#how I love writing for these dorks (affectionately)

[gimme-blueeyes-n-harrystyles]

Love these dorks 💜🥰😍

[slushi-chan]

Severen would jump/hop onto the bed making you bounce, his trademark Severen grin on his face.

He probably hops on and lands on his side, head propped up on his elbow looking at you.

[slapintoaslimjim]

heyy! i’m new here and this is my first request! could you write about reader being oblivious to the way katsuki feels abt her (but reader feels the same way) like an intense friends to lovers??

this would mean so much to me! please and thank u <3

a/n: ahhhh requited love story! i need this after the gut wrenching story i just made- because unrequited love ruins me every single timeee. so i gotchu baby!

From the start.

now playing: Freudian by Daniel Caesar

warnings: none, just a fluff story with some tension but nothing angsty or miscommunication. fem reader :3

katsuki and you had a rocky start; but to be fair katsuki did with everyone in class 1-A. well, everyone in UA, even the staff, to be exact.

he was brash, loud, and arrogant his first semester in UA. pushing people away and solely focusing on himself and wanting to be japan’s future number one hero. he didn’t care how he got there, who he gained and lost, he just knew what he wanted.

but all of that quickly switched around fast; being in a class- school even, filled with students of different quirks, strengths, weaknesses, and abilities that actually challenged katsuki left him absolutely humbled. he quickly realized that he has met his matches, challenges, people who actually were up for competition. one of those people being you.

despite your personality being a cute goofy dork, your quirk was unmatched. strong, battling, and fierce. and when you were on the battlefield training, your combat skills were remarkable; precise. and despite being so strong on the grounds, you were still.. you. your authentic self. and something about that dragged katsuki to you like a moth to a flame.

but, gradually over time, katsuki became more open to the idea of friends with his classmates, even showing how much he cares for his friends and classmates through battles and little actions he does. which eventually opened up the door for you to sneak in and become his friend.

you were persistent with it at first, but never pushed any boundaries. acknowledging that maybe he’s just here for becoming a hero and never wanting to get attached to anyone. maybe fear of after graduation he would never see much of his current classmates again- but either way you figured it dug a little deeper.

but when katsuki did finally let his guard down and made friends, much to your surprise, the two of you clicked really well. he had a brash way of showing affection- like calling people he cared about “dumbass” or “idiots” but after being around him for so long, you knew not to take it to heart. you thought of it similar how you and mina would greet each other with a “oh my gosh hey bitch wassup?!”. friendly and affectionate.

but what katsuki didn’t prepare himself for- or more or less kinda forgot; was that he was still a human being with thoughts, feelings, and emotions no matter how hard he wanted to ignore those natural human things. why? because of you.

you.

as the friendship blossomed in between the two of you, katsuki became softer around you without realizing it. things like making sure you’re pushing yourself to your limit durning training- but without harming yourself. packing an extra water bottle specifically for you in case if you forgot your water bottle in your dorm. making sure you actually eat a balanced meal with carbs and protein before training so you were actually making progress other than thriving off of the third dr pepper of the day you’ve been drinking.

it was subtle; and he did similar things for his other friends like kirishima and even midoryia. but gradually over time, without even noticing, the subtle things turned into more direct actions. like his heart was speaking for his head.

reaching for your hand in busy or crowded rooms, covered up with “don’t need you getting lost in here” to him even getting more protective over you. mineta says something to you and suddenly he’s looming behind you scowling at mineta; daring him to say something else without even saying anything verbally to the short boy.

but then over time it got even less subtle. and before he knew it. that lingering feeling in his chest was more and more prominent.

especially with the nickname you called him- only your nickname for him. suki.

it’s was just something about the way it rolled off your tongue when you called to him with that beautiful smile of yours. your voice sounding like an angel calling down to him-

no no no no

and then he realized, the privileges he gave you that no one else was aloud to take; invading his personal space, coming into his dorm like the two of you were roommates, the nickname. to smaller subtle things like stolen glances or being able to make each other laugh so easily. this boy was in love.

and katsuki tried to drop more hints to you. cooking you meals- your favorite food to be exact like it was no big deal. dropping compliments randomly that caught you off guard, the list was endless of what he thought wasn’t subtly telling you he loved you.

but it all backfired because unfortunately, you, ever the vibrant star you are, smart cookie you, were incredibly oblivious.

here you sit, in the common room with the girls of 1-A as you all gossip and talk for the girls night all of you usually have on certain saturday nights when all of you were free.

the conversation shifted into crushes, romantic talk, and Mina immediately shifted the attention onto you without even directly doing it.

“oh my gosh, that reminds me, has anyone else realized how… soft bakugou has been around y/n the past month?” mina’s voice immediately beams in, her tone curious and awestruck more than anything.

“wait, so it wasn’t just my imagination?” uraraka cuts in immediately, seeming as she’s also noticed the change in katsuki’s behavior around you.

“uh i don’t think it’s like that” you counter with a small slow head shake and nervous giggle.

all the girls turn to look at you with a collective eyebrow raise that reeks of ‘girl.. are you for real?’ followed by a collective silence.

“what? he’s just being softer around everyone, yall act like im getting special treatment or something-“ you tried to defend yourself before tsuyu cuts you off.

“sure he’s been softer as of recently but he does give you special treatment” the frog quirked girl says as she eyes the choice of clothing your wearing.

you give them all puzzled looks, looking around the group of six girls seated around that are looking at you. and the gag; choice of clothing?

katsuki’s hoodie.

but you’re so used to wearing them so often that you didn’t even think about what you’re wearing or the fact that tsu and half of the girls are eyeing the hoodie.

days passed since that night, and you let it breeze past your mind. sure it lingered in the back of your mind, but you had mostly brushed it off. you were high school girls, of course crushes and relationships are going to be brought up and everyone will collectively psychoanalyze everything.

yet, here you were, once again, in katsuki’s dorm, wearing his hoodie, at his desk with him while the two of you studied together, with snacks that he bought specifically for you.

“eight would factor into the eight and sixteen, making it one half. we gotta simplify that before we factor the actual equation” katsuki explains the algebra problem with you, his voice surprisingly calm and patient, as you two work on the homework together; seeming as math has been a problem subject for you since you were younger.

your head rests on his shoulder as he explains and shows how to work the problem, and normally he would tense up when people touched him. but with you, his body actually calms, and doesn’t resist the touch or pull away. it feels natural, it feels right.

and things kept going like this for awhile, katsuki dropping hints that were less and less subtle by the day, you wearing his hoodies, invading his space, him even fully holding your hand. until one day he just had enough and cracked.

the two of you were out and about together, something he arranged himself to take you out for the evening. and for some reason; you still could not get the hint even after he bought you the necklace you were eyeing in a store like it was a common normal thing for him.

“you’re such a good friend ‘suki. it’s nice seeing how UA has made you grow as a person” you say with a bright smile after he even clasped the necklace around your neck for you.

something in him snapped. you had to be fucking with him at this point.

he scowled at you, personally offended underneath the night street lamp the laminated the both of you in the shopping strip you two were at.

“you’re fuckin with me, right?” he said with a dry humorless chuckle, unable to cross his arms cause for the love of all things holy he was even holding your bags.

you look at him confused, tilting your head slightly. “suki what are you talking about-“

“you think i do all of this as a friend?” katsuki interrupted you before he could stop himself. his tone wasn’t mad, slightly just slightly irritated yes because goddamn he’s been trying his hardest to prove to you that none of this is just ‘friendly acts’.

katsuki sighed through his nose, using his free hand to run through his messy blonde hair. “look, i know- fuck.” he cut himself off with a slightly frustrated sigh to himself at not knowing how to say the words that were literally stuck in his throat and begging for release.

that’s when it hit you. this did in fact run deeper than just a friendship.

but before you could speak, katsuki spoke again.

“i’m not the best with my words” katsuki admits, uncharacteristically soft. looking down at his feet as he gently swings the bags in his hand. “but im not doing this simply because we’re friends.” he spoke.

“do you see me being patient with other friends when studying with them? or cooking food specifically to their liking? letting them touch me whenever or for the love of fuck wear my clothes?” he spoke again, his voice a little rough but it’s not aggressive or angry, all while giving you a puzzled look.

the weight of his words left you speechless for a moment, and before you could say another word he continued.

“you’re one of the smartest people in our class but you’re kinda dumb ya know?” katsuki spoke with more of an affectionate tone rather than insulting, with a soft quiet chuckle before taking your hand in his.

“y/n.” he said firmly and softly, his eyes finding yours in a way that made it seem like he believed you hung the stars and moon the sky and painted the milky way itself.

“suki..” you replied softly, your eyes meeting his, and his look making your heart melt at the utter vulnerability in it.

“i love you.” he said so softly, barely above a whisper, but his eyes never left yours.

for just a short split second you hesitated at the words, the weight of them, before wrapping your arms around him in a tight warm hug and a soft smile on your face.

“i love you too, suki” you finally returned back softly.

katsuki’s arms wrap around you immediately, his hand dropping the bags so he can fully hold you against him. nothing could stop the adorably soft smile that crept up on his face at the sound of those words leaving your lips.

he held you close to him for a moment, basking in the warmth, security, and love of the embrace. something that felt right, like home; something he’s wanted from the start.

[gothslutcemetery]

💚 COCA BUTTER KISSES …

𖤹 dom fem reader ↯ sub ellie

➾ summary: you and ellie have been best friends ever since ellie found out she was immune. the both of you have stayed close this whole time with an unexpected tension building between the both of you for the past few years, you’ve been able to ignore it until today.

➾ warning: oral, fingering, public setting, leaving y/mark, face sitting, praising, fluff.

➾ notes: i usually write on wattpad so i’m new to tumblr, i hope my writing doesn’t suck too much. if you guys like it please give me ideas and i’ll try my best. enjoyyy

“c’mon we’re gonna be late.” you say to ellie that’s laying on your shoulder. ellie gives you a lazy nod, still snuggled up to you. she grabs your hand and stands up. “fine, let’s get this over with.” she gives your hand a squeeze and opens the door for you to exit first. you both walk over to our patrol spot underneath the tree, ellie holding her guitar as always. nothing ever really happens on patrol so ellie plays the guitar and it entertains the both of you for the time being.

she starts strumming a few notes on the guitar. she looks at you, humming the melody of a love song and occasionally looking around for any signs of trouble. “you know, i really want to hear you sing sometime.” you scoff, “never.” “you’re so stubborn. i bet you have a beautiful voice, though. you’re just scared to show it off.” she keeps playing and nudges you with her shoulder. “maybe i can get it out of you when we’re alone again.” she says in a sing-song tone, wiggling her eyebrows again and you laugh. she grins widely at your laugh and puts the guitar down to tickle you, your body squirming beneath her as you giggle. “there it is! i love that sound. but seriously, what’s the worst that could happen if you sang in front of me?” you shrug. “what would i even sing?” “anything. a happy song, a sad one, doesn’t matter. you could make up your own words if you want.” she stops tickling you and starts to walk in a circle around you, giving you a playful nudge with her hip as she passes. then, she sits down on the grass, gesturing for you to sit with her and you do so. she moves closer until the your legs are touching, she rests her hand on your thigh and starts to draw shapes on it.

she glances at the guitar again, an idea popping into her head. she whispers. “i have an idea.” she reaches for the instrument once more as you look over at her with a confused face. “what are we doing?” “i’m gonna play a song and you’re going to sing along wheather you like it or not.” she smirks and starts playing a familiar song, this time with a slower tempo. she leans in, her mouth almost touching your ear as she begins to sing by herself. “i saw her in the rightest way, looking like anne hathaway…” you smile, immediately, knowing the song, singing along with her. ellie looks at you with pure admiration, she is mesmerised by your voice. she continues to play and joins in with your laughter in between verses. “i love it when you sing.” she rests her chin on your shoulder, closing her eyes as you both finish the song together.

your cheeks go red as you finish singing, you’ve never sang in front of anyone before. she opens her eyes and sees your cheeks are red. she can’t resist teasing you. “you know, your blush is almost as cute as your singing.” “oh yeah?” you mock. “yeah, you’re a total dork.” she ruffles your hair affectionately and then stands up, setting the guitar down. she brushes off her pants and takes a moment to admire you again, this time her gaze filled with fondness. she says quietly, “but you’re my dork.” “oh how sweet.” “i know right. you’re stuck with me forever, i think i’ll keep you as my muse.” she chuckles and takes your chin in her hand, looking at your features up and down, still a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “you can be my pretty princess.” you walk up to ellie, pressing her body up against the tree and closing the gap between you two as you keep your eyes onto her. “what if… i want you to be my pretty princess?” you smirk, cupping her chin with your hand. she gulps as you do so, her back hitting the rough bark of the tree. her heart rate quickens as you look up at her intensely. she bites her lip and puts her hand on your hips, pulling you against her so that there’s no space left between you both.

you don’t say anything, going in for a kiss but only pecking her lips, your cheeks going red from regret. ellie’s eyes widen as you peck her lips, she’s pleasantly surprised and her hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you into a real kiss. she tilts her head and kisses you back passionately, her tongue darting out to meet yours for a brief moment. you pull back from the kiss, attacking ellie’s neck with hickies as ellie moans. “ah— mm… careful, people can see…” she tries to sound serious but fails as soft moans escape her mouth, she tilts her head back to give you more access to her neck. her breath is shaky and her body trembles with every kiss you plant on her skin. you breathe into her neck, pushing your knee in between her legs, causing ellie to moan louder. she gasps as you do so, she grabs your shoulder for support, her nails digging into your flesh. she can feel your knees getting weak and her thighs start to rub together against your leg, wanting more friction. “we can’t do this here… someone will hear us.” she repeats again, even though she’s clearly enjoying it.

you moan into her neck as you speak. “stop worrying.” you unzip her pants and slip a finger in. “i won’t let people see.” ellie lets out a string of curses, her eyes fluttering shut as you unzip her pants and touch her. she burries her face in your neck, trying to stifle her noises. “i’m not worrying, i just don’t want to get caught. you’re driving me crazy.” you rest your head onto the side of ellie’s head, biting your lip as you listen to ellie’s muffled moans in your neck. “i need you…” she whimpers as she begins to move her hips against your hand, grinding down on your fingers as they slide into her underwear. she’s becoming more desperate by the second, her mind clouded with lust and desire to be fully filled by you.

you push your fingers fully inside her now, curling them upwards. she gasps at the feeling of your fingers curling inside of her, she’s so wet that it’s easy for you to move in and out. she moans your name, panting against your ear. “fast, please…” “whatever you want, princess.” you close your eyes in pure bliss, throwing your head back. she grabs your chin, watching your reaction. she tangles her fingers in your hair and starts to leave kisses on your jaw, her voice a whisper. “i want you to go harder. i want you to make me cum.” ellie kisses down your neck, reaching your collarbones as she speaks in between breaths. you rub your thumb onto her clit as you continue to pump your fingers inside of ellie.

she gasps once more, her hips bucking at the added sensation of your thumb. she bites down on your skin, trying to hold onto your body as she’s overwhelmed with ecstasy. the sound of your name fills the air, louder than before. “yes, yes, i’m so close.” you bite your lip again, pinning ellie harder into the tree as you kiss her lips hungrily, ellie’s kisses wet and sloppy as she drools down your mouth. “cum for me baby.” you say as she whimpers, her tongue slipping into your mouth. ellie’s legs starting to shake and she can feel her orgasm approaching. she grabs your wrist and keeps your hand in place as she rides it out, spasming and moaning your name again and again as she cums all over your fingers.

you breathe heavily as ellie moans into the kisses, her head resting onto your shoulder as she finishes her orgasm. ellie still trying to catch her breath, she looks completely fucked out, her body is still twitching as you pull your fingers from her pussy. she wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she tries to calm down. “damn… that was intense.” you suck her juices off of your fingers and pull yourself out of the hug, cupping ellie’s face with both of your hands as you look into her big brown eyes. “follow me, ellie.” she blinks up at you with glazed eyes, her heart pounding as she recalls you sucking on your fingers. she nods and follows you, limping slightly. “where are we going?” you grab her hand and take her further into the woods. “just come, it’s a surprise.” she stumbles after you, her curiosity piqued. “a surprise, huh?”

she tries to look around as you both walk deeper into the trees, her trust in you being the only thing keeping her from being anxious. “look.” you point up into a tree, a tree house sitting in it. “it’s a house in a tree!” her face lights up as her eyes meet the tree house. “no way! that’s so cool! how did you even find it?” ellie starts to climb up the ladder, looking back at you expectantly. “i was hunting and i saw it and i wanted to show you, you’re into all of this kinda stuff.” you pause. “i wonder how it even got up there.” “i bet some other survivors built it a long time ago. it looks pretty sturdy.” ellie says as she climbs. she reaches the top and steps aside, brushing off the leaves and checking for any traps. “come on, get your ass up here!” you nod with a smile, ellie giving you a hand. once you’re both in, you plop down onto the wooden floor, relieved to be off your feet. the view from the treehouse is amazing, you can see the entire area surrounding you both and the sun setting. you lay back and your hands behind your head, still feeling the afterglow of the adventure. “we should stay here tonight.” you suggest. “really?” you smile, reaching for ellie to pull her down next to you. “yeah, i think it’ll be fun. we can cuddle and watch the stars. plus, we don’t have to worry about anyone or anything up here. just you and me.” an evil grin covers ellie’s face as she turns herself to look at you. “maybe we could do something else too…” you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “oh yeah? like what?” you move closer, unzipping her pants and slipping her little white panties off and throwing them to the side. ellie’s breath hitching as you remove the layers of clothing that’s protecting her, her skin now exposed to the cool air, but she’s starting to feel hot again as you stare at her. “you’re insatiable—“ you cut her off by lifting her onto your face, immediately attacking her cunt with your tongue, licking her clit like an ice cream, hungry for more. she gasps, her sentence cut short as you shove your face there. she can’t help but giggle and tangle her fingers into your hair again, enjoying the way you silenced her. “mm… i take it back, your amazing.” you moan into her pussy, sending vibrations to her core. “that’s what i thought.” she lets out a soft whimper, pushing her hips against your mouth. “you’re so damn talented with that tongue.” you grab her hips and push them down, basically shoving her pussy right into your face. she squirms, your hands on her hips as she sits on your face, preventing her from moving. she looks down at you, biting her lip as she watches you devour her pussy. you can see how badly ellie wants to move her hips. “push down on me princess, i want all of you.” she gives in and grinds down onto your face, riding it as you told her to. she lets out a shaky moan and starts to play with her own tits. “god, you’re making me feel so good… i’m so close…” you moan into her cunt again, fingering it as well now. tears well up in her eyes from the intense pleasure, she’s getting louder now, chanting your name over and over. “i’m cumming! i’m cumming!” “be as loud as you want, princess. no one can hear us.” she cries out as she reaches her orgasm, the tears streaming down her face freely. she shakes and grinds her cunt on you through her climax, her voice cracking in pleasure. “please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” you curl your fingers again, forcing her release. she screams, arching her back as she can’t take anymore of the stimulation. “f— fuck, i can’t take it anymore!” “cum baby.” you moan. she lets out one final scream as she gushes all over you, collapsing onto your chest. she pants heavily, her body still jerking occasionally as she comes down. she snuggles into you, holding you tightly. “you were right, we’re staying here tonight, i’m not letting you out of my sight, or my arms.” you laugh again, snuggling into the hug. “goodnight, princess.”

[diagonal-queen]

Uuuuuuh, an idea has just arrive on my mind🤭 you know that boys usually tease girls they like right? I’m really curious how Tachihara and tecchou would do it… (I’m really curious for tecchou😭)

Teasing their crush

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys tease the girl that they like (that's you!)?

♡ cw: Swearing, Jouno suffers a lot, Fyodor is toxic as always, mention of suicide, I somehow manage to bring Astarion up here?? (sorry)

note: i know i know. it's been a while, and i apologise. i just have been so so busy. right now i'm in an exhausted trance writing this and i'm certain i'll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of writing it at all. also threw in dazai and fyodor for the sillies i hope you don't miiind~ as always apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I cannot see him teasing you.

I'm sorry anon but I just can't see him teasing a girl he likes. He would either be generally nice to her, super awkward but still okay, or just come off as cold and aloof. He wouldn't go out of his way to tease a girl or exchange playful banter with her

If he ever tried to tease he would probably just straight up be mean and insult you or something. And then he wouldn't understand why it didn't work

(Jouno is smacking his head against the wall)

Don't worry. If he's gonna cope with his feelings for you he's gonna do it in a way that benefits you i.e. he's just going to be super obvious about it and not even try to hide it

(update: Jouno is still smacking his head against the wall. someone help him)

Like he'll just openly buy you food and presents and tell you he likes you and like hold your hand and shit?? Tecchou is no-nonsense. He wants to date you, he'll let you know.

And it's not like Tecchou's trying any 'techniques' or anything like that. There is not a THOUGHT behind those beautiful eyes; he's just following his heart <3

Tecchou might be a bit dense when it comes to such socially complicated things as courting, but he's a genuine person and wants to make you feel appreciated, and let you know he loves you. He just does it in the only ways he knows how <3

Tachihara:

The opposite of Tecchou

He's such a teaser. He likes to make jokes with and poke fun at his love interests, but sometimes might go a bit too far with it (If he does he genuinely feels super bad and apologises dw T-T)

Like he's one of those kinds of guys who you would get so caught up in the flirty banter with that you just talk for hours

If you're texting you guys are both kicking your legs and squealing in between texts lowkey, like you're secretly such lovesick dorks but you play it so cool

Some kaguya sama love is war type shit you guys have going on

And god forbid you do this in front of other people. They're probably SO uncomfortable. Like oh my god get a room already (this dot point was ghostwritten by Jouno)

As you two get more and more into it, he becomes less tease-flirty and more sweet-flirty. He genuinely compliments you instead of exchanging little jabs and backhanded teases, and it's so CUTE

He also, for some reason, gets more shy instead of less shy. He blushes, he messes with his hair- AUGH he's so cute

In all honesty no matter what way, shape or form Tachihara flirts with you, even if he's awkward and fumbles each time, he's still such a charmer that you can't help but love him anyway. some messy hair and a sweet boyish grin goes a LONG way!

Dazai:

This is what I like to call Egotistical Flirting

He will tease you by telling you how much you love him, how much other women love him, how wonderful of a guy he is and how great of a deal he's constantly offering you. Yes, the 'deal' in question is dinner and a movie double suicide

And of course you roll your eyes and chuckle, and while he pretends that he's all offended that you aren't openly falling for it, he LOVES that. He loves your affectionate sarcasm and he could milk it out of you for days if he had the time

And he doesn't even wait to even learn your name before he immediately goes full on womaniser. He would just approach you like 'Heyyy~' and it's all downhill from there.

Dazai is a man on a MISSION is what I'm saying

He will also tease you by embarrassing you. He just says the most oUT OF POCKET stuff out of nowhere in public?? He absolutely delights in seeing you get all embarrassed and having you swat at him and scold him

(He's a bit of a masochist don't question it)

Naturally, this is generally a facade to hide the fact that he is hopelessly infatuated with you, and kinda scared of commitment. He hopes you'll accept him as he is but just in case... it's easier to put up a nonchalant front.

Don't worry Dazai. you've got nothing to worry about. :)

Fyodor:

Mind games. Mind games. MIND GAMES

And not the good kind!

He will tease you with this neat little trick he uses called psychological warfare. In his experience it's 100% effective

Fyodor is a toxic little shit. He doesn't often really 'tease' so much as 'neg'. He doesn't quite care too much about your esteem as long as he's able to make you like him back.

You guys know this thing called Ascended Astarion? yeah this is basically just that but ✨ Russian ✨

All this being said he actually does feel affection and love towards you, and he DOES care. He just doesn't want you to reject him, so he'll use any trick necessary to prevent that (regardless of general ethics for the most part)

Fyodor is an all rounder. He'll tease, show genuine affection, neg, flirt, stalk, lovebomb...the whole shebang (I'm sure he asked Nikolai for tips, and I'm even more sure Nikolai had MANY)

Fyodor is just so emotionally out of touch when it comes to other people that he genuinely has no idea how to just...flirt, or even really be casual, like a normal person. It would be sad if he wasn't such a motherfucker

Honestly all of you 'I could fix him' girlies would fall hook line and sinker for this (and I'm allowed to say that because I am one of you)

In the end...man, just date Tachihara

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pinkiipeachiikeen, @call-me-albie

[smallestapplin]

hey!! i don’t know much about cybertronian anatomy and terminology, so forgive me if i mess up, but..

can you possibly do some headcannons about the rescue bots on high-grade? like how they act? are they turned on, angry, sad, goofy? i know they’re a rescue team, and first responders aren’t supposed to drink, but it would be funny to see what they would be like.

also, btw, i love your writing and i am right there with you about climbing them like trees…all four of them have got me in some kind of chokehold.

have a good day!! <3

My character limit is three(sadly) so I went with Heatwave, Blades, and Boulder.

Also you mentioned in another ask for cybertronian reader, so we get to be the cool robot this time :3

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Heatwave

- For context Heatwave is not super into PDA the most you can get from him is a servo on your lower back strut or a very quick peck, but his more intense affection stays behind closed doors. When drunk, however, he doesn’t care, you best prepare your back strut to be fixed and aligned cause he’s about to give you the most back breaking hug.

- Actually pouts when you aren’t with him, but when you show up, his reactions slowed and delayed, he will blink slowly and then yank you to his lap, nuzzling his helm into yout neck cables, and that’s where you will be staying for the rest of the night unless you can wiggle free and drag him to your shared habsuite, but even that will be a chore cause he will grumble and tighten his grip on you if you try moving.

- Heatwave won’t really move from his sit, he just stays hunched over with an attempted angry look on his face, he just wants to cuddle with you and sleep. Also cuteness aggression, he loves you a lot and normally Heatwave isn’t the best at expressing his softer emotions, but drunk as he is he will growl about you being “so stupidly cute.” with a mild shake to your frame before squeezing you in his arms.

- A drunk Heatwave is an affectionate Heatwave, but also he will argue with anyone and everyone that he’s not drunk at all, in fact the clock went off mid argument about it and he yelled at the clock for being a snitch, and you still have no idea what he meant by that.

- Weirdly (and funnily) gets jealous of the most random things, he won’t get jealous of you talking to the human companions, he won’t get jealous of you talking to Chase, Blades, or even Boulder, but he WILL get jealous of you talking to the computer’s Ai just asking it to set an alarm, “what, you hate me now? You think that scrap is half the mech I am? Fine, I’ll go sleep on the couch-“ he can barely walk straight please stop his dramatic aft.

- if you ask him to be nice to the corner of the table of which his hip smacked against, he will angrily sulk and talk to the table as if it was a bot he bumped into at a party, by which I mean his siren is letting off and angry ‘rbrbrbrbr’ sound, and calling it a glitch that should watch itself.

- He will wake up with a killer processor ache and refusing to get up, so please bring him some energon to give him a kiss or two to make him feel better.

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Blades

- Blades does not know his own limit when drinking high grade, this is mostly because he likes very sweet tasting high grade and that often makes him not realize just how much he’s drinking until he’s hiding his face plate behind his servos and crying, because he thought about humans morality for one second and couldn’t stop the wailing that left him.

- Blades is a mood swinging drunk but it’s mostly between crying and giggling like a dork, but when you try to comfort him or guide him to bed and his yanking his arm away from you, “No! Don’t touch! Need my…only my conjunx can!

- “Blades, sweetie, I am your conjunx.”

He blinks slowly as if processing your words before his wings start fluttering making him sound like a buzzing bee.

“Hi.”

- he’s smitten and all over you, you’re not getting Blades off of you anytime soon he is all over your lap nuzzling his helm against your cheek your neck cables, clinging to you like a lift line. Blades is very out of it but that’s not stopping him from putting wet kisses along your face plate, and letting the entire firehouse know that he loves his conjunx very much. You are now his keeper and it’s needed as his balance is now gone and he will fall over and stumble.

- You’re legally required to not leave his side, he starts crying when you’re so much as not touching him let alone out of sight so he will panic if he can’t find you.

- Drunks words are sober thoughts and that’s never been truer with a drunk Blades, if you’re worried about what he truly thinks and feels for you will you learn very quickly how much he loves and adore you, but that he also watched two more episodes of your show that you two promised to watch together, or that he does not even like the show but he wanted to watch it with you cause you love it, and he likes talking to you about it. Please get him to bed.

- Another one who’s hangover is pretty bad, just let him lay face down in the berth , in the dark and not move.

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Boulder

- Boulder doesn’t drink much he’s not one for high grade, very rarely does he drink and it’s usually only in times of celebration. Another bot who perfers sweeter high grade but he often limits himself to just a few, however a drinking game is played and it was a lot of fun! He was enjoying himself, laughing with you and his friends, he easily forgot his own personal limit.

- He’s tricky to read at first cause he’s smiling liek usual and just enjoying himself, but it’ll become apparent he’s a giggly drunk, anything and everything no matter what will send him into a giggling fit, someone lose at uno? Giggling. Someone make a really bad dad joke? Giggling. Someone leaning on him for support? Giggling, do you see the trend here.

- You try to get him to bed but he’s laughing, you two stumble and it just makes him laugh more, and there you two go falling to the ground and he’s got you in a tight hug laying flat out on the ground damn near wheezing he’s laughing so hard. He’s so cute, he finds all of this such a delight such a fun night! Boulder is now deadweight, don’t ask him to tell the time he’s just going to repeat what you said to him at the clock, don’t ask him to get up cause he will try and stumble once more.

- However clumsiness aside he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, and with a goofy grin he just mutters “you’re preeetty.” Drawing out his with a giggle. You are his rock in his time of need and he loves you so much, he will tell you dozens of times throughout the night he loves you, you feel like home to him, and then he will crash so hard.

- Boulder suffers the least amount of a hangover, his processors mildly ache but nothing some energon won’t fix! And if you tell him what he did and all he said last night, you’ll be once again met with some laughter but it’s sheepish and bashful, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t cause much trouble for you..” he’s so embarrassed.

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3 characters is my limit due to a chronic wrist injury but I wanted to mention at least some thought on Chase, I don’t think he likes to drink high grade, he’s not fond of the taste nor how it makes him feel, he feels like he’s losing control when high grade is in his system and he doesn’t like that.

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AHHHHH, YOU WRITE FOR VARIAN??? It's so hard to find anyone who does that- could you possibly write hcs for dating him?

A/N: EEEEK!!! yesyes, varian's one of my favs to write for!!!! i may have a thing for dorks,, ty SOSO much for the request, this was so much fun to write for! (for my followers, or just any1 else.. KEEP REQUESTING VARIAN)

Explosive Heartbeat (Varian x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General dating/relationship headcanons for Varian

As friends, you're kinda like nerd buddies! Varian would rant to you on and on when you visited him in his lab. After a bit, Ruddiger seemed to grow affectionate towards you, so you kept visiting. You'd help him with his experiments sometimes, but you'd mainly hang out with Ruddiger, reading a book somewhere. The two of you grew close! And.. Varian found himself hoping you'd visit more and more.

As partners? Well, Varian doesn't change much, but he definitely becomes a lot more awkward. He tries at romantic advances, but.. they don't turn out well. While dating him, expect lots of dorky, unsuccessful flirting attempts.

He tries for you, though! Varian doesn't know much about romance, other than how to artificially create it. Which he.. hasn't figured out how to do yet. At least he has a natural source, now. He finds himself relating to a lot more.. lovey-dovey things, that he'd normally never understand. In a way, you opened his eyes to love. All of these emotions, suddenly exploding inside of him--all because of you. Sweet, huh?

Varian often finds himself distracted when you visit. He hardly gets any work done because you're there.. which is partly his fault, for looking at you every 20 seconds. He's grown a love-hate relationship to you visiting. Mainly "love", though.

After you leave, he immediately groans, thinking of all the things he did wrong around you. You can find him ranting to Ruddiger afterwards, mainly complaining about the way you made him feel. Not the way you made him feel, but rather the way you made him act. He feels a fool around you.. and wonders why you even love him back.

Ruddiger isn't gonna stand for that bullcrap. This little rat rascal bites Varian to snap him out of it. Once he gets over his self-concious arc, Varian finds himself smitten. Sometimes he becomes a blushing mess just thinking about you. Now he's tripping over his own feet, (with as awkward as he is), and Ruddiger feels as if he's made him even worse.

About the failed flirtings. They're hysterical. But, talking about some things that actually land in your relationship, are nicknames. For him, you range from Var, nerd, V, to some of the more romantic ones, like "hun". He seems to get flustered at that one. As for romantic nicknames for you? He.. well, he tries. In turn, Varian also uses hun or honey, seeing as they're the most comfortable, but he doesn't use them often. Either calls you by your initial (if it works), or just some inside joke like "geek" or "smart-alec"

Surprisingly, or maybe not, Varian's an absolute sucker for PDA. Him, being the dork he is, will explain to you the physical benefits on the human mind to hugs and physical affection--and when you actually hug him, he'll freeze. He's grown used to your touch, though, and finds himself hugging back most of time time, if you don't startle him. If anything, he loves to hold your hand. If he's opened up enough, he'll let you hold his hand without his gloves.. may not happen often, though. But yes, anywhere you're going, Varian's holding your hand. No way around it.

Sometimes you'd fall asleep at his lab, most likely with a book in your hand, and it's the most adorable thing he's seen. Theres an 89% chance that Ruddiger's there, snuggled up next to you. Varian makes sure to wake you up before it gets late.. on your busy days. If he knows you have nothing to do in the morning.. he'll leave you be to sleep till morning. He knows you need the rest, and you looked too cute peaceful to wake up now. (This situation can go for Varian aswell, especially if he spends nights awake working on experimenting)

As for dates, you two would have many home-dates, but if you're going anywhere, you're going to the library! Despite the location being extremely tame, he still feels nervous asking you out. Corona's libraries were always quiet and peaceful, and the best place for Varian to nerd out to you about any chemistry books that they happened to have. Either this, or a field somewhere out in Old Corona. Exploring dates were fun aswell, where one of you would take a backpack and just wander around the forests, chatting about any little thing that comes to your mind. If nowhere else--Monty's sweet shop, if it's a special day of sorts, like the Day of Hearts.

Oh, how could I forget? The Day of Hearts was always a holiday that Varian would pass over, seeing as he had more important things to do than indulge himself in romance with.. himself only. So when you reminded him about it, he almost spit out his hot cocoa. And if he was being completely honest, he most definitely forgot about it. Feels slightly ashamed, but now excited for the holiday! Excited to spend it with you, mainly.. And of course, you sign the journal together. Varian's still a nervous wreck, so his signature was a bit more shaky than he'd like it to be. It was the thought that counted.. right? If you stumble into Rapunzel and Eugene at the festival, expect lots of adoring coo-ing from Rapunzel and relentless teasing from Eugene. He's still as dorky and sarcastic as ever when confronted with the teasing, but the fit of flushed red on his face gave away everything you needed to know.

But Rapunzel's right. The two of you are extremely cute together, you even look like you were made for each other! The simple thought of that makes Varian want to faint, but he'll come to terms with it eventually. Just know that romance is definitely not his strong suit, but he managed to not draw you away, so he's gotta be doing something. Otherwise, Varian stays his loveable, dorky, sarcastic self. But now, with just a little bit more of hand holding.

And you did sign the Day of Hearts journal together, so if that doesn't give you a telltale sign of where your relationship is going, I don't know what will.

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Can I rq some nsfw mike morton hcs? Thank u!! 💕

☆ mike morton ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / mike morton x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / kinkwear, strap-ons, mentions of roleplay, food play

word count / 1,369 words

author's note / i went a bit overboard while writing up the draft of this so i included the sfw headcanons (he's my main in identity v so i was super happy to get this request, thank you anon.). this man is KINKY. he'll be the type to go "zoo wee mama!" when you take off your top and i'm a adamant believer of that.

SFW

☆ mike morton, with his impressive set of skills showcasing for all to see. everyone can agree his ability of an acrobat is far too overqualified as each show, there is always a different sort of opening act that mike produced. and yet, that is all there is to him people would say. as the true star, sergei, the backbone of the circus. and with this information that everyone knows all too well, there comes insecurity.

☆ mike is an insecure man, despite not showing it. even he refuses to acknowledge that fact that really, every fiber of his being is burning with jealousy and the fear of abandonment. he will do anything to keep his stability and position at the circus.

☆ that doesn’t mean mike isn’t naturally a lively, bright faced man. in fact, that personality of his is why many can agree he’s very easy to talk to, very outgoing. someone who’d always include you in the conversation if he notices you straying to the side. he is one to be around, but many are hesitant to get close to him. after all, a friend to all is a friend to none.

☆ getting to know him was quite easy. he’s practically an open book and is not one to hide his insecurities. after all, he’s always scrambling for ideas on how to liven up this performance. whether it be adding explosive balls on stage and experimenting with nitrate bombs, anything dangerous to keep his place of an acrobat.

☆ you caught his attention while attending one of his performances, you, all the way up in the front with your eyes all on him. he could feel that intentive gaze and was flustered by your stare, causing him to nearly mess up on his performance and almost caused an explosion with the bomb he was juggling with.

☆ you’ll see him chasing after you after the after party of the show, with his hand waving for you. “please! a moment of your time!”

☆ after that, he would frequently visit you in town. always talking about his day before asking you of your own, getting lost in the tiniest of the smallest details to tell you of, filled with lots of jokes. just to see your lips curl into a smile or even a laugh from you that he values. those quips would turn into flirtatious comments to an invitation for a date.

☆ he’s an affectionate man and loves any form of physical touch from you and all types of kisses that you present to him. he’d always surprise you with his sudden kisses, whether it be neck kisses, nape kisses, or even your ear. he especially loves it when you kiss his cauliflower ears, something he’s been very insecure about after an accident in producing one of his props. he’s such a dork he once tried to spiderman kiss you as you try to find him in his dressing room, completely catching you off guard and him failing as he immediately lost balance and fell.

☆ mike is fairly muscular. even if you aren’t on the strong side, he'll love to sit on your lap, staring down on you and his hands wrapped around your shoulders as he whines and babbles on about just everything. “i missed you so much oh my god you have no idea what happened today.”

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☆ mike morton, who’d perform to the crowd with his compelling acts but behind the stage, he’s imagining ravaging you after the show.

☆ the entire time is full of him poking fun and teasing you. you’ll be taking off your clothes and he’ll be laying down, whistling. “yoohoo, hey handsome! damn, that bodyyyyy!” in other instances, when he’s desperate for skinship, he’ll be hurriedly taking off your clothes whilst still admiring. “you’re such a cute birdie.”

☆ he just loves to destroy the mood with his big mouth, doesn’t he? (it’s all in good fun, swear) he loves to tease you with not only his words, but his actions. he’ll be blowing hot breath on your ear, just to see your cute little shiver, drawing circles on your clit. beg him to taste you, put it in, do anything to you. as long as you beg him. he loves to feel and be wanted, especially from you.

☆ mike has a length of 6 and a half or so inches, his width a pretty substantial amount. he’s not a very a p and v type of guy, he’ll prefer other methods of pleasuring. overstimulating one area, having you sucking down on him or giving you oral. he loves to just taste.

☆ he’ll be the type to be very verbal in bed, he has no shame at all. he’ll be moaning and groaning so many types of phrases, slurring out his words. “oooohhhhh yesss bbabyyyyyy.”

☆ giving him head, he loves when you hollow out your cheeks. he’ll be pulling your head, leading your head on where to go. even in instances, he’ll be so lost in it, tears are brimming this lashes and he’ll be pushing your head to the point he’s choking you with his cock.

☆ while he’s down on you, praise him on how well he did on stage today. tell him how you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, how creative and funny he is. how nobody will ever make you feel this good but him. scrunch up his curls and don’t be shy to be verbal, he loves any sort of validation to know that he’s pleasuring you well.

☆ he’s very sexually expressive in bed and loves to experiment, which can range from strap-ons, roleplay, and food play. he’s very open minded and always open to new ideas coming from you, he’ll love to fulfill it!

☆ speaking of kinkwear, he loves to stiletto heel boots with lingerie and loves it especially when you wear lingerie was well. just the sight of you in leather and lace and him all dressed up for you, it’s almost like you’re preparing for a performance with him.

☆ adding on to food play, he loves to fill your entire body (especially your nipples and bottom) of cream and to just suck and lick you alive. he swears you’re already so sweet but to taste all his sweets altogether, he loves it. he’d make cute little swirls on your nipples of cream, lapping it like a dog. "oh boy! what are we having! carrot cake? strawberry shortcake? COTTON CANDY?”

☆ he loves straps-on, even making one for you to wear to sink him in. just the fact that you can fulfill him with all and any types of love makes him emotional.

☆ mike is an extremely emotional man, driven by his feelings. he loves to go fast but he’s an equal sucker for a slower pace, to ravish this beautiful time together with you.

☆ aftercare with him would be bathing together, your bodies pressing together. just to feel the warm water and your warmth, he simply just wants to be held by you. he’s so safe that truly, he doesn’t want to entertain the idea of this ever ending.

☆ he doesn’t particularly clean up after, in fact, after finishing your guys’ shower, he’ll urge you back in bed with him (the sheets all soaked with cum). he’ll fall asleep with his hands around your waist, his head buried on your chest. he wants to be enveloped by you, to know everything is alive. that you’re alive and everything is real.

☆ waking up, you’ll always see him still asleep. in reality, most of the time he wakes up much later than you but far too comfortable to want to get up. he’s a man child like that. you’ll always find his arm to be draped over your waist in a tight hold, he’s far too content to get up to go to morning practice.

☆ mike morton, as everyone says, is a magnificent acrobat. too overqualified but too in love with hullabaloo. he is an impressive man with the possibility of being thrown away at any given moment. he will do anything to stay important to you.

[jweekgoji]

Hi, if you have time, energy and motivation for this, then please write a sequel on yandere!tfrid2015.

Yandere!TfRID2015/Reader [hcs]

tw: nsf/w(-ish) headcanons so minors don't read, possessiveness, praise kink, size kink, power dynamics, marking. word count: ~820 a/n: it has been in my drafts since summer so a good time to finally finish it.

Bumblebee

This Bumblebee is such an interesting character for me, mainly because he is finally taking the serious role in the series. Due to a lot of responsibilities with his own team (newbies, a half-functioning minicon, a clumsy cute dinobot!) and constant Decepticons' attacks. He puts up with a lot of stress. 🐝 probably prefers soft moments of intimacy (honestly, I can't even imagine yan!🐝 being violent at all); maybe even let you do the job while he can just relax and finally forget about controlling everything and everyone. He is vocal, though he would probably try to put his own servo over his mouth, mainly because he's still a bit shy that someone might hear him. I mean, looking back at where they 'live'...good luck.

This Bumblebee probably has a praise kink, and he would absolutely MELT when you call him 'sir'. It's just something that gets him going even when he's too tired to even move a finger.

Respect, respect, he likes it! Whether you're the one receiving pleasure, whining and accidentally moaning the soft 'lieutenant!' during it, or holding him down, telling Bumblebee how good he is, such a good and caring leader...your poor lieutenant Bee! You're probably putting a lot of dirty and unnecessary thoughts in his processor.

Grimlock

Grimlock absolutely knows how good he is. He also absolutely understands what role he has in the team. Muscles. And he has no shame when it comes to his size! He is used to bots around him being annoyed when he accidentally breaks something or bumps into stuff, the 🦖 gets a little confused when he meets someone who's...into it? I think he would probably be into size kink when his partner shows that they love how big he is! But probably a little worried since he doesn't want to hurt you. Is he doing well with using his sharp digits inside you? Grimlock doesn't want to hurt his sparkmate!!

Despite having an intimidating look, he is a massive dork (affectionately) who is totally in love with his partner. That's why Grimlock being responsible big dinobot would always make sure you're satisfied first! He is still reluctant about doing it in his dino mode, but he might take this challenge only if you would be on top of him. Otherwise, it would be...awkward.

Sideswipe

Young, arrogant, and painfully determined when it comes to a good fragging. At first glance, you might think he's incredibly experienced, and he'll pretend he is until it comes to a moment of intimacy between you. An extremely confident bot will start to blush and hide his face as soon as you straddle him, and no matter how hard he tries to squeeze out a smirk, it's hard not to notice the little shiver that runs through his body.

But a little determination with you, and you see the old Sideswipe again. He will tease and try to coax a reaction out of you, but only because he longs for you to finally snap and give him a good spanking. He really is into being tamed by his sparkmate, especially if they're better than him in everything.

Strongarm

Sometimes she talks about Cybertronian rules so much, you wonder if she mutters them even when she's asleep? Strongarm always wants what is best for her loved one, so it is no surprise that she shared with you everything she knows.

Strongarm very well mirrors Sideswipe, but in everything Sideswipe is cocky and teasing, Strongarm is cautious and responsible. Sure, she has her own moments, but Primus help her! She totally can't help when you try to distract her whenever she gives you a lecture. Everything you do seems to catch her attention. The way you look at her, or how you bite your lip when thinking about something... It is probably very, very wrong and unprofessional when you try to seduce her, calling her by the title and playing as if you're one of the criminals she caught. This will not affect her results, right?

Steeljaw

Scratching, lots of scratching. The cunning wolfticon is not so gentle at all, not to imagine, if he's obsessed with his darling. I'm just very sorry for their paint job. It must be so tiring polishing your armor and fixing the small scratches around the insides of your thighs and hips every single time you two decide to get intimate together. Scratching is not only his way of separating himself from the former fraction but a way of marking someone. A three simple but a little too deep mark on your shoulder is now a longtime reminder of who you belong to.

But it doesn't mean it doesn't work both ways. If 🐺 is in the right mood, with his tail wagging behind his back and his spike slamming into you so deep it makes you seem stars, he will probably encourage you to leave some marks on him as well.

[mraprilfools]

Pairing: Wife!Reader x Old!Vox

Contents/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Flirting, Wish Fulfillment in owning a home and having a loving husband, suggestive themes, Blood.

Length: 1.3k

Summary: After a powerful Overlord has taken your husband as an apprentice, the quality of both your lives has been improving. Unfortunately this means the time you get to spend with him has been steadily decreasing.

A/N: I've been brainrotting that box headed dork for over a week. I needed to write something about him or I'd scream. aselkrhaeh

The odd thing about owning a house after being poor your whole life is that it never feels quite real. You you expected somebody would come and take it away from you at any moment. Because you could never hold on to anything of value for long.

There was nothing quite so beautiful as seeing the sunrise in your brand-new home from your bedroom window. Or how peaceful it was at all hours of the day without neighbors screaming from a fight from the next door over, or people stomping everywhere as if they weren’t live in some communal space. The furniture was all brand new, and you had been spared the pain of moving it all inside thanks to your husbands connections with a powerful Overlord.

The floors were pretty, the curtains weren’t tattered, and it was warm inside the house even in the dead of winter as the place had insulation. Your energy bills weren’t even half of what they used to be. Even your plates and mugs matched each other rather than being odd bits collected from pawn shops and glued back together from the trash. It was a pleasure to simply walk through and admire the place while you watched the clock. Your husband would be home any minute now, he always called if he was going to be late.

You had gotten dressed in that nice brand new winter coat he got you and fur cap ready to go out for dinner tonight like you promised. It was heavy but comfortable, feeling the weight of his care when he draped it over your shoulders because he noticed how your old one was ratty and barely keeping you warm anymore.

There was one trade-off though.

“Honey, I’m home!” Your husband, Vox, kept coming home covered in blood!

The brilliant red eyes almost looked innocent even with blood smeared over the screen, contrasting against the blue face beneath. The light of his screen always got a little bit brighter when he saw you, and the light was always more intense when you waited for him to come home. He spoke your name with deep affection while he shrugged off the bloody jacket, tossing it onto the coat rack.

A job for future you. Fucking asshole, he was so lucky you loved him.

The orange turtleneck was still spotted with blood underneath, a problem he noted when his smile fell while his claws hovered over one large conspicuous spot.

“One-second honey! I want to give you a proper kiss but I don’t want to get your clothes all dirty!”

When Vox tried to move past you, you grabbed hold of the collar of his turtleneck and yanked him forward until his glassy face was even with yours. Large red eyes stared at you in a befuddled wonder until your pressed your lips roughly against his. You could feel his lips smiling beneath your own, staying gentle and sweet.

Vox’s right eye swirled in the affectionate squint when your kiss broke. A dopey smile that betrayed his otherwise frightening appearance. “Well… I missed you too, Dear.”

“Get changed Bunny… I’ll clean your screen.” You tried to hide the annoyance in your voice, but when you turned your head away he stretched out one of his cleaner claws to tilt your face back to look at him.

“Are you upset honey?”

“A little… you keep coming home covered in blood. What is it that Alastor has you doing?”

His shoulders fell, his cyan pupils drawn away in clear confession of guilt. “You know I can’t tell you, honey. It’d put you in danger. But I promise I’ll keep coming home. I’m on my way to becoming a powerful Overlord in my own right! Soon our lives will become even better! Now… I don’t mean to brag. But I have a hot date tonight and I need to get dressed. I wonder if I have a chance...”

Vox chuckled darkly, sliding his screen in to brush against your neck. The large cumbersome head only ever managed to brush his lips against your cheek and your jaw, but the feeling of his static always tickled. You latched onto his shoulder for support, suppressing the laughter building in your throat. The faint wetness of his lips and the hardness of the shark teeth beneath sent vivid and lascivious memories to the forefront of your mind.

“You know those romance novels you’ve been bringing home for me lately?”

“Hm? Yeah! I got one in my jacket pocket for you right now. What about them?” His voice poured into your ears, and the cold firm hands wrapped around your waist locking you in place while his teeth grazed against your neck.

“Another? Bunny… you shouldn’t be wasting money like that!”

“It’s not a waste. We’re no longer struggling honey, and you deserve to have nice things you enjoy.”

You put your hands against the frame of his head, pushing him away from your neck before he got too handsy with you. The swirl in his right eye was at full force. You knew it! He was getting frisky with you right at the door.

“Don’t you get jealous of all my book boyfriends?” You teased.

“No. I’ve peeked at what you read. You like men with teeth and claws like mine. Even when I’m at work, you’re still missing me dearly. You’re so cute, I just want to kiss you all the time.” Two claws bit into your back, with the others resting hard against your back that instantly took your breath away. They were terrifying at first, but over the years he knew exactly how to apply just enough pressure to make it hurt but not tear you apart.

Vox’s lips pressed against yours again, with his teeth lightly pinching and nibbling on your bottom lip. You pushed him away a second time, pressing your forehead hard against the space between his eyes to keep him from trying to kiss you again.

“W-who said I was thinking of you?!”

“You aren’t…?” The fragility in his voice should not have been as heartbreaking as it was. The sharkish grin faded, as did that predatory swirl in his right eye. The press of his fingers against your back fell away, and you caught his wrist to press his palm against your cheek instead.

“Of course I am Bunny… But we’re going to be late for our reservation if you keep trying to seduce me.”

The cheeky smile returned, with a light flush of bright blue covering his face beneath his eyes. “Hehe, guilty.”

Exasperated, you smacked your hands against his chest. “What would we do about dinner then?!”

“We could walk to the grocery store together to pick up things to make for dinner together… I like cooking with you. You always make this little… face when you’re trying to decide what the dish needs. Makes me want to marry you all over again.” Those large eyes almost looked hopeful. His screen came to bump against your forehead, staring at you with those large eyes of his like some puppydog.

Vox KNEW your weaknesses and wasn’t afraid to use them.

It was your turn to feel a heat rise from your face, pinching the yellow fabric of his turtleneck. “Tomorrow… I’ve been looking forward to this date all week. But now MY clothes are all bloody too. Ugh… Vox.”

“You started it by kissing me.”

“Well… I missed you.” You sulked, turning your face away again. Vox cupped your chin between his thumb and pointed finger, guiding you to make eye contact with him yet again. Electricity was dancing between those antennae, a constant stream of electricity forming a heart. The very culprit for the affectionate nickname you gave him.

“I missed you too, dear. I’ll be good and save dessert for after dinner. You’ll let me show you how much I missed you then, won’t you? I’ll make love to you exactly the way you like it.” The promise sent shivers down your spine, while his hands greedily locked around your frame until you were pressed flush against his body.

“I think that can be arranged… I love you, Bunny.”

“I love you too, dear.”

[teaboot]

Who is your OC that is the most fleshed out? Anything you care to share about them? What is a small detail about them that you rarely think about?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.*

YOU TRICKED ME INTO WRITING AGAIN

BÁTARD!

There is an old rotting seat in the middle of the woods where a young man appears to lay dead. His face is pale, his skin is tinted with mildew, his old wool coat is moth-eaten and moldy. A layer of topsoil covers his lap. His hair, slowly greening, has been plucked at by birds.

A long time ago, a man won a single wish, and knowing that wealth was fleeting and power brought danger, wished for incredible knowledge.

The wish granted him understanding of machinery, of magics, of medicine and physics, and insight into endless possibility. So much information that he cannot stop thinking, making connections, processing it all, struggling to grasp it.

Always thinking, he found soon that he could not fall asleep. Medicines helped for a short while, but he was never truly rested, and through desperation or happenstance he found with some horror that he also could not die.

The story is that a point came where he brought upon himself some sort of curse, to sleep, and to dream, and to never be disturbed.

Excepting, of course, under very specific circumstance.

Not everyone can see him, but those who do have affectionately named him "Alexander".

(He is more or less a landmark, like an oddly-shaped rock by the side of the road.)

Nevaeh is The Daedalus. She has no idea what that means. She has never gotten lost, no matter how far she's wandered.

Her bus always arrives at the stop shortly after she does. When she rides her bike, there is never a roadblock or construction in the way. She isn't always on schedule, but even when she's late, she seems to arrive on time.

She loves her parents. She likes to bake. Her sister is a dork, but they get along fine. Life is good- things are normal.

(Things are not normal.)

Jessie's name is not Jessie.

Probably.

Jessie gives different people different names.

Nobody's quite sure if they're human or a fairy of some kind, but they seem to show up everywhere and never seem particularly fazed by what's going on.

They always seem to be upbeat and unconcerned, but not in an uncaring sort of way- it's more like they just have this unshakeable confidence that everything is always going to end up fine.

Jessie is at the party, holding the host's cat. Nobody knows who invited them. Nobody knows anyone who knows them that well. Jessie offers you a corn chip.

Jessie is at the town hall meeting, sitting in the back row with their feet resting on the chair in front of them. They don't ask questions or interject, but seem interested as they snack on rainbow kettle corn.

Jessie is at the sacrificial ceremony, deep in the bowels of the community rec center. As candles flicker around you and the sound of chanting voices grow closer, they tuck a hard candy into your pocket and tell you not to worry so much.

(Jessie does not untie you from the dias.)

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None of these guys are my main character, but they're probably my favorites!!! Thank you so much for asking, I need to get back to work on this! ♡♡♡♡♡ oh, I'm all excited again!!! Aadfgghhfjgdgsggffk ❤

[sheyfu]

guys i said i wouldn't post but i couldn't resist writing this so here you go 😓😓😓😓; not proofread; the thought occurred so no more formatting 😓; contains swearing btw; no wc bc i did this on tumblr drafts on my phone and not gdocs and i'm too lazy to transfer each paragraph there 😓😓; read for a banger 🤩🤩

i imagine itoshi sae as someone who calls you a LOT of spanish endearments. some of these endearments include amor, mi vida, cariño, and his favorite, mis amores. BUT here's the thing. while he does enjoy calling you these names and reducing you to a giddy and giggling fool (affectionate), he's a SUCKER for also being called endearments. so here's his list of favourites (from my humble opinion 💛)

"okay, this makes me blush a little"

first on the list are the endearments that make him blush, but not super duper to the point he has to scream in his pillow.

☆ babe/baby/darling

while he finds it cute you have these nicknames for him, he finds them quite overrated. whenever you go out together, he always hears these from others and he's a picky dork so he doesn't want to be called something used by other people (he wants to be labeled as yours erm).

"how dare you say that can't you see i'm literally giggling and kicking my feet"

☆ darling/my dear/guapo

GRAHHHHH there's just something so "JWLEJWOSJS" and possesive (he loves it when you get possesive over him) about these endearments. when you call him these, it may seem like he does NOT give any fucks but when you leave him alone to go to the bathroom or your bedroom, he jumps around the house giggling and kicking his feet. (you've caught him do this and even have a video of it [hidden in your secret folder >:)] but you didn't tell him [you don't plan on telling him] for blackmail purposes 🙁🙁. ANYWAYS when you cal him guapo his ego gets inflated so now you're stuck with a smirking doofus.

"GRAHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH LETS GET MARRIED PLEASEPLEAPSLSPLSPSL"

☆ my love/my sweet/my husband

now these are the endearments that make him WEAAAAAK in the knees. when you call him these, i'm telling you he will go down on one knee and bow to you like those royal knights. these make him go "WHKWHWKQHAKAJA". HE BECOMES CRAZY. he is so down horrendous for you i'm not even kidding. you don't usually use "my husband" often but when you do (especially when you refer to him as that in public), he'll go crazy and think of ways to propose to you (you're already married he's just stupidly in love w you).

bonus:

☆ saeshi/my sae/sae

while these aren't endearments, there's just something so intimate about you calling his name. yeah, his teammates and family call him 'sae', but when you do, it's like the sound of a goal but better. he's just really in love with you (like super duper)

so in short, itoshi sae gets weak in the knees when you call him these <3

[cyybercyko]

! - Kokichi Oma x Super Sweet & Affectionate S/O - !

Hmhmhm . . Looks like the fluffy one won !!! I'm super excited for this one, gang ! And for all you who partake in the poll, thank you for helping me choose what to write ! You guys are the best ! For that, take this !

Kokichi Oma x Super Sweet & Affectionate S/O

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» Love ?! Bleh, that was a word Kokichi despised !

» Love is icky, mushy, sappy, and stupid !

» Yeah , yeah, he still denies it but when he meets you that feeling changed .

» But he likes to think love is mushy and weird .

» When you first met him— The only thought that rushed to your mind was :"He's so cute !"

» Compliments . Lots . . And lots . . . Of compliments . Sometimes, he'd blush a lot, and sometimes he'd embrace them .

» "Damn right I'm the best !" He'd giggle like a dork . This guy loves compliments , no matter how he takes them .

» His response can also be: "Huuuh ? You really think so ?~" As he'd smile, his hands behind his head , but his cheeks getting red . It was adorable to look at !

» When you two get closer, you demand cuddles .

» "Haaaah ?! Cuddles ?!?! From your Great Supreme Leader ?! I-I don't think so !" He stutters and stammers , obviously flustered at first .

» You sigh, "come on !! It's not weird , it's cute !"

» " Uh-uh ! Uh-uh !!!" He yells, rapidly shaking his head .

» Whether or not your S/O here is taller or shorter, you tackle him to the bed . Boom !

» He looked up at you, his head spinning from the impact as he lightly shook it . Or was it just the impact ?~

» "Jeez, S/O !! Why are you so meeeeaaaannn . . " He grumbled , looking into your e/c gaze .

» You giggled, now aside him . "Yeah, yeah, complain but I know you don't regret this , my cute lil supreme leader !~" you smirked, and he nuzzled into your chest .

» "H-hmph !" He blushed , he loved that nickname . It created this dumb, fluffy feeling in his chest . He still smiled and felt the need to hug you so much—

» He snuggled closer , but you could feel him shaking .

» "Nervous ?" You said quietly, your sweet voice ringing in his head , music to his ears .

» He scoffed loudly, but out of anxiousness it came out exaggerated . You could tell he was lying when he stuttered out, "Pfft ! As if, S/O ! I'm the ultimate supreme leader, remember ? I'm not nervous at all !"

» "Whatever you say , kichi . ." You snickered .

» The rest of the night was cuddles and warm snuggling with your gremlin little boyfriend .

~~~♡~~~

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A/N : HOPE YALL GANG ENJOY THIS ONE !! 💗💗🙏🏼 this one was so fluffy, it's adorable !!

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~ this one was not a request btw, I posted a poll and this was the one that won !

Here's the poll btw !

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Recipe for Love (me and you)

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Vincent, Lovely

Pairings: Vincent/Lovely

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4q2x4zs134mVfZSzngdZBG?si=IqTGBHi1QbKdFxDaZPtL7Q

Ahhh here it is! A chance to write for these sappy two is a gift! Been crawling through the past week a lil so having this to focus on has been fab. This is post inversion and a bit of silly fluff (my fav to write, see the chaos trio stuck on a lake fic LMAO). Huge thank you to everyone who voted! I hope you enjoy!

Anyways! As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work. Hope you enjoy!

(Fic below cut)

“What do you want for dinner Lovely?” Vincent calls out to the house, effortlessly carrying multiple shopping bags as he pushes the front door shut behind him.

Lovely pauses in their room where they were attempting to conjure any semblance of lightning above them that they could. Leaping up at the sound of his voice, they barrel down the stairs to greet him.

He beams as soon as he sees them, midway through taking off his jacket. Once Lovely sees that smile they jump straight into his arms - laughing as he lunges forward at inhuman speed, grabbing them and spinning them around in a circle. 

“You're lucky I have these magical powers aren't you Little One.” He chuckles, kissing their cheek as he places them gently back on the ground.

“You would have caught me regardless.” They stick out their tongue, before tapping their lips. “And you missed.”

He gasps in faux scandal. “Well that can't be right, how could I neglect you so cruelly?” He cups their cheeks, silver eyes twinkling mischievously like moonlight, and he pulls them into a passionate kiss. They can't fight the smile on their face as they giggle against his lips, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

“Much better.” He smooths his thumb over their cheek, as he pulls back to look at them properly. 

“Welcome home Vincent.” Lovely leans into his touch, nuzzling into his hand, and leaving a sweet kiss on his palm that makes his heart melt.

“How was your night off Lovely?”

Finally breaking away, they pick up some of the grocery bags. “Mm fine. A disappointing lack of my favourite vampire though.” 

“You mean Sam didn’t come to visit? How rude.” Vincent teases following behind with the rest of the shopping.

“No you, you dork.” They roll their eyes affectionately.  “You've been out almost all night for class, I missed you.” 

“And Sam will be heartbroken to hear he's not your favourite vamp.” He says, before adding cheekily. “And technically, I'm home early tonight.” 

The pair enter the kitchen and spread the groceries out across the counter. Lovely takes care to place the blood bags Vincent picked up in the fridge first.

“And yet you still were missed, sue me.” They pout playfully over their shoulder.

Vincent stops them from picking up another bag by wrapping his arms around their waist from behind. “I missed you too, Lovely.” Kissing reverently across their back and up to their neck, he follows up. “You didn't answer my question though, what's for dinner?” 

“Mm I'm really craving chicken alfredo, but I can't have that anymore. I wish I could have made it with you, I used to make it all the time.” They sigh wistfully, resigned to their fate.

“Why can't you have it anymore?” He frowns, resting his chin on their shoulder. 

They shuffle on the spot awkwardly. “Well I didn't want to bring it up because it has so much garlic in it.”

“You've had garlic before though? I watched you eat an entire baguette of garlic bread once.”

Lovely freezes like a deer in headlights. “You saw that?!” 

He taps the side of his head smugly. “Vampire sight, and you weren't very subtle.”

“I'm so sorry.” They rush the words out, “I didn't want you to feel left out or anything, and it was really a moment of weakness!”

“Woah woah you're allowed to eat whenever and whatever you want baby. I'm never going to police that.” He looks so worried as he squeezes their hand, making Lovely pause in their spiraling.

“What? I know that, you make me feel so safe. That's never been an issue.” They tilt their head to the side, confused.

“What are you talking about then?”

“The garlic?”

“The what- oh my god Lovely.” Vincent chokes and starts completely breaking down laughing.

Lovely stares at him, very worried that they would in fact be seeing Sam today for all the wrong reasons. “...What?” 

“You- You- I love you so much.” Struggling to regain his composure, he tries to pull himself up against the counter. “My love, I can eat garlic.”

Lovely blinks twice before their jaw slowly drops open.. “The whole time?”

“Yes baby I-” he puts hands on their shoulders, “is this why you were so paranoid about that Italian place Asher suggested before?”

Bashfully Lovely slowly covers their face, nodding.

“Oh Lovely-” overcome with affection and amusement he pulls them into a searing kiss. “You are just too sweet.” He laughs between breaths.

Lovely starts to giggle too as he becomes more enthusiastic in his affection. “I can't believe I was so worried.” They sigh against his lips.

“You're adorable and ridiculous and I love you.” He scoops them up onto the counter, kisses moving down to their neck again. “I love you so much and we're gonna make chicken alfredo for dinner with so much garlic in it.”

“And garlic bread?” They add hopefully, tracing mindless patterns across his back.

“So much garlic bread.” He chuckles, nuzzling against their skin.

“Fuck yeah.” They cheer quietly, making him laugh again. 

“Let's get started then shall we?” He says as he offers his hand to help them down from the counter.

They take it as they hope down, giving it a small squeeze. “I'm capable of getting down on my own, you know.” They joke.

He places an offended hand to his chest. “But what sort of gentleman would I be if I left you up there all alone Lovely?”

“Oh shush.” They lightly elbow him with their spare arm as they reach for one of the bags he'd brought in. “...Do we even have garlic?”

“I'm not sure.” Vincent answers honestly while rummaging through the fridge. “I can always nip to Sam’s and grab some if we need. Tank mentioned it’s a big part of his favourite human food to make for them. Some kind of garlic soup I think? For now, we can prep some of the stuff we’ll need, then we can go for a run.”

“Even Sam was eating garlic? How have I missed this for so long.” They grumble exasperatedly as they take off their jumper.

The pair begin to move seamlessly around the kitchen, a familiar dance by now for the two. A sweet duet that neither could ever tire of. Lovely starts washing up dishes, while Vincent gathers what ingredients they do have and begins sorting and prepping them. The rhythm of their feet guiding them through an old routine.

“Oh I bought some pasta, it should be in that last bag. Could you grab it for me please?” Vincent asks whilst organising chicken breasts into portions.

“Sure.” Lovely chirps as they bound over to the last few of the bags Vincent had brought in.

They rummage around looking for the pasta, when their hand brushes against something very soft and squishy. Curiosity piqued, they pull the object out. It's a very adorable cat plushie. Its big eyes look up at Lovely through grey fur and it has a giant silver bow wrapped around its neck.

“Who's this little guy?” They exclaim excitedly, petting his head.

“Who's who? Oh wait!” Vincent half reaches to stop them before remembering the chicken in his hands. Frozen in place with half a chicken breast, he looks helplessly between Lovely and the chopping board. “...that's a gift for you.” He confesses after realising it’s far too late to hide it now.

Lovely melts on the spot. “Vincent! Thank you so much.” They dodge under his arms and tackle him in a hug.

“Woah woah I'm glad you like him, but let me wash my hands first.” He lifts his hands and chicken away from them, carefully manoeuvring to the sink.

Once clean they're on him again immediately, toy cat squished between the two of them.

Vencent looks down at the now squashed plushie. “It's pretty fly, right?” He grins at them.

“You did not just say fly Vince, oh my gods.”

“What's wrong with fly? Fine, dope then.”

“DOPE?” 

“Am I not hip enough for you Lovely?” He pokes their side, causing them to squirm against him.

“You're an old man who's bullying me, is what.” 

They shriek as he begins tickling them, fighting to escape his grip. “Let go, you bastard!” They wheeze, clawing at the counter to try and get away. 

“Not until you admit I'm cool to your paw-some new friend.” 

“Noooo not puns too! You're so cheesy!”

“Yeah but you like me cheesy - it's what makes me so grate.”

“I think this is hate actually, a crime even, some may say.”

“Nooooo it's love. I'm pretty sure.” He spins them around so they're facing him again. “Very sure.”

Lovely pretends to think it over for a second. “Mm fine, love it is.”

“Good.” He tilts up their chin, gazing at their face with such awe and joy in his eyes, “because I have nothing but love for you.” And he kisses them in the cool wash of the moonlight.

“Thank you for this Vince.” Lovely whispers, holding up the plushie. “Why did you get him though?”

“I just thought he was cute, made me think of you.” He presses their foreheads together. “I like giving you things.”

“I love you Vincent.” They murmur, unable to hide their sappy expression as they look at him.

“I love you too Lovely,” he replies, interlocking their fingers. “so very much.”

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Casting a Mis-spell

Pairing: Jisung/Hyunjin

Word count: 2,125

Summary: Jisung is trying to confess to Hyunjin using a new cast he learned. Chaos ensues.

Additional info: witches hyunsung, magical realism, mutual pining, idiots in love, pre-relationship, love confessions, fluff and humor, magical overstimulation, fainting, slightly non-con kissing at first but it turns into enthusiastic consent, and then turns into making out

This was so fun to write, I really love these dorks. This is part three of my bingo series, and covers the following squares on my bingo card: Overstimulated, Magical Realism, Pining/Idiots in Love

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65258890

Or read below the cut:

“Hyunjin-ah!” Jisung calls. He quickens his footsteps, trying to catch up to his friend. Hyunjin continues his casual stroll along the street of shops, unaware or ignorant of Jisung’s calls.

Jisung can’t stand the thought that Hyunjin might be ignoring him, so he speeds up again into a jog. When he reaches Hyunjin’s side, he grabs his shoulders and jumps. He definitely scared him, but as soon as he starts chanting “Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin,” the bearer of said name laughs and gives him a playful glare.

“What do you want, rat?” He asks.

“Y’know, I take that as a compliment. Rats are some of the most loyal and affectionate pets out there, not to mention exceptionally cute—”

“What do you want?” Hyunjin repeats, laughing harder.

“Do you wanna see something cool?” Jisung smiles wide and full of mischief.

Hyunjin side-eyes him. “Do I?”

“Yes. Because I learned a new cast today, and it’s gonna blow your mind.”

“I hope that’s not literal,” Hyunjin says, taking a sharp left. Jisung realizes that he’s been trailing after Hyunjin like a lost puppy, not giving a single care to their surroundings or where they’re headed. But this is Hyunjin. He’s not going to lead Jisung to someplace dangerous, not without a manic glint in his eye that disturbs all the butterflies in Jisung’s stomach into a flapping frenzy.

He’s calm and relaxed today, walking through the little side street he’s led Jisung down with an air of confidence, as if he frequents alleyways often and lives amongst the shadows.

With some of the magic he’s capable of doing, it wouldn’t surprise Jisung.

“Do you wanna see it…?” Jisung asks, a little more unsure of himself compared to his prior bravado.

Hyunjin shoots him a soft smile. “Yes, I do.”

Jisung smiles back, glancing downward at their shoes as they walk in step together. His face feels hot under the sweet attention of Hyunjin, but it’s not going to reduce him to a blubbering, nervously laughing mess today.

Nope. Not today. Because today he’s going to tell Hyunjin how he feels.

No.

Backing.

Out.

He is, understandably, scared out of his gourd.

As the two wander, the back road transitions into a dirt path leading out of the shopping district and into a meadow. Jisung actually begins to recognize where they are; Hyunjin painted it once. He never knew this path existed, lagging behind a little so he can take it in. Yet again, Hyunjin surprises him.

The silence between them is nice. A sweet breeze winnows through the meadowgrass, whipping it into a hazel ocean. Lazy cotton-spun clouds drift across the sky, sunbeams peeking through in bright dapples on the ground. Hyunjin turns to make sure he’s still following, smiling with a hand over his eyes when he can see Jisung.

He looks breathtaking.

The wind swells, billowing through his oversized jacket and long hair as if it’s trying to draw attention to how someone like him can be real; kind and pretty and just within reach. Jisung has to stop himself from physically reaching his hand out. How embarrassing would that be?

He continues walking in Hyunjin’s footsteps. In his shadow.

They stroll a little further up the path until it opens up into a cleared section of packed ground with a fallen tree barricading the wind. Hyunjin opens his arms wide and spins around, that bright smile of his never leaving his face.

“What do you think? Will this space work for what you want to show me?” He turns to Jisung.

Jisung lost all of his words about twenty paces back down the pathway. He simply nods.

“Yay! I love coming up here. It’s one of my favorite spots,” he comments in a casual tone, sitting on the ground and leaning against the trunk, tucking his slender legs up to his chest.

Jisung feels honored that Hyunjin is sharing this with him. He knows him well enough to clock that the casual tone is just a front, and that something about this is important to him too.

Jisung is important to Hyunjin.

Every thought racing around his brain halts in their tracks.

Now is not the time to panic, don’t you even DARE—

He takes a couple deep breaths, drinking in the smell of meadowgrass and bark and looking out over the valley they’ve standing above. Jisung taps into the core of his magic, centered in the pit of his stomach, and pulls out… his salesman voice.

“Goooooood afternoon! And what a lovely day it is, don’t you think? Now today, I’ve got a real treat in store for you. It’s gonna blow you right off this hill, you best believe it. Are you ready?” He draws out, wildly exaggerating his tone and his body language to match the persona.

Hyunjin immediately lets out an effusive laugh and claps, nodding enthusiastically with his face scrunched up in glee.

“Then let’s get the show started!” He says, swaggering forward to dramatically tap twice on his compass tattoo. He nods, full of himself, as the ink begins to glow and casts a projection of his rune wheel imbued into it in the air in front of him.

The excessive ego isn’t entirely a joke. He knows it’s cool, okay? Hyunjin agrees; he said so when Jisung first showed him. (Jisung thinks his is cool too. He had his rune wheel etched into the clock face of his wrist watch.)

As he recalls what his mentor taught him, he draws between the necessary runes on his wheel and the spell casts with a satisfying shink sound. The tip of his pointer finger glows with a blue light and acts as a makeshift pen; a light spell that allows him to draw in the air. Sweet.

Jisung draws the first letter in the air. An ‘i’ followed by an ‘m’ to spell “I’m.”

So far so good.

Until he gets to the next word, that is.

The ‘i’ turns out fine, but when he tries to draw the ‘n’, a tiny waver turns it into another ‘m’ instead.

Okay, deep breath, it doesn’t matter.

He carefully traces over the ‘m’ to make it erase, the light fading from the air. He just needs to be more precise. Jisung tries again and gets it right.

Next word, being “love,” is drawn into the air without a hitch. But he glances at Hyunjin to make sure he’s paying attention and it’s like his hands malfunction. The rest of the sentence comes out looking more like “wiithyuo” than “with you,” like how he wants. His hands shaking, he erases and rewrites it until it looks right. He can’t look at Hyunjin anymore, though, now that his confession is literally written in the sky.

The silence is killing him, but he moves onto the next sentence anyways. Might as well get it all out; he’s already made it this far. His alphabet is all jumbled up and falling through his fingers but it’s fine! He can fix his mistakes! It doesn’t matter that there’s a few too many letters and bad spacing between the words and it looks like he thinks “vwilllyougo ona dahte wifthme” is a completely normal way to ask someone out, he can erase it!

Jisung makes it through Hyunjin’s name okay, thankfully. Except he’s not that lucky, because he realizes he forgot the ‘u’ in his name. So, just like before, he tries to trace over the letters so they’ll erase, but somehow the tracing ends up adding another ‘n.’ And another. And another. And another. At this point, Hyunjin has started laughing so hard Jisung knows he should just give up and bolt. But seeing “Hynjinnnn” spelled in the air, along with the faded remnants of all of his other mistakes, stabs humiliation like a unicorn horn through his chest so hard he can’t move his feet.

A little too late, he realizes it isn’t just humiliation making him feel like he’s burning up inside.

The glow at the tip of his finger has spread little tendrils down into his hand, following the pathways of his veins through his palm into his wrist. It’s actively creeping up his forearm.

Shit.

He tries to tap on his “blessed” tattoo to renew his protections, but his arm won’t listen to him. It feels like it’s moving through honey as he tries to bring it to his chest, and it seems to lose the signal halfway between. It falls down to his side.

He then tries to take a step towards Hyunjin, but the same weight fills his leg like lead from his thigh to his toes. His knee buckles beneath him and he crumples to the floor.

Hyunjin scrambles to his feet so he can rush to Jisung’s side. Jisung, seemingly still not grasping that he’s lost his motor function, tries to tell Hyunjin he’s fine. His tongue lolls in his mouth and a garbled noise comes out instead. The world spins under him. There’s blackness vignetting the edges of his vision, and Hyunjin’s concerned face is the last thing Jisung sees before he faints.

When he comes to, it’s to fingernails digging into his biceps and something warm and wet pressing against his lips.

Jisung’s eyes shoot open and Hyunjin pulls away. He’s about to riot when he realizes two things:

1. Hyunjin kissed him.

2. Jisung can feel, and move, his body again.

“Why did— how did you do that…?” Jisung stammers, looking between Hyunjin’s eyes and pretty lips, and somehow finding the ability to speak among the rampant chaos going on in his… everything.

Hyunjin swallows and looks away. When he looks back at Jisung, his eyebrows aren’t creased anymore and the concern that was there before has been covered up by a serious look. “Well, normally it’s a kiss of death. But I know a thing or two about reversal magic, so I made it into a kiss of resuscitation instead.”

“You can kiss someone to death?!” Jisung smacks Hyunjin’s chest and tries to shove him away.

Hyunjin’s face breaks into a smile and he cackles. “I’m kidding! It’s just a resuscitation spell, oh my goddesses, you should see the look on your—”

Jisung surges forward to connect their lips again, successfully shutting Hyunjin up. He squeaks in surprise. But he doesn’t back off. The kiss is slower, more intentional this time as Jisung finally gets to explore the reality of what he’s been fantasizing about for months. Hyunjin’s lips are soft and full, and he tastes saccharine.

He pulls away. Hyunjin’s eyelids flutter open, stars trapped in his irises, and he mutters, “...face.”

A beat passes between them.

“I’m sorry—”

“Do that again.”

“What?”

“Do that again. Please?”

The front is gone. There’s a need in his gaze that Jisung has never seen before, an ache in his grip, and he’s definitely never heard Hyunjin beg.

Who would he be to say no?

He brings a hand to Hyunjin’s jaw and pulls him down. Hyunjin melts into the touch, leaning into his palm and tilting his head into the kiss. That alone spurs Jisung; he drinks him up until Hyunjin is left breathless, a whisper against his lips. Until Hyunjin has been reduced to small, delightful noises, and gentle, pleading touches against his skin.

Jisung doesn’t ever want to get up again even though he has feeling back in his body. So, they don’t. They lay there in the meadow, making out for however long they want. And one of the most interesting parts of it to Jisung is the way he can feel Hyunjin’s magic, centered in the middle of his sternum, pulse out and ricochet off his own. Like echolocation. Like a heartbeat.

He has a sneaking suspicion that’s going to become one of his favorite things about kissing Hyunjin.

Oh my goddesses. Kissing Hyunjin…

He sighs into his mouth. Hyunjin smiles against his lips and rests his forehead against Jisung’s.

“My answer to your question is yes,” he murmurs.

Jisung buffers. “To what?”

Hyunjin giggles out, “to a date, Jisung!”

Jisung laughs at his own obliviousness with Hyunjin, and he doesn’t feel quite so ridiculous anymore. Hyunjin is now lying on his side next to him, with a hand on his chest and one of his legs fit between Jisung’s.

“You’re such a coward for not asking sooner, by the way. Don’t you know I can read your mind?”

“No you can’t, dickhead,” Jisung scoffs.

Hyunjin shrugs and smiles, but there’s that little glint in his eye that’s always spelled trouble.

Fuck.

He rolls off of Jisung onto his back so they can watch the clouds together. Jisung’s hand reaches out in search of Hyunjin’s, and when he makes contact, they intertwine their fingers.

[smallestapplin]

You are doing GODS WORK!! Omg your rescue bots stuff?? My crops? Watered. Skin? Clear. Heart? Full of love. The sky?? Filled with sunshine. My world now?? Full of whimsy and joy and sparkles

Rescue bots was one of my favourite shows growing it, it was one of the first transformers related things I watched and kick started me into watching even more transformers content! Just wanna say your work is ADORABLE!!

If it’s okay could you write Boulder reacting to a drunk s/o like you did for the other bots?? Boulder has become one of my favs since I’ve gotten older (next to Blades who was my childhood fav!) 

I absolutely can ^^! I love these dorks so much

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A celebration for Graham was in order for passing a rather difficult test and soon he can become the island’s main engineer! It was a down low celebration, a few party games, some movies, and so much food even if it was just the Burns family and you eating, but that didn’t stop Charlie from making enough to feed everyone plus left overs. Drinks were served in moderation and kept out of reach, but it seems you didn’t get the memo, not that Boulder is complaining he finds your state off human high grade to be adorable! He didn’t expect this, truly, then again neither was anyone else, but you aren’t causing problems or being loud, you seem just more mellow, your reaction time has slowed but he’s never had you be so affectionate.

“Like a cat to its favorite person.” Is how Dani put it with how you were lounging across Boulder’s chassis.

It makes Boulder chuckle as he looks down to meet your eyes, you’re staring up at him with such a smitten look, your cheek pressed firmly into his chassis, but your eyes never leave his face plate. You’re being held securely in place by his servos, just to make sure you don’t fall and have a stable foundation. But you seem more focused on him, sighing dreamily every time he talks, giggling every time he looks at you, you truly are the pure definition of in love, it makes Boulder’s spark thrum. You are affectionate with him, but you aren’t so open like this especially with others around like this, at most a few kisses and sitting on his shoulder is just fine for you.

He wishes he could get a picture so he can savor this moment, maybe even paint it! He wonders if you’d like that, though he might so he can surprise you with it during your spark bonding ceremony, oh he has so many ideas now he feels just as giddy as you do. Boulder blinks feeling your lips messily kiss his chassis, making a deep chuckle rumble from him.

“Do you need something, sweetpea?” 

“Mm….no, just you.”

Boulder can barely bite back the squeal he can feel bubbling in his throat, you’re just so cute! You sound so sleepy, you look tired too, but your eyes shine in the warm low lights of the party making them practically sparkle as you gaze at him so lovingly.

“Just me?” He tilts his helm, smile threatening to split his face in two with his wide it is.

You whine pitifully, squirming in his hold and trying to move upward but he doesn’t let go, his servos still snuggly around you as he tries to soothe you but nothing works.

“Booouuulder, I wanna kiss.” You whine, stretching your arms up trying to grab a hold of him for leverage.

The green Bot in questions tilts his helm up, thanking Primus for the most adorable and sweetest partner he could have ever asked for, before he raises you up, bringing you optic level with him. He melts as you light up, smiling so pretty as you clumsily lean against his face plate as you begin to lavish him in kisses, each with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ For every kiss you give him. Boulder can feel his cheeks burning blue, as he hunkers down where he stands, now sitting down so he can fully enjoy your affection.

“My big,” mwah! “Handsome,” mwah! “Strong hubby.” Mmmwah!

You have his engine rumbling loudly in a nice purr as he ex-vents, his and whirling just as loud to try and cool himself down as your praise goes right to his spark, he might just offline on the spot if you continue, much to the chagrin of the poor fools you two call friends who are forced to watch such a sappy display.