#don’t matter if i was in the right cuz if someone did what I did I’d be like what the fuck

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

w.c. › 3.8k

Plot › you end up winning a call to a camboy/sex worker, you watch a lot!! Though it’s a bit embarrassing learning you’re one of the few men in his usual audience. Based off this.

Warnings › gojo a bit cocky sometimes—this takes place in a normal world. Reader is 19, gojo is 25. Some… straight stuff mentioned cuz gojo fucks a girl during his streams, bi gojo agenda!!

Kinks › praise, size kink, (attempts at) dirty talk…

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: ̗̀➛

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

𝗦𝗶𝘅𝗲𝘆𝗲!

↳ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ

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No way. You just gasped in your coffee shop, literally as your coworker was calling for you to serve a cake to someone.

You were never a lucky person. Most and every thing you ever entered in a prize to win something, being money or an item, you never won. Never, not once. You had assumed you just was an unlucky guy in those type of things.

So when you applied for the giveaway for the chat, you did it just cause.

And you won!

You fucking won.

“(Name) if you don’t hurry up and serve this poor lady her cake!” Your coworker, Nobara screamed.

You rushed out with the cake and quickly gave the girl it, ignoring the glare she gave you for being so rushed. That didn’t matter! You had to tell Nobara. You practically sprinted to her and dragged her to the employee lounge.

“What is your problem?” She asked, pulling her arm away from your tight grip. “It’s like you were trying to rip my arm off…”

“Look, look!” You shoved your phone in her face, earning a tight glare as she snatched it out of your hands. Her eyes glanced over the screen as she mumbled to herself, reading the message. It took about thirty seconds before she seemed to understand what the fuck she was reading.

“Seriously? You got a free call with your favorite pornstar?” She placed your phone on the countertop and shuffled over to the fridge.

“You don’t understand! I hardly ever win giveaways!”

Nobara glanced back at you. “Okay, same here. Are you alright, (Name)? Are the toys not enough?” She asked with a fake sense of pity.

You glared at her. “The toys are just fine!”

“Sure, sure. Well, what do you get from the win?”

“Uh, a free thirty minute private chat.”

“She’s also a camgirl?”

“No… it’s a camboy.”

Nobara blinked. “Oh. So it’s a gay camboy.”

“Also.. no… he’s only fucked women on the videos he posted on Twitter..”

Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Let’s hope he’s not going to be upset a dude just won his giveaway.”

You panicked slightly, “wait, you think he’ll be upset?”

“Maybe not. But if I were you, I’d make sure to not show my face on camera or speak on the mic.” She said, patting you on the back before leaving the lounge.

Any sort of happiness basically dwindled. She was right. You didn’t know this guy and while realistically, he can’t do anything to hurt you… He could end up getting angry and disgusted you won his call when the majority of his fan base has always been women.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone and looked at the email, wondering if it’d be worth it. Just as you were about to email back that you couldn’t do it—you got a text message on your Twitter.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 :

↳ Did you get the email?

You fainted.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“You boys are so overdramatic.”

You can hear Nobara judging you. You feel the soft winds of someone fanning you, your head resting gently on their legs. With hesitance, you open your eyes, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding you.

Oh, it’s just Inumaki and Megumi.

Inumaki was the one holding your head on his lap while Megumi lazily fanned you with a makeshift paper fan. Megumi rolled his eyes once he noticed you were awake, moving to get up from the floor.

“Good?” Megumi asked, holding his hand out as he helped you get up.

‘We found you on the floor,’ Inumaki signed, getting up as well. ‘What happened?’

You pursed your lips, unsure if you wanted to tell them that you got shocked that a pornstar you’ve been following for over a year now messaged you. Nobara was heard stifling with laughter in the corner.

You quickly, and messily, signed that you were fine back to Inumaki. “Uh, just felt lightheaded. Y’know how the AC isn’t working well anymore.”

“Like those toys.” Nobara suddenly said.

‘Toys?’ Inumaki signed.

“You know what I mean, that emo boy of yours must use them too,” she said, ignoring the sudden blush on Inumkai’s face. Megumi groaned and moved to get his apron to begin his shift.

“Shut it, Nobara.” You whispered, glaring at her. She simply shrugged, smirking gleefully at the embarrassment she was bringing to you. You slipped out of your apron and placed it back, grabbing your bag as you began to clock out.

Inumaki and Megumi usually took over once you and Nobara were finished.

As you and Nobara left the cafe, she grinned mischievously at you. You looked straight ahead, not wanting to entertain her teasing.

“So, it couldn’t have been the email that you made you pass out like that. What was it?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullcrap!”

With a swiftness, your phone in your back pocket was gone. She easily dodged you as she began checking your phone, trying to see what had caused your fainting spell. Once she checked your notifications, she barked out a laugh.

“Oh he practically wants you! ‘Did you get the email?’ So desperate already,” she snickered, beginning to type something on your phone.

“Nobara?!”

After hitting send, she pushed your phone to your face, showing what she had just sent him.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ yes!!! <333

↳ Sorry, I was just so shocked I won!!!

What time are you thinking about?

“Mooniebunnie? What type of username…”

“I made it when I was like fourteen! Don’t judge.”

“Jeez, you’ve been on Twitter that long?”

“Nobara!!”

“Oh he responded.”

“Hah?!”

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ took you long enough.

↳ Saturday, 9 pm. I’ll only wait 5 minutes

↳ after the 30 minutes, you’re paying.

“Dick. The fucks his problem?”

“What’d he say?”

“You’d think he’s the one taking the dick up his ass.”

“Nobara..!”

“What? You can’t tell me this doesn’t come across as rude?”

She began typing for you again.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ just don’t disappoint me, 4 inch

↳ kisses <3

“Nobara?! What the hell?!”

“Hey, he started it. Anyway, your date is in two days. Good thing you don’t have a roommate anymore.”

You glared at her as she handed you back your phone. He didn’t seem to text back after that—only having a note that he certainly did read Nobara’s text. But to him, it was your text.

Gosh, you really didn’t want him to hate you.

But Nobara was right, he did seem a bit rude over text. Maybe he just texts a bit harsh but in person is nice.

Though it honestly felt you were creating excuses in your head at this point.

After splitting ways, you made it home to your small apartment. It was comfortable enough so you didn’t complain. Especially since it was in a good area. Nobara and her roommate, Maki, weren’t so lucky in the area they lived in.

Though it seemed like the burglaries that were happening there had finally slowed down.

Decorated in second hand items and anything you stole from your ex boyfriend and mother, your apartment was homey enough. The good thing was that you got an amazing view of the sunset in your room every afternoon.

The kitchen, dining, and living room was essentially just one full room. You had a foldable table to bring out whenever you ate dinner. Your tv was taken from your ex boyfriend, which was why it was so brand new compared to everything else.

You only have two other rooms. The master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a small, small bedroom. You practically just made it an extra closet space because it was just too cramped to be in there for long period of times.

Especially with the fact it only had a small tiny square window all the way close to the ceiling.

It was after 8 p.m. when you plopped down onto your bed, finishing your daily home tasks. Washing the dishes, warming up dinner, watching a BL drama while crying in loneliness, and now—masturbation time.

You scrolled your phone, wondering if you should wank it out to some random twitter videos or go to the cam website.

Just as you were about to pull up your list of comfort gay videos, a notification rang on your phone.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ➤ ❝a creamy fill❞

Your fingers moved lightning speed. A bit embarrassing, really. Slipping off your boxers, you reached over and grabbed your lube, squirting a good amount on your fingers.

Despite him constantly fucking girls—you always watched. Something about him was captivating, even though you never saw his face. The girls face was almost always shown. But like always, the comments are filled with girls saying they love him.

The video started out with the girl in his lap, withering as his fingers spread her pussy open, his other hand resting comfortably on her throat. The only sliver of emotion you could see from him, was the small angle of his lips in frame.

Like always, he was smirking.

You never really enjoyed the beginning of his videos, since it focused heavily on getting the girl to cum from oral sex. Which was good for the girls—but not for you.

So, you usually focused on getting yourself ready for your dildo.

It was one you bought on a whim. But you had never meant for it to be so large, a length of seven, more so eight, inches. You would’ve thrown the thing out if it wasn’t the only dildo you had.

And there was no way you were going to go back to that sex store and get a new one.

You tuned them out for a few minutes, focusing on stretching yourself. It was always tedious, wishing it was someone else doing it for you. Just as you felt ready enough for your dildo, you finally glanced back at your phone.

The girl was now screaming, in pleasure, as he slammed his hips against her ass. It harsh and unforgiving—leaving the girl no chance to stay still. They were in a doggy style position, her face right up to the camera as she mewled and cried.

His grip was on her waist, pulling her back whenever she tried to pull away a bit in a way to slow it down.

“That’s a good girl.”

Boner gone.

You groaned. You loved hearing his voice, he sounded hot. But you hated it whenever he used that fucking word. Any type of “girl” or even more feminine terms always made you lose your boner.

There was nothing else you could really do at that point.

That’s why you mainly watched his solo streams.

With a huff, you placed your dildo back in its drawer and turned off your phone just as the girl reached her climax.

This guy was obviously straight…

You were really wondering if it’d be worth it.

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“Ready for your big day, (Name)?”

‘What big day?’

You quickly glared at Nobara, hoping she wouldn’t tell Inumaki anything. Inumaki looked a bit confused—mostly in why you were so angry.

Isn’t today supposed to be special?

“Oh, nothing. It’s just… Saturday, who doesn’t love a Saturday?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s a normal Saturday.’

“Mhm, not for our (L.Name) (Name) here.” She winked, obviously enjoying the flushed look on your face.

The entire shift was spent with Nobara making innuendos and Inumaki looking confused by the minute. It wasn’t until your shift was over, and Megumi and Itadori came, that Nobara seemed to just blurt it out to Inumaki.

“He won a call with his favorite pornstar!”

‘You have a favorite pornstar..?’

“Nobara!” You screamed, slapping your hand against her lips as she stared at you in triumph.

Looking back at Inumaki who didn’t seem to be judging you, just a bit perplexed. Which isn’t shocking. He has a fucking boyfriend—you doubted he needed to watch pornstars religiously to get his socks off.

You shrieked as Nobara licked your hand, forcing you to pull away and quickly wipe them off on your pants.

“Yeah! That’s what I said! Who has a favorite pornstar?!”

“Shut it!!”

Inumaki gave you a shrug, ‘no need to be embarrassed. We all have weird habits.’

Somehow that felt less comforting.

You signed back a thanks to Inumaki before turning your anger to Nobara. She willfully began whistling as she walked down the street, not paying you any mind.

In all honesty, you just hoped the call wouldn’t end up with you in tears.

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𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ here’s the link.

↳ join in twenty minutes

Dick.

Nobara was right. With a huff, you set your busted laptop on the bed in front of you. It was a miracle this laptop could even come to life. As you were deep in thought, wondering if you were feeling brave enough to really join, you heard the sound of a ping.

It took a moment, but then you accepted the link, joining a private call with Sixeye.

It was his usual set up for his live streams. The sight of a wall decorated with bookshelves. You always just assumed it was an office room he had. He was dressed in a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.

Huh, he usually dressed nice for his cams because his fan girls loved seeing him in suits.

Something something daddy issues.

Guess you weren’t special enough for that.

“Guess you aren’t putting on your camera?”

You quickly typed a simple no. No way in hell were you showing this guy your face—no matter how many times you had cummed to his videos. A simple chuckle was heard. His camera was pointed solely at his chest and bottom half, his face no where in sight.

Which was natural, the most he ever showed was his lips.

Girls just went wild for a cool smirk or something.

“No requests? Usually you girls are quick to give me a whole script.” His laugh filled the room.

↳ Just act natural

You type, hoping that was enough to make him get straight into it. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was reading your text. It seemed he took your words to heart as he pulled down his sweatpants and his cock plopped out, resting against his stomach.

“Alright, just want a quick fap then.”

He reached down and rubbed his tip, teasing the slit as he slowly began jacking himself off. His cock was large, maybe around seven inches? It was similar to your dildo. His hands were big too. Gosh, everything about him was big.

He was definitely the one who helped you figure out your size kink.

The only sound by now was his soft grunts and his hand jerking off his cock. You slipped off your boxers and easily slipped in three fingers inside of yourself, having stretched it out a bit earlier. Now, you were just trying to get yourself excited.

You reached down to your laptop, moving it a bit further so you could get comfortable on the bed with more leg room. Your fingers rubbed against your prostate, teasing it just the way you wanted.

Your moans were always on the more high pitched side, almost sounding similar to a girl when you reached your orgasm. So it was something you were a bit self conscious of. But being alone in your own home, you didn’t hold back.

Rubbing against your prostate, your toes curled as you whimpered and bucked into your own hand. You tried to push back any feeling of disappointment that it wasn’t someone else making you feel this way.

“Changed your…mind, baby?”

“Ngh..?”

You opened your eyes and glanced back down at your laptop.

Oh god.

Your fucking mic was on!!!!

You screamed out, quickly clasping your mouth shut as you stared at the screen in horror. He heard you. He heard every little gasp and whimper you had made. How long had he heard you?

Why didn’t he fucking say anything?

“Screamer, huh? Noted.”

He teased. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smirking.

“You….why didn’t you tell me?” You muttered, glaring at the screen.

But he didn’t answer. He seemed quiet for a moment. You watched as his hand stuttered on his cock. What? Did your voice sound that terrible?

“Speak.”

“Wha..?” You whispered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Speak now. Loud and clear.”

You hated how authoritative he sounded. It felt like you couldn’t just no respond to his command.

“Uhm… why didn’t you tell me…?” You spoke louder, allowing your mic to pick up your voice this time. You thought maybe he just didn’t hear you.

“Shit. You’re a guy?”

With a brave face, you huffed. “Judging me?”

“No. Fucking finally.”

You felt yourself blush. He was… excited? He began stroking his cock again but this time, with more vulgarity. It was like he was actually turned on by you. You felt your own cock twitch.

Someone… interested… in you?

You grabbed your dildo that rested beside you on the bed, rubbing it against your hole. Any sort of self consciousness you felt with your moaning was thrown out the window as you didn’t hold anything back. Fuck it if you regretted it later.

Right now, you’re going to enjoy it.

As your dildo began stretching you full, you glanced at the button that would turn your camera on. This was a one time thing…

He’d never see you again…

Fuck it.

“Well aren’t you adorable..? Fuck, how big is it?”

“Seven… inches.” You whispered, feeling embarrassed about showing yourself. Your sweating body, flushed face, watery eyes, and your cock leaking on your tummy. You were glad you didn’t see his face…

So you didn’t have to know if he actually found you cute.

“Always the cute ones.” His laugh sounded strained, a soft huff following it as he continued teasing his tip. “Like it big, huh? Stretching you until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Didn’t.. mean to… get it so big.” You moaned, slowly teasing the dildo inside. Your camera was angled right between your legs, showing him the entire picture of the dildo slowly inching inside your puckered hole.

You arched your back, gasping once it finally reached its hilt, stuffing you full.

“Keep looking at the camera.”

You hadn’t even noticed you couldn’t be seen anymore. Moving around a bit, your face finally showed back on the camera. And you got a good sight of just how fucked out you looked just from a damn dildo.

“Good boy.” He whispered. “Y’know… I always put on a show for you guys—it’s time you do the same, hm?”

If you weren’t already itching for an orgasm, you would’ve ended the call immediately out of embarrassment. But you couldn’t back down now.

So, you moved to rest against your headboard, bringing in your laptop to get a good view of your face and ass. Tightening your grip on your dildo, you began thrusting it in and out, keeping a fast pace.

Your hips moved against the pace, your thoughts filled with the desire of a real cock fucking you. His hand gripping your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy just for his pleasure. But you had to deal with this pisspoor dildo.

The sound of squelching, your moans, and his grunts filled the room. You were so close, wishing to moan his name but no way in hell were you going to moan his fucking username.

“W…wan..na…moan..name..” you barely sputtered out, your moans betraying you whenever you tried to speak a full sentence. A cry left your throat when the dildo brushed against your prostate. You quickly made sure to continuously hit that area, your moans reaching higher in pitch.

Your orgasm was close.

You suddenly heard him grunt loudly. When you glanced at the camera, you saw his grip tighten as cum spurted onto his shirt. Did your moans…?

Not wanting to feel any misplaced confidence, you pushed the thought away. No way did your moans make him cum.

The sound of shuffling caught your attention as you saw him reach for his camera.

And then—

The camera was on his fucking face.

His lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes staring straight into yours. Blue eyes and white hair. It looked soft even though the camera.

You came.

You fucking came.

Man, maybe those girls were right about smirks being sexy…

Your toes curled as you arched your back, gripping the bedsheets as your cock came all over your stomach. The only sound left was the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down—having never orgasmed that intensely before.

“Did you… cum from seeing my face?”

He sounded so fucking cocky.

“Bye!” You yelled, slamming your laptop shut.

You totally did.

You sat in your room for about two minutes before screaming in embarrassment. No way in hell could you ever watch his streams again!!! You came!! You came from seeing his face!!

God….

That was embarrassing…

At least you would never interact with him again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“No way! From his face?!”

Nobara screamed laughing, her cackling echoing in the empty cafe. You could only focus on putting the cakes on display, trying to ignore the embarrassment in your heart.

“Gosh! Megumi! You heard about—”

“Don’t bring me into this.” He answered bluntly.

It had been a few days now since the… incident. You had blocked Sixeye’s account and haven’t watched any of his streams or videos ever since. It was just too embarrassing to watch them without thinking on how you came just from seeing his face.

But you kept thinking, why did he show his face?

It wasn’t like you were anything special. As the three of you continued getting the cafe ready for opening, Nobara continued making fun of you at any given chance. Megumi seemed to be in his own mind.

You had went to the back to grab some cups for the lattes and when you came back to the front, Megumi and Nobara were already speaking to some guy. He looked pretty tall, practically towering over Nobara.

But his back was facing you so you didn’t know who it was.

“Why are you even here?” Megumi asked, glaring at the stranger.

“Oh! Aren’t you Megumi’s friend?” Nobara questioned.

“Don’t insult me like that,” Megumi rolled his eyes before grunting as the stranger wrapped his arm around his neck.

“Aah~ Megumi~~ don’t be like that! I heard the cakes here were good. Can’t I try them??? Hm~?” The stranger teased, laughing slightly.

“Get off, you’re not getting a discount.”

“I didn’t say I wanted one… but now that you mentioned it~”

Nobara laughed, “no wonder you called him a blue eyed freak! He’s so annoying.”

“Megumi?!”

Megumi shrugged. “I’ve called you worse in my head. (Name), take Gojo’s order before I kick him out.”

Gojo huffed before finally turning over to face you. Your eyes widened once you finally got a good look of him. It…

Sixeye?!

The cup you were holding were slipping out of your hands as Gojo tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your face before widening in recognition. A grin appeared on his lips.

“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”

It definitely wasn’t yours.

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Oop? Yall want a part 2? It’s so hard writing phone/facetime sex… I praise those who write it constantly lmao

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"(S)He's Not You" - Conrad Fisher x Reader

a/n: from an anon request 🩷

Summary: You help your best friend put the broken pieces of his heart back together.

Word Count: 4,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, infidelity (not by reader or conrad), hair pulling, pining, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Summer I Turned Pretty characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

You don’t know what you were expecting to see when you made it back to Cousins after your last final exam. The beach house was saved and everyone was getting along right before you left. So why is Connor crying? You approach your best friend with trepidation, knowing he’d never want you to see him like this. You rest a gentle hand on his shoulder and he jerks his head up, eyes going wide as he quickly tries to dry his tears, to calm the way his body seizes with every sob. But you just sit down beside him and pull his head into your lap. And he cries. God, how he cries. It physically pains you to see him like this, like something is squeezing your heart in two as you run your hands through his hair.

You know who did this. Belly. She fucking broke his heart. You swear, if your mom wasn’t so close with hers and Steven wasn’t one of your best friends, you’d kill her with your bare hands. The pain she’s caused… You shake your head, listening to Conrad’s sniffles as they slowly begin to calm.

“You’re too good for her,” you say softly, “You always were.”

He lets out a hoarse laugh, sitting up and meeting your gaze with bloodshot eyes, “Then why did she pick him over me?”

Jeremiah. He must mean Jeremiah. God, you think you really might drive all the way to her fucking volleyball camp and kill her. You shake your head.

“Cuz she’s an asshole.” You see the hint of a smile curling at the corners of your best friend’s lips and you poke his cheek, “Is that a smile I see, Fisher? Don’t you hide that from me. Come on.”

He shakes his head and finally smiles, and it’s like the sunshine has broken through the clouds as he embraces you tightly, “Thanks.”

“Anytime, bub,” you rub his back.

“Can I be completely honest?” When you nod, he heaves a sigh and continues, “I… I never stopped loving her. No matter what she did or said. I never stopped. Do you think that’s stupid?”

“Love is stupid. It doesn’t make sense. That doesn’t make you stupid.”

Conrad gives a sad smile at your reassurance before continuing, “I think you’re the only person I have ever been completely honest with. And you’ve always been honest with me. So do you really think I’m too good for Belly?”

His eyes are full of self-doubt, self-pity, grief. You hate what she’s done to him. You take Conrad’s hands in your own and squeeze gently.

“Of course I do. I always have. Stringing you and Jere along like that? Playing you against each other? That was bullshit. Belly isn’t all that, Connie. You’re gonna find someone so much better.”

“I thought Belly was my soulmate,” he mumbles, “Why didn’t she pick me?”

“Because she’s not your soulmate,” you reply firmly, “All she’s done is hurt you, bub. Love isn’t supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to be intense, yeah, but it’s supposed to make you feel glad that you’re alive.”

You can see that even if your words aren’t immediately affecting Conrad, he’s listening. You’ve always had a way of getting through to him, even when Belly couldn’t. Even when Susannah or Laurel couldn’t. Everyone would look to you to talk some sense into your best friend. His brow furrows as he turns to face you.

“So you think I’m better off without her? It’s just… The way I saw it was that Jere must be better than me cuz-”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” you cut him off sharply, resting your hands on his cheeks, wiping away the last of his tears, “Jere is great, okay? Jere is sweet and awesome and a great guy. But you know what he’s not? He’s not you.”

Conrad lets out a breath, a long one, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, his voice muffled, “How do you always know how to make me feel better? And how are you always right? Love isn’t supposed to hurt.” He pauses, giving you a cheeky smile, “Maybe I need someone more like you.”

You elbow him, shoving him away when he chuckles, “Ha ha, very funny, you jerk. Besides, I don’t think it would go down very well with Paul if I dated you.”

He rolls his eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, “Paul’s a tool. You know you can do better, right? I mean, you got into Stanford. He has the IQ of a potato.”

“Don’t be mean, Connie,” you chide before giggling, “He’s at least a yam.”

Conrad throws his head back, bursting into full-bodied laughter, covering his mouth, “I bet you a hundred bucks he doesn’t even know what a yam is.”

Intrigued, you pull out your phone, giving Conrad a sidelong glance as you text Paul. Conrad tries to lean over your shoulder to read what you’re typing, only to be batted away. He pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder, startling slightly when your phone goes off and you gasp at the reply.

“He doesn’t know what a yam is!”

Conrad shakes his head incredulously, “I won… Okay, pay up.”

“I can’t, I’m poor.”

He scoffs, tossing his arm around you, squeezing your side, “Fine. I’ll let you off easy since I like your face.”

“You like my face?” You tease, batting your lashes at him, “God, when are we getting married? That was so romantic!”

“Shut up.”

“That’s gonna be in our vows,” you declare as you stand up, taking Conrad by the hand as the two of you grab your bags and walk toward his car, “That you like my face.”

He shoves you away from him, trying his best not to laugh but failing miserably, “I hate you.”

“You can’t shove your future wife like that! That’s spousal abuse!”

“Who’s gonna stop me, you little nag?”

You burst into giggles, the sound of which seems to lift his spirits as you meet his gaze, “I hate you so much.”

“I hate you too, wifey.”

You bump your hip against his, then you turn to face him, “But look, I’m serious. One day? You’re gonna find some girl who makes you forget Belly ever existed. And you’re gonna be so happy.”

“Promise?” He asks softly, extending his pinky toward yours.

You nod, wrapping your pinky around his, “Promise.”

As you begin the drive to California, Conrad can’t help but look over at you every so often, smiling to himself as you sing along to some Fleetwood Mac song, waving at every passing car like the weirdo you are. He shakes his head, wondering why his stomach flutters when you look over at him, the sun shining down on your face.

Sure, before you got with Paul and he got with Belly, he’d always sort of, kind of had a thing for you. But he got over that when he fell for Belly.

Right?

Stanford is everything Conrad hoped it would be. And best of all? He’s there with you. His favorite person in the world. He knows that your boyfriend hates it. After all, he didn’t have to deal with Conrad’s presence freshman year. And now? Things are different. Paul is cold and distant, while Conrad remains the same. Always sweet and loving. Tonight, for example. You burst into Conrad’s dorm, declaring that the two of you are going to hang out. 

“Alright, just don’t be annoying.”

You grab his pillow and begin whacking him with it, making your best friend burst into laughter, trying to cover his face as you do your best Kim Kardashian impression, “Don’t be fucking rude!”

“Alright, alright! Come on, let’s go. What do you want to do?”

“Pizza?” You offer, “I’m hungry as fuck and Paul always wants to eat at these fancy healthy places. Sometimes all I want is a slice of that cheesy, greasy goodness.”

Conrad scoffs as the two of you begin to walk, “Buzz kill.”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating healthy,” you protest.

“It’s California. Put an avocado on the pizza and say it’s healthy.”

You roll your eyes, elbowing him playfully, “Your Bostonian is showing, babe.”

Babe. His heart races slightly as the two of you begin to walk out of the building and toward the pizza parlor near campus. However, you don’t seem to be walking fast enough for Conrad’s liking as he pulls you by the hand, trying to get you to pick up the pace. You whine playfully, making him snicker.

“I’m tired of your whining.”

“I’m training you for your next relationship!”

“Keep talking like that and you might just be my next relationship.”

“Yeah, cuz that’ll go over real well with Paul.”

“He can fight me. Besides, you’re a big girl. He doesn’t control you.”

His voice is teasing, but there’s an undertone of seriousness to his voice, to his expression that is hinted at but you don’t quite catch. A lingering desire for something more, something that’s remained unacted upon for years. You respond to his teasing in kind, pretending to swoon in his arms, your voice reeking of melodrama.

“Why, Mr. Fisher, I do declare! Are you going to fight for my hand?”

He shakes his head at your antics, and though he’s joking when he replies, a part of him truly means it, “It would be an honor, my lady.”

You two finally reach the pizza parlor, moving toward what has quickly become your usual booth, taking a seat and waiting for your waitress to pass by. When she shows up, Conrad takes the lead and begins placing the order.

“And pineapple and anchovies on her side-”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, clutching your chest, “You’re killing me, Fisher!”

The waitress laughs at the two of you, remarking what a cute couple you make. And neither of you moves to correct her. As she walks away, Conrad turns to face you with a grin.

“I’ve never met anyone as dramatic as you.”

“Oh, yeah? Well-” 

When your face freezes, eyes going wide, Conrad turns around to follow your line of sight. And there, he sees what has you so shocked. It’s Paul. With a girl. A girl who he has his arm around. A girl who he’s kissing. Conrad turns back to you, watching as you blink owlishly, trying to absorb the sight in front of you.

“Am… Are you seeing this or am I delusional?”

“You’re not delusional,” Conrad mumbles, taking your hand.  The devastated expression on your face tugs at his heartstrings, rage building inside of him at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt you, of anyone thinking they’re better off with someone other than you. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I thought he… Loved me,” you mumble, your voice cracking as your lower lip wobbles slightly. You stand up and race out of the restaurant, “I’m going back to my dorm.”

Conrad is stunned for a moment but rushes after you. You were there for him and now he’s going to be there for you. He catches up to you just outside, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest. He runs a hand through your hair, speaking softly.

“I’m sticking with you.”

The levee breaks and your tears begin to flow, a heart wrenching sob torn from your throat as you cry against Conrad’s chest. This isn’t how tonight was meant to go. You weren’t supposed to be crying like this.

“I know how you’re feeling right now,” he whispers, “And I’m so sorry.”

“I tried,” you cry, clinging to him, “I tried so hard!”

“I know you did,” he soothes, squeezing you gently, rubbing your back, “And you should never have had to.”

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and soon? It’s nearing winter break. And Belly and Paul are nothing but distant, unpleasant memories. Conrad has been biding his time, working up the courage to ask you out, and decided today is the day. And as the two of you talk, moving your head to rest in his lap as you chatter away mindlessly, it confirms what he’s known deep down ever since he built sandcastles with you on the beach back when you were kids.

He’s madly in love with you.

“Okay, um, fuck, marry, kill.” He watches you with amusement as you think, “Wonder Woman, Catwoman, Harley Quinn.”

He runs his fingers through your hair affectionately, “Marry Wonder Woman because she’s gorgeous and cool as hell, fuck Catwoman, and kill Harley Quinn because she’s insane.”

You sit up, staring at him in horror, “You killed Harley?!”

“What? Did you really want me to marry her?” He questions incredulously.

“Yes! She’s the baddest bitch in the DC Universe. How DARE you!”

“Wha- Okay, DC Queen, would you marry her?”

“Yes!” You say without hesitation, making Conrad arch a brow, “She’s smart, she’s gorgeous, we’d be the cutest cottagecore lesbians in Gotham City.”

“I?” His jaw drops, “Harley would be the worst wife in history! And what the hell is cottagecore?”

You flop back so that your head is once again in his lap with a dramatic sigh, “You don’t understand aesthetics, Connie!”

“Oh, please, I’m from Boston. I don’t have to know this crap.”

“So am I and yet I know it,” you stick your tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes, “What do you think cottagecore even is?”

“That thing where girls just wanna make everything all pastel and wear oversized sweaters, right?”

“...That’s the worst description I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“It’s the truth though!” Conrad insists, “That’s all I’ve ever seen! A bunch of girls who wear oversized sweaters, drink pumpkin spice lattes, and hang out in cottages-”

“Who the fuck hangs out in cottages?” You question, bursting into laughter, “Bub, that’s not it at all.”

“It is! All the pictures I’ve seen are girls sitting in cottages or standing in fields with oversized sweaters drinking out of tiny cups! And if you’re the expert, you explain it and I’ll admit I was wrong!”

“...I actually don’t know what it is.”

Conrad stares at you for a long moment, stunned, “You’ve been defending cottagecore this whole time and you don’t even know what it is?”

“I just like fighting with you,” you snicker.

“Yeah? And I love arguing back. But you know what I like more?” He smirks, leaning in close, his voice low as he murmurs, “This!”

You let out an inhuman shriek as he shoves you off his lap, “You dick!”

“I guess you’re falling for me already!” Conrad grabs your hand when you move to leave, “No way, I’m not done messing with you yet.”

“This is physical abuse!”

“How is pulling you back onto my lap ‘physical abuse’?”

“You haven’t pulled me- HEY!” You land on his lap, smacking his chest with annoyance, “You’re so annoying Conrad, I swear!” Your phone goes off and you gasp, checking the time, “Oh, shit. I’ve gotta go.”

“Why? You gotta hot date?” Conrad taunts, pinching your side before letting you up.

“Ha! Yes, actually. Sam from lab asked me out! You know, the cute guy who sits up front?”

Conrad does his best to mask his disappointment, feeling his heart crack in two all over again. He knows he should be happy for you. He knows it. But it fucking hurts. He fakes a smile, his words of excitement coming out forced.

“That’s cool. Where are you guys going?”

“The movie theater downtown,” you beam, “And for dinner.”

“Oh. Cool. Yeah. That’s cool,” he forces another smile, his stomach in knots. You’re going on a date. With someone who isn’t him. “Have a great time.”

You frown slightly, knitting your brows together, “You okay?”

“I’m cool,” Conrad says, barely masking the crack in his voice, “Everything’s cool. You should get ready.” You part your lips as if about to say something, but he gives you a gentle shove, “Go. I’m serious. Tell me how it goes.”

He walks back to his dorm, alone and dejected, hands in his pockets. Conrad tries to distract himself all day and all evening from the fact that some asshole is probably holding your hand right now, kissing you, making you laugh. Telling you how beautiful you look when you smile, brushing your hair behind your ear-

He doesn’t know how long he sits at his laptop, just staring at the study guide in front of him but not really seeing anything. 

That is until he hears a knock on the door. Conrad frowns, standing up and wondering who it is that’s bothering him right now.

And there you are. In a pretty blue sundress, looking absolutely gorgeous.

“Hey. You busy?”

Conrad blinks a few times, trying to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him, before stepping aside, “Yeah, no. Uh, come in.”

You walk past him, the scent of your vanilla body spray lingering in the air as you pace the length of his dorm. Conrad watches you, wondering just what happened. You come to a stop in front of him, hands on your hips.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I went on a date with a really nice guy, right? He picks me up, brings me flowers. A real gentleman. Opens the door and even pays for our movie tickets.” Conrad’s heart sinks as he hears you talk about your date, “He buys us popcorn. He gets us a soda with two straws. It’s a romcom and he holds my hand when I tear up. It was perfect. The date any girl dreams of.”

“I’m sure it was,” Conrad mumbles, a lump in his throat. He can’t pretend to be happy for you. It hurts too damn much. “It sounds like a great date.”

“It was,” you pause, “But there was one huge problem.”

“Yeah? What was the problem?”

“You.”

Your response is so blunt. So simple. With one word, you’ve raised a million questions in his mind as he looks at you.

“Me? What do you mean me?”

“I mean I was with the perfect guy,” you say, gazing up at him with a soft, gentle expression on your face that makes his heart pound, “And all I could think about was how much I wished it was you.”

His pulse spikes at your words, his heart filled with equal parts hope and disbelief, “Really? You… You thought about me that whole time?”

“I couldn’t even kiss him goodnight. Because all I could think was…” You trail off before whispering, “He’s not you.”

He’s not you.

“You wanted it to be me?” Conrad whispers, smiling at you almost bashfully, running a hand through his hair.

You nod, “I guess I was just scared of us being each other’s rebounds-”

“You’d never be a rebound to me,” Conrad quickly assures you, cupping your face in his hands. You rest your hands over his, eyes locking as he speaks, “You’ve been the most important person in my life for as long as I can remember. And I was an idiot for trying to move on from my feelings for you with Belly because…” He laughs, “She’s not you.”

Your eyes start to blur, and you’re pretty sure you see Conrad spill a tear too as you mumble, “You’re my best friend. And I’m in love with you, Conrad Fisher.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, resting his head against yours, “Shit. I love you. I love you so much.”

“You’re so cute,” you grin up at him, you know that?”

“Shut up,” Conrad protests, rolling his eyes and feigning annoyance, “I’m not cute.”

“Okay, fine, you’re ugly- OW!”

He snickers after pinching your side, “That’s better…” The expression on Conrad’s face is so tender when he moves to take your hand in his, comparing how small and soft your palm is against his own, “I never wanna let go of your hand.”

“I don’t think you really ever did. Not since you took me to make that first sandcastle,” you whisper, using your other hand to caress his cheek, smiling as he leans into your touch, “Even though you were a little menace and tugged on my braids, I only wanted to be around you.”

“Hey, I did it gently.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s the reason I’m into that now- Oh.” You freeze, realizing what you’ve just said. Aloud. To your best friend. Who now knows you’re in love with him. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Me and my big mouth…”

When you meet Conrad’s gaze again, you see the smirk playing on his lips as he moves a hand to thread in your hair. You gasp as he tugs gently, shivering at the feeling. You let out a soft moan of his name, moving your hands to rest against his chest as you feel his nails gently moving against your scalp before tugging again.

“Not fair…”

He grins at you, pulling you in close and pressing his lips to your own.

And it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. There are fireworks behind your eyes as your mouth moves against his, your arms wrapping around his neck as the two of you slowly move toward his bed. You feel his mattress against the back of your thigh and let him push you down gently, never once breaking the kiss. You tug at Conrad’s shirt, helping him pull it up over his head before reaching for his jeans. He laughs against your lips at how eager you are, the sound turning into a moan as you palm at his cock over the fabric of his boxers. He moves his hand from your hair to move along your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, higher and higher until he pushes the hem of your dress up. Conrad tugs at your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to join his shirt and jeans.

Within a few more seconds, the two of you lay there, completely bare before each other. Conrad’s hand moves to cup your mound, his fingers tracing you gently, making sure you’re wet enough to take him, teasing you, preparing for what’s to come. And you just stare up at him, lips parted with those sweet eyes that he can’t get enough of. He grasps at the base of his cock, lining himself up with you, when you suddenly grab his hand.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admit softly, “I… It’s you. And I want this to be perfect.”

“Me too,” Conrad admits, “And it will be.”

“Will you hold my hand? I just…” He can’t help but smile at the way you gaze up at him, interlacing your fingers with his, “I like how big your hands are. How safe I feel when you hold mine.”

“Yeah, baby,” he whispers gently, “I’ll hold your hand.”

And when you come together, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. He fills you so perfectly. Like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Like he was made for you. His lips are soft and slow against yours, both hands holding your own as he rolls his hips against you, setting a rhythmic pace as he ruts against you. Your legs wrap around his waist, your moans and his filling the room as he lets go of one of your hands to tug on your hair with a playful grin. Before you can say anything, he’s kissing you again, his lips moving against yours.

His phone goes off and you glance at it, scoffing when you see that it’s Belly. No doubt she’s gotten bored with Jere and wants Conrad back. Conrad gives you a soft grin, whispering in your ear.

“She’s not you. She’s not the one I love. The one I’ve always loved.”

With that, any insecurities die on your tongue as he kisses you again.

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x reader #my writing #conrad oneshot #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher smut

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hobie brown with a gf who is always angry and complicated but is completely quiet and calm around him cuz he keeps her under control and puts her in her place? She’ll tell someone to do something and when they doesn’t do it she’ll blow up on them, but if they do, do it she’ll blow up on them if she doesn’t like the way they do it. And her jealousy is sky high, when she first heard about Gwen staying at Hobie’s she wanted to rip her neck off her shoulders? She also has no filter and tells Gwen straight up that she hates her staying around Hobie. (She’s not mean to Miles and Pavitr bc she views them as little brothers, she kinda has a love-hate relationship with Gwen. She’s okay with her, just not when she’s around Hobie). 😭

she’s so me.. I’d love to. The title is after the Lana song yes…

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl

“Hey, Hobie.” You kissed his cheek when you saw him.

“Hi, love. You good? You seem a lil..”

“I’m fine. Why would I not be fine..?”

“Well, I heard from someone that you cussed them out cause they forgot to do something.”

“Fucking Margo.” You grumbled.

“It’s alright. I get it.” He shrugged

Ever since you heard Gwen say that she stayed with Hobie, you’ve been even more pissed off than usual. You didn’t tell Hobie you knew.

He didn’t even wanna mention how Miguel said “control your girlfriend.” To him. Miguel just told him to bug off.

Miguel loved you, he did, and he wanted to help you control your anger. But you were a lot, and that was fine with him, he liked it as a matter of fact. But everyone else seemed to have a problem with it.

“I gotta go, see ya.” You said.

“Alright, see ya dove.” You both kissed before you walked into the doors.

You worked with spider byte (Margo) as her boss.

“Hey Margo.” You mumbled, you and her worked with the tech and computers.

“Hey.”

You went to one of the computers and started to look at them.

“Anything new show up?”

“Uh.. yeah, actually. Miguel recruited a few new people, I searched them all up, and looking for some more possible ones.”

“Alright.. nothing wrong with anything else?”

“Nope. So how are you and hobie?”

“We’re good. I’m sorry about yesterday.. I jus.. Y’Know.”

“It’s whatever.” She said with a shrug.

“Hey, come look at this guy.” You said, looking at her as she came over.

“The spot? That’s a.. dumb name. 1610, isn’t that the same earth that the miles kid is from?”

“Yup. It says that he’s just robbing atms.. that’s dumb. But his powers are what’s interesting.”

“Interdimensional portals on his body..?”

“Yeah. We should let Miguel know.”

“You can.” She laughed “I’m taking a lunch break.”

“Are you serious? It’s fucking… 10 am?!”

“You don’t control my lunch breaks.” She said, and her avatar disappeared along with her clones.

“Son of a bitch..!” You kicked the edge of a table as miguel watched in confusion.

Miguel chuckled and you jumped.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Get off my ass!”

“No one’s on your ass…”

“Im taking a break.”

————————————————————

After telling him about the spot, he said he’ll look into it. You left after a while, and Gwen was out there talking to Hobie.

“You’re fucking with me..” you groaned to yourself.

“So I was wondering, could I crash at yours tonight? Uh, I’ve been crashing with some other people but they keep kicking me out after a while..”

“Yeah, ‘s alright.”

You rolled your eyes, and came out.

“Hi love!” You said, kissing his cheek. He put an arm around you.

“Gwen..” you said, looking at her.

“Hi y/n..” she said awkwardly.

“Hi. How’ve you been?” You said, bitterly. Hobie looked down at you, giving you a look that said “stop.” His grip around you tightened and you were closer now.

“Good.. good, how about you?”

“Same.” You said, faking a smile.

“Hobie. Miguel needs you.” Someone said, coming up to him.

“All right, see you sweetheart, see you Gwen.” He kissed you and left.

“So, I overheard how you were staying at Hobies tonight.” You said bitterly once he was gone.

“Oh, yeah, but that’s just because I can’t really go anywhere else-“

“I don’t like it when you do that. Actually, I hate it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, Gwen, I don’t have a problem with you at all. It’s just… I can’t stand it when you stay at his.”

“I don’t like him-“ she laughed.

“No one said you did.”

She sighed “Okay. I get it. I’ll uh… stay with pavitr or something.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm..” she said, and walked away.

You smiled to yourself as you walked the other way, and waited for Hobie to come out.

“Hey.” You said to him.

“Hi.. you uh.. seen Gwen? She was supposed to stay with me tonight.”

“She said she changed her mind, she’ll just sleep over at pavitrs.”

“Oh. Alright. You comin’ over then?” He said, he had a good idea of why she changed her mind.

“Yeah.”

“You know you don’t need to be jealous of Gwen.. right? I love you.”

“I know but…”

He kissed you and shut you up.

“Just… next time she wants to stay over, you can come too.”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Okay.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand as you both went through the portal.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider man across the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse x reader

[primussavethesemechs]

I want the human/cybertronian life difference to be talked about more in canon

Cuz I mean. it’s RIGHT THERE.

Just a smidgen of true acknowledgment I BEG YOU HASBRO‼️

i mean come on all it takes is someone mentioning how long the wars been going for one of the humans to go “4 MILLION YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK HOW OLD ARE YOU???”

And optimus or ratchet to be like “…5/7 million?” And all of the humans to have a break down CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE BEFORE THE HUMAN SPECIES EXISTED??? WE WERE MONKEYS WHEN YOU WERE BORN???

And the (woefully uniformed) cybertronians to be like “??? What do YOU mean your species was still evolving when I onlined, how long do you guys live?? A thousand?? A few hundred??”

And the gobsmacked humans to be like “??? NO WE HARDLY LIVE OVER A HUNDRED ITS CONSIDERED AN ACCOMPLISHMENT?? AVERAGE OLD AGE DEATH IS LIKE MID 80s!! TECHNICALLY THE AVERAGE LIFE SPAN IS 72 OR SOMETHING???”

Cue the autobots being like “😨 72??? THATS A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT⁉️”

the more attached/emotional bots looking at their charges and realizing that not only are they sparklings compared to them but they’ll die as sparklings too in just a few decades, causing them to straight up have a mini meltdown.

Yeah they’re in a war and they’ve lost plenty of friends, but never to anything as predictable and inescapable as old age.

It’s the seeing-it-coming part that gets to them, the slow dread of knowing that even if they do everything right and keep them out of danger and they stay healthy there’s nothing they can do to stop them from withering away in a couple of decades.

Most versions of bumblebee looking at their charge/friend and realizing his assumptions about the fact that since they’re both still young that they’ll have plenty of time to just. Live together and have fun- are wrong?? Immediately tears. Even if cybertronians can’t cry tears he’s doing whatever the equivalent is and running away to cry in his room. And then running back to snatch them and take them with him cuz HE CANT WASTE A SECOND IF THEIR LIFESPANS ARE REALLY THAT SHORT HES GONNA JUST HAVE TO SPEND 24/7 WITH THEM

This whole concept ESPECIALLY applies to TFP since all of them got their own little human buddy and there’s only like 5 autobots to begin with (of the main season 1 crew) they’ve lost so many of their own so recently, their numbers are already dwindling down to nothing, they’re losing the war and the kids are what’s given them a major morale boost. To continue fighting they need hope, and the kids have kind of become their hope for the future- to know they’ll die off in under a century despite how young they still are is a shot to the spark.

Look me in the eye and tell me bee wouldnt panic hearing that Raf only has 70-80 years to live. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE WOULDNT HAVE SOME KIND OF FIT OVER BEING TOLD THAT HIS LITTLE BUDDY (from a cybertronian perspective) HAS A LIFESPAN EQUIVALENT TO A LATE STAGE TERMINAL ILLNESS DIAGNOSIS. Bee would start treating Raf like a kid with stage 4 cancer 😭

I just KNOW bulkhead would have the worst reaction other than bee, maybe even worse cuz he looks at miko and realizes she’s used up basically a fifth of her entire lifespan already and she’s Still So Little and straight up starts weeping. That’s his DAUGHTER you can’t take her from him so soon it’s not FAIR! He might have to go destroy a canyon wall or something to let some of the anger and grief out

Arcee is Not taking it well either.

She JUST got attached to this one, just got used to a new partner and your telling her that no matter what she does he’s never going to last as long as tailgate of cliff jumper did?? Even if both he and she do everything they’re supposed to do to protect him and extended his life?? Depression time baby

Optimus and ratchet don’t react as much outwardly to the news as the others but inside they’re both 💔💥

These kids have brought optimus a level of contentment he hasn’t felt in vorns, and he sees how bright their spirits shine- Only to now know those precious spirits will burn out in less than a century- it gnaws at him inside, yet another strike from the cruelty of fate

Ratchet is devastated but refuses to acknowledge it, these kids- yes even miko- have become his pseudo grandkids and he’s not ready, nor will he ever be ready, to outlive them. Jacks reminds him too much of a younger optimus, still learning and still hopeful. Miko is… well she has a fire to her that ratchet can appreciate (when she’s not actively annoying him) she’s determined enough to make anything happen which he does begrudgingly respect even if he wishes she wouldn’t just throw herself into any and every situation just for fun.

And Raf…

Raf is his apprentice, the only one of the kids to understand him and listen intently to his stories of cybertron. To show appreciation for his work and his ideas, to Listen and Learn and Improve his inventions. He harbors the most fondness for Raf since he sees so much potential in him, and has taken him under his wing in teaching him cybertronian language and biology.

He feels almost like he’s training a student to take his place- only for the ground to be ripped out from under him to know that Raf will never have the chance to succeed him, will never even outlive him.

A parent should never have to bury their child, and ratchet already feels that he has.

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TLDR the autobots find out humans have fruit fly lifespans next to them and become one big soggy mess of tears, optimus and ratchet included although they try to have a stiff upper lip about it (and fail to varying extents)

I swear this was supposed to be about any and all continuities but TFP took over completely😭 idk it just fits the best since they focus so much on how attached the bots get to the kids

Edit: btw this was inspired from the fact I found out that the cybertronian equivalent to a year (yes I know technically they have solar cycles which are roughly a human year but what they consider a year vs their lifespan/time perception is different) is a vorn. A vorn is 80 HUMAN YEARS. I saw that and went “oh wow a vorn is like a whole human lifespan!😃” and then I went “OH A VORN IS A WHOLE HUMAN LIFESPAN 😀“

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #Fr tho i feel like ratchet would have an initial outward reaction of shock and mild horror #perhaps some anger(already going through the stages of grief💀) #and then he shuts them out cuz he can’t handle it 💔 #tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him #OH MY GOD HES IN SO MUCH PAIN #optimus doesn’t shut them out but he is a lot more quiet #always has his version of sad puppy eyes when he watches them #like this 🥺 but way way toned down #basically just the eyebrows and small frown #considering he only does micro expressions that’s the best ur gonna get from him #optimus #ratchet #arcee #bumblebee #bulkhead #optimus prime #maccadam

[coralinnii]

Villainess au Side story: the villain in my heart feat: Vil genre: fluff, suggestive(?)

Note: follows the villain/ess series Vil ver. but can be read independently, no pronouns were used, villain/ess!reader is a simp (as I am), roughly 1.1k word count 

I say I mostly just do SFW but why did this one feel a little uhhh… I genuinely had to pause a couple of times cuz I had to stop getting thirsty

“S-Sir Vil, you really needn’t do this” 

“Hush now and keep still” 

Since your recovery, you finally went back to your duties as part of the Schoenheit family, which includes healing the family’s image after your “incident”. You planned to accept invitations from other families to prove your return to health and you were happy to see that your dear friend Neige has sent an invitation to you like he usually do. But this time will be different. 

“I will be accompanying you” Vil adamantly announced which surprised you knowing his absolute disdain for the young ravenette noble.

“You really don’t need to, Sir Vil. I’ve been to the LeBlanche manor before-” 

“I’m going” 

Honestly, Vil can’t tell if you’re too nonchalant about this or just plain oblivious to the situation. How can you believe that someone of such a high status such as yourself would not be subject to more scandalous rumors should you visit a man’s house alone, no matter how kind and innocent he may be. There is also a more selfish reason as the idea that his partner would choose to visit his rival so casually did not sit well with him, not that he will ever tell you. 

Which is why you were fidgeting as Vil was seated close to you, carefully tying a detailed knot on your tie before he plans to pin a brooch that was from an expensive set, with your husband wearing its matching pair. Vil’s long fingers would occasionally brush against your neck as he soothes your collar leaving goosebumps from his touch which you were sure he could see with how close he was. 

Was heaven supposed to be this hard to breathe? 

“S-Sir Vil, I don’t want to rush you but we’ll be late” you barely spoke through your nerves but Vil kept on with the task he personally took on. 

“Beauty is not to be rushed, I have taught you that” Vil replied, his eyes inspecting the brooch placed upon you before raising to lock his eyes on yours “Speaking of which, I need to teach you out of that bad habit of yours” 

You felt cold sweat as you mentally combed through your recent memories for what the handsome man may have been referring to. Did Vil find out that you’ve been secretly asking for more desserts after dinner when he leaves? Or that you've skipped your beauty routine two days in a row in favor of napping longer? Perhaps he knows about the letters you’ve been exchanging with Rook to gush about Vil that’s been taking away your scheduled beauty sleep. 

Vil watched the internal crisis in your head leak into your expression which leaves him to have an exasperated look on his own face. “I can’t imagine what must be going on in that mind right now but it’s probably incorrect. I’m talking about your manner of speaking” 

Vil continued to surprise you today as you weren't expecting that comment. You supposed you spoke more casually with Rook and Neige (primarily as they’re your fan club buddies) but you were sure you kept your dignity with the nobles as to not disgrace the Schoenheit name. 

“To be specific, I’m not satisfied with the way you address me” Vil clarified your confusion. “I’m not some noble but your husband. As such, calling me by a title such as Sir reflects badly on our relationship.” 

“So, you’re telling me t-to-“ 

“Call me by my name” Vil cut to the chase. “I would rather you’d call me by a more affectionate name but this would suffice for now” 

Vil’s nonchalance over the matter does not extend to you as your mind is processing what the man just requested from you like it wasn’t the most stressful order he has ever made to you. Being able to call the man you’ve idolized before and after you reincarnated so casually is akin to being given the chance to hold the most beautiful diamond in the world, a great but heavy honor to be bestowed upon. 

Vil was silently waiting for you so you had no choice but to give your best attempt, which resulted in a soft utterance of his name with your eyes looking away. Your body burned in embarrassment as you feverishly ask your heart to calm down. 

However, Vil was not merciful as he narrowed his lavender eyes in dissatisfaction. In a swift moment, he gripped your chin between his fingers in order to force your gaze to meet his. 

“It’s rude to speak while looking away, I've taught you better” Vil sternly said but his finger lightly stroked your chin as though he was enticing you rather than reprimanding. “Try again, louder and clearer this time” 

But you couldn't. Your mind was racing as you felt overwhelmed by the beautiful man before you. Loose strands of his soft locks fell from his braid and tickled your burning cheeks as his touch flooded your senses. You might just perish right then, a quick but happy end of your second life.

But Vil thought differently. He was typically a patient man but there was a subtle burn in his heart that called for his attention. A new desire he realized has been building the more he spends his days with you. It builds with every giddy smile you send his way, with every time he sees the sparkle in your eyes as you tell him about your day, with every waft of your perfume that he recommended you and has been wearing every day. This time, he craves for more than fleeting gazes and quick exchange of smiles. He commands you, 

“Say my name” 

“V-Vil!” You startled yourself as you immediately responded. Your voice obeyed without a second thought and that quick reply left you flustered over the secret glee you’re experiencing. It felt like opening Pandora’s box. Now that you have crossed the threshold so to speak, you suddenly crave to say it again and again with a smile on your face. Is this normal, you wonder? 

Vil on the other hand, felt an odd wave of satisfaction hearing his name leave your lips without that pesky title. That subtle act of intimacy has momentarily sated that itch in his heart. 

“That’s a good start. Well done” Vil praised your efforts as he slowly released his grip, sneakily brushing his fingers across your cheek to indulge in the heat of your cheeks. He pondered on this new teasing side of him that seems to appear around you but he’s not too worried about it, especially when you don’t seem to hate it. 

A smirk graced his lips as Vil finally stood up from his seat, before making his way to the door. He paused and turned his head, unsurprised by your immobile figure and mind still processing the events mere seconds ago. His voice cut through your thoughts, breaking your daze. 

“Let’s go. As you said, we’ll be late” 

#this one got to me in a way #I need to step back #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst scenarios #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #villainess au

[tootiecakes234]

This TikTok inspired me😭

So you and Katsuki are doing this challenge where the two of you take turns placing cups on top of your heads and the other person has a soft ball they are using to knock off said cup (preferably without hitting your partner). One person standing and the other sitting.

“Ok so do you want to throw first or sit first” you asked him.

“I want to not fucking do this”, he was looking at you like he was already over it and you hadn’t even started.

“Well that wasn’t one of your options, so I guess you wanna sit first. That’s good cuz I wanna throw.”

He mumbled something under his breath but the only words you caught were crazy and breakup. Whatever.

He plopped himself down and you handed him the red solo cup to put on his head.

“Is it gonna fit over that hair of yours?”, you giggled at him.

He turned around to glare at you and you shut your mouth before he got up and left you here.

There were more grumbles while he tried to fit the cup evenly on his head.

“Ok let’s get this over with.”

You moved to get behind him. You have 3 balls which means you have 3 chances to knock the cup off.

“Alrighty, here we go”, you were more warning him as you got lined up to throw.

You throw the first one it doesn’t touch him or the cup. You see Katsuki shoulders shake .

“That was a practice round. I’m gonna hit it with this next one”, you said a matter of factly.

“Sure you will”, he didn’t have to be so damn smug.

You threw the next one and it smacked him in the back of the head.

There are daggers in his eyes when he turns around.

“What?! I’m trying! Your head is too big a target for the little c- wait wait. I’m sorry. I take it back. Please sit down.” You had to pull out the puppy dog eyes cuz he was already on his feet about to leave.

“Fucking focus. Ya only got one left. I can’t be a pro hero dating someone with 0aim. It’s embarrassing.”, he said as he sat back down and sat the cup back up.

“Ok. Ok. I got it.” You rally did your best this time but it ended up hitting him in the head again. “Damn”

“You have absolutely no hand eye coordination. I can’t believe you’ve survived this long”

“Well the year is 2023. I don’t have to go around aiming and firing at people asshole.” Now you were grumbling.

“My turn. Sit your ass down.”

You sat down and placed the cup on your head.

“Ready?”, you could hear the grin he was sporting right now.

“Kat please down smack me in the back of the head on purpose. I was really tr-woah!!”, you screamed out of shock more than anything. The cup had fallen to the ground before you could finish your sentence.

“Now that’s how it’s done” you turned around to see him smiling.

“Beginners luck. You still got 2 more balls.”

“Hell yea I do.”, chuckling bastard.

“Come on. And can you give me a heads up this time.”

“Fine. 3. 2. 1.” And again the cup was tumbling off your head. “See the key is to picture where you want the ball to go”

“Shut up and throw the next ball Mr. Know it all.”

Katsuki was good at everything he tried and yes he was a professional hero but that doesn’t mean he gets to be smug.

“3. 2. 1.” The intention this time was to make it a moving target so you moved your head slightly to the side at the last minute.

Please explain to me why the cup was on the ground and the ball had knocked it there.

Katsuki made you jump a little before he whispered “Nice try pretty girl, but ya gotta be quicker than that”

“I don’t wanna play anymore games with you. You suck.”

“Wait no, let’s go again. I kinda like it. You wanna put some money on it.”

But you were already in your room and slamming the door.

Your boyfriend really sucked.

*this man is a sore winner and I’m 100% sure he gloated the rest of the day. Making little sly ass comments.

#imagine #bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou drabble #drabble #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki #fluff

[in1-nutshell]

I am so sorry if I’m bombarding you with asks, but I just had an idea with Op’s daughter being the opposite and Meg’s daughter being the opposite

And my stupid brain just went “.. Hey! What if their both in the same universe, cuz why not lol-“ like that one BW post with Dinobot’s and Wasp’s sparklings! :3

Bonus: Maybe their both in a secret relationship as the years go by, and probably kept in touch (and secretly meet each other) when the war started. But lost contact/not keeping in touch when OP launched the all spark.

And extra bonus!: them revealing their secret relationship with the autobots when Meg’s daughter joined with the autobots :3

Okay, so I didn't add in the romance part of this because I believe that both Buddy's view each other more as siblings than anything else. If you are unhappy at this request, feel free to request something else when the inbox is open again.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter and Optimus's daughter with the opposite personality, What if they lived in the same universe?

SFW, Platonic, Familial, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Op Buddy name Maxima.

Megs Buddy name Ophelia.

Optimus has already found Maxima, and they have been living together for a while now.

Megatron comes to their home with the sparkling in his servos on night.

Maxima opens the door.

“Hi Megatronus! What brings you—”--Maxima

Maxima spots the tiny sparkling.

“Is that a…”--Maxima

Megatronus nods.

“She is—”--Megatronus

“Orion! I think Megatronus stolen someone’s sparkling!”--Maxima

“He what?!”--Orion

“I didn’t steal her!”--Megatronus

Maxima became transfixed with the tiny sparkling and took her in while the adults are talking.

Ophelia takes a liking to Maxima.

When Ophelia comes, Maxima helps around with the babysitting so Orion can do his work.

Many bots think that Pax adopted another sparkling.

Ratchet walking into the Halls.

“Orion? Orion—”--Ratchet

Ratchet stops when he sees Maxima cuddling a small sparkling to her chassis while reading a data pad.

“Hello Ratchet, is there something you needed to tell me about?”--Orion

“That’s not important right now. Did you adopt another sparkling? You already have Maxima, I didn’t figure for one to get more.”--Ratchet

“No, Ophelia isn’t mine.”--Orion

Ratchet looks at Ophelia who is tilting her helm in confusion at Maxima, the same way Orion is tilting his.

“…Sure, she’s not yours.”--Ratchet

“She’s not. She’s Megatronus’s sparkling.”--Orion

“Ha! Like that brute of a gladiator—”--Ratchet

“Orion?”--Megatronus

Ophelia perks up and waves her servos at Megatronus in joy.

“You were saying?”--Orion

“… You win this round Pax.”--Ratchet

Ratchet loved his little nieces.

No matter how annoying they may get or get on his nerves, he loves them to bits.

Plus, they both liked helping him in the infirmary by disinfecting some of the tools at the end of the day.

Ophelia becomes Maxima’s shadow.

She wants to be like her one day.

Maxima goes where Ophelia goes when she can find a loophole in the babysitting rules.

The most common loophole was Maxima wanting to make sure Ophelia was safe in the quarters while Megatron and Soundwave were busy.

Soundwave rather enjoyed babysitting Ophelia and Maxima when they came around.

He often looked after the two whenever Megatronus was busy with some work, not that he minded too much.

As the pair got older, Maxima’s protective levels had gone through the roof seeing as she was getting bigger and Ophelia grew a bit, staying small.

Maxima watched her step while Ophelia was running around them.

Maxima looks at Orion.

“If I ever did this too you when I was smaller, I deeply apologize.”--Maxima

“It was nothing—”--Orion

“She’s so small! How can I make sure I don’t squish her?!”--Maxima

Later that day…

“Thank you again Orion. Where’s Ophelia?”--Megatronus

“She should be with Maxima. Maxima! Ophelia needs to go now.”--Orion

Maxima walks in with Ophelia strapped to her chassis with some magnets.

“Hi Megatronus! I found a way to not step on Ophelia!”--Maxima

Ophelia just smiles in encouragement.

The day of the Senate meeting was one neither daughter was going to forget.

Maxima and Ophelia were outside with Uncle Soundwave.

Soundwave needed to go see someone for a second before leaving the pair alone.

It wouldn’t be for long, a minute at most.

 The pair will never forget the enraged look on Megatron’s face when he comes storming out.

Maxima has a bad feeling about what happened there.

Maxima carefully puts Ophelia behind her.

“Megatronus? Megatronus what happened? Where’s Orion?”--Maxima

Megatron sneers at Maxima.

Both are shocked by this tone.

Megatron grabs Ophelia’s servo.

She squirms as his grip tightens.

“Megatronus’s your hurting m. Where’s Uncle Orion?”--Ophelia

“He is no longer your uncle.”--Megatron

He marches with Ophelia in his grip.

Maxima comes over and takes Ophelia’s servo.

“Megatronus you’re hurting her!”--Maxima

Megatron stops to look at her.

“Megatro—”--Maxima

SLAM!

Maxima’s frame goes flying over the barrier from the swift kick to the bot’s chassis.

“MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

“Megatron quickly grabs her under his arm and runs.

Maxima is falling off the building’s platform to the city below.

Something catches her pede right before hitting the floor.

She looks up to see a familiar faceplate.

“Soundwave?”--Maxima

Soundwave carefully places her down before flying off.

Maxima crawls to the wall of the alley and leans back on the wall.

There is a sizeable dent on her chassis with some sparks.

She tries to stand but falls.

“Maxima?! Maxima! Maxima can you hear me?!”--Ratchet

Maxima looks up.

“Ratchet? Ratchet over here!”--Maxima

Ratchet runs over to Maxima who starts crying seeing him.

“What happened?”--Ratchet

“Meg—Meg—Megatronus he—he…”--Maxima

Ratchet traces slightly the dent causing Maxima to wince.

“He did this?”--Ratchet

Maxima nods sadly.

“He took Ophelia Ratchet. He took Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima eventually gets reunited with Orion who looked scared to death seeing the dent on her chassis.

So close to her spark…

But she doesn’t care, right now she wants Ophelia.

“As soon as I get back to tip top shape, I’m going to get Ophelia.”--Maxima

“Maxima…”--Orion

“What?”--Maxima

“Maxima, we haven’t had any contact from either of them since the meeting.”--Ratchet

“Then… then we find them. Yeah, then we can take Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima tries to get up, but Orion pushes her down.

“No! Let me up! She’s my main priority! She needs me! I need her! She’s—She’s…”--Maxima

Maxima falls back to the berth.

Ratchet holding the wires.

“She needs to sleep…”--Ratchet

Orion nods and gently pats his daughter’s helm and slightly grieves for Ophelia, wherever she may be right now.

During the war, Maxima tried and get in contact with Ophelia multiple times.

No luck.

She even went as far as go on her own to rescue her, that’s how she ended up with half her pede blown off.

Time on earth…

Maxima still wants to try and break in to see Ophelia.

She worries a lot.

Was she even still online?

No, she was. There was still hope to hold onto.

One night Maxima makes another attempt to rescue Ophelia.

She managed to slip into a groundbrigde some of the Vechicons were using.

Maxima quietly sneaked around the Nemesis in search of Ophelia.

That’s when the screams started.

Maxima went to investigate.

The screams turned to pleas and now Maxima was running.

She passes several Vechicons on her way there, but they don’t do anything to her, if anything they were letting her pass.

Maxima was now in front of the door.

Maxima kicks down the door with her canons out.

Megatron was standing over a slightly older Ophelia.

Ophelia had multiple slashes and dents on her armor.

Megatron’s pede was square on her chassis.

Both of them are surprised to see her.

“Maxima?”--Megatron

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

Maxima readies her canons with fury in her optics.

“Megatron. I’m only going to tell you this one time and one time only. Let her go.”--Maxima

Ophelia whines a bit as he adds a bit more pressure on her chassis.

“And what makes you think I am going to listen to you.”--Megatron

“You’re hurting your own sparkling! Get off of her or I WILL use force!”--Maxima

Megatron scoffs.

“As if—”--Megatron

Maxima shoots him straight in the chassis and tackles him to the floor off of Ophelia.

Ophelia quickly moves out of the way as the two fight.

When it looked like Megatron was going to strike down, Maxima kicked him to the far corner of the room.

Maxima, despite bleeding from the multiple slashed and dents grabs Ophelia and runs out.

“Its great to see you again!”--Maxima

“To see me? I thought you were dead!”--Ophelia

“It takes more than a kick to get rid of me!”--Maxima

There are definitely more Vechicons around, but they pretend nothing happened or just move out of the way.

Knockout even told them the right direction to run.

The pair makes it to the main room.

Maxima places a bunch of obstacles in front of the main entrance as Ophelia manages to make a temporary groundbrigde working. One that would be quick and have no record in the database.

Soundwave stands by the main entrance.

Maxima aims her canons at him ready for another fight despite how much damage her frame was already in.

He just nods at Ophelia and leaves, closing the room’s door.

Maxima is confused by all of this but knows to ask questions later.

“Okay the bridge is ready!”--Ophelia

Maxima leans off the wall and walks to Ophelia.

“About time. Now lets—”--Maxima

“MAXIMA! OPHELIA!”--Megatron

Ophelia freezes in utter fear as the sounds of pede steps get closer.

Maxima grabs Ophelia and starts heading to the bridge as Megatron comes into the room.

He yells as he fires his fusion canon into the closing portal.

On the other side, the two fall down on the desert ground.

Ophelia looks at the night sky in amazement.

“We did it? We did it! Maxima we did it!”--Ophelia

“Yeah… we…”--Maxima

A heavy groan escapes Maxima’s mouth as she struggles to stand up.

Maxima quickly comes over to see what was wrong.

To her horror she saw Maxima’s shoulder bleeding profusely.

Megatron shot her.

“Maxima! Don’t worry I’ll think of something!”--Ophelia

Maxima groans in pain trying to keep her and Ophelia calm.

“Well, this sucks.”--Maxima

“Stop it! Save your energy. You’re going to make it. You didn’t come all this way to save me just to offline just like that!”--Ophelia

Maxima gives her a weak smile.

She reaches for her waist and pushes a button.

“SOS button. They’ll be here soon…”--Maxima

Ophelia does her best to try and slow the energon leaking from Maxima’s shoulder.

“…You got bigger?”--Maxima

Ophelia laughs weakly.

“Yeah… Yeah I got bigger.”--Ophelia

“No… stay small.”--Maxima

“I’m a minibot Maxima. I’m not getting any bigger.”--Ophelia

“Yeah…”--Maxima

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

The groundbrigde opens up.

Ophelia hugs Maxima’s helm thinking that it could be the Decepticon’s.

Out comes Optimus and Ratchet with wide optics.

“HELP HER! HELP HER!”--Ophelia

Optimus wastes no time in carefully picking up Maxima’s frame while Ophelia ran with Ratchet into the groundbrigde.

Optimus puts Maxima down on the med slab as Ratchet gets everything ready to begin the patch work.

Ophelia was sobbing clutching Maxima’s limp servo.

Optimus tried to get Ophelia away from Maxima so Ratchet could work but she flinches thinking he was going to attack.

Optimus bends down to Ophelia’s level.

Ophelia is clinging onto Maxima’s servo shaking like a leaf.

He notices the similar slashes and dents on her frame as well.

“Little one, I am going to pick up now. Is that okay?”--Optimus

Ophelia hesitates but nods slowly letting go of Maxima’s servo.

Optimus carries her to the med slab beside Maxima.

“Did Megatron do this. To the both of you?”--Optimus

Ophelia nods feeling more tears come out.

Optimus slowly goes to hug Ophelia, but she just jumps straight into his arms seeing as he was trying to hug her.

Once Ratchet tells them that Maxima is stable and just needs rest the others come in as Ophelia lets out some tears of relief.

Ratchet looks over her wounds and notices similar dents and slashes to Maxima’s.

He looks at Optimus for confirmation, he nods back.

Ratchet’s spark sinks as he patches up Ophelia and notices the older wounds that had to be addressed.

Optimus made sure to let the team know what had happened and about Ophelia’s situation, with her knowledge of course.

The team makes some attempts to introduce themselves and get to know Ophelia, something that Ophelia is grateful for.

The next morning Maxima wakes up to Ophelia clutching her servo and with a new autoboot badge on her shoulder.

Maxima smiles tiredly at Ophelia squeezing her servo slightly.

“I told you it takes more than that to take me down.”--Maxima

Ophelia lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what I get for doubting you again, huh?”--Ophelia

Maxima smiles but winces a bit.

Optimus comes into view.

“Hey…”--Maxima

Optimus pats Maxima’s helm gently.

“Despite going against orders and commands, you did bring back a piece of our family. Well, done Maxima.”--Optimus

Maxima’s optics slowly close.

Ophelia gets worried.

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

Ratchet walking over with the wires.

“She’s fine, just needs some rest.”—Ratchet

Ophelia smiles and gently holds Maxima’s servo as she too gently goes to sleep.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime

[pedgito]

Ahhh you did my breakup sex request you literally made me cry!!! I had an idea for a part 2(if you ever want to write it lol) so two months after reader starts dating a guy who can be easily her soulmate but she gets bored cuz everything is too perfect (except the sex cuz she can’t help but compares it to eddie) and somehow one night reader ends up in eddies trailer again idk something like that haha. You’re literally the best author your writing is so good, so so talented 🖤

author’s note: i mixed this with another request i got here, but this is a continuation of this request if anyone's reading this before the other part. it's not necessary but the context will help.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fem!reader, makeup sex?, cheating (sort of? reader is over her boyfriend and he's an asshole so yeah), exhibitionism (barely, they're in private but other people are around), angst, confessions, jason is an asshole, eddie is degrading of the readers bf toward her, multiple orgasms, fights (brief description of injury), lots of smut, ect. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 6.7k

You can’t even bring yourself to look at him, most of the time. Eddie’s done a perfect job at ignoring, pretending you don’t exist, plucking you out of his life—just like you asked, but you weren’t sure what hurt more—knowing how easily he could move on, or how badly you regretted all of it in the first place. 

It didn’t matter that Eddie was struggling every day to not look your direction, hug you, just be in your presence—it was a constant, daily reminder of how badly he’d fucked up. Maybe if he was a better boyfriend, maybe if he paid attention more often and didn't throw himself into everything he loved so passionately, then you would have stayed.

It doesn’t take long for you to move on, but you thrive on codependency, being with someone, and you never expected that person to be Jason—but he just fits, or, you made him fit. You have similar interests, he’s sweet to you when he tries to be, and he always knows how to make you feel special; the sex was another story.

And it wasn’t that Eddie wasn’t sweet or caring—Eddie was all of that, but you melded with Jason on a level that Eddie couldn’t reach, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Jason was performative in a different way—Eddie loved to make a scene, grab everyone’s attention, but the affection he showed you was never meant for show. He kissed you in private, told you all the filthiest things in the world that would have you blushing in public, but those words were meant for you and no one else. He’d hold your hand when you were nervous, or rub your back when you were worried. Eddie always knew when to lean in and when to back away—with Jason, it was never genuine. 

He only ever kissed you in front of his friends and constantly bolstered himself up on a pedestal when you were around, like you were just another worthless person to impress—and that’s when you realized that the only thing Jason really needed was approval. He only acted like he enjoyed the same things you did to come off as likable, he bought you expensive gifts to make you feel worthy, and he was everything that every girl could ask for, but not you.

And as horribly as you feel about it, the sex was the breaking point. He was quick and rushed and never focused on anything but himself, it was such a whiplash experience from what you had with Eddie that it left you in tears, most of the time—you’d shove Jason out of your house quickly afterwards, curl up on your bed, and weep until it hurt less. It was your own selfishness that wanted to you to be taken care of too; sex was a shared experience, and you enjoyed it, it only seemed fair that it was equal on both ends. Jason didn’t see it that way, unfortunately.

Jason accosts you in front of his friends at lunch that Friday, his arms winding around your waist as he leans over to kiss you on the cheek, flashing the trademark toothy grin at you. 

“You’re coming to the party, right?” He asks, the watchful eyes of others not giving you much of a chance to weasel your way out of his grasp. “Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“I guess,” You shrug, forcing a fake smile as he lets you go just as quickly, taking a seat at the head of the lunch table, “did Lucas ever get back to you?”

“He said he’d go,” Jason taps his fork against the tray, moving the food around, “but he wants me to invite all of them—some shit about being inclusive or whatever.”

“All of Hellfire?” You ask, eyebrows pulling up in confusion. You take a glance over at the table, eyes immediately drawn toward Eddie—he’s already looking at you when you turn your head and he panics, like he’s been caught, and quickly averts his attention toward Dustin. 

“They’re all fucking freaks,” Jason says snidely, “If any of them try to ruin my party, they’re dead.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” You assure him, ignoring his obvious distaste and resentment toward the idea. “I doubt they’ll even go.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so.” 

Jason abandons you before lunch is over, making a weak excuse about needing to talk to the boys in private—but really, you didn’t care. But, they snatch Lucas up in the process, much to Eddie’s dismay. 

So when you finally leave the lunchroom to reach your locker, fiddling with the stupid lock that never wants to open, Eddie corners you. He notices the struggle, the frustrated look on your face, tongue poking out the side of your mouth.

He pulls it from your hand without questions, putting in the code and yanking at the lock with force—it opens on the first time. Eddie doesn’t have the same motivation to act smug about, his mouth pulled into a tight line. 

“Thanks,” You mumble, open the locker door to retrieve your school books—he still hasn’t left, “—did you need something?”

“Tell your boyfriend to stop spreading his stink over my table,” He says with a harsh undertone, “it makes everyone uncomfortable—especially Lucas.”

“He’s not going to listen to me,” You tell him, “he never has.”

You two had only been together a couple months, but Jason always had a mind of his own, and was always forcing you to do things you wouldn’t normally do—he had to have that control. You didn’t like fancy dinner dates or extravagant nights out, but with Jason, that’s all you got.

You just wanted movies on the couch and cheap delivery pizza, to talk for hours about books and pop culture, everything that seemed interesting to you, and you wouldn’t even mind hearing him ramble on about basketball—it was the principle of it all, Jason didn’t like to put in the effort. 

Eddie always had, you were only realizing that much too late. 

And you can’t help your curiosity, mind racing with thoughts. 

“Are you going to the party?” You ask, slipping your locker closed, taking a small glance at Eddie.

“Don’t know yet,” He shrugs. Eddie knew when to stay away, but with Jason, he couldn’t help himself, “maybe.”

He knew you were miserable, it was written all over your face, your mood, it had altered your personality into something he didn’t even recognize.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t.” You tell him honestly—it wasn’t a warning or a threat, you were just terrified of what would unfold if he did. 

Jason knew of your past with Eddie and as much as he tried not to seem bothered by it, he couldn’t grasp the idea of someone wanting to be paired up with the town freak, Eddie Munson. 

“You’re not my boss.” Eddie smirks with an immense amount of smugness. 

“I’m not trying to be,” You tell him softly, “I’m just—I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

And it’s a terrible idea, in fact—but it doesn’t stop Eddie from showing up to the party with Chrissy Cunningham by his side.

“Uh, Lucas,” You nudged the boy standing beside you, cup in hand, “did he tell you anything about that?”

Lucas is just as wide-eyed as the rest of the party, gawking at the two of them like animals in a cage. Chrissy is noticeably unfazed, as always, smiling bigger than ever. The cheerfulness wasn’t an act either, it was just her. The only thing different about Eddie is that he isn’t wearing his jacket, which strikes you as odd because he never leaves the house without it, it was like his security blanket.

“No, nothing—“ Lucas takes a glance at Jason, who’s just as tense as the rest of you, but his eyes are brimmed with an anger he only got around Eddie, for whatever reason that was, he never talked about it either, “—you might wanna check on him.”

Jason sees you coming before you even touch him, hand coming up in waiting to wrap around you waist, like you were an accessory. “Hey, it’s fine,” You try to soothe him, your free hand wrapping around his own waist, hoping he’ll turn his attention toward you, “maybe Chrissy didn’t want to come alone.”

“But Chrissy—why her?” Jason asks, voice laced with jealousy. You roll your eyes noticeably, it felt like a losing battle anymore—relationships just weren’t for you.

“Everyone loves Chrissy,” You tell him, his eyes glancing toward you briefly, a micro twitch of his face at those words, “I don’t think Eddie’s immune to that, as much as you want him to be.”

You watch Chrissy yank Eddie toward the kitchen, his feet struggling to keep up as they squeak against the tile floor, letting her wrap his fingers in between hers. You’ve never seen Eddie talk to Chrissy, so it was just as much of a mystery to you. 

And you knew the history with Jason and Chrissy, maybe he wasn’t really over her, maybe you were just a rebound—but so was he. That’s why you don’t stop him when he hurdles toward the kitchen, the rest of his posse hot on his tail, aside from Lucas. He grabs your hand before you make the decision to follow, shaking his head in warning.

“We should stay out of it.” He warns, “You know how he gets.”

“Yeah,” You nod pointedly, “That’s exactly the problem.”

“Munson,” Jason’s voice booms over the music, the entirety of the party turning their heads in his direction, ready to witness the carnage, “funny seeing you here.”

“You invited me.” He says, which is more of an attempt to make Jason look like an idiot.

He’s successful, gaining a few snickers and badly disguised laughs with a cough. 

“It wasn’t a legitimate invitation,” Jason confesses, “—and Chrissy, wow—that’s a hell of surprise, how do you two know each other?”

They both stumble over their words for a moment before Chrissy finally answers.

“I just asked him,” She settled on, “I didn’t want to come alone.”

It shouldn’t hurt Eddie as much as it did, his ego is wounded—Chrissy was cute, nice, but it was a low blow on her part, since he was the one supplying her with drugs, all while managing to keep it a secret. 

“So, pity,” Jason laughs, tipping his cup in Eddie’s direction, “—look, dude, I’d save yourself the embarrassment and just leave—it’s not like anyone wants you here—“

The last part forces you to put a stop to his assault, pulling gently at his arm, not wanting to become a secondary victim to his attack. “Jason, come on—everyone’s staring,” It took you a moment to realize that even the music had died down, all eyes on the four of you collected in the kitchen, ”babe, please.”

Eddie snorts an amused laugh at that, hand coming to rest against the counter top—he wasn’t even looking at Jason anymore, his eyes directly on you. You could see how badly he wanted to say something, make some snide comment, get back for all that you’d put him through—but it’s Jason that attacks instead, albeit, at your expense.

“I see why you like her,” Jason nods toward you, “—the mouth on her, it’s something—say, is that why you came? Did you think she was gonna take you back?”

You’ve never seen Eddie mad, but his face changes on a dime, open hand now closed fist and white knuckled. He could easily take Jason out, but he didn’t want to cause a scene, not in front of you. 

But, it’s the next thing out of Jason’s mouth that has him throwing that morale out of the window completely.

“Did you think you could come here and make a trade?” Jason antagonizes—you try to feel hurt, but it almost sounds like a good idea, you couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore, and maybe it had been like that for weeks, but tonight was the breaking point. 

Eddie punches first, slamming Jason against the ground as his fist connects with his eyebrows—again and again, until there’s blood covering his rings and Jason’s begging for relief. 

No one seems surprised—almost relieved that someone finally dealt with Jason’s shit, but it still pulls at your gut, that guilt as you stared down at him, his eyebrow split open at end, blood pouring and pooling quickly into his hand. 

Lucas senses your hesitance, kneeling down at Jason’s side, “Go—get him out of here.” He begs, shoving you away and into Eddie, his fists curled tightly at his side. You yank once, twice, until he finally gives in and lets you drag him away from the majority of the party.

The only unlocked door you can find is Jason’s bedroom, which is a horrible juxtaposition to your life. But, Eddie’s covered in blood and you know there’s enough stuff to clean him up in there, so you drag him along, silently. Eddie can’t even force himself to speak.

You move diligently, locking the door to the larger bathroom, guiding him toward the edge of the counter, squatting down to find the first aid kit under the sink before slamming it against the marble surface, finally breaking Eddie from his trance.

He doesn’t say anything, but his hand extends, allowing you to grasp it. You pull gently at his rings, letting the metal clink into the sink, covered in a sticky crimson red. The impression of his own rings had cut into his knuckles at how hard the blow to Jason’s face had been, his own blood mixed with what you could only assume was Jason’s. 

“That was stupid.” You say quietly, turning on the sink to let the water run over the rings, washing away as much blood as you could, guiding his hand under the freezing cold water, it’s even worse than the dull, throbbing pain in his hand. 

“Do you let him talk about you like that all the time?” Eddie asks suddenly, face pulled up in frustration, jealousy. 

“It’s Jason—who cares.” 

“You broke up with me for that?” He pulls his hand back suddenly, annoyed with the bitter cold of the water, but also how dismissive you were being. “Was I really that horrible of a boyfriend?”

“Eddie, no,” You say honestly, guiding his hand back toward you, rubbing a small alcohol patch against the skin, his face seemingly unfazed, “—why does this even matter?”

He goes quiet again, he feels the anger, the resentment, but the last thing he wants to do is take it out on you, not when you’re on the verge of tears—you didn’t even realize amongst all the chaos, it’s only when you finally start to calm, placing the small bandages on Eddie’s knuckles that you feel it settle in.

You clear your throat loudly, shoving his hand gently back toward his chest, slamming the kit closed and returning it to its spot underneath the sink. “Look—I don’t know why you came here tonight, I told you it was a bad idea.”

You face toward the sink, fetching his rings and attempting to wrap them in a towel to dry them, but Eddie stops your movements, taking the balled up material in his hands and placing it back down. “I can look after myself,” He tells you, his undamaged hand wrapping around your bicep, the cold sting of his fingers a shock to your warm skin, feeling overwhelmed and claustrophobic, “—why won’t you look at me?”

You shake your head slightly, eyes downturned and staring at your fidgeting hands, twisting your own dainty rings against the skin.

“Look at me.” Eddie demands softly, “Please.”

He’s met with teary eyes, lips pulled tight to keep any sounds from escaping, his thumb brushes away the stray tear that slips down your cheek.

“Is he always like that?” Eddie asks, whatever anger he felt a few minutes ago forced away, if only for a moment. You needed a friend, he could be that.

You shake your head, unable to admit it to yourself. “Not always—it doesn’t matter, Eddie. I just need to go back downstairs and tell him I’m leaving—he can finally try and get Chrissy back, I know that’s what he’s after.”

“We were coming from a deal,” Eddie tells you abruptly, your eyes pulling up to him in confusion, his hand still resting against your cheek. He hasn’t moved it and you couldn’t be bothered to move it either, “—she’s one of my regulars.”

You laugh at the absurdity, giggle bubbling from your chest. “Chrissy, seriously? God—Jason would shit himself if he knew that.” Then again, maybe he did—and maybe that’s why he hated Eddie so much. You didn’t care to find out, Jason was the last thing on your mind. 

Still, you couldn’t help but be upset at Eddie for being so irrational, causing a scene, you slap him in the chest suddenly, soft at first, but harder until he has to grip your hands, forcing you to stop. “That was stupid! Why would you do that?”

“I did that for you?” He responds passionately, and it pulls you back, surprised that he even admits it out loud. “Is that such a fucking shock that some cares about you?”

“We’re not together anymore.”

“Yeah—I’m very fucking aware of that,” Eddie snaps, “but I still care, I was your friend first, remember that?”

You’re silent, startled by his words. He’s not angry—just, upset.

“You threw all of that away,” Eddie tells you, “not me—not when I cared about you, liked you, fuck—I almost—I almost thought I loved you, you know?”

“Eddie—“

He doesn’t stop, a never ending flow of confessions. He was pouring his heart out to you in the middle of your ex-boyfriends party, hand still pounding with pain, and done with holding back for so long.

“You were worried about us not liking the same things? That I spent too much time on the things I enjoyed? You didn’t even communicate that to me,” Eddie takes a breath, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration, “maybe I was selfish for asking you to have sex with me that night, but I don’t regret—I never regretted anything in our relationship and if you hated me so much, you should’ve never committed yourself to it.”

“Eddie, I don’t regret anything—“

“And you start dating Jason, really? Jason?”

“Eddie!” You shout, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever heard you yell, stopping for a brief moment to hear you out. “I’m sorry—I should’ve never broken up with you the way I did.”

“Well, you did.”

And you feel it hit you, the urge to say it—it felt like you’re world was closing in on you and if you didn’t say it now, you’d never have the chance,

“I wish I’d never broken up with you at all.” You say softly, taking a step back to lean against the sink, hit with a sudden wave of vertigo or dizziness, the adrenaline of it all finally wearing off, “I can admit that now.”

“You don’t mean that.” Eddie says quietly, hand braced between you too, almost as a defensive mechanism. “Not after making me doubt everything about us.”

“You never did anything wrong,” You admit to him, “I was being selfish, I didn’t want to communicate—I just wanted things to be perfect—my perfect, but I don’t even know what this is now.”

“Relationships aren’t perfect, sweetheart.” He says soothingly, hand fading back slightly, “I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.”

“I’m starting to realize that.” You laugh bitterly, reflecting on all the stuff Jason had put you through, physically and mentally. “Look, I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“It’s okay.”

It was not okay, but Eddie wanted to make you feel safe, even if he needed time to process everything himself. 

You reach your hand forward to slip in his own, his fingers squeeze gently in return, like no time has passed at all. The low hum of the music from downstairs is overwhelming in the silence.

“I can take you home?” Eddie suggests, wanting to ditch this place just as bad. “If that’s what you want.”

You laugh softly at his weak attempt to be chivalrous, even if he was still upset with you, and it doesn’t dawn on you until you’re staring at the locked door of the bathroom, staring at Eddie, that you realized just how pissed you are at Jason—you were so caught up in making sure Eddie was alright that you forgot how cruel Jason had been toward Eddie, at your own expense. And if there was one parting gift you could leave Jason with, it would be this.

Eddie sees it too, the look in your eyes, like a silent agreement that whatever was to happen was just that—you could leave it here and forget about it afterwards, avoid the long awkward talk—just enjoy each other, because you knew you both needed it so desperately. 

He’s on you instantly, arms looping around your middle to lift you up onto the counter, spreading your legs open until he is snug, fit between you like the last piece of a puzzle, exactly when you need. His hands are calculated, rough, yanking your head back until your mouth meets his and it feels fucking amazing. 

You haven’t been kissed like this in a long time, overwhelmed by the sensation that you gasp loudly, eyes glaring into Eddie’s, his relaxed stare turning heated, his other hand slipping under your thigh, locking it around his hip until your cunt is pressed against the growing tent in his pants. He’s desperate for control and you can’t be bothered to fight it, letting him pull your head back until you’re grunting in pain, his lips latching into your neck greedily, leave a sizable bruise that’s too hard to ignore—and usually you aren’t one for hickeys, but you can’t be bothered to say no. You wanted it.

“Fuck, he really doesn’t touch you like this, does he?” Eddie asks redundantly, he knows Jason can’t, won’t—he’s unable to care about anyone but himself. “I’ve barely even kissed you and you’re already worked up.”

His hands push along the squishy flesh of your thighs, underneath the flowing material of your skirt until his fingertips bump your hip bones, squeezing tightly at the skin until you’re yelping, the small tickling sensation driving you wild.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He demands, leaning forward to sneak his tongue out against your top lip, teasing you greatly before dipping down to slip his tongue past your lips completely, kissing you sloppily. “Need to hear you admit it.”

“He doesn’t,” You rush out through smothered kisses, the sound of your voice swallowed up by Eddie and his eager mouth, “haven't even—he doesn't make me come, it’s been so long.”

“How long?” Eddie asks softly, tipping your chin up with his fingers, pulling back slightly to look at you. “Tell me.”

“Since I’ve had an orgasm?”

He nods, thumb pulling at your bottom lip until it slips away.

“A couple days,” You tell him; it wasn’t a lie, “maybe three.”

“I’m not talking about doing it yourself,” He smiles, the warmth of his breath hitting your face, “has he ever made you come?”

You shake your head, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Eddie makes a small noise of astonishment, not that he’s entirely surprised, but that you allowed it to go on for so long—you, of all people. His hand slips around the back of your neck, thumb pressing against the point where your jaw meets.

“Let’s fix that, yeah?” He nods, urging to move off the counter and follow him. “Lock his door.”

The his makes it even worse, realizing how dirty this feels—but you can’t be bothered to care. You both make a hurried attempt at unlocking the bathroom door, letting Eddie flip the light switch on while you fumble clumsily with his lock, alight with nerves you’ve never felt before, hands shaking with anxiety.

Eddie noticed your hesitation, invading your space until he’s lodged between you and the door, head tilted down to look at you, “Hey—we don’t have to—“

You laugh at yourself, eyes squeezing shut, nose scrunching up in amusement. You feel ridiculous. It was Eddie. Eddie. You had nothing to be worried about.

“God—shut up,” You say endearingly, squeezing his face in your hands until he’s leaning forward to kiss you, large hands traveling down your thighs until you’re jumping into his grip, letting him carry you to the neatly made bed, no doubt to be ruined in a few moments, “—fuck, do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

Eddie cups your cunt, fingers tracing gently over the thin material of your underwear, his eyebrows quirks up in question. 

“Yeah?” You nod furiously, the way you jerk at the smallest bit of pressure has him shaking his head in disbelief, “He couldn’t even touch you? You’re kidding me?”

You don’t answer and it causes Eddie to pull back, fully questioning every part of your relationship with Jason; it was a mystery how he could withstand touching you, almost seeming disgusted by it—it baffled Eddie to the point of speechlessness.

“Foreplay? Anything?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head, Eddie tuts softly in response.

“Sweetheart, you deserve so much more.” He says honestly, and you could burst into tears if you weren’t turned on right now, cunt pulsing at every minor touch Eddie made against your opening, sliding slowly up to the sensitive nub of your clit.

“Look at you,” He says tantalizingly, head tilted up slightly in a way to mock your own, your own head tilting back toward the pillows, mouth open on a wordless gasp, “I think I can make you come before I’m even inside you.”

You couldn’t even argue, it was absolutely possible. 

Eddie carefully slips his hand up and under the thin barrier of your panties, the first bare touch of his finger like electricity, sliding through your slick and back toward your clit, the ease of friction was too much, your hand grabbing desperately at his forearm, the muscles flexing underneath your grip with every movement. Eddie leans over you more, free hand rising to brush the loose hair from your face, thumb rubbing gently against your forehead, his wide eyes boring into your own. 

You moan without shame, openly and allowing the sounds to mix with the steady beat of the music. Eddie’s enjoy it too much, mouth opening with every sound you made, another easy attempt to mock you, flashing his big smile every time you caught on, but it didn’t stop you—and it definitely didn’t stop him. He’s rubbing deliberate, tight circles against your clit, determined to get you off quickly and break that long running streak that Jason had forced you into—none of that existed anymore. 

“Eddie, huh—I’m gonna,” You breath catches, back arching off the bed as he stops for a moment, leaning forward to bite along the side of your jaw, gently at your cheek, whispering into your ear.

“Where are your manners?” Eddie asks softly, “Didn’t forget them, did you?”

“Fuck, please—please, Eddie. I can’t take this.” You beg, moaning loudly as he continued his movements, with fervor and quickness, “—oh, Eddie—I’m so close—just want to come, please?”

“Go ahead.” He whispers softly, face resting gently against the side of yours as you come with a drawn out moan, hips jerking through your orgasm, his middle finger working you through the high until you finally come back down, tapping gently at his hand until he finally gives you some relief, his smile entirely too smug. 

“He’s really missing out,” Eddie tells you, voice soft, “You look so pretty when you come.”

And you don’t think you’ve ever blushed harder, shoving Eddie’s face away from yours playfully, giggling when he nips at your shoulder. You could drag this out, indulge in everything you missed out on for the last couple of months, but you really just wanted Eddie inside you—sex with him was…palpable. There  was always a charge of something within it, a connection that you didn’t have with Jason—it was like a drug.

“I could say the same thing for you,” You tease, yanking Eddie down against you, letting him shift until he’s settled between your legs, “—but I think I might need a refresher.”

Eddie pulls at his belt, shirt lifted halfway up his stomach as he works against the material, tossing his belt, then pants to the side—and somehow manages to pull your skirt and panties down in one go, save for your shirt. “Condoms?” He asks, when he’s finally settled back between your legs.

Fuck, you really should have thought about that. 

You lean over to the bedside table, rummaging through Jason's cluttered drawer and finally find the box, albeit empty, as you turn it over to shake out on the bed, discarding the useless cardboard.

Eddie chuckles from beside you, palming at his hard cock, your own face still filled with worry, anticipation. “Won’t be the first time, right?” You shake your head sheepishly, “—did he ever—“

You couldn’t stand the idea of sex with Jason without a condom, it was never a consideration or a question—it was the rule.

Another small head shake, Eddie’s grin grows wider—he’s unashamed and cocky as he hands roam his cock, tugging leisurely, he notices your gaze pulling to his hands—and it’s been so long, you just can’t help yourself.

“You want it?” Eddie asks teasingly, his free hand coming down to run through your folds, “You think you deserve it?”

The real answer is no, but you nod your head anyways, your hand coming up to yank at the bottom of his shirt, pulling him forward, cock nudging the top of your cunt lightly.

“Don’t go quiet on me now,” He chided, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock down the seam of your cunt, his breath slightly labored as he leans over you, twisting the thin cotton of your shirt in his hands, using it as leverage to pull you against him, his hips rocking gently, “do you, sweetheart?”

You gasp softly, your grip on his shirt tighter, the holds on each other like a vice, using one another as anchors, keeping yourself grounded in the moment. “Look at you,” He nods toward your soaked cunt, his dick glistening from your wetness, “—she missed me, didn’t she?”

You nod fervently, “Now answer my question,” Eddie says again, voice low and riddled with a timber that has you clenching around nothing, “do you deserve it?”

“No,” You say honestly, pathetically, but you still lift your hips up higher, forcing him to slip into you momentarily, his hips rocking away in response, “—I don’t, Eddie.”

“That’s right,” He nods, another soft tug at the shirt twisted in his hands and you rock against him once more, “—but I’m feeling generous.”

And he slips in slowly, without warning, your mouth open on a soundless whine as he stretches you open, his face drawn up in concentration. “Fuck—“ He groans, the hand that isn’t holding onto your shirt settles at your side, his thumb pressing against the outline of your hipbone as you breath, adjusting to him—he was bigger than Jason, more confident, and you felt it immediately, “—feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah—yes,” You nod, letting out a soft moan at his gentle thrust, his eyes never leaving your face, half lidded and dark—his eye contact drove you wild, something you’ve never felt before him, he fed off of the connection, wanting to watch you fall apart underneath him, but you were selfish and couldn’t help watching either, “take care of me, Eddie—please?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He says mockingly, a few more forceful thrusts that had Jason’s bed rocking against the wall, you couldn’t be bothered to care, too caught up in the moment. “—god, it’s been weeks, months since—“

“Since we’ve been together, yeah—I know,” You didn’t want to relive that pain, not with him deep inside you right now. “Let’s not talk about it.”

Eddie’s chuckle dies out on a groan as your cunt clenches around him, already over sensitive from your orgasm a few minutes ago, “I was trying to say since I’ve had sex.” He admits and you can’t help but look shocked.

“You—you haven’t—oh,” You gasp, a sharp snap of his hips has you grasping the sheets, untucking the nicely made bed, “—you really haven’t had—“

Eddie shakes his head lazily, fucking into you at a steady rhythm now, the mix of your moans overpowering whatever music was playing downstairs and if anyone was to turn it down, they’d surely here what was happening several feet above them. 

“He doesn’t like you—like this, does he?” Eddie asks harshly, his gaze heated and powerful, his hand loosening from your shirt to slip under your thighs, lifting them up at an angle that has you whining loudly, his cock slipping out of you momentarily before sliding back in roughly, “—can’t even look at you, it’s a fucking shame.”

You nod dumbly, agreeing with whatever he had to say. “He only ever—fuck, he only ever wanted me on my hands and—my, my knees,” You struggle to say, Eddie’s hands squeezing at your thighs relentlessly, pulling you wide and open, his gaze locked on the space where you two were connected, watching himself disappear again and again, mumbling soft, sweet praises that had you stomach clenching with pleasure, “—s’not like this, never like this.”

Eddie’s so lost in his own pleasure that he doesn’t respond, mouth hung open slightly as he moved against you, his soft, pink lips and deep contrast from his flushed face, the sweat of his face making his bangs stick to his forehead, he wouldn’t even remember his name if you asked him. 

“Eddie,” You say softly, broken on a gasp as he finally looks at you, his eyes there, but distant, “—I can take over.”

“Fuck, please—“ He sighs, flipping you both over without much problem, your hips locking around his own instinctively—the pace you set is overwhelming and Eddie moans out—if they didn’t know what was going on before, they surely did now. You couldn’t be bothered to care, though. 

“Wanna see your tits,” Eddie confesses, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt, “—please, baby.”

It’s a momentary slip, but neither of you address it. You slip the shirt over your head quickly, tossing it off to the side as Eddie leans up, his mouth latching over your breast without hesitation, sucking gently at the flesh, his other hand blindly wrapping around your neck, not squeezing, but resting.

You lean into it, a silent agreement to what he was asking, rocking your hips desperately against his cock, a feeble sound of acknowledgement slipping from your mouth, “Uh huh,” You answer, his face pulling away to look at you, “it’s okay.”

His hand tightens slightly, the pressure another added sensation. Eddie aids in the harsh bounce of your hips, ass slapping loudly against his thighs as he forces back a plethora of moans, trying to save you both some decency when you find the courage to walk downstairs. 

“What did I tell you?” He says harshly, neck angling up as he shifts his hand, “That night—when you broke up with me—say it.”

“Never—never would find someone,” You gasp suddenly, the hand not wrapped around your throat coming to work against your clit, his movements quick and deliberate, “—that fucks me like—fuck, like you do—no one takes care of me like you do.”

“Shit—and I was right, wasn’t I?” The fact that he even has the nerve to be so bold at a moment like this is pushing you over the edge, the feeling, the sensations, the anger in his voice—it was all the built up tension Eddie had held back finally breaking free, and you couldn’t take it.

“Yes,” You whine, movements slowing against him as you came, your hands bracing against his chest as you rode out the orgasm, his own hands struggling to latch onto your thighs, the precipice of his own release near, struggling to focus on your words, “—there’s no one, Eddie—fuck, no one like you.”

“Say my name like that again,” He pleads through gritted teeth, “want him to hear you say my name.”

“Eddie.” You say on a sigh, his eyes falling shut as his thighs tense, his movements erratic, sloppy—

“Louder,” He begs, falling back against the ruined bed, pillows and blankets askew, “fuck—say it louder.”

“Eddie,” You moan loudly, mostly out of performances but it’s also just felt so fucking good having him inside you again, moaning out his name with no shame, “—fuck, Eddie!”

“Shit,” He curses, “Move—sweetheart, please.”

He’s there, right there—but you can’t be bothered to care.

“Want you to come inside me, Eddie.” You tell him softly, “Please?” 

And if wasn’t the sound of your voice that did him in, it was the faint pout on your face as you sunk down for the last time, his cock spilling inside you, groaning loudly through his orgasm, cursing at the sheer force that it hits him with, “—that was—fuck—“ He breathes out, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, “—Jesus Christ.”

Your face pulls up in a smile, watching Eddie process everything, his hands squeezing at the flesh of your thighs gently, comfortingly. It takes him a few minutes, but eventually he comes back down, staring at you with a look that makes you feel vulnerable. 

“That was so much better than break up sex,” He laughs tiredly, tugging at your arm until you fall against him, hands braced on either side of his head, “—can I kiss you?”

You nod slowly, his hands lifting your hips to pull himself out of you, but the kiss soothes the loss, warm touches traveling up your spine as he slips his tongue past your lips, kissing you so full it’s overwhelming—the kind of fullness that came with love and history and emotion, you knew you weren’t over Eddie, and he wasn’t over you. 

“How are we supposed to walk back downstairs and act normal?” You ask with a lilt, face turning a soft shade of pink at the idea that everyone would know the second they laid eyes on you.

Eddie sits up, bringing you with him—“You should probably clean up first,” He points out knowingly, “and I need my rings.”

“Shit—oh, shit,” You completely forget, so caught up in everything, Eddie helps you off of his lap, throwing your clothes as you run through the bathroom entryway, disappearing for a moment while he dressed, “—can you fix the bed?” Your voice carries, the distant sound as you rustle around, grabbing Eddie’s rings.

“Fuck him,” Eddie scoffs lightly, mocking the offended look on his face as you peer around the door, rings clasped in your hand, “—seriously, fuck him.”

You shake your head with amusement, handing him his jewelry, watching him shove them into the pocket of his jeans.

“You should have thought about that before we fucked in his bed, sweetheart.” And you hated him for being right. “—let me drive you home.”

“Fine,” You sigh, “—but this does not mean we’re back together, Eddie. I still have to break up with him.”

Eddie laughs softly, hand reaching forward to tip your chin up, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip, “I never said anything about getting back together, sweetheart—but if that’s really what you want—“

You shake your head gently, “We can figure it out—I don’t expect anything after how I broke up with you.”

Eddie smiles, pulling your chin up high, his lips barely grazing against your own, “That isn’t gonna stop me from fucking you, though—someone’s gotta take care of you.”

And it didn’t sound bad at all—everything was complicated, you didn’t know how you could make things work after breaking up with Eddie the first time, but you were willing to give it time; figure things out. 

“Now, you’re gonna go look Jason in the eye,” Eddie waits for your nod of understanding, “and break his heart.” 

His devilish smile was enough to make you do anything if he asked.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

[teopatra]

tell a friend to tell a friend, she’s bacccck 🤭 🤭 🤭

~ 😗 pick an image 😗 ~

Todays topic is… DRUM ROLL PLZ 🗣️.. 🥁 🥁 🥁

Why do ppl hate on u?? 🤔

Group 1:

You’re the type of person that is very thorough and this makes other people compare themselves to you and automatically feel attacked bc it’s so obvious that they’re only working to achieve the bare minimum. Before meeting you most people did only what was expected of them in school and work until they met you and now they see you as the standard. If you were such a bad person then why would random stranger customers praise you??? give you gifts, buy you snacks, etc if you were such the bad guy like people make you to be.

You’re the type of person that people may pick on for no reason not bc they see you as weak but bc they WANT you to FEEL left out, these types of people were the ones crying and complaining on social media during quarantine about how lonely they were and sad bc they had to be by themselves and you was just there sipping your tea bc you did your shadow work years ago when everyone else was creating soul ties and being n superficial frenemey relationships . You’ve been ostracized since an early age, but they can’t seem to understand why no matter how cliqued up they are and you’re standing alone or with one other person who also stands alone, why you aren’t begging to be n the circle or why you aren’t trying to prove yourself to others. whole time you’re loved by your family, your community , your siblings and or you have a friend group outside of them that they’re not aware of. Needless to say, you’re pretty fulfilled in life.

Bc of your high IQ, whether you know or not, you actually are gifted in creativity. For most you prob are supppper stylish you’re Mr or Misses put that shit on .. like FORREAL, and you rarelllllly get compliments or you do but not publicly or people may come days later like I saw that pic you posted and you’re thinking to yourself liiiiike hmm I didn’t see you n the likes thooo hater if you seen it why you ain’t like it then?? 🙄 people tell on themselves and you’ll realize years later that the whole time you were really the IT girl or Him but you make people feel small so they’d never tell you. Silent stalkers, silent obsessed fans and hidden enemies & prob people who call themselves your besties bc they wanna be accepted by the masses and since your the unconventional baddie (really not unconventional it’s just everyone else is basic and unoriginal / you break the norms and people don’t know how to be stylish outside of following trends or recreating what they see on their FYP or timeline…) anyway the way you dress is original and you’re prob good at trend forecasting and when you say stuff people be like “shut up” cuz you’re always right and people are inept when it comes to being creative or original; at the same time if someone was to try to wear what you’d wear for some reason they’d look like a fool 😂 it’s giving that’s so raven vibes where you’re psychic AND fashionable like how you gonna be the whole package? Meanwhile they’re getting bashed by their own family members for being dumb as doorknobs lmao

School : you’re the type to actually pay attention and when simple questions are asked you realize how little common sense people have bc they’ll basically repeat what was just said and so many people are used to being pacified and not called out on their BS bc it’s “not nice” but you’re like eff that why did you just ask what we’re doing n class when we’ve been talking about it for the last 30 min like bffr?? Cuz atp you’re playing in MYYY face for wasting my precious time by having to repeat simple stuff. I see you being the type where you’re tired of the professor asking the class questions and the class just mute sitting there like 🥴😓🫤🫠😵‍💫😴 .. AGAIN WASTING YOUR PRECIOUS LIFE FOR WATTT EXACTLY? So you *sigh* (save the day Superman /superwoman) by , once AGAIN, answering.. the.. questions.. you feel a tap on your shoulder.. “how did you know that??” ARGHHHH you want to scream bc I’m sorry [TW] everyone at your school is stupid or slow and it be making you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be born n this time period bc it’s no way 😂 you’re the type to get a bad grade n an easy class like gym just bc you didn’t try or change out when in reality you don’t gaf bc you prob have a high GPA anyways. I see you overall being a nice person (I just seen 3:33) but you have a low tolerance bc you know what you want out of life and everyone is just going thru the motions.

Work: you exemplify great customer service and work ethic and most people may hate on you bc customers prefer your service over others not just bc you look good 😂 which people also try to say you have pretty privilege and that disgusts them bc you actually do but don’t get it twisted bc you’re handsome intelligent and you understand psychology really well which goes hand in hand with sales. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being friendly or doing your job right. I don’t see you being like a stickler rule follower but rather someone who engages with customers to make the day go faster and honestly it builds rapport and makes your reputation even better bc you could be the youngest yet seem the most knowledgeable bc people who’ve worked there longer or have senior experience bc they’re much older feel like you should just take notes from them even tho there’s no notes to be taken bc you body the job. In fact you body everything you do like they wouldn’t hire you if you weren’t qualified. You’re the type to get the job bc of your experience then when you work your magic now all your coworkers are hating UGH I can relate

Alright group 1 we’ve been going in LMBO if you want more actually check the other piles bc this one is getting long , like 2 may resonate assswelllllll🫶🏽✨💕

Group 2:

Okay girl people hate on you because they assume that because of how you dress you could come from a family that is a little more well off even tho you don’t flaunt it , tbh you are a lowkey kind of person and may be a bit timid. I see that you challenge yourself and put yourself out there because you’re a talented individual but your anxiety or shyness may get the best of you. You’re very intuitive and you can pick up on other peoples emotions you may be claircognizant or clairaudient or like the character in Charlie Bone who could touch objects and be transported back , so you sense things that most people don’t notice like subtleties and small changes n the frequencies.

People hate on you for seeing right thru them.. it’s unfair to ppl that try to hide behind a mask or coverup their true intentions or emotions and you may innocently ask someone what happened or what’s wrong bc something did and they didn’t tell anyone. So they immediately project on to you and call you weird or try to embarrass you wen you were trying to put yourself out there by being nice. Sorry I got side tracked but you could also be the type of person that doesn’t have alot of money but you’re resourceful and people wonder how you look so stylish when you’re not wearing anything designer. Or if you do wear designer brands it’s not the mainstream designer that people are used to and even up and coming designers that you’re aware of as are most people who are into the fashion world but these people are basic so all they know is Gucci.. you’ll have something on and people like it and love it trust me but they’ll try to get you to doubt your choices by making you the joke but honestly if it was so bad then why y’all talking about it sm?? Like who’s the fan? they are 🤭

People hate on you bc you’re chosen and they have pick me energy.. like you have the ability to stay focus and you’re selective with your energy I see you have this one true friend you rely on and everyone can’t stand them bc they’re 10 toes down for you and there’s prob a lot of daily talk where you’re the topic of conversation and others wish that people talked about them sm like they do you so they’d feel important but you’ve prob stopped someone from telling you what others say about you to you bc it isn’t aligned with your higher self or the action of gossip is just low vibrational. you’re like why’re y’all talking sm about other folks like can y’all step your game up so you can be the topic instead ??? You’ve prob told people you don’t care to go to college bc you want to sing , dance, act or do art.. strong fire energy or Aquarius energy. Like you’re just different and in your own lane and if anyone tried to find their way into your lane they’d automatically get called a copycat.

You’re the popular loner; you mind your business and stay focused and people hate on you bc you’re not easily distracted, there are no rumors that can go on about you bc you’re authentically you even tho you’re to yourself everyone knows exactly what you’re about and you really don’t leave any room for confusion or assumption cuz a “bih knew better than to to let [me]/ you hear it” .. 😂

People hate on your bc they can’t try you and honestly you’re probably everyone’s crush and they’re all competing for you.. funny thing is people don’t converse about how hot you are to each other bc in everyone’s eyes they’re trying to get with you or you’re their imaginary gf or bf and they wouldn’t admit it bc they don’t really wanna know who you’d pick😂 BIG delusional energy , you don’t have mean girl vibes but you don’t play the BS games. You make people feel like they have to step their game up like they may act childish but when you come around everyone straightens up and fights for your attention even if it’s a friend group bc they’re all secretly in love with you and wonder what type of things you’d like so they can win you over

People hate on you bc of how classy you are it doesn’t come off as arrogant, it just gives boujee high standard vibes. you could have a very attractive parent or older sister and peoples older siblings and parents can have crushes on your family and that’s why people hate bc they ugly 😂 or if their dad has a crush on your mom it’s like 🙄 it seems like people cannot escape you bc you’re the talk of the town.. people also hate on you because people try to be like you wen they realize their crush likes you bc even if you were to like someone back you don’t make it obvious you like to play hard to get or you like to be chased (AS YOU SHOULD ).. you may catch people watching you or eavesdropping or trying to steal glances at your phone or Instagram.. people would love to be your friend to get advice from you but they’re jealous and jealousy consumes people.. you’re really the nicest person but you couldn’t care less who likes you or doesn’t cuz at the end of the day you have INFLUENCE. And with great power comes great responsibility.. years later these people may try to friend you on FB or tell you how inspired they were by you or they wish you were friends.. but like they couldn’t handle being your friend anyway bc their standards for themselves really aren’t that high and it shows 😂

Strong Scorpio rising or Scorpio placements but now Scorpio sun

Group 3:

Bet y’all never heard this one 👇🏽😜 [explicit lyrics]

Okay last but not least pile 3 you should read pile 2 bc it’ll make more sense. you are also extremely talented and for some reason you have this karmic lesson that you have to overcome where everyone tries to put you into a certain box like oh you should just be a nurse o you should do this or be that but they don’t have the type of talent you have and with that type of talent that you have will attract a lot of naysayers but if you do music you either have a very angelic voice or your music tone or type is original like Kendrick Lamar’s flow when he first came out or like a mixture of alternative rap.. whatever it is don’t be shy try to live out loud. You’re not the type of artist that shoves your art in peoples faces and if you put your art on a platform like Etsy or SoundCloud I see the more intention you put into it and the more you believe in yourself the more attention you attract from strangers. People hate on you because you stand by your work whether it be tarot, pottery, resin work, herbology, makeup etc and people in your hometown may not support it as much as others do… like if you were to have a showcase I see people from other places hoping you announce a date so they can come to your city and support you aww 🥹 it MAY take years of hard work BUT that’s what people want us to think.. the Divine blessed you with a gift that you should love OUT loud.. the more you do the more resistance you’ll get from those around you but that’s bc Saturn, Rahu, Mercury, and Ketu want to challenge how hard you’ll work bc not everyone deserves to be famous which is why some famous people or people of notoriety flop or don’t last long bc it’s not genuine.. you don’t do it for the money you do it out of love..

people hate on you because you EXUDE love.. you ARE LOVE and there’s nothing bad people can say about you bc you don’t harm anyone you give people compliments but I see a lot of people from your family or hometown deal with generational trauma and they’re not used to Divine energy and true love so you trigger people bc you illuminate their shadows and you make them uncomfortable with how at peace you are with yourself.. you are an influence /influencer (in the making.. on a wide scale don’t think that you’re not an influencer just bc you’re it rich or famous or getting a bunch of brand deals baby you better live delusional cuz that’s how you manifest)

people hate on you bc they may secretly buy your products or listen to your music when they’re alone and it triggers something n their soul when they hear your voice and words and it may make them cry bc they realize how unhappy with self they are .. people wish they had your confidence to have a passion and a gift and to love it sm that you want to share it with the world they also hate how insecure they are.. they know your songs bar for bar and want to play it n public but feel embarrassed 😒

People hate on you because you’re funny and for some reason people wanna hate you sooooo bad for no reason lol what’s their problem and you make your haters and enemies laugh and they can’t help it to the point where they may try to be nice to you and even if they didn’t do anything overly mean or bully like to you you look at them like their dumb wen they do bc you’re like ummm didn’t you hate me last week ???? And now they have a reason to make you the bad guy (might wanna read group 1)

People hate on you for being the youngest 😂 they hate on you for dumb things like having small hands or being dainty .. people could hate on your for liking cute stuff (like hello kitty or computer games even if they’re violent or logical games) like you’re like a cute little angel baby even if you’re a guy and if you’re a guy people hate on you bc you’re sweet and quiet and you laugh to yourself and other guys feel like you should flex your masculinity some people (TW) may try to say you’re gay for liking certain things which you could be and so what if you are gay used to mean happy ☺️ but for most of you I see you’re severely homosexual lol and lowkey all the girls have crushes on you but even tho you’re a quiet angel baby you prob got lean muscles and dark hair and you just don’t look like the other guys it’s crazy how men deal with beauty standards like women too but even tho most people may not have an outward crush on you, if there was a vote most people surprisingly to you would actually say you’re quite attractive ..

people hate on you bc you wear simple clothes like graphic tees and joggers and you look so hot 😂 I see you may be kind of a clutz or accidentally wear mix match shoes bc you got dressed n the dark lmao it’s giving strong struggling artist hobo vibes lmao and people hate that about you bc you’re naturally alluring and radiant. You may like anime or like to tell stories, even tho people may try to act like you’re lame if there was a bonfire people would want you there and sometimes people may try to throw parties just to see if you’d show up but you never do bc ✨social anxiety✨ .. strong E girl E boy /goth vibes it reminds me of stefan salvatore from vampire diaries 🤭😍🤤😫.. you’re not actually a guys guy or a girls girl bc you prob have a lot of siblings that are the opposite gender or you and you’re the only one that’s a girl amongst brothers or vice versa or if you’re the only boy with a bunch of sisters you may have a baby brother that’s wayyyyy younger than you .. basically you see how people may use manipulative tactics due to gender

I keep seeing backpacks maybe you take transit a lot of you like to walk and you just got your backpack but what you got n there Dora? 👀 better not be a weapon of mass destruction lolz jk

Strong mutable sign vibes or check your Pisces /12th house and gemini houses or Mercury

#Spotify #SoundCloud #channeled message #oracle message #pisces #tarot #aquarius #aries #astrology #cancer #capricorn #gemini #pac reading #free tarot #love reading #tarotblr #tarot tumblr #intuitive readings #teopatra #leo #libra #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image #reading #sagittarius #scorpio #taurus #virgo

[cocogum]

Nora is being indirectly mistreated by her own family.

(And why my Noramalia obsession is slowly increasing-)

I don’t know why this happened the way it did but episodes 7 and 8 FED ME SOME GOOD NORAMALIA MOMENTS ✨✨

Also, let me just say how episode 7 ended up being the FIRST EVER recorded conversation between Amalia and Nora and it was WONDERFUL 💕💕

My girl is always the one complaining first but for once, it’s Nora who beat her to it 😭😭

I never thought I’d see the day when someone else would say their complaints out loud and it would be AMALIA OF ALL PEOPLE to try to look at the positives of the situation!

No matter how many times I keep analyzing how these two behave around each other throughout these two episodes, my heart keeps fluttering cuz I see NO FLAWS WHATSOEVER IT’S PERFECT ‼️‼️💖💖💖

Just look at how Amalia keeps being the one supporting Nora and snapping her awake from her panic attacks!

You’d usually think the ones who’d help her often with her problems would be Yugo, Qilby, and even Adamaï, her actual BROTHERS, or even her own mother but NO!!! It’s AMALIA!!!

Amalia saw how Nora looked super out of it during the battle and decided to go to her and snap her from her trance AND EVEN HELD HER SHOULDER OMG ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!?

But you’re gonna tell me: “chillax dummy, she only did that cuz it was the right thing to do. Yugo was busy supporting Adamaï and Qilby’s just being a dick.”

Oh yeah?

Well I reject ur premise.

Amalia is such a good girlfriend that she KEEPS BEING BY NORA’S SIDE EVEN AFTER SHE CALMED DOWN.

Ankama could’ve made Joris support her instead since he was free but nope! It HAD to be Amalia 💕💕

Just look at how my girl keeps holding her from behind and making sure she’s alright.

Keep in mind that Amalia has no idea what’s going on with Nora. This is the second legitimate time she sees Nora like this (since Nora also had one of those moments back in the Sadida kingdom) and Amalia does not know if her frozen state usually happens when she sees something that triggers her or if this is just something that Nora gets from time to time.

Whatever Amalia may be thinking about this, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s the only one in the group who realized her peculiar case and did something to help her.

Not only is this character development for Amalia, but it also shows how she caught Nora’s odd behavior much more quickly than the others. And it only took two times for her to see it to do anything about it.

LOOK SHE’S STILL HOLDING NORA ‼️‼️‼️

Are you seeing this shit⁉️⁉️⁉️

How the hell am I the only one addressing Amalia’s care for Nora???

And Nora just lets her!

Even after her little panic attack ended, she still lets Amalia touch her back for support!

This is honestly such a cute detail and I love how the small noramalia moments are treated like this 💖

When you really think about it, the relationship could work, especially for Nora’s part.

Nora’s family is especially messy and chaotic. Her mother is too traumatized by the necromes to do anything about her situation or even ask her how she’s feeling. She didn’t even have an alone talk with Nora to properly talk about how she was feeling. I bet that even when Nora had managed to save the Eliatrope goddess and got to be alone for some time, not even once did the Eliatrope goddess ask her anything cuz Nora was too busy consolidating her mother while internally freaking out for her brother.

Yugo and Qilby are just fighting with each other while Adamaï stays on the sidelines and doesn’t try to get closer to his mother, preferring to put some distance between him and her.

So who’s left to talk about her troubles or to let out her frustrations and misery?

Amalia.

The only person who attempted to help and noticed she had something off.

The only person who, despite not being family or even a divinity, attempted to do anything about her case.

The only person who stayed next to her and placed her hand behind her back even when she stopped freaking out.

Amalia would be a good person Nora could choose to go to for her problems.

It’s clear to see Nora had no room to breathe or place herself first at any moment that we got to see her. Her mother and her brothers are taking too much space and they don’t seem to realize how much she’s got to lose despite the evidence plastered right in front of their faces. Even when Nora explains to them how she managed to find their mother and how Efrim had to sacrifice himself in the process, she gets absolutely no words of consolidation from her brothers or her mother.

Instead, she just gets looks of sympathy from Yugo and Adamaï but it’s clear that they don’t seem to be sad about Nora being stuck in her dofus but rather because she lost her brother. For a primordial eliatrope to understand that their dofus won’t hatch because their sibling got infected means that they’re aware they can predict their time of “death”, ending their continuous cycle and rebirth that was supposed to last for eternity. Since the eliatrope council cannot die and constantly come back to life, this could technically be considered their actual death.

Upon knowing that Nora knows this however, the Eliatrope goddess simply says :

What kind of answer is that?!

Her mother is basically implying that there’s no hope for Nora but at the same time is saying that she loves her??

She does realize that her words feel empty now that she told her she couldn’t let that happen again right?? She’s basically indirectly saying that Nora is a lost cause.

It's clear to see that Nora has much more to lose than her other family members.

She’s the only one who lost her brother for good and will likely not get reborn in her next life with him because she’ll be stuck in her dofus forever. To be able to get reborn over and over again but not be able to anymore because your brother froze the cycle is a fate worse than death. She’s the only one who’s hiding her sadness and pain to give space for her mother because she thinks her problems are way less important than what’s currently going on. She’s the only one having panic attacks and thinks she’s seeing her brother everywhere. She’s the only suspect who is likely the reason why the portal to the necrome world is even there and is very likely the sick eliatrope.

So to have Amalia do this small and kind gesture for Nora made my heart warm up at the fact that she IS worried for her and is still holding her up after she had her little struggle.

Their relationship doesn’t even need to be romantic. Just as long as I get to see Amalia be by Nora’s side for anything, I’d be happy.

Cuz to be real with you, I’m starting to get annoyed that her family doesn’t seem to understand the level of severity of Nora’s case.

If Amalia noticed Nora was having a panic attack, then she could notice her struggles hidden inside her if Nora confided in her. (this also means her family should be able to clearly see it but since they’re not doing anything about it, they shouldn’t be an option for Nora to go to).

And that’s what I would like to see.

A moment like this where Nora can properly rely on someone who isn’t her family.

But for a romantic relationship, I can definitely see it too lol

Amalia’s usually the one speaking her thoughts so shamelessly but Nora might as well take her place and be a boss ass bitch while Amalia’s the more caring side and supports Nora and hears her troubles.

That can be a good dynamic to see. We only saw a glimpse of it when Nora was complaining about the rulers of the world. So it’d be nice to see these two talking to each other again like this.

#this was initially supposed to only be a post about noramalia but it turned out i had more things to say lol #noramalia 💕💕 #yes this is the ship’s name i’m the first member of it’s fanclub AND THE FOUNDER so bow down to me- #yes i’m delusional #yes i’m taking every bread crumbs i can find #no my ass is not desperate #this is literally a rant and i’m ready to fight with anyone #a rant slash analysis??? #i’m not sure if this counts as both #this post started off as fun and simple and ended on an emotional note??? at least from my perspective #krosmoz #ankama #wakfu #wakfu amalia sheran sharm #wakfu amalia #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu nora #nora wakfu #nora #wakfu noramalia #noramalia #wakfu nora x amalia #nora x amalia #wakfu rant #wakfu rants

[livelaughlovesubs]

Mc as an airhead in hades

What if ra-on was a total himbo, someone very carefree and slow?

Request from @piliki777

part 2

He’d find them irritating.

Levi wouldnt know how to handle them, none of ra-on’s reactions were within his calculations. First he hung them, secondly he glared at them all hostile, then he hung them again. And ra-on’s reaction? “Where did those ropes come from?!” That was all they had to say. Levi did try to tell it to them, saying, “I just hung you, you were dying weren’t you?” To which our little clueless mc would say, “I was dying? When??”

At first it made him furious, what do you mean you didn’t understand? Who wouldn’t understand? He was sure they are acting, but after awhile he’d realise they really are that… can you say stupid?

Then it made him confused and annoyed, cuz you were unpredictable. Normally anyone would get mad when their lives are suddenly threatened, or the devils might feel exited, yet you were none of it. Not to mention the dumb questions ra-on asked him, like, “are you really the most beautiful devil? How are you so sure?” He’d take it as an insult, if he didn’t know you by now. You really were only asking, even so he still took it as a hit to his ego and would hang you again.

Or asking other dumb things like, “why aren’t you smiling?” “Why don’t you trust other devils? I thought you guys don’t lie?” “What do you mean you aren’t a devil? Why else would you have those horns?”

Even he’d get overwhelmed with the amount of questions you have, he might hang you again to silence you, or actually answer them one after another. “There is no need for me to smile.” “I’m not like the other devils, I know how to doubt and be suspicious.” “Just because I have horns doesn’t mean I am a full blooded devil.”

“But you are living in hell, as a devil, right? Then it doesn’t matter what blood you have!”

He doesn’t have any words to counter that. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all, you and your simple way of thinking.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad levi #whb levi #leviathan whb #leviathan what in hell is bad #whb leviathan

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

OFMD Fix-it Part 2

Ayyy here’s part 2! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1! I read the tags and comments often y’all are too nice ;v; Enjoy all 69 pages! tw for blood and injury

Part one

kofi

Wee john: Fuck yeah! Roach: We took over Blackbeard’s ship!! Frenchie: Oh no! You dastardly pirates are too scary for me! I surrender!!

Stede: All good everyone! Crew: IS IT?? Stede: [gasp] Did you guys take back the ship?? Ed: You’re shitting me Stede: Excellent job, everyone!

Ed: Hey! Stede: Oh, sorry! I look forward to hearing about it! Ed: Please don’t crack your face again Buttons: Were yee crying? Both: WHAT?! No! Ed: I physically cant cry Stede: Why so you keep asking that? Crew: Captain! Stede: WAIT I’m not discouraging this energy, but please be careful of-

Ivan: What do you want us to do with Izzy, captain? Frenchie: OH FUCK THE KNIFE! Swede: PULL IT OUT! Roach and jim: NO!! [schluck] Pete: FUCK PUT IT BACK IN!! Roach and jim: NO!! Ed: Why disturb him? Sleeping so peacefully. I’ll deal with him later [schluck]

Pete: Where’s lucius? Stede: Yes, we’re missing lucius. Ed! Is the boy below deck? Pete: Did something happen? Frenchie: Oh yeah almost forgot! [knocking on the deck] Stede: What’s this, frenchie? Ed: Lucius is dea-

Lucius: OH THANK GOD! I was going mad in that wa-

Pete: Where have you been? Stede: Lucius! Good to see you, my boy! wee john: Cap’n... Lucius: I was hiding in a secret wall I’d found. Frenchie thought I was a ghost for about a week. Luckily the ship was a barnacled mess Frenchie: Still not convinced if I’m bein’ honest. Couldnt believe you’d survived, Stede: Survived? Pete: Why would you be a ghost, babe? Lucius: Because Blackbeard threw me overboard

Ed: A momentary laspe of judgement  Olu: Oh shit

Stede: [knocks] Ed? [door unlocks]

Ed: Ship’s yours again. I can be gone- Stede: you’re leaving? Ed: I nearly killed lucius. Aren’t you upset? Stede: Absolutely livid, but you didnt succeed, thankfully! The atmosphere is tense, things are a little unclear, but they’re open to speaking. I’ve forgiven them for planning to kill me! Blows over quite fast, I’m sure- Ed: I’m a terrible person, stede. You don’t even-

Ed: Crew needed me. Wanted to help me. And I chose Blackbeard. All ‘cuz Izzy opened his FUCKING mouth ‘n backed me into a corner! Lucius would see right through it. I didn’t know what else to d- [flinch] Stede: It’s ok

Stede: Blackbeard is how you’ve been surviving. I understand that now. The only reason you were put in that position was because of my poor decisions. I promise I’ll be here no matter what to help us all get through this. Ed: Pull up the chair, I want my knife back Stede: Oh good finally...

Ed: So a big cat, a carriage accident, and a dropped piano? All at once? Fuckin’ hell, mate, you let ‘em have it. Though, I’d go as far to say the cat was too much. Stede: Whaaat? How could you say that about Ned? He did great. Ed: Just BITTER I wasnt there to see it

Stede: I’m sorry you had to do this again. I know you’re still angry...Ed: Wasn’t about being angry... not at first at least. Just felt.... sad. Really fucking sad, Stede. Didn’t know what to do without you here. None of us did. Felt... Like I just wanted to lay down and die Stede: I...I didnt think my absence would be felt this deeply

Ed: Oh shut- You’re not serious Stede: No, I’m serious. Mary and the kids were much happier when we were planning my departure fuckery. I genuinely can’t think of a time where someone missed my presence

Ed: Well fuck everyone else. Was the crew pissed when you said why you left? Stede: Very much so Ed: Then they missed you, cheers [mumble] I sure as fuck missed you Stede: You did? Sorry, Impulse. Ed: Lean up a bit Stede: I hop I can earn your trust back one day

Ed: Well, knowing about that Chauncey fuck makes me less pissed at you. Least you didn’t ditch me ‘cuz you didn’t want me around anymore. Stede: Oh no, I’ve liked you since the day we met. Ed: You did look hot bleedin’ out on the deck of that spanish ship. Stede: I’m choosing not to unpack that at this moment. Ed: All done up you go! [loud closed-mouthed scream] [ed repressing laughter] You good? Guts still in? Stede: [strained]I think so Ed: Lean on me til it passes

Thanks, did you sew me up the first time? Ed: Nah, that was fang Stede: That fang, beautiful work Ed: Go lay down. I gotta clean up your blood Stede: Again, sorry

Ed: If you apologize one more time for being stabbed, I’ll stab you again Stede: But it led to so much character development last ti- I’ll leave you to it then

Stede: Ah, is this my-? What’s it doing under th-

Stede: Forget I- Ed: No, that’s- I mean, it is yours... It doesnt even smell like y- JUST PUT IT ON

S: May I ask you-? E: shoot S: Why did you let me board the ship? E: I was tired of izzy nagging to blast you with the cannons. Kept talkin’ in my ear about you ‘n it just made me angrier and angrier. Got me so amped up to just fucking kill you the moment I saw you again. Thought I'd just be furious, but I felt... giddy?  /hated/ that my chest was pounding, that just made me angrier

E: Then you show up with your tits out looking handsome as shit. S: hmmm [olu: One last thing, captain Stede: What is it, olu- RIP] E: I thought of it too. Leaving. Thought I’d get ahead before I disappointed you. Wasn’t itching for adventure, I knew I was in too deep with you S: I always thought I was disappointing /you/. I’m not the most exciting person E: Me?

E: Stede, you’re the boldest bugger i’ve ever met. Ever since i’ve known about you, you’ve made the most batshit ballsy moves. You took those English hostage, you swindled iz to get them back. you told blackbeard to go suck eggs in hell You stood up to the weird twins, to the English navy, to those richies at that party, to izzy, to jack, to ME. You’re the coolest, kindest person I know, Stede. I’m nuts about you. S: … guess I've never seen myself from that perspective E: If anyone else told me that story, i’d have them tied to the anchor for such a bullshit lie, but it’s you, so i believe it. Its as ridiculous as you are.

E: do you think I’ve ever gotten this upset over some quick drunk fuck parting ways? Only you.

S: Why only me, though?

E: You’re the only person that makes me feel… safe? Like I don’t have to be blackbeard 24/7. Most of my old mates were just dickheads who showed up when they wanted something the buggered off

Dont’ gotta worry about you stabbin’ me in my sleep cause i pissed you off.  You don’t laugh when I talk about a fine fabric or a pretty looking teacup. I’ve told you things I thought I’d take to my grave because anyone else would throw it back in my face... But not you. I like your fire hazard, secret passage ship, your crew, when you talk about clothes ‘n book ‘n flowers. You don’t act like anyone else but you... And I envy that

Ed: Because it’s you

Stede: No one’s ever thought that about me... I���m sorry. Hah, I feel a bit dizzy. Ed: Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Lay down if you need [stede crying] Stede?

Stede: You’re the first person who doesnt think I’m a burden. My father, Mary, peers- My whole life- That I was selfish for being born [crying] Ed: Again, Stede, Feck ‘em

Stede: Meeting you was the best day of my life. I was so relieved when you- on the beach- Yuo looked so happy, and I destroyed that Ed: shhh

ed: It’ll be ok

Ed: Look at me. You came back

Ed: And that made Ed happ- IZ: EDWARD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! [IZZY YELLING]

Ed:[calm] I’m sorry, Will you excuse me for one moment? Stede: Feel free! Ed: Thank-you [Izzy still yelling] [door slam] rapid steps]

[clattering above] [Izzy screaming] [crew cheering] foot falls approaching]

Ed: Now, where were we? Stede: ....Actually I do wanna know Ed: Let’s say, Bit too tied up to bother us again

[stede huffs a laugh] Ed: You look exhausted, you should rest. Pincushion gets the mattress Stede: oh no, I couldn’t. where are you sleeping? Ed: Perfectly comfortable desk right here. [pained moan] Stede: Right... Ed: Night, Stede

ed: I’ll steal a couch soon. ‘M too old to sleep on desks now Stede: I have no qualms [ed sighs]

Ed: Hey, stede Stede: Mm Ed: Can we.... Can we just forget about the beach and start over?

Stede: I don’t think I can this time, Ed. Ed: Slightly concerned you can forget me almost killing you but not a kiss Stede: I’ve decided to be done with running away from my problems and pretending they never happened. But beyond that, My whole world shifted with that kiss. I can’t ever forget that. The memory alone kept me rowing to get to you again

Stede: We’ve hurt eachother, but I’m more than willing to put in the work to mend it... Which is something I never did with mary. Ed: I wont stab you in the earhole by the way. Got mine out of he way. Stede: Only fair! We’re even now. Ed: But mine was funny [swat] [giggle]

Ed: Last thing, then you can sleep off the stab wound Stede: Oh good... Ed: If Blackbeard was gone for good, would you stay? Lotta folks want the novelty y’ know. ‘S been gnashing at the back of my skull. Stede: I met Ed first not Blackbeard

Stede: ‘M staying forever now. Best friends at first sight. From my point of view at least

Ed:...Olivia... How ya doin’, Iz? Iz: Are you fucking joking? Just tell me what’s going on

Ed: Stede won. Crew took the ship back. I’m staying.  Oh and lucius is alive, as you saw. Kid said the ship was so mucked up, he was able to hang on to sneak onto the ship. Thought you handled that way back when? Iz: that fookin- Ed: So i’m giving you a choice.

Iz: Just cut my foot off at this point anything but this. Ed: why can’t you ever just relax, izzy? It doesnt have to go this way, yet you stomp your feet Every. Single. Time. How many years have we known eachother; do you even like my company? Iz: How could you even say that to me? I’ve given my life to you time and time again. And You’re going to let some tart waltz back in and uproot everything we built.  Ed: Built what? We’re fucking pirates, mate!

Powertrip’s over. This is it. It was a good ride. Fang: Lucius! You’re missing this shit!! Ed: You may love waiting to end up like... another leather clad, middle aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of his own piss, but you’re not dragging me there with you. So make a choice Iz: You’d really let me walk? Ed: Truthfully, i’d prefer you play nice and enjoy yourself for once. but I’ll give you three options.

Ed: Old way is gone. Either one, accept that and keep it pushin’. Two, I would just let you fuck off, but you’ve proven to be a liability out of my sight, so i’ll have fang cut your talk box, so you never speak stede’s name ever again THEN you can fuck off. And three, more of a clause to one,

Ed: If you go rogue, I’ll make you beg for hell. Threaten anyone on this ship again, You’ll never feel the warmth of the sun ever again

Ed: I’ll let you down if you behave

Iz: [despair sigh] just leave me up here a while longer. ‘S quiet for once. Ed: well alright, take some time to process. let fang know when you gotta piss Lucius: Bad morning? Iz: Yeah, keep staring, twat Lucius: That sounded threatening, right fang? Fang: He’s not above pissin’ on you, kid

Ed: [muffled] breakfast? [smack] Didn’t remember blackbeard snuck into your bed? Stede: No, I remember. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating again. Also, once again, you’ve processed this very quickly

Ed: Were yee seein’ phantoms? Stede: No more guilt phantoms thank goodness. Was getting sick of those buggers. Ed: Love a good phantom. You seem less tightly wound. Glad you’re phantom free

Stede: Took awhile to realize, but This is where I belong. Ed: No fucking shit

Ed: Speaking of, Y’ know, I’ve thought on it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being angry and sad and lonely. Fucking sick of it. Already stabbed you, no sense in wasting time acting mad when I know what I want S: And what is that? E: Wanna be liked and kissed and happy.

Stede: Perfectly reasonable things to- Ed: I also want to be co-captains with the gentleman pirate. [choke] I’m lying in your bed with you, stede. Who do you think’ll be kissing me? The swede? Stede: I didn’t want to PRESUME. Is this a new job role for co-captains? Ed: Is now! ‘S why I promoted you. But you’re still on thin fucking ice. Stede: Poor jim. Promoted in less than a day. Ed: Don’t actually tell jim. They’re super pissed at me Stede: oH Ed: Now, onto couch theft, I’m thinkin’-

Stede: You’ve got some- Ed: I get it? Stede: Not quite, just- Oh- fuck it

Ed: Dastardly man. Diabolical. Definitely not gentlemenly

Ed: Fuckin’ missed you!

End

#gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #my art

[soliarus]

Thoughts Of You

-fluff, hangover, dahyun acting like a hopeless lesbian!! implied relationship

: hangover or not Dahyun's mind never ceases to stop racing, especially about you

words 684

non-idol!dahyun x fem!reader

Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted into the room, it welcomed a nice shine of light which gladly took its place, laying a sunny streak over Dahyun’s sleeping face. As pretty as she looked with the sun shining on her face, she didn’t seem to like it much. If the groan was anything to go by, and the whine as she turns to face the other way, shifting around on the bed. 

Fuck the sun. I’m tired n wanna sleep. Head hurts. Where is she? 

A giggle rings through her head, the sound pounding off the walls of her brain. Another groan, and although her eyes are closed she feels around the bed, looking for something or rather someone. Another giggle echoes in her head, and Dahyun has to adjust her eyes, taking in the empty white sheets around her. 

Mmmm, actually this breeze feels nice. But, where is she???

She turns back over, and her head hurts, it aches terribly, but she wants you first. You’re sitting next to the same damn window that woke her up, in a plain white tee and a pair of light gray sweatpants. Criss-cross on a large beanbag, work laptop on your lap, with your reading glass on. You tilt your head at her, waiting for her to come to her senses, even if it was just a little bit. 

Shit that’s hot for no reason. Say something, c’mon, say something.

“Good Morning” Dahyun mumbles, more like grumbles, into silence, this time you hold back your laugh, biting your lip. Getting up and walking towards her, you softly run your hand through her tangled hair. Dahyun leans closer towards the touch. 

“Good morning to you too,” you whisper softly, “even if it’s four in the afternoon”. Dahyun huffs, closing her eyes to bear the pain grunting as you help her sit up against the headboard. You place a glass of water against her lips, and then hand her some painkillers. Dahyun’s eyes furrow, she swallowed the pills with difficulty, tilting her head back felt horrible and when she did it felt like her brain moved in her head, worsening this already unbearable ache. 

Never drinking again, ever. Not happening, no matter what. But this treatment is to die for… a pretty girl, with pretty hair, n pretty eyes, my pretty-

“I know baby, it aches, but you did such a good job,” you praise her and leave a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiles, almost in bliss, she thinks that if she gets enough kisses from you, you’d be able to cure this horrible hangover. 

More please, kiss me more, praise me more. M’like it, more please. 

“I’ll get you something to eat, be right back,” you assure her before stepping out of the room. 

nooooo come baaaack

And you do, holding a bowl of warm Miso soup, you sit on the edge of the bed, you mix the soup with the spoon, before lifting it up to feed Dahyun. The girl blushes, and she lifts her hand, “It’s okay, you don’t have to feed me”. You smile, your eyes pointing towards her lifted hand, it’s shaking, “oh”. And Dahyun quickly puts her hand back down, her blush reaching her ears. 

That was so fucking embarrassing. 

“You’re cute,” you mumble, feeding her. Dahyun has to grip the sheets to brace herself. 

No u. 

“Where did you order the soup from anyway?” Dahyun tries to make light conversation, but your sudden frown makes her want to bury herself. “Doesn’t taste good enough?”

Fuck Dahyun, you desperate gay freak! You made her sad! 

“S-sorry! It’s just really good! Like the best soup I’ve ever had! Literally at the top of my list now! Just wanted to know where you got it cuz it’s that good-” Dahyun truthfully rambles. You blush, looking away, a soft smile on your lips as you tug a piece of hair behind your ears. It’s like Dahyun is falling more in love with each passing second. “I made it myself, actually; I’m glad you like it,” Dahyun beams. 

Dahyun, you smart bitch! 

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #dahyun #dahyun imagines #dahyun x reader #twice imagine #twice dahyun

[nekoannie-chan]

Does it matter?

Title: Does it matter?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D!Reader.

Word count: 224 words.

Square: A1 “Age difference.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve is thinking a lot about age difference between you two.

Major Tags: Age difference, doubts.

Additional tags: This my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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Steve was pacing back and forth; he didn't know what to do. He thought it was wrong to do what he wanted to do, but it was also the first time in his life that he felt something like that. He was even starting to avoid you; maybe if he didn't see you, those feelings would go away.

You realized that Steve was in his office; it was now or never; you were going to clear things up; you understood that sometimes it was difficult for him; everything was exaggeratedly different from his time.

“Steve," you called out to him and immediately kissed him.

“No, wait, this isn't right," he whispered when they broke apart.

“Why not? “you questioned.

“I'm too old for you."

“You're less than thirty; it's not that much of a difference...

“I'm almost a hundred," he corrected you.

“The time you were on the ice doesn't count; you couldn't even live through it," you replied.

“I don't know..."

“Steve, I know you like me and I like you; for once, try to live," you asked.

Steve nodded slowly. You were right; life had given him another chance; it was time for him to take it and do everything he hadn't been able to do. Now that the age difference seemed insignificant, you were probably right; it was just a number.

#Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 #steve rogers x reader

[coralinnii]

You don’t have to do this right away but Part two for idia? Its okay if you dont feel like doing it, just remember to rest and take breaks!

"If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice"  feat: Idia genre: drama notes: sequel to “being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy” Idia ver., roughly 1.2k word count, mentions of blo*d, d*ath, and life-threatening situations, is there a gn equivalent of a himbo? cuz slight himbo!reader energy, unspecified beasts,

Finally, it’s here! The long-awaited villain/ess au sequel to the final housewarden (sorry Idia and Idia simps). Admittedly, this is not so much romantic as more fleshing out of their story :p whoops. I might make a continuation of the aftermath of this but I felt like this is a decent stopping point for now. 

Since accepting his growing feelings with you, Idia has been on an emotional roller coaster where he likes being around you but being around you makes him nervous to the point of almost puking. He finds himself glowing, both metaphorically and literally whenever you drop by and it doesn’t help when you seem to enjoy his personal space, seeing as you always bring yourself into said space. 

He knew that if he voiced his discomfort, you would make your best effort to distance yourself but the mere idea of that doesn’t make him feel too happy either. He’s grown accustomed to seeing your eyes sparkle at his new innovations, your warmth as you scoot closer to him on the couch, your voice when you share your random thoughts and questions

“Have you ever dreamt of your own death?” 

Ok, maybe he’s not too accustomed to everything you say

For a while now, you’ve experienced dreams that seem to burn themselves into your memories, forcing you to remember every detail as though the world compels you to. These dreams showed you snippets of life that seemed so real and scarily bears similarity to the real world. Your dreams foretold events in the near future which used to scare you to the point you begged your siblings to stay with you at night, assuring you it meant nothing. 

In truth, you wondered if you were given a strange and powerful gift but one thing about your visions stopped that train of thought. In your dreams, you tend to behave and act in ways you never would. The you in these dreams was spoiled and mean, especially to the Shroud family which you could never bring yourself to do in a million years. Because of that, you assumed your strange visions to be your imagination going wild. An alternative reality that didn’t happen.

But for the past few weeks, you were visioning your terrible end taking place in an expedition alongside your brother. You saw yourself perish at the hands of a feral beast with your brother then seeing your sister cry over your body and proclaiming to avenge your deaths, believing it to be the doing of the Shroud family. 

“What a strange dream, right?” You laughed in hopes to play off the absurdity of it all. “It’s just that…I've been seeing that dream more often now. I guess I’m more nervous about the expedition than I realise”

If it were someone else, you may have been considered strange or even going crazy. You thought Idia would see you that way or at best, try to convince you that it was nothing more than a wild fantasy, like your family does. 

But Idia was not a typical man. 

To be fair, you were not a typical person to him either. If it were anyone else, Idia wouldn’t care less about their troubles or at best, do the bare minimum to get them off his back. But it was the person who unknowingly stole his heart and watching you visibly affected by your disturbing visions persuaded him to seriously consider your words. 

“Tell me everything you saw” 

And lucky he did.  

Your father taught you a lot of things. How to swing your sword with gusto, to grit your teeth and dig in your heels when anticipating a blow, and to stand your ground no matter the odds. But he never told you how painful a racing heart can be or how loud the sound of blood rushing through your system is. Although, you supposed you can forgive him since he would never want to imagine you coming face-to-face to a deranged beast as your own blood blurred your vision. 

During your expedition, you and your siblings encountered a group of disorientated beasts and while this was nothing new to you, these creatures were more unpredictable in comparison to your previous encounters with this species. It was as though they were fighting something internally and your squadron was unfortunately caught in the crossfire. The large beasts were demolishing things in their vicinity, indiscriminately knocking down anything and anyone without care. 

Their unpredictable attacks ultimately led to one of them taking a vicious swing towards you and your brother, sending you both over a tall cliff with the large beast tumbling after from the force of its own attack. 

You vividly recalled this scene, as it was foretold in your dreams. You were trapped and wounded with your brother unconscious after taking the brunt of the attack when shielding you. You willed yourself to keep a strong grip on your sword. If your dreams truly turn to reality, you and your brother will meet an untimely end here. 

“Great heavens, give me strength to protect my brother” you prayed as you took one more long breath before letting out a feral roar. 

You ran full speed towards the rampaging beast, putting all your strength into your swing to sever its leg, hoping to incapacitate its movement. Unfortunately, your depleted strength and eyesight left your attempt with a sizable wound but not enough to deter the giant. 

Your blood has now ran cold as you realise the severity of your situation. Partially blinded and hurt, you were helpless in front of the deranged beast. Your tears mixed with the blood that cascaded over your eyes but you thought there was no use in wiping away the mess on your face. 

In your fearful madness, you thought you might as well make your last moment memorable. You turned your head towards the sky, intending to stare at the beast with as much defiance, refusing to show fear towards any foe. 

But something was odd 

Since the encounter with the beasts, they were nothing but aggressive monsters, agitated and reckless in motion and action. Every moment with them was spent defending yourself from their endless attacks. 

So why does it seem peaceful? 

Even with a wound on its leg, the beast’s body was relaxed like it was in pure relief from whatever was ailing them. If you weren’t just glad you’re still alive, you might have been a little offended by the lack of interest the beast had on you. 

With the rush of adrenaline slightly fading, you started taking notice of your senses a bit more, your injuries were being recognised, you felt the burn in your legs from the stress…and you felt a strange sensation on your wrist. 

Looking down, you found the source to be the beast radar device made by Idia. You found it strange since it wasn’t nearly this hot even when you first came in contact with the beasts earlier but now, the device was evidently warm and you could sense an aura-like energy being emitted from it. You weren’t confident but you wondered if Idia added something more to your device. And it was affecting the beast before you.

Daring to test your theory, you slowly stepped back from the beast, angling your wrist further from the beast, observing the facial changes of the creature. True to your hypothesis (but unfortunately so), the beast’s body started shaking as though something unpleasant had returned to it. You wanted to celebrate your eureka moment but acknowledged this may not be the best time. 

Then, like a gallant warrior, a figure appeared seemingly from the heavens and with a swift motion, speared the beast’s head from above. The creature let out a final painful roar before crashing down before your feet. You looked above to see your sister perched atop the beast, covered in sweat and blood. 

Your sister jumped from her position and ran to you, encasing you in a tight embrace. You noticed how your sister was shaking with palpable fear. 

“You’re alive. Thank the heavens you’re both alive” your usually level-headed sister cried into your sister as she wrapped her arms tighter, which you’re impressed she still could. 

Although, you were grateful for the embrace as you felt your legs give out under you from exhaustion. Your sister worriedly called out your name as she supported your weight but incredibly, you just let out a laugh. 

Against the odds and contrary to your haunting dreams, you were alive. 

Was it strange you thought of Idia when you realised that? 

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #villainess au #idia shroud #idia x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[mxlktxa]

kiss and makeup

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pairing; abby x f!reader

summary; abby can definitely hold a grudge, but when it comes to someone she cant even spend a full month without she caves in, ready to get on hands and knees to beg for forgiveness

warnings; 18+ content, language, verbal abuse

a/n; do yall listen to music while you write??? or do you just raw dog it??? cuz personally i physically cant funcion without it

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“Abby’s been asking about you,” Nora spooked me as she spoke, hands slamming down on my shoulders while I was picking the door to a room in the cabin. I sighed, turning to her as I put my knife away.

“Who?” I questioned, giving a puzzled look as she leaned against the door frame.

“Uhm… Abby? Y’know, your-.”

“Gives an actual fuck,” I dropped the expression, pushing through the doorway as Nora followed right on my heels.

“Y/N! You guys never fight like this. What the hell happened between you two?”

“None of your goddamn fucking business! If Abby wants to speak to me then she would come to this door right now, begging for my forgiveness.”

“She can’t exactly do that if you won’t even be in the same room with her.”

“Sucks to fucking suck then, doesn’t it?” I scoffed at the woman in front of me, searching the room for either supplies or possibly infected.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Nora brought her hands to her hips, sitting at the desk in the corner, “Abby is seriously worried about you.”

“No! She’s worried about that fucking immuned girl and her fucking guardian! She does nothing but spend her time searching for the fucking two, not even giving me the light of day to speak with her!” I argued, holding back on saying anything too harsh about Abby.

Just then a knock sounded at the door frame, Abby standing in it and rubbing her hands together. A groan left me, eyes rolling at the timing. Thank god I held back, I guess.

“I’ll take my leave then,” Nora left the room with a smug look, the tension between me and Abby swallowing us whole.

I kept my distance, arms crossed and eyes trained on her. Even if I was upset with her, I couldn’t help the urge to go over to kiss her then allow her to take her frustrations out on me.

“Y/N-.”

“Spit it the fuck out Anderson, I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

Shit. I need to calm down. At least just a little bit.

“Then just listen,” Abby huffed, walking towards me, the door closing behind her, “I know I haven’t exactly been caring for you but you need to understand that I’m trying to get back at them for my own sake. This is important.”

“More important than seeing if my fucking injuries would heal up? More important than a fucking gunshot going straight through my side? I fucking matter too, Abby!” I laughed, obviously not trying to lighten up the mood but because she was unbelievable. At least to me.

Abby huffed out through her nose, still walking towards me. My first instinct was to step back but I couldn’t. I wanted her to touch me, to hold me, to fucking love on me for once.

“I promise. From here on out, you’ll be one of my top priorities. I won’t leave you out anymore. I swear.”

Her words acted as a blanket to me, making me feel warm and comfortable. I could just tell by the look in her eyes that she meant it. All of it. But I didn’t want her to stop at that and understand that I was forgiving her.

“I want you to prove it to me,” I lowered my tone with her, scanning her body before she responded with a confused expression.

“Prove it? Prove it how?”

“Get on your fucking knees. Prove that shit to me.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I’m tired of letting you off the hook so easily.”

Abby complied, eyes glued to my own. It was pathetic to see a much physically stronger and bigger woman listen to someone,who wasn’t even close to intimidating overpower her so easily.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve treated you the way I did. I shouldn’t’ve ignored you for so long. I was just blinded by my own goals.”

My hand lowered to her lips, observing as she desperately clung to it, kissing it so gently and holding my hand to her chest. Abby’s head then rested on my thigh.

“Yeah? And what have you learned from this?”

“To always, always include you. Always give you some of my time. Always check up on you.”

“When will this start? Today, tomorrow? Or after you’ve achieved your goals?”

“Now. Right now.”

“Good,” I smiled, “Stand up. You look absolutely pathetic. Don’t you think?” I asked, watching as she slowly began to tower over me.

“I do. I’m sorry.”

“Shut up and take me already,” I snarled, pulling her close to allow her to pick me up from the ground and kiss me roughly.

Abby went straight to pin me against the door, my legs wrapping around her hips as she palmed at my breasts for a bit. In the heat of the moment, I wrapped her braid around my hand, violently hauling her head back, winning a slight grunt from her. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Fuck, Y/N, please.”

“How are you not embarrassed, Anderson? What do I do that keeps you coming back to me?”

“I-I dont know. Fuck, I need you. That’s all I know.”

I released her hair, Abby immediately let her teeth sink into my collarbones, now hovering her hands over the hem of my shirt, her frosty fingers sending shivers up my spine.

“Can I?” her tone was so beautiful, almost intoxicating. She was asking, no begging to touch me. To feel me up and give in to me. I couldn’t say no to her, to her heavenly requests.

“Do whatever pleases you, Abby. I’m all yours.”

Right there, Abby had let me fall to the ground, kneeling to undo my pants and shover her face into my crotch, forcing a moan from me as she did so. Her tongue swirled inside of me, lapping up any slick she could, letting her thumb play with my clit as she ate me out.

“Fuuuck, Abby, shit,” I did whatever I could to keep my voice down, leaning my head back on the door. Abby was grunting and humming as she continued her assault, her unoccupied hand digging her nails into my hips.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she mumbled, “I’ll never disrespect you. Never again, I swear.”

“Shut the fuck up and keep going, damn it,” I murmured, looking down at her as her eyes locked with mine, “Fuck you, Anderson, holy shit.”

Abby only chuckled, hands running up and down my waist. Soon she had noticed I was just panting now, which she understood as I was ready to release this unbearable knot in the pits of my stomach. Her thumb moved fast, producing more moans and whines from both parties.

My knees were ready to give up on me but Abby was able to somehow keep me up, eyes still on my own as she kept her teasing going.

“Abby, Abby, please. Fuck, I’m so close, so fucking close,” I cried, hands meeting her hair again only to refuse her from pulling away and denying me. But maybe I should’ve let her deny my orgasm as when it hit, I couldn’t help but cry out her name, banging on the door restlessly.

Once she pulled away from me, she helped me with my pants then allowed me to fall on my knees and into her arms. At that point, I was a mumbling and quivering trainwreck.

“We gotta work on that delivery, Y/N. What am I supposed to tell the others when they run up here?”

“F-f-fuck if I kn-know,” she tried to hold me even closer to her chest, like she wanted to become one, “I fucking hate you, Abby.”

“I know.”

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