#it wasn't anything particularly special but I just felt so at peace in that one moment

[lumi-nescentt]

Heaven Is A Place On Earth With You

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: slight sexual joke at some point

Words: 1.8k

Summary: The Max everyone knows is a lot different from the Max he is behind closed doors. That's even truer when he hasn't seen you in a while and all he wants is to spend time doing nothing with his girl.

A/N: I'm procrastinating for my finals so I'm going to try to finish all the WIP I currently have :) hope you like max being hopelessly in love bc that's what you're getting here

Max was known for being blunt, sometimes rough which on track made him almost unstoppable. However, the Max you knew was way different. He treated you with such care and delicacy, it was sickeningly sweet. From the moment you two had started dating, he had done his best to show you that he wasn't what the rest of the world portrayed him to be. That he was worthy of the affection you felt for him.

Slow mornings with Max were your favourite moments. He always woke up before you but he never dared to leave the bed before you wanted to. He didn’t particularly liked laying around but there was something about being close to you that made him want to stay there forever. You looked so peaceful cuddled up against him, he wouldn’t have dared to wake you up anyway. He much preferred admiring you until you woke up and he could finally talk to you.

When your eyes started fluttering awake, the first thing you were aware of was the arm around your waist. Max's hand was on your naked back, keeping you as close to him as possible. The weight of it was comforting and it was always the first thing you noticed when he came back late at night while you were already asleep, from races you couldn’t have gone to. You liked knowing that even when he was exhausted from all the travelling, he still took the time to nestle your body against his before falling asleep with you between his arms. 

As soon as he realised you were awake, Max started peppering the side of your face with kisses which made you giggle and look up at him. There was something really special about the look you gave your boyfriend when you were slowly coming back to reality that he loved. It always looked as if you were falling back in love with him all over again in a matter of seconds. You had the softest look on your face and as far as heart eyes went, yours were probably the most intense someone ever had until Max looked at you with the same intensity and his entire face lit up, his eyes twinkling with pure adoration before he broke the silence and finally spoke.

-" Good morning schatje" he greeted you with a kiss on your forehead

-" Hi Maxie" you mumbled, still sleepy

-" Did you sleep well ?"

-" I alway sleep well when you're here so yes. How about you ?"

-" Great, I had the best human heater next to me."

-" Do you have anything planned today ?"

-" Nope, I'm all yours. Did you want to do anything special ?"

-" Just wanted to stay with you."

-" Do you want me to make breakfast and then we can go walk on the beach ?"

-" That sounds good."

-" Lets go then." Max said, trying to stand up from the bed but you had moved your body half on top of him

-" Schatje, if you want breakfast you're gonna have to get off me."

-" I thought you liked me on top ?" you winked, making the Dutch man blush

-" I do but I also like you alive and well fed so hop off please."

With a groan, you turned on your side, liberating Max who stood up. He tried to convince you to follow him in the kitchen but you needed a few more minutes so after kissing your forehead, Max went to cook breakfast alone. He didn’t mind doing it on his own. Taking care of you when he was here was one of his favourite things to do just to see you smile at him and have you kiss his cheek as a thank you. It was all worth it for your reaction alone. 

Five minutes later, Max felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and your face pressing against his back. He still hadn’t put a shirt back on after sleeping in boxers all night. He never wore much to bed since you were always warm enough for him to sleep almost naked and not freeze. So when you pressed small kisses against his shoulder blades, he almost let go of the coffee cup he was holding, your breath tickling his skin. 

-“ Behave please, schatje.” Max smiled, patting your hands that were resting on his stomach

-“ ‘m not doing anything.” you answered, tightening your grip around him

-“ Not yet but I know you might try something so if you want to eat decent food please wait until I set everything on the table.” 

-“ Can’t promise anything.” Max laughed at your answer before going back to what he was doing. 

Since you had moved in with him, Max found out that he actually didn’t hate slowing down for a bit and enjoying the little things. He just never had someone he loved to do it with until you came along. Now, he loved just hanging around in the apartment, bodies dancing around each other in the kitchen when you were both doing your own thing but still enjoying each other’s presence. He found solace in doing the most mundane things with you. He wouldn’t dare to say it out loud but as long as you were together, everything felt like an adventure. 

Enjoying breakfast together while looking out the balcony was a great way to start the day according to him, maybe even his favourite. You were apparently in a good mood too judging by how playful you were being, stealing bits from his plate with a grin and teasingly nudging his shoulder with yours. If it had been anyone else, Max would have protested a little but there was not much he would get angry at you for so he let it slide, stealing something back for good measure. 

He could have completely forgotten about the walk on the beach he had promised if you hadn’t rushed to get ready as soon as you had finished eating. He followed you with a laugh, trying not to blush at the sight of you in a pretty sundress with your hair falling down your shoulders. You looked radiant with joy and it suited you all too well. Max was glad his actions made you feel this way. In fact, he wasn’t just glad, no. Max was proud to be able to make you happy in a way no one else did because if at first he hadn’t thought himself capable of fully giving you the love he thought you deserved, he now knew that you wanted whatever he was willing and capable of giving you. 

You were more than content with the amount of love you received from your boyfriend and you made sure to make it known and to return the attention because despite his tough exterior, you had been around the Dutchman for long enough to know that there was nothing that touched him more than being loved openly and freely, without conditions. 

The car ride to the beach was spent in comfortable silence, Max’s hand on your thigh as you looked out the window, feeling the wind caress your face. Max tried to steal a few glances your way while he drove but his eyes never stayed long. He was way too careful when he was the one responsible for your well-being. You had tried teasing him about it to make him relax but he was adamant that as your boyfriend, he had to make sure you were as safe as possible. 

You couldn’t really argue with that so you let him be, knowing that as soon as he’d be done driving, you’d be able to play around again. So the moment the car was finally parked, you were bolting out the door, screaming that the last one in the water would be a terrible loser. It didn’t take long for Max’s brain to compute but by the time he started running, you already had a good lead.

However, you hadn’t considered the fact your boyfriend was a literal athlete and that his cardio was considerably better than yours. Before you could even reach the water, Max had catched up to you and effortlessly picked you up, still going towards the sea with a grin on his face. 

-“ Please Max, put me down. Don’t throw me in.” you screeched as he kept jogging lightly

-“ You should have thought about that when you cheated, you little minx.” Max responded, poking your side with his finger as you laughed 

-“ But I had to, otherwise I had no chance of winning. You’re too quick for me, Mr. World Champion” 

-“ Flattery won’t get you anywhere now, schatje. It’s too late”. Max smirked before dropping you in the water, jumping right behind you as you swam further away, your boyfriend close behind

-“ I hate you so much.” you lied, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying your best to swim at the same time before Max wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing you even closer

-“ For the record, I might have let you win if you hadn’t cheated or made me watch you undress and run at the same time.” the Dutchman smiled, pecking your lips 

-“ Who said I lost ?” 

-“ You were the first one in the water, baby. That makes you the loser of your own game.” 

-“ Maybe it was my plan all along…”

-“ y/n, you’re the sorest loser I know. There’s no way you’d plan to lose.”

-“ Well, I don’t care. I’m in your arms right now and we’re at this beautiful empty beach. I intend to make the most of this situation I definitely planned for and kiss you until you get sick of it.”

-“ Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Max chuckled, his whole face lighting up “ We’re going to be here for a while then because I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing you.”  

-“ Alright then, the first one to stop is a terrible loser.” you smiled with a toothy grin

-“ Schat… Are you sure you can handle another loss today ?” 

-“ Bring it on, lover boy. Less talking, more kissing.”

-“ You don’t have to ask me twice.” he mumbled before pressing his lips against yours, brushing your wet hair away from your face

Maybe you lost the first game but when a family arrived at the beach and their little boy somehow recognised your boyfriend from afar and practically screamed that Max Verstappen was here, Max had to let you go. He wasn’t a fan of PDA, even less when it was around fans but in that moment, he wished he was just to erase the smug grin on your face when he lost the stupid challenge you had set. 

Before heading over to see the boy, Max made sure to peck your lips. He bit your lower lip slightly, not missing the way your face flushed when he did before asking for a rematch when you were back home. You already loved how the day had started but now you were sure that the rest of it would be just as good, if not better. This was just another thing to add to the list of why being home together was your favourite place to be.

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[kakushino]

Relax

Tomioka Giyuu x GN! Reader

As the Water Estate's Kakushi, it was your duty to make Tomioka Giyuu's stay as comfortable as possible while he recuperates between missions.

Tags: fluff, domesticity Word count: 0,9k

AN: One of my dearest friends sent me a message one time saying "I think Giyuu would find it so relaxing when you take care of him. Let him bathe, brush his hair so gently and while he soaks in the water, you make some tea for him." Minus the tea, I think I nailed it.

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It wasn't the first time you prepared a bath for him nor was it the first time you saw him naked - though it had been entirely innocent the last time, as you wanted to help him relax by giving him a massage. It was the first time you offered to wash his hair though, and also the first time you were in the large bathtub with him - in a bathing yukata, of course. Giyuu hadn't protested, and you'd taken it as a sign of approval. 

You moved your sleeves away from your hands while preparing for it. Giyuu's hair was… a mess, a tangled mess which would need quite a long time untangling, but determination filled you anew. He spent days, weeks, years fighting demons to keep everyone safe; it was your duty, a kakushi’s duty, to support him in any way you could, even if it was as small as helping wash his exhausted body.

"I will tilt your head back now, Giyuu-sama," you murmured before you acted, keeping him nice and pliable under your hands. You had already taken off the tie which usually kept his hair back.

You used a small cup to collect the water before you carefully poured it over his hair. With gentle hands and gentler touch, you used the special hair soap your friend recommended you on the mess on Giyuu's head, trying to work it in to let it work its magic. To make the wait less tedious, you made sure to give Giyuu's scalp a massage.

The Hashira, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. It had been years since he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable in front of another person. And you? You brought him so much of that comfort he could melt under your skilled hands. A slight flush took over his cheeks, one he would blame on the hot water if you pointed it out.

As you worked through each knot and tangle loose with your fingers, you hummed a simple rhyme you learned from your father when you were young. Your fingers were sore and pruney by the time you deemed Giyuu's hair sufficiently soaked.

While washing out the hair soap, you took time to scratch him gently, eliciting a shudder that made you smile in secret. He seemed to be enjoying himself if the blush on his face and peaceful expression were anything to go by.

Once done with his hair, you used a tie to hold it up and got to washing his back gently. His skin was littered with scars of various origins, and you tried to be gentle around them, knowing the nerves can be a bit sensitive. Yet again, you made sure to scratch him lightly with your nails and knead his muscles where he accumulated the most stress of his days, particularly in the shoulder area. His sighs of content were music to your ears.

As the water gradually got lukewarm, you coaxed him out of the bath.

Your bathing yukata was thick enough to not be see-through thankfully, and he quickly put a robe of his own on while you averted your gaze. The air was thick with steam and smelled faintly of sakura blossoms.

“Giyuu-sama, please sit here,” you fetched a stool for him so you could continue the hair treatment, this time with oils to help with combing. You’d also noticed his hair was a little- okay no, very dry, and you were damned if you didn’t try your best.

You quickly found out the ends were irreparable.

“May I cut your hair, Giyuu-sama?” you whispered, trying not to break the tranquility of the bathroom. He tensed under your hands as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Just the ends.”

“Fine,” he muttered, not unkindly. 

A smile bloomed on your face and you quickly grabbed scissors from the box where you kept your bath products. You’d been meaning to cut your own ends soon, but Giyuu took precedence.

Giyuu always took precedence.

You straightened out his hair as much as you could with a boar-bristle brush and snipped away, evening out the choppy hair strands as much as you could and cutting through some of the unsalvageable knots. You continued humming the tune from before as you worked.

This kind of domestic peace was rare with your charge… and crush. You were determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

You put down the scissors when you deemed that part done; now you just had to comb out his hair.

Giyuu was so quiet you nearly didn’t hear him. 

“Thank you.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s no problem.” I enjoyed it.

It brought you joy to be able to glide through his hair smoothly now, though you knew he would go and mess it up by going to bed with wet hair the minute you released him from your clutches. An idea sparked in your mind - one which you immediately acted upon.

Starting at the nape of his neck, you weaved a simple braid into his hair, tying it off with the tie from earlier.

“All done, Giyuu-sama,” you told him and took a step back, collecting all the products and putting them away, quickly getting rid of the mess of snipped strands as the Hashira walked off. 

You wondered if he noticed, and if he did then if he liked it.

He did notice and insisted on you caring for his hair the next time he stayed at his estate again. One day, he would also offer to wash your hair, he promised himself.

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[ndjournal]

How’s your dream going?

it’s been a while since i’ve heard about you!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dearest anon, my dream is well and peaceful although I am indifferent to it either way now which is what makes it peaceful and effortless :)

I considered writing a post on my learnings but was a bit hesitant because it's just another version of an experience that's already been spoken/written about many times before and there's nothing particularly special about this one. However, since you've asked, I will share some things about my journey and what has helped me personally which might help other Vanessas/versions of me out there. Please only take what resonates, my journey is not a blueprint for all journeys however I have noticed some commonalities in truth seekers.

The biggest thing was quite literally giving up entirely. I actually wrote a post on giving up about 3 months ago when I was earlier into this 'journey' and I still agree of course with what I wrote however I would write it differently if I were to write it now (it would be a more expanded version); perhaps I will write a part 2 although this answer here can sort of be taken as a part 2. You see, this Vanessa's life was quite comfortable in general so when she started on the ND path, while she was very determined to "get it", I wasn't motivated or entirely willing to give her up. We spent a lot of time letting go of concepts and limitations (and that definitely helped later on so I'm not saying it's not helpful, do what resonates for you!) and Vanessa/the ego was becoming subtler and subtler but it was still something I held onto. There was still identification with not much motivation to give it up entirely - sure there had been desire and interest to 'materialize' things but when we gave that up too, there wasn't anything. I was still lost in Maya despite the dream not being all that captivating or enjoyable.

Then quite literally life circumstances all of a sudden threw some major curveballs and Vanessa was terrified despite all that she had learned - it felt like all knowledge had suddenly disappeared and she had absolutely nothing to hold onto. After trying various things and going round in circles trying to keep everything at bay, the only thing left that really resonated was to quite literally give up on everything - it felt like there was no other option for peace but to do so because she was so mentally exhausted and drained from caring about every single thing that it was so much more appealing to be nothing and no one, to just BE… oh just the thought of being nothing and no one was freeing.

4dbarbie's words here gave Vanessa a lot of strength and direction (although her answer there was for a new identity, I did not use it for that as it was exhausting to even think of a new identity. I just wanted to be nothing and no one, that was most peaceful)

Give UP: It is what it is and 'you' can't do anything about it. Just let it all happen, we all die one day and it's over anyway. Worrying, fearing, doubting, striving, searching, desiring - how tiring, you would much rather sleep a hundred years. No matter what, you can't force life to give you what you want. Allow everything its being and leave it alone. Expect nothing from your body or mind. Let them do whatever they want, cease caring. Literally dgaf, if life wants to beat you, just let it beat you. (Ever had a bully? They get bored when you stop reacting and they leave you alone. They may increase the strength of their punches at first, but so what? You're already getting bullied... you can do nothing about it but cease caring and let it happen.)

And also this from 4dbarbie helped me understand the indifference that I had to embody:

I did not fake a lack of disturbance, I just let things happen to 'me' painful or not, I did not try not to react, I just didn't get involved emotionally with what was going on because I was tired, completely, of both desiring and being scared. The emotions didn't interest me anymore, I became indifferent to whatever was happening, neutral. If 'I' got what I wanted, whatever, if I didn't whatever again. I didn't try to change anything, the events just passed without leaving a 'footprint', all the bad/unwanted things had no reverberations anymore, it was like they never existed. Then there comes the idea of: what if they never actually did? And you fiddle and play with that a little. It's just play because you don't really care anymore, it's a real feeling of being unaffected, it's not manufactured because you aren't trying to get anything, not even 'realization', you want nothing anymore. This detached feeling, of needing nothing - it brings a lot of power, try to at least reach that and worry about the rest later.

She knew she had to stop trying to fight life but she was afraid of what would happen if she did stop trying. Eventually she got exhausted and had nothing left. Then no longer wanting/searching/trying to make happen any particular outcome or caring anymore, just pure indifference being in the present moment with no conditions/labels/problems is what gave her peace and then things just starting to ease up on their own. Things even happening on their own with just a random thought without any particular input.

I realized all the practices that Vanessa did before the curveballs had a 'doing' intention, a 'purpose' behind them (quieting the mind, self-realization, dropping beliefs etc) while afterwards, the same 'practices' were engaged again but with the intention of just being with no labels, no agenda, just being nothing and no one and this made all the difference - when you are no longer doing anything - you are not the doer/body/ego/mind; you're just being with no identification and no longer care about anything. And the indifference here is not forced or pretend like she used to have before as a defense mechanism, its genuine true indifference and full acceptance of everything (see the second 4dbarbie excerpt above - understanding and experiencing this subtle difference will help a lot).

The reality only comes when you give up yourself, when you give up your ego, when you give up your needs, your wants, trying to make something happen, desires, when you give up trying to become self-realized, when you just give up. - Robert Adams

Life is just a giant mirror of your Self. When you stop fighting it, it will stop too. But you have to be the one to initiate it. It takes courage and faith for sure to take that leap.

It has no choice but to die. What you take to be reality is the same, take away your identification and it soon ceases to be. - 4dbarbie

It can be easy to get lost in the dream again if you get caught up in the 'materialization' aspect - it's all still a dream even if forms change. Lester also talked about this in No Attachments, No Aversions:

I knew these things were not to be latched on to. I knew that if I got interested in them, I'd stop progressing. I had seen by this time that this world is a mentation - a dream. So to get interested in the dream again through interest in powers would trap me back into what I was wanting to get out of. - Lester Levenson

Also remember these things happen on their own, it's not the ego that's doing any of this and Self doesn't 'do' - Self is just effortlessly being. There's no 'doing' involved. If there's effort, it's ego as Lester said.

Now when I read my past blog posts or read Lester or Robert, there's an entirely new level of understanding and resonance with their words from before. This excerpt from Silence of the Hearts speaks more on what I was experiencing as well.

Let go of everything. Do not hold on. Stand naked before God, without any crutches, without anything to hold on to. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they have to stand naked before God. By standing naked I mean no scripture, no fancy words, no preconceived ideas, no spiritual intellectual knowledge. - Robert Adams

Perhaps without those curveballs, Vanessa would have continued to live in the illusion like an NPC in a Sims game until something like that happened to her and forced her to completely give up on everything and stand naked before God (her Self).

A day will come when you will long for the ending of the dream with all your heart and mind, and be willing to pay any price; the price will be dispassion and detachment and the loss of interest in the dream itself. Once you have seen that you are dreaming, you shall wake up. - Nisargadatta Maharaj

Now I know all happens by itself and I am just witness to it all. To all Vanessas out there, I know you got this. Follow your heart and trust in what resonates! And remember not to compare yourself to others, we are all One. Everything will be okay 💜💜💜

#applied #submissions

[calypso707]

Hey hey could I maybe request gn!Changeling Tav? I was so disappointed I couldn’t play one in the game lololol

I think it's a good idea, I was inspired by the mirror scene with Astarion when I wrote it! Enjoy! ♥♥

OS - Astarion x Gn changeling reader : I see you.

You were a changeling, a very rare creature, of which there were very few in all of Faêrun. The few that survived became monsters or were used against their will as cunning spies, political envoys or assassins. Your past had constantly been punctuated by abuse, manipulation, torture and experiments of all kinds. You had done things that still haunt you today, under the yoke of evil masters. Until you were kidnapped by mind flayers during one of your missions. These creatures had used you and implanted a tadpole in your brain so that you could become one of them.

Luck was never on your side. That's what you thought until the Githyanki warriors attacked the ship you were on. You had miraculously survived the crash of their nautiloid, you hadn't yet turned into a purple being full of tentacles and you had made some very strange allies. In the end, now that you think about it, everything that had happened to you wasn't so bad - you'd been able to escape your twisted past. Of course, there were a few drawbacks, such as the friend who had made your brain his cosy nest and the fact that you were constantly in danger. But you preferred this new life, surrounded by loyal allies.

At first, they were sceptical about the idea of having a shapeshifter around, but your ability had proved very useful on several occasions. You were able to use it to manipulate and trick your enemies, something you knew how to do so well. But there was no point in fooling yourself, your past was going to catch up with you, one way or another. Either way, you didn't want to think about it now. You wanted some peace. You took a few minutes to wash yourself in the river, to get rid of the smell of blood and goblins that was sticking to your skin. You sat by the campfire to warm up, as the night air was particularly cool this evening. You continued to blot your hair with a clean cloth, your gaze lost in the ballet of flames before your eyes. It was quite late, and everyone had gone back to their usual activities: Shadowheart was meditating, Lae'zel was sharpening her blade to better slice through her enemies, Wyll was enjoying a fine wine, Gayle was practising his magic, and Karlach was lying on her straw mattress admiring the stars.

Your gaze lingered on Scratch, who was running around the camp with a bone in his mouth. You smiled at the animal's carefree attitude: he had lost his master but had found another home, and he seemed to enjoy it. He walked past Astarion's tent who was standing with his back to you, you could just see that he had a mirror in his hand. It was the first time you'd seen him with anything other than an old manuscript in his hands. A special bond had developed between you thanks to a common thread: your crooked past. You hadn't told him very much about your life before though. You were similar, two beings broken by their master. The only difference between you was perhaps his appetite for blood. You finally got up and approached him, curiously.

"Are you looking at something?" questioned the vampire.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Another disadvantage of my condition, the lack of reflection."

"Do you miss it? Seeing your face?" you questioned. And what a question, of course he must miss it. You were about to add something but Astarion answered anyway.

"Do I miss looking at my reflection out of sheer vanity? Of course I miss it. I haven't seen my new face since my eyes turned red and I grew fangs."

"What colour were they before?" you asked.

"I.. I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just a dark shape in my past now. Another thing I've lost." He spat before throwing the mirror to the ground, shattering it.

When the object hit the floor, you flinched slightly. You felt guilty for having brought back painful memories. You wanted to make up for it. You looked at him for a long time, squinted your eyes and took a step towards him. You learnt the contours of his ivory face by heart, the smallest detail to engrave it forever in your memory. You scrutinised his carmine eyes, which had the power to pierce any being, the slight wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that became more obvious when he smiled, laughed or got angry. His light hair that fell gracefully around his pointed ears, in pretty curls. His lips, slightly pink, on which you had placed countless kisses.

"What?" said Astarion, not understanding why you were watching him like that.

"I see you." you replied, looking at him.

"And tell me, what exactly do you see?"

"I'll show you," you said simply. "Close your eyes"

"What?"

"Shut up and close your eyes," you sighed.

Astarion looked at you, hesitant at first before finally closing his eyes. You didn't like it when your companions watched you transform, because it wasn't pleasant to watch in the first place, and on top of that, it was painful for you to change shape. You could feel your bones growing, your skin stretching, you could feel all the changes taking place in your body. But you were prepared to endure this discomfort to give Astarion comfort. And so you took on his appearance. You finally cleared your throat to get the vampire's attention, and he finally opened his eyes. He seemed surprised at first, deeply surprised and disturbed by what he had in front of him. His exact copy. He was so confused that he didn't know how to react.

"It's… Is it me?" said the former magistrate at last. "Is that what you see, every day?"

"Yes."

Astarion was examining you meticulously and he finally approached you, examining every detail of your face. Or rather his face. You could see the pain in his eyes, but also the gratitude. He was recapturing something he'd lost two centuries ago, seeing himself again for the first time. You could feel that your power was going to dissipate very soon due to fatigue, but you wanted to try and hold on. For his sake. He deserved it. He raised his hand to touch the white curls on your head but finally pulled back after a few long seconds and turned his head away, looking… So vulnerable. You shook your head to dispel your power and regain your appearance, and you came to regret your action.

"I'm sorry. That was inappropriate, maybe I shouldn't have…"

"No, no. It was a nice gift you gave me," Astarion said finally. "It simply reminded me of what I really am, a miserable spawn."

You could hear the pain in his voice and you moved closer, grabbing his face between your hands so that he would look at you, which he finally did. He wasn't a miserable spawn, he was a prisoner of his twisted past, he was still suffering from the abuses he had experienced, but he was more than just a spawn. He was an ally, a friend, a lover, and you wanted to cherish and spoil him until your heart stopped beating. You wanted him to see himself as you saw him.

"You are much more than what Cazador made you. You don't have to pay the price for your past, you're free now." you say, without taking your eyes off him. "You are Astarion, amateur of art, literature and old brandy. You are quick-witted, mischievous and impertinent, eloquent and incredibly charming. All these things define you more than your red eyes and fangs. And I'd like you to know how grateful I am to have you by my side."

Astarion looked at you, astonished by your words. He had let his guard down, in front of you, once again. He had allowed himself to do it, and every time you saw him like that, so vulnerable, your heart was writhing in your chest with pain. He was good at hiding his feelings, but with you he showed himself as he really was. A deeply broken soul trying to forget the weight of his past. The vampire wrapped his hand around your wrist, smiling slightly.

"I think I can live without mirrors. Besides, seeing yourself through someone else's eyes isn't so bad." replied Astarion. "Seeing myself through your eyes is enough for me"

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Thank you for reading it, feel free to check out my other writings on Astarion! ♥︎♥︎

Astarion x gn reader : On your skin (pt 1)

Astarion x gn reader : A thousand thanks

Astarion x gn reader : No place for love

Fic : Astarion x Fem! bard Tav : Fruit of the Poisonned Tree

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion vampire #astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate #bg3 tav #astarion x you #astarion x gn reader #astarion x dark urge #astarion my beloved #baldurs gate tav #bg3 companions #astarion spawn

[shmolish]

AN: IM OUT HERE SIMPING FOR ANYTHING THAT BREATHES. anyway ♡

BUT OMG, EHEHEHEHEB 🤭

Longan Dragon x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: just fluff

-Falling in love-

A cool spring breeze flows throughout a flowery medow, causing the grass to sway. Resting in the middle of the field were the Ivory Dragon and yourself.

Quite the rare scene indeed, since getting Longan dragon to agree to something as trivial as making flower crowns is a very difficult thing to manage.

They themself had wondered why they agreed to it. There was nothing particularly special about the day; you had just randomly asked if they'd like to make the things with you.

And despite that, they couldn't bring themself to say no.

So here the two of you were: sitting in a large, open field as you taught Longan how to make flower crowns.

"And just like this-" you held up the end result and showed it to them. "Ta-da!" A bright smile was on your face.

Longan would continue giving you that cold, emotionless stare they always had on their face. If you hadn't known them well, you'd think they were uninterested.

But of course, if Longan saw this as a waste of time, they would have said so already.

You leaned towards them, carefully placing the now complete flower crown atop their head.

If it were anyone else trying to get this close to them, Longan would have killed them already.

So why were you the anomaly?

You hadn't done anything to earn this dragon's respect. All you ever did was talk with them sometimes or complete small projects such as this one.

The way you treated them as if they couldn't destroy you at any second... How content you always were.

It was so naive... yet so captivating and peaceful at the same time.

It couldn't be.. had Longan developed a soft-spot for you? Had you melted this uncaring dragon's cold heart?

Your voice soon snapped them out of their daze.

"Here, you make one next!" You placed some freshly picked flowers into their hands and began to recite the steps to them.

It was easy, of course. Creating flower crowns was not something beyond the Ivory Dragon.

The thing that troubled them so much was that lingering question.

Why were you the anomaly?

How is it that after such a long time living, their ideals would eventually bend to your will?

Perhaps they should have been upset. But, they just couldn't feel that way. It was a rather odd feeling, actually, though not bad.

In fact, it was quite nice. It made them feel as if all of the flowers in the meadow shone just a little brighter.

"Oh, you're finished already?" You took the flower crown out of their hands and carefully examined it. "You're a natural at this!"

You handed the crown back to them and continued to sit peacefully.

Longan would just gaze at the object, thinking.

"You know, I really enjoy the time we spend together," You'd say randomly.

They looked up to meet your gaze. "You do? I don't think I'm very good company.." they'd respond.

"Sure you are! Why else do you think I asked you to join me today?"

Longan looked back down at the crown before placing it on your head, leaving a touch that seemed to linger for just a little too long..

A subtle blush spread across your face as you continued to smile.

It was in that moment that everything clicked for them.

Why they adored you so much, why they wanted nothing more than to be around you, and to protect you.

Why their heart beat just a bit faster around you, and why your smile had long since become one of their favorite views.

Why their ideals would bend for you, why they agreed to this rather stupid idea of making crowns out of flowers.

Why they thought of you so often, and why for the first time in a long while, they felt something other than hate.

They were falling in love, and there wasn't any way it could be undone.

Hopefully you're ready for what consequences would come from this.

#longan dragon x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #cro #longan dragon #longan dragon cookie #longan dragon fluff #cr oven break #x reader #love #fanfiction #fanfic #longan dragon cookie x reader #reader x longan dragon #longan dragon oneshot #oneshot #fluff #longan x reader #longan x reader oneshot #longan dragon cookie x reader oneshot #ldc x reader cookie run ovenbreak #crk #longan dragon cookie x you #x you #cookie run ovenbreak x you #cookie run: ovenbreak #cookie run: oven break

[harus-simp]

Late night walks

-Kamden x reader-

Warning: none, just pure fluff

Author's note: Here's a little headcanon I thought of :))

Just enjoy our pou <3

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The best way to make kamden's heart go crazy is to spend time with you, but particularly late night walks get a special place there.

Alright so Kamden and you had been going out for a while establishing a really nice and stable relationship

You guys relied on each other a lot, because communication is crucial and sexy

He felt so loved and appreciated by you he swore he could almost taste the sweetness dripping out from your words

Quality time was his favourite love language, so going on little dates was a must for him, specially indoor dates

But he also enjoyed those were you went to places not too crowded

Almost keeping you as his treasure, not wanting to expose you to the world

His favourite date was particularly late night walks through your neighbourhood

He just texted you really late, knowing well you were probably watching some series or a film

And once you were okay with him coming he was literally at your door in like 15 minutes or less, he wasn't gonna waste any time seeing his beloved one <3

So once you got ready and had put on a hoodie and a jacket properly you both went on your little adventures

You walked hand in hand in a peaceful silence, don't needing any words to describe how well it felt to be in each other's company there

You stopped in your tracks once you saw a swing and went to it immediately like a child, making kamden melt internally from cuteness

He swinged you while he just admired how you laughed almost childishly, and if there was another swing available he would also sat there and rocked himself a little

Once you got bored you just went to a bench and talked about anything that came to your mind

Actually these were your favourite talks, 3 am being the time were your brain got more creative and deep

So the conversations took another turn and left you to express yourselves in your most fred form

And you bet you were cuddling

Of course you were

He couldn't keep his hands to himself right there

Needing warmth at such late hours made you both get tangled and piece perfectly like a puzzle

You placing your head on his chest and just curling up made his heart fuzzy

He also loved to be like that because he sensed from your sudden smile that you could hear his quick heartbeat, making you see how much he loved you and how much of an effect you had on him

Yeah, these were definitely our little pou's best moments with his significant other ❤️

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#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet reactions #boys planet headcanons #boys planet x reader #na kamden #kamden #kpop

[j0rg33n]

"Badlands at night" [TF2 Sniper x GN! reader ]

Content warning: Angst/ Angst to fluff basically a oneshot where Sniper comforts you ( relationship can be read as platonic and romantic )

Word count: 921

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The clouds were carefully passing the stars on dark sky. It was peaceful night, not many unnessesry nosiess corrupting your ears most of it was just the rushing wind. Just a simple quiet night in the badlands. Except for your mind. The misery and incomprehensible of your feelings was taking up your entire mind. It was tiring to just think at this point, though there was no point in running away from it as it were so strong. I guess it's just one of those days - you thought to yourself.

As you kept tormenting yourself, you didn't notices steps coming from behind your back untill they were right next to you.

Raising your head, you saw a familiar face illuminated by the warm glow of a cigarette. It was Sniper of course, not many people roaming around here specially not at the night. You weren't sure what you should do neither had the strength to think about it, so you just nod giving him a delicate smile. He sat next to you looking at the dirt around your fingers probably from playing with the dry New Mexico's soil. 

"Pretty night hm?" He's hoarse voice broke the silence in which you surrounded yourself since few hours.

He was right, the night was alluring too bad you couldn't appreciate it completely

"very" you said letting out the air that had been gathering inside you for a long time. Mundy took a note of that. 

"at least we don't have light pollution here" you continued, slightly turning your head to him trying to sound cheerful

Taking one last drag on his cigarette he exhaled the smoke in the opposite direction them meeting your gaze again. 

"Something bothering you mate?" he said ignoring your last comment and giving you a uneasy to read fsce expression.

You can't say you didn't expect it, it was obvious that sooner or later he would bring up this topic, I guess you just didn't expect it now. 

You looked down putting a hand on your neck 

to increase the sense of comfort that you were definitely missing right now. It's never been easy for you to open up to someone. just naming and understanding what you felt was hard for you, so putting it into words was even more torturous. You kept looking down at the ground debating whenever you should keep it to yourself or maybe try to open up. Mick was a good person you didn't know him well but you could tell that just by looking at him. What if he's just asking out of pure pity though. You couldn't handle the fact that you could bother someone by venting to them, what if he's going through something he doesnt need you to crush him with your problems. 

Suddenly you felt warm touch on your shoulder, looking at him you saw marksman's uncertain eyes. He must sensed your internal fight with yourself.

"Cmon just let it out, I ain't gonna judge you"

He didn't need to say that you knew he wasn't like that. You looked at him trying to form right words. The worst part of your meltdown was that you didn't even know why you have it. Noting particularly bad happened in the last weeks so why you can't be happy.

"have.... have you ever felt bad because you feel good?.." he kept looking at you without saying anything so you panicked

"I know it may sound stupid it just that.. I was miserable for almost my whole life and since I'm working for mann.co my life had changed and I got better but I just keep going back to the past I guess the sadness is all I know and thought of pretending that all those years of miesry didn't happen and leave them just terrifies me you know? I mean so why were they for at all? I gained nothing from them, only wasted years I can't jusy forget about it" you bursed out with all your emotions and thoughts that were taking your day in attempt to explain it to him but imdiettlu regretted your words. The constant silence made you feel even more stripped form everything you wanted to burry yourself alive.

"no it's not" your overthinking was cut off by his stoic voice "Its not stupid I get what you mean.....you could say I feel like that sometimes.. sorry I needed time to process that" you felt relieved. 

"And dwelling on your past can take even more of your life.. Try focusing on the present moment and future possibilities mate" He stopped for a minute and continued " it's important to understand that the past doesn't define your entire existence, Life is always going to be a bitch you just have to accepted it" he pulled you close to him so that your bodies were touching and his warmth radiated towards you. You were kind of taken aback from his words 

"Thanks Mick that's.. actually a great advice" He Hid his face under a hat 

"don't mention it but also don't act all surprised cuz I might that that as an insult" he said we with a little chuckle.

"you know I didn't mean it that way" you gently leaned on his shoulder, snuggling into his scent- the smell of gun powder mixed with cologne and a bit of his sweat was weirdly comforting. You hoped you could stay like this forever but tonight you realize that everything passes and you have to move forward.

#tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #team fortress two #team fortress 2

[marcspectorstannie]

☯Get off☯︎(Marc Spector x reader)

Warnings: like,one curse word, (mentions of) sexual assault,slight violence

Summary: Marc almost kills a man after they bother you on a date

A/n: I didn't exactly know how to end this so pls don't mind the ending I wrote this in one day

A/n2: this is also very old uhm, don't mind how bad it is just take your food

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You and Marc where having a peaceful date night after a hard week of work. He decided to take you to a diner up the street from his apartment. How romantic, right? You had your fancy outfit on for special occasions like this one,Marc tried to make an effort of looking fancy but instead looked normal. You still found him incredibly attractive either way. You were soon seated at a table near the bar. The people talked and laughed at their tabels as you watched the people at the bar become drunk. This might be the best night you've had in a while

*time skip to the middle of dinner*

"This date has been going so well, it feels like a dream" you smiled at Marc who was finishing up his food. "Don't jinx it now, you don't know what could happen" He informed you slyly. You rolled your eyes playfully, eyeing the people at the bar again noticing one man looking at you particularly. Your smile dropped a bit in discomfort, but still tried to keep a positive attitude. "Hey I'm going to go to the bathroom, I won't be long" Marc looked up at you, sliding out of your chair. "Alright, but if you take too long I'm going to look for you" You smiled slightly, quickly walking to the bathroom to get some sort of 'air'. In the corner of your eye, you saw the man from the bar follow you to the bathroom. Quickly shutting the door behind you, you tried to figure out how to get back to Marc without the man seeing you. You stayed in the bathroom for a bit to give him some time to notice you weren't coming back. Hesitantly, you grabbed the door handle and opened the door. You looked out to see the man leaning against the wall near the door. Your heart dropped, clearly afraid of what was happening. But you couldn't show your fear, that would make the situation worse. "Hey baby... What are you doing later on.." You cringed at his pet name. "I'm going to my boyfriends house, if you'd excuse me I'll-" The man cornered you, preventing you from getting away. "Come onnnn, he doesn't need you more than I dooo" He was clearly drunk, his words slurred together and drug on. Soon he started moving his face closer to you. You tried to dodge his movements, but it was difficult to fight back with such little room.

Marc noticed you've been gone for more than 10 minutes and decided to go find you. He walked towards the bathroom and spotted your figure under a tall one. He felt his blood pressure rising as he clenched his fists. He noticed your uncomfortable face in the shadow, eyes shut tight. He walked closer to him, making his presence known. "HEY!" The man slowly looked at Marc and his voice. "I'm only gonna say this once before I kill you, Get. The fuck. Away. From. Them" The man smirked, resting one of his hands on your waist. "Or whattt?" You squirmed, trying to get away from his grasp. Marc's eyes started to glow, quickly grabbed the man's arm and twisting it. He pulled him off of you and pushed him to the ground. "I was only asking once, and technically I wasn't asking" You stood still in the corner, in shock. You've seen Marc fight before, yeah, but you've never seen him so angry. Marc had his foot on his chest, pushed as hard as he could. "Now if you try something else, I promise you the outcome won't be as nice as this one. Now get out." Marc got off of the man as he walked as quickly as he could out of the diner. Marc quickly went over to you,relaxing his face. "Are you okay? He won't do anything to you again,I promise " He noticed the slight dark spots on your neck that clearly weren't from him. Your outfit still had the creases from where he gripped you.The smell of all kinds of beer and alcohol still lingered in your nose. ".. I just want to leave" Marc nodded, clearly noticing your dismay. He gently grabbed your shaky hand and led you outside.Yeah Marc is kind of an ass sometimes but he knows when something is wrong.

The cool air hit your face as your body slowly un-tensed. Marc gave you his jacket to try and cover up your neck,still holds your hand tightly. And if someone outside gave the slightest look, they were immediately death stared."I could have gotten out myself... But he-- he kept getting closer and it was so-" Marc rubbed your hand, listening to you tell him what happened. "He's just lucky I didn't kill him. I should have... " You looked at him staring into the distance. "Marc it's ok, I'm kind of glad you didn't. That would have been horrifying for people to see, and that would be another death on your conscience.I'm ok, and that's all that matters right now" Marc looked at your face, seeing that the redness had calmed down."Come on, let's go home and finish this date with rest" He lightly kissed your hand and dragged you back to the car. Sure the date didn't go exactly as planned, but it didn't end with a dead man. So good enough. Plus, Marc would make it up to you with your favorite desert the next date night.

He really loves you, huh?

#moon knight #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x reader

[adrianasunderworld]

I absolutely adore the idea of Yuu going to White Ash Institute to get away from NRC's chaos, but my mind couldn't help but go to a more angsty place :') so enjoy my 1 am ramble Yuu practically LEAPS at the opportunity to get away from the crap she's been through at NRC and, honestly, I don't blame her. Would it KILL the boys to just give her a second of peace? Really? After all she's done for all of them? So Yuu zips off to WAI first chance she gets. Her classmates there are friendly, her classes feel easy without Ace and Deuce to distract her all day, and the Headmage actually does her job. Everything finally feels calm for once. Too calm, honestly. Once the fear and excitement of moving to a new school wears off, Yuu starts to notice a strange hollowness she hadn't felt at NRC. A gap between her and her peers that wasn't there before. Some girls chat about current trends or celebrity gossip. Others prefer to talk about TV shows, movies, or books. Even in class they reference history that Yuu's never heard about or talk about holidays/celebrations that they all grew up with. Even things like spots and music is wildly different from what Yuu knows and loves. Yuu is suddenly faced with the fact that she's not from this world. This isn't her place, this isn't her life, this isn't her home. She's an outsider in every sense of the word. The other girls try not to comment on it, but it's clear to everyone that there's a definite gap between Yuu and the rest of the student body, especially to poor Yuu who feels almost abandoned at some points. Some girls try to help Yuu bridge that gap in what little way they can, but there's only so much that can be done for something like this. And as much as I want to put my faith in WAI, I know high school girls well enough to know that some of the girls are probably making Yuu's life even worse with gossip or drama that makes the other students want to steer totally clear of Yuu. At NRC, there was always some sort of chaos or crisis that Yuu was facing with the boys that kept Yuu busy. She never had time to think about her place in this world, and through the chaos she at least felt like there was something there between her and her classmates. But at White Ash Institute Yuu finally has to face the isolating truth that she never really belonged in this world to begin with, and maybe never will. After all, It's not like you can just magic away that alienating feeling or study away that kind of isolation.

You right you right. I think Miss Yuu going to White Ash as its own arc would end, as these things tend to do, with Yuu realizing Night Raven is where she belongs. White Ash is too peaceful and normal, and Yuu is anything but. It's like when someone spends their whole life at war and they don't know what to do when that war is over. No one expects anything of her at White Ash. No one needs her help. No one asks anything of her. Yuu is so accustomed to doing everything that she doesn't know what's next.

She can try to fit in. Her new friends do their best to make her feel welcome and wanted. To distract from the home sickness. But then they excitedly talk about going to the movies for the final installment of some beloved franchise. Swooning over actors she's never heard of. And Yuu is once again reminded that she is a stranger in a strange land. At least at NRC she knew where she stood. Her place in the student body as the prefect of Ramshackle was unquestionable. It was a weird sense of stability. At White Ash she was another student. A girl with no home to go back too.

Also yes, Cristalería does not tolerate bullying. But that just means the particularly mean White Ash girls are a special brand of discreet and sneaky. Cristalería can't exactly punish what only looks like a bad attitude. Or a rumor with no clear source because conveniently no one knows where they heard it first. And as the only magic less girl who was at an all boys school? The gossips love Yuu.

Now it's a matter of whether or not Yuu is willing to stick out her time at White Ash or if Night Raven will have her back.

#twisted wonderland #miss yuu #the white ash intitute #twst yuu

[edisacornball]

Leaping Lavender Love

This is my AI collab series! I have a list of short writing prompts. I put a prompt into an AI image generator to see what it creates. I then write a short story where I try to tie the prompt and the image together as much as possible.

Today's Prompt: Leaping, Love, Lavender

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Memories were a funny, fragmented thing. He had always found it funny when he'd listened to his grandparents recount some of their memories. Some moments would be exactly the important sorts of memories he would expect people to remember. Sometimes they were big, important events going on in the world, like getting the news about a war starting. Sometimes it would be about when a big hardship shook the family, like when someone had lost a job, or when tragedy meant they had to grieve someone too soon. Sometimes the important times were exactly what you hoped for, though, like a wedding, or the joyful addition of a new child. 

Some moments almost felt more like they were facts of life rather than a specific memory. It was more like his grandparents were remembering the feeling as a whole rather than any one specific time. When his grandmother would recount how his grandfather had brought home lavender every Friday since their wedding, he didn't think that she was remembering anyone, specific time, because it was just a routine. But it was a nice routine. His grandmother had obviously delighted in the fresh flowers, delighted in how his grandfather would come home celebrating that he would get to spend a whole weekend at home. She remembered facing each new week with the smell of lavender lifting her spirits and reminding her of his love, and it would make the work week easier. All because she got to spend a few days just enjoying the presence of someone who made her soul sing.

And then finally, there were the moments that were somehow both. There would be a moment where they weren't doing anything special, per se, and yet the memory had stuck out to them enough that it had changed them forever. These were always the memories that felt shocking to hear. Because he could recount most of the big event memories word for word himself. But the specific-yet-mundane moments would be something so stunningly ordinary, and yet important enough that they would remember that particular moment. And yet, these still weren't the moments his grandparents would countlessly recount. He thought maybe it was because the big events were what everyone thought everyone else wanted to hear, that no one would care about an ordinary moment from an ordinary day. And yet, that ordinary moment was important enough that they had been going over the memory in their own head for years, even if they didn't tell anyone. 

When his grandmother had said his grandfather brought home lavender every week, it had seemed so ordinary that he didn't even think to question it for the longest time. That was just what grandpas did for grandmas, he figured. But then he could remember one of his friends pointing out that it was strange, because it wasn't like lavender was available in every single shop. Why lavender? Why every single week? Why did it matter?

So when he next visited his grandparents, he decided to ask the almighty "why" himself. 

His grandmother had replied that she had never really thought too much about it, she had always just assumed it was his favorite flower or that he liked the way the bouquet made the house smell.

But his grandfather had chimed in with a completely different reason, explaining that when they had gone on their honeymoon to France, his grandmother had insisted on seeing the lavender fields. His grandfather hadn't been particularly keen on the idea, it was hot, and out of the way, and took more planning than he cared for just to see a field of millions of the same flower. But his grandmother had been so excited about the lavender fields that his grandfather had decided to just go along with what she wanted in order to keep the peace.

"And when we got there, it was exactly as boring as I thought it would be!" his grandfather had said, wheezing out a laugh and slapping at his knee."But your grandma, oh, Bee was so excited she was practically skipping down those rows of flowers. Leaping and dancing and skipping through that lavender. Every time she swished her skirt around, it would hit more flowers and make the air even more perfumed! And I knew. I knew then." 

His grandfather had paused then, stroking at the hair on his chin, his eyes looking lost in somewhere far away from there. 

"I knew then that all the planning, the heat, the boring flowers... It didn't matter. Because what mattered was her. What mattered was here was this beautiful woman who I loved... Happy as she could be. And smiling and laughing at me through those flowers, well. She looked like an angel on earth. And it was then that I knew I wanted to spend as much of my life trying to make her as happy as I had then. So I brought home lavender every week. Just to see her smile."

His grandfather had created a beautiful everyday routine memory for his grandmother, all because of a special memory she had created for him without realizing it. Memories were a funny, fragmented thing.

About the Project Image created with Midjourney All / First / Previous / Next Kofi

#AI collab series #i made this

[justapieceintheirgames]

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#omg so I drank nearly 1L of iced caramel coffee today and my body has been shaking all day #and it was delicious and worth it but now I can't sleep UWGHWHS I can hear birds it's (looks at clock) 6AM!?!?!? #anyway I wanted to hop on here and recall something nice that happened to me recently #by recently I could mean a couple of weeks or a month honestly my perception of time is just not good #side note these birds are reALLY LOUD TODAY #anyway even though I 100% believe in fate I always hated when people would say 'be grateful for all the bad things that happened in your #past because they led you to where you are today' or something along those lines idk it's meant to be motivational or something I GUESS? #well as someone who was traumatised from a really young age I would almost physically recoil when I would hear/read something like that #because I could have gone my whole life without being traumatised y'know!! It's not like it made me a better person?? #that and like I always felt that if anything I'd be a BETTER version of myself y'know?? #so anyway the other day (or month or something idk) I had just finished praying and the sun was setting #and my cat was sitting on my windowsill observing me and I'm smiling just from picturing the scene again #I looked over at her and without even thinking I thought #'if all the bad things that happened in life are what led me to this exact moment then I'm glad for it' #it wasn't anything particularly special but I just felt so at peace in that one moment??? and as soon as I thought that I couldn't believe #myself! And I really meant it too!! #like who---? ME?? #anyway all I do is come on here and post sad stuff so I thought this post would be a nice reminder/change for myself!! #even though the weeks following that were ... ROUGH LOL my mindset has noticeably changed for the better recently I feel #personal #also it's officially Ramadan! You guys have NO idea how excited I am #to basically press the hard reset button on my brain this month #it's always always the best time of the year!! ✨ #also I feel like I've had enough coffee for a month MY BODY IS STILL SHAKING LOL?? #I...hope that I can concentrate on my coursework tomorrow :') or later today? aaa goodnight #MY PHONE'S NIGHTMODE JUST AUTOMATICALLY SWITCHED OFF SJHAHJSBBKS

[raendown]

I return from the dead with a fic that isn't even for the Naruto fandom and I don't really have an explanation for myself.

Pairing: SamBucky Word count: 2317 Fandom: MCU Summary: Visiting Steve was always strange now that the guy was old and retired. Still, of all the things Sam expected out of today, witnessing a prime example of gay panic from the co-worker that's been mysteriously avoiding him was not one of them.

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Honestly, the fact that Steve's house smelled like prunes was probably one of the funniest things that Sam had ever heard in his life. More than anything he would have loved to go back in time, to the days of reading about glorified heroes in history textbooks, and tell his fifteen year old self that Captain America, Steve Rogers, retired in a house that smelled like prunes. God, his best friend just had to throw himself in to being old the way he threw himself in to everything else.

"Is there a special reason for you visiting?" Steve's voice was more tremulous these days, less steady but no less warm. Just hearing him again after the shameful amount of weeks it had been since his last visit made Sam grin.

"Nah, just thought I'd pop in and see if you'd expired yet. Your birthday's coming up. Gonna be, what, three hundred? A thousand?"

Steve narrowed his eyes but there was fondness in them so it wasn't very scary even if he could probably still tackle Sam across the room if he wanted to. At this point it would hurt him too but he could do it. "You, young man, are-"

He looked chagrined at himself when Sam cut him off with a laugh.

"You shitting me? Did you really just call me young man? See if I ever let you live that down."

His friend grumbled but accepted the teasing as his due. That was just what he got for going back in time and doubling down on being so much older than his own best friends.

Since it had indeed been a little too long after they last saw each other there was quite a bit of catching up for them to do. Over cool glasses of sweet tea and a plate of cookies the two of them spent a pleasant couple of hours shooting the shit until Sam could almost forget the years that stretched between them now. It was jarring, sometimes, looking away from those clear blue eyes to realize all over again just how many wrinkles they were set in. Sometimes he hated it. Other times he could only smile to know that at least one of their ragtag bunch had found the peace they were looking for.

Eventually all that sweet tea went right to his bladder and Sam excused himself to use the bathroom. When he returned he took in the sight of his friend all snug under one of the blankets his late wife had knit and sighed, feeling maudlin suddenly for no good reason.

"I should probably get out of your hair," he said. "Let you get in your afternoon nap or whatever. No, stay there man, I'll clean up." His smile was easy as he snagged the dishes from their grazing and hauled it all over to the kitchen.

"You sure?" Steve's voice floated after him. "Nothing else you want to get off your chest?"

"Huh?"

Sam frowned at the cups he'd just placed in the sink, running back through his mind. They'd talked about pretty much everything he could think of.

"You didn't mention Buck once, you know. I thought the two of you were friends now."

"Ah. Yeah. So did I." The corners of his mouth twisted with a little bitterness, a little confusion. After everything they'd been through and the number of times Bucky had accepted his invitations down to Delacroix he'd thought they were well past the point of calling themselves friends. Maybe he himself felt something a little more than that but he knew better than to push.

That was probably why Bucky's sudden radio silence hurt so much though.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve called from the other room and Sam snorted.

“Shit, I don’t know. One minute we’re fine and the next he just up and disappears on me again. I may or may not have checked a bunch of obituaries for your name just in case because I have no idea what I might have done to piss him off.” Sam pursed his lips. He’s already gone over all this with Sarah a half dozen times and in all the recounts he’d done of their last couple missions he still couldn’t find any particularly bad moment between him and his best friend. Unfortunately the sweet tea he was glaring at didn’t have any answers either so he snatched the pitcher up and moved to put it in the fridge.

“Have you tried, oh I don’t know, asking him what’s wrong?”

“You think I didn’t try that?”

Steve’s hum drifted down the hallway with a distinct note of sass. “Neither one of you is very famous for your communication.”

“Excuse you, I was a counselor. A certified veteran’s counselor. Communicating with people was literally my job until your overly buff ass came running around all ‘on your left’ and ‘everyone I know is trying to kill me’.” Sam huffed as he snapped the fridge closed. “I damn well tried to talk to him but he’s not answering my texts or my calls. Short of breaking in to his apartment I don’t really know what else you want me to do.”

Without any other excuses to keep him in the kitchen Sam heaved a sigh, knowing he couldn’t dawdle any longer. He could only get to the door by going though the living room so his choices were either run away out the back, which he would never ever hear the end of, or go back in to the living room and face Steve with his stupidly wise and knowing eyes. Seriously, let a guy live to almost two hundred and suddenly he thought he knew everything. Annoying was what it was.

He was only halfway down the hall when he heard the front door open. Sam very carefully swallowed down the jibe he’d just been about to deliver and hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Maybe Steve had finally gone vague after all and bailed in the middle of their conversation; he’d rather chase a crazy old coot down the street than talk about his feelings regarding one James Buchanan Barnes. Actually if he looked at it from the right angle then chasing an old coot down the street was pretty much his job description whenever he and his partner teamed up on missions. Sam was just glad they hadn’t been called in to one since this whole silent treatment had started because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know whether or not Bucky would still have his back even when the guy was mad at him over reasons unknown.

Two more steps and Sam froze in his tracks, eyes wide with disbelief. Bucky’s shoulders were hunched in to himself with something bridling on panic as he fit himself through the front door and kicked it shut behind himself, eyes wild and fixed on the ground between his feet, nervous energy pouring out of him in a way Sam hadn’t seen before. From his spot on the couch Steve watched his childhood friend let himself in with serene indifference.

“Didn’t know you’d be over today,” was all he said. Then he smiled benignly when Bucky let out a soft whine.

“Help,” Bucky pleaded. “I’m dying.”

Then Bucky slid down to his knees and face planted in the carpet, arms and legs splaying out wide. Steve hummed.

“You know,” he murmured, “no one ever believes me when I tell them you’re this dramatic.”

“Steve! I’m having a crisis!”

“I tell everyone you’re a drama queen and they just shake their heads at me.”

“This is important! You have to kill me, Steve. Or I’m gonna just- just-!” Bucky’s voice petered out with another extended whine muffled by the carpet that probably didn’t smell any better from that close up.

Crossing one leg over the other, Steve folded his hands in his lap with a great lack of concern for the ridiculous scene playing out before him. Sam remained frozen in the hallway, wondering if Bucky even realized he was there, but he got an answer to that almost faster than if he’d bothered to ask himself.

“What’s wrong, pal?”

“It’s Sam!” Bucky cried. His arms lifted up like wings to flail briefly before falling back to the floor in a boneless sprawl. “Please just crush my head or something. I can’t take this.”

“Ah, yes, I hear you’ve been avoiding him.”

Whatever kind of noise Bucky was trying to make, it came out sounding more like he was choking on carpet fumes. “Of course I’m avoiding him!”

“Now why on earth would you do that?”

“I want to stick my tongue in the gap between his teeth!” Bucky said, entirely unaware of the sparks that were suddenly running up Sam’s spine in the hallway. “Help me, Steve! I want to press my thumb in the little dimple on his back. He has a dimple on his back! Why!? Steve I want to hold his hand! What the fuck!”

Steve had both eyebrows up near his hairline and the most shit eating grin any human on the planet had ever worn when he turned his head to look at Sam. Frozen with his eyes on the figure currently panicking in to the floor, Sam paid him no attention. He was busy processing. After getting to know Bucky, inviting him to stay in Delacroix time and time again, the dramatics weren’t actually that much of a surprise. Obviously as they grew closer he’d gotten a number of glimpses in to who the real Bucky Barnes was under the grouchy veneer he presented to the world. Watching him starfish on the ground and whine wasn’t too far from what he’d already seen.

Hearing him say anything about his tongue in conjecture with Sam’s teeth, on the other hand, now that was a bit unexpected. More than a bit.

“I think Shuri called this ‘gay panic’ and honestly I’m in agreement,” Bucky went on mindlessly. “If I have to watch him go through one more workout and not grab his ass with both hands then I’m just going to rip both of them off. Who needs hands if I cannot grab Sam Wilson’s ass with them!?”

“You may be slightly exaggerating the situation, I feel,” Steve told him.

Bucky snorted. “I am not. I absolutely am not. Why is he so hot? And nice? I hate that. Except I don’t. Steve why is he so nice to me?”

“That might be a question you should ask him.”

“Oh yeah, sure, I’ve got lots of questions for him! Hey Sam, why are you nice to me? Hey Sam, can I lick your cheekbones? Hey Sam, how big is your cock?”

“Well. Not that I’ve ever thought to ask that myself but, alright. Go on, Sam, how big is it?”

Sam had just enough time to cross his arms over his chest and assume a very casual pose leaning against the wall beside him before Bucky’s head shot up off the carpet. If possible, his eyes were even more wild than before when he fixed them on Steve, full of the deepest betrayal. Then he very slowly dragged them sideways to see the man he’d just been panicking over. Sam gave him a very friendly smile.

“Depends on your frame of reference,” he admitted. “I’d say sizeable.”

“Nnnggggg.”

“Hi Buck.”

“Ggnnn.”

While Steve very poorly disguised a laugh behind one hand, Sam pushed off from the wall and sauntered further in to the living room. Bucky slammed his face back in to the carpet.

“Leave me here to die,” he pleaded in a very small voice. Sam tutted, reaching for the front door, only looking over his shoulder once he was halfway through it.

“Come on, Buck, can’t lick my cheekbones if you don’t get off the floor. It was a nice visit, Steve, but don’t be looking out your front curtains for a bit. I think I’ll let Bucky decide for himself what sizeable means.” He thanked god for the mercy of Steve’s house being situated out here so far from any other homes, surrounded on all sides by enough trees that you couldn’t see it from the road. A gorgeous little island of privacy. Sam was fairly sure he wasn’t the only one grateful for this, judging by the mad scrambling noises he could hear going on behind him.

Bucky’s voice garbled out something that sounded like ‘fuck you, thank you, bye forever’ and then Sam was listening to the slam of the front door barely a second before strong hands were wrapping themselves around his hips. He laughed even as Bucky’s face came in to view.

“Greatest assassin of several generations and you didn't notice my truck in the driveway?” he said.

“I may have been a bit distracted.” That was definitely a pout on Bucky’s lips.

“By being so hot for all of this”-Sam gestured vaguely down his own body-“that you literally ceased being able to function.”

He didn’t expect such easy agreement as the sheepish nod that followed his words. “Pretty much.”

Sam blinked slowly once, twice. For one long moment he considered teasing the man. Then he decided that their time was much better spent doing things they’d both obviously been wanting to do while assuming they would never get the chance.

“I was promised a tongue in my teeth. Are you gonna get to that any time soon or am I gonna sit here and pine some more for something I apparently could have had all along?”

Bucky keened piteously. Then he surged forward to follow through on his own promises and Sam really hoped that Steve had taken his words to heart about the curtains. The man was way too old to be seeing all the ways they were about to defile the side of this truck.

#rae writes #sambucky #winterfalcon #sam #bucky #steve #fanfiction #i'm not even really sorry either

[wandas-sunshine]

hii! id love a match-up :)

my names Kacey and i’m sapphic with a preference for men and i used she/they pronouns :)

im a huge fan of literature, i do love classic literature but i usually prefer more contemporary literature. i just adore romantic tragedy, my favourite trope is ‘right person not enough time’!

i’m a huge Taylor Swift fan, my favourite songs right now are Haunted, last great american dynasty and Wonderland. My favourite show is gravity falls and my favourite movies (aside from anything marvel) are The Bride of Chucky and Dead Poets Society.

i’m an ISFJ with an Aquarius sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising, Capricorn Venus, Pisces Mercury and Gemini Mars. I’m really into spirituality!

i love being hyper feminine, like lacey dresses, gold and pearl jewellery, vanilla perfume and lip gloss, stuff like that just makes me so happy!

my main love languages are touch and quality time (words of affirmation are nice too tho).

i’m also very much afraid of heights (for some reason not when it comes to roller coasters though), sometimes the dark and bugs (including stuff like butterflies lmao)

sorry if this was too much info <3

I'm not even joking when I say this was the most fun I've ever had coming up with a ship

I ship you with Loki

I think that, first and foremost, you would intrigue Loki. There's something about you that commands respect and he has never met someone else that he recognizes that in.

How You Meet:

It was yet another over the top party of Odin's design. Loki had grown tired of these when he was young. And he was not young anymore. It was loud, and filled with drunken men and women alike who were simply fawning over his dear brother.

He was desperate to escape the chatter, the praise going to everyone besides himself. It wasn't even that he was particularly self centered, he was just sick of coming in last. He'd had a few drinks, mostly to distract from how much he wasn't interested in being at this party to begin with.

It took ages for him to escape, always being caught just before he slipped out of sight by his brother, or his mother, or some woman that he was sure his father had put up to flirting with him.

In an odd sense, that made the escape even sweeter. He was grateful for the quiet that wrapped around him as he made his way down the empty corridor, nothing but the sound of his steps falling on the floor. He smoothed his hands over his clothing, dark green and black, accented with gold. It had been made special for the occasion, he almost felt bad letting it go to waste.

He headed towards his room, but he knew that that would be the first place they looked for him. And while his next destination would probably not be especially hard to figure out, it would give him a few moments more of peace.

That expectation shattered as he made his way into the library. He was the one that spent the most time in the library, and with the party still in full swing, he didn't expect anyone to be wandering around. Yet there you were, your nose buried in a book.

You were all dressed up for the party, a stunning dress that flattered all of your most attractive areas, and he wouldn't expect for someone as lovely as you to be somewhere where she wasn't being appreciated.

It took a few moments for you to look up and notice him. As soon as you did, you closed the book, a nervous smile on your lips.

"You're in my library. I assume there's a reason for that." He mused, a curious smirk on his lips. You had to admit that the already handsome prince of Asgard looked even more stunning with that smirk on his lips.

"I figured pursuit of enjoyment would be reason enough. How many opportunities would I have to explore your library, my prince?" You asked. Your tone was playful, hardly a hint of intimidation in your voice as you spoke to him, and he had to admit that it was truly drawing him in.

"Maybe more than you would expect." He answered. He could hardly imagine chasing such a curious creature out of a library. You both had so much to learn about many things, and he was determined to learn about you first.

He'd been looking to escape people, and yet finding you might turn out to be the highlight of his night.

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[sorbet-and-gelato]

how about doppio and tiziano/squalo for the ask game!

YES YES YES UNITA SPECIALE TIME YESYESYESYESYES

Tiziano - Had a reputation for trouble and lying when he was a kid, very different from his appearance. His family often punished him until he behaved, but in truth, he simply learnt to become such a good liar and avoid being caught so that they thought he wasn't doing anything wrong.

- Comes from a wealthy family that was very traditional (cough homophobic coughcough) and used their own money to screw them over and ran away. He had a very unstable life while on his own and wants to be able to provide stability for the people he cares about

- Through mere coincidence, he and Squalo shared the dream of finding adventure and sailing across the ocean. For him, it felt like he would defy his family's expectations and find true peace

- Knew Squalo in his youth, but met again much later when he saved Squalo from a rogue gang

- Talking Head didn't reveal its ability right away, and it took some trial and error to figure just what it did

- Loves small, cute things like mice, rabbits, kittens, small reptiles and fish. He thinks Talking Head can be pretty cute, especially when it interacts with Clash (although he has never said it out loud)

- Collected seashells and shared his collection with Squalo when they were young, and started collecting again when he started dating Squalo

- Gives the best hugs in the boss' elite guard (which probably isn't saying much considering the other members) but you'd be lucky to get one if you aren't Squalo

- Excellent at reading people and can glean a lot from a single conversation. He's often in charge of gathering information and spying.

- While both of them are quite affectionate in public, Tiziano is even more affectionate in private

Squalo - Went to school with Tiziano. His family didn't mean harm but were very narrow minded, telling him that Tiziano was a bad influence. Squalo felt like he was being trapped and moved out to a fishing town. He helped out and felt a lot happier, but still felt held back.

- Like Tiziano, one of his dreams was to find adventure and set sail across the ocean. He worked hard and scraped together enough money to buy a rustic fishing boat. It wasn't suited to travelling like he had hoped, but it allowed him to be out on the water as much as he liked. However, he still felt... Empty. He had no one to share his joy with.

- He was very open about his sexuality and would get into fights with assholes. He isn't particularly beefy so people underestimated how strong he was and he often won

- When Clash first manifested, it started rumours of a beast living in the waters. Squalo had been using Clash to attack the crooks and bullies in his town and took advantage of these rumours to go undetected. Regardless of his intentions, his morals had begun to shift

- Loves sharks! Love sharks so so so much. Sharks and the ocean are his favourite things, and he loves going swimming, boating, and going to the aquarium. He's a fan of Professor Kujo's marine biology work

- Has a plush shark named Soffice that Tiziano won for him at a fair

- Plays with Clash and takes it out swimming in large bodies of waters, where it can become bigger than a boat

- Was the one to propose

- Has freckles (this is just plain old canon because I said so)

- For their first anniversary, Squalo took Tiziano back to the fishing town and took him sailing to make up for the fact that neither of them had achieved their dream

- Tiz's voice is very calming to him

Doppio

- Has a lot of blank spots in his memory from when Diavolo is in control, it really annoys him that he can't recall what he was doing moments before or even entire days. He sometimes ends up in places he's not familiar with no recollection of how he got there

- Sometimes he visits Squalo and Tiziano if he's in the area and down on his luck or just needs somewhere to rest. They've gotten used to surprise visits from him

- Autistic

- Loves nature and animals, he would get a pet if he wasn't constantly travelling

- Secco weirds him out but they have some things in common and they might even be able to get along if not for a bunch of other things

- Talks with Carne quite often

- Collects stamps on his travels

- Doesn't have a lot of his own possessions and wants to live in a nice house with a garden and a pet someday

- What few possessions he has that aren't for work often get lost or broken and he spends a lot of money just repairing and replacing them

- Likes the sound of running water and rain

- A little touch starved and often gets caught off guard by affection

#ask

[sleep-swell]

MTMTE Swerve X reader {how to be failure 101} chapter 3. Grew up

A human? Swerve couldn't be more excited. Since the moment Rodimus mentioned a human, he couldn't concentrate on what was being said to him. Something about a party, that's what he did hear.

He knew all those things about humans, all those shows will finally pay off. He and the human would get along just fine, if they missed earth, they could go to him to get an earth feeling.

Or not. They could also hate Swerve for assuming he knew everything while actually he was just an amateur. Oooh, how Swerve wished you'd like him.

Because Swerve was one of the only ones knowing about the human, almost everyone got to know the secret soon enough. He just wouldn't stop talking about it. Some even asked him about earth stuff so they could could get bigger chances at being your friend. Offcourse that made Swerve more insecure because the more the others knew, the less of a chance he had with you.

After a while, the bar was ready with a big text.

'Welcome to the Lost Light' it said.

It was almost time for Ultra Magnus to come in with the human. Normally Rodimus would do it, but Magnus didn't trust him with it. Instead, Rodimus waited at the bar, preparing his speech and when he was gonna say 'til all are one'.

Meanwhile, you were still at Rung's office, getting some motivation.

"I really hope this won't cause any problems..." You said.

"Everyone will like you, I promise. Having a human on board will make our journey more exiting."

You missed earth. You missed your friends, the shops, internet. Gosh, you missed the internet. Offcourse, Rung noticed.

"Hey," He began. "If you ever miss home, I advise you to talk with a friend of mine. His name is Swerve, he's a barkeeper and knows anything about earth."

"Thanks Rung," you answered.

Rung smiled at you, happy that at least someone says his name right.

"I advise you to come visit me at least one a week (y/n), being so far from your planet and society can have a huge impact, i really hope to see you more," he said softly.

Just as Ultra Magnus came in, you gave out an answer, "okay."

"(Y/n), it's time to go." Stated Magnus.

You nodded, and hopped down from Rung's table, walking a fast as you could behind Ultra Magnus.

You panted a "How far is it?" Out.

In which he answered, "Not so much, you'll manage."

When you arrived at the door, you had to climb on Ultra Magnus's hand, so he could hide you using his other hand. Rodimus persisted that you should be a surprise reveal, and who was he to ignore orders.

The doors opened, all eyes were fixated on Ultra Magnus, Rodimus jumped up from his seat and stood on a table to get all the attention. Swerve's bar was flooding, and only most knew about your existence.

Still, all this was making Swerve anxious. He shifted his balance from one pede to another, and twirled his thumbs around eachother. His face couldn't decide between smiling like a goof or staying serious.

Rodimus fake coughed, "Everyone, listen. Today is a special and oussem day. Because yesterday, we have found not one, but TWO humans on an attacked space ship." He poused, seeing if all the attention was on him.

"One is heavily injured and might die, but we have things under control. The other one, is totally fine, and is now officially part of our crew. Sadly, all the rest of their crew perished on their ship."

Whispers spread around the bar.

"They are very far from home, and have no way of going back. Please, have a bit of perspective and welcome them as an equal. Until all are one!"

"Without further ado," added Ultra Magnus, "we now present you (y/n) (l/n), the human that is perfectly fine."

He opened his hands, and handed you to Rodimus. He put out his hands so you could stand on them and be seen by everyone.

You looked so nervous and cute, Swerve thought he was dreaming. Finally he could meet a human  maybe even befriend them if he were lucky. He was now biting on one of his fingers to keep him from rambling and interrupting.

"Uh..." You spoke.

"Hello everyone, since you already know my name I'll just skip that part... I am really grateful to be able to live here and have a place to stay."

You tried reassuring yourself that everything is fine, when done, you continued.

"I hope we all get along and I'm excited to even be friends with the one who want. I am still a bit in shock, but when I'll get better I am happy to answer any questions asked." You smiled.

When done, Rodimus again shouted, "Til all are one!"

That was the que that the speech was over, and so everyone started talking and trying to ask questions.

Drift tried keeping everyone calm, while Ultra Magnus pushed people away that were getting too close. Rodimus on the other hand, held you up hight so nobody could snatch you away.

He whole place was a chaos, the party had not even begun and Swerve was ordered to close the bar to get some peace.

Only some people were allowed to stay behind, and you got introduced to some others.

"So," you began, "You are Chromedome, you're Rewind, you're Brainstorm, Swerve, Skids, Whirl, Cyclonus, and Tailgate. Damn that's a lot to remember."

"There's a lot more that you'll meet over the time," reminded Skids.

"Who let Whirl stay here again?" Asked Brainstorm.

Whirl his attention switched from you towards Brainstorm. "You wanna fragging go?! Cuz i will mess you up real good!" 

Magnus stood up and quickly grabbed a hold on Whirl to set him down, then he explained to Brainstorm that letting Whirl stay was the only way to calm him down. Brainstorm wanted to talk some sense into them, but your chuckle interrupted him, all eyes were on you now. 

"Sorry, sorry," you laughed.

Oh how lovely your laugh sounded to Swerve, humans were truely amazing.

"Say (y/n), how's recharging in the same room as Rodimus?" Started Tailgate.

"Ah, it's..." You looked over at Rodimus, still pulling on your sentence. Rodimus was practically sitting on the verge of his chair.

"Great. It's great."

Rodimus his grin got bigger, seems like his ego was getting bigger. While Ultra Magnus shook his head, Tailgate gave out a chuckle.

Suddenly, Cyclonus decided to make his presence clear, "If you don't mind me asking (y/n), how did your life look like on earth?"

Your smile faltered. Since you got here, you never had a chance to look back at your life before the launch into space. Nor on the first ship with your crew had you had the chance to do that. Everyone around you was always a distraction.

Cyclonus seemed to notice your change of attitude. "If it's too personal you don't have to answer. It's okay if you-"

"It's fine. I'm fine. I just didn't get  chance to think about it too much."

Everyone listened carefully.

"I.. my life on earth," you started, "Wasn't particularly bad, but also not perfect. I lived on my own in a small apartment, too busy with the internet too find friends, and little on money."

"But I've made it work. I figured things out to find the money I need. And so, here I am." You laughed.

"You came here for money?" Asked Brainstorm, getting a nudge from Chromedome. Glares were shared between both.

"No no, not here specifically. More like send into space with a new gadget."

"You weren't sure you were gonna make it and you took the chance? Not only you but 4 other people too." Asked Rewind.

"They needed one other volunteer."

Whirl butted in, "You just went for a suicide mission for money! That's oussem!"

He got a smack from Ultra Magnus. Then he tried fighting against him but was threatened to leave the room if he didn't behave. Unwilling to leave a chance with a human, he remained... Something like calm.

Deciding to brighten up the mood a bit, you started talking again, "Hey, if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here now meeting you guys!"

It worked, and it was totally calm again. Until Chromedome spoke again.

"Hey Swerve has been uncharacteristically silent this whole time."

The others decided to join in.

Skids nudged Swerve, "Yeah pal, you've been quiet this whole time. Everything alright?"

"Yeah everything okay there?"

Swerve, who was leaning his head on his hands, put them on his lap, a nervous laugh escaping him.

"Y.. yeah guys. I'm... I'm fine. Just observing. I've never seen a human before, I mean I have but only on screen, never in real life. It's different you know, I mean you're not different, the experience is just different. I'm sorry I'm rambling again aren't I?"

"Good luck with him fleshy, he can talk your ears off asking questions. Won't even give you a chance to answer," said Whirl.

And as fast as Swerve's mood went down, it came up again when you spoke, "I'll be fine, it just means he's excited. That means a lot to me."

You were so nice!! The poor guy couldn't believe what he was seeing! Well... What he was hearing, but that doesn't matter. He was happy.

Suddenly something inside you started to- not hurt but- it was uncomfortable. Not unbearable, easily ignored.

But physical.

It didn't worry you, you've felt plenty of sudden pain in your chest for no reason in the past. Enough to determine that it wasn't anything, say, dangerous.

"Well it's getting rather late. Not like that's bad or anything, since the plan was to just party. But there's no party,"  said Skids.

Chromedome agreed. You could see how he nodded while looking a Rewind sincerely. "It's best me and Rewind go recharge then, its always good to get some extra sleep."

He took Rewind's hand, and they stood up, taking their leave. "Goodbye (y/n), it was nice meeting you!" Waved Rewind.

Slowly, everyone started to leave too. Rodimus left you behind, since you were having a conversation with Swerve.

And then you were left alone with Swerve. After a while he seemed to notice how you yawned, signaling that you were getting sleepy.

"Okay I think that's enough for today. Do you know where Rodimus's hab-suite is?" He asked.

You shook your head no, because how are you supposed to know where someone else's room is in just one day, and don't even get me started on how big this ship is.

"Do you want me to... Bring you there?" Swerve asked unsure.

He hoped you would say yes. This way you could talk more, get to know eachother. He'll get to know more about you. So when you nodded, he practically jumped from his seat and picked you up.

He was so excited, he forgot to slow down to have the chance to talk with you, and ran immediately towards your and Rodimus's hab-suite. Suddenly realising that he messed up his chance.

"So uh... Will you come to my bar tomorrow? Not that you have to offcourse, it would be just nice to see you again. N-not in a weird way," He asked.

"I'll do my best to come over." You smiled.

Swerve smiled back and slowly put you down on the ground so you could ender your shared room with Rodimus. With one final wave, he left.

And you went to sleep.

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A/n: Sorry for not posting this chapter first and spoiling the story, also sorry for the way this text is written, I copy pasted it from my wattpad. (Whitch is "Polarvera" btw, I always post the chapters there first so you can get a look. Plus its easier to read my story-)

Tags come later I think?