#im not going to listen but this cannot be a good idea

[bamsara]

Very personal vent, will nuke it after a nap I think

2024 was arguably one of the worst years of my life outside of having my heart and brain issues from 2020. I left an abusive situation, still recovering from it, left a *second* toxic friendship that resulted in my physical location being compromised, and right as I think 2025 will be better, one of them comes uninvited into my house *again*, and my step father gets diagnosed with heart failure, with the same exact issues that killed my birth dad. We had to buy a wearable difibulator since it can go out any moment

All that and we are in a hell recession

I am constantly afraid, both in online and in real life spaces. I dont think I have social anxiety in a normal sense, I think im really good at talking to people, but I'm never fast at it and I'm never natural at it.

I constantly worry about taking up too much space and that people I've never met online fucking hate me because I exist in the same sphere as them, that there are preconceived ideas of who or what I am as a person because I'm not seen as a person in the online space but just as a creator, and online: creators are not considered people. I wish some of my stuff never got popular, even SL, not that I don't like talking about what I'm passionate about, but I'm constantly afraid of crossing that line of 'random artist' into being seen as 'self absorbed big shot' because I posted too many au dumps or got too rambley. And if I talk about this, I fear any reassurance I get will because of those prior factors

I've thought about deleting this account before a long while ago, but then I'd lose Everything I've ever done for over 10 years. Not just artwork and community but real life milestones and memories and that's not worth losing over some stressful situations

I genuinely do not understand why we cannot be nice to each other either. I know it's a very vague and general statement and I feel like hard to explain what I mean by that, but I cannot imagine passive aggression, comparison or general rudeness to be the 'default' way people talk! I am so tired of people being mean for fun or to feel like they fit in on a conversation! And I'm not even recieving the mean, I just witness it and its upsetting! Real life and Online! But don't listen to me on that because I want people who've probably don't like me to like me and seek validation from people I have differences with so I am not a good example of judgement.

And my health I'm not even gonna touch that one. But at least I'm working on dental stuff, which is nice. I got health insurance again, right as they go to cut medicaid.

But in my mind I cannot stop thinking about if I can just get better at what I'm doing. If I can get better at artwork that I hate my style of, it's never polished and there's people younger than me who's work is so much better. If I can just write faster or draw better and remember to post things then I don't have to worry about anything else. But I've been drawing for so so long, and my art style that I've put so much time into I feel is the equivalent of a learn-how-to-draw-anime workbook you get in a middle school library. And yes I've been told it's good but all art is good. All art styles are good styles. I just don't like it when I'm the one who draws it.

In the last 12 months I've been IRL stalked, family medical, helping support them with what I do make and also myself and literally every coping hobby I have and have had for over a decade just feels more and more like I'm never improving fast enough or that I just Care Too Much at my big age and I should be doing something more substantial with my life, but if I don't craft something or draw or write even if I despise it in the end then it's so much worse

[kimio7]

someone tell me its a bad idea to uber eats a midnight snack

[not-kamenx]

Beyblade X Ep 34: A Rainbow Guest

GES SJACSLSVWJEVEJEVENEBB BC LABJEBWEVD KB VEJEDV WHAT IN THE OMINOUS SPINNING DRAKE IS THIS EPISODE

Okay, first off, I WAS SO DISTRAUGHT AFTER GETTING HIT WITH A FOUND FAMILY EPISODE THEN WE GET HIT WITH JAXON’S TEAMMATE, SIGRID NANAIRO AND HER REALLY BLUNT ATTITUDE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT SUSHI. Okay I’m gonna be honest, I did get spoiled that she was Multi’s sister BUT LEGITIMATELY I’M STILL SURPRISED

She and Jaxon are similar but not at the same time??? I mean they both love Komaba Sushi (I figured ever since Memories of Sushi ep because the bigger set was given to her while Chrome was too busy focusing on Jaxon and getting fed blah blah blah and yeah) AND THEY’RE PRETTY BLUNT but Jaxon seems to prefer choose his words while she prefers to choose her actions

The way Robin went to grab the mask and practically suffocated Jaxon had me giggling, LIKE DO THEY JUST HAVE IT ON STANDBY???

Like he was so happy to see her and now he’s getting choked by his hair in the mask

Anyways when Robin was surprised she knew him I figured he’d put two and two together, since in the first ep he knew Jaxon was part of Team Pendragon and so was she? Mini plot hole I suppose

BUT YEAH I noticed throughout the episode Robin kept defending Multi from Sigrid even though he keeps getting cut off which, GAHHHHHH AND EARLIER DURING THE VOTES SHE TRIED TO COMFORT HIM they’re adorable honestly

anyways the reactions when Robin and Jaxon find out they’re sisters 😭

THIS IS THE MOST HORRIFIED EXPRESSION IVE SEEN JAXON EXPRESS IM CRYING WHY DOES HE LOOK SO MORTIFIED

and later on we get a look at baby Multi and Sigrid, WHICH OMG I WANNA DRAW MULTI WITH SHORT HAIR NOW

and…. Babadudum…. You guessed it… why I’m immediately posting my reaction to this….

We get a lovely momentary session where Chrome is slowly continuing to lose it over Jaxon in the corner of a room while Sigrid sits there like the bestie who has to hear about her friend’s relationship problems

CHROME YES I WANTED TO SEE YOU BUT NOT LIKE THIS, HAVE A DAMN SLICE OF LIFE MOMENT OR SOMETHING HELP

and thennnn some shady shit just casually breaks into Komaba Sushi and steals the bey plans Multi had. Hello, how does no one spot this THEY HAVE TWO HUGE ASS BUILDINGS SURROUNDING THEM???

[advancedscurvy]

other people have got to have someone who they keep around as a bug under a microscope for being like “what in the hell is wrong with you”

[pasta-pardner]

electronic indiepop songs involving cowboys and horses 🐴

spotify

[rapidhighway]

ngl pep talks from family about how youre good enough for your school are kind of shitty when youve got arguments and all they can say is noooo youre wrongg

[luvst4rc0r3]

"The Unexpected Couple"

Loser!Jinx x Reader

Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

It was like one day, Jinx was just the chaotic loser that everyone tolerated at best—and the next? She was dating you. You. The person everyone actually liked, the one who had their life together, the one who could walk into a room and make people listen.

People thought it was a joke at first. A prank. Some kind of elaborate bet. But then they saw the way Jinx looked at you—like you were the sun and she was just some dumb little planet orbiting around you, completely at your mercy.

And the way you looked at her? Yeah. You were just as gone.

People’s Reactions:

Vi:

“Are you being blackmailed? Blink twice if you need help.”

She genuinely cannot wrap her head around it. Jinx, her loser little sister, who once ate an entire bag of uncooked pasta for fun, is somehow dating you? She thought it was fake until she saw you casually kiss Jinx on the cheek one day.

She short-circuited. Nearly dropped her protein shake. Stared at Jinx for a solid ten seconds before going,

“WHAT. THE. HELL.”

Sevika:

Doesn’t care much, but when she sees you cuddling up to Jinx at lunch, she just takes a long sip of her drink and mutters,

“This timeline is broken.”

Your Friends:

“Be honest. Did you lose a bet?”

“Are you okay? Like… mentally?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HER?”

It’s not that they hate Jinx—it’s just that she’s Jinx. She forgets homework exists and once tried to teach a pigeon how to skateboard.

You just laugh and say, “Yeah, but she’s my idiot.”

And then Jinx, who overheard the whole thing, proceeds to melt into a puddle of emotions.

 Your Teachers:

Your math teacher literally pulled you aside one day like,

“You’re such a bright student. Don’t let… distractions ruin your potential.”

Meanwhile, Jinx is in the background, chewing on a pen, 100% unaware that she’s the distraction in question.

Your Relationship in School:

PDA? Oh yeah. Jinx never cared about being subtle in the first place, but now that she has you? She’s insufferable. Walks you to class even though she’s late for her own. Steals your hoodies and wears them oversized because, “They smell like you.” Leaves dumb doodles in your notebooks (half of them are just little hearts with your name in them). Jinx is constantly showing off. And by “showing off,” I mean doing the dumbest, most reckless stunts imaginable. If there’s a terrible idea, she’s already doing it before you can stop her.

Jinx: “Bet I can jump from this stairwell and land perfectly.”

You: “Jinx, no—”

Jinx: [proceeds to fall flat on her face]

You: “Oh my god.”

And yet, you’re always the first one helping her up, laughing as you brush off the dirt from her hoodie.

She falls harder every time.

She thrives off making you blush. For someone who is usually a mess, Jinx is unexpectedly bold when it comes to flirting.

One day, you’re minding your own business when she leans in and whispers, “You look really good today.”

You turn red. She grins like she just won the lottery.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

She does. She really, really does.

Nobody gets how you put up with her. She’s always late, never does her homework, and is basically a human raccoon. But when she falls asleep in your lap during study hall, drooling on your sweater, you just shake your head and pull her closer.

Because yeah, she’s a disaster. But she’s your disaster.

MAN IM JUST TRYING TO LOAD ALL OF MY DRAFTS

I want food and sleep

[ivysprophecy]

please please please

word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

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"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."

[nastybuckybarnes]

Stowaway

Pairing: Ghost X Reader

Summary: You find something fun and want to share it with the skull-face man.

Warnings: Language, allusions to violence, fluff, slow burn

Word Count: 2.4K

A/n: another part of my ghost x mouse thing. if any of you have seen Freeform's Siren, i imagine reader to sound a bit like Ryn when she speaks. if y'all have no idea what im talking about, thats okay too, i still love ya!

~*~

You watch the black vehicle as it rolls to a stop, all but the driver emerging.

This is it. This is your one chance and you cannot fuck it up.

Taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you slowly keep forward, keeping your back to the wall and successfully keeping yourself hidden in the shadows.

The men outside the armoured vehicle move away, toward whatever their target of the day is, and you use that to your advantage.

You crouch down, the darkness of the night your best friend as you slink closer and closer to the vehicle, glass bottle held tightly in your grasp.

Finally, with your back to the bed of the vehicle, you throw the bottle as far as you can, wincing at the sharp shatter.

Instead of dwelling on making a sound, something that you’ve been carefully trained never to do, you climb into the back of the vehicle and quietly bury yourself under duffle bags of supplies as the driver emerges.

You hear the driver get out, listen as his heavy boots lead over to where the bottle broke, and you let out a soft breath.

Safe for now.

You snuggle up beneath the bags, steeling yourself for a long night.

Somehow, even with the velcro, clips, and pins digging into your flesh, you manage to doze off, waking up only when you feel the vehicle jerk to a halt, the brakes squeaking lightly.

“Good work, boys! First round’s on me tonight,” a muffled voice says.

You tense up as the tailgate gets dropped, bags being lifted from you one by one.

Finally, there’s a pause.

“Uh, Captain?”

You’ve been spotted, you know that, and you knew it would happen. It doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

You’ve seen firsthand what these men can do. You only hope the one you’re familiar with will be around.

“What’s going on, MacTavish?”

Another duffle gets lifted from you and you squint against the harsh light, blinking furiously but making no other move to get up lest you startle one of them.

“What’s this?” The older man asks, his face slowly coming into view.

“Looks like we’ve got a stowaway,” the Scottish one says.

You still make no movements, staying perfectly still as they toss the other bags off of you.

One of them then grabs you by the arm and hauls you to your feet, making you stumble the slightest bit.

“Gimme your hands.”

You don’t fight them as they snap cool metal cuffs around your wrists. Nor do you fight them when they force you to your knees on the hard concrete floor.

Two of them stand farther back with their hands on their guns, the driver and the Scot, and the older man, the Captain, stands tall in front of you.

"Now, why were you hidin' out in the back of our truck, hmm? What're you doin' here? What are you hoping to find?"

You look at each man carefully, frowning when none of their eyes match the ones in your memory.

"Ghost," you finally say.

Soap and Price exchange glances before the older man leans forward, crouching down to be at eye level with you.

"Come again?"

You huff out a frustrated breath then point toward his breast pocket where a pen and a pad of paper lie.

He glances down at it and then, after a moment of careful consideration, slides the items across the floor to you.

You’re quick to scribble something down as neatly as you can with your hands bound, sliding the objects back over to him once you've finished.

There, on the paper, lies the exact same skull that has been strewn on walls and windows, leading them to hostages and intel.

"Ghost. Or no talk."

The men get tense, the two in the back looking at their Captain, waiting for his next move.

Price cocks his head to the side and gives it a shake.

“Listen, sweetheart. You seem nice enough, yeah? Let me tell you somethin’,” he leans closer, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“You’re on my base. You don’t get to call the shots around here. If you wanna sweat it out, fine. I’ll go grab a drink and a nice hot shower, and then when I get back we’ll see if you feel like talking. And don’t worry about being alone - Gaz over there will be keepin’ a close eye on you. Got it?”

His threat hangs in the air for a long while, but all you do is press your lips together and shift back off your knees to sit cross-legged on the floor.

Swallowing his irritation, Price straightens up and leaves the room, Soap hot on his heels.

“Where’re you goin’?” Soap asks when they’re out of the parkade.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re gonna go get the Lieutenant.”

With a nod of his head, Soap is jogging toward Ghost’s quarters.

It takes him no more than five minutes to return, and with him is the big burly man you asked for.

“Better have a damn good reason for gettin’ me up at this hour,” he grumbles, black balaclava covering his face.

He’s dressed in his tac pants and a black t-shirt, thick arms on full display.

Price only nods toward the window he’s staring through, watching you as you look around the garage.

“What’s she doin’ here?” Ghost asks, brows drawing together.

Price chuckles dryly, “was hoping you could tell me. She snuck into the back of the truck unnoticed and stowed away all the way back to base. She’s been… agreeable for the most part. But she won’t talk.”

He’s hardly surprised.

“Drew this and said ‘Ghost or no talk’. Accent’s not from here.” Price turns and looks up at the lieutenant, handing him the picture you drew. “Where’d you find this one?”

Giving his head a shake, Ghost huffs a sigh and pushes into the garage, feet silent as he makes his way over to you.

“Whatt’re you doing here, mouse?” He asks, his voice echoing through the space.

You snap your gaze to his, eyes lighting up the tiniest bit.

Soap walks in after him, hand on his gun.

You shift onto your hip when he’s in front of you, reaching to grab something from your pants but freezing when the other men in the room act.

Gaz and Soap each draw their guns, aiming them at your chest.

"Hands where we can see 'em," Soap warns harshly.

"Easy boys. She's not stupid," Ghost says with a chuckle.

He gives you a nod of encouragement, watching as you move purposefully slowly.

You grab a few items from the waistband of your jeans, sliding the first across the floor to Ghost.

He picks up the small folder, brows drawing together as he briefly wonders how you fit it in there, but those thoughts vanish when he flips it open.

It's full of highly classified documents. Documents that they've been trying to get their hands on for months.

"Where did you get this?" He asks quietly.

You glance at the other two men in the room then back over to him, pressing your lips together once more.

He sighs and glances over his shoulder, holding the folder out to the two men.

"Take this and go get us a tea, yeah?"

They obey without another word, taking the folder and exiting the parkade.

"Where'd you get that folder?" He asks again, crouching down to be at your level and uncuffing your wrists carefully.

"City centre... big..." You frown, searching for the right word, but Ghost knows exactly what you're talking about.

"Warehouse?" He asks.

You nod while rubbing your wrists, happy that he understands.

"If I bring you to a map, can you show me where you were?"

You nod again, pushing onto your knees as he rises to his feet. He helps you up then leads you to the door.

Price, Gaz, and Soap are right outside the door, scanning over the documents within the folder.

"Where are you bringing her?" Price asks, even more intrigued than he was before.

"A map," is all Ghost says.

The three other men fall into a step behind you two, and you try to stay as close to Ghost as you possibly can.

He makes it hard, with his large strides, but you stay all but glued to his side.

He stops suddenly, and you nearly crash into his back, being careful to keep your balance as he turns to a door.

You try to look around him as he unlocks it, but his frame is too broad.

The lock beeps twice then clicks, and then he’s holding the door open for you and motioning for you to head inside.

You do so carefully, eyeing the dark room and shuddering as memories creep into your mind. Memories of a dark cold room with nothing but a leaky pipe.

This isn’t that room. And you’re not alone.

The men enter behind you and then a dim light is flicked on, illuminating what looks to be a board room.

“Here, show me exactly where you found this,” Ghost says, walking over to a map on the wall.

You follow him and inspect it carefully, tracing your finger over a few familiar streets before stopping near the heart of the city.

You tap the spot twice for good measure and look up at him, waiting for his response.

He says nothing, but his eyes are filled with questions.

“How’s a little thing like you get in without setting off alarms?” Soap asks curiously.

You don’t respond, instead you dig in your pants pocket until you find the other souvenir you took.

“For Ghost,” you whisper, holding the USB stick out to him.

He takes it carefully, then tosses it over to Soap.

“Check this. On a secure laptop this time. Don’t need a repeat of-“

“Secure laptop, got it Lt,” the Scot interrupts, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

“Do you know who you stole from?” Ghost asks, capturing your attention once more.

You frown at his word choice.

“I don’t steal. They leave it. It’s mine.”

Price chuckles, “street rats and their squatters rights, hmm?”

You glare at the man with the moustache.

“Not rat,” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest.

Ghost chuckles and gives you a gentle pat on the head.

“No, rats are vermin. Pests. You’re a harmless little mouse, arentcha?”

You cock your head to the side, looking between him and the other man carefully, trying to understand what he’s saying.

“Once Johnny’s done with that stick we’ll reconvene. In the meantime, bring this one back to her den. Can’t have her roaming around,” Price says, rubbing his forehead.

Ghost gives him a sharp nod.

“Say bye, mouse. Time to go home.” He steps toward the door, holding it open for you.

You follow him, pausing in the doorway and turning to Price and Gaz.

“Bye-bye.” You wave your farewell and the two men exchange glances before each giving you a wave of their own.

Ghost leads you silently through the halls and out of the base, opting to walk rather than drive. S’not far anyway. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to spend as much time with you as possible.

Even though you walk in silence, it feels good to be in his presence. You feel safe.

Finally, as you approach the city, he speaks.

“So you do speak English, cheeky fuck.”

You glance up at him and give your head a small shake.

“Not… not good… not lots.”

He hums, eyes darting around checking for threats.

“S’good.”

You say nothing, only continue walking silently by his side.

He breaks the silence once again, surprising the both of you.

“Why do you help us? Why put yourself at risk for us and our cause?”

You furrow your brows, not understanding the question.

“What does this mean?” You ask.

He chuckles and glances over at you.

“Why help me?”

“Help Ghost.”

“Yes, but why?”

“To help.” You stop walking and grab his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, then put your other hand against his chest.

You stare at your hand, how small it is on the broad expanse of his gear-covered chest, then flutter your gaze up toward his eyes.

“Good man,” you whisper, pressing your fingers harder into his chest.

He swears, through all the layers, he can feel the warmth of your skin.

His upper and lower lashes kiss for a moment before he inhales deeply and chuckles. His gaze softens and he shakes his head, giving your hand a squeeze.

“You must be confused, little one. I’m a lotta things but a good man ain’t one of ‘em.”

You glare up at him and yank on his hand. Though you’re not nearly strong enough to force him to move, he takes a step closer, so close that your bodies are nearly pressed against each other.

“Not confused. Not wrong. Ghost… good man… in here.” You slide your hand up to rest over where you imagine his heart is, your own skipping a beat when he covers your hand with his.

“You’re not wrong? No, never,” he muses, a grin pulling at his lips beneath his mask.

You nod, happy that the two of you are in agreement.

Slowly, you look up at him through your lashes.

The intensity of your gaze has sweat tickling his palms and for a very brief moment he wishes his mask wasn’t in the way.

A soft sigh like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings leaves your parted lips, and then you’re taking a step away from him and toward the dark shadows of the city.

“I go now. Bye-bye, Ghost.”

“This is where I leave you?”

You nod your agreement, taking another step away from him.

“You’ll be safe, mouse, yeah?”

You grin at him and pull out the skull picture you snagged from his pocket, showing it to him proudly.

“With Ghost… always safe.”

A soft smile tugs at his lips and he nods, “always safe with me.”

You give him a small wave then turn around and all but disappear into the darkness, much like you always do.

He stands there for a long while, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind but the one that sticks out like a sore thumb is

Stay.

[melliemell]

HEYA GUESS WHOS BACK~

THE FIC U WROTE W THE POCKY PROMPT WAS SO GOOD LIKE ONG?? SOO NOW IM BACK FOR MORE >:)

IM THINKING.. CHRISTMAS THEMED DATES!! COZ ITS THE XMAS SEASON WOULD THEY HAVE ANY CUTE DATES U NORMALLY CANT HAVE IN THE SUMMER? (EXAMPLE; ICE SKATING) (also I’d prefer if u wrote for Dazai and Ranpo again i cannot get enough of those idiots 🙏🙏🙏) THX IN ADVANCE~ -Annon who still hasn’t found their glasses… seriously where are they😭😭

Omg hi again!! I'll have you know I've been listening to Christmas songs on repeat as I wrote this. My brain is fried and so ready for the Holidays. I blame u for this.

And please don't go around blind like that, I pray for you and your glasses, nonnie

BSD Cast ft. Christmas Dates

(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Sigma, Chuuya, Atsushi)

Dazai - Drunk Decorating

“Whaat? Gimme the unicorn here, I have a feeling about this.”

And you’d watch in horror, giggles bubbling out of your lips as the dumbass would duck-tape the poor plush to your Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with child’s delight. The alcohol swirling about in both your veins would’ve started manifesting at some point during the evening, all according to Dazai’s precise calculations. Totally.

If there was one thing Dazai was good at, it was being unconventional. Decorating for Christmas while being drunk off your asses was not on your to-do list, but boy does it leave an impactful memory. Nobody remembers whose idea it was. Most of the night consisted of snippets of hyper-intense clarity… followed by what the actual fuck random scraps of memory. 

Did we really snatch the Agency’s decorations from reception? Of course not, duh. Why is Ranpo’s overcoat hanging from our Christmas tree? How mysterious. You’d be giggling uncontrollably at everything as the night progressed.

You’ve never struggled so hard for your life as when you had to outrun Dazai’s lanky frame, his sticky fingers at the ready to steal whatever shiny ornament you fought tooth and nail to secure. All efforts would end up futile though. Especially when you’d find yourself barely keeping your balance atop Dazai’s shoulders with no clue as to how he managed that.

With tape in one hand and his encouraging instructions as your guide…

Your ceiling had never looked this sparkly and hideous.

Get prepared for an intense hangover and even clingier Dazai the next morning. He will not, under any circumstances, let you leave him alone for the whole day. Suffering together is an act of love, after all.

Ranpo - Snowball Fight

The moment the first snow hit, it would be like a switch had turned on in Ranpo’s behaviour. He���d be used to your antics by now so being extra aware of his surroundings–just in case–was a mandatory tactic for survival on his part. Especially the more it snowed…

You knew how much Ranpo loved being coddled and cuddled all the time, so it came as no surprise his complete despise of cold weather, the sensation of freezing in wet clothes making him shudder in distaste. 

He always had a grumpy face on, cheeks flushed and lips pouting as you waddled through the snow every time you had to leave home. 

He was adorable… and completely at your mercy.

You both knew what was to come. The first snowball would barely scrape his hat, Ranpo’s body spinning around quickly to face you, eyes betrayed. 

“Aw, come on! I knew it.”

He’d whine a lot, making you giggle even more as you prepared for the upcoming battle.

Ranpo’s not a very agile person, but his observation skills combined with years of practice being with you made him nearly impossible to hit, dodging like his actual life depended on it. There was no mercy for you either, taking every hit with pride as you chased each other down the snowed path. 

It would go on until you were both freezing, you grinning like a lunatic and Ranpo’s face of defeat bordering on exasperation. He’d absolutely not like you tackling him down on the snow either, hair soaking and nose as red as it could get. Shame he looked so cute like that; it’s not like you could help it.

Get prepared for extra snuggles as you get back home. That and Ranpo’s cold feet being shoved against your calves the moment he had you locked in an unassuming hug. 

Sweet, sweet revenge, here it comes.

Fyodor - Ice Skating

Fyodor’s not a very social person if he could help it. Spending quality time in a quiet, peaceful place was more down his alley than being jammed up beside people, most of whom were probably barely able to stay on their skates to begin with. An unpleasant hassle, in his opinion.

It would take some convincing and a good dose of bribing before you had him sighing in defeat, your hands interlocked as you towed him along to the skating rink. 

Of course the bastard knew how to skate. Of course. 

Very careful around you, and absolutely refusing to hold onto your hand until you got the hang of how to balance properly. Ungodly amount of patience, even if you caught a whiff of annoyance from him here and there– it was mostly directed towards people veering too close for your comfort, making you clutch harder to the railings, your progress forgotten every time. 

A surprisingly encouraging teacher, with praise where praise was due. Yet strict enough for it to feel more like a coaching session than an actual date. That is, until you figured out how to glide your skates without support, smile wide and exited as it matched Fyodor’s content nod of approval. 

Hands interlocked as he pulled you along, the fun of it engulfed you more as your worry slowly dissipated. Dragging Fyodor to the centre of the ring on wobbly legs was harder than expected, but the sappy kiss you managed to pry out of him was all worth it. 

There was something about silly little romantic moments like those that melted your heart on the spot. And having Fyodor pull you flush against him, hands cupping your cheeks as he rubbed some warmth into them–yeah, you could only look at his lovely violet eyes, your gaze filling with affection.

Sigma - Christmas Shopping

You know how a cat looks when it gets excited to see its human get back? No? It’s the exact same thing with Sigma. 

He’d be all swirling emotions and anticipation on the inside, yet barely any signs of it slipping through his demeanor of collected calmness. You might even mistake it for indifference for all the Christmas shopping you have to do. Maybe even a chore that needs to be done than a fun activity for you two.

You’d be so wrong. 

Christmas is a family holiday; the time of year you spend with your loved ones. At home. He’ll be home, with you. And he has to choose whether orange or red garlands would go best with your kitchen curtains. Sigma’s this close to losing it and having a full breakdown from how happy he actually is that Sigma.exe has stopped working properly. 

Constant battle between being happy with whatever you choose to buy, and the internal desire for everything to be perfect. He has to give you the best Christmas you’ve ever had. Would absolutely go crazy on the shopping lists. You mentioned something offhand that you liked? There’s three of it waiting for you the next day. Can’t choose on a tree? Why, you can have one in the living room, and one for your bedroom too. He’ll take care of it, don’t you worry about anything.

Sweats the whole time as he tries to take care of it all.

Absolutely needs reminders that you’re in this together, and no, you being there with me is enough, Sigma. I don’t care for anything else. Refuses to let go of your hand anywhere you go, basking in the warm feeling of being loved to the fullest.

Chuuya - Cabin Getaway

Absolutely his idea. 

As absurdly far away from the city as you could get, deep in the mountains with the most beautiful view that steals your breath away. You’re afraid to ask how much it cost. Better not. 

Warm blankets with and a fireplace to snuggle by, any ambitions for trying your skills at setting up dinner were soon forgotten. Not when Chuuya’s chest was firm against your back, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders. You were practically melting into him, losing yourself in his warm breath beside your cheek, the deep, low tone he talked with as you enjoyed each other’s company. He was so full of passion usually, the emotions spilling out of him in a constant stream of need for action. 

Not now. Now Chuuya was… here. All soft smiles and light laughter as he poured more wine into your glasses as the night progressed. Talking about life and its meaning, enjoying the moments to the fullest. Having his arm thrown around you as he kept you close was a bliss you never wished to end.

The night was long and filled with a sense of being right where you were meant to be. And when you rose up, pulling Chuuya by the hand as hooded eyes met yours, his grin widening–you found yourself kissing him then. And you didn’t stop until you were both stumbling back to the bedroom, your clothes leaving a trail behind you.

He was all yours for the taking, warm and willing for your every whim. Such a lovely place he found, it’d be a shame not to have a bit of fun… everywhere. 

Finding your clothes in the morning was definitely a hassle, one both of you couldn’t stop laughing about even as Chuuya’s hat definitely wasn’t supposed to be hanging from the chandelier.

Atsushi - Sledge Date

It was an idea you’ve both had for a while. Neither one of you knew how to navigate a thing like that, but hey–it was happening.

Atsushi swears he did not steal a sledge. He only asked Dazai if he had one by chance, and he was so kind to offer it half an hour later, all wide grins and wiggling eyebrows. You’ve never seen Dazai own a thing like that, let alone have it at such a quick disposal. Maybe it was best not to ponder too much over it.

The moment you saw the hill you were meant to glide gracefully down from, you stomach did a double flip. Yeah, you were both going to die, this was not the cute little slide rides you had imagined. 

It took Atsushi some encouraging words and a promise to not let go of you no matter what, and you were gingerly sitting behind him, hands gripping firmly around his torse as you glued your stiff body to his back. His hand rested atop your own, warm and soothing as he rubbed your knuckles.

Atsushi was surprisingly calm about this. Maybe he felt your need for a secure presence beside you or he just naturally took on the role. It didn’t matter, really. Not when he didn’t shut up the entire time, whether it be panicked rambling as you slid down or his general chatter. 

Atsushi kept throwing glances behind him, checking in on you each time you went down. And he held your hand firmly as you groaned from having to climb back up every time. His attentiveness was cute, even more so every time he asked you how you felt. Knowing you had someone who didn’t get annoyed at your complaints or belittled your worries felt… nice. Yeah, really nice. 

You couldn’t wait to shower him in kisses once you got back home.

[fixated-cookies]

HI IM THE ANON THAT SUBMITTED THE MOST RECENT NON CON SMC THING. (the one where he ties you up and loves your tears..)

please i loved that. It was awesome. Your a great writer. I've had so many dark thoughts like that with shadow milk... aaaaaaaaaaaaa and finally I was able to yap about it. I have so many more. Here’s a tame one for now i wanna suck him off SO BAD. Not really that dark just horny but my god do I wanna choke on him so bad...

ohhh hear me out ok. He’d enjoy that pathetic look your face too. You were the one who offered to suck him off. And now your looking pathetic and whimpering more then he is when he’s the one getting pleasure?? Shadow Milk WILL take advantage of that. Telling you to do more rough sucking which you can’t do because you’ll choke on him. But he finds a way to make you do so anyways so while your choking on his cock he’s laughing patting your head calling you a dirty girl.. then he face fucks you then fucks you dumb. And then your ruined perfect way to end the night

You’ve earned a new anon I am gonna be 🎀 anon. You are awesome fixated-cookies here’s a cupcake.

OH MY GOSHHH IM FINALLY FEELING BETTER YA'LL

MDNI

BUT WAITTT!! I bet your wondering how it came to this point in the first place right? weeelll, I got some ideas, maybe you start by bringing him tea with a too-tight grip and flushed cheeks, perhaps fiddling with the hem of your clothes all nervous. Your voice trembles, "U-um… can I… c-can I…"

And that’s all he needs. His lips curl into that sharp, knowing grin, and he leans forward like a cat playing with its prey:

"Can you what, little puppet? Speak up." you can’t. you physically cannot. You're fidgeting, hands clutched in your lap, thighs squeezing together as you tries to find any way to express what you wants. Maybe you mumble;

"I… I wanna… use my mouth…" And he chokes on his laugh.

"Oh~? Your mouth? How sweet. I do love your mouth. What exactly were you planning to do with it, hmm? Sing me a song? Tell me bedtime stories? Or…" He spreads his legs a little wider, tilting his head down at her. "...were you thinking of being a good little doll and making yourself useful?" —and that’s when he grabs her chin, gently but firm, and makes her look him in the eye.

"Say it. Say what you want." And maybe—barely above a whisper—"I… I wanna suck you off…"And then? He grins.Big. Wide. Wicked.

"Well well well… The little puppet finally learns to beg." "Get on your knees."

Shadow Milk Cookie would absolutely go feral the second you offer to suck him off. He’s already smug, already dramatic, already in love with your helpless little expressions—so when you get down on your knees all shy and submissive, trying to look like you’re in control of the situation? "Oh~? How generous~ My little puppet wants to entertain me tonight? Well, then... go on."

He’ll lean back, legs spread just enough to let you crawl between them like the pathetic little thing you are. You start off slow, careful, tender—and he lets you. For a moment. Just to watch you try. But the second you whimper around him? When your eyes get watery, your jaw starts to ache, and you can’t keep from moaning because you’re so desperate to please him?

"Aww, look at you. Crying already? I'm the one getting sucked off, and you're the one falling apart—isn't that backwards?"

And then he takes over. Fist in your hair. Cock shoved down your throat. He rocks his hips while you're gagging and squirming, gripping his thighs for support. Your nose is buried in his scent, your throat stretching around him, and he laughs. "That's it, choke on it, sweet thing~ Use that pretty mouth for something worthwhile." He'll groan out while listening to your relentless gags. "You offered, remember? So don't act surprised when I fuck your face like I mean it."

And when he finishes? Not down your throat. No, no—he pulls out to paint your tongue, your lips, your flushed cheeks. Humiliate. Possess. Ruin.

"Mmm, such a mess for a little gesture of kindness. What should I do with you now, my puppet?" You pull away from the mess. "Oh, don’t pout. We’re far from finished."

And then? He bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you dumb. Your mouth still wet and sticky, your eyes glassy, your thighs quivering. He thrusts deep, relentless, until your whole body shakes—until your mind is empty and the only sound you make is a broken little cry of his name.

"Perfect. You're so perfect when you're ruined, let’s make a habit of this, shall we?"

---

:DDDD I sure do love a man who scream and cries when getting pegged to be such a mean dom, the duality of man

[lubrumalis]

ghost headcanons! (realistic)

tw: nsfw, spoilers, dead dove do not eat

a lot of these are based off of my personal understanding of him

part 2 —> character analysis of ghost

general:

didn’t go back to manchester after his family died, too many foul memories—a lot of friends will probably know him as a murderer (comic reference, ghost was accused of killing his family in the newspaper)

has a fit body. a lot of people like to hc him as big and bulky, i think otherwise! its actually a huge disadvantage to be bulky in size as a soldier (logistics while fighting yk). most SAS soldiers are trained for endurance and fitness, i think he has a moreso lean body

hes not cold and ruthless, wouldn’t say hes a big softie either.

VERYYYY punctual. always on time

will not abuse or rape anyone. this guys been through atrocities, he would never do it to someone else

won’t hire a prostitute, ever.

honestly, hes just another dude in the military. he loves dad jokes and bourbon😭

ghost doesn’t think hes mean or tries to be, he simply is intimidating because of his size and way of talking

he likes watching soccer in his free time

gets internally offended if someone thinks hes from london (anywhere but Manchester)

very dark humoured. tell him any dark joke and he wouldn’t care

loves tea

listens to older british bands, like the smiths

cannot understand modern slang at all. what does ‘iykyk’ and ‘rizzler’ mean???

texts like a typical millennial. uses ‘😂’ and ‘😜’ unironically. types with proper grammar and spelling with punctuation too, maybe an occasional LOL

also unironically likes posts about trust issues and being a sigma male. he doesn’t actually think hes one, he just relates to those quotes that are like: “being alone is better than with fakes” 😭😭😭😭

ghost probably hates other men more than misandrists 😕 i think its bc hes always fighting other men and dealing with the cruel things theyve done, so ghost subconsciously feels more on guard with men he doesnt know

has insomnia

doesn’t cry. ghost doesn’t remember the last time he cried.

isn’t rich rich, but has a ton of savings. he doesn’t have a family or spend a lot. so the money piles up.

relationship hcs:

first off, i dont think he’d realistically get into one anyway LMAO

s/o would have to the chasing, i dont think ghost is the kind to actively pursue someone

he has charisma, doesn’t feel like using it

hes very against the idea at first—his family got murdered because he was in the military, you think hes gonna let it happen again?

probably will not like someone working with him as a soldier

i think itd go two ways: a) you are a civilian who aggressively pursues the poor guy and he gives in, b) you work as a military nurse and gradually get to know him, c) you are a longtime close friend of his before he was in the military

i cant see him being fwb with anyone, only one night stands

hes not a toxic partner or super lovey dovey

ghost doesn’t entertain multiple women at once

itd most likely end up in a breakup where he fears for your safety:(((

BUT lets ignore that

tbh, i think he would probably be with someone very empathetic and kind to others. he doesn’t like people overly energetic, too soft, or someone that annoys him

persons gotta be independent and good with long distance

simon doesn’t care about age gaps, but probably wants someone at least in their late twenties

had a hard time opening up, eventually told you everything once he trusts you

another reason why i think he wants someone empathetic is because he has severe trust issues😃😃

last thing he’d care about is looks for long term relationships

the type of guy to disappear for 6 months and reappear to be like “remember im your husband???”🫡

doesn’t let you tell your friends about him—No hes not being uncommitted or toxic, but hes simply being cautious after what happened to his family

you can’t show anyone photos of him, his name, his occupation, NOTHHINGGG

so you fake a name for your bf who your friends think you’re lying about

definitely does not let you post on social media about him either.

installs security in your home, teaches you self defense, and gives you weapons. this guy can be paranoid

will never hit you or lay a hand on you

ghost genuinely thinks you saved him—his life was bleak and empty before you came in. subconsciously thinks of you as a savior

he buys you gifts, does chores for you, he really likes you :(

ghost actively tries to make his voice sound softer and friendlier when hes talking to you

doesnt understand playing mind games, things like the silent treatment or “im ok” when ur not ok thing. just tell him how you feel

doesn’t tell his team about your existence. you and his job are always going to be separate.

avoids talking about what he does in the military. ghost has killed and injured many and he doesn’t want you to see that side of him.

scary dog privileges for SURE

[manmuncher777]

RED’S MASTERLIST

See bottom for request details :)

Last updated 28th may

(I’m still decorating it lol, ignore if it looks goofy or half done)

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Satoru Gojo

Helping hand ✧.* you come home reeling from sexual frustration and your roommate is more than willing to lend a hand

Pink cheeks ✧.*your bad listening skills causes Gojo to try a new approach

Husband Gojo ✧.* your husband has always been down bad for you

Happy tears ✧.*Gojo never likes to see you cry…. Unless

All Talk ✧.* you decided it was a good idea to challenge the strongest

Big boy ✧.* he loves to show off

Don’t hang up ✧.* Gojo’s favourite thing to do was tease you, even until you’re a needy mess

Hate fucking with Gojo

Bsf Gojo

Cocky Gojo

Cocky Gojo… again

Bsf Gojo and his hands

Composure - Satoru loves being a tease, but he’ll always fold in the end Desperate

Under pressure - head while driving :)

Pretty - Gojo and bimbo reader, brrrrr

Dog house - Gojo forgot date night, it’s time for punishment.

Honest, im home! - he takes advantage of his teleporting mid mission

Please me baby - Satoru is never too proud to beg

Cursed - when you get hit with an interesting curse, Satoru cant resist paying you a visit

Suguru Geto

Drunk texting bsf Geto

Suguru and skirts…

Cruel Geto

Desperate Suguru

Preoccupied - teasing Suguru while hes out on a mission is always fun

Floating - Suguru and high sex, hell yeah

Blurred line - friends with benefits = baby trapping Main

Main supplier - dealer Suguru finds out you’ve been going to someone else

Cheeky - Suguru deals with your attitude oldschool style

Nanami Kento

Boss!Nanami x secretary!reader

Neighbour!Nanami

Nanami’s type

Nanami Drabble

Nanami overstimming reader

Desperate - “youre playing a dangerous game”

Lay down - Nanami loves mornings with you

Toji Fushiguro

Sugarmummy!Reader x Toji

Toji x reader x shiu

Toji and fingering

Strong Toji

Toji Drabble

Roommate toji

Taken in tension - someone stole your batteries Cardio

Cardio - the cardio machines at the gym werent working, toji needs to get some cardio in

Choso Kamo

Dom!Choso Drabble

Dom!Choso Pt.2

Bsf brother Choso

Feral Choso

Teasing Cho gone wrong

Virgin!cho

Choso loves eyecontact

Choso cant resist you

Nice - someone had been teasing choso all day

Split - what if choso had a split tongue?

Unbearable - youre both as bad as each other

Whiny - whiny choso, thats it.

So high - getting high with your Bestfriend is hotter than you expected

Geto and Gojo

Satoru and Suguru sharing you

They’re not so good at sharing

Under their watch

Sharing you… again

Easy living - theyre the best roommates ever

Shiu Kong

Toji x reader x shiu

Ino Takuma

Whoops - maybe it wasnt such a great idea to send that picture…

Besties - you and ino have always been super close

Sukuna Ryomen

Visiting kuna in jail

Princess - sukuna inst good with emotions, but he tries with you (not smut)

Multi

jjk men and aphrodisiac

My requests are OPEN for all of the characters listed here, if you think of a character in jjk that you would like me to write for, feel free to send a request. I cannot guarantee I will write it, but I probably will. Please click HERE for extra details on sending requests, it will be a list of what I will/wont write for. Lots of love and thanks so so much for your support

[transformers-spike]

Hi, @squibsformers here-

For your consideration: Human taking their Car alt-mode partner to a car show to make a lil money. I could so see this going so many different ones having different reactions.

Like there was the one ive seen of a similar thing with Bumblebee where he would be loving it (loved that one, v good) But can you imagine the Hell it would be for Knock Out who LOVES attention but thinks humans are Icky. You would have to be like "Listen. You're gonna get all shiny and pretty and im really sorry but people are gonna touch you." And KO would be all "Pfft. I can deal with disgusting fleshy fingers.... No Offense." But then when it comes down to it hes like SOOOO zoned out bc this is Nice and he lives the attention and the people complimenting him and saying hes pretty... but he's silently tallying how many people have touched him and is probs gonna give you that many swats later or smth. Its a number.... that will very much suck.

Jazz?? Could you IMAGINE Jazz at one of these?? People would be all over him and also like, i feel he would be bumpin some GREAT music the whole time. He feels like its both a spy mission and also a day off so hes just like "fine by me lmao." He's gonna get worked up though. And by the time you make it home he has mass displaced in your garage and is like "Alright! Now for my end of the bargain, bend over-"

Arcee??? Hello arcee at a motorcycle show?? People would LOVE how sleek and slick she looks.

.....Hot Rod/Rodimus at a show. First off if he lost he would be salty for like the next DECACYCLE- But man. Rodders has had so many different paint styles and stuff and all of them would be so eye catching at a show. The two from Cyberverse, of course the two from MTMTE, he has so many options for "Hello 4s a 10 has arrived". And he would eat up all the praise and compliments about his paibt and how he looks like SUCH a strong car. But then when he gets alone with you, the only compliments he eats up are from his sweet little mate.

(Note: If this was TFP and the human for KO was taking him to a car show, I feel like Starscream would be staring at his human like "Well????" as if they could just. Take him to a Jet Show. He has to be let down Gently)

Anyways yeah Yappin

nghhhhhhhhh peak car show ideas omg

TFP Bumblebee is loving it and behaving himself so well, but if it's TFA he's going to transform into a bot just so he can get even more attention (whore).

Smokescreen should definitely participate even if there's a 5% chance he fucks up and blows his cover somehow (yes your car is talking. No don't worry about it)

BRO - I'M DYING OVER JAZZ RAILING HIS HUMAN AFTER THE SHOW

Listen - Rodimus being needy and desperate for comfort is peak. Please pet his giant ass head and call him your specialest little boy

KO is going to fucking ruin you if you try this with him. Yeah, he knows you're going to leave your fingerprints on him - but you're special. He can put up with you (even if sometimes he'd love to punt you), so being stroked by all those human hands is doing a number on him

Especially since he operates on exchanges. He did you a favor, now it's your turn to pay him back. Realistically it would be by buffing him and cleaning up all those nasty fingerprints. But there's a chance the second part of the deal involves overstimulation until you fall into a coma

Bro - if you bring Starscream along to watch a jet show (which he cannot participate in for obv reasons) he will be rolling his optics at the "sluggist" and "uninspired" maneuvers the pilots are pulling. Most of the show involves him hate-watching it

[seokmn]

LONELY DANCERS

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

wc: 1.1k words

warning: mentions of drinking and kissing

lua’s notes: 100% inspired by this conan’s banger. there you go my vernon lover @k1eev enjoy dancing with him 💋💋

“no- seungkwan, you dont understand. i simply cannot find soojin!” vernon said on the phone. the music was blasting, and he was not only looking but walking around the unknown house, taking a good look at every person that was surrounding him. “its like she disa-“ he cut himself off, “found her. seungkwan, ill talk to you later.”

vernon ended the call with his friend and just stood there watching his date from afar while she was kissing another guy. he clenched his jaw and kept looking like he couldnt take his eyes off of her and the guy she was basically swallowing in front of everyone at that party.

suddenly everything started to slow down and the music started to die. and still, he was there staring at the girl, the girl who was supposed to be his for the night – and, at least he thought, for a really long time. his surroundings only seemed to get back to normal when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he looked to his side and saw someone smiling at him.

“is one of them your crush? youre staring at them for a while now” you said as you got close to his ear so the music wouldnt be a problem for him to listen to you. vernon looked at you, not knowing if he should tell you the truth or not. “i suppose it is” you said when you noticed he wasnt going to tell you and chuckled. in response, he only gave you a quick smile, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“its okay! if that makes you feel better, my boyfriend broke up with me tonight. youre not the only one who got dumped here”

“sorry to hear that” he said, not exactly knowing what to say since that fact didnt make him feel better at all, but he still wanted to be polite. "im yn, by the way.”

“im vernon” he smiled, his shy smile made you smile as well. “wanna join me for the night? or do you wanna keep staring at them like a creepy?”

“do i look like a creepy?” you looked at his worried expression and nodded, “you have no idea how much. cmon, lets get you a drink.”

you took his hand and walked towards the crowded kitchen. “you down for some vodka and cola?”, he looked around before looking back at you, “sure, why not?”. you smiled and served him the drink before making one for yourself as well.

“so… is it the girl or the guy?”. he took a sip of his drink, looking at it and nodding with his lips curled downward, a signal that he liked the drink, before responding “the girl”

“was she your girlfriend?”

“no, we were more like a fling, but i thought things were getting serious. looks like i was wrong” you groaned and looked at him, “thats the worse. im sorry to hear that.”

vernon just shrugged his shoulders and kept drinking while you were still looking at him, wanting to keep the conversation going, but not knowing how to. “my boyfriend… well, ex boyfriend,” you chuckled bitterly before continuing, “and i were dating for four months. i guess its not too much, but i certainly didnt see the breakup coming, specially right before coming here”. you sighed, “guess our love life will have a different path from now on”

vernon nodded and was about to speak before you cut him off, “you know what? forget those assholes, they dont know love and honestly? i hope they die. so you should get back up, cuz by the end of the week we’ll be alright! youre a very good looking guy, im sure youre hella interesting and im good looking and interesting as hell! we dont need them! fuck them!” you said as you started to tear up from anger. you took a deep breath and smiled at vernon. “i gotta dance or else ill cry. wanna join me?” you looked at him with hope in your eyes.

“yea, lets dance”, he didnt even finish his sentence and you were already dragging him back to the living room and starting to dance to the song that was playing. at first, vernon was a little bit shy of dancing in front of everyone, but his shyness was slowly dying as he saw how carefree you were while dancing like there was no tomorrow, like no one was around you two. soon enough, the two of you were having the time of your lives, dancing like it could save you from a heartbreak or even save your lives and it really felt like it could save you from any worries or danger.

your movements started to slow down as both of you started to get a little tired from dancing. you were smiling as you looked at vernon, his smile making you smile even wider. it felt like there was only you and him in that moment, your heart was beating fast and you couldnt tell if it was because of all the dancing or if it was because of him standing right in front of you.

the euphoria you were feeling was too intense. you kept looking at vernon, it was clear that he was getting tired, but he continued dancing anyway, enjoying his time and forgetting about his ex date’s existence. once he finally made eye contact with you, you didnt think twice – actually, you didnt even think – and leaned forward, your lips meeting his.

you felt your heart beating even faster once you felt his soft lips in contact with yours. you broke the kiss right after you got back to earth and thought about what you were doing. “oh my god im so sorry i didnt mean to! i mean… yeah, maybe i did but its just because i thought the moment was ri-“ vernon cut you off by kissing you, placing his hand on your cheek when you started to kiss him back. you couldnt tell if your body relaxed or got even more excited when he kissed you, all you could tell was that you were enjoying it and that his kiss was out of this world.

when he broke the kiss he looked at you, who was looking at him like he committed a crime by pulling his lips away from yours. he looked around before looking back at you, “i know a better place than this crowded house, wanna go with me?”

you smiled and nodded, “sure, this party is kinda lame anyway”. he chuckled and nodded, fixing his cap before placing his hand on your lower back and leaving the party with you.

[st4rgiirll]

babysitting troubles.

rafe cameron x babysitter!reader.

this has sat in my drafts collecting dust for months, so i hope you enjoy! im definitely doing a draft clear out so keep an eye out!

synopsis: reader needs help babysitting some kids for the weekend and calls her boyfriend rafe, who as never really been good with children, to come and help wrangle these kids, that for some reason refuse to listen to her, into bed. only for her to find out he's better at dealing with them than she is.

you were exhausted. you love kids, you really do, but boy were they tiring. you'd been running around all day after these kids, trying to wrangle them in for a nap before you went out for the afternoon. these kids were proving this task to be quite difficult.

it was only friday, the parents had only been gone a few hours and yet the way these kids were acting you knew the weekend would be a long one. and god, you were not looking forward to it at all.

"oscar! millie! get back here!" you called after the mischievous twins.

the house echoed with the giggles of the partners in crime, along with the pitter patter of their synced footsteps. you let out a sigh of exasperation, running a hand over your face before walking after the two.

you made it into their shared bedroom, spotting the two. "hey, let's get you to-"

and they made their way back downstairs. you groaned, this was aggravating. why couldnt they just be good kids? you walked downstairs, phone in hand as you debated calling the one person who might be able to help with his authoritative vibe.

on one hand, he might scare the kids into cooperation. on the other hand, he hated kids. he might just completely disregard the message and refuse to come and help.

you argued with yourself in your head until ultimately you decided to call him, resting the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you cleaned up the mess of toys they'd made in the living room. you could still hear them running around and giggling but you were too tired to even begin to chase them again.

"hey, sweetness. how's it-" he began.

"rafe cameron. you need to come over now. i need your help." you cut him off, the stress getting to you.

"why? what's wrong? im out with the guys, playin' golf." he explained.

"these kids will not settle. no matter how hard i try, their parents told me about their set nap time which was half an hour ago! they just wont settle, they keep running around and i cannot deal right now. i need your help, they need someone with authority and you're the only person i can think of." you definitely over explained but you felt the need to.

"okay, alright, darlin' i'll be over in a minute, yeah? calm your pretty head down." he hums comfortingly.

when the call cuts off, you let out a sigh of relief. that went surprisingly better than you thought. and so, you continued cleaning the living room as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. before any of your babysitting gigs, you texted your location to him because you never know what could happen and it gave you piece of mind that someone knew where you were.

it only took twenty minutes until the doorbell sounded and of course you bounded up to the door like a kid, almost throwing the door off its hinges at how happy you were to finally have some sort of help with these kids.

"you have no idea how happy i am to see you. these kids have driven me near enough mental." you say exasperatedly, immediately ushering him in.

"anything to help my girl out. where are they?" he asks.

"running about the house, somewhere." as if on cue, the twins revealed themselves to rafe's gaze.

they were curious, that much was clear. "who's you?" oscar asks.

"im rafe, what are your names?" he crouches down to their height, though he still was taller than them.

"im oscar, that's millie. she's shy." oscar explains as his sister buried herself closer into his side.

"don't you two have a nap to get to?" he asks. "tell you what, you play for another ten minutes, then you have to go for your naps. how's that sound?"

the twins nodded, ten minutes seeming like forever to them, and ran off to go play in their play room.

"i said the same thing and yet they still only listen to you." you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

"cause you're too.. soft. i mean, you have this vibe that just seems like you let yourself get walked all over. which i know you dont, of course. but it always seems that way. im just authoritative." he grins, wrapping an arm around you.

"hm, thanks. nice to know." you huff, rolling your eyes but still leaning your head against his shoulder.

the both of you sat down on the couch, just soaking in his presence as the both of you spoke and laughed quietly. it wasnt until rafe checked his wristwatch, standing from his seat and walking towards the play room.

"hey, c'mon. times up, nap time." he says, knocking against the door.

"oh, but rafe-"

"nuh-uh, not buts. we had a deal, c'mon out. now." he orders authoritatively.

the twins sigh, walking out dejectedly. rafe and you walk up to their bedroom, standing by their beds.

"rafe.. can you read us a bedtime story?" millie asks in her meek voice.

"uh, i dont- i mean, y/n would probably be a better pick for reading-"

"no! we want you!" oscar joins in, and that's when rafe's resolve diminished.

he sighed and picked a book to read. almost immediately after he began reading, the twins were snoring away. it was uncanny really. how easily he put the twins to sleep, mirroring how easily he could put you to sleep. not in a mean way, mainly in a comforting way.

he soon put the book away, tucking the twins in and closing the door once finished. you grinned, looking up at the man you've known longer than you havent.

"you'd be an amazing dad, y'know that?" and that was the first time you'd actually managed to render the poor man speechless and flustered.