#(I think I like how Whirl turned out the most btw)

[yujinnieswifeu]

can you do one where the reader feels like they have lost their sex appeal and asks a friend for help to understand the situation? (Here my inspo and can you do a g!p too plz)

Pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom!wonyoung

Warnings: smut, g!p wonyoung (wonyoung has a dick)

a/n: hi anon! Just wanna say thanks for the inspo, i really like it when people request a plot which you did, and also i rlly hope you enjoy this cause i sure did when i wrote🥹. U didn’t request any specific idol so i just went w wony to complete ot5 and also cause i feel she would fit this inspo the best! (Btw, i recognise the fanart hehe, should i write for genshin too? 🤭)

It has been weeks since you and Wonyoung did that. Every time you try to initiate it, she would decline it, telling you she wants to go to sleep or that she was tired. It has you overthinking, what if she doesn’t like you in that way anymore? Are you just not attractive to her? So many thoughts whirl in your mind and you really needed to let it out. So who else than your bestie? Surely she can help you with this situation right?

。。。(it means time skip)

“I..I don’t know how to tell you this.” You say, feeling embarrass even thinking about the situation you were going through now, your cheeks feeling hot at the thought of telling something so personal to your best friend. But she was the only one who you could rely on whenever you had troubles. “y/nnnn, you better tell me now.” She dragged her words, rolling her eyes in slight annoyance. You had been this way for the past 30 minutes, and Rei was starting to get frustrated she was not able to get it out from you.

“Fine! Ugh, ithinkilostmysexappeal!” The words comes out quickly, the pout on your face as you look at the floor instead, suddenly finding that to be more interesting. The sudden sound of laughter floods the café instead, your head immediately shoots up, looking at Rei who was now laughing. You looked around, seeing some people stare your way and you glared at her. “Keep it down!” You whispered and she wiped the tears that escaped from laughing so much. “I-i’m sorry, i just can’t believe you just said that.” She said, now more calmly as you sighed frustratingly.

“Wony has been ignoring my advances when i try to initiate.” You say truthfully, your brows furrow in thought, your expression showing how worried you were that Rei becomes serious. “And what does she say?” She frowns, her fingers wrapping around the straw as she stirs her drink, taking a sip of it. “She just tells me she does not feel like it, sometimes she says it’s because she’s tired. I’m worried Rei.” You looked at the table as you let out your emotions, and Rei pouts as she stares at you.

“Maybe she’s just tired like she says? Honestly, i know Wonyoung could never stop loving you with how she keeps talking about you.” You looked up at her, tilting your head. “How do you know that?” You were surprised, Rei has never told you stuff concerning your girlfriend before, so it came off as surprising for you. That was until you could see the slight tint of red on her cheeks, a smirk appearing on your face instead. “Rei…don’t tell me…it’s Liz isn’t it?” You squealed, and it wad Rei’s turn to look at the floor, covering her face.

“Aha, i knew it!” You say rather too loud, attracting some eyes at your table once again, and you mutter a sorry in their direction, looking at your friend who only groans. “Yes but i can’t help it when she looks like a teddy bear most of the time!” It was your turn to laugh, but not as loud this time, with Rei quickly bringing you back to the topic at hand. “Anyways, i think you don’t need to worry so much y/n yah, maybe you just need to..up your game?” She raises her brows in a playful manner, which makes you giggle a little. “You mean…dress something that makes her want to do that with me?” She nods her head, and you give it a thought.

Dress something..what always makes Wonyoung go crazy? Your mind reeled with different images of you, and you were sure your face was red. Rei was giggling at your face, taking pictures from her phone as you groaned, trying to snatch her phone from her.

。。。

You were nervous, your heart was racing every millisecond at this point, you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, the headband rested on your head was one with bunny ears, and you had wore a lingerie with her favourite colour red. When Rei told you earlier to wear something that would make her go crazy, you immediately thought of this since you had wore something similar before and it had made her go feral. You just hoped the outfit you had on would make her go as feral as that time.

Soon you could hear the sounds of keys jangling, the door opening, and her voice ringing throughout the house.

“Baby i’m home!” She had said, and instead of replying or your usual, where you would greet her with a hug, you immediately jumped on the bed, sprawling yourself out instead to look sexy for her. “Babes?” Her voice echos again, and you could hear the door to your shared bedroom open, your heart was racing as she opens the door fully, her eyes immediately on yours as she froze there on the spot. Her eyes were boring holes into your skin, it made you feel naked, the electric feeling running through you. “Welcome home Wony..h-how do you like my outfit? I dressed up for you since you haven’t been giving my body attention a-and though-” She stops your rambling instead by kissing you with hunger, her hands lost in your hair as she slides them down your back, feeling your skin on her fingers as you melted into her, moaning against her lips.

She pulled away, her eyes now a darker shade of brown, as she bit her bottom lip. “My bunny wants attention that bad huh?” There was that nickname, you only whimper at her words, her hand slides up to play at your headband, stroking the ears as her eyes stayed glue to yours. “Fuck..you make me so hard y/n..” She whispers against your ears, her tongue probes out, flicking against your earlobe as she grinds herself against you, making you feel how hard she was and you gasp, your fingers around her back pulling her closer to you. “Y-you feel that bunny?” Panting, she pulls away, giving you a show as she undo her blouse and unclasps her bra quickly, the bra falling off as she throws it somewhere across the room, leaving the blouse on as she knew what it does to you.

Moving next to you, she pats her lap and you get the message, your thighs over hers as you watch her undo her belt. The bulge was already obvious, poking at her pants wanting to be freed of its confinements. It only makes you squirm on her lap, watching her as she finally pulls down her pants, helping her to get rid of it fully as you throw it at the edge of the bed. You stared at her covered bulge again, a damp spot evident on her panties. It makes you bite your lips, and you hear her clicking her tongue. “Eyes up here bunny.” The nickname rolls over her lips, making you whimper again as you look up into her eyes, feeling like a prey as she stares into yours like a predator. “I want to see you bounce on me bunny, you’re good at that aren’t you? You’re a bunny after all” She cocks her head to one side, and you nod your head desperately. The feeling between your legs was uncomfortable at this point, just aching to be filled with her cock.

You feel her pressing her fingers over your clothed area, the pressure on your clit makes you move your hips, moaning softly for her. She bites her lips, watching you as you masturbate on her fingers, it only makes her harder. She stills your hips with her other hand, sliding your panties to one side, looking down at how wet you are, it almost makes her moan. “Fuck…you’re such a fucking tease huh bunny? Wearing my favourite colour on you..and those bunny ears, you know what it does to me.” She groans, feeling her squeeze at your hip where her hand stayed, before feeling her pull your body closer to her, reaching to take her cock, stroking it and slapping it over your clit.

You gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders as she continues to slap her tip over your clit, making it red and puffy just how she likes it. “So pretty for me, i love you like this bunny..now show me how you bounce on my cock.” She orders, making you whine out. Your hand goes to your panties, wanting to take them off before feeling her hands stop you. “Don’t. I want it on bunny.” She warns, her eyes glaring into yours to not talk back which makes you gulp instead, feeling her guide her tip over your sopping hole. Your eyes rolls to the back when you feel her tip past your hole, the feeling only makes you moan loudly, gripping at her shoulders.

She pulls you down slowly over her cock, letting you adjust to her size before she was fully inside of you. The feeling only makes you whimper, as you start to bounce on her cock. She groans as she watches you move up and down on her cock, her hands goes to your ass, giving them a small squeeze before spreading your asscheeks apart, stretching your hole. It only makes it easier for you to move all the way, the added sensation causes your body to tremble slightly, a shiver running down your spine as you continue to milk her dry.

“W-what a good bunny.” She praises you, pressing her lips on yours as you both make out messily, her tongue slides across your bottom lip asking for access and you part your lips, the feeling of her tongue around yours makes you moan softly, still bouncing on her cock. You could feel her fingers running up your spine, making you shiver as she goes to unclasp your bra.

Pulling away from the kiss, she watches you as you continue to masturbate yourself over her cock, the feeling of your walls wrapping around her makes her moan softly, her hand goes over to your breasts as they shake with each bounce, stimulating them. She could feel your walls tightening around her, making her head tilt to the back as she lets out a throaty moan. “S-so fucking tight bunny.” She groans out, before gripping on your hips, guiding you over her cock.

You could feel your stomach coil, the need to come washes over you “I-i need to cum please Wony?” You struggle to say, and she holds your hip in place, driving her cock in and out of your pussy instead. You cry out, head lost in her neck as she moves her hips even faster, fucking you roughly, making your eyes roll. “I-i’m going to breed this pussy full of my bunnies, o-oh fuck fuck fuck, cum with me bunny!” Her words only sends you over the edge as you cum all over her cock, your eyes rolls back as you see white, crying out her name as your walls closes around her, feeling her seeds paint your insides white.

She pants softly, your head nestled in her neck as you both take some time to come down from your shared orgasms. “Wow.” She wearily says, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your back. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you. “Finally back to earth?” She teases, and you roll your eyes playfully. “Well no, i’m still in heaven.” You reply, a smile forming on your face and you could see her cheeks turn slightly red. It was like a whole different demeanour from when she fucked you, but you liked it either way.

“You going to tell me why you dressed up as a bunny now?” She changes the topic, and it makes you bite your bottom lip nervously. “I just…just thought that i lost my sex appeal.” You tell her truthfully, and her brows furrows in thought, thinking back on how she has been the past few days, the realisation hits her and she sighs. “Baby, look at me.” She says, making you look up into her eyes and she cups your cheeks in her palms. “I’m sorry, i didn’t notice i was neglecting my poor bunny, but i swear i still love you okay? I’ve just been really busy with work and just want to sleep each time i hit the bed.” She pouts, her eyes now looking sad as she stares at your face. You gave her a comforting smile instead, before pressing your lips on hers once more.

“And i’m sorry i did not communicate this with you sooner, it was wrong of me too.” She giggles, her infamous grin appearing on her face instead. “Well, i quite like this one though, you looked so hot in that bunny outfit.” She bites her bottom lip, and you only hide your face against her neck, whining for her to stop teasing you. Giggling, she pulls your face to hers, pecking your lips. “I love you my bunny.” She says, her forehead against yours. “I love you too Wony. And we should wash up now.” You were about to pull away before she pulls you back into her embrace.

“No, let’s stay in this position for a while, i like being inside of you my bunny.” She teases, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

[bloodandthestars]

request please for ex!miguel o’hara x spiderwoman reader, they have lots of romantic history from a long time ago but never told anyone (secret relationship rahhh) and Miguel ended up ending things because he has too much trauma baggage even though they have so much love for one another… but forward to current day (like when miles arrives), they always argue mainly in spanish and seem to be sworn enemies but still f buddies .. they jus so complicated 😭 love ur work sm btw <3

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆��𝐀𝐆𝐄

tags: angst. angst as hell. no spoilers! spanish speaking gn!reader

hello all! sorry, i had to deal w the brainrot that is making a spidersona. time to get back to writing miguel! i orginally saw this style of hcs and fic from @loganlermanstanaccount and wanted to try my hand at it. i did take most parts of this request and ran with it so whoops. a part two is possible however. thank you for your request, and i hope you enjoy, darling. AND TY FOR LOVING MY WORK <3

wc: 3k masterlist. credits to the artist, tbd.

You tap away at a few screens on your multi-dimensional device, walking with a crowd through the Spider Society. Another day through the labyrinth, another day to deal with a whirlwind of anomalies. Not to mention the unlimited number of Spider-Men who all need direction, and who better to carry that on his shoulders than your ex, Miguel O'Hara?

You were there since the beginning of the Spider Society through an ill-fated glitch. How Ironic, hm?

Miguel was in the middle of putting together his control center. His platform was being installed, all by his working hands.

Your arrival almost took his heart out of his chest— a whirl of colors splashing behind him not getting his attention until there was a loud *CRASH!*

He turns around, approaching the scattered heaps of documents and boxes of materials like a wary animal. White papers fell around your arching figure when he finally sees you.

You catch his eyes and he catches yours, causing him to lower the wrench that was tight in his grasp.

Jessica comes into the space, as do a few others that were starting recruits. “What the hell-? What happened, Miguel?”

“Miguel!” The second calling of his name catches his attention to Jessica. He looks to her then down to you.

You run your fingers through your hair, eyes unfocused to be swallowed in your thoughts. You continue on your way through the amalgamation of paths, twists and turns past many who do the same as you: stop the anomalies, putting the universe first. Those ideals were drilled in from the very beginning. Since you saw the effects of it firsthand, you were all for the cause.

Safe to say you were an easy addition to the team.

At first, you wanted to just find a way home. That’s what would come first. Miguel didn’t mind that. If you weren’t here to stay, then why bother with the insignificant?

That was until an emergency hit the infant spider society on all sides

Your ears were pierced with screams of fear as soon as you pushed through the portal. You looked around frantically at what you could through the rushing crowd. It was another version of Paris, with the Eiffel Tower replaced with a large monument made of stone. Not many places to attach webs in an open area. Shit.

Miguel barks out orders to the other two Spider-people on the scene. When his eyes look at you, they narrow. You immediately tense. Was it a fight you were preparing for? You didn’t have time to think about it when a device was thrown your way. You catch it with ease— an item to wear around your wrist.

And before he thwiped away you hear: “If you’re going to be here, you might as well be useful.”

You weren’t sure whether to take that as a vote of confidence or not— you go with not.

A version of the Goblin, made of some kind of glass crystal material. His hoverboard emitted light on himself that he uses to his advantage to blind others when they get close.

The searing white obstructed the vision of one Spider-person, causing them to misplace a step on the monument. Webs snap under the concrete they were trying to keep from falling. Your stomach turned— it was time for action.

Using your webs on the crumbling monument, you catapulted yourself to the solid rock. Webs sprouted from your capsules and slid under the concrete. Before the rock’s weight can take you down entirely, you shot out a web to the top of the monument and pulled as much as your strength could muster.

You could your veins pulse as you held on. People scattered as much as they can before the webs bounce under the heavyweight. A man tried to help his wife up from a broken ankle. If they didn’t move from the area, an ankle wouldn’t be the only thing that was broken. Or worse, and you couldn’t have that.

The tendrils of your webbing began to snap, maybe you could try to web more before it—

Red lining shoots out, going under the rock to give support. Miguel skid to a stop next to you, ordering through gritted teeth. “Go!”

You dove down from above, bouncing off the piece and webbing the couple’s backs. You gave a sharp pull. They whisk by and into your arms as you slide to a stop. Miguel can see there are no civilians in the way and let's go with a gasp of air.

Your eyes snapped to the piece of concrete as it falls. When it gets closer to the ground, you webbed over to it to break it to pieces— lessening its impact when it falls.

Within a second of catching your breath, Your gaze went back up to Miguel’s. He gave you a short nod. You returned it, pulling a web out to join the fight at the top of the monument.

From there, you’ve been a part of the team. Starting on small missions and quickly going from there.

Your wrist device lights up and captures your attention. Miguel’s unmasked face looks at you with a hardened look. “I’ll need your assistance with an anomaly case. You know where to go.”

And that’s exactly how he speaks to you now. Straight to the point, no time for idle chit-chat. You exhale through your nose. “Alright.”

Returning from the attack for the Goblin, You and Miguel caught your breath once the portal closed.

You glanced over to Noir and Jessica, who had the said anomaly tied and ready to be contained.

“You sure disco ball over there is secure?” You asked dusting off your suit. “Yes.” Miguel responded. “Good enough excuse to see how our holding pods will work.”

You gave a nod, looking off to see them take the Goblin away. You caught “Now as for adjustments…” from the voice next y to you and turn. You thought he was talking to you, but instead, he had a hand over his mouth. It took you a moment to realize what he was muttering to himself.

“¿Te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?”

Miguel’s head snaps over to you with wide eyes. They turn slender in slight curiosity. “¿Hablas español?”

You gave him a light shrug, but the smirk on your face was evidence enough for him. You were close to tensing under his gaze— until he let out an amusement huff.

“¿Qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?”

“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” You gave him a small smile.

He returned it.

Now, Miguel looks at you sternly before his image flickers out. You click your tongue, beginning to make your way to his control center.

You had dated for two years— entirely in secret, mind you.

There was the important cause for safety, but another excuse was simply because the seclusion suited you both.

As the day went by, you were two colleagues. Side by side on a mission, working with each other going off of a few glances.

If you desired to speak to only each other, you'd speak in Spanish. A passing compliment, a question on anomaly details, what to have for dinner that night. The world didn't exist then.

By night, a gentle hand would rest on Miguel’s shoulder, causing it to lose its built tension. In the quiet of the space, you’d whisper. “Let’s get some rest.”

At first, it would take some coaxing but as time went on, he would be by your side before you could get the words out.

Your place or his, it was a switch between the two. Either way, you’d feel the weight of his body sink into yours. All his exhaustion comes to fruition behind closed blinds.

Sometimes if it weighed too much, you’d fall onto the couch with your suits still on. If he had a bit of energy, you��d get out of them and then take loaded steps towards the bedroom.

Your favorite nights were when he fell asleep before you. A chuckle escapes your lips when you turn back, only to see him sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Gently, you’d brush his strands from his face, bathing in the rare sight that was a calm expression. The tips of your fingers graze the strong height of his cheek, lingering there as if to savor the moment a bit longer.

It was in these secluded moments that you’d pull the cover over his scarred back. Where you’d lay next to his larger figure, close but barely touching. Fingers grazing each other at best.

His struggles with opening up weren’t anything new to you. It took a lot of power to be vulnerable, to take that chance. So you took it one step at a time.

Those days weren’t long gone, however, you both made progress as time went by.

Fingers grazing each other became hand-holding. Hand holding then turned into him capturing your body in one swoop of his arm and securing you to his form.

And it was here you felt the most secluded. Because only you could see that neutral expression of sleep turn into a relaxed one. Where you could feel his need through the grip of his arm in the depths of the night, and not tell a soul.

He could have called anyone else. It's a proposition that only occurs to him after he makes communications with you. By the time you show up in his space, the idea is long forgotten.

Miguel turns around just in time to see you arrive. You lean your weight on your foot, hip out with a hand resting on it. “What’s the situation, O’Hara?”

O’Hara. He would have thought that sting would numb away by now.

You swing up to his platform, catching your landing out of the corner of his eye. With a few buttons pressed on the hologram, he swipes it in your direction without looking at you. “We got an anomaly on the move. Lyla’s attempting to track it now using the intel gathered.”

Your hand stops the hologram, opening it with your palm. In a gold hue, an image of a Mysterio lights up. A model of him spin for your view, some kind of blue flame for a head. Details of his face were in the fire, filled with an ego that seemed to span many universes.

“I remember this one.” You say, fingers swiping through logs. You stop at one, then push it in his direction. “Android from Earth 1610. Not his first time trying his hand at this.”

“You’ve been dealing with him before?” Miguel asks with sternness in his voice. He knew it was there and ever evident.

From your tone, it seems you caught it too. “From his glitch into a different universe. We returned him back to his own but it looks like he’s trying his hand at multiverse travel.”

The taller man scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Great.”

To no one’s surprise, you picked that up. Your voice grew in intensity. "What?”

Miguel finally turns around. With stern eyes, he looks at you and his stomach feels like it’s gotten hit with a ton of bricks. It’s exactly what he was afraid of, hence him never sparing you a glance when called to his station. It didn’t show on his face however, he wouldn’t allow it to.

“That means it could have gotten handled ages ago by simply sticking him somewhere he couldn’t get out.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That was the beginning, we didn’t know any better. Now we do. It’s called growth, Miguel.”

He held the audacity to roll his eyes. You’re quick to speak. “We don’t expect them to become nuisances.”

“But it could’ve been avoided.”

“Of course, it could have. Emphasis on could. It’s just something we couldn’t predict.”

“Oh? Really?” A bit of edge appears in his voice again. “He’s a villain! It’s second nature!”

You take a step up to him, finger pointed in his direction. “We followed your protocol! You can’t predict everything, Miguel!”

You were there for the best parts

And you were there for…for the worst parts

The parts where in the thresholds of sleep, you swore you could hear him mutter her name, and his arm clutch around you even tighter.

The parts that were once fruitful moments of communication, ended in distance due to his growing anger.

The parts that held you both up at night, Miguel finding another thing to pick apart, to worry about, to enclose you from.

A picture of two you couldn't see. A toy box collecting dust in his apartment closet.

You were there…till the very end.

“Miguel, I just don’t understand why this is an issue.” You hold the bridge of your nose before letting go and addressing him with unwavering eyes. “Noir says you’ve been at this for months, we have a lead-”

“Into a universe that is on the brink of collapsing!” “That’s why the anomaly would go! To hide in plain sight of a possible disaster!”

“No, absolutely not.” Miguel shook his head, already final in his mind. “One wrong move and you’ll end up like-” It was like all the color drained from his face.

“Like who, Miguel?”

Your question stopped him cold, hard eyes glancing at you. “You know who.”

He pushed away the thought of you hearing him in his sleep when the sun comes up. But deep down he always knew. He always knew that you knew something was going on with him. And he could see that you were trying so *hard* to be patient with him.

With every frustrated huff to end the conversation, every turn away from you, you were unmoving. Waiting. Giving him all the time in the world that deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve.

This conversation ends like the others, with a clenched jaw wanting to spill out everything he can but never finding the words to do so. Leaving you there in the dead silence where you feel the most alone.

You shut your eyes, trying not to waste any more tears on another fruitless conversation. A sigh slips past your lips. “I can’t keep doing this, Miguel.”

His head looks back to you with wide eyes. Those eyes slowly narrow, with words coming out like the very venom he creates. “Then leave.”

Those words still pierce your heart as if it was yesterday. You shut your eyes, shaking your head to push the familiar feelings from bubbling in your chest. Even with the attempt of calm, he persisted.

“No. I can’t.” He sounded like he was just saying it just to say it. “But I sure as hell can prevent potentially dangerous messes from coming back— like this one!”

Emotion erupts inside you all over again, breaking what little restraint you put together. Like a twig snapped under the slightest edge of pressure. You fell into that same routine all over again. “You’re being completely unreasonable to the people who-"

He held the bridge of his nose, voice not losing its hard edge. “Do you remotely have an idea of how many anomalies have to be taken care of in a week? In a day? When I want something taken care of, I expect it to be.”

“You’re always expecting perfection, some kind of straight path you can control. Is that why you got rid of me-?”

Your gasp quickly stops you from speaking further— but it was already too late. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, wide at your exclamation. You place a hand over your mouth with panicked eyes. The silence was what made it worse, feel it wrap around your neck and cause a hard, painful lump in your throat. You know he watches as you turn away from him.

“Then leave.” Those words still plague his mind as if it was yesterday. As if he didn’t have enough piling onto his shoulders, he had to go and lose you too. The one thing that—some days—was keeping that very mind together.

Something aches within him. His heart grows heavy in its weight. He turns his head, closing his eyes to take a breath. Many things haunted him, whether it be his own failings or the atrocities he’s seen throughout dimensions. He didn’t expect to, nor never wanted to add you to the list. You became another person that slipped from his fingertips.

You take a deep breath, wiping your face with a shaky hand. When you turn back, he’s collected himself. His gaze was now devoid of frustration as it was set upon you. Instead, it was filled with something else, something different. You exhale to make your brain know to say something. Miguel parts his lips. In a soft mutter you begin to recognize, he says. “I didn’t get-"

Your senses go off, turning your body away from his to see Peter B. and one of Jessica’s come around the corner. Your eyes remain on them, forcing themselves onto them. You calm your breathing with a hard swallow. Miguel felt something twist in his stomach once you turn away. A heaviness weighed at his tongue, lips still parted for what he wanted to tell you. But you had eyes on you now, curious looks that could grow into something more if he didn’t follow your lead.

He blinks a few times, turning to face the other two Spider-people with a locked jaws. How’d he’d be able to speak with his throat feeling non-existent was a feat in itself. Your eyes are kept to the ground until you take a deep breath. They raise, your feelings being pushed down once again. And you stand next to each other, with what felt like a world’s distance between you, miraged by only a couple feet.

taglist: @manchuria @kokomaii @rea-zxv @vvitcxen @pooiooi @jowtaro @miguelsfangs @vegas-writing-den @m150-50up

“¿te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?” — you mumble to yourself like that all the time?

“¿hablas español?” — you speak spanish?

“¿qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?” — just what else do you have up your sleeve?

“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” — I can’t just reveal all my tricks to you, now can I?

[gothushi]

gosh your fic (which i LOVED btw) has my mind whirling with all the possibilities of pegging the other boys. luke and simon are a given, obviously, that’s just another tuesday for them, in fact they both wear signs that say “please peg me!!” at all times, but imagine hook or charlie or nikolai? i think all three of them would try to act so tough and unbothered, but the second the action starts suddenly you should’ve soundproofed the walls. ernst? oh my i don’t think he’d even know what to do with himself, he’d be so overwhelmed and nervous, but once you actually start his brain would turn to absolute mush; his tongue rolling out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back. father anthony? oh my lord (harhar)….talk about ruining that man for forever. i genuinely think it would alter (harhar) his brain chemistry. sex in general is probably so overwhelming for him considering how long he’s abstained, so i can’t imagine how mind breaking it would be to be on the receiving end of so much pleasure. seb? i think he’d be so intimidated and hesitant to the idea at first, but he’d quickly loose his absolute mind once things get going. slurring his words, drooling into the pillow.

if we really wanna get into luke and simon though, i think they’re both similar in the sense that in the beginning they’d be really hesitant to the idea of anything inside them. there’s just *no way* they’d like that, i mean….who do you think they are? they like to fuck, not be fucked! but obviously they become absolute sluts to their prostates being played with very quickly. i can just imagine simon begging for u and brendan to put it in at the same time because “i can take it!! i swear i can!! come on….please, please?”

okay luke and simon hard agree fully. especially with simon wanting u and brendan to fuck him at the same time. he’s whining he can take it, he’ll make it fit please he wants both of ur cocks so bad … brendan’s gotta slap him to make him shut up. they both loooove prostate massages, it makes lukes mind melt and he shakes all over until he cums from it, and then he’s all pliant and relaxed, his sore muscles all tired. simon likes when u make him stand, bent over something, and u watch as his legs shake and tremble and he almost falls everytime. he loves u humiliating him.

hook and charlie are the ones who would take like … the longest to convince. even longer than it did with rob. they’re both a bit reserved there like… no i’m in charge? but u’ve just got the cutest puppy eyes and they’re never able to say no to u, at all, no matter what. they’re similar to rob in the sense that they stretch out and let u do ur thing, telling u to be careful, gentle, and they’re pretty calm at first because it doesn’t hurt but it just feels.. odd. yk? but once u’ve got enough lube and u find that little spot, the arousal in his body spikes ten fold and color fills his cheeks. safe to safe they enjoy it and will want to do it again

i think nikolai is more open to the idea, but he wants to be in charge. i see nikolai as probably the least likely to want to be submissive, so he will let u fuck him, but he wants to ride u. growls and groans about ur cock, how deep it reaches, how good it feels, cooing at ur good ideas and asking if u like watching him ride u. ur a mess by the end of it all

ernst is obviously the most likely to enjoy it all. he’s embarrassed at first like.. no that’s dirty! that’s embarrassing! ur not supposed to touch there! but it doesn’t take long with u batting ur eyes and palming over his cock to convince him. ernst is definitely also the one who falls apart the most. he’s practically screaming, his legs kicking, eyes lidded, rolling back, crossing, he’s drooling and panting like an overactive dog, and his cocks making even more of a mess than his mouth

i think before pegging father anthony he’d need to be worked up to it a lot. and slowly. i can picture one night ur just working on stretching him some more, ur up to two fingers, all slick with lube and spit. ur tongues laving over his balls to soothe and distract, heavy moans falling from his lips. ur fingers curl and ughhtht he just falls apart. obscene, pornography worthy moans are sounding from him, head craned back, hands gripping the duvet. it’s so unbelievably intimate for him, and he didn’t know he could feel this good ever. he probably cries, and u nearly stop until he’s gasping ‘my angel, oh, keep going, please’

seb’s another one kinda close to ernst in the way he’d react. he’d be pretty open to the idea for the most part but would take a while to work up to actually executing the idea. once u’ve got started he rivals a woman in a porno. moaning loud, making his throat hoarse, getting himself fucked into the mattress probably surrounded by ur plushies

[thief-of-eggs]

HI Ok this is probably going to sound completely unhinged but bear with me: I have this issue where I have lots of ideas (usually very vague ones) for stories that I love to imagine writing—but when I actually get around to writing them I just stare at a blank page; or I have no idea for plot beyond some abstract concepts—I’ve been thinking a lot about Snowjanus recently, and—this is the unhinged part—one of my main interests is early American history and there was this guy named William Strachey who was the secretary of Jamestown, and also an attempted poet, and when I read TBOSAS I realized that I recognized the name Sejanus from one of his poems VPON SEIANVS, which was prefaced to Ben Johnson’s Seianus His Fall,—and it all just works so nicely together since they were contemporaries of Shakespeare (AND Seianus His Fall was performed at the Globe, and Strachey’s story of being shipwrecked very likely inspired The Tempest) who of course wrote The Tragedie of Coriolanus—now thematically or narratively I have no idea how these things would all fit together—I have a lot of other random ideas like that, or vibes but nothing concrete—this is basically a long-winded way of asking if you had any advice on how to go from “man this idea sure would be neat” to an actual story? (I’m obsessed with your writing btw <3)

Hi hi!!! I am happy to help!! Also I understand exactly what you mean- I only hope that my advice actually makes sense!!!

Ok so- for me personally, when it comes to getting rough ideas out onto a page, I have a couple different methods I follow:

- The first is, if I already have parts of a whole scene in mind, but I don’t know the beginning/ending, I often just write the part that I know. So if that means writing the climax for a story, even though I have no idea how I’ll get the plot there? Oh well. At least the idea is out, and often times that will inspire me more.

- If I have a hazy idea but no plot yet, I like to write out little bullet points. Sometimes bullet points as simple as: (using my fic Thoughts of you Consume as an example)

- Coryo and Sejanus begin to have hate sex

- Coryo starts to feel something more

- Sejanus pulls away. Coryo chases after

Like! Those bullet points give me NOTHING. But they also give me a baseline to begin working off of, and from there I can begin to envision where I want it to go. I’ll expand on each bullet point and add subcategories, which only helps make the plot outline grow

- Another method that I sometimes use is to just spitball ideas. I’ll set a timer sometimes, or just devote myself to the task, and will just write out any ideas that come to mind with a particular prompt, and then I take it from there. Example for the prompt “snowjanus first kiss”, I may write out stuff like this:

- Coryo kisses Sejanus after the arena scene, his emotions a whirl

- Sejanus kisses Coryo on the train, too damn happy to see him

- Their first kiss is a dare, and Coryo wont back down

- Sejanus kisses Coryo after a party, when they’re both mildy drunk and confused. Sejanus forgets it, but Coryo never does.

Then from there, I’ll examine each little start and see what I like best. In this scenario, I really like the last one (shoot now I’ll have to turn that into a fic lolol) so my next step would be to outline the plot. When does the party take place? How long does Coryo hold the knowledge in? Does he ever tell Sejanus?

And most importantly- how do I want the story to end? With them together? With Sejanus hanging? With the start of the 10th hunger games?

- One final method I do is daydreaming. I’ll put on a playlist inspired by the pairing and see where it takes me (thoughts of you consume was actually inspired by 2 songs- War of Hearts, and Howl by Florence + the machine). I’ll let my mind make whatever connections it wants to make, and I’ll jot down ideas as they come!

Sorry for the overly complex answer- I guess at the end of the day, I really have no tried and true method. It all depends on how inspired I am.

But I hope one of these methods can be useful to you!! The biggest thing I think is to not be afraid of writing stuff that you may end up discarding. If a connection doesn’t work, if a plot point doesn’t fit- it’s ok to scrap it!! It sucks to lose time, but if it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t fit.

I’d definitely recommend that you write out all the ways that Snowjanus connects to the historical elements that you said! Determine if you want to write some sort of crossover set in old times, or if you want to bring historical figure’s personality traits onto the characters of Sejanus and Coriolanus.

So yeah! I hope this helps, and feel free to reach out with any other questions!!! Sorry, my brain is quite a mess lol, but best of luck to you!!

[fatalfangirl]

🤡🎢🎨, please. Feel free to answer any or all of them 😊

Thank you for the ask! This is a fun mix.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I generally don't think I've a very funny writer. I am rarely trying to be funny 😅 But I'm going to go with this section from Playing the Field, my spell gone wrong fic where Baz is withering away until he satisfies the magical need to score - he thought that meant in soccer. It did not, which dawns on Simon (and then Baz) in this exchange that I think it pretty stupid but funny.

“No.” He sounds strange. I roll my head back around to look at him. He’s nearly as flushed as I feel. “You have to… y’know.” I don’t. I put in the effort to raise an eyebrow so that’s made clear. “Score…” Snow says, “with someone.”  I stare. And I stare. And I say, without irony, “Fuck me.” “Exactly.” The magic coils under my skin, like it’s agreeing with this plotline. But my stomach is wrung in knots because this isn’t happening. Simon Snow cursing me to fuck or (eventually, slowly) die simply cannot be my reality. It’s too mean. I’ve been through enough as it is.  So given all this, I forgive myself the dramatics of falling back on the bed, crawling under the covers, turning my face into the pillow, and screaming.  The silence that follows my outburst is eventually broken by Snow offering, “It could be worse.” 

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

For sure Bound and Determined. It still amazes me I got that thing out of my system and onto the page. Also, it's the most amount of lore I had to come up with for a fic... which I made up as I went btw. All that vampire blood bond, magickal marriage/mating rituals... so little detail was planned ahead of time. I just sort of crossed each bridge as they appeared (this is simplifying the process greatly, I would stew for many days in my head, gears whirling, trying to flip back through what I had already written to make it work) and somehow it came together over the course of 52k words!

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Emotional. Weepy. Honored that anyone would be inspired to create art of my fics. This extends to writing inspired by my fics too! The idea that my work has in any way lead to other works being created is just really incredible.

Full list of fic writer questions here.

[raubacam]

"This is fucking Bangkok"

Picture this, you’re going on hr 37 of travel… with only three 2 hr naps under your belt.. a terrible headache from the screeching children (I must reiterate… 18 hrs of screeching) and approx. 40 lbs of luggage on your back (and front). Now you have to navigate a train system in a foreign country and find your hotel.. without killing your husband, in rush hour. This is how we arrived to Bangkok. Tensions were high. My “window of tolerance,” as Liz and Rach put it, is non existent. I don’t even feel alive. We basically run through BKK airport to get as far away from those children as possible.. who are still screaming btw. We follow the signs for the train, as I read this is the cheapest and fastest way to travel to the city center during rush hour in Bangkok. We go to purchase tickets - won’t accept Visa, only cash, so we go to the exchange counter, pull out enough to get on the train, purchase our train tokens (after several trial and errors) and hop on the train. We tried exchanging some of the USD that we brought but apparently they don't accept any dollar bill that has even the slightest flaw, or "looks old." **So pro travel tip: Don't bring American paper money, they most likely won't accept it. Just pay the atm fee and pull out a large quantity at once to make it worth it!** After about 15 mins and a partial mental breakdown, we finally have enough cash to catch the next two trains.

We made it.. barely.. but we made it. All we need is a bed. Three trains and several mistakes later, we are about a 5 min walk from the hotel. Our backs and asses are KILLING us. I can’t even talk. Scott is trying to keep the mood up but I am out. We walk through the streets like zombies with tuk tuks and taxis and so many motorbikes zooming and whirling around us like crazy. We turn a corner and see a line of Thailand’s infamous street food. There is SO MANY THINGS to look at. We are seeing some crazy shit but can barely absorb it. One thing that was definitely shocking was there was a man, laying right in the middle of the sidewalk, on his stomach, with what looked like a VERY broken leg, with a cup in his hand. Everyone was JUST BARELY not stepping on him, like he didn’t even exist. It was bizarre, a little scary, and shocking, to say the least. Then we see it. Our hotel. Thank GOD. We check in, head over to the elevator, make it to the 11th floor, and finally enter our room. We did it. We're in Bangkok. Our bags drop to the ground and I immediately take off my clothes and get in the bed. I tell Scott to turn out the lights. I can't take anything else. I put a pillow over my head, and there is silence. For the first time since we left our house. SILENCE. I was so soo grateful. The original plan was to go to Chinatown for dinner. That was never going to happen. I don’t think I even moved once I got under the covers. I couldn’t even lift my head. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I fell asleep HARD. Seven hours later we wake up, and the honeymoon can begin.

We slowly come out of the death sleep hole we were in and talk about how crazy all of that was. It still doesn’t feel real. It was about 2 a.m. when we woke up, so not much to do, but we decide to go for a walk. Talk about a massive difference. The streets were empty, quiet and peaceful. The shops are all closed up and all of the stalls are empty. We want a snack so we go in the 7/11 (open 24 hrs) and grab some 'grilled seafood w/ spicy sauce' and 'Japanese curry' flavored chips (why not??). We walk around and see some other fancy hotels I had my eye on before deciding on ours, walk to the river to look at the water, and see some stray dogs and kitties. We are actually absorbing Bangkok now, and starting to get the hang of it. We head back to the hotel and Scott naps while I do some logistical things, like check in for our next flights, fill our entry requirement paperwork, etc. (I know…. We are going on ANOTHER flight, to another country… in two days. Lol.... I’m an insane person.) Then we start our first day of exploring!! But first… breakfast.

It didn’t seem like street food was going to be an option for breakfast, so we opted for the hotel buffet breakfast and DAMN were we impressed. The view was incredible, the food was fantastic and the GUAVA juice… MMMMMM. I cannot talk highly enough about it. Fresh fruit, coffee, tea, salad, omelettes, bacon & sausage, pad Thai, fish & eggplant, miso soup, steamed buns, croquettes. All as we watch the sun rise over the city. So yummy, perfect way to start the day.

Today we are visiting the most famous temples in Bangkok. All the blogs said to get there early to beat the heat and crowds, so we head out around 6:45. There is a certain dress code you must follow to be allowed entry. No shoulders or knees showing. I wear a long dress with a wrap for my shoulders, Scott wears shorts and a t shirt, with the plan to buy some elephant pants before we go in. The taxi was cheap and fast to get there. We hop out and start walking to the Grand Palace. We have realized that there isn’t many places to buy pants for him, and we still haven’t taken out more cash, which is needed for entry (and to buy pants.) There is one lady on the corner selling some, ask how much, grab some cash from the ATM, and go buy them from her. Now we need to find a place for him to change into them. The city is just waking up, so there isn’t anything open. I tell him to find an alleyway and I’ll use my wrap to block anyone from seeing him. He changes real quick, and we are ready to go. We walk into the entrance and immediately get stopped because apparently my wrap isn’t good enough and I need to buy something that goes all the way around my shoulders. Great. I’m already sweating and starting to chafe. I’m watching the crowds dump in, exactly what I was trying to avoid and now we have to turn around and go buy more shit. We leave and see a shop has juts opened up right across the street. Perfect. I find pants and a top I like well enough, and take them back in to the Grand Palace entryway where there are changing rooms. 😂 Woulda been nice to know that ahead of time. (The one good thing about trying to find an alleyway is we found the boat taxi entry point, so we knew exactly where to go when we were done exploring the palace.) Ok.. we are changed, we have money, we are finally ready to go in!

Even from the outside this place is beautiful. It’s architecture is like nothing else I’ve ever seen. Even more beautiful in person. There is so many intricate details and tiny little stones and glimmering mosaic walls and GOLD. Incredible. So many pictures were taken as every single thing was so picture worthy. We walk through the Temple of the Emerald Buddha, the Grand Palace, and so many little beautiful buildings, just taking it all in. If you’re in Bangkok, this is an absolute must. It has been there for thousands of years and it is meticulously clean. We accidentally missed Wat Pho with the Reclining Buddha, but we will be back, so no worries.

Next temple is Wat Arun, so we grab a boat taxi and head up the river.

We don’t really have anything else specifically on the list of things to do today, but we still have a lot of time and energy, so Scott suggested we go to ICONSIAM, a shopping Mecca across the river and back towards our hotel. I wanted to buy a new purse and new sandals, so I say ok, and off we went to grab another boat taxi!

In total on this day we got on 3 boat taxis. All three entirely different experiences. I don’t understand the boat taxi system at all, but we kept asking random Thai’s if we are doing the right thing and they lead us in the right direction every time, so it’s all working out. The first boat taxi was the Hop on/Hop off boat, it was the most expensive, but we didn’t know that or care honestly, it was so cheap anyway at $3. The second was more authentic (pictured) with a Thai lady yelling at everyone for different things, that one was 50 cents. The third was a large, air conditioned boat, and was free! So we hop on the boat and to ICONSIAM we go! From the outside, ICONSIAM looking stunning and massive. Then you go inside. Stunning and massive is the understatement of the century. It’s like a whole new Avatar like world in there. I will never be able to truly describe it in words, but I will do my best to convey the amazingness in pictures!

SO. MUCH. FOOD. So much food. So many places to go, EIGHT FLOORS of shopping!!! Everything from H&M to Gucci and like a million other places I’ve never seen. Art galleries, grocery stores, fitness centers, a movie theater, literally every type of entertainment. We barely scratched the surface. You could spend several days in there and not see it all. We spend most of our time on the bottom floor, where you enter into the foodcourt. But it’s not just a food court. It’s like everything around you is art. The texture on the walls, the light fixtures, the benches.. everything was SO cool. There was a sign overhead that said “Sook Sook” and it looked cool, so we went in. Holy fuck. This place. It’s wild. The smells, the stall after stall of incredible looking food. We didn’t know where to start. We just walk around in absolute amazement. We got our eye on a few stalls that are popping and look fantastic, saved for later. Overstimulation is the theme here, and I love it. There was a Thai section, the largest, a Japanese section, and a Chinese section. We walked around for at least 2 hours, loving every moment.

We are in the mood to celebrate our first day exploring with a drink, so we sit down at a bar and meet the sweetest, coolest guy from Myanmar, named Min. He moved two Thailand 5 months ago and is working to save money to come to the states. His English was great so we were able to talk a lot and became friends. He was our first friend in Thailand. ☺️ We followed each other on Instagram and said our goodbyes, we may hit him up when we get back to Bangkok at the end of our trip. As we left the bar he even joked to Scott and said "My hair cut's cooler than yours!" 😂😂 Too funny... Once we were finally hungry we decided on some Kaya toast, crab and bacon fried rice, some crispy chicken and some Chang beers.

Easily one of the best meals of my life. The flavors are so unique, everything tastes different, in the best way. Scott and I are BUZZZING. This place was one of the coolest places we've ever seen in our whole lives. We can't wait to go back, if we get to on this trip, who knows. But if we ever come back to Thailand we will absolutely come here again.

**DISCLAIMER** There is weed smoking ahead, so stop reading now if you're not a fan 😂

Now we're full and happy, and the day has been long, so we decide to go back to the hotel. We want to stop at a dispensary and grab a small amount of weed, just enough for a night, because we leave for Singapore tomorrow morning and weed is super illegal there, so we can't take it with us. We google nearby dispensaries to our hotel and found one called "No Man's Land." Has some decent reviews, its super close by and we head there. We see the sign for it on the street, but don't see an entrance and are very confused. Scott finds this random door, not really near the sign, and we go in, fingers crossed. This could be the right place, or it could also be a place for transgender surgeries. 😂 Turns out both were correct. Bottom floor was for trans surgeries and upper floors were No Man's Land. We head up and are warmly greeted by some young, super chill Thai guys. There's a couple selections for weed on the counter, but this place is so much more than that. It's like a hole in the wall absolute GEM of a place, that seemed like a place only locals know about. It has a bar, some food options, (including brunch!), a stage for live music, and a rooftop outdoor patio. The music vibes are immaculate, the art is super trippy and right up our alley. We found the spot. We thought we were going to buy a joint and go home, but this turned out to be such a special place. We get a gram, he gives us all the things we need to smoke it and he tells us to go to the rooftop and enjoy ourselves. We happily oblige. The stair way up is super creepy and tiny, with water in weird spots, but it was all in good fun. The view is super cool, the breeze helps so much with the hot, humid air that you feel inevitably on the street. One of the guys working comes up and starts setting up all of the lounge chairs and tables. We shoot the shit with him for a bit. He thinks it's super cool that Scott is a chef. We both partake and are feeling realllll fine. 😎 "This is fucking Bangkok," Scott says as we soak up the vibes. We enjoyed their company so much we also started following the head guy on insta.. his name is Nine and it turns out he is a Muay Thai fighter and a rapper. Very cool dude. He takes our picture for the wall of fame and we are forever grateful to them for this core memory. We are relaxed, happy as clams, and are ready to go to bed.

Back to the hotel we go, the sunset was stunning, we were feeling good, just laughing and enjoying every moment. We were frolicking naked around our room and heard some fireworks outside - anyone who knows Scott knows he is obsessed so we run out to watch them. A few moments later we realize our neighbors were outside watching them as well, most likely seeing our fully naked bodies 😂 We run back inside giggling.. oh well haha. This was a really fantastic day. Our bodies are tired. Our hearts are full. Time to sleep, as we head to Singapore tomorrow! Thank you Bangkok, thank you No Man's Land, thank you Centre Point, we'll never forget it. ❤️

[tachyon-omlette]

some sleep-deprived doodles of transformers (as requested through instagram)

[whump-a-la-mode]

Idea/prompt if you are so inclined: injured villain rejecting help and shelter from hero. Hero thinking it's from stubbornness and pride, berates them until realizing it's actually fear and distrust in villain's eyes. Cue trauma and trust issues reveal *.+

love ur writing btw keep it up <3

Ohh I love this one so much! It has so much potential. I really hope I did it justice, though halfway through writing this I had another idea and I almost regret not writing it, now. But, I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Thank you for your wonderful prompts. I always delight seeing you in my inbox.

CW//Injuries, strong language

“Stop! Dammit, stop! You’re going to get hit by a car if you aren’t careful!”

Hero expended just about every last ounce of their breath on the words, but as soon as the air left their lips, it was whisked away by the same hurtling wind that bit at their nose like a particularly yappy little dog. The rest of the air in their lungs was similarly spent, fueling their legs as they dashed around a street corner, nearly losing their balance on a particularly slippery patch of ice.

Though cold threatened to burn their gaze, the hero lifted their head, keeping their eyes ahead. If they lost their target, they’d lose the chase-- and they’d lose any opportunity to sleep that night. Especially if their target got hurt on their watch.

“Please, stop! I don’t want to hurt you!”

In the distance, through gusts of winter fog, however, that very target was threatening to slip away. They were little more than a black spot against an ocean of white, now. They weren’t even dressed for the weather!

And, then, they were gone. As though they had never been there at all. Dust swept away by the heavy wind. Gritting their teeth, Hero continued their trek. Their target couldn’t have simply disappeared out of nowhere!

They only stopped upon reaching the location where they’d seen the chasee last. It was only a moment before all hope seemed lost that a great clattering sounded. Hero whirled around to the side, spotting- How had they not seen that alleyway there before?

Now, they most certainly saw it. And, more than that, they saw the stack of boxes and trash bags piled at the end of it. More importantly, they saw the clambering figure, attempting to make their way up those bags.

Attempting, and failing.

Hero hesitated at the sight. It would be taking a risk, certainly. In any circumstance, they would’ve helped without thought, but now?

This was a villain. A cornered villain was a scared villain, and a scared villain was a dangerous villain. Add injury on top of that, and one had a certain recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, they simply couldn’t handle the pathetic sight. The villain crawled forth on their hands and knees, struggling over bags before falling back again. With how much they were destroying the pile, it’d be gone before they could use it to climb anywhere. More than that, they were already half-buried in garbage, and in desperate need of a bath. Or five.

No, Hero simply couldn’t allow this to go on. This villain didn’t get to die of their injuries just because they were stubborn and prideful.

“Stop!”

They moved into the front of the alleyway, blocking its exit with their wide shoulders. Startled, the villain at the end of the street emerged from their quicksand-esque pile of trash bags.

The poor thing looked terrible. Frostbite had turned dark brown skin ashy and almost blue, while the tips of their ears and nose had begun to flush a nasty red. That wasn’t to mention their wounds-- Wounds that Hero hated to think they had inflicted upon the villain themself. That was how they’d ended up here, after all. A fight.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” The hero spoke firmly, advancing into the alleyway. They extended one hand, a lack of gloves or mittens showing their own dark skin, marred by cold in its own right.

The villain narrowed their eyes in disbelief.

“You’re already hurt.” They advanced another step. Their foe scrambled back in turn, but only found themself tumbling onto a half-shattered crate. “I have a car. We’re going to the damn hospital, now. You should’ve been there half an hour ago!”

Their foe replied only with narrowed eyes, and a renewed ferocity in their struggles. If they got just a little higher, they would be on the roof of the adjacent building. And, not long after, gone into the night.

Hero lunged forward, grabbing their foe by the ankle and yanking them down, off the pile of trash and other assorted thrown-aways. The villain snapped at them, yanking their leg away and scrambling back to their feet.

“Asshole!”

“One of us has three broken ribs. The other doesn’t.” Hero bit in reply. “Just because you lost a damn fight doesn’t mean you get to die out here in the cold. You can be a stubborn ass once you’re discharged.”

“Being stubborn is suiting me just fine, now, actually.”

The villain turned, moving towards the roof once more, but was held back by a hand gripped around their wrist.

“Not so fast. I said, you’re going to the hospital.”

And, for an instant, there was a glimmer of... Something. A glimmer of something in the villain’s eyes. It wasn’t anger, certainly not. Fear? But that wasn’t all of it.

“Not going to the hospital.” They spat.

Hero gritted their teeth. Just a moment ago, they had fully intended to drag the villain all the way to the ER, kicking and screaming. That flash in their eyes, however- That had made them reconsider.

“Okay.” They sighed. “No hospital. But I have some bandages and antiseptic back at my own house. And, at least there, there’s heating.”

Another frantic shake. Another attempt at escape.

“I’m not letting you go, no matter how much you tug at me like a kid who wants to go to a candy store.” Hero bit. “Fine, then. You want to stand out here in the cold? Then we stand out here in the cold, and you look at me, and we talk like civil people.”

The villain grimaced at the thought. Yet, much to the hero’s surprise, their foe turned to face them.

“Fine.” They crossed their arms as soon as Hero released their wrist. “We talk.”

“Y’know, most villains around here are a little more established.” Hero began. “When the bank is being robbed, usually, it’s an old face. But you’re new around here.”

“Yeah.”

“Care to explain?”

“No.”

“Well... How about your name, at least?”

A raised brow.

“Yours first.”

“Hero.”

“Villain.”

“You are new, then. I’ve never heard that one before.” They furrowed their brow. “It almost sounds familiar, though. Are you-”

“Who I am is a very busy person with a train to catch.” Villain whipped around.

“And what’s got you in such a hurry?”

“I’m on the run, dumbass!”

The tone in which Villain spoke went beyond fury. Beyond hate. No, it was an expression of pure exhaustion. Of emotions pent up over an incalculable amount of time, now bursting through the floodgates. Floodgates weakened by pain and cold.

“You’re-”

“I came from the North. Another city. Where I’m going is none of your business.”

Another flicker in Villain’s eyes. It stayed longer, this time. Far longer. Deep, brown irises, almost threatening to burst to tears. It was clear that this wasn’t spontaneous. These were emotions that had been building up for days, if not weeks.

“From up North.” Hero repeated. “You aren’t new to this business, are you?”

Villain averted their gaze.

“Come to think of it, you fight like a hero.”

“Not anymore. I fight like- Like whatever I am.”

“Someone’s missing from that city up North.” Hero’s voice grew firm, refusing to give Villain an inch of verbal wiggle room. “A hero. It’s all over the news.”

“I know.”

“They’re looking for you.”

“I know!”

“They say you’re a traitor.” Hero took a step forward, hands balled to fists. Was this villain even worse than they’d thought. “That you turned your coat, sided with the villains.”

“I didn’t! And I’m not a traitor!”

Villain’s hands swung upwards to cover their ears, as though it would block out the echo of Hero’s words.

“You don’t get it.” The villain growled under their breath. Hero stumbled a few frantic feet back.

“What don’t I get? If I don’t get it, explain it to me!”

Villain looked upwards sharply, only just daring to drop their hands.

“When I signed up to be a hero-” They began to advance towards their foe, pointed finger jabbing accusingly on every other word. “I signed up to be a hero. Not a murderer. I’ll hurt. I’ll fight. But I will never kill.”

Hero’s eyes widened.

“Who did they want you to kill?”

“Someone who deserved it.” Villain’s shoulders slumped as they dropped their hand. “A supervillain.”

“And you let them go.”

“I even covered for them.”

“And now you’re-”

“A traitor.” They imitated Hero’s own tone. “I’ve turned my coat, sided with the villains.”

A pause.

“Do you think you did the right thing?”

“I don’t know.” They shook their head. “But, as I said, I have a train to catch.”

“No, you don’t.”

Hero reached out once more, grabbing them by the wrist.

“You’re coming with me. You’re coming to my house, and I’m popping your ribs back in place, and you’re going to get under some blankets and drink a nice hot cup of cocoa.”

“I’m going to the train station.”

“I’ll buy you a new ticket.” Hero snapped hastily. “But you’ll catch your death out here.”

Villain looked back. This time, there was a new emotion mixed into their gaze. Was it- Hope?

“You really want to help me?”

“I really do.”

“Just the night. Then I get on the first train to leave in the morning.”

Hero nodded their agreement. But, truly, they knew that wasn’t going to happen. Or, at the very least, they hoped it wouldn’t. Getting Villain out of the cold was one thing. Turning them back to the good side would be the next. And, maybe, they wouldn’t have to be a fugitive any longer.

All the way back to the car, however, Hero couldn’t help but wonder:

Was this traitorous, too?

[xsugarysweetsx]

Request; from @tsundere-cherry-girl

Hello there! I love your writings btw, especially the Levi ones. I’ve seen you write scenarios like this before so I was gonna ask if you could do Zuko x pregnant reader. If you’ve read the comics, she becomes pregnant around the time of the Promise and goes into labor after the final battle in Smoke and Shadow. The child being Izumi. If you haven’t read the comics you don’t need to do that. I just want to see some Zuko and reader with baby Izumi fluff UwU

A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit to fit the comic but also be it’s own story as well, ALSO! I’m sorry this took so long! 

Warning; Long, had to be cut for length

Please enjoy~🍰

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The night was calm, quiet, and warm. You laid in your husbands arms as you both slept. After so much chaos, hatred and war you were finally able to rest. Well, almost, Zuko has been very jumpy since being crowned fire lord. Although some of his hunches did turn out to be true, he was very set on someone trying to kill him 

“Guards!“ he had woken you from your sleep calling for the guards again, “Someone is here, secure Y/N and search the area!“ he ordered them as he jumped from bed. You following him to bring him back to bed

“Fire Lord Zuko, there is no one here, you’re safe“ one explained rushing to the door where he was ready to fight. Sometimes you thought he had too much trauma as a child that it will forever effect him

“Zuko sweet, please come back to bed. The guards have been here the whole night“ you said laying a hand on his chest attempting to keep him in a calmer state 

“You highness I can assure you no one is here-“

“There have been 5 attempts already on my life! Next thing you know they’ll come for my wife“ he grabbed the guard by the front of his uniform to make the message clear as to how serious he was 

“Sir we’ve-“ just as the guard spoke his head had been hit by an object knocking him out to the floor. Zuko pushes you behind him and gets into his fighting stance ready to defend you 

“Who’s there?! Show yourself“ just as commanded the intruder shows themselves whirling around what seemed to be a metal ball with spikes. Right before your eyes they go at it. Taking swings at each other, sooner than expected Zuko has his opponent at his mercy being taken away by his guards. He comes back to check on you

“Hey are you alright? Are you hurt?” he checks your face, you hands anything that could have gotten a scratch. You were physically okay but mentally you didn’t feel so well. You haven’t been feeling 100% for some time now and you were getting suspicious 

“I’m not hurt but, I don’t feel well Zuko“ you said leaning your head on his shoulder “Can you help me to bed please?“ You ask him, he wraps an arm around you and helps you walk to the bed and lay down. Walking back to the door his guards wait for his order

“I want double the guards here tonight and tomorrow I need the royal healer here for Y/N“

“Yes Sir!“ he closes the door and walks back to your side of the bed. Kissing your head he watches over you through the night. For one, you might not feel well, and the other being of what just happened. It was going to be a very long night....

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The next morning the healer came as asked and took some time to check up on you while Zuko got ready for the day. He had given you some medical tea blends and told you to get rest. Turns out you were pregnant. Now you needed a way to tell Zuko, and with all the stress he’s under you wouldn’t know how to react. You had just finished getting dressed when he had walked in 

“Y/N, I’m heading out into town to settle last nights incident. What did the healer say?“ he asked coming over to where you sat

“Well, it’s nothing to be worried about but, something that will change everything“ you said fiddling with the tips of your hair 

“Well?“ he urges you “Come on Y/N, if I hear you’re okay it’ll make my day better“ he offered a soft smile which he knew, you melted for. You said and take his hands into yours and look into his eyes

“I’m pregnant...“ his jaw went slack almost as if he were frozen in time. It scared you “Zuko...?“ anything, he could just make a sound but you needed to hear him say something. 

“I....I have to go. I’ll see you later.“ he said kissing your forehead and leaving without saying another word. You were, hurt. You didn’t blame him completely because expressing his emotions wasn’t exactly his forte. Instead while he was out you went to the other person you trusted the most.

Knocking softly on the entrance to the garden Iroh was sat drinking some tea. 

“Ah Y/N, good morning come have some tea. I heard Zuko went to town to settle some things“ he said as he poured you a cup “I’ve also heard you’ve got something on your hands“

You simply nod and take the tea he held out to you

“So, why don’t you tell me about it“ he said with a kind smile. Iroh was probably the wisest, kindest soul you knew.

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Later that afternoon Zuko came back and if anything looked more tired than before. You had a hunch as to where he was but you were hoping it wasn't true. Walking to him you cup his chin with both your hands and make him look at you in the eye

“You need to relax more...“ you said running your thumb over the bags under his eyes “You’re going to be tired before the baby gets here..and stop visiting your father, it’s not good for you“

His larger hands come up to hold yours “I’ll try, and I’m sorry about before...I’m happy” he offered a soft smile 

“Are you really?“ you pout slightly making him peck your lips 

“Yes I am, I know I’m not the best person for a father or husband..”

“Zuko“ you bring his forehead to rest on yours “You are the best person to be my husband and the father of my children. I couldn’t want anyone else“

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As time went on things only weighed in his shoulders more. You were probably the only thing that kept him sane. You were also starting to show, your baby was growing nicely and very restless as well. On days when Zuko would have trouble sleeping the baby would get restless leaving both of you tired. But he had figured it out, if he lays in bed with you and talks to your bump, the baby calms down.

“What do you think it’ll be Zuko?“ you asked 

“Hmm, I think it’s a girl. They refuse to listen, and gets upset when I don’t talk to it, I’d say it’s you any day“ you gently wack his shoulder causing you both to laugh “I don’t mind what they are, if they’re healthy and we can make them happy is all I care about“

“You’re going to be a great father Zuko“ you said kissing his forehead 

“But...what if-“

“I’m going to stop you ahead of time. You are NOTHING like that man and you will never be. You are the kindest, strongest, best man I have ever met and our baby is lucky enough to have you as a father” 

Yes, he was terrified to make the same mistake this father make the same mistake his father made. You knew him better than anyone and if he were half as back as his father, you wouldn’t be there at that moment.

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By the time you were almost due it seemed as if war had never left. From Azula attacking once again, to disagreements and even almost a Fight with Aang. Things were heavy on his shoulders, he’s tightened security because of your baby. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to you both.

Finally a day where everything was being settled, calmly he felt some kind of relief. That was until a guard barged into the meeting room to announce you had gone into labor. The funny thing about Zuko is that he’s fast and for some reason no one sees him. As soon as people looked away from the door and back to Zuko, only his chair was in their sight.

“Do you think he left that fast when he heard you were alive?” Sokka asked as the room became quiet

Rushing to the healers room at the door he was told he wasn’t allowed inside.

“What do you mean?! My wife is giving birth to our baby and I need to be with her!” This was going to be an old rule he was going to get rid of...

“I-I apologize sir but it’s been a tradition for generations-“

“ZUKO!!” Next thing you knew one of the midwives came to the door and saw Zuko and said

“The lady wishes for you to be with her Fire Lord Zuko” she said timidly. It took him less than a second to trip of his cape and run to your side. This was it, the end of your pregnancy, labor, the day your baby would finally be in your arms. It was a very difficult day for you, she took all day to be born and finally when the moon was high in the sky she made her appearance. She was just perfect, and for a moment the world seemed so at peace.

“She looks like you“ you whisper to Zuko as you both gaze down and admire her 

“Yeah but, she’s beautiful like you“ he whispered back, he truly felt something he’s never felt. It was happiness, excitement, protectiveness, and everything in between. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this happy, this was the best day right next to your wedding day.

Just as you expected he really was a wonderful father. During the first few weeks he wanted you only on bed rest. At night he would help care for Izumi and calm her when she needed it. He was actually the one who taught her to walk. When Aang and the rest of your friends met her, he was secretly super proud and cocky about it. They couldn’t get over how much she looked like him and just how cute she was.

He also liked to have her sleep in the same bed as you guys while she was still young. When he couldn’t sleep he would just gaze at her and talk to her, even though she couldn’t answer back.

“..and you could be anything you want to be, and you could rule the kingdom your way. If you’re like your mother I know you’ll be a kind and smart ruler. You probably can’t understand me right now but, I love you and your mother so much“ you felt your hear swell while you pretended to be asleep. 

Although your favorite memory was him showing her how to bend when she first made a flame. She was around 6 when she first bended and he felt the flame of pride light in his chest. He showed her how to meditate and control it instead of training. He was always patient and gentle with her. It was very safe to say he was never the same as his father was with him.

Izumi and Zuko were nothing more than the center of your universe, the apples of your eye. And you knew it was the same for Zuko when he looked at you. 

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I hope this was okay!❤️

[judadayumyum]

Tag Along: Kyle Ash x Painter!Reader

fluffy times, nice. 

1.3k words 

GN!Reader (reader isn’t Alice btw) 

trope (?): friends to lovers (I’m a scammer, actually.) 

“Thank you doctor Kyle!” an old man shook Kyle’s hand, “Heaven knows what would’ve happened to my granddaughter if you hadn’t come to help!” 

Kyle smiled at the old man, “Ah, don’t mention it ya old geezer, just make sure to check on her temperature every now and then and make her drink the medicine I gave ya every eight hours, capeesh? I’ll check in on her next week.” 

The old man nodded, letting go of Kyle’s hand, just then his eyes suddenly flew to something- someone- nearby. “Oh would you look at that! It’s your old friend, doctor Kyle!” 

Kyle shot a look at where the old man was pointing to, his eyes searching for a familiar face. His honeyed gaze landing on his old beloved friend, (y/n). Your hair looking like a bird nest, as it always was, paint all over your beige button-up shirt. You were carrying a paint-splattered wooden case, which Kyle assumes is where you keep your paints and brushes and whatnots (he wouldn’t know), and your other arm wrapped securely on a blank canvas and a small easel. Kyle quickly bid his farewell to the old man, wanting to catch up to you. 

“Oi! You!” Kyle shouted, not quite reaching your ears, you were in someplace else, a little world of your own, senses blocked out to focus on your thoughts. Kyle grinned, you were still the same. He found comfort in that. He managed to walk behind you, tapping your shoulder, getting close to you and whispering “Stop ignoring me, (y/n)”. You turned, finding your eyes locked on Kyle’s, you grinned madly. 

“Well if it isn’t my hot shot doctor best friend in the whole world!” You exclaimed, Kyle laughing at the title he’s been given. “Damn, I would hug you but I kinda got my hands full, buddy!” 

Kyle shook his head, his heart racing and his mind whirling, “Since ya can’t give your bestest friend a hug, d’you mind if I tag along with ya? I haven’t seen ya paint since…” he paused, thinking, “since who knows when.” 

You laughed, Kyle loved your laugh, it was an ugly laugh, but it felt so real that it made his heart swell. “Alright, Kyle. Since I know you don’t always have the time of day to spend time with me, I’ll let you tag along.” 

You spun and started to walk to your painting place, Kyle was familiar with it, he’s accompanied you there many times ever since you two were children. He then remembers why he walks fast all the time, it was because he spent most of his life trying to catch up to you. You always walked fast, even if there was no hurry, he smiled at the thought, liking how a fraction of himself was because of you. 

“Alright! We’re here, now sit your ass down, doc.” You said, setting up your canvas and your paints. Kyle nodded, taking off his coat to keep it from getting sullied by the moist grass. You plopped down, smiling at Kyle. “Oh, scoot behind my canvas, Kyle- a little further back-” 

Kyle looked at you, confused, he was used to being beside you when you painted, not in front of you. Thinking hard, Kyle then came to a realization and flushed red, I’m your subject for this painting. He thought. You must’ve caught on his reaction and you chuckled, “I don’t see you a lot, Kyle.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear. 

“Ah…yeah, being an army doctor doesn’t exactly give me a lot of time to come out and play haha…” Kyle forced a sad little smile, his heart not strong enough to meet your gaze, and so he looked at the sky behind you, still wanting to see you, albeit through his peripheral vision. 

You nodded, a rare, sad smile gracing your lips, “If I have a painting of you, Kyle…maybe I’ll miss you less than I usually do.” you pursed your lips, eyes jumping back and forth Kyle and your canvas. Kyle’s eyes then find yours, his sleepy-looking gaze flooding your thoughts and senses. Your eyes turn glossy, sensing that within your chest, there is a heart that longs for your drunkard Kyle, missing the time when you had the opportunity to see him every day. Where you both had time for moments like this. That these meetings were not rare, that you’d see his mop of unruly dark red hair so much that you’d get sick of the company. You always saw yourself adulting with Kyle, facing early-life crises with Kyle, learning the ropes of adulthood with Kyle. You were a fool to dream of such, he’s been adulting since he was sixteen, and you had only begun. You missed the time when you had Kyle’s attention, only you, no one else. Your eyebrows knitting and your lips turning into a frown, holding back tears being kept at bay. 

I’ll never be able to catch up to you, can’t I, Kyle?  You thought. 

“I…” Kyle started, his heart oozing with unsaid affections for you, still scared of these alien feelings, not sure what they were, “I miss you, too. A lot.” 

Your eyes widen, a grin dancing on your lips, tears still threatening to escape your eyes. Kyle leaned towards you, not once breaking eye contact, his hand reaching out to wipe away your tears. 

“You’ll look even more ugly if you cry, (y/n).” he smirked playfully, to which you responded by snorting and letting out your hideous laugh. Kyle rolled his eyes as he watched the clear sky behind you, a wonderful backdrop for your stunningly ugly laughing fit. His heart was still confused, still not fully aware of the length of his adoration for you, not knowing that he’d much rather call you his beloved rather than just his friend. But alas, you two have a lifetime, so Kyle saw no rush in figuring things out, all he wanted in these fleeting moments was to etch and embed into his mind is the sight of your messy hair, your hands coated with paint (he’ll have to force you to wash them later), your wide grin, and your eyes glued onto his. 

[shorkbrian]

This isn’t a request (or maybe it is) but would you ever consider writing a part 2 to that aizawa and shinsou family bonding fic👀 and do you have any plans to write more zuko?? Bc I didn’t really see him like that but after your mechanic fic I couldn’t get him off my mind for weeks.

Anyway I love all your fics!!! Thank you so much for writing them and sharing them with us<3

I have several requests for a continuation of that, so maybe!

As for Zuko, I rlly want to write more of him lol he’s just so inch resting.

Very awkward with interpersonal relationships, but has the ability to be suave if he’s not thinking too hard about it and just acting on impulse. Pre-redemption Zuko is entitled, has anger issues, no grasp on healthy boundaries, sadistic, a brat, etc etc.

Like you lose your dog, worried sick about the poor thing. You decide to put up posters around your dingy neighborhood, a picture and your phone number attached below.

Your mood improves when you get a text that night, as soon as you get home from putting up all the “missing” posters.

Hey.

Your dog is missing? I saw you putting up posters.

Immediately you respond, hope blooming.

Yes! Have you seen him? I’m really worried. Thanks for contacting me btw.

There’s a few moments of waiting until the stranger responds.

I’ve seen him around. You need someone to help you find him?

So the stranger doesn’t have your dog. It’s disappointing, but you probably shouldn’t have expected your puppy to be found within minutes of you putting up the posters.

If you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye out, that’d be wonderful. Thank you so much! I’m (Y/N).

I know.

Confusion furrows your brow before the next message dings through.

You put your name on the poster.

My names Zuko.

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A day passes without any news, then two. On the third day, “Zuko” texts you again.

Have you found your dog yet?

You tell him (you’re pretty sure it’s a guy) no, and the stranger gives you his condolences. Feeling a bit awkward, not sure if you should respond or let the conversation drop, you turn the questioning back to the stranger.

Do you live in this area?

Yeah. Down by the supermarket on 4th and Sinclair.

That makes sense - that’s one of the first places you’d put up a poster. No wonder this guy texted you so soon.

That’s a nice area. I’m closer to the park... I think my dog might’ve wandered off into there.

You should take some treats with you and walk through that area. Call his name maybe?

Yeah, maybe.

The more you thought about the suggestion, the more appealing it sounded. perhaps it would work? It was barely 4pm, still plenty of daylight left for you to walk around for a bit.

So that’s what you did, wandering through the park with a bag of treats, lowly calling your dog’s name as you kept a sharp eye out for anything furry.

There weren’t many people out, but the ones you did encounter barely paid you any attention.

Except for a man, seated on a bench, his eyes following your movements. It was creeping you out - no matter where you moved you felt the prickle on the back of your neck that someone was looking at you.

Maybe he was just curious as to why you were walking around with a bag of dog treats, a leash, but no dog.

You were paying more attention to scanning the underbrush than the stranger, so it made you jump when he cleared his throat a few steps behind you, having moved from the bench.

“Oh, Jesus Christ-” You whirled around, a hand on your chest as adrenaline surged through you.

The man frowned. “Sorry, wasn’t trying to scare you. Are you looking for your dog?” He looked... unique, a large, angry scar decorating the right side of his face, eye slitted and milky on that side, almost hidden by his shaggy black hair.

You nodded, and the man spoke again. “By any chance, is your name (Y/N)? I saw your poster.”

Perking up, you took a step forward. “Yes! Yeah, that’s me, have you seen my dog? Do you know where he is?”

The man shook his head, clearing his throat again. “No, uhm... I was the person who texted you - Zuko.”

Oh.

It felt a bit... odd, knowing that this man had texted you, sought you out, met you in the park that he suggested you go looking in. Was he stalking you? Or was he just trying to help you find your dog?

How were you supposed to respond to him? 

Zuko beat you to it. “I’ve been looking for him, no luck though. He seems like a good dog.”

“He is.” You agree. Your dog was the best, always made you feel safe whenever you went out for walks, guarded your apartment, stayed alert and ready while you slept. “Thank you for looking for him, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind.”

More awkward silence.

Shifting your weight on your feet, you sealed up the bag of treats. “okay, um, well it’s getting dark, I think I’m going to head home now.”

“I can walk with you.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” You assured the strange man, flashing a smile. He was too... friendly for your taste. You weren’t sure you felt comfortable with him knowing where you lived.

When you got home, your phone dinged as you locked your door. it was Zuko.

Sorry for scaring you tonight. I didn’t think you’d actually go to the park. I like to sit there and feed the ducks, so I’ve seen you and your dog a couple of times. I’m not trying to be weird.

That was honestly almost kind of sweet. You could visualize it, the tall man sitting on the bench and throwing seeds to the ducks that lived in the park, minding his own business as people passed by.  Maybe the man was just a bit socially awkward? You could understand that. 

No worries. Nice meeting you!

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He kept texting you, checking in, asking about your dog, asking about you.

Zuko seemed like a nice guy, if not a little awkward. Maybe a little lonely, but wasn’t everyone?

You learned that he lived by himself, had moved here a couple years ago, and that he liked the town. Friendly people, good weather, nice shops and local stores.

Weeks had passed since your dog had gone missing, and you found yourself getting more and more sad, sinking into the feeling like goop.

And then Zuko texted.

You should come over.

Your mind raced - he wouldn’t be texting you unless it was important, it was nighttime, you had learned the man wasn’t overly fond of visitors.

Zuko? What’s up? Have you found my dog?

A pause, two minutes before his next text came through.

Just come over.

You huffed, frustrated, excited. 

Please just tell me, do you have my dog?

Five minutes of silence.

Yes.

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The excitement you felt was making you jittery, hands almost shaking as you climbed up the stairs to Zuko’s apartment.

It wasn’t what you were expecting. You thought he lived by the supermarket, and technically he did, but it was a ways away. Zuko lived in a run down, dingy complex a few streets over, and you tried not to judge, but it wasn’t exactly the most savory of neighborhoods.

Really, you weren’t super jazzed to be coming to his place, not so late at night, not alone. But he had found your dog, said he didn’t have a leash nor a way of getting him to you. Said he didn’t mind you coming over so late.

You didn’t feel comfortable, but it’d be okay. 

Except your dog was nowhere in sight when Zuko welcomed you inside.

It was dark, only the light of his laptop illuminating the small living space - a studio apartment.

“Zuko? Where’s-”

“Your dog’s probably been dead for weeks.”

You froze. 

“You’re focused on a lost cause. I don’t think he’s coming back.”

What’s going on? Why did he have you come-

“Zuko, you’re scaring me.”

The man in question is between you and the door - the door he’s just locked. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest.

“I’ve watched you walk him every day for the past year, you always take the same route in the park. How have you not noticed me? It’s not like I’m trying  to avoid your attention. It’s insulting. Do you not like my scar? Is that why you always, always ignore me?”

His voice is level, but you can feel the irritation seeping from him, feel it infect you with fear.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”

“I’ve noticed. You’re very absentminded, aren’t you? Is that why you need a dog  with you to protect you? I could’ve snapped you up at anytime since he’s been gone.”

Zuko crossed his arms, leaned back against the door. You didn’t like this, didn’t like how dark it was, what Zuko was saying, how his one good eye was gazing at you with a smug aura.

“I really wasn’t going to even bother you. You’re just some pretty little eye candy I get to see everyday. But then you put up those posters, and your number and name were right there. Couldn’t stop myself.”

The man rolled his eyes. “Plus, you’re real easy.”

He hadn’t moved from the door, but now he straightened, rolling out his neck, taking a step towards you. “This’ll be fun. Hope you don’t scream too loud and get me another noise complaint.”

[legendsoffodlan]

The Lioness and the King - Part 1

*In honor of Leonie getting her God-tier art, I finally got off my ass and am writing that Leonie x Dimitri fanfic I promised!*

Please, let me know what you think of it!

Summary: When Leonie joined the Blue Lions it was primarily to keep a close eye on Byleth, her one-sided rival. Falling in love with the future King of Faerghus was not on her to-do list.

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Leonie’s first impressions of the Blue Lions was... underwhelming to say the least. Not to say she didn’t like them, or they rubbed her the wrong way, but she could tell she was an intruder. Mercedes and Annette were joined at the hip, Sylvain, Ingrid and Felix had years of friendship behind them, and Dedue never left his majesties side.

Surprisingly, Ashe was the one she got on best with at first..

“You use Goose feathers to fletch your arrows?” she asked as the she and Ashe practiced on the archery range.

“Sure, what about you?” he asked, loosing an arrow. It landed nearly dead center and Leonie’s competitive side preened as she saw it was just a hair further away than her own.

“Whatever I can get my hands on. Duck, mainly, but I like falcon,” she explained, nocking another one.

Ashe nodded. “Yeah. After Lonato adopted me I could try out lots of different feathers, but Goose works best for me.

Leonie felt her mouth quirk in annoyance. That was another thing she recognized as a gap between her and the Lions. The wealth gap between them. She knew that Mercedes’ family had fallen on hard times, and Ashe had been born in poverty, but still, all of them had known a level of wealth and privilege that she could only ever dream of. The only exception was probably Dedue, but the rest of them probably didn’t actually have to worry about money.

Ah well. The price we pay for competition.

Speaking of, the object of her competitive verve was on the other end of the training ground with Felix, sparring.

Byleth Eisner, the son she didn’t know that her teacher had. Truth be told... he unnerved her. That blank, emotionless face that only ever seemed to curl into annoyance. He never flinched, he never faltered, he moved with a grace that was positively unnatural.

She shivered. Sometimes she doubted he was human.

“Ah, Ingrid said I would find you too here!” said a cheerful voice. Leonie turned to See their House Leader, Dimitri.

“Aa-h! Y-Your Highness! You- you surprised me,” Cried Ashe, quickly bowing.

Dimitri flushed. “Ah- Ashe, I’ve told you, Dimitri is fine.”

“I- I’m sorry Your Highness. That’s- tha’s just too strange for me,” ashe was looking about, clearly looking for an escape.

“Hey, uh, Ashe, I think I left my spear in my dorm. I’m gonna go-” she began and Ashe cut her off.

“N-no no! I’ll go get it for you!” Ashe bowed to Dimitri once more and rushed off.

Dimitri blinked after him and turned to Leonie. “That was well done.”

Leonie shrugged, “Eh, I’ve wrangled worse.”

Dimitri cleared his throat. “I- uh, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I am Prince Dimitri of Faerghus. And you’re our new House member, Leonie?”

She nodded, slinging her bow over her shoulder. “That’s me! And, uh, should I call you Your Highness or...”

Dimitri shook his head. “No, no! Like I told Ashe, Dimitri is fine.”

“Right, good to know Dimitri.”

They stood in awkward silence for a few moments. Leonie really had no idea what to say. She’d never met royalty before, Hell, The Alliance didn’t have a King at all. The Grand Duke might run things, but there was no “Divinely Chosen King” or any of that. Even the most stuck up of Nobles, Like Lorenz and his family, weren’t treated like that.

As it turned out, Dimitri broke the silence. “You are, uh, very skilled with that bow!” he said brightly.

Leonie immediately picked up. “Uh-huh. I’ve been hunting since I was a little girl, but Captain Jeralt taught me how to really shoot. Now I almost never miss.”

Dimitri nodded. “You think highly of the Captain.”

She beamed. “He’ the best there is. I hope to surpass him one day.”

“Of course,” said Dimitri good naturedly.

The clash of steel to the side signalled the end of Byleth and Felix’s sparring. As they left, Felix shot Dimitri one of the dirtiest looks Leonie had ever seen. ‘What was that about?!’ thought Leonie, alarmed. She turned to Dimitri, only to see an almost mournful look cross his face.

He shook it off a moment later. “Ah, nevermind that. Felix and I- well, we have problems of our own. I do not wish to bother you with them.”

‘Problem?’ thought Leonie, alarmed. ‘That wasn’t problems, that was borderline hatred!’ But before she could voice them, Dimitri bowed.

“I hate to impose, but I have a request to make,” he said. He gulped nervously. “Could you perhaps show me how you use the bow properly? I’ve attempted to learn but... I tend to break them by pulling to hard.”

Leonie blinked at the sudden change, but mentally shrugged to herself. Whatever was going down between Felix and Dimitri wasn’t her business.

“Sure, you can use the training bow Ashe was using,” she said, unslinging her own again. Dimitri beamed and grabbed the loose bow. 

“Now, first of all, the most important thing with the bow is-”

SNAP!

Leonie wheeled around to see that Dimitri had, in record time, managed to snap the bowstring. He gave a sheepish smile that was downright adorable, in her opinion. “Uh- I-... I’m sorry?”

Leonie blew out a breath. “Well, let’s start with the basics, judging draw strength.”

-

“Been training the boar, have you?” came the cold voice of Felix.

Leonie looked up from her essay. They were in the classroom, working on an essay on tactics. Ingrid had had to actually drag Felix in, much to the amusement of the rest of the class. Even the ever-stoic Professor had cracked a slight grin at that, or at least an upward mouth twitch.

But now Felix was lingering over her, most of the rest of the class either gone or chatting in private.

“Boar? You mean Dimitri?” she asked, confused.

Felix snorted. “Yes, the beast. You’ve been teaching him the bow?”

Leonie nodded, not sure where this was going. “Mainly how not to break them with one pull,” she said dryly.

Felix narrowed his eyes. “My advice? Stop. Or exercise caution. The Boar is dangerous. Let your guard down around him and he’ll gore you to death.”

Leonie balked at the vitriol in Felix’s voice. “Are... are we talking about the same person?”

Felix gave a bitter grin that looked more like a death rictus. “It’s a convincing disguise isn’t it? But that’s all it is, a disguise. The Boar is nothing but a savage beast. Sure, like any beast he can be affectionate, but he’ll rip your throat open without a second thought.”

Without another word Felix swept away, leaving an alarmed Leonie in his wake.

“Well... that was... something.” she said to herself. Inside, her mind was whirling. What the hell had Felix meant, a Boar? Dimitri had never been anything but kind and polite to her. What did Felix know? Or presume to know?

Uggh, she should have stuck with he Deer. Not nearly as much drama there.

Dimitri approached her, interrupting her thoughts. “Leonie! Are you finished?”

Leonie shook her head like a horse ridding itself of flies. “Pretty much. Up for another archery lesson?”

Dimitri beamed. “Indeed! I’ve been practicing, and I managed to pull the bow without breaking it.”

“Heh, that’s great. Maybe now you’ll be able to shoot an actual arrow.”

-

Let me know what you guys think! If you like it, I’ll continue, but you’ve got to let me know. I won’t bother if no one seems interested.

BTW, I’ve decided that Leonie and Dimitri’s ship name is Lion King.

[shyampyari]

one of the main problems of people who think desiblr is bad or wrong or toxic is that they think 'these' are desiblr problems

these are tumblr problems

discourse on niche topics where shit turns ugly really fast is a tumblr problem not a desiblr problem

desiblr being unwelcoming for a while isn't exactly true for some ppl but it is for most and this is once again a tumblr problem (a lot of people who come here eventually leave cause they can't understand it and the ones that stay are the ones who are reading this)

people just agreeing with the mainstream thoughts and not thinking for themselves is a tumblr problem not a desiblr problem

people not interacting outside of their circle of mutuals (this is completely fine btw i don't interact outside of my circle either) is a tumblr thing not a desiblr thing

why is it necessary to point this out?

just to inform you that even if you leave desiblr you will have to deal with this shit unless you leave tumblr as a whole

and people really should stop talking like they know everything eventhough they don't

and discourses always turn ugly. i am not surprised at the unwillingness of people to let this drop and forget about it. but so many people are and just - what the fuck were you expecting? this isn't instagram or twitter. if you just hardblock/unmutual and move on without insulting the shit out of a person you aren't seen as mature but you are seen as weak or stupid. people don't want to be blocked but irl if someone doesn't like you they avoid you right? they don't insult you and this is an arrangement that works out fine so why is it such a bad thing to be blocked? there will always be people who don't like you so would you rather be insulted?

people who disagree with this are primarly members of desiblr and not tumblr

and there is a difference between the two

ok but louder for the people in the back pls

what makes this even toxic is the fact that literally everyone can see your posts no matter what you do, if someone tries they will track your 'mutual only' blog down where you thing its alright to talk shit because it can't whirl out of your circle 'consented' people, people with context for the things you say that look rude to anyone without it. Its not an inside joke if you want everyone to laugh about it, its a baseless comment.

and how??? do you leave??? desiblr???? you stop interacting with desi bogs? stop talking about yourself? stop being desi? desiblr isn't a fandom, its an identity (unless you are ashamed of it, then thats on you)

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Welcome to Chandelier does another fucking prompt list!!!!

And it’s in addition to consistent story uploads. Y’all gonna get something at 9am everyday of June, and something at a random time later in the afternoon.

This time I'm using @crowfootwrites' June List Day 1: Suit

*A note to Crow. Hello! I am an MCYT Writer. Feel free to stop by my tagging of your whenever you feel like it.

Set in a Villain AU created by @olde-scratch their original post

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist of the Villain AU, feel free to message me/send an ask.

Taglist: @sleepysnails

“Klupa” means “Bench” btw, I just tossed it through Google Translate.

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Hero Report

Page 1

Date: June 1st, 2021 Hero Reporting: Nightmare Patrol Time: 22:00 to 6:00

Had a run in with one of the Klupa boys, they were at the 24h Cupcakery on 6th street, and were harassing the employ, Nihachu, for something to eat. I spared Theseus twenty bucks and told them to keep the change. They even bought me a cupcake before I went on my way.

Does anybody know their real world identities yet? They look on the young side; I’d rather nothing bad happens to them. It hurts to see kids so young needing to resort to petty crime to survive.

I also bumped into SBI. They picked up their deposit left by 404 in the prior patrol. I managed to grab the briefcase, but the money was already taken and presumably dispersed among the men. I wasn’t able to apprehend them.

I got close to Burr but he let go of the briefcase to get away. And The Blade proceeded to smoke me, so I wasn’t able to give chase. But I was able to retrieve some of the money back, and they are one smoke bomb poorer.

The rest of the night was uneventful. I stopped a robbery on 9th Street.

[CONT]

- - -

Time: 21:30, May 31st, 2021

Tommy was having a good day. 404 had made good on his promise. He had left a briefcase with one million dollars in the homeless shelter’s food stores.

Tommy had watched 404 come in and leave it. The personal information Tubbo had managed to siphon was good enough blackmail to get them this. Ranboo hadn’t actually ever gotten a buyer lined up, but it was the threat that counts.

“How much are we leaving again?”

“Twenty-five hundred thousand.”

Tommy dropped to the floor once the coast was clear and unzipped his backpack. He separated out three quarters of the cash and left the briefcase right there.

“Do we have to leave it?” Ranboo asked over the frequency. “We could really use that money.”

“You know if we weren’t so charitable we wouldn’t need the extra cash.”

“Shut up man.”

“I’m just saying.” Tommy takes out a fresh smoke bomb, and places it next to the money. “Do you ever feel back for those guys?”

“Who? The Sleepy Bois? No not really.”

“But like. What did they ever do?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly! Why do they get all the credit?”

“Because we’re orphaned high schoolers,” Tubbo said dryly. “Because if we aren’t even on the suspect list then we aren’t gonna get caught.”

“Okay,” Tommy relented. “But those are like, super incompetent, what’s our plan when they finally get caught?”

Silence washed over the comms as Tommy yoinked a bag of chips and got out of there.

“Is keeping the three of them out of jail even worth it?”

“Yes,” Tubbo said. “It’s worth it. Investing in their safety is beneficially to us.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you guys at the Cupcakery. Theseus out.”

 Time: 22:47, May 31st, 2021

Tubbo and Ranboo are in the Cupcakery on 6th Street when Tommy walks in knives out. “I want a French chocolate swirl lady!”

Niki took a moment to process the demand. Here she was having a lovely conversation with two of her most favourite late night customers, and now the third was threatening her with a knife. “Excuse me?”

“French chocolate swirl. Hand it over. I’m in the mood for some sweets. Don’t make me ask twice!”

Niki finally put her hands up. Tubbo and Ranboo were in their civilian clothing and played the part of worried shoppers. “Do you have money?” she asked, scared.

“I have a knife.”

And that was the moment a hero walked into the building.

Ah.

Tommy had spotted Nightmare on the way here.

“Theseus.”

Tommy whirled around. Backing into the counter, acting more scared than he actually was.

“What are you doing kid?” Nightmare asked exasperated.

“M’ not a kid!”

“Yeah yeah.” Nightmare was already reaching into the back pocket for his wallet. He took about a crisp twenty. “Put the knife away kid. Buy yourself the cupcake.”

“Oh.” Tommy reached out for the twenty; eyes shifting looking around for the trap. He had a 750k ransom in his backpack, and there was always a chance Nightmare had found them out. Even with the SBI decoy. He snatched the cash. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome kid. Stop harassing Niki here, and keep the change.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Nightmare, clearly satisfied with his diffusion of the situation, nodded to Niki.

“Would you like a cupcake?”

“Excuse me?”

“Nevermind.”

“I mean if you’re offering.”

“Two French chocolate swirls please!”

Niki pulled out two cupcakes stiffly and took the twenty. She put them and the change on the counter.

Nightmare tipped an invisible hat to Niki before leaving. “Think you’re suit needs some dry cleaning Theseus.”

“Because I can afford it!” Tommy bantered back. The door bell rung as the hero left. “Oh of these days my comments are going to get me killed, I know. Shush Tubbo.” Tommy lowered his green bandana and took a bite of his cupcake. “Sorry for pulling a knife on you Niki.”

“It’s fine. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“What the fuck Tommy!”

“Oh shut up Tubbo. I had it under control.”

“You’re going to be our downfall,” Ranboo said.

“You guys are the ones telling Niki!”

“Yeah but it’s Niki.”

“Yeah Tommy. I’m just Niki.”

“You’re right that was rude. I’m sorry Niki.”

Niki took out a cloth and wiped Tommy’s crumbs away. “You boys get home. Isn’t it a school night?”

The three fourteen year olds groaned.

“Bye Niki.”

“Don’t get caught.”

Tommy handed Ranboo his backpack.

Tubbo and Ranboo packed their homework into Tubbo’s backpack and their loose stationary with the money in Ranboo’s. They waved to Niki and walked back to their shotty little apartment.

Tommy put his bandana over his mouth and nose, and readjusted his red blazer. He left through the front door back towards the trade cite. He was needed to save SBI’s assess from Nightmare.

He flicked his steel throwing cards around his hands. He hoped it’ll go well. He needed this to go well.

- - -

Time: 23:00, May 31st, 2021

Wilbur read the instructions he had written on the inside of this arm one more time. “There is a briefcase with 250k. Disperse it among the three of you. When Nightmare arrives at 23:15 for the meeting time of 0:00, hold the briefcase and run like hell. You should have the money on your person, don’t let him catch any of you and ditch the briefcase if need be.”

“I still don’t get how we managed to get this money,” Philza said on the way to the homeless shelter’s food storage facility.”

“Don’t question it.”

“But, like, it said it was a ransom for blackmail. We don’t have any blackmail on anybody.”

“Don’t question it.”

“Guys can you focus? We have a mission to accomplish.”

“Techno, you gotta admit that we’re shit.”

“We are shit. But Nightmare doesn’t know that. And I’m not turning down 250k.”

- - -

Time: 23:58, May 31st, 2021

Shit. Tommy had need to graze Nightmare’s ankle with his ace of clubs for Burr to escape.

Nightmare was clearly put out that he hadn’t been able to catch the SBI. He left the storage facility empty briefcase in hand, and clearly put out.

Nightmare bent down and picked up the throwing card from under an aisle.

If there was one thing Tommy hated the most out of this whole, pretend the SBI are the ones doing the things that the Klupa Boys are doing, it’s that Burr gets credit for Tommy’s amazing feats.

“In case either of you are awake and on comms. The SBI had a clean escape, but I’m down a card.”

- - -

[CONT]

Notes: The SBI are still at large and are a danger to the people of Braidingston. Be advised that they might still ask for more money depending on the contents of their information. Order French chocolate swirls from the Cupcakery on 6th Street at the next office party.

[writeyouin]

It says asks are closed, but your recent post said they're open? If they are closed, that's fine, sorry to bother. Love your stuff btw! What if LL crew were temporarily turned human. The human liason helps them adjust (even if this is just for a while-they hope) and since it's Christmas, they decide to make everyone a traditional Christmas dinner (or as close to it as they can...) Who actually helps in the kitchen, who's more of a hindrance, and who sneaks food when they think no one's looking?

Transformers MTMTE/LL Reader Insert – For Just One Day

A/N – This one was tricky, trying to fit everyone in.

Warnings – Very Mild NSFW

Rating – T

It started with a stupid bet that the crew wouldn’t last a day as humans. To be honest, you forgot even making the bet with Brainstorm, but apparently those were your exact words, and now he hadn’t just turned himself human, but the entirety of the Lost Light. Fortunately, the effects of Brainstorm’s device were only going to last a day. Unfortunately, the day it took place was Christmas. Now, you not only had a million questions to answer about being human, but you also had to cook a Christmas dinner for everyone because Swerve had given the idea to Rodimus and it had spread like wildfire.

“Okay,” You said, tying back your hair and putting on an apron, mildly anxious now that everyone was looking to you for a Christmas feast. “I’m going to need help in the kitchen, if anyone will volunteer.”

Ultra Magnus nodded. He had just finished making a pamphlet for the bots who were struggling with their humanity. “I shall organise a cooking party,” he said, and with that, he was organising groups of bots who had volunteered into those willing to cook meat and those who weren’t.

Soon, you were left with a group of around thirty volunteers, looking to you for instructions. Among them were Rung, Ten, Swerve, Nautica and Cyclonus. You started by showing the group how to prepare the vegetables, setting off a production line. Rung was very attentive to his carrots, though having more experience on model ships, he was paying far too much attention to detail and was very slow with his work. Upon watching Ten, who was much faster, you decided to partner the two up to make up for Rung’s lack of speed.

Whilst trying to give instructions to some other bots, you found Swerve watching you dreamily, rather than preparing his items. When you went over to him, he blushed and started talking a million miles an hour, soon becoming more of a hindrance than a help, though you humoured him, since it came from a good place.

“You can keep yapping, as long as you get back to work, instead of staring at me,” You winked.

Swerve, feeling suddenly very nervous looked around for something to distract you, although it was too late for you not to have noticed his blatant ogling. “Ugh, I- I- I- FLOUR FIGHT!”

He threw a fistful of flour at your face. You coughed and spluttered, raising a bemused eyebrow once you were okay.

“I-Uh-I-” Swerve babbled, wondering why he hadn’t just got back to work when you had called him out.

“I’ll let that one go, but I’m gonna get you back later,” You deadpanned, smiling only when your back was turned and he couldn’t see you; it would be fun to watch him panic for a while.

You walked on, stopping when you found Nautica stirring an empty pot, whilst watching Brainstorm and Perceptor dreamily. You had a feeling that she had volunteered for the cooking before she realised that they were going to be running various experiments on the now-human crew. You stopped to look at the pair of arguing scientists.

“It is not a contest,” Perceptor sniffed drily.

Brainstorm wrapped an arm around him, “Everything is a contest, Percy. If it wasn’t, existence would be futile. So, you in or not?”

“Most definitely not. I am here to research the human mechanics that you have so hastily created, not compete over who can do the most experiments before the day is up.”

“Ah, classic Percy, that’s the fighting talk I love. We’ll tally the scores at sundown.”

Turning your attention back to Nautica, you knew she wouldn’t abandon the work she had promised to do, even if she didn’t realise that she wasn’t actually doing it.

“You should go with them,” You told her.

“Hm? Me? Oh, no, I couldn’t. I’m supposed to be here,” Nautica smiled bashfully when she realised that she had been stirring the wrong pot and the cocktail sauce was still just a batch of raw ingredients.

“Nautica, you’re supposed to be having a good time. Go nuts, run some experiments. Christmas is all about having fun, after all.”

Nautica chewed her lip, considering it.

You pushed her towards the exit, “Go!”

With that, Nautica gave you a quick hug and ran excitedly out, leaving you to get back to checking on everybody else. On her way out, you saw Megatron standing awkwardly in the doorway. From the disturbed look on his face, it occurred to you that nobody had told him what was going on and he had only just figured it out upon seeing everyone else.

You approached him, “Hey Megatron… It was Brainstorm-”

“So I gathered,” He replied gruffly. “Please can you inform me how long this is to last.”

“Around twenty-four hours.”

“I see. Then I shall remain in my hab-suite until it is over.”

“Wait,” You grabbed his arm. “We’re um, celebrating a human holiday, if you want to join us.”

“Please (Y/N), do not pity me. You know I have no place among my peers during celebrations.”

“Megatron, I will only pity you if you leave. Come on, you should be among your friends, and don’t say you don’t have any ‘cos that is utter rubbish. So, as your friend, I am ordering you to get over to your other friend, Rung and help him with those potatoes.”

Megatron stared at you, dumbfounded. If he didn’t have so much respect for you, he would have left to hide away until this was all over. As it was, he simply nodded and joined Rung, who immediately struck up a friendly conversation.

‘Right,’ You thought to yourself, ready to get back to work until you saw Tailgate hanging out near Cyclonus, about to pop some raw bacon in his mouth.

“NO,” You ran over picking him up. “PUT THE BACON DOWN.”

“WHAT? WHY?” Tailgate whined. “You didn’t yell at Ravage when he stole the eggnog.”

“He did what?” Sure enough, when you looked around, the eggnog was gone without a trace; how Tailgate had seen him take it was beyond you.

“(Y/N), I just wanna taste Cyclonus’ cooking. Pleeeeeease.”

“Tailgate, I get that you’re excited, but Cyclonus is on meat duty, ‘kay. Meat can make humans really, really sick if we eat it raw. I’m just doing this so you don’t get ill. So, I’ll say it again. Put the bacon down.”

“Do as (s)he says,” Cyclonus added, without even looking up from his cooking station.

Huffily, Tailgate put the bacon back onto the counter and you let him go. “If you want everything so perfect, you better check the dessert station,” he huffed.

You were puzzled for a moment, but you decided to do what he said, heading over to the dessert section.

“Oh, come on,” You groaned, upon seeing Rodimus remoulding all the gingerbread men into gingerbread Rodimus stars.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Rodimus grinned, trying to hide his artwork behind his back. You had been far too occupied to notice, but Rodimus had already been kicked out of the kitchen by various other members of the crew no less than seven times for causing havoc wherever he went. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to be kicked out again; it was getting harder and harder to sneak back in.

“Really? You couldn’t leave the gingerbread men alone?”

“(Y/N),” Rodimus put a hand over his heart. “I, for one, am disgusted that you would allow us to take part in an act that encourages cannibalism. I mean, eating fake humans is the first step towards eating real humans, and I will not stand for it.”

“Ugh, where the hell is the dessert team?” You asked frustratedly, looking around for any sane bot.

“Oh, them? Well, they chased after Riptide who stole all those little pastry things to eat. Then when they came back, Rewind and Chromedome had stolen all the chocolate.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They heard something about chocolate being an aphrodisiac, so they took it and went away to canoodle.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then Drift came to try some stuff.”

“Drift, really?” You said, surprise colouring your tone.

“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you, but he has kind of a thing about watching organics eat, so he stole some food to get into his kink state. Anyway, that was when the dessert team abandoned base and went to play twister. By the way, super-fun game. Anyway, that brings us to this point, when I’m your only hope for saving dessert, thus saving Christmas.”

You rubbed the back of your neck tiredly, “Fine… Do whatever the hell you want to the gingerbread. Just make sure to cook it afterwards. I left the instructions on the datapad there.”

“You got it,” Rodimus winked. “This is gonna be the best dessert ever.”

Finally, you were free to get back to work, and with only a few more problems, dinner was served. You and a few others volunteered to take food to those who had decided to quarantine themselves. Your first stop was Whirl’s hab-suite. Quite frankly, you were surprised that Whirl hadn’t come out to make mischief when everything started.

You knocked on his door, “Whirl, sweetie, you in there?”

“GO AWAY, MEATBAG!” He roared from inside.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I SAID GET LOST. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE WHILE I’M LIKE THIS.”

You didn’t really understand what Whirl’s problem was, so you just left the food outside his door, telling him what you had done before leaving. Whirl didn’t go to collect the food. How could he, when he had a problem of this nature? As it turned out, something had gone wrong with Whirl’s transformation, so instead of his usual holoform, he looked entirely different. He was a grown man in a leather jacket, with fairly good looks. The problem was that without his interface panel or his usual feminine form, he couldn’t hide his arousal for you. As such, he had vowed not to come out until everything was back to normal.

Where others were saying Merry Christmas, all Whirl could think was ‘Bah, humbug.’

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[kutemouse]

He calls you clingy with hoseok? I'm love him🌻🌻, angst with fluff please :))

Alright, kutie anon, you asked for it. Please don’t hate me, it’s a lot of heated angst 💜 Btw, I love Hoseok too! He so kute 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like ALWAYS come on now, y’all know the drill), mentions of alcohol consumption, Jin being an ass, Hoseok being an ABSOLUTE BUTT HOLE. I love him no matter what, but PLEASE don’t project and create toxic situations the way he is doing, ‘kay? Yelling, screaming, and crying 😭 When you ask for angst, I give you ANGST. You’re welcome 😈

Word Count: 2,663

Summary: You feel like you haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while, so you decide to go over to his place and surprise him despite him insisting on a guys’ night. Thanks to Jin mixed with alcohol, things do NOT work out well.

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Tears and Tulips (Hoseok One-Shot, Angst, Fluff)

You hesitate before knocking on the door. There’s music coming from inside, along with several muffled explosions and male voices yelling. He’ll appreciate you coming over, right? After all, you did bring food.

With that thought giving you courage, you rap your knuckles on the door. It takes a couple minutes before it opens to Jimin. His eyes go wide with surprise. “Y/n h-hi,” he stutters. “I didn’t realize you were invited over.”

You give him a weak smile. “Technically, I’m not, but… I brought food?”

You held up the bag full of take-out containers, but Jimin still hesitated before stepping aside. “I’ll let Hobi hyung know you’re here,” he muttered.

Nodding, you walked inside the apartment, inhaling the distinct scent of pizza and sweaty boys. “You cheated!” Jungkook shouted, reaching over and playfully punching Taehyung.

“You’re just mad ‘cause you suck,” the elder teased. His eyes flickered over to you. “Oh. Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

“Didn’t know you were coming over.”

“So I’ve been told,” you said under your breath, turning to head inside the kitchen.

Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi were all in there, talking loudly with slurred words. Each one held a cup in their hand filled with liquid you were sure wasn’t juice. Jin’s windshield-wiper laugh rang out. “And then…” he gasped, slapping Namjoon on the chest. “And then she fucking went, ‘Oh, okay, didn’t realize you had such a huge-’”

Joon nudged Jin, cutting him off, the second he caught sight of you. “Y/n!” Namjoon said, his voice too loud, his smile too wide. “What a surprise!”

Your pathetically fake smile came back. “Hey, guys. Sorry to drop by unannounced… But I brought food.”

“Wow!” Jin exclaimed as you dropped the bag on the table. “Damn, Y/n, you’re such a good girlfriend. No girl I know would bring me a meal, let alone one for my roommates too.”

He threw you a cheeky wink. “If you and Hobi don’t work out, you should go out with me, ‘kay?”

You bit your lip and shoved your hands in your hoodie pocket, looking down at the ground as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You hated when he did this, but you didn’t want to start drama with your boyfriend’s friends. You looked up as Jin stepped close, stumbling as he did so, and pressed his hands into your shoulders. “Seriously, I could kiss you for bringing us food,” he mumbled, his words still heavy and slurred. Your mouth fell open as he actually puckered his lips and leaned in towards you.

“The FUCK!” a voice cried out as a pair of hands reached out and roughly shoved Jin backwards. Hoseok grabbed the front of Jin’s jacket and pressed him against the wall, teeth bared, anger blasting from his dark eyes.

Namjoon and Yoongi, drunk as they were, had a hell of a time wrestling them apart until the younger three came in and helped. Taehyung tugged Jin to the front room and Jungkook held a struggling Hoseok back, pinning his arms behind him. “LET ME GO!” your boyfriend roared.

“ENOUGH!” Joon bellowed.

A beat of silence followed his thundering voice, in which all the boys froze and looked at you. You didn’t realize you were holding your hands to your mouth until that moment. Slowly, you dropped them to your sides. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Fuck off!” Hoseok growled, shoving Jungkook away.

He grabbed your hand and led you wordlessly to his bedroom, fury rolling off him in waves. You jumped as he slammed the door shut. “What. The. Fuck,” he hissed, turning towards you.

You backed away, suddenly feeling a bit frightened. “Hobi, I’m sorry-”

“No! No more ‘sorries!’ No more making excuses!” he shouted, pointing towards the door. “I’m sick of you all defending him! He’s been drunk-flirting with you for weeks now, and I am two seconds away from kicking that pretty boy’s ass!”

You held your hands up. “I get it. I do, Hobi, I really do-”

“No, I don’t think you do!” Hoseok ran a hand frustratedly through his dark locks. “Watching him think he can just… just have you, like he does every other girl who comes his way is… Well, it makes me sick!”

“It makes me uncomfortable, too, I’ll be honest-”

“Then WHY?!” he roared. “WHY DO YOU PUT UP WITH IT?!”

Your mouth parted open at his words. “What am I supposed to do?” you scoffed. “He’s one of your best friends, and you know I’m not the type to start shit-”

“Well you certainly let it end in shit, don’t you?!” Hoseok spat. His chest heaved as he spoke.

“I don’t let anything happen,” you said through clenched teeth. You felt your defensive walls rising and wrapped your fingers into fists, prepping for the inevitable fight. You knew Hoseok wasn’t really mad at you, he was just projecting, but you had a terrible day and were completely fed up with his shit.

“Yes, you do,” Hoseok growled, stepping towards you. Despite you wanting to stand your ground, you wavered and backed away from him until your back hit the wall. Hoseok pressed his palms into the wall on either side of you, trapping you.

“You know exactly what you do,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Always wearing those skimpy little outfits, showing as much skin as possible…”

“Those are for YOU!” you yelled, shoving him away. “And wearing shorts and the occasional tank top does not make my outfits SKIMPY!”

You stomped to the other side of the room, still shouting as you went. “And how do my clothing choices warrant Jin flirting with me?! What, don’t have an answer?!”

You whirled around, looking your boyfriend full in the face. “Well, here it is: THEY DON’T!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, tightening his mouth into a pout. He already knew he was in the wrong for saying that. He was just angry and wanting to blame someone for how hurt he was feeling. You didn’t begrudge him that. You did, however, resent the fact that his ‘someone’ was nearly always you. Your boyfriend could really be a child sometimes when it came to taking responsibility.

After a beat of tense silence, Hoseok snorted. “Why did you come over tonight, anyway? I told you tonight was guys’ night, Y/n.”

“Yeah, I know you did,” you replied impatiently. “But I hardly ever see you, Hobi. You’re always at work or dance practice, and I thought since you were home tonight, maybe we could spend at least a little time together.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” he snapped.

Your mouth parted open once more, taken aback. “Seriously? I even brought food for you and the guys! I just wanted to see you!”

Hoseok grabbed his hair with both of his hands, the look in his eyes unhinged. “Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to see you?!” he shouted. “I mean, god Y/n, you can be so… so…”

Your entire body tensed up as you waited for that next word to drop, your eyes widening as tears pricked at them.

“Clingy.”

And there it was. The verdict you didn’t realize you’d been waiting for. The one word that caused your muscles to unclench and the tears to finally spill over. You angrily swiped at them.

“Y-You think I’m clingy?” you stuttered, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. “F-Fine. Then I’ll give you space.”

“Y/n…” Hoseok said weakly, his eyes already filling with regret.

“No!” you said, your voice suddenly strong again. You gulped. “I’ll give you as much goddamn space as you want.”

And with that, you whirled and wrenched open the door, running down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the living room. “Y/n, please!” Hoseok called after you.

Your breath came out in gasping sobs as you struggled to unlock the door. Someone lay a hand on your shoulder, and you jumped, turning to see Namjoon looking at you. Concern filled his eyes. “Y/n, are you okay? I don’t think you should-”

You didn’t bother letting him finish. You ripped the door open and bolted down the hall, sobbing loudly as you sprinted away from all of the hurt, all of the humiliation, and most importantly, all of him.

The next few days passed in a daze. You barely spoke at your job, causing your coworkers to repeatedly ask you if something was wrong. You shut your phone off, sick of getting texts and phone calls from everyone but him. You spent most of the day sleeping, but at night, you lay awake, tears streaming from your eyes. Nothing could make you feel better, not even your favorite tv shows or movies.

Finally, the weekend came. You were wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, gorging on a gallon-size bucket of ice-cream as you watched your favorite romantic comedy for the umpteenth time. You reached over and chucked a pillow at the screen the two main characters kissed and the credits rolled. “That’s not how it ends!” you shouted.

You got up and put the ice-cream back in the freezer, dumping the spoon unceremoniously in the sink. Meandering into the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face and stared at your reflection for a moment. Dark circles covered the skin below your eyes, and your hair was a rats’ nest. You sighed and ran a brush through it, nodding in contentment as it lay at least a little more flat on your head.

You jumped as someone knocked on your door. Who could that be? You shuffled over to the door and pulled it open, eyes widening when you saw who it was. “Hey,” his voice said, cracking on the single syllable. Wow, he must be nervous.

“Hobi,” you said before shaking your head. “I mean, Hoseok. What’re you doing here?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, giving you a half-hearted smile. “Whaddya mean? I came to see you, of course.”

You looked down at yourself in horror, realizing you were wearing an over-sized t-shirt with several stains on it, leggings covered in cat hair, and… had you even showered today? Not to mention the state of your apartment.

Then again, Hoseok looked nearly as bad as you did. He had on a bucket hat over his hair, which meant it was likely unwashed, and you noticed he didn’t have a speck of color anywhere in his outfit. He must be really depressed. He also had dark circles under his eyes, and his mouth was turned down in that famous shiot frown.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, sure.” Fuck it. Let him think your place was messy. You had nothing to hide.

He stepped inside and sat on the couch you were just burrito’d on. He motioned for you to sit, and you did so, pulling your blanket over your legs and facing him. “What’s up?” you asked, suddenly nervous.

“I just wanted to say…” he said, and you braced yourself. He wanted to break up. You just knew it.

“...That I was wrong.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His dark eyes roamed over you, filled with guilty remorse, one corner of his mouth turning up in a hopeful smile.

“I was so wrong, baby girl,” he murmured. Tingles shot down your spine.

Hobi earnestly grabbed my hands with his. “You weren’t to blame for any of it.”

You gently took your hands back, not ready to let him off the hook just yet. “You sure made it out like it was,” you muttered.

Hobi furiously shook his head. “You weren’t. At all. You can wear whatever you want, and it doesn’t give anyone, not even me, the right to make a move on you.”

He scooted close, his hands frantically reaching up and stroking my face. “And please, baby girl, please believe me when I say this,” he begged. “You aren’t clingy. You can come over whenever you want. I never, ever want you to feel like I don’t want you… like I don’t love you… again.”

You bit your lip before turning your face and kissing his palm, tears pricking at your eyes. “I love you too.”

Hoseok let out a sigh, a wide smile forming over his face before he leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me?”

“I already have,” you choked out before throwing yourself in his arms.

He peppered your forehead with kisses, letting you sob into his chest. “I know baby, I know,” he murmured, rocking you back and forth. “These last few days have been hell for me too.”

Once you cried it out, Hobi stood up, got a box of tissues and began wiping and kissing your tears away, the way he’d always done and would always do. “I’ll never make you feel like that again,” he promised, his voice determined. “I promise.”

“And I promise to put Jin in his place if he ever tries that again,” you replied, tossing him a watery smile.

Hoseok grinned. “Yeah, about that. The rest of the guys agreed… If he hits on you again, they’re gonna kick his ass out.”

“No shit,” you said, slightly taken aback. You weren’t too surprised, though. The guys were probably pretty sick of all this drama.

“Speaking of them,” Hobi said, standing up and holding out a hand to you. “I have a surprise for you.”

You let him pull you upright, dropping the blanket as you stood, and lead you out into the hall. You gasped as you saw all of the guys standing there, each holding a bouquet of different-colored tulips and grinning. “We’re sorry things got so crazy,” Joon said sincerely. “We promise it won’t happen again. Right, Jin?”

He playfully wacked Jin right in the stomach, causing him to grunt. “Right,” he wheezed, holding his stomach. “I’m sorry Y/n. I promise I’ll never flirt with you again, no matter how drunk I am.”

“You’d better not,” you warned, feeling your heart swell.

Each of the guys traipsed into your apartment, setting down the tulips on the kitchen table until it was full of the beautiful flowers. Namjoon dropped off violet ones, Jungkook had purple ones, Taehyung had green ones, Jimin had yellow ones, Jin had pink ones, and Yoongi had maroon ones. Finally, you turned to see Hobi smiling and offering a single, red rose to you. “My beautiful girl deserves beautiful flowers,” he said. You took the rose and deeply inhaled its scent.

“Awwww,” Taehyung teased. You all laughed and the guys circled around you, wrapping you in the sweetest group hug you’d ever had.

“I love you guys,” you sniffled. “Thank you.”

“We love you. We don’t ever want you and Hobi hyung to break up,” Jungkook said, and the others murmured their agreement.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Hobi said, waving his roommates off. “You guys gotta get out, she’s gotta get ready.”

“For what?” you asked, blinking in surprise.

He waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “For the best date ever.”

You laughed, then pressed your hands to your mouth, feeling happy tears well up once again as the guys left and shut the door behind them. Hobi clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Uh-uh, none of that,” he murmured, drawing your chin up and brushing your lips with his. “You’ve shed enough tears.”

He hugged you tight, and you let him hold you, pressing your face into his chest as you inhaled his familiar, sunshine scent. Even though things had looked completely shitty before, you knew that this was a huge stepping stone in your relationship to bigger and better things. You knew this fight would lead to nothing but happiness, and that in a few weeks, you probably wouldn’t even remember what you fought over. You loved Hoseok, and he loved you, and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.