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deunmiu-dessie · 14 days

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price, after seeing you with kids, vows to himself that he'll get you pregnant.

"i'm so happy you guys could make it!"

john watches fondly as you smile. it's wide and genuine, the action making your nose scrunch up; your head tilting to the side to mimic the woman's excitement─ and john can hardly take his gaze off of you. your eyes glimmer at the sight of your heavily pregnant best friend and the woman watches with a soft smile as the two of you make your way up their driveway.

your body is tucked away underneath john's arm, the usual warmth of your perfume; a sweet and spicy blend of saffron and sugared vanilla, has him unable to keep his hands off of you and he makes it obvious with the way his thumb rubs back and forth over your bare shoulder. and you're just as guilty as he is, with the way your hand is nestled snuggly in the back pocket of his jeans, the other stationed right atop his hand that rests affectionately on your shoulder.

when the two of you can make it to gatherings in your neighborhood, there's bound to be talk and swooning about you and john the next day. most women were envious that even after being together for years, it seemed like the two of you were still in your honeymoon phase.

"jas! babe, what are you doing up?" your voice is a teasing lilt as you shimmy your way out from under john's arm, looking back at him briefly to flash him a pleased smile. however, it's different from the one you sent jasmine earlier, it's softer, intimate, and familiar and it warms his belly better than bourbon ever could; his eyes soften and he smiles back, the crow's feet around his eyes deepening.

despite john only having a few days off until his next mission, which he had wanted to spend with you, cuddled up next to the fireplace and watching movies, or perhaps cooking and baking with each other, all lovey-dovey and tête-à-tête─ you had instead asked if he could spare a day and go to a cookout hosted by a mutual friend.

of course, he couldn't say no to you. not when you looked so reluctant to ask in the first place, with your eyebrows furrowed and a small frown marring your lips─ the same lips he had languidly kissed until it flipped right side up, with gentle murmurs of reassurance. besides, john didn't mind jasmine's husband. tom was a retired colonel of the army and they had hit it off quite quickly, especially given john's position.

reluctantly, john's eyes drift away from where you stand hugging jasmine, immediately spotting tom who is situated with a few other men at the grill. sucking in a breath, john made his way over to them, a smile splitting his cheeks when tom notices him, his tongs clanging against the metal. "well i'll be damned, if it isn't john, fucking, price."

the two men join hands briefly, "tommy, i've been gone a few months and she's already pregnant again." john chuckles softly at tom's sheepish look, the man's cheeks pinkening. "m'surprised y'r balls haven' shriveled up yet." john finishes, dropping into a squat to pluck a lone water nestled amongst the beers. “well, what can i say? she’s all over me!” tom, through his boisterous laughter at his own joke, notices the bottle and sends john a smirk, "you gone in a few days?"

john grunts, hoping to save himself from the conversation, talk of work right now would only annoy him. tom clasps him on the shoulder firmly and sends him a mocking grin, perhaps this is why john liked tom, banter flowed naturally between the two of them. john was reminded of gaz time and time again when holding a conversation with the retired colonel. "it's as i said before. maybe it's time for you to settle down, you're not getting any younger."

john grunts at that one too, eyes scanning the bustling cook-out to look for your comforting presence. he immediately finds you amongst your group of friends, a newborn babe nestled in the crook of your arms delicately and other children playing a simple version of tag around your legs. you're gazing down at the baby with envious adoration, eyes sparkling with awe and something akin to being maternal and it knocks the breath from his throat, his heart swelling within his chest at the sight of you.

and for a moment, he pictures that you're holding his child in your arms and that those are his kids circling your legs. and it's when your eyes somehow find his, your smile shy and your eyes almost pleading, that he swears to himself that he'll get you pregnant. and an ache to see your belly swollen with his child starts in his chest before traveling straight to his cock. tom chuckles, it's a knowing and judgment-free look. "i guess your mind is made up, huh captain?"

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for asking people in my GSA to cool it with the PDA?

so i (17f) am aroace and sex repulsed. i'm the only aspec person in my school's GSA. at meetings couples will hold hands, kiss, sit on each other's laps, make out, etc. it grosses me out and makes me really uncomfortable to see PDA, especially with people i'm not close to. i had been trying to ignore/look away when people would get all lovey dovey bc i know it's the one safe space for gay kids to be themselves since it's a rural area in a famously homophobic state, but it still makes me really uncomfortable. the problem happened when we were all sitting in a circle talking about fundraising ideas and a girl (i'll call her jen) started talking, so i looked at her, and she finished by saying "it was actually abby's (her gf) idea!" and kissed her cheek. i reflexively made a face and looked away but jen saw and got offended and said "what? i can't kiss my girlfriend? are you a puritan or something?" other kids started saying stuff like "yeah she got all weird when she saw me and my bf holding hands". they all KNOW i'm aroace and sex repulsed so it's not like it was a surprise. i said "well PDA makes me really uncomfortable and honestly you guys can be kind of gross sometimes" to which abby said "oh my god it's not like we were having sex in front of you! get over it!" at this point the teacher overseeing everything told us to "stop bickering" and finish the agenda for the day. at the end of every meeting we have a wrap-up where we talk about plans for the next meeting and stuff so i asked if everyone could lay off the PDA, at least during the actual meeting (not counting before/after/breaks since i can just go in the hall). everyone got really pissy and started calling me a puritan and prude and i started crying. after the meeting when i was waiting for my mom to pick me up the teacher pulled me aside and said that i shouldn't ask the other kids to "hide their affection" just bc i didn't like it especially since it's the only safe place for them to do it. i started crying again and asked wasn't this supposed to be a safe place for me too? she said she sympathized with me but i was asking a lot of the other kids. some of my ace mutuals i talked to said the other kids and teacher were being rude and i'm just as queer as they are, so they should respect my boundaries too. but i'm second guessing myself after the teacher told me i was asking them to hide their affection. i really don't want to leave the GSA bc i do love it and except for the last meeting i've gotten along really well with everyone there. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bloodlust-1 · 5 months

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༻ 3 Nights ༺ part 4

Gortash x fem Tav —mini series Explicit 18+

Summary: Gortash invites Tav to stay 3 days at his palace for the sake of an alliance. Reluctantly, she compromises for peace and it becomes an experience they won’t forget.

T/W: Angst

Part one -> here <-

"Hey, pal...How are you holding up?" Karlach sat next to Tav at the fire. She spoke gently to comfort Tav in this situation. Karlach wasn't the first nor last person Gortash will hurt.

Tav sat in silence next to the crackling fire, her eyes reflecting its warm glow. She was consumed by confusion and silence. She felt the weight of hurt tug at her chest in a painful squeeze. The crackling of the firewood was the only sound that replied back to Karlach. Tav felt alone in the moment. It wasn't like she could really tell her friends how her heart raced with lovey-dovey thoughts of Gortash. It was strictly a no-no.

Karlach patted Tav's back, "I know you're down but what did I tell you. Gortash is an evil bastard and will never be more than that. He's lucky I wasn't there, I would've ended him right there and then!"

Tav leaned her head away from Karlach in guilt, "I don't know Karlach...It just doesn't make sense."

"What? Like 'He's actually not that bad' kind of sense? Do you know what he did to me?" Her Voice suddenly grew annoyed. The memories of Karlach becoming a slave to Zariel spilled into her thoughts. It was a painful memory that haunted her.

"I know, I'm sorry I sounded insensitive," Tav replied, avoiding Karlach’s gaze.

But deep down, she knew that it was far from just a misunderstanding. The truth was that she had grown to not hate Gortash's company, the man whom Karlach despised with every fiber of her being. Ever since he had connected with her tadpole, she felt a strange connection. Their feelings were mutual. Tav held more anger towards him than he. But then why would he ruthlessly kick her out like she was nothing? It saddened and angered her all the more.

"Please be smart about this 'alliance'. I just can't trust him..." Karlach sighed and stood up before returning to her tent. She wanted to just have faith that Tav knew what she was doing.

Back at the Palace

Gortash stood at the top of the stairs, he stood tall with an evil smile carved into his face. His grin grew wider until he lifted his hands to his jaw, twisting his head back until a burst of red coated the area. There she stood, Orin. She let out a series of chilling giggles that were filled with satisfaction. It echoed off the walls and attracted the real Gortash, who was anticipating Tav for breakfast.

Gortash instantly stopped in his tracks as he was met with Orin’s presence, "Why are you here taking my form?” He spoke with an uncertainty, with his emotionless tone like daggers.

“I just wanted to play, tis all.” Her voice was breathy, and she giggled menacingly between words. Her pale eyes locked on Gortash’s as she took steps closer to him. “It’s strange, tyrant. You don’t seem the type to play with your food. So tell me, have you gone soft for our play toy?”

Orlin watched him falter, a sense of vindication washed over her. Gortash’s anger brought her immense pleasure, and she reveled in the sweet taste of spite. Her laughter filled the air, a haunting sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

Gortash clutched his fists. His face grew with a mixture of anguish and wrath as he struggled to control the tempest of emotions raging within him. His brows furrowed deeply, and his lips curled into a snarl of pure disdain, “I couldn’t expect anything less of you. What have you done, Orin.”

“I had the little piggy dragged out, thrown into the streets like the wretched animal she is.” Words filled Gortash’s ear with pure malice. Orin clicked her tongue tauntingly, “If only you saw the look on her face: betrayal, is it?”

Every muscle in his body tensed as he fought to contain the overwhelming surge of fury that threatened to erupt from within him. “Leave my fucking palace. Before my blade rips your heart.”

“With pleasure, tyrant. I will be seeing your little piggy soon.” And with that, she waved her arm in a burst of red ashes, scattering into nothingness before him.

He knew he was fucked. He had a chance to build some sort of trust with Tav, and here comes Orin to toy with it. Gortash couldn’t expect any less for the person he’s constantly doing damage control over. It’s getting to the point that Orin is no ally, she is a threat and nuisance. He needed to fix this before Tav came marching into the palace to kill him.

Two days had gone by, and Tav woke up early, feeling a mix of disappointment and exhaustion. Tav couldn’t get her mind off of her experience at the palace. It was embarrassing, to say the least, to get thrown out into shitty weather like a criminal. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing and if he was thinking about her too. She got out of bed and went about her morning routine, but her mind kept wandering back to him.

Because of this, her entire camp seemed to seeth at the thought of Gortash. In their eyes, the alliance was pretty much done with. Such disrespect warranted no kindness. They've been keeping busy regardless with quests of their own through the city. But on this day, everyone decided to rest, but Tav did not want to sit around. She needed to keep busy for her peace of mind.

Tav went out into the city, with shopping in mind. She evaded the Steel Watchers like hell since the last time she saw them, sneaking past them every time. Still, it was difficult to not think of him, especially with those stupid propaganda posters of his face plastered all over the city's walls.

Maybe Gortash felt like things were getting a little too real for him? Or perhaps it was just a cruelty in him that just toyed with her all along? It was hard not to feel a neglected. Tav remembered the look on his face when she was kicked out, so emotionless. The image of that look sent shivers up her spine, and she shook off the thought.

Just as she did, she spotted a Steel Watcher marching down the walkway, and she quickly hid in an alleyway. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she stealthily took in long still breaths as she hid. Tav would have felt relieved but something felt off.

Suddenly, a hooded man emerged from the shadows, and before she could react, his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make. Panic coursed through her as she fought against his hold. Tav struggled fiercely, managing to break free from his grasp. With all her might, she drove her elbow into his chest, causing him to gasp for air as he fell to his knees.

Tav tightly gripped the hood of their jacket, pulling their head back with a handful of hair and cloth. Her knife pressed against their neck, but she hesitated in the heated moment.

As her eyes widened in disbelief, she was met with a familiar face. It had been days since she last saw Gortash, and she had finally started to try to keep her mind off the hurt he caused. She couldn’t fathom why he would seek her out now, after all this time.

Gortash's eyes were fixed on her. He smiled through the heavy breathing while his hair hung messily over his forehead. He was completely submissive under her hold, his Adam's apple prominent, and his dark circles stained his skin, "Hello, dear" Gortash grunted as Tav dug her knife tighter against his skin.

"Give me one good reason to not kill you." She felt the familiar sting of betrayal and hurt resurface, and she struggled to contain her emotions. Anger washed over her heart and it seethed out her harsh words.

He cockily chuckled while his head was forced back. He was into this shit as he stared up at her. It was his twisted way of flirting, "Have I told you I love when you try to kill m-"

"Gortash I swear to the Gods." Tav brought her face closer to his, eyes like sharp daggers.

"I would never self-sabotage my alliance with you, Tav -", her fist tugged at his hood with a slight shake. she wasn't buying it so far. "Aghh — It was Orin taking my form."

Tav released his hood and crossed her arms. She was visibly annoyed and hurt by him. In a way there was a sense of relief, that her suspicions of his actions were right. Maybe he was better like she hoped for. But it still fucking hurt before she knew all this. Especially allowing her guard down enough to let him kiss her: it made her feel nieve.

Gortash held his neck in the absence of the cold blade. He gathered himself and stood over Tav. His chest tightened ever so slightly with the realization of her expression: hurt. Usually, this face would bring him satisfaction, but not this time.

"I must admit, the absence of your presence has made my days rather dull. Especially when your knife isn't at my throat." Gortash arms hooked around Tav's shoulders, bringing her into a dominating hug. Asserting what little control he had moments before.

Tav's heart raced with conflicting emotions. Despite his ruthless reputation, she couldn’t deny the feelings that had crept into her heart. With hesitant hands, Tav wrapped her arms around his imposing figure. An image of Karlach appeared in her head, torn between her fondness for him and the knowledge of his tyranny. Her personal feelings and moral judgment were clashing. But Tav couldn't help but indulge, she did miss him in a way after all. Just as long as they kept this private.

"Come back to the palace for the night. I wish to try and repair what trust you have lost in me." He spoke confidently with a slight squeeze of Tav's body.

"I can't stay the night, my companions will worry..." Tav bit her lower lip with an intrusive thought, "But— I can..maybe stay for a little?"

"Good." Gortashed stepped back and patted down his jacket. He lifted his hoodie back up before flashing a devilish smile. "Meet me back at the palace after you're done hiding from my Steel Watch." He taunted her playfully before leaving Tav in her narrow alleyway, completely shocked at what unfolded. She couldn't shake off the temptation of the allure from this invite.

She hung her head back and signed. Tav had already gave into her personal sin of going back to his palace. Sure, she was still hurt by the situation but she felt better in her heart that it was truly Orin’s actions and not his. Gods Tav needed to push the side quests aside and kill her already.

Tav continued her stealthy journey from the lower city towards the palace until she stood in front of the palace doors, just as she had the first time she had burst through them. Back then, Tav’s heart was filled with hatred for him, and all she wanted to do was to kill him. However, now she feels different, as if a forbidden bond between them has started to form. She cannot even make sense of it herself.

As Tav opened the doors, she was immediately greeted by the presence of Gortash. He exuded a devilishly handsome appearance, with his hair messily framing his face and a confident aura that seemed to hover over her. He was dressed in his signature black jacket, adding to his dangerous charm.

“I’m pleased you came, darling.”

To Be Continued ~

Any Thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

Part 5 here

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an-angels-fury · 23 days

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Screaming about Caspeter 'cause I'm bored...

Look, as much as my big shipper heart loves the whole 'rivals to lovers + unresolved sexual tension' dynamic between Caspian and Peter in the movies, I still crave desperately for more tender moments between them (*me forever mourning over that deleted Caspeter scene from "Prince Caspian" - when I find you, Mr. Adamson!* ).

And that's exactly why I live for more fluffy fanfics and headcanons with Caspeter just being soft and very in love with each other 😍❤️.

Now, just imagine with me:

Peter and Caspian still being pretty competitive even after becoming friends, but always having fun and laughing regardless of who wins the game - they might be kings, but they also deserve a free time to be children after all they've been through, right?

Peter telling stories of the Golden Age and Caspian just listening to everything attentively and admiring the way Peter smiles and how his expressions becomes so vivid and colorful and full of life.

Peter and Caspian developing secret crushes on each other and not admitting out loud, but still making clear for everyone around, except for themselves, there's something going on between them (all the awkward behavior, the mutual pining, etc.).

Caspian being all charming and flirty with Peter, but never truly acting on his feelings for fearing it will ruin their friendship.

Peter suddenly being hit by the reality of the whole situation and taking the first step that will lead to the beginning of their relationship (at one night, he implies something about it to Caspian when they are alone just having a casual talk, but at some point the conversation reaches a serious level and they start to argue with each other. When Caspian finally screams at him what he truly feels and, right after, tries to walk away, embarrased for his secret being revealed, Peter just takes courage enough and kisses him. Both are surprised by what just happened, but they couldn't be happier for finally getting that off their chests).

Peter and Caspian sleeping together, hugging each other and cuddling in bed (also, one comforting the other when they had nightmares).

Peter and Caspian holding hands.

Caspian being all lovey-dovey just to embarass Peter in front of everyone (he loves the way Peter's cheeks get all blushed) and Peter trying to shove him away, feeling both annoyed and flattered.

Peter's siblings acting protective at first, but then being happy for their brother and fully supporting his relationship with Caspian (also, Lucy being the biggest Caspeter shipper from all of them).

Peter and Caspian marching to the battlefield side by side and always looking after each other during the fight, holding each other's backs and risking their own lives to keep their beloved and their soldiers safe. Both running to each other's arms at the end and taking care of each other's wounds, just being relieved by the fact they were still alive and everything would be alright.

Caspian feeling really nervous when they are about to make love for the first time because he never did that before and Peter just being sweet and patient, making his lover feel comfortable enough and guiding him through the whole process, teaching him how he prefers to be pleased and learning what Caspian likes and dislikes. It was a very special and intimate moment between them, where they were free to talk about and laugh over silly things, make mistakes, build trust and just be vulnerable.

Peter and Caspian kissing, caressing and tracing each other's scars.

Peter and Caspian touching foreheads.

Peter and Caspian stargazing.

Peter running his fingers through Caspian's hair and Caspian just relaxing and purring in his lap like a kitty.

Caspian saying Peter is beautiful and Peter just smiling like a silly hormonal teenager.

Peter saying 'I love you' to Caspian for the first time and Caspian getting all emotional because it's been so, so long since the last time someone said that to him to the point he almost forgot how much he missed to hear it. Caspian telling Peter about it and even asking him to repeat those words again. From that moment on, Peter becomes dedicated to spend the rest of their lives reminding Caspian of how much he loves him and always will.

Peter and Caspian getting married (and having Aslan's blessing).

Caspian kissing Peter's hand and always refering him as "my husband" and "my dear king", because he feels so lucky that, from all the people in Narnia, the High King's heart chose him to be his life partner. And Caspian always thanking Aslan for bringing that stubborn, hot-headed and absolutely wonderful man into his life.

Caspian also giving a special nickname to Peter, which is "mi estrella del norte" (it means "my northern star" in spanish) because Caspian always loved the stars, they gave him hope since he was a child and now Peter is the one who gives him hope and it's always there to guide Caspian through his darkest times and assure him that everything will be alright (also the 'northern' part being an obvious reference to the "clear northern skies" that are Peter's territory).

Peter being less criative when it comes to nicknames and using more generic ones like "my love" or "my beloved", but Caspian still loving to hear them because they come from Peter and are always said with the sweetest and most sincere and genuine affection. But if Caspian needed to choose his favorite nicknames, they would definitely be "idiot" (affectionate) and "pretty boy".

Peter and Caspian adopting a child (or they just being most amazing uncles to the other Pevensie siblings' children) and always telling them bedtime stories about their adventures.

Caspian telling the children about the day he and their uncle first met and being like "Remember when you almost kill me with a rock in the head that day?" and Peter answering "Only because you attacked me with a sword first!" and Caspian saying all delightful "Yeah, it was love at first sight...".

Peter and Caspian growing old together and loving each other more and more as the days go by.

#yes this ship owns my heart (and my ass) ❤️#little things I do when I'm bored ✍️#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #tcon #narnia #c.s. lewis #narnia au #peter pevensie #prince caspian #caspian x #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #headcanons #narnia headcanons #my headcanons

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jaimebluesq · 2 months

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🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Thank you for the ask!!! :D

I came up with an idea for a modern day AU in my fandom that I've had an inkling to write as an original fic - the characters would be inspired by the fandom ones, but I'd change a few details and see how I could get it to work.

The idea: The story would follow the POV of a man, Chinese diaspora living in rural Ontario. Haughty, opinionated, even cruel in his thoughts sometimes - but only in his mind. Outwardly, even though he's not friendly at all, he's actually got a reputation as being dependable and always willing to lend a hand. He HATES it, but he does it because, as the reader discovers, he feels he has a penance to pay. And then one day he goes to the restaurant/bar and there's a face he knows, and before he can run off, the man notices him.

This is a problem... because people think he's dead. His family had been a serious Triad, and in other people's view, he went rogue and tried to turn on his family by going to the police, and then he was shot and killed. The man in the bar plays coy at first, but then not-so-subtly suggests that he could get word back home that the MC is still alive - but he could keep his silence if the MC does him a few favours. The MC has an inner conflict - his instincts are to immediately plan the man's death, but he refuses to go that route. He allows himself to be blackmailed - he figures it's part of his penance - but strangely, the other guy just starts out wanting a guide to the area, and then someone to help him find a place to stay, and get to harder-to-reach areas to go paint the natural landscapes. And the two get closer, however reluctantly, until the MC's loneliness and the presence of one person who knows his history has him end up in the other man's bed.

All this time, the reader learns the backstory little by little. That the MC had been the nephew of the Triad's leader, the muscle of the organization and always willing to kill whoever needed to be killed. And then there was a war between theirs and another crime family, and in the ensuing violence, the MC's cousin died - a cousin that he grew up with, that was like a brother to him, and one who was not suited to a life of crime, and who had actually been trying to get out of it. He became disillusioned in his mourning and began not just looking at his family's role in everything, but his own as well, and he couldn't let go of the fact that he was in part responsible for the falling dominos that led to his cousin's death. He talked himself into going to the police to give evidence against his family, but shortly after the process began, there was an attempt on his life. Of course his family had bought out someone in the police force. So he faked his death and left, using his connections to get a fake identity and documents that he used to leave for Canada.

And then the MC learns the other guy's story - that he's actually hiding as well, trying to get away from their shared past (his family wasn't Triad but had done business with them), because his brother had been murdered and he'd managed to kill the one who did it without getting caught, but he doesn't want to go back.

Neither of them are lovey-dovey soft emotion types, and the MC resents the other guy at first - even afterward. But they've forged this connection, and somehow, find a life together.

Haven't figured out other than that in terms of plot points or inciting incidents, but it's an idea I've had for a while and just haven't gotten the courage to try and make happen. (And I'm sure most of my CQL/MDZS mutuals have figured out who the characters are from the descriptions lol).

So yeah lol.

#ask response #original fic idea inspired by fandom characters

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ousama · 8 months

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sorry this got long

awesome. whatever off anon idc. number 1 why is it always the "OMG WAHHH SO CUTE MY LITTLE BABY >_<" people who are literally the worst. they always end up being really rude, not to mention the fact that talking in that sweet mo baby tone about fat people is really fucking weird. I'm not fat but that's pretty obvious? like come on

anyway what keeps me at an arm's distance from the selfship community is the mentality that comes from bolstering "unconditional support, no matter what". like yeah whatever, outside people think selfshipping is weird and the community works as a little space away from that. but the thing with communities is that they always generate a set of unspoken social norms, and the big one for selfship is this constant unwavering positivity and never questioning anything or getting seriously upset ever.

but this doesn't really stop people from acting like assholes, it just encourages them to hide their shittiness under this guise of being nice and cutesy and lovey-dovey. then they have their circle of mutuals who adhere to that norm of unconditional positivity and support, and so ALL of them are insanely defensive and rude to perceived threats.

anyway I think that's why there's so much barely disguised racism and sexism and fetishistic behavior and general garbage in the community specifically. it's the sense of entitlement that's pushed by the "do whatever you want, we'll support you!" mentality, that's upheld by people who don't say anything because they don't want to look mean. so shitty people can just be shitty and not face any consequences. you know? it's so middle school to me. I'm really fucking tired of selfshippers stealing/reposting my stuff and disregarding my dni on other blogs and being sexual in explicitly sfw spaces. so yeah I can see it as a space that allows people to make statements like "stupid females shouldn't be allowed to like this character because I like them! I liked them first and they're mine!" and face no repercussions.

I dunno if that makes sense, and there's definitely a lot more to it. tldr it's just this massive echo chamber of being an entitled douche and getting away with it.

no youre so right the community is flawed at its base and no one wants to do anything about it so we let people ship with caricatures and throw tantrums because that's what being accepting is about obviously. no judgement except for the few things people agree are no-nos which dont include fucking racism or fatphobia or misogyny for some reason?

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colorsofmyseason · 1 year

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i once lived by your side

Pairing: Ben White/Aaron Ramsdale, past Ben White/Kalvin Phillips

Set sometime during international break on 2021/2022 season, when Ben just transferred to Arsenal and Kalvin was still at Leeds. I had no idea whether they got called together but hey, artistic licence

Part of my supernatural au of course!

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Dating your (now former) teammate is one thing. Breaking up with him is another. Remaining friends after your (mutual, very civil, no-ill-feelings attached) breakup is another another thing.

But whatever has happened between you both, the fact remains that he was once your boyfriend. Someone who, at some point in your life, has known you better than anyone. So Ben really shouldn't be surprised that, as they're playing FIFA together in Kalvin's room in St. George's Park, the latter asks pretty casually whether he's seeing someone.

Ben's first reaction is to gape, followed by an instant urge to deny. But Kalvin's eyes study him closely, and Ben knows there's no chance he'd get away with lying. So, with a deep sigh, he finally gives in.

"There's someone," he says at last. "We're not dating, not yet. But I…I do have feelings for him."

Kalvin hums, gaze reverting back to the screen. "Does he share the same feelings?"

Ben shakes his head. "I don't know. We're really close, I can tell you that. But I have yet to figure out whether he likes me more than a friend, or something."

Silence ensues as Kalvin expertly maneuvers his virtual self around Ben's defender on the screen. As he watches his players celebrating a goal, Kalvin asks, "Do I know this person?"

"...Maybe."

"And how do you feel about him exactly?"

"Like he's the sun in my sky," Ben answers promptly, and feels his cheeks burn instantly at his own response.

It's true, what he feels about Aaron, but all the same, he's been too embarrassed to actually voice it out to others. It sounds so cheesy, and more than anything, Ben hates being laughed at for his cheesiness. But there's really something about Kalvin that compels him to reveal his deepest secret.

To his credit, the Leeds midfielder merely chuckles, but Ben senses no malicious tone whatsoever in it, and he will take the small mercy. "Goodness," Kalvin says, a twinkle in his eyes. "You must've been completely head over heels for him, huh? I don't recall you ever being this lovey-dovey when we're still together."

A pang shoots through Ben's heart.

Kalvin looks at him, his eyes softened. Pausing his game, he reaches out and takes Ben's hand into his. "Ben, I know our relationship was everything but flawless, but I never wish to leave a black spot in your memory."

Swallowing, Ben looks away. He shouldn't have agreed to come to play earlier.

"You're a good person, Ben," Kalvin continues, "and someone I treasure a lot, yes, even to this day. And I want nothing else but your happiness, with someone who's perfect for you."

"You do?" Ben hears himself saying.

Kalvin smiles, one of his wide, dimpled ones, and the two of them are immediately transported to a time where they're wearing the same white kit and the sight of those dimples alone was enough to send Ben's heart soaring high. But to the defender's immense relief, the memory no longer brings pain, nothing but a species of mild yet genuine comfort.

"Just go for him," Kalvin advises, "tell him how you feel, and see how it goes from there. I'd say that Aaron must be lucky to have someone like you, though I still find it funny that you fell for him of all people."

"...Why is that?"

"You're an incubus, and he's a light elemental."

"And what does that say about you that you, a fucking angel, used to date me back then??"

They laugh together, and Ben reaches out to hug Kalvin. One simple gesture that might lead into something else back in the days, just a pure platonic gesture between two close friends nowadays though.

"Thanks, Kalv," Ben whispers to the older man's ears. "You're the best, and you deserve someone who treats you equally as good. I'm sorry that it couldn't be me, but you will find them, I'm sure."

Kalvin's deep brown orbs are warm as he pats Ben on the shoulder. "I hope so, Ben. Now shall we get back to our game?"

Ben grins and picks up his controller again. "You're on."

They keep on playing until late at night, so immersed in the game that Ben fails to realize until he returns to his own room later that he never told Kalvin that Aaron is indeed the one he loves.

And when Kalvin shrewdly pushes Aaron closer to Ben during training the next day to get them to do some paired drills together, Ben, red-faced and fervently praying no one would notice, sends him a thankful smile.

#fanfiction #football fanfiction #fic #football fic #fanfic #football fanfic #my works #supernatural au #ben white/aaron ramsdale #ben white/kalvin phillips #ben is an incubus #kalvin is an angel #aaron is a light elemental #i don't know how kalvin's personality is like but he always strikes me as a super nice person so #hope you enjoy it

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hexpea · 2 years

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Ch. 18 - Fruition

It took you a minute and you nearly missed the call while recombobulating yourself, but you were able to answer just before that final ring.

"Hello?" You answered, receiving yet another unexpected call from your grandfather. You were hesitant seeing as the last time he called you had received some of the worst news of your life.

"Hi, sweetheart," his voice warmly greeted. He was clearly being sensitive seeing as he didn't know the status of whatever the hell was going on between you and thorn in his side - Gojo Satoru. "How are you doing?"

"I'm alright, why do you ask?" You responded calmly as Gojo approached your seated figure on the edge of the bed. He had changed into just a new pair of boxer briefs after your session.

"When I saw you today at the school, things with Gojo didn't seem very good," you could hear his attempts to hide his smile. "I wanted to see how you're holding up."

"I thought Gojo told you what happened," you smirked, crossing one arm across your chest as the other held the phone out while he was on speaker. Gojo smiled along with you upon hearing your grandfather's disappointment.

You heard a loud sigh over the phone before Gakuganji chose to speak up again. "So he wasn't joking around..."

"I never joke!" Gojo responded, giving away the fact that Gakuganji was on speaker phone. "I love this girl with all my being!"

"You can't love her and sleep with other women," you could hear the rage being held back in your grandfather's voice as you sat by, curious to see how the conversation would play out.

"I'll have you know, old man, that I haven't slept with anyone for weeks!" That sounded a lot worse out loud. You resisted the urge to facepalm.

"And it was under a mutual understanding of our open relationship," you muttered, coming up with a lie quick. You had become accustomed to lying over the past few months.

"But that part has come to a close, especially now that we're engaged," Gojo sang out in his musical voice, making your face turn bright red. That was the one detail you hadn't finished discussing.

From there, you could only hear a loud, annoyed groan before the line went dead. Gakuganji had thought he had at least your breakup with Gojo to feel good about, but now with Itadori still alive and your relationship supposedly still going strong he had about nothing!

"We still have to talk about that," you flattened your expression as you looked up at Gojo.

"What? You don't want to marry me now?" He pouted for a moment. He then walked over to his pants that were still in a puddle on the floor and fished out the engagement ring you had shoved back at him.

"It as a fake engagement!" You reiterated as he grabbed your hand and was about to slip it back on your finger.

He hesitated to your sentence, standing back straight as he looked down at you with a rather satisfied looking expression. "You're right."

"Satoru..." you gave a cautious tone.

"Seems like we'll have to keep up this façade a little while longer. We'll just have a long 'fake' engagement until I actually get to pop the question," he grinned.

"And what if we don't work out?" You gave him a suspicious look to see how he could weasel out of it.

"Not possible," he pointed at you with that good, ol' Gojo smile still on his face. "Besides, I need to change that last name as soon as possible." He teased.

As time continued forward, you and Gojo finally initiated some sort of relationship. You were both in complete bliss: going on dates, spending the night at one another's apartments, fawning over the future...all that good, lovey-dovey stuff that Gojo never pictured himself experiencing ever again. But, again,...here you were.

And, considering your job's relatively lenient schedule, you were able to spend some days at the school - observing Gojo's unconventional teaching methods with his first years. Being on-campus was also pretty calming, seeing as it looked similar to the school in Kyoto - jujutsu being one of the strongest memories of your father. It was a good way to cure your homesickness, when you had it. The routine you had found with Gojo was the kind of stability you needed after such a hectic year.

One day in particular, you had sat down to have lunch with the first years out in the courtyard while Gojo finished up a meeting with Principal Yaga. The three were quite a lively bunch. Well...at least two of them were, Fushiguro, you noticed, was more of the silent type that got wrapped up into whatever trouble Itadori and Kugisaki found themselves in.

Kugisaki and Itadori were well into their own argument as the four of you sat on a blanket, bento spread out in front of you.

"So..." Fushiguro broke the silence between you two as you watched the raging expressions on the others' faces as they fought about something irrelevant. "You've been engaged to Gojo for quite some time."

"I guess it has been awhile, but wedding planning certainly isn't the easiest thing..." you mumbled, feeling a bit of anxiety set in seeing as you and Gojo were still stuck in this mess of a fake wedding. He still hadn't "popped the question" so things were very much so still up in the air.

"Sure," he quickly agreed as the two of you looked up to find your lanky, cheerful boyfriend headed directly for the group, "but usually engaged couples have some kind of engagement party, right?" Your hair stood on end as Fushiguro's tone obviously indicated some kind of suspicion.

It especially didn't help that you weren't wearing the ring. Gojo hadn't given it back since that one night which meant you had gone without it for several months. You felt Fushiguro's eyes on your hand to which you quickly pulled your shirt sleeves down and hid them between your legs with a blush on your face.

"Alright, Kugisaki, I think he's had enough," Gojo laughed as he finished the short trek over and sat down beside you. The two quickly turned their backs to one another, pouting. "And what were you two talking about?" He turned to look at you and Fushiguro.

"Fushiguro wants to know when our engagement party is," you gave a weak smile as Gojo gave a slight flinch to the sudden topic.

"Oh, that," Gojo's cheeks quickly turned pink, "right. It's this weekend!" Your jaw dropped as you and Fushiguro looked at him. You were lucky Fushiguro hadn't seen your reaction that quickly changed to anger, you had pointed a finger at Gojo as a warning. The thing that had struck you the most was the confidence in Gojo's answer. "But it was supposed to be a surprise for Y/N, so way to go Megumi!" He twisted up his face in playful disappointment as Fushiguro's face reddened and he hid behind his large uniform collar.

"A surprise, really?" You laughed, truly wondering if he just fabricated this on the spot or if he genuinely had something planned.

"Yes, a surprise," Gojo crossed his arms and tilted his head up, seeing your disbelief in him. "It was going to be here at the school, got permission from Yaga to use the large meeting room, too. Invitations were sent out yesterday, so you haven't gotten one yet, Megumi," he continued unnecessarily scolding the teen.

"Sorry," he grumbled, face still red as he looked away from the two of you.

"Way to go, Fushiguro!" Itadori laughed with his mouth full. Kugisaki got a punch ready but hesitated when Gojo put a hand on her shoulder.

"Leave him be," you giggled, "the poor kid's gone through enough."

"Party's in an hour, Y/N, you'd better get ready," Gojo was surprised to see you in your PJs on his sofa after having spent the previous night and the entire day with him.

"Wait..." you looked at him, color draining from your face, "you were serious that day? You actually had something planned for tonight?"

"Yeah, I told you I sent out invites," Gojo laughed. He had come out of the bathroom, just a towel around his waist and another tousling his white hair.

"Well, I'll need more than an hour, shit!" You said angrily, getting up and storming in his direction. "I don't even have any extra clothes here! Take me home!" You grabbed onto his forearm as he continued chuckling.

He quickly warped you back to your apartment and took his leave seeing as he was still nude. The party ended up being a surprise seeing as you didn't think he was at all serious. You figured he was just fabricating something to satisfy Fushiguro. After an hour had passed, Gojo reappeared back in your apartment. He wore black slacks and a white dress shirt with a blazer. Instead of his blindfold, he had his glasses. You were still applying makeup when he appeared. It was good timing in your opinion seeing as you sped through your shower and dressed quickly.

"See, an hour was the perfect amount of time," Gojo smiled at you as you sat at your vanity. You glanced back at him through the mirror. "You look beautiful," he strolled over to you and kissed the top of your head.

"Thanks..." you smiled at him as you applied the last of your mascara. "But I felt really rushed, to be fair," you gave a small laugh as you screwed the cap back on the stick and put it away. "But I'm ready!" You stood up and looked up at him. You noticed the way he smiled down at you, it looked as if he were up to something.

You arrived to find the dimly lit room scattered about with happy, excited faces. Many faces you recognized from your father's wake, all congratulating you in what was almost unison. Gojo had his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close as he waved and greeted those who had flocked to you upon entering. Loud music was also playing, party-goers danced or mingled about the large, crowded room, and drinks were being dispensed at a makeshift bar in the corner of the room. You were surprised they allowed alcohol on campus, but it was planned by Gojo after all. He could get away with almost everything.

The two of you enjoyed mingling for quite some time. It felt good seeing everyone again, from your friends, to the students you grew to love, and even the strangers that made the jujutsu community somehow feel like home.

"There he is!" Gojo said in a cheerfully sarcastic tone as you approached your grandfather who already had a pissed off look on his face. "Y/N..." Gojo turned to you for a moment, "do you mind mingling alone for a few minutes? I have to talk to good, ol' Yoshinobu here." He placed a heavy hand on the shorter elder's shoulder.

"Yeah, that's fine," you answered normally despite your suspicions. What could he possibly bother the old man with now? You thought.

You watched the two leave, your grandfather hesitantly following the limitless sorcerer out to the front porch of the building. You stayed behind and helped yourself to a drink at the bar while watching them carefully through a window, far enough away to where they couldn't see you. They appeared to be casually talking, Gojo had a calm smile on his face. You were really watching the way your grandfather's facial expressions changed. At first it slowly became one of joy, as if he were about to start laughing. But then it shifted to one of horror, the same face he made when you told him you had started "seeing" Gojo all those months ago. The final face he made was a surprisingly warm smile that remained even as he and Gojo exchanged a bow of all things. That made you incredibly curious.

Before Gojo could come back to you, he was stopped by someone for some casual conversation. Gakuganji made his way over to you instead, that warm smile still on his face.

"Hey," your voice wavered as you greeted, "what'd you two talk about?"

Your grandfather chuckled and grabbed your hand, patting it with the other and holding it warmly. "We discussed some things," he nodded, "I'm sure he'll speak to you about them." He then left you with more questions than answers, wandering off into the small crowd.

"Y/N," Gojo's voice was low and calm as he walked over to you. He brought you close and looked down into your eyes, glasses far down the bridge of his nose to where you could see his irises. "Your turn now."

"My turn?" You gave a weak laugh as he pulled you along through the crowd and out onto the front porch of the building in complete seclusion.

He leaned on the bannister of the porch as you stood behind him, hands folded in front of you as you looked up at the starry night sky. It was a particularly beautiful and warm evening, something surprising for mid-January. There was a prolonged silence between you both as you soaked in the sight. Something was clearly off about his behavior, and the way Gakuganji had reacted confirmed those feelings.

"Nice night," he took his glasses off and folded them up, holding them in his hands that still drifted over the bannister. His eyes sparkled under the night sky; you could barely keep your own off of them.

"Yeah," you agreed in a hypnotized tone, the organ in your chest warming at the sight of the man you grew to love so quickly.

"Do you know what day it is?" He looked over at you, his glance startling you.

"Saturday?" You chuckled, not knowing what direction he was going in. He laughed at your response and hung his head before standing up straight in front of you.

"Yes, but also not where I was going with it," he rolled his eyes, shoving his glasses in the pocket of his slacks. He then gently grabbed your upper arms, rolling over your sensitive flesh through your dress sleeves with his thumbs repetitively. You looked at him dreamily, waiting for what he was going on about. "Today marks a year since we met, silly."

"Holy..." you shook your head, snapping you out of your trance. A whole year since the night at that dumb strip club.

"Yeah," he chuckled at your reaction before continuing, "that's one of the reasons I threw this all together...as kind of a...celebration of sorts. If we hadn't have met that night, none of this would've happened."

"Sorry about all that," you blushed, as if any of that mattered at that point. Gojo immediately shook his head to dismiss that thought. "Can I ask what you were talking to Ojisan about?"

"Mhm," he changed his shaking to a quick single nod, "we were talking about you."

"Ugh," you scoffed, "a little more context, please?" You asked while still looking into his eyes.

"Well, at first I explained the situation. I told him the truth."

"You did what now...?" the color in your face drained. You wished right then that he wouldn't have done that without notifying you first.

"He was, at first, relieved to know that it was all fake, the engagement, everything," he grinned as he explained, "then I told him that we were now, actually, finally dating and have been for several months - let alone the feelings we were hiding during the whole act. He was, of course, horrified." He rolled his eyes at this part.

"That explains those facial expressions I was seeing," you rolled your eyes with him.

"And the last thing," he tried to shake off the fact that you had been visually eavesdropping, "I was telling him how much you meant to me." You swallowed hard at his endearing tone, heart beginning to soar a million miles a minute. "I reminded him of Geto...how I felt about him and how I had promised to never fall in love again. I told him that when you came alone, you immediately changed that. You made me feel things I thought I'd never be able to feel again. You brought light back into my life."

"Satoru..." you whimpered at his kind words. His hands dropped to yours, lacing his fingers with yours. You quickly could tell how clammy they were. You also swore you could feel him trembling.

"This past year has filled me with such joy, as cheesy as that sounds," he began stuttering nervously. "I mean a month prior was when I lost Geto, you found me when I was in a rough spot. But, something about you...the way you light up any room you walk in..." his smile was as bright as the stars in the sky as he reminisced your past. "Y/N...I'm completely smitten with you."

"I could say the same," you replied quietly, matching his smile and feeling a knot form in your throat. He's being so strangely sentimental... you thought. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he grinned even wider, letting go of your hands in favor for his pockets. He took a step away from you as he continued, "and that's why I'm finally doing this officially." He fell to one knee, just as he had a few months prior, while fumbling around in one of his pockets. The lump in your throat grew immeasurably as a pleasant sort of panic overcame you. "Y/N," he pulled out the ring you immediately recognized. "For real this time," he grinned and held it up to you with confidence, "will you marry me?"

At first you felt some tears welling up, the view of him like this familiar but the sincerity he had and the love you felt for him was all brand new. "Yeah," you laughed tearfully and held out your hand to which he slid the ring back on. "You're really for real this time?"

"Yeah," he giggled. "I'm really for real," he continued softly as he came up and pecked your forehead.

"No more acting?"

"No more acting."

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qupshalfempty · 4 years

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Written as a not yet established relationship but mutual pining. It got so lovey dovey my heart hurt while writing this. It's very rough around the edges due to not writing for so long, but I hope y'all like it!

108. “Shh… You need to be quiet.” W/ Ultra Magnus and a Cybertronian! SO

Walking out of my berth room I was immediately met with the distant voices of both Optimus and Magnus. Following the voices in curiosity, I entered the main room of the base standing behind both of them as they mentioned a mission, an energon mine and.. My name? Before I could greet them their attention's on me. Never being the subject of their gazes so intensely, I gave them a lopsided tilt of my dermas.

“What’s going on?”

...

The glowing light from the portal fades behind Magnus and I as our pedes stepped off of the concrete floor of the base and onto the stick littered forest floor set in front of us. The forest was dense, light from the Earth’s star struggling to shine through the canopy above. Many of the planet’s smaller life forms were skittering away disappearing deeper into the woods, most certainly running from our sudden appearance.

Magnus paid them no mind, instead signaling me to follow him in I assume to be the direction of the abandoned energon mine we were to scout out. I trail silently behind him, already preparing for the long trek ahead of us..

Other than the occasional hand signals and “yes sir” from myself the travel had been near silent, the only other sounds coming from the crunching of tree limbs and brier under our pedes and the occasional animals nearby. I could do nothing but let my processor wander, distracted from the mission at hand.

The gleams of light cast from the sun painted what parts of the forest floor it could touch with golden strokes. At times his plating would catch the light and reflect against the leaves and other flora he’d push past in reds and blues… This would be romantic if we'd actually said more than a couple phrases to each other. I could only hope for that to change and for him to acknowledge me with more than just small smiles and hidden softness from the rest of the team.

I silently thanked scouting missions like these, allowing me more time around 'Magnus than usually allotted for his position. It gave me the chance to enjoy his presence and what soft smiles he'd offer when we were alone, which has been the only sign of any feelings returned on his part. I’d only hoped it wasn’t out of politeness and rather returned feelings anyway, just the thought is what’s stopped me from confessing much earlier.. While it’s been pointed out plenty of times how different he acts around me and how much more gentle he is towards me... It’s hard to believe he’d return any feelings, or would want to pursue a bond when one of us could be offlined any klick while fighting this war. Although I’d take whatever time I had left to be with him… By the All Spark I’m in deep.

Next thing I know, my left pede hits a displaced root and I'm sent tumbling forward into a familiar blur of red and blue. Just barely catching myself with my servos on… Magnus’ back plating… I jolted backward, ripping my servos from his back like they'd touched rust, and shakily righted myself. He jumped in surprise, snapping his helm back in my direction with widened optics before his optic ridges down turned in his signature stern look. I withered under his stare with an awkward chuckle before he finally gave what I assume to be a sigh and an attempt at a softer look that was really just one of neutrality for him.

"Be more careful."

Turning away without waiting for an answer, he continues. I hesitantly follow albeit much farther behind so I don’t embarrass myself again. After an estimated half an hour of awkward silence, he pushes a tree limb out of his way and stops in his tracks.

"We're here."

Magnus was already crouched behind some thickened shrubbery, giant enough to hide his stature, and was looking towards an opening in the lower brier's branches he had held back. Peering over his shoulder was a cave's entrance a little ways away, hidden near perfectly from sight with the dense woods surrounding it. Peaking out of the tall grass thoroughly covering the vicinity of the entrance was mining equipment and empty carts overgrown with vines. They were most definitely left behind. Thankfully we had coordinates or we would have never found this. Not that I would've minded being around Magnus longer anyway… I quickly shook my helm, ridding my thoughts away.

"We should comm the others." I whispered, focused completely on the cave and not on the inexistent distance of our shoulder plates. My fans whirred.

He nodded, already a step ahead of me with his servos to his audials.

"Ratchet, the coordinates were correct. It appears abandoned, we'll be on lookout."

"Affirmative." I hear Ratchet grumble.

Magnus then turned his helm to me and raised an optic ridge, realizing how close we were, I shove myself back as calm as possible for someone’s who’s fan’s volume turned to that of a garbage disposal. He either didn’t notice or mercifully said nothing and instead continued in his usual stern tone.

"We’ll be scouting the area for any decepticon activity."

"So.. we'll be here a while?"

"Yes."

…

After the equivalent of 3.5 earth hours and a detailed dirt drawing followed by a reprimand from Magnus about "leaving behind tracks"… I got bored. Being on a recon mission with my spark lighter, without any plot going on, was uninteresting to say the least... He didn't make an effort to talk, his steady focus solely on the cave and the wind blowing the shrubbery. The only sounds that could be heard was the chirping of birds and someone's fans kicking on.. that wasn't mine for once.

Looking up from my plating was Magnus' helm darting away from my direction and back towards the mine. Was he looking at me?

Luckily, my fans had no time to react as Magnus held his left servo up, a silent command to stay still and quiet. He glared down at the entrance before giving the signal to follow.

He pushed his way past the shrubbery and slid down the cliff side we'd been securely perched on. I followed close behind, letting him lead a path through the straw like grass.

Now usually I don't question his orders, but this was meant as a simple scout mission, a "stake out" as the humans vids would say, and we comm base to come pick up the energon once it's deemed safe. But this seems to be quite risky for someone who's so.. well the complete opposite.

I ran every scenario through my processor as we continued deeper. Maybe he heard something? I'd thought he'd comm back to base and let them know. But our job is to see if it's abandoned right? So we’d have to confirm if it is, although just the two of us and no backup? Whatever it was, I'm sure Magnus has a good reason.

By now we were in deep, the only light we had to shine our way was our optics and from what little energon there was left behind in the walls. I was barely able to stop my chassis from touching his back when he suddenly stopped and motioned me to look into the wide open room ahead. My optics brightened at the sight.

Inside was a huge cavern with the walls and ceiling filled to the brim with energon, full of huge deposits that were barely touched. Carts full of even more glowing energy cubes were ready to be rolled out. For sure able to power our small team for a long while. Oddly enough the machines were trapped in vines and aimed at a wall full of energon, two more were aimed at another, covered in the same vines..

It's unbelievable that something drove the Decepticons out, especially with all of this energon ready to leave… But from the looks of it, it seems all of the abandoned machinery hasn’t been touched in a while...

"We should comm base-"

One of the drills far ahead cuts Magnus' whisper off, it turns on and attempts to cut into the rock around an energon deposit before groaning as it struggles against the vines holding it captive. Suddenly a Decepticon enters from one of the nearby halls and expects it, grumbling something along the lines of "fast growing.." and "damned flora.." while tearing the vines off...

We both duck behind the rock wall at the bot's appearance, Magnus’ throwing his arm back to push me behind him. Luckily the decepticon took no notice, ripping what little vines were left off before the drill’s shrill sounds started up again. Magnus looked over towards me and started to signal before he was stopped short by the sudden sounds of pede steps coming from behind us. Our only exit.

My optics widen, I look to him for orders only to see the same surprise in his. He turns to me fully looking around the dark tunnel before his optics catch something behind me and pushes me backward into it. With no time to react my back plating hits a hard rock wall, reflexively letting out a muffled 'humph!' into someone's servos.

"Shh… you need to be quiet."

Turning on my optics at the voice I was met with Magnus' chassis, and slowly trailing up his clavicular plate, his neck cabling, and finally his face were his optics gazing down at me inches away from my own helm. One of his servos covering my dermas while the other was pressed firmly against my side with what little space there was. I didn't dare speak, not with the pedes slowly getting closer or the intense stare of Magnus'. Looking at my surroundings before my fans kicked on, we were in near complete darkness if not for our optics. From what else I could make out we were in a small enough crevice for the both of us and surrounded by rock on all sides other than the tight opening I’d been pushed through. Magnus' form towered over me, keeping me from peeking out of the crevice he'd somehow shoved us both in. Daring to peer at his face I can make out his optics slowly dimming.

"Shut off your optics."

A shudder went down my spinal frame at the demand but I obeyed, hoping he wouldn't notice. Knowing how close our frames were and how intertwined our limbs were, he most definitely did.

We both stood stock still as the sounds grew closer, the voices complaining about the flora destroying nearly all of their equipment and setting them back by 7 Earth days. The panic built up pressure in my chassis, knowing they’d soon be passing us. The only thing grounding me was Magnus’ rough digits pressed into my coxal plating and dangerously close to grazing the side of my pelvic plate. I’d forced my fans to shut off despite the heat emerging from both of our frames.

A rock being kicked from a pede step just outside our makeshift cover made me flinch, something I dare not risk illuminating my optics to see pressed into my forehelm. I stood stock still, reaching out and clenching something to ease my jitters as we listened in the dark.

After the longest klick of my life, the sounds of pedes slowly fade away further into the cave. I only allowed my shoulders to relax when the cave around us was fully silent, I slowly turned on my optics before widening them in surprise from the helm inches away from mine for yet the third time this Earth cycle….

Magnus' forehelm was pressed against mine, his helm cast down and his features being the most peaceful I've ever seen them. Not a hint of his signature crease of irritation between his optic ridges, you'd nearly think he were recharging if not for the heat I felt on my own helm emanating from his.

I could do nothing, not able to move away even if I wanted to due to the rock keeping me trapped from behind. Instead, I stayed still. His optics slowly turned on, meeting mine before looking downwards. I followed his gaze to find the object I'd grabbed in the dark, my servos were tightly clenched around his digits. Before I could instinctively pull back and apologize, his digits wrapped firmly around my servos, three of his digits able to cover my entire servos fully. He’d made no move to push away, instead keeping our frames pressed together. My sensors were off the charts, at times sensing his thumb run over my outer plating along my hip.

I didn't know what to do, so I followed his lead instead. Not able to keep his gaze for long I tucked my forehelm into his chassis and we stayed that way for what felt like megacycles until we heard loud pede steps and the shooting of blasters coming close. Soon enough we recognized Optimus' and Ratchet's voices from close by. By then I knew we definitely took too long to comm back and I'm not planning on explaining what happened.

#transformers prime #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus x reader #long reads #angst/fluff prompt list #qupwrites

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writerfae · 3 years

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Okay I'm talking about modern AU Taiden non-stop and I could for all eternity but also let me share some canonverse Taiden hcs with you this time:

assuming that they end up together sometime after the events of The Knights of the Alder

whenever Aiden visits the Willow Court Talon is assigned as his personal guard

Henry insists on a guard because he wants to make sure his brother is save and he thinks Aiden would feel more comfortable when it would be someone he knew

you know the two weren't really fond of each other when they first met but they became friends over time so though Talon is annoyed about having to "babysit" Aiden at first both get used to it with time and got even closer that way

Talon becomes quite protective of Aiden, not that he would ever admit it, but he's very determined to keep his friend save

I think at some point both start crushing on each other but never act on it (mutual pining at its finest)

okay but I actually have a headcanon about their first kiss

they're on a feast, right, and Talon has to look after Aiden, but he somehow manages to lose Aiden in the crowd, he's already starting to get a bit worried (both about Aiden and losing his job) when he finally finds him

he's with some other random fae who's shamelessly flirting with Aiden and Aiden is kinda getting along with it cause he's pretty much drunk because the fae gave him a sip of their fae wine and that's nothing you should give a mortal ever because it makes them kinda high (but since in this case it was just a sip it's not that bad, don't worry)

that of course rings Talon's alarm and after yelling and cursing at the fae he pulls Aiden away from them and takes him outside the ballroom for him to come to senses again and also for Talon himself to calm down because he's furious

Aiden complains of course and they bicker and at one point Aiden says something along the lines of "just because you don't want (to kiss?) me, doesn't mean that no one does" and makes some witty comments and Talon just wants him to stop talking so he kisses him. twice.

after that incident things are a bit distant between them because Talon doesn't think Aiden remembers (even though he does), also he has a bad conscience because he feels like he took advantage of Aiden being drunk and Aiden on the other hand doesn't bring it up cause he thinks Talon doesn't talk about the kiss because it didn't matter to him and oh well you can see where this is going

eventually they talk about it tho and sort things out and finally end up together

"I'm sorry that I kissed you back then." "I am not."

Aiden doesn't live in faerie all the time but he often visits and he visits even more when he starts dating Talon

Talon on the other hand would sometimes visit Aiden in the human world and Aiden teaches him a lot about humans

I imagine they would like to travel together a lot, showing each other their worlds and exploring new things

for example, I could imagine that they visit some wild fae clans. both are curious about those and Aiden, being part of the Wild Hunt, has already made some wild fae acquaintances that invited him, also it would be good for diplomatic purposes (to strengthen the bond of the wild fae to the fae of the Willow court and understand each other better)

during their stay at one of the fae clan villages they get tattoos together (yes wild fae do tattoos - or something pretty similar to that)

Aiden gifts Talon his necklace with the crow pendant at some point, with Talon giving him a brooch with his family crest in return, so that they have something of the other when they are separated

they write each other letters (love letters, yay)

I don't know yet if Aiden would eventually move to the faerie realm completely, but at least till the death of his father he'll totally stay in the human world (apart from his visits I mean)

speaking of fathers, Talon's father wasn't all too pleased with his son's choice, but Talon wasn't having any of it

I'm not gonna talk about problems they may have to face and I'm totally not gonna talk about Aiden's mortality because I want to cheer myself up with this not make it worse. positive content only.

the two still practice swordfigting together, sword fight sessions often turn into make-out sessions tho xD

Talon is very attentive, always making sure that Aiden is comfortable and content

I have this hc that when Aiden grows older Talon makes himself look a bit older too (with glamour), so Aiden doesn't feel odd

they like to go stargazing together

Talon always kept his hair short and straight, but Aiden likes how it gets the tiniest bit curly around the edges when it's just a bit longer, so Talon let's his hair grow out a bit more then usual

he is also kinda insecure about how tall and lanky he is? but Aiden makes him feel better about it

Aiden's brown eyes are plain compared to the fae's gem stone eyes, but for Talon that's what makes them especially beautiful. they're so dark and deep and some days he feels like he could drown in them

Talon often kisses Aiden's hand(s) and forehead and Aiden always giggles when he does it and it's adorable

when they share a bed, Aiden always hugs Talon close and Talon likes it because it makes him feel save, also he likes to listen to Aiden's heartbeat

no one would've expected the two to work out and last so long, but they did, till the very end

they've never been as lovey-dovey and open about it as Callan and Henry, but they really love each other

there's still banter and teasing in their relationship and sometimes they quarrel but they always made up somehow

even in canon Talon is always the one who's feeling cold and Aiden is the one to keep him warm

Aiden loves it when Talon plays the violin so he often asks Talon to play for him. and he does.

I could go on but this is too long already ahaha, I'll stop now. Anyway, I love these two. They may not be canon in the main story, but they still have a great future ahead of them 😌

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Is That My Shirt? (Shinso x Reader)

Prompt: Shinso notices one morning that the space in his closet seems wider than before. Who in the world could have stolen his shirts?

Warnings: FLUFF

A purple haired boy stared at his half filled closet. Realization hit hard when he saw that the amount of clothes he had when he entered the hero course dorms have now been dwindling. The space seemed to grow more and more everyday.

Deciding not to dwell on this, he grabbed one of his signature navy shirts and sweatpants. Heading downstairs to eat some breakfast. He could deal with his clothes later.

Reaching the last few steps, he could hear the chats of his new classmates. He wasn’t used to it yet but being welcomed with open arms by the class 2-A was something he did not expect. Not wanting to admit it, he did consider himself a hypocrite ever since he began to forge close bonds with the others. Todoroki was right when he said there was no escaping the ‘1-A Bat of Friendship’.

“Good morning, Shinso!” Kirishima greeted him as he waved with a spoon on hand. His bright red hair still is not defying gravity. “‘Bout time you woke up, dude.”

Dragging the chair back, he lazily sat down and let out a huge yawn. The bags under his eyes, despite being hereditary, looked a shade bit darker. Despite knowing they were given a 1 week vacation, he still kept studying and doing his homework in advance.

“Oi, extra!” Bakugo yelled from behind. “Get your food now before I throw it in the trash!”

That was something he could not get used to as quickly tho. Making his way to the common kitchen, he began to count the heads present but yours wasn’t there yet. Perhaps you were still sleeping. Grabbing himself some breakfast, he sat beside Kirishima who gladly gave him some space.

“So, where’s (Y/N)?” Kiri asked as he took in a spoonful of breakfast.

“Probably still sleeping.” Shinso replied. “Why?”

“Nah. But we are curious, though, are you two really just best friends?” His red eyebrow raised as he questioned the mini Aizawa of 2-A.

“We are.”

“Are you though?” Mina inserted herself as she sat beside the messy indigo haired boy. “You tend to stare a little longer when it comes to her~”

“She tends to be touchy when you're within her reach.” Denki added.

“When you’re not looking, she stares at you with lovey dovey eyes.” Even Deku joined in on the conversation.

“And your points are?” Shinso asked with such a deadpan expression. His tired look made them laugh a bit. In some ways, he was like a Todoroki before the UA sports festival. “Just because we're like that doesn’t mean there’s something going on between us.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I ask her out?” Kirishima asked. His eyes keenly observing his reaction. “I’ve been meaning to ask her but I just wanted to know if you’re cool with it.”

Shinso was quiet. Looking away from his acquaintance, his thought wandered off to you. Somehow, he found himself a little pissed that some guy would want to ask you out. For some reason, his heart beat increased at the mental image of you with this red haired dude instead of him.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” His answer was a bit hushed. "It's her life not mine."

For the rest of the meal, Shinso remained quiet. Staring intently at his food. He had failed to see the others staring at him with furrowed brows.

Signalling Kiri to stand up and leave, Mina accompanied him. Making sure they were seen heading up to your floor. From the corner of his eyes, he followed them till they disappeared. He only just realized he had been holding a rather long breath.

The doors of the building opened and his eyes landed on you. Hair slightly messy but it was downcasted by the brightness of your smile. A set of floating clothes accompanied you with shared laughter. You wore your signature oversized shirt and black leggings. Your favorite combo.

"You sure you don't have feelings for her?" Deku muttered.

His gaze never faltered and his hearing non-existent. Did he really have feelings? His breath hitched when your eyes met his. The way your eyes sparkled made his face heat up. Was it possible to look away when the smile on your face was for him?

Wait. His brows furrowed when you were now walking towards him. The answer to his morning question had now been answered.

Sitting beside him, you greeted Deku and him. Handing them a daifuku each.

"That's my shirt." Shinso commented as his fingers played with the sleeves. Meanwhile, Deku's ears were very much focused on the conversation happening before him.

"And your point is?" You teasingly replied. Poking his cheek as well.

'How can these two not be dating?' Deku thought.

"Is this the one of many?" His eyes staring at the shirt's print. This shirt was one of his favorites. But seeing you wear it gave it a whole different vibe. "My closet seems emptier ever since I moved in."

"You're not blaming me now, are you?" The smirk on your face was as brainwashing as his own quirk. Heck, it almost felt like once he'd answer, he'd fall into your trap.

"Give me my shirts back, (Y/N)..."

'Shirts? Are they sleeping together?' Deku's mind was doing cartwheels by now.

"Can I atleast keep 5?" You pouted and tugged on his arm. "I like wearing your shirts. They're warm and comfy and cozy just like you."

'Warm? Comfy? Cozy?!' At this point Deku went full on mumble mode in his head.

Shinso's jaw dropped but he managed to catch it on time. And did he hear it right? 5?

"How many shirts do you have (Y/N)?"

"8…" You looked away with redness in your cheek.

Ruffling your hair, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Fine." There it was again. The sparkle in your (e/c) eyes. "But only if I get to decide."

Taking his hand, you lead him straight to your room. Hands never letting go. By now, there was no use in denying that he had crossed the friendship line.

Inside your room, you opened your messy closet.

"Don't look."

A little too late on your part. Despite the jungle of clothes inside, he managed to catch a glimpse of a special corner where his clothes were neatly stacked.

One by one, he checked to see which among these he'd give to you. With each shirt, you told the story of why you stole it from his closet. It was all too amusing but cute at the same time. Whatever shirt he wanted you to have, he'd toss it to your face.

"You're… You're giving me all of them?"

"Not exactly." He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Just making you part owner. Is all."

You don't know what came to your mind, but you threw the shirts to a random discard pile. The next thing Shinso knew was that he felt your pillow underneath his head. Strands of your hair splayed on his face as you wrapped your arms tightly on his neck. He had to blink himself back to life.

Patting your back, all Shinso could do was hope this moment would last longer.

What he didn't know was how erratic your heart beats were. Sure, he was your best friend but you would be a liar if you didn't want to be something more than just a friend.

"Thank you for the shirts~" You finally broke the silence.

"Anything for you…"

"You have really fluffy hair~" Using your elbows to lift yourself, you took in the view of Shinso. His eyes were deep in thought yet the connection was still there. Your eyes widened when he tucked strands of hair behind your ear. Instantly, you felt heat travel to your cheeks.

"I like you wearing my clothes." Somehow, he had found the courage to brush his thumb on your cheek. His mind went blank except for 3 words he wanted to say. Just as he was about to say it… he closed his mouth and gently pushed you away.

"D-did I do something wrong?" The tone of your voice sent guilt down his system. "I'm sorry if I hugged you all of a sudden."

He couldn't bring himself to look at you. If he would then he might lose his resolve. Shaking his head, he stood up and waved his palm back and forth.

"It's nothing."

"Toshi?"

Gaddamnit. He hated hearing you like this.

"I can't ruin our friendship…" He uttered to himself. Just as his hand touched the door knob, he heard the shuffling of your bed followed by footsteps running towards him. A slight tug on his shirt told him you were clinging on to him.

"What if… What if I want to ruin to the friendship?"

Looking at you over his shoulder, he managed to catch a glimpse of your head hanging low. A few tears running down your cheek.

Turning around to face you, you let go of his shirt and used your hands to cover your face. Thankful you couldn't see him, a smirk formed on his face. It had been mutual all along and his friends were right.

"What did you say?" He faked the shock in his voice.

"I… I…"

"You want to ruin the what?" By now he couldn't help the cheeky growing grin on his face.

Letting out a long breath, you lowered your hands and stared at your cat socks.

"I like you, Toshi." Your voice was small but he heard you loud and clear. "I… wouldn't mind ruining friendship if it means we get to be something more."

You finally said it.

"So, can I kiss you?"

"Eh?" Lifting your head, your heart leaped at the sight of Shinso's lavender eyes. The way they drifted to your lips and back to your eyes made you want to fall flat on the ground due to the sensation of butterflies in your tummy.

"I guess it's a no then~"

Panicking, your hands found their way to his cheeks. Slightly squishing them making him pout. He looked all too adorable when he smiled through your hold.

Taking one step forward, you let go of his cheeks as your hands traveled down to his neck and stopping when they rested on his chest.

Shinso placed one hand on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Leaning in closer, he chuckled when you stood on your tippy-toes. By now, your noses were brushing and each exhale touched both your lips.

Before closing the gap, he whispered…

"To the ruined friendship?"

All you could do was smile and slide your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"To the ruined friendship."

With that, the two of you met halfway and savored the moment of finally letting go of your pent up feelings in favor of something much better.

Bonus:

"You think the plan worked?" Kiri asked Mina as they stared at your bedroom door.

"I think it did." Deku answered. "He seemed pretty shaken when you asked him the question."

Guess it wasn't just Shinso who could ruse people.

#shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #mha shinso hitoshi #shinso #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #shinso x reader #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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Batarou Headcanon - Special Valentine's Day

by: Little1993lamb for: Lilia / @hiro-gari

Word count: 1894 Warning: Lots of passionate kisses scene and makeout implication in the end between Garou and Badd, but nothing explicit.

Hewwo, I'm back again with more Batarou mini-headcanon! 🙋😆💕 Still Valentine's Day themed eventhough it's probably has ended already, but whatever we still got the spirit of it waah I'm so sorry for the lateness 😅😂

Okay let's start on the headcanon! 😋💝🍫

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After Garou moved into Badd's house and living together with the S-Class Hero, Garou and Badd become like chaotic bestfriends before they actually starts dating. They're already trusting and very comfortable with eachother, hence they didn't mind on doing some skinship as a way of showing affection.

Be it like flirting, old married couple bickering, holding hands, intimate hug, sleeping together, cuddling, snuggling, kisses but only as far as kiss on the cheek or light peck on the lips. Many people often mistaken them as a real dating couple because of that, not knowing Garou and Badd just messed with them by being affectionate to eachother for fun. They just love to tease those people with some more-than-friends PDA actings.

Sometimes Garou would asking Badd to act like boyfriends when he wanted to get special offering or even a discount for couple on cafe or restaurant or amusement park. Badd just rolled his eyes at Garou's stupid idea but agreeing to do that with him nonetheless. Besides, saving money by doing simple lovey dovey things with Garou? Why not?

Badd is gaining more benefits from it anyways, especially that he could becomes closer with Garou. Same with Garou, he likes it when Badd showing him his rare affectionate side ONLY for Garou...

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Then Valentine's Day has come. After going back from Hero Association's meeting, Badd was contemplating himself if he should buy an another gift for Garou aside for Zenko (which consisted of Amai Mask's rare autograph that he struggled himself to beg for that annoying idol hero, a big kitty plushie, and also a pack of premium caramel-filled chocolate truffle wrapped in cute designed box).

Because Badd wanted to appreciate his ongoing friendship with Garou, also limited budget as he already bought expensive gifts for Zenko, he decided to make a homemade chocolate cake for the wolfboy.

Fortunately Garou was still doing his part-time job at that afternoon, so Badd proceeded to bake the chocolate cake on home. He used his late mom's best recipe as his way to remember the memories they had spent together doing their cooking hobby. Also because Badd wanted to give Garou a special and meaningful present by making something he made by himself.

On the evening after celebrating mini Valentine's Day party with Zenko at home, Garou finally coming back home from work. Badd and Zenko welcomed him warmly then asking him to join dinner together with them.

Of course Garou more appreciating this kind of small family dinner but feels very homey than any luxury dinner at 5-star restaurant. He always dreamed about having family dinner with warm and cheerful setting, who truly cares for his well-being no matter what happen.

Now that he lives with Badd, Garou could enjoyed Badd's and Zenko's happy chatting with each other in front of him on every dinnertime and he also could eat many of his favorite food as much as much as he wanted. Or sometimes Badd even giving more food on his plate if he was being generous enough on that day.

Besides, he loves Badd's own cooking, too! Still tasted like 5-star gourmet meal but much better!

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Dinner time just ended and all the dish were cleaned already, Badd ordered Garou to take a shower before going to bed. And while Garou still in the shower, Badd prepared a surprise Valentine's Day for Garou. He took the cake from the fridge and placed it on top of small table in their shared bedroom while waiting for Garou to come out from the bathroom.

After Garou finished taking a bath and had changed with clean clothes, he found Badd sitting on the couch smiling proudly, then standing out and walking towards him while bringing a mini chocolate cake.

Badd said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Wolfboy! Here you go your special present, better appreciate it because I made it myself", before gently handing his homemade chocolate cake to Garou.

Days before Valentine's day, Garou often jokingly teasing Badd that he couldn't wait for Badd's handmade chocolate gift, which would earned Garou a flustered Badd everytime he said that. But of course Garou just kidding since he wasn't really sure if Badd likes him enough to actually gives him a present, because while they're already become bestfriends Garou couldn't help but secretly pining for Badd.

Garou was speechless, he just stared at the beautiful dessert gift from his bestfriend on his hands. It was a chocolate frosted cake with fresh raspberries decoration, also somehow Badd delicately added Garou's name and cute wolf paw signature written on top of the cake. A simple cake but feels very personal. And it's for him, too?? Nobody ever gives him personally handmade stuff to him before!

He still couldn't believe Badd went as far as spending whole afternoon just to prepare a Valentine gift for him. Garou was so moved by this.

So with a wide cheeky grin, he thanked Badd and start slicing the cake by a plastic knife. But he wasn't immediately eating it, instead Garou took Badd's hand, made him sitting on bedside together with him, then offered the hero to eat the cake together.

Badd was actually a bit surprised by Garou's offering since it was the gift for the wolfboy and not him, but since he asked nicely then why not. Plus he can tasted his own creation to know if it's good or not.

Except there was only a single fork available.

Badd was gonna get an extra fork from kitchen but Garou said it's alright, they can share one fork by taking turn on having a bite for the cake. Besides, he would be very glad to be handfed by Badd, anyways! Badd really wanted to smack Garou hard with a pillow but he resisted it, he desperately trying to not being flustered by Garou's words.

So here the two bestfriends, who secretly pining on each other, taking turn on eating the cake by a single fork only. Garou was enthusiastically ate the delicious cake whereas Badd just munching it while blushing. Only Badd was aware that they were basically doing an indirect kiss!

Perhaps not many people care enough about silly indirect kiss thing, yet Badd couldn't help but cares since it involved Garou. His dearly bestfriend who also his secret crush.

As they finished eating (mostly it was Garou's doing as he always takes a big chunk of the cake at once), Badd noticed that Garou has a buttercream smear on the corner of his lips. 'Garou is truly a messy eater', thought Badd as he shakes his head in amusement. Already used to do it with Zenko, he wiped the cream off from Garou's face with his finger then licking it in very casual manner like no big deal.

But Garou watched him, dumbstrucked with what Badd had just done to him a moment before. Then without thinking, he gets closer towards Badd, reaching his face and tilted it a bit before kissing him.

Garou kissed Badd's plushy lips, so softly but longing. Tasting the mixture of sweetness between chocolate and buttercream, with a fruity hint of fresh raspberry from remaining aftertaste in his mouth. Just like a dreamy first kiss experience of a teenager. He knows Badd probably wont forgive him to do all of this but Garou absolutely never regretting his choice.

On the other hand, Badd was in pure shocked state once Garou touched his lips with his own. The moment their lips collided in a slow passionate kiss, Badd was melted in Garou's arms. He should be shoving the wolfboy off from him or slap his face. And yet he instead pulling Garou much closer to him as he clung his arms around the white haired teen, deepened their sweet kiss in the process.

After they run out of oxygen, they both released the lip-locking activity to take a quick breath before resuming their kiss again. Now even more eager than the first attempt as they poured their whole heart content onto eachother, letting the other know what they have been feeling after all this time.

Slowly, Garou laid Badd down on the bed without breaking their kiss. Badd embraced him tighter, one hand clutching on Garou's back and the other hand on Garou's short spiky hair. They keep doing such intimate act for some hot minutes until finally Garou ended it and released Badd from the kiss.

He gazed at Badd's face, who currently breathing hard, eyes hooded with barely hidden passion, and face blushing so red like a tomato. But then Garou saw his tender smile on his plushy pink lips, Badd looked so pretty with those rare soft smile that only reserved for him only.

He could feel Badd's hand slowly caressing his cheek, stroked it with so much affection, as if he wanted to convey his true feeling even more clearly to Garou. It encouraged Garou to also confessed his feeling for the beautiful hero.

"Love you, Short-stack. So much that I don't know if I can hide it from you any longer.. Sorry for suddenly kissing you out of nowhere-"

A finger touched his lips, sealing it shut for a moment.

"Shussh it's okay no need to apologize. I already know. Me too, Wolfboy..", those tender smile still hasn't left Badd's lips, instead it got more brighter than ever.

Realizing his love has been reciprocated already, Garou let out a loud chuckle before dipped down to rub his nose on Badd's own excitedly before nuzzled his soft cheek, giving the smaller man a shower of little kisses on his cheeks, forehead, then his lips.

Badd was just as happy as Garou, he laughed along with him now that finally they leveled up their relationship into boyfriends after all of these silly mutual pinings for months. He accepted Garou's feeling right away, thinking he was so lucky they're become together in a very special day to any lovers: Valentine's Day.

So maybe upcoming dating anniversary for every Valentine's Day, perhaps?

Garou's gentle caress on his hair brings him back from his deep thoughts, he showed that trademark cocky smirk to Badd before asking, "Shall we do it again, hmm, babe?". He licked his own lips suggestively as a joke to tease Badd more further, making himself looked like a hungry wolf before devouring his delicious prey.

But who said Badd was an easy prey without fighting back? Of course he knows Garou was only joking, but the hotheaded hero wont let him gets whatever he wanted easily. If Garou wanted some dominance over him, he must earned it.

With a wide taunting grin, Badd accepted Garou's challenge, "Ooh you bet! Don't regret your decision, Moon Moon", before kissing him hard. He clung onto Garou and flipped him over on the bed so now Badd was on top of Garou, straddling his torso before proceed to continue their makeout session.

Garou couldn't hold a happy smile between their heated kisses, what a more better way to spending time on special event with your bestfriend-turned-into-newly-boyfriend than this? He let Badd enjoyed a brief dominance on him for awhile before he caught Badd off-guard, taking back the victory by flipping him over again, making the hero submitted to Garou.

Garou smirked when he saw Badd's tender yet teasing smile under him. This gonna be a long night.

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Notes:

So how was it? Was this good? 😳✨ Aaaa I'm sorry this ended up being a mix of silly, fluffy, and a bit pervy, lmao! But don't worry trust me they just went as far as doing usual horny makeout between teenagers and not going past there (yet), ahahaha 😜😂

Because they only just start dating, right? They wanted to take it slow and of course Garou would respected any of Badd's decision because he loves him so much, then in turn Badd would appreciate any of Garou's adorkable effort in dating attempts 😊💕

But maybe in the near future they eventually would take the things more further hmm.. 😎✨

Anyways, there I give you (belated) Batarou Valentine's Day present! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it~ 😚😘❤💜💙💚💛💖💝🍫🌹💐

Special thanks for: @hiro-gari , @the-goddessfighter , @kaincuro , @guby1620 , @garous-nipple , @jusqu-une-etudiante ,and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas , also all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! (idk if the tagging worked but I love to mention you all, guys! hope you don't mind ilysm 😆💕💖)

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

oh my god I’m-

This is so cute and fluffy and perfect hnnnnngh 😭💕 I love their little nicknames for each other too oml choked on my drink cause I haven’t thought about Moon Moon in years and it made me laugh so hard

Thank you for the Valentine’s fluff anon!! Who cares what day it is we need the L O V E💖✨

someone pls let me know if the tags work also!!

#i’m drunk on the fluff #thank you 💖#I’m so sorry if the tags haven’t been working 🙇‍♀️ 😓#technologically challenged #batarou #garou #metal bat #opm #submission #anon #headcanon

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thesagedahlia · 4 years

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🕊Cassie: A Caged Bird Set Free🕊

When it comes to Cassie, I do find it unfortunate that all she ever was associated with was being Diddy's girlfriend for a good chunk of her youth. I always felt she could have been a larger star had she gotten from under Diddy, but I always felt she had potential to take other paths in her career. I truly believe it was the lifestyle that kept Cassie with him, because she never struck me as a "happy woman" being with him. Diddy is a pretty toxic individual, that's plain as day, but I don't feel he would ever own up to abuse that he put ANY of his women through, let alone Cassie (when I say 'abuse', I'm speaking generally & not directly relating this to solely physical abuse). Seeing Cassie with Alex & her new family? THAT'S happiness. No matter what I pick up in the cards I put down, I refuse to deny the complete 180° Cassie's story took; from being on the arm of a powerful mogal, to being with a true soulmate & feeling the high of life. I always believed that Cassie was meant to have a certain lifestyle, & I never saw her wanting to be in the public eye all her life. I never wanted Cassie to stay with Diddy because I knew she was going to want her life back one day, & that's exactly what happened.

**DISCLAIMER**

I am not declaring, nor am I insinuating, that anything I say in my predictions are true accounts of any of the parties involved. This reading is for entertainment purposes only, & should only taken as such. All in good fun, folks 🤷🏾‍♀️🧿

🕊What is Cassie's default demeanor/personality❔

She has a lot of compassionate & divine/magical energy, & she is a person that is always seeking for knowledge. She truly has the best intentions in mind for other people, & she is the type of person to help those in need without expecting anything in return. She has woken up to her self & her own personal power, but she is denying her emotional truth. I get there might be a masculine energy watching over her as well, could be a family member or an ancestor. I feel like when it comes to how she is truly feeling, she is able to trick others into believing that she is okay, & I think she does a lot of that with her husband. He is very protective of her & she likes to ease his worries about how she feels, but I feel like he knows when she's trying to brush off her anxieties/sadness. She does this to avoid a confrontation or conflicting conversation that will upset her. She has coping mechanisms when it comes to leaving people out of her emotional current, & again, this is something that Alex is starting to notice. She is still holding onto her trauma & she hides it with excessive enthusiasm, but she could be coping with either depression or deep sadness. I feel she is coming out of it & she is slowly recovering because she still feels a little defensive when it comes to have something that feels like a blessing to be taken away from her; she has up an emotional wall but Alex is helping it slowly, but surely, come down. What is also showing up here is that she has a love for art of all forms, & she is even talented in many pursuits herself; I feel like she has many more (secret) talents that a lot of people don't know. We definitely don't know Cassie as much as we may seem, there is definitely so much more to her.

🕊What is surrounding Cassie at this time❓

I'm actually getting a gross energy trying to get to her (I have psychic reasoning to believe it's Diddy), & it honestly feels like it is something that's trying to distress her. I have a feeling Diddy, people from Diddy's camp, who are mutual friends of Diddy, or people close to Diddy, try to get through to her via social media, but they may be people trying to keep tabs for Diddy or he may be trying to get back in with her as a friend, through others. I feel she is suspecting that this person (we can speculate that is Diddy; this person has had a possessive, deceitful energy, & she has a history of love with) well try to gain sympathy for their past together in the public eye. She doesn't seem to trust this person due to a checkered past (now who else would that be?). Meanwhile, Cassie is in a more stable/secure place in her life, & this kind of stress is the last thing she needs. It really feels like a dark cloud that is looming over her & trying to get to her. Either she has been hearing from him recently or she is going to be hearing from him soon. I feel she tries not to let it get to her, but I feel it interferes with her focus on her marriage at times. She has been coming into her own since she released herself from the past, which allowed her to neglect herself by being devoted to a fault. Since releasing from the past, Cassie has been redirected on to her correct path all at once. I still feel she has her days, but her marriage with her husband helps her to heal. She's awakened a lot since Diddy, & she is seeing the truth of her past with him through the emotional fog. She's been working hard to heal her heart chakra, & she feels like she's finally reaching a place of emotional security. I feel a big worry for her is allowing herself to open to abuse, as she's done in the past. I feel there are times where she can't be open about these things with her husband because she doesn't want him to worry about that. She is wanting to move on from the hurt that has been having a hold on her, & she doesn't have any intent on rehashing her past, since there is a lot of sadness she still feels; stuff like trauma that doesn't go away overnight, that will take her some time to heal from.

🕊What was the relationship dynamic between Cassie & Diddy❔

I'll tell you there wasn't much love on either side of the fence within this connection. For Cassie, she is very artistically & intuitively inclined, & she was determined to make a stable foundation for herself. I feel like she was able to keep a professional relationship with Diddy & that was where she wanted to keep it. She even had an entrepreneurial spirit that had plans she wanted to execute. Unfortunately for her, Diddy was in a controlling energy when it came to what was going to be done with her career. Diddy on the other hand had every intention to fulfill a desire, or muse with Cassie. In fact, I'll go as far as to say that he had power to block any opportunities that she could possibly achieved without him. He himself was acting out through a childhood trauma & wounding. Diddy was dealing with a lot of demons (I won't say hes necessarily faced (all of) them) which allowed him to project his saboteur energy on to his relationship with Cassie, which also made its way into her career. Cassie was able to financially capitalize off of the way she looked without compromising the power of her own spirit; then comes Diddy. I won't say that she was forced to stay with him under his will, in fact she was free to do whatever she wanted, but only as long as it was with Diddy & it was within his personal restrictions. She's seen that man's shadow on many occasions, as we can imagine, & as she seen that overtime he allowed them to grow & thrive, much to her disdain. She has thought to leave the situation many a times before actually leaving. Diddy, in many ways, was trying to recapture his youth with Cassie, & it was actually a total drain of her own personal power. They created a toxic trauma/soul tie with each other, which is why Cassie is still uneasy about it & why it took her so long to leave. I don't want to speculate too much regarding pregnancies, but I see a miscarriage or loss of a child being what finally brought her to her senses. She knew she wasn't going to get anything good out of being with him, & she had intense feelings & reasons to believe that he wasn't going to change/grow with her. So their relationship wasn't on a lovey-dovey side, not even in the least bit.

🕊 Will Cassie & Diddy reconnect; as friends❓

For Cassie, right now is a no, & I don't think she's sure about the future for the time being. She's very cognizant of his power & what he is capable of, & she doesn't believe he will change.

As for Diddy, Cassie's expectations seem to be correct, he's not going to be able to grow enough for her. I feel like it will take him to open up his being to heal his trauma; he has too much pride to admit it to himself, let alone heal it. He would not reach out in a genuine manner right now, that's for sure.

🕊 What is surrounding Cassie & Alex Fine's marriage at this time❔

Right now, they seem to be hitting a rough patch, & it seems like there have been instances where Diddy, or people within his camp or close to him, has already trying to reach out & get in touch with Cassie. It feels like they've dealt with the 'elephant's in the room, which was the fact that she is still hearing from him, but Alex still feels a certain type of way about it, though he chooses to mask how he truly feels to his wife. He feels like he is fighting for her, or fighting to be with her, while Cassie finds this connection that she has with Alex to be a spiritually healing one; she has changed a lot, thanks to this marriage. She feels Alex/this connection has rescued her, & she believes this was a blessing/gift from her ancestors. I do feel Alex believes in Cassie's love for him, & he loves/trusts her in return; it's Diddy, & anyone associated with him, is what he doesn't trust. Alex feels Diddy is very unpredictable & unstable, based off of what his wife has told him, but I feel they have been open about nearly everything; what Alex DOESN'T speak on is his disdain & paranoia regarding the whole thing. He has a respect & recognition for her that he heavily rewards her with his loyalty. I feel he is a source for a lot of beautiful words & great advice to offer her as well, & she definitely learns from him, just as he learns from her. I feel Cassie's ancestors come to her & give her guidance dealing with Diddy's pop-ups & she is more aware of how to handle it; which is really to ignore him while she's trying to eject him from her system. It was a point where she would be on the verge of breaking down but her husband has been helping her through that. It really feels like they are trying to get over a dark cloud in their marriage, but they intend to be okay within the connection. I feel Alex has actually posed a threat along the lines of, "If you keep hear from them again, I'm going to say something", & I wouldn't be surprised if he already has. Overall, they're in a happy space together as a couple, & they continue to teach & uplift each other.

🕊 Will the Fine's marriage last for the long haul❓

There is potential for a long lasting marriage, but there is still this conflicting energy that is underlying & leaving one (or both) of them guarded. I'm getting that their meeting was destined & divinely orchestrated & it has room to go far, though there is still an unpredictability that needs sorting out. Despite there being the energy of opposites attracting one another, there is still love here that is unconditional. Concrete emotions/feelings have been established between them, but there is still external strife regarding an expected outcome (of a message). I feel legal action suggested to be taken after concern of this income. This feels like people who have caused stress or who was a part of her past life (with Diddy) that still try to reach out to Cassie, which causes her to have some stresses over it. I feel if a restraining order hasn't already been established, they are in talks with a lawyer about their options; they feel like Diddy is a huge concern for Cassie's mental/emotional health, as if he has ways of getting to her which she may be expectant of (I doubt any of this will be publicized, they plan to have a very private marriage life). I see her ancestors/guides pushing her to heal these parts of her that feels stagnant because of her past. Like I said before, she's getting there despite still having her moments. Despite dealing with this dark cloud energy, Cassie & Alex are actively building towards the future & have a 'wait & see' attitude about everything. There is emotional healing/purging that needs to happen before she could get into a confident place in her marriag, & the sense that she can brief about anxieties from the past. One thing I did see is that Cassie may want to branch out onto her own profession/career that she is passionate about but may be having some fears about how it will go & a part of her is worried that Diddy will be surface in her life in some way. Until she can heal from this trauma, she will be able to fully enjoy her marriage in confidence.

🕊 What lies in the future for Cassie + advice for her❔

Cassie will be facing her own emotional cycles, as well as fulfilling familial obligations. All of this new energy and experiences are able to be teachable on both ends of the spectrum; She is growing & learning with her husband & daughter, & she will be uncovering her true self in the process. She will be going through major changes/cycles that may take her through highs & lows, but it is all in an effort to achieve peace & balance in her life. She isn't finished with dealing with dark days where her emotions are uncontrollable, but she still plans to move forward. She's working through an energy that has made it hard to trust others, but Alex means her well so she is finding it easy to trust him, thereby learning to be open with others again in a more "organically Cassie" way. I feel there is a lot of inner turmoil that she isn't acknowledging or that she is holding onto. Caring for her daughter is helping to teach her patience and love in all forms. There is a duality that needs to be understood instead of oppressed. I also feel she has a lot of ideas/projects that she may want to invest in, but she never acted on that calling because of what she would be up against. I expect her to be very lowkey about her life in the public, as well as her marriage, & she may not even shared these passions or desires with many people. She believes she is destined to heal others through her own healing and that is her exact approach and motive from here on out (a career move she decides to take will probably be a reflection of that). She's allowing her ancestors/spirit team to guide her & she is working on her surrender to trust to the higher workings.

Advice: Cassie may be trying to heal a wounded energy child of hers. She may need to be careful expressing her pain or sadness their self destructive or uncontrolled ways. She has to be careful not to take on the world problems as her own, as well as an undiscovered or unexplored temper/anger that can build-up & manifest into something out of her control. There is also an issue of her being entrapped in her head that may be less than helpful to her. Cassie knees to allow all of herself to crumble what she is clinging on to so she can become inspired again; a 'destroy & rebuild' tactic. She should come to realize all in her life that is beautiful & find faith in being 100% open to any and all possibilities available to her. She needs to focus on lifting the veil around all that she use to allow as truth; she must have more of an questioning approach to everything. Anything unaligned with her spirit will need to be removed from her life, whether by her own doing or by the hand of spirit. She needs to approach things as a mediator for her own personal energy; she needs to be able to have neutral motives or fairness when it comes to herself & others, & she needs to establish the proper boundaries that will protect herself from those who mean her harm.

🕊 BONUS QUESTION:

😤 How does Alex Fine feel about Diddy + his kids (mainly his sons)❓

Alex feels Diddy is plotting behind the scenes, as he has actively tried to get under Cassie, & his, skin. He may be worried that Cassie's grief toward him is romantic, which is far from true. He harbors a lot of resentment for Cassie's past, & he doesn't trust that Diddy won't try to keep resurfacing. He also feels personally that Diddy thinks too highly of himself & his negative judgment of reality. He doesn't agree with his lifestyle, but he feels his motives/actions are coming from a hurt place. Alex's overall view of the Combs' brothers is that they are 'grown up products' of their father & to see them go down a certain route would be unfortunate to him. He also feels grief for 2/3s of the boys' loss of their mother (he slightly feels this grief for Diddy as well, which he feels contributes to his theory), & he finds it unfortunate they don't have a positive influence in their father. He does believe Diddy has some demons & darkness that dwells within him & that he is an unstable person.

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