#though i do think they could have been interesting had that been a thing they explored more than being immediately resolved

[misstycloud]

Hello! What if yan! Playboy saw reader again but with another guy and they are acting lovey dovey how would he react?

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He would freak out. He'd think about all those nights he laid awake in bed, wondering where you were or if you were even alive. Yandere playboy couldn't bear it if something has happened to you.

However, he didn't expect to receive the answer to his questions by seeing you being all snuggly with someone who's not him.

His first thought would be that he's happy you're safe, then the rage would come. It would take over his entire mind and be the only thing he could think of.

How could you just leave him like that? especially after he poured his heart out to you; and you acted like it didn't matter. Despite the deep feelings he held for you, he couldn't pretend like what you put him through was okay.

"(Y/n)." he said in a stern voice after marching up to you and your date.

You froze and slowly turned to see your love-victim looking furiously at you. You had been careful to not actually divulge any details about your personal life-nothing that could give him a tip on where to find you. Yet, here he was in the flesh.

"who are you? cant you see we're on a date?" your new partner voices, irritated at the interruption.

"I wasn't talking to you." the playboy hissed. He absolutely hated the other mans existence. Of course, he was mad at you too but his presence reminded him that you could leave him for someone else; that there was a chance he wasn't enough to please you.

You sighed and said, "Go away. I'm busy." you also swatted in his direction, making your opinion clear.

"where were you? why did you stop responding to me? you have no idea how worried I was."

"I think being ghosted should send a pretty clear message, dude. I DON'T like you and I'm not interested in you anymore so leave me alone." you combed your fingers through your date's hair. "I have someone else now."

The playboy clenched his fists. He gritted his teeth. "You're coming with me." his tone indicated you had no day in the matter.

You couldn't believe it. Who did this guy think he was. Sure, you knew he fell for you(hard), which was the purpose, but that did not mean he could think he owned you.

"No, like hell i'm going anywhere with you."

"Yes. You are."

"Dude, she said no. Back the fuck up.'' your date tried to defend you. Too bad he wasn't someone of importance, otherwise he might;ve had a real chance of taking you from him.

He glanced him up and down, clearly unimpressed. He couldn't fathom how you left him for someone like...this. Seriously? Was this truly what you desired in a partner or was it possible I was all a test? Did you do this in hope of him proving his dedication to your relationship?

Well, if that was the case then he would gladly prove his loyalty to you. You were the one he wanted to make his life partner and there was nothing else that could measure up to the emotions YOU made him feel.

You saw your former fling walk up to your date and lean in close. He whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear. Your date's eyes widened and he went pale. The longer the playboy spoke, the more fearful he became. You did have a clue what was said but it clearly freaked him out- enough for him to bail.

He quickly excused himself and ended it with, "Don't bother calling anymore, I'm not interested in some triangle bullshit." before rushing off in a random direction.

"Looks like he wasn't as interested as he claimed to be, no need to feel sad though, you have me now." he grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist.

You pried it off you. "What did you say to him?"

"nothing that would have bothered him if he was actually serious about you."

"Stay away from me. I left you and I will never go back to you- I never even liked you, it was all fake. Don't you get it. I just wanted to get back at you for all the shit you've put people through."

He went quiet at your words. You scoffed and decided to walk away. However, before you could get more than two meters from him, he gripped your arm. You winced as his nails dug into your skin.

"ow! what the-"

"Don't be so rude , (Y/n). I don't think you realise whose feelings you've played with. I love you and I don't plan on going home without you." he hugged you close to his body, ignoring your struggles. "I understand how all this is simply karma for how I used to behave and I accept that, but I won't let you carry out your punishment. You will let me marry you, is that understood? Don't forget who I am- what position I have in society."

You felt your blood run cold.

His smile didn't reach his eyes. "You started a game you have no way of finishing."

[mintedwitcher]

I spent the last two days catching up on all the episodes of 911 that I've missed, and I need to say a few things. actually, a lot of things. this got long so I'm putting it under a cut.

8b is significantly better overall than 8a. the storylines, the pacing, the character interactions. it is significantly better in this half of the season. that being said:

I have mixed feelings about Eddie's SL. on the one hand, I'm proud of him for finally making a good parenting decision (putting his son first). on the other, I hate how it felt like he was essentially rewarded for the bare minimum. I also hate how he treated Buck, but that's a sidenote.

I didn't like Maddie's kidnapping arc. I hate that they made the villain a cheap, bad example of DID, when it would've been far more interesting for her to be entirely neurotypical. people with mental illness are more likely to be the victims of violent crime than the perpetrators of it, and this plot felt like a slap in the face to anyone with mental health concerns, especially with the addition of Maddie talking a man into suicide (even though it didn't really happen), and then slapping the suicide hotline on the end credits like that was going to do anything. I'm not even actively suicidal and Maddie's speech to the "kidnapper" was triggering as all hell for me. I can't imagine how much worse it was for people who are still fighting that battle. I do like that they didn't just let Maddie brush it all off like nothing happened, however I do think she still should've faced actual consequences for what she said on the phone. In season 2, Gloria got fired just for hanging up on people. Maddie talked a caller into killing himself. That should've had consequences.

Athena, for once, I have no complaints about. her storylines felt more grounded in reality in 8b, and there was significantly less of the 'vigilante cop' angle, which I'm definitely happy about. (I don't know or care what happened in the Dr Odyssey crossover, so I can't speak on that.) I liked her having a rookie, AND I like that the rookie faced consequences in-universe for what he did. I wish that was more common, but I'm still glad it happened, and I'm looking forward to s9 bringing in a new (hopefully better) rookie for Athena to train.

Ravi, no notes, he was amazing in every episode.

now for the Big One: Bobby.

I loved this arc. it felt real and serious in a way that 911 frankly hasn't been lately. Bobby dedicating himself to saving his team is so entirely in character. it's what he's always done, ever since we were first introduced to Bobby Nash. he has always and will always put his team and his family before himself, every single time, because the one time he didn't, he lost everything. this is a man who knows the agony of loss, the pain of guilt, and who will do whatever it takes to protect others from feeling the same thing. the fact that his death is an act of personal sacrifice - letting Chim take the antiviral, keeping silent about his own infection - is the only way he could possibly go out.

(I've seen a lot of theories about him still being alive, but I have to disagree, vehemently. this is not a sci-fi show, this is not Supernatural. characters who die in 911 stay dead, even if the memory of them doesn't.)

showcasing Athena and Chim's grief in the funeral episode was an amazing choice. mirroring Athena's grief with Leah, mirroring both women's denial, it was a fantastic narrative decision, and it works so well. Leah couldn't let go of Micah, Athena couldn't let go of Bobby. they were both prolonging and delaying their grief, and they were only finally able to put down that weight when they accepted that their loved ones were truly gone. when they accepted the permanence of it.

and Chimney - the guy who stays level-headed, the guy who doesn't get angry, not really, not often - being the one full of rage at Bobby's death was so important. grief is painful, and the unfairness of it is infuriating. and for Chim to be the one to express that, I think, was the best choice they could've made. it would've been too easy to give anger to Eddie, or Buck, but giving it to Chim felt more real. because yeah, out of all of them, Chim has arguably the most reason to be angry. Bobby lied to him, to all of them, and while it did save Chim's life, it still hurts, because what if... you know? what if there was another way, what if there was a way to buy time, what if there was something he could do. Chim is a paramedic, his entire life revolves around healing people, keeping them alive. watching Bobby go out like that would've felt like a failing on Chim's part, like he didn't do enough, like he wasn't good enough. so yeah, Chim being angry was the perfect choice.

I'm looking forward to seeing how the grief is handled for Ravi, Hen, Eddie, and Buck in the next two episodes. if they keep the same tempo as this one, I'm guessing we'll get to focus on two mains per ep, with some scenes to show how the others are coping in the meantime.

I saw someone on here theorise that the show is essentially using the characters to personify the stages of grief, so it's definitely going to be interesting to see who takes which role in the next two episodes. I feel like Ravi and Eddie are both going to be 'bargaining' - they both feel a measure of personal responsibility, as if they could've 'done more', we saw glimpses of it already in e16. I think Hen will be 'acceptance'. she went back to work a week early to be there for her team.

and so that leaves 'depression' for Buck, which I think is very accurate. he's holding on for now, for everyone else, but I think the more he pushes it down, the worse it's going to be, and the more numb he's going to become. out of everyone in the 118, Buck takes their losses the hardest. he cares so much, and with so much of himself, that he just can't help it. he feels every single loss like a personal one, and this might be the most personal loss he's ever endured. Bobby was like a father to him, and he was the one who had to watch, who had to relay the news, who had to walk away and let Bobby die. that is going to break him, I think.

I can't wait to see how it goes down for the next two episodes. I've been saying for months that 911 needs to shake things up if they want to stay afloat, and the only options for Bobby going forward were always going to be death or retirement. I'm sad that he's gone, and I'll miss Bobby all the time going forward, but I am so excited to see what new storylines can come from this change.

I know not everyone is going to agree with me, so I'm asking now, if you want to add your opinions here, go ahead, but be civil about it. I'm not looking for discourse. any hate will be deleted and blocked on sight. my asks are currently open if anyone wants to discuss the show there.

[changingplumbob]

Day Twenty - Chloe Group 1/2

Waken up everyone! Time for another day in the villa. And not just any day, the final day as a group before we have the whole cast challenge, final dates, and the first commencement ceremony (elimination sounds harsh when I love them). As normal coins were flipped for if teeth were brushed and wheels were spun for which type of shower contestants would have.

Room orders were randomised as some are closer to the dining room than others, but after showers breakfast was served! After being instructed to eat full autonomy took control of our group members and Deanna. Room doors were locked (you know what sims are like with computers) and Deanna complimented each sim in the order they sat down to eat to prompt conversation.

Lara made it to breakfast quite a bit before anyone else, and took the opportunity to chat with Deanna alone. Once Elise and the others started filing in though Lara turned her attention to her fellow competitors while Deanna greeted everyone. Unortunately it appeared that Hana woke up angry thanks to her hot headedness. While she didn't shout any forbidden words or do anything mean she did have a face like thunder. It's okay Hana, you don't need to be angry at Apolline doing the dishes.

Lara and Elise really hit their stride, talking about all of the great parties they had been to. Billie tried to distract Hana with art talk, but of course you can't talk of anything refined without Apolline giving her opinion. Billie was interested, Hana remained angry. In front of everyone Deanna flirted with Callie who was happy with the attention. Jealously settings were working because no one got annoyed.

Rather than leaving the villa the contestants head to the top floor where chairs have been set out in an odd configuration. Today Deanna and Devin are joined by their little sister Artemisia (Emisia to family, Emi to friends).

Devin: Since this show was brought to life around the idea of family having a say in challenges, we let Emisia choose one

Emi: *evil grin* Today you will be taking part in... a staring contest. First to blink loses. You will go in pairs, I will join the three winners for a semi final and then the last two standing will battle it out. Up for grabs, not that you should want it, is a solo date with Deanna. I say up for grabs because if I win overall no date for any of you! To bad? So sad. What are we waiting for?

Deanna: *sighs*

First match: Lara vs Apolline

Lara: *deep in thought* A staring competition. A staring competition? I better focus

Apolline: Unconventional, but I am quite confident about it. I've faced worse people than some lovestruck girls. They can't compare to staring a fashion mogul down from a hissy fit, for sure

Winner: Lara

Second match: Callie vs Billie

Callie: You know, I think I might have a shot at this one!

Billie: This is fine. I can stare down anybody! I once posed for a friend for a portrait and I tried to hold position for so long, I swear I forgot to blink for about five minutes!

Winner: Billie

Third match: Elise vs Hana

Elise: Heehee! What a riot! Alright, I'm game, bring it!

Hana: *scoffs* Oh I am determined to win this!

Winner: Hana

For the semi finals it was Lara vs Billie, a battle of the smiles. Then Hana vs Artemisia, a battle of the scowls. Our two finalists, Lara and Hana.

Lara seemed at ease settling in while Hana still had a head full of steam. In the end though, there could only be one winner. The match was won by Lara.

Apolline: ...A bit of mascara fell in my eye, alright? I bet that Lara was holding by a thread anyways

Callie: I can't believe I lost that one!

Elise: I should've known I'd get lost in beautiful eyes! That was totally cheating with distraction, right? Hana, It's a crime to be so good-looking!

Callie: Are you focusing Elise? Time is running out for getting solo dates

Apolline: Relax Callie

Callie: You can say that, you've had a solo date already!

Billie: Well, I thought I was an expert but obviously I have a thing or two to learn from Lara! And Hana obviously

Artemisia: I think all in all this was a very successful challenge

Billie: Really? Over all the groups no one went blind or anything?

Artemisia: *laughing* I wish someone had gone blind

Hana:*sighs* My bad. I thought my anger could carry me through to a win but I guess not. Sorry for not preventing the front runner from getting a date everyone, I tried

Lara: *smiles* hallelujah I won! I have to admit it's been hard seeing the others get close to Deanna and knowing any kind of lead I had could be gone. I'm going to put my best foot forward on this date and make the most of our time together

@belsasim, @igglemouse, @invisiblequeen, @paracosmic-sims, @perolesims, @simscici

[fixated-cookies]

Fit for a king

I am sooo sorry this took forever I've been busy with college hahaha, also I've been a bit insecured about my writing style so if its a bit different its just me trying new things out You’ve always admired the strength of a king—his discipline, his silence, his restraint. But beneath all that armor is a man starved of touch. And when he finally takes you into his arms, he’s gentle… until you prove just how much you can take. You never expected him to praise you so sweetly while filling you so deep—never expected to feel him pressing into your stomach while he whispered how perfectly you were made for him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The halls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom were vast, echoing, and cold. You had grown used to the hush of snowfall outside, the ever-present scent of frost and iron lingering through the citadel—but him?

You hadn’t grown used to him.

Dark Cacao Cookie was a towering figure, stoic in every public moment, carved from steel and restraint. And yet... when the doors to the war chamber finally shut behind the last advisor, and the silence settled thick as molasses between you both, it was impossible not to feel the weight of his presence pressing in.

You stood there, clutching your notes like a shield.

“I… I’ll return tomorrow, if that’s all,” you offered quietly, unsure of why you hadn’t turned and fled already.

But his voice rumbled low behind you.

“Stay.”

Your breath caught.

“Come here.”

You turned slowly. He was still seated, hands clasped, elbows resting on the arms of his throne. His cape hung heavy behind him, boots planted wide apart. And yet his eyes—dark as obsidian—were fixed solely on you.

Your feet carried you forward before your mind could object. You stopped just short of the throne platform, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

“I have noticed,” he said, tone careful, “you’ve been avoiding my eyes as of late.”

Your cheeks warmed. “I… apologize, Your Majesty. It wasn’t intentional—”

“You are not in trouble,” he interrupted gently. “But I would like to know why.”

You swallowed, mouth dry. What could you say? That his height made your pulse race? That every time he looked at you with those brooding eyes, something low in your stomach flipped? That you had wondered—too often—what it would feel like to be held by him?

“I suppose I… I just find you a little… intimidating,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

He didn’t smile. Not exactly. But there was a subtle shift in his face—an interest. A softening.

“Is it my size?” he asked, voice lower now, intimate. “Does it frighten you?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then nodded slowly. “I don’t think I’d know what to do with you,” you murmured, instantly regretting how that sounded out loud.

The air turned warmer. He rose from his throne, slow and deliberate.

Towering. Wide-shouldered. Measured in every step as he descended the dais and stopped in front of you.

“You need not do anything,” he said. His gloved hand lifted—so careful—as if touching something delicate. His fingers brushed your cheek. “Only trust that I will guide you.”

Your breath stuttered. He looked down at you not with lust—but reverence. Possessive reverence.

"And should you ever decide," he said quietly, thumb tracing the edge of your jaw, "that you want to try… I promise to take care of everything. Even if you tremble. Even if you break."

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Not when his thumb traced the hollow of your throat… not when he dipped his head to look you over so slowly, as though memorizing every inch of your expression.

“You are trembling,” he noted quietly.

You hadn’t even noticed.

“I—” You looked down, flustered, cheeks burning as his hand fell to your waist. “I didn’t think you’d actually…”

“Want you?” His voice was calm. “I do.”

His hand spanned your side with ease, gloved fingers caressing over your waist like it was second nature. Your own hands fluttered—unsure of where to rest, whether to touch his chest or his arms, whether to do anything at all. The difference in size made your stomach twist—he was a wall of muscle and steel and you were… soft. Curvy. Barely able to breathe under the weight of his attention.

“I’m not sure I could take it,” you whispered.

He stilled.

“All of you, I mean.”

There. You said it. Your eyes darted away—but he tilted your chin back.

“I would never harm you,” he said, voice suddenly low. “I will guide you through every step. Slowly. Carefully. Until your body learns the shape of mine.”

You whimpered, just softly, as he lifted you with startling ease and carried you—without struggle, without hesitation—to his bed.

Thick blankets. Pelts. Warm, dim firelight flickering off the carved stone walls.

He laid you down like you were something holy.

“Let me see you,” he murmured.

His armor had already been shed earlier. Now he unfastened the dark outer layers, revealing thick hands, veined forearms, a powerful chest still faintly dusted with cocoa-colored scars. But his eyes never left you. Not even as he bent down and pressed his lips gently to your collarbone.

One kiss. Then two. Then a long, slow trail down your chest as he pushed your clothing back—only as far as you allowed.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered against your skin. “And strong. And perfect.”

You gasped when his hand drifted lower, cupping you through your underwear. His palm engulfed you. The heat of him seeped through the fabric like fire.

He watched your face as he pressed down, rubbing in slow, careful circles.

“Do not fear what you have not yet felt,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “If it becomes too much… tell me. I will stop. But for now—just let me feel how well your body takes my fingers.”

You nodded shakily.

He slipped his fingers beneath your waistband, dragging the damp fabric down.

“You’re already warm,” he whispered, lips at your neck. “You’re ready for me.”

And then—one thick finger slid between your folds.

You gasped.

The stretch was sudden, but not painful. His finger moved slow, deliberate, curling just enough to make your hips jerk.

“Good,” he breathed. “So responsive. You’re already tightening… and I’ve barely begun.”

You mewled softly, grabbing at his wrist. He groaned at the sight.

“Look at you. Taking me so well already… even just my finger.” He leaned in close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “When the time comes, I’ll make sure you’re stretched enough. Lubed. So gentle.”

His voice dropped a note lower. Darker.

“And then I will ruin you.”

Your body was burning.

You didn’t realize how wet you’d gotten—how desperate—until he slid in a second finger, and then a third, slow and methodical, his lips pressed against your ear as he murmured praise after praise.

“You’re taking me perfectly… so warm, so soft…” Each word soaked into your skin like molten syrup. “Let me hear you. Let me feel all of you.”

And you did—shamelessly, body trembling beneath him, clutching at the sheets as his fingers worked in and out of you with maddening precision. He curled them just right, grazing something deep that made you arch and sob.

It was too much. Not enough. A tension knotting tighter and tighter in your gut, winding toward something unfamiliar.

“I—I can’t,” you whimpered, hips jerking.

“You can.” His hand cupped your thigh, spreading you wider. “You will. Let go. You are safe.”

And then, with one slow, final pump of his fingers, he withdrew—slick and glistening—and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I will go slowly,” he whispered. “I will not break you.”

But gods—when you looked down and saw the size of him?

Thick. Heavy. Dark and flushed. He was massive. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I…” you hesitated. “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

He took your hand—your entire hand—and wrapped it around the base of his length.

“Then let us show your body that it can,” he said, voice husky. “You are made for me.”

He lubed himself thoroughly, spreading your slick along the length of his shaft with deliberate, reverent strokes, letting you watch the way his body twitched with every pass of his palm. Then, finally, he aligned himself.

The head of his cock kissed your entrance—warm and firm and thick.

“I need you to breathe.”

You nodded, lips trembling.

And then he pushed in.

Your whole body arched. A strangled cry left your throat—your hands flew to his shoulders as your body tried to accommodate the heavy, stretching fullness.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear, not moving. “You’re doing so well. You’re perfect. You feel like heaven.”

Inch by inch, he sank in. Letting your walls adjust, stretching you slowly—thoroughly—until the base of him was flush against your soaked folds. Until you could feel everything.

You were full. So full.

He groaned—low and long, his breath stuttering.

“You… took all of it,” he rasped. “You took all of me.”

Your eyes welled with tears—overwhelmed, ruined, worshipped.

And then he moved.

The rhythm he found wasn’t brutal—but it was deep. Measured. Heavy. With each thrust, he pressed against that tender spot inside of you, and your moans turned helpless.

He bent over you, pressing down gently on the bulge in your belly—his bulge.

he whispered. “That’s me. All of me.”

Your walls pulsed around him. You were falling apart.

“I can’t—Dark Cacao—I—!”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t falter. He kissed your sobs away.

“I will carry you through it. Let go.”

And then he pressed down again—slowly—on the bulge, rubbing soft circles against your stomach as he rocked in deep—

And you came undone.

Your vision white. Legs shaking. A wet rush between your thighs—more than ever before. You gasped—screamed—as your release sprayed beneath you, soaking the blankets.

His voice broke—"Oh, gods—look at that—"—and he grunted hard as his hips slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt as he came, warm and thick and so much.

He didn’t move for a long moment—just cradled your shaking form, his weight sheltering yours.

"You did so well," he whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face. "My brave one. My perfect one."

The room was quiet now.

Only the soft rasp of your breath and the low hum of his voice, murmuring praise into your skin. The bed was soaked—your thighs still trembling, slick pooling beneath you—but he didn’t pull away. He stayed nestled close, still inside you, one massive hand cupping the curve of your thigh, the other stroking your hair back.

he murmured, voice thick with awe. “I’m so proud of you.”

You could barely speak—just a soft whimper escaped as you shifted slightly, your body too sensitive, too full.

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, little one. Don’t move. I’ll take care of everything.”

He pulled out slowly, the stretch making your breath catch again, but he was so gentle—so careful—as if afraid you’d shatter beneath him. A soft gush of his release followed, pooling warm between your thighs.

He made a sound—somewhere between reverence and regret—as he watched it, his large hands moving to cradle your hips with near-devotional care.

“I’ll clean you up,” he promised. “Stay here.”

But you reached for him—still dazed, trembling, but desperate not to be apart from his warmth.

“Don’t go…”

And just like that, the warrior melted.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He gathered you up—ruined, sticky, breathless—and carried you to a fresh blanket laid beside the bed. His arms were firm but cradling, and the moment he laid you down, he was already reaching for the warm cloth beside the basin he’d set aside earlier. Of course he had. He always thought ahead.

Every wipe was slow. Gentle. Worshipful. He cleaned between your thighs, his gaze never straying from your face, like he was afraid to miss a single wince or twitch. And when he was done, he pressed a kiss to your thigh, whispering,

“You were magnificent.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, and he hushed you again—stroking your cheek, slipping a warm robe over your shoulders, and tucking you into his side like a treasure.

“Rest, little one. I’ll stay right here.”

And he did.

One arm wrapped around your middle, chest rising and falling in slow rhythm against your back. His nose buried in your hair. His hand never once stopped stroking your side.

[theartofwoompwoomps]

Oh scrap

Soundwave x human reader

Summary: the decepticons start talking about who��s the hottest one, and agree that an alien could break the tie (aka reader) and without a hesitation they say soundwave, not knowing this guy can hear everything lol

Pt.1. Pt.2 ———————————————————————

It had been just a regular day on the nemesis. Cleaning Shockwaves and Knockouts tools, updating some data pads, reporting to Megatron, and hanging out with the minicons.

You started this routine since the day they brought you here. 

Apparently Megatron had heard that the autobots had more moral thanks to the human habitants. Thus he decided to do the same.

And that’s basically how you ended up there. 

Thankfully, you got along with a lot of decepticons, especially those in the higher ranks. Mainly since you were a great escape from gruesome responsibilities of the war. that’s why it’s not surprising that you’ve experienced many interesting conversations with your giant comrades.

Especially after explaining common human entertainment would often lead to a lot of chaos. 

Like today, some cons had started discussing about human attraction standards. 

They found it strange how inconsistent the standards were all over the world. 

Yet somehow this conversation shifted into who was the most attractive decepticon. 

It went from being a simple small conversation to a whole blow out debate. You hadn’t even realized how out of control the whole thing had gotten.

At some point knockout had joined claiming that he was the most eye captivating cybertronian even to the humans. But of course, the lanky drama queen known as Starscream was not letting him have all the glory.

All their squabbling was really starting to get on your nerves. Especially since all the commotion kept shaking the platform you were currently resting on.

And clearly you weren’t the only one annoyed with their antics, since Megatron decided to see what all the ruckus was about. 

Though he clearly wasn’t expecting to have his second in command and the medic start stating the reasons why they were more attractive than the other, then forgetting he was even their in the first place and currently occupy themselves in a fully out cat fight. 

He was honestly tired of this whole situation. The way it had escalated was too far out of control and he needed to end this at once. 

Without hesitation he vented a bit before speaking to make sure to convey his anger.

“enough with this nonsense.” 

Oh scarp, they forgot he was there.

“If you truly want to know who’s the most attractive, why don’t you just ask the human in question?” 

Now all attention was on you.

Before you could even plan an escape Megatron was quick to reach his servers towards you. And Lifted you up to where everyone could see and hear you.

“So tell us, as the only human aboard our ship,” he pulls you closer, “who is the most attractive decepticon?”

Honestly it felt like he was taunting you. Maybe the whole thing was a trap. Did he want you to say his name, somebody else, or no one at all? 

I mean, you clearly couldn’t choose any without causing a ruckus.

But before you could stop your mouth and think your answer through, your default brain was let loose.

“Well there’s only one correct answer to that,”

All of them quietly waiting in anticipation for your response.

“It’s obviously Soundwave, have you even seen the guy? He definitely the hottest.”

What?— the whole place blew up with different reactions. 

Megatron was partially amused but also partially uncomfortable with your response towards his most loyal companion.

Knockout feels completely cheated off and starts claiming the whole thing was rigged. And you don’t even have to look at Starscream to hear his complaints and tantrum saying how soundwave doesn’t even have a sexy voice.

And at that you started defending why you had chosen your crush without letting on that he was your crush and still admiring all his qualities.

But unbeknownst to you, the calm alien was having a hard time keeping his composure. 

He could hear everyone’s thoughts and emotions about the whole ordeal. And even though he couldn’t feel your emotions the same way with cybertronians. 

Your emotions were very clear to him. Big enough for him to understand how you felt about him.

Honestly he was flattered at how he could feel you defending your choice and the whole things was starting to fluster him when you started praising his physique and voice.

Even his own cassettes were starting to wonder what was making their boss aka dad so stiff. 

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[mtcloudsworld]

Can I please request a fic for Jason maybe how he would react to meeting a reader (black fem reader) who’s super confident so open about her attraction to him just out right saying he’s sexy/fine to their mutual friends idk I just need some Jason feeling wanted and knowing his feelings are reciprocated ❤️❤️❤️

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 | j.todd x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | I didn't give much description on the reader but it is black fem reader intended. I just got lost in the sauce is all lol. No warnings except that it's just fluff with some errors here and there probably. Just ignore them if you can.

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Let's put a little spin on the block shall we?

I think in this case, Jason knows a little bit of you right? He knows just a portion of you because Roy talks about you like your next big thing. He finally gets to meet you at your best friend's birthday party. At first he was kinda on the outskirts like he usually is but when you come around, he'll admit, he sees what all the hype's about. Y'all hung out a few times after that. There have been some great conversations and what not, went as far as exchanging numbers and as of recently they've been noticing the shared glances, the smiles, jokes and what not.

And you're friends? Well... they're betting their money and a life time supply of ass kissing that something beautiful just might happen between you two.

Now Jason hasn't really put himself into the dating scene yet, now of course he's had a few crushes along the way but nothing too serious.

And as you sit back in the perimeter of his space, in this friendly medium size cafe, smelling the fresh scent of coffee beans and cologne, in the proximity of his warmth, with the sun beaming past his face, you gazed over that jaw dropping, god like face and into those baby blue eyes-- you can't help but to think: How could anyone NOT like him? How could he NOT have a girlfriend already?

The man is built-- massive, muscles and all. 6 ft something, prince charming material, top tier sense of humor, tempting, a whole ass meal, sensible, a gentleman, girl dinner, a lover, a protector, a man you'd let bend you over on the kitchen counter and fuck the living shit out of you--

I mean, the list could really go on and on and on and on honey

His behavior, personality and quirks were all so cute and attractive, and of course you haven't seen the night terrors or any scars he has to deal with, but trust and believe that's manageable. it's just enough to want you to get to know him on a deeper level.

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As you watched him walk to retrieve yet another book, you couldn't help but release a soft sigh in bliss. "God he is so fine." Roy and your best friend roll their eyes, smiling from ear to ear as they give shared glances. They knew your interest was peeked, they also knew you've been wanting to shoot your shot for sometime now, but strangely, you haven't had the courage to do so. "Girl just go over there and talk to the man."

You give them a shy smile and shrug, "I don't want to seem weird though."

Your best friend chuckles, head shaking as she nudges her shoulder into yours, "I promise you won't. Trust me, go talk to him."

You sigh in defeat, giving a curt nod before standing to your feet and walking over to him. You weren't close by for him to sense your presence yet. However he caught a whiff of your scent lingering nearby, he has recognized it, studied it and memorized it all once before and you were the only person who wore this distinct fragrance. So, naturally, when you came closer, his attention turns to you. The sight of his eyes glowing in happiness and the smirk that rises to his lips makes your insides twist in relish. Feeling your cheeks burn and lips curl into a smile as you stand close by "So, whose your next victim?" You'd ask playfully looking down at the book in his hand with cluelessness and innocence pooling in your eyes.

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And you? You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful. He could look at you for hours upon hours upon hours and could never get enough of you. The way your skin glowed in the sunlight was exquisite. The rich tone of your voice sent a sweet ring to his ears as he listened to you talk. Charming in every sense-- your charisma sent him blushing, every flirtatious comment and glare you sent his way made butterflies swarm in his stomach.

Your confidence was blunt. Bold in every way, inspiring and admirable. He found the things and the people you loved were drawn from deep passion. You were undeniably sweet, so sweet that it felt so unfamiliar to him. Your touch, gentle and warm, made a part of his shoulder or arm tingle with want and need.

He may look cool calm and collected on the outside but inside?

Baby that man's heart is punching against his ribcage 😭 his skin is hot and he's trying his damn hardest not to make a fool of himself.

And the way you say his name?!?! Uggggh, his heart, his poor little heart!

Effortlessly you've got this man wrapped around your tiny little finger. Your independence was attractive, the way you care for others wa tender and lovely. He liked how you thought about him constantly, your genuine care for him was sudden but expected, you never shy away from inviting him places, buying his favorite snacks and what not. Just, sigh, everything about you made him feel uplifted and seen.

But even when he's feeling all these emotions, and these little things are happening to spike his blood pressure, somewhere in the deepest part of his brain where insecurity dwells, he believes you're way out of his league.

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Where Jason resides, he stood and observed from a distance you and your best friend chatting it up with a mutual coworker you hadn't seen in a minute. Undoubtedly it was a guy and Jason couldnt help but feel a little jealous??? couldn't help but feel like yeah, you're beautiful and single and have every right to talk and cheese all in another guy's face.

Yet, he couldn't shake this mixture of feelings that although he wants you all to himself, he feels he's not worthy enough to be something more for you. He doesn't feel worthy enough to have you when he does all these bad things-- living a double life.

He's basically stuck between a rock and hard place, and Roy can see it. His brows knitted in dissatisfaction, pondering his choices as he burned holes into the guy's head, but still, he glanced at you with tenderness.

"I don't think I'm good enough Roy, not even the slightest." He murmured, seated at the table across from his friend, playing with the red solo cup between his fingers. "If I told her what I was all about, I bet you she'll walk away-- I know she would."

"But you don't know that," Roy argued, gently. "You can't just assume the worst if nothing has happened yet."

"You say you're not good enough and that she may not like you, but you don't realize the most energy she gives you than any other person out there. She's drawn to you, Jason, more than you think. You're worthy of having a relationship, of being happy, of being loved... you're worthy of all of that. Stop saying you aren't because you are."

And fortunately, Roy was right. He was always right.

Because as Jason was left to his thoughts (Still hesitating and having a hard time believing it all). There was a moment when you noticed him all alone, pouting a little. Ditching the duo to approach him instead made his heart clench. You were all smiles, reaching for his hand and suggesting for them to take a walk.

He could never resist you, even if he tried.

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He felt you could do so much better than him.

But you didn't want better, did you?

You didn't want anybody else.

You didn't have your eye on anybody else because you were too busy gawking at the physique and personality of a god who could have you folding in 2.5 seconds. You were starstruck, in awe and it was kinda hard to believe that Jason was oblivious to it all when you are so open and blunt about it.

Soooooo, what can you do? Hm?

What can you do to make this man understand that you are into him?

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"Looks like you've got something on your mind."

You blink.

Your head turns to him, humming in response once you come back to your senses. In the middle of the dance floor, all alone now, held by the waist as you swayed slowly underneath the starry night sky, dim lighting from the hanging lights along the tent. You give him a close-lip smile in reassurance and shrug, adjusting your arms around his shoulders a little.

"I hope you're not bored of me."

"Pfft, bored?" You snicker amusingly. "you're anything but boring, Todd."

"You're never this quiet though."

He notices your mood switches, "...I know." You've grown quiet, hesitant as you avoid eye contact now.

Jason frowns. Eyes trained on, his hands squeeze at your hips for a second, grasping your attention again. His thumbs begin to caress at your sides soothing the nerves bubbling from within, admiring the giant before you.

"What's on your mind?" His voice grew curious. Yet you couldn't shake off the caring tone in his voice. Blue eyes swirl with need and want. He spoke with deep vibrato, placing you in a trance of encouragement for you to speak.

You hum, gaze diverted elsewhere as you ponder in thought. Your cheeks start to burn, then a chuckle and next a groan. A sudden burst of bashfulness on your face grows as you lean into his chest, attempting to cover the embarrassment all over your face.

A helpless groan is heard, "I don't wanna say..."

Jason gulps, clearing his throat at the action. Trying his hardest to not freak out as your face practically nestles into him. "No, c'mon what is it? Clearly it's bothering you if you're thinking so deeply about it." He says causally.

There was a silence, one that was filled with anticipation. And then there was a sigh, one of defeat and submission as you start to speak again. "Have you ever... liked someone so much you wish you could tell them without dying inside?"

"A little dramatic if I'm being honest but yeah... I've had my fair share of crushes in the past." He humors, gazing over you. "Why you ask?"

"I may...or may not have a crush on somebody." You say, hesitantly

"Hm. Whose the lucky bastard?"

Your gazes locked, and for a split second you thought he was joking. You thought that maybe he'd give you a playful smirk and say, "what? you didn't think I know?" But he doesn't do any of that. He's seriously asking who this crush of yours was.

So you toy with him murmuring, "I doubt you'd know anything about him."

"Hm," he shrugs, clueless. "A little background check wouldn't hurt none." He couldn't possibly be this oblivious but he was. It made you smile, endearingly. It honestly made you want to laugh because this was just sickly cute and silly of him to think it was anybody but him.

"it's you.. Jason."

The smile on his face slowly fades away, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks when h recollects your words.

"...what?"

"It's you. I have a crush on you Jason." You admit confidently this time. You slowly feel yourselves pull away, watching as his eyes grow slightly wide in shock, brows knitted in confusion. "I've liked you for a while now. Ever since we met I've always thought you were the most sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on." Your bluntness makes him blush along the tips of his ears to his cheeks. "You're a sweet man, Jay. I find it hard not to think about you daily. You make me feel happy, you make me feel acknowledged when you consider me." You sigh, "I just don't understand how a man like yourself don't have a girlfriend already. You're not ugly, you're far from that. You're a confident charmer, flirtatious even. Even when you say you don't mean to do so intentionally, it just comes out of you naturally. I love how sensible and caring, you are. I know that vulnerability can be hard for you because of your past but I can tell, you wanted to be needed at the end. I wanted more. Even the way you look at me its.ljke you're begging for me to stay a little longer, begging for me to be yours only, begging for a chance." His eyes flickered shut to the feeling of your hand cupping at his cheek, nestled in the palm of your hand as if he was a cat begging to be scratched. "I like every aspect of you, Jay," you say sweetly, your bodies drawing closer till there was no space between you two to fill. "I don't want to lose this feeling, this connection we have? I don't want it to go away." You whisper cupping his face now, you're foreheads meeting and hooded gazes locked now.

He doesn't say anything, and you frown.

"Jason? Please say something. Anything? I promise you I won't get upset if you don't feel the same. I know it's a little sudden, I get it, but I didn't know how else to tell--"

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His lips smashed against yours that night, shutting up any doubts or hesitation you both might've had at that moment. While you were quick to submission and he was quick to need, your lips moved slowly yet eagerly, in tune with yours. His hands weren't hesitant to hold you close, wasn't hesitant to groan in the kiss as your finger tugged at his hair. Growing an obsession at the taste of each other, your both breathless, small moans are heard and internally his heart was fluttering to you clinging to him. You both didn't want to break the kiss. But you had to. You had to, unreluctantly catch your breath. Just in time to see heart eyes glare into yours, to see that smirk dance along his lips. You giggle, turning head to the side as you feel your cheeks burning again. His nose bumps into your cheek, strong arms deciding to wrap around you possessively as he kisses between your jaw and neck.

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Later that night, you had called him to let him know you made it home safely. The call was supposed to be short and sweet but...

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize..."

You smiled as you placed the phone beside you, laying on your side as you close your eyes for a moment. You hum, "I think you were just hesitant, had a a difficult time believing it. You chose to ignore the signs because you felt you weren't good enough, which is not true."

"...Maybe." silence. "It's just strange to me, unfamiliar to hear someone say they want me."

"Well...I want you Jason, I really do." He could hear the smile on your voice as you spoke with such sweet softness. Admittedly he felt he could die in that moment, as he smirked down at the phone in his hand.

"Then...you can have me, all of me."

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Let's just say in the end there was no keeping this boy away from you, he was head over heels for you. You gave him security, you gave him communication, the space to be vulnerable when he least expected it. He felt more spoiled than you did in the relationship and that was okay. He deserved every bit of it just as much as you did. It took some time to admit who he truly was, to understand why he worked so late and came to you with all kinds of wound and bruises. His past and trauma made sense. But it didn't make you view him any less of a boyfriend. Actually, it turned you on even more. It was more sexy to know you were dating a badass vigilante who gave two fucks about his reputation, but was willing to protect you at every cost.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | sorry this took me a minute. I had soooo many ideas for this one and just couldn't choose what route to go on. Sorry if it's not what you wanted I completely understand.

Like, comment, reblog. Requests are open so if you have an idea you'd like me to write out, I'm all ears 😁

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[elbiotipo]

Do you think the tupi-guarani speaking peoples of coastal Brasil and the area around Paraguai would've ever developed "civilization" (sedentary society with large permanent cities and extensive agriculture) with mandioca and other american cropss if they'd been given enough time?

It's actually a question I would love exploring in depth. I think the answer is yes; after all, tropical civilizations do exist from the Maya to Southeast Asia to the Kongo and the Terra Petra cultures (Jared Diamond me la puede sobar). Manioc is also an excellent staple crop, which is in fact one of the main crops in tropical America, Africa and Asia. And we know that the population of the Americas was much, much higher before disease and genocide (see 1491).

In fact, it's often underestimated how much higher it was. There's still this image of hunter-gatherers all over the continent when in fact, agricultural villages was the norm. People who I have worked with for example have found evidence for large villages and agrarian settlements in the shores of the Argentine Paraná (I will try to find the sources later). And I think the sambaqui of the Brazilian coast are very well known.

The question here is why didn't the Tupí-Guaraní (and other peoples in the area) did not coalesce in a civilization, which is a hard term to define but I'll call it "state building" like in the Andes and Mesoamerica. And honestly, that's one question that could take an entire doctoral thesis to answer. Perhaps it's worth asking what were the forces, or lack of them, that did not result in the creation of states or large cities.

Another interesting thing to me is that the Pampas and the whole Rio de La Plata basin, with perhaps the most fertile soil in the world, did not have intensive agriculture until recent times. This is not unusual though, rich grasslands such as the North American Great Plains and the Ukranian Black Soil become are also rich in large animals to hunt and so many people there adopt generally hunter or herding lifestyles (that was the case even recently with gauchos and native nomads before the enclosure with alambrado, don't know the English word). But if does make you wonder; what if a native civilization, as in a urbanized culture with states, had risen in the Rio de La Plata or the Paraná?

In any case it would be very fun in a alternate history to imagine the Europeans finding a Tupí empire on the shores of Brazil or a Guaraní empire up the Paraná.

[utilitycaster]

Thought i was over it but i saw a post today that reminded me of how awful the villians of c3 were for whatever Matt tried to do. Anyway what are your thoughts on Ludinus staying a m9 problem and c3 should have had a villian from the continent?

Hi anon,

I think that it's fine that Ludinus was the Big Bad for Campaign 3, and I think the issues with the campaign being set on Marquet are not with him being the villain (honestly, Ludinus using his position of power in the Dwendalian Empire to seize control of an archaeological site in Marquet could have been an interesting avenue of exploration). Again, this was always intended to be a campaign of all parties coming together and setup from previous campaigns culminating.

Perhaps the larger issue is that the villain who was deeply of Marquet and heavily influenced by recent wars on the continent, Otohan, had about as much personality as hot dog water. This oversight was only made worse by the party and narrative doing absolutely nothing to explore the Apex War that shaped her (and presumably would have given her some motivations other than "Stabbity Stab; Ruidusborn").

Ultimately, though, the flaws of Campaign 3 are not any specific story element. They are the following two things and two things alone, both of which feed off each other in a vicious cycle.

Bells Hells did not know much about anything and did not particularly work to remedy this fact, and when faced with a plot for which the players were grossly unprepared, endlessly spun their wheels in pointless debates rather than making decisions or taking action.

Matt had a very specific plot in mind with very specific beats to hit and when the characters consistently failed to hit them, sort of didn't do anything to properly course correct and give the party clear guidance.

As a result we ended up with indecisive and incurious characters begging the world to give them any sort of answer instead of making any sort of interesting choices or bold move because they were so terrified to be wrong or bad that they ended up being something worse for fictional characters: dull and annoying; and a DM who either didn't see their listless flailing and throw them a rope, or who threw them multiple ropes with no guidance leading to a Buridan's Ass situation. Analysis paralysis in individual D&D characters can be interesting (Keyleth) but unexamined analysis paralysis in an entire party is a worse trait than being murderhobos, who might at least be fun to watch, and so, there we are.

Anyone blaming specific plot elements and not "the party was a bunch of people who didn't know shit about dick and no one was willing to seize the reins and say We're Going Here, and Matt didn't intervene" has a weird axe to grind. It's characters poorly suited for the story and DMing that didn't help shape them into something better suited. That's it. The Mighty Nein would have been a better party for this plot (assuming a similar first 10-20 episodes as C2 had, anyway) in that they were motivated people who made their own choices, but Vox Machina, with no ties to Ludinus whatsoever, would also have been better for the same reason. The Bad Kids from Fantasy High would have been better. Your average suburban book club who has one member who is really on top of picking books and emailing people would have been better. It's not that Ludinus was the wrong villain; it's that Bells Hells was an exceptionally and uniquely bad party for this story.

(I do think Ludinus's ending is dumb, but most of the flaws he had during the campaign can be chalked up to "a better party wouldn't have let him talk so much and he wouldn't have worn out his welcome so hard.")

[ruinix]

can dark quinn fuck reader while she's asleep?

Lovely, hey there. So. Um.. dark!quinn...just a lil thot, okay? 😶‍🌫️🫣 First, lil confession, I wanna be claimed just like that y'know. Yes, I am a whore. Anyway...this is more of a ramble. My head is a mess. Also...don't ask if it's gotten too long. This did not happen.

Don't come for me. This is truly dark. You've been warned.

Whore thoughts. Dark. Deranged behavior. Somnophilia. Non-con. Drugging. Manipulation. This is dark, y'all. Dark. Dark!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

You were always a heavy sleeper. Sure, you had troubles sleeping, but once you were out, you were out. Quinn knew that. He would be a bad boyfriend if he didn't.

Afterall, he was the one who always woke up first for his early practice, the one who tried to pry your vice-like grip every time, the one who tried banging the cabinets during the morning to make sure, to constantly test your sleep. The one who touched your pussy through your panties until your arousal slicked it, until soft moans escaped your lips.

Then came the problem. You would rouse, stirring then slowly wake up, before he could make you come, before he can further his debauchery. Fucking always.

You would be so confused, too sleep drunk, too innocent that you would just assume Quinn's cuddling you.

Even for so long, you never put two and two together. Not a clue with his touches. With his lack of care that he never asked for your consent through these acts. Well, why would he need such a thing when he owned you? Every single fiber of your being was his.

Your body that could no longer reach the heights of an orgasm without his touch. The amount of times you came running towards him with tears of frustration in your eyes because no matter what you do--no matter what toy or technique--you couldn't come. The amount of times you called him whining while he was on a road trip because you got so horny yet you couldn't do a single fucking thing to help yourself.

Your mind that couldn't choose anything for yourself. Always seeking his opinion. Before, you would just go out with your friends whenever you like. Now, you preferred staying home just because Quinn planted seeds of doubt about your friends not being good for you, about them only using you because of how sweet you were, which were all not false. They were using you to get to him. You were so naive to see through their elaborate trap, so Quinn easily manipulated the circumstances that you had to break off the friendships. You didn't need them anyway. Not when you have him.

Not all of your friends were using you though. Some were good. Too good, too fucking nosy, trying to get you to see how twisted he was. Quinn can't have that so he got rid of them too. Threats. Blackmail. He did it all, making you think they just dropped you, which made you all the more needy for his company.

Your soul that sang with his. So bright and innocent when you stared at hum like he hung the moon. So adorable when he fucked you so hard that he left you sore for days with bruises painting your neck, your hips, your thighs, and everywhere else. Still, you looked at him with heart-shaped eyes.

You've been such a perfect girl to love, fuck, and manipulate. So perfect, really. Except you kept waking up when it was about to be more interesting. When he was about to consume you in a different fucking level. When all he wanted was for you to come around him while you were still in dream-fucking-land. Was that too much of an ask?

So Quinn moved.

He took his time researching things that would keep you asleep. He acted like a damned insomniac, going to a shrink and telling him he needed something to help him sleep, expertly twisting the truth, emphasizing he needed something to get him to sleep throughout the night. It was so easy. One trip to the pharmacy, he got his prescription along with bottles of melatonin and magnesium.

Getting you to drink the supplements was simple. Your eyes were twinkling as you take it as him being concerned with you. You happily take them. No questions. Not a single doubt or concern. You just take and take. Everything he gave you.

Quinn was always patient. Always bidding his time. He won't use his supposed prescription yet. Touching and testing if the supplements were enough. They were not. Therefore, he used them, telling you he saw a better additional supplement.

He waited and waited for your protest, even a question on what the fuck it is because one would normally ask, but alas, you said:

"Okay."

Then you grinned at him with such innocence that Quinn wondered how on earth did you survive this cruel world. No matter. He was here to keep you safe from anything else but him. He loved the pureness you offer. So pure that he must corrupt.

He watched. Within minutes, you were out like a light. Your body was in a supine position under the blankets, your chest moving with your every breath. Like a princess. His very own sleeping beauty.

One tug, the sheets were off. He could see the goosebumps on your skin, your nipples hardening under your silk night gown. He ran his hands over your thighs, spreading them, pushing the fabric up and up and up, exposing your lace panties. Slowly, he touches your clothed pussy, feeling along your folds, teasing your clit down to your entrance and back up.

Soft. You were so soft and getting so drenched. The need to smell you overtook him, not giving a shit anymore if the drug would actually keep you asleep. He just hooked one thigh over his shoulder, pressing his nose on your pussy and smelled you feminine musk. So divine as he started to lick over the lace.

Just one taste and he lost it. Like a feral beast who had not eaten for days, he licked and sucked and nipped, almost laughing as he heard your little whines, preening at how your hips jerked so slightly. Then he stared right at your face, waiting for you to wake but you didn't. Fuck yes.

He could barely think straight anymore. He tore your panties, slapping his cock against your quivering pussy, rubbing himself on you until he was coated by your arousal as his pre-cum dripped down his length. The way your thighs twitched, your eyebrows frowning, your barely there 'hmmm'. Everything etched in his brain. As he slowly sank his cock into your pulsing heat.

He fucked you slowly. Every thrust was full and deep. Your tits moved, bouncing, luring him in for a taste, so he indulged. Using his teeth to tug the neckline of your nightgown then he sucked your pebbled peak. One by one. he could feel your walls spasming for a mini orgasm. So adorable.

Your troubled moans filled his brain. He could basically feel your body trying to wake up, could feel the dream your mind was showing you. He was also fucking you in your dream, wasn't he? How hard was he going? Were the pathetic sounds coming out of you supposed to be your pleas to fuck you harder?

He supposed they were. What else could they be? You were always such a slut. It must be maddening for you not to get what you wanted.

"I know, my love. I know," he whispered in your ear, groaning when your pussy squeezed so tight around him that he almost came. "Let's take our time, okay? Fuck. We got the whole night."

It didn't matter to Quinn if he had to wake up for a morning skate. He would take his fucking time. He was already so fucking confident that his team would win. They always seemed to win whenever he touched you during your sleep. Now that he was fucking you, maybe it could be an easy victory. Fuck, he hoped it would be. Even if they lose, there was no way he wouldn't do this again.

Languidly, his rolled his hips as his hands gripped your hips wider, opening you up.

Then he started to get rougher. His hips bucking into you to claim you brutally. He wanted you to be so confused why you're so sore in the morning, wanted you to feel so horrified about the new kiss marks he was leaving all over your chest, your collarbone, your neck. He wanted to see you panic when you see the handprint bruises on your thighs.

Those images of you all rattled and horrified filled his mind. He couldn't stop smiling as he pressed down your lower abdomen, his thumb softly rubbing circles around your clit until you come so hard, your lips parting, yet you didn't wake up. He kept whispering praises into your ear, chuckling at the little sniffles coming out of you because he wouldn't stop his thrusts, wouldn't stop playing with your sensitive clit.

"Give me another one, my Love. Just one. Then we'll stop," he teased into your lips, kissing you without care even if you didn't kiss back. It was exactly how he wanted. Just you in the palm of his hands. Just you being fucked by him because he could. Just like his very own sex toy. "I promise."

He lied and lied and lied.

He wouldn't stop.

Why would he?

He could only grip your skin, short nails digging into your tender flesh. When you came again, he did too, spurting deep into your pussy, kissing and licking your neck, praising you over and over again. He took his time to recover. Then he would do again and again. The same fucking lie would escape his lips.

His sweat would drip down your sweaty body. His cum would be pooling under your ass. Your pussy would be red and raw from overuse. Your skin would be marked by bruises already darkening, reddening. He would be so greedy at the sight of you not waking up. Totally under his mercy. The night wouldn't be over yet he was already planning the next time to do this.

He tried to stop at least. He was getting too exhausted after a couple of hours of partaking you. Hell, he almost fainted after he came so hard, but he couldn't. He needed more and more. He could only turn you both sideways, lazily fucking into you. His cum would already become too watery, too diluted, too spent.

He would only stop when he could no longer give you anything. Still, he couldn't be satiated. He would crawl down your body to start cleaning you with his tongue. Tasting the mix of your cum and his. Smelling what he has done. It was all so divine.

He did his best with the clean up. He replaced your nightgown and panties, wiped away the sweat. Even managed to change the fucking sheets with his shaky legs.

After tucking you in with his arms around you, he passed out. Only to wake up the next fucking hour. It was time to fucking work. Work he did, grinning and laughing to himself when you called midday, sobbing because your body fucking ached.

Sorry. This is nothing but a figment of your imagination, i fear. I didn't write this. The parasites in my head did. They were having a protest because I was reading an extremely wholesome romance fantasy book. They needed something dark so they took over my keyboard. 🤧😔

-> more thoughts? List.

[furinfry]

You have helped me before to understand Sakura better thanks 🙏.

1_ can you tell me how Sakura get money to buy some stuff like the plushie for kiryu?

2_ The way he was impressed by the beach 😭😭😭.... this child's isolation is heartbreaking. Do you have theories about his past?

HAHA, well unfortunately for the first one the only thing I could guess is maybe it ties into how he can pay for the rundown apartment he's living in. Clearly Sakura has some sort of source on income, but so far we can only theorize about what that is. Either he has his bio family sending him enough cash to keep him at this town by himself so he doesn't cause trouble for them wherever it is they live, or he's getting funds from some child services organization would be my best guess.

Which is kind of the same towards what my theories are for his past.

I can only go off of what pieces we've seen so far. I personally think Sakura's biological parents are dead, as both theories I have involve him being an orphan, but it is technically possible that his bio-parents were amongst the people in his past that were just really shitty to him.

Having watched the first season of the anime first, I had believed that Sakura's past was probably that he was an orphan and has been kind of passed between foster families his whole life, and has always kind of had to deal with the same negative reactions and treatment from all these different people his whole life. But, going through the manga now I think the interesting thing to note about the few panels where we see actual flashbacks from Sakura's past so far is that it is the same three people shown.

Now of course, this could just mean that those people were his foster family (or technically it could also be his immediate biological family but given the trends and themes in Wind Breaker I think that's less likely), or the theory I personally feels like the best fit- I think those people are a part of Sakura's extended family. Though it could just be the words the author happened to choose or translation, Sakura says he's lived this was for a 'very long time' - but not since he was born. There was likely something that happened to him when he was young that then he was brought to be looked after by his aunt and uncle. Up until coming to Makochi he probably lived out in that shed, not even invited in to share meals with those three people. Whether they are extended family or his foster family, we've already seen how Sakura's had to live feeling completely isolated and denied any positive interaction or connection with people. It was abuse. And neglect/abuse (especially assuming this was *years* of Sakura's life) will have such a deep effect on a person, and it's extremely hard to move on or heal from.

[waitingandwishing]

Hi wish!! If u arent too busy i was wondering if u could do sbg x a reader whos pretty popular in school comes from a well off family kinda like aidens and seems pretty intimidating at first but turns out to be really sweet and a considerate person?

-> context: reader is pretty chill

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings/tags: female reader, reader has sort of a resting bitch face

ASHLYNN

She thought you were... Arrogant at first. You walked around like you owned the place. Everyone watched you, stepping out of the way like it’s natural. She guessed it must've been nice. Expensive clothes, perfect posture. You're too polished. Too quiet. Kind of intimidating with that really serious face you had on almost every class, 24/7. She couldn't imagine you ever having a bad day (Even though you sort of looked like you did) or a real conversation.

But then, she saw... More. During Savannah, you had given her ear plugs when she had winced at the loud sounds in the house, you had trusted her and listened to her even when Tyler didn't in that motel room. You didn't understand her but trusted her even when she was a complete stranger.

She remembered your name, too. That shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Ashlynn noticed how soft your eyes got when someone talked about their day. Or how you slowed down your steps when she or Logan was walking behind. You’re still too shiny, too well-put-together. But... That’s not all you are.

You sat next to her at lunch when everyone in the group was busy with extracurriculars and said she looked lonely. Ashlynn told you she wasn’t. You didn’t believe her, but didn’t push about it either. You ate your sandwich and asked if she liked old music. Ashlynn said something sarcastic and you laughed. Not just with your mouth but with your eyes too. She didn’t know she liked that look on you. And now she kept thinking about it. About you.

AIDEN:

At first Aiden pegged you as one of those types. Another polished rich kid with a perfect smile and a reputation built on image. Probably boring. Probably soft. You were kind of scary too with that face of yours. But you didn’t flinch when he pushed boundaries. You didn’t show off, but you didn’t back down either. That quiet confidence? It wasn’t fake. And that smile? Yeah, there was something real behind it. Sweet, even. Unexpected.

He then noticed the way you listened when people talked. Really listened. The way you helped someone without making a scene about it. The way your eyes softened when you thought no one was watching. You didn’t chase thrills like he did, but you weren’t afraid of them either.

Suddenly, you weren’t just “the pretty, popular one.” You were someone real, someone surprising, someone Aiden wanted to know more about! You didn’t chase thrills like he did, but you weren’t afraid of them either.

It didn’t hit all at once. It crept in between moments, like the way his stomach flipped when you laughed, or how e started looking for you in a room without meaning to. And maybe the worst part? You weren’t trying to impress him. You weren’t even trying to change him. You just saw the real him and didn’t look away. That’s when Aiden knew. Not because his heart raced, but because it finally didn’t have to.

LOGAN:

He noticed you before you even spoke. Everyone did. You carried yourself like you belonged. To everyone, including him, you were untouchable. Too cool, too pretty, too everything. The kind of person he'd admire from a distance and never speak to unless absolutely necessary. Not because you were mean, just because you were intimidating. Like getting too close might burn a little.

Logan assumed you’d be like everyone else in that crowd. Popular and politely indifferent. But then you had confronted Barron when he had been harassing him for his homework answers and asked how his project was going with actual interest.

That’s when things got worse. Or better. Because now he couldn’t just write you off as some unreachable stereotype. Now you were real. Kind. Thoughtful. Still intimidating, sure, but you had been... Nice. And genuine. He could get behind that.

You had helped patch him up after that phantom gave him a nasty scrape across his torso. Logan couldn't help but go pink when your hands gently traced along his torso to help him. You were so kind, and so... Attractive? You went from “intimidating and way out of my league” to “oh no, I like them” in the span of a few heartbeats. Every time you talked to him, even just a “hi” or a casual glance, he short-circuited a little. Practiced lines? Gone. Coolness? Nonexistent.

TAYLOR

To Taylor, you looked… Sharp. Put-together. Maybe a little cold. Like someone who had it all figured out and didn’t need anyone else to slow them down. It wasn’t like she thought you were mean. Just… Distant. The kind of person she wasn't sure she were allowed to talk to. Like saying the wrong thing would make you turn away.

The more time she spent with you, the more the edges around you softened. She noticed how you checked in with people without making a big deal of it, how you always seemed to know when someone needed a moment of peace, a distraction, a laugh.

You weren’t intimidating to her now, you were someone she admired, respected… Similar to her brother but not in a loud, overwhelming way. Just in that quiet, steady way. She liked that, she liked how powerful you were with your kindness.

Everything was a blur for the whole group. Shouting, blood. Tyler, pale and still. Taylor tried to hold it together. For him. For her mom. But her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and her chest felt like it was caving in. Taylor never really had anyone really listen to her. She didn't want to burden Tyler, or bother her mom, so when you simply let her cry on your shoulder she didn't know what to do but know that she loved you.

TYLER

He saw you across the hall, surrounded by people, laughing like you owned the place. Great. Another one. You looked like the type who had it all, nice clothes, good grades, effortless charm. Probably used to people bending over backwards just to stay in your orbit. It annoyed him, it got under his skin.

At first, Tyler didn’t want to admit it. It didn’t fit with the image he had in his head. The cool, untouchable, perfect you. The more he saw, the more it messed with his brain. You didn’t need to act all sweet and innocent. You didn’t need anyone’s validation. You just… were.

Maybe it was the way you smiled at people, how you actually listened to what others said. It drove him nuts, because now he didn’t know what to think. Maybe you weren’t so intimidating. Maybe you were… Kind. Sweet, even. That, he couldn’t wrap his head around. You, sweet?

Honestly he hated you. Every time he saw you do something sweet, something thoughtful, something that wasn’t for the benefit of your “perfect” image, it made his chest tighten. It didn’t help that Tyler found himself watching you more than they should. He'd catch himself staring at you when you weren’t looking, studying the way you smiled at people, the way your voice softened when you were being kind. And damn it, it was messing with him. You were everything he thought he didn’t want, and yet, suddenly, everything he wanted. You were sweet. And he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

BEN

At first, you seemed like the kind of person who didn’t need anyone else. The kind of person who could fill a room without saying a word, whose every move was sharp and composed. You were intimidating, like you lived in a world Ben wasn't invited to.

Of course, he had his suspicions based on stereotypes and his past. Were you a bully? He wasn't sure. But those thoughts soon evaporated when he saw you defending Logan from Barron. He had smiled to himself then. It was nice to see someone with as much power as you did at this school stand up to an asshole like him.

Still, there was a hesitation. He didn’t know how to break through your walls, how to reach you when he couldn’t even speak. It's never stopped him before, but Ben could only watch from afar, silently hoping you’d notice him. Maybe even see him the way he sort of saw you. Someone who understood how to exist in the quiet, the kind of person who could connect without saying a word.

The way you smiled, the way your eyes softened when you helped someone without hesitation, the way you seemed to see people, not just the surface. It was a strange kind of affection, Ben couldn’t find the words to explain it. But every time you walked past him, it felt like their heart fluttered in a way that music couldn’t capture. He didn’t know if you saw him the way he saw you. He didn’t know if you’d ever understand, if you’d ever see past the silence to what they truly felt. But he couldn’t help it. He liked you. He really liked you.

[k1k00sss]

So I was making a list of reasons why I think Nico might be autistic. It's not finished yet but here's all the reasons I got do far:

He fidgets a lot. But it just might be because he has ADHD like most demigods.

Special interests. He was obsessed with mythomagic and mentioned he used to really like pirates.

He tends to speak too formal sometimes when it's not needed.

He huffs/scowls a lot. I noticed that in myself and other autistic people too

He doesn't really get social cues

He doesn't get sarcasm. I remember there was that one scene in House of Hades, i think? (Or it might've been Blood of Olympus, not sure) Where he talked with Hades and made a joke which the latter didn't get and later Hades made the same joke and Nico didn't understand whether he's serious or not.

Aversion to touch. While it might aswell just be because of everything he's been through I still think it's worth to mention.

Eating disorder. Once again, it can be only because of his trauma but autism can often go along with an ED.

This might just be a continuation to the previous point but every time we see him eat something it's usually fruits so he might have safe foods.

Problems with grieving. What I mean is he found it really difficult to accept that Jason is dead, it was mentioned in TSATS that he couldn't even get himself to cry.

He calls Percy a friend multiple times in TSATS even though they actually weren't friends. Their whole relationship is mostly built on Percy feeling bad for him and Bianca's death.

That one scene where Jason's glasses were slightly crooked and he had to resist the urge to correct them

He has that off vibe around him. Might just be because he's a son of Hades and not from this century though.

He had a happy dance in Titan's Curse lol (page 28 if someone's curious)

There was that one scene in Tower of Nero where Nico, Will, Lester and Meg went to Rachel and Nico did that thing with tracing the air where strokes were on Rachel's painting. He also seemed to be pretty fascinated by her art (pages 121 and 123)

He has a really good memory. Like when he could remember what expansion deck a mythomagic card was in House of Hades even though he hasn't played it for almost three years.

He observes people a lot and seems to be really good at reading them.

Every time he jokes no one laughs for some reason or people just don't realize he's joking

There's definitely more but that's it so far

[miniminttea]

I think it's interesting how Kai was almost considering getting the fang blade instead of Lloyd.

How he had a similar belief with Zane's sacrifice in Rebooted.

How he was so obsessed with being the green ninja that when the staff of elements currupted him, that's what it brought up.

Then after all this time of still having a hang up on being the green ninja (even though he's obviously not in the same place as season one) he sees the most awful possible version of what he could have been. He saw someone who was obsessed with being the green ninja hurt him in a way no one else had.

Looking back on how he acted while holding the staff of elements, I wonder if he truly feared he could still do something to hurt his brother. One of the most important people in his life besides Nya.

I think the thought of that tore at him a lot.

I think hearing his parents had been traitors actually hurt him because he feared that he too could become one of one too many things went wrong. I wonder if he scared himself with the suggestion that they keep their powers instead of saving Lloyd. Fighting between his attempt at logic and protecting the city, and his love for his brother who he didn't want to suffer more than he might if they couldn't stop Garmadon.

Do you think in SotFS he worried he could turn bitter and vengeful without his powers. Do you think he feared for how he could get his family hurt by being a weak link?

Did he hate himself for not being able to do more in seabound? For not getting over his "stupid" fear of water and just helping his sister before it was too late?

Do you think Kai feared they were becoming the villians when they saved Nya with Aspheera's help? Do you think he fought with the fact that he didn't care if it was for Nya. Do you think that being his logic made him feel even worse? What would he do in the name of his family if he had to?

Do you think he always hated that being good seemed to come so naturally to others while he had to make that choice constantly?

Did he feel worse because Lloyd faced the horrors of life and never once seemed to falter in his path of good.

Did he see that he fought to be a hero and think that made him a villian?

Idk maybe I'm just rambling idk what I'm saying.

Think I just blacked out but whatever

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

50s au disaster montrada with a side of polycule from hell

song: hot dog! that made him mad by wanda jackson

[YAPPING BELOW]

so y'all seemed to like lavender marriages so here's some elaboration on everyone's favourite distaster 'straights': montrada!

they're married. maybe ada still had a thing with tamerlane, but monty played knight in shining armour and saved her from that nightmare by giving her another one. how kind of him.

monty's very very not interested in ada, if he has romantic interest in women at all (still toying around with a few ideas). he has... something? with will? something vaguely not straight but it's undefined. situationship, basically. monty cannot for the life of him figure out what it is he wants, and will's been suffering from that probably since they were teenagers (yes, childhood friends willtresor. they weren't really 'friends' until hs but i imagine they grew up in the same town).

i'm still unsure on what EXACTLY i want to do with ada. after a bit of thinking i'm probably not going to give her a romance but i want her to start exploring her platonic relationships more. especially with morella, annabel, and prospero. ada definitely had that 'girls and boys can't just be friends' thing ingrained in her, so it'd be fun to see her realize she really doesn't want anything more with prospero. being friends with morella could help her self-esteem and self-respect tons. properly befriending annabel, maybe finding out she's gay, could be an interesting awakening. same for finding out prospero's aro. possibilities possibilitiesss.

idk how many of y'all have watched challengers but i imagine the relationship is sorta similar: married couple, the husband's weird vaguely gay Thing who also is occasionally with the wife (queerplatonic willada fwb willada. willada—)

though that DOES imply willada are exes.

...wait.

[unforth]

crossposting this from the cnovels community on Dreamwidth.

I was wondering, where do y'all buy physical books in Chinese? My preferred source recently disappeared, and I'm hoping to find something more affordable than sources I've used before. I'm in the US, but I figure that as long as people say where they are when they answer, a post like this could make a decent resource for those of us interested in purchasing physical volumes in Chinese. We can use whichever parts are relevant to our own purchasing needs/desires?

Places I've used (in no particular order):

Heartbeat Anime: this was my preferred source, but they've disappeared. I noticed they were gone right after the US tariffs were announced, though I don't know if that's why. Link is to their defunct website.

Koon Books: has been solid and reliable for me, but shipping costs are extremely high.

Books TW: Taiwanese bookstore. Shipping is high, and I'm not always sure how to tell what's in traditional vs. what's in simplified (and I'm not ready to really tackling learning traditional yet, though I've been starting a little as I'm in a group where people use both).

Shandian GO: a Canada-based group order that I've used a lot, but they're more merchandise focused. ( @shandian-go on Tumblr)

Taobao: not linking specific shops because I can't get it to work right on my computer without a VPN. Using Taobao from a US ISP has always been challenging and now it's even harder; when I've ordered from them, I had a friend in Beijing order the books and they were shipped to her, then I paid her back and she brought them to me next time she was in the US.

Kinokuniya: I've never ordered online from them; I shop at their physical store in New York City. Obviously they're Japanese-book focused, but they've been branching out; I was able to get the TGCF art book from them, and they carry the TGCF manhua in Chinese as well. I'm hoping they'll keep adding more. They have way more books in Chinese on their webpage than they do in store. Not sure how much is traditional vs. simplified; the text on their webpage is traditional Eastern Book Store NYC: again, I've never used their website; I go to their physical store when I'm in New York City. They definitely have things in-store that aren't on their webpage (like, I just checked priest - their website has Zhenhun but not Youfei, which I've seen while there.)

Via Lactea: sort of cheating, in that this is a Canada-based publisher who print books in Chinese, so the only books they have are the ones they publish. I've also gotten everything they've published in English.

Amiami: I've not ordered books from them, but they do carry at least a few books in Chinese I think? I've used them for merch as well.

From all of the above, my orders have always gone well and I've received virtually everything I've bought, except for one instance where Customs impounded a shipment that included some ShandianGO stuff (they weren't the target of the impound but were packaged in the same bulk shipment). Places tend to package really well, and shipping costs tend to range from "high" to "ludicrous." I'm happy to say more about my own experiences if anyone would like more info about any of the above.

Where have you ordered from, and how have things gone?

[chahaezii]

Guys hear me out.

Jinwoo x Valorant AU. + Reader ofc

Jinwoo's parents are dead due to the "First Light" incident. He somehow survived but got turned into a classified Radiant.

First Light was a global event around 2039 that unleashed Radianite, a powerful new energy source. It caused weird phenomena and led to the rise of Radiants, people with powers. A shady mega corporation, Kingdom, tried to control it all. To fight the chaos (and some parallel Earth stuff like Omega and Alpha), the Valorant Protocol was formed.

Chapter 1 ; Strange guy, Strange feelings.

It's been awhile since a new agent arrived in the protocol. Ever since they've recruited You, a new sentinal, no one seems to have much interest in finding a new recruit. That is, until a strange guy caught Iso's eye.

“Hey, guys. I know the protocol has been quiet lately, but, I think I have someone in mind.” Iso seemed serious as usual, though he does seem a little nervous this time around. You weren't sure if the others noticed it but you sure did. It piqued your interest however.

“Someone in mind? Introduce us! I've been needing a new friend to binge cooking shows with me!” Clove, the mischievous immortal, joked in response. Most of the others that were there started talking to each other about who it could be and what skill they would possess. Even you started wondering about it yourself. It's only been 4 months since you joined VP, but you already blend in with the others really well.

“Well, should we tell Brim about this first? You should tell him all the details you have about this person first, then maybe we could make our decisions.” Vyse had a good point, you thought. I mean, Brim is the leader anyways, he should know first. We'll follow his lead whether it be to recruit them or not. But you really do wish to see this person face-to-face. You need to know what's so interesting about this person that you could sense Iso's emotion, especially him being nervous. Not something that Iso would show.

A couple days went by and Brim reported back to us about the new recruitment. He agreed to try and recruit the person that Iso was talking about. The mission will be led by Iso, followed by Clove, Omen, Gekko and You. This is your first recruitment mission, so you were a little anxious.

You and the others arrived at the given location, immediately getting off the plane and following the already laid out plan by Iso. You set your traps and wait till Iso gives commands.

However, things didn't exactly go the way it's intended. Your traps were somehow seen and destroyed. In an immediate response, you threw your grenade out, giving a quick flash. You ran to another spot nearby, not wanting to give your positions away. Iso used his comms, “Hey, is everything good there? I saw your flash.” You know if you say anything right now, it might be a dead giveaway. You stayed quiet for a moment before silently whispering in your comms, “I think he's here.”

“Got it. Me and Gekko will switch positions.” Iso immediately took action. Though, it was a little too late for that. You felt a swing passed by and you were now in the hands of the "new recruit". You couldn't properly speak as his hands had a tight grip on your neck.

“Who are you? Why are you spying on me.” He spoke, his voice was low. You could tell this guy is powerful just by how much aura you were sensing, coming alone from just him. “I-I can't.. s-speak..” You plead, if he holds you like this any longer, you might just pass out. He lets his grip soften slightly, not letting you fully go but just enough where you're able to breath and speak properly. “Explain.” He demanded, cold and monotoned. You immediately explained how you're just a mere agent trying to talk to him, trying to recruit him in Valorant Protocol. How you guys had a big interest in him and his skills, how useful they are in battles and such.

Just as you were explaining, Omen came to check in on you just to find you being held by someone. He immediately uses his blind and teleport behind the person holding you. He held a gun to the person's head. “Let her go, we just want to talk. No need to get violent.” Omen sounds threatening, but you know he means his words. There is no reason to be fighting when you're only trying to talk.

As the blind loses its effects, he responded as he lets you go entirely. “Alright. Though, your little teammate here was already in the middle of explaining that to me.” Iso, Gekko and Clove all came to the spot that you last gave comms at. Gekko and Clove were quite surprised to see such a scene playing in front of their eyes, though Iso already expected something like this to happen.

“We meet again, Sung Jinwoo.” Iso walks over to him slowly, not wanting to make it seem like he has any ill intention. “Sorry that it had to come to this, but we're really just here to talk this out with you!” Clove exclaimed, they felt a little bad that Jinwoo needed to be locked in place with a gun to his head. After a couple of moments went by, all of you had finished taking turns in interrogating Jinwoo and convincing him to join. Jinwoo agreed to check the Valorant Headquarters first, though he was a little doubtful.

As he arrived, almost everyone was there to greet him warmly. They started talking to Jinwoo for a bit, even if Jinwoo isn't much of a talker. You stared at Jinwoo from afar, you didn't know why but you just couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't even notice that you were smiling as you kept your gaze locked onto him.

“You really like that new guy or something?” Jett playfully teased, she noticed how you were smiling and staring in silent. She couldn't help but tease you for it. “What? N-No! I just want to.. uhm–” Jett laughed as you stuttered, trying to explain yourself. “It's alright Y/N, I won't snitch if you get me some kimbab later!” You sighed and nodded, you know how much of a trouble Jett could be sometimes but you let her be. She's one year older than you, which makes you feel obligated to respect her even if she's being quite a troublemaker.

A couple days passed by before Jinwoo officially made the decision to join Valorant. He stated that there isn't any reason for him to not join, after all, it's for his own good and the others. Protecting what's left for him to care about since his family are gone. He thought, maybe, if he stays he'd get a new purpose. A new family.

Brim had assigned you to help Jinwoo with the tour and guides. You happily accepted your role in helping Jinwoo. You showed him around the HQ, his room, the training field and even taught him everything you knew about the Omega Earth. (Currently, you guys are on Alpha Earth. The ORIGINAL earth)

It was quite awkward at first, you wanted to talk casually with him but you couldn't stop feeling so nervous. You caught Jinwoo stealing glances at you from time to time, but you didn't think too much about it. After you finished your tour, you dropped Jinwoo off by his room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You froze for a second, unsure why you felt like dozens of butterflies running free in your stomach. You gently smiled at him, “Goodnight to you too, Jinwoo.”

The next day, you decided to go to the training field and fought some bots. Usually there would be Yoru and Phoenix hanging around here betting on who would win, but thankfully today, they were on a mission. Which gives you plenty of time to train without distractions.

At least, that's what you thought of. You lost your focus immediately as you sensed someone stepping in the waiting room. A purple trail of aura could be seen, it was definitely Jinwoo. You almost lost to the bot if it weren't your traps that saved you. You killed the leftovers before heading to the waiting room that Jinwoo is in. “Nice skills you have there. Is that why they call you 'The Clutcher' ?” He sounded genuine but it was quite hard to tell with his cold expression and body language. “Thanks and I uh, I guess so? Though, it's quite a silly nickname.” You nervously chuckled, you didn't know why but everytime you see Jinwoo or talk to him, your heart races. You didn't want it to distract you from your missions, so you try to ignore it.

Was it important? Sooner or later, those feelings will definitely catch up to you. But for now, it's just a strange feeling.

You talked with Jinwoo about the protocol and your experiences with it so far. You enjoy talking to him, he's a good listener and responder. You guys shared some similar experiences and interests. At first, Jinwoo wasn't much of an open person, but slowly, he talks more to you. He even invited you to train together, wanting to build teamwork skills with you.

You could tell that Jinwoo is very experienced with handling battles. Just how he hits all his shots without breaking a sweat, how he manages his ability usage and how easily he defeats the bots. Especially defeating Maxbot. That definitely caught you by surprise, no one has been able to defeat Maxbot alone and yet somehow Jinwoo did it with ease.

“You're an absolute god! You're killing it out here, Jinwoo!” Excitedly, you exclaimed. Just watching Jinwoo fight out in the training field was already so thrilling. You couldn't wait to see him fight on the battlefield, alongside you and the others.

“Ah, you're giving me too much credit. It's nothing too hard.” Jinwoo seemed humble, he doesn't want to admit just how strong he truly is, or maybe he doesn't understand just how strong Maxbot is compared to the other agents, making it quite the achievement to be able to beat him in a solo match. He could tell you were thrilled to see him fight, he enjoyed your reaction. He found it amusing and frankly, quite adorable.

You both bonded more over lunch time. Talking about more casual things, favorite music, foods, drinks, etc. You both did share a similar taste, making it much more of a fun conversation. As you both exchanged some casual information about each other, Yoru came by to sit down at your table with Jinwoo.

“My god Yoru, what is it now?” You annoyingly sighed upon his arrival. He sat down right next to Jinwoo, taking his signature butterfly comb out to fix his hair. He smirked slightly, looking back and forth between me and Jinwoo before opening his mouth.

“Nothing. Just wanted to join in the very fun conversation you guys were in.” Yoru is clearly trying to annoy you. This is definitely because of Jett. You immediately suspected it was her doing. “It was nothing interesting. Just us talking about what we share in common.” Jinwoo assured Yoru. Jinwoo didn't exactly want any attention to be drawn to him or you. He could tell that you were clearly annoyed by Yoru's presence.

“Hm, if you say so. I'll be leaving then.” Yoru got up, pat Jinwoo's back and left just like that. Walking away as he swings his comb around, playing with it.

“Sorry about that, Yoru has always been quite—annoying.” You sighed once more as you sipped on your drink. “Hey it's alright, don't let his presence ruin your mood.” Jinwoo seemed genuine, his gaze softening ever so slightly towards you. You didn't break eye contact with him for a moment, letting his gaze linger around you. That is, until you snapped out of it. “Ah, yeah, you're right.” You spoke, trying your hardest to hide the fact that you enjoyed his gaze. How it slightly softened, how his deep blue eyes stared right back at you, how mesmerizing it was to be lost in his gaze.

He let out a relieved sigh before getting up from his seat. “Well, we better go rest for now. We do have a mission coming up tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we should. I'll see you tomorrow then?” You too got up from your seat, wanting to walk your way to each other's room together.

“Mhm, good luck tomorrow, Y/N.”

“You too, Jinwoo. Do your best!”

Note; Crazy crossover but this literally strikes me in the middle of playing my rank up game LOL 😭 I couldn't stop thinking about it so here I am, writing my AU 🥀. Hope y'all like it as much as I do because this is definitely going to be an ongoing series !! It'll take awhile before another part comes out since I do have multiple requests at the moment, so be patient ya! ^.^

Oh and don't be scared to ask me any information about this AU or Valorant in general! I know not everyone play/look into Valorant so I'm more than happy to share my knowledge~

I'm still trying to improve my writing, so excuse any mistakes!