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unnokka · 7 months

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MC Hellfire

Motorcycle Club AU!

Sooo. I couldn't let go of the motorcycle club AU...

(With a/b/o dynamics)

So I decided to write it. Here is the first chapter!

I'm not sure how long this will be, but there is more to come!"

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Steve put on his sneakers before checking the time. Almost 20pm, an hour before his shift would start.

He grabbed his blue work vest and Robin's lunch (which she had once again forgotten) knowing she would be way too hungry to wait after her shift to eat, before heading out the door and calling the elevator.

Inside the elevator he glanced at the mirror adjusting his clothes and hair.

He had chosen a white T-shirt that was slightly shorter, revealing his skin at the waist and jeans that hugged his bottom emphasizing his omega hips even more.

It didn't take long before Steve was standing at the bus stop checking the time. Five more minutes until his bus would arrive.

Steve and Robin didn't live close to the city center, but the journey to the workplace still took 30 minutes with the gas station being a bit further away to cater to travelers.

They had tried to find jobs in the city when they moved to their apartment, but many employers were unwilling to hire both of them and some were sexist assholes not wanting to offer work to an omega.

Steve tried to talk to Robin suggesting that it would be okay for her to take a job as being an beta but Robin firmly refused, saying he wouldn't work for jerks even if the pay were a dream.

So, when the only requirements for the gas station job were being able to count change and prepare simple snacks for travelers, they took the job and started the following week.

Keith, their boss was a bit of a boring beta, except for his occasional political rants of which Steve and Robin had a good laugh.

He quickly trained them both, teaching them how to use the cash register and operate the gas station's fuel pumps, as well as what sandwiches to make and other easy-to-prepare foods.

After a week they hardly saw Keith except on days when they had to refill the gas tanks or order more supplies.

It wasn't a glamorous job, nor did it pay well, but they got by.

Steve could only imagine what his parents would say if they found out their omega son was working in such a dirty and lowly job.

They were already disappointed in him for being a 24 year old unmarried omega who challenged traditional norms and wasn't conventionally feminine enough. Don't get him wrong, Steve didn't hate being an omega but it frustrated him how he was lumped into a generic category.

The bus stopped in front of Steve, interrupting his train of thought.

"Hello, Steve. Is Robin not with you?" the bus driver said as the omega boarded.

"Hi, Bob. She is on the day shift today," he replied smiling and handing the fare to the driver.

Bob was an older beta man who remembered almost all of the passengers by name and enjoyed chatting with them, Robin suspected that the man might be a bit lonely.

Steve walked down the bus aisle, putting on his headphones while looking for a good place to sit.

At the back of the bus there was a group of people talking loudly and laughing making Steve feel uncomfortable, so he decided to sit in the middle section next to another omega.

As the bus continued on its route, it gradually emptied out and when the omega sitting next to him got off too only a few passengers remained, including the noisy group at the back.

A little while later Steve began to yawn softly, but he stopped when he was startled by someone suddenly sitting next to him.

An unfamiliar man whose body language appeared nervous said something with a smile on his face.

Steve sniffed the air detecting the bitter scent of an alpha.

He removed one of his headphones and simply looked back, waiting for the stranger to continue speaking.

"My friends and I are having a party tonight. Would you like to join us, baby?" the alpha said trying to appear self-assured while eyeing Steve's body.

"No thanks" Steve replied simply hoping the alpha sitting next to him would drop the subject.

"C'mon it would be a fun evening.. and a night." the alpha winked suggestively.

"Umm... still no. I have other plans already" the omega responded with a sarcastic smile, Steve always tried to be nice to people but this man was starting to annoy him...

The alpha huffed in annoyance and turned sideways toward Steve, puffing up his shoulders to make himself look bigger.

"Omega I could–" The bus suddenly stopped abruptly, causing Steve to sway and the man to lose his balance crashing into the seat in front.

"Steve! It's your stop!" Bob called out from the driver's seat, turned toward Steve.

The omega glanced around to confirm before turning back to look at the man.

"Excuse me, would you move?" Steve said, staring at the alpha expectantly.

The man grumbled and got up, walking back to his seat. "You're missing out a good date omega."

Steve rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and before exiting called out a thanks and goodbye to Bob.

The end of the journey to work is just a few minutes walk so Steve put his music back on.

The sound of the engine came through his headphones making him glance up, seven motorcycles were speeding toward and past him.

Upon reaching the gas station he checked the parking lot where he saw a few motorcycles, probably the same group that he had encountered on the road meaning there weren't too many customers at the moment, Steve thought.

The omega walked to the back door, which was for employees only and checked his phone while taking off his headphones as he walked inside.

"Hey, Robs! You forgot your lunch again, this is the fifth time in two weeks" Steve called out while still looking at his phone notifications.

"I can't alw-" Brown eyes finally lifted from the phone screen and Steve froze a few steps away from the door which swung closed.

In front of him stood a bewildered man holding a weapon, pointing the barrels toward people on their knees.

Steve dared not move his gaze away from the two men.

"Well well, what do we have here?" The other man recovered from his surprise, and a grin crept across his face.

He turned his weapon toward Steve and approached sniffing the air.

"Oh, could it be a sweet little omega, do you work here honey?" The man asked, glancing at the work vest Steve was wearing.

The omega remained silent, observing every the man.. The man was an alpha had a black eye, a bleeding nose and a slight limp.

He didn't want to provoke the situation and risk getting shot but Steve was ready to defend himself if necessary, preferably he would like to run away.

Steve knew how to defend himself, thanks to the mandatory omega self-defense course but the problem was that alphas were stronger than omegas and betas...

And Steve had been in only one small fight and no gun was involved then...

So he needed to find a way to surprise the man in front of him if the situation called for it.

"Oh, looks like the cat's got his tongue. Jason, check out how adorable and stiff this cutie is" the man laughed and grabbed Steve's face squeezing his cheeks.

The omega jerked his face out of the alpha's grip, prompting the other man to laugh.

"Now, cutie, here's the deal. We need to get rid of a few people, including your co-worker and well now you too because we can't leave any witnesses" the alpha said with an unsettling tone.

The man's words finally made Steve look around anxiously, searching for Robin.

On the floor kneeling with their hands over their heads there were five people in a row, four of them had bruises and they were wearing black vests.

One of them who appeared very pale and in worse condition than the next two that Steve glanced at.

The last man made his heart skip a beat.

The man had messy black curls and a few longer, thin strands were mixed in with his bangs.

Despite a hefty bruise on his chin, he was still incredibly handsome.

His whole body was tense and there was something in his eyes that Steve couldn't quite read. Realizing that he had been staring at the stranger for far too long, he shifted his gaze to the next person.

Robin.

Steve assessed Robin's condition and noticed a red mark on her cheek as if someone had slapped him, which made the omega angry. No one should hurt his only pack member.

"Oh, maybe we should have some fun with him. What do you say, Jason? I know your beta ass could use a bit of an omega" a foul-smelling alpha approached Steve and caressed his cheek.

Steve let the men talk among themselves and made eye contact with Robin, raising an eyebrow slightly as an unspoken question and quickly glancing at the disgusting alpha and another man named Jason.

How many?

Robin glanced at the two men and the door that led to the front of the gas station's cash register area, looked back at Steve and blinked slightly slower than usual three times.

Three. There were three armed men here.

Before Steve could respond to Robin the alpha grabbed him by the neck and began dragging him to the other side of the room. Steve began to resist until he felt something cold pressing against his chin.

"Steve!" Robin panicked.

"Don't resist sweetheart or you'll make this much harder for yourself. Enjoy your last moments" the alpha growled in Steve's ear and he felt his throat tighten.

There was a low growl and then a sound of a gun cocking. "Don't even think about moving" Jason said pointing the gun more precisely at the man on his knees and at Robin.

Steve was pushed against the kitchen counter where small snacks are prepared making him whimper, he was turned around so that omegas upper body is laying on his stomach and ass is on display.

The man placed his weapon on the counter a short distance away from him within arm's reach but in a way that alpha would notice if Steve attempted to take it. And then there is also Jason only a few meters away.

Alpha spoke something to him while at the same time his other hand that wasn't holding him in place touched omegas waist grabbing him by the waist of his pants and started tearing it.

Steve started to panic.

He couldn't hear anything except the pounding of his heart, a ringing in his ears and his shallow breaths.

He needs to do something.

Steve tried to collect his thoughts and looked around as best as he could.

Steve's gaze came to a halt. The coffee maker.

An idea flashed through Steve's mind, and without further thought, Steve began to act.

As hard as he could omega stepped on alpha's toes causing him to release his grip, giving Steve the opportunity to turn around and headbutt the man in the head... not a great idea, Steve thought, but it worked as the man stumbled backward a few steps.

Steve noticed movement behind the man... Jason. He reached behind grabbing a full pot of freshly brewed coffee and tossed it past alpha towards the beta, making him shout as the hot coffee and glass crashed against him.

Knowing he didn't have time to savor the great throw Steve grabbed the first thing he saw, which happened to be the man's gun on the counter and smacked alpha in the head with it, causing him to collapse unconscious on the floor.

Steve looked up and saw that a long-haired man had jumped on beta, hitting him as well and rendering him unconscious

A deep silence fell over the room for a few seconds until the door next to Steve suddenly burst open.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" started the third man, but Steve's reaction was to kick the door hard causing it to slam into the third man's face and making him retreat back into the room.

The handsome man ran out of the door after the third man. For a moment there was some arguing, a few words that couldn't be deciphered and then a gunshot.

And everything fell silent once again.

Steve was still breathing heavily as the man returned to the room.

Three men breathed a sigh of relief and one of them moved over to the injured one, but the tension still lingered and no one dared to break the silence to say anything.

Steve and the handsome man silently stared at each other.

Omega knew he should probably be panicking, especially with a likely dead man on the other side of the door but with adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he remained calm.

Finally tearing his gaze away from the deep hypnotic eyes, Steve glanced around the room.

The walls bore a few bullet holes, items were strewn across the tables, and a cchair was in pieces.

On the floor were two unconscious men, broken glass, spilled coffee and lastly Steve's gaze settled on an open lunchbox, its contents scattered on the floor.

Steve turned to look at the frozen Robin whose face still bore the intensity of the moment.

Robs slowly shifted his gaze from the man's blue eyes who is on the floor to Steve's brown ones.

"I-...I dropped your lunch" Steve said softly, his voice filled with a myriad of emotions.

Robin turned her gaze back to the floor, looking at her lunch.

A small chuckle bubbled up within her. "I don't think I'm hungry anymore" Robin replied in a hushed tone before looking back at Steve and letting out another, slightly more hysterical laugh.

Steve felt the corner of his mouth twitch and eventually he too couldn't contain a laugh, until both of them were laughing together.

"Ookay..." The handsome man began, somewhat puzzled as he watched the two employees giggling..

"Gareth and Jeff, try to patch up Freak's wounds. I'll take these two for some fresh air and call Hopper." The men nodded and began to act grabbing the first aid kit from the gas station's wall.

"Heyy you two. Let's go get some fresh air, yeah? Clear our heads a bit" the handsome man said gently approaching them cautiously, as if they were startled animals... perhaps they were.

Robin got up from the floor and walked over to Steve hugging him tightly before they both turned to look at the approaching man.

Now as the man has gotten closer Steve could smell beneath the adrenaline in the air, the scent of autumn, the forest and a campfire, the warmth that comforted Steve.

Alpha. The handsome man was Alpha and Steve felt a desire to seek safety in this unknown Alpha.

Alpha backed up to the back door and opened it waiting for Steve and Robin to walk out.

They carefully made their way over broken glass and past the unconscious man.

As they reached the door Steve had to resist the urge to touch the handsome man.

Robin and he settled on a small box next to the trash cans while the handsome man stood in front of them.

"I'm going to make a call and you can catch your breath and gather your thoughts before you ask your questions, panic, or do anything. Okay? Okay" Alpha said and moved a bit farther away when he received no response from either of them, taking out his phone.

"What the hell happened Robin?" Steve asked softly, Robin hugging him tightly.

"I-I don't know... It w-was a quiet night, there were few-few members of the motorcycle club members eating and then s-suddenly several bikers came in and started fighting! They had guns! I d-didn't really think an-anything except diving behind the counter to hide and hope for the b-best. Next thing I was forced into the back r-room... S-Steve..." Robin began to cry. "T-they were going to k-kill us! A-all of us! and then you came to work. I forgot! I forgot you were coming to work Steve! he.. he.. th-tehy...The Alpha and Beta.. they wanted to r-ra-..." Robin spoke rapidly in panic.

"Hey hey Robs, w-we're okay. Me, you, we both are okay. Everything is okay. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier and I'm so sorry you had to go through this" Steve replied, comforting her and releasing a calming scent.

"I'm sorry too Steve, and thankfully you weren't here earlier. I don't want to know what could have happened then" she murmured into Steve's shoulder.

The handsome Alpha returned to them ending his call and crouching in front of them.

"I know you want to call the police, but I can't allow that... not yet. My club members will be here soon to take care of the situation discreetly" Alpha said and sighed looking down for a moment.

"I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of a feud between two clubs" he said as he lifted his gaze back up and looked directly into Steve's eyes.

Suddenly, Steve felt like he was way too aware of himself, his rumpled shirt, pants slightly lower than they should be, and that he was trembling and very tired all of a sudden.

"I.. Can we... I don't really know what to say" Steve responded in a whisper, fearing he might break otherwise.

The man smiled slightly at Steve. "You don't have to say anything. We'll take care of everything and you can go home when we're done or call the police after we leave. We might need to clarify few matters before you can leave, so wait here, okay?" Alpha said, kindly but in a way that left no room for negotiation.

Steve and Robin nodded in response.

The man got up.

"And thank you, Steve. You saved all of us" he said before walking back inside.

Beta and Omega remained silent just hugging each other until they began to feel calmer.

"Well, he's strangely nice" Robin said, making Steve chuckle.

"Yeah, he is" Steve agreed.

#steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #MC Hellfire #stranger things #a/b/o dynamics #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson

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wholesomefluffdaddy · 18 days

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 7

Current Moon Phase: Third Quarter 🌗

Enid accompanied me on my way to my therapy session. She stopped outside the door and said she would wait for me. I told her there was no need but she insisted. She then gave a cryptic statement about having something for us to do after. I would have questioned her further but I did not wish to be late. Just as I was about to grab the door handle she pulled me into an unexpected embrace. Admittedly my mind went blank for a moment. This is understandable as I was in the clutches of a quite formidable werewolf.

Just as soon as the embrace began it ended. In my dazed state I mumbled something incoherently before quickly entering. I cannot recall what I said, for I was clearly in a state of fight or flight. I sometimes foolishly forget that my subject of study is an unpredictable apex predator. Had we not been packmates I am most certain she could have mauled me on the spot. That is not to say I wouldn’t have put up a fight, merely that my complacency could easily lead to my undoing.

I was too lost in thought from the unprompted pseudo attack to realize my therapist was waiting for me in the foyer. She asked if I was ‘okay’ and said that I looked ‘panicked.’ I took a moment to regain my composure before assuring her that I was perfectly fine and that I had just survived a sudden ambush from a werewolf. She nodded her head towards the window and asked ‘is that the werewolf?’ I turned around to see Enid waving from the other side. I closed the curtains with haste and made a disapproving remark about her irresponsibly lackadaisical attitude towards her clients’ confidentiality.

She asked if I wanted to invite my ‘friend’ to sit inside to wait for me. My immediate response was ‘no’ but I was once again gripped by the irrational fear of Enid suddenly disappearing. I changed my answer before peeking back through the window. Enid was casually pacing back and forth, likely on guard. I opened the door and extended the offer. She took it up at once, I assume because she could protect her packmate with greater efficacy by being inside the same building. She found a seat and promptly sat down. Pleasantries were exchanged and soon we retreated into the other room while Enid stayed in the foyer.

I inquired as to how well the room in which we conducted our sessions was soundproofed. After I received her assurance I dove into the matter that had been eating away at my sanity for the past two weeks. She seemed surprised but did not interrupt my recollection of the night of the Hunter’s Moon. After I finished my story there was an extended pause. She seemed to be considering her answer, or lack thereof, for a time before she asked why I would be afraid of Enid leaving. What a foolish question. I was almost too incensed to speak. Her expression appeared neutral but I could tell she was most pleased by my strong reaction to such an impertinent question.

I could have ranted and raved for hours as to why Enid’s absence would distress me, not least of which that we were now packmates. She asked me to clarify what ‘packmates’ meant. It felt ridiculous to have to explain that Enid was a werewolf. Was she truly that inattentive or oblivious when I recounted the events of the Hunter’s Moon? I expounded as to how Enid and I were a pack. She asked how many were in our pack. I mentioned that as of present it is just the two of us. She asked if I wanted any more packmates. I said that it was not my decision but Enid’s. She asked how I’d feel if Enid added someone else to our pack.

I could not understand her erratic line of questioning. I came in with a clear problem and asked for a clear solution. Yet we were discussing this. I responded that I didn’t mind who Enid added as long as they were up to my standards and could truly protect Enid. She proceeded with her inane queries, asking who I thought would be a worthy packmate for Enid. I considered the question as I thought of the student population at the academy. I stated no one at present. She asked why I thought I was a good packmate for Enid.

I went on to elucidate my qualifications. She seemed to suddenly recall my whole purpose for being there and asked if I still thought I was a worthy packmate after the incident of the Hunter’s Moon. I was simply dumbfounded by the question. It took me some time to come up with my answer. I was ashamed but I owned up to my own idiocy. Perhaps I was not as meritorious. She asked why I thought Enid kept me as a packmate then. I was suddenly perplexed. Why did Enid decide to keep me as a packmate after my magnificent display of ineptitude that night?

I had no answer other than it was Enid’s choice. She posited that if Enid chose to keep me as a packmate, wouldn’t she also choose to come back if she disappeared? I begrudgingly had to admit her reasoning was logical and I did feel a slight ease in my tension. She suggested I talk to Enid about my fears and allow her to explain her actions to address it as a packmate. I argued that Enid didn’t owe me a solution to my own irrational problems. She posited another query; if Enid had a concern that involved me, would I not like to be informed of it so as to ease her mind? Once again I could find no fault in her logic.

There were but a few minutes left in the session when she asked one follow-up question from earlier. She wanted further clarity on whether being packmates with Enid made me view her as a sister or something else. I would have to go with the latter. I… care for Enid but not in a familial sense. It is best described as like a friend but also not. It is more complex and less easily defined. My ‘homework’ between sessions is to discuss with Enid my irrational fear of her disappearing and what it means for us to be packmates. I said I would consider it. She reminded me that I could call her at any time.

As I left the room and reentered the foyer I saw Enid sitting exactly where I left her. Her eyes lit up like that of a puppy’s as she got to her feet. I had been gone for an hour and yet her demeanor was as if I had been gone for days. For whatever reason I felt compelled to complete the first half of my assigned homework. I took her hands and forced myself to look straight into those cerulean eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat unexpectedly. Enid looked taken aback and a little nervous. I swallowed hard before stating the simple fact that I had developed an irrational and foolish fear of her leaving unexpectedly.

My eyes began to burn, likely from the cool dry air and dust. I blinked a few times as my body began to overcorrect for the dryness. Enid squeezed my hands in response before assuring me she wasn’t about to vanish. I restated that I knew my fear was asinine and unfounded. She shook her head before asking why I didn’t tell her sooner. I repeated my previous answer. I was once again pulled into her arms in a tight vice-like grip. The pressure was admittedly soothing. I returned the gesture, out of common courtesy. There was so much warmth radiating off of her that I wondered how she did not overheat. She smelled of jasmine and vanilla…

She asked if I wanted to go back home to our dorm to talk more. The idea of opening up any further and sharing even more than I already had was overwhelming. I declined before reminding her that she had alluded to an activity after my session. The embrace broke and from within a jacket pocket Enid retrieved two tickets to the local community theatre’s production of “Macbeth.” I had no words but Enid didn’t seem to need them. I let her lead me by the hand back out into the crisp Autumn air.

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday is oblivious #wednesday is soft for enid #wholesomefluffdaddy

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consanguinitatum · 7 months

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David Tennant Audios I'm Trying To Find: Supermarket Zoo

I've been posting a lot about the rare and obscure David Tennant works I've been able to find, or ones he did early in his career, or....you know, pretty much anything weird and wonderful this incredible Scottish thespian ever did, no matter how niche! I spend a lot of time hunting that stuff down and oftentimes - as this story about my journey trying to find his short film, Bite, explains - I manage to score and find what I'm looking for in a big way. But not always. So tonight, dear readers, I'll switch gears and have a rant about talk about something I'm actually trying to FIND. I'll preface all this by saying I believe I'm only missing a few of David's audio works (well, at least the audio works which I know he did.) Sadly, there's no IMDb-like comprehensive source for the entirety of his audio work like there is with his film and television career: the closest thing to this is the BBC Genome Project, which - while remarkable! - is primarily a source which catalogues audio broadcast over the BBC, not a repository for the names of the actors involved in each audio. The Genome Project has some gems - for example, you can listen to David's remarkably in-depth 45-min 2009 interview for Desert Island Discs, where he talks about his family life as a child, dealing with his fame, and what music he'd take on a desert island - but it doesn't do as well for old audio broadcasts, mostly because prior to 2000 or so, the BBC didn't really keep copies of audio broadcasts! The Project does have copies of the Radio Times, though, so often it is these which provide some clue as to David's audio projects. But they're not comprehensive, either.

All this to say, I think I have the majority of David's audio work. I've found a few more over the years which weren't attributed to him in any other place but his biography blurb in the programmes of his theatre work - and I've found those, too (a few very recently!) But David's done a lot! He's as prodigious with his audio as he is the rest of his career, and I would not be surprised in the least to learn that the list I have isn't as complete as I think it is. He's more than likely done more audios than I currently know about, because....he's David, that's why. The Energizer Worker Bunny! Regardless....I do have a lot of his audios. Put it this way - I have over 120 audios he's done since 1993, and if my list is accurate, I only lack five (!!) audios to make the list complete. Three out of the five I need are early 2000s (when the BBC didn't always archive their recordings), one is from 1989 when he was in drama school, and the last, weirdly, comes from 2010 and isn't even from radio!

This last one is his narration of a children's book called Supermarket Zoo by Caryl Hart, and illustrated by Ed Eaves.

Here are a few of Eaves' illustrations for the book:

from https://edeavesillustrator.com/supermarket-zoo-2

I would LOVE to find this audiobook...somewhere. Damn it!

Supermarket Zoo was published by Simon and Schuster and copyrighted 2010. The ebook was published in 2011, and I believe David recorded the narration for the audiobook sometime before May 2011. The audiobook music was written and composed by Iain Carnegie, and he lists it here on his website.

You can find copies of the book all over the internet. But try finding a copy of the audiobook! Arghhhh!

#DavidTennant #ObscureDavidTennantPerformances #DavidTennantAudios #SupermarketZoo

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saccharanth · 2 years

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HELP i found the statement I wrote after the jurgen leitner rant started showing up in my dreams.

“Statement of Sloane Saccharanth, regarding an unusual few paragraphs and their trip to London. Original statement given March 12th, 2022. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement Begins.

I don't even remember how I got to London, if I'm honest with you. I mean, I don’t exactly live nearby, it’s not the sort of trip you forget about, like stopping in for a few minutes at the post office or grocery store. Even if it was just a jaunt, it still seems odd I’d forget even wanting to visit.

Nothing about this makes sense until I remember the noise, and it all falls back into place. The words drown it all out, regardless of what I want to remember.

I've always been good at memorizing things. I was the 'Queen of Poetry' every April whenever the school librarian held poetry week. I'm sure my classmates hated me, awkward and stone still, reciting poems at were at least a page long for the all important prize of a color changing pencil.

One time I memorized the entire Paul Revere poem, all 6 pages. I still remember the opening.

'Twas the 18th of April in '75 and hardly a man is still alive, who remembers the famous day and year of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.'

This is to say, once something is in my brain, it's stuck there for a good long while yet.

It started innocuously. Well, really it started with a copypasta. You do know what a copypasta is right? Right, okay well I spend a lot of time drawing or painting or just generally checked out making things for my classes. I'm an art student, which is a whole different statement in it of itself, but it also means that if I want to pay attention to something with visuals, I'm straight out of luck.

So, podcasts.

I've been relistening to one recently, and while I was messing around on youtube and looking at fan content people had made for the show, one video in particular popped up.

It was a rant about a man named Jurgen Leitner, who was offhandedly mentioned in the show a few times before being brutally murdered on screen by one of the main villains with a pipe.

I won't repeat the rant here, for the sake of your sanity as much as my own, but I thought it was funny and resolved to memorize it.

I was stupid, so stupid. It started small, the compulsion.

At first it was just obsessively tracking down the second part of the rant, once I knew there was one after seeing it mentioned in another post. I did find it, but when I finally finished reading it I realized just how in depth I'd gone to find it, how intense I'd been about tracking it down, for no reason other than that I felt like I needed to know.

I was over at my girlfriend’s apartment, trying to fall asleep, when I realized there was the faintest whisper of words replaying constantly in my head. "Jurgen Leitner? Stupid Idiot Motherfucking Jurgen Leitner?" Over and over and over again, spiraling through my thoughts and corrupting the few synapses I still had left with that insipid, unrelenting chant.

I had memorized it on accident in my obsession.

When I finally did fall asleep, it was there too. The writing in my dreams was scrawled all over with it, audio looping over character dialogue. It was too deeply stupid to be scary but- well, I wouldn't be here telling you this if I didn't think there was some sort of end game.

I don't know what it means but I do know that I have somehow ended up wandering through London, to your institute, and that the strings binding me back to this place, to making this statement, are looped far enough under my skin that I can't see them. That, more than any compulsion or control sending words spiraling from my mouth, scares me.

I can't even tell you how you die, much as I'd like to prevent it.

I never did mention the name of that podcast, did I?

It's called the Magnus Archives, and you of all people, Jonathan, should know that spiders don't let their prey free so easily.

Statement Ends. “

#the magnus archives #tma #jurgen leitner #posts <3 #shitposts <3 #text <3

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absentmindedadmirer · 9 months

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Welcome to Fallin' Night Star~

Hey, hey, Stargazers...

Do you ever feel like you can never really rant about your hyperfixations and fandoms to other people-?

Or that you have nobody to listen to you nor can you find people who have the same interests as you because it's extremely niche-? Did those hit too close to home-? Or did it just fly outside the ballpark?

Well, I know quite a few people like that. Also, I am one. That's why I opened up Fallin' Night Star. A place for people in fandoms to share their interests and find new interests... and to find the literal sweetest people on Earth who are very supportive and entertaining as hell. I cannot iterate more than enough how everyone there is so nice and sweet. Whether it's about going batshit insane over our interests and playing goofy silly games with each other... there will be neverending support from everyone. It's really nice to see. But enough of this sappy shit-! Hah-!

What's this...? An interest check-?

The club is opening up a feature soon called "Workaholic's Wonderland". Don't let the name scare ya, I just really like alliteration~ For those people who always wanted to be involved in creative fanprojects such as fandubs, fanzines, fangames etc., but found it hard to collaborate in them... we want to help people have fun engaging in such projects without the need for a high qualification. Working together, we want to be able to let everyone have the opportunity to be able to show off their talents!! The workshop is newly established and the point is to get people who are interested to help and have fun while we can see how far we can grow it. If you're interested in joining to toss ideas of projects and ideas of stuff that you'd love to collab with people to make a reality then I would encourage you to join and grab the role to enter~ Again, no qualifications needed and it's non-profit (for now), just people sharing and working together. ===

Additionally, we held casual voiceacting sessions where we jokingly voiced otomes (and other games). Currently, it's on hold, but if enough people are interested and pick up a voiceacting role (again, no qualifications needed!! Everybody's voice is good just as it is <3), it will return. === So long... so long... people are wondering when I will stop talking. But finally, I plan on releasing a lot of stuff related to my writing. Mostly on AO3 and Tumblr. Life hit me like a baseball bat but I'm getting back into doing stuff at a regular pace. (I say...) To see what I have written so far, just check out Sketchie's Fandom Archives-!

And if ya want to know about my future works...

Well, just check out what I'm into, I'll do something for it eventually~ And requests are always open for anyone who wants anything. That's how I hold myself accountable.

(If you're don't feel like looking at my pinned post for everything, just at all the fandoms in this post bye)

Or just ask me directly~ I'll usually answer anyone's questions if they ask. @ absentminded_admirer on discord, here (obviously), insta, and ao3

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Anyways, here's your invite to Fallin' Night Star. Join if ya want~

There's nothing more for a clown to say other than-- Sayonara~

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 1 year

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MHA Makes No Sense(Me Ranting About MHA Not Out of Hate but Out of Love)

MHA Makes No Sense(Me ranting about MHA not out of hate but out of love) by TheSilence1121

"To be a fan of something isn't to blindly love it; it's to see its flaws and see how it can improve going forward." I found this quote on a youtube video and I've never seen a more true quote that a majority of people just don't understand, this is a great example of this book.

MHA has an amazing world and the idea behind the characters are amazing hence why I adore fanfiction of it, but my god if you think for like a minute everyone is terrible to Izuku, especially centering around Bakugou. so while I've marked this with tags of bashing it is in the sense that I'm talking shit about the characters not that I'm making them worse for story reasons, it just so happens that a lot of them are worse than you think at first glance. Like all of 1-A including Aizawa watched a kid(Bakugou) rush at someone else using his quirk with clear malicious intent on the first day and just decided the two people were rivals even though the other kid immediately jumped back in fear, and UA is meant to be a prestigious school this is very blatant signs of bullying that they just fucking ignore 'cause plot.

Words: 1098, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: ranting, Midoriya Izuku is a Victim of Bullying, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Bashing, Don't get me wrong I love BNHA, but everyone's kinda terrible to Izuku, also it's very bias to make Izuku look way worse then he should compared to his classmates, Not a Story, Severe Bakugou Katsuki Bashing, Bakugou Katsuki Bashing, Class 1-A Bashing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44364775

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #A:Silence

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brothersapart · 2 years

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I’ve got an idea (and an oc) for a supernatural x Sherlock g/t. I don’t have many (practically no) followers that’ll see it though. Should I still go for it? Also the oc is part of another series that’s not gt but supernatural, should I do that first?

- I’m just gonna rant a little now, sorry -

Here’s why I’m afraid to post my stories anywhere: I’m just so confused and conflicted rn lol, I know it’ll make me happy writing it but I tried to write on Wattpad but someone plagiarized my stories so I took them all down no matter how hard it hurt me or the people who loved it. It had over 6k reads (I also didn’t have much time to write anymore ofc).

I’m sorry this is so long, but ig my point is I’m afraid. I’ve been afraid to share any of my writings anywhere because of that one person who decided to steal my writing and hard work. Idk how to get over this fear. I truly miss writing.

Now, I'm gonna preface this with I've never actually used or posted on Wattpad, the most I've done on that site is read a story someone sent to me.

As for the theft, I've dealt with similar in the past. It just wasn't for stories, it's for my fractals. If I take one of them and do an image search on Google, there's a good chance they'll appear (it's exhausting).

Deviantart is very helpful there, because anything I've posted is protected under a creative commons license (last I looked into it, it could have a different name all these years later).

Having the date on my stuff be from before the others who posted it is the main proof when I ask other sites to take down those works.

I haven't had the same issue with my writings, but I would follow a similar process. Just provide the site that you wrote it first and ask them to take it down, it was posted without your permission.

I would recommend sites such as Deviantart and Archive of our Own for posting for reasons such as this. If others have different experiences or prefer different sites to post on, I encourage them to write about them if they want to share!

If you do end up writing a SPN-Sherlock g/t crossover, I'd be willing to give your story a shout out on this page! I love encouraging readers to find new stories and writers, and there's still plenty of people out there who love both of those series!

There will always be people out there who are willing to steal legitimate fanworks, it's a threat we all take. You can try and cut down on this by not posting about the story until you have it officially up, keep them from stealing your characters. I still get angry to this day when I get a message that one of my fractals has been found on a site. NFTs were a real thorn for a while, you wouldn't believe how many people tried putting MY work up for those $3,000 prices.

As for the writing itself, it's all up to you! Which story do you think should be told first? A good method might be the SPN-Sherlock part, to draw people in with characters they're familiar with, and then giving the OC's backstory later on, once they're interested. Writing is something that comes best with inspiration, so just let it flow!

#copyright #fractals #crossover fanfiction #anonymous #ask #rant

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obeythedemons · 3 years

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His Office [Obey Me! Headcanons]

I got my own cubicle today with my promotion. I may or may not have bought cat-themed office supplies. They’re not masculine in any way, but they’re cute and I play Obey Me! do you think I’m worried about my masculinity and also I don’t care for gender norms

Obey Me! Masterlist

Lucifer

Everything has its place

If something is moved even a centimeter he’ll know

Both as a way to ensure Mammon doesn’t steal something, but also to ensure he’s as efficient as possible when it comes to his work

Splurged on some very nice pens that write smoothly and doesn’t smudge

Everything is clean, he has a hand vacuum that he uses every day on his desk

Has a very high-end computer - he cannot deal with IT issues, not today

Mammon

Paperwork is everywhere

Not because he gets a lot, he just refuses to ever do it and it piles up

Has no idea where anything in his office is

Has a framed picture of Goldie on his desk

That picture changes to MC after a couple of days of knowing them

After that picture changes to MC, he starts to actually do his work and the pile of paperwork decreases and becomes more organized

Leviathan

Anime stationery, especially Ruri-chan themed!

Brings in a gamer chair to be his office chair, otherwise, he’s not comfortable

Has a bunch of sticky notes around his desk with anime doodles from when he’s in a meeting

Got rid of the phone to his office, if people want to talk to him they can IM him or email him

Set up RGB lights for his office and uses that as a light source

His desktop is whatever anime or video game he's obsessed with

Satan

Has binders that are clearly labeled and organized - he likes to read their contents when he's bored

Also has a binder that has whatever book he's reading in it - that way he can read and look like he's working

Knows everyone that works there, so he knows exactly who to contact when a problem comes up - meaning his workload is minimal

Also keeps a chair in his office for anyone that wants to visit with him

His desktop changes every five minutes to a new picture of a cat - it seems to never repeat itself

Asmodeus

Rose gold décor everywhere

Has a couple of mirrors in his office so he can look at himself when he's bored or fix his appearance

Has a cup for pens and a cup for makeup brushes

In fact, his desk has more beauty products than actual office supplies

Is the perfect person to go to if they need a breath mint, some lotion, chocolate, or menstrual hygiene product

Beelzebub

His desk is filled with snacks and like two pens

Has a minifridge under his desk for cold snacks and drinks

There are crumbs everywhere - Lucifer comes in once a week to clean up for him, but it's still not enough

There's a trophy he won for playing Fangol on a corner, it's not front and center

What's front and center are pictures of his family and MC, he got a digital frame so he can have a lot of photos of them

Belphegor

Has a blanket hanging off the back of his chair

His chair also has a cushion on it so he can sit on it and be comfortable - also uses it as a pillow for his desk

Has wrist supports for his keyboard and mouse - they're squishy

Has an essential oil diffuser where he regularly uses lavender

Uses a single lamp for light, but usually keeps it off so he can sleep

Diavolo

Has a very large desk, it's ridiculously large and he only uses a small portion of it

Though, what he doesn't use starts to fill up with knickknacks from the human realm after he meets MC - he likes to show MC them to try and make them laugh or smile

Keeps personal items to a minimum, he doesn't want business rivals to visit his office and try to blackmail him

He does have a couple of chairs for when people visit him - he likes it when it's just to visit and not for a business meeting

Tries to not be in his office too much, he'd rather go to other peoples' offices and see what they're up to

Barbatos

Has an electric tea kettle on his desk with a couple of mugs

One of his drawers is completely filled with different teas

The drawer below that has snacks that pair perfectly with the different teas

The top of his desk is completely clean and organized - has little to no paperwork as he completes it faster than anyone else

Is usually away from his office to meet with Diavolo

His desktop background is rarely seen as he always locks his computer when someone enters or when he leaves - it's a picture of Lord Diavolo, MC, and himself

Simeon

Has the oldest computer that he doesn't know how to work - he wouldn't know how to work a new one on either

Does all of his work on paper - much to the annoyance of some of his co-workers

Has so many binders, folders, and notebooks on his desk - they're unlabeled, but he knows exactly what is in each of them

He uses a Rolodex - no one knows where he found it or that they even made them anymore

Is the person people go to to rant about their job while he patiently listens and offers the best advice

Solomon

His office is off in a weird corner that people didn't know existed until they had to go find him

He looks young, but it seems like he knows everything that has ever happened in the office - that should be impossible

Has all of the old, archive documents that seem to be irrelevant and should be tossed

He has his own microwave in his office after the incident in the communal area

Has polaroid photos of Simeon, Luke, MC, and himself posted along a wall

Luke

People walk into his office and then back out thinking they have the wrong spot - who brought this child here? He works here? Is this legal?

Has a lot of HR forms at the ready that show he does work there!

Still not sure if it's legal

Is always bringing in baked goods for the whole office to try - is always nervous when Barbatos tries his baked good, but lights up when Barbatos praises him

Has a cushion on his chair to help him reach his computer, his legs dangle off the edge

Is in charge of converting Simeon's forms to a digital format

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Solomon #Simeon #Luke #Headcanon

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jadedpen · 3 years

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Welcomed with open arms

Sibling!Half phantom!GN!Reader x Sbi family (+ Tubbo)

Summary: You are stuck in the cold snow as a small toddler in a basket. As the snowstorm roared, Phantoms circle around you, letting out wails of woe and sorrow. Suddenly, you hear the flapping of big feathery wings and see the Phantoms fly away. You then see a mysterious man with a white and green striped hat and welcoming blue eyes.

For context: Wilbur and Techno are twins, the reader is the youngest of the family with Tubbo being 1 year older than Tommy. The twins are 11 years old, Tommy is 4 and Tubbo is 5.

TW: There is a small part in the beginning where the reader almost dies from hypothermia, so be mindful of that, please!

Also, don’t worry, this work will have multiple chapters, so stay tuned!

Sorry if this is kinda bad. This is my first time writing a reader fanfic.

Ao3 link here

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The bitter cold touched your skin as your breath came out slow and steady. Your fingertips glowed blue and your thin wings weren’t much help to warm you up. The basket you were placed in by your unknown parents barely kept you alive all these hours, the thin blanket wrapped around you.

Phantoms circled you, seeing you as one of their own. You could sense the distraught and worry in their cries and their wails. As they swooped down, they tried to pick up the basket that carried you, but to no avail. Your tiny toddler hands tried to reach out to them, wanting nothing more but to be carried somewhere where you won’t freeze in the storm. You let out small wails and cries, those very much akin to a Phantom, until you heard a caw.

One caw became ten, and suddenly there was a whole murder of them, so many that the amount started to block the storm. Some even tried to attack the phantoms, but they wouldn’t leave you alone. They’d rather die than let the crows have their way with you.

But, there came a large beating of wings. Ones way more than the huge murder swirling around you. As the beating wings died down, you could hear the thumps of footsteps coming towards you, and feel something or someone pick you up. The hands were the warmest thing you’ve ever felt, and your eyes met the mysterious person’s bright welcoming blue. The eyes could convey so much; uneasiness, pity, curiosity.

They wore a large hat, one that was green and white striped. Medium blond hair came out of the sides with a small braid in the front and little knickknacks hanging from the strange hat. Huge black wings stood behind them, making them seem larger than the storm from your view. Even though your vision was impaired from the cold, you could see a small bit of what they was wearing aside from their head; a green opened kimono with a black turtleneck and a strange red heart in the middle.

The person looked up at the phantoms, not noticing that their wails were of worry. They pulled out a bow and a sharp arrow, aiming it at the phantoms. You could tell that the person meant harm, and so you wailed at them to make them stop. The person looked at you, and then the phantoms. They finally noticed the roars of the Phantoms were wails and cries, meaning only woe. The person seemed to call to the crows, and the crows obeyed. Birds swooped down to the ground where you and the person were set, no longer focusing on the Phantoms.

The snowstorm got worse, cold even colder. It became harder and harder to breathe or keep your eyelids open. Eyes barely open, you could see the person holding you have panic in their eyes, looking up ahead and wings wide open. Your tiny hands clutched the cloth on their chest, trying to find even the slightest bit of warmth you could feel as the person held you and carried the basket in hand.

You felt the person run, and then take flight. Wind blew on your head as your eyes closed all the way, hearing the caws of crows seem to follow this mysterious person.

A few minutes later, you hear the storm dying down, becoming only a midnight breeze. The person carrying you descended down to the ground, walking towards something warm. Despite the storm now over, you couldn’t open your eyes, seeming to be iced shut.

A huge wave of warmth filled the air as the person opened the door to what you assumed to be their house. You heard childlike voices, 3 to be exact. You weren’t able to understand them, but you were happy to know that you weren’t the only person anymore.

“Who’s that?” A small voice said; you could feel their beady eyes staring at you. ”It’s a baby. I found them freezing in the cold. I’m happy I saved them; any longer and they might’ve been left to die. Poor thing.” The deeper voice came from above you, seeming to come from the person who saved you. The person then sat on something soft and held you in their lap.

“Are you seriously considering adopting another sibling? We already have to deal with Tommy-” “HEY!” Two voices argued, one being slightly deeper and older but still young, and the other being loud and boisterous, being the same small voice you first heard.

“Both of you shut up. Who cares if we have another sibling, this ones adorable.” A separate voice spoke up, setting a warm hand on your tiny toddler one. You lightly grabbed the person’s bigger hands, warming your seemingly frozen hand even more.

“So… do we have a new sibling now?” “Seems like it.” The two older voices continued, “Well, I just hope they don’t turn out like Tommy- “GOD DAMMIT TECHNO-“ Loud arguing could be heard while you continued to hold the mysterious boy’s hand. Opposite to the loudness, the mysterious man from before spoke, “Would you like to hold them Wil?”

You assumed he nodded his head as the striped hat man handed you to ‘Wil’. The boy held you in his arms while the striped hat man softly caressed your head lovingly. You climbed onto the Wil’s sweater, burying your face into the soft material.

“Boys, could you stop arguing before you upset the baby.” “But Techno is being a bitch!” “Tommy! Where did you hear that word?” “Nowhere!” “Shut up Tommy. Before you cause Phil to finally get those hearing aids.”

The three continue bickering while you and Wil just vibe with Wil patting your head and you snuggling into his warmth. After a few minutes of arguing, they finally calm down and crowd around you.

“Alright. I’m going to go and fix up some proper clothes for them. In the meantime, try not to make the child cry, okay?” The striped hat man said, walking out of the room.

You could feel their eyes on you, with Wil still patting your head while a hand held yours. You slowly opened your eyes for the first time in the house and finally saw your new family.

The boy named Wil had curly brown hair with bangs to right of his face, pointed ears, and brown eyes; big round glasses adorned his face and a red beanie upon his head, with a big yellow sweater. The person holding your hand looked almost exactly like him. His hair was the same as Wil’s, though it was to the right, with square glasses and the same pointed ears, with his sweater being pink. A small tusk grew out of each of their mouths, being on opposite sides.,

Wilbur swooned to you, “Hi there. I’m Wilbur.”, smiling at you with a big smile. “This here is my twin, Technoblade, but just call him Techno or Tech.” He looked over to said twin, with Techno staring at you and then patting your head.

The smaller one, who had blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a white shirt with the sleeves being red, looked just as boisterous and loud as he acted. He looked at you curiously as you turned your head to look at him, and to your surprise started poking you in the cheek rather annoyingly with you groaning out of annoyance and snuggling up to Wilbur.

“Tommy, stop poking them you’re gonna make them hate you.” “Shut it Wil, you know I will be the favorite brother. Better than you or Techno or even Tubbo.”

Speaking of the devil, the one you assumed was ‘Tubbo’, due to his name only now being said and the rest having said their names, walked down the creaky stairs; a blanket over his shoulders. The boy had messy brown hair and goat pupils in his blue eyes.

Tubbo walked towards the couch, rubbing his eyes in tiredness. “Phil told me that we apparently have a new sibling.” He walked towards you and sat in front of Wilbur, staring into your (e/c) eyes. “What’s their name? Have you guys even figured out a name?” “I think we should wait until Phil gets back. We don’t want Tommy to try and name them ‘Big Man’.” Saying this, Techno squeezes your hand. “But anyway, I had this super weird dream-“

As Tubbo started ranting about various dreams he’s had over the week, Wilbur nudges Techno and hands you to him. Reluctantly, Techno holds you, with you snuggling into his sweater, which was made of the same material as Wilbur’s.

A few minutes pass and Tubbo is still talking about his dreams when Phil comes in. “Alright. I’ve set up a room for the little one. Considering they seem to be half Phantom, there aren’t any windows since I don’t know if they are affected by the sun or not.”

“Great. Speaking of, what are we going to name them?” “I say we name them Big Man!” “That’s a horrible idea Tommy!” Wilbur and Tommy continue to argue while Phil, Techno, and Tubbo all crowd around you on the couch. “So… what should we name them?” Tubbo started. “Well, what about something nice? Something… simple but fitting.” Tubbo and Phil listed off possible names, seeing if anything would stick.

“What about… y/n?” The rest of the family looked at Techno, the person who suggested the name. “Y/n?” Wilbur stated, thinking over the name. “Y/n. A lovely name.” Phil smiled, looking at you.

“Welcome to the family, Y/n.”

#Reader x Sbi #sbi x y/n #sbi x reader #gender neutral y/n #dadza #dadza x reader #WWOP

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physicalturian · 3 years

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[18+] Goodbye Head - Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [No spoilers from the anime or the manga]

Words : 5162

Archive of our own

Tags : Cheating / Cunnilingus / Light bondage / NSFW / Power Play / Choking / Hair-Pulling / Vaginal sex

If you think I should add some tags, tell me!

Summary : Gojo is the worst boyfriend, after one too many time he forgets to come at one of your evening together: you've had enough. Nanami is here to help with what Gojo has been lacking your entire relationship : nice sex, maturity and not being a bitch.

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Putting my phone away, I rested my elbows on the counter and exhaled, frustrated, “He’s going to be late,” I said. As I took the glass of wine Nanami was handing me, he added, “Again,”. As much as I was disappointed that my boyfriend was missing on our time together, I laughed at Nanami’s remark. He was right, but what else could I do? Cry about it? Not for him, no.

There was no reason to make a big deal out of it, it wasn’t unusual for him to get delayed on our free nights together, a few other times he wouldn’t even come. At this point, I was more surprised to have him there at all, than to receive his messages filled with “sorry’s” and “it won’t happen again”, hours after he was supposed to pick me up or meet me. Even tonight, Nanami had to come pick me up since my boyfriend wasn’t there on time and had borrowed my car.

Raising my glass towards Nanami, he mirrored it a moment before taking a sip and focusing back on the pan in front of him as he cooked, “Well, it’s you and me once again,” I scoffed with a smile, that I tried hard to keep up and not let it get to me. Twirling the glass in my hand, I got lost in the dark red liquid, thinking of what to do next. The efforts I was putting into this relationship were not reciprocated at all, I was giving more than receiving, and I was past the point of getting disappointed.

“Something on your mind?” Nanami’s voice brought me back to earth and I straightened my back with a nervous laugh. I looked at him, then at my drink, then at him again, then chugged the wine down and said, in one breath, “You know what? Yeah, did you know that when he fucks me, he says ‘Get out, get out’? Like- what’s that about? The bitch just got in, it doesn’t make sense,” Nanami quirked a brow, the smallest of smiles on his face. Wiping his hands on his apron, he rolled up his sleeves a bit higher before putting the pastas in the water. “Are you sure that’s what he’s saying?” His tone made it seem like he had a suggestion.

Frowning, I asked him to go on. “Maybe he’s saying Geto, it’s a bit closer and I know they were close… I think they’re still friends,” He trailed off, walking around the kitchen to get some spices and adding them to the pan, all while talking. I had to give it a thought a moment, weighing his words. Could it be? He never really explained why he went out, I always thought it was sorcerer business and did not give it more mind. But now that Nanami mentioned it, it made sense. I waited for him to put the wine bottle on the counter then took it by the neck and chugged a few gulps before chuckling.

“You’re saying he’s cheating on me with the hipster dude?” I scoffed dryly, drinking some more, my grip on the bottle tightening. “We’re not sure though… Right?” I argued, more to myself than to Nanami, trying to convince myself. I don’t know why I was willing to give him a chance, I knew the moment I got together with him he wasn’t the settling type. Twirling the base of the bottle on the counter, I was thinking, should I break it off now or wait until we’re home, and until we’ve talked… “I don’t think he’s worth you getting sad over him, if that’s what’s going on,” I heard Nanami real close to me as he gently took the bottle from my hand and took a sip too. Less desperate than mine.

Smacking my lips together, I sucked in my teeth and turned around, looking at Nanami with a determined expression. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, “You’re right, he’s shit. He doesn’t even fuck that well,” I huffed, hopping on the counter while Nanami stirred the pastas.

“Is that so? He prides himself in that, if he hears you say that he’ll probably break down,” “There is no pride in being the worst,” I spat. That’s when I felt like ruining this man, or at least his credibility in that department. Giving Nanami a look, I took a deep breath and started listing, raising a finger at each thing, “He only fucks me from behind, I’ve never seen this man’s face during sex. Oh! And he says the condom doesn’t feel good, well sorry you think your raw-fucking feels good?” I paused when Nanami handed me my glass, he had filled it up and was smiling, chuckling slightly too as he nodded for me to follow him so that we could talk on the couch.

Doing so, I got off the counter and followed him, making sure not to spill my drink when I jumped. I had to force myself not to look at the blonde man’s back, finding a sudden appeal to his entire person. Ignoring my train of thought, I slumped on the sofa and felt bad for blurting out those facts about him, so I apologized to Nanami with a short laugh, “It’s just, I was willing to let it slide because I think I loved him, or something? But the more I think of it, the more I realize I let too much shit slide, you know? Sure, I can let him and his weird texting habits, be. He would either text way too much, needy for attention or would completely disappear off the face of earth without a warning,” I huffed.

I couldn’t believe I was telling Nanami all that, it wasn’t his problem and yet he was listening, willingly, not making weird faces or mocking my situation. “You are talking about it in the past already,” He noticed.

Laughing breathlessly, I nodded, “I guess I am… Maybe I’ve already made a decision, but I won’t rush it…” I trailed off, silence setting between the sorcerer and me. I couldn’t keep it like that, so I took a sharp intake of breath and continued, “Can I still rant just a tiny bit more?” The man in front of me nodded, telling me to go on. “I don’t think the man has had sex education classes,” I stated, making Nanami laugh shortly in his drink before having him ask what I meant by that.

“Except for the fact that he didn’t want to wear a condom, ever, he also didn’t seem versed in foreplay… he would just… Fuck and groan loudly, finishing super quickly,” I said, still not believing I was telling him that. Extending my hand in front of me, I gestured for him to pause as I had seen he was going to talk, “No, you know what? I’ll say it, it’s the truth so I’ll say it,” Nanami frowned at first before quirking a brow, intrigued.

“I was his personal fleshlight, that’s it, that’s what it was,” I gestured that I was done, giving him the floor so to speak. The man in front of me had to put his drink down before opening his mouth, a slight frown on his forehead, “It couldn’t be all that bad, he helped you finish, right?” He asked, probably to give Gojo at least some credits. Although from the look in his eyes, he was expecting the answer I gave him, albeit less loudly.

A loud cackle left my mouth, “Him? No, no, I don’t remember him doing that, ever. It’s alright though, I probably took too long for him,” I shrugged, tending to my drink, once again starting to get lost in it. The more I thought of it, the more it made sense. He was probably imagining someone else the entire time, I was played for a fool. “Shouldn’t have sucked him off either, since he never returned the favor,” I grumbled, suddenly feeling bitter as I drank some more.

“So, he’s garbage,” Nanami said, bringing the glass to his lips. I watched his every move, finding the man had some charm, some grace, he was poised and mature. Everything Gojo wasn’t. A strand of hair was falling from his perfectly slicked back hair, but it didn’t make it disheveled, no, it was a controlled mess. When he swallowed, it brought my attention to his throat, free from the tie that minutes ago was restraining it. It was still around the collar of his shirt, only now it was loose, along with two buttons undone.

I was ripped out of my daydream when I heard my name being called. Blinking, I looked up and stared at Nanami, confused. “I asked you a question,” he said.

“Right, uh… Sorry, I got lost in… my thoughts,” I gestured at nothing, “Sadness and all that jazz, you know?” I joked, gulping down more wine and made a rewinding gesture, this time, “Could you repeat?”

The blonde hummed. A sound that sent something coursing through my body, something I didn’t think I would get from him. “I asked what you were going to do about him,”

“Break up. Even if he isn’t cheating, I’ve come to the realization he ain’t the shit, you know?” He nodded, a pensive expression on his face. The man seemed deep in thought, and since he wasn’t talking, it gave me time to enjoy the view a bit more. He leaned forward once more to set his glass down, which gave me the most exquisite view of his back muscles and his ass, but I didn’t comment.

“He never made you cum, then.” Nanami stated, more than asked. I stammered, my cheeks heating up quickly. He wasn’t wrong, and we had been on the topic for a moment… But he said it so crudely, I was caught off guard, yet I found myself nodding at first, before replying, “Which isn’t like, a big deal or anything, he’d leave the room to get cleaned up, shower, I’d finish with anything. Or not, depending on how lazy I would be. I don’t get my hopes up anymore, really,” “And how long have you been together?”

“Don’t know, a few months?” I replied quickly but confused.

Nanami looked me up and down, asking another question, “And before that, how long had you been single?” I don’t know why I laughed timidly, so I brought the glass to my lips to hide it before finishing my drink and putting the glass down next to Nanami’s. It felt like an interview with all the questions he was shooting at me, yet I replied, “A while, I don’t remember- why all the questions?”

“It’s been a while then, since you’ve been properly eaten out,” He ignored my question and continued, making me smile in surprise, my eyes wide. I was silent for a moment, considering my answer, or if I should even answer, it all happened quickly, and my first words were, “Kento!” I exclaimed under my breath in an overdramatic tone. He did not budge, and said in what could have been described for playful, at least for him, “Is that a yes?”

“I mean… yeah, yes it’s been a while, but I don’t see why that’s any of your concern,” I said lightly, suddenly aware of the distance between us that was close to none. His knee was brushing against mine, and slowly as he spoke, his hand brushed over my knee, “I want to get those hopes up again, along with those legs,” There was the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, but it was mostly a serious suggestion that did not displease me, if anything I was feeling excited. He had a way with words that left me speechless, unlike my boyfriend who I tried to tune out most of the time.

Fuck it says a lot about our relationship, doesn’t it? Coming to that realization, I held Nanami’s gaze with mine, looking down at his lips a few times before locking my eyes on his once more. “If you want to, then yes, I’d definitely take you up on that… offer… But don’t feel like you need to do it-“ I was thrown off balance when Nanami brought my legs on his and made me fall on my back. I was quick to support my weight on my elbows to look at him, flustered. “I don’t feel obligated, I want to do this. I’ve been picturing you naked for so long, forgive me for the eagerness,” He breathed as he moved to position himself properly between my legs.

I matched his eagerness in unbuttoning my pants, letting him pull them down, “Don’t apologize, I like the fervor, it’s flattering,” I told him with a bit of shyness in my voice. The blonde got rid of my pants, throwing them behind him before focusing back on me. He paused a moment, taking a good look, making me slightly self-conscious but I didn’t voice it. It quickly dissipated when his hands gripped my thighs semi-tightly, rubbing them affectionately. “I’ll give you all the flattery you deserve,” He whispered, leaning in for a kiss but stopping just before our lips could meet. “Do you want to make him jealous?”

I was holding my breath in expectation when I said, “I’m not really the type…” he chuckled and kissed me softly, shortly, pulling back after a moment. “Are you sure?” He slowly moved lower, raising my shirt to press a kiss on my stomach, I let out a shaky breath and tried to pull him back up by his tie, “Maybe I do,” It earned me a grunt from the man, but he let me guide him up. He kissed me once more, this time while removing his tie, “Let’s keep those wandering hands off for now,” With a smile he took hold of my hands and wrapped his tie around it, not too tightly but enough to immobilize them for now.

Reaching for my pants, he took my phone and slid it in my hands, making sure I was holding it when he let go and said, “Send him a picture of us whenever you’d like, if he’s not too stupid he’ll understand,” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips, but quickly my cheeks heat up when Nanami paused and looked at me longer than necessary, a genuine smile on his lips this time. “Alright, get at it now, stop staring at me,” I huffed, unlocking my phone with my thumb which was the best I could do right now.

Nanami pushed my phone down, while I was still holding it, and made me look at him as he crawled up once more, “Ask politely,” he breathed against my lips before kissing them. I returned the kiss with a lot more passion, gasping in the kiss when his fingers slid inside my underwear and pressed between my legs, curling his fingers ever so lightly. He didn’t have to ask twice, I was the one to break the kiss breathlessly, already too impatient from just his promise, “Please, Kento,” I tried to grab the buckle of his belt with the tip of my fingers, he was faster to pull back with a dark laugh.

“And to think Gojo hasn’t been giving you all his attention, what a grave mistake,” He trailed off, I hooked one of my legs on his shoulder while he took my underwear off, throwing it on the ground with my pants. When I was fully open for him, he helped me hook my other leg on his shoulder and leaned in, his mouth closer to my fold, “Kento, stop wasting time, just…” I held back from asking him to fuck me, because he was not going to, not tonight, or at least not right now, “Please…” I pleaded.

“Fuck you look so good like this, legs spread wide, begging for my tongue,” Before he latched his lips on my sex, he said, “Be good and show me how good you’re feeling,” then dragged his tongue slowly, from my entrance where I felt his muscle prod, to my clit, with more pressure he flicked his tongue a few times, making me swear under my breath in surprise. I took the opportunity to take a photo of him from that very angle, his gaze locked on mine and not on the camera. Nanami stopped and pressed a kiss on my inner thigh. “Go ahead, send him, you won’t be able to focus much once I’ve started,” His words made me hurry in my writing.

I was quick to send the picture to my boyfriend, along with a message reading “Slumber party 😊” then I locked the screen and let my phone fall on the pile of clothes on the ground. “Don’t worry, I made you look good with the angle,” I joked. I don’t know why I did that, but I felt the need to lighten the mood. Nanami did not care, “Of course I’d look good, your legs around my neck are quite the accessory,” I could feel my core pulsing simply by his words, he hadn’t said much but the charisma rolling off him turned me on more than I was ready to admit.

Without losing more time, Nanami dived once again between my legs. This time, he wasn’t holding my legs anymore, one hand was grabbing my ass while the other spread my lower lips as he dragged his tongue through my fold. It was slow and delicate at first, I was arching my back at the pleasure it was giving me, but I was not nearly as close as I wanted to be. After a few minutes, the pace increased, his lips around my clit were doing more than licking, they were sucking, blowing, biting, the latter having brought a deep grunt as I moaned “More,” before covering my mouth with my tied hands.

He was playing me like an instrument. Upon hearing my plea, Nanami looked up with a smirk, he was enjoying the way my cheeks burned up from begging, the humiliation, the submission, he was relishing in it. Seeing me writhing under him seemed to make him go wild, and yet he did not seem content yet, he wanted to make me beg more. He returned to his task, his tongue lapping at my sex while groaning in pleasure too, it was a lot more stimulating, and when I felt his hand let go of my leg, I held my breath, letting out a controlled whine when he slid two fingers inside me.

When he started thrusting them in and out, I moaned in my hands, covering the lascivious sounds that were escaping my mouth. I was very much aware of how loud I was being, and I was trying to keep it down as much as possible, I had been told many times to keep it down by my boyfriend and had taken the habits of doing just that. That’s when Nanami surprised me and paused everything, his free hand gripping my thigh with force to keep them from closing on him. “Breathe, move your hand from your mouth and let me hear you,”

When I took too long to obey him, he gently moved my bound hands from my mouth, I let out a shallow breath, “There,” He breathed, smiling down at me for letting him do as he pleased, “A lot better already, let’s see how good you sound now,” My eyes darted to his lips, it made him smile knowingly. He let me grab his shirt with my tied hands, but did not comply when I pulled him closer, instead he curled his fingers inside me, elating a weak gasp, “Oh that does sound better, I think you can do even more,” “Kento…” I whispered, wanting more of his touch, more than just his fingers but also the closeness of his body against mine, his lips…

Humming, he thrusted his fingers deeper all the while looking at me with a satisfied smile, “My name rolls of your tongue so beautifully, but if you want something you have to ask for it, I’m not a mind reader,” I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that he knew what I wanted, but he cut my attitude down to the root when he rubbed his thumb over my clit along with thrusting his fingers inside me. I moaned his name in surprise but didn’t stop as he kept his thrusts at a fast pace. “That’s it, you’re being so loud for me, you’re being so good,” He showered me with praise at each sound that left my throat in pleasure.

Hearing him say those things had an effect on me, it was almost electrifying how good it felt, the feeling went straight to my core. He must have felt my walls clench around his fingers since he leaned closer, his free hand traveling the length of my body to gently settle on my chin, “God, look at you-“ “Please kiss me, please- fuck,” Arching my back, I felt his fingers hit the perfect spot and it made me cry in pleasure, my eyes closing in pure bliss. That cry was muffled when Nanami’s lips crashed hungrily against mine, his fingers thrusting faster and faster inside my aching sex.

I was getting closer to relief when suddenly everything stopped and Nanami leaned back, out of breath and grinning while I let out a humiliating whine. “You’re such a good girl for me, just from my fingers…” He said as he pulled his fingers out of me, and moved down once more, both of his hands holding my thighs with a painful hold… A painfully pleasurable hold. I was fully aware of each of his touch, of his stroke on my body, on my burning skin, and yet, I felt like his touches were hotter than my skin, it sent shivers down my spine at each graze, each grasp.

Giving a tentative lick in the length of my sex, he said smugly, “I’ll have you cum on my face or not at all, now be good and be loud for me, we have a spectator,” He showed me his phone where Gojo’s name was displayed, Nanami mouthed ‘voicemail’ then started fucking me his tongue, I quickly called out his name in despair, making him look up, my slick running down his chin. “Can I?” I motioned my hands to his hair, “Don’t be shy, give it a push,” He cooed me, and I did exactly that.

I pushed his face between my legs and felt the vibration of his groan against my clit, pressure started building inside me once again. My mouth fell open, sounds of pleasure pouring out of my mouth as I gripped the blonde’s hair with more force, our moans were basking the room, definitely giving a show to the asshole who was going to hear it soon enough. Sucking my swollen nub, Nanami made the most sinful sounds, getting me so high on pleasure with his ministrations that I heard a sob escape my lips. Lust was clouding my senses, my head rolled back as a shiver ran through my whole body, my heels digging inside Nanami’s back while I arched my back.

His name escaped my mouth over and over again, at each press of his tongue against my clit, each time he’d drag his tongue along my fold, I was rocking my hips against his mouth for more. It only took his hands around my hips, pulling them towards his mouth for a better access, for me to let out another high-pitched cry of pleasure. The knot inside me snapped, utter bliss flooded my body as I felt the tension leave my body and my muscles relaxed, legs going limp around Nanami’s shoulders. I felt him give one last lick before gently removing my hands from his hair and lifting his head to hang up the phone.

When his eyes set on mine, he frowned, “Are you alright?” with care, he untied my wrists. It wasn’t as tight as it could have been, which meant it did not leave a mark, nor did it leave pain, something I was grateful for. “I’m more than fine, thank you for this…” With a short laugh, I tried to sit up, but Nanami held me down just a bit longer as he used his tie to get me cleaned up. I went to stop him, in vain when the man just looked at me while slithering his hand between my legs once more. “It’s gross, I could have gotten a towel or something…” I trailed off as I finally sat up, my thighs already a bit sore.

“Gross? You gave me the most enjoyable display that led to this, gross wouldn’t be the word I’d use to describe it. A treat, perhaps, a gift even, but not gross.” Flattered by his words I felt bad when I pointed at his dirty tie, “I meant… to use your tie for it,” Looking down at his hand, he did not react as he added, “It was going to go to the washing machine anyway,” He shrugged as he dropped it on the low table while leaning over to hand me my clothes. Thanking him, I saw his chin was still glistening with my cum, I quite enjoyed the sight but pointed at my own chin, for him to mirror, “You got something right there,”

Quirking a brow, he gave me a mischievous smile, “Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head to get closer to me, he looked down at me, the smile never leaving his face, “It’s your mess, clean it,”

Surprised, I stared at him a moment then let my eyes travel down to his chin, my breath hitched. If it had been anyone else, I would have stood up and told him to do it himself, but there was something with Nanami Kento that made my knees weak. So weak I could let them drop to the ground and take care of him in ways he’s never been taken care of. Instead, my mouth opened barely, my hand reached for his chin and placed itself under it. I approached my lips and stuck my tongue out then licked him tentatively, he wrapped his hand around my neck, holding it lightly. “Give me more enthusiasm,”

“Be grateful I’m doing it at all,” I breathed against his skin, tracing my tongue over his jaw. He chuckled in response, the side of his fingers digging in the side of my neck barely. “With how thorough you’re being, I’d say you’re enjoying it a lot more than you’re admitting it,” He grunted against my ear, stopping my actions. I pushed against his hand and pressed kisses down his jaw, when I tried to push him down, he tutted me, “Let’s eat first-“ he got interrupted by his phone’s constant ‘dings’, making him sigh as we both look at it and saw Gojo’s spam.

“Seems like he listened to our little message,” Nanami said, a little too happily. I let out the loudest annoyed groan when the blonde opened the conversation, he tilted the phone for me to see too. It made me laugh how he had left him on read the last message he sent, before the spam.

Satoru Gojo: ???

Satoru Gojo: what??

Satoru Gojo: what’s going on??

Satoru Gojo: Hello????

Satoru Gojo: Nanamin??

Satoru Gojo: Hi? :))

Satoru Gojo: don’t be like that, answer me

He was still typing when Nanami slowly typed back,

You: I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.

Satoru Gojo: I GET THAT

Satoru Gojo: but like

Satoru Gojo: can I see??

Satoru Gojo: was she crying?

Satoru Gojo: why was she crying?

You: Because I made her cum. She was very polite about it, the way she asked to grip my hair…

I face Nanami quickly, my face flushed. “Don’t- there is no need to share that? He doesn’t deserve it” I breathed in panic. “Let’s say, it’s a goodbye gift, for him. To see what he lost,” Nanami said calmly.

Satoru Gojo: deadass?

Satoru Gojo: i did too

“He never did, but it’s fun he thinks he did. That means I fake well,” I said mockingly. Nanami placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently, casually going higher and higher as he waited for Gojo’s texts. “What you gave me was not fake, I know what to expect now. You better not fake with me or you’ll pay the price, understood?”

My eyes widened, I scoffed jokingly but felt my arousal was very present from his words. “As long as you’re good, I won’t feel the need to fake,” I shrugged. He laughed genuinely, his hand sliding to my hip then to my lower back, “This is going to be fun,”

Satoru Gojo: she never cried tho

Satoru Gojo: do it again

Satoru Gojo: nanamin?

Satoru Gojo: hey, make her cum again

Satoru Gojo: Nams? Nanamin??

Nanami locked his phone, leaving the sorcerer on read, and turned to look at me, “That’s enough Gojo Satoru for one day, let’s see if the penny drops when he’s alone with his thoughts,”

“Right, I don’t think he realizes I’m breaking up with him, it sounds promising…” I mumbled, looking up at the blond man next to me when I felt him press gently my side, “Let’s eat first, then clear things up with him, but I have a few things to do before we talk to him once more,” the man said as he stood up, extending his hand to help me stand up. Taking his hand in mine, I let him guide me to the kitchen where he turned the stove on once more.

“As I said, first we eat, then…” He let go of my hand and stepped very close to me, leaning in, his lips grazed the shell of my ear, “Then I’ll fuck you senseless. Maybe I’ll start by fucking you in front of that glass over there,” he turned my head delicately, making me look at the bay window behind us, his open mouth trailed down my neck, barely touching my skin, “I want to show everyone how good you look when you take my cock-“ Before he finished his sentence, I hurried my hands to the buttons of his shirt. “I’m not waiting until we eat-“

Laughing, he gripped my hands tight and made me let go, “Oh, you are. You’re going to be a good girl and take it when I give it, understood? Or… you can beg, see if I care,” He trailed off, walking off to the fridge.

Looking at him, I already knew the evening was going to be long. But fuck, it sounded promising. I was not against begging, not if it was him.

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writeyouin · 3 years

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Hi there, can I request a headcannon list for tfp ratchet? Something where Reader, who is usually very easy going and wears a smile on their face is one day very quiet, only for Ratchet to find out that their family is practically estranged from them when they found out that they're gay. ty for your work!

Transformers Prime / Reader Insert – Family

A/N – Hey, so this got pretty angsty and bittersweet. I just hope that all of you know that being gay is great. It can be so difficult to be proud when someone doesn’t accept you, but I promise that the world gets better, especially when you find other supportive people. Friends are the family we choose for ourselves, and I hope that message stays with all of us.

Warnings – Angst.

Rating – T

For once, Ratchet found himself able to work peacefully in the base. The other Autobots were out on various missions. Jack, Miko and Raf were in school. Agent Fowler was at his own official place of work, and you had gone straight to the archives room as soon as you had entered the base.

‘Yes,’ Ratchet thought, satisfied. ‘All is quiet.’

It took him a long time to turn his processor to you. While it wasn’t unusual for you to go about your own business, it was certainly out of character for you to pay so little heed to Ratchet.

Sure, you always let him work when he was busy, but you also always greeted him with a smile, pestering him until you got one in return.

Ratchet couldn’t remember a day when you hadn’t told him not to be such a sour-puss, or sang his name until he paid you heed. Out of the humans, you were his partner, helping him in many a scientific task, once he had taught you what to do.

You joked, you sang, you danced, and you laughed. So, what had changed today?

Yes, Ratchet had found that he was able to work better in the peace and quiet that had befallen the base, but was there such a thing as it being too quiet?

“Bah,” Ratchet grumbled. He was over-reacting.

You couldn’t always be the easy-going, happy-go-lucky person who radiated warmth and life throughout the base. There had to be a limit to your seemingly endless supply of energy. Reassured in his conclusions, Ratchet got back to work. You would come to see him when you were ready to, and probably with some data from the archives that he needed.

Hours later, when Ratchet was sure that he was close to a breakthrough in his research, he found that he had hit something of a mental block. On the rare occasions when that happened, you were always there to talk him through his problems, or listen to him rant until he figured out what he was missing. It seemed that you always had a way of sensing his troubles.

Ratchet waited to hear your voice, but he was met with only silence. There had been a time when he worked alone, needing no such reassurances from anyone, but that time was long gone. The simple fact of the matter was that he needed your seemingly endless supply of positivity to spur him on.

Muttering to himself in a way that only those with old souls do, Ratchet left his work console in search of you.

“(Y/N), do you have a minute?” He called, upon distractedly entering the archive room. “I need to bounce some ideas off you.”

You stared up at Ratchet with hollow eyes. Ratchet had seen every emotion possible in his fellow Cybertronians. He knew sadness, guilt, despair, anger, resentment, and longing. As a medic, it was his job to heal the mind as well as the body. He had sworn an oath to help those in need where he could, and clearly, you needed his help now.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Ratchet said, getting straight to the point; he never wasted time beating around the bush where people’s health was concerned.

“Hm? It’s nothing,” You answered in a dull monotone that didn’t suit you.

“Don’t lie,” Ratchet reprimanded.

You looked to the ground sadly, making Ratchet feel somewhat guilty that he hadn’t spent more time adopting a soothing tone. Still, it was too late for pleasantries now, so instead he waited for you to speak.

When it became apparent that you weren’t going to answer him, Ratchet spoke again.

“You can tell me now, or you can tell me later. Either way, neither of us are leaving this room until you talk. Clearly something is bothering you, so you may as well get it over with now.”

You knew that Ratchet wouldn’t really hold you verbally hostage against your will. If you told him that you weren’t ready to talk about what was bothering you yet, he would leave you be. Still, you didn’t want him to worry over you, nor did you want him to treat you like you were made of glass, afraid to say or do anything that might upset you.

“I’m just having a hard time right now… With my family,” You admitted.

Ratchet considered your statement momentarily. Cybertronians rarely had problems with so called ‘family.’ While all Cybertronians had creators, it didn’t seem to hold the same weight as the title of parent. Besides that, the few Cybertronians that did have family by Earth definitions were usually estranged from them, or their relatives were dead. Ratchet had a nephew, Medix, out in the galaxy somewhere, but he had not seen the young bot for quite some time.

Humans, he had learned, had strong familial bonds where possible. Ratchet wasn’t sure that he had the cultural understanding to help with whatever was troubling you; however, perhaps just the simple act of listening would alleviate your troubles.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asked.

You swallowed your fears, wondering exactly where you should start. Although you knew that Ratchet would not judge you for whatever you might say, your irrational mind reminded you of your previous rejection, injecting you with fear that it would happen again.

“I…” You began, closing your eyes against tears that threatened to spill. “My family don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Why?” Ratchet demanded, offended on your behalf. You were wonderful, positive, intelligent, and caring. What cause could they possibly have for abandoning you?

There was a time that Ratchet believed that Miko was estranged from her family, but it turned out that they simply wanted what was best for her, and they thought the answer to that lay in America. All the same, sometimes the girl would take the ground-bridge to Japan, so she could watch her parents through the windows of their familial home; it was the only time that she was ever sombre.

Ratchet instantly knew from your tone that this wasn’t the same.

“Don’t worry about this, Ratchet,” You told him, courage abandoning you when faced with telling him of your troubles.

One stern look from Ratchet told you that this issue wasn’t going to be dropped. You loved that he cared for you enough to ask about this, yet you also hated it. There was a time that you felt that you could tell your family anything, and it had cost you everything; you would be remiss to make the same mistake again.

However, pinned by Ratchet’s penetrating gaze, you felt obliged to continue with your story, explaining what had happened.

“Three years ago today, my family stopped talking to me… I just get sad around this time when I think of it.”

“(Y/N), please tell me what happened between you and your family.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, your voice cracking when you next spoke, “They don’t want me because I’m gay.”

Gay? Ratchet searched his memory banks for a brief conversation he’d had with Jack. Gay was the term humans used for attraction to the same gender. He remembered that humans had this primitive idea, usually based on perversions of religious texts, that attraction to the same gender was shameful, disgusting, or dangerous.

Anger flared inside Ratchet’s processor. Both as a medical professional, and your friend, he wanted nothing more than to give your family the telling off that they deserved. However, as good as that would make him feel, this wasn’t about him, nor would it help the situation.

“There is nothing wrong with being gay,” Ratchet said resolutely, showing support in his unwavering stubbornness. “And your family are foolish for thinking so. I hope one day they get their heads out of their afts long enough to see what a wonderful person you have grown to be, and when that day comes, they had better beg your forgiveness.”

Although those weren’t traditional words of comfort that Ratchet was offering you, you knew that he was doing his best.

“Thanks, Ratchet,” You murmured. “I hope so too.”

“Well…” He hummed, clearly unsure of where to go from here. “Would you like to help me with my research?”

You smiled sadly, “If it’s all the same to you, do you mind if I have a little alone time today?”

“Of course,” Ratchet nodded. He was about to leave when he thought of one more thing that had to be said. “Cybertronians know little of family matters. That being said, the other Autobots and I are honoured to have you as a part of ours.”

“Thank you, I needed that.”

Ratchet gave a sympathetic smile, leaving you in the archive room and vowing to check on you again before you left.

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Cliche (Tobin x Reader)

Request: Marriage Proposal

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog

“I’m just saying, I opened my inbox. SOMEONE should have messaged me,” Tobin said, tugging on her hair frustratedly. You watched in amusement, loving the way the sunlight caught her hair, as you exited the movie theater. She was so focused on her tirade that she didn’t even look down as she stumbled over an uneven brick in the patio, just continued walking. “It’s been open for days and I reblogged several of those ‘send me a number and I’ll answer a question’ posts!”

“Babe, you run an anonymous fandom blog for a sci-fi television show that stopped running 15 years ago,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“19 years, ago,” Tobin corrected, “and it has a pretty strong fanbase! That fanart I made got at least 100 likes.”

“You’re just lucky they didn’t match the brush strokes or something and figure out it was you. Like they did with your other fake Tumblr. They’re like crazy detectives,” You said side eyeing your girlfriend.

“I mean, I was making fanart of us on that one, it was pretty obvious.”

“I love it when you paint me, but It’s really creepy that you put it on the internet,” You huffed, crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

“Oh come on, I only posted the ones I made from press photos. You have a problem with the high definition, you talk to Alyssa’s girlfriend. She’s the photographer.”

“As long as you keep your drawings just for us, yeah?” You asked. Tobin had quite the eye, and she often found her greatest inspiration when you were relaxed. When you let your guard down. That mess the that many of her sketches of you were most certainly not suitable for public consumption.

“Anything I draw from life instead of from a screen I keep.” Tobin winked at you and linked her arm through yours. “So, what did you think of the movie? Or was it too romantic for you, you action-thriller loving fiend?”

You shrugged. “I think it was a little too cliche. Like who the fuck brings a diamond ring to the airport and uses the intercom to propose to the girl who just dumped him for a job across the country? And then she chooses him?” Some plots just made zero sense. At least your action movies didn’t force a girl to choose a person who was completely wrong for her.

“Oh come on, everyone loves cliches. I’ve seen the number of ‘there were only one bed’ fics you’ve read.”

“Those aren’t forced heteronormative love stories that don’t actually care about the characters” You scoffed.

“I have seen your archive of our own bookmarks, do we want to continue this conversation?” Tobin said sweetly, looking at the windows of the shops you passed, though you could see her suppressing a smile. She loved winning, be it argument or soccer game.

“My archive history doesn’t count,” you grumbled, pouting. It wasn’t your fault you had been kinda into Bellatrix dating Hermione, especially when they were both the same age and you got to see some Hogwarts hijinks (it helped you weren’t a Ron fan either).

“Sure, sure. Tell you what. You don’t like my new favorite Rom-Com? Show me you can do better,” Tobin gestured to the outdoor coffee shop along the route ahead. “Real life coffee shop AU. Here’s your chance to defy heteronormative love stories and cliches in the most romantic way possible.”

“Just please don’t spill your drink on me ok? You already have my number,” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You happened to like this shirt and didn’t want it to get ruined.

“That would be a cliche, wouldn’t it? I thought you wanted to avoid those?” Tobin said, raising her eyebrows to mirror yours as she pulled out a chair from one the tables, “you’re chair, mon chere?”

“You can be quite the Gentlelandy miss Heath if I do say so myself,” You smirked, settling into the chair she had pulled out for you, kissing her cheek.

“Why thank you,” Tobin said, tossing her hair back playfully before settling into her own seat. She grabbed the menu and opened it up. “So, what are you thinking? Asking the barista to make heart-shaped foam? Splitting a pasta dish and reenacting lady and the tramp?”

“I was thinking a cafe mocha with no whip, and I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t sell spaghetti,” you said, setting your chin on your hands, leaning on the table.

“I think I’ll get a nice chai latte. And a muffin on the side.”

“Lame. How do you live in Portland and hate coffee?”

“I thought you were supposed to say nice things. We already know each other, this can’t be enemies to lovers AU!”

“You’re still stuck on that?” You asked, sighing when Tobin raised her eyebrow at you. “Fine. How nice of you to choose a predictably unusual drink, and healthy snack for our date. Better?”

Tobin snorted. “Undeniably.”

“Good,” you watched her as she placed your orders with the waitress, thinking over what to do. She managed to place the order with her usual level-headedness, but she had the slightest smirk as she turned back to you. It was both loving and a challenge.

“Babe,” you said, “I literally have no idea how to make this a living coffee shop AU. I can’t remember the last time I read one of those where neither of the characters was a barista.”

“First I think we talk about random things while sipping our drinks, wondering how we get each other so well,” Tobin started, setting your drink on the table in front of you.

“So basically do what we normally do, but with added pressure?”

“Yep! Wanna start? You can tell me about that new fanfic writer you’ve been reading? The one who writes the really cute Sonnett fics?”

“Oneanddone has a couple… it’s like they actually know about Snippets from her and Lindsey’s relationship,” You said, your lips ticking up.

“That sounds fun and not at all creepy,” Tobin said, leaning forward.

“The best one was where Lindsey flew all the way to Sweden to propose. It was cute, but entirely too cliche,” You winked at Tobin, so she knew you were continuing the joke. “She just showed up and proposed after Emily won the championship and Emily kissed her hard hat and all. Like they would give the fans that much PDA in one shot,”

“Hmmm, better check for cameras then,” Tobin said, ruffling in her pocket. You heard the sound of candy wrappers, as usual following a movie with her.

“What?”

Tobin got down from her chair and kneeled in front of you. “Y/M/N, I have liked you since the first day I met you. You were smart, beautiful, and had a hell of a right hook. Watching you on that punching bag was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, up until the day you agreed to go out on a date with me. And the date after that, and the date after that. I fell in love with a woman who’s not afraid to have an opinion, who will ask to pet every dog she sees, and who loves listening to me rant about any subject over the moon. Now I know you don’t like cliches, so I didn’t get you a diamond,” She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held the ring pop up for you to see, “I got you a cherry. I also have a grape and orange in my purse. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, forgoing the ring pop in favor of kissing your girlfriend- fiancé.

“Such a cliche,” she murmured against your lips, threading her fingers through your hair.

“Shut up and kiss me,”

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