#drabble while I pass tf out

[leighsartworks216]

Sylus waking up with you in his arms and greedily curling even further around you, holding you as close to him as possible, when his hand touches something wet and warm. It's by your legs, on the covers, so his first thought is that you're on your period. But... wait, didn't you have it a couple weeks ago???

You're woken up by him roughly pulling himself away and throwing the covers off of you, turning you onto your back so he can find the source. It's hard to miss the big spot of red soaking through your shirt.

He hadn't thought to check you over, honestly. Yes, you got back from a mission and practically passed out the second you laid down, but he didn't think you got hit at all. Pissed because you didn't say anything. Pissed because you wrote off your heal so easily. Pissed because he didn't notice.

And you're left watching through a daze as he treats you. His brow is furrowed. His movements are rougher than usual, but he eases up when you wince. He staunchly refuses to meet your eyes.

But the worst part is the silence. He doesn't say anything. His teeth are clenched, jaw twitching with every stitch and bloody gauze. You try to get him to speak, but he bites his tongue. Nothing he says right now will help; it would only do more damage. So he stays silent.

Once the bandage is secure around you, he lifts you up and sets you back down on the couch to deal with the bloody sheets, but not without tossing a fresh shirt onto the arm of the couch.

You're in near tears. The guilt and ache in your heart extends to every cell in your body, all-consuming and painful. He's midway through pulling off the extensive silk sheets when you wrap your arms around him from behind, hugging him tightly, face pressed into his back, begging him to please just say anything.

The room is still. His heartbeat is erratic as ever, but it seems to stutter and jostle more right now. His breaths are deep and heavy.

He woke up, holding his love, with your blood staining his hand. It scared him to his core. Instilled so much fear into his system, he doesn't know how to cope. He can't get the words out right now, not in the calm way he needs to, but he doesn't shove you away. He relishes the contact, truly. The feeling of your breath heating up his shirt as you cling to him. The way your hands clutch at the fabric over his abs. The squeeze of your arms around his sides.

He's still so pissed. He can't- he doesn't want to hurt you, even if he was a bit harsher than strictly necessary when tending your injury.

So he places his hand over yours. You slip one out to rest over his, holding onto it like a lifeline. And he stays there.

The blood is starting to soak into the mattress. The silk is all but completely ruined. Your shirt is still stained, transferring to his own clothes in the hug.

But you're alive.

You're alive.

[pupyuj]

Please do g!p biker wonyoung I’M BEGGING YOU🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

working on drabbles that were due months ago and wow this is like a whole ass trip to feb-march 😭😭😭 longer than i wanted it to be but hey that’s more for you guys!! 😛💕

[cw: g!p wonyoung, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, creampie, other freaky shit but this list would be half the post so “etc.” be upon ye!!]

oh preppy popular campus princess you who has not stopped making crazy bedroom eyes towards the beautiful and mysterious wonyoung after having a conversation with her at some random mixer many months ago… what was the conversation about? fuck if you remember—you were not at all listening to whatever fell from wonyoung’s mouth! you were, in fact, more focused on how she looked so damn good in that leather jacket she either a) have multiple pairs of, or b) wears on herself just 24/7 😍

you couldn’t believe that such a gorgeous girl would be riding a cool ass bike to campus, and have loud, greaser guy (and girl!) friends but somehow that added like 20 times to the charm and you made sure to let wonyoung know! from snarky but genuine, passing compliments to full-on flirting in the hallways and parking lots… you’ve certainly got her attention now 🤭🤭

she looks at you like how the others do—like they want to eat you whole but since it’s wonyoung and not some unflattering, mumbling dork from some arts department, you appreciate it a whole fucking lot! 😋 wonyoung likes to look at you up and down so shamelessly, most of the time right in front of you and other people too!! her favorite interactions are when she finds you trapped between herself and her bike, where you’d be twirling your hair in your fingers while wonyoung takes her sweet ass time staring at you in the most perverse way possible.. 😛 looking at the two of you makes everyone uncomfortable, but that’s the way you both like it 😚

all that pushing and pulling (mostly pushing) eventually leads to a visit to wonyoung’s garage where she finally, finally kisses you while you sat on her bike, clad with only a miniskirt and her jacket 🥰 it’s obvious in the way in which she kissed you that she just wanted to fuck your brains out but oh, she just had to savour this moment! 🫣

wony very boldly demanding you to ride and grind on the seat of her bike.. quickly saying that she doesn’t care when you express your concern with getting it dirty… so ofc you get to work quickly 🤭 now what you didn’t know is wonyoung’s perverted ass has dreamt of this for months now—having you moan and whine on her bike under her watchful eye… naturally she was going to treat this like she did every other night that she thought about this exact scenario: by pulling out her cock and jerking off! 😋💕

wony cumming a bit earlier than she intended bcs your noises sounded so sweet in her ears and you looked too pretty on her bike… big fan of the idea of her being so messy that it gets her all shy and embarrassed looking at her hand, but luckily you were there to help her clean up after your own orgasm! 🥺 baby being red-faced and everything until she locks tf in and grabs you by your (her) jacket and forces her fingers inside your mouth… and ofc you knew exactly what to do, you dirty dog 😞😞😞

she doesn’t even wait until you’ve finished cleaning up her hand before she pulls you down from her bike and bends you over the seat, and she doesn’t remove her fingers from your mouth while she pounded you from behind, relishing in the sound of you gagging and choking on her fingers, your saliva, and her cum all at the same time 😩 judging by the way you arched your back and slurred wony’s name every time she hit a spot right, she knew you really, really liked what she was doing to you and that in return did something to her 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pussy so good it changes her brain chemistry or something idk. 🫩

but ugh, wony’s definitely imprinting the image of her, well, sperm and your slick mingling as you both came at the same time in her brain forever! man she’s so completely enthralled by you that she might just let you keep that stupid jacket!! 🤭 and she doesn’t complain one bit when you personally drag her upstairs to her room and show her just how good you can ride 😛

[batsybat91]

Hear me out: tf 141 hubbies/bf catching reader dancing and singing along the music reader put up to do household chores!

Holy shit!! Hello, I'm so excited to see an anon ask! You totally made my day <3

As for the prompt, I think that is a beautiful idea. I can picture it now! Simon's my favorite, so I'll use him for this little drabble.

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You're doing some much-needed housework before your husband comes home. Since he's been gone on a mission, you got a little lazy. To pass the time faster, you put on a '70s and '80s playlist.

While you scrub down the kitchen with your Scrub Daddy, a Journey's Any Way You Want It comes on. You can't help but hold the sponge up to your mouth like a microphone.

"Any way you want it, that's the way you need it! Any way you want it! She loves to laugh, she loves to sing, she does everything. She loves to move, she loves to groove, she loves the lovely things!" you sing, turning the music up. You throw your sponge in the sink, striking a pose before you keep dancing across the cold tiles.

You do an air guitar, then switch to air drums as the music switches to the chorus. "All night! All night! Oh, every night! Hold tight! Hold tight! Ooh, baby, hold tight. Oh! She said 'Any way you want it-" You point forward "-That's the way you need it! Any way you want it!'"

You slide across the kitchen floor in your socks, planting face-first into your husband's chest. A chuckle rumbles through his chest as he wraps his arms around you. "How's it going, love?" he asks, lips brushing your ear.

You giggle, burying your face in his shoulder. "Sorry! I didn't think you'd be home."

"Why are you sorry?" Simon tosses his skullface mask on your freshly cleaned counters. "I think it's cute."

"I- I don't know," you admit with a shy shrug.

He presses a kiss to your nose, which makes you scrunch it. As the song ends, the next one fades in. Take My Breath Away by Berlin. "Why don't we dance?" Simon offers you his hand. You gladly take it, and your jam session turns to slow dancing in the kitchen.

"I love you, Si." You grin as he twirls you around.

"I love you, too, darling." He pulls you back to his chest before he leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips.

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Thank you for the ask, darling! 🩷🩷

[lovverletters]

Yandere! Prince × Royalty! Reader

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

T/W : Possessive behaviour, murder, threats, abuse of power, implied forced marriage, controlling behaviour, the drabble kinda lowkey ass

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💌Yandere! Prince who were the heir to a prosperous kingdom ruled with an ironed fist by both the King and Queen.

🎀Yandere! Prince who were molded to become the perfect heir to the throne once his father passes. However it comes with a cost of his childhood being close to nonexistent.

💌Yandere! Prince who haven't lost his sanity yet because of you, his childhood friend. You were a royal too like him and the two of you bonded over the struggles of being in line for the throne together. You were the light to his dark depressing life.

🎀Yandere! Prince who grow possessive of you as you two grow older. He was already controlling over you when you were kids, not letting you having another friend other than him. But it only get worse now that you both are adults. Your beauty and worth are attracting too many suitors. He can't have that happened, you're going to be taken away from him!

💌Yandere! Prince who uses his power and influence to chase away your suitors, even at the cost of his parents being angry at him. It doesn't matter, if it mean he can keep you all to himself, that's all that matters. You matter the most to him, no one and nothing can change that.

🎀Yandere! Prince who's last straw snapped after finding out you were to be wed to another foreign royal. That night he poisoned his father and mother and set to become the new ruler of his kingdom the next day. He'd do anything, if it meant cancelling your engagement so you can be wed to him instead.

Drabble under the cut!

💌Short Drabble bc why tf not :

You were currently in a carriage and on your way to pay your friend a visit. After receiving the devastating news of the King and Queen passings, you immediately rushed to comfort your grieving friend, Prince Victor.

His parents sudden deaths meant that he'd rose to the throne to continue ruling his kingdom. You pitied your friend predicament, with becoming a King comes a huge responsibility.

"Poor Vic.. he must be overwhelmed and under so much pressured right now.." You muttered while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"We've arrived, your highness"

The coachman opens the carriage door and stepped aside for you to descend before bowing.You thanked him and made your way inside the palace, it's usual powerful aura felt gloomy with the loss of the King and Queen.

"[Name], how kind of you to pay me a visit"

You heard Victor's voice from behind you.Turning around you enveloped the taller man in a hug, catching by surprise. He recovered immediately and reciprocate it albeit a bit too tightly for comfort.

"Vic! I was looking for you.. and of course I would, the King and Queen are like a family to me. Also, I wanted to be there for you in this rough time"

Victor felt his face burning up at your words, oh if only you knew he was the one behind his parents deaths. You wouldn't be comforting him like you are now.

"I'm glad to hear that, [Name]. We consider you as one too"

After all, you would be part of his bloodline soon once you are wed to him after the period of mourning is over.

For now he'll just have to play up the act of grieving for his parent's deaths.

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[boredandwiredkitty]

In honor of kinktober I wanted to post some little drabbles I made. Featuring my favorite mech in some of my favorite kinks. So here ya go even though no one asked.

I apologize if it's written weird as this is my first tf smut.

TFP Wheeljack x reader

Reader is human, AFAB f!Reader

Warnings: Mild Breading kink, size kink, marking, 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

Living with wheeljack was everything you had ever hoped for. It had many perks that would take too long to list. But you soon noticed it also had came with some drawbacks.

Since you started to accept and embrace your feelings for the wild wrecker. Some things were hard to ignore. Like the growing ever present desire you also harbored for him. Though that was something you wanted to put a tight lid on. You were too embarrassed to let him know you had it down BAD for him. Your Relationship had started as good friends. Which slowly blossomed to something much more. And while you both shared an intimacy with eachother unlike with anyone else. You still haven't crossed that line.

There wasn't much privacy in his ship. So trying to seek release for your pent up feelings was rather impossible. You would feel mortified if he caught you doing that. So whenever the urge to jump him passes over you. You would just grit and bear it with a smile. Though this proved difficult when your dreams let you get a taste of what you sinfully craved.

So many times you've dreamt of him fucking you into his berth. Stretched tight over his large girthy spike while he hit all your sweet spots. You would arch your back while crying his name as you chased ectacy. Many times over.

What you didn't know was that your mech was also holding back for your sake. While you both were considered conjux endura. He wanted to wait till you were ready. You were much smaller than he was. So he could only worry for his little conjux. Even if he was a smaller mech compared to the rest of team prime. He towered over you. Not to mention he was quite well endowed. He knows what he has and knows how to use it. But he didn't want to pressure you or worse. He would get eaten alive by guilt if you were injured because of him. But he couldn't help himself for laying it on thick. Amping up his usual cheeky one liners and teasing flirty remarks.

What you also didn't know was he was aware of your nightly dream adventures. The way your thighs rubbed together and soft moans would escape past your lips while you slept. How you would wake up clinging to him. Then try to act discreet while going to go change your soaked underwear. He wasn't stupid and quickly figured out what was going on but never pressed. He wanted you to tell him when you were ready.

You noticed as he would gaze at you with warm optics. There was something much more intense behind them. There were a few times where while you were sitting in his lap flirting back and forth. You heard him grip the controls so tightly it would creak under the strain. You would turn to look at his servos quizzitively while he released the abused controls when he realized what he's done. He would roll his shoulder joints and try to play it off like it was nothing.

But today was different. You were having your usual playful banter when you made an exceptionally lewd remark. You both were out on a drive. Sun was reflecting off of dry desert sand. It's orangy hues flying past the window you occasionally looked out of while you talked to wheeljack. Idly listening to some music over his speakers.

A sexual innuendo filled song started to play and you let out a huff. Normally you wouldn't mind but as of late... "Please change it. I already dealing with enough sexual tension. I don't need another to make me beg for you to frag me into your berth." Your eyes went wide. It was too late to take back the words you unconsciously blurted out.

You were about to apologize and take it all back when wheeljack revved loudly in response. "How badly do ya want it?" There was an unmistakable edge in his voice.

You pressed your thighs together as your heart started to race. The huskiness of his voice heating your body. Shyly averting your gaze to your feet you murmured out, " more than I can take."

Whatever task you both were previously on was forgotten the moment you uttered those words. You weren't ready when you were thrown forward. His seatbelt preventing you from slamming face first into the dash. "What the hell?!" You barked out as he whipped around and took off in the opposite direction.

"Sorry babe. I can't take it. You'd be lucky if we made it back to the jackhammer before I have ya takin my spike." His voice growled through his cabin over his speakers. Your poor heart skipped a beat as heat pooled between your thighs. Oh... OH. It was happening. It was finally happening. Your heart wouldn't stop racing as you filled with nervous anticipation.

You watched as his speedometer climbed. He was just as eager as you were. You squirmed and practically bounced in his seat. Hardly containing the desire to start stripping right there in his cab for him. You could feel heat radiating from him. The growing warmth making you restless as he arrived back at the jackhammer in record time. Not wasting any time as you practically jumped out, Before he could even fully stop you had undid the seatbelt and was moving to open the door. Usually you waited for him to do it for you. But this time you couldn't wait any longer.

The moment he transformed he scooped you up. Crushing his mouth against yours in a firery passionate kiss. Him stumbling in blindly till he bumped into his berth. He was going to have you. And he was going to have you now.

Your skin heated while your heart drummed loudly in your chest. Soft plush lips melding perfectly together with his metal ones.

Chancing a taste your tongue slipped out to find his. His servo further tangling into your hair. Feverishly grasping you. Any space between your bodies was too much. He needed you just as badly as you ached for him.

Rolling your hips against his you tried to calm the ache between your thighs. Moaning into the kiss as a servo slipped lower to press into the soft flesh of your ass.

Breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath your eyes flicked up to look into his optics.

They burned brightly for you. Filled with repressed charged energy just begging to be released. He burned so hot for you. Every circuit begging to tear your clothes from your soft supple body and ravage you. Waiting to hear you cry his name in ectacy while he would fill you to the brim.

He needed this. He needed you. Just as bad as you needed him.

He helped you pull your shirt over your head and discard it. Thankful you didn't bother with a bra today. Watching your tits bounce earlier with the seatbelt wedged between the soft flesh while he drove was delightful torture.

The way your cute ass squirmed in his seat as you obviously battled your arousal was almost too much. He had just barely held himself together to not fuck you into the ground right then and there on the side of the road.

But as much as he was eager he wanted to savor this. To take his time and really enjoy this moment. To fully expose yourselves to eachother. He wanted to last. To watch every expression. To hear every gasp and moan. To feel every pulse of hot pleasure. To ingrain every small detail into his processor. He wanted to mark your skin. A deep carnal desire to protect you and show what he had claimed as his. Daring anyone who dared to touch you.

You. Were. His.

The scent of arousal filling the air as he helped you free yourself of your shorts in his lap. Luminescent optics taking in every naked detail as you were fully disrobed in his lap. The soft lighting of his ship illuminating your features. Your glistening eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Lips parted in anticipation. The soft rise and fall of your chest. He wanted to touch it all. Hungry servos explored your body. Cupping your supple breasts to firmly squeezing your bare thighs. He could feel your slick arousal dripping onto his modesty plating.

A gentle servo shifted to explore the area. As it came into contact with your wet plush folds you arched your back with a gasp. Drinking in your reaction he explored further. He pressed his finger against your entrance. Your arousal coating his finger as he slowly pushed it inside. You couldn't hold back the string of moans at his pleasureable exploration. He was practically fully pressurized behind his panel as your velvety walls perfectly molded around his digit. His spike just begging to feel those same warm slick walls molding around it. To feel you throb and writhe around him.

"Tell me what ya want. And I'll give it to ya." His deep voice rumbled in your ear. It dropped in an octave lower than normal that sent tingles up and down your spine, while more heat pooled in your abdomin. Your hips twitched in his lap. Your voice came out breathy as you begged him to fuck you senseless. Him slowly fingering you had you begging for more. The sounds of him slowly teasing you with his fingers inside your wet heat was sinfully erotic. Watching you made him come undone. Charge starting to build in his circuits.

He gently lifted you up and plunged back into a brusing kiss while the panels shifted away to let himself fully pressurize. You protested as he removed his fingers and used your slick to coat his spike. Even while slightly mass displaced he was huge compared to you.

Hearing panels shifting you moved away to look down to see his throbbing spike. Entrapped by all the different seams and ridges you wanted to explore more of the appendage. The biolights along the shaft giving off an ethereal glow.

You kneeled between his thighs as you swiped some of the fluids dripping your own slickened thighs and wrapped two hands around the hot metal. Letting your hands move from tip to base as you explored every inch of him. You could hear the creak of strained metal when he gripped the berth tightly at your teasing explorations. Hot vents coming out in quicker bursts and cooling systems kicking on.

Watching entrapped as lubricant started to bead at the tip. You delicately brought your tongue out to taste the viscous fluid. The groan he let out was music to your ears and only encouraged you further to try to suck on as much as you could fit in your mouth. You chanced a glance up to watch his expression. His lips parted as he desperately tried to cool his heated systems down. His hips twitching slightly with every suck.

"Frag babe you're killing me here." He hissed out, gripping the berth tighter. Any more and he might overload right there. His hips twitched and backstruts arched when you gave a few more good sucks before releasing him with a pop. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from your bottom lip to his weeping tip.

With a primal growl he lifted you up and softly dropped you on the berth. Pulling your hips close to the edge of where he stood.

He wasn't going to wait any longer to have you. His berth creaked with the change of weight distribution as he rubbed his spike against your dripping velvety folds. Teasingly pressing the tip if his spike against your opening. Coating it in your slick as he watched you try to buck and grind your hips against him. Hearing your soft moans as you tried to seek relief.

"Come on. Be a good girl and tell me what ya really want." He purred, slowly dragging the length of his spike against your over sensitive clit with a wet squelch.

"That's not fair!" You protested with a loud breathy whine. "I already told you!"

A deep sultry chuckle rumbled from him ad he watched the desperation build in your eyes. "I wanna hear you say it again."

You bit your lips as your eyes watered. The tension you felt was almost painful. You were desperate to feel him inside. "Jackie please!" You pleaded, "fuck me till I can't stand."

With no further explanation needed he pressed his spike past your plush folds. The immediate feeling of fullness as he slowly sunk into you till you bottomed out had you arching your back with a cry.

He couldn't hold back a moan as he felt your walls perfectly mold around his spike. The light fluttering almost sending him over the edge. Almost his entire length was hilted inside you before it seemed like you couldn't take much more. But it was perfect for him. It was taking everything he had not to start pounding into you. But you needed to adjust. He watched you carefully with gritted dentae making sure you weren't hurt. Waiting till you were ready before fucking your brains out. As he made sure you were ok he watched as his spike made a bulge in your belly. Your body adjusting to take his large size made him throb at the erotic sight. He couldn't get over how perfect you were in that moment. Your smaller body making room just for him. He wanted to fuck you senseless. To prove to everyone you were claimed. He pulled out halfway to thrust back into you. Plunging himself as deep as he could. The usual idle sounds of the jackhammer was being drowned out by your moans and the wet sounds of metal against skin.

Bent over your smaller form his lips met yours in a ravenous kiss while he set a brutal pace. You saw stars as he pounded into you. Your hands clawing at the berth, moving to the plating of his arms, then to his chassis. Desperately trying to find something to grip onto you as he made a mess of your drenched pussy.

One of his servos gripped your hips tightly. While the other tightly tangled in the hair at the base of your scalp. You were sure you would have little bruises where his fingers pressed into your tender flesh. But you couldn't be bothered. You wanted him to mark you. To leave the memory of your love on your skin. He released your swollen lips to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Peppering the sensitive area with kisses and love bites while his hips snapped up against yours. "Ya like that don't ya." He murmured in your ear as he adjusted you. Spreading your legs wider while rolling his hips into yours making his spike grind against all the right places. You could only let out a low needy whine in response. Mind too hazy to form a coherent sentence at the blind pleasure that coursed through every nerve.

He trailed his glossia apologetically over the fresh marks that he made. Watching you intensely as building charge ran over his super heated frame. He was so close, and by the way your head was tossed back. Mouth open as cries and moans tumbled past your lips he could tell you were also at your limit. That fire in your veins building as you neared your climax. Every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you ready babe? I want you to take every last bit of the load I'm about to fill you with." His voice rumbled through you and shot straight to your core. His thrusts getting more sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Ahn Jackie i- i-.." you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shaking and eyes watering at the intensity that raced through your whole body. Your walls clamping around him and drawing him even further inside. "Primus babe-!" He let out a strangled groan. His hips feverishly snapping into yours as his spike pulsed and throbbed. Pumping hot thick ropes of transfluid into your pulsing channel.

He stayed hilted, giving a few shallow thrusts as you milked his throbbing spike of all that it could give. Your belly even rounder as you took the full amount of his overload.

He held you close. Pulling you on top while still wrapped around his spike. Murmuring how well you took him and his load as he rubbed your back. A thick knot at the base of his spike keeping all the fluids locked inside of you.

The overwhelming fullness coupled with the intensity of your orgasm had you spent. Sleepily you rested against him as he kept you nestled in his embrace. Looking up into his shining optics that overflowed with different warm emotions.

"Ya did great babe. You were amazing." He spoke gently as he brushed some of your hair out of your eyes.

You smiled and gave a small giddy laugh before you sighed content. "Not as amazing as you."

He gave you a soft smile as you started to drift off asleep while resting against his chassis. This could definitely be your new normal.

[erosjournal]

‧₊˚໒꒱ simply some argos 2 headcanons in my "au"

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"to be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself--avoid trying to be something your not." - rick riordan

i believe that the majority of people on that ship are not straight

let start here with the lost trio

leo is bisexual, and on the aroace spectrum (i would say abroromantic/sexual? look em up!)

also i think he could be trans (ftm) or just genderqueer

jasons definitely demiromantic/sexual, even tho he and piper ended up quickly together, it was forced feelings and they had bonded closely. also i hc him as bi

for me, pipers a non-binary/demigirl queer person! she uses she/they, and i'd say is also probably on the aroace spectrum. VERY COMPHET

ok now for percy and annie

percy's bi. aint no way he isn't. the way he describes specific guys like bro

like i imagine the luke thing to sorta be like nico to percy, yk?

and annabeth.

i think she's very comphet too (look it up :D) and so she thinks shes straight and struggles with it, since percy's the only person she'd be with and he's a guy, making her 'straight'.

but i personally think she's pan, and attracted to percy bc of his personality vs his gender. plus, i think there r some other people at camp she's probably "liked", like not cheating, but thought 'oh, i would date them' yk?

lowkey, frank and hazel are token straight, but both are demiromantic and i think they just don't talk abt sexuality in their relationship BC THEY ARE CHILDREN? like they talk abt attraction, just not... yk.

i imagine frank getting very flustered abt it, and hazel gets awkward but more open to talk abt it

nico, obviously i know he's gay. i love that we had beautiful rep in the books, they could never make me hate u nico

also i wouldn't be apposed to trans/nb nico (same w/ will)

and for reyna, i hc her as an ace lesbian, with a lot of comphet. like, she thought she liked guys, especially guys who she was supposed to like (percy, jason, people in equal positions of power and such) but realized 'nah' and yeah.

also def hc as genderqueer/non-binary and also uses they/them

also i totally head canon that percy and annabeth were everyones gay awakenings, like percy for jason, leo, and nico, while annabeth for piper (maybe reyna)

relationships!

so in my "au", we got valgrace (jason and leo) pipeyna (piper and reyna) frazel (frank and hazel) and ofc, percabeth (percy and annabeth). i am fine with other ships, i just dislike specific ones that are uncomfortable for me, but idrc. also, pls dont hate on me

some random headcanons is that (i like to talk abt this a lot in my stories) but jason bought leo a fidget spinner as a gift, and leo has kept it since. he occasionally has to repair it, but it's his favorite thing ever

piper has short hair. i think she'd rock it, and i feel like it's more her style, but idk. either that, or braids 24/7

also, i wanna (project) say that frank's body doesn't change from ares/mars' gift, and he has body dysmorphia. like first of all, they talk abt how he never feels right in his body, as a shape shifter. and i feel like his bodily description implies that.

idk if this is just me projecting and shit, but i feel like that could cause an eating disorder for him? like, he just worries abt his weight and shit, and hazels all like "istg, frank, eat or else" and such. like ik we see him eating normally in the books, but i feel like that could make it more realistic. also, (hc) one time he passed out during battle and jason was like "frank tf, you need to talk to me man" and thats how he started talking abt it

jason and leo are alive! i will not ignore the importance of jasons death, but i also forever will wish it didn't happen, and i can do that in my au

bc of this, i'd say jason has a scar in his torso from being stabbed (twice, yikes) and (i talk abt this in a drabble, so go check that out) he has a bad lightning scar from his shoulder down his body.

and leo has a scar along the most of his body (chest, torso, shoulders, neck, hips) from his explosion.

also, i hc that he has a hearing aid. i read this in another fanfic, but i thought it'd be a really good idea. he has one, but only bc he is mildy deaf in one ear. his other ear is eh, but better

hazel refuses to wear jewelry with jewels on them. like, gold is ok ish (reminds her of arion) but gems freak her out still

percy and annabeth both have their stripes in their hair, and dye it blue!

also, since ik hoo is a middle grade book, but i think all the characters curse, especially in their native language/other languages. like in spanish, latin, greek, french, morse code, itaian, sign language, etc. sure, english too, but wheres the fun in that? and i imagine that frank is the only one who doesn't and just "oh golly!" all the time

also, seperate thing, but i do wanna talk abt the races + ethnicities i imagine the characters. i would appreciate no hate, and if u have thoughts on it, feel free to say such.

percy is either token white, or wasian (korean rep. actually, i might imagine him wasian, so look for that in the future)

annabeth, i think of her usually as blonde white, but i also imagine her as black w/ blonde braids, so either one works. lowkey, i wont specify unless its relevant, so idrc. (i dont have any specific country, so reccomend one!)

leo is mexican, ofc, and i will keep him that way

pipers cherokee, and i would say, for all characters, they are FULLY that ethnicity. if they are half/half, i would say its bc the god chose to be a different race. we know gods can change apperance, and while it doesn't change ethnicity, we know that not all the demigods are greek, so annabeth, leo, and piper are full, not half

so, ik jasons probably gonna be cast similarly to thalia, but i imagine him as this all american white boy. ik this will bring up controversy, but thats just my opinions, but i dont mind jason being other races. also, i imagine he could also be wasian, i saw a drawing and i was like: omg

frank is chinese and canadian! aint no way we gonna forget abt that boy.

hazel is also african-american :D same as book hazel

also, if the demigods took a dna test, would part of it come back like, unanswered? bc gods dont rlly have dna, but what would be in that spot? greek? i need answers

im just gonna say, most characters stay book ver. unless specified differently, like annie or jase or percy

omg now im just so happy, imaging percy speaking korean oml oml oml

and growing up w/ racism? "hey, can you sing k-pop?"

"eating cats?" "i'm korean man" etc

annabeth and percy bonding over racist experiences is peak man

so yea, thx for listening to my rant and yap. love u all :D

[anony-man]

I hope tfone is alright anon :(

Chubformers drabble #157!

Characters: Elita & Optimus (TF: One)

Word count: 1k

The burdens that came with his new title were heavy, but Optimus was lucky enough to have Elita’s help in shouldering them—and that was guaranteed. They made a good team, he decided, even when she was occasionally stuck in her ways. All in all, the help was valued greatly. And yet… sometimes he wished she would let him take over and give her a much-needed break without so much protest because she did, in fact, need a break, and badly.

For him and his built-in second, the power exchange was a constantly evolving affair. Optimus had started out under Elita’s leadership some time ago, after all, and even now, when things were finally settling and the world turned towards something a little more normal and a little less classist, he still relied on her guidance and advice. Matrix or no, he still had plenty of room to learn and grow, and since she was apparently still willing to give him the time of day and lend a listening audial or two, he would be foolish not to take up the offer.

Things were different now, and with every passing day, things continued to be different. Cybertron was on an upward climb, and though they had their fair share of burdens to overcome and struggles to put past them, things were at least starting to get better. It was all a matter of taking it slow, letting things happen, and really, really making sure nobody got too hung up one set of changes or another. After all, come the next morning, things could flip on a dime yet again.

Change was gradual, and so was the abundant amount of learning Optimus had yet to catch up on. Regardless, he was along for the ride, and he took each new step like its own miniature adventure on the upward ascent to something greater. It was a wordy way of poking at things, as B-127 would always say, but it helped. Besides, at least one of the two bots in charge of all of Cybertron now had to keep a clear helm regarding change… and from the way things were going, it was going to have to be him.

“This is ridiculous,” Elita repeated for the third—or maybe the fourth, or the fifth—time, having stopped her feverish pacing to throw her servos up in the air before letting them fall back at her sides.

Optimus didn’t have to look up to know that she was glaring, but for once, she wasn’t glaring at him. He almost wish she would have been, though… it made the whole predicament a lot less awkward.

“What’s so ridiculous?” he said, his voice calm and his words casual. “Don’t tell me this is about your—“

“Yes, Orion,” she spat, whipping around to glare—and oh yes, she was definitely glaring at him now—at the Prime, “this is about the fact that I’ve gained, like… twice my fragging body weight since you went and banished your boyfriend.”

Elita’s snappy remarks and shorter-than-usual temper were ignored, if only because he was growing very, very concerned by her growing dissatisfaction with… well, her frame. Receiving their cogs had changed them all, and while the new, unofficial co-leader of Cybertron looked no different than the rest of them (they had all gained quite a bit of weight, if he were being honest—it was probably the excessive energon consumption and a lack of ridiculous ration control enforcement), she was the most upset out of everyone about this new change.

Change was to be expected in all aspects of the world, especially after so much had changed. Elita, ever stringent about things staying just the way she had crafted them to be, seemed to struggle most with this, no matter how hard Optimus tried to reassure her. In a way, he supposed he could understand, but still… wasn’t this something they all wanted?

He chanced looking up from his work to meet her gaze, but she had already gone back to glaring down at her frame, her fingers digging grooves into the soft, plump mesh that poked out between plating.

So what if she had gained a bit of weight? Optimus had, too, even B-127. It was the cost of living in a post-Sentinel world where energon ran in rivers and the expectations of working until tragic deaths took them were wiped out. He had adapted fairly quickly, though there were still instances in which he struggled. Elita, on the other hand, still had her helm stuck in the past—which wasn’t really a past, especially since it had happened so recently.

Heartfelt words might have worked with any other bot, and he wanted to reassure her with every last breath in his chest, but he knew she’d simply roll her optics and tell him he was full of excuses. Instead, Optimus stood and crossed the room with slow steps. His own frame bore the weight of their world and the blessing of endless energon, and with every step he took, soft curves and the noticeable increase in his size jiggled and shook.

“You’re not any less valuable to your people like this, you know,” he said, carefully reaching out a servo to rest against her back plating before guiding her to his vacated seat. “Go, sit down. Kick up your pedes for a little while… you’ve been working too hard.”

“But Orion—“ Elita began to say before catching herself. “Ah-Optimus, I… there’s work to do. I can’t just stop and—“

“Sure you can,” Optimus said with a shrug once she’d begrudgingly settled into the seat. “I said so, and it’s my word over yours now, so…”

Her scowl was deep, and her glare was deeper, but a glint of amusement shone in her optics that he caught almost immediately. She huffed and grumbled all the while, but when he told her to take a break and relax, she did.

“Relax,” he continued, pushing away the clutter of the table and making room for a cube of energon once he’d left her comfortably situated. “I’ve got this.”

She had him more often than not, after all, and she was well overdue for him to return the favor.

[the-ace-with-spades]

List of Works-In-Progress I'm still intending to write/actively writing 📃✨

or my accountability list to look at in a few months...

last updated: 09/04/24

Fandoms: 🚒 9-1-1 [5-7 works], ✈️ Top Gun (movies) [9 works], 🔪CoD (reboot only for now) [4 works]

Already posted on AO3, ongoing works:

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot, trans!Rooster fic with a hangster confrontation (and getting back together), 6 years after Rooster's transition. When recalled to Top Gun. #(sif) lamp tag

✈️ Top Gun, hangster, slow down (you're doing fine) — Rooster-centric/character study fic with Getting Back Together trope and past-hangster flashbacks and icemav as parents #slow down tag

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — just hold my hand, outsider Mav POV, kind TG:M retelling AU

Bradley and Jake are married and have four kids and Mav didn't know about any of it until the special detachment because he and Bradley haven't talked in years. Things happen and Mav gets to be a grandpa. (vague, unspecified kind of mpreg is in this story)

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Planned out and started sequels/bonuses, not posted yet:

✈️ Top Gun, icemav — bonus for slow down (you're doing fine)

It is the 5+1 icemav prequel from the slow down universe I talked about, I just don't seem to finish it (it's really hard to write Ice POV...)

The 5 times Ice waited for Mav to be ready and 1 time Mav realized he'd been ready for a while.

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — sequel for slow down (you're doing fine)

The weeks after Bradley and Jake decide to try being together again, mostly trying to figure out how to be together in a way that is healthier and more honest. Including meeting the parents (icemav), meeting the sister (Jake's), and Nat's judgment.

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — sparks (working title), sequel/bonus for ignition, the firefighter! Bradley AU #ignition tag

Done in snippets/drabbles. The adventures of firefighter!Bradley and still a naval aviator!Jake, which would include the world cockblocking them from finally going on their first date (5 times they had to cancel their date, and 1 time didn't), the awkward first times, as well as Bradley lecturing Jake on safety a little bit too often (and Jake finding it hot...)

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Started writing, but haven't posted yet and don't know if I'll ever finish it even if I want to:

🔪 CoD, ghostsoap — exhumation, different first meeting and (kinda) secret identity AU — overview here, a snippet here

Written in a flashback/present sequence. Soap and Ghost met when they were just Johnny and Simon, starting in the Army. From dates, to sharing a Manchester flat, ending with Simon being MIA in Mexico for months, they'd been together through a lot. But the Christmas Eve Simon's family, bar Johnny, is killed, he chooses to die with them and never put anyone in danger. Years pass, and Soap joins TF-141.

🔪 CoD, ghostsoap — don't shoot me, santa, first Christmas Ghost spends with the MacTavish family (and first Christmas he spends with anyone in almost 10 years) and all its troubleshooting — overview here

Johnny takes Ghost to Scotland to spend their first Christmas together. Johnny's family is not too thrilled about Ghost — about the mask he wears, about the job he has, about the family he doesn't have, about how faceless he is, even to Johnny. Ghost decides that Johnny is worth taking the mask off and starting living as Simon again.

🚒 9-1-1, buddie — brand new information, the 5+1 jealous!Eddie fic — a snippet here

5 times Eddie found something new about Buck's taste in men (and was ridiculous about it) and 1 time he found out Buck's type (Eddie)

Used to titled in my drafts 'eddie trying to prove he matches bucks taste in men'

🚒 9-1-1, buddie — the cure series, a canon-divergence au after Wrapped in Red with a side of trans!Buck

Part 1, 'cause boys don't cry, a snippet here — Buck decides to leave the 118 after Wrapped In Red in order to stop defining himself by the people he loves and learn to live alone and both succeeds and fails at it. Includes Buck long-distance parenting Chris, Eddie feeling like a long-distance spouse whose husband refuses to stop taking long-distance jobs, jealous!Eddie, Maddie&Eddie bestism, and people all over the States assuming Buck is divorced. Longest part of the series and the most angsty one.

Part 2, like I'm home again, a snippet here [coming soon??] — future fic, Buck is back at 118, he and Eddie are married, Chris is choosing colleges, and Bobby is trying to get Buck into leadership training so he can retire. And then, Eddie enters what Buck and Chris think is a mid-life crisis, but is in reality a baby fever.

Part 3, untitled, a snippet here — future fic, outsider POV from a new probie at the 118. Captain Diaz and Lieutenant Diaz are running the firehouse, but their family, including kids, Buck's not-dad and retired captain Bobby, keep on popping up and confusing the new probie. Buck also pulls a Bobby and 'adopts' the new probie.

Parts probably won't be posted in order.

🚒 9-1-1, buddie — accidental trans pregnancy, a short one-shot based on a meme post.

Buck is nauseous, Chim makes a joke (not knowing Buck is trans and have been dating Eddie for a few months now), and Eddie has a metaphorical heart attack at the table.

🚒 9-1-1, buddie — Buck wants to be a parent and thanks to Connor, he realizes he can be a parent without finding a partner first — overview here

The most ridiculous fic idea I've had the desire to write. Involves trans Buck, sperm donor arc in reverse, Eddie doing mental summersaults to be said sperm donor.

🚒 9-1-1, buddie — AU for the post-lawsuit arc, with buddie already being a couple before the lawsuit — snippet here [coming soon??]

Buck takes the settlement and becomes a (maybe temporary) househusband/stay-at-home-dad. This would be centred on Buck, but would not have the crew bashing, but rather a realistic view on how everyone feels and how the lawsuit and settlement deal would affect the team, etc.

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — with arms wide open, omegaverse mpreg that follows the TG:M storyline (kinda) — overview here

(in my head, this fic is very soap opera-like, but I like it this way so...) Bradley and Jake had been together 7 years with no mating, no marriage, and or no even just meeting Jake's family, and Bradley was okay with it. Until he found out he was pregnant. So when Jake doesn't want anything to change, Bradley leaves and seeks help from the only person he can think of — Ice. Cue the wayward son getting reconciled, a few months passing, and by the time Bradley meets Jake again, he's six months pregnant.

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Drafted only but I still want to write it sometime:

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — Pacific Rim AU — a tag for this fic is #hangster pacific rim au

History repeats itself — Mav loses his drift partner and raises his kid and years later, Bradley loses his drift partner and raises her kid (with a twist). Mav doesn't leave PPDC, but Bradley does — at least until Ice shows up telling him the world is ending, this time for good. Featuring Jake being both Bradley's fanboy and a tsundere (ala Chuck about Raleigh) and weirdly good with kids and the typical mortifying ordeal of being seen during the drift.

✈️ Top Gun, hangster — sequel for (sometimes I feel), like a monkey pilot, that would dive into the idea of Jake and Bradley starting a family

I'll make a post about this at some point because there are so many ways this could be written. I do think that they're the type that would have an accidental pregnancy, but there are so many ways this could happen (on deployment, right before deployment, cryptic pregnancy, with some miscommunication involved - I think they're dumb enough any of it seems feasible)

🔪 CoD, ghostsoap, possible side gazprice?? — blindsided, tattoo artist/florist au but not really, with a misunderstanding twist

Where Ghost and Soap are both ex-military, Ghost and Price have a tattoo shop, and a street away what they think is a florist shop opens. Totally self-indulgent because I wanted to give Ghost a full-body skeleton tattoo, skull-face tattoo included. I have absolutely no other details besides this, this is slightly recycled from another fandom...

🔪 CoD, ghostsoap — with lights off, a longer one-shot about Simon and Johnny still being badass even if retired from the military

Retried, Simon and Johnny move to Glasgow and start a family. While Johnny still craves the adrenaline and works with the Glasgow Organised Crime and Counter Terrorist Unit, Simon rides among the streets as a paramedic in the Motorcycle Response Unit and only shows up when the guns and stabs are done. That is, until the day when Johnny and his team are taken hostage in a terrorist attack and he's the first responder on scene and The Ghost is needed again.

There are probably a few more in this category and in the kinda-abandoned-but-not-really category, I never fully abandon my works but I'll leave it at that for now

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

W o w

2 more stellar chapters!!!!! I can’t wait for our fav receptionist to try out being a ring girl! (Is the asshole guy gonna try something and we get to see Frankie/the guys jump in? Bc protective men is 😭😭)

Anyway I love love love how you wrote the guy’s relationships with each other!!!!

If and only if inspiration strikes, I would love a scene from a “guys night”

Either before our girls comes into their lives or after, just then having fun and being them 🥹 bc I feel a lot of fics over look the importance of their friendship esp in regard to Frankie like Frankie fics will sometimes act like he has had no support until the girl comes in his life but yours just shows how much they all love each other

Doesn’t gotta be long (or even at all!) maybe just a nice lil thing 🥰

Ily have a wonderful day!!

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Best Friends, Beers, and Bets - Through the Scope Drabble

Rating: everyone (just the boys being silly and goofy together)

Word Count: 1K

Notes: hi everyone ! i know i have been gone for a hot minute and i am deeply sorry about that. there has been a lot of not so fabulous things going on in my life and in my mental state that has left with with little motivation to write. the worst part is? im 3/4 done with chapter 11 ... like girl plz just finish that hoe DAMN ! but i found the motivation today to write for this lovely ask i received a little bit ago (: i love the idea of getting to take a peak inside how the TF boys are before Estrella came into the picture. so a very big thank you to @romanarose for this !! chronologically, this takes place before chapter one.

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Frankie, Will, and Santi sit together in the back of The Barrel at their usual table. The bar isn't particularly full this evening, but the comforting hum of conversations emitting from the regulars fill the empty chairs. They talk and laugh amongst each other as they wait for their last member to arrive: Benny. It had been only four days since his receptionist quit, but the hurt was apparent to everyone. Usually, she was the one to help him clean up after they close the gym down for the evening. Both of them managed to get it done relatively quickly too. Unfortunately, in her absence, Benny had to do it all himself. The other guys had repeatedly offered to give him a hand in the evenings, but Benny refused. He said that he had it covered and that they should just wait for him at the bar. Not wanting to press him further, the trio would retreat across the street. 

“Here he is! We all thought you fell into the washing machine and couldn’t get out.” Santi claps Benny on the shoulder as he makes his way to buy a round for everyone. 

“You were 15 minutes slower than yesterday.” Will says, tapping his watch while his brother takes a seat next to him. 

“Gee, that makes me feel great! Fish, do you want to rub salt in my wounds too?” 

“I’m just happy you’re finally here, man.” Frankie’s eyes convey sincerity. “But you’re going to run yourself ragged doing all that clean up by yourself. Why don’t you let us help?” 

“Yeah.” Santi rejoins the table and passes out the bottles. A few seconds of silence go by as each man takes a moment to wash away the stress of their day with deep gulps of chilled liquid. “We are offering to help you clean. It’s not like you’re forcing us.” 

Will nods in agreement and tips his bottle in both Frankie and Santi’s direction.

“I just hate the idea of y’all doin’ work I’m completely capable of.” 

“It doesn’t make you any less of a man if we help you clorox a few work benches, Benny.” Frankie says gingerly.

“I know, I know. To be honest with y’all?” Benny scoots closer into the table. “It’s kinda lonely there without someone to talk to in between clients.”

“My bed is going to be kinda lonely too if it makes you feel any better.” Santi offers. 

This manages to get a laugh out of the very tired looking Benny. “Oh is it now? Poor you.”

“Poor me is right! Your receptionist may have kept you company during the day but she kept me company during the night. Now that she's quit, that means I have to as well.”

“That’s not what that means at all, Pope.” Will says with a raised eyebrow. “You can still see her even if she doesn’t work at Brass Knuckles anymore.” 

“Well she also started talking about getting exclusive…”

“And there’s the real reason!” Will laughs. 

“Can we get back to my issue?” Benny begs. “What do I do? No one has answered the ads I’ve posted online. I don’t know how much longer I can handle juggling training clients and taking care of the in between tasks.”

“What about good old fashioned paper flyers? You could give some to me to hang at the auto shop. Will could take some to the VA?”

“Absolutely not.” Santi says with conviction. “I will not have a man take this job and ruin my chances of meeting another beautiful woman.” 

“Fine.” Frankie rolls his eyes. “What about a bookstore or a coffee shop? Does that sound better to you?”

“That’s not a bad idea, but do people even read those flyers? I know I don’t.” Benny shrugs.

“Well you’re not the one that's desperate for a job. I would just make sure you print out the ads on bright paper so it catches peoples eye.” 

“That’s not a bad idea either.” Benny says to his brother. “Still, who knows how long it's going to take before someone calls about it?” 

All four men are quiet as they brainstorm possible solutions to the problem that's currently plaguing them.

“I’ve got it!” Santi snaps his fingers. “I bet you that you can’t find another receptionist within a week of the last one leaving.” 

“Pope, what the fuck?” Benny looks shocked.

“Yeah, why are you actively saying he can’t do it?” Frankie questions. 

Santi only chuckles and Will shortly joins him when he puts the pieces together in his head. 

“You cabrons aren’t listening to me. I bet you that you can’t find another receptionist within a week of the last one leaving. You’ve never backed away from a bet as long as I’ve known you, Benny.” 

“He does love to prove you wrong, Pope.” Will has his arms crossed over his stomach and they rise and fall easily as he begins laughing again. 

A look of realization settles over the two other men.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that.” Benny and Pope shake hands across the table. “You’re a dick though. She’s been gone for four days now. I only have three days to find someone else to hire.” 

“Damn.” Pope takes a sip of his drink. “I guess you better get your ass into the printer shop tomorrow and make some flyers. If you don’t, drinks are on you when the clock runs out.” 

Will and Frankie cheer knowing that no matter how this bet ends, they will be getting free beer. 

“What happens if a man calls before a woman does?” Benny looks smugly at Pope. “I’m not goin’ to tell him no if it’s in my three day window of search time.”

“Won’t happen. I can feel it in my bones.” 

“Even if, what did you say before, a beautiful woman calls about the job, that doesn’t mean she’ll want to immediately hop into your bed.” Frankie states playfully.

“You think she’s going to want to hop into yours, Fish?”

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[vampzzi]

ROOKIE DREAMS

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Keegan P. Russ x Female reader

cw; pussy slapping, threesome, squirting, how tf does the sandwich position work?, nipple play, Ghost and Keegan kiss like one time in this drabble, Keegan is extremely silent but Ghost is his translator (bros before hoes), slight hair pulling, degrading (slut was used once), creampie ++ double stuffed, 2 in 1 one hole, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, I will never follow the official cod plot

cross-posted on ao3

author's note; Keegan and Ghost OH MY GODDD, I NEED THEM BOTH BRO , grinding against my phone.

taglist (to be added just ask!) : @banana-gurl20-blog

When you asked to be trained by Ghost and Keegan, you didn’t think you’d be doing so much running.  The rain soaks your vest as you keep running through the mud and clutching on the rifler with a tight and strong gasp. You had slipped off a building not too long ago and that pain was starting to sit in and all your instincts could only tell you to keep going, don’t stop.

Well, short lived. Keegan or you’d assume it was him shot down and the bullet was to the right of you almost hitting you in the foot, eye widening in realization as he was catching up to you this caused you to take more power in your run. Lungs tight as it’s hard to breathe, it’s so chilly out here all of a sudden and you’re ready to tip over and pass out. 

And that’s exactly what you do, not paying attention to your surroundings as you tip over a stub in the muddy ground, going down as your rifle flies out of your hands and your body makes contact with the ground with a wet plop as you shutter and close your eyes. 

You feel something wet leaking down from your nose as you see the metallic and know it’s your own blood. Your nose is bleeding, hopefully not broken but bleeding. 

You can hear footsteps approaching you as you try to grab your rifle but Ghost pulls his foot on it. You can see his eyes, menacing and terrifying “Pathetic.” is how he says as you put your head down and pant as you’ve run about 6 or 9 miles away from them. Keegan is behind you, arms crossed as you feel embarrassed.

 “N..Not pathetic, you didn’t tell you guys would be actually fucking shooting at me” Keegans stays quiet and makes eye contact with Ghost “Extreme pressure, we need to know how will you are under those types of situations.” you cough and slowly raise your muddy body off the ground “I do better when I’m being told, so I can be more rational and make smarter choices.”. You hear his tongue click as you grab your rifle and stretch your aching joints “I’m gonna shower and sleep, before I actually pass out.” 

Tsking as you jog back to the base, Ghost and Keegan follow close behind you as you’re finally inside and you can go back to the comfort shared room that you have to share with Ghost and Keegan or sleep on the floor in Price’s room. Opening the door as the tall dudes follow behind you as you close the door and walk to the bathroom and slam the door as they turn their heads to look at the door.

The sounds of running water and you grumbling can be heard as they take their time taking their gear off and setting it somewhere. It’s late at night, extremely late, there’s a curfew for newbies like you but they thought they’d train but you’re useful, it’s just you’re useful when you have information. Ghost lays on the top bunk and Keegan is on the bottom, it’s also very self evident Keegan isn’t one for talking and Ghost fills in for his absence in his social skills. He hates being social himself but someone’s gotta be some kind of help.

Appearing out of the bedroom as you’re wearing a knitted sweater and some pants, Keegan's eyes are glued looking upward as you climb in the bunk bed with him and his body is warm as the room is silent, you only covering shuffling and soft breathing. Your eyes slowly close as you drift off to sleep as snores leave your mouth while Keegans looks at your sleeping figure in silence , his own body relaxing as he closes his eyes and goes to sleep. 

The sound of shuffling wakes you up as Keegan’s hand is pushed up against your mound, his cool hand against your warmest part as you want to move his hand but he seems to sleep peacefully. So, you decide it’s best to squirm and squirm until he softly opens his eyes and stares out and lets out a sleepy hmm. “Your hand is um near my pussy”  his hand pushes up against your mound even more as he cups it. “This?” he mutters as you nod and swallow. 

Hearing his breathing against your ear as he trails his hand up the crotch of your hands before stopping before looking at you, “May I?” you nod as he takes that and his hand is pulling down your pants as he dips his hand in your panties making contact with your wet pussy. As he runs his fingers through your soaked folds, your thighs shutter as a finger is dipped inside.  

He works his finger inside your cunt, curling and thrusting inside you while your cunt can only accept his finger and clench around it before another finger is added. He thrusts them at a slow pace and your juices are soaking your panties as you keep eye contact with his fingers as he works them inside you while you pull your eyes up from that scene and place your lips on his.

 You’re in a heated kiss together as he groans into the kiss before Ghost walks back in the room     and Keegan’s hand stiffens. “Really guys, it’s 2 fucking am. Holy hell” Ghost says before walking up to you both and taping Keegan to move over as he joins you two in the bed. Ghost takes the cover off you both and the cold air hits your bodies along with an  image of Keegan’s hand inside your panties on full display.  

“You should be vocal Kee, this is your perfect opportunity” Ghost is teasing at the anti-social dude as he works his finger inside you and eventually pushes your panties to the side and applies a slap to your pussy as you moan out and sigh out as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside you. Keegan is biting on his tongue “Feel good slut?” There’s a smirk on Ghost's face as you're nodding and whining from Keegan’s fingers invading and stretching you out. 

Ghost fingers are pushing your shirt up and ridding you of your bra as he pinches your nipples and twists it as you whine out while Keegan’s is basically finger banging your wet pussy as the mixed sensation has your vision glossy and blurred. “Pretty girl” Keegen says as you can’t register it from the state your body is in but Ghost does.  

The shorter male teases your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves while you let out a loud squeaky moan. Ghost chuckling while he’s cupping your breast and playing with them “She is pretty, isn’t she Keegan?” “Yeah..” being between the two males feels like a fever dream as you hiss out.

The coil tightens in your stomach as you’re whimpering and gripping at something while you shiver and shake. “G-gonna ccumm…” “cum, make a mess!” they both exclaim together while you shut your eyes and soak Keegan’s fingers while Ghost holds onto your waist while Keegan’s fingers are still working inside of you,, another finger is added as he keeps fucking into your over-senstive pussy.  “Too muchhh” you whine as he’s glued to the way your fingers eagerly take his fingers with ease as the second orgasm rocks through your body as you shut your eye and your body shakes aggressively.

 “Good girl…” Keegan says as you slowly open your eyes and calm your breathing down, Ghost changes the position as he’s face to face with Keegan, a few seconds pass by and Keegan and Ghost are kissing each other.

Keegan’s hands are rested on Ghost’s waist while they share a heated kiss, tongues fighting against each other as you get on your elbows and stare at them, before the kiss is broken and Keegan is on his back and Ghost is on top of you, sandwiching you between the two as you listen to their heavy breathing. “Are you sure you want this?” “Be 100% honest” Ghost adds on.

“I want this, I want both of you.” Ghost smirks and guides himself into your cunt while Keegans slides in as well. They’re both big and thick, two cocks inside your wet tight pussy you feel full too full as you whine out as you’re on your back as they give you a moment to adjust to the stretch. As a few minutes pass and the male with his mask on, taps your thigh “go right ahead..” Ghost holds your hips and drags his cock out before slamming back in and Keegan tries to match his energy, keeping the pace slow and calculated.

The feeling of both their cocks moving in and out of you at a fast pace while Ghost leans down and kisses you while he fucks into you and Keegen’s matching the pace as he gasps out from how tight you are. “S-so fucking t-tight…” Ghost lips on yours as Keegan’s hands are in your hair and he holds onto it while fucking into you. The pace is lost and they’re both thrusting at their own paces Keegan is trying to be slow but Ghost is absolutely going too fast and fucking deep into your pussy.

Keegan’s brings his hand down and rubs your clit while you get roughly fucked by both males, whining and whimpering along with the wet sound from your pusy echoes throughout the room and anyone who passes by would know exactly what’s going on. 

You’re trembling and rambling, words trying to come out as they ultimately fail. They’re going so fast you can’t feel your insides, not even knowing the orgasm you have when you squirt all over their cock.Your insides clench around their cocks as Keegan is the first one down as he pumps his load into you and Ghost soon follows the hot overflow of cumming filling you as cum drips out. 

You’re all heavy breathing and trying to catch your breath as you all stay put and then Keegan asks “So..are you on birth control or anything?” “Not this week..” he clicks his tongue and Ghost pulls out “Fuck.” “I’m just playing with you guys, I am” “Thank god” Keegan says as Ghost and you chuckle.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Joke Text Drabbles with the TF Boys

Pairing: Frankie x f!reader, Benny x f!reader, Santi x f!reader, Will x f!reader. But also a section about friends only.

Word Count: 800+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes:  Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for the inspo and for beta-ing this drabble! How the TF boys would respond if you sent them the text below, either as your significant other or friend!

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How the Triple Frontier boys would respond if you were already together:

FRANKIE:

You send the text, not expecting an immediate reply as Frankie was at work. No sooner did you set your phone down when it rings. 

"Aren't you at work?"

"Me too."

"What?"

You hear him take a shaking breath. "I'm ready if you are."

BENNY:

You hit send, knowing that Benny would be home soon, expecting a snark reply when he got in. Or at least to a stoplight. 

You stand in the kitchen, smiling when you hear the front door open and the unmistakable sounds of Benny. Reaching in the fridge for a beer, you call out to him.

"Hey baby! I got you a beER!" 

Benny had walked behind you, quiet from his years as a Ranger, and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal and laugh. He makes his way down the hallway, pausing only to open the bedroom door. He tosses you down on the bed and you catch a quick glimpse of his lust blown eyes before he's on you, kissing and touching and trying to pull your clothes off.

"Did you mean it?" He rasps in your ear. 

"I - well if this is the response I get.."

To be honest, you'd thought about having kids with Benny. A lot. He'd be a fantastic dad and would have the energy to keep up with several kids. Several kids??

He pulls back just enough to stare down into your eyes and you melt. 

"I'd give you a small army if that's what you'd want, Ben."

He smiles and his lips crash against yours, his hands finally finding their destination under your skirt. Moaning, you push him back just a little to get his attention. 

"Let's talk about it when we're thinking clearly, ok?"

Benny nods, the lust still very much alive in him. "OK. But that don't mean we can't practice."

SANTI:

Santi reads your text and shows up at your house with either a baby doll as a joke or a baby animal of some kind. Either way, it makes you smile and that's all he cares about. 

WILL:

You send the text to Will, purely curious as to his response. You'd been together for a while and kids was something you'd both mentioned in passing but not actually discussed. 

It takes him several minutes but he responds with numbers, in typical Will fashion. How many kids, what the cost would be, even when you should start trying, talking about your ovulation because yes, Will is that observant. He learned your cycle early on so he could always have your favorite snacks and go to comfort things ready for you when your period came around. 

You: Will, this was meant to be funny. Did you just pull these numbers out of your ass?

Will: To be honest darlin',, I've been running these numbers since we first discussed kids

You: That was over a year ago

Will: It was. But I wanted to be ready when or if you ever decided you were too

How they would respond if you were only friends:

FRANKIE:

You'd send him the text when you're in the same room, just to watch his face. When he sees your name pop up, his eyes meet yours and he slightly rolls them in a "I'm sitting right here why did you text me" sort of way. 

Then he reads the text and shifts a little in his chair, giving you several quick glances before texting back.

Frankie: What kind of baby?

You: 👶

Frankie: with anyone in particular?

You: I’m not sure…you?

He tries to hide, his cheeks turning redder by the moment.

Frankie: well, they would be adorable kids

BENNY:

You text Benny, thinking it would throw him off but he calls your bluff and raises the stakes.

“You wanna have a baby, sweetheart? With me?” He’s yelled it across the room, where his Delta Force buddies sit. They all snap their heads to you.

“I..uh…it was meant to be a joke, Benjamin,” you manage a comeback while desperately hoping your face doesn’t betray you.

Benny meets your gaze and winks. “Well, if you want one, all you gotta do is ask. I’m more than happy to help you out, sweetheart.”

SANTI:

You text Santi while in the same room with him and he gets visibly nervous.

“A…a baby?”

Nonchalantly, you answer “Yeah. You know, the little tiny humans that people make?”

Santi nervously chuckles. “No, hermosa. Those are called dolls. And are a lot easier to upkeep than an actual baby.”

WILL:

Will would chuckle and give you a run down of the pros and cons of having kids together when you weren’t even dating. He didn’t say yes, but he also didn’t say no. Coupled with the way he had the pros and cons ready to go, it leaves you wondering if he’d thought about this before or if he was just that good at making up statistics.

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A tiny Drabble of oc papering and taking care of Nabi 🥺

"Nabi, baby, I don't have food for you in there." You try to unclasp her tiny fingers that are digging into the flesh that pokes out from your top.

It's always dangerous to wear a fitted cami top around Nabi. But you always seem to forget that fact until you're facing a situation such as this one again.

Nabi fusses when you move her hand away from your cleavage. You sigh, letting go of her tiny hand and allowing her to do whatever she wants, because you cannot resist her.

You're standing in front of the kitchen counter, waiting for Nabi's bottle to warm up.

Your phone buzzes and you swipe across the screen to see the message.

baby daddy

is everything fine?

is nabi okay?

You snap a quick picture of Nabi, her head cuddled against your collar bone.

y/n

[jpg]

she's doing perfectly fine

just a little whiny

she's rlly hungry

baby daddy

i can see that

y/n

huh

oh

🙄🙄

ure so funny kook

You're now only realising that that Nabi is ogling your boobs from above in the picture.

baby daddy

apparently she really likes ur mummy milkers

y/n

EW

STOP this right now jungkook

who tf says mummy milkers ????

baby daddy

don't try to make it look like i'm the weird one now

y/n

but u ARE

baby daddy

🙄

i have to go now

and you have to feed my baby

see u later baby

y/n

see ya

You take the warm bottle with you as you walk into the living room and sit down. Nabi watches the bottle filled with milk with big eyes and latches onto it as soon as it's within her reach. She has her small hand on top of yours as you hold the bottle for her.

"You know, taking care of you makes me really excited for the time when I'll have my own little one." You pat her soft hair. "How can you be this adorable, hm?" The way her doe eyes look into yours makes your heart clench.

After Nabi finishes the bottle she falls asleep within a couple of minutes. Carefully you walk her into your bedroom, slowly transferring her on your bed. As soon as Nabi is no longer in your arms, she wakes and starts whimpering.

"Nabi," you coo, scooping her back into your arms. She falls silent and you frown at her. "Are we being clingy again today?" But you can't stay mad at her, one look into her glassy eyes and you're already in the living room, laying down on the couch with Nabi cuddled on your chest.

Nabi is fast asleep, contentedly sucking on the pacifier, while she's in the comfort of your presence and scent and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep as well. You have one hand placed on her back, keeping her safe.

You don't know how much time has passed after you were woken up by the buzzing of your phone in your pocket. You rub your eye, reading Jungkook's text.

baby daddy

just got off work

coming over rn

y/n

already ????

but i wanted to bathe her :(

baby daddy

i could stay at your place for a little while

and then we can bathe her together ?

y/n

🥰

okie

come over quickly then

baby daddy

i'll be there in 10

You send Jungkook a pic of Nabi sleeping, her tiny body snuggled against you.

y/n

she's in dreamland but she rlly missed u

baby daddy

missed my girls too <3

[zlebooks]

ZLEBOOKS MASTERLIST › works will be listed according to their classification. it will be then further organized into alphabetical order based on the character/s involved.

last updated ٠ ˖ ࣪ 🏡 february 6, 2023

social media aus / texts

✷ childe boyfriend texts ! childe .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ literally just you roasting tf out of him.

✷ not that into you ! al haitham .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ after one and a half years of pining over a guy who flat out rejected you, you finally decide that maybe it’s time to move on. but the universe must be playing jokes on you right now because he’s suddenly throttled back into your life? or in which al haitham is back in your dms which is a lot of nerve coming from a guy who suddenly disappeared on you over a year ago!

✷ love equation ! childe .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ embarrassed by your five year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either save your ass or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.

✷ spider man childe ! childe .

series of texts between you and your boyfriend who’s apparently your neighborhood’s friendly spider man?

✷ love fool ! zhongli . DISCONTINUED

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ zhongli, the student body president has been out of everyone's league since the beginning. yet you still let yourself crush on the golden-darling-pretty-boy. so, like a fool in love, you end up chasing zhongli who is part of the track team as well and somehow, he manages to avoid every single one of your attempts! (gee, i wonder why) good thing there's no app that lets you talk to him anonymously and accidentally creates a love square-ish between you two. or in which zhongli thinks he fell for someone through the internet but it ends up just being the pest (affectionately, you) crushing on him the whole time.

head canons

✷ genshin boys as oddly specific romantic tropes ! al haitham, ayato, childe, diluc, kazuha, xiao, zhongli .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ coming soon.

✷ how genshin boys are when sick ! everyone .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ in which the responsibilty of nursing them back to health falls on your shoulders.

drabbles

✷ beliefs for dummies ! alhaitham . ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ in which alhaitham is trying to solve the mystery that is you— and your certain feelings towards him.

✷ congrats being the first/last person to know! ! alhaitham .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ you finally confess to kaveh that you have feelings for his flatmate, only you forget to tell him one key information.

✷ no words to describe ! alhaitham .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ for a haravatat graduate, alhaitham sure knows a lot of words. but when it comes to you, it’s only silence that he can provide for comfort.

✷ pineapples on pizzas ! alhaitham . ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ alhaitham’s love language is giving you the pineapples on his pizza and him eating what’s leftover.

✷ we never happened (there’s no us) ! alhaitham, ayato .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ you suffer from unrequited love.

✷ all too well ! ayato .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ while you kept ayato like an oath— a promise that as time passes, your love for him will remain unchanging— ayato kept you like a secret, a story that’s never meant to be told.

✷ of marriage proposals and tricoloured dangos ! ayato . ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ you have a crush on your husband, which is stupid considering that you are married after all. but this marriage is a noble marriage; arranged for conveniences. but is it really?

✷ who’s a good boy? ! ayato .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ ayato learns that maybe he shouldn’t mess with you the next time you’re taking a stroll… or anytime for that matter.

✷ a single thread of gold (tied me to you) ! childe, thoma, xiao, zhongli . ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ series of events where you realize your fate with him is much more intertwined than how you initially believed it to be.

✷ hopeless romantic ! childe .

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ childe is the epitome of badly written romcoms and sickeningly sweet strawberry filled donuts.

✷ frosting or fondant? ! childe . ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ you’re incredibly tired, wishing to fall asleep already. your boyfriend proves to be unhelpful as he decides it’s much more important to discuss cake toppings.

✷ first snowfall ! diluc

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ you never took diluc as someone who believes in old people’s sayings, but this is definitely a welcomed discovery.

✷ in every other universe ! diluc

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ where you contemplate whether to find your happiness at the risk of someone else’s, or take your feelings to your grave hoping your next life would be much kinder to you.

✷ idiot in love ! xiao

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ xiao hates you, he’s sure of it. but why does everyone keep telling him it’s the opposite?

✷ stupid in love ! xiao ❝ author’s fave ❞

𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ part two to idiot in love. wherein xiao finally comes into terms with his newfound feelings.

[lovely-echoo]

Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 1/? Pt.2

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

OneShot/Drabble(?)

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)

Fluff/Normal

(Angst if you squint)

How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade

As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.

You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.

After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.

The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.

Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.

Just about everything looked grotesque.

Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.

Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.

You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!

His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.

Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.

Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.

A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.

You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.

It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.

At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….

Normal?

It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.

But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!

The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.

The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.

But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!

Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?

You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.

He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”

But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.

“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.

‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.

“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.

He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.

He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?

“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.

Did you not have any?

While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.

(^ Ignore that if you are british)

While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.

To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.

You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.

‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'

Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.

Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.

“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.

"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.

"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.

"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”

Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.

Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.

He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.

“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”

And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3

I may include a taglist if anyone's up to be tagged lmao

[fanfic-inator795]

Idk what tf is wrong with me today

I’ve been so frustrated with myself the past week in that I’ve barely done any writing even though I have all these ideas - ideas I LIKE and really think are cute, mind you - but I’ve barely worked on any of them. Even when I have free time/alone time, I just end up ignoring my word docs, giving myself some whatever excuse and then feeling bad about it later

Pretty sure today was just the culmination of it, since I actually did feel somewhat up to writing at first... but then my stomach started giving me issues and the Monday brainfog began rolling in, and even though now my stomach has mostly settled, my minimal amount of focus and motivation to write are completely shot and I fucking hate it

This isn’t just writer’s block, as like I said I know what I want to write - even if I couldn’t finish any of my drabbles, I know that I could at the very least write out a few paragraphs/sentences. Like- these are ideas I’ve had bouncing around in my head for the better part of a week, surely I can string together something. But every time I TRY to start, my brain just keeps telling me “fuck it” and I delete the few words I do end up writing because even if it’s not outright writer’s block it’s still SOME sort of block.

I wanna rip out my hair. I wanna go home and drown out everything with youtube vids while I lay in bed. I wanna find something to cry over because I just feel so frustrated and so awful. I wanna just delete my entire AO3 account because idk if I even want to write out my drabble ideas anymore, it just feels pointless. But then I also feel WORSE cause then all those ideas I still have in my head are just wasted, and I just feel stuck. I can’t write, I can’t focus on ANYTHING, all I can do is fucking sit here and continue scrolling through tumblr and youtube while the boredom and guilt continues to just drill into me.

And for all I know, this is just a random mood shift cause of my period likely being only a week away or it just being a random bout of depression or idk. For as guilty as I felt yesterday, knowing fully well that I COULD have spent the five hours I had of free time actually doing some writing instead of watching youtube AGAIN, at least I was able to still enjoy watching BCGs with Tessa. But now I’m just sitting in my office waiting for the next five or so hours to pass before I can clock out and go home, and it already feels like today is gonna take an eternity.

I just fucking hate when I get like this. I hate when everything just becomes too much and too fucking exhausting and I can’t even focus on constructive things or the things that make me happy because my brain won’t let me or because I end up being reminded about how many things in life are just awful.

I don’t know. I really don’t know. I wanna just push through this already but I don’t know why I can’t just do it NOW. I don’t know what’ll make me feel better or make me feel like actually writing again instead of only thinking about writing. I just. Don’t. Know.

[b0rista]

i keep seeing dad!levi on the tl and i cant stop thinking abt him as a dad😩 can i request drabble/hc/fic of levi and his s/o adopting gabi and falco🥰 no thoughts. just dad!levi brainrot go brrrrt

— ADOPTIVE FATHER! LEVI HEADCANONS + FALCO & GABI. ♡︎

AUTHOR'S NOTES: gn! reader.

never would you have ever expected to take in a pair of children as your own. better yet, never would you have ever expected him to. while you knew his soft side all too well, everyone has their limits.

gabi and falco moving in with you and levi likely just,, happened. a temporary housing for them, considering they had nowhere else to go. seeing as though imprisonment for a second time was a bit of a reach, it was a minor debate within headquarters regarding what to do with the two. through careful consideration, your lover made a decision.

what better way to supervise them than in our own home?

of course, the thought conflicted you. the enemy, living with you? sure, they were barely teenagers, but that didn't make them any less capable of murdering you in your slumber.

knowing levi, though, that would never be the case. the man was already the world’s most calculating insomniac, lord knows he’d never let either of those kids out of his sight. especially not around you. 

nevertheless, your guys’ experience living with the remaining warriors of marley would be far more different than either of you would ever think to realize. 

ACTUAL HEADCANONS BELOW: ⇩︎

to your surpise, falco’s quite literally the sweetest pre-teen to ever roam the earth. of course, you’d only assumed it was all an act. that was,, until you genuinely caught him attempting to befriend levi's horse one morning. he was outside holding a fistful of grass, holding it out to the thing as if it were some sort of a beast. eventually, you joined him, and you showed him just how to handle it. and while the boy seemed skeptical at first, you saw that glimmer in his eyes the moment the horse allowed him to pet its mane. from the window, levi only watched.

speaking of levi's horse, that thing absolutely despises gabi. you're not quite sure why, but it does. you've literally had to run out and claw her hair out from between its teeth before— she's scReaminG, you'Re screaming, even the horse is screaming.

"why does this keep happening to me?!"

"this has happened befoRe?"

whenever either of the two children curse, levi's quick to correct them. despite having quite the foul mouth himself, he doesn't hesitate whenever he has to toss out a blunt "language."

^ at first, they were bitter. with time, though, they stopped swearing.

a key moment in time that helped develop you and falco's relationship was one afternoon where he was helping you out with yard work. somehow, his little crush on gabi came up, and the two of you got to talking about it. after giving him some genuine, appropriate advice for a kid with a crush, he really did start looking at you differently.

as for levi and gabi, those two bonded over intense, hilarious training. he found her punching the air in his backyard, and decided to drop in with a few sarcastic pointers. somehow, it ended in him kicking the poor girl around like a rag doll— not violently, he never hurt her. instead, he fended off each and every attack she fired at him, leaving her absolutely exhausted. she was tired out, and he was perfectly fine. imagine gabi, laying on the ground, tired as shiT, and levi, gently nudging the toe of his boot into her side:

"you can fight, but you're messy. if you ever stand a chance at surviving this war you started, i suggest you clean up your act."

cue gabi, glaring.

"if you care so much, then help me become better."

and so he did 🥺🥺 the two bond over levi practically coaching her, and as the days merge into weeks, she grows to actually respect levi, and maybe even look up to him.

basically, while you and falco live your cottagecore lives and bond over horses and apple picking, levi and gabi beat the everliving shit out of eachother in the backyard. it's a great balance.

for the first couple of nights, eating at the dinner table with those two was disgustingly awkward. it was utter silence, nothing more. however, one night, falco dropped his fork, and when he bent down to get it, he looked underneath the table for a milliseconD— there levi was, leaned down, stArinG at him. it was both hilarious and terrifying altogether, and falco ended up screeching and knocking his head into the table, hard.

"I WAS GETTING A F O R K-"

"and? gRemlin."

it surprised all of you, hearing gabi laugh. a genuine, real laugh. eventually, that turned into a conversation. and after that, you had conversations during every dinner. the development process was cruel, but worth it.

the kids help you prepare breakfast in the morning while levi downs his fourth cup of tea at the table, and it's always cute. because of you, falco knows how to make scrambled eggs! and also because of you, gabi knows how to prank somebody using an uncooked noodle. literally, she just places a piece of it between her teeth, pretend to crack her nose, and crunch. she made falco scReAm, and levi just looked at you like 🤨 bitch, tf are u teaching her

now, this was around three months into supervising them. one night, they were sitting alongside you on the sofa, and you were reading them a story. while falco was into it, gabi thought it was silly— still, though, she listened. eventually, they passed the hell out on either side of you. you drifted off, as well. when you woke up, you'd woken up to levi, his head rested onto your lap while his knees prop him up from the floor. by the looks of it, he wanted to be included.

whenever either of them step out of line, they earn a swift flick to the forehead from levi. it's a daily thing. gabi says something stupid, flick. falco slacks off during chores, flick. one time, gabi tried flicking him back, and it just started a flick war. you were done with all three of them.

both gabi and falco love telling you about marley's technology. you'd never heard of such things, and to know that they exist? shit, the look on your face is priceless. they absolutely adore getting a reaction out of you, and they often butt heads over who gets to tell you what. when they do, cue the overly aggressive forehead flicks from levi.

while levi told you not to, you couldn't help yourself. you showed them just how cool it is to use ODM gear. of course, they lost their shit, because holy hell that looks fun. your boyfriend, of course, caught you swinging from tree to tree while the two children gawked at you, and he gave you a stern talking to. before he did, though, that motherfucker joined you in the trees. again, the kids lost it.

"loOKATTHEMFALCOLOOKLOOK-"

"i'MloOokinG-"

eventually, they just think you guys are the coolest people they've ever come across. which stirs up one heLL of an identity crisis for gabi, because,, lol aren't y'all devils or sum?