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thetadispatcher · 1 day ago

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Nines felt like he'd been given a compliment, but he wasn't one to accept them about the job he was specifically made to do. He didn't see why others felt the need to do it, to him it was a waste of time and pointless. It would make sense to compliment a unit on doing something they weren't designed to excel at, but that was just another thing humans did that he wouldn't understand.

"Emotions can cloud ones judgement, which leads to killers going free and the innocent behind bars. Even if others frown upon my methods, it doesn't matter as I know it yields the best results." He'd been lectured on his behavior before, called a few rude names even, but he wasn't going to let it change his views.

"It's been easy so far, we should be fine. And we have a plan if anything does happen." John nodded, he felt they'd likely never have to go into hiding, but it was always good to have a plan for everything.

"Of course." The RK900 sat back as he picked his cards up from the table, he wouldn't say no to further annoying the other units at the table. "And maybe you can share what you were thinking about...? I'm going to guess it was related to another human, one you know well?" And maybe the human well he was at it.

Kelvin turned to face her, taking a moment to adjust his stance as he was far more unsteady on his feet then Sixty was. He titled his his head slightly as he watched her sign, his broken LED flickered yellow before it shut off once again.

He nodded and pointed at his name tag, showing he understood most of what she'd said to him. "Yes. Hello." He signed back, pausing a moment then shaking his head to let her know he hadn't understood the last fully.

He glanced at her hand then looked at his own, before he carefully took off the glove covering his hand and retracted his skin. He looked back at her and took her hand, he didn't understand why she wanted to interface with him, but he was willing to let her try.

He accepted the link under the assumption it would be like previous ones where the other unit would try to view his memories, or even speak with him. So he allowed her full access to his memory and opened a line of communication.

Sixty moved to stand near Strasky, he'd watched enough androids link with Kelvin to know they always threw themselves away from him seconds after the link was established. So he knew not to stand too close due to the violent reactions.

Strasky glanced at the RK800 then back to Willow and Kelvin, he didn't have any idea what was going on, and he felt it was best to wait for an explanation due to Sixty's cautious behavior.

"It is a bit of a frustratin' game when it comes to the boss fights, so I can understand how it's not for everyone." Ellis responded as he grabbed a few tools from a nearby workbench.

"If they want it that bad, you could ask Pete to play it well ya watch. Jus' talk with 'im, I'm sure the online folks would enjoy how he rages 'nd stuff." The android stuffed the tools into his pockets after confirming he had what he needed.

"I can feel the veins in my forehead thickenin' was a response I got for askin' 'im how it felt to finally beat a boss he'd been strugglin' with." He paused as another unit piped up. "I liked I wanna lay face down on a radiator, not even victory makes him happy." The unit laughed before returning to their work.

"Then you can enjoy the game without the frustration." He smiled before he got under the car.

"Oh, from what they descried, I'd have to say clutch failure. Likely dusted the friction plate. I'll know when I get a face full of it." He answered as he got to work, and soon he was coughing well he climbed out from under the car.

"Yep, easy fix." He confirmed once the coughing had stopped, wiping the black powder off his face with a dirty rag. "Yeah, don't breathe that shit if you're human, some got asbestos in 'em." He wiped his eyes as they'd started to tear up. "Cleanin' fluid, I'm not actually cryin'." He explained, most humans were concerned when they saw androids start crying since they didn't know that was just how they removed dirt from their eyes.

Well, he couldn't say no to a chance to be obnoxious at somebody else’s expense. Whether it landed didn't really matter. Bishop simply refused to get mad over it, as it'd look pretty pathetic.

"Some detectives would disagree with your statement, but I understand. The greatest minds treasure their solitude."

Though he could appreciate Nines' general demeanor. If there was something Stockman could have done with was the ability to be quiet.

Bishop casually shuffled his cards as he tried picturing the scientist finally shutting the hell up. "Indeed. Keeping a low profile should keep you out of any such talks until the danger has passed. Now, should we play another round?"

Kelvin's arrival didn't go unnoticed and soon enough, Willow was walking up to him, a plushie in her hand as she made sure to catch his attention. Her pink hair was hard to miss and even then, she was carrying an item related to the current task that definitely couldn't be ignored.

"Hello, Kelvin. My name is Willow." she signed, as it felt polite to try that first, then held out her hand so she could attempt establishing a connection.

"Oh yeah, the music's great." Rook agreed, "I haven't played Hollow Knight yet. My stream chat keeps saying I should, but I feel like they just want to watch me swear at cute cartoon bugs in funny ways."

She clearly didn't sound thrilled at the idea. Rook watched Ellis get back to work.

"So, what's wrong with this car?"

#kingedbishop

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doppel-doodles · 3 days ago

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That illustration is making me want to slam my head against solid concrete, Art block said no, and I know when to pick my battles so fuck it we ball-

A normal post about Matthew Hallard from Poppy Playtime

I briefly mentioned this in the Jack post, the fact that I didn't think I had anything new or particularly interesting to say on Matthew as I always thought the Fandom had a lot of the bases covered.

But the more I actually thought about him, the more I wanted to talk about one thing in particular:

Let's talk about Doeys tape.

In game we find a vhs tape recorded by Doey, talking about how he almost ditched everyone in favor of running away, ultimately deciding to go back for them instead. It reveals a lot about how he truly feels about the responsibility that has been given to him.

I think it was so important to include this and the reason why is quite simple:

It humanises Matthew for me.

Why I point him out specifically is due to reasons I mentioned in my other analysis, Jack's control is mostly passive, Kevin only really comes to the forefront when he feels like there is a threat to assess or deal with and it has been confirmed that Matthew is the oldest of the children as well as having been a leader of sorts since he was still a human child, so in the tape it's basically him venting.

Which is great as it makes something crystal clear: He is not a perfect saint.

Matthew is a teenager who has been parentified from an incredibly young age, places immense pressure on himself, is suffering from more burnout than a college kid and not to mention the horror that is his current existence and life-

He doesn't WANT this responsibility, he only takes it on because nobody else will or can.

And nobody even thinks to ask him ONCE how HE is doing, no,no it's him who has to do that, he is not allowed to have breaks.

For godness sake he literally tells us in the tape that he is recording it because he feels like he can't talk to anyone about his problems!

The toys- The children having someone like Doey or more accurately Matthew is not a guarantee, it is a privilege but it's a privilege Matthew needs to!

And you rarely ever see kind characters COMPLAIN about having to be kind all the time, truly looking after everyone else drains you, it's exhausting to fulfill the needs of others, more often than not you'll have to put aside your own and when you really pull the shit end of the stick you get more complains then appreciation for your troubles.

It is such a CHORE and I think a character struggling with being so selfless actually can have such a massive impact instead of just being able to handle everything, it's that tiny bit of realism I love.

Despite how exhausted and miserable Matthew was over being stuck in this position in the end he turned back. Because he loves his friends that much, and he should get massive props for that.

And to think he still did so much but didn't think anything he did was good enough is just painful, like no honey you are enough, more than enough-

Also Poppy having once been the leader makes you think that maybe Matthew might have been hurt the most by her disappearing.

Like her leading was the closest thing to a break he ever got- and then she just up and disappears?? And it's all up to him now? Not to mention the concern? The worry??

Boy it speaks volumes that he doesn't seem to display more hostility towards her considering Poppy doesn't even EXPLAIN herself on why she left or why she couldn't come back.

He is even civil in discussing the fact that she demands for them to be okay with being blown up(also correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Poppy also include in her plan that SHE will get to live? If I heard that I would be flabbergasted.) But that's something I should discuss in another post.

For now that is everything I have about my boy, if you want to see what I have to say about other characters here is Kevin annnnnnd Jack, plus some extra stuff on Doey

#doppel rambles #poppy playtime #ppt 4 #ppt doey #poppy playtime fandom #poppy playtime chapter 4 #poppy playtime doey #doey the doughman #matthew hallard #character thoughts #character analysis #poppy playtime character #poppy platime matthew

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mechsangel · 2 days ago

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dating , ft. nagi

i. he's the king of lazy affection

nagi doesn't just like affection—he lives for it

if you're around, expect him to drape himself over you like a weighted blanket

“moving around is too much work... just let me stay like this” (as if you had a choice)

will rest his head in your lap every opportunity. if you play with his hair, he'll melt

if you try to get up, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back down. “five more minutes.” (it's never just five minutes)

ii. minimal effort, maximum love

nagi's love language is low-energy devotion

he won't plan big dates, but he'll casually do things that make you feel special without even realizing it

always saves the best piece of food for you (even if he really wanted it)

holds your hand in his hoodie pocket when it's cold

if you're too tired to carry something, he'll just pick it up for you without question. “it's a hassle for you. s'fine.”

iii. he's clingy in the most low-energy way

nagi always finds a way to be touching you. he leans against you, rests his chin on your shoulder, or just grabs your sleeve while walking

but if you're the one being clingy? he loves it, though he'll pretend he doesn't

“ugh, you're so needy” (proceeds to hold onto you tighter than before)

if you fall asleep next to him, congrats, you're trapped. he will refuse to let go, mumbling, “too comfy... don't leave yet...”

iv. complains about everything—except you

nagi finds almost everything in life a hassle—except when it comes to you

“going out? too much work”

“training? annoying”

“waking up early? ew”

but the second you ask him for something? he actually does it without complaint

“you're lucky i like you”

v. he gets jealous, but he's too lazy to show it… until he's not

at first, nagi acts like he doesn't care if someone flirts with you

“mmm… whatever” (says this but is literally watching from the corner of his eye)

if the person doesn't back of, he'll casually walk up, throw his arm over your shoulder, and rest his entire weight on you

“oi, 's my turn now. go away” (too lazy to argue, so he just physically takes you back)

vi. he's the chillest but most overpowered boyfriend ever

he's insanely good at everything without trying, and it's so annoying sometimes

you ask him to help you with something? boom, he's a natural

“sei... how are you good at this?”

“dunno… just happened” (he's not even trying)

vii. he's secretly the softest boyfriend ever

will pretend to be nonchalant about everything, but his actions scream ‘i love you’

if you're stressed, he'll pull you into his arms and just hold you quietly until you feel better

if you're sick, he literally won't move from your side

“mm… you're warm. i'll stay.”

but if you try to get out of bed, he'll gently tug you back. “you're supposed to be resting. just stay with me.”

viii. he actually gets really soft when he thinks you're asleep

if you pretend to be asleep, you'll hear him mumblings things he'd never say out loud

“you're so nice to me… dunno what i'd do without you”

“wish i didn't have to wake up… 'cause i like it here with you”

if you tease him about it, he will deny everything

ix. if you leave, he will literally be useless without you

if you ever go on a trip without him, he'll text you non-stop complaining about how boring everything is

“when are you coming back?”

“i ran out of snacks. this sucks.”

“sleeping alone is a hassle.” (translation: i miss you)

#🎀 '' mechs writes #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock x male reader #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro x reader

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temporarywelcome · 2 days ago

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Drunk - Leon Kennedy

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Summary: (set not long after the Raccoon City Incident) Leon is busy being sad at the bar, shocked to finally see a familiar face.

CW: alcohol consumption, also written by someone who doesn't know anything about alcohol consumption lol, language, I headcanon Leon did football in high school.

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It was safe to say the life of Leon Kennedy was absolute ass.

His life pretty much just started too, finally graduating the police academy and given the opportunity to live out his dream as a police officer. Which didn’t work out. Big zombie-virus outbreak and all.

Being forced to work for the US government was not on his bucket list. He was honestly ready to move to a small town with a population of, like, a thousand people, and be an officer there. No drama. Just sitting in a police cruiser looking for traffic violations. After everything that happened at Racoon City, he was in need of a boring life.

The US government had different plans.

And he hated it.

So, there he was, at his favorite place ever now since moving to Washington D.C…. this bar filled to the brim with sad bikers and businessmen. A strange mix, but the drunken stories he heard were always interesting. At least, in his own drunken mind.

Tonight, the usual cast was there. Tony, this biker who was always getting into troubles with his ol’ lady (and the mob), Juan, another biker who felt ever so lonely due to never being able to find a woman, and Don, a guy who worked at this tech company who felt bad for constantly cheating on his wife.

Leon did not like Don.

But he took his seat with them, the small group taking turns detailing their woes and despair as they drank their beers. Tony’s ol’ lady wanted him to leave his motorcycle club. Juan had a date who stood him up. Don had gone fifteen days not cheating on his wife, but was getting “urges”.

“Why don’t you just get a divorce already?” Leon had asked gruffly, taking a large swig of his drink, “You obviously don’t like your wife. Let the poor woman go, she deserves better,”

“No no no,” the older man shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. What was left of it. He was beginning to bald, a large patch of hair already long gone. “I love her, I do. I just have to control these urges.”

Weirdo.

Leon bit his tongue. He thought cheaters were scum. He thought Don was scum. But he did not want to lose a drinking buddy. No matter how gross Leon thought this guy was.

Don opened his mouth to say something else, pausing when he very noticeably craned his head past Leon’s shoulder, looking past not just him, but Tony and Juan as well. “Shit. It’s so hard to control myself. That woman is a beauty,”

“Don, are you serious?” Tony rolled his eyes in disgust. Leon was sure none of them really liked this guy. “Is this chronic or something? How the hell-”

As soon as Leon turned his head in curiosity, he wasn’t listening. The bickering of his drinking pals was background noise as his eyes landed on the woman Don was eyeing. The most beautiful woman Leon has ever seen in his twenty-two years of living.

His fucking high school crush.

Y/N. The stereotypical popular girl. A cheerleader who dated this football player. Homecoming and prom queen. Popular, but also incredibly smart and kind and just so perfect. Leon was a football player himself back in high school, and was actually friends with her boyfriend. So he never dared make a move on her. He respected his friend too much.

Last he heard, Y/N and her boyfriend had broken up. Not because of anything malicious, but they were going to different universities and didn’t want to do long distance. Respectable reasoning. Considering how much of a wonderful woman Y/N was, Leon was sure she was seeing someone else right now.

But then… why would she be by herself at a bar?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking straight in front of him. An array of different liquors and bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on shelves. Yes, yes, he will look at that.

“God,” Don groaned dramatically, head going into his hands, “She’s gorgeous,”

“She's too young for you,” Leon interjected immediately, suddenly feeling quite protective over Y/N, as if he were in high school again. The girl he always stared at from across the classroom, across the lunch table, across the street. They were fucking neighbors.

Always being around her, but not being able to have her was complete torture.

“Girls love older men,”

He rolled his eyes, “Not her,”

“How would you know?” Now the older man was getting annoyed, gesturing for the bartender to get him another bottle of beer.

“Um, just a feeling,” Leon took this as a chance to get his third bottle, politely thanking the bartender. “She just doesn’t look like the type-”

“-Leon?”

Ohhhh shit. He didn’t need to turn around to figure out who the owner of that melodic voice was. Who was the owner of that sweet sound he used to hear every day for four years straight. He knew right away.

“Oh!” he tried to play it cool as he turned around to face her, “Y/N! You live in D.C. now?”

Juan was the first of his little friend group to speak, “You know her?” Why did he sound so shocked Leon knew a gorgeous woman? To be fair, Leon did constantly complain about loneliness. The whole point of this little group was to complain about their sad, lonely lives.

“Yeah!” Leon tried to hide his excitement, hide the joy he felt seeing her. Playing cool completely flew out the window as soon as she smiled at him. It was that easy. “We knew each other in high school!”

“It’s so nice to see you, especially right now,” Y/N groaned, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Damn, he didn’t realize how much he needed that. A hug. A familiar face.

Comfort.

“What happened?” his arms went around her waist tightly, bringing her against him. Practically on his lap, but he was feeling rather typsy and didn’t think much of it.

“Ooh, you worked out a lot,” she ignored the question, poking at his bicep, “You’re so much bigger than I remember!” Her words made his cheeks flush red, and she continued: “Oh, and I’m here because I’ve been broken hearted and in need of getting drunk. You?”

“Well, I’m here because I’m incredibly lonely and in need of getting drunk,” With a grin, he stood up, hands still placed boldly on her hips, “How about we get ourselves a table?” He faced his drinking buddies, who were all looking at him in confusion (Tony), sadness (Juan), and jealousy (Don), “I’ll see you guys around,”

Slipping his hands from her hips, one took hold of her own, leading her to an empty table. “Thanks,” she said with a small giggle, taking a seat.

“What would the lady like to drink?”

“Shots,” she replied right away.

And so he got them some shots, sitting across from her. “Together?”

Her eyes brightened, “Okay!” She took a glass in her hand, waiting for him to do the same. When he did, she began to count down, “Okay, on three. One… two… three!”

Together, they both downed their drinks.

“God, I really need to get shit-faced,” she grumbled, placing down the glass, “Can I vent?”

“Vent away, babe,” He would never call her that in any other instance, but with the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t exactly thinking straight.

“Okay,” she said okay a lot, “I was dating this guy, right? In law school, promising guy. Supported my career goals, he had his own. Wanted to be a senator one day. Good shit, right? Good shit till I came to his place to find him fucking around with some chick. And get this, we looked alike too! Well, I didn’t really get much of a look at her when I was throwing punches,”

His jaw dropped, “What? How could someone cheat on you? You’re like… perfection!” he was acting much more dramatic than usual, splaying his arms around expressively, “But… did the other girl know she was the other woman?”

“I’m pretty sure, considering she was laughing at me when I walked in. Made me more pissed. Made me want to beat her ass even more,” she grabbed another shot glass, “Again?”

“Again!” Leon confirmed, grabbing his.

After they drank their other shot, she continued, “Can’t believe I wasted my time on this guy. No offense, but why is your kind,” she wiggled her fingers at him, “so nasty,”

He shrugged, “I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year. I haven’t been nasty,”

“Were you nasty before that?” she teased.

“Wha- no! I’m not like that,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I pride myself in being a respectable and loyal man-”

“-I’m just playin’ with ya,” Y/N laughed, “I remember how you treated that one girl you dated junior year. Like she was a queen! It was so sweet,”

Now he was blushing again, scratching the back of his neck and refusing to meet her gaze. “Ah, jeez, thank you. I just did what I was supposed to as a boyfriend. Anything less would have been completely stupid. Why date someone if I’m not gonna give them my all?”

“See, that’s how everyone should look at dating,” Y/N nodded in approval, “How everyone… yeah. Yeah, right. Hm,” She grabbed her last glass, not even waiting for him before bringing it to her lips.

“Only three shots and you’re already acting funny,” he teased, leaning forward and fucking booping her nose. “Silly. Silly billy,”

“I’m only tipsy,” she swatted his hand away, but he just chuckled and booped her again. “You’re drunk,”

“I think so,”

“I know so,”

“Yeah yeah yeah, smartypants,” he reached for his third glass, but she stopped him. “Heyyyy,”

“No more for you, buddy,” She smirked, taking the drink herself.

“Heyyyy,” he repeated, “That was mine!”

“Too late. In my stomach now,”

“Ughhh,” he laid his head onto the table, forehead pressed against the cold surface, “My driiiiiink,” he began mumbling to himself before raising his head again, “My drink,”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Y/N waved the thought off in disinterest, “So, I said why I was here. What brings you to a bar, Kennedy?”

He looked away, trying to remember why he was even there in the first place, “Oh! Oh, yes. Sad. I was very sad,” he replied, “It’s really lonely here. I have no actual friends. No girlfriend. Haven’t had a family in years,”

“No girlfriend? How? Look at you now! Even better than in high school!”

Shrugging, he began tapping his fingers on the table nervously. He was used to talking to Tony, Juan, and Don about his troubles, not his high school crush! “I’ve been busy with work.”

“Are you living that police officer dream of yours?”

“No,” Leon remembered the beer he never even finished, snatching it up before Y/N could realize what he was doing, and taking a long swig, “Was an officer for a day,”

“A day!” she exclaimed, “What happened?”

“I was an officer in Raccoon City,”

That was all he needed to say for it to dawn on her what had happened to him. “...Raccoon City?” she said slowly, “Oh my God! You survived that big explosion?! I thought there were no survivors!”

“Of course-” he paused. Yes, he was drunk, but he knew the rules. The things he had to lie about to keep Sherry safe. The fact he admitted he was at Raccoon City during the Incident was already a mistake on its own. “Um, the only survivor. Yeah.”

“I didn’t see it on the news or anything-”

“-Because everyone needs to think there were no survivors,”

“Oh…” she took the hint, clearing her throat awkwardly. “No survivors. I don’t want to mysteriously vanish because I knew something I shouldn’t, so, back to your loneliness. No hot women at, uh, wherever you work at now?”

“No,”

“That’s a shame,”

He hummed softly, propping his elbow up and resting his chin on his hand, staring at her. Analysing her. Drinking in every inch of the woman he used to be oh-so in love with. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I always thought so,”

“Oh, Leon!” she laughed, cheeks rosy as she playfully hit his arm, “You’re so drunk,”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I don’t need alcohol in my system to think so,” he insisted, before downing the last of his beer. He then let out a childish giggle, getting up from his seat.

“Where are you-?” she didn’t even have time to question him, the dirty blonde plopping down next to her and laying his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”

“Hmmmmm,” he nuzzled his nose against her stomach, eyes fluttering shut. He had long lashes. What was with men and having the prettiest lashes imaginable? “Cuddling,”

“In a bar?”

“Mhmmmmm,” he nodded softly, “You’re my girlfriend now,”

“Well, Leon, I don’t think it works that way,” she laughed, trying to resist the urge to just run her fingers through his hair and- she failed. Reaching out, her fingers tangled in the thick strands, combing out the blonde locks gently. “You didn’t even ask me out on a date!”

He pouted, eyes snapping open. Two globes of cerulean making contact with her. “Go out on a date with me then,”

A sad smile formed on her lips, pushing some hair from his annoyingly handsome face, “You’re drunk, Leon,”

“And? I still wanna go out with you,” he began poking at her cheek, “Say yes,”

“Or what?” Y/N teased gently, poking his cheek back.

“I don’t know. I’ll die,”

“Hm,” gripping his wrist to stop the annoying pokes to her cheek, she rested his palm against her cheek, “You’re probably not even going to remember this in the morning, but, yes, I’ll go out with you,”

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Where's everyone going? :( Bingo? :(

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andersonsgf · 2 days ago

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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

One Shots:

The Life You Deserve: When Natasha is selected to mentor you in the Red Room, she will do everything in her power to get you both out. (fluff, angst)

For the Coffee: Natasha doesn't feel like she's fitting into the new lifestyle she has acquired at SHIELD, but you show her that her way of living life is normal, and she wants to live it with you. (fluff)

Puppy Love: You and Natasha were the definition of 'opposites attract', sometimes she forgets that until you do something extra cute. (fluff)

Sure You Aren't: Fun at Auntie Lena's house :) (fluff)

Coded Disagreements: Both you and Natasha grew up in organisations that trained you to be assassins and you grew to be close, what is in store for your futures? (fluff, angst)

Spicy Paintball: Along with Kate Bishop, you use bribery against your girlfriend and her sister, though it doesn't end up going exactly to plan. (fluff)

You Are Mine: The aftermath of a jealousy explosion. (angst)

A Promise: When visiting a ghost of Natasha's past, she feels overwhelmed and you will be there to keep her afloat. (fluff, angst)

Silent Comforts: You'll be there for Natasha when she's struggling in silence. (fluff, angst)

Come Home: Your entire life is turned upside down when you discover a book of the supernatural, propelling you into days of horror just before Halloween. What or who is causing the curse? - Spooktober

Making Up: - Part 1.5: Even when your insecurities succeed in getting the better of you, Natasha is always there. (comfort)

5am: Sometimes, the only thing you need to help you sleep is her. (comfort)

I'm Tired: Your roommate is one annoying individual and you haven't managed to sleep in months. After reaching the end of your tether you have been reduced to taking the next resort, bunking with a stranger. College AU. (fluff)

Championships: Natasha is your biggest supporter (fluff)

Fluffy Pyjamas: Natasha has always been terrified of her past catching up with you, and it's scary when it can potentially become a reality. (fluff)

Sniffles and Sneezes: Sick fic (fluff)

Don't Get Angry: You and Natasha save each other, over and over. (angst)

Experience: Natasha isn't the best at trying to date people, the lack of practice can make her come across in a way she didn't mean to, and now she's gotta try and fix it on the spot. (fluff, angst)

Drabbles:

Actual Children: When Natasha introduced you to her sister she had no idea that you would be two peas in a pod. (fluff)

Captivating: When everyone else makes you feel invisible, Natasha always makes sure that you feel seen. (fluff)

A Handful of Fries: Eating can be a struggle, but Natasha is fighting for you. (comfort)

A Pool of Betrayal: Group pool day brings all sorts of shenanigans. (fluff)

Incorrect Quotes:

#masterlist #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff

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satorus-princess · 1 day ago

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Smiles and Sandcastles

a/n: canon au but divergent - everyone is happy and no one turned bad okay 🥰 includes geto sensei which we were deprived of. beach day!!

fem!reader x gojo satoru

“where the hell are those three?” gakuganji asks, disgruntled. the higher-ups from jujutsu high are gathered in a meeting, which you, gojo and geto were expected to be there for as well.

little did they know that the three of you were currently lounging on beach towels as the sun beamed down. geto was lying back with his arms crossed behind his head, eyes closed as he soaked up the heat, and you had your legs stretched out with gojo's head resting on your lap, a pair of sunglasses sitting on his peaceful face.

“this is wayyy better than a boring meeting,” gojo murmurs contently. he peeks up through the gap in the top of his sunglasses and smirks. “and a much better view than that old man.”

you playfully flick his forehead at his comment, knowing that he's referring to your boobs. he yelps dramatically, rubbing the spot that you had flicked.

“even if you're being a perv, i agree,” you say, glancing up at the students messing around in the azure water, a smile on your lips. well, students, excluding fushiguro who was, now, scowling under his own beach umbrella after itadori had splashed salty water onto him. of course, eliciting a loud-ass laugh from gojo. “they deserve this.”

“mm, they do. and we do too...”

“don't forget the fact that we'll be scolded by yaga next time he sees us,” geto reminds you and gojo, though he doesn't seem to care either.

“hey, it's not our fault they decided to have a meeting the day we decided to come to the beach,” gojo defends jokingly, as you all know that this was planned after to avoid another boring, irritating meeting with the higher-ups. “besides, we aren't students anymore.”

“you say that as if you aren't getting into trouble at least once a week, satoru,” geto snorts, and you laugh in response knowing how true that is.

“hey! don't gang up on me. i'm always doing the right thing, they just don't think so.”

“of course, ‘toru. let's get some ice cream,” you suggest, patting his hair as his head is still on your lap. “do you want one, geto?”

“nah, i'm good, thank you.”

“alright, let us know if you change your mind," you say, taking gojo's hand when he stands up and offers it to you. you stretch a little before lacing your fingers with his again. you slip on your sandals and gently tug gojo with you towards the ice cream stand. “let's get some for the kids, too.”

“yeah, especially megumi. he needs one to get rid of that scowl,” gojo chuckles softly, remembering the earlier events. “and then, I'll drag him back to the water.”

“you're a menace, ‘toru. leave the poor boy alone. i think itadori would have more fun getting dragged into the water.”

“well, yeahhhh but that's what makes it less fun for me, if he enjoys it.”

you shake your head in amusement, laughing at his reasoning. “you really are a menace.”

you both wait in line at the ice cream stand, a few people ahead of you which was to be expected on such a sunny day. gojo's arms wrap around your waist and he leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder while you wait in the queue.

“you look really pretty, you know,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your ear. he turns his head to press a soft kiss to your neck before resting his chin back on your shoulder. “all tanned and carefree.”

“that's because of you. no one would've had so much fun today if you didn't suggest going to the beach. it really was needed.”

“probably one of the best ideas i've had. the kids get to have fun, we get to avoid the higher-ups, and i get to see you in this pretty little bikini.”

you snort softly in response. “well, i have to admit that you look pretty yourself. in your pretty little swim shorts,” you mimic his tone, but your words are sincere. he laughs, keeping his arms vined around you as you step forward when the queue gets shorter.

soon, you arrive at the front of the ice cream stand, ordering one for yourself, for gojo, and the students. gojo slips his card out of the pocket of his swim shorts to pay for the ice cream before he balances four of the cones between his fingers and you do the same with the other four.

“we might need to walk faster before these ice creams melt all over our hands,” you say, quickening your pace.

gojo smirks and suddenly runs towards the area where all your belongings are. “last one there is a loser,” he calls out to you.

you shake your head at his words, laughing before you run after him. despite laughing, your eyes gentle, knowing that he's genuinely having fun as he's able to let go of his duties for today.

he obviously beats you, grinning as he watches you catch up. you're slightly out of breath, simply wanting to collapse back onto your beach towel because of the heat. he watches you, amused, before he calls out to the kids to get the ice cream. you hand one over to fushiguro as he's already nearby under the beach umbrella and he mutters out a “thanks”. you give two of the other ice cream cones to nobara and itadori, while gojo gives the rest to the second-year students.

“thank you, sensei!”

as the kids sit and stand around with their ice creams, you settle back onto your beach towel, your knees bent as you sit up, beginning to eat your ice cream. gojo sits down beside you, half of his ice cream somehow already gone. he stares out at the ocean, which his beautiful eyes reflect.

he's relatively quiet and this makes a singular eyebrow of yours arch curiously and with a hint of concern.

“is everything okay, ‘toru? you're weirdly quiet,” you point out. it's only when he turns his gaze to you that you realise you don't need to be concerned. even if his eyes are mostly hidden behind his sunglasses, you can see the swirl of emotions in them.

a moment passes before he nods softly. “yeah... i'm actually just really happy right now.”

your expression immediately softens at his words, seeing the genuine smile on his lips and the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. he leans against you, watching the students enjoy their ice creams. he's glad he's able to give the students time to relax and be happy... to be kids.

as his head rests on your shoulder, you turn to give his soft hair a kiss letting your lips linger for a moment longer. you hear him hum contently at your kiss as he continues to eat his ice cream and you do the same.

both of you stay like that together, cherishing the joyous and carefree moments with everyone. it's peaceful even if it's loud. everything just feels right in this moment.

but after a while, the ice cream appears to give gojo more energy than before, not wanting to relax in the sun anymore. he stands up and stretches with a dramatic groan before he crouches down next to geto who is still stretched out on his beach towel.

“hey, suguru?” gojo says quietly, the mischief in his tone evident.

“what?”

“bet you can't build a better sandcastle than me,” he snorts. geto peeks an eye open, raising his eyebrow at the 28-year-old sorcerer.

“you're ridiculous, satoru,” geto huffs, closing his eye. then, he sits up. “... you're gonna lose that bet. i'd obviously build a better and bigger one.”

“no way, i already got it all planned out in my head. it'll be fit for my princess.” he throws a cheeky wink your way. you roll your eyes playfully but you can't help the small laugh that slips out.

“you're on.”

“you gotta buy me a supply of mochi when you lose,” gojo says confidently with that annoying smirk of his.

“when you lose, you have to put blue hair dye in principal yaga's shampoo.”

a shiver runs down gojo's spine at the thought of having to do that. but his confidence comes back a second later as they shake on it.

with an amused yet gentle smile, you observe them seeing their younger selves again. even if it was only for today. gojo was still smiling genuinely as he determinedly worked hard on his sandcastle; this time his smile was filled with youthful amusement and happiness.

if only things could stay this way.

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The Red Queen (Chapter 17/?)

Series Masterlist

116 ac

Daemons pov

I storm into my tent after beating that messenger.

My brother thinks he can kick me out of his court, and as soon as glory is on the horizon take what I earned? My glory? No, I'll make a fool of him. I think as I throw my helmet onto my bed where a little squeak comes.

I turn to see the whore I brought to my bed last night still there. She isn't what I usually go for with her freckled skin and flaming orange hair. But when you're on a battlefield you don't get too choosy with a willing cunt.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask in an annoyed tone which makes her eyes go big.

“I-I was asleep.” She says quickly as she reaches for her loose fitting linen dress.

I take in the style of dress and remember she isn't a whore but one of the lords personal maids.

Same difference. I think as I turn away from her as she continues to apologize and clumsily puts her clothes back on.

“Just go, I don't have time for this.” I hiss which makes her quickly scurry out of the tent with one final sorry leaving her lips.

I look down at my battle plan and sigh in defeat.

It truly is a suicide mission.

I sit there for a while calculating what needs to be done and what doesn't when someone calls for me from outside my tent.

“A letter for you, my Prince.” The boy says and I can't help but roll my eyes.

“Yes I am well aware.” I respond in a tone I know has this boy shaking in his little boots.

But strangely he stays. “I think you'll want to see this one, my Prince. It's from the Princess.”

I freeze, turning to look back at the boy who holds a scroll.

“Which one?” I ask even though I already know.

“Only one of them sends you letters regularly at that.” He says holding it out for me.

I snatch it from him waving him away as I look down at the seal.

It's yours. You had gotten a wax seal at some point, most likely because my brother was tired of you asking to use his. It's the Targaryen symbol, but you never use red or black, always pink or purple, sometimes even white.

Never did like our harsh colors. I think with a smile as I move over to my desk, setting your letter down.

I then sit down and open a drawer where I keep each and every one of your letters. They are one of the only things that keep me going, but also one of the things that gives me the most grief. For with each letter I see you grow, mature, but I can't see you do it, only through your words.

I grab your first letter quickly, it's so worn down from how often I open and close it but I don't care. It's important.

I open it with care making sure the now flimsy paper doesn't tear and read your scribbled words.

Dear Kepus

I miss you. A lot. Papa doesn't talk to me anymore, not even at super. Nyra says mean things. Like how I'm not needed here. Why doesn't she love me? Did I do something bad? Why did Papa make you leave? Why won't you come back? I have so many questions but no one wants to answer them.

Papa says I'm gonna be heir. That it's important that I am. But I don't want to be heir. I want to be me.

I miss you. Please write back soon.

I always have to push back tears when I read this. You were so young, so confused. But it also always brings a smile to my face seeing your scribbled writing and the random drops of ink as you learned how to use a quill.

I reach for another letter, one that always seems to make my blood boil.

Dear Kepus

Aegon's one today, he's adorable. Papa has a large feast planned to celebrate him. There will be jesters, actors, and some people called acrobats. It's suppose to be lots of fun.

I requested a new dress for it, Papa said yes. But I'm confused, all the fabrics are red or black. I had asked for a pink or purple dress. When I asked Papa he said I have to wear our house colors now. So I make us look strong and united. I'm not sure how a dress will do this but he seems sure it will.

What do you think? Is a red dress really going to change so much over a purple one?

I know you don't like me asking, but I need to know. How is the war going? Are you alright? You're not hurt or injured are you? I'm so worried about you I have a hard time sleeping, especially when Papa’s council talks about how horrible it's going.

Please say you're alright. And tell the truth this time, because I know your shoulder got hurt. Papa got a letter from Lord Corlys, Laena’s Papa. It said your chest was burned, bad. That you almost died because of the injury. So no lying, didn't anyone teach you that's rude?

I miss you, please write soon.

I sigh when I finish the letter. I always felt like this was the beginning of Viserys' changes of you. It didn't take long for that day on for you to always get a new red dress. It broke my heart because though I always thought red was your color you never cared for it much. Preferring pink, purple, blue, even yellow over our house colors.

He's trying to make you into what he wants you to be, and it infuriates me. But what kills me is that you know of my pain. I swore I would come back, I could only imagine the fear you felt in that moment. Perhaps even the betrayal.

And with that thought I break the wax seal and slowly open your latest letter.

Dear Kepus

I'm ten now, and there was a huge celebration. I got to wear a white dress with red Myrish lace. Ali said I looked ethereal and Father said I looked lovely. There were a lot of people there, most I didn't know but they said nice things and gave gifts. But sadly I didn't get the one I wanted. My book about Daenys is falling apart. The maesters say I should just get a new one. But I don't know where you got this one, and neither does Father. He says I don't need the pictures but I love them. Do you think you could tell me where you got the book? I just want to read my favorite story again.

Aegon is three, he's always running. Father says that's because he's a boy, but I think it's just because he's Aegon. He's been sad though, his egg hasn't hatched. Rhaenyra gave it from Syrax's clutch but for some reason it just won't hatch. Maybe when you get back you can look at it and see why.

Have I told you about Helaena? She's so cute! She has chubby cheeks, silver hair, and violet eyes. They look so different compared to Aegon's periwinkle ones. She likes quiet though, and Aegon likes to be loud. So she gets startled a lot, but we're trying to explain that he needs to be calmer around Helaena. It's a slow process though because so used to being as loud as he wants. It's a big change for him.

Stormchaser laid another clutch, but they were all stone again. I don't know why, when she and Caraxes were together they were all perfect. But now they are all stone and she's so sad. It hurts seeing her so sad without Caraxes.

One last thing, Father wants to reinstate me as heir. But he wants you here when he does it. So he said he's bringing tropes to help you. Be nice to them, they're just trying to help.

I miss you, come home soon.

I sigh and look down thinking over each word. I can't help but chuckle about your book. You had always loved Daenys, if people thought Rhaenyra loved Visenya they haven't seen nor heard you talk about Daenys the Dreamer.

She is your idol, in your words. She saved us so we can be here today. I can't remember how many spats you and Rhaenyra have had over who was more important in the Targaryen family. But at the end of the day, I have to agree with you. If it weren't for Daenys our house would be ash in the wind never to be heard of again like so many other Valyrian houses.

But something I've noticed is how in each letter since you've gotten your younger siblings, you always want to talk about them. You truly are just an excited big sister wanting to show off her younger siblings.

Though the thing that hurts most is watching you grow only through your writing. How things used to be so misspelled and scratchy upon the paper is now refined and perfectly spelled. It hurts not knowing how you look now and only having the frail little girl who screamed for me to come back to remember as my last memory of your face.

But three things stuck out to me, your dragon hasn't been laying viable eggs ever since I and Caraxes left. And then there is the fact your Father is trying to use you to make me behave. And sadly it's working But the thing that sticks out the most is your last line.

I miss you, come home soon.

You have never sent this, it was always write soon, never come home. And for some reason, that one line makes me stand up and look at the battle plan one last time.

It isn't the worst plan I've seen. I think before walking out of my tent towards Lord Corlys to get our troops moving to their correct places.

Your pov

I sit on the settee holding Helaena. She looks adorable with her chubby cheeks and dark violet eyes that almost look like wine.

“She's so quiet. I thought she would do more.” Aegon says from beside me. He looks down at her with curiosity and apprehension because when he plays she usually starts crying.

I turn to look at him as he assesses Helaena with a wary look.

“You were like this, you just screamed more.” I tease which makes him gasp with his eyes wide and a scowl on his lips making it very clear his dislike of my words.

“I did not!” He yells but thankfully it doesn't startle Helaena this time.

“Well do you remember what you were like, my Love?” Ali asks from her spot in front of her vanity. Her maids braid her hair in intricate designs.

Something fit for a Queen. The words Father always says each time he watches my maids braid mine. He says they have to look perfect or else it will give or house judgment. I'm not sure how hair or dresses changes so much in the way the court looks at our house but Father is insistent.

“Well, no, but I don't scream.” Aegon says animatedly. This time a whimper comes from Helaena at his raised voice.

“Of course you don't.” Ali says with a teasing grin before standing up and walking towards us. She takes one look at Helaena's scrunched up face and reaches down to pick her up. “And what have I said about keeping your voice down while Helaena sleeps?”

Aegon looks down at the gentle reminder. “To try and be calm. Sorry Mama, I really am trying.” He says as his lower lip wobbles.

“I know you are, and you're doing so well. I know it's hard to real in all your joy.” She says as she strokes her fingers through his hair calming him down.

He looks up with a pout while nodding his head. “Yeah.” Is all he says as he leans into Ali's touch.

I look up at her taking in her dress that is black with a red bodice and long red sleeves. She looks beautiful in it, but it doesn't feel like it was made for her.

I then look down at my dress that is a deep scarlet with gold embroidery of flowers along the sleeves and bodice. It's also a very beautiful dress, but just like Ali's it just isn't me.

“Your sister sent a raven, she says there has yet to be a match made and that she is…enjoying this trip. She should be at Storms End now as we speak.” Ali says and I can tell she changed a lot of words from what Rhaenyra actually sent.

“I'm glad she's enjoying it.” Is all I say before turning to look at the books I need to study.

Can't hold Helaena forever, you have to get this done. I think before picking up the book on how to sit on the throne properly. I never realized there were so many ways to do this wrong, but supposedly Maester Huebert does.

“Has your Uncle sent anything back yet?” Ali says as she tries and calms Helaena down after a maid accidentally dropped a chamber pot. Thankfully it was clean.

“No, not yet, though it usually takes a bit because of the war.” I say with a frown. It's been two weeks since I sent my raven. I know I should be patient but the last time he took this long he got hurt. And some part of me worries if he is even alive.

No you would know if he died, you would know. I think with urgency hoping to throw that awful thought out of my mind for good.

Just as I think this a resounding screech reaches my ears.

I know that sounds. I think clambering towards the window to see if my kind is playing tricks on me or not.

“What's that long red thing?” I hear Aegon say and I know that what I'm seeing is true.

“He's back.” I whisper to myself before turning to Ali who whispers to her maids.

“I am needed in the throne room, you three stay here. Though your Father may wish for you to come as well but as of now stay here and watch after your siblings and study.” She says before walking out of her chambers.

I have to force myself to not run after her. Because I know why she made me stay. Just because Caraxes is back, doesn't mean Kepus is. And she doesn't want me to get hurt hoping he's back.

So instead I turn towards Aegon who stares at the door confused and hold a hand out for him.

“Why don't you practice your letters while I study? It could be fun.” I suggest and I can tell he doesn't like the idea but he nods anyways taking my hand as we walk back to the settee.

Please be back, please be alive. I pray hoping that whatever gods are out there hear me and make my prayers come true.

I feel tense as I walk towards the royal gardens. I can't help but try and remember what he looked like but all I get is hazy images and it hurts not knowing what he looked like. I dare not even try and remember what Mama looked like, for I know it will only shatter my heart completely.

I look down at my bracelet taking in the pearls and rubies. I then fiddle with my necklace trying to see if these items will make any memories of his face rise up. But it is futile, it's been too long since I've seen his face to know exactly what he looked like.

So instead I decide to stand straight and walk into the gardens as was my Father's request.

When I do I notice all the Lords and Ladies whispering and glancing towards Ali, Father, someone who I know has to be Rhaenyra but that can't be right because she's supposed to be at Storms End, and a man who in the deepest parts of my soul I know is my Kepus.

I don't hesitate to walk towards them, only catching the end of Father's jest.

“You were always Mother’s favorite, she was wild and free and sadly I was no great warrior.”

I go to speak but Rhaenyra beats me to it.

“It's wonderful to see you Uncle.”

I frown at the way she looks at him, the way her eyes flutter and she gently bites her lip before releasing it.

I may be young but I know she is trying to flirt or seduce Kepus. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. But what I also notice is how tense the atmosphere becomes with just those simple words.

She wasn't supposed to be back, Father must be livid. I think, eyeing him and quickly notice the scowl that overtakes his usually calm and collected features.

“Thank you Niece.” He says with a tight smile before he turns and looks down at me.

I freeze, not sure how to start the conversation. It's been so long that I have only been able to hear his words through ravens that now that I may actually talk to him the words are missing.

“Would you like to see the tapestries? We have just received some from Myr.” Ali says with a pinched smile obviously not liking how much wine Father has drunk already.

I smile excited to show him my favorites when Father bursts out laughing.

“Would you like to see them? Would you?” He asks in an obvious jesting tone. “He has no interest in such things.” He says with a dismissive wave.

“I would like to see them.” Rhaenyra says out of nowhere staring at Father with that look that usually means she wants to start an argument.

“Oh well then deprive yourself.” Father says waving her off.

I've never seen nor heard him speak to Rhaenyra like this so I'm shocked, frozen in place hoping if I do not speak or move I will not be the object of their wrath next.

Thankfully Rhaenyra walks away with a huff sitting on a bench as she inspects her nails.

“Do not worry, your Father is only a bit…disoriented. He does not mean his harsh words.” Ali says, noticing my tense shoulders before she decides to walk over to Rhaenyra.

And once I'm alone between my obviously drunk Father, and my Kepus who I haven't spoken to in years. Well it is an easy choice to try and find Laena and Nymeria.

So with a quick curtsy I turn and walk towards the food table where Laena and Nymeria seem to be bickering.

“Lemon cake is obviously the better choice.” Nymeria says before biting into one with a triumphant smirk.

“Please, raspberry crumble is the best.” Laena responds before taking a bite of her sweet treat.

I watch them stare each other down before clearing my throat and making them gasp and turn to face me before they quickly relax.

“Which do you think is better!” They say at the same time only ti turn to the other and glare once more.

I stop for a second before moving forward and picking up a honey cake.

“I much prefer the honey cakes.” I say, eyeing them as I take a bite letting the sweet flavor of honey and sugar fill my pallet. “Maybe instead of fighting over which is the best, we all just agree we like different things?” I suggest which seems to work until Nymeria whispers to herself and the argument starts up again.

I look down and sigh in annoyance, this is not what I was hoping for when I wanted to escape the tension of my family.

So just as quickly as I sought them out, I walked away for some solitude. Though I never am truly alone, for the clank of armor follows after me and I know who it is.

I take a seat on a bench looking at the weirwood tree wondering how best to approach Kepus. When I hear Ssr Criston finally stop behind me I turn to look up at him.

“Why is it so hard to talk to him? We sent letters for all those years, so why can't I speak to him?” I ask as tears rim my eyes that I fight to push down.

An heir cannot look weak. I think wiping at my eyes fervently.

He sighs with a look that almost seems pained. Like seeing me so hurt and confused hurts him. But why would it? It isn't him that is feeling this way.

“Mayhaps because of the letters.” He says with a look of pity.

Do not pity me, that means I'm weak and Father will hate me more. I think as I mull over his words.

“What do you mean?”

He looks up in thought before letting out a long sigh. “You didn't have to face him when you spoke your words. You didn't even need to speak them. You write all your thoughts down and send them to him. You didn't need to worry about his reaction because he wasn't in front of you.” He says before looking down at me again. “That is at least my guess, Your Grace.”

I think over his words before looking at my Kepus who seems to he walking towards me.

“Thank you, Ser Criston. You may leave me.”

He gives a quick bow before walking a few paces away to give me and my Kepus privacy.

“I was wondering where you had gone.” I hear him say. I remember that voice, the teasing lilt after each word. The way it always made me feel safe even now.

But yet again no words leave me, I only look up at him fighting tears that demand to fall.

Instead of speaking of my obvious hurt he sits next to me, warping an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his chest. And without thought, without caring, I let all my pain, worry, and confusion out.

He rubs my back gently telling me to ‘let it all out’. I know that if Father sees me in this state there will be more lessons on how to act among Lords and Ladies. But I don't care, because for the first time in a long time I feel completely and utterly safe.

I don't know how long I cried, but what I do know is by the time I'm done I feel like all the weight has left my shoulders and I can finally breathe again. So I lift my head finding a clear wet spot on his jerkin and sit straight against the back of the bench once more.

“I'm sorry.” I whisper looking down at my hands as I chew at my lip.

“And what do you have to be sorry for?” He asks as he puts his forefinger under my chin to force me to look at him.

I stop letting myself take in his features once more.

He has a strong jaw that seems tense right now. High cheekbones, and his long straight nose. His hair is the same silver blonde as I remember, only it's shorter. But it's his eyes that I know, his eyes that I have always been able to remember. Those deep lilacs that always seem to have mischief in them as well as something darker, something dangerous. But that is never shown towards me and I never understood why.

I'm brought back by the tapping of his finger on my chin. He seems almost amused which leads me to believe he caught me inspecting his features.

“I ruined your jerkin.” I finally say which only makes him throw his head back laughing. “What's so funny?” I ask, confusion washing over my face.

“I don't care about the jerkin, ñuha riña. What I'm more worried about is you.” He says and I can't help the way my heart squeezes in joy when he uses my nickname.

“I'm fine.” I say but I can tell he knows it's a lie, I mean I did just sob into his chest so I can't blame him.

He hums before picking something up from beside him. It is only now that I realize he was carrying something.

“I heard you were in need of this. And who would I be if I didn't bring it to you?” and there in his James is a new copy of the story of Daenys the Dreamer and her brother husband Gaemon.

“You found it.” I say in awe as I take it from him feeling the soft leather as I open the book to find all the same paintings and pictures that were in my old one.

“Well you did ask me to.” He says in his teasing tone.

“No, I asked you to tell me where to get it.” I correct with a cheeky grin.

This makes him chuckle and I can't help but smile when his eyes crinkle in the way that always means he is happy.

“Well you're welcome nonetheless.”

I giggle flipping through the pages reading some of my favorite passages. We sit like this for a while, in silence. Not the kind where you feel stiff and like you can't breathe, the kind where you feel safe and loved.

That is until I look up at him again and find him reading the book over my shoulder.

“If you want to read it, get one yourself.” I scold holding the book to my chest.

He raises a brow in shock giving me a playful smirk.

“I'm sorry, you're right I will read one I paid for.” He says before taking the book back and starts reading it.

“Hey!” I yell trying to reach for it but he holds it just out of my reach.

“I'm doing what you told me to do, ñuha riña.” He says with what I've heard would be called a shit eating grin.

“Please.” Is all I say holding my hands out for my book. I'm not sure if it will work until I look up at him and he seems so…soft. Like he can't say no to me in this moment. It's a strange feeling after so many years of having cold looks from everyone but Ali and my younger siblings.

“Fine, but you better let me borrow it.” He says and I can't help but giggle because for some reason I know I will more than likely be reading it with him.

“Agreed.” I hold my hand out for him to shake and he does before bending down to kiss my knuckles.

The rest of the afternoon we spend reading or he's making me tell stories about the times when he was away. Like the first time I got to hold Aegon, or how many times have me and Laena almost given our parents heart attacks while flying.

“Well it sounds like a lot happened while I was gone.” He says almost mournfully. And his face is grief stricken. I can't help but frown when I see it, he didn't want to leave.

I can't help but kick myself for all the times I thought he left because he was tired of us.

I decide to lean into him and hug him as tight as I can. “I missed you.” I say and for some reason he tenses at my words. Almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

I feel his arms wrap around mine as he kisses the crown of my head. “I missed you as well, ñuha riña.”

But for some reason my mind decided to turn my head and I noticed Rhaenyra with her guard Ser Daniel Karstark. I frown at the way they look at each other.

Rhaenyra is doing that eye thing again and he is brushing the hair from her shoulder. It looks like they are courting but that can't be right he's a Kingsguard. They can't marry anyone.

But even though I know this, and I know they know this. I can't help but wonder if they care.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fiction! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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babybearnation · 3 days ago

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mclaren boys x tsundere!reader!! :D

plot twist: me & vinnie aren't just talking mclaren f1 here 😼

gn!tsundere!reader

lando norris:

the first time you glared at him, lando ignored it but then he saw you acting all sunshine-y and nice around others and got confused

he muses over it before assuming you had met the other people already, prompting him to make a mental plan on how to get you to warm up to him

the first time you blush around him, lando celebrates it excitedly by kissing your cheek without thinking about it, which only makes your blush worse

lando gets very excited whenever he peels back another of your layers, revealing a softer side to you - he also greatly adores the way you act all huffy with him like you did before he cracked your cold outer shell because the act doesn't work on him anymore

oscar piastri:

oscar was a bit confused when he first met you because lando had described you as friendly and kind but now you were glaring at him

once you're gone, oscar asks lando if you were having a bad day or something because you seemed so nice to lando but you were cold and distant with oscar, but lando was just as confused as he was

when oscar catches you trying to hide a smile after he cracked a joke, he perks up and immediately makes it his mission to make you laugh and smile without covering it up or hiding it

oscar always appreciates each and every shy smile or pink cheeked look he receives from you and he's glad he managed to wiggle his way into your tender heart, especially when you shyly open up to him about your life and everything

pato o'ward:

immediately disheartened when you treat him so coldly because you're so stunning and he wanted to be your friend so badly!

he decides he's gotta try and convince you to be his friend because he doesn't wanna let such a golden opportunity slip through his fingers, especially if a friendship could turn into something more

the first whiff of a blush caused by him on your cheeks and pato will coo and aww over you, immediately making you go cold with him again which only makes pato desire you even more, tbh

the first time you initiate affection with pato, he'll celebrate so loudly, cheering and whooping and hollering before picking you up in his arms and spinning you around - it makes you go bright red but pato loves that so you don't really complain

taylor barnard:

his heart is absolutely broken the second you start being cold with him because you seemed so kind and sweet from afar

when he realises it's just him you're cold towards, he isn't sure what to do, but he decides to try and be sweet towards you in spite of that because he's not horrible

when you grumpily congratulated him after his first podium, your cheeks a soft pink, taylor perked up and immediately pulled you into a hug, excited that you two seemed to be going somewhere

each step you two take in your relationship brings taylor closer and closer to that sweet, kind-hearted person he saw on that very first day he met you and he loves finding out more and more about you every single day

sam bird:

lowkey pissed off with you for being so rude to him because you two don't even know each other so what the actual fuck?

and then he sees you interacting with other people and its like you are a whole other person - you're smiling and laughing and talking freely and sam is so confused and even more pissed off now

you two mostly avoid each other until he makes a joke one day that has you trying to hide your laughter and your pink cheeks in your hand - sam starts to take interest in you after that

it takes a while for your relationship to build and sometimes sam gets agitated with you seemingly fighting him every step of the way but as he slowly learns more about you and your feelings, you two manage to develop a better understanding of each other

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sunrisecaminus · 1 day ago

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I literally love your writing!🤧🙏

Can I request tfp Dreadwing and a femme cybertronian autobot that’s so sweet, shy, and loves nature? They meet one time out in the open and it leads to them sitting down in a field of flowers cuddling!! SFW pls! And many soft kisses🩵🩵

Thank you so much! And thank you for feeding us with your beautiful work

Message - Dreadwing is such a lovely character, honestly one of my favorite side characters from TFP! Also thank you! I appreciate the compliment and I will continue to make this stuff!

Dreadwing x Autobot Reader SFW

Summary - Dreadwing is taken care of and snuggled by the sweet Cybertronian Autobot.

Warnings - None

Fanfic Type - Comfort/Fluff

The big blue Decepticon has not seen you for a long time. He knows who you are, he understands why you are in the opposite faction as him, but what he doesn't understand is how you show kindness to everyone. You are one of the sweetest Cybertronians Dreadwing has ever met, and can't seem to bring himself to kill you. There will be times during a battle where he sees you off in the distance, and he aims his gun at you. This would have been the perfect shot for him, but watching you fight made him realize that you never killed any of the Decepticon soldiers. you always found a way to hit them in areas that would make them pass out. You secretly patched a Decepticon flyer when they crashed…and he just couldn't pull the trigger. Dreadwing has never had such a hatred for someone yet also at the same time being soft. Megatron has once found out about Dreadwing's little pet, and once shot her down in a way to end her little schemes. What Megs didn't know was that was one of the days Dreadwing had to seriously control himself not to leave the faction. He thought you died that day, and never saw you again in battle. Sometimes he tries to tell himself it was for the better, as Dreadwing was always distracted by you and needed to get shit done, but it still hurts to know he could never see you again.

One day he went flying, scouting around when he found a lovely area not anywhere near Jasper. It was a giant field of Sagebrush, yellow flower bushes that were native to the Nevada state. Honestly Dreadwing needed a break, so he lands around the end of the field and started to walk around. He tries to take a breather, maybe he could forget about everything that this war has come to…maybe he could even forget about you. All of their battles, destructive paths, and destroyed planets; The war has turned his friends and family either to forget about what they were fighting for, or just made them into the dirt and ash they have left on Cybertron. Why did he keep going? His brother has been long gone and now the one thing that made him interested, was destroyed by the hands of his own leader. Dreadwing wanted to get to know you, maybe ask what he was doing wrong. Soldiers who were saved by you has said many things. "She was like an angel from Primus!", "She sounded like the mother I have always wanted.", "Her hands were so gentle"; All of these were said by people who got the luck to meet you, and he wondered what it would be like to be in their pedes. Soldiers would never come close to you, even in the heat of battle. They never wanted Megatron to find out about it, they also didn't ever want to hurt you. It became a huge debate with the lower ranks on how they should deal with you. The two main arguments was to trick you into joining as a medic, kidnap you and try to frame the Autobots has horrible people. Others just simply debated to just let it continue, for if they try to plan anything without Megatron knowing, they would be killed. One mech said something Dreadwing could never forget accidentally hearing.

"I wouldn't want to die, not because I am afraid of death, but because I don't want her hard work to all be in vain."

Everyone praised you, some called you Primus's Daughter. There were other nicknames like "The Angel", "The Enemies Light", and even "The Mother". Everything was positive, but it all had to end. When Megatron caught wind of this from Soundwave, he wanted to end this little Autobot to not risk his soldiers leaving the Decepticon Faction. Mid battle with Optimus, the moment he saw your figure far away in the corner of his optics, that was when he ignored Optimus and targeted you. The devastating blast that collided with you body, all soldiers stopped fighting just to watch in horror on what their Lord has done. It was one of the most tragic days of the war, with the soldiers not listening to their commanders anymore and retreating without Megatron's orders. Dreadwing has that day dated in his books, he wanted no one to forget the day the Decepticons lost 1/5 of their soldiers just from you alone.

He stared into the sky, watching as the sun raised up to make the flowers brightly show their colors. The light drapes over him, as he turns behind himself to watch the sunlight blanket itself around the entire field. That was when he held his breath. His optics widened from shock, his hands balled up. Dreadwing could see from half a mile away in the middle of the entire field, was you. The light went over your plating beautifully as you were standing there, watering some of the flowers next to you. There was different kinds of flowers that were all around your body. Was he looking at a ghost? Was he just seeing things? It was like he just found the last animal of an extinct species, the way he stepped back a bit in fear. Should he leave? Dreadwing thought he was ruining your flowers and made sure he wasn't stepping on any at the moment. When he looked back up, you are now staring at him. He froze, waiting for something to happen. Shit you might call the Autobots for help, one of the high soldiers in is a close vicinity of you. Your e/c (eye color) optics were going through him like they were staring into his soul, maybe you could see how pure his spark was. There was a bunch of rumors about you that he didn't believe, but seeing you finally alone for the first time kind of made him backtrack on what he believed or didn't believe. You close your eyes and give him the sweetest smile, waving your hand at him, motioning for him to come over. He straightened himself a bit and flew over, landing just a few yards from you. That was when he finally could hear the voice he dreamed of hearing. "Hello dear! I see you have found my garden."

The whiplash he got from hearing your angelic voice. It was soft, quiet, and motherly. "I-I'm sorry mam, I did not mean to intrude on your space." He bowed his head a little in a formal greeting. What in the Allspark was Dreadwing doing?! Yes maybe you were sweet, but you were also the enemy! How were you alive?! He perked up from hearing you giggle. "My what a lovely gentlemen you are! You may stay as long as you like. I wouldn't mind the company." Hearing you compliment him made him heat up, his cheeks getting a bit flushed. A compliment from someone like you was like getting your prayers answered from Primus. "Um thank you, though I am confused. Didn't Lord Megatron kill you? I saw the explosion." He watches as you slowly stopped smiling and it made him want to go back in time to never ask you a question like that again. He just met this kind individual and just asked something very personal. Dreadwing was going to apologize, but than you answered his question. "Optimus pushed Megatron before he shot so it missed me. It hit the wall behind me, so I was very damaged. Thankfully my fellow team helped to bring me back to health and I stepped down as a major soldiers. I apologize to give you the bad news like this." Dreadwing grew even more surprised and waves his servos in front of him. "No no! The soldiers were devastated to see you perish. It's good to know that you are alive. They could never stop talking about you."

He sees the smile grow back on your face as the laughter kicked back in. "Awe the little children still remember me! I am glad to know that they still care. I was wondering if I could visit, but Megatron was always a big hurdle. I wouldn't want to get my lovelies in trouble." You looked back to your flowers and kept watering them. It was quiet again for some time as you put the giant watering can down, putting your arms in the air to stretch. It was peaceful until you hear a small hiccup. You turn to see Dreadwing a bit teary eyed, his wings drooped down and his one of his servos trying to hide his optics. "Oh you poor thing what's the matter?" Dreadwing hears you walking closure to him, feeling your servos cup around his face with such a gentle touch. He couldn't take it anymore. The war, the blood, soldiers starving for more energon. The more you were kind to him, the more it made him wonder how many sweet and innocent lives have they caused to end after 4 million years. His hand lets go of his faceplate and you see the tears running down Dreadwing's cheeks. He didn't know what to say to you. His throat was like a knot, if he tried to even speak he knew it was make him cry hysterically. Finally he just couldn't take it and leaned into your touch a bit, bursting. "I don't want to be here anymore!" He couldn't say anything else. His throat hurts from him trying to fight off the tears. No one has seen him cry, no one would want to see one of their highest members of the Decepticons in tears. All the issues of the war has just been bundled inside him. He promised himself never to show any weakness to anybody…but now he felt safe in your arms, feeling like if he just told you what he wanted, you could grant him his wish. Dreadwing feels your digits wipe his tears away from his optics. He blinks to see your face, watching you smiling at him with caring eyes. "Oh honey, let it all out of your system. You have done nothing, but fight for what you were thinking is right. You care for the people around you and it shows. Your ancestors watch you from the Allspark with great joy, showing how proud they are of you. War started and no one knows how to end it, but you should never blame yourself for things that people around you chose for themselves. Things happen that we can't control or be able to stop, all we can do is wait for the right time. I know you feel powerless, but you have been as strong as you can be. For the time being, lets try to breath, ok?"

Dreadwing feels your servos grab his, bringing him along to sit on the top of the hill you guys are on. You sit him down, guiding his head to your chest and let him hear your spark. "Repeat the rhythm of my breathing." Dreadwing obeys, feeling himself trying to match his breath with yours. The spark beating made his body limp. His brain, which before was thinking about death and sorrow, was not thinking about the present and what is happening to him right now. His mind starts to clear and his focus goes to the flowers around himself, watching as your servo rubs against his helm. It doesn't take too long for him to feel better, though he was very tired from the breakdown he just went through. You lay down with him in the grass, feeling Dreadwing hug you as if you would blow away if he didn't hold on to you. He doesn't want to think about what would happen after, he doesn't want this moment to end. Dreadwing never thought he would love someone, but after what just happened…you made him feel like you were his everything. "Thank you for your hospitality...I will never forget what you did for me."

#maccadam #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers x y/n #Dreadwing #Dreadwing x reader

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see-arcane · 2 days ago

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"I wish you would write a fic where..."

Honestly would love to see your take on anything a fic where Lucy gets to chomp Arthur 👀 🧛‍♀️

One of my absolute favorite unused Bad Ending AU openings.

Arthur ruins Van Helsing's stakeout plan by dint of his grief. How?

He gets back to Lucy's tomb first.

At sunset. Weeping still, though his eyes burn in his head. He's brought more flowers. Roses--

(I do not need them, my husband. Leave them.)

--which he casts aside on his way to the door. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Lucy is dead. Lucy is gone.

(I am neither, my husband. Come and see.)

He brought the key to the tomb. Not sure until now that he would use it; that he could bring himself to stand beside her final bed on Earth without collapsing at its side. But the key is in the hand where the roses were and he can see himself unlocking the door. He steps inside as the sun sinks away. There is a miracle inside.

Lucy.

Lucy sitting atop her coffin's lid, feet dangling as they had when they shared a bench or a couch to save their stinging soles after a dance too many. She smiles at him, her lips no longer pink petals, but heavy and red as if painted. Had she ever looked so before? So enthralling, so wanting? He doesn't recall. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter.

"Lucy?"

As if to be sure. The dream will break apart like a soap bubble now. Lucidity will smash her apart.

But no. She is there, her arms open, her laugh like crystal music. Why does it nettle something awful in his core? Why do his legs wish to betray him, betray her, and flee? No matter. He is master of himself. And he marches forward into her embrace, tears running in bliss to wash out the grief.

"Lucy..."

"Yes, Arthur. There was a mistake. A terrible mistake by that silly doctor. But see? I am better. I am awake. All will be well now."

"Yes," he nods as if his head is on a string. Her arms are so cold around him. Padded ice.

"Kiss me, Arthur. I have missed the taste of you."

"I missed you--," She doesn't let him finish. The cold of her is on his mouth, pressing in. Her teeth scrape his lip and open a seam of thin skin. Blood wells, but he doesn't pull away. There's no breaching the lock of her arms. All he can do is make a small pained noise as she suckles at his mouth, lip and tongue both running red now. Kissing it better.

She kisses him again, under his jaw. He can't see, can't feel, but he knows it. A sweet and bitter certainty.

When Van Helsing and Jack come to him later, asking for the tomb's key, they look at Arthur warily. He has turned so pale since they last met.

"I feel quite fine," he insists. And it's the truth. Quite fine. He is still fine when they rush back to him, announcing the unthinkable: the Westenra tomb has been robbed! Lucy's coffin is gone! "Well. It cannot matter to her, can it? So it does not matter to me."

"Arthur?" from Jack. "Arthur, look at me. Arthur."

(Arthur...)

"Don't worry about me. This will pass soon enough." He smiles. They see the sharp edge of his teeth. "Quincey can attest to it. You trust his sense, don't you? He's downstairs."

(We can show them.)

"What? When did he--?"

"Friend John." Van Helsing's voice trembles more than steels. His hand is a vise on Jack's shoulder. "Perhaps we overstay and overstep. We can call again another hour." Pulling, retreating. The sun is low outside the windows. It is so awfully quiet out there. Almost as quiet as it is inside. Have they noticed there are no servants about? Arthur wonders. But not with any great interest.

(Come, my husband. Are you not hungry? We are.)

He is. As is his friend, smiling in wait as Van Helsing jerks open the door. Quincey has always had such a charming smile, he thinks. It almost won Lucy's heart before he could. It is still charming as it locks into Jack's throat, cutting short the rising scream. Arthur ponders doing the same for Van Helsing, but--

(No. He cannot be allowed to linger, even with us. He has no use for elderly meddlers.)

--he opts instead for a polite farewell. The old man's head pops off in his hands like that of a daisy.

"Such excellent timing." Her lips at his cheek, his throat. "Our fellow newlyweds will come soon. They will want to leave me flowers and tears, poor things. Perhaps my widower should invite them here to show the mistake of their mourning."

"Perhaps."

Quincey agrees through his scarlet mouthful. Jack twitches. Somewhere, hearing and seeing through them, he gives his permission...on one condition. He need not say what.

The Harkers arrive two evenings later, dressed in black. There is time for only a minute's sharing of condolence before Lucy steps out to greet her friend.

And he steps out to greet his.

The screaming is brief. Someplace in the burial bedrock of himself, Arthur feels something like displeasure at the sight of their hands; how frantically they had clung and clawed toward each other as they were wrenched apart by separate embraces. Wedding rings glinting as one friend and another gave their kisses. He would swear he almost hears his own voice crying out, howling in tandem against the sight.

But it passes. All bad things do now. Lucy, her smile lacquered with fresh red, introduces Mina Harker to her husband. Mina twitches in her arms. Jonathan Harker's eyes stare blank and damp after Arthur shakes his hand. Tears stripe the young man's face as he carries him away to some far corner of the manse, still drinking.

Within the week, all is well. All their friends are too. And Lucy, his love, his Bride, flatters him in insisting it was thanks to him. Her kisses are many and delighted and cold.

And if they hear echoes of their voices screaming still, it does not matter.

It never will again.

#:)#>:}#lucy westenra #bloofer lady #arthur holmwood #arthur godalming #dracula #my writing

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olrinarts · 8 months ago

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snippet series: chimes of bone (1)

the current draft's opening of the companion fic for constancy must transpose, where the sacrifice was successful

Narinder was the god of death. The One Who Waits. Always had been. Always would be. Therefore he was above such petty things as grief or regret – neither changed the inevitable.

He did not grieve. He did not regret. He did not doubt. He did not hear snaps and cracks late in the dark hours. Just because each bone of a body broke in its own way, with its own tone, didn't mean he had a specific melody memorised. Left humerus. Right radius followed by the ulna in a two-eighths click-clack. Left tibia, in a dotted quarter note, and then the left fibula as another eighth note crack. Right femur in four places, a sixteenth note build up, and then the rolling triplets of six vertebrae shattering at the neck and spine. The composition ending with the discordant fleshy clatter of a carcass dropping to the floor. Then silence.

The One Who Waits was far too busy for grief, regrets, doubts, music, if such things could even occur to him. Which they could not. He had faith to build, a world to remind of who its true master really was. The Herald, the only name he allowed to be spoken when discussing the key to his freedom, had been a kindly messenger. He'd tolerated its necessity. Now that the world was his once more, mercy was no longer the order of the day. Many welcomed the return of the old ways, and those who did not – those who protested that things could be different, should be different – were mere dissenters clinging to the false hope he'd allowed the Herald to foster for his own ends. Their word had been but a stopgap for his Word, and soon, all the dissenters had either converted once again to the true faith, or suffered the fate of heretics. The followers had known who they were meant to worship, and any who tried otherwise knew the fate they incurred.

He didn't regret it. He felt no guilt for it. Hearing the cries of the followers as they were sacrificed in his name, who wept and begged for the mercy of a vessel put to use and now disposed of, had no effect on him whatsoever. Certainly not grief, faithless creatures that they were, and never pity. Even using the old name the Herald had once borne was now heresy; he couldn't tolerate hearing it. Not for any personal reason. The reminder invited dissent, that was all, and the memory of the Herald as anything but a faithful key would fade with time, their old title lost to the ages of mortals and forgotten to him, too. It would be. It must be.

It wasn't.

Year after year, decade after decade, there would be a new whisper that he'd need to stamp out, and he always did so with ruthless efficiency. One would think guaranteed death would discourage it, but it always rose again.

The One Who Waits tried to wipe the memory out of history, obliterating any mention of the sheep in general, until only the Herald remained. Finally that was the only tenuous thread left to his vessel, and so he severed it, as he should have from the start. Even mention of the Herald was heresy, now, and he was certain within three or four generations, it would finally be gone, the constant prickle of dissent wiped out at last.

Quarter. Two eighths. Dotted quarter. One eighth. Four sixteenths. Triplet. Triplet. Whole note. Rest.

Even centuries after it first played he could still hear it, but that was nothing. Nothing but memories. The One Who Waits was the god of death, and Death could not be haunted by anything, ghost or memory or music or regrets.

One thousand years to the day, to the minute, that he had been freed, he felt a new Crown enter the world. The One Who Waits began to prepare, calm and sure, because he could not feel fear.

Narinder could, however. He just hadn't remembered until now.

#olrin rambles #olrin writes #text post #fanfiction #fanfic #cult of the lamb fanfic #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cw: injury #narilamb eventually but. uh.#it's. gonna take a while #they kind of murder each other a lot first #and not in a sexy way #turns out that doing what you planned doesn't always get you what you want #chimes of bone au #snippet series #can't believe i forgot that tag lmao it's in the title

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aeolids-zenith · 2 years ago

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i hate posts that are supposed to be positivity for people who lack friends or that say that social connections are like unexpectedly inevitable/straightforward to make or something, but then like. don't elaborate on how that is possible. it always just makes me feel more hopeless

#space chirrup #idk. i suppose even if there was actually anything theoretically actionable in those posts i still might not feel like it'd work for me #i mean i've tried googling for actual advice but for some reason ''how to make friends as a chronically online socially stunted #possibly autistic barely-transitioned transgender young adult introvert with esoteric interests'' doesn't turn up anything useful #(idk if ''possibly autistic'' is accurate all the self-assessments i've done plus the psychologist i went to said i probably wasn't)#i suspect that i might be unnecessarily limiting myself with all of that #but i have absolutely no idea what is a reasonable amount to step outside of my comfort zone/interests #i don't even have anything that i want out of basic social interactions the thing that compels me is intimacy.#but i don't want that with someone i don't know already.#but how do i get to know people when there's nothing i want to do with them and i have trouble feeling like i want things in general #does that mean i'm depressed. i've had conflicting feedback on whether i am. what is the productive course of action if i am #bc i keep thinking that like medication wouldn't be worth it if i didn't have a plan to actually improve my life but that if i had a #plan i could just do it without medication #but idk maybe medication would allow me to identify an actually viable plan. ggggggg #ALSO does it make a difference that i only feel strongly about this when it's late at night #people always say not to trust how you feel at night but it's not like i feel GOOD about my life in the daytime it's just kinda neutral #like there's enough for me to survive without significant effort and i'm not completely joyless but idk what it's all for #and night is the only time i feel motivated to do anything about it.#though usually that thing is just writing a vent post on tumblr or something equivalently unproductive lolllll

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writeblrfantasy · 1 month ago

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my 10 holy grail pieces of writing advice for beginners

from an indie author who's published 4 books and written 20+, as well as 400k in fanfiction (who is also a professional beta reader who encounters the same issues in my clients' books over and over)

show don't tell is every bit as important as they say it is, no matter how sick you are of hearing about it. "the floor shifted beneath her feet" hits harder than "she felt sick with shock."

no head hopping. if you want to change pov mid scene, put a scene break. you can change it multiple times in the same scene! just put a break so your readers know you've changed pov.

if you have to infodump, do it through dialogue instead of exposition. your reader will feel like they're learning alongside the character, and it will flow naturally into your story.

never open your book with an exposition dump. instead, your opening scene should drop into the heart of the action with little to no context. raise questions to the reader and sprinkle in the answers bit by bit. let your reader discover the context slowly instead of holding their hand from the start. trust your reader; donn't overexplain the details. this is how you create a perfect hook.

every chapter should end on a cliffhanger. doesn't have to be major, can be as simple as ending a chapter mid conversation and picking it up immediately on the next one. tease your reader and make them need to turn the page.

every scene should subvert the character's expectations, as big as a plot twist or as small as a conversation having a surprising outcome. scenes that meet the character's expectations, such as a boring supply run, should be summarized.

arrive late and leave early to every scene. if you're character's at a party, open with them mid conversation instead of describing how they got dressed, left their house, arrived at the party, (because those things don't subvert their expectations). and when you're done with the reason for the scene is there, i.e. an important conversation, end it. once you've shown what you needed to show, get out, instead of describing your character commuting home (because it doesn't subvert expectations!)

epithets are the devil. "the blond man smiled--" you've lost me. use their name. use it often. don't be afraid of it. the reader won't get tired of it. it will serve you far better than epithets, especially if you have two people of the same pronouns interacting.

your character should always be working towards a goal, internal or external (i.e learning to love themself/killing the villain.) try to establish that goal as soon as possible in the reader's mind. the goal can change, the goal can evolve. as long as the reader knows the character isn't floating aimlessly through the world around them with no agency and no desire. that gets boring fast.

plan scenes that you know you'll have fun writing, instead of scenes that might seem cool in your head but you know you'll loathe every second of. besides the fact that your top priority in writing should be writing for only yourself and having fun, if you're just dragging through a scene you really hate, the scene will suffer for it, and readers can tell. the scenes i get the most praise on are always the scenes i had the most fun writing. an ideal outline shouldn't have parts that make you groan to look at. you'll thank yourself later.

happy writing :)

#writing #writeblr #writing advice #fantasy #original fiction #fantasy writing #indie author #writer advice

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blkkizzat · 2 months ago

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❝AYY, FUCK YO IG, I PUT SOMETHIN' ON YO SONOGRAM— I'M THE MAN.ᐟ❞

─•──── FARMHAND!TOJI X BIMBO!READER

꥟ summary: farm au. you and toji can't keep your hands off each other since he first turned you out in the barn and he's determined to put a baby in you ASAP! ꥟ wc: 2088 ꥟ a/n: I had to do something for my mans for his bday and I MADE it in my time zone at least (pst) FarmHand!Toji just comes so easy to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY TOJI.ᐟ

[ read p1: here ]

FarmHand!Toji who after the first time fucking you senseless in the barn can't keep his hands off of you. God, it's so hard for him to get any chores and shit done when your young tight cunny spreads so willingly for him.

Out in the pastures, the herd of cows block the distant view of the both of you from the farm. Making it the perfect location for Toji to freely fuck you sloppy like you've been pouting for all morning.

Wanting to tease his sweet lil' Bunny, Toji would have made you wait even longer (so he could do a bit of actual work) but you always kept him on his toes. You were so much of a brat you pushed limits with him constantly.

This time your achieve your naughty goal by flashing him your pantyless pussy.

"Whoops, must have forgot to put some on this morning! I'm so silly huh, Daddy?"

You bat your lashes and sway your jiggling hips so innocently. Like the hot sun wasn't glistening off the gooey slick drenching your puffy pussy lips —it was fucking obscene.

Obviously, Toji is hard instantly but you still needed to be taught a lesson and he'd yet to keep his promise of 'fucking some manners into your haughty cunt.'

You clearly still didn't know how to act.

What with his lil' Bunny skipping around the farm all morning bare assed and so nonchalantly too?

How many times does he have to remind you he'd kill someone over you?

No one else was allowed to see what belonged to him alone...

Jealous as hell, Toji angerily snatches you up as you squee in excitement finally getting what you'd been craving. Easily flipping you over, Toji's large muscular arms drapes you over the old wooden fence like you were a mere feather.

The fact that Toji was supposed to be patching up said fence, not causing further structural damage from how hard he was about to tear your ass up is not lost on him. He simply just can't bring himself to give a fuck at the moment, not when you get him so riled up like this. Pushing your thin white sundress up your back, Toji doesn't even need to prepare you before he ruts into your heated core. Honestly, it didn't take Toji long at all to mold your pretty lil' pussy to the shape of his stocky girth. Your wet warm hole welcomes him back eagerly like it was his home. The pull of that creamy cunny of yours sucking him deeper to the hilt—even before his own hips could shealth himself fully inside—shit.

"That's a good girl bunny, that pussy opens up so good f'er me now, n'—HELL... She's just as fuckin' tight too."

Pistoning forward, Toji doesn't waste time with warming you up with slow strokes.

Not when you act out like this.

He knows once you get this way you are practically begging for him to pound you rough, deep and fast.

True to the nickname he bestowed you Bunny, you wanted him to fuck you stupid like one daily. Demanding Toji's hefty cock be plunged into your cunt during all hours of the day—especially at night.

Your slutty pussy was so hungry for his dick stretching her, you even foolishly volunteered the farm's security codes to Toji. Meaning he could slip not only in and out of your room at night —but the farm entirely. This was excellent for the illegal business he was forming under the cover of the farm.

Little risk of getting caught now too.

That old farmer slept like the dead and he'd been able to bribe the less than scrupulous night security workers.

Heh. Smuggling contraband in now was a breeze.

But in order for his plan to be put fully in motion he needed to knock you up quickly. Cumming in your quivering pussy 3-4 times a day was a necessity and Toji was more than up for the task.

He needed a baby in you yesterday.

And yet the way your greedy pussy hungered for him, strangling his length every time you came on his cock for the nth time made him think she secretly wanted to be a mommy too —you were the only one who didn't know that yet. You milked him so well like you were made for Toji to breed you —just waiting all this time for his nefarious ex-con cock to destroy you.

Toji grunts escalate as the old fence creaks and shakes from him brutishly bullying himself further into your guts. You moan deeply with every maddening thrust of his pelvis forcing his thick meaty cockhead to kiss your womb.

"Shiiit..Mmmm—OOOH!" The rebound of your plump ass ripples against his pelvis and Toji thinks its his favorite sight in the world. Both hands on your hips, Toji digs crescents into your flesh as he drives him into you over and over, deeper and deeper. The vulgar noises of moist skin slapping echo from your bodies —bodies which only get hotter and wetter under the oppressive heat of the sun and it's all so intoxicating. Your chest heaves as you take desperate breathes, your lungs struggle to even expand with how roughly Toji plowing into you.

There's nothing you can do but dangle there and let Daddy Toji use you like he wanted—not that you would have it any other way, loving when his cock purees your mind into just as much of the sloppy mess as your pussy. Toji could tell by your cries too just how your ass liked to be ferally manhandled like you were one of these barn animals.

"Yeah that's right my slutty brat 'moo' louder f'er Daddy while ya squirt on his cock. Ya wanna let this whole farm know who's making you feel this good, huh ma?"

You whine at Toji likening your pleasure filled sobs to that of cow noises but you're needy 'lil cunny only squeezes him tighter —just as he knew she would. Toji knows how much you like him talking crazy to you when he's fucking you six ways to Sunday, balls smacking your clit.

Thankfully no one could actually hear you from way out here. Meaning he was free to spew all kinds of nasty shit into your ear drawing even more slobber from your swollen pussy lips. It only made you hotter on the inside your mind only focusing on his debased dirty talk and the drag of his cock against your g-spot —Toji was hitting it perfectly from this angle. "Ya know ya fuckin' suck at milking cows but this juicy pussy? She sure knows how t'milk a cock like its 'er job." And it would be your job too if Toji had any say. Fuck going back to school at the end of summer and fuck getting a career. You didn't need to do anything but lay on your back and let Toji do the rest. Heh, you wouldn't be able to do much else but be on your back once you started growing his kids inside you anyway. He'd keep you nice n fucked out to the point you'd almost stay pregnant.

Spanking your ass harshly, the sting fills fresh tears on your already bleary eyes. You squeak between your pitchy moans as your pussy weeps so much of your arousal around your sex and down your thighs the squelchy gurgles of your creamy cunt are heard throughout the field.

"S'gudddd Daddy! HAH—HARDER!!"

You really are the perfect slut for him. Wanting him to go harder?

Could you even handle that?

As your reward Toji gifts you another spank, shaking the fence entirely now as it sways on its exposed hinges. It's a miracle it's still standing.

But Toji was determined to have you all for himself, to have everything —you, the farm, a wife —to bring Megumi here away from his twisted ass family so you could be the mother he never had. Thoughts of domesticating you makes him want to bust in you even more as he chases his release.

Wrapping an arm around your middle Toji lifts you so he can thumb at your clit. The rough pad of his thickest digit scrapes over your bud sending rapid tingles through your body that has drool pouring out of your mouth and cunt. "Daddy's gonna put his milk in y'er tummy, yeah Bunny? Tell me ya want it slutty mama —beg me f'er it."

But you can't beg, you can't do anything but ride the rapturous wave of pleasure radiating from your core as you squirt on his cock like a good Bunny. Your orgasm following soon after with enough force from erratic rhythm of spasms in your walls to make Toji spurt is scorching seed inside you. Filling your womb as you purr from the sensation.

Toji bites harshly down on your shoulder —another mark you'd have to hide from your uncle —who thought you were just a rather clumsy girl getting so many marks on you from your farm chores.

Slicked in sweat and your gushy pussy's fluids Toji slumps forward still inside you, his entire weight bearing down on you.

"T-Tojiiiii!" You whine in that pretty, utterly angelic way Toji usually can't resist but he had to keep his cock plugged in you a bit longer if he wanted a baby in you by the end of the month. He eases up a bit though, rubbing your sore ass cheeks and murmuring something about 'when he finally gets to use your ass' as his thumb ghosts aimlessly over your puckered hole.

When Toji finally pulls out of you, you're barely standing. Slumping your elbows on the fence, your hips went a bit numb from being folded like a pancake over the rough wood fence with a big man like Toji putting his weight on you.

Truthfully, Toji didn't even want to pull out. He could go a few more but you need to get back to the farm soon before your uncle came around looking. He'd question you if you kept missing lunch everything.

As if you could read Toji's thoughts you pipe up, voice a bit hoarse already from all your moaning. "I told my uncle I'd probably walk to the lake again today. So he won't be expecting me back until the evening, you know..." After enough feeling returns to your lower body you push off the fence and prance over to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing. Pulling off your dress fully you lay it down on the lush green grass in the shade. Fully nude, the sun peeks through the shade's leaves, decorating your skin in its shadowed rays.

You stretch like a cat on your makeshift dress-blanket. Spreading your legs wide and arching, you gaze over to Toji from under your babydoll lashes. He's already on his way over to you. "Looks like I'm your lunch today Daddy... c'mon n' eat me up before I get cold."

Oh you didn't know what you fucking did to him... or maybe you did?

You were clever sure but all reason flew out the window when it came to Toji from the minute he first jammed his cock into your lewd sappy cunt.

Heh, you wanted FarmHand!Toji to ruin you? Well little did you know that's exactly what he planned to do anyway— trap you, and ruin your life and that pussy of yours at the same time.

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Back on farm an old dusty white bus stops at the gate.

A lone prisoner exits, a man accused of being a serial killer— 27 victims all skinned and gutted mercilessly like fish in under two years.

However, the man has always protested his innocence.

The evidence at best was circumstantial, with a conviction based solely off of a lone witness who was later proven to be unreliable. As a result the appeal of his life sentence is currently in process, much to the excitement and anger, respectfully, of both his many supporters and detractors.

Yet the way his P.O. comically cowers is a stark contrast to the vibe of the prisoner. The tall, well built convict appears calm, somber even.

This was really the man that killed 27 people?

His eyes survey his surroundings with the hesitant curiosity of a puppy—nothing like the dangerous threat the courts or his P.O. make him out to be. Handed over into your uncle's care, the flighty P.O. quickly gets back on the bus, signalling the driver to get ghost quickly as if your uncle would change his mind at the last minute.

Your uncle on the other hand isn't intimidated at all by the notorious, supposedly innocent, pigtailed cold blooded killer. "Welcome to the farm, son. Like I tell everyone, just do as your told and stay outta trouble —you'll do fine I reckon. Don't fuck this up now, boy. In your case especially, this is the chance to prove yourself worthy of an appeal or its back to solitary for life Choso Kamo."

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꥟ a/n: oh hehe, i wonder what will come of toji's plan now that Farmhand!Choso has arrived 😈😩? Also y'all think he's innocent or guilty? 💕🤭 tysm for reading! lol idk if i end up writing more of this but this is my no pressure, for fun project (i whipped this up in like 3 hrs so whether i will or when it will come out i can't say~ i already have sm on my plate but farmhand!toji is special to meee and its his bday so had to run it back on him. i may come back edit this since i was rushing sorry for any mistakes! reblogs and comments appreciated!

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Roommate!Toji

Roommate!Toji who notices that you aren't exactly a ray of sunshine when you first move in, but completely understands the reasoning behind it once you explain your situation. You had to run away from your cheating ex boyfriend, because he started acting crazy when you confronted him and broke up with him all in one go.

Roommate!Toji who, despite rarely seeing you, developed the fattest crush on you and was torn between not wanting to act like a kid in elementary school about it, but also not being extremely assertive, because he thought it might turn you off.

Roommate!Toji who doesn't get to act either way around you, because you promised him that you would make yourself as unnoticeable as possible when you're home, and that you wouldn't be an issue for him, at all. You rarely leave your room when you're home, and when you see that he's in a room you need something from, you spin on your heel and immediately retreat, not coming back out for at least half an hour to ensure that he's not there anymore.

Roommate!Toji who hates that you're actually keeping your word about this. It really is like he's still living alone, until you briefly appear when you are either heading out or getting home. It's always a quiet "hi" or "goodnight" and if he's lucky, it's, "hey, Toji" and "goodnight, Toji". Sometimes, he only gets a glance from you as you quickly stride past him to get to your room. Those nights usually come with the sounds of sniffling and stuttered deep breaths, that make Toji furrow his eyebrows through a mixture of sentiments, when he hears them outside your door.

Roommate!Toji who sees you leave your room one night, all dolled up and wearing a dangerously seductive perfume he has never smelled on you before. His posture straightens like that of an obedient dog with a treat dangling in its face, and he almost stands up to follow you to the door, but he wills himself to stay down and asks the questions that are on his mind, before you leave.

Roommate!Toji who is in awe when he hears a consistent flow of your voice answering his questions about your plans, rather than just the usual quick greeting and goodnight. It's the longest you have spoken to him since you moved in and it's the sound equivalent of drizzling honey—sweet, smooth, and pleasant. With an awkward, borderline hypnotized nod, he stops being a distracting chatterbox and lets you go with a final "Well... have fun."

Roommate!Toji who does not miss another opportunity to know what is still bringing you all this misery, when you come back looking like you had the opposite of fun. As you're about to wordlessly stroll past him, to go to your room, he stops you with a "hey" and grabs a beer from his pack, extending it towards you while patting the spot on the couch next to him. It's a whole different type of relief when you inch closer, hesitantly, but take the drink and sit where he directed you to sit.

Roommate!Toji who finds the way you start out acting timidly towards him, to be adorable. You sat where he wanted you to sit, out of politeness, but you crossed your legs and arms so that you didn't accidentally touch him. That all goes out the window when your politeness does not allow you to refuse his offering of more drinks. You open up and you relax your limbs and it's as if you don't even realize—or maybe you don't care, anymore—that your shoulder and your knee is right against his.

Roommate!Toji who listens to you ramble on, tipsily, about how your ex has been finding all kinds of ways to get in contact with you, going to the extent of making new social accounts and getting new phone numbers every time he breaks character and reveals that it's him. You look bothered as you retell the amount of times your ex has told you he's sorry and that he wants you back.

Roommate!Toji who realizes you're crying when he catches the waver in your voice as you tell him that the situation is making you miserable and that you don't know what to do, anymore. It's one of the saddest things he's ever seen. Your body is trembling from your attempt to keep your emotions contained, your lips are quivering, and you're looking down at your lap, as if you're embarrassed about being upset.

Roommate!Toji who does not hesitate to pull you in for a tight hug when you hide your face with your hands. He does not mind that you're soaking his shoulder with your tears. He comforts you by caressing the back of your head and drawing circles on your back with his palm. For a brief moment, his nose has full access to the intoxicating scent you're doused in and god, it's beautiful. So fitting for you.

Roommate!Toji who wipes your cheeks with his thumbs and keeps them dry when your tears keep flowing as you recount your history with your ex and how you found out he was cheating on you. You're breaking Toji's heart, but he's not going to stop you. With how passionately and in depth you're describing it all, it really seems like he's the first to have listened to you about the subject.

Roommate!Toji whose heart drops when you tell him that if your ex finds you, you're going to have to move, again. Immediately, he's throwing out solutions. "We can get the police involved—file a restraining order..." "Got a couple pocket knives you can have..." "I can wait for you to get off work, outside your building..."

Roommate!Toji who hasn't killed anyone in years, but knows that if thrown into a situation that required him to do so, his abilities would not be rusted. All those innocent suggestions he blurted out, were merely to provide some comfort for you and to help you begin to understand that he can help you if you tell him things. Only Toji knows that if the idiot shows up looking for you, he's getting picked off without a warning.

Roommate!Toji whose heart rate increases when you smile at him with your tired, now, unintentionally sad-looking eyes, and when you wrap your arms around him this time, he finds he doesn't want to let go of you. You smell so good and you're so warm against him. He's in a daze, with this mixture of alcohol and you.

Roommate!Toji who takes this intimate moment as an opportunity to kiss you. His lips brush your shut, unmoving ones, for a solid five seconds. Clearly, you're in shock, so your lack of reciprocation during those five seconds doesn't deter him. You caught up and melted into the affection once the surprise wore off.

Roommate!Toji who knows that despite the drinks he's had, he won't be able to forget the sounds you made when he kissed up your neck. So sweet and honeyed, that it makes his stomach do flips. He could stay there all night, just leaving wet kisses all over your neck, if it means he gets to hear you like this the entire time.

Roommate!Toji who gets his own moment of shock when you lie back on the couch and start pulling up your shirt, revealing your stomach and the bottom of your pretty bra. He doesn't touch you, regardless of how much his mouth is watering and how he's itching to feel your skin beneath his hands. He appreciates the sight and the monster in his pants definitely came to life, but this is a delicate situation. Visual cues are not enough to go off of.

Roommate!Toji who asks many times for your consent, even as you're exposing more of yourself to him and pawing at his thighs. You've both had a few drinks, and though your actions all point to you wanting to do more with him, your word is everything and more. You hear "Is this okay?" "Am I making you uncomfortable?" "Are you sure?" He only continues when every answer you give to his questions is one that corresponds with feeling safe and comfortable enough to go on.

Roommate!Toji who didn't fuck you, but made genuine, caring, spirit binding love to you. He held your hands and made sure that you were fine the entire time. Whenever you would start crying and talking about the things you thought you must have been missing in your ex's eyes for things to end up this way, Toji would kiss your tears away and hush you with quiet murmurs of, "he missed out on you, baby..." "No more crying, pretty girl. He's not worth it..." "You're perfect..." All as he rocked both of you on the couch, luring mutual, gentle pleasure, for what felt like hours.

Roommate!Toji who smothers you with soft kisses when both of you finish for the nth time. He can tell you're on the brink of falling asleep, so he quickly runs to the bathroom to grab a damp towel and comes back to clean you up a little. Once he feels you're as tidy as he can get you with a simple towel, he gets dressed and carries you to your bed. The easy part was finding some underwear and pajamas for you to wear, the not so easy part was getting the clothes on you. You were out of commission, sleeping, already, while Toji was lifting and moving your limbs, trying to get your clothes on.

Roommate!Toji who eventually gets it done and turns you onto your side. The final kiss of the night is placed on your forehead, before he leaves your room.

Roommate!Toji doesn't see or hear from you for two weeks, after that night.

Roommate!Toji thinks maybe he's just not catching you at the right times. He's been following the same schedule he made in his mind, but it seems like you aren't, anymore. When he wakes up to have his morning coffee, he doesn't see you on your way out or catch a gust of that lighter mist you normally wear, and when he's on the couch later at night, skimming the channels for whatever grabs his attention, he doesn't hear your key turning the lock, signaling that you're home, before he goes to bed.

Roommate!Toji who's driving himself crazy with all the overthinking. He hasn't seen you leave or come home for days. For all he knows, you haven't even been staying in the same house. He's unknowingly pacing around the living room, racking his brain to think of what could possibly have happened. He was inviting, he listened to you and comforted you. He was a gentleman and he treated you with the delicacy of someone who's in love. Those feelings shouldn't have been lured out so easily by someone he barely sees—barely knows—but they were, and with you hiding from him, he's left to just suck it up and deal with it.

Roommate!Toji who after a few days of pretending to be stoic and careless about you not being around, feels like a loser as he waits for you to come home one night, like some loyal dog. He plans to stay up until he sees you, again, even if you don't come home until four, five, or six in the morning. He's tired of this heavy feeling in his chest that he shouldn't be feeling at all. He knows he did nothing wrong, but, clearly, there are things to talk about if something scared you off.

Roommate!Toji who hears the familiar sound of the only other key to the house, turning the lock, at two forty-five in the morning. As soon as he gets a look at your tired, pretty face, his blood starts boiling. When you simply say "goodnight" and try to walk away like you normally do, he stops you with a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Almost instantly, he becomes aware of how scary the restraining gesture must be to you and lets go.

Roommate!Toji notices the extra tiredness on your face. Not just the 'almost three in the morning' tiredness, but the 'haven't gotten good sleep in a while' tiredness, as well. The bags under your eyes are prominent and your eyes are lidded, like you're fighting to keep them open. He wonders if you're really losing so much sleep just to avoid him.

Roommate!Toji who doesn't stay wondering and asks you every single question he's had about you going around him these past two weeks. He doesn't accept your quick responses and variations of simply being busy. How did you suddenly get so busy once you saw each other naked? It's a pretty big coincidence.

Roommate!Toji who doesn't have the heart to talk to you in a stern manner to express the awful feelings he's had for the last couple weeks. Not when you look so pitifully exhausted, like you're about to drop any second. He lets you go, with the condition being that the conversation will be picked up again the next day. He sees the hesitance on your face, like it's something you don't want to pick up, again, but you agree, anyway, and head off to your room.

Roommate!Toji stays up in bed for a little while longer, wondering about many things regarding you. Will you keep your word and follow through with the conversation in the morning, or will you be gone before he wakes up, again? What made things weird? Why did you make yourself completely invisible as opposed to keeping things the way they were before?

Roommate!Toji whose mind begins to wander when he starts thinking of your pretty face. Even with all the fatigue that currently litters your features, you're gorgeous and flashbacks of that night come to mind. The gloominess on your face when you came home from your time out, the sadness that showed itself as you let him in on a difficult part of your life, and then the hopeful look on your face when he offered to help you. It was the equivalent of a beautiful sunrise, and he would, undoubtedly, kiss you, again, if he were given a chance to redo that moment.

Roommate!Toji who feels pathetic when the front of his boxer briefs start feeling tighter, just at the thought of your face. Though, your expressions were all pretty, that night, they weren't all innocent. He can vividly picture your orgasm face and the sounds that came with it. It's enough for him to impatiently kick off his boxers and use all those images and thoughts of you to alleviate the pressure he's feeling below.

Roommate!Toji whose shame only comes from the fact that he's doing this at three-something in the morning, while you're two rooms down the hall, hopefully, recovering from your lack of sleep. His shame quickly loses its prominence when all the thoughts of you and the stroking motions of his hand cloud his mind. You were the softest, most delicate thing, and every touch, kiss, and more, called for the sweetest croons from you. It truly was a reward whenever his name made it past your lips, in that honeyed voice he can't get enough of. He got to locate the source of that perfume on your skin that makes him feral and he drowned in the loudness of its ambrosial notes.

Roommate!Toji who is unaware of how loud he's being. He thinks he's doing a good job of stifling his sounds, but it's all futile when he reaches his peak and releases all the uncontrolled stuttered breaths and groans. Deep voiced expletives are the only words he can mutter through the euphoric feeling, because your name can't be thrown into his perverted activity. At least not when you're home. Once he blinks open his eyes, and comes down from his post-orgasm haze, he cleans himself up with his boxers and goes to sleep butt naked. He's too tired to get up and change, and it would be pointless since he's going to shower when he gets up, anyway.

Roommate!Toji who leaves his room a few hours later in the morning—after showering, of course—and is surprised to see you sitting at the table on your phone. You look like you're ready to head out for the day, but you're there, as promised, with a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. He finds it funny how long it takes for you to notice he's standing there, but when you do see him, you greet him as you normally do, and this time, you stay. He accepts your offering of coffee and sits in the chair next to you, ready to dive into this possibly awkward conversation.

Roommate!Toji who does not expect you to start out by apologizing, profusely, saying you didn't mean to make it seem like he did something wrong and that you didn't know how to go about seeing him the next day, after everything. He hears you out as you reassure him that your consent for that night stands and that you were fine the morning after. You looked nervous the entire time, like you were expecting him to lash out on you for what you chose to do, instead of just talking to him.

Roommate!Toji takes his part in reassuring you as well. He lets you know that he's not upset with you, anymore, and that when he was, it was out of concern for the amount of time that had gone by without a single notice of you being okay after that night. He reminds you that you have his number, and that anything you don't feel comfortable telling him in person, you could always tell him through text or on the phone, yet, you didn't do either one of those things, and that only further added to his worry of having possibly wronged you in some way.

Roommate!Toji who gets an in depth explanation for why you avoided him, and it's unfortunately rooted to the man who hurt you, emotionally and mentally. You explain that you don't fear commitment, but it's hard to trust people enough to get close. You tell him that he's the first to have seen you in such a vulnerable state since your ex and it was scary to know that you offered such an intimate part of yourself to someone who possibly saw it as just something to simply derive pleasure from. He understood when you elaborated and said that you don't know him well enough and you don't know his intentions, so you figured it was best to keep your distance, before you put yourself into a situation that would leave you feeling like you're being used.

Roommate!Toji who takes what you said into consideration, but also takes advantage of how jittery he feels after finishing his coffee and just sitting there, to admit that he likes you and that he would like to get to know you. His leg is bouncing under the table, but he's definitely not nervous... It's just the caffeine and its weird effect.

Roommate!Toji who doesn't feel the slightest bit disappointed when you tell him that you should get to know each other as friends, first. It kind of stings, considering how much he thinks about you, and he definitely can't pretend like he hasn't seen the body under your clothes, but he's determined to prove that he likes you. If that means more nights spent comforting you when the self doubt starts gnawing at you, again, and assuring you countless times that nothing will ever threaten your safety, then so be it.

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