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hiii! im not sure if you write for gus (brba/bcs) but if you do, could i request a few headcanons (sfw or nsfw) of him with a gender neutral partner if possible :0 maybe qualities he finds attractive/would like in a partner, physically or personality wise or whatever you have in mind:] tysm ! i hope youre having a good one ♡

Tysm for the request!! <3 I made it into some relationship headcanons but tried mentioning what he likes in a partner etc… It may have turned out a bit dark lol, sorry ‘bout that 😭 Anywaysss hope ya like it! Have a good day anon!! 🫶

Gus Fring relationship headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Gus x gn!reader - (N)SFW headcanons

Pairing: Gus Fring x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, smut, (kinda angst too??), headcanons Warning(s): Slightly possessive Gus, cuss words. Sexual content (marked further down as “NSFW”, MDNI! Dom/sub dynamic, degradation. Words: 1.4k Summary: Being in a relationship with Gus Fring would include… English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

SFW

First time Gus saw you was at Los Pollos Hermanos.

You were there with some friends and you immediately caught his eye.

Maybe it was your smile, your eyes or the way you talked to your friends that made his heart skip a beat

That, or the fact you and him made eye contact at least 4 times.

But because of his dangerous life and past relationship traumas, he let you slip through his fingers, to not drag you into his chaos.

Or so he thought at least.

Truth is, you felt a spark, too. There was something dangerous about him, but also something charming.

Curious as you were, you went to LPH more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man - eventually learning he’s the manager.

Gus of course noticed you being there more often. Ignoring you got harder.

One day you decided to shoot your shot - the same day he decided to strike a conversation with you.

You learned his name is Gustavo Fring.

There was something about his smile and way of talking that charmed you.

But he also seemed very reserved and troubled. He seemed afraid to answer your flirting and got really flustered from it.

Just as you were about to give up your flirting attempts, he surprised you by asking you out on a date.

Of course, you said yes.

Gus enjoys good food and luxury, so it was no surprise he took you to a 5-star restaurant for the first date - his treat.

Not having been on a “real date” in over a decade, Gus was a nervous wreck lmao

Luckily he is good at handling stress. You barely noticed the emotions he kept under the surface.

The date went really well. Gus is a good listener and listened to you in a way that was rare.

Even when you got a bit too nerdy about your interests, he listened with a smile.

But it did make you a bit concerned when he dodged questions about his own personal life.

He realized himself how weird that must've come across, getting anxious that you wouldn’t contact him again.

Luckily, you did.

Gus kept taking you on dates.

The more he got to know you, the harder he fell in love.

Actually - he figured he was in love already after the first kiss.

Once getting clarity in what he felt, he knew what he had to do - Telling you the truth about who he is.

The fear of losing you was big.

…But the fear of you staying, becoming part of his dangers - was bigger.

He explained to you how he had fallen in love with you, before dropping the bomb.

You were shocked, of course.

After some days of thinking about what he’d told you, you made a decision.

Upon telling him; Gus felt a wave of emotions: Confusion, happiness, relief but also anxiety. But he put all that aside.

Gus officially became your boyfriend and you couldn’t be more happy - neither could he.

All dangers aside - Gus does everything to be “boyfriend material” lol

His love language is touch, and words of affirmation.

He doesn’t let a day go by without telling you how much he loves you.

He always wants you close - just holding your hand makes him feel good.

He also likes spoiling you - expensive gifts, homemade dinners, road trips with him etc…

He basically spends all his spare-time with you.

You spend a lot of time in his house, with or without him.

He has money, enough to provide you safety.

Because of his enemies, and dangerous life, Gus gets very overprotective and a bit possessive.

Ngl he’d probably hire a bodyguard for you whenever you are away in another town with friends/family 😭 Or ask Mike to keep an eye on you lol

He’d be too paranoid to openly be in a relationship with you - but tell a few people he really trusted. If he could, he’d tell the whole world tho. He loves you and it frustrates him to not be able to tell people.

Gus is very good at reading people, so he often can see if something is wrong.

He’s a good listener and tries to always see things from your POV

He rarely gets mad at you either.

Most of the time he’s calm and understanding.

He tries to always be there for you, if not with advice, at least with support and to offer you comfort.

He also gives really good hugs 😌✨

Same goes for your interests/hobbies. He learns for example how to crochet, paint or whatever so you can make it a date.

He’ll let you talk about things you like for hours

Gus is not the type of person that likes indoor activities. Of course he appreciates movie nights, but I feel like he enjoys spending time outdoors.

Going hiking, walks in the forest, sightseeing etc etc

Weather doesn’t really matter to him. He’s def one of those that tells you to “Dress depending on the weather 🤪🤪”

He enjoys cooking food for you, but also with you.

He’ll teach you some old family recipes

When eating, he lits candles and makes it cozy so it feels like a restaurant.

Gus appreciates movie nights too. Snacks, wine and cuddles whilst watching something.

Gus is cheesy in the way of envisioning his future with you.

He knows that one day, he wants to marry you.

As for starting a family, he’d like that - if you want to have kids too, ofc.

Otherwise he’ll just be happy to marry you and always have you by his side.

To summarize: Gus is very overprotective when it comes to you, but his criminal lifestyle aside - he loves you deeply and a relationship with him would be passionate.

NSFW

I feel like he’s definitely a dom

But more of a soft dom.

He’s on top, always. Convincing him otherwise is not easy.

He can get pretty rough, but would never hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

His sex drive isn’t that high, but he makes an exception for you.

Besides, you just happen to turn him on a lot 🤭

He prefers to do it at home and in bed

However… If you happen to tease him when in public, he’ll find a private spot and just take you there. “You couldn’t wait until we got home? Pathetic” …As he thrusts into you and muffles your moans with his palm

He prefers to take you at a fast pace, one that’ll leave you breathless.

He has a lot of pent up frustrations and releases all tension in the bedroom.

He’ll have you laying under him, pinning your wrist over your head as he makes you into a moaning mess.

He has a lot of stamina and can go at it for hours.

If he’s feeling rude, he’ll have you beg for him and/or plead for him to slow down to give you a break.

Only for him to laugh and tease you for it “My poor baby… Look at me.” “I’m not done with you just yet.” “Be good for me, my love.”

When it comes to you, he likes both praising and degrading you - doing so equally.

He’ll have sweet nicknames for you as well as insulting ones.

After sex, you’ll be covered in hickeys, which he’ll praise you for.

He prefers giving oral, merely because he’s in full control of your pleasure.

When going down on you, he’s a tease.

He’ll have you begging for him to use his mouth on you.

And he knows how to do it, too.

Gus likes using his hands too, to stimulate your area or other body parts.

He’ll grab your hips, thighs etc roughly, hard enough to leave marks.

When receiving, he likes being in control too.

He’ll hold your head still and move his hips to his own liking.

Gus prioritizes aftercare. He wouldn’t go to sleep without being reassured you’re ok after a rough session.

He’ll clean you and the bed up, run a bath for you, cuddle, give massage etc

Although he can be meanie during sex, he gives affection, praise and love afterwards, putting the dominant act away.

He falls asleep after you.

Since he’s rough in bed, you often end up falling asleep faster than usual - especially when he hugs you lovingly too.

He likes seeing your sleeping figure and falling asleep knowing that you’re all his…

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an-aphorism · 15 days

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20 Qs for fic writers

Tagged by @ursae-minoris-world :D

1. How many works do you have on A03? 66 on my regular 31 on my dark account = 97 total

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,238,070.... oh my god

3. What fandoms do you write for? VLD, but I write the occasional fic for other fandoms when I want to read something and can't find it.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Wildhearted, Balancing Act, What hath night to do with sleep?, Influx, Like Animals We Play Pretend

5. Do you respond to comments? On occasion! I wish I could respond to all of them, but between my day job and writing, I already have the beginnings of a repetitive strain injury, so I do my best to minimize what my hands do unfortunately

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The monsters we create, basically just an angst fest

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics are HEA. Hmmm maybe With your one wild and precious life, that one really centers around healing and finding happiness

8. Do you get hate on fics? No, actually. Even my dark stuff I think people are too intimidated by to comment lmao. I think I've gotten like 2 neg comments ever? And they just get autodeleted anyway.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *stares at 500k word count on dark Ao3 account*

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope. Not against it, just haven't been inspired to

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Hmmm not that I'm aware of?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Many things with my favorite writing partner extra_nsfw

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? YALL KNOW ITS SHEITH

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The Likeness. Could be such a fun idea but the inspiration ran away and hasn't been back. :(

16. What are your writing strengths? Atmosphere, feelings, and sex stuff. I come from a literary and poetry background so lyrical quality and vibes are like.. so my bread and butter and they're the things that are most often complimented too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue and continuity. I wrote spikemoss actually as a practice for dialogue because I have a habit of avoiding dialogue. I've gotten better over time, but it still sometimes just doesn't compare with some banger lines I've read by other authors. Continuity I'm bad at just because my brain can't hold all the details, but this is mostly fixed in draft edits :)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I will run the lines by a fluent speaker. But if I'm writing in English, I use other languages in text sparingly because you will lose some readers who won't know what's going on. It's a balance between representing cultures and the way people really do speak, and not slowing down the immersive experience by a reader having to translate paragraphs of text.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ever? Danny Phantom back way in the years that show was airing

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Spikemoss. It's my most impressive work to date and I'm really proud of it! I did some really great things in there and live-wrote it, so it was SO challenging to make sure I didn't drop any balls and get to where I wanted to go. It holds a special place in my heart!

Tagging anybody who wants to do this meme!

#writing meme #fic writer #about me

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underratedandoverit · 7 months

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (2/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 3

On AO3

I really didn't mean to write this for a month but hey mental illness be damned lmao. This is more of a setup for the final act than anything else, I hope it's not super repetitive, I tried to minimize things during editing.

Also this chapter is 7,1k words long I am SO sorry.

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Kip walked into the living room, not being even slightly surprised to see Penelope already standing there. He hadn’t woken up when she had arrived and Penelope didn’t announce her arrival very loudly, which was just fine with him. She had acted more or less as his caretaker since he was discharged from the hospital, both of them knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to take care of himself entirely on his own. Which became very obvious very fast after the first night when Kip had called her in pain after the painkillers had worn off.

“Good morning.”

Penelope perked up a little, eyes shooting over her shoulder towards him, clearly a little surprised as she hadn’t heard him walk into the room. She offered him a smile though. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Better,” Kip shrugged, walking past her towards the kitchen. “It still fucking hurts though.”

“Of course it does,” Penelope stated, leaving the items she was shuffling through on the coffee table, walking after him into the kitchen. “You were literally cut up and sewn back together barely a week ago. It’s not going to pass that fast.”

Kip just nodded absentmindedly, grabbing a cup from the sink before walking over to the coffee maker. Penelope had arranged everything ready for him, learning from the mornings before that food was somehow the first thing in Kip’s mind when he rolled out of bed. He was very grateful for all the work she did for him, knowing that he would most likely barely actually get out of bed if it wasn’t for Penelope to make the early recovery days even somewhat bearable.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee Kip took a seat on one of the stools by the kitchen island, watching as Penelope sat on another seat from across him after sliding a plateful of breakfast items in front of him, observing the Brit as Kip took a sip of his coffee, nodding his head a little as if to give his approval of the quality of it. He averted Penelope’s eyes, her look almost a bit too expecting for him, almost as if she was waiting for him to strike a conversation with her that he didn’t want to have right there and then.

Instead Kip coughed a little, feeling the by now way too familiar scratching in his throat.

Oh god, not now.

“You’ve been coughing so much lately,” Penelope muttered, watching as Kip tried to hide his mouth behind his hand as he hastily set the coffee cup down, having maybe finally learned that he couldn’t use the other to cover his face anymore. Without Penelope noticing – he was fairly sure she didn’t, she would have without a doubt said something – Kip managed to get the few petals out of his lungs, hiding them in his hand before he returned to his coffee, drinking it down in hopes that it would help with the burning in his throat. “Ever since you got back from the hospital. You better not be sick with something.”

“It’s fine,” Kip assured her, his voice hoarse as he cleared his throat a little, still feeling something stuck in there. Penelope just shook her head at him, pushing herself up from her seat, preparing to get back into cleaning the living room like she had been.

“Just make sure I don’t catch it. I have no time to be sick.”

Kip watched as she walked away, letting out a quiet sigh as he glanced at the few purple tinted rose petals in his hand.

“Yeah, I’m sure you won’t be catching this.”

It had been a week, and Kip still didn’t have a solid explanation to any of this. He had tried his absolute best to work it out after the initial freak out in the hospital, but so far there were no answers. When he had coughed the petals up the first time, the nurse that came to his aid after hearing his horrified screams in the hospital room was convinced that the petals were just dropped from the freshly brought set of roses that sat on the nightstand next to the bed and Kip in his tired, painkiller amplified state just didn’t notice neither the flowers nor the petals before. She didn’t take him seriously, only gave him some sedatives to put him in a sleepless slumber so he would stop freaking out.

Ever since then Kip hadn’t told anyone about the petals. Most of the time he managed to keep the coughing to a minimum around other people, like he did around Penelope just now, keeping the petals down in his throat or in the worst case scenario hidden in his mouth until he was alone to get rid of them. The coughing fits came and went, mostly at random and he had little to no control over them, their timing or the intensity, always starting with scratching in his throat until it became unbearable, making it hard to breath, ending with Kip coughing out at least a handful of purple tinted rose petals.

He had thought about telling Penelope about it, but without having close to no idea himself why all this was happening, Kip had decided against it. Penelope was the levelheaded one out of the two of them and she put up with a lot of Kip’s nonsense already, but this might have been above even her understanding. And if Kip couldn’t explain it to even himself, well…

He wasn’t going to risk it with Penelope.

Finishing his plate while pondering through all of this before getting up to get more coffee, Kip poured the petals from his hand into the trash, sighing a little. He had tried researching the phenomena he was experiencing to the best of his ability, but every source he could find was either fictional or made little to no sense to him while he was reading it. The only connecting thread he could find in all of this was the few sets of words that seemed to come up in everything he found, no matter how grounded in reality it was.

Unrequited love.

Flowers growing in his lungs.

Be loved, get surgery… Or die.

Chewing on his lower lip, Kip sat back down to the stool he had stood up from, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee as he dwelt in his thoughts. He wasn’t really sure what it all meant, but he sure had noticed that as time passed with him coughing the petals, it seemed like the throat scratching got worse over time and he had a harder time catching proper amounts of air into his lungs. At first Kip had just put it down as the fault of the medication, but the more he looked into this whole thing, it seemed like this was definitely a lot worse than just medication messing with his body or the short time he had been in bed rest already messing him up physically.

There was something else, as another coughing fit reminded him of, making a few petals drop onto the counter of the kitchen island. Kip stared at them for a moment, slowly wiping them to the floor. Watching them gently float down until they were out of his view Kip sighed.

How did something so beautiful make him hurt so much on the inside? And maybe even more importantly, why?

“…Are you even listening?”

Kip’s eyes shot up, meeting Penelope’s gaze as she leaned against the door frame at the kitchen entrance, arms crossed over her chest. By her reaction Kip was thinking she hadn’t actually seen the petals still, but he had been too deep in his own thoughts the past few moments to notice her talking to him from the living room.

Kip shook his head slowly. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Penelope sighed, but her features clearly softened as he finally replied to her. “I was just asking if you needed me around today for anything. Or if it’s okay if I leave.”

Kip sipped his coffee, eyeing Penelope for a moment. She had done so much for him that he never asked for, just because they were friends and she lived close by, and was one of the people he trusted the most, knowing their shared background and the work they’d done together and everything. Penelope had been the first person Kip had called when he heard his shoulder required surgery, she was the one that made sure he got in and out of the hospital with this whole ordeal, and now she was here, caring for him when he had asked for none of it.

He finally shook his head again. “I think I can handle myself for a day. I don’t feel worse than before today.”

“Which reminds me,” Penelope spoke up, walking back into the living room for a moment. Kip raised a brow at her as she re-emerged into the kitchen, but his face twisted into a little smile as he watched Penelope slide his pillbox across the kitchen island towards him. “Your meds. Remember to take them.”

Lowering the coffee cup from his hand Kip pulled the pillbox closer, struggling a little to open the correct container with one hand, eventually managing it on his own. He could feel Penelope’s eyes burning holes to the top of his head as she watched him wrestle with the small box, but it was obvious that she wasn’t going to step in before Kip asked her to. She knew he was slowly learning to do things like this on his own, and that she just needed to give him time with them.

“What would I do without you,” Kip sighed with a smile tucking in the corner of his lips as he finally observed the pill he managed to free from its plastic prison, popping it into his mouth, drinking it down with the coffee he had at hand. Penelope just rolled her eyes at him a little, but couldn’t help but to smile. “Well, today you have to figure it out. I’m heading out with Kris.”

Kip nodded, hand reaching for the pillbox again as he snapped the lid of the container shut, handing it back to Penelope. She knew where to store it and how to fill it better than he did, though Kip would eventually have to learn that as well.

“Shopping trip with the girls?”

Penelope grabbed the pillbox from him, Kip being sure he saw a soft blush crossing her cheeks as she giggled a little. “More like A Date with The Girl.”

Her enthusiasm was so obvious with the emphasis she put on her words that Kip couldn’t help but to smile at her, watching Penelope twirl a coil of her hair around her finger as she proceeded to leave the kitchen again to handle her business with the pillbox. His happiness for her was short lived unfortunately, as Kip could feel the by now way too familiar scratching on his throat again all of a sudden, only this time even stronger than at any point this morning so far. It almost felt like something was trying to make its way forcefully out of him, like sharp nails scraping against the walls of his lungs, ripping them to pieces.

And then the doorbell rang.

Penelope quickly showed back up to the doorway, Kip trying to hide the sudden struggle to breathe as she beamed at him, obviously very happy about her upcoming day.

“That’s probably Kris. I’ll see you later, text me if you need anything, I can stop by when I’m heading back home.”

Kip just nodded back at her with a small thumbs up, trying to keep on a false smile as he tried to hold the coughs back. He watched Penelope leave the doorway, disappearing from his view again, and as soon as she did, Kip sprung up on his feet, almost throwing himself to the sink as a wave of petals forcefully made its way out of him through his mouth. Gasping for air between a few small waves of rose petals exiting him, he leaned against the kitchen sink, barely keeping himself up on his feet, feeling like the air had been completely punched out of him.

Wiping a shaky hand over his face, Kip tried to take a deep breath as he closed his eyes, the burning worse than it had been since the first time he had vomited the petals out that night in the hospital. He could feel the sweat on his forehead and tears stinging in the corners of his eyes, reminding himself much of the worst hangovers of some of his younger years. And yet, somehow, this was nothing like that and far worse than anything he had ever experienced at the same time.

“Kip?”

He slowly straightened up, holding himself up against the sink with one hand, turning around to lean back against it. Opening his eyes Kip looked across the room back at Penelope, the worry and confusion clearly written on her face, though Kip was definitely quick to reflect that same emotion back at her, having thought that she had already left.

“Are, are you okay?”

Kip just waved his hand a little, offering her a weak smile. It probably wasn’t very convincing, but it was the best he could do at the moment, to give her a small amount of peace of mind if nothing else.

“I… I don’t think the painkillers are still sitting very well with me today.” He inhaled deeply, finally getting some air into his lungs that didn’t burn, surprisingly enough considering how different the situation had just been mere seconds ago. “But I thought you left.”

“Well, yeah, Kris is outside.” Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “But, uh, there is… Someone here to see you.”

Before Kip could ask, Penelope stepped a bit deeper into the kitchen, leaving the doorway open for a brief moment before another figure stepped through it. Upon seeing the man enter the kitchen, his kitchen in his house, Kip could feel something tightening in his chest as his fingers grasped onto the edge of the sink behind him just a little bit tighter. No, this time it certainly wasn’t his lungs filling up with rose petals to the point of nearly bursting out of him.

This ache was coming straight from his heart upon seeing the slightly awkward Chuck Taylor standing just a few feet away from him.

Kip didn’t register his greeting, only saw Chuck slightly wave his hand at him. Kip’s eyes shot over to Penelope, clearly begging for help as he wasn’t sure at all how to handle the situation that had suddenly evolved around him, which she thankfully understood as she walked up to him, Kip mentally letting out a sigh of relief watching her walk around the kitchen island to the side where she couldn’t possibly see the content in the kitchen sink. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to explain to her why he had gotten sick with odd colored rose petals.

“What is he doing here?” Kip whispered, eyes darting between Penelope and Chuck, despite knowing how awfully clear it made it in this situation that the other man in the room was the topic of their secretive conversation. Chuck just avoided eye contact, almost pretending that he wasn’t there as the two blonds continued their whispering, just looking around the kitchen walls as if he found them extremely interesting.

“Kris drove him here. He said he wanted to see you, insisted even. Talked about some apology or something.”

Kip’s brain was reeling, putting the pieces together slowly. He hadn’t heard anything back from Chuck since he had gotten back from the hospital and replied to the other man’s initial message, having just been left on read. Kip honestly hadn’t expected anything more out of that offer, just assuming in the moment of Chuck hearing that he was going into surgery and holding himself responsible for it, he crumbled and sent the message.

This was the last thing Kip would have expected him to do, and even less so Chuck being the one doing it, especially without Kip asking for that help he was offering.

“Do you want me to chase him out?”

Kip’s widened eyes finally landed back onto Penelope, it dawning on him that he never actually told her that Chuck had reached out to him about the surgery. Maybe it was given, considering how Kip had ended up there and how basically everyone had messaged him about it around that time, so it wouldn’t be as odd to think that Chuck did it too.

Maybe Kip was the only one making it odd and awkward by thinking that it was.

Especially as in the moment he also realized that he never told Penelope that he might have real feelings for Chuck, either.

“Kip?” He blinked at her, but didn’t respond. “I really gotta go, Kris is waiting outside. Just a word and I’ll drag him out with me.”

Kip slowly shook his head, his mind still spinning as he was trying to put the whole situation together. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, to keep Chuck at arms reach like this especially if they were going to be alone with just the two of them, but at the same time something was telling Kip that he needed to do this. For the sake of his own sanity, if nothing else.

For the sake of… Whatever this thing was that was wrong with him, as he couldn’t shake off the feeling that all of this was related somehow. And this was as good of an opportunity as any, at least in his mind right then, to try to get at least a little bit closer to some answers. And Chuck himself, for that matter.

“It’s… It’s fine,” Kip finally spoke up, eyes traveling from Penelope to Chuck, who still tried to look interested in anything else in the kitchen than the two of them. A small smile tucked the corner of Kip’s lips, Penelope without a doubt noticing it too as she remained silent, but her eyes surrounded by the perfectly done makeup narrowed slightly. “I’ll see what he wants. I think I can handle it.”

“…Are you sure?” Kip turned back towards her, seeing a real flash of worry in Penelope’s eyes. “After what happened and he… You know.”

Kip watched Penelope motion towards his arm hanging on the sling, the girl biting her lip a little as she was trying to be careful about choosing her next words correctly. “After all of this, are you sure you want to be alone with him?”

He wanted to laugh, but held the sound back, just smiling at Penelope a little, hoping it would melt off at least some of her concerns. They were valid points, Kip admitted that, even if Penelope already knew that what had happened to Kip wasn’t Chuck’s fault in the slightest.

“It’s Chuck Taylor. He wouldn’t hurt an already injured man. It’s all good.”

Penelope clearly wasn’t still entirely convinced of this, but she knew better than to stall the inevitable and continue to debate this with Kip, so instead she just gave a little pat on his healthy arm, offering him a smile. “Just… If he tries anything or you need help, just let me know, okay? I’ll –”

“It’s okay. You go enjoy the day with Kris. Don’t worry about me.”

She honestly wanted to fight him on it, but the smile Kip returned to her made Penelope drop the topic. With a sigh she turned on her heels, eyes landing on Chuck as she approached him on her way out of the kitchen, nudging him closer by tucking the sleeve of his shirt, whispering something to him that Kip couldn’t hear. He could have sworn he saw a quick flash of almost fear in Chuck’s eyes though, making it fairly obvious what sort of words Penelope was giving to him. Chuck just nodded before Penelope let him go, the blonde sending Kip a quick look and a nod before she exited the kitchen, leaving the two men awkwardly standing there as Chuck slowly looked at Kip from across the kitchen island as they both could hear the front door of the house being closed.

“Uh… Hi?”

Chuck waved an awkward hand at him again, Kip forcing a small smile on his lips as he shook his head a little. He honestly felt a little bad for lying to Penelope, as he had no actual idea what it would be like when they were left alone together with just the two of them with Chuck, Kip just assumed that the other man was as well-behaved as he had convinced to himself that Chuck was. After all, there was never an actual intention to hurt Kip, the way things had happened was just an unfortunate coincidence.

“Would you like some coffee?” Kip tried to offer him a smile, motioning towards the coffee maker on the counter next to him with his free hand. Chuck glanced over at it, nodding his head a little, though he was clearly hesitant. Kip returned the gesture, turning on his heels to reach for a coffee cup on the dish drying rack next to the sink before walking over to the coffee maker. Only then it seemed to click in Chuck’s mind that he was basically asking a one armed man for some awkward hospitality, even if it was in his own house, making him quickly round the kitchen island to the coffee maker.

“I got it, I got it,” Kip just smiled at him, Chuck stopping next to him to observe as Kip poured coffee into the cup, easily sliding the coffee pot back into its original place afterwards. “Just because I’m one arm short doesn’t mean I’m completely incapable.”

“I-I know, I was just--”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kip shook his head, trying to keep the smile on his face despite the awkward feel of the moment. He couldn’t get on Chuck’s nerves now, Kip had to remind himself that Chuck was just here to help. To apologize. He was here to make peace, and Kip didn’t need to treat him like the villain of this story that he definitely even wasn’t.

Pushing the thoughts aside from his mind, Kip reached over to the kitchen island, picking the coffee cup he used before into his hand, finishing the coffee in it before pouring himself a new cup. At this point it was more of a formality to keep his hands occupied and hopefully to make Chuck feel a little less awkward than he would be if he was the only one around enjoying a drink, than Kip actually needing another cup of caffeine to get him started on the day.

With Kip taking the charge, he led the two of them out of the kitchen and into the living room, motioning Chuck to take a seat on the couch. Kip wasn’t sure how long he had planned this visit to last, as Penelope had only mentioned that Chuck was here to present him with an apology of some sort. Kip already had a pretty good idea what he was about, the texts he had received from Chuck on the day of his surgery were permanently burned into his mind, and they hadn’t talked about it since Kip had sent him an acknowledging response a day later.

“So how are things?”

Kip looked at Chuck, shrugging a little as he sipped on his coffee.

“You don’t look terrible,” Chuck continued before the silence could linger around them for longer, making anything he said sound desperate and more awkward than it already was. “I mean. For someone who had surgery only like a week ago. Sorry.”

Kip shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry, that’s still nicer than anything Penelope has told me all week.”

Chuck hummed a little in response before focusing more on his coffee, but Kip was certain he could see a little smile twitching in the corner of his lips before they disappeared behind the cup. Which was a relief to him, knowing that at least his little quip was funny enough to ease some of the clear tension in the living room. He was getting a good grade in being a good host today.

“Speaking of Penelope.” Kip raised a brow at the sudden direction the conversation was taking, him having not expected it, especially being told earlier what Chuck was here for. “She spends a lot of time here these days, huh?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, him not really liking the tone that such a question was presented to him with, as usually people asking about the relationship between him and Penelope thought there was something more than genuine friendship going on there. Kip would have thought especially Chuck would know better than to ask such questions, him being friends with Kris and all who could have easily told him the true nature of things.

Besides, Kip absolutely did not want Chuck to have the wrong idea about the things that were going on with him and Penelope.

“She’s the one friend that lives close enough to help me out, with, you know, all of this.” Kip motioned at his arm hanging on the sling, watching Chuck nod back to him. “…And you do know she’s dating Kris, right? You’re friends with her, if someone should know, it should be you.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Chuck muttered, taking another sip of his coffee. “Just… Looking out for her, you know?”

Kip was really hoping that wasn’t actually all Chuck was trying to achieve with that line of questioning, but he remained quiet, both men just focusing on their coffee as the silence finally fell into the living room. Probably with anyone else Kip would have found the silence comfortable, but with Chuck around like this all of a sudden, with minimal explanation on what he was actually doing here after everything, it was just making Kip a bit uneasy. He wasn’t going to push the issue at least immediately, in hopes that he wouldn’t annoy Chuck too much.

Kip finally had some alone time with him. He hadn’t seen Chuck in person for a week and a half, and before that they didn’t spend time together outside of a few rare occasions when they were somewhere with a group of other people. And now he was here, sitting on his couch, drinking his coffee out of one of his coffee mugs, observing his decor in his living room. It was more than Kip had ever asked for, more than he had ever hoped for, and quite honestly with how things had been going the past week, it was something Kip desperately needed.

Having Chuck Taylor in such a close proximity as this was the chance Kip needed in hopes of trying to make all of this right. To make all of this make sense.

“But really though,” Chuck’s voice finally broke the silence again after a moment, almost startling Kip out of his thoughts. “How are you doing? It can’t be easy to deal with everything with one arm.”

“No, not really. Especially when it’s your non-dominant arm.”

Chuck winced a little at the mere thought, Kip just carefully shrugging one shoulder. “Yeah, it sucks, but what can you do. It could be worse, I could have no arms.”

“That would really be the worst case possible, huh?”

Kip chuckled at him, humming a little as he sipped on his coffee again. This seemed to be going well now, at least by his standards. Being able to just joke around like this with someone other than Penelope despite his current condition was refreshing, usually Kip had to deal with people wanting to talk about this topic more seriously than he did. Sure, it was a rather serious situation, he wouldn’t have required surgery otherwise, but that didn’t mean he needed to be all grave and gloom about it at all times. And at least Chuck was throwing that mentality back at him even a little bit, which Kip just found kind of nice.

“I’d imagine you get bored easily, dealing with all of this. Not really being able to do anything and all.”

“Sometimes,” Kip muttered, eyes almost on instinct landing on the tv remote on the coffee table. “Especially if I don’t have any company. You can’t really play games or something with just one hand, so I just end up watching a lot of things. I can’t tell you the amount of shows I’ve binged in the past week alone compared to maybe the rest of my entire life.”

Chuck nodded, silently pondering over his words, Kip picking it up as a sign to continue. “You just kind of realize how used you are to having two functional arms and how much easier even simple household activities are. Cooking is so much easier when you can lift a pot full of water with both hands. Showering feels incredible when you don’t have to be extra careful about your cuts and stitches. Being awake without having to take painkillers, let alone sleeping through the entire night without waking up to excruciating pain… You know what I mean.”

“Yeah…” Chuck’s voice drifted off, Kip stealing a curious glance towards him. Chuck was staring at the bottom of his coffee cup, clearly contemplating on something, and Kip was slightly worried about being able to decipher a look of distress on his face. Kip almost wanted to ask him about it, but thought better of it, not wanting to derail this relatively relaxed conversation to whatever else was in Chuck’s mind. Unfortunately for him, Chuck had other thoughts, as he slowly shook his head, inhaling sharply, Kip’s eyes shooting towards him almost a little bit too quickly.

“Listen, I…” His voice was quiet, Chuck stopping to think again for a moment, not bearing to look back at Kip who he most definitely felt staring at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to hurt you like that. I’m so sorry about everything that happened.”

His words registered pretty fast, but it still took a moment in Kip’s mind to connect everything together. Biting his lip his eyes shot away from the other man, mentally beating himself up for whatever he said that brought up this topic so suddenly. Kip had wanted to avoid talking about this for as long as possible, of course the moment Penelope had said that Chuck wanted to apologize for something Kip knew this was eventually going to be talked about, but they were having such a nice time just moments before. They were just having a regular conversation, a thing that they rarely ever did together, and it all just felt so nice at least to Kip.

Most importantly right now though, Kip needed to tell him the truth. Chuck still clearly lived with the belief that he had caused all of this, that Kip’s injury was his fault and that it all happened because of the bump he had initiated, even if it was under mutual understanding and agreement. Kip hadn’t talked about it with him so far, having avoided saying anything about it, in texts or in person, kind of just hoping that it wasn’t being brought up. When Chuck had said in the initial text messages that he was sorry, Kip had honestly thought that that was it, especially since they didn’t talk about it after that in the past week at all. Well, they hadn’t talked at all in the past few days to be honest, but that had just solidified it in Kip’s mind that this conversation was over before it even happened to begin with.

Unfortunately for him, he was wrong about it. And now Kip needed to deal with it, and probably face the consequences of not telling Chuck the truth immediately, having left him to live with the regret of causing this much pain and suffering to Kip up until this point. All he needed was to tell Chuck the truth, to be honest about it, to just say it wasn’t his fault. That’s all Kip needed to do.

“It’s…”

Tell him the truth.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen.”

Fuck.

Chuck nodded, somehow looking even more discouraged than he did before. Kip knew exactly why, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct his words.

The only thought in his mind was that if he told Chuck the truth, he would just walk away from him. Just like how he had left Kip on read for a week after reaching out to him when Kip had told him that surgery went well and everything was okay, Kip was afraid that Chuck would leave him now if he knew this wasn’t actually his fault.

It was just a little white lie, and if it was giving Kip a chance to spend time with Chuck, to maybe fix this entire thing, it was worth it all to him.

Almost on cue at the thought, Kip felt a familiar scratching in his throat. Almost as if it was mocking him, making fun of Kip for not being able to tell Chuck what was really going on. The shame gnawing on him on the inside, Kip tried his best to push the feeling aside, letting out a quiet cough, hoping it would help with the growing burning in his lungs.

“It could have happened to anyone. It’s the risk we take.”

Chuck didn’t reply back to him, but he was in deep thought, processing Kip’s words. Kip tried to hold himself back from explaining any further, not wanting to make things sound any worse than they probably already were in Chuck’s mind, him thinking that all this really was his fault. It could lead into something in this scenario that Kip didn’t want, expose his lies or drag him down deeper than he wanted to go with this whole thing, at least for the time being. Maybe eventually he was ready to tell Chuck the truth, if it even mattered at that point anymore.

The honest truth right now was that the less Chuck knew, the better chances Kip had at keeping him close by. And the closer Chuck was to him, the easier it was for Kip to try to decipher this riddle he was living with that included rose petals coming out of his lungs every now and then, but especially when Kip was thinking about the man sitting next to him on the couch just a little bit too long.

He coughed again, watching from the corner of his eye as Chuck shot a quick look that almost resembled worry towards him.

“I’m fine,” Kip smiled a little at him, coughing again. It was getting worse, he could feel it, so Kip quickly pushed himself up on his feet. He could never quite predict when or how forcefully the petals would be pushing out of him, so the sooner he got out of sight before it happened, the better. “I’m just going to get some water. Do you need anything from the kitchen?”

Chuck shook his head slowly, watching as Kip spun around on his heels, making his hurried exit from the living room and into the kitchen. He was barely able to make it back to the sink as he coughed again, loudly and almost violently as the purple tinted petals he was so used to by now appeared again, landing to the bottom of the kitchen sink where the previous pile was still waiting to be cleaned up. Kip tried to keep the noises down, not wanting to draw attention to himself and his condition, knowing how difficult it would be to explain. He struggled with it himself, he had not told Penelope about it, Chuck was the last person Kip wanted to know anything. Especially if this was all caused by him, indirectly or not, as Kip had thought all this occurred.

Kip straightened himself up against the sink, glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway, being quietly thankful that he found it empty. He was worried that Chuck would follow him, especially after the wretched noises Kip was making, just to check on him, but apparently he wasn’t loud enough. That, or Chuck just didn’t care about them, which was a thought Kip immediately pushed away as he could feel it causing more burning in his throat, not wanting to deal with another wave of petals.

He ran the faucet, waiting for the water to turn cold, watching as the flowing water grabbed some of the petals from the sink to play around with. Kip found it odd that every time they got out of him, the petals were almost in near perfect condition – he had never seen one that was torn up, they were almost all identical and symmetrical to one another as far as he had compared, and every time they were almost like freshly plucked straight from a flower. Kip never threw up anything else when the petals exited his body, it was almost like they came from a completely different source than anything else a normal human being would be throwing up.

And as they swirled around in the sink while Kip reached his coffee cup underneath the running water, he thought that in all this time he had never seen one wither away no matter how much time passed. He still had some in the trash from earlier in the week and they still looked exactly the same, hell he kept one petal to examine it later from the first night he threw them up in the hospital, and it remained unchanged since then.

Pulling the coffee cup back to himself, now filled with water, Kip took a sip from it, feeling it make him feel slightly better. The back of his throat was still burning, he could feel the scratching somewhere in his chest, but after ejecting some of the petals again the feeling was milder than before. That’s how it always went, Kip had learned that much. It was one of the two things he could count on, the other one being that somehow whenever his mind wandered off to Chuck, these things started to happen. He understood the connection from what he had been able to discover about this condition, but it still baffled Kip that this could happen in the first place.

Finishing the cup of water Kip poured himself another one, returning to the living room. Before he could get there though, he stopped in the doorway, hearing Chuck talking to someone. Staying out of sight on the side of the kitchen, Kip peeped into the living room carefully, hoping Chuck wasn’t able to see him, spotting the brunet still sitting on the couch, now with his phone pressed against his ear.

“Yeah man, I think I have to stay here for a while.”

Kip’s brows furrowed but he remained silent, his heart doing an extra lap as he realized Chuck’s words. Him? Stay? Here?

“Listen, I don’t really like it either, but… I kinda did promise him that if he needed something, I would be there, since… You know.”

Kip leaned against the door frame, pulling his head back into the kitchen, just sipping on his water and listening. Chuck was right, he had promised that after all. Kip hadn’t said anything about needing help or company today, but apparently Chuck had decided that he needed it. Which Kip was thankful for, more ways than he could express or actually say out loud, honestly.

“Just for today. Look-- Trent, let me finish. I’m just gonna keep him company today, okay? We can do stuff tomorrow. I promise.”

Kip nodded to himself, pushing himself off from the door frame before he inhaled deeply, walking back into the living room as if nothing had happened and he hadn’t heard anything just now. He just smiled at Chuck, who quickly got off the phone as the Brit arrived back, taking a seat on the couch. Kip sipped on his water, not wanting to directly jump into asking Chuck about the call to expose himself as a filthy eavesdropper, but at the same time Kip didn’t really know where to take the conversation from here.

“So uh.” Kip glanced at Chuck, watching the man just shrug a little as his hand reached for the remote on the coffee table, Kip raising a questioning brow at him. “Would you like to… I dunno, hang out or something? Since Penelope isn’t here, so you don’t get bored or whatever.”

Kip took another sip of his water, almost pretending to ponder over the question for a while as Chuck turned the television on without waiting for his answer, surfing through the channels to try to find something interesting enough for both of them to busy themselves with. Of course Kip wanted him around, it had been the only thing he had been thinking about since Chuck showed up unannounced earlier. He was the key to all of this after all, and even if he wasn’t, Kip would be lying if he said that he didn’t want this chance to be around Chuck today. Or any chance that ever presented itself for them to hang out, really.

“Since you’re already here, why not.” Kip kicked himself mentally for trying to sound almost too nonchalant about it. The last thing he needed was to give Chuck the wrong idea about how much he actually wanted him to be there. He had to find the perfect balance, just enough to make sure Chuck knew Kip wanted him, but also that Chuck didn’t know that Kip wanted him. He needed to make that connection, but not ruin it with his over enthusiasm so he wouldn’t preemptively ruin it all. “I also have some games I think you might be interested in.”

Chuck nodded, watching Kip lower the coffee cup from his hand before motioning towards the tv stand and the cabinets underneath it to emphasize his point. As Chuck stood from the couch to check out the selection Kip spoke about, the Brit allowed himself to sink into his own thoughts for a brief moment, trying to convince himself that this was a good idea.

This was what he needed. This was the breakthrough he had been looking for. Chuck Taylor was right there, within his grasp, and all Kip needed to do from this point forward was to make sure that Chuck fell madly in love with him.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #setting: hanahaki #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #character: penelope ford

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withloveoptimus · 2 years

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It's Prime Time Chap 1.

was posted on ao3 first but i wanted to post it on here too since I'm writing more lmao

this is a two-shot little story that may end up with its own series but who knows that may also change n e way onto the story

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Chap One of It's Prime Time

Pairings: Optimus Prime & Reader (platonic), Smokescreen & Reader (platonic)

Summary: Optimus wishes to take you somewhere because he wants to spend quality time with you, and fun ensues.

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You spent the day like any other, sitting at the base with the kids, either sitting around or playing video games, which would often get too loud and Ratchet would shout, “Quiet down! Some people are trying to work here!” which was of course like any other day at the base. You were eating snacks you brought as you watched them, occasionally playing when they asked but mostly watching.

As you stuff another chip into your mouth, your eyes wander before landing on your partner in crime, and guardian, Smokescreen. His back was turned to you as he was engaged in a conversation with Bulkhead, probably talking about past battles or something, and you were honestly happy that their friendship was getting better since they got off to a rocky start. Bulkhead was a good influence on Smokescreen, in his own way and they acted more and more like brothers. A “Bromance” as Miko put it when you two talked about it one time.

That did leave you with a few thoughts, like imagining those bro memes you would see and you had to keep yourself from laughing.

While lost in your train of thought, you hadn’t noticed Smokescreen walk over to the human area until a metal finger was poking you. “Oh shit!” You jumped, turning to the owner of said finger only to meet Smokescreen’s gaze, “Oh, hey Kachow.”

He immediately shoots you a look that only makes you laugh.

“C’mon, you promised!” He whined.

“I may have promised but your reactions are so worth it.”

You will never let him live down the fact that you walked in on him doing the 'Kachow!' in one of the empty rooms of the base, after having a Cars movie marathon with the kids. It took lots of bribing from him but you promised to keep it between the two of you–he would never know that you let it slip to Optimus and had to swear him to secrecy–, although you can't help teasing him with it.

He rolls his optics at your teasing but you know he isn’t upset if the little smile on his face is anything to go by. “Anyways,” You close the bag of chips and place them on the table, “what were you and Bulk talking about?”

There’s some shouting and you sneak a glance to see Miko doing a victory dance as she beats Jack, who watches in defeat, in one of the fighting games you brought. You can only laugh as she shouts, “In your face!” and Jack just sighs. Arcee, Bumblebee, and Raf watch in amusement, making comments here and there.

“Bulkhead was just sharing some battle stories,” Smokescreen says, excitement clear in his voice, and you turn your attention back to him. “just hearing about them makes me so jealous! I would’ve been so awesome on the battlefield back on Cybertron.”

You chuckle and decide to indulge your guardian, “Mind telling me some stories then?” You ask as you get up from the couch and walk over to where he was standing by the railing.

The grin you get in return is worth it and you can only smile as he picks you up and goes somewhere quieter.

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It was late night by the time the kids went home and you lounged on the couch, waiting on a certain Autobot leader, who was your other guardian. Smokescreen had offered to take you home but you declined, wanting to spend what little time you could with Optimus, seeing as he was always busy and you were kind of missing his company.

You were officially bored after attempting to keep yourself busy by doodling, reading some books you brought, or playing games. You were blaming it on Optimus taking so long doing whatever it was he was doing.

It's quiet, save for Ratchet typing away at the computer with his occasional grumbling.

An idea comes to mind and it might be a bad idea and maybe it'll piss off Ratchet but you're bored and it's Optimus' fault.

It's too late to back out now as you look over to where he is. "Hey, Grumpy?" You call.

There's no response and you aren't surprised.

"Doc Bot?"

He pauses but continues working.

"Mister Grinch?"

A heavy sigh and shake of his head and you're fighting the urge to just laugh.

"Rat–"

"What do you want?! Can't you see I'm working!" He finally snaps, and you howled with laughter. His reaction was totally worth it as he just watched you, utterly annoyed and ready to just send you through a ground bridge home. He fails to understand how Optimus deals with you.

It takes a bit for you to calm down, still a fit of giggles, but when you look at Ratchet again you're close to another laughing fit.

He's gone back to ignoring you, probably for the better, but he's frowning and grumbling about something. Just as you're about to open your mouth to say something, totally not to mess with him some more, you're being picked up.

“I can’t leave you alone, can I?” Optimus says as he sets you in his palm, using a finger to nudge your little body.

“What do you expect me to do, I was bored! And would you stop doing that–” You growled, attempting to bat his finger away.

Optimus looks to Ratchet, "I apologize for the disturbance, old friend." The medic only grumbles in reply, waving them off so he can get back to work.

You breathe a sigh of relief when Optimus pulls his finger away, you swear he and Smokescreen only do it to mess with you. Before you know it, you find yourself in Optimus' passenger seat.

"What took you so long, Big Red?" You inquire as he starts the drive out of the base.

He's silent for a bit. "I was taking care of some business. I apologize for making you wait so long, Little One."

You snort, “Any longer and I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Optimus sighs, knowing all too well how much you love messing with Ratchet. The two of you could have your moments, but primus could you grind the poor Medic’s gears. The Autobot leader couldn’t even count on his fingers how many times he’s had to pick you up and take you somewhere else before Ratchet hauled you through a ground bridge. It’s even worse if Wheeljack is around.

“Must you mess with him so much?”

“Uh, duh! I do it out of love though so it's okay!"

That pulls a chuckle from him. “Out of love, you say?”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest, sporting a huge grin. Any teasing from you was always out of love or just joking in general. Still, you weren’t the best at reading the room or reading people in general, so sometimes it went farther than you’d have liked.

It isn’t long before Optimus is pulling up to your home, the ride feeling a little shorter than usual and you can’t help but feel just a bit upset. You kind of want to ask him to drive around for a bit, just so you can spend just a little more time with him, but decide against it. You’d rather not keep him from his duties.

“Little One?” Optimus calls, worried at your silence and the slight change in mood. He decides not to mention the pout you were now sporting.

You shake your head, “Sorry, Big Red, I was just thinking.”

He hums, waiting patiently as you collect and calm yourself. You’re glad he let you do so, even if he could read you like an open book.

Once your thoughts are clear, you pat the dashboard, ready to say goodnight and let him be on his way but Optimus stops you.

“Before you go,” He starts, “I must ask something of you.”

Now that puzzles you. A little weird, you think.

“What’s up?”

He was silent for a moment, trying to piece together whatever he was going to ask. You’re silently hoping it isn’t anything too bad, your behavior has been good this week.

“I ask that you do not stay up late,” Okay now he is being weird, “I wish to take you somewhere, Little One. I do not know where, but we shall go somewhere.” He finishes.

And now he’s completely thrown you for a loop.

Of course, it wasn’t weird for him to take you places, there were a few times he had taken you on patrol if he wanted some company. Sometimes he’d even take you and the kids out if you had projects to do because he was hesitant to let Ratchet help with them again, though he would never say so aloud. So what was this all about?

“What?” Is all you manage to say.

"We'll be spending the day together." He simply says.

That is enough to bring back the grin you were sporting earlier and you have to stop yourself from squealing and kicking your feet. Your wishes had been granted and it honestly felt too good to be true.

"Really?!" You look at the steering wheel excitedly then pause, "You're not joking are you?"

He's a little offended you'd think he would joke about this.

"Of course not, Little One, I speak only the truth.”

You pump your fist in the air, “Fuck yeah!” Ignoring the silent reprimand for your profanity.

Optimus chuckles when you hurry to unbuckle yourself and open his door. “Goodnight, Big Red! Love ya!” You shout and dash to your front door, almost tripping in your excitement. You wanted nothing more than to hurry to your bed and sleep the night away. Although you didn’t think you would even be able to sleep with this much excitement, you were going to try.

Once you finally manage to open the door, you turn and offer your guardian a final wave goodnight before scurrying inside.

You find yourself rushing through your nightly routine, and just as you slip on a baggy shirt to sleep in, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Sneaking a glance, you realize someone was messaging you. That someone being Optimus.

Big Red: Please be ready by ten.

Big Red: Sleep well, Little One, I love you.

You go to bed with a smile and a warm feeling in your chest.

#transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #but it's platonic #reader is a little silly guys #adventures with optimus #ratchet #tfp arcee #bumblebee #fluff #like lots of fluff #no beta we die like cliffjumper #idk how to tag lmfao

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slamminslamminmcgill · 2 years

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Outed - Saul Goodman/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

tags/warnings: shameless smut, trans fetishization, degradation, humiliation, name calling, choking, face slapping, homophobic/transphobic slurs, squirting, drunk sex, age gap

don’t like don’t read lmao

words: 3,317 ao3 link

this is based off a bunch of prompts i sent to @tonighttonight and i wanted to write a full length fic about it!!! enjoy ♥♥♥

You’d been in Albuquerque for a few years now. Originally, your plan was to get your degree at UNM and leave, but after settling in you found that you’d come to like it here. You weren’t exactly in a rush to get out, especially after landing a cushy job as a personal assistant…

at the office of Saul Goodman and Associates.

Truth be told, you had no idea how you’d snagged it. You figured the seedy lawyer with his face plastered on every flat surface in New Mexico would be looking for a pretty young woman to wait on him. The kind of person he’d keep on payroll just to have a set of tits in the office to ogle, and you did not fit that criteria, at least not anymore. You were a 24 year old man, and no one had any reason to doubt that beyond your height and a minor case of babyface. Why’d he pick you? He didn’t seem like he was into men. Did nobody else apply? Whatever, you weren’t complaining. The job was easy enough.

Yes, he was as sleazy and full of himself as his commercials made him seem, but he had his more endearing moments. When you managed to impress him, he’d pat you on the back and tell you “Good job, kid.” with a smile. And he meant it. He’d look at you like a son, and he was the proud father figure. Fitting, since he was practically old enough to be your father.

It was Friday night, and the whole week he’d been stressing about this one case. Something about a drug charge and whether or not the evidence was the result of an illegal search. He’d managed to swing it in his favor, and the charges were dropped. When he got back from the courthouse, he picked you up and hugged you, saying he couldn’t have done it without you. You doubted the truth of that sentiment, but in the past he’d playfully chastise you about selling yourself short. He even invited you out for drinks that night to celebrate, though he did crack a joke about whether or not you’d be let in the bar. You’d rolled your eyes at his quip, but figured what the hell, why not? Free drinks right?

A couple hours into the night, and you were gone. Tequila always got the better of you, but Saul had been following you shot for shot, and he seemed perfectly lucid. He was definitely buzzed, but nowhere near as much as you. You’d laughed over the other’s embarrassing stories, talked about your families, all the things you wanted to know about each other but never got the time to discuss. He was a fun drinking partner, and you said something about doing this more often, to which he agreed. You leaned over the counter, tilting your stool a little too far, about to order another round when he stopped you.

“I think you’ve had enough, kid,” He said, pulling you back and resting his hand on the small of your back to stabilize you. “Me personally, I could do another 3, but I don’t want to set a bad example. Come on, it’s late. You can spend the night at my place, if you want,” He patted you as he stood up.

There was that endearing quality to him. For all his jokes and teasing, you knew he cared about you. He held out his hand to help you off the bar stool. You stumbled a bit, but he was there to catch you. The two of you walked out to his car, and he opened the door for you. You’d say chivalry was alive and well, but in all honesty you were probably just too drunk to figure out the handle.

The car ride back to his place was mostly quiet. You gazed out the window at the ABQ’s night sky. The songs on the radio had you absentmindedly swaying from side to side. At one point, one of Saul’s radio ads came on, and the two of you laughed. He pulled up to his mansion and turned the car off.

“You still with me, kid?” He asked. You nodded your head. “Good, let me get the door for you.” He got out of the car and walked around. You were still swaying to a song that stopped playing 5 minutes ago, only stopping when the passenger door caught your attention.

“Thank youuu,” You slurred, trying to crawl out of your seat, but you were still buckled in. You had no idea what was keeping you trapped, so you tried to squirm out of your seat, to no avail, of course.

Saul chuckled at your attempt to get out. You were wasted. “Anytime, kid.” He replied, leaning over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Again, he held his hand out to help you out of the car. You smiled up at him, still holding on to him as he walked you into the house.

“You knoooow, I thought of… I thought of something else I wanted to tell you,” You said, swinging your arm that was holding his hand. “It’s a seeecret.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, raising his eyebrow as he unlocked the front door. He thought it was funny how silly you were acting. Usually, you were nothing but composed and professional around him. Now, your face was bright red, and you needed his help with the most simple of tasks. “Tell me,” He opened the door and gestured for you to come inside.

You giggled as you stepped into the house, turning around to look at him with a cheeky smile as he closed the door and locked it. “I’m trans.”

His eyes widened at your confession. He didn’t seem angry or upset, just surprised, perhaps a little intrigued. You figured that’d be the case. You hadn’t met any other trans people since coming to Albuquerque, so it was just easier to be stealth than explain yourself every time.“What? Really?” He asked.

“Yeeep.”

“Pardon my uh,” Saul cleared his throat, “pardon my ignorance, but does that mean you have a, uh… a vagina?”

“Yeeeeeeeeeep.”

Now he was the one blushing. Having an affirmative answer to his intimate question, his surprise turned to overwhelming curiosity. “Well, can I tell you something?” He asked, slowly stepping towards you. He put his hands on your hips. Perhaps he just wanted to help your balance, but he had something else in mind. He had an idea.

“Suuure,” You replied, punctuating your answer with a giggle. The alcohol had really messed you up. You just shared your most private secret with your boss, and you thought it was funny.

“Well, the truth is…” Saul leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I don’t believe you.”

“Pshhhh, whaaat?” You placed your hand on his chest and nudged him off you. He stood up straight and you looked him in the eye. “You want me to prove it?”

Saul’s breath hitched in his throat. His pants suddenly felt tighter. You’d basically just offered yourself up to him, right? Was it really that easy? Were you really that easy? He’d be an idiot not to take you up on it. He called your bluff. “I think you have to.”

You were a lot of things, but not a liar. He held his hand out to you once more, and led you up the stairs into his gaudy bedroom, the ornate designs on the walls only disorienting you further. How you managed to avoid face-planting onto the floor was nothing short of a miracle. When he let you go, you peeled your shirt off and pointed at your top surgery scars. “Still don’t believe me?”, you teased.

“Hm… I dunno,” Saul played along, loving your newfound confidence. He would definitely need to get you drunk again. “That’s not what I asked you about, is it?”

You got the hint. You unbuckled your pants, sliding them off, and your underwear followed. You plopped down on his satin sheets and spread your legs. You didn’t break eye contact the whole time. You still had a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

Saul was stunned. He was sure he was dreaming. Here you were, fully naked, spread open for him, looking up at him, on display like a whore. And you had the most beautiful cunt he’d ever laid eyes on. It took everything within him to resist pouncing on you. He had to play it cool.

“Wow…” He mumbled, kneeling down in front of you. His hands crawled up your thighs and pushed your legs open even more. He was face to face with your cunt. “You weren’t kidding, huh?,” He was fascinated by your clit, how big it was, how it’d feel to touch it, how it’d feel in his mouth. He wanted to touch you. He had to touch you. “Does it,” he dragged his hand from your thigh, stopping when his thumb was over your clit, “work the same as a woman’s?” He flicked his thumb, and your whole body twitched in response.

You gasped. He barely even touched you yet, and you were already putty in his hands. “Y-yeah…” you moaned. He stroked your clit while you talked, eager to break you down even further. “If a-” Twitch. “-nything it’s more-” Twitch. “ngh.. more s-sensitive…” Twitch. You could feel yourself getting wetter.

“Yeah?” Saul teased, snaking his hands up to grab your hips, adjusting you so your ass was off the edge of the bed and your legs rested on his shoulders. He was salivating at the sight in front of him. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Perfect.” He dove his face into your pussy, licking up and down your slit in a frenzy.

You practically screamed when he went down on you. Your moans echoed throughout the room. You fell back onto the bed, one hand grasping the sheets, the other grabbing his hair and holding on for dear life. You were sensitive normally, but the alcohol had you writhing beneath him. Every flick of his tongue had you shaking. He wrapped his lips around your clit, bobbing his head back and forth to suck you off.

“F-fuck! Saul!” Goddamn, he was good. There was no way he had been with a trans guy before, but he was devouring you. He was working you in all the right ways. You tried grinding against him, desperate for more friction, but his grasp on your hips stopped you. You were at his mercy. He could tell what you wanted though, and brought one of his hands down to your pussy. Two fingers prodded your drenched, eager hole before sliding inside. His reward for that was a pathetic, pleading moan. You felt him chuckle against your clit, the vibrations like a shockwave that resonated through your whole body. He pumped his fingers in and out. Obscene wet sounds accompanied his movements.

Saul pulled his mouth off you for a brief second and gasped for air. His fingers sped up to make up for the absence of his mouth on you. You glanced down at him. His mouth was covered in your juices. He was panting heavily. His eyes met yours and he smirked. He quickly dove back in. He was drunk off your body. You’d figured he was a pervert, but this was beyond anything you could’ve imagined. It was disgusting. It was addicting. He was shamelessly slurping you up, desperate to take you, break you, and make you his. He curled his fingers into just the right spot, and you lost it.

“Fuck! Saul, god. Fuck! Please… more! Do that again please! Please! Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please!”

Your begging was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. He obliged, pressing his fingers against that same spot over and over again. Your head flew back into the covers and your back arched. He needed you to cum, you needed to cum, and you felt yourself teetering over the edge. It wasn’t long before you did, an iron grip on his hair forcing him as far down into your cunt as he could go. You’d neglected to mention that you were a squirter, and you didn’t even think of it until you felt liquid seeping into his mouth. When you realized what was happening, you panicked and let him go, though the tequila had definitely stunted your reaction time.

He managed to swallow quite a bit, but still coughed as he pulled away from you. You clumsily hoisted yourself onto your elbows, looking down to see if he was okay. He seemed alright, though he was attempting to catch his breath. His face was glistening with your essence, and his suit now had an incredibly large and incredibly embarrassing wet spot. Shit, he still had his clothes on? How did you not notice? Your eyes followed his body as he stood up, until you locked eyes. He was staring at you with pure lust. His eyes were burning a hole into you. You were beneath him, and you felt the slightest bit of shame for the first time that night.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Saul. I-“ His finger pressed against your lips, cutting you off mid-apology.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay,” He cooed. “You couldn’t help it, yeah? It felt good, huh?” The hand by your lips moved to caress your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. You didn’t realize his other hand was undoing his belt.

You gulped. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you nodded your head at his questions. His touch was comforting, satiating, and embarrassing all at once.

“Look at me, baby boy,” Saul grabbed your chin and tilted you up, forcing you to make eye contact. “And use your words. Did I make you feel good?”

“Y-… yes, Saul.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Saul… you… you made me feel good.”

“Good boy. I knew you’d enjoy it,” He planted a gentle kiss against your cheek, “Such a good…” and against your neck, “little…” and slammed his cock into your pleading hole, “slut.”

You screamed again once he entered you, and he silenced you by pressing his lips against yours. He gave you no time to adjust to him, establishing a relentless pace just as suddenly as he entered you. You moaned into his mouth as he worked you over. You wrapped your legs around his back, allowing for his cock to reach even deeper within you. He broke the kiss to lean back and take in the sight of you, totally vulnerable, whimpering and trembling with his every movement. He could barely contain his excitement.

“That’s it, whore. Take it. Just let it happen.” Saul growled. His voice was so raspy and grating. His demeaning words were grinding down any integrity you felt you had. His demeanor had changed in a flash. The gentle, nurturing touch he had before was gone, something more sadistic in its place, and you loved it.

You could barely find the words to string your thoughts together, “God…! ngh… fuck… Please more! Saul… Harder! More!”

“More?” He scoffed. ”You want it that bad, bitch?”

“God, yes! Please! Fuck! More! I need it. I nee-“ Your incessant whining was cut off by a backhand. You yelped at the hit and clenched even tighter around him.

“Shut up! God, you’re annoying. Fine, you want more? Here,” Saul took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Here you go, faggot.”

You initially panicked at the cutoff of your oxygen supply, but it fueled your desire even more. The fact that he could be so doting and so violent, so sweet and so cruel, it drove you crazy. You had a vice around your neck and a smile on your face.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Are all cuntboys sluts like you?” Saul asked, his grip on your throat relaxing just enough so that you wouldn’t black out. You coughed and sputtered as the air hit you. “You disgusting fucking freak. I bet that’s why you told me, huh? I bet you told me you had a pussy cause you were just praying I’d stick my cock in it.” He slapped you again. “Pathetic tranny. You’re lucky you feel so good. You’re a better fuck than any woman I’ve ever had. So fucking tight, and no one’s ever cum so hard for me before. Ruined a perfectly good suit.” His twisted praise was pressing all the right buttons.

Your grasp on reality was slipping. You’d lost the ability to speak, egging him on with only your body and an aria of insatiable moans. Every degrading epithet drove you further and further into him.

“Maybe I’ll get rid of your desk at the office and just have you kneel between my legs all day. Does that sound good? I bet it does. A dirty cuntboy like you would probably jump at the chance to service a real man, especially one who’ll fuck you ‘til you break.” He punctuated his monologue with another slap across your face.

He was right. He was so, so right. You wanted it all. You wanted to be his property. A cute little fucktoy that he could empty himself in whenever he had a break between clients. You were losing yourself. You could feel yourself nearing your peak. Blissful tears began to well in the corners of your eyes. You were inching closer and closer to becoming the brainless sex doll he saw you as. It took all your remaining cognition to ask for release.

“P-P-Please… Saul… lemme… c-cum… Please…”

With your pitiful request, something changed within him. He smiled, that warm genuine smile you’d come to know him for, and took your cock between his fingers. He began to stroke you rapidly and placed a tender kiss on your quivering lips before he spoke. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

And you did. You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed as he pulled another orgasm from you, a familiar wetness rushing out and filling the space between your bodies. Saul hissed as you let go, your walls spasming around him had thrown off his mechanical rhythm. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he pulled out and jerked himself over you.

“‘S good, kid. Real good,” His voice sounded strained as he frantically stroked his cock. “Hold still for me. Gonna make you look nice and pretty, ok?”

You nodded, and the sight of you so eager for his cum made him snap. He came with a loud groan, painting your face and chest white. You mewled as you felt his seed coat your skin. You both panted heavily as you came down from your highs together. You’d had your eyes closed, but they jolted open once you heard a camera click. You were greeted by your boss holding his phone. Did he just…?

“Wanted to capture the moment,” he said, turning his phone around to show you the picture. Your cheeks were bright red, you had bruises on your neck, and you were splattered with cum. “Though with how gorgeous you look, can you really blame me?” He was clearly proud of himself.

You tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, but you were practically boneless. Rough sex and alcohol were not a good combination for dexterity.

“Easy there, tiger. Let me get that for you.” Saul propped you upright and grabbed a tissue off the nightstand. He gently dabbed your skin with the tissue, touching you like you would shatter if he put too much pressure on you, a strange contrast to how he treated you not minutes before. You hummed contentedly and leaned into his touch. When he was done cleaning you up, he cupped your face in his hands and left a kiss on your forehead.

“Good job, kid.”

#saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #gene takovic #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman x ftm reader #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill x ftm reader #gene takovic x reader #gene takovic x ftm reader #brba #bcs #breaking bad #better call saul #saul goodman smut #jimmy mcgill smut #gene takovic smut #nsft #ftm reader

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ivymarquis · 11 months

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Weeeeee lets gooooo (links going to my ao3). Also this has been sitting here since may lmao my bad I am incredibly slow. This might be too many examples but OH WELLLLLLLL~

Late Bloomer is one of my faves that I've written. More or less all of my kinks eventually lead back to the Rome that is breeding kink with me, and this one basically incorporates all of those. I'm a sucker for some good a/b/o, breeding, etc.,

Happy isn't really one of my better known fics (that I'm aware of, anyway), and if I was the type of person who was able to consistently work on long fics I could have made a good one with this concept but like..... lowkey the overarching summary vibe kinda works for me

All Good Things Same thing- not one of my more popular fics, but I love this one. It explores the dynamics of the cult vs hope county locals a bit, is soft with Jacob and Shiloh hedging around each other. I know most people are for the raunchy porn and I gladly deliver but sometimes I want my soft shit

Better Late Than Never Same as above, but Jacob deserves a nap and the family he always wanted. This man absolutely had aspirations of breaking the cycle and the way he continues to perpetuate it via the trials is something that I just cannot shake.

Quality Over Quantity This one was just unfettered filth. My thought process was "Jacob would probably have some weird breeding shit going on with the Chosen right???? He treats people like cattle there's no way this is where he draws the line." Low key could gone either way because I don't actually recall any female chosen in game so like..... either few female chosen being hunted by a gaggle of dudes or like....a hoard of women hand picked and sequestered away solely for- ANYWAY I'M A GODLESS WHORE

What You Want** This is a lesson in why I don't write multi-parters other than one shots and the occasional sequel (See: Late Bloomer). It took 3 (!!!!) years to write this shit lmfao Scratches the same itches as Late Bloomer but also has Jacob-esque mind fuckery directed @ the Deputy CC coded tbh, and just all around a darker vibe which I love.

Apex Predator** Re-reading back on the first chapter, I did a way better job on this than I felt when I initially published it. I still wanna work on this but alas 1) COD brainrot has me in a chokehold right now 2) Please refer back to how it took me 3 years to write a 3 part fic, and this is gonna be a big ol multichapter piece. Imma be working on this shit when they drop FC 10 LMAO. But God just all the ideas I've got for Jacob and CC? They're gonna drive each other insane.

** What You Want and Apex Predator are dark fics for those of you not already familiar with them, click with caution and read the fing tags lol

I like how there is one overwatch fic and I'm not even really that big of a Genji girl myself and then the rest of this is just my deranged obsession with a 40-something cannible.

#far cry 5 #overwatch #genji x reader #jacob seed x deputy #dark!fic #thank you for letting me ramble <3 #ivy answers #my writing

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celestie0 · 2 months

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IT’S CELESTIEFAN3000 i have to say i like tumblr way more than ao3 so i’ll be using this to comment from now on 😋 But i would like to personally thank you for writing chapter 9, your author voice is genuinely so appealing and HONESTLY you could pass off as a literal professional author if I didn’t know this was fanfiction!

Now for the uglier feelings: (please ignore typos or other mistakes i wrote a lot. I am very normal about kickoff, obviously)

I SOBBED LIKE A BABY MIDWAY AND BECAME A CRYING SOUND EFFECT AT THE END OK OK OKAYYYYYYY 😭😭💫💫 I’m still dizzy and lightheaded from the effect ur writing gives me (THIS IS A GOOD THING) it’s so addicting i need more😭‼️ UGHHHH the way you build that exact RIGHT amount of comfort to compensate for the suffering you’ve but us through but still managed to EDGE US AT THE END . I WISH YOU WEREN’T SO GOOD AT THIS FANFICTION THING, BECAUSE DAMN! 😭😭😭😭

The scenes were so fucking beautiful, I love the peaceful atmosphere that rain gives and how you were able to contrast that as an escape from that horrible loud and noisy bar to just a horrible man!!!!! You really know how to direct scenes and i can not express in words how much they mean to me 🥹🥹😭😭😭

I feel like I’ve overused the crying face emoji too much in my ask BUT I ACTUALLY MEAN IT HERE EVERY TIME I can fill an entire glass up of my tears that kickoff caused me to shed alone 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Everything was just great vegetables, this chapter will definitely be haunting me while I sleep but it ended with an amazing scenario to build off of and dream about RIGHT?☺️ Anyway, my last words here are that I admire how you’ve been working on this project for around a couple months now nonstop, but the quality has not dropped and has instead improved despite it getting really tiring the more you carry on with it! Maybe that’s just how I feel about finishing what I’ve started LMAO but it’s so impressive every time I see someone able to pull that off, I’ve seen some fics succumb to the tragedy of “i-just-want-to-get-this-over-with-because-the-concept-no-longer-interests-me-anymore”-ness 😔 BUT WITH KICKOFF! I’m so happy that the author is as passionate about the characters and plot in their fanfiction as I am, and hard work really does pay off! (for the reader, hard work is waiting 3 weeks for a new fic— but the read’s always better the longer you wait 😉)

My ADHD really came out here I deeply apologize but my ACTUAL final words are: I wish I had a bf like gojo, Oh My God You Are A Legend Ellie, You are most deserving person of meeting Gojo Satoru FIRST if he ever comes to life, it is 1am haha so i’m sleeping now ☺️🤍 Celestiefan300 out!

MY SWEET ANGEL BB CELESTIEFAN3000 😭🫶🏼💕💕 HI DEAR

UMM CAN I JUST SAY IM AB TO SOB ALR JUST FROM HOW LONG THIS ASK IS ??? PLS FORGIVE MY URGE TO RESPOND TO EVERY ASPECT OF IT

thank you sm for the compliments on the writinf omg i rly feel comin into my own now n finding my voice as i continue to write more so seeing u say that esp as a long term reader is just ssooo dhddldfk 🥺💕 brb gonna cry

PLS IM SO SORRY FOR THE SAD EMOTIONSS aaa yes the baby steps to build their relationship has been……baby stepping indeed LOL but it was so nice to write the scene at rhe end where gojo comforts her 😭💕 so excited to write lovey dovey gojo now

OMG STOPPP w the nice words i will literally eat u for breakfast🧍🏻‍♀️the contrast w the soothing rain & hectic bar scene 😭 u pointing that out just made me soooo freaking happyy and wahh im so glad the scenes resonate w you :””) <33

ME TOO I FEEL IM HOLDING BACK ALL THE 😭😭😭 WMOJIS I COULD USE READING THIS ASK

awhh thanks darling im so happy kickoff has ur continued interest and AW to hear its improving means sm to me 🥺💕 im so passionate ab it, it has been so cathartic to write, and although its also hard to write sometimes bc of the personal aspects, it’s so joyous to me and i look forward to seeing it thru to the end w the same amt of passion. HAHAHA its hard work to read tho damn 😮‍💨 ur not wrong!! and also yes i too will be daydreaming of what happens next 🤣

my final words: i love u sm, YOU deserve a satoru (but i will gladly have him too if u say so🙈), so blessed to have u as a reader, and please get some good sleep my love <33

eeeeeee 🫶🏼💕

#celestiefan3000 #my love my life #kickoff #asks #anon

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mcalhenwrites · 1 year

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. I put almost all my work in a private collection so most of my work is "grounded" from being seen lmao 1. all to see you smile Ferdinand rolls out the scroll across the wooden table, using ornamental paperweights to prevent it curling up on him. The eyes of the royal correctional officer, Clifford, are on him as he reads through the ancient cursive. “This can’t be serious. I’ve never heard of this.” Clifford shrugs. “I don’t make the rules.” “Are you sure this isn’t a forgery? You’re not pulling a prank on me?” Ferdinand eyes him sternly. “No, but this would be a fantastic joke. I’m enjoying your reaction.” 2. A year spent together, as always Hazel wriggles closer to Ferdinand’s side. Their room shouldn’t be so cold, but there’s something marvelous to be said about sharing warmth in bed with a loved one. 3. Eda, Darling I have no attachments to this house. It is not where I raised my children from babies to adulthood. All those memories are at the property Willie sold before we moved into this excessively grand place where I have lived almost a decade now. Until tonight. 4. Rascal The slipper slaps across the seat of his trousers, pushing him forward as his fingernails leave new scratches under the lip of his wooden desk. The rubber sole stings even through two layers of cotton. Merciless strokes leave oval prints on the flesh of his backside. 5. Woeful Spring Colds A dry feeling nags at Ferdinand’s throat as he pedals his bicycle home from the grocery store. He careens over to the side and stops. Ahead of him, Hazel glances over his shoulder and swings back around. 6. Stargazers' Hill For the first time in their lives, the people at the Glasser Mortuary did the opposite of their jobs: they pulled a body out of a casket. This one happened to be breathing, which was fortunate for all of them. Humphrey Glasser did not need his hard-earned reputation to be shaken by a police investigation. 7. Ravish Him Hazel Raston might have been a little drunk when he first spotted Ferdinand Aletto standing by the nearest exit of the dormitory common room. So drunk, in fact, that he snagged Sinclair’s sleeve and hissed much too loudly in his ear, “Who is he? I want to ravish him.” Specifically, Hazel wanted to rip the stranger’s buttons off his shirt with his teeth and lick his chest down to his navel until he had his cock in his mouth. 8. Ungrateful Little Princeling I don’t care. That’s the thought that continually crosses Hazel’s mind as his father rambles about the quality of the car model. Real gold, real chrome—it’s impressive for a collectable item, but Hazel doesn’t want it. There is someone out in the world who would better appreciate this model. Hazel thinks it’s tacky. 9. Fresh The brown-haired version of Fayt stared down at his doppelganger. A rivulet of blood ran from his temple to cheek, a souvenir of Albel’s sword. More of it dampened the front of his shirt. His breathing came jagged, raspy. Death was imminent. He would no longer be a threat. The superstition went that if you saw your doppelganger, you would die. What happened when the doppelganger died first? 10. Pretty Cute Smile

Some small part of Demyx knew he wasn’t invited whenever he dropped in at Ansem’s lab for any reason outside of business, that the researchers found him incredibly annoying at even the best of times. He pretended to never pick up on their disdain. Why bother with the particulars? He enjoyed Ienzo’s company, and he was going to have it one way or another. In fact, maybe he liked Ienzo a little better than Zexion, because Ienzo smiled. And that smile was pretty cute. Tagging: @yume-x-hanabi @iseliadragonwill @latte-cosmico @ringnis @squidlykitten @flamingo-bubbles @somegiantmess (do you write fics? I could swear you do? XD) @cyanidesouffle @yoshigali and @thatwindingpath although some people I tagged aren't super active ;A; Apologies if you didn't want tagged! Just ignore this if so!

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ladyniniane · 5 months

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No disrespect but you said quantity over quality as if shorter plentiful chapters were not good enough but that's ok

Lmao anon, you're still at it?

As you've pointed out yourself, I said quantity over quality. If you have been on Wattpad, you've certainly seen some of these stories with a lot of engagement but that are either: 1) Riddled with typos (and I'm not talking about the occasional mistake that every human being makes) 2) Lack coherence or consistency because the author just writes what comes. Those stories often have many short chapters released in a short period of time. This doesn't mean that having short chapters is necessarily bad and that should be obvious.

After that, I expressed my preference for AO3 because it doesn't have an algorithm.

Now, anon, I don't think you're here in good faith. You're just nitpicking and putting your own interpretation over a random post. You're making a fuss about nothing and yes, that's disrespectful.

I hope you find something productive to do with your day. For my part, I have better things to do. If you still have time to loose and send another ask, know that I won't answer it.

#it's flattering to see that I've lurkers though #idk why you're here and what you're hoping to achieve #but I'm flabbergasted

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jareicanon · 7 months

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I love your fics!!!!! They're so beautiful 🥹I want to know- how long have you been writing for to become so good? Haha

WAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH <333

I’ve been writing for a lot of years now, I’d put it roughly at 8 years total?? Maybe?? Not sure. But I spent a lot of free time/school hours (when I wasn’t supposed to be writing lol) doing my own thing, but even back then my quality of writing wasn’t great—

But like— That’s the whole point of practicing right? Like. You get better with time and practice.

I DEFINITELY HAVE — if you go back to my earlier works in ao3 from when I joined (last October I think?), so nearly a year ago, the quality of my writing is… yikes!!!! And that was after I’d had like a whole year off from writing after I had insane writers block.

Now I’d say I’m pretty decent, but I’m still improving! Be that character portrayal, descriptions or dialogue.

And fun fact, I only made myself an ao3 account in order to force myself to get back into writing, in order to practice descriptions — which are my weakness when it comes to writing, as I default to dialogue — and to have a record of me writing (with dates included), so I’d be forced to keep it up in writing and not spend months in an odd limbo of not writing, like I’d done before (my writers block beforehand had lasted for several months and then I’d really struggled in getting back into writing and enjoying it).

But yeah! I’m still improving myself, even if I’ve been writing for a while. I can still find faults within my own writing (name one writer who can’t, I’ll wait), but like— I’ve definitely improved since last year, you know?

I try not to put too much emphasis on myself to “be good” with how poor my own self reflection is, but honestly, how my writing has come so far is mainly down to me strictly sitting down and making myself practice by doing a rough draft every few days and then when I can’t bear to look over it anymore, posting it so it’s out there and done and then moving onto the next.

I hate being told this lmao so I sympathise if it’s annoying, but seriously— Practice does pay off. It might take a while to see the results (and I sympathise here too; it’s irritating when you don’t think you’re making any progress), but they will show up!

Keep writing what you enjoy for YOU and for NO ONE ELSE (bc if you start doing it for others your love of writing may start to wear down) and it will pay off!

#riza rambles #a lot!!#rizalore #rizamuse #riza talks forever lmao #fanfiction #author #writer #practice!!!!#i hate being told to practice but honestly it’s the only way you improve #hope this helps!#??? i sort of go off topic for a bit my bad

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Can i request like headcanons of Revenant with a male reader who loves physical touch, cuddles and stuff but rev doesn't know how to react to affection and tries his best to comfort them?

(also ur kay/o headcanons is *chefs kiss* robots needs more love, have a lovely day)

rev needs a hug honestly

(TYSM I WAS WORRIED IT WASNT VERY GOOD FHDKDKDKF also YOU TOO TY)

also fair warning im a little new to writing in a blog style, im more familiar with stuff like ao3, so im still experimenting with how im formatting things, warnings, info, titles, etc. ill admit I wasn't really thinking when I made the previous post, hence the lack of title, warnings, info, etc (I apologize for that sksjdjdk). so, bear with me, im still experimenting and fucking around with things, itll be a bit before i figure it all out <3

hfjddkd sorry I got a little carried away and made it a full story ;; and sorry its not very much like how your request asked, I got an idea and ran with it (Im so good at not following requests properly fr)

extra info? the romantic relationship is newly formed, and having a bit of a rocky start, you're both still figuring everything out.

warnings? angst, a bit of violent behavior on rev's part lmao, other than that its mostly fluff

soft guy

Only what could be described as a panicked mechanical grunt emitted from Revenant, as arms wrapped around his midsection without warning. Without missing a beat, he whipped around while simultaneously exiting his assailant's grip, prepared to attack, his hands already molded into the sharp blades his victims knew all too well, prepared to kill.

However, he backed down nearly immediately, realizing who his alleged attacker was; you, his boyfriend, completely and utterly terrified. Normally, the simulacrum loves scaring people, it's why he joined the games, to strike fear into those unfortunate enough to have the horrifying, sadistic and merciless Revenant as their opponent. Something about the power trip is so enticing to him. But him, scaring you? No, he cannot afford to drive you away. He won't let the one person even remotely interested in spending time with him escape, as selfish as it sounds. You're too special to lose.

He grunted, his hands reverted to their previous state, his fingers wiggled around a bit, finding their places once more. He glares at you. "Skinsuit, you can't pull shit like that, unless you want to be impaled." His voice laced with malice, he had a scary quality about him. If you knew him better, you would know better than to think of this as a genuine threat if you knew him well, rather, it was a red herring, a veil. If you knew him better, you wouldn't think he was set on hurting you, really it was just a concerned warning, in his own way. He doesn't do well with surprises, and he isn't used to intimate touch yet, let alone a surprise hug, which is unfortunate for you, a lover of touch and intimacy, however, you didn't know him well enough to identify the veiled warning, and took it as it seemed; a genuine threat. You stumbled backwards slightly. His dim yellow optics convey some sort feeling of.. Regret? Dissatisfaction? You couldn't tell, it was definitely something negative, for sure.

You were shaking a bit, and tears were threatening to flow. Was he really about to kill you right then and there, without a second thought? Fuck, this guy was scary. "Ah- Sorry.. I uh, I didn't think you'd react like that.." Revenant's gaze softened, and looked way more friendly- well, maybe not friendly. Passive? Something along those lines. He eyed your face, analyzing it. He walked over to you, and you flinched slightly as he came close. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?" His tone was quiet and soft, eyes attentive, his voice still managed to hold that attractive gravelly effect. He knelt down so you were eye to eye, he was obviously trying to make his body language look less threatening, though it wasn't very effective. "Look at me." You were afraid of what he'd do if you didn't, so you complied. Revenant sighed, and paused for a moment, unhappy at your fear. "Look... I'm sorry, okay? I... fuck..." He sighed, his confidence faltering. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, skinbag." He looked away, embarrassed at his confession, and he took a deep breath through his artificial lungs. "I... damnit.." You swore his "cheeks" were turning pink. "I want you to... feel safe.. with me.." He breathed out a handful of curses. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing as he huffed, his internal fans were noticeably whirring now. He stood back up normally, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

Holy shit.

This guy really does care, doesn't he? The tough guy persona was really starting to get to you, so much so that you were starting to think he didn't like you. Though his stubborn and rude attitude really were just an act. You were happy he could be open and vulnerable with you, even if it wasn't a whole lot, and not for very long, it was a small step, and that was everything to you. He was embarrassed, but he succeeded, it meant so much to you that he could sacrifice his ego just for your well-being. You really meant something to him, you had to. Your tears and fear were long gone, in fact, a smile was nearly on your face. Your doubts about this relationship were melting away by the second, maybe this would last. Revenant didn't seem to be the type to have such moments of weakness, especially this early on in a relationship. Such a juxtaposition compared to how he's usually teasing you with horny remarks or jabs at you for whatever reason.

"Thanks Rev, that means a lot." His eyes glowed more intense, seems he likes the nickname. His stance had evened out now, standing normally. He hummed in approval, analyzing your face, memorizing every little detail, as well as searching for any possible sign you were hiding that you were upset. His eyes kept coming back to your lips. He was definitely smiling, and now so were you.

"You're handsome when you smile, skinsuit, y'know that?"

God he could kiss you right now.

And that he did.

#revenant x male reader #the r in fr is for revenant #god I love revenant #live laugh love?#more like #revenant revenant revenant

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nire-the-mithridatist · 1 year

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18, 36, 39, 45, 48, 49, 55, 68 & 75

sorry for going kinda ham on this lol. don't feel pressured to answer all of them!

I love this energy anon, never change ❤️

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Not particularly, which is why I have yet to write a fic set in a real historical period. (I didn't count sxf fics since in canon there's a bunch of anachronisms anyway.) Give and Take (Vincenzo fandom) is probably the fic that required the most research for me. I had to look up Korean governmental structures and gun calibers and strike team tactics (my husband, war nerd that he is, helped me create an action sequence where, as I requested, the main characters could escape by the skin of their teeth, mildly injured but otherwise well enough to have sex afterwards lmaooo)

36. What fic are you proudest of?

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) was a fic I wrote for the Vincenzo fandom where I really gave it my all. I pushed my genre comfort zones, I tried out a concept I had never written, I rewrote half of it into a different tense when I realized it wasn't working. It's nowhere near my most popular work but it is very near and dear to my heart, I really think I did a good job with it.

39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip?

I'm currently writing a fic tentatively called marrieds with benefits on my gdocs (currently considering spousal privilege as it's ao3 title) where. Well. Loid and Yor have sex a lot but it's totally platonic, and their feelings for each other are definitely unreciprocated, they're absolutely just fake marrieds who sleep together all the time no big deal it's fine it's fine it's fine

It's slow going because I've been busy and not very physically well, but I'm having fun!

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

Angst with a happy ending, for sure. I like writing something that hurts like pressing on a bruise hehe

48. Who is your favorite character to write for? Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

Currently Loid. This has not changed. My favorite character to read/watch is Yor, but I find writing her not as easy as writing this spy guy who lies to himself and everyone a lot.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

wakes as the world sleeps is not very long, falls about in the middle in terms of my writing quality ranges (imo anyway, i know others might disagree), and has the kind of vibes I like to write. It's a good starting point I think?

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

God yes. My characters like to smile and avert their eyes/look into the other eyes a lot. Those kinds of gestures, you know? I also tend to make them stumble over their words when they're emotional or unsettled. As for themes... Love against reason. Love against better judgement. I think often when I make them fall in love they would at least angst about it a little for whatever reason, lmao. But ultimately: the character finding the one person who understands them the most.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

Hmm, none come to mind. I mean, I've read my fair share of fics and I'm sure I get influenced by at least some of them, but I don't remember reading a fic and going hmm, I'm going to go and imitate that style!

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Really didn't expect readers to like Operation: Tin Foil as much as they did, because it's not my usual fare (more comedy and fluff, not a single angst particle in it) and a POV I didn't write a lot (Anya's). But also, I have learned to not expect anything when I put my work out there, because there's really no predicting how people will react.

Writing Ask Game

#ask game

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momentia · 2 years

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i want everyone to know that i was so upset about the weather last night that i wrote the first 800 words of something about sebastian and jet and malachi sleeping together to distract myself, and i doubt i’ll ever finish it (my google docs is where wips limp off to to die undisturbed) but it made me really happy last night and then again this morning when i reread it :)

#amber personal #is this better or worse than when i was obsessing over infdark? i guess i'm a filthy bootlicker for enjoying either one so lmao #the freedom presented by just not caring that i am Bad anymore and enjoying what i enjoy #truly glorious #it's like i had to become 5% worse in quality to gain like 50% better quality of life and i took it man #especially since i only really let it apply to fiction #i live like a nun outside of my gdocs and ao3 so like........ let me have this haha #looc

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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here’s a fact. hating someone is exhausting.

Again, another one I speed wrote between finishing up homework and playing genshin lmao I really need to work on that but oh well. Seeing the prompt immediately reminded me of The Hating Game and this is kind of based on that, so do with that information what you will :D Title is also a quote from the book!

Word Count: 1495 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Masterlist

Day 18 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: You're my work rival and we're stuck in an elevator

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It was a race, and they were tied for first place.

Then again, it’s not like there were any other competitors except for the two of them.

Aelin glanced at the clock and silently cursed, realizing that there wasn't much time left until the working day was done, and she desperately needed to finish this data analysis report for her boss to be able to look over the first thing Monday morning. The only caveat to this was that Rowan Whitethorn was also there until the last possible minute finishing his analysis report on a different department’s data collection.

If he wasn’t sitting directly across from her and constantly in her direct line of sight, it wouldn’t have been such a problem, but when she looked up to see his annoyingly handsome face with his gorgeous eyes and infuriatingly beautiful tattoo creeping out of his shirt’s collar, Aelin was just pissed off that he was such a dick.

Ever since Rowan had joined the company, his insane work ethic (that rivaled hers, honestly) and the fact that he had immediately begun to compete with her for the same manager promotion had Aelin understandably frustrated, and it seems that Rowan was frustrated as well. However, Aelin was nothing but professional, so she never acted on her annoyance with him until the small passive-aggressive and sarcastic comments shared between them turned the silent feud not-so-silent, or secret. Soon enough, the entire office was aware of the fact that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn hated each other and could not work together.

Of course, that just forced their boss to work together more often than not on data analysis projects, but they got their shit down. Somehow.

And now here they were, both working till the last possible second of the working day to show off their dedication to their jobs in order to somehow get the upper hand compared to the other. Everyone else had slowly begun to leave already, the office emptying out early especially with it being a Friday afternoon (even their boss had left), but this was an important report. With being promoted to a manager role, that would mean that they were the other’s boss, and Aelin wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle Rowan as her boss. He would definitely somehow make her working life hell, and she liked her job; she enjoyed working with the numbers and making graphs and analyzing these numbers.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and with every glance at the clock and at Rowan, her fingers worked faster, slowly beginning to cramp as she desperately tried to get that last sentence in so she could proofread it over quickly.

“How are you still writing, Galanthynius?” she heard Rowan taunt, and she rolled her eyes as she finished typing out her last thought. “You seem to be losing your touch.”

“Screw off, Whitethorn,” she growled, hitting enter and then saving the document — four times but who’s counting — before turning to look at his smug face. “Maybe you finished earlier because you didn’t have nearly as much detail as I do. It’s always quality over how fast something can get done, anyway.”

“Hmm, that wouldn’t make a difference if Maeve can’t look at the document bright and early on Monday, now would it?”

“Who said anything about her not having it done by Monday morning?” she asked, her eyes scanning the document over for any typos and coherency issues.

“Such arrogance.”

“It’s called confidence, Rowan. Maybe you’d attract more girls if you had any of that,” she replied sweetly. It was a blatant lie, though. He had enough confidence in himself that she was attracted to him. Not that she’d ever, ever, make that obvious to him.

“Not like you go out on many dates, either.” Aelin saved the file yet again after another read through, and she sent it to the printer, and she stood up, moving to the printer. Rowan followed her.

“How do you know I don’t have one tonight?”

“I think you’d be bragging about it much more if you did.”

Aelin leaned against the printer as it worked, and she ran her eyes over him. It was unfair how hot he looked in a white button-up collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and gray slacks, but it wasn’t like she was unaware that she looked hot today as well. It was a navy long sleeved dress with a gold belt cinching around her waist and a v-neck that went deep enough to barely be considered professional.

“I don’t need to brag about my dates,” she said, turning to pick up her papers and stapling them. “I think my clothes are enough.”

Aelin saw his eyes roam over her, lingering on the v-neck, before snapping back to her face. “I suppose so. I’ve seen you look like a nun, so this is definitely something special.”

“Aw,” she cooed. “You like it. Now, if you’d kindly get out of my way, I have something to submit before I leave.”

She walked away from him and set the report on Maeve’s desk before picking up all of her belongings and packing it away and moving to leave the office. Waiting for the elevator took a bit, and by that time Rowan had joined her, silently standing next to her. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival, and they both got on, still in utter silence until there was a loud clanging sound as the elevator jerked. Aelin lost her balance as she let out a cry of surprise, tumbling into Rowan’s side. He grabbed onto her waist to steady her with one hand braced on the side of the elevator, and the lights within had turned off before turning to a soft blinking red.

“What’s going on?” she asked, pushing herself away from him. Rowan moved to press a button on the elevator before they both realized that the building had lost power, effectively trapping them in the elevator.

“Shit,” he cursed, “we’re stuck.”

Aelin pressed the emergency speaking button, “Hello? Is anyone there? We’re stuck in the elevator.”

The speaker crackled to life immediately afterwards, with someone asking if they were okay and how many people were in the elevator before saying that the firefighters were on their way, but it would take at least half an hour.

“Well this is fantastic,” Aelin sighed, leaning against the wall.

“Too bad you’re missing out on your date,” Rowan said.

“Yeah, well at least you get to grace yourself in my presence for a bit longer.”

“As if I need more of you in my life.”

Aelin scoffed. “People could always use more of me in their lives. You wouldn’t be having nearly as much fun at work without me.”

“WIthout you? You can’t deal with half the tech problems we get if it weren’t for me. How did you make do without me?”

“Perfectly fine, Rowan, trust me.” In their heated conversation, she hadn’t realized when she’d moved away from the wall and instead was so close to Rowan that she could feel his body heat. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled him snug against her body, and her hands landed on his firm chest.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered.

Aelin smiled, “I don’t care.”

She wasn’t sure if she had moved first or he had, but the next thing she knew, her arms were around his neck and both his hands were on her waist as their lips moved in tandem.

He was intoxicating as his lips devoured hers, and her brain spun as her body heated up in his hold.

Holy shit, Rowan was an amazing kisser.

She leaned up on her toes to get better access to his lips, and he leaned down even further. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Who needed air when he was kissing her like that? It wasn’t possible for her to want to keep doing this with a man she hated, but her body didn’t care about that. Her body wanted Rowan’s hands all over her. Her body wanted him to slam her against the wall, hard enough that all she could feel was his body against hers.

Fortunately (or unfortunately?), her brain restarted, and Aelin pushed away from him, her chest heaving as she took gulps of air.

As the two looked at each other in silence, there wasn’t anything for them to say. She knew Rowan felt the same as she did. This was a mistake. An insanely amazing mistake, but a mistake regardless.

“This was a one time thing,” she breathed, and he nodded, his eyes still burning into her.

Thankfully, the elevator jerked slightly yet again as the speaker turned on again. “Good news, the power’s back, so everything’s fine.

“Great, thanks,” Rowan responded, and once they had arrived at the ground floor, Aelin resisted the urge to grab him again.

That could not happen again.

#rowaelinmonth #day 18 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #hating game au

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