#and so she reluctantly lets him stay after they beg her (they asked once and she folded immediately)

[nellandvoid]

as i’m procrastinating some designs for the main players in diane’s dimension, here are some of her inter-dimensional gaggle of children!

around 6 years into her time as a dimensional traveler, diane set up a rest stop of sorts (that became her home) at the outskirts of the nightmare dimension for anyone who finds themselves suddenly forced out of their home dimension, or in urgent need of supplies

however, whenever a child finds themselves in that position, diane takes it upon herself to watch after and take care of them, even refusing to take bounties unless absolutely necessary, until they are old enough to decide for themselves if they want to stay or leave - these three are the ones who choose to stay

furthest left is Hg80, from a dimension where people are made out of elements from the periodic table (diane’s nickname for them is hattie)

in the middle is charlie simmons, an outcast from the finger dimension after being born with syndactyly (hence why he wears gloves)

and furthest right is velquus caballissi, from a dimension where the most intelligent species are dinosaur-horse-bug-adjacent, and who fell into the nightmare realm just after hatching

[marcsburnerphone]

Bars and broken hearts

Simon Riley x F!reader 

Summary: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.

Warnings: angst, betrayal, infidelity?, guilt, heartbreak, not a happy ending, alcohol consumption, lmk if I’m missing anything.

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“Well I think you should go.” you say to your fiance who's currently trying to back out of plans he promised to attend with his mates, again.

“Why can't you just beg me to stay isn’t that what you’re are supposed to do.” he says in a whine although with a gruff voice like his only you could pick up on the slight change.

“And hear Johnny complain in my ear the next time I see him cause you’re never out of the house, yeah no thanks.” you say while stirring honey into your cup of tea. You can practically feel the holes his eyes are burning into your skull.

“You know they are always up to no good when we go out.” he says in a condescending tone.

“I trust you.” he has never given you a reason not to.

“You should they’d never let anything come between us, they love you more than me.” he says while slowly approaching you from the back planting a firm kiss to your cheek.

“So you’ll be attending then?” you say gleefully.

“Yeah, just this once though, gives me leeway to say no next time.” you laugh softly, simon and his thought out plans to get out of leaving home.

“I'll drop you off, don't look too good.” you say turning around, he gives you a strong kiss on the lips, tangling his large hand into your hair as his other hand squeezes gently at your ass groaning roughly as he hikes your thigh onto his waist.

“Yeah, nice try.” you say pushing him away reluctantly.

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” You do want him to stay.

“I’m sure.” he groans, walking off into your shared bedroom carelessly pulling a black shirt and pants off a hanger, nearly snapping them.

You laugh to yourself taking a seat onto the couch as he noticeably makes his steps extra heavy on his way to the bathroom. You patiently wait for him, swiping mindlessly through social media.

“Right, I'm ready.” his voice slightly startles you and he quickly softens his attitude.

“If you would’ve kissed me looking like this i might’ve just kept you in.” you sigh into his mouth pulling him down for a kiss.

“Later I arrive, the later I leave, let's go.” you drive him to a pub not too far from your home. His hand squeezes at your thigh the whole way there until you arrive.

“I'll see you in a bit, I love you.” the corner of his mask lifts slightly.

“Better not be late for me doll, I love you more by the way.” he says while shutting the door waving you off.

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“Aww where’s the lass?” Johnny questions still mostly sober.

“At home she said she’ll join next time.” Simon lies, you hate babysitting three 200 pound plus men after a long night.

“Tell her I promise to not empty my stomach in her car next time, I swear it.” soap says while ordering a round of shots.

“Like she’d believe that after the past TWO times.” Johnny looks remorseful as Gaz laughs then gags remembering what it was like to sit in the backseat with him.

“I feel like we're going to get into some trouble tonight.” Johnny says while downing his third shot early into the night. “When is a night with you not trouble?” gaz says to the two men smiling widely.

“When is a night with me not fun you mean.” Johnny says with a devilish smirk.

“Chaos you mean?.” Simon quips.

“All of those sound like a good time to me.” Johnny says while waving down the bartender again.

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“You’ll be approaching married life soon.” Johnny says with slightly slurred speech.

“Indeed I will.” It makes a tipsy drunk Simon smile as he lifts the bottom of his mask to take a swig of the whiskey in his glass.

“Think you’ll be having little ones running around soon?” gaz asks, he could see the big scary ghost with a daughter or two. Simon smoothens his mask before talking.

“Maybe, me and miss talk about it sometimes but nothing ever too serious, she’d make a great mum though.” The boys love just how in love he is with you.

“Will you name one of em after me?” Johnny asks.

“Funny joke mate.” They all laugh.

“Lass we’ll take another round.” heads snap towards him.

“Johnny!” Both simon gaz exclaim their nearly 8 shots in each and a couple of other drinks the result of tonight's starting to sound like alcohol poisoning.

“What’s wrong with a little fun once in a while.”

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“I miss my wife.” Simon says, eyes glossed over and a severe need to taste your mouth. 

“Will we be throwing you a bachelor party?” Simon scoffs.

“This is my bachelor party, enjoy it.” Johnny groans at his awfully boring best lad.

“I have to take a piss be back.” Johnny says, excusing himself. Gaz and simon give each other a look knowing full well he went to the mens room less than ten minutes ago.

“What’s that about?” Gaz asks.

“Don't know but ima text the missus to come save me.” Simon says whipping out his phone instantly happier by the picture of you on his lock screen.

After sending you a quick text he agrees to one more round as Johnny rejoins, what he doesn't notice is as he tossed his head back Johnny slipped his phone into the back pockets of his jeans mistaking it for his own.

“Why do you look like that?” Gaz questions the mischievous smirk on Johnny's face.

“No reason.” 

“Oh no johnny what’d you do.'' They follow his eyeline as a woman, definitely a hooker walk from the hall where the bathrooms are definitely heading towards them. 

“Hey boys.” she says, running a hand down Simon's chest.

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You’ve tried simons phone nearly six times now and nearly circled this block three times to let him know you’re here. You call once more groaning loudly as the voicemail starts once again. You search the busy street for parking, getting lucky as a car pulls out from the front of the pub.

You step out into the chilly london air not caring to pay for parking this shouldn't be long anyways. It's busier than you’d ever seen it, you wrap your arms tightly around yourself considering you're in thin pajamas, Simon emits too much heat to sleep in anything else.

Finding your way to the bar knowing where they usually sit you keep your eyes peeled for him excited to get him home and finish what he started earlier. That's until you see him. You see her first actually, snaking her hands around the back of his clothed head where yours were merely hours ago. His eyes are pointed towards her breast as she puts on quite the show, grinding slowly on his lap, flicking her tongue out onto his cloth covered ear. Simon’s hazed eyes are seeing you, like a dual reality that goes back and forth between a random woman and the woman he loves. Words are unable to leave your mouth so you stand there in utter horror until reality catches up to you.

“Simon.” your voice comes out in a whisper as the three men's heads turn towards you. The woman who looked like she’d been having a good time on Simon's lap also looks towards you, then the ring on your finger. The three of them had never become sober so fast in their lives.

“Oh god.” you feel sick, turning around quickly and bee lining for the door as your eyes tunnel vision.

“Get off me.” Simon says awfully harshly as Gaz looks disappointed towards johnny.

He’s after you in seconds, strides long and quick. You're at an arm's length when he tries to pull you back but misses by a thread. Times moving in slow motion for the both of you and this pub has never been so large.

“Wait, I swear that wasn't what it looked like.” His deep and loud voice causes the other patrons to look your way. Gaz and Johnny are steps behind him as he rushes as quickly as he can.

When the outside hits you, so do the tears. Your hand grips weakly at the spot of your shirt above your heart. It feels like the wind has been knocked from you and the world is crumbling around you. 

“Love i swear-” you turn around quickly slapping him across the face. It stuns you but not him; he simply looks back towards you.

“Deserved that.” 

“Lass it was a dumb joke i thought id-” 

“You were supposed to have my back, you guys are like my brothers, is this how it is everytime you come out?” a sob racks through you as they all visibly watch your heart break.

“It's not like that.” Simon tries to calmly explain.

“I'm leaving.” you say slowly walking backwards towards your car getting in quickly and locking the doors before your fiance can try the handle.

“Love, just listen to me i didn't know what was going on.” he shouts through the window as you start pulling out and speeding off as soon as possible.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” he yells to johnny.

“I don't know what I was thinking.” he admits as his drunk actions hit his sober self.

“You need to get a ride home now.” gaz says walking into the street to hail down an overly expensive taxi.

Simon gets in it immediately telling the man your address and slipping him a few extra hundred for speed. His breath is rapid matching the racing pace of his heart. The two other men watch as he leaves.

“You’re so fucked mate.” Gaz says to an already guilty looking johnny.

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Simon nearly tears off the door handle as he exits the car almost two homes ahead and runs there instead. He’s fumbling keys until he realizes you’ve left the door unlocked. Instantly he's searching for you, panicked and in a hurry to soothe your aching heart.

He goes to reach for your shut bedroom door only to realize it's locked. He knocks rapidly once then twice.

“Love let me explain. I swear it's not what it looked like.” he leans his head against the door as you silently cry on the other side.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” wrong choice of words but he meant well.

Before he knows it you're throwing the door open.

“To myself!” you yell as loudly as you can, shoving your hands into his solid chest.

“That's not what I meant.” he says, removing the mask.

“We’re engaged Simon, we were going to get married in a few months.” you cry turning around trying to slam the door on him.

“Were ? No, let me explain.” he says, catching it with the toe of his boot.

“I don't want to hear it, go tell it to whoever that woman was.” you’re infuriating he wants to scream but he knows all hell would break loose had he caught you in the same position.

“Johnny had hired her, I had no idea.” he gets out as quickly as possible.

“And you let her dance and lick on you and hold you the way I hold you.” the disgust on your face as you look at him cuts deeper than any knife.

“I was drunk.” he even thinks that sounds disgusting.

“Cheap fucking excuse.” you say going into your closet grabbing all your clothes and throwing it onto the bed.

“What’re you doing?” it's hushed and laced with panic.

“Leaving.” 

“Like hell you are.” he says quickly, fighting to pull what's in your hands out of them. You’re unwilling to give up at first, grip tighter than ever but he would always win. You fall to the ground and let go. Crying from hurt and frustration. He drops to his knees to meet you on the floor.

He scoops you into his chest as closely as possible, it hurts that you don’t clutch onto him like you normally would. You Are stiff in his arms so visibly uncomfortable. He wants to cry too, he knew he shouldn’t have gone out there's no need when your heart is at home.

“Let go of me.” you say weakly.

“Lets talk.” he says, loosening his grip on you watching as you scurry backwards.

“Nothing you say can make this better.” you admit leaning your head against the wall behind you.

“It wasn't my idea or choice, my love I was wasted.”

“I was waiting outside for you, calling over and over again but you were just too busy being entertained by another woman, how fucking dare you.” you say quietly but firmly.

“I know I fucked up but we cant throw this away just cause one mishap.” he says trying to inch closer to you.

“I would’ve never done that to you.” you say as tears stream smoothly down your reddened cheeks.

“I know.” how does one forgive an action like this he wonders.

“Please get out.” you say through stuttered breaths.

“Love-” 

“Simon, get out or I'll leave.” He rises to his feet in an instance beginning to very slowly make his ways towards the door.

“Hey simon.” you say and his name sounds so rare on your tongue since you've met him he's always been riley or love.

“Yeah.” he says, approaching you crouching down slightly. You reach out, grabbing his hand and placing something into his palm before closing it.

Simon slowly opens his hands fearing what he already knows is there and utterly cringes inside when he sees your ring.

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excited but ready for a little criticism, be easy on me I'm barley getting familiar with the character.

Hope you guys thoroughly enjoyed mwah!

[hiraethwrote]

just come home pt. 2 - satoru gojo

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[satoru gojo - f!reader] ✧ summary: dealing with the breakup has been hard for the both of you, and it doesn't help when your randomly bump into each other ✧ cw: angst, some fluff, denial, slight intoxication, somewhat proofread ✧ word count: 3.6k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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35 days has passed since he had last seen you, let alone heard your voice and he never knew he could miss something so much. The first week after everything had went down, he had blown up your phone in hopes you two could talk it through. But he hadn’t been so lucky, as he was sent straight to voicemail every time.

He was dying to know how you were doing, wondering if you were as miserable without him as he found himself to be without you. Every time he stepped into the abandoned apartment, the scene of you leaving him played over and over in his head. It wasn’t until your friend had picked up all your stuff he realised how imprinted you were in the apartment. It didn’t feel like home to him anymore.

The apartment was, in theory, Satoru’s. In the beginning, you spent the night every now and then. But the relationship was just so intense, quickly escalating to spending the night, every night. Eventually you both figured it was just better you moved in, so you wouldn’t have to travel in between places for small necessities. As time went on, your stuff and decor brought new life to the place, something he had wanted for a long time but never taken the time to do. But now every trace of your time in his apartment was erased and he couldn’t stand being there.

“She’s not telling me anything, Satoru,” Suguru sighed as he was continuously begging him to spill whatever he had heard from you. Throughout your relationship, it was only natural for you to get to know his friends. Therefore, Suguru had reached out to you once he learned what had happened. But much to Satoru’s dismay, you gave short replies, only answering out of pure politeness.

“She’s a chatty person, I find it hard to believe she’s sending you one-word texts.”

With a sigh, Suguru threw his phone at him, taking Satoru by surprise. “Have a look for yourself.” Suguru didn’t have to ask him twice as he instantly entered the texts exchanged between the two of you. Not only did you answer shortly, but you took your sweet time sending any form of reply. But once he saw the last message he had received from you was yesterday, his heart did a small jump. It was the first sign he’d seen himself that you were even alive.

y/n: doing fine. hope you have a nice weekend too :)

His eyes kept staring at the small screen, fighting the urge to start typing anything just to be in contact with you. After a while, he reluctantly handed the phone back to Suguru.

“Happy now?” Suguru asked, earning him a cold glare from Satoru. “If I’m gonna be honest, I thought the two of you had been having issues for a while.” His glare instantly softened and his entire demeanour had changed into one of pure sadness.

“Come again?”

“You can’t be serious, Satoru?” Suguru asked tauntingly, his voice dripping with disappointment. “You hate work. I thought the first time you volunteered to stay after a meeting, you guys had been fighting and you were just being petty.”

“I’m not petty,” Satoru raced to defend himself.

“That’s beside the point!” Suguru said, rolling his eyes. “You know how you can get. I thought you just wanted to piss her off, but it kept happening. I tried asking you about it, but you just brushed it off every time.”

“I’m telling you, we were fine. There were no issues!”

“You keep saying that, but something changed. Satoru, do you remember the last time Shoko or I begged you to shut up about her?” Now that Suguru mentioned it, Satoru began to think about what Suguru had said and realised he was making a point.

He felt as if his heart was breaking all over again, to hear how even his friends had managed to pick up on his blatant disregard for his girlfriend, but it had managed to slip right by him. And because of that, the image of you, choked with tears because of him was forever burned into his mind.

“I just really want her back!” He stuttered, clearly in despair which caught Suguru off guard. For all the times Satoru had explained the situation to his friends, he had never really let his emotions show to anyone. He kept all that locked up until he was sound in his bed, when he couldn’t keep it together anymore. Nearly every night since you’d left, he fell asleep crying.

“It’s not like you deserve it.”

Satoru scoffed. “I never meant for this to happen, Suguru." He really didn’t appreciate his closest friend going against him on the matter, even though he was fully aware it was what he deserved.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” his friend shrugged. “But it did. This is the bed you made, it’s time you lay in it.” Every word that left Suguru’s mouth was entirely true, and Satoru hated himself for it. Ever since he last saw you, he had tried to convince himself this wasn’t his fault, that there was no way for him to have seen this coming. But every time he went down that road, he came to the same conclusion that he could have avoided it a hundred times over.

Satoru was definitely blaming himself enough, to the point where he was in no mood to sit there and listen to his friend spew statements of how badly he screwed up, so he got up from his seat and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t even bother answering Suguru, as he slammed the door behind him as he left.

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It had been the longest and most dreadful 35 days of your life. Luckily, your friend had been kind enough to open her home to you and put absolutely no pressure for you to leave anytime soon.

She’d been asleep when you came banging on her door in the middle of the night, extremely confused at first when you had just collapsed into a bundle of sobs on her living room floor. Once she’d wiped the sleep out of her eyes, she had managed to decipher your broken words into a coherent narrative about how you and Satoru had broken up.

The first week was definitely the worst, huddled up on her couch in a blanket, only getting up to go to the bathroom. She had provided you with whatever you needed; ice cream, movies and takeout. You name it, and she brought it.

You were thankful she’d just let you have some time to be a complete mess before being forced to deal with life again. So after the first week, she started to pull you out of you comfort zone in order for you to start a healing process. At first, she just had you help her cook dinner, then she brought you along to shop for groceries. Before you knew it, you found yourself doing your makeup again which seemed like a huge step. Finally you were putting in some effort in making yourself feel a little better. It felt like a breath of fresh air when you returned to a form of normalcy.

That didn’t mean it hurt any less. In the moments you found yourself thinking about your relationship — past relationship — the sadness struck you all over again, and it didn’t seem like it would fade away just yet. But it had at least become manageable, and it was nice falling asleep without sobbing to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Finally, your progress had resulted in the first social outing since the breakup. Your friend had been invited to a barbecue, and she had begged for you to join her. After some convincing, you decided it would actually be nice to go out and meet some people and regain some of the social life you had lost.

That’s how you found yourself in the grocery store, trying to find anything to bring to the barbecue, not wanting to come empty handed. You stopped your search when you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. Turning to face the person, you immediately froze, your breath hitching in your throat.

A few feet from you, Satoru was standing, his mouth slightly hanging open. You felt your heart begin to race, banging against your chest like a hummingbird.

Time stood still as you both stared at each other, wondering who would be the one to break the ice first. Wrapping your arms around yourself in comfort, you tightened your grip to contain the overwhelming feelings filling your body.

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“You didn’t see his face, y/n. I mean, he has never been embarrassed like that before,” Satoru laughed. He had his arm tossed over your shoulders, while your arm was wrapped around his waist, stumbling down the deserted street. It was definitely not unlike the two of you to leave a party early, as you both much more preferred only each others company.

“Why didn’t you come and get me?” You whined. “I would have loved to see a girl get Suguru all flustered.”

“I mean, she was hot too. Way out of his league.” With the hand resting in his waist, you pinched hard.

“Watch it mister!” You growled, but in reality you were chocking back the drunk giggle that was bubbling up inside you. “If she was so hot, why don’t you go see if she wants to join you for the night.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders, and released your grip on him. However, he was quick to grab ahold of your hand again and pulled you towards him so you collided with his chest.

“Oh, don’t be like that, pretty girl.” His voice was teasing you, clearly not taking your fake anger seriously. He wrapped one arm around your waist, making it impossible for you to pull away. The other hand grabbed your face before he began to place a bunch of kisses all over your face.

“Satoru!” You squealed in between giggles. Pressing your hands against his chest, you tried to push him away and get out of his grip, but to no prevail.

“What? You don’t want my kisses?” He pouted, loosening his grip, but you remained close to him. “Maybe that girl is interested in them instead?.” His eyes were so soft as he looked down on you, a small genuine smile dancing on his lips. Even with his playful attitude, you had zero concern he would even consider going back to her.

“You’re a funny guy, aren’t you?” You hooked your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes leaning in closer.

“I think I'm hilarious.” Your nose brushed against his, your lips only an inch apart. His hot breath touched your skin, and his eyes travel your face.

“What makes you think she’d even go for you, darling?” His head fell back in laughter, as you flashed him a huge grin, still hanging on around his neck.

“Suguru’s a handsome guy. If I were her-“

“Shut up,” Satoru cut you off before he finally connected his lips with yours in a sweet and passionate kiss. The butterflies went wild as you felt him smile into the kiss. “Doesn’t matter anyway. You’re the only girl I have eyes for.” He said after he reluctantly pulled away.

“Keep it that way,” you giggled before pulling him in for another kiss.

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It was strange to see him again, and a new sensation of melancholy entertained you. From the second you’d left his apartment, you began to picture what it would be like to see him again. You imagined you’d be struck with the same sorrow of that night, only thinking of how he had been unable to provide for your needs. But you found yourself only thinking of the good memories you had shared with him. Every sweet affirmation, every gentle touch, just in general the time spent together.

“Hi,” you croaked, observing how his body was brought back to reality at the sound of your voice. He took a few steps closer and removed his signature sunglasses. Seeing his captivating eyes in person for the first time in so long made you tighten the grip around yourself even more, if that was even possible.

“Hey.” His voice didn’t have the same unease as yours, but it was visible on his stance he wasn’t as confident as he usually was. “What brings you here?”

“To the grocery store?”

“Yeah, what brings you to the grocery store?” Satoru repeated awkwardly, trying to play off his weak attempt to make small talk, his cheeks turning to a faded shade of pink.

“Well, I’m going to a barbecue party so just wanted to bring something.”

“Barbecue party. Fun!”

Seeing you again was overwhelming for him as well, and created a twinge of hurt within him. You looked so different from the last time he saw you. There was a hint of a glow in you he hadn’t seen in a long time, and it hit him again that he was the one who had smothered that glow in you in the first place.

Satoru knew he couldn’t continue to lie to himself much longer, and seeing you again was what made him realise that. Right now, looking at you wearing a cute summer dress, looking absolutely stunning, he saw the extreme contrast in your person compared to a month ago. He finally had a clear visual of how his ignorance had truly damaged you, when time away from him had brought a new form of life into you.

What was even worse, was how he could still see the love you had for him in your eyes. From the moment you had gotten together, one could never have doubted the fact that you loved Satoru Gojo. And you’re unwavering love for him had made him feel so safe and seen, like he’d never experienced before. Which was probably the reason he’d let everything get to this point. He knew your feelings for him wouldn’t change if he stayed late a few times, because you never hesitated to show your affection. He just took it for granted he did the same. To him, it wasn’t a question if he was entirely devoted to you, since he was so adamant that he was willing to do absolutely anything for you. He just sort of figured he had given you the same reassurance he’d received. But looking back, he could clearly see that wasn’t the case.

“I hope it’ll be,” you said with a weak smile and his heart fluttered instantly.

“I thought you weren’t big on barbecues though,” he dared chuckle a little.

“I'm not, but figured it was a good opportunity to meet some people.”

He so wanted to reach out his hand and cup your soft cheek, slowly stroking his thumb while his other hand intertwined with yours.

“How are you?” He blurted out, asking the question he had dreaded the answer to.

“Well, I’ve been better,” you stuttered. “But getting there I suppose. Taking it one day at a time. You?”

Whatever dumb thing he thought of answering, trying to conceal how broken he had been the past month, would do no good as you would see right through him. He simply shrugged, which was received by a compassionate, yet sad smile from you.

“You look great, by the way,” he gestured towards you, causing you to blush.

“Thank you,” you whispered, not able to peer your eyes off of him. He was still as gorgeous as ever, but he didn’t look the same. He clearly wasn’t sleeping well, dark circles under his eyes. Knowing him, he probably wasn’t eating well either. But his snow white hair fell the same way, and his eyes looked at you the way they always did. “I have to get going.”

“Wait-“ Satoru quickly interjected, stepping closer again so he was only standing two feet away from you. “Would you like to grab coffee or something sometime?” He sounded so unbelievably innocent, almost like a child as he made his suggestion. He anxiously waited for your answer, his shoulders tense with anticipation.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Gojo.” He flinched ever so slightly at the use of his last name, something you’d never done in the span of your relationship. It created a new distance between the two of you that felt untouchable.

“Don’t you think we could both benefit from talking about everything? I mean, things ended very abruptly-“ he quickly shut up when your friend joined your side, pure fury written all over her.

His posture changed, immediately portraying more confident. He seemed now like the Satoru everyone knew, but you saw through his façade.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than torture this poor girl?”

“We were simply chatting.” Satoru tried to play it cool by flashing your friend a smug grin, but it only seemed to fuel the fire.

“Suddenly have time for her now?” He squinted at her comment, knowing it was more than called for. It didn’t stop the urge he had to fire back at her. “Hope your job promotes you, so it’s all worth it at least.”

“I don’t see how this concerns you,” he replied, trying to keep a considerate tone, but you knew better than to think it was genuine.

“It concerns me when she’s absolutely inconsolable, bawling her eyes out in my apartment.” Your friend didn’t need to go into further detail for him to get a pretty clear picture of the scene. He had, after all, been unfortunate enough to witness it himself.

“I just want a few words with y/n alone,” he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. Your friend was about to continue to argue, but you placed a hand on her shoulder, signaling for her to put down her pitchfork.

“It’s okay,” you took a deep breath. “Just wait by the register and I’ll be with you shortly.” She gave one last stern look in Satoru’s direction before doing as you requested.

Looking at Satoru, his cocky expression had disappeared the second your friend had turned a corner. It felt so bittersweet, seeing the kind person you knew inside out, standing before you so fragile. Old habits die hard, and you felt yourself fighting the urge to stroke his cheek and comfort him.

“Y/n, I just feel like there is a lot of stuff that we’ve left unsaid.” His calm, cool and collected manner had been thrown out the window and he resembled himself the evening of the breakup. “I never got to say my piece or apologise properly.”

“I know,” was all you said, using every fiber of your body to seem levelheaded. You observed how he constantly tried to reach out for you, but stopped himself every time out of respect.

“Believe me when I say, I truly am sorry. I’ve never regretted anything more.”

“I know,” you repeated, same calm tone.

“Maybe it would give us a chance to heal properly if everything is out in the open. So we both know exactly what the other is thinking.”

“Gojo-“

“No, please, listen. I know I messed up and I really want to fix this!” He rambled on, his desperation resembling the one from that night

“Gojo-“

“Maybe even there’s a chance for us-“

“Satoru,” you said sternly, finally silencing his tangent. Your eyes flickered between his as you saw him trying to find the focus to calm his breathing. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

You saw the heartbreak wash over him, his shoulders falling in disappointment as he whispered your name. You’d missed hearing him speak it with such tender care.

“I am finally starting to get back on track. I’ve even started looking for an apartment,” you said with a sad chuckle. You wanted to show him, and yourself, that you had gotten to the point that you could at least manage to not completely breakdown when you were out in public. “I stand by what I said that night.”

“And you should! You deserve to be loved, and I can be that person. I am that person! There has never been a moment where I haven’t loved you.”

“Satoru, stop it.” You raised your voice slightly. “This is not the time or place for this.” It seemed as it wasn’t until now he was reminded of where you were standing. You gathered up the courage and walked up to him, carefully placing your hand on his cheek. The second you felt his cheek against your hand, you felt as if your skin was on fire.

Satoru didn't hesitate eitherm to place his big hand over yours as hea leaned into your touch. His eyes became glossy, realising how much he had craved feeling your skin against him again. “I just think I need to be the most important person in my life for a while.” He slowly began to nod in agreement, and you heard his breath began to quicken like it had done previously.

He licked his lips, trying to find his words. “See you around then?” His voice was unsteady and his chin quivered.

“Yeah, probably,” you spoke sadly. You let your hand fall from his face, but he held onto your hand until you were too far away. In a way, it felt as if both of you were aware that your story wasn’t over just yet. Satoru was right, there was a lot of stuff still left out in the open which made you believe there were still chapters to be written, whether they were good or bad. But it brought you some form of comfort.

Drying the single tear that had fallen from your eye, you turned away and began to walk away. “You look beautiful, darling,” he said, making your head turn one last time. You gave him a sad smile before he disappeared out of view.

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tags: @alisstaa

a/n: oh my, thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback on part one. it is greatly appreciated and really motivates me to write. that being said, i am not as happy with part two as part one but i rewrote it like two times and i guess it's alright. its more important you like it rather than i. hope you guys like it, and again thank you guys so so much for the feedback. reblogs, comments are greatly valued

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[suusoh]

would be funny, if Nina had a gf, and due to Johan's tendency to see him and nina as the same, he'd drop by casually, disguised or not, while nina is away. What's wrong? Nina is him and he's Nina! There's no complications with kissing him! You're basically kissing his sister! (Eaten ask)

your brain anon...........like EXACTLY. exactly. God this is sooo hot and weird which is johan's brand. He is karl marxing the fuck out of his sister's girlfriend. What do you mean "meet my girlfriend"? You mean meet OUR girlfriend. right? (tw: nonconsensual kissing, yandere)

Could you imagine bidding your girlfriend, Nina, goodbye after she spent the whole evening at your place? You whine and beg her to stay longer, clinging onto her, but she rolls her eyes playfully and insists she has to go.

She gives you a loving parting kiss on your lips, then plants even more– on your nose, cheeks, and finally your forehead– before she reluctantly pulls away. Any more, she jests, and she won’t be able to leave.

"You know I hate leaving you like this," she laughs softly. "But don't worry, I'll make up for today once my exams are over. Okay?"

She gives you one last final kiss before finally leaving, waving at you as she walks down the street.

You sigh and close the door, already missing her.

You really love Nina, but sometimes it feels like she doesn’t have much time for you. You understand she has her exams, a part-time job, and aikido training, which doesn’t really leave much left for you. Still, you can’t help but feel a bit greedy, wishing she’d at least dedicate a part of her to you. You're her girlfriend, after all.

You sigh one last time. No use.

She’s already spread too thin, and you know if you tell her your concern, she’ll worry and try to double her efforts to make time for you. No way in hell are you going to give her any more stress in her life. Although today was just half a day together, you're grateful. Even if it left you unbelievably craving, aching for more…

You hear a soft knock on your door. Is it Nina? Did she forget something? Oh, your prayers have been answered. You just wanted one more second with her. You open the door immediately, an excited smile on your face.

"What did you forget this ti-"

"Missing me already?"

You freeze, standing dumbfounded. In front of you is not, in fact, your girlfriend, but a tall, blonde man smiling softly at you.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I don't— Do I know you?" you ask, trying to stay cool. He must have the wrong house to ask something like that so proudly. You’ve never met him before.

His smile doesn’t falter at your question. He continues looking at you, his eye contact unwavering.

"You do." he answers, calmly leaving no explanation, still smiling softly.

You’re getting nervous. He keeps staring and smiling at you. You try to get a good look at him. Is he a mutual friend? An old classmate? A person you pissed off once? You’re at a blank. Though… the more you look at him, the more you notice how similar he looks to… to your… what the hell.

Why does he... look... a bit like Nina?

No. You chalk it off. He just has blonde hair and blue eyes, and the fact you’re missing your girlfriend terribly doesn’t help. But even then, their facial features strike a matching resemblance. It’s a bit uncanny.

You let out a nervous laugh and smile sheepishly at him. "Look, I’m really racking my brain here. Have we met before? I’m really sorry if I can’t recall…"

You give him his cue to introduce himself, to remind you who he is, to be offended at you forgetting—anything! He’s just standing there, staring down with that same smile. Your eyes dart around, seeing if this is a prank. A small uneasy pit forms in your stomach.

A beat passes by. You still wait for his reply.

You can't help but start feeling creeped out. Stupid. Always ask who’s there before opening the door. Just ask him what he wants with you and get it out of the way.

"Hey uh, I-"

He kisses you, his lips softly crashing against yours, hands gently cradling the back of your neck. He’s not forceful, but his hold is steady. You squirm and try to break free, but he quickly shushes you and holds you closer, entrapping your lips in another long kiss.

You think of quickly think of biting him, but he gently pulls away right before you can go through with the thought. His hands come up to tenderly cup your face, his thumb softly brushing against your cheek as he looks at you.

Your vision begins to blur from your tears, your legs wobbling from the fear of the situation.

"I don't know you!" you practically scream out. Your desperation kicks in as you continue to panic. "P-Please. please. please. I'm sorry. I don't know you. I don't… I don't… please… I-."

You cry softly, pleading with him. He just continues cradling your face in his hands, looking at you with that godawful eerie smile. He leans back in, slowly murmuring,

"Shh…"

He continues peppering kisses all over your wet cheeks. "You do know me," he whispers, kissing your nose. "And you know I need to make it up to you," he says, kissing your forehead. He hums softly and leaves another final chaste kiss on your lips.

"And you know I hate leaving you like this."

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 2

Nova Crosby -

10:17 pm

Luke paced the hall outside the emergency room, the silence in the bustling hospital, unnerving. The only sounds emanating throughout the hall was his heavy footsteps and frantic breathing, erratic like his heart. Anyone passing by would be highly concerned, a young man in a distressed state however clamer then staring at Nova's emotionless face as she stayed in a half conscious state of mind.

He had received a message from Sidney saying he was boarding the plane roughly twenty minutes ago, there hadn't been much update from the doctors on Nova's state as they were currently trying to figure out what's wrong and what the best course of treatment would be.

Luke was roughly on his thirtieth lap down the hall when a door crashes open and a nurse is navy scrubs peered out, when she spotted his pacing figure she moved towards him, calling out gently.

"Are you here for Nova Crosby?" she spoke quietly, hands clasping in front of her. The nurse stood like a pylon in the storm of Luke's emotions as he whipped around and practically sprinted to her, after hearing nothing for the first forty minutes of being in the hospital Luke was becoming understandably desperate.

Anticipating the barrage of questions the nurse tenderly grasped his arm and led him to a small cluster of seats adoring the side of the hall, non-verbally asking him to take a seat. News about any loved on becoming injured and hospitalised is always hard to deal with. Luke tried and failed to form words but no words from any of the 7,000 dialects of the world would accurately depict his feelings.

"Take you're time son." she murmured grazing her hand feather-lightly over the fabric of his hoodie. Luke choked out a wet, unintelligible sound before taking another few gasping breaths desperately trying to tame his mind but it felt akin to herding cats.

"H-how is she." he formed eventually, lips feeling swollen around the words. His brain was still struggling to even comprehend the fact that this situation was real, that Nova was in the emergency department with critical injuries and all he could do is watch and wait for his Nova to come back to him.

"She's going to alright.. eventually." the nurse stated, "I'm not going to sugar coat it. She has a long road ahead of her and will need lots of support but right now they are preparing for surgery to place some disk in her back to counteract the vertebrate discs from deflating."

Luke took a deep breath, "Something tells me that won't be it."

The nurse sighed, the smile lines on her face showing the many happy moments and information she would have shared but now it only sported a frown, "She has a minor concussion, however that is the least of your worries, she also has a fractured sternum but there is little we can do about that." She let out a long sigh, "We will need to keep her under monitoring though at risk of a collapsed lung."

Luke picked at the skin around his finger, taking a deep breath. "That's a lot."

The nurse smiled softly, "It could however be much, much worse too hon." she watched as Luke contemplated this notion, grappling once again with his mind before he nodded reluctantly.

"I think you should take a walk, hon. Go down to the cafe on level two, they do a wonderful banana bread." the nurse smiled gently, standing up and guiding Luke with her.

"I will, you have my phone number, her father's too but he is on a plane here currently so please, call me if anything changes." Luke begged, eyes wide and voice shaky.

"I will hon, I will personally make sure." She smiled gently, "Now go eat! Banana bread remember!"

Luke nodded to her grateful for the support in this treacherous time, as the doors to the elevator opened and he stepped in his phone buzzed.

Sidney - 11:02 I've landed, what's new? I'll be there in half an hour.

[dope-trope-105]

cregan stark x rhaenyra’s daughter. she flies to winterfell to gather support for rhaneyra but she falls head over heels for cregan as well. could you add that she had a past relationship with aemond ( you don’t have to though)

Like Stormy Seas, Like Rough Clouds

Cregan Stark x Velaryon! (Strong) reader

A/N: The reader is still not completely over Aemond, but she realises he was not what she wanted, or she was not what he wanted. She has the typical Strong brown hair-brown eyes appearance.

Warnings: Strong language, abusive relationship, mentions of death, some angst.

Word count: 2.7k

The cold wind felt like daggers of dragonglass on your face as you gazed at the rough seas that surrounded your home. Dragonstone was not a cheerful place, the war had made it more glum. Your mother had locked herself up in her chambers the day Daemon came with the news of Lucerys’ death. You didn’t understand her pain, but your own crushed you inside. It broke your soul, took your joy, and rendered you unstable. The pain of losing a brother was great, but the pain of losing him to someone you once loved more than life itself tore at your entire being. You felt like a shell, your memories with him ran through your mind like a play. 

You had your eyes closed as you breathed in the scent of a flower you hadn’t seen in the gardens before, it smelled sweet, but different from the others. “My lady seems to be enjoying herself,” came the smooth voice of your uncle. “Tis’ not every day mother nature visits one with a new treat, uncle,” you said, holding the flower up to his slender face. “Letting your guard down like this for all to see? The stranger may send you one as well,” he said, mocking you but taking the flower from your hands nonetheless. “It’s sweet, isn’t it?” you asked. “I’ve known sweeter things,” he said, his eyes looking down upon you as he relished in the fact you knew what, or rather, who, he meant.

You remembered how you had craved his attention at the keep. You had been friends with Aemond when you were children, and you had felt yourself dangled in a noose between your love for him and your love for your family the day Lucerys butchered him. Aemond refused contact with you after that. You found yourself at the keep again as you turned ten and seven, your mother had wished for you to celebrate you becoming a mature woman with your grandsire. You chased Aemond like a lost pup for your entire month-long stay in the castle. Aemond played along. And his play became a reality as he found himself taking your maidenhead in his chambers one night. He had begun to love you. As much as a damaged man could.

“We cannot do this any longer,” you cried. “Do you not love me?” asked Aemond, his voice cold as his back was turned to you. The whole family had supper that day together. You sat beside Helaena next to the head of the table where Aemond sat. Jace had set his eyes upon you the entire time, sneaking you off to the side to ask you if something had occurred between you and your uncle. It had scared the soul out of you, and you had gone to the one person you admired so much you hoped he'd show you the way. Unfortunately for you, Aemond was set on doing anything but. “If my mother finds out-” “What of it?” he spoke over you. “I have claimed you,” he said. “No Lord would want a whore who’s been bedded by her uncle, no one will love you as I,” he said. Tears streamed down your face as each word he said came as a jab to your heart. “You do not mean that,” you said, wiping your tears as he turned. He opened his arms to you as you reluctantly found yourself in his embrace. “I mean every word I say, you are mine,” he whispered to you. “No one but I will love you,” he held you tight.

A heated discussion had been tearing the rocks of Dragonstone as Daemon wished for nothing but revenge. Who stood for the Queen, and who against? It was not clear. You had begged and begged to have your mother let you fight for her. She had ushered you to your chambers, you speaking for your rights as she refused over and over again. You only stopped asking at the shock of her harsh palm on your cheek. You held your face, looking at her with great confusion. “I will not lose another child, my only daughter to this war,” she had said, leaving you with a burning reminder on your face that you would never be allowed to fight for her. Your stomach churned at being called her only daughter, your mind reminding you of the little Visenya you would have loved, a little girl you would teach womanly things to, braid her hair, tell her she is no less than a man, teach her the histories and philosophies that made your world. Memories of all sorts ran haphazardly through your head, your sweet moments with Aemond, your tears for Lucerys, your step-father's anger towards your mother, and nothing seemed to calm your racing mind. The rough waves flowed on par with your thoughts. The ground rumbled beneath you as you turned around. “Sagon gīda, gēlenka,”  be calm, silver. You had claimed the magnificent Silverwing when you were only ten and three. She had been your everything since then. She was your anger, your wrath, your joy, and your fire. She was your dragon. And you mounted her in the dying light of the Sun taking off for the North. Your mother had said no, but after incessant begging from both you and Daemon, she had reluctantly agreed. 

You felt your fingers numb despite the layers of clothing you wore as you flew higher up North. You were a dragon, you were fire, and you weren’t made for the cold. Silverwing made her landing near the castle of Winterfell, the Northmen gazing at your dragon in awe as all men did. You wore a black dress, its sleeves up to your wrists and its neckline up to your jaw. Golden embroidery spread across the expanse of your chest. You wore a few layers under it, but it seemed to not save you from the biting winter one bit. Your dark hair was tied halfway up behind you, wild from your flight, gold resting amongst the dark strands. Your palms and fingers were raw and bleeding. You never wore riding gloves, and you suffered the consequences. You’d rather have raw palms than lose the sensorial bond between your dragon and yourself. 

SIlverwing had given your identity away as the guards opened the gates for you, offering you a slight bow. You nodded at them. You were escorted to where the Lord of the North sat. Your presence was announced as you entered the darkly lit hall. Cregan Stark was sitting on a high chair as he watched you walk to the centre of the room. 

“Good morrow, Princess, we are delighted to have you at Winterfell,” he said to you. “Good morrow to you as well, Lord Stark, I thank you for your graciousness,” you said. You knew power when you saw it. You saw it in your mother, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. You saw it in your stepfather Daemon, the Rogue Prince, and a sliver of it in your past lover, Aemond. And now, you saw it in the wolfish man that sat in front of you. He was a large man, with skin like the snow and hair like onyx, matching stubble on his face. His eyes were grey like the storms you often saw at Dragonstone. 

“What brings you to the North, princess?” he asked. His voice was deep, holding the air of authority that made the young girl hidden under your burdened heart giddy. You cleared your throat, quieting your own thoughts, lifting a scroll in your hand as one of the guards came to collect it from you. 

“Lord Stark, as you are aware, your father, the late Lord Rickon Stark, had pledged fealty to my mother, the Queen. With the unfortunate passing of my Grandsire, my half-uncle has usurped the throne from my mother and claims to be King of the seven kingdoms. I’ve only come here to assure you remember your father’s oath,” you said. Your voice held confidence. Cregan had been watching you intently as you spoke, his eyes flicking to the scroll in his hands only once as he quickly scanned over the words. 

“Of course Princess, I will honour the oath my father pledged to your mother, House Stark is loyal to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. We will provide you with what you need at Raven’s ask, be it men or refuge, or be it our undying loyalty,” he said to you, with clarity in his voice like he didn’t need to go over this in his head for even a moment. 

“Thank you, for your support my Lord. I shall report this to my mother immediately,” you said, making a turn, readying yourself mentally for another long flight. “If you do not mind Princess, it is a harsh Night, why don’t you stay here at the Castle, you may fly on the morrow,” said the Lord. You thought it over. He was not wrong, the temperature would only get colder with the night. You did not wish to die from the cold before the war even concluded. “Then I will gladly make my stay here,” you said. 

The guards had led you to a room for the night. You sat near the fire, so close to the flames you believed the hair on your head would be scorched, and you almost thought you saw your fingers darkening with ash. Your head whipped to the door at a harsh knock. “Princess? May I come in?” came a voice. You knew it was Lord Stark. “Yes of course,” you said, smiling sheepishly when the door cracked open and his eyes landed on your crouched figure near the fire.

He chuckled, nodding to a woman behind him. The maid approached you, a blanket of fur lay in her hands. “Tis’ a coat for you, I had assumed the cold must be too trying of you,” he said, entering the chamber. You smiled at the maid, who quickly put the coat around you. “Not that I wish to seem meek, my Lord, you had assumed right. I fear I would’ve ended up falling into the hearth had you not brought me this surprisingly soft coat,” you said, eyes widening at the sheer delicate touch of the blanket of warmth on you. You took your place on a chair in front of him, though still remaining close to the fire. 

“I understand, cold like this does not suit all, especially those who are used to being around fire,” he said, a glint in his eye as he said it. You smiled at him. “I assume you’ve met Silverwing from afar,” you said. “She is a beautiful creature, although I fear I’m not one to see her for much beyond her ability to leave me nothing but a scorched corpse,” he said. “She will not hurt you, my lord, at least not in my presence,” you laughed, taking the glass of wine he poured you. “If you wish, I can arrange for supper here, it is only I in the castle,” he said. “If it isn’t too much trouble,” you requested. “Of course,” he said, calling out to one of the guards.

Moments later, some maids brought trays full of delicious bread and different meats and vegetables. The both of you ate in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging words. There was something so simple in this moment, a comfort between the both of you that you hadn’t experienced in a while. “If you do not mind, may I ask you something?” he said. “Of course,” you replied, intrigued eyes looking up at him. “I’ve heard dragons have a close bond with their riders, it is said they can feel what their riders do, has anything as such been indicated to you by your own?” he asked. You thought it over for a moment.

Silverwing was very protective of you, but she would get more protective if you were on your bleed, she would get more aggressive when you were agitated, and she would make those purring sounds when you felt comfortable. And she despised Aemond. She hated him near herself, and near you. She never attempted to harm him, but she made her distaste of him quite obvious, same for most of your enemies. “In some ways, I believe it is true, her protectiveness and agitation in some situations do indicate what you say, but I do not believe this holds true for all dragons, only for some,” you said, and he nodded thoughtfully.

You gazed into his grey eyes, they were beautiful, not beautiful like the violet in your silver-haired family members, not prideful like Aemond’s, his eyes told stories of ships lost at stormy seas, of the rough clouds you flew through. His eyes showed curiosity and warmth, you felt like if you were to crawl into his arms, all would be well. You did not wish to sound like a silly girl one would view as nothing but a brood-mare of high status, but you wanted him to hold you and make you feel safe. You wanted him to tell you all would be right in the world, he would make it so. You wished to touch the soft hair on his face, to rest your head on his strong chest, to have him wrap his arms around you, to have him take your hands in his own. You felt so juvenile.

“What does flying feel like, princess?” he asked. “I could not say. It is the sheer terror of falling to death, freedom, and pleasure in solidarity, it makes me feel like a god, watching everything rendered so little from atop the sky. The sky looks so distinct above the clouds. It gets colder, the air lighter, breathing becomes more challenging, but the sky is so captivating, it is unlike anything you’ve seen,” you said. Lord Stark did not reply. He seemed to enjoy questioning you and thinking your answers over. All simple questions, but truly innocent. He did not have an evil sense behind his words. It was simple, like a warm fire licking at your skin in the snow-struck lands. There was no snark to decipher like the words of your stepfather, no mocking like your siblings, and no cunning like the words of the greens, no cunning like the words of Aemond. It was just curiosity, simple as that.

As he stood up to make his exit, you stood up as well. You looked up at him when he said, “You know princess, I would love to show the North to you, it is quite exquisite, though nothing compared to the sky above the clouds as you describe if you are willing to make your stay here longer,” he said. You smiled at him shyly. “I will think it over my lord,” you said.

You watched him leave, realising that since the moment you’d been in his presence, there was a calmness in your head. You did not feel the impending doom of war on you when you were busy staring into his eyes. A few maids came to remove the multiple layers of clothing from you, but you put on the coat again, curling yourself up in the blanket as well before you let sleep take you, and for once in a long time, you found yourself easily drifting to sleep in the comfort of the furs and your empty head. There was a warmth in your heart, and it almost made you want to stay in the North forever and forget about your duties, and your family. Maybe one day, when all of that was over, you could return to the North, to Lord Stark and ask for his hand in marriage. You would love to stay in the North, in a land white as clouds, in the warm arms of the warden of the North as you’d gaze upon his kingdom.

One day, you could learn what love truly meant, not obsession, not sly need, not a cunning need for control, love.

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Hey guys, I've just started writing for some of these, I hope you like this one. I'd really appreciate it if you could comment on what I could do to make my writing better, but as of now, I hope you enjoy this, I'll try to post as soon as I can.

[tarotomorrows]

WE GOT THE OG 5 IN THE HOUSE!!! This is part of my Inside Out punk au. Their band name is Harmony! So let me introduce their roles and how they came to be. PART 2

Our 3rd member is Fear! He joined Joy and Sadness’s clique way back in their 7th grade year.

He is the only band member who didn’t join already knowing how to play an instrument. In fact he actually started at the artist and would often make designs for the band’s potential logo and was very keen on staying out of any potential limelight. Although during the 8th grade talent show Joy and Sadness needed someone to play the guitar as Joy was planning to do some acrobatics/dancing choreography while singing and didn’t have the stamina to play and sing at the same time. Fear knew how much this meant to the two and had seen them practice for weeks and with only 2 weeks left he pushed his own fears aside and offered to learn the chords to the song to help the duo out. In the end he liked playing so much that he continued even after the show and with enough practice later on joined as the 3rd member.

During their time on the tour Joy forced them all into. He was the first to deny and the most out of it while on the trip. In fact he it got so bad it would interfere with playing which would upset Joy and the others but as time passed on it only seemed to bother Joy in the end.

He missed home and he didn’t ask for this but didn’t want to start conflict so in an act of desperation to feel heard he confided in Sadness about his true thoughts on the matter which sparked the ignition for Sadness to really have a talk with Joy about the stakes this whole music career dream has gotten them into. Once it was announced by Joy that they would be returning home he was ecstatic he didn’t care why he was just glad they were. Right? I mean what does it matter if the reasons are known…

Next is Anger he’s the teams killer drummer and owner/designated driver of Bing Bong! (The giant mini van the crew uses to travel in, who Joy named Bing Bong because of the silly sound the horn makes).

He was the fourth to be recruited to the team. After getting sent to detention for one of her senior pranks Joy met Anger in detention where she over heard the accidental killer rhythm he had going with his shoe and pencil tapping. Joy asked if he played he gave a simple eyes roll, which was good enough for Joy. She begged him to join and he proposed she couldn’t do anything in the world that would make him join her crazy idea. In the end Joy proved him wrong by breaking both if them out of detention and also returning the item he had stolen from him that he fought trying to get back (the whole reason which got him into detention his drumsticks). Reluctantly out of the honor system and due to a possible charming face he caved and became the band’s official drummer.

He may or may not have had issues with the whole unorganized and possibly dangerous on the road tour trip but he had faith in Joy’s judgement and the strength and bonds of the rest of the group. However the more and more the trip dragged on the more and more he started to realize just how far apart they actually were…

Last but certainly not least is Disgust! Although not a band member she is still an important asset of the crew as their manager. She handles finances,bookings, and how their brand is presented and NO, She will not be dressing in rags (aka how she refers to the punk/alt aesthetic) but she will deck herself out in her own uptown style.

She was the last to join the crew. Although friends with everyone since sophomore year she never partook in any of their “rough housings” she called it. She never saw the appeal in getting all sweaty and lugging around heaving metal equipment but one day Joy asked for her help to organize the flyers for the show they were doing for the Senior Festival.

Getting to talk about how amazing her friends were and how she’s affiliated with them and getting to look pretty while doing it. Now that was something she could do not to mention managing the funds for new equipment and getting to style them with awesome costumes for when they started doing shows outside of school. She loved everything about it the generosity, hanging out with friends, and the popularity…

During the trip she was the second to snapping, Fear obviously was the first. During the trip she did her best to manage the finances with the best odds she could, it started off alright but of course later on their lack of funds lead to more cramped nights sleeping in the van. It came to a point where she started to up-sale some of their merchandise in hopes of allowing the everyone to eat a full meal or have enough gas. After the fateful night Fear confided with Sadness, Disgust, overhead their conversation and grew livid, she could live with Joy’s delusions but blind ignorance towards other people’s own well being was not on the table. She swore that night that if Joy couldn’t see that this was beyond hopeless she was gonna knock her around and make her see it. That fateful evening when dinnertime arrived Disgust did more than just expose Joy’s selfishness but also how morally and emotionally taxing this dream of hers has been on all of them and what she’s had to resort to doing to meet ends meet for everyone. In the end Joy stormed off which is what prompted Sadness to have that heart to heart later on in the night.

In the morning after Joy announced about them going back to Anderson Falls a huge relief was lifted off their chest. Well some relief she still felt horrible about how Joy had treated them. However she wasn’t going to apologize for what she said to her, you don’t say sorry not for being right at least. So she vowed that until Joy owned up to her mistakes back home they’d keep the pleasantries to a minimum and distance herself as far as she could. It’s not like she had to try very hard as Joy had already began to stop talking or listening to her. Which is fine she can wait till Joy’s ready to be a grown up, she can patient I mean that’s all she’s ever given anyone. She can keep waiting, it doesn’t matter how long it takes…

[kyhgwts]

summary: when Theo can’t help but fall for his best friend…s

WARNINGS: voyeurism, daddy kink, rough sex, crying (in a good way), pet names (sweetheart, baby, princess, mamas), AFTERCARE (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Dom!Draco, Shy!Theo, Fem!reader

tags: @dr4cosimp @jessetalexis-blog tagging you guys since you convinced me to finish this <3

You and Draco had noticed Theo’s odd behavior, he wouldn’t talk as much around you two and he would fidget. At first you guys thought it was his anxiety, but after actually paying attention you both came to a conclusion. Theo is unconditionally and inevitably in love with both of you. (you catch that)

At first, you two just kinda enjoyed the way Theo would tense up around you two. You both wanted Theo, but you also wanted fun.

‘Listen, and then he’ll watch i know he will.’ Draco explained, you listened intently on your boyfriends idea.

‘What if he doesn’t?’ you say, Draco gives you a stare.

‘He’s been a complete mess for the past few weeks, you think he wouldn’t take the chance to watch us fuck if he had it?’ Draco asked and you ponder on it.

-

And that’s how you ended up here, Draco smashing into you. Not even a minute into sex you honestly forgot Theo was most likely watching, too drunk on lust.

Theo was indeed watching, Blaise had told him to give something to Draco which he was annoyed but did it anyway and he’s so glad he did.

Standing there, the door slightly open with you riding Draco. It had Theo in shock when he first heard it, but even more in shock when he actually saw it.

He was sweating, almost bursting out of his pajama pants. He knew it was wrong, but who leaves the door cracked open when having sex?!?! (people who want you to catch them)

Hearing your small whimpers, mixed with Draco’s hushed praises made Theo feral. It was like he got trapped, he couldn’t move he was stuck watching you.

‘Theo, come in’ Draco’s voice was firm, making you flinch and making Theo panic. He froze.

well shit.

He watched Draco whisper to you, you whimpered and turned around to see Theo frozen in the wide open door.

Draco had held you down, keeping you from moving. You whimpered pushing at his chest, still stuck in the moment. You push your head down onto Draco’s chest when he grabbed your wrists and placed them behind you.

‘I’m not letting her move till you come in Theodore.’ Draco said, you whine trying to move completely forgetting all about what was happening.

‘W- what?’ Theo’s voice was shaky and unsure, Draco could see the big gulp Theo took.

‘Theoooo just come in please’ you whine, begging him to come in just like Draco had asked you to.

Theo reluctantly slowly walked in shutting the door behind him, he had no idea what was going on.

‘come here’ Draco waved Theo over, still keeping you from moving getting you irritated.

‘i- what’s going on’ Theo said, barley above a whisper.

‘don’t ask questions’ Draco said standing up still holding you to him, you cling onto him like a little koala and Theo wants to melt.

‘sit down’ Draco points to where he was just sitting, Theo hadn’t even argued making his way to sit on the bed.

Once he was sat down Draco followed him placing you between Theo’s legs, all while he stayed planted inside you. Theo froze when your naked body was placed between his legs, your bare back hitting his bare chest.

‘You know Theo, when princess told me that she thought you might like her i was infuriated,’ Draco began, Theo stared at Draco with pure and wide eyed full of love.

‘But then she proceeded to say that she thinks you like me as well, and i just thought what? there’s no way, you can’t want two people at the same time but was i wrong? yes i was. Because you managed to do it, and you made us fall for you just as you fell for us.’ Draco said, Theo just stared in shock.

‘is this a joke? what- are you guys messing around’ Theo looked panicked and nervous, Draco grinned.

‘No. it is not, but you have 5 seconds to deny. I can’t hold up our baby any longer.’ he said. Theo stared down at you and you were mad, brows furrowed with a frown as Draco held down you hips.

‘our?’ Theo asks cautiously, Draco smirks looking down at you. You look up at Theo and he looks back almost letting out a groan when you smile and it looks so sweet and innocent all while you had Draco’s cock stuffed in you.

‘yes.’ Draco says ‘are you going to leave or stay?’ he said, Theo looked away from you back to Draco and swallowed thickly.

‘stay.’ he whispered.

Theo was not that well experienced, he’s only been with one girl and that was at a party and he doesn’t even remember it all that well.

When theo thought he couldn’t get anymore harder, Draco began to rock into you again making you move back and hit Theo’s boner each thrust. You whine grabbing onto Theo’s legs making him fall even more in love.

‘y/n is very clingy, especially during sex. She likes to grab and hold onto things when she feels good,’ Draco spoke as if you weren’t there, and technically you weren’t. Lost in your own world of lust, the feeling of him hitting so deep.

Theo smelt wonderful, of course Draco did too but Theo’s smell was refreshing and calming.

‘Do you like that Theo?’ Draco asked taking notice of the way Theo reacted to your little hands (compared to Theo’s broom thighs) clutching to his thighs.

Theo looked down and you looked lost, eyes glossed over and mouth agape as you looked at Draco.

‘She can be hard to please, but once you get her like this? you’ll have her withering and thrashing in your arms.’ Draco said to Theo making him gulp.

‘Mm!’ you pushed at his chest.

‘Watch this Theo’ Draco whispered, Theo watched as he picked up one of your legs putting it on his shoulder. Theo almost came in his pants when you cried out throwing you head back mouth hung open.

‘Daddy!’ you whined, Theo went wide eyed.

‘oh yeah i forgot, she does that too.’ Draco said grinning at Theo’s obvious liking of it.

Draco pulled out making you whine and pout sitting up to grab onto him. He just leaned down and whispered in your ear, you looked back at Theo and he froze.

‘Theo wouldn’t you be such a gentleman and help our baby cum?’ Draco said, Theo stumbled on his words in shock.

‘um- yeah… yeah ok’ he said nervously, you smile happily making him smile.

Once you were all repositioned, Draco behind Theo as Theo was between his legs and you straddling Theo.

You help Theo pulled down his pajama pants till his cock sprang free. You grabbed it like nothing making his buck his hips. You giggle like a little kid with candy.

You felt Draco’s hands hold your waist still making you pout. You felt Theo’s right hand fall onto Draco’s that was holding you still, you whine pushing at Theo’s shoulders.

‘Don’t let her tell you what to do Theodore.’ Draco whispered, pulling you forward so you fall down on top of Theo.

‘She might seem sweet and innocent, but she’s not Theo.’ Draco said, making you furrow your brows and stick out your tongue to Draco.

Before you could put much thought into it Theo was already entering you making you sigh at the feeling. Theo moaned at the feeling of you.

He began to help you rock back and forth as Draco watched. You have your mouth hung open and you are making noises that only Draco knows what they mean.

‘Like i told you Theo, she’s not sweet or innocent. Don’t be afraid to fuck her’ Draco said, Theo groaned.

‘I don’t want to hurt her’ Theo said in a broken whisper, Draco let out a chuckle.

‘You won’t hurt her, i promise. Fuck her hard. you’ll thank me later.’ Draco said, and who was Theo to deny that?

You gasped clawing at Theo as he started to pound up into you, now not being able to control yourself as you twitched and thrashed in his hold wanting more and more.

‘UGH! Theo’ you cried out falling limp, pulling both boys together as you held onto them. The mix of both their sent making you absolutely insane.

‘That’s not his name y/n.’ you heard Draco whisper to you, you go wide eyed. You’ve never called anyone else daddy except Draco.

‘Daddy’ it was a barley whispered moan, that Theo absolutely caught and he moaned.

Theo began to hit deeper, making you shake and wither.

‘good Theo, look at what you’re doing to her’ Draco guided. You were too cock drunk to even process anything anymore.

you grab onto Theo your nails digging into his back, you head laid on his shoulder. He groaned head leaning back, falling onto Draco.

‘fucking hell’ Theo mumbled, Draco grinned.

You whine, getting closer and closer to your end. Theo shivered as your hot breath fanned on his neck. Draco leaned down kissing your forehead, Theo made a deep throat sound when Draco turned to his neck giving it an open mouthed kiss.

You head Draco whisper to Theo but you were too lost in lust to hear. Then you felt Theo’s hand move down towards the dip of your hip. On the other side of Theo’s head Draco was telling him what to do.

You felt Theo’s thumb slowly make its way to your clit making you jump.

‘AH! i- i mmm’ your eyes start to water, mouth agape.

‘spank her Theo’ Draco told him, you weren’t even there at this point.

‘w-what’ Theo stumbled over his words, Draco grabbed onto you.

‘Spank her. do it.’ Draco said, voice firm. Theo hesitated before laying a small hit, it was way to soft but it caught your attention nonetheless.

‘harder.’ Draco said, Theo froze. Of course Theo was scared, he had a reason to be. He’s never really been with a girl and what Draco was telling him to do was making him nervous.

Draco got impatient, landing a hard smack making you cry out in pleasure all while Theo whimpers when you clench down on him.

Your body locks, limps burning. Draco started to help move your hips, as well as Theo who was hitting up into you.

‘i- i’m gonna-‘ you were out of breath and tears rolling down your eyes.

You yelled out in pleasure, releasing onto Theo going completely limp in both the boys’ hold.

‘Can you hold up a little longer for Theo sweetheart, hm?’ Draco whispered to you, you nod.

Theo continues to fuck into you, until he lifts you up and pulling himself out before coming undone. Never in your life would you have thought you could find sounds as beautiful as Draco’s, but here you were.

You tried catching your breath, but you were moved now laying on your back under Draco.

Now that Theo could see your face he started to freak.

‘did i hurt her?!?’ he rushed over, Draco stopped his movements.

‘no, she’s okay. Just a little distant’ Draco explained.

He pulled you into a sitting position, back to the headboard.

‘Go get me a cloth, wet half of it with warm water’ he said, Theo stumbled out of the bed rushing to get a cloth.

‘Still with me mamas?’ Draco asked tapping your cheek, you nod eyes heavy. He gave you a quick forehead kiss, smiling when you let out a small smile.

Theo walked back handing the cloth to Draco, Draco took it cleaning you up. Once he was done he threw the cloth into dirty clothes.

Theo had gotten himself cleaned up, he watched as Draco got off the bed walking to the bathroom. Theo watched you, eyes glossed over mascara smeared under your eyes. You still seemed so calm, even after what you just went through. Peacefully humming as your fingers tapped at your thigh.

Theo’s heart melted when you let out a small yawn, Draco walked back with multiple things.

‘Why don’t you sit with her Theo’ Draco said, Theo got onto the bed and you immediately got between his legs head dropping on his chest.

‘Can you hold her hair back for me?’ Draco asked Theo, to which he immediately did.

Theo watched as Draco opened the small package taking out a wipe, Theo assumed was makeup wipes as Draco began to clean your face with it.

Theo felt so… peaceful. You both gave him a peaceful aura, contrasting with what you were all just doing not even 5 minutes ago.

You’re eyes were closed as Draco held your face in his hand while the other dragged the wipe across your face making sure to get everything off.

Once he was done, he grabbed a small bottle which was lotion? He put some on his hand before rubbing it in and putting it on your face.

Draco kissed your cheek when he was done getting up to put everything back.

‘is he always like that with you?’ Theo whispered softly, because it was weird to see Draco such a way.

‘mhm’ you mumbled ‘love ‘em’ you smile softly. Theo thought about the fact that Draco was not what everyone perceived him as.

‘Most times we’ll take showers, but he could tell i was too tired this time. He’s gonna come back with underwear and one of his shirts. And he’ll help me put it on. I never have to move a muscle, i love it’ you grin, Theo let’s out a small laugh.

Sure enough, Draco came back with one of his shirts and underwear for you. Helping you put it on, all while you bathed in the feeling of sex afterglow.

He was a loving man, truly. Draco went back to clean himself up, leaving you there curled up under the blankets with Theo, he asked you questions.

‘How come he doesn’t just act like that with everyone else?’ Theo says, you shake your head.

‘he doesn’t like it, you know you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo.’ you say, Theo smiled.

‘He may look and act scary, he’s really just a sweetie’ you say grinning, Theo letting out a chuckle.

When Draco came back it was a weird sensation that Theo had felt.

‘you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo’

damn right he was.

Guys… i’ve never been a fan of the nickname mamas but… thinking about Draco saying it sent me into a spiral.

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Two

Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, mentions of sex, controlling behavior,cheating, foul language, jealous Anakin, slight degradation, slight daddy kink because I think he'd have one, a child, my terrible writing.

Your head tipped back, soft moans leaving your lips, as you rode him, one his hands gripping the back of your neck the other around your back, helping you bounce on top of him, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as to not wake Darcy in the other room. He grips on to you tightly angling his hips so he can fuck up into you, your head drops against his shouder, as he hits your sweet spot, you bite into your lip to hold back moan.

"that's it baby, that's my good girl" he coaxes, kissing you, biting your neck. "So tight baby" he nips at your neck, his hand pulling your hair, your moans hoarse and breathing shallow.

"da- Ani" you cried out, not able to form a word, your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but the sweet pleasure his cock was bringing you as it bullied your aching cunt. He grunts when you clench around him a deep moan leaving his lips. Your knees start to hurt and when you slow down he slaps your ass. "You used to have a lot more in you than this baby" he flips you over, pushing our head into the cushion, he stands proud behind you, giving your ass a good spank before burying himself into your welcoming heat, you squirm at his brutal pace, the flesh of your ass, slapping against his hips with each thrust. He pulls you back up to his chest, his fingers tangle in your hair. "Take it baby. Take it like the good whore you are" he bites your neck and you can't fight the filthy sound that leaves your lips. "No one does it like daddy hmm, no one" his thrusts get sloppy when he feels you clench around him, signaling you were close.

So how'd you end up here? Well it started like this. You had accepted a date, with Henry. He worked at the company maybe in IT, you weren't too sure, your main goal was catching a dick. Padme had visited Anakin's office a week earlier, spent an hour in there and then left with a smile on her face, his blinds were closed and you knew what that meant. Later that same week, Anakin left early after some woman called the office asking for him, you knew, he was screwing you enough to have a child behind his wife's back, why wouldn't he be screwing other women too. So when Henry asked you out, you excitedly accepted. He was handsome, tall, his brown hair luscious and a nice contrast to his green eyes. He was no Anakin but you sure hoped he fucked like him.

When the date was over, Henry drove back to your house, you scowled when you saw Anakin's black Mercedes already in the driveway. Reluctantly you apologized to Henry and made your way inside the house, once he drove off.

Anakin was sitting in the living room, Darcy's toys scattered on the foor, which meant he must've picked her up from her sleepover at your mom's house good luck explaining that one to her when she inevitably calls to stick her nose in your business. He was watching tv with his feet on the table like every thing was okay. You slammed your bag down on the entrance table, kicking off your heels. "Are you fucking kidding" you fight the urge to yell.

He smirks, standing up, taking in your figure, he steps close to you, his hand reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your black dress. "Who'd you dress up for?" He asks. You don't answer, he pulls you close to him, his hand firm on the back of your neck, the sudden force surprised you but this was how he usually was when you'd pissed him off, or in this case made him jealous. "You think I'd let you bring another man into the house I paid for, where my daughter sleeps" his kisses you roughly and funny enough you desperately reciprocate. That's how you ended up in this situation,split on his cock and begging for release. This was how your relationship was now. He'd changed immensely once he had you,once you had gotten pregnant and you decided to keep it. He did whatever whenever and if you attempted same he made sure you knew your place.

Once he climaxed, your body fell limp on the couch, he leaned down kissing your back. "So fucking beautiful" he lays near you pulling you onto his chest, kissing your head, whispering about how you were his world and how he only loved you, how only you could carry his children.

After what felt like seconds, he stood up again,throwing the ruined fabric that used to be your dress at you. "Cover up before Darcy sees you like this" he spits. He dresses himself and heads to your door, he stops turning back to you, "Remind me to fire Henry."

The next day you'd called in sick, choosing to not be there when Anakin fired Henry all because of you.

Sitting in the park, you watched Darcy play in the sandbox, your mom sat beside you very clearly prepared to pass judgement.

"what you're doing is stupid y/n. You really think that man's wife won't find out" she scolds you.

"Mom please, she won't find out. Anakin won't let that happen because-"

"Because what? He loves you? I raised you better than that" she chastises. "You have dug yourself a hole y/n you better hope you can climb out of it"

Sighing you look back at Darcy, and her new found friends playing on the swing set, Padme wouldn't find out, and my life wouldn't blow up you told yourself. She hadn't found out for three years how could she now? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, deciding to ignore it, chalking up the ache in your stomach that your mom was right to simple paranoia.

A/N: always listen your mother.

[seratopia]

hobie brown x reader (fluff) - uninvited → she/her pronouns!

hobie likes visiting you through your window

He likes to climb through your window unannounced; a very spiderman-esque entrance. Sometimes you keep that window locked, but after you found out that Hobie can just pick at it, you just decided to leave it open. A wordless invitation for him.

It happens too often, whether it'd be for you to patch him up, maybe to show you a song he's been working on, or just to cuddle up to you, Hobie enjoys your company. You scold him for it, but at the end of the day, he just kisses the top of your head, knowing you aren't actually mad.

As far as you know, Hobie's only revealed his true identity to you. Sometimes you see him sling through the city, guitar glued to his back and his iconic spikes on full display. Too many times he's sent you a wink, or he blows you a kiss midair.

Tumbling through your window, again, he yanks off this spider-mask, shaking his head back and forth to let his hair air out. You see the scratches on this favorite vest, the barely-visible bruise against his cheekbone. His posture's the slightest bit hunched over, a representative of his exhaustion.

His face says it all, purple eye bags and a disgruntled expression.

"I'll go get the stuff." You automatically say, rising from your squeaky swivel chair.

"No, no, stay with me, hun." Hobie begs, already reaching to stroke at your fingers.

"You sure?"

He nods once, gingerly guiding you towards him by your wrist, his heart rate's still up, part of him still panting a little from what you assume to be a fight.

"What do you want, then?" You ask, letting him touch you for the time being.

Hobie shrugs, his various spikes and pins clinking as he does. "I'm not allowed t'spend time with my babe?" He half asks, raising an eyebrow.

Hobie slings his guitar over his head, somewhat gently tossing onto the floor of your bedroom. Slyly, he stakes a few steps backwards, landing into your bed with a 'thump.' He slots his palms behind his head, shutting his eyes.

Awkwardly, you just stand in the middle of your room, confusedly gazing at him. There's an awkward silences before Hobie raises his head a little, peering back at you.

The teen blooms open arms to you, beckoning you closer with grabby hands.

"C'mere. Right on top." He mutters.

"Aren't you hurt, though?"

"S'fine, just want you here."

Reluctantly, you slot your knee onto the mattress of your bed, gingerly climbing onto him to the best of your ability. His hands press you down into his chest, snaking down to the small of your back.

You hear the tiniest pained groan from him, and you immediately recoil back, supporting some of your body weight with an arm on the bed. The boy adjusts his decorated vest away from his chest, so what's left is just the smooth fabric of his over-shirt.

Wordlessly, Hobie brings a ringed hand to the back of your head, pushing your cheek down onto his chest.

"Am I too heavy?" You mumble, and he tucks his chin onto the crown of your head. You can hear his heartbeat, now a little slower.

"No." He replies, indulgently rubbing circles into your back. Slightly, you feel the studs of his heavy belt over your hips, the dulled spikes of his cuffs across your back.

You've almost become accustomed to it, memorizing the layout of his various accessories on your body.

A moment of silences passes, where Hobie just rubs your back, and you can smell the city on him.

"Who was it this time?" You ask, gently adjusting your head up a bit. You rest your forearms across his chest, just so that you can take a good look at his structured face. Hobie sees the dull pain in your eyes when you gently run your fingers across his bruised cheekbone, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"It was a bad guy, right?"

A smile suddenly breaks into Hobie's face, and now you're confused.

"No, sweets. Had a concert today." He chuckles, petting your hair back.

"Then how'd you get those?" You ask, slotting your head back down onto his heartbeat.

"Did a stage dive."

"Oh."

Hobie chuckles, reminiscing the wild events of the concert; a stage dive, some screaming, even a bra being thrown at him. It was loud, but exhilarating, sent adrenaline through his body.

You've only heard word about Hobie's shows; he'd tell you about the people he'd meet, who he hates and loves, and occasionally his political motivations.

"Y'should come sometime... I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew" He mumbles, and your heart flutters just a little.

The idea of it swirls in your head like a burst of pixie dust; it'd be so sweet to watch him up on that stage. He'd drag you up there just to kiss you silly, lights flashing and punk rock falling to a blur as his hands divot into your lower back.

It makes you giddy just thinking about it, and Hobie can tell.

"You like that? Hm?" Hobie smirks. "How 'bout tomorrow? Wales?" He asks, a small smile on his face. He stares at you expectantly, and you trace small shapes onto his shirt.

"Sure. What's the dress code?"

"That cute top and those jeans, hm?" Hobie suggests into your hair and you playfully roll your eyes.

"I know you rolled your eyes just now." He says, pinching at your side.

You slap his hand away, yelping. "No I didn't."

"Yes y'did."

...to be continued

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[flowerandblood]

The White Flame (Part 8)

[modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, smut, domination kink, angst, fluff]

[description: Aemond is the bassist of the band whose leader and vocalist is his brother. The whole band decides to use the marketing and design help of their guitarist's friend. The story is an interweaving of domination, desire and slowly burning feeling.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Bunny had to admit, reluctantly, that no man had ever affected her like Aemond. What he said to her when he fucked her drove her crazy with pleasure, and he knew it. Before she met him, she didn't know that such things could affect her. She had been in several relationships before, including one serious, that fell apart against her will.

She met Lucas when she was still in high school. She liked his confidence, his directness. He teased her constantly. He was tall boy with dark brown eyes and hair, and always wore hoodies.

He came from a difficult family, his father was an alcoholic. Bunny didn't know then that you can't help those who don't want help in the first place.

Lucas was constantly seeing and texting his ex-girlfriends while being with her in relationship. He even told her about it, and she endured it in silence, although the fear and humiliation that was growing in her did not let her sleep.

When she wasn't with him, he cared for her with all his being. After they became a couple, he cared less and less. Bunny noted that he liked to win, but he was tired of maintaining relationships.

Every time she tried to leave him, he would stop her, beg her not to go. He changed suddenly, he was the same as in the beginning. They then made love to each other, assuring about their feelings.

Lucas promised her he would go to therapy. He resigned after a few sessions, claiming it made no sense. He started dating his ex-girlfriends again behind her back. One day Bunny decided it was over.

Lucas came to her many times, called, begged. His sister even told her that she would regret her decision afterwards. Bunny just laughed ironically at that comment. She no longer had the strength for their self-absorbed, problematic family. No pleas helped, and she did not return to him.

What terrified her was that since she was with Aemond, Lucas had started texting her again. He first texted her the night they both changed their status to "in a relationship."

[Lucas]: Y/N, my congratulations! I hope you will be happy.

Bunny thought it was nice and wrote him back, thanking him for the words. It was a mistake.

[Lucas]: Long time no see. I miss you and your wisdom so much. I'm sorry we don't talk to each other anymore.

[Lucas]: I know you're still mad at me. I've changed, now I'm working and getting my head straight. I'd like us to be friends. You can always count on me.

Bunny stared at the screen, not knowing what to do. She didn't want him to be her friend because he had betrayed her trust many times and wasted all the chances she had given him. She didn't have the strength for him. She figured she didn't have to respond to that.

That didn't discourage him. He texted her once in a while on messenger, asking if he had offended her and if she was still mad at him. He sent her long messages describing what his life was like now and why she should give him another chance, if only as a friend.

However, after Bunny stayed with Aemond and his family, Lucas outdid himself. He had come to one of their concerts, apparently following the thread to the ball where Bunny worked and where he could find her.

Bunny was standing at the bar with Aemond, just ordering something after a show, when Lucas suddenly appeared in front of them, grinning widely. Bunny felt like she was about to pass out.

"Y/N!" He said happily, reaching out to her and hugging her. She hugged him lightly and released him immediately. "Great to see you! What a surprise." He said, combing his hair. Bunny knew it had nothing to do with surprise. She glanced uneasily at Aemond, who was measuring Lucas with a deadly dark stare. His face was stone.

"Aemond, this is…Lucas. My friend." She said emphatically, looking at Lucas meaningfully. He laughed at her words.

"You don't have to be so cold. I already got my lesson.” He said, extending his hand to Aemond. He looked at him dispassionately and took a sip from his glass. Only seeing Bunny's gaze, he extended his hand and they shook awkwardly.

"You're a lucky man. Watch over her and take care of her." Lucas added, the smile never left his face. Aemond's jaw tightened in irritation at his words. Bunny cut in quickly.

"Lucas, please." She whispered, looking pleadingly at him. Lucas looked at her surprised.

"I'm not saying anything bad. I wish you only happiness." He grunted, shrugging.

"Thank you, but I don't want your wishes, Lucas. I'm begging you, it's enough." She said impatiently and horrified that Aemond was looking at him as if he wanted to kill him. Lucas blinked, clearly hurt by her words. He wanted to say something, but Aemond wouldn't let him.

"Thank you for your wishes, Lucas. Now get the fuck out, because I'm running out of patience." He said low, looking at him intensely. Lucas laughed under his breath and looked at Bunny.

"Is he hurting you? You can tell me if…” He didn't finish before Aemond started walking towards him, Bunny stopped him quickly and gave him a pleading look.

"No, Aemond! No!" Aemond looked at her, his lips pressed into a thin line. Bunny looked at Lucas, then back at him. She grabbed his hand. "Let's get out of here." She said softly.

Aemond exhaled softly, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, and the two of them headed for the room where all the group's belongings were. Aemond glared at her as soon as they entered.

"Who the fuck was that?" He hissed through clenched teeth. Bunny looked at him pleadingly, sighing heavily.

“I… We used to be together, but I broke up with him two years ago.” She said quietly, Aemond turned his head away, furious, pacing the room nervously. "You have your past and I have mine. He's been pestering me with messages ever since we've been together, he's probably jealous…"

"What?" He cut her off, coming closer to her, looking at her incredulously. "Your ex has been texting you for weeks and you haven't told me anything?"

Bunny pursed her lips, feeling her heart pounding at how bad it sounded. She swallowed hard as she saw his furious expression.

“I didn't text him back, hoping he'd just stop. I didn't want to upset you. I'm sorry!" She said as she saw him heading towards the door and wanting to leave. She stopped him and he gave her an angry look.

"Please, don't go! Tell me everything you want, everything you think, but don't leave." She said quickly, breathing uneasily, looking at him desperately. Aemond pursed his lips.

"I'm telling you everything. I am not hiding anything from you, although I could. I could assume all this would upset you and you don't need to know everything. You want it? I'm supposed to decide for you what you should hear about?" He asked coldly. Bunny felt tears well up in her eyes, but she held them back. She felt herself shaking all over.

"No." She said softly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to talk about it because I don't want to think about him. Deep down I despise him. I didn't think of it that way." She said, looking pleadingly at him.

"If you want, I'll show you everything. Everything he wrote to me." She said as she unlocked her phone and launched the app.

"I don't feel like it anymore. Put on your jacket, I'll drive you home." He said flatly and left, slamming the door behind him. Bunny pursed her lips and cried softly. She stayed inside until she calmed down.

She put on her jacket with trembling hands and left, heading down the hall toward the exit. She saw that Lucas had noticed her and was walking towards her. She stopped, wanting to talk to him without witnesses.

"Did you cry? Did he do something to you?" He asked her, wanting to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away, enraged.

"I cry because of you. I asked you to leave me alone. Is that so hard to understand?" She asked reproachfully, her nose slightly clogged from crying. Lucas pursed his lips.

"Look how he treats you. As if you were his thing. You can talk and meet whoever you want." He said impatiently. Bunny looked at him angrily.

"You don't know anything about him. Don't talk about him." She said feeling a tightness in her chest.

"He's playing in a band. He'll hit a few chicks on every tour. Why are you deluding yourself?" He asked, stepping closer to her, but she stepped back and laughed.

“You don't play in a band and you got a few chicks once in a while anyway. Are you going to ask me why I was deluding myself?" She asked amused, not having the strength to cry anymore. She shook her head in disbelief.

"You asked me if we would be friends. We won't be. Stay away from me or Aemond. I've tried to be polite to you, but as usual, you don't get the refusal. Here you go, now five minutes for you where you can make yourself a victim as usual." She blurted out through pursed lips, breathing heavily.

Lucas looked down at her with a serious expression.

"I remember you differently. But do what you want. Some people like being someone's pushover." He said and turned around. Bunny started crying again.

She thought Aemond was still waiting for her, so she moved quickly, wiping her eyes. She stood dumbstruck when she saw Aemond leaning against the wall just across the aisle, smoking a cigarette.

She swallowed hard and lowered her head, realizing he had heard everything. He exhaled smoke through his nose.

"Do you want me to beat his stupid face?" He asked, taking another drag on his cigarette. Bunny shook her head slowly.

Aemond looked at her and was silent for a moment. He held out his hand to her and she literally ran over to him, hugging him tightly. He had one arm around her, stroking her hair.

"I'm so sorry. Don't be angry." She said softly as she snuggled into his chest. His scent filled her lungs pleasantly. She felt herself shaking in despair.

"I'm sorry too." He said exhaling smoke through his nose, tilting his head back. "I don't know if I was angry with you or that you had someone before me." He added finally.

Bunny looked at him in surprise. She took his free hand in hers and pressed it to her cheek. Aemond looked at her gently.

"I am only yours." She whispered softly, kissing his hand reverently. Aemond shivered.

"Only mine?" He asked softly, as if he wanted to know if he had heard correctly. His thumb brushed over her lips and she nodded. Aemond leaned toward her.

“Good. Because I'm not going to share you with anyone." He purred, grabbing the nape of her neck and sliding his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hungrily and intensely.

Bunny moaned softly, her lips parting, allowing him to caress her, responding to his every kiss. She clenched her hands on his Tshirt, pressing her lips to him tighter, they kissed chaotically and passionately. Aemond broke away from her with a wet sound, looking down at her.

"Do you want to go to my car?" He asked low, looking at her expectantly. Bunny's lips parted and she blushed in surprise at this ambiguous proposition.

She glanced quickly to the side and saw that his car was parked in a shady little alley, unlit. Virtually no one passed by. She looked at him again and nodded.

They both crossed the street, holding hands. Aemond opened the back door and sat in the seat, drawing her with him. He slammed the door and, without waiting for anything, took off her sweater. Bunny squealed in surprise and tried to cover herself with her hands, but Aemond wouldn't let her.

"No. No covering up. It's all mine, remember?" He asked feisty, running the tip of his tongue over her nipple. Bunny moaned softly, tilting her head back at the sensation. Aemond smirked and pulled her buttocks closer to him, now pressing against his swollen cock in his pants.

"Look what you're doing to me, babygirl." He murmured, his hands stroking her back, his mouth sucking and licking her breast. Bunny moaned softly, rubbing against him slowly. He smiled in satisfaction at the feeling.

“I could fuck you all night if you wanted to. I wouldn't pull my cock out of you." He said low, running his tongue along her neck, moving towards her ear. He felt her shiver at his words. "Would you like that?"

Bunny's lips parted slightly, her hands tightening on his jacket and hair, her hips rubbing steadily against him, seeking any source of pressure. She swallowed silently, feeling her heart pounding as her wetness trickled down her thighs. Her lower lip trembled.

“...Yes” She whispered, embarrassed. He grabbed her hair gently and kissed her hungrily. His fingers moved aside the material of her panties, massaging her clit, sinking in the juices flowing from her. Bunny moaned loudly, feeling his touch where she needed it, her hips matching the movement of his hand.

"Tell me what you want, little one." He purred, feeling her desperation. He felt like his cock would explode if he didn't enter her soon. He was full of admiration for the way she affected him, how susceptible she was to what he was doing to her. Bunny gasped softly at his words, all red.

"I…Oh, Aemond" She moaned softly, her hands reaching for his belt and starting to undo it. He grabbed her wrists, not letting her.

"M-m. Ask nicely and you'll get what you want." He said low and menacing as he continued to massage her with his other hand. Her wet, hot cunt throbbed all over under his fingers. Bunny pressed her forehead against his, feeling she was on edge. She opened her mouth in despair, unable to focus anymore.

"Please, put it in me." She whispered and moaned loudly as she felt his finger slid inside her, moving in and out in a fast, intense rhythm, rubbing against the places that gave her the greatest pleasure.

"Just like that? Is that what you want?" He asked teasingly, breathing quickly, smiling at the corner of his mouth. Bunny moaned in despair, knowing he was teasing her.

"No, please, fuck me, fuck me with your cock" She sobbed, defeated, red with embarrassment, on the verge of orgasm. Aemond groaned low, looking at her with satisfaction.

He took his finger out of her and quickly unzipped his pants, sliding them down just enough to reveal his swollen, lust-throbbing cock for her.

"Here you go. All for you.” He grunted, looking at her expectantly. He moaned into her mouth as she kissed him greedily, his hands helping her push away the fabric of her panties as she began to push against him.

They both moaned loudly as she lowered herself onto him, all the way to the top, filling herself completely. She rested her hands on his shoulders, bouncing up and down on him, seeking her fulfillment.

Aemond's hands tightened on her hips, forcing her to pick up speed, her buttocks hitting his thighs with great force. They both moaned and gasped with pleasure, feeling that their every move pressed and rubbed where they wanted it. Her breasts rose and fell with a wet sound, Aemond parting her lips with his thumb, looking at her with lust.

"Tell me who this sweet, tight pussy belongs to, babygirl." He panted, thrusting in her hard, listening to her sweet moans that were music to his ears. He felt her clinging on him. She was so tight he knew it was only a few more thrusts and she would come. His hands trailed down her body to his swollen cock relentlessly.

"To you, God, Aemond, I'm only yours" She mumbled in pleasure, riding him with all her might, rubbing herself in a place that sent shivers down her spine.

"Do you like it when I take what's mine? Hm?” He asked, panting heavily, his thrusts getting sharper, uncontrollable and chaotic.

"Yes, yes, it feels so good…Ah!" She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, feeling a wonderful orgasm run through her body, heat spreading through her muscles, giving her instant relief.

Aemond moaned loudly, pressing his face between her breasts and coming hard inside her. They were both panting and writhing under each other in pleasure as his semen spilled over her. Aemond pulled her close, kissing her neck and hair tenderly. His hand ran down her bare back. Bunny shivered hearing his voice.

"Don't be fooled that I'll let you sleep tonight."

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[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

could you do some hcs of Lyra and Grayson if they started dating in secret while the game was still being played? 🤍🤍 sorry if that didn’t make sense 😭

OMGGG YESS ESPECIALLY BC I HC THAT THEY DATED FOR A WHILE IN SECRET SO THAT THE CONTESTANTS + HIS FAMILY WOULDNT OVERREACT 🤭🤭🤭

- they sneak each other notes on when and where to meet up

- grayson would have to sneak out of the house to visit lyras apartment and almost got caught by jameson one time 🫢

- but he made up a lie and said gigi had asked him to visit, so jameson reluctantly dropped it but was still suspicious

- it’s harder for them to date secretly since everybody thinks they’re dating and has an eye out for them in case they see them kissing or something, but they’re very sneaky so it’s all good 😜

- lyra having to wear turtlenecks to cover up hickeys

- grayson stayed in lyras room more then lyra stayed in graysons room bc his brothers loved to just barge in randomly

- whenever they had the chance to, they would sneak away from the contestants to make out or something and then come back at different times so it wouldn’t be suspicious

- grayson would distract her with kisses if she’s really stuck on a riddle/thing for the game

- when it was late at night and the other contestants were (mainly) asleep, they would meet in the library and just talk. about their life, secrets, things that haunt them, whatever comes to mind. they just feel comfortable with each other and love having long talks 💗

- they also loved sneaking out and going stargazing, with lyras head on grays chest as they looked at the stars and pointed out any constellations they saw 🤭🩷

- surprisingly enough, xander was actually the one to accidentally stumble across them kissing in a secret tunnel, and lyra and gray were both mortified

- they both begged him not to tell anybody and he didn’t for a bit, but nash got the secret out of him eventually 😔

- a few weeks after nash found out, everybody found out 💀

- and once they did, all hell broke loose. jameson was pissed that he was the only brother who didn’t know about his “secret” relationship, libby and avery were always teasing him about lyra, the contestants were just downright foul, always making jokes and never letting Lyra and gray have a single moment alone together just to be annoying, and Nan was just ecstatic that her boy FINALLY found somebody 💀

BUT THATS ALL 💗💗

[ar-agon]

The Call

This is my first time writing for this fandom. I hope its okay -Ar

Summary: You got a call late at night. One that freaked you out and it just so happened that your boyfriend came right after.

Length: 1351

The killer was after you, that's all you knew. It always started with a phone call. That was the death sentence, your death sentence. All you knew about the killer was that they called him Ghost Face. You didn't know why but you guessed you were going to find out soon. All the doors to your house were locked which only gave you little comfort as you hid in your room. When would he come? You wanted to be ready for him when he arrived, the only weapon that you had was a baseball bat that you clutched tightly as you waited. Maybe he was just toying with you, maybe the call was just to get a rise out of you. To scare you. A knock at your front door made you jump.

"Come on babe, open up," came the voice of your boyfriend Stu after his second round of knocking. You calmed down a bit as you slinked out of your closet and ran to the front door. You were quick to unlock the door and pull your boyfriend in.

"Get in here," you said before slamming the door shut and locking it again.

"Woah, babe. What's going on?" he asked you as he set his hands to calm down your shaky form.

"I got a call from the killer," you whispered.

Stu took a step back and let out a low growl, "Fuck!" He looked around your room quickly then grabbed your baseball bat. "I told him you were off limits."

You stared at Stu in disbelief taking a step away from him. He had always been a loving boyfriend but now he was starting to scare you, "Stu what are you talking about? Who did you tell?" You were starting to panic again. He wasn't making any sense.

"Calm down," he soothed, holding out his hand, "Just take my hand."

You sighed softly and reluctantly reached out your trembling hand. Maybe he was just trying to protect you but his last sentence scared you. It sounded as if he knew who the killer was but that would be impossible. Stu had never been violent, at least not when you were around. He was just goofy and energetic. That was what you loved about him. He got you out of your shell. You were a shy person but around him, you started to open up more. Even made some friends. Once got to the safety of your room he let go of your hand.

"Stay here okay," he tells you as he started to back out of the room, "I'll be right back."

"Please don't go, Stu," you begged as you grabbed onto his arm.

He took your other arm and pulled you close to him. "Baby, I'm sorry. I've gotta go."

"What are you talking about? The killer could be right outside."

"It's okay, I promise."

"But what if you don't come back? Don't leave me alone," you said terrified.

He sighed walking back to you. He knelt down and cradled your face in his hands, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to call Billy." You nodded. Billy was a close friend of Stu's and in turn yours as well. The thought of having both of them at your house gave you some comfort. So, you let your boyfriend go and stayed on the bed and waited. It was starting to take Stu a long time to get back, which just gave you a bad feeling so you crept down the stairs to look for him. As he said he was on the phone with his back turned to you. Which allowed you to listen to at least half of the conversation.

"Leave her alone, Billy," he said into the phone, "this was not part of the agreement. You promised to leave her alone."

Billy must have said something that made Stu angry because his grip on the phone tightened, "she is not a distraction. How could you say that?"

"That's enough, Billy. Leave her out of this."

"Stu?" you spoke up as you saw him getting tense, "baby? What's going on?" Stu whipped around to face you.

"Nothing, babe. Just a little misunderstanding."

"About what?" you stayed by the stairs. Something was going on and you didn't like it. You had always been able to pick up on things really well and this was starting to feel off to you. It was like Stu was somehow involved with the killings and in turn, so was Billy, "What did you get yourself into?"

Stu sighed. He was still on the phone with Billy, "No, I'm not going to do that," Stu answered whatever was said on the other line.

"Do what? Stu tell me what's going on. Please," you urged. You wanted to know so badly, but the fear of what was actually going on had you on guard. You didn't have a weapon anymore. Stu had taken it from you when he walked in. Staying away from him was your only option right now.

"I love you, you know that right?" he asked. Your landline was still clutched in his grasp having moved it away from his ear.

"I love you too," you answered, "but you're scaring me Stu."

"I'm sorry.”

“Stu?”

“I didn’t want you to find out.”

That one statement solidified all of your thoughts. Though you couldn’t believe it was true. Not your Stu. The love of your life. Nothing until this moment ever gave you any idea what he had been up to when he wasn’t with you. When he was hanging out with Billy. You knew now that your boyfriend had been a murderer all this time. That he was this Ghost Face everyone was terrified of. Not just him but Billy as well. Someone you called friend. Was it all fake? Were they just playing with your feelings before they killed you? That can’t be true. Not when Stu had called Billy to defend you. To try to save your life. Though killing people wasn’t something you could just overlook.

“No,” you whispered still in disbelief, “no this can’t be true.”

“Babe, let me explain.”

“You killed people, Stu. How can you explain something like that? What reason could be good enough to make that better,” you said as you stumbled up some stairs, “I… I trusted you. I loved you.”

“Please, I won’t hurt you,” he sent the phone down as he walked slowly towards you.

“How do I know that’s true?”

“Because I’ve never have before and I won’t start now.”

"But Billy wants to. Right? He was the one that made the call."

"I won't let him hurt you," He promised. He held out his hand for you to take. You reached your hand out slowly as you stared at him. You were waiting for him to do something. You didn't know what but that small animal-like part of your brain told you to run.

"Take my hand, please," he asked. His eyes were pleading with you to trust him.

"Stu, I want to trust you," you tell him, "I do but you're a killer."

"That doesn't change how I feel about you and it never will."

You looked down at his hand and back at him. He was still your Stu, you knew deep down that he was but you didn't know if you could overlook the killer part. It was a hard decision but in the end, you decided to put your faith in him. You took his hand and allowed him to lead you downstairs.

"I think we should go to Billy's place," he said as he led you to the door, "he'll explain everything and I'll make sure that he doesn't touch you."

"I don't think, I can see Billy tonight," you tell him as you looked up at him, "not when I know he was going to kill me."

"Fine, alright," Stu agreed as he pulled you into his arms, "we'll stay in for the night."

"I love you," you whispered into his chest.

"I love you too," he answered, "and I'm sorry."

[aerkame]

Hello! I’d like to send in a request, I’m not picky about format so you can do headcannons, a one shot, etc. ^^

Takes place during Transformers Prime Season 2, Episodes 1-2.

Orion Pax coming across Optimus’ human charge on the Nemesis (said GN!human charge is a mercenary who needs energon to survive because they’re kinda part Predacon due to MECH fucking around with a funny looking fossil they found; this’ll be relevant in a bit. They were with Arcee when she got into the ship, they jumped off her and hid in the little side crevice under the main walkway [something like what Bulkhead is crawling through in S2 Ep10: Armada 11:57] when Soundwave opened a ground bridge) They kinda have to beg him not to report them to Megatron, and he agrees (albeit very reluctantly).

They hide behind/under his workspace and he brings them energon so they don’t die✨ (apparently he’s gone for a long while [a few weeks to a month] and not like, a few days like I originally thought-)

They converse, having nothing better to do to pass the time, and Orion has a strong and fond sense of familiarity lingering in the back of his mind.

Little does he know he was developing strong feelings for them, back then as Optimus and now once more as Orion.

(I’m so sorry about how long it is but I felt like it would make sense if I didn’t explain-)

If this seems like too much please feel free to delete my request ^^”

Sorry for the late post!

Also it's alright, It is a long explanation, but good for the headcanons so I know what I'm working with. I'll try leaving some details vague though, as the whole purpose of me being strict on backgrounds or OCs is so that any reader can immerse themselves in what I post as simply the reader.

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Optimus...well, Orion knew that something was very off the second he laid his optics on you. He had done enough research behind Megatron's back to know what planet he was on and the inhabitants on it, and you were not supposed to be like that. He could tell there were Cybertronian metals in your body, his only guess was experimentation of sorts. Orion was taken aback by this when you came rushing in for a place to hide and in his spark he knew he couldn't let an innocent fall to harm on his watch, this encounter stored in his memories now had only made him further question Megatron's motives. Too many secrets, too many inconsistencies, and too much loss of life. With you here staying with him (albeit in secret), Orion felt more at ease, finally having someone there to ground him on stressful days. When you do eventually need to refuel just like him, he always lets you get your fill first, tipping his cube of energon just enough to let you take sips. During this time his mind wanders a bit, curious as to how exactly you're still functioning after all this time in a body like yours. What happened to you? Who did this to you? How are you able to process energon like him? Every time these thoughts come up he's tempted to ask you but shies away from the idea of pushing you on a sensitive subject such as that, a habit of his old self, not something Optimus would do. It's until after you bring it up after venting to him does he hear about what really happened. It saddens him really...what happened to you, how much it just reminds him of his own world where corruption is everywhere, even on this young planet. He wishes he could help you, he really does, but he's not sure where he would start. Both you and Orion grew closer and closer over the time spent on the Nemesis, each day you'd tell him something new about Earth and in exchange he'd tell you something about Cybertron. Orion wasn't like Optimus in many ways, him being more open like this as one reason and Orion being far more gentle in his aura as another reason. Eventually you did try bringing up that Orion WAS a Prime, but he struggled with explaining his hesitance to believe you. As far as he knew, he was Orion Pax, right before the war started, nothing made sense to him anymore. It did not mean he was ignorant of Megatron's suspicious behavior though nor did he not believe you outright, He could tell for himself that this was not the mech he once knew. If anything he wanted to speak with someone from team Prime to hear their side of the story. It was risky sure, but with everything you had discussed with each other, he was willing to take that risk once the opportunity arrived. When there was a long period of free time, Orion opted to lay down on his berth and have long chats with you. Something about you just felt familiar and warm, and you were his only comfort while stuck on that ship. Every time you smiled or laughed his spark would feel light and he'd slowly begin smiling himself. Maybe soon he'll find a safe way for you to leave the ship, and then you two could meet again, but for now, he would enjoy your presence with him. This growing relationship did not go unnoticed however...Megatron knew you could be a threat to his plans, but for now, you seemed to be keeping Orion's mind in tact, something he needed if he wanted the best work out of him. The warlord could not help but feel a pang of anger though when he saw how Orion looked at you, he knew that look all too well.

Note: Sorry if there are any errors, I'm still sick and I might not be thinking straight.

[alpinefrsh]

Buncha Tommy & rottmnt crossover AUs

Beneath the cut, you'll find several crossover ideas between Tommyinnt and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (plus two at the end with Lego Monkie Kid included), most of which I'd like to write something for in the future when I'm done with my current series. That being said, do what you will with these, If any of these prompts happen to tickle your fancy, be my guest.

1 - Foot Recruit Innit: After a series of events that results in Tommy winding up in nyc, Tommy discovers a group of cool ninja people and follows them around until they let him join. The name of this group? The Foot Clan.

2 - Tommyinnit Hueso’s Waiter AU: Crimeboys live in NYC, Wilbur takes care of Tommy, and despite his best efforts, Tommy can tell that his older brother is struggling to keep them afloat. He takes it upon himself to get a part time job somewhere to help out. Unfortunately, everyone keeps turning him away and telling him to “Go play with his friends,” or something. He spies someone stepping through a wall in an alleyway and follows them into a pizza place full of odd looking people. His brother taught him not to judge though, so Tommy finds the owner of the establishment and asks for a job. Hueso decides he can’t do too much damage if he’s just cleaning and taking orders, so he (reluctantly, after a lot of begging and barely held back insults on Tommy’s part) hires Tommy. 3 - Cat Shifter Tommy AU: Mikey finds a cute, weirdly intelligent cat in a dumpster and decides to smuggle it into the lair after making it promise to stay quiet and hidden whenever his family is around. Tommy isn’t great at being sneaky, but he’ll do his best if it means free food and a safe place to sleep.

4 - Exile!Tommy and Future!Leo: After sending Casey Jr through the portal to find the key and stop the Krang, he falls through the ground and finds himself in an unfamiliar land with a very loud, traumatized blond, and his forgetful ghost brother. 5 - Sbi+Kristin in NYC: Family Sbi living in nyc, doesn’t matter if bio or adopted. Tommy is anywhere between 6 and 8 when he meets the turtles and April and promptly decides that they are his best friends after swearing to secrecy. His family is worried that Tommy’s being bullied after the fifth outlandish excuse for why he was out so late, but every attempt to pry has been met with progressively more insistent claims from Tommy that he’s perfectly fine and they’re worrying over nothing. 6 - Scu!Tommy causing problems on purpose around NYC: Exactly what it says on the tin, Tommy’s schemes can range from petty to disastrous depending on the day. He likes to harass the turtles because he thinks they’re cool and he doesn’t know how to make friends like a normal person.

7 - Roommates April & Tommy: Tommy is April’s roommate who spends his spare time coming up with increasingly ridiculous theories for what she gets up to in her spare time (He has no idea the turtles exist yet).

8 - Battle Nexus Champion Tommy: After accidentally entering a portal to the hidden city at a young age, Tommy gets taken in by Big Mama and raised to be the Champion of the battle Nexus. Featuring a fuck ton of emotional repression, a ‘Kill first, ask questions later’ attitude, and manipulative Big Mama 👍

9 - Space Mixup AU: Three way crossover between ROTTMNT, LMK, and SBI where April, MK, and Tommy are all humans part of alien crews from their respective fandoms, and an incident where they all happen to be on the same planet at once, the humans accidentally wind up on the wrong ships. (Tang is also a human, but he gets nabbed by bounty hunters who were after Tommy for committing several felonies and somehow managed to confuse the two because “What do you mean this isn’t the target? It’s a human? How many humans could there possibly be in space???”)

10 - Dimension Hopper Tommy AU: Tommy finds a miscellaneous enchanted object when out on a walk (not that he realizes it’s enchanted) and when a strange tall man (Wilbur) runs up to him demanding that he hand it over, Tommy panics and the object yeets him to another dimension. Que the prolonged chaotic chase scene between Rottmnt, LMK, and maybe even a couple different Rottmnt AUs? 🤔

These are all pretty slimmed down the the bare bones of the ideas for the sake of not being any more excessive than I'm sure this already is, so if you want extra details on anything in particular, I've got elaboration for everything but SCU, Roommates, and Battle Nexus (Though I'm sure I could ramble about them anyway if given the chance) Additionally, I have several fic ideas/AUs centered around Tommy in Lego Monkie Kid, so if that concept tickles your fancy, let me know and I'll toss them up in a separate post.

[prodigal-explorer]

a morning in kel's mind - an omori ficlet

spoilers for omori

(cw for mention of thoughts of suicide)

It was time to go to school, but Kel couldn't bring himself to get out of bed.

He couldn't stop thinking about Basil.

Everybody had expected Kel to be the first one to forgive him.

After all, Kel was the least serious one in the group, and he tended to be very merciful when it came to the faults or mistakes of others--especially now that he had grown out of his overly-rude-class-clown phase. Kel forgave a lot of things. He was always willing to move on when he and Aubrey squabbled. He forgave Hero whenever he got angry or annoyed with him.

And Kel was loyal. He always tried to see the good in his friends, even when it was hard. When Aubrey started building walls so people couldn't see how she was crumbling apart inside, Kel still reached out, trying to pull her out of her self-imposed isolation.

It seemed like the right thing to do, the good thing, to forgive and forget.

But when Sunny told Kel, Aubrey, and Hero the truth about what happened to Mari, Kel felt like he had frozen.

He couldn't think about anything except how hellish the past four years had been. Sure, there were good times, but Mari's suicide was what destroyed everything. Aubrey was left all alone when the friend group dissolved, and nobody was there for her anymore. Of course she turned to bad influences; it was only natural when she had no other choice. And the fact that Mari's body was disrespected so terribly made Kel nauseous whenever he thought about it too hard. So he tried not to.

But the one person he couldn't stop thinking about in that moment was Hero. His brother, the boy who seemed invincible to the world, had been completely shattered. Night after night, Kel woke up to the sound of Hero sobbing into his pillow, begging for Mari to come back. One day when Hero was out, Kel read his diary and found nothing but countless entries of Hero hating himself, feeling like he could have done more to help, blaming himself for letting Mari die. There was even a page where Hero asked himself if it would be the right thing to do to join Mari, considering that she died because of his negligence.

That entry had chilled Kel to his core, and when he told their parents about it, and Hero got angry, Kel had been too relieved to be afraid. An angry Hero was better than a dead Hero.

Kel reluctantly sat up in bed, looking out the window at Sunny's old house.

He forgave Sunny eventually. Mari was his sister, after all, and Kel figured that her being dead in a way was punishment enough, morbid as the idea was. And besides, he had moved away. Kel once read on a fortune cookie that distance makes the heart fonder, and he supposed it had been correct. Sunny was easy to forgive.

Basil, on the other hand, was proving to be much harder.

Kel wanted to forgive him more than anything, but it was just so hard. For four years, Kel tried his best to stay by Basil's side, defending him from bullies whenever he saw an altercation, even taking his side over Aubrey's which was very difficult. Even though Kel and Aubrey fought, Kel was unable to feel anything in his heart besides pity whenever he saw Aubrey with that hot-pink hair, wielding a bat that was too heavy.

Basil was the reason why Aubrey didn't trust Kel enough to open up. Kel was too busy accusing Aubrey of being a bully to realize just how vulnerable she had been. And it was all because of Basil, his crying for help ringing louder than Aubrey could even try to compete with. Even when Aubrey hadn't done a thing to Basil, she was still seen as the bad guy.

Maybe Aubrey was right to push him into the lake.

Kel's eyes narrowed just thinking about it. Maybe it was unfair to pin all of that on Basil, but Kel found that he didn't really care. After spending four years acting like the most innocent child on the planet, maybe Basil deserved a little more blame than was due, just to make up for all the blame he'd gotten away from by putting on an act and pretending.

If there was one thing Kel hated, it was liars. And Basil was the biggest, fattest, most revolting liar Kel knew.

When Kel spit into the sink after brushing his teeth, he was a bit shocked to see pink going down the drain until he realized he had simply been brushing his gums too aggressively while thinking about Basil. He sighed and rinsed out his mouth, staring at his own tired face in the mirror.

Was holding onto all of this resentment really healthy? Kel didn't want to be known as the guy who held a grudge. He wanted to be who he used to be: the class clown with no stress, no anxiety, no fear. He wanted to be approachable, somebody who could share a laugh with anybody.

But how on Earth could he do that with the person who broke his brother and destroyed his group of friends? And lied about it for years, leading Kel to believe something that was so far from the truth that it was almost comical? It almost felt wrong to not hold a grudge.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Kel rushed down the stairs. With Hero back at school, the house felt empty once again, but Kel put a smile on his face to greet the baby.

"Hi-hi, Sally-Sally!" Kel cooed, gently ticking his sister's feet before sighing softly, a bittersweet fondness overtaking his voice, "Mari would have loved fussing over you. She loved babies. She and Hero once even got into a little scuffle about whether or not babies have a distinctive smell to them. I guess I owe it to her to check."

He leaned in close, even though it felt strange, and deeply breathed in the scent of his baby sister. Sally giggled at the action, finding Kel to be quite silly. And Kel found himself to be quite silly as well when he realized that Sally smelled like nothing in particular, besides a faint tinge of bananas.

"Looks like Hero wins this one," Kel said with a chuckle, patting Sally on the head before looking for some orange juice in the fridge.

As he did, his phone buzzed, and when he checked the notification, his nose scrunched up reflexively when he saw that Basil was the one messaging him.

"Hey, Kel, do we have a test in biology today? I don't want to bring my textbook if we won't be using them anyway! ^^' -Basil"

Kel sighed and started to respond. It was only the polite thing to do. But as he was about to press send, his finger hovered over the button for a few seconds, suspended in air, and then, Kel threw the phone back down onto the counter with such suddenness that Sally jumped. He couldn't bring himself to care.

Why should he lie about how he felt about Basil? In a way, wouldn't pretending to like Basil be akin to Basil pretending to be a good friend who didn't ruin lives? If Kel did this, acting all buddy-buddy with somebody he despised, was he really any better than Basil? Why would Kel want to do something he hated so much, just for the sake of somebody he also hated? It made no sense, and yet...

Kel wanted to.

He wanted to take the easy way out so badly. If he acted like everything was okay, then hangouts with the friend group wouldn't be so awkward anymore. But no matter what, no matter how many times Kel saw Basil, the only emotion he could process was pure, unbridled hatred.

It wasn't fair, but it was happening anyway.

Was this what growing up was?

Kel picked up his phone and deleted the message before it could be sent, leaving Basil to guess whether or not to bring his dumb biology book as he walked out the front door and headed off to school.