#i just want to take fox for a drink and let him vent all the tea at me

[matenrou-fan]

Random hypmic characters with overworked fem! s/o

comfort, cuddles and kissing, mention of drinking alcohol (in Rei's part)

Kuko, Rei, Gentaro

Kuko

-"Huh?! What's with that long face?"

-He quickly notice this dark bags under your dim eyes and the way you walk much slower that usual, absolutely drained after work

-Due to his bratty behavior most of the time he show his care through some rough action, especially when he's really worried, but in the same time his more gentle side raises from the depths of his soul

-"Are you so dumb? Can't think about your health?" - he grumble at you, leading you to his bedroom, where he sat you down to a couch, his eyes piercing yours with worry and care - "..just sit here and relax, I will make you a dinner, okay..?"

-He can tell that you actually really tired so he will be more quiet today, cooking your favourite meal, he's even willing to feed you himself.. Who knows he can be THAT caring and soft..?

-Let you cry or just vent as much as you want, he's ready to listen to all your problems. Behind this short temper hiding a really clear bright head so he can give you some good advices or just deep words to soothe you down

-"Listen, next time you will try to push yourself too much I will come to your office and just drag you home, understand?" - he scoff as he embrace you, his arms hugs your tightly - "I'm just worried about you, dummy..."

-Will actually check on you by visiting your job in lunch break, reminding you to let yourself rest a little

Rei

-"Oi, oi.. Someone is quite silent today, huh?"

-This old cunning fox is pro in reading people, he can immediately tell that you're absolutely not in the mood today

-So go on, sit on his laps and tell him about everything, how much you hate your work and how tired you're today.. He will listen to all your problems while playing with your hair and caressing your back

-"Hm.. So my little princess is so upset about her job? Don't you worry, I, Rei Amayado, will give you a best service to relax you.." - he smirk and kisses your forehead - "Only for you, my kitten, a special offer with great discount~"

-He will do anything you want today. You want to go out to relieve your stress? He has already ordered a VIP taxi for you two in his favorite club. Too tired and just wants to spend evening in home? One moment, he need to find a bottle of wine for you two

-He prioritizes your problems higher than his own, telling you some advices and trying to light up your mood with his casual flirty nature

-"You can't imagine how much my old soul hurts when I see you in such state, darling.." - he whisper in your ear, hugging your tightly. A sly smirk appears on his lips - "Why don't you just leave your job? Don't you want to try a luxury life at my expense?"

-You think he's just joking? Well he's not, so you better think about it.. And even if you still want to work he will help you to find something more fitting, where you will feel yourself better

Gentaro

-"Hm.. I sense it.. It was revealed to me in a dream today, that you will get attacked by invisible demons who's drained you.."

-Despite his usual lies, he's actually pretty worried, as he prefer to see your more interesting reaction, not such tired sad face

-Surprisingly good at care, as he can see you need him today. His voice soft as always, but more deeper and loving, as he sat with you in a couch after making you a calm herb tea, his arms on your body, caressing tensed muscles

-"Here. This tea will makes you powerful as god.. Huhu, will you take me as your servant then?" - he can't control his little teases, but somewhat it's relaxed you - "I can be a nice storyteller to entertain you, my princess, wanna hear?"

-He will distract you with his fairytales and stories so you will forget everything bad, laughing at his lies. And of course he will be silent if you wants to tell something, to share your worries

-"Uh oh.. I think i forgot to mention that this tea will make you powerful only if you will fulfill two conditions: never overwork yourself again.. Understand?" - he smiles and comes closer - "What the second conditions? Huhu, of course you need to kiss me, darling.."

-Probably will scold you more properly in next day, when you will feel better, as he doesn't want to see you push yourself too much

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic rei #hypmic rei #rei amayado x reader #rei amayado #rei x reader #hypmic kuko #kuko harai #Kuko Harai x reader #hypnosis mic Kuko #hypnosis mic gentaro #hypmic gentaro #gentaro x reader #gentaro yumeno #gentaro yumeno x reader

[voxmyriad]

Hmmm how about Rex, Fox, and Scorch? (no rhyme or reason really 😂)

What a fascinating and also challenging combo! But it turns out you got them in the right order:

Husband: Rex. I mean, look at him. Look at him <3 He's handsome as hell, he'll make me laugh, he's devoted but will also respect my desire to have a career.

Best Friend: Fox. Mostly because I am the best friend who will show up with caf, or to make him stop working and go lie down.

Brother: Scorch. He comes with three other built-in brothers. In for a penny, in for a whole commando squad.

#ask game #i just want to take fox for a drink and let him vent all the tea at me #rex #fox #scorch

[appleflavoredkitkats]

What about other ppl in the smp, like Eret, Niki, Jack? Do they go to Las Nevadas? Are Eret and Fundy still friends?

HEYO THANK YOU FOR ASKING MORE ABT THE AU BC I DEEPLY APPRECIATE IT <33 /g

tw: gambling, drinking, self-neglect, slight eating disorder, mentions of past violence

/dsmp /rp

i'd like to this this au is set in a period after wilbur's resurrection and dream's prison escape where the entire smp is like. well, we're fucked— time to get wasted now!

quackity would originally look down upon eret, puffy, h, and punz because of the entire monarchy fiasco, but after knowing how rich eret was, quackity would let them slide. they don't seem to be a threat of power anyway, so why should he care? i also think eret might've helped supplied las nevadas too, maybe just simple materials here and there thanks to fundy's requests.

fundy has talked to eret multiple times whenever he visits. eret is good at stopping themselves from getting too addicted to alcohol or gambling, so they would be sober or healthy enough for fundy to have conversations with. eret has even probably had sleepovers with fundy because eret is still genuinely concerned about his wellbeing, you know? because to eret, it feels odd that fundy doesn't seem as lively as he used to be, even if he is still quite enthusiastic when he works, it still isn't the same.

eret often asks fundy about family. i think that's the main thing they always talk about— family, and found family. eret has found a family with the knights he's hired and giving shelter to all of the ex-members of the eggpire. eret's main concern is fundy, and if he could ever forgive them for missing the adoption. and fundy doesn't really know actually, because he is still quite hurt about it, but he's definitely moved on. he still values eret as a good friend, and eret reciprocates, and i guess that's what matters to him.

but in terms of family, fundy doesn't really know if he wants to label anything as family due to his trust issues. he often vents to eret about these problems, especially in the earlier stages of las nevadas. he's scared that if he ever labels something as family, they'd just leave him anyway, so he prefers not having a family. but eret still insists its important for fundy to have some type of support system, but this is where fundy tends to change the topic, and eret can't do anything but hopelessly nod along.

but there's a time that definitely changed! there's a time eret did hangout with fundy, do a simple sleepover like old times, and they woke up once to quackity and schlatt entering fundy's room with a tray of food. eret asked them what the food was for, especially since this didn't happen last time eret was here, but quackity replies that he kind of got used to it out of habit, especially since fundy doesn't really notice that he skips meals every now and then.

and eret is kind of surprised they care?? in a good way of course, because they're all. oh, fundy HAS found a better family to care for him. quackity and schlatt bids eret a good day before leaving, and eret approaches the tray of food quietly. there's a note placed atop. on the note, there's a to-do list for fundy with simple things like “remember to eat” or “remember to take breaks” or “lessen your cigarette intake”, and on the back, there seems to be a long note left by quackity. eret didn't want to invade fundy's privacy too much, but they did remember glancing at a small note that said “you are loved. take care of yourself, and never forget that” written somewhere on the paper.

NOW FOR NIKI! niki does visit, she visits a LOT, and she loves the upbeat vibes of las nevadas, anything with popping colors and enthusiastic moods are such a turn on for her, and she just loves to stay there for multiple days on end. the syndicate would be often concerned about her wellbeing, but niki ensures she doesn't really get too drunk or gamble too much.

(the drinking statement is debatable because, surprisingly, niki has a high tolerance for alcohol, so she drinks a LOT. where was this when she was having her villain arc?)

she's honestly just happy to be there, and she just likes to dance and groove! there's a thrill in las nevadas she never really experienced much in her life, and she's happy she can basically vibe here without worrying about betrayal or death every five seconds.

on the dance floor, she has danced with a couple of people. the first one she does dance with accidentally is schlatt, who seems to be Very Awkward when it comes to dancing. he honestly wasn't even supposed to be there— niki thinks he might've lost a bet or something? but niki still tried to make do with what she was given.

the most interesting conversations niki has had in her life has got to be the ones she has on the dance floor. when it came to schlatt, he was mumbling a lot, very awkward and tense knowing the state of their relationship during the manberg era, but niki puts that aside. because there's no point on lingering on the past for too long— she's talked to puffy and the syndicate about this far too many times— so she grabs schlatt and twirls him around like nothing has happened. he never really got to apologize, but he did give niki a fun dance, and you know what? it was fun! so that's all that matters.

quackity was the second one she's danced with, and quackity is the opposite of schlatt. he was charming, enthusiastic, extremely extroverted, and niki definitely enjoyed it! but to niki, she knows quackity isn't always this upbeat, or this loud and obnoxiously in your face, so when a slower song plays, she asks quackity if he can just shuffle alongside her slowly and follow her mellow footsteps. he calms, and she calms, and the conversations had dwindled into something more familiar. after a certain while, quackity admits that he's missed this, he's missed being vulnerable, he's missed being genuine, he's missed being soft and laidback, so niki tells him thst he's allowed to be that way for the rest of the dance.

and last person she's danced with was fundy. and fundy, she's definitely talked with before the dance, but she also calls in eret to join them. they boogie to an upbeat rhythm, dancing as if this feeling of euphoria and happiness was something they've experienced all their lives. niki knows that, often, whenever they meet up, there's always something that reminds them of their past faults, so they never got to be the way they were before the wars. so now, niki tries her best to make it different. that fun they had when they pranked tommy in the past, or find foxes together, or build weird statues— she will try her best reincarnate those feelings of pure happiness through stupid dance moves and stupid jokes because she misses it, and she will try her best to fix the friendship so that it'll be same, perfect thing it once was.

jack is pretty complicated, because i don't know much about jack, but i'd say he is one of quackity's... less responsible business partners. knowing jack, fundy and schlatt try their best to not get quackity to jump on his ass because quackity often gets mad at the ridiculous deals and offers jack gives.

i'd say that jack is just... having a pretty rough time. fundy and schlatt denote that he's kind of lonely, and his demeanor is very similar to quackity's wherein he uses irritation and/charm to mask the hurt they experience. and quackity... does soften up to that. he knows what it's like to feel alone and be left alone by people out of nowhere, so quackity decides to give jack another kind of offer: jack transfers ownership of their hotel back to tommy, and quackity will give jack a job offer to work at las nevadas' hotel. in that way, quackity doesn't need to make multiple exchanges with jack's business; he just needs jack to work for him lmao

so yeah, it's kind of a lax job. the hotel isn't the most booked all the time, but jack does enjoy managing the front desk since quackity actually allows him to get mad at shitty customers lmao. jack doesn't stay there 24/7 of course—if he wants to leave, he can just depend on fundy's redstone to do the work—but he does like working there because nobody looks down upon him. he feels like he has something he can do that he can do well, and nobody is looking at him as if he was inferior. sure, quackity and him are still not on the best terms, but jack doesn't feel like he's being belittled at all.

i'd say jack and sam kind of are friends too? because while schlatt, quackity, and fundy have their own thing, sam and jack manage las nevadas more on the sidelines, but they relate at the fact that they just casually do their own thing in las nevadas. it doesn't feel too awful or violent or belittling— it just feels normal.

sometimes, jack would visit the bar right after it closes to just. drink and talk to sam about... well, anything, really. these talks would typically last through the day, and they're kinda just glad they have found someone to talk to about, well, anything. it's hard to find a feeling of normalcy in the dream smp, let alone a feeling of peace and serenity, so even if they find this chill ambiance in a bar or a casino, they both still revel in the feeling of peace. they're happy with it, so they'll do whatever they can to maintain it.

#mcyt #dream smp #fundy #eret #jack manifold #nihachu #quackity #jschlatt #famberg las nevadas au #long post

[deathbecomesnerds]

This is just some random Raymond/Astrid nonsense I wrote last night/on my lunch break.

Thanks to @rayslittlekitten​ for listening to me drone on about nothing last night before she gave me this writing exercise. 

Nevermind the Jazz--Astrid went full blast with the Indie Rock as it echoed through the halls of the Smith home as she finished up dinner while Ray opened the front door. He was greeted by the smells of dinner, but was quickly irritated by the noise as he quickly took off his coat and gently let it hang on the coat rack before walking straight into the living room to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

“Handsome dictator of my crimes...I can't tell if they're yours, I can't tell if they're mine…” the lyrics lingered in Ray’s mind before he turned down the volume on Astrid’s bluetooth speaker and walked into the kitchen to find Astrid cutting baby tomatoes into halves before dumping them into a salad.

Astrid looked up to him with a smirk, then went back to focusing on her task when Ray set him glass down with a thud and plated both of his hands on either side of the island as he glanced at her.

“What’s on your mind?” Astrid finally asked him after a minute of silence in the kitchen.

Ray scoffed at the question before taking a sip of his whiskey “...this client of Mickey’s; he’s absolutely driving me insane and I don’t think he’s serious about working with Mickey at all. I’m about ready to snap his neck!” Ray vented.

“Then maybe you should? I mean--aren’t you supposed to keep tabs on every person and deal that Mickey does?” Astrid asked.

He nodded “Yes, but I haven’t been able to keep track of this fuck. Sneaky fox, he is…” he took another sip “And then on top of all that nonsense, the dukes are fighting each other--apparently there’s a snake in the gardens, and Mickey is about ready to explode.”

Astrid smiled at him “You want me to handle it?” she offered jokingly.

Ray looked at her “I would love to see you handle 13 Dukes and a Spanish idiot...and then I can bake cakes all day, talking about...whatever you and the girls talk about at work all day!” he muttered before he took another sip of his drink.

She laughed “Well, if it makes you feel any better...I was trying to bake this one cake today and it kept sinking, and then when I finally got it to not sink--after Cadence finished decorating it, Celeste knocked it off the table and dropped it onto the floor!” she complained, angrily chopping a tomato.

“...waste of three fucking cake,” Astrid muttered as she looked down at her pile of sliced tomatoes.

Ray smiled “I love you,” he said softly.

She looked up at him again, a small smile on her face as she looked at Ray who played with his whiskey glass for a moment “Why don’t you go decompress? Get out of those work clothes? Dinner will be ready in about…” she glanced over her shoulder at the timer “5 minutes...ish?” she offered before looking back to Ray.

Ray nodded “What’s for dinner?”

Astrid chuckled “A really disgusting casserole,”

“I doubt it’s that bad?” Ray assured her.

She shook her head “Amanda gave me this recipe cause she said it was ‘good’...but then I made it, and it looked like a Raccoon made it out of trash. If we die tonight, I’m sorry.” she muttered to him.

Ray grabbed a half of a tomato and ate it “...it’s alright, darling. If we die, at least we die together…” he said with a smile before leaning in to kiss Astrid.

“I’m going to get ready for dinner,” he muttered before pulling away from the kiss, taking another halved tomato as he left the kitchen with his whiskey in hand.

Astrid sighed, glancing back at the time: 3 minutes left until dinner was out of the oven.

#the gentlemen #Charlie hunnam #Raymond smith

[starbuck09256]

Slanted Pool Tables

The X-Files 

Pre Season One AU

MSR tagging @today-in-fic

Fictober day 16

What if she met him before, on one of those birthdays she shared with Jack. At that bar with the slanted pool table, what if Mulder knew of her. How could they have met. 

He sits at the seedy bar, watching a pretty redhead take down a slightly older gentleman that is far too unattractive for her at the pool table. She smiles softly and even in the dim light her blue eyes dazzle him a bit. He’s seen her before he thinks, when he had to present at Quantico a few months ago.  That’s it, she was the pathologist who cracked open his case, she found that key piece that was missing from his profile. Now that he thinks about it her counterpart is also from Quantico Mulder isn’t sure what department he is in though. Scully that’s all he remembers from the autopsy report D, Scully. Fuck he thinks looking down at his celebratory glass of bourbon. Beautiful and brilliant, a deadly combo for him. The ease with which Scully and Willis, that’s right Jack Willis, move about the table as she sips on a beer. It is clear they have dated though aren’t now. If it’s any judgement by the other woman who is clearly friends with Scully, but has also been grabbing Jacks arm throughout the night.  He hears her soft chuckle, and tries to look away but she sees him gazing at her and she starts to walk towards him. He hears Jack yell 

“You can’t buy drinks on your birthday!” he calls as the taller busty blonde kisses his lips. 

Scully shakes her head. 

“There for your birthday, or aren’t you keeping up?” she jiggles the bottle in the air. 

Jack laughs kissing the busty blonde a bit. Scully stands right next to him; she is tiny, for far away he thought she was taller or maybe it was him projecting the way her intelligence flew off the page at him. He had requested her to do a few other autopsies in the past but they had never met. He sent her flowers once too, just as a thank you with his number to discuss some of her more unique findings. She never called, but he also never expected her too. He doesn’t know what to say now that she is next to him in a soft blue sweater and black pants and cute little heels that don’t seem at all practical for someone who stands over dead bodies all day. She licks her lips and he swirls his drink, letting the ice water it down a bit, it tastes better that way. 

Jerry comes up behind hijm smacking him on the back.

“That was some call Mulder how the hell did you know the guy came through the fucking air vent! Damn man, you need to share those tidbits more so us non golden boys can get some credit.” another agent hits him on the back. “Way to go Spooky.”

He smiles and nods and looks at the amount of bourbon that is wasted against the old oak bar. Jerry his partner is annoying, slightly stupid but more so he doesn’t want to work at anything. He is what Mulder grew up around, a bunch of rich kids expecting shit to get handed to him. Scully hands him a napkin. He smiles softly in thanks. 

“Fox Mulder right?” she holds out her hand. 

“I’m Dana Scully.” she smiles and he shakes her hand. 

Her fingers are light and soft but not covered by lotion some women wear. 

“I believe you’ve done a fair number of autopsies for me. I should buy you a birthday drink for the truly remarkable work.” 

She wonders if he is being sarcastic or has a double meeting. She’s a skeptic and it intrigues him even more based on the gold cross on her neck. He loves mysterious women. 

“Seems like you tried to thank me with a ridiculous amount of roses and daisies if I recall. Do you always try to woo women without using their first name or introducing yourself? Or do you just enjoy having them get up at 3am four consecutive nights in a row because you have severe trust issues with other highly trained equally qualified pathologists?” 

“Are you saying you aren’t the best pathologist the bureau has?” he counters turning to her. Fuck the lighting was so misgiving she is breathtaking. 

“I hold the same exact qualifications as my colleagues.” she stares him down it’s not often that someone challenges him so effortlessly which is another major turn on for him. 

Fuck this Scully is going to have him embarrassing himself shortly. 

“And I hold the same qualifications as people in my unit.” he counters.

 “Really? Don’t you have a doctorate in psychology from Oxford? Pretty sure that isn’t run of the mill in the VCU” oh shit she has looked into him, of course she has, she is the most thorough pathologist he has ever seen. Her reports are perfectly meticulous and her logic almost unexplainable. How much does he admit without her thinking he’s a stalker. 

“Right, everyone at Quantico smart enough to rewrite Einstein at 21, and not only that be correct? Tell me about parallel universes Doctor Scully. I can’t tell you how intriguing I found your thesis.”  She laughs. 

“Think you already have a profile on me then Agent Mulder? Is it as enlightening as Monty 

Props? Not everyday an agent's report and profiles become mandatory reading in training.”

 He gives her a sad smile. So she knows the stories, the ones that have him doing certain bidding for privileges of the basement. 

“But seeing as you are here, and have kept me away from the groping fest over there, how about you buy me a drink and I buy you one Agent Mulder?” she gives him a kind smile and he nods. 

“Only if you sit next to me and tell me how in this universe you got stuck celebrating your birthday at a super crappy bar with a slanted pool table and an ex?” She laughs. 

“I don’t know if this bar has enough booze for that Agent Mulder.” Mulder grins. 

“Just Mulder is fine by the way. Really umm, I’m sorry about all the autopsies and all, I read your thesis about 4 times and I have a load of questions written down.” 

He smiles sheepishly. She looks a little stunned but also highly curious. Mulder isn’t like the stories, he is smart, funny and dedicated to the job. He also is extremely handsome and not full of himself like he’s been made out to be. He also hasn’t mentioned anything about aliens or anything else. 

“Well that’s good because I happened to have read some of your work too. M.F Lunar, I take it.” He is speechless and she loves this look on his face. 

“Doctor Scully you keep unfolding like a flower.” 

She clinks the newly added drinks that have arrived and sits down next to him pulling her chair a little closer so she can hear him better. He twirls a small straw from his mouth chewing at the end of it. She leans on her hand staring up at him. 

“Just Scully is fine with me, so how many of these universes do you think have aliens?”

 “Oh all of them certainly.” 

“Certainly” she mutters.

 “I mean you wouldn’t be so closed minded to think they don’t exist.” 

“I think it might be probable that they exist, thinking that they are here bonding with cattle and trailer parks is where you lose me.” 

“Oh well then Scully, pull up a little closer have I got some stories to tell you.” She bites her lip and takes a swing of her beer. He pulls his chair a little closer to her and starts to tell of her of the fantastic and unimaginable. It will go down as one of the best birthdays she has ever had.

#fictober20 #xfiles #myfic #msr #chancemeeting #perseason1 #mulder and scully #alternated universe #au #drinks and debates #always good as an introduction

[woshivn]

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[reversecreek]

clicks onto the dash wearing kitten heels n coyly holding my bang....... hi. me again. it took me so long to select a gif to use on cricket’s intro n i settled on this one bc he looks so unsure abt his smile n it’s rly his essence <3 u can find his pinterest board here n his (work in progress) spotify playlist here. hmu to plot!!! 

* alex wolff, cis male + he/him | you know cricket donahue, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to should have known better by sufjan stevens like, a million times this year, which slipping on wet leaves to photograph a tree struck alight by lightning, delivering a tedtalk to your own reflection to hype yourself up to buy groceries, hiding your hands inside of your sleeves in case you grew an impromptu megan fox thumb overnight thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 1st, so they’re a libra, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

cricket ws born to a couple tht lived in lilac ridge. their trailer was tucked closest to the woods n always fell under the shade. it was like the leaves wanted to pretend they were a perpetual hanging cloud on the family n that was kind of fitting. their only reason fr having him in the first place was a kind of shrugged like........... we’re under the income bracket we’d get child benefits so why not! may as well try it to rake in some extra cash! needless to say they didn’t rly think it thru or anticipate all of the responsibilities tht came w children n wound up seeing him as an extremely large burden n boy didn’t he know it!

(child neglect & abuse tw) i’ll try to keep this part vague n brief but things were Not Good for cricket growing up. people in lilac ridge didn’t like his parents n it was for a gd reason. he remembers foggy things. being little n wandering around combing the grass with a stick to search for wrappers to suck on bc he was hungry. feeling uneasy when the front door opened. finding out his name was cricket bc the insects used to crawl into their trailer thru the vents n his parents liked to squish them into the carpet -- his mum told him as much once. i think this says a lot. to excessively trim the fat of the story he wound up entering the system at around 8 after his latest and most serious hospital visit. his parents hd to deal w the authorities n last he heard they bounced to evade charges.

(anxiety & violence & trauma tw) cricket sustained a few lifelong injuries from his time in lilac ridge. his knee didn’t heal right which meant he had (n still has to this day) a limp n he’s partially deaf in one ear. he’s always been an incredibly insecure n anxious person so this mde him rly self conscious going into a strange n new environment tht wld b difficult fr any kid to adjust to, nvm w these added worries. he jst felt like something weird to ogle at honestly. he probably wld have felt like that no matter where he was or what he looked like. he cld be in a huge hall of 200 people all wearing the same uniform n he’d still feel like the odd one out. needless to say this didn’t rly help him make friends

cricket’s coping mechanisms were romanticising the things tht other people found ugly or embarrassing or painfully ordinary. he liked it when the rain hit clunky drops against school windows n forbid everyone from playing outside bc he could feel the vibrations through the rubber soles of his shoes n it was a little bit like hearing all of the world at once fr just a moment. he liked medieval fantasy lore about stout gnomes w crumbs in their beards n cheeks red from ale. he liked fallen nests with the remnants of hatched eggs still dirty from the branches n soil they’d hit on the way down. he liked the way the sunlight leaked thru the leaves of the trees in the woods and how, when he sat very still, he could tune into the ringing that was always in his ear n pretend it was coming from the same place, that light thru the leaves, that the angels were trying to talk to him.

he spent a lot of time in the red room at his high skl (i’m begging u this is not a 50 shades reference) (after googling i jst realised it’s called a darkroom bt i’m leaving this fr the sake of sexy bimbo authenticity) n felt quite at home in there. he borrowed a camera whenever he cld (maybe he did yearbook) n photography became his way of immortalising the world as the romanticised version he wanted it to be. his memories were bad bt his photos were beautiful. maybe if he took enough they’d paste over n bleed into each other. maybe bad cld be replaced w beautiful if he tried his very best.

he got placed into fostering w a family once bt apparently didn’t meet the vibe check of their tastes so he wound up returning to the group home he’d initially been placed in. overall this is where he grew up n he aged out the system rather than getting adopted. there was a sense of floundering/isolation/not feeling gd enough in tht bt cricket made do the best he knew how. 

that said there were some gd points! (shocking i kno bc his life hs been so fking bleak so far bt please it’s ok........) (is it?) (🤔). basically he interned as an assistant at this local photography studio during high skl working under this kind of whimsical yet endearing old man. suspected wizard possibly in cricket’s eyes, as an avid fantasy genre reader. for one of his bdays said old man / his boss bought him his very own film camera n cricket cried bc he’d never been bought a bday gift. this ws rly embarrassing bc this old man didn’t know how to emote n neither did cricket so he ws jst sort of sat wiping his eyes n sniffling saying he wasn’t crying as the old man pretended to suddenly clean his lenses. when cricket graduated he offered him a full time position there. they do like. wedding photographs n family portraits n all kinds of things...... pay isn’t huge bt it’s something n he Loves taking photos so it’s sexy <3

PERSONALITY:

SUCH an anxious person it’s actually unreal. overthinks absolutely everything he’s ever said. one morning he might hv put green socks on n for the rest of the day he’s nervously looking around like omggggggg they’re all looking at my socks probably thinking im a little green sock boy thinking i’m a fool n a jester this is all everyone’s probably thinking about i hv to hide my green socks..... even tho literally no-one cares

once saw a girl eating a chicken wing n in his head was like ok she likes chicken good future gift idea..... n turned up at her house with an entire rotisserie chicken

probably thinks WAY too hard abt what to write in bday cards n googles like generic ideas that he can use.... u open a card from cricket n it always says smthn weird like “Warmest wishes and love on your birthday and always!” or “You deserve everything happy. Wishing you that all year long!” tht he got off google

nervously fiddles w things a lot. literally anything. his hair. the cuffs of his sleeves. a thread on his bag. u name it

struggles w eye contact sometimes............ it’s like. he wants to talk to ppl n make friends bt he’s honestly so bad at it. he’s fumbling thru life like a nervous headless chicken

ALWAYS has his camera on him. like always. will tke a photo of u bc he thinks u look nice then be like im so sorry im so sorry...... bowing his head shakily holding his camera bc he doesn’t even kno what possessed him he jst thought it’d be a nice photograph bt boundaries exist. probably breathes very heavily over this later in his room panicking thinking he nw seems like hannibal lecter

probably more confident online bc he has time to think abt what he says more.......... i can see him hving a group of online friends tht he’s more confident w. honestly he’s pretty witty at heart he jst has a hard time verbalising things so ppl overlook him sometimes bt once u get to know him more / he’s more comfy he can b a funny little man.....

loves photographs where he cuts something out of them. loves missing spaces n voids. thinks it’s a rly interesting concept when something that isn’t there becomes the focus of a photograph where everything else is. probably loses his mind fr a collage like a front row 1d stan. likes experimenting w light n perception. pretty artistic honestly hs probably made a stop motion film in the past bc that’s just an extended form of photography in his mind bt i doubt he showed anyone

ummm...... very sweet bt like. he reminds me a lot of this quote. “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.” feel like tht sums him up quite nicely

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone he met at a wedding: cricket probably ws forced to photograph a wedding fr his boss one time n it cld b interesting as a place to meet from that....... like. i can imagine either it being rly awkward maybe he accidentally spilled a drink on ur muse n was stuttering rly apologetic n it ws just a train wreck. or mayb they took pity on him or even (in a shocking turn of events) a shine to him n invited him to drink n dance. omgggg the thought of cricket trying to dance makes me wna die n probably mkes cricket wna hyperventilate bt idk maybe he went wild n let loose. mayb they wound up damaging the camera somehow. mayb they had to scramble to get another one n ur muse covered the cost n it was a strange late night excursion tht cricket thought about a lot since. cricket probably vowed to pay them bk somehow no matter what. idk. we can work things out. lots of diff options here. doesn’t have to b a wedding either can b any event tht required a photographer

ppl he went to school w: pretty self explanatory i suppose...... maybe they were frm completely different worlds..... mayb ur muse was popular n cricket was definitely not but they got paired fr an assignment n had to work on a project together....... mayb cricket asked ur muse on a date one time n it was completely embarrassing bc he didn’t realise they had a bf n it haunts cricket at night still bc he’s rly dramatic.... mayb ur muse felt sry fr him n ate lunch w him n inducted him into their group like a lost puppy finding a home.... world’s our oyster

neighbours from his brief time at lilac ridge: not to reference taylor swift but i’m gna reference taylor swift n say we cld do a seven inspired plot here. sighs a little..... then sighs a lot. he was here ages 0-8 so idk. we cld work out childhood plots perhaps....

sickening simp: i mean.............. cricket probably gets crushes on ppl so easily like just. anyone who’s the slightest bit nice to him.................. he’s a disgrace. ok i take it back. bt also please get it together freak............... i didn’t say that. he’d probably b extra nice to this person n try n pay close attention to things they liked so he cld get them little gifts. just a bit embarrassing n lovestruck bless his heart. wldn’t expect anything back tho honestly that just isn’t something he tends to do.

let’s go gays: cricket’s bi but he probably was rly in his head abt liking boys n tried to sort of squash it internally during his younger yrs...... i think he’s more comfy w it now MAYBE idk bt back then i picture him having a friend tht ws kind of like. similarly loserish as him perhaps (no offence to ur muse potentially filling this plot or cricket bt let’s face the facts) n they’d hang out n play games a lot n one time it jst kind of happened n he was like............. *struts in looking around sharply* What going on here? except not. bc it’s cricket. more like *shambles in looking around anxiously* What’s, uh... What’s... the happenings? S--... I’m sorry. (immediate apology for saying what’s the happenings bc nobody talks like that n it was an impulsive panic bc he didn’t know what else to say)

those who grew up in the system w him: maybe at the group home or i’d also like the family that fostered him n said sayonara. honestly i imagine the parents just thought he ws a bit too much of a handful / had too much baggage which is rly quite merciless n terrible but. if u think that aligns w ur muses home situation hmu......

um. can’t think of more bt just anything honestly. jst go wild.......

#irvingintro #abuse tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #anxiety tw #violence tw #DOES A LITTLE JIG #admittedly i didnt include a formative moments section like my other intros bc idk what kind of superpowers i was inhaling the fumes of #for those intros but #i'm a mere mortal now.

[fanfiction-ahoy]

First Kiss

A ROTTMNT Leo x OC blurb

After fighting alongside the turtles and becoming friends with them and April O'Neil, Minji felt like she had people to go to get away from some of her daily stresses. She was wary at first, not sure how she would fit in with their established dynamic. But months passed and it didn't take long to fall in stride with the group's antics.

She got nicknames like "pretty kitty," "foxy momma," and "hot shot" for her hero name (from Mikey), her lineage (via April and Leo), and for her talent (from Raph) respectively.

Hanging out with the turts always brought a smile to her face. Mikey made amazing food and she was always happy to lend a hand in prepping ingredients or taste testing new recipes. Donnie was great to challenge in video games and to discuss big brain topics with when she had the inkling to do so. Raph was the best for cuddles and venting, each other taking turns talking about shared interests to get their minds off the shared fear of letting their family down.

Finally, Leo; Leo was a wild card she'd yet to figure out. Minji knew that he was very fond of cheesy puns and definitely loved magic (she knew he enjoyed the fact that she can juggle balls of fire, at the very least). But what she didn't want to admit was the fact that, after so many one liners and casual touches, she might have grown feelings for the turtle. And she desperately hoped that he couldn't notice.

"What's up, Min?" A turtle greeted, popping into the girl's line of sight. She'd been deep in thought, sitting atop the skate ramp. It was a quiet day in the lair and she had dropped by when everyone was off doing their own things.

"Oh! Uh, hey, Leon," she smiled, waving a hand briefly. "I just came by to wind down after school, that's all."

The boy sat himself next to Minji, leaning back on his hands. Without looking at his friend, he stated, "I know your relatives are in town."

The way he said "relatives" made her shoulders bunch up. When her relatives came by, it was always a big kitsune party. "Who told you?"

"Your cousin sent me a pic of everyone and asked me where you were," he replied casually, shrugging as if it wasn't a big deal. Minji huffed. She knew it was a bad idea to tell anyone in her family about the turtles. But, what else could she have done when they barged into her apartment without warning? At least it was only her cousin that received the heart attack that night.

"Jiyoung shouldn't be dragging you into our crazy family business," Minji mumbled, slumping forward. "It's just that...with so many yokai under one roof, I just feel so awkward! Like, they can all change into foxes and I can't." As weird of a sentence that was, it was a fact she had yet to come to terms with. Her family was special and so was she, but the one thing that brought them together made her feel left out. Hell, she had to use a cloaking broach to make her feel like she was part of the fun family antics.

Leon placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, causing her to glance his way. "Yeah, but can all of them use mystic fire like you can?"

She hesitated. "No..." her cousins couldn't use the fox fire like she could. Even some of her older relatives sometimes struggled with the ancient technique. And she had unlocked this talent when she was a baby!

"Then stop moping about something you can't do and start embracing what you can! You're hot and they're not, Minji," the turtle teen announced, trying to get a laugh out of his friend.

Which it did. "I guess that's true, blue," she grinned, side-eying the boy. "But, I'm still not ready to go home just yet."

He nodded; he knew that hanging with them was a weird sanctuary she and April surprisingly enjoyed. "Wanna go on a walk, then? We can ditch mis hermanos y su familia and explore up top."

Minji suppressed the heat that started crawling up her neck. This wasn't a date, was it? They were just going on another one of their late night strolls. That had to be it, right? "Yeah, sure! I-I'd really like that."

Since he'd gotten up first, Leo offered his hand to pull her up. She'd taken it and once on her feet, got dragged to his room to watch him put on some human clothes. You know, to disguise his whole situation. As soon as he was ready, the two passed through the living room to grab Minji's hoodie before heading out.

Once out of the sewers, the girl took a deep breath and sighed. The air was crisp; a signal that autumn was near. That was probably another reason why the turtle had put on the outfit. Little did she know that he just wanted to feel like a normal teen hanging out with his normal crush.

Yes, Leonardo had realized his feelings for the girl were more than platonic after a couple months of getting to know her. It was a terrifying new experience for him, never really thinking that he'd have a chance at a relationship given that he was a mutant turtle. But, then Minji dropped into his life and he couldn't have asked for more.

Looking down at her, he smiled as she zipped up her tan jacket and pulled the hood over her head. It was big enough to fit him (he knew because he tried it on when asking why she insisted that she liked bigger hoodies to bundle up in) It amazed him just how much humans could vary in shape and size. She was short compared to him and his brothers; even shorter than April! But, that masked her mystic ninja background. Maybe that was what drew him in. The similarities and differences that caused their worlds to intertwine.

As the two walked along the sidewalk, they threw out jokes and talked about their misadventures. Since the streets were empty in the part of the city they chose, Minji conjurred a small blue flame and started flipping it between her fingers like a coin. Leo was amazed at how easy it was for her to use her mystic power. He still struggled with his sword and that was something he'd obtained. It wasn't something he'd inheritted through blood. He thought that made Minji much cooler in his eyes (despite the heat coming from the flames in her hands and in his heart).

There was a late-night cafe open that Leonardo had guided them to. It specialized in fresh baked desserts and milkshakes for those with a sweet tooth and habits of staying up til midnight. When the two entered, the scent of chocolate chip cookies hit them first. After getting a late night snack (and a compliment along the lines of "what a cute couple" from the cafe clerk that sent blushes to both of their cheeks), the pair decided to enjoy the rest of their night on the fire escape outside of Minji's apartment.

She'd grabbed a few pillows and blankets to sit on from her bedroom, the window of which they were situated outside of. Hunkering down, they both sipped on hot chocolate and munched on cookies for a quiet minute.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, Lee," Minji mentioned. She looked at him with a small smile, her cheeks still rosy from the clerk's earlier compliment (he dismissed her blushing, thinking it had to be from the cold and not over him).

"Hey, no problemo, chica," Leo smirked, holding his drink with both hands to keep them warm. "What are friends for?"

"Right; that's what friends are for..." Minji sighed. That comment unintentionally hurt both of them. Neither wanted to remain friends, but they were scared of how changing their dynamic might affect them and everyone around them.

A short silence filled the air, seemingly brought in by a harsh gust of cold air. The two shivered, not expecting a drop in temperature. "Hey, Leo? Do you maybe wanna go inside?"

They'd been sitting across from each other at first. With their knees up to their chests and their feet side-by-side atop of the blankets and pillows from Minji's room. He didn't realize that he was staring until she started to ramble. "We can go inside to get out of the cold and we can get more comfortable. Not that this isn't comfortable, but it is a little chilly. And we don't have to do anything! I know it's my bedroom and i-it's not like I'm expecting anything to happen but-"

Then he started his own clumsy reply, whilst standing up. "Yeah, no, totally! I-I got you; we should go inside and warm up because my feet are freezing."

Gathering up the stuff she'd brought out, making Leo trip by yanking a blanket from under him, they both scuttled through her bedroom window. Turning on a lamp, Leo got to see the simple layout of her space. A queen sized bed took up a corner of the room with a desk in the other. There was a small closet across from the bed, the fox mask he'd seen countless times hanging on the doorknob. The room was befitting of Minji.

"This is really nice, Min," he complimented, turning to look back at his friend. She was taking off her hoodie and shoes, thanking him with a soft smile.

"Will you be okay if I go change real quick? I'll be right back," she questioned, heading to the closet to change.

He replied that, yes he'd be fine, before she scurried inside the smaller space. Sitting on her bed, he tried to calm the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Leon hadn't spent this much alone time with Minji without an interruption of sorts. Whether it be his brothers poking fun at him or something else. His train of thought was cut off by the girl walking out in an oversized long sleeve shirt, bike shorts, and fuzzy socks. With her hair tied up into a pony tail instead of her signature braid, she looked cute and cozy.

"Oh," Minji said, tilting her head at Leon. "I thought you'd change, too."

The turtle awkwardly looked about himself, quickly trying to come up with an explanation. "Oh! Ah, well, you see I didn't change because when I leave, I'll just have to put it all back on. Yeah, so, why not save myself the trouble, you know?"

"I guess you're not wrong," she agreed. "When are you gonna head out, then? It's getting pretty late and I would hate for Splinter to get mad at us."

He hadn't thought that through yet. Leo wanted to spend more time with his friend, but he also knew curfews were a thing now in the lair. "If you're feeling better, I can go right now," he smiled, gesturing to the window.

"Besides, I need my beauty rest. Do you think I look this good without a full eight hours of sleep?" He joked, striking a pose.

As she walked to her bedside, Minji chuckled, "you look good all the time, blue. I don't think it'd be that hard for you."

The comment caught the boy by surprise, literally throwing him off his game and balance. Did...did she just agree that he's good-looking? Was this an opening for a confession?

"Well, I, uh...thanks?" He recovered, placing a hand on the back of his very hot neck. "You look good, too; in fact, is it hot in here or is it just you?"

Finally sparing him a glance from a short distance away, Minji was doing her best at keeping her composure and firing back her own comments. "It's just me; thanks for noticing because I think I'm on fire," with that, she conjurred blue flames in the palm of her hand.

Breathing a relieved sigh, Leo laughed at her comeback. "If you're on fire, I think I'm at risk of burning up."

"Just don't stand too close then," she replied, putting the fire in her hand out as she sat on the edge of her bed facing the turtle.

"What if that's all I want, though?"

"Well, I-" she paused, watching as the blue banded teen approached her. "W-well-"

Standing over his friend, Leo leaned in close to her face. "Something wrong, Min? Kit got your tongue?"

"More like a turtle, but yes," she whispered, staring back at him. He was so close; close enough to feel his breath on her face. His hands moved from his sides and were placed on either side of her on the bed.

He could do it. He could kiss her right here and tell her all about his feelings. But, dios mio, was he nervous. I mean, she hadn't moved away after his advance, so that had to mean something, right? And she even shot back her own little comebacks! She had to share some of the same feelings, at the very least. Looking down at her lips, then back up, he silently hoped she got the cue.

What surprised him as he leaned in further was the fact that she did, too. Her lips met his briefly, in an awkwardly short first kiss. When they both backed up, Minji's face was bright red and she slapped a hand to her mouth. "I-I'm so sorry! I-"

She didn't get another muffled word out as Leon grabbed her hand away from her face and stole a second kiss. This one was more refined, as her other hand moved to his shoulder. This was it; he wasn't dreaming. He was finally kissing his crush! And she was kissing back! When they pulled away for air, he stated, "I'm definitely not sorry."

A text on Leo's phone interrupted the two, making the boy pull away with a grumpy sigh. It was from Donnie, letting him know that Splinter was making his rounds on the boys' rooms soon before going to bed. He groaned, wondering why something always had to ruin good things for him every time. Minji saw the text from the purple brother as the turtle placed his phone in her lap and his forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm guessing you have to go right meow, huh?" She giggled, nudging the side of his head with her cheek. He grumbled, moving his face into the crook of her neck. When he spoke, his lips brushed her hot skin. "I mean, yeah...but-!"

"No butts unless it's yours leaving my window, blue," the girl replied, trying to calm her nerves down and pushing on the boy to get him off her.

"I should take your butt with me..."

"Excuse you?"

"I said I should get going!"

"Uh-huh, sure you did," she rolled her eyes as Leo neared the exit. "I'll text ya later, okay? Gotta make sure you get home unscathed."

With his body already outside, Leo poked his head in to confirm that, yes, he'd text her when he got home. And before he could duck out, Minji bumped her forehead against his. An act that the two had grown accustomed to doing when saying goodbye after nights like these. It had been a running inside joke, since bonking heads into one another on a few occasions and once during a mission. But, it always held sentiment for the two. Now it was much more endearing than dangerous.

When the turtle got home, he was greeted by his disasterous twin. "Sooo, how was your date?"

"I-it wasn't a date! We were just talking," blue defended, failing to hide his blush. Purple rolled his eyes. "Riiight, and Galileo didn't discover the rings of Saturn."

"Did you do it, Leo? Did you finally confess to Minji!" Mikey gasped, poking his head around the corner.

"Or did she kiss you? You know, since you got that lovesick look on your face," Raph snickered, appearing behind his younger brothers.

"Ugh! Why can't you guys give me a break?!"

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt leo #first kiss #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt leonardo #the blue bluey

[roguelioness]

Stop and Stare

I’m back with more Gwenji nonsense, don’t at me. Benjamin Fox belongs to @ma-sulevin!

Picking up where the two left off here.

Benjamin Fox/Gwen Porter 1658 words, complete

Gwen gets her arms up over her head and stretches, sighing at the way the kinks work out of her shoulders. The scene outside her window is grey and dreary; there’s even a little bit of drizzle to really rub in what a miserable day it is. Everything about it says bundle up, stay at home, and she knows there’s a bottle of good whiskey in her cupboards - hell, she could get a real nice fire going, sprawl out on the carpet in front of it, ignore the email from the publisher and the rest of the world and instead just spend the afternoon daydreaming about-

About what, indeed, she chastises herself, her cheeks faintly pink as she recalls wide shoulders and wider grins.

She checks the little orange clock that’s up on the mantel; it’s a quarter to three. A bit too early for the whiskey, then, but perfect for a cup of tea. She gnaws on her lip as she stares outside… she could remain at home, but on the other hand, she might catch Benji if she makes her way to Haley’s bakery…

Besides, she could use some fresh air. It can’t be healthy to be cooped up all day at home, can it? It’ll be good for her mind! She might find some inspiration out on the- grey skies… and grey cobblestones… and… brown eyes…

Gwen mentally chastises herself for what is all-too-quickly becoming a rather overwhelming obsession with Wayhaven’s detective. Keep this up, and he’ll be serving you a restraining order, she rues, even as she slings her purse over her shoulders and tightens the scarf around her neck. She’s not going to see him, she’s doing this for herself, because she’s been at home for two days now and she really needs a change, she’s tired of staring at the sage green walls of her apartment and she hasn’t found the energy to pick up her brush because everything’s just been so grey and blah outside.

She nearly reconsiders her idea once she’s out of the door and the full force of the chill wind smacks her straight in the face. The cold quickly numbs her ears, gnawing at her even through the woolen beanie, and she lets out a gasp as cold air manages to sneak beneath her coat. Gwen speedwalks her way to her little sedan - she is not built for the cold, not one inch - and gets behind the wheel of her old-but-in-pretty-good-shape sedan, shivering while she waits for warm air to flow out of the vents. “Holy fuck it’s cold,” she mutters, rubbing her gloved hands together before she places them on the steering wheel.

The drive to the bakery is uneventful, most of Wayhaven’s citizens having done the sensible thing and stayed at home - a fact that isn’t lost to her as she pulls up by the storefront. Gwen can see, through the large glass window, that the bakery’s empty. Damn. Her phone says it’s three-fifteen, and she just happens to know - thanks to Rita, her next-door neighbor, and another volunteer at the PD - that Benji has a late patrol tonight… I’m not here for him, she reminds herself, and takes a breath to steel herself against the wind outside before she gets out, clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering as she rushes into the cozy warmth of the store.

“Gwen!” Haley’s smiling, clearly surprised to see her. “A little cold for you to be out, isn’t it?”

“I needed a change,” she smiles, trying to squirm at the glint in the baker’s eye. “Thought it might help with the artist’s block.”

“Well, you just make yourself comfortable, and stay for as long as you’d like,” Haley says kindly. “What can I get you?”

“A tea, and-” she points at a cinnamon roll. “One of those, please.”

She seats herself as close to a window as she can without being right up against it and pulls out a sketchbook. Letting her fingers flow across the page, she draws The Square in quick, sure strokes, detailing the cobblestone streets and the quaint iron lamp posts, the unused park benches and the leafless trees. She’s so caught up with what she’s doing she starts when the door opens, feeling her cheeks heat up when she recognizes the tall man who steps into the store.

He hasn’t seen her yet, and she takes the time to study him. Strong jaw set taut, brows knitted together, lips thinned out in thought. He looks tired, his usually neatly style hair mussed by the wind outside, and the stubble on his face is heading towards what she has no doubt will be a quite fetching beard.

Her pencil files across the page, the soft rasp of lead against paper so familiar to her she barely pays attention to it. His jacket’s not so much worn out as it is lived in, and she knows that it will smell of him, all fresh soap and deodorant. It’s not as thick as her parka, she knows, but he makes it look so much warmer. 

He turns, and he sees her, and he instantly breaks out into that wide, open smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling up. It gets her heart speeding, and she silently curses the way he can so effortlessly make her feel this way, like she’s the sun after a never-ending night. “Hey, Gwen!” his voice is so cheerful she can’t help but grin in response. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. What are you up to?”

‘Oh, just-” she raises her pencil, wags it at him. “Trying to catch a muse.”

He chuckles, but his attention’s grabbed by Haley before he can respond. Grabbing his coffee from the counter, he makes his way towards her, and before she can react he’s pulling out the chair next to her and makes himself comfortable.

Dammit, why do his eyes have to be so warm?

“So,” his lips quirk up into that smile, the one that makes her chest flutter and her stomach do flips, “do you think I could have a look?”

“Huh?”

“Let me see what you’ve been working on?” his smile turns cajoling. She’s too weak to resist that look - not that she even tries, because what kind of fight can she put up against chocolate brown eyes that look so friendly and open and so, so attractive? His attention on her, so entire and so steady, tears down even the most resilient of her defenses.

Gwen glances down at her page, her heart spiking in alarm as she realizes that the part her hand is currently blocking out holds a very familiar face, and if she doesn’t do something quick he’s going to see-

“Um-” she hurriedly goes to turn the page, to hide what she’s been doing, but her haste makes her clumsy and she knocks over what’s remaining of her tea onto the book, the brown liquid spreading across and seeping into the paper. “Oh, shit,” she jumps up, trying not to get any on herself.

“Here, let me help-” Benji grabs a handful of napkins and rushes over to her. 

She gratefully takes them from him. “Thanks.” She tries to mop up as much of the spilled liquid as she can, but the damage is done - the pages are too warped for her to use again. “Oh, well,” she sighs, staring down at the now-brown paper with its smudged artwork. “So much for that idea,” she gives him a crooked half-smile, half-grimace.

“I’m so sorry,” he looks genuinely contrite as he eyes the ruined sketchbook. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have startled you-”

“No, no, I’m just clumsy,” she lets out a little laugh, the sound awkward. “Don’t worry about it, honestly. I have loads more at home.”

His brows are still furrowed with regret. “Let me make it up to you - how about I get you another cup of tea?”

“You don’t have to, Benji, it wasn’t your fault-”

“Please, let me.” 

He’s so earnest, she can’t turn him down. “Okay.”

Benji has to return to the station, so she lets him walk her to the car. “I’m sorry about your book,” he says again. He has to bend his shoulders quite a bit to meet her gaze through the window.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she sighs. “Please stop blaming yourself, you’re making me feel bad.”

His lips quirk up at the corners. The way he’s looking at her, his gaze scanning her face, the way his breath fogs the space between them, scented with the coffee he’s been drinking - Gwen finds herself mesmerized, finds her eyes dropping to his lips, finds herself wanting to yank him closer so she can taste his mouth.

“I’ll get you another,” he promises.

“Benji. Stop.”

He gives her one last, bright flash of a smile. “Drive safe.”

“I will.”

Neither of them seem inclined to end the conversation - she certainly isn’t - but a particularly freezing gust of wind has her shivering, which makes him take a step away, which leaves her feeling bereft.

“I’ll see you around, neighbor,” he grins, raising his hand in a quick salute.

“Bye,” she knows her cheeks are red, and that she’s smiling like a loon, but she doesn’t really care as she pulls away from the curb. When she turns to look again, he’s still standing there, a hand in his pocket, a grin on his lips. There’s a pull within her, a yearning to turn around and go back to him, but she ignores it and instead waves one last time before she leaves.

The next morning, there’s a plain brown paper-wrapped parcel on her doorstep. Curious, she opens it to find a brand new sketchbook and an accompanying note: Maybe this time I’ll get to see your work? 

She shakes her head and laughs. And falls just a little bit deeper for warm brown eyes and broad shoulders.

#oc: gwen porter #foc: benjamin fox #gwen x benji #we're calling it gwenji okay #roguelioness writes

[mcheang]

Foxes know each other

What if Feng Jiu hadn’t lost her fox necklace?

It had been years since Feng Jiu gave up on Dong Hua. It was time to erase all traces of him from her life. She needed a clean slate.

That was why she didn’t mind her blind date locations near Taichen Palace.

The fox necklace could have been thrown to some random garbage bin but that seemed a waste.

While Dong Hua sat drinking his tea, and Feng Jiu mentioned the fall of the empire, she brought out a recognizable pendant.

Feng Jiu: Tell me Migu, do you think I can throw this pendant over the walls of Taichen Palace and it will fall into the pond beside the pavilion?

Dong Hua froze and stared at the pendant. He knew that pendant.

Feng Jiu frowned, taking his silence for doubt. “I’m not that bad a shot. I’m pretty good at archery and throwing things. Remember that suitor I pelted with fruit from a distance?”

Feng Jiu eyed the pond in front of her. “I could always dump this necklace in this pond, but that seems lazy. This pendant belonged to Dijun’s baby fox. It seems only right to return it to her former home.”

Feng Jiu continued to eye Dong Hua’s Palace, ignoring the deity’s intent stare.

“Yes, Taichen’s pond seems the best fit. Dijun’s pet fox nearly drowned there. It is only right to leave the pendant there. If Dong Hua finds it, he can believe the pet died. All the better, I say. That way he won’t come to Qingqiu again.”

Feng Jiu turned around, intent on finding a good spot to throw the pendant from.

She froze.

Standing before was Dong Hua Dijun.

Feng Jiu quickly greeted Dong Hua.

Dong Hua: Where is my baby fox?

Feng Jiu: I don’t know.

Dong Hua: do you know the punishment for lying to me?

Feng Jiu: alright, alright. Your baby fox had been rescued from drowning. But since you were getting married, she decided to leave you a wedding gift and move to Qingqiu.

Dong Hua: even if I was married, that doesn’t mean I wanted her to leave.

Feng Jiu: but she felt it was time to go. You were so mean to her then!

Dong Hua: oh?

Feng Jiu finally felt she could vent her grievances to the man who caused them.

Feng Jiu: Yes! She told me about how you didn’t let her explain her side of the story. She told me Jiheng stole her credit for fixing Lian Song’s blueprints. Moreover, you didn’t even know or care that she had been missing or hurt until days later. How dare you say you want her back! She is much better off in Qingqiu!

Dong Hua was shocked. This was news to him. But he still wanted his baby fox back.

Dong Hua: She is still my pet. I spent years searching for her everywhere. Doesn’t that count?

Feng Jiu huffed. “She doesn’t want to see you anymore. In fact, here!” She brashly took his hand and dropped the pendant into it. “She’s cutting off all ties with you. You don’t deserve such a brilliant fox. Good day!”

And with that, Feng Jiu stormed off to quickly hide.

Feng Jiu’s brain: ahh! I can’t believe I just did that!

Anyway, Dong Hua can understand why Feng Jiu seems against him and his foster Sister. Even so, he still helped to take her home when she was drunk.

When the bet about who would marry Dijun became known, Feng Jiu was furious. She may have cut off ties with Dijun, but she wasn’t going to lose face.

Handkerchief incident happens as usual.

While Feng Jiu is now known as Jiu Ge, Dong Hua does travel back to Qingqiu to find his baby fox. No luck. She must be avoiding him.

Continue all the way down to Fanyin Valley until we reach the paste scene.

Feng Jiu is curious about why he still carries it around when his hands are fine.

Dong Hua assumes she learned it from his baby fox. “This was the best ointment I ever had. Why would I waste it so soon?”

Feng Jiu can’t help but praise herself. “She really is skilled, isn’t she? She made more paste for me to give out to my fellow comrades.”

Moving on to when Dong Hua learns that the fairy he is falling for (Xiao Bai) was the fox.

Dong Hua’s mind: Xiao Bai must hate me. She told me she wanted to having nothing more to do with me, that she wanted to cut off ties. What do I do now?

#eternal love of dream #eternal love pillow book #三生三世枕上书 #eternal love of dream fic #eternal love of dream fanfic #eternal love of dream fanfiction #eternal love pillow book fanfiction #eternal love pillow book fanfic #eternal love pillow book fic

[bugaboowritings]

Lying to Friends - (Stressed Marinette Fic)

Marinette is Ticking Time Bomb

With light ice angst 

I’m WRITING IT!! Here is Part One of the idea where “Ladybug” (the episode) was about a huge Godzilla-like Ladybug eating Paris (Ladyzilla AU or Ladybug Monster AU?). Or just a fic about Marinette lying to Alya, if you only read this part. 

Enjoy. 

 She tapped her pen twice as fast with each passing second. Drumming it against the polished desk cluttered with her chipped-edge textbooks and countless colored pens. Unconsciously moving the one in her petite fingers like a seesaw with her thumb. Bringing relief to her as its beat stayed constant. Much like a metronome, it combed her thoughts into neat lines. In a sequence, she could manage with. Fixing it from the jumble of nonsense that usually caused her to blank out as she stared off into the nothing. 

 Even when handing her pen off to Alya, Marinette thumped her foot up and down. Keeping the rhythm going. Comforting herself. Alleviating the wrinkles on her forehead while the sides of her throat made her feel nauseous. Getting hit by a sudden fever or tasting the reason why tuna sandwiches shouldn't be left in a schoolbag. Excusing herself from her seat. Turning the chair under her with a little too much force. Preparing to get a scolding by the librarian for that later as Marinette cringed at the thump it made. Alya, on the other hand, didn't bat an eye, her arm mindlessly waving bye as her eyes narrowed on the chemistry problem. Biting her top lip before uncapping another highlighter. 

Marinette stepped out of the library with a big huff. She picked the wrong day to be skipping out in her studying with her chem test creeping closer and closer. However, the deadline didn't jump-start panic into her system as it once did. She and Tikki had trouble figuring out if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Yet, there was an undeniable hunch blazing in the back of her mind that wouldn't let her study even if she tried. 

A sixth sense throbbing. 

Ladybug intuition, if you will. 

Something very bad was going to happen. As if, as if the world was on the verge of seeing something horrible. 

Tikki instructed Marinette to be on the lookout. Reminding her to pick her allies wisely if the battle up ahead demanded more heroes. Marinette visited Master Fu over tea to speak on the matter. Even mentioning it to Chat Noir on a late-night patrol. Before brushing off the comment she made as a simple thought. Chastening herself as she chewed her lip. The last thing she wanting was to make her partner worry for no reason but this sense of doom made her develop a case of insomnia she couldn't cure. 

Marinette was scared. 

Of what? She was unsure about. 

Maybe everything is getting to her. Like she was crashing from a high. 

 No. 

No, Marinette was fine.

Other than the irrational panic, she's good. 

She had a schedule now so she won't be stressed too much about commission deadlines and due dates.  Slowly getting into the self-care routine thanks to Alya and Adrien. 

She's good. 

Though she knew that wasn't the whole truth. 

Lila picked at her nerves each and everyday. Making it seem like another battle lost when she gave Mari that dumb smirk and ARH! It was so infuriating! Watching her go around like the victim when she lit the match that led to the fire. Lila was worse than Chloe. Marinette even wanted to go far as comparing her to Hawkmoth. 

Marinette ground her teeth at that.

Hawkmoth has been a pain lately. 

Marinette punched a number in the school's vending machine. The same that had stickers on the sides and graffiti etched on the glass. Hoping a drink will clear her head. Searching her coin purse to get something for Alya too. Knowing too well that she couldn't drink it in the library. 

Shooting Alya a text to get down for a quick break. 

Marinette pulled back the can tab, the sizzle of the carbonated drink was music to her ears after swallowing the cafeteria's bitter "green" juice for lunch. Taking a sip as a pick-me-up from studying, waiting for the sugar to kick in her system. Leaning on to the cream-yellow bricks that made up the walls of the school. Noticing one of the bricks had someone's initials scratched on to it. 

"Girl, you don't even know how much I needed this." Alya popped open the can by Marinette's feet. Not asking if it was her's because of course, it was her's. Grinning when it saw it was her favorite flavor. Smiling a little wider when tasting how cold it was. Balancing out the sun while its rays warmed the air around them.  

"I thought we could use a bit of a breather." Marinette hummed. Tipping her head back as she took another sip. "It's not good being inside for too long."

"Yeah," Alya smirked, slurping her drink. "Sure that it wasn't because of the view."

Feeling the bubbles in her drink go up to her nose. Marinette coughed into her elbow. Almost dropping her can. 

"Ah- what?" 

Alya patted her back till Marinette quit coughing. Her brown locks swayed as her head nodded towards the locker rooms. There, as if on cue, the fencing team poured out. Laughing with their gym bags slung over their shoulders. 

Adrien smiled as one of his teammates patted his back. His sandy-golden curls were messy and all over the place. It was a charming look, really. Though he was probably sweaty from practice. The sunrays made his hair glitter as he laughed lightly at one of his teammates' jokes. Marinette could just stand there to watch. Maybe even try to grab his attention or call him out from the crowd. 

Then he looked at her. 

Marinette straightens up. Not caring that her pigtails were a little loose or the fact that her face screamed "fresh out from the grave" with the bags under her eyes. 

He gave her that soft smile he seems to offer only her. Or that's just what Marinette likes to think.  To imagine if somehow, someway, he thought she was special. 

Miraculous even. 

Marinette pumped out her own smile, not helping the red that appeared up to her ears. Waving goodbye a little too enthusiastically. Staring at him even when he turned around, making his way out the school's grand doors. Possibly out to where his bodyguard stood. Entering a slick black car that would take his home. Probably, reaching for his phone to text Nino about when they should hang out. Or probably just shut in a room to practice his piano. 

"No," Marinette confessed. Shaking her head swiftly. "No, you got it all wrong." 

"Mari," Alya cooed. Sporting a fox-like grin. Steaming up another scheme before Marinette stared her down. 

"Seriously. I have to much on my mind to try and chase boys." Marinette sipped. Noticing how her grip made a dent in the can. 

A hand fell on Marinette's shoulder, shaking her a bit before feeling Alya's hand skated into small circles. Knowing too well it was the same trick she did when her younger sisters were upset. 

"You wanna talk about it?" 

----

The two girls sat by the vending machine for a while. Marinette had dropped to the ground when Alya squatted next to her. Their nearly empty cans stood by them. Trembling when a breeze came in but the leftover juice in them kept them from flying away like another piece of trash in the wind. 

Marinette had a great view of the quad from where she sat. It was 4:15 and Ms. Bustier's breathing class was starting. Their meetings were once weekly only to switch it to daily sessions as Hawkmoth started acting up. Pulling out stronger akumas. Every time getting closer and closer on getting the miraculous. Every time he seemed to manage to set the city on fire before Marinette could call on her Ladybug Cure to extinguish it. 

People were fearing for their lives. 

Marinette felt the tension leaving the student's shoulders as Ms.Bustier told them to breathe.  

People were fearing for their lives. 

 Scared out of their minds to think that they could be one of Hawkmoth's "champions". A pawn in his game. Manipulated then tossed away when they failed.  

Marinette came to the conclusion that whoever hid behind the mask, behind the akumas, behind the destruction and terrorism that haunted France she would beat to a bloody pulp. 

It was already set in stone. 

Nothing could change her mind now. Not after days, weeks, months, years fighting against this villain, she has seen first-hand how it changed her community. 

Emotions were a weapon now. Feeling anxious or bothered or frustrated or disappointed or anything negative was seen as a weakness to the villain. A target on your back as you felt anything other than happiness. It drained people after a while. To think that people were afraid to express themselves in fear that a little black butterfly would come down and evilize them. The same healthy emotions that were the basis for any person was now a feared weapon.

Teens, the main targets for akumas, now had this fear on their back as anxiety, depression, and anxiousness ate them up. 

Nadja reported that Akuma-Safe Protocols were now implemented in every school or public area.

Alya posted safety guides to Akumas on her blog.  

The Mayor released messages to the press about how they had to work together with their heroes. To stop this dumpster fire that seems to grow each and everyday. 

And the person stopping from Paris burning down was Marinette Dupain-Cheng in a bug costume with a flirty cat by her side. 

Marinette gave a heavy sigh as Alya brushed her bangs back. Petting her like how a mother would comb her child's hair with their fingers. Waiting for Mari to say what was on her chest. 

 God, Marinette just wanted to tell her. To rant. To vent. To cry. All to stop the headaches she was getting or to release the pressure in her. To explain to Alya who she really is. The same hero Alya follows around was the girl that sat next to her in every class. How every time she lied was to go save Paris, not to ditch her. How the secret society that Alya figured out was the same one Marinette went to every Wednesday for tea. Really, she wanted to spill. To stop lying to her best friend in the whole wide world. To tell the truth. To break down this wall between them.

 But Marinette just bit her tongue.  

Alya could never know about this. 

"I'm just worried about this semester, you know." Marinette sighed. It wasn't what was bothering her, but it was something her parents brought up during dinner. Not to scare her, but because they were too interested in what she plans to do. 

"It's our last year here before we move on to bigger things." She groaned, getting up from the floor. 

"My dream of having my own fashion house and your's about being a reputable reporter.

"I'm scared that we're gonna grow apart." Marinette huffed. Tossing her can in the green bin. 

"Hey," Alya's eyes soften with her tone. "We're going to conquer the world together, remember. We, kind of, still need to be best friends for that to work out." She beamed. 

Her smile mirroring on to Mari's face. 

"I guess, you're right about that."

"I know I am!" Alya exclaimed. Throwing her arm around Marinette's shoulder.

 "Now that we are on the topic of working together, there is this one problem I can't seem to solve on the study guide-" 

"ALYA!"

"What! I need help with it!"

------

TBC -see you next week 

#ml #ml fic #fic #writings #my writings #my writing #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #ladybug #light ice angst #angst #miraculous #miraculous the tales of ladybug and chat noir

[angrylizardjacket]

when i said it i thought it was true [1] {Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where ben is the reader’s ex and they are somehow working together on the set of bo rhap and they fall in love all over again ☺️ could you make it angst-y and then end with fluff? i love your writing so much!!

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where the reader is in bo rhap, maybe playing as one of roger’s gfs or something and she kind of falls in love with ben while filming the scenes with him as roger 💖 very fluffy pls :D

A/N: 3124 words. Super AU version of BoRhap being filmed in the fic. There’s gonna be another part, that will fill the prompts better. This might end up being a series. I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be nice.

When your manager rings you, telling you that you’d landed a part in the Queen Biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, you were elated. Freddie Mercury was a bit of a personal hero of yours, and to be a part of his story on the big screen, it was sort of a dream come true. 

In your first meeting, you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and you’re given the latest draft of the script to start learning, as well as a character brief. The script calls your character ‘Amanda’, the girlfriend of Roger Taylor who he eventually realises he wants to settle down with. You’d seen pictures of young Roger Taylor, you wouldn’t lie, you were excited for the role. Honestly, even today he was still quite a fox.

The point is, you were excited to have a fun time on set with a pretty blonde, make some new connections, and earn some good money. Some really good money.

The other shoe drops when you’re flicking through Instagram, and one of the stan accounts you follow has posted a leaked screenshot of the proposed cast list, and there’s your name, right beside the name of the last person you wanted to pretend to be in love with. Ben Hardy; pretty blonde extraordinaire, and your ex-boyfriend.

The table read is... awkward. 

The two of you are sat next to each other, and barely spoke two words to each other. You feel unprofessional the whole time, but you’d rather be anywhere else in the world, and the delivery of some of your lines falls a little flat. The director casts a concerned look between yourself and Ben as you rattle of what’s meant to be banter like you’re reading the news paper.

“They’ve got no damn chemistry; it’s like watching a celebrity divorce hearing.” When the Director vents to one of the producers in the hall outside after the reading, you manage to catch it where you’re just about to come out of the bathroom.

“They’ll be better on set, I promise, it’s just jitters.” She tries to soothe his nerves, and they’re off soon after, and you’re left with a cold, sinking sensation in your stomach.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you? How are you finding the set?” The guy who greets you on your first day on the Eastenders set smiles with such casual ease it feels like you’ve known him for a while, instead of having just met him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You agree with a quick nod, rocking back on your heels as you gaze around the space, trying not to look at him for too long. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” Actually, what’s overwhelming is that he’s talking to you. He’s Ben fucking Hardy, pretty-boy on the soap-opera scene, and he’s talking to you on your first day.

“Yeah, you’ll be right though; if you need any help or anything, just give us a yell, yeah?” And you realise he probably doesn’t know who you’re playing, or how you’re involved in that Season’s arc, but you certainly did.

“I didn’t know you could play drums.” You’re trying to be casual when you say it, but you see Ben tense where he’s sitting on a sofa in the rehearsal room, script and pencil in hand.

“I can now, that’s all that really matters.” He’s giving off such strong ‘please leave me alone’ vibes that it almost hurts, and you have to push through the knot in your stomach and sit down next to him.

“Ben, we need to at least be civil.” You say quietly, and he looks at you, expression a little forlorn.

“Y/N, we are civil, and we’ve done this before. Let’s just keep it professional, okay?” His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod in agreement with a small smile, and pull out your phone, waiting for the rehearsal director.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” You purr, running your hand delicately over the collar of Ben’s shirt, as his eyes widened and he spluttered to form a sentence, just as the script had told him to. 

Your character was more a plot device than anything, when Ben’s character is at a low point, his main romance is on a break, and he meets you, a temptress in all black. Your job is to give his character a realisation, he starts as your cocaine dealer when his supplier can’t make the drop, and he falls for you. Depending on the audience reaction, you knew the producers were waiting to see if they kill you off or have you recover from your addiction. The point is, your fate’s uncertain at the end of the Season, and Ben’s character realises he has to get out of the drug trade.

“I’ve got something for you, from Oskar. Can we go somewhere more private?” When he speaks, it’s with surprising confidence, and he steps up from the bar stool and into your space, smiling as your face lights up. The director calls cut after a moment, and you step back, smile sliding to something genuine as an assistant comes in and straightens your loose, black silk shirt, and they reset the shot for a new take.

“Ben, could you try less flustered? You’re here to deliver drugs, you’re not a schoolboy.” The director’s voice was kind as she came up to the two of you, and Ben agreed easily before she turned to you. “Great job, Y/N, don’t be afraid to be more even more forward, if you feel it.” As soon as you nod in understanding, she absconds, and you half laugh.

“If I was any more forward I’d be in your lap.” You snickered, voice quiet as you dipped your head to hide how you were faintly flustered. Ben was quiet, just watching you for a moment, but before you noticed, the director called for everyone to standby.

“I’m after Maggie, do you know where I could find her?” Ben starts as soon as the cameras start rolling, brow furrowed as he leans across the bar to speak to the bartender, and that’s your cue to enter the scene.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” And when you say it this time, he smirks back at you, a little cocky, and you can feel the way it makes your heart flutter and you know it’s not as fake as it should be.

Before filming even starts, the producers have essentially forced you and Ben into bonding sessions which, if this were several years ago, would have just been dates. Now they’re awkward and tense, and you tend to bring heavily highlighted scripts.

“I saw you in that Wes Anderson movie last year. It was a really good performance, one of your best.” He offers over coffee. The idea that he’d kept up with enough of your work to label one ‘your best’ has you a little shocked, and something in your heart warms as you thank him softly.

It’s gotten easier to hang around with him, and it’s even easier to pretend to be in love with him in rehearsals. It’s like riding a bike, how easy it is to let yourself smile and lean into him, to let the banter flow easily between the two of you, fond jabs that edge on insulting coming as easily as breathing.

Joe mentions that he thought the two of you worked together before, and when you reply that you’d dated for almost a year, he goes very quiet, eyes going wide. After a beat, he admits it explains a lot.

“X-Men did you real dirty.” You’re half paying attention to an interview with Roger Taylor that the two of you had been instructed to watch together. You’re both in his trailer, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa as you watch in almost complete silence.

“What?” He asks, after a beat, your words having taken a moment to process.

“Killing you off like that; they could have gotten so much mileage out of your character.” The way you say it is far too well thought out to be an idle thought. Ben smirked.

“You just liked the leather pants.” He muttered, but you’re silence is answer enough. You know he sees your embarrassed smile, but you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink after and go through notes and blocking and stuff?” You’re shooting your third episode, and you’re far more comfortable on set by now. Agreeing easily, you let Ben drive the two of you to what he claims is the best pub in town, and you sit in one of the more secluded booths to talk.

It turns out he’s just as much a fan of you as you are of him; you’re known more for your bit-parts in long-running series, it seems like the only show you hadn’t been a part of so far had been Eastenders, it was only a matter of time. It’s an innocent night, true to his word, all you do is talk, and discuss the script. There is one part of the upcoming script that has you a bit nervous. 

“Listen, honestly just go for it; it’s not meant to be sweet or anything, I’m literally taking coke from you.” You tell him, fidgeting, and he’s hums thoughtfully.

“You sure? We can talk to the director, I’m sure-” He offers, but you laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Nah, let’s knock it out of the park, the script says go for it so just go for it.” You assured him, heart rate already quickening at the mere thought of it. 

The next day, before the scene, the director comes over to talk you through it, making sure that if anything becomes uncomfortable, that you can talk to her. Both you and Ben assure her that it’s fine.

“You’re far too cute for this line of work.” You say as you hold a baggie of “cocaine” up to the light, smile playing on your lips.

“Cute? Ouch, you really know how to wound a man, you know.” He says, leaning back against the sofa in the hallway of the grubby hotel your character was staying in. He’s watching you with interest, small smile playing on his lips.

“Cute’s not a bad thing, baby, but you look like you should be making coffees or playing football in the sun, not here, not with me.” And you tap out a little of the powder onto your hand, pretending to snort it before you turn to him, his expression dark and hungry, and he kisses you, aggressive, almost desperate, and you lean into it, almost forget you’re playing a role with his hand on the back of your neck. When he lets go, when he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and you chase his lips for a moment. Eyes flickering open, you see him smirking down at you where he’s standing, and you both know it wasn’t entirely acting.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growls, and you know you have to smile like you’re into it, like it’s a challenge, but instead, you duck your gaze, giving a small laugh and wiping at the nostril you’d just “snorted cocaine” through, before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

They call cut, and the director announces, almost a little awed, that she’s pretty sure they got the the take, actually says she’s not sure if she could getting a better take if they tried again. Ben seems far too pleased with himself. 

“They want us to tell the public we’re together.” You’re resting your head on Ben’s chest laying at the back of the tour-bus set, and his hand is resting on your waist, which is bare for the crop top and booty shorts they’ve put you in.

“Yeah, I heard.” He replies, voice equally quiet. “I think we’ve got a meeting about it tomorrow morning.” Gwil and Rami are actually playing scrabble at the front of the bus, and Joe is talking to Singer, the director.

“It’s a bad idea.” You’re so frank that you feel Ben freeze, and you heave a sigh. “It’s good for the movie, but Ben...” You trail off, and you feel it when he forces himself to relax. “It wouldn’t be real, it would just be weird.”

“Y/N, we’re actors.” He says very pointedly, and when you turn, resting your chin on his chest, he looks tired, a little exasperated. “It’s just a business deal.” He assured, and you let out a low, thoughtful grumble. 

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” You allow, and he nods once, shifting to a more comfortable position, and you go back to resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Singer called for the shot to be reset and a bunch of people came and straightened your clothes, and touched up your makeup, all without you having to move much.

You agree to the terms set forth in the meeting easily, the story being that your relationship rekindled on set, and that you were now madly in love, mirroring the relationship you were portraying on screen.

“Wait, does that mean-?” Ben leans forward in his chair, with his heart in his throat as he followed their logic, thinking through the plot of the movie. “Like engaged?” He asked.

“Seems a bit fast.” You agreed, voice level enough that someone might mistake you for calm rather than internally freaking out, and your managers shared a look.

“There will be a public proposal during or after the world premiere, that’s up to you both, and after the movie is out on DVD, you can go your separate ways.” They assured, but your mouth fell open.

“You know he left me for X-Men, right?” You splutter, and Ben’s eyes widen as he turns to you with a scoff.

“You’re the one who said the distance was too much for us while I was in Cairo.” He snapped, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I was offering to come and stay with you instead, but you said you were too busy!” That was enough to shut him up, his mouth snapping closed as he turned away sharply, huffing out a resigned sigh.

“We have a few brands and restaurants who are interested in sponsoring, and the producers are willing to increase both your salaries if you go through with it for the full duration.” Your manager informed you both carefully, and you and Ben shared a resigned look.

“Fake intend to marry me for like three months?” He asked, voice low and bitter, and after heaving a long sigh, you look to your managers,

“Fine.”

“I think I love you.” Ben’s character shows up at your character’s door, and you open it in a silk robe. 

“Hello to you too.” You laughed, but he’s so serious, so sincere, and when he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t offer anything else, you step up to him, pressing your lips to his, and he wraps his arms around you, hands sliding against the silk over your hips, and you pull back.

“You’re too sweet for me, baby,” voice so low it’s barely a whisper, he’s the one who chases your lips this time, but your catch his chin, and his eyes open. 

“You’re high.” He says softly, voice raw and a little desperate.

“And you’re my dealer.” You push him back gently, going to close the door and his expression turns angry.

“That doesn’t mean anything; I love you, Maggie.” His words hang heavily in the air, but before you can respond, they call for cut. You’re told to play it more like it hurts to try and turn him down, and you agree, smiling and nodding all the while. Everyone sets up for another take and you close the door.

When you kiss him this time, his hands are holding your face, and you’ve got your arms around his neck, and it’s like the world falls away from around you. It’s not acting now, hasn’t been for weeks, almost months now, not since he’d asked you out officially. Every time you kiss him you’re desperate to drown in his embrace, and he kisses you like it’s just the two of you, no cameras, no scripts.

“You’re-” and he cuts you off with another quick kiss, which has you laughing a little sadly, “Peter you’re too sweet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours, heaving a sigh.

“I know you’re high.” He says gently, and you don’t push him away this time, just lean back, your finger lifting his chin.

“And you’re my dealer.” You tell him, expression falling.

“That doesn’t mean anything, that doesn’t matter; I love you.” And you know that in that moment, the words mean so much more than the script, than these characters, than the show; he loves you. Ben loves you.

You avoid him, outside of filming, until you actually get a call from your manager telling you you’re contractually obligated to be seen in public together at least once a week. Even while filming you’re short with him, and he’s quick to get away from you the moment he doesn’t need to be around you, which was getting to be pretty bad, seeing as how you had been blocking a sex scene.

After the call, you and Ben get a drink. It’s awkward at first, though that’s unsurprising. After a long sip of his beer, he pats his thighs where he’s sitting in the armchair across from you. You make a face at him, shaking your head. 

“It’ll look less suspicious than if we’re shouting at each other across the table.” He hissed, and you groaned, obliging and crossing to sit yourself in his lap. He’s warm and secure, and he wraps his arm around you like it’s second nature. “Let’s not make this weird.” He said gently, and you nod.

“As for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said softly, leaning in to make sure no-one else heard, and he nodded, humming softly, “we’re professionals, and,” after a beat you cleared your throat pointedly, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Not in front of a camera crew we haven’t.” Ben says with a smirk, and you snicker in agreement. “It’s gonna go fine; this is all gonna go fine, I promise.” And when you raise your eyebrows at him in surprised question, he just laughs softly, and brings you in for a chaste kiss. “It’s only until the DVD’s released.” He assures you, and you let your expression fall, already weary.

“Ben, that’s over a year away.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #queen #queen imagines #eastenders #eastenders imagines #the angry lizard writes

[iwishicouldfindgodsteeth]

My therapists office is shut down until the pandemic settles down. My mental health is pretty poor lately. I don’t know how to let go of pain or accept that anyone cares. I don’t know what healthy looks like.

This is long and probably full of triggers, but I need to vent it. Take this as a trigger warning I guess. If nothing else, maybe someone will read this and feel less alone in what they’re going through.

The first person I ever trusted with my depression told me they were sick of hearing about my problems and to “just kill yourself already.” I was 15, and had no one else to go to.

I remember the texture of that shitty yellow box cutter I physically wrestled out of a friends hands away from their neck. I sat with them all night. They had a family and a son that loved them very much. Days later they stole some of the only musical gear I owned, things important to my life and keeping me sane. I still see that shitty futon and the blood on your arms and hear how your voice wavered with tears streaming down your face.

I remember being in that same room, on all sorts of drugs and alcohol trying to find some semblance of coping. I remember my “friends” standing around me and laughing as a man in his mid thirties pinned me down. I felt violated, and everyone just stood there and watched. I remember them egging on a drunk girl to get naked and get on top of me, and how sick I felt. I remember the texture on the purple velvet party hat she was wearing.

I remember waking up after a night of binge drinking to a message from someone I thought was a friend saying they liked being “the first.” Their form of reassurance was telling me they weren’t pregnant and to not worry. I can’t forget something I wasn’t mentally there for to begin with. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.

I remember the night a friend and I drank a whole bottle of wine and stayed up all night talking. I wanted to be there for her while she dealt with some problems. It sucked to watch someone I cared about be treated like shit. I remember a week later when she hit me, threw me face first into a table, and told me she didn’t give a shit about me. In front of friends. They told me to forgive her. They never asked how I was. My head hurt for a week. I remember it vividly.

I remember every time you left. I remember the expression on your face. I remember in 2010 parting on the bridge near your house after walking you home from school. You led me around by the hand before, we stopped by that Christian bookstore. I remember 2011 outside of the cafe, lending you my jacket. Your parents came and you hugged me goodbye. Again, outside the school, you told me you didn’t love me and we walked away. I remember you messaging me a year and a half later, after you had told me we’d never speak again, and you left again. I remember that open mic in 2013, and sitting in the empty room across from you trying so fucking hard to not fall apart. I remember seeing you in line for brand new with him. I told you I didn’t, but I did. I remember hiding outside alone with Scotty and chain smoking through half their set just hoping I wouldn’t see you. I remember 2014 and that small cafe near your college dorm, the shape of it all. Not being able to bring myself to talk to you face to face the first time there, and hugging you goodbye the next time. I remember 2016 when you sat down for tea at my work with your friend, and how you left and came back in pretending you forgot to buy that grapefruit soda. All the endless nights we talked, the photos of half eaten food on the shelves at the grocery store where you worked. The nights where it was just us after hours, just sitting there talking. I remember the Valentine’s Day cars I made for you, telling you that I would be there for you no matter what. I remember the little fox finger puppet I saw in knapps and had to buy immediately because I thought it would make you smile. I remember giving it to you the night you hugged me goodbye again. The next and last time you came back, you were home for two months before you said a word to me. You said you were afraid. I never stopped being afraid. It took everything in me to meet your family. Trying to help Eli get the training wheels on his new bike, or tune his new guitar. Going to Joie’s birthday party and meeting your parents again after years. Spending thanksgiving and Christmas surrounded by your family. Introducing you to mine, the first time I had brought anyone home since 2012. I was slowly falling apart along with everything else in my life but you, for the first time. I didn’t know if I’d end up homeless, Most of my friends were gone. I shrank into myself. I remember you telling me you weren’t happy on the floor of my room. I remember you telling me you felt alone, and the tire tracks in the snow from the last time you left. I remember the silence that followed. I remember the night I tried calling you three times after not hearing from you for a week, and the desperation I felt for you to just once come back when I needed you to and it wasn’t just for yourself. I remember the three nights that followed in the hospital, and reading through the copy of Mother Night that Jason had given me a few months before he passed, three times in a row. I remember the winter breeze through those old metal barred windows, and the view of the playground. I remember apologizing, and explaining what I’ve been going through the best I could. I remember the distance you put between us, and how much I just needed you here, and to really hear me just once. I remember how easy it was for you to leave and let go, because it always has been for you. Because it’s what you do. I remember giving my whole heart to a girl who always put me second. Who, whenever things weren’t easy or perfect, gave up and left. I remember being terrified of constantly losing someone I cared so much about.

Most of all, I remember being too afraid to speak about any of it, or show how I felt. Because I’m always scared. Of my own head, of the world, of not being good enough. Fear is what I know. People leaving is what I know. Being hurt is all I’ve ever known.

Self isolation is eating away at me right now, because for the first time in my life I’m trying to know self care, and I’m trying to know what being happy could really mean. It feels like the world could end any day. Hopefully someone can see this and feel less alone in whatever they’re going through. The world is an especially scary place right now, but no one has to be alone. Not through this or anything else.

[glamrockmonarch]

ok official request for u to tell us all the history or timeline u have in ur head of what goes down w current bri n rog that leaves them single like I'd rly like to kno what happened to sarina n anita n how the taylors n May's react to their dads having young new wives or gfs n them having kids (I'm sorry I dont mean to hound) but mostly about sarina n anita I'd be fascinated by what storyline u have about what happens to them,, I lov ur work btw adore ur blog take ur time tho tysm 4 ur work!!!

Alright, so I have already done this for Roger and for Brian with their respective so’s.

But since you wanna know about their families I will do it again and it might be a bit different (cause I want to make it that way): 

ROGER: 

You getting together with Rog was a big deal only in your heads, Roger was concerned because he had ended things with Sarina after meeting you and it was no secret among his children that you two had great chemistry - Lola went as far as to point out to her sisters and brothers that you did not even need money or attention, so your relationship with their father could not be something out of interest. 

When you and Roger finally happened it was a bit chaotic, you had not intended on going fast with him, the two of you tried to keep things on the down low and you would never be each other’s date at events - even if you were attending the same party. It was difficult for you to let people know you were together because of the age gap and the fact that Roger did divorce his wife because of you - Sarina was not happy to be pushed away by a man she trusted and loved so much, although since they did not have children together it was somewhat an easier separation for the drummer from his previous ones. For his children, it was too, even though the British press had the time of their lives destroying you on the regular, Roger’s kids were supportive of their father no matter what. Which meant that they had your back.

It was great having this kind of support, and since you worked on PR you would always lend them a hand where needed, of course, Roger loved to see how you had a more normal job and still remained relatable to his kids. Especially helping out Rufus and Lily with their social media accounts. 

It took you about three months to be living together and after that only a year to be married. Undoubtedly, you were going at quite fast, not wanting to spend any time, you got to know each other to perfection, Roger taught you about cars and music, he challenged you intellectually, which most people would not know: he was well informed of the political issues worldwide and you sometimes found yourself having arguments about something you read on the newspaper earlier. 

Having children was not exactly on the plans, you did not intend on getting pregnant during your second year together...this scared you as much as telling his children about the relationship had scared you before, with the difference that now Roger seemed to go pale at the sound of the words that came out of your mouth. 

“Pregnant!” Roger’s eyes were blown wide as he stared at you, half-hoping it was a joke. 

“Due in March, love!” You tried to give him an honest smile, but it did not reach the corners of your eyes as it should have. 

The thing was, this baby was not planned...still, Roger was not mad, how could he be? You were young, smart and gorgeous! But most of all, you were scared - he could tell. Roger was scared too, but at least he had already taken care of his other children, he knew how to do to at least half-ass the parenthood thing. You did not. Then came the topic of the press. God, they would judge him so badly for having a child at his age... and what about his grown-up children? 

Rufus was pissed. Not pissed at you, he was simply mad knowing that Roger told him last. The first to hear the news was Rory because Roger needed to vent to someone, this happened to be his eldest daughter, who listened and then shot her father back with a simple “so what?” She showed her father support and comfort, encouraging him by telling him what a great father he had always been, even through his separations all of his children always knew that things would be alright because Roger remained close to all of them, never leaving them and never turning his back on them. Rog felt a lot better, which translated into you feeling a lot less scared since your husband was so positive and supportive. When you decided on telling his children about your pregnancy half of them already knew, and they were all happy for their father, enthused by the thought of a new family member to have fun with in the future. 

BRIAN:

THE WORLD WAS COMING TO AN END THE DAY BRIAN AND ANITA SPLIT UP. Anita was simply not into Brian’s self-doubt, she was old, yeah...but she was also so full of energy! She just wanted to keep performing and her husband obviously craved for his wife to be home with him when the days were rough and the nights rough. So, yeah...Brian was left single again. And the man does not know how to be alone, he is bad at it. He needs someone to rely on, someone to share his busy thoughts with and someone to listen to when he is being too stubborn to make sense of anything but his own patronizing ideas. 

Lucky for Brian, you were in town. You met at the studio while he was working on the guitar version of 20th Century Fox Fanfare, he was on the studio for not too long but while he was there you were told to remain in the mixing booth in case the musician needed anything. Of course, working the job of an assistant was not what you intended for when you took the internship at Universal Music, but it paid some money you needed and it also got you a chance at learning a little bit more about music production. 

Brian was a gentle giant, you learnt that first time you met, and while you did not expect much more than that first time meeting you were pleased to see him again after the highly publicized separation from his wife. You did not intend on being flirty, though Brian was no twelve-year-old boy and he caught on to your hair flipping and nervous laughter. He took his chance as he saw it approach with every step he took towards the exit door at Universal, and you were pleased to hear him say he would love to have you drink tea with him sometime. The rest was history. 

You became an item, although not too fast as Roger had done with his girlfriend... no, no, no. You went at it slow and methodically, as one would do when one follows the scientific method. 

Observation. You were possibly opposites in many areas, personality wise the two of you got along, curious and creative, you hated to be proved wrong but loved to hear good reasoning. You had scientific training too, but you pursued a different career path than originally intended. With a degree in Chemistry, you were a good rival to Brian’s rhetoric. 

Hypothesis. Brian was falling in love with you at the same exact rate you were falling for him, even as you probably should not you would always try to follow him in his adventures into the farms when he worked on his environmental projects. Saving badgers was nothing that concerned you too badly, but you took interest in it after watching Brian and Anne take care of a couple of them. Animals seemed to become something you loved. 

Experiment. Telling his children about you. Uh...that was one of the ugliest diners you have ever attended. There was yelling, there was crying and sadly some of it came from you too. His daughters were not having it when you told them about your relationship, and it got worse when Ruth saw the ring already lying on your finger. 

Things were tense with his children for the whole of six months while you planned your wedding, the only moment when it softened was after the actual event when it was more than clear to everyone around that your and Brian were meant to be, each of you giving equally dorky and adorable speeches at the beginning of the reception.

It was also hard for Brian’s kids to come to grips with the fact that they were going to have a little half-brother or sister soon once you announced your pregnancy plans to them. Brian was aware that you wanted children from the moment you got together, and who was he to keep you from having them? Of course, compromises were made and you agreed on having a single baby together was only for the best. Ruth, Jimmy, and Louisa were reluctant to accept this new addition to their family, but once your baby boy was born, the storm seemed to clear off. The May children were astounded at the sight of the little man, all of them looking incredulous as the baby shared a huge resemblance to Brian - therefore to them. 

“Is that a curl?” Ruth wondered, glancing down at her own curls while Brian laughed. 

Of course, the boy had the darkest scarce hair on his head, but there did seem to be some waves already twisting whatever few hairs there were...

#anon #asks #brian may concept #present day stuff #present day roger x reader #present day roger x young reader #present day brian may #present day brian may x reader #present day brian may x young reader

[talesfromthefade]

Not sure if this is quite silly enough to completely fulfill your prompt, but there are some moments of laughter and light-heartedness amidst the rest and this is where the prompt of paint took me. Hope you enjoy! :) Neva Lavellan x Solas (College/Uni AU), for @dadrunkwriting @ladylike-foxes & @contreparry

“You know, I was doing just fine before you came over,” Neva interjects. Solas hums in acknowledgment as he finishes setting up the new paint tray and dips his roller into the bucket. “I was,” she insists huffily.

“Well, now you won’t have to spend all night on it,” he offers politely, brushing over a yet untouched patch of wall. Neva scowls. He’s right, of course. He often is, but she’ll be damned if she wants to admit as much. This day has been absolutely terrible, one thing after another, after another, and there’s that familiar itch to vent it somehow, to shout or take it out on someone. As usual, Solas isn’t going to rise to the bait. Normally she’d find her way to the rink, skate until she’s dead on her feet, except she needs to get this painting done if she wants to get her safety deposit back when she’s out at the end of the month. Drinking wouldn’t actually help with much, especially her 8am class tomorrow, but the half-empty bottle of Jack in the cabinet has certainly been tempting.

“Have you found a new place yet?”

“No,” Neva replies, scowling again. “The last interview they didn’t come right out and say so, but they weren’t nearly so keen after they saw my ears.” Solas nods sympathetically, frowning slightly. He doesn’t bother to say how wrong or illegal that is, or fill the air between them with the sort of useless platitudes any of her peers might, so maybe having him here isn’t all bad… “I’ll find something.” Neva isn’t sure whether the words are more for his or her own benefit, and dips her roller a little too vigorously into the paint tin, splashing a few drops on the tarp and the tops of her shoes.

“The paint is meant to be for the walls, Lethallan,” Solas teases with a twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Neva steps back onto her stool and runs the roller over the top of his perfectly smooth head. When he doesn’t immediately shout at her, she lets herself laugh as she admires her handiwork. He smiles. No doubt it will be more of an effort to remove it later after it dries, but Solas makes no moves for any of the rags on the floor to wipe it off.

“I can’t go back,” Neva says finally, picking up the roller and returning to the wall once more, worrying the inside of her lip. She could. Technically. Deshanna has never once said or given any indication that she wouldn’t be welcome back any time, but the very thought makes her stomach turn. She’d been… tolerated at best, because of her talents and scholastic aptitude, her successes lauded only as a reflection of her excellent tutelage rather than any skill or efforts on her part, and always second to their golden-haired child. She’d left angry, determined, and she still is. “I won’t,” she corrects herself. “I’ll find something, some way of making it work.”

“You could stay with me,” Solas offers, not looking up from the new section of wall he’s begun going over. “Until you were able to find something else.”

“I’d drive you nuts,” Neva laughs, absently dropping her arm in her surprise and painting a stripe on the hideous and far too large coveralls she picked up from a local thrift store for the project.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Inside of a week.” Solas shakes his head, and Neva forces herself to replace her roller in her tray before she makes any more mess with it. “You’re serious. Can you even do that?”

“Why not?”

“I’m a student, for one.”

“Not one of mine,” Solas replies cooly, though he finally stops to put his own roller down and turn to face her. “Any other objections?”

“I- What do you get out of it?”

“A break on the rent,” he suggests. When she continues to look wary and nonplussed, he adds, “I don’t expect anything else to change between us. Now isn’t the moment to say how much I would enjoy the opportunity of seeing and spending more time with you,” he continues with a wry smile, “but I don’t think I’ve made much of a secret of it.”

“I was thinking of leaving,” he admits, “taking a sabbatical, at least, but I wasn’t altogether invested in coming back. Every year fewer students have any interest in taking the upper-level classes, more and more try to plagiarize and coast through my 101.”

“If you try to tell me that knocking you down on my skates because I was late for work-” Neva interrupts shaking her head, but Solas just laughs.

“That was just the first time you knocked me down. You were a mystery. You still are,” he smiles appreciatively. “But you were right to call me out like you did. I never set out to become a teacher, exactly, but over the years I’d allowed it to become too tightly focused on the prestige and respect of the position, when that started to fade, so too did my enthusiasm for it and any efforts I made towards it. It was a passion for learning that drew me to academics. I’d forgotten. You helped me to remember that. And perhaps to appreciate there are other worthwhile things outside of it as well.”

“Like what?”

“Roller derby,” Solas replies straight-faced, before chuckling at her disbelief. “You’re right to be skeptical, I can’t say as you should expect me to join you anytime soon. But as you were fishing for compliments, allow me to say that I appreciate your skills and seeing your indomitable focus at work.” Neva means to say something to defend herself against his accusation that she was deliberately trying to pull a compliment or two out of him, but the praise that he offers is so matter-a-fact and unexpectedly smooth, she can’t seem to keep hold of her thoughts.

“Indomitable focus?”

“Presumably. I have yet to see it dominated. I imagine the sight would be… fascinating.” Fuck, Neva thinks, clenching her thighs a little tighter together as warmth and a dull throb of want begins blossoming between. Why on Earth does he have to say things like that? In that damned smooth as silk voice. And when she’s wearing the least sexy clothes imaginable.

“Do you imagine students often?” For a moment Neva wants to take the words back as soon as they’ve left her mouth, which isn’t like her. She always says exactly what’s on her mind. It’s one of the things most people love or hate about her. And she’s certainly never been one to feel guilty or apologize for doing so. This question, though, carries an unexpected weight she’s still trying to get used to. It matters, how he answers. He’s a power over her she never expected or meant to give him, to give anyone. He can’t break her heart yet, but he could certainly disappoint her. A great deal, depending on his response.

“No,” he replies firmly. “I don’t.”

“Do you imagine me often?”

“Frequently.” Neva doesn’t wait for another opening, diving forward off of her stool and into him with such force it’s a wonder she doesn’t knock the both of them down to the floor as her lips meet his in a fiery kiss. He catches her instead, lifting her up in his arms and encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. Fingers fly to grip and pull him closer before she pulls back with a hearty laugh, showing him her now paint-covered digits. Solas smiles, shaking his head, before pulling her back down for another kiss.

There’s some azure paint encircling his wrist that peeks out now and again from beneath the cuff of Professor Solas’s shirt the following morning as he writes on his chalkboards- something resembling a small hand that gripped and tugged him back to a nearly boxed up room and a small but comfortable bed- and an only just concealed smile every time he catches sight of it.

#dadrunkwriting #solavellan #solas #lavellan #college au #contreparry #ladylike-foxes #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #dragon age #tales:neva

[tf-tmnt]

Fallin. Rodimus x Reader pt.2

The lights shun brightly over head. There was a constant light whirling of fans. I was laying on top of something warm. really warm. I slowly open my eyes, squinting till my head got used to the bright lights. I look around remembering where I was at. I'm on the lost light...In Rodimus' berth..Sleeping..on top. of. him.....holy shit.

I sit up quickly, but gently. I look up towards his face from where I sat on his chest. His optics closed, venting, or breathing quite. that's what that fan sound was..is he. Snoring? Is that what a cybertronian snore sounds like, because that's adorable.  I study his face plates for a moment. the way his chin and jaw was sculpted perfectly, his eye brow scrunched up like he was having a bad dream, his mouth a flat line. I should be ashamed of it. for being attracted to this. this "Thing" as other people would put it. but, in my eyes, he's as human as anyone else I know, if not more human. He has feeling, emotions, he's living like the rest of us, so what if he's a bit bigger than me, or another species. I can like who ever the hell I want. I huff at myself, getting fired up over nothing.

Rodimus lightly groaned, wiggling a small bit. He wiggled and Groaned again louder, then his optics came online. Bright Blues looking down at me. His voice was filled with sleep, and I didn't even know that was possible for a Robot.

"Oh..hey. Sorry, Did I wake you by moving?" his voice was gravely

he cleared his throat, and sat up, minding i was sitting on his chest, he moved me to his palm. I grin up at him slightly.

"How'd you recharge?" he questioned

"Um. good. What about you?" I smile back.

he chuckles. "Good, Kinda weird waking up to someone sitting on top of you though."

"Yeah, I've never thought of it like that!" I giggle back.

Then. there was a knock on the door. A soft bang to be exact.

We both look at each other before Rodimus mumbled out a "Coming." and stood up, pushing me up to his shoulder, where I could hold. It was weird being up this high, but I liked it, feeling tall. Rodimus pushed a button near the door and it slid open, revealing a little bot. A little White and Blue bot  along with a grumpy looking Cyclonus behind him. We both look down to tailgate. His voice was perky and high-pitched, but it was adorable none the less.

"Heya Rodimus! Hi Human!" he waved softly at me, which I waved back.

"Hey Tailgate..whatca needing?" Rodimus leaned against the door frame slightly, making me push into the side of his neck cables and helm.

"Oh, I was just coming to meet the human, I've never seen one! I've heard so much about them from the war, I just wanted to talk to you guys..and introduce you to Cyc, cause he isn't much for making new friends." He explained looking back at Cyclonus, who just groaned, with an annoyed look on his face, but lifted his servo and waved softly. I, again, wave back.

Talking to them both sounded amazing, I could learn all about their adventures, and I can meet the other bots as well, this is like a fan girls dreams come true

"Well, we can sit around somewhere and you can ask me all the questions you want, how's that sound?" I offer, smiled down at the giddy mini bot.

His visor scrunched up with happiness. "Really?!"

I chuckle at his child like personality. "Yeah, sure!"

"We could go to Swerve's.." Rodimus suggested.

While I didn't mind all four of us going, I didn't want to stop anyone from doing their job on the lost light, and knowing Rodimus, this was just an excuse to not have to do work.

"Are you all sure? I mean, I don't want to take ya'll away from your jobs." I looked down a bit shy.

Tailgate cocked his head to the side, Rodimus, turned his head towards me in confusion.

"What was that!?" Tailgate pointed at me. I  furrow my brow in confusion.

"What was what?" Not realizing what I had even done.

"That thing with your voice!" Rodimus said, pulling me off his shoulder and into his palm so that he could look at me, face to face. what the heck had happened to my voice? I didn't do anything. and then it hit me.

"ooh. you mean my accent? my country accent?" I questioned, trying to confirm what had spooked them.

"Whatever it was..it happened when you said 'ya'll'" Tailgate walked up towards Rodimus' hands, trying to be face to face.

Tailgate was a bit too short, since Rodimus was holding me to his own face, Cyclonus took it upon himself to help Tailgate. before gate could protest, Cyclonus had grabbed him and put him on his shoulders. Tailgate just huffed from above us.

I looked up slightly to see his face. "Yeah, I kinda have a bit of a country accent.. I don't really like it much.."

"Well, I think its cool." Rodimus chimed in.

"Yeah! me too!" Tailgate smiled down, leaning, and almost falling off of Cyclonus' shoulders, Cyc, grabbed onto his legs, balancing him, while also grunting in agreement with the others.

"Are we ready to go to Swerves? Might want to leave before Someone comes looking for the human." No one needed ask as to who Cyclonus was referring to, everyone knew how Ultra Magnus was about new people on the ship, me being a human probably only heightened his fears, of either what i might do or what bots might do to me, no doubt he will probably have an announcement about me, and to tell bots to 'watch where they step'

I nod my head yes, and others blurt of their response. Before I even realized it, Rodimus had stared walking, pushing his hand to his chest, in a way I guess he was making sure I wouldn't fall. I sat quietly, watching as Tailgate and Cyclonus walked in front of us, Tailgate, still happily sat atop his shoulders, Cyclonus barely paying any attention that he was even there. The colors of different bots blurred past, alone with the dull metal pipes of the ship down some long hallways. Soon enough, we slowed to a stop in from of a brightly lit neon sign that said "Swerve's Bar" written in big bold letters, along with a huge picture of swerves face. That Dork of a mini bot had his own face put on a sign.

"Here we are. The only likable place on this ship, besides my berth of course." Rodimus joked, as he walked through the door and to a back table. the place was booming to say the least, chatter was everywhere, and the Bar was completely full, bots chugging glassing of high grade, though I can't say I blame them, I mean what else is there to do on this ship, and with the shit they deal with? Hell, I'd need a Drink every 10 minutes. The table the boys had picked was in the back of the bar, a circular table, Tailgate, and Cyclonus were already sat down, Gate now off of his shoulders. Rodimus gentle sat me on top of the table, while also squeezing into the booth, which wasn't that difficult considering it could seat 8 bots, 10 if you really tried.

"So, what was earth like? What type of animals did you have? what about weather, I heard you get a bunch of different things." Tailgate blurted a few questions out.

I chuckle before responding. "Um, well where I was from we had tons of forest life, wolves, deer, elk, rabbits, foxes, and we had birds, and bugs, similar to cybertronian,but fleshy, or scaly." he let out a few 'oohs' as I continued, " The weather always changed, one day it would rain, the next, the sun would shine bright above us, in the winter snow would fall, the best way I can describe it, is like tiny flakes of cool white ice, slowly falling onto the ground, covering the grass in a thick blanket." I sat looking off remembering my house, cuddled with my dogs in the winter. "Wait, I actually might have a picture, hang on." I dug through my pockets, hoping, no, praying that I had my phone on me, or that it hadn't fallen out somewhere when I had fell. I checked my left pocket, nothing but that stupid necklace..which I need to pry Ratchet about.  I root through my right pocket, when I hit a small rectangle. ah! got it. now to see if it has power. I whip it out of my pocket and press the power button, making the screen glow bright. the time had read 1:00 pm, my battery somehow at 90 percent.

"What in primus is that?!" Tailgate see amazing by my phone, leaning his head on the table so he could see it closer.

Rodimus rolled his eyes. "Guess humans still have primitive technology.."

I scoff at him. "Excuse you! I'm sorry that we all can't be giant robots that have internet inside their heads!"

"pssh, not my fault you're all squishy and your processor is bad."

I sigh loudly, not wanting to argue over something this stupid. "Whatever..anyways."

"Its a phone, us human's use it to use the internet and to entertain ourselves."

Tailgate stares at it with wonder.

"Anyways, I was gonna show you a picture of the snow." I open the pictures and scroll till i find the perfect one.

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