#no art for this one sorry I forgot I got this one when i was working on the other ask

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Blabbermouth

johnny storm x fem!reader content warnings: none! all fluff! summary: on a mission, Johnny gets sprayed with something that makes him way too honest. you try to keep him quiet, but he blurts out all the things he’s been holding back, especially how long he’s been in love with you. wc: 2k

masterlist.

It was supposed to be a standard sweep.

Alien bunker. Low threat. Weird tech, strange symbols, and enough glowing crystals to make Reed’s voice crack with excitement. Johnny had been bored from the start—hovering in the back of the group, tossing a ball of flame between his fingers while Ben kicked open doors and Sue cleared the path.

“I could be on a beach right now,” Johnny muttered, singeing the edge of a scorched blueprint with his pinky. “I deserve to be on a beach.”

“You got terrible sunburn last time,” Sue reminded him without looking back.

“It was a controlled burn.”

The air in the corridor felt stale, like something hadn’t breathed in there for centuries. They moved cautiously through the underground chamber, scanning for trip wires or pressure plates. Nothing. Just strange writing etched into the walls, humming with quiet energy.

That was the first sign something was off.

The second?

The pod.

It sat in the corner of the room. Dull silver, cracked slightly open, leaking a strange violet mist that curled and floated like it had a mind of its own.

Johnny, naturally, poked it.

“Johnny.” Ben snapped, too late.

The mist shot upward in a perfect puff—like a firework in reverse—right into Johnny’s face.

He blinked. Coughed once. Waved the smoke away.

“What the hell was that?” Sue asked, backing up with her arm half-raised for a shield.

“I’m fine,” Johnny said, squinting. “That was barely a breath. Not even spicy. Smelled kind of like lavender.”

Reed was already scanning him with some handheld monitor, muttering calculations under his breath.

Johnny grinned. “Relax, I’m fine. I feel great, actually.”

Then he looked at Sue and said, completely deadpan:

“By the way, your meatloaf sucks.”

A beat of silence.

“Excuse me?” she said, affronted.

“I’ve been pretending for years. I’m sorry. It’s bad. It’s like sadness in a pan.”

And that was when Reed declared the mission over.

The Baxter Building lobby smelled like smoke.

Not the scary kind. No alarms, no shouting, no flaming holes in the ceiling. Just a lingering warmth in the air, like someone had lit a match and forgot to put it out. You looked up from your notebook as the elevator doors slid open and the Fantastic Four filed in, one by one.

Reed had a sample tube in his hand. Sue was wiping green goo off her shoulder with a sigh. Ben was muttering something about “next time, I swear I’m bringing a flamethrower.”

And Johnny…

Johnny was beaming.

“Hey, guys!” he said way too brightly, his eyes going wide when he spotted you. “Look who it is! It’s the prettiest person in the tri-state area. No, the planet. Actually, the universe. Easy.”

You blinked. “Johnny?”

He marched right up to you with zero hesitation and zero regard for personal space.

“Hi,” he said, grin full blast, cheeks flushed. “You look amazing. I love that shirt on you. And your hair? Perfect. Is that a new lipstick? It’s making me go crazy. In a good way.”

“…Are you okay?”

“Me? Never better,” he said, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Got sprayed with a weird puff of alien gas in a tunnel, but I feel fantastic. And also, I’ve been thinking about how your laugh sounds like windchimes, and how it makes my chest all floaty and-”

“Johnny,” Reed interrupted from across the room, brows furrowed behind his glasses. “I need you to sit down.”

“I am sitting down,” Johnny replied.

“You’re standing.”

“Well, emotionally I’m sitting. Emotionally I am in a beanbag chair. Staring at-” he turned back to you, “a literal work of art.”

Sue groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Reed, tell me he didn’t breathe that stuff in.”

“He did,” Reed said grimly. “And based on his current behavior, I’m hypothesizing a psychochemical compound similar to a truth serum. But stronger. Less filtered. More impulsive.”

“Sweet,” Ben said. “So he’s just gonna be running his mouth until it wears off?”

“Correct.”

“Oh, this is gonna be good.”

You turned back to Johnny, whose attention hadn’t wavered once. He looked like a golden retriever that had just discovered affection. His smile was stupid. His eyes were shining. His hair was a little windblown and he had a small scratch on his cheek, but he looked annoyingly good.

“I am so sorry,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “You probably don’t feel like yourself right now.”

“I feel great,” he replied. “Your hand is soft. Did you know that? Have I told you that before?”

“Johnny-”

“And I love that perfume. It’s not too much. It’s, like, subtle but deadly. I would let it kill me.”

“Okay-”

“I’m in love with you, by the way.”

Silence.

Your mouth dropped open.

Sue choked on her coffee.

Ben muttered, “Aw, hell.”

Johnny blinked. “Oh. Should I not have said that?”

The words just…hung there.

Like a balloon popped in the middle of a silent room. Time slowed. You felt your ears go hot, your heart skip. Johnny stood there, blinking at you like he didn’t just say that, like he hadn’t just detonated the emotional equivalent of a nuclear bomb in the middle of the Baxter Building.

“Okay,” you said, voice tight. “Okay. So you’re, uh. You’re drugged. That’s cool. That’s fine. Everything’s cool-”

“I’m not drugged,” Johnny said proudly. “I’m just finally free.”

Sue set down her coffee with a loud clunk. “Johnny, shut up.”

“I won’t!” he declared, like he was giving a toast. “I have been in love with her for, like, six months- maybe more, who’s counting, not me, except that I definitely wrote it in my notebook at one poin=t”

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“And I didn’t say anything because I thought, hey, you’re normal, right? And I’m me. Human torch. Fire boy. Disaster man. I figured if I told you, you’d run for the hills or laugh or worse. But I think about you all the time.”

“Johnny-”

“Like, all the time. Like, embarrassing amounts. Like I have quotes you’ve said stuck in my head like song lyrics.”

"Johnny can you-"

“I memorized the way you say my name,” Johnny added, eyes wide, honest to God sincere. “You say it different than everyone else. It’s like…softer. Like you’re letting me be someone else when you say it.”

You wanted to disappear.

No. You wanted to melt into the floor.

Or maybe fly into the sun.

But instead you stood there, frozen, while Johnny kept going, still not done.

“One time I flew over your apartment window to make sure you got home okay after that dinner with that guy you didn’t like. And I pretended it was a patrol run, but really I just wanted to make sure your lights turned on. And I saw them. And I smiled for, like, an hour.”

“Oh my God,” Sue muttered into her hands.

“Also!” he added brightly. “I have a collection of vinyls in a box labelled ‘If She Ever Lets Me Kiss Her’ and I will be playing it in full if that moment ever comes."

Ben was red in the face now, shaking with laughter. Reed just looked concerned.

You finally grabbed Johnny’s arm and pulled him into the hallway with a rushed, “I just need to talk to him, excuse us.."

Once the door clicked shut behind you, Johnny looked up at you with a dreamy smile.

“You’re holding my arm,” he said, like it was the best part of his whole day.

You stared at him. “Johnny.”

“Yes?”

“You are not in your right mind.”

“I’m in love.”

“No, you’re chemically compromised.”

He grinned wider. “Wow. That’s my favorite way someone’s ever said that.”

You ran a hand down your face, trying not to laugh. Trying not to feel the way your heart was pounding.

“You can’t just…say all that to me,” you whispered. “You can’t say things like that and not mean them.”

Johnny paused.

The smile softened. For the first time all afternoon, he looked a little serious. A little still.

“I do mean them,” he said quietly. “Every single word.”

You stared.

He wasn’t grinning now. He wasn’t performing. He was just looking at you like you were the only real thing in the room. No sparks. No flash.

Honest.

Open.

Yours, if you wanted.

“But,” he added, blinking slow. “If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I can…walk that back. Just, like, tell me, and I’ll make myself forget. Or I’ll pretend this never happened. I’ll do whatever you want. Just…don’t stop being in my life. I need you. Even if I don’t get to have you.”

You didn’t realize you’d moved until your hand was on his face, fingers cradling his jaw, thumb brushing the side of his cheek.

He leaned into it instantly, heat curling off his skin like instinct.

“You didn’t even ask if I feel the same,” you said softly.

“Do you?”

You nodded. Barely.

He didn’t say anything.

He just kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t fiery.

It was warm. Solid. Real.

He tasted like cinnamon gum and something a little electric. He sighed into it like it was the one thing he’d been holding his breath for all this time.

When you pulled back, he looked dazed.

“You taste like strawberry chapstick,” he whispered. “I knew it.”

You laughed, breathless, forehead pressed to his.

“What happens when the serum wears off?”

“I panic. Sue makes fun of me. Reed writes a report. I pretend I don’t remember any of this.”

“And then?”

He looked at you again.

“Then I kiss you again,” he said. “But on purpose this time.”

By the time Johnny woke up the next morning, the serum had long worn off, and the crippling realization of everything he’d said had kicked in.

He lay on his back in his bed, arm over his face, replaying it all in horror:

“I think about kissing you, like, constantly.” “I flew past your window to make sure you were safe.”

He groaned. Out loud. Into the void. Into his pillow.

“Oh my god.”

There was a knock at the door.

He flinched. “Go away.”

The door opened anyway.

“Morning, lover boy,” Ben said, way too cheerfully.

“I said go away.”

“Too bad. I brought company.”

Sue followed behind, sipping her coffee. “How’s our little truth bomb?”

Johnny rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. “Dead. Gone. I’m quitting the team.”

“Aw, come on,” Ben said. “You were adorable. Real rom-com material.”

“Kill me.”

“I didn’t know your middle name was ‘romance’” Sue added.

“I swear to God-”

“And Reed says he’s almost done charting your ‘emotional spike timeline,’” Ben said. “Apparently you got more honest every time she smiled at you.”

“I will burn this entire building down.”

A soft knock interrupted his growing spiral of despair.

You stepped into the doorway, holding two mugs of coffee. One of them had little flame doodles on the side. Johnny peeked over his pillow, eyes wide like a scared cat.

You gave him a slow smile. “You, uh…remember yesterday?”

He groaned. Again. “Please say it was all a dream.”

“Nope.”

You walked over and handed him the flame mug.

“But it was a very good dream for me.”

His ears turned red. Bright red. Like the serum had activated all over again.

You sat gently beside him on the edge of the bed.

“I liked hearing the things you said,” you added. “Even if they were…sudden. And chaotic. And a little concerning.”

“So…you’re not never speaking to me again?”

“Nope.”

“You don’t hate me?”

“Definitely not.”

You leaned in, brushed your hand across his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth, warm and quick and real.

“I kind of want to hear more of the truth,” you murmured. “This time without the alien chemicals.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

“Only if you promise to show me that collection of records.”

Johnny grinned, wide and stunned, like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“I’ll even throw in choreography,” he said. “But I’m warning you—it’s a lot of finger guns and dramatic pointing.”

“Perfect.”

And for the first time in twenty-four hours, Johnny Storm thought:

"Yeah. That wasn’t so bad after all."

[hummingbird24220]

Your Laugh Is Dumb and So Are You - Part 2

You’d made it a personal vendetta now.

Villains. Warlords. Warlord-adjacent chaos goblins. If they laughed like their voice actor forgot the assignment? They were getting verbally obliterated.

So when the crew finally landed in Wano, and you were told the enemy this time was “Kaido, King of the Beasts, Emperor of the Sea,” you mentally braced yourself.

Big, scary. Thunderclouds followed him like bad credit. But most importantly?

He. Laughed.

Kaido rises from a haze of smoke, monstrous and massive. Beer in one hand. Club in the other. He laughs.

“WORORORORO!!”

You flinch. Not from fear. From cringe.

“…I’m sorry,” you mutter, stepping forward, eyes wide with theatrical disbelief. “Did you just… wo-ro-ro-ro at me?”

Kaido blinks. “...Huh?”

You gesture like you’re solving a crime scene. “You sound like a lawnmower trying to say ‘horror.’”

The Straw Hats freeze.

Law, hiding behind a rock, drops his sword. “Oh god.”

Kid covers his face. “No. No. I’m not associated with this.”

Kaido narrows his eyes. “You’ve got guts, brat.”

You shrug. “And you’ve got the worst laugh I’ve ever heard. It’s like a haunted pirate ship's horn got stuck in a loop.”

His eye twitches.

“WORORO—”

“No. Don’t say it again. Every time you do, I swear a thundercloud files a noise complaint.”

Zoro snorts. Sanji wheezes. Nami puts her head in her hands, muttering, “We’re going to die because of her.”

Next up? Big Mom.

You were ready.

The crew tiptoed through her territory like it was cursed ground. You, on the other hand, were practically vibrating with anticipation.

She made her entrance in classic opera-villain fashion—flying in on a flaming cloud, thunder booming, homies screaming.

She opens her mouth—

“MAMAMAMAMAMA!”

You inhale sharply. “Oh no. Oh NO. Ma-ma-ma-ma?!”

She stops mid-cackle. “Eh?”

“That’s not a laugh, that’s a train stalling in a tunnel!”

She glares. “Are you mocking me?”

You nod solemnly. “With every ounce of my soul. You laugh like a Disney villain got stuck on a skipping record.”

Prometheus flares up. Zeus panics. Napoleon twitches like even he’s embarrassed.

Franky mutters, “General Franky can’t even compete with that level of fire.”

Luffy grins. “(Y/N)’s so cool!!”

Robin just smiles. “It’s performance art, really.”

A few days later…

You’re laying on the Sunny’s deck, sun on your face, a cold drink in hand. Your latest takedown has gone viral. Marines are whispering your name like you’re some laugh-exorcist. The World Government has allegedly opened an inquiry into mandatory chuckle training.

A wanted poster flutters by.

“Dead or Alive: (Y/N) ‘The Laughbreaker’ – 88,000,000 Berries.”

Sanji gently fans you. “You’re a menace.”

“Thanks.”

Chopper cuddles beside you, giggling. “You’re gonna be in history books!”

You stretch lazily. “Good. I want my legacy to be no more dumb villain laughs.”

Brook plays you a victory tune. Usopp reenacts your Kaido roast with hand puppets. Luffy’s making up a new laugh just to impress you.

“BEEP-BOP-BOP!”

“…He’s trying.”

You sip your drink. “Better than wororororo.”

You crack your knuckles.

Let the Laugh Wars continue.

-

There were exceptions, obviously.

You weren’t heartless.

You had standards.

Brook was the first.

Scene: A calm evening at sea. The Thousand Sunny bobs gently.

Brook tells a joke only he finds funny.

“YOHOHOHOHOHO!”

You glance up from your book, finger still holding your place.

“…Approved.”

Sanji gapes. “That gets a pass?”

You nod. “That laugh is jazz. Classy. Haunted. Ghostly charm.”

Brook bows deeply. “Many thanks! Could I see your panties—”

“Don’t ruin it.”

--

It’s well-known across the crew now. You’ve gone full tyrant when it comes to laughter quality control. Everyone’s fair game… except Brook.

“Biased?” you ask, stretching out on a sun-warmed barrel, Brook humming beside you.

“Absolutely. But he’s my weird comfort skeleton.”

Brook chuckles softly. “Yohoho, I shall take that as the highest honor.”

He twirls, violin under his chin. The music swells. The sea sparkles.

Then.

A hiss of gas.

A sniveling cackle.

A presence like bad science decisions and unpaid lab safety fines.

You sigh.

“Not him.”

--

“SHURORORORO!!!”

You stand up so fast your chair yeets backward into the ocean.

“Absolutely not.”

Caesar falters mid-float. “Wh-What do you mean ‘not’?!”

You point at him like an ancient spirit has possessed you.

“‘Shurororo’ sounds like a blender dying in a swamp.”

He gasps. “It’s distinctive!”

“It’s a wet cough with ambition! You sound like a sewer drain possessed by a mosquito!”

The crew groans. They know what’s coming.

Zoro leans against the mast, arms crossed. “Go off, (Y/N).”

“Your laugh makes my teeth itch! I’ve choked on soup with more charisma!”

Usopp is doubled over. Chopper hides behind Luffy, trembling—unclear if it’s from fear or laughter.

Nami wipes tears from her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this one.”

“Shurororo—”

“NO.”

“Shur—”

“Don’t test me, Periodic Table Reject!”

You don’t fight Caesar that day. The crew doesn’t need to. He floats away, muttering angrily about "comedic philistines" and “artistic expression.”

You sit back down beside Brook, calmly sipping your tea like you hadn’t just verbally eviscerated a gas demon.

“Yohoho,” Brook says gently. “That was terrifying. And wonderful.”

You pat his bony shoulder. “You're safe, bone-dad. Always.”

--

The legend of your villain laugh takedowns had grown legs.

Long, unstoppable, fashionable legs.

At this point, the Straw Hat crew didn’t just expect it—they lived for it.

So when the Wano chaos finally threw a certain stone-faced, high-pitched executive back into the picture… it was a team effort.

A massive figure lumbers out of the smoke—muscle-bound, stone-plated, towering.

Pica.

The Donquixote Family’s walking skyscraper of pain.

He raises a granite arm with all the menace of an ancient kaiju and opens his mouth—

“PICA-PICA-PICHERERERE!!!”

A high-pitched squeal ricochets off every ruined wall like a banshee getting stepped on mid-karaoke.

The crew flinches.

Zoro goes stiff.

Luffy freezes mid-bite of a rice ball.

You step forward slowly, arms folded, head tilted like you’re examining a crime scene.

Luffy’s already bouncing with excitement. “Is it time?!”

Zoro cracks his knuckles. “Been waiting for this.”

Pica blinks. “Wh-What? What are you—”

“Don’t talk,” you cut in sharply, holding up a hand like a strict substitute teacher. “We need to address… whatever just came out of your throat.”

Luffy immediately mimics the sound.

“HIEEEEEEEEEE!!!” he squeals, arms waving. “Look, I’m Big Boy Squeaky!”

Zoro joins in with his own impression—lower-pitched but deadpan.

“Hiiieee… I’m gonna crush youuuuu…” He smirks. “Damn, I think my soul left my body.”

You nod solemnly. “I’ve heard mice in pain that were less distressing. You sound like a rubber duck being exorcised.”

Pica’s lip trembles. “Th-that’s just how I sound!”

“Then stop sounding!” you shout back. “You’re a mountain with the voice of a tea kettle!”

Even Franky gets involved.

He flicks a switch on his chest. “Activating: SQUEAKY MODE!”

“HIEEEEE!” he chirps, robotic and shrill, then poses dramatically. “SUPER!”

Usopp’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe. Robin’s trying not to smirk behind her book. Even Jinbe looks mildly horrified on Pica’s behalf.

Brook leans toward you. “Should I play something to match the pitch?”

“Only if your violin can hit frequencies that summon dogs.”

Pica is sobbing now. Not crying—just aggressively upset.

“You guys are bullies!”

Zoro shrugs. “You started it.”

“You laughed in public,” you say firmly. “That’s your fault.”

“Why is this a thing!?!” Pica shrieks as he flees into the mountains, voice echoing like a child’s balloon losing helium.

You dust your hands off. “Another one down.”

Luffy throws an arm around your shoulders, laughing. “We make a great team!”

Zoro grins. “I still think my impression was better.”

“You both sounded cursed.”

“That’s the point!”

By the time the sun sets, new bounties are printed.

(Y/N) "Laughbreaker" – 99,000,000 Berries Monkey D. Luffy – Now includes ‘Accessory to Comedy’ Roronoa Zoro – Wanted for Impression-Based Violence

-

You knew this day would come.

You’d mocked the molasses gargle, roasted the swamp blender, obliterated the helium kaiju—but none of them had prepared you for this.

The Laugh.

The Swagger.

The Pink Feather Boa.

It was time.

Doflamingo.

Doflamingo floats down like a flamboyant demon flamingo, grin sharp enough to cut glass.

He lands. Sways.

And then—

“Fuffuffuffuffuffu…”

You inhale slowly through your nose like someone trying not to scream at a toddler hitting a piano with a hammer.

“…Oh, we’re doing this now.”

Luffy perks up instantly. “Is it time?! IS IT TIME?!”

Zoro’s already nudging you forward. “Unleash hell.”

Doflamingo tilts his head, still grinning. “What? Did my fashion stun you silent?”

You step forward, eyes blazing. “No. But your laugh? That’s the sound of a credit card declining.”

Robin chuckles softly behind her hand. Sanji’s smirking around his cigarette. Franky yells, “OOOH, BURN!”

Doffy’s sunglasses gleam. “Fuffuffu—”

“Stop.” You jab a finger at him. “You sound like you’re snorting sarcasm through a kazoo.”

He pauses.

You stalk closer, dramatic as a stage actor. “You laugh like you just outbid someone for a haunted mirror on villain eBay.”

“How dare—”

“You sound like your bank account wears high heels. You laugh like you know what wine tastes like but your laugh doesn’t.”

“FUFFUFFU—”

“NO. You sound like your voice is bouncing off velvet wallpaper in a haunted mansion run by glitter.”

Luffy’s on the floor. Usopp is begging for mercy. Chopper has to resuscitate Franky who’s short-circuited from laughter.

Zoro grunts, “Heh. She’s got a point.”

Doflamingo twitches. “You’re mocking a king.”

“You’re dressed like a piñata with a gambling addiction.”

“ENOUGH!”

“Then change your laugh!” you yell. “You sound like a saxophone crying into a martini!”

Then. Out of nowhere.

Brook sidles up, violin ready.

“Ahem. May I?”

You gesture grandly. “Maestro, the stage is yours.”

Brook plays a sassy little jazz riff in perfect time with Doflamingo’s laugh rhythm.

He pauses, utterly derailed.

“Is this jazz?”

“It’s judgment,” Brook replies solemnly.

In the end, Doflamingo flees—not from strength. Not from haki.

But from public humiliation.

Luffy wipes his tears away. “Best fight ever.”

You bow with a flourish. “Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all Grand Line.”

Zoro sheaths his swords. “We should start charging for this.”

Sanji offers you a glass of wine. “To your next victim.”

You clink glasses. “Cheers.”

And as the wind carries off the faintest sound of “fuffuffuffu…” in the distance, you sigh.

“One day, the world will know peace.”

But until then?

There’s still Moria.

And Enel.

And worst of all…

Orochi.

You shudder.

“It’s gonna be a long season.”

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[instarsanddyke]

pony posting

[ribcagebonemeal]

pawl and joeh

[quibbs126]

So I finally got around to and finished drawing this, this is @redwryvernwrites’s character, Kilotronyx Fornax, from their fic Shattered Alloys (go read it, it's good stuff), but if she was in my Transformers X AU

I drew a bit of her before and I already mentioned this in an ask to Red, but some context if needed. So I've been reading this fic since around when the first couple chapters came out, I think maybe since the first, and Kilotronyx here is a pretty important character, especially later in the fic, and I think she's pretty neat. And some days ago, I was thinking about what if she was in my own AU, Transformers X, and then I got the idea to maybe actually draw her in the AU style

I asked if I could do this, and they said I could, but I sat on doing it for a few days due to unmotivation for drawing and then getting caught up in playing Battle Network again, among other reasons

But I finally got back to it yesterday, and now she is completed, and I can show you all

I'm just gonna start with a few design things before I get into how she could hypothetically work in this universe

First off, I both feel like I stuck too much to her original design, and that I didn't stick to it as much as I should have. I don't really know how to properly word what I mean by that, just that I have mixed feelings about my final results. But at the same time, I do like it. I don't know, it's complicated

Other than that, I feel like my proportions are still a bit wonky, even with some tweaks I tried to do after finishing the sketch, but eh, my proportions are usually off anyways. This is what happens when you draw only waist up as much as I do

The Requiem Blaster was supposed to be bigger on her originally, like it looked like it didn't belong, but it ended up not looking too different from the rest of her design. Or maybe it does, I don't know. I was struggling with how to design it at first, but I ended up settling on basing it off of Zero's buster he has in his original Mega Man X design

There were other Mega Man inspirations I used, particularly from Battle Network since I had gotten myself about 50 new references one day, but I can't remember who specifically at the moment (most of the designing was yesterday)

At the end I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep both of her insignias, but like, I wasn't sure which one to keep, since one was bigger and fit in more with my insignias (although I don't actually know what this symbol would hypothetically mean in my AU, I just kept it in because it's part of her design), but the other was more symmetrical on her design and fit nicely with that neck piece, and I just decided to keep both

I also briefly considered giving her an eyepatch since I want to give a character that, but then I just didn't get around to that, so I guess she doesn't have one then

Also I'm unsure if her normal hand looks good, it feels off to me

Anyways, enough of me rambling about my art and my complicated feelings on it, let's talk about Kilotronyx in the X AU, or at least what I've been able to figure out of it

Also just a note (that I probably should've mentioned up top but I'm bad at organizing), but this whole thing is just a "what-if" scenario of what if Kilotronyx was in the X AU. I'm not actually adding her into the story or claiming her as my own, it's just a little experiment

Anyways, on to backstory time

So Kilotronyx started out life a long time ago, during Megatronus' era, forced to live as a gladiator due to her strong frame. While I'm still not so sure on the details, imagine that the government is essentially doing Functionism, they're Functionalists. When she was around a teenager (mentally at least), she ended up meeting Megatronus, a fellow gladiator who saw the younger bot and decided to take her under his wing, the two forming a very strong mentor-student relationship. And later when Megatronus' revolutionary campaign against their oppressive government started to pick up and go full-swing, she was there as one of his most loyal supporters, even saving his life on a few occasions. She knew that his ideals had a very high chance of getting him and probably all their comrades killed, and there was always the possibility that they'll never escape their lives in the arena no matter what he does, but she truly believed in his ideals and his words and who he was, and it gave her that shred of hope that they'd one day be free, and for that she'd help him no matter if it led to her demise

Also a note, she definitely knew about Megatronus' secret relationship with Terminus. She was chill about it and supportive, but told Tronus he really needed to cut back on the love poems because sweet Primus she found them ungodly corny

However, when Megatronus suddenly disappeared and "died" (I'm changing his backstory now so that he was transferred into a different body, so his original could be used as solid "proof" that he was dead), it brought her and all his followers to a halt, as Megatronus was the one their cause all rallied behind. However, she was one of the main bots to then reignite and embolden the cause in honor of his death, turning him into a martyr more than the example he was intended to be, and Kilotronyx became one of the key members in finally overthrowing the corrupt government and finally bringing the freedom to Cybertron that Megatronus had dreamed of

Then about a century or two later, Liege Maximo threatened Cybertron with his own plans (that I haven't really figured out yet), and she again rose to stop this threat to her home

It was around this point that the Requiem Blaster was forged and given to her, as a way to fight Liege's forces. It had been a design originally intended for Megatronus back in the day, but with his death it never got very far. But now with this new threat, Kilotronyx had the blaster forged and fitted for herself, due to her having a similar frame to the original intended, and it was a very powerful tool during this conflict. It may not have been what ultimately brought down Liege Maximo or The Fallen, but it fended off his forces and saved many. It and her were key players in this war

Speaking of The Fallen, they encountered each other a few times and have fought, but Kilotronyx was entirely unaware of his true identity as her former mentor. He recognized her, but was physically unable to tell her who he was and by the time of the Liege Maximo conflict, his processor was already half melted. And to this day, I don't think she ever found out the truth of her mentor's demise

But after Liege Maximo's defeat, things were generally tame for Kilotronyx, nothing of that caliber really came again. She met someone, had their sparkling Scion, eventually adopted a lost sparkling named Soundwave, and watched them both grow up

As of currently, she lives out in essentially the countryside, either with or close to Scion. On one hand, it's because she likes the peace and quiet compared to the never-ending politics of the city, but on the other hand, it's because of the Requiem Blaster. It's still an incredibly powerful weapon, and there have been "requests" to take it into government custody for future incidents and to study it, likely to try and make more. She has denied any and all requests, as well as kept the only blueprints for the weapon in her own custody, as while she knows the current government is nowhere near as bad as the one she was born under, she's never had the greatest trust in politicians, particularly when those who lived under the Functionist regime started trickling out for new blood. And she knows handing a potential weapon of mass destruction to them will only cause death and destruction. If there comes a time when she needs to give the secrets of the weapon up, she will, but only when she deems it so, and she'd rather come out of retirement to fight if necessary than do so

There might also be issues with Scion, but given I'm not too sure on everything surrounding Scion's deal in the fic yet, I won't say much on him

But other than that, her life turned out to be general peace, living in the country and frequently tuning in to Soundwave's radio channel

At least, until the Destron Virus broke out, and Soundwave went missing, his channel silent. Until he came back a Decepticon

And that's about it for her backstory. I wanted to keep her tied to Megatronus, since they had a significant connection in the original fic, and this also means that she lived long before the current story, so her adventures don't affect it too much. Well sort of, she lived during a pivotal point in history, but still

Also a note, while I designed her closer to her fic counterpart, she's probably a lot older if we want to go with her current day self. While I'm not fully fleshed out on how Cybertronians age, since it's a lot faster than how they usually are in canon (I just want to cut back on the ridiculous time spans somewhat), I do know that she's older than Alpha Trion, who is also old in my AU. He was a child during Megatronus' time, while Kilotronyx was a teenager/young adult, so you know, she's pretty old

And by proxy, Scion is a lot older too, probably being middle-aged or so. And I made Soundwave the younger sibling here because while I don't know how old he is, I don't imagine him to be middle-aged or older, so younger brother he is

And I think that's about all I have here. I found this pretty fun, particularly the backstory bit because I love lore, even if my perfectionism leaves me a bit dissatisfied on the design front

But yeah, go check out Shattered Alloys, it's a good fic with much lore (you will frequently see me in the asks on the author's tumblr account), and also you know, engaging story and characters, thank you to @redwryvernwrites for letting me do this, and uh yeah

[geothefafa]

MILITARY STATE DICTATOR AU RPF IS FUCKING WILD

i feel like since it’s been about 10 years i have to be misremembering or exaggerating…but no that’s pretty much what it was. and i can’t even go back and find it cus the author blocked me over beef i wasn’t even aware of at the time. i THINK someone in the group chat i was in at the time must’ve told her that i offhandedly mentioned that That au wasn’t really my favorite. then i got anon messages telling me to kill myself. tumblr ecosystem is brutal and beauful ♥️ it genuinely snapped me out of my rpf phase though. now im adult with a mortgage.

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 20 - Baking

> Hey! >You wait for things to be done, like everyone else.

[smolcrow465]

ok here's the digimon (+ 1 pokemon) doodle dump from this past semester's class work <3

it's mostly impmon & wizardmons bc they're stupidly easy for me to draw lmao. last ones a bit of sd au worldbuilding <3

the digimon hyperfix hit me hard lmao 💀

repost bc tumblr ate the last one. if it eats this one too i will Cry /lh

[svtskneecaps]

yea once again i am really hoping it's not a full blown server, i sincerely do not think qstudios is ready for that kind of undertaking and ngl i'm not either. like as much as i go fucking wild for the multilingual communications, even if by some miracle they completely fixed the legal side of things there's some other stuff that's raising some red flags for me so uh.......

.......can i rant about time zones i just want to rant about time zones i've been sitting on this for like half a year and getting more and more like ??!?!?!!?!?!!!?!!?!!!?!!?!!?

like first of all there have been europeans since the fucking first day of the server and yet very rarely were events scheduled at euro-friendly times and when they WERE it felt like it was because the french fans beat the studio into doing it, which they obviously should not have to do and it would have been SO easy to just hold a couple events at euro friendly times instead yknow trade it off like shared custody because we have the update accounts and if it's on a weekend some americans can just wake up before noon and still catch it live. it would have been so easy i don't get why the euro fans had to fight so hard for this.

secondly why in the fuck would you invite people to a server that is entirely about collaboration without making sure there would be people online during their usual hours and YES this is about the koreans, why in god's name would that not be included as a consideration? the only reason yd interacted with as many people as she did was because she fucked up her sleep schedule like that shouldn't be a requirement. i can think of a couple "blue sky" (i.e. idealistic with no regard for real feasibility) solutions, like "invite a few people from an existing language that stream in that time frame" or "invite another language group in that rough time zone", but honestly i'm flabbergasted. did we not consider this or did we just decide we didn't care?? there's a fucking half day difference between the prioritized server timezone and korea. sorry, but it's a multicultural server; you can't prioritize america forever, even if the server owner is from there

third and less importantly but why in god's name was pepito going to be given a european admin. most of pepito's parents don't come online before midnight in europe. that's fucking insane. that was doomed to fail from the beginning. obviously this is small potatoes in terms of pepito but what the fuck was that. who fucking signed off on that.

[ask-noelgruber]

If mischa proposed to you what would you say/do?

Faint. Oh the thought of it ♥️

[remxedmoon]

your friends don’t know what to do.

so!! i redrew every single enemy in the game. in the span of like 9 days (excluding the king i made him right after the last update). that’s abbbout 79* drawings total, with only 3 custom ones for once!! i’m so normal. as always, these are free to use with credit!! go nuts!! spritesheets are included <3

got some notes under the cut, along with As Many Enemies As I Could Fit without making this post obnoxiously long. and i failed. i had to swap between the app and browser several times and i still couldn’t fit every drawing. open this post at your own risk (silly).

okay so first of all. what’s with the asterisk. well. I Drew A Lot More Than 79 Assets Actually. they’re getting posted separately, because this post is ABSURDLY long. you can find most of them in the miscellaneous folder, but for a bit of clarity, i added the teleport map and a bunch of ui elements that reference sprites from the icon sheet. and also the game over and loop back animations but i haven’t finished the spritesheets for those because they’re a pain in the ass so they’re not in the drive yet

if you missed my complaining a few days ago, a few enemies might look a bit crunchy in the actual game? specifically, calamité and désespoir were drawn at the wrong size, because their images in the files do not match the spritesheets! i avoided the issue with most of the other enemies, those two just blindsided me. sorry about that!

^sadnesses having inconsistent designs was actually a running theme with these. détresse rock has an unused design in the files (which i managed to catch before having to redo it thankfully), anxiété has extra spikes that don’t appear on the spritesheet (sorry i was too lazy to fix that one), even the version of the friend rescue in the files doesn’t match any of the frames in the spritesheet. hfjfhfj. sorry about the quality issues.

tangentially related to that, massive thank you to @riggedbones for grabbing the individual frames for the animations for me!! they made my life so much easier. vs friends would’ve been so annoying…

speaking of the animations! hi can you tell i’m not an animator. these were my first time doing Anything animation related since, like, middle school. super sorry for the Jank in some of these! the friend rescue looked way better when i drew it 💔💔.

bourdon’s hands also might act a bit odd, my apologies. the sizing ingame is SUPER inconsistent (why is one of the hands SMALLER than the other????). once i’m able to actually test the mod, i’ll try to fix it wauaua.

the 3 custom sprites are for the triplets! i ended up making two versions for each, one that follows the ingame art, and one with my personal designs for them. i like my own designs for them, but they’re a lot easier to tell apart? so if you want to use the ones that fit the gimmick better, they’re also in the drive 👍

this update. was originally going to have way more custom art. i’ve actually got an act 6 siffrin enemy asset in my art program! but school started and i decided it’d be better to just get the normal stuff done. so the mod can actually come out in a reasonable timeframe. promise that’ll all come out Later! sorry about the wait 😓😓😓

also adding this because i almost forgot: no i don’t know if these are compatible with sasasaap. i don’t have the game still and it’s not my main priority atm, apologies!

okay! that was a lot! and there’s a ton of art down here! thank you for reading all this, i’ll be back with the game over animations and teleport map pretty soon! like. within the weekend. enjoy!!!

[ddejavvu]

Could you do a criminal minds x reader where reader is viewed as super sweet and dresses brighter and stuff like Penelope but one day they have to come in like super late/by surprise so everyone is in their normal clothes and the bau sees that reader has a big ass, super cool tattoo? And they’re all surprised and stuff

You're looking less-than professional in your backless halter top when you take your seat at the round table, but no one bats an eye until you stand from the chair to leave. Hotch's call of 'Wheels up in 20' means that the room clears as everyone hunts for their gobags, and the second you turn your back to your coworkers a litany of reactions fill the space.

Of course, the most dramatic is from Garcia, but you hear enough to count all of your coworkers, except one. Hotch's brows are raised when you turn back to see them, though - apparently he's not above being startled.

"Woah, hot stuff," Prentiss calls, a grin spreading over her face, "You've got some nice ink back there!"

"I didn't know you had tattoos," JJ muses, staring at you with curious amusement like she's recalculating your image in her mind, "That's really intricate. I like it."

"Oh, it's-" You reach a hand up to stroke awkwardly over the inked skin, "I kind of forgot you'd never seen it before."

"Turn around again!" Garcia gushes, "I wanna look at it."

You spin on command, and Hotch and Rossi are kind enough not to gawp with the others, passing you on their way to the door.

"You've got guts, kid," Rossi grimaces, "I've been in a lot of pain before, but I don't know if I'd willingly sit there for all of that."

"I wouldn't," Hotch shakes his head with a good-natured smile, "Haley and I got small, matching ones in college, and I had a hard time with that one."

"Is that based off of Norse mythology?" Spencer pokes his head around your shoulder to stare bright-eyed at you, "Some of the symbols remind me of-"

"It's just a sick-ass tattoo, Reid." Morgan shoves at his shoulder. peering avidly at the art, "Don't ruin this for everyone."

Reid takes the shove like a champion, smiling kindly, albeit awkwardly at you as he moves for the door himself, "I like it."

"Thanks, Reid," You call, flinching slightly as a hand traces one of the symbols on your back.

"Ooh! Sorry, pumpkin," Garcia calls, the hand drawn away in a flash, "I got too grabby. I just think it's really cool," she takes your hand, leading you towards the door while the others follow to continue staring at your tattoo, "I'd show you my own body art, but it's not really in a spot that I can display in the workplace."

"Well this I've gotta see," Morgan teases, "Let's all huddle in the bathroom on the jet, babygirl, and see what you're hiding."

"It is not for your eyes, Derek Morgan," She huffs, though she's grinning at his attempt. The look in her eyes suggests that the tattoo is not for his eyes because it's something to do with him, and you're eager to giggle over whatever part of her body she's tatted 'babygirl' over later.

For now, though, you rifle through your gobag and shrug on a cardigan, effectively covering your back and its ink.

"It is a crying shame to cover up that artwork," Prentiss laments, "I bet it looks awesome peeking over tank tops."

"You'll see it again at the hotel," You laugh, "I have plans to use the jacuzzi before we leave."

"A jacuzzi sounds fantastic," JJ sighs, "But let's all of us agree that Morgan isn't invited - I wanna see Garcia's tattoo."

[valleydolli]

Only You | Chapter Two

Cw 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist…

𝜗𝜚 Chapter One… | Chapter Three…

𝜗𝜚 WC: 3k

Luckily for Sukuna, his extremely compliant twin agreed to let him pick up his son from school, but the weekend couldn’t have been any slower for Sukuna.

Anything he did to occupy himself and keep you from creeping your way into his mind was a dud. He’s starting to think you’ve put some sort of spell on him. A minute couldn’t pass without you running through his twisted mind.

Any second he had to himself, he would spend it scrolling through your Instagram, saving some, if not all, pictures you’ve posted into a folder he has already made specially for you. Lucky for him, you post a lot, a bit too much. He doesn’t like that, you can't do that when you’re finally his. You just seem too… open.

Too trusting.

Too naïve.

See, you’ve tagged your apartment complex as a location, and you’re wearing a shirt with your work logo in another one of your posts. Your profiles are public for God's sake.

You’re incredibly naive.

You don’t know half of the disgusting, evil men out there. But it’s fine, he’s here now. Sukuna will always be there to keep you safe. He’s your protector. He’s your saviour. He was put on this earth for the sole purpose of protecting you, his angel.

You are his angel.

“What’re you doing to me?” Sukuna whispers to himself. He’s never felt this way before. He's never had someone occupy his mind to this extent. He’s never wanted to be with a woman like this. He doesn’t do relationships, as cliche as it sounds, but he would have rather been alone for the rest of his life. He's never wanted to have a girlfriend by his side, to hold, to kiss, to love, to protect. But with you, it’s different, you’ve changed him for the better. He needs you, and you need him.

You need each other.

*Ping*

‘I’ve found some stuff on the girl…’ Toji messages

Sukuna sighs heavily. Toji really tests his damn patience.

‘Like what, Toji? Don’t beat around the bush.’

‘My bad…’

‘She’s studying Art at university, in her 2nd year, and umm, she’s also a teacher at Megumi's preschool. Yano with your nephew… probably should have mentioned that, huh?’

What. The fuck. Jin AND Toji knew who you were before him?!

‘Toji, don’t piss me off. I told you her name, you don’t know her fucking name?’

‘I’m sorry, I dont know her fucking name. They just call her Miss Fluttershy or somethin, from that kids' show? My little horse? I think she mentioned her name before, I just forgot…’

‘You’re so fucking useless sometimes.’ Sukuna runs his large hand down his face.

My God. Yuji talks about you every fucking day. You gave him those stupid colouring books.

“Miss Fluttershy.”

The kids’ just as obsessed with you as he is.

‘Do you know what days she’s working?’

‘Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays’

‘Perfect.’

~~~

As Monday finally rolls by, Sukuna couldn’t be more thrilled to see you again. There hasn’t been a second since he met you that he hasn’t thought about you. What will you wear? A dress? It’s quite warm today. What perfume will you use? Do you have a favourite? How will you style your hair? In a bun? No, a ponytail!

His body is practically buzzing with excitement just to see your face again.

To smell you.

To hear your voice…

The way you say his name... It’s been echoing through his mind.

So soft and delicate.

What would you sound like yelling his name? What would you sound like moaning his name, while he slid his thick inches into your tight walls.

“Fuck…” he sighs, as he rubs against his growing member—

No.

Stop.

It’s almost 14:00, he’s got 30 minutes until he needs to pick up Yuji, (and meet the love of his life again,) and he looks a fucking mess. Hair disheveled, five o’clock shadow. He looks nasty. It’s not good enough for him. It’s not good enough for you.

Sukuna finally pulls himself out of bed, throwing on a wife-beater, a grey tracksuit and shaving his five o’clock shadow.

Great. Presentable.

15 minutes.

15 minutes until he sees you again.

~~~

“Come on, Yuji, honey, your daddy’s here.”

“No, it’s not my Papa, it’s Uncle,” the pink-haired boy says as he grasps onto your hand.

Oh, the mysterious brother Jin always speaks about, and the Uncle little Yuji admires.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet him! I’m sure he’s just as lovely as you.”

“No, he’s a big meanie,” The young boy deadpans.

Oh…

As you turn the corner with little Yuji trailing by your side, you’re faced with someone you didn’t expect to see at your place of work.

Sukuna.

How does he know where you work— wait. Is he here for Yuji? He’s Jin’s brother? The brother Jin and Yuji mentioned countless times?

There you are, and you look so beautiful. He was right, you’re wearing a dress. A floral dress. How adorable. He just wants to dress you up like the doll you are— wait.

You’re flustered. Why are you flustered? Aren’t you happy to see him? Did he do something wrong?

“Sukuna? You’re Yuji's uncle?” You inquired, “Wow… Come to think of it, you guys look so much alike. I should have noticed the moment I looked at you, huh?”

You begin to chuckle to yourself

“Actually, I think Jin and Yuji are happier looking than you.”

“He’s always angry, Miss Flutter,” Yuji chimes in.

He’s holding your hand why is he still holding your fucki—

No, he’s not about to be jealous of his 4-year-old nephew, no way.

Control yourself.

“Mhm, that little brat is my nephew.”

“I’m not a brat!” Yuji calls out

“You’re right, sweetheart, you’re the cutest one here, but don’t tell anyone I said that, okay? It’s our little secret.”

He vigorously nods his head, “Mhm, I promise!”

You’re good with kids, you’re so good with kids. You don’t understand how attractive that makes you. Oh, how desperately he wants to make you a mother. A mother to his kids, his twin—

“Suku, can Miss Flutter get ice cream with us?” He hears his nephew say.

Oh my God.

Yuji, you fucking genius.

“He’s right, you should come, it’s by my place, ‘Kaspas.’ I can take you home afterwards?”

Say yes.

“I do love that place, but I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Angel, there wouldn’t even be a point in Sukuna's miserable life where you could intrude. Ever. If he could keep you by his side forever. He would.

“You could never intrude. Come on, my treat before our date.” He smirks as he desperately tries to convinces you to get ice cream with him… and Yuji.

Just fucking say yes. Do you not want to be around him?

“Hmm… okay fine, I’ll come along. Let me get my stuff quickly.”

Thank fuck.

Sukuna lets out a relieved sigh. You’re difficult. Is that normal for you? If it is, he's got to correct it. He can't have a disobedient girl by his side.

No way.

Again, Yuji pulls him out of his thoughts, “Suku, do you like Miss Flutter?” The young boy asks as he looks up at his uncle.

Sukuna chuckles and leans down to the boy’s ear and whispers,

“Don’t be a nosy brat.”

~~~

As you make your way to the car park, with Yuji still grasping onto your hand, you come into sight with Sukuna's car, an extremely expensive car. What the hell does he do for a living?

“Detective,” He answers back.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking out loud. I’m a detective,” he admits.

“Woah, it pays well clearly,” you say as he opens the car door for you.

“Aren’t you a gentleman?”

“Just for you, angel,” he winks.

You’ve been watching him drive for the past five minutes. You can’t help but stare. He’s so beautiful. He and Jin hardly look alike as twins. Don’t get it twisted, Jin is just as attractive as his brother, but there’s something so ethereal about Sukuna's features. Almost as if he’s not a real person. Does he have any flaws? He was perfectly sculpted by the gods themselves. His arms are… massive, he clearly spends a lot of his time in the gym. His nose… is so… rideable. My goodness, how did you get this guy to approach you?

“You’re staring, angel, you like what you see?” Sukuna questions, as he cocks his brow.

“Yes, I actually do.” You shyly replied

“Well, we don’t live far from each other, you’re more than welcome to see me more.”

“I know I’m just— I’m really busy, as much as I’d like to see you, I need to focus on school and work…”

Sukuna wants to be mad, but you’re such a good fucking girl. You should focus on your studies, yes, but what about him? His focus is on you right now, so why isn’t yours on him?

Bullshit

“But, maybe we could have dinner tonight?” You innocently ask.

“I’m making lasagna, do you like it?”

“I love it, Miss Flutter!” Yuji chimes from the backseat

Honestly, Sukuna forgot Yuji was here.

Sukuna sternly looks at the boy through his rearview mirror. “No, you’re going home after this, brat.” He asserts.

“Hmph,” you hear from the sulking child, as he crosses his arms and pouts his lips.

“I’ll love whatever you’re making,” He grins.

“You might be my biggest fan behind Yuji, Sukuna. You’re not gonna start stalking me, are you?”

Sukuna grin falters

“‘Course not, I’m a normal guy. I promise.”

Liar.

~~~

The three of you arrive at the dessert parlour, 20 minutes later. It’s understandably packed since it’s a warm day. You find a table in the corner of the shop, giving Yuji the seat by the window, and Sukuna sitting opposite you.

“Hi, what can I get you guys today?”

“Cookies and cream!” Yuji yells at the server

“And for you, pretty?”

Sukuna's eyes darken and snap towards the boy. The fuck did he say?

You giggle.

You fucking giggled.

You think that pathetic attempt at flirting is cute?

“Vanilla ice cream, please, and some cookie dough.”

“And for you?” the guy mutters at Sukuna.

Sukuna side-eyes the server and mumbles a quick “nothing.”

The audacity this kid has to speak to you like that and you like it?!

“Sukuna, are you okay? You don’t want anything?”

“I'm not big on sweet things,” he comments bluntly.

“Oh-kayy, it’ll be about five minutes.” He finally walks away.

That little shit. Who the fuck does he think he is. And why the fuck are you feeding into his bullshit?

“What a creep,” he hears you say.

“I swear, everytime i come here he does that shit, it’s boring.”

“Does he bother you?”

“Every damn time. I just pretend I’m into it now, he was way creepier before,” you pout as you look out the window.

Sukunas lips twitch into a smirk.

Angel, you're never seeing that piece of shit again after today. Don't worry your pretty little head.

He’ll protect you.

“Why don’t we take it to go? And I’ll take you and the kid home before dinner,” Sukuna proposes.

“Yeah, I’d like tha—“ you begin to say but that dumbass server cuts you off.

“Here are your orders. And this is for you,” he winks at you before walking away.

It’s his number.

“Well, I guess he’s feeling confident today, huh?” You awkwardly say.

“Come on, Yuji, let’s go,” you say as you grab his smaller hand in yours to leave. You make sure not to pick up the tissue with the server's number on it and make your way to Sukuna's car. But don’t worry, Sukuna definitely made sure to pick up the tissue and stuff it in the pocket of his joggers.

“How about you take Yuji back without me, and I get started on dinner? I'll text you my address,” you say, but you don’t give Sukuna the chance to answer back, you’re already walking away.

“Bye, Yuji!” You wave.

Sukuna hates to see you go but fuck, he loves to watch you leave. How long until he gets a hold of you, really? How long until he can see you every second of every day? Really, how long? What if he kept watch of you—no, that's too much… is it though? He’d be able to keep an eye on you from afar, for now at least. It's not too much if it's keeping you safe.

“C'mon, kid, let’s go.”

~~~

You've never cooked for a guy before. I mean, you've cooked for Satoru before, but he's not a guy, he's… Satoru. Satoru, who lives down the hall, Satoru. You know? You wonder if he and Sukuna will get along if you both continue seeing each other.

You've texted Sukuna your address, so he should arrive soon. Luckily, you're prepared to have guests today, your apartment is spotless, well besides your bedroom but he won’t see that. Fuck you’re nervous, over some guy? But he's not just some guy. You've known his brother, his twin brother, for over a year now. This is insane.

Finally, you hear a knock at your door. He’s here. Gosh, are your palms sweating right now?

Calm down, you’ve got this. The food looks good, and you look good. Everything's going to be just fine. Now just open the door.

Once you swing your door, you’re faced with the biggest assortment of flowers. Peonies, roses.

You're in awe.

“Sukuna… these flowers… they’re my favourtie.”

You tweeted that they were your favourite flowers in 2018… Yes, he scrolled that deep into your socials.

“Gosh, they're so beautiful, thank you. I don't know where to put them. Come in quick before the food gets cold.” You say as you hurry excitedly to your kitchen.

Your apartment's cute.

Cosy, for a girl like you.

Sukuna bets you’d feel cosier in his apartment. You’d have so much more space for your books, your pretty shoes, your dresses. You’d feel at home. Home is wherever he is. You need to live with him. You need his protection. But for now he can just watch you. How? He has 4 mini cameras stuffed in his pockets he's planning on hiding around your apartment. There’s already one outside your door so he can see who comes in and out of your place.

He just needs to figure out where he wants to put the rest of them.

“Here, sit. Do you want something to drink? I have wine, some tropical juice and water of course.”

“I’ll just have water, I've actually got to go into work later.”

“Work.” He’s actually going to beat the shit out of the server that’s been harassing.

That’s still work, right?

“So,” you begin as you take a seat opposite Sukuna.

“I still can’t believe you’re Jin’s twin. You just seem the complete opposite especially in looks. You’re fraternal, right?”

“Yeah, I’m 6 minutes older.” He tells you

You sigh longingly, “I’ve always wanted twins… girls of course.”

You were made for each other.

“Wow, so do I, what a coincidence,” he admits.

“We might as well get started then, huh?” You suggest as you sip your wine.

He chokes on his drink.

What’d you say?

But before Sukuna can reply back there’s a knock on your door.

“Hey, you in there?”

A guy? What man is looking for you at this hour.

You roll your eyes before pushing back your chair and making your way to open the door for said man.

“Yes, ‘Toru? I’m kind of busy right now.”

‘Toru?

“I’m sorry but I could really need some help… please?” This “‘Toru” says with a charming smile.

Annoying.

“‘Kuna, you don’t mind if I help my neighbour quickly?”

“Kuna…”

“No, not at all.” Now if he didn’t need to hide the 4 cameras in his pocket around your house, he would mind. But this “‘Toru” guy is honestly helping him out.

“Ten minutes,” you tell him as you shut your door.

Sukuna instantly rises from his seat and makes a Beeline for your bedroom.

It’s messy.

You didn’t make your bed. Do you leave your bed unmade everyday? There’s a bottle of water on your side table. You didn’t finish it.

Weren’t you thirsty last night?

Sukuna runs his large hands across your bed sheets. Running his fingers along each crease you’ve made.

What side do you sleep on? Away from the door, right?

Makes you feel safe.

“Who else has slept in here? That ‘Toru?” He spits as he kneels down to your bed level

He can smell you. So sweet. What perfume is that? He puts his face right into your sheets and breathes your scent in deeply.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your sheets.

He was practically drooling.

“God, I think I love you, Angel.”

He’s started to rub on his crotch, your smell is getting to him.

Rock hard.

He’s a creep but he doesn’t care. You’re like a drug.

An addiction.

His addiction.

He begins to pull out his leaky length from his boxers, rubbing his thumb across his swollen red tip.

So much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the side of your duvet.

He strokes himself back and forth steadily, still breathing into your unmade bed.

It’s your hand stroking him; pretend it’s you. You’re whispering his name softly…

Sensually

His pace quickens.

You might be back soon. He needs to hurry. You can’t see him in such a… pathetic state. You can’t see him in this state at all. Not yet at least.

The schlick sound of his length could be heard from the other room, he’s desperate at this point. Whining for you, pleading for you.

“L-love you. Ugh, I love you, Angel.” He cries out as if he's confessing to you.

“Need you. So b-bad.”

His core tightens, hands clutching onto your sheets.

Wishing the load he’s about to release was spilling into your womb instead.

Soon

His throat lets out a guttural moan, he’s cumming, but not into you.

Into his hand.

His fucking hand.

Pathetic.

After Sukuna recuperates himself, he places each camera in a spot he knows you won’t see, but he’ll definitely see you.

He also takes a few presents for himself from your washing basket.

He’ll definitely make good use out of them.

It’s been 10 minutes and you’re not back yet. What’re you doing with your neighbour?

Just as Sukuna is wondering where you are, you open your front door dishing out apologies for your absence.

He’s not mad… Only because he has a date to attend.

A date with the Parlour Boy.

𝜗𝜚 Authors Note: ehhhh. ehhhhhhh he was creeping me out at the end icl but uh what do you think? i’ve never write this much before. i know for a fact im gonna come back and rewrite things in the future but here you go! goodnight ♡

𝜗𝜚 Chapter One… | Chapter Three…

[sayangrafayel]

They got caught staring at you! (pre-relationship) (non canon AU)

Uh oh! You caught them staring at you. What are they gonna do about it? You guys are strangers except for Caleb because.. childhood friends and all.

(I wrote Zayne as a stranger too because they got separated for a while and.. IT JUST WORKS BETTER THAT WAY OKAY.)

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

At the club.

Does Not break eye contact even after you caught him.

You want to ask him why he's staring at you but your friends are scared (for you). But you went anyway.

"Excuse me, are you staring at me?" "I am, yes." "Okay.. can I help you with anything?" "Your phone number would be nice." "You know staring like that at a stranger could be seen as creepy, right?"

Xavier

In a library.

Breaks eye contact, but immediately recovers and smiled at you. He waves too.

"Sorry, do we know each other? Why are you staring at me?" "Oh, we don't. Sorry. I think you're very beautiful." "Oh! Thank you.. you look very pretty too." "I'm.. pretty?" "Mhm!"

You end up being the one asking for his phone number because.. well.. he forgot.

Rafayel

At one of his art exhibitions.

He's quite subtle about it plus you were too busy staring at his art to notice. He ends up being the one approaching YOU.

"Like what you see?" "Sorry?" "The art. You like it?" "Oh! I do. It's very... captivating." "Not as captivating as you." "Sorry?" "I said thanks! It's one of my favorites too!"

He ends up gifting you the art piece with his phone number on the back of the piece.

Zayne

At a cafe.

You notice him staring at you, or rather, you notice how hard he's trying to look casual.

"Sorry, are you staring at me, Sir?" "No." "Oh" "Yes. Yes I am." "Oh oka-" "I'm sorry. I will leave now. I apologize." "SIR WAIT-"

It gets more awkward because when you go for a check up the next day, he's your new doctor.

Caleb

You guys are studying together.

"Stop that." "Stop what?" "Stop staring at me like that! I can't concentrate." "Didn't you always stare at me when we were kids? Why can't I do the same?"

He's not shy about it. Nu-uh, he will openly stare at you. Hand under his chin and all that. Remember his quality time preview? Just like that.

You end up having to turn your back to him. Otherwise no work will get done.

[dearlenore]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU • S.REID

SUMMARY: when Spencer finds himself back in his hometown on a case, he never expected to run into you, his Highschool sweetheart.

PAIRING: fem!reader x spencer

tags: reader is a trouble maker , reader is a lil manic pixie dream girl core…(sorry) fluff for the most part! Usage of y/n once or twice??

a/n: pretend he’s a normal age in Highschool…

w/c: 1.0K

YOU ALWAYS KNEW you’d run into Spencer Reid again.

Not because you were pining—please, you had moved on. But because fate had a funny way of making things come full circle. And considering the way Spencer used to insist on rational probabilities while you believed in cosmic inevitability, this moment felt like a win.

The moment being Spencer walking into the café where you were currently stirring far too much sugar into your overpriced latte.

You spot him before he sees you. He’s taller, sharper, and still somehow manages to look both put-together and like he forgot what sleep is. The FBI badge clipped to his belt is an interesting touch, but the most fascinating part?

He doesn’t notice you.

Yet.

You wait until he’s focused on whatever case file he’s holding—because of course he’s reading while waiting in line—before making your move. Sliding out of your chair, you weave through the café with the ease of someone who has perfected the art of casual entrances.

Then, right as he’s reaching for his wallet, you lean in close.

“Didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to show up in my city without saying hello?”

Spencer tenses. Then, slowly—like he’s calculating the statistical likelihood of you being real—he turns his head.

The moment his eyes land on you, you see it. That flicker of recognition. The slight widening of his gaze. The way his lips part, just barely, before he catches himself.

“Y/N?”

You grin. “Doctor Reid,” you tease, stepping back with a dramatic once-over. “Wow. You got all serious-looking. When did that happen?”

His mouth opens, then closes. “I—what are you doing here?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh, living? Some of us didn’t run off to Quantico and forget about our hometown.”

“I didn’t—” He sighs, rubbing his temple. “I didn’t forget.”

“Mmhmm.” You sip your latte, unimpressed. “So, what, you’re just in town for a case? Here to be all important and FBI-y?”

Spencer glances around, then leans in. “You know I can’t talk about that.”

“Ooooh, classified,” you whisper dramatically. “That’s fun.”

Spencer exhales sharply, but you see the small, reluctant smile threatening to form.

Some things really never change.

“So,” you say, tilting your head. “Are you gonna pretend you’re too busy saving the world, or can I steal a little of your time?”

He hesitates, and for a second, you think he might actually say no. But then he looks at you—the way he always used to, like you were a puzzle he never quite solved—and sighs.

“Fine. But only for a little bit.”

You grin, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward your table.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Spencer hesitates for a moment before following you to your table. You see it in the way he shifts his weight, in the way his fingers drum against his coffee cup—he’s debating whether this is a bad idea.

It probably is.

But that’s never stopped you before.

You slide into your seat, crossing one leg over the other as he settles across from you, still eyeing you like he’s waiting for you to disappear. You tilt your head, smiling.

“You know, you can blink. I promise I’m real.”

Spencer exhales, setting his coffee down with a careful precision that screams I am trying not to react to you. “It’s just… unexpected.”

You hum, stirring your drink again even though there’s nothing left to mix. “Unexpected how? Like seeing an old friend and thinking, ‘Wow, I should’ve kept in touch with them’ kind of unexpected? Or more of a ‘This person is a walking distraction and I should flee immediately’ kind of unexpected?”

His lips press together. You grin.

“Should I be concerned that you categorized those so quickly?” he asks.

“I like to be prepared,” you say breezily. “So? Which one is it?”

Spencer exhales, finally meeting your gaze properly. “I did think about keeping in touch.”

Something flickers in your chest. A warmth, a whisper of oh.

But you keep your expression light. “You? Doctor Spencer Reid? The guy who’s too busy solving the world’s problems? Please.”

“I’m serious,” he says, voice softer now. “I just… didn’t know how.”

That makes you pause.

Because for all your teasing, for all the bravado you so easily slip into, there was a time when Spencer was a constant in your life. Back in high school, when he was the awkward genius with too many books and you were the sharp-tongued force of nature who refused to let him disappear into the background.

You still remember the late-night conversations, the times you dragged him out of his comfort zone just to prove he could survive outside of academia. And, of course, you remember the way it ended—quickly, cleanly, like ripping off a bandage.

Spencer got his big FBI opportunity.

And you? Well, you weren’t about to stand in his way.

You twirl your spoon between your fingers, choosing your words carefully. “You could’ve just called, you know. Or written one of those overly detailed letters you used to leave in my locker.”

“I—” He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You still remember those?”

“Please. They were like little research papers on us.” You smirk. “If I recall correctly, one of them included an entire probability breakdown on why we were ‘statistically likely’ to last through college.”

Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It was sweet,” you admit, before adding, “and incredibly nerdy.”

Spencer lifts his head, giving you a look. “Well, you liked nerdy.”

You shrug, sipping your drink. “I liked you.”

The words come out easily—too easily—but you don’t regret them. Because it’s true. You did like him. A lot. Maybe even more than you ever let yourself admit.

Spencer clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “And now?”

The question lingers between you, heavy with meaning.

You could be coy. You could tease him, brush it off like you always do. But something about the way he’s watching you makes you pause.

So instead, you smile. Soft. Honest.

“I think I still do.”

Spencer doesn’t move for a moment. Then, ever so slightly, his fingers tighten around his cup.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, almost like he’s testing the word out. “Me too.”

The café hums around you, the sound of coffee beans grinding, of quiet conversations, of the world continuing like nothing has changed.

But for you?

Something just did.