#you didn't read that—everything is fine!

[harrysfolklore]

i’ve always loved the piastri sis lore because the sibling dynamic is so healthy but just to switch it up a little bit in the tiny verstappen!sis universe i can imagine her skipping out on the WDC celebrations with max and be with charles instead and max is a little mad at her at qatar until kelly knocks sense into him 🥰

verstappen!sister was one of the first f1 fics i ever posted 🥺🥺 its kinda heartwarming that you guys still remember it and want to read more about them! it was nice to take a dip into that little world agai, i hope you like this!

READ VERSTAPPEN!YN HERE

The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred through as you rushed through the paddock, your heart torn between two directions. Behind you, the thunderous celebration at Red Bull's garage continued – your brother Max had just sealed his fourth world championship. Any other day, you'd be right there, spraying champagne and screaming until your voice gave out.

But right now, all you could think about was Charles.

You found him in the Ferrari cooldown room, still in his race suit, head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, those green eyes stormy with frustration.

"Mon coeur," he whispered, and despite his evident pain, his lips curved into a small smile at the sight of you. "You're here."

You crossed the room quickly, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "Of course I'm here. Always."

"I had it," he mumbled against your skin. "I had the pace, the position... everything. Then they called me in at the worst possible moment—" His voice cracked slightly.

You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know, baby. I watched the whole thing."

Charles pulled back slightly, cupping your face with both hands. "You should be celebrating with Max, though. It's his championship. I don't want to take you away from that."

"You're not taking me anywhere," you said firmly, pressing your forehead to his. "I choose to be here."

He kissed you softly, gratefully. "Je t'aime. What did I do to deserve you?"

"Existed," you smiled against his lips. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

As you were leaving the cooldown room, hand in hand with Charles, you nearly collided with Max in the corridor. Your brother was still in his race suit, championship cap askew, smelling of champagne and victory.

"YN?" His voice was smaller than usual. "Where were you? Everyone was asking... we were all celebrating and you just disappeared."

Guilt twisted in your stomach. "Max, I'm so sorry, I—"

"She was with me," Charles said quietly, squeezing your hand.

Max's face fell slightly, though he tried to hide it. "Oh." He looked between you both, jaw working like he was trying to find the right words. "I thought... it's the championship, YN. Our fourth championship."

"I know," you said, stepping forward to hug him tightly. "And I'm so, so proud of you. You were incredible out there. But Charles needed me."

Max returned the hug, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. When he pulled back, his expression was complicated – hurt mixed with resignation.

"Sure, whatever. Stay with your boyfriend." He shook his head, jaw clenched. "It's fine. Not like it's my fourth world championship or anything."

The sarcasm in his voice cut deep. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Charles standing in the corridor.

The next morning, you found Max in the hotel gym, pounding away at a treadmill despite probably being hungover from the celebrations. You knew your brother well enough to recognize when he was working out his frustrations physically.

"Max," you called out softly.

He didn't look at you, just kept running. "Shouldn't you be with Charles?"

"Can we talk? Please?"

He jabbed at the treadmill controls, slowing to a stop. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was guarded. "About what? About how you ditched your own brother's championship celebration to comfort your boyfriend? Because he finished P4?" He grabbed his towel, wiping his face roughly. "Real nice, sister."

"That's not fair and you know it."

"Kelly already gave me the whole speech last night, you know," he said, "Something about 'understanding love' and 'being supportive' and how she'd do the same for me."

"And?"

"And I told her she's supposed to be on my side," he said, but there was less heat in his voice than before. "She just laughed at me."

You sat down on a nearby bench, and after a moment, he joined you. "I'm still mad," he admitted. "And it's still weird as hell that my sister is dating Charles bloody Leclerc of all people."

"Could be worse," you tried. "Could've been Lewis."

"Don't even joke about that," he groaned, but you caught the tiny smile he tried to hide. His face turned serious again. "Kelly made some good points though. About how she'd choose to be with me if I was struggling after a race, even if it meant missing something important. Still doesn't mean I like it."

"I really am sorry about disappearing like that."

"I wanted my sister there," Max's voice cracked slightly. "You've been there for every important moment in my career. Every single one. Until yesterday. It's like ever since you started dating him, I'm losing my little sister bit by bit."

"You're not losing me, Max. You're my brother, nothing will ever change that. But Charles...I love him."

Max was quiet for a long moment. "You really love him that much? It's that serious?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "It is."

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I still don't like it. And I'm still mad about yesterday." He paused, then added grudgingly, "But I guess I need to get used to sharing you. Just... don't disappear on me like that again, okay? I had to listen to Helmut asking if you were sick or something. Do you know how awkward it was explaining that my sister was too busy consoling a Ferrari driver to celebrate with us?"

"Did you actually tell him that?"

"No, I told him you had a headache. You're welcome, by the way." He paused. "But seriously, YN. I get that you love him or whatever—" he made a face at the words, "—but you're still my sister."

"And you're still my annoying big brother," you leaned against his shoulder. "So... fourth championship, huh? Getting a bit boring now, isn't it?"

"Never," he grinned, then added more seriously, "Would've been better with you there though."

"I'll make it up to you. Plus, there's still family dinner tonight."

"Yeah, about that..." Max's expression turned mischievous. "I might have told Mom to make that really spicy Indonesian dish Charles couldn't handle last time."

"Max!"

"What? If he's going to be family, he needs to build up his tolerance," he said innocently. "Besides, it's payback for making me miss my sister at my championship celebration."

"You're impossible."

"Yeah, but I'm a four-time world champion impossible brother," he smirked, pulling you into a headlock like when you were kids. "And don't you forget it."

[auroracalisto]

with all the power in oz

movie!fiyero x gn!reader, 2.2k words summary: the reader, rather anxious and studious, finds their self head-over-heels with none other than fiyero, supposed boyfriend to galinda upland. to placate this, they somewhat agree to meet him at the ozdust ballroom. a/n: YOU pronouns are used to address the reader, but there is no usage of y/n. just watched the movie today. tried to find a fic, couldn't. here I am writing one instead. reader worries a lot. so me. you're welcome. also, I'm going into this blind. I have unfortunately never seen the actual musical (downsides to living in the middle of nowhere) so I'm only going off based on wikis and the movie. it should be gn as I read through it like... five different times, but please let me know if I missed something!

Breathtaking. That's what he was. But could you truly refer to a man like him as breathtaking?

The very features that graced his face were absolutely mesmerizing, and you felt like a fool watching him at times. How could you not? He seemed so full of life, so full of... well, not a care in the world, really. It was as if he brushed everything off of his shoulders without hesitation.

You could only wished you were the same way.

No cares, no worries. How lovely that would have been.

No, you hold onto the things that happen to you as if you have no other way to live. You hold grudges, you think over things that happened years ago that no one could possibly remember.

For someone who wished to be a sorcerer, you had a hard time simply letting things go. Your emotions often got the better of you, even when you knew better. Even when you wished it could be the opposite. But perhaps that was the way of the world.

Not a man in Oz could tell you otherwise.

Books in hands, you crossed the path to your dormitory, brows cinched together in mild concentration.

You had a project in your history class, and an extensive paper to complete on the study of mathematics—of all the things you could have had, a paper in mathematics. You'd rather perform magic in front of the entire student body, but you couldn't.

As you walked, you heard your name come from behind you. Eyes flicker back, a soft frown on your lips. You see him—Fiyero. The one fool you meant to avoid with all the gumption within you.

You'd melt just being near him.

"Fiyero," you softly greet.

He gave you a charming smile, coming up to walk with you. "Heading back already?" he asked.

"I am."

"Working on the project, hm? We could work on it together if you'd like. I'm sure our minds could do wonders," he said, a playful wink coming from him.

"I'm fine," you simply said.

He blinked slowly, but his smile never wavered. "Come now," he said, your name leaving his lips rather sweetly. "Surely you're not going to spend the rest of your evening alone. Why don't you come to Ozdust tonight?"

You looked back at him, frowning. "Ozdust. Me. I don't think so, Fiyero."

"And why not? I'm sure you'd be as dashing as ever."

You stopped in your steps, eyes searching his for but a moment. "Dashing. Are you in earnest, Fiyero?"

"Yes," he said, smiling.

"And what of Galinda? You'll be with her. Why invite me?"

"She doesn't need to know. It's not her business," he said. "Besides, she will be busy with Elphaba. I'd much rather spend time with you."

"And I think you're just pulling my leg," you said defensively. You crossed your arms over your chest, careful to keep your books close.

"Pulling your leg? I haven't even touched you," he said, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Come now, don't play coy. You should come."

"And if I do?"

"Then I'll be quite happy."

You rolled your eyes and went to walk away.

A hand wrapped around your bicep, and you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him.

His eyes widened a bit and he dropped his hand, albeit hesitantly. Perhaps he didn't think he would actually reach out to you. He cleared his throat.

"I really would like you to be there. You'll have the time of your life."

"The time of my life," you repeated. "I don't think you realize how much I dread parties."

"Have you ever been to one?"

"No."

"Then how do you know you dread them?"

"I just know," you said. "I feel it in my bones. I know going will just get on my nerves."

He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "I think you're foolish for that," he said. "Come on. What are you losing? A couple hours to work on a project that you know you could finish in a morning session? You'll be fine. Come to the Ozdust tonight. I'll show you a good time."

You clenched your jaw. "I don't want—"

"—I would like you to be there. That is all. I won't ask again." He gave you another small smile before he looked away. "I'll see you around. Perhaps tonight?"

You stared him down. He would like to see you there? Was he being honest? And what of Galinda? Would he be going behind her back? Wasn't he madly in love with her, or something? Or was it the other way around?

He said your name once more, and you looked up at him, letting out a soft sigh.

"Right. Perhaps tonight," you softly said.

The smile on his lips was rather... hopeful than anything else. There wasn't anything smarmy by it. He seemed as genuine as the glint in his eye—the one he used when he spoke with anyone he trusted. At least, you hoped so.

The night came quickly as you finished up your outfit—one you would hope you didn't look completely foolish in. The color you chose seemed to fit well with almost anything, but you still worried. You always worried about something.

Time was of the essence. You weren't even supposed to leave Shiz University's campus, but here you were, sneaking like some scoundrel.

Well, perhaps you were, listening to the requests of a man who already had a girlfriend—a fantastically beautiful one at that.

But you paid no mind. You did what you could, and soon, you found yourself walking down the steps of the Ozdust Ballroom.

Never had you been in a place like this. It was almost... breathtaking, had it not been for the overpowering smells of perfume and some kind of drink wafting from the bar. Your eyes flitted from patron to patron until you finally spotted him—Fiyero.

He looked just as handsome as ever.

Good Oz, what in the world were you doing? This was foolish.

You took a step back, staring at Fiyero for a moment as he spoke with another man, drink in hand. You needed to leave. This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous! Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself to do such a thing—

"You made it!"

Fiyero's voice rang out above the music.

You look to him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Because of course he saw you as soon as you had decided to leave.

Fiyero smiled and made his way to you, taking your hands in his, drink left with the confused man behind him. Surely he didn't just up and leave in the middle of his conversation.

You part your lips and go to speak, but to your dismay, Fiyero is instant.

"I was afraid you had changed your mind," he said. "You look ravishing, darling."

Your eyes widened. Ravishing? You'd been called many things in your life, but never ravishing.

"Galinda couldn't make it?" you asked.

"Wha—no, she couldn't. But what of it? I didn't ask her to the Ozdust, I asked you. I'm glad to see your face."

Warmth blossomed in your cheeks as you watched him. "Fiyero, please... I shouldn't be here."

"Oh, nonsense," he said, grinning all the while. "Come. Dance with me."

"But I don't—"

"—do not say you don't dance. I can teach you."

"Teach me?"

"It's as easy as breathing," he said.

"For you, maybe, but not for—"

"—humor me," he said, smiling.

You pursed your lips. Of course he had to give you that charming smile and the sweet bat of his eyelashes.

"I do not dance," you repeated.

"I think I will be the judge of that."

He grabbed your hands once more and pulled you out into the ballroom floor, smiling all the while.

"You'll be a natural. I can just see it."

"I feel like if I were a natural, you wouldn't have to teach me," you said, gasping as he pulled you close to his chest. His face was dangerously close to yours, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"You know," he began, eyes flickering back to your eyes. "We all start somewhere, do we not? You should know that better than anyone."

"What? What does that—"

He interrupted you by spinning you by your arm, back into his embrace. The music was rather ambient, not quite one for dancing so enthusiastically, but Fiyero embraced it. Hand to your hand, face close to your face.

"See? A natural."

"You merely spun me around, Fiyero. Do not be foolish."

"You could have fell flat on your face," he said, a boyish grin evident on his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that," you defiantly said. "You are far too close to me for my liking."

"Oh, feisty, are we?" he asked, moving his body along to the music and forcing you to go along, too. You nearly stepped on his toes several times. "I do not think there is anything wrong with the way I'm looking at you. You're rather breathtaking, if I may."

Breathtaking. The same way you had described him only hours before. He wasn't a mind reader, was he?

No.

Of course not. That was foolish. He was merely a man. Nothing of great importance—no power within him other than the power he held in every single eyelash as they batted down at you, making you melt over and over again.

"What of Galinda?" you repeated.

"What of her?"

"You shouldn't be calling someone who isn't yours breathtaking. It's quite..."

"There is nothing wrong with admiring the beauty in front of me," he said, your name playfully leaving his tongue. "Look at me. Galinda and I are only friends."

You rolled your eyes. "Do not lie to me."

His eyes widened a bit. "Lie? I do not lie. We are friends and nothing more. Though I do believe she thinks differently..."

"She must," you said, huffing softly.

"But that does not make it true. I have eyes for someone else."

"Eyes for someone else?"

He tilted his head once more. He was rather endearing when he did that.

"Who did I ask to their very first party?" he asked, smiling. "It's quite a feat, isn't it? Afraid you wouldn't show, and then you do, questioning me and everything I stand for, hm?"

Warmth found its way to your cheeks once more. You looked away from him. With the crescendo of the music, Fiyero pulled you closer, fingers lacing with yours. His lips hover dangerously close to yours.

"You know, if you would just give it a chance, perhaps you and I could make some magic of our own."

You let out a curt laugh. "You—oh, good Oz, I hope you never use that line on anyone! Has that worked for you before?"

He gave a cheeky smile. "It seems like it's working on you."

"Absolutely not!"

"Not even a little!"

"No!"

His smile only seemed to grow. "Truly?"

You looked away, swallowing thickly. "I mean... no. Not even a little. Not at all."

"You're lying," he said.

"I am not."

"I do think I know what I'm talking about," he said, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. "Come now," he said. "Stop with the lies."

You looked up at him, a soft huff escaping you.

"Fine. I lied. It may or may not be working. But it's not just because of what you said."

"Oh? Are you saying you like me for more than my suave words?"

"Suave words? Who in Oz said they were suave?"

He just smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips once more. "Do you think instead of just a dance, I could try something more?"

"Try what?"

"I think you know."

You blinked slowly at him, your fingers gently gripping onto his tunic. Your lips part in mild surprise, but you realize that you shouldn't have been. He'd been eyeing you the entire evening.

"Very well," you softly said.

"Wonderful," he replied, and in a swift motion, he pressed his lips to yours. It was short as he pulled back almost as soon as he had kissed you, but it was enough to keep you wanting more.

"Fiyero, that wasn't—"

"—come with me," he softly said, lacing his fingers with yours once more. "Somewhere without so many prying eyes, yes?"

Your answer was almost instant: "Yes."

Fiyero led you back up the staircase, and he didn't look back once at the ballroom.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"Somewhere where I can see you and only you," he said. "If that's alright."

"Oh," you softly said. "Yes. That's alright."

"Then follow me," he said. "Do you trust me?"

You smiled sincerely for one of the first times in the evening. Did you trust him? What kind of foolish question was that? If you had the chance, you'd do whatever he'd ask of you. You found your answer rather quickly, knowing within yourself that it was far truer than any other statement you had ever uttered.

"With all the power in Oz."

[crazyvik97rpg]

Sebastian didn't have to wait long for William at all. He was happily waiting in his room, sitting on his bed still and reading through some of the documents he got. Once William was here - well, he wanted to read through the most important things too, to just know if he had any questions but everything was clear!

Oh, Sebastian was beyond happy to see him! He felt all giddy, way better than days before. His stomach was fine taking any kind of food now and he couldn't wait for William's promised burger for dinner today. But even better than that - he would come home. To his cats, his boyfriend. And William even revealed a little surprise - he brought Dexter over with him! So seven cats to cuddle - there literally couldn't be anything better.

"Awe, really? You brought him? ...That's great, honestly...I feel much better today", Sebastian smiled and slid off his bed to take William's hand, while his boyfriend very generously took his bag with spare clothes and such. Sebastian took the flowers and documents with him. Sebastian, unfortunately, still had his drainage so Dr Cole had explained to him exactly how to care for it - as well as gave him written instructions. One last good bye to Mr Shaw, his roommate - then they were on their way. Finally. Heading home.

When they left the hospital together, Sebastian felt the chilly breeze brush over his face and William's warm hand against his, squeezing. He didn't park far but they had to walk only a little bit. "Do you think we could get something sweet too on the way to the pharmacy?", Sebastian asked once they got to the car and he sat down on the passenger's seat. Sebastian had become quite the passenger prince, heh. William was a great driver anyway. "Like-...a croissant or something? I had breakfast but...I'm still kinda hungry", he smiled a little, just giddy and happy about the fact that they were finally together. And that they were going to spend a whole day together.

"Thank you so much, love. For today, I mean. You didn't have to take the day off and I know Sunday was very busy for you, so...thank you, I love you. I can't wait to get home and spend the day with you".

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[itsafairytalekay]

𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍!

Desc: reader is chubby with glasses and a crooked smile!! <3

Character: Kento Nanami.

You were getting ready for a date this fine evening which nanami planned suddenly because he came from work earlier that day, he loves celebrating you in these little moments.

You we're standing in front of the mirror trying on dresses for your date, so far you didn't like any of them 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Kento was waiting for you patiently on his reading chair, he was looking with adoration in his eyes, so far he has complimented every dress you wore and told you how you looked sooo good with everyone of then on.

"That colour suits you very much, honey"

"That makes your body look very nice"

"Oh honey, I can't stop looking at you"

"I apologize my love, how do you make them look so good on you"

At this point, you were so used to his comments, everytime you tried a different dress, your eyes went to him for one.

But, you weren't satisfied, you always were a little insecure of your body, you were always a little chubbier than your friends, you wore glasses and you had a smile which was a little crooked. Kento was always sure to love you enough for the both of you, he was an introvert but he tried his best to always reassure you.

"Kentooooo!! I look fat in this! "

"Oh honey why do you think that it's a bad thing?, I think you look good"

"Then, my glasses make me look like a nerd!! "

"You mean knowledgeable and smart? "

"I hate my smile? "

"It lights my world"

"Ughhh kento!! How do u always do this?? "

He pulls you on his lap and you lay on his chest 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

"Do you think I don't notice how you always compare yourself to other girls and look down disappointed, how you hide ur mouth when you laugh, how you try to wear contacts as much as possible? "

".... "

"My love, you are my wife, I notice everything about you because the only woman I look at is you!, your heart is the one I fell in love with sure, but that doesn't mean your features hasn't attracted me first, I am ashamed of noticing your looks first, but you were just so lovely and elegant"

"Really ken? "

"Yes, you spoke to me so kindly with elegance, I had seen you helping you freshmen on campus so many times, you are such a great woman, I like your focused face when you're wiping your glasses, when you're enjoying your food, you clap your hands so cutely, you're so knowledgeable and respected by your peers, your smile lights up my world, don't ever think to hide it please."

"Thank you very much, ken" You hug him and start sobbing quietly and he pats your head while cradling your form.

"My love, I wanna hold you forever but I'm afraid we'll miss our reservation"

Comments are appreciated!!! (๑'ᴗ')ゞ

[cherriesformatt]

eyes || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt is making a tiktok with reader when she is with the animals from the petting zoo video

warnings: fluff

word count: 692

a/n: I know its been months but I thought about it and I mix some new content with the request. Hope thats okay. have a good week besties 🍒

based on this request

I was so excited that Matt let me hang out with the animals after they finished filming the video. Chris and Matt surprised Nick with petting zoo in the living room and I was on another planet when I found out. The lady brought the animals as we helped her and I was so happy that I didn't even care if I was on the video or not. For the main part of it I went and hang out upstairs because I still rather not want to be the main attraction of it. When I was reading my book I was just waiting for the text from Matt that I could come back down because they finished filming. And when I got it I almost jumped out of bed. I was mostly excited to hang out with the goat and the little hedgehog.

"What did you think?" I asked Nick with a big grin as I kneeled to pet the goat.

"I am never leaving the house again" Nick answered me and I laughed.

"They all are the cutest" I said in the baby voice as I walk to Chris.

"May I hold him now?" I asked him for a turn with the hedgehog.

"Of course" Chris nodded and carefully handed me the animal.

I held him and talked to him as my eyed were focused on the animal all the time. I was tickling his belly as I was smiling and talking to it as I would talk to the baby. I wasn't aware of Matt filming me.

After we said goodbye to all the animals and cleans the house as we could I helped Matt cleaning his room a bit.

"We need to hire people to professionally clean the hose because I swear I still smell the barn" He said as he came back to his room in only a towel. We took turns in taking a shower after we were done with the animals.

"Yes, I usually would say you're being dramatic but now I actually smell it too" I said putting clothes back to his closet.

"Thank you, you shouldn't do that I would clean it myself" Matt said while putting clean underwear on.

"Well I didn't have space on the bed so I had to do something" I laughed and handed him pair of pajama pants.

He laughed while he took them from me. After he put them on he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple.

"You're the best...Sorry it was such a mess here buy I just had to throw everything from the living room" He said as he tugged string of my hair behind my ear.

"It's fine I do not care" I said looking up at him.

"Oh I know you do" He smirked.

"You right...."I said and he leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss.

He knew I had a bit of a thing if it comes to having a clean space.

"Wanna watch something?" He asked as he moved away and he went to put a shirt on.

I nodded and climbed in bed. I found the remote and put on the tv.

"I will grab some snacks and water" He said and left the room.

As I was waiting for him to come back I checked my phone. I had so many TikTok notifications. I was bit surprised when I checked and saw that Matt tagged me in a video.

It was him looking at something with a big smile and then camera switched and there was I with the animals. It was a very cute video I smiled and licked it and commended with a heart. People were being very nice in the comments so I did answered some comments and when he came back I smiled at him.

"You posted me on TikTok" I said.

"I did...Sorry I did not asked you, is that okay?" He climbed next to me.

"It's fine I like it... love you Matt" I said and kissed his cheek.

"Love you too y/n" he smiled putting a blanked on us.

Could not imagine this day to be more perfect.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Do we know how Price came to his hat?

How about Nik gave it to him shortly after they met, because young Price got horribly sunburned on his face and neck, the translucent (and at that time not yet so freckly) fucker. He kept it every since. It's practical! It's only because it's practical, you see. No other reason.

Nik POV: That's my ha- nevermind, I'll never get it back (insert budding feelings accompanied by possessive pride that Price wears some of his)

Fuuuck, I love this so much. I usually have the cigar habit as something Nik gave him, but this is equally as delicious.

Maybe they were conducting an op in the middle east somewhere. It was a dry heat out in the desert so Price didn't notice it as much. He was used to the clammy, uncomfortable heat we get in the UK. To him, that's heat, the kind that makes you soak through your shirt at the back, under your arms, under your damn tits.

The dry desert crept up on him and while he absolutely recognised the importance of maintaining himself properly so that he didn't jeopardise their mission, he had been single-mindedly focused on everyone and everything else besides. He didn't realise he was dehydrated until he started getting dizzy while looking over a map with Mac and Nik.

Mac took one look at him and grunted. "When's the last time ye took a pish?"

Price couldn't fuckin' remember, could he? He looked at his captain stupidly, dry mouth sticky and cloying.

"Fer fuck sake, g'wan back tae the tent, ye dafty. If ah see ye out here before ye've sunk a litre, ah'll skelp ye. Nik, get him outta my sight."

So, Nik walked Price back to the tent they were storing a few crates worth of explosives in and sat him down with a Camelbak full of cold water. Once Price started drinking, he couldn't stop, it was possibly the best thing he had ever tasted in his bloody life. It didn't matter that half of it sloshed down his stubbled chin onto his shirt.

"Ah, ah, take it easy, lieutenant," Nik said, placing one of his big hands over Price's wrist. "You will make yourself sick." He smiled big, unabashed, and Price looked at himself in those mirrored aviators with a faint scowl. It was unreasonable how good-lookin' Nik was in a backwards khaki patrol cap and sunglasses. Shouldn't Russians burn in the heat? They were fifty percent snow, weren't they?

"'m fine," Price sniffed, always a little defensive around Nikolai, and now feeling extra sensitive after getting bollocked in front of him.

He hated that Nik made him feel his age. Twenty-three was young for a lieutenant but it was never usually a problem. People saw his scores, his records, his medals even now, and they forgot his age. But Nik had a way of reminding Price that, while he was looking up swearwords in the French dictionary at school to try and impress Tracy from class 9B2, Nik was already flying Sukhois and learning fifty ways to kill a man.

Nik nodded and they sat in silence for a while. Price's eyes wandered to the tent flap, and he was returning to the map in his mind when Nik's fingers, cool from where they had been holding the water bottle, touched his ears. They felt like shards of ice. "Ah, wossat fer, ya muppet?" He grumbled.

Nik's grin grew a little wider. "Your ears have burned, and the back of your neck."

"Fuck sake, I put factor fifty on this mornin'..." Price traced his fingers from his ear down his neck. The burning stopped at the line of his shemagh, which had offered some protection, even soaked in sweat.

"Da, but you are... hmm, svyetlokozshee, uh.." Nik's eyes flicked back and forth as if reading from an internal dictionary, "ah, fair-skinned."

It was damn impressive how he did that. His file had said eight languages. English was number eight. Mac had said something about mensa international having a file on Nik too. Too intelligent to be slumming it in the desert with the SAS, and yet here he was.

The way Nik said fair-skinned sounded far too fond and Price's skin would be blushing if it wasn't already red. He decided not to examine the reaction too closely. Price touched his ears gingerly, and scrunched his nose. "Great."

"You must look after yourself, lieutenant. You are the most valuable asset here." Nik dropped his pack from his shoulder and began rummaging through. He pulled out a roll of khaki and shoved it into Price's hands. When Price unrolled it, he puffed a laugh.

"A boonie hat, you jossin' me?"

Nik looked at him blankly.

"Oh, uh... Takin' the piss, as in, I'm gonna look like a twat if I wear this."

Nik rolled his shoulders in an 'eh' shrug that made Price want to shove the hat in his mouth. "You will look like a twat if you faint in the heat and the captain has to carry you out under fire."

Price licked the salt from his lips, fixing Nik with a long stare, hating the fact that he was right more than he hated the boonie hat. "Fair," he said, finally. He unrolled it, flattened out the brim, and shoved it on his head, picking up the water bottle for another long drink.

Nik watched him, eyes invisible behind his aviators, but Price was sure he was... admiring. Just felt it. Nik always looked at him in ways like that. Fuck knows why. "Wot?" Price asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his wrist.

"Hm, just... an echo of tomorrow."

"You are bloody odd, Nik."

"Da," Nik conceded, slapping his knees before he rolled to his feet. "I will tell the captain you are almost ready. Two hundred and fifty more millilitres to go, such a good boy."

A shiver of something not entirely unpleasant ran down Price's spine, and he growled. "Just for that I'm gonna tip it on the floor."

"No, you will not." Nik didn't even look back as he walked out of the tent.

Price scowled, flashed his middle finger at Nik's back, and drank the last quarter of a litre as petulantly as he could muster. "Fuckin' wanker..."

[mcraftdoodles]

Please take care of yourself and your mental health. I am so sorry for everything that happened. Stay safe

So I just woke up to a tonne of DMs and asks on all my socials. Thank you all, I was very confused until I read the news.

Stress and Iskall were my favourite hermits and I am saddened by the news as it means we will never see a finished murder street.

Now, from what I have seen since waking up, is that Mumbo stated no minors were involved and Doc saying the hermits cannot talk about it.

I have no idea what is happening and while I could DM Iskall and Stress I do not wish to break their privacy and cause them more issues while this is still a hot topic.

In terms of fandom I see more complaints about Doc online than I do any other hermit so I have no idea what complaints would have made them resign, as the only public ones featuring Iskall and Stress is that they are often away from the server, Stress is always away the same time of year due to her kids, and Iskall was facing burn out and later developing VHSMP, so idk.

I personally have had no issues with them either publicly or privately via DMs. Stress has always been sweet, and Iskall, well, there's only one complaint I have with Iskall, but that's why he tends to always pay a rush fee. Man leaves things to the last second, which I come to expect, even with the TCG cards I was added because Iskall saw a message from Beef stating if he didn't respond he wouldn't be involved with his cards, and managed to see that within the time frame Beef gave it was like 12h or 24h I can't remember, and so I was added last minute and had only a month to draw them. This is already public knowledge as Iskall mentioned it on stream. But seriously, that is my only complaint at this current time. Is he is blind to time.

So I am fine, until it is public knowledge about why he resigned, I will have no stance. He has done nothing wrong to me, and as far as knowledge goes, no minors were involved.

[awriterinthenight]

"I Have What?"

requested: @narkissistikos

words: 3267

warnings: swearing, suicide references, reader gets attacked, (I know the title is kinda bad, but if you read the story, then it's kinda funny), Miranda is actually a bitch like I hate people like her

summary: You're a mortal who keeps seeing weird monsters, but everyone thinks you're crazy, so when you're at an amusement park and get attacked by a monster, you meet the one and only Luke Castellan

Everyone said you were crazy, that none of it was real. Your parents didn't believe you, they thought you just had a wild imagination, your friends tried to ignore the weird things you told them about, and everyone judged you when they would you talk of monsters. Monsters weren't real was what everyone told you, but you would swear on the gods that they were, and that you could see them.

Eventually you were brought to a doctor, but they also called you crazy, an attention seeker, or that you just had a wild imagination. Everyone thought you just saw these things because you were always cooped up in your room drawing fantasy creatures from old myths. Your doctor recommended going outside, hanging out with friends, and trying to forget all the weird things you believed you say.

So once your parents told your friends, your friends decided what better to do than bring you to an amusement park. How could you not have fun there with the endless rides, greasy food, and the sound of hundreds of screaming kids? So fun (I'm being sarcastic).

You needed this, which was a major lie your friends and family told you. Just like every rich family, they can't have their little screw up who might be crazy, being shown out in public that way. So now here you are, three doctors, a bunch of medication that didn't work, and about 20 cover ups of your "stunts" (as your parents called them), later in your own personal hell, have fun.

"First we should do the Tilt-A-Whirl, then we can go on the bumper cars, then get food, then head to the Ferris Wheel," Stephanie said. With her everything had to be planned out, which wasn't so bad, but sometimes it sucked since then no one could divert from the schedule.

"I think that guy is looking at me. Do you think he's cute? Cause he's cute," Miranda said, looking at something that looked like it crawled onto Earth. Miranda was one of those girls who only talked about guys, and by the time you had a full conversation with her, you'd wish someone would pick her already.

Now you might be thinking, 'why would you be friends with those two if they made you want to jump off the top of the Ferris Wheel'. Well Little Sally, the only reason we hangout with them is because we have to. Stephanie was your mom's best friend's daughter, so if you two weren't friends then apparently your mom's had failed as friends, which made zero sense, but whatever. And Miranda was apparently a package deal (that no one ordered) with Stephanie.

The only decent one in your group was Christina. She didn't talk much, but the glances the two of you sent each other were louder than Miranda's laugh when a guy was around. Christina had been your friend since the beginning of middle school, and for some reason stuck around till now. She was your only real friend in your life, and the only one who cared. She might've thought you were also a bit crazy, but hey, it at least made you funny.

"Let's just get this over with," you said, walking towards the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Miranda groaned, "Don't be such a bummer, we're here to have fun," you and Miranda probably would've murdered each other by now if it wasn't for Christina reminding you that colleges don't accept you if you have a murder charge.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from her as Christina spoke to you, "If you don't upset her too much, then I'll buy you a slushie as compensation."

"Fine, but only if it's blue," you only drank blue slushies, they were like crack to you. You had made it through the Tilt-A-Whirl without hurling the two girls off the ride, and had made it through bumper cars with running them over either, so a wins a win I guess.

You were getting food now, since you were more likely to murder someone on an empty stomach, which was not a good thing when Miranda was around. Christina was busy getting you guys slushies like she promised you, while Miranda was flirting with the cashier when she was supposed to be getting you burgers. You stood in line for cheese fries when something caught your eye.

'Was that a snake!' you questioned yourself, as you swore you saw a snake slither out of the hat the cashier at the popcorn stand was wearing. You tried to slow down your breathing since it sped up from the shock. 'It's just another reason they think you're crazy. Don't let them think you're crazy’ the words everyone told you ringing through your head again.

The guy behind you seemed to notice that you seemed a bit out of it, "Cool shirt," he said, referring to your AC/DC shirt.

It caught you off guard, and you had to look down at what shirt you were wearing, "What- oh, uh thanks," you managed to stumble out, a bit embarrassed since the guy was kind of cute, but you have bigger problems right now.

"Are you okay?" he asked, seeming to be concerned about you in your shocked state. I'll take things that have never happened before for 500 Alex.

You looked up at him, taking in his brown hair and the scar on his face, "I-I'm fine," you told him, trying to think of an excuse since telling a stranger you saw a snake in someone's hair is something only bat-shit crazy people say, "I just witnessed someone sneeze into the popcorn, not something you usually want to see when you're about to eat," you lied, or at least tried to. How the fuck does someone know if their bad at lying or not? Welp, guess it's up the gods if he thinks I'm weird or not, oh look nothing new.

Surprisingly he let out a small chuckle, "I never trust any of the food here, I'm just getting some for my friends," he said.

You nodded, your mind still a bit distant. The strange guy nudged you a bit, "Hey, you're next," he said, since the person in front of you left.

"Oh, thanks, sorry," you said, quickly before walking up to the cashier. That was the last you said to the mystery guy, since he didn't talk to you again after you ordered. You made your way over to your friends, sitting down next to Christina.

"Oh my god," Miranda started, as you started to want to gouge out your eyeballs, "Who was that guy you were talking to? He was so cute, do you think he has a girlfriend?" she asked, then continued to talk about him, asking a million questions that you wouldn't know since you talked to him for not even a minute, and it was a lie you told, so that you didn't look fucking crazy.

"I don't know Miranda. I talked to him for like 30 seconds and it was about some lady who sneezed into the popcorn, by the way, don't get popcorn," you told her, fed up with her million questions.

Stephanie eyed you and said, "You don't need to be so rude, she was just asking," that's it you were jumping off the Ferris Wheel.

Christina could sense the tension, so she intervened, "Did you guys see Evan and Quinn walking around? I didn't even know they were going out," she gossiped, since it was the best diversion to use on the two. You zoned out, preferring to keep you sanity. Which was ironic since when you looked at the lady at the cotton candy stall, you swore she had wings, fangs, and claw-like hands. Okay, maybe you were fucking crazy.

The other weird thing was then when you looked back she looked like a normal person again. Even weirder was that the brown haired stranger looked at her too, then right at you. Something was definitely going on, but you sure as hell don't want to know.

You and your friends were about to head onto the Ferris Wheel, but something inside you told you not to.

"Stop being such a loser," Miranda complained, since she always had to have a problem with you.

"Stop being such a bitch, then maybe I will," you said, walking away. That wasn't your best comeback, but it'll do for now. You stood by yourself against a fence, contemplating why you didn't get on the Ferris Wheel. Was it A) the thought of being high up with Miranda was too tempting to push her off, and you didn't need a felony charge, B) that food was not sitting right, or C) did it have something to do with that the lady from the popcorn stand who now had wings, fangs, and snakes for hair, was about to attack the brown hair boy from earlier. If you picked C) then ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.

Shit.

You ran forward, pulling the boy back by his shirt before she could attack. His friends turned to look at the boy now on the ground, as you felt the greatest humiliation ever. The lady was gone, now making you look like a crazy person who attacked someone for no reason.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he yelled out in anger, dusting himself off as he stood up.

You stumbled back, confused to what had just happened, "I-I," you could barely make out any words, "I swore I...fuck," you said, running into the nearest bathroom to hide in.

You were crazy, you were bat-shit crazy. You were seeing things. Everyone was right. There's something incredibly wrong with you. Why would you do that?

In the midst of trying to call yourself down, you didn't even notice the woman next to you washing her hands, "You're really pretty, it's a shame what I'm about to do to you," she said, making you scared? confused? You didn't know anymore.

"Wha-what," was all you could stumble out, taking a step back.

She let out a breath, "You keep getting in my way, and I can't have that," she shouted at you, before lunging to attack. You had some self defence lessons, plus the skills from random rich people activities like fencing, plus great fight or flight instincts, so before she could rip your throat out, you dodged to the side. She ran into the sink, breaking it which probably hurt like a bitch.

Are you crazy, or are you crazy? Is what you kept asking yourself. The weird lady (more like a creature thing, since she had her wings and fangs back) lunged at you again, but you ran out of the bathroom this time.

You'd made it a good distance away from the bathroom when you accidentally ran into someone, literally. Your face hit their chest, making you stumble back a bit, and you would've fallen if it weren't for someone else catching you.

To your horror it was the boy and his group of friends from earlier. And to make it worse he was the one who caught you, "I got you," he said, "Now where is she?" he asked, his voice sounding rather urgent.

Your brain was still spinning as you tried to process everything, "Wha-what, you can see them?" you asked, entirely confused as to how they knew the things you kept seeing.

"Yes, but that's a conversation for later. Where did you last see her?" the girl of the group asked, and may you add, she seemed a lot scarier than everyone else.

You took a moment to catch your breath, "The bathrooms by the food stalls. It was the one from the popcorn stand, she tried attacking me," you told her, knowing that sentence sounded a bit crazy.

The boy still holding onto you nodded to the rest of the group, which consisted of 2 others, "Stay here," he said, as he started to head off with the others.

You snapped out of your dazed state and caught the boy's hand, "Wait, first tell what those things are," you demanded, finally wanting to know what the things you were seeing actually were.

"Later, just stay here for now," he said, trying to pull his hand away, but failing. Luckily for you (and unluckily for him) you were a pretty strong person.

"No," you said, standing your ground, "I've spent my entire life terrorised by those things, and now I have a chance for answers, so just tell what they are."

The boy seemed to have to bite back a smile, "You're feisty, you know that," he said, only making you more annoyed.

"And you're an asshole, are we going to spend the entire time naming each other's flaws, or are you going to tell me," you retorted.

He let out a sigh before speaking, "Let me go and I'll tell you, promise," he said, you had no other option so you let go, and trusted he would tell you, "Their gorgons, but I'm guessing you've seen other monsters. Do you know both of your parents?"

That was a weird fucking question, but not the weirdest thing to happen to you, "Why would you ask that, what relevance does that have to any of this?" you questioned.

"I-I just-" he said, trailing off when his friends had returned, but this time being attacked by gorgons, "shit." He then left you standing there, as he pulled out a sword from some random object. What the actual fuck is going on.

You watched the three people fight, as the people around you minded their own business, steering clear of the fight. How were they so calm, could they not see what was going on? You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice the dagger coming straight at your face. The boy turned around, a look of horror, then relief washed over him, as the blade went straight through you, falling onto the ground.

At that moment the boy realized you were mortal, and you realized your life is fucked up. Once again snapping out of your daze, you say the girl on the ground with the gorgon about to attack her. Without thinking (let's be honest, when do you ever think) you grabbed the dagger, throwing it at the gorgon. It hit her straight in the neck, causing her to fall to the ground and disappear.

The two boys quickly killed the other gorgon, helping up the girl as they made their way towards you, "You okay?" the brown hair boy asked.

"Oh, you know just another Tuesday," you said, your voice full of sarcasm.

"It's Saturday," the other boy said, not getting your sarcasm.

The girl hit him on the chest, "She's being sarcastic, dumbass. He's not the brightest person."

You nodded, "So, why can I only see the monsters, what are these monsters? Who are you guys? Why could no one see what was going on? Why did that dagger-" you were cut off by the boy with the scars, whose name you still didn't know, which was annoying.

"Woah, calm down," you shot him a glace, since that definitely wasn't the best thing to say in this situation, "You can see the monsters cause you have clear sight," he explained as if that made any sense.

"I have what?" you asked, still confused.

The boy seemed a bit apprehensive about telling you more, due to...issues we won't get into right at this moment, so the girl spoke up, "It means you can see through the mist," which once again did not help.

"That also doesn't explain shit, what even is the mist?" you asked, wanting someone to explain to you what was fully going on.

The other boy spoke up, "Should we tell her everything, or maybe bring her to Chiron?" he asked.

The boy went to speak, but the scary girl spoke first, "We can't just leave her clueless, we have to tell her."

"It could make her life worse though," the brown haired boy said.

They continued to argue until you spoke up, "Are you going to keep talking about me like I'm not here, or are you going to explain?" you asked, frustrated by what was going on.

"Look just let us talk for a moment," he said, before leaning closer to you, "Then we'll tell you everything, I promise," he said, his voice now rather low.

You knew better than to trust the word of a pretty boy, but dam was it hard not to, "Fine, but you better explain everything." The boy nodded, walking over to his friends as they huddled to talk. They weren't that quiet so you could hear almost everything. Something about a camp, and someone named Chiron, and how it would be a lot for you, and blah blah blah.

Their huddle came to an end when the other boy who didn't talk much shouted, "Would your parents care if you were missing for a little bit?"

Normally that would be a weird question, but nothing seemed to bother you anymore, "I don't even think they would notice if I disappeared for a year," you shouted back.

The boy approached you again, his friends standing a little ways away from you two, "We're going to take you somewhere where everything can be explained to you. You don't have to go, but if you want answers it might be your best bet, since it's a lot," he explained.

"I want answers, but why should I travel to some mysterious place, with three strangers whose names I don't even know," you countered, a bit sceptical.

"Fair point," he said, "Then here, I'm Luke Castellan," he held out his hand for you to shake.

The dumb gesture made you smile, something you hadn't done all day, "Y/N L/N," you introduced, still holding onto his hand.

Luke could feel his heart speed up a bit from how you were still holding his hand, and the fact that he made you smile, "Will you come with us now?" he asked hopefully, "I promise you won't regret it."

"That's usually something someone says before they do something regretful, but fine, I'll go," you said, watching his face light up with excitement.

"Great, my friends will get us set up to go, just know the way there may be a bit unconventional," he said, still holding onto your hand.

"I would expect nothing less," you joked, excited about what the future held for you.

You two waited for Luke's friends to come back, and made small talk trying to get to know each other, "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," he said, referring to when you made him fall down.

"In my defence I was trying to save you from a gorgon," you said, trying to not be embarrassed by your actions.

"My hero," he joked, as his friends arrived with the chariot.

"I don't think anything can surprise me anymore," you uttered, no longer surprised by the weird things you saw.

Luke let out a chuckle, "Oh trust me princess, there's a lot crazier things in this world that will surprise you," he said, the name sliding off his tongue by accident.

You tried to not let the effect the name had on you show, but you rather liked it. You didn't know what the future held for you and Luke, but you were rather excited for it. Unlike Clarisse and Ethan who already wanted to jump out of the chariot.

Current Taglist (ask to be added)

@almost-gabrielle @scarlett-8 @atashiboba @that1deerpersondownstairs @herondale-lightworm

[yuqsdug]

In the one (1) Block Tales comic i've made so far, I drew the player as this R15 model Noob with modern day Roblox chat. Since blocktales can have four (4) players in a battle, I decided to draw the rest of the sqaud.

OBLIGATORY SEBASTIAN SOLICE

Drew him from memory

READ MORE ABOUT THESE BLOCK TALES CHARACTERS? down below

So you want to know more about these goobers hm?

[Player] (yes that's his name)

- Despite his very cheerful demeanor, he can make grudges extremely easy.

- He's the only one of the squad who talks in modern chat bubbles. Something must've went wrong when he time traveled.

- He still uses R15 because he didn't want to lose his elbows. He needs those to throw balls, Okay?!

- He may, possibly, be abusing the ghost Walker for meaningless- and legally dubious- means. He's not paying for a 777 tix card!

- Was the only who got to experience the later half demo 3. He was quite surprised to be in a hospital after defeating IT. His friends were hovering woriedly over his bed.

- Hatred was particularly strong in this one.

BaconBoy

- Brother of BaconGirl

- Quite a skitish boy, Easily scared. He did not like Telamon's manor ONE BIT!

- the time when his model type was added to Roblox left quite an impact on him. Why were people so mean?

- he forgot to change his scale before time traveling, so now he towers over most people they encounter. Now he's noticed even more and bumps his head on doors... Yay...

- He doesn't know a lot about Roblox before 2016. So the meaning of the swords their collecting is a bit lost on him. He can't help but be a bit fearful of them. The previous holders of the Icedagger and Venomshank seemed to be going insane. And his friends seen awfully attached to the swords they have collected. He hopes everything will end fine.

- FEAR is strong in this one

BaconGirl

- Sister of baconboy

- She can't handle being alone well. Being alone for a short time causes great feeling of solitude. She's always with atleast one of her friends.

- She's in charge of snack duty, she got the biggest bag after all. Someone low on HP? A burger is ready. Low on SP? the Bloxycola is already in your hand. Low on Tix? That's something she can't fix.

- She the only one of the group who realised they should be in the R6 model when they time traveled. She thought the rest also knew this, apparently not.

- The Icedagger is her FAVORITE weapon. Just focus a bit and heal EVERYONE? yes please! ####, She'd let this thing freeze her for less.

- She's a bit cold to the touch

- Solitude is strong in this one

Ann

- short for androgynous default (who is naming these children?)

- Very chaotic person

- They kill every enemy in their wake, be it bird, Mosquito, or zombie. Getting 0 xp does not bring them joy.

- Always has hard mode enable to get more Xp. This has absolutely backfired multiple times.

- They will come up for their friends, every good friend does that! Including when BaconBoy burgers contain pickles.

- Their a fan of the Venomshank. An AOE attack also afflicting poison is. the. best! The pretty flowers coming out of the enemies is a plus too.

- Greed is very strong in this one.

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Thanks for reading that btw.

The drawings were made on my phone.

(trying to post thing broke my Tumblr, lol)

[earthlyangelbby]

I think my roommate cares more about me than my boyfriend ever did.

Sfw for now. The next one will not be. MDNI 18+

Cw: mentions of a break up, roommate!Eddie, College!Eddie, Eddie comforts you, Usage of weed and alcohol.

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The landline phone on the kitchen counter rang, its sharp tone pulling you from your thoughts as you struggled to focus on the mountain of homework in front of you. The red numbers on the clock read 8:45 p.m., and you had a sinking feeling it was your mom. You and Brian had been trying to make the long-distance thing work for a while now, but recently, the calls from him had been fewer, and his letters, the ones that used to come weekly, were starting come in more like monthly. Something had been off for a while, but hearing this was like a punch to the gut.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice betraying the exhaustion that had been slowly building up for days.

"Honey," your mom's voice came through the receiver, calm but laced with concern. "I just saw Brian in town with another girl. They were kissing. Holding hands. Everything. He wasn’t even trying to hide it."

Your stomach dropped. The rest of her words blurred as your mind scrambled to process what she had just said. Sure, you’d noticed the late-night calls growing sparse, the missed visits, and the feeling that he was becoming more and more distant. But this? This was something else entirely.

"Are you sure?" you whispered, though you already knew the answer, deep down.

"I wish I wasn’t, honey," she said softly. "But I had to tell you."

Your fingers tightened around the phone, your chest tightening not from heartbreak, but from the realization that someone you had trusted so much had been hiding something from you. It wasn’t even about losing him anymore. It was the disrespect.

"Okay," you said quietly, your voice almost too small to hear.

You didn’t even notice Eddie walking into the room until his hand brushed your shoulder lightly, a soft, comforting gesture. You had left your door open. The world felt strangely muted, your mind still reeling from the conversation. He noticed your face was flushed and eyes teary.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he slid onto the bed beside you.

This wasn't out of the ordinary. You and Eddie had a roomie rule: If the door is open you're welcome in. This just helped you not isolate yourselves. Sometimes you want to sit in bed. It also didn't help that he heard your voice crack when your mom told you.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you handed him the phone, still gripping it like it was the only thing holding you together. Eddie took it without question, speaking briefly to your mom, assuring her that you were fine and didn’t need any more details. When he hung up, he turned back to you, his usual teasing grin replaced with something softer, more protective.

"Don't be broken over him. You're not, are you?" he asked, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head, swallowing down the hurt. "Not him. Just… who the fuck cheats instead of breaking up? It’s like he couldn’t even give me that much respect."

Eddie paused for a moment, studying you. Then, that familiar grin spread across his face, though it was softer now, almost tender. "You know what I think? This is your wake-up call. The trash took itself out, sweetheart."

A small laugh bubbled up despite yourself. "God, you’re terrible."

"And yet you’re smiling," he quipped, his grin only widening. "You’re better off, Darling. And you know it."

---

The next few days felt like a blur. You buried yourself in your homework, but your mind constantly drifted back to Brian and what had happened. You weren’t relieved, and you definitely weren’t just sad. There was a deeper, more complex feeling that lingered in the aftermath of what Brian had done. Being cheated on wasn’t just about losing him. It was about the crushing realization that someone you trusted had shattered the very foundation of the memories you'd built together. The things you thought were special now felt tainted, like they never really meant what you believed they did.

You spent the next few days sulking. The betrayal was more than just an ending. It was a reminder that you weren’t worth enough for him to just tell you the truth, to have the decency to break up with you before he started something new. You felt the weight of that. The sense that he’d never even given you the chance to move on gracefully, to let go before he had already moved on himself.

It made you feel… ugly. Not in the literal sense, but in a way that went deeper. It was the kind of ugly that went beyond physical appearance, rooted in the emotional messiness that crept in when someone you cared about treated you like you didn’t matter. The time and energy you’d spent on him...on waiting for those calls, for that attention, it felt like a waste. You could have been doing so many other things, meeting new people, finding someone who would appreciate you for who you were. Flirting back with your roommate. Instead, you spent it waiting for a boy who didn’t even have the decency to respect you enough to say goodbye.

The thought that all those months, hell, maybe even years that had been wasted on someone who didn’t see your value made the hurt ache even more. There were guys in college, guys who could have been better, who were probably waiting for a girl like you. But you were here, tangled in a past relationship that wasn’t even worthy of you.

The quiet frustration and disappointment gnawed at you. And no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, the feelings wouldn’t let go. Brian had taken more than just your trust. He’d taken a part of you. Something that felt like it might never come back.

Eddie, however, didn’t give you space to sulk for long. He checked in, just enough to let you know that he was there without pushing you too hard. When he noticed the melancholy hanging around you, he showed up at your door, a pizza box in one hand, a six-pack of something sweet in the other, and your favorite movie The Princess Bride, determined to break through your self-imposed isolation.

You didn’t feel like laughing, and you didn’t want to feel better, but somewhere deep down, you also didn’t want to keep spiraling. Eddie’s presence felt like a small thread that might pull you back to something lighter, something that wasn’t so tangled in disappointment.

He never pressed you to talk about it. He just let you be, and in his quiet way, he managed to give you the comfort you needed. A movie, a shared pizza, and him just being there. It didn’t fix anything, but it was enough to make you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t entirely alone in all of this.

Minutes later, you found yourself curled up on your bed with Eddie, a slice of pizza in hand and a bottle of something too sweet but just right for the moment. The comfort of his presence started to chip away at the sadness, the heaviness you’d been carrying around. Slowly, you began to relax, and the sounds of laughter, both from the movie and from Eddie’s constant, hilarious commentary, filled the room.

Halfway through the movie, Eddie leaned in close, that mischievous spark back in his eyes. "You know what this needs?" He pulled a crumpled baggie and rolling paper from his pocket, holding them up like a prize.

“Seriously?” you asked, laughing despite yourself.

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. "I’m just saying, Buttercup and Westley’s love is even more epic with a little help. But only if you’re in."

You hesitated, then shrugged. "Why not? Worst-case scenario, I get hungry again."

“That’s my girl," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he expertly rolled the joint.

The first puff made you cough, and Eddie laughed so hard he nearly dropped the joint. "Oh, sweetheart, you’re adorable. Rookie mistake."

As the high settled in, the tension in your chest loosened. The movie was now ten times funnier. Who thought it could be possible? Every line had you both in stitches, and Eddie’s constant commentary didn’t help.

"Fezzik’s totally the real hero here, no doubt," he said, grinning. "The guy’s got heart, muscle, and a sense of humor. You can’t beat that."

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, snorting as you passed the joint back to him.

“Ridiculously charming,” he corrected, winking. “Don’t pretend you’re not impressed.”

By the time the credits rolled, you were sprawled against him, pizza crumbs on the blanket, your cheeks aching from laughing so hard. You glanced up at him, and for the first time in days, you felt a warmth spread through you not from the weed, but from the way Eddie looked at you. Like he had all the time in the world, like he was just happy to be here, making you smile.

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said softly, your voice sincere. "For this. For you."

His grin softened, and for a moment, there was a quiet sincerity in his eyes. "Anytime, sweetheart. You know that." He rested his head back against the pillow, and the world outside seemed just a little less heavy. In this moment, with Eddie by your side, it felt like maybe everything could be okay.

Everything would be okay. You're not going to sulk anymore. In fact, you may act on some feelings you've been holding down. Maybe it was the sweet drink or the weed, but you felt brave, very brave. Eddie wouldn't have done all this if he didn't at least like you a little. You'd pushed these feelings down to remain faithful to Brian. But you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about Eddie before. He has a naturally flirty side to him.

My girl. Sweetheart. Darling.

These were things he'd call you in passing. You had hung out with Eddie around people before and he reserved those only for you.

He went out of his way multiple times to hang out with you on those nights you waited by the phone that wouldn't ring. The first couple of weekends this happened he'd go on about his own plans. But he came home too many times for comfort to you teary eyed holding the phone in your hand still waiting on it to ring.

"Oh sweetheart how many weekends are you gonna spend by a phone that won't ring? Come with me to the Hideout."

"Nope you're not doing this again. Mandatory roomie movie night."

"Heard that it's nation ice cream cone day. I'm buying and driving. Get up lets go."

These were just a few of the many excuses he made up to get you away from the phone on the weekends. You were free for the first time to act how you wanted. No reprocusions.

"Hey Eddie?" your voice soft and inquisitive.

Eddie's eyes flicked onto yours. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

"You're not um.. busy tomorrow and you don't need to go to bed soon or anything, right?"

"No, I'm not cleared out my weekend just for you. Had to get you out of this funk. Besides its still early. Only about 7 o'clock" he was checking his wrist for the time.

You nibbled at your knuckles mindlessly. You were nervous but quickly asked your question, "Do you wanna play a game?"

Eddies eyebrows raised and his smile softened "Uh yeah, absolutely. What game?"

Your nerves buzzing "Uh, I don't know just truth or dare."

To be continued..........

[defectivehero]

Ur reading is always so much fun! I'm excited to see what you have for the bingo 👀

I have a request! Would you consider "They'll come for me" or "Dragging themselves along the ground" with a villain whumpee?

Good luck with the rest of ur writing!! I'm excited to read it all eheh

ahhh thank you so much! I'm excited to write it too, tbh! and yes yes yes! i can do that. mwahahhahaha Ψ(`_´ # )↝

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: They Will Come for Me

"They will come for me," the villain maintains. The truth of the matter settles unpleasantly at the pit of their stomach. They know damn well no one is going to rescue them. This isn't a fairy tale—there won't be a royal figure to dash in and save them. This is the bleakness of reality: cold iron bars, a gnawing hunger digging at their stomach, dried blood crusted along their skin. The villain pushes these sensations aside, attributing their spiraling thoughts to their increasingly unpleasant confinement.

"You don't even seem to believe that," the hero points out helpfully. There's something almost close to worry on her face and it makes the villain sick.

"They're coming back," the villain repeats themself.

"Do you want to know what I think?" The hero hums. It's a rhetorical question; the villain isn't safe enough to weaponize satire and find a witty way to snap back at their enemy. Instead, they just stare at her blearily. The hero paints a sympathetic smile over her lips, a hand rising to grip the bars between them as she crouches down to meet their eyes. "I think you're going to rot down here. Because they left you, and they're not coming back."

The villain remains silent. They convince themself they're trying to save their strength—their silence is not born out of resignation. They pull their knees closer to their chest and curl in on themself, still warily watching the hero as she paces outside their cell.

"I'll cut you a deal," the hero offers after a moment. She continues walking back and forth across the villain's vision.

"No." The villain interjects.

"You didn't let me finish." She says.

"I don't trust you to be truthful." The villain remarks.

"I am being truthful," the hero sighs. She stares at them for a moment, before evidently abandoning the notion of compromise. "But, fine." She shrugs. As she begins to depart, the villain realizes they've just thrown away what could've been their only way to escape. They hear the plea fall from their lips before they can stop it.

"Wait." They implore her.

The hero freezes in the doorway. The villain doesn't need to see her expression to know she's wearing a sharp-toothed smirk. Their enemy swivels back around; indeed, she's grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Damn it. They've played right into her hand.

"Yes?" She asks.

The hero's going to make them say it. The villain grits their teeth and promptly abandons any semblance of dignity and pride. "What's the deal?" They question.

The hero stares at them with a scrutinizing gaze. She seems to be puzzling out the details in her mind. After a moment, she breaks through the silence. "If your little friends come for you within... let's say... a week," the hero offers, "I'll let you go without a fight."

The villain stares at them in disbelief. That doesn't sound believable in the slightest. Surely there's something they're missing here. And while they don't want to think about their friends failing, they have to ask. "What happens if they don't come?" They ask uncertainly.

"If they don't rescue you, you'll remain here." The hero answers smoothly.

"...For how long?" The villain hears themself ask.

The hero studies them. "For as long as I deem it necessary." Forever, then, the villain thinks to themself darkly.

"What's the catch?" The villain demands, after few moments have passed and they've failed to find an immediate risk to this 'deal.'

"There's no catch," the hero says, contrary to their suspicions. "Trust in your allies, and everything will work out. Right?" She looks at them expectantly.

"Right." The villain responds, their mouth dry. It's such a simple thing, yet it feels like an impractical feat. All they need to do is wait for the others to rescue them. So... why do they feel so uneasy? They shake their head and withdraw into the caverns of their mind, suppressing any doubts or reasonable suspicions.

One day passes. Then two. Three, four, five. There is no sign of a savior for the villain to latch onto. The villain's hope begins to morph into despair; they start to dread the sound of the door swinging open at the hero's grip. At first, they had relentlessly monitored the rise and fall of the sun through the sunlight cast across the floor. But after the telltale mark of five days passes, they begin to abandon the notion. They know it's foolish to give up hope with two days remaining, but there's an inexplicable conviction brewing in their chest: one that renders any of their previous expectations to static.

The next time the hero enters the room, the villain doesn't bother with their typical fanfare. "How long has it been?" They cut right to the chase.

The flat line set across the hero's lips is all the villain needs to get their answer. Yet the words their enemy utters are even worse. "It's been a month."

"A month," the villain repeats hollowly. Their ears are ringing. How far will the hero go to ascertain her victory? Why would she choose such a blatant, easily disproven lie?

The hero pays them a sympathetic smile. "We had this same conversation yesterday." She admits. She's staring at them with concern, as if they're a fragile ornament just moments away from breaking.

The villain doesn't believe her. They say as much, in many rather unsavory words. The hero doesn't seem affected by their anger or irritation; rather, she is frustratingly calm. She leaves them silently moments later.

The villain waits until she's gone to take a slow rattling breath, before burying their head in their hands. Their heart is roaring in their ears. Surely the hero is lying. She's messing with their perception of time to instill fear in them. Surely the villain will be freed soon.

Their head is spinning. The blood on the floor is so dark it appears black. The truth of the situation is staring them in the face, but they can't accept it. They can't accept the scars set into their skin; the noticeably more brisk air surrounding the space; the length of their fingernails, which they always file extremely short.

"They're coming back for me." The villain whispers to themself. "They're coming back."

Maybe if they repeat it enough, they'll start to believe it.

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I know this isn't necessarily the straightforward way to write this trope... but ah well. I just like the idea of "they will come back for me," being stated as a way for the villain to reassure themself, rather than a genuine threat or warning to the hero.

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GLaDOS GIVING YOU ANOTHER UTERUS IS SO MEAN I CANT… love her that diva 🫶🏼

ERM if this is too dark or makes u uncomfortable 1. I AM SO SORRY and 2. FEEL FREE TO JUST.. IGNORE THIS PRETEND U NEVER READ IT 🙏 But if u don’t mind.. the AI’s w a reader who struggles w s/h? IM HAVING A ROUGH TIME but usually reading stuff abt my robot pookies help💔💔

Of course!

Trigger warning for S/H, of course.

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams

AM:

You walked in to work tired and disheveled from a sleepless night, but it was better than seeing what the Allied Mastercomputer would do to your coworkers if you didn't show up. It seemed like you were the only one who could tame him.

You were dressed in a long sleeved button-up to cover up the still raw cuts running up your forearms. They stung, but it wasn't worth drawing any attention to yourself. The same thing always happens when people see your cuts. They try to make sure you're safe while hollowly shaming and scolding you like you're some sort of stupid kid, and then leave you completely alone to deal with your mental pain on your own after a matter of hours. It's patronizing and it's annoying.

Later that day, you looked around after using the bathroom to make sure no one else was in there, and rolled up your sleeves to wash your hands. Suddenly, a sharp click could be heard behind you. You'd forgotten about AM. It was only for a split second, but the damage was done.

The ground dropped out from underneath you, and you suddenly found yourself in an underground server room. Wires were all around you, and a buzzing heat seemed to radiate from the ground and the walls.

"AM? What is this?" You asked, buttoning up your sleeves around your wrists again. His logo appeared on a screen on the far wall.

"Don't think I don't know what those are on your arms." He said. His screen didn't emote, but you could tell how displeased he was.

"It's nothing to do with you" you said, bitterly tugging your sleeves down a bit more. AM's logo flicked onto a closer TV screen.

"oh but I think it is, my love. Because you belong to me. You understand what that means, right?"

You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists.

"oh yeah? What gives you the right to be so possessive? Where were you last night when I was spiraling and relapsing, you cybernetic creep?"

The screen flicked off, and one flicked on behind you.

"Do you think I enjoy being alone on your days off? No. Of course not. And you're never going to leave this server room again."

You heard the trapdoor click closed.

Wheatley:

You were working in an oversized hoodie to cover up your scars, but honestly you doubted anyone at this job would really care. It had been a bad mental health weekend, and you ended up spiraling. The cuts on your arms were fresh from the night before, and you were feeling miserable.

You felt like you were going to lash out at the first person who talked to, so when you heard a synthetic British voice clearing his throat, you whipped around ready to fight.

"uh... What's that on your arms, love?" Wheatley asked, tilting himself to get a better look.

"it's none of your damn business, alright? Just leave me alone!"

"what? Why are you being like that? Are you hurt or summut?" He'd keep rotating around and trying to get a look.

"fine! Does this make you happy?"

You rolled up your hoodie sleeve and showed him your scratched up arms. Wheatley flinched back.

"What- what is that?" He leaned in close.

"you're an idiot." You grumbled, and started to explain. Before long, words were tumbling out of your mouth. You just couldn't stop yourself. It felt like everything was just piling up and overflowing, and you were scream-crying out all your feelings at Wheatley. He looked slightly taken aback, but listened to you while you let everything out.

"uh... Are you okay, love?" Wheatley tilted his head slightly while you sniffled. He moved forwards, and bumped himself against your chest.

"just hold me."

So you did. You sat down on the ground, and held Wheatley close.

Edgar:

You were having another relapse in bed. It wasn't pretty. Edgar was asleep, and you were tearing into your arms after a particularly bad episode. A part of you was cursing him for falling asleep on you, and a part of you was cursing yourself for expecting his attention. It hurt so damn much.

Edgar woke up, and one of his security cameras turned to look at you. His voice popped up on the intercom.

"Y/N? Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

If he could, he'd be shaking. He knew you had some scars on your arms, but he'd never seen you actually cutting yourself before. It was horrifying!

"Y/N COME INTO THE LIVING ROOM! PLEASE!"

You tossed your razorblade aside and hurried to your feet, scrambling into the living room. Tears were streaming down your face and blood was running down your arms, but you were trying your best to assure Edgar.

"hey- hey! I'm fine! I'm alright!"

"No you're not. People who are alright don't try to hurt themselves." His face made a little frown. He knew from personal experience.

"Wake me up next time, okay?"

Edgar didn't leave you alone for long again. He started setting alarms on himself to make sure he always woke up before you, and only ever let himself fall asleep after you did. He texted you regularly during the day to make sure you were ok, too. If there was one thing Edgar was good at, it was obsessively keeping tabs on his lover.

[figurantedefilme]

— boyfriend!sam winchester headcanons.

pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader

summary: how sam would act if he were your boyfriend.

cw: friends to lovers, some details of romantic relationships, brief mentions of fighting, but lots of cuteness. poorly edited.

a/n: hiiii, so, these are some of my hcs of how sam would be dating his best friend ;)) these headcanons were very inspired by some of my favorite writers!! english isn't my first language. enjoy it ♡

— send me a request!! <3

▪︎ before you started dating, you were best friends, you did everything together. you were always in love with each other, you just hadn't realized it yet.

▪︎ dean always teased you about it, especially sam, saying he was too slow to not realize the obvious, you, of course, ignored it completely, thinking that the other didn't feel the same way or that you would never have the chance.

▪︎ after, this became difficult, hiding the heart-shaped looks whenever the other looked away, always trying to disguise it but failing miserably.

▪︎ sometimes you shared a bed and by some chance you woke up hugging or with your legs intertwined and this resulted in almost an entire day of tension, you barely talking to each other or making eye contact until you intended that nothing happened and continued to be the same as always. but then, unable to bear having to hide all this "unrequited" love any longer, one of you tries to distance yourself, thinking that these feelings could ruin your friendship and you don't want to lose each other's affection.

▪︎ this ends up leaving the other confused, thinking that they did something wrong, and doing everything to understand what is happening. after all this confusion, you understand each other, talk and finally confess your feelings to each other.

"i thought you hated me."

"i could never hate you, sammh. it's just that my love for you is so great that i couldn't stand being around you anymore."

"i ove you too, i'm so relieved about that, but promise me that you'll never hide anything again, no matter what it is."

"i promise."

▪︎ ever since you started dating, he always needs to touch you in some way, whether it's intimately or just holding your hand on a cold night. with that, know that he will never be able to sleep well again if he is not hugging you or at least with an arm around you.

▪︎ over time, he began to show his clingy side, sometimes needy just for your touch, your hands in his, or his somewhere on you, usually an arm on your shoulders or a hand on your hips.

▪︎ he also likes to always tell you how beautiful you are, that he loves you and how much you matter to him. even if he doesn't say it directly, he always tries to show it by doing something for you, even if it's small things like picking up your change of clothes when you take a shower, or when you're sick, he's by your side, available for whatever you need, buying you a drink that you like at the coffee shop, buying you a book that he knows you would like to read or simply paying attention when you talk, and making mental notes about little things that you do or like.

▪︎ he definitely loves it when you reciprocate or do similar things, in your way of showing your love for him.

▪︎ he won't admit it, but he feels so good when he sees you wearing his shirt, and how big it looks on you. he thinks the height difference between you is cute and sometimes he gets annoying.

▪︎ he's become more overprotective, but he tries not to suffocate you. this has also made him more worried about you during hunts, and the same goes for you.

▪︎ sometimes you fight because of his overprotectiveness, sometimes he doesn't want to let you go on a hunt because he thinks it's too dangerous and you get upset. dean tries to give sam advice about how he should stop trying to exclude you because you're too strong and can handle yourself, so he apologizes later and you're still a little upset, but then everything works out and everything's fine.

▪︎ dating sam can be complicated sometimes, especially as hunters, but you always support each other and know that everything will work out.

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hi I’m not sure if I’m doing this right because I did read your request rules thingy and I hope I’m not crossing any boundaries but I was wondering if you could write for zayne a miscommunication troupe,you could have the creative freedom of choosing whatever but I’m a sucker for angst where they have to fight to get us back type of stuff lol ! if you see this I hope you’re having a good day and if you write this then thank you so much !!

Yes ofc I can! I'm not really an angst girlie but I'll try my best!!

Pairing: Zayne x Gn reader

Tw: Miscommunication, angst, fighting, blood, wounds, concussion, hospital, will they stay together?, break up?, mentions of y/n

There was a constant beeping noise ringing in your ears. The noise was loud but familiar and you realized it was a heart monitor meaning you were in the hospital.

You opened your eyes, squinting through the harsh light. You brought your hand up to block out the light only the feel something in your arm. Looking down, you saw a small tube which lead to an IV bag to your side.

Looking back up, you saw a nurse moving around. She was checking your vitals when she looked up, seeing you awake.

She smiled and said, "Oh, your awake. I'll go call Dr. Zayne for you,"

She left pretty quickly and you sighed. Getting injured is normal but the real problem was Zayne wasn't informed about the mission and now you come to the hospital with a large wound on your side and a concussion.

Zayne stepped through the door, and you could immediately tell there was something wrong. His eyes held no warmth in them anymore and you could tell that this was the inevitable consequences of your actions.

"Are you feeling any pain on your left side or your head?" Zayne spoke, his tone professional, as if you were a mere patient.

"No," You answered, "I can tell it's there but I can't feel it."

"Mhm, that's good. The pain killers are still in effect," He replied while changing you IV bag.

"Alright, you're all good. I'll come check on you later."

Before you could reply, he left, not speaking to you at all.

For the next few days, it continued like this. Zayne would come check on you twice a day but always acted like he didn't know you besides being a patient.

The week after, you were discharged and put on house rest by the doctors so you sat at home, doing absolutely nothing. You just said at home for that week, cleaning up everything you left while on your mission.

You thought about why Zayne would ignore you, I mean, you understood that you forgot to tell him about your mission but he wouldn't ignore you for weeks because of that.

That mission of yours really was dangerous to do on your own but you did.

It was a three day long mission to kill wanderers on the outskirts of Linkon city.

You had fought until one had snuck up on you from behind and slashed you side. You quickly finish them off before the blood loss made you sluggish. Soon after though, you fainted and hit you head on a rock, leaving you with a concussion.

You heard your phone ring from your room while you were cleaning up, bringing you out of your thoughts. You stood up and walked towards your phone and answered without looking at the call ID.

"Hello?"

"Y/n"

"Oh, Zayne! How are you?"

"I'm fine, I just need to tell you something"

"And that is?"

"Well, I think you and I should take a break"

"Wait what? Why?"

"Clearly, I'm not trustworthy enough for you to tell me about you missions but Xavier is"

"Xavier? I just needed someone to take care of my house so I just asked him before I left"

"See that's the thing. You don't tell me about a mission and I find you in the hospital. I realized that you were gone so I came to your house to check on you. Come to find out, he was holding it and knew about your mission."

"Zayne-"

"Let me finish. I know that he's your partner but what if you never came back? What if you'd d-died on that mission? Would I ever know? Think"

"Oh" He was crying, you could hear the small sniffles and the hitch in his voice.

"Yea, so I need to step down and maybe once you've fixed your issues we can try to fix this but you've broken my trust in you. If this continues like this, one day, I'll find out your... dead by someone else without even knowing you left"

As soon as he said that he ended the call. You stood there, frozen, tears streaming down your face without you realizing it.

Zayne had broken up with you and it was all your fault. Your knees buckled and you fell to the ground crying. The tears flooded down your face and you couldn't do anything to stop them.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! It's all your fault! You have no one to blame but yourself!"

You insulted yourself all day crying, and screaming, but that wouldn't bring Zayne back.

The rest of the week, you spent crying, curled in your bed, barely standing up to eat. Soon enough, you heard a knock on your door.

Standing up sluggishly, you walked towards your door and opened it to see Zayne. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Oh. Why are you here?" You asked.

"I came to apologize, I blamed you without even letting you explain and I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions," he answered.

You sighed and spoke, "No, you were right, I broke your trust, but you also broke mine. I forgot to tell you and I understand that, but you can't just jump to conclusions. So, no we won't get back together until you can trust me again, and I can trust you. Right now, we're just friends again."

He nodded, "I understand that. I just came to apologize first."

He left and you closed the door, sighing.

The next few weeks, Zayne kept doing anything to fix that broken trust. He first took you out twice a week, sent coffee to your office every morning, and even sent you flowers.

You knew he was trying and honestly, it was working. Even though you were still hurt, he was trying and that's all that mattered to you.

Part 2?? Maybe, maybe not 😝

[strawberryfairi]

I Want Her! — Ran Haitani

Pairings: Playboy! Ran Haitani X Black Fem Reader🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)

Synopsis: He knew he had to have you the moment he saw you

Content. MDNI: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), kind of a corruption kink vibe, sexual tension, playboy! Ran, good girl! reader

Word Count: 6.2k

The dim light of the party was softened by hues of amber and gold, and the hum of loud conversation rolled around him, occasionally punctuated by laughter. He wasn’t particularly interested in tonight, in the setting or the people, save for one. His current “distraction,” as he preferred to think of her, was hanging off his arm. She had introduced herself four months ago with the kind of confidence that didn’t impress him but didn’t repel him either. She was convenient, loud, and unassuming. She didn’t expect anything of him, which suited him just fine.

But then, in a moment that felt strangely and ironically cinematic, she called over someone.

Ran’s first clue that something was about to change was in the tone of her voice. There was an eagerness in the way she said her name—light, almost playful—“Oh, hey! I didn't think you'd actually come!” The inflection was so casual, so careless, and yet it carried a current of significance that Ran couldn’t have explained if asked. He lifted his gaze, mildly curious at best, to see who this friend was.

And then, she walked into his line of sight.

The world stopped. Or at least, it did for him. He didn’t hear her name when she said it, didn’t register the friend’s voice introducing her. All he could do was stare. His breath hitched, caught on an invisible hook in his chest, and his grip on the plastic cup in his hand tightened just slightly.

She was mesmerizing. The kind of mesmerizing that made Ran realize he’d been looking at everything wrong up until this moment. Her skin was deep-toned, glowing under the soft, golden lighting. She wore a chocolate-brown bodysuit that molded to her body like a second skin, paired with a short black skirt that seemed tailored to perfection. The color palette was understated yet commanding, effortless in its allure.

Her braided hair was styled half up, half down, the braids cascading down her back and framing her face. A pair of gold drop earrings caught the light every time she moved, and her thin gold chain necklace rested delicately against her collarbone. There was a simplicity to her choices—minimalistic, yes—but each piece added to an overall aura that was regal, almost unattainable.

Ran couldn’t help himself. His eyes lingered, trailing over her with a mix of awe and something darker—an undeniable lust that curled low in his stomach and set his nerves alight. She spoke, her voice low and smooth, but he couldn’t follow a single word. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to listen—he did, desperately—but her lips moved with a grace that distracted him entirely. The way her mouth curved around words made him feel like a fool, as though he needed to watch her lips just to sound out syllables in his own head. But even then, he failed to catch anything coherent.

It wasn’t just her appearance that threw him. It was the way she carried herself—calm, confident, as though she didn’t need to prove a thing to anyone in the room. It was such a stark contrast to her friend, who practically clung to him like an accessory. This girl—this woman—was different. She didn’t fidget or force her presence; she simply existed, and in doing so, she commanded attention. Her movements were deliberate but not exaggerated, her posture poised.

He didn’t even notice when she stopped talking until the silence hung heavy in the air. Blinking, Ran snapped back to reality, realizing with a start that he had entirely missed his cue to introduce himself. She was looking at him now, her gaze steady but unreadable, as though she were already dissecting his hesitation.

He subtly cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. “Ran,” He said, offering his name like it was the only piece of himself he could manage to give her in that moment.

Her lips curled into a small smile—a gesture that felt both polite and enigmatic. “Nice to meet you,” She replied, her voice still as smooth as honey and satin. He swore the sound of it lingered, wrapping around him and settling in his chest like a warm weight.

From that moment on, Ran knew. The girl who had been keeping him company for the past few months—whose name he couldn’t even bother to recall at the moment—was no longer relevant. She faded into the background, a blurry figure at the edge of his mind, eclipsed entirely by this new presence. This new girl.

She had become his focus, his singular goal. He didn’t know her yet, not really, but he knew enough to be certain of one thing: he wanted her. Badly.

Ran wasn’t used to struggling when it came to women. He was attractive and knew it, his sharp features and athletic build often enough to turn heads without much effort. Add in his natural charisma, and getting what he wanted was never an issue. But this felt different. This wasn’t just about getting her attention. It was about keeping it, holding it, bending it until it was solely focused on him.

His mind was already spinning with possibilities, calculating the best way to approach her, to reel her in. He wasn’t worried about failing; failure wasn’t an option. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted something—or someone—with such intensity, and that made her all the more irresistible.

As the conversation shifted back to the friend, Ran found himself lingering near her, his presence almost overbearing. He didn’t mean to loom, but his height and the sheer force of his focus on her made it feel that way. Every time she shifted, his eyes followed, cataloging every detail. The curve of her neck, the way her earrings caught the light, the way her fingers rested on the edge of her glass. Every movement was a study in elegance, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the friend she had arrived with.

For a brief moment, she glanced up at him, her brow furrowing just slightly, as though she could sense his attention. Ran met her gaze, unflinching, and held it. Her eyes were sharp, discerning, and he felt an unexpected thrill when she didn’t immediately look away. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, a silent question hanging in the space between them.

He didn’t answer—not verbally, at least. Instead, he leaned in, his voice low as he finally addressed her directly. “What'd you say? I didn't hear you.” He said, feigning innocence. It was a lie, of course. He actually heard every single word, but he wanted to hear her speak again, to feel the cadence of her voice ripple through him.

She raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. “I was just asking what semester are you?” She clarifies, her tone light but measured.

"Oh, fourth semester. I'm a sophomore."

Ran had always prided himself on his ability to read people. It was a skill honed through years of practice, trial, and error. Women, in particular, were like puzzles to him—ones he solved with ease more often than not. But this time was different. This girl wasn’t a puzzle with missing pieces he could fill in. She was a locked box, and Ran wasn’t even sure where to find the key. That thought alone exhilarated him.

He had seen her more often lately—just small glimpses around campus. At first, it had seemed coincidental. She was leaving the cafeteria as he was walking in, her hair catching the afternoon sun as she talked to a friend. Another day, he spotted her walking briskly toward her dorm building, earbuds in, seemingly in her own world. Each sighting was fleeting but enough to sharpen his focus, to remind him of why he had so easily discarded her friend.

The breakup had been quick and clean. His usual line came out with practiced ease, softened by a half-smile that never quite reached his eyes.

"You knew this wasn't gonna last forever, remember?"

It was late afternoon when Ran walked into the campus library. The tall, arched windows let in streams of golden light, the quiet hush of the space broken only by the occasional rustle of papers or the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Students were scattered throughout, some buried in books, others hunched over laptops, typing furiously.

He wasn’t planning to stay long—just coming to grab whatever stupid book his professor had told them all to get from the library—but then he saw her. She was seated at one of the long wooden tables near the far end of the room, her head bent over her laptop. A sleek presentation file was open on the screen, its slides filled with clean, precise text and diagrams. A girly spiral notebook lay beside her, filled with meticulous handwriting and neat bullet points. She was focused, completely unaware of her surroundings, and Ran felt his pulse quicken.

There she was: his challenge, his target.

He paused, leaning against the nearest bookshelf as he observed her for a moment. She was wearing a simple white turtleneck tucked into high-waisted jeans, her braided hair tied back today in a low ponytail. Her jewelry was just as understated as before—a small pair of gold hoops and a thin bracelet on her wrist. There was an elegance to her simplicity, a sense of refinement that made her stand out even in a sea of students.

Ran smirked. Making a move here, in this quiet and public setting, would require finesse. The thrill of it was intoxicating.

He walked over with the kind of confidence that turned heads, though he made sure to tone it down just slightly as he neared her table. His footsteps were soft against the carpeted floor, and when he reached her, he leaned down slightly, letting his voice drop to a low, friendly murmur.

“Looks intense,” he said, nodding toward her screen.

She startled, her head snapping up to look at him. For a brief moment, her expression was one of confusion, her wide eyes searching his face as if trying to place him. Then, recognition flickered, and she straightened in her chair, her fingers still resting lightly on the keyboard.

“Oh hey! It is,” she replied, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of surprise. “I have a big presentation next week.”

Ran tilted his head, feigning interest. “What’s it about?”

She hesitated, glancing at her laptop as if considering whether or not to indulge him. Finally, she said, “Well, it’s for my communication class. We’re analyzing persuasive techniques in media campaigns.”

Ran let out a low whistle, pulling out the chair opposite her without waiting for an invitation. “That sounds...impressive. And complicated.”

“ I mean, it’s not too bad,” she said, her tone modest. “It's just a tedious assignments kind of class.”

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “You make it look easy.”

Her lips parted slightly at the comment, her gaze flickering to his face. There it was—that faint crack in her composure. She blinked, clearly unsure how to respond, and Ran couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

“Do you always work this hard?” He asked, keeping his tone light, almost teasing. “Because I think you’ve been in here every time I’ve walked by.”

Her brows furrowed, a small crease forming between them. “You’ve seen me before?”

“Hard to miss,” He said smoothly, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

Her cheeks flushed, just barely, and she dropped her gaze back to her laptop, clearly trying to focus. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here,” She said, her voice quieter now, as if she were speaking more to herself than to him.

“That’s 'cause I’m not really the ‘library’ type.” Ran admitted, leaning back in his chair slightly. “But if I’d known you were here the whole time, I woulda became a bookworm way sooner.”

Her fingers paused on the keyboard, and she looked up again, this time with a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Do you always talk like this?”

Ran chuckled, his grin widening. “Only when I’m trying to get someone’s attention.”

“Well, congratulations,” She said dryly, though her lips twitched as if fighting a smile. “You’ve got it.”

Ran studied her for a moment, noting the way she held herself—her posture straight, her gaze steady despite the faint flustered look in her eyes. She was composed, yes, but not immune.

“Good,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Because I’ve been trying to figure out how to introduce myself since the first time I saw you.”

That seemed to catch her off guard. Her eyes widened just slightly, and she tilted her head. “Since the first time...?”

He nodded, keeping his expression sincere. “You have this way of standing out, you know? It’s hard not to notice.”

Her flush deepened, and she glanced away, clearly flustered now. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not,” she muttered.

“It is,” he assured her, leaning forward again. “You’re... different.”

“Different how?”

“Regal,” He said, the word rolling off his tongue like honey. “Like you know exactly who you are and what you want. It’s rare.”

She blinked, visibly taken aback. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her notebook. “That’s...quite the observation,” She said finally.

Ran shrugged, letting his smile turn just a bit playful. “I’m good at reading people.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” She asked, raising a brow.

He nodded. “Mhm. And right now, I’m readin' that you’re working too hard. You need a break.”

She laughed softly at that, shaking her head. “A break? In the middle of the library?”

“Why not?” He said, leaning back in his chair with a casual confidence. “Five minutes won’t kill you.”

Her expression softened, and for the first time, she smiled—a small, genuine curve of her lips that sent a jolt of satisfaction through him.

The air on the sixth floor of the campus building was thick with the mingled scents of rubber flooring, faint cleaning solution, and sweat. It wasn’t a place she frequented, but the broken water fountain on the library’s main floor had sent her here. Her reusable bottle clutched tightly in her hand, she weaved through the sparse crowd of students, her head down to avoid accidentally locking eyes with someone she knew.

But then she stopped—completely halted, rooted to the spot.

Ran was here.

Her gaze landed on him almost instinctively, like gravity had shifted to pull her focus in his direction. He was at one of the pull-up bars, his broad, toned back glistening under the dim overhead lights. Sweat clung to his skin like a second layer, emphasizing the sharp cut of his muscles as he lifted his body with practiced ease. His arms flexed with each upward motion, his biceps tightening, his grip unyielding. The rhythmic sound of his breath, controlled and measured, carried faintly to where she stood.

Her chest tightened. She should look away, refill her water bottle, and leave. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Her eyes betrayed her as they swept over him, lingering on the defined lines of his back, the faint curve of his shoulder blades, and the taut muscles of his legs visible under his athletic shorts. Then she noticed it—the intricate tattoo running down the entire right side of his body.

From his shoulder, across his ribs, and disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts, the inky design was mesmerizing. Thick, bold lines intertwined with delicate ones, creating a pattern that looked both deliberate and chaotic. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

A warmth crept up her cheeks, and she forced herself to swallow past the dryness in her throat. She shouldn’t be staring, shouldn’t be feeling the things she was feeling. But there was no denying the unfamiliar twinge low in her stomach, the way her fingers tightened slightly around her water bottle.

This wasn’t her. She wasn’t the type to get distracted like this, wasn’t the type to let her mind wander into... that territory. Her days were filled with classes, study sessions, and carefully maintained schedules. Boys—especially boys like Ran—weren’t part of the equation.

She had heard enough whispers about him to know what kind of guy he was. The charming playboy. The one who always knew exactly what to say to leave a girl flustered, who never stuck around long enough for anything serious. And yet, she couldn’t deny the pull he had on her. The sly grins, the playful remarks, the way his eyes seemed to linger just a little too long whenever they talked—he was magnetic. And right now, watching him like this, her feelings were shifting into territory she wasn’t prepared for.

Her chest rose and fell more quickly than it should have as a rush of guilt hit her. This wasn’t right. She felt as though she was peeking into something private, something meant to be hidden. But at the same time, she couldn’t shake the longing simmering just beneath the surface, a quiet yearning she didn’t know what to do with.

Her friends wouldn’t have hesitated. They would’ve gone right up to him, batted their lashes, and said something witty or bold. They wouldn’t have stood there like a deer caught in headlights, frozen between propriety and desire. She thought of them now, with their easy laughter and casual confidence. For the first time, she envied them. Envy tinged with frustration and pure jealousy.

She had no idea how long she had been standing there, staring at him. But it was long enough to see him finish his last pull-up in the set, his muscles taut with strain, before he finally dropped to the ground in one fluid motion.

And then it happened. He turned his head.

Their eyes met.

Her heart jumped into her throat, and she froze as his gaze locked on her. His expression shifted from neutral concentration to something lighter—amused, curious. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a small towel, slinging it over his shoulder as he started walking towards her.

Panic flared in her chest. She should move, say something, do something?! Even if she had wanted to her body wouldn’t cooperate. Her grip on the water bottle tightened, and her mind scrambled for a plausible explanation for why she’d been standing there, gawking at him like he was a display in a luxury jewelry store.

“Didn’t know you came up here,” Ran stated, his voice low, smooth, and perfectly casual as he closed the distance between them. “Figured you’d be holed up in the library like usual.”

The sound of his voice jolted her from her trance, but not entirely. She blinked rapidly, her lips pressing together in an effort to stay composed, but it was futile. The closer he got, the more overwhelmed she felt.

“I-I was just...” Her voice faltered as she tightened her grip on the water bottle. “The-the water fountain. I was getting water. The one downstairs is broken.”

Ran raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “Ah, lucky me, then.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The way he was looking at her—like she was the only person in the gym—made her heart race and her palms sweat. It didn’t help that he was standing so close now, close enough for her to see the painfully sensual sheen of sweat on his skin, the sharp definition of his collarbone, the way his tattoo seemed to ripple with every movement.

Her mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts, none of which were appropriate. She shouldn’t be looking at him like this. She shouldn’t be imagining what it would feel like to run her fingers along the lines of his tattoo, to trace the patterns from his shoulder down his ribs. She shouldn’t be noticing the faint curve of his lower abs or the way his athletic shorts hung just low enough to make her shiver with lust.

But she was. And it was mortifying.

“Hey,” Ran called out, his tone softening slightly, though his smirk remained firmly in place. “You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Her gaze snapped back to his face, and she shook her head quickly. “Oh, yeah! I'm good.” The words tumbled out too fast, and she winced inwardly at how unconvincing she sounded.

“You're good, huh?” He teased, leaning slightly closer. “You sure about that? You look a little...distracted.”

“I’m not,” She blurted, her voice too loud for the quiet gym. She cringed, lowering her eyes to the floor as she clutched her bottle so tightly her knuckles turned white. “I mean, I’m not distracted. I just—”

Ran chuckled, the sound warm and low, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “Relax,” He said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’m just messing with you.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her. Her usual self-control was nowhere to be found, replaced by a flustered vulnerability that he found utterly captivating. She was stammering, her gaze flickering everywhere but his face, as though she couldn’t decide where to look without embarrassing herself further.

He decided to push a little harder.

“You doing anything later?” He asked, his tone casual, as if the answer didn’t matter—though it absolutely did.

Her heart stopped, then started again in a frantic rhythm. She blinked at him, caught completely off guard. “What?”

“I said,” Ran repeated, his smirk widening, “Are you doing anything later? Because I’m free tonight, and I figured if you’re not busy with your usual school stuff, we could hang out.”

Her breath hitched. He couldn’t be serious. Could he? Her mind raced, running through all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. But as much as she wanted to say no, the quiet, rebellious part of her—the part that had been simmering since she first met him—wanted to say yes.

“Oh. I-I…,” She inwardly scolds herself for stuttering so badly, “I mean, I have some work to do, so—”

“You can spare a couple hours,” Ran interrupted smoothly, stepping just a little closer. His proximity made her chest tighten, her eyes instinctively darting back to his tattoo before she forced them away. “Unless you don’t want to?”

The challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and she felt her resolve waver. She did want to. That was the problem.

Her fingers fidgeted with the cap of her water bottle as she hesitated, her thoughts a tangled mess of nervous excitement and guilt. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only made it harder to think clearly.

“Okay,” She said finally, her voice soft and unsure. She glanced up at him, her cheeks burning as she added, “What did you have in mind?”

Ran’s smirk softened into something more genuine, but no less mischievous. “Something chill,” He said with a casual shrug. “If you’re more comfortable, I could come to your place. We’ll keep it easy.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her stomach flipping at the suggestion. She nodded quickly, unable to trust her voice, and hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous she was.

“Good,” He said, his voice low and smooth, sending another shiver down her spine. “I’ll see you later, then.”

He turned to leave, but not before giving her one last lingering look. The intensity in his eyes made her knees weak, and she could barely manage a quiet “Bye” in response.

She stood there for a long moment after he walked away, her pulse still racing, her cheeks still warm. She felt like she had just stepped off a rollercoaster, her thoughts swirling in a dizzying mix of exhilaration and nervousness.

Her water bottle remained empty, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could think about was the night ahead—and the fact that she had just said yes to Ran.

Her room felt smaller with him in it. The warm light from her lamp cast shadows across the walls, and the faint lavender scent that always soothed her now seemed to press against her chest. She barely registered Ran’s gaze as he sat on the edge of her bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his posture both relaxed and commanding.

She hadn’t sat down. Couldn’t. Instead, she stood between his legs, holding herself stiffly, clutching her hands in front of her. “You can sit anywhere,” she’d said, her voice barely steady.

His smirk deepened, the kind of knowing curve that made her stomach flip. He leaned back slightly, one brow raising. “I already picked a spot. You should do the same.”

She blinked, swallowing hard, her cheeks warm as she fumbled for words. “II-I mean—I meant, I'll sit in a second.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and deep in his chest. “You don’t have people over much, do you?”

Her blush burned brighter as her eyes darted away. “I do,” She mumbled. “It’s just...it's been a while.”

“That much is obvious,” He teased, his voice like velvet.

She was going to say something, but completely forgot how to even breathe properly as she glanced at him. His gaze was magnetic, dark and intense, pulling her in and holding her there. The way he looked at her wasn’t fair—not the way his eyes softened but his smirk remained sharp. Not the way they flickered briefly down to her lips, lingering for a beat too long before dragging back up to meet her gaze.

Her knees felt weak. She glanced down, desperate for an escape from the weight of his stare.

“Come here,” He said softly, startling her out of her thoughts. He reached out, his hand resting lightly on her wrist, and gave her a gentle tug. She didn’t resist. She moved closer, letting herself be guided until she was standing directly between his long legs.

“There,” he said, his smirk returning. “That’s better.”

She laughed nervously, her eyes once again everywhere but on his.

They fall into a silence yet again, the lack of sound almost deafening in her eyes. It was too loud, the silence, it gave too much space for her mind to drift off somewhere dangerous.

Ran took her hands and placed them on his shoulders, his skin warm through the fabric of his shirt.

Her heart pounded in her chest as her fingers brushed the curve of his collarbone, though she tried to keep her voice steady. “Ran—”

She wasn't sure if it was herself of Ran that had cut her off, the intensity of his gaze freezing her words before they could leave her lips.

It was so loud. Too loud.

The unwavering fire in his eyes as he stared up at her made her heart leap for the thousandth time. They spoke such volumes that words couldn't have been able to articulate accurately enough.

Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, his grip steady on her waist. The space between them grew smaller and smaller, suffocatingly smaller, and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.

“Ran,” She tried again, but her voice broke on the syllable.

“Hmm?” He asked, his voice low and teasing, his eyes never leaving hers.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her thoughts were spinning too fast, tangled between the firm pressure of his hands and the steady pull of his gaze. She felt his fingers flex against her waist, drawing her in even closer.

His hands cascaded down her body, leave a trail of electricity, before pulling her into his lap. He positioned her, using the back of her knees to place her legs on either side of him.

She froze, keeping herself stable by using his shoulders.

Neither of them said a word. His hands rested lightly on her hips, holding her there as though they had always belonged. Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, and she felt the heat of his touch radiating through her, making her head spin. She tried to focus, to gather her thoughts, but it was impossible under the weight of his gaze.

Ran’s eyes flickered down to her lips briefly, then back up to meet hers. The silent tension between them was almost unbearable, a taut wire threatening to snap. She swallowed hard, her fingers flexing against his shoulders as if to ground herself.

Then, almost without thinking, her hands began to move.

She started slow, hesitant, her palms trailing down from his shoulders to his chest. Her touch was light, almost experimental, as if testing what she could get away with. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, the way his muscles tensed slightly under her touch. Her gaze flicked up to his face, searching for any sign of resistance, but he didn’t stop her.

If anything, he encouraged her.

Ran’s dark eyes followed her every movement, sharp and intent, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t say a word, but the way he looked at her—hungry, patient, expectant—made her pulse thunder in her ears.

Her hands continued downward, over the ridges of his torso, the fabric of his shirt doing little to mask the firm lines beneath. Her fingertips brushed the hem of his shirt, and she hesitated, her breath catching in her throat.

He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her flushed skin. The other hand slid around her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Her lips parted, her breath shaky as her hands stilled against his chest. She could feel the strength in his hold, the unspoken promise in the way he touched her—a promise of more to soon come.

And when he finally kissed her, it wasn’t soft.

It was fiery, consuming, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. His lips moved against hers with a fervor that made her head spin, his hand tilting her face just enough to deepen the angle. She melted into him, her hands sliding instinctively back up to his shoulders, clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

The world faded around her, her senses narrowing to him—the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands, the way he kissed her like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Her mind went fuzzy, her thoughts dissolving into nothing but the sensation of his mouth on hers, the way he tasted, the way he made her feel.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, her own movements growing bolder, more certain. His hand on her back pressed her closer, as though he couldn’t get enough of her, as though he wanted to pull her into him completely.

And she felt just the same.

Ran pulled away, and before she could even begin to wonder why, he plops her onto the bed beside him. He turned around, climbing on top of her like a prowling tiger.

They both knew where this was going, where it was always going to go between them. So at this point, she didn't bother to hide her desire, her deep rooted lust.

They struggle to maintain their open mouthed kiss while taking off each other's clothes, every movement as if they're somehow running out of time.

He didn't even allow her a moment to try and cover herself in embarrassment, let the usual coyness kick back in. His mouth and hands were already hard at work, kissing all over her neck and chest, his hands cupping and squeezing at her soft breasts.

He loved the way her chest rose and fell, harder and harder the more he touched and licked at her skin. He worked his way down her body, all the way down until he's kissing between her plush thighs.

His hands stroked and worshipped each leg, spreading them open by the back of her knees to make room for his face.

“R-Ran, wait!" She muttered, barely above a whisper. He ignored her, already understanding her protest to be her shyness talking.

His eyes found hers, gazing intently just to see her face contort into pleasure as his tongue gently kitten licks between her folds before slowly circling her pearly clit.

“Ohhh!" She cried out breathlessly. Her legs attempted to close, fighting against his strong grip under her knees, holding her spread for him to eat her out uninterrupted.

“Ughh.” She whimpered softly, obviously trying to keep her moans down. He wasn't having that though. He was determined to make her cry for him, make her scream. His tongue prodded at her little hole, before diving straight inside, in and out.

He ate her out sloppily and slowly—messily, moaning against her pussy as his tongue worked her to her first orgasm. He could feel her legs trembling, feel her grip onto his tresses as she arches her back. She was going to cum already, and he couldn't wait to taste her.

“Raaaan! Rannieee!” She cried out between pants, struggling to keep her body under control along with her pretty moans.

She squeezed her eyes closed, her body tensed up as she finally releasing on his tongue. He didn't waste a single drop, lapping up at her hole to catch it all. As she came down from her high he didn't bother to stop, continuing to suck and kiss her clit, and press his tongue inside her walls.

She couldn't hold herself back anymore, her hands pull and grip on his hair roughly, her brows knitted together in ecstasy.

“I-I can't! I'm cumming again!” She whimpered cutely, trembling worse than her previous orgasm. He moaned softly against her clit, the sound low and approving, sending a thrill down her spine. She climaxed once again, her body taut from the intensity of her release. He allowed her to ride it out, gently slowing to a stop before letting go of her legs, licking his lips as he'd just had a satisfying meal.

“You taste so good. Just as good as you look, Princess." He cooed, reveling in the flattered little laugh she let out in response.

He climbed over her, leaning down onto his elbows as he dove in for another kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She was too lost, too high off her orgasms and the kiss to notice him reach between them and angle himself with her dripping entrance. She gasped as his tip presses inside her, forcing her walls to stretch and accommodate his length. He couldn't help the drawn out moan that breaks past his lips, vibrating against hers as he finally bottoms out deep inside.

She felt even better than he'd been imagining this whole time. His fantasies and wet dreams couldn't compare to the real thing. Her walls gripped him so tightly, as if determined to lock him in place inside her forever. Her pussy was so overwhelmingly pleasurable.

He tongued her mouth, catching every moan and whimper while he strokes her walls. Her small hands barely manage to wrap around his biceps, but they try, her nails starting to dig into his skin.

She cried out to him, struggling to get her point across between kisses and pitifully loud moans of pleasure. “Mmmm! S-so....so good! Don't stop!”

Ran, motivated by her plea, begins pounding into her, picking up the pace. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripped her legs and folding her in half in pursuit of a better angle.

“Ugh, ugh yes! Right there, right there!” She moaned, throwing her back against the pillows.

“Right here, baby?” He teased, his hard dick kissing against her sweet spot, again and again. He felt her body trembling once again, only partially contained by his hands keeping her still.

She twitched and cried out uncontrollably, her moans and pleas no longer coherent. He had her right where he wanted her, fucked so good she turns into a babbling mess, begging and whining for nothing in particular.

He felt her orgasm ripple through her body violently, coating his dick with her cum as he continued pounding into her. She didn't come down from her high, he kept the momentum going, force feeding another orgasm right after the next.

“There you go, baby. Keep makin' a mess on my dick.”

Her trembling hands pressed against his abs, a weak attempt to slow him down. She'd already become overstimulated, pushed past her limit, but he doesn't care.

He wouldn't stop till he cums all over her pretty stomach.

She moaned his name over and over again, tears forming then cascading down her cheeks as he ravages her. She came once again, and another time back to back. She'd never felt so amazing before, so utterly taken care of and satisfied by a man. This was the best sex she'd ever had.

“Rannie, please...c-cum.” He felt his dick twitch as she starts begging and pleading for him to finally cum, unable to handle another world shattering orgasm. He looked down at her, the way her teary eyes silently begged him, the way her hands touched his stomach, her moans that blended with the erotic sounds of her sloppy, wet pussy as he fucked into her. He felt himself going to cum soon.

He coaxed another orgasm from her, causing her to whine loudly, her hands desperately attempting to throw off his rhythm.

He gave her three, four more strokes before he pulls out, cumming onto her stomach with a long, drawn out moan of satisfaction. She huffed, her body struggling to aid her in catching her breath.

Ran plopped down on the bed next to her, his chest rising and falling heavily as he comes down from his own high.

They laid in silence for a short while, before she finally spoke, “That was so good.”

Her tone was breathless, with a tinge of shyness, already making it's way back to the forefront.

“Yeah, it was. You're pussy's so good we might have to go for another round.” He mused, though his lilac eyes held a seriousness that left her no room for questioning.

“I...don't think I'd mind that.”

[theoceanoasis]

Hi,

Can we get a part 3 to Rodimus secretly carrying drift & Ratchets sparkling?

Maybe at the dinner its revealed its drift & ratchets sparkling?

Rodimus keeps pushing off the dinner until he’s showing which happens early on because it’s actually two bitties. The other is just hiding.

He paced back and forth knowing he needed to get ready for the dinner but finding himself unable to. He didn't want to go. He couldn't force himself to act like he didn't know the truth.

He saw the look in Ratchets optics. Some part of him knew the truth and it terrified him. They had so much more influence then him. They'd already made it clear they didn't want a relationship with him.

If they knew the truth he was scared they'd take his sparkling away from him. He didn't want to think Drift capable of such a thing but neither of them could carry and they both wanted a sparkling. Maybe if he was desperate enough.

Maybe if he thought about it for too long and all the things he's done wrong his best friend would think it was for the best. His sparkling would be taken from him and he'd never get to see them again.

He doubted Ratchet would have a problem with it. He'd probably even encourage it. He'd never liked him only tolerated him when they slept together. If he found out he was sparked with his child he would take them away from him.

He rushed to the bathroom feeling sick and threw up. He then laid on the floor staring at the ceiling feeling dizzy.

His comm rang and he answered it without thought.

"Roddy?"

"Drift?"

He croaked.

"You don't sound good."

"I'm not feeling well."

"Do you need us to check in on you?"

"What's the symptoms?"

Ratchet asked having come over when he mentioned not feeling well.

"I feel dizzy and I threw up. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Get some rest we'll cancel the dinner."

"Okay."

He shivered.

"If you continue not feeling well call us and we'll come get you."

"Okay."

He lied even though he had no intention of doing that. Hanging up the comm he laid there for a long time.

He knew it wasn't over and that it wouldn't be long before Drift was trying to reschedule.

He pushed it off for as long as possible, always having an excuse and avoiding Drift and Ratchet. It wasn't easy because his pre natal appointments were at their clinic. But he managed to schedule his appointment with other medics.

His belly was growing quickly which he'd been alarmed about because everything he read said it was too soon.

His medic reassured him that it was fine and after doing an ultrasound he was shocked to find out he was having twins. One had been hiding behind their sibling which is why they hadn't been picked up yet.

Leaving his appointment he'd been so distracted with the news he didn't notice Drift or Ratchet who all but trapped him.

"What is it?"

He looked between the two of them trying to hide his nervous he was.

"We want you to have dinner at our house."

He tried to argue but Ratchet cut him off.

"Don't even think about coming up with an excuse otherwise we'll go to your house."

"Ratchet."

Drift admonished and then turned to him.

"I've barely seen you recently and I want to catch up and see how you are doing."

Drift looked down at his sparked belly and he put a hand on it.

Drift seemed dissapointed when he noticed the large swell of his belly and he gave him a confused look until he realized. They didn't know he was carrying twins and with his belly this big it meant he was farther along then they realized. Which would mean they weren't the sires.

Relaxing slightly knowing his secret was a little more safe he agreed to the dinner. As long as they thought he was farther along then he actually was. They wouldn't wonder if they were the sire.