-core art of the early 2000s the story had me interested. So, I decided to give it a try and I’m glad I did because I did enjoy it. There will be spoiler but they will be in an extra part, in case someone actually wants to play it (don’t believe it but just in case).

18+ you know the deal 

Story

Basically the main character Yukimura Takashi is on his way to his grandpa’s (great grandpa’s?) funeral, but on his way his car breaks down in a storm in the middle of a forest. Luckily for him he finds a mansion nearby and is invited to stay by the butler until the road, that is blocked by the storm is clear again. Of course, this is not a normal mansion and soon mysterious things begin to happen….

So, in this game basically all characters have a route. There is the butler, the maid, the son of the owner, his cousin, the gardener, the doctor and a mysterious route with a character you won’t see until you pretty much played all routes.

The game has bad, normal, spiral, brute, dream, good and best ends, you need to play at least one end until you can play the best end.

One bad end in ever route is just MC returning home, which is something I don’t count as a “bad” end but ok. The brute ends are usually the “true” bad ends of the game. Spiral ends always end with MC dying and him returning to the part where he just arrived at the mansion.

Also, the game can have MC as bottom or top depending on the route. Or both.

Characters

Yukimura Takashi

(Poor bitch, always ends in the bdsm basement) 

The main character was actually alright, he wasn’t stupid and could think for himself, he also didn’t mind falling for a guy and for a 2004 stone age bl game that alone is impressive. He could also be an asshole, especially when he was top, but usually he was kind. My only complaint would be that he was falling way too fast for the LI. The LI would lick his finger and this idiot would dream 3 days about it.

Sakuraba Hayato

(Yes I had to use that face) 

The cousin I played first because he has Miki Shinichiro’s va cough cough. I don’t usually like the playboy characters, but he was alright, I guess? He did sexual harassed the MC but nothing too bad. Of course, he had the “tragic backstory” what else did I expect? But overall, an ok route.

*Spoiler part*

So, the MC mentioned often how he looks sad when he talk about love and we later learn that the woman he loved drowned in a pond near the mansion when they wanted to run away and now she is basically haunting him and doesn’t want him to leave her (ghost?). In all best ends and some other ends after the LI and MC get together, the mansion suddenly catches fire, so they have to flew. In one of his bad ends his ghost girlfriend blocks him from leaving lmao ok. In the best end they successfully escape with the dead girlfriend’s blessing and live together, also the mansion basically vanishes, and they later find out that no one knew the mansion or the people who lived there actually existed.

Nanase Mao

(Thats actually a pretty CG) 

The maid, yes this is a guy, and he is not even hiding it lol. He basically sleeps with everyone in the mansion and loves cute dresses. His route was also ok, not my type of character because no matter how much I know he is a man my brain thinks instantly “woman” when I see him. MC was kinda a dickhead in his route, but he apologized so it’s alright. He had the “prettiest” CGs in the game.

*Spoiler part*

The reason he always wears cute dresses is because his mother would only pay attention to him when he wore them because yes, she wanted a girl, so he got used to wearing them. And the reason why he sleeps around is because he likes it when people love his body the way it is and not because he wears cute dresses. So actually, I liked his good end way more than the best end, because in the good end he cuts his hair and starts wearing man clothes and only sometimes wears his dresses. Rather than just liking cute dresses I felt like he was wearing them in a way to deal with not being accepted by his mother, so him starting to reject this felt more like he started to finally get over this. In the best end he lives with MC as basically a girl and works at a cosplay café.

Takahama Kengo

(Mmh sexy sharp quality pic, I’m sorry the game is so old you can’t even play fullscreen)

Oh god how do I even start….This man is trash, his only goal is to sexual harass the MC and he uses all chances he gets. He even tried it in other routes. Oh, also did I mentioned I don’t like doctor characters? Because being a doctor is their only personality and their reason for becoming a doc is always “I lost someone important to me bla bla” zzzz.

Dear reader it’s time to scarify another victim to the trash pile. Hooray hooray!

*Spoiler part*

Doc became doc for sick brother, brother dead, he sad now needs to sexual harass MC. MC srupid idiot can’t escape his “great” finger work bla bla, they escape bla bla doc is some beast in bed pfffff whatever get this man away from me.

Onoda Seiichirou

(Look at the small hamster on his shoulder  (∗´ ᨔ `∗) )

The gardener and my personal favourite. He only shows up to introduce himself in other routes and you won’t see him until you play his route. He looks intimidating but he is such a sweetheart. Him and MC spend the whole route talking about flowers, he is like a Disney princess but instead of animals the plants love him. He also has a cute hamster that lives in the forest and comes to sit on his shoulder sometimes?? How cute is that??Also him being bottom in the good end had me very surprised.

*Spoiler Part*

In his good end MC stays together with him in the mansion and they live happy after buuuut, in his best end after he and MC escape the burning mansion and pass through the forest it turns out that he is actually a part of a tree that grows in the greenhouse, that took the form of a human and because he is connected to the mansion he can’t existed outside it. So, he starts to turn back into a tree but not before telling the MC, that he loves and is glad to have met him. After the tree turns into sand and MC fully devastated brings the sand back home and plants it, from which a red rose grows that in flower language means “I love you”. Honestly? What a great end, I love different ending than the usual “they lived happy ever after” kind of endings, the story was really cute, and they had great chemistry and yes, I’m a little sad over the end but I think letting it end this way made it more special.

Kishiwada Shounosuke

(His head looks like an avocado) 

The butler of the mansion. From the very beginning this man was scary and always felt like he hidden side to him, and as expected I didn’t enjoy his route, his polite way of talking just freaks me out and his good and best end were not eh how should I say it “enjoyable”. The only good part about his route is that you will find out more about the mansion. To play his best end you have to play the best end of the former four characters.

*Spoiler part*

There is no “good end” in his route, he is evil and wants to get rid of the MC because he is too close to the mansion owner’s son. Good end and best end have no difference they both end with MC being locked up in the bdsm basement. The normal end is maybe would I consider a “good” end where MC stays with him (without ending in the bdsm basement) but it’s hinted that he plans on killing him later on, also he can be bottom in the normal end. The more important part is that in his route we find out that the former owner who lived in the Meiji period (1868-1912) killer his adoptive son, who he had a sexual relationship with and his son’s lover who he tried to run away with because the pedo father kept his son locked up in the mansion, and then put a curse on the mansion. Alrighty then.

Ayasegawa Yuuri

(My friend said his eyes make him look like a bug HAHAAHAHA)

The son of the mansion owner and what I consider the “true route” of the game. He is very cold to the MC in the beginning and always tells him to leave. His good end is unlocked from the beginning, but I recommend doing the other characters first. Not my kind of character but he had all the keys to the mystery of the mansion, so it was still interesting to play, and he had the most ends, which took forever to complete.

*Spoiler Part*

Let’s get straight to the point, Yuri’s father, the mansion’s owner moved with his wife in the mansion after it was abandoned for a few year. There his wife had Yuuri but died a while later after giving birth to him and his father was so in grieve that he promised to always protect Yuuri and never let him leave the masion.

From what I understand the curse of the mansion made him go crazy and one day when he Yuuri tried to run away he killed him and after realising what he had done he set fire to the mansion that killed everyone in it. But probably through that curse the mansion and the forest surrounding it were thrown into a time loop that always end with Yuuri dying and the mansion being burning down. (This is where the name of the game, “Kuu no Mori” meaning “empty forest” comes from)

Yuuri is the only one who has the memory of the time loops, his father on the other hand, had being unconscious since the first time-loop, so even without his father doings Yuuri just randomly dies at some point and the mansion burns down.

This is where the MC comes into the story. At some point Yuuri starts having dreams about MC and his life. Which ended with MC being able to enter the time loop. After he tells the MC about it, they try to escape the mansion, that is burning yet again. (MC disturbing the time loop so now it can burn without Yuuri having to die first). Of course, they are stopped by the evil butler (what a surprise) who tries to get Yuuri back.

At some point it was also revealed that MC and Yuuri each had an amulet that belongs to Yuri’s father and MC’s great grandfather who were friends and had it made so they always could always remember each other when they were apart. (Just normal bros having friendship amulets, no homo) These amulets got close to each other during the fight with the butler the energy kinda released the spirit of MC’s great grandpa (who’s funeral MC was heading to) who tells the butler to stop, and then we learn that the soul of the butler and the father got mixed at some point and he start doing all this shit because of his obsession with Yuuri. So, after MC great grandfather menages to convince him to let Yuuri go they can finally escape (yay).

And here is a different between the good end and the best end. In the good end Yuri can’t exist in the world outside the time loop because he died long ago, but in the best end he can for some reason and there was no explanation why he could suddenly, but consider how the other characters could also leave the time-loop without dying it’s fine I guess? So anyways they escape, the time loop is finally broken, and the souls of the other characters are finally released and MC and Yuuri live happy ever after.

…The end right ? Nope

Dio

(Ah yes great I love furry ) 

Welcome to the locked route of the game and yes you see correctly, that’s a wolf…. This whole route felt like the developer finished the game, celebrated by having a weed party, got too high and wrote an extra route. But don’t worry we suddenly didn’t turn from boys love to bestiality love, he also has a more “human” version in the appearance of an gorilla HAHAHAHAHA (kill me).

(The zoo called they want their gorilla back)

*Spoiler part*

Dio, whose full name is Diosdor*ze¥*fi&ctle$#& (no this is not a joke) is some kind of…. I have no idea honestly, God? Spirit? Yokai? Whatever he is stuck in the time-loop, and nothing is really explained because he doesn’t really speak like a normal human. MC becomes besties with him talks with him for like 2 day plays rock-scissors-stone with him and gets his ass ripped and it ends with Dio finally being free and taking him up the sky or some shit to show him where he came from??? ……..I have no words, the hell?

Anyways let’s pretend that route never happened.

Art and Musik

Lmao yes beautiful yaoi faces they had, I had a good laugh from it, some CGs where not too bad if they didn’t show their giant chins. But overall, it wasn’t too bad in my eyes, I can ignore the artwork if the story is enjoyable. Every character had its own background music, so instead of different music for different scenes the music of the character you were talking with was playing.

Conclusion

Would I recommend the game? Yes, sure why not, I had fun. With such old games I can’t go around judging too hard, why should I complain about something so old, it’s just how games where back them and honestly compared to some newer trash I played *coughdystopianooucough* I rather take this game. Of course the romance development maybe felt a little fast but the route where rather short, and honestly I didn’t care about the romance in the game I just wanted to know what was wrong with the mansion. Overall the whole game didn’t felt rushed at all. There was less rape (outside the bad ends) than expected (only 1 scene I think?) and the characters were fun and MC not stupid (god bless). Also I skipped all H-scenes HAHAHAHA. So yeah I had fun and I will look into some older game now more often.

[bytchysylvy]

Oasis: 1, Latikam: 7, Casarin: 10, Hydrel: 18

(oasis) What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Approximately 10 minutes. This assumes "nothing" does not include keeping a watch out, navigation, watching to make sure casarin is paying attention, making snide comments and flipping off other pilots while on the ship. If he's being responsible she likes to go harass alex in the back. On land she's always wandering off on her own away from casarin either picking up essentials he's forgotten again or non essentials lol. She can also be found playing "lets throw bricks at susarikas" (he loves it) to pass the time.

If there's NOTHING to do, she's trapped just waiting, she'll usually pull something she uh found in the street (finders keepers) and carve into it with her knife. No this is mine, see its got my name on it and a little pony too, oh and on this side its got a snake eating a watermelon.

(latikam) What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

The thing with living for centuries is that at a certain point, everything and nothing causes nostalgic, its the experience of every vazuvyr. BUT latikam has lived through the occupation AND does not live in his homeland anymore, in a way he is a child who remembers past lives but cannot apply any of it to this one. The biggest trigger is that mokubat learned how to cook from vokutlvek, and while they have their different styles every now and then something lines up, he can taste his brothers work in his sons. Its... a lot. Thats the taste he's known through centuries of heartache and love and pain and joy and healing, yet for once he's not here for it. The person who's always been there to run to, lay his head on, and protected him isn't there this time. Somehow disorientating and grounding at the same time.

Seeing casarin and hydrel also remind him A LOT of vokutlvek and azrem. Their stupid little dramas, playing footsies at the table, shoving food into his mouth. Latikam said "I know what you are".

(casarin) What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

God why did you have pick THIS one for him how did you hone in on this choice. My man keeps repeatedly telling a very specific lie about how okay he is. "haunted" probably isnt the word Id pick exactly. During sf its less of the burden of knowing he lied and more of the fear of someone finding out the truth. And in act 2 when someone confronts him about it he doubles down on "everything is fine" until he's dragged kicking and screaming to the warm saucer of milk. At the end of his life he looks at those years and realizes how stupid he was for putting himself through it and not asking for help, especially now recognizing fjinmars and adaen saw the problem and wanted to help him but he never gave them the chance, but at this point he's too preoccupied by the good run they had and how thats going to be gone.

A specific instance he told this lie to his mother, who he never lies to because she is telepathic, clocked him immediately and he broke down about the whole thing. The thing that hurts him is that he doesnt know why he lied, mama never made him feel bad about this before, he just... felt guilty and embarrassed about all this. idk.

(hydrel) What embarrasses them?

The austisms. He's had people "just tease" him for his expressions and taking things literally and when he's last to the joke. Doesnt like to ask what people mean by things because that usually makes it worse. It's not obvious in the main script but its worth noticing how much differently he acts with his family vs with casarin. Weird. Sure its nothing. Also bringing up past incidents is the fastest way to get 🧑‍🤝‍🧑-- points with him, VERY embarrassed when he realized after the fact he overreacted or was rude when he didnt mean to be. Just let him learn and move on.

Also extremely embarrassed if you catch him farting lmao. How dare you accuse him of having a bodily function. I want a bestie divorce.

[h0tchner]

Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

[introloves]

@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

-

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

���keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Where we last left off, the true form of Doppelgänger was revealed and Luz, the sweetheart, continued to be unusually sympathetic to the literal snake that stole her identity.

Namedrop! Doppelgänger’s real name is Vee! Which I already knew. Although that’s probably a good thing, otherwise I’d probably spell her name Wea or something. Ví. Wii. V.

When Luz asks about her name, Vee hesitates and stumbles over her words. I’m not quite sure, but I think she says something like ”I never found-” Now, this would not be the first time my ears have played tricks on me (see previous episode for a demonstration), but it sounds like Vee might not have found out what her real name is. So a similar situation to King then.

Also, I guess it wasn’t Vee who was behind the traps like I thought. I was thinking, 'cause you know… snake. Snakes eat rabbits, right? But Luz was familiar with how the trap worked, so someone’s been setting them before she departed for the Demon Realm.

I’m gonna be thinking about Vee slipping up and calling Camila ”mom” for like a week, aren’t I?

We also get a namedrop for Luz hometown. Gravesfield! Which I already knew, although for once, I inflicted that particular spoiler on myself.

Luz dismisses it as junk, but lets take a quick look at the first page. The first thing that caught my attention was that this Jacob Hopkins fella appears to have noticed strange goings on in Gravesfield. Like how someone is stealing garbage and also putting feathers in his coffee. That’s obviously Eda, as confirmed on the next page. We know Eda has been coming to the Human Realm for some thirty years now, so that’s plenty of time to cause plenty of mischief. Like harassing random strangers at a cafe and then enchanting some books to attack them when they don’t let her skip the line.

It seems Luz has the idea to visit the cafe so Vee can gobble up some of that leftover magic so they can shapeshift. Thats’ good and all, but ah… to do that, Vee’s gonna have to get there, and she’s kinda… conspicuous.

If we look at the first image again, we can see an old-timey fella there shaking hands with a witch (who has a devil tail). Say, do you guys know of any old-timey fellas important to The Plot of this show?

Philip Wittebane’s from Gravesfield, I’m calling it now. That’s why the portal door leads there. The image is either of him with a witch/demon he brought back with him, or based on rumors spread about him as he told people back home of his adventures. Because, you know, witches and the devil…

So with this in mind… if it wasn’t Vee, then who has been leaving the traps? It could just be some guy who really wanna eat some rabbits, but… if the portal always opens at this old shack, then it’s not unreasonable for someone to notice strange things happening there, like an owl dragging comically large sacks of trash there. Heck, that’s how Luz ended up in the Demon Realm to begin with! So I’m wondering if these traps might have been set up by someone, like the Jacob Hopkins dude for instance, to try and catch Owlbert and/or Eda. It might be a stretch, I just have a feeling is all.

OKAY, turns out that it was not a stretch at all, someone is clearly very interested in this old shack. And now they have footage of what looks like Luz transforming into a strange monster. And if the camera records audio, then they have even more than that. This can not be a good thing. For starters, it has the potential of ruining Luz’ and Vee’s little scheme of making sure Camila stays happy and ignorant about her daughter’s disappearance and replacement. If go even further, it could also mean that Vee could get captured, killed or experimented on. Or all three and probably in that order.

So Gravesfield was founded in 1635. You know who else was from roughly that same time period? Philip Wittebane! And granted, this one might actually be stretching a bit, but those wings on the town shield look a bit like the wings on the Emperor’s Coven symbol.

I will also point out that Gravesfield is a strange name for a town. It’s kinda ominous. It sounds of death.

[shotorozu]

Hello hello! Your blog is so organized and pleasing to look at! If you have the time, could you make headcanons or a small scenario of Shinsou, Todoroki and Hawks with a mute s/o? Would they be okay with doing most of the talking? Would their s/o type or write really fast when excited? How would the boys react to someone calling their s/o weird for not talking? I love your work🤗

mute s/o

characters : shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto, hawks

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, earthbending quirk

fic type : headcanons [fluff]

notes : ahh my blog isn’t that organized— but wow! thanks for thinking so :))

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shinsou hitoshi

will be kinda taken aback when he goes up to you to say hi, but you don’t respond

will hope that you aren’t stuck up bc you’re in the hero course, that’d be a real shame for him.

turns out bakugou had to tell him that you’re mute

“they’re mute, dumb purple minion,” bakugou scoffs, “they damaged their vocal cords in an accident years ago, i thought you’d catch on.”

oh

so apparently, you destroyed your vocal cords in a quirk accident, a piece of rubble fell on your throat— leaving you permanently mute.

now he feels kinda bad.

so he goes up to you to apologize, and when your expression lights up— he’s glad to know that you’re not angry at him.

will learn sign language for you if you prefer that.

but if you use the classical notepad, that’s fine too.

he knows you get really pumped up when you start signing/writing so fast

and he finds it adorable.

even though your voice is practically non existent, he still looks for your opinion

he’s also good with doing all the talking, since not everyone is willing to do sign language/reading a note pad

but you being mute means you’re immune to being under his quirk,

which he’s kinda sad about bc he can’t tease you

he’ll use his quirk to get people to leave when they bother you (he doesn’t actually hurt them, so don’t worry)

he probably will if they physically harass you though

todoroki shouto

doesn’t notice at first because he’s so caught up in anger during the earlier days of UA

but when he’s the new and improved shouto, that’s when he kinda realizes that he hasn’t heard your voice before.

is it because.. you’re mad at him..? maybe your impression on him was terrible, considering his earlier days.

he finds out you’re just mute when he asks your opinion on something.

he feels kinda inconsiderate for not noticing, but you reassure him that it’s fine and there’s no hard feelings.

a little awkward at first, since he bounces back and forth with notes and sign language.

he’s not used to this stuff so please bear with him

but eventually, he’ll stick with your preferred method of communication

no issue with doing all the speaking, but he’ll do it in such a blunt way— everyone will think you’re just like shouto

no.. thats not what i mean you think to yourself, but shouto gets the point across pretty well.

he finds it cute when you start writing/signing fast when you get excited. he just.. likes seeing it.

will freeze/burn anyone that’ll think you’re weird for being mute. it’s not your fault for being mute, and that doesn’t take away the personality shouto adores so much.

hawks | takami keigo

figures out pretty quickly ngl

like you’re so special in the hero industry but he doesn’t know why (yet, anyway.)

you’re a hero with a pretty powerful earthbending quirk, but is that it?

a few seconds into his first onesided conversation with you and he realizes what’s special about you

you’re mute!!

you were practically representing the mute community, and you were a rolemodel/icon for mute kids all across japan!

he switches to sign language pretty quickly (or notes if you prefer that.)

“it was nice to meet you, Y/N! want to know a little bit more about you.” he says as he hands you a notepad to write down an answer

(or he’ll just wait for you to sign it)

i feel like he was taught sign language in the hero commissions

it’s a headcanon but .. you get what i mean

doesn’t mind being your interpreter, that just kinda means he gets to understand you a bit more.

loves it when you sign/write faster when you excited!! it’s so cute

“birdy that was cute!”

probably tried to get you to speak on one occasion, if you weren’t born mute.

but if you were- he won’t try, and he respects you for that

you’ve caused a little controversy in the hero community a little bit

everyone debating if you should even be a hero because well—

communication is important in the industry

you don’t have to defend yourself, because hawks is always there to do it for you first :)

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do not plagiarize my work :))

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What happens when the Barbara Fan Club is bothering Barbara: Featuring the Knights of Favonius and my team

Jean

If she catches Albert bothering Barbara it will be the most passive aggressive you will ever seen the acting grand Master.

"Excuse me, but Sister Barbara and I are on official business. Please do not interrupt us."

Barbara will squeak and then nod in agreement.

If it's one of the creepier fans who try to get a little handsy, things get a little more violen.

She will straight up knock out a person if they try to get handsy with her or Barbara, and sometimes Barbara will have to stop her from doing more.

Essentially, it's common knowledge that if Barbara and Jean are together, don't bother them.

Kaeya

"Excuse me, but Sister Barbara and I are busy. Whatever it is that you require, I'm sure that the church will be more then capable of assisting you."

Not as passive aggressive as Jean, but the air tends to become just a little bit cooler if he thinks someone is bothering her.

If the personnel question tries to get handsy, they may find themselves with cold feet. Literally.

And yes, Kaeya will leave them there until someone comes to help them, or until the ice melts on its own.

Lisa

It's almost as bad as having an overdue book.

She's very sweet and condescending when telling people to leave Barbara alone. She's also very quick to remind them that Barbara is VERY busy as the deaconess, and that if they really care about her, it would be best to leave her alone.

"Tsk tsk, Sister Barbara is so very busy as the deaconess. If you need healing, then I suggest you just head to the church. I'm certain if you really care about her, then you'll be more then happy to let us finish our official business, right?"

Anyone who gets handsy falls victim to her "shock first, question later" policy.

Lisa has gotten into trouble more then once with Jean for her shocking, but for reasons unknown, if the reason for her shocking was related to Barbara, she tends to get off without more then a slap on the wrist.

The knights are sworn to secrecy on this, but Jean 100% approves of shocking people who get handsy with Barbara. Some think it's a bit harsh, but Lisa is more then happy to oblige.

Barbara doesn't like it though, and though she would be more then happy to heal them, Lisa always sends them to the church before she can.

Amber

If Amber is out with Barbara, its unlikely they'll run into obsessive fans. Most of their work is done outside of the city, clearing out hilichurl camps or collecting herbs together.

If somehow, they DO run into an obsessive fan, Amber may or may not "accidentally" mistake them for a hilichurl. Or perhaps miss her shot and hit them in the rump instead.

Never with a flaming arrow, she isn't THAT mean, but there's no harm in scaring them off right?

If they don't leave after that, she'll get Barbara to hide and go talk to them.

"Citizen of Mondstadt! What are you doing out here in the wilderness? It's dangerous!"

"Outrider Amber? Do you know where-"

"If you're friend is missing, then rest assured that I will find them! But I have to ask you to please return to the city, and not to stray off the path. It's too dangerous out here."

That's the end of their conversation, always. If they don't leave, Amber will make them.

Klee

Klee LOVES hanging out with Auntie Barbara. But Uncle Kaeya and Master Jean warned her about people who may try to get too close.

If an obsessive fan is bothering them, Klee will tell them that they're on official business, and they don't have time to chat!

"Sorry sir! Auntie Barbara and I are on official duty for the Knights of Favonius, so we don't have time to play! But if you still want too later, we can play together when we're done!"

Klee doesn't understand what Lisa means by "getting handsy" and has made mistakes before, but through trial and error (and some reflection time in solitary confinement), knows how to tell if Barbara is uncomfortable with the way someone is touching her.

If such a thing ever happens, Klee will grab her hand and pull her away, throwing a small little present at the fan who never learned the meaning of consent.

Said present is usually a bomb, followed by Klee and Barbara high tailing it out of there before the knights arrive so Klee doesn't get in trouble.

Jean knows it's Klee's fault, but Barbara always tells her what happened. She'll always pretend she doesn't know what happen. This has sparked a rumor that there's a crazy bomber in Mondstadt.

It's just Klee. She's the crazy bomber.

Rosaria

Barbara is never truly alone anywhere near town. If she looks to be alone, beware of sister Rosaria, who may or may not be in the shadows.

Rosaria and Barbara don't get along all the time, but Rosaria would never let anyone harass a fellow sister of the church.

She'll stay out of it if it's just harmless chatter. Most of the time, it's just fans trying to get an autograph.

On the occasion that someone wants more though, they won't get a chance

If someone tries to touch her, gets too close, or even looks at Barbara in the wrong way, Sister Rosaria will be standing behind them within an instant.

"Watch where you put your hands/gaze. Harassing a sister of the church is punishable by death."

Thats a lie, but it usually does the trick.

For my team...

Xinyan

Barbara loves hanging out with Xinyan. It's refreshing to see a different style of music, and they've even talked about doing shows together.

The traveler briefed Xinyan on Barbara's situation in Mondstadt though, and if you asked her, it's the farthest thing from rock'n roll.

Xinyan isn't a fan of her scary face. Her upturned eyebrows and naturally narrowed eyes, paired with her punk rock aesthetic make her menacing, and she hates it.

But she isn't afraid to make use of it if anyone is bothering her and Barbara, especially when they're talking music.

A glance is usually enough to scare them off, but anyone who gets too close may get a little more then they bargained for.

"Hey, pal," Xinyan will grab their wrist before they can do anything, "Don'tcha know it's rude to interrupt a conversation? Sister Barbara and I are busy. If you need something from the church, why don't you go to the cathedral?"

Xinyan isn't familiar with a lot of Mondstadt's customs, but she's damn well sure that touching without warning or consent isn't one of them.

Most fans won't approach if she's around though. Her scary face isn't a feature she's happy with, but at least it keeps the creeps away.

Venti

The wind always gets stronger if you're bothering Barbara and the tone deaf bard is around.

It's a strange phenomenon, but nobody really pays much attention to it.

If Venti catches you bothering his dear devoted sister of the church, he will intervene.

"Ah, Sister Barbara! There you are! I composed a new melody, and was hoping I could have the honor of you singing with me!"

Barbara knows this isn't true, but she knows he's trying to help and frankly, she doesn't want to deal with obsessive fans. So she goes along with it.

"Oh, Venti! Of course, I'd be happy to help."

Of course, if you're near the fountain, the wind may just blow you into the water instead.

And anyone who tries to get handsy gets blown into it no matter where they are.

Needless to say, Lord Barbatos doesn't approve of people harassing the deaconess of his church.

Ganyu

Ganyu isn't familiar with Mondstadt's customs or traditions, and nor are Mondstadt's people familiar with the creatures known as Adepti, much less a half Adeptus.

Though Ganyu makes it a habit to avoid entering the church, in favor of her faith to Rex Lapis and her contract, she's more then happy to assist the knights with whatever they need.

She was asked to accompany Barbara out of town once by Jean.

"You mean... Sister Barbara of the church?"

"Yes. If you aren't comfortable with it, you don't have to, but..."

"It would be no trouble at all Master Jean, but... may I ask why the deaconess needs someone to accompany her?"

Jean's expression became disgruntled, but she explained the situation. Needless to say Ganyu wasn't happy with it.

Though she has a habit of bringing her clipboard and papers when she's out with Barbara, she's quite good at getting people to leave them alone.

"Barbara-sama-"

"Sister Barbara, could you look at this for a moment? I understand the church and the knights share the authority in Mondstadt, so I was hoping you could help me plan some trade routes between the Dawn Winery and Liyue..." she'll get in the way of any fans who try to bother them, and get work done at the same time. Really, it's almost impressive.

If they persist, she'll click her tongue and turn to frown at them

"Excuse me, but I'm afraid Sister Barbara and I are quite busy. Relationships between Liyue and Mondstadt have grown rocky as of late due to the recent passing of our archon. It is of the utmost importance that we stabilize our relationship as countries and ensure that Mondstadtians and Liyese continue to be capable of freely passing our border without fear of the other."

That usually gets them to leave. Anyone who tries anything more will face Ganyu's ability of abruptly stopping a conversation and leaving, this time with Barbara in tow.

[xsamuu]

HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-���Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?” 

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you 

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

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-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning 

-one fucking warning 

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

[saintprivateer]

I understand the ideas behind the zemenipearls post but can we not just have a nice fictional world? It’s not like the Kerch are made out to be a great nation of saintly people, it’s all fantasy for a reason. I won’t get started on their posts about my girl Nina and my dude Nikolai 😒

Okay... there’s a lot of ground to cover here so boot up cowhand I wrote a LOT

No matter how unlike-this-world a fantasy universe seems, it was still crafted by a real human who IS a part of this world. And humans put their own beliefs and experiences into their stories as the foundation for how ideal/ not-ideal they want the au to be. We use the environment around us as a stepping stone for our stories, and this DOUBLES if the author is saying “This World Is Not Like Ours At All”. The question authors answer of “What exactly is this au not like?” Rounds back to the place we are trying to distance ourselves from, because that is what this au is “not like.” And most often, authors craft these fantasy universes and bring the reader into a whole new world only to go back to a REAL theme of “This World Is Actually More Like Yours Than You Think.” Because that’s usually the entire point. We like fantasy because we want to see our nature mirrored in worlds unlike ours. We love that people can fly and cast spells, but we REALLY love when they’re as human as us in behavior/interests/ actions.

All that’s to say: you can’t actually write a racism-free world if you’ve never experienced a racism-free world. The ideals we want to portray will still be flawed and not 100% ideal, because the notion we have OF this ideal is fundamentally flawed. ESPECIALLY if we are still unlearning our own fallacies to these ideals. Grishaverse has anti-blackness threaded in the pages because there is anti-blackness on Earth and anti-black fallacies in the ideals Leigh Bardugo has internalized (like any other white person). If we can acknowledge the argument that meanings can be found in stories/art whether it was intended or not, then we have to acknowledge Leigh Bardugo wrote in her own prejudice or anti-black ideals into the grishaverse, whether intended or not. She wanted to write a story removed from the racism we know, and that in of itself isn’t a bad thing to imagine. But she still wrote tropes actively harmful to the minorities they represent.

“Why do you have to look for patterns that aren’t there and nitpick on characters? Why does everything have to be about race? Isn’t it enough that our heroes are TRYING to be good?”

When people say this, they usually mean “Why are you putting this in my face? We (the group not affected) were all doing fine until you decided to be grumpy about something, and I don’t want my ideals soiled by your criticisms.”

Imagine seeing the person who’s supposed to represent you and your identity be repeatedly trashed, ignored, dumbed down, dismissed, killed off, etc etc in canon and in the fandom, and when you finally get the courage to bring it up, the entirety of people not affected silence and threaten you for rocking their boat. You really can’t imagine how that actually feels unless you’ve felt it. When you write off the consistently abusive treatment of a community of people in a book as an inconvenient—and thus invalid— topic that “ruins” the characters or plots you want to root for, you’re acknowledging the privilege you have in being able to look the other way when these patterns have been brought to your attention.

There’s a lot you might not catch when you aren’t a part of the communities affected. If someone is gracious enough to extend their emotional and intellectual labor to point it out to you despite the all the gaslighting and harassment they face, the LEAST you can do is have an open mind and release the defenses and previous ideals you’ve cultivated for the characters you love. Black fans don’t owe it to you to spell it out, but they sometimes do! Despite how white fans treat them in return.

You said “it’s not like the Kerch are made out to be a nation of great saintly people.” Great! So we agree everyone should be praised and criticized accordingly? And when it’s pointed out that a character exhibits bigotry we can acknowledge that as a part of the environment they’ve lived in and thus a trait of themselves?

You can enjoy any universe or the characters that come with it in full capacity, and no one is asking you to discard stories entirely because of the mistakes. Nikolai meant and means a lot to me because of the ideals that I crafted in my head from 16 up. He’s a comfort character! He was my vision of a masc-presenting adventurer who got by with wit and charm and aesthetics. The people who love him see something of themselves in him, or someone they love. But he’s still a product of his environment. Just because I don’t want that to be true doesn’t make it untrue. Ravka is fantasy Russia but .*•*~more idealistic*.~*. This doesn’t take away the fact that the foundation is...still Russia. He’s still a privileged white king thats actively oppressing minorities in the story by upholding the kingship as it is, and if he continues the path he’s on, he’s not much better than his heritage. I love Nina to death but she’s still the jarhead kid in your algebra class ready to fight anyone who says her country merits basic criticism. The kingdom of Ravka would need to be entirely dismantled and recreated. Nikolai might seem more progressive than the kings before him, but he’s got a lot to be reprimanded for, and rebuilding can’t even start until he acknowledges and unlearns that. Which...he hasn’t, not fully, and there’s no written proof of him doing so as of now.

Before I made myself research more I got just as defensive of him and others. I’m sure I’ll get defensive over another story and have to relearn everything all over again. It’s a process and you have to check yourself all the time. But it’s a step towards the ideals we want to actually live in. If I want to imagine Nikolai a better man, I have to start from the scraps I’m given.

So yes!! You’re allowed to draw up your own themes and ideals from the stories and reimagine the characters to fit a narrative that makes your heart happy. But it won’t change the reality of the canon universe. Zemenipearls enjoyed the grishaverse so much she made a fan account for it, participates in fan-led events that celebrate the characters (and sometimes leads those events herself), commissions artists to make fanart, and has ongoing works that delve into the expansive universe that better represents her and what she wants for black characters in fantasy. And she STILL gets shit for imploring a conversation about what we all want to ignore away. Why would she put so much energy into this if she didn’t care or believe in this story too? If you also care about grishaverse that much, shouldn’t we be willing to uplift and reimagine by starting where the work needs it most?

Okay I’ve said a LOT SORRY HHHHH BUT TO WRAP UP: Ignoring a fictional character’s faults or repercussions is one thing, and I’m not about to waste energy on making people hold characters in a book accountable. We all see how people treat the Darkling.

But when you participate in or ignore the bullying and threatening that happens to REAL people, when people JUSTIFY that shit as if it merits denying a person their humanity, THATS the actual harm being done. (Not saying you’ve done that, but the mindset I’m seeing here is what feeds into that compliance.)

If we have the energy to protect and coddle our fictional white boys and let them burn the sandbox down, I KNOW we have energy to respect and protect black fans who have just as much say in how they see the story or how they reimagine it. If you have the energy to accept/tolerate the stuff alarkling fans promote, I KNOW you have the energy to put your pride away and acknowledge fallacies in your own ideals for characters. And regardless!!! of whether you “agree” with the criticisms or not, does that mean the person who spoke up about the issue deserves to be harassed?

I’m gonna ask the white ya majority reading this to be humble and open your hearts up to change the way you do for fictional edgy white dudes. Y’all have the SPIRIT but then it funnels into the WRONG IDEAS!!! PLEASE use your heads you’d be unstoppable if you used your privilege to amplify the ones who need amplifying. I promise Cardan BlackBerry and Alesksxxander Marigold aren’t gonna be disappointed in you 😔🙏

[bitchiha]

To Eternal Bliss, I’m so Glad to Know (ModernAU!Hidan x Reader)

The Rats 1k event prompt: Street racer x Hidan

A/N: hey.. aha.. how y'all doing.. hum so i haven't been doing great, I think that is evident through my inactivity on this blog, but that being said i am in a bit of a better place now. i finally have some time to myself and i intend to put that towards my 900 follower event. Enjoy this wonderful piece of modern racer Hidan that strayed into crazy murder himbo I love car man Hidan.

Title inspired by: this song.

MAJOR TWs: smut, harassment (brief, undescriptive), uhm murter, reckless driving, lots of mentions of and contemplations of death. You are a literal accomplice to murter. Reader is confused. But.. It’s not supposed to be gory and dark, I kinda wanted it to just be stupid and reflect a himbo hidan as much as I could. Last like 6 paragraphs aren’t edited.

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You shouldn’t be in a criminals car, much less in the middle of a police chase and much much less be falling in love with him.

 His silver hair flashes wildly in the occasional flicker of red and blue lights, teeth bared; he was making that face again. That one he had when he first met you, lips curled and canines showing. It looked like he was in pain. It was just because he was actually trying to use his brain, you think. He grips the wheel tightly, the whites of his pale knuckles glowing as he swerves onto one of the busiest city streets you know. 

Barely avoiding a collision with a distinct yellow blur you could barely classify as a taxi, he continued to speed through the lanes, horns blaring and merging into the sound of the wailing sirens quickly approaching. Another sharp turn onto a slightly less busy road had your body slamming against the console, leaning close to Hidan. Your eyes stray from the window and onto his face, unable to hear what he is saying, you make out the movement of his lips:

shit,shit,shiiit 

The tires screeched as he fumbled around with the controls, sending the car into a full 180 and narrowly avoiding a police car sacrificing its auto body in favour of capturing Jashin. That was real close call, just scratching the side of the passenger door, but you wouldn't know; you were still watching your boyfriends features as he speeds off down another dirty alley. 

You were pretty sure that one day you were going to die trapped in Hidans little metal box.. A distant part of you wanted to throw up when you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure, he was obnoxiously annoying in the most serious of times and incredibly oblivious when you desperately needed him to get a clue. I mean fuck, it felt like despite his adolescent years of elementary and secondary school (which you’re not even sure he attended) his brain only had the capacity to process two things. The first being lewd shit and the second would be the gas pedal... and maybe half a braincell was in there thinking of you, but probably only of you in your panties or something really shallow like that. 

You really shouldn’t love him. 

Barrelling down the alley he randomly slammed the breaks down, the lack of warning sending you flying forward. Bracing yourself to be slammed into the front of car, but just when you thought you were going to break your nose Hidan reversed, sending your body backwards instead. You yelped and he sent you a stupid little apologetic curl of his lip before twisting his body, hand coming to your chair for support as he sped the car backwards through the trash littered street. You didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind about the direction until a few seconds later when a black and white cop car swerved down the alley in the direction you were back pedalling from. Hidan must have known they were going to try and cut his route off.    

  At the sight of the police vehicle your boyfriend impulsively slammed the breaks, rolling his window down and leaning his head out of it, “Ha, you stupid fucks think you could catch Jashin with some lame shit like that? I could smell that from a mile away!” From your boyfriends childish tone you predicted he was going to blow a raspberry, but the sound of speeding tires approaching quickly stopped him. Sirens blaring, the police car sped its way forward. 

“Oh fuck.” Hidan sped Jashin backwards again. 

  You remembered the first time you met Jashin.

  It was late that night, you were making your long trek home after a disastrous closing shift. You were tired. So fucking tired. You never would have taken that shortcut if you weren’t truly physically drained. As you made your way briskly through that musky trash infested canal, you were stopped by a man who smelled just as intensely as the alley itself. It was so much so that you had thought that perhaps it was the mans smell that was so potent and not the space itself. 

  Defining what the source of that smell was wasn’t important though, not when he was coming straight at you with barred, yellow teeth. You didn't know what to do and to be fair, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He was yelling something, you couldn't hear it over the thrashing of your erratic heartbeat.  Were you going to die? You were so fucking tired. 

Maybe you should run.

  You didn’t though. Didn’t have the energy. So you let the man come face to face with your figure, grabbing at the lapels of your coat and screaming. His breath was unbearable and you thought you were going to pass away just from the smell as opposed to actually being murdered. Although you suppose this could probably qualify for a murder, his breath was most definitely a weapon. But despite his shouts being directly at you, his humid breath spraying across your face as his chest constantly heaved, you couldn't understand what he was saying. 

“Jashin! Jashin is coming!” 

  What the fuck was Jashin? Could you still not hear him? He was probably sick. You were tired. So you continued to let him shake your form. Was he going to kill you or just ask for some money?

  Thats when a beast of sleek red metal swerved down the alley, trampling over peeled open garbage bags and beer bottles, approaching you with each sound of a crinkled can. It was gunning straight towards the man who was backing you up against the wall, he was frothing and screaming at the sight and the next moment the hood of the car slammed into his form. Despite your close proximity to the man, you were left barely unscathed and a little bit disappointed.  

  The scene laid frozen for a good thirty seconds: the man unconscious on the floor, your unsteady breathing and the window of the car rolling down. It inched back to reveal a man about your age - which made him just barely a man - with silver slicked back hair, barred teeth and knitted eyebrows. 

“Shit.” 

  You just stared at him, backpack beginning to slide down your shoulders. He stared back at you, waiting to see what your next move was going to be. You didn’t have one. 

  “...If it makes you feel any better, douchebag deserved it.” The man said a few minutes later, he clearly wasn't expecting the crumpled body on the floor to have tried to seek out help, let alone from a cute girl. He smoothed his hair back. 

   His crappy attempt to seduce you didn't work and nor did his equally crap words of consolation, you were tired. This whole situation was even more tiring. You just wanted to sleep. 

  “I won't tell anyone, if you just drive me home.”

  He clearly wasn't expecting that, you could tell that from the pained look intensifying on his face and his little choked gasp. A few moments later it released like an elastic band snapping and his features set into a smug smirk. A cute girl who wasn’t gonna snitch on him?

  “You’re not going to question the fact that I just hit someone with my car? Is it cause I'm so fucking sex-” 

  You weren’t listening, walking over the heap of a body and around the car into the passenger seat. The contrasting smell of vanilla and cigarettes clouded your senses as you clicked your seatbelt into place - noticing his lack of one in the process.

You hated that your face was burning up as you spoke. “I live a few blocks away.” 

For a while you were sure that this was the first girl Hidan had ever had in his car. It was obvious that he was freaking out, maybe if he didn’t hit people in alleyways and then blamed your silence on the fact that he was so fucking sexy, then maybe he would be able to talk to more.

  He tried to blab to you the whole way to your apartment accidentally making wrong turns to try and extend the length of your stay. He told you about that man in the alley, said something about how he totally fucked him over in some black market shit for auto parts. Said his enemy, - he stressed this word very intensely - Shikamaru probably put him up to it. Nobody messes with Jashin goddamit, I fucking hate that guy. It was a shit justification for murder no doubt, there is never a good reason to hit someone with a car, but you supposed your indifference wasn't any better. 

  You stole a couple glances at him every now and then, when his eyes took a break from darting back and fourth between your thighs, your face and the road. He had a sharp jaw, pretty cheekbones, gelled back hair with small strands escaping every so often - causing him to brush them back when too many tickled his forehead - his lashes were long and his eyes so pretty so in the dim light of the empty city streets. His teeth were straight and sharp canines peeked out whenever he sent you a suggestive smirk.

You also spent an unbelievably long time watching his fingers maneuver the steering wheel, the way his hands flexed with a certain turn. The veins of his forearms travelling underneath his leather jacket pushed up at the elbows, his jeans were all worn out and faded and his shoes looked like they were about to fall apart, it was a big difference in comparison to the well kept state of his handsome car.

  When he finally made it to your complex after running out of roads to take wrong turns down, he looked at you like a lost puppy, rolling the passenger window down to call out to you as you opened the lobby doors. “So I’ll meet you out here tomorrow then? Say, around 9?” 

  You turned to look at him confusedly, inquiring as to why he would be picking you up when you made no reservations to see him again, why would you want to see your accomplice in a murder ever again? But he was already speeding off before you got the chance. 

At least you could finally go to sleep.

The next day he was outside your apartment fifteen past nine, blaring his horn as he maneuvered his upper body to hover out the window of his lovely Jashin. You were nestled on your couch, staring at the blue light of the TV screen in your dark apartment desperately trying to avoid the textbook glowering at you from the coffee table.

‘Cute kitten saved from tree’ was sprawled across the bottom of your television in bold letters as a perky blonde read off the little cue cards in her hand. You’d been watching the news all day, waiting for the red breaking news! To slice across the screen and read out the description of a crippled homeless gambler found dead in an alley, but it never came.

It mad you feel a little angry when you realized his death wasn’t going to be announced and you knew there was no way it hadn’t been discovered yet. Then you sat startled at the realization that you didn’t feel anything towards what happened. That the anger you felt in wanting it to be so desperately displayed on the news was because you hoped you would feel something then.

The sound of Hidans car horn threw you out of your thoughts as you jumped like a frightened cat to the window. Peeling back the curtain you were surprised to see that blood stained blotch on the road with a lavender haired boy peeking out, baring his teeth.

You contemplated staying inside, he didn’t know your apartment number, but you knew that he definitely wouldn’t stop blaring the horn if you didn’t. His hand was undeniably laying flat against the centre of he wheel as he continued to sound out, you heard someone yell for him to fucking shut up. Hidan continued as if he didn’t hear. It kind of flattered you.

You wanted to vomit.

You took the stairs.

It was the beginning of winter when you finally let Hidan fuck you. You were in some parking lot lined with pitch black shops on a Sunday night. Everyone closed early going home to their families, except the two of you of course.

It was odd being with him for this long. One outing turned into another and then another, before you knew it he was picking you up every night at nine -sometimes fifteen minutes passed,- blaring his horn excitedly as he peeked out his car.

He told you it was the perfect place to do donuts, didn’t you want to do donuts? You did. It was the beginning of winter. It was icy. His idea was incredibly fucking stupid. But you agreed because maybe you’d skid on the ice and smash into a store, get crushed by the crumbling debris..

There was little snowflakes hitting the windows of Jashin as you two sat parked in the middle of the deserted lot.

“You ready? Oh you’re gonna love this, babe.”

He grinned as your face heated up at the name, you always got all flustered whenever he said anything like that. It made him feel giddy. His long fingers start Jashin up, moving to clutch the wheel as the car thrums to life.

When he makes the first swerve with his car, he turns his head to watch your body all stiff and frightened. It was funny. He laughed as your face twisted into an even more flustered one - if that was possible. God, you were always such a hard ass at the beginning of the night, but when he dropped you off outside your apartment early into the morning he always made sure to leave you with a little smile on your face. Even now, this early into the night he could see the beginnings of one.

He twisted the wheel again and your body flew to the left, smooshing into the console and the surprised laugh that left your mouth had his guts twisting. He wanted to hear it again. Your walls always fell when he did stupid shit like this. You were kinda fucked up now that he thought about it. Always getting all giggly when you should probably be screaming at him to be more careful for fucks sake! But you never did and he loved that about you. Just as fucked as he was.

“Hey babe, babe! This one’ll be good. Watch, watch.” He gripped the wheel again and grinded his sneaker into the gas, the first skid across asphalt was intentional, but when he tried to regain the reigns of his dark red beast it began to thrash out of his control.

Goddamn ice patch.

The car twisted, screeched and burned into the pavement for a good twenty seconds and when he was sure you should be screaming because I mean come on, that was fucking scary, he heard silence.

As the car came to a complete stop and your body was once again flung against the console, he turned to you. He thinks he was gonna ask if you were okay but he couldn’t remember because the next moment you were grabbing tufts of his gelled hair and sucking his face off.

He loved every second of it. The amount of times he’d tried to get his dick wet with you before was astronomical, but you’d always tell him no and he would pout like a dog. But hey, now you’re shoving your tongue down his throat like a dog so he settled on the idea that good things do come to people who wait.

The reason you decided to do it then was blurry. One moment his car was skidding around the parking lot and you were laughing and thinking of the chance of death and the next second it spat onto your tongue and you realized you didn’t want it anymore.

Like that first time you slid into his car, as you kissed him now you tasted contrasting flavours. Mint and cigarettes. For a moment you thought you were going to pull away, but you felt the sudden need to drink all of it. To somehow understand why you felt like you were burning from the inside.

It was his fault really. Hidan made you feel less tired, if that was a good way to put it. You started looking forward to things after you two met and eventually you actually started to feel a bit more deeply for poor crumpled man in the alley. It felt as if you’re body was being thawed out by this silver haired idiot who was groping for the clasp of your bra underneath your shirt.

So you climbed over the console, fumbling with the side of his chair to pull his seat back as you began to strip off your top in haste. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid down to the space between his leg, choking and drooling all over his cock because when you did you felt all these funny emotions bubbling in your body, you felt alive.

He was a loud mouth when you had his dick down your throat, groaning and saying the dumbest, lewdest shit his sex wired brain could think of. You know how many times he’s thought of this? You feel so good, you feel so good. God this is so good, Jashin probably loves it too... We should fuck on the hood of the car next. Long slender fingers guided your head up and down him as he began to twitch thrust his hips upwards, finally spill into your mouth. Douchebag didn’t let your head go and you felt some of his juices dribble down your tongue.

“Swallow it, swallow it while my dicks still in your mouth... Atta girl, you’re so good. So greedy..”

And you swallowed it all, he hoisted you back onto his lap and pushed your skirt up. He was whispering all this perverted stuff in your ear and your mouth fell open against his neck. Words making you flush fiercely and slowly grind your hips against him. You stopped him when he was beginning to shove your panties down your thighs, though.

For the first time you felt small in comparison to him as you met his eyes. He stopped his movement seeming like he was going to say something too, but you cut him off.

“- Hidan... I’ve never done it before.”

He stares at you all wide eyed before laughing and for a second and you think about getting out of his car and walking home because that’s such a douchebag thing to do, but then he surprises you.

“Me too, I was just about to say.. but I mean it can’t be hard right? Well, I am hard,” he laughed and you found yourself huffing a small giggle at his stupid joke, good mood returning as he continued, “I was just gonna go with what I seen in hentais.” That explained his dirty talk.

It was pretty good for your first time though. Ideally not the best place to have sex, you kept hitting your head and he couldn’t quite get his hips thrusting at a good pace with the confined space, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it was Hidan and you think you just might be in love with him.

That’s why you don’t say anything when a few weeks later you see “Shikamaru Nara, infamous street racer found dead in a back alley crash.” flashing across your tv screen.

You don’t comment, just give a little understanding hum when Hidan calls you and tells you he can’t pick you up tonight babe, or for a few nights, Jashin needs some repairs..

It’s why now, as he speeds through the streets recklessly with your bags in the trunk and the sound of sirens ringing in your ears that you feel tears prick your eyes. You wish you could have told him to be more careful, that he shouldn’t have done what he did without planning it. Something, anything.. it’s too late now. But he’s not to blame.

You think it’s your fault, really.

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy prompts no 53

1. Cloud is immortal and has lived for tens of thousands of years. He has watched his friends and enemies get reincarnated over and over again. He would always interfere and save the day when things got bad, prompting legends and myths of a golden haired hero with glowing blue eyes who swore to return whenever the world was in peril.

But thats not the end.

He took great care to find his friends and keep an eye on them, watching over them as a guardian angel of sorts. When he came across Sephiroth again, he expected a battle, but seeing the dull eyes of a broken teenager staring up at him as he layed battered and bruised by his own parents? It made him realize that Sephiroth wasn't born evil.

The blond added Sephiroth to his list of people to protect.

Cloud often removed Sephiroth from the abusive households he was born into by exposing the parents for their crimes and harassing them as an anonymous individual.

Once the silverette was out of the home he would manipulate circumstances so that he would come to live with Zack or one of his other former friends.

Once he hit a certain age, he would find people Sephiroth was romantically compatible with and play puppeteer until one of them married the silverette. Cloud had done this so many times that he practically became an expert. Strangely, in the recent past lives the marriages ended in amicable divorce. He didn't know what he did wrong, so the blond began expiramenting with Sephiroths "types" again, trying to find a perfect match.

This life however, Sephiroth refused to so much as hold hands with someone romantically and Cloud is about ready to rip his hair out in frustration.

The man walked down a busy street, thinking about what to do next when Sephiroth himselfed grabbed his arm.

Startled, Cloud stared up at him.

"It's you." Sephiroth muttered reverently, as though he couldn't believe his eyes.

Cloud never made contact with these people, he had learned his lesson after the fifth time he lost Zack. He let them live out their lives, only interfering to stop something negative from happening. The blond never showed Sephiroth his face since his ninth life.

So how did Sephiroth know who he was?

2. Cloud nearly giving Denzel "The Talk"

3. Denzel accidentally calling Cloud "Dad", calling Tifa "Mom", and Marlene "my sister" until he was eventually like, screw it, and called them that without hesitation

4. Denzel got in trouble at school for beating up a group of boys that were bullying another kid.

He gets suspended and Cloud takes him out for an awesome ride on Fenrir as a reward, followed by fighting lessons from both him and Tifa, then ice cream.

5. Au where Hollander was murdered by Hojo long ago. Degradation is running rampant through Shinras SOLDIER program, killing several and weakening many more.

Genesis is determined to find a cure, after all, his life is on the line. He's eventually cornered by Angeal and Sephiroth, who pull the truth out of him, and begin aiding him in his search.

They discover AC Cloud, who is from a different dimension/timeline whose very body contains the cure.

Cloud was no longer human, and had developed new organs of unknown purpose, his body having disposed of the unnecessary organs such as lungs, gallbladder, and pancreas, and modifying the ones it kept, such as the digestive track. The catch? Now he needed to feed on large amounts of natural Mako every month to survive.

Genesis sees no problem with this and asks for the blond to save them. Cloud, however, refused, not knowing what was happening to him and knew spreading it would be the bad idea of the century.

Genesis doesn't take "No" for an answer.

Hojo finds out the blond was essentially a second Jenova and had a mini lifestream inside him and becomes desperate to get his claws on him.

6. Jenova haunts Clouds dreams, filling him with dread. Not because she was tormenting him, no. It was the opposite.

In the dreams, she held him like a loving mother. Her gentle embrace warmed him, her soft words brought him comfort, made him confide in her. That's why he was afraid.

Cloud was beginning to love her, and it terrified him.

7. Zack Fair is hereby prohibited from using any form of glitter or glue.

Why? It's Classified.

8. Au where Lazard freed Zack from under the nebilheim mansion, but also dragged him outside, leaving Cloud behind.

He lied to Zack when he woke up, telling him the infantryman was dead. He believed that Zacks chances of survival would be infinitely higher if he left the boy behind, which he would never do if given a choice. So Lazard made that choice for him.

So Zack made it to Midgar on his own.

Cloud was found by Sephiroth months later. The blond had no fight left in him and tried to merge with the other Sephiroth clone, unfortunately since his cells were mutated, Cloud could not merge with Sephiroth.

The silverette had planned to abandon this failed clone until Cloud nuzzle his face against Sephiroths gloved palm. From then on out, Cloud followed Sephiroth everywhere, doing the cooking and the laundry or whatever he could to make himself useful. He would beg the former General not to abandon him, as everyone else had done in the past.

That, admittedly pulled on his heartstings a bit. Sephiroth had also been abandoned and betrayed by his two closest friends. By the company and people he foolishly devoted his entire life to.

So Cloud stayed. His master taught him how to fight, how to care for his gear, and they bonded over shared experiences and silent companionship.

It was during that final battle, where Zack and AVALANCHE slew Sephiroth, that Cloud, hidden somewhere out of sight, swore vengeance against the man who pretended to be his friend, who he believed abandoned him and left him to rot in that hellhole after he had sworn for years that they'd get them both out, that he would save Cloud, (Cause that's what heros do!) only for him to murder the first person other than his mom to ever care about him.

Clouds body held both S and J-cells, and though they may be mutated, he could still call for Reunion. Something Zack couldn't sense due to him being an A-type SOLDIER instead of an S-type like himself.

The blond could cultivate the summoned J-cells and make them multiply under his care. He knew the best revenge was patience, after all, so long as Cloud lived, Sephiroth would never truly die.

All he had to do was stay hidden. Know one could know of him, not that they were looking for a supposedly dead man, even if they were, they would never find him in his hidden underground bunker since no one with more then three brain cells would go near the Northern Crater.

9. Sephiroth drops blatant innuendos and pickup lines all throughout his fight with Cloud, but the blond thinks he's just imagining it.

Seph actually manages to escape that time, but after the fight, his friends point out all the questionable things the silverette said.

Cloud wasn't sure if he should be relieved that he wasn't hallucinating it.

10. Tifa caught Denzel and Marlene "interrogating" a doll that was tied to a tree.

They were hitting it with sticks and yelling, "Who's your source?!" At it.

Needless to say, Reno is no longer allowed to around the children without adult supervision.

11. Kunsel began fiddling with a laser pointer, absent-mindedly tracing large slow circles on an opposing wall. He kept thinking back to all the laser pointer related incidents from the past few weeks until he noticed, much to his horror, that a few of his fellow SOLDIERS in the mess hall were tracking the little red dot with laser focus.

Pun intended.

12. Aerith had long since faded into the lifestream where she belonged, but that's not what this story is about.

Thousands of years have passed since the events of MeteorFall, and Gaia is nearly overflowing with mako energy.

Cloud felt as Gaia began remaking her WEAPONS, and couldn't help but wonder as to why. After about a year of searching he found Vincent again and asked him.

The truth was disturbing. Gaia's lifestream had outgrown the planet, and was preparing a new Omega WEAPON to suck the life out of this one and travel back to the "Mother planet"

Cloud eventually found out about Gaias plans for him by eavesdropping on conversation between Gaia herself and the Cetra from the "Mother planet". You see, Cloud has a unique relationship with the planet. He was modified using Jenovas Eldrich powers, and over time, developed his own. The blond allowed Gaia to use his body/very being as a sort of ward against all things Eldrich, and has worked spectacularly well.

Gaia planned to keep him alive as she traveled through the cosmos. That wouldn't be a problem, no the problem was that she planned to encase him in crystal and keep him there for the rest of eternity. When the Cetra mentioned breeding him so that other planets would have a ward, he nearly gagged.

He told Vincent about everything and admitted he was afraid. The only reason he remained sane all these years was because he could travel and have new experiences. He couldn't do that if he was trapped.

Vincent suggested a rocket, to which the blond revealed that Gaia herself always sabotaged the rockets and space programs. For obvious reasons. They were stuck and didn't know what to do now that it was literally them against the world. So when Vincent suggested reviving Mako energy and the SOLDIER program until they could find a way off of Gaia, Cloud didn't dismiss it.

13. Another summoning gone wrong Au where Sephiroth, Zack, and Cloud who are in the normal modern universe and are lovers in a poly relationship, decide to mess around with a spellbook Zack picked up in a shop. They were saying spells out loud and making fun of them, they also did the wierd little ceremonies and made "potions" and had a good time.

Nothing happened, until they woke up the next morning to the chocobo frantically patting them awake with his hands, stunned silent.

There, in their king sized bed, were their trans-dimensional alter-egos, done up with swords and pauldrons and...is Sephiroth wearing a fetish outfit? Said silverette poked his alter-ego with a ruler a few times to confirm he was out cold.

What were they supposed to do now?

14. Final Fantasy 7 and LoZ: Breath of the Wild crossover

Cloud lands in a new reality, but he's too focused on trying to fight the new breeds of monsters and surviving the desert heat to ponder the situation for long

And then there's all those things that keep trying to electrocute him...Clouds not having a good day.

On the other hand he has plenty of things to take his anger out on.

Also, Cloud meeting a horse! Which are critically endangered on Gaia!

15. Genesis finds Cloud post DoC and begins taunting him, but gasps dramatically when he learns the blond has never tasted Banoran apples/apple products. He drags Cloud along to get a taste. Weirdly, they get along.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Enamoured | Part Two

Requested by anon: “could you write one where james mcavoy meets swedish y/n around micheal and his swedish wife and he’s enamoured. (also that he confuses her with an english girl because she’s got an english accent like me) xxxx”

“THIS IS SO CUTE I- I love it??? So much??? 11/10 would read a part two ooof I wanna read about these dorks on an accidental date in London SO BAD”

Summary: after being tricked into a ‘date’, James takes the reader on a tour of London

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1612

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist | Part One

- - - - -

‘have fun with James, don't do anything I wouldn’t do ;) xxx’

As you read the text from Alicia it sinks in that you’ve been set up. Your mouth falls open slightly in shock and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. James turns to look at you, wondering why you aren’t following him. 

“Are you coming or…?” 

This may have been a set up but that doesn’t mean you cant enjoy yourself. 

“Sorry, yeah. No more distractions” you smile and drop your phone back in your pocket before catching up with him “where are we going first?”

“It’s a surprise” he winks playfully and you raise an eyebrow back at him.

He takes you to the nearest Underground station and attempts to explain all the different lines and zones, you both end up laughing as it all goes straight over your head. The underground system is complicated. When you get off he leads you up to Leicester Square and tells you stories of various movie premiers he’s attended there. You end up stood watching a street performer for a while until someone in the crowd recognises James and attention is turned on him and subsequently on you. When people start asking you personal questions and sticking cameras in your face he ushers you away from everyone and into a taxi. 

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly and you just smile and nod your head gently. He smiles back but you can see on his face something is bothering him. He doesn’t speak much for the rest of the short taxi ride until he asks the driver to stop. He pays him and you both get out, then James leads you into a small Italian restaurant. He waiter and James greet each other like familiar friends. 

“You want your usual table?” The waiter asks with a thick Italian accent.

“Please, thank you Mario” James responds and your lead to a candlelit table in a quiet corner of the room. 

Once sat the waited gives you menus and leaves you to decide what you’d like. Then you notice the prices on the menu.

“James, this place is expensive! I can’t-”

“Don't worry, its my treat” he cuts in

“No really-”

“My treat” he reaffirms and you sigh in submission

“Thank you” you smile

“No problem” he looks back at the menu for a moment then puts it down on the table and takes a breath. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there”

“Honestly don't worry about it, its fine”

“No it’s not fine for them to harass you like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do and I wouldn’t want to do anything else I just wish sometimes I could switch it all off. You know? Be a ghost, or invisible or something. Have a day off from being James McAvoy and just be regular James. Ugh you must think I’m such an ass”

“No, no I get it. And I don't think you're an ass. I like regular James.” You pause “James McAvoy on the other hand… now he’s a bit of an ass” you wink and James bursts out laughing. 

— — — — 

When you finish lunch James pays and you leave the restaurant together. James continues his London tour by talking you to the theatre district, where he points out the many theatres he has performed in. A small gasp escapes your mouth when you spot the posters on the wall of the Lyceum Theatre. James looks at you and follows your gaze to see the you're staring at the Lion King. 

“I’ve always wanted to see that show” you say dreamily and James watches you. The look on your face gives him an idea. He hooks his arm around yours and leads you toward the theatre. 

“wh-what are you doing?” 

“trust me” he responds and he leads you around to the stage door. He knocks and a guy opens the door. When he sees James his eyes light up.

“James!” He booms as he fist bumps him

“Hey Andy, is Julie in?” James asks

“yeah, come in” he holds the door open and gestures you inside. He leads you through some doors till you meet a dark haired woman who hugs James.

“Hey Jules, this is Y/N.” James introduces and Julie smiles at you “She’s here from Sweden and she really really wants to see your show… don’t suppose you’ve got a couple of spare tickets for today’s matinee?”

“hmm.. I’ll see what I can do. But only because it’s you” she smiles at James before hurrying off. A few minutes later she appears again holding two tickets which she hands to James “sorted. Enjoy the show guys” and she hurries off again. You turn to James, a look of shock on your face.

“Oh, my, God! You're amazing!! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!” You throw your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back. You pull away and look into his eyes “really, thank you!” 

— — — — 

The show was incredible, although James found himself watching your reactions more than the show itself. The way your face lit up when you laughed, the way you smiled through almost the whole show and the way your eyes glistened when the show made you cry. He couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze your hand. 

“that was just, ugh, I have no words. No words” you say grinning from ear to ear as you leave the theatre together “thank you so much” 

“you know I think thats the 100th time you’ve said thank you” 

“101st actually” you grin “seriously I mean it, today has been the best day ever”

“its not over yet” 

As the day turns to evening you spend the rest of the day doing typical tourist things. You stand outside Buckingham palace where James tries, and fails, to make the guards smile. You visit Oxford street and look through the window of magnificent shops. You end up running around Hamley’s toy store together, playing with various toys until you almost get kicked out by one of the workers for plastic sword fighting but James bribes her with an autograph and a selfie. You finish the day with a moonlit walk by the side of the Thames before ending up back where you started at the bottom of the London eye. 

You turn to face each other. You're about to speak when James stops you. 

“don't say it”

“don't say what” 

“don't say thank you”

“why not?” You laugh

“because im not finished yet”

“but its late, surely we’ve done everything by now”

“there’s still one more thing we need to do” he smiles and points up at the giant wheel next to you. 

He leads you up to the entrance of the London Eye and you step inside one of the glass dome. Once inside you notice there’s a small selection of food and some glasses of wine waiting for you. 

“you cant say you’ve been to London if you haven’t been on the eye” James holds up his glass and you clink yours against it. You sit together on the bench in the middle of the dome, looking out across the contrast of the bright London lights against the dark sky. When the dome reaches the very top of the eye you stand up and walk to the edge, admiring the glittering city in front of you. James walks up to join you, putting his arm around you. 

“So, how did I do as a tour guide?” He asks.

“I think, you chose the wrong career. You’re a much better tour guide than you are an actor” 

James fakes hurt and you laugh, turning to face him.

“I’m kidding. You're amazing at both” you smile sincerely and lock eyes with James. He brings his hand up to your face. 

“I think you’re pretty amazing too” he smiles, before gently kissing you on the forehead. When he leans back his eyes flicker down to your lips. He leans in slowly, giving you chance to pull away but you don’t. His lips meet yours and you close your eyes as you kiss him back.

When the kiss comes to an end you giggle nervously, suddenly feeling like a blushing school girl, which makes James laugh.

“I think we should take a picture, I want to remember this moment” he says taking his phone out. He pulls you in with his arm around you and you both smile widely as he snaps a selfie, the lights of London in the background. 

Your ride on the eye comes to an end and James hails a taxi for you. 

“Thank you for an amazing day, you’re the perfect tour guide” you smile, and James takes your hands in his. 

“Well you're the perfect tourer… tour-ee? I don't know the word, but you get what im trying to say” he replies and you both laugh as he opens the taxi door for you to climb in. “text me when you're back safe yeah?” 

“will do” you nod and smile as he shuts the door. The taxi pulls away, leaving him standing alone by the road. A few minuets later a notification pops up on your phone. 

‘instagram: @jamesmcavoyrealdeal tagged you in a photo’

You click on the notification to see he’s posted your London eye selfie, with a simple smiley face emoji as the caption. You like the photo and put your phone back in your pocket only for it to buzz again straight away. You take it out to see a text from Alicia with a screenshot of James’ insta post.

‘oh my God tell me everything xxx’

[mrsbhandari]

wish you were sober

a/n: hey its a random ajay fic no one asked for fjkdlkjf;lskdj;f ANYWAYS im still working on that athlete au cuz its a BITCH but thats fine. i hope you like this one, it turned out way longer than i wanted it to oop--

words: 4k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, light sexual harassment (brian crandall aka asshole of the year), like kinda suggestive if you squint

summary: ajay getting roped into the bullshit(tm)

tagging: @rulesofthebeneath, @theeccentricbibliophile

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It was near midnight when she called, voice loud over the speaker of his phone and face lighting up the screen. He blinked blearily, unsure of what was really happening and what he should specifically do about this girl who called him and expected him to...what? Drop everything for her? Race over to Brian’s house and bring her home? 

I hate my fucking life, he thought as he pulled on some jeans and grabbed his keys. She looked crazy over the phone, speech slurring and loud laughs directed at something off screen that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to see. She yelled that he needed to get over there and hung the phone up abruptly, not allowing him to get any words in before she left, making his heart beat at the possibilities of what might happen if he didn’t pick her up. 

When he pulled up to the large mansion overrun with rowdy high schoolers, he couldn’t hold in his sigh. He was really traipsing into the lion’s den, looking for a fellow mouse that liked to wear a predator’s pelt, ignoring the looks of hunger pointed his way by the big dogs of both Hearst and Berry. He figured Skye would be upstairs in her room or sleeping over at someone else’s house, so being saved by her was out. Erin was on a trip with her family and Rory was practicing lines at their house, so he was sure that if Ajay was going to get Bailey, it was going to be by himself. 

He didn’t even know why she was here, and why the hell is he supposed to come get her? She probably tagged along with Casey, so why shouldn’t her own brother get control of her? She doesn’t even like me, he thought, grimacing and ignoring the odd stares at his behavior. He seemed to be doing well at hiding his crush on her in favor of the play, but no one told him how hard it was going to be with her! She smiled so easily, and he was just supposed to act like it didn’t make his hands shake and his heart beat faster and his mind race with thoughts of her lips on his and and and…

I hate my fucking life, he repeated to himself, making his way out to the backyard and the pool, keeping his head down to avoid any unwanted contact with people who could most definitely snap his spine in half if they wanted to. His eyes ran over the different sections of the backyard, focusing on the beer pong table that a certain blonde ponytail was near, making his heart skip a beat. He walked over, silently waiting for her to finish her turn and standing awkwardly until she did. What’s the etiquette for this kind of thing? He didn’t have to worry about it long because she sunk her shot and raised her arms up in a high V, shouting and laughing her elation at almost winning the entire game. He let out a small oomph! when she turned to him and wrapped long arms around his neck, seemingly noticing him for the first time. 

“Oh! Ajay!” Her breath stank of cheap beer, but she was so close to him and her body was so warm that he couldn’t find it within himself to care. “I’m winning!” She drew out the word, yet he hung onto every syllable like it was his lifeline, finding it to be the only thing keeping him from pressing his lips to hers, party be damned. A curse from her beer pong opponent brought him back to reality, making him pull back from her but keep a hand on his waist to ensure she didn’t fall drunkenly. 

“I’m here to take you home, Bailey. You called me?” He had to contain himself when she pouted, finding it to be the cutest expression ever, but she quickly turned away and slammed back the shots in the cups on the table. “Bailey, what the fu--” he began, but she let out a loud, giddy laugh. 

“I haven’t even gone for a swim yet?” She took a few uncertain steps, stripping her shirt off and then shimmying her skirt to the grass. Ajay shot glares at a few Hearst football players who whistled and catcalled her before following her protectively, hiding her body from the group of boys. “Ajay, join me!” She was painfully drunk, stumbling and moving far too loosely to be considered sober or dignified. 

“No, we can swim when you aren’t wasted, c’mon…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few girls filming them, so he turned his body towards their camera to hide her again. She had been dressed for it, a cute black bikini accentuating her curves, but there was something inherently sweet yet dirty about how exposed she was. He knew it would sound selfish if he ever said it out loud, but it didn’t sit right with him, the fact that she wasn’t only doing this for him. She was drunk, and she barely even noticed him there, and even if she wasn’t drunk, she would never look at him the way he wanted her to. “Bailey, seriously, let me take you home.” 

“I’ve got laps first!” She walked over to the diving board and carefully stepped onto it, almost losing her balance at its wobble. 

“Hey, this chick is gonna jump drunk!” Brian yelled, laughing cruelly at the crowd of other high schoolers who meandered over to the side of the pool to watch. Ajay wanted to yell at how they should be focused on helping her instead of going viral, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears, the predators too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blood. He turned his attention back to Bailey, who was posing for a dive, which she didn’t quite follow through on as she made her leap from the board. Before he could catch her, she was in the water with a splash, providing lovely entertainment for the top of the food chain guffawing at her jump. 

“Bailey!” he yelled, leaning forward as much as he could without falling in after her. She rose to the surface, but was struggling, splashing the water and taking gulping breaths that never seemed to be enough as she kept slipping under. Shit shit shit! He thought, quickly ripping off his shirt and jacket and dropping his pants, disregarding the suggestive sounds falling out of his classmates’ mouths. Right now, he needed to help Bailey; he would deal with his pending payout from the possibility of a Buzzfeed article later. He threw his glasses on the small pile of his clothes as he jumped.

The sudden feeling of the water enveloping him was a shock, but he ran entirely on adrenaline to get over it quickly and swim over to Bailey, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her close in the water. She was still struggling against him, unable to stop the panic that was taking over her heart, but he found the edge of the pool and the ladder next to the diving board, quickly pushing her to sit on one of the metal steps. When her fingers wrapped around the rail, she calmed down quicker than expected, allowing him a moment of relief to catch his breath. 

“Aw, damn, I was hoping I would have to administer some CPR!” Brian whistled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the pair in the pool. Suddenly, Ajay was hit with the realization that he was here...with Bailey...at a party...with a shit ton of high schoolers...in his underwear...sopping wet. 

I hate my fucking life. No matter how many times it ran through his head, a gorgeous face would pop up in his mind shortly after, making his features soften and his breathing slow. With a jolt, he felt her moving in front of him and opened his eyes just in time to watch her ass pass directly in front of his face, making him blush and look away. He climbed out after her, the reality of just what he did hitting him as he looked around at the other teenagers, all staring at him and Bailey like they were the only food available for miles. He found a towel on a table and handed it to her, but she offered it back to him with a flirty smile. 

“I think you need this more than me,” she whispered, eyes glancing downward for a split second before meeting his once more. He let out a cough and wrapped the towel around his waist, secretly happy he wore black, not-embarrassing boxers today. Collecting his pile of clothes from the side of the pool, he sneers at Brian when the boy stopped in front of them. 

“You think you can just make a mess at my party and leave without paying an exit fee?” He turned to Bailey, a sickly smile showing too many teeth and only making Ajay hurry to reach for his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. “A kiss from the party girl?” 

“I think the fuck not,” Ajay said, tone low and threatening as he zipped up the thin layer over Bailey’s half-naked body. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him and willing her to stop shaking at his side. She was suspiciously quiet, but he didn’t have time to worry about her; he needed to get her out of this party. 

“Oh, c’mon--”

“You lay a hand on her and I report you for sexual harassment, which will go down even worse when the cops look at the evidence of underage drinking. I’ll say it one time, and one time only: Fuck. Off.” He hid his satisfaction at the way Brian gaped at him and stepped out of the way. They silently walked off, Ajay’s hands full with his clothes in one hand and a drunk girl that he was secretly pining after in the other. He looked down at her briefly, eyeing her through her thick lashes that nearly closed over a sleepy gaze. Before he stepped back into the house, he looked over his shoulder to see Brian glaring after them. “Take that ‘exit fee’ and shove it up your ass!” With a resolute nod, he made his way through the house and to his car, surrounded by teenagers that he shooed away. 

“‘Jay…” she drawled, the first word she said in the past 5 minutes making him flush. “Where are we going?”

“Well, my house is closer, so I’ll text your brother and call your mom to say you’re staying over at my place.”

“Hm…” was all she hummed, allowing herself to be strapped in by him. He stayed outside the driver’s side to pull his pants on, but stopped with his shirt in his hands when she reached over and rolled the window down. “Leave it off!” She sounded like a child and he wanted to laugh, so bad, to just laugh with her and not worry about what the hell this party was and what the hell was going to happen in the morning and what the hell he was going to do when she was spending the night in his bed. 

But he couldn’t. 

“Sorry, Bailey,” he said, slipping the shirt down and smiling at her pained whines. 

“Such a Debby Downer,” she slurred. She looked back out of her window, pouting and ignoring him when he offered his phone, opened to Spotify for her. 

“I’ll make it up to you. Pick some music.” That seemed to distract her enough for him to get going, flinching at the volume she played WAP at and screamed the lyrics to. There was something intimate about this as well, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of how sweet it felt, wafting over his senses like being down the street from the bakery. You knew that the closer you got, the stronger the smell, and the more at home you felt amidst the warm pastries that lined the window. The closer he drove to his house, the more inevitable being close to her was, and he couldn’t get it out of his head as he switched his attention from the road to her hand movements as she rapped the lewd lyrics, fueled entirely by the alcohol. 

She whined more when he turned down the volume as he turned into his neighborhood, but he managed to convince her to be quiet with a single finger to his lips, something she seemed to focus on for far too long to even be attributed to the alcohol. She luckily kept this behavior up when he ushered her inside and to his room as quickly as possible while still keeping her from falling into several of Mohit’s loud toys and the large furniture that seemed to be ten times as dangerous at night. 

“I felt like I was on Wipeout,” Bailey gasped when he closed the door, voice entirely too loud for the quiet stillness of the room. He was about to scold her, but then she collapsed on the bed, making it creak and add to the genuine noise she brought everywhere she went. His heart decided that he liked the noises that were associated with her before his mind ever caught up, something that was happening a lot more nowadays when he saw her walk into the auditorium, ponytail swinging and smile wide. 

“Uh, here,” he said, offering a large t-shirt and some old pajama pants that were too small for him to her before turning around and covering his eyes. He heard the unzipping of his jacket and the ruffling of clothes, keeping his eyes shut under his hands as he waited for her with bated breath. He hated how his mind wandered to her even when he didn’t want it to, his eyelids seemingly tattooed with her bright eyes and curious gaze, always finding his glances with pinpoint accuracy that left him stuttering and looking away. She was here, in his room, drunk. Just a few feet away and he could reach out his hands to touch her, feel her skin under his palm, run the pads of fingers over her collarbone, the scar on her shoulder, the freckles on her cheek. His touch could linger for as long as he wanted it to, because she’d be looking forward to it as much as he was, and she would pull his face down for a kiss that knocked the breath out of his lungs. 

“You can look now,” was what a tentative voice behind him said, jolting him out of his fantasy and making him turn around. No matter how much mental preparation he could put his mind through, he never could fully be ready for the sight of the sight of his large shirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing the collarbone he had just been thinking about a few seconds before. She sat cross legged on the sheets, making her seem smaller than she really was. 

“You must be tired.”

“I’m not.”

“You looked ready to pass out at Brian’s, don’t bullshit.” He sounded unnecessarily harsh which made him feel even worse than he already did for her as she cast a glance down at her hands. He sighed. “Sorry, I was just worried.”

“About me?” 

“Well, you almost drowned, so yeah. I was worried.” Her gaze was still on her hands and she hummed, too full of thoughts for someone who probably couldn’t keep them straight. 

“Was that the only reason?”

“You talk too much. Aren’t you supposed to be passed out by now? I’ve never dealt with a drunk person before.” He saw her cheeks grow bigger and figured she was smiling; it made him smile, too, an indicator that he was too far gone to ever deny feelings for her that flitted around his mind like cobwebs. He shook them away to force himself to listen to her speak once more.

“I just…” She trailed off but stopped herself from releasing anything else, lips tight and silence awkward. 

“It’s fine.” His voice was too hurried, he sounded too panicked, and he cringed to himself when he got the simple words out. Damage control. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.” She just hummed again, and he hated the way he analyzed it, searching for the hidden meaning as if the vibrations would unlock some new achievement, leaving a letter in his pocket that would lay out all the things felt between the two. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized he would be afraid to read it. “You take the bed.”

“What? Why?” Her voice raised unexpectedly, enough so that even she seemed surprised by the sudden raise in volume that was met with another finger to his lips. 

“It’s polite, I’m not making you sleep on the floor drunk.”

“Just sleep with me.” The alcohol was clouding her mind, letting more pass through her filter without a second thought. 

“I can’t do--”

“Why not?”

The challenging tone made him pause, unsure if she really meant anything by the insistent way she clenched her fists and stared up at him, nose scrunched in an adorable pout that made his heart melt. He could feel his resolve crumbling, which is surprising since he was always seen as one of the most stubborn students in the theatre department. Someone shouldn’t be able to wear him down this much unless they were holding a gun to his head. 

Or maybe they were just looking at him with such a determination in their eyes that it made him stop and consider the options for once. 

“If I do this, you’ll sleep?” 

“Yes,” she sighed more than spoke, scooting backwards on the bed and edging over to leave room for him. He wondered if she could already hear the beating of his heart, loudly rushing into his ears as he tried to calmly walk over to the side of the bed. It all felt domestic, like they were husband and wife, but he felt too loud to be considered casual. His feet pounded the wood below him and his large hands scraped against the sheets. He left a layer under him so as to separate him from Bailey, but it proved unsuccessful as she just climbed (stumbled) back out and then got back in on top of the same layer, getting rid of his barrier and only making him sweatier. He was still in jeans, they noticed at the same time, and she looked up at him expectantly. 

“You can change your pants you know.” She raised an arm to her eyes, closing and covering them. “I won’t look.” 

You can if you want to. 

The sentence was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t find it within himself to say it, opting instead to just silently get up and change, slipping his legs into pants that he only realized matched hers when he climbed back beside her. When he settled with his back against the headboard, he nearly yelped when her hand found his thigh, running her fingers over the soft material. 

“We match.”

“Yeah. Unintentionally, I swear.” He stiffened when she nudged closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t mind. I think it’s cute.” 

He never expected that “Bailey Called Something I Did Cute” to be written on his tombstone, but here he was: murdered by the shape of her mouth forming a word like that in reference to him. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question was unhurried and whispered in his ear, but it hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending tingles over his entire body as he flinched away from her. 

“What?” Half of his body was off the bed as she leaned closer to him, cupping his right cheek in one hand. She still smelled like shitty beer and chlorine, a combination that should’ve made him gag, but she managed to make seem like the highest priced perfume. It made him want to lean in right back, slot his lips against her plush ones and just accept that it happened, but he also knew that going back on his word to the rest of the theatre department was an awfully shitty move. 

“I want to kiss you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“What’s the saying? ‘Drunk words are sober thoughts’?”

“You want to kiss me when you’re sober, too?”

“All the time.” His breath hitched; Wasn’t expecting that development. “I wish I didn’t have to kiss Rory in the play. I think they like me and I don’t want to lead them on, but it’s so hard when the kiss is so anticipated. It’s especially hard when I have a crush on my director. ” 

Ah, the kiss, Ajay remembered, slightly ashamed at all the times they’d rehearsed the scene but he would always call for them to stop just before the climax of it. He knew it was kind of pervy, but he really only wanted to watch his crush kiss someone else the minimum amount of times he was required to: the four times they were performing the show, nothing less and absolutely nothing more.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say you’ll kiss me.” 

“What about the play?”

“It’s your rule. You can decide if you want to break it with me.” She didn’t know he had already decided months ago when he saw her at auditions that if the opportunity ever made itself known, he would break a thousand rules just to feel her skin against his one time. And now he seemed to be giving in, leaning in closer and closer until her breath was hot against his, shared between the two like a secret. 

“I’ll kiss you,” he decided, finally closing the gap between them and kissing her. His lungs and chest felt tight, but any concerns about the play, the party, or the bitter taste of beer on his tongue melted away as she kissed him back fervently. He figured he should be impressed with how good she still was at kissing despite being wasted, but his thoughts were cut off as she pulled back. He was suddenly self-conscious, concerned about how good he was and the line of spit that still connected them. “What--”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed, chest heaving with the excitement and the alcohol still in her system. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ajay.” 

Ajay loved music, but he decided that if he had to give up every single record he owned just to hear his name fall out of her mouth again, he would hand them over in a heartbeat. Despite the way his heart was beating out of his chest, he forced himself to sound casual as he looked down at her. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Yes, you dork.” A drunken smile that stopped his heart and made his mind click trying to story it in his memory slipped onto her face, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder. “A long time,” she repeated softly, and before he could respond, she was asleep. 

He gently lifted her up and laid her down flat on the bed, making sure to keep close to her and her warmth. Just before he turned the light out, he pressed a kiss to her head, savoring the picture of her sleeping so soundly next to him, clutching his arm and one leg thrown over his waist. 

“Me too, Bailey.”

[b3grim3d]

help girl my braincell is dying and the only name i remember is tasnim but uhhhhhhhhhhhh the siblings kjhgfdfghjk hand them over

family is a mom and her 8 kids of various species dnsfkds

asmr just grabbing what i wrote in discord

Hilal- dirty lil crime man

will see a mud puddle and go "is for me?" and jump in it

nips at tasnims tail a lot but its just to play around

this lad can fit so much screaming in them

bit rahat in the leg for trying to bully gambo

Illyas- assigned themselves oldest sibling role even though they all basically hatched the same day dsjkhfds

bosses everyone around or tries to because no one really listens to it jldskbhfjcsd

sticks near basira the most almost like a body guard to keep her from getting harassed as much

tried eating leaves once so basira would feel so alone but then it got sick from that djskfcds so now it just sits with her while she eats

Jabir- likes to throw hands with rahat and maram but hey girl, theyre a little too small to actually last in a fight

likes to munch on bugs when they were Smaller as opposed to actually eating meat

they switched to eating meat when they got older but even then theyll still chase around bugs

likes to play fight with everyone but also forgets sometimes not everyone is exactly built for very rough playing and accidentally goes a little too far sometimes

Nur- adopted a small mammal to be a pet, it protected it and in return the mammal helped it find neat lil spots to go explore

but then it ran away so it was :ah: for a bit but got over it quickly so dsfkhcjds

questions tasnim alot about her decision on keeping all of them, like it loves its siblings!! and it loves its mom!! but also it kinda wonders if she knew she was going to get ridiculed for keeping all of them, why she did it

really >:( at tasnims ex because like "how dare you abandon my mom she needed you"

Yohance- the big chatter box of the 3 suchomimus

hes the one that goes "gonna munch, gonna crunch" the most and constantly hungry so he taught himself how to fish as his way of getting snacks basically

quickest to get snippy with others especially if someone is bullying basira

roughhouses with tasnim a lot but its all play fighting and she goes along with it so its fine

Gambo is the most polite out of All the kids, and a selective mute

gets pushed around the most after basira and it goes :hoo: a lot for it

doesnt really fight back and just kinda :ah:

they still try to defend basira even if theyre very passive

tends to be really dependent on tasnim who doesnt mind it but also wants to help them feel more comfortable being on their own

Habibah is like the group funny lad

shes very nice but will not hesitate to go :vibecheck:

kins secretary birds and likes to just stomp on others as a way of defense

that and smacking

shell catch a small creecher while practice hunting and then go to tasnim like " :hewo: look!! i did it!! all by myself!!"

play fights a lot with the other kids and also with basira but with basira its mostly to have the lil lady practice trying to defend herself

Basira- just a lil lady!

she gets pushed around a lot and that makes her very [hoo] especially when she was itty bitty but thats why we have mom to help her figure out how to at least defend herself long enough until any her siblings or tasnim to arrive to help her

she really doesnt like rahat and maram but some of the other members she doesnt mind spending time like theyre clearly Confused about the whole situation but hey shes still family so sdjknhfdcs

she just kinda munches on moss when Small and originally tasnim tried to get her to eat meat but she was like no <3 so tasnim will try to bring other plants for her to eat

she tried to get in between tasnim and maram and it cost her a chunk of her tail, it heals just fine but that was a :hoo: time

please be nice to her shes trying her best

shes well aware she isnt meant to live this type of lifestyle but also she loves her siblings and mom and also feels like she wouldnt last long if she did try to leave by herself so shes Staying