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tywrites · 1 day ago

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heavy | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

word count: 1,360 (not proof-read)

warnings: reader is implied to have depression

a/n: okay so this is really bad since i haven't written in quite a long time but!! i love him and i Needed to write something abt him. i desperately need more mateo fics lmao. hope you enjoy <33

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You rolled over in your bed, the usually comforting plush of your mattress feeling awfully cold today. You sighed, closing your eyes and quietly hoping to just fall back to sleep. Things had been… difficult recently. Losing your job had definitely taken its toll on you – on your mental health in particular. Even when working from home, you still had to make the time to leave every so often and interact with the real world. But with everything that had happened recently with the dateviators, you hadn’t been able to leave at all.

Of course, you still had the objects. And they were great company! Most of them anyway. But it didn’t stop you from feeling a bit… alone sometimes. You sighed softly, finally accepting the fact that sleep wasn’t coming. You looked over to your end table at the dateviators. You had a lot to do. It was really overwhelming, honestly. You hadn’t even met all of the objects in the house yet, let alone made any progress towards realising any. You had made a lot of close friends through them though. And even one very special, different relationship…

Even just thinking of Mateo brought a slight smile to your face, cheering up your bleak mood ever so slightly. If you’d told yourself a few weeks ago that you’d soon be dating your blanket… well, considering your track record with love, it wouldn’t be all that surprising.

You bit your lip, reaching over to the dateviators. You popped them on, blinking at the warm, pink hue that enveloped your vision. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to this. In a second, Betty had materialised in front of you, perched on the edge of the bed – or uh, on the edge of herself. She gave you a soft smile.

“How’re you feeling today, gorgeous?”

You made a face. “Well for starters, I don’t feel very gorgeous,” you reply groggily, sitting up as you wiped a hand over your tired face.

She chuckled. “Sweetie, you’re always gorgeous to me. But what’s got you so down? You barely slept last night, or the night before… should I be offended?” She was clearly joking, but there was a definite tone of concern in her voice.

“Nah, it’s not you, it’s me,” you admit, looking down at the sheets. “I just… I don’t know. I feel so… heavy? I’m so tired, all the time. Which makes no sense, let’s be real, I’m doing nothing all day but..” You trail off, unsure of how to word it. “I just can’t sleep though. I can’t relax. I feel so tense all the time and I don’t see a way out of it. Easier to just lay in bed, I guess,”

She looks at you, worry in her eyes. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked. You try your best to force a smile.

“Not really. I think it’s just… something I have to deal with on my own,”

She frowned. “Honey, I don’t think-”

“I’ll see you tonight, Betty. Thanks for the talk,” you said quickly, standing up and heading to the bathroom, leaving Betty sitting on the bed, her face twisted in concern.

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You’d spent most of the day dodging the other objects. Mateo especially. You just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone right now. You left the dateviators on the table next to you, doom scrolling on your phone until the socially acceptable time to hit the hay. You were planning to go straight to bed, not call on anyone with the dateviators. The idea of bothering any of them, of forcing them to sit and listen to your silly problems was excruciating. But as you settled down into bed, trying in vain to close your eyes and let sleep come for you, there was only one thing on your mind.

You knew how upset Mateo would be if he knew you were avoiding him, especially if he knew it was because you weren’t feeling the greatest. Helping others is what drove him, it was the one thing he took pride in the most. He’d never let you wallow in your own self pity. You glanced at the glasses on your bedside table and sighed in defeat. You slid them on slowly.

You hadn’t even had them on for a few seconds before Mateo was materialising. You didn’t expect him to be right here, waiting for you. He was usually in the living room, caring for the inanimals. That man never took a break. When you saw the worried expression on his sweet face, you wanted to break down there and then.

“Ah mi vida, finally!” He said, sitting down onto the edge of the bed. “I’ve been waiting for you all day,”

You flushed in embarrassment. So he’d been watching your pathetic display of self-loathing, huh? “Sorry, Mateo… I’ve just been, um, tired,” you said, avoiding his eyes. If there was anything in this world that could make you immediately spill all your darkest secrets, it was Mateo’s big, brown eyes.

“I’ve noticed… my love, I’m worried about you. Betty came to me earlier and told me you haven’t been sleeping. Is that true?” He asked tactfully.

“Betty said that?” Betrayal, you thought.

“She was worried. Honestly, a lot of us have been worried. You haven’t been acting like yourself for a while now. If there’s anything I can do, anything at all, you know you just have to ask, right? I would do anything for you,” he said, a small blush rising to his cheeks. “I mean, I’d hope you’d know that…”

You finally look at him, truly seeing the concern on his features. His bedhead was especially messy today, as though he’d been running his hand through it every five seconds. His usual easy smile was replaced with a small frown and you realised something. In that moment, you would do anything to see that smile again. As you were preoccupied with gazing into his eyes, Mateo took this opportunity to place his hand over yours. His touch was feather soft as his thumb gently traced the back of your hand. You could almost feel your anxiety melting away.

You finally spoke.

“Mateo?”

“Yes, amor?”

“Could… could we cuddle?”

You ignore the burning in your cheeks and make your request, looking down at his hand still on yours. You focused on his touch. His touch seemed to make many things a whole lot easier.

At your words, a huge grin took over Mateo’s face. “You never even have to ask,” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss onto the back of it.

You manoeuvred yourself so there would be room for Mateo beside you, turning so your back was towards him. He wasted no time in enveloping you in his arms, pulling you into the comforting warmth of his chest. His face snuggled into the crook of your neck and he took a deep breath in.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. The inanimals have missed you too…”

An arrow of guilt hit you right in the heart.

“I’m really sorry, ‘Teo… I-”

“You have no reason to be sorry, amor. Look, I can tell you’re struggling right now. And there’s nothing wrong with that at all, you have nothing to be ashamed about. But you have people around you that can help share your load, okay? You taught me that when we first met. When you bottle it all inside, it’s just too heavy for one person to handle. I want to help you. Please let me,”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You sniffled, wiping them away as quick as you could but they just kept coming. Mateo brought up the sleeve of his plush duvet jacket, wiping away the tears as they trickled down your face. You both said nothing. You laid there, wrapped up in Mateo’s arms, feeling more safe and secure than you had in a very long time. If Mateo was there to help you hold it, maybe things could be a lot lighter from now on.

#mateo manta #mateo manta x reader #date everything #date everything x reader #mateo manta imagine #date everything imagine #ty writes

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sylusgworl · 2 days ago

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(INVOLUNTARILY) GAWKING ft. xavier

content: fluff, fem!reader, housemates!au, pre-relationship situation, reader is awkward, xavier tries at flirting (and kinda fails),

a/n: it's too hot outside to properly function so my brain birthed this fic, uh enjoy ig - wrote this in like 15 mins (my study break) so it yet to be proofread. wc: 857 . rbs are very appreciated <3

m.list

it is infact not alright when it's 37 °C outside (about 100 F) and you are living with a (male) housemate.

nope, you no way you were going full on nude in front of xavier, nope. you'd rather die from the heat. although, at some point the heat became so unbearable any insane thought became completely rational.

“ugh it's so hot,” you groaned while stretching on the sofa, the shorts and tank top feeling sticky against your skin.

oh, right, the ac refused to turn on for some reason, and the fan was broken, apparently one of its blades had snapped off and it just stopped functioning correctly.

xavier cocked his head out of his room, a pearl of sweat sliding down his temple until it fell in a bead down from his chin.

he had it way worse, his wide shorts just right above the knee and a white t-shirt... just the sight of that made you sweat.

“it's alright [name], i've just ordered another one, it'll be delivered in a couple of hours,” his soft voice angelically carried the glad tidings, except you felt even more desperate and exhausted.

more hours of that inferno.

you closed your eyes. maybe a short nap would help take you out of that dread. minutes passed and... nope it was too hot to sleep.

you sat up and headed for the kitchen. there, a sight made you stop in your tracks. an unexpected one.

xavier leaned against the counter, shirtless, while drinking a can of chilled soda. his toned muscles seemed to shine under the natural light of the sun, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with each sip.

he didn't seem to notice you, so that gave you a chance to observe him for a while longer.

he was attractive alright.

you'd been housemates for about a month, but your schedules never aligned in a way that you'd be that often in each other's presence, so you'd never actually paid attention to xavier's presence around you.

you just thought having a man as a flatmate had too many downsides for your liking, but still accepted him as you really needed someone to split the rent with.

“oh, you're here,” his calm tone slowly carried you out of your trance.

xavier put down his soda and turned to face you, but then noticed his bare chest so he crossed his arms against it and swiftly turned around, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

“oh how long have you been there? i'm sorry, i didn't realise...”

“no no, it's alright haha... i've been here for a while, i didn't mean to stare,” you stretch your hands forward in a defensive way, “but! i was going anyway...” you trailed off and ran away in a jiffy, heart thumping and a familiar warmth in your face.

shit. did i just get caught gawking?

you bit your lip in frustration and closed the door to your bedroom before plopping onto the carpeted ground.

dignity gone, you started planning your move-out. because, how could you even face him after that.

desperation aside, two hours went by, and except for the heat and the embarrassing scene from earlier replaying in your head every time you closed your eyes, nothing eventful happened.

“[name]?” a voice called out to you, followed by a knock.

you hesitated but still got closer to the door. “is she asleep?” a voice mumbled from the other side, so you nervously opened up.

xavier's watchful blue eyes were the first to meet your surpised - not really - gaze.

your heart leaped to your throat, you cleared your voice. “y-yes?” oh god, how awkward.

“i just wanted to tell you, the new fan has just been delivered,” he pointed to the living room.

“i already installed it, i think the maintenance is coming to fix our ac in about a day or two,” he said, trying to keep a neutral tone while scratching the back of his head.

your eyes involuntarily jumped to his flexed arm and you had to call each and every atom of your self-control to avert your gaze and stop staring.

“oh! that's... great! yeah!” you answered, a bit to excitedly. you hoped it sounded as natural as possible, embarrassment from a couple of hours prior still holding you captive.

xavier nodded and turned around, walking a few steps. then, as if he'd remembered something, he stopped and turned around.

you'd only now noticed a small bag he was carrying in his hand. he then offered it to you.

“here, since i've put the fan in the living room, use this if it's too hot at night,” and off he went, as soon as you grasped it.

closing the door behind you, you unpacked the gift(?) only to find a mini desk fan. how adorable, you thought with a smile, thinking of xavier's attentiveness, as warmth spread across your chest from gratefulness... and maybe something else.

a small paper fell out, so putting the object aside, you opened it.

i'm sorry for making you feel embarrassed earlier. also, i didn't say you couldn't look, you can stare as much as you want.

you gulped. oh.

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 2 days ago

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○Chemical Burn●

○Chemtrails●

Master list has all warnings. 18+

Additional warnings ⚠️: homeless population displacement by use of force. Dehumanization of people. Violence and description of victims being shot and "mercy" killings. Forced drugging of reader.

a.n: been a brick since I've done a note at the start. Please refer to the additional warnings. I've mentioned it here, but I will restate. This is a dark fic, and if you are not ready to dislike TF 141 and their actions, then this isn't for you. I switch between reader's and Kyle's pov this chapter. I know I didn't say anyone's designations yet but that will be covered next chapter. Anyway, this is 5,100 words so buckle in and I swear to God I was possessed. Enjoy!

You could barely stand the heat coursing through your body. Lazy flicks of your wrist moved your paper fan and stirred up the warm air around you. Some form of relief is granted once the ac unit kicks on and you flop back into your nest. The four days of your heat always makes you more irritable than normal, but at least it's not as bad as some of your peers. The cycle control you take makes the symptoms lessen and be more tolerable.

There's a knock at your door and you call out, “Come in.”

The door creaks open and it's Avarice. He shouldn't be in your room and his presence lets you know he snuck in. Those honey brown eyes of his crinkle in the corners and he holds up a small plastic bag filled with little square butter mints. “Look what I got Sweetie.” He's quick to kick off his boots and strip out of his shirt before plopping down into your nest.

The growl you let out is soft with no real anger behind it, “You're sweaty and you smell like outside, get out of my nest.”

Your words don't deter him. Instead he removes the ribbon from the bag and pulls out a light blue mint, “I went through all the trouble to get you these dumb butter mints you like so much.”

The insides of your stomach flip at the way he presses the candy to your lips. He smells like outside, but under it is the gunpowder that clings to him for days when he gets back from his travels. Just beyond that, if you concentrate hard enough, his natural scent of the world right before it rains struggles to come through. He's intoxicating and you breathe him in deeply.

You open your mouth and the mint gets placed on your tongue and a burst of sugary happiness settles over you. It's not love, not just yet between you both, but the promise is there.

Candy is hard to come by, and he always shows his adoration to your sweet tooth.

“I'm glad to have you back. Be gone before my dad and mom find you up here.” You lay back down, and he lays next to you.

“Sweetie,” He sounds so loving as he brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, “I'm glad we don't live in the cities. But it gets harder and harder to take those types of freelance jobs out that way.”

“Why?”

“It just is, an omega boy we were tasked with tracking down, poor kid who couldn't have been older than like fourteen, escaped and when we found him he killed himself.” He sighs deeply, “They medicate them to make sure they can get pregnant on the first try and if they would rather have death-” his voice trails off when he realizes what he is saying.

“God punishes those who harm the weak.” You close your eyes, “I'm too hot and tired for this conversation Avarice. So please.”

You both don't say anything else.

○Present Day.●

The inside of the green dome is humid and clean. Gas masks aren't needed here. The ground is fertile and grass grows tall but not too tall because of the livestock kept on it. The sun beams down on your face through the glass ceiling. The dome took years to be built, it's your father's pride and joy and he built it with help from the community of different packs he oversees. He's something like the high head alpha or some sort. Everyone answers to him or who works directly under him.

This place is all you've ever known, peace, clean air, being barefoot, your manicured toes digging into the soil. You're supposed to be completing your own chores, you and your dog Sacha, sent out to the fields to gather up the sheep and bring them in. Your veil hangs loosely around you, it's the pretty light blue one that all young omegas in practice of priesthood wear. It creates a barrier between you and the prickly grass, Sacha lays his head on your stomach.

“We gotta get up at some point, Sacha.” You make no move, body heavy with tiredness from the humidity. “I wish Dad would let them turn the fans on. Hell.” You complain. Sacha only whines in agreement or what seems like agreement.

“Sweetie!” The distant call of your pet name rings through the air.

Your limbs move sluggishly as you sit up to spy your brother. He's racing towards you, riding on Dune. Anansi is a freshly presented alpha, young, spry, spirited, and to you a bit of a nuisance but everyone else calls him charismatic and boisterous. Wherever he goes, pranks usually follow and plenty of complaints from the beta population of the community. He looks like a clone of your father but with your mother's coloring, just like you. Bronze skin that is slowly but surely being covered in tattoos, his curly hair frames him like a halo and pulled out of his face. Bright brown eyes sparkling in the sun like gems, and a smile so wide it nearly splits his face in half. Dune huffs and puffs as he comes to a gradual stop and Anansi hops off of him. His respirator mask hangs loosely around his neck and he's dressed like he's ready to cause trouble.

“No.” You lay back down, “Find somebody else.” Sacha barks and gets up to sniff at him. His tail wags so hard that he vibrates all over.

“You're not even doing your chores.” His voice cracks with the last vestiges of puberty. “Sweetie, come on.” He begs.

“Why, so we both can get in trouble? Besides” you close your eyes and breathe in deep, “my coverings and black veils are on the clothesline.”

“Sweetie come on, what you got on is fine and we're only going out the dome for a trail ride.” He plops down next to you and leans in close. In the most conspiratorial way ever he snickers, “Your little boy toy is on the way back, don't you wanna meet him without Dad looking over your shoulder?”

Squinting against the sun, you think about the consequences. It won't be a far ride to meet your sweetheart. He's pretty and lean with honey brown eyes and sports a silly undercut. People call him arrogant but you think he is confident. He runs in mercenary circles outside of the dome, normally taking jobs that require tracking, he doesn't say much more about it. His pack has been integral in communications and security. The sad part is that his mother and your father don't get along very well, the two alphas butting heads on every little thing. Against your better judgment you get up and ignore the dread that tries to take hold of you.

“Fine, lemme-” You can barely agree fully before your pastel gas mask is yanked out of Anansi's bag. “You went in my room?”

“Didn't want to take more than one trip.” He whistles for Dune and the horse perks up ready to go. He digs in his bag and pulls out Dune's mask along with the one used for Sacha.

“Dad and mom are going to kill me for letting you talk me into letting us do this.” In the back of your mind though, you worry about if someone will notice you outside. You have the anatomy of a female omega, male omegas can beta pass easily with the right clothing. Your scent won't be well hidden without your full body veil but you won't be too far from the dome. Sacha sits still while you snap his mask in place and then double checking after Anansi's work on Dune, you climb on with him.

To the far far east of the dome is the entrance that leads to a back road. It's less traveled by on the account of all the vegetation that grows wildly and the woods and settlements where the diseased make their shanty town. Your mother twice a month goes out this gate with a small band of acolytes and nuns. Plenty of food that can be spared and medicines that she makes. Tonics that make dying easier from the effects of polluted air and disease. Potions that stop ruts and heats all together permanently, a rather painful process you've had to help administer. It's part of the good will and the right to live and die with humanity and dignity that the world denies them. From time to time, an emergency delivery is done on runaway betas and omegas that escape their cities. Pups can't be raised out in the open, too many crazies and pup snatchers, and gangs of roaming degenerates. Sometimes to your bewilderment they get it done and before the sun is down they are headed back to where they come from. So very much wanted and unwanted pups are done away with by your mom and the older acolytes who are just shy of priestesshood.

Nobody ever calls it what it is. It's illegal and goes against the laws.

The gate is the same glass door that opens out to a decontamination chamber. Anansi puts in the access code and it hisses open. The two door system takes a moment to spray you all down before the outer door slides open to the outside world. On the other side of the glass dome, birdsong is bright against the trees. The wind blows against your face and pushes back your veil, it makes the small bells sewn into the edge of the veil tinkle. Anansi snaps the reins and Dune is off with Sacha taking the lead.

“Avarice said before he left that some cities are seeking out shanty towns.” Anansi gives you a quick glance before looking forward again.

“Why on earth would they bother those people?” You snort, “ain't it bad enough they already suffer?”

“Word got out that some shanty towns have healthy people that run there for sanctuary.” He answers back, he sounds concerned. “I hope they don't find the one near us.”

“Maybe if you ask dad again he will let you bring that boy in.”

“Nah, that ain't the issue.” He shakes his head, his body tenses, “Caleb, he's healthy, would be good and new blood in the community, but he ain't leaving his uncle. Poor man is wasting away but he's too afraid to go on his own terms.” He's solemn but perks up, “But it's okay, I'm sure it will all work out!”

You hug your brother tightly as Dune leaps over a fallen decaying tree trunk. Your mind settles on the excitement of seeing Avarice and you ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach.

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Deep in the woods off the beaten path, amongst the blooming trees and grasses that are out of place is a group of poorly put together tents and shacks. The trees and greenery are an anomaly against the dry land, the grasses blend into the dry cracked earth that approaches the main road. Not much wildlife roamed here except the birds that flew overhead. Their chirps were familiar and caused a sense of nostalgia to run through Kyle's mind.

Paradise doesn't have many birds and they are always scared away when the sirens ring every hour to signal the time during daylight. The surrounding areas around Paradise barely hold fertile land and inside the walls, there's not much green space as packs exist on top of each other. So it is truly a novelty when he and his team find the location that was given to them.

The encampment itself is filled with people moving about, trying to have some semblance of a life. He feels terrible for what's about to happen as soon as Captain gives the orders. These places are illegal settlements, they can breed diseases immune to the various vaccines that have been made to combat the biological warfare side-effects of the past. It's also the perfect hiding spot for fresh blood, runaway omegas and the betas and alphas that helped them. Pups that could get snatched by bad people and indoctrinated into horrendous cults. He's seen the worst that life has to offer and sometimes, people who are scared don't know any better. There's sweat on his brow, saturating his cap, he hopes the sun won't give him weird tan lines again that follow his half mask. His vest is heavy against him, but like always he doesn't mind the weight, some crazies have fashioned strange weapons these days, most of them akin to medieval melee weapons and for some odd reason everyone fights like gorillas during Vietnam.

His earpiece crackles to life and it's the Captain, “Is everyone positioned?” He's tired, and Kyle can hear it in his voice. Underneath it is anxiousness because the team he's leading is larger than normal. It's their pack and a few others hired for this contract to hunt down this encampment. The intel of some medicine woman hiding in the sticks amongst the sick and dying is doing horrible things, makes this all the more important.

It's illegal to perform and or administer care that kills an unborn pup. There are also laws about distribution of abortifants and other poisons. It's heinous, especially during a population crisis and the tricky navigation to avoid inbreeding.

There's confirmation of positions, and Kyle lets Price know he's at the choke point. Some other mercenaries are with him, both to assist and to surveill each other. There can't be any fowl play with a potential capture this large.

This medicine woman is a known alpha female. Brown skin, large no taller than 6 '0 maybe 260 pounds. She's known to travel with a group, sometimes there are armed escorts, sometimes it's just her and her followers. The followers are usually betas and omegas, and from the intel they wear gas masks, hinting that they aren't sick or defective.

“Ya ken,” Johnny's voice comes through the earpiece, his voice is always light. “What if we don't find her? Then what?”

Kyle grunts in annoyance, “Then we left Atlas with Kate and Odette for no reason.”

“Aye, ye jus a wee bit mad that his stay with them throws him off his sleep schedule.” Johnny chuckles. This causes some other people on the frequency to laugh at this too. Just about every other person has a young pup at home from the last cycle two months ago.

“Focus.” John is stern and the levity is snuffed out instantly.

There's a moment of silence, the birds become deathly quiet and it's just the wind rustling the leaves. John gives the signal and chaos can be heard. From Kyle's position at the choke point, he can catch glimpses of people scrambling. Their surprised screams rise high above the automatic gun fire, dogs are heard barking, herding them towards his team's position. The first person through the trail, bursting through the brush is young. They are thin, sickly and starving thin. Dressed in rags, exposed skin showing lesions that seemed to be open, Kyle takes it upon himself to fire the first shot. It goes through their head and they drop to the ground.

They wouldn't have passed the initial inspection of health anyway.

He thinks it's a mercy.

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You and Anansi had finally come to a stop just a short way from the main road, just waiting for your sweetheart's return and chatting. Sacha sniffs around the bushes and suddenly he perks up, head pointed towards the trees. A distant gunshot can be heard and then more, all of them rapid fire. You look at your brother and he's looking in that direction too. It's coming from where the shanty town is and before you can speak sense into him, he's already mounting Dune and galloping towards stupidity.

“Anansi! Wait!” You run after him. Panic grips your heart and lungs. He won't want to rest until he has his friend with him. “Anansi you idiot! Fucking wait!” It's an anxious feeling that claws at you. Terror because you never should have let him convince you to leave the safety of the Pink House and its glass dome.

Your mask makes it hard to breathe as you race through the trails. Blood rushing in your ears from the sheer adrenaline, it's distant but you can hear Sacha barking as he speeds ahead of you. Then the screams, the horrible screams that cut through the sounds of gunfire. You don't stop and push through the strain of pumping your legs, the tinkling of your veil is faint and all you can think is-

‘I shouldn't have left the dome!’ On repeat.

There is a distressed shout and the neighs of Dune, who sounds panicked. The sight that greets you when you finally break through the tree line makes your blood freeze. There are bodies bloodied and beaten, people in all black apprehending the very people you and your community have grown to care for. It's like watching a living nightmare in real-time. The only thing that breaks you out of your trance is the sound of Anansi's scream, you're moving before you know it. Dodging and jumping over bodies that resist and escape in the opposite direction. In your peripheral an arm snaps out, yanking you behind a shack. Your fists lash out, swinging blindly, but you're held still and against the side of the shack.

“Sweetie!” The scent of outside, gunpowder, and as always just under that the scent of the world before it rains while faint, stops your frantic struggle. Avarice has his respirator on, his eyes filled with fear and worry. “What the fuck are you doing out here?” He hisses and pulls you close to him, just as the heavily armed men run past the opening to where you both hide.

“We were waiting for you by the main road. We gotta find Anansi and get out of here!” The whole of you shakes uncontrollably. There's tightness in your chest.

“You gotta get out of here, I'll find him, get out of here and hide Sweetie.” He looks over your shoulder and then presses his hunting knife into your hand. “Don't look back. Keep going.”

“We gotta get Anansi! I can't leave hi-” He cuts you off by shoving you forward.

“I'll find him! Go!” He shouts over the chaos.

You take off running, following the panic towards the tree line. There's barking and out of the corner of your eye you spot it, a dog with a gas mask, with skull painted over it. It charges for you, direct line of sight. The ground is hard when you land face first. You've tripped over your skirt and your veil begins to slip free of your hair. Scrambling up, you push forward, the dog closing in on you. You've lost your brother, your family horse and your dog. Avarice is still in the chaos helping people escape and you pray he makes it out.

Pain is a funny thing. Your mother teaches that physical sensations remind the flesh and body that it's alive. Pain, pleasure, discomfort, ease, all of it keeps the body alive. So when fire shoots up your leg and through your side the first thing you think of is dying. The shock paralyzes you and before you can scramble back up a knee gets pressed into your back. Your veil slips from your head as you thrash about. You can't thrash hard enough, there isn't enough air circulating through the mask and the urge to wiggle it off is strong, but you don't.

“This one checks the initial inspection sir.” A man speaks.

“Get off me you sick fucks!” You scream and kick your legs, making the pain worse.

“It's a female, looks healthy, drag her to the keep pile.” You don't see who is speaking and through the thrashing both arms are seized and zip tied at the wrist. Your skirts are dirtied as you're tugged from the path and you get your first real look at the scene. People lay in the dirt dying or dead. Blood turns the dirt muddy, blood trails that lead in different directions. The man drops you next to other hostages that you recognize. All of them omegas and betas that had made their home in this shanty town, people you have treated.

There's another wave of screaming and gunshots to be heard, and that's when you see it, how they are clearing the area. Chasing terrified and sick people into their trap, killing those who won't make the journey and those that can and will.

It goes on, this madness for what feels like ever before it all stops. The sun is setting when the last person is zip tied and the mercy callings are done.

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“Cap, that's the last one. This choke point is cleared up. Fifteen headcount to take back to the city for medical attention.” Kyle stands in the middle of the trail overseeing his team collecting the dead. He tries to ignore the sobbing of the fifteen people who are healthy enough to be let into the city. He knows deep down that this is the right thing to do, but the initial feelings give him pause. In the long run, these people will thank them, thank them for getting them back to safety and in their right mind.

“Four on mah end Cap!” Johnny chirps, “Three if the one coughing is hacking up a lung from illness and not dust.”

“The area is clear.” Simon radios in.

John takes a moment before his voice crackles over the radio, “Good, let's get this all wrapped up. I don't want to be out in the open longer than needed.”

Kyle walks the trail, looking at the dead and he stops right in front of a pile of dirty fabric. It's blue and has bells sewn on it. It's too fancy to belong to any of the people that lived in the encampment. He picks it up and holds the soft slippery fabric between gloved fingers. A quick scan to make sure he isn't being watched too closely, and he then presses it up close to where his mask arches over nose. It's faint but he smells the scent of an omega just under the reeking stench of fear and panic. The lingering light balm of delicate flowers, he can't place it, his nose isn't as sensitive as Simon's. A memory is tickled in the back of his mind by the scent, warmth, laughter, scratches and heavy breathing. He sees her in his mind, bright and feisty, a bit of a trouble maker, most importantly she's alive.

She's not as he last saw her, scared, shivering, calling for her mother, slapping his touch away, crying for death.

“Uh Garrick sir?” A no name youngster brings him from his memory. Kyle glances over his shoulder and balls up the fabric tightly before stuffing it in between his chest and tact vest.

“Yeah kid?”

“We did another check of the uhm…” He doesn't know what to call them. Kyle didn't know what to call them in the beginning either. He doesn't force him to classify the people and encourages him to continue with a tip of his cap. The boy straightened up and continued, “Out of the fifteen, only six are male presenting, the other nine are female presenting. Three alphas, seven betas, and five omegas, and only one of them has a face covering sir.”

He's surprised that any of them have that. In these encampments, people tend to forego basic safety. He follows the young boy back to where they are holding their detainees, yeah that sounds better he thinks. It sounds nicer and not as permanent or dehumanizing. His gaze trails over all of them, dirty and nervous, not scared, but he stops at one. She's not rail thin or sickly looking, appears to be well fed and kept up. Her gas mask is bright and colorful, charms fashioned to it like the pups at home he's seen do. She isn't dressed in gray drab rags that are falling apart. That alone makes it so that he knows she doesn't belong.

If she isn't from here…then where did she come from?

“Stand her up.” He nods to her and the young boy hurries to do as he's told. She puts up a struggle, hiss and spotting curses, but eventually she is yanked to her feet. Kyle gets close to her, she fits some of the description of the fabled medicine woman that lingers in these parts. “You're not from here are you darling?”

She doesn't speak and her breathing is labored from either pain, exhaustion, anger, or a mix of all three. Her eyes narrow in and then she turns her head away from him. He notes though, that she keeps the corner of her eye towards him, staring at his chest. Kyle follows her line of sight and sees just the corner of the fabric poking out.

He questions her quietly, trying his best to come off as nice despite how all of this may seem, “This yours?”

“Fuck you and let us go!” She doesn't hesitate to snap back.

“Darling…” He already feels a certain type of warmth in his chest. Maybe it's grief or maybe he just misses his pup's mother. His last omega snapped often, right before she bared her neck and submits to whatever he craved. Mind made up he slings his gun into a more manageable position and then hoists the woman over his shoulder. She screams and berates him, he doesn't care since it's all hot air and lip service.

“You're a brute! The second I get free I'll kill you! My alpha is nearby! He'll kill you himself the second he gets here! I'll make sure of it!” She shrieks and wiggles, trying to dislodge his grip.

“Let's get them up to the truck, I'm sure Captain Price has already been by the other groups.” He commands his team.

He ignores the idle threats walking back to the encampment. The closer they get the thicker the air becomes with the scent of blood and gasoline. His mask filters out most of it, but the twinge of what's to finally come lingers in the back of his throat. Every encampment gets burned to the ground. Everything. Nothing can be saved or spared. Escapees that made it out past the choke points can't be left with diseased things, heaven knows what will spread. Dead bodies can't be left or the wildlife, what little still lingers such as wild dogs and cats, will eat them and spread sickness.

He passes Simon who only tilts his head in question at what he's got over his shoulder. The woman may have spotted him because she goes still and quiet immediately. Up by the truck, and really it's five of them, stands John.

He's with a medic, looking over the detainees as they are loaded one by one in the back cabin. The ones that don't make the last check before they set off are pulled to the side.

A single scream is heard before a shot silences it.

John raises both brows, noticing Kyle and his guest. He doesn't tell him no right away, stays silent so he can make his case on why she isn't walking and being given princess treatment. The closer he gets though, the more realization dawns in his blue eyes. “Whatcha got there Sargent?”

It's rhetorical and they both chuckle at that.

“Found her in the chaos sir. Smells like flowers.” Is all Kyle says.

The medic ping pongs between the two of them. “Do I check her too?” They are nervous, their voice shakes too much.

“Yeah, check her.” John reaches out to grab her by the chin but yanks back before she can clamp her teeth on his fingers. “Yeah…reminds me of flowers too.”

The medic wastes no more time before taking her temp, examining her eyes, with a bit of force they check her teeth and do a skin check for open sores that have trouble healing. She only has the gunshot wound to the leg, and is declared fine enough for transport. A needle gets pulled from the medical bag and that's when she struggles again.

“Sshh,” Kyle calms her and holds her tight. Her breathing picks up and she becomes frantic. “It's just enough to keep you calm on the ride back, don't want you hurting yourself.”

“No! No! No! AVARICE HELP!” She wails and tries to throw herself from his grip.

Plenty of people are watching now, everyone knows that name. John furrows his brow and speaks low into his comm mic. The medic struggles but the needle goes right into the side of her neck right below her mating gland. Kyle's surprised to see that it's unmarked, smooth with no teeth dents.

It makes his mouth water at the thought and implications.

“She can ride upfront with us.” John states. His comms crackle with static.

“I got him sir.” Simon can be heard and under it faintly the sound of Riley barking.

Kyle doesn't stay to hear the rest of what's said and moves to get situated. It's a two hour drive back to Paradise. The sooner they get going the better.

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“What happens in those big cities mom?” You ask. The work day is over and just about all of your wares and trinkets are gone. “Avarice tells me they are all different depending on who runs them.”

Your mom sucks her teeth, “They're all the same Sweetie. Harsh. Crowded. Not a lot of room to live. Everyone is in fight or flight mode. People who can tough it out, thrive there.” She looks towards the city that is walled up and shakes her head. She continues, “Folks who can make babies don't ever do well there. You can make babies and if you ever find yourself in a place like that, do everything you can to take your life or resign to submission.”

You've never been in an actual vehicle before. Your limbs feel heavy, mind clouded with fog. The last words of your mother's advice about those cities linger. Despite everything, you're too scared of death and don't want to die young. The world around you blurs, it's just shapes and distant noises. You imagine hearing the unmistakable sound of Avarice’s voice, you're not too sure. Whatever was in that needle finally pulls you under into darkness.

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angstywaifu · 1 day ago

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Black Dahlia - 61. Pretty Boy

Summary: After Violet's run in with Barlowe on the mat, Xaden has them ramping up their training. And Liam is looking for someone else to challenge. But his flirty mouth may just get him on the bad side of a certain Section Leader.

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The gym is a bit busier tonight. Challenges were back on, and with no one flying with how cold it’s been and the temperamental weather, everyone has been taking advantage of being up for extra training. As usual marked ones are spread throughout, training with the more experienced ones as per Xaden’s instructions.

Since Violet’s challenge with Jack, he’d been on edge more than usual, and was now more demanding about everyone under his care being on top of their training. Which mean Imogen and I had to increase the amount of training we were doing with Violet to keep him at bay. On the mats closest to the weights area, Bodhi and Liam are sparing, showing some techniques to some other first years who are watching them intently. Though with the amount of girls watching them I know they’re watching for reasons other than learning how to fight. And with the cocky smirk Liam flashes at them before putting Bodhi on his back, I know he notices the attention.

”Come on Durran, give me a real fight.” Liam complains as he helps pull him up from the mat.

”This is meant to be informative. Not a proper fight.” Bodhi points out.

Bodhi was never one to go all out in these sessions. Preferring to use the time to explain and show technique. Whereas Liam was always itching to prove himself. Which he didn’t need to. He was undefeated this year, and everyone knew he was a rider to look out for. Both on the mat and up in the air. He was a very talented rider.

”And what better way to teach then to show them a proper challenge. You’re holding back. I bet Imogen or Dahlia would give me a proper fight. Wouldn’t you ladies?” Liam asks as walk past.

”I don’t think tha-”

”Of course we would.” Imogen says a bit to eagerly as she cuts Bodhi off. “I’m sure the undefeated Squad Leader would love to put on a proper fight.”

I turn and look at her, utterly confused as to what the hell has gotten into her. Usually she’d brush the boys off and mutter something about pent up testosterone. Because this isn’t the first time they’ve tried to pull us into their training while he walk past.

”What do you say old Squad Leader?” Liam asks with a smirk as he braces his hands on his hips.

Imogen shoves me toward the mat as she relieves me of my pack. “Fine, but make it quick. I have other things to attend to.” I tell him as I walk onto the mat.

”I’m sure I can make that happen given my track record.” He says confidently as he starts to circle me.

”Come on then pretty boy, show me what you’ve got.” I taunt before he rushes me.

Despite his size he’s quick and agile. It’s what’s given him the upper hand against all the opponents he’s been put up against. Most people would assume due to his height and build he’d be a bit on the slower side. But I’ve watched him fight for most of this year, so I know what to expect. Especially when he come’s at me with a combo I’ve watched Xaden do countless times. I shouldn’t be surprised. They were fostered together, so it doesn’t surprise me that Xaden trained him during that time.

Liam lunges at me, pulling me from my thoughts as I dart backwards to get out of his reach. We fall into a rhythm with ease, as if we’d done this a thousand times before. Soon I get an opening and land a series of hits on him as he slows, clearly fatigued by the sparing he’d been doing with Bodhi prior.

”You’re getting slow.” I tease.

He grins, blonde hair falling into his blue eyes as he steps back to circle me again. He parries my next punch with a casual twist of his wrist. I pivot, trying to slip past his defences, but he grabs my wrist and spins me around, the motion pulling a laugh from my lips as he pushes me away.

”Oh please, I could go all night pretty girl.” He teases with a smirk.

”Alright, that's enough.” A familiar booming voice comes from the edge of the mat.

I turn to see Garrick who is practically shooting daggers at him with his glare, arms crossed over his chest as he focuses on Liam. It’s not hard to tell he’s jealous, clearly having heard the banter between Liam and I while sparring.

”We we’re just getting started. Unless you’d care to join us.” Liam throws back with a smirk, not helping the situation at all.

I watch as Garrick’s jaw ticks with his tell-tale sigh of being annoyed. If Liam wasn’t who he was, I have no doubt Garrick would have laid into him on the mat already. Fucking possessive man.

“I said that’s enough. Dahlia has other training to do.” He barks out.

Yep. Jealous as fuck.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to Garrick who keeps his eyes on Liam, as if looking for a reason to lay into him. He finally looks at me when I lay my hand on his bicep. His hazel eyes softening ever so slightly as they meet mine.

”Don’t worry, you’re a pretty boy to.” I tell him with a smirk before reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek which flushes bright red almost immediately before brushing past him and joining Imogen who looks like she’s barely containing her laughter.

”You did that on purpose.”

”I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She says with a smug smile on her face as she hands back my pack.

We turn and head over to the door to the weights area just as Liam joins Bodhi on the edge of the mats behind us.

”You could have fucking told me she was Garrick’s girlfriend. I thought they were just sleeping together.” Liam whisper yells at Bodhi.

Bodhi just shrugs. “Not my fault you live under a rock.”

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quietplace26 · 3 days ago

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Hey, I love your Furina!MC stories. I wanted to know if it's possible to write about a stronger and more confident Furina!MC. Like she knows how unjust and unfair her world was back home and she can't stand watching it happen in Fontaine. So with the knowledge of knowing the future and giving the middle finger to Focalors, she decides to take control of her story and baecome someone who has the power to speak up about this injustice and changes the outcome of Fontaine. Just really want to see a Furina!MC that doesn't care about Focalors wants her to be or what anyone thinks of her

You don't have to do this if you don't want to

Yeah, sure? I can try?

Note the reason Furina!MC lets Focalors get away with lot of stuff is because, well, she's in the poor bean's head? And one my hcs is Focalors is a master manipulator. She'll use words and dreams to break down Furina!MC to listen to her. And dreams that involve Focalors HURT.

But enough of that. Confidant Furina!MC time!!!

The first thing MC did when woke up as 'Furina' and heard Focalors give the order to rule Fontaine was go "Who the fuck-", "Where the hell-", and "Bitch! I'm not your puppet!"

And proceeds to give Focalors a mental middle finger before stomping towards Fontaine.

Fine. If this is how its gonna go, then it's going HER way and not the scaredy cat hiding in some stupid hunk of junk-

This Furina!MC refuses to be called 'Furina' despite Focalors yapping in her head demanding her to be called that. Her name was MC, both in her first life and this one.

She writes her own story, and in this story, she refuses to be a copy of Furina.

She cracks down on the laws of Fontaine, not even bothering to wait for Neuvillette who wouldn't be there for another 100 years-

She tosses away useless ones and puts in ones that actually make sense.

Like what do you mean that stupid law about 'It is forbidden to release any flying. objects during the first three days of each month-' actually exists currently?!

And when Neuvillette, or well, Leviathan as apparently his true name was, arrived, MC actually got physical with him because she didn't like his attitude.

She punched him, then tackled him to the floor, startling him so badly as he wasn't expecting this tiny speck of female to actually attack him.

With his shock, MC manages to pin him to the floor, her arm pressing down on his neck as she snarls into his face, telling him to submit or so help her-

She honestly expects to be thrown off, even a snarl back, considering who and what he was, but all she gets is wide pretty draconic, lilac eyes slowly blinking up at her, mouth open in a gawk.

He stares at her as if she was something mind boggling... ethereal.

MC just tries to ignore how damn pretty he was before asking if he was going to be a good, or if she needed to kick his ass more.

When he nods, MC smiles, finally getting off him, leaving the poor dragon still laying on the floor. His eyes still wide as they track her movement.

Unknowingly to MC, she had awoken a beast.

Her putting him in his place, making him submit- it did something to him. Did something to his instincts as a both a dragon and Sovereign.

Usurper she may be, but he didn't feel her use a speck of his power, only brute strength as she had him pinned to the floor like a naughty hatchling.

...It honestly made him compare her to a feral female dragoness who was showing her authority-

And that alone was a very attractive quality to Leviathan. This female could put him in his place. Him! The Hydro Sovereign-

Simp mode activated.

Besides this incident, Leviathan surprisingly slid into his role as MC's new Ludex without much fuss.

MC did find it odd when he started leaving gifts for her like seashells and fresh fish though... Ah, he must be trying to be friendly!

Badass as she may be, but noticing romantic gestures, not so much, lol.

But she gets it... eventually! only takes about 200 years but she gets there!

When the Melusines came into existence and Neuvillette asked to bring to Fontaine, MC had everything taken care up. Having already made laws for them 100 of years earlier and finally she could bust them out!

The laws were secured; they made it clear that Melusine's were not to be touched or harassed, that they were NOT creatures of the Abyss as MC had personally check them herself since she could sense abyss energy.

And if there's even a hint of the Carole situation about to happen, cue MC coming in with even more laws and punishments.

No Melusines were dying under her watch, damn it-

Basically, by the time canon timeline comes around, Fontaine both loved and feared MC.

She was strict with rules, not afraid to get her hands dirty, and will punch someone, if need be, but everyone in Fontaine knew, KNEW their Archon loved them.

Wriothesly is a good example of this as he still remembers meeting MC years earlier after finding out what his foster parents were doing, and when none of the guards seem to listen to him, finding his pleas as nothing more than the lies of a needy child-

The Hydro Archon appeared, and she listened to him. She listened to his whole story, about if she didn't do something, then HE will.

All MC does is ruffle his hair, saying everything will be find before asking for a Melusine to take him over to Palais so the personal doctor there could check over Wriothesley.

Wriothesley, before he left, was given the hilarious sight of his Archon tearing into the guard who originally brushed off Wriothesley's words, and the boy knew she would save him and his siblings.

And she did! His foster parents were immediately sent to the Fortress of Meropide... only they never make it. The ship transporting them capsized, and his foster parents were the only deaths.

And while it was never confirmed, or denied, Wriothesley had a feeling the accident wasn't an accident. That MC took care of his parents herself.

Because everyone knew she loved children, and HATED abusers.

But alas, no one says anything.

And as canon slowly makes itself known, MC sighs as she catches sight of the famous Traveler talking to Lyney in the distance.

She smooths out her outfit, flicks her hair, fixes her hat, and then stalks over to the still distracted Traveler.

Time to get this shit done. Hopefully by the time the prophecy was done, and Focalors gone for good, MC could finally go on vacation with her husband. Hm... Maybe she could convince him to travel to Liyue...

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bewitched-hours · 1 day ago

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I wanted to ask if you could make more of the yandere Noli and 007n7 thing. Something like they got into a fight and they’re all just fighting like children or just anything!

I just love that au ^^

Gonna be honest- I don't think I remember which one you mean but I'll gladly make more of them? I'll just try to come up with something new and hope it works but it'd be great if you could use a link to it if you make a new request so I know what you're looking for because I've done a lot at this point with Noli and 007... And not just one with them as yanderes-

Let's say reader gets She/They?

You've learned not to question your circumstances anymore...

It all started out fine when you agreed to team up with Noli and 007n7. Hell, you were giddy to work with other exploiters and you guys helped cover each other's tracks to hide from admins.

You were quick friends and had your own little base for just you three. A place you were most proud of even though you'd do most of the decorating. They didn't really seem to care much as long as it wasn't an eye sore or one simple colour.

No, you combined all your guys' colours together to make the best decorative palette ever!

You weren't into decorating even half as much as you seemed when you all moved in together at first. But turns out you were actually pretty good at it.

You got comfortable... Perhaps too comfortable...

You were blinded by the bliss of this new life and the comfort of your new home made you ignorant to the fact you were basically isolated.

Sure, you were part of a trio that caused chaos so who would wanna be associated with you but you wouldn't even get so much as a chase with some poor fellow who saw you and could report you. It was almost boring how little fight there was for you but you shrugged it off as bad luck.

Of course you wouldn't know that you were trapped because you flew into the cage first.

You wouldn't know that they intentionally kept you away from prying eyes and planned out where to send you in your chaos to get you away from people subtly. In a way that wouldn't have you suspect a thing.

But you only needed to see the truth once. They needed luck everytime they hid the truth from you.

One slip up was all it took.

One mistakenly placed box was all you needed when you got home after a shopping trip in your disguise.

They weren't home for once and you figured they were off causing chaos somewhere else, only causing slight envy to rise in your chest as you wondered why they couldn't wait for you.

But slamming the door caused a box to lose balance in the messed up pile of packages and you could only groan as the fact you now had documents to pick up and put back.

Except it wasn't documents... It was plans.

Papers that were left in the trash pile that would detail things they've done to keep you to themselves without raising suspicion which made the cogs in your head click together.

They were head over heels for you but in a way that made you cringe just a bit. A messed up part of you wanted to see how far they'd go and before you knew it, you were sat with the plans on a coffee table and curled up on the couch whilst reading through their strategies.

You had to admit, they were smart for playing you like they did but you still felt betrayed and confused.

Why? Did they think it was fun? Did they worry you'd try to run? Maybe they thought you could betray them?

Ugh, the more you questioned it, the more you wanted to find them and just ask. You weren't even that upset over it because of the life they gave you but...

Actually, maybe you were a bit upset. What if they used this life to lure you further in? It wasn't like you regretted being part of this trio...

You were growing drowsy when you heard the click of the lock that made you jump back awake in seconds. They were back and there was no hiding anymore. You had to quickly gather your courage and confront them.

They had been joking around until they turned the corner to see you calmly get up, papers in hand and giving them a cautious look that was even worse than when you had first met them. And even back then you've been cautious because you had no choice but to assume the worst from them.

It made their smiles turn to slight frowns. Only for Noli to start smirking again. Though he didn't say anything.

"I'm not gonna scream. I'm not gonna pretend to really be upset or any of that shit." You started, refusing to act like some movie main character. "But I just want to know why. Why did you need any of these plans and why would I be worth such a hassle???"

Your confusion only seemed to amuse them as they stepped closer. You let them because their plans did mention not letting you be harmed.

"Would you believe us if we said you were divine?" Noli's teasing tone made you cringe at such words but you chuckled lightly. "What? Don't act like you're obsessed now..."

"But we are." 007's firm tone made your gut practically scream.

There was no way this was happening...

Stepping away from them, you dropped the papers and shook your head. "No no no- I'm not about to let my whole life be controlled-" You were chuckling nervously, though a blush crept over your face.

Were you enjoying this? Maybe. But it didn't stop them from teleporting behind you to hold you in a loving embrace that had you more confused than anything.

"You're not being controlled~ We're just making sure to set a fair ground between letting you be so beautifully chaotic and independent and guaranteeing you'll never want to leave." Noli held held you from the front while 007 stopped you from behind.

You were effectively caged between them and the heat building in your face betrayed you. "... So you promise not to tie me up or anything to keep me at home, right...?" You muttered, biting your lip as you mentally cursed yourself out for letting them see you like this.

"How would we be able to see you laugh or smile otherwise?" 7n7's voice was quiet but you felt his head rest on your shoulder.

Great... You were essentially giving in.

"Well... I guess I shouldn't be complaining then... If everyone benefits..." You hesitated to raise your arms but Noli made sure to grab one of your hands for himself when you finally did. The other hand just went to feel 007's hair for a moment.

It was surprisingly soft...

"That's our little harbinger of chaos..." Something about those words felt... Right...

Honestly I feel kinda bad for not knowing what to give you for this one-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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thecowboyfiles · 2 days ago

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Could you write Bob Reynolds x transmasc reader pls? Like rough, but they both have control at some point. Also a little dysphoria comfort is always sweet. Tysm!!! Also i got recommended you by undying decay and your writing is so good obbsessiivley reading it now

Ahhhh I love mae so much and I'm so grateful to her for recommending me 🥰 I also loved this request and I hope you do too! Please come back and request more ❤️ Also, I have memberships now if you wanna check them out 💕 Cw for the use of the word "pussy" and "Cunt" to describe transmale genitalia.

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ⓘ Robert Reynolds x Transmasc Reader

It’s not unusual for things to get rough with you and Robby. Both of you needed to feel in control, You— because it helped ease the dysphoria and made you feel more ‘manly’ even if that was a bit cliche and he seemed to need it because his life had been out of control for so long that being in control in the bedroom gave him some sort of peace.

It always starts off slow; the tower is empty. You and Robert had been laying on your bed, making out for who knows how long, tongues slowly pushing in and out of each others mouths, biting and licking at each other’s lips, a lighter fight for dominance. Then, someone always takes control. Today, it was Robert.

He pulls away from you abruptly, like he’s got some sort of wild idea that just pinged his brain and for a second you think it might have nothing to do with you and he’s going to jump up out of the bed and abandon you for a sudden burst of inspiration and motivation to do something to help the team. It wouldn’t be the first time, but this time, his eyes tracked you up and down and an evil, greedy smirk spread out over his lips before he straddled your hips and pinned your wrists to the bed. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” He smirks, tightening his hands when you make a show of squirming underneath him and whining softly.

“If I’m yours, then you better take me,” You smirk up at him, biting at your bottom lip.

You didn’t know how long the two of you had been making out for, but you could feel Robert hard against your hip and your own boxers had been soaked for quite a while. You push up lightly, lifting your hips up off the bed and into his body, but he only tightens his grip, you’re sure you’re going to have five perfect, finger shaped bruises around your wrists tomorrow.

“You keep demanding things like that, and I’ll have to tie you up,” He threatens. You both know he would never, at least not unless you had talked about it before, it would take away too much of your control, but the threat of it still makes your cunt throb.

Robert takes a minute to lean down and grind his hard cock into you and give a needy whine but then it’s right back to control when he lets go of your wrists to shed you of your pants and boxers, then him of his own. With him preoccupied, you could move and take the control now, but you don’t, not yet, not when it was so obvious.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Robby,” You say in a hushed tone, watching him roll the condom onto his hard, leaking, cock.

“Don’t I always?” His smirk gives away that it’s not a real question, he knows that he does. “I’ll take care of you, sunshine, don’t you worry about that.” With the condom on, he leans back over your body and presses his lips to yours, a too soft gesture for what was about to happen.

Robert runs his hands down every inch of your chest and torso before he squeezes one of your thighs and hikes your right leg up on your shoulder. He gives you no warning before he pushes into you, punctuated with a loud moan. “Do you know how good you feel, baby? How tight and warm? Can’t fucking take it, and your perfect cunt is all mine,”

“Fuck, move, Robby.” You groan, stretched around his cock and desperate for the pleasure you knew was coming.

“Awfully bossy for a little boy who's on the bottom aren't you?" Robert smirks from above you, blonde hair falling into his face, but he's too preoccupied to push it back.

This was your moment. You wrap your legs around Robert's waist and push up with all your strength and flip the both of you over so you were straddling him with his cock still buried deep inside of you. "Now, who's on the bottom, little boy," you can't help but spit his words back at him while you grind down against him, hard and fast.

"Ah shit, oh fuck" Rob groans out, gasping in surprise, and whining as you speed up even more, this time, you lean down and press you lips into his, sinking your teeth into his lower lip and pulling.

"You wanna take control? You want this tight, wet, pussy to be all yours, Robby?" You smirk wickedly. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that." You knew what he could do, the kind of strength he had, and you both knew what you were really asking. The first time Robert had used his super strength in bed, he didn't have it quite so under control and you ended up needing a new bed.

Robert is still beneath you, whining and whimpering pathetically, half heartedly trying to push up further into you, but those works have his eyes popping open and shining up at you. The next time you're both flipped, it takes your breath away. The sheer speed and force at which you go from being above Robert to below him is dizzying and there's no chance to catch your breath as he pounds into you. All you can do is grasp desperately to his back, leaving raised red marks from your nails and just hope you aren't loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Robert had made sure you came three times before he even came once and despite how tired and worn out you were, you never passed out before you two had a chance to hold each other close and talk. "Does it bother you when we use words like that?" Robert asks softly after a long stretch of silence and just soaking each other in.

"Words like what? You ask tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

"Y'know... like cunt and pussy and stuff."

You take a moment to think about it but then shake your head gently. "No, not really. Maybe if someone else used them, but I know how you see me." You smile softly.

"Oh yeah? And how do I see you, pretty boy?"

"Exactly like that," You grin, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.

#robert reynolds #robert reynolds smut #robert reynolds x reader #bob reynolds smut #bob reynolds fanfic #bob thunderbolts #thunderbolts #bob reynolds x reader #marvel #new avengers #thunderbolts*#mcu #sentry #thunderbolts fanfic #bob reynolds #the sentry

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holding-on-to-josh · 1 day ago

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i need to rant about how much i love snap back. this song is an absolute masterpiece in terms of sound, lyrics, harmonies, and meaning. me and my close friend were talking about how amazing this song was yesterday. love you avery

- it has this distinct summer sound that sounds nostalgic to me and it just feels like i’m driving toward the sunset and it gives me a feeling like everything’s gonna be okay, despite the song itself

THIS PART is so deep. it’s like you’re still running from the past, but more so you’re still THINKING about the past which is keeping you from looking into the future and seeing what’s right in front of you. this i feel is something anybody can relate to because we look back a lot on life and try to use it to improve.

This idea of refusing help and possibly pushing away people you love because of how closed off or isolated you may feel. i know for a fact that when i’m going through something or having a rough day i lash out at anyone who tries to talk to me or help, and this lyric is absolutely amazing at describing this feeling of biting the hand that helps you, then giving it stitches.

first of all, the backslide reference! these two songs feel like siblings to me. but about the lyrics, the song is talking about a backslide, a relapse, a return to something. “all of that progress lost today” “it’s a backslide”. feeling like all that work, all that progress is worth nothing because you ended up back at square one. it’s as if you were climbing a slide only to slip back down.

This is not so much about lyrics but more so about structure and sound, BECAUSE THE HARMONIES?? god when i heard those harmonies for the first time on this song i ugly sobbed for a good fifteen minutes because holy crap it sounds amazing. it feels like several different people are telling you it’s all gone, and that’s what anxiety and insecurity feels like to me, like a bunch of tiny voices telling you stuff

don’t get me STARTED on this lyric because if you’re introspective like me and you’re always trying to look into how you feel and why you feel like this, this is insanely relatable. sometimes i’m able to come up with a bunch of reasons that make sense on why i’m feeling a certain way, which can lead to me being able to feel better or deal with it better, but there are also times where i run out of excuses as to why i am this way, why i feel this way. but i just think as humans we won’t always have the answers, and that’s okay

I really like this part because he’s USING THE FALSETTOS TO COMMUNICATE TWO VOICES. he’s talking to the backslide/relapse as if it’s a person (kind of like how nico/blurryface is a person that resembles tyler’s insecurities) and it’s genius. he’s saying “welcome back to the show”, welcome BACK being that this is not a one time occurrence, but something that keeps returning, even if it’s not wanted.

the way i see it, the normal voice is his more rationale than just his insecurities, and this is shown through him saying he better move to a fresher approach, showing that he has a desire to change things up to see if it makes him feel different. and the new adaptation, in my opinion, i see it as him realizing that it may not ever go away fully, but he can adapt because humans adapt.

Let’s not forget this gem. absolute genius at lyrics tyler joseph is, and this line is evil because it cuts so deep. The fact that he’s referring to himself as having elasticity, i see it as him saying he’s changed a lot, or he’s willing to change if it means finding his way back. the feeling of knowing you’ve gotten off track and wanting to get back to where you were before, but not knowing how, so all you can do is pray that you’ll somehow get back there, to how things were before. this further contributes to the backslide theme of the song.

That’s all i have to say for now, just wanted to get that out there because i cannot listen to this song without sobbing my lungs out. 😵‍💫

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vicbutnotactually · 2 days ago

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Random 2012 hcs I have in no particular order:

-Leo is blind as fuck and no one (including him) knows it yet

-Raph is color blind

-Mikey had a lazy eye as a kid (“use both ya eyes”)

-Splinter determined who was the oldest by who lost their black alien eyes first and got normal eyes (they had completely black eyes as babies)

-Donnie has gotten multiple stern lectures from different adults (Fugitoid, Rockwell, Bishop, and even Mr O’Neil) on how ass his lab safety is (genuinely this boy needs to be supervised, I’m a STEM student irl and that shit is INSANE)

-each of the turtles is allergic to some kind of food to different degrees but doesn’t know it because they are mostly worms and algae their whole life; Leo = kiwi, Raph = soy, Mikey = peanuts, Donnie = shellfish (Leo and Donnie have the most severe reactions which is basically to just keel over and ascend/descend to the afterlife respectively)

-Donnie is allergic to bees

-April gets really bad seasonal allergies

-Casey is dyslexic

-Donnie has multiple burn marks and scars from blowing up his lab

-Casey’s family is lowkey ass and that’s why we don’t see them in the show

-Dr Rockwell gives Donnie constant shit for his lab procedures

-Donnie makes anonymous YouTube videos on IT topics and gets in arguments with people in the comments

-Casey is a trans guy

-Leo is cheating on the team with another Mazes and Mutants (D&D) group (where he plays the stupidest joke characters he can think of)

-Casey and Donnie drink near-fatal amounts of caffeine

-Casey smokes (both weed and cigarettes)

-Leo’s little healing hand trick can go way further and he can also practice other forms of magic (but once it’s discovered villains 100% go after him to abuse it)

-Both Casey and April fell behind in school as the series progressed but Donnie helped bail them out

-during the whole Broken Foot thing Leo lowkey stole a bunch of Shredder’s cash and found a way to put it in funds under April and Casey’s names (he found it very hard to justify stealing but he did it anyways)

-Casey is like 90% titanium rods like Jackie Chan

-Raph and Mikey bond over their love for animals a lot

-Casey has wanted a pet raccoon his whole life

-Whenever Casey insults Raph he will push back Casey’s bangs to reveal a comically large forehead

-Leo got lost in the sewers multiple times as a kid

-Miley got stuck in random places multiple times as a kid

-Donnie has a secret folder full of instructions on how make bombs

-Donnie 100% tracks everyone’s location

-Eventually after enough incidents they all started wearing little body cams Donnie made

-Donnie hacked into local banks databases and erased Mr Oneil’s debts

-The turtles all REALLY like strawberries

-the boys have the DNA of multiple humans aside from Splinter and other animals since they made contact with them in the pet store

-there are WAY more mutants in New York than what is seen in the show

-Mikey and Casey sprayed themselves in the face with spray paint multiple times

-Donnie, Leo, and Casey know the most first aid

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k12

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armyy-of-twoo · 2 days ago

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cal sat, awkwardly perched on the edge of the couch in the living room. the smell of burnt toast lingered in the air, and tension that filled the space. his heart thudded in his chest, his palms clammy with fear and guilt. he stared at the floor, the patterned carpet swirling into a dark abyss beneath his feet.

"look at me, calvin," his mother's voice was firm, yet tinged with concern. she sat opposite him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and disappointment that cal couldn't bear to face.

calvin's gaze remained glued to the floor, his cheeks burning with a blend of embarrassment and anger. "mom," he mumbled, "it's not a big deal."

"not a big deal?" she echoed, her voice rising in disbelief. she leaned forward, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, but he flinched away. "calvin, sweetheart, what you're doing to yourself isn't- normal. it's not normal, and it's definitely not okay. you need help."

god, andre was going to kill him over this. this would totally fuck everything up- his mom would most definitely start cracking down, as andre had predicted. she'd probably start asking questions, poking her nose into his business. and that meant it'd be harder to sneak out the weapons they've been collecting, harder to finalize the plan without her getting suspicious.

his mother's hand hovered in the air for a moment before she sighed and leaned back into the couch, crossing her arms. "calvin," she said, her tone softer now, "please tell me what's going on. i know it's hard, but you can trust me."

"nothings 'going on', mom," calvin replied, his voice laced with a forced casualness. he glanced up, meeting her gaze briefly before looking away again. the tv in the corner flickered with the muted images of a reality show, the laugh track mocking the silence between them. "it's just… stuff. can i go up to my room?"

her expression didn't waver. "no, you can't. and i'd like to see your legs, calvin," she said, her voice calm but insistent. "please roll up your pant legs."

cal laughed, indignantly. "i don't need to show you my legs, mom. thats weird. and you've seen them already, remember? "

his mother's expression was unwavering. "i've seen your legs, yes," she said, "but i need to see them now, calvin. please. for me."

calvin sat, keeping silent. he weighed his options. really, she couldn't stop him from getting up and walking away- if she tried, considering he had about twenty pounds on the small woman, she'd fail miserably. but the look in her eyes- that look of sadness, like she was failing him as a mother. he didn't want to deal with that look.

finally, with a heavy sigh, he complied. he rolled up the left leg of his jeans. just enough to show some of the already-healed cuts. not enough to show the fresh, angry ones on his hip.

his mom's eyes widened when she saw them. "calvin…" she breathed, reaching out again, her hand shaking as it hovered over his leg. "what happened here?"

"what do you think happened, mom?" he spat, jerking his leg away from her. "do you think andres fucking cat attacked me?" he pulled the pant leg back down, hiding his legs away from her view.

surprisingly, she didn't get mad at him for cursing. she just seemed sad. calvin sort of wished she'd yell at him for speaking to her like that, because anger was something he knew how to handle. but sadness, that was a new thing, and it was a weird, heavy feeling that made his stomach churn. his mother's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of remorse or pain, but all she found was the hardened shell he'd built around himself.

"i'm sorry, calvin," she said, her voice cracking. "i had no idea."

calvin's anger dissipated slightly, leaving only a cold emptiness in its wake. "it's not a big deal," he muttered, and to him, it wasn't. it was merely a hobby- hell, it was practically sexual. he half considered telling her it was just a kink of his, before realizing that would probably end in his rather conservative mother having a heart attack.

"how old- are they?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

cal's throat tightened. "what?"

"the scratches, calvin," she said, her voice gentle. "how long have they been there?"

scratches. wow, mom. way to make it sound embarrassing. he didn't cut down to fat, like, three whole freaking times, for them to be named scratches. maybe next time he should go deeper- show her some real fuckin scratches.

"oh - they're months old. i swear. it's been a really long time," calvin itched at his neck, glad he'd moved up to his hips. its not like she could make him take his boxers off, too.

her sadness was thick in the air, almost palpable. it was suffocating him, making his chest feel tight. he'd never seen her look at him like that before - like he was a puzzle she couldn't solve, a son she didn't recognize. "calvin," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "i think you need professional help. i know i can't fix this on my own."

calvin almost laughed. like professional help would fix anything. it's way too easy to lie to a psychiatrist, to convince them that everything was okay and that you're totally not planning to shoot up your fuckin school. if all it took was professional help, he thought, then school shootings wouldn't even be a thing.

"calvin?" she said softly, reaching out tentatively to touch his shoulder.

"huh- what? yeah- sorry. yeah, mom, ill get help. don't worry." he stood up, avoiding her touch as he rushed to the stairs, taking them two at a time.

once in his room, calvin slammed the door shut and collapsed onto his bed, the springs groaning in protest. he buried his face in his pillow, the scent of his own sweat and despair filling his nostrils. he guessed it was probably time to call andre. hopefully he wouldn't be too mad.

#zero day 2003 #zero day #cal gabriel #calvin gabriel #zeroday #zero day movie #andre kriegman #andre kreigman #andre keuck #caldre #ben coccio #ao3 author

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voie-lacte3 · 3 days ago

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HI MLLL could you do some mason thames x reader fluff where shes on her period?? 💗💞💗💞

OFC MY DEAR 'NONNY, i wasnt sure if you wanted headcannons or a fic, so i did a little of both! hope you enjoy ml 🫶🏼

—the one where mason comforts you as you 'woman' (his words not mine!)

| fluffy fluff fluff!!

| check out the rest of his masterlist!

| and my taglist while you're at it 🤷🏻‍♀️

• mason knows before you even say anything. you so much as blink slightly too hard and he’s like, “are you okay? is it... are you woman-ing?” you just groan from your couch and nod. he kisses your forehead dramatically and disappears. (he returns with a heating pad, snacks, and a blanket.)

• he literally becomes a human weighted blanket. he lays on top of you just the right amount, arm around your waist, hand rubbing small circles on your lower stomach like it’s second nature. “i’m your painkiller now. fda approved.”

• he doesn’t get grossed out. at all. if you leak on the bed or need help getting your meds or even cry over a commercial, he’s like: “babe. you’re literally bleeding and surviving. you’re a superhero.”

• runs to the store like a pro. “u want the pink ones with wings or the purple ones that feel like clouds? and when he brings them he also includes your favorite snacks and a squishmallow because "duh"

• if you're feeling gross or bloated, he literally lays his head on your stomach and goes, “this tummy’s perfect actually. 10/10 pillow. warm and soft. its honestly elite.”

• he’ll sit through the worst cramps with you, even if you're just curled up in silence. he watches whatever you want— romcom, sad girl movie, or literal YouTube commentary videos. “if it distracts you, i’m watching it. even if it’s 40 minutes about why early 2000s disney channel had the best fashion.”

• if you're irritable, he doesn’t take it personal. like at all. “why are you breathing so loud???” “my bad. i’ll just switch lungs.”

• if you cry out of nowhere (you lost a hoodie string in the wash), he just pulls you into a hug and lets you sob into his shirt. “let it out, my love. mourn the hoodie string.”

• when your self-esteem dips, he gets serious. sits you down, “listen. i know you feel gross. but you are seriously the prettiest human i’ve ever laid eyes on. like... you're stunning. even right now, in fuzzy socks and murder in your eyes.”

• he keeps a “period drawer” at his place with pads, tampons, pain meds, chocolate, fuzzy socks, and a backup hoodie of his just for you. “i stocked up. it’s the emergency kit for when my girl’s uterus goes to war.”

• he googled what foods help with cramps and tries to cook for you. once made you a salmon quinoa situation you absolutely didn’t eat, but you loved him for trying.

• he’ll literally track your cycle in his phone. he doesn’t make it weird or controlling, he just wants to know when to be extra gentle and have your favorite snacks on standby.

• calls you his “delicate little gremlin” when you’re curled up on his bed with snacks and heating pads. “look at you. fearsome. in your beast mode.”

• gives you a "period pass” — meaning anything you say goes. you want pancakes at midnight? done. you want to cuddle while watching trash TV? say less. you want to put your cold feet up his back? you got it! “your uterus is calling the shots, and i obey.”

• when your cramps are bad, he lets you lay on top of him like a heating pad. if you fall asleep? he stays still for hours. “i got nowhere better to be than under you, baby.”

• 2 words. snack roulette. when he doesn’t know what you’re craving, he just buys everything. sweet, salty, crunchy, chewy, he drops the bag on your bed like, “i got anxiety in aisle five trying to guess, so i just panic-bought the whole snack aisle.”

• remembers your period schedule better than you do sometimes. “you got really emotional last time on day 2, so... want me to cancel plans and just be with you tonight?”

• validates every single emotion like it’s the most serious thing he’s ever heard. “i cried because a crow looked lonely.” “that’s so valid. loneliness is hard. also crows are very emotional birds.”

• gives you little kisses on the forehead every time you groan in pain. “you okay?” “cramps.” kiss “cramps again.” kiss “still cramps.” double kiss

• lets you rant uninterrupted. sits there like your personal therapist while you spiral.

• occasionally says things like, “she said THAT to you? do you want me to fight her or emotionally ruin her using only two tweets?”

• random affirmations when you’re bloated and cranky, “your body’s working so hard right now. you’re literally a goddess.” “your stomach is cute and you are allowed to feel like shit.” “i’d still kiss you if you were a swamp monster.”

• offers to “sacrifice” his own comfort for yours like,“take the entire blanket, love. i don’t need it, im warm with the power of your love.” “you can yell at me if it helps. just, like, aim away from the food.”

• pretends to be mad at your uterus with you, "why would she do this to us?? we trusted her. we LOVED her."

• once asked seriously, “is there a way i can give you some of my blood so your body can chill?? like a swap?” you laughed for 10 minutes straight and then cried. and he just held you through it.

────୨ৎ──── first blurb

you’re lying sideways on the couch like a defeated worm. your blanket’s wrapped around you in a tragic little cocoon. your cramps are acting like they pay rent. your heating pad is hot, but not helping, and you may or may not be halfway through crying over a tiktok of a hamster eating spaghetti.

you text mason,

| cramps are tryna kill me, send help or mozzarella sticks

| jk. kinda. idek bro

you don’t expect a response. he’s probably busy. maybe filming, maybe with friends. maybe anything. so you go back to tiktok, continuing to sob over a golden retriever puppy who just learned how to fetch

ten minutes later, your phone buzzes,

| outside. don’t move.

girl what.

you slowly sit up like a reanimated corpse, blanket still attached, watching as he enters your house; hood up, sweatpants baggy as ever, slides with socks on, hands full of everything you could’ve wanted and more.

“emergency delivery for my dramatic little blood monster.”

you blink.

he's taking out, somehow heated mozzarella sticks, a sprite, a heating pad (??), your exact pad brand, chocolate, and a tiny stuffed duck with a little bow

“mace… did you just rob a walgreens??”

“no,” he says, dramatic eye roll following sweet. “i ransomed a walgreens. theres a difference, i pay for one of them"

he kicks off his slides and drops next to you on the couch. “how bad is it? scale of 1 to ‘murder me.’”

you groan, head flopping into his lap.

“murder me and then resurrect me as a less bloated version of myself.”

he smiles and brushes your hair away from your face. "no promises. but i can feed you mozzarella sticks and tell you how beautiful you are until the pain gets scared and leaves.”

you grin, already reaching for the snacks.

“deal.”

he wraps an arm around you, tucks the duck plush in next to you, and presses a soft kiss to your temple.“we’ll ride this out together, babe. just you, me, and fried cheese.”

────୨ৎ──── second blurb

you’re pacing the room like a feral raccoon in fuzzy socks. you’ve got cramps, your hoodie sleeves are too long, and your hair’s doing a thing. a thing you hate.

you’re bloated, your sweats don’t fit right, and someone at school had the AUDACITY to say 'you don’t even look like you’re on your period' today.

mason’s on the couch, legs folded, holding a plate of vanilla cake he got from God knows where.

he says nothing.

you whirl around. face contorted in anger, eye twitching, “and THEN he said—‘it’s not that bad, just take an advil’—LIKE BITCH, I AM BLEEDING INTERNALLY. YOU HAVE A WEAK PENIS THAT COULD NEVER ENDURE WHAT MY UTERUS DOES.”

he nods solemnly, smiling, “internal bleeding. atrocious. how dare my girlfriend woman. here, bite.”

he holds out a fork with the fluffiest vanilla cake on it. you stomp over, take it dramatically, chew with fury.“and why is it that every single time i get my period, my skin breaks out like i’m thirteen and in a clearasil commercial??”

another bite.

“people have the nerve to say ‘glow through it’ like i’m a fucking pinterest board. mason, i am not glowing. i am GREASY and UNSTABLE.”

he’s holding in a laugh, but barely. “you’re glowing in a rage-filled, powerful woman kind of way, which i think is epic”

you glare.

“you’re lucky you’re hot and feeding me.”

he shrugs.

“i know.”

you pause. take another bite, voice softening a little.

“it just sucks. i hate how i feel and how i look and how little weak XY chromosomes just... expect me to function like normal while my body’s literally in battlefield mode.”

mason puts the plate down and stands, walking over to wrap his arms around you from behind. he kisses the side of your head.

“you don’t have to function. not with me. you can cry, rage, eat cake, and threaten everyone from the safety of this house.”

he squeezes gently.

“you don’t have to shrink your feelings just ‘cause they make other people uncomfortable. if it sucks, say it sucks. and if you need me to keep the cake coming while you threaten a, ahem— weak penis XY chromosome? i got you.”

you melt into him with a sniffly laugh.

“thank you for not being a weak penis-ed XY chromosome”

he wheezes out a laugh, “of course, my love”

......later that night

you’re under a weighted blanket, still slightly annoyed at the world, but mason’s hand is rubbing slow circles on your hip while your favorite comfort movie plays. he feeds you one last bite of cake, and when your eyes flutter shut, he plants a kiss on your head, whispering “even on your worst days... you’re still my favorite.”

a/n: hope this met your standards 'nonny!

tags: @bluebvrriee @v4mpire-bit3s @neroloops @m-e-m06 @icollectrubberduckies @tuttifrutt1 @unsaidjaelinrose @sorry-for-party-rocking-rah

#mason thames #mason thames x reader #mason thames fluff #actor x reader #how to train your dragon #the black phone #🦢asks

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The Life of Racing Pt. 3

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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Reader POV:

"Zak I don't know I just found her." You say, holding the girl in your arms.

"Alright, go through the back to the inside. If you don't find her mom, we have to make an announcement or something."

"Yeah I know." You say. You walk into the back of the garage, walking through the back door into the paddock hallway.

"Let me know if you see your mom okay?" You say to the girl. She nods and looks around as you walk.

You walk up the stairs, swinging around the many people in there. You walk up to the second floor, all there was were bathroom's. No one in them.

We walk up to the third floor which had to balcony on it.

"There she is." Adeline points. Her mom was standing outside, talking to police officers. You rush out there towards her.

"Oh my God, Adeline!" The women shouts, rushing over to you.

"I found her all the way by the garages." You say, letting her mom take her.

"Oh my God, thank you so much!" She said.

"Yeah of course. She opened right up to me actually, so it was easier to find you." You say, slightly smiling.

"Was she talking to anyone else?" She asks quickly.

"Some camera man was trying to talk to her, but she refused. Didn't even say a word." You say. Her mom nods.

"Thank you so much. Oh my God- your a life saver." She says, quickly hugging you.

"It's, no problem. I was just glad I could help-"

"Before someone bad did." She said, interrupting you.

"Exactly." You agree.

"God, I need to like- I need to pay you or- or something." She stuttered. Her purse shaking in her hands.

"No. No seriously it's okay. Just don't loose sight of her. This place can get... nerve wracking." You say.

"Well, thank you again." She said happily. You smile before walking away.

You walking down the flight of stairs that you came up, reaching the hallway where the garages are. You go through the back door, walking through the garage and back to your table.

You sit down next to Zak and log back into your laptop.

"Nice thing you did there." He said, eyes locked on his screen.

"Maybe because I'm a nice person." You smirk.

"Y/n Y/l/n, being nice."

"I'm always nice." You say. He let's out a laugh under his breath.

You finally publish your last article for this week, just in time to go to the team meeting.

You pack your bag back up and make your way to the conference room, Zak following behind you. You stop in front of the door, but before you could open it, Zak put's his hand on the handle.

"Whatever you do. Be nice." He says. A questioning look arises on your face as he opens the door. You walk in, seeing many of the teams employee's there, including Lando and Oscar.

You take your seat between Zak and one engineer and wait until Zak stands to start. It had been a good five minutes before Zak stood. Everybody's laughter and talking died down.

"Alright. This weekend was good. But, we can do better in Australia. Lando." He says, looking in Lando's direction.

"We better not see any accidental crashes from you. even if it was your fault or not. Try not to take the gap's again." Zak said.

You heard slight laughter coming from the corner of the room. Your eyes snap over to Gerard.

"Gerard. Have something to say?" Zak said, leaning on the table.

"Yeah. We work hard for this team. And the car get's fucked over an accident." He says. You see Lando put his head down slightly.

"Maybe he tried. And maybe he truly didn't mean. But, after all, you are the certified engineer. So you can fix the car... right?" You say. Your eyes narrowing towards Gerard.

"Yes- uhm, Y/n is right. We all have our job. And no matter what it throws at us. That's what we were meant to do." Zak said.

"Wait- so she get's to talk and I get to sit here and take it?" Gerard said. You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"No. Y/n why don't you just... relax." Zak said.

"Yeah, relax." Gerard repeated.

"You know if I was named Gerard I'd probably throw myself off a bridge." You say, looking over at him. "Now... I'm done talking." You say, looking up at Zak.

"Right." Zak said. You look across the table to Lando how gave you a look.

A look that said 'thank you.' You nod slightly and turn your attention back to Zak, who was going over next weekend race in Australia and some other things for the race.

The meeting had taken almost an hour before Zak let us leave. You were walking through the inside of the paddock behind the garages when a hand on your shoulder spun you around.

"What do you think your doing? Humiliating me like that?" Gerard said.

"Just... said what I had to say." You shrug.

"You.." he pointed. "You didn't have to say that."

"What? And take your shit? Let's be honest, the only reason why you don't like me is because I'm a women." You say.

"Yeah, and women should not be aloud to work in F1." He said, his voice low and threatening.

"Oh, but the one's that you see 'privately' are aloud to work here?" You say, stepping up to him.

"You... that isn't true."

"Right. And Lando wrecked the car on purpose so he could what> Get back at you? Make you actually do your job?"

"He shouldn't be here. And you know that. You know... you know and everyone knows that he is to immature to be here." He said, getting closer to your face.

"Everything okay here?" A voice cuts in. Gerard spins around, and you look past him to see Lando standing there. Hands in his pockets, standing tensely.

"Yep. Just giving our good friend here a friendly chat." Gerard says.

"Oh give me a fucking break." You say.

"Excuse me?" Gerard says, turning slowly towards you. You see Lando step up to you both.

"You are seriously such a fucking idiot. The dumbest idiot I've ever met. Why don't you." You say, pointing at him. "Go back into that garage 'where you belong' and I'll take my leave for the day. 'Kay?"

"You better watch it." He says.

"Or what? You'll hit me like some insecure bitch?" You say.

He went silent. The hallway, went silent. He walked away quietly, walking back into the garage.

"What-" Lando said, until Zak walked up to you.

"Y/n, why don't we try to not piss Gerard off. Or anyone else off." He said.

"Trust me. He won't be talking to me again." You say.

"Uh- right. Anyway, flights in the evening. don't be late." He says, walking away.

"What was that?" Lando asked, stepping closer to you.

"Just... assholes being assholes." You say. You turn on your heel to walk down the hallway again. You hear Lando walking right behind you.

"Thanks." He said quietly. "For, in the meeting."

"It's no problem." You say calmly. You both went silent, walking out the side door and into the parking lot.

"Are you staying here?" You ask.

"No. If- if that's fine."

"Yeah, it's fine." You say.

You both walk out to your car, you get in and sit there for a moment before driving off.

"Is Oscar coming?" You ask.

"No, I talked to him today, he's got a ride." He says. You nod before slowly driving out.

You drive across the bridge again and down in the city, it was around three in the after noon, so it was as busy as before. You quickly made it to the hotel.

You parked in front of it, walking in through the lobby and back to the elevators. The ride was silent, slow to.

You and Lando were standing together in the middle. You were zoned out until you felt a hand snake around your waist. Lando pulled you closer to him.

"You better watch it." You whisper. "Camera." You say. He looks up to the corner it's in and immediately removes his hand.

"Well shit. Recording without my consent. Isn't that illegal?" He said, loudly at that. You laugh at him.

"You'll be okay. We get a break after Australia." You say. He sighs deeply.

"Every place has to have cameras." He says sadly. Just then the elevator stops and the door opens.

"I'll see you later." You say, quickly looking at him before walking out and down the hallway.

You get to your room quickly, unlocking the door and walking in. You go straight to your bedroom and start packing up your suitcase. You got all of your clothes packed, all of the stuff from the bathroom packed.

You went out into the kitchen, throwing anything you didn't need away, and taking your stuff with you. Same with the living room. You had spent around thirty minutes packing everything.

Before you left the room, you double checked everything to make sure you had all of your stuff and walked out.

You quickly make your way down the lobby, handing your key to the receptionist and walking out to your car. you put your bags in the back and and got in, driving off to the airport.

It was around forty minutes when you finally arrived. You got your suitcase and bookbag, and walked in. Zak said your car would be on a ship with the other's to Australia so you left it.

You were in the airport. It was packed full of people. You were walking up to the security line when a voice called out behind you.

"Y/n!" You turn around to see Lewis there.

"Oh hi, how are you?" You say happily.

"Good, great actually. I wanted to come get you before you go stuck in that line." He said.

"Okay, where are we going?" You ask. He leads you around the airport, going through the smallest security line you've seen and eventually walking onto the plane.

"Jesus, you really do have all the perks don't you?" You joke.

"It's pretty easy when you are Sir Lewis Hamilton." He said, smirking. You guys handed your tickets to the flight attendant and when to go sit by each other.

"So, what's producing a movie like?" You ask. You sit over by the window, sprawling out in your seat. He put's his bags behind you but stands, leaning against the wall separating your seat from the aisle.

"Well, I can say this. It felt nice bossing people around." He said.

"Oh I bet."

"But, other then that... you just really sit back and see how the movie is made, watching every scene in live action. Fixing things or telling people to fix things if needed. It was great." He said.

"Well that's fun. I never expected you to be a movie producer, I'll say that." You say. He laughs and continues talking about the movie, and what his experience was like producing it.

You eventually look over at him after getting your bookbag in hand, but past your shoulder you see Lando looking right at you. Arms crossed, a killer look on his face.

He was standing with Ollie, Franco, Esteban, and Gabriel. All of which were laughing their ass's off. But Lando... he had his eyes on you.

You look away after a minute, focusing back on Lewis.

"So... what did your dad say about the job?" You ask.

"He was happy. Oh yeah, that reminds me, he wanted to know when your joining us for a family dinner again. He hasn't seen you in a while." He says.

"God, I don't know. I've been really busy. But I can sit down and see what time I have? And I can text him for something." You say.

"Don't stress about it. He's just being good old Anthony." He said, smiling.

"I get that. My dad was talking about him the other day. Like 'oh y/n, have you seen Anthony at the track?' "Y/n, ask Anthony if he wants to go golfing this Sunday.' Like, okay, sure dad." You say, laughing.

"That does sound like your dad right there." He says, slightly pointing at you.

You continue talking for a while. The plane filling with many of the drivers and film crew. Lewis eventually sits back behind you when they tell everyone it's time to fly off.

The plane started to lift off the ground, you had looked out the window over the Montreal view. When you were fully in air, the flight attendant announced that everyone could use their devices and walk around if needed.

You pulled your phone out, going on Instagram and scrolling through it. You decided to post all different pictures of the Canadian GP when you felt someone sit next to you. You look up to see Lando there, smiling widely at you.

"What are you doing?" You say lowly.

"Just wanted to talk business." He said.

"Pretend like we are talking business." He whispered. He started moving his hands around slightly, like he was really talking.

You couldn't help but laugh a him.

"You look stupid." You say, covering your mouth with your hand, still laughing.

"Are you ready for the premier?" He asked.

"Yeah. Are you?" You ask. He nods.

"Are you going to the top of the rock with us?" He asked.

"If I'm invited."

"I don't even know what it is." He said, tilting his head towards you and putting a hand on his chest.

"It's just a building in New York that gives you like the whole view of the city." You say.

"Oh, so it's not actually a rock?" He asks.

"Not, it's not a rock." you say, laughing at him again. "Just like the bottom of the rock is the basement of the building."

"Well what do they have in there?"

"This awesome cafe. It's really good." You say. You start pulling up the menu for him.

"Well well. Might have to sneak down there after pictures." He says. You hand him your phone and he looks through it.

"Oh my God. A triple chocolate muffin! Yes, we are definitely going there." He says excitedly.

"Oh... right because that's healthy." You say sarcastically.

"It is. And I'll even get you one." He says. He turns around when he hears someone move behind him. It was just Lewis walking past him.

"Right, what was he saying to you?" Lando whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, before we took off. He made you laugh pretty hard. I can't even make you laugh that hard." He says seriously.

"We're like best friends. Our families know each other well."

"Oh... right okay." He says.

'Don't be jealous.' You mouth.

"Me? Jealous? Never." He whispers.

"Yeah right." You say. You went silent, opening your mouth, but debating on whether or not to speak.

"Why'd you really come over?" You ask.

"Because, to 'talk about work.'" He said, his air quotes low.

"Really? Because you have a whole audience behind you." You say. Lando snaps his head around to fine Ollie, Franco, Gabriel and Esteban all looking at the two of you. When Lando caught their attention, they turned their heads, acting like they never looked.

"I don't know what their deal is." He said.

"Right, right. It's just me being Schizophrenic." You joke.

"They're just pricks." He said, smirking.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

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