#I am so extremely happy with this patch

[fakezircon]

It's Done!

Three months of work from start to finish! All so I could finally present to the world:

Pocket, Minecraft Edition:

Some standard rambles and fun progress images under the cut :)

So, I started this project in early August, mostly as something I could do during downtime of a then upcoming trip.

I had seen some absolutely amazing art pieces by @royalnaym which kinda gave me the idea that minecraft rendered in pixel art has a pretty interesting while still very recognizable look. At the same time I came across @groupcritpowerdynamics 's speedrun pastel pieces and those really inspired me to try depicting my favourite game in one of my favourite mediums!

In the middle of August 6th, while in the middle of packing for my trip to the UK, I decided I wanted to do this and I wanted to have it to work on during the trip, so I loaded up minecraft and went looking for a screenshot worthy of immortalization. Unfortunately I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for so I made a brand new world and started looking around for the right vibes.

I knew I wanted a lone tree, and that if I ended up including the hot bar I wanted some hearts and food missing, so after running around for a few minutes I decided I would just do it myself and planted a sapling to serve as my centrepiece.

I gotta say I think the resemblance is striking!

And now as promised, the progress gif: mind the slight flashing, I did take these in all manner of different places including but not limited to: a plane, a handful of buses, and a small inn on the shores of England (not in that order).

It's pretty neat to me that you can see how different tones of lighting affect the perceived colour of the thread, I definitely noticed it more on this piece verses other larger stitch projects.

[ghosts-of-love]

went to a party/gig/fundraiser last night and got given a pair of matching leather cuffs with spikes on by local cryptid/new friend AND made friends with The Cutest And Softest Dog!!!!!

[ghostfacd]

I’M A JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS, BOY. | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. after gaining massive popularity, you star another show where you have to kiss your co star, which tom isn’t exactly happy about

AUTHOR NOTE. Two posts in one day? Who am I??anyway! This was self indulging because I love Steven Conklin and nobody writes for him 😔 As always, reblogs and comments make me more motivated to continue this series :)

installment of this au | the reader plays fictional character “ella fisher” in tsitp!

Tom wasn’t a jealous guy, at least, he didn’t think so. He was very secure in your relationship, always making sure he didn’t let his emotions get the best of him.

Like when you told him you had gotten the role of Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher’s sister in The Summer I Turned Pretty, and how you were Steven Conklin’s love interest, he congratulated you with a big hug.

He knew who was playing Steven—Sean Kaufman. There was no doubt that Steven was a very charming guy.

“You’re here!” You say giddily, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug when he approached you. “Daisy was just patching up the last of my concealer. Did you get any food?”

Daisy was your makeup artist—and one of the sweetest girls you’ve ever met in your life. She knew the cast pretty well, so when you first got here, she helped break the ice between you and them.

“You know I did,” Tom says, placing the paper bag down on your table. He opened it up, retrieving an iced matcha latte and a poke bowl. You squealed in delight, excited to eat after filming for so long.

“So how was your day?” You say, cheekily grinning at him as you ate your bowl.

“Tiring? I did a photo shoot, it was fun. Then I went home and took a nap, and then I drove to buy you food.”

“Well thank you babe,” you say. “Today was such an exhausting day, so much retakes cause of all the sand. But God do I love this show to death. It’s so much all at once but in a good way, you know?”

“Well I’m just excited to see my girl on the big screen,” Tom smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“YN! Time to film again!” The voice of your director calls out, making you shove your bowl into Tom’s hands and rushing over to the cameramen.

Tom carefully places your bowl down, walking over quietly behind the cameras to watch your scene up close.

He watches as you talk to Lola, who plays Belly, about your plans after high school, and how you wanted to apply for Princeton just like Steven. She rolls her eyes, saying how she doesn’t get how you and Steven get along so well.

Later in the scene, you and Sean sit close together in front of a campfire. Tom remembers vividly of you telling him there was a scene between your character and Steven where the two of you would get extremely close. Tom feels his breath hitch when he sees Sean make you laugh. He knows that it’s just acting—that your character and Sean’s character are love interests in the show, and that it means nothing in real life.

But he just feels so weird. His stomach is in knots, and it feels like his mouth is dry.

“You know,” Sean begins, leaning in close to your face. “I know Belly doesn’t want me liking any of her friends, and your brothers would totally kill me if they knew; but you’re making it so hard.”

“Really Steven?” You fake giggle, leaning closer to his touch. “Well they don’t have to know.”

Sean laughs at your comment, his head falling against your shoulder, something that Tom had always done with you.

And then he sees the director cue the cameramen to zoom in, and then there it is. — You and Sean kiss, and Tom feels his feet move away from the scene without even realizing.

“And… cut!” The director says, clapping. “Good job Sean and Y/N! You really captured the tension between Steven and Ella. That’s a wrap!”

You hug Sean afterwards, the two of you laughing about how stupid the kiss must’ve looked but you knew the viewers would eat it up once the episodes aired.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” Gavin asks, suddenly showing up behind you and Sean.

“Gavin!” You say, putting your hand to your chest. “Way to scare a girl to death!”

Gavin laughs, poking at your sides teasingly. “Just kidding, I know where he is. Stormed off where Lola and Christopher are standing.”

“Storm off?” You say, confused.

“Seems like lover boy wasn’t too keen on you kissing our Sean over here.”

You quickly make your way towards where Lola and Christopher were standing, and just like Gavin had said, Tom was standing behind them. He didn’t look too happy.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, pulling the boy away for some privacy.

“It’s nothing.”

“Oh c’mon,” you scoff. “It can’t be nothing. Gavin said you stormed off earlier.”

Tom sighs, clearly wanting to drop the topic. But one look into your genuine concerned eyes makes him crack.

“I was jealous.” He admits, biting his lip back in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

You bite back a smile, arms linking with his. “Awe babe, it’s okay. Just acting. Just like how you kissed Rachel in the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah,” Tom sighs, bringing your body close to his. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have felt that way.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, smiling brightly. “Feeling jealous is bound to happen with our job, as long as we communicate about it, everything will be fine.” You hug his side, snuggling your face into his coat. “Plus, you know Sean has a girlfriend, right?”

“What?” Tom seems baffled, but he quickly covers it up. “No, yeah, I knew that.”

“Uh huh,” you tease, “don’t worry Tom, I love you the most.”

He leans down, making eye contact with you. “Well I sure hope so, because I love you the most as well.”

And everything was perfect until Gavin lets out a fake barf, telling the two of you to “get a room”.

“Oh get out of here Gav!” You say, shooing him away.

“Yeah Gavin, let the couple have their moment!”

That makes everyone laugh, and you swore you never felt happier than you did right now.

[asimpwithfreetime]

Lowkey need yandereJake sex… imagine you finally get comfy enough to mate with him and he litteraly treats you like a princess the entire time constantly praising you for any action you do 😭

YASSSS GOOD YANDERE JAKE SMUTTTTTT! 💃💃💃💃

Mating time (Yandere! Jake Sully x Fem! Reader)

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language, this hasn’t been proofread yet, it is an extremely loooong one-shot.

General warning: SMUT, if you feel uncomfortable with the idea of this 3 meters tall aliens having monster cocks, please don’t read this 🤠 I have the strange idea that the queue/braid can give them orgasms, so it will be used as an overstimulating prop.

Specific tags for this smut: dirty talking, praising, Jake being a pussy eater (it is already a accepted headcanon in the fandom lol), foreplay, handjob, belly bulge (even if you are a Na’vi), overstimulation, squirting, cum eating. Soft dom! Yandere! Jake Sully. Jake Sully purring and whining. Porn without plot.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Jake beamed at Y/n as she finished saying that she was ready to mate with him. He had waited so long, trying to not manipulate her. He wanted this to be real, for her and for him.

His tails swished with excitement as he looked at her. “Let’s do this” he said.

They went to a secluded area, Jake seemed so happy he could die. Y/n felt a little bit concerned about it.

“Baby, I am so happy” he said, pulling her towards him and roughly kissing her. His tongue explored her mouth with force, yet his hands were drawing soft and gentle patterns into her skin.

Y/n moaned and Jake could swear he saw the stars. He wanted to hear more of that. He stared peppering kisses along her neck, making her whine. He swore he got harder just for that.

He undid her loincloth rather easily, pushing aside the necklace that worked as a top. His hands traveled the inside of her thighs, not quite touching what was important. His mouth licked, sucked and kissed every patch of skin on her breasts, making the moment hot and romantic. His gentle and caring movements relaxing Y/n.

His hand pressed softly against the skin of her entrance, he caressed every spot with softness. It even seemed like he was teasing her instead of pleasing her.

“Mmmm.. MaJake” Y/n muttered, her whines and moans getting in the way “more…”. Jake smiled proudly, lowering himself until he could start eating her out. Her hands flew to his hair in an instant.

He started licking in circles around the labia, sometimes penetrating her with his tongue. Jake knew exactly what he was doing.

Once he found the clit, he started sucking, making slurping noises just to embarrass her. “Jake, oh Eywa” she moaned, her ears flattened against her skin, her moans escaping her parted lips. “Come on, sweetheart” Jake said, introducing one slender finger into her. She moaned and her back arched.

He continued to make her feel pleasure while he waited patiently for her to cum. Her breath hitched in her throat, her toes curled and for a moment her eyes rolled back. He drank her cum as she released and came down from her high.

“Ah… ahh” she said “For the love of Eywa, Jake, how do you do that?” She asked, amazed. “Do what?” He passed a finger upwards her slit, making her shiver with the tiniest overstimulation.

They began making out again, Y/n tasting herself in his mouth. Her hand began traveling downwards until she found his cock and started playing with it. Jake’s attitude changed, he became whinier and started panting as soon as she started pumping.

Jake moaned deep in his throat. Pre-cum leaked from his top while he started moving his hips to meet the movement of her hand. He didn’t stop once the kissing and he slowly started giving hickeys to her neck once they separated.

“I want to put it in you…” Jake growled as he began softly bitting one of her nipples. She nodded. “Do it” her voice close to a whisper as she continued masturbating him.

Jake steadied himself, giving Y/n one last kiss before aligning his dick on her pussy. “I am going in…” he moaned once he felt the tightness around his dick. “Is so hot I feel I could melt” he says.

Face to face, both moving at the rhythm of their moans and the sound of skin against skin. “Ah… baby” Jake sometimes moaned. He pulled it almost out completely before, without much force, turning Y/n completely around, now she was riding on a reverse cowgirl style.

He started rutting into her with speed, pulling her thoughts up and down with his strong hands. He pressed her to himself, her back against his chest. “Oh look, love” Jake said, stoping the unhuman speed humping to play with her stomach. In the lowers my point of her tummy there was a a bulge that appeared and disappeared as Jake’s cock entered and came out.

Y/n whined with shyness. “Such a beautiful sight” Jake murmured against her hair and pressed one hand against her belly. She moaned, moving her head. Jake noticed that they had just mated “human” style but their queues were yet to be connected.

He took his, nearing hers and seeing how they connected. Soon both of them felt an overwhelming feeling. They could feel their own pleasure but a ten times stronger experience.

“Ahhh… Jake, what are you doing?” Y/n moaned. The new sensation had her body’s sensitivity going over the roof. Her pleasure tingling in every muscle of her body. She felt the coil in her stomach stronger, growing closer to an orgasm.

“Ahhhh, Jake, oh Eywa, what a sensation” she moaned, her pussy clenching around his dick with such force he felt heaven. She came again, her fluids running down his cock and into his thighs. She began a trembling mess, little chills going up and down her spine.

“Ahh, I am coming” Jake said. “Where do you want it?” He asked. Suddenly Y/n turned around dumbfounded. “Where?” She asked.

“There isn’t enough time” he pulled out started immediately jacking off. As Y/n was now sitting on the floor, he got up, lowered himself and demanded “open your pretty little mouth, atta girl”.

Y/n did as ordered, opening her mouth and receiving all of Jake’s load, not letting a single drop be wasted.

[velvrei]

Imagine Mike and reader are fighting the reader leaves which xause mike to start to loose his mind but Abby makes it her mission to get mike and reader back together.

this was originally a blurb but it got too long so i made it a fic!!

…

jokes aren’t funny

pairing : mike schmidt x reader

summary : mike and reader are in a relationship & they get into a fight and later into a rough patch. abby makes it her mission to get them back to being happy together.

warnings : fluff, slight angst (little sad parts), swearing

word count : 1k+

story under cut to avoid long scrolling!

you and abby were very alike. the two of you had similar thought processes, the same imaginary friends, you both liked to dance, that’s why it was perfect for her when you and mike started dating. she finally felt like someone understood her in a way only girls could.

so, you and abby formed a friendship. you’d play together, you’d babysit her while mike was at work, and it was going great. up until mike’s work schedule started to affect his mood and the time both of you spent together. him taking the nightshift made it difficult for you to spend any time together.

so, one day when mike came home, and abby was supposed to be sleeping, you had a talk to him about it. that talk, however, quickly turned into an argument.

“i don’t understand what the problem is?” mike reasoned, louder than intended. when his volume increased, so did yours, and now you both were practically screaming at each other, which was the first time you’d ever done so.

you sighed and rolled your eyes, “because you’re not trying to understand? maybe if you looked from my perspective you’d realize how horrible it is for me to talk to your little sister more than i talk to you! i love abby dearly but i need quality time with you too, mike! i’m your girlfriend!”

mike rolled his eyes, trying to keep them open sense he had no sleep for the past 20 hours and was extremely grumpy.

“i’m sure you can survive without seeing me, y/n! i know i can. i don’t need to see you everyday to function properly!” mike said, somewhat shouting then dramatically letting his head fall onto the dinning room table.

“am i just some kind of joke to you, mike?” you asked, your eyes starting to fill with tears. it didn’t matter that you were about to start your period, you still felt betrayed and felt like mike didn’t care about you as much as you did for him.

“now where the hell did you get that from?” mike shouted, “i never said that!” his voice was filled with anger and your words couldn’t help but grow his annoyance.

“that’s what it feels like, that’s what you’re implying.” you said, before grabbing your coat off the couch. “let me know when you’re ready to treat me like your girlfriend. until then, i don’t know if i can be anymore.” your last words made him stand, as you left and slammed the door behind you.

mike swore loudly and sunk onto the couch, rubbing his hair with his hands in a stressed manner, not noticing the little girl peaking around the door frame of her room. “mike?” he heard her little voice and broke down into tears.

“what?” he said, mid sob, not wanting her to see him the way he was. abby walked out from her room, wrapped up in one of her blankets. she walked over to mike, unwrapped it, and placed it over him.

“where did y/n just go?” she asked, “and why were you guys yelling like mom and dad?” those words made him break down, he started sobbing, and it made him realize that he wouldn’t lose you that easily. he physically couldn’t.

abby could tell he didn’t want to lose you that easily, so she helped him come up with a plan. until that plan was executed, however, mike couldn’t sleep for days, and when he did, his dreams were all about you. marrying you,

it had been about 4 days after your arguments. no contact, no texts on your part. however, mike wasn’t expecting otherwise, because of your last words you said to him, so he had to make the move, the ball was in his court.

so, with abby at his side, he texted you.

y/n, i’m so sorry for everything. can you come over so we can talk in person?

and so you came over, and he apologized to you. and said that his job at the nightshift was over, because he chose you, over his job. and the fact that the building collapsed but that takes away the sentimental value.

and abby was happy, because she was able to help get the both of you together.

[wavelikewhat]

Bend It Like Mingyu

Pairing: Professional Soccer Player!Mingyu x reader (any pronouns)  Summary: It all started the day Mingyu ruined your picnic with his stupid soccer ball. Ever since then, he keeps showing up everywhere. Why won't he leave you alone?! Wordcount: 3.2k Content notes: extreme fluff, zero smut, Y/N's best friend is pregnant and later cares for the baby (baby is mentioned but not seen in the story) Genres/themes/appearances: enemies to lovers, super sweet and fluffy, Mingyu is very clumsy and very reliable, there's only one bed! (no smut), I am American so it is called soccer in the fic

"Watch out!" 

You looked up in alarm at the man's shouts, and not a moment too soon. A black and white ball was flying through the air aimed directly at your patch of sunshine. 

Reflexes kicking into action, you tossed your book aside and scrambled backwards just in time. The ball landed exactly where you had been sprawled across a blanket rereading your favorite book for the 26th time. 

You stood up and shook yourself off angrily, stalking over to where the book landed when you unceremoniously threw it from your hand. In your peripheral vision you noticed a man coming your way and you ignored him to let your rage build while you gathered your things to leave. He had officially killed the mood.

"I am so sorry!" a man's voice exclaimed from a few feet away. You spun on your heel, ready to unleash your anger, but instead you found yourself speechless as you gazed at the most beautiful man you had ever seen. The sunlight was shimmering all around him. 

Wait, no, the sunlight was reflecting off the sheen of sweat covering his bare arms and legs, visible beyond his loose tank and rather short shorts. He pushed his longish hair back from where it had covered his eyes. Your eyes tracked his hand as it moved.

You felt yourself start to lick your lips but you caught yourself. That's right, you were mad at this man! How dare he come to a public park and ruin a perfectly good day with an errant kick! Doesn't he know how to handle the ball?

"I'm really sorry," he apologized again.

You glared at him. For some reason your brain was having trouble forming a response. "Just try not to do that again," you said coldly before turning away to pick up your things.

…

"What did you end up doing yesterday?" your best friend Hani asked, taking a big sip of lemonade. She was craving a lot of lemonade these days.

"I went to the park," you replied, "but this annoying guy kicked a soccer ball right at me and totally ruined my vibe."

"That's so rude!"

"Thank you! That's what I thought!"

"Did he say anything?"

"He apologized. I think he was trying to say more but I just left."

Your friend laughed. "When we were seven years old you would have thrown a rock at him even if he apologized."

"You know what this is? Growth."

As you both giggled, you scanned the room with your eyes. Hani and her husband were hosting their baby shower, and all the friends and family crowding their house looked nearly as happy as the parents to be. You turned to look in the other direction and your jaw dropped.

"What is he doing here?!" you asked in shock.

Hani turned to look and a huge grin spread across her face. "Oh, it's Mingyu!" She waved enthusiastically and the man smiled as he walked toward them. Then he seemed to take in the person beside Hani… and he did a double take. You could only stare.

"That's right! You two haven't met!" Hani realized as she gave Mingyu as much of a hug as she could, given her belly. "Y/N, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is Y/N, my best friend who you have heard so many good things about!" 

She turned to look at you. "Mingyu is a professional soccer player, but he's been playing overseas for a few years. He just got traded to the team here in the city though! We're so excited to have him here," Hani added, giving him another hug. Who on earth was this man, and why was Hani so obsessed with him?! She was supposed to hate him in solidarity with you!

Fortunately, all that came out was "Professional soccer player?" in quite possibly the most skeptical voice you had used in your entire life. 

Mingyu at least had the decency to look sheepish. "It's true, you can look me up online!" he said defensively. Then he switched back to that infuriatingly warm smile. Two little canines popped out as he grinned. Ugh.

…

[Unknown Number] Y/N are you on the way to the hospital? [Y/N] who is this? [Unknown Number] Kim Mingyu [Unknown Number] Hani gave me your number in case of an emergency [Unknown Number] I guess that's what this is!

You scrunched your nose in annoyance. What was Hani doing giving your number to strange men?

You sighed and looked out the window of the taxi. You had to admit he wasn't a random man. He had really stepped up and helped out Hani and her husband over the last few months, even taking Hani to a few unexpected doctors appointments that her husband and you couldn't help with. You and her husband both worked on the other side of a bridge that was currently under construction, and traffic was getting crazier every day on the way back to the neighborhood where you all lived. Eventually he had started working from home because it was getting too close to Hani's due date. 

(By then, she was complaining to you every day that she felt like her baby might actually be a baby elephant. You didn't really think that part was a problem because baby elephants are super cute.)

Your phone buzzed again.

[Unknown Number] I'm waiting for you in the main lobby [Unknown Number] We can go up together when you arrive

You never even said if you were on your way to the hospital! You sighed. Ok, fine, he knew you were probably on the way to the hospital. Hani had texted you that they were on their way, and that she was turning her phone on do not disturb because she didn't want it to distract her. As soon as you saw the message, you got in a cab.

[Y/N] ok

Mingyu found you as soon as you walked in the hospital, just as he promised. He led you to the waiting room. You set down your things and stared at the chairs as if waiting for them to tell you what to do.

Mingyu interrupted your racing thoughts. "Should we sit down? Do you want a bottle of water? I have a couple here." He unzipped a gym bag, and you registered that he must have come directly from the gym because he was in loose sweatpants and a plain tee with a sheen of sweat giving him what could only be described as a beautiful natural glow. How unfair. When you went to the gym you did not look glowy.

He handed you a bottle of water and sat down opposite you, motioning with his hand that you should sit too. You did, opening the water and taking a sip for something to do.

For the next while, Mingyu kept up a mostly one sided conversation about a variety of topics you didn't follow at all. Your mind was on your friend.

"Are you okay?" Mingyu asked with concern.

You looked over at him. You didn't have any fight left in you. "I'm really nervous."

"I understand." He came to sit beside you. "My sister had a baby a few years ago. I was a nervous wreck. My mom had to hold my hand and calm me down!" He laughed a little, then he became serious again. "Is it okay if I hold your hand? It really helped me."

You gave him a small nod and he took your hand. Against all odds, his grip really was comforting. Then again, you had gotten to know him better over the last few months, and he seemed like a genuinely good guy who cared a lot for Hani and her husband and the baby.

He felt you leaning towards him, and he released your hand so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you against him. He moved his other hand to yours and squeezed. You felt yourself tearing up and closed your eyes. Suddenly you were relieved this man you barely heard about until recently was sitting next to you.

…

"Finally, we can have some adult time!" Hani whispered loudly as she shut the bedroom door and tiptoed towards you.

You and Mingyu shared a look on the couch. Hani had always been dramatic and theatrical, even as a kid, but she seemed sillier than ever to you now that she was supposedly a mature mother to an infant. Her husband finished washing dishes and joined her on the other couch.

The four of you agreed to put on a reality dating show with a ridiculous premise that kept going viral on social media. Might as well find out what the fuss was about! It was definitely entertaining, but before the second episode ended you drifted off and fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were lying down on the couch with your head on one of the fluffy pillows and a blanket draped across your body. You twisted to get comfortable and fall asleep again… and that's when you realized the pillow was in Mingyu's lap, and he was fast asleep with his head leaning back on the couch.

Doing your best not to wake him, you flew off the couch and grabbed your phone from the table. There was no way you could show your face in the morning knowing where you had just been. It was better not to think about it too much.

"Y/N!!" came a frantic whisper from behind you. You stopped and turned as Hani approached.

"Why are you up? Are you okay?" you asked, trying to change the subject before it was even broached.

"I was up to feed the baby. Every two hours, remember? Anyway, that's not the point. What is going on between you and Mingyu?!" she asked excitedly.

"Nothing! We just fell asleep. It was a long week."

"Fine. I believe you. But things seem different between you."

You couldn't help yourself. "How so?" you asked. The truth was, you felt like things were a little different, too. You and Mingyu had started texting after the baby was born, and sometimes you carpooled to hang out with Hani and her husband for a bit before they got tired. (Luckily you didn't carpool today.) 

The four of you had developed a special dynamic, but you would be lying if you said you didn't look forward to those car rides with Mingyu. Sometimes the two of you picked up takeout before going to see your friends, which meant spending twice as much time together as he picked you up from work or home before driving to a restaurant and Hani's place, then he drove you home afterwards. And sometimes you sat in the car chatting with him for quite a while instead of saying a simple goodbye and leaving.

"You and Mingyu seem like a good match for each other. I'm just saying… think about it. He's a great guy."

"I'll think about it," you replied, as if you weren't already going out of your mind wondering what he thought of you and if he thought things were different between you two and if he maybe just maybe was interested in spending some time with you on purpose instead of under the guise of hanging out with your friends during the precious 45 min after the baby falls asleep before the parents fell asleep too.

…

A few weeks after that conversation, you found yourself on the couch with Mingyu again as Hani and her husband checked on the baby. When Hani came out she spoke to the two of you. 

"Do you two want to use the guest room tonight? It's so rainy and I don't want you to drive in this weather. There's clean sheets on the bed and towels in the bathroom closet, and it's a king size bed so you won't even notice each other!"

It would be a miracle if you were in bed with Kim Mingyu and didn't notice him. That was simply impossible.

Before you had a chance to say anything, Mingyu spoke up. "Sure. Thanks, Hani."

"Excellent! We'll make you a big birthday breakfast, Mingyu!" Hani disappeared, claiming she was getting clothes for you and Mingyu to sleep in.

You looked at Mingyu in surprise, barely able to process the exchange. "It's your birthday tomorrow?"

"Yes," Mingyu admitted. "I've always been overseas so I didn't get to celebrate with anyone besides the team."

"We'll do something special for you," you said without thinking. Mingyu locked eyes with you, and his gaze felt heavy. It occurred to you that the two of you were about to share a not nearly large enough bed.

"Here you go!" Hani interrupted, dumping a pile of clothes into your arms. "Goodnight!" 

"Goodnight, Hani!" Mingyu said to her as she spun away with a mischievous glint in her eye. It was a good thing he had all his faculties available because you definitely did not. He led the way to the guest room, a room you had both clearly used many times, separately, but this was definitely going to be so different. You both knew where the spare toothbrushes were, and he offered the bathroom to you first. 

After you switched places between the bathroom and the bedroom, you slid into the side of the bed that didn't have his water bottle beside it. This was unreal. Now you know which side of the bed he preferred. It was the opposite of the side you liked. You prayed that the king size bed really was big enough not to notice him.

"Can I turn off the light?" Mingyu asked a few minutes later. He was in just a pair of gym shorts. You nodded in response. Your mouth had gone dry after seeing his bare chest, and arms, and stomach, and neck, and…

Mingyu slipped into the bed quietly and you heard him put his phone on the bedside table. You had turned on your side to face away from him. Out of sight, out of mind. Hopefully that strategy worked on his body. You thought of something else that could be on his body. (You.)

"Do you remember that day in the park?" Mingyu asked suddenly. 

You were so surprised to hear this that you turned toward him and opened your eyes in the dark. The two of you had never acknowledged the fact that you actually met one day before Hani introduced you to him.

"Of course I do," you replied. "Why?"

"I actually kicked my ball toward you on purpose," he admitted.

"WHAT!?" you exclaimed.

"Shh!" Mingyu whispered, and you felt his hand cover your mouth for a moment. Your breath caught in your throat until you were recovered enough to speak 

"I was so annoyed that day," you said, but more quietly. "That's why I was so stunned to learn you played professionally!"

"I meant to kick it to land near you, so I could strike up a conversation. A butterfly flew in front of my face while I was running up to the ball and it threw me off."

You giggled. You could picture his focused face converting to his excited face after he saw the butterfly, then it probably transformed to a look of fear after he realized the ball was not going to facilitate a meet cute.

Before you could comment, he went on. "You were so pretty that day, and I really wanted to know what you were reading that made you look so happy." He paused and you replayed his words in your mind.

"I think you're pretty every time I see you," he added. "And when I don't see you."

"Oh," you responded quietly. Even though this was a conversation you had been hoping for, it still caught you completely by surprise. Your mind was reeling.

"Could you tell me what you're thinking?" he asked. He sounded very close to you all of a sudden, but you didn't realize he had moved. He was speaking more softly than you had ever heard him.

"Me too," you said, which technically didn't make any sense at all given what he had revealed and what he just asked. He seemed to understand your meaning because he gathered you in his arms and gave you the sweetest, softest kiss. Then he turned to face away from you and drew your arm around him. You automatically tucked in close, against his back.

"Happy birthday," you whispered.

"Thank you," he replied, pulling your hand to rest on his heart.

[darkbluekies]

Don't know if anyone asked but what would the yandere's reaction be to the reader patching them up after they get injured?

Warnings: mentions of cuts, blood, killing, yandere, feeling depressed? (I'm not sure what to call it)

Silas: 

He is strongly against you seeing him in this kind of condition. He’s supposed to be your protector, supposed to take care of you … not the other way around. But you manage to push him down on the toilet and start to clean his wounds while he hisses and curses, although afterwards, he’ll shower you in kisses and tell you how grateful he is.

“You’re not supposed to — fuck — do this. I can take care of myself, you know. Give me that — oh motherfucker — that disinfectant and I’ll do it myself. Yes, I am happy that you’re worried about me, but this isn’t my proudest moment, baby. Let me spare some damn dignity.”

Dr Kry: 

He has cut his palm deeply on one of his sharp tools while cleaning up after a surgery. He returns to your room where he keeps all of his stuff. His hands are shaking too much to be able to clean it. You decide to help him before he bleeds out. Dr Kry guides you through the process to make sure you do everything as you should.

“Take that and pat it on my hand. Be careful though, that disinfectant is pretty strong. Ouch — I’m fine, don’t worry. Then you have to take the bandage and wrap it around my hand nad wrist. Don’t wrap it until my hand turns blue, but make sure that its tight. Good job, Y/N. I think I’m good now. But now you need to get back to bed, you know that you shouldn’t be out too much … as a thank you, I can get you dessert after dinner, alright?”

King Edmund:

Cut in the shoulder by a sword. An enemy had caught him in a vulnerable moment. You sit him down on the side of the bed and remove his shirt before starting to clean the wound. Edmund groans and throws his head back to avoid seeing the mess. Although complaining a lot, he doesn’t want anyone else treating him. No one but you are worthy enough to touch his body.

“Hurry up, please! For the love of all mighty, aren’t you done soon? I’m going to die! Yes, I am, you wouldn’t know. I’m going to mangle that scum who had the nerve to dislocate my shoulder. Y/N, you are going to take care of me until I’m well again, won’t you? You have to. I’m your king … your husband. You need to take care of me.”

Jerry:

Another one who’s extremely against you seeing her in this condition. She tries to push you away when you try to help her, but she’s too weak. In the end, you manage to corner her in the bathroom and treat her bloody wounds. For once, her hard demeanor seem to fall. She’s quiet, limp. You ask what’s on her mind, fearing for why she’s not being her normal dramatic, sarcastic self.

“I honestly thought that I was going to die … I have never been so … scared before. I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Yes, I am. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know it already. You should have left me alone, Y/N. You shouldn’t patch me up. You should have left me to die. I love you. I know I don’t say that a lot, I just wanted you to … know. Sorry for being a pathetic pussy … I just … nevermind.”

Hedwig: 

She’s crying while you clean the wound on her cheek. She had been shaving off some baby hairs — a trick she’d seen online — but had been too uncertain, resulting in her cutting herself. You clean it softly and place a bandaid over it. 

“I look so ugly, don’t I? I can’t go to school like this! People will laugh at me. Everyone will know that i tried to shave and that I couldn’t do it. Please stay with me, Y/N, stay with me forever. You’re the only one who doesn’t care what I look like. It doesn’t look … that bad … right? I never want to be without you, i dont think i could do it.”

[subbyalbedo]

Kinktober Day 31 - A/B/O with omega!Muzan Kibutsuji

Happy Halloween! 🎃👹

Dom!alpha!reader x sub!omega!muzan

reader has a cock and Muzan gets a little ooc but I’m proud of this ;)

~~~

Muzan Kibutsuji.

To most, a feared demon, the most powerful in the world, and a terrifying creature of the night.

But what they didn't know, was that he was an omega.

For years, he had kept it hidden, using the pathetic human scent patches and taking idiotic pills to remain in control.

Of course, you didn't know all of this. But, you barely knew Muzan except for the fact that he was the extremely powerful demon who turned you, and you hadn't seen since.

But as you were walking down a dark alley, right after a delectable meal, you saw a dark figure slumped against the side of the brick building lining the shadowed road.

Hmm, dessert?

But as you got closer, you smelled that not only was it not a human, but it was a demon.

And...he was in heat.

Muzan was furious. Furious, and panicked, and so fucking screwed, and as he slumped against that wall, he felt like he was falling apart.

He had failed to notice the signs of his heat soon enough to stop it, and now he was hidden in an alley unable to move. He could feel his dick leaking, and he felt so disgustingly needy that he wanted to scream.

The heat was overtaking his body and mind so much, that he didn't know you were approaching until you were right in front of him.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" You grinned down at him, and his pretty red eyes glared back up at you.

"Go away." He didn't know what to do, but he was the strongest demon. He would make you respect him. Probably kill you to make sure no one knows about his...

"Aw, poor little omega is getting angry?" He looked absolutely gorgeous, and very fuckable, and you knew that no matter what, at the end of the night, you'd have him.

"Do you know who I am?!" As soon as he said it, he regretted it. Your eyes lit up with recognition, and he cursed himself for his incompetence.

"Muzan Kibutsuji. You're prettier than I remember." With a sly grin, you reached out to stroke his face.

Faster than you could see, he tore off your arm, fighting off a shiver that was triggered when his omega sensed the alpha.

With some rather quick regeneration, you regrew your arm and looked at his warily.

"Muzan Kibutsuji is an omega? Well, that's absolutely delicious."

At the word omega, Muzan felt repulsed, but the animal inside him made him want to submit to you.

There was nothing you wanted more in this moment than to fuck this gorgeous demon king. But you wanted to make him want it.

So you released your scent into the air, and immediately, Muzan let out a whine, sinking to his knees.

As soon as his legs hit the pavement, he realized what he did, and immediately tried to stand up again, repair some of his broken dignity. But you were having none of that.

"Down, omega." You commanded, and he couldn't help but moan as he crumpled, forced to bow on the ground before you.

"You dare to command me?" He gritted out, he could feel his length brushing lightly on the ground but he refused to rub himself, he refused~

without even meaning to, his body started humping the ground desperately, and even you didn't see it coming.

"I don't even need to command you. You're a slut all on your own."

He was about to lash out, kill you with the little power he still had, but you were a step quicker.

"Can you be good for me?" He felt himself almost let out a whimper, but this time he was able to hold it back.

"Good omega." You purred, and this time, he felt a wave of affection and pure joy come from inside him at your words. "Now, be good and hump my leg, will you?

Quickly, his arms came around your extended leg in a tight grip, and he drew you as close as possible to get himself off, rubbing himself at a hard, grinding pace.

He could feel his resolve weakening as the friction against his cock felt so amazing, each thrust bringing him closer and closer.

He wanted to cum so bad, would you let him cum? Please?

He thought it was just the omega chanting that in his head, but after a moment he felt his lips moving, begging to cum.

"Stop moving."

He let out a wail as he immediately stopped at your commands.

He wanted so badly for his hips to keep moving, he was so close when you made him stop and he wanted to scream, but there was something in him that so desperately wanted to be good for you.

No no no! He needed to stop thinking like this, he’s the fucking demon king, and he wasn’t going to break. “I’ll- ill fucking k-kill you!”

His voice came across as much weaker than he wanted, but he got his point across. He had just about three seconds to enjoy fighting back before you spoke.

“What did you say to me, Omega?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck no no no no no.

He felt tears welling in his eyes, he could hear the disappointment in your voice, and it made him hate himself, why would he say that to you?

His omega side felt like it was in pain at your words he didn’t mean it please! “Please m…‘msorry! I didn’t- didn’t mean it, please!”

Hell, one moment he wanted to murder you in cold blood, and the next, all he wanted was to nest with you.

Fuck, he needed to figure this out fast because he couldn’t do both.

So, he tried to make the best out of the shitty situation.

If you were going to command him to be your omega, he would, but just for the night. Once he wasn’t stupidly needy anymore, he would murder you and carry on like nothing happened.

So he gave in.

Kneeling at your feet, he gazed up into your eyes with a desperation, he needed you to fuck him, gods please.

“Poor thing needs to be full? I bet you feel so empty in your wet hole, don’t you?”

He nodded quickly, he could feel his ass clenching at your words, slick coating his pants.

“Alpha…Alpha please…I need you to fuck me….”

“Aww, poor little omega. I suppose I’ll have to fill you, won’t I?”

You yanked him up, enjoying his cute gasp as you turned him around and bent him over, arms holding him against the brick.

Unceremoniously pulling down his pants, you found nothing underneath, except for a considerable amount of wetness coming from his hole.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? You were waiting in this alley for the first alpha to come your way. You’re nothing more than a street whore.”

“Yes yes yesss, you’re my alpha, mine mine mine!” Muzan was pressing back into you, practically grinding on you with need as you removed your pants as well.

With all the slick pouring out of him, and the way his hole kept opening and closing, you decided you didn’t need much prep, quickly thrusting in a couple finger to test how much he could take.

Rubbing your length along his slick ass, you quickly thrusted in while yanking his hair back, and reveled in his surprised scream, the pain and pleasure all hammering into one point as he took your cock, groaning with how full he felt.

With just the entering of your big length, he came, back arching and eyes rolling back as he felt himself jerked back and forth by your pace.

All the while, he’s mumbling how he’s your omega, he belongs to you, and please knot him, he’s been good for you,

and you smile at his state, you’re fucking the actual demon king, and you should probably be scared for you life in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care with the tightness of his ass and his lovely groans, and you decide to go ahead and mark him.

Leaning forward quickly, you bit into the part of his neck, and Muzan moaning even louder, and you knew he’d be furious but you had to!

And as he came once more that the thought of you claiming him, he collapsed into you.

“You’re done already? Oh no, we’ve just begun.”

Poor Muzan will wake up sore all over with a new mate that he won’t be able to get rid of.

of course, maybe he’ll just kill you…

but with your mark on his neck, you highly doubt it.

~~~ hehehehhehehe I hope you enjoyed!

happy Halloween!!!!!!!

[paintingraves]

AITA ? I (40M) bought a condo one of my friends (43F) wanted to buy with her boyfriend (36M) to get back at her for hurting my best friend's (50M) feelings.

This is a bit lengthy so bear with me.

I have a prestigious job in the medical field and I am head of department in my specialty. I met my best friend (G) years ago when he bailed me out of jail (another long story). We work in the same place, under the supervision of our boss (C) who is also a close friend of mine.

Now G and C have a bit of a history. They met in medical school, from what I know they shared a night together, but G was kicked out of uni so it never became more than that, until they found each other again years later and she offered him his current job. They are always flirting, always pushing each other's buttons, and they are clearly very attracted to one another, but a lot of things prevent them from acting on it.

First, their respective positions - she's our boss - and also the fact that my best friend is, to put it plainly, an asshole who avoids emotions and vulnerability like the plague. Given his history, it makes sense, but he's never tried to work on himself, instead preferring to hide behind drugs, booze, and, lately, prostitutes. So he wasn't exactly relationship material, but things changed last year.

First, they got closer. In a very emotional moment that I won't disclose here, G ended up at her place and they kissed. They immediately agreed to pretend like it never happened, despite the fact that they clearly both have strong feelings for each other.

Next, G's drug addiction got worse. Much, much worse, to the point where he hallucinated an entire night where he went through detox in her company, then they had sex, and she left early the next morning. Yes, I wish I was making this up. He was weird the next day, and he ended up shouting for the entire hospital to hear that they slept together. She got understandably extremely mad at him for putting her reputation at work at stake in such a humiliating way. That's when he realised how bad things had gotten. He came to me, and with my help, he went into rehab.

He spent a few months there. When he came back, he'd changed. Not radically, but he was off the drugs, he was seeing a therapist regularly, and he seemed genuinely commited to working on himself and trying to be a better man, to lead a better life. In his own words, he was "tired of being miserable." He moved in with me at the advice of his therapist, and he tried to distance himself from work for a while. He quit, he tried other activities, but eventually he came back because he loves this job.

I could see he was also still interested in C, but she was very guarded. I encouraged him to try to show that he'd changed, because he had, and I knew she also had feelings for him. But things came to a head when we went to a medical conference she also attended. The reason she was so distant with him was also because, as it turned out, she got into a new, serious relationship while he was away, with a man (L) who used to be G's friend. Obviously, it was a blow for G. And for me as well, because I didn't know about this, or I wouldn't have encouraged G to pursue it.

Anyway, life went on, and after a while C started talking to me about buying a condo and moving in with L. I was still a little put out by her behaviour towards G. She called my ex-wife, who happens to work in real estate, and found "the condo of her dreams".

So I called my ex-wife, visited the condo with G, and impulsively decided to buy it before she could.

We'll be moving in shortly with G. He seems happy, and I'm happy to be doing this for him. Hopefully he can move on, and it may teach her a lesson.

So, Reddit, AITA ?

Edit, in answer to a few comments:

- Yes, we met when he bailed me out of jail. I was going through a rough patch and ended up doing something stupid that got me arrested. He bailed me, a perfect stranger, out of jail because he said I was "the most interesting person around." We've been best friends ever since.

- The price for the condo was around 250,000$. I paid 3/4th of it using most of my savings, and I don't regret it one bit. He paid what was left, in an exceptionally generous display (for him).

- L was a private investigator G hired to spy on me (long story) at a time where I wanted to get away from him. They became sort of friends, but we hadn't heard from him in a long time before finding out he was in a relationship with C.

- C cares for him, but she is also at a spot in her life where she wants stability. She is a single mother with a daughter to care for, and she wants to be with a man whom she can rely on. What with G's history, I can't blame her for not acting on her feelings.

It doesn't mean I can't be mad at her for hurting him, though.

Edit 2:

Yes, G and I are close. He's the only person who truly gets me and doesn't put up with my bullshit. He's the worst and the best friend I've ever had.

Edit 3:

Stop asking me if I'm in love with my best friend. We're both straight, we've both been in very commited, serious relationships with women. He doesn't see me that way, no matter how many gay jokes he makes.

Edit 4:

C found out someone had bought her dream condo, and was pretty mad. I won't lie, I acted all chagrined on her behalf but I feel pretty damn good about it.

[bluishfrog]

HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

[in1-nutshell]

MORE SG BLACK ARACHNIA BUDDY

I'm stuck on a retelling of the episode where meltdown and black arachnia work together. But it's just meltdown pulling some extremism by essentially kidnappy buddy and saying, "I'm either gonna fix it by turning it full organic or kill it, which ever comes first". And Buddy is desperately on the phone with Optimus like

Op - look, I'm coming, but don't you have Decepticon allies that you can call?!?!

Buddy who knows that if Megatron knew she was in danger, then the island would simply be collateral damage - ...no

HAHAHAHA! I love the little description of the call there!

Here is the unintentional, intentional, after math of the Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister gets kidnapped by Meltdown

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, kidnapping, slight mention of torture, mention of burns, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

How did Buddy end up here?

Strapped to an experimental table, shock collars adoring her neckcables and servos, too many muti-colored patches one her frame while a disgusting Puddle Man taking notes on a weird looking monitor.

Buddy would have to start from last week to be able to tell you that.

Buddy had stayed on Dinobot Island for the night trying to calm down from that night’s events.

The Dinobots were more than happy to have Buddy over though they were worried about what happened the night before.

Buddy is sitting and patting Swoops head as Snarl keeps guard of the cave entrance.

Grimlock is sitting behind her.

“Buddy ready to talk?”--Grimlock

Buddy continuing to pat Swoop.

“No.”--Buddy

“Why?”--Grimlock

“Because I said so.”--Buddy

“You say that not real answer.”--Grimlock

“Well—”--Buddy

“And that way to—erm—avoid question.”--Grimlock

“… When did you get so smart?”--Buddy

Grimlock puffing chassis a bit in pride.

“Grimlock smartest of Dinobot’s!”--Grimlock

“Yes, you are.”-Buddy

“So… Buddy talk, now?”--Grimlock

“No.”--Buddy

Buddy made sure she went back to the base as soon as the next boat had arrived near the island and beelined straight to the base.

To her surprise and slight hurt, no one had noticed she had gone the night before.

Not even Megatron.

Then again, she couldn’t blame him.

The Elite Guard was still on Earth after all, he had more things to worry about.

After a week, Buddy decided to do something she hadn’t done in a while.

Buddy walking towards the exit of the base.

“And where do you think you’re going at this early in the morning?”--Starscream

Starscream leans against the cave wall with his arms crossed.

“I’m taking a walk outside.”--Buddy

“Don’t you have a med bay to re arrange again?”--Starscream

“I’m taking the day off.”--Starscream

Starscream’s wings slightly perk in question.

“You? Taking a day off? Has Megatron finally grabbed his bearings and asked you then?”--Starscream

“Asked me what?”--Buddy

“Ask you to—”--Starscream

Megatron appears behind him scaring the two.

“Go one Starscream what were you going to say?”--Megatron

Starscream chuckles a bit nervously.

“Ah he isn’t doing any harm now Megatron.”--Buddy

“Yet.”--Starscream

“Shh! Anyway’s I was telling him that I was taking the day off today. I sent the message through the link, and I was going out for a walk—”--Buddy

“You are… taking the day off?”--Megatron

“Yes? Why is it so hard for you two to believe that.”--Buddy

“Lugnut wouldn’t believe you.”--Starscream

“Oh that’s a bit of a stretch—”--Buddy

“Hey Lugnut!”--Starscream

Lugnut stops walking with Blitzwing by his side.

“Why is everyone awake? No one is up by this—”--Buddy

“Buddy says she’s taking the day off.”--Starscream

Random starts laughing hysterically while Lugnut looks confused.

“Buddy…taking the day off?”--Lugnut

“OH, COME ON! I am not that bad! I can take a break when I want to.”--Buddy

All the Decepticon’s having flashback’s of dragging Buddy away from her work or to sleep at a decent time, some getting out with injuries.

“…”—All the Decepticon

“…Look I’m going out today for a walk. No one is going to call me unless someone is dying.”--Buddy

Buddy hops off the ledge and swings away from the group who is left astounded.

“…So this is the future you have in mind Megatron?”--Starscream

“Starscream I swear…”--Megatron

While on the walk someone pinged her on her commlink.

Despite what she had just told the entire team an hour earlier, she still took the call.

Blame the anxiety and bad habits.

It was Prime.

“Hello?”--Buddy

“Prowl where—Buddy?”Optimus

“…Hey Prime…”--Buddy

“Wait don’t hang up, please!”--Optimus

Buddy pauses a bit.

“Go on…”--Buddy

“How are you?”--Optimus

Buddy lets out a shaky vent.

“As okay as I can be Prime. I take it you didn’t call me on purpose?”--Buddy

“No—I mean—that came out wrong…”--Optimus

“…Hey Optimus… I never got to tell you how sorry—”--Buddy

“No.”--Optimus

“What?”--Buddy

“You are not going to say sorry. You had good intentions that night. It on them now. If we are going to blame anyone it should be me—”--Optimus

“And I’m going to stop you there too.”--Buddy

“Wait no, I’m still stopping you.”--Optimus

“But now I’m stopping you.”--Buddy

“No, I am.”--Optimus

“No, I am!”--Buddy

“No, I am!”--Optimus

Silence.

Both friends on the line end up laughing.

They both knew it was going to be okay.

At least with them.

Sentinel and Elita were still another story.

“Why did you originally call for anyways Prime? You didn’t want to speak to your friendly neighborhood Spider?”—Buddy

“What I—I mean—”--Optimus

“I’m just messing with you Optimus. Tell away.”--Buddy

“I was trying to get a hold of Prowl. So much has been going down on the base. Mainly everyone has been a bit more… chaotic than usual. I was calling because I have a lens Prowl wanted.”--Optimus

“What kind of lens?”--Buddy

“His nature camera lens on Dinobot Island had gotten cracked last week and he has been… a bit moodier without seeing his birds.”--Optimus

“Well Optimus today’s your lucky day. I have the day off and—”--Buddy

“You have the day off? Really?”--Optimus

“Why is everyone surprised about this? I can take breaks.”--Buddy

Optimus having a flashback to the Academy were Elita, Sentinel and him dragging Buddy out of the study room with dents on them all.

“… Right…”--Optimus

“Anyways I can go to the island and fix it myself.”--Buddy

“I don’t want to interrupt—”--Optimus

“You’re not interrupting anything Prime. Anyways it gives me an excuse to go see the boys.”--Buddy

“Thanks Buddy, you’re a life saver.”--Optimus

“You got it Prime.”--Buddy

Now she was on Dinobot Island.

She managed to find the camera, but its lens wasn’t just broken.

It had some sort of … burns…

Buddy needed to inspect this more. Nothing on the island could have done these types of burns. Nothing organic at least.

She grabbed the camera when she heard some familiar pede steps.

Buddy turns to see the Dinobots coming towards her.

Buddy waves hello.

“Hey, guys!”--Buddy

Dinobots running faster.

“Hey, you slow down now…”--Buddy

Dinobots run even faster.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—”--Buddy

Dinobot’s tackle Buddy to the ground.

“Guys…as much as I love you all… I’m not…as durable…as you…”--Buddy

“Dinobot’s get off Buddy who is just lying in a silhouette crater.

“Ow…”--Buddy

Grimlock picks Buddy up with one servo and dusts her off a bit.

“Thank you—Hold on what is that?”--Buddy

Buddy looks at a familiar looking burn on Grimlock’s thigh.

Grimlock shivers a bit as Buddy’s servo comes near the wound.

Buddy turns to see the others have similar burns.

“What happened?”--Buddy

“Dinobots… umm… Me Grimlock…”--Grimlock

“Is something hurting you?”--Buddy

Grimlock shaking his helm.

“…Is someone hurting you?”--Buddy

A hesitant nod from all three.

Buddy got out her med kit to look at the burns while gently petting them.

Buddy asked what happened to them after caring for each burn the best she could with her supplies.

They told Buddy that some puddle man hurt them.

Buddy’s optics harden.

Someone was hurting her friends.

They were going to pay.

Pay dearly.

Buddy finishing up the last injury.

“By any chance, do you remember the last place the ‘Puddle Man” was?”--Buddy

“Yes, it near gorge.”--Grimlock

Buddy nodding her helm slowly.

Grimlock suddenly looked nervous.

“Buddy not going to go see ‘Puddle Man’, right?”--Grimlock

“I just want a talk to the ‘Puddle Man’.”--Buddy

Buddy begins to move forward, but Grimlock quickly blocks her.

“No! Buddy no go! Puddle Man hurt Buddy!”--Grimlock

Snarl and Swoop nod their helms in agreement.

“I’ll be fin—”--Buddy

“No!”--Grimlock

Buddy shoots a web upwards and swings out of the Dinobot circle.

“Sorry guys! But someone’s going to pay for this!”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Grimlock

Buddy quickly disappears into the bush.

Grimlock turns to Swoop.

“Get Truck bot.”--Grimlock

Swoop nods hurriedly and flies off.

As Buddy swung towards the gorge, something cut off her webs making her tumble to the ground. She slammed her helm on a sharp rock causing her to black out.

That brings us back to the present.

The Puddle Man had introduced himself as Meltdown.

Some wannabe scientist that got himself into a bit of an accident making him look like this, ‘Puddle Man’.

Buddy had tried to get out of the bonds but after a couple volts of electricity and a couple dozen acid burns to the pedes later Buddy decided that it was going to be better to wait it out for an opportunity to show up.

“Let me get this straight. You want to make me fully organic… so you can figure out how to turn yourself back to human? Am I missing anything?”--Buddy

“That sum everything up, yes.”--Meltdown

“Do you take constructive critic?”--Buddy

“…I’ll allow it.”--Meltdown

“That is the dumbest thing I have heard today.”--Buddy

“WHAT?!”--Meltdown

“You’re trying to turn me, someone who isn’t organic by nature, to become fully organic. We both have different biology and not to mention the methods of—”--Buddy

Meltdown cranks the electricity collars on making Buddy scream.

“I’d watch your tone if I were you. If I don’t find out a way to make you fully organic, you’ll be discard like the rest.”--Meltdown

Buddy giving him the stink eye while side eyeing the mismatched bones and fur in the corner.

“You can’t even dispose of your own garbage Meltdown.”--Buddy

“I’m going to enjoy this.”--Meltdown

“Enjoy whaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”--Buddy

The collar sparks with more voltage than before while Meltdown looked down at her with a sadistic smile.

Buddy didn’t know what was more surprising.

The fact that her original frame and organic frame was still intact from the electricity and burns or the fact that Meltdown had to leave his lab to use the bathroom.

Buddy wasn’t going to push it any further.

She managed to get a hold on the com link that was still in her audial and pressed on it.

“Optimus—”--Buddy

“Buddy where are you!?”--Optimus

Buddy wincing a bit at the volume.

“Shush! Prime, you’re going to get me caught.”--Buddy

“Caught?! Caught by who?”--Optimus

“You familiar with ‘Meltdown’?”--Buddy

Optimus paling on the other end of the line.

“Yes.”--Optimus

“I’m in some lab of his and I can’t exactly get out.”--Buddy

“I’m already on my way.”--Optimus

“That’s—urgh—fast.”--Buddy

“One of the Dinobots came and asked for me. We’re half way to the Island now.”--Optimus

“Oh, thank the Allspark.”--Buddy

“Did he hurt you?”--Optimus

“…Do you really want that answer?”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Optimus

“I’m just trying not to look at them and get nervous.”--Buddy

“We’re almost to the shore.”--Optimus

“Good.”--Buddy

“Buddy, have you tried contacting your… team?”--Optimus

Buddy already having the vision of the island engulfed in flames.

“…No, I haven’t but there’s a good reason—”--Buddy

Toilet flushes.

“Prime I have to go! Find Me Prime!”--Buddy

Buddy releases her commlink silently tensing when Meltdown comes in.

“Shall we continue?”--Meltdown

Now all she had to do was stall Meltdown until Prime came.

Meltdown came back and began fiddling around with some of Buddy’s buttons near her helm.

To her horror she saw him press the mainlink to the Decepticon base, the one that would radio into the main computer.

While he was prodding around a few drops of acid fell on her.

She screamed as the acid met her chassis.

Buddy heard someone in her audial talking to her, but she couldn’t quite put her digit on it.

Mentally and physically.

Meltdown had somehow managed to figure out the link was something important and decided to play around with it.

He smeared more acid on her chassis.

She wailed in agony.

There was a bunch of noise in her audial now, but it eventually faded away as she blacked out from the pain.

When Buddy woke up again into was slow and painful.

Her optics were hazy and unfocussed, mainly seeing giant blobs.

She tried focusing on her senses first before dealing with everything else.

Buddy’s back was still on the table, but the patches were gone and so were the collar around her neck and servos.

Speaking of servos, something or someone was holding onto one of them with a death grip.

Strange enough, the touch felt familiar, nostalgic even.

Buddy tried focusing her vision on what was holding her servo and nearly had a spark attack right there.

It was Elita.

Okay this was surely a dream or Meltdown had failed to make her completely organic and this was her mind making a scenario to ease her into death.

She finally had enough consciousness to finally look around the room and was now fully convinced she was dreaming.

Next to Elita who was looking sadly at their intertwined servos was Optimus and Sentinel with Ratchet.

The three mechs seemed to also be looking across the room to…

Oh, Primus, why were they doing here?!

And how where the Bots not dead!?

On the other side of the room was Megatron with Blitzwing and Starscream glaring at the other Autobots.

Buddy gave Elita’s servo a squeeze making her snap up to look at Buddy smiling weakly.

Buddy gives Elita’s servo a bit of a squeeze.

Elita’s helm snaps up to see Buddy smiling weakly at her with barely opened optics.

“What’s with the look? Someone died?”--Buddy

Elita practically launches herself onto Buddy, hugging and crying on her neckcables.

Everyone else in the room finally understood that Buddy was awake now and tried to reach for Buddy.

Buddy gives them each a smile before motioning the door.

Motioning for privacy.

Her team was hesitant to leave, but eventually followed the Autobot’s out.

Elita finally released Buddy.

“Buddy, Buddy I’m so sorry—hic—I’m so sorry!”--Elita

“It’s okay Elita—”--Buddy

“No, it’s not! Look what happened to you! You nearly died here and…and--”--Elita

Buddy slowly takes her twins servo in her own.

“Things…things happen Lita…”--Buddy

Buddy pauses waiting to hear Elita tell her not to call her that.

She doesn’t.

“Somethings are out of our control, and we can’t just stick in one place for the rest of our lives. I got turned into a techno organic and made peace with it. This is a part of who I am now, and I accept it. Imagine if I didn’t and was bitter about it? I wouldn’t want to live a life were the only thing I have to look forward is revenge or something.”--Buddy

Elita sniffs a little bit.

“You took my place though. Aren’t you a little bit mad at me? At Optimus? At Sentinel?”--Elita

“I did at first. I wanted to blame everything on you guys and those Spider’s. But you know what Lita? It isn’t any of you guys’ fault. I made my decision back at that cave and I don’t regret it. Not for a nanoclick.”--Buddy

“But—”--Elita

“If I had the option of going back to that moment, I wouldn’t change a thing. I…I love Lita, and nothing’s going to change that.”--Buddy

Elita now fully sobbing on her twin.

Buddy starts bawling too as she hugs her back.

“Hey, I know this is off topic, but what happened to Meltdown?”--Buddy

Elita scowls.

“He got away. But don’t worry, I don’t thinks he’s coming anywhere near you ever again.”--Elita

“If you say so…”--Buddy

Buddy clung to Elita’s side as they both made their way out of the lab.

Buddy found it a bit funny how everyone was outside on their respected sides some silently glaring more than others.

Turns out the Dinobot’s had taken liberties to act as mediators between the two factions if things got out of hand.

Buddy waving at the group.

“Hi!”--Buddy

Dinobot’s waving back happily.

Buddy’s view was suddenly blocked by Megatron’s chassis.

“Are you all, right? Why are you even standing? Did the doctor do a good job? You shouldn’t be standing.”--Megatron

Megatron scoops Buddy up into his arms and walks back to his side.

Optimus looks relieved.

Sentinel too but tries to hide it in front of the Decepticon’s.

Ratchet also visibly relaxes a bit.

Starscream and Blitzwing stand close to Megatron nearly shielding Buddy from the other’s view.

“If there are any further complications—”--Ratchet

“I know where to find you field tech.”--Megatron

Megatron nods at the Autobot’s before taking off with Buddy in his arms with Starscream and Blitzwing following suite.

“Do you think she’ll be all right?”--Sentinel

“Of course she is. Don’t count her out of anything kids.”--Ratchet

Ratchet’s right. We’ll see her again, maybe not soon, but we will eventually.”--Elita

Optimus smiles at his friends.

“Let’s go home.”--Optimus

Meanwhile at the Decepticon base.

Megatron walks straight to Buddy’s room closing the door behind him.

He gently places Buddy down on the berth.

He sits down next to her.

“…Megatron—”--Buddy

“Not now.”--Megatron

He gently grabs her smaller servo in his.

Buddy slightly blushes at the action.

“…We can talk about this later.”--Buddy

“Yes, but now…”--Megatron

His servo lets go of her’s and pulls her into a side hug mindful of the injuries.

Buddy leans into his frame venting softly as exhaustion starts taking a toll.

“Buddy… there is something I need to tell you. I—”--Megatron

Megatron looks down to see Buddy fast asleep.

He chuckles a bit and gently places her on the berth.

His servo lingers on her’s before letting go.

He goes to the door and quietly walks out.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Sherlock Holmes story... Y/n Y/l/n unintentionally proves to the great Detective that soul mates are real.

A Chance Encounter... Part 1

You hummed a happy little melody to yourself as you breathed in the intoxicating scent of your recently purchased flowers. Flowers always made you smile, so this morning you decided you would treat yourself. You were so busy thinking of the perfect place to put the flowers, that you didn't hear the commotion coming up behind you as you began to cross the road.

"STOP!"

A startled scream left you as a man grabbed you from behind and dragged you backwards, tossing you into the middle of the road like you were a sack of rubbish before darting off in the opposite direction.

Eventhough the market street was busy, no one offered to help you up. Typical London, you thought as you sat in the mud. Everyone far too busy to be polite... except for one.

"Miss?" You raised your head and looked up into a pair piercing blue eyes. For a moment you were stund into silence as you stared at the man crouched before you. His unruly curls falling forwards as he stared back at you. He hesitated for a moment before carefully brushing some of your own hair backwards from your face. "Are you harmed?" He asked, his tone filled with concern and his brow furrowed, giving your face a once over. "I must apologise, this was entirely my fault."

"I-" You looked down at where your hands still rested on the ground and nodded. "I'm... Bleeding." You whispered, raising your grazed palms that were covered in mud and gravel.

The man looked down at your hands and let out a frustrated sigh, "Oh dear, I truly am sorry for causing you pain... For, bruising such a... Beautiful flower." He offered you a soft, yet shy smile as he brushed a splattering of mud from your cheek.

You lowered your face to hide your blush. "It's quite alright. You weren't the oaf that did this." You scrunched your face up in annoyance.

The man chuckled softly, certain you were the cutest little thing he'd ever seen. "No, but I was chasing the oaf." He smiled warmly as he held his hands out to you. "Detective Sherlock Holmes." Of course, you thought as you took his hands and allowed him to help you up.

"Y/n Y/l/n." You smiled. You looked down at the state of your clothing and the mess your flowers had made. "Oh heavens, my father will have a heart attack wondering what happened... And what a mess." You pouted.

Sherlock waved his hand, "Food for the horse." He reasured you. "And, allow me to patch you up before escorting you home. Perhaps I can put your father at ease if I explain what unfortunately happened to you because of my doing."

You smiled, "That's awfully kind, Detective but I'm sure you're far too busy for that." You whispered.

Sherlock shook his head. "Never too busy to help a beautiful flower," He smiled at you. "And this was my fault..." He held his arm out to you. "My home isn't too far. I have the necessary supplies there to fix you up, I assure you."

You considered his words for moment, looking down at your grazed hands before nodding. "Thank you, Detective." You smiled politely at him and slipped your arm through his. "Would it be awfully rude of me to ask, what was your reason for chasing that man in the first place?" You asked him.

Sherlock hummed, "Not at all. I do owe you an explanation as to why you were caught up in the whole ordeal..." He stopped a passing carriage and opened the door for you. He helped you inside before joining you and closing the door after him.

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After a short carriage ride and an awkward walk past Sherlock's landlady (whom wasn't best pleased with him), you entered Sherlock's extremely hectic flat, a small smile curling at your lips as he guided you over to the chaise lounge. He took your coat and told you to make yourself comfortable as he gathered the necessary items to clean your grazed palms.

You could hear Sherlock at the other end of thr flat, clanging around and muttering to himself making you smile. You took the opportunity to take in Sherlock's home. To say he was well put together in his appearance, his home wasn't the same, but you guess with a mind as busy as his, he didn't have time to keep things in order.

You looked down at the papers that sat on top of the table close to where you sat, spotting something interesting. You stood up and walked over, picking up what was a police report for a recent murder down by the dock. Your father had mentioned the murder to you a few days ago. You also picked up a picture of a young man, he couldn't have been any older than twenty or so.

"That young man is the reason for your grazed palms." Sherlock said over your shoulder startling you. A smile curled at his lips, "My apologies."

You shook your head, "No, it's quite alright," You took a deep breath and let out a small giggle. "I was the one being nosy."

Sherlock hummed, "I don't call it being, nosy." He grabbed the chair that sat beside his desk and placed it in front of the chaise lounge as you took a seat.

"What do you call it?" You asked looking up at him.

"Human nature." He sat down. "It's in our nature to know things. You saw something interesting and you wanted to know more. It's only natural."

You nodded, "I guess you're right." You looked over to the table as Sherlock began to clean your wounds, letting out a slight hiss as it stung. "So, the boy you were chasing, he has something to do with the dock murder?" You asked.

Sherlock hummed. "He was friends with the victim. Worked along side him too. Thick as thieves, according to their boss."

Your brow stayed furrowed as you watched Sherlock work. "I see... Is he your suspect?"

"Not sure," He murmured. "Although his lack of cooperation, does make him look some what guilty."

"Perhaps... But what if the reason wasn't guilt but fear instead?" You asked looking up at him. "What if, he feared for his own life? And been seen talking to you, would look bad for him."

Sherlock opened his mouth but nothing came out as he pondered what you had said. "Perhaps." He nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I still need answers, Miss Y/l/n."

"How will you get them?"

Sherlock sat back in his chair and exhaled a long breath through his nose. "My next step would be to visit the young man's home. Hopefully I can catch him their and ask my questions."

You hummed, "Don't you think he'll be expecting you to show up there?"

Sherlock hummed. "The thought had crossed my mind."

"If I were him, I'd avoid going home as long as I could." You said as you watched him clean your left palm.

Sherlock chuckled. "He'll have to return at some point."

"True... But, I think he's more likely to hide out somewhere you wouldn't think of going." You said ad a matter if fact.

Sherlock raised his eyebrow at you, "And where do you think this place would be, Miss Y/l/n?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

You began grinning at him. "Well, he's a young man... And a dock worker, which means he's most likely down at 'The Anker and Rope', a public house close to the dock, one the dock workers prefer... Plus, there's a brothel not far from there... I'd say that's probably a good place to look too." You smiled at him.

Sherlock's mouth fell open as he stared at you. "How do you know that, Miss Y/l/n?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, hm, well..." You quickly lowered your head as you began to blush with embarrassment. You gave him a small nervous smile. "You could say, being the daughter of a Brewery owner, I've learnt one or two things." You blushed even more as Sherlock chuckled. You dipped your head feeling ridiculous, why you thought you'd be helpful was silly.

Sherlock watched you for a moment in silence. He spotted your flushed cheeks and lack of eye contact. He might not be very good at identifying the difference between a woman being friendly and one being flirty, but he knew when a woman was embarrassed, he witnessed Enola being it a few times.

"I must thank you, Miss Y/l/n." Sherlock gave you a reassuring smile.

Your brow furrowed, "For what?" You asked in confusion.

"For your useful information." Sherlock paused, "I have a feeling it's going to prove quite useful to me."

Your brow furrowed, "Don't be ridiculous, Detective. Nothing I said is going to be of any use to you."

"On the contrary, Miss Y/l/n. I feel I may solve the case a lot sooner with your help."

Very unladylike, you scoffed abd rolled your eyes. "You believe what you will, I know I've been nothing but a nuisance to you."

Sherlock frowned. He didn't like the way you were dismissing yourself. It wasn't often Sherlock got to bounce ideas of someone else and hearing what you has to say was proving useful already to him. "Miss Y/l/n, I believe you are being too harsh on yourself. It was my fault you were dragged into this and the information you have unintentionally provided me will be useful." He began smiling to himself. "I'm so confident that it will be, I'm willing to place a wager." The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as you narrowed your gaze at him.

"A wager?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He had you.

Sherlock hummed as he sat back in his chair. "Intrested?"

You chew the inside if your lip as you thought about his offer. Your mother would be scolding you for even considering it, whereas your father would be patting you on the back proudly as he gave you pointers on how to win. "Very well..." You smiled at him and moved forwards. "What's your wager, Detective?"

Sherlock's smile widened. He sat up and leaned closer to you as he rested his right elbow on his knee. His eyes flicked down to your lips momentarily as you stared up at him, your eyes wide and bright with excitement. "If the information you have given does turn out to be anything but useful like you believe it to be, then I will purchase a bunch of flowers for every day it takes me to solve the case."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Detective, that could become quite costly for you." You teased making him chuckle.

"I'm prepared to pay whatever it costs." He smirked as he winked at you making you blush.

"And... hmm, if you're right?" You asked.

"You say yes." His smile softened as he took your left hand in his.

Your eyes widened, "Detective, what are you saying?"

Sherlock began grinning, "You'll have to wait until I've solved the case, my dear." He winked again before standing. "We best be returning you to your father, Miss Y/l/n."

[ithebookhoarder]

Marc and Steven with a Murdock? Like Daredevil?? If you want, of course ❤️🖤

The Moon Boys with a Murdock!Reader

A/N: Of course I want to! 😆 I'm only sorry it took me so long to answer this. However, I seem to be on a roll today - I can't believe I've got two requests out?! Like, who even am I?

Masterlist

As you said with a Murdock, I’m going with a sibling vibe here which would be pretty adorable anyway as Matt would be such a good brother if he’d ever had the chance.

He would be incredibly close with you and take his role as your protector as seriously as he takes his role as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

You’re the only one he lets know his true self as you’ve been through everything he has. You’ve shared the happiest and saddest moments of your lives together and the bond it forged is as strong as vibranium.

It holds you both together, not matter what you go through or where you end up - including when you both end up at colleges on opposite sides of the country. 

You’re extremely careful to never let him pull too far away from you, even when he gets in one of his moods. In fact, you’re sure to turn up and let yourself in to his apartment when he goes too quiet and even Foggy can’t seem to pull him out of the darkness that haunts him. 

It’s why you don’t run away when the Moon Boys come crashing in to your lives. The chaos that seems to follow them and their fears that they are too much for you is honestly familiar. Every attempt to push you away only makes you draw nearer - first as a friend, later as something more. 

You’d probably meet Moon Knight first around New York. I mean, it's kind of hard not to come across him, given what Matt does and how chaos seems to find its way into your lives.

He'd be the latest adoptee into the Defenders / New York 'Avengers reject club' (your name for the gang, not theirs...) so you'd quickly end up involved in each other's lives.

You'd bond pretty quickly, once you get to know one another without the personas and danger. After all, I think Steven would be eager to find friends who aren't necessarily supers and just like to drink coffee, read novels and go to the dog park at the weekend.

He'd be super keen to get to know you. You're one of the only people who get what their life is like, but also have a foot in the real world.

You'd win over Marc later on, wearing him down with your positivity and unwavering optimism (and also Steven will not shut up about you).

You're not afraid of the darker parts of their world, and become a much needed safe space for Marc, once he lets his guard down.

For instance, you'd be great at patching him up - having had enough practise on Matt over the years. You're also used to having someone nocturnal in the house, coming and going at all hours of the night. Plus, you can obviously be trusted to keep a secret or two.

If anything, Marc's only reluctant to let you get close to him as he doesn't want to taint you. To ruin something so bright and wonderful by dragging you into his darkness.

If Matt's ok with putting you in danger, then that's up to him as your brother. You're family. But for Marc and Steven to do that? It's a line they're unwilling to cross... until you prove to them you aren't going anywhere. That you can handle yourself and that you're already in this mess anyway, so why shouldn't you both be happy?

From that moment on, there's no looking back for any of you. You're leaping in to this together head first, and soon enough you can't imagine life any other way.

Matt, however, can.

Let's be real, he wouldn’t be the biggest fan of Steven and Marc. In fact, he’d be pretty against your relationship the minute he finds out about it. 

One, because he thinks no one is worthy of you.

Two, because he hates the idea of you getting hurt or being in danger and being in a relationship with multiple people who all serve an ancient Egyptian deity as his personal vigilante is the very definition of dangerous. 

"I... I can't even begin to understand how you could possibly think this is a good idea? At all? He - they - are literally the puppets of an Egyptian god - a GOD, Y/N. You don't want to get in the middle of all that?"

You quickly remind him how he gave a similar speech to Karen when he found out about her and Frank Castle seeing each other, and that didn't work. Last time you checked, they're still blissfully in love.

"Besides, Matthew! You're the one who goes running around at night, getting in fights, wearing a glorified halloween costume. Like, I am the SANE sibling here. ALSO! Marc and Steven were forced into their situation. They didn't go looking for it like a crazy nut job. So, yeah. I think if anything, you don't have a leg to stand on here!"

Matt would be able to sense who was fronting the moment they appeared. He’d be able to recognise them from the way their heart is beating and their mannerisms the second they stepped through the door, which is helpful but also incredibly unsettling. 

Steven would brush it off, seeing it as Matt just being a kind brother to you. However, I think Marc would have more of a problem with Matt’s hostility, and enhanced senses. It puts him on edge to know they are being so closely scrutinised. 

They also have the same temperament so I can imagine there will be more than a few clashes in the beginning, their similar brusque natures making it hard for them to not bump heads. 

However, after Matt learns about Marc’s DID and his childhood trauma I think he’d be more sympathetic. After all, you both didn’t have the easiest childhood either. 

He also knows what it’s like to live with a condition that can make your life harder but also makes you unique. 

According to the comics, both of them are known to be good detectives and also keen boxers. I can totally see them building a reluctant respect for one another after they realise they have more in common than just their love for you. 

In fact, I know you’d have to pull them out of the ring after Marc agrees to a sparring match with the famous ‘Devil’. The pair of them would get a weird pleasure from trying to beat the other to a pulp - they don’t often find someone evenly matched to have a friendly bout or two with. 

At least it would once again prove to Matt that your boys could definitely take care of you if you ever needed it. 

Matt would definitely be sure to offer his legal advice whenever he’s concerned you both might be skating on thin ice with the law. Apparently, ‘I’m being controlled by an Ancient Egyptian God’ hasn’t ever been tried as a legal defence in the American justice system before… and Matt is oddly willing to try it. 

[letsgetrowdy43]

Do “you don't have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.” with Adam Fantilli because I am in love with him

We don’t have to talk about it—

Au Masterlist!!

It had been a rough week, the first week back to university, and the absence of her brother and her boyfriend left her feeling much more lonely than anticipated.

Luca and Rutger had tried to ease the tension, inviting her out to welcome day parties and eating meals with her, even forcing her to spend the night at their house so she would have some familiar company, but nothing was working.

The parties were filled with happy couples, and the meals were shared over conversations about Adam and the hockey team, it was all a big reminder of the empty spots in her life that she felt extremely unprepared for.

The tears seemed never ending as Sunday night rolled around, classes started the next day, and she had pent-up stress that needed letting go of. She dropped her bag on her desk chair and cried and cried until her cheeks were itchy and covered in blotchy patches of irritated skin.

Adam's contact popped up on her phone as she blew her nose, a sad laugh leaving her lips at the awful timing of his nightly Facetime, she picked up the call and placed her phone propped up on the desk.

His face went from a smile to a look of confusion as the girl gave him a defeated grin, "you okay?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of his hotel bed as she shrugged, unable to form words at the fear of her voice breaking. "I've seen better days," she whispered, the silence that occupied the room took over her senses and out came a sniffle. Adam nodded slowly, wanting nothing more than to reach through the screen and wrap her up in his arms, wanting to console her, just to hold her and help her get out all the bottled-up emotions.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sunny thought about it for a second, knowing that if she voiced that it had to do with him and her brother, Adam would be beside himself and probably get in his car and drive down to cheer her up, cause he loved her just that much. "You don't have to tell me anything, we can just sit here," he laid back in his bed, watching as the tears in her eyes began again, the sweetness in his voice just pushing her over the edge.

'He is too good for this world' she thought to herself.

Sunny smiled at him for a second, watching as he got himself comfy under his duvet, "tell me about your day please," she mumbled with a soft smile as he grinned at her.

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[asimpwithfreetime]

Mr. Steal your girl (Tsu’tey x fem!reader / Jake Sully x Neytiri)

Summary: Tsu’tey tries to make Jake mad by dating his mate (He doesn’t know that you are not Jake’s human mate but his sister)

This fic is way looooonger than I expected.

Kind of a fluffy one-shot

Warnings: none I could think of.

Let’s pretend that Tsu’tey didn’t die, okay?

Also, I wrote this at 6 am in the morning and I have to wake up at seven, this might be the longest sleep deprived rant I’ve done.

English is not my first language

[ Reader’s POV ]

Jake has been acting strange since he became an avatar user, he barely sleeps o eats. He is always with Dr. Grace talking about Na’vis and their culture. I’ve also heard him talk about a woman, Neytiri I think.

Sometimes I wish I could go have adventures with him, running around Pandora freely. Not being small enough to be eaten by almost EVERYTHING.

Once the war with the sky people, no longer our workmates, started, I chose to fight on the side of the Na’vis, even though, none of them knew me.

I got injured during the battle. My brother, in his avatar form, picked me up, biding goodbye to his mate and bringing me back to our base to let Norm patch me up. I almost didn’t notice the freezing cold gaze that fell upon me.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

So the demon with a fake body already had a mate with the sky people. She looks extremely weak. And he just PICKED HER UP in such a loving and caring way!? In front of Neytiri, as if nothing was wrong.

I walked towards Neytiri, but she didn’t seem upset. Okay, I’ll need to figure this out.

[ Few days after ]

[ Y/n’ POV ]

I was almost cured enough to go outside again. Even if I needed an oxygen mask to breath outside, it felt so freeing to see Pandora.

I didn’t want to wait any longer, so when Jake and Norm were distracted, I went out, into the forest. At first, I felt lost, but soon I found my way around it. Nature was beautiful here and we had stopped its destruction.

Stepping though the forest, I found a small lake and I walked up to it to see my reflexion. Standing closely to it I could see myself, but when I looked closely I could see the tree branches. In one of them there was a Na’vi, his bow was prepared to shoot me and he didn’t seem very happy.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

I thought all humans were forced to leave the other day, except for some of Jakesully’s friends. I didn’t see any human women between them. I MUST kill her.

I followed her around the forest, I tried to be as silent as possible. She looked weak. Suddenly I remembered myself thinking the exact same thing. THIS IS JAKESULLY’S MATE. He didn’t show her to us because he wanted her all for himself while still having Neytiri. That bastard!

If I killed her, Jakesully would have to tell the truth right? Or maybe he would get so mad he would go back to his stupid dying planet.

I prepared my bow, pointing the arrow directly at her. She was so relaxed here, she wouldn’t expect this. But, she was looking into a lake, I couldn’t see it properly but I knew something was up when she tensed up. She turned around looking directly at me. For a split of a second I felt bad. I looked at her, her face soft and beautiful. Wait! Did I just though this human piece of meat was beautiful?

I tensed my bow a little bit more to scare her. She pulled her hands up in the air and said “Don’t kill me please!”. I thought about it. She was so weak she didn’t seem like a problem. But she was still Jakesully’s mate.

My mind raced, maybe Jake was being unfaithful to both of them and she wasn’t the one to fault. I brought my bow down and jumped from the tree. She was so small compared to me. From up close I could she her poor body shaking while she looked at me with a pleading look en her eyes.

When we were close enough I said, trying to sound strong even though my accent was not very good. “I am not going to kill you, sky demon”. She looked at me, still doubting it. I was about to tell her to go off to her base and never come back here, but an idea crossed my mind. What if I steal Jakesully’s mate?

Mine died, then her parents promised me Neytiri, I did like her, even though she wasn’t my real mate. Then Jakesully had to come and ruin it, once again sky people broke my chances of being happy. I almost died in the fight and lost all my privileges I would get for being the clan’s chief. I was degraded just for a sky demon in a Na’vi flesh disguise.

I waited for three and a half years, Jakesully did it in one week. I looked at her when my idea seemed perfect. If a human stole my Na’vi mate, a Na’vi will steal his human mate. Perfect.

Just as I was thinking that, a woodsprite fell onto her head. Was Eywa saying that I should do it? Was Ewya giving me back what’s fair?

I smiled mischievously. The woman looked terrified.

[ Y/n’s POV ]

He was smiling at me just right after he was aiming at me with a bow and arrow. “Are you okay?”

He seemed to snap out if his trance. He pulled his bow and arrow to his side, not shooting it. “Who are you? Why are you here? You weren’t with the scientists that would stay here” his words were accusing, but his accent was adorable, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself.

“I am Y/n. Y/n Sully” his face darkened at the saying of my surname.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

I knew she was his mate. Humans give each other their supernames? Subnames? Sournames? Whatever!

I knew she had to be with him.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

For the next couple of days, Tsu’tey began the Na’vi courting with Y/n. Sometimes she blushed at his advances, something that made him really proud. But other times she was oblivious to them.

Once he was close enough he kissed her, copying how Jake kissed Neytiri. Just with a smaller figure. He had taken off her mask for a second, kissing her roughly. She was red as a tomato.

Tsu’tey should admit that he began doing that to annoy Jakesully and to steal his mate as a revenge. But now he did want to steal her.

[ A month later or so ]

Tsu’tey felt nervous, he didn’t know how the mating would go as they would need help of the Tsa’hìk. He went to look for Jake. “Jake I am going to mate your human mate” he said, in English.

“Tsu’tey, brother, I think you might have messed up the sentence” Jake thought that the Na’vi had said something wrong because of the language.

He repeated the same words, now in Na’vi and Jake was as dumbfounded as before.

“Y/n, I am talking about Y/n” Tsu’tey explained. Jake started laughing. “What’s so funny? I courted her better than you could every imagine” Tsu’tey felt that laugh as a taunt to his pride.

“Y/n isn’t my mate” Jake hollered between laughs. “But she has your sourname!” Tsu’tey said.

“She is my sister!” Jake began laughing again. Tsu’tey felt his face loosing color. He looked dumbfounded. He still loved Y/n but now he felt like a fool.

[raparopa]

Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

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a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of ​​the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.