#most of u are probably offline or in bed now

[khihi]

i say it a lot but i really do love you guys, both these fandoms feel like extended families :( <3

#if you told me last year i'd have had so many sweet birthday messages this year i'd have laughed #most of u are probably offline or in bed now #so i'm imagining this post like a message drawn on a foggy window or mirror #yeah it'll have dissappeared by the time you come back but it was here

[arminsumi]

. . . 彡 🗑️ trash draft: goodboy façade.

NOTE: i present to u... nerd armin crumbs. i've sat on this thing for months, it was part of a longer fic that i had planned out but it was too much to write for me so i gave up on it lol

🔞 minors don't read or interact / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content

WARNINGS — stereotypes, m*sturbation, sending nxdes for a paid dare, mentions of alcohol but not being drunk, mean reader, min's fantasies include creampies, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

He was sick of it. Sick of seeing that red tint on your lips. Sick of the way his pants tightened up at your flirting. Sick of only having your lips around his dick in his fantasies.

And good god, he had an endless stream of fantasies. As far as his imagination's concerned, you've had sex with him every day.

His fist isn't enough. His daydreams of you aren't enough. He needs to really feel you, or he might actually explode.

But despite his overwhelming lust, his hands are tied behind his back, and his shirt collar is as pristine as his goodboy façade.

You know how you turn him on, in fact you're sorely aware. It's almost amusing to see him suffer.

He blushes up to his ears when you compliment him. His pants tighten when you murmur dirty jokes into his ear. He nearly chokes on air when you 'accidentally' press your thigh against his during Levi's lectures.

Your scent lingers on his T-shirt and he can't help but inhale them and start rubbing his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

He's focusing hard on the image of you pawing at his bulge, teasing him for being too wimpy to make a move himself. His fantasy grows bigger with each stroke of his hand, his pretty pink tip is flushed and throbbing underneath the grey fabric. The outline of his cock looks like something right out of a hentai, and the same goes for his moans.

He muffles his whimpers on his hand, imagining that it's your lips muffling the sound instead. He gives his aching cock a few squeezes through his sweatpants. He heard a rumor that you tend to tease like that.

Just as he gets into it, his phone erupts with dinging notifications. Right then, it's the most annoying sound on earth. He's torn right out of his fantasy of you.

The repetitive sound gets on his nerves, that is, until he checks who its from, and sees that it's you messaging him.

His jaw fucking drops at the message. His brain short circuits. Is his vision deceiving him? Is this real life right now? He's just about losing it.

Meanwhile, you're giggling over your phone screen with your girl friends. The time glares at you in the corner; 2:45 am.

Everyone at this party thinks that you're wasted, but that's one of the many talents you possess; acting drunk when actually you're as sober as a priest.

Your girl friends can't stop with their stupid, drunk giggles.

"Alright, I did it. Pay up." You smile evilly over at your favorite blond, Tori.

She groaned and pulled out her phone. Within a couple of minutes, you received a notification that your wish list was 'anonymously' purchased.

"Thanks, Tori, 'love you!" You coo and smile, pulling her in for a hug.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it..." She giggles to herself, "Armin is probably too prudish to stare at it too long, you know."

Your smile morphs into a cruel smirk. In this friend group, there is no debate about Armin's 'prudishness'. What's the problem with being a virgin at twenty-two years old? Nothing at all, there's nothing wrong with that; but your opinions have molded to fit the shape of your friends, haven't they? So you just agree that Armin is the biggest prude at your college.

And that poor boy, that poor boy, he's laying in bed freaking out over the fact you sent him a nude of yourself, meanwhile you're getting back to partying.

You did not just accidentally send him your best nude, there's no way.

What's worse than the lack of context is the fact you went offline right after he read the message. There's no way, he thought.

Armin can't even form a thought. His eyes are just glued to his screen. He subconsciously brought his face closer, and his hand dove under his pants.

There's no way it was an accident, he knows that, he's not an idiot. He's the valedictorian of your college.

Whimpers fill Armin's dorm room. His mind is racing. Heart palpitating. Your name falls off his lips while he approaches one of the best orgasms he's had in a while.

Before he knows it he's spurting hot ropes of his cum all over his shirt, the shirt that smells like your scent. Your name echoes off his walls, and in his mind he's just deliciously filled you up to the brim with his milky white release.

#🗑️ — trash #mdni #smut #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin x fem reader #armin x f reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader

[yourmcu]

Mesmerized (iii)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax​ said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 2,138

A/n: notes at the end

Warnings: crash, mentions of explosion, swearing, space mission, soft!nat, quill’s a jerk

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Your departure from Earth made its one-year mark.

Natasha hasn’t felt like herself since you left. She’s known you for a few months but it felt like ages, it felt like she knew everything about you from the amount of time you spent together.

It’s not like you had a choice. The guardians needed you and of course you’re gonna be there for them too. They saved your ass countless of time and, well, they’re your family.

“Shit!”

Natasha frowns, leaning forward a bit from her sitting position. “What’s wrong?”

You fail to respond back. You curse once more in realization that you had no more ammo left in your guns, using your fire conjuring abilities is risky in this situation too, given on what type of creatures you're fighting.

Rocket is still determined to fight but you know he’s not gonna make it alive so you pick him up and sprint to your ship.

“I had it under control!” The raccoon yells.

“You’re kidding, right? The others already left!” You boom, fiddling with the buttons and levers of the ship to try and start it. The rattling of the monsters behind getting you frazzled. “Fucking-”

“Out of the way before you burn the controls, I got it.”

You go to the back part of the ship to reload all your weapons. You sigh in relief when Rocket managed to start the ship.

The mission went horribly wrong. People died and you were outnumbered. You almost set Groot on fire because of how overwhelmed you were, the fact that Quill was expressing how pissed he was at you didn’t help. Usually the team had every mission handled and sorted. You weren’t used to losing.

And you forgot Natasha is still connected to the call.

She just listens further. It's more silent than earlier so she figured you got away from whatever happened, but she's ready to try and help whatever it takes even though she's a thousand miles away.

“Quill’s not responding,” you frown, frantically searching the back of the ship for the backup weapons. “He must’ve turned his comms off. Can you contact the other ship there?”

“No, offline,” Rocket mumbles, more focused on getting the ship moving. “But geez, you and him have to sort things out.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Save it, we’re still being followed!” Rocket swerves in attempt to knock off the creatures - who're still actively chasing the spaceship. They could fly, and there are a lot. You couldn’t imagine anything like it.

You try your best to fight them off through the spacious hatch on top, but of course you have no match for all of them. You wish Thor was here. As far as you knew he's sorting Asgard things out with Valkyrie.

Every minute just gets worse. The flight gets unstable the more those creatures are catching up, you're surprised they're so determined to destroy both of you.

“Can you go any faster?!”

“I can’t, can I?!” Rocket's driving and pressing multiple buttons for the jump at the same  time.

“Y/N,” Natasha calls out, hoping you could still hear her. “I can tell the team if you need any help-”

On your end, she just got more blasters and guns going off, orders flying between you and the raccoon.

“We need to shake them off, this ship’s not gonna handle them,” You say exasperated. “I’m gonna cause a distraction, got it? You need to get us out of here - anywhere - I don’t care how many jumps it takes!”

Rocket, as rare as it is, displays concern in his face, but he sighs and grips on the levers. “Ready when you are.”

You suck in a breath, letting out a huge burst of what seems like fire and just - heat, aiming at the creatures closest to the ship. It gets nearly all of them. The raccoon mutters a quick countdown, watching you fall unconscious from the hatch in the corner of his eye. He pushes the lever forward slowly, jumping to the one place he knows the both of you could get help.

Earth.

-

As soon as you let yourself go, Natasha loses the connection. The intensity of you using your powers like that might’ve affected it.

“God,” she mutters, pacing around her table, “Friday, you still have contact on that ship?”

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff,” the A.I responds, and for a moment, a huge explosion sounded somewhere in the forest near the compound. “...and they just landed. Would you like me to send you the exact coordinates?”

Of course Natasha doesn’t waste time to go out and find you. Thankfully Steve is around and was shaken by the sudden explosion too. It’s snowing, the forest covered with thick snow so it wouldn’t be hard to find wherever the ship crashed.

“She’ll be alright, Nat. We’ll find her.” Steve reassures.

Natasha’s breath hitches at the sight of the aircraft completely destroyed, pieces everywhere, she wasted no time to find you under all the rubble.

The unconscious raccoon isn’t hard to find, but you had it worse considering you were already out before the crash.

“Steve,” she states, walking over scraps and metal to get to you. You're sickly pale, giving Natasha the feeling that she's too late but she did feel a slight pulse. There’s blood on the side of your forehead but other than that,

“She’s freezing,” and it isn’t from the snow alone, she thought. You're colder than that. Natasha has an arm around your back and behind your knees, getting ready to carry you. “Steve, we-”

“I’ll call Bruce to get them sorted out. Try and find their stuff that’s not destroyed.” His tone is firm. He doesn’t wait for a response, gently grabbing you from her and strides back to the compound.

Natasha sighs. Almost everything she sees is unrecognizable except for a few complicated looking guns that definitely looks like Rocket’s and your bag you took on one of your dates. Biting the inside of her cheek, she opens it, sighing in relief when everything inside looked in order.

She finds a wallet-sized picture of both of you at a fair's photo booth. You always held onto it and kept it in your pocket most of the time that's why it looks worn out, probably from you holding it so much. This makes Natasha's heart ache, deciding to keep it for the meantime, carrying all your stuff that's left to the compound.

- You wake with a start. You're facing the clean white ceiling of the Avengers' med bay and you tilt your head to the side to see Natasha sleeping on a stool beside your bed with her head lulling forward and her arms are crossed. As much as you feel relieved to see her, you're confused on how you got here, how she found you. You lift your arm to gently pat the redhead awake. She sighs and goes to rub her neck. "You're cold." You smile softly, cringing at the rasp of your voice. "Didn't want you to be sore from the way you were sleeping." "I'm glad you're awake." "How long was I out?" Natasha gets up to get you a glass of water while you sit up the bed. "Twelve hours. You definitely needed the rest, everything sounded really crazy up there," she says. "Rocket's somewhere around, he left his bed the moment he got up." She hands you the glass and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Feeling how cold you still are since they found you in the forest, she grabs a remote to crank the heater up a bit. You purse your lips and cross your legs, looking at her. "How'd you find us?" "Let's just say we heard the impact of the crash from here," Natasha eyes the bandages on the side of your head for a moment. "It was really lucky your ship crashed nearby, but you know I wouldn't hesitate to get on the jet just to find you. And when I did, I... I thought you were-"

Your hand immediately goes to cup her cheek, the contrast of warm and cold making Natasha relax in your touch. "I'm here now. You saved me." She returns your smile and holds onto your hand on her cheek. "I missed you." "I missed you too." "You know, I did specifically set those coordinates," Rocket says as he enters the room with Tony. "Technically I saved us." Your smile only widens and Natasha chuckles, turning to Tony to see what he has to say about your condition. "You really wore yourself out there fireball, is she still freezing cold?" He asks this to Natasha specifically and she nods. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to your fists, clenching them, only noticing now that you are freezing. "I'm gonna run a simple test and if all goes as expected, Bruce is gonna give you a shot." "Have you already got a conclusion on what happened to me?" You question. Tony pulls out something from his pocket. "Sure have. Now set this on fire." He tosses you a solid crumpled paper. Holding it between three fingers you expect it to turn into ash in your palm, but it stayed the way it is. You're looking at it now to help focus on setting it on fire but it still stayed as normal paper. Natasha grips you on the arm. "I think that's enough." "You went all out with your powers. I did see you let out an overwhelming amount when we were trying to outrun those creatures before you passed out." Rocket states. "Naturally it'll come back, but the shot should help you with your... body temperature and hopefully the speed of recovery." Tony adds. You groan, back landing on the pillow behind you. Not only does losing your powers suck but you aren't a big fan of needles either, but you'll deal with them if you really have to. Natasha's hand slowly crawls up to intertwine with yours, although her attention was still on Tony. "She's gonna have to stay here at least until she recovers, right?" She also looks at Rocket if he has any objections but he merely nods his head. "'Course, they're welcome here for as long as they want." Tony claps his hands together and dismisses himself, Rocket following behind. "In the meantime I'll be figuring out a way to build a new ship." The raccoon says before closing the door behind him. Natasha makes her way to sit beside you and you automatically scooch to make space and rest your head against her shoulder, taking a breath. "You alright?" You shrug. "I guess I do feel pretty useless without those powers. I mean, Quill without a doubt would never let me go on missions anymore. I'd just be a burden to everyone." She lets go of your hand to put around you. "Everything doesn't revolve around your powers, Y/N. You're not useless. I bet you could take that Quill guy down in a fist fight." You let out a chuckle, shaking your head. "What's that guy like anyway?" The sudden question makes your head perk up. "Oh, you know, Quill, he's a nice guy-" Natasha let out a noise, cutting you off. "Didn't sound like it while I was connected in the call." "He can be a mouthful to me sometimes," you admit quietly. "Not to everyone though, I do generally think he's a nice guy. I have no idea what I did that made him so pissed at me." You look up at her and she's staring at the wall, seeming like she's deep in thought. "He doesn't hurt you, does he?" "God, no. He's not like that," you say. "If he did want to of course I wouldn't just take it." Natasha smiles, "that's my girl." You hung your head low so she couldn't see the way you flushed at the phrase, biting your lip to hold in a smile. “I’m glad you have my back, though.”

“I always do. Always will.”

"So, when can I leave this room?"

"After Bruce gives you the shot, then we can do whatever we want." She tilts your head up to move your hair out of your face. You look at her with an amused expression, "where do you plan on taking me this time?” Natasha smirks at the question. She loves spending all her time with you and the sight of you enjoying yourself makes it better. "There’s a new bookstore open, thought you might like it. Also an amusement park. It’s a few hours away but I can always drive. Oh, Tony’s cabin. I’m sure he’d love you to meet his newborn Morgan.”

“Sounds like you have a list,” you muse.

Natasha hums, pulling you closer. “I do.”

-

final one!! no one’s really looking forward to this but I enjoyed writing it anyway :)

btw wrote this way before thor: love and thunder so i have no idea what him and the guardians are up to but i wish them the best

[shameless plug] check out this natasha ambience i made some people thought it was cool

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff oneshot #natalia romanova #natalia alianovna romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x fem!reader #black widow imagines #avengers #the avengers #avengers imagines #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #thor odinson #steve rogers #tony stark #bruce banner #thor #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #fem reader #fem x fem #marvel #marvel imagines

[heaveninhell20]

my first jily fic (in texting form lol)

~ 3:43 am ~

James: Lils

James: LILS

Lily: what

James: Is it just me… or is there someone standing outside my door?

Lily: what

Lily: how am i supposed to know that lol

James: This is not funny there’s literally someone here and AT THIS TIME

Lily: james it’s ok

Lily: but you have to open the door to see who it is

Lily: at least do you have a security camera outside your home??

James: No

Lily: then how can you see them??

James: I can see them from my window upstairs

Lily: then open it

James: LILS I can’t just open the door to random people at this time like that

Lily: then don’t, go to SLEEP and leave me alone

James: Lily they knocked again

James: CRAP

James: I just saw them try to open the door handle!!!

lils is offline.

James: LILYYYYY

James: Lily can you please wake up

James: I don’t want to call the police if this isn’t an emergency

James: But I feel like I should

lils is online.

Lily: what the fuck james

Lily: they tried to open the door handle?!

Lily: you need to call the police

James: You really think so?

Lily: what’s going on now

James: They’re still there. They seem like they’re waiting…?

Lily: jesus

Lily: do they know you’re awake?

James: Most likely not

James: All my lights are off

Lily: please don’t make any moves and keep watching him

Lily: should i call sirius or remus??

Lily: they’ll probably scare him away

Lily: or her

Lily: is it a her?!?!

Lily: james what’s going on

Lily: hello?!

James: He just pulled back his hoodie

James: It’s a him

James: Wait

James: LILS

Lily: what?!

James: I feel like I’ve seen him before…

Lily: WHAT

Lily: JAMES WHAT

Lily: JAMES WHO IS THAT?!?!

Lily: i swear to god

Lily: who would do this????

Lily: im calling sirius

James: No wait

Lily: why?!

James: I think he’s gone…?

Lily: what he just vanished?

James: I don’t know lils I don’t see him anymore

James: I’m trying to, but this window is not letting me see anymore

James: Why the hell was he here, though?!

Lily: idk but wtf

Lily: at least he’s gone james

lils is typing.

James: Lily I just heard something from my kitchen

Lily: WHAT

Lily: JAMES IM CALLING SIRIUS

Lily: JAMES LOCK THE DOOR

Lily: JAMES PLEASE RESPOND??

James: I’m here don’t worry

Lily: what is going on??!?!

jamesjams is offline.

Lily: james?

Lily: JAMES Y R U OFFLINE RN

Lily: JAMES WTF

Lily: JAMES??!??!

Lily: fuck

Lily: goddamn that stalker

Lily: james please

Lily: JAMES

Lily: james i can’t fucking lose you

Lily: james please no

Lily: im calling the fucking police

Lily: james

Lily: shit shit shit james

Lily: ??!??!?!

~ 4:20 am ~

James: lils

James: LILS I WAS JUST JOKING

James: LMAO

James: there was no one at my door

James: did you really call the police?!

James: Even Sirius was in on it lol

James: You were supposed to call him though, not the POLICE

James: …

James: Lils are you mad now

James: I’m sorry it was just a joke

lils is online.

Lily: it was a sick fucking joke

James: lol

Lily: stop it james

Lily: you don’t what state you had me in

Lily: i really did almost dial emergency

James: Lils wtf I’m sorry

James: I didn’t know it would make you call the police

James: You were supposed to call Sirius

Lily: that’s what you’re fucking worried about rn?!

James: Ok ok I’m really sorry

Lily: no you’re not

Lily: sirius called me and told me before i called the police

Lily: that you were just trying to get a reaction out of me

Lily: what kind of shitting reaction did you want james

Lily: me to laugh it off and say “fuck it”?!?!!?

Lily: fuck you james

James: Lils

James: I’m really really sorry lily

James: I didn’t mean to…

James: I’m sorry

James: Please forgive me lils

Lily: i fucking love you james

Lily: that kind of reaction is what a person who fucking LOVES you does

Lily: why did you think this was even funny?

James: It wasn’t

James: Lils please im a fucking idiot

James: A fucking douchebag for doing this

Lily: a swine

Lily: a shitty, arsebag swine

James: With my common sense somewhere in space

Lily: And your conscience

James: And my love

Lily: you’re damn right abt that

James: I’m sorry

Lily: you fucker

James: Sure, whatever you want

James: This fucker loves you

Lily: whatever

James: He really does

Lily: whatever

Lily: i don’t fucking care

Lily: im going to sleep

~ 4:45 am ~

James: Lils why r u still online and not asleep

Lily: i love you james

James: Ok

James: I know

James: And I do too

James: And I’m still really fucking sorry

Lily: ok

James: ok

Lily: ok

Lily: I uh

James: What lily

Lily: don’t call me lily

Lily: i don’t feel butterflies when you say lily

James: Do I really make you feel butterflies

James: Lils

Lily: i don’t know

Lily: they might as well be birds

James: I didn’t know I was capable of that

Lily: you don’t what you do to me james

James: *smirk emoji*

James: that emoji is me right now

James: except it’s missing the heavy blush marks

James: and sleepy eyes

Lily: fuck you james

Lily: in a good way

James: thanks lils

Lily: i wish you were here

James: with you or with you in bed?

Lily: shut up

Lily: both

James: your imagination will have to do

Lily: i hate that

Lily: but ok

Lily: my eyes are taking over james

Lily: good night

James: sleep tight lils

James: i love you

James: dream of me

Lily: naturally don’t worry

James: :)

#thisismyfirstficlol #THISWASFORFUN #IDIDTHISWHENIWASBOREDLOLTHISISNOTGOOD #hopethiswasfuntoread #jily

[alwaysanotherrainbow]

my boyfriend never texts first

Remus just wants to not be the first one to send a message every once in a while. That’s not too much to ask, right?

relationship: romantic remrom, background remy and emile (also romantic)

warnings: major character death, extended mourning (secondary warnings- brief discussion of religious holidays, brief underage drinking mention, a lot of all-caps) notes: unrelated, human, hs/college au. virgil, emile, and remy are here too. If you need anything in the secondary warnings (or one of those latter three characters) edited out, please let me know and I can put that up for you!

____________________________________________________

Remus always texted him first. Always. It didn’t matter the situation, didn’t matter the time date place name face. Who what when where why. It first started when he texted hi roman :) when they first got phones; for whatever reason, Roman just never texted first. Either he’d call or they’d talk in person.

No matter. Remus could cope.

May 1:

8:37 PM tody i saw you by my locker 8:39 PM *today 8:42 PM why didnt you say hi?

May 2:

9:30 PM a teacher talked to me today 9:30 PM wanted to talk about how i’m doing after 9:52 PM well you know. he’s a sick bastard

Really, it wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? He just wanted to see him text first once in a while! May 7:

3:32 PM: by the way idk if you got this last time 3:36 PM: my class ring size is the medium 3:44 PM: hopefully you order it by the deadline :P 4:03 PM: no idea when the deadline is 4:20 PM: bLAZE IT 4:24 PM: sorry i have like 0 money so i got it from the consignment shop 4:31 PM: i hope you like synthetic rubies!! leaving them with ur dad 10:40 PM: update. i cried for four hours with your dad.

June 2:

7:30 AM: gRaDuAtIoN dAy!!! 7:32 AM: there’s cookies in the reception menu 7:35 AM: snickerdoodles your favorite [eyes] 10:02 AM: i’m getting some for u 10:05 AM: [kissy face] 7:40 PM: the announcement was Weird 7:43 PM: anyways i have the snickerdoodles (Remus couldn’t go over to where Roman was staying, so he left them in the living room. He knew Roman would appreciate them. Hopefully he’d come over (wait, probably not, given...))

Well, actually, he could understand why he never texted first. June 11:

12:14 PM: roMAN 12:16 PM: [Attachment: Remus_Picani-Kleitman_Acceptance_Letter.pdf] 12:18 PM: YEAHHHH 12:24 PM: I’m sure you got in too SEND ME YOURS WHEN YOU GET IT 12:32 PM: WE MIGHT SHARE A ROOM YEA 12:35 PM: [Attachment: celebration.jpg]

Everyone was probably saying that he ought to just move on, but to be honest, he couldn’t... Actually, to be honest, no-one had told him to move on to his face yet. In fact, everyone was surprised he was doing so well, given how bad the circumstances were! The situation was stressing him out so much, even his dads were gently advising him to rethink things. (Well, that was part of the territory with one of them being a therapist and the other being a barista.)

“I got y’all some kouign-amann from the cafe,” said Dad, putting it down on the counter. His shirt had SLEEP scrawled on it with a Sharpie; it was the one that Remus had made for him as a joke. He still wore it. Huh.

“Sweetie, what’s a queen amahn?” asked Papa.

“It’s a... er, it’s like a... this is kinda like a croissant that had dreams of a muffin tin and salted caramel. One for you, babe.... then one for Doodlebug-”

“Can I leave some for Roman?” asked Remus.

They exchanged a glance.

“Of course you can,” said Papa with a smile. “Your candle’s on the table. Also, I got the news about being accepted into university? Good job, kiddo. You know, that was your father’s alma mater.”

“Are you sure you want to go to school right away after...? No problem taking a gap year.”

Papa glared at Dad. “Be nice.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, it’s just...” Dad put down his coffee. “If you’re not ready, if you need more time-”

"I’m sure,” said Remus with a grin, trying to get rid of what he just remembered. “Trust me.”

“Please find a good way to put away the snickerdoodles, they’ve been there since last week!” shouted Papa.

June 12:

12:12 AM: its twelve twelve make a wish 12:15 AM: hey when does your phone bill go out? 12:20 AM: im just saying that would Explain some things 12:22 AM: i know your dad pays Everything like a year in advance 12:34 AM: tell him i say hi 12:34 AM: 12:34 MAKE A WISH

July 12:

3:30 PM: guess who’s a double major in bio and theatre!! 3:32 PM: marine biology babey 3:53 PM: it’s good for the SOUL 4:04 PM: this cute octopus reminded me of you by the way 4:10 PM: [Attachment: for_roman]

August 14:

6:24 PM: moving in is the Worst 6:32 PM: by the way i got a single 6:35 PM: no roommates 6:41 PM: still have the bunk tho 6:44 PM: also got ur favorite pillo

August 30:

2:12 AM: roman it is like two o’clock in the morning what the Heck are you doing here, 2:15 AM: if u see me wave Hi 2:32 AM: ok >:c 2:42 AM: dont mind Me just studyin on top of the planetarium 3:15 AM: tbh i didn’t even know we go to the same campus? haven’t seen you around or anything 3:17 AM: shit phones gonna di

September 28:

2:20 PM: i failed my test 2:22 PM: idk what to d 2:24 PM: *do

September 29: 7:30 PM: remember that octopus you gave me that eats negative emotions? 7:32 PM: it works!!

October 3:

1:10 PM:  You’d like the theatre program, really 1:15 PM: just so u know they’ve listed your name as an ‘honorary member of the class of’ 1:19 PM: that’s really nice of them. idk if your dad knows

October 23:

9:45 AM: i had to explain one of our inside jokes 8( 9:52 AM: i can’t Explain the deodorant thing that was One Time 9:55 AM: also why i’m called The Duke 9:56 AM: its bc you said it. not my fault 9:58 AM: its still cute pls call me that still 9:59 AM: pancake brunch pancake brunch pancake brunch October 31: 6:12 PM: sun’s down! joyous samhain 6:15 PM: i remember when you sewed me that octopus btw, the one that eats ucky feelings 6:19 PM: how long did it take you to get the laurel sachet into it?? 6:34 PM: also thank you thank you thank you for helping me find a friendly church to celebrate all saints day 6:47 PM: that year was a NIGHTMARE because you forgot to get your white candles and carnelian, and i forgot my holy water, so we were driving around town like Madmen 6:59 PM: it was worth it though 7:03 PM: i left you a script, i think you’ll like it.

November 9:

11:19 PM: i miss you so so much.

November 10:

12:20 AM: ignor this i drank like 12:24 AM: a lot 1:15 AM: i’m sorry i should’ve been with you 1:22 AM: i shouldve been there With You. 1:45 AM: but i wasn’t 2:20 AM: i didn’t know thered be a 4:11 PM: shit i just saw these. Sorry to bother you December 2:

10:10 AM: hey roman, been a bit. yea sorry about last time. too much of the Alcohol 10:13 AM: gonna go over to my parents’ house 1:00 PM: if you wanna come over, you can. dad’s making snickerdoodles and papa’s gonna watch atla (yes i still have that dvd you got me do not @ me it’s with your candles on your table just like everything else) 1:03 PM: that was on the dot, i’m happy.

December 21

8:34 AM: hey, it’s snowing 9:13 AM: couldn’t help leaving you some hot cocoa. and snickerdoodles of course 10:12 AM: i love you Remus went to go help his dads with making breakfast, but by the time everyone was done cleaning and they had finished watching some shitty Hallmark movie, he remembered that he had left his phone upstairs. Going upstairs and looking at it, he felt something in him break.

[2 Unread: Roman <3, bf’s dad]

10:22 AM, Roman <3: Why are you texting this number? 11:15 AM, bf’s dad: Remus, disregard that last, I’m so sorry. I just found his phone and I saw only the recent message first

The phone started ringing. Remus answered it as quickly as he could.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Sanders I didn’t know that someone was actually getting these messages I thought the line was out,” he said within a few seconds before the person on the other side sighed.

“No, it’s quite all right. And Virgil’s all right, by the way, if you prefer. I... I was just looking through his things for the first time. You know, it being a holiday and all... Memories, things like that.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“I just turned the phone back on, I’m getting a lot of messages.”

“Oh.” Remus stared at the wall, trying to come to terms with everything. “Well, I--”

“I’m not going to stop paying for his phone. I’m sorry, I just... I still have his voicemails on it, and I can’t stand the thought of it going offline either.”

“Right, I... I listen to it too.”

“I happened upon the last one he sent to you.”

“You looked at the messages?”

“I only looked over when I stopped getting new ones, but I saw the last question he sent you. For your ring size.”

“Yeah? He asked my ring size so that he could--”

“There’s no easy way to say this, but.. I found something of his. Can you come over?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, but can you please tell me what it was? Please?”

“I really think I should tell you this in person.”

“Please, Mr. Sanders. Please, I... I can’t manage that.”

He sighed. “All right, Remus. I found an early acceptance letter to SJAU, and... and a ringbox.”

Remus felt his grasp on the phone grow weak. It fell onto the bed, Mr. Sanders’ voice still clear.

“I think he was going to ask for you to....”

“No, we... We were just out of high school, I-- that doesn’t make sense.”

“He always was one for those romantic gestures. There’s some poems here, too. A life-plan. I’m not sure exactly what malacology is, but--”

“Mollusks. Like octopi and squids.. Sorry for cutting you off, what was that?”

“Some of it’s in your handwriting, but one of the entries is ‘ask him’, for the day after... you know.”

God, he could hear his sad smile through the phone. He knew exactly how Mr. Sanders looked right now just talking to him, probably wearing that hoodie that was too big on him, in a dusty room full of things that used to belong to the most vibrant person that Remus had ever met.

But then Roman had died.

He was the most wonderful person, and he had just died.

“I’ll come over to deliver the ring to you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s... that’s fine. Uh, call my dads first, though. They’re still not convinced I’m doing okay.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to you later, Remus.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”

The line went dead in his hands.

Remus held himself and wept.

December 28:

12:30 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: Mr. Sanders, would you like to come over for our New Year’s party? 12:34 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: It’s a tradition we had. You don’t have to if you’d rather not. 12:45 PM, Virgil Sanders: I’d love to go.

January 1:

12:00 AM: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 12:05 AM: [Attachment: :)] 12:07 AM: we are all smiling in this photo and for that i think we deserve a hug. 12:10 AM: this rings the most beuatifl thing i’ve ever fuckign seen. thank you,, 12:14 AM: never gonna get rid of it <3 12:16 AM: it looks Good on my finger 12:30 AM: jsyk your dad’s asking my dads for the kouign amann recipe 12:32 AM: thats a pastry, i left those for u a while back 12:39 AM: okay i’m crying a bit but honestly, i love u 12:44 AM: I love you so so so much, Roman

Somewhere out there, whether it was from some wonderful paradise or beyond the veil or even only in wishful thoughts, Remus knew that someone was saying I love you too.

#remrom #remrom writing #my fics

[elareine]

If I had a type (then baby it would be you) (JayTim)

The club is crowded tonight. Some people clearly recognize him, turning to their companions and mouthing, ‘Is that…?’ Tim ignores them and downs his second cocktail.

Tonight, he wants to let loose.

“Hi.”

Tim turns. Well, helloooo there. That’s one gorgeous man, Tim’s drunken brain tells him. Tall, tanned, with broad shoulders and thick thighs made for climbing.

And he smells…

“Hi,” Tim breathes back, then catches himself. “Hey. How’s it going?”

…fucking amazing. That’s definitely an alpha smell, jasmine and musk. It should be diluted by all the people around them, but it’s not; Tim can feel his mouth watering.

The man smiles, sharp. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”

“No,” Tim says.

The stranger nods. “Okay, then—”

“But we can dance.”

Huh. That’s not his own bed. And that’s a very naked man next to him.

Score, then. Tim yawns, feeling more rested and relaxed than in weeks. Damn. Looks like his friends were right. He needed this.

“Mornin’,” a warm voice greets him. Jason. That’s his name. “You sleep well?”

Tim smiles at him. “Yeah. You?”

“I’m not complainin’. How ‘bout some breakfast?”

“Sounds great.”

When they climb out of bed, though, Tim’s brain goes offline again for a different reason. That’s a whole lot of skin to look at. Plenty of scars, too; a burn mark on the side of his chest stands out. It seems almost fresh. And there are those thick muscles moving under the skin as he walks. When Jason bends over to put on some clean underwear, Tim has to turn away.

To distract himself, Tim starts picking through the clothes on the floor. Jesus, they just threw everything everywhere, didn’t they?

“Well,” he hears behind him, “gotta say, that’s a bit more than I was lookin’ for.”

When he turns around, Jason’s staring into the mirror at something on his neck.

“…please tell me that’s not a bond mark,” Tim groans even as he moves closer to inspect the mark.

“It’s not a bond mark,” Jason recites dutifully, tilting his neck to let Tim take a look. “Except it totally is.”

Yupp. That’s a clear imprint of Tim’s teeth, right over Jason’s scent gland. Greeeeat.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, your freak-out is making that abundantly clear,” Jason tells him, mouth twitching in amusement. “Chill. I’d have already thrown you out on your ass if I thought you did it on purpose.”

“You still should.” Tim cannot believe he did that. “What the fuck.”

“Aren’t they supposed to hurt?” Jason asks, frowning. “I didn’t even notice.”

“No idea, I never tried before.”

“Same. Guess the sex must’ve been great, huh?”

Tim’s eyes widen. “You don’t remember?” ‘Cause he’s not feeling lousy enough yet, is he? Jason didn’t seem drunk at all last night, but…

“Nah, I do. I meant for you, too.”

“Duh.” Tim points at the mark on Jason’s neck, relieved despite himself. “As if that doesn’t scream ‘good sex’ loud and clear.”

“Now that you say that… you certainly did a lot of screamin’. Screamin’ that you wanted to quiet down cause the neighbors were complaining.”

Tim will so have to apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Fisher. He doesn’t think a gift basket will cut it this time.

“So if you think about it that way,” Jason continues his line of thinking, “it’s totally my fault.”

“Is it?”

“Yupp. Cause my cock is clearly that good.”

Tim wants to follow that line of thought, he really does. Follow it, do some light banter that might lead to another round of that honestly great sex, but. “What the fuck are we gonna do now?”

Jason shrugs. “If we just don’t see each other, it’ll go away.”

“Yeah.”

They mull that over.

The quiet is broken by Tim’s tummy grumbling. Jason laughs. “Let’s have breakfast first.”

“Could you… maybe put on a shirt?” Tim asks. “That’s really distracting.”

“Maybe I won’t, then.” Jason winks. It’s not particularly smooth looking, more dorky than flirty, but Tim still feels his cheeks heat up.

Of course, that’s when his stomach decides to make itself heard again.

“Okay, fine,” Jason sighs dramatically. “Food first, then.”

Honestly, Tim thinks as he watches Jason scramble eggs over the rim of his coffee cup, the shirt doesn’t help much. Neither do the boxers, or the sleep-mussed hair. Or the shirt that he gave Tim to wear (“Don’t have to squeeze back into that thing.”) that smells just like him.

“Here,” Jason sets down a plate in front of him, then sits down with his own. Notably, next to Tim, because the table is small and only has one bench. Their thighs are pressed together.

“Thanks.” Distracted as he is, Tim is also starving, and those eggs are delicious. He tucks in.

“So, what do you do?” Jason asks conversationally.

“I’m a programmer,” Tim tells him. Technically, that’s true. It’s still the thing he likes best about his job. It’s just that he also used his parents’ fortune to start one of the biggest tech companies in the world. In his experience, that’s not a good conversation starter, though. “How about you?”

“I’m a teacher at Gotham Military U. For strategical ops and intelligence assessment.”

“Oh, wow. How long have you been serving?”

“Joined when I was still a kid, and, well. It grew on me, you could say.” Jason shrugged.

That explains the scars, then. Probably would be too much to ask about on a first date, would it?

Except this is not a date, Tim reminds himself. No matter how much it feels like one.

“Is that how you got the scars?”

“Most of them, yeah.” Jason doesn’t seem fazed, but Tim fancies he sees him hunch over a bit more. “I know they’re not pretty—”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Tim reassures him. “Kinda the opposite.”

And oh, Tim remembers that look in Jason’s eyes from last night. “Is that so?”

“Like that?” Jason whispers.

“Yeah,” Tim sighs, pressing back, “just like that.”

Jason sinks into him easily. Too easily. Omegas are, technically, built to relax and take it, but this is ridiculous.

Tim moans softly as Jason starts to move. It’s a lot gentler than last night, fitting the lazy mood of the morning. They move like that for ages, Tim eventually dropping a hand to his cock to lazily jerk himself off. The pleasure is slow to build, and all the more immense for it.

Jason kisses him, and Tim comes with that taste on his tongue and smell in his nose. Their scents are starting to mingle, he notices distantly but gets distracted when Jason moans into the kiss, swelling up inside him as he comes, too. God, yeah, that’s good. Tim doesn’t think he’s ever felt so full before and been this relaxed.

He must’ve spaced out a bit, because next thing he notices, Jason has arranged them on their sides, cradling Tim against him and keeping him comfortable while they’re still tied together.

Tim kisses the nearest available patch of skin in thanks. It just so happens to be on Jason’s neck.

“Correct me if I’m speakin’ only for myself here…” Jason starts, and Tim nods encouragingly. “But I’m thinkin’ it’d be a real pity if this stupid mark is what keeps this from happenin’ again.”

“What do you suggest?”

“We could just see where it goes.” Jason moves his left shoulder in what Tim will assume to be a shrug. “Go on proper dates. See if it’s still like this.”

“You don’t mind if it stays one-sided for now?” It might be unfair—no, scratch that, it’s definitely unfair, but as attracted as he is to Jason, Tim cannot be imagined being marked right now.

“Nah. If it starts fucking me up, I’ll let you know, but as far as I know, that’s not nearly as bad for alphas as for omegas.”

“And you don’t mind?” Tim asks again. “I can’t imagine that’s the kinda thing that’ll fly well with the army.”

“Don’t you have a bunch of prejudices,” Jason drawled. “It’ll be fine. Some teasing, but I can handle it. Totally worth it.”

Somehow, Tim believes him. “Okay.”

Jason smiles as if Tim gave him a gift instead of the other way around. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tim presses another kiss to the bond mark, for good luck. ”Let’s try.”  

#jaytim #elareine writes #advent calendar 2019

[alicepink-me]

Secret Admirer

Story Summary:

With the help of Chat Noir, Marinette sends a love letter to Adrien. After that, there’s an exchange of many letters between Marinette and Adrien. Marinette is excited but later questions if she is actually writing to Adrien and thinks Chat Noir might actually be writing to her instead. Marinette tries to make sense of her love life and who her secret admirer actually is

Chapter 4: Smitten

Marinette stuck her tongue out as she continued to sew. She had been working on a black hoodie all day. She weaved the green paracord string through the hood before tying a knot at the end.

"Tada!" She held up the hoodie, admiring it. "Not bad, Tikki."

"Why again are you making Adrien a hoodie?" Tikki asked.

"Because he got me the new Ultimate Mecha Strike V game." Marinette held up the game case. "He got it for me so we can play against each other online. He remembered how fun that gaming tournament was a few years ago. And it was so sweet of him to get the newest one for me, so I'm gonna make him a hoodie to thank him." She looked at her phone. "And he'll be online in eleven minutes, so I'm just gonna finish a few more details."

"What are you gonna put on the front?" The hoodie remained blank.

Marinette turned to the hoodie. "I'm not sure, but I want it to be green. I feel like green is his color." She sighed. "I need an idea though."

"Don't worry, Marinette, you'll think of something." Tikki encouraged.

"Thanks, Tikki." Marinette swiveled her chair over to her computer and loaded the video game. "Now I just gotta wait for Adrien." She looked at her phone.

12 minutes later:

"Ugh." Marinette groaned. The wait was killing her, so she's been spinning in circles in her chair for the last five minutes. "Why isn't he online?"

"Maybe he's busy. Adrien does have a crazy schedule." Tikki said. "Maybe something came up. His dad is always giving him surprise photoshoots."

"Maybe." Marinette continued to spin. "I really should've been thinking of what to put on that hoodie." She said, checking her phone. "I had fourteen minutes to kill."

A bleep sounded from the computer. Marinette halted her spinning and fell off her chair. She stumbled up, dragging the keyboard off her desk.

"AgresteAdrien is online." Marinette read. "AgresteAdrien invited you to a game."

She squealed, her keyboard dragging her computer to the edge. Marinette panicked, but was able to save it. She fixed her keyboard and sat down, taking a deep breath. She clicked on the invite and put on her headset.

"Hey." Adrien said.

"H-Hey Adrien." She stuttered.

"Why do you so sound nervous?" He questioned.

Marinette selected her character. "U-Uh I'm not nervous. Definitely am-I mean not. Why would I be nervous?"

Adrien chuckled and the match started. "Wow you chose the Ladybug bot?"

"Well duh, it's the best one." She used her bot the slash at Adrien's. "Why did you choose the weakest one? The apm is the lowest out of all the characters and he loses hp faster. You're gonna lose."

"Well this one is my favorite and strength isn't something to worry about. Smart moves play just as important of a role." He said, his bot attacking hers, destroying half her bot's health. "And it doesn't matter if yours is better because I'm going to crush you anyway."

Marinette calmly pressed a few buttons and her character charged up an attack. It jumped forward and eliminated Adrien's bot. "Doesn't look like it."

"You're just too good at this game."

"This is the first time I've played." Marinette announced.

"No, you probably practiced before this just so you can show me up in another game." Adrien laughed. "I was going easy on you before, but not anymore."

"Uh huh." Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Round Two." The game echoed.

Marinette smiled as her Ladybug bot began to beat Adrien's. Adrien's bot wasn't the strongest but he knew it very well. He was a very good opponent. Marinette grew up playing Ultimate Mecha Strike games with her papa, so she has most of the attacks memorized. This game might be new, but it's very similar to Ultimate Mecha Strike III, so it comes naturally to her. She was about to release her final blow, but just stared at Adrien's bot. She looked over at the hoodie.

"That's it." Marinette mumbled, a lightbulb going off. "I should put his video game character on the sweatshirt." She turned to her kwami.

"Yes!" Adrien exclaimed after annihilating her bot. "You shouldn't have underestimated me."

"That sounds like a great idea, Marinette, but-" Tikki began.

"Maybe I could embroider it or something." Marinette put her thumb under her chin, thinking.

Adrien stopped celebrating. "Marinette?"

"What do you think, Tikki? I'd have to get it done quickly though since Chat Noir is coming over tomorrow morning."

"Marinette." He repeated.

Marinette paused and her mouth hung open. She turned back to the computer screen and bit her lip for a moment, embarrassed. "Um . . . yeah?"

"Who are you talking to?" Adrien asked, confused. "Who's Tikki?"

"U-Uh . . . did-did I say Tikki?" Marinette scratched the back of her head anxiously. "I-I meant Tina . . . Tina my . . . my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes." Marinette answered unsurely. "My cousin Tina . . . came to visit."

"She came to visit?" Adrien paused for a minute, making Marinette nervous. "Well I should leave you to spend time with your cousin then. You know, family is important and you should enjoy the time you have with them while they're around."

"You don't have to!" Marinette blurted. "I mean . . . she was just leaving."

"No, I'll have more time tomorrow to get online again." Adrien said, pausing again. "It's no problem. You should really spend some time with your cousin."

"AgresteAdrien is offline." Marinette saw as it flashed on the screen. "Ugh!" She groaned, hitting her head on her desk.

"Think on the bright side, Marinette, now you have more time to work on the hoodie." Tikki encouraged.

"You're right, Tikki." Marinette picked her head off her desk. "I know what I want it to look like, so now I can finish it."

. . .

The Next Morning:

Marinette jolted up in her bed. She heard taping at her window. She squeezed her eyes shut before rubbing them. She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes open. Another few taps were heard. Marinette stood up and opened the trap door. She stuck her head through the opening to see the cat.

"I'll be up in a minute." She announced before disappearing.

Marinette walked down her steps and went to her desk. The sweatshirt wasn't wrapped, but it was inside an old fabric delivery box and taped shut. She finished at 5 a.m. so the gift itself can make up for the packaging. She wished she had thought of the idea a lot sooner because embroidery takes a long time. Marinette grabbed the box and walked back to her balcony.

"I like your hair." Chat complimented as he watched her crawl through the trap door.

Marinette ruffled her loose, messy hair. "Thanks, it's four hours of sleep." She held out the small package to Chat Noir. "Here, give this to Adrien."

Chat looked up at her sweetly while Marinette yawned. "A box?"

"Yeah, just give it to him." She pushed her hair back before turning around. "I'm going back to sleep. Just don't open it."

"Wait!" Chat Noir reached forward and grabbed her hand. He held it delicately as he pulled her back to him, closer than before. "What's inside?"

"It's for Adrien." Marinette smiled. "You don't need to be so nosy."

"Can I at least have a hint?" He inched closer.

"Nope." Marinette turned around and moved to her trap door. "Don't worry about it." She waved. "You know, curiosity killed the cat." She left and closed the door.

"But satisfaction brought it back." Chat mumbled.

. . .

Adrien gently opened the box. The box might be old and reused but he treated it like fine china. He pulled out the card on top and set it on the edge of his desk before picking up the sweatshirt. His mouth fell open as he held it up in front of him.

"Why a sweatshirt?" Plagg asked, eating a chunk of cheese.

"I don't know, Plagg. Maybe as a thank you for the video game."

Adrien flipped it around and pulled it over his head. He adjusted it and shook his now messy hair. A burning blush appeared on his cheeks. The hoodie was so warm. There was new vanilla scent and Adrien began to smell the hoodie.

"It smells like her." He muttered.

"Oh, somebody's smitten." Plagg chimed.

"No I'm not." Adrien denied, crossing his arms. "She's just a . . . friend. I couldn't have any feelings for her."

"You don't just memorize a friend's scent."

"I didn't memorize it. Marinette just always smells good." Adrien excused. "And I'm part cat, remember?"

"Technically, you're only part cat when you're transformed. You don't have an excuse right now." Plagg finished his camembert.

His cheeks were redder. "I just . . . like Marinette as a person. She was really nice and made me this hoodie and it just so happens to smell like her perfume. Nothing big."

"Uh huh." Plagg teased.

"I don't need to argue with you." Adrien layed on his bed and turned on his side. "I had a photoshoot at 6 a.m. and I'd really like to get some rest."

. . . 

@liebredavinci @i-am-so-done-like @yo-jes @ashtheteenagewitch @too-involved @ms-epicness @zazzlejazzle

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #marichat #fanfiction #secret admirer #tags

[exhoe-imagines]

the green room → jww

summary → watching wonwoo’s twitch streams had always been something you’d enjoyed, but never in a million years did you think you’d run into him so casually at his daytime job

word count → ~2k

genre/warnings → gamer/streamer!au, florist!au, gn!reader who is oblivious to flowers and their meanings, random overwatch references that i had to guess on bc im clueless djfkdsjfsd

a/n → SO @gamerwoo did not think i could attack her,, hence this fic was born !! i pray it will wound her the way i am hoping for !! also any references to overwatch were made from the content i see about it on her blog/faq so thank u rocket for unknowingly educating a dumb bitch like me 😪

“Anyway, I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the same time.” The boy smiled into his webcam, giving a shy wave to the screen. His brown eyes were hidden behind his round glasses, but they did little to cover up the flustered blush that covered his cheeks. It was obvious, as usual, that ending a stream proved to be difficult for him -- the awkward void of noise from his game commentary or the sound effects coming from his computer speakers leaving him in uncomfortable silence as he said goodbye.

You giggled softly as the stream turned black, before his offline screen popped up, displaying his social media and schedule links in a thin blue font. There was no need to click on them, at least for you, since you’d memorized his handles and stream times months prior.

To call you a fan of gamerwoo_96’s twitch would have been a bit of an understatement, one could say. You were quite picky with who you spent your free time watching, especially when it came to hour long streams. Besides Wonwoo, which was his real name, only a few other lucky gamers had you regularly on their accounts -- notably, yutodagames and pcy92, but your casual viewing on their channel was nothing compared to your dedication to Wonwoo.

There was something about how natural he was at playing, that you and his other couple hundred regular followers greatly appreciated. He didn’t seem dedicated to becoming big on Twitch, even showing signs of embarrassment when a large number of people tuned in for his streams. However, no one, not even himself, could deny his channel grew rather quickly.

You’d stumbled across his account one Saturday while looking for Overwatch players, and you’d been hooked ever since. He wasn’t as loud or annoying as other guys his age on Twitch, but he wasn’t too quiet either, where it made it uncomfortable. He commented on things every now and then but stayed focused and would go silent every few moments. It was a nice balance, allowing you to concentrate on the gameplay, but also get to hear his thoughts, and very deep voice whenever he voiced his opinion on something.

Of course, you’d be lying if you didn’t say his looks kept you on his channel as well. He was cute, that much was obvious. His loose white shirts and tousled hair always gave him a laidback look, that contradicted the focus he’d put into his gameplay. Wonwoo’s nose would scrunch, his eyes squinting behind his gold glasses. It was downright adorable, and completely uncalled for considering he was already the prettiest gamer boy you’d ever seen.

Months later, you were still tuning in for his morning Saturday stream -- a perfect way to start your weekend if anyone asked you.

You clicked out of Twitch and closed your laptop before rolling on your back, letting out a deep sigh as you sunk into your bed. You had a list of errands to run, but you’d been putting them off, deeming Wonwoo’s stream more important. However, now that it ended, you had no excuse for putting off your tasks.

Begrudgingly, you got out of bed a few minutes later, trudging to your bathroom to get ready.

Mentally, you’d already planned your schedule for the day. Grocery shopping and getting gas were first, then gift shopping, and lastly, meeting your friend later in the afternoon to celebrate her birthday.

As expected, the first two errands were nothing special, and you got them done rather quickly. However, the next one was not as simple. Your friend had always loved flowers, and you wanted to get her a big bouquet when you greeted her. The only problem was, florists in your area were rare, which meant you had to drive out of town to find one.

“Thank god I don’t have any cold groceries,” you mumbled, before setting off on your detour.

When you finally pulled up to The Green Room, you were pleased with what you saw. It certainly seemed worth the drive, beautiful baskets and arrays of flowers decorating the outside of the small white shop.

Making sure you had your keys, wallet, and phone on you, you made your way to the entrance, noticing it seemed to be empty from your view through the large windows. Shrugging it off, you pushed the door open, a little bell sounding your arrival.

“Good morning,” a smooth voice from behind the counter greeted you. For a second, a slight feeling of recognition passed through you, and when you turned to face the cashier, you understood why.

Wonwoo stood there, a white apron tied around his waist, and a polite smile on his lips. Your eyes widened and your voice was caught in your throat, something he noticed quickly.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, probably viewing your silence as confusion.

You had to be seeing things.

You shook your head quickly, squeaking out a response. “I-I don’t think so.”

Wonwoo nodded, looking back down at the book on the counter he had open. It was almost finished, and you swooned internally.

A bookworm too? you thought, how perfect is this boy?

Not wanting to stare too long, you scurried towards the back of the shop, trying to make yourself look busy as you racked your brain for an explanation as to why Wonwoo was running the one flower shop by your house. He’d never mentioned where he lived or where he worked, obviously, but never in your life did you imagine that out of everywhere in the world, he was a mere hour from your apartment complex.

What kind of fucking coincidence is this? you screamed internally, barely paying attention to the flowers as you passed them. Speaking of, you couldn’t wait to tell your friend -- she’d gotten sick of hearing you fangirl over your “little gamer boy” as she liked to call him. She was truly in for a treat now, as you’d probably never stop talking about the fact that you met him.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back up to the counter and talk to him, but you had to get the flowers you’d come for.

The only problem was, you had no idea what to buy.

Your friend had told you all her favorite flowers, but there were so many, and with the thought of Wonwoo at the front of your mind, there was no way you were going to be able to remember them all, let alone know what they looked like.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to pick out a few flowers that looked pretty, and would maybe look nice together. It was the best you could do, and you only hoped your friend would appreciate the effort.

Sadly, it must have been pretty easy to spot how clueless you were, since, after a few minutes of picking different flowers, footsteps sounded near you.

“Who are you shopping for?” Wonwoo asked, as he stood next to you. His proximity and the natural warmth radiating off his form had you stuck in place, unable to escape.

“M-my friend.”

He hummed. “Special occasion?”

You nodded. “Her birthday.”

At that, Wonwoo visibly held back a wince. His eyes darted to the flowers in your hands before he looked back at you. “Maybe white lilies wouldn’t be the best choice then.” His voice was reserved, like he was worried about criticizing your choice. “They’re usually meant for funerals,” he awkwardly explained, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “I really have no idea what I’m doing here.”

Wonwoo chuckled at that, visibly loosening up at your response. “It’s alright, it’s more common than you think.” He held out his hand, sending you a smile. “I can go put those back if you want me to help you make a new bunch.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “That’d be great, thank you.”

Wonwoo nodded, taking the flowers from your hand, his fingers long and warm as they brushed against your palm.

Hearing him ramble about flower types a few moments later was one of the greatest things your ears had ever been blessed with. You’d always liked his voice, but hearing him explain the different flowers and their meanings was the most you’d ever heard him talk at once, and it was amazing. Clearly, the shop was a huge passion of his, which you thought fit his personality perfectly.

“A couple of these alstroemerias, for friendship. Some yellow and orange gerberas too, maybe.” He was clearly mumbling to himself by then, plucking different flowers from around the shop and fitting them between each other. His skill was visible immediately, the bouquet effortlessly beautiful as he crafted it without a second thought.

By the time he was done, you were in awe. He sent you a sheepish smile as he led you back to the front counter, setting the flowers down as he moved behind the cash register.

“Thank you so much,” you said, pulling out your wallet as he told you the price. It seemed unusually low, compared to the price tags plastered across the store. You brushed it off, assuming a sale was happening or something.

“You’re really good at this,” you mentioned, as you picked up the bouquet, careful not to mess up all his work. “I wouldn’t have expected that.” You said the words before you could catch yourself, eyes widening as you looked up at Wonwoo.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You internally cursed yourself. There was no going back now. “I um, I’m used to seeing you on Twitch.”

You waited for the awkward response that would make you feel like a creep, but Wonwoo just smiled bashfully. “Really? I’ve never had someone recognize me, besides some friends and family, of course.”

You looked at him slightly in shock. “Are you serious? I watch your streams all the time,” you admitted, feeling some heat spread to your cheeks.

“What’s your username?” he asked curiously.

You told him, expecting he would just nod, but instead his eyes widened in recognition.

“You have the D.Va icon right?”

You tried not to openly gape, but the shock was too strong. Wonwoo, your favorite streamer, remembered you?

“Y-yeah I do.”

He smiled, glad he’d recognized you correctly.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you at the next stream then?” his tone was hopeful, and you nodded almost immediately.

“Of course.”

He nodded, and his usual awkwardness when it came to saying goodbye became apparent.

“Here um, take this, on me.” He grabbed a flower from one of the baskets behind the counter, and handed it to you with a blush.

You took it, mirroring his flustered expression. “T-thank you.” You smiled shyly before picking up your bouquet and waving him goodbye with your free hand. He tilted his head in response, and you quickly left the shop before he could notice how hard you were crushing on him.

You were able to hold back your scream of excitement until you made it to your car, when you slammed your hands against the steering wheel with a squeal.

However, nothing compared to your excitement when your friend noticed the flower Wonwoo gave you, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.

“Wonwoo gave you that?” she asked, grin growing as you nodded. “Did he tell you the meaning?”

You shook your head, and her expression brightened.

“Well,” she sing-songed, “if that ranunculus means what I think it does, it seems like a certain gamer boy finds you very attractive.”

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[solara-bean]

First Meeting

I have like 3 different versions for how Zola met the Autobots ( specifically Optimus) but thos one's my favorite.

So this was it. I wake up. Shower. Feed RG0 ( pronounced Argo ) my Rottweiler, German Shepard mix. Eat breakfast. Workout. Then tinker and tinker till the day is spent on whatever project I'll probably never finish. I usually skip lunch and go straight to dinner. After that I'd read, paint watch tv or even practice playing my ukulele. Then I'd sleep and do it all over again as I've been doing for the past three years.

The best part is that my routine is never interrupted by outsiders since I'm alone in the woods. Or at least until now.

One night RG0 decided that he wanted to stray away from our normal path. I was fine with even though he was off leash. Nighttime in the forest no longer scared me. I felt more safe than anything. I still brought my shotgun just in case.

Then I heard a loud boom and stopped in my tracks. Before I knew it RG0 bolted into the direction of the loud sound. I hurried after him in a panic.

" Crazy dog! Now is not the time to be curious!!!"

He zoomed past the twisting trees over the uneven ground that slowed me down. Over the thumping of my heartbeat I could hear more loud sounds that were all getting louder. What was this dog leading me to? Thankfully he stopped at a dead end.

I recognized it as a small cliff that overlooked the largest valley in the forest. RG0 stood at the edge and stared down quietly with his ears perked. I slowed down and began to catch my breath only for it to leave my lungs again in shock.

The once peaceful, lush valley was now a warzone filled with....robots??? Why the hell are there robots?! And why are they fighting for that matter?!! There had to be ten - no - twelve of them. All with futuristic guns and other weapons used to harm and maybe even kill. But there seemed to be two groups. It wasn't just random fighting.

The ones with brighter colors seemed to only be fighting the ones with sharper, more threatening features. Wait did they have matching symbols? Ugh! I can't tell without my glasses.

Hang on...what were these things exactly? Some kind of government project gone wrong or maybe a test? It would make since sense these woods are deserted despite me and RG0. Wait did they not know I was here. I have been keeping a low profile. Maybe I'm not suppose to be seeing this. Holy Crap!!! One of the little ones just ripped off the other's arm!!!!

" Ok buddy," I held onto RG0s collar and began to step back slowly. " No clue what the hells going on but we're leaving right now."

Then as luck would have it, one if the robots was blasted into the cliff with an eerily human cry of pain. The force of the impact made me fall over and RG0 yelp. Apparently we'd been loud enough to be heard since the robot, who was tall enough to rest their elbow ( or at least what looked like one ) on the cliff's edge, spotted us.

They were red, blue and silver from what I could see. They also seemed to be wearing some sort of mask. But what really stood out was their glowing eyes that stared back at mine. They held so much emotion and intelligence. That and they were the most beautiful shade of blue.

Before I could admire the metallic stranger any longer, a screeching voice runge out.

" Well Prime, it looks like you've found one of the planet's many pests. Here let me dispose of it for you."

Oh that can't be good.

An energy blast from above missed me and RG0 by a hair. I frantically searched above the trees to see another robot high in the sky with a blaster pointed at us.

Oh great they can fly too!!!

Without a second thought we bolted back down the path with the flying bot hot on our tails. RG0 was taking the path home but I managed to signal him to follow me down another in the opposite direction. I hadn't been this way in a while but the last thing I need is them knowing where we live. It would have been a lot easier to runaway if I didn't have to keep running ina zigzag to avoid blasts. From the high pitched laughter, I could tell that this metal douchebag was enjoying our scurrying.

The robot must have gotten tired of flying since they landed on the ground. Right in front of us.

" As fun as this chase has been, human. I'll need to finish the job before Megatron gets suspicious of why my mission is taking so long. Not that you understand any of what I'm saying. With your inferior intellect and all."

Ok. Doucheness just went from a 10 to a 20.

They pointed their blaster at me, causing RG0 to jump in front of me and growl at them.

" Aw. The organic has a loyal pet. Let's see how well it handles my plasma beam."

" No!"

I held RG0 close to me and awaited the blast that never came. Instead another came from behind us and hit the flying robot's in their blaster, damaging it.

" Leave them alone Starscream!" came a noble, booming voice.

It was the red robot from before.

" Argh! How dare you interrupt my fun once again Optimus Prime!"

Ok good I've got their names now. Guessing that Optimus is the good guy.

Oh great now they're fighting and I'm way too close!

I barely managed to get out of the way as they tussled around, making the ground shake. Once I was a good I looked over my shoulder to see Optimus, the nice robot, pause to give me a look that said "run." He was distracted long enough for Starscream, aka the douchebag, land a kick on his injured side. That must be where he was shot earlier considering there was a hole leaking some sort of fluid.

Optimus groaned and fell to his knees. He was about to get up before Starscream pointed his still somewhat functional blaster at his face.

" You've disappointed me, Prime. Bested by a few blows? Where's that legendary power?! Ah well. No matter. Megatron shall be pleased when I deliver your helm to him."

That should've been my cue get RG0 and I ro safety, seeing that Optimus was only fighting this guy to give us an opening to flee. But was he really going to die? Or would he be fine if we left? It's not like we could help him anyway!

Unless....

" Hey Starscream!"

" Huh-"

Starscream emitted a pathetic wail when one one of my rifle's bullets hit his face. Then another. And another.

" Why you little-"

Before he could aim his blaster, RG0 jumped on his foot and barked up at him loudly.

" Ew get off me you disgusting organic parasite!"

He hopped from foot to foot as RG0 jumped around his feet and pawed at them. Meanwhile I kept shooting at him, making a few noticeable dents in his armor. All the chaos made him do a panicked jig and whine. I couldn't help but giggle.

'Serves you right!!!'

He had enough once he accidentally shot himself in the foot trying to get RG0.

" ARGH! Oh that's it! Now you both die!"

Then Optimus, now having recovered some, shoved him at full force. It sent him tumbling threw a few trees, scratching his metal skin and bending one of his wings. He laid a groaning mess in a heap with Optimus' gun aimed at his head.

" I think it's time for you to go."

With that Starscream transformed into a jet- wait how the HELL- and flew away. I was so taken aback by his transformation that I didn't notice one of the now dented trees give out and fall towards me.

" Look out!" Optimus warned.

RG0 thankfully tackled me out of the way but my head hit the ground to hard and everything turned black.

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I woke up with a throbbing headache and sore muscles. Even worse my bed felt terrible and the curtains were open in my room.

Wait a minute....

'This isn't my room!'

I surveyed my surroundings. I was apparently seating in the front seat of a truck.

'WHO'S TRUCK AM I IN???'

Before I could panic for much longer a familiar voice came from the radio.

" Good morning. How are you feeling?"

" U-uhmm...fine I guess. Who am I talking to?" I said while staring skeptically at the radio and scooting as far into the seat as I could.

" Forgive me for not introducing myself properly. I am Optimus Prime. The mech you met from last night."

'Oh great! That wasn't all a weird whiskey induced dream.'

" But......you're a truck now???"

" Yes."

" Weren't you a robot before?"

" If by 'robot' you mean my primary form, then also yes."

I burried my face in my hands and groaned.

"Ughhh what's going on?"

I then remembered the lack of a certain furry companion. I was about to panic again until I saw RG0 a few yards away from us and playing with some of the other robots from last night. A small yellow one was on the ground, nearly mirroring RG0's play position. I would've found the whole scene cute if it wasn't so bizarre.

" If you don't mind me asking. I would like to know the name of the human who saved me."

I snorted.

" Saved you? No way. If anything you saved me."

" If you hadn't have stayed and distracted Starscream, I would've been severely injured if not offlined. You could have left me there and saved yourself. But you didn't. You showed true bravery."

" Aw stop with the flattery. I was just paying you back for helping us first. So consider us even."

" Then thank you miss....?"

" Princeton. Well Zola is my first name."

" Then thank you Zola. And I'm sure we have much to discuss."

" That might be an understatement."

And it was.

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