#in the meantime. ask box is open as always ^_^

[ut-girl666]

Hc for Oplita about cookies

Ariel, her whole life, has always liked cookies the way they come store bought, or like from a bakery: solid, can be dipped in milk straight out of the box. Never liked them any other way. So she usually only buys her cookies, instead of making them or anything.

Orion, has always made cookies himself, whether from scratch or store bought cookie dough, he’s put them in the oven himself, and liked them the way they come out all mushy and soft, just about falling apart in your hands as you’re eating them. It’s the only way he’s ever made cookies.

When they started dating, this didn’t change. Orion made soft, falling apart in your hands cookies, and Ariel bought hers from a store most of the time.

But sometimes, in the dead of night, or after something thoroughly unpleasant/draining, Ariel would just eat the cookies he made, sometimes even ask for them specifically.

And slowly, slowly, but ever surely, eventually she started to fall away from her store bought cookies, and gradually began to prefer his homemade cookies. She never said it, and barely even acted differently beyond not buying cookies as often, but began to prefer them.

In the meantime, they have had a longstanding debate over the cookies, each staunchly insisting their preferred cookie is the best way for them to be made.

One day, in the tail end of the war. It’s a normal Tuesday for Optimus, until suddenly his beloved Elita One comes into his office, and there’s tears along the corners, and edges of her blue eyes, a few scant ones dripped down her cheeks, so very frustrated and upset.

He’s up in an instant to be at her side, to comfort her, to get a name of who made her cry, because she never cries, not even out of frustration. It’s so very rare for her to cry. He needs to make sure they know from here on that if they do it again, they’ll inspire something dark, maybe even corrupt, from him. From him, and a few other Autobots who love her so dearly.

And before he can even say anything, she just curls into him, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace, that they both know is all for her in every way. And it shuts that fury down like pouring a bucket of water on a tiny starting flame, and reminds his subconscious- reminds her darling Orion: that’s not his job. His job as her conjux, is to patiently wait on her hand and foot, hang off her every word, and simply be there for her to come home to after a long day.*

So he does that. He just curls around her, and waits for her to tell him what he is to do for her.

After a long moment, he eventually breaks their silence. “Do you want me to do something?” He asks.

She says in a small, quiet voice. “I want cookies.”

“You don’t like the way I make cookies, you hate the way they fall apart in your hands, and think they’re too soft.”

“But they remind me of home.”

He doesn’t say anything in the moment about it, he just nods, and they begin to walk into his actual hab, attached right off his office.

He settles her on the couch, and goes to turn on the oven and lay out some dough - he made a while ago while they had an excess of energon to spare - on a tray, and then he just puts them in the oven.

He comes back over with a blanket for her to settle with, and they talk about what happened. They cuddle a little. The cookies are done, he brings them back, and a glass of coolant. It’s not quite like how things were before, but it’s close enough for how ravaged things are.

After a while of them sitting there, eventually Optimus gets up to get something to read, because even all these years later, he’s still a bookworm, and she holds no objection to listening to her Conjux read his novel out loud as she rests against him.

Ironhide comes in, the door to the habsuite was open, and so he figured that’s where Optimus was. He tells whoever is on the other end of the comm line that “there’s no need to tell Optimus, anymore”, and he’s “found her”.

The femmes realized she was missing, and started searching, and got the Autobot Command on the Ark to help as well.

Optimus comes back right as Ironhide asks why she’s eating cookies.

“Because she said they remind her of home.”

She suddenly realizes she actually said that. She just gave away how much she’s grown to love his cookies. She’s surrendered her ability to win any argument about the cookies anymore.

“Oh Primus, I actually said that.”

“Yes, you did.” Optimus says with a smile, having taken his mask off for a long while now. “I’m going to ride that high for the next six weeks.”

“I am actually going to kill myself.”

“Let’s not.” Ironhide interjects.

“I just lost every single argument about the cookies going forward.”

“Yes, you did. I will use that every time.”

“I hate myself so much right now.”

“Is it really that damn important, right now, you two?” Ironhide interrupts again. “It’s nice that the cookies remind ya of home, ‘Lita, but we gotta talk about you and your disappearin’ acts.”

Optimus just laughs. It’s all Orion. Elita sighs. It’s all Ariel.

“Don’t worry, you two can talk about it in the office there, and when you get back, Ariel, I’ll have some more of those horrible, awful, soft cookies that fall apart in your hands and remind you of home.”

“Don’t, Orion, you pain in the aft.”

They’re both smiling. It’s not their shared apartment, but the scent wafting through the air, and the pad on the makeshift end table makes it close enough, and for just a minute, they’re back home.

(* HC: They engage in a 24/7 domestic roleplay/dynamic, with Elita being the dominant one/“provider”, and Optimus being the submissive one/“homemaker”. Whether N/SFW, they usually engage in it most of the time when they’re together.)

[ruvviks]

"hey bones why don't you share a lot of oc info anymore" does any of this make sense to you

[heartfulselkie]

what happened to your ghost bug au? I'd like to know more of the story!

Like most of my projects, Kaleidoscope (ghost bug/kwami swap amnesia au) has had to take a back seat for the time being. I'm nearing the end of my final assignment for my class so that is taking all of my creative juice right now. I haven't had the time or energy to do much personal drawing or writing.

I do have plans for Kaleidoscope when my assignment stuff is done and I (hopefully) have some time again! I'm not done with the AU, so there'll definitely be more in the future!

[cgarttrailsandtails]

Pain.

It seems to chase me everywhere I go.

The Hunters are relentless… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to escape from them for good.

You’d think having supernatural abilities would be amazing, but really all it does is put a target on your back and give you some cute little power that doesn’t help you any in the long run. Everywhere I go, I have to be cautious and keep hidden. Lest they find me yet again.

I remember a lot of pain all throughout my life. I’ve watched the life leave the eyes of too many others to count. I wish we could just live in peace, but humans just won’t work with us. They prefer to take the other species apart, bit by bit, just to figure out something we could straight up tell them ourselves. They even do it to their own kind, at times.

We aren’t that different of course, just one special gene away from their species. But still they hunt us down to take us apart like legos, except if you take a living being apart, you usually can’t put it back together again.

Sometimes I just wish the world it’s karma. The damn thing seems to have a personal vendetta against me, after all. Time and time again, it’s all come down to one thing, and one thing only.

[haymitchsbunny]

Haymitch Abernathy Headcannons Pt2

currently working on a cutesy little fic rn, but in the meantime heres some more headcannons for you haymitch lovers!!

- Haymitch who, after years, broke down his walls and let you in, treating you with love and showing you constant care.

- Haymitch LOVES calling you little names. anything remotely connected to your current obsession or activity, anything that makes you smile and look away. Sweetheart was just the beginning.

- He's like a completely different person around you, all tender and touchy, the parts of him that slipped through before finally coming completely undone.

- He always has an arm wrapped around you or is pulling your arm through his. He adores handholding, but it makes him feel like he can't protect you, he has to have you closer than that. And needs his hands free.

- He loves indulging you in his knowledge of different liquors, indulging you in sips of the real nice stuff when he has it.

- Haymitch forgets he has a different tolerance than you, feeding you shot after shot, watching you grow giddy and lethargic.

- He finds your slurred words endearing. He never thought that your inability to speak properly could be something cute. But the way you tried so damn hard to talk to him even when your mind was muddy made him smile.

- No matter how hard you try to make a move when you're inebriated, he will never let your hands linger anywhere below his belt. No matter how badly he may want you, he won't allow for anything that could be regretted tomorrow.

- Every time you get like this, able to walk or not, he carries you upstairs to your bed and lays you on the soft mattress, fluffing your pillows and gently stroking your hair.

- Haymitch has a bad staring problem.

- No friend of yours would believe you if you told them about how tender he is with you. No friend of his, either. You were laughed at the first few times you tried to gossip about his loving nature.

- His pretty girl, his living, breathing, soft little angel. No matter how tender he may be with you, he'd never say something so pitiful to you. He thought it, though. Every day.

ASK BOX IS OPEN! JUST DON'T SPOIL SOTR FOR ME PLEASE.

[writingoddess1125]

We Missed You Pt. 3

Nikto x FemReader + OOC

Note! This is less Ava heavy- It's for a reason tho and she will be prominent next part!

<<< Part 2

WARNING: Stalking, Jealousy, Invasion of Privacy, Manipulation, Awkwardness, Anxiety

NOTE: If you've never seen Nikto from COD before he does have acute dissociative disorder, so at times he will refer to himself as 'Us/We' a bit randomly.

That Son of a Bitch!!

When you rushed into your apartment Ava now wide awake at having been in the stroller while you jogged to the house and slammed open your front door.

You stare hard at the man sitting on the couch right were you expected. Now getting the aura of when the man could or would magically appear.

Pointing your daughter's new documents at her father with fire in your eyes.

"Nikto, You can not just break my lease an-"

"How am I suppose to help?-"

"Well.. What?"

Cutting you off mid rant he looked to Ava calmly and gestured to her with a calm hand.

"You need help- Correct?"

You blinked at him as if trying to remember what the point of this argument was. He had just shifted the whole conversation in a direction you hadn't expected leaving you really confused.

"Well yes but.."

"You need more room. Ava is growing. So we got a bigger place, even one with an extra room so I can help"

Blinking in surprise you try to figure out how to tackle this first. Logically sure you'd eventually need a bigger place.. and he had even made sure he had a seperate room just so he could be there.

"Still. This should at least be a discussion you shouldn't just make these decisions for me"

"We can talk then.."

He said softly, Gesturing to the couch. This all throwing you off terribly as you took a seat. It was weird with him being so diplomatic and actually speaking more then a handful of words at a time.

It had been oddly calm? Logical as he managed to sway your issue with him doing this, You didn't like it but it made sense and he had even laid it out almost like a cross between a roommate and a co-parenting situation.

So then and there an agreement was made-

You'd let Nikto help with living till Ava was 7 months. Which was plenty of time to find a far better job then the one you had, Go half on daycare and to keep your savings intact in the meantime. You offered to also pay him back for the years worth of rent but he admittedly refused.

Nikto would use the 3rd bedroom to assist. However since he didn't mention his deployment in any of this you figured it ment he wouldn't be going to tell you about it now at least.

So here you are, Moving into the new apartment. Nikto having wondered off with Ava once again leaving you there to watch it all- it was only a few boxes anyway since everything else had been bought new.

In these last few weeks he had grown to pick her up more- Especially now that she was learning to move more, Hitting her milestones and stretching into her nearly 3 months of life. He would just take her from where ever she was and walk off-

It was rather anxiety indusing at first however it seemed this was his way to bond with her. That and she was often returned within 30 minutes of him taking her.

It was weird.. But at this point he was weird so you were growing to accept that..

Snapping from your thoughts as the Maintenance man walked over to you with a bright Kool-aid smile.

"Hey (Y/N) pretty much done. You had like 8 boxes so it really wasn't much"

"Thanks Mikey, I really appreciate the help"

Smiling you couldn't help but admire him. Mikey was a sweet guy really, a taller husky fellow from some tiny town up north- aka the poster child of the sweet farm boy. Dark hair, chocolate eyes and a smile to melt hearts- whole 9 yards.

"Ah its no problem (Y/N), Always happy to help" He smiled, A bit of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at you.

"So- I did want to ask what's with the upgrade?"

It didn't take a genius he had a thing for you, always taking the time to rush over if he saw you needed help. Would be the one to always come over if something needed repairs on anything-

Hell he was even sweet to Ava, sometimes bringing toys for her while he chatted away with you.

"Ava's Father actually. He wants to help out so offered to get a bigger place"

He hummed, nodding a bit. However didnt stop that smile.

"Ah, So he just wants to help out with Ava the.?"

Nodding softly this seemed to make him relieved somewhat.

"Yeah, Thats all really. Came to a nice Co-Parenting situation"

You sort of got worried the moment those words left your mouth. Seeing the way Mikey's eyes sparkled at hearing that.

"Well You know, since you are getting help with Ava from her biological father.. Would you maybe want to get some dinner when you get the free time?"

You genuinely looked to him a bit surprised.

Especially since he had been so blunt and the use of 'Biological Father' which by his tone alone was a hint at him willing to spent up for Ava-

"Well, I would have to think about it- Especially with this new arrangement and all. We are still adjusting"

Mikey smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck, Clearly a bit disappointed he didn't get a yes however happy he didn't get a no either.

"Ah I understand well, When there is a better time just let me know. I can give you my number if youd like"

"Sure, I dont see why not. Besides maybe in the future I can take you up on that dinner"

Smiling you hand him over your phone, watching as he was almost giddy putting in his number to your phone.

Right as he hands it back to you you see him jerk a bit. Looking behind you with a mixture of emotions you couldnt read.

Turning quickly you saw Nikto there, By the very nasty glare he was striking both you and Mikey down with you knew he had heard everything. His hand gently patting Ava back who seemed to be half asleep as he silently stared.

Mikey clearly putting the pieces together at the large clearly pissed man holding your daughter, Which ended with Mikey giving that signature smile to Nikto- You swore you saw Nikto eye twitch.

"So you're Ava's father! It's lovely to meet you, I haven't really heard much but I'm glad to see ya with little miss Ava. I'm Mikey"

"Nikto.."

You closed your eyes slowly as you could practically hear Nikto teeth gritting. The small jabs at the military man from Mikey were as clear as day.

"Well, I'm happy to meet you Nico. Its a pleasure to meet Ava biological father. I hope to see you around more often hm?"

Nikto only grunted in response, however you felt a trinkle of sweat go down your spine. Silently praying that Mikey would make it out okay with the clear growing anger from Nikto. 'Mikey this is not a game of chicken you will win'

Mikey however clapped his hands together cheerfully seemingly just choosing to buff off Nikto anger like it was nothing- Honestly you silently respecting Mikey willingness to just brush off a man that looked like a robber in a home security commercial.

"Welp! I'm gonna Finish up Miss (Y/N). Don't be a stranger, text me some time. It was also nice to meet you Nico!"

Mikey said cheerfully walking off to finish helping move the final box into the new apartment Nikto eyes following him as if ready to burn the man at the stake- Especially knowing that Mikey had said his name wrong on purpose.

"... Leave it alone Nikto-" You said softly, damn near begged. You could see the gears in Nikto head on what he was going to do to the sweet man... non of it good.

His eyes return to you now, still patting Ava back as he narrowed his glare at you with a very annoyed scoff.

Before suddently walking into the apartment, You quick on his heels to follow afraid of what would happen if Nikto was in a confined space with the poor maintance man.

Nikto calmly glanced around, as if making sure everything was set- Like Mikey had somehow possibly disturbed the lay out.

You behind seeing how it looked like the place was essentially set up for you to just add your personal touches?

Now walking around you see Ava's room set up with a crib, changing table, box full of toys and dresser all clearly brand new. In your new room you see a similar set up, New queen sized bed, Dressers, nightstand and even a large Vanity set up with a stool.

You hear Mikey call out a quick goodbye to you which you returned- Making sure to see him leave to make sure Nikto didn't follow..

Speaking of, You couldn't help but take a small peak into his space from the hallway. It was dark since he seemed to have drawn the windows closed, but you could make out a bed- and some duffle bags with blue stitching on the side barely readable.

'I.V.Y'

You don't try to look further. Instead heading back to the livingtoom your eyes narrowing a bit at how perfectly everything was set up- Looking to Nikto who was in the livingroom still, His hold on Ava still there as she was asleep against his chest.

"You set all the furniture up?"

He nodded. You looked around crossing your arms over your chest.

"...You put cameras in here too didn't you"

And just like that he walked to you not bothering to answer you as he passed Ava to you calmly.

"We ordered food. It will be here shortly"

Then turning on his heel and walking to his room. Sighing heavily you decided not to fight this one again since you had gotten your answer and at this point knew it was pointless to argue against this.

Instead just taking the time while Ava napped in her new crib to move some of the boxes to their rightful areas- Putting her clothes in the tiny dresser and supplies in the changing table.

Your own personals going into your room to be stored and tucked away.

It wasn't long before dinner had arrived. Sure it was just some pizza from a fairly upscale place but sitting at the dining table to eat was a luxary you hadnt experienced in some time.

Strangely enough it seemed to even spur some level of conversation between you and Nikto.

The two of you talking mostly about Ava who you were nursing while taking a few bites of pizza in-between feeding your daughter. Ignoring Nikto staring at you as you did so- but in the back of your head a bit weirded out he hadn't eaten anything yet.

While it was awkward between you two at the best of times this wasn't too bad.

The rest of the evening was oddly boring?

Both of you Showering separately of course, Giving Ava a bath, getting Ava to actually go to sleep (For some reason she fell asleep better when Nikto took her-) before both of you retired to your own rooms for the night with soft goodnights.

You felt drained truthfully-

It was a longer day then expected.. Especially after witnessing that little pissing contest between Nikto and Mikey.

Flopping in bed like a seal as you set up the baby monitor next to you on the nightstand and pull out your phone. Thinking a bit as you look at the phone icon.

'Speaking of Mikey.. .. it had been quite a while since you had a date..'

Biting your lip a little you glance at your bedroom door, As if Nikto would appear again (Which you wouldn't be surprised if he did-)

'Might as well just send Mikey a text so he can save my number'

Sitting up a bit you scroll through your contents calmly but not seeing his number there... Confused you start to search through all your contacts more carefully to make sure you hadn't just somehow missed it.

Actually quite a few numbers were missing?..

An old boyfriend you had never got around to deleting the number of, a guy you had like 3 dates with and didn't even safe with a real name just a few emojis, hell even a few former coworkers that you hadnt deleted either.

What the fuck-

This started a frantic search of the phone overall.

Any dating apps- Gone.

Risky photos?- Gone.

Hell you noted your email looked well looked through-

One thing invaded your mind..

Nikto-

You're stomach dropping a bit and face warming at the very quickly realization he most likely had seen your search history- you're hidden tabs you sometimes browsed through, Or the risky stories you liked to read in the middle of the night.

It wasn't till you opened up to the small save file you had of certain celebrities or fantasy idols that you got to gawk at and let imagination take over had been scrubbed clean.

Yep Yep Yep.. This crazy motherfucker was jealous- and had access to God knows what and lived in this apartment..

Correction paid for this apartment so you lived under HIS roof.

"Oh shit.."

Scrambling up you begin to look under the bed where you'd slid that all to well hidden box you had planned to hide the contents of which in your dresser later. Opening it from under the bed you saw it was empty-

...

You're face started to burn as you jump from bed quickly. Searching around through a few boxes you'd planned to also hide as you took note of things that had been removed or replaced completely.

Old lingerie you occasionally wore for yourself? Gone replaced with a nicer one-

That one impulse buy of cheap shibari rope that you looked at once and put back in the box? Now replaced with a much nicer one that had even been wrapped up by hand.

Slamming it back in its box you jump up from your spot and march opening your door hard red in the face and ready to rage war.

However are stopped when you see Nikto already there.. down the hall right infront of his door.

He was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, dressed in sweats and a plain black shirt. This the first time seeing him in an outfit that wasn't his hoodie/jeans combo.

It felt like some sort of weird standoff. Cause you knew damn well why he was standing there and he knew that you knew as well-

"..I-I want all of my- Items back"

You manage to whisper yell out, Still blushing as you feel humiliated and completely exposed.

"What items?"

It was the fact you could hear that slight twinge of humor in his voice as he said it.. The bastard

"You know damn well what items Nikto-"

"Нет. We can't know if you don't say-"

You bow your head, Feeling like you were about to explose from embarrassment as he stared you down clearly waiting to see if you had the balls to actually say it.

"The toys.. the clothes.. hell the photos on my damn phone and apps... I want it all put back"

You manage to whisper out. Just loud enough you knew he could hear you- Especially by the amused hum as he rolled up from his spot on the wall and sauntered over to you.

"Why?.. You don't need it-"

"If I do or don't isn't your damn concern Nikto. So I want it back"

He shrugged, at your words. Staring down at you lazily as if your concerns didn't even matter that much when it came to this.

"They are all gone. Nothing to return"

Oh you were pissed, You knew damn well why he was setting this up and for what purpose.

"You're jealous-"

"Нет.."

"Liar- You're just Jealous that I got asked on a date"

He bristled a bit at your words. Clearly you had hit the target of wby he was doing this childish shit. Mad you pointed a finger at his chest.

"You have no influence on that part of my life anymore! I'll just buy more anyway- AND going to accept the date with Mikey"

You hiss more anger then real rhyme or reason just to get under his skin for daring to jump into this aspect of your life- However you see him glare at you hard with a intensity and rage that made you flinch slightly.

The silence that followed made the hairs on your arms stand on end. You could see the exact sentence going through his mind 'Lets see how well that goes-'

"You're very tired.. Sleep"

He said suddently a bite of anger in his voice, turning on his heel as he walked back to his room. Leaving you standing there with a mix of emotions, fear being the dominate one.

Right as you heard Ava starting to cry from her room, you slowly look up at the ceiling as if some devine being could see you now.

What have you just signed up for..

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Old enemies and spilled coffee pt.4"

Or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt 4"

Shadow the hedghog x reader (platonic)

Notes: I know I´m taking my time to actually make Shadow, well, do something, but we are right there, I swear. As always, if you want to be on the taglist leave a comment, and if you just want to leave a comment I don´t mind either.

Btw, idk if this is obvious but I am NOT proofreading anything of what I'm writing. Enjoy!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 5.

You had already taken your alien-ish friend out of the box and laid it down on your bed so that it would be more comfortable. Once again you had doubted yourself over how comfortable it could possibly be, but as long as it couldn´t act in a way that showed uncomformity then it would have to deal with what it was given.

You had agreed to have lunch at your uncle´s house the next day. But in the meantime you had texted your aunt Maddie to ask her to come over to the house you were staying in under the pretense that you would share some pastries and talk about life for a while.

And so you sat on the couch waiting for time to pass and hoping that Maddie would be there soon. And, just like an angel sent from heaven, the doorbell rang and you sprinted to open the door.

On the other side awaited your lovely aunt with a huge smile on her face which reflected your own excitement. Hugs that lasted a little more than necessary and greetings were exchanged, you invited her inside and prepared tea, all while she talked about how much you had grown, how much she had missed you, etc.

"So how´s life? Any cute work friend I should know about or something?" Of course that would be between the questions, it was an aunt´s classic.

"No, everything has been rather boring actually, I mean, I was working at the salon back at home last month because they were short on staff, but truthfully? The gossip was the only entretaining part" You answered as you stirred your coffee, she had chosen chamomille tea.

"Uhhh, does that mean you can braid my hair now?" She asked with a smile as she sipped her tea and proceded to add more sugar to it.

That was one of the reasons you loved Maddie so much (not the sugar part) but the fact that she never juged your style of working, you were a freelance artist, so all the time you weren´t actively working on a project you would spend doing some minor jobs. Usually people would be all over you telling you to ´get a real job´ or stuff like that, but never Maddie, she was your ride or die, you could tell her that you were gonna climb the Everest and she would cheer you from the bottom.

That was why it came so handy that she was a vet. She probably wouldn´t even question the fact that you had brought a weirdly shaped animal all the way across the state. She trusted you, and you trusted her.

"Maddie, there´s something you should know, and I need you to remain calm and trust me, okay?"

She looked at you for a few seconds, her expression getting serious, and as she looked you dead into your eyes she asked softly:

"Is it that you are gay?"

"What! No!"

"OH, sorry, I thought this was like you getting out of the closet or..."

"No, I didn´t mean that I´m not gay, that was not what I was going to tell you!"

"Wait, so you are gay then?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I just thought that was the topic we were discussing"

At some point between the exchange you both had broken into laughter, and somehow half of your coffe laid then spilled onto the table.

"I-I am so confused hahaha" she tried to speak in between laughs, but you could see how she was struggling to breathe, laugh and talk at the same time.

While still in your happy state you cleaned up the coffee puddle with a rag and took in a few breaths to relax. Once there was air in your lungs once more, and she had calmed down as well, you continued.

"I brought an... animal with me from home, and it kind of seems to be in like a coma? I would appreciate it if you took a look at it." You explained.

"You brought an animal in a coma all the way to Green Hill? That could be very dangerous for it" She scolded you slightly as she got up from her seat to follow you to the bedroom.

"I know, but it´s like nothing I had ever seen before, and I only trust you for this"

"Does this have something to do with your mother not letting you keep pets? Because you are an adult, you can have pets if you take care of them"

You stood in front of the door and looked at her a little bit as if she had lost her mind.

"No, that´s not it, but you have to promise that you won´t say a word to nobody"

She answered an "I promise" under her breath and you opened the door slowly, allowing her into the room. Maddie didn´t scream, neither did she look back at you as she entered the room. You stayed a little behind, just waiting for some type of reaction.

Maybe if you had been by her side you would have seen the way she frowned, as every little detail on the creature in front of her fell in place perfectly with the description that Sonic, her son, had given her about the hedghog who tried to kill her husband.

She knew it was a dangerous being, but laying down on that bed among the fluffy pillows he just looked... so calm.

Silence reigned the room for a few moments, and for some reason you felt that as if the air had become thick. She approached Shadow and lifted his limbs one by one, making sure that none of his bones were broken, even squeezing a little harder than necesary. And then, Maddie turned around with a smile, walked up to you, ruffled your hair, told you that it was unlikely that the thing would be asleep for longer than three days and left with the excuse of having to buy groceries.

And so, after the sound of the front door closing, as you were looking the way your aunt had left you were once more on your own.

And, if you hadn´t turned back around, you would have probably missed the sight of red eyes fluttering open.

Taglist: @boogiemansbitch @vxllys @whoisgami @baby-bloos @sapphireravensworld

[mossyswritingcorner]

Hi hi! So, to preface this, yes I am working on a ViriPV pt 2(which btw, thank you guys so much for all the love on that!!! I did not expect it to do so well on here haha), this is just a side project in the meantime. I’m a little less sure of how Sage of Truth Shadow Milk would act, but I’ve always pictured Sage being a clever witted guy who has some lighthearted, teasing sass to him in contrast to Shadow Milk’s biting cynicism and inclination to see everything as a game he’s the player of. For clarity, this is not pre-corruption Shadow Milk(Fount of Knowledge), this is based on the AU costume Sage of Truth from CRK where PV(Truthless Recluse) is the beast and Sage of Truth is the ancient. This one is a bit of a slower burn, if I do continue it, I’d say it’ll be roughly two more parts, this is just kinda intro and creating a fun dynamic between reader and Sage(also I’ll have him get called by his name instead of Sage next chapter, reader just genuinely doesn’t know it yet)

Let me know if you’d like to see more of this one, and also leave any writing requests in the ask box if you have any! Just keep in mind I won’t do nsfw(maybe down the line I’ll make a separate blog for it once I get more comfortable writing it, but that might be a while from now) or any proshipping.

Anyways, without further ado, enjoy Archivist!Reader x Professor!Sage of Truth

Pt 2

The Sage of Truth was an odd cookie, that’s quite certain.

You’d heard all the praises and prose dedicated to the ancient cookie, with many speaking of his unconventional genius and eternal thirst for knowledge for the good of all cookiekind; perhaps even grown to admire the Sage through your passive readings of his published works.

Some of his findings and theories even helped to propel your own research at the college further, with your shifts in the campus library being spent pouring over ancient texts concerning cookie philosophy and biology in between helping stray students.

However, you never would have imagined he would be coming HERE, to your own academy, to teach a semester’s worth of classes to the next generation.

You’d been a prestigious graduate from the Parfaedia Institute just a few years back, and promptly took up the role as one of the institute’s many archivists so you could continue your research using academy resources. However, your days as a student sitting through lectures were long since gone when there was finally a professor you would kill to hear from, and your higher ups at the academy would surely frown on you attending the classes in earnest when you had already achieved your degree.

So, when the day of the sage’s arrival finally came, and the hour of his first lecture ticked idly by, you just so happened to take your lunch break 3 hours early and coincidentally lingered by the door where his class was set to be.

The barrier between you and a substantial academic inspiration of yours was breached only by the sliver of light slipping out of the crack in the closed door and the muffled sounds of the Sage’s speech.

And listening to his lecture was like a dream! All of his musings were insightful and enriching, with his spoken word being just as powerful as the perfected papers he’d pushed out into Earthbread, and he seemed to carry a teasing levity that broke up the complex concepts into something understandable for the young cookie minds waiting to be melded just inside. You yourself couldn’t help a few giggles escaping you at the Sage’s jests, before quickly remembering your precarious position and silencing yourself.

As the Sage uttered his final regards to the class, you scurried off back to your desk in the archives before the doors could be pushed open, completely oblivious to the intrigued quirk of his iced brow at the frantic, fading footsteps just outside in the room.

You continue this routine for the next few days, sneaking out during your breaks to listen to his lectures, with these secret excursions only pushing you further into your own research, the Sage’s words serving as a muse to your yearnings for knowledge.

Yet, there seemed to be…subtle changes in the routine that most likely meant nothing, but you couldn’t help but take note of them regardless. It started simple, with the Sage seeming to project his voice a bit louder than usual, but you weren’t about to complain when it made it all the easier for you to overhear the lecture. Then, he began to leave copies of his lecture notes outside the door, free for the taking; which was most likely just for the cookies who were absent from the class and needed to acquire the notes they missed. Until finally, one day he just started leaving the doors to the lecture hall propped open, which you could only guess as to the reason why for that - though you mourned the ease which you eavesdropped on the Sage’s classes, since now he’d surely spot you listening in if you weren’t careful.

Yet, you didn’t let that deter you as you clung to the shadows, staying out of the sight line the doorway afforded those inside as the Sage delved into the workings of philosophy, “You see, all cookies hold their unique idea of truth, their ideals which shape their outwards actions. Some cookies value standing out above all else, and thus seek opportunities to prove themselves and draw the eyes of others, while others value being unobtrusive and subtle, so they lurk out of sight to listen.” He explains simply, and you swear you hear the smirk in his voice as your dough pales.

What did he mean by that? Was that just a random example? Pure coincidence? Or did he know you’d been listening in on his classes?

“Yet, it is always important to note that neither one of these concepts of living are better than the other, they instead coexist as simultaneous truths that shape our variations - that make our world all the more intiguing. It is in these intersections of truth for which we nuance, and the unmistakable desire to understand those which we don’t know. Every truth has a mystery to unravel, a grand play to unfold on stage, a narrative to divulge into, and I myself have taken the greatest joy in seeking answers in the unusual, in taking my part in this grand back and forth between the unknown and us. Furthermore…”

As the Sage of Truth continues on with his lecture, you’re only half-listening as you internally question whether the cookie was aware of your presence the entire time, and if all the small shifts in routine were actually purposeful.

But that’s crazy, isn’t it? Why would such an important cookie care in the slightest about someone watching him lecture? You were just being paranoid…right?

In fact, you’re so focused on your own thoughts you entirely miss the Sage trailing off into a conclusion, his voice growing closer and closer as he makes his way over to the doors, “Anywho, class dismissed! Until next time, my pupils!” He suddenly announced from what sounded like a yard away, successfully snapping you out of your thoughts and leaving you to hurry down the hallway with far less time than you’re usually afforded, leaving the Sage of Truth himself to steal a glimpse of you right before you turned out of sight.

An archivist, huh? Well, that makes things a lot more interesting.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You retreat back into your office, letting out a sigh as you slump against your desk. That was too close.

You really should stop here, you were almost caught! Not to mention how humiliating a position it was for you to be hiding away just to listen to some cookie you’ve never even met personally lecture. Cookies were catching onto you, so you had to stop this now!

…but his next lecture was going to be directly related to your research, and his insights would be really helpful in shaping your argument better. You were already getting imposter syndrome regarding the thesis and fifteen page packet you’d concocted over the last few weeks, a very rough draft of the inevitable theory proposal you’d publish, so maybe this one last lecture was the push that you’d need to finish it up?

Besides…what could be the harm in just one final sequence of “pure coincidence” when you still held plausible deniability? You just stopped by his classroom to look at the posters nearby, or you were looking for another professor and thought they might be there, or some other excuse you could surely concoct. Just one more. One last lecture.

So, you kept to your usual routine of sneaking off during your early lunch, only to find the classroom entirely empty once you arrived, with a note attached to the door in frilly, cursive lettering, “Lecture cancelled for meeting, free period”.

You can’t help the disappointment that overcomes you, cancelled because of a meeting? You didn’t hear about any upcoming faculty meetings, but maybe this was for the best. “One last lecture” turned out to be none at all, and this might be your cue from the universe to accept that - to quit while you’re ahead. So, you dejectedly walk all the way back to the library and enter your office without even looking up, tossing your bag down onto the floor and letting out a sigh, “…witches…it’s back to just me and my stupid, shoddy thesis…” You grumble under your breath.

“I actually think it’s quite insightful.”

You jolt at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice, the voice you’d been listening to from the shadows for weeks, immediately twisting your head around to see the Sage of Truth himself standing over your desk - which you left carelessly littered with your notes and enthused writings about your theories, which the cookie seemed all too enthused about reading over.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my secret pupil.” He grins.

Witches.

[queenendless]

○•°♡ GIFT ♡°•○

A/n: Dropped Phantom Parade all to play this game for my #1 man who is the reason being me playing a Hoyo game. Everything about him is too good to ignore. So forgive me for this writing dump.

~Also this is now an impromptu piece for his birthday today so happy birthday you beautiful man~

Pairing: Adult!Lighter Lorenz x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Kinda spoilers for the game, but basically fluff/intimacy with our dear Champ. My first time writing for Zenless and for Lighter so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy.

“Hey there.”

Butterflies raced through you, nerves getting to you, as the sight of the Red Scarf Champion walked through the front door the moment you walked in from the parking lot, trolley filled with sealed boxes stuffed with new inventory.

“L – Lighter.” Your heart skipped a beat as his amused grin grew.

“Are the managers around?”

“No, they had to make an emergency run and won't be back for a while. Left me and Eous in charge in the meantime.” You avert your gaze, turning your back to him to focus on settling the weighty box at the top of the stack down on the floor, using your box cutters to pry it open, eyeing the newly obtained video tapes. A looming shadow enveloped you as a tape was presented right before you.

“In that case, here. I’m returning this video.”

“Thank you. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Actually, there is.” You gulped at how easy it was for him to take the second to last packaged box from the trolley and rested it on his bicep, literally flexing his strength for your eyes only. “If I asked you to go out with me, would you?”

Your brain screeched to a halt, winding back the reel tape, in the hopes of making sense of how you had gotten to this point.

The fact of the matter is, the past few weeks were spent readjusting to a new life in New Eridu on Sixth Street, bunking with the siblings, and working for them full time as compensation for all their aid, you had seen this man around Radio Play as long as you have been there.

Introducing you two to each other and explaining your situation, Wise and Belle exchanged knowing looks as Lighter offered his gloved hand for you to shake, your mesmerized gaze and smitten smile not going unnoticed.

And ever since then, every time he visited the store to either commission them or just to rent another tape, your nervous shy smile and waves resulted in his sole pupil peaking out over his shades twinkling intriguingly, lips curling, as he chuckled softly at your goofy self trying not to stare too much while nearly knocking into the store counter with packages still in your arms. Belle’s exasperated giggle filled the air as she tugged you in the staff room, Wise sheepishly apologizing on your behalf.

So how did all that come to this?

“Excuse me?”

The surprised look he gave had him clearing his throat, setting his box down, awkwardness showing through, featuring a new side of Lighter for your viewing pleasure. “Going out. D – Dating. With … me. Just you and me.”

“Uh … can I ask … what brought this on?”

“To be honest, being the Champion for the Sons of Calydon has always been my highest priority. It didn’t leave me much room for dating. But before, I never really thought much about it, believing that I had all I needed.” He fell so in tune with you, helping you unload and slide those tapes in the display racks, his shoulder brushing yours so slyly. “Despite the fans and admirers I’d gotten over time, I was never interested. Until recently, that is.”

The friction that came in, the air thick with such sexual tension, had you turning the corner to the other side of the display, stealing a glance at him, in between slotting in some tapes. “I see.”

He had on quite the bashful expression to get you going doki doki. That small red tint to his cheeks and him coughing into his gloved fist made you gush internally. “I am serious, though. I get that I can be stoic and intimidating. But just being around someone that’s as gentle and carefree as you kinda – no, really – lightens me up.” The sudden cringe got a laugh outta you, his lopsided grin got you blushing more. “Even your laugh is adorable. And that blush … I just can’t get enough of you.”

You got a tickle in your dry throat, ducking your head, remembering you still had his return tape in your grasp. A rom com. You then felt those leather bound fingers brushing yours holding said videotape. You flinched back at how close his face had gotten the moment you looked up.

“I can see I make you nervous. I don’t mean to … but I admit … it is kinda cute.” Pressing the videotape to your face to hide your flustered state was as futile as it was enjoyable to him. “And trying to hide your face just makes me wanna see it more.” His gentle yet firm prying, pulling the tape away and setting it aside, he grinned at spotting your pouting look. “I’m asking you, not as the Red Scarf Champion of the Sons of Calydon, but as Lighter … will you be my girl?”

The arrow did pierce your heart at his honest confession.

Oh, how can he be so cute and handsome all at once?!

The sudden tug on his red scarf by you pulled his face in, right into yours, as your timid chaste kiss met his lips. A few slow gestures had him curling against such sweet succulence.

“Yes.”

Your whispered consent got him going.

Such smooth swift movement swooped in like a blur, expected from a former boxer, as his arm draped snugly around your sides to make you spin at how easily you melted within his grasp. Your touch starved self never thought they’d ever be satiated, let alone by the very man you couldn’t help but fall for the day you met him in the flesh; his handsome, noble, honor bound self.

His gloved hand weaved through your hair, held the back of your head, pulled you gently closer, ready to make his own kiss go deeper. Your hum brought delight to his ears, sensually moving with your lips, to pull more pleased sounds out of you. Your hands trailed up his jacketed chest, careful when moving through the spiky details, brushing the nape of his neck, giving him goosebumps as your sneaky fingers gently but firmly massaging his skin.

“Keep turning me on like that … and I'll really never let you go.” His low purr surprised you as much as his seriousness did. “I mean it.” Your hand moved to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing circles, as your other hand brushed through his dark teal bangs, velvety to the touch.

The deep hums he responded with by your actions had you smiling all dopey like. Your forbidden desire, your inner longing, seeped right into your core. “Then don’t.”

Your eyes dare peek open only to feel breathless by how that one lone green eye with scarlet encircling his pupil burned with such a primal longing; not unlike your own gaze.

In a moment, your back was flushed against the Staff Room door. His hands were on both sides of your head, keeping you caged, blocking the front door out of your sight.

Two firm pricks tugged on your bottom lip, carefully so as not to draw blood for his sake. The sight of his fangs brought shivers throughout you, his toothy grin bringing a beautiful blush out of you, licking your lips with enough persuasion to have you open up.

Running your hands along his back, your tongues danced together, sounds of wet lips smacking being heard had got Bangboo 18, 6 and Eous acting flustered as evidenced by their digital face screens, befuddled at how miraculously no one had entered the shop to see such the passionate public display.

Lost in the depths of intimate liplock for a while when puffs of heat were exchanged as you broke apart, taking in much needed air, his hazy eyes staring into yours with an added layer of tenderness.

“Getting light headed, are we?”

The cheesiness had you snort. “Quit it.”

His nose lightly brushed yours. “Thanks, by the way.”

Your petal soft peck to his cheek had his lips curling. “For saying yes?”

He nodded, his mouth whispering heatedly in your ear. “And on my birthday, no less.”

Your face glowed and your eyes swelled up all chibi like at this new revelation. “Aw, you could have told me that sooner, you know~!”

His eyes crinkled with mirth at your adorable self. “Well, now you know.”

The abrupt sound of the bell ringing followed by rough coughing had you two on edge as your faces turned to spot Wise raising a suspicious brow and Belle giggling quietly behind him as the siblings caught you red handed.

“We're lucky it's a slow day. Otherwise you two would be swarmed by Lighter’s fanbase. Especially if they saw your PDA.” Wise sighed with caution.

“Sorry we took so long. But Caesar and the others messaged us while we were out about the big news. Happy Birthday, Lighter!” Belle cheered.

“Thank you, manager.” He was able to keep a steady gaze, even as he pushed off the wall to give you some breathing room, but that did not keep him from your side.

“They also invited us to a party in Blazewood to celebrate~!” Belle was over the moon for it.

Lighter sighed, exasperated. “I told them they didn't have to throw me a party. But they insisted.”

“I guess we can close shop early today.” Wise spoke.

“ … Unless you two would rather be left alone right now~?” Belle teased.

Your head drooped in burning shame. “No, a trip would be fine, thank you very much.”

“This will also be your first time visiting the Outer Ring. If we're planning on spending the night there, you may want to pack some things.” Wise pointed out.

“Really? In that case, let me be your personal guide. The Sons of Calydon are gonna wanna meet you, after all.” The suave bow and taking your hand in his just for you to feel him smirking against your knuckles had you nearly get a nosebleed.

“Come on, Y/n. Let's get packing.” Belle dragged you upstairs by hand before that could happen.

And yet your dazy eyes looked back to Lighter whose burning gaze followed you, bewitching you further by his very presence.

By the time you girls got your bags packed, Wise was already in the driver's seat of the van with his stuffed bag and Eous in the back seat. As Belle got into the passenger seat, you approached Lighter as he straddled his motor bike, with your stuffed bag strapped to your back.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady~”

“Is that my pet name now?”

“And lots more where that came from. Now, you better hold on tight. It's gonna be quite the ride.” Snugly pressed against his back, you hugged his waist tightly as the engine roared to life. He leaned into your embrace as he took the lead with the Random Play van following shortly behind, going down the usual route, outta the big city and down the highways.

Resting your cheek along his spine, you become entranced by the changing landscape from buildings to the outback like land.

Spotting the town in the distance, he felt a bundle of anticipation and anxiousness in the pit of his stomach.

He's dating you now.

And he was gonna introduce you to his crew – his closest friends – his found family.

Wonder how that's gonna play out.

He hoped for the better.

After all, you are quite literally the best present he could ever receive, indeed.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hiatus

I'm going to have to put this blog on hiatus for a few months as I'm dealing with some serious health issues.

Apologies to all those who sent me asks recently that I haven't been able to answer, I'll do my best to get round to them when I can. I'll leave my ask box open on the off chance that I'm well enough to reply. It's always great to read your rants, queries, theories, headcanons and questions, so feel free to keep sending them in and I'll reply if I can.

In the meantime, take care, be kind, and remember, Eruri is canon ♡ Lost xxx

[magicalrocketships]

Rivers of Light || part 8 ||

(reminder that this in its entirety contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad, past abuse, and on-track accidents.)

All previous parts can be found in the masterpost here.

Daniel is gone for over an hour, which is a long time to just be buying baby wipes.

Part 8

Daniel is gone for over an hour, which is a long time to just be buying baby wipes.

In the meantime, Max moves the pillows into a nice little stack so that Bastiaan can sit propped up against them. He lists to one side if given half a chance, but he likes being in the hotel room with his daddy, and out of his baby seat. He likes the soft baby lamb rattle and holding on to his giraffe by the neck. He also likes the jangle of Max's keys out of his pocket.

Max grimaces as he puts the compression top back on. It chafes and has little damp patches on the inside where he's leaked milk earlier in the day. He really hadn't anticipated the leaking. He hadn't known that was a thing that happened. He doesn't know what other parents do to stop it. He's not got anyone to ask. He puts his t-shirt back on over the top and sits back on the bed with Bastiaan all propped up next to him. His little baby.

He doesn't text Daniel asking him where he is. It's a lot asking someone to be in the same space as a baby all day long. Max likes spending time with Bastiaan. They're only just learning about each other, but Bastiaan is his favourite person. And he really is becoming a little person now, with his little frowny face and his little smile just for Max. It's okay that Daniel isn't here. Max has been fine for a long time now. He's got used to being alone. He got used to not having Daniel for a friend a long time ago.

"It'll be nice to go home, won't it?" He tells Bastiaan, leaning in to kiss his little downy head. "Where our things are."

Bastiaan is focused on his rattle instead. He's managed to half-lose a sock even just sitting here. Max pulls it back up. He isn't sure where Bastiaan is going to sleep. He'd planned on holding him in the airport, so he didn't have to spend all night in the car seat, but he doesn't know here. Daniel had said something about sorting that out when he'd left to go to the shop, so maybe they have cribs in the hotel. Bastiaan's never slept in a crib. He has a Moses basket at home, and Max has it next to him on the bed. They're always very near each other.

When the hotel door opens, Max almost jumps half out of his skin, and so does Bastiaan. He makes a startled little cry of surprise and drops his giraffe.

"It's just us," Daniel says, half-kicking open the door. He's carrying a big shopping bag and behind him a hotel porter is pushing a very large cardboard box in on a cart. "I got you baby wipes."

Max picks up Bastiaan, kissing the top of his head. "Did you buy a lot of them?" He indicates the giant box, but Daniel is too busy sliding the box off the cart and tipping the guy pushing it to reply. "What is it?"

Daniel lets the hotel room door close after the porter and his cart. "Ta-da," he says. "I got you a carrycot."

Max turns his head to one side to look at the picture on the side of the box. It says Bugaboo. "Daniel," he says, while trying to soothe Bastiaan who's two seconds from bursting into tears.

"The baby needed somewhere to sleep," Daniel says. "So I got him somewhere to sleep."

"For one night?" Max asks stupidly. He doesn't understand.

Daniel is already opening the boxes. It's a black pushchair frame and a black carrycot. He's taking it out of the plastic and clicking it all together. "The carrycot can sit on here or you can have it next to you overnight. I don't know how you and Bastiaan sleep, but it's better than having to use one of the hotel cribs."

"What will you do with it in the morning?" Max asks. He jiggles Bastiaan up and down, because Bastiaan isn't used to other people and big noises. It's sad that Bastiaan only really knows Max. Other people would love him very much if they knew him.

"Well, you can take it, obviously," Daniel says, upending his shopping bag of things onto the little table. There's a new baby sleeping bag with little giraffes on. A three-pack of baby wipes. Other things.

"I can't take it on the plane," Max says. He's too tired to understand why Daniel's bought him a new pushchair. He has one. The car seat clips into it. He only has one baby.

"Well, about that," Daniel says. "Half the reason I flew up here was because I needed to pick the car up. So I'm actually driving back? Tomorrow? And I thought maybe I could drive you and Bastiaan? We can stop as much as you like then, take it easy. Give Bastiaan a nice trip back and me and you can catch up."

"I have plane tickets," Max says, because he does. They're non-refundable. He's paid for them.

"Door to door comfort," Daniel says, waving his hand at the pushchair. He bends down to get something from the table, and when he comes up, he's holding a small pink cuddly rabbit. "Hey Bastiaan, I got you a present. I'm sorry you've had to wait until now to have it, but I didn't know about you before today." He grins his lovely big smile. He leans in and touches the pink rabbit to Bastiaan's little pink nose. For a moment Bastiaan looks like he's going to sneeze, but he's just confused. He reaches out, his little hand touching the pink fur. "There we go," Daniel says. "A little rabbit just for you. I hope you like it."

"He does," Max says. Bastiaan has three toys now. He's a lucky little boy. Max still doesn't understand about the pushchair. Or about anything. He feels very stupid and confused.

"You don't mind pink, do you?" Daniel asks, still showing the rabbit to Max's baby, but he's talking to Max. "They didn't have a blue one."

"It's just a colour," Max says, because it is. He likes pink. His dad never let him have anything pink when he was growing up.

"Okay," Daniel says. "Good."

He's still making faces at Max's bemused baby, but despite his frown, Bastiaan's attention is fixed. Max knows how he feels. He's been focused on Daniel since he was seventeen years old. Having Daniel not contact him after the accident was one of the worst things, outside of losing racing. His mum hadn't contacted him either, but Max understands that. His dad explained it. She only wanted a winner, and Max had lost everything. His dad had only wanted a winner too, but he'd been saddled with looking after him after his accident. Max was sorry for that, but he wasn't sorry for getting pregnant with Bastiaan. His baby is lovely. He's not sorry for leaving his dad behind. He's never, ever coming close to Bastiaan. Bastiaan won't ever know him or be scared of him. Max has promised. It was the first promise he ever made him.

"Well then," Daniel says. "Are you up for it? Road trip with me tomorrow? Door to door service with as many on the way stops as either of you could want or need?"

Max is so, so, so confused. He feels like he's been wading through mud for months. Daniel bought his baby somewhere to sleep. He bought him a baby sleeping bag and a soft pink rabbit. He might not have been nice to Max after his crash but he's being nice to Max's baby now, and Bastiaan barely has anyone. Bastiaan deserves people, and Max doesn't have anyone to give him.

"Max?" Daniel asks. For a second, his smile slips. "Please. I want to drive you home. I've missed you."

Max has to look away. He blinks away tears. He's not a crier. He doesn't understand why this is happening to him, now of all times. The idea of not having to get Bastiaan through an airport and onto and off a flight by himself. Of spending the night in a bed instead of sitting up in an airport. Of Daniel missing him, when Max wasn't the one who walked away.

"Max?"

Max doesn't look at him. He doesn't want to cry again. Doesn't want Daniel to know that he's close to it. "Okay," he says. "Yes. Okay." He doesn't think about the money he's wasting on the plane ticket. The second pushchair he doesn't need. Eight hours in a car with Daniel.

Daniel lets out a breath. "Okay," he says softly. "Good."

Max kisses Bastiaan, and keeps holding on.

[twistedpink]

@/Cafekitsune^ This is twistedpink’s masterlist for your favourite twisted guys!

alt @castironice

What do you do?

I write headcannons and scenarios for Disney twisted wonderland- and spam. Lots of spam :)

Okay, How do requests work?

When looking at my account, my ask box will always display “Requests closed” or “Requests open”, my bio will dictate how long rqsts are open for “rqsts open from Jan 6-8”, and I’d really appreciate respecting my openings! I am always awaiting your questions/opinions, so my ask box will be around for those in the meantime!

If you plan to request, you should prompt me with something like “adjective/relationship!Guy” such as “Obsessive!Leona” or “Boyfriend!Silver” and/or “Azul and Reader go for a walk” (and no, you don’t have to use the colours lol),, When your request is fulfilled I always appreciate feedback, or a repost! This goes up to three characters per request!

There is a maximum of two requests per person, please be considerate of others in the inbox!

No major crossovers are allowed, and even then it’s an AU

Please follow my rules, and note that I always reserve the right to delete your request!

Regarding:

Spicy! Posted under #twistedsmut

General NSFW! Very case to case, but don’t be shy!

Now that you’ve got the boring reading out of the way, we can get to the fun reading!! Characters are organized by dorm.

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignyhide, and Diasomnia

Events! Current acc poll! Taglist!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Sleepover

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

masterlist

Summary: Bucky sleeps over.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Should be good as new,” Bucky sits back on the footstool and rubs his neck. “Don’t know about me, though.” 

You lean on the counter with a sheepish smile, “I told you, I’d call the landlord.” 

“Uh huh? And try to light this thing in the meantime? You’d set yourself on fire,” he closes the over door and stands. “I like you unsinged, dreamy.” 

“I have a microwave,” you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, you mean the one that sparks and sounds like military tank?” He challenges as he packs up his toolbox. 

“It makes the food hot,” you rebuff. 

“Uh huh. Maybe the radiation is getting to ya,” he teases as he puts the box on the counter. 

He stretches his arms and as he brings them down, he yawns, covering his mouth. He turns his other wrist to check the time. 

“God, it’s late,” he says. 

“Is it--” you choke on your words as you see the time on the stove. “Oh gosh, Buckyyy.” You whine. “You shouldn’t have stayed so long.” 

“And let you burn this place down? You’re going to give me flashbacks. God, I think it was... 1938. Steve was living with his ma still, taking care of her, and he left some newspapers by the stove...” 

“1938...” you echo. “Right, I’m not going to say it.” 

“You better not,” he pokes you in the ribs playfully. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t waste any more of your time. You know, I’ll be just fine walking through the dark. I might get overtime pay if I can wrangle in some hoodlums--” 

“Oh, stop,” you huff, “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow. I know the couch is a bit small.” 

“Ah, doll, you don’t gotta--” 

“God, you sound like such an old man. ‘Doll, you want a lozenge?’” You mock as you throw your hands up. “Can’t anyone do something nice for you?” 

“What? What do you mean? I’m joshing ya,” he follows you as you spin and march out of the kitchen. 

“Sure, I know. Always a joke with you.” 

“What is this about? The date?” He asks. 

“Well... I thought you’d be more excited,” you shrug. “I was really excited for you. Now I feel like I’m forcing you.” 

“You kinda are,” he leans again the wall as you open the closet, the door blocking him from your view. 

“Forcing you to go out with a sophisticated, gorgeous, woman? I know, it’s torture.” 

“Trust me, I know what torture is. It’s not a joke,” he crosses his arms. You blanch. 

“I-- sorry, I didn’t mean--” you stutter as you kick the door shut. 

He laughs, “got ya again.” He taps the end of your nose then takes the blanket from you. “Relax, I said yes. I’ll put on a tie and comb my hair. Look human.” 

“Awesome,” you smile and he squints. 

“Mm, and you always do that,” he accuses. “Those puppy dog eyes.” 

“I’m more of a cat person,” you giggle. “There’s a pillow on the back of the couch and—oh, want a hot chocolate. I usually have one before bed.” 

“Hot chocolate?” He repeats as he goes to the couch and drops the blanket on top. 

“Sure! I got the oreo stuff.” 

“Nah, I’m good,” he sits and rolls his shoulder. 

“Well, you snooze, you lose. More for me,” you tilt your head and skip back into the kitchen. You flip the kettle on and sweep back into the living room. 

“What about you?” Bucky asks before you can leave him. “You still coming? You find someone?” 

“Oh, I’ll be there but I’m still looking for a date,” you say. “Don’t worry, I got a few ideas.” 

“Right, lined up the block, huh?” 

You stick your tongue out and flit into the bedroom, “whatever.” 

You close the door behind you and change into your pajamas. The fluffy pink shorts go perfectly with the tee with the bunny on the front. You step into your slippers and go back out. 

As you come out, Bucky pushes his hair back and groans. He has his shirt off as he sits back and pushes his arms wide. He cracks his neck again as your eyes meet. 

“Last call for hot chocolate?” You offer. 

“No thanks,” he says as he leans forward. 

You smile and scurry into the kitchen. The tension rises with the steam of the kettle. You weren’t expecting to see him like that. Well, it’s just his chest and his abs. Abs? He has abs. Holy moly.  

You look down and poke your pudge. Maybe he can give you some tips. You peel back the lid from the canister of chocolate powder; a start would be cutting down on the sweets. 

The hardwood shifts and his footsteps circles around to the kitchen door. You glance over as you spoon the mix into a mug. You put the lid back on and shove the can back into the cupboard. 

“Water?” He asks. 

“Sure, fridge,” you point. 

The kettle clicks and you take it of its heater. You pour and glance over as Bucky pulls open the fridge. He bends to search the mostly bare shelves. You’re overdue for a shop. 

“The jug should be--” the water laps over the side of the mug and hits your fingers. “Ow! Ayeee!” 

You slam the kettle down and shake your hand. Bucky’s so fast, you squeal as he grabs you and spins you to face the sink. He flips the cold water on and shoves your hand under the flow. You whine again at the frigid splash. 

“Ah, Bucky, I’m fine. It’s just a little water,” you tug but he keeps a hold of you. 

“I told you to be careful,” he huffs. “You should pay attention.” 

“I was trying to help,” you say. 

“And I’m tryna help you stay outta trouble,” he reproaches. 

“I’m okay. Really, it’s nothing.” You shut off the tap and wriggle free of his grasp. “See?” 

The burn stings but it’s nothing you can’t handle. You’re more affected by his suddenness. You can feel his hard strength throbbing in your wrist. If he didn’t want to let go, he wouldn’t have to. That thought needles behind your ears. 

He drops his shoulders, “sorry, dream. Really. I was just... you scared me, you know? I hear ya make those noises and I get a bit... uptight.” 

You exhale and give a small smile, “no, I... appreciate it. I mean, you can’t turn hero mode off, can ya?” 

He chuckles and the air thins, “yeah. Guess that’s what you can call it.” 

[aizenify]

[💌] AIZEN SŌSUKE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

[NOTE]: Aizen has a variety of character arcs, so this won't be limited to any specific one. I do plan to create a more detailed version covering the different Aizen arcs in the future, but you're welcome to request any specific one in the meantime.

[ ☕️ ] My ask box is open! If you have a specific prompt you'd like me to write about—whether it's relationships, everyday activities, or anything else—don't hesitate to ask! I encourage you to suggest whatever your heart desires.

TW: none!

This will be split into 2 sections

What does Aizen look for?

— If you were Aizen’s partner, you’d definitely be someone very special to him. Looks wouldn’t be as important; rather, it would be your personality and ideologies that matter most.

— For instance, Aizen values someone who enjoys challenges and is willing to take risks. He’s all for that, but, of course, you’d also need to be cautious at times.

— Aizen greatly appreciates a deep understanding of the world. I like to think that he and his partner would engage in philosophical conversations daily. He’d want someone to explore the world with, to venture into new places, and try new experiences. Aizen definitely strikes me as the type to enjoy travel.

— He would want someone who challenges him. Given who Aizen is, he wouldn’t be interested in a partner who is passive or follows the crowd. He wants someone who will challenge his ideas, his ethics, and his worldview. He seeks someone who is on the same intellectual level, someone equal to him, or perhaps even better. This is something he has always longed for.

— I believe Aizen is sapiosexual, meaning he is attracted to people with high intelligence, and also likely demisexual or somewhere on the aromantic/asexual spectrum. He deeply values intelligence and personal space. For him, the sexual aspects of a relationship would not be his focus; instead, he values the fundamentals. His understanding of "love" is more complex than that of most people.

— Building on what I mentioned about his view on love, you would also need to respect his needs and be patient. Trust is essential here. Aizen doesn’t easily trust anyone, so the idea of him loving someone would make him feel extremely vulnerable. While he views trust as a form of reliance, his approach to trust in relationships is different. His way of showing trust and love will likely be expressed through his actions. Perhaps after Muken, Aizen would become more open and free. Muken Aizen, after all, is much more carefree and relaxed.

I’ll keep this section as is since it’s getting long. I’ll leave the rest for another day!

What will Aizen be like with his S/O?

— Aizen would likely ask for your thoughts on his plans or if you have any alternative suggestions for execution. He enjoys the sound of his own voice, so don’t be surprised if he rambles on about his strategies or just shares his thoughts from time to time.

— He will shower his partner with gifts and words of affirmation. Aizen is incredibly attentive and will take note of even the smallest details about what you like, even if you haven’t explicitly told him.

— Quality time will be very important to him as well. Despite his preference for solitude, having someone by his side will be a refreshing change. After being alone for so long, it’s natural to crave companionship. Aizen will likely plan a variety of activities for you both to enjoy together, whether it’s shopping, cooking, or simply taking a walk. Every moment with you will be meaningful.

— Physical touch is something Aizen might find unfamiliar at first. He’s used to being cautious with those around him, especially with anyone who gets too close. However, I think he would offer hugs from time to time as a way to show that he’s there for you and cares for you. If he knows you enjoy physical affection, he’ll make an effort to meet that need, even if it takes him a while to become fully comfortable with it!

— Expect a lot of playful bantering. Aizen seems like He enjoys a bit of lighthearted back-and-forth.

— Aizen will take you out on extravagant dates or to fancy venues. He is undoubtedly classy and chivalrous, he will treat you with the utmost respect and make sure you always get the best of everything!

That’s all for now! Thank you for reading!!! This is my first published hc 🧡🤎☕️

[livelaughlovesubs]

hii! happy anniversary :3 i was wondering if you’d do the “muzzling them” prompt with fyodor? although if it’s alright nothing too too mean/harsh i just think it would be hot to muzzle him 💛

Of course!!! It took a while, but here it is~ (it’s mostly dialogue, not sure if it’s really good)

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor

Warning: pet play, hair pulling, teasing (?), brat taming (?)

Anniversary event

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you raised your glass up to the lights, staring at the bright colours of your beverage. Everything looked good with the right lighting, and it was the same in this case.

“What happened can’t be changed, don’t condemn me so much.” His actions contradicted his words, he didn’t feel sorry in the slightest. In fact, he was wearing a smug grin on his face. The cushions sank beneath you when you moved to get into a more comfortable position, holding the glass close to you. “How unlike you to get agitated that easily,” afterwards you said, sipping at your drink.

Your eyes scanned the spacious room, a vip lounge of the sky casino, private to you and the gentleman sitting across the coffee table. There wasn’t much worth mentioning. Two couches and many different game tables, for all kinds of gambling one could do. All that alongside a wall made out of glass, with the moonlight grazing the well lit room.

A soft chuckle reached your ears, and he said, “it just means they pushed my buttons too much.” Slam. After emptying your glass, you slammed it onto the table, but neither of you got startled by the loud noise. “Pushed your buttons? Don’t jest.” You sighed deeply, clutching your head with a frustrated expression.

In the meantime, Fyodor stared at you with his usual calm demeanour, smiling ever so gently. After a while, you broke the silence by asking, “what did they even do to piss you off?” The male put a finger up, then another, acting as if he was counting all the reasons he had, which, by the way, didn’t make sense, considering he only met them for about two minutes.

“I didn’t like how they talked, acted, and touched you.” He answered, going into details by mentioning, “they were such a brute, flirting so openly with someone who was off limits.” Look at this guy, unbelievable what hypocrisy he can spout. “The only brute here is you.” He closed his eyes, and he also took a sip from his cup, enjoying the taste with a meek humming. “How rude, you aren’t trying to understand me at all.”

Suddenly you stood up and walked over to him, looming over him, pinning his head between your arms as you pushed them against the couch back. “And I wonder what word would describe you killing them, Dostoyevsky? I still needed them for my plan for fucks sake.” You snarled, shooting him a fierce look. “You won’t need them, I’ll take care of it.” And he grinned sheepishly, again, how irritating. He really looked so sure of himself every single time.

Despite his offer, your anger obviously didn’t dissipate, and his gaze turned to the box on the table. With a subtle nod, he pointed at it and inquired, “I thought you were going to reprimand me with that.” You didn’t need to turn your head to know what he meant, and you replied, “reprimand? Hah, no.” With a swift move, you grabbed the box from the table and opened the lid. Inside was a dog muzzle, alongside a collar with a leash.

“I didn’t take you for the aggressive kind, yet who would have thought you’d bite.” You only took out the muzzle before placing the box next to you. With one hand, you clutched his cheeks, making him face upwards while you mumbled, “you better not bite your owner.” Fyodor didn’t resist your touch, neither did he help you. He simply sat there, nonchalantly and relaxed, hands placed next to himself. He argued back, tilting his head slightly, “it’s in the hands of the master to train the dog right.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, he always had to have the last word. Slowly and carefully, you put the muzzle around his mouth, closing and tightening the binds, snapping, “thats why bad dogs wear this.” He looked up at you, nuzzling his cheek against your hand once you were done putting it on him, your warmer hand slowly heating up his cheek. At the same time, he locked eyes with you and whispered, “do your worst.” In response, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking on it, making him throw his head back.

His expression changed to one of curiosity and satisfaction, as if he was content with your actions. He showed you the nape of his neck, exposing his skin by pulling his collar down with one hand. Your free hand reached for the choker as you spat back at him, “I’ll give you something to smile about.”

[hazelira]

you left me in a future I built alone

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

Y/N sat on her living room floor, surrounded by pieces of a life that once belonged to them. Once tucked away in the back of her closet, a box had finally come to light. Dust clung to the edges of the cardboard as if time was telling her to leave it alone. But she couldn’t. Not anymore.

She flipped the lid open slowly, hands trembling as she stared at the remnants of their shared dreams—pictures, notes, memories—things she’d kept, locked away like a secret heart. Her heart.

A photo of them smiling at a park on a sunny afternoon was pinned at the top. Her favorite picture. It was from years ago, from before he left. The memories that followed were quieter and less colourful. He’d been gone for so long, yet she couldn’t let go of him.

There was a scrapbook of their first anniversary, the first night they’d stayed together, and their first kiss that still felt like it had just happened yesterday. Y/N’s fingers ran over the edges of the pages, tracing the corners of the photos.

The most painful part, though, was the Pinterest board. She’d never shown him, not in the way she wanted to. But it was carefully pinned there—a lifetime of dreams made for them. The Wedding, The Honeymoon, Our First House. She’d imagined it all: the dresses, the flowers, the vows she promised herself she would say.

But that was before he told her the words that shattered the future she thought they were building together.

"You deserve someone ready. I'm not. Don’t wait for me."

Her heart broke as those words returned to her, sharper now, as she looked at their old photo.

Three Years Ago...

“I don’t want to tie you down,” Ni-ki had said, his voice low and careful, eyes avoiding hers. “I have to go. You deserve better than this...”

She remembered how hard she fought against the tears. She wanted to say anything that could make him stay, but in the end, she had done nothing but nod, broken, and watch him walk away. He left with the silence between them louder than any argument could’ve been.

She had waited. Of course, she waited. And in the meantime, she built the life she thought he would return to. She kept that board—those dreams—alive in her heart, even when everything around her felt like it was falling apart. She loved him, him, not just the idea of him. She loved how his eyes softened when he smiled, how his laugh felt like home, and how they fit together like puzzle pieces.

But that wasn’t enough.

“You deserve someone ready.”

And maybe that was the truth she hadn’t wanted to hear. Perhaps she hadn’t been enough.

But tonight, she wasn’t sure she could hold onto any of it anymore.

Y/N’s fingers hovered over the screen of her phone, the message thread with him staring back at her. The words were simple. “I’ll always come back, Y/N. I’ll always find my way back to you.”

She closed her eyes and let out a bitter and hollow laugh. He hadn’t come back. Not the way she needed.

The doorbell rang, cutting through her quiet misery. She didn’t want to answer it. Not tonight. Not with the memories of him still fresh and painful.

But there he was, standing on the other side, older. The years had been kind to him, but something was heavy in his eyes. She hadn’t seen that look in a long time.

“Ni-ki,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

He offered her a small, uncertain smile. “Can we talk?”

Present Time...

He sat across from her, his gaze flicking around the apartment like he was searching for something—maybe for the Y/N he used to know or something he could hold onto.

She wanted to say so many things. To ask why he hadn’t stayed. To demand the answer that would have healed her wounds long ago. But instead, the silence filled the space between them.

“Why did you leave?” Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper, but the pain was sharp enough to cut through the years that had passed. She swallowed hard, her heart cracking. “I waited. I waited for you.”

Ni-ki ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight, eyes flickering to the floor. “I wasn’t ready for you. I wasn’t ready for any of this. I still... I’m not sure I am.”

Y/N looked down at the floor, biting her cheek to hold back tears. She felt stupid, foolish, for thinking that maybe—just maybe—he’d come back and apologize for all the pain he caused.

She pulled the box closer, holding it out in front of him. “I kept this. All these things. For us. I thought...” She let out a choked laugh. “If I kept them, you’d come back, and we could... build that future together.”

He didn’t reach for the box. He didn’t touch anything in it.

“I never wanted to be someone you waited for,” he said, his voice softer now but still distant. “I wanted to be the person you needed. But I couldn’t be that for you.”

Y/N’s heart clenched painfully. The hurt was so raw. He was right, though. He couldn’t be the person she needed because he wasn’t the person who was ready for her. And that wasn’t her fault.

And it wasn’t her choice.

“You don’t get to come back now and be the man I needed then.”

Her voice trembled as the words left her lips, their finality settling in her chest. She had truly loved him, but sometimes, love wasn’t enough to make someone stay. Sometimes, it wasn’t even about how much you loved them. It was about whether or not they could love you the same way.

She stood, her legs weak beneath her. Ni-ki didn’t move and didn’t reach out.

“I think we both know,” she whispered, “that this isn’t how it was supposed to end. But it’s over.”

She walked past him, not looking back, not even knowing if she could ever forgive him—or herself—for holding onto something that was never hers to keep.

And as he left, the weight of the unspoken truth was clear: you can’t make someone stay. No matter how much you love them.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pinkglitterpuke!! What was I thinking?! UH YOU LIKE ANGST SO THIS IS MY BDAY GIFT TO YOU! HERE'S SOME TISSUES IN CASE YOU ACTUALLY CRIED!

my perm taglist<3 <- request here