#so there's not much of “getting to know each other” action

[luna-azzurra]

Writing characters who don’t know they’re in love

(PS: but literally everyone else does and is so tired)

These characters aren’t clueless, no, they’re not walking around like, “love? never heard of her.” They know something’s going on, they just won’t admit it (not to themselves, not to anyone.) Maybe they’re scared of messing it up, or maybe they think the other person doesn’t feel the same. Maybe they’ve stuffed the feeling so deep even a NASA rover couldn’t dig it out.

Whatever the reason, they’re not avoiding the truth as much as they’re…rebranding it. Calling it “friendship” while giving each other their only jacket and dreaming about each other’s voices like it’s totally normal behavior.

ꕤ They don’t realize it’s love, but they notice everything else. They clock every mood shift, every absence, every little thing. They definitely  know when something’s off.

⇢ “You changed your hair.” ⇢ “You looked upset earlier.” ⇢ “You didn’t text me back and I panicked.” ⇢ “You weren’t at lunch and it felt weird.” ⇢ “Are you cold?” hands over jacket without a second thought

They don’t say “I love you,” but their actions scream it constantly.

ꕤ they get weird when someone else gets close They’re not jealous. No, how dare you think something like that… they’re just keeping an eye out. For safety... Or whatever."

⇢ “Who was that?” ⇢ “Oh, you’re hanging out with them again?” ⇢ “I just think it’s interesting how you never cancel on them.”

They don’t say it, but they hate the idea of being replaced. It stings more than they’re ready to admit.

ꕤ they make excuses to be around each other.

Literally inventing reasons to be in the same space.

⇢ “Wanna study together? I’m struggling with this topic.” (They’re not.) ⇢ “Oh, I was just in the area.” (They weren’t.) ⇢ “You forgot this.” (It’s a single pen.)

They’d rather lie badly than admit, “I just wanted to see you.”

ꕤ  Their friends are so over it Everyone around them is either rooting for them or trying not to scream.

⇢ “You’re in love with them.” ⇢ “That’s not friendship, and you know it.” ⇢ “You made them soup. FUCKING SOUP. Just say you’re married already.” ⇢ “If I have to hear you talk about them one more time, I’m charging rent.”

Friends are the Greek chorus of this situation, like, brutally honest and endlessly tired.

ꕤ  There’s always a moment they almost figure it out That one soft, unspoken beat where the truth almost breaks through.

⇢ Watching them laugh like it’s the first time. ⇢ Seeing them cry and wanting to fix it more than anything. ⇢ Realizing no one else makes them feel like this. ⇢ Thinking, God, they’re beautiful.

Then they blink, panic a little, and go, “Huh. Weird.” And move on. Like absolute fools.

ꕤ  When it finally hits, it’s not cute, it’s catastrophic. Suddenly everything makes sense and feels like too much.

⇢ Flashbacks. ⇢ Internal screaming. ⇢ “Oh no.” ⇢ “OH MY GOD.” ⇢ “Has it always been this obvious??” ⇢ “Wait. Everyone knew?!”

Yes. Everyone. The friends, the neighbor’s cat. You were the only two who didn’t get the memo...

[presepohne]

nsfw. simon ghost riley but like walk with me down this.

simon riley who has been such a big person in your life, always there for you and like a father figure or just like those seniors/people whom you'd never disappoint. it's like a very good platonic relation and you enjoy his company as much as he does yours.

simon riley, your lieutenant who is grumpy to everyone but you. he has a special soft spot for you in every sense— let's keep the romantic out of it. it's not really romantic but more of a bond you both can't fucking out a name on. whatever it is, it's tension less and more like a mentor turned very good friend.

you go out for drinks with the team, and everyone gets shit faced drunk— which ends up with you hooking up with simon. it's really more like an accident, but really you didn't think it would affect you so much that when you wake up with your face pressed against his neck and his arms around your waist— you're literally so fucking confused how did you end up here.

when you try to pry away, slowly pull away, feeling as if you breached a boundary— simon pulls you back in, lips on your forehead muttering how warm you are and you will get cold.

except this man wakes up and is in a full blown panicked state that he slept with you. it's in his body language, not words or actions, but the stiffness that he carries around and is avoiding you unlike the other days. it's harrowing. you know? that kind daunting feeling where you feel like your failed life by pushing that one guardian whom you wanted to make proud.

now you both are tip toeing around each other, and johnny and gaz are having the best time in their life, because the tension is better than those stupid shows on the telly and price is having a mid-life crisis on team morale.

all because you and your lieutenant fucked.

[inthelibrarybtw]

you're gonna go far | 01 - the boneyard

SERIES MASTERLIST pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: where Rafe who hates pogues has a soft spot for one, who couldn't care less about him, she's too independent and too focused on graduating college and making it out of the Cut to pay attention to him or where they say they don't like each other yet for a reason they are always at the same place at the same time, him making time for her and her never pushing him away but again they don't like each other. word count: 3.2k content: alcohol consumption, angst, cursing, pogue/kook talk, rafe being an asshole, classism, superiority complex authors note: they are back! my angsty babies. we'll see where this one goes. If you read it the first time around, pretend you didn't 😂

01 | 02

Another Boneyard party. Pogue territory, your territory, not his. Yet he found himself at another party there. The excuse he gave everyone, even himself, was that he would never miss a party and needed to keep an eye on Sarah, his very grown sister, whose business was anything but important to him. But he needed something to justify his presence instead of just accepting the truth about why he always wanted to be there.  

The truth didn’t make sense to him. It was not who he was. Rafe hated pogues, even though he wouldn’t use the word hate out loud; his actions spoke louder than words. He never wanted to be around them, not until he saw you. Sarah had invited her new friends over to a party after a few months of dating John B. He had probably seen you around a few times, but you had never caught his attention. You had been like another person who blurred into the background until that night. There was just something about you that had him immediately hooked. From that point on, he looked for you everywhere; he wanted to know you. He wanted to know a pogue, and that threw him off balance more than he liked to admit.  

Your existence alone made him lose his mind, but other things drove him crazy and made his skin crawl. Like the fact that you weren’t afraid of him, you stood up against him when he messed up with your friends, and you were there to witness it. Whenever he was an asshole, you were there calling him on his shit, and he hated it but not as much as he pretended to. He hated that you could see right through him, but he loved how much he could also push back at you. There was just this pull about you that he couldn’t resist.  

So, there he was again at another Boneyard party, even when he wasn't really in the mood; he was there only to see you. As much as he tried to ignore you and pretend not to care for you, he couldn't, and that's how he ended up going back to his car to grab his jacket and make his way to you. The party was in full swing, but you needed a break, so you were sitting alone on a blanket over the sand, looking at the ocean and hugging yourself. For a mid-June night, it was cold—too cold; probably a storm was coming soon, or the weather was just acting up.  

As if it were heaven-sent, a puffy jacket wrapped around you. "You'll get sick," he said. You looked up to meet Rafe's stoic face, as if what he had just done was nothing. "It's freezing," he added before sitting next to you.

"I'm going to be fine," you said. 

As much as you wanted to take the jacket, your pride was bigger, so you started to take it off to give it back, but he stopped you by putting it back on. He scoffed before answering. 

"Right, like you're not trembling. Just take it." You didn't fight him; it felt good, but you weren't going to admit it to his face. 

"What about you?" You turned to look at him. He didn't appear cold, but still, you asked. 

"I'm fine. You need it more than I do." His eyes darted over to your body, a strange feeling forming in his chest at the sight of you enveloped in something that belonged to him. 

“I'm not going to die from being cold.” You glared at him, putting your arms into the jacket. It looked like his jacket had swallowed you up, and he smirked at the sight.

"Yeah, I know, but you were shaking, and I'm not."

"Right..." Rafe being nice to you wasn't new, but with him, you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was never nice just to be nice.

"Thanks," you said softly as you looked around. Everyone was enjoying the party; it was one of those moments when you wondered why you were there. You could be doing anything else. Rafe interrupted your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

"Aren't you going to go back to everyone?"

"Not right now. Why?" You turned to look at him with a confused expression. You wanted to go home, but if you didn't stick around a little longer, your friends would ask, and you liked to avoid the questions. 

"Just asking… I don’t get why you hang out with them." The other shoe dropped. You wondered if it was physically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut. 

"Around who? My friends?” you asked. "Yeah, I don’t see the appeal of hanging out with Pogues.” You rolled your eyes.

“You are hanging out with one right now,”  you quipped back, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but this is different,” he said as if he were stating something obvious. 

"Oh, and why's that?" Rafe was the perfect example of why you didn’t like kooks; it was like they inherently needed to be right or have the upper hand in anything they did. 

"Because I’m not hanging out with you, I’m just sitting here,” he scoffed. He had a way of getting under your skin that no one else had. It was infuriating. 

“If you were just sitting there, you wouldn’t be talking to me.” 

“Whatever, one pogue is not the whole Cut,” he said gruffly. 

“Yes, because God forbid you’re a decent person toward the rest.”

“Again with that?” 

“You’re the one who started this.” He knew it was true. 

“I just don’t get why you willingly decide to hang out with them. They don’t care about anything, look at them…” he made a hand gesture to point at your friends. 

“It’s a party, they are having fun.” 

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t be around them,” he shrugged. 

"And what makes you think I will listen to you?" His face contorted in annoyance.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, Pogue. " The way he said 'Pogue' with such disdain just reminded you of his hate for you and your friends. You also hated him, even if the current situation didn’t look like you did. You didn’t take off his jacket. The cold weather was making you do stupid things. 

“You hate Pogues,” you stated. He huffed, almost as if it’s amusing to see you mad. 

“Usually I do; all of them are annoying, but…” he pauses for a second, thinking as if it’s a good idea to continue talking. “You just… you’re different.”  

“And that’s supposed to mean something?” You didn’t know how to take that coming from Rafe, of all people.  

“It means you don’t annoy me as much as they do, and I don’t particularly want to see you getting hurt because of whatever the Pogues do.”  

“Getting hurt? How would my friends hurt me? Last time I checked, you were the one doing the hurting to them.”  

“They are them, and you’re…” he trails off. “I just don’t get how you can hang out with them.” His irritation was growing; you noticed it, but you didn’t care.  

“There’s nothing to get; they are my friends. Maybe you don’t understand because the concept of considering your friends family is foreign to you.”  

“Oh, I don’t get that they’re your little family? That you love hanging around The Cut?” he said in a condescending tone.  

“I’m a Pogue! The Cut is my home,” a home that you didn’t like. Pope was the only one who knew how much you wanted to just get out and how hard you were working to actually make that happen. “That’s my life!”  

“A hell of a life you’ve got then; you could do better than that.” As much as you didn't like it there, it was still your home. He didn’t have the right to comment on it. He had barely set foot in, and he didn’t get it. He was never going to get it. “Living there doesn’t mean you have to hang out with them.”  

“And what? Get kook friends that don’t understand how hard it is to live on the Cut? They get me; we have been through a lot together.” His chest feels tight all of a sudden. He studies your face, trying to think of what he can say next.  

“You could do better. Go find new friends, some that won’t drag you down with them.” You stare at him, looking for a trace of it being a joke, but he is serious. He seriously thinks your friends are not good for you. You laugh bitterly.

“I don’t need new friends… I don’t want new friends. They aren’t dragging me down; they push me to do better and, most importantly, they don’t make me feel like trash.” Rafe goes silent, his jaw clenching in annoyance. He knew he treated your friends like that most of the time and hated that you were right about it.  

“I don’t think you’re trash,” he groans in frustration. “This is just about having better company, people that don’t get you into trouble.”  

“I don’t need better company. What aren’t you getting? They are important to me, and I care for them. We stick by each other, and we push each other to do better because we want out; we do not want to stay in The Cut forever.” You didn’t. A part of you knew that JJ and John B didn’t care. Yes, they wanted better, but that didn’t necessarily mean getting out of The Cut.  

Then there was Kie, who was a kook and preferred the pogue life. A part of you was angry at Kie; she had the privileges you would kill for, and she took them all for granted. You loved her, but still, it frustrated you.  

He scoffs; he hated the tone you were taking. Yes, it’s the same tone he’s giving you, but he doesn’t like it when it’s aimed at him and coming from you. If it had been any other pogue, he would’ve either fought them or ignored them, but it was you.  

“Oh, you don’t?” he said, faking disbelief. “I don’t think having them around is going to make things easier. Almost no one makes it out of The Cut. What are you going to do? Work for minimum-wage jobs?”  

“You think I’m not aware it’s hard? I know how things go, Rafe.” You were trying to remain calm; he was getting on your nerves. You had heard that a thousand times, but coming from him right there felt somehow even worse. Not even a few minutes ago, he had given you his jacket, but just like that, he was back to being an asshole.  

“Well then, I don’t think you’re trying that much. The Cut is like a black hole that swallows people, and you can never escape. If you do, I doubt it's going to be with your friends next to you.” You had enough. He had the nerve to say all that when his father came from The Cut and made it out. You didn’t really like Ward Cameron; granted, not a lot of people did, but you had to give him that. He made it out, and he wasn’t the best person, but he was all the proof you needed to know it was possible.  

“Yeah, well, your dad made it out of that black hole.” You saw him tense up at the mention of his father; well, now you knew how to piss him off. You regretted using his dad as an example since it was a sensitive topic for him, but you tried to convince yourself he deserved it.  

You didn’t like confrontation, but with him, every word flew out of your mouth without hesitation. It made you feel good, like you were brave enough, and in the eyes of many, you were. After all, it was Rafe Cameron you were standing up against. Deep inside him, he respected that you would run your mouth at him, even if it made you the most insufferable girl he knew.  

“My dad was different; it was a rare thing, like winning the lottery, you know?” you huffed under your breath, looking at the sand. Of course, he was going to be an asshole about it. But he saw your reaction and felt the need to comfort you.  

“What I’m saying is…” He didn’t know if he would say the right thing; he sucked at comforting people. “You’re going to have a hard time getting out of there. If you want to stay with your friends, then maybe you’re better off staying in The Cut and accepting that reality.”  

You looked at him; if you could strangle him with a look, you would’ve done it. You scoffed, biting the inside of your cheek. “You know what, Rafe? Fuck you! You don’t get it!” You stood up, took his jacket off, and threw it at him before walking away.  

“Hey! Wait, where are you going?” He stood up, calling you out and grabbing his jacket, but you were already walking as fast as you could to get away from him.  

“This girl…” he muttered. You annoyed him so much, yet he felt bad. The look on your face before leaving, the words—it had affected him more than he liked to admit. Watching you go directly to JJ after it just made it worse. You had heard him, but you ignored him. What made him think that any of what he said was okay?

—

When you finally made your way back to your friends, you regretted throwing his jacket back; you were cold again. “Ah, she's back! Where were you?” JJ piped in first as he watched you sitting near the bonfire. You weren’t going to tell them you were with Rafe, so you avoided the question the best way you knew how.

“Just taking a break from all this,” you nodded, hugging yourself. You thought about going back just for the jacket, but you would rather freeze to death than face Rafe again. 

“You’re cold? There’s a hoodie on the Twinkie; you can grab it,” JJ said as he walked to grab another beer. You nodded and decided to go get it, and maybe even stay there. You made your way to where the Twinkie was parked.

—

Rafe didn’t leave the party even after what had turned out to be a fight with you. He kept an eye on you from a distance, and he did that far more often than he liked to admit. He decided to follow you wherever you were going. You were about to put on the hoodie when Rafe showed up.  

"You know you can always have this back." He lifted his hand, where he held his jacket. You rolled your eyes as you put on the less-warm hoodie.  

"I don’t need or want your help; maybe you should accept that reality too," you said bitterly, referring to what he had told you earlier.  

He rolled his eyes, feeling guilty for what he had said, but it was done, and he was trying to make it better without even saying sorry. "You don’t let things go, huh?"  

"You’re an asshole to me, and then you want me to be okay with it? Things don’t work that way; at least acknowledge that what you said was wrong." You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him. He knew he was in the wrong; he felt bad about it, but he wasn’t going to apologize or acknowledge it because every word you said spiked his irritation in a way only you could manage.  

"If being wrong is stating facts, then yeah, I’m wrong," you groaned in frustration. You wondered why you even indulged him when you knew how he was. It was like you were being pulled to him; as much as you knew you could just stay quiet, you never did with him. You didn’t like him having the last word.  

"You’re an asshole. You come here saying stuff when you don’t even have a clue what it’s like to live in a place you hate, but it's still your home." He felt a sudden anger bubbling up. Oh, he was familiar with hating the place where he lived. It wasn’t the same way you did, but he knew the feeling all too well.  

"You’re so infuriating. First, you say I’m too much for the Pogues—newsflash, I’m one! You say they hold me down, but when I tell you I want to do better, you say I should give up?" You groaned in frustration and ran your hands through your hair.  

He stared at you; you looked pretty even when you were angry at him. He shook his head, focusing back on his irritation. "You done with your tantrum?" He knew that would only make you more upset, and maybe he wanted to see how far he could take it. As much as he was different from you, he still was Rafe—the cocky kook asshole who thought everyone should listen to him. You clenched your jaw.  

"What, you didn’t like what I said? Sorry, I was just stating facts." You lifted a brow, testing him in return. You weren’t afraid of him; your friends had told you multiple times to be careful, that you didn’t know who you were messing with. But nothing ever happened to you, besides the same old Pogue comments, and as sad as it was, you were used to them. They did hurt sometimes, but nothing worth crying over. It just fueled you to prove to everyone—and him—that you could do the things he never thought you would.  

"Do you ever know when to shut up?" he huffed, and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest. Out of all the things he had said, this is what ended up hurting you? You swallowed and looked up at him. "Oh, you do know when to shut up." He smirked with his stupid, smug face. Why did he have to be like that?  

"Do you ever know when to stop?" you pushed past him. You knew why this had hurt more than the other things, but you chose to ignore it; you could deal with that later, or just shove it down. You turned around to walk back to where the rest of the people were.  

"Wait!" He yanked you back. "You don’t get to tell me what to do." You looked at him, frustrated. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, but it was useless.  

"Neither do you!" You pulled your arm from his grasp. "Never touch me again. I don’t want to see you around. Stick to the words you’ve said to my friends a thousand times: stay on your side of the island, kook!" You used the word with the same distaste he used for "Pogue."  

You were done; he had made you feel horrible twice, and you had allowed it. You stormed off, and this time he didn’t stop you. The words kept ringing in his head until Topper called him out. They were ready to leave, and at the same time, you convinced JJ to take you back to your house. Rafe looked from a distance, anger bubbling up inside him, but there was nothing he could do about it. 

He left the party not long after you did, parts of the conversation still replaying in his head.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Papa me want more movie (paramedic sevika) 😞

okay baby here comes the airplane vrooom

men and minors dni

sevika is very protective of her ambulance.

unless you're her patient and she's in the back to treat you, sevika's usually the one driving the rig to the hospital.

it's her baby. when she's not working, silco's the other paramedic driving it. the two of them are precious about the truck, like it's a living creature. they text each other updates during their shifts; if they filled it with gas, when the last stock up was, if the brakes have been sounding squeaky, stuff like that. like it's their baby they're co-parenting, or something.

before she met you, her phone lock screen was just a picture of the ambulance under a sunset. she's such a dork.

so you know sevika's lost her mind when she shows up to pick you up from work in the ambulance.

"sevika. what the fuck." you laugh as she leads you to the giant red truck. she giggles and shrugs.

"gotta take the old gal in to get her oil changed, figured i'd treat my girl to a spin around the block."

"and i'm i the old gal or the girl, in this situation?" you ask. sevika grins and pops open the passenger's side door for you.

it's surprisingly boring in the front seat. granted you've only ever ridden in the back under the influence of pain and drugs but you expected something a little more high tech than this.

"not even a gps?" you ask as sevika jumps in beside you, starting the rig up with a loud sputter from the engine. she snorts.

"what do i need a gps for? i've got the city streets memorized up here." she taps her forehead. "seatbelt." she demands.

god, she's sexy. that big brain of hers-- memorizing every street. you dart out of the passenger seat, ignoring sevika's squawks of protest to press a kiss to her cheek.

that shuts her up pretty quick. she's smiling all shy when you sit back down in your seat and pull on your seatbelt. you giggle, and she shoots you a glare.

"no funny buisness." she grunts. you giggle.

"then why's there a bed in the back?" you tease. sevika glares at you again.

"it's called a gurney, and silco will kill me if i'm late gettin' the rig to the shop."

"doesn't the department send you a replacement rig while yours is getting fixed?" you ask. she nods.

"yeah, but it's hard to find a truck as driveable and reliable as vivian."

"vivian!?" you cackle. "she's got a name?!"

"it was the sexiest name me and silco could come up with." sevika chuckles. "ran wanted it to be 'ruby' but that was way too obvious."

"you think the truck's sexy!?" you cackle. sevika glares at you again.

"baby. you better watch your tone. this is my rig you're talking about. she's been in my life much longer than you."

"oh my god, i can't believe i'm jealous of a truck right now."

"you don't need to be jealous, i'm not fucking the truck."

"you called it sexy!"

"when a vehicle this big can go from twenty to ninety miles an hour in ten seconds, stop on a dime, and carry as much life saving medicine as vivian does-- that's sexy!"

"you hit ninety?!" you screech. sevika cringes, knowing she's in the dog house now. you absolutely despise hearing about how she drives in this truck.

"no-- just-- hypothetically." she mutters, her eyes suspiciously glued to the road. you chuckle and reach over the center console-- where your favorite iced beverage is waiting for you beside sevika's pina colada slushie-- and grab her hand.

"vivian's... beautiful." you try, not sure what a proper compliment for a truck is. "she's a great ambulance. she drove you into my life. she's given me several rides to the hospital. she's protected you every day you work. i'm glad you have her in your life."

sevika smiles sweetly and drags your knuckles to her lips, kissing your hand sweetly. the action makes you feel all fuzzy and warm.

it's quiet for several moments as sevika eases to a stop at a red light, but when she's still she finally turns to study you. "what're you thinking about?"

"i don't think i've ever gone ninety before." you admit.

something about the lack of judgement in your voice has sevika cocking a curious eyebrow at you.

"do you... wanna feel it?" she asks with a mischevious smile.

you gulp. if there's one person in your life you trust to drive a truck going that fucking fast you suppose it's sevika.

sevika's smile is only growing as she watches your nervous excitement.

"we are running late to the rig shop. had to stop for our drinks before hand... we could flick the sirens on... get there on time?" sevika offers, goading you.

you groan and shake your head in shame. "uuugh. okay, fine, but--"

you're cut off by sevika blaring on the horn and flicking on the loud sirens. in front of you, cars merge to make a path for her, and before you can even find something to hold onto sevika's slamming on the gas and taking off.

you squeal. sevika giggles. she's got a bit of a show off smile, but mostly she's focused. on the dashboard, on the road, on the oncoming traffic-- making sure everyone's stopped for her, swerving around assholes who aren't. you realize that if sevika hadn't become a paramedic she could've found a lucrative career in formula 1 racing.

"this is only fifty, drama queen." sevika laughs. you flip her off from the passenger's seat. she hits a turn and you squeal-- and then she's on the freeway, and the city is speeding past you.

"we're so fast!" you giggle. sevika grins.

"soak it up babe, next exit is ours." she laughs.

for just one moment you let go of your fear and let yourself feel exhilarated. sevika's a loon, and she's the love of your life, and you're giggling like a dizzy kid as she speeds down the exit ramp.

"oh, shit!" you gasp as sevika comes to a hard, fast stop at the bottom of the hill, the tires squealing as you somehow manage to stop for the red light.

sevika flicks the sirens off, turns on her turn signal, then turns to grin at you. you cackle.

"you're insane. you do that all the fucking time, don't you?" you ask. she giggles and shrugs.

"i get paid like shit to get shat on all day, i gotta find my perks somewhere. vivian's pretty fuckin' cool, huh?"

you cackle and nod. "she's fucking awesome." you say, admiring sevika's proud little smile. but you're not talking about the truck at all.

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[kaidoslastbraincell]

Mystery gets a little territorial when the other Saja boys start flirting with his girl👀 something about him being like a feral puppy has me in a chokehold and I just know he's cute as hell under all that hair...

Pairings: Mystery x fem!reader

You weren't a manager or anything...but it sure felt like you were sometimes. Whenever you went to see Mystery at their rehearsals, you always brought snacks for everyone of them. You arrived a little late today, having visited several stores just to try and find each of their favourite drinks. The long-banged demon was as nonchalant as always, offering you a mere nod in greeting as you passed quietly through the door.

They were working on their debut today, an energetic song with equally exhausting choreo, much to Baby's irritation. The second you walked in with your hands full of shopping bags, Abby and Baby rushed over - Abby to take the bags from your hands (definitely not as a means to show off the muscles in his arms) and Baby to lazily wrap his arms around your shoulders, letting his forehead droop against you.

"Hiii y'nnn~" the green-haired rapper drawled with a barely concealed yawn.

Mystery muttered under his breath as he watched the whole scene. Jinu called a short break, also making his way over to you, his usual charming grin on his face.

"Looking beautiful as always, y/n," he smiled, ruffling your hair.

Romance leaned his arm against the grey-haired boy's shoulder, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Looks like everyone's tryin'a steal your girl~" he sang.

You were chatting up a storm with the other three, eyes bright as you listened to Jinu talk about his plans for the group, and nodding along to Abby ramble about his latest workout routine. Mystery growled, eyes narrowing further under his bangs. He couldn't stand it, but he was too stubborn to give up his unbothered persona...or so he thought.

Your eyes brightened further when you saw your boyfriend approaching, smiling awkwardly as you watched him angrily stomp over, fists clenched. He pushed the others aside, pulling you into him with a secure arm around your shoulders, before leaning in and...biting your cheek?

"Mine," he snarled, eyes flashing dangerously as his fringe parted to reveal them, his patterns rippling over the skin of his arms.

Baby rolled his eyes as he slumped over the armchair in the corner. Jinu and Abby smirked, raising their hands in surrender and backing up a step. You turned to him with a pout, flicking his nose.

"Stop acting like a rabid dog!" you hissed.

He bared his fangs at you, with no real threat behind the action, before dipping his head and biting your neck. You immediately flushed, pink coating your cheeks, neck and ears.

"Mystery!" you yelped, swatting him away.

He pushed his bangs away from his forehead, regarding you with an arched brow. You hated how hot that was, eye twitching in frustration. With a sigh, he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning closer into your space to pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

"Sorry, love."

[t-a-a-1]

To Fall In Love For A Prime

Summary: Optimus realizes he is falling in love with you.

1.4k words. Optimus x Female Reader

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Optimus had an instinct. 

Some instics are more peculiar than others. He noticed that his own actions did not match the rational thoughts in his processor. 

He made sure to be kind to everyone. To treat each individual with respect. 

But he noticed that things were different with you. 

Once, you had mentioned your interest in poetry. The next couple of days, Optimus spent day and night trying to retrieve from Iacon’s old DataNet, poems written by the great authors of Cybertron. He spent more time trying to translate them.

And when he was ready to show you, to recite to you … He couldn’t.

You looked at him with those eyes of yours and his processor stopped working. 

He walked away and till this day he regrets saying anything. 

“Optimus and I … Well, we are not really close. I don’t think he likes me very much.”

Although it was true that he kept a distance, he didn’t think you would wake this negatively. The only reason why he doesn’t speak much to you is because his mind goes completely blank whenever he is near you. Because your eyes shine so brightly that he can’t help but stare at them. He is quiet because nothing he could say could compare to listening to your voice. Optimus much prefers to just listen to you and see your face. Even if it's from afar.

But how can he tell you that?

How can he speak to you when he just can’t?

“Oh, it’s raining a lot,” you say as you try to cover your head. “I am sorry. You probably have better things to do than being here.”

Your car had broken down and Optimus was the first one to come to your rescue. An act you didn’t understand since you thought he disliked you … Just a little. 

It would have been better to wait inside your car but seeing that it was letting out smoke and you didn’t want to explode, you decided to wait outside just in case. 

Optimus is quiet, as he usually is when he is near you. You don’t understand why as he is very much talkative to the rest of the group. 

“You know, if you have more important things to do, you can alway leave–”

Suddenly, the rain doesn’t touch your head anymore. With one servo, Optimus covers your entire body, protecting you. 

You look up at him, your mouth a bit opened.

“Are you … harmed?”

You feel your heart beat faster and suddenly, the need to look away overpower your senses. Flustered, you didn’t understand why all of a sudden your body feels warm. 

“No, I am fine, thank you for asking!”

You say that too loudly and you become more embarrassed by the simple sound of your voice. 

Optimus doesn’t say another word and it keeps raining. A few seconds passed and you take the courage to look at Optimus again.

And he looks at you. 

Blue optics meet your eyes.

And you look away again.

“You know, maybe you can just change to your vehicle form and I can wait inside until the towing truck comes? You know, just so you don’t get caught.”

He did as you said.

And it was the first time he let someone inside his vehicle form. 

It was … a beautiful experience.

Optimus wonders how you were able to trust him so easily. Your small body, surrounded by all of him. He felt your fingers touch the Autobot emblem on the steering wheel. Your soft skin was able to touch every crack, dent and small space that he thought he lacked sensibility. 

Turns out he is just like a big old cat that loves to be pet. 

And in completely quietness, he enjoyed the silence.

You noticed this too. And although you wanted to ask him if he could be the one to pull your car to save you money, you didn’t want to interrupt the peaceful moment.

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And as days passed, Optimus began to wonder about other things.

What things did you like? Was your job of your liking? Did you have an interest in anyone?

Would you ever consider a Cybertronian as a romantic partner?

He wants to believe that the reason why that question lingers in his mind is due to mere curiosity.

That has to be it. Why else would it be?

It’s not like he wishes for your affections to be reserved just for him. It’s not like he saw you talking to a co-worker and suddenly felt the need to interrupt and take you away from him. 

Because only he can look at your face and wonder what kind of gods created such delicate art? Only he can wonder why he can’t speak to you when you look at him in the optics. 

Only he can have sleepless nights thinking of what it would be like to have your lips on his intake. 

Not because he was delusional and thought of the possibility of having a human-cybertronian relationship.

It was mere curiosity because humans seemed to have a hyperfixation on interspecies relationships. He knew because of all the human media he had consumed, not because he wanted to relate to something, of course not. It's all pure research. 

That has to be it.

“(Reader) protected the datapad with her life. We are not sure why, she probably thought it was important. But she will be fine.”

It was Optimus’s datapad. 

You lay on the medical berth as Optimus rushed to your side as soon as he heard the news. 

His mind is already punishing him for not being there when the Decepticons attacked you, for not arriving in time, for not doing his job to protect you. 

What a worthless piece of mech he is. 

Unworthy of any type of connection. He should have known. Oh, he should have known from the start. How stupid he was to believe he could ever–

“Optimus,” Ratchet interrupts his thoughts. “Does your datapad contain any classified information?”

“No,” he simply says as he looks down at your body. Delicate, hurt but still breathing. “That datapad just contained … poetry.”

At seeing his friend’s desperate optics on you, he felt as if he was interrupting an intimate moment between the two of you.

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

With that Ratchet left.

Optimus didn’t look at Ratchet leave the medical room, his optics only focused on you. He took the freedom to use one of his metal fingers to touch your hair. He found himself trembling, scared, terrified at the thought … the simple thought that maybe today you wouldn’t be here with him. 

He lets out a glitch sound as his vents exhale in an exasperating way. 

You slowly start to regain consciousness and you are blessed to see Optimus in front of you. Although you wish he looked happier.

“The datapad,” you say in a soft voice. “I am sorry, I am sorry, it broke while I–”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my Spark,” the name came out so naturally from his intake that he didn’t even realize he had said it. “It’s me who should apologize.”

“But you always wrote on that datapad, it was important to you and I–”

“You are important to me,” he says. “The most important individual, my dearest–”

He stops himself, he cannot longer put any burden on you. He’ll be damned if these feelings ever caused you harm again. For Primus, he prefers to die a thousand times if that means all harm from you can be exempted. 

And yet, a very, rotten, selfish part of him, can’t believe that you went to such lengths to protect something you thought was precious to him. When in reality, the thing you should be protecting should be yourself. 

How selfish of him to be happy at this moment. This moment when you are alive and smiling at him. Hurt but your heart is still beating. The relief cannot compare. Having you here, alive, you. 

How selfish–

“Do you wish to know what was in the data pad?” Optimus asks, returning your smile. But in your mind, his smile was the most beautiful of scenes. 

You simply nod.

“I know you enjoy poetry so I wanted to introduce you to some Cybertronian writings,” he says. “Do you want me to recite some pieces to you?”

You smile once again at him. 

“Yes.”

Very softly, Optimus begins to speak. 

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A/N: i don’t know where I was going with this but oh whale 🐳 … I have so many drafts …. But I gotta update The Darkest Hour first.

[devnmon]

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?

eddie x volt x reader

summary: eddie and volt have been arguing all day, and rather than let them keep screaming at each other, you propose they make up.

warnings: handjob, mutual masturbation, grinding, frotting

a/n: boys kissing YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! wrote this in two days, these breaker box boys have taken over my life, have fun reading <3

wc: 1.6k

Volt and Eddie had been going at it all day. 

Things seemed fine after you had reset the power, bringing their energy back tenfold. But they still managed to get on each other's nerves. 

Something from Eddie about not messing up the wiring for a new sound system. Then a note from Volt about how there were too many people on the setlist for the next coming nights and having to reschedule. Stress was getting to both your boys and you were worried they’d start screaming at each other before the day ended. 

So you felt you had to do something to rectify the situation. 

After their shifts were over, you pulled them both aside to a separate room in the back of the club. 

“Okay, boys. I can’t deal with all this friction from today getting between our relationship. So…” 

“So… what?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“You two are going to make up. Right now.” 

“What?!” 

Both of their voices rang out as one. It was cute when they did that. 

“You heard me.” 

“I’m not apologizing for anything!” Eddie retorted, annoyed. 

“Yes you are, or else.” 

“Or else what?” Volt questioned, scoffing. 

“I won’t come by the club until the two of you make up on your own time.” 

That was the sentence to get a reaction out of both men, asking you to ‘hold on’ and ‘just think this through, live wire’ with a slew of begging that followed. 

Your stern look shut them up immediately. 

Eddie cleared his throat, “What… um… would you have us do?” 

“Very cute for you to step up first, Eddie.” You started. 

“Shut up…” He replied, but the compliment painted a blush on his cheeks. 

You were very aware of the fact that both Volt and Eddie were wrapped around your little finger. 

Pulling up a chair in the center of the room, you walked over to the darker haired man and grabbed him by the wrist. 

“Sit here, Ed.” 

His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you guided him to the seat. What he thought would be the sound of you dragging over another chair for Volt to sit in was the complete opposite. His blue eyes locked on your figure as you walked over to the taller, white haired man. Confusion hit as you did the same thing with Volt as you’d done with him. 

Surely you wouldn’t…

“Volt… take a seat.” 

Immediately, Eddie retorted, “I am not a seat for him.” 

“Tonight you are, because I said so.” 

The tone in your voice meant you weren’t messing around. 

Eddie swallowed thickly. 

“What’s the big deal, Eddie? It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” Volt’s smug voice sounded out, placing one leg over the smaller man's thigh and lowering himself into his lap. He reached one hand behind Eddie’s head to hold onto the back of the chair, still towering over him with that electrifying smirk. 

God, the things you would do to see both of them in action. 

“Yeah, but…” The slight shake in his voice and his cheeks pinking up again only meant one thing. 

Eddie was so flustered. You never saw him like this unless you were alone with him. 

“Have you never… had Volt in your lap before?” You asked, curious to know. 

“No… I was always– ugh, it doesn’t matter.” 

“What would you ask of us, live wire?” 

Volt turned his head towards you, eager to obey your command. 

“Volt, would you please kiss Eddie the way you kiss me?” 

“Huh?” Eddie reacts, not having done anything romantic with the larger man in quite some time. 

“Don’t act like you haven’t done it before. I know you two used to be together.” 

“Yeah but… we haven’t since… I don’t even know when. What’s the point of this, live wire?” Eddie grumbled. 

“I just figure this’ll help you both remember how much you love each other! And so that the fighting will stop. I hate when you boys fight.” You pout the last sentence, watching Eddie’s eyebrows upturn in concern. 

He’s always had a soft spot for you. 

“If it’s what you really want…” Eddie trails off, turning his head to the man with glowing hair above him. 

“Live wire gets what they want… always.” Volt’s voice lowers, flashing his teeth at him. He leant in, tips of his hair grazing Eddie’s cheeks. He should be used to the way Volt’s strands shock his skin just the slightest. But all that time with him, he’s never grown tired of it. 

Volt’s lips press to his, and Eddie nervously closes his in tune. You stood back, watching, drinking in both your boys go from nervously pecking each other’s lips to finding comfort in their long parted mouths. 

A moment later, Eddie’s hands land on Volt’s waist, timidly, if at all. 

“Oh, come on, Eddie. I know your hands can grip harder than that. Give me a real squeeze.” 

Eddie made a gruff sound in reply and tightened his palms on Volt’s waist, before he pulled him in for another kiss. The larger man groaned in content, deepening the kiss and cupping his face. 

Minutes passed with you just observing the two growing deeper in need for one another, completely forgetting you were even standing there. It was only until you cleared your throat lightly that Volt pulled away from the man’s lips and turned his gaze towards you. 

“I guess you were right, live wire. That’s exactly what we needed.” Volt spoke, his voice worn. 

Eddie’s hair was ruffled, red, black and grey strands going every which way, his lips swollen and pink and cheeks matching the same shade. 

“C’mon over here, life… wire…” He panted, extending an arm to you. 

“You both looked to be having enough fun, I am fine just watching from over here.” At this point, you’d pulled up a chair, watching them with your chin in your hand. Smiling and blushing at the heavy breathing filling the room. Both Eddie and Volt looked so gorgeous when they were in the throes of pleasure, especially when you were in the mix. There was just something different in the air watching them interact one on one. It was special, intimate, and like they knew each other’s bodies from the inside out. 

Your eyes trailed down between the two men, obvious tents in their pants growing by the second. 

When Eddie let out a whimper upon Volt’s weight on top of him, was when they both became ultimately aware of what this whole situation had caused. 

“Should we…” Eddie’s eyes trailed over to where you sat. Something in his gaze seemed to note the arousal in your eyes, but he was hesitant to call you over. 

“I know,” Volt replied, “Are you sure you don’t want to join us, live wire?” 

“No, no. You boys seem to be having enough fun on your own. I can just watch… unless you’re uncomfortable with that?” 

“I don’t mind, how about you Eddie?” Volt asked, intrigued. Like he’d only continue if he was okay with it. 

“Mm mm. Live wire can watch if they want. Doesn’t bother me.” 

Eddie shot a smirk towards you, in almost a ‘thank you’ sort of way. You also knew this situation wouldn’t end without them indulging you, but you were always overjoyed when they were affectionate towards each other. 

Immediately, Volt’s hands traveled to Eddie’s belt and undid it, the dark haired man mirroring his movements on the other’s pants. When they pulled each other out from the confines of their clothes, groans of relief sounded out from them both. 

As if on instinct, their hard cocks pressed together and Volt’s hips grinded up against Eddie’s in a desperate chase for release. 

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, drinking in the sight of your two boys all over each other. Eddie’s sweet moans and Volts hums of approval as they sped up almost immediately, feral to bring the other to release. 

Watching them made a familiar heat grow between your legs, but you couldn’t spoil their fun by touching yourself, that would only ruin the fun. So you sat back, practically drooling over the two and how they moved so in sync. 

Eddie dropped a slew of curses as Volt’s hand wrapped around his length, praising him so beautifully. 

“You look so handsome under me like this, such a good boy.” 

Meanwhile, all Eddie could reply with was “Please…” and profanities. When he did the same to Volt, he lost that smug look on his face and moaned loudly. 

“Not so smooth now, are ya?” Eddie’s low voice ran a shiver up your spine. 

“Come o-on, Eddie… don’t forget how you fell for it more than once…” Volt’s blushing, having Eddie’s hands on him again after so long, still with that award winning smirk plastered on his face. 

It’s just a moment later the slick sounds of their palms sound out again, hips thrusting upwards to the rhythm of one another. 

When Eddie’s hips stutter, he covers Volt’s hand with the release of all the day’s stress and frustration towards his male counterpart. He groans, his chest heaving as Volt’s hips mirror his, towering over a bit closer to him upon reaching the same high. 

Both their black pants were ruined, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. There’s no doubt in your mind yours are ruined as well, for getting to witness that glorious moment of making up in just minutes was too much to bear. 

“Feel better, boys?” 

Both heads turn to you, and suddenly you feel much too clothed. 

Eddie speaks, voice low in the hot room. 

“Yeah, live wire. Your turn.”

[maryshelleysgrave]

Today's entry is one of my absolute favourites because we haven't heard from Jonathan in so long and what we finally get to hear is just horror after horror

Like I know we all joke about Lizard Style™ but Jonathan knows the span of his life and has just seen a monster leave in a most unnatural way wearing his image. That's terrifying. Jonathan doesn't exist, he may as well already be dead, he has spent the last few weeks as a living ghost essentially, and before his time is up he has to see a monster playing with him in these final ways by wearing his clothes and using his very being as a disguise to murder a child.

And then we are reminded that this castle is simply danger incarnate. No where is safe for Jonathan - he is either trapped in rooms by or with the count, or he is at major risk of becoming a midnight snack for Dracula's three weed smoking roommates anywhere else. Even something as innocuous as dust in the moonlight is a threat. No wonder we haven't heard from Jonathan in so long; first for likely fear that he'll run out of paper and ink, secondly because he's been living through each precious day through constant control and fear

(yap about the woman and her death under the cut)

The death of the woman screaming for her child is genuinely one of my favourite sections of the whole book though. It offers a snapshot of the horrors wreaked upon people by Dracula outside the castle and outside the crew of light. I am always in awe of the sheer bravery and love this fictional background character must've had to walk up to the castle and scream demands for the sake of her family.

I also think it sets up the themes of familial love (in whatever form family takes) and the power of love. What happens through the rest of the novel wouldn't occur if the characters didn't care and love each other so ardently. Yes this woman's death is a terrifying display of Dracula's power and cruelty, but the woman's actions are a precursor to the love that characterises and motivates the rest of the plot.

Her death is shortly written. Neither we nor Jonathan know much about her so there's not much to say. There is little to pity as Jonathan is becoming well acquainted with The Horrors™ and understands that her death is perhaps not unordinary, but one line in particular stands out:

There was no cry from the woman

Dracula loves to exert his power and takes delight in cruelty; he has a pack of wolves waiting patiently at his heels and plays with his food the characters simply to cause torment. I suspect that Dracula wants people to scream, he wants to see people suffer. By refusing to voice her own agony as she is killed in one of the worst ways possible (you cannot convince me that literally being eaten alive is a nice way to go) her death becomes a final act of defiance in the face of the monster who revels in pain. She does not give Dracula the satisfaction of her death. She screams only in grief for her child, defying Dracula by the pure act of trying to confront him, and she defies him again in her own death.

Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

[shosweet]

idol!gojo x background dancer!reader

“okay okay! from the top!”

satoru gojo claps his hands excitedly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. you listen as his newest song plays on the speaker. you don’t know how many times it’s been repeated in the practice room, but your muscle memory kicks in as soon as the note hits.

“you’re not getting tired, are ya?” he asks in front of you, mimicking a mic in his hand as you follow his steps behind. you chuckle, continuing the routine with a little more spunk.

there’s a certain move in the choreo that makes your head spin and nerves shoot through your body. you start to shiver knowing that part’s coming soon.

in sync with gojo, you turn and roll your bodies until they’re mere inches away. he bends his knees as if he’s kneeling before you, eyes locked on yours as his hand wraps around your waist, your nail dragging under his chin. as he slowly rises, he smirks, blushes even, but you know it’s just part of the choreography, he’s just playing that “seductive” vibe.

… right?

as that move ends, you playfully push him away by his chest, warm hand feeling how drenched he is underneath his shirt. suddenly, he jogs over to a computer, the song abruptly stopping. you panic a little, thinking you messed up as he walks over to you, panting with his hands on his hips. he stops right in front of you, warm breaths mixing in the cool air.

“you can come closer to me, y’know,” he mutters. it’s not criticism or feedback — it’s an invitation. you nod your head and hum, looking down to avoid his blue eyes staring down into you.

“and…” he places your hands on your hips, warm and firm. “you’re too stiff. y’got a nice body — show it off a little,” he smiles before heading back to the computer.

‘he’s just giving advice. feedback. pointers. gojo? flirting?? with me?!? ha! yeah, as if,’ you think to yourself, heart beating rapidly.

“gonna do that part again! i’ll count you in!” he calls, pressing play before jogging to his place. the music starts again, is it the chorus? too many thoughts rush through you after what just happened.

“5, 6, 7, 8!”

you turn, bodies in sync. as he kneels, he places his hands on your hips instead of one around your waist. he presses, guiding your hips to sway them at a slow, painful pace.

“there ya go…” he smirks in awe, knowing full well what he’s doing. you scoff, rolling your eyes as his stay glued to your body.

as he’s coming up, you take his word from earlier and go closer to him. now that he’s standing, the space between you is practically gone — his knee is in between your legs, your chest flush against his, and your noses barely brush each others.

his head is a ways above yours, but he still looks into your eyes. as you slowly drag your finger under his chin, he feels shivers through his spine, his grip on you only tightening.

you both stop, warm breath ticking your cheek. gojo’s eyes dart from your eyes to your plump lips, white lashes batting as your finger stays just under his chin. you study the way his chest rises with each breath, collarbone glistening with sweat. he doesn’t care that the song is still playing, nor if someone walks in — right now, time’s stopped and you’re all that matters.

the song ends after a couple seconds, but you’re still flush against him. silence fills the room, waking you up from your trance. you both panic, complete messes as you stumble off each other.

“was that good?” you ask, clearing your throat to cover up your embarrassment.

“much better, you’d own the stage with that,” he chuckles, leaning and bending forward so his eye level meets yours, lips inches from your own, a silent request in his actions. “although…”

“when it’s just us practicing? don’t be afraid to come eeeven closer, baby.”

[sluttyminghao]

Rough sex with hoshi with maybe choking (if you're comfortable)

The air between you crackles like static the moment that Hoshi presses you down against the mattress, his hands very firm on your hips. He’s already flushed in his cheeks, his jaw tight enough that he could probably cut glass on his jawline, and his pupils dark and locked on you like he’s hunting something he’s already caught.

“You know what that look does to me?” he mutters, voice husky as he leans over you, referring to the skimpy outfit you had worn clubbing; the hot pink tube top and black mini skirt doing the most to accentuate your curves. “Like you want to get ruined.”

You’re breathless from his actions, choosing to answer with nothing but a nod, and that’s all he needs to continue down his ravenous path of destruction.

He doesn’t start slow: the moment his body presses flush against yours, he sets a rhythm that borders on punishing. Every thrust lands deep, hard, and precise, like he’s trying to chase some tension out of his body he hadn’t admitted to until now. His hand curls around one of your thighs, holding you in place as the other finds your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Take it,” he growls, hips snapping forward again, unrelenting in his gruelling pace. “You wanted this, now be a good little slut for me and take it.”

Your back arches, a moan ripping from your throat before you can stop it, and that’s when he does it. His free hand slides up, his slightly calloused thumb brushing along your jaw before curling gently and deliberately around your throat. There’s no pressure at first, just the weight of his palm, the possessive warmth of his grip, and the way his eyes never leave yours.

“Look at me,” he commands, voice low and razor-sharp.

You do, and what you find there is pure fire: control, lust, and utter devotion. He applies the faintest pressure to your throat, just enough to make your breath catch and your pulse spike, but never too much. Just enough to remind you exactly who’s in charge.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he whispers, lips brushing your temple. “So pretty when you give in.”

Each word vibrates through you as much as the rhythm of his hips. You feel caged, wanted, held at the edge of something wild, and the danger of it only draws you deeper. It feels as if you're dangling over the edge of a cliff, about to dive off into the unknown that lies below, and it's exhilarating.

His hand around your throat tightens just slightly once again as your legs shake beneath him, and his name leaves your lips like a cry. He feels it, the way your body clutches around him, the way your breath hitches in his palm, and he leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, loosening his grip on your throat as you fall apart in front of his very eyes. “You’re mine.”

When it’s over, his hand doesn’t leave your neck right away. Instead, it drifts gently to your collarbone, tracing slow circles while he catches his breath. His other hand brushes your hair back, gaze softening into something reverent.

“Too much?” he asks, voice lower now, quieter.

You shake your head with a breathless smile. “No, it was perfect.”

[brain4stew]

PUPPETEER READER CRUMBS PLEAASSEEE ,,, ,,,,, like what would the forsaken killer cast do if the reader decides to be merciful and turn the round into a peaceful one then proceed to goof around

Interesting… I’ll see what I can do with your request for puppeteer reader, dear anon. 🙂‍↕️

(Note; Characters may be ooc, as I do not know how they’ll react, think or speak. I do not know their personalities, actions and behavior whatsoever!)

Killers reacting to Puppeteer reader going friendly, and making them do silly stuff!

(And what happens after the rounds!)

1x1x1x1 (1x4). ⚔️

The first time it happened they were arguably very confused. But, they thought you wanted to give the survivors false hope, so they just, went along with it.

However, when she sees your figure (avatar) goof around with the survivors, whilst she’s nearby, and can’t do anything?

Oh, he’s mad. (And a bit jealous. Though, don’t tell him I told you this!)

Why’d you make him go friendly? Do you like the survivors that much?

They’re glaring. Glaring at the survivors with pure hatred, especially Shedletsky. They think he did something to you.

Her glare does soften when it’s directed towards you however, but hardens when a survivor is nearby.

He gets practically forced into doing silly, and stupid things. Like, randomly attacking, just to see the survivors scramble a bit, and etc, etc. you get the gist.

So, when the rounds over, you (your avatar) is practically forced to stay within their room. Only to be let out a few minutes afterwards. They can’t stay too long away from you anyway, that’d break the helper and killer bond you two have.

(She’s just greedy when it comes to you.)

C00lkidd, Bluudud, Pr33typrincess, Mafioso. 🧱

They’re annoyed, sure. Especially C00lkidd and Mafioso.

Pr33typrincess is mostly annoyed because she’s not allowed to kill Two Time. (Fuckass nonbinary dagger person. /hj)

Bluudud doesn’t exactly care, even though he’d love to win each and every round.

Mafioso is annoyed because he cannot take care of those in debt. He does not fuck around when it comes to debt, which, is quite obvious with his occupation.

C00lkidd is annoyed because he can’t play tag and hide and seek with his father or the others! He just wants to have fun is all!!

Nonetheless, they all, especially the kids, enjoy the silly and stupid moments that happen. Mafioso, not so much, but he still likes the liveliness.

Mafioso is the one to be the most near you, just in case something happens to you. (He just likes being near you.)

The kids are well, being kids. They flock around 007n7 however, and of course, Elliot and Guest 1337.

C00lkidd actually once fell asleep by his father in one or a few rounds when it’s friendly.

Bluudud just, admiring Guest 1337.

Pr33typrincess just, playing dress up and all that with the others.

Mafioso kind of glaring at the survivors going near you. (He scared Noob on accident, poor guy.)

After rounds, it’s just a huge cuddle pile.

Basically; Mafioso behind you, as you lay against him, or on him. C00lkidd and Bluudud on either side of you and Mafioso, whilst Pr33typrincess is laying on you.

The kids end up falling asleep of course, since they had fun in the rounds and became drowsy afterwards.

Mafioso just giving you tips for future rounds, unless you decide to go friendly again, then he gives you random facts about him, his goons or bunnies and rabbits. Quietly of course, as to not wake the kids.

Jason. 🔪

He does not care if you go friendly or not.

If you go friendly, then he’s glad, you’re letting his mother rest for a bit!

As usual, he’s always quiet. The most he’ll say is just his usual; “Kill, kill” and “ma, ma”.

He doesn’t understand what you’re doing, but trusts you enough to just, make him go ftiendly.

Considering the silly stuff, you make Jason do gashing wound, just to get a survivor or two… Or more… Stuck in a wall.

The panic, and the struggle to get free from the walls makes you laugh, and it brings a faint small smile and laugh from Jason.

When the rounds are over, you will be helping Jason tend to his mother, to see if she still has energy to communicate with him when you’re not the one controlling him.

John Doe. 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣1️⃣1️⃣

He’s a bit annoyed, but not too annoyed. At least it feels like you’re giving him a break, which he appreciates. Although his corruption is being a b***h to him still…

You practically force him to go around one of the survivors, trapping them in a trail of corruption.

You also force him to fling survivors with his spikes when the survivors are in a corner, or not.

You’ll laugh of course, but John Doe doesn’t understand what’s gotten you laughing. Nonetheless, he smiles faintly. (As if he’s not already smiling like crazy…)

After the rounds, you’ll end up tired, and dozed off. John Doe just, being near you, while you lean against him to rest.

He glares at any killer that tries to wake you up. It works for most of the killers… Just… Not Guest 666 or Noli. (Just a few zaps of corruption on those two, and they’ll back off!)

Noli. 👾

This prick does not understand what you’re doing, or thinking of. But hey, at least he can silently admire 007n7 when he’s in a round too with you both!

You make Noli scare the survivors time from time, which, earns a small laugh from him, and a huge laugh from you, as you both watch the survivors flinch, and practically spin.

You’re mostly just, staying by Noli, or 007n7 whenever you’re controlling Noli.

Noli’s a bit annoyed, but oh well! At least he gets to hear you laugh, and you make him laugh too! So… Win-win!

After the rounds, Noli will surprisingly be tired, and he’ll lay on or lean against you, occasionally yawning as he tells you about the voidstar he has. Before he eventually dozes off, and falls asleep.

You of course, just let him. You do occasionally poke him and the voidstar for fun, which earns a grumble of annoyance from him, before he goes quiet again.

Azure. 🪻

He’s glad that you made him go friendly. He doesn’t really want to kill any survivors. Sure, he’d hurt them a little at least, but not full on kill!

He does occasionally steal glances at Two Time, from time to time.

You do make them use their tendrils to just, pick up a survivor or two, and just juggle them. Which earns a snicker from the both of you.

Otherwise, you’d be near Azure for a long while. Not like you can go freely, as you need to stay near the one you’re controlling to understand what to do, and all that.

They do wrap a tendril around you however, whenever Two Time is nearby, or too close for their liking. They don’t want you to get stabbed like them after all.

After rounds, Azure will wrap his tendrils around you, like a blanket, which makes you drowsy, and fall asleep. (He slaps Noli and Guest 666 with one or two of his tendrils, just to get them to leave you alone while you sleep.)

Guest 666. 👹

This guy… Feels like a puppy at most times. But he’s quite annoyed that you decided to go friendly.

He does look at Noob for a while, before looking back at you again when Noob looks at him.

You make them fling the survivors from time to time. Earning a chuckle and a cackle from him, and laughter from you.

You stay by him, or, well, his tail is wrapped around you, and carrying you around with it.

After rounds, they’ll be cuddling you, almost wrapping themselves around you, as much as they can that is. Like a dog or a cat cuddling up or around their favorite thing, place or someone.

They end up falling asleep by then, especially if you’re petting their head, and scratching behind their horns. They enjoy it quite a lot, surprisingly.

[icycoldninja]

can you write a vergil x platonic reader where vergil meets dante's daughter in dmc5 and she seems really interested in yamato but feels shy when she wants to talk to vergil and always hides behind dante when she sees him? Thanks!

Oh, totally! Enjoy!

Vergil x Niece!Reader platonic headcannons

-Well, today was not Vergil's day, that much is for sure.

-First, he got his ass handed to him by another version of himself, then met up with his lame brother and an annoying, surly youth who looked remarkably familiar, only to find out that was his son, which made even less sense than the fact that he had been turned into what is essentially a powerful tree.

-Now there was a strange little girl who'd just appeared out of nowhere, who didn't seem to be frightened at all by the nasty creatures that were so abundant, and worse, seemed to be very interest in him.

-More specifically, she was very curious about his sword. She kept staring at it, like it held all the secrets to the universe that only she could decipher, but not once did she utter so much as a word about it. Not once.

-Vergil was honestly starting to get uncomfortable, having this unusual little girl just stare at him unblinking from the sidelines, and finally made up his mind to pause his fight with Dante to ask him who the hell that kid was.

-"Where did you find such an...unusual girl? Is she a demon?"

"Weell....you could say that. Only by a quarter or somethin' like that."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that little badass is my daughter."

-Vergil can't believe it. All of a sudden, everyone's having kids these days. He may not be wrong in wondering if Dante's kid has a kid of her own at this point!

-After momentarily putting aside the fact that he and Dante were just locked in deadly combat, Vergil decided to approach his niece whom he had never met before, only for her to run away and hide behind her father, sticking her head out to peek at him only occasionally.

-Dante began laughing after seeing this, and in between giggles, tried to coerce his little girl (that's you, in case you haven't figured it out) to go and say hi, but she wouldn't.

-No amount of coaxing, cooing, or half-hearted smiles on Vergil's part would convince you to come out of your makeshift hiding spot. You refused to so much as look at him until he shifted his sword around and returned it to its place at his side.

-Your interest in the Yamato did not escape the ever attentive Vergil, so he tentatively offered the sheathed end of it to you. Dante thought he was planning to stab you, and moved to grab it first, but you finally stepped forth from your hiding spot at this action and grabbed the sword yourself.

-Vergil begrudgingly let you hold the sword and admire all the fineries of its design, but kept a close watch on you to ensure you didn't try to unsheathe it and hurt yourself.

-Before long, Dante deems it safe to step back and lets you and his brother literally sit down on the "ground" of the upper Qliphoth get to know each other over a sword.

-You just seem to really like swords, Vergil realizes, as you ask all sorts of questions about the blade and the hilt, and the "funny ribbon" on the sheath.

-When Nero finally gets there, all devilled up, he finds his dad and his cousin nerding out over a weapon that used to be his right arm, all while Dante watches and smiles from afar.

-Later, Vergil asks if he can switch offspring with Dante. He'd like to think he'd do better at raising a daughter who had more refined tastes like himself than a rough-and-tumble son who was honestly less like him and more like his brother.

[encherries]

NISHIMURA RIKI AS YOUR BEST FRIEND HCS.

riki x gn!reader — no warnings, this is mostly fluff ! slightly suggestive at the end but no actual smut. still i would say mdni as i’d rather not have minors around my page at all.

also if some of this sounds familiar, i wrote something similar on my old blog for a different group and revamped it for enha. reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡

best friend!riki who looks intimidating on first glance, but in actuality is the most caring and sweet person you know

best friend!riki who you first met in your freshman year of college when you got paired up for a project together

best friend!riki who was shy at first but seemed to come out of his shell whenever you were around

best friend!riki who quickly became your best friend and the person you trust the most

best friend!riki who is playful and funny and likes to childishly annoy you on purpose by poking your sides or stealing your phone, holding it above his head as he makes fun of how much shorter you are while you fight to get the device back from his grip

best friend!riki who somehow hit puberty twice and became unfairly hot and attractive now that you’re in senior year

best friend!riki who everyone has a crush on, girls and guys and you

best friend!riki who has dated a lot of people but his relationships never last, earning him a bit of a playboy title

best friend!riki who you wish would just pay attention romantically to you for once, but you settle for being his best friend. the thought of losing him completely if you ever confess your feelings too horrible for you to bear

best friend!riki who recently has gotten touchier with you, resting an arm around your shoulders or on the back of your chair, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers when you’re studying together. you always feel your cheeks burning and butterflies dancing in your stomach, and you desperately hope he doesn’t notice

best friend!riki who invites you over to his place to watch your favorite tv show together, looking perfect even though he’s just wearing sweatpants and some old t shirt

best friend!riki who insists upon laying in the same bed together, just cozy together as friends, a respectable space between the two of you

best friend!riki who you somehow end up moving closer and closer with, until you’re resting your head on his shoulder and his arm naturally finds it’s way around your waist like it belongs there

best friend!riki who keeps his focus on the tv as he starts trailing little patterns with his fingertips on your waist. over the fabric of your hoodie at first until he pushes it up slightly, leaving a strip of exposed skin

best friend!riki who has you feeling sparks and goosebumps as he continues his actions, just lightly feeling your skin under his hand

best friend!riki who finally shifts his attention to you as you say his name, your voice questioning

best friend!riki who is suddenly so close as you get lost in the eye contact when you both stare at each other, and you don’t exactly know who moves in first but now you’re kissing

best friend!riki who is slow and delicate as he moves his lips against yours, swallowing your little gasp when he licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss

best friend!riki who pulls away eventually for breath, and still looks absolutely perfect even though his hair is messed up from the way you ran your hands though it. his lips are slightly swollen from kissing you, and there’s a cute redness high up on his cheeks

best friend!riki who leans in close again, with his arms around your waist pressing your body against his. he doesn’t kiss you again just yet, instead keeps voice low as he finally whispers against your lips, “please be my girlfriend?”

boyfriend!riki who doesn’t actually change all that much even when your relationship status does, besides the fact he now gets to kiss you and be with you whenever he wants

[julietcpulet]

I just realized Jinshi doesn't know Ah Duo approached Maomao and offered her a way out (of their relationship) to which Maomao said NO.

Will something change if he finds out? I believe the reason Jinshi wants to let her go is because he believes Maomao would be miserable being the crown prince's consort/wife. But Maomao knows the stakes now yet she's still determined to stay with him.

This probably won't derail Jinshi's goals of getting abdicated from the throne but I wish he knows Maomao loves him just as much as he loves her. I think he deserves it a little bit after all he did for their relationship. He'd probably cry 😭

(Spoilers) Oh I definitely think if he knew this would only serve to bring them closer. For one, although Jinshi can read Maomao pretty well and surmise that she returns his feelings, having outside evidence that she wants to be with him, even to the point of being willing to subject herself to the inner workings of the palace, would be conclusive proof of how she feels.

Also, it shows that despite her banter to the contrary, she’s seen his efforts to keep her and is making efforts of her own to support him no matter the outcome. It’s what true love and sacrifice are all about. The willingness to do something for someone without anything in return but simply because you want to be with them. It showed the strength of her feelings without her actually voicing them, again why she’s an unreliable narrator out loud but her actions are of immense importance.

I think him knowing would also eventually affect his relationship with Ah-Duo. Although we can sympathize with her situation related to the Emperor, her attempt to remove Maomao without seeing all that her son is doing to make Maomao comfortable or to understand that he wouldn’t compromise her at all shows a lack of understanding of him as a person. Even though he doesn’t know her yet as his mother, if he came to I think knowing this would put a strain on their relationship. He would sympathize with how her youth turned out but also be hurt that she felt she couldn’t approach him sincerely about Maomao.

I think in some ways it’s sweeter he doesn’t know though and only we as the readers do because it lets us see just how much they’re fighting for one another and the sincerity of their feelings. The only issue between them comes down to the same thing they have struggled with from the beginning which is being able to communicate this sincerity and find a way to work out solutions together. But that’s why I personally find them so endearing because it’s not so much that they lack feeling, it’s that they’re both trying to be so selfless towards one another they have a hard time confessing their intentions to each other.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

If Pearline holds no purpose, then nethier does Mary ( which isn't true). Like I get, we can all have opinions, but some of these people are disrespectful and truly don't care about character dynamics in a story. Pearline represents a new love for Sammie, new experience, and new beginning. They very much compliment each because of their drive for music and the freedom they feel when doing it. ( It was told in actions/ movements) A real critique should have been, " I wish we would have gotten more of backstory about Pearline’s other than she was married." instead of comparing her to replace to an object (lamp). Like get sometimes people can't see beyond sex, but let try our best to keep coloring within a line because some of yall wasn’t paying attention.

Exactly.

It's plain microaggressions disguised as critical engagement of Black art. Like you said, a good faith critique could've been wanting more backstory etc, but that wasn't their intent.

Nowadays we have to be more mindful of how others interact with Black content, especially Black female characters. There are anti-Black people who are also saying disparaging things about Riri in the Ironheart series (another Coogler produced project) that are thinly veiled as "critiques" when it's just putting down Black women.

We're in an era of blatant Black erasure and I'll always stay on the necks of dishonest critiques and shady "opinions". I'm especially suspicious of opinions from people whose blogs/pages have never had any posts about Black media, but suddenly have negative things to say about a Black film character. Every one of those Black women characters had agency that propelled the story forward (even Grace as a Chinese American character pushed the plot), and having viewed the film several times, I can't even imagine Pearline not being there, especially as a balance to the Black female presence helping to create Blues music, too.

Every male character had a female counterpart that brought out different sides to them and mirrored their inner impulses, and Sammie not having Pearline would've been a hole in the story. In fact, when Sammie was in the church at the end and his father was preaching for him to let go of secular music, he thinks of Delta Slim and Pearline as his reasons to keep making blues music and leaving the delta for good.

People get mad when I call it anti-Blackness wrapped in misogynoir. It's what I see.

Pearline helped propel Sammie into the future, and he revered her for the rest of his life. It's why so many people get misty-eyed when they see that he named his blues club after her. I mean, even the great blues guitarist Son House has a song named "Pearline" that I know Ryan listened to in his research of blues music, so she was meant to be there.

[casscainmainly]

his hand on her head as they give her the routine treatment she lets out a “you remind me of him” she’s already passed out and he’s just silent

they’re so evil and disturbed and you’re right about how they are both a bit blind to how much cass actually “loves” cain

a bit blind is a stretch for bruce tbh he doesn’t even really have a clue while it’s something cass has struggled with at

MMHMMM YEAHHH the hand on her head thing is soooo wicked and evil because it's such a recurring thing (see THIS POST by @batboopp if you want to shred your heart to pieces). I do wonder how much Bruce knew about Cass' feelings? He was super in denial about her all the time, but the true tragedy of Bruce-Cass to me is that he did know how much she loves Cain.

Thinking about the myriad ways Bruce had of separating Cass from Cain, not for her sake entirely but also for his.

Batgirl (2000) #22 // #33

In both these issues, Bruce tries his hardest to keep Cass from her father, and I think part of that is because he knows that she does love him. "You feel responsible for him. Don't." <- Part of what makes this line so interesting is that Bruce is right, Cass shouldn't feel responsible for him, but he follows it up with "Do what I trained you to do." Bruce fears Cass' loyalty to David will interfere with her loyalty to him. And that loyalty has always been mixed up in their love for each other, so in a lot of ways Bruce is reacting against Cass' love for David, which he is aware of (even if he'll never admit it out loud).

In #33 too, the issue ends with Bruce proposing a new birthday for Cass (not the one David said) and giving her a gift and the title is revealed to be Father's Day. Like Bruce is clearly vying for Cass' affection, putting himself in opposition to David. He wouldn't do this unless he was afraid Cass loved David more than him.

And the thing he doesn't get is it's this possessive aspect that makes him like David. The more he tries to pit himself against David, the more his actions remind Cass of him. And this is so DELICIOUS ARIHEFUASH. It's why we have this astonishing moment from the end of #37, after Cass realises that David really was her bio dad:

C'MONNNN THIS MOMENT. This being like the second to last page Puckett wrote in BG 2000 drives me up the wall it's so good. The point of #37 is Cass realising that even though David was her dad, even though David did love her, it doesn't matter. He still hurt her. But we end with this Bruce-Cass moment, and Cass' angry expression and Bruce turning away in - sadness? Shame? Oh Damion Scott the artist you are. Inin the context of the issue it's basically saying that this lesson Cass learned with David is also one she learns with Bruce. It doesn't matter how much he loves her, he hurts her, too. And Bruce's expression is ripe for interpretation - does he also understand that? Is he sad about Cass' sadness, about David being her dad, or about what that means for the two of them?

Anyway YEAH I love your pitch so so so bad someone must write a fic about it. Bruce-David parallels foreverrr.