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[bnhascenario]

Hii! Can you do scenario of Katsuki and HIS crush (fem) who is scared of heights, accidentally jumps too high during one of the sports festival things, so he catches her. Thank you so mucchchchchchchchh

Don’t mention it!^^ I love this idea it’s so cute XDD I made it x reader, hope it’s okay^^

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“You dumbass—!!”

Your tightly sealed eyelids released, revealing the stunned (e/c)-coloured orbs widened with astonishment that it hid. All the fright and panic that had previously consumed your being now dissipated in that moment as you realised the identity of your savior.

The ends of his unique unruly hair that resembled the nature of his quirk faintly tickled your cheeks, the unexpected contrast of its soft texture surprising you greatly. As if in a trance, your gaze shifted to the familiar features that defined his visage; yeah, it really was him.

Of course, who else would it be?

Rough and brusque to a fault—sometimes even violent and ill-mannered, being ridiculously terrible at expressing himself; his more than unfriendly character was a well-known element to avoid even outside of their class.

But,

You knew he tried hard in his own way and always gave it his all no matter the situation, that he was simply exceptionally awful in conveying what he truly wanted to say.

He was aiming to become a hero too—the top one at that.

Your frame was no longer trembling, and the shaking in your knees had stopped as if it had never occured in the first place. It felt so natural, to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight embrace just as both your figures started to fall back down, descending obediently to the laws of gravity this world followed.

For once you didn’t feel scared or afraid to do so.

“Bakugo-Kun, I’m sorry!“

Your apology was sincere despite your incessant giggling—you hadn’t noticed the painful flush plastered over the boy’s complexion as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

“What’s the use of saying that now, stupid! And stop laughing!”

“Haha, I really am sorry! But more importantly,”

Everything felt so free and safe, like you could do anything and everything in this very moment.

Maybe you really could. With him.

The curve of your lips lifted even further, causing the shape of your eyes to crease along with such movement. Your own features blushed visibly, sharing the same shade as Bakugo, although you didn’t know why.

Was it the rush of adrenaline, or the wind maybe? Ah, you could have exerted yourself too much as well.

Either way, you could just think about the reason later.

“For saving me, thank you!”

~~~

“OHHHH—what a beautiful display of lllllllove!!! Eraserhead, what do you have to say about this uuuuunexpected turn of events by your students?!?!”

“I’ll expel them later.”

[cyberrose2001]

Under Pressure

MTMTE Rodimus x Reader

GRAHH SURPRISE!!!!

Relic and I have been... discussing... very hard about an ask they got a couple days ago so I wrote this eheh (THANK YOU FOR DISCUSSING THIS WITH ME AND LETTING ME WRITE THIS ILY)

Also please yell at me if I forgot any warnings!

Loosely based of this ask over on @callsign-relic's blog

Warnings: Human reader, Giant/Tiny, Dub-Con(?), Nocturnal emission, Crack fic(?)

Word count: 1,887

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Rodimus denies it every time, but he's a heavy sleeper. He snores like a congested rhino; he constantly sets twelve alarms that only barely stir him from his slumber. Despite being captain of the ship, his sleep schedule is far from tip-top shape.

And no, you're not a stalker. You're just Rodimus' observant little 'pet' human, always there, with a California king on his bedside dresser. Yeah, you're treated like royalty by an incredibly hard-to-deny hot alien robot.

So, as the ship ventured further into deep space and the nights got colder, you whined and begged to stay with him.

Rodimus was very hesitant to let you join him in the berth. As much as he cared about you and would kill an army for you, he didn't want to accidentally kill you, which was very much a possibility in any scenario on this ship. But he caved. You had mastered the sad, wet cat look, and Rodimus had the willpower of a rock.

Relishing in victory, you're curled up comfortably against Rodimus' lower plating for the third consecutive night in a row, warmed by the large servo of a sleeping giant. The entire palm of his hand covers your back in subconscious protection, and every so often, you feel a twitch of one digit. It's tranquility and a rare comfort, the touch of another you haven't felt since being on earth.

Until he rolls over.

Rodimus, choking on his snores, flips over onto his stomach and nearly tosses you off the berth if not for the grip he has on you. Despite almost winding you and making an audible 'Oof' sound, he doesn't wake up, his unconscious body assuming another comfortable position.

It takes you a few moments to register what the fuck just happened, but you realise that you're now underneath Rodimus. Almost his entire body weight is now pressed against you and pins you to the berth.

Oh god, you think to yourself.

This is less than ideal; this was not supposed to happen. How the hell are you, a tiny ass human, supposed to get out from under him? You probably shouldn't even be alive right now with how restricted your breathing is, not to mention how hard he flopped on top of you. But thankfully, with how Rodimus' legs have fallen into position, it leaves you with just enough room for your chest to rise and fall.

"God." You whine, muffled as your cheeks squish against his abdominal plating.

Your mind runs wild as you try to think of a way out. Maybe he'll just roll over again soon? God, you hope so; you can handle only so much weight, and Rodimus feels like he could hold down a cargo ship. Probably because he can.

But until then, however long that may be, you need to try something at least.

"Rodimus?" You try to wiggle but to no avail. He has you pinned pinned, and you use what little breath you have to yell out to him, "Hello? Are you awake or what?"

A loud, seemingly exaggerated snore replies to you. He's still deep in recharge, ruining any chance you have of waking him up yourself. You try to use your nails to scratch the surface of his frame, hoping it would tickle him or something, but that doesn't work either.

"Great." You roll your eyes, only you would ever end up in this type of situation. If only you had listened to Rodimus when he first said no, then you wouldn't be currently experiencing a near death experi-

"Y/n..." Rodimus' hoarse voice crackles above you, sending vibrations through your bones.

"Oh, thank god," You sigh in relief. You attempt to wiggle around some more, hoping to get his attention this time, "Listen, can you get off me now? This kinda hur-"

You squeak softly in pain as his sharp pelvis presses against you, and you hear your name again. This time, though, the tone of his voice came out as a whine, like a soft plea.

Because of where you were positioned before you became a pea under a princess' tower of mattresses, Rodimus' lower panels rested right against your stomach. This means you can feel his panels start to bulge slightly.

Oh no, you think to yourself bleakly once again. You're not sure how similar Cybertronian anatomy is to humans, apart from a crude explanation by an engex drunk Swerve. Still, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're feeling him getting hard. Putting two-and-two together using two out of the five senses, you've realised that Rodimus is nearly boner deep in a wet dream.

And not to assume, but you're thinking that the star of the show is you.

It's also the wrong time to cackle to yourself about getting crushed by your crush.

You might have some issues to work out after with Rung.

"Oh fuck," You reasonably panic, trying to push against his heavy frame weakly with your pinned arms, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

You start to thrash against Rodimus when your arms fail, your tiny body rubbing up against him. This doesn't help at all, you've come to realise but actually digs you in a deeper hole as he begins to rock his pelvis into you.

Rodimus moans your name again as he sleepily grinds against you. Whatever he's dreaming of, it must be an insanely hot pornographic fantasy of you. The bulge grows bigger, pining you down further into the berth. He shutters and lets out a soft groan before his plating shifts, and you feel a very thick, very hard, and very hot object slide up against you.

Oh god, it's his dick.

Swerve might not have told you all the details, but he seemed to conveniently leave out how fucking huge Cybertronian cocks are.

As if you thought this couldn't get any more debilitating, you now have the head of Rodimus' spike pressing against your face. It's as if the Alaskan bull worm had slithered up between yourself and Rodimus to give you a kiss. The behemoth of baggage has already started leaking what you would believe would be the Cybertronian equivalent to pre-cum, smearing all across your face.

At this significant turn of events, you've realised you have come to a crossroads.

Either struggle and continue to wiggle and wrangle your way out from under him, but risk pleasuring him, whether or not he could feel you squirming against him anyway with how small you are compared to it. Or, the more realistic and obtainable outcome, lie still and take it until he wakes up from an orgasm.

Who are you kidding? You don't have much of a choice at all. Both options risk you drowning in alien robot cum. It's wishful thinking as Rodimus starts to rut against your entire body again.

"Y/n..." He whimpers again, though very garbled and unintelligible. Every roll of his hips causes more pre-cum to dribble against your face and down your chest, and with each, it spreads all around in between yourself and his train-sized spike. Making an absolute mess of you.

If you weren't getting humped up against right now, you would indeed find a way to kill him for ruining your only set of pajamas.

"Rodimus-" You gag as a spurt of pre-cum falls into your mouth, "Guh- Rodimus stop-"

His work of venting increases, and so does his rutting. The comatose mech gasps and hitches his breath, oblivious to your cries and pleas for him to stop. He pushes up against you in heated desperation, fucking into your soft body like a grind pad.

"Rodimus! Wake the fuck up!" You start to heat up yourself; the increased pressure and friction of his plating will give you a fucked up version of carpet burn if he doesn't wake up. Sweat drips from your skin, adding even more lubricant to his incessant grinding.

"Wha- Oh, Primus!" Rodimus rears his drool-covered helm and cries out in equal confusion and unrestrained pleasure. He's woken up by his overload as he shoots his load up against you, flooding the minimal empty space left between you both with hot transfluid.

"Oh god-" You couldn't close your mouth in time when a spurt of transfluid hit you in the face, causing you to cough and spit it back out, only for more to splat you in the face.

Rodimus moans tiredly, shuttering violently as his spike pulses and leaks the remainder of his overload against the berth.

Or what he thought was the berth. Since when did he use a self-service mod on his spike? Especially when he shares a room with-

"Hey!" Cough, "Are you done?"

His optics slam open in horrific realisation.

"Oh no," Rodimus rolls over onto his back, his softened wet spike flopping against his abdominal plating, "Oh no, no, no..."

He looks down where he once lay, and his face plates flush a bright blue. Laying in a puddle of his transfluids was you, his little human, sopping wet with a highly unimpressed look on your tiny face.

"Oh Primus, Y/n," Rodimus scoops you up in his servos, gently tossing you from hand to hand as he wrings them off his transfluids, "I am so sorry, I- frag what was I thinking!" Rodimus babbles and holds you to his face, "Are you okay? God, I'm so stupid-"

"Ughh," You lay limply in his palm, exhausted and out of breath, "After that... I don't know anymore."

Rodimus hides his blush with a servo before pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm glad you're okay, but what were you doing down there?"

"Great question," You lift your head up to deadpan him, then eventually drag yourself to sit up. Sticky, pink transfluid drips down your body. Your face, and hair, are all drenched in him, "It's not like you rolled over in your sleep and had me pinned for nearly half an hour. What the hell?"

Rodimus blinks, and his face turns a deeper shade of blue as he rubs the back of his neck, "Oh, so that's why I had that dream about you..."

Is he serious right now?

"Oh, you think?" You wipe your lip when it starts to drip into your mouth, "I think I could tell when you started moaning my name in your sleep."

"Well, you're just so tiny and soft and-" The red and yellow mech bites the knuckles of the servo not holding you in embarrassment. "But what was I supposed to do, huh? Hold it in?"

God, he is.

"I'm literally gonna kill you, Rodimus." You shiver, his transfluids cooling against your skin. You can't believe he dares to look you in the eye, "I am never begging to nap with you ever again, or maybe at least warn me next time."

"No offense taken," Rodimus nods in agreement for once, watching you wring your hair out, "I'm sorry, Y/n, I really am. I can help clean you up? As a sincere apology from yours truly?"

"As long as I don't come into contact with more of this stuff," You flick a bead of transfluid off your finger into his direction, "And you better be sorry, or it'll be a long time before I might actually let you fuck me."

"Wait, you'll what-" Splat, "EWUGH!!"

[kusakiguzen]

Yandere Knight Akaashi Kenji x Isekai!MaidReader

(Credits to the owner i just yoinked it from pintrest)

English is not my first language

A/N: Hiiii I'm finally done. Its vauge but i promise it'll make sense in part 2. Hope you enjoy reading as much as i loved writing it. One more thing. DO YOU WANT AN OPEN OR CLOSED ENDING??

THIS IS MY STORY DO NOT REPOST (REBLOG IS FINE). DO NOT COPY OR STEAL. CREDIT TO THE ARTIST FOR THE IMAGE.

(orange=You, blue= Akaashi, purple=Head maid, green= extra, pink=Saintess)

Y/N L/N, was a 25 year old collage student who was persuing her dream of getting a medical degree and become a successful doctor/surgeon. With great knowledge in Medicines and great interest in Herbology, studied really hard to be at her top of her class.

But she had great love for anime and otome games, her personal favorite anime was 'Haikyuu' a sports anime. She was obsessed with it, and when she found out that there was going to be an Otome game releasing featuring the main cast of the Haikyuu, She was sold.

The first otome game, that she played about Haikyuu was feturing the story line with MC being an extra manager of karasuno 'VLB CLUB', and then many other otome games started to gain popularity.

One day she decided to scoure the Internet to find a unique Haikyuu tome game that didn't make the MC a manager of any team.

She found it. It was called " Lovers Call For Help". It featured the ain haikyuu cast in a historical era. It also had side stories and everything.

She decided to read the side stories first. After reading them. she started the game. The MC was an isekai/reincarnated Saintess, who was there to heal and get rid of the demonic monsters.

Typical cliche. she completed it in one sitting but also became sleep deprived. After the game ended it asked for her name again, Y/N wrote down hwer OC name again, but it said incorrect. And then asked her for her REAL NAME.

This caused Y/N to be confused but she remembered about the policy terms so she typed her real name 'Y/N L/N'. Then the screen showed 'THE END' and said "THANK YOU FOR PLAYING Y/N L/N". which she found creepy but also she was too sleepy to think straight.

She soon fell asleep with her phone, when the screen suddenly turned ON and on the screen displayed

'YOU ARE IT'

Y/N woke up to he name being called.

Miss Y/N are you listening? Said the head maid

HUh?.... What? said Y/N in confusion displayed on her face

You must sign th--- Are you feeling okay Miss Y/N? You suddenly look pale... The head maid asked with concern.

I-- i where- ? At this point there were millions of thoughts going through her head. Where was she? How did this old women know her name? Why does she look so mch like the character from the game she played? Is she dead? is this women someone who will measure her good and bad deeds? All these thoughts were interupted by the same voice again laced with concern.

It is alright if you would like to continue this tomorrow..

Yes that would be much appreciated.. Thank you Miss uhm

Beatrice, Beatrice Graves

Ah yes Thank You Miss Graves. I will be contacting you soon.

With that Y/N gave her a bow and ran out the door holding her mouth to prevent herself from puking.

On her sprint towards the bathroom she colided with what felt like a wall. She looked up to see him Akaashi Kenji

No no no no no NO NO NO. Why why why why why WHY WHY WHY!! WHY IS HE HERE????

Excuse me I must hurry. She ran towards the bathroom without looking back leaving a confused Akashi behind.

Y/N ran for her life to get somewhere she could breathe without hyperventilating.

Unable to find a bathroom, she finally found a lake and finally vomitted near a tree, after she was done, she covered it with some dirt because it was unhygenic to leave it that way.

She went to clean her mouth in the Lake but noticed her appearance. She looked prettier, her dark circles were gone, her skin was glowing and overall She looked healthy. Apart from that she also noticed she looked slightly animated.

'is this really me ' She thought while touching her face . suddenly she got a headache a really painful one & memories started pouring in, memories that were not her's.They were the memories of the owner of the body.

Y/N L/N daughter of a fallen Noble, The downfall was caused by her father's and brother-in-law's gambling addiction which her mother and sister refused to do anything about. when it came time to pay the piling debts, they couldn't and begged Y/N for help.

Being a pushover She agreed and decided to get a job as a maid.she worked for a Count namely Count Octavious , but after a lot of pestering from her family about her "Not giving them enough money" She decided to work at the palace. She passed all the tests to work in the palace All she had to do was write & sign a contract. which is when she (Y/N) Got reincarnated.

WOW ! What Shitty family i'll have to support ' She though while clutching her head while groaning in pain and using another tree as support.

She finally noticed the small bag near her which looked suspiciously similar to her own bag in her Real world. She reached out with shaky hands and realised, it was her bag, It had her Journals, Tablet and her basic necessities, Basically everything she carries to her collage.

Damn there is no way! She erupted in a phsycotic laughter realising this was not dream. You might ask what made her come to this conclusion? Its because there was a card.... A card that said "Welcome To Lover's Call For Help, We the authors Hope you will enjoy this, Please play as you please. Thank you"

After she read it it disappeared into some glowing particles.....

With that she decided to survive, not submissively like the manhwa and shit she read.. by faking herself .... No she'll live and make sure to enjoy every second of it.

Akaashi Kenji, The Captain of the Royal Guard, The Emperor's Right Hand Man and most of all The Heir Of the Akaashi Dukedom. He was a clam and collected man with a pinch of humor and sassiness, complete opposite of the Emperor Bokuto Koutaro, who was a Hyper and simple minded man. Bokuto was always kept in check by Akaashi due to his habit of making impulse decision.

Today he was tasked (more like forced) to meet the qualified applicants of people who are going to be maids in the palace. Now you might be wondering 'why there are tests to become a maid?' There aren't if you want to become a normal maid but for a higher position, you need higher qualifications. Especially in the Royal Palace.

Just as he was on his way to the Head Maid's Office, He bumped into a girl who looked extremly pale. She looked at him and looked absolutely terrified as if he wasn't supposed to be there. She Excused herself leaving Akaashi confused. He shrugged and continued his way to the Office.

He reached the office and knocked and heard a soft "Come in'

Ahh Sir Akaashi, Right on time. Said Beatrice

Madame Graves,... is the list ready? Asked Akaashi

Yes! We have some promising people this year, one of them in particular, but she felt sick so she will sign the contract tomorrow. told Beatrice.

I see.. That is great news.

Yes it is indeed.

I will see you later then Madame. I hope you have a pleasant evening. He said with a small smile

I hope for your day to be magnificent as well Sir Akaashi. She said with a bow

Y/N did go back to sign the contract but she did add her own conditions since it was allowed. Her conditions were

The abilty to refuse: If a noble takes interest in the employee but the employee is uncomfortable with the advances, she is allowed to refuse such advances without conseqences.

Protection guaranteed: The employee will not take any orders that may endanger the employee's life without conseqences.

Guaranteed vacation days: Employee must be given atleast 4-6 days of paid vacation. it can be saved and used in bulks.

Direct handing over the payment: The employee will be given the payment directly no matter. If Anyone claim to collect it for the employee, it is false unless the employee themself confirm with the Employer (In this case Madame Beatrice Graves).

If any of the above condition are to be broken the contract will be terminated immediatly with fine of 25 gold.

Are these terms satisfying for you Madame? said Y/N

Yes, You are quite clever. No one has ever used the blank space given for the employee's conditions. Said the Beatrice amused.

Well it is for our use isn't it Madame?. Said Y/N with a chuckle.

It is. You will be starting tomorrow then Ms L/N.

Please call me Y/n Madame, and yes.

I hope you have a pleasant afternoon. And you may get comfortable in the dormatories.

I hope your afternoon is pleasant as well. And I will. Y/N said excusing herself with a bow.

Two Years later. ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

It had been two years since Y/N got reincarnated and started working as a maid. A lot of things happened, the main thing was Y/N cutting of her family. Her family did take her to court on the 'oral Contract' of her promising to pay off all their debts. That's where she decided to fight back, which was surprising for her family. She used their own words against them by telling the judge "I only promised to pay the debts and i have paid them enough money to pay it off, your honor". she showed the proof as well. Her family tried to justify that they have to eat and drink as well but it was shut down. She also showed the law that stated that she was not obligated to support their reckless activity. No matter what her family tried, they were unable to win.

The second was that, She Got Promoted!!! Why u might ask? due to her knowledge from her original world, of being a doctor and kind of an herbologist. Which meant more money!! She Already planned to leave once she had enough money to retire from being a maid and opening a small clinic in the village near her house. With the promotion, she brought a small cottage in a desolated area on the mountains near the woods. It did cost her a year worth of her salary but... its worth it.

The Game would begin in about a month, so all she had to do was live.... SURVIVE the war of love... Orrrr she could just quit today. I mean she has enough money to live modestly sooo. Naahhhhh, who lives modestly when they can live lavishly. So she decided to stay. Just till the story starts.

A secrete between you and me... She liked Akaashi. Not like, she Loved him. In the game Akaashi was the epitome of a green flag and the softest yandere. She really hoped that Akaashi got his ending, A Happy Ending and not the cliche ending of " PrOtEcTiNg ThE FeMaLe LeAd FrOm ThE ShAdOw". She pitied the poor man, but wasn't interested in risking her life for some character, even if she loved him . She started to stalk him during her free time, not full on yandere creepy stalker, but the little stalking everyone does to their crush. Since she knew how to draw, Y/N had a journal dedicated to him, which was quite expensive, since paper and ink are expensive in this time/game. also one of the reason she doesn't have enough money to leave but that's not important . In her defense she needs a souvenir. But she won't pursue him because she wants to escape Tacitly. But she didn't Notice her little hobby had already caught someone's attention.

Akaashi Kenji was used to Girls even women, following him around and giggling at his sight but it never fazed him. He Ignored them, Why? simply because he was not interested and he was too busy to give them time. But he was never rude to them, asking them to leave with a pleasant smile, he has a reputation to maintain.

He never noticed anyone special, well... not until he saw Y/N. She was average looking, does her job well, is educated which is verry uncommon. That never interested him, She was very average compared to the women whom he has seen in the Balls, hell even the maids working with her. But something........ something drew him to her. One day, during his regular petrol, he saw Y/N. But after she spoted him, She gave him a bow and left. A paper fell from her book, so he followed her to give it back. But he got curious and opened the page..... it was HIM.. Full of his drawing, very nicely drawn too.

This spiked his curiousity. He left the page under her rooms door and left. He asked the shadow knights to find out everything about her. He was surprised to find out that she worked there for years. Slowly this simple curiosity turned into a spiral of obsession.

A month passed and the Saintess arrived. Just as the prophecy stated, She fell from the sky. But something was off from Akaashi's point of view. She was already acting as if she was a higher status than any and everyone. Or is it just in his head,... Nevermind then, he was already busy with his duties. Coincidently he had to visit Beatrice (Head maid) for something, Also to catch a glimpse of Y/N but that's irrelevent.

Sir Akaashi, What brings you here?

The list Lady Graves... You forgot to send the list new recruits to my office...

Ahh my apologise, One of our maid is quiting hence it has been hectic.

Someone is quiting? That is a surprise.

Yes... that to a capable maid.

May i inquire who?

Y/N, Y/N L/N, She says she wants to open a small shop and live her life.

Y/N's Leaving....?

yes, and here you go

Thank y--

As Akaashi was about to thank Beatrice, he was interupted by a soft knock.

Who is it?

Its me Head Maid, Y/N. May i come in?

Her sweet voice. The voice that was melody to his ears. He signaled the head maid to invite her in.

May I help you Y/N?

Yes- oh Sir Akaashi... Good afternoon.

Good afternoon to you as well Y/N

Anyways, I'd like the conformation of my resignation?

Yes, it was approved, you may leave after 2 weeks.

I see Thank you. With a quick curtsy to both the head maid and Akaashi she left.

"HOW COULD YOU!! No HOW DARE YOU LEAVE? WHY ARE YOU LEAVING.....Please stay. Should I trap her? Break her legs? NO No no. I shouldn't think like this." these were the thoughts going through Akaashi's head while he made his way back to his office.

"That's right I could just ask her? Can't I? I do realise we aren't close but i assume it isn't a secrete. I'll ask her the coming week" He thought satisfied with a low hmm.

It hadn't even been 3 days after Akaashi found out that his love Y/N was leaving. He made his way to the maid's quarters, He noticed a commotion.

I saw her steal Your Holiness Please beleive me!! A maid was kneeling while pointing at Y/N who stood tall.

Now, Why would I need jewelry when I have enough money to afford about 20 of them? Y/N stated with an innocent look on her face (which got Akaashi Hard immediately)

Because you are jealous of Her Holiness, You said it your self!!.

'Bruh what a Headache' My dear I've already quit so what good will this cheapass Jewelry do for me? Bitch.

See Your Holiness, Even her mouth is foul.

Halt, Please Y/N where were you 3 days ago when the neckless went missing?

I was---

She was with me Your Holiness. Akaashi intervened speaking from the crowed

She was?

Yes I had bumped into her at the Head Maid's office. She was there to get her resignation.

I see this proves Miss Y/N Innocent

Thank you Your Holiness.

No problem, If i were you I'd be careful with my tongue.

Thank you for the advice, Y/N said with a smile

After that encounter, Akaashi went to Y/N to check up on her. If she was alright. then knowing she was fine, he asked her to walk with him. They shared pleasantries and, Akaashi finally asked why she was quiting. Her replay was the same but she also added " others were jealous and trying to sabotage me. Plus i hate getting involved in drama like the one today. I an see it happening again".

If I got rid of it will she stay? I should get rid of that damn maid. Akaashi thought. With that they said their good byes and parted ways

The Next day, body of the maid who had was found. She had committed suicide, it also had a note of confession saying how she plotted to frame Y/N because of how much everyone loved her.

A few days passed

And Akaashi was summoned to be a witness for what the Saintess was saying

The saintess claimed it was Y/N's fault she must be punished accordingly. Akaashi intervened asking what was Y/N's fault? The fact that she defended herself? her dignity? her life ahead? WHAT WAS THAT SHE DID WRONG??

The Saintess's claim was shut down after what Akaashi said, Since He was the most trusted.

Then came the day of Y/N's departure. No one except Akaashi was their to bid her farewell. But what he did surprised her. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips not a peck, But full make out session. Y/N started to feel dizzy and then suddenly lost conciousness.

She woke up in a lavish room. Decorated with golds and gems but no silver. She was told by Akaahi that she suddenly got fever between the kiss and he apologised for what he did. Y/N dismissed it and asked if she could leave. He told her that her fever was down but not gone, So she should stay till she recovers.

They started dating after Akaashi's heartfelt confession. And after that he just couldn't keep it in his pants.

But she only got progressively worse, her fever would come back anytime. She got weaker and paler ( paler as in weak as fuck not the skin color). But there came a point her health stopped deteriorating. This caused her to get suspicious. Why? Because Akaashi had proposed to her claiming to love her and she accepted.

Was Akaashi trying to kill her because she stood against the Saintess?

Soon she was able to fool one of the maids serving her to get her a silver jewelry and to her fear....... She was correct. The Silver turned black. How could she be So STUPID. He protected the FL from the shadows meaning killing without hesitation or remorse.

So she escaped... in the dead of night that very day. It was hard but she was able to reach the shore and catch the last ship and she finally escaped death..... or she thought.

On the other side, Akaashi was losing his mind... HOW DARE YOU!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!! HOW COULD YOU. HE TREATED YOU SOO WELL AND THIS IS WHAT HE GETS???!!

He finally saw the letter you left.

Dear Kenji, I do love you very much, but i know you love Aurelia (the saintess). Hence the reason for you poisoning me... I would have loved to spend my life with you but I'm afraid i won't be able to. I'll leave forever so that you won't have to worry about me hurting Aurelia. I hope You Will Be Happy

Your Lover Truly

Y/N L/N

What? What are you talking about? loving that bitch? who he was planning to kill? Did someone decive you? That's right someone must have lied to you..... You Still love him! You said it yourself....

Don't worry he'll find you an clear this misunderstanding.

I'm coming my dear....

A/N: FUCKING FINALLY.!!! I'm done!! I'll make a part two with the dark stuff and smut cuz i wanted to build a base for this story. Probably more than part 2.. Soo STAY TUNED

Hope You Enjoy!!

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[its-an-obsession]

Promises between Roommates

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Summary: You promised your best friends, Robin Buckley and Walter Miller, that you wouldn't fall for one of your roommates, but that promise has since been broken. You and Steve Harrington had been together for a few months and have surprisingly kept it a secret. However, as things progress, the two debate on confessing the truth to their roommates.

Notes:

Y/N/N - Your Nick Name

Walter is your other roommate!

Briefly based on New Girl, because why not?

Warnings:

Language

Sexual Innuendos

Slight smut (maybe??)

Steve Harrington x-reader

"Yellow or blue?" Robin held up each sweater. "Green," Y/N answered, not taking her attention away from her textbook. Robin's shoulders dropped. "You're not even looking," she said. Her arms lowered, still holding both sweaters. Y/N sighed and set her book to the side.

Robin thanked her friend and put the two sweaters beside her. She put each one in front of her. "Blue. It matches your eyes," Y/N said. "See, that's all I needed," Robin replied. She walked into her room to get changed, keeping the door open to still talk to her friend. "What're you even changing for?" Y/N shouted.

Robin stepped out of her room and untucked her hair from the collar. "I've got that band event this weekend," she answered, "And I'm trying to see which outfit I like best." Robin walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat.

She took out a bag of chips and joined her friend on the couch. Robin reached for the TV remote. "So, I was thinking," she shoved a handful of chips into her mouth, "We could stop by Hawkins High to watch them play this weekend." She wiped her hands on a napkin, gesturing the bag to Y/N.

The two of them shared the bag of chips. "Sounds like fun," Y/N said. "Cool. I'll ask the guys if they want to come," Robin put the bag on the coffee table. She turned on the TV to see if her favorite show was on, which was a stupid reality show.

"How can you watch this?" Y/N gestured to the screen. "This show is great. It's got romance, violence, and the occasional comedic bit," Robin explained, waving her hands around. Y/N ducked so Robin couldn't hit her in the face. "You forgot the hot babes part," Y/N winked.

This time, Robin hit Y/N in the face. "Hey! Let let me watch this girl fight," Walter said, opening the door to their apartment. Y/N pushed Robin's arm away from her face, ignoring the look on Robin's face. "Jar," Steve said, pointing to the glass jar on the shelf.

Walter looked at Steve, then to Robin and Y/N. "Two dollars this time," Y/N said. Walter rolled his eyes and dug his wallet out of his jean jacket. "Here. Two Washingtons," Walter said. "Add another 'Washington', big boy," Steve walked past Walter, patting him on the shoulder. Walter groaned.

Steve chuckled to himself and joined the girls on the couch. Instinctively, Steve put his arm over the back of the couch, using it as an excuse to sit closer to Y/N. Walter rolled his eyes and sat down on the recliner beside the leather sofa. "Oh, hot g-" Walter began. "No! Don't ruin this show for me," Robin said, preventing him from speaking.

Y/N snickered at Walter's expression. He yanked the blanket from the ground, grunting when the fleece got stuck at the edge of the recliner's leg rest. "Oh! I know that chick!" Walter pointed. "When're you going to stop calling girls 'chicks'?" Steve asked.

He quirked a brow when Walter struggled to think of an answer. Walter closed his mouth when he didn't speak. Y/N yawned, not hesitating to put her head on Steve's shoulder. He smiled to himself at her resting close to him.

Steve looked around the living room before discreetly kissing the top of Y/N's head. Y/N smiled when she felt Steve linger for a few seconds before leaning back with his arms still over the couch. The two of them had been secretly dating for about four months.

They were proud of themselves for keeping their relationship at a down low. However, sometimes it felt like they were living in hell because they couldn't display their affection out in the open. It was especially hell when their roommates would try to set them up on dates.

And sometimes, they'd go on those dates and would purposefully ruin them with comments or random stories. Y/N was hoping that Robin wouldn't notice anything since she was the one that created the rule: No dating roommates.

Whoever broke that rule wasn't something that Y/N and Steve thought of. Although, if someone was curious, it was both of them that broke the promise. As cliche as it sounds. There was a party, and some alcohol was involved, leading to a shared kiss and a night between Y/N and Steve.

Then that caused a few more excuses for hanging out individually, heading to one another rooms after everyone fell asleep, and any reason to touch each other. The more they did it, the more they became professionals.

"Okay, so Shelly fell in love with Ryan, but Ryan has a thing for Polly, Shelly's sister," Walter said.

He pointed at the TV, gesturing to each person. Robin nodded in response as she finished up the bag of chips from earlier. "Huh," Walter said, crossing his arms in thought. "I don't blame Shelly for falling for Ryan. Ryan is a hunk," Walter said.

They all turned to Walter as he looked at the reality show. Robin's mouth fell open. "What?" Walter said, "Shit. Is that another dollar?" She shook her head to prevent herself from laughing. "Nope. That's a dollar out of the douche jar," she said.

Robin reached over and took out a dollar from the jar. She throws it to Walter. He caught it with ease, stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans. "Do you have something you'd like to tells us, Walt?" Y/N said, her head still on Steve's shoulder. "What? No," Walter shook his head.

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(Later That Night)

Y/N sat beside Steve, her head lying on his chest as he ran a hand along her arm. They stared up at the ceiling with the slight hum from Steve's radio. It was about twelve-thirty in the morning, and Y/N had just snuck into Steve's room after Walter and Robin fell asleep.

This had become a normal occurance between the two of them. They had ran their plan at telling their friends over and over again, but there always seemed to be a flaw in their plans. It mainly started with Steve explaining to Walter that he found a girl and then confessing that it was Y/N.

Then, Y/N would do the same thing, telling Robin that she found someone, stating that it was Steve. It didn't seem like the worst idea, but they'd always think of something wrong. "What if we did, like, an extravagant proposal thing?" Steve suggested. Y/N furrowed her brows.

She sat up with her arms propping herself up. Steve smirked as she practically leaned over him. "How would that work? I mean, if you want something extravagant, we could just go up to them and say: Hey, we're dating. And we're going to stay dating, no matter what," I said.

He reached up and kissed Y/N deeply, putting his arms around her to bring her to his lap. "I don't hate the sound of that," Steve said. Y/N chuckled, her legs wrapped around his waist. Steve's smile grew at the sound of Y/N's laugh. He gazed at his girlfriend in admiration.

"I don't know how much I've expressed this, but it's literal hell when I can't kiss you or touch you in any way in public," Steve said. "You've mentioned it a few times," Y/N smirked. Steve leaned forward, kissing her intently.

She smiled into the kiss and couldn't help but gasp in surprise when Steve hovered over her. "I care about you so much," Steve said, breaking in between words to kiss her. She felt goosebumps rise when Steve's hands wandered. Y/N set a hand on Steve's when he went to undo the buttons of her cardigan.

He stopped kissing her, looking Y/N in the eyes. "They're in the rooms next door if you forgot," Y/N said. "I'll be quiet," he claimed, undoing the bottom button of the knitted cardigan. "Steve Harrington, you're never quiet," Y/N spoke, her voice in a partial whisper.

Steve didn't even try to keep himself from smiling, just enjoying the moment he was having. "I'll be quiet this time," Steve insisted. Y/N rolled her eyes, swiftly taking her cardigan off despite the buttons still secured together. "First one to make a noise loses," Steve said. "Okay, that's not fair," Y/N replied, shivering when Steve attacked her neck with kisses.

__________

(The Next Day)

Robin had been asking Y/N who the new guy was all morning. Y/N had told her that she had been on a date a few times, which was obviously Steve. Robin sat on Y/N's bed, flipping through a magazine that she had stolen from Y/N. "So, when can we meet him?" Robin asked.

Y/N shook her head and looked back at Robin, turning around in her desk chair. "I'm not telling you," Y/N said. She stood up from the chair to grab a sweatshirt. Steve had left a few marks on Y/N's neck. She was trying to cover it up a little bit because she knew Walter would make some comment.

"Why not? From what you've said, he sounds attractive. For you, not for me," Robin said. Y/N tilted her head at Robin's statement. Oh, if Robin only knew that she just blindly called Steve attractive, she'd barf. "We're just not at the level yet," Y/N answered.

Which wasn't a total lie. Steve and Y/N had planned on telling their roommates that day but were still hesitant about the whole thing. "Okay, but when you do. Walter, Steve, and I better be the first people you introduce," Robin said, "I seem to have an accurate red flag radar."

Robin went back to reading the magazine, flipping the corner on some pages to save her spot. "Actually, do Walter and Steve even know that you've started to date someone?" Robin looked up from the page. Y/N shook her head and sat back down at her desk. "Steve does. And, I tend to keep Walter out of the blue," she said, "You know how he gets when I talk about my love life."

Robin chuckled to herself, nodding alone. Walter was infamous for making any sex joke he could. This is why Robin, Steve, and Y/N had established the 'douche jar'. If he said anything remotely close to sex or something shitty, he had to put in any amount of money his friends told him to.

It has become a running joke between them. Sometimes, it felt like Walter was just doing it so he could say a joke that had been marinating in his head. "Speaking of Walter, I feel like we need to get a second douche jar. The first one is starting to overfill," Robin commented. Y/N nodded as she chuckled.

Steve walked over to Y/N's bedroom and lightly knocked on the doorframe. Y/N broke her focus from her book to look at him. She smiled at the sight of his grin. "Robs, can I talk to Y/N for a minute?" he asked. "Sure thing," Robin replied. She stood up from the bed, patting Steve's shoulder as she left the room.

Steve closed the door and sat down on Y/N's bed. "What's up, Steve?" Y/N asked. Steve leaned forward and dragged her to him as she sat on the office chair. "Hi," he said, his face close to hers. "Hi," Y/N repeated. Steve kissed her lips before leaning back, his hands still sitting on her knees.

"Did you just come in here to kiss me, or did you need something?" Y/N asked. Steve sighed and lightly pushed Y/N back to the desk. Y/N rolled her eyes as the back of the chair hit the edge of the desk. She joined Steve on the bed. "So, I-" he stopped himself when he saw the poorly covered hickies.

He ran a hand over the side of Y/N's neck. Y/N grabbed his wrist, lowering his arm so she could hold his hand. "If you're here to make a horrible pickup line, I'm gonna have to ask you to add to the jar," Y/N said, not bothering to cover up her smirk.

_______

(Later That Day)

It was Walter's turn to make dinner, but Robin insisted that she help him, given his inability to keep the kitchen together. Y/N sat comfortably in the living room, watching TV and listening to her friends argue.

"Are you two done?" Y/N looked over the back of the couch, "Because I feel like all I'm hearing is Robin spewing things about Walter's poor measurement skills. And Walter stating how controllable Robin is."

Walter threw a dish towel at Y/N, hitting her on the back of the head. "Ow, that hurt so much," Y/N joked, eating a laugh from Robin. Steve walked into the apartment after finishing up a long shift from work. He winked at Y/N as he spotted her sitting on the couch.

He hated not being able to kiss her on the forehead after coming home. It was something he looked forward to when Robin or Walter weren't home. Y/N got up from the couch to greet Steve at the door. She quickly kissed him on the cheek, thanking the wall for partially blocking them.

Steve leaned in for another kiss but was rudely interrupted when Walter peeked his head over the wall. "Stevo, dude! How was work?" he cheered, his arms going out. Steve squeezed Y/N's shoulder before walking into the kitchen. Y/N followed pursuit, wiping away the shade of pink that appeared on her cheeks.

"Good," Steve answered. He set his wallet and keys on the counter. Robin took Walter by the shoulder and pushed him towards the sink, pointing at the dirty dishes. "I thought Walter was making dinner," Steve said. "He's supposed to, but not surprisingly, Robin stepped in to help," Y/N responded, joining his side.

A few more minutes passed, and dinner was finally ready. The four of them ate in the living room despite there being a full dining table. As usual, Steve sat in the middle of Y/N and Robin while Walter was in his favorite chair in the house.

Y/N finished up her meal and grabbed everyone's plates to put them into the dishwasher. Steve got up to help her. "Hey," Steve set a hand on her waist.

"You ready?" he asked. He looked over his shoulder to find Walter talking about some girl he met at the store today. Y/N nodded and dropped the sponge. After cleaning the kitchen, Steve and Y/N walked back over to the leather sofa. Robin had turned on the reality show she loved.

Walter had grown to like it and even asked her to turn it on. Steve nudged Y/N's shoulder, letting her know that he would initiate the conversation. "So, Y/N, how's that guy you're seeing?" Steve asked, taking a sip of his drink to hide his smile. Walter's head swiveled to Y/N at the sound of Steve's statement.

"He's good. We're doing great," she answered, "I'm actually seeing him tonight." Steve nodded, ignoring Walter's expression. Robin sat to the left of Y/N with a smile on her face. "What's his name?" Walter asked, leaning forwards. He rested his chin on his hands.

He grinned at her, trying to pry more information out of Y/N. "Steve," Y/N answered. Walter's face contorted in confusion, but Robin immediately connected the dots. She sat upright to face Steve and Y/N, who sat beside her. Walter glanced between the three, slowly understanding why Robin had acted like that.

"Holy shit. You two are dating?" Walter said. He pointed to Y/N and Steve. He began laughing uncontrollably, mainly laughing at the sight of Robin. "You're telling me that I called Steve attractive earlier?" she said. Her face suddenly changed to a look of disgust. She covered her mouth. "I'm gonna puke," she said.

"Okay! I'm not that bad-looking," Steve replied, putting his hands up in the air. Robin stood up from the couch with her hands on her hips. "You two promised. You promised that you wouldn't date!" Robin exclaimed. "Well, in their defense, I did date Cece for a bit until she moved out last month," Walter said.

Robin whipped her head to Walter, even more, bewildered than a second ago. "Were you the reason why she moved out?" she said. "Maybe, maybe not," Walter shrugged. He leaned back with his hands resting behind his head. "More on that later," Robin said. She pointed a finger at him before turning back to Y/N and Steve.

The longer she looked at them, the more she realized how much Y/N cared for Steve. Robin remembered how happy Y/N looked when she talked about Steve. And she remembered how happy Steve looked when he spoke to Y/N or helped her out. Robin suddenly felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.

"Uh oh. What's that expression on your face? I don't like it," Y/N said, grimacing at the look on her friend's face. Robin let out a heavy sigh and pinched the area between her brows. She sat back down, putting a hand on Y/N's knee. "I'm okay with it," she said.

Both Y/N and Steve were surprised by the sudden response. They didn't think they'd ever get that type of reaction. Especially since the three of them have known one another since high school. But! If we're being honest, Y/N and Steve have always had feelings for one another.

It just took living with each other to realize how much they cared for one another. "You two seem grossly cute. And no matter how much it freaks me out, I can see how happy you make each other," Robin expressed. "Good. Because I was gonna date her regardless of what you said," Steve said. He put an arm around Y/N's shoulders, bringing her to his chest.

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[tlonista]

Uranium Angel [Nine Inch Nails/Year Zero]: Chapter 2

The I hope I would not fucking say that in my I Can't Believe It's Not Trent Reznor x reader evangelical nightmare fic intensifies, and "Happiness In Slavery" has entered the chat.

You aren’t calibrating yourself into the form that will make him happy, aren’t watching him watch you. Your body burns as you drink in the raw sensation of his skin and his teeth and his tongue, wanting to savage him, to cage him in you. You want to be the machine that takes him apart, all hot metal and precision death. Why have you never wondered what the machine feels?

On AO3, heed mild content warnings.

[rabbit-flaying]

Now, I'm aromantic so I don't really have stakes in this. But does it bother anyone else that x-reader fanfiction always says y/n instead of you?

Example: "Y/n walks down the stairs."

As opposed to: "You walk down the stairs."

It's like the writers don't understand what second person perspective is. I couldn't read a x-reader fanfiction for this reason. It's too immersion breaking. But at this point it's a staple of the genre.

The problem of not knowing your reader's name would be easily solved by referring to them in the second person.

[inmate1027548639]

One Piece Boyfriend Scenarios - When You First Meet and Quotes (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/488416378-one-piece-boyfriend-scenarios-when-you-first-meet?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Animegirl2714&wp_originator=P8ABEEstm2yQ1ZXk8MsR4JJVhoCehgSo0TibW1oOnAfnsKef3nrTsRKJKKaLQcURBoTj6sCDE08rfvoE3WC9vBnzQyD762ZWUeD3FpC07eUlYnJRpKIaIjbus7aptHYa Modern AU. Just cause. People included: Luffy Zoro Sanji Usopp Franky Law Kid Sabo Ace Shanks Buggy Smoker Coby Cavendish Bartolomeo Mihawk

[husbandjoel]

tower fics are so back baby

[natti-ice]

[cyberrose2001]

Can we pretty please have some angsty fluff?

Maybe Optimus Prime from TFP returning to Earth because he missed his s/o. (Let's pretend RID never existed. Please.) Maybe he left on a bad note and they told him that they'd never forgive him. And once he's back, she's completely ignoring him and she's trying her best to avoid him at all costs

You can choose what to do in the end. I want to see your mind wander :DD

Unforgiven Goodbyes

TFP Optimus x human! gn! reader

whoops

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury/blood, mental struggles, just straight-up angst.

Word count: 2,475

You're pissed off. No, you're more than pissed off. A tangle of emotions that would take a lifetime to detangle in your mind. You are pissed off, heartbroken, angry, yet excruciatingly relieved to see him.

But you can't bring yourself to face him again. That beautiful, other-worldly sculpted face seems to torment you whenever you close your eyes. That moment when he looked back at you before he plunged himself into the Well of Allsparks, the look of apologetic heroicness. It burned into your brain and left a nasty scab that you can't help but pick at. But the scar has healed. You've disciplined yourself to stop scratching it, but watching him walk through the hangar doors ripped it open once again.

You've distracted yourself as much as you can. Doing pointless chores around the new base the bots have made themselves at home with, going for long walks outside by yourself, hiding around every corner when you hear that rumbling voice. You tried everything to keep the wound closed, to pretend that he's still dead, to justify all the mourning you've gone through all these years.

Another reason not to face him was how you reacted when he told you his plan. You were the first to know, and you've never felt your heart sink so fast. It was like he had struck a dagger to your stomach and kissed you as you were bleeding out. You had exploded with anger you couldn't control and stormed out before he could do anything about it. You screamed at him as he collapsed onto his knees that you would never forgive him, and so far, you've kept that promise. The next time you saw him was before he made his great sacrifice, and you had nothing else to say to him. You couldn't say anything else.

And you won't for a long time, not when you have headphones on to block out the world. You stand at the sink in the human kitchen. It's semi-exposed to the main base, with a half-wall shielding the stove and sink. You're not sure why it's exposed; it must be concerning the lack of rooms in this old military bunker. You don't care anyway. You only care about scrubbing the dishes beyond clean and slamming them onto the drying rack before you break the delicate ceramic plates from gripping them too hard.

While cleaning the dishes, you don't realise how much of a racket you're making with your music blasting and capture the attention of the one bot you were trying to avoid.

Optimus.

He looks at you curiously, a hint of longing in his optics. Optimus knows you're avoiding him, and it's so blatantly obvious that everyone notices, too, creating tension through the base you could cut with a sharp enough knife. He wants to talk to you. He needs to talk to you. And so far, this is the only opportunity he's stumbled upon that could make it possible. Though, he doesn't want to frighten you and scare you away. He needs to be gentle and cautious in his actions, but it's difficult when you can't hear or see him.

Optimus reaches out, his servo twitching at how gentle he's trying to be. He touches your shoulder with a single digit but retracts his servo quickly when you jump out of your skin and drop a plate on the floor, shattering the ceramic in all different directions.

You scream then seethe, ripping your headphones off to face whoever dares to lay a finger on you, "Why the fuck would you-"

Frozen in your tracks, you stare at Optimus, the longest you've looked at him in a long time. Your heart snaps in two again, and the wound in your mind festers with flashbacks before you try to make a run for it. You don't get far, though, before you step on a piece of broken ceramic and cry out in pain.

"Ah!" You fall back on the ground, clutching your lower leg, "Fuck it-"

"Y/n, I am so sorr-"

"N-No!" You practically spit in his face. You let go of your leg and scramble backwards into a corner. With nowhere else to go, you turn to face him again and watch how his grip tightens on the railing before him. If looks could kill, Optimus would still be dead. Maybe you secretly hoped it was possible, "Get away from me."

"Please, you're hurt," Optimus looks down at your bare foot, now bleeding heavily onto the floor from a deep gash.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, not giving a damn that you're bleeding. You've been through worse, after all, "Oh, so now you care?"

Optimus tilts his helm, "What? I have always cared-"

"Oh really? You're really going to do this, Optimus?" You growl, grabbing the bench above you to pull yourself up, "You didn't seem to care about me when you sacrificed yourself! No, scratch that," You point a bloody finger at him, "When you fucking abandoned me!"

Optimus's shoulders sink, his grip on the railing relaxing as he feels like you've plunged a knife into him, "I did not-" He sighs heavily, like he cannot find the words, "Please... let us get you to Ratchet."

"I don't need his or- or your help," You hobble on one foot, hissing in pain as you make your way to anywhere else on the planet. The blood smears on the floor with every misguided step as you pass by him with a cold shoulder, "I've managed just fine on my own, Prime." You sneer at him.

Optimus watches you hop down the stairs, and he slumps his frame down on the railing. His vocaliser rumbles with regret and pain at how you're treating him. And it's not like he can blame you. Optimus would probably be stricken with the same grief if a lover of his decided to sacrifice themselves; he'd be absolutely distraught. And all that distraught just for them to return like it was a mere week-long vacation? Well, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He thought you would be overjoyed and run up to him with that beautiful smile on your lips, perhaps even beg for one of those joyrides he always loved taking you on through the desert. He thought you would've missed him, the bare minimum for someone who has lost a loved one.

Optimus sighs and lifts his helm from the railing before turning on his pedes to look for something else to distract him from you. He looks down before he takes a step and sees your trail of smeared blood on the concrete. His optic ridges furrow, a look of determination and apprehension as he steps to follow your crimson breadcrumbs out of the hangar doors.

Before he reaches the hangar doors, a soft touch plants itself on his shoulder, and he jolts slightly. Optimus turns his helm down to see a gloomy look on Ratchet's face, his servo squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

"Let them go, Optimus," He speaks softly, "They need some space."

Space is the only thing he's given them so far.

-

"Stupid fucking dishes. Stupid me. Stupid him."

Your fingers tremble as you rip some of your shirt off to wrap around the gash in your foot. The minor hit of adrenaline quickly left you like a hit of nic as soon as you slumped down on the other side of the hangar outside. The dull throbbing turns into sharp pain as you tighten the fabric, causing a small whimper to leave your throat. You relax your head against the concrete wall behind you, wishing you could slam it against it instead. But anger slowly drains from your frame, and you bury your face into your dirty hands, and you sob—a heartbreaking sight to anyone that were to stumble upon you.

But you find that the tears weren't mourning from him, but for yourself.

How selfish are you? Are you so dense in the head that you're blindsighted to how much he loves you? How much Optimus missed you that even after facing the hereafter, he came back for you? How awful must the afterlife be for him to want to come back to you, of all people? These questions come flooding into your mind with every tear-jerking sob that wracks your body. But the one question at the forefront of your mind terrifies you, making you want to slump further into the self-deprecating aura you've swallowed yourself in.

Do you still love him?

You bite your lip hard. Do you still love him? That's a stupid question to ask yourself. Of course you still love him. You wouldn't be the person you are today if you never did.

Then why the fuck do you push him away?

You don't know. Maybe it was how you spoke to him before he took his own spark, being so ashamed of yourself that you could barely look at him. Or perhaps you've become too comfortable in your new adjustment to life without him, and for that to all come crumbling down so suddenly with no warning has shaken you to your core.

That's very selfish of you.

You know that. You've always known that.

Maybe you just weren't ready to let go.

A deep, trembling breath leaves your parted lips.

...

Yeah, you know.

-

Optimus stealthily follows the trail once again after Ratchet leaves. He just can't walk away after that encounter. And as much as it hurts him to see your reaction, he must ensure you're okay despite whatever you spit in his face. Optimus did not beg at the throne of Primus himself for another chance at nothing. He needs to make amends, no matter how much of a fight you put up at your wishes to be left alone.

Soft steps of his pedes lead him on a wild goose chase. It seemed as if you had stumbled around in circles for quite some time, the trail of blood looping around before overlapping itself to follow the edge of the hangar. Optimus become increasingly concerned about your welfare, worried you have lost too much blood. But he knows that you are tough if all these years on your own have anything to show for it.

His pace replaces stealth for hastiness as he continues on the trail, rounding the next corner of the hanger. He stops in his tracks when he sees you, and his eyes soften with pure broken-heartness. His servos clenching in regret.

He carefully approaches your slumped frame and stands before you. He first notices your foot, half bandaged and leaking slightly. You weren't wrong after all. You could take care of yourself. He smiles softly to himself at this.

Optimus carefully kneels in front of you, still a fair distance away. All he wants to do is pick you up and tell you that everything is alright, that he's here and not ready to leave again anytime soon.

He keeps his servos to himself for now.

"Y/n," Optimus begins softly, "I know you are upset," This seems like an all too familiar conversation, "And you have every right to be."

No reaction from you so far, a few sobs and hiccups. His spark clenches.

"I did not get a chance to tell you how truly thankful I am for you," Optimus continues, fidgeting with a digit in his lap, "How I still reminisce on our long-forgotten time together, even whilst I was merged with the All Spark."

Optimus takes a chance. He shuffles closer to you and gently pries your hands from your face like you were a pretty piece of wrapping paper he wanted to keep. His optics drag over your sodden face, how your eyes begin to focus on his. It wasn't the fiery look of anger he had seen just earlier but one that looked of surrender; you had given up a fight he wished he could've helped you with.

Optimus moves one servo from your hands to gently caress your face, a gentle digit brushing over your cheeks, "My, just look at you," He cups your chin softly, tilting your head to look up at him, "You are still as beautiful as ever."

He watches as the tears well in your eyes again, a small glimmer in your eyes that's more familiar to him than the dull. You grip his servo and pull it into a hug, resting your forehead on his wrist, and you cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...I-I'm stupid... I shouldn't have..." You sob, clutching onto him with every fibre of your being, "Oh god..."

Optimus's spark fizzles and cracks at your heart-breaking apology and the tears dripping onto his servo. He gives you a sombre look before carefully pulling you into his servos, picking you up to press you against his chassis to return his long-awaited affections.

"Shh," He hushes your cries, pressing a gentle kiss to your head as he rocks you softly like a slumbering sparkling, "It is alright; nothing you say could ever make me resent you."

You sniffle, burying your head into his chassis. His familiar scent of motor oil and fumes fills your senses and relaxes you deeper into him. You try to speak, to say anything other than hiccuping pathetically.

"I-" You stutter, ripping your face away from his chassis to stare up at him. A shaky hand reaches up to touch him, a tiny 'tink' as your fingernail grazes against his face plate. He's real, he's here, and he's not mad at you. And the best thing is, he forgives you.

And you forgive him.

"I missed you," You take a sharp breath, "I miss you so much."

Optimus' sombre frown turns into a small smile; a weight lifts off his frame at your admission. The worry he put himself through all seems to melt away as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, hoping to melt away your grief with the kiss along with his.

You gasp softly. Far too much time has passed since you've felt those gentle dermas meld into yours, and as much as the past you wanted to forget how his touches felt, you find yourself kissing him back with as much need and passion. A few fleeting moments pass before you're forced to part for a much-needed breath. It feels like life has returned to you, like after all this time without him you were holding your breath in fear of drowning.

Optimus closes his optics, softly pressing his forehead against yours, leaning into the warm touch of your hands that he oh so craved. He knows you still love him, he never once doubted that deep down inside you always did, even after he had regretfully abandoned you.

"I miss you too."

Finally. He felt good to say that.

[kusakiguzen]

Why is that in the fics You wrote, the reader NEVER realises that her partner is a yandere? I mean i would have known. Thats the only reason i hate you fics. And another is that you update too late like its been almost 2 weeks??!! Maybe if you updated often you would gain more followers and even i would follow you... Seriously.

Wow um hi. First of all, no one is forcing you to follow or read my fics. Second of all the characters i have writen till now are pro manipulators i mean litrally have you read the manhwa's i wrote about. If you had you would understand, their intelagence is litrally so high.. Are you sure you could?

Third of all i update as soon as i can since i write long fics with less time. In total i get about 14 hours a week of free time, it looks like a large number but when you add eating, bathing, taking care of my cats ( 2 young and 2 adults),etc. Its practically nothing....

I have said this before and i'll say it again DO NOT FORCE ME TO WRITE FASTER. I do this for fun not as a career.

I have other things to worry about.

And if you are so offended please do the honors of sending this message with your account in display so i can block you🤗🤗. Its a cheap trick to use the "ask anonymous" feature... OR better you can just block me. I will have no qualms<3

Good bye and i hope you never come back🙂🙂. I don't need to please readers like you. There are a lot of people who enjoy my writhing. And even if they didn't I don't care since I don't chase for validation but improvement.

Ps. for the TRUE READERS I'll try to drop the fic tomorrow it getting long so i'll think of it to make it in like 2 parts but don't get your hopes up

[peregrine21]

(photo from pinterest)

quick reminder for y'all to fill out the updated tag list for me please! (2 posts down, the form specifically says updated in the title) apologies for any inconveniences, there was some confusion on the original and some usernames didn't register, there is also a new character/fandom added (Larissa Weems, Wednesday).

~~to the fic :)

Elegantly off schedule - Miss Peregrine x Reader

Pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader

Includes: fluff, gorgeous gorgeous Alma

Warnings: slight jealousy on y/n’s part? But its alr Alma helps <3

Word Count: 508

Brief Description: Mini fic of Alma being gorg and putting y/n in absolute awe with her elegance and grace and beauty before they go on a dinner date. (tiktok prompt).

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You’d already been waiting 15 minutes for Alma to come downstairs for your dinner date. It wasn’t like her to be late or take this long to even get ready for a date night. You had planned ahead anyway– something you’d picked up from Alma– so you weren't worried about missing your reservation. You just wanted to make sure she was alright and not rush her. Ever since Barron had showed up that one day, you couldn’t help but be anxious. You walked up to her room and gently knocked on the door to check on her, “Alma, darling, is everything alright? Do you need anything?” You stood there waiting for a response, and after a moment, she finally responded, “I’m alright love, I’ll be down soon!” You descended the stairs once more and sat on one of the chaises in the parlor as you waited, picking up the book you’d left on the side table earlier. Your dress splayed out on the chaise and the floor as you sat. Only a few pages in, you heard Alma’s door open and close again. You placed the book back on the table and looked up towards the staircase expectantly. As you heard her heels click rhythmically down the stairs, your heart started pounding out of your chest. You’d been together years now, but every date still felt like the first. 

Alma finally appeared at the top of the stair landing. The sight of her left you absolutely awestruck. She’d always dressed nicely for your dates but never to this caliber. She wore a floor length black dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a double slit in the front of the skirt revealing her delectable legs as she descended the staircase. Her hair was curled and pinned up in elegant perfection and her makeup done to match. You hardly processed her descending the stairs from the pure awe you were in admiring her beauty. When she made it down the staircase and approached you, your senses were filled with her perfume that you’d bought her for your last anniversary– the one she only brought out on special occasions. Between her appearance and the perfume, you were in absolute ecstasy; It made you want to scoop her in your arms bridal style and carry her back into her room. 

Your mood dropped however after a few moments passed and you could come down to your senses a bit. If she sent you over the moon this easily, imagine the other people round town and in the restaurant you were going to. Imagine the cat calls and the other people trying to steal her attention as she passes by them in all her elegance and grace. A pair of taloned hands cradled your cheeks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I’m yours darling,” she whispered, smiling at you, “Only yours, no one else's. Understand?” You look into her eyes in awe once more and nod silently. She pulls you closer into a loving kiss before you both head off to dinner together.

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[its-an-obsession]

New Fandom Addition

I've recently started watching Supernatural, and am in the mood for writing some imagines/x-readers. I am currently in the middle of 2x12 (season 2 episode 12). So, if you're going to request, keep in mind of spoilers 😂

[werecreature-addicted]

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2