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acey-wacey · 1 year

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God I couldn't stop laughing when I read the writing about the love triangles, I was wondering if I could ask for a second part but this time. Silver vs Sebek and Trey vs Cater (I love your blog and your work <3) ✍️💗✨💘

Lovelies, I think we found a new favorite series!

This one's a tad angstier than originally intended 😬 but dw it's just a bit self deprecating on a few accounts.

⚠️TW⚠️ - negative self-talk, mentions of depression/depressive episodes, low-key yandere

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🗡️ Silver 🗡️

🐊 Sebek Zigvolt 🐊

Tbh, it's not much of a rivalry.

They both respect each other as fellow knights and Diasomnia dorm members.

Of course that doesn't stop Sebek from being the slightest bit jealous when he sees how you let Silver rest his head on your lap.

Both were rather clueless to each other's feelings, as well as their own.

Lilia had to be the one to point it out that either even liked you in the first place.

Sebek was infuriated upon discovering that he had feelings for a human.

It's fine for Silver to like you since he's a human as well but for the son of an esteemed fae to harbor affections for a human, and a magicless one, no less.

Sebek rejected his feelings no matter how hard it was.

He convinced himself that you would be happier with Silver who would actually be able to love you wholeheartedly, without reservation.

Meanwhile, Silver was just as oblivious to his own feelings, assuming that the warmth in his chest whenever he was around you was just friendship.

When he overheard Lilia gossiping about Sebek's little crush on the human, Silver was dejected but resigned himself, not wanting to admit that he ever felt anything for you besides friendship in the first place.

He loved the relationship you had, where he was comfortable with you and you would never judge him, being endlessly patient with his narcolepsy.

He didn't want to ruin anything so he came to the conclusion that Sebek would be better for you anyway because he could love you without being afraid of losing your friendship.

For a good long while, neither confessed because they decided you were too good for them and would be happier with the other.

Like I said, not much rivalry going on, just two boys with inferiority complexes and one (1) friend outside their dorm.

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🏹 Rook Hunt 🏹

🍄 Jade Leech 🍄

BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD ID-

Oooh, baby, the tension they radiate is thicker than a cloud of smog and even more stifling for the people around them.

From the moment Rook Hunt heard about the magicless prefect, he was instantly intrigued.

How could a powerless interloper, supposedly from a world without magic, with only their cat and the power of friendship, defeat multiple omnipotent overblots?

Not even the most talented seniors had even fought an overblot and they most likely would have lost.

So what made this odd little human so special?

Ever since he took an interest in you, Rook made an effort to spend as much time as he could by your side or otherwise observing you.

You were a little freaked out by his sudden attention but seeing Rook conspicuously throwing rocks outside your classroom window became part of your daily routine.

For Jade, it wasn't until after Azul's overblot that you caught his attention with the same question as Rook.

What made you so special?

You found yourself with a surplus of Mostro Lounge coupons, a marketing tactic according to Azul, but really, it was just Jade wanting to see you again.

You didn't really notice anything intimidating about the two of them since you were friends, but to everyone else, it became obvious that you were being courted by the two scariest people in the school.

Both of them enjoyed spooking Grim and then threatening him if he ever tells you.

The gossip surrounding you is what tips them off to their rivalry.

Many students are talking about your frightening admirers and how you must be pretty insane to attract them.

When Jade overheard said conversation, he shut the gossipers down with just a well-placer unsettling smirk.

However, it got him to thinking, if Rook Hunt was courting you, he would probably pull some dirty tricks to get in your favor.

Of course, Jade has a few dirty tricks up his own sleeve.

He'll purposefully indebt you to the Mostro Lounge so you have to spend more time with him.

You aren't exempt from his schemes and his teasing, but he doesn't work you as hard as the other indentures.

He's very protective though, so whenever Rook deigns to visit Octavinelle's restaurant to see you, you just happen to be working the back room.

The two glare daggers at each other whenever they're in the same room.

You've never even noticed how you're being tugged on either arm by two slightly manic yet calculating hunters.

Jade and Rook both seem to have set their eyes on the same prey but either would be d@mned before they let you get away.

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🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

Once again, not much of a rivalry.

Idia is quite frightened of all people, including Lilia, and Lilia doesn't see Idia as competition.

Lilia has seen plenty of shy mortals with a little crush, but it never mattered much.

The fae could see that you and Idia made each other happy but he wasn't willing to give up that easily.

As soon as Idia discovered that he had a competitor for your attention, he tried to stay as far away from you as possible.

Because a rival means confrontation and he would actually rather d!e.

Unfortunately for his good sense, he couldn't keep you away from him.

You were used to his moods when he shut himself in his room for days and sometimes weeks and you knew how to help, though you didn't know this one was because of you.

You brought water refills and healthy snacks to the Ignihyde dorm and no one dared deny you entrance.

You were the only person who could get their hermit of a dorm leader out of his shell so they all respected you a lot.

When you showed up at Idia's door, worried about his mental and physical health, he knew he couldn't ignore you.

Even if he knew Lilia liked you too, he couldn't give you up.

He definitely wasn't confident that you would choose him if it came down to it but he needed you in his life as a friend, if nothing more.

Lilia, on the other hand, was positive thrilled about having a rival in love.

He'd never experienced thag before.

Last time Lilia harbored feelings for a human, upon hearing of his love, the other humans avoided the object of his affections like they were the plague, afraid of incurring the wrath of the fae general.

But those times were far behind him and all these humans saw was a mischievous boy with wisdom far beyond his observable years.

Lilia didn't want to tease the Shroud boy too much since he knew he couldn't handle it and making your friend upset would make you upset, but how else is one supposed to manage a love rival?

Only behind the guise of an online persona did Lilia confront Idia.

He knew he often gamed with Lilia on an anonymous discord, but Idia didn't know that his gaming partner was the same Diasomnia vice dorm leader.

Lilia always asked Idia about his crush on voice call and if he would ever ask them out.

He even urged Idia to ask you out, hinting that you cared for him too.

Ultimately, Lilia wanted the two of you to be together, since he knew he would never get the chance to be with you.

He had lived far longer and would continue to live long after you had departed from the world so there wasn't much point in trying to make you his.

It didn't stop him from jokingly courting you though.

It was all flowers and late night strolls, sprinkled in with Friday evening Smash Bros.

He observed you and Idia as your relationship developed, outwardly rooting for you but internally heartbroken.

Though Lilia was competitive, he never outright opposed Idia.

After all, it wasn't the shut-in's fault that a human and fae lived worlds apart.

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♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

This one is a bit more toxic.

Obviously, Cater and Trey are friends who exchange gossip and some personal information about themselves.

Trey considered Cater a trustworthy confidant, so he told him about his crush on you.

Cater, harboring his own feelings for you, was quite torn by the revelation.

He did like having Trey as a friend, but he far from trusted him.

Cater decided to keep his affections a secret, watching as Trey grew closer to you and resenting his "best friend" more by the second.

Cater hadn't ever felt for anyone like he did for you.

It seemed like you were the only person who would accept him no matter what.

You had seen him break down and you were still there as a friend.

You liked the peppy screenager and the cold, calculating senior and the little kid with mommy issues curled in a ball on the bathroom floor.

You understood him in a way no one else would ever be allowed to.

Trey didn't quite understand that.

The vice dorm leader hadn't always liked you.

He thought that because you hung out with the first years that you were a trouble maker just like them.

But over time, he realized they you were more of a first year wrangler.

An ADeuce whisperer if you will.

He appreciated you for doing his big brother job for him and admired you for putting up with them.

The two of you bonded over the big sibling role and found yourselves talking a lot more often.

You would help him in the kitchen when he baked and you were invited to every unbirthday party.

Cater noticed Trey's feelings for you first and found himself unbearably jealous.

He didn't say anything, of course, because his bubbly persona he had created was supposed to be happy for you and Trey.

Trey gradually noticed how Cater was much less tense around you and put together that he had feelings for you.

Neither of them ever said anything about their observations but they knew.

And they hated it.

In my headcanon, they've always had a strained frenemy relationship and this just put more tension between them.

You, miraculously, don't notice the tension even though it makes every unbirthday party very stressful.

Everyone else has noticed and is a little worried about the growing resentment between the two "best friends".

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seokmthw · 8 months

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happy birthday, idiot | kim gyuvin

⇢ pairing: gyuvin x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, kinda enemies to lovers?, mutual crushes

⇢ word count: 668

⇢ note: happy birthday to this silly boy, and thank you to the lovely @zerobaselove for this idea. wishing gyuvin nothing but the best on his special day today <3

you sighed, glancing down at the slice of cake in your hand, it��s stupid blue icing and piped white border causing you to rethink your entire decision of even purchasing it – all he did was pester you and make it impossible to get anything done at work. you couldn’t stand him, really, so what possessed you to even consider buying him a piece of cake for his birthday, let alone spend your hard earned money on it? you weren’t entirely sure, yet there you were with it anyway.

shaking your head, you exited the elevator upon it’s ‘ding!’ and onto the floor of your office, your bag slightly slipping off of your shoulder and your grip on the cake plate weakening almost too much. thankfully, you were able to save it, aggressively adjusting your bag with a heave of your breath. it was all his fault your lunch break ended terribly and you were now almost 15 minutes late returning to your shift.

you quickly scanned your id badge and entered into the bustling office, many people standing in their friend groups and fully wrapping up their lunches. thank god your supervisor was lenient, you thought to yourself as you shuffled over to your desk, plopping down the piece of cake on his before you fully sat down. you pretended not to see the confused expression painted across his face, and instead logged back into your computer to finish up a report that was due by the end of the day.

“oh y/n~” there his voice was, in it’s annoying, sing-song tone, “you remembered?”

“pft, no. i just stole it,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. you knew this was going to happen and you knew you had that report to get done, so why on earth would you enable him? you were still searching for the answer and couldn’t come up with anything in your head, so you decided to simply press your lips into a line and zone in on your work.

a quiet chuckle erupted past his lips as he popped the plastic covering off of the container, rather loudly at that, and dug into his cake. he remained quiet, and for a brief moment you thought you were out of the woods, but this was kim gyuvin and he never understood the definition of silence. especially around you.

“i can’t believe you got me a gift,” he mused, annoyingly licking his fork clean after every single bite of the cake he took, “and in my favorite color!”

you shifted your eyes in his direction, suppressing a loud laugh at the look of the way the blue icing was staining his entire mouth. maybe this was a good idea, especially considering he had a meeting he needed to attend within the next half an hour. finally, you told him, “don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“this cake says otherwise!” he exclaimed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, eyes dead set on you to better gauge your reaction in an attempt to prove himself right.

you huffed quietly, this time being the one with the mischievous grin, “yeah yeah, whatever. you have icing all over your face, idiot, might want to get that cleaned up before your meeting.”

gyuvin’s eyes grew as wide as saucers in bewilderment, his fingers hurriedly swiping on his phone to open up his camera and see the damage for himself. his jaw fell slack in shock, his expression a mixture of many different emotions, “damn it, y/n, why would you do this to me?”

“nobody ever said you had to eat it now.”

“i’ll get you back for this, mark my words,” he fired. sure, gyuvin was annoying, and sure getting back at him after all of the grief he’s put you through was satisfying, but instead of retaliating back a second time, you just let him have the last word.

besides, it was his birthday, maybe you could cut him some slack.

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wyattjohnston · 5 months

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need a little company - nick blankenburg

summary: morgan hasn't seen nick in years and her strongest memories of him are the crush he had on her in college. when he gets signed to columbus after years apart, morgan realises that maybe she should have given him a chance.

chapter word count: 3.8k

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Morgan sat up on her couch, her right foot resting on the coffee table with her knee wrapped in athletic tape. She’d done too much. It was exactly what her PT had told her she should be able to handle, but the pain and the swelling she could feel under the tape let her know that she was right to have been so cautious up to that point.

The tape would have to come off after she was done using it as a barrier for the ice pack she’d pulled from the front of her freezer. She wasn’t looking forward to that either.

To distract herself, she decided to make a phone call she’d been putting off for a few days. Dialling the newly saved number caused a lump to form in her throat; she couldn’t even guarantee she’d been given the right number.

She had barely put the phone on her good knee and set it to speaker when it was answered.

“This is Nick.”

It was the right number. That was something.

“This is Morgan,” she said, hoping that she was the only one he knew. Or that her voice was the same over the phone. “You’re a really hard guy to get a hold of.”

There was a laugh on the other end of the phone, and it was much happier than she had been expecting. She smiled to herself.

“Well, I didn’t know you were trying to get hold of me.”

“I had to call half the cross-country team before someone could give me one of your boys’ numbers,” she revealed, all the phone calls she’d made and messages she’d sent running through her mind, “and I spoke to some idiot named Thom who gave me the fucking third degree about who I was and what I wanted before he’d even admit to knowing you.”

It had been an infuriating conversation, with Thom asking the same questions repeatedly after silences so long that Morgan was positive he’d put the phone down and walked away. She never wanted to speak to him again.

“I’m kinda glad Thom didn’t just give it up for free,” Nick said thoughtfully. “You coulda been anybody. A stalker.”

She snorted, “Yeah? You got a lot of those?”

“There’s this one girl who made a million phone calls just to get my number—my buddy had to text me to make sure it was okay to give it to her.”

That explained the silences from Thom.

She picked at the frayed edges of the athletic tape as she conceded, “Okay, maybe Thom’s not a total idiot.”

Nick laughed, countering that he had more than a few stories that would prove otherwise and when Morgan hummed, her own laugh bubbling, he launched into a tale that included a win, LIVE, and an embarrassment of a fake ID.

The mention of hockey reminded Morgan that there was a game on, and, while Nick was speaking, she turned on the television, making sure to mute it in case Nick was pretending it wasn’t on. It’s what she would do in his position.

“Can’t believe you had to get to Thom,” Nick said at the end of his story, disbelief clear in his voice. “You wouldn’t have even been at school with him.”

Morgan hummed and ran through the list of people she had to message and call to get through to him—it took five people because the first two had deleted any hockey players numbers the second they graduated, the third was able to give her the number of person four who was a junior on the cross-country team, and finally she got Thom’s number.

“Must have been desperate to speak to me.” She could hear the smirk in his voice, the image clear in her mind even after she hadn’t seen it in person for years. She rolled her eyes.

“You’ve been waiting for me to call, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, was going to give it another 24 hours before I sent a text to make sure you weren’t dead.”

“Thom gave you my number?” Morgan asked, scandalised by the idea.

“Course he did.”

“Nothing was ever a secret between you boys so I don’t know why I’m surprised,” she said slowly, a little distracted by a loose thread of tape, that she tracked it as it unravelled across the length.

Nick’s laugh drew her right back into the conversation. “You call me just to talk about me and the boys?”

“I heard you broke your ankle and wanted to like… offer my assistance or whatever,” Morgan said, hoping she sounded as nonchalant as she aimed for.

A brief moment of silence was followed by the confused question: “Why would you do that?”

“Because being injured fucking sucks?” Her knee twinged in empathy. “You’re in a new city without a real good support system; I just thought I’d offer.”

“My mom came down.”

Morgan froze, her chest tightening, because she knew a rejection when she heard one. She hadn’t realised how much she was looking forward to it—to seeing Nick, to helping him—until the opportunity was taken away from her.

“That’s nice of her,” Morgan said, knowing that she sounded frosty even if she desperately tried to fight it. “If you want to hang out with somebody who isn’t your mom, you have my number. I’ll let you go. It was nice to talk to you, Nick.”

She was inches from ending the call when Nick said, frantic and loud, “Wait—Morgan—”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for calling. It’s been four days, and it does fucking suck,” he admitted, quieter than he had been the entire rest of the phone call.

Morgan stared down at the melting ice pack on her knee. She said, quietly, “Call me if you need me, okay? Promise I’ll answer.”

Nick did call.

Morgan was so surprised, having fully expected him to just forget he had her number at all, that she answered her phone at her desk for the first time ever. In a hushed voice, speaking into the microphone of her headphones while staring at her screen and typing half-hearted emails to save as drafts for later editing to throw off the scent. He hadn’t questioned her simple responses or her hushed voice when he asked if she wanted to keep him company on Saturday, but he had sounded extremely pleased when she said she would.

When Nick sent her his address, she couldn’t help but laugh at how close he lived. She’d assumed he would live downtown, being young and without a family—a fifteen-minute walk had been even closer than she expected and also meant she could get away with minimal knee strapping and not the soft knee-brace she’d been thinking about.

Her entire body was taken over by a nervous buzzing as she knocked on the door—they were the same nerves she got on a first date which didn’t make much sense to her at all. The knock was a warning, only, as he’d told her the door would be unlocked because he wasn’t allowed to move and his mom was heading out. Morgan had to deal with the weirdness of walking directly into a new house.

A nice house.

A very nice house.

She called out to him and followed his voice to the living room where he was set up on the couch, his leg lifted up onto the coffee table just as hers had been when she spoke to him a few days prior. The set up looked a lot more precarious than hers had, with many more pillows around his leg and his body.

“Stop looking at me like that; I get enough of it from my mom.”

Morgan swiftly turned her pout into a smile, and her heart skipped a beat when Nick returned it. She had forgotten just how contagious his smile was—she’d always gotten caught up in the way his eyes crinkled behind his glasses.

She asked him if she could get him anything before she sat down, earning an immediate eyeroll and then, after a pause, he sheepishly asked if she could fill up his water bottle. She could still see him from the kitchen and followed his pointing to the cupboard with his glasses so she could get her own water—it was only a little disappointing that she couldn’t open every cabinet and snoop. She always wanted to know how different the lives of the rich were.

Morgan was careful when she sat down on the couch, careful to keep enough distance between them that she didn’t accidentally jostle his leg—he seemed to brace for it anyway.

“Why’d you reach out?” he asked, curiously. “You were the last person I expected a call from.”

She sighed, “When you got to Columbus at the end of the season, I was about six weeks out from ACL surgery and should have been at least able to walk without a knee brace but I wasn’t. So, I guess I kind of know what you’re going through.”

She pulled her good leg underneath her, shifting her body so that she was facing him, her cheek resting on the back of the couch.

“You didn’t want to put up with me while you were recovering?”

His question hurt, and the pull of his eyebrows hurt even more, adding to the pang in her chest that came with talking about her ACL out loud.

“I was way more worried about how big a bitch I was. I’d rather not be friends at all than have you hate me.”

It was clear that the I could never hate you was on the tip of Nick’s tongue—she didn’t know him all that well, but she was positive he’d never had a thought that wasn’t immediately clear on his face—but he didn’t say it.

“How’s your knee now? You should be pretty much normal?” he asked instead.

Her knee throbbed, but it was psychosomatic; it had been fine all morning because she hadn’t tried to go for a run in a few days. She still rubbed it to remove some of the ache.

She laughed, hopeless, a little wet. “No, but this isn’t my pity party.”

“We don’t do pity parties around here,” Nick said, even if his expression was still clearly laced with pity.

Though they might not do pity parties in the Blankenburg household, they did an excellent job at lounging around with injuries. Nick had already decided they were ordering take out for lunch and offered Morgan free rein of the remote and his Disney+ account.

Morgan didn’t know when she fell asleep—one minute she was seeing Bender and Fry on the television screen, and the next she was blinking her eyes open when she heard hushed voices speaking around her. She rushed to sit up straight, desperately trying to take in her surroundings and feeling her blood run cold when she realised that she was still in Nick’s apartment. It ran even colder when she heard Nick suck in a sharp breath and clutch at his thigh. A woman, who Morgan could only assume to be Nick’s mother, was standing at the edge of the couch, smiling at the two of them.

“Hi Morgan, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Uh, hi, Mrs Blanks—Blankenburg,” Morgan said, wishing she didn’t sound so obviously like she’d just woken up. She probably looked exactly the same—if she hadn’t imagined Nick’s hand in her hair then that probably looked disastrous.

“Mrs. Blanks works surprisingly well,” Nick’s mom said kindly, “but so does Karin.”

Morgan nodded, her cheeks burning, and she looked down at her hands that she’d folded in her lap.

“What do you kids feel like for dinner?”

“Oh, no,” she said, her head snapping up as she rose to feet. She ignored the ache caused by the awkward position she’d been in paired with the sudden standing. “I should get going. I didn’t mean to be here so late.”

“Are you leaving because you actually have to, dear, or because you think you’re being an imposition?”

Morgan turned back to Nick for help, for anything that would help get her out the door, only to be met with, “You can’t lie to my mom.”

“I was thinking we could have chicken casserole,” Karin said, politely ignoring Morgan’s hysterics, “if that makes you want to stay.”

Not wanting to come across as any ruder than she already may have, and also desperate for a good home cooked meal, Morgan sat down for dinner with Nick and his mom. Karin stressed that they usually ate at the dining table and that they were only on the couches because of Nick’s ankle. Morgan didn’t have the heart to tell Karin that she didn’t even own a dining table.

She didn’t want to stay too long after dinner, already feeling like she’d long overstayed her welcome, so Morgan helped clean up before quietly announcing that she better be heading off.

“Thank you for feeding me.” Morgan shuffled her feet as she stood near the door. “It was really great.”

“You’re more than welcome, dear. I’m sorry Nick ate what could have been your leftovers.”

“I’m sure he’ll make it up to me,” Morgan said, shooting Nick a smile. He smiled back from where he was twisted up on the couch so he could watch her leave.

She waved at him timidly.

When Morgan looked back at Karin, she was taken back by the open arms waiting for her. Karin didn’t allow any time for thought or excuses before she was wrapping Morgan in a hug.

Warmth filled Morgan immediately. She screwed her eyes shut and hugged Karin back, trying not to squeeze too tight. An ache in Morgan’s chest started to release—it didn’t disappear entirely, though she hadn’t even known it was there until it was starting to go.

Karin didn’t seem to be bothered by the pressure or how long it took Morgan to pull away.

“You come back any time, Morgan,” Karin said, pulling away only far enough to hold Morgan by her upper arms. “Nick could use the company of someone who isn’t his mother or someone on the team.”

Avoiding the invite to Thanksgiving Dinner had been a difficult task, even though Morgan hadn’t been able to get to Nick’s house in the four days between her visit and Thanksgiving.

Multiple phone calls and half a dozen texts solely about Thanksgiving had been directed at her in the four days since she last saw him because she’d been coy in telling him what her plans were—it felt rude to reject the invite when all she was doing was eating left over stir-fry and continuing her binge watch of Ink Masters. It just felt ruder to crash the Thanksgiving of a guy she’d just reconnected with and his mom.

Showing up at his house after work on the Friday was easily done, especially when Karin was ready with leftovers that Morgan devoured without hesitation. She got away with some sketchy explanations of her Thanksgiving plans and was grateful that Nick was ready to turn the conversation away from the questions.

Karin pottered around in the kitchen, warming the leftover apple pie and brewing hot chocolate to Nick’s protests that he couldn’t get out of shape just because he was injured to which she responded, “it’s Thanksgiving, Nicholas. The calories don’t count.”

There was hockey on the television, the Blue Jackets having tied it up against the Islanders. Nick was particularly excited about Kent Johnson’s first multi-point night. Morgan wasn’t unexcited by it—she was a hockey fan at heart and, though she was loathe to admit it, had been dubbed a Blue Jackets fan at birth before they’d even played their first game—but she was sure Nick’s friendship with Kent was responsible for how he was buzzing beside her on the couch.

Her own best friend from college—Taylah—had moved back to Spokane after graduation, and Morgan had moved to Columbus. It would be nice to be able to watch her accomplish her goals, even if it was on a television screen—the phone calls, Insta posts and Snapchats didn’t always cut it.

“You had an alright day yesterday?” Nick asked, seemingly out of nowhere, his voice quiet and his head lowered close to Morgan’s so that his mother didn’t hear.

“Yeah,” she assured him, leaning in, too, until her head was resting on his shoulder.

For having seen him twice since she graduated two years prior, the comfort and safety he provided was surprising. Her head on his shoulder was no more incriminating than falling asleep with her head in his lap and his hand in her hair, so she relaxed down into the couch, even closer to Nick, and didn’t so much as flinch when Karin returned with the cherry pie.

“Are you lying?” Nick asked gently.

“I’m a horrible liar,” she admitted.

Nick very quickly became the person Morgan spoke to most frequently. He had a lot of spare time and seemingly used it to text her a variety of memes, random updates or strange thoughts that had entered his head—she was having to consciously put her phone away in her desk drawer just to be certain she was getting work done.

Calling him as she walked home from work hadn’t even struck her as a weird thought until he was answering in a voice that was equal parts chipper and soft. Morgan could not be held responsible for the silent sigh that left her lips when she heard his voice.

“What can I do for you, Mo?”

“Your mom’s still staying at yours, right?”

“Yeah,” Nick said and Morgan knew there was a smile on his face, “she’s not leaving any time soon.”

“Can you invite me for dinner?”

“Tonight? Yeah, sure.”

Before she could tell him that it didn’t have to be that night—that, while she was ready to ask for an invite, she did not want to be an imposition—she heard shuffling, the tell-tale grunt that accompanied Nick pushing himself awkwardly off the couch. She tried to get his attention again but she didn’t think he had the phone anywhere near his ear because all she heard from him was his muffled talking to Karin.

“Are you gonna come straight from work?” he asked, shocking Morgan who hadn’t expected him to be talking to her again.

She glanced around her, working out exactly where she was, and nodded to herself. “Uh, yeah, I’m walking home now, so I can just detour to you.”

His excitement was contagious, and Morgan found herself smiling as she ended the call.

Nick was waiting at the door for her when she showed up, kneeling against the scooter he’d procured and leaning over the handlebar, scrolling through his phone. She questioned it, saying that she would still have come even if he’d been sitting on the couch since she called—Nick didn’t have time to respond, because as they moved further into his house, Karin commented that he was getting increasingly more excited to have company that wasn’t just her.

It wasn’t like he was housebound, was Morgan’s immediate thought, but a much stronger thought had been brewing on her walk, and she was desperate to get it out before she lost the nerve.

“Mrs. Blanks, could you teach me how to cook a few things?” Morgan asked with her hands wringing nervously behind her back. “I’m not horrible or anything, but some different dishes would be really great, and I’ve liked everything you’ve cooked.”

Karin’s smile was immediate, “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Nick only has one apron, unfortunately.”

“I don’t need an apron,” Morgan protested. “I’ve never used one.”

“But that’s such a pretty dress you’re wearing, I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to it.” Karin paused for only a brief moment before saying, “Nick, go get a shirt Morgan can wear as an apron.”

Without protest, Nick hobbled from the room on his crutches. Morgan stood in the kitchen and waited safely out of the splash zone, lest she get hit with anything and disappoint Karin by ruining her dress.

Her eye roll was immediate when Nick handed over a shirt with Columbus Blue Jackets emblazoned on the front. Even Karin sighed, “Nick, really?”

Morgan pulled it over her head and then gathered her hair into a low ponytail with the scrunchie on her wrist while Nick was defending the shirt choice by saying it didn’t matter if it was completely ruined because he could always get more.

He hobbled back to the chair they’d moved closer to the kitchen for him, and Morgan waited until she had his attention to smile and thank him. When she could see him again, he was staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. She tilted her head, curious as to what he was doing, only for Karin to get her attention and hand her a knife.

They were cooking a beef stew that Karin kept saying was easy—it just had to sit in the casserole dish on the stove for a few hours. Morgan had twitched at that, hoping it wasn’t noticeable; she didn’t want to be rude when she was being taught and fed for free. It was just that it was nearly six, and they’d only just started the preparation phase.

“This is for you to take home, Morgan,” Karin said, reading Morgan’s lack of subtlety. “We’ll do a cheat’s Bolognese sauce, and be eating before you know it.”

Morgan grimaced and accidentally made eye contact with Nick; she didn’t know how to handle his curiously soft expression.

Going for a run was not in Morgan’s knee’s best interest. It was, however, much needed for her mental health, so she laced up her trainers, put on her headphones and hit the sidewalk in the park at an unmaintainable pace.

The cool morning air bit at her face, but she inhaled it deep into her lungs and felt tension roll off her shoulders instantly. Not even the twinging in her knee was going to stop her, and she powered through it for what felt like aeons—the ten-minute mile she managed was enough to stop her dead in the middle of the path. It had been a decade since a ten-minute mile was an unmaintainable pace.

She stepped off the path just in time to avoid a collision with a man who was running at a much more reasonable pace. The ache in her knee wasn’t so much an ache as it was a sharp pain, a sure-fire sign that the run had been a mistake.

Crying in the park wasn’t an option; biting into the inside of her cheek was the only way she could manage to get through the new pain as she tried to hide her limp on the way back home.

#nick blankenburg fic #nick blankenburg imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #cbj fic #need a little company fic

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viscerax · 2 years

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robin x male reader where he gets picked on a lot and robin offers to teach him some self defence moves and one thing leads to another where the reader develops a crush for robin? (love ur fics btw)

Stand Up For Yourself

"Hey, Y/n! Where you going, cunt-wad?" You winced and kept your head down, trying to ignore the calls coming from three of the many people who constantly harassed you throughout your day.

It used to not be like this. You used to be treated normally. You never really stood out or caught the attention of any girls, but you didn't mind that. Thats not what you wanted.

It started after you had told your best friend, someone you thought you could trust, about your crush on one of the boys in your class. He told you that he wouldn't tell anyone. He lied.

After that, everyone treated you differently, and thus, the constant bullying and harassment began.

You made a sharp turn, quickly shuffling into the closest bathroom, which thankfully was empty. You perched on top of the toilet seat, struggling to remain balanced and quiet.

You heard the door slam open and hit the wall, and the chuckles of Matty and his goons flooded your ears. You just sat there, praying they would give up and leave.

"Hey, I know you're in there. You're not fooling anyone." Matty was now standing in front of the stall you were in. When you stayed silent and still, Matty scoffed and kicked the bottom of the door. "Come on out, Freak! We just want to talk!"

You flinched at the loud noise of the door rattling. You debated on whether or not it would be better to stay there and wait for them to break down the door, or just go and get it over with now.

Just as you were about to get up and open the stall, the bathroom door slammed open, making you quickly perch back up on the seat.

"What are you dipshits doing?"

Matty and his goons all went silent. They just murmured and began walking towards the exit.

"The next time you fuck with Y/n, I'll beat the shit out of you. Make sure you let everyone else know that, too." For a moment, you were confused as to who had entered and defended you, but it only took a few moments for it to finally click.

Robin Arellano. The toughest kid in school. You had never really talked to him before. You only knew him from watching him get into fights. He intimidated you, but not in the way that you were scared of Matty or Moose or any other kid that picked on you. It was more of the kind of fear you would have around a celebrity. You just wanted him to think you were cool.

"You can come out now, they're gone. They won't bother you anymore."

Now you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that you were cowering in a bathroom stall while Robin just so easily scared Matty away.

You sighed and opened the stall door, turning to look at Robin. Who was washing his hands in the sink. You glanced down and noticed that the water in the sink was turning red, and he had a slightly pained expression on his face.

"You have got to learn how to defend yourself. Otherwise, they're just going to keep treating you like that. All you gotta do is throw a good punch, knock someone down and off their pedestal, and they won't fuck with you no more." Robin looked up to make eye contact with you through the mirror. He gave you a bit of a smile, and you couldn't help but feel flustered. You looked down at your feet, shuffling nervously and playing with the straps to your backpack.

"I can't fight. I'm thin as a toothpick. Id get knocked on my ass by a leaf." You chuckled, leaning against the wall and glancing back over at Robin.

"Its not really about how bulky you are. I mean, I've beaten Moose down before, and he looks like a mini body builder. Hell, I could probably take down Pinball Vance Hopper if I wanted to." He sighed and shook his head. "As if I'd want to do that. But the point is, its more about strategy, and knowing where to hit. I'll tell you what. My tìo has got this punching bag in our basement. I can teach you how to beat the shit out of those fuckers. Just so long as you promise to actually use it the next time they pick on you, 'kay?"

You were very surprised at first, but quickly nodded. "You'd do that for me?" You were shocked that he was so friendly with you. Any of the boys in the school had treated you like you had a disease. Like if they spent ro much time around you they were going to start turning gay too. But Robin didn't seem to care. It made you happy, relieved even, that maybe this was a potential to have a new friend.

That Friday, you had finally convinced your parents to let you stay the night at Robins. They were weary of letting you go anywhere alone these days. Not that you could blame them.

You followed Robin on his way home, smiling and chatting with him happily. For once in the past few weeks, you finally felt happy. Besides the few weird stares you got leaving school, no one bothered you. Which was rare.

That night, the two of you had brought a few blankets, pillows, and tons of snacks into Robins basement. Robin popped a Pink Floyd cassette into his player. The two of you cleared up the space around the punching bag, just in case.

Robin gave you a few tips. The best way to throw your first punch was take a quick step forward, quick step back, quick step forward, and swing. He drilled it with you a few more times before letting you try it on your own.

You landed one blow on the punching bag with enough force to make it sway back and forth on the chain it was attached to. It wasn't much, but it felt like a big accomplishment to you. The pride welling inside of you blocked out the temporary stinging pain in your knuckles.

The two of you continued doing that ober and over, and then sparred with eachother for a bit until eventually the exhaustion started to hit you like a wave, and the two of you were payed down on the king size mattress that was covered in blankets, pillows, and the open bags of candy and chips. You were sitting on one end of the bed, trying to take up as little space as possible while Robin sat a few inches away from you, eyes glued to the TV as he popped another chip in his mouth.

You couldn't help but glance over at him a few times, admiring every little detail. You knew it would only end bad for you to develop a crush on him though. You felt so guilty for looking at him, and had to force yourself to stare at the TV and focus on anything else but him.

Robin noticed your discomfort, but he decided to not bring it up.

"Robin?" You finally looked over at him again. Robin turned to look at you, giving you that signature smile he always looked at you with.

"Yeah man, whats up?"

You sighed, fidgeting with the bag of chips in your hands. "Wh-why are you being so nice to me. I mean, surely you've heard what they've said about me. I mean, I just figured you deserve to know. I-I'd feel bad if you didn't know and I was just taking advantage of your ignorance and-" this was something you did often. You always pushed other people away before the could hurt you.

Robin just chuckled and set his chips down, turning his whole body to face you. "What? That you're gay? I don't really care about that. You're chill. You're a good friend, so why should it matter if you like guys. And besides, it would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge you for that." He let out a loud laugh, turning to face the TV again.

You just sat there for a moment, dumb-founded. "So are you-?"

"Yep." He seemed so calm and non-chalant about it. It surprised you, amazed you. That must be why he never paid much attention to the dozens of girls drooling over him.

You just smiled and turned to face the TV again.

Over the next few weeks, you happily grew closer and closer to Robin. You were happy to have a friend again. A friend who didn't judge you for who you liked. A friend who treated you like a normal human being.

But you also noticed the other feelings you had for him. The way your stomach flipped inside out anytime you saw him, or the goosebumps you got whenever the two of you touched, or how excited you got to stay the night with him and get more fighting lessons.

You tried to tell yourself that you had no chance, that he was way out of your league, but you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered anytime you looked at him.

It was another Friday night at his house. This time, the two of you were simply hanging out. You were playing cards on his bed while some Queen cassette played in the background.

Everytime it was Robins turn, you would just stare at him, admire the way his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out his move, or how soft his lips looked, or how much you wished you could reach out and run your fingers through his hair.

Robin looked up to notice that you were practically in a trance. He smirked as you suddenly realized that you were staring and looked down at your cards, pretending like you were trying to decide what move to make.

Robin let out a low chuckle, which made your cheeks flush an embarrassingly bright shade of red.

"Something wrong, Y/n?" He teased, setting his cards down and resting his chin in his hand.

"You're really pretty, Robin." You mumbled. Shit. You spoke without thinking. Was Robin going to be disgusted? You knew he was gay, but still. He probably just saw you as a friend and now you just ruined the only friendship you had and-

"You think so? You're not so bad yourself, Y/n." He chuckled again, he seemed to be enjoying how embarrassed you were.

You looked up at him, locking eyes with him, unsure of what to say. Luckily you didn't need to say anything, since Robin seemed to have that covered.

"Do you have a crush on me, Y/n?" That cocky smile on his face mixed with the question was enough to make you feel lightheaded.

You dumbly nodded, words failing when you opened your mouth.

"Good, because I like you too." Robin sat up and leaned over, completely disregarding the cards on the bed. He plopped down next to you, and you froze, unsure of what to do.

"C-can i-" you locked eyes with him, then glanced down at his lips, then back at him again.

Robin nodded, and you tentatively leaned in, pressing your lips against his. Kissing Robin was simultaneously everything you expected and completely different. The feeling of your lips hurriedly and sloppily moving against his made you want to pass out right then and there.

After a few seconds, the two of you pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other. You stared into his eyes, smiling so wide your cheeks were sore.

The both of you weren't sure what to say. But nothing really needed to be said. You both liked each other, and that was all that mattered to you.

A/N: i am so sorry that this one is kinda sucky and rushed!! But still, I hope you enjoy it!!

#robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #black phone edit #finney shaw #headcanon #robin arellano x reader

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moon7jay · 3 months

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Okay okay bdhsjdjjs i have some tea to spill

So there's this guy in my class(let's name him Luke) who sits like right in front of me during exams cause he's like roll no. 34 and I'm 35 and like we have a total of 4 exams in 12th grade. And like exam no. 1 was the first time I'd noticed him- only bc he was right in front of me(i normally didn't really pay attention to the people in my class like i had absolutely no idea who was who) and i saw his face and for a millisec I'm like OOO but then i went back to panic mode cause it was the ✨math✨exam. Sooo like all thru the course of the exam we helped each other out with the answers, and like the man used to go out of his way to show me hua answer sheet if i was ever stuck and he NEVER complained if i told him to yk shift his sheet a bit so i could see. I carried loose stationary to the exam Hall cause we were only allowed to bring transparent pencil cases or none at all and i was too lazy to buy a transparent pencil case. So bc of this my pens would often slip off the table and e used to always ALWAYS pick them up even if he knew i could bend down and pick them up myself😭 and like if i ever called out to the invigilator to ask for an extra writing sheet and they didn't hear me he would always save me the embarrassment and call out to the invigilator himself and be like "maam/sir she's calling out to you" And point towards me. IF THIS ISN'T GREEN FLAG BEHAVIOR WHAT IS. and during normal days of school I'd notice that he didn't talk to a lot of people like he was the quiet one in his group. This one day i sat beside him cause there were no other seats left and the guy infront of me kept bugging me and at some point he stole my necklace and pulled my shoe off my foot and Luke(beside me) told him to cut it out and took my shoe away from the bully and gave it back to me😭 and id notice him stealing glances and like shift his seat to get closer to where I'm sitting and all of this continued on. Soo i never had a CRUSH crush on him but it was something along the lines of "i like the way he talks to people and i wanna talk to him, get to know him because he's so nice it makes me dnjejske" Like let's be serious how many men like him are really left in this world soo one day before the start of exam no. 4(the last one) i sent him a message and mind you i only sent it because i knew i was never gonna see him again after the end of exam no. 4 cause we're in grade 12 . I wouldn't have sent it otherwise because as i said these aren't FEEELINGS i have for him it's just a tiny crush. Above all i wanted him to know that he's such a great person cause why not. This is how the message went-"So, i just wanted you to know that you're such a good person, and the way you talk to people is so...polite and it's very endearing to see that someone as respectful as you exists. I don't know you, i dont know anything about you, but strangely, i have come to kind of like you, just a little bit. Even though I'm not at all sure about my feelings, i chose to tell you about it because I'll never ever see you again now, and I just wanted to give myself the closure. Again, my feelings are not serious; it's something i can't explain, but i just like talking to you somehow, even though i haven't really talked to you before. Now i know you don't like me back, so I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable. If you want to be friends, I respect that, and if you don't want to talk to me, then so be it. Again, thank you for being such a good human being ^_^"

Aaaaaand he left it on seen. What happened after that was basically nuts. The very next day he pretended like i didn't exist. And the days after that he's been acting completely normal- asking me for help during the exam, picking up my pens, calling out to the invigilator yada yada and I also still notice him stealing glances at me every so often.

I have a theory tho- he has a friend who is friends with a friend group i used to be in. That friend group has shit talked me(complete lies about me) to my current friend group about me. So like Luke isn't friends with my past friend group but his friend is. Maybe they told him something about me that isn't true and he told that to Luke...? I HAVE NO IDEA

But like there's this very good friend of mine whos also an xy chromosome and he offered to talk to Luke because he's also an xy chromosome. I'll update you when he does talk to him THANKS FOR READINF THIS LMFAO LOVE YOU

That's a whole lot of tea omg hshsh but I loved reading it so much like that's a whole fanfic plot right there hello???

LUKE NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT STRAIGHT BECAUSE WHAT, personally I liked him a lot until you described how he left you on read and basically ghosted you for a day like that's 🤨, he should be able to form his own opinions by getting to know you and not by listening to what others have to say about you. like your message was so cute and he had the audacity??(I'm sorry I just hate men like that in general, not just luke😞)

BUT, I'm praying for you babes, I'm hoping he realises you're a catch and somebody smacks him upside the head to bring him back to his senses fr fr. Keep me updated tho🤓

#xyn asks #🫧onlyni-kis

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 2 years

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Can I get angsty? You wtote how some characters would react if hit by batman buuut....How would dork squad and black mask react if our S/O would end up with lasting damage because of them. No matter if it would be because of batman or not as well. Lost limb, eye, mute, whatever you find matching to scenario

Riddler

One of his traps manufactured but instead but stopping it he tried to keep it going to get Batman and it's hurt S/O arm

Damage was big so he immediately went to hospital

He expected it to be in casket but when talking to a doctor he said it did damage to the nerve system so S/O might have problem with moving their arm

Just sits there quiet in the first time, 'they-they will be okay, they will heal'

Makes sure S/O is comfortable and does everything for them nervously waiting

Then the day comes and... they have trouble moving their hand; they can't bend their fingers or even get the arm high enough

He goes through stages of grief, not believing , getting angry at Batman and blaming him, having a breakdown understanding it was his action and having a depressive episode

He started making amends and helped them get rehabilitation, they won't be able to use hand normally but at least it won't hurt

Finally he accepts it and promises to keep S/O safe, won't ever bring them on heist again

Scarecrow

He throw his toxin refusing to leave and S/O had to literally drag him out of there

He accidentally sprays them straight in the eyes and he just froze when S/O started screaming

Finally gets out he gave them antidote and id trying to clean their eyes with water just to get some of toxin out

S/O is heavely crying out, eyes really red

He sees that there's something wrong with eyes and when S/O starts calling for him asking where he is he's getting a heart attack

Gets a doctor to immediately look after S/O

After few hours his fear were confirmed and S/O got a damage to eyes making them almost blind, only able to see stains of colors

He just gets up and goes outside and after taking deep breath destroys the container with toxin while screaming bloody murder

Is with S/O 24/7, refuses to leave but doesn't talk

S/O need to have conversation with him, otherwise his guilt will never go away

Would be more clingy if S/O forgives him, never let's them by hurt again

Mad Hatter

He was attacking with an axe, just being in one of his 'no understanding reality' moments

That was until he hit S/O throat

He stopped when he saw red and S/O fearful expression

His hands started shaking while trying to stop the bleeding with his scarf

Immediately tells his henchmen to take medic quickly

Stays with S/O trying to calm them

Doctor was able to stop it but their vocal cords were damaged so they voice would be destroyed, if they could even talk

He refuses to take this information, just hugs S/O saying everything will be alright

But when S/O tries to say something and they can't because of pain reality hits him and only silent tears are now present

He will do whatever S/O wants, be their voice, pick them up, he won't even say anything if they want

Just anything so they won't leave

Even when S/O starts talking they can see how uneasy he is, their voice is a reminder of what he did

Black Mask

It was another gang fight and he was just shooting people

While doing it he destroyed chain that was holding metal barrels and they fall on S/O

When he realized what happened he goes "Fuck!" and runs to them

It's hard to pick the barrels which gives him panic attack, when he finally gets them out of the way he sees S/O legs are crushed

Starts swearing and picks them at yelling at henchmen to finish the job while drives S/O to the hospital

The doctors immediately put S/O on operating table while Roman walks back to back smoking and cursing at himself

When it's done doctors said they weren't able to save one of their leg and he almost throws doctor threw a wall

He goes to see them as just stares

He cannot say anything, just walks out and punches the wall

For the first he regrets hurting someone

When S/O comes back he makes sure give them best prostetic leg

Let's them hold his arm while trying to walk, makes sure his henchmen won't comment on that

Way sweeter and delicate than he's ever been

Kisses their prosthetic to show that he still loves them

It's a painful reminder

#riddler x reader #mad hatter x reader #black mask x reader #scarecrow x reader #lightningstrikeleader #pati writes

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asimplearchivist · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🗡 ⤏ cade yeager’s older sister never knows what she’ll find in their barn upon returning from her routine antiquing trips—the submission box at the driveway is often littered with junk of all kinds that they try to fix for a living. ⤏ you just never would have expected for him to take on the task of repairing a cybertronian. pairing 🗡 bayverse!optimus prime/yeager!reader word count 🗡 4.8k a/n 🗡 ⤏ (ptsd-like attack reference/description for optimus credited to butterflyinthewell.) 🗡 MASTERPOST 🗡 🗡 PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ 🗡 ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER 🗡

“N...n-no…”

You stirred, blinking as your eyes adjusted to the dark.

“Optimus?” you said softly, sitting up slowly and squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to dislodge the crust from them, but you gave in and scrubbed it away. There was a strained groan from the floor of the barn, filled with static and broken by glitches. You eased to your feet, shuffling cautiously to the banister as you squinted in the dark. When your eyes finally adjusted, your breath caught in your throat.

Optimus lay sprawled on the ground, optics flickering in the dark as his entire frame seized and shuddered. His limbs jerked as though attached to invisible strings, his servos clenching tightly enough that you heard the metal creak before the tension was released. He grasped with trembling digits at the boards covering the floor, otherwise unable to move.

“S-Se-enti-nel-!” he choked out, his voice sounding distant and tinny, like a playback of an old radio broadcast. His optics flashed brightly before shutting off for a worryingly long moment. They cut back on and he made a noise low in his chassis that was filled with pure agony. “Ironh-i-ide!”

“Optimus,” you breathed, your stomach wrenching as you watched. Your lapse of helplessness vanished as you ran for the ladder, only bothering to descend halfway before jumping to the ground and rolling to absorb the fall. Your ankles ached but you forced yourself to your feet and approached the Autobot’s helm cautiously. “Optimus, can you hear me?”

There was no active response, at least from what you could tell. You noticed the dull whir-clunk whir-clunk thumping away on the inside of his chassis as you drew closer, and when you were a couple of yards away from his helm you heard an alarming quick succession of click click click click click coming from it. His mouth was working overtime, lip plating twitching with half-formed words and unintelligible sounds sputtering from his vocalizer. He jerked suddenly, his upper half shooting up in the air until gravity brought him back down with a deafening crash. You leaped back to avoid being crushed, uncertainty of what action to take gripping your insides in a tight, icy grip. You gasped and froze when a sudden cloud of thick, white smoke gushed out of Optimus’ nose and mouth, soon followed by intermittent puffs consistent with his quick, shallow ex-vents.

Biting the bullet and the inside of your cheek, you took a tentative step towards him and crouched next to his audial, hesitantly and warily lowering your palm until it came into contact with the startlingly hot metal. You yanked your hand back, but you immediately realized he stopped jerking like before. His words were becoming less distorted, but he still seemed to be caught in whatever trance he was under.

Maybe you could rouse him? Pull him out of it?

“Optimus,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, face creasing as you continued to watch the smoke rise from his mouth and nostrils. The flickering light from his optics illuminated it, giving it an eerie, unearthly glow as it curled up towards the ceiling and dispersed. The smell of ozone began to fill the air and a fluttering sensation began to make itself known in the pit of your stomach. You were suddenly struck with the memory of your mother sitting with you for long hours well into the night, cradling you close and murmuring reassurances as you wept and she ran her fingers through your hair soothingly. Anxiety attacks, emotional breakdowns, mental anguish - she had the best remedy for them, and they were all treated the same way. You plainly remembered how she would stroke your temples and pet your head, and you sidestepped the brief flash of loss scarred over as you rose up on your knees and began to stroke the curve of metal over Optimus’ right optic.

Apprehension and unknowing aside, you didn’t have any better ideas.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, hoping it would be. “It’s okay, Optimus. You’re okay. Just relax. Everything’s fine. You’re safe. There’s no need to be afraid. I...I’ve got you. You’re fine, everything’s fine. You’re okay.”

Read the rest of the chapter here! :)

#fisara's codices #fanfiction #transformers #bayverse #aoe #transformers: age of extinction #optimus prime #reader insert #optimus prime/reader #mine

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firstdivisiongirl · 1 month

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hii can i get a male match up please for tokyo revengers :) im a she/her - sorry if theres quite a bit here D:

- i like animals especially red pandas and i also like bugs too. i also sometimes like to read both manga and actual books, i like any theme but when it comes to manga i either like shonen or stories like goodnight punpun/ a girl on the shore

im very enthusiastic towards music, i listen to any genre. i can go from heavy mental and rock, to goth, to something like lana del ray where i feel like i need to be in the rain with red wine, to calm/ smthin indie, sole crushing, and then scene. theres a whole lot more i could add. lemme also add in midwest emo.

- i cant exactly pinpoint what i dislike aside from the wind because it messes up with my hair, i swear if the wind was a solid id have it knocked down immediately. though I also tend to get annoyed by people that don't use common sense.

- my hobies incule art, i have a lot of sketchbooks and majority of my lessons are done by doodling and getting told off by my the teacher cause i dont pay attention, but i still carry on. i also like to make jewelry such as bracelets/neclases, their mainly beaded but their still cute to wear and i like to make bracelets for close people

- (just for extra info here →) im mentaly unstable and have severe attached issues as well as issues with family on every aspect. id like to get better, however i just end up going down a loop hole so i cant/dont which makes everything much harder than it needs to be.

- my energy gets drained QUICK so im mostly a listener rather than a speaker when it comes to social interactions, however i do have my days where i can be jumpy and almost euthoric and talk like my life depends on it with a lot of excitement

- also i can get sudden motivation that i end up reorganising my room, one day it'd look that then after 4 months itd look like this. i tend to do spontanious little things here and there when im in a good mood and that includes in dying/cutting my hair. also ive pierced myself 6x with thumb tacks and their all healed very nicely. i have 9 ear piercings in total.

- never was much of an academic person in school, but i tend to be smart outside of it and i find enjoyment in observing people and using my own thoughts rather than finding sources

- i wont call myself shy, maybe at first sure but as i get comfortable i can go all out and i dont mind in making the first move as long as i get the same energy back, otherwise if that energy isn't given then ill forget all about them.

- i can be extremely clingy when i want to be, i hold back in latching onto someone on a daily basis. i wanna hold someone's hand, be on their back like a bag, and just overall connect soles. im touch starved and overall I can be very affectionate physically, though I'm awful at using my words for affection.

Hello! There isn’t too much. It’s actually a good thing. That means it’s easier to pick because I know more about you. It makes the match more accurate. So let’s go!

You Got…

Izana Kurokawa!!!!!

Boy is all about loyalty and keeping those he loves around!! So you wanting to be clingy, is perfect!!!

He’s a leader so he would do all the talking for you

Very patient (we saw his like 8 year plan to take down Mikey lol) so if you are struggling with anything, he’s there for you.

Would play music for you on his guitar. I think indie rock probably.

Idk why but I also called him a human red panda. The reason his because he looks cute but is a menance like red pandas.

At home dates or concerts! I hope you like the matchup!!!

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Moots and who you think their secret admirer would be?

i have so many moots, but i think ill mention the ones i interact with more often, if any moots want me to add them please feel free to send me an ask and ill respond with one !!

@arquitecturadelanada + gojo satoru -- ive already verbal diarrhoead about this but him and his actions are constantly teetering on the edge of ‘just friends’ and ‘more than friends’. you usually play it off as gojo being gojo, but sometimes it all just feels so real but then he, in typical gojo fashion, does something that makes you believe otherwise

@animated-moon + kageyama tobio -- he’d admire your hard work and skill. it’s something he finds very attractive and he just cant but develop a mini crush on you. you’re also constantly making him laugh and smile and what’s there not to love about you?

@akirine + mikasa ackerman -- mikasa doesn't know if you are just a really good friend or if she has a crush on you. she’s puzzled about her own feelings but as long as she gets to hang out with you and be with you she’d keep her feelings hidden

@avid-idiot + miya osamu -- ik you’re in love with his brother, but i feel like osamu cant help but fall in love with you too. you’re sweet and nurturing and you're just the loveliest person he’s ever met. he’d never do anything to jeopardise your relationship with atsumu, but he shows you his love through cooking for you and only you, and even sharing his food with you

@beelzebubaz + me tsukishima kei -- his cheeks turn pink whenever you smile at him with that gorgeous smile of yours. he knows you’re spoken for but he really can’t help admire you from afar. and he’d be damned if anyone finds out about his crush, he’s taking that to the grave with him

@cupidines + sukuna -- sukuna doesn't know why but he has a sudden urge to protect you and keep you away from harm at all costs. whenever he sees you fighting alongside yuuji his heart seems to beat faster and faster and he’s sitting on the edge of his throne without even realising. he’d even intervene and take control of yuuji if it meant to save you

@dani-shitting-around + sugawara koushi -- please you’re just so fun and so bubbly, he can’t help but admire you. he thinks you’re radiance rivals the sun and just loved being in your company. suga’s a very good friend and senpai though, so he keeps his feelings to himself and even gives you relationship advice when you need it

@gumiresque + choso -- the only type of love choso has ever felt almost as strong as the love he has for you, is for his brothers. but he just feels so so differently about you. his hearts starts beating so much faster, his breath quickens, and he just feel so nervous around you. he wants to give you the world on a gold platter and make you happy

@httptouya + kirishima eijirou -- he's just so smitten by you because of how kind you are and he's lowkey envious of your s/o. he's respectful in a sense that he would never outright try to ruin your relationship but he does subtle things that makes your heart flutter for him sometimes

@iwaso + sakusa kiyoomi -- i feel like he just vibes with you. he's not a secret admirer in a lover way, but more like oh he's cool and id love to hang out with them

@loving-august + eren yeager -- idk i just feel like you and eren would be good together and belong together. but because of all the edgy angst he's going through he'd push you aside and distance himself from you. he doesn't want you getting hurt and doesn't want anything bad happening to you, and make sure to keep tabs on you and your safety

@memosa + ushijima wakatoshi -- this fool is not a secret admirer. he straight up tells you how much he likes and admires you, literally screams it out loud on the rooftops. he's sweet and he's just the best, but its definitely no secret he's in love with you lmaoo

@mel-core + bakugo katsuki -- you two are literally canon at this point, idek what to say. it would start off as katsuki secretly admiring you, mainly because he doesn't know how to process or express his feelings for you. but you catch on and you let katsuki know that he's worth loving and loved, by you

@okkatsudon + levi ackerman -- he'd be so lowkey about it and most people wouldn't even realise that he's soft on you, except those that know levi well. erwin notices in the way he scans the crowd for you after a mission only relaxes when he find you and hange sees it in the way his eyes soften soften looking at you

@rinphoria + sero hanta -- he doesn't try to hide it to be fair, he doesn't really want to. he'd tease you and jokingly flirt with you and you both play it off as a joke. the only hint that it could be something more is the faint blush coating his cheeks

@towoshi + kuroo tetsurou -- he realised that he loved you a little too late, but he's loved you ever since. he's really good at hiding his feelings though so most of what he does can be passed off as kuroo just being a really good supportive friend. it's his biggest and only regret, not confessing sooner

@sunat2508 + jean kirstchein -- we've had a million conversations about this and i am dead fixed on this fr

@silkylious + megumi fushiguro -- he knows that your heart belongs to gojo and he knows that you won't ever see him that way but the heart wants what it wants and he can't help himself. he totally respects both you and gojo so he'd never try anything but he'd make sure that you're constantly okay and safe and look after you when gojo isn't around

@tsukina + suna rintaro -- hear me out bestie, it could be like rivals to friends to lovers, but unrequited. he slowly starts falling in love with you and the back and forth teasing dynamic that you two have, but he knows he can't have you. it crushes his heart but as long as he still gets to be with you, as friends he's okay. as long as you're happy, he's happy

@thegojosimpehe + bokuto koutarou -- he does not understand the art of subtlety, and that's okay because we love bo in this household. everyone can and their grandma's know that bo has a soft spot for you and its only a matter of time until you find out

#🌻.feelingsunny #🌻.nonny<33 #im sorry this took so so long #my brain is not working i stg #lagging frr

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