#instead of the thing i actually enjoy and still do(!) and have a knack for(!!) 10 years later [making computers do my bidding]

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

also on the subject of wanting more from me than I can sustainably offer. when my parents said 'we didn't let you become aware as a kid that you could take it any easier and still succeed'. that made me really fucking mad too

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 27

Toji Fushiguro + Weight gain

Did you guys know I love big guys? I do, very much. They’ve been haunting my mind more than usual lately, like nymphs or incubi, and Toji putting on relationship weight makes me froth at the mouth. Im still very sick, but soft Toji has revived me for a moment.

I think this ended up being more fluff than smut, but oh well. Im still sick, and this is what I wanted to write. Readers a chef of some kind.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Toji Fushiguro had never imagined he’d ever be in a happy relationship after the death of his first wife, especially not to the degree where he didn’t feel the need to go out gambling or hustling for money.

Never in the past did Toji think he could lay back in his big fluffy white bed, with more pillows than he truly needed, but had just because he could for once, with an expensive high-quality duvet draped over his middle.

There was a soft scent of something cooking in the air, something sweet from the way Toji felt his tongue salivate. He only started drooling like an animal for few things, one was money, another was you, and the third was something you had pavloved into him. A love for food, and especially sweets.

Up until he met you, eating had simply been to refuel himself. A way to keep going, to keep fighting and stay in shape so he could keep killing, because what else did he have to live for if not to kill? It was just his love that his latest partner, and the one he wanted to stay with for the rest of his life, also knew how to cook, and seemed to have knack for keeping Toji nice and full.

Part of Toji suspected it came from the fact that he had told you about his past and childhood. How he had grown up starved and abused, living for no specific reason other than to give the rest of his clan someone to turn their ire towards.

Or maybe it was that fact that you had caught his eyes lingering on the cakes and cookie displays when you passed by bakeries, if only for a second. Or when Toji allowed himself to hum in satisfaction when he ate something you cooked, not because you just wanted to give him fuel, but because you loved him, and cooking was one of the ways you showed it.

Toji could hear you talking in the kitchen, your voice soft so as to not wake up, but loud enough for your phone to pick up. He could imagine it was laying on the counter as you chopped or kneaded something, the workers at your workplace calling you on your day off to ask questions they should already know the answer to.

A loud exhale left Toji’s lips as he finally pushed himself to sit up, groaning a bit as he swung his legs out over the side of your way too soft bed. Some days Toji still struggled with sleeping in it. It was too soft, too expensive, too… kind.

It was hard to explain, but you never demanded anything of him, or asked too many questions when Toji grabbed one of the towels from the hallway cupboard and slept on the floor instead of beside you. instead, you simply let one of your hands dangle over the side so that he could grab it, or so it would brush against him every now and then, just so he knew you were there and he wasn’t back where he grew up.

He yawned loudly, enough for his jaw to ache as he stretched. There wasn’t a need to work out just as much as he used too, to the point where Toji did nothing but work out, eat and sleep. Nowadays he actually got to enjoy things, even if those things were still similar to what he liked before.

But sitting at home watching horse racing on the tv was so much better than actually being there, mainly because you were there with him most of the time. And if you weren’t home, Toji still wandered around the city, this time taking out different curses that lingered, since he didn’t want them messing with you or your customer base.

As Toji rubbed a scarred hand through his eyes, he finally forced them open. That was another thing he still wasn’t fully used too. Being allowed to feel sleepy and sluggish, to wake up slowly and just take the day as it came to him.

His hair was getting too long, was the first thought through his head as his eyes landed on himself in the full-length mirror you had in your room. You kept it there for when you put on your uniform, but you two also used it for quite a lot of other things. Toji could almost feel the phantom shape of your fingers on his plush hips, or hear your voice mumble how pretty he was against the back of his ear, as you made him bounce in your lap and watch himself.

Feeling pretty was brand new too, and something still so foreign to Toji. He couldn’t see it, even as he stood in front of the mirror and ran a hand over his soft middle and sides. Sometimes Toji jokes about how you were fattening him up to eat him. It wasn’t anything over the top, but the layer of fat on his body made him seem brighter in a way, like the light that had never been there was put inside his eyes.

Hed been extremely insecure in his own way, when Toji realized he had gained somewhat of a double chin. He had immediately wanted to stop eating anything beside the bare minimum, and place himself back on his unhealthy workout schedule.

It took a longer conversation with you for him to calm down. It wasn’t just a conversation about the human body, and how he had been living wasn’t healthy and it was just his body trying to keep up, but also about his mental state. It was clear he had hated talking about anything vulnerable, but he had felt a little lighter afterwards.

He was still strong, as strong as always if not somehow more, now that his body had all that it needed. Plus, there were a lot of powerful guys out there with some pudge, it was just extra padding, you know?

Still though, it was hard to see what you meant when you said pretty. All the scars on his body put together a horrible patchwork, showing how difficult his life had been up until now. There were still signs of the unhealthy body he had carried all his life, and Toji had a feeling it would never fully go away.

But seeing that softness on himself? It made something new brew inside him. There was a saying that people cut their hair after traumatic periods of their life, something that had never worked on Toji since his life was chaos no matter what hairstyle he carried.

Seeing the physical manifestation of your love reflected back to him through the mirror made Toji feel warm and syrupy on the inside, like the sweet, melted sugar you poured over the top of some of your strawberry pastries.

It was thick, gooey, sweet and boiling hot to the point of danger. And yeah, maybe he did think his body was hot like this, sometimes. But that was mainly because of you and not himself, because he knew it was because you wanted to love him and care for him, and because Toji knew he trusted you enough to do so.

The boiling hot of the melted sugar feeling pooled in his gut, making Toji groan sleepily to himself as he got hard very easily. This was another thing he blamed on you. whod have thought that a life of abuse and mistreatment meant you became touch starved, and how should he have known he would grow sensitive and addicted to the feeling of your hands and lips.

With a huff, Toji shuffled into the pair of slippers you had bought for him when he first moved in. “the floor gets cold” you had said, as if Toji hadn’t sleep on ice cold bloody floors for years, and as if he was bothered by the cold floors at all. but he wore them, because Toji knew they were from you, and he knew you wanted him too.

The scent of your cooking grew stronger as Toji finally stepped out of your shared bedroom, his feet carrying him down the stairs and towards the large kitchen you were toiling away in. In the beginning, Toji hadn’t been completely sure how to act in the large home you lived in.

he had grown up in a giant home, but he wasn’t allowed to see it as such. And Toji had dated people before with mansions, but that had been to get money from them. With you he actually wanted to make an effort, surprising even himself.

But over time he grew comfortable, like one of those battle worn tomcats you brought in, with the giant puffy cheeks and barely any ears left. The ones that got so comfortable and purred like an old broken car. The way Toji would drape across your lap truly made him seem like one some days, which always had you cracking a joke even if Toji acted like he hated the nickname.

You had gotten so used to your partner moving around without any noise that you only gave a small jump as Toji leaned against your back, his scarred lips pressed against the side of your neck. “Morning handsome” you hum happily, leaning back against him since you couldn’t use your hands.

Toji just grumbled a bit, still sounding so sleepy and comfortable and he rolled his hips against your ass, just to show you what kind of day it was gonna be. A short smirk pulled at your lips as you made a questioning noise, rubbing back against him to see what he had planned.

But Toji didn’t have the energy or will to do anything extreme, he just wanted to lean his chubby torso against your back, as his soft but still so powerful and deadly arms curled around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder.

He snapped up the piece of fruit you held up to him like the hungry tomcat you always compared him too, the kind that always ate like it was its last meal even if it was fed multiple times a day. It always saddened you a bit to think about, but seeing him munch up anything you made with such gusto at least made you smile, knowing all your efforts were appreciated.

And you had a feeling Toji wouldn’t mind too much if you got his help to add a different glazing than you had planned to the fruit you had been cutting up. It was only you two that were gonna eat it anyways, right?

[cattypurrrnell]

｡𖦹°‧ Think fast

Description: hanging out with Natalie after soccer practice (sort of fluffy oneshot | words: 884)

Authors note:

I wrote this instead of sleeping

I love writing Nat fics sm, hope you enjoy 🫶

Title from the Weezer song :)

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You're sat on the bleachers watching Natalie play, the warm summer air inviting back all the bugs from previous years. You bat at the air around your legs causing all the little creatures to skitter away from you. Your lips are curled in a content smile, you hate the bugs crawling all over your legs and arms but watching Natalie do something that makes her so happy is worth it.

You watch as Shauna kicks the ball half way across the field and Nat bolts toward it, giving it a good hard kick into the goal. You shoot up from your seat, the sounds of the teams cheer filling the air. Nat's gaze meets your eyes, she blows you a kiss before the excitement is interrupted by a loud whistle from coach Ben.

“I think that's enough for today,” he says, taking a sip from his water bottle and checking his watch. “Good job girls.”

There's some leftover chatter between the other girls as they grab their things from the bleachers but Nat just runs right over to you, her bleach blonde hair perfectly messy and her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat.

“You were great out there!” You exclaimed, clapping your palms together.

“Oh shush, it was one goal.” She replied, dismissing your praise with a casual shrug and taking a long sip from her water bottle. You didn't know anything about soccer so as far as you were concerned one goal meant she'd won the game entirely.

“Well, I'm still proud of you.” She doesn't say anything but you notice her face drop for a second taking a pause to register your words before her vaguely sad expression is overthrown by a tiny smile.

She takes a seat next to you and begins digging through her bag, pulling out an extra shirt she'd packed. She took a quick glance across the field to be sure the other girls were leaving before slipping out of her sweat soaked practice shirt and into a fresh black and white striped shirt. After changing she lays down on the bleachers, resting her head in your lap clearly exhausted. The two of you sit there for a while just staring up at the sky as the sunset paints it all kinds of pretty colors. This wasn't uncommon for the two of you, almost every week you followed the same routine to decompress after the lively practices. Even if you weren't on the team just watching the girls was enough to tire you out.

“Are you about ready to head home?” You ask softly, careful not to interrupt the calm moment too much.

“Uh..” You feel her start to sit up, but she barely lifts her head before deciding against it. “Not really actually, I'd rather stay here for now.”

You begin brushing the hair off of her forehead, peering down at her and giving her a small nod before planting a kiss where strands of bleach blonde hair rested moments ago, perfectly content with staying in this moment for however long she desires.

“We should go lay in the grass instead.” Natalie suggests, standing up and grabbing your hand, prompting you to follow her.

“Why?” You ask, head cocked in curiosity.

“Dunno, it just feels right.” She responds. You throw your backpack over your shoulder and follow her, because why wouldn't you? Laying in the grass sounds nice anyway.

You sit in the grass, legs crossed with your backpack beside you. Nat lays on her back, arms and legs sprawled out like starfish. The two of you sit like that for a while, discussing all the latest drama the team is involved in. Nat pulls herself up, placing her palms on the earth behind her back to hold herself up.

“So what trinkets do you have with you today?” She asks, gesturing towards your bag. You'd made a habit of carrying around random little knick knacks in case you got bored, 99% of the time you didn't even know what you had in your bag.

“Well let's find out,” You say, hoisting your bag into your lap and unzipping it. You dig through your school books for a second before spotting a small plastic duck, you drop the duck into your palm and hold it up for her to see “I've got a duck.”

You drop the duck back into the bag and begin hunting for the next small treasure. At the bottom of your bag you find your light pink Nintendo DS. Not what you were looking for but it'd keep the 2 of you entertained.

You pull it out and check the game cartridge to see what game was in it at the moment. Pokémon Ruby, your favorite Pokémon game even if Nat was significantly better at it than you.

“Wanna play?” You ask, holding out the small pink device to her. "It's got Pokémon in it right now.”

“Sure.” She nods, taking the device. She turns it on and then shifts her legs into a criss cross shape. You kneel beside her in order to see the screen. You stay like this until the sun is gone, and Nat feels ready to head home, alternating between fake arguments over what move she should make to win the fights in the game and laughter.

Reblogs and notes are appreciated <3

[esotericbluntbaby]

a sense of agency

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: being assigned with another agent in order to find the lead on a string of murders and disappearances, your patience was wearing thin on hamzah's stubbornness, impulsivity, and arrogance with the case. a sudden change of heart after a mission almost gone horribly wrong creates an argument arising. agents aren't supposed to be romantically involved, causing conflicting emotions to navigate through a dilemma of either falling behind on your tasks or falling for each other.

mentions: specialagent! hamzah x specialagent! reader, ANGST ANGST ANGST, forced proximity, blood/violence, argument, forbidden romance

skyfall by adele

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being an agent meant taking risks.

and sometimes, those risks felt like they weren't worth it; like the cost was greater than the benefit.

you had been in the agency for as long as you could remember, being gifted in your craft. like a dancer, the field was your stage; known for your talents in acrobatics and timing, you ranked higher and higher with each mission. you were a magician in the camouflage and secrecy of the espionage, pulling tricks out of your sleeves and bombs, instead of rabbits, out of your top hat. however, you worked alone. you had always mentioned how the job always comes first; how getting closer to other agents would do you no good, nor would do them any justice if they were killed in the dangerous acts throughout your own personalized versions of heaven and hell combined.

that was, until you got assigned with agent al-emad.

from the very beginning, he was as cold as frostbite in antartica; possibly, even colder than you were. you noticed his knack for his own stubbornness and how he refused to do certain things that you had asked from him; your face grew red with anger with how he was actually correct about refusing the tasks you gave him. in addition, it would also occur with him rubbing his knowledge of the field in your face, even worse than a simple "i told you so." not to mention his complete lack of communication when it came to planning out infiltrations and whatnot. he was cold. he was arrogant. he was narcissistic. he was impulsive.

you liked it.

you enjoyed your lack of enjoying in his personality; it made it easier for you to detach since you never were attached to him in the first place. in fact, you didn't even know his first name, referring to him as either "agent" or "al-emad." he was simply a man you had to your work with; a co-worker, at most. there was nothing friendly about the relationship between you two, casting spells of hatred at each other with wands of words and actions. you thought that you would get the mission over with and would never have to see or interact with your partner ever again.

except, it wasn't as simple as that.

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as you were both attempting to sneak out of your target's mansion after looking for more clues on his next plan, the two of you failed to realize that the house was rigged with explosives. so, after you tripped on wire, you were met with an explosive to your ribcage and a stinging, raw, and painful sensation; your knowledge of bombs told you that your wounds were pretty bad.

as your partner navigated throughout the house, he turned around as the loud bang from the propellant explosive going off, catching you as you muffled your own scream of agony. helping you limp out of the house and into the van that you two used for transportation, the two of you traveled back to the motel room you resided in with the vehicle's air being filled with complete silence.

your boss wanted this mission to be as inconspicuous as possible, causing the two of you to share a one bed, horribly dusty room in a run-down motel on 6th street. the fluorescent lights flickered on and off with each step of the hallway used to get back to your room, as the smell of cigarette smoke and sex filled the air. a light breeze was met with your wounds, causing a shiver to fill your spine. as he still helped you stand straight, he shoved his hand into his jacket's pocket and gabbed his keys, jingling it slightly to get the room key into his hand. pushing the key into the door knob, you were met with a familiar sight from the past three months you've been on this mission.

the air was still the same as the outside, being filled with the previous tenant's lingering cigarette smoke with a hint of bodily fluids. dim lighting echoed throughout the peel off wallpaper and molded ceilings. the sound of the fire alarm beeping over and over again annoyed you at first, before you got used to it after a week of its constant noise.

your partner sat you down at the kitchen's island on a stool that was wobbly and ripped before he rushed to the bathroom, a sense of urgency apparent in his strides and calculated movements of finding the first aid kit. he returned with furrowed brows and, seemingly, a deadpan stare of annoyance.

"lift up your shirt," he commanded.

you blinked out of surprise, "what?"

"are you deaf? lift up your shirt so i can fix you up."

"i can do it myself," you spat.

"no, you can't see. i'll do it."

"fuck you mean 'i can't see?'"

"i mean that there's no fucking mirrors in this room, genius," he scolded, "stop being so difficult."

you unbuttoned your tight, collared shirt, revealing an enormous, throbbing, and bloody gash on your ribcage. a bead of sweat rolled down his face as his expression turned from annoyed to worried.

"what?" you questioned.

"how are you not screaming in pain? this looks horrible."

"i'll be fine," you snapped, "get on with it."

taking a sterile saline solution bottle from the first aid kid, he squeezed it onto a towel before dabbing it lightly onto the wound. you winced as suddenly the room felt hotter as you sweated profusely; the pain you were in was indescribable, yet, you would never let him know that. instead, it was brought upon him by the tremble of your breathing and the nervous gulps you partook in as he cleaned your wound.

"are you okay?" he questioned.

"i'm fine."

"are you sure?"

"i said i'm fine," you retorted, "you don't have to act like you care."

you felt him pause his movements for a moment, "what do you mean?"

"it's obvious you don't like me. you don't have to act like you care just because i got hurt. i can handle it."

"you got hurt because you weren't careful. what were you thinking?"

"oh i'm sorry," you hissed in sarcasm, "did you know shit was rigged?"

"no-"

"exactly. don't blame it on me."

"i'm blaming it on you because you're the one who's hurt. you're the one i have to take care of."

"oh, please-"

he began to put gauze on your wound, "and you're not even appreciative of it."

"i don't have to be appreciative of it because it's all fucking fake, al-emad."

"and how do you know that? hm? you think you know everything, don't you-"

"you're talking? you, out of all people, are saying that i think i know everything?"

he finished putting the gauze on your wound, standing up straight so that you were now looking up at the hard gaze he fixated onto you, "yeah, i'm talking. you think you're so fucking smart all the fucking time-"

"are you seriously- that's all you. you have the audacity to say that i think i'm so smart-"

"you almost got fucking killed. you almost left me on this mission alone."

you scoffed, "oh, please. i'm fine."

"no, you're not," he raised his voice, "you have a deep fucking gash on your ribcage that's going to get worse by tomorrow. what were you thinking being so careless?"

"y'know, you should've just left me to fucking die since i'm such a burden to you."

"don't give me that shit-"

"no, you should've just fucking left me! you should've just left me in that goddamn house-"

"why the fuck would i do that?"

"you're scolding me like i'm some five year old. i'm not. i'm a grown ass woman- not like you'd know anything about women, in general."

"what's that supposed to mean?'

you got closer to his face, "i'm saying that you're a fucking asshole. that's what i'm saying."

"yeah? that's what you're saying- that i'm an asshole, right?"

"yeah, that's what i'm fucking saying. i'm saying that you're an asshole who doesn't know anything about treating a woman at all!"

"yeah?"

"yeah-"

suddenly, his hands grabbed onto your cheeks as he leaned in, kissing you feverishly with a sense of urgency that you only found in him when he was grabbing the first aid kid.

and surprisingly, you liked it.

kissing him like this was your last day alive, you forgot all about the pain in your ribcage as his tongue explored your mouth like a ship using a map to sail the atlantic. not wanting to let go, the two of you took breaths with every open mouth that occurred during the kiss. desperation and neediness filled the air like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. you felt his hands tighten onto your cheeks as you grabbed onto his waist, still sitting down on the stool as he was standing in front of you.

finally, the thought that this was your partner for your mission popped into your head, causing you to let go.

"we can't do this."

he pressed his lips onto you once more, a magnetic field appearing between two polarized people. his hands made their way to your waist, gripped them tightly as if you were going to fall through them like sand if he didn't. though you didn't want to stop, completely forgetting why you let go in the first place, he let go.

"then, look me in the eyes and tell me to stop."

"i can't do that either."

once more, your tongues met in the middle as you completely forgot who you were kissing. as he let go, you felt his lips latch onto your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses and sucking. stars filled your eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming. this was a man that you hated for his negative traits, yet, when his lips were on you, everything felt correct. letting go after time had passed, though you didn't know how much, you stared at him as his gaze shifted to a much more softer, loving one. however, your own stare foiled the romance and care left in his eyes; you looked at him with impending doom, like someone who realized there was a ticking time bomb strapped onto them. conflict filled your head.

all missions have risks.

this one, however, could be the death of you.

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authors note

okay guys i am definitely going to make more of special agent reader and special agent hamzah because i fucking love the angst i put into this but give me feedback in the comments pls

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Lost child

Father!Dick Grayson x Teenage!reader

wc: 1.6K summary: You secretly create a vigilante persona, even though your dad forbid it. warnings: violence, kinda angsty ngl, fluff at the end? a/n: here again, i've been sick for two weeks, but i feel better now!! hope you enjoy this rare occasion i write some angst

A sharp, high tone rings through your ears after the second hit connects, making your vision blurry for a second. You stumble back but catch yourself just in time, before swinging your twin katana at him. The hit doesn‘t land, although you could swear he was right in front of you just now.

Your breath gets knocked out of your lungs again, registering the pain on your back a moment later. This time, you can‘t stand on your legs anymore, stumbling forward and falling down in a clumsy way. You grunt, trying to take steadying breaths to regain your energy. Nightwing watches you lay on the ground, leaned up slightly on your forearms as you struggle.

It‘s clear you aren‘t experienced in the field, although your attacks are strong. What irks him the most is your sudden appearance. You came from nowhere, interrupted most of his patrols and always managed to ‘accidentally‘ fuck it up. He isn‘t sure who you are or what your intentions are, but it‘s getting on his nerves.

You manage to breath normally again and push yourself up again weakly, sitting up on your knees. Behind, you can hear the knacks of his escrima sticks approaching you slowly. His steps silent and calculated, making you question if he‘s actually moving or not.

»Are you just another wanna-be hero? Do you think this life is that easy?«

He mockingly nudges the tip of one of his sticks on top of your head, making you almost roll your eyes. You stay seated, picking up the twin katan you lost earlier, off the ground. Dick tilts his head at your silence, eyeing the two weapons you have in hands. Without further words, you suddenly turn around and manage to hit his wrist, making his stick fall down. It takes him by surprise, although he recovers quickly, instead pushing you back down with his foot. You grunt, stumbling back again, almost falling on your back.

»Bad choice! You know what these things can do?« He teases, stepping closer to loom over you. You continue to stay quiet, determined to keep your identitiy a secret, even though he is close to finding out. No matter, how many times you interrupted his patrols, you never thought he would actually fight you some day.

»Look at you, can‘t even stand up.« He shakes his head, crossing his arms now. You frown lightly under your mask, trying to regain your last energy. Finally, you pushed yourself up, taking some more steps away. Dick keeps his easy smile, still thinking he can win this fight and finally take you off the streets, since you clearly don‘t know what you‘re doing. He steps in, being slow and taunting.

You roll your shoulders and keep your weapons tightly in your hands, starting to tremble. You don‘t want to fight against your dad. You don‘t want to fight like this.

All you did was make a suit of your own, take the twin katanas your uncle gifted you someday, and sneak out at night to follow your father‘s activities. Even though he made it clear, that his job is dangerous and not safe, you still followed. You still managed to break his only rule.

»You‘re shaking. Scared?« You hear him tease once more, hearing the clear mocking undertone in his voice. With a light shake of your head, you lie silently into his face. Dick lets out a light scoff, not believing you a single bit.

Without giving you a warning, he charges first again, making you stumble back, before you feel a rush of adrenaline. You brace yourself and shield your head with your arms, keeping a tense body. Nightwing doesn‘t need to use a lot of his power, deciding to use his escrima sticks instead. After a short shock, you collapse and let go of your twin kitanas, starting to tremble more.

You don‘t know if it‘s out of panic or pain, but your body starts to shiver, feeling the cold wind bite at your form. Dick huffs out smugly, crouching down in front of you.

»Now let‘s see… who are you really?«

He carefully tilts your head up, gently tearing your clothed face mask up to reveal your whole face.

You keep your eyes shut tight, afraid of the possible consequences. But it‘s too late. He already got rid of the mask and sees his child in front of him. His child, who he just fought against. His body goes still, hand chlenching tightly around the face mask.

»Bug?« His voice comes out as small, almost uncertain. This doesn‘t feel real to him, he tries to blink his eyes open, but he won‘t wake up.

»Honey, bug— sweetheart, is this really you? Why are you here?«

You hear his frantic questions, how he gently tries to make you sit up and looks over you battered form helplessly. You have the strong urge to try and reassure him, but you can‘t get out a single word.

Dick‘s hands start to sweat under his gloves, forcing him to take them off. He gently craddles your face, a whirlwind of emotions running through him; concern, disappointment for you and himself, anger, frustration. All at once, hitting him harder than any hit could‘ve done.

»What were you thinking?« He exhales sharply, eyes searching for any kind of explanation in your eyes. It‘s useless, he fought you, it‘s all his fault. He wasn‘t careful enough, didn‘t give you enough of his attention. Luckily, he pulls himself together, knowing that freaking out won‘t help either of you in this situation.

»Where does it hurt, hm? I‘m gonna fix you up...«

You feel him gently pick you up into his arms, carrying you safely in his arms. It reminds you of all the times when you pretended to be hurt, just so he can carry you around a little. Meanwhile, Dick really hopes he wasn‘t too rough on you earlier. He feels sick to his bones for even taunting you earlier like that. He pauses briefly when you finally speak up, listening intently to your words.

»It doesn‘t hurt as much...« as you think it does, you try to add, but feel too weak to do so. Your father gives you a stern look, before softening his gaze, continuing to carry you somehwere safe, possibly back home.

You get his silence, knowing he is probably trying to keep a cool head while handling this situation. Logically, you stay silent as well, watching him carry you into a safehouse, nearby. He mutters something to Oracle before setting his comms aside, getting back to your side to asses any wounds. You stay seated on the couch, letting him look over your weakened body, hearing him wince once he spots a bruise at your wrist. He remains quiet, the room filling with more uneasy tension.

»Dad, I‘m sorry.«

You croak out finally, hoping to get a reaction. Nothing.

He gently applies pressure on your wrist, making sure nothing is too soft or sore. Finally, once satisfied, he applies a cool cream over it, bandaging it up firmly.

You start to become restless, not used to the silence from his side. He usually talks your ears off or lets you ramble, but it feels wrong to just speak like nothing happened now.

»Dad—«

»Why did you do this?« He interrupts you, eyes staring back into yours. It‘s clear, the regret in his eyes makes you freeze, having trouble understanding the situation at the moment. But before you could answer or give him a weak excuse, his expression softens, shoulders sagging as he exhales.

He takes both of your hands into his, resting his forehead against them.

»I‘m sorry, bird… but— you shouldn‘t have done this. What if someone else tried to fight you? I know you don‘t know how to fight properly, I only showed you how to punch hard, but nothing else; you could‘ve gotten way worse injuries than just a bruise—«

He cuts himself off, realising he is starting to sound even more concerned. You watch him exhale before he stands up, picking up the twin katanas from the floor beside him, looking back at you.

»Did uncle Jason give you these?« You simply nod in response, curling up on the couch to try and feel less anxious about this conversation. Dick exhales tiredly, tucking them into his utility belt, safe out of your reach.

»You and Jay...« He paces around the room as he shakes his head, probably beating himself up over it in his mind. Taking your luck, you speak up again, keeping your eyes glued on his worried form.

»I don‘t feel as hurt, though...« You hope that eases his nerves, but all you get back is a soft scoff, head turning back to you.

»Trying to insult my skills?«

You pause, unsure what to answer. Of course he is joking now. Even now, after almost receiving a heart attack, he manages to be somewhat lighthearted about it. Finally, you get the joke after a moment, shaking your head at him.

The tension slowly leaves the room as he sits down beside you, checking over your bruises one last time before calming down fully. He stays by your side, cuddling you to his side and telling you various stories of his own time as Robin and Nightwing, how many mistakes he made during all those years.

You end up dozing off against his shoulder, the sound of his voice soothing you further. Dick soon notices, making sure to leave patrol up for someone else before he lays you down on the couch, starting to do mindless stuff around the safe house while he keeps an eye on you.

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HII boo!! happy happy happy birthday!!! thank you so much for the invite and I'd like a shot and a party favour, I wish you good health, happiness and success in all that you do please do enjoy your week!!! lots of love

🍾 - sirius black, number 27

🎁 - Hi!!! im blanche, and a bit about me is that I'm the biggest sweet tooth that anyone around me knows, I used to spend a LOT of money on sweets so I took up baking so I could hopefully cut costs a bit (+ a new hobby !!!) and when I was a kid I had a knack for finding bills on the ground + biting and that my little sister is actually the bully in our dynamic 💔

27) “[insert name] is so popular. They’ll never like me back” SIKE they’ve liked you the entire goddamn time

Hi my darling! I did the 🎁 a while ago, but finally here is your request for the shot!! Thanks for the request my love, and for coming to the party!

Falling For Ya

Sirius Black x fem!reader

WC: 2k

CW: idiots in love; pining

Summary: Ever since that fateful day in fourth you when you fell for Sirius, both literally and figuratively, you can’t get him out of your mind. But he’d never like you back. Right?

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Everywhere Sirius Black goes he is the center of attention. He’s loud, clever, flirtatious, and witty, always surrounded by people. It’s as if he thrives in chaos- that he doesn’t just create it but emanates it. His wild, black hair is always messy, his tattoos are an unpatterned patchwork across his skin and the eyeliner under his eyes is always a little bit smudged. Sirius is handsome, well-liked, intelligent, despite what his grades reflect, and athletic. He’s got loads of friends, is the beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and is always demanding attention with his pranks and loud laughter.

You could not be more different from the boy on whom you have a terrible crush. Where he is chaos you are calm, where he is loud you are soft, and where he is messy you are put-together to the point of perfection. Although you and Sirius are in the same year at school, you’ve always run in different crowds. You love your small friend group- a mixed bag of Hogwarts houses who all share the desire to enjoy the little things like baking, reading, and taking walks at night. You’re a fairly studious bunch, and a few of you, including yourself, are prefects.

You’ve always been quite content with your little life at the school for magical kids. Sure, you do not live at the center of the ongoings at Hogwarts like Sirius does, but you do orbit around it contently. Only now, as your seventh year creeps closer to graduation, are you beginning to realize you want more than to be content. You want the crazy, and the mess, and the chaos. You want Sirius more than ever.

You’d first developed your crush on the eldest Black brother back in your fourth year when you two quite literally collided in the hallway. He’d been running away, probably from Filch, too busy looking over his shoulder to notice what was in front of him. You hadn’t been looking where you were going either, head stuck in your potions textbook as you tried to memorize one last potions recipe for the exam coming up. Sirius had slammed into you, sending you both flying to the ground. The wind had been knocked out of you, not because of his handsomeness, but literally knocked out of you. You’d sat up wincing and gasping for breath, slightly frightened when it did not return automatically. The raven-haired boy had not just gotten up and run off like you’d expected. Instead, he’d rolled off of you and began apologizing, looking you over with worried eyes and steady hands. Sirius had rubbed your back until your breath returned, silver eyes holding your own intently.

He’d asked if you were okay and you’d only nodded, still a little dumbfounded at what had just happened. It had been then that Filch’s footsteps could be heard, and Sirius’ face had morphed into one of dread. He’d gotten up to run, muttering curses and hurried apologies when you’d reached out, tugging on his sleeve. Without thinking, you’d gotten up, picked up your text book, and opened it to a random page. You’d urged him to walk beside you as you started rambling about a potion, pretending to explain it. When Filch had rounded the corner, he’d frozen at the sight of the two of you, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The caretaker had tried to accuse Sirius of setting off dungbombs in his office but had no proof. And, when you’d covered for the boy, claiming that he’d been with you the whole time, he had no room left to argue. Filch had walked off, pouting, while Sirius stared at you with wide eyes. He’d thanked you profusely for keeping him out of detention and then his other friends appeared. You’d been given a small wave and that was that.

You fell for Sirius that day, literally and figuratively, and your crush hasn’t stopped since. You still remember that collision as clear as day, but you’re positive that the eldest Black has forgotten it entirely. He’s spoken to you a few times in classes or on group assignments, but your paths have not really crossed again. It stings, but it makes sense. You know that Sirius Black is popular, and will never pay you that much attention, let alone like you back. You’re not being pessimistic or insecure, either. It’s just the truth. As aforementioned, the two of you live totally different lives. And, anyways, how often do two stars collide for a second time?

If only you could know how wrong you are.

Sirius Black is head-over-heels for the pretty girl he’d slammed into back in fourth year. He has been since that fateful day, remembering the way your eyes had been frozen in panic until he’d rubbed your back soothingly, softening them into puddles of ease and trust. Though his friends had dragged him off after the collision, his heart had stayed there, in your hands, waiting for you to notice it.

It’s why Sirius is spending his Friday afternoon in the library now, doing a terrible job pretending that he’s actually studying. The other Marauders have agreed to join in on his antics, Remus most willingly, for once, because he actually has to study. James and Peter are engaging in a quiet game of chess while Sirius stares longingly across the room, admiring how cute you look as your brows furrow in concentration on something you’re reading. He can’t get over how pretty you are, heart thumping so hard he’s a little surprised nobody else can hear it.

Remus scoffs softly, “Padfoot, you’re being pathetic. Stop drooling over her and just go talk to her. Honestly, you’re beginning to act like James.”

The bespectacled boy squawks in protest, earning him a glare from Madame Pince, “oi, watch it Moony! I’m over here minding my own business and you’re just throwing around baseless insults!”

Peter snickers, “baseless, Prongs? Remember when-”

“Oi, will you all shut up!” Sirius hisses, “you’re going to get us all kicked out before I even get the chance to talk to her.”

“I think we might all be dead before that happens,” James answers teasingly.

Sirius shoots a glare at his best friend and it’s then, in the second he takes his eyes off you, that you stand up. Your eyes are still lost in the book you’re reading as you walk down one of the aisles, probably in search of another book. It dawns upon him that this might just be his chance to talk to you. Without thought, Sirius stands up, purposefully walking towards the aisle you are in. You’re still not looking up, and the raven-haired boy finds it rather endearing that you get so lost in a book you forget about your surroundings. He likes to think he’d do a great job corralling you around the castle in moments like these, keeping you out of harm's way while you read.

Sirius walks directly towards you, this time with the intent of running directly into you, though not so hard as to make you lose your breath like last time. He counts down in his head- three seconds until collision, two seconds until collision, one second until collision. Collision. You run right into each other, just as he had hoped, and your book falls from your hands, tumbling to the ground. You look up, startled, and then your eyes widen in recognition…in surprise.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry,” you mutter quietly, embarrassment obvious on your face.

Sirius wants to kiss you silly, “it’s okay, love. I wasn’t paying attention either. Too busy trying to find the book I was looking for.”

He bends down, picking up the book you were reading, “Oh, actually, this is the one.” Lie. He tries to hand it back to you but you shake your head, “you can have it, if you want. I’ve been hogging it for a while.”

Sirius tuts at you softly, “honestly, keep it. I can wait.” He presses the book back into your hands and your fingers brush momentarily. His brain short circuits.

You chew on your lip nervously, pausing momentarily before murmuring, “or we could just share it.”

The eldest Black’s heart does a flip, dancing in victory. This is just what he’d been hoping for.

“Yes, yeah, please,” he clears his throat, trying to act cool, “I’ll go grab my stuff.”

You catch his wrist and fire shoots through his limbs, “we can sit with your friends, if you want. I don’t want to pull you away from them.”

To Sirius, that sounds like the worst possible idea in the world, “No thanks, love. They’re all a bunch of tossers.”

You giggle, and it’s so fucking cute, and Sirius Black is most definitely blushing. He grabs his bag, ignoring the knowing looks and quiet teasing of his friends as he returns to you, gesturing for you to lead the way. You sit back down at your spot- a spot Sirius knows you frequent often- and he feels lucky being let into the little bubble you’ve claimed as your own.

“So, maybe,” you say quietly, “I’ll just set the book between us and we can read. Uhm, are you okay if we start on chapter eight? That’s where I’m at.”

Sirius has no fucking clue what any of this book is about, so, no, he doesn’t care. He only nods. You put the book between you and you both lean in, arms brushing against one another. You’re so close to him that he can smell you- your scent a mixture of your perfume and shampoo- of peaches and vanilla. Sirius is already addicted and he wishes he could pull you closer, preferably into his lap. He actually thinks he’d quite like you snuggled up in his lap, wearing one of his shirts, and reading to him. He wouldn’t even need to pay attention to what you’re saying, knowing that the sound of your voice would be enough to set him at total ease. All of it sends heat straight to his core.

“Sirius?”

The page blinks back into focus and he hums, looking up at you.

“I said, are you ready for me to turn the page?”

He blushes, embarrassed at being caught zoning out, “yeah, sorry. I just. Got really lost in thought.”

You flip the page and he tries to focus this time, not wanting to get caught again. But it’s so hard. You smell good and feel good and you’re so pretty. Not to mention, the words are small on the page and it’s hard to read them when sharing half of the book with you. He leans forward a little and his hair falls in his face. He sighs.

Your hand brushes against his, “here, borrow this hair tie.”

Sirius accepts it gratefully, and he’s already decided this hair tie will be his most prized possession. He pulls his hair back, and he’s not unaware of how you stare at him. This is it. He decides to be bold.

His silver eyes capture yours, “like what you see?”

Your eyebrows raise and you choke, coughing slightly, “what?! I- no- you, what?”

“You were staring.”

It’s obvious that you’re flustered and Sirius feels just a little bit bad, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease. But… well…” he rubs his neck awkwardly, “it just seems like maybe you’re attracted to me and well, I’m attracted to you, love. Like, a lot.”

Your eyes widen further, “really? You mean it?”

“How could I not?” Sirius asks, “I mean, you’re perfect. I’ve been crazy about you since we collided in our fourth year. I’m sure you don’t remember that though.”

You smile wider, “no I do remember! I fell for you too that day! It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? That we fell after we literally fell.”

His smile softens and Sirius is sure he looks lovesick, “can I take you on a date sometime?”

Your brows pinch together in a bit of anxiety, “you really want this? I mean, you’re you and I’m….me.”

The raven-haired boy can’t even begin to understand what you mean, “yes, sweetheart. I want you just the way you are- your sweetness, intelligence, drive, and softness.”

You smile and lean forward, “and I want your loudness, your jokes and pranks, and all the chaos, Sirius Black.”

[ranchracoon]

Change Pt. 2

Change pt 1

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

"What if I turn into one of those...things down in the basement?" you whisper softly. 

She holds your hand gently, kissing your knuckles before placing her other hand on top.

"Everything will be fine, and if you do, you'll be the prettiest one."

"You're not helping" you scold. 

"Mother Miranda says there is a good chance you won't, you're healthy, alive, and have all your blood" Alcina explains. 

"I feel better already" you whine. 

"Trust me."

"I trust you."

Healing from the cadou implant takes longer, and is more painful, than the actual procedure. The scar down your abdomen takes forever to properly heal because you keep overdoing it which causes the stitches and sores to pop open. Alcina insists you take it easy but it's in your nature to not be a burden, you clean up after yourself and even feel a bit of guilt when the staff does their job and cleans. Even years later, you still hate being waited on and served, especially now when you have nothing to do but lay in bed. On the bright side, the girls have officially warmed up to you and even spend time with you. 

Daniela loves to come in a snuggle, grateful you kept your humanly warmth. Bela will read with you, and try as she might, she eventually ends up laying in your lap, curled up, and usually asleep. Cassandra was the most hesitant at first, she was convinced you'd be dinner but now you've gotten the cadou which means her mother is serious about you. She checks in on you, she likes to pretend she's checking that the staff did their job but then she winds up laying on the bed talking with you. Still no supernatural powers or anything though, which is a little disappointing, the only reminder being the massive scar. 

You sigh heavily as you stare in the mirror, your fingers tracing it up and down your abdomen when Alcina walks in. She kneels behind you and kisses your shoulder tenderly as tears start to form in your eyes.

"Do you still love me?" You whimper out. 

"Of course I do. I still think you're beautiful, and you're the only one I want to share my bed. If I wasn't 100% committed to you, I would have never suggested giving you the cadou. I want to spend eternity with you."

She spreads her hand over your abdomen and kisses your shoulder again. 

"Now come along my love, it's time for your daily walk."

The castle life is different now thanks to you. No more torturing maids, no more threatening them with violence, instead you've implemented more tame measures. Even allow them to leave and come back which has boosted moral. The girls enjoy torture which you still haven't curbed, but you have given them...outlets for their pent up energy which keeps the staff alive and well. Even Alcina has had to curb her own appetite for violence, having loved the sounds of screaming maidens and the gurgling chokes when their life is sliced short. It has been a hard adjustment for everyone, and there's still slip ups here and there, you cannot expect them to be perfect right away. They found a loophole though: who notices the disappearance of a lowly thief, drunkard, or criminal?

*          *          *

"Please can you meet with her? You know how mother can be, I really like this one but I don't want a repeat of last time" Daniela begs. 

"I don't know Daniela, I don't want you to get hurt again, and she does have a knack for knowing people's intentions" you answer. 

"Please mom."

You stare at her and Daniela looks away sheepishly, the first time any of them have referred to you as mom, or any kind of parental figure. How can you say no now? 

"Very well" you sigh. 

Daniela squeals and disappears momentarily before returning with a girl being dragged by her heels, until she sees you. The poor girl relaxes once she realizes you'll be the one interrogating her and not the other mother. She sits across from you, she's not a staff member but appears to be from the village. She's not malnourished so she has access to resources, she's pretty, but Daniela tends to rush into these things. The questions start off simple enough: what do you do, where are you from, who is your family, do you believe in the teachings of Mother Miranda? Then comes the hardest questions. 

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" You ask. 

"I want to have sex with her."

The girl blinks rapidly, her face turning bright red, "I mean-I-she-"

You tilt your head and cross your legs, furrowing your brow, "do you have any other plans?"

"Probably not. She's known to fall easily, so I figured I would swoop in for an easy lay, maybe take some jewels to earn a little cash."

The girl fumbles again and shakes her head as you raise your eyebrows in surprise. 

"You know what this means don't you?" You ask.

"You'll probably kill me."

"Normally, but consider this a firm warning. You leave and never return. Should I see your face again, I will not hesitate to allow my other daughters to do with you what they please."

The girl rushes through the door, Daniela comes in with a mopey look and sits beside you, curling onto your lap as she sniffles a little. 

"Why me?" She asks. 

You stroke her hair lovingly, "someone will come along dear. You just have to be patient. At least that one didn't lie."

It got you thinking though, why would they willingly admit something so easily? You decide to put your theory to the test. You ask the staff basic questions to get them talking to you, and then usually ask them something more personal and every time they admit something without fail. One even admitted to drinking on the job. You rub your chin in thought, did you get a power from the cadou? Can people not lie to you? You decide to test it right out. 

"Can you lie to me?" You ask one of the staff members. 

"No" she answers. 

"Why not?"

"Because-I.....I don't know. It's like my mind turns to mush and I can't control what comes out."

Unfortunately is seems to only work on those who don't have the cadou, because you tried it on your daughters and they easily lied to you. They each have a tell which you learned long ago that they do when they lie, and each one of them did it. Still, could be very useful in the future. 

*          *          *

"Mother?"

You look toward the door to see it opening and Cassandra stepping in, she sees you and sighs softly. 

"Sorry, I'm looking for mother, do you know where she is?"

"In a meeting. Perhaps I can help?" You offer. 

Cassandra hesitates in the doorway before swarming over to you, sitting across from you as you close your current read to give her your undivided attention. 

"What's bothering you?" You ask softly. 

"I um...it's nothing.."

"It's obviously not nothing, otherwise you would have left instead of sitting down. I can't help you if you don't talk to me Cassandra."

"You're gonna think I'm being silly.."

"I would never think that of you."

Cassandra picks at her glove before starring off into the flames of the fireplace, "there's...a girl...she's the blacksmith's daughter and we've been...corresponding via letters..I sound like Daniela" she curses. 

You hide your smile, "there's nothing wrong with that Cassandra. Do you want to invite her over?"

"You know mother won't allow that, but..yes..I'm afraid mother will scare her off or...."

You tilt your head again, "or she won't like you?"

"Or she'll be using me. Or she'll find out about the things I've done. Or she'll be disgusted by my diet.."

"Well, I could certainly speak with her. Before your mother terrifies her of course. Invite her over for tea Cassandra. You won't know unless you try."

A few short days later a young girl arrives with a bundle of flowers which she promptly hands to you, stuttering as she did so. 

"I-I- these are for you" she finally gets out "Lady Dimitrescu" she mutters. 

"Please, Lady Dimitrescu is my wife, you can just call me Y/N. Come on in dear."

You lead her to the courtyard, it's a warm summer day, and although the girls are weak in the sunlight they can make it to the gazebo at least. 

"Will um...Cassandra be joining us?"

"She should be" you answer as you put the flowers in a vase on the table. 

Surely enough Cassandra walks out into the courtyard, she never walks and it's apparent from how heavy and clumsily she steps. She rushes through the sunlight and takes a seat, you've never seen her like this: nervous, anxiously picking at her leather glove, and she's entirely clean. No blood anywhere on her. Oh, she must REALLY like this girl. 

"Hi" the girl says sheepishly. 

"Hi" Cassandra answers without looking at her but it's evident she's blushing as she tucks her head away.

"So, tell me a little about yourself" you say breaking the silence. 

"Oh well, where do I start? I work for my father who's the blacksmith, he said I couldn't take over until I finished my apprenticeship which at this point I'm pretty sure is gonna last until he dies. I've lived in the village my whole life um..I like cats..."

The poor girl stats rambling again and you raise your eyebrows in surprise before chuckling which makes her stop talking and blush, thinking she did something wrong. 

"Is the first time you two have met?"

"No" the girl answers. 

"Yes" Cassandra cuts in before looking at the girl. 

"I thought so. How long has she been sneaking out to see you?" You ask coyly. 

"A couple months.." the girl answers. 

"What are you doing?" Cassandra whispers. 

"I...I'm not gonna lie to her" the girl whispers back.

"So what are your intentions with her?" You ask with a smirk.

"I love her. She's kind, she's funny, she keeps me on my toes and it's never a dull moment with her. I want to be her wife someday."

"How do I know you won't use her?"

"What would I use her for? Money? I could get that by marrying her. Killing her? That would only anger you and the other Lady Dimitrescu which would be detrimental to my family and the village. Sex? Well I do admit she's-"

"Ah! I don't need to know about my daughter's sex life thank you" you cut off. 

The girl seems genuine enough, but there is one thing you want to know. 

"I assume you know that Cassandra's diet is anything but normal yes? How do you feel about that?"

"It's no different than me eating pork, or beef. It's apart of her" the girl reaches over and takes Cassandra's hand, "and something that I've grown to accept."

"Well, you have my blessing to continue this..courtship but know you'll need the approval of Alcina before anything further happens" you stand from the table then glare down at Cassandra, "and no more sneaking out."

"Yes mother" Cassandra grumbles. 

*          *         *

"It's not fair!"

Daniela storms into the room which makes you and Alcina both look up, thankful you two weren't in a more compromising position. Daniela flings herself onto the bed over Alcina's legs which makes Alcina sigh softly and stroke Daniela's back. 

"What isn't fair?" Alcina asks. 

"Why am I always last?"

"What do you mean?" You clarify. 

"Cassandra has a girlfriend! and Bela isn't interested in dating. When will it be my turn?"

Daniela's turn comes a few short days later, when Mother Miranda drops off a failed experiment of hers. A woman who was given the cadou parasite and started the transformation of turning into a lycan, but somehow regained her human functionality. Even you don't need your powers to see this girl is absolutely smitten for Daniela. She follows Daniela everywhere, whimpers when left alone, practically jumps Daniela when she returns from anywhere,  and more importantly; Daniela is happy. 

Cassandra has a girlfriend, sorry, fiancé, and Daniela has...whatever she defines their relationship as. That only leaves Bela. 

You knock on her door one evening and she promptly allows you in, she's working away at her desk writing something as she take a seat on the edge of her bed. She finishes her thought and turns around to look at you, her hands folded in her lap. 

"Can I help you mother?" She asks. 

"I just wanted to check in with you. I know there's a lot of changes happening right now with your sisters. I wanted to see how you were doing?"

"I'm doing fine, more than fine actually. Since you've been around I've had more time to work on my writings and I think I'll have my first book done by the end of the season."

You smile proudly, "that's very exciting. Anything else? Perhaps..in the dating realm?"

Bela keeps her smile but it does lessen slightly as she takes a deep breath, "I don't think I'm interested in dating, or anything for that matter. I've had relations with staff members in the past and every time I felt...nothing afterwards, like it was more for their benefit than mine. I've had many suitors and I've felt attraction before but they always want sex, and I don't feel the need to do that. Is that wrong?"

"Of course not. It's perfectly normal to not feel sexual attraction while still being romantically attracted to someone."

"I'm not....broken?"

You stand and walk over to her, kissing her forehead lovingly before stroking back some of her hair. 

"Absolutely not, and if anyone says you are, you send them right to your mother."

Bela scoffs and looks away before she rests her head on your abdomen, "thanks mother" she whispers softly. 

"Any time."

Master Post

[b-writessometimes]

🏡 To Make A House, A Home (Domestic Spider-Noir x Reader Headcanons)

Warnings: Not much, besides a brief mention to war and possible allusions to starting a family, but doesn't go into detail. Basing Peter here around his early to mid 30s as I believe he would've been around that age when World War 2 ended. DOMESTIC FLUFF RAHHHH-

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Song Recommendation - "Days of Wine & Roses" by Peggy Lee

Of course he's forever grateful for his Aunt May and late Uncle Ben for giving him a home, but with you, it's something special.

It's unique, it's a culmination of both your hard work and all the money you've saved up, it's a testament to how far you two have come, it's a testament to the life he never thought he could have someday.

After the war, of course most of America was busy celebrating.  Many were busy getting hitched. As for you two?  Well, living together properly seemed to be as good a start as any.

Years ago Peter would've never dreamed of such a thing, convinced that the only way to keep you safe was to push you away.  He thought he was doing the right thing, when in actuality he was cutting himself off leaving you to practically chase after this self sacrificing man.

It has not been easy getting here, not one bit, but all the guy knows is that he looks at your smile as if you had hung all the stars in the sky for him.

The two of you rented out a decent sized studio apartment, the best that money could afford.  Or as much as the two of you were willing to shell out that is.  Fitted with only the best hand-me-downs and thrifted furniture, a mix of both newly borrowed and old favorites. 

Sure it was no lavish estate of some wealthy metropolitan, but it was home. 

Given that it was still an apartment and all, you couldn't exactly put in nails or paint the walls.  Which is a bummer since Peter wanted to coat them with a soothing lilac color, so instead you opted for a compromise: wallpaper.  It took a whole afternoon and then some, but you both managed to get a good chunk of the space covered so it wasn't so dreary and drab inside. 

Pictures adorned the walls and the wooden shelves of the hallway.  Some captured of you two back when, some of Peter's family, and some of yours as well.  The really precious photos you had developed were kept safe in a little heart shaped box underneath your shared bed.

Little knick-knacks were scattered throughout the apartment as well: from airplane models, to little souvenirs, the occasional half finished puzzle or two, and houseplants galore.  No lilies however, not good for your guys' cat.

Speaking of which, with all this time spent together in a blissful domesticity, it could get a man thinking.  The choice in the end is ultimately yours, but if you'd be willing, he'd want to start a family with you. He really doesn't care for whatever gender but he'd melt if you would name one of the kids after his late Uncle Benjamin.

If you're not a fan of children, that's not a problem, he's more than content to simply adopt a couple more felines under your shared roof.  Regardless if you have a biological family or not, you two are bound to take in a few extra strays over the years.  Your home is practically a second safe haven for these animals.

On the weekends you'd blast out tunes on your beloved record player, enjoying the sounds of smooth jazz or blues.  You'd hold potlucks inviting your friends and family, his Aunt May bringing her infamous wheat pancakes.  She adored you so, glad that you made his nephew happy in a way that he hasn't been in a damn long time.

Yes, your home isn't some five-star hotel suite.  Nor is it a glamorous penthouse or a cottage out of a cozy fairytale.  But that mattered little.  Your home now was a place of love, a place of warmth and refuge.  Of snuggling up under a blanket after a day out in the blistering cold. 

Your home with Peter is more than enough.  And he thinks so too.

[kiatheinsomniac]

. * ⋆  . · 　. ⋆ :₊ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉-𝒖𝒑 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ♡ ‧⁺ . ♡ ⋆ . · 　. 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hi! For the valentine's matchup, Sugar! For Genshin Impact fandom. ♡ I'm a straight woman, introverted, a bit shy, I get nervous easily, I can come out as a bit intimidating at first but I'm very kind and respectful. I'm reserved, quiet, but with friends very funny, mischievous (in a good way ofc, i love to tease lol but I get easily annoyed if someone does that to me) and clumsy, I'm a bit distant (trust issues but with a bit of time I warm up) and kind of a loner lol but I try to make friends and I'm independent. Tho I'm very fearful and I got some insecurities I'm determined and I'm working to overcome all of that and always improve, I'm stubborn, very emotional but I know how to balance thinking with my feelings and/or rationality and lastly I'm mature and I drive myself with my self-implied mindset, I know very well want I want and what I don't. My likings, well I love drawing, dancing, listening to music, arts^^ and I love psychology, still learning but it's so useful. I love cute stuff, plushies, sanrio... yk. But then I love dressing black, I love all these dark stuff and accessories too, I got duality in a lot of things 😭 But the dark stuff are a lot more my vibe i think. My dislikes, I think I hate noisy/overly energetic people, my energy drains so quickly with them, they absorb me LMAO, I hate cold, I hate uuh, adrenaline? And people, of course, in general, society yk😭😭. Thank you so much. I hope is not a lot🎀🎀🎀 –anon

˚ ༘♡⋆｡˚𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆!❀

♡ Wriothesley actually really likes the different dichotomies of your character; you seem intimidating but are kind, dress in dark colours but love cute things. He finds it both fascinating and adorable in its own way - you're almost like a grumpy-looking black cat that's actually the sweetest creature ever.

♡ He's alright with the fact you're introverted while he's an extrovert. Within the boundaries of your comfort zone, he enjoys pulling you out of your shell and taking you to social events. But he doesn't go to the surface all that much so, soon enough, he'll have you familiar with Meropide's residents to show you they'll always be respectful to you!

♡ Wriothesley wants to do his best to help you overcome your insecurities and help you realise that he really, really likes you and so he wants you to be yourself around him.

ᯓ♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆?𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔

♡ Being one of the most well-versed people in cutesy-ness he knows, Wriothesley gets Sigewinne to help him pick out some presents for you - so prepare for a whole sanrio haul to bring home! Plushies, skincare, charms, knick-knacks, you name it. They're all packaged in pretty bags of valentine-themed colours, tissue paper on top to hide the contents, even covered in stickers!

♡ He actually leaves Meropide to take a trip to the surface for your date. Everything's been set up on a private little island in the water where the two of you can sit and enjoy each other's company. There's a blanket laid out with cushions and afternoon tea.

♡ Knowing how much you love drawing, Wriothesley decides to get on trend and have the two of you paint on a canvas each and switch them back and forth in rotation so that you have to build on each other's ideas and can each end up with a little work of art you made together.

𝒑.𝒔. it's not a lot at all! I actually prefer longer entries because it gives me more to work with and actually makes it easier to write everything lol. Also this is technically the first piece I've written for Wrio! ♡   : · missed the event? Try ships instead! ☾ ⋆ ﾟlike my work? why not: ∘ buy me a coffee? ∘ comms. ∘ taglist ∘ follow/reblog

[sister-juniper]

Reciprocated Feelings (Terzo x GN Reader)

⋆˙⟡ Fluff with some sexual references ✮⋆˙

Summary: You and Terzo are friends with benefits, but you had developed romantic feelings. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo feels the same.

☆ Word Count: 1446 ☆

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You and Papa Terzo had been fooling around for quite some time, a few months to be exact.

It all began during one of his sermons, you were sitting in the front row, right in Terzo's line of sight. He noticed you gazing lustfully at him. You see, Terzo had a knack for being able to read people, especially through their eyes. He could tell the intention behind that look you gave him by simply studying your eyes for a few seconds.

In return, he shot you the same stare, which caught you off guard. The entire rest of that sermon was spent with you getting more and more desperate, while you and Terzo practically eye-fucked each other.

An hour after all of that began, the sermon ended, and the entirety of the congregation filed out of the main hall and into the dining hall. You however, chose to stick around a few extra minutes. This proved to be a great decision, as Terzo did the exact same. As soon as the two of you were given some space, he was able to whisk you away to the privacy of his quarters. That was the first time of many when you two did anything.

From the start, your relationship had been strictly sexual and platonic. No romance or exclusivity involved. One would message the other when in need of some sexual favors, and the other would show up at the other's room a few minutes later. You two would do it, and then part ways once again.

Of course, Terzo had others, he was Papa Emeritus of course. You were not the only one he lusted after, and you knew this. You played along with his act, you acted okay with it, and you hid how you felt internally. You would rather have him like this than not have him at all. 

You tried to give the impression to him that you had others as well. You didn't want to look too "needy". In reality, nobody else really interested you in that manner like Terzo did. The only person who you wanted to touch you was him. You didn't care to invite any other siblings or ghouls into your bed. Your body would only enjoy the touch of Terzo.

He knew how to please you, he could play your body like a game of chess, but most importantly, he was the one you fancied. He was your type.

Each time the two of you finished doing it, after you parted ways, you wondered what it would be like if he stayed just a bit longer. If he stayed to coax you to sleep, run his fingers through your hair, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You began to crave that, but still, that never happened.

At first, you brushed your feelings to the side. You ignored your heart gnawing at you. After all, there wasn't much you could do or say. You felt like Terzo was the one calling the shots, and you were just another sibling of sin. 

But after a few months of this, it was getting too intense. Every single time the two of you did things, you held back so hard from letting an "I love you" slip out of your mouth. Every single time, you could barely save yourself from asking "could you stay a little while longer?" as Terzo was putting his shoes on to leave. 

You began to realize what you felt would eventually slip out. It got harder and harder to hide it each time. It was only a matter of time before the confession left your lips.

You decided to put together a plan, a plan to ask him out on a date. You decided you would rather risk losing the sexual encounters, instead of just continuing on like this. You couldn't do it anymore.

Your plan was fairly simple, but also quite cute. You would go to a flower shop, buy a bouquet of purple lilac flowers, and show up at his office to ask. You knew Terzo would love those flowers, as he usually kept a vase of them on his desk. You were only about 50% sure of this actually working in your favor, but you chose to go along with it anyways.

The next morning, you went to your usual services, did your daily chores, and then when you finally had a few hours of free time, you took the bus down to the flower shop.

Something that you thought was odd however, was Terzo's absence during the daily sermon. Instead, it was his younger brother, Cardinal Copia, who took over. It made you a bit anxious, but you chose to shrug it off as him just being busy with something.

You bought the flowers, and got back on the bus with a sense of hopefulness. Maybe this would work out, you prayed to Satan that it would. Still, you had to be realistic, and were also mentally preparing yourself for the worst to happen.

You arrived back at the Ministry, and rushed upstairs to your room to do a few things first. You had to be quick, as dinner time is soon, and Terzo would not be in his office during that time. You made it to your room, applied a bit of makeup, sprayed on some of your best perfume, fixed your habit a little bit, and then you were ready to go.

You took a deep breath, clutched the flowers in your hands, and started walking down the corridor to Terzo's office. Quickly, of course.

You had turned the final corner to his office, when you suddenly collided with something. You panicked and reached down to pick up the flowers, before looking up and realizing who you just bumped into. It was Terzo.

He too was picking up a bouquet of flowers off of the floor, black dahlias, and looked a little flustered.

"O-oh hi Terzo. Im so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going"

You stared at him, wide-eyed, feeling the blush began to creep onto your cheeks. This is not how you wanted this to go, and why did he have flowers too?

"Ah tesoro, it is okay. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Terzo said, seemingly equally as flustered.

"Oh uh..." you searched your brain for some sort of excuse, any kind of excuse, but you couldn't think of any. What other excuse would there be to you rushing in the direction of his office holding his favorite flowers? "I was coming to see you."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to respond. He looked at you, then the flowers, then back at you again.

"Coming to see me? With that beautiful bouquet?"

You nodded and looked away with embarrassment.

"Well uh, actually tesoro, I was headed to do the same."

You looked back up at him and studied his face. He had a small smile, and you could see a little blush under his paints, and wait a minute... he was holding black dahlias. Your favorite flowers.

"W-wait... you were coming to give me those?" You questioned as you pointed to the bouquet.

He nodded "Sí, and you were coming to give me those?" he questioned while pointing to the flowers you held.

You nodded. "I actually got these for a reason you know..." you said as you trailed off

"What reason is that, cara mia?"

"I wanted to ask you on a date."

Terzo smiled warmly and stepped a little closer. "I was coming to do the exact same thing."

You looked at him in bewilderment. "You were??"

"Sí, that is why I wasn't at the sermon this morning. I was out buying these" He said in reference to the flowers

You smiled a wide smile as he handed you the beautiful arrangement of flowers. You took it from him, and handed him the purple lilac's in return.

"How did you know black dahlia's are my favorite?"

"I took a guess, I saw them in your room. How did you know I like purple lilacs?"

"I also saw them in your room" You said with a giggle

"Ah well, we are both quite observant aren't we?"

You nodded with a smile and a small "mhm"

"Well... what do you say to that date tesoro? You free this Friday night?"

You perked up and nodded enthusiastically "Yes, I am free"

"Perfetta. I will pick you up from your room at 6 p.m."

"I will be ready"

Terzo smiles at you "I can't wait"

The two of you share a kiss and part ways. As soon as you get back to your room, you place the gorgeous bouquet in a vase full of water. Terzo does the same in his office. You can't believe that just happened, but you are overjoyed to say the least. 

He feels the same as you do. 

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[matrixsss]

Can we keep her? Pretty please?

A/N: So it is feb 1st and the start of the little challenge and I just came up with this today. It's not very long just a little under 600 words, but still at least I did something, so that is good! Also this is unedited so excuse any and every mistake pls. Summary: How Tamlin convinces his husband Lucien to add another pet to their ever-growing family. There is no such thing as having too many pets, is there?  

Tamlin had always had a knack for understanding all types of animals and insects, it is why most people that do know him, call him the High Lord of Animals instead of Spring. He never minded that title, it seemed far more fitting than that of Spring, since he left most of the paperwork for his loving husband to do. Lucien was always better with that, than he was. Even when he actually took his job as High lord of Spring seriously, he had Lucien help him with various correspondences.  

The ginger was always good with words and to be completely honest (by Tamlins’ standards) his handwriting was far more legible than Tamlins. His handwriting was, well in layman terms, a messy scribble of illegible words that only he himself understood. Which made replying to letters a time-consuming task, since he had to focus and take his time to write the words so that people would be able to read them.  

That was until he got married to his longtime lover, who gracefully took over the task of responding to letters and other important things from time to time when Tamlin got overwhelmed with his lordly duties. While Lucien was in charge, Tamlin had a habit of bringing various animals home with him. They all came willingly and stayed there enjoying being pampered by everyone around. So far their pets were 2 bears, 5 ducks, 3 hares, 5 raccoons and one lone fox. This does not count the high amount of horses they already have. 

The fox was brought home by Lucien and not Tamlin in one shocking turn of events, although most of their pets were brought home by none other than the blonde lord. He couldn’t help himself and neither could the animals when they saw him. So in conclusion the amount of pets they had this far was not all his fault, the animals wanted to be with him. That is how he excused the growing numbers of pets he brought home.  

The two lovers worked in tandem to make Spring work the way it was meant to, Tamlin could not do it alone and was ever so grateful for the help he got. Their rhythm was very simple, one week Lucien would take over the duties, the next week would be Tamlin. So far, they had no issues with this arrangement. As much as Lucien loved the little family they have built over the years, he does think the number of animals roaming around is far too much. Yet, whenever Tamlin came home from one of his many walks through the Spring forests with a new animal to add to their family, he could never make himself say no to the blonde.  

This time around, was no different. Lucien had finally taken a break from being hunched over the desk, a pen in hand, scribbling thousands of words. He walked outside stretching his arms above his head, cracking his spine. The fresh Spring air filled his lungs and he couldn’t help but smile. The ginger looked forward and was not surprised to see Tamlin walking towards him. A sigh escaped him, when the blonde neared, and he could see a tiny gray fluff ball nestled in his muscular arms.   

“Can we keep her? Pretty please?” Tamlin asked with a sheepish smile on his face, eyes sparkling with joy that the small bundle of fluff brought him, how could Lucien ever say no to that face?  

Tagging everyone that is participating in this challenge: @praetorqueenreyna @achaotichuman @chunkypossum @theshadowsingersraven

[thegapbetweengalaxies]

Satoru's the type of guy to be your boyfriend

Satoru's the type of guy to have his arm possessively wrapped around your waist while walking, resting on the crest of your hip. Or he'd use his height to his advantage and have his arm comfortably resting around your shoulder.

Satoru's the type of guy to grin while people passing by gawk at him. They'd be enraptured by his looks then their gaze would fall upon you and they'd realize why he has the cockiest shit-eating grin on. It's not just because he knows he looks good, but because he knows that he looks good with you.

Satoru's the type of guy to face you on the train so that when it starts to get packed, you'd get pressed up against his chest. He'd have his hand holding your back too, right on the smallest section of your waist.

Satoru's the type of guy to fetch and drop you off on his fancy car or motorcycle. He'd play super loud obnoxious music or rev really loudly too. He'd call you on your free times (he memorizes your schedule) and bring you food. Drinks would always have your name on it too because he tells the barista your name and says for everyone to hear "It's for my sweetheart!" He enjoys how other people gawk at him and get jealous of you.

Satoru's the type of guy to gently take your glasses from your face when it fogs up, only to wipe it with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up for everyone to see his chiseled stomach. He does it slowly too, intentionally, to let as many people as possible see it. He doesn't understand why you're so embarassed. After all, who wouldn't want such a hot boyfriend?

Satoru's the type of guy to, when hit on, would show them his lockscreen of you two with the stupidest grin. "Sorry, I have a partner already. Aren't they just the cutest? Yeah, I don't know how I scored them either! Here's another picture of us. Oh, and this is their cat. We both love cats. I still think they're cuter than the cat though. Don't you think so too?" (The person who asked is forced to listen to his ramblings and nod along.)

Satoru's the type of guy to be constantly taking candid photos of you. Since you started dating, his camera roll started showing just pictures of you instead of being his face all the time.

Satoru's the type of guy to be overly overjoyed whenever you ask for photos with him. He knows that you're going to post it (and show him off to your friends) and that makes him proud.

Satoru's the type of guy to have a dump account for just photos of you. So many people have thought that it was yours because it's literally just your pictures. The reason you found out about it is because someone was talking about your "non-existent dump account."

Satoru's the type of guy to start a band just so you can be the lead. He was forced to learn violin as a kid and picks up every other instrument really easily. So when you mentioned how you wanted to be in a band but found it too difficult to find one to be in, he started one himself.

Satoru's the type of guy to ALWAYS want to meet you before and after school. Even if you go to different colleges or have a different schedule, he'll wait hours for you if he had to and would beg you to do the same.

Satoru's the type of guy to have been an average student before meeting you, never really trying too hard. But now that you're dating, he actually started to study in order to help you out with whatever you're finding difficult. You wouldn't even have to ask sometimes, he'd just start teaching you topics you find difficult.

Satoru's the type of guy to be talking non-stop when with other people but would shut up around you. He just loves staring at you as you gush about random things and listening to your voice. He could do it all day.

Satoru's the type of guy to know how to joke around with your dad and respectfully talk about deep topics with your mom (or vice versa). He somehow just has the knack to be able to get along with anyone, even with any siblings you have.

Satoru's the type of guy to not be real <//3

[suckybuss]

Hiiii, so I've read almost all of your tenna/y/n works, and I just want to ask how you got so good at writing smut???? I'm so sorry if this comes off as weird but I just have to know

well it helps to be a big pervert, for one

this is a bit of a challenging question for me to answer because i've kind of just always had a knack for it, and it's not really something i've ever needed to go out of my way to try to improve on in a way that's distinct from improving my prose-writing skills in general. i will instead offer some tips

there are only so many words you can use to describe fucking without making it sound insane and that's okay. slightly repetitive smut reads a whole lot better than nauseating purple prose. if you ever catch yourself typing the words "throbbing meat wand" and its ilk you need to pull yourself back from the brink.

this isn't always possible depending on POV but i think smut scenes are a great opportunity to give some insight into the unspoken mindset of everyone involved. getting a peek of someone's innermost thoughts where you wouldn't be able to in real life feels incredibly intimate

having a strong ability to picture what you're writing is an asset here. if you can imagine exactly what is going on at all times you can avoid getting yourself in situations where you're describing something physically impossible or teleporting positions. sometimes i think my writing style is "as close to a screenplay as possible without actually being a screenplay" and that's driven by my visually-oriented approach

if you're not getting paid for it, don't bother to try to write stuff that you're not personally into. smut is difficult enough to write on its own without having to try to simulate the ability to enjoy something that you don't. there are other, better ways to challenge yourself as a writer than the mental equivalent of a halfhearted uncomfortable fuck

unfortunately it does help a lot to have experience with the things you're describing. there are some sensory aspects about sex that are under-discussed and difficult to understand unless you experience those things yourself, and porn is not an adequate replacement (amateur is better but it's still not quite the same). i know this is not a viable "research" method for many but i do attribute much of my skill at describing the act to being an Individual Who Fucks

i hope this was slightly better than useless

[pastellar1ne]

I keep promising Brawl Stars content but haven't delivered yet, so have these English college AU headcanons for my poly.

This is just their basic information, and it's based on the college I go to for ease lmao

Roger Smith

19-years-old, in their second year (late bday).

Took level 2 culinary in their first year, and is currently taking level 3 culinary.

Not sure what they want to be, but knows they enjoy cooking from helping out with it at home, and that they have a knack for it. Decided that taking the course could at least help them from a domestic perspective, if they don't use it in the workplace.

Has a driver's license, often drives to college in their mum's old car that's barely alive.

Has always been in public education.

Took the gym enrichment, and regularly visits the gym outside of that.

Byron Blackwood

18-years-old, in his second year.

Taking biology, chemistry, and animal management A Levels.

Wants to be a doctor, and that's what the biology and chemistry are for. Animal management was because they needed him to pick a third one, and he crossed his fingers and hoped this would, or could, involve snakes at least once.

Gets dropped off at the college by his family's driver, but has requested to be picked up and dropped off a block away, so he can arrive more discreetly.

In public college, as opposed to private, because he was sick of private education, and applied for this himself. Both of his parents were ashamed, and he did get in repeated trouble for this - and still is given shit for it.

Took the strategy board games enrichment.

Charlotte Monet

16-years-old, in her first year.

Taking a performance arts practice (acting) level 3. Same class as Lola.

Wants to be a silent film actor, but will only say "actor" if asked. She gets enough shit for liking old film as it is.

How she gets to college is dependent on her recently developed chronic pains. On good days, she will bike to the college - on bad days, she will take a bus, though might still force herself to bike (because "I must just be unfit").

Has always been in public education.

Took the college play and makaton enrichments.

Known as "Gray" to close friends. Outsiders are told it's a nickname, and stage name.

Lola Garcia

16-years-old, in her first year.

Taking a performance arts practice (acting) level 3. Same class as Charlotte.

Wants to be famous and "as loved as she deserves to be", and she believes the best way to do this is to be an actress. She also does have a passion for acting, so long as she's actually important to the piece.

She gets dropped off by her family's driver, but she goes straight in through the car park (despite the amount of times they've been told not to drop off there).

She's in public education, as opposed to private, because her parents believe it might "turn her ego down a couple notches" if she spent some time with the lower class a bit more, and learned the conditions other people have - and how privileged she is. She hasn't gotten the lesson yet.

Took the college musical and college play enrichments.

Leonard Anderson

18-years-old, in his second year.

Taking a performance arts practice (acting) level 3. Different class to Lola and Charlotte.

Having been a child actor and voice-actor for the past, roughly, 10 years - however still required to partake in education - he saw no harm in studying what he was interested in, and good at. Who knows, he might even learn some things he didn't already know!

He is dropped off by his family's driver, who he makes sure drops him off in front of the college, instead of in the car park.

He's in public education, as opposed to private, because he requested to be. Having originally attended public school, prior to home-schooling and tutoring, he wanted to return to what he was used to - instead of join the other rich kids in a fancy college, like his parents wanted him to.

Was excused from mandatory enrichments, due to busy timetable.

Known more commonly as "Kit" on site, for his famous role as the cartoon cat.

[rubypasha1]

I’m going to be honest and say I had some bad experiences in the Transformers fandom. I wrote fics for it, admittedly very bad but they were my first. Had to learn somewhere. Thing is I enjoyed the writing, actually I loved it and it made me realize my passion for writing fiction.

But that didn’t stop the bad experiences. Mostly people. I won’t go into detail but for the love of god please don’t ask or encourage a 12 year old, who has clearly stated they are one, to write smut. And don’t send them very explicit, dead dove do not eat fics without at least staying “hey, there’s some messed up stuff in here so just be warned” instead of “Here’s some inspiration!” And constantly asking when smut will be written.

I swear Ao3 saved my creativity. I pretty completely left Wattpad after that, didn’t touch transformers content again till recently this year.

And I’ve made a decision. I’m going to write a transformers fic. Not now, only next year it’s my last year of school and stuff is hectic. But I’m going to write it. To prove to myself I can write a good transformers fic with good characterization. And a reader or oc that has a bit more depth.

Anywho, @ss-shitstorm fic “Breaking Bread” heavily inspired me and actually was the reason I got back into the Ttansforemrs fandom. I highly recommend it it’s one of my new top favorites and has a terrifying attention to detail. Great characterization, hilarious reader insert that’s basically a very stressed out certain magical princess who’s got a knack for science and baking. And a crazy dog. And sassy bird. Who likes Fluttershy. It’s amazing.

Did I mention there’s actual science stuff in it? Stochiometry my nemesis.

And it’s got me thinking about making my own. Maybe more of an oc fic but still written like ny other reader ones.

I’m thinking of doing one where a human is put in a cybertronian body, TFP universe. They have basic knowledge of TFP, watched it but couldn’t remember everything. But they knew enough. Definitely enough o know that cybertron being alive was before the war.

They’re placed in a cybertronian body before the deception uprising. Still around the time where Functionisin ruled and they were in a kind of ‘presenter’/‘video camera’ alt mode.

Except they have anxiety, often freeze up with a panic enduring lack of social skills driven from their natural personality and the fact they’re a human soul shoved into a metal body. Completely alone and forced to adapt to a society that bases value on an alt mode.

The were an artist while human and over time through constant stress and a lack of familiarity with materials on cybertronian, they loose their love of painting and creating art.

But it’s reignited. They find a underground club where mecs and Femmas of many alt modes come together to anonymously submit art ranging from poetry to music and more. And that’s when they find it, a piece of writing that captures their soul. Something so deep and beautiful they feel their own spark reigniting, and they try their hand at creating again. Even if small.

They keep going to the club, building up courage to place art pieces on view. They don’t get much attention, except for a mech who seems curious and stands beside them as they pick apart every little detail.

They talk for a bit. Share a few critics, nothing too crazy. Turns out he’s the one who wrote that lovely piece of writing that inspired them. They turn around, gasping and thanking him for creating something so inspiring-

Megatron stands before them.

Or rather, Megatronus.

The gladiator had just begun his days of battle in the arena but the end was inevitable, the reader knew who he was and fled in terror leaving a confused (and proud, it felt good to know his words inspired at least one person) Megatronus behind.

Readers in a panic, but it doesn’t end there. Their ‘job’ forces them to begin recording the gladiator fights, particularly the rising star Megatronus leading to the eventual meet up of the two again.

But it doesn’t stop there. Soundwave came soon after and, shockingly enough, Ratchet after some unfortunate events (who is far flirtier and leaves the reader thinking “Oh my god he’s so smooth but whyyyyy”)

And it gets worse. Megatronus clearly wishes to se ether atrworks, one of the few along with Soundwave who sees something more than just a waste of time or hobby.

A relationship is formed, tentive on the readers side. They see him and Soundwave less and less like the terrifying deceptions they would become but rather who stood before them. Mechs bashed by a cruel system, they’re creativity forced to writher in their sparks painfully, smothered by a need to fight for the entertainment of others or die by the claws of the system.

They care about them, they eventually realise in horror. And on an unfortunate night they broke down and revealed to Soundwave a horrible truth. War was coming, and they knew what he would become. What All of them would. They beg him, plead to not take things too far. Life was precious, organic or not and taking those of innocents . . .

Soundwave was an outlier himself, but he remained somewhat skeptical. It wa shard to not belive them, the raw emotions they displayed showcased fear and he was good at reading others frames.

The little cybertronian was odd, but intriguing. A friend he had grown to care for, to wish to protect as his closest companion Megatronus insisted, over time. But if there was truth to their words they must know things that could endanger all of cybertron. Soundwave didn’t see himself as a activist nor rebellious but even he couldn’t deny the waters were churning.

Things happen, yada yada yada, reader gets kidnapped and put into stasis just as the war starts and wakes up many years later to the face of a human child se knew very well from a certain TV series.

All out panic ensures

OR, the other fic idea:

Human wakes up as a vehicon . Says “nope”, tries to get away and accidentally becomes the leader of a vehicon rights movement.

The autobots it’s are confused, the decepticons are angry and the reader just wants to get some dogs or cats dammit.

Of course, a dog does gain interest in them. And by that I mean a terrifying metal dragon who decides this trembling little con would be the perfect way to help him attain details on how to resurrect his kin.

He is very mistaken. Reader can’t even be in the same room as one of the deception lieutenants without rattling like a tin can.

Honestly don’t know if it would be a Soundwave or Megatron x reader. Definitely will be friendship developing there. Maybe both? I’m a sucker for tall dark and creepy guys who have a soft spot for tiny

Second idea is just all the vehicons lining up to get names form reader. All very human ones. . “Bill” “John” Matthew” Thomas” “My names already Steve” “Jenny” “Bucket”

And Reader is just stressing cause they’re not running a rebellion or anything. They’re running a daycare for a bunch of guys who do not care about their own safety and lives at all and she constantly has to tell them, no you cannot go to the Autobits the will shoot you on site. No, wanting to sacrifice yourself isn’t a good idea- CANDICE GET AWAY FROM THE FRAGGING WRECKER GOD DAMMIT DO NONE OF YOH UAVE ANY WILL TO LIVE?

Chaos ensures

[berrypass-de-murdler]

3 - 59 Not the First Murder for Oil

*foaming at the mouth* *actual episode under the cut*

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

There’s still much of Netherlands left unexplored, let alone the entire rest of Elsewhere. And yet, Irratino’s next mission sends him all the way back to Mainland - on the Midnights’ oil field! He gets worried, remembering all the drama that surrounds this location. But he also fondly remembers that mission with Logico by his side, and plays clips from the original cartoon in his head. He snaps out of it - he has to do this on his own now. General Coffee and Secretary Celadon are admiring an everyday corpse. Cel must really know how to get around.

COFFEE: An SUV is the most practical vehicle! I can fit EVERYTHING in it! CELADON: Enjoy your gas-guzzling house. I like my car to look like a car. IRRATINO: Why are you arguing about cars? There’s a murder! COFFEE: I’m not arguing! I’m right!

A third suspect rides in on a motorcycle, and does an epic stunt before stopping dramatically against the ancient ruins and the sunset.

NIGHT: It’s me… Night. IRRATINO: Hi!  NIGHT: Irratino, where have you been? We’ve been struggling to find new part-time jobs - I have to clean toilets instead of equations. IRRATINO: I’m sorry. This new agency hired me and Logico on a mission to find TekTopia. MINT: Oh, it’s not too late. They haven’t closed the gate!

While the viewer knows who this is, Irratino doesn’t - Union Man Mint only appeared in Logico’s dream! But like the others, he is in fact, very real.

IRRATINO: Who are you? MINT: I’ll give you a hint. I’m Union Man Mint. IRRATINO: That’s not really a hint, it’s- MINT: I’m on the run, and still out of a job. But it seems that I’ve wandered to something macabre.

Unlike Logico, Irratino admires the velociraptor’s poetry attempts. But there’s more important things to focus on! Such as Coffee eating carrot.

CELADON: Why are you eating carrot. COFFEE: I happen to like carrot. CELADON: I thought you liked coffee. COFFEE: Oh, heaven forbid I like more than one thing.

No matter what he’s saying, he always has the most polite tone. Irratino finds the creepiest white van parked nearby, and is scared to check it out, as it might be filled with dead children. But Logico would investigate, and so he does too. There doesn’t seem to be anyone inside - at least anyone alive! So with a shaking hand, he grabs the door handle…

MINT: No need to whine, that van there is mine. IRRATINO: [terrified] What’s… in the van?? MINT: Knick-knacks and tchotchkes from all of my travels. Memorabilia from tales I’ve unraveled.

Irratino fakes a shaking smile. Surely he doesn’t mean anything that used to be alive! 

NIGHT: Need me to deal with that strange man for you?

They have a large sack. It’s not clear what it’s full of, but it’s very lumpy and heavy. They lift it up above their head menacingly…

IRRATINO: OKAY, Night! 

Irratino is out of breath and patience - even if the Midnights aren’t here, this place stirs up nothing but trouble. Not to mention the disgusting environmental impact! A sudden small parcel flies through the air and hits him on the back of the head. Now in much pain as well, he opens it foolishly…

But it’s not a bomb, or another suspect. It’s a mystery-themed mini calendar, from Logico! Irratino is so touched that he ignores whoever threw it at him. Celadon and Coffee are still fighting about carrots and cars, and he decides to finally break it up.

IRRATINO: Enough! This is not worth fighting over! And I know it’s not what you’re really angry about. COFFEE: What ever do you mean, Mr. Irratino? IRRATINO: What’s the real reason you started fighting? CELADON: Ugh… [eye roll] We were both driving, and then he ran over a human and blamed me for it. IRRATINO: That’s lame, Coffee.

Coffee shrugs. It is, but what’s done is done.

CELADON: That’s why a regular car is better - you can actually see where you’re going. COFFEE: Or perhaps the world’s largest SUV is still superior, for a very special reason. CELADON: Really. What’s that. COFFEE: A great way to drive away!

He leaps into his uselessly large vehicle and drives away at a casual speed with a jolly laugh. Even getting away with murder he does politely.

The end! 

Ahahaa I knew one of those old west suckers would show up again! Dinosaur is gonna get a full artwork!

And so does this.

This... thing.

I hate him.

It's the Black Hat by the way. My new least favorite design. Sir Rulean finally won

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!