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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 2 days

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Hazbin Hotel Characters React to You Asking for a Hug (PART 2)

Buckle in bitches, its time for some COMFORT

Lucifer

Guys he’s SO nervous

“Oh really? You, uh, you want a hug from me? Are you sure?”

Nervous laughter 100

Takes a hot minute for him to adjust, but DOES give good hugs

WING HUGS. Y’ALL KNOW HOW I GET ABOUT WING HUGS.

Y’all gotta remember he’s a dad

So good, firm dad hug

His hands are clammy af, but don’t mention that pls

Gives you the opportunity to talk out whatever’s going through your head

Actually has really insightful advice

Like his daughter, honestly so honoured you chose to come to him

Lute

“Must I?”

Begrudging as FUCK

But she’ll do it

If she has to

Stiff, awkward hugs that last for 5 seconds tops

No wing hugs :(

“Human souls are weird”

Tries to teach you how to fight so you can use sparring as a “normal” coping mechanism

Adam

As much as I hate him, would give BANGIN hugs

“Fuck, you wan’ a hug? Fuck yeah bitch, get over here!”

Super enthusiastic about it????

Like, gives you shit, but its still one of the tightest and most excited hugs you’ve ever received

Very very warm

You will probably overheat if you stay there too long

WING HUGS!!!!!!!

Will be extra touchy with you from here on out

Arm around the shoulder, etc

Carmilla

Is she mom, or mommy? Jury’s still out on that one.

Will never ever refuse you if you need a hug

Will, however, try to pull you aside and make it a private moment

Not a big fan on PDA, but your wellbeing takes priority

Makes you rest your head against her chest, no matter how tall you are

If you tell her what’s going on, will fix it

You don’t even need to ask.

She’s gonna check up on you after at LEAST twice

Rosie

Is she mom or mommy part 2: electric boogaloo

Drops EVERYTHING

Ushers you into a sunroom and brews you a pot of tea to share

And grabs snacks, of course

Definitely forgets if cannibalism makes you queasy

Holds you hand from across the table and encourages you to talk it out with her

A lil bit pushy about it, but its from a place of love

But if you need it, will definitely hug you

Another one with bone shattering hugs

Her hands are cold af tho, so beware

Vox

Tbh doesn’t hear you the first time, he’s super focused on whatever else he’s doing

Once he hears you/it registers to him, he’s pretty confused

“Why do you need a hug?”

Only hugs you if y’all are really close

Generally not a touchy person

He won’t stop whatever he’s doing though

Most likely will just sit you in his lap, so he can cuddle And work

Multitasking, bitch

Don’t do it while he’s actively broadcasting though

Super against PDA (bc he’s embarrassed) and will probably snap at you if you break this boundary

Velvette

“Wot. Why?”

Also confused

Like Vox, usually to busy to properly hug you

But will let you stick around and lay all over her while she works

Anyone who questions it dies Very quickly, and Very grotesquely

Very protective

“Babes, do I need to hurt someone? Coz you Know I’ll do it”

Probs takes selfies of you hanging off of her bc she thinks its cute

Will dress you up to try and make you feel better

Valentino

Seek psychological help 💕

I know he’s got a sexy voice, but you know I’m right

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bookwyrminspiration · 9 months

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I...have to send... an EMAIL! *explodes everything away from me in a perfect circle with my mind*

#shitpost #quil's unholy underworld #goddd I don't like reaching out to people but I want to know this so bad #i gotta know #is this course only offered this semester #because it's got really low enrollment because it's more niche #there are literally only 2 people enrolled in the course rn #so they might only do it in the fall every year #in which case. I need to know #so I can completely rethink my schedule to accommodate it because I really want to take it #it would mess up like half my classes #but! i really wanna take it #so I gotta know. is this just in the fall #or. could I take it next semester in the spring #because I don't want to wait a year #this is. this is something it's better to start sooner #so now I gotta send! an email! to ask to department whether i gotta completely rearrange rn or if. I don't #and i'm on a time limit here #if only i'd know how to properly look up the course when I first registered...I didn't know how they categorized it #so I registered without being able to look it up #but now I found it #and OUGH #i wanna. I wanna take it so so bad

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possiblytracker · 11 months

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See you in six weeks after you've finished TOTK <3!

literally in my sleep deprived slightly-reduced-anxiety haze earlier today i just went "oh my god okay this is getting out of hand i have to do it. i have to get over it and simply Stop being scared and self isolating and all my issues will be solved" (unlikely to happen in my current state but love the optimism) only to realise only 2 seconds later that even if i theoretically DID just start throwing out DMs left and right my chances of a) remembering to respond b) getting a response from people at all are stupid low right now because not just me but (almost) everyone and their mother is currently marathoning The Legend Of Zelda: Vehicular Manslaughter/j

like i have no idea how i didnt see this coming. ill prolly give it a few days. for my sake as well as some others' ksdjJD

#this is late my ask notifs STILL arent working properly and i took a nap but. yeah pretty much <3 kjsSJKD #love when a new popular game comes out and my switch activity becomes a wall of 8+ people playing the same thing #for like 2 days #theres so much to DO its gonna keep me busy (semi-busy) for a long long time yet i think #i have at least some small incentive to hurry tho i DESPERATELY want to listen to the soundtrack but i dont trust youtube video titles #not to spoil me and im kinda really enjoying not knowing where any of this is going #usually i have a fairly neutral opinion on story spoilers for games but in this very specific case i do care. i care a Lot ekjGJHF #im having my brain chemistry irreversibly altered here just being Told about it has no impact!!! no panache!!!!!!#im going to Experience this shit and im gonna do it Well if its the last thing i do!!!!!#i can already think of so many things i want to talk about and/or post but i gotta restrain myself for a more sensible time #im taking Notes though.#this was a lot of words. im still very tired. tldr yeah see you in six weeks <3 /j

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opens-up-4-nobody · 10 months

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#woof. if all goes to plan Tomorrow is the last day i have to take measurements forever. if all goes to plan. if all goes to plan. but im #not holding my breath bc thats asking for chaos. i think this week ive done a good job of not pushing it #in terms of not torturing myself and making myself insane. which is good bc its exhausting taking measurements with the ambient stress of #apartment hunting from across the country. ive toured 2 places from afar and applied to them. and im meeting with someone to talk abt #potentially being roommates tomorrow. which is terrifying bc i really just wanna beg them like pls pls like me so i can stop looking pls #like i have to rely on my charisma i guess when im a bit asocial and odd. not unlikable but idk maybe they want someone more normie idk #its exhausting. ive sent so many emails and so many places r like no u gotta physically visit. ugh #and i have to clean my whole apartment by Tuesday for my landlord to inspect bc i had to give them a 30 day notice or else they wouldn't #release my info for like referal on background checks. there should b flexibility in when i can leave tho. its just stressful #at least im doing this when im pretty stable and i stop taking measurements tomorrow but i haven't taken a break since last Saturday #and haven't really had time to properly draw which annoys me and apparently i wont get a break this weekend with all the cleaning i gotta do #but oh well. at least im better off than the other person i kno who is moving Tuesday across the country and currently doesnt have a place #to stay. so i guess theyre gonna b living out of their car for a while. im stressed enough a month out from leaving #sigh. im just v tired and my heart is beating too fast and i wanna start cleaning now but im sleepy #whenever we go sampling we joke that we have to make sacrifices to the weather gods for good conditions. i guess i gotta make sacrifices #to the housing gods 🙏 ugh. pls. i dont wanna still b doing this for another week when i wont have time bc ill actually have to focus on #things. ugh. cant wait to b in the future where i dont have to deal with this #unrelated

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sparring-spirals · 2 years

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Thoughts on the ending of the last episode?

Hmmm.

From an as-is, the scene exclusively by itself, exciting! Kind of hilarious, in the way that only Bell's Hells can be. And of course, we all love Kiki. (I have a tendency to use "we" when I just mean I, but this time I am absolutely bringing you all in with me. WE love Keyleth. 😌) Also the cast is having a fucking blast, and you can tell.

From a broader perspective, I had my reservations before about bringing Keyleth (or any VM member) directly in for rez- a lot of them fueled by personal preference and opinions about storytelling and narrative and like. Just my personal opinions on shared universes and callbacks. Those opinions still stand. This did not mean before, and still doesn't, that the story being told now is bad or worse in some form! It just might look a little different now. Bringing Keyleth and VM folks in, explicitly and as NPC characters, to directly handle or play a part in the resurrection of a main PC in this campaign, absolutely alters elements of the narrative that is potentially being pulled together, and so I'm like. Mentally calibrating for that.

Keyleth and other Vox Machina folks are going to be NPC's now, I think. Which is good, IMO, in part so that the other cast members can focus on playing their current characters and because. They are NPC's now, in all the ways that the story reflect and in prestige and because. Their campaign ended.

It also means that now, no matter which way we squeeze the lemon, Vox Machina as characters are now irreversibly intertwined with Bell's Hells. Whether the resurrection succeeds or fails, the connection is there, the problems and goals and hopes of the characters have a tie to each other (not to mention precedence, for how future problems might be addressed or solved, although that is obviously dependent on how Matt and co decide to handle it).

And the thing is, Vox Machina are NPC's now, but they were PC's before, and so that changes things. We know they are fully fleshed out characters with backstories and motivations and we want to honor that. Even if a person hasn't actually watched C1, there's still a bit of that drive there, to look at all these little actions and words and pin them up against a bright and brilliant and fleshed out backstory, to dive into reasons why and hopes and motivations. Because they're there, and we know about them, and we're inclined to care about them, root for them, wonder about them in a way we probably wouldn't, if they were just NPC's. Even beloved ones.

In a shared universe kind of situation, this is a plus. This is the benefit, that you love many things and you could get the joy of watching them intersect and grow. Grow together, even! Or at least interact, and then you get to speculate about these characters and things you love all over again.

I, very personally, don't prefer shared universes for this particular reason. I'm not the biggest fan of- idk how to phrase it. MCU style crossovers, I suppose? Which can often lean on things like referential weight, or end up with stories where there is hefty amount of "main cast" characters you're intended to root for and know about to really enjoy it.

I love stories that stand completely on their own, where you can drop in with no real context and watch these characters grow and interact and mess up and love each other and unstand and get the weight of all of it. I am an absolute sucker for those kinds of stories. Similarly to how so much of the M9's entire... shebang was independent of the previous campaign and characters, if impacted by ripples here and there.

I was hoping for the Bell's Hells, that they would get a chance to grow and tell a story fully and completely their own, with the space that independence provides to focus on each of them, as they are, without needing to actively share stage with the previous campaign characters. Tying in previous campaign members to key moments right in front of us (and not in backstory) makes that more difficult, and I'd argue even somewhat-frequent cameos leave us in a space where we are often thinking about prior stories and external characters. The Bells motivations are tangled and weighed, in a sense, against the motivations and thoughts and hopes of these other characters and past stories, and IMO, it leaves just a little less space for us to explore the Bells, as they are, in current space.

Its arguably not guaranteed that, cameos and touch points continue, but- like I said. Getting to bring folks back in, or refer to them is one of the benefits of a shared universe. The cast- and a lot of us! Love these characters. Why not, if we have them here and invested, now, right?

so. You know. I'm just kind of recalibrating a bit, just in case. I'm still enjoying the interactions, at face value, and crossovers are cool, and again, I love Keyleth. beloved. Thinking about how this impacts Vex and Percy and Keyleth or how Pike and Grog or Scanlan might get roped in is fun.

But I'm also takin some energy to adjust some personal expectations about where this brings us in the future, esp for the Bells especially. just in case.

#phew okay this got long but i have a Very Specific approach about all this and wanted to explain it properly #critical role #cr spoilers #c3e35 #spar speaks #ask away!#also im just going to say here that like. this is not intended to rain on anyones parade. OR be an invitation for discourse #or if you Really Hated This this is also not a place for you to like. complain extensively about it.#i really do think this is a thing of 'i was hoping for a particular kind of story and it might not steer in that direction'#'but i think i could still enjoy it. just gotta calibrate what im expecting'#so people coming in with a 'yeah this SUCKS and NO ONE WANTED IT' is.... not going to be appreciated #im just SUCH a sucker for stories that sit by themselves and you pull them apart and all these themes and tropes and familiarity fall out #and characters that you get to really and fully dig into in a way exclusively about them. good shit 👌👌👌#which could still happen! but probably itll look a little diff.#okay ill stop talking sorry #narrative meta #i guess #also seriously all this aside the comedy of VM meeting the Bell's Hells is gonna be hilarious. and tragic. and hilarious.#is this discourse? should i tag this as discourse? im hoping it doesnt count. but uh. jic i guess.#cr discourse #?#also i probably wont respond to a lot more asks about this or continue this line of discussion unless theres something i really wanna add #so just an fyi if people send in asks about this that i proooobably wont respond?

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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Writing Bakugou is 100% a quicker way to build a following for sure, so when you write outside of it then naturally it may not get the same activity based on what someone may have followed for and what people are searching for. It depends though I personally have never seen jjk but I follow like 5 people a couple which have started venturing out into jjk (originally bhna writers) because it's their current obsession. And I like how they write them (my view will be so skewed when I finally watch lmao)! That's the fun part of having a blog I feel lol. My love will always be for my fav but I will go feral for other characters and fandoms. If people don't like they don't have to be here lol. Your blog is so fun to me though even your non-writing stuff. Your blog is "good soup" or whatever people say.

asjfdasldk gonna cry @ this🥺🥺🥺

i think you definitely have a point about writing bakugo... but also, as someone who's been here (and maybe you have too, idk) since oct. 2020... i do think interaction dynamics + desire for content has shifted some. Sure, bakugo has always been a favorite, but writing for other characters was never NOT a way to gain followers, too... if i'm properly expressing what i mean?

(like, 6+ months ago you could post a deku thing that would get a lot of traction... now you post something deku and it's regarded as a normal post... VERSUS, posting bakugo 6+ months ago would get you traction and it still gets traction now.)

like we both have mentioned tho, interests are switching and thats okay! just feels weird since... idk. i think genuine audiences (like u) are sparser in general now which makes things a lot more different now, too.

that being said, however, you make a great point and remind me of something important... which is that the people who truly value and enjoy this site (and the content on it regardless of whether it meets ur needs 100% of the time)... are gonna stick thru it no matter what.

i really (and im sure im speaking on behalf of the other ppl u follow, too) appreciate the kindness and consideration u have for us when it comes to posting abt what just tickles our fancy lol... and i'd love to hear abt ur thoughts on jjk when u get around to it, too (bc i definitely read it before watching and ended up a bit shocked also asjkdfkadshk).

but all things considered... im probably not saying anything u don't already know, just that its hard to come to terms with feeling like the community u truly fell in love with (content aside) a year+ ago is berry different now, not just with content but also through function.

change isn't necessarily bad tho... just gotta get used to it and it really helps that ur so kind. im probably wasting ur time at this point LMFAOO but u make me weep with ur nice words and the "whatever people call it" sflafjsdk.

💓i love u💓

#good soup.... u deserve the best soup #im tired now so im sorry if this doesn't make sense #BUT #really... from the bottom of my heart... thank u for enjoying my blog #makes me feel like.. not all hope is lost #and im insecure abt my non writing posts for kisses to u for that as well #theres just so few ogs on this site u know?#i feel like you use it properly but no one else does #no one else is the wrong thing to say #but we do have more ppl on here who JUST go for the characters they like #vs who go for the experience instead #which has changed the way things used to be #bc u used to be able to survive writing for multiple pp #ppl*#now u just gotta write bakugo or jjk or something else #and its hard given the fact that i struggle with writing now #ask #anon #caitie chats

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fromaliminalspace · 2 years

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For the gif makers ask meme... 14, 16, 34, and 48?

[ask meme link]

14. How long does it usually take you to make a set

for real, while technically i can make a gifset within a day or a few, i have a nasty tendency to procrastinate everything, literally everything, even stuff i actually enjoy. and when i do get around to actually making sth i overthink it. sometimes for months. yup. lbr overthinking (alongside chronic lack of spoons) is the main reason i create stuff so rarely and post it even rarer even if i have it finished for a while. i'm trying to improve, okay..? just gonna kick myself more often into calling things finished and posting them, i literally have dozens of gifset ideas waiting to be executed, several art wips (as well as finished pieces), two videoedit ideas, and quite a few k words of both fic and meta… the tricky part is just to get around to all of it

16. How long have you been making gifs

oof lemme see… in June 2020 i made my first gifs that weren't completely horrible cuz before that i was using merely a phone app for this with video editing software (this and this were made this way). and then in February 2021 i finally figured out what was missing from my PS and preventing me from editing gifs there and fixed it. so yeah, i've been relatively new to this, i guess..? though ngl the experience of very spontaneously making two videoedits before trying out proper gifing was a nice starting point

34. A set that took you a long time/was really hard but you’re really proud of how it came out

hm the stardust one is the first that came to mind even though it's more the case of "it didn't receive as much attention as most my other cql gifsets but i'm still quite fond of it" rather than it being particularly time/effort-consuming. not to mention that i'm hardly ever actually proud of anything i create but well, that's just my brain cockroaches messing stuff up. back on track, the WWX gifs in the trust parallel set were a pain to edit but eventually i ended up learning new tricks while groping my way around it so i'm not complaining

okay, if i were really to pick a gifset i'm proud of that'd be the ripples one, no doubts (gonna add the link once i actually finish and post it, i promise). it's the most advanced technically (don't even ask me how long i've been nitpicking it from all directions and how i'm still tempted to drop the current version in favor of approaching it from a whole new direction bc surely it can be done way way better if i just go nitpick it some more! ya know, the usual overthinking) and it's sth very personal to me thematically. the underlying meaning of it is too closely related to liminal spaces (or more like what i simplify as "liminal spaces" as i suspect my own understanding of this concept in general can differ quite a bit from that of other people) so putting it into actual words gets tricky. but this kinda comes with the territory so nothing unusual

48. How would you describe your giffing style

ugh honestly idek if i have one..? for real, i don't think there's anything about my gifs that makes them stand out much. at least there surely isn't anything that i deliberately make sure to integrate every single time (maybe i do unconsciously though, who knows). so i feel like it's more for others to judge ¯_(ツ)_/¯

what i can say is that when i do make gifsets i apparently tend to illustrate some narrative parallels or sth with them..? or just combine scenes with a quote that strikes me with fitting vibes. or both. also i like to have fun with the colors and lighting and use adjustment layers quite heavily (but gotta admit it's hardly an option to halfass this if i wanna my Yi City gifs to look vibrant and alive enough). i suppose alternative subtitles to all my cql sets are a feature of my so called style as well since i always translate them myself instead of going the easy way and copying any of the already existing ones. which is also fun! even if, well, adds to the amount of time and spoons i put into it but what can i say, it's a matter of habit by now

#Liam whispers into the void #the void whispers back to Liam #ebonykain #ask games #creativity #gifing #yeah i'm still (somewhat) alive here #me? replying to an ask game for once? more likely than you think #and than *i* think tbh #should do sth about the other ones as well actually but hopefully i'll do it sooner rather than later #also feeling like this came out longer than anyone would probably wanna see so sorry for that i got rambly #but this doesn't look long enough to warrant the long post tag. correct me if i'm wrong though #anyway thank you Ebony for sending the ask and prompting me to at least *think* in the creative direction! it's really appreciated💜#ngl was considering posting this once i post the ripples gifset but knowing me this can get postponed for another year so NOPE #now or never #should finish that one as well though #upd: feels ironic to answer a gifmaking meme and not know how to properly add someone else's gif to the post #i thought it'd look right once i hit post but no. not enough at least #looks like i gotta settle at this cuz i can't think rn of how else to do it

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roaringroa · 3 months

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i think i'm gonna use my old tumblr posts about her to ask her to be my girlfriend lmaooooo

#by that i mean gonna make a ppt with screenshots of that one post i made a few days after meeting her for the first time halloween 2022 #and all my additions to it #including one i have yet to make about wanting to ask her something #and maybe other posts/tags i've written about her?#oh this is so cheesy and stupid lfbdsafadsfd #but it's so me so if she wants to date me she needs to know what she's getting into lol (stupid cheesy nerdy shit)#hmmm maybe add that 'will you be my gf' made out of mitski songs i made like 2 days after our second date lmaoooo #oh i really really really really like her #i still gotta put together it all properly but imma do it today and tomorrow #and then... i'll probably wait a little more to ask her but we'll see #my post

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ragingbookdragon · 3 months

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It comes as somewhat a surprise when the others realize that something has obviously happened between their resident Lieutenant and Private, as she’s quick to fall silent whenever he appears, and even more so make herself scare when she can when he’s around. It’s only the third time that Soap sees it that he says something, because if he doesn’t no one else will, and where’s the fun in that?

He watches her duck her head and leave the break room, Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost sitting alone at the breakfast table conversing over soggy cereal and cooling tea; Soap pushes a piece of bacon on his plate and asks, “Trouble in paradise, Lt?” the corner of his mouth arches with a slight grin when he hears the warning grunt come from Ghost.

“No.”

“Seems like it,” he retorts, taking a sip of his coffee. “What’d ya do? Tell her ta fuck off?”

“Drop it, MacTavish,” Ghost warns darkly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

This time, Gaz jumps in. “C’mon, Lt., it’s obvious that something’s wrong. I mean, she won’t even look at you, let alone say anything unless you speak first.”

“An’ she’s callin’ ‘im ‘sir.’” Soap adds, pointing at him. “Christ, Lt., ya musta done a number on ‘er. Poor Puffin. So sweet and kind. Broke ‘er heart ya did.”

Price can tell that Ghost is close to snapping at the both of them but gets to it before he does. “Soap, Gaz, go catalogue our inventory for the mission next week.”

“Aw, but we already d—” Soap falls silent when Price shoots him a look and quietly grumbles to himself as he grabs his plate and cup, Gaz following in suit.

It’s only until the two soldiers are alone that Price asks, “What did happen, Simon?”

Ghost lets out a long sigh and rolls his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Pretty much told ‘er to fuck off.”

Price watches quietly as Ghost begins rattling to himself—he’s never really had to ask the man to explain himself. All he’s gotta do is prompt him to do so and Ghost does the rest.

“I just got mad. She’s always ‘round and practically up my arse, and I got caught up and instead of ‘andlin’ it properly, I shoved my fucking foot in my mouth and scalped her.” He rubs a hand over his face. “I meant to be gentler but once I started, I couldn’t stop. It just kept comin’ out. And now she fuckin’ hates me.”

He pulls his hand down and looks up at Price with a scowl—the man is smiling at him, but it’s that stupid smile that means more than Ghost wants to admit it does.

“Quit that.”

“You care about her,” Price murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, though his admonish is still harsh. “And instead of telling her how you felt like a grown adult, you took the ten-year-old way out and decided to be a cunt to her.”

“I didn’t mean to be such a cunt.”

“But the fact of the matter is that you did, and you’ve screwed up team fluidity and cohesion.” He looks at him. “You know a team divided—”

“Can’t stand,” Ghost finishes with an even worse scowl. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He looks away. “I just don’t know how to even start tryin’ to fix it.”

“Well, apologizing might be a good start,” Price rumbles with a grin. “She’s a good kid, Simon. Her heart’s in the right place, even if it’s a bit much at times. Shows she cares. More than most do in our line of work. She’s a rare one.”

“I know,” he admits in a much, much softer tone. “I just don’t want her to lose that doin’ this.” His eyes meet Price’s, and they hold such a misery. “Look at us, Price,” he mutters, gesturing between them. “Middle age, unmarried, no kids, too fucked up for anything like that. She doesn’t…” he clenches his jaw. “She deserves a better path, a safer path, than this life. She deserves to go out and have a life where she comes home to a family.”

“That’s not your choice to make, son,” he replies gently, but there’s a firmness to it. “If this is what she wants to do, then she will. We can’t make her get out of service.”

Ghost growls low in his throat. “She has so much more potential than being cannon fodder. She could do somethin’ with her life. Somethin’ good. Somethin’ that won’t have her dying face down in the sand with a bullet wound in the back.”

Price simply watches him.

“But she’s so fuckin’ stupid. She wants to be here. She wants to spend whatever time she has dodgin’ bullets and wakin’ up every night in sweat ‘cause she can’t escape the dreams. No one wants to do this. We don’t want to do this. We do this because we have to. But her? She’s happy here.” He lowers his voice, it’s as if he’s in disbelief. “She’s happy here.” He looks at Price. “Why? Why is she so happy here?”

It's another long moment before Price speaks.

“You hear, son, but you don’t listen.” He moves the cup on the saucer. “She bounced around homes growing up, scraped by on the skin of her teeth. She has no one. But here, she has something. She has people who care for her, if nothing else, they won’t let her die alone.”

“Oh what? So, it’s found family bullshit?” Ghost spits. “If she dies, at least the team would mourn her?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve done too?” he replies, and Ghost falls silent. “People like Gaz, Soap, and myself are different than you and she are, Simon. We have homes. We’ve had families that have loved us, that do love us. But you two? Simon, you’ve made a home where you’ve had to. Made a family out of people you’ve bled for, would gladly bleed for. You’ve made something that’s yours. You made a family for yourself. And so did she. She’s made us her family. The one she never had the privilege to call her own.”

Price lets out a quiet hum, and pats his thighs, standing up and pushing his chair in.

“Think on what I’ve said, son. And if nothing else, apologize and leave it at that. Put the ball in her court and let her make the next move.”

As he walks off, he hears, “And if she doesn’t want it?”

He tosses a knowing look over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll take it.” His eyes twinkle as he adds, “Takes an awful strong woman to care about a man like you.”

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k00sblogger · 12 days

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Synopsis: The one where you fuck in his studio

Warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, public sex (kinda) , flashback to virgin reader, established relationship.

Pairing: producer!jk x fem!reader

a/n: you guys are so fast because how are we already almost at 400 followers.

(requested by anon)

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Your tired eyes slowly flutter open, squinting because of the bright light of jungkooks studio.

Your eyes immediately land on jungkook, still sitting in the same place he was before you fell asleep. His head was in his hands as he replays the song over and over again, you still weren't quite sure what was wrong with it. It sounded perfect to you.

"What time is it?" you ask, your voice groggy as you sit up and rub your eyes.

No reply, holy fuck. He was so absorbed in his work lately & it was beginning to annoy you. He was stressing himself out big time.

Finally yell his name, and he turns his attention towards you.

You can clearly see the exhaustion on his face. Dark circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and you couldn't read his expression at all.

"We need to go home jungkook... it's late." you didn't really know what time it was, but you could feel that you'd been asleep for a while. And either way, he'd been at the studio for eight hours before you'd fallen asleep.

He shakes his head, pointing at his computer lazily. "I just.. I gotta finish this then we can go." sleepiness is evident in his tone, and you refused to let him overwork himself like this any longer. It was getting ridiculous.

You sigh in annoyance and a bit of disappoint at his stubbornness. "You've been here all day." you say, standing up and walking over to his seat to massage his shoulders.

He lets out a groan at the feeling of you rubbing away all of the tension. Deep down he knew he should be home right now, cuddling with you in your shared bed. He just felt like he couldn't sleep properly until the song was perfect.

He takes notice to how you begin to pepper small kisses down his neck, leaving tiny red lipstick stains with the new product he'd bought you just a week ago.

"Y/n..." he says, dragging your name out for a minute- not even realizing how his head has slowly tipped to the side to give you more access.

Both of your hands sit still on his shoulders now, lips moving up to his ear. "Let's go home.." you whisper out, not hiding the sensual undertone in your voice.

He gives a breathy sigh, slowly pulling you around to the front of him so he can see your face. He sits his hands on your covered hips, looking into your eyes as if he was thinking about something.

"What're you trying to do?" he was catching on, slowly but surely.

Your fingers play with the collar of his plaid shirt, biting your lips as you try to find the right words to say without being too direct.

"I wanna help you relax." you move back slightly to rest your back on the edge of his desk, toying with the waistband of your skirt- slipping your fingers under the material every so often.

For a split second it looks like he could be considering it, but afterward he shakes his head.

"We can't."

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The wet muscles of jungkooks tounge repeatedly licks around your soft clit, pulling your cheeks apart to get a better view.

Obviously, It didn't take much more convincing to get him to loosen up.

Your arousals now smeared onto the inside of your thighs, and all over jungkooks lips. He'd been at it for ten minutes now, still not having enough of the way you squirmed around him- and the way he had to keep shushing you to make sure you kept quiet.

His studio was in fact soundproof, he just loved the way you looked when he forced you to keep quiet.

"Know you love getting your pussy ate." he mumbles, face still buried far between your thighs as he pushes his tounge in and out of your slippery hole- just waiting for him to push his dick inside of you.

You don't even answer him, legs shaking as he brings you right to the brink of orgasm- your leg pulls away from his grip just to prop it up on his desk, giving him more room to do whatever he pleased.

You can feel his lips curve into a smile right on your cunt before he pulls away, making you whine in disappointment.

"Patience baby." he says, slapping his pink tip on your ass cheeks- switching between both sides just to tease you.

He grunts when you push your ass back against him, clearly tired of the teasing. You just wanted him to fuck you.

He senses your need, and doesn't make you wait any longer. Pushing the fat head of his dick in between your folds & into your dripping cunt.

You suck him in with no problem. Your walls quickly adjusting to the size of his dick.

Jungkook was huge- no exaggeration.

You'd come a long way since the first time you both had sex. And oh boy was it was hell the first time around, you remember the day all too well.

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"It hurts.." jungkooks hold on your thighs softens up, slowly lowering your foot down to the bed.

You try to focus on anything else other than the stretch you were feeling down there, keeping your eyes on his chain hanging down into your face before he sits up- still only halfway inside of you.

"I can pull out- we don't have to go all the way baby." he wipes away some of the tears still on your cheeks, grabbing the base of his dick and beginning to pull out of you.

You shake your head urgently, pulling him back down over you so he doesn't move.

You wanted this so bad, and the last thing you wanted was for him to stop just because of a little pain. "Keep going.. i want it." you whisper, and he gives you a concerned look- both his hands on either side of you to keep himself up.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice soft and caring. He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything he was doing.

"I'm sure."

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You almost laugh at the thought, because that was nothing compared to the way he was fucking into you now. His hand already had pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, slamming his hips into your ass.

It was a good thing you liked the rough sex, because right now he had no desire of going slow- too focused on relieving himself of all the pleasure he deprived himself of this entire week.

"You like that? Like getting bent over my desk like this?" you let a couple moans spill past your lips now, not bothering to cover your mouth anymore.

Your pussy fluttered around him as he snaps his hips into you, making sure to push every inch into your cunt before drawing back out.

"Y-Yeah.. fucking me so good.." your voice is soft and breathy, out of breath from the way he was fucking you with such force.

He presses his sweaty chest to your back, lightly sucking on your neck as he squeezes the flesh of your breasts.

He slips his cold hand into your flimsy top, toying with your nipple between his fingers. He continues the assault on your vulnerable neck, only moving away from it when there's a nice pinkish bruise left.

"Your squeezin' the shit out of me baby-" his deep voice was choppy, thrusts slowing a bit since you were gripping him so hard.

You couldn't help it, seriously. Everytime he fucked you- you were insanely tight.

"Sorry-" you mutter, poking your ass out so you can meet his thrusts.

You finally make the effort to turn your head and look straight at him, finding the way he was staring down at your cunt so sexy.

When he notices you staring at him, he fastens his thrusts again. He wanted to do this forever- let you come into his studio whenever he thought about your needy ass.

He'd fuck the shit out of you any chance he got.

"I'm gonna cum-" you say, whining pathetically as he grins at you. He reaches under your body, rubbing frantic circles around your clit to push you right over the edge.

"Cmon.. cum for me." his tone makes you realease everything you were holding in, falling apart around his still stiff dick.

He gives a few more punishing thrusts to your sore cunt, soon pulling out and flipping you around to push you onto your knees.

You already knew what to do, opening your mouth and sticking out your tounge for him like the good girl you were.

The sight of you being so obedient made him smile, moaning as he jerks himself off- his tip right above your face.

"Gonna let me cum all on your face? Yeah?" you nod in urgency, gripping his thigh as he lets out one last pleasured grunt.

Spurts of his cum fall messily from his tip, his head thrown back as he finally reaches his long awaited orgasm. He looks down at you when he recovers, taking in a shuddery breath when he sees you swiping his cum off of your face and into your mouth to clean it up.

"Your such a good girl- shit." he pulls you up by the arm, taking your face into his hands and bringing you into a loving kiss.

He pushes his tounge past your lips, and the fact you can still taste yourself makes you let out a small giggle when you pull away from him.

"What?" he says, giving you a grin as he pulls down the sides of your skirt to cover you up again.

"Nothing."

#bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts oneshot #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #jungkook

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Okay but marrying someone out of the blue sounds like Lando. Maybe not after two months of dating but with a longer time girlfriend? I can totally see it. He just wakes up one day and is like “hello baby today is the day we get married what you say?”

Sometimes You Just Know - LN

Short, but I feel like I kind of captured it?

Ok, bc people keep asking in the replies. Guys, there is not going to be a part 2, I'm really sorry. I'm happy where I left it.

Being in a long term relationship with Lando Norris comes with some challenging moments. the man is unpredictably adventurous on a good day and incredibly antisocial on a bad day.

Y/n knows to never expect whatever she thinks might be normal with him and just accept that things might in fact never be what she planned for.

Lando went to bed late after streaming with some friends.

What she really genuinely never expected was for him to wake her up this morning seeming to be packing stuff up.

"Baby? What are you doing?" Y/n yawns making him look over. "It's so early."

"Zak messaged me and said I've gotta fly over to Woking for some stuff. You don't have to come. I'll be back by tomorrow morning."

Y/n frowns not really loving to be left on her own when it comes to being in Monaco, just because usually there's nothing to really do without him there. But does she want to drag herself out of bed just to fly over and sort of laze around without him there.

"You look torn." Lando states with an amused smile. "You can just stay, baby."

"No. I want to come, but I just don't want to get out of bed." Y/n pouts making him smile softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. You stay. I won't be gone for long." Lando promises earning a small sigh and nod from the young woman. "Alright."

"Ok." Y/n nods with a small smile as he leans over and kisses her softly. "Do you want any help?"

"No. I'm almost done, but thank you baby." Lando assures her then sighing softly. "You go back to sleep. The more you sleep the sooner I'll be back and you get to see me again."

Y/n yawns with a small nod since sleep is very much calling her name again making her nuzzle down. She resurfaces a little feeling Lando kiss the side of her head with a goodbye being whispered which she tries to return in a whisper which he laughs lightly at.

Lando had gone to Woking and came back, making sure to check in on y/n and always make sure she is ok.

He made sure to fly back as early as he could. So he arrives back and walks into the bedroom to find his girlfriend curled up, wearing one of his hoodies. Something she does a lot with him.

But upon walking in and seeing her, there's a sudden thing that strikes him.

He'd never even discussed it with her. Most couples would've asked and mentioned it, said what they are looking to gain from the relationship. Somehow it had just never came up and maybe it was because they were too fearful of what the other might say, not that it mattered till now. Today, he's had the thought and now he can't shake it.

Her hand suddenly looks too bare. Too light for her to carry. She needs something that is a little more weighted on her hand. On a finger even. Specifically one finger in particular.

"Baby." Lando speaks up knowing he's a dick for waking her up.

She does stir from her sleep, definitely confused and looking at him with furrowed brows as she lefts her head before smiling brightly at him.

"Hey, you're home." Y/n smiles, clearly unbothered about his unusual choice of waking her up. He really never does that very often. So it's definitely out of his common method of seeing her. "What time is it?"

"Early. Sorry. I just need to...I think we should get married today." Lando states making her look at him for a moment. Her mind still boggled and completely sleep-disorientated.

"You want to get married?" Y/n mumbles before seeming to finally process his words properly. "You want to get married today?"

Lando almost wants to take it back. Almost.

But the need to marry this woman is overwhelming. He wants to come home to her, he wants to see her every day and he wants to look forward to her being the best part in his life for the rest of his life.

"Yeah, I think we should get married today."

Y/n sighs looking at him.

"Sounds like it's a good thing you woke me up stupidly early..." Y/n smiles knowing that Lando might be asking her to marry him but he wouldn't do it without thinking that this is something he didn't just want but almost felt a need for. "I need a dress and we need witnesses."

"You're doing this? You want to get married too?"

"I love you, Lando...and I want to marry the person I love." Y/n nods with a small laugh. Now much more awake even if she still feels like sleep is clawing at her to come back. "But one day you have to promise to tell me why today?"

"Ok, I promise. One day I'll tell you why today." Lando nods almost loving her more for not forcing a reason out of him right now. Not getting hostile or almost outraged, and most importantly not rejecting him.

"So are we staying here in Monaco...is there even a place to get married on a whim in Monaco? Or are we catching a flight to England...or just getting over to a spot in France or Italy?"

"Leave it to me. I'll plan it all out."

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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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You created a monster in me with underboss!Simon and now you must take responsibility.

Please feed my new addiction with relationship headcanons 😩😩😩. I love him and Shy!reader.

i've created so many monsters y'all gotta stop biting at my ankles or at least start paying rent or smth <3 also i'm still trying to work out a lot of the dynamics of the relationship between them so this is still a little bare boned but i hope you enjoy!

mafia!141 masterlist <3

warnings: mostly fluff :3 simon is a bit of a prick lol, fem!reader,

just in case anyone missed it, this is how underboss!Simon and shy!Reader meet <3

it takes a brutally long time for the two of you to start dating. a brutally long time.

and it isn't for lack of trying on Simon's end. he manages to get your number somehow (i hear Soap is very tech savvy...) and asks you out the week after the dinner at John's house, only for you to decline.

which is fine. he can take rejection. but this is... different. you're too kind when you say no. you're not saying it because you think you're too good for him, you're saying it because of something else, and Simon can tell the difference but can't exactly tell what it is.

it drives him nuts for a long time. you were supposed to be just another number in his phone for a booty call. he's used to getting pretty much anything he wants, after all, but even then it shouldn't have bugged him as much as it did. maybe it was because he liked the way you looked at him. not with disgust. not with some lustful intention. you were... soft. kind, even.

as for you? you think it's crazy how this 6'4", ripped, and kind guy showed interest in you. you, someone too anxious for her own good, someone who said no because it was less scary than committing to something. and you hate yourself for rejecting him.

so in an effort to stay close to him, you text him pretty often. you send him pictures of things you see or run into during your day. something funny at work, a cool rock you found in someone's garden, the spider that decided to make its home in your shower. and sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing to the poor man ):

this goes on for a long while. just simon being a stupid man, not wanting to push your boundaries after you already rejected him, and you being too anxious to fix things and ask him yourself.

eventually, by some miracle (that i might write more about later because like i said BARE BONES) the two of you get together. and it's... interesting. simon isn't really used to dating. like properly. he's used to buttering a girl up, going back to her place for a quick fuck, and then only seeing her whenever either of them are too bored and horny to function. but with you it's nothing like that at all. there's no sex on the first date, not even a damn kiss, and he finds himself craving you more than ever because of it. wanting to be around you all the time, wanting to hear about your day.

man is fucking obsessed.

he treats you like a princess. he only ever really spent his money on stupid shit but now he can spend it on you! you never ask for anything, but god forbid if you express that anything, be it clothes or otherwise, looks cute because he will buy it for you, no matter how awkward you are at receiving gifts.

also! because he's so big and somewhat brutish, no one fucks with you when you're in public together. annoying kiosk clerks trying to aggressively sell you something? one look from him and they're gone. someone messed up your order but you're too anxious to ask them to fix it? he's advocating for you.

because of him, you find yourself growing less afraid and anxious of things. he teaches you how to be brave, and you teach him how to be soft. there's nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for you <3

oh also btw he's in the mafia. he might have forgotten to mention that... hope that doesn't freak you out or anything. don't worry about the blood on his shirt or the bruises on his face or the cuts on his arms or... oh god you look like you're going to cry. it's nothing, sweetheart! promise! stop trying to take him to the hospital!

also, some sorta unrelated comments: i think shy!reader is def a hostess at a restaurant. i feel like simon would hang out at the restaurant too just to be around you. he'd also slip you a tip, even though you tell him you make hourly and don't depend on tips.

"consider it my way of saying thanks for sitting us at the table with the best view."

the view is you, btw.

AHHH i'm sorry this was such a mess? i have so many jumbled thoughts but i'm glad i was able to get some of them out and i hope they were somewhat enjoyable al;kdjf i'll be working on a short drabble/oneshot for him over the weekend, so i'm hoping that'll make up for this <3

#mafia!simon #mafia!141 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader

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pinkanonwrites · 5 months

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"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in.

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~”

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow. Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.”

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

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cosmal · 1 year

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cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

eddie munson + soft!shy!gf’s love language is gift giving. maybe friends to lovers?

guitar pick

summary you come over late at night to give eddie a gift.

content eddie munson x shy!fem!reader

Eddie didn’t mean to scare you, really it was an accident, but it doesn't stop him from feeling bad. But he really didn't know you'd be at his door when he opened it up.

"I'm sorry," you gasp. Which is awful because he should be the one apologising. "Sorry, Eds, Wayne let me in."

"It's okay," he says and looks down at you. Tights tucked into your frilly socks at your feet. They wriggle into the trailer-grade flooring. "Sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm okay," you sigh, and then you blink slowly. Eddie remembers it's late - really late. And you're here, jacket over your pyjamas, and a beanie on your head.

"Y/N," he says and moves out of the way to let you into his bedroom. You move, and despite months of being together, you're hesitant about it. You scuffle along the ground and turn to make sure he's behind you. You wait for him to sit down before you do. "Did you walk here?"

"Yeah," you say quietly, taking off your beanie now you've settled. "Eddie, it's fine, don't worry about it." You only live around the corner. Still, it's 11pm and Eddie feels like he might throw up.

"Y/N," he says and tries not to sound stern, "baby, why didn't you call?"

"Because," you sigh, nibbling your bottom lip unthinkingly like always, "because, I got really excited to come see you and didn't even think about it."

Eddie scoots across the bed and nudges your thigh with his knee where he's got his foot tucked under him. "Excited, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows and feels pleased when you duck your head down to look at your hands in your lap.

"Eddie," you say downwardly, swinging your feet over the edge of his bed. "Stop, no, not like that."

Eddie doesn't sound disappointed because he isn't. He doesn't care why you're here, he's just happy you are. He thinks if you'd come over just to see the stray cats and not him, he'd still just be as pleased. Just to see you is enough.

"Oh?" he asks, leaning his weight into you. You lean with him and Eddie has to hook an arm around your shoulder to stop you from falling into his pillows. You giggle with shy happiness that makes Eddie feel fuzzy. "What're you here for? I saw you five hours ago."

You lean your face into his shoulder, cheek all smooshed up against the sleeve of his sleep shirt. Some Tom Petty merchandise from the dollar bins at the thrift store behind the arcade. It's starting to smell like you. You hide yourself in his side and he can't see your face properly.

"I've got something for you," you say quietly, waiting for his response.

He shifts to rock you. "Oh really?" He finds it hard to hide his excitement.

"You gotta," you steel yourself and Eddie squeezes your knee, "you gotta promise you won't tell me if you hate it. I don't think I can take it," you say seriously.

Eddie tenses and then laughs gently. "Sweetheart, I would never. I'll love it, swears."

You sigh and reach into the inside pocket of your jacket. Pulling out a rolled-up bit of tissue paper, you hand it to him. You won't look him in the face.

Eddie carefully unravels the paper in his hand and drops the contents into his other palm. A long, silver chain with a plastic plate at the end of it. He flips it over to inspect it. It's a guitar pick.

"It's, uh," you say when he looks it over, "it's one of my picks."

You're only new to guitar, mainly acoustic, bass when Eddie can convince you to sit between his legs and teach you.

"Oh," he lets out a deep breath, deflating, "sweetheart, that is so cool. Like totally, amazing."

"Yeah?" You're so shy about Eddie feels like he could die.

"The best thing ever," he groans before he falls on top of you and down into the bed. You yelp, still just as demure now that he's hovering above you. He cages you in with his arms beside your head.

"Eddie..."

"Seriously," he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, "so cool," the other cheek, "thank you," your nose.

You fluster underneath his doting, pushing your face into where he's got his arms around you. "Do you really like it, Teddie?"

Teddie Eddie thinks fondly. Of course, he likes it. He loves you even more. "Really. Actually. Truly."

It takes you a second. You smile something ruining and roll onto your back. "Cool, 'cause I have a matching one." You pull a necklace from out underneath your sleep shirt. There, on the end of the chain is a guitar pick Eddie had given way back when you were still just friends.

Eddie drops himself into you and groans, long and suffering. "Jesus fucking Christ, baby."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x shy!reader

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#i was supposed to spend the last 2 days prepping and relaxing for the start of this big project tomorrow #but ive spent thr last 2 days frantically coding as fast as i could and focusing v hard to get a lot of bullshit done #and ive fixed things since yesterday. the changes i had to make were too too bad bc the thing that went wrong was so fucking weird #but it should be okay by tomorrow. knock on wood. but this does mean ive done fuck all to prep for tomorrow #so we r winging it bby. ugh. just gotta fucking pray that everything goes ok. pls let nothing b broken and let everything seal properly 🙏#i was also supposed to meet with my boss today. probably for her to make sure i dont fuck up this project but apparently their safety hood #was having an emergency... whatever that means. so im sure shes having a week as well. and im free to fuck everything up for everyone #ugh. im so. theres a certain point in burning out where youre not really in pain anymore. you dont really feel anything all your joy and #hope dissolves away and u just exist to be useful. and i feel like its easier to maintain that than trying to b happy #i do not advise that bc its a fucking miserable. wasteful way to live but i dont really have time to try for anything better #god. i really hope my measurements friday dont take a full 8hrs. i dont know if i can handle that. literally i would have stay intensely #focused with my brain being Interrupted every 5min so i can manually record data points. its gonna b agony #so that fun. but maybe it wont. maybe itll be great and fun and ill have a wonderful time. seems unlikely but ya never kno #lets not think abt the fact that having to rush all this is preventing me from being able to do all thr other bullshit i need to get done #to prepare for the future. future? what future? hard to imagine from the bottom of this pit im digging myself #sigh. in a few months i can leave this place and never come back. soon but not soon enough #lol i was literally crying listening to cold play earlier bc idk thats the type of music my parents would put on at parties in summertime #so it evokes a v specific mood. which is i guess me hiding away from ppl at parties haha #back when i didnt have to worry abt things so much and i could just listen to the frogs chirping and watch the fireflies #oh god. now my boss is asking if i reached out for help tomorrow. no. lady i would rather drink bleach than have to direct an undergrad #tomorrow. its 10pm im fucking tired. just let me be sad. did i reach our for help? no my brain is on fire #tomorrow is gonna b a long day ugh #unrelated

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 18 days

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Thinking about bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara who insisted on waiting for you in the corner of the room while you did the table reading, rather than go wait in the car or around the lot like the rest of the cast’s personal security did.

Bodyguard!Miguel whose eyes never left your presence, it took you a minute to shake off the feeling, you always felt his eyes burning holes into your back when you were doing something and he couldn’t be right next to you. But after a while, you finally got yourself into the groove of the script material.

Bodyguard!Miguel who-despite mentally checking out ten pages into the script-was still able to pick some stuff up. It was a romance, he wasn’t surprised, since romcoms tend to sky rocket careers these days.

It was a period piece. Your character, who was named Anastasia, was a princess who was coming near the time where she had to be married off to someone else at a neighboring kingdom to be crowned as their queen, the problem is, that your character’s heart already belongs elsewhere, in the hands of one of the royal guards who worked in the castle.

That was all Miguel had really picked up.

Bodyguard!Miguel who finally tones back in when the reading was finished, hearing the head director tell everyone about how they’ll be receiving their schedules through their managers, before dismissing everyone (not before having everyone sign his copy of the script so that the marketing team can post it to social media later).

Bodyguard!Miguel who was about to make his way towards you so he could escort you home, but stopped when he saw your coworker who plays the love interest , Peter B. Parker come up to you to properly introduce himself.

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“Why hello Anastasia.” Peter said as he came up to you with the friendliest smile you’ve ever seen, to which you quickly returned, both of you shaking hands with your free hands as the other held your respective scripts.

“Sir Tristan.” You giggled, calling him by his character name, before pulling your hand out from his. “I’m excited to work with you, I hope you feel the same.”

“Of course I am! Always ready to act with new and fresh faces-“ his phone starts to ring in his pocket, cutting him off, taking out to read the screen before looking back up at you. “I gotta take this, but I’ll keep in touch, I’ll have my manager send you my number in case you ever want tips, or to run lines over.” He told you, tucking his script under his armpit, giving you a quick wave before slipping out of the (now mostly empty) room, answering as he left.

You finally turned and headed to Miguel, who was now waiting by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. Neither of you spoke until you were in the parking lot, that’s when Miguel finally broke the silence.

“So… Parker huh?” It was obvious Miguel had to be a bit familiar with Peter’s work, who wouldn’t be though. He was a big star at the moment, having just come off from the Spider-Man films. Still, you weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you nodded and let out a small “mhm” anyways.

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