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sasahuaa · 2 months ago

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Idia Shroud as an omega

Riddle - Leona - Azul - Kalim - Vil - Malleus

gn!reader, sfw

out of all of them, i believe this is one of my best fics, was really inspired in this one! i am experimenting with a new format for this series and i am really proud of how this turned out, i love exploring internal conflicts of characters, and i hope you all like this fic too. i cant believe i have just one more from the dorm leaders to go

Since his childhood, Idia came to terms that his life was already decided by circumstances out of his control. The future heir of the household, the head of S.T.Y.X, what school he would attend, the circles he would be part of.

Though when his mind wandered with fantasies and dreams of countless adventures, with his little brother by his side as his partner in crime, Idia held onto hope that at least some parts of his life, as little as they could be, could be decided by himself.

Idia hopes he will be able to play games and have free time, he hopes that he can simulate a place of freedom where all his fantasies are reality, all encompassed inside his room.

Ah, wouldn't it be nice to be the one choosing his own mate? Preposterous as it may seem to him, in a faraway land, or another reality, he could be loved.

Courting

It was supposed to just be a security check, a routine he followed countless times.

Once again he received a message from Crowley, something about a mishap during a magic class, somehow turning into a virus, contaminating both people and - sevens, Idia would like to know how - machines. Idia pets himself in the back for creating a good antivirus system for Ortho, else he doesn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from hunting down the perpetrators.

Good thing his baby brother is safe, inside his nest, where no evil can get to him.

Leaning on his chair, Idia finished up his job, while running the code again on his computer to make sure everything was good to go, he looked away to the cameras, checking if they were back from malfunctioning. He scrolled quickly from each of them.

Camera 1, camera 2, camera 3… a long way until he got to camera 52 in an almost deserted classroom, just one student and a very cute cat.

Feeling indulgent, the omega enhanced the settings, zooming with a perfect 4k quality, although what first got his attention and a small smile was the catlike creature, what completely stole his breath away, made his jaw drop, and his skin hotter than usual was the human who calmly spoke to it, with mischievous glint in their eyes and a teasing smile.

Between the daydreaming adventures he shared with Ortho years ago, a mate is not something he often fantasized about, at the time thinking many other things were much more exciting than alphas. Because of that, Idia doesn't think he has a type, a mate was never in his plans, not when it means tying them down with him, in a place even Idia can barely tolerate.

But looking at them, Idia thinks you are totally his type.

He felt like he was flying.

–

Idia told himself that he was not a creep, your pretty face may have caught him off guard, but he would not go out of his way to search for you.

If by chance his tablet crossed your path or he stumbled on a camera with you in it, and he lingered a little longer than appropriate, that was just a coincidence.

You're just so enticing to watch, to the way you're diligent in classes, trying to catch up on the knowledge you were deprived of being a non native of this land, to how you're so willing to help, and an undeniable strength making up for the lack of magic.

Everything about you screamed ideal alpha. He was sure he was not the only omega who noticed, if other omegas getting shy and acting like pre-pubescents first meeting a potential mate was anything to go by.

Not him though! He would never embarrass himself like these normies do! Actually talking to alphas? Ew, he is too much pleased with just observing when it happens that you appear on his screen.

But maybe he got too careless, and it was all your fault - how dare you be so mesmerizing, he will have his revenge someday.

While he was admiri- ahem - doing really important stuff, Ortho sneaked behind his back and caught his gaze on you. Not cool Ortho, absolutely not cool. And his very much NOT crush was figured out by his little brother, which again, Ortho, Idia swears you are just seeing things.

“But, brother, why are your body heat and heartbeat higher than usual?” he would counter with a cheeky tone any time he tried to deny.

Idia rather die than to like someone, to have to meet expectations and give himself. It’s reaching up for something that demands more than he is capable, going too close to the sun, none the wiser setting oneself to flames and far away from salvation, the end always being falling to the hard ground, no one to stabilize his feet in the end.

All his protests fell in deaf ears, for one thing the two Shrouds had in common was great stubbornness when they had an idea in mind. Suddenly, Muscle Red couldn't contact him anymore, a blink of an eye later, a recently released MMORPG was installed on his computer.

A new game meant that most players were rushing to complete quests, farming and, as expected from a game from that genre, forming guilds of 2 to 5 people. The importance of guilds was purely made for easier fights against bosses, completing special events, fighting on the weekly championship, earning higher rewards if you and your teammates do good, and, ugh, socializing.

Typing or talking behind a screen is much easier than real life, the anonymity is comforting for Idia, but it also comes with being familiar and, at the same time, unknown about the other person. Muscle Red was both of those, his current guild… is not.

Ortho was very smug about the fact that he prevented Idia from playing with Muscle Red in this MMORPG, eyes glinting with mirth only a child his age could have. His brother also made sure to be the one creating the guild, accessible only through invite, which was great! Less randoms and noobies for him to carry! Idia was perfectly fine with being a duo with his brother.

Except he was not.

Ortho made a whole show of inviting you to the guild, searching for your username using the IP from Ramshackle, the character named Catluv following right behind them was daunting. Idia could at least count the small victory that though he was one step away from his comfort zone about knowing who he was playing with, at least you didn't know about them, a small grace that Ortho granted him.

Worst of all, his brother constantly sent both you and him to do fetch quests or killing mobs while he decorated the base. But mostly surprising for him, being playing with you didn't feel like a chore. Of course, he was still doing most of the work, but you also put your fair share of work done and when bored, started chatting about anything that got your interest and aimlessly wandering around his character. Most important, you didn't seem to care about his lackluster responses.

[Base upgraded! Return to spawn to check what's new!]

Catluv: im omw back, was waiting to buy that armor

Catluv: u coming or will keep farming?

Catluv: also want to search for that boss in the plains later, increased rate drop to legendary weapons, if i get that 0.01% spear i'll literally cry

Gloomurai: im coming with you, i can help you later

Catluv: yay

It was nice, if the omega had to admit to himself. Another type of comforting he wasn't used to, he guesses it comes from spending time with someone he has positive feelings on while also keeping his own privacy. What surprised him the most though, was the deep purr that he made anytime a notification from you popped up, the first time Idia heard himself he almost jumped from the chair, being caught completely off guard.

Idia was surprised that he could purr, he thought that this was another one of his failures as an omega, he was not nurturing, not the normal gentle, kind, petite that was expected, he felt like any omega behaviour he had was more bothersome than enjoyable, except the nests he put effort into.

The housewarden was also warming up to you, conversations went easy when he felt no judgement from your behalf. When he first saw you, Idia thought you didn't look like the type to tolerate conversations about game mechanics and probabilities, but you were indulgent whenever the topic came up. He also had a brief suspicion that you would seek openings for those kinds of conversations, since he always rambled and many times lost track of the original question.

Gloomurai: so you see, if our guild get to rank 5 or above, we will get more 0.4% of legendary drop rates and increase epic rate to 10%, that's why i planned a strategy for the next weekly championship

Catluv: u nerd

Gloomurai: problem?

Catluv: i love nerds

Falling in love was getting too close to the sun, to permit your wings to melt and fall again to the ground. Idia repeated this many times, but he still felt tingling and yearning to the warmth of sunlight.

–

He was done for.

r/relationshipadvice

u/GloomySamurai

I (18Ω) think I fell in love with an online friend (α)

We study in the same school, but never met face to face. I don't like going out of my room, sometimes I think I would like to go out and meet them. They are inviting me to hang out, especially now that they discovered that we are both students from the same place. How should I do that? I fear that they won't like what they see, if they know it's me.

u/AppleReaper

why would an alpha be forcing you out of your room? very loser behavior of them, red flag, stay safe OP

u/FlutheEmperor

Maybe you could invite them to your room if you don't want to go out at all?

u/Sheep1647

DO NOT invite them to your room, they are an alpha, you can never trust them in your place of vulnerability when you never met them personally, and you look distrustful of them, since you are afraid that they may stop being your friend if they met you, what do you think they won't like? Your personality? Appearance? If it's the latter they don't deserve any more time of your day, it's so superficial. A public place is always the safer choice INFO: do you have any trusted person to you that can vouch for their character?

Idia felt like throwing up, he wanted to throw his phone across the room in rage. He was so close to doxxing all these people for saying unsavory things about your personality when they don't know you. You who stays with him until the moon turns to sun just because he didn't feel like sleeping, you who made him feel heard and cared even through the chat system of the guild or the occasional voice calls, you who always extended a hand to all your friends.

He should have thought better before seeking the opinion of reddit users, they are certainly more single than him! The omega decided, he will meet you face to face and prove to all of them how wrong they are.

But still… he had one problem.

He didn't feel like he was good enough, not when he had unsavory feelings towards you. The dorm leader always felt eyes on him in the rare instances when he left his room, people talking behind back about his hair and personality. He hoped you would overlook his shortcomings. The omega hardly has the courage to face you!

Because you are beautiful, an otherworldly presence surrounds you, and a demeanor that would put prince charmings and enchanted princess alike to shame. Why would you choose a scrawny omega like him? it's unfathomable, he curses at himself, it's simply impossible for an alpha like you to become enamored with an omega like him, not when athletic omegas like Leona exist, or with ethereal beauties like Vil.

If you knew about the feelings deep inside him… how he wishes to be held in your embrace, to be the sole object of your affections, you would laugh at him! Deservedly so!

He knows he is not the best option, yet he couldn't help but hope. Idia spent his entire life drowning in a sea of voices, where his own went unheard even when he forced himself to go above the surface. He expected for you to be just one more tide that pushed him down, but it seems you cleared enough room for him to fit in your world.

–

When Idia finally met you in real life, it was much more than he had expected.

His lungs flooded, having just online interactions rendered him unable to smell your scent, and now he wonders how he could have missed this in his life before. If he had any doubts about wanting you before, it turned to dust in a mere snap of a finger.

Falling in love was foolish, the hard ground is always the final destiny, yet Idia couldn't help but suspect that you would wait for him from below, arms ready to catch him before he gets hurt. If this is what falling in love means, he could accept that.

Growling

Idia is not much of an growler. Many of the Ignyhide students never heard him growl, much less the rest of NRC. This is not to say he doesn't growl, most of all, Idia is a passionate person about his hobbies and interests.

If there are people talking behind his back about his appearance or personality, he would most likely just ignore it - maybe give a sad whimper when he is alone in his nest. But doubting or thinking they are better than him in gaming and engineering? Idia will push the fiercest growl out of his throat.

Even when he is playing and in a difficult match, he rather keep himself quiet, otherwise the rumbling in his chest distract him.

Though in his personal opinion, even when he doesn't enjoy growling all that much, he thinks your growls are really hot.

If you are immersed in your own interests or defending his honor while growling, Idia is quietly chirping behind you.

Purring

As stated before, Idia rarely ever purrs. He used to do it more frequently before, when Ortho was still alive like any other being, but ever since the shock of his death Idia thought his purr box got broken.

During courting, he is still getting used to purring, many times pissing him off more than calming him down. But with time, he learns to accept as a part of himself.

Idia's purrs betray him sometimes, the omega gets easily embarrassed when you shower him with affection, he may try to hide himself behind a pillow or under a blanket, yet his purr box is working like a machine, satisfied to be receiving attention from his alpha.

Nesting

Idia has his nest covering his bed, a very big and warm nest. 90% of his day he is laying there. If he was asked to mention one quality of being an omega, he would for sure say nesting. For him, it's impossible to understand why betas and alphas do not indulge in nesting themselves.

He wants to share his happiness with you, so date nights are most of the times spent in his nest. Idia almost suffocates you with how many blankets he has, of so many kinds. Also, he prefers blankets than pillows, but he is open to introducing to his nest merchandise plushies from fandoms he is part of.

This omega is super insecure in your relationship, at least in the beginning of your relationship, so to reassure himself, he tries to make his room a second den for you, acquiring things he knows you'll like. Idia likes to imagine that his room is a den proper to keep the most prized possessions of his alpha - he wants to include himself in this category too.

And vice-versa, he wants to have permission to make nests in your own den.

Marking

Quite possessive, doesn't like to imagine other omegas looking at what is his.

At the same time, he doesn't want to appear overly clingy or do things these embarrassing couples do. But if he sees super cringe matching cups with "player 1”and "player 2” stamped, he is buying it without a second thought, in fact, he is not even having a first thought.

Also buys necklaces with both of your initials - he is what he judges the most.

Probably wants to scent mark you, but is too shy to suggest unless he is in a fit of jealousy. When this happens, besides his natural scent, the smell of bitterness and warning are glued to your skin. He'll be seen more often by your side, wearing one of your hoodies, until he calms down.

Omeganspace

Nail marks embed your arms and back, Idia doesn't want to let you go. A healthy blush flushes from his cheek to chest, and he nips your face and neck while chirping.

It's during these times that Idia is shameless to claim, he'll openly admit his desires and fears, holding you tightly and almost merging your bodies.

He would do it if he could, better yet, he wants to find a way to do so.

Idia have a selective hearing, he can be obedient and listen to you if he thinks his reward will be worth it. But if you suggest leaving to do any other activity? Suddenly it's like he does not have years at all and your arms are full of putty omega.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Are you finished yet?”

You murmur beside him, watching your own gaming PC that Idia installed in his room. Both of you were playing Stardew Valley, Idia's character was almost passing out from exhaustion after spending the day in the cave, while you decided to stay back and take care of the farm.

He wanted to laugh menacingly at the reddit users who deemed you untrustworthy, because look at you! being a perfect not-his-yet-alpha in game, taking the housework duties while he works hard to provide.

Yep, that's how it should be, Idia sees his future and it's bright - he should really turn down the brightness on his screen a little.

“Hm,” and his character falls down, spawning in his own bed, a bed beside yours!

“I have a gift for you,” you giggle, urging him outside to meet you. “Close your eyes~”

Idia waits in front of your home and does what you asked. He can hear your steps as you approach, the sound coming from your computer as you mess with your hud.

“You can see now”

The omega opens his eyes, his face heats up and he inhales a deep breath. A marriage proposal pops up on his screen, your character with a mermaid pendant standing right before him.

As he glances to the side, he meets your gaze, an expectant look and a soft smile graces your features. With a hand gifting him an scented scarf, a proper courting gift, Idia can just think that you promise much more for the future.

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fluffy0mallows · 4 months ago

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JINX FEST!!!

DAY 3: Prompt Mix

•Oblivious X thought they were dating

•"Right in front of my salad?"

•Late night cooking

Modern AU!!!!

Warnings: Curse words. Shameless flirting (Jinx), A bit of threatening. Fluffy fluff fluff. Hints of smut (just hints, I'm not writing shit)

As per @jinxificada 's request. THIS IS BIRTHDAY THEMED!!!

BIRTHDAY MISHAPS

Vi is fucking sick of this.

"Come on, say 'ahh' "

Following Jinx's request, you opened your mouth, welcoming the spoonful of kiwis she was trying to feed you. It was like this every morning. But unlike every other mornings, Vi was stuck to watch the scene before her unfold

Mostly, she'd be out in the mornings, busying herself in the gym, leaving Caitlyn to tire herself out just staring at you and Jinx. But unfortunately for her, she twisted her ankle in a fight last night, leaving her to stay home and watch you dote on each other like lovers

"Right in front of my salad?"

Ignoring the girl's complaint, Jinx only gently fed you another spoonful, even giving you a big fat kiss on the cheek, leaving you giggling like an idiot. She was always the physically affectionate type, even to her friends. At least that's what you thought

"Will you two stop it?!....Let me enjoy my salad IN PEACE"

"Geez Vi. Did good ol' Kiramman reject your advancement last night?"

Only harshly biting her lip, Vi aggressively chomped on the food on her plate, forcing into her mouth spoon by spoon, until it was empty enough for her to stand up and do the dishes

Yes, she'd much rather go do the dishes, than stick with both your asses. You, who noticed her grumpy state, merely snickered, and gave Jinx a kiss on her cheek as well

"Why, aren't you so sweet to me today?"

"Only cuz' you look extra cute today"

You can hear Vi groaning from the distance, followed by the sound of metal clanking together. You suspect she might've hit her head with a pan, but whatever

"I have somewhere to go. You won't miss me too much, won't ya, sugarbug?"

Scoffing, you only took the bowl of kiwis from her hands, along with the soon, and you gestured for her to get going

"Independent much?. Yeah, that's my girl. Take your dirty clothes back to your house, my washing machine is broken"

"Must be because of all the adjustments you did to the poor thing...."

Standing up from her seat, Jinx gave you a final kiss on the forehead, petting your hair gently. And then she was out the door, probably to go wreak some havoc. Or so you thought

"So....You and Jinx, huh?"

"Hm?....Oh no, we're nothing like that"

Scoffing, Vi proceeded to scrub the plage clean, muttering words to herself. Jinx wasn't out to wreak havoc, she was going to the store, to buy.......certain items for you

And Vi, was forced to fake an ankle injury, to stay home and make sure you had no idea. It was your birthday after all. And much to her misfortune, Jinx tasked her of 'guarding' you to make sure you wouldn't accidentally find out about her fabulous mission

Standing up from your seat, you went over and handed the bowl to Vi, laughing at her displeased face that you're making her wash the dishes in your house. After laughing in her face, literally, you went back to your room to rest up

________

Frantically spamming the car horn, Jinx began yelling curses at the truck driver who was stupidly blocking the damned pathway

"I swear to every hexgate. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T MOVE THAT TRUCK!"

Grunting in frustration, she slammed her feet on the pedals, and drove quicker than the speed limit. She had to buy those gifts on time, or else the entire surprise would be busted

Jinx had planned a very big surprise, one that would (hopefully) make you blow you mind. She's confident enough (she's not) to pull it off.

The plan was simple. Get you stuck in her house, with Vi taking guard, while Caitlyn and her goons set up your house from the celebration, and Jinx was in charge of course, with the gifts. Caitlyn insisted she handled the food, and since you have taken a liking to rich people dietary, she had reluctantly agreed, for your sake

Jayce and Viktor were coming back in town to join in, after their Science exhibition competition. While Sevika babysits Isha for the time being

The moment you come home, and switch on the lights, everyone was going to yell surprise, and well surprise you. And after mingling with the others, Jinx will take you to a celebration, exclusively for the two of you

"Fucking finally"

Aggressively slamming the car door, Jinx speed walked to the store, already listing out all the things she needed to buy for you. It was a busy week, and although it's a shameful confession, she was unable to make time to prepare for your birthday.

Snacks for your date later, gift wrappers, a fucking candle because the one for your cake was snapped like twig when Maddie put it down. A few candies for Isha as peace offering since she plans on celebrating with only the two of you, Isha herself excluded

Spray paint, she has to decorate your date spot, paint in a can, because her studio ran out, after the art competition she joined a few days ago, and finally, a lollipop for a final touch. She loves them

"That would be 45.09 $, maam"

Handing the woman her card, Jinx bit her lip in anticipation, she watched the cashier, agonizingly swipe it with such slow speed, she nearly choked her. But then, her wild imagination was cut off, when the card she handed out declined. Oh. For. Fucks. Sake

"Oh, sorry, that must be my sister's. Haven't thrown it away yet since she died"

Giving the cashier Vi's card, Jinx backed up her lie by taking the card that was originally hers from the cashier's hands, and longingly stroked it with a sad sigh. The cashier, stupidly enough, bought the story, and swiped Vi's card.

By the love of luck, it worked, and Jinx was able to leave the store with all the necessities in hand. She mentally thanked Caitlyn for keeping that card loaded, even though she would never thank the Piltovan in person

Why did she have Vi's card you ask?. Well that is a story meant for another day

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"You sure you aren't dating?"

"No, Vi, we're not"

"Cuz' I remember Jinx referring to you as her 'girfriend' "

"Must've been a mistake"

Smiling at Vi, the older woman couldn't help but feel annoyed that you couldn't get the fucking hint. Jinx thinks you're dating!, snap out of it!

The redhead would love to curse you out right now, but she didn't want Jinx to get upset and blame it on Caitlyn again. And bombed her house, again

She remembered there was even a time when Jinx threatened Caitlyn's life, along with her family's if she keeps on visiting Vi's house. Like the two weren't lovers

But because of your hold to Jinx, you easily convinced the girl that Vi is old enough to have people over, and that it's not right to dictate the flow of her older sister's life. Caitlyn was still suspicious to Jinx though, a major red flag

Suddenly, Vi's waki taki beeped, and Maddie's voice could be heard, thankfully you went upstairs to wash up, and didn't hear it. Yes they had waki takis, and yes it was all because of Jinx. Baby girl literally wanted this celebration to be perfect, she went all out just for you

"Vi, the house is ready, but Jinx isn't here yet"

"Must be the traffic. Don't worry, Y/n is taking her precious time, washing up and packing her dirty clothes"

"Copy"

And with that, a static rang, and the conversation was cut off. They sure are taking this surprise seriously. How Vi wishes she could help out, and not just guard you. Hey, she doesn't hate you, but she would love to watch Cait cook, hugging her from behind and everything

"Hey Vi, do you mind calling Jinx?, just wanna ask her something. My phone's dead"

"Sure"

Ringing up Jinx on the phone, Vi handed it to you, and after thanking her, you went back up to Jinx's bedroom. Drumming her fingers on her thigh, Vi thought back about the plan. Her duty, how she's supposed to make sure you wouldn't find out about the secret party, and everything

But wait.....

Wait....

What if Jinx answers and she thinks it's Vi, and then the whole plan gets busted?!

Rushing up the stairs, Vi slammed the door open, only to find you laughing in the call, while brushing your hair in the mirror. It seems Jinx caught up quick and realized it was you, thank goodness

"Yes, I found it......Alright, bye. Mhm. I'll give the phone back to Vi now"

Turning to the door, you were shocked when you saw Vi, standing there like a creep. Giving the phone back to Vi, she gave you a curt nod before closing the door, gently this time. It was a puzzle to Vi, how you did not hear her slam it open, but hey, saved her the trouble

"I'm done packing up, I gotta go now. See ya Vi"

In a surge of panic, Vi yelped, holding your wrist tightly between her fingers. She can't let you leave, that destroys the whole celebration. She has to keep you here until Jinx says so

"You........can't leave"

"Uhm why?. I already cleaned up, don't worry"

"No, uh. It's uhmm...Jinx told me she wanted you to uhm...To..."

"To what, Vi?"

"To...... replace the sheets...?"

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"Replace the sheets in her room....cuz you made a mess out of it"

Burning red, you stuttered out words, before rushing back upstairs to Jinx's bedroom. The fact that you immediately left without question, made Vi's face burn up as well. Jinx. Former Powder. Her baby sister....?

HER BABY SISTER ALREADY BANGED SOMEONE!!!

Now Vi doesn't know whether or not she should be proud. Jinx is an adult. And she can decide what she does. But it was weird to think that her baby sister is no longer innocent. How she misses the oh so ignorant baby Powder

She could hear you shuffling from Jinx's bedroom upstairs, and that made Vi panic. What if you finish way too early?, she's gonna have to think of something else to stall you.

____

Jinx sped up, and drove to your house. Seeing as the Piltover sheriff's car is still parked outside, she can only assume they haven't finished yet. But as she opened the door, she could see Caitlyn admiring the place, with Maddie on her side.

"How's it goin'?"

Turning to face the blue haired girl, Caitlyn smiled and straightened her back. She always did have thus mannerism where she fixes up immediately when addressed

"Everything is ready. Here, I'll help you wrap those—"

"No. If you're finished, get out and assist Vi"

At her resistance, Caitlyn could only sigh. Gesturing for Maddie, the two left, leaving Jinx to frown at the too-neat arrangement they did.

Well good thing she brought paint right?. Time to jinxify this awful place

Bringing out the stuff she bought, Jinx smirked at cans of paint she brought out of her pockets. Yes she shoplifted, and don't act like you've never done it before. She did it to save money. Vi's money

"Ugh. Those Pilties seriously lack taste!"

And with that, the whole house was smeared in neon paint, glitter, and a few charms she made out of scrap. But don't worry, she made sure not to stain anything, she merely blotched paint on the ridiculous gold decor Caitlyn put up

Putting the waki tali close to her lips, Jinx couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't a cocky kind of smirk, it was excited, but nervous. This whole plan was making her nervous

"Get the guests in, we're done here"

________

"Uhm. Why exactly do we need to rush back to my house, Vi?"

"We're not rushing...uhh....My friends are gonna come over at Jinx's for a gamenight. Thought I'd bring you home first before they barge in"

"Oh, okay"

Adjusting your seatbelt, you watched Vi literally stutter the key into the keyhole to start the car. What was making her so nervous?

"Uhm....Are you okay?"

"Yeah!. Yeah, just....."

Finally fitting the key, Vi started the car, stepping on the gas with rush. Jinx was fucking mad, way too excited to wait for Vi. And the blue haired girl threatened that she will plant drugs in Caitlyn's manor and tip to the cops if they didn't get there quick

She wasn't scared of Jinx. She was scared of Caitlyn, and the fact that it has been months since the two blue heads last fought. Vi was relieved then, but now she had to give everything in her soul to keep that constant

"Stupid fucking traffic..."

After nearly half an hour of honking out her road rage, Vi was finally able to pull up by your garage. No cars on sight, to not raise suspicion that here were people in your home boutta scare the fuck out of you

"Go on inside. I'll carry your stuff"

Only giving her a puzzled side eye, you went to your door, opening it with the keys, and kicking your shoes off and setting them aside.

As you approached the light switch, you swore you heard shushing sounds, but you brushed it off, and reached for the switch instead. Flicking it up, you were surprised when a synchronous shout of 'Happy Birthday!' was heard. Along with the pop of the confetti bombs that rung in the air

"Oh fuck—!......You guys scared me!!"

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of a birthday cake being held by none other than Jinx herself. She was smiling ear to ear, almost more excited than you were

Everyone was here. Caitlyn, the Maddie bitch who bullied you in highschool but eventually reconciled with, Jayce and his beloved partner, Viktor. Claggor, Mylo, Silco who looked like he worked for 24 hours, Vander who had an arm hooked around Silco's shoulders. Isha, Sevika, Mel, Lest. Literally everyone

Isha walked up to you first, with a shy smile, and a messily wrapped purple gift in her small hands. Thanking the little sweetheart, you crouched down and kissed her forehead, to which she hugged you with a happy hum

Sevika gave you a nod with a small smile, you two learned to get along before she had with Jinx, and that really helped out their relationship a big lot. Mel greeted you elegantly, handing you a neat gift with golden wrapper. Silco weirdly enough told you he gave you his 'blessing', but you smiled and thanked him anyway despite not knowing what he meant

Vander told you the same thing too, even shaking your hand like a proud dad. Jayce and Viktor handed you a gift that was supposedly made by the two of them, specifically for you. Claggor gave you a stapled paper bag, and apologised that he couldn't wrap it properly since he didn't know how. But the thought enough was sweet

Mylo, much like Vander, weirdly told you he gives you his blessing, and handed you a circular brooch that held the words; Y/n Lane. It was their family surname, and that made you laugh

"Mylo, I'm not your sister!"

"You're my sister-in-law though"

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that"

"Nothing!, you should go to Jinx now. She looks pretty lonely"

Confused, your eyes searched for Jinx. And there she was, still holding the cake in her hands, with her eyes lingering on you. Giggling, you ran up to her, making her Yelp and hold the cake with one hand, while the other held your waist in a hug

"Woah!, easy there, bunny!. You're gonna smash your own cake!"

Giving her a shameless kiss on the cheek, you hugged her again. Jinx only smiled, placing her hand higher up, til it reached the back of your head, and stroked your hair. Everything went according to plan. Good

"Alright, Y/n. Let's blow out those candles!"

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After eating together, the others left, but Vi and Isha slept in. It was midnight now, you and Jinx were comfortably situated in the kitchen, giggling like idiots while you tried to follow the instructions on a cookbook on how to make pizza

Jinx's face was covered in flour, and yours were covered in tomato sauce. After fooling around for a bit, you were now seated on the kitchen top, while Jinx leaned on the sink across from you.

"Should I open it now?"

"I mean, if you opened it tomorrow, it wouldn't have been a birthday gift anymore, right?"

Taking her point, you slowly unwrapped the gift that Isha had given you. It had too much tape on some sides, but none on the others. You suspected Sevika must've helped her wrap it, being the gentle one-handed aunt she was

Gasping, you were met with a framed drawing of Isha, you and Jinx holding hands. It was drawn with crayons, and it had details too. Grass, trees, butterflies, and oddly shaped flowers too. And above each drawing of a person, she wrote names.

Isha, Mom, and Mama

So cute. But it made you think, since she believed you were her mama, did that mean?. Nah, it can't be, Jinx clearly isn't interested in stuff like that. She was just flirty, and touchy, but that's it

"She thinks I'm her mama. And you too. We're her mom's now?"

Laughing it off, you were silenced when Jinx looked at you like you had said something absurd

"Aren't we?"

"What?"

"Aren't we technically her moms?"

"We'd have to be together, Jinx"

"But we are...."

Puzzled, you parted your lips to speak, but nothing came out. What does she mean? You were together?. Since when?

"Since when..?"

"What?"

"Jinx, we're not together.....You never asked me"

"But we hug, and kiss!, fuck, we even sleep on the same bed sometimes!"

"Yeah, but we don't say 'I love you', or kiss on the lips!...Besides you never asked me"

"I thought.... I though it was us"

"Well.....haha..uhm...that's awkward"

Scratching your neck awkwardly, you avoided eye contact with Jinx. She looked upset. You didn't mean to make her upset, it's just that she had never asked you

"I think...I think I should head to bed now"

"Wait!....Before that...I have something to show you"

Finally looking at her, you watched her walk stiffly to the door, before looking at you and beckoning for you to follow her. Deciding to screw it all, you did, and she opened her car door for you, straight on the front seat

Getting in herself, Jinx didn't say a word, she just drove. And after a few minutes of awkwardly pretending that you were interested in the window, she finally came to stop, and got out to open the door for you

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise"

Jinx held her hand out for you to hold, but what caught your attention the most was the tender smile laying on her lips. Like you hadn't technically just rejected her earlier.

Taking her hand in yours, you squeezed it, and got out, closing your eyes like she told you. You felt Jinx guide you, until your feet made shuffling noises on the floor like you were walking on plants. She also constantly changed you direction, like she was avoiding trees. Where on Earth were you two going?

"Alright, we're here. Keep your eyes closed until I say so, Kay?"

With her words, you felt her touch on you leave, and her footsteps faded in the distance, but it was still there.

"Alright, open up!"

Opening your eyes, you had barely made them adjust in the dark, before a lever was pulled and lights burned bright. That's where you saw it, the old amusement park where you had first met Jinx. Unfortunately it was closed off after a while, and was abandoned in the forest

But now here it was, whirring with life, like it did back then. Jinx walked back to you, and linked your arms together, smiling at the awestruck expression on your face.

"So... Which ride we going on first?"

After two hours of filing around the system of the park, you and Jinx took the best for last. The ferris wheel. It wasn't fancy, and it didn't have roives like the ones in the big parks. But it was high enough to reach the top of the trees

"Trust me, the sunrise is gonna look awesome"

Giggling along with her, you placed your head on her shoulder. She didn't even tense up, didn't even flinch away

"You know....We can be together. If you ask me"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Looking at the sun in the distance, you waited for Jinx to respond. But she was silent, like she was thinking about something, contemplating something

"If I ask you now, would you say yes?"

"Only if you ask me"

Humming, Jinx held up your chin, and tilted it to make you look at her. She was so close. If you leaned in now, you could kiss her

"Then....Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to"

Placing your lips on hers, you felt Jinx let out a satisfied sigh against your lips, before she pushed back, and deepened the kiss. You were expecting it to be brief, and shy. But Jinx is anything but shy, instead, she placed hand in the back of your head and pulled you closer, damn near burying her tongue in your throat

Your precious moment was then cut off, when Jinx's phone rang. Pulling away, she cursed and smiled at you apologetically, to which you told her that was okay. Answering the call, you held her hand while her other held the phone by her ear

"What, Vi?"

And loudly, you heard Vi yell at the call...

"YOU LEFT THE DAMN OVEN ON!"

Wassup everyone!, Mallow returns!!. Anyway, Happy Birthday @jinxificada , and I wanna thank you for this fest. THIS MADE MY MONTH I SWEAR. Hope you like it! I made it too cheesy for me to read, so I hope it turns out good!

Mallow out!!

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinxfest #wlw #arcane jinx #fluff #fluffy #arcane fluff #yap yap yap #mallow

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doeidawn · 7 months ago

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doeidawn's kinkmas day eight ❆ spanking

KINKMAS 2024 | PREVIOUS DAY | NEXT DAY

a little mishap at the company christmas party has you subjected to punishment—directly from the hand of your boss. 2.9k

❆ pairing: boss!price x assistant!fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; inappropriate workplace conduct; slight dom/sub dynamic (use of "sir"); spanking (obviously); fingering

Working as the assistant to the head of one of the biggest companies in England invited stress that few could understand. Add in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, and that stress increased tenfold. Then add in a Christmas party that said corporate head expects you to both organize and attend on top of your regular holiday duties, and the stress might give you a heart attack before the week ends.

It was a miracle that the whole thing managed to go as smoothly as it did. The decorations turned out good, everyone was pleasantly surprised by the secret Santa turnout, and the food was nice. Even the most introverted interns stopped by to chat. By all measures, it was a success. Which meant your boss would happily wear the success and (hopefully) give you a nice bonus for all the hard work.

Until the celebration started to wind down and you spilled nearly half of your wine onto him. Onto his very nice and no-doubt-expensive dress shirt—a white one, at that. You could hear the notice of termination being typed up as soon as you realized who you had bumped into.

Ever the charmer, he took it like a champ in front of the gaggle of people. Not for your own sake, you imagine; the man had to save face in front of his employees whether it was your fault or not. Still, that didn’t stop you from feeling positively mortified. Cursing yourself for even pouring a drink when you should’ve been making sure everything stayed perfect. So much for a little alcohol to alleviate the mountain of stress on your shoulders.

Everyone else seemed to forget about it rather quickly. And as the festivities died down and people started to filter out, there was no unwanted attention brought your way. But, seeing as the party was your responsibility in the first place, you knew you’d have to stay after and clean up. The few moments alone would’ve been nice…if only you truly were alone.

You couldn’t be mad at John for being a good boss. He stayed over nearly every damn day, worked later than most just to make sure things turned out right. He showed up to the office party because he cared about his employees. Surely you couldn’t damn him for that. But when he sidled past you with a quick “can I see you in my office real quick?” in your ear, you wished he were the careless type to leave early and forget that you even existed.

You wasted as much time as possible just to avoid seeing him. Mingled with every last person who hung around until they had no excuse left to stay. You tidied up counters and swept the floor best you could. You figured maybe you could walk someone to their car and get yourself out of a reprimand that way. Alas, you realized that it wouldn’t be a good look if the assistant didn’t fulfill all of her boss’s requests.

You stand outside the door to his office for a good minute, just staring at the wood before you. You’re fully prepared to be scolded. To be ridiculed and belittled and insulted. Not that John had ever done that before—he wasn’t the type to act that way—but you felt so worthless that you figured he might as well.

Mustering the last of your courage and a hint of apathy, you knock on the door. When you hear his voice invite you in, you hesitate before turning the knob and slinking in. It wasn’t a conscious choice to move slow; it was like you wanted to make yourself seem small and meek as if it’d convince him to take pity on you.

There he was at his desk, pushing a paper to the side in favor of looking your way. The blotch of red wine staining his shirt was painfully obvious. You silently prayed for whatever washing machine would get overworked trying to clean it out.

“You look terrified.” John’s voice cuts through the silence and nearly startles you. You hadn’t even realized how tense your shoulders were. “Everythin’ alright?”

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. “I…I dunno, sir. Is everything alright?”

“Just fine. The party was nice. Very well done.” He leans back in his chair and you cringe when more of that wine stain comes into view. It almost felt like he was taunting you with it. “Though I shouldn’t expect anythin’ less from you.”

You nod, more out of relief than agreement with his statement. Muttering a small “thank you”, you shift awkwardly on your feet. You expected a scolding, but he was pleasantly warm. There was no anger or upset in his eyes. He didn’t even seem disappointed.

“What’s wrong?”

The question is surprising, but it’s the tone of sincere curiosity that bewilders you. Not annoyance, or inconvenience. He wanted to know what was wrong, wholeheartedly. It takes you a minute to swallow your pride and give him a half-assed shrug.

“Nothing, sir. Just…stressed, is all.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was probably the mildest way to say you were frustrated and tense and angry and just about every other feasible human emotion.

John makes a sound at that. He shifts in his chair, inching it back from his desk. “‘Course you are. You poor thing…I’ve asked a lot of you lately, haven’t I?” You didn’t know if the smart thing was to agree or deny, but you wanted to sigh with relief that he finally seemed to notice. “That's not very fair of me, huh?”

Did he want you to agree? You decide not to chance it. Instead, you stare at your feet like they’ve become the most interesting thing in the world. Anything felt better than looking him in the eye right now.

“So, what do you do with all that stress? How d’you manage it, I mean?”

It was a miracle he thought you handled it at all. If you came off well-put together, it certainly didn’t reflect the worry that consumed your private life. “I…don’t, really. I just sort of deal with it, I suppose.”

He snorts, an amused shake of his head. “Well, that’s not very healthy, is it?” Definitely not. But he didn’t know the half of it. “Someone ought to help you manage that stress. I can’t have my assistant on edge all the time.”

Unless he planned on including therapy in your benefits, you didn’t see that working out any time soon. You give him a tight-lipped smile, awkwardly nodding along. Was this what he wanted to talk about..? Scolding you for being stressed was certainly preferable to bringing up your blunder at the party, but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable with it.

“C’mere,” he beckons you closer with a gesture and a cock of his head. You take a few hesitant steps towards his desk, but he grumbles and gestures again. “Closer. Get over here.”

You freeze for a moment before complying. Why John could possibly want you so close was unknown to you, and your slow steps betrayed your hesitance. You stopped when you stood just before him, mere inches away from his body. It wasn’t unlike him to get close—he seemed to like crowding you—but it felt different this time.

“Listen,” he starts, reaching out to rest a hand on your waist. “I need you at your best. Your job is very important, and I can’t accept anything less than perfect.” You don’t even notice the slight nod of your head. It was a reflexive response to agree with him, even if it meant agreeing to your own faults. His heavy palm slides down to your hip, squeezing you gently. “And if you don’t give me your best, consequences are in order.”

Your heart sinks. You expect him to dock your pay or pile on ten extra responsibilities to your work load—something that’ll make you feel even worse, no doubt. But when he looks up at you, there’s no sincerity or disappointment in his eyes. Instead, there’s something…eager. Almost like he’s excited when he starts to speak again.

“Seein’ as you’re my assistant, I think a heavy handed approach should suffice.” He squeezes your hip to further his emphasis as he leans forward. He’s so close you can feel his breath against your waist, his lips nearly brushing against you. “Somethin’ a little more personal.”

Oh.

You swallow thickly, your heart beating so hard you fear it might burst out of your chest. Too many emotions conflicted with each other—relief that he wasn’t angry, worried about the implications, excited that he’s propositioned you. It wasn’t rare that you got a little excited thinking about John. He was an attractive man, and the authority only added to the appeal.

HR be damned, you’d think yourself a fool if you never took the offer. “Whatever you think is best, sir.” You didn’t intend for your voice to sound so breathy and coy, but you didn’t fight it. You rest a hand on his shoulder, gripping his shirt tight when his hand suddenly moves to grope your ass.

“Oh, I know what’s best for my assistant." He leans back, his hands falling away from your body in a movement that almost makes you whine at the loss. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt before patting his thigh invitingly. “She needs bent over and taught about consequences, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The word comes out in a squeak before you can stop yourself. One last look in his eyes and you were ready to give him whatever he wanted.

Taking his implication as your instruction, you bend yourself over his lap, bracing your hands on his thigh once you’re in place. You can hear your own heartbeat, pounding in your head and mingling with every thought telling you this is a bad idea. But then you hear him groan and feel a heavy palm skirt along your back and every doubtful thought is drowned by something much more desperate.

“This is my favorite skirt of yours, you know that?” John mutters while splaying his thick fingers along your backside. Of course you knew he liked this one—he was never very subtle about it. It’s why you wore it to the party in the first place, only now you wish you’d wore something more flattering than a Christmas sweater to go with it.

He tugs your skirt up and over your ass without ceremony, scrunching it at your waist until you’re fully exposed. He runs a hand over your soft, pliant skin, squeezing just enough to see the fat spill over his fingers. You gasp at the rough touch but make no effort to move away. If anything, you find yourself arching into the needy movements.

Then, his hand pulls back and comes down in a sharp smack that takes your breath away. He groans again, watching your body recoil. “Yeah, this’ll do just fine.” He punctuates the thought with another spank. “We’ll see how many you can take before you learn your lesson.”

Another sharp smack of his palm makes you whine. You nod in agreement, but you don’t think he’s much concerned with your input at this point. Two more harsh spanks hit and you hiss when he runs his palm over the spot of impact. The dull sting already throbs under your flushed skin, aching more when he gropes your ass in a tight squeeze. The next spank draws a moan from your lips, the sharp impact sending an unexpected wave of pleasure directly between your legs.

John hooks a finger under the seam of your panties, pulling the fabric to expose more of your flushed skin. “You’re doin’ good, takin’ it well.”

You pause, waiting for a spank that never comes. “Thank you, sir,” you manage to stumble out.

Smack! You jerk at that, biting your lip to stifle a pathetic sound. “You know I’m not mad at you, right?” His movements are as soft as his voice, gently massaging the welt forming on your sensitive skin. “I can buy a hundred more shirts, but I can’t replace you. Certainly not when you’ve shown me how well you can take what I give you.” You whimper at the next sudden spank. “Such a good assistant for me, and I haven’t given you the break you deserve have I?”

You’re not quite sure what the right answer is, but you hesitantly shake your head. The next strike motivates you to verbalize your answer. “No, sir. I haven’t gotten a break.”

“You poor thing…” You barely notice the movement of his hand as it slides off of your battered skin. It’s not until he slides his fingers over the center of your panties that you react, gasping at the sudden (and much needed) pressure. You hadn’t even realized how wet you’d gotten, and judging by his excited groan, neither had he. “You need a break from all that stress, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Pulling the sodden fabric to the side, John exposes your wet cunt and hums in satisfaction when he sees the slick glistening on your sensitive flesh. He grabs you on either side, using his fingers to spread you apart. One hand pulls back to spank your ass a final time, and he watches you clench at the impact. Two thick fingers run up and down your slit, gathering your wet arousal, before prodding at your entrance.

He sinks in with a groan and the sudden fullness takes your breath away. You curse and arch your back, rocking your hips onto his fingers. Your nails dig into his thighs, but he doesn’t seem to pay it much attention. He buries his fingers to the knuckle before pumping them in and out in a steady pace that makes your knees weak.

“Christ, love, you are tense. This cunt’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me.” His fingers press deep on each thrust, curled and angled just right to make you push against his intrusion. “Is this what you needed? Someone to stuff this pussy full?”

You hum a soft “mm-hmm” and nod your head. But John isn’t satisfied with that; his free hand comes down in a sharp spank that forces a surprised yelp from your lips. “Fuck—yes, sir,” you sputter.

“Yeah, you just need a proper fuck to keep you goin’ huh?” His free hand moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head back until he could see your face. “Fuck, I’ll keep you late every day, bend you over my desk and fuck you as much as you need. Is that what you want?”

Hearing him say it was one thing, but seeing those filthy words come from your boss’s mouth made you clench around his fingers. “Yes…yes, sir,” you pant, eyes wide and pleading as you look up at him. “W-want you to fuck me.”

“Fuckin’ hell…”

Your head lolls forward when he releases your jaw. His hand fucks into you rougher, quick and sharp pumps that make you keen, almost like he’s too impatient to keep going slow. He bullies that sensitive spot inside you until you start to tense and quiver on his lap. His heavy palm brushes over your welted skin, kneading your ass just to hear the whimpers it draws from you.

You hold onto his thigh, nails digging into his pants as you try to hold yourself steady. “J-John, m’gonna…fuck…” It’s near impossible to squeak out the words with the constant pressure filling your cunt.

“I know, love. You’re gonna cum for your boss, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm—”

“Yeah, gonna soak my fuckin’ lap with it? Make another mess on me?”

It sounded filthy when he put it like that. And while getting reminded of your embarrassing blunder at the Christmas party was the last thing you wanted to think about right now, you couldn’t deny that it certainly motivated you to make another mess. Especially when he was so eager for this one.

You couldn’t even form the words to properly warn him. You were sure he could tell by the tight pull of your slick walls around his fingers that you were toppling over that edge fast. Between his encouragement and the perfect fit of his digits, he was coaxing out all of your pent-up energy. And it hit you hard.

You were a quivering, dripping mess on his lap. Gushing around his fingers, clenching tight like you were trying to suck him in deeper. Your knees were so weak you weren’t sure you could stand back up. John slid his fingers out and delivered one final spank to your flushed skin. You think he mutters a soft ‘good girl’, but you find it hard to hear him properly as you catch your breath.

Raising off of his lap, you adjust your clothes and pull your skirt back into its proper position. Your legs are weak and your ass stings with every movement. You aren’t sure whether to thank him or apologize—so you settle for neither. The silence sits heavy in the room as you trudge to the door to take your leave. You could worry about facing him next week when you were alone, in the comfort of your home, and thinking straight.

Then, you hear him call out your name as soon as your hand touches the doorknob. You turn just enough to see his figure in your peripheral. Still sat with his legs spread and his sleeves rolled up, but now with a rather obvious hand palming himself through his pants. If you had any less restraint, you might’ve walked yourself back over to him.

“I’ll see you Monday, yeah?” You nod at the sound of his gruff voice. “Do me a favor n’ wear that skirt again, sweetheart.”

You smile, mainly to yourself. “Yes, sir.”

#doeidawn's kinkmas #clown writes #cod smut #cod x reader #call of duty #cod #captain john price #captain price smut #captain price x reader #price smut #cod price #john price #captain price #john price smut #john price x reader #john price cod

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notthesoup · 4 months ago

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For a fic request: how about easing Vander's tension after a bad day at The Last Drop? (gn/m reader)

PAIRING vander x gn!reader

TYPE oneshot

GENRE nsfw

SYNOPSIS reader takes care of Vander after a busy day

NOTES blowjob, biting, hickeys, slightly dom/sub but not really, only some aftercare bc both of y’all are tired, and overall really cute and horny. thanks for the request! first time writing smut, please be nice

It had been a long day for Vander. Although he didn’t have the morning shift at The Last Drop, you had to wake him up due to a mishap with the beer dispensers (neither you nor Gert, who was manning the bar, had the proper knowledge to fix whatever was wrong with the finicky machines). It shouldn't have happened; Vander had recently hired someone for maintenance on the machinery in the bar, which he thought was frustrating in and of itself because he could've easily done it himself if he just had the time to. But he was stretched thin, covering shifts for those who were sick with something or other. It was getting colder, and in the coming days it would snow -- you could smell it in the air. He was happy to give out paid sick days, but it meant being on his feet and working nonstop for the past week, as customers trickled in and out. So, Vander inhaled a deep breath at the crack of dawn, and rose out of bed to work again. He had checked everything on the beer dispensers, the temperature and the pressure source, but the problem lied within the tubing, which was pinched.

"Maintenance guy must've jumbled it," he grumbles under his breath. Gert, who was wiping down the counters (night shift didn't do a good job, you note)(who was on night shift again?), was too far away to hear, but you did.

"S'alright love," you say, coming around the corner as he stands up, finished with the tubes, "go wash your hands and get back to bed, I can take it from here." He looks at you fondly, but sighs.

"No, I won't be able to fall back asleep. It's fine," he says before you can protest, "could you go take a look at our inventory lists?" He looks to Gert, with a rag still in her hand, "and find out who was on night shift, yeah? I'd like a word."

"Sure thing Vander," you kiss his temple and leave to complete your tasks and usual paperwork.

By the time the last customer left and the last tasks of the day completed, Vander was dead on his feet, at once restless and tired to the bone. He felt a tad disoriented; famished, but food didn't sound appetizing. Sleepy, but his mind couldn't stop whirling.

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Throughout the day as you were doing menial paperwork (double checking inventory, budgeting, and the like), you were also keeping an eye on the kids. Vi had eventually taken Powder, Mylo, and Claggor to the old arcade for a few hours, which left you with enough time to run errands to restock the kitchen. They’d be having a sleepover with Ekko, Benzo knowing the two of you desperately need a break. After sorting some things out in the storage room, you gently shut the door and lean your head on the cold wood.

"Long day?" Vander says quietly, though still startling you. "Sorry sorry," he sets a hand on your shoulder.

"Not your fault," you walk with him downstairs back to the bar, "just, jittery, I guess. Busy day." He nods in agreement. He makes his way around the empty bar to pour you a drink, but you place a hand on his arm, stilling him before he reaches the other side of the counter. His arm is warm against your palm.

"I might've had a long day, but you look like you're about to keel over, Vander. I'll handle the drinks."

"Thanks love," he looks at you fondly, nodding.

"Of course, any time," and then proceed to pour two glasses of apple juice from the mini fridge under the counter. He raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say, 'really?' You only wink in response, clinking your cup to his once it's in his hands.

"Here's to another successful. And for the new hire to not work the night shift again until things here calm down," you chuckle, and he laughs. Vander sips the juice and sighs thoughtfully, the cider sweet on his tongue. You come around the counter to sit on a stool beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. You lean in to kiss his cheek, his beard scratchy against your skin.

"Missed you today," he says, tilting his head at you.

"You miss me always," you flick his shoulder and half-heartedly roll your eyes. He hums in response, smiling. The two of you sit like this for a while, content with basking in the silence of each other's company. The sun outside is going down, the streets growing quieter. You both had closed the store a few minutes ago, knowing that Benzo had a spare key and would drop the kids off in an hour or two.

As the ice cubes slowly melt in your cups, you occasionally look over at him, taking in familiar details. White is starting to creep into Vander’s hair, and laugh lines crinkle at the sides of his eyes. You've been with him for many years now, and know some of those lines are there because of you, with the amount you make him laugh. Your heart swells at the thought that your presence in his life was enough to settle into his features; it makes you feel almost possessive. Subconsciously biting your lip, you try to hide a blush, but you can feel the heat concentrated on your face, pooling on your cheeks.

When he notices, he laughs, a giddy feeling in his chest. "What's 'a matter, hun?"

You rest your chin on your hand, shaking your head. "Nothing nothing. You’re just handsome, is all.”

“Oh that’s all, is it?” He hums, grinning.

“That went straight to your ego didn’t it,” you joke, rolling your eyes. He’s staring at you, a dumbstruck smile on his face.

“Maybe,” he says, as you get up to put your two cups in the sink. You could clean them later, you think to yourself. You two need to head upstairs and get ready for bed.

Taking Vander’s hand, you lead him up the steps to your shared bedroom. It’s not the most spacious, but the two of you make it work. Besides, you’d be lying if you said that the chaotic mix of your belongings didn’t bring you comfort.

After entering the room, you gently push him to sit at the edge of the bed. He’s eager to place his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him, trying to get your belt undone. Although he’s enthusiastic, you can tell he’s still somewhat tired from the events of the day. You push back on his chest a bit with your hands, shaking your head a bit. “Tonight’s about you, love.”

Vander tilts his head, whispering a soft “oh.”

And with that you tip his head back with a single finger, lovingly kissing him. Your lips are chapped but he doesn’t seem to mind. His beard tickles as your face. You break the kiss to lead a line down his neck, heart thumping loudly in your ears. Even after all these years, he still makes you thrilled. After helping him out of his shirt, you bite at his chest, along his ribs. You continue until you’re kneeling, looking up to find him basking at the sight of you. Vander looks almost drunk, his pupils wide. You unclasp his belt in a practiced movement, one handed.

“Cocky bastard.”

“You love me for it.”

Vander huffs in response, fighting back a smile. You tap his thigh twice and he quickly lifts his hips so you can slide his pants off, his half-hard dick catching on the waistband. You leave his gray boxers on and he looks from them to you confusedly. You almost giggle, “patience.” He huffs again, decidedly impatient.

You lean your head down, leaving trails of kisses along his inner thighs. Vander weaves his fingers through your hair, finding gentle purchase. You trace a nail under the outline of his cock, but otherwise concentrate on his thighs. His breathing is heavy, but you don’t have him begging yet. You start to leave open mouthed kisses, which quickly turns to biting and sucking, his skin left red with fresh hickeys.

Vander grunts out a plea, so you lean back to admire your handiwork. He lets out a breath he was holding, and you notice his boxers stained with precum, his cock straining against the fabric.

“You poor thing,” you say, massaging his sore thighs, “worked so hard all day, and you’re being so good for me right now.” He almost whines. Almost. You lick at his tip, the fabric wet against your tongue. He lets out a low moan, hand going still against your hair. You keen, prideful.

“Please,” he rasps. You don’t even have to him tap twice before Vander bucks his hips, inviting you to slide off his boxers. You oblige, slipping them off slowly, sensually, until they’re pooling by his ankles. You take one more look at him to find he’s been staring at you, eyes half lidded and reverent. You cheekily blow air at his dick. He curses at the sensation.

“Please.” Vander’s voice is low and raspy as he says your name, his chest heaving with every breath. With that, you trace your tongue up the slit of his tip, enjoying his reactions immensely. He comes apart so easily under your touch, and it’s at this point you realize you yourself are soaking wet. You want to grind against the floor but remain singleminded in your plan to satisfy him, to bring him relief after his work today. Today is about Vander, you remind yourself. He deserves this.

You slowly take the length of him into your mouth, feeling the way he twitches against you, his veins hot against your tongue. He’s girthy, and you don’t have much room to move your jaw, but do the best you can to deep throat him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps.

He’s careful not to thrust into your mouth, but it’s a near thing. You stop moving, Vander’s hand caressing your face. Slowly sliding off until you’re able to swirl your tongue around the top of his cock, he moans your name again, loudly.

You start pumping his shaft with your hand, up and down, up and down, while you focus your tongue around his sensitive tip. He won’t last long like this, you know, his thighs holding your head in place, so you suddenly stop your movements again. Vander gasps, looking back at you, his mouth agape. “Why’d you stop?”

You stand up for a second, pressing your mouths together, making him taste himself on his tongue.

“Missed you,” you say between kisses.

“You always miss me,” he parrots back. The two of you are blushing profusely, your ears burning, his face and shoulders a gradient of pink.

“Shut up,” you grin. The ‘make me’ is left unsaid, but settles over your shared room like a blanket. You go back to your knees in response. This time, Vander grips your hair a little harder, breathes a little heavier. You’re on him in a heartbeat, spending no more time with your back and forth. You need him, in your mouth, gasping your name out like a prayer.

Vander curls his back in as you blow him, your head bobbing back and forth against his cock rapidly, hands twisting whatever doesn’t fit into your wet mouth. At first, he thrusts occasionally, but soon he loses himself against your touch. You can feel yourself starting to lose your breath, and his hips moving faster, starting to falter. You moan at the knowledge of his unravelling, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure down his shaft. Slick wet sounds reverberate against the walls of the room, joined with the sounds of his grunts and incoherent words.

Soon enough, something tightens, a chord snaps, and Vander barely chokes out a warning before he’s cumming down your throat. You pump him a few more times before taking him out of your mouth with a wet pop. His head is clearly swimming but he’s still looking at you, always at you, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. In this moment, you can tell that nothing else in the world exists to him.

Maintaining glossy eye contact, you swallow hard. Vander opens his mouth as if to say something, but only manages a whimper. Laying a soft kiss against his thigh, you reach for a hand towel you keep in the bedside drawer, and begin to gently wipe him off. He shudders, still very sensitive, and you slow your movements. Vander blinks, taking the sight of you properly in. Your hair’s a mess, skin sweaty, clothes ruffed up and rumpled. He brings a hand to your own and guides the towel to the side of your mouth, swiping at a spot of cum you didn’t realize was there. “Love, what are you — oh,” and begin to laugh.

Dropping the rag, Vander leans down to kiss you. He bites at your lip, but you pull away and shake your head.

“Tomorrow,” you say as you go to turn off the lights. He’s in bed by the time you turn back around. Curling up against him, he whispers back to you, a promise.

“Tomorrow.”

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#bells ring #bells.nsfw #vander #vander x reader #vander fanfic #vander arcane #arcane #inbox #anon #chat I think I cooked with this one #first time writing smut tho please be nice tyyyy

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xaviers-star-tassel · 1 year ago

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⭐️ sleep, i’m here

✦ pairing: xavier / gn!reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ warnings: hopefully, none

✦ word count: 1.6k words

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ: you’ve recently had troubles falling asleep. luckily, your sleepy neighbor and partner is there to help

⋆˙ ✦ note: this is my first ever fic that i uploaded, so it might not be perfect! i may or may not upload more in the future, depends on how well this will do. i have to thank my friend for finally giving me the kick to actually upload this, because i would probably never post this if it weren’t for them

another sleepless night. turn after turn, no matter what you did, you just couldn’t turn your mind off. it had been like this for over a week. eyes droopy, skin sickly paler than usual. you were a mess with the darkest circles under your eyes.

you couldn’t even think straight. with how tired you were, your performance during missions got sloppy. mistakes, mishaps, injuries. things that were usually rare in your case, were now a daily part of your work. your skin was covered in cuts and bruises, making each squirm against the soft mattress painful.

whenever someone asked if you were doing well, you mustered up the speckle of energy to cover up the exhaustion pulsing within every particle of your body. others seemed to brush it off, even tara asked about your well being less frequently. though, unbeknownst to you, there was one person who was keeping an eye on you, even more than before.

that someone was none other than your partner and neighbor—xavier.

since he was always making sure you were safe, you didn’t particularly found his concern strange. it was nothing out of the ordinary, at least that was how it seemed to you. perhaps it was your sleep deprived mind, because you seemed to be utterly blind to his actions.

whenever your head was close to bumping a corner of your desk when you dropped your pen, his hand was quick to cover it. when you couldn’t keep your eyes open while filing documents, he secretly left a cup of coffee on your desk. your tired mind was making you believe you were slowly losing it at the sight of freshly brewed coffee, as bitter as possible to give you the energetic kick you need. bitter like the one from xavier’s brewing machine, you always thought to yourself as you took a sip, then cringed at the taste.

as you continued to restlessly lie on your bed, not even a blink of sleep coming to you, you tossed your blanket aside to sit up. your eyelids were heavy and sight blurry as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes. you wanted to cry, but you were tired even for that.

oh, how you wanted to steal at least a little of xavier’s drowsiness at that moment. you were sure that your neighbor was now sleeping soundly, while you were suffering in the darkness of your bedroom.

when you dropped yourself back onto the mattress, a sudden ring of your phone tore you away from a total breakdown. without looking, you picked your phone up. your eyes slowly adjusted to the light upon turning it on, and you were met with a message from xavier. huh, speak of the devil.

xavier: Are U awake

you stared at the adorable bunny chat bubble for a good minute. in your astonishment, you didn’t even manage to get bothered by the capitalized ‘U’ in the middle of a sentence like you usually did. your thumbs slowly typed in a short ‘yes’ before sending it, surprising you once more at the speed he read it.

xavier: Come here. Ill leave the door open for U

was he really just inviting you to his place in the middle of the night? why was he not asleep? despite your confusion, you didn’t hesitate to take up on his offer. leaving the last text unanswered, you lazily got up from the bed. with the phone in your hand, and a pair of slippers on your feet, you made your way out of your apartment.

you walked quietly along the hallway, careful not to disturb the neighbors. since he lived on the floor above yours, you found it useless to wait for the elevator. somehow, the idea of seeing xavier fueled you with at least enough energy to walk up to his apartment on your own tired feet, and it took only a minute or two for you to stand before the door, which were in fact opened just for you.

you barged into xavier’s apartment with a quiet step, closing the door behind your back. when the lock clicked, the silver haired head poked out from behind the doorframe of his bedroom. he smiled upon seeing you, silently inviting you in.

with your eyes half closed, you waddled to him. every step you took suddenly felt heavy, as if your entire skeleton was made of steel. the short distance that was the hall of his apartment appeared to be endless to your aching body.

finally, you were standing next to him. your head dropped onto his shoulder, which was something you wouldn’t normally do without feeling flustered. but with how exhausted you were, you couldn’t care less as you closed the small gap between you.

“there you go,” he muttered into the crown of your head, lips pressed against your hair.

your only answer was a low grumble that vibrated from your chest. xavier wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you to his bed. he gently laid you on the left side of the mattress before crawling up to you.

you watched his every move. he made himself comfortable on his side to face you, one arm bent under his head and the other propped against your waist.

the dim light radiating from the lamp behind you illuminated his face, letting you see the worried expression on his face. he studied your features without uttering a word, his warm breath caressing your cheeks. reaching his arm up, he cupped your face. the pad of his thumb rubbed the deep dark circles underneath your eyes, his touch careful and gentle.

“why didn’t you tell me anything?” he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

you let out a sigh, pressing your cheek against his calloused palm. “i didn’t want to worry you.”

silent chuckle erupted from his throat as he shook his head. his hand slid down from your face back to your waist, expression no longer as tense as it was a second ago.

“you know i’d worry no matter what, right? after all, it was me who was making sure you wouldn’t hit your head against your desk whenever you dropped your pen,” he whispered with a smile.

this revelation had left you surprised. connecting the dots in your brain, all of the images appeared in a clear vision between your eyes. from the freshly brewed bitter coffee to the neat stack of documents that you left scattered on your desk the day before. it was all him. and only now were you realizing it.

“so i wasn’t going insane. thank goodness, i thought that my mind was playing tricks with me,” you joked meekly, huffing a laugh through your nose.

his eyes softened when he heard you laugh briefly, though deep down, he was still worried. how couldn’t he be worried? not once had he saved you from your potential doom while fighting off wanderers within the last few days.

“still, you should’ve told me,” he scolded you, though not very sternly. he didn’t have the heart to be hard on you when you looked like a distressed bundle of drowsiness.

you hummed in acknowledgment. guilt suddenly washed over you that you didn’t notice it sooner, but it was too late to cry over spilled milk.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, glancing into his eyes.

xavier took your hand in his, inspecting the scrapes and small cuts on your fingers and palm. he lifted the hand upwards, letting his lips graze over your knuckles.

“please, don’t apologize to me. you did nothing wrong,” he said softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “just… let me know in the future. i don’t want to see you like this.”

the caring tone made you feel slightly emotional, if only you realized sooner just how worried he was.

“i will, xavier. i promise,” you nodded, lips curling into a tired smile.

he extended his pinky finger toward you, smiling while doing so. “then let’s seal the deal. pinky promises shall never be broken.”

you chuckled at the silly gesture, but you complied anyway. your pinky fingers hooked together, holding them right under your chin. only then you realized how small the gap between your faces was. the tip of his nose was merely inches away from yours, his breath fanning over your skin.

your gaze flickered down to his pink lips, the sudden desire to kiss them bubbled within your chest. xavier noticed where you stared right away, making his ears turn faint red. as if he could read your mind, he slowly began to lean in. his deep blue eyes were focused on yours, closing them only after his lips touched yours.

he hummed in what seemed like relief as he melted into the kiss. the world suddenly fell completely still, the only thing that mattered was the tender moment you shared. xavier unhooked his pinky from yours to pull you closer to him, desperately wanting to feel your warmth.

the kiss only lasted a few seconds before you pulled away. thanks to the soft light of the lamp, you caught a glimpse of the reddish dust on his cheeks. you watched as he took a deep breath before relaxing his head against the fluffy pillow.

“let’s take a day off. you must catch up on sleep, even if you’ll sleep for a whole day,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering close.

“is that really okay?” you asked worriedly.

“yes, i’m sure others will understand. now sleep, i’m here for you,” he pressed a last kiss to your forehead before relaxing completely.

the comfort and the heat radiating from his body was slowly but surely lulling you to much needed sleep. letting out a small yawn, you pressed your forehead to his chest. your breathing pattern slowed down, signaling to xavier that you had fallen asleep.

“no matter what happens, i’ll always be there for you. that is my promise to you.”

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier #lads xavier #lads x reader #love and deepspace fanfiction #l&ds x reader #l&ds xavier #l&ds #otome game #xavier fluff

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mammalsofaction · 6 months ago

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Oh!!!! Thank you for the response!!! :) I will try not to spam you with asks though, but now I'm also curious to know some of your theories! Perry, Perryshmirtz, or general PnF related!

Yeeeeaaa, I noticed that a lot of stuff tends to be glossed over, both by Dan and Swampy. Even the characters themselves tend to hand wave stuff (prime example of this was when everyone but Candace refused to acknowledge how Perry could have come to Africa) 😆

I guess I wasn't sure if the replication machine was IN agent lairs. The way it's shown off, I kind of assumed it was at OWCA labs--- the analyser being their hats while the machine itself is in the lab type of deal. Although, your point about Perry having the highest level of clearance at the OWCA does imply that he could have just asked for this stuff to be installed in his lair, especially for Alpha level threats.

On the other hand, I'm iffy on whether OWCA knew about all of this. It's clear by the way Perry gives Phineas the key that Monogram doesn't know--- he waits for the call with MM to end to give the key to Phin and does so under the guise that he was following orders with no ulterior motives or intentions. Additionally, we know Perry isn't afraid to bend some rules (or break others) with him letting Stacy keep her memories, allowing Heinz his New Year victory, their BFF photos in his wallet, and saving those photos of himself and the boys.

So, I don't think it's too farfetched for Perry to set do all of this without directly involving the OWCA or even having his plan greenlit. But, it still leaves me wondering how he managed to do it. (As much as I would have loved the idea of Heinz helping, I do have to admit that it would have been too big of a risk for Perry to take. Even WITH the amnesia-inator being an option 😅)

Anyway, the whole scene where Phineas and Ferb go into Perry's Lair makes me SO goddamn emotional. Just... so bittersweet knowing that Perry can never truly tell them how he feels about them post-at2d because it'd mean being ripped away from them forever. Genuinely heartbreaking. And I won't lie, I definitely teared up seeing Phineas and Ferb come to the realization that Perry has always loved and trusted them, believing in them so thoroughly that he literally has them be the last line of defense for the whole world. It's a powerful moment and probably my all-time favorite scene from the movie 🥹

(Side note: I agree that Perry doesn't wholly trust the OWCA with Undercover Carl likely being the episode that kicked off this distrust. I'm now wondering if maybe we'll see more impact from this in the revival 👀)

Please forgive the STUPIDLY late response, ive had a lot on my plate and also i lost my first draft to this haha but still PLEASE spam away it gives me absolute life.

Actually yeah now that I think about it IS lowkey suspect about the key itself since, again, I'm pretty sure this is under the table and Heinz probably doesn't have anything to do with this. Perry does have some connections/blackmail though, with Monty (dating Vanessa), Pinky (close neighbour, different department, good with computers) and Carl DEFINITELY owes Perry with the amount of shit hes accidentally piled onto the Flynn Fletchers in his time.

After the whole mishap with Dennis breaking into his lair to reach HQ, evil Carl, being framed by clones etc.... I'm sure no one would blame Perry for wanting a spare access key he would want to keep on hand. Nobody would know his secret plan of giving it to his boys in emergency cases though. All things considered the spare key is do-able.

Also... Nonnie i get you like on a SPIRITUAL level. At2D is a meta sandbox DREAM. There is just so much to unpack and analyse politically, emotionally and relationships wise. Especially since it's SUCH a perry centric narrative which was SO rare before season 4. Like the reveal of Platyborg, Perry's identity reveal, the ongoing argument with Phineas the whole time... Thinking about the scene with Perry holding all of his most loved ones above the lava scene can send me into such an emotional spiral.

I cant remember what episodes start where, but Undercover Carl was probably his sign that OWCA can be an active threat to the Flynn Fletchers.

Come Home Perry was the ep that told us OWCA does NOT care about the closeness of an agent's relationship to their family.

Cheer Up Candace tells Perry that OWCA can VERY easily be persuaded to turn against Perry/lose faith in Perry despite everything Perry's done for the company.

Where's Perry and Phineas and Ferb Save Summer are the first two instances in mind that proves so much of OWCA can be dismantled from the inside and he cant trust that it cant happen again. (Hes right to think this, since it happens AGAIN in OWCA files)

So yeah there are SO many reasons why Perry doesnt trust OWCA when it comes to taking care of his loved ones. I really really REALLY hope that we get more Perry centric eps in the revival bc it is so juicy juicy 🧃🥤🧃🥤

#phineas and ferb #perryshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #perry the platypus #pnf #choice of asks

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yapperblacksky · 17 days ago

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forgot i did this. Me after the MC moonwalks out of the barrier. IT'S MY FAVORITE SCENE

I have a bunch of unfinished meme drawings of mc Michael Jackson

Where they actually look decent now compared to the last drawing. I hate my inconsistent artstyle

@teenyagent

#10 skeleton type fic #machine mishap type #reader insert #sans au #playhouse fic #undertale au #utmv #art #the sky art

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centipede-gutzz · 1 year ago

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♾️ SATORU GOJO PLATONIC HEADCANONS

A/N: need to be friends with someone like gojo in my life. apologies if i wrote him wrong in any way, he has so many layers so i did my best to give him justice.

WARNINGS: canon character death (geto), l-bombs (in a platonic way), not really a warning but satosugu is also mentioned a few times

TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, platonic, fluff/angst

It's a hot day, and Nanami wants nothing but a cold drink.

Haibara asked to get something for him as well, so he HAS to be here anyway (dismissing the small smile he gave him as he walked off to the vending machine).

He steps in front of the machine, scanning his options between the canned liquid goods. Choosing a refreshing water to combat his thirst and training fatigue, he reaches in his pocket for the money. Instead of money, his hand grabs a piece of paper.

Nanami makes a noise of confusion as he takes out the paper from his pocket, staring at the scribbled letters that read "To: Nanami <3" on the front. He unfolds it, thinking it must be something that he forgot to throw out.

He's met with a rather...crude drawing and a tiny "penis" hastily scribbled beneath it, clearly explaining what the hell was on the paper. Before he could even process what he was looking at, he hears giggling from down the hall. You and Gojo are peeking from the corner, watching everything unfold.

Both of you run away cackling as Nanami crumbles up the paper and tosses it into the trash, an angry scowl plastered on his face as he chases you both out of the building.

The drinks are completely forgotten that day.

☆- god you both are big fucking goofballs together. matching energy constantly and it makes everyone else miserable when they become targets of you and gojo's mishaps and chaos.

☆- at first, you guys were at odds with each other. gojo and geto were at the same state but you as well ? damn none of these first years are getting along with each other (besides shoko, she's the only one you tolerated at the time).

☆- once the tension ended between both pairs, you and gojo started hanging out more often.

☆- he has another person who he can latch onto and bother without much trouble and you have someone who can tolerate your silliness. it's a win-win.

☆- gojo won't say anything about it too often, but he really appreciates you being his friend because you enjoy him as a person and not for his immense strength. the most you'll do is compliment his powers and just move on casually like it's nothing new. it definitely means a lot more to him that he lets on.

☆- if you ever buy him souvenirs from missions, he will absolutely INSIST that he get something for you as well (possibly something more expensive too).

☆- as soon as gojo comes back from missions with geto, he's almost immediately by your side to tell you everything that happened.

☆- poor nanami is often the target for you two. you're the one who would apologize afterwards while gojo is not as sorry.

☆- after the events with toji, you were really worried about him. seeing him bloodied and scarred was not the sight you would usually see from your friend.

☆- he only went over the details once and never again, clearly not wanting to reimagine what he and geto had to experience. you give him a comfort hug and say that you'll be there to talk if either of them want to.

☆- the hangouts became less and less frequent for the two of you and everyone else due to gojo's growth as a sorcerer and busy schedule. as soon as he thinks he has time for a break, he has to leave for a mission.

☆- you always say that you don't mind, but he never stops apologizing.

☆- you never expected the news of what geto has done. shoko filled in the rest after her encounter with him, leaving you in shock and disarray of what happened.

☆- it wasn't a secret how close he and gojo were, even more than you two ever were. you didn't know whether it was something you should talk to him about or give him some space.

☆- you ended up letting him process everything first, sitting next to him in silence for some company.

☆- he confesses about his feelings for geto to you one day. you would've poked fun at him and said how obvious it was, but you keep quiet. you only listen to whatever he vents out.

☆- even after gojo starts acting like his normal self once more, you're never able to shake off your worry for him.

☆- he tells you about megumi and you feel REALLY bad for the kid and how he was going to end up. either sold off to the zenin clan or constantly being worked to death and losing comrades in a world that he may never escape from.

☆- never has the thought of you becoming a teen parent ever crossed your mind, but here you are. megumi and tsumiki mean the world to both of you and you constantly like to dote on them. tsumiki is open with her appreciation, yet megumi is still quiet (he expresses it in his own way and is more nicer to you than gojo).

☆- it's definitely a way to help keep your minds off of everything, you think to yourself as you help gojo raise the two siblings.

☆- no matter how many years pass, you know that gojo is still thinking about everything. the constant smiles and laughter you both continue to share is still genuine, but the pain is haunting him.

☆- it takes you a bit to get used to gojo's bandages once he switches out the glasses. his youth is gone and has been for a while, forcefully taken away from him.

☆- if gojo ever happened to visit geto in secret, whether it be an accident or a way to chase after those fleeting moments they couldn't catch back then, you keep quiet about it. it's probably not the healthiest thing for gojo but god, with how much he's been pushed and how his growth has doubled, you can't help but think that maybe it's what he needs right now.

☆- both of you were quick to defend yuta once he came into the picture. you felt bad for the kid, and for gojo with how hard he's been trying to save yuta's youth from being ruined like his was.

☆- it's not uncommon for you to see gojo in action, but you can't help feeling proud and watching him in awe as he fought the battles in the night parade of a hundred demons. you were dealing with your own opponents, occasionally glancing at gojo to keep an eye on him and his wellbeing. you knew he would be fine on his own, but you were ready to assist him the moment it seemed necessary.

☆- you were there for him again after geto's death. he comes back to you with an empty look in those blue eyes of his. you don't bother asking if he needed help to retrieve his body, knowing what gojo's choice was.

☆- for the first time in a while, he gives you a tight hug and cries. it's rare for you to see him like this, but it hurts to see him like this everytime. you can only whisper words of comfort and pet his hair as he sobs into your shoulder, clearly struck with grief over the loss of his one and only.

☆- those moments were kept between the both of you. he knew it was ok for him to express those emotions, yet he can't help but recoil everytime he looks back at those moments of how weak he felt. you assure him that it's natural to feel that way.

☆- gojo really appreciates you as a friend, and constantly reminds you after everything. you were always there for him, and he was always there for you. it still hurts knowing what gojo and the others had to endure after all these years.

☆- the two of you continue to stick next to each other, swearing to protect and teach the youth of the future generation of jujutsu sorcerers. there are constant jokes between each other of killing the executives (neither of you are entirely joking).

☆- you promise that you'll be there to support him, and gojo promises the same thing with a wide grin on his face. he gives you a harsh slap on the back and quickly scitters away from your payback.

☆- both of you are equally intolerable, jokes and pranks from the old days still prevalent even now.

☆- "i love you," he says one day while you two were watching over his newest student. yuji is sleeping on the couch, cursed corpse in hand as a movie plays in the background. you immediately smile to yourself and give an airy laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. it's nothing new, you both constantly express your friendly affections towards each other. yet you can't help but have a stupid grin on your face everytime.

☆- "love ya too, you loser," you respond. gojo smiles and rests his arm on your head with a dreamy sigh. you immediately regret your response as you poke him in the sides, his laughter ringing out into the room.

#📃 headcanons #💥 not a request #⭐️ platonic #☀️ fluff #🌧 angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #jjk x reader #jjk x gn reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x gn reader #satosugu #just a tiny bit

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incorrect-mtg · 1 year ago

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The Warlord and the Artificer

There's a saying among the Keldon, that a friendship is only true when it is forged in the fires of battle.

Radha would argue that Venser was never a warrior, so his contributions in battle were laughable, but saving the multiverse together should count for something.

That is why when he arrives severely injured on Keld, almost a decade after the mending, she orders her people to take care of him as they would herself, clearing a room for him to use and affording him the best healers Keld and Skyshroud could provide.

It takes him 3 days to heal enough for a coherent conversation, which is good enough for her to demand an explanation of what happened to him and what led him to Keld in the first place. The answer involved places and people she didn't know — from another plane entirely — but boiled down to Venser being unprepared for an ambush and almost getting himself killed, then not knowing where to go for help.

"So" she says, when he's done "your best plan was to seek charity from Keldons?"

"Well, it was more seeking charity from a friend, but yes" is his reply

Her answer is to snort and roll her eyes, before leaving the artificer to finish healing. Unlike him, she has a nation to wrangle together.

When he fully recovers days later, she does make sure to tell him he can come back, if he gets himself almost killed again in the future. Venser apparently takes that as a general invitation, showing up every few months to supposedly recover from his planeswalking mishaps or the miasmic atmosphere of his workshop in Urborg.

At some point the room he had first stayed him becomes HIS room, filled with random trinkets.

His stays are always short: it hadn't taken them long to realize that, no matter how much respect they might have held for one another, their personalities were just incompatible enough that they would inevitably find the other grating when interacting for long enough. Usually this would end with her calling him some variation of a "machine-obsessed coward" or him calling her a "battle-obsessed brute" and things descending into almost (or sometimes actual) violence.

So Venser would come, they annoy each other, he'd go away, rinse and repeat. One would think the constant annoyance would lead to her kicking him out for good. And yet…

One thing she is sorely lacking in her quest to rebuild her home is perspective. There is wisdom in both Keld and Skyshroud, but not the kind she needs to build a nation. Venser is the type of man who might not know everything, but who will voluntarily think and research in a way that would have her wanting to punch down a wall. Moreover, he's from Urborg, a place where people make a life out of scraps and gumption, exactly what Keld needs.

For his part, Venser seems happy to share all he knows freely, be it obtained in his workshop or on any of the many planes he keeps visiting and bringing back souvenirs from to decorate his room. As the years pass he even decides to teach her people directly, showing them how to build machines for farming and manufacturing and put to use the many scraps of phyrexian machinery that litter the land. It is the kind of knowledge that can truly change their lives, that means less people go hungry in winter, if any at all.

As for how she repays him, well…

"Training for the newest recruits will start tomorrow," she tells him one day "you should join in. My healers are tired of patching you up from your interplanar adventures."

"You want me to train… With a bunch of hotheaded Keldon kids" is his incredulous reply "You do see the problem in that, right? At best they'll laugh at me."

"You're a foreigner, they'll assume your lack of training is due to that. Also you don't look much olderthan them, which I've been meaning to ask about. What's up with that?"

"Exposure to the time rifts?" he says, shrugging. Her guess is as good as his, but it is undeniable that something is up with his aging. She is a a half-elf keldon and yet Venser doesn't look any older than her, despite the fact he should look like the human adult he actually is.

Regardless, she won't take no for an answer and the next few months see him going through all of the battle training anyone she calls a friend should have. The fact that the number of times he arrives in Keld injured drastically decreases afterwards only serve to validate her.

Things settle into a routine afterwards with her consolidating her position as "de facto" ruler of Keld ("maybe if I can sit you down long enough to write a proper legal code you can be de jure as well!") and gradually unmaking and remaking centuries of Keldon traditions into something new with Venser's help and constant planeswalking anecdotes ("Youd love Zendikar. Its like if a plane had your temperament"). Sure, they're a weird pair of friends, the keldon warlord and the ageless artificer. But she appreciates his wisdom and he's probably annoyed everyone else who'd listen to his tales.

Then one day he arrives from Urborg with a look on his face she knows means he either has a genius idea or a stupid one. The kind of look that means he's better left alone until he's thought his way through it and either decided on something or came to her for her perspective.

"Do you ever think about Karn?" he asks her, a day after arriving. "how he told us not follow him, all those years ago?"

"Not really" is her reply "I couldn't follow him even if I wanted to, why would I care?"

"But don't you ever wonder where he went? If he's still alive, even?"

She shrugs "He told us not to follow him. If he wanted help, he'd have asked for it."

"But what if he needed help? Or got himself into something he couldn't deal with?"

"Then that's on him, Venser" she says, the topic already irritating her "If I went out and told my people to not follow me, it means I don't want help. If I got myself killed that's on me, but if someone went after me when I told them not to I'd rip them a new one! Now, why are you thinking about this? We haven't thought about Karn in decades, what brought this on?"

He's quiet for a moment, before sighing and finally explaining "Some planeswalkers found me in my workshop. They want me to go with them to Mirrodin- that's Karn's plane" he explains when she gives him a questioning look "apparently it's been taken over by Phyrexians. I assume that's why Karn was so alarmed in the first place."

There's only thing to say to apossible return of Phyrexia.

"Shit."

"Yeah… They think I can help, somehow, and I got the impressioneither I go with them or get very far away to shake them off."

"Huh… Ok. So, you going?"

"Wha- Radha, if they're right, this would be like planeswalking directly to phyrexia! It would be suicide!"

"Maybe. Would be dangerous for sure. So, you're not going?"

"I don't know! If they're right, then Karn might have been caught by them. He might be dead" he says, now rubbing his temples "or he might need help, and nobody knows."

"Look, this is going nowhere" she says, thinking she might soon get a headache of her own "so Karn might be in trouble. Or maybe he's dead. You want to go and check. So go, what's the issue?"

"It's not that simple, Radha!" He replies, almost shouting.

"Yes. It. Is. What's so complex about it?!" she answers in kind.

"Not everyone is a suicidal keldon! I. Could. Die! Probably will, if I go!"

"Then make sure to die gloriously while taking down a legion of phyrexian horrors, Venser! If you want to do something, do it. If there are consequences, face them. If there's a cost, pay it. That's all there is to it. If you think Karn might need help, then sitting here complaining about it won't save him. If you think he's dead, either let it go or avenge him. End of story!"

As she ends her impromptu speech, she sees he's barely containing his anger. Good, if he punches first she might as well knock some sense into his stubborn head.

"Fine!" he finally replies "I'm going. If I come back I'll make sure to bring you the head of a negator or something. If I don't, get your bards to write a song about how I died gloriously against the ultimate enemy or whatever!" And then he's gone, planeswalking away in an instant.

It's the last time Radha sees him alive.

Radha doesn't have time to wonder about his whereabouts in the years that follow. Be it her ongoing duties as warlord or the resurgence or the Cabal, there is never a time to relax, to focus on the past. Not when people are counting on her.

Keldons learn not to mourn the ships that leave port never to return.

She does wish he would come back, of course. Particularly when she's foolishly captured by the Cabal herself. If he knew he'd probably plan some elaborate rescue just to laugh at her for getting caught in the first place.

When she is actually rescued by the Gatewatch, when she sees Karn among them, she lets herself hope just a bit. When all is done and Belzenlok is defeated and the Gatewatch leaves to handle Nicol Bolas of all things, she asks the golem about Venser.

Coming back to Keld, she takes the time for a funeral, even if there's no corpse. He might not have been born keldon, but he lived among them long enough to count, and what is more keldon than dying against the greatest of all enemies, making sure they lose their prize?

At least he was considerate enough to leave some phyrexians for her. The second phyrexian invasion comes with a wave of sleeper agents and whole new mechanical horrors, and apparently they dedicate a significant portion of their forces just for Keld. She'd be flattered if she wasn't busy unearthing sleeper agents and tearing apart ground soldiers. It takes her people weeks to find their footing and finally clear out the core of Keld and Skyshroud, which is when the enemy deploys their omenpaths, each spewing wholes armies of new enemies.

Leading them is a familiar face, if covered by layers of phyrexian butchery. Most of his body is gone, surrounded by a floating shell whose tendrils move every which way. Even as it appears to send out orders to its soldiers, the face at the center barely moves, like it is nothing more than a blank mask or decoration.

She has seen far too many familiar faces put to use by phyrexia. Their sleeper agents had sunk deep in Keld before they'd even realized something was wrong. She knows what phyrexian deception looks like.

This isn't deception. This is mockery.

Keldons do not take kindly to mockery.

The cold anger she had been holding onto since the beginning of the invasion heats up into an inferno but, for once, she does not let it down immediately. She's smarter than that: Phyrexia had fought them tooth and nail, but this is not a battle of attrition, it's an overwhelming show of force. A final act to break her and her people, in body and spirit. So she needs to throw all she has back at them.

Rather than roaring at the sky above, she closes her eyes, reaching back to the oldest lessons she had been given. The knowledge of the elves of Skyshroud, of reaching out to nature itself. She calls for the anger in Keld's mountains, and the indignation in Skyshroud's forests. Draws the mana from the leylines themselves to her. It is crude and painful, but good enough for what she needs.

When she finally lets out a war cry, it is with the power of all the earth under her feet. The mana shining so bright it is almost blinding as it spreads from her to each person standing beside her, then everyone already fighting then every non-phyrexian she can reach. As one, they charge.

And at last the phyrexians learn fear.

#magic the gathering #short fanfic #radha #venser

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watercat-atsea · 7 months ago

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I need some time travel mishap to happen and for the Old Stan’s to meet their 30s counterparts and Ford is just insanely jealous that even his paranoid self is attracted to his stan. Like, back off and fuck your own Stan

I love ignoring all the real problems that could arise with time travel and just have them be crazy and horny! I’m gonna go for alternative universe though instead of time travel though 🤔

I do think it’s a cool idea to have time travel where they remember meeting their older selves as young adults and then finally get to back in time themselves as old adults to continue to loop

I imagine a scene with current Stan and Ford in the basement of the mystery shack. It’s the winter after weirdmageddon and the two decide take a couple of months to recover and clean up any loose ends before sailing together. It’s the off season for the mystery shack so it’s just them occupying the house.

In the basement the two are cleaning up and fixing up all the old machines and gadgets still left. Ford is very concerned about making sure everything is clean so he can use it as a lab after anomaly searching with Stan.

Unbeknownst to them, in an other timeline, a younger Ford and Stan are in the same basement having an argument. That argument that led up to Ford being sucked into the portal. In this universe though, both Stan and Ford go through. Luckily for them, they end up right back in the basement. Just a different version of the basement.

Current Stan and Ford suddenly get blinded by a bright light, they hear two heavy thuds.

Once their eyesight recovers they see two familiar figures groaning on the ground.

Yada yada yada I’m lazy rn so after some talking and stuff the four figure out what just happened. young Ford is entirely too exhausted, malnourished, and sick to try and figure out a way home. This leaves current Ford, and surprising to young Ford, current Stan. After all, this Stan was able to restart the portal so he at least knows how to help a little bit!!

Young Ford insists on sitting down in the basement with them to watch them work, though he ends up being entranced by current Stan. Ford has always been attracted to bigger, hairier, gruffer men AND this Stan is bantering with him about science and is being soft towards him. Yeah he falls hard.

Current Stan and Ford definitely don’t miss this. Current Stan finds it charming in a puppy love type of way, but current Ford is very jealous.

Late at night when the other set of brothers are sleeping, current Ford basically jumps current Stan. Biting him, marking him, whispering “mine” as he cums into Stan.

And yeah Stan is definitely into it, so he gets even flintier with younger Ford. Touching him, complimenting him, the whole nine yards. And of course current Ford gets even rougher and more possessive that night.

It becomes a game between the two of them that they won’t acknowledge.

A little addition cuz young stan felt neglected to me

Young Stan notices all this happening but young Ford doesn’t. He’s actually saddled by this, he’s trying his best to heal and take care of his brother and he he is falling for a different version of him. Stan sees this and tires to help young Stan

#stancest #anon ask #I’m too out of it to write anything fully sorry anon <3

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a-spicy-reader · 4 months ago

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FIFTH DATE

Synopsis

All Luana wanted was to go out and relax, have a drink and, who knows, have a good conversation. She just didn't expect that this conversation would be with Mark Lee, a K-pop idol.

Amidst casual encounters, shared laughter and a connection that grows every day, they find themselves caught between the euphoria of what they are experiencing and the uncertainty of what is to come. After all, Mark will soon need to return to Korea Is it worth giving yourself over to something that could end so quickly? Or are some stories worth living, even without guarantees?

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook ♪

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mark x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, humor, idol au,

English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

[1] First Date • [2] Second Date • [3] Third Date • [4] Fourth Date • [5] Fifth Date • [6] Sixth Date • [7] Discovery

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That afternoon, Luana was lying in bed, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling through her phone. The day had been long, but she still smiled as she remembered her recent dates with Mark. A notification lit up her screen.

Mark: “Can I say I’m excited for our next date, or will that make me seem too desperate?” She laughed, typing quickly. Luana: “Way too desperate. But I like it.” Mark: “Then I’ll own it. What are we doing?”

This time, Luana wanted to choose. He’d suggested the last few dates, and she wanted to surprise him. She thought for a moment before typing: Luana: “What if we went to an arcade?” Mark: “An arcade? I’m in.” Luana: “Good. Hope you’re ready to lose, too.” His reply came seconds later. Mark: “Lose? Are you serious?” Luana: “Dead serious. I’m unbeatable.” Mark: “Sounds like someone needs a lesson in humility.” Luana: “And sounds like someone’s underestimating my secret talent.” Mark: “This needs to be settled ASAP. Tomorrow at 6?” Luana: “Deal. Get ready for humiliation.” Mark: “Can’t wait.”

She laughed, feeling a warm, comforting glow in her chest.

The sound of tokens clinking into machines, the pulsing glow of neon lights reflecting off the dark floor, and the electronic soundtrack creating a lively backdrop—the arcade was a world of its own. Luana walked in first, her eyes scanning the place with curiosity. Mark followed, keeping his hood low, but he quickly realized no one was paying attention to him here. The dim lighting and flashing colors made it hard to recognize anyone at a glance.

“Wow, this place is amazing!” Luana said, spinning around to take it all in. Mark chuckled softly, feeling more relaxed. Here, he didn’t have to worry. He could just have fun.

“Where do we start?” he asked, hands in his pockets. Luana looked around and pointed to a racing game with two seats. “How about a race?” “Deal.”

They sat side by side, gripping the steering wheels as the screen flashed with a countdown. As soon as the game started, Luana laughed in surprise when her car crashed into a wall on the first turn. “This is harder than it looks!” “You’re braking too much,” Mark pointed out, skillfully dodging an obstacle. “Oh, really?” Luana pressed the accelerator, determined to improve.

The race was full of laughter and small mishaps. In the end, Mark won, but he didn’t gloat—just gave a small smile. “Want to try again?” he suggested. “I’d rather try something I have a better chance at winning,” Luana joked, already pulling him toward another machine.

Mark’s eyes widened. “Oh no. This isn’t fair. You’re Brazilian—you probably have rhythm in your blood.” She laughed. “And you’re an idol. No excuses.”

They stepped onto the dance platform, choosing an upbeat song. As soon as it started, Luana focused on the steps while Mark tried to keep up. At first, he did well, but soon he started missing the cues. “This is way too fast!” he protested. “You’re saying it’s easier to dance on stage than this?” “Absolutely!”

In the end, Luana won by a small margin. She celebrated with a little hop, pointing at him. “First win for me.” Mark laughed.

They continued exploring the arcade, taking their time and enjoying every game. For once, Mark didn’t have to worry. Here, surrounded by lights and sound, he could just be a regular guy having fun.

“Okay, okay. Next game.” They reached the basketball machine. Mark smirked. “Last game. Winner takes the night.”

Mark held the orange ball in his hands, spinning it between his fingers with a confident smile. He glanced at Luana, who was already positioned at the machine next to him, determined. “Ready to lose?” he teased, tossing the ball in the air and catching it effortlessly. “You talk too much, Mark Lee,” Luana shot back, adjusting her stance. “Better let your game do the talking.”

The timer started counting down, and they launched their first shots. The electronic hoop lit up with each score. Luana started strong, hitting her first few shots with precision. “Look at that,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe you should be worried.” “Just warming up,” Mark countered, and within seconds, he found his rhythm.

His shots were quick and accurate, each ball swishing through the net effortlessly. He moved naturally, barely needing to aim. Luana felt the pressure and tried to speed up, but it was clear Mark was dominating. “Seriously? You’re good at this too?” she complained as another one of his shots went in. He laughed, grabbing another ball and shooting without hesitation. “Good? I’m amazing.”

The timer hit the final seconds. Mark was clearly ahead. “No way!” Luana exclaimed, trying to shoot as fast as she could. “Focus, Luana,” he joked. “I think I already know what my reward for winning is.” “Don’t even,” she replied, aiming for the hoop. But it was too late.

The timer hit zero, and the final scores flashed: Mark – 92 points. Luana – 78 points. He raised his arms in victory, letting out a triumphant laugh. “And the champion is…” He gave a small bow. “Me.”

Luana crossed her arms, pretending to be mad. “I demand a drug test.” “Take your loss with dignity, please,” he said, pointing at the machine. “You did well. But I’m better.” She rolled her eyes, but a smile escaped. “Okay, congrats, arcade champion.”

Mark tilted his head, thoughtful. “Hmm… now that you mention it, I think you owe me a reward for this win.” “What? Since when was that part of the deal?” He grinned. “Since now.” Luana narrowed her eyes. “What do you want?” He pointed to the café inside the arcade. “You owe me a coffee.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re trying to hide that you love this excuse to spend more time with me.” She sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. One coffee. But only because I’m a good loser.” He winked. “And because you like me.”

Luana gave him a light shove before heading to the café. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” Mark laughed, following her, already planning how to tease her more over coffee.

Later, as the arcade began to empty, they walked outside. The cool night air wrapped around them, but Luana still felt the adrenaline from the date pulsing through her. They walked side by side to where she’d call a ride home.

Mark kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. “You know…” he started, glancing at her. “If I’d lost today, I would’ve said I let you win. But since we tied, I guess I’ll just admit you’re as good as me.” Luana smiled, crossing her arms. “I love this half-disguised compliment. I’ll take it.” He laughed.

She pulled out her phone to call a ride, and within seconds, it was confirmed. “Two minutes.” They stood there in comfortable silence. Luana glanced at Mark and noticed the casual way he was watching her, as if memorizing the moment.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, feigning suspicion. Mark smiled. “Nothing… just thinking this was a great way to spend the night.” She raised an eyebrow. “Better than watching a movie alone at the hotel?” “Definitely,” he confirmed.

The car pulled up, and Luana sighed, feeling a little sad to leave. “Well…” she said, shifting her weight. “Goodnight, arcade champion.” Mark smirked. “Goodnight, queen of bets.”

She got in the car and closed the door. As the driver pulled away, Mark gave a small wave before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off in the opposite direction.

Once Luana got back to her hotel, she kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed, grabbing her phone almost instantly. Mark: “You get back okay?” Luana: “Yep! You?” Mark: “Made it back too. But now I’m thinking… you played really well today. Didn’t know you were so competitive.” Luana: “Surprise! I take games seriously. Did you think I’d let you win that easily? 😏” Mark: “Honestly? I was hoping you would. 😂” Luana: “I’m not that nice.” Mark: “Now I know.”

She laughed to herself, rolling over in bed. Luana: “Today was fun.” Mark: “It really was. What’s your next genius plan?” Luana: “You think I’m gonna tell you? You’ll have to wait and see.” Mark: “Okay…” Luana: “😬.” Mark: “Goodnight, queen of bets.” Luana: “Goodnight, arcade champion.”

She smiled at her screen, feeling her heart beat just a little faster.

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nova--spark · 2 years ago

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A few fun little idea I thought of involving the kids teaching the human autobots to do things

Raf would finally be able to properly introduce Bee to video games since his hands are no longer too big for the controller. He can actually play with them instead of just watch.

Miko teaching Arcee and Elita how to do makeup. Along with any of the male autobots who are interested.

June teaching the Autobots to cook with varying degrees of success. (Aka Wheeljack managed to make something explode and was banned from the kitchen)

Bee using his free time to learn ASL since he spent so much time not being able to communicate normally so he was very intrigued when he found out humans came up with a way to communicate without speaking

That’s all I can think of right now but if I come up with more I’ll send them

This is all the yes.

We know Bee canonically spoke CSL!! [Cybertronian Sign Language] So he picked up human sign languages of various types rather quick, which he loved. Him and Raf use it to speak in secret sometimes. Just not in front of Optimus. Optimus a l w a y s knows.

He adores gaming with Bee, and going to arcades together, especially when they play the claw machines. They got kicked out after Bee kept playing hours on just 1 token on a machine, till he got an impossibly high score, or emptied a machine of all prizes.

Miko took over all make up and cosmetics and was delighted to teach Arcee and Elita. The end results were stunning to say the least, and Miko even managed to talk some of the guys into trying it out. Smokescreen actually enjoyed it the most, and insisted on Miko always giving him some red under eyeliner, as it made his eyes pop.

Optimus even allowed Miko to play a bit with make up on him, and though it didn't suit him, he did it if only for the smile on Miko's face.

Bulkhead also let Miko do his nails, and he would take care to not chip any of the paint, especially when she painted the wreckers emblem on his thumbs.

Cooking was a wild ride for everyone.

Optimus and Magnus had picked it up rather easily, as they tended to follow the recipe to the letter to ensure no mishaps, whereas Wheeljack [prior to his subsequent ban from the kitchen] tossed everything that looked interesting in.

Elita was a decent enough cook, but her skills were surprisingly better when it came to baking, as she liked the patience and intricacy it took to make pastries, icing and decorating things.

Arcee, after the fast food dare from Jack, was not keen on cooking, but she was great at prep work, so whenever anyone needed anything washed, cut, chopped, minced, they asked for her help.

Bulkhead and Ratchet, though not fantastic with more complex recipes, could at the very least make decent meals. Bulk could grill better than any of them, whereas Ratchet could make a nice healthy salad, or stew that would fill the team.

Smokescreen and Bee however, were banned from cooking, not because they were bad, they were decent enough, but rather that their preferred meals tended to be instant food, like a frozen pizza, 3 minute ramen, or nuggets in an air fryer.

At least the kids liked it though.

#mortal machines #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova writings

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halazia-sang18 · 3 months ago

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the road to memories shared || prologue

MDNI!! TW/CW : mentions of panic attacks, a small knife, cars, the ocean, swimming, use of strong language

2018 ~

“I’m telling you, Luna, Amaya would NEVER come with us. She's too focused on finishing school and starting her photography career. It’s pointless to ask.” Harley ranted, walking backwards through the fairly large cafe in the mall the girls and Luna’s parents had stopped at before heading to the local beach.

“So what, the school won’t offer online classes? It still won’t hurt to ask.” Luna rolled her eyes. She pulled her friend out of the way of people passing by, giving the two weird looks. “Bro, can you turn around and watch where you’re going?”

“Fine, I’ll turn-” Harley started but as they turned around, they bumped into two people at once and drinks of different temperatures splashed all over the redhead’s front.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I’ll buy you guys new drinks. Shit, I am so sorry.”

Luna said she was going to run to her parents car and grab the other a different set of clothes. Three of the four guys Harley bumped into were talking all at once and the redhead noticed they spoke Korean. They were glad to have listened to Joshua sometimes when he spoke to his members. Harley quickly pulled out their phone and called the idol, who picked up after three rings.

“Hey, you alright?” Josh asked, sounding awake but distracted.

“Yeah, for the most part. I kinda need your help.” Harley spoke fast, feeling the mixed liquids of the guys drinks and their own starting to dry on their clothes.

“Oh yeah, what's up?”

“So, I’m at a coffee shop place with Luna and I bumped into some people and I think they speak korean.”

“Apologize and offer to pay for their drinks?” Joshua hung up and appeared next to Harley.

Harley jumped slightly and nodded. “I feel really bad.”

Josh smiled and turned to the four guys in front of him, who seemed starstruck. He bowed slightly and spoke to them, apologizing and explaining that his friend didn't speak Korean but was offering to buy them new drinks to make up for spilling theirs. The four guys shook their heads and said Harley didn’t have to, but Joshua insisted saying his friend was the type to try and do it anyway while hoping they didn’t get it wrong. The four looked at each then one spoke up giving Joshua their drink orders and then pointed out which table they would be at. Bowing again, the four walked away after Joshua thanked them.

The taller of the two turned to his friend. “How on earth did you bump into them? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.”

“I was talking to Luna and walking backwards.” The shorter explained as they walked over to the counter. The cashier looked up at them and gave a friendly smile.

Joshua shook his head and sighed. “You know, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Harley shrugged and looked up at the cashier. “Hi, I would like to place an order for five drinks.”

The cashier nodded and took Harley’s drink order and Joshua told him the other four after. Pulling out their wallet, Harley started counting bills to give the cashier when Joshua put his card in the little card machine. The younger glared up at him as he thanked the cashier, taking the receipt.

Josh pulled Harley toward the other end of the counter.

“I cannot believe you did that.” Harley scolded him and smacked his arm with their free hand once their wallet was put away.

“You’re welcome. Consider it a favor owed and gone.” The brunette man chuckled, subtly reminding the red head of the favor he had owed her. The red head huffed and took their phone, texting Luna that Josh happened to be there and is sort of helping to resolve the coffee mishap. Luna responded questioning how the idol knew they were there and Harley expressed that they weren't sure but was very grateful he was.

Harley’s name was called and the two grabbed the drinks, Joshua carrying three and Harley carrying two (one of which was their own). They made their way over to the table the four Harley had bumped into had said they’d be at. The California natives greeted them and Joshua described the drinks, each guy claiming theirs while thanking the two profusely.

Harley and Joshua said it was no problem and that the younger of the two felt bad and really wanted to make up for it. As Harley apologized again and went to take their leave, Josh said he had to go so Harley walked away with him.

“Thank you for that. I felt so bad. Let me know-” Harley started but was cut off.

“A favor owed and gone. It was honestly no problem. I uh, I actually watched it happen. When you called, I had told the members I came here with I’d be right back.” The Korean-American chuckled and explained.

“Thank you, and I’ll let you get back to your bandmates.” Harley turned to leave.

“Why don't you come meet them?” Josh offered.

Harley shook their head. “Maybe next time. I'll text you later.”

Joshua nodded and waved at his friend who was walking away.

Harley rushed out the door and walked past the outdoor seating the café provided.

“Hey you! Freak with the no coffee order!” a voice shouted, getting closer to Harley.

A hand grabbed the red head's arm and stopped them abruptly. Turning around at the sudden invasion of space, Harley glared at the person who grabbed them.

“Can I help you?” the redhead asked, irritation growing quickly from the hand still on their arm.

“Stay away from them if you know what's good for you, you freak.” The girl attempted to warn and intimidate the Californian.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harley pulled their arm free from the stranger's grip.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about you-,” there was an insult thrown at Harley in a language they didn’t recognize. Then a scalding hot drink was thrown at the red head right after.

The American gasped and took a step back. Too many things were running through their mind at that moment; curse the stranger out and cause a scene, slap them and cause a scene, or turn and walk away.

“There was literally no reason for that, asshole.” Harley turned as their body began to tremble and walked away. Blood started rushing through their veins like it does before every panic attack. The red head could've sworn someone had called their name, but they ignored it and focused on getting somewhere far away from the crazy person.

After roughly five minutes of walking, Harley saw a little shop across the street from the beach where Luna, her parents, and Harley were going to spend the day at. They patted their pockets to make sure their wallet was in one. Throwing their now empty drink cup in the trash can outside, Harley made their way inside the store ‘Grab and Go - Beach Edition’. Feeling a buzzing sensation, the red head was startled and reached into their pocket to pull out their phone. They answered the incoming call from Luna.

“Hey, sorry I didn't meet you at your parents' car.” Harley told Luna, who was on the other end.

“Why were you running away?”

“Some dickhead decided to stop me outside and grabbed my arm to make sure I stopped. They threw their hot ass drink on me and I swear I could feel a panic coming.” Harley responded as they grabbed a turtle patterned beach towel from a hook on the wall.

“So that's what my dad saw. Harley estaba saliendo y alguien la paró. La agarró del brazo y le aventó una bebida. Dice que siente como que le va a dar un ataque de pánico.” Luna translated what her friend told her to her parents. As she did that, Harley grabbed a bag of candy and a cold energy drink before heading to the register.

The clerk gave the red head a disgusted look and scrunched his nose. “The hell did you do? Bathe in bad coffee?”

Taking a deep breath, Harley glared at the clerk. “No, bad coffee was thrown at me. Mind your business.”

The clerk looked taken aback by the sudden remark. He scanned the three items on the counter and told the total to the noticeably annoyed person in front of him. Harley input the card they had set aside money on for the current trip into the little machine.

After the machine beeped, Harley took their card out, grabbed the bag the items were put in and their receipt. Throwing one last glare at the cashier, Harley walked out of the store and to the corner of the street where they found a crosswalk that led to the beach.

Harley told Luna they were heading to the beach and to use their location to find them once Luna's parents had parked. The younger agreed, said she would see them soon and hung up.

At the corner, there was a woman maybe a few years older than the high school graduate - who was eighteen - with two kids maybe around seven or ten. The kids were talking animatedly about the beach and what they wanted to do when they found their friends and or family.

The sign changed from a red hand to a white cartoon-like person walking, so the kids grabbed the woman's hands and walked across the street with her. Harley followed at a bit of a distance, not wanting to freak out the woman.

The redhead was scanning the cars ahead on their path to the other side of the street when they saw a car in the far lane moving forward towards the woman and kids’ path. Harley jogged ahead of them and stood right in front of the car. The driver stopped the car and honked her horn.

“Move, you weirdo!” the driver shouted as she rolled down her window. The woman saw and let the kids run the rest of the way and jogged behind them. She held the kids and watched the two strangers interact.

“Don't tell me to move when your light is red, bitch.” Harley yelled back and flipped off the driver before heading to the other end of the crosswalk. Taking a deep breath, the 18 year old turned to the woman who was talking to the kids.

“Sorry for interrupting, are you guys okay?” Harley asked as the brunette woman looked up.

“Yes, oh my gosh. Thank you, I didn't see the car moving. Are you okay?” She responded quickly and looked at the stranger, who had stopped in front of a moving vehicle before them. She seemed to be searching for any indication of injuries.

“I am okay, just worried about you and the little ones. Are you two- oh.” Harley tried reassuring the woman and asking the kids when they ran up and hugged the redhead. The teenager ruffled and patted each kids head as they looked up and thanked the taller simultaneously.

Smiling at the kids, who had let go and gone back to their guardian, Harley pulled out their wallet and took out two five dollar bills and handed one to each kid then handed the older woman a ten dollar bill.

“Please take it. You don't have to use it, but I feel like you could use this more than me right now.” Harley told the woman as she tried refusing.

“Thank you, that means so much.” the woman smiled and started to guide the kids away. The small humans waved once again at Harley and the older waved back.

Harley walked towards the shore, dropped their wallet in the bag from the shop, looked around and noticed that they were near a somewhat secluded area of the beach. It was pretty vacant for the middle of summer when school is out and kids usually beg their parents to take them to the beach. However, it was the middle of the week, and while kids don't have school, the parents still have work.

The redhead pulled out their phone, sent their location to Luna, and got a thumbs up in response. Putting the device in the store bag, Harley made their way to a spot right next to the water and pulled out their new towel. Sighing in relief when they pulled out their tiny guitar shaped knife, the 18 year old carefully cut the plastic tag fasteners off so they didn't end up in the sand. Throwing them in the bag with their phone, Harley laid out the towel, pattern side down and placed the bag on it along with their sandals they had taken off as soon as they stepped foot on the sand.

The redhead looked around and took off the black high waisted shorts and the self-cut, half sleeved crop top they were wearing over their dark blue bathing suit. Setting them on the towel, Harley took out the other miscellaneous things from their shorts and put them in the bag as well, tying it when they were done.

Harley folded part of their towel over the bag and stood, walking to the water's edge. The cool ocean water tickled the southern California native’s ankles in a familiar way that made Harley smile contently for the first time in a few days.

They walked further into the ocean and stopped when it was up to their hips. Harley stood there for what felt like twenty minutes. It wasn’t actually that long but the redhead would never complain if they did end up staying in for too long.

Once Harley had decided they were used to the temperature of the water, she made her way further in and dove under a wave. As she resurfaced, the redhead laughed as memories of going to the beach with her family and Joshua flooded her thoughts. She dived under a few more waves before turning back to the shore as something got her attention.

“Harley!”

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