#and her response to my cries for help are 'youre lucky you have it good' or 'ill send you to a psych hospital if you keep this up'

[kinascum]

MOONLIT - C. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: Y/N experiences a night of intense passion and dominance with her partner Chris, who pushes her boundaries in a moonlit suite overlooking a bustling boardwalk.

CONTENTS: smut (unprotected piv, degradation, ass slapping, face slapping, humiliation, mean!Chris, head, face fucking, exhibitionism, mocking, dumbification, praise, cum eating, creampie, this matches my freak), water talk? If you're scared of boats and cruises or big bodies of water? I guess?

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

PROOF READ AND REQUEST BY: @baileysturns

You stand at the window of the balcony of the suite Chris got for the both of you as you watch the bustling boardwalk below. The shining moon casts a cool glow over the water, creating a serene backdrop to the chaotic dance of dark colors. Your heart thumps in your chest, a silent drumline to the anticipation building within you.

Suddenly, a hand clamps over your mouth, and a powerful body presses against you from behind. It's Chris, his breath hot and demanding against your ear. "You like the view, ma?" he whispers, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. You nod, your hands and chest pressed flush against the windoI'mand your eyes wide, as he chuckles darkly. "Good, because I'm about to give you a show of your own."

He spins you around, your pulse racing as his eyes bore into yours. His grip on your wrists is firm, guiding you to lean on the glass. Your heart skips a beat as you feel the cool feeling of the night breeze against your stomach. When Chris had said on the way to the pier how he'd have his way with you, you never thought he'd go so far... not that you were complaining though.

"And you're going to be so loud for me, aren't you?" he taunts, his tone a mix of mockery and excitement. You whimper, unable to form words as his free hand roams over your body, gripping your ass with a possessive squeeze. "I can't wait to hear you beg for me," he continues, his breath fanning over your neck.

"You're going to behave, right?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He pushes your sundress up, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air. His touch is rough, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Everyone down there will know I'm fucking my sweet angel stupid." He chuckles, the sound sending a thrill of fear and arousal through you.

The sound of the boardwalk's distant noises mingles with the rush of blood in your ears as you feel his erection pressing against you. He slaps your ass, the sound echoing faintly. "Bet you've lovefucked with an audience before," he says, his voice a sneer. "you're so lucky its late, most of them are back in their rooms"

Without waiting for a response, he rips your panties aside and thrusts into you, the suddenness stealing your breath. You can't grasp, your eyes watering, but he's unforgiving, pumping into you with a ferocity that leaves you trembling. His hand clamps tighter over your mouth, muffling your cries. "That's it," he says, his voice a sinister purr. "Take it all for me"

You can feel every inch of him, his thickness stretching you, filling you completely. His strokes are deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through your body. His other hand is a vice on your hip, guiding your movements, forcing you to take his punishing rhythm. You moan against his palm, the sound strangled and desperate.

"So loud," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You want them to hear how you're getting fucked dumb on my cock?" He slaps your ass again, the sound ringing out in the quiet night. "Let them all know how much you love this. Maybe they'll get jealous." His hips slam into you, the force pushing you into the railing. The cold glass bites into your cheek, but you can't help the whimpers that escape.

"Sounds like you're begging," he murmurs, his tone mocking. "Can't even get a sentence out, huh baby?" He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, making you cry out. The sound is muffled by his hand, but he knows you're close.

You push back against him, your body desperately seeking release. Each slap of skin against skin is a symphony of desire and degradation. Your moans grow louder, your body responding to his rough touch despite your mind's protests. He's right; you do love it. The idea of being displayed for all to see, used by him, makes you wetter.

"Look at you," he says, his voice full of disdainful glee. "my dumb little slut" He slaps your ass again, the sting mixing with the pleasure building inside you. "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?"

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and stealing your breath. You moan into his hand, the sound desperate and needy. He laughs, the sound cruel and triumphant. "There you go," he says, his hips moving faster now. "squeezing me so tight baby."

He doesn't stop, even as your body shakes with the aftershocks of pleasure. He continues to fuck you, his hand still over your mouth, his grip on your hip bruising. You know he's getting off on your humiliation, on the power he holds over you in this moment. And as much as you hate to admit it, you're getting off on it too.

The world narrows to the two of you, the sound of your muffled moans and the slap of flesh on flesh. His thrusts grow erratic, his breathing ragged. "I'm going to fill you up," he says, his voice strained. "And you're going to take it."

You can feel him swell inside you, his grip tightening. His movements become frenzied, his mocking tone replaced by grunts of effort. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he does. You feel the warmth of his release, the proof of his dominance, and a strange sense of satisfaction fills you.

He pulls out, and for a moment, you're left trembling, your body still quivering from the intensity of the experience. He leans in, his breath hot on your neck. "Good girl," he whispers, his voice a dark caress. "You did so well, mama."

The praise sends a shiver down your spine, the sweetness of it a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier words. He slowly releases your wrists, and you stand there, panting, trying to regain your composure. "Now," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "turn around and look at me."

You obey, your legs shaking as you face him. His eyes are blazing with lust and satisfaction, his smirk wicked. "You liked that, baby?" he asks, and there's no point in lying. You nod, your cheeks flushing with both arousal and embarrassment.

"Good," he says, tucking his now-softening cock back into his pants. "Because we're not done yet." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "There's so much more I want to do to you, right here, with everyone watching." His eyes gleam with a malicious excitement that sends a shiver down your spine.

He pulls you upright and turns you to face him, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His thumbs flick over your nipples, and you can't help but gasp. "Look how pretty you are," he says, his voice a taunt. "They're all watching, aren't they?" He squeezes, his grip tight enough to make you whimper. "I bet they wish they could touch you like whipped."

He kisses you, his mouth harsh and possessive. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the way he just invaded your body. You try to push him away, but he's too strong, too overwhelming.

"Is that all you've got?" he asks, his voice mocking. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to stop." He releases your breasts and grips your hips, pulling you closer. "Beg for it," he says, his eyes dark. "Beg me to give you a break, and maybe I will."

You moan into his mouth, your body betraying you. You hate how much you want this, how much you crave his touch despite the humiliation. He chuckles, his eyes lighting up at the sound. "That's it," he whispers, his voice a low rumble.

He kisses you again, his hand sliding down to cup your ass. He squeezes, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You're going to scream my name when I make you cum over and over again," he says, his voice a promise. "And they'll all know who you belong to."

He pulls away, leaving you panting and desperate. "Get on your knees," he commands, his voice a whipped crack. You hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes tells you there's no room for disobedience. You sink to the ground, your knees hitting the cool floor.

He undoes his pants, his cock springing free. It's already hard again, a testament to his insatiable lust. "Open your mouth," he says, his voice a growl. You do as you're told, and he pushes into you, his hand on the back of your head. "That's right," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all."

You feel his hand in your hair, guiding your movements, forcing you to take him deeper. You can taste the salt on his skin, the scent of your arousal mingling with the ocean air. His hips rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. "Look at you," he says, his voice filled with disdain. "Sucking me off like a good little slut."

The words make you want to gag, but you can't deny the thrill they send through you. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groans, his grip tightening. "You're going to swallow every drop," he says, his voice a threat. "And you're going to thank me for it."

You feel his hand tighten in your hair, his movements becoming more erratic. "That's it," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "That's my good little girl." You want to scream at his words, to push him away and reclaim your dignity, but the sound that escapes your mouth is a muffled moan. He chuckles darkly, the vibration of his laughter traveling down his shaft and into your throat. "Look at you," he says, his voice a sneer. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?"

He pulls out, and before you can protest, he slaps you across the face with his cock. The salty taste of your own arousal mingles with the sting of his slap. "Keep your mouth open," he orders, his voice firm. "You're going to swallow everything I give you."

You whimper, your eyes watering, but you do as you're told. He slides back in, his grip on your hair not relenting. "there you go" he says, his voice a mix of praise and mockery. "Suck me like you mean it." You try to push him away, but his grip is too strong. You can feel the eyes of the unseen crowd on you, watching, judging.

He starts to fuck your mouth in earnest now, his hips pistoning as he uses you for his own pleasure. Your jaw aches, your throat burns, but you can't stop. You're lost in the humiliation, the feeling of being used and enjoyed by him. His grunts grow louder, his breathing more ragged. "You're going to make me cum," he says, his voice filled with disdain. "And when I do, you're going to swallow it all."

As he reaches his climax, you can feel his cock pulse in your mouth. You gag, but he doesn't stop, his hand pushing your head down to ensure you take every drop. He cums, and you do as you're told, swallowing with a sense of defeat. "Look at me," he commands, and you do, tears streaming down your face.

He smirks, a look of pure triumph in his eyes. "Good girl," he says, his voice a mocking praise. "You're learning so quickly." He wipes his cock clean with the back of your hair before zipping up his pants. "Now, let's go back inside," he says, his tone casual. "We've got a whole night ahead of us."

Your knees are weak as you stand, your mouth still open, tasting him. He takes your hand, pulling you to your feet. "You're mine tonight," he says, his voice a low growl. "And everyone on this ship will know it."

The cool night air does nothing to calm the fire in your cheeks as he leads you back into the suite. You can still feel the sting of his hand, the echo of his voice in your mind. But as you look into his eyes, you know that despite the humiliation, despite the pain, you want more. You want to see just how far he'll take you, just how much you can take before you break.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss @stasiesturn @jetaimevous @solarsturniolo @watercolorskyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @meowira @secretagentspy @shadowthesim

[penkura]

No One Better

Note: Ahh I didn't know how to go about this, but here it is! It's another in the OP Men as Dads series, but this one is ONLY Zoro and his son. I just had this idea after seeing this OC template on Pinterest, and I had to do it, I couldn't not. I have thoughts floating around for other characters in this same vein of calming down their children, and I will post them separately like this most likely! For now, please enjoy Zoro being a wonderful, soft dad to his little boy. 🥹 I want to have his babies so bad, where is my irl Zoro omg

Your son may be Zoro’s child too, but he’s a big crybaby when either of you are missing from his sight. He could be happily sitting in your lap or on Zoro’s chest, but when Keitaro notices one of you isn’t around, he immediately pouts and begins to cry. At first it’s legitimate tears, until he learns that he can get you with crocodile tears because that’s your baby boy, of course you’re going to run to him when he cries! You figured it out quickly when he instantly started to smile and coo at you the first time he cried crocodile tears to get your attention, Zoro didn’t believe you for a few weeks until your ten-month-old did it to him too. He just loves you and Zoro so much, he wants you both around him all the time.

Zoro is able to calm him down very easily, just by talking to Keitaro gently. An older woman on an island you stopped at was surprised to see how easily Keitaro calmed down and went from nearly sobbing to happy little giggles when Zoro just took him from you and started asking him what was wrong, why was he so upset all of a sudden (he couldn’t see Zoro standing nearby, that was the problem). The woman was highly impressed and said her own husband hadn’t been that good with their children, it made you smile and thank her for the compliment, since you knew Zoro would never.

Keitaro is big enough to sit up on your lap during a party between your crew, the Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates when the three of you run into each other. Members of your (now permanently) allied crews coo and fawn over your son, the youngest of all the crews, and he adores the attention he receives from all these new people. Once everyone goes back to drinking and playing games, you choose to stay to the side with Keitaro, keeping him from the alcohol and making sure he stays happy while everything goes on, and he does, looking around at everyone and giggling when he sees Luffy do something funny.

Keitaro is happy and calm until he realizes he doesn’t see Zoro anywhere, making your nearly year old son start to pout and fuss. You try your hardest to calm him down when he really starts to cry and kick his legs because he’s frustrated, quietly speaking to him and placing kisses on his little head to help.

“Hey, little guy,” you feel beyond relived when Zoro comes over, resting his arms on your thighs and getting nose to nose with your son, which starts to calm him down, “What’re you crying for?”

Keitaro slowly calms down, looking at Zoro cross-eyed at first before his eyes fully focus on him, starting to smile and coo again as he puts his tiny hands on Zoro’s face. It makes Zoro smile in return as he takes your son from you, intending to give you a small break.

“Let’s give mama a few minutes to enjoy the party too, yeah?” Zoro gently tosses your son in the air a few times, Keitaro letting out squeals and giggles in response.

You slip away to the girls for a while, Ikkaku giving you a smile and telling you how lucky you are with Zoro, causing you to look back at them with your own smile. Keitaro has his thumb in his mouth as he lays against Zoro’s chest where he can see you, content and slowly falling asleep, while your husband rubs his back to help him relax.

“He’s really the best dad to Keitaro, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

[mrschristensen]

note: another blurb for you all since I’m slacking so bad on my writing (kind of a part two to the other blurb?)

part one (ish)

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, facesitting/humping/riding, brief fingering, implication of riding, mentions of worship, a little bit of praise, lmk if I missed any!

WC: 587 words

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN is freaky. He has sort of a routine, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of his partner and overstimulating them until they can’t take it anymore. One of his favorite things, undoubtedly, is having her sit on his face.

He slowly moves his hands up and down her thighs as he gets comfortable, lying on his back on their shared bed. He tilted his head back a bit more, finding what’s comfortable for him against the pillows. He pulls her towards his face until she’s hovering over him, her wet pussy glistening with her arousal. He looks up at her and smirks, “C’mon, honey. You know you can do better than that. C’mon, bury me in that pussy.”

She listens to his coaxing after taking in a sharp breath, and lets herself pretty much sit on his face. She didn’t put all her weight down, but he forced her to, pushing her legs away so she was forced to fully sit on him. He got right to work, lapping at her folds and sucking on her clit, eating her out like a man starved. Lana Del Rey played softly in the background, songs like “In My Feelings,” “Cherry” and “Freak” only getting the couple more into it. She let out noises of pleasure as Hayden devoured her for everything she could offer him, her hands gripping the headboard so much her knuckles turned white.

“You always taste so fucking divine,” he whispered to himself as he ravaged her, worshipping her most vulnerable parts like she were a goddess. She was, to him, and all he could wonder was how he got so lucky.

Her left hand moved to entangle her fingers in his curls, looking down at him and moaning at the sight. He looked up at her through his lashes, their eyes locking, and he smirked into her pussy, humming and letting the vibration course through her. Her hips bucked against his face, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure taking over her, the knot in her stomach tightening fast.

He knew how to pleasure her, he knew how to push her over the edge without breaking a sweat. He knew her body, and he could tell she was close. “C’mon, princess, cum for me,” he encouraged against her pussy, his words muffled.

She understood what he was saying and whimpered in response, grinding her eager cunt against his nose gently. He chuckled, the vibrations getting to her once more, and he thrust his tongue in and out of her entrance. He replaced the muscle with his fingers, plunging two fingers inside her and curling them against her G-spot as he moved to suck her clit simultaneously. It was just enough to get her on the brink of orgasm and over the edge, her vision blurring out as she got the orgasm she had so desperately needed.

She cried out his name as she came, her back arching and forcing her pussy on him even more. He milked her orgasm for every drop, helping her come down from her high and slowing his ministrations as her breath steadied, eventually stopping. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs in praise, helping her off his face and sitting up, keeping her on his lap, “such a good girl. My good girl.”

Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and he smirked. “Look at you, so good for me. Knowin’ just what to do,” he says teasingly, lifting her up a little and positioning his painfully hard cock at her entrance. “My turn.”

[honeyoru]

popstar! reader x bakugou fic teaser

masterlist | part one coming soon!

“Lower.” Mina squints at the brightly colored banner that’s hanging unevenly across the expansive width of Bakugou’s living room. She and the rest of the gang on decorating duty were nearly done with their task to transform the blonde’s home, save for the obnoxiously large banner that stretched out “WELCOME HOME” in a flurry of colors.

Denki adjusts himself on the stool he’s precariously wobbling on, glancing quickly to Sero on the other side of the room and then back to the girl. “Which side?”

“Um,” she blinks. “Yours?”

“Is that a question or are you telling us?” the black-haired man snaps incredulously, his calves straining from the twenty minutes they’ve spent holding the strings of the banner up for Mina. I should’ve covered Shouji’s patrol, he thinks, regretting ever volunteering to decorate.  

“Um.” She winces. “Telling you?” 

Twin groans echo in front of her, and with nearly identical movements the boys slap the taped strings onto the wall, ignoring Mina’s cries that it was not in fact, even. 

“No one’s even gonna notice!” Sero jumps down, narrowly avoiding one of the hundreds of balloons scattered on the ground. 

“Yeah,” Jiro agrees, standing up from where she had been fiddling with the music setup for later. “This place looks great.” 

“She’s not wrong,” Denki says, looking around. “This would get hella views on Pinterest.”

“S’not like she’s gonna give a shit anyways,” Sero snorts. “She’s gonna throw a fit over the size of the place, not the decorations.”

“You know that girl would be thrilled to get together at a FamilyMart,” Mina rolls her eyes. “It’s not her that’ll care how perfect it looks. We’ll be lucky if Bakugou doesn’t set us on fire for the banner.”

“Bakubro should’ve been here then,” the blonde responds. “Kiri won’t care, and it's his own damn sister. He said she just landed, btw.” He holds up his phone where the group chat is open. “And since we're all done, we’re free to go.”

Jiro snickers. “Don’t abbreviate your words, loser. Besides, Blasty's got reason to be on edge. It’s been what? Two years?”

“Just about,” Sero calls behind him as he leads the group outside. “Good thing we’re done, gives me time to shower and change at least,” he winks at the other man. “Gotta look good for my reunion with our pop star.” 

“Like you’ve got a chance with her.” Mina can’t help but snort.  

“Yeah,” Denki piles on with a knowing grin. “Didn’t she reject you back in third year?”

“Hey, that was five years ago!” Sero says with a pout, leaning into his blonde friend’s shoulder dramatically. “I’m a Pro Hero now, how could she say no to me?”

He gets three responses instantly. 

“She’s got standards.”

“She’s an idol.”

“She’s practically taken already.”

“Alright, I get it,” Sero scowls, particularly at the last statement. “Some friends you are.”

“Sorry bud, but you aren’t the only one pining,” Jiro laughs, pushing the two men out of the door. “Get in line.”

“Yeah!” The pink-haired girl scoffed. “Behind me, the rest of Japan and half the world, tape boy!” She flicked the lights off, sliding the extra key into the door and locking it. “Not that it matters,” she sighs with a lingering smile to the apartment door. “If the idiot keeps his head out of his ass this time, she’ll be spoken for soon anyways.”

Kirishima is fairly certain his heart is about to fall out of his ass.

He’s wheezing from chasing a bank robber (who even robs a bank nowadays?) in a dead sprint across Shibuya for the past thirty minutes. 

There’s no way this guy doesn't have a speed enhancing quirk, he thinks, muscles burning with exertion. 

His pride would be hurt otherwise. 

He’s late, much later than he wanted to be. He was supposed to be back at the agency ten minutes prior to when this bozo sprinted out of the bank past him and from the way his pocket has been vibrating every 30 seconds since then, Bakugou’s not pleased his meticulously detailed plan is being thrown off schedule. Again. 

Kirishima’s been buzzing all day, anxiety kicked into overdrive when they both had to cover patrols last minute for sidekicks (a disadvantage of running a hero agency, not that he’s complaining). 

As a result, decorating and other tasks for the party they’d been planning for months had been handed off to their friends at the last minute, who the redhead sincerely hopes do a good job, lest his explosive best friend do something crazy, like set someone on fire. 

[unnoticed-poison]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔! 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 °【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟏°

【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟐 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

Let me just start by saying that I do not apologize for what's gonna happen in this chapter ☺️

Well not really a chapter since it's just the scene that I left out from the last chapter, tests are starting soon so I couldn't add more.

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"-And that's how the whole overpopulation issue would be fixed! And your people won't need to do the extermination anymore!" Charles said, pointing to the final paper, which had various angels and demons holding hands with happy smiles.

......

"Is this a joke?"

Charles blinked, taken aback by the response. "What?"

"I said, is this a joke?" You asked again, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "Are you serious?"

He stammered, unsure of what to say.

"I'm completely serious!"

.....

You couldn't believe what you just heard.

"Everyone? Just mere mistakes?" You narrowed your eyes at his words. "You're saying that 𝘢𝘭𝘭 sinners deserve a second chance?"

He nodded. "Yes!"

Oh my god.

Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose, your patience running thin the more you heard this idiot talk about this nonsense. "Ok, let's see if I can get this through your thick head."

Not that you were sure it would make any difference with this guy.

"Huh..?"

"Let's say that your idea can in fact work and you redeem a soul, let's also consider that this particular soul was a rapist, a cannibal or a serial killer for example, What would we say to their victims when they see them up there in heaven with them with the crimes they committed? 'Oh they got redeemed so it's all good now! It'll be best for you to forgive and forget!'. " You sneered, like that would ever happen. " yeah right, fuck off."

"I- no! I mean-"

He had nothing to say to that.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help your people but let's be honest, if humans can do whatever they want then just get redeemed here to end up in heaven it wouldn't be fair to the souls who have been good in life, now would it?"

Well...

With a shake of your head, you walked past him.

This was a waste of time.

"You can try again next meeting but let me tell you now, your idea is never going to be accepted or work for that matter, now if you'll excuse me."

....

No...

He glanced up back and forth at the drone then at you, panic settling in.

No..NO!!

If he let you go now who knows when he'll have another chance at this!

"WAIT!!" He yelled out, his hands outstretched as he rushed ahead to stop you.

But of course, due to his luck, he tripped over his own feet.

Shit!

As he desperately tried to steady himself, he grabbed onto your dress, his eyes widened as the fabric started to rip rapidly.

Fuck!

You cried out in surprise as he collided with you, the impact was sudden and startling, causing you to stumble forward, your body making a loud thumb as it meet the ground, the man following suit, his face landing directly on top of your ass.

.........

Everything went silent.

"Well, that was unexpected."

Was the only thing Vox was able to say.

Oh, this was 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Someone fucked up BIG time

The lucky mf got to feel the cake on their first meeting.

Btwwww~!

One of my friends made this Fanart of my mc for this!! And even drew her as mermaid!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE!! I LOVE YOUUU😭😭💖💖💖

This fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev

Anyhow hope you enjoyed the chapter, have a nice day! ❣️

[twice-inamillion]

Sana’s Appointment 

Smut, fluff and angst

Chapter 202

2095 Words

(Sana visits the doctor for an ultrasound and gets some news. Wants OC to take responsibility)

Jihyo and Mina walk towards Sana’s room and slowly open the door, “Hey Sana,” tiptoeing to the bed, “Sana, wake up. We are going to be late.” She slowly opens her eyes and looks at Jihyo and Mina, smiling at them. “Good morning.”

Momo prepares a light breakfast for three get ready. Jihyo comments, “We need to get there a bit earlier, especially since it’s your first sonogram.” They can see how happy and excited Sana is for today. “Were the both of you nervous when you got your first sonogram?” 

“Yeah, I was happy and surprised. I thought I was only to one baby but didn’t know I would have triplets.” Mina’s reaction changes as she remembers how she ended up with twins, and Jihyo tries to change the topic when she notices Mina glomming. “Haha, I remember when I showed him the picture of Jisoo while she was still in my tummy; he almost cried when he saw her.”

“Why didn’t you ask him to come with you?” asks Momo.

“I didn’t want to bother him; he seemed busy these past few days. You know how he’s been spending the night in the studio, so I asked the both of you instead, my besties.”

“Do you think he’s going to be mad?” asks Mina.

“He’ll get over it,” replies Jihyo.

“You’re messed up,” laughs Momo.

“Anyways, let’s get ready. We need to go.”

After parking the car, Jihyo, Sana, and Mina walk into the clinic and are greeted by the two nurses from Dahyun’s visit. “Welcome Ms. Minatozaki. Please walk with us to your room.” The nurses escort Sana into her room. Jihyo and Mina sat beside her, trying to comfort her and grab her hand. “Since this is your first time with us, you must complete these documents. It’s just a questionnaire, so try answering it to the best of your ability.”

Sana looks at the documents confused, so Mina asks if she would like help filling it out. Sana eagerly nods and goes over the papers with Sana in a way she understands. 

Meanwhile, Jihyo remembers one of the nurses from her pregnancy and begins a small conversation. The nurse says seeing her is nice and hopes the baby is doing well. She pulls out her phone and shows her a picture of Jisoo playing in a sandbox. The nurse comments on how similar she looks to her Jihyo and how cute she looks. Like a proud mother, she mentions some of Jisoo’s accomplishments in her development. 

Hearing this and wanting to join the fun, Mina pulls out her phone with the twins. The nurse cannot help but be in awe how pretty their babies look. 

The head nurse calls for the younger nurse to return, and Mina hands over the documents. “The doctor will be here soon, so let’s have Ms. Minatozaki change into these gowns,” as she hands them to Sana” bows and closes the door. Sana places the gowns on the examination table and undresses in front of Jihyo and Mina. 

“Wow, unnie. You can see your little bump.” Sana smiles and asks, “Really? You can tell?” as she shows Jihyo and Mina her belly. They both place their hand on Sana’s tummy, “Hey there, little one. Don’t know if you’re a boy or girl or if you’re more than one, but can’t wait to see you in a couple of months,” says Jihyo.

“Are you excited, Sana?” asks Mina.

“I can’t wait to see my baby; I wonder if it’s a girl or a boy,” as she wiggles in her seat in joy. 

“Sana, I don’t think you can tell until a few more months,” says Jihyo. “Hmm, I read online; you can vaguely tell during your seventh week, but you might have to wait until you’re sixteen weeks,” says Mina. Sana finishes putting on the gown and sits eagerly on the examination table, wiggling her feet.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door, and a female doctor and the head nurse walk in with an ultrasound machine. “Good morning.” In unison, the members reply and laugh. 

“Let’s have the lucky girl come here, and let’s take your measurements.” Sana hops off and walks towards the scale. “Don’t laugh, okay,” she warns her two members as she gets on the scale. 

“Okay, let’s measure your height and get you back up to the examination table.” Sana shuffles to the table and tries to get on the table but isn’t tall enough to get on and gets help from Jihyo to get on. “Let’s have you lay down and have a little look at the tummy of yours. The nurse rolls the ultrasound machine over and hands the wand over to the doctor. She grabs a bottle of lube, places it around the wand, and squirts some on Sana’s belly. 

“Haha, it’s cold!” 

Sana squirms around to the cold gel but calms down when Jihyo tells him to stop. 

The doctor then asks the nurse to turn on the monitor and places the wand against her belly. Everyone is focused on the monitor, trying to be the first to identify the fetus.

Being the professional she is, the doctor can find it, “Here on the screen, you can see how small the fetus is,” as she points at the screen. Sana eyes wander, but after some focus, she can see her baby in front of her. 

“Is that really my baby?” The doctor nods, making Sana cry out in happiness. She can finally see her baby after longing for one for so long. 

Sana asks, “Doctor, can you tell what gender it is?”

The doctor moves the wand more, trying to get a better view of the baby’s markings to identify its gender. After some search, she says, “It’s too early to be one hundred percent sure, but I believe it’s a boy,” pointing to the little nub in the screen.

The members have a shocked face, Sana with a large smile about having a baby boy, the first one in the family.”

“Congrats, Sana!” Jihyo and Mina hug Sana tightly. “I’m so happy! I can’t believe it, a baby boy.” 

“You’re lucky, Sana. The first boy in the family.” Sana is happy by Jihyo’s comment. Even though she feels blessed with either gender, she does feel some satisfaction in having the first boy and is curious about how he will turn out, especially with her personality and yours in the mix.

“I’ve also noticed that you haven’t gained as much weight based on your records. What is your daily routine like?”

“Umm, I have coffee or a light breakfast if possible. If not, then I just wait for lunch after working out and practice.” The doctor notes everything Sana tells her in her notepad, “How frequent are your practices?”

“Right now, they are almost daily, swamped these past few weeks and look about the same for the following weeks.”

“Hmm, any stress?”

“A little��� little bit more than usual since we are busy.”

“Any morning sickness?”

“How did you know?” 

“Is it often?”

“It has been. It’s bad when I wake up; I have a lot of nausea.”

“Hmm, okay. What about sex? Are you sexually active?”

Jihyo and Mina scoff at the doctor’s question. Sana, on the other hand, can’t help but have a grin on her face. “Yes, is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. Actually, it’s a great stress reliever. I normally recommend it to my patients whenever they have a lot of things going on in their lives.”

“So the more sex, the better?” asks Jihyo.

“Yeah, you could say that. As long as it’s safe sex, then it’s okay.”

“So, is rough sex okay or anal okay?”

“Uhmm, for your first trimester, almost any position is fine. For your second and onwards, you might want to do what your body feels comfortable with. Anything with anal I would recommend your partner to wash up before going for vaginal right after.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to your words, doctor; lots of sex to help with stress.”

“Not just stress, but I would recommend a good balanced diet. Make sure you get all the nutrients your body needs to develop a healthy baby. I need you to visit a dietitian to make sure your baby grows up a bit more since it’s a bit smaller than it’s supposed to be.”

“Ohh, is that bad?”

“No, not now, but if you don’t eat well, rest, and mange your stress, it can be an issue in the long run.”

“Okay, I’ll be sure to follow your instructions to the letter,” giving her a fake but warm smile.

“Then, I want to see you in a few weeks to check up on your progress. I’ll also give you some brochures and a list of recommended dietitians.”

“Yes, doctor, thank you.”

The doctor and the nurse bow and exit with the machine in tow, closing the door.

With her fake smile still on, Sana is replaced with a long tear when the door is shut. Jihyo and Mina stand up and walk to Sana to comfort her, “It’s okay, Sana, everything is going to be fine. Your baby is going to grow up strong.”

“But the doctor said he’s small for his size.”

“If that’s the case, then we will make sure he grows up big and strong like his daddy, so we need to follow the doctor’s instructions.”

“Okay,” wiping the tear off her face. 

The members prepare and head to the counter to get Sana’s ultrasound photo from the nurse. “Here you go. This folder has some useful brochures, dietitian information, and photos of your ultrasound. I’m going to schedule you for a couple of weeks. Is that okay?”

Jihyo nods yes to Sana and schedules a date that works best for them.

“Okay, let’s go home and rest briefly,” says Mina. They walk to the car, with Mina helping Sana in by opening the door. The drive is silent as they see Sana holding a picture of her ultrasound.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’m going to make sure you grow up nice and strong. Before you know it, you’ll be in my arms,” rubbing her belly throughout the ride.

————

Once they are home, Sana shares the picture with everyone. It doesn’t take long for them to get loud, especially when they find out she is having a boy. “Yah! You’re having a boy; congrats, Sana,” yells out Momo. “He’s going to get all the girls when he grows up like his daddy, especially if he has your personality.” The members laugh out loud, thinking of how the baby will turn out. “The girls are finally going to get a little brother,” says Nayeon. 

“Are you jealous, Nayeon unnie?” asks Tzuyu.

“No, I’m just saying.”

“You should go for it, Nayeon unnie, give him another baby,” yells Chaeyoung. 

“Yah, no, not yet,” shouts Nayeon. 

“I… I want a baby, too!” shouts Tzuyu.

The members turn around and look at Tzuyu in shock and laugh at her innocent remark, causing her to pout. 

The day continues, and the members rest for the day by watching tv, movies, lying on their bed, or taking naps. Sana pulls out her phone, takes a picture of one of the ultrasounds, and sends it to you, “Look at our baby, isn’t he cute? 😉”

You almost have a heart attack when you read the message, your first boy. While at the studio, you can’t help but think about having another child, especially with Sana. “Just a few more hours until I get home.”

When you arrive home late, and everyone is already in their rooms, you eat a few sandwiches left for you in the kitchen with a small note. You head to your room, get undressed, and head to the shower since you have another busy day tomorrow. Once you get out, you see Sana lying on your bed in sexy lingerie. 

“What do you think?” showing off her perfect body. 

“Sexy.”

“The doctor recommended me to have sex, and I’m horny right now,” exposing her nipple. You walk towards her, standing next to the bed. “Come on, pretty boy, you must take responsibility now that I’m pregnant with your child.” She looks down at the towel wrapped around your waist and notices it budging. 

“Is that for me?” licking her lips. She pulls on the towel, causing it to fall and showing you all your glory. “This is going to be a fun night.” 

[slutfortrent]

tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

[il-predestinato]

Excerpts from the Charles Leclerc biography "le prodige" by Rémi Boudoul:

Charles never cried during a movie.

He prefers a bigger seat because he likes to move a bit while racing because that's how he "feels" the track.

Charles is scared of spiders and snakes. 🕷🐍

Charles said he would love to try MotoGP but he doesn't know if Ferrari would allow him. But if he had to choose, he would like to try a Rallye car one day.

Joris (Charles's best friend):

"Money, glory, love, nothing has changed Charles. He is still the same as before. I met Charles in 6th grade, we were almost enemies, because we both fell in love with same girl until we figured out that neither of us will end up with her."

"On Sundays we usually receive a text shortly after the race. Charles talks with us about the strategy, what happened and so on. As soon as he is in Monaco he calls us and we have a dinner. Quite often pasta or pizza. Charles is always available for his true friends."

Charles:

"One day when I was karting, Michael Schumacher was doing some F1 test. It was a really special moment. I remember entering the paddock and we had the chance to meet him, it was very exciting. Fortunately there was not a lot of people, so he took some time to talk to us."

"He [Schumacher] signed our suits, talked with us before going back to his garage. It was really sweet and I was very impressed. I don’t even remember what we were talking about because all I could focus on was his red suit. I never thought I would one day drive for the red team."

"My first memory of Maranello was with Jules. He had a photoshoot and he tried to make me come inside with him but it didn’t work, so I had to wait outside. But it was then when I realized that the whole town was dedicated to Ferrari."

"I sat outside, in the parking lot for two hours, trying to imagine what the inside of the building looked like. In my head I was picturing something like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with the Oompa Loompas running around."

"On my father's funeral day, I had the authorization to drive the hearse… We drove a bit in the town before going to the cemetery. It was tough you know. No matter what you do, nothing prepares you when you lose your father. I’ve become more mature because losing him made me have more responsibilities out of the blue, making me grow as a man. Mentally I’m stronger than ever after losing my father so early in my life. This changes you forever."

Did I need psychological help back then? No, I stayed alone in a corner. I rather wanted to think by myself and prepare the race. I never thought of not driving in Baku. My dad was my number one fan. He wanted me to be good at each race, so no there was never a doubt because I was sure he would have wanted me to be there and to win for him.

"Do I love winning or do I hate losing? Well both but I guess I hate losing more because when something goes wrong, I’m really upset."

Pascale (Charles's mother):

"Charles on track and at home are two different people. With his father, he was always talking about cars. Racing was Herve’s life. He has that in his blood. Charles was lucky, he received a lot from his father."

Translation by Vetteleclerc.

[hailey-murdock]

True love

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader

Warning: Major fluff, aftercare, very minor implied smut, established relationship, use of pet names.

WC: 3.K

A/N: omfg I literally cried while writing this. I absolutely recommend reading this while listening to Say yes to heaven by Lana del Rey and/or Hotline by Billie Eilish.

(Also reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated <3)

Matt sighs and he nuzzles up against you. His eyes are still closed as he tries to catch his breath.

"You did good sweetheart". He smiles softly. "Thank you...for making me feel good."

You hum contently and kisses the soft skin on his neck softly

"Of course baby". Matt blushes slightly as you kiss his throat. He wraps his arms around you as a gentle smile crosses his lips. "You’re the best, you know that?" He looks up at you and he smiles softly. "You...you know I’d do anything for you, right?"

"Of course I know that, and you should know I'd do the same for you sweetheart. I love you with all of my heart Matthew Murdock" 

Matt blushes a deeper shade of red as he hears her words. You call him sweetheart and you say "i love you".

It's the most beautiful thing he's heard...he smiles softly and he speaks in a soft, quiet voice. "I love you too, angel...you're the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me…"

His smile grows slightly as some tears roll down his face.  He takes a deep, slow breath as an audible sob can be heard from him.

"Thank you...I...I've never, never felt this way before" 

You wrapped your arms tightly around Matt to embrace him into a hug.

"There's a reason why I married you Matt. I did it because I love you, you have made me the happiest women on this earth and I'm glad to know I will spend the rest of my life with you"

Matt holds you close and hugs you tightly back.  A look of true happiness and love crosses his face as he listens to the women who he loves speak. His heart flutters when he hears these words, he feels...full.  He speaks in a soft voice in response, his voice shaking as he begins to cry again.

"Thank you...I love you...you are my everything...and I want to spend the rest of my life with you…" His voice trembles as he speaks. "I...I'm a lucky man".

You pull away gently to wipe his tears that fall down on his face and you move your lips to press a kiss to Matt's forehead.

"We are both lucky Matt".

He looks into your eyes and he speaks in a soft voice. "You are correct…I don't deserve you...but I'm so thankful I've found you...I'll try hard to keep you happy…"

He smiles a little but there's still tears in his eyes. He blushes and then he smiles. "Even though I might fail many times…."

He leans in so they're only inches apart and he whispers.

"I could...never forgive myself if I lost you...you're all I have." 

"Oh Matty, you deserve me, my love and my care for you, just like I deserve you. You can't say that you don't because you do. I know you'll do your best to make me happy. I'll do the same for you. I'd do anything to keep you safe and happy. I'm yours, Matthew Murdock. Just like you're mine".

Matt blushes as she speaks.  He’s so moved by her words, his heart leaps at the sound of them...he couldn’t be happier with his life right now, with her by his side.  He speaks quietly as his voice shakes and his eyes fill in tears once more.

"You...you make me feel amazing, every day...you make my heart explode from happiness...I...I love you...I truly do".

He takes a deep breath and he leans in closer to her. "This...this is true love right, sweetheart"? 

You can't help but smile at Matt's question and you take his hands in yours to hold.

"Yeah baby it is, this is true love".

Matt smiles as he feels you take his hands to hold. "I never want this to end sweetheart…you feel so...so amazing to me…" He whispers gently as he holds you close.  A soft smile still plays across his face, despite the tears that make his face damp. His heart flutters as he feels true love.

"I just want this to be forever and ever.  I...I never want to be without you." His voice trembles as he speaks.

"And you'll never be without me. I promise you that. You won't ever lose me. I'm your wife forever. You can't get rid of me that easily Murdock."

Matt chuckles softly and his entire face lights up.

"I'm the happiest man on the planet." His voice trembles as he speaks again, but he closes his eyes and then he pulls you closer one last time and he kisses you. This kiss is full of love and admiration as he finally leans back from her. "Thank you..for everything...you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You smile and move from the bed to grab a warm cloth to clean yourself and Matt up and after you're done you lay beside Matt again on the bed, the both of you laying on your sides and facing each other. 

"I love you"

Matt smiles up at you and a slight blush is still playing across his cheeks.  A tear is now on his cheek, and he reaches up to wipe it away.  He's a bit emotional, but happy.  He looks at her and then he starts again.

"I love you...I just...thank you for being you, love."

He blushes and the tears that were there now flow freely from his cheeks.  His heart is racing and his eyes are wet, but he's happy.

You wipe away all of your tears and you look at him with pure love and adoration in your eyes.

"I love you more"

He smiles at you and he pulls you close once more.  A big smile plays across his face and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't possibly love you more than you love me...so I'll compromise...We will love each other...to the point it makes our hearts explode.  Would that be alright with you, sweetheart?"

"Yes Matty, it's fine with me."

Matt smiles and he leans in to kiss her once more. His breath hitches and his eyes flutter.

"I love you so much…..sweetheart...I'll have to ask you one more thing before I can die in peace…would you marry me…again?"

Matt blushes as the tears stream freely down his cheeks, but there's a beautiful smile across his face...a deep love in his eyes

You nod without doubt. "Yes absolutely, I would marry you again Matt, in a heartbeat."

Matt nods and he smiles softly.  His heart is fluttering and the tears continue to stream down his cheeks.  An immense amount of joy, and relief washes over him that he can't even describe...a look of pure contentment and love crosses his face.

"Sweetheart, are the only thing I've ever wanted.  You are my soulmate, my best friend, and my love.  You mean the world to me."

He tries to move his gaze to where you would be. And even if he can't see you, you know just by the look on his face that he's deeply in love with you.

You kiss him  with so much love, happiness and content. He returns the kiss back with just as much love, happiness and content.  He holds you close as these emotions overwhelm him, a smile still plays across his face as he holds onto you tightly like if you were to easily slip away from his fingers.

"I love you more than you could ever know….I just want you to be happy...and to know you are loved and supported."

His smile grows slightly and his chest warms as he feels butterflies in his stomach.

You smile feeling a bit tired from the activities from earlier and you yawn. 

"I love you to the moon and back Matty". 

"I know, hun. Go to sleep. You have to be exhausted after our session. It's okay, I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere". He sighs and he smiles.

"What can I get you?  Anything at all. I'll always make sure you are taken care of and that your needs are met.  I'll even do anything for you, sweetie". His smile grows wider and he speaks with genuine kindness but it's obvious he means it.

"Thank you baby, but just hold me while I sleep. That's all I want.

Matt smiles and nods as he speaks. "Of course I'll stay here with you, nothing else really matters as long as I'm with you". Matt holds you, his arms wrapped gently around you as a soft smile plays across his face.

"I'll do anything to help you, sweetie.  And if it means laying here like this...well, I'll always be happy to do that for you. As long as I'm with you." He kisses the top of your head and he holds you tightly.

You smile widely feeling satisfied with the life you have with Matt, especially in a moment so vulnerable and yet so loving.

"Thank you Matty".

Matt can't help but smile as you fall asleep in his arms…he smiles and kisses the top of her head. He stays there, watching over you as you sleep…he lets out a soft sigh and he closes his eyes…he knows no other feeling more content and safe than when he’s with his loved one…he’s happy.  He’s finally found the love of his life and he knows there’s nothing more important to him than to make sure you're happy and that nothing will ever take him away from how good he feels right now.

Matt smiles at how even in your sleep you reach for him even if it's to grab onto his arm. He knows you feel safe and comfortable with him, and the thought brings him immense joy as he lays there, the smile still on his face.  His arms wrap around you loosely as he too starts to fall asleep, happy.  He smiles softly as he drifts slowly off to sleep and he lets out a soft sigh as he too falls asleep in your arms…the comfort of his woman, in his arms…he knows no other feeling in this world could ever bring him more happiness than he felt at this moment.

Finally after a few hours pass by and you wake up by the light of the sunrise hitting through the window. A smile spreads across your face as you see beside you sleeping calmly the man you love. 

Matt is still asleep...he's been sleeping quietly and peacefully ever since he closed his eyes...he's truly content and at peace...it's a look that only someone who's at the best moment of his life should wear. His chest softly rises and falls with each breath...even when asleep he's so peaceful, as if his mere presence brings tranquility to the world around him. He looks so beautiful and at peace as he rests in the warmth of his wife, his heart fluttering in his chest from all that he's experienced...all the joy, and all the love he's received.

You get out of bed slowly not wanting to disturb his sleep and you grab one of Matt's shirts that reaches up to your thighs to wear around his apartment. In the meantime, you make some breakfast in the kitchen quietly

Matt stays asleep, just as peaceful as he was before. The light of the sun makes the room feel warmer and his resting body seems to radiate some of the heat in the room as it washes over him. He stays asleep, unaware that you have left the bed. The sound of a shirt falling to the floor and then the padding of your feet on the floor as you walk out the kitchen doesn't bother him, not in the slightest. He stays asleep in the bed...resting...peacefully...comfortably...safe.

A faint smile plays across his mouth as he sleeps. You quickly but quietly stand at the door to see if he's  okay and you see him smile while sleeping and the sight warms your heart. I go back to the kitchen.

Matt lies there asleep...his expression so peaceful, so content...such a sight makes your heart fill with warmth and joy. You can't be happier than seeing him asleep, peacefully resting...a sight that…you know...could never get old...not even for a moment. A soft hum leaves Matt's lips as he sleeps...he turns on his side and the blanket falls, exposing his arm as he sleeps...he's completely at peace and in his element...so peaceful...so peaceful...he looks so peaceful, it seems so unfair to dare wake him.

But it was starting to get late and you had already eaten breakfast. It was close to noon and Matt was still asleep, you wanted him to eat something. So you decided to go to the bed and lay down beside him quietly to wake him up.

Matt remains asleep, still peaceful and calm.  A quiet hum escaped his lips as his breathing remained slow, even and steady...a faint, peaceful sigh left his lips as he continued to sleep.  As you lay next to him, he nuzzled slightly closer to you without waking up. It made you smile how quick he reached for you. A faint purring escapes his lips as he nuzzles closer to you. It seems as if he's trying to wrap himself around you, trying to get as close as he can...it's an instinct to protect, and to never be away.  Even in his sleep, Matt protects his loved wife. You can't deny that, after all, you loved these moments with Matt. So you cuddled closer to him while smiling.

He remains asleep, a small smile still on his face as he cuddles up with you. He seems to want nothing more than to be with his woman, even while he sleeps. He smiles more and he wraps himself around her even more tightly. His breathing remains slow and steady, as if he weren't moving at all. The peaceful sight around him is enough to make anyone feel safe and calm. It's just so beautiful. You kiss his forehead and play with his hair trying to wake him from his sleep.

Matt slowly wakes up after a few moments, his eyes flutter open and then he fully wakes when he sees you playing with his hair. He smiles at you as he wakes up. "You know I love this, don't you?  You playing with my hair...it always makes me feel so...so safe and happy." Matt says with a rasp in voice that you loved so much. He yawns.

 "I'd love to sleep here for a million hours.  I feel so happy, so full of love when I lay next to you." He smiles, his voice filled with a genuine feeling of joy.

You smile at his words. "I'm happy to know that baby, and I'm sorry to wake you up but it's just you need to eat and drink water. It's been a while since you last ate, and especially after last night you need it".

"Don't worry about it...I was just so comfortable next to you that I think I could sleep all day...but you have a point". Matt sits up and yawns again.

"I guess it has been quite a few hours...I'm sure my body needs nourishment". He stretches and then gets up.

"Well...I should get ready for us to have some lunch then.  Any requests?  Something you feel like eating?"

"I don't mind anything, whatever you want to eat is fine".

Matt chuckles. "Alright...give me a quick few minutes and I'll have something ready for us that we'll enjoy". He smiles at you and gives you a small, affectionate squeeze on your hand. He moves his head towards your direction and the smile he gives you is one of pure affection, one of pure, unbridled happiness...he is so happy with you, he could never express it enough but that little squeeze of your hand is enough to convey all of it. A genuine and true feeling of pure love is something which seems to radiate from his soul.

You smile back at him and you get off the bed to look for some clothes to wear for our little lunch date. Matt hears as you get off the bed and as you walk away, and it's like he can feel the curves of your body and the way you move. It's enough to make him breathless just by hearing or feeling you...he smiles again and his heart starts to flutter at the thought of you.  He can't help but smile at the whole situation that he's been thrown into, and how incredibly happy the whole dynamic makes him feel.  He continues to hear you choose a dress that he loves and a soft smile plays across his face...he can't get enough of how lucky he feels.

Matt smiles at you and he walks over to you and  gives your hand a small squeeze and begins to think. He wants his woman to be completely happy, and he can't think of a place he'd be happier than having her by his side.

"Well, what about a picnic?  We can have everything we want to eat and we can take it to the park and have a perfect day together."

"Matt, you know everything is perfect as long as I am with you and you are with me." You wrap your arms around him.

Matt returns the hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you, the feelings of warmth and safety washing over him again.  He closes his eyes, a smile on his face as he enjoys this moment more than anything else.

"I feel so loved with you, sweetheart.  Your love is something that I'll treasure and cherish as long as I am alive.  I am the lucky one in this relationship...you are the reason for everything good that is in my life."

[seramilla]

Looking at the poll I haven't really thought of Emily and Velvette but I do like the idea. I am imagining that in a AU where Sera and Carmilla are already together and Carmilla already See's Emily as a daughter. I wonder which of them would be more upset upon learning they are dating

(I am easing back into answering asks. Please be kind to my inbox.)

Sera doesn't know Velvette like Carmilla does. Sure, she's one of those annoying Vees Carmilla comes home and complains about after every Overlord meeting, but she's never really met the woman. She's never witnessed how manipulative and calculating the Vees and Velvette can be. And Emily is just so new to Hell and innocent to the ways and wiles of Sinners. She never stood a chance. Especially not when Velvette uses one of her patented love potions on her to...help Emily along.

The first time Sera sees Velvette so much as touch Emily's arm, putting her face close to Emily's and working that spell on her, Sera's instinct is to freeze, brain not quite understanding what she's seeing. Emily...with a powerful Overlord...who is hanging off the smaller angel's arm like an accessory. Like she is so obviously up to something. Velvette doesn't quite have the reputation of Valentino...but she can sure romance with the best of them. Even if most of the time it's artificial and manufactured in a lab. Sera is as rigid as a statue, unsure how to react or process what she's seeing.

How had she...how had Velvette even gotten close to Emily?? She and Carmilla were in the gardens of the Carmine estate that afternoon, just enjoying one of the least hot and humid days that Hell has seen in a while, and suddenly, Emily waltzes right through the gate with Velvette in tow, smiling like one of Carmilla's mortal enemies isn't holding her hand delicately in her grasp.

Sera becomes rigid, too stunned to speak. Carmilla has no such qualms. Immediately, she clocks what Velvette is doing. Carmilla bolts across the yard, faster than the time it takes Sera to blink, and slams Velvette against the hard angelic steel rungs of the fence erected around her home. Carmilla holds her large claws to Velvette's neck, threatening to squeeze the life out of her if the shorter woman even dares twitch in her grasp.

"Emily," Carmilla says, voice so full of mirth and rage, it barely even registers as Carmilla's. She doesn't once take her eyes off Velvette. "Go to Sera. Right now!"

"But Carmilla..."

"Do what I fucking said! I won't ask you again! Now!"

Emily doesn't question her further. Just looks on in concern as the natural disaster that is Carmilla Carmine in a bad mood turns back to face Velvette, presenting her with the full force of a mother whose child is being threatened. That's what Emily is now. Hers and Sera's responsibility. Not Velvette's, or anyone else's. HERS.

"I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, you insolent little brat," Carmilla grows, shoving Velvette up against the fence again for good measure, until she practically pushes Velvette's head between two of the slats. "You're lucky I don't tear your face off and shove it up your ass for using that girl to break in here."

Velvette cries out at the feel of angelic steel beginning to burn through her clothing, but despite the pain, she grins up at Carmilla, knowing she'd very nearly gotten the better of her.

"Then why don't you, you old fossil?" Velvette chortles, squeezing Carmilla's hand around her neck with her own claws, very nearly breaking the skin. "Maybe I actually like her. Would that be so hard to believe?"

Carmilla snarls and shoves Velvette even harder into the fence, until she can practically smell smoke coming off the younger woman's skin. Velvette tries to maintain her cold demeanor, but can't hide the whimper of pain, and then the scream as the steel burns through her dress around her shoulder blades.

"Because I don't want a fucking civil war on my hands, you petulant child!"

""All right!" Velvette shouts, squirming and writhing fruitlessly to get out of Carmilla's grasp. "Carmilla, please! Fine! You win! I fucking give! Just let me down!"

Carmilla drops Velvette on the ground with a thud, the smaller overlord landing hard on her knees and having to catch herself before she falls over on her side. The back of her dress is burned through, and there is a charcoal-like scorch mark on the fence where Carmilla had been holding her up. Velvette staggers to her feet. She winces, trying to reach around to her back to soothe the pain, but unable to reach it.

"You can walk out of here with just that injury today," Carmilla warns, never once taking her eyes off Velvette, as the fashionista limps her way pathetically back toward the gate. "But if I ever catch you near Emily again with one of your potions, I will murder you. There will be nothing left for your comrades to find. Truce, be damned. Do you understand me?"

Velvette ignores her, opening the gate, and squeezing herself weakly through the barely open slats.

"Velvette! Answer me! Do you understand?!" Carmilla shouts again.

"I'm not promising you anything, windbag," Velvette responds, even though there is no energy behind it. Carmilla has taken all the fight out of her. She slams the gate closed behind her, pathetically weak, and Carmilla keeps an eye on her as she disappears down the street, back toward the Vee's tower.

[thebluestbluewords]

pie dough woes

"It's not even good yet!" Jane cries. "Stop stealing all the pastry, there's going to be none left for the filling! You're going to become a raw pie if you keep it up!" 

"You're a raw pie." Jay manages, yanking his hand back out of Jane’s rolling pin range with a handful of dough scraps that he doesn’t deserve. There’s not even cinnamon on them yet, and if he’d just wait, and stop ruining all her plans they’d be twice as nice with the cinnamon and butter mixture she’s got planned for them. 

"You're a delicious baked pie,” Carlos says earnestly, turning his huge and terrible begging eyes up at Jane. "You're perfect and hot and a harbinger of good things into all of our lives." 

Much like a pie (baked), Jane is not going to melt under this pressure. Her butter has already solidified through the transformative cooking process, and she's got nothing left in her to be melted, even by sweet boyfriends with swoon-worthy puppy dog eyes. 

She props her elbows up on the countertop, careful of the flour bowl she's got out by her left elbow to dust the minipie dough with as she works. 

"You're very sweet, but if you eat any more of my pastry," Jane threatens. "I'm going to need to kick you out of the kitchen. And I'll feel bad about it, and then you'll be directly responsible for making me feel bad, and that's not what good boyfriends do." 

"Lucky 'or 'ou--" Jay tries. 

Jane dips her fingers into the flour bowl. If they're going to be menaces in her kitchen, there are consequences that all boys must face. "Choose your next words carefully." 

Jay wisely chooses to swallow the mouthful of raw dough he's stolen from her minipie preparations before trying again. "I said, lucky for you, we're evil--"

Jane launches her handful of flour at him. 

"Hey!" 

Their kitchen gets morning and afternoon sun because the boys insisted on picking the kitchen with the high, wide windows. It means they need to keep the fans running even in the winter if Jane's doing anything finicky with cold pastry dough, but the sight of her isle boys drinking in the sunlight that spills from the windows most of the day is well worth it. The afternoon sun they've got right now is highlighting the flour stuck to Jay's shirt, his hair, his eyelashes. 

"Oops." Jane says sweetly. "I didn't see you there." 

"Beh." Jay spits. There's sort of a lot of flour in his mouth. Oops.She should probably feel worse about that. "Peh. Ew." 

"I didn't mean for you to swallow it!" Jane cries, but oh, she can't help but laugh too. "I was just-- oh, there's so much in your hair, oh goodness." 

"Janey." 

"Yes!" Jane squeaks. She's doing a poor job at containing her giggles. Jay's eyes look so bright and pretty, even covered in flour. Jane's never looked so pretty before, not even when she's dressed to the nines and cleaned up and not covered in flour and buttery fingerprints from where they'd had a slight incident with part of the cinnamon sugar filling before. 

"You really want us to stop?" 

Oh. 

"I mean, I wanted to make a nice dessert, and it's not-- I like having you here in the kitchen with me, but it's hard to finish the pies when you keep eating all my ingredients, and I had a tray for snails all buttered already, and--" Jane forces herself to slow down, take a breath. There's no reason for her to be anxious about baking. "Don't go away, but please stop eating all my ingredients. They'll taste a lot better once they're baked, and I really do want you to try the pies once they're done." 

Jay smiles at her, flour and all, and Jane can feel the tense muscles all along her back relaxing without anything more than the small reassurance. “Okay. We can stop." 

"Thank you." 

“But you should teach us to make this dough sometime. It’s too good to keep it to yourself.” 

“You don’t—“ Jane laughs, because she can’t stop herself. “You don’t even like baking!” 

Carlos drapes himself over her side, careful and warm and comfortable even though he’s made of bones and dried spaghetti noodles. “Because we don’t know how. It’s not like we had the chance to learn as kids.” 

“I’m not a very good teacher,” Jane warns. “I’m impatient. And you’re too smart for your own good.” 

Carlos leans harder. “You taught me how to straighten my hair properly. That took a lot of patience.” 

“Pastry isn’t quite the same thing as hair, babe. There’s a lot more butter in pastry, if you’re doing it right.” 

“I’ll try putting butter in my hair if you’ll teach us how to make pie,” Jay offers, “you know you want to try butter conditioning. I’ll text Evie about it.” 

“No!” 

“Too late, I’m doing it!” Jay says cheerfully. “Butter—conditioner—thoughts? And send.” 

[gojos-fr-bae]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕯𝖔 𝕻𝖙. 2- 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, drug use, thoughts of su1c1de, panic attack, depressed Gojo

Word Count: 1.1k

H/C- home country

Minors DNI

Gojo stirred from his sleep...again.

He's waking up...again.

Why couldn't he just be at peace for once.

Suddenly he felt so nauseous. And then cam the pain. The strong, unbearable, disgusting, white hot pain.

He ran to the toilet and gagged so hard, trying so hard to throw up the food he hadn't even eaten. When was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember that at a good time let alone when he was throwing up so hard his vision was blurring. But then again, maybe those were his tears as sobs racked his body.

Make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOOP!

Why wouldn't it all just stop. Maybe it was the two bottles of gin he took before bed...or the five sleeping pills...or the kilo of cocaine. All he knew was that he was sitting on his bathroom floor wishing he took all the pills, maybe then they would've stopped his heart.

*Knocks*

"Satoru you're going to be late" Said Nanami, annoyed on the other side of the door.

Gojo slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Satoru?" Nanami tried again, voice sounding slightly more worried this time.

The lack of a response caused him to open the door, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly as he looked down at his best friend.

"Again?"

Satoru looked up at him before letting his shoulders shake, tears cascading down his face as he nodded his head.

"*sigh* Alright, let's get you cleaned up"

~

"She's here" Nanami said to Gojo, now in his office.

"Really?" the latter perked up, rising from his seat.

"Yes but if I may ask, why are you so interested in her?"

"You know she shut down my flirting?"

"And this shocked you because?"

"When last do you remember me being reject by someone with a pussy?"

"You want to go there?" Nanami asked, smirking at Gojo who rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me where she is"

"Staff room, pretty sure she's getting breakfast, you should try it some time,"

"The staff room?"

"Breakfast,"

"Oh you're soo funny"

Satoru groaned before walking out of the office to go find you. Who knows, maybe he'll get lucky today.

~

"Hey~" a deep voice whispered in your ear making you jump in shock and turn around ready to kill whoever was behind you. Unfortunately, that happened to be your new boss.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, how may I help you?"

"Not much just um... getting coffee."

"Ah, let me make you some then, how many sugars?"

"Five,"

"FIVE? What the hell, it's like you don't even want teeth."

"I guess not."

You looked at him like he had three heads before making him the coffee but putting 4 sugars instead of 5.

"So, there's a company dinner tonight for all the new staff, would love to see you there."

"Of course sir, now if you'll excuse me I have to get working."

"Please, go ahead"

"Yes sir," You said before bowing and walking away from him as fast as possible, who knows, maybe you will trip on your heels, twist an ankle and have to miss the dinner.

~

"Woah, and where are you going dressed like such a slut?" Toji asked, leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, looking you up and down while smirking.

For the dinner you chose to wear a light pink, knee length satin dress with a sweetheart neckline. You even straightened your hair and were finishing up on your makeup.

"Well if you MUST know, I'm going for a company dinner."

"Dresses like that? Might ass well just go naked and take birth control. I call dibs on Godfather."

"Yeah yeah, you're just cause ur going to be alone tonight."

"Says who? I'm going to be so busy I had to fill up on condoms."

"As if you'll use them." you snorted, walking past him to pick up your bag and leave.

"You look gorgeous by the way" He whispered, making you turn around and smile at him softly.

"Thank you"

"Uh huh, yeah now fuck off the strippers get here in ten, I don't need them seeing your weird ass, might think I'm cheating on them," He snorted, making you role your eyes and walk out of your shared apartment, wondering why you still put up with him.

~

You walked into the reserved room with a few of your colleagues, making the meeting complete. And you did your best to ignore the fact that your boss saved you the seat right beside him.

"Great! Now that we're all here and situated, I would like to raise a toast to all of you and welcome you to Gojo industries, I look forward to working with all of you. Cheers"

And while everyone was toasting, you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's hand was shaking. You also looked at his face and noticed his pupils were dilated.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, are you okay?" you whispered once everyone had settled down and were immersed in their own conversations.

"Of course, why would you ask?

"Well, it's just that you're shaking, so I was slightly concerned."

"Ah, I didn't even notice, maybe I just need some fresh air, excuse me."

He rose from his seat and made his way out of the room, but you couldn't help but notice how his breathing had sped up slightly and his shoulders tensed. Kinda of weird but then again he seemed like a pretty odd guy so you chose not to question it.

~

You were walking through the restaurant when you passed the back door and heard some heavy breathing. You slowly walked towards it and cracked the door open and shock cannot even begin to express the emotion you were experiencing at that moment.

There was your boss, squatting while leaning against the building wall. But what caused your surprise was his heavy breathing. He was shaking so violently that even though you technically hated his guts you couldn't help but worry.

"Sir? A-are you ok?"

Instead of a response, his breathing quickened. He was...having a panic attack? What the...huh?

"Uhm sir, please calm down." you said in the softest tone you could muster, putting your bag down and trying to pat his back.

"Make it stop, please" you hear him croak, his voice sounded so soft, so weak, so...broken. You'd had your fair share of panic attacks but through the lower half of them, you had Toji to be a shoulder to cry on so you know that being alone while suffering like this was hell. And because of this, you kneeled down and pulled him against you, wrapping your arms tightly around him and placing his head against your neck.

Once you did he began to sob so hard you were pretty sure it was tipping his throat raw. He grabbed your dress so hard he feared he would never be able to let go.

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[soullikethesea]

More parts stuff

I woke up still feeling connected to Fox, and with a book in mind. Remembered that Fox really loved that book. The theme of the book is grief and wondering about being bad.

"Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet – for me, anyway – all that’s worth living for lies in that charm

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

...

A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help."

(From The Goldfinch, by Donna Tart).

It connects to Fox, but to younger parts as well. I felt that conflict so strongly, that who I was was bad. And that, at the same time, there was no escaping it. I could try and try and try, control as much as I possibly could, but my real self would still shine through. I still cared too much, cried too much, loved too much. The best I could do was hide it, but I could never change it - no matter how much it disgusted me.

Fox carries that sense of being unable to escape it and being rejected by adults. Longing for people to please, please care. Please be kind. Please love me. Please welcome me with open arms. Please tolerate me.

I was lucky that my sister tried to help me when she got older. I could feel that she felt sorry for me, that she realized something unjust was going on. She was constantly nauseous, which later turned out to be psychosomatic. She must have been super stressed out from how unsafe things were. My brother was too small too understand. He was very much in his own world.

When I feel connected to Fox, I feel connected to those heavy feelings of badness. It is a responsibility that does not belong to me. It does not belong to you, dear Fox. You don't have to make yourself as small as possible in the hopes of not being offensive. Yes, you are a teenager and teenagers can be difficult to connect with for adults. But perhaps you can think of your sister - she saw something in you that was worth helping? And our mom's new boyfriend, he also connected to you, didn't he?

He must have seen *something* in you, right? And was it hard to connect with him? No, it wasn't. So were you *really* that hard to connect with? What did it take? It only took him showing you where constant snacks were available, that he had a very shy cat that he still loved nonetheless, that he had a gay daughter who was still more than welcome, that he asked questions and read a book you mentioned, that he asked you if you wanted to join for activities. Those things felt threateningly nice. Heart-meltingly, devastatingly, terribly nice. It still makes me cry to think of it. *Someone* saw you and didn't think you were terrible, too much, needed to be reduced. Most adults in your life, Fox, they were overwhelmed. They had no space in their hearts to connect - and that was not your fault. You could have been much happier in different circumstances and much more loved. I'm with you in this shame and grief that was not your fault. I'm with you in the anger about how much it still holds you back. I wish I could scoop you up and save you. You're not too old to be saved, darling. I think you might like to read another book. It's called "A Closed and Common Orbit".

A quote:

"In that moment, she could feel a bridge stretching between her as she was right then – giggling and gasping in a spaceship kitchen – to her at four years old, sucking algae gunk from her nails in the dark. She felt as though she could reach out to that little girl and pull her through the years. Look, she’d say. Look who you’re gonna be. Look where you’re gonna go."

I'm not saying that life is perfect now, but we are more comfortable now. More accepted. Less scared. And you are welcome here as well, Fox. You don't have to carry the pain and bury it along with yourself. I'm sending cozy blankets and hot chocolates and hugs and caring looks and peace and quiet. I'm sending the message along that in this moment, right now, things are alright.

[maninthemiroh]

My CM DR as Incorrect Quotes P2

John: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? Strauss: No. Me: No. John: Didn't think so.

Dave, to Spencer and I: Woah, dude, premarital hand holding? That’s totally not groovy! Me, squinting: How many wives have you had? Dave, putting his hands up, placatingly: Touché.

Aaron, to Emily and Luke: I need both of you to help, and by "help,” I mean “do literally anything.” Emily, smirking deviously: Anything? Aaron: Aaron: I sense that I’ve made a mistake.

*While the team is in a shootout* Tara, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! Derek: Take it back now, y'all!

Spencer: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was, “Woah, it’s canon,” and I think that maybe things like that are why Corvid made me get tested, too.

Dave to Kate: If we’re in trouble, just throw JJ, Aaron, and Corvid at the problem, then hope for the best.

Spencer: Are you having another depressive episode? Me: A depressive episode? Me: I'm having a depressive series, and we're just on season one.

John: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Dave: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Alex, discreetly texting Kate: Alex, help! Me and Corvid are being kidnapped! Kate: Where are you? Alex: We’re with some strange man in a car, and Corvid is asleep. Help! Kate: I'll call Spencer. Spencer, answering his cell: Y'ello? Kate: Alex texted me and said she and Corvid were being kidnapped. Spencer: Whaddya mean, they're both with me- Spencer:Spencer, hanging up: I'll call you back. Spencer: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Alex: WHO ARE YOU!?

Derek on Monday, glueing a dime to the sidewalk: Heh, heh, heh. Derek on Wednesday, walking down the street: Ooh, a dime! Must be my lucky day :)

JJ, holding the aforementioned item out to me: I made this friendship bracelet for you.Me, squinting: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.JJ, retracting her hands: You don’t have to wear...Me, snatching it from her: No, I’m going to wear it forever, fuck off.

Matt: Emily, what did you do!?Emily: I took your advice. I stopped running from the problem, and I tackled it head on. Matt: I meant try emotional honesty, not murder!!

Tara: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Matt, embarrassed: Killed someone.

Derek: Working sucks.Derek: I want to be a malewife where my only responsibilities are being sexy and cute.

Kate: You need a hobby. Penelope: I have a hobby! Kate: Hitting Luke isn't a hobby.

Linda Barnes: *Is lying on the floor with her eyes closed*Dave: Hey, is she sleeping or dead?Kate, shrugging: Hopefully dead, I hated her. Dave, nodding: Yeah, me too.Linda Barnes, sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

Me: You’d be stupid to genuinely try and fight me. Luke: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

Tara: They made Penelope cry!Matt: Penelope always cries! Penelope, already tearing up: That's not true!

Derek: Don’t worry, I have a permit.Aaron: This just says, “I can do whatever I want.”

Emily: I like your new pants! Spencer: Thanks, they were 50% off!Emily, winking: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. Spencer: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.Emily: That’s... not what I meant. Spencer: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Luke.

John and I: We’re not funny, we’re just really mean, and people think we’re joking.

Matt: Thank you for not saying, "I told you so." Me, shrugging: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

Derek: Is this about me? Luke: No. Derek: Then I've lost interest.

John: Do you have a second to talk about the environment?Strauss, drunk again: Do you have a second to eat my farts?

Penelope to Spencer: You should change your passwords to "incorrect." Then, every time you forget it, the system will remind you, “Your password is incorrect.”.

Emily: Corvid likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Matt: What’s up with you? Luke: What do you mean?Matt: You’ve been nice, helpful, and actually funny all day. What’s your game?

John: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. John: Weight loss? Drink water.John: Clear skin? Drink water.Me: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

Spencer, talking to Matt: You’re trying to lure me into a false sense of security! Well, joke’s on you! I’ve never been secure in my life! And I’m not about to start now!

Dave: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Spencer, sighing: Fine, we're cowabunga.

Alex: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?Me: I only like dark humor.Alex, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? Me:Alex: An impasta!

Aaron: I just had a long talk with Luke and Penelope about hitting, and now they are yelling, “It’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

Derek: If I run and leap at Corvid, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Derek, running towards me: Incoming!Me: No! I’m holding coffee!Me, resigned: *Drops coffee and catches Derek*

Me: Dammit, you ruin everything! Strauss: You're welcome.

Strauss: Gagak isn’t answering my calls. Aaron: Allow me. Strauss: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Me, answering on the first ring: Hello?

Tara: Are you sure Spencer’s going to be able to handle that Ikea furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff… JJ: Why are you worried? Ikea is easy to navigate! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for him, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it! *JJ’s phone rings* Spencer: Hey, so I’m at Lowes… Tara: … Tara: I should have gone with the monkey.

Me: I told Spencer to grab snacks for everyone.Derek, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes fruit snacks? *Aaron, Alex, Dave, Emily, Luke, Penelope, and Spencer raise their hands.*

Penelope: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Me: Okay. Penelope: And make out during the scary parts. Me: Th- Me: The scary parts. Me: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Luke: *Is hugging me*. Penelope: Hey, it's my turn to hug Corvid! Penelope: *Grabs Corvid* Emily, kicking down the door: What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! Luke: No, it's still my turn! Me, suffocating: Guys, you know I barely like affection as is, now you’re trying to schedule it…? Luke: But we need the moral support! Penelope: And you're like a giant teddy bear! Emily: If I don't hug you right now, I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. Me, tiredly: Fine.

Tara, on the phone: Where are you? Emily: I told you, I’m at home. Tara: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again? *Skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

Supervillain!Unsub: I have an army. Matt, shrugging: We have a Corvid.

JJ: I need life advice. Penelope, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Luke: The best part of an Oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Me: Darkness without light is an abyss, and light without darkness is blinding; you cannot have a coin with one side. Luke: YO, SOCRATES, IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Spencer: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Dave: You’re too young to have enemies. Spencer: You don’t even know.

End note: All quotes, though many were modified, originally hail from this link!

Divider credits: @/i-mmaculatus and @/v6quE

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[mooodyblue]

could I request little!reader being frustrated and moody with how busy Elvis is, and becomes bratty because of it? Elvis realizes she hasn’t had time to be little in a good while and helps her slip? <3

i was so so excited to write this i've been hoping someone would request little!reader i had to write this immediately 😭 thank you for the request!!

love you | little!reader x cg!elvis

warnings: age regression, little space, slight angst

wc: 749

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today sucked. it was supposed to be just you and elvis doing nothing all day. you had been busy with your own work and finally had some free time on the same day elvis had free time as well. he had this whole day planned until he was asked to come in for a 'emergency' recording session. normally, you wouldn't mind. when you first started dating elvis, you knew what you'd be getting yourself into. he had a lot of responsibilities and that was fine. but lately it felt like he didn't have much time for you. did he even love you anymore? you missed waking up every morning and having breakfast together and now you were lucky if you'd even get to have dinner together.

the angry thoughts in your head were interrupted as elvis walked through the door, an apologetic look on his face as he saw you sat in the living room all alone. "baby, i'm so sorry."

you crossed your arms. "you left me this morning. again."

"i know and like i said, i'm sorry. i got called in the studio this morning and thought i could make it back before you got up."

you scoffed, "yeah, whatever."

elvis didn't expect you to be this mad or upset about him leaving. it's not like he had left for the whole day. they even asked him to stay longer but he just wanted to get home to you.

there was a silent pause between you and elvis for a moment to collect your thoughts. "is there someone else? another girl? is that why we never get to spend time with eachother anymore? where's my attention?" you snapped. "do you even love me anymore? why don't you just go back to the studio and spend time with your new-"

"woah!" he gasped. "what has gotten into you?"

"i don't wanna talk to you anymore." you got up and marched past him, bumping shoulders as you attempted to wander off to another room away from him. elvis grabbed ahold of your arm to stop you from walking away from him and this conversation. "i'm not lettin' you talk to me that way. what in the hell is goin' on with you?"

that seemed to have shocked you into silence as you looked at him. your eyes glossy and full of hurt. "y-you never have time for me anymore, nobody has time for me anymore. this week has been so hard and all i wanted to do was spend time with you a-and 'm just so tired and you weren't here this morning and-"

"oh honey..." he pulled you into a tight hug as you softly cried on his shoulder. elvis felt bad about always being away. he only ever wanted to be with you but this whole week had been busy for you and him. he couldn't even remember the last time you slipped into your little space and had him take care of you. maybe that was why you'd been so overwhelmed this morning. "daddy's sorry for leaving you all alone." he said, hoping the sudden name will cause you to slip.

there was a sudden change of look in your eyes, your expression softening. you shook your head in hopes of shaking away that floaty feeling you know so well when you feel yourself fall in your little headspace. as much as you desperately needed to give yourself some time to relax, you didn't want to put that burden on elvis. "don't-"

"it's okay. let daddy take care of you, please baby?" he caressed your cheek, using his thumb to wipe the tears that covered your cheeks. you nodded sadly, allowing him to take your hand and squeeze it tightly. "don't ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me, i promised i'd be the best damn daddy i could possibly to ya. let me keep my promise, little."

you sniffled softly, nodding again. "'m sorry daddy."

"what are you sorry for?" he frowned.

"bein' mean to you."

elvis knew you didn't mean what you said, but he wasn't all that mad. you had every right to be upset. "you got nothin' to apologize for. how 'bout a bubble bath? then we'll see how your feeling then. sound okay?"

you let out a small hum of approval, feeling yourself get more comfortable. "thank you, daddy." you said softly. "love you."

he gave you a soft smile in return. "anything for my baby."

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[ppnuggie]

          𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙏𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇

　　『　female human reader + megatron ,, optimus prime   』

　　—  chapter two || 3am hampter merch drippin

　　— second chapter how we feeling 😎😎 we wanting more of this ? got more of a writing portion bc gotta write the actual story too 🙄 but theres still the chats n stuff yuhhh ,, the chapter titles are the lyrics to the song hampter gotta ball by jakerton 🫶 dope song

　　＜　one , three , four , five    ＞

        honking followed behind you ,, dookie face started to flap his wings as he took off in a flight. you werent too sure what the hell you did to anger him but he definitely had beef with you. once again ,, looking like a fool ,, you took off running like the fbi was after your ass.

        he chased you around the block ,, and through an alley way. you were definitely going to be late ,, not sure how late but late late. the honking only got louder ,, running through the open field of the ghost agency. luckily for you ,, dot was just up ahead.

        " DOT !!" you screamed ,, whimpering out as you kept running for your life. "DOOKIE FACE IS BEHIND ME HELPPPP !!" you cried ,, running towards the woman and hiding behind her. she rolled her eyes ,, already done with your antics and it isnt even 10 am.

        with her magic ,, the goose instantly stopped. it felt like one of those movies ,, where two cowboys are standing and facing each other ,, where they give the ' the town aint big enough for us both ' and have their standoff. you swore the goose glared at you ,, kicking its feet up in the dust and waddling away back to his wife. she was probably in on it all too ,, you were absolutely sure of it.

hands found themselves wrapped around dot's waist ,, cries of thanks falling from your lips. " oh thank you ! thank you thank you thank you dottie !!" you cried ,, the woman giving you an unimpressed look. " you missed the meeting you know ,," she crossed her arms. your eyes widened ,, staring in disbelief.

" WHAT ?!" she rolled her eyes ,, helping you up from the ground and walking towards her ranger jeep. " schloder already knows why ,, so its not too big of a deal . but we've also been assigned those cybernetic sleeves ." she held up her arm ,, showing it to you. " i was lucky enough to be paired with elita ,, optimus however ,," she shook her head at the thought.

" what ? schloder paired himself with big o ?" you snorted ,, and dot nodded her head in confirmation. " lord have mercy on that man ,, optimus is gonna be suffering ." you leaned on the window as dottie got inside her jeep. the car beeped at her ,, before she turned it on.

" who did i get assigned ? or was i not special enough to be chosen ?" you asked ,, raising a brow at the woman. she only smirked in response ,, before bidding her goodbyes and leaving. you werent all too sure what the look was for ,, but it couldn't mean anything good.

grumbling to yourself ,, you walked inside the ghost agency. the large hallways consumed you ,, towering around your smaller form as you walked along the all too perfectly straight walls. though luck had shined on you ,, spotting wheeljack up ahead. you broke into a sprint ,, shouting for the scientist as you skidded to a stop in front of him.

" good evening wheeljack !" you waved at him ,, giving a soft smile to the mech. " good mornin' ,, ya missed the meetin' by the way ,," his servo came around your waist as he picked up off the ground gently. he set you on his shoulder ,, continuing his path towards both of your workshops. the two of you were work partners ,, as he constructed and built the devices ghost uses ,, and you design and code them. the two of you worked fast and well ,, never really having a problem with one another and bouncing ideas off each other.

" yeah i know ,, its not my fault !" you were quick to complain about your recent rodeo this morning. " dookie face just has something against me ,, and i'm not even that sure what it is . oh yeah ,, who did i get partnered with for the experiment ? was it you ?" you smirked at the mech ,, who in turned chuckled and shook his head. " nah it aint me ,, it's megatron ." he spoke ,, the lab doors opening as he walked you both inside. you slid off his shoulder and onto the counter ,, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

wheeljack snickered at your expression ,, turning his back on you as he went straight to working on the latest device. " no need for the look ,, he aint so bad ya know . besides ,, this aint gonna last for long ,, its just an experiment afta all ." he shrugged ,, servos moving to drill pieces and bits together.

" when does the experiment start though ? or has it already started ?" you questioned ,, taking a moment to chill out on your not so comfortable chair. it felt like sleeping on bricks ,, if anything. you werent sure why ghost didnt spend the money to get cheaper and comfortable chairs instead of these expensive prison cell feeling chairs.

" pretty sure hes waitin for ya ,, in the meeting room ,," wheeljack replied humming to himself as he continued working. you sighed ,, letting your head roll from side to side before jumping to your feet. the meeting room was quite a ways from your lab / workshop ,, and you cursed wheeljack for not just taking you there in the first place.

you walked along the big halls once more ,, sighing as you dragged your feet along the flooring. your legs were already tired and aching ,, having to be chased by dookie face and now having to walk the halls that take hours to get to anywhere. you wondered if ghost would fire you soon ,, having been late a few times now. they could easily replace you ,, find people who actually showed up on time and worked faster than you. maybe wheeljack would've appreciated it. the thought has your heart swelling ,, frown forcing itself on your face.

" (y/n) ,, there you are ." the familiar scottish accent rang through the air ,, frown turning into a thin line as you glanced up at the giant mech. megatron stood before you ,, crouching to his knee as he laid one arm over it. " where've ye been ? was it the goose again ?" he asked ,, holding his servo out for you.

" how'd you know ?" you snickered ,, climbing onto the warm metal and gripping tightly to his digits as he raised his servo up. you were quick to settle yourself against his shoulder ,, making yourself comfortable on the mech. " so ,, ive heard we've been paired together ?" you raised a brow at him ,, holding tightly to the metal of his body as he walked down the hall. " yeah ,, everyone else has their 'sleeves' on ,, or whatever wheeljack has called em ." he replied ,, making his way down the hall and being mindful of you ,, moving slower than usual so you wouldn't slip off and fall to the floor.

" and ,, let me guess ,, schloder paired himself with optimus ?" you asked ,, taking notice of the path towards the meeting room. megatron only hummed ,, giving you the only answer you needed. immediately you bursted in a fit of snickers ,, holding your hand to your mouth to keep yourself from full on laughing. " oh i feel bad for him ,, poor optimus ,," you shook your head ,, megatron's face plates lifting up in a smile upon hearing your little giggle fit at the silliness of schloder's schemes.

the meeting room was a large cleared out space ,, with a large platform in the middle for the bots and humans. it was large and tall enough that the bots could rest their arms on it ,, and help their human companions up on the table ,, so everyone would be at equal eye level. it was much better than having the bots squat or sit down to reach human eye levels ,, as that had happened in the past and didnt prove beneficial for anyone. laid upon it was a small sleeve and much larger one.

megatron's hand came to grasp you gently ,, setting you down on the table. you walked towards where the 'sleeves were' ,, wasting no time to put yours on. it was a little snug but overall not bad ,, fit well and was comfortable ,, and surprisingly not itchy. megatron slid his over his arm ,, fitting his servo through the opening. " so ,, does it turn on automatically or ??" you raised a brow and megatron shrugged at you. a small green button was on the underside ,, and you being you ,, you pressed it. a hologram of wheeljack waist up showed ,, a smile on his face as he stared before he started to talk.

        " howdy yall ! these are mah new cybernetic emotion sleeves ,, improved 101 ,, best of the best !" he winked. lord have mercy ,, this man ,, megatron looked unimpressed as he stared at the hologram. " so you're trying yer c.e.s for the first time ,, and yer wondering ' what does it do ?' well ,, thats where ah come in to help !" he placed his servos on his hips as he looked smug. " first ,, these are meant to improve cyba-tronian and human relations ,, probably not the most effective way but definitely a way ! they're meant ta share emotions with your partner ,, so yer partner will know what yer feelin at times ,, unless ya take it off of course ."

        " all ya've gotta do is press the little circle in blue on the top ." you followed his instructions ,, pressing the button and listening in to what he said next. " now ,, all ya've gotta do is touch the hand or servo of your partner ,, and yer connected ! its as easy as that !" he nodded to himself ,, chuckling in the process. megatron raised his servo in front of you ,, your own hand reaching out and pressing against his palm.

        at first ,, nothing happened ,, until after a minute and suddenly everything went black.