#(Because it can sometimes be partly that. Not trying to put words in Anon's mouth here!!)

[my-writings-and-musings]

Earthspark Frenzy, Ravage, and Laserbeak start to notice that Soundwave (Aka their dad) becoming a bit more…’friendly’ with their human ally (*wink wink*). One morning, after Soundwave and the human had gone away on an ‘mission’ and and just returned to their little base in the early hours of the morning when they though the cassettes would still be in recharge, but they thought wrong. Frenzy decides to be a little shit and asks, “So~ does that mean we can except a little brother or sister sometime soon?”

I wheezed out loud at this one and then started thinking about it and now I want to write this and a whole host of other Earthspark fics invoicing human/bot babies. Thank you very much for this anon, I've been waiting for a reason Hehehehehehe...

(Headcanon Note; I fully imagine bots can knock up humans with lil bot babies that grow into full size Cybertronians. Partly because I like the idea of the Allspark creating a species that can reproduce universally as some kind of all-life-is-connected thing, and also because I just prefer alien to human babies.)

Apologies for the tangent, now on with the story! I hope you enjoy, and if you like my writing style you can always commission me!

"Wassup?"

Hearing Frenzy's voice surprised you out of your light doze, and you snapped your head up to find the three Minis up and awake in the tiny "kitchen" you'd all set up in the main area of the bunker. Soundwave acknowledged his Cassetes with a nod, just as tired as you were after the mission that had dragged into the early morning hours. Seated atop his shoulders, you did the same, waving and trying not to yawn as you rubbed the sleep from your tired eyes.

"Morning, everyone..." you greeted as warmly as you could, grumbling stomach reminding you why you hadn't asked to head straight for the bedroom to pass out. Soundwave raised a cupped servo for you to crawl into, his sharp claws curling protectively about your tiny form as he dropped to one knee and set you down. You were too tired to care how your hand lingered on his after grabbing on for support, and found yourself smiling up at him in a bit of a daze.

"I will initiate recharge. Join me after your rations." he said simply, utilizing a much broader vocabulary for you as he often did. Frenzy made a sound like a cough, and in the corner of your eye you saw her quickly put down a cup of energon to clear her vents. Soundwave left at that, and you set about pouring yourself a bowl of cereal for some much needed breakfast before bed. Just thinking of curling up in your little spot in the crook of his arm had you struggling to keep your eyes open...

"Back so late you're early, huh Y/N?" Frenzy asked after you'd fetched what you needed, briefly confusing your tired brain before you put her words together. Sitting down at the little salvaged table, you sat opposite the three and tried to stir up enough neurons to be conversational.

"You could say that. The mission took a bit longer than we planned, but we got what we needed." you explained, trying to stay conscious long enough to pour milk over your cereal.

"We weren't too worried. The two of ya have been spending a lot of quality time together of late, we were sure you were using the night well." Laserbeak added, bobbing his helm in confirmation. There seemed to be the faintest hint of a grin on his beak, but you didn't look too deeply into the expression, even as Frenzy snorted at his words. It was quite normal for them to be amused by their own antics, so you were hardly suspicious, and didn't even notice Ravage observing you in silence.

"Guess you can't wait to get back the berth." Frenzy continued, smirking over her glass as you shoveled cereal into your mouth. Not reading into any of their questions, you nodded, thinking of how Soundwave would probably be recharging by the time you joined him. It would feel incredible to just sink in with your blankets and pillows and sleep next to his warm frame. "You two must love sharing that thing."

"Yeah, no point in wasting space." you agreed as you got to the milk at the bottom, thinking purely in literal terms thanks to sleep deprivation. A single glance would have allowed you to see that Frenzy was biting her lip to keep her giggles in check while Laserbeak did much the same, all while Ravage tried to pretend he wasn't affiliated with either of them, but you merely continued talking without a thought. "It's at such a premium down here, we're practically on top of each other half the time."

This time you recognized the sound Frenzy made as a barely restrained chuckle, but when you looked up for clarification, it was Laserbeak that spoke.

"For you and Soundwave, it's way more than half." he said with a snicker. Though their double meaning was so obvious you should have caught on straight away, all you had the capacity to do was tilt your head over your cereal, the wheels of your brain doing their best to try and figure out why these bots were acting so strange.

"What?" you pressed, your direct question coming just as Ravage swatted his tail at the avian bot.

"Nothing." Laserbeak replied with mock innocence after ignoring the hit, grin never once leaving his beak.

"He's just goofing around." Frenzy said to calm your concerns, waving off the other mini in a good natured tease. Figuring they were all just involved in a game, you shrugged and brought the bowl to your lips to finish, getting about halfway through the sweetened milk before the cassette broke the silence.

"But for real, when can we expect a little brother or sister?"

You half choked on the milk and sprayed the rest over the table, eyes bulging as you finally understood everything that had been implied up to that point.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe #tfes #soundwave x reader #transformers x reader #x reader #human reader #self insert #bot babies #sparklings #cassettes #frenzy #laserbeak #ravage #tf imagines #tf

[ducknotinarow]

2012

Raphael, will you ever be able to truly forgive Donatello? Or will you two never be real brothers, and friends, again?

|Anon asks

Raphael sulking away in his room was not new it was partly why he kept his room as he did. One of the furthest ones away, nice and dark his main source a light a plastic jack-o-lanter, with nothing more than a small led candle inside it. Yet the soft yellow light was enough to flood out from the eye and mouth cut outs. To make it not to dark to find one's way in the room. With out being to bright at the same time, just enough to be able to see when he needed to. It was a nice set up for him, drawn out his brothers annoyances. Having a nice quite space to himself. Well when no one was bragging in of course, but a closed door and stop sign on it didn't seem to be enough for him to have that. Maybe he can steal a few more street signs to put on it or maybe even find like caution tape? Or figure out a way to put a damn lock on his door.

Training was done for the day, they didn't have anything to really take them topside. No foot clan going on to look into. No kranng seemed to be around. No mutants up to no good or any humans even. Casey was in class by now, so didn't wanna bother then. Guy got distracted enough. Leo seemed set up to watch his dumb space heros show, and Mikey for once wanted to be alone as well as he left to chill in his room to read comics. Donatello he assumed was going into his lab. When they all sort of started to split off. Raphael hadn't even bothered to try and act like he was even listening. He was still feeling sore with Donatello he guessed.

Assuming he would get over it himself eventually he always did eventually. Sort of. Okay was it really getting over it if he just decided to drop it but let it fester over time? Maybe not. It's just hard to set words to his emotions sometimes and he couldn't explain all of what he felt when it came to Donnie lately. Moving to sit up from his bed disrupting his own comfort as he fixed his sights over to Savage and Chompy. Little tikes seemed tucker out still. Must be nice be a normal turtle well one normal turtle one alien but close enough right? He felt guilty for the thought for so many reasons but he missed Spike. Just for times like this. Moving to turn and look at the bookcase right behind his bed grabbing at a photo he really needed to re frame it. Mikey, in the front with Leo and Donnie in the back. Raphael had taken the photo and kept it for himself. Slash broke the frame and he still hadn't gotten around to re-framing the image but kept it. He like the photo. As his focus settled on to Donatello specifically.

"Kind a funny Don, normally all my pent-up issues go towards Leo. Feels werid if 'm be honest 'hats its you now." He sighs, feeling a sudden chill come over the back of his neck. As if his words he thought were locked away in the back of his mind were given shape and formed into a being to speak them near his side.

Raphael, will you ever be able to truly forgive Donatello? Or will you two never be real brothers, and friends, again?

Raphael let his brow knot up, matching how his thoughts seemed to become over the same question. Annoyed that out of all things, it was this that could be given words to apply to or worse be given a voice. Because it was a fear so deeply seeded into him lately.

"I hate you damn fuckers." He dose at least voice it before lowering the photo to his bed sheets. Letting his hand rest over his face as he rub at his eyes deeply.

Memories come across his mind. They were all maybe the same age they don't actually know. They don't even know thier real ages they always based it off the day they mutated the same went for thier brithday. But for whatever reason, Raphael and Don always claimed they were twins. While it was hear for answers right?

"Don and I just seem so in tune with each other. I swear he can feel when I'm hurt. When I try to hide it, he knows, so it doesn't work. When it came to Leo's placement as leader and I was a jerk. I knew Donnie would go along with my side. Sure we fight and I get pissed at him but...I always felt like he had my shell." Raphael expresses "an' I always had his! Fuck with the whole April thing I had his back!"

Suddenly moving to stand up as he threw his arms up into the air, recalling it all. "I didn't think it work out. But he was so sure it would and then what?! He would have gotten hurt he was so clearly in love. Well maybe? Maybe at the idea I dunno. But I wanted to protect him from getting hurt like that. But when Casey had an intrest? I stuck to Donnies side even though I didn't want any part of it I kind of had to be. And I picked Donnie. Over my best friend. Because because..." Words dying into the air his sudden brust of anger going along with its.

"Because my brothers come first." Raph stood in the middle of his room, really reflecting off those words to himself.

It had always been something he knew. No matter what, it was always true. His brothers always came first no matter what was going on he was always there for them. Like when Don was sick. "I can't imagine not having Donnie in my life."

Falling back on to his bed the stupid Grey no faced mutant seemed to take its leave at last. But all that mattered to Raphael was that last thought.

#muse| hamato rapheal #table reading || anon ask

[ndcultureis]

nd culture is not really connecting to the fact that you are human in a human body for many reasons, external or internal.

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#Neurodivergent culture is #Neurodivergent culture #Actually neurodivergent #Yeah no I totally get that mate. #tw depersonalization #(Because it can sometimes be partly that. Not trying to put words in Anon's mouth here!!)

[devildomdisaster]

Hi can I ask for the reaction of the demon brothers to the mc who always behaves fearlessly, but is afraid of a sharp clap and hides behind them?

Hi anon, this is my first ask for this blog so I hope it's what you wanted.

I got a bit carried away with this one so it ended up a bit long.

Normally fearless mc who hides behind the brothers after a loud noise

Lucifer:

Initially, Lucifer thinks that a human who has little to no magic ability (at least at first) is going to be helpless and frightened of almost everything. This is the Devildom after all, and demons would love to eat a sweet human soul.

But you routinely stand up not only to his brothers but to him.

Honestly, he finds it frustrating.

With no way to intimidate you Lucifer’s normal tactics to ensure proper behavior are rendered useless.

Not only that but you encourage his brothers to act up as well.

But your fearlessness has also endeared you to him.

Even more pride than normal radiates off him when he sees you put some lower-level demon or his brothers in their place. Even if he has to step in sometimes.

Lucifer discovers your fear as you walk into Ristorante Six and a waiter drops a tray of drinks behind you as you are being shown to your table

The tray hits the ground with a loud clatter

Lucifer turns at the noise but otherwise thinks little of the situation

You however are immediately hidden behind him, hands fisted tightly around handfuls of the back of his coat

He is surprised but quickly schools his expression into one of concern.

His first thought is if you are alright, did something on the tray somehow hit you?

He turns to you, taking your clenched fists into his hands.

For all intents and purposes you seem physically fine just…scared. Truly frightened.

Later when you have calmed down he might ask you about your reaction. But for now he will simply comfort you.

He pulls you into his arms whispering lowly into your ear, “there is nothing that can hurt you while I am here Mc. It’s alright.”

Once your breathing has slowed he’ll ask if you’d like to leave and go back to the house of lamentation.

If you were just startled he’ll spend the evening as planned, although he is far more aware of the movement of the surrounding demons. And any possible loud noises that could startle you again.

If you do want to go home he will gladly take you, he’ll propose a quieter evening, relaxing in his study listening to his records perhaps?

Mammon:

Oh, his fearless human!

He is oh so impressed at your bravery.

It’s almost reckless at times how little fear you seem to have in the face of demons.

This boy loves to watch you stand up to other demons or handle situations that others would consider frightening (especially for humans).

Your fearlessness makes you the perfect partner in crime for his schemes.

He loves the rush of getting away with his schemes and loves having you there to share that rush with even more.

Of course, when you do participate in his less than honest scheming, or even his honest ones, he is always there to protect you.

Watching you be fearless is fun but if anything could actually hurt you he is always aware of it. Ready to step in front of you at any moment. You’re his human after all. It wouldn’t due to have something harm you when he can prevent it.

You’re not even outside the house of lamentation when a rather peeved Lucifer comes into the kitchen. “Mammon!” he thunders with a loud slap of his hands on the counter.

You jump behind Mammon, face pressed into his back

One of Mammon’s arms unconsciously reaches behind him to shield you even more.

He is shocked at your reaction but the instinct to protect you kicks in instantly.

“Lucifer” Mammon warns quietly with a quick glance towards you behind him “could we maybe do this later I think Mc…” He trails off

Once Lucifer is gone, seeming to have gotten the gist of the situation, Mammon turns to you. one hand stroking your head gently until you look at him.

“Hey, Mc you’re ok. What’s gotten into ya?”

“The noise” you mumble. Half embarrassed, half still trying to calm your racing heart.

“Geez Mc, ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout stuff like that when I’m around”

He doesn’t quite understand why a loud noise would scare you but is more than willing to listen if you want to explain.

Levi

Levi doesn’t get you.

How can some magicless normie human not be afraid in the Devildom? Surrounded by actual demons? Whatever it’s not like he gets normies anyway.

But then he gets to know you and he actually likes you. You’re his Henry now, his player 2 or… whichever you prefer Mc. Even admitting this to himself is sometimes so hard.

Your whole fearlessness thing still confuses him, but it’s impressive too.

He enjoys being able to play horror games with you or watch horror anime without you being terrified.

It’s like nothing phases you. You can face down anything the Devildom throws at you. Levi thinks you’re so cool, it’s almost not fair!

He kind of wonders what actually scares you

He finds out one night when Asmo throws the door to his room open so hard it bounces off the wall with a loud slam.

Asmo is crowing about family bonding night and repainting Levi’s nails “because gaming isn’t all that matters Leviathan, and you should have been in the living room half an hour ago!”

Levi groans at Asmo’s outburst. Then pauses, blinks slowly, and realizes you’re hidden behind him quaking in…in fear?

His demon form slips out quietly and he wraps his tail around your waist protectively.

He doesn’t understand why you’re frightened but he’s got you covered normie.

“Ohhh, I didn’t know you were playing that kind of game!” Asmo grins purposely misreading the situation. “You and Mc can come down when you’re done.” he sings, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

Levi’s face is so red, he opens and closes his mouth several times before any words make it out.

“M-mc did did Asmo do something to you? or?” He’s trying to figure out what’s got you so scared.

But he’s still so flustered from Asmo’s teasing that he can’t turn to face you. Instead, he keeps his tail protectively and hopefully comfortingly around your waist.

“No” you sniff “the noise. When the door, it just”

“Oh, good. Not good-good! I mean good that Asmo didn’t do anything.”

You’re both silent for a long moment as Levi composes himself and turns around. Levi finally has time for his surprise to hit him. This is what you are afraid of? He never would have guessed. Still, he doesn’t think any less of you. How could he? Everyone’s got their things, their fears.

“Thanks, Levi,” You say, tapping his tail gratefully.

You get to watch the red bloom across his face this time.

Satan

You being fearless is intriguing and impressive.

He has read about all sorts of phobias and a part of him wants to expose you to some common ones just to see if any of them scare you.

But he won’t.

He likes you too much for that.

You aren’t afraid of pranking Lucifer with him.

Or of late-night library searches, or cursed books, or most importantly of him.

He expected you to be afraid of him, he is the avatar of wrath after all, and his anger can and has made him lose control.

But you're not the least bit afraid of him. He truly appreciates that.

While cooking dinner the loud clatter of a pot falling to the floor and splashing its contents to the ground makes him curse and then sigh, but it makes you jump behind him.

hm? Oh. Oh!

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other clutching his shirt, it only takes a moment for him to recognize your fear.

He realizes pretty quickly that it must have been the loud noise.

There’s a part of him, the same part that had wanted to test you for hidden phobias, that is immensely satisfied with this new information about his favorite human. Excited even.

Satan feels that knowing there is something that scares you makes you more real.

He almost chuckles at your reaction.

Instead, he guides you to a seat and as he straightens lets his knuckles brush your cheek gently.

“Are you alright Mc?”

He waits until the shock and fear have worn off before cleaning up the mess on the floor.

He knew there had to be something that scared you, he just hopes this fear isn’t tied to any…unpleasant people or situations in your life. Just the thought of that erases all his satisfaction at discovering your fear.

If you’re still a bit rattled he’ll keep you distracted, while he finishes cooking, with tales of the Devildom and the new installment of his favorite mystery show or the new novel he’s reading that he thinks you might like.

If you have recovered he’ll gladly accept your help finishing dinner.

Asmo

Asmo loves your fearlessness.

He thinks it makes you even more attractive.

He says that other than your magical potential it was one of the things that led him to make a pact with you.

“Nothing seemed to phase you, I just had to know more!”

Drags/brings you shopping a lot partly just to watch you stare rude demons down.

Of course, he is always there just in case a demon doesn’t get the point, but he takes a kind of pleasure in seeing demons try and fail to intimidate you, before leaving in shock and shame at being unable to scare a mere human.

He doesn’t let you get into dangerous situations if he can help it. Being confident and fearless is all well and good Mc, but you are still a human and demons can be dangerous.

During one of your shopping trips, there is a loud clap of excitement from a demon when they find what they were looking for.

You gasp and duck behind Asmo.

He turns an amused smile on his face.

“Mc, how can you possibly help me look for my size when you…oh!

As he sees your face he understands. You’re afraid.

He is flattered that you chose to hide behind him for protection. He thinks it shows how much you truly trust him.

He takes your hand in his, even as his head tilts slightly trying to figure out what scared you.

It all clicks a moment later. The noise.

He grips your hand a bit tighter and guides you out of the store, away from the situation.

Asmo knows that your reaction could have just been from being startled but he also knows that it could be tied to a deeper fear of something or someone.

He hopes you were just startled but makes sure you know that he will always protect you from your fears. Minor or serious.

If you let him he will have a whole self-care spa day with you after you get back to the house of lamentation.

Beel

Beel is impressed by a fearless human.

Especially one with little to no magic when first coming to the Devildom.

But he is also concerned for you.

He worries you might do something reckless.

So he makes sure to be around in order to make sure you stay safe.

Will 100% eat a lesser demon who tries to harm you.

Beel wants you to be safe.

But he is glad that your fearless nature gives you the confidence to explore more of the Devildom than just RAD classes.

He is so happy when you want to go somewhere new with him, maybe to a restaurant or cafe you haven’t tried yet.

The first time you hide behind him is after the wind blows a chair over at a nearby table outside a cafe.

You are on your feet in an instant

And in the next, you are almost cowering behind him.

Beel is startled.

He doesn’t understand why you seem so afraid.

But he pulls you into his arms anyway.

Beel comes right out and asks you about your reaction.

When you explain that it was the loud noise Beel nods.

He wants to ask if you were just startled or if there is more to your fear but doesn’t want to overstep.

He’ll wait until you are headed back to the house to ask.

Whatever your answer is he’ll accept it and in the future act accordingly to prevent you from being afraid.

Belphie

Honestly hates how fearless you are at first.

It annoys him and he wants to make you afraid of him…until he doesn't.

And the complete 180 surprises even him.

He still wonders how a human can be so fearless and kind of wonders if it's all an act you use to protect yourself.

Even so, he’s still impressed that you can be fearless in the Devildom.

He’s another one who likes to see you tell other demons to get lost.

He thinks that a human chasing off a Demon in the realm of demons is hilarious.

On the way to RAD one morning what sounds like a loud clap causes Belphie to turn and see another demon being slapped.

He goes to make a snide comment to you, only you aren’t standing next to him anymore.

Instead, you are tucked behind him holding tightly to his uniform jacket.

“Um, Mc? What exactly are you doing?”

And that’s when it all comes out.

The noise had scared you so much you had hidden behind him.

Belphie just shrugs. It’s surprising sure, considering all the other things you’ve seen and experienced in the Devildom. But hey you are a human, something was bound to scare you eventually.

He’s curious if you are just easily startled or if you have a fear of sudden loud noises.

Unlike his brothers (*Satan) he is curious enough to test you and see which it is.

Unless you come out then and there to tell him you have a fear of loud noises he will plan out a ‘prank’ to startle you again.

If it turns out it’s not a fear caused by anything serious and you are just easily startled he will use it against you occasionally, at least until he is bored of your reaction or you ask him to stop.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. If it’s a genuine fear he’d never use it against you. And he’d personally end anyone who did.

#obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #asmodeus obey me #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me belphie #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmo x mc #beel x mc #belphie x mc

[tangledstarlight]

2. “Sure, you can use me as a pillow.” For willex 😃

hello hi this could have been so much longer but it’s 2am and i gotta go to sleep, but i also felt compelled to do this tonight so here we go! and yes okay i nearly forgot there was a prompt my bad 😬 hope you like anon!! 

hurt/comfort dialogue prompts!!

2. “Sure, you can use me as a pillow.” 

The thing about traveling is that Alex really hates traveling. 

Sure, he likes going to new places and experiencing new cultures and buying hotdogs from street vendors in New York who don’t work out of a car. But that actual act of traveling? Of getting from one place to another long distance via plane? Absolutely hates it. As he sits around in hard plastic airport chairs he often finds himself wishing he could just teleport himself. Think of where he wanted to be and poof! there he was. 

But he couldn’t poof around the world and instead he was stuck on a flight back to LA from New York that was already an hour delayed and was now a further two hours delayed on the tarmac while they were on the damn thing. 

Balling up his jumper and stuffing it behind his head Alex tries to relax, to stretch his legs out in front of him a little and let the tension leave his shoulders. He thinks about the apartment that him and the band had rented for the three months they’d been in New York working on their new album. Of how he could be on the plush grey sofa right now, listening to Reggie talk over whatever film they’d picked and trying to throw popcorn into Luke’s open mouth after he’d fallen asleep ten minutes in while Julie tried with m&ms. 

But no. He’s stuck in a plane and starting to get cramp in his leg and regretting not accepting the travel pillow Reggie had tried to give him before he left. God there had better be an open bar at his sister's wedding to make up for this experience. Though he knows that’s partly a lie, because seeing his little sister walk down the aisle in her white dress will be worth it, but the way his parents will avoid him the whole weekend? Oh yeah, he’s gonna need an open bar for that too. 

“Sorry folks, looks like we’re going to be stuck here a little while longer. Please remain in your seats and if you need anything––” Alex, along with the majority of the plane, stop listening to the pilot's voice on the speaker. There’s a collective groan and he can hear people complaining and the little tell-tale ding of someone calling for assistance. 

Alex blows out a breath and tries to go back to relaxing in his seat. Which feels awkward and uncomfortable and exposed, probably due to the fact he’s got an aisle seat. Logically, he knows that. Logically, he knows that no one is really judging him right now because they’re all too busy dealing with their own shit. 

The sleeve of his jumper slips free, dropping to his neck and, without thinking, he swats it away. Belatedly, and okay yeah, only after the responding grunt, does Alex remember that there’s someone sitting next to him. 

Eyes snapping open he looks at the man next to him, takes in the long hair and the tie dye sweatshirt and the wires of his headphones and the raised eyebrow as he looks back at him. 

“I am so sorry I just––” Alex trails off because he doesn’t have an excuse. He just forgot there was someone sitting next to him. Which, the longer he looks at his seat neighbour and takes in the jaw line and the lips curving into a smile and the way his eyes haven’t left his–– how the hell did Alex not notice him when he first got on the fucking plane? (He’s going to blame it on how much he hates traveling, it blinds him to all hot people in the vicinity, even if they happen to be right next to him apparently.) He can feel his cheeks growing warm and he realises he’s just staring and hasn’t actually finished his sentence. 

“Fell– neck, y’know?” He gestures vaguely to his neck, and the sleeve of his jumper that’s still on the other man's shoulder and god fucking damn it Alex that wasn’t even a sentence, get it together! If Luke or Julie or Reggie were here right now they would be laughing at him. 

“It’s all good man,” the stranger says with a light laugh and–– god he’s got such pretty eyes that Alex is almost distracted from what he says next, “You seem a little tense there though man. You goo?” 

And see, this is exactly part of the reason why Alex hates traveling. It’s the awkward small talk on the plane or the train or when you’re unfortunate enough to end up next to an extra chatty person on the bus. It’s why he shoves headphones on and pretends he can’t see lips moving. Though, he’s maybe willing to break that rule just a little today.

“Not a big fan of traveling,” is all he says, trying not to grimace about how much of an understatement that is. 

“On planes or just in general?” 

“Just in general. Though after this it might be a plane thing,” he tries to joke, and he’s pretty sure it’s a terrible attempt but the stranger giggles and oh man Alex hadn’t thought he could get cuter. 

“Yeah, this has been a pretty shitty few hours,” he agrees, biting down on his bottom lip for a moment before seeming to decide something, “I’m Willie. By the way. Since we’re going to be stuck next to each other for a while.” 

“Alex. Hi,” and, for some strange reason he lifts his hand and waves at him. That magical teleportation power would come in handy right about now, he decides. 

But, for whatever reason, Willie doesn’t find it weird and they start talking. Alex learns that Willie’s flying back to LA because he’d been in New York for an art show, and that he’s into skateboarding and he looks really good when he ties his hair up in a bun. In turn, Alex tells him about the band and recording their first album and about his weekend. 

“So wait, your parents don’t want you going to the wedding?” Willie asks, body half turned towards him in his chair and there's a look of confusion on his face. 

“They’d didn’t explicitly say that but we all know they’re going to be disappointed when I show up,” he shrugs. It hurts, but it’s also just been a fact of his life for so long now that Alex sometimes forgets that not everyone has the same experience. And anyway, he’s not going for his parents, he’s going for his sister. 

“Man that’s fucked,” he mutters, eyes seeming to zone out for a moment, only to refocus as Alex claps a hand over his mouth to block a yawn. 

“Sorry. I put off going to sleep so I could sleep on the flight but,” he shrugs, shooting Willie a slightly sheepish smile but he just shakes his head, another smile on his lips. 

“You’re all good. When this thing finally takes off you can use me as a pillow,” there’s a slightly teasing edge to his words but a challenge in his eyes. 

And maybe it’s because he’s been stuck in an airport and then on a plane for four hours longer then he’d expected to be, or because he’s just really tired or maybe he’s just feeling brave in the face of his weekend ahead, but Alex smiles back at him and says, “You’re probably much comfier then my jumper.” 

There’s a beat before Willie laughs, knocks his knuckles casually against Alex’s shoulder. Half an hour later, when the pilot announces they’ve been cleared for takeoff and the majority of people cheer, Alex and Willie share a high five, palms lingering maybe a touch too long, but he’s not going to complain. 

He doesn’t sleep on the flight, but he does leave LAX in a taxi with Willie’s number saved in his phone with the first text he’d sent being the address of his sister's wedding and an assurance he didn’t need to bring a gift. 

So okay, maybe traveling isn’t the worst thing in the world.

#anon #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willie #willex #jatp #ok i am going to sleep now farewell xox #Anonymous #*prompts

[i-need-entertainment]

Chronostasis + “If the world was ending”

This is the 19th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event, thank you so much to @purplefrost21 for requesting Chrono! I went ahead and picked a song, I hope this is okay! If you would like something different, feel free to message me!!

Starting now, I will also be splitting the writings into paragraphs, thank you to the anon who requested this, I appreciate it!

**Also, I wrote the hassaikai how I usually write it, slightly edited cause, ~plot reasons~ Overhaul will be not OOC, but a decent person and yeah**

Warnings- Pregnancy, allusions to iNtiMaCy but obviously no actual smut cause I don’t write it, eensy teensy amount of suggestiveness i gUess??? Not really?? idk but i’ll put it here anyway

Character: Chronostasis x reader

It’s been one year since you and Chrono had decided to call it quits. It’s also been one year since you decided to leave the hassaikai. You had known Chrono since you were 18, you had been down on your luck and had no where to go. That is until Pops found you and brought you in. You were quick to make friends with Chrono, matching his teasing and laid back personality nicely with your own. Four years later and you and Chrono’s friendship had developed into a different type of relationship. 

You often spent your nights together, sneaking around and keeping your relationship under wraps. You loved Chrono, in every sense of the word. You had given him your everything and he had given you his. You both were deeply and madly in love with each other, and you both could honestly see yourselves with each other for the rest of your lives. 

At least, that was the plan...”I think we need to break up.” You remember how the sound of your heart cracking echoed in your ears, your chest felt like 2 tons had been dropped onto your lungs, and time slowed to a pitiful stop. “...what?” He sighed as he took your hands into his, head hung low as he neglected to look you in the eye. “...The hassaikai isn’t what it used to be, it’s not safe for us to have a relationship anymore...I’m sorry Y/n, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore, any pursuit of a relationship would only be a distraction, it’s best if we...don’t see each other any more.” You hastily brought your sleeve to your eye to wipe the tears that had started to fall, trying to keep a smile on your face as you nodded.

 “...okay..” Chrono’s eyes widened, “Are you su-” “Yes.” You patted his knee as you stood, walking to the door of his room, giving him one last ‘smile’, “Good bye Hari.” You left his room, walking to your own and closing your door with a sigh. You sat down on your bed, hands grasping your knees as your sobs broke through, wet tears sliding down your face and onto the jeans you wore. You sat there, painful realization after realization came crashing down on you. ‘we’re done’..’he broke up with me’...’I-I have to do this alone’....’I can’t stay here.’ 

You hiccuped as your eyes widened, you stood and moved to kneel beside your bed, dragging your old suitcase out from under your bed. You packed as much as you could into it- not like you had much, before you rolled it to sit beside your door. You walked out and headed towards Overhaul’s office. You knocked on the door and entered when you heard a ‘come in’. You walked in and stood in front of his desk. “L/n..what can I do for you?” He leaned his chin on his fist as his elbow sat his his desk, his gold eyes looking as bored as they usually do. 

“I’m sorry for the short notice, but i’m going to have to leave the compound for awhile..” His eyebrows raised as he sat up straight. “..Are you wanting to leave the Hassaikai?” You shook your head, “No, but, I’m going to need some time away...I’m pregnant.” He slowly nodded, “Maternity leave?” You nodded as you kept your gaze towards the floor, “Very well, I’ll give you an assignment further away, one that’ll keep you out of the field.” You nodded, saying a quiet ‘thank you’ as he wrote down the information/permissions you’d need.

 You turned to leave, but before you could he spoke. “...does he know..?” You shook your head, “...no...but..I...I think it’s better if he doesn’t..not yet anyway...” He hummed as he sighed, “Well, if that’s what you think is best, you’re dismissed.” You nodded as you opened the door and left, walking to your room to get your suitcase before you left.

It’s been a year since you last saw Chrono. You had tried to let him go, to forget and leave him in the past. But that was a lot harder than you had originally anticipated. Because you still loved him. You would have thought that after a year of not having seen him after he broke up with you, you’d be able to leave him in the past. But you couldn’t. Cries took you out of your critical thinking. You shook yourself out of it before walking over to your little boy, Hayato. He was only 3 months, so he was still little...and quite the crier..But no matter how many sleepless nights or mini breakdowns you might have trying to get him to sleep, your entire heart belonged to your son, your little Hayato. 

You came in and softly spoke to your crying baby, softly picking him up and holding him by his bottom, softly cradling his head where it laid on your shoulder. You slowly swayed side to side as you held him, softly humming as you did this. His cries subsided, soft little *cute* hiccups escaping his small body as you rubbed his back. Sometimes nothing was wrong, he just needed to be held, comforted...you knew the feeling. You cuddled him for a little longer before you felt him calm down, and seeing as it was 10 past midnight, you set him down in his crib, making sure his stuffed elephant was close by. 

Giving his forehead one last kiss you walked out of his room, cracking the door and going to the kitchen to finish making the tea you were going to drink. Blowing on the hot cup you sat down on the couch, turning so you could look out the tall windows that were almost floor to ceiling. You only had a few lights on so the view of the city at night was clear. You sighed as you brought the tea cup to your mouth, taking a slow sip while your feet came up onto the couch with you. You sat there in the silence, the buzzing of various electronics in the background and the occasional sound of your sips the only noise filling the room. You smiled as you took a peak at the baby monitor you kept on the small end table, your little baby snuggling the small animal your boss, a good friend of Pops, gifted your son when he was born.

 All things considered, you were doing quite well for yourself. You had a high paying job as an assistant for a, despite being a hassaikai leader, kind boss who gave you a few months off to care for your child. You were able to live off compound in a good school district in a nice safe area. You were set on giving your baby the best life you could, the life you never got to have. *Knock knock* You slowly set the cup down on the table, moving the baby monitor into a drawer (you always made sure to hide it when ever business partners or anyone work related came, your sons safety was your utmost priority). You walked to the door and took a look through the peep hole, when you did your heart sped up, heart sinking to your gut. Because the man on the other side of the door was someone you didn’t expect to see for a long, long time.

**2 hours ago in the Shie Hassaikai base**

Chrono groaned as he sat down in the couch in Overhaul’s office, mask sitting beside him on the couch as he leaned his head back to rest against the back of the couch. “You look dead.” Chrono scoffed as his hand came to rub at his eyes. “Gee thanks, I really needed to hear that. I almost forgot my life sucked- thanks for the reminder.” Overhaul shrugged, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. “...When was the last time you saw her?” 

Chrono sighed, “....when she left the hassaikai...I haven’t heard from her since..I screwed up bad.” Overhaul now sighed as he reopened his eyes, turning his gaze to Chrono. “I’d say...” Chrono shot a glare towards his friend, Overhaul simply shrugging. “....she asked me not to tell you, but seeing as you’re miserable and I know you, i’m going to tell you anyways...” Chrono raised an eyebrow as Overhaul stood from his desk, leaning down to write something on a small piece of paper. He walked over to the couch, tossing the paper onto the couch beside his friend. 

Chrono picked it up, eyes narrowing as it listed an apartment complex and a suite number. “..The heck is this?” Overhaul walked back to his desk and sat down. “Her address....I’d prepare myself if I were you, she’s not the only one you left behind.” Chrono narrowed his eyes at the man, “What do you-” “Tell me Kurono, why did you think she suddenly left, to do office work nonetheless, right after you broke up with her?” Chrono looked down, “I’m not sure....I figured she was mad, upset..figured she just didn’t want to see me anymore.” Overhaul hummed, “Well, that’s partly true, but no. She left because she wasn’t the only one she had to look after anymore.”

 Chrono looked towards Overhaul, “...what are you saying?” Overhaul frowned (yes he’s still wearing a mask cHill) “..I’m saying there’s someone else in the picture now, your picture.” Like a flip being switched his eyes shot open. “...I got her pregnant..” “Bingo.” “...and I broke up with her..” “Yup.” “..I have a son i’ve never met..” “Or daughter.” Chrono glared at Overhaul, who was finding the situation unnervingly amusing. “We can keep bantering back and forth or you can go, I don’t care either way, but I do have work to do.” 

Shakily sighing Chrono stood, walking to the door. Turning around he looked to his old friend, “...thank you.” Overhaul waved him off with a sigh, “Thank me when you finally get your life back together.” Grinning Chrono walked out of the office, paper in hand and heart filled with determination. He was going to make this right.

**Back to present time**

Undoing the chain and bolt you unlocked the door. “...Hari..?” Everything he had prepared to say flew out the window when he saw you. You looked different..not in a bad way, but he could tell you had matured. You had your hair pulled back and held loosely by a clip, you were wearing a loose t-shirt and some leggings. “..Y/n..” You both stared at each other, neither one believing that the other was actually there. Snapping yourself out of your daze you spoke, “Uhm, what are you doing here? Not that it’s not great to see you! I just- I didn’t expect you to be...here..” 

He nodded, hands going into his pockets to hide how shaky they had become. “..I....I needed to talk to you...I need make things right.” You looked at him with a nervous expression, arms coming to cross in front of your chest, not in anger or frustration but to try to ground yourself. “I love you Y/n, and I don’t know what was going through my head when I broke up with you, but please believe me when I tell you it was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done. I never stopped loving you either, when I ended things it was because I thought it was the best thing to do at the time, I thought you deserved better...I didn’t think I could give you better...I’m so sorry. I was selfish and I hurt you and i’m so sorry.”

 You started to tear up, one of your hands coming up to wipe the tears that escaped. Shaking your head you gave him a small smile. “I never hated you...I don’t think I can. And I definitely never stopped loving you...This past year has been harder than you know, well, you might, you don’t look too good.” Chrono just chuckled as he shook his head, you lightly laughing. “..Just promise you won’t do that again..? I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to do this alone anymore either.” He looked confused for a second. “Wait here...there’s someone who wants to meet you.” 

His heart sped up as you walked back to your sons room, him walking into the small entryway and shutting/locking the door behind him. He wring his hands together, heart rate speeding up and his mind racing. He took a shaky breath in as you walked out of the room, but it caught in his throat when his dark eyes met identical ones. His gulped as he looked up to see you, silently asking for permission. Smiling you walked over to him, gently holding you- well, the two of you’s son out to him. He very carefully brought his son into his arms, holding him with his left as his right softly traced over his small features.

 He almost broke when his son latched onto his finger, he smiled towards his son, shoulders shaking as he held back tears. “His name is Hayato.” He looked to you and smiled, before looking back down to his little baby. “Hi Hayato...it’s nice to meet you...sorry i’m a little late...daddy was busy being an idiot.” He playfully glared when you said ‘Yeah he was’ before softening his look when he returned his gaze to Hayato. “But i’m here now...and I’m never going away again..I promise you that.” He looked up to you, meeting your glassy e/c eyes with his own gray ones. “Both of you.”

 After a good hour of holding his son you both put him to bed. Slowly cracking his door closed once again, you both moved to sit in the family room. But before he could sit you softly grabbed his arm. He turned around, stumbling when you threw yourself towards him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could, head nuzzling into your shoulder. “...I was really scared you’d never come back...when you left, I knew I screwed up big time, but I thought you needed your space...but shoot, if I had known you were pregnant-” You shook your head, pulling away to look him in the eyes, hands coming to rest on his chest while his remained on your waist.

 “No, that parts my fault, and don’t even refute it...I didn’t tell you because I thought it would hold you back...that I would hold you back..and I didn’t want to keep you in a relationship you wouldn’t be happy in...but he’s your son, I should have told you.” He leaned down to rest his forehead back on your shoulder. He sighed as he chuckled, “We both made some pretty dumb choices, let’s leave it at that.” You laughed, cradling his head and running your fingers, carefully, through his hair.

 You were just enjoying the moment when  he started to softly kiss your shoulder, before he stood to his normal height and kissed your lips. His hands moved down to your hips, yours around his neck when you pulled away. “Uh uh, I know where this is going- I just had a kid 3 months ago, the last thing I need is another one!” Shrugging he leaned down to kiss your cheek, you almost gave in to the moment, caught up in the sheer romance of the gesture before he leaned closer to your ear, “The more the merrier~” Him laughing when you squealed as he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

You started to slap his back in protest before he ‘gently’ set you down on your bed, him climbing to the side of you to pull you in close, holding you like at any moment he’d wake up, this having all been a cruel dream. But when you wrapped your arms around him and burrowed into his chest he knew, he wasn’t too late. And as he drifted off to sleep that night, with you finally back in his arms, he couldn’t help but think that maybe it was luck, or even fate, but whatever it was that brought you back together, Chrono knew he would always find his way back to you.

“If the world was ending You'd come over, right?”

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[mae-gi-writes]

Match Point | Sangyeon (The Boyz)

Requested by anon! You have a talk with Sangyeon about his feelings by challenging him to a tennis match.

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff

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"Explain yourself!"

Pack!

The ball flies over the net in a smooth curve. Sangyeon reels back, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he whacks the ball right back.

Pack!

"What do you want to know?!" He hollers.

Running to the other side of the court to catch the ball, you ignore the stinging burn in your arm as you swing it forward.

Pack!

"Oh don't be an idiot Sangyeon! I heard what you said yesterday!"

"I was drunk!"

Pack!

"You can't get drunk on juice!"

The ball flies out of the court and he groans, before grabbing another ball from the basket to serve, all the while ducking his head so that his cap is hiding his eyes from yours.

He tosses the ball, swings his racket in a perfect arc.

Pack!

"So tell me!" Your voice will probably be gone by tomorrow, but your determination is stronger, your mind still raking over the events that happened last night as you were riding the subway back from the bar where you usually hung out a few times a month. As per what you recalled, Sangyeon had denied all alcohol thrown his way with the petty excuse that he was on-call duty for being sober. As a result, you had been the one pestered to down all his shots instead, resulting in him dragging you home with an arm slung around his shoulder.

Needless to say that you were a pretty funny drunk, blurting out the weirdest things to say to the said young man who decided to take advantage of the situation by asking you the most random questions he can find.

"You put the laundry after you put the solution!" You were giggling as your head lolled from side to side. His hand had shot out just in time to avoid it banging against one of the metal supports of the train, thanking the heavens that he was sober so that none of you were going to end up in hospital tonight.

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure you put the laundry before the solution," he replied.

"Okay but did you try?" Your eyes crinkled up as you laughed, "I'm sure it can be done!"

"Did you ever try it?"

"Nooo but I'm telling you so that you can try it out!"

"Shut up," Sangyeon burst out laughing, "I love you."

Abrupt silence. Realization dawned and Sangyeon's eyes widened when he realized what he'd just blurted out.

"Oh come on, don't say that," you were chattering on, clearly unperturbed by his statement. His heart swelled with relief and he brushed it off as just a stupid comment, figuring that you probably hadn't heard him and so closed the subject, never to be spoken of again.

Little did he know he was wrong, for that's exactly what you blurted out first thing the next morning, followed by a request to talk this over in a tennis match.

You can tell he's frustrated by the messy way he's sending back the balls to your side of the court. He is easily readable like that, an open book that you can swiftly decipher as though you've known him his entire life.

"Come on Sangyeon!" You hit another ball over the net, a flash of yellow green sprinting to the left side of the court, "Say it!"

Pack!

He dives for the ball and barely catches it, throwing it back weakly to you, "Look Y/N, you were drunk and--"

Pack!

"Oh don't give me that crap!" You holler, "tell me the truth!"

Pack! Aiming right for his shoulder. He cries out as it hits him, "ouch! What the fuck Y/N!--"

Pack! You hit him with another ball, "say it!"

"Well, stop hitting me and maybe--ouch woman!" He cowers against the side of the court as you keep throwing ball after ball over the net, partly due to the knot of frustration in you, the growing tumulous tide of feelings that make you keep questioning his real intent. It had been no secret that you'd harboured a secret crush on the said man, but he'd made it clear though, that there was this defining line between your friendship and your feelings.

So, you had backed off. As simple as that.

Now though, with the revelation spilling from his lips so easily as flowing water, you weren't so sure anymore.

It was only when there are no balls left on your side that you lower your racket, shoulders sagging with the weight of information pressing down on you.

Your breaths come out ragged, tired. Sweat dots your forehead and you wipe it off with the back of your hand as you watch Sangyeon straighten up from your earlier assault.

"Are you done now?" He calls out in a huff, "can we talk this over like adults?"

"Don't tempt me, Sangyeon."

"Alright, fine," he strides over so that he is now standing up against the net, his eyebrows scrunched over his eyes and lips pressed together as he always does when he feels pressured into confrontation.

He spreads his arms like an eagle, "yes, I told you I loved you. Yes, I'm in love with you. Yes, I--" he paused slightly to swallow, the slightest edge of embarrassment in his voice,"--I'm an idiot,...and a coward."

A sigh falls from your lips, before you stride over to meet him at the net. He's not meeting your eyes, averts them to the ground as though he's a misbehaved child and almost impulsively, your lips twitch into the softest of smiles, a fond smile.

"Wasn't so hard now, was it?" You say, partly to tease him, and partly because you just want to lighten the mood.

Shuffling from side to side and trying not to squirm, it takes a moment for Sangyeon to clear his throat awkwardly before he manages to reply, "I'm not good at these things. I never meant you to find out that way."

"I know."

"And I don't need an answer right now," that's when he lifts his gaze, brown maroon glimmering with honesty, the softest swirls of caramel reflecting the golden rays of the setting sun, "I don't need an answer, period. If it makes you uncomfortable--"

"Remember what you told me? When I said the same thing a few years back?" You cut him off abruptly.

You see the cogs turning in his head. Then, he nods, "I--yeah, I remember," he chews onto his bottom lip, "I'm not proud, Y/N."

"I know," you take a step closer still, so close that you now look up to keep your gazes locked, "but I'm not you."

Confusion flickers through his expression as a few beats of silence ensue. You try your best not to shy away from his probing eyes, though warmth is already spreading through the back of your neck the more you stand there, just waiting.

For what? You're not sure yourself.

And then, a soft brush of warmth against your hand resting atop the tennis net. You glance down to find Sangyeon's thumb resting atop your knuckles, a gentle caress that makes your entire body still.

When you look back to Sangyeon's face for some answers, his is ducked down and away, ears flushed red. The image is so endearing that a grin blossoms across your face. Trust him to feel awkward and nervous about the smallest things.

So you help him out. You don't hesitate to turn your palm up so that you can slide your hand into his as you feel the roughness of his flesh against yours.

Hearing his soft intake of breath, you allow yourself to spare a glimpse of his features, only to see him biting the inside of his cheek as if he's trying to hold back a grin.

"You know," he speaks up in a mellow murmur, "you didn't have to pummel me with all those balls to get your answer."

"I know, it was just fun."

You snicker when he makes a face, "mean."

Another round of silence fills the air, except that it's not so uncomfortable this time. There's a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, mirrored in Sangyeon's face as you gaze at each other with the newfound feeling of fuzzy excitement buzzing through the air. It feels so tangible, so real that you have to restrain yourself from squealing in mere happiness.

A small tug prompts you forward, right up against the net. Your face tilts up in surprise, before his hand flutters over your cheekbone in a gentle caress.

"So..." he trails off with a slow, somehow bashful smile, "do you want to go out? Sometime?"

It's almost impossible to keep the grin from breaking across your face, "that would be nice."

"Okay. Cool," he shuffles in place, and then blurts out, "can I hold you?"

The words are so shocking coming out of his mouth that for a full minute, you keep on staring at him as though he's sprouted another pair of eyes.

"But you stink of sweat," you stammer out when you realize that he still needs a response.

"So what?" And before you know it, his arms are caging you in his hold, lifting you up so that you are jolted over the net as he walks backwards, stumbling to the ground with you toppling in-between his legs in a tangle of limbs. The closeness has your heart racing, though it makes you grin a little wider when Sangyeon chuckles softly while brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"I'm sorry for hurting you before," his mumble is so soft that you almost fail to hear it.

"Yeah that was a dick move," you shove his shoulder playfully, not missing the way his arm comes back to circle you, tentative, like he's not really sure what to do, "but I guess I can forgive you."

"Please?" He cocks his head at you, a pout on his lips.

"If that didn't work when we were friends, it'a not going to work now, you know?"

"Jeesh Y/N. You're so cold."

You lean against his chest to prompt him closer, "I know."

He takes that as an okay sign to cuddle you, arms pulling you to him as his natural scent mixed in with sweat encircles you. Not that you mind. Not in the least.

The tension between your bodies is so palpable that you fear you might breath it in if you inhale too hard. Every single inch of your body is tingling in proximity with his, relishing in the warm solidity of his frame against your curves. You briefly wonder whether he feels the same and when you sneak a glance up at his face, you realize all this time that he has been staring at your lips.

You look away, clear your throat, "we should head back. It's getting late."

He shifts ever so slightly so that you easily slip out of his grip and you silently pick your way through the endless balls scattered across the court. He drives you home after that, still chattering amongst yourselves like nothing has changed and it isn't until he rolls to a stop before your house that the tension is back, tingling sparks down your spine, teasing fingers of electricity prodding you forth to do something about the sudden overwhelming silence that hangs between you.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Sangyeon's alto is hopeful when he turns to gaze at you, warmth emanating from the depth of his pupils.

"Yeah," your fingers tangle onto the handles of your backpack. It's now or never. Before you chicken out of it, you lean forward to boldly press a soft peck of a kiss to his cheek.

He blinks, "o-oh. That wasn't--you didn't have to-- if it makes you uncomfortable--"

"I wanted to," you hold his gaze steady albeit the fact that heat is spreading across your face like wildfire.

"O-Okay."

"Well, okay--uh--bye!" Turning to scramble out of this embarrassing situation as quickly as you possibly can, your feet trip over each other as you slam the car door shut to quickly jog up the path to your front door. Sangyeon suddenly calls your name then, causing you to turn around after a few beats of hesitation.

He doesn’t hesitate. Strides up to you in a purposeful gait before his hands come up to cup your face, thumbs tracing patterns against your cheeks. He gazes at you for a moment longer, trying to analyze any trace of reluctance in your expression. His eyes flit down to your lips, then back up into your dark orbs as air escapes your lungs. 

Your heart dances in staccatos in your chest. Your body is aching, practically willing him to dive in. 

Attraction swims through the air. 

Slowly, his head tilts to the side. A second later, you feel his lips pressing against yours.

The kiss doesn’t last long. All too soon, he pulls away before resting his forehead against yours as a soft sigh falls from his mouth, “You don’t know,” he breathlessly whispers, “how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” 

You stifle a chuckle, a cascading troop of butterflies tickling your ribs and making your entire body tingle with nerves, “you stole my line.” 

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

Mandalorian x Reader: Beauty and the Beast (Part 2)

Note:  Werewolf!Mandalorian x Reader

Here it is, as requested!!!!  Hope you like, Anon!

   You knew you shouldn’t stare.

   Mando was in the pilot seat, pressing buttons and flipping switches as he prepared the ship for landing.  After the...incident...where he transformed, you managed to get him back on board the ship while you collected the beskar armor from the ground, including his helmet.  You remained loyal to him and his creed, eyes averted to not look at his face even in that form.  

   Eventually, he shifted back to his normal form, put on his armor, and took his seat in the cockpit to fly the Razor Crest down the mountain of that planet.  The trip was mostly endured in silence, aside from the baby’s occasional antics.  

   The child had long since fallen asleep on your lap, swaddled in his robes, with your hand gently holding his.  He helped you relax despite the tense situation.  However, the uneasiness that gathered in your stomach had not disappeared entirely.

   There was still a silent Mando flying the ship, one that could transform into a wolf-creature at a moment’s notice.  At least his bad temper had waned.  It made things a little more bearable.  Somehow, you had to locate the target and find out what it was- what he turned Mando into.  It would not be an easy task, but you told Mando you’d figure it out together.  You weren’t about to give up the second that things got tricky.

   The Razor Crest had landed, and you glanced down at the bundle on your lap.  You didn’t want to wake the little guy, but there was work to be done.  Mando’s visor looked to you over his beskar-clad shoulder, taking note of your place with the child.

   “Stay here.”

   You shook your head, carefully pulling the baby closer to your chest as you rose to your feet.  “No, I’m not staying on the sidelines.”

   “I’m not asking you to stay on the sidelines,” he said.  “I need you here to watch the child.  I don’t want this...thing anywhere near him, and I don’t want to leave him on the ship unprotected.  Besides, there’s something else I need from you.”

   You opened your mouth to protest, but he walked past you before another word was spoken.  You grumbled under your breath as you followed him down the passageway.  “So, how are you going to find him?”

   “I’m going to transform.”

   Your mouth fell open again.  “What?  Why?”

   “Because in that other form, I felt a pull.  I think it was going to lead me to whoever infected me, the target,” he continued, stopping and turning around to face you.  “I need you to keep the child and my armor safe.”

   Okay, so he had a point.  Of course it bothered you that he’d be doing this alone again, but in the end, that’s what Mando usually did.  That was his way of handling things.  Even so, it didn’t stop you from disliking it sometimes.

   “Now, turn around.”  You eyed his visor skeptically, earning the quietest sigh from him as he shook his helmet.  “Please.  I need to take off my helmet and shift.”

   “Oh, right.  I’ll just head back to the cockpit.  Let me know where you put the armor, so I can keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn’t run away.”

   He gave you another silent look through his visor, making you chuckle despite the situation.  You carried the sleeping baby back to the front of the ship, listening as armor clanked to the floor and a low growl emitted.  

   You thought of his earlier form and shivered, hoping you wouldn’t have to get used to the eerie sound.  Mando and you would figure it out soon enough, and he’d be back to his normal, Mandalorian self.

   - - - -

   It had taken all your efforts to try and keep the child onboard the ship.  He caught a glimpse of the snarling mass of fur outside and went running, even using his special abilities to move you aside.  You finally gave in and decided to team up with the little guy to help Mando, who was losing this wolf-creature fight.  He wasn’t used to fighting this way, most likely, while the target had been quite comfortable fighting in that form.

   You grabbed a blaster and joined the child on the ramp of the ship, planting yourself protectively in front of him as you waited for Mando and the target to separate long enough for a shot.

   An opening came, and you took it without hesitation.  It was that, or the little guy was going to throw himself into harm’s way to rescue his dad.  You figured Mando would like the first option much better.

   You fired, hitting the target directly, and watched as it fell to the ground in front of Mando’s wolf form.  His eyes met yours, and he growled as he turned his face away.  Oh no.  In the heat of the moment, it hadn’t occurred to you.

   “I’m s-sorry,” you said.  “I just...I had to.”

   “It’s fine,” his voice echoed over his shoulder.  “This isn’t my face anyway.”

   You sighed, shoulders slumping, as you dropped the blaster to the ground.  “You didn’t by chance ask him how to reverse this transformation, did you?”

   “Yes.  He said the one who infected me needed to die, and then he attacked me.”

   “Oh, well, good thing I was here then,” you said.  “So does this mean…?”

   “I should be transforming back any minute now.”

   You scrambled into the ship, hurriedly fishing out the duffel bag of Mandalorian armor from its hiding place.  Mando boarded the ship and took the duffel, brown eyes meeting yours once more.  You hadn’t expected it and found yourself gazing back.  This might be the only time you got to see him directly, and it intrigued you.  Finally, he turned with the duffel to find a place to put his armor on once the transformation had reversed for good.

   The child waddled up to you, happily cooing, and you smiled as you led him back to the cockpit to wait.

   “He’s going to be okay,” you told him, though you were partly telling yourself that.  A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you said it once more.  “He’s going to be okay.”

#the mandalorian #mandalorian #mando #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #star wars the mandalorian #mandalorian fanfiction #star wars reader insert #mandalorian reader insert #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin reader insert

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Mom Down

Genre: Fluff

Relationship: Dick Grayson x Female!Reader 

Requested: Yes by Anon (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT I WILL TAKE SUGGESTIONS FOR FICS YOU’D LIKE TO SEE)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Fluff, Reader passes out

Description:  You’re stressed when the League decides to make a visit to see how you and Dick have been doing running things.  As the mom of the group you have a lot more stress on your shoulders than the others.  Because of the stress you pass out right as the League visit is in progress.

A/N: Anon, I hope this is what you had in mind.  If you’d like an actual Mom!Reader x Dad!Dick then just let me know and I’ll totally do that.

No one questioned that Y/N and Dick were the mom and dad of the Titans.  It was a running joke amongst the young Titans that Dick and you were practically married to one another at this point.  Damian was especially vocal with Dick about this.  He took every opportunity to tease his older brother about the apparent attraction between the two of you.

You weren’t sure when the title of ‘mom’ had been slapped on you.  And to be honest you didn’t really care either.  If it meant making sure the kids under your leadership stayed healthy and safe then hell yeah you were a mom.  Dick was your co-parent of sorts.  The two of you working together to keep the Titans in tip top shape.

You had been fast friends when the two of you were Titans.  Dick had always been a natural born leader.  He had the charisma and charm to be a leader and get people to follow orders.  He commanded respect and the Titans listened to him.

And you weren’t gonna lie, it was incredibly sexy when he went into leader mode.  You had to remind yourself that there were others present and you shouldn’t be having those types of thoughts with teenagers present.

Especially the really perceptive ones like Damian Wayne.  

Being the son of the world’s greatest detective was a good and bad thing.  Good because he caught things that sometimes you and the others didn’t.  Bad because he knew everything.  He once got you a CD by your favorite artist and you had no idea how he had known since you barely talked about them.  He also knew when you were feeling down and brought you your favorite sweets to cheer you up.

Sometimes he would catch you staring at Dick and give you that smirk of his and you felt insanely embarrassed that you had been caught ogling his brother.

Right now you were preparing the Titans for a visit from the Justice League.  Visits from the League were rare, but they liked to drop by sometimes to see how the younger generation was coming along.  Those visits were stressful for both you and Dick as you tried to make sure the Tower was in tip top shape.

Lately you had been feeling more stressed because Garfield had been injured on a previous mission and you were making sure that he was all right.  He had broken it when one of the bad guys had managed to catch him off guard.  You had been there in an instant making sure that no other harm befell him as the rest of the Titans came to your aid.

On top of Garfield being injured Raven had been having nightmares recently.  She had been coming to you for comfort in the middle of the night when she was awoken by the particularly scary ones.

“Hey,” the sound of Dick’s voice made you jump and you turned to see what he needed.  “They’re about to arrive, are you ready?”

You gulped, praying that your anxiety would subside, and nodded your head.  “Yeah, is everyone waiting in the main room?”

“Yeah, I just came to find you,” he offered a reassuring smile.  “It’ll be okay Y/N.  We’ve been doing really well, and they’re just making sure that we’re not slacking off.  They have faith in us.”

You let out a sigh, “I know, I know, but I still worry that they’re gonna think that there’s something wrong with the way we do things.”

“I’m pretty sure the Titans will fight tooth and nail to keep us in charge here,” Dick chuckled.  “They like us too much to let the League replace us.  And trust me, Damian would make Bruce’s life a living hell if we were replaced.  He would deny it of course because he has an image he needs to keep up, but he totally likes us.”

You laughed, “It’s the little things he does that tells you he’s not as tough as his facade makes him out to be.”

The two of you made your way down the hall toward the main room of the Tower to wait for the upcoming arrival of the League members.  They had specified which members it would be, but you had a feeling Batman would be one of them.  Bruce wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see either one of his sons.

The boom tube opened and Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, and Flash all stepped through.  Dick stepped forward with a smile on his face, “It’s nice to see you all again.”

“Dick,” Bruce said courteously before shaking his hand.  You wanted to roll your eyes at the stiffness and tease them and say to hug each other like they meant it.  But given that this was a formal meeting you kept your mouth shut.  You stepped forward next and greeted the other members as well and soon the introductions and greetings were out of the way.

Dick and you walked alongside the members, Dick doing most of the talking about what had been happening recently and how training was going.  The first stop was the training room where Superman asked for a demonstration on the training exercises that the team would go through on a daily basis.  You stepped into the middle of the room and motioned for Damian to join you.  He obliged and the two of you began the training session.  

You corrected Damian a few times when you noticed something off about his stance.  Damian was a perfect fighter, but he sometimes was more offensive than defensive.  You were working on him with that though, helping him see the bigger picture than just winning.

During your fight though Damian noticed that you were sluggish in your moments and his concerns grew when you staggered a bit.  The rest of the group saw it as well.  Dick stepped forward, his breath catching in his throat.  “Y/N,” Damian said your name, but it seemed far away.

You collapsed to the group, Damian catching you before you could hit the hard floor.  Dick and a few of the others came racing over.  “What happened?”  Dick demanded.

“I don’t know,” Damian said truthfully.  “She was fine a moment ago and then she started to slow down.  I was just about to voice my concerns when she collapsed.”

Dick looked at Raven, “Check her.”

Raven nodded and used her powers on you to see if there was anything major going on below the surface.  When she was finished she said, “She’s just exhausted.  She’s been pushing herself a lot harder lately.”  She looked down guiltily, “I feel partly to blame.  I’ve been having nightmares and she’s been there to help me through them.  Plus with Garfield’s injury she’s been spreading herself a bit thin these days.”

Bruce put a hand on Dick’s shoulder, “Take her back to her room so she can get some proper rest, the Titans can show us around the rest of the Tower.”

Dick agreed with Bruce and carefully lifted you into his arms and carried you back to your room.  Garfield followed after the two of you as quickly as his leg would allow him too.  “Go back to the others, I can stay here and watch over her.  If anything happens I’ll come find you.”  Dick was hesitant to leave, but he nodded and headed out of your room while Garfield transformed into a dog and curled up beside you. 

A few hours later you woke up in your room.  It was dark out by this point and you felt a little disoriented.  The last thing that you remembered was training with Damian as the League watched, then everything had gone black.

You looked over and discovered Dick asleep in the chair beside you.  “Dick?”  Your voice drew Dick out of his not very restful sleep.  He blinked his eyes a couple of times trying to adjust to the dark room.  “What happened?”

“You passed out when you were training with Damian.  The others are worried sick and blaming themselves over this,” he informed you as he joined you on the bed.  You snuggled closer to Dick.  “Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling stressed?”

“Because I didn’t even really realize just how stressed I was,” you admitted.  “I just thought it was because the League was visiting and then of course Garfield being injured and Raven’s nightmares.  I thought I could handle it.  I’ve handled a lot worse before.”  You looked up at him, he could see the worried expression on your face, “What did the League say?  Are they upset?”

He shook his head and stroked your back, “They aren’t upset.  Bruce gets it.  He knows how stressful watching over a bunch of kids is and then on top of that having your superiors coming for a visit can always create tension.  No one is blaming you for this.  They all know how good you are at your job.  They did recommend taking a few personal days just to recover and relax.”

“But--”

“No buts,” Dick said, his leader's voice coming out.  “You’re taking a few days to rest and relax.  Maybe take a little trip, stay in a nice hotel, go to a spa, whatever you need to do to unwind.”

You sighed knowing that you weren’t going to win this one, “Fine, but I don’t like being forced out.  The others need me.”

“They will all still be here when you get back.  I’ll make sure they don’t get into too much trouble.  No wild parties or using powers unsupervised and all that jazz.”  He kissed the top of your head, “Now get some more rest and we can plan where you’re gonna go tomorrow.”

“You mean you’re gonna decide where I go and then shove me into a taxi and wave goodbye as I stare longingly out the window as the disappearing Tower,” you scoffed.

“So dramatic,” Dick chuckled.  “Get some rest, Y/N, tomorrow will be good for you.”

You wanted to protest some more, but you were still feeling tired and held onto Dick a little bit tighter as you drifted off back to sleep.

#Dick Grayson x Reader #Dick Grayson x Reader fluff #Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson fanfic #Dick Grayson fanfiction #Dick Grayson fluff #DC Comics #DC Comics fanfiction #DC Comics fanfic #DC Comics fluff #Requested

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To Infinity And Beyond

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,389

Warnings: Plane sex, packing, strap-on, oral on a sex toy, changes from third to second person... it just worked out that way lol. Sex against a wall... and I think that’s it.

Request: Yes. Thanks for requesting this anon!

Summary: Blame Tony Stark

A/N: And as always, I don’t know how good this is. But I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

18+ ONLY.

Fuck you, Tony Stark.

Just... fuck you.

Of course, Natasha loved the man, like the annoying older brother that she always never wanted, and just could not get rid of.

But sometimes, just sometimes, Natasha wished she could throttle him.

She didn’t need a break.

She didn’t want a break.

The Black Widow didn’t take breaks.

But once Tony Stark got an idea into his head, there was no stopping him. No matter how much of a deadly trained assassin some may be.

No one, and I mean no one, can handle that amount of bugging.

That’s why Natasha was here. Sat in a private jet. Her bags packed, a glass of champagne in hand, and on her way to Paris for a week.

‘At least’ Tony has said. If it was entirely up to him, Natasha would be taking four to five months off, travelling the globe. Sightseeing and having fun. Not working.

But it wasn't.

So, suck on that, Tony Stark!

The offer of travelling the globe still stood, however. The last thing the billionaire said, before wishing the red-head goodbye, being that ‘the jet was always there and at the ready, for anywhere she could wish to go’.

Natasha had tried to argue with him on that. Her main defence being, that she didn't want to put the pilot out of their way, by forcing them to stay and go where she says. Even if that was their job.

The pilot.

The very same pilot that was sat in the cockpit, the door cracked open just enough for Natasha to peer through. Watching as the good looking pilot flicked switches-

‘There’s better things she could flick.’ Natasha thought. Before shaking her head, throwing those thoughts out of the jet's window. Counting the seconds before they inevitably come back again. Like that had many times before.

What it was, Natasha really didn’t know.

Maybe it was the uniform.

Maybe it was the fact that they were so fucking attractive.

Or.

It could be that Natasha could, plainly see, from the second that Tony had introduced the two. That she was packing. The outline of the thick strap showing through her black pants, as clear as day.

To Natasha at least.

Anyone, but a heavily trained assassin, going none the wiser to the pilot’s hidden toy. Natasha however? There’s not a chance in hell that, that, would slip her knowledge.

She couldn't stop thinking about it. Wanting nothing more than to be used by the pilot, on her knees with her lips wrapped around the strap. Spread open and ready to be ploughed into the jet’s bed. Hell! Even the floor- Or riding her in the pilot's seat would do... it would do very nicely...

As long as her pulsing cunt was getting the attention it so craved.

Natasha conveying the way she felt via eye-fucking the pilot, as they worked.

***

You could feel her starring at you. All the while your first meeting with the gorgeous red-head replayed in your mind, over and over again. The way her eyes glanced down to your crotch, before starring lustfully into your eyes.

It was almost like the world was working it’s magic, just to get the both of you laid.

You and Natasha knew what was going to happen.

It was only a matter of time.

Natasha gripped the white leather of her seat’s armrests, watching as you walked over, with a smirk upon your perfect face.

“Hello, Miss Romanoff. Is there anything I can get you? A refill maybe?”

Oh, yeah! That was another thing.

You were the only ones upon the aircraft.

No other staff.

Only you.

And Natasha.

Alone.

Waving off your question. Natasha decided to answer with one of her own.

“Shouldn’t you be flying the plane?”

You chuckled then, and Natasha thought she had never heard a more perfect sound. But she was still yet to hear your moans.

“Don’t worry.” You pulled Natasha from her filthy imagination. “We’re on autopilot.”

“But still. It seems unsafe.”

“Mr Stark designed and built this jet himself.”

Mr Stark. It had been a long while since she had heard someone call him that. She didn’t like it. It was all too formal. She wanted you to open up. Just to be yourself. No formalities. All in due time.

“Of course he did.” Natasha took a sip of her expensive champagne, waiting for you to continue your explanation.

“Technically, I’m not needed here. Anything a pilot can do, this jet can. I’m just a formality.”

“Oh.” Natasha placed her flute glass down, switching her crossed legs. “You’re so much more than that.”

“Am I?”

Natasha nodded. Your eyes drawing down to where her hands played with the hem of her tight dress upon, her mid-thigh.

“Care to give me a ‘such as’?” you prompted.

“You’re good company,” she spoke sultry.

You laughed, not quite catching her meaning. “We’ve hardly had a full conversation.”

“I’m a good judge of character.”

“Hmm, I’ll take your word for it.”

“How about you take something else, too?” Natasha asked, her voice loving to a more seductive drawl.

Taking a step closer, moving to grip the headrest of her seat, you looked down at her with dark lust-filled eyes, asking, “What do you have in min Miss Romanoff.”

“Natasha. Call me Natasha.”

“Okay... Natasha,” you corrected, “What do  you have in mind?”

“You know exactly what I have in mind,” she told you pointedly, as she fists one of her hands into your shirt and tie.

That was all you needed before crashing your lips together.

The kiss was hot and rough. Open-mouthed with teeth betting and tugging at kiss-swollen lips. Pure lust animated.

“I’ve been wanting this since I first saw you,” Natasha spoke into your hot, panting mouth.

You pulled away slightly. Partly to breath some cold air into your suffocating lungs, but mostly to peer down at the red-heads beautiful face better.

“Then why didn’t you do anything sooner?”

Never once did Natasha stop starring into your eyes. Not when she was unbuckling your leather belt, or unzipping your pants. Her eyes closing for only a second when she pecked you on your lips. Distracting you, as she pushed her hand into your pants, to grasp at your strap.

“I was waiting for the right time.” Natasha shrugged.

You hummed at her words, moving to brush a strand of her hair, that had fallen into her face, back behind her pierced ear. Continuing to rub the soft flesh of her ear, between your thumb and forefinger.

Natasha seemed to keen at the soft touch. Shaking her head slightly when she reminded herself of what was happening.

Bod, did you make her feel things.

Things, other than horny.

She needed this to continue. Or else she knew she’d practically keel over, into your arms, and bask in the warmth there.

Natasha needed you to fuck her.

All of the soft stuff could wait until later.

“Do you always wear this when you work?”

It was your turn to shrug. Enjoying the slight pull of Natasha tugging at the strap attached to your hips, not to mention the way that her eyes dilated more than they already were after you had licked your lips.

“Sometimes. It depends on the day.”

“Lucky me then,” Natasha whispered.

Pushing your shirt up, Natasha began leaving red lipstick marks all across your revealed skin. Her tongue coming out to taste your now tingling skin.

Every kiss Natasha delivered to your heated body, travelled down to your core. You were groaning under your breath by the time she started pushing down your pants. Continuing her way down your body, towards the toy still rocking in Natasha’s hand.

In no time at all, you were sat on the small table watching while Natasha sucked on your strap, getting it wet and ready for herself. As you sipped at the champagne from her glass.

Natasha looked up at you, with the only thing that could be described as ‘fuck-me-now!’.

“Ya ready to be on cloud nine?””What?” Natasha asked confused, still basking in the fog that came from her previous activities.

You answered Natasha by making her let out a yelp. Then an ‘oof’ as her back connected to the jets partition wall.

“I see you’re already there,” you whispered against her lips.

“Well, how could I not be?”

You smirked at her, pressing a kiss onto her lips, one that was way too short for Natasha’s liking.

Your hands ran up her legs, from where they were wrapped around your waist, venturing up her tight, ridden-up dress. Pressing your fingers against the wet fabric, resting against her core, causing Natasha to let out a strangled moan.

“Baby if you’re like this, and I’ve only just touched you,” you paused, rubbing your thumb lightly against her stolen clit, “I’m worried I might destroy you.”“

Wrapping her arms around your neck, Natasha brushed her nose against yours, before whispering, “Then fucking do it.”

In the next few seconds, Natasha’s panties were pushed to the side, and your fingers were stuffed deep inside of her.

You smirked cockily, as the red-head panted and moaned above you. Peppering kisses all across her neck, sucking and biting marks onto the milky skin there.

Natasha whimpered once you pulled your fingers out of her warm depths, making you smirk against her neck. She tugged your shirt collar closer to her body, as she ground her hips against your waist to get some form of stimulation, considering you took it away from her.

Lips brushed against yours, in a teasing way. You knew she was trying to edge you back into fucking her.

Part of you wanted to hold out on her. Make her wait. Have the dangerous Black Widow begging for you to fuck her into oblivion. But the part of you that wanted to just take her, right then and there, won out.

You pushed your slick coated fingers, into Natasha’s panting mouth. Loving the sound of her moans, all because of the taste of herself.

“Yeah you like that, baby girl?” you asked, with a devious smile, “You like how you taste?”

Natasha moaned at your words, nodding her head in confirmation as she kept sucking your fingers.

Pulling your fingers from her mouth, to mutter against her plump lips, all the while your hand travelled down her body.

“I can’t wait to get a taste for myself.” Your hand finally reached its destination, gripping around your strap. “But first, I’ve got something else I wanna do.”

“And what’s tha-” Natasha’s sentence was interrupted by her scream.

With your arms wrapped around Natasha’s waist, you steadily pushed further into the red-head, until you were fully sheathed in her.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“Fucking amazing,” she told you, before pressing her lips roughly against yours, “I may just have you keep you around,” she finished playfully.

“No restraints here.”

The wall creaked as you pounded into Natasha, against it. It bowing with every one of your thrusts.

“Fuck! Do you have any super-strength, that you didn’t tell me about?” You laughed at her words, from where you were peppering soft kisses against her neck, a stark contrast to what you were doing between her legs. Loving the sounds of her moans for you.

Leaning back slightly, you moved one of your arms up to grab at the zip of Natasha’s dress. Letting it pool down around her waist, before helping her tug it off over her head.

“No bra, huh?” you asked, with a raised eyebrow, while you walked towards the jets comfortable bed.

Natasha hummed in response, it breaking off into a full moan when you mouth clasped around one of her pert, pink nipples, tonguing at it perfectly.

Her back landed on the soft sheets, gasping out when you ripped her black lace thong from her body.

“That was very expensive you know,” she jokingly chastened.

“Well, I’m sure I can reimburse you.”

Humming again, Natasha said, “No need. Tony loaned me one of his many black cards.” She smirked, bringing her slick covered fingers up to her lips, letting them go with a small pop.

You hadn't even noticed Natasha toying with herself, but the thought of it alone made it feel like a white-hot heat had washed through you.

She tapped at her puckered lips with her wet fingers, acting as if she was deep in thought.

“But there is a way you can ake it up to me.”

Smirking at her words, you knew exactly what she was about to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded. “Fuck me, Y/N. Please.”

With one smooth motion, your strap was buried inside of Natasha once again. Her cunt clenching tightly around the toy, with every one of your heavy movements.

You were fully clothed against Natasha’s naked body. The cotton felt rough against her tingly skin. It rubbing over her nipples in just the right way. The white shirt clasped between Natasha’s fingers upon your back.

It wasn’t long before Natasha was letting out streams of obscenities, it was harder to move the strap, the closer she got to orgasm. And it was downright, near impossible when she came with a scream of your name.

You panted as you laid beside her, Natasha panting just as hard.

“God,” she heaved, “I’m definitely keeping you around.”

“Well, lucky me, that Mr Stark hired me to be here for your whole trip. However long it may be.”

“Hm. Maybe I will take him up on his offer for me to travel the world for a few months.” You kissed her softly, sucking on her lower lip, grazing it lightly with your teeth, before releasing it. “So, how do you feel about a trip around the world?”

“As long as I get to rock your world...”

She laughed, you joining in not long after.

“You’re so cheesy.”

Pressing kisses into her soft cheeks, you mumbled against them, “Yeah. You like it though.” Before moving to her lips, working your tongue easily into her mouth, kissing her with vigour.

“Up for round two?” you whispered, with your eyebrows twitching up in question.

Natasha nodded and you smirked, getting back to work.

And at that moment, Natasha could think only one thing.

Thank you, Tony Stark.

#original work #original fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #marvel #MCU

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Im Jaebeom | Pregnancy!au [M]

Jaebeom read so many baby-related books he's forgotten how to enjoy some simple pleasures... (Oh, and you are obviously cranky and hormonal but he knows better than to tell you that!)

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: NSFW - Newly Weds - Romance - Angst - Pregnancy - Pregnancy sex- Smut || [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time” + “Should have gotten a puppy.” [Anon]

Lyly's note: Is this sexy pregnancy!au worthy of Things I Wish I Knew or what? lol. Pregnant ladies, go get some! ;)

GOT7 | M.list

You let out a loud swear, stepping on a phone charger someone has somehow abandoned in the middle of the living room. It freaking hurts, like a tiny torture device, tore the sensitive skin of your foot. Of course, when you sit on the couch to examine it, it looks perfectly fine. 

“Should've gotten a damn puppy,” You curse again under your breath, unreasonably livid. 

Instantly, the guilty party's head pops out of the doorframe to his office. “Honey!” Jaebeom considers you from head to toe in outrage, “The Shrimp has ears.”

That's his thing now that the third-semester started; obsessing about auditory development and what the baby is able to hear. Swears, news coverage of dramatic events and loud quarrels are strictly prohibited. He plays music whenever he has the chance, boasting about how you are growing a music whiz. 

Ever since he read his first damn pregnancy book, Jaebeom turned into a helicopter daddy-to-be, always hovering to make sure you are doing everything right. At the end of the third prenatal visit, he decided on moving his whole studio at home to work and mommysit – as he calls it.

By the time he was done with the fourth pregnancy book, you felt like nothing but an incubator to his spawn. That's not exactly what you wished your first year of life together would feel like. But then again, you didn't plan on getting pregnant on your honeymoon, the first time you two ditched contraception. It happened very fast. Everyone called it a blessing and you did too for a while, you were elated. Right until you started to lose your hair and struggle with acne like a damn teenager… Now it varies daily, you are either excited or scared shitless, in high spirits or easily irritable, you can't tell before it shifts. Overbearing, Jaebeom has gotten better than yourself at reading your daily disposition.

When you glare at him, he straightens worryingly in the doorframe, partly to blame for your current mood. “Don't look at me!” You snap in exasperation, still rubbing the sole of your aching foot. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”

He risks taking a few steps in your general direction, expertly assessing the situation, “Like what?”

"Like I’m a ticking bomb; like I'm gonna start yelling at you any second!” Freezing in the middle of the place, he presses his tongue to his cheek. You are almost shouting, but he knows better than to point that out.

“I’m not,” Jaebeom comes to sit by you guardedly. He makes sure not to maintain eye contact for too long, as though you're a dangerous fickle animal. "Did you hurt yourself?"

You hiss threateningly at the question but he still reaches for your perpetually bloated foot. Gently, he massages it, flashing you a dumb innocent smile. Still sullen, you at least allow him to do that much.

Fine, you do not completely hate having your man work from home. 

“I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time...” 

“Moody?” You cross your arms over your chest and Jaebeom chuckles, shaking his head. “You're the living definition of serene honey... You're the best. I love you.”

“Shuddup.” Groaning at the fake compliment, you offer your second foot after a minute of pampering, slightly appeased. “Stop trying so hard, it turns me into a cliché bitch.” You don't miss Jaebeom’s grimace at the word, but he isn't brave enough to correct you again. “Tell you what, if the baby's first word is a swear... I’ll do everything you ask of me for a year.”

"Everything? A whole year?” Raising his eyebrows suggestively, Jaebeom leans in for a lengthy kiss. “You know I can't say no to a promise like that. I would abuse that power, I’m quite imaginative.” You laugh against his mouth, sliding your arms around his neck for him to linger a little longer. Your hub has one hell of a gift, he can always change your mood, even on the worst days. That being said, you're always in the mood for some sexy time with him lately. You just have limited positions and flexibility. “I might teach the Shrimp your favourite cusses just to win that privilege.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Laughing, Jaebeom sits back but you follow, managing to climb him without difficulty. It's clear he has started something with his massage, stirred your desire. “I’m not done,” he warns pointlessly, not talking about you, "I'm working hard." He points his chin to the studio, but you don't climb down. There's no way he believes you will let him go back to his office right now.

“Very hard yeah,” chuckling, you pull at the collar of his shirt, “Mister Producer.” He breaks the kiss to get rid of the piece of clothing himself, eager to entertain your favourable disposition. Some sacrifices are harder to make than others, and taking a break from work for quick sex is a no brainer. Your hands roam his shoulders, even after all this time you still can't get enough. “Did you save it?” Nudging your nose to his, you pull away to throw your loose gown over your head. 

Jaebeom groans, already expertly unhooking your bra, “Of course I saved, but I’ll need to get back to it...” His mouth explores your neck and you throw your head back, savouring every single one of his kisses. “Feeling better?” He hums, lightly sucking your skin and you moan. Fine, having your man work from home is the best damn thing that ever happened to you. At your natural response, Jaebeom cups your swollen breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your areolas. 

“Shit.” Instantly, he shushes in disapproval making you laugh. You lean into him as much as your 29 weeks belly allows. “I can't help myself, I'm too sensitive.”

“I can see that baby,” Jaebeom marvels as his constant stroking of your nipples makes your thighs jerk. “I read third-semester’ orgasms are incredibly intense...” You rise to your knees to slide his fleece jogger pants down, smoothly freeing his erection. These darn books sure reveal some useful information sometimes… “What do you think?”

“Oh, how would I possibly know that?” He stops altogether, freezing under you at the joke. Barely two days prior, you finished twice before he did – very expressively – but still, he hesitates. For a man as skilled as he is, it sure is easy to make him question himself. Jaebeom is contemplating his life, a dubious look on his face when you take his cock in your palm. His eyes shut, goosebumps spreading on his body at your touch. Smirking, you stroke him leisurely, “I guess you’ll have to keep working hard so we can find out.” You say that but really, you’ve been so hypersensitive lately, he could make you reach your high without even trying.

“You know...” Opening his eyes lazily, Jaebeom frowns; “I'm not sure how I feel… About the Shrimp is hearing all our sexy talk...” It's your turn to stop everything.

Oh no, he did not just say that… Not after all the stuff he put you through!

“I swear to God, Im fucking Jaebeom! I let you have your way until now; I gave up caffeine, cheese and fish…” Suddenly livid, you start checking things off of your fingers. “You are worried of dumb stuff you read about despite the doctor's best opinion... So, I let you hire a cleaning service; I stopped driving myself around and dyeing my hair; I allowed you to post our ultrasounds all over your socials; I didn't say anything when you sent the cats away to your mom's…” His mouth is open in awe as you angrily go on. He's clearly racking his brain to find out what he said wrong. Him and his stupid pregnancy obsessions. “But this... This is where I draw the fucking line Jaebeom. If you stop making love to me because it creeps you out... Honest to God, I will murder you. I don't care what the baby hears. The doctor said it was safe. I want sex, I need sex. Give me sex, or I'll destroy you.”

“Honey,” Jaebeom bites his lips, struggling to conceal his amusement, “I wasn’t saying we should stop. It doesn't bother me like that...” His right palm rubs your lower back in repetition to ease you. “I was just wond–”

“I don't care what you wonder about,” you interrupt, still down, “just do me.”

Before Jaebeom can fully laugh at you flaring over nothing again, you're kissing him roughly, intended on getting your way. Wriggling under you to get to a better angle, he doesn't seem too affected, simply enjoying the hormonal rollercoaster ride. One of the actual perks of your pregnancy is being in the mood quickly and it's more than just your desire, it's physical too. Something that is undeniable when his hand finds its way between your legs. You're ready for him already, wet and messy. Though you rock into his palm briefly, there's only one thing on your mind right this instant. 

You don't want to wait any longer to feel him inside you. You use Jaebeom's shoulder as a fulcrum to position yourself, raising on your knees and he helps, holding his cock as you gradually sink down. Once you're sitting back on him on the couch, filled, you pause, dropping your forehead to his. Eye to eye, out of focus, Jaebeom pecks your lips tenderly. His hands caress your belly on their way to the side of your thighs. That's enough to make you soft all over again. The power that man holds over you knows no limit. Careful, you rise, rocking your hips forward to add friction before sliding back down. This lazy back and forth goes on for a while and every time you fall down and your ass meets his thighs with a clap, you feel like breaking. 

“Okay?” Jaebeom mumbles, using his strength to firmly guide you upwards. You're thankful for his help because you're heavy and tired. You nod, letting out a weird throaty sound when he fills you up once more.

Jaebeom chuckles, entertained by your acute senses and unusual reactions. Sliding on the large couch to lay, he makes sure you follow closely, riding him. From this position, he can take better control, raising his hips to slam into you. You coo when he does, hovering above to let him have his way. You're already too taken by so little. There's a gentle thud in your belly at the shift of position but Jaebeom doesn't seem to feel the baby stir, awakened by your unrest. Thank God, because the last thing you want right now is for him to stop or slow down. It's not something abnormal or new at all, but now that the baby's movements are getting more noticeable from the outside, you wouldn't be surprised if it messed up with Jaebeom's sexy groove. In the dark, he picks a swift pace, thrusting faster but lighter, making sure to stretch this moment for as long as you both can.

Yet, you're shaky and unfocused, unable to calm yourself. Way too fast, you come undone, overwhelmed by the friction and pleasure. Ecstatic, you drop on your hands, on all fours, as your intense orgasm washes through you. Aware you're peaking already, Jaebeom maintains his rhythm, breathlessly laughing at your shortage of stamina. Sure, he was right, pregnancy orgasms are amazing but they also come almost unannounced and are ridiculously exhausting.

Losing the smile, Jaebeom frowns in concentration, probably trying to finish too. After a whole minute, you're still being carried by your own paroxysm, core quavering when his hips halt altogether. Sighing deeply, he cums in spurts inside you, letting go probably more hastily than he would have wanted to. He's a team player. He knows you won't be able to handle him for long after oversensitivity hits you.

Afterwards, you both stay like that for a moment – as one – trying to repossess yourselves. Some days, it's like you're an entirely different person. Food doesn't taste the same, you yell at your caring husband over nothing and your orgasms are absurdly drawn-out. 

“Hey,” Jaebeom speaks up after an eternity and you take it as a cue to pull away, letting him fall out of you, “that was very quick. Are you alright, was it good?” Typical of him lately, being so overly concerned, you snort. Reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table, he offers them up so you can clean yourself. Still overpowered, you nod, laying back naked on the couch to do so.

What a sight it must be, a stranded whale in the middle of his living room.

Jaebeom doesn't seem to see that though. Transfixed, he positions himself to comfortably kiss and hold your heavy belly. His fingers linger, tracing patterns over the stretched skin. “What about you Shrimp?” He asks mouth pressed to the bump, tickling. “How are you doing?” Sure enough, the baby rolls, following the sound of his familiar reassuring voice. 

“We definitely woke her up”, you announce casually, grabbing one of his hands to position it better. Now that it's over, hopefully, he won't mind or get weirded out by that idea. “And you’ll need another nickname, we're both getting huge.”

“Sorry,” Jaebeom apologizes with adoration when there's a more obvious kick. To him, his baby girl's tumbling never gets old. To you neither, but it's a different sensation entirely. Whispering in confidence, he adds, “You'll always be a shrimp to me." At the words, you can't help the flutters you feel, not from the baby. When he looks up this time, Jaebeom doesn't seem as apprehensive of your reaction. You're on the magical post-coital cloud of happiness, together. “What?” If it could, your heart would physically expand from emotion at the sight, swelling with unconditional love. As an only answer, you run a hand through his locks and he cutely grins. “Shrimp, I think we're safe for now. I don't think mommy wants to murder daddy anymore...”

“Daddy needs to get over himself,” you dramatically roll your eyes, smiling, “he knows mommy loves him, no matter what…”

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[dubersbutt]

A Chance Meeting

Anon asked: Could you write fluff, smut & angst about reader x Jamie Benn? They meet, she's insecure about herself & only lasts a few dates before she breaks things off. Jamie is hurt & keeps contacting her but she's too ashamed to reach out. Few years later, they're both single, run into each other at a spin class, still have an interest & decide to go out again. This time reader is more confident, the sparks fly & their chemistry is off the charts.

A/N: Okay you asked for angst so I tried

Warnings: Smut and some body insecurities, nothing super bad but please don’t read if it could trigger something

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so tired of trying to be like them. All WAGs always had perfectly curled hair, and never an eyelash askew but were done. Always blonde and perfect, you just felt out of place.

You loved Jamie, you really did. Maybe you would eventually marry him and have cute little babies but you didn’t know if you could handle this anymore.

When you told Jamie that you wanted to break up he was confused. He couldn’t understand what went wrong; thought it was something he could do. But, you had spent a lot of time learning to love your body for all its curves and flaws and being around these perfect women all the time was affecting your self-esteem. You couldn’t do that to yourself again.

When you had ended things there were tears from both of you. Jamie had begged for you to stay, and you almost did. But, you had to prioritize yourself so you did. You broke up with him and cut all ties with him because that was the only way you were getting over him.

Three years later you were living your best life. You were going to check out this new spin class in downtown Dallas, they were supposed to do a VR-type thing that made it seem you were biking throughout the world in 45 minutes. It seemed like a cool idea.

You didn’t set your alarm properly so you were late. There were two bikes left and, of course, the one you chose happened to be the one that was next to the person you had never hoped to see again.

“Nice to see you, (Y/N),” he greets. Of course, he’s a perfect gentleman after you broke his heart. “Hi, Jamie,” you reply, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Offseason gives me a chance to try out things I wouldn’t really have a chance to,” that’s the last of your conversation before the music starts up and the class is biking through the streets of Dallas.

“8? C’mon (Y/N) you can do better than that,” he teases you. He always did when you were dating but you never minded it then. The smile on his face makes all the suppressed feelings rush back up.

“Not all of us can be athletes who back at 19? Are you even human?” you laugh back at him before turning back to the stimulation. You were now biking your way across the border to Canada.

“Hey, I grew up there!” Jamie points out looking at the screen. You knew he was from Victoria but you had never been

“Looks nice,” you pant while still trying to peddle your way through the city

“It is. You should visit sometime.” He did not just ask you to visit his hometown with him. You wanted to, you wanted to do nothing more than drag Jamie off that bike and to your apartment and make up all the lost time, but you couldn’t.

“Stop. I can’t talk and work out at the same time,” you reply partly to change the subject and partly in truth.

If you thought the class with Jamie was difficult, seeing him after was the worst part. Seeing him all sweaty turned you on and you couldn’t help but stare a little after class. He was drinking water by a window, sunlight streaming in and highlighting all the features that you loved so much.

“It was nice seeing you again,” he says, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Nice seeing you too.”

“So I might be totally out of line here but do you want to come back to my house, for lunch,” he asks.

There was no lunch.

There might have been if you hadn’t kissed him the second you walked through the door. He seemed surprised, but soon kissed you back and lifted you on top of the kitchen counter. You reached your hands up to run them through his hair, it was still damp from sweat but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

His hands were under your shirt, pulling it over your head.

“Fuck, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says looking at you. You were so glad you chose the sports bra that made your boobs look amazing.

“I missed you,” you can’t stop the words from coming out.

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he murmurs while kissing down your neck.

You start to pull off his shirt and then he’s carrying you to his room. He gently puts you on the bed and pushes you down. You try to take your sports bra off but it’s sticking to your body and gets stuck as you try to lift it over your head.

“Jamie…” you whine, “help me.”

He laughs but eventually manages to help detangle you.

“You always were the only girl who made me laugh in bed.” “Thanks?” you say skeptically.

“No, I mean that I’ve always been so nervous before you. But you make me feel so comfortable I’ve never been like that with anyone,” he says kissing you again.

He peels off your yoga pants from your body and now you’re fully naked. He circles your clit with his thumb and you cry out.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

He inserts one finger while continuing to rub your clit, remembering all the things that made you moan and squirm. He inserts one more finger and then another, bringing you to the edge.

“Jamie,” you moan, “I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby,” he says, “you’re so pretty when you cum.”

Your orgasm washes over you, your toes curling as you scream out Jamie’s name. When you open your eyes after you see Jamie bringing his fingers up to your mouth. You suck them into your mouth and let out a little moan at the taste of yourself.

“You ready?” he asks and you nod, “you look so good with my fingers in your mouth.” “I would look good with your fingers around my throat,” you say and smirk a little at the sharp intake of breath he takes.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re going to be the death of me.”

He enters you in one swift movement after rolling on a condom. Your hips lift off the bed as he starts to pull back slowly, agonizingly. He pushes back in at the same slow pace. He leans down to kiss in between your breasts.

“Harder, Jamie,” you plead.

He ignores you. In fact, he stops moving completely. He’s become so engrossed with your breasts, sucking gently on one nipple before moving onto the next one.

“Jamie,” you moan, “fuck me, please…”

He starts moving again, but slowly again.

“Jamie, please.”

“What do you say, baby girl?”

“Fuck me, daddy,” you plead.

That does the trick. He starts to pick up the pace, fucking into you at a mind-blowing speed. Your brain short circuits, you’re unable to say anything more than daddy and fuck and please. Jamie always loved to hear you beg.

Each thrust makes brings you closer to the edge. Jamie grips your hips to change the position and hit your G-spot every time

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. You’re thrown over the edge and left screaming Jamie’s name. He cums soon after, spilling into the condom and pulling out slowly. He ties it off before coming back to the bed and pull you close to him. Jamie always loved to cuddle.

The two of you stay in silence for 10 minutes before he asks the inevitable question: “Does this mean we’re back together.”

You take a deep breathe, “Jamie, I love you. I never broke up with you because I stopped loving you,” his eyes light up, “But, I can’t be with you.”

Your heart hurts at his crestfallen face, “Why not? You just said you love me. I love you too so why we can’t be together.” “You know why.” “Because of my teammate's wives? You won’t have to see them, ever. I’ll make sure to keep you away.” “It’s not that.” “Then what is it? Is it my schedule? I’ll quit for you.” “I can’t ask you to do that.” “You’re not asking.”

“Jamie, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” “I just don’t understand,” he pleads.

“I’m sorry. I spent so long to be happy with myself and I can’t continue to be happy when I’m surrounded by people who make me want to slip into my past. I also can’t ask you to give hockey for me, Jamie.”

“But I want to.” “I won’t let you.”

“But-”

“Jamie,” you say and he stops. He gets up from the bed and goes to his bathroom. You quickly gather all your stuff before you head out. As soon the door closes you lean against it and start to cry.

#jamie benn #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey smut #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn smut #ran writes #mine

[not-poignant]

This is sortve a personal question so no pressure if you don't have the spoons or aren't comfortable answering! I was just wondering, early into posting your fanfic and original fic, how did you deal with seeing views rise but not getting comments or kudos to use as feedback? If you experienced that? I recently started an original fic on A03 and I'm struggling a little with the anxiety of not knowing if anyone is enjoying it, even though I know I'm supposed to write for me. Love your work ❤️

Hi anon,

Okay so, I think there’s two things going on here. Firstly, original fics on AO3 do terribly unless you already have a decent fandom or following (and not just on AO3, but off it, on Twitter or Tumblr or wherever people can follow you - so you can drum up interest or gauge how interested people are in your original writing). That’s just the way that is.

Let’s be clear, I never wanted to write original fiction on AO3, I didn’t make an AO3 account to do that, I just sort of ended up doing it, and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone writing original fiction who wants that fiction to be discovered. Idk how I ended up here, but I’d be the first to say it’s not the smartest way to promote original fiction. (I have to say that, to beat all my author friends from telling me how much of an idiot I am for doing it this way, lmao, my only response is I love fandom and it’s fun).

The vast majority of readers on AO3 not only aren’t interested in reading original fiction on AO3, they actively go out of their way to avoid it.

There’s also things that a lot of fanfiction readers don’t like taking risks on: reading a story that’s only OCs (especially in the context of roleplay OCs, because authors don’t always work hard enough to make characters like this accessible to strangers, so what is fun between two people or a group of people, doesn’t read well to outsiders), reading stories that have too much exposition (not many people read fic for reams of exposition, though there are exceptions - but obvs this is what published fiction does that fanfic can generally skip), original short fics and drabbles (especially ones that aren’t explicit), etc.

When I first started posting Game Theory, less than 10% of of Shadows and Light active readers (i.e. people who comment and leave asks etc.) came over to try it. Tbh I think, initially, it may have even been like less than 5%. Eventually Game Theory came to stand on its own, but I had to work at that, over a long period of time (and I was frankly blessed with some truly amazing individuals who worked hard re: word of mouth, without my knowledge), and to this day my original fiction on AO3 still performs terribly compared to my fanfiction - I’m lucky it performs well overall, but if you compare kudos on say, The Golden Age that Never Was to like...The Ice Plague #2 or even Eversion, it’s pretty damning. 

The upshot of all of that is...AO3 is already working against you when it comes to original fiction. It’s amazing that AO3 allows original fiction, and some people still think it shouldn’t.

Okay! Now to the actual second part, which is how to cope with just not getting any feedback at all. This is more complicated. Honestly, a huge chunk of what might be happening may all be down to how many readers respond to original fiction in general. Overall, multi-chaptered fics do better than oneshots, unless the oneshots are explicit PWP, for example. There are some exceptions, but you can bet that those exceptions are ‘author who is traditionally published put some side work on AO3 and already have a huge-ass fucking following.’ There are I think well over 17,600 original fics on AO3 that have zero kudos. That’s nearly 1/3 of all of them. You are not alone.

The second part is down to you. And this stuff I can’t answer, because this is more complicated. Some of it is going to be you sitting down and looking at the quality of the fic, or how much hard work you’ve done to promote it (i.e. are ppl on your social media interested, for example?), and how much work you’ve done to introduce strangers to your characters (remember, they don’t have the benefit of a TV show/movie/fandom to introduce the characters for you anymore), because just putting a fic in the world is not enough if you don’t have a fandom to attach it to, unless you’re somewhere like Wattpad (and even then, I daresay the number of fics that have no comments/faves is HUGE). There’s a reason publishers make the commissions they do, and it’s partly because they have access to readerbases who will take risks on what they’re publishing. AO3 doesn’t really have the same base for original fiction, it doesn’t even want to.

Some of it will be down to how much you’re enjoying writing the fic (if it’s meant to be ongoing). Could you keep putting chapters up with no feedback? I’ve done it before (back on LJ, when no one gave a shit about my writing lmao and in the earliest days when I didn’t promote it through any communities), but I’ve also pulled and stopped fics that didn’t do well enough, because I needed that sense of fandom collaboration to keep going. This is deeply personal. Sometimes the story alone is enough to keep you going. But creators do enjoy feedback, so sometimes it’s not, and that’s okay too. It makes it more painful in the moment, but it may make you more likely to grow in the direction of attracting more readers in the future, and growth is good.

Some of it will be time. How long has the fic been up for? A day? A week? A year? Almost half of the entire kudos on the Shadows and Light stories came once the story was finished. I’m not saying wait a year, obviously, I don’t know anyone that patient, I’m just saying...it takes time for people to discover things. It takes even more time if people have no signposts to follow, and since people use fandoms as signposts to find things on AO3 (when they’re not using highly individual kinks anyway), you can see how being in origfic sets you back. You have fewer signposts.

I’m not gonna lie. It’s hard. The metrics support that it’s hard. 17k fics with not a single kudos is no joke. Dealing with it isn’t easy. Generally speaking I get depressed for a good long time, and then I take a step back, remember that in the grand scheme of things this really doesn’t matter very much, make myself some tea and go outside to stare at trees and clouds (I am just Like That (TM)). And then I decide if the story is still worth it, if I need to take some time, or if I need to work on something else.

You go story by story, and you keep working at it, unless you decide you don’t want to anymore, and then you’ll find something else you enjoy just as much. It’s not an easy process, but I don’t think anyone who ended up writing ever ends up with an easy process, alas. I wish you luck out there in the word mines, it can be a hard journey sometimes.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #pia on fanfiction #dodgy advice #like the dodgiest #seriously though a lot of this i'm willing to bet is #'well most of your problem is you published a fic in the original fiction category' #that alone already puts you at the bottom of a very STEEP mountain #fandom is so much easier #and even then #it's not *easy* #very little about this is #Anonymous

[madamrogersstorytelling]

From C to D

Ryan Brenner/Reader

I got those drabble requests a while back when I asked for help, and you guys sent me so many good ones, thank you for them all once again! I’ve been busy and only now got the chance to write them. 

I wanted to try something with this. This is written in different tense than most of my stories; in the present instead of in imperfect. Writing in the present was a bit harder than I expected, I slipped at times but it was also fun. I think imperfect is still my thing. 

This was requested by anon, by sweet Hermione for Ryan Brenner. He doesn’t get enough love. I hope you all like this.

This also is a fic for @thecoffeeshopforwriters‘ first official challenge “Music Is the Key” and can also be found on my masterlist for said challenge.

The song used in this is Imagine Dragons’ Next To Me.

Words: 1613

43. “You don’t have to change for me”

62. “Just shut up and kiss me”

“Something about the way that you walked into my living room

Casually and confident lookin' at the mess I am

But still you, still you want me

Stress lines and cigarettes, politics and deficits

Late bills and overages, screamin' and hollerin'

But still you, still you want me”

Imagine Dragons – Next to Me

  He is running his fingers on the strings, head low and fingers tight. Raw. Hard.

You are in the kitchen, cutting onions for the dinner. And he knows the tears in your eyes aren’t only because of the onions.

He is going to leave again. The next day, for… How long?

Not coming back is never an option. He hasn’t even considered it. He comes back if you let him; if you haven’t moved on while he’s on his trip. You have said that to him, countless times you have promised you won’t find someone else, someone with a proper job, someone who is here.

He is not here – not really. His body might be, the physical form hiding the thoughts and wonders he has not only in his head but all over his body; they go to his hands, caress his arms, hide his eyes behind thick, billowy curtains they call tears.

He is a man who cries. Not in front of others, but on his own. When he thinks he has done wrong, when he knows he has done wrong; when he feels he has failed, there is nothing he can do better, there is no way he can make things better. When the agony of the world hits him, hard.

He gets these moments sometimes, being useless and lost. The latter more than the first. He has a purpose when he holds his guitar. The instrument gives him a purpose.

He is an artist.

He knows he has more than one purpose when he looks at you. When you dance to the calm melody of a ballad from the good years, when you recognize the song he plays and start to sing it, when you look at him being him. When you accept him as him, as who he is. He is a mess and he knows it; knows it better than anyone else on this earth.

You can handle that mess. Once, not long ago, there was this piece of paper on the kitchen counter. He had forgotten it there the previous night, after late night snack you two had had. It had a start of a new song, only a few lines – quite good ones, actually – but you had written two words at the end of the paper.

The paper full of words from the depths of his night mind.

My mess

Everyone is a mess sometimes. He isn’t the worst kind. Life itself is a mess. He is this artistic, travelling kind of mess who – no. Mess is the wrong word to describe what he is.

You had found a better one. It had been later that same night, on the bed this time. No lights, only the lines of the other’s face were visible, and the words. He could see them in the darkness.

You’re slightly tangled, Ryan

From C to D, then back…

He plays in the living room; you cry at the onions. Not loud, he can’t hear it.

But he knows.

 You’re hiding your tears when you come back to the living room, hiding them behind this smile you always have on when you see him sitting on the sofa with his guitar, the case open by his feet.

“Dinner is ready, Ryan.”

He lifts his gaze up to your eyes from the guitar, fingers still hard and tight.

This time he hates it.

“Thank you,” he says and gives you a smile. It’s as fought as yours.

You don’t smile to each other like that. Not unless something is wrong.

You stop only five steps away from the doorframe and your eyes are on his. His dark orbs, now even darker in the warm, yellow light of the room, look right into yours.

What if the person you see now is the person you want to get everything they dream of?

What if this said person is worth it all?

What if you’re ready to do anything – everything – for this said person?

“Will you come to eat with me?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His silence speaks more than his words ever could.

That’s why you speak first.

“You don’t have to change for me,” you speak with the last three years in your voice. You know him, how his mind works; Ryan Brenner keeps things hiding. But you have been able to find these things, make him open his heart and soul to you.

It’s not this typical, about broken hearts and twisted minds, it’s more.

It has always been more.

Ever since the first note, sound, word, glance.

From C to D, then back…

The clinging sound of coins.

“It’s all around us. Love. And you have a fresh and beautiful way to sing about it.”

He looks up and sees a girl smiling to him.

Three years later, this same girl stands five steps away from the doorway, asking him to have dinner with her and tells he doesn’t have to change for her.

“You have nothing to change,” you go on. “Yes, it… it hurts when you leave. I get comfort from knowing I get to see you again and when I’m alone… I know you’re doing something that makes you happy. Something you want, something that will – will take you to your dreams. I know it will. It’s right that you do what’s your passion, it’s the right thing to do. You should not feel bad for it or think you should stay for me, change for me, give up your dreams and – that’s not what I want. I want you to be happy, Ryan.”

The words just come out of your mouth; you have no way to stop them. It’s like a dam that got broken, letting the river flow free. Your words are the river and your lips are the broken dam.

You know you talk too much. Asking him to have dinner with you, then changing the subject so dramatically. But his attention is on you and he listens to you, guitar just laying on his lap.

“You are you, Ryan. And I love this you. I can bear being alone but only if I know you’re doing something that makes you happy. Because… Still you, still… There is us. We. You and me.”

He gets up. The guitar, he puts it down on the sofa; making sure it doesn’t fall on the floor. It’s one of the things he holds dear, something he doesn’t want to feel pain. The only thing he protects more than his instrument is standing a few meters away from him and he makes his way towards it.

You.

That thing is you.

“Yes, I will have dinner with you, sweetheart,” he says as he stops in front of you. His hands, tattooed and always so soft when they touch you, cup your cheeks, and you nuzzle the right one a little. “You speak beautifully. I thank you for… believing in me.”

You smile to him. “I always believe in you. You’re different. You have your own touch and – “

“Shh,” he smiles, the sound he makes is partly a chuckle, like hearing this all would make him feel something he doesn’t want to feel right now. His right thumb caresses your cheek. “Everything you just said, if you mean it all…”

“I do,” you get a smile from him, one of his smiles that goes to his eyes.

“Then you know I take it all. I will remember it, I will know you don’t want anyone else and you’re… crying because of onions,” he moves a bit of hair from the side of your face, still smiling. “Were you? Crying because of onions?”

“You know onions always make me cry.”

“They make me cry too.”

“I know they do,” you move your hand to his wrist. “Listen, Ryan. I really want you to know that I…”

There is tears in your eyes again.

This time you have no onions nearby. The river flows in you, it’s bigger than you thought. Not only your words but tears too.

Sometimes we must let the river flow free.

“The only thing I want is that you’re safe wherever you go. And that I love you.”

“Hey… Y/N, sweetheart,” he is closer to you now. So close you can feel the warmth of his body radiating to yours. “Just shut up and kiss me. For a while, ok? I know there are a lot of things you want to tell me before I leave, but I promise you – there is time for them all. I will make time for them all. There is still time.”

You nod and look into his eyes. He is still smiling, this time warmly, encouragingly. Praises you, voice hardly audible. Like he doesn’t want to interrupt.

It’s him who erases the distance between you two.

It’s him who fixes the dam.

Most of the things you tell him when you kiss him, and he smiles. He smiles a lot when he’s with you. He is understood. He is heard.

He leaves you another piece of paper, only a few lines to fill.

But this time you don’t touch them; you don’t add anything. Because this time, they’re straight from him to you, like a letter in the form of a song.

This tangled man has a dream, and the dream is you

Sweetheart, you

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I can’t put into words how pleased and flattered I am whenever people notice things in my writing and then even let me know. You got it almost right, anon! ❤❤ I was craving early Protection Mountain and so I wrote two snippets to set up said photos for later - but since I deem both parts too short to post by themselves, I’ll post them together. They’re set at different times but it should become clear from the snippets themselves. (1st: Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1k words, 2nd: Rating M, sorta explicit, ~1.7k words)

Warning: the second part is technically dubcon since Monty’s sleeping but as the author I can assure everyone that he wouldn’t have a problem with any of it and there’s not much being done to him. If it’s not your cup of tea though, please don’t read it!

The other parts of Protection Mountain can be found via tags or here on my Masterpost! (Mobile version here)

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It’s dumb. It’s just an arm. Not only that, it’s a fucking cliché gesture, overdone and cheesy and would usually make him roll his eyes if he saw it on screen and produce gagging noises if he saw it in real life. One of the oldest ways to show possessiveness, always leaving an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth whenever anyone just assumed they could put an arm around his shoulders, even more so when his superiors did it. It was rare but it happened and he felt like shaking himself like a dog afterwards, just to get rid of this I own you feeling.

And yet, here he sits, Montagne’s arm around him, and has vowed to never move again. They’re watching some film or other, something stupid and filled with action he’s not following because he’s too busy having an internal crisis over the limb draped over him, weighing him down slightly, giving off a reassuring warmth. It shouldn’t feel this elating and yet it does, funnels all his attention towards the fingers he feels curled around his upper arm even through the blanket in which he’s wrapped. The thumb is stroking up and down, a soothing motion though it does nothing to calm Bandit’s nerves. Nothing at all.

His back is killing him, he really needs to adjust his position but worries the arm will disappear if he moves despite knowing it’s not the first time they’ve sat like this. Despite knowing Montagne usually subtly invites him in. They barely talk and this, too, makes him anxious – he has absolutely no idea what’s going on in the Frenchman’s head, whether he thinks he’s doing Bandit a favour or whether he’s taking pity on him. Maybe he doesn’t even like him. It’s a realistic possibility, they don’t really have anything in common, don’t hang out unless Bandit would otherwise spend the evening alone, and when they do they don’t communicate a lot. Montagne sometimes tries, and a few times they’ve had actual conversations, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it? He just doesn’t understand why Montagne is still here, allows him to steal his warmth, when all he does is – nothing, basically, he does nothing for him, he doesn’t deserve this warmth, doesn’t deserve the peace this man brings, the inexplicable shows of affection – because you don’t just sit on a couch and cuddle with someone you don’t like, right? That’s not something people do, nothing Bandit could ever imagine doing, and yet the doubt persists and burns under his fingernails, permeates his brain at the most inopportune moments, moments in which he’s vulnerable already, open for attack by his own thoughts turning on him -

The hand lifts, comes to rest on the side of his head, right behind his ear, fingers gently stroking through his hair, over his scalp. A shiver runs down his spine from the distracted gesture; it’s so comforting that his mind comes to a grinding halt, stops right then and there to assess the situation. Now’s not the time to fret, instead he should enjoy it while it lasts, accept the lovely gesture for what it is and not second guess Montagne’s motives. He gives in and puts his head on Montagne’s shoulder. The hand follows, cards through his hair, grounds him.

“Are you comfortable?”, Montagne murmurs after a few minutes.

Bandit just nods. He knows better than to put into words just how comfortable he really is, and instead merely adjusts his position so his back isn’t killing him anymore, melts against Montagne’s side and closes his eyes when the arm is put around him: once again, a reassuring weight. Time to continue not watching this film.

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When Bandit wakes up the next time, he’s encased in an embrace he didn’t anticipate. It takes him a few moments to figure out just what happened and how they’re arranged on the sofa until he realises Montagne is lying down, legs outstretched, and Bandit largely on top of him, back warmed by the Frenchman’s broad chest, torso hugged tightly and calm breaths tickling his hair. It seems the other man is still asleep, his regular breathing gently making Bandit rise and sink, and so he snuggles into the hug, rubs the top of his head on Montagne’s jaw, extracts one of his hands from the blanket in which he’s wrapped to stroke over Montagne’s upper arm. He’ll have to leave soon, he definitely doesn’t want Montagne to wake up like this, but he’s so warm.

It’s a mystery to him how Montagne unfailingly radiates heat as if it took no effort – the man really is an oven. Not only that, he seems to have no trouble in letting Bandit sleep on him though this implies a whole range of things Bandit is absolutely not ready to face yet. For now, he has to flee and hope no one saw -

A small noise makes his eyes fly open. He probably looks just as shocked as Rook who’s standing a few metres away and apparently froze mid-chew upon spotting the two people on the couch. For a while, neither of them moves a muscle.

“I saw nothing”, Rook then whispers, turns around on his heel and leaves without any further complications.

Okay. He really should – this needs to stop. It was the first night he slept in Montagne’s arms and he’ll make sure it’ll be the last one, too, he can’t keep doing this. He’s starting to rely on someone else and that is in no way acceptable, not when he already can’t rely on himself. It’s a burden he doesn’t want anyone else to shoulder, least this man who would probably bear anyone’s weight if they asked. No. He won’t add to it.

Carefully, he wiggles out of the tight hug and is about to throw his blanket over the large figure when he pauses. He’s seen Montagne sleep before, once or twice, but never at dawn, never bathed in golden sunlight and without worries, face smooth. On a whim, he picks up his phone from the table and takes a photo. Then he leaves.

When Blitz asks him about his red cheeks a minute later, Bandit tells him to shut up.

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~*~

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At this point, it’s moved long past worrying into the territory of genuinely concerning. There’s a lot of things about Montagne which frighten him, partly his urge to lay claim to him in whichever way possible, partly how deceptively easy his company is, partly the ever-present fear of losing him one way or another. He’s gotten attached and can’t deny it, but none of this is on Bandit’s mind right now, not now. Not when he’s got a half naked Montagne to admire.

What concerns him is the fact that a single kiss by this gorgeous God in front of him reduces him to a drooling mess already. It doesn’t matter what he does, he’s tried jerking off before they sleep in the same bed but all it achieved was to strengthen the desire for physical proximity, in turn prompting Montagne to be even more affectionate than usual and Bandit still ended up with a hard-on. He’s counted sheep, thought of the most revolting things yet Montagne easily penetrates his concentration by humming into his ear or, worse, spooning him, or, even worse, letting Bandit spoon him. He’s spent a few hours total with Montagne’s perfectly sculpted ass pressed against his crotch, quietly panting against this breathtaking back of his and holding on to his shapely hipbone while frantically trying not to hump him or wake him up or really just come in his underwear right then and there.

This morning seems adamant on testing his patience as well. The sun is just rising and allowing him an unobstructed view of the beauty that is Montagne, stretched out on the bed before him and blissfully sleeping despite the fact Bandit must’ve stolen the blanket some time during the night. This little detail is what allows him to marvel at perfection itself, take in the long limbs, dusting of hairs on his chest, strong muscles. If he looks closer, he can see his regular heartbeat. It hurts looking at him because Bandit now fully knows what he can’t have yet, what Montagne hasn’t graced him with. He’s received a few hand jobs so far and it pains him to call it that, it felt more like a revelation, Montagne attentive and thorough, learning quickly and reducing Bandit to a shuddering heap of want in minutes.

His prize is hidden in black briefs and it attracts his gaze like a magnet. He woke up with a boner and decided against taking care of it for exactly as long as he hadn’t yet turned around to examine the person with whom he’s sharing a bed. Now, he’s sitting upright, his own underwear pushed down and one hand lazily wandering up and down his hard shaft as he struggles with himself. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t and Montagne would be disappointed if he did and Bandit would probably also disappointed in himself but – it’s right there and it looks fucking big flaccid already and dear Lord he vividly remembers all the times he felt it against his body, not allowed to touch it.

It calls to him. With a muffled gasp, he picks up speed and prays that Montagne is as slow to wake today as he is usually. He has mornings on which he rises early and easily though they’re exceedingly rare, normally he inhales deeply, stretches his limbs and buries his head further in his pillow before he even opens his eyes. It should be enough of a warning to not get caught. Unless his hand is down Montagne’s underwear. He supposes there’s no way he can talk his way out of that one.

Maybe there’s a compromise in there somewhere. Hesitantly, he reaches out and touches his palm to it, moulds his hand around it to get a better feel and fuck, the flesh is hot and really as big as it looked and his breath hitches. This is bad. This is really bad. He needs to stop.

The head is thick already and merely imagining taking it robs him of the ability to form coherent thoughts. A quick glance, a complete stop in movement – no, Montagne is still sleeping, suspecting nothing, not reacting to the fact he’s being fondled. Bandit grows bolder, knowing full well he should be doing the opposite instead, and hooks his fingers into the waistband.

He’s going too far. It doesn’t matter that their job sometimes requires them to undress in front of each other, has had him cut open other people’s clothing several times and he probably has seen Montagne naked at some point. Still, it’s all irrelevant because it was an entirely different setting, there was nothing erotic about it, it wasn’t about being intimate with each other. It wasn’t breaking someone’s trust. His grip around his own dick tightens involuntarily. Then again, Montagne has seen him butt naked.

Carefully, he pulls the fabric down and forces himself to complete the task of hooking it under Montagne’s balls before he allows himself to take a good look. And Jesus fucking Christ. He clenches his teeth and has to convince his fist to slow down or else he’s going to come on the spot. It’s… large, first of all, yes, but even if not Bandit would call it pretty. His insides twist in an oddly pleasant way as he fantasises about swallowing it whole while smiling up at Montagne, and he can’t help but run his fingers through the dark curls. He has no preference when it comes to that, though he’s noticed shaving usually makes the cock look bigger – in Montagne’s case he assumes it won’t make a difference.

It’s beckoning him. It’d be so easy to just grab and work it gently until it starts filling with blood and swelling (though Montagne is probably a shower because holy hell) and maybe Montagne won’t be able to resist once he wakes up, so it’s possible Bandit will finally get to sit on this beautiful piece of flesh and oh God the thought alone makes him sweat. He bites his lip and cautiously begins peeling the foreskin back, exposing the head and rendering a few veins more visible, and when it twitches against his fingers, he comes without warning.

His climax takes him completely by surprise but the small jump was apparently too fucking hot for him and so he starts spurting semen accompanied by suppressed gasps, trying to be as quiet as possible while the contractions in his lower abs make him tremble and wash over him in waves of pleasure. It’s short-lived, however, because even in his immediate post-orgasmic haze, he notices one big fucking problem.

He came all over Montagne’s belly.

Panting softly, he eyes the mess with rising panic, unsure how to proceed. Another, now noticeably more scared as well as guilty glance reassures him that alright, at least he’s still asleep and hopefully will never know Bandit jerked off to his basically unconscious body because he can imagine that might be a deal breaker. It might actually be one.

And yet, there’s an entirely different urge present as well, insane and thus fitting well to the rest of his actions so far. Montagne looks stunning like this, ripe for the taking, the white drops exceedingly pretty on his skin and – he just has to. He has to.

He’s quick about it, immediately moves the photo to a folder inside a folder inside another folder, hoping Mute won’t hack into his phone any time soon or if he does, at least not dig this deeply, and hastily puts the phone back onto the bedside table. That still doesn’t solve his problem, however. He imagines wiping him off might actually wake him, the necessary friction of tissue on skin too much even for a heavy sleeper like him. He cleans himself, tucks both of them back in and then does the only thing he can think of to get rid of the evidence.

At first he’s careful not to touch Montagne’s warm skin with his lips and tries to soundlessly suck the viscous liquid in, but some of it ran down Montagne’s side and he has no other choice than to resort to properly licking it away. It doesn’t help that it spattered all over him.

And then Montagne does a deep inhale and Bandit panics. As quickly as possible, he licks up the drops he hasn’t gotten to yet, masking his actions as wet kisses, now at least not needing to be quiet. He finishes with a swirl through Montagne’s navel right as he stretches and gives his abdomen a cursory wipe to ensure he hasn’t missed anything, pretending he’s merely stroking over his skin in affection.

“Good morning”, Montagne slurs, still sleep-drunk, and rubs his eyes, as of now totally and completely oblivious of the disaster which unfolded mere seconds ago. “That’s a nice way to be woken up, you know.”

Bandit wants to scream. “Yeah”, he replies as casually as he can, “I couldn’t sleep anymore and you were there.” To support his alibi of simply wanting to rouse Montagne with his quick kisses and licks, he peppers his chest with a few more when a hand attempts to gently pull him towards Montagne and fucking hell if they make out now, there’s no way he won’t be able to taste the come on Bandit’s tongue. “Wait, I, uh, need to pee. I’ll be right back.” He ducks out of the soft grasp and jumps off the bed.

“Everything alright?”, Montagne wants to know and great, now he’s worried, probably thinks Bandit dreamt badly when all he did was to -

“Peachy”, he responds without looking back and, once he’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror, hides his burning cheeks in his hands for a solid ten seconds before he can even consider looking himself in the eye. Cool water on his hot face helps fight down the mortification and he even remembers to wash his mouth. “This stays between us, understood?”, he addresses his mirror image quietly before daring to step back out of the bathroom.

Sinking into Montagne’s arms helps as it always does, yet it’s also an odd comfort to know that he not only got away with it but also has visual proof for the future. He’s probably going to make use of that photo during lonely nights.

#rainbow six siege #montagne #bandit #montagne/bandit #fanfic #protection mountain #I'm crying at the prospect of sorting all these for a proper upload on ao3 #also bandit you better come up with a good explanation for that pic #because SOMEONE is going to find it

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Confessions

Disclaimer my story doesn’t follow the chronology of real life events. Yes, I use some of their real interactions but it’s not all in order, sorry! 

Again, please don’t kill me, I love you all! To the anon who messaged me after the last chapter claiming they liked angst, well here you go, honey! Also, shoutout to Lauren for being a sweetheart and urging me to upload x 

Masterlist – Plot: Tom attends the Bafta’s with his family.

Confessions (Chapter Sixteen)

There was a break between the Spider-Man: Homecoming promotional tour and the premiere and Tom had decided to go home. He was required to be back for the Bafta Award’s ceremony, but he’d decided to extend his stay in London. Promotion had meant that he was forced to see Zendaya every day and not touch her, hold her and it had been killing him inside. It was why he’d made the decision to spend some down time with his family. His brother’s and Harrison were the only people who could seemingly distract him from the drama that was his love life.

Since the day that he and Zendaya had decided to take a break, Tom hadn’t had a proper conversation with his mum either. He knew she was looking out for him, but he couldn’t help but partly blame her for putting the preposterous idea in Zendaya’s head. As a result, there was a clear strain on their mother-son relationship. They avoided each other in the kitchen, didn’t hold conversation over dinner; the whole family had detected something was up, but Nikki and Tom were as stubborn as each other, neither of them ready to make the first move. And, as angry and upset as Tom was, he knew he couldn’t deny her the chance of attending the Bafta ceremony with him. So, Tom had come to the event with his entourage in tow, a niggling voice in the back of his head reminding him that Zendaya wasn’t here.

Yes, they’d taken a break but they’d both reassured one another that their feelings were still there. It wasn’t like a plug switch that you can turn on and off on command, they were both still very much infatuated and that was what was making their separation harder. She’d texted him whilst he was in the taxi, wishing him luck. He could practically picture her sat in bed with her phone, genuinely smiling at the thought of his success. The thought made his heart hurt. If it weren’t for her stupid stalker, she’d be here … granted, they’d probably claim she was supporting her ‘friend’ but at least she’d be with him.

“Stop.” Harry nudged his brother’s stomach softly, his chin jutting out to usher towards Nikki. She kept glancing at her son, worry pasted across her features. She knew his break up with Zendaya was treating him bad and she felt sorry for him. But in the grand scheme of things, this was what was best for him and she didn’t want him to wallow on a night as important as this one. “Just pretend you’re happy tonight, for her.”

Even though he was fighting with his mother, Tom still loved her, always would, and so he nodded in response to Harry. This was a big night for him and he was going to try to enjoy it, even if that meant faking his way through it.

Tom smiled when he was required to, he shook hands with the right people and introduced himself to some big names in the business. He was just a rising star at this point and networking for him was essential. Nobody really took him seriously because he’d inherited Dom’s baby face but as he eloquently introduced himself, people were slowly warming to him as an adult rather than a child. As he did so, Tom noticed his mother watching from a distance. She was letting him do his thing and she was proud of him for overcoming the drama in his personal life to present himself in a respectable manner.

She was even prouder when they announced him as the winner for his category. She couldn’t help it, she was on her feet with the rest of the family, screaming and hollering like the number one fan she was always destined to be. The tears began to well in the depths of her eyes and Dominic, her husband, placed a hand to her elbow, a smile gracing his lips too. The gesture was small, but it was enough for them to exchange how happy and proud they were of their eldest son. This was what Nikki had always wanted for him, a life of possibility and success; something she regretfully knew was going to be hindered if his sex tape was released.

“Proud of you, man.” Tom was thrown into the hustle of congratulations and hugs. Actors and actresses, people he’d only ever seen on TV, had stopped him to say their kind words and Tom was awestruck. It had taken him a good few hours – minutes prior to the after party – before he was reunited with his family. “Let’s go celebrate.” Harry, being Harry, was ready to party and let loose, and frankly, so was Tom.

For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel this depressing pit in his stomach. He was happy, and his family was happy and for tonight, he could live with that. He was going to enjoy this monumental moment in his career and celebrate. As the family inched towards the ballroom in which the after party was being held, Tom felt his phone go off in his pocket. He was getting an influx of messages from friends and family, but the all-important messages were at the top. Zendaya had messaged him a minute after his award had been announced, she’d technically been the first to congratulate him. The fact that she’d been glued to her TV and quick to message him made his heart swarm. Her text was heartfelt and pure and directly after was the notification for the tweet she’d released to the public. He thanked her quickly before meeting his brothers at the bar.

Like a lot of these Hollywood events, the after party had an open bar and the four lads – Tom, Sam, Harry and Harrison – decided to go a little wild. Nikki and Dom, at first, were letting them enjoy their night before Nikki called Sam over. Out of her three older sons, Sam was the most responsible and she instructed him to keep an eye on Tom.  She knew he was supposed to celebrate, he was granted to after his award, but she also didn’t want him getting so smashed in front of the people he’d just made good first impressions on.

“Tell him to lay off the beer, socialise some more.” Nikki waved her arms about the room. There were so many young, talented actors in the room.  This opportunity was good for him. “Maybe he can make some more contacts, meet a girl-“ As soon as the words came out of Nikki’s mouth she regretted them and Sam just glared at her. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why there was tension between his brother and his mum and he hadn’t questioned it. He had just tried to comfort Tom as best as he could. However, if his mum was trying to set him up so soon after his break up, Sam was one hundred per cent going to side with his brother.

“Don’t.” He shook his head at her. Nikki and Dom had a history of getting involved in their son’s relationships and sometimes it didn’t always end happily. They meant well, their son’s’ best interests at heart, but sometimes it was overbearing and unnecessary. “Don’t do this to him today.”

“I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Just let him enjoy tonight, okay? Please.” Nikki nodded and turned towards her dinner plate, picking at the remnants awkwardly. She hadn’t meant her comment literally. She knew her son loved Zendaya and she knew it would take him a while to get over her, she just thought maybe some harmless flirting would remind him that there were plenty of other fish in the sea. She didn’t mean for him to go out and find a new girlfriend instantly. Her intentions were to get him to be the social, loveable character that he always had been.

“What did Mum say?” Harry asked as soon as Sam returned, and Sam gave him a pointed look, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to reiterate his mother’s words to the boys, he was simply just going to take a step back and watch that Tom didn’t drink too much. But, Harry’s question had everyone’s attention instantly and Sam knew he had to tell his brother the truth. Tom was looking at him expectantly and he knew the truth would come out sooner or later. They didn’t have the type of relationship that consisted of secrets. The boys told each other everything and before Sam could second guess himself, he was telling his brother what had happened honestly.

“Don’t get mad.” Sam added in hurriedly, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. Because as soon as Sam was talking, Tom was scowling. “Mom said watch the alcohol.��� He pointed to the beer in Tom’s hands. “And she wants you to socialise, maybe meet a few girls-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tom placed the glass beer bottle down against the bar top a little loudly. However, due to the music infiltrating the room, only a few close bystanders heard it. Sam winced a little and held his brother’s arm, urging him to relax and not make a scene. But Tom was suddenly mad.

“Look, just drop it and talk to her about it tomorrow. She’s been really upset the past few days and neither of you are helping make the situation better.”

“Why is she upset?” Tom scoffed, snatching his arm out of the hold of Sam’s. He couldn’t believe his mum was trying to play matchmaker already. His heart still felt raw and vulnerable and whilst he was mad, he wasn’t going to sugar coat the fact that she was partly the reason why he was hurting. Zendaya was a person who thrived on vocal reassurance; Nikki’s words had just confirmed her doubts about being with Tom and made it into a reality. “She’s the one who made my girlfriend break up with me, she’s the reason Zendaya’s not here-”

“Oh, come on, bro, you know that’s not true.” Sam sighed. He hated when everybody fought and as the peacemaker of the family he felt it was his responsibility to sort everybody’s kinks out. “We can talk about it tomorrow, don’t do this on your big night.”

Tom nodded but his brother’s and consequently his mother’s words sat at the forefront of his brain all night. He could feel her eyes on him and some weird, spiteful part of him wanted to do exactly what she asked of him. He’d grown up doing everything his parents had asked of him. They’d put him in ballet and kids at school teased him for it, but he did it anyway because it’s what his parents wanted. He went into show business because they asked him to. And yes, he enjoyed it all, but it had always started off with what they wanted. Years later, he was still doing what they wanted, and it seemingly wasn’t enough for them. Tonight, he’d done the socialising part and it still hadn’t made his mum content.

So, with a very petty smirk in her direction, Tom approached a young actress whose name was circulating in the business, Ella Purnell. He wasn’t flirting with her or anything of that sort, they said hello, smiled for a picture and then separated but as they spoke, Tom kept looking back at his mum, their eyes fixated on each other. He was trying to prove a point. It didn’t matter if the Miss Universe was thrust in front of his face, she wasn’t going to compare to his girlfriend. As Tom’s eyes met his mother’s, they were silently screaming “I’m talking to other girls that aren’t Zendaya. I’m still not happy. Are you?”

Across the pond, Zendaya had been … happy. Being her typical self, she’d spent ages lurking on the likes of Twitter as people congratulated and fawned over Tom and his Bafta. She was unbelievably proud of him and she was glad that their separation was enabling him to fulfil his dreams without any hindrances.  It was safe to say, she’d fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

On the contrary, the smile wasn’t there when she woke up in the middle of the night. She had a stampede of messages from Darnell and Deja, two of her closest friends, all of them asking if she was okay. At first Zendaya was confused but all confusion was replaced with heartache as soon as she opened her first message and then her second, and then her third – they were all links to gossip columns talking about Tom and his potential new love interest, Ella.

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