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lasunsettia · 10 months

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para ti papá | miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara & g/n reader (platonic but there's love in everything amirite)

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miguel hates wasting time. you hate seeing people pretend to act tough. miscommunication, trauma bonding, and a movie night(?) ensue.

this will be a two parter, so enjoy the first bit of (belated) father's day hurt/comfort... aka the hurt

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“hey! you took all the frosting!”

“you did smush the cupcake on my nose, cariño.”

swipe.

“dad, what’s a hickey? and why does uncle gabriel say you have to keep covering them up?”

“… i’ll tell you when you’re older.”

swipe.

“if spider-man can stay up past 10 pm, why can’t i?”

“mija, he’s way older and has a whole nueva york to defend. you still need me to tie your shoes. and you call pigeons street chickens.”

“okay i’m returning your father’s day gift.”

“wait what-”

swipe.

“i love you dad. even if you stink sometimes.”

“hey now, i don’t smell that bad.”

“you sure?”

“… pass. but… i love you too.”

finishing with loud giggles, the final video ends. silence gradually fills the room, the echoes of long-lost laughter fading out. the thrum of miguel’s workstation shifts into white noise.

a fragment of the life miguel had with his daughter, gabriella, lingers on the expanded screen in front of him. the gabi on the screen stays stuck in miguel’s lap, trapped by his arms as he leans down to tickle her. a mischievous grin flashes on that miguel’s face.

but as the screen and that reality flickers away, miguel shuts his eyes. he hangs his head low, letting out a deep sigh. jessica and peter and the others have asked him countless times why he keeps doing this. going over memories of a life that was never his to begin with.

over. and over. and over.

it’s equal parts selfish and self-denying. that world may not have been his. but he still mourns what bits of it he could experience. the joy. the love and safety he could provide. having a genuine reason to smile….

at the same time, he resents himself for the lives he’s destroyed. a whole dimension, gone. all because of his blind longing.

he’s lost too much, inflicted too much pain and destruction, to not remind himself of what he’s fighting for. what the whole spider society is trying to achieve.

“earth to miguel. reality check coming in.”

miguel glances to the side as lyla appears above him, glitching between sitting with her legs crossed and standing with her hands on her hips. he furrows his brow at her sly expression. the heels of his palms dig even deeper into the workstation desk.

“yeah yeah, i’m listening,” miguel exhales. he leans back, swiping away a lingering hologram screen and looking across the surveillance setup. “is there something i should be seeing or…?”

lyla reappears beside the screens. “well, there’s an anomaly on earth-2444. some goons from spider-man noir’s world got sucked up during a botched bank heist.” the surveillance screens flash images and video clips of said anomalies breaking into a banquet hall, holding some attendees hostage and engaging in a standoff with security and police. “made a dinner party a heck of a lot more interesting, buuut technically those people may still be in danger.”

miguel raises an eyebrow. “and noir’s not handling the case himself… why?” the cynical, black and white-dressed vigilante usually loved any excuse to hand troublemakers’ asses to them. especially those from his dimension. it seemed weird to miguel that noir wasn't eagerly rushing to save the day.

“he’s on an in-world crime bust.” lyla points to one of the screens. a brief montage of noir in a standoff flashes and quickly slows to a still photo.

“okay, then alert the local spider-man. this is a one, maybe two-person job. they can handle it and ask for someone on standby if need be.”

“they’re also busy.”

"well then we’ll send someone else.”

miguel grows more irritated by the moment. why is lyla making this more difficult than it has to be?

“there’s no one else to send, miguel.” the videos on the surveillance screens freeze, highlighting the ongoing dimensional deviation that needs addressing.

“en serio, lyla, you’re telling me there’s no one we can dispatch for this?”

“no, miguel.” lyla’s blunt, almost annoyed-sounding response claps back at miguel’s exasperation. she counts off on her fingers as she continues, growing to a human size in front of him. “everyone else we have is sick, on patrol, or on break for today.”

except you.

lyla doesn’t say it, but miguel can feel it in her tone.

he swallows a groan, resting his hands on his hips. it’s a simple job, really. take down a few anomalies. send them back home or toss them in a laser cage overnight. and then get back to trying not to burst a damn blood vessel over preserving the delicate balance of the multiverse.

still, there’s something that tugs him back a bit. makes his body more sore than usual, even though he took his last injection a few days ago. something calls for him to stay put. review the surveillance footage to see if there’s something bigger he can tackle.

or if there’s another video of gabi he can not so subtly revisit and ease his lingering emotional ache with.

“lyla….” miguel cringes a bit at how tired his voice sounds. “i–”

“hold up boss. i got some new info.”

lyla interrupts miguel with a status update. two of the surveillance screens depict a spider on the move, another screen flashing their background notes and mission statistics. “we got a familiar face on the way, but from the looks of things, they may need an assist…”

the meaning behind lyla’s words hits miguel almost immediately. that unmistakable get up and the record of their recent mistakes and mishaps catches his attention.

and so does a roster of the stupid nicknames this spider has referred to miguel by for the last year. lyla’s been keeping a secret record, apparently.

ese pinche pendejo.

the irritation radiates tenfold off miguel as he presses a button on the workstation, initiating its descent. he impatiently taps at his watch while the workstation takes its time. regardless of how shitty he feels today, he’s not going to let this dumbass screw up handling some small antagonists yet again.

“patch me through to them,” miguel demands. “now.”

lyla sighs, glitching to miguel’s shoulder in miniature form. “thought you might say that,” she deadpans.

miguel turns, jumping down the remaining distance between the platform and the floor. he can’t waste any time. he doesn’t want to.

he presses the big yellow dot representing earth-2444 on the watch interface. a burst of blue-hued rays illuminate the entryway to the room before forming the glowing, golden hexagonal portal entrance.

“well, they’re not answering but they know you’re on the way,” lyla reports, appearing next to the portal and giving a mini salute.

miguel mutters under his breath, summoning his mask over his head. taking a deep breath, he steps into the shimmering portal, ready to confront the nuisances awaiting him in earth-2444.

and to knock some damn sense into the idiot that hopefully doesn’t screw things up in the next few minutes.

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“OW! FUCK ME!”

the baking sheet drops with a loud thud from your hand onto the tiny stove. red hot heat and pain flashes across your fingertips. cursing under your breath, you shake your gloved hand, blowing on it in hopes the pain will quickly subside.

whichever spider person gave you the tip for making your suit gloves heat resistant was a damn liar. they’d be hearing your angry complaints later. for now, you nudge the oven closed with your hip and peek over at the empanadas scattered on the baking sheet. the pastries don’t look half bad, gleaming a nice shade of brown. at the very least, the kitchen air smells absolutely heavenly. hints of savory spices, herbs, and the fillings… it's blissful.

hopefully they’re enough for miguel to forgive my ass, you wish internally. deception and some white lies aren’t exactly your favorite tactics to use. but when it comes to making headstrong leaders slash close-ish friends confront their suppressed emotional turmoil, you decide it’ll do the job.

it’s your way of offering that stoic tight ass some support. you’ve known miguel for a little over a year, and you two weren’t super close friends. sometimes he acted more like he wanted to punch you in the jaw than chat with you about your lives or an upcoming mission. but you ended up crossing paths more often than coworkers who tolerate each other generally do. and the way you both gradually got in the habit of calling each other first for an assist signaled some level of trust. even if you were the one to call on him a little more.

after jessica and peter, you were first in line for lyla to contact when miguel needed to strategize. or pull his head out of his ass. or, in rare moments, have someone to talk to and be a normal person. especially after a particularly rough day.

it was during the rare moments of guard-down vulnerability that you caught glimpses of the little things miguel o'hara usually kept under heavy wraps. like his love for homemade food. how he's somehow only seen a grand total of fifty something movies in his lifetime. and the soul-crushing inner turmoil he held onto on a day like father’s day.

which was today. and without a doubt, you knew miguel would try to act tough and soldier on like it was another boring sunday unless someone did something about it.

you double check that the oven’s turned off before moving to grab a cool drink from the fridge. a variety of sodas, teas, and water with brands parodying those of your world greet you. along with some other basic groceries. you make a mental note to thank the spider of earth-2444 for their generosity.

any other thoughts or drink selection is quickly interrupted by a rapidly growing thrumming sound. you notice too late that the sound isn’t coming from the oven or the refrigerator. a loud banging and crashing emerges from down the hallway.

shit… is that–?

the string of growls and curses in spanish coming from the bathroom answers your question. to your mental checklist, you add any toiletry replacements and bathroom repairs miguel might be wracking up.

“mierda, lyla, where the hell did you send me?”

the muffled yell springs you into action. blindly grabbing a pair of drinks from the fridge - one for you and miguel each - you attempt to cool off your hand while speeding over to the couch. the fridge shuts with a click as you sit down and swipe the remote off the tiny table in front of you. the tv’s loud chimes while turning on send your heartbeat shooting up even faster.

“shut up shut up shut up,” you command under your breath. this whole encounter is feeling less like revealing a surprise and more like awaiting your imminent chewing out on behalf of miguel o’hara. speaking of…

the bathroom door bangs open down the hall. an exasperated snarl spills out of miguel’s mouth, his heavy footsteps thudding against the tiny apartment’s hardwood floors. you nervously shuffle through the viewing options on the tv, finding just the one you had in mind and clicking it right before the footsteps slow.

miguel blinks behind his mask. disbelief fills him for a moment, quickly overshadowed by a cloud of anger. here he is, transported into some random, dimly lit apartment rather than the grand, glowing banquet hall currently under threat. he’d just ripped a tangle of shower curtains out of determination to get out sooner. all for the signs to continue to point to lyla having directed him to the wrong place.

or so he thinks. until he sees the very spider person he’d come to make sure wasn’t making the hostage situation worse. kicking back here. watching some fucking movie.

he calls out your name in a lowered, explanation-demanding voice. “what the hell is this?”

the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. it’s obvious from his tone that he’s beyond pissed. still, maybe a little charm can stun him.

you place the drinks on the table and turn towards miguel, resting an arm on the back of the couch. “it’s a movie night, mig,” you reply casually, nodding back towards the tv. “was waiting for you to show up.”

the eyes of miguel's mask narrow as he takes in the scene, his anger simmering beneath the surface. he had expected to find a high-stakes hostage situation. not a seemingly relaxed movie night in progress.

"we've got a serious situation on our hands, and you're here watching… whatever that is?"

you can practically breathe in the tension in the air. “it’s the godfather,” you start in defense, pulling yourself off the couch and slowly walking towards him. “and i already took care of it.” you mirror miguel’s signature hands on hips intimidation pose, stopping just a small distance in front of him.

“oh, really ?” his voice drips with bitter sarcasm. “you single-handedly saved the day while i was tearing shower curtains? without revealing your face to bystanders? or letting the anomalies almost slip into a whole other universe?”

he’s mocking you now. dragging your failures out to try to put you in your place. but little does he know those screw ups don’t phase you like they normally would.

they were intentional, after all. just bait to lure him in, right here, right now.

tugging your mask off, you meet miguel's gaze with unwavering confidence. "and i made it back here in less than 10 minutes,” you respond. “everyone’s got off days, gorgeous. but i really did handle it this time. you can trust me."

miguel scoffs. “you said the same thing about the prowler from earth-4269. then he broke out of his cage and almost tore a hole through your stomach.”

“ugh, don’t remind me,” you shudder. “hobie still hasn’t let me live that one down. or stopped trying to convince me to get a belly button piercing.”

the mix of skepticism and frustration in miguel’s stare doesn’t waver at your joke. instead, a moment of silence save for the tv in the background falls between the two of you.

“lyla.” miguel finally breaks the lull, turning his attention to the ai assistant appearing beside him. lyla offers a little wave, waiting for instructions. “show me what happened,” he demands.

“sure thing,” lyla chirps, immediately projecting a holographic display in front of miguel.

the room fills with a projected recap of your earlier crime-fighting events. your swift and agile movements as you expertly wrangled the anomalies. tossing and tugging them away from hitting, shooting, or otherwise harming the hostages. the attendees expressing their gratitude as you kicked the bad guys into a portal home.

and the unceremonious ending where security and the police chased after you and you swung back here to hide away and breathe. lyla had made sure to cut out all the surprise-related details. including the part where you almost fucked up the empanada recipe with a shit ton of sugar instead of salt.

“what’d i tell you?” you chime in, crossing your arms as the recap ends. “had to make sure there were no distractions for ou- i mean my. my godfather watch party.”

the skepticism seems to have mostly faded from miguel’s masked expression, replaced by agitation. leaning to the side slightly, you release a web towards the kitchen. you grin as you successfully capture and pull back an empanada. “made some snacks too. wanna try one, sweeth– ah shit, it’s still hot.”

lyla chuckles while you juggle the empanada between your hands. miguel, on the other hand, remains unamused.

“if you already covered everything, why didn’t you report that back to lyla?” miguel questions.

you stiffen, gripping the slightly cooler empanada in between your gloves. “well, about that…" you start to say, easing him into your ulterior motives.

“and how didn’t you pick up on the fact that the coast was already clear, hmm?” miguel interjects. his sharp gaze shifts to lyla hovering above his shoulder. he senses that something isn't adding up, and his instincts are honing in on the bluff.

lyla shrugs. “even gorgeous ai assistants make mistakes sometimes,” she responds nonchalantly. “besides, spidey here didn’t pick up, so i was going off what information i had at the time.”

miguel lets out a dry laugh. mentirosos. los dos. his mask disappears to reveal his piercing red eyes fixed on you. his tongue darts out to lick a particularly sharp canine, intensifying his glare. his expression demands answers.

"so, screwing up missions wasn't good enough for you, was it?" he accuses, his arms crossed. "you just had to move on to wasting my time with non-existent ones."

you can't help but snort at the accusation. "maybe i just really like your attention and oh so friendly company," you remark mockingly, taking a deliberate bite of your empanada.

miguel's eyebrow quirks in confusion and ever-growing irritation. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you continue, "or maybe, just maybe, i had something else planned the whole time."

the atmosphere in the room crackles with frustration and impatience as miguel’s eyes narrow. he tries to unravel the truth behind your actions. "wanna tell me?" his tone orders you more than asks.

you meet his intense stare head-on, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "well, miguel, let's just say i wanted to test how you handle unexpected situations. we need to be prepared for anything, right?"

miguel's eyebrows furrow. "wh- testing me?” he shakes his head, baffled by your audacity. “por dios, is this some kind of game to you?"

you take another bite of the empanada, relishing in the flavorful distraction. "kinda,” you answer casually. “and you weren’t gonna take some time off today anyway so… i had to take matters into my own hands."

miguel looks seconds away from either throwing you against the wall or ripping the empanada from your hands. well, at least it gives a sense of how he might respond to what comes next.

“lyla, you can do the thing now,” you say before finishing your snack.

before miguel can ask what thing you’re talking about, a whirring sound comes from his wrist. a series of flashes and glitches flicker across the watch face. his eyes widen in confusion at the display. “what…” he murmurs, tapping at the screen lightly to try to see what’s going on. but his touch only worsens the glitching. he grits his teeth, pressing the seemingly-malfunctioning watch in aggravation.

“don’t worry,” you interject calmly. your reassurance earns you a frustrated glare. “the thing’s not broken… it’s just on–”

“lockdown.” lyla’s voice interrupts from miguel’s and your watches simultaneously. the ai is out of sight and at limited capacity for now, according to your carefully-planned programming. “the affected watches are under multiverse jump restriction for three hours. operation 'reel healing' is underway. happy movie watching, cuties….”

both watches’ screens fade to black, only to be replaced by the word "lockdown" in red and a countdown timer starting to tick away the three hours.

peter and jessica had warned you miguel might not respond well to this. a forced but well-intended work break, meant to give him some time off from stressing over the multiverse…. and to maybe get him to stop beating himself up over his tragic inter-dimensional mistake for one night.

are you interfering with spider society work? sure. will miguel hate your guts for a while? no doubt about it. but you just wanted to be a good friend. and good friends don’t let their friends sulk in their dark lair alone on father’s day.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when miguel’s frustration finally erupts. without warning, miguel snatches you by the shoulders, claws tearing at your suit as he slams you against the wall. the impact against the wall jolts through your body, causing you to wince in pain.

"is this about the 'reel healing' nickname?" you try to joke through a winded gasp. "because peter and gwen were the ones who-"

miguel's grip on your shoulders tightens. all words clear from your mind, your survival mode subconsciously triggered. his voice is strained as he leans in close, shutting down your attempt to diffuse the situation.

"do you have any idea how this little stunt could backfire?" a clear concern lies in his words, but his rage at your actions seems a lot more obvious. his direct eye contact could burn holes into your head.

some regret gnaws at you, but your stubbornness wins out. “i'm pretty sure it won’t,” you retort. adrenaline courses through your veins.

miguel growls. his canines seem even sharper now that they’re right within bite-your-face-off distance. “we have a job to do–”

“and we’ll get back to it later,” you cut him off, trying not to groan at how miguel’s claws threaten to draw blood. “in case you haven’t noticed, we’re stuck here . we either gotta wait for something to happen or chill the fuck out. and even if hq has something come up, i got some people covering for us.”

the grip on your shoulders loosens ever so slightly. miguel’s glare demands answers.

“there’s a bypass,” you continue, “if things actually do go south. immediate contacts that will override the lockdown. but i got a roster of people on patrol and their backups.” gently placing your hands around miguel’s wrist, you finish. “and jess and peter are in charge while we’re gone. so maybe… lighten up a bit?”

for a brief moment, a quiet only broken by the movie in the background hangs heavy in the room. miguel releases his grip, shaking off your hold on his wrists and stepping back from the wall. his anger shifts to a mix of emotions.

inside his mind, miguel screams at you. lighten up, my ass. you dragged me out here for some… movie? intervention? god, what the fuck is this?

a glimmer of belief and hurt flickers in his still sharp gaze. he can barely look at you, staring anywhere but your face. regret starts to seep back into your thoughts. taking control from the control freak like this was beyond a bad idea. it was a violation of trust. regardless of how much progress you’d made with picking past miguel’s tough guy exterior, his open wounds were off limits.

miguel opens his mouth, and you brace yourself for the incoming insults and backlash. but for whatever reason, nothing comes out. miguel just shakes his head, muttering under his breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.

your hands fall limply to your side. slight fatigue aches in your muscles. today’s mission and orchestrating everything to make this little get together possible is taking its physical and mental toll.

looking towards the screen, you observe a wedding day scene playing out—a rare, relatively blood-free moment in the godfather. although you haven't watched the movie – at least, not recently – your intuition tells you that this is one of the few upbeat scenes. it seems like the perfect opportunity to sit down and immerse yourself in the movie.

from the corner of your eye, you notice that miguel's attention is also drawn to the tv, his expression still clouded with an emotional storm.

"you… wanna sit down?" you suggest cautiously. "enjoy some empanadas and ruthless mafia violence? maybe talk about our days…?"

miguel looks back at you, his frown deepening at the sight of your small, nervous smile. the unspoken turmoil within him seems to wrestle with the idea.

but he chooses to pull away. put up barriers. he lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from you, retracing his steps down the hallway he came from. the distance between you widens in more than just the physical sense.

fatigue weighs even heavier on your shoulders, both physically and emotionally. it squashes your desire to go after him, to admit you stepped way out of line. yet, deep down, you wish he would stay. just to make the apartment feel less stifling than it’s growing to be.

"mig… wait," you call out weakly, the ache in your chest and body mirroring the ache in your voice.

the sound of your voice hangs in the air. miguel ignores it, opening the bathroom door and quickly slipping inside. the door swings shut with a loud click. miguel seals himself away from you and any chance of immediate resolution.

a suffocating sense of disappointment settles over you. how could you have been so stupid?

with a heavy sigh, you make your way towards the couch. the sounds of the movie and the scent of empanadas fill the air, but they fail to mask the pain and loneliness that lingers.

miguel’s left you with the weight of your actions.

and according to your watch, you have two hours, fifty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds to review just how foolish and self-centered you were to think making miguel o'hara watch a movie with you would make his father’s day any less shitty.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara & reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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ravenbloodshot · 2 months

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Can you do reading for Ahn Hyo-seop?

(Allegedly, kakotalk got leak of him and Han seohee, a troublemaker trainee who supplies drugs and weed to idols and got them cancelled Monsta x Wonho, Bigbang TOP, Ikon, Bobby, I mean this girl is a walking career suicide, and She was talking about how hyoseop shouldn’t be scared cause she has dispatch around her fingers, I was wondering, what the relationship between her? And what she rlly want??)

Their relationship was friends with benefits (like I wouldn't be surprised if they messed around a couple times and then just became friends afterwards. Friends that would hang out and chill together. I don't think their connection was because of sex but bc they got along, if that makes sense). Bffs that experimented and decided being just bffs is enough. (Or atleast An hyo seop decided this). His energy feels like he was keeping her at a distance, not really directly telling her that he didn't want anything serious. He seems passive.

How do they feel about their convo being leaked?

Ahn Hyo Seop is feeling stressed. He's worried about how it'll affect his image. He doesn't want to be seen as a player or fuck boy.

He thinks Han Seo hee snaked him. Believes she was responsible in the texts being leaked

He could be having a lot of delusional thoughts about how this situation will play out. Thinking something like, "Will the fans ever see me the same again?If I walk down the red carpet, will they boo me?"

He may be trying to remain positive and is surround himself with a lot loved ones rn.

Han Seo hee is feeling a bit guilty. I don't think she purposefully leaked the texts but I don't think she didn't either. She may have gave the texts to someone knowing they would leak it, but she still had a part to play in how it got out

She feels quite powerful

I think she may still like Ahn Hyo Seop and wishes to get his attention. She may have been trying to seduce him lately and may not have been receiving the answers/attention she wanted.

She's seeing a lot of the activities he's doing and the movies he's acting in (keeping an eye on him in a sense). She may be quite jealous of his career or of how easily he can move on

#ahn hyo seop #han seohee #korean actor

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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ML au: Lady of Second Chances (Season 2)

(Season 1)

-So Fu introduces himself and Marinette greets him.

-Marinette had thought about this before this meeting. How much she should tell him? Should she tell him.

-After some thought, she decided she should tell him, since she never finished her training and there is more she doesn’t know.

-She tells him that she was his student and that she knows a lot, explaining the cliff notes of what happened to him and what he taught her.

-Fu was surprised and believed her because what she knew about feast and Marianne. She had to be telling the truth.

-Marinette even explained how she made the akuma charms.

-Fu asks how much if the timeline she already altered?

-Marinette explained that she is trying to keep the core events the same, but certain things that were disastrous she can change.

-Fu decides to trust her judgement, but warns her that this could be dangerous, all this knowledge. So be sure that using this knowledge it is for the betterment. Which Ladybug agrees

-First thing Marinette does is tell Fu he should go introduce himself to chat noir and explain his story.

-“he’s trust worthy and all the waiting only causes issues.”

-Fu nods that he will make time after he decides the book.

__________________________________________

-Gabriel still gets akumatized because he wanted to ensure ladybug and chat noir were off his trail.

-Gabriel never pulls adrien out of school since he had no reason to. But he makes up some bs to be mad about it.

-Ladybug tells Chat noir of her theory and just like in canon they beat collector.

-Ladybug gives Gabriel a charm so no akumatizations.

-Gabriel finds out how what the thing he gave her is and now realizes things will be tough since he can’t akumatize the same person 2 times in a row.

-Prime queen happens,but ladybug doesn’t let herself get flustered by the images this time. Ladybug leaves with much more tact and chat noir agrees that it wasn’t cool for this to be sprung on them. Though chat noir does mention he wishes he remembered the kiss.

-“Akuma involved kisses don’t count kitty.” Which Chat noir agreed that next kiss they have it will be unrelated to the akuma. Ladybug smiles and says that she agrees with that.

-Chat noir doesn’t suggest kissing plans, since after his talk with Ladybug, why would he jeopardize that? But ladybug suggests it though just like in canon, it was a fake out.

- despair bear, Gigatitan, Befana, and Frightningale are all the same. Marinette taking Fu’s advice and not altering things too much.

-Riposte has Marinette determine that Kagami won. Since she is a bit more measured around Adrien. Which prevents the akuma, but also does shift how Kagami views Adrien and Marinette. Kagami still has her confidence and doesn’t view Adrien as a flirty rival. Marinette wonders if that correction was for the right call.

-Troublemaker changes. Marinette remembers the live show and hides all her pictures in advance. Also locking her door. Troublemaker happens but Marinette doesn’t end up humiliated. Adrien does check on Marinette because her home was attacked, but it’s less embarrassing for her. Though Adrien knows cause chat noir knows.

-Gorizilla is the same but Marinette is not in her pj’s she actually bothered to change

-Sapotis, Anansi are both the same cause hero debuts

-Syren changed. Chat noir met Fu much earlier so he doesn’t have the hang up he had. Ladybug and chat noir already had the potions thanks to Marinette knowing half the recipes. Syren was beat easy

-Reverser was avoided because Marinette handled the exchange better. No misunderstandings

-Captain hardrock still happened because the reason the akuma happened was stupid. Marinette meets Luka, but after everything she remembered, she thinks just keeping him as a friend is better in the long run, plus mentally she got over him already. So it’s still awkward for her. She manages.

-Glaciator is actually avoided. So Ladybug remembered the confusion that happened over this and tells chat noir she couldn’t make it, but that they could schedule another time. Which Chat noir agrees with. So no miscommunication to be had. Adrien sneaks out to get ice cream with his friends instead of prepping the romantic dinner. Which means Adrien is there and he has ice cream with Marinette. Which also adds more to Adrien’s muddled feelings.

-Frozer doesn’t happen because After riposte, Kagami and Adrien never get that close. They fence but it’s the event of riposte that made it happen.

-Zombizou happens because it’s important for Chloé’s growth. And Marinette still thinks what bustier said was dumb. Robostus and dark owl both happen.

-So Marinette gets to the day of the fashion week. And she had to contemplate if she lets things happen as is or if she fixes it. Marinette decides to alter course. By giving the bee to Chloe. Seeing if this would help change some things.

-Bee Chloe helps and thanks to her they beat style queen. The problem this time was that Chloé didn’t want to give up the bee. Resulting in queen wasp. Just a slight alteration to the plot.

-Gabriel doesn’t give up because he picks up on the fact that the super heroine bee is going against ladybug. He could use that.

-Chloe had ditched her akuma charm as she felt she didn’t need it with her powers. And things took a turn.

-Queen wasp ends up happening and Chloe realizes ladybug is right. Apologizing, saying she just wanted to be exceptional… to make her mom proud.

-So Maledikator doesn’t happen because, due to the events of Queen wasp. Chloe never exposed herself and doesn’t try to gloat she was queen bee. So her presentation was different.

-Sandboy was basically unchanged but Marinette warned the kwami that Hawkmoth was in control and nixed the plan. So less struggle of finding the kwamis

-So this is where things shift. So Volpina didn’t happen, because Marinette intercepted early. Also, it should be noted that Marinette did tell Alya that Hawkmoth might go after Lila if he saw that interview. Which Alya agreed and took it down.

-Marinette is still annoyed with Lila’s lies. But right now she’s harmless.

-Lila never got akumatized and has no hatred for ladybug or chat noir. The only person she isn’t stoked on is Marinette. But like it was only one interruption. So Lila doesn’t think much of it. I guess she sees how popular the heroes are and gets jealous. So Hawkmoth akumatizes her. To get the events going. (And for the sake of laziness, I say sure)

-Hawkmoth had Catalyst make it so he could akumatize a bunch of people. AND ignore the charm. Which because work arounds. It worked.

-Ladybug does assemble her team. But here is the big question. (Which I leave up to you all)

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml au #ml what if #lady of second chances

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Seventeen Playlist

Aka: Songs that remind me of the members and why. (GIF credit to the original owners)

Master List

Hip Hop Unit:

S.Coups: Royalty- Conor Maynard

This song screams expensive sugar daddy. Its a little sexy, a little overconfident, and a little old school but overall, the song of someone who really loves their partner. The beat of the song reminds me of something you might have heard in an old school club or at least the movie version of one. Scoups has been shown to pay for people’s stuff all the time, and is obviously a very protective man. This song just feels like it was written by a younger version of himself, and I love it.

Wonwoo: Wanna Be Yours- Artic Monkeys

Wonwoo reminds me of so many Artic Monkey songs but Wanna Be Yours has the vibes that just feels like him. The song is a little dark and stormy, while being overwhelmingly loving and hopeful. Its a touch desperate, as though the singer can’t actually speak to the subject, and that feels very Wonu. Wonu is a quiet guy, less shy and more simply introverted, and a song so longing and desperate, feels like something he would write.

Mingyu: Stuck With You- Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber

This song is fun and upbeat, while still being a bit of a tease. Mingyu feels the same way. He’s a goof and strikes me as someone who would love this song, and the conversation it tells. For the sake of your heart, don’t imagine him dancing around the kitchen with his partner whilst singing along.

Vernon: Renegades- X Ambassadors

This is going to be super specific but both Vernon, and this song feel like sitting in the back of a loved one’s Subaru Legacy, watching the sunset over the ocean, after spending the day at the skate park. Its calming, with this rebellious undertone and a heart of love, and that just feels like Vernon to me.

Vocal Unit:

Jeonghan: Troublemaker- Oly Murz and Flo Rider

Troublemaker is definitely a word that can be used to describe Jeonghan, that’s something everyone knows. The song is about a person who is wholly aware of the power they hold over people, and sung by a person who is totally caught up in the spell. Jeonghan is a manipulator, and I mean that with love, but he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s going to use it for his own gain.

Shua: She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5

Maroon 5 and Joshua Hong go hand in hand, but specifically I think he feels like She Will Be Loved. The song feels like a promise someone is making to their lover’s parent, a promise that their daughter will always be loved. Joshua has a tendency to feel a little old school, like a gentleman, and strikes me as someone who would make this kind of promise. Also the image of him playing his guitar and singing this song with that soft “thinking of the person I love” smile, my heart can’t take it.

Woozi: Piano Man- Billy Joel

Lee Jihoon is made of music. He’s an old soul, and Piano Man feels like it was written by him a long time ago, and yet in a time still to come. There’s a love within the song, a love for music and the way it pulls you in. Jihoon was supposed to be a musician, and whether he’s performing as an idol, or simply playing the piano in a bar, he will always be a Piano Man.

DK: Honey, Honey- Abba

Not only can I see him bodying this song, but I can picture it being sung about him. I feel the Amada Seyfried version suits him best, with the teasing tones and childish vibes. Seokmin is duality personified. On stage he gets so sexy and confident, and offstage he’s cute and sweet. Honey Honey is as well, being about a very grown-up relationship but sung in a way a child might understand.

Seungkwan: Everything I Didn’t Say- 5SOS

Seungkwan has a lot to say, no one can doubt that, but I feel like he’s awful at talking about genuine, romantic love. Everything I Didn’t Say comes at the end of relationship, when the singer is reflecting on the things they wished they had said, and to me, this feels like something Seungkwan would sing. Not only would his voice fit the song beautifully, but I feel as though he understands the emotion behind it and could really bring it to life.

Performance Unit:

Jun: Horns-Bryce Fox

Hear me out. While the subject of the song doesn’t feel like Jun, the singer himself does. The song is about a woman who is, objectively, toxic as fuck. She’s akin to a demon or beast, and yet, the singer can’t get enough of her. She’s what keeps him alive. The fire in this song, the passion, and sheer lust, that’s what feels like Jun. Its feels like bearing your soul, feeling it burn, and cherishing the warmth you’re given in return, and I don’t know why, but to me, that screams Wen Junhui.

Hoshi: History Maker- Dean Fujioka

Is this song from an anime about figure skaters? Yes. Does it still feel like Hoshi? Yes! The song itself is super short, but its message is one of hope, and following your dreams. The song makes me feel confident, like I could change the world, and to me, that sounds like Hoshi. He too is confident and doing what he loves. He doesn’t let himself get dragged down by anything, and does his best to keep moving forward. If this song isn’t on his work out playlist, it should be.

Minghao: Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Uptown Girl is a classic, its romantic, flirty, and such a tease. It feels like making fun of the person you love, and that is Minghao in a nutshell. He feels like classic love songs and being an ass to your lover. More than that, the song covers this underlying note of not feeling like enough, like you aren’t good enough for your partner, and that also feels like Minghao. Yeah, he’s confident, but he also strives to grown and be a better person, and to that extent, he probably worries that he’ll never be good enough for the person he falls for.

Dino: R.I.P. 2 my Youth- The Neighborhood

This song is about growing up and finding a world that doesn’t care about you, and how you don’t care in return. Though Chan still seems like he has some hope left, its obvious that he grew up too fast. This song feels like what he’s trying not to be. He’s only about a year older than me, but sometimes it feels like he’s lived so much longer. I’m not sure 100% why, but this song is Chan.

Let me know what you think! Do you agree, or are there any songs that you associate with the boys?

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen headcanons #seventeen reactions #svt headcanons #svt reactions #svt hip hop unit #svt performance unit #svt vocal unit #goodwriterwithbadhabits

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I was sleepy, until I read "Jake biological father of Spider" my little love Spider, so much that he has suffered. The reaction of the entire Sully family is necessary.

Jake he would have a heart attack, and maybe remembering in second he realizes that Spider looks like one of his parents, (Jake's). Max would be the one to tell Spider and she would run away. It would be too much for him.

Neytiri would go wild. 💀

Tuk and Lo ak always wanted Spider. 🌟

Kiri has always called Spider his person and now he knows that they ARE brothers. 💖

Neteyam, if he is alive, Since I am also an older sister, I understand that we are the experiment, who is asked for perfection, to be a better copy of our parents, the caregivers of our siblings even when we are children. So I imagine that when they were children they were very close even more than Kiri and Spider. But wanting to be pleasing to his parents,seeing how Jake doesn't pay too much attention to him and Neytiri's obvious hatred, he began to distance himself and they went from being brothers, to strangers who talk from time to time.and to discover that they are really brothers, would be to open a box of good, bad and horrible memories.

And now he is missing.

No one can take it from my head that Spider spent nights in Pandora alone since he was little. And he only survived because Eywa took care of him. But still I go hungry, pain and fear.

I am realizing that we are masochists we like to suffer and cry.

We really want to suffer and cry dear anon, we really do. And poor Spider is always the one suffering the most.

I explored a bit what I thought how would Jake and Neytiri react here

Lo’ak is overjoyed, his best friend and brother in spirit is actually his brother. He wouldn’t really feel as much as an outsider anymore, Spider is as much as a troublemaker as him and with him being officially part of the family he feels like he fully belongs.

Kiri is happy for Spider, she doesn’t feel any different than before, in her heart she always believed them to be tied in a way or another. She asks Jake for the name of Spider’s mom and asks the scientists to find her video logs. After they find them both Kiri and Spider spend hours watching them, and she keeps pointing out their resemblances, the color of his hair, the shape of his eyes and so on.

Tuk is, as described in the official book as a happy little pixie and her reaction is very positive! Being a little kid I can see her asking questions Jake hoped would be dealt in a different way, like what was Spider’s mom like? She’s a curious girl asking if Spider looks more like her or his human self. Neytiri is upset, hates the idea of this woman because it means that while Jake was with her he was also with the other woman in a way or another.

Neteyam (if he survived) would still act the same way towards Spider, I see him as being the closest to Neytiri and he feels also kinda betrayed by his father, why didn’t he ever mention this woman when talking about his old life? He told them about his dead brother, how he took his place but failed to mention he had someone on base that he got pregnant? One time he gets curious and goes investigate Spider’s mom and he’s furious, how could his dad not see the resemblance. He would start to resent Jake for always asking perfection and constantly reminding him to be responsible when he himself wasn’t any of those things, the image of his father is forever branded as an hypocrite.

After Spider runs away Jake doesn’t know how to feel, he is his kid but he’s also the reminder of how abusive he was. He wants to find him to make things right, to make the guilt of letting a kid wonder alone at night in a dangerous forest go away. He keeps remembering all his faults, from sending him away during meal times, to the harsh ways he would reprimand him even when it wasn’t his fault.

Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk are distraught, asking themselves why would he leave them. Didn’t they showed him how much they loved him? How much they were happy to officially have him as their brother?

Neytiri and Neteyam are almost relived, maybe it’s a chance to fix things and make them go back into the old equilibrium. Or even make it better.

#Spider is Jake’s kid!AU #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #na’vi avatar #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar spider #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #lo’ak #kiri augustine #tuktirey

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Forever Clockwork

I know there's been a lot of Arlong simping on my Tumblr lately (and that is continuing!) but in the meantime I interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you some Dr. Wily simping. Arlong x Reader was the first reader fic I wrote, and now I wanna write about another villain getting some love. Link to AO3 as well as the story itself available under the cut. Please enjoy this beautiful Wily picture from @jennoirwolf and some beautiful Gigamix Wily. And yes, the second image is the same picture as referenced in the first chapter of the story.

Forever Clockwork

Dr. Wily x Reader

I used multiple sources of canon for this – the games, comics, anime, TV series, and manga, so you can imagine whatever version you like, though my favorite visual of Wily is from the Mega/Gigamix manga (now that’s a silver fox!)

This story is set after the Stardroids arc (after Megaman 7 video game-wise)

Megaman does not belong to me and is the property of Capcom, Archie Comics, Hitoshi Ariga, other license holders/copyright holders, etc. Feedback is much welcome and appreciated.

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You were one of Wily's students when you were at university. You considered yourself blessed that your last few years of pursuing your degree placed you under the tutelage of the illustrious Drs. Light and Wily. You were a great admirer of their work and ever since you were a kid, you'd always liked tinkering around with various machines, from helping your grandfather with his car to writing code for various projects.

You'd made your way through high school, winning several respectable scholarships that got you into the prestigious university that, at that time, had both of these famous doctors on their faculty, since the doctors had their lab not far from the school.

Dr. Wily was known to be the tougher of the two, but you still considered yourself lucky to be his student, and you’d learned so much from him. Already, even before the first line of Robot Masters was finished, Wily was known as a bit of a troublemaker, but you liked that.

However, you didn't think he would go so far as to steal a whole line of Robot Masters and let them go on a rampage. And then create his own lines of Robot Masters, and then steal them from others like Cossack. It seemed like Wily had a one-track mind as you watched him from afar while advancing through your career. Sometimes though, you wish he hadn't disappeared like he did. He'd gone rogue not long before you graduated with your master's degree.

You'd tried a few different fields before settling in your current one, but you were feeling increasingly dissatisfied with your work for a company that specialized in private, personalized robots. And as you'd come to see, a big part of that was essentially companion bots. Specs would be customized depending on the type of companionship the client was seeking. Sometimes you rolled your eyes when you went over an order, but a job was a job. As much of what you did involved putting together hardware, you could spend long days – or nights – at the company lab. Then you'd drag yourself home. You've tried having a social life, but you have a pretty low social battery.

You plopped down on your armchair after a particularly stressful week. Perhaps it was time to consider a job change. You already had a solid resume, so you were confident you could find a job elsewhere Stretching out your arms, you see a shadow move, and give out a yelp, thinking you’ve surprised a burglar.

It reveals itself to be a robot – no, a Robot Master. Given that you study the Robot Masters others make, you quickly recognize a Wily number – DWN-024. Shadow Man. You stare at him as he inclines his head in a bow, the shuriken on his forehead flashing for a brief moment as it reflected your lamp.

“Doctor Y/n Lastname?" he asks. You're certain he knows perfectly well who you are, but this is a gesture of politeness. Already you find this robot charming. You nod in affirmation, your interest piqued. "I have been sent by Dr. Wily to offer you a job."

Holy fuck. You’d been seriously considering a job change, and one just fell in your lap! And from Dr. Albert Wily, of all people! You didn’t admit it to others, but you continued to follow his career even after he went rogue. And you most certainly didn’t admit that you had a crush on him back then, and still did. He had that silver fox appeal, after all. You stare blankly for a few seconds.

“Are you all right?” you hear the robot ask, and you turn your focus back to him.

“Yeah, yeah. It's just… I mean, I didn't expect to come home to this, you know? I'm not trying to be rude, you just caught me off-guard…!" You let out a nervous laugh. You take a deep breath, collecting yourself. So Dr. Wily wants you to come to work for him. It wouldn't be the first time he's worked with other people, although that didn't always work out for the best. So there's a lot to think about. You haven't built your own Robot Masters like Dr. Cossack or others did, so you have no robots to steal.

You look at the robot. He is a sophisticated piece of work, and your experience tells you that if you were to open him up, you’d likely find a design more sophisticated than whatever your current employer could offer.

“Do you need more information?" Shadow Man asked. You shrugged and nodded, and he rattled off a few things such as labs and equipment, amenities, and such. It actually sounded pretty nice, and certainly didn't sound like an offer that would be made to someone Wily intended to kidnap. You stroke your chin… are you seriously fucking contemplating joining forces with a mad scientist who keeps trying to take over the world?

“How is he?” you ask the robot. It dawned upon you that Dr. Wily must be listening to this conversation. The robot is silent for a moment, almost as if he’s listening for something.

Aha. Wily old bastard.

“You may see for yourself in person. If you accept, of course.”

You're tempted to call out your old mentor. But you smile and shrug. "Well, I would like to see how my old teacher is doing," you say, offering no commitment to the mil ob proposal. You offer Shadow Man a smile, fairly certain that he's video-recording you too. The smile isn't fake, though. You're secretly thrilled at the idea of seeing him again.

The robot offers his hand, and you take it, wondering how much of a gamble you’ve just endeavored on. Fortune favors the bold… at least, you hope.

You blink as you enter a well-appointed lab, and for a moment panic as you wonder if you should have put on some fresh clothes, the robot did sort of ambush you when you'd just gotten home from work… Just as you think to run your finger through your hair to try to look a bit nicer, your heart skips a beat as you see your old mentor.

He looked a few years older, but he was still as much of a silver fox as ever, a handsome sight in his dark clothing that was contrasted by his white lab coat and skeleton-themed tie. He approaches you, arms spread out in a gesture of welcome, like a host receiving a guest. It almost looks like he’s offering a hug. You wish…

“Welcome to my humble abode, Y/n,” he says. “Or would you prefer Dr. Lastname now?” he adds with a small smirk before he offers his hand for you to shake. You take it quickly, feeling the wiry strength in his grip.

“I’m fine with Y/n, though considering this is a job offer perhaps I should go by my professional name…” you shrug. “I can't believe I'm here. After you disappeared…" You shake your head. "I didn't think I would see you again. And believe it or not, I was a little disappointed at that thought."

You try to not blush, hoping he doesn’t read too much in your slip.

“You missed me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oh, crap. He read you like an open book. Play it cool, play it cool. You shrug and offer a small smile. “What can I say, you were my favorite teacher.”

He grins at that, and you feel your heart fluttering as if you were a silly little schoolgirl. Why the hell does this man have that effect on you? And despite the questionable morality of many of his actions, you do admire his moxie. He’s a stubborn old bastard, and you have to admit his plans for world domination suit him better than the standard mid-life crisis.

None of this means you’re not nervous around him. If you’d not wanted to come here, would he have kidnapped you?

That wouldn't be so bad if he treated you like a princess or something, right? Hah. Damn, you still do have that crush, huh?

“I know a lot of the students thought I was a bastard, so that’s refreshing to hear.”

“I don't know, many of the times you tore into someone, they deserved it, and it was entertaining to watch." Schadenfreude and all that. He laughs at that, and leads you down the building, passing a few robots at work and the like. The space has a lot of the things you'd imagine Wily to have, and you're not disappointed in the setup. It could be a lot of fun to work here… if you're willing to put yourself on the Most Wanted list.

Wily’s POV

It was nice seeing Y/n again. Y/n had been his favorite student and he had considered recruiting Y/n when he’d gone rogue back then. But she was so young and full of potential. He knew he was going on a risky path, and hadn’t wanted to drag her down with him. Oh, it was bloody tempting, though!

But now, she was old and experienced enough, and it seemed that one of his predictions about her had proven correct. She was bright and might not be satisfied in the usual industries that called for expertise in robotics, regardless of how well the job paid. If he was wrong and she eventually found something that made her happy, then good for her. But over the last decade, she'd bounced through several high-paying jobs. And well, he would be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive. She'd been pretty cute, in a nerdy chick way back then, and she still rocked the vibe pretty well. She trailed behind him, glancing over his projects and experiments with a knowing scientist's eye and curiosity.

“Oh hey, that’s neat that you have that picture,” she said as she gestured to a picture on the wall. Granted, it was a copy, but it was one of his favorite pictures, and added a nice touch to his workspace. She gave his tools a respectful berth as she approached the desk, looking at it. A young Dr. Light and Dr. Wily were standing with their first AI project, their arms crossed and up in the air in a symbol of triumph.

“It’s a pretty great picture, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Hell yeah.”

He laughed at that and continued along. He was not stupid enough to think there wasn't a possibility of her coming here just so she could try to steal something. She kept switching jobs, didn't she? Though he had to admit, if she turned out to be a thief, he'd be disappointed. No one was perfect, but surely she respected him too much to do that to him, right?

It was nice listening to her as she asked a question about this or that, and the way she asked seemed genuine, instead of someone digging around for information.

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The picture you just commented on is a pretty famous one. It’s iconic in the robotics community given the work that Drs. Light and Wily did for science. Both of them were quite good-looking, but you think Albert has aged better than his old friend. And well, maybe that picture is what you use as the screen on your smartphone?

Are you going to change that before Wily notices? You're about to ask a question before Shadow Man approaches the two of you with tea. It honestly smelled pretty great, and you took the cup that was offered to you. The green tea is slightly bitter but has an edge of sweetness that balances it out nicely, making for a harmonious flavor.

“Oh, this is good,” you murmur as you finish it off. “Best cup I’ve had in a while, I think. You made this?” you ask the robot. He bows his head, and you smile. “My compliments to the chef.”

It seems like he’s genuinely happy at your compliment. He is an elegant robot, and maybe it’s because you’ve been more sympathetic to Wily than most – well, actually, pretty much anyone else – but you wonder about what he said in the past about robots having souls.

“So, how about it?" he asks as Shadow Man pours you another cup. You look down at the clear green liquid in your cup. You are well aware of his track record. He's more than just a man who marches to the beat of his drum. There's a chance this might not end well. But at the same time, he reached out to you. He has a bit more esteem for you than you had originally thought. You look up at him, taking in his lanky form.

Damn, but he really is a silver fox, isn’t he? Legal repercussions be damned – you tried to play it straight and narrow since you got your degree and look where that got you.

“What the hell. I’m in.”

His delighted laugh rings in your ears. And he does sound pleased as punch about it, as if you just made his day.

#writing #strawberrycatbeans #mega man #dr. wily #wily #x reader #dr. wily x reader #wily x reader #megaman #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #rockman

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Fazbear World- Michael Afton

Michael Afton was the eldest child, born in 1967. When Michael was younger, he was free-spirited, energetic, and a tad bit rebellious, but still respected his parents, although he always wanted to be seen as, mature, and wanted to be independent, he hated being treated like a little kid, mainly by his mom. The main reason he was like this was that he looked up to William and wanted to be just, unaware of his murderous past, though he also cared deeply about his mother too since she was always them for him. As Michael grew into his teen years, he became rebellious, a bit of a (harmless) troublemaker, and loved to live up to his “tough-guy” attitude, especially around his friends. Michael had quite a few friends, but he had 3 close ones, their names were Barto, Francis, and Cheryl, and Michael was the leader of the group. The four would just hang out, goof off and cause little pranks around the neighborhood, not once did they ever want anyone to get hurt or cause any real trouble, they just wanted to have fun in any way that they could. The same could be said for his siblings, Elizabeth and Evan, sure he’d pick on them, especially Evan, but he’d just be joking around with them, but with Evan, Michael just always thought that Evan should toughen up a bit and shouldn’t be so anxious or scared about every little thing, but the issue was he never really knew when to stop when he messed with Evan. However, after Nora left. Michael would kind of take his frustrations out on Evan at times but still didn’t want to willingly hurt him. Despite this, Michael can be a good older brother to his little brother and sister, and would never do anything to willingly put them in any real danger. Michael was William’s favorite child by far, not to mention Michael reminded William of himself, he believed that there could be a possibility that Michael would follow in his footsteps. Despite his flaws, Michael was a good person when you get to know him.

-Side note, for anyone that's not aware, in this AU, Michael is Springtrap.

(This was from his Bio so I don't have everything about him, but this image is from his youth to his adult years. I have 2 more pics of him coming later :>

Hope you guys like it and have a faztastic day! ^^

#fazscare87 #fazbear world #fivenightsatfazbearworld #michael afton #fnaf #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #fnaffanart #five nights at freddy's #fazbearworld #thankyouscott #fnaf au #fnaf au fanart

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uraniumwriting · 1 year

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Not Alone Anymore

A response for @flashfictionfridayofficial ‘s prompt “You’re Not Alone”. 760 words total

I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk the past month, but I’m happy I managed to finish this! This is in a new world I’m coming up with for a wip (which may end up as an audio drama?????)

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No one dared to enter the forests of Highriver State Park anymore, and that was the very reason Jay walked down a hiking path and listened to the crunch of dry leaves underneath their boots.

Normally, the hiking paths would be filled with tourists and locals trying to soak in the last days of warm weather and sunlight before winter settled in. But not now. The stupid monster and the mayor’s stupid bounty had kept everyone away from Highriver State Park except for troublemakers looking for a quick buck.

It had been over six months since the first group of bounty hunters arrived in the area, and as Sheriff, Jay had been the one who had to babysit them, along with the three other groups who wanted to play hero. In those six months, no one got any closer to figuring out the mystery of the monster.

They were lucky none of those bounty hunters got themselves killed in those six months. They couldn’t say the same about their officers.

Jay stopped as they got to one of the rivers that flowed through the park. Having grown up in one of the small town around the state park, Monty, they knew every river well, but this area brought back more memories than most.

There was an old, decaying log that had toppled over the river a long time ago, probably before Jay was even born. As they grew up, their friend, Everest, would always climb up on the log, and teased Jay relentlessly whenever they worried about his safety.

That was before Everest became mayor, and before Jay was forced to drop out of high school and join the local police because of their mother’s death. Now, all Everest cared about was his image, and Jay tolerated his bullshit one too many times.

It was over, though. Jay officially resigned the day before, and now they could spend as much time as they wanted alone in the forest.

Jay trudged over to the log and put their hand on the rough bark. It was a miracle the log hadn’t fallen into the river yet, with the water constantly wearing away at the bottom of the log. It would’ve been foolish to tempt luck and climb on it, but no one else was around.

For the first time in their life, Jay hoisted themself onto the log.

As they stood up and gained their balance, Jay looked out at the rushing current beneath them. And they laughed.

This was all ridiculous. Everest didn’t know what he was up against. He hadn’t seen the destruction of the monster like Jay had. He didn’t understand how indescribable the monster was. Everest only put up the bounty to hush his critics, not because he actually knew that someone could do something.

Jay took a few more steps out onto the log.

They had seen the monster. And they were pretty sure the monster had seen them. But Jay lived through that encounter, even if they weren’t sure why. All they were sure of was that the monster couldn’t simply be stopped. Something drew it to Highriver State Park, and the only way to get rid of it would be if something drew it somewhere else.

As Jay got about halfway down the log, they froze. They were suddenly transported back to when they were a kid, when they were terrified of Everest’s antics on the log.

Underneath the log, sharp rocked protruded out from the water.

Heart pounding, they looked back to where they came from. Of course, they were alone. Jay had wanted to be alone. If they fell, no one would know, and despite the logical part of their mind telling them otherwise (or was it the illogical part?), they were terrified to fall without anyone knowing.

Jay needed to get back to shore, but they couldn’t move.

They stood there for what felt like just a few seconds but also hours, and just listened to the silence of the forest. It was wrong. The forest shouldn’t have been silent. It should’ve been full of annoying tourists and local teenage troublemakers and animals scurrying for forgotten leftovers. Now, it was empty.

Something slammed onto the log behind Jay. Their breath caught in their throat, but they didn’t turn around at first. Jay just stood completely still and hoped that they had made up the sound and the vibrations of the log.

But then something snarled. And that snarl was familiar.

Jay wasn’t as alone as they thought they were.

#writeblr #writing #am writing #flash fiction friday

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littlekennycantplaypoker · 3 months

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You can't stand me? Sucks to be you, I guess

I tried this once and apparently making a draft is harder than I thought (it didnt save), so bear with me

Also, watch out for ooc Sebek because I'm not great at writing actual characters rip

☆You can't stand me? Sucks to be you, I guess☆

A small story where a normal person gets isekai'd into another world, a fun classic plot.

This causes them some struggles, though, considering how they are a magicless human in a world full of magic-wielding people, other humans and creatures alike.

Despite this trouble they need to overcome, they don't seem to care very much about their situation. They acted quite the same as they did in their own world, just as irresponsible as always, and such a troublemaker.

And troublemakers catch certain people's attention.

So, one fateful day, after already being deemed Prefect of one of the old abandoned dorms and doing their usual shenanigans, they ended up getting lectured by Sebek Zigvolt, the man himself, for "being rude to Malleus", which was actually just play-fighting.

"‐and it's completely disrespectful to taint Waka-sama's image with this play-fighting, even if it isn't actually hurting him!" Sebek continued lecturing the Prefect, who wasn't really listening. They just stared at him blankly, empty thoughts running through an empty mind.

Sebek (miraculously) noticed their internal absence, and his expression twisted once again into his look of irritation.

"Are you even listening to me, Human?!" He shouted, leaning in a bit to try and match their height, or just to catch their attention.

The Prefect blinked, snapping out of their daze only to find Sebek much closer than he had been when the lecturing started. Their eyes widened, and they moved back ever so slightly.

"Well, Human? Are you listening? I can't believe you would-"

"You're really pretty."

Sebek's aggravated sentence was cut short by the Prefect's words, which caught him off guard, making him pause for a moment before flushing bright red.

"Wh-wha- you- H-Human! That is completely unacceptable and inappropriate to say under such circumstances!" He stumbled over his words, louder than before but significantly less confident.

The Prefect shrugged in response to his statement, still not having a care in the world.

As Sebek continued yelling, though now red-faced, the Prefect tuned out once again, thinking about... whatever.

"Ah, I don't have time for this. I gotta go find Grim." They remembered conveniently, perking up at the thought. "Gotta run! See you later, Seb!"

Even the nickname made Sebek embarrassed, so, as the Prefect ran off to find their cat-like companion, his eyes reluctantly followed, his heart still racing.

"...What is wrong with that human?" Sebek managed to mutter out, though he wasn't entirely opposed to their little show toward him.

Maybe liking a mere human wouldn't be so bad? Oh, but they're a troublemaker! Well... breaking the rules every so-often isn't too terrible...

End?

#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #sebby!!

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 11 months

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For the detective question askbox game: 26, 29, and 30 for Raine

26. If given the choice, would they become a vampire?

Honestly, I think Raine could go either way. I don't think he'd push for it, but if it came up, it'd be an interesting conversation. He probably would, but he wouldn't regard it as some big change. Vampirism is just another type of personhood to him and he'd probably treat becoming a vampire on the same level as he treats getting older. It's a thing that happens to some people.

Will say, if vampirism makes him look younger, he's gonna be a bit miffed. Especially with how much he looks like Rook and how Rebecca responds to that. The first vampire to dye bits of his hair grey/white. Even if it might get people to stop asking if Nate and Adam are maybe a bit too young for him.

29. If they could have chosen a different profession, what would it be?

Back in college, he wanted to be a professor. Probably in either art history/interpretation or philosophy. He was actually really into both of those subjects once upon a time. Still is, but it kind of gets buried in the lackadaisical troublemaker-turned-layabout image he projects in Wayhaven.

30. Any fun facts about them you'd like to add?

Raine can play a guitar pretty well, but he can only passably sing. Nothing to write home about, but he plays it up worse when he thinks it'll be funnier. He and Tina are menaces at karaoke night.

There are a few chess pieces on his mantelpiece from an old set his aunt carved that he's had since he was young. They're a rook, a bishop, a knight, a king, and a queen. The first three are made of walnut wood, the last two of maple.

He has a tattoo of the constellation Aquila on his left pectoral, just beneath his clavicle.

Thank you for the questions! Find more here.

#raine callaghan

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Picture Perfect

Siobhan - 1900+ words - @banirareiko

Jakub is dumped from the Villa, and has a surprise meet with old flame Siobhan shortly after. Their time in the Villa was short, and can hardly be described as sweet...

When Lottie decided to save Noah from being dumped, Jakub’s fate on Love Island was sealed and he would have to leave the villa in the same night. That actually annoyed him to no end. The fucking public was his demise on the show. The public, for fuck’s sake. How could they possibly vote off a confident, fearless and overall a total catch like him? Just how could they?

Also, spineless Noah out of all people being saved over him? The hell?

Jakub left the villa angry. Very angry. Not only he couldn’t even get the woman he wanted, but he also was remembered as the villain. The troublemaker. The homewrecker.

And after Casa Amor, the player.

Wasn’t the goal of being a bombshell on the show to step on toes if needed to find the right one? Wasn’t the goal of the Casa Amor days to crack on with the new girls?

Jakub did exactly just that. And yet, people still disliked him.

I swear to God if this is about Siobhan–

Ah, right. Siobhan. Hope 2.0, even. Skin dark and smooth and sweet like chocolate when he ran his mouth teasingly on her, but personality bitter and dry like plain cocoa powder. Actually, he should rephrase that. Siobhan was once actually pretty spicy and flavourful like mole sauce, which was the entire reason why Jakub could see Hope in her. If he couldn’t have Hope, then he would settle for someone who looked like her.

Siobhan, in fact, humoured him and welcomed his advances with open arms (and a day later, legs), even after he had eaten her friend Emily out the first night the new girls arrived at the villa. Even when he had told her how much she had reminded him of Hope. Even when he never promised to bring her back into the villa, despite the popular assumption around the villa that he would (he never made such a statement, in his defence).

And yet, Jakub thought Siobhan should’ve known better that he wouldn’t bring her back, and this wasn’t even personal. Siobhan just happened to be a Casa girl, and unfortunately, couldn’t measure up to an OG like Hope. She should’ve known, and maybe then she wouldn’t have thrown such a tantrum and literally chucked Bobby’s wooden spoon at him (which she narrowly missed; the poor thing ended up in the pool in the end) when Jakub declared at the stick-or-switch recoupling that he would much rather be with Hope.

That was when he decided Siobhan was bitter and dry. Emily just sorta let bygones be bygones (eventually) after he pied her off, but Siobhan couldn’t even take a rejection that was never personal to begin with, and that changed her image in his eyes completely.

Oh well.

It wasn’t like he would have to ever see her again anyway. Bristol was too far away from Rochdale, after all.

—

“Zabinski, mate, you ready? Your photographer just arrived and got the gears ready. Shoot starts in ten minutes, so get that costume sorted in a bit, ya hear?”

“Aye aye,” Jakub waved one hand dismissively at the production assistant who was sent in to check on him, his other hand fumbling at the side zipper of his bull costume, “I hear ya. Be right there.”

Jakub’s ego had suffered a massive blow following his unwanted exit from the Love Island villa, but thankfully, a modelling offer sent his way had somewhat helped smooth things over for him. If anything, this was proof that he indeed was still an influential figure in the entertainment world. The theme of the photoshoot was “bull in a china shop” – Jakub vaguely had an idea of what that meant and the lowkey dig at him, but hey, he was already out of the villa, so he might as well just live up to that name and show them that at the end of the day, he was a brave and fearless man after all that happened on the show.

He especially was pleased with the way his muscles bulged in the bull costume, if he was honest.

Today’s photoshoot would be a blast. Or so Jakub thought.

No flipping way–

“It’s been two weeks. Missed me?”

Why is she here? And why the fuck is she standing behind the camera tripod–

The woman behind the tripod grinned almost too wickedly to Jakub’s liking, and that made him a little uncomfortable.

He dry-swallowed.

This has got to be a joke. Why would they get her out of all people–

“Let’s be professionals and introduce ourselves properly, shall we?” the woman extended a hand, and when Jakub shakily took it into his in a handshake, he felt as if there were invisible pins in her palm pricking at his skin.

“My name is Siobhan. I’m your photographer today. Pleasure to met you, Mr. Zabinski.”

—

Jakub was feeling uneasy the entire photoshoot, as much as he tried to put on a straight face and keep his behaviour professional.

In fact, he was scared shitless. But he would never admit it anyway.

In all honesty, he’d rather Siobhan was a proper cow to him. But no, his former Casa Amor flame had actually been keeping everything strictly professional, even as far as instructing him on which poses would look best on him and taking her hand camera to follow him around to get the best angles she could get for his shoot.

What bothered him the most was that he just had this irrational fear at the back of his head that she would wreak vengeance on him at any moment, when he least expected it.

It never happened.

When the shoot was over, Siobhan simply nodded at him in acknowledgement, before packing up her equipment and leaving the scene.

For some reasons Jakub couldn’t understand, he actually felt terrible. Like, really terrible. He wasn’t sure it was because he just saw Siobhan again and she acted as if nothing had even happened between them, or it was because his conscience was starting to kick in and tell him that he had, actually, been a terrible person during Casa Amor because there would be no way did Siobhan deserve to be played by him like that.

He went with the former, because he never once believed himself to be a terrible person after all. He had been true to himself. And being true to himself was never a bad thing at all.

—

A few days after the photoshoot, Jakub got an email from Siobhan, containing all the photos she had taken at the shoot that she mentioned she edited.

The tone of her email was professional. She had conducted herself professionally at the shoot. There was nothing for Jakub to be scared of. At the very least, Siobhan had shown herself capable of doing her job the way she should, and by the time the photoshoot was over, this had given Jakub a sense of security, in the end.

As Jakub clicked the folder open, fear and anxiety filled up his eight-pack abs. All sense of security he had had from Siobhan acting professionally evaporated in less than one second.

Every single photo of him had marks drawn all over his face. Marks that he couldn’t remove because she had embedded them into every single pixel of the photos.

“Player” written in bright red, “Liar” in blue, emojis with the letter X for eyes in green– Siobhan had ruthlessly used his face like a fucking brick wall for her masterpieces in digital graffiti.

Jakub was fuming. Before he knew it, he was already furiously typing a response to the email demanding Siobhan undo her vandalism of his precious, pretty face.

Inside, however, he was bricking it as he hit the “send” button on his screen.

Please, Siobhan, don’t do this to me.

—

Siobhan wasn’t surprised when her Macbook loudly pinged, signalling a new email in her inbox, less than ten minutes since she had sent Jakub her prank folder to get some payback at him for playing games with her.

Sure, she was a Casa Amor girl, but she was still as valid as any of the OG girls. She deserved a fair shot at finding herself a connection with someone. She deserved to be treated with respect.

And the way she was led on and played by Jakub was far from respect.

She really thought he would bring her back to the villa. Everyone thought that, too. And he legit couldn’t make the excuse of never saying it to her. Even if he didn’t make such a statement, his actions were more than indicative that he would switch for her, and it had given her hope at a shot of being with someone she genuinely had chemistry with.

Jakub was deceptive and a massive tool, and Siobhan had to learn it the hard way.

Hence, when she got the assignment to be his photographer for some modelling deal, she decided that she would teach him a lesson. She would carry out her duties professionally like she had always done with her previous clients to give him a false sense of security, and then strike him where it hurt, when he thought he was safe.

The same way he had played her.

Humming to herself, Siobhan leisurely took a seat in front of her Macbook to check her new email that obviously came from Jakub, a pleased smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth as she leaned back and twirled a lock of her straightened hair in her hand.

From: Jakub Zabinski

To: Siobhan Uzor

Re: Photos from last week

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TELL ME YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY SENDING THIS TO THE MAGAZINE

SIOBHAN PLEASE REMOVE THE VANDALISM ON MY FACE

PLEASE

Do I have to beg?

FOR REAL DON’T YOU DARE SEND THESE TO THE MAGAZINE.

-Jakub

An audible, airy laugh escaped Siobhan’s plump lips as she hit the “reply” button.

In all honesty, Siobhan wouldn’t actually send these prank photos to the magazine. She, in fact, had already sent the properly edited photos to the editors a few hours ago, before she even made these prank edits. She had a reputation to uphold as a professional photographer, even when freelancing, after all.

But wouldn’t it be fun to fuck with this meathead who had toyed with her on national television using her personal email?

Siobhan thought it would. This blond carbon copy of Emmett Cullen would probably be way over his head to realise which email she used to send him the prank photos anyway.

From: Siobhan Uzor

To: Jakub Zabinski

Re: Re: Photos from last week

Hello Jakub,

That is for you to see for yourself when the next issue of the magazine comes out, seeing how you love to play mind games with people around you.

Best,

Siobhan

PS: How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine now?

A genuine smile appeared on Siobhan’s face as she gently lowered the screen of her Macbook, then shut it with a soft click. Jakub strung her along back then, and she was happy that she decided to stand up for herself just now.

Siobhan could almost see in front of her own eyes Jakub fuming in frustration and probably ripping a shirt of his or two to let out the steam, once he found out that she never actually sent the magazine editors the prank photos and only sent them to him just to fuck with him, and for the first time since she left the Love Island villa, she felt fulfilled. Satisfied.

Siobhan leisurely took a sip of her steaming jasmine tea and sighed contentedly.

Say cheese, Jakub Zabinski.

#litg #litg fanfic #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #litg season 2 #litg character spotlight #character spotlight #litg casa amor #casa amor #litg jakub

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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GOLD LEASH

Character/s: rich boy!Hanma Shuji

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-con kissing, baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.

Notes: commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕)💕 hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.

Synopsis: Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.

WC: 5k

Hanma Shuji, resident scoundrel of the university and the menace responsible for blowing up the lab weeks ago that made a huge buzz around campus suddenly claimed he had a crush on you. At least that’s what he said upon confronting you in the library weeks ago while you were searching for a copy of that textbook your professor was reading.

You think the dirty bastard is hoping to become a player with your heart as his new toy.

Normally, anyone would steer clear of him in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the infamous student, but in a university belonging to a small world, it was hard not to cross paths with Hanma once or twice. It was a bit confusing how he was accepted by such a prestigious institution. Imaging him studying or even just coming to class like any average student will seem more like a myth than the existence of warlocks. But contrary to his reputation, Hanma Shuji was passing with flying colors—much to your surprise because you’d think he was paying to get those aces. Yet, he did not strike you as the type of person to possess such wealth to be able to bribe the university. Considering how he appeared like he wasn’t rich like the other men in your class and lived like he was sleeping on the streets. Still, you did not want to associate with him because of his tendency of being a troublemaker. Him, on the other hand…

“Babe, do you think I should go to the library later?”

“Why on earth would you ask me what you should do? Shouldn't that be your problem?” Brows pinched in annoyance, maneuvering around to dodge his tattooed sin hand reaching out to touch you, to be able to wrap his fingers around any part just so he could pull you close. The corners of his lips curled at your hostile reaction but welcomed it nonetheless. “And don’t call me 'babe'. We’re not dating—”

“Yet,” he chuckled to tease you, which he succeeded based on the irritated glare that you shot the man before walking away. Hoping he wouldn't follow you to the library. “Come on, we could have a little study date. What do ‘ya say?”

But this is the Hanma Shuji that poked around where his nose didn't belong. The same Hanma Shuji who trashed the nearby cafe by bringing a couple of his rowdy friends yet still manages to befriend one of the smartest students here. Yes, Hanma Shuji who wouldn't leave you alone despite being blown off countless times because you weren't interested in dating a man who seemed like he hasn’t showered in days but was still sought after by the girls in your department. Your mother may have said never to judge a book by its cover, but you weren't even sure if Hanma is genuine. It came to the point he was rumored to be a sleaze, leeching off from the women he slept with from copying homework to receiving no resistance in intimacy.

Was it because he seemed vulnerable? Approachable? Someone whom they can baby? That facade of helplessness is really beneficial for him, huh?

It’s quite hard to see the gentleman's appeal through the confident smirks, the tattered jeans, baggy shirts, and hoodies—the tattoo on his hands and gold chain earring screaming he wasn’t one you could take home to meet your mother without her questioning your taste. And yet, even with that sort of ensemble, Hanma Shuji just seemed… handsome? As much as it pains you to admit this, he is indeed a good-looking guy especially if you look past the foul mouth and nefarious reputation he was known for. What's more, you found the ever-present smug grin on his face quite frustratingly attractive.

But then again, the reminder of him being an asshole and a total player was like a hanging guillotine over your neck—there was no way he’d take you seriously. It would be a damn miracle if he does. Not that you wanted him to!

And what do I have to be so worried about? There’s no way I’ll fall for a jackass like him. If anything, I’d rather kiss a fish than him. There’s just no way… right?

Yeah, there was no way you’d fall for a guy like Hanma Shuji, who didn’t even ask if he could corner you in the library and kiss you squarely on the lips. Body frozen out of surprise, you stared at him with wide eyes, pupils taking in the heated desire in those golden ones that never broke contact. Gauging your reaction silently as his tongue slowly slid out of his lips to swipe at your lower lips, hoping you’d let him in so he could taste and see if you were divine as he thought you’d be. And really, with his huge palms reaching up and touching your hips, waist, and lower back—goosebumps rose across your flesh akin to daisies popping out in spring, your lower region coated with slick in betrayal at your conviction of not falling for Hanma. What cemented it, however, was when you found yourself kissing him back. Intent on tasting him, too.

Sweet—intoxicatingly sweet, is what Hanma tasted like.

A thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues upon pulling away, so obscene yet mesmerizing to look at. His haunting gold hues smoldered while yours were dazed, mouth parted as you caught your breath. The library is silent as it can be, but you fear anyone who may pass by the bound volume section could hear your heart hammering inside your ivory ribcage. If anyone could see you two together, the scoundrel of the campus locking lips with the darling student of your department—heads would definitely start flying and mouths chattering around the hallway on why you agreed to become another notch on his belt would echo for days. Good thing the only witnesses were the books and the wind entering the open window. Orange leaves falling in the background ever so beautifully never fails to cast a calm over your chest.

But, fuck, no matter how much you stared at it, or perhaps even drink an endless amount of tea could have your pounding heart shut up and return to its normal pace. All due to Hanma Shuji kissing you in the library out of nowhere because he can.

Punch him—you wanted to punch the living daylights out of that ridiculously handsome man along with his smug smirk. To wipe that shit-eating grin off his face and give him the middle finger for extra good measure.

“Did ‘ya like it so much to still be speechless, babe?” he chuckled, finding enjoyment in your indignant state, even if he was the one who caused it. “If we date, that can be an everyday thing. Perhaps even more—”

“No thank you,” you hissed, careful not to scream at him for his rash behavior, cheeks aggravating warm. “There won’t be any of that kissing! If you wanna mess around, find someone else or go to your usual whores, alright? Leave me out of this—I’m never dating you.”

Really hilarious of you to say that to his face, only to wind up sitting next to him on your couch, in your apartment and him kissing and marking up your neck five days later. The dingy wallpaper mockingly laughing at you, same with the floors and every corner that screamed about his presence from the discarded scarf, the combat boots by the door to the glasses he wore sitting on the coffee table. All of them screamed the same thing at you.

What a hypocrite she is.

“So pretty… Don’t be shy, moan more for me, babe,” Hanma whispered, golden irises rivaling the sun’s searing hue peering up to drink in your blissful expression etched across your features. Hand with sin crawling up your back, making it past the hem of your shirt to fully rid you of your bra. The other, punishment, pinching one of the taut nipples that had you whining into the air. “That’s it—more, more, more. Let me hear you, babe.”

Hanma Shuji was definitely good with his hands and tongue. Expertly eliciting a lewd moan rivaling that of a seasoned pornstar that had the golden-eyed man smirking against the supple flesh of your inner thighs. The taste of your delectable slick on the rough surface of his tongue continued to tease and lick your throbbing clit, eager for more after pulling two orgasms out of you already. The pajamas you wore left to gaze up at the ceiling next to his hoodie on the floor. Who were you in the face of such deliriously pleasant ecstasy that would never be achieved by your own fingers or the many toys you have discarded because they were never enough to make you reach that plane of bliss?

“Hanma… more, gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Sobbing into your hand, your gaze never left the intoxicating sight of Hanma’s head in between your legs. You couldn’t even begin to grasp the reality that he was here, in your apartment after giving a shitty excuse to see you and is now eating you out on the old couch from your parents’ house. You shouldn’t have believed him—saying that he wanted to copy your notes from literary class. But then again, you were rejoicing inside that you did. Because you didn’t know anyone who could eat pussy this good than him.

“My baby is gonna cum again?” he hummed, eyes twinkling in glee at you keening. Both of his hands kept your legs from closing in, wanting to focus on having you squirt just by his tongue alone. “Come ‘n, cum in my mouth. Wanna see this pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Juices coating his chin, lips, and his nose, Hanma Shuji blinked up and knew he has found the one—enchanted by your pretty face all fucked out and nipples all perked up. His initial attraction to you may have been fueled by some of his peers. Because no one has ever tried to date the pretty girl of the department and officially became her boyfriend. When Hanma knew you had been single for a long time, he began to think you were some stuck-up bitch who’d spread her legs immediately after a few hints of his background. But surprisingly, you weren’t. You were sometimes a bitch though, he was not gonna lie. With the way you would continuously give him the cold shoulder, Hanma almost thought he was daydreaming whenever you acted out of kindness.

It irritates him to know that you were indeed the total sweetheart everyone knew to anyone who isn’t him, Hanma Shuji.

He had fun chasing after you through corridors and in the library. Hoping to catch you off guard and talk to you. To see how what was all the buzz about you and why those poor fuckers couldn’t get in your pants. He never saw it coming that he’d be like those fools he made fun of. It wasn’t soon. Wasn’t too long before that hunger for the taste of victory morphed into something stronger that fueled the enigma named Hanma Shuji.

He wanted to possess you.

“Are you really gonna sit through this class?” Eyes narrowed at your lover sitting next to you in a lecture he had no business in, you were close to pinching his ear and pulling him out the door. Who wouldn’t feel the same way when everyone here was all so serious in listening while Hanma was munching on a bag of chips in tattered jeans and a hoodie that looked like it hasn’t been washed for a month? You just wished he’d make an effort to appear more…

More what, exactly?

“Why not?” He grinned, waving a half-eaten chip in your frowning face that was equally flaming due to the stares you both received. “I wanna be next to you at all times as much as I can. I’m afraid you’d run off with another boy while I’m not lookin’.” Sticking out his tongue, Hanma then sent a wink your way. The corners of your lips were hard to keep from curling whereas you tried to avoid his fingers finding their way to yours. Ignorant to those golden eyes locking with another male student who was staring too long to receive a glare from your boyfriend.

Yes, Hanma Shuji wants to possess you.

Down to the roots of your hair to the soles of your feet, Hanma Shuji desires to have you forever no matter what it takes. So, when you decided to agree to become his girlfriend after two months of going back and forth, Hanma felt like he was on cloud nine. And he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, quick to claim what is his without any qualms. It was the least he could have after enduring days of you completely snubbing him or having him wait around. Not that he could blame you though. Of course, you’d be wary to let someone like him into your life.

Especially when it’s a man who strayed from commitment for so long. Breaking his own law for you—the sudden sweet rainfall in the middle of a hot summer day that was always constant in his world.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Anyone who’d merely hear your boyfriend cooing would think he was doing it out of concern. Perhaps a book fell on top of you or a splinter made its way into your finger from the old wooden bookshelves. But no, the bastard was a sadist—mirth in his eyes while pinning your flustered self against the wall, inner thighs wet with your juices. The panty you wore was damp with slick too, almost sliding further down onto the floor. The book you were searching for haphazardly kicked to the side, the sight of it would have made any bookworm cringe or perhaps even scold you two. Much more to see a couple using the library as a spot to frolic. Still, Hanma didn’t care.

He never does, loving the thrill of having sex or just touching you indecently where anyone can see if they try through his towering frame. Why? The answer was quite simple and you wished you knew before you let him pull down your skirt to finger you here in the somehow private part of the library.

“Wanna cum?” Pumping two of his digits into your wet pussy, lips in a smirk at your attempts to muffle your moans that could’ve slipped past if you didn’t try hard enough. The hand sin definitely driving you insane. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, grinding slightly while cooing. If his other hand, punishment, was wrapped around your neck, you were quite sure you would’ve squirted all over the floor and screamed. The idea of abandoning shame and being fucked by Hanma like an animal was tantalizing. “Go on, babe. Cum for me, yeah? Wanna cum so bad? I know you do.” Chuckling at the small mewl you let out, your cocky boyfriend was quick to slow down his pumping that earned an impatient groan from you. He clicked his tongue. “Don’t want you to cum on my fingers—want you to cream around my cock like the cockslut you are. Should train this slutty cunt of yours, mhm? Taking my dick almost every day it’s a surprise you still whining how it doesn’t fit.”

That’s because you’re so fucking huge, asshole!

“S-Shuji… wanna cum ‘s bad! P-please.” Tears pooled around your eyes, threatening to roll down your hot cheeks as he resumed the rapid thrusting of his long digits that you swore you felt them brush against your cervix. How long is he going to keep you on the edge? For sure you would start sobbing aloud if he prevented you from cumming again, having been commanded not to unless he told you so. But for how long? “Please, Shuji—can’t t-take it any longer. F-fuck, please let me cum! Shit.”

Should’ve known Hanma Shuji was a fucking sadist who had a penchant for hardcore thrills. However, it was his daring character that had you continuously on your toes, especially in the throes of lust. Never had you ever experienced boredom with your boyfriend and he, too, felt the same way. His thirst for an enjoyable time was equal to his appetite for sex. Fucking your cunt like he was going to put a baby in you every time.

“Nhngh!”

He never thought the good girl was such a whore for his cock and only his. There was no need to corrupt you or bend you to his ways when you would readily do so at the sight of his dick sticking out. Drunk on his touches and love that he wasn’t shy to show to the universe. Not even to your parents, who invited him for dinner after months of scrutinizing him. Blissfully sitting on the living room couch, unaware he had you on your knees by the garden, the moonlight guiding his illicit actions.

“Open that mouth fuckin’ wide, my slut.” Punishment pulling your hair, keeping your head up while sin pumped his long veiny cock, the tip furiously red as it spurted out another load onto your face. Some landing on your lips and tongue. Seeing his milky substance coating your face and some sticking to your lashes was his favorite sight other than seeing your pussy leaking with his semen. “You like this, huh? Love kneeling for me and having your mouth used like a fleshlight… Do your parents know they have a slut for a daughter?”

“S-Shuji…”

Or even when he had you keening on one of the park’s benches, in the middle of the night. Legs shaking and littered with goosebumps as you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning like a wild animal in heat. His cum running down your thighs and staining the seat. Puffs of air coming from your parted lips materialize in the cold atmosphere. The soft ah's egging him on to piston his hips at a rapid pace that had you close to sobbing out for him to slow down. But there is no way he would. The skirt you wore lying on the ground next to Hanma’s right foot. Plump pussy folds parting for his cock like a hot knife through butter, damn wet for him to easily slide in and out. Never had you complained whenever he wanted to fuck your cunt any time, anywhere, or have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His perfect sweet little girlfriend.

“Shu—fuck, someone might see!”

“Good.” Slapping your left butt cheek, Hanma chuckled at the broken whine you elicited. “Have them see my whore. All mine to fuck, to keep—my fucking pet. Isn’t that what you want? Your sick fantasy to be seen like this?” Dealing another slap to your ass, your boyfriend groaned at your gummy walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Ready to give you another load of his thick fertile cum.

“N-no, I don’t want anyone—ah! Holy shit, r-right fucking there!”

Hanma Shuji aimed to please, surprisingly. Though he wasn’t one who would bend nor bow to anyone, especially against his will, he was shockingly kind behind closed doors. Taking off the tough mask he wore like a second skin to guard himself from anyone who wished to lay their filthy hands on him. But with you, Hanma was almost like a tamed lion.

Almost, that is.

Those escapades to the most secretive spot or barely just private might have stayed to the minimum number in a month if Hanma didn’t take you to see his parents—rather, his whole family one evening during a party. What’s even more shocking than to see him appearing all pristine and dashing while pulling up to your apartment in a silver Bentley Mulliner Bacalar was when you figured out he was more well-off than he portrayed himself to be at the university. The rough Hanma Shuji you knew was nowhere to be found, replaced with a well-mannered man who wore expensive glasses and his hair neatly styled.

Carnal images of taking that suit off of him and messing up his hair plagued your mind while staying by his side the entire time, shooting smiles at the strangers who were kind enough to greet you. Either that or they just wanted to please your boyfriend.

But that failed to distract you from the millions of inquiries that raced across your mind while entering the ballroom where the majority of the guests were. Easily feeling quite small and underdressed in such a crowd of glitter and gold.

“Shuji.”

Pulling your hand to clasp around his, Hanma whispered into your ear. Never did the plastered smile falter in the face of his family’s guests. “I know, I know. I have a lot to explain about all this—just enjoy the party for now, ‘kay? I’ll answer all your questions and whatever after. Could you do that for me, pretty?”

A nod was all you gave, not wishing to be a burden on such a glamorous event.

Yeah, waiting will be fine… He did say he’ll answer any question afterward.

“This is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Hand steady on your back, Hanma proudly grinned at his parents as if he was presenting a rare jewel he found. The same feeling began to spread across your chest, beaming at the pair. “I’d like you to meet my parents, babe.”

They immediately shook your hand, welcoming you. However, you didn’t miss the lingering stares or the way his mother’s eyes widened at the introduction. As if they weren't expecting this to happen at all. For a moment, you thought it was because Hanma was never the type to stick to one girl or they were used to seeing their son with a different girl every other day. Until you came along. Still, the staring never ceased and the hushed whispers may not be audible, but they were alarmingly inducing anxiety into your system. Enough to turn back at those whom you spoke to see if they were jumping onto the person beside them to gossip.

Then, just before you could bid farewell to Hanma’s parents for inviting you, quite ready to leave and just sleep back at your apartment, the women giggling past you were hard to ignore. Especially when their topic was Hanma, you, and some other girl.

“I thought he was supposed to marry that rich heiress his parents liked?”

“I thought so, too! They were engaged, after all.”

“Maybe she isn’t really his girlfriend. ‘Ya know, just another girl to have fun with—”

“Shh! Someone might hear you.”

It was to no one’s surprise that you refused to open the front door for your impatient boyfriend the next day. Keeping the door shut while standing beside it, listening to Hanma’s pleas to let him in and just explain. Demanding what was keeping you from opening it to what he did wrong. Mind now in a battle whether to have Hanma enter or to say outside. Paying no heed to your eyes glossy with unshed tears while holding on to the television remote like it was an object that could anchor you through this sudden twist of events.

He was engaged the whole time?

“Babe? I know you’re inside. Please, talk to me.”

Am I… the other woman? Hanma made me the fucking other woman? Have I been naive enough to let him do this to me?

“Baby, listen to me… Whatever you heard at the party, I’ll tell you the fuckin’ truth. Anything, fuck—just please… Please give me a chance to explain.” Voice beginning to sound hoarse from trying to reach you, to appeal to you muddled mind, Hanma rested his head against the wooden surface and sighed. “If you heard about that stupid engagement, that was years ago—it was already broken off. Baby, I’d never lie to you. Just please know this.”

To give him the benefit of the doubt was what you did, opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. The relief in his body radiating strongly as he immediately embraced you, whispering words of gratitude and that he’ll explain.

And he did, leaving out no tiny detail from his rich family, the arranged engagement and fighting off his parents’ wishes for him to settle down with the heiress they meticulously picked out for their beloved son. The way he dressed and acted on campus was a way to protest. Because no elite family would want their daughter to marry a guy acting like he lived on the streets all his life. And that he was an independent man and if he wanted to get married, he’ll be the one to chose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with. Not his family or anyone for that matter. Hanma benefited greatly from this rebellion—being able to do whatever he wanted which led him to meeting you.

His pretty angel.

He’d be damned in eternal suffering if he doesn’t clip your wings soon enough.

Lips parting almost the entire time while listening to Hanma out of astonishment, you swallowed hard and hoped your ears were deceiving you when Hanma brought up the topic of marriage. Particularly, between you two. You, who barely saw what the world had to offer and haven’t even finished your degree, becoming his pretty wife. The mother to his future children that may inherit his family fortune. And him, as your loving husband.

“Wouldn’t that be a great sight?” Hanma laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to rub against your shoulder that was stiff under his warm palm. “Just imagine it, babe. If we get married, my parents will finally shut up about me marrying that heiress. What do ‘ya say?”

To say you were fucking spooked was an understatement.

“W-what are you sayin’? You wanna get married—Shuji, we haven’t even graduated yet. Plus, we’ve been only dating for months!” Hugging yourself, you shot him with an uncertained expression. Unsure where this conversation was head. “Aren’t we… moving too fast? I mean, we can get married but what if we suddenly start disliking one another afterward? I think it’s best if we just take it slow, yeah?”

Golden irises dripping with hidden malice under the guise of good intentions, Hanma stayed silent, a barely there smile on his features, while listening to you ranting. His tattooed hands inching closer to massage your back, to have you stop and just relax. There was no way you’d listen to his reason in such a panicked state. Why weren’t you as ecstatic like he figured you would be? Weren’t you just distraught at the mention of him engaged to another woman minutes ago?

Wouldn’t the chance of marrying Hanma Shuji be such a great thing to achieve? Better than any shitty diploma or recognition?

“Yeah, we can do that. Slow…”

If he somehow told you his parents didn’t approve of you marrying him, would you have answered his question differently? Hanma wished he knew. Yet, either way, he wouldn’t stop there just because you weren’t ready or his parents were complete idiots to see how much you mean to their precious son. Oh no, Hanma Shuji always—fucking always—gets what he wants. And that is to have you on all fours on his king sized bed, no fucks given whether his family could hear or the household helpers would have to clean the mess up after he was done breeding you. The expensive sheets and mattress soaked with your fluids that Hanma could taste forever without getting tired of. Creaking of the bed and your choked sobs filling his three thousand square feet bedroom the epitome of splendid music that rivaled Beethoven’s masterpieces.

Every piece of furniture graced with your touch, scent, and slick. But only Hanma Shuji gets to mark your skin, from hickeys to his milky cum painting your pussy folds, ass, face and lower back. Your whole being spread out for him, leaving no flesh unkissed by his lips, put any famous artwork to shame. The golden necklace he recently got you is the mere item he let you wore since arriving in the estate. No clothes accessible for you to be able to leave. And even as you protest for him to slow down, that you had to go back home after two days without leaving this room—seeing Hanma and him alone since then, your boyfriend would merely sigh. Good thing he could easily forgive you for complaining.

“Why leave?” A hard thrust had you keening, fingers digging into the silk sheets damp with both of your body substances. “Don’t ‘ya like it here, babe?” Pulling out to deliver another mind-numbing thrust, Hanma laughed at your fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with your tongue lolled out. Perked nipples slightly swollen after being sucked or pinched. His hand, sin, rubbing your stomach ever so lovingly to keep you grounded. “Don’t ‘ya like—ah—staying here while I fuck this pussy of mine silly?”

“Shwujii… ‘s too mwuch!”

“Nah, I know ‘ya, baby.” Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up to have your back against his chest. His hips resuming their pounding thrusts, having you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your ass cheeks jiggled each time they met his pelvis. The previous load his shot into your twitching cunt oozing out and forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Hanma’s dick so sensitive, he’d be shooting blanks soon. But he gave no fucks about that. For as long as he could ensure he’ll knock you up with his child, going as far to tamper your pills and mess with your period tracker, Hanma knew he was on the path to victory once more. No way his parents are gonna turn their backs on you once you are pregnant with their grandchild. “You can take one more, right? Gonna let me cum again inside this good pussy? Know you would.”

Shaking under his hold, you sobbed out his name when you felt him still. Hanma’s throbbing cock spurting out fertile semen directly into your womb while your whole body fell apart at the shattering ascend to your high for the nth time that day.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl ♡.”

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inktheblot · 2 years

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I love the idea of Rodimus as the Thirteenth Prime/the Arisen, but not necessarily so much in the "he's the One True Chosen One" sense or even the "he is/will be a better Leader Of The Autobots™️ than Optimus" sense. I like him and Optimus having opposite but not opposing arcs, with Optimus as a very normal, humble guy who just wanted to do good, who ended up with more power than he would have ever intentionally set out for on his shoulders, put on a godlike pedestal with responsibility and struggling to maintain that image for the sake of his people... in contrast with Rodimus as someone who was once born/created "godly", and retains a fiery (🥁) ambition and a desire to lead and to be admired, but the wisdom he gains in maturity does not bring him to claim the full gravity of his birthright, but to know himself well enough to reject it for his own well-being and to focus on doing good on a smaller scale. (And then yet another comparison could be drawn against Megatron, designated to be far below average social standing, then clawing himself upward under the name of a fallen god, believing first that he deserved to be on equal terms with his fellow mortals and then that he ought to be above them.)

In this theoretical story we deconstruct the idea of the "chosen one" from multiple fronts: a) any average person could rise to that station, the things that make one "worthy" are not divinely given but things that they had in them all along, or could grow on their own to have, that any "normal, mortal" person is capable of having; b) the actual "divine" or "chosen" are not infallible, and also not incapable of change or resigned to fate; and c) on the whole, it's not good for anybody. See also: destiny is not more important, more powerful, or more set in stone than the will of the individual. I'd also want to tie in another smaller thematic note that ambition, self-confidence, and hedonism are not inherently more wrong, evil, immature, etc. than humility, modesty, and sacrifice; nor is one "side" or the other inherently the mark of a "good" or "bad" person or leader. There are a lot of other factors that weigh in there. Insert "traits are just traits, what makes them positive or negative is circumstance" post here. (The same going for Primus and Unicron themselves; both order and chaos can be taken to evil extremes, and each needs the other to some degree to be truly good and balanced.)

Pulling bits and pieces from multiple continuities, I've sort of developed my own lore around the concept, wherein Primus and Unicron created together the first twelve Primes with a specific purpose or talent or niche in mind for each of them, but the very incarnation of Chaos being part of this primordial recipe meant there were results that even they didn't expect. A thirteenth Prime was born, rising as if of his own free will, and unlike his "older siblings", he had no predetermined domain or station. Prima was to be the leader; Alpha Trion the knowledge-keeper, Vector the time-keeper; Nexus the first combiner, Onyx the first beastformer; Solus, invention, Megatronus, entropy; on and on down the line... but what -- or who -- was Rodimus?

To the other fledgling Cybertronians, he seems a troublemaker, a nuisance, a punk. Some might want to try to help guide him, while others might actively look down on their "little brother" for choosing to crack jokes and surf meteors instead of finding something productive to contribute to the world. The fact that he doesn't seem to be meant for anything or fit in with anyone does get him down sometimes, but on the whole life is all right...

...Until it isn't, until the balance of the universe shifts in favor of chaos, bringing about the era where Unicron is cast to the far reaches of the galaxy, Primus retreats exhaustedly to the core of Cybertron, and the Primes succumb to sibling fallout on a cosmic scale. And it's here that the weight of Rodimus' predicament catches up to him. All of the other Primes had some special skill, or some unique strength they could call upon in battle, or something that they did for the world, things that were necessary even if they could be taken to dark extremes. But what did he bring to the table? What did he do? And hell, did he even want to "do" anything? Sure, he wants something that he's good at, something people would look up to him for, something that gives his existence meaning... but all that responsibility? Give up cruising the stars and chasing whatever whim came over him for being a boring figurehead? That didn't sound fun or fulfilling at all. The pressure to "Just Be More Like A Prime" was real, even though his "parents" were no longer present and several of his elder siblings had perished, been consumed with their infighting, or gone elsewhere, by this point (demigods, amiright) -- or perhaps because of all that. But it just... wasn't for him. He grows aimless, depressed, irritable. Eventually he resigns himself to frag it, there's nothing for me here, and returns his spark to the Well. Maybe in another life he'd find what he's really meant for...

(Whether he actively intends to come back or was fine with offing himself permanently but Fate Had Other Plans™ depends altogether on how angsty I feel at any given moment.)

Ages, eons pass. Details regarding the Thirteen, what sort of mortal or divine power they had, if they existed at all or were merely the stuff of myth, even the name of the last Prime are lost to time (and/or active government meddling, historical erasure/revisionism). Only one appointed Prime reigns at a time now, with the Matrix of Leadership, the nature of which is also debated, among other theological ideas -- such as whether "the Arisen" will ever return, perhaps as a savior when Cybertron needs him most.

This new societal model is also not permanently sustainable, much as those in power might want or believe it to function as a perfect machine, and thus we arrive at the Autobot/Decepticon conflict and the rise of Optimus Prime, with some wondering in hushed whispers if he is the prophesied light in the darkest hour... but though undoubtedly a heroic figure, and the most just and deserving Prime in many millennia, he is not one of the originals.

Now we know how this part goes: a headstrong, impatient, turbo-revving, adrenaline-seeking... but brave, earnest, genuine, and truly-good-at-heart Autobot receives the Matrix of Leadership, and Rodimus Prime arises to lead his people. (The details of the war's climactic end could have one of two flavors here, depending on if you prefer Planet-Eater Unicron or Buried-In-Earth Unicron. Either way, the resolution is based in Autobots and Decepticons uniting against a common threat. If the latter, humans are more directly involved as well: Primus and Unicron's progeny finally coming together again, the balance of order and chaos restored.)

Once the dust has settled, Rodimus realizes that even his promotion, and its accompaniment, the restoration of the memories of his past life, haven't alleviated the restlessness he'd felt even in his mortal, untethered-by-godly-expectations form. In theory, he has everything he ever wanted: the war is over, in no small part thanks to him -- he was in charge of something serious, likely risked everything on a gut feeling, and it turned out well; he's made close friends and earned the respect of his people as a whole; he's got the most revered artifact in their entire history inside him, telling him directly, Hey, that purpose you were looking for? Here it is! This is what you were meant to do! He could very well keep the Matrix, keep his position, declare himself Supreme Leader Ad Infinitum and set the course for the future of the planet or whatever else. But he doesn't.

With both Cybertron and Earth, Primus and Unicron at rest, Rodimus casts the Matrix back into the Well of All Sparks for good, and sets off with whoever will join him to explore the universe, to do good recklessly, to choose their own destiny or lack thereof, to help whoever they can along the way, and have a hell of a good time doing it. To just live! He's not the general or politician Optimus was, or the revered figure his sibling Primes were, and that's fine. He doesn't need a purpose or a Function. His fire, his energy, his refusal to settle and his lack of limits, was just as much a strength as the hindrance he (and others) might have seen it as, and what saved everyone in the end. And though he was worthy of that leadership, of that greatness -- and any number of others, 'Bot or 'Con or anything in between could have been -- now nobody has to be. Everyone can exist on their own terms, with order and chaos in balance. The thing he symbolized as the Thirteenth of the Original Primes, the thing he gave to Cybertron and its people, the thing that separated the Transformers from mindless manufactured robots, was free will -- and fun.

As a bonus, there's also yet another potential direction I have for this concept, where we lean even further into Earth-Unicron and have him, in a way, take back cosmic "custody" of his last wayward child and have Rodimus reborn as a human instead of as a Cybertronian. His life likely isn't super easy considering the things he has difficulty with regardless as well as uniquely human prejudices, and he's definitely a Weird Guy, but he's still a Normal-Human-Levels-Of-Weird type of Weird Guy. That is, until the Autobots come to Earth, and he inevitably fits in better with them than his human peers, and the prophesied planetary alignment awakens Unicron, and the planet is hanging between two energies that haven't been seen together for millions of years, the resonance of Primus and the Thirteen in the Matrix of Leadership, and Chaos Himself in the core, both of these forces fighting for possession of one human body, things that he shouldn't possibly know or understand falling into place, phantom sensations and ancient memories flooding back, Arise, Rodimus Prime --

The big crisis gets resolved, the Earth is safe, everyone gets back in their own bodies, the war ends, but Roddy is still left with an existential crisis. What is he now? Again, he wanted some kind of purpose and meaning in his life, he wasn't finding success with much before, he wants people to think he's cool and important, and being some type of Sailor Moon reborn demigod space prince with powers is neat in theory but once again, who wants to be in charge of all of that? Who wants the whole universe looking at you just waiting for you to fuck up? (Did he already completely fuck up, considering he might have been the galaxy's first-ever unplanned child and then subsequently the galaxy's first-ever suicide?) Being an interstellar diplomat might give him purpose, sure, but just as what he can be for for other people, not as what it means to just be him.

And again the eventual conclusion, the grand lesson, is once again to say Screw Destiny, screw anyone who claims that where you came from or what other people prescribe to you defines your purpose -- and screw having One, Singular Purpose! In truth Rodimus as he is now isn't suddenly any less human because he found out about his past life (even if there might be other "tells" that something in him is Irreversibly Changed by this experience because what can I say, I'm a sucker for that shit). And the point of being human is... well, there is no point, and that's good actually. All of the things that cast him in a disparaging light before, hedonistic and thrill-seeking tendencies, inability to stay settled in one place or on one goal, prioritizing his own well-being and fun... none of those are inherently Bad Things. Maybe they're actually what life -- or at least his life -- is all about! He was never doing anything wrong. The people around him, whether Cybertronian or Earthling, dictating ill-fitting roles and labeling him as a problem before he was even fully formed... that's what wasn't right.

Sure, he's not perfect, he's had his moments, his mistakes, he can absolutely be a jackass, but there's a difference between growing as a person in a necessary and valuable way... and having to mask your nature and give up what largely harmless things about being alive feel good for you for the made-up ideals of people who don't understand you and systems made to control you. Even Unicron, chaos incarnate, was still using him, still playing the role of the parent who thinks they understand and thinks they know best but never bothered to know you. But now he's found the right people: the 'Bots, and, I hope, through all this, some human friends too (an assortment of human characters from other TF stories?). Despite his self-centered ways, which he learns to balance, he does care about people. He still wants to do the right thing, to guide and protect people, to love and to be loved, to be a respected and admired friend and leader, but in his own way. None of those things have to be at odds, and none of them are wrong to want.

When he has the time and foundation under him to do so, this version of him ought to go on a Grand Quest too, if on a smaller, Earthen scale. I picture Rodimus and his human pals riding along with a Cybertronian who also stays back on Earth (I'd say probably Bumblebee), traveling the world, looking for whatever looks like a good time and/or an opportunity to spread kindness (and anarchy).

Bonus bonus, some sort of epilogue where sometime down the line Primus projects some kind of human avatar -- think holoform Rung -- down to Earth to see what the fuck his space husband counterpart has been up to on his own planet, to see the value in chaos left to grow on its own, to start to actively communicate and make amends. Eventually Roddy and Co. run into him, and when they realize what's going on it's like, my dude, Earth isn't just something you look at, Earth is something you do. If your whole experience is just looking at a little bit of the pretty scenery... sure, that's nice and all, but you're not gonna get the whole picture, you're not really gonna understand what has been made here, what it means to be part of this world.

Triple extra bonus, this human Rodimus is trans, and that experience of inventing himself, through a lens of gender identity specific to his modern life on Earth, is representative of uniting his humanity and his divinity. They -- just as order and chaos, just as love of others and love of the self -- were never mutually exclusive. 💙🔥

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jihyuncompass · 3 years

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I saw your post about being low on inspo. This is a nsfw idea so I'm giving a heads up lol.

Sub Marius calling MC mistress/master in a needy voice to atone for his past teasings (cue missy) is a concept that drives me crazy from the day I downloaded the game.

Ohoho this idea. This idea. My god.

An Eye for an Eye

Marius x MC

Word Count: 3.2k

NSFW. Only read if 18+. Details under the cut.

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, Dom/Sub dynamics, mastrubation, blowjob, AFAB reader

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He could have seen this coming, he should have seen this coming. Marius’s eyes followed her as she approached him. She had that look in her eyes, the one that never failed to send his mind into overdrive. He tried not to let his excitement show, he didn’t want to spoil the fun.

Shifting in his seat Marius leaned against the back of the plush chair. His heart rate was starting to pick up, anticipation building up in his body. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to keep it together.

“Marius.” She said in a sweet and low tone. She leaned over him, lifting his chin up with her fingers. Forcing him to meet her darkening gaze, sending a thrill down his spine. Marius leaned forward a bit, trying to get closer to her.

“Yes missy?” He responded, voice matching her’s. He kept his focus on her.

She got closer to him, heat radiating off of her body. “You know you’ve been quite the troublemaker today.”

“Have I?” Marius said.

She hummed and let the light grip on his hair tighten. Without thinking Marius moved closer to her. “You have. Your teasing has been particularly incessant today.” She explained to him. Marius let a small smirk slip by.

“Aw, but missy.” Marius started. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.” He explained.

His teasing today had been purposeful as usual. He enjoyed watching her get so flustered. Watching her face turn red and leave her huffing at him. Maybe it was silly and childish. Like a boy tugging on a girl’s pigtails because he likes her. There was just something about the attention that made him excited.

There was of course another benefit to this behavior. A benefit he had a feeling he was going to see soon enough.

“You can’t help yourself?” She brought his head closer to her. “You really have so little self control?” He smiled again and tried to reach for her hips, purposefully brushing his fingers against the hem of her top.

“Maybe I don’t.” Marius said, trying to get closer to her. He stared into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts. He knew what he wanted from this, he searched in her eyes, hopefully she wanted the same thing too.

He reached forward and kissed her, he lifted one hand to rest on her shoulder. She kissed him back. The hand in his hair moved down to cup his cheek. Being this close to her, getting to feel her lips against the warmth and closeness of her body. It was turning his mind to mush, all he could think of was her.

As she pulled away from the kiss she met his eyes again. He smiled at her, trying to pull her back in. Still she kept herself just a few inches away from his face.

She straightened her back and stood up straight. Marius stared at her silently as she looked down at him, down to where he was already starting to strain against his pants.

“What’s got you so excited Marius?” She teased. Redness bloomed across his cheeks, he averted his gaze. She gently grabbed her chin and turned it so he’d meet her eyes again. “Is there something you want?”

Yes. He wanted to say, he wanted to beg her for what he wanted. Still he held himself together, holding onto his resolve. He leaned forward to get closer to her, resting his hands on her hips, trying to bring her closer.

Her hand moved from his chin to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed against the flush, quickly spreading across his face. “Use your words sweetheart.” She told him.

“You know what I want.” He said. Making sure his tone got across exactly what was on his mind. She brushed her thumb across his cheek again, her smile sweet against her dark gaze.

“Do you really think I’m going to reward you after all your teasing today?” She said. Marius got himself off of the chair and got down onto his knees in front of her, eyes looking up at her, wide and begging.

“Please.” He started, letting his teasing and bratty facade slip away. Letting the vulnerable neediness show through in his face. “Please mistress.” The words slipped through his lips without much of a thought. Her eyes briefly widened in shock as she took a sharp breath.

After another moment the shock disappeared from her face, being replaced with a teasing gaze that seemed almost eerily similar to his own. “I guess I could give you a little something.” She said, using one hand to push his hair away from his eyes. Lightly pulling on the strands as she did. Letting go of his hair she walked past him, taking a seat in the chair Marius had previously been sitting in. On his knees he turned to face her again.

She made herself comfortable, eyes never leaving him. Resting her chin on her hand she gave him his first instruction.

“Take your clothes off for me.” She told him. He nodded, quickly shedding his jacket and throwing it away from himself, he continued with his shirt, tossing it right next to his jacket. Leaving his chest completely bare for her. The way she was smiling at him gave him the encouragement he needed to reach down and unbuckle his belt, pushing the rest of his clothing down past his thighs and after some maneuvering off of his body.

Completely exposed, she took him all in. The redness in his face that was quickly spreading down his neck, his once neat hair now wild from her hands in it. In his eyes she saw that needy intensity he always seemed to get during times like this. Her eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen, finally stopping to admire his fully erect cock. Already red with precum glistening at the tip.

Letting a smile slip through she lifted her gaze back to his face. “Now, are you going to be good for me?” She asked him, raising her brow at him. Marius nodded, stopping when her gaze towards him turned sharper.

“Yes.” He said.

“Yes what?”

Marius’s face burned but he looked into her eyes as he spoke again. “Yes mistress.” She didn’t fight the smile on her face. He looked so beautiful like this, she wished she had his painting skills so she could capture this moment. Instead she tried to take a mental image of him like this, trying to take in every detail.

“Good boy.” She said. “Touch yourself for me, that way you like it.”

Marius didn’t need to be told twice. He swiftly wrapped his fingers around his shaft, and started to stroke himself. Using his thumb to spread the accumulated precum down his shaft to make the motion. A shaky breath escaped his throat, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling quickly spreading through his body. Even without looking at her he could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move and every heavy breath.

With each jerk of his wrist another wave of pleasure went through his body. Steadily taking over his body and making his mind hazy. He couldn’t have even cared if he was being loud or if his knees ached from his position on the floor. All he could care about right now was how good it felt.

His breaths were heavy with moans, the occasional whine escaping in between. That sound was like the sweetest music to her ears. Trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs she never let her eyes leave him. A small voice in her head was saying she should take over for him, let her be the one to do the work.

Later. She told herself, this image was far too enjoyable for right now. Without him even speaking a word she could see how close he was getting, how ragged his breaths and moans were becoming, how fast his hand moved as he stroked himself. He was getting close, so close, it could be any second now.

“Stop.” She instructed. Her voice broke him out of his haze, his hand stopped. His chest heaved as he opened his eyes to glance up at her. Smiling down at him with a sweetly sadistic smile.

“Why-” She cut him off before he could even finish the word. Grabbing a handful of hair she pulled his hair to make him look up at her.

“I never said this was a reward.” She said. Marius opened his mouth to speak again but the tighter grip on his hair stopped him before he could even make a sound. “You don’t interrupt your mistress.” She chastised.

His face fell into a pout. He tried to give her the best begging eyes he could, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

“I’m sorry mistress.” He said. She released her grip on his hair, gently rubbing the spot to soothe the aching strands.

“That’s right.” Her hand travelled down to cup his cheek, letting him lean into her hand. “You know Marius, you can behave so well when you choose to.” She admired how he sought out her touch, how desperately he wanted her.

She lingered for a few moments longer before pulling away her hand. Marius looked calmer, which is what she had been aiming for. As her hand pulled away his eyes went back up towards her. Awaiting her next words like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“You can touch yourself again, harder this time.” She told him. He smiled and nodded.

“Yes mistress, thank you mistress.” He said. He returned his attention to his throbbing erection, only needing a few quick strokes to get back to that state of pleasure he’d been in before. Mind filled with nothing but heat and intense sensation. Doing it just as she said he made sure his movements were faster and more intense. Each second made him lose control a little bit more than before.

“Does that feel good, baby?” She asked him, her hand tracing patterns into his shoulder. He nodded furiously. “You’re doing a very good job.” Even with his eyes squeezed closed he felt the way she was watching him still.

Each motion was getting more intense, he could feel that familiar pressure starting to build up. Just a little more like this, just a little bit more, just a little-

“Stop.” She said. He cried out as he let go of himself, looking up at her again. The pressure inside him already starting to decrease. “You were close weren’t you?” He nodded but she didn’t find that answer satisfactory. “Remember baby, use your words.”

Swallowing a lump in his throat he struggled to speak above a whisper. “Yes, I was close.”

This was all on purpose, Marius knew that. She was going to force him to edge himself until she determined when he could finish. She could do this for hours if she so wished. The very thought of that brought tears to his eyes. His cock was already throbbing painfully, his whole body shaking with need.

Running her hands over his shoulders and rubbing his back she soothed him, but with every one of his nerves lit up even the smallest of touches was making him ache. He rested his head against her leg. Burying his face against her thigh.

“You know what’s happening sweetheart.” She said. “You’ve teased me all day with your jokes and comments. So now I’m teasing you.”

He didn’t see how the two could even be equivalent, but he didn’t question her. He did want to finish at some point after all, and any smart remark would earn him another failed finish.

Pushing his sweat soaked hair away from his eyes she made sure that he met her eyes. As sweet as her face was, her eyes were filled with her own pleasure seeing him like this. So needy and begging.

“Can you keep going?” She asked him softly. Breaking out of the sweet but sadistic tone she’d been using before. “Are you okay Marius?”

Taking a breath to pull himself together he nodded. “I’m okay. I wanna keep going.”

She nodded back. Leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then returning to her previous posture. “Sit up straight baby, keep your eyes on me.”

Although he moved slowly he straightened his back and repositioned his knees on the floor. He was probably going to have bruises there by the end of this, she thought. She’d make sure to take care of that later.

“You know what I’m going to tell you don’t you?” She asked. He nodded, she smiled at his understanding. “Very good. You’ve been listening well.” Marius blushed at her compliment, somehow becoming even redder than he already was. “Go ahead, you have my permission to get back to it.”

Just like the two times before he held his shaft in his hand, he was getting so sensitive now. Even just the act of wrapping his fingers around himself sent a shiver throughout his whole body. Still he moved his hand up and down, just as before.

The cycle continued again. He’d stroke himself to the point of near completion before she’d tell him to stop before letting him continue again once he’d come down from the edge. With each cycle the time it would take for him to get close to finishing was getting shorter and shorter.

She kept a mentally tally in her head of how many times she’d made him do this. This wasn’t the first time she’d edged him, but this was the first time he’d managed to go so many cycles. In the past she’d managed maybe two or three rounds at most before he’d beg for her to let him be done. This time he had already broken his previous record. Despite that though, he was getting close to the end of his rope.

“Stop.” She told him after another round. Marius cried out, tears filling his eyes, she could see how his body was starting to shake with oversensitivity. Marius leaned forward to rest against her knee, eyes closed with a growing exhaustion. She wiped one of the tears from his eyes, her other hand massaging his back and shoulders to help him relax.

In this state he was so far from the Marius she’d seen this morning. How he’d teased her with a confident air around him, a smirk on his lips that made her question if she should punch him or kiss him. Now he was on his knees, holding her leg for support, completely at her mercy.

“Good boy Marius.” She said. “You’ve been so good.” He weakly lifted his head to look at her. She smiled at him, all sweetness this time. “I think you’ve atoned for your teasing earlier today.” His head perked up, was she saying what he thought she was saying?

His voice was getting weak but he spoke nonetheless. “Yes mistress.”

“I think you’ve earned your reward. Do you think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes, please mistress.” She leaned forward in her seat.

“Come up here, take my seat.” Standing up she helped him stand on his weak knees. Collapsing into the chair Marius watched her as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. The same position he’d been in just moments earlier.

Her hand trailed up his thigh, her fingers gently taking hold of the base of his shaft. He breathed out a moan. Despite his own work her hand always felt a million times better than his could ever.

After a few strokes she opened her mouth to push his tip between her lips. The instant warmth made him moan loudly. Her tongue swirled around the tip, spending a long moment to focus on it before moving her head down to take more of him in. The warm softness of her mouth sent waves of white hot pleasure through him.

Hollowing out her cheeks she took as much of him as she could. Using her hand to hold the rest of his cock she couldn’t quite fit. Just as quickly as she took him in she started to bob her head up and down. Humming as she went down on him, the vibrations sending even more pleasure straight through him.

“Ah-” He gasped. “That’s so good.” He reached down to hold the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going. One of her hands gripped his thigh, her eyes closed in deep concentration.

His mind was growing fuzzy again. There was nothing he could focus on besides the intense pleasure he was feeling. His breaths were labored as he sat there, his moans growing louder and higher in pitch as she forced herself to take more of him.

That overwhelmingly familiar pressure was building again, this time he didn’t try and keep it away. He forced his eyes open to look at her, to focus on her, her lips were getting swollen already, spit and precum making them glisten.

“I’m-” He started, another moan cutting him off. “I’m going to finish mistress I need to I-” He gasped as he felt the pressure inside him explode, his vision went white as he cried loudly. His hold on her head tightened and held her there as he felt himself finish inside her mouth, the way she quietly groaned sending another shock through him.

Removing his hands from her head he pushed his hair out of his face. His entire body was left a weak shaking mess. His chest heaved as he looked down at her. She released his softening cock from her mouth with a wet pop.

She stood up and leaned close to him, making sure he saw some of his cumt that lingered on her lips. Despite his shaking body he leaned forward to kiss her. He didn’t even care that he could taste the bitter fluid. He just needed to kiss her, he needed that more than anything else in the world.

Marius pulled her in to sit on his lap, wanting to keep her close. She broke away from the kiss, holding his face in her hands.

“Was that too much?” She asked him. He shook his head.

“No.” He answered as a whisper. He held her close to him.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay.” He said. She kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry for teasing you so much earlier.”

“You’re not sorry.” She joked. Marius laughed weakly.

“No, I’m not.” He sighed, smiling at her. “You’re okay too?”

“Mmhm.” She nodded. Marius kissed her again, melting against her.

After a few more gentle kisses he pulled away just a few centimeters. “Is it my turn to make you feel good missy?”

She smiled at him and smoothed down his hair. “Let’s rest a bit first. Come on, let’s go to your bedroom, lie down for a bit.” He nodded but hesitated to let go of her. “Marius?”

“Just one more moment.” He said. “Just one more.”

Pressing another kiss to his forehead she obliged. Letting him hold her like she was the whole world, and her holding him back. Like he was the whole universe.

#tears of themis #tot #not for minors #listen i was gonna make this short and simple #but this idea was far too good so i had to go all out #marius von hagen #marius x reader #lu jinghe x reader #lu jinghe #thank you anon for this gift #I had a ton of fun writing this out <3

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