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#3000pln to go from krk to quebec........................... pain#or . closer to 2500 actually#the trip i planned goes krk ( flight -> ) london ( flight -> ) toronto ( train -> ) montreal ( train -> ) quebec finally#technically a flight from toronto to quebec would make more sense but. trains 💖💖💖#i checked the via train website and . well first of all this is so much more convenient than pkp intecity oh my god 💀#( literally everything is better than pkp tho so like... )#but um !!! the important part is that . hold on i forgot#yea okay um. the important part is that i love train <3 i srsly forgot what i was supposed to say here#but yea. itd be around 2k for the flights ( probably more ) and 400 for the train rides . auughhgh ( not actually that much )#( i have that sort of money in my savings. hopefully ill still have it by the time i actually have a reason to visit quebec )#trip planned for early to mid february btw . 12 days ( ferie zimowe dla mn w 2026 wypadają między . 3 a 15 chyba ? coś takiego. )#voidcore.txt
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It's once again a nighttime and I'm once again here with scene/character analysis.
As it's prominent from the last few post I'm a quite Ultra Magnus enjoyer, and I'm very upset at how people see him as heartless nerd. I see him as a person very damaged by the war. So here's some of my thoughts.
Ultra Magnus has a great problems with fitting in, because he forgot how to be in this kind of relationship and it's just depressing. For at least a century he has been in a war that took all his time for friends and especially family. And part of me thinks it is because Ultra Magnus is used to communication with orders. In "Evolution" we can see how he really tries to start a conversation, but all he knows now is orders and missions. And the next problem with him is he doesn't belong. He doesn't know what a family is, Wheeljack sends very clear messages that he is not welcomed to the Wreckers. Magnus felt completely isolated and this inability to make deeper connections than commander-soldier doesn't let him comprehend familial relationships. And I have some proofs.
The most important one is this line.
"The members of team prime are not cogs in a machine."
Why would Optimus use this particular line? It felt very meaningful and even as a non-english speaker, I felt it was very important for Ultra Magnus' character. So I went to Internet for the answer and I found this..
This one line opened a lot abt my boy. UM considers himself and team Prime through this war prism. "You are important,but we know how war is. Everyone can't survive. Sometimes you have to sacrifice something for a better outcome. Magnus doesn't think he's better than the rest of Team Prime, quite contrary, he holds himself by the same standards. I think Ultra Magnus sees himself as this metaphorical cog in a machine. He is important now, but if he isn't important in great scheme of things. This sounds like a very army type of mentality. He's prepared to die for a mission and sees little value in himself apart from weaponry and missions. So when Predaking had him and Wheeljack cornered he accepted it fairly quickly, yet was saddened with a thought of joining the allspark, especially with Wheeljack, whom he is to protect as his subordinate.
After Ultra Magnus wakes up, he's met with a lot of pleasant developments. Now he is fully accepted, Team Prime is by his side, and even Wheeljack drops this very meaningful line "Magnus fought like a wrecker"(=you're accepted in our group). And after finally asking OP about what was a Team Prime, he found out about a new concept, that basically breaks all his perceptions.
Family.
It isn't the army, or the elite guard where you are easily replaceable and aren't important. Now Ultra Magnus is family. And, forgive me for cliché, but you can't replace a family. They all are accepting each other and won't willingy leave someone behind for a brighter future.
I think if Ultra Magnus had more screen time his arc would be about relearning to care/connect in a deeper way and finding your own and others' importance, showcasing hardships of a soldier, trying to become more relaxed and closer to a people he knows and loves.
Or mb I just overanalyze one line¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Also UM and OP have this so sweet bond. Former is, being as socially awkward as he is, still being honest about his feelings and asking smt he doesn't understand. And Optimus completely trusts his lieutenant with the team family and is able to see when the other's uncomfortable/sad. I dunno, they're so brothers/friends. They're very close without having much interactions on screen.)
#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#maccadam#maccadams#ultra magnus#tfp ultra magnus#optimus prime#tfp optimus prime#team prime#wheeljack#tfp wheeljack#character analysis#???? i guess.#he's one of my favorites so be prepared for me analyzing him to hell and back
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"The 5 times he thought he loved you, and the 1 time he knew."
rollo flame x gn!reader
contains: fluff, pining (a lot of it like oh my god), strangers to friends to lovers, rollo being emotionally constipated, lots of POV changes, slight spoilers for rollo's backstory
word count: 6.3k
note: i can't defend myself </3 my legacy is just rollo at this point and i can't stop it
tags: @crysangria
———
Rollo doesn’t fall in love.
He’s well aware of its existence; the City of Flowers is renowned for its rather romantic aspects. Since the beginning of time, newly budding couples somehow always managed to hide in every corner of the city - tucked away from the overall public, but obvious enough for any local. Anyone who’s lived in the city for longer than a month learns to avoid the bridges, the alleyways, and of course, any bench at night.
While he has never understood the reasonings behind lovers’ touches and dreamy stares, even Rollo is unable to deny that the affections they displayed didn’t sound so bad… If he didn’t spend his first year in the city running into couples making out at every corner.
Noble Bell was no different.
In his three years at the institution, Rollo had quickly become accustomed to scolding the couples he found in the closets, under the staircases, and in empty classrooms. He learned to tune out the swoonings and fawnings that even his fellow council members fell victim to.
When his peers fell in and out of love, Rollo remained impartial - a stone-cold statue of a president, unswayed by human emotion.
That was, until he met you.
—[1]—
A friend of a friend, that was who you were. A fellow third year who stayed just under the radar: never aiming too high, but never stooping too low. Just another face in the crowd, no one whom he would need to ever speak with.
The first time he sees you is in the library, during a study session between him, his secretary, and his vice president. Despite being part of the student council and already having a lot on their shoulders, Rollo’s top priority was education - and naturally, he would not let his peers fall.
It was obvious from the way their table was isolated that no one dared to even be near them. There were three other chairs at the table, but not a single soul dared to touch them, even if the library was overrun due to the upcoming exams.
Well, apparently you were not one of those souls.
“Um… Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Even if your voice was silenced to a whisper, the library’s murmurs skidded to a halt, as though someone had pressed a pause button. Suddenly, it was as if everyone in the world was holding their breath, their piercing gazes lining your back. Even Rollo’s friends looked afraid for your safety, his secretary giving you the most incredulous of looks.
And if asking to sit at their table wasn’t bad enough, you’d made the poor choice to choose the seat directly next to Rollo himself.
You were already regretting your decision, but you’d already committed to the act. Right now, your need to study was stronger than your fear of Rollo, and you were not going to join the poor souls on the floor.
Rollo was probably the only one who seemed unaffected by your request. He only glanced up from his paper for a moment, his striking green eyes meeting your own before he gave you a curt nod and returned to his work.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. His shock only deepened when you sat down, unloading your bag and taking out all of your study materials after a quick wave to his secretary. In only three minutes, you had settled into your work - as if you weren’t sitting next to the most feared and respected man in all of Noble Bell.
It was refreshing.
Soon enough, the library forgot you, and the hushed whispers rose back up again - both with gossip and with the frustrated grumblings of struggling students. As Rollo reviewed his lessons, studiously jotting down important notes and underlining key concepts, he couldn’t help but find his gaze drifting over to you.
Although you didn’t say anything (why would you, you were in a library), he could tell that you were stressed - even more so than usual. The frustration in your eyes was one that he was familiar with, the eraser shavings and the scrambled calculations a key signal that you were having trouble.
Looking at what you were struggling with, he recognized the practice test for your upcoming chemistry test. Being the responsible student council president he was, he naturally stepped in to assist.
“You forgot to use the formula.”
“Huh.” You startled, your voice coming out strained and irritated at the sudden interruption. Rollo points at your calculations.
“Look here,” he explained, pointing at the rate table. “When they give you the Kc, the temperature, and the balanced equation, you use this to find Kp.”
Without any sense of shame, he reaches over and writes a formula next to your calculations. His handwriting is absurdly neat - almost as though it had been printed. You blank at the formula, recognizing it as the one you’d learned in the first lesson of this unit.
You groan in frustration as you erased your writing one more time. “By the Seven… I’m so stupid.”
“Don’t belittle yourself,” Rollo comments offhandedly, returning to his notes. “It happens to the best of us. Rather than a matter of intelligence, it’s an issue in memory and sleep deprivation.”
“You’re the one with eyebags,” you instinctively mutter. Instantaneously, the world freezes as you register your snip. Your eyes widen, and you’re already spewing apologies while Rollo stands still, caught off guard. “Sorry, that wasn’t my-”
“Are you always this straightforward with strangers?” he asks, and without thinking, you shoot back a retort.
“No, are you?” Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth, horrified. “Oh my God, I am so sorry-”
His face is turned away from you, but you swear that you caught the corners of his lips twitching - quirking up into the slightest of smiles. “Be careful with your words.”
“O-Of course," you sigh. “My bad.”
“Take care not to do it again.” Just as quickly as it came, Rollo’s smile disappeared, returning to neutrality. Perhaps he had never smiled at all. Thinking logically, you’re more inclined to believe the latter option.
Even his fellow council members are shocked. Rollo raises a brow at the way you rub your eyes, trying to make sense of what you saw. You’re so expressive, unlike the other students who kept it all hidden behind a mask of professionalism. It was refreshing, endearing even.
“You’d better get back to work now,” he advises (although it sounds like an order), his pen moving once more. “Exams are not meant to be taken lightly.”
“Right,” you mutter. Rollo’s eyes crinkle at the blatant distaste on your face as you reluctantly return to chemistry. You weren’t the only student who hated studying, far from it, but you were definitely the most open about it - especially in front of Rollo, who was infamous for his strict personality.
It’s not long before you test the waters and lightly tug at Rollo’s sleeve. Wordlessly, he glances over, and you show him your newly formed calculations - almost like a child showing off their newest drawing to their parents.
“Is this right?”
Rollo peers over at your shoulder, scanning the work you’ve written. He nods in satisfaction, looking over at you with something akin to pride.
“Good work,” he praises.
“Thanks,” you sigh in relief. You smile up at him. “It’s mainly because you helped me, though. So thanks for that, President.”
“Just Rollo is fine,” he assures calmly. You blink.
“You sure?”
“I prefer my name rather than my status,” Rollo explains. You hum in understanding.
“Gotcha. Thanks, Rollo.”
Rollo’s pen stills. You shoot him a questioning look, but he brushes it off and continues studying. He didn’t expect you to say it so easily - maybe he’d thought you’d be more hesitant.
But he doesn’t hate it.
Rather, a small part of him finds that he rather likes the way his name rolls off your tongue.
—[2]—
You don’t expect to see Rollo again after that encounter, but it seems that fate had other plans.
Magical History wasn’t your favorite class, but it wasn’t the worse. You didn’t mind learning about the wars and inventions, and if anything, that made it all the more interesting to you. But your favorite part of it was how different people took up different sides and perspectives on each part of history.
You tapped your pencil impatiently against your notebook, eyes flicking from the chalkboard and to the clock. Class wasn’t starting for another five minutes, but you were anxious to get started. Today’s lecture was primarily for review, and Lord knows you needed it.
You glance over when someone sits next to you, only to choke on your spit when you see it’s Rollo Flamme himself. You rapidly scan the lecture hall, only to become more confused when you see that there was a multitude of seats open - in fact, the room was rather vacant.
“At ease,” Rollo says, his monotone voice not helping him in the slightest. You cough, smiling at him weakly. Suddenly, his tall stature was all the more apparent. “The view from here is the best in the room.”
“Yep…” You rub your arms awkwardly, suddenly cold despite the warm uniform you don. Now you were really praying that your teacher would show up quicker.
“Are you alright?” Rollo asks, noticing your demeanor. The subtle concern in his voice would’ve surprised you if you weren’t already freaked out of your wits. “Are you perhaps cold?”
“Nope!” You hastily reply, startling him with your raised voice. “I’m just peachy.”
“Peachy?” Rollo questions, but it seems like the Seven had been looking over you that day. You’ve never been more relieved in your life to see your teacher, today’s savior, walking through the door.
You have no idea how you manage to focus on the lecture with Rollo right next to you. Just his presence enough is intimidating, suffocating even, as though he was watching, judging your every move. He doesn’t even do anything special - he’s just listening to the lecture like every other student.
Sometimes, you think you see him staring at you, but whenever you look over, he’s quick to avert his gaze. It’s almost impressive, and you almost say something about it - except even you know better than to antagonize the student council president during a lecture.
For the first half hour of the lecture, you’re stuck in this state of constant edge, barely able to relax with this 6-foot giant practically looming over your shoulder. He wasn’t even doing anything in particular, but he didn’t need to. Just being there is enough to put you into fight-or-flight mode.
Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a sadist and likes watching you squirm.
You’re very correct.
Rollo’s only half paying attention to the lecture - he knows all of the content already. Rather, he finds entertainment and peeking over at you, seeing you freeze and stiffen up whenever you catch him in the act. It’s a game of cat and mouse for him, something he finds adorable.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” you whisper from the corner of your mouth. Rollo raises a brow.
“We shouldn’t be talking in class,” he replies simply, pretending to be paying attention. You roll your eyes.
“Nice dodge,” you scoff playfully, and Rollo smiles. It’s not much - just a quirk of the lips, so small that you’d have to squint to see it. It’s a smile whose warmth is subdued, like a little match in a snowstorm. You can’t put your finger on it; it’s almost like fondness, except that doesn’t sound right for the Rollo Flamme.
"You’re smiling," you state the obvious. Yet there's a certain awe in it - someone would've thought that Rollo had grown two heads by the way you were looking at him.
Rollo’s pen stops in its movements. He seems to lag for a moment, surprised and unsure, before his lips straighten and he’s back to normal.
“Is there an issue?”
“No,” you laugh. The initial fear you had felt has dissipated. Rollo’s smile, despite being so small you'd have to look at it through a microscope, was still a smile. “Just didn’t expect it from you, y’know? Since you’re all big and serious around here.”
“I see,” Rollo says quietly, turning away. If it weren’t for his stone-cold face, you would’ve compared him akin to a kicked puppy.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you say. “I think it looks nice on you.”
Rollo remains silent, but the slight widening of his eyes is key enough. It's enough to bring a smile onto your face as you return your attention to the lecture.
Rollo doesn’t say anything after that, but he doesn’t need to. Any tension that had existed between you two had evaporated, the invisible wall opening its gates. Your body has visibly relaxed, and you’re able to fully concentrate on the lesson again.
In the corner of your eye, although you’re almost certain you imagine it, you think you see Rollo’s eyes soften.
—[3]—
When you’re not studying your sanity away at school, you’re working.
You work part-time at one of the many bakeries in the City of Flowers, famed for their pastries. You also sell coffee and tea for the many tired students from the college (such as yourself), so you’re used to seeing many of your classmates coming in the morning.
Around a month has passed since your little moment with Rollo. To put it simply, the two of you have gotten closer.
Studying together in the library became a common occurrence as you found yourself frequenting Rollo’s table more often. Apparently, Rollo’s standards wouldn’t let you study in peace, so he opted to personally tutor you to appease his own state of mind. In his own words, he couldn’t stand by and watch a classmate struggle in front of him.
Safe to say, Rollo was a strict teacher. He wasn’t afraid to point out the inconsistencies in your work, and often gave you tips on what to do. You were afraid that he’d get irritated with how much you overthought everything, but the most he’d give you would be a gentle tug on the cheek whenever you got ahead of yourself.
You look over at your shoulder at the modules you had left to complete. Thankfully, the number of papers had drastically decreased, thanks to a certain someone. Unknowingly, a smile slips onto your face at the thought of him.
The bell rings, and you’re immediately in work mode. You plaster on a customer service smile, straightening behind the counter.
“Hello, how can I help you- Oh hey, Rollo!” Your face breaks out in a grin at the sight of your study partner. “What’re you doing here?”
Honestly, it’s weird to see him without that uniform of his. Seeing him in a casual turtleneck and coat feels almost illegal, like you’re looking at something that only certain people should see.
“Oh, it’s you,” he briefly acknowledges, bright green eyes meeting your own before scanning the vast amount of display pastries. A month ago, you would’ve taken his apathetic greeting as coldness. But having been in his presence for quite a while now, you’ve learned to pick up the smallest of ques.
“Can I get you anything?”
Rollo tears his eyes away from the tempting pastries. “A medium black coffee, please.”
You nod, nimble fingers already moving to ring him up. “Will that be all?”
“Yes,” Rollo confirms, digging into his coat pocket for his wallet. As you tell him the price, you take out a coffee cup, writing Rollo’s name on it in sharpie. Turning your back to him, you opt to add a little message alongside it.
While you make the coffee, Rollo sets himself down in the corner of the bakery, taking out his study materials. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on the croissants, almost longingly. In the back of your head, you remember one of your conversations (you’d tried distracting him so that you could get a break. It lasted 3 minutes).
“So, what kind of food do you eat?”
“The same as everyone else.”
“No, like when you’re out. You know, like in your free time?”
“Oh. I suppose… Croissants. I’m rather fond of them.”
“Eh, makes sense.”
You figure that he’d probably skipped breakfast again, knowing him. Apparently, breakfast was optional to him. Despite being only 18, Rollo was already living the life of an overworked salaryman, always worried about his council and studying his life away.
But being the good friend you were, you weren’t letting that slide. Rollo was going to take care of himself, whether he liked it or not.
“Rollo?”
Right on cue, he stands up, walking to the counter to retrieve his drink. By all means, you give it to him, but right before he leaves, you call out to him.
“Oh, you forgot this!”
Rollo’s brows crinkled at your exclaim. How could he have forgotten anything? The only thing he ordered was currently in his hands right now. Still, he returns to the counter, ready to call you out on your mistake.
He doesn’t get the chance to.
You press something wrapped and warm into his free hand. Looking down, Rollo’s pleasantly surprised with a freshly baked croissant. He jerks his face up to meet your gaze, confusion written all over his typically stoic face. It’s nice, to finally surprise him for a change.
“I know you didn’t eat breakfast today,” you explain cheerfully, leaning on your forearms on the bakery counter. “You didn’t think I would let you spend your day with just a coffee in your stomach, did you?”
“I can’t take this,” Rollo protested, already moving to hand you back the croissant. You click your tongue.
“Nope, you are,” you push his hand back. His hands are cold, you note. “It’s on the house, trust me. And if the owners have a problem with it, I can always pay for you.”
“But-”
“No buts,” you smile cheekily up at him, propping your head onto your hand. Rollo’s ears flush at just the tips. “I know you want it anyways, so stop being stubborn and just take the thing, okay? It’s fine, don’t worry.”
Rollo stares at you, conflict flickering in his eyes. To an outsider, he’s outright glaring at you, but you know there’s no malice.
You can already imagine the inner turmoil fighting in his mind. On one hand, he wants the croissant - he’s been eyeing it for a good ten minutes - and he’s hungry. On the other hand, his moral righteousness won’t let him take anything without paying.
But in the end, his hunger (and you) wins him over. He sighs, reluctantly giving in.
“If you insist,” he says cooly, ignoring the way his heart pounds in his chest. “I’d best be going now. I’ll see you in class.”
“See you,” you wave, straightening yourself. Rollo turns to leave, but right before he does, you hear a faint murmur.
“Oh, and… thank you. For the croissant.”
—[4]—
“Every day, without fail, the president climbs the tower to clean the Bell of Salvation.”
It’s pouring outside when you remember the words of your friend, Rollo’s secretary. Looking outside your dorm’s window, the streets are dark as rain cascades from the sky and onto the city. Even from inside your warm room, you can feel the cold from the outside.
You can’t help but wonder if Rollo was also out there, still cleaning that Bell.
You wouldn’t put it past him, to be honest. That man was nothing if not a workaholic. Your friends in the student council had told you of how he spent countless all-nighters just to put together school events, and that wasn’t including his work as a student. But you didn’t need them to tell you any of that. Rollo’s constant eyebags and coffee addiction told you plenty enough.
You sigh to yourself, leaning onto the window. Your friend notices your sulking, sighing to himself as he walks over. You’ve been like that for a good twenty minutes now.
“President Flamme will be fine,” he says, sitting across the windowsill from you. “He always is.”
“In this weather?” you ask, barely sparing him a glance. “He’d catch a cold before he gets any cleaning done.”
“You’d be surprised,” your friend laughs. “He can be pretty persistent when he wants to be.”
You chuckle, eyes softening with the memories. “You've got that right. I still remember how he made me stay up for two hours until I could get a problem right. He even got food so that I couldn’t use it as an excuse for a break.”
“He did that for you?” Your friend’s eyes widen in surprise. You nodded sheepishly, a fond smile creeping on your face.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect it either.”
Your friend snickers knowingly. You shoot him a look, only for him to brush it off.
“Anyway, if you’re that worried over him,” he suggests, “why don’t you go up and check on him? You’re the least likely to get yelled at if you do.”
“That’s what you say,” you roll your eyes playfully. “But you have a point. Unfortunately.”
“Always do,” your friend huffs pridefully. He winks at you as he lightly pushes you toward the exit. “Don’t worry about sneaking out. I’ll cover you.”
That’s how you found yourself scaling the old bell tower, holding an extra coat in your arms, a small flame dancing in the palm of your hand for light. You were careful to keep the flame from fanning out of control, as the tower was made from wood.
Your legs ached by the time you neared the top. You had no idea how Rollo did this on a daily basis, much less in the raging storm.
The wind battered at your face the second you reached the highest story, blowing rain into your eyes and nearly putting your flame out. Struggling to shield yourself from the wild tempest, you squint through the raindrops for Rollo. Thankfully, you didn’t have to look too far.
“Rollo?” you call out, your voice straining against the wind. Faintly you can spot the tall silhouette of your friend, somehow completely fine and still dutifully polishing the bell. “Rollo!”
The silhouette freezes, and turns to meet your gaze. You sigh in relief when you see the familiar green of his eyes, pushing your way through the storm to meet him.
“What are you doing here?” Rollo asks, caught off guard by your appearance. His gaze wanders over your body, noticing how drenched you were getting. “The storm is dangerous, you’ll catch a cold.”
“That’s what I should be saying!” you huff, lightly hitting his chest. “You’ve been out here cleaning the Bell for how long again?”
“Only an hour, the rain helps-”
You roll your eyes, putting your hands on your hips. “Only an hour?! You’re the one who’s going to get sick at this rate!”
“But I’m not-”
“Yeah, yeah, no, we’re going inside,” you retort, grabbing his hand. Rollo surprisingly doesn’t protest, allowing you to drag him off his precious bell and back into the safety of the tower. It’s by no means warmer, but it’s definitely drier.
You sit down on one of the many tables inside the tower, cringing as the walls shake from the wind. But you know that the tower won’t fall. It’s old, yes, but it has prevailed through storms like this before. The Bell of Salvation’s magic still runs strong.
“Your hands are freezing,” you comment, Rollo’s hand still intertwined with your own. His hands were always cold, but today they were like blocks of ice. You run your thumbs over the palms of his hands, cupping both of them before whispering a small spell.
Warmth tickles your palms like little embers, providing you and Rollo solace in the freezing winter. You let out a breath of contentment, before realizing just what you were doing. Snatching your hand away, you frantically apologize - not noticing the dejected look in Rollo’s eyes as you do so.
“Great Seven, I am so sorry-”
“I don’t mind,” Rollo says quietly, purposely avoiding your gaze. He silently thanks the darkened room for preventing you from seeing his flushed ears.
“You don’t?” you question, looking up at him. Briefly, you saw a glimpse of red before Rollo hastily looked away, lightly shaking his head. You feel your face warm, but decide to blame it on the magic. Hurriedly, you look for a way to change the conversation.
“So… I didn’t notice it earlier, but how are you perfectly dry in that storm?” you ask, rubbing your arms, cringing when you noticed how soaked you were. Rollo looks relieved from the change of subject.
“Magic,” he explains easily, as if it were obvious. And it kind of was. You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Oh, right,” you chuckle, glancing down at your ringed finger. You hummed, waving your hand and blasting yourself with a gust of hot air, effectively drying yourself. “It really solves everything, doesn’t it.”
Rollo’s face visibly sours at your comment. “Is that how you really feel?”
The coldness in his voice surprises you. You’ve never heard such hatred and malice from him before. Had you said something wrong?
You swallow nervously. “What do you mean?”
“Do you truly think that magic solves everything?” Rollo crosses his arms, a scowl twisting his face.
“Well, it depends,” you say carefully, not wanting to set him off. You can already hear the warning bells in his tone. “The way I see it, magic’s a tool.”
“Even if it’s evil?” Rollo questions angrily. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself against him.
“I don’t think it’s evil,” you say firmly, yet softly. “I mean, look at this city. The Bell’s magic protects us, doesn’t it?”
“It didn’t protect-” Rollo cuts himself off. You give him a look, but don’t pry. It isn’t your business to ask nor to know what had happened to him for him to despise magic this much. He hadn’t said much, but it’s obvious to you.
“Like I said, magic is a tool,” you continue, facing him fully. “It’s like a knife. When you’re stabbed, you don’t blame the knife, but the person holding it.”
Rollo doesn’t say anything, but you can see the turmoil twisting in his eyes. You’re challenging something that had been in his life longer than you have, something that you’ve never seen.
You decide to take a risk, a step forward. Reaching out, you cup his hands in yours once again. Rollo only watches, confusion and anticipation keeping him curious.
You whisper your spell once again, except this time, the embers blossom into fire. Sparks of flame surround the two of you like fireflies, dancing daintily in the wind. Warmth like a mother’s embrace envelops the two of you as you hold a flickering flame in your intertwined palms.
The glow of the fire illuminates Rollo’s face, entranced by the blaze. Something moves in your chest, and you find yourself scooting closer to him so that you can bask in more of this warmth.
“Magic can be dangerous,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You’re right beside him at this point, your shoulders nearly brushing together. Rollo turns to look at you, his face uncharacteristically gentle. You don’t notice, keeping your gaze on your flame. “And you don’t have to like it. But it can also be beautiful.”
You laugh to yourself, sighing as you lay your head on Rollo’s shoulder. You hope he doesn’t hear how loudly your heart beats. He doesn’t react, but he also doesn’t protest.
“You know, you worried the hell out of me earlier,” you suddenly confess, the flames dancing in your eyes. “I mean, you already do, with your sleeping habits and how much pressure you put on yourself. But today was… Well, it wasn’t our best day.”
“...I’m sorry,” Rollo whispers, and you almost don’t hear it. But it’s genuine, heartfelt, and sincere. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, bringing you closer together.
You smile, relaxing into his hold.
“As long as you’re okay.”
Neither of you acknowledges the position you’re in, nor the intimacy of it. You don’t have to. For now, all you do is rest, and enjoy each other’s touch.
You don’t see it, but eventually, Rollo closes his eyes, and leans his head onto yours.
It’s the most relaxed he’s ever been.
—[5]—
Rollo thinks he’s going to die.
Not literally, of course, but he was pretty close.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing out here, taking a leisurely walk around the city streets with you. He has no idea how you managed to drag him out of his uptight uniform, or how you convinced him to enjoy the snow and the festivities.
He sighs, pulling up his scarf to warm his face. You already made him layer up quite a bit, but just to be safe, you also wrapped that around him to make sure he didn’t accidentally die from touching a snowflake.
He chuckles at the thought, his breath fogging in the cold winter air. The way you constantly fretted over him, overthinking everything and taking care of him… His cheeks warmed at the thought, a fond smile overtaking his lips without him noticing.
“I’m back! God, that line was so long and I swear this lady cut in front of me and I’ve never wanted to strangle someone so badly-”
Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. Rollo’s breath clogs in his throat when you run up to him, two steaming cups of hot chocolate in your hands. He can’t help but think of how cute you were in your winter apparel, all cozy and warm.
He mindlessly tunes out your rantings, only half listening as he simply stares at your lips. Even when he takes one of the cups you offer him, he only watches. Eventually, he sees you running out of air and reaches out, patting your head to shut you up.
“Are you done?” he asks. You huff, sipping your hot chocolate to make yourself feel better - nearly burning yourself in the process.
“Yeah, I’m done,” you giggle, sticking out your tongue to cool it. “Sorry about that.”
“I like hearing you talk,” Rollo assures, effectively flustering you. Reaching out, he lightly tugs your cheek. “And be careful when you drink that. You could’ve burned yourself.”
“But I didn’t,” you mutter, rubbing your cheek with a pout. Rollo raises a brow, but you brush it off. “Anyways, how’s the chocolate?”
“Hot,” Rollo says bluntly, making you snort. “But also sweet.”
“Do you like it?” Rollo nods.
“It’s perfect for a night like this,” he observes, looking out towards the bright lights that litter the snow-covered city.
“Right?” you hum cheerfully, the snow fluttering around you prettily. “Let’s find somewhere to sit.”
The two of you quickly found a bench to seat yourselves on. You lean back onto the wooden chair, happily drinking away at your chocolate. You only stopped when you feel a presence at your shoulder.
Looking up, you let out a sound when you found Rollo’s face mere inches away from yours. Your breath hitched at the sudden proximity as you froze in place, becoming a mere statue.
You only snapped out of your phase when you felt something soft pressing up to the corner of your lips. Rollo dabs at you with one of his many handkerchiefs. The pure concentration on his face only manages to fluster you more until he pulls his hand back, seemingly satisfied with his handiwork.
“You had chocolate on your lips,” he explains, not noticing the way you stare at him, blood rushing to your face.
“...Oh,” you manage out, your voice small.
You can practically feel Rollo’s breath ghosting on your lips. Subconsciously, you held your breath, watching him carefully for his next move. Rollo seemed to have the same idea, uncertainty taking hold of him for the first time.
The two of you waited with bated breath, waiting for the other to take that risk. For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared into a flash of white.
But you both hesitated too long.
Rollo jumps as something tugs on his coat, effectively breaking the spell. He looks down to see one of the city goats staring up at him cutely, bleating for his attention. Begrudgingly, he sighs and reaches down to pet it.
The goat unfortunately uses that to jump on him. It attempts a bite at his cup, but thankfully, Rollo has quicker reflexes than one would think. His height also means that he’s able to hold the cup far out of the goat’s reach.
“No, you don’t,” he grits out, the goat’s weight heavy on him. “You can’t eat chocolate, fool.”
Something about Rollo unironically calling a goat a fool was just too ridiculous for you.
You break out laughing, your eyes crinkling. Rollo’s chest constricts at the sight, his arm relaxing for a second as he stares at you in awe - barely noticing when the goat tries again for his cup.
There are few things that he could call precious. But your smile, this moment, your laughter… He would say that they were the brightest treasures in the world.
—[ + 1 ]—
Rollo isn’t stupid.
He isn’t oblivious.
He knows the way he feels isn’t normal. He knows the way he wants you, craves you, needs you, is anything but. He always knew.
But what sets it in for him, is when he sees those couples in the streets of the city. When he sees those loving gazes towards one another, the way they hold hands, and how comfortable they are with each other, he’s no longer filled with indifferent disgust.
Rather, he wonders how it would feel to do that with you.
What would it be like, to be able to hold you and call you his own?
He’s wondered for a while. When you cup his hands in your own, he relishes in your warmth, but finds himself wanting more. When you look at him, he becomes lost in your eyes. When you smile, he sees your lips, wondering how they’d feel pressed up against his.
It’s a strange thing for him, to want something so badly.
So when he finds himself nestled in your arms, finally resting, he’s conflicted.
With his head laying gently on your chest, he practically melts into your hold. Your fingers thread through his hair, softly petting and massaging his scalp as you do. His eyes are closed, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.
He's able to let go with you. He allows himself this small moment of vulnerability. He lets you hold him, finding redamancy in your touch. For in your arms, he is safe - this is his home.
"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice muffled by your clothes. You hum, playing with his hair.
"Of course," you shift the delicate locks between your fingers. "That's what friends are for."
Friends. He finds that the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Friends, yes, that was what you were. A month or two ago, he would've been fine, delighted even, to be called such a thing.
But is it so wrong to be longing for something more?
You must've felt him stiffen, as you look down at him in concern.
"You okay, Rollo?"
He really isn't. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he raises his head to look at you.
Your hand falls from his hair to cradle his face, your thumb tenderly swiping over his cheek. Rollo closes his eyes in contentment, nuzzling into your palm - almost like a kitten, you'd comment later.
"You're unfair," he mumbles, peering at you once again. You tilt your head, prompting him to continue. He reaches up, covering your hand with his own. "You dare to hold me like this, and yet you still only call me 'friend'."
You hum, looking away bashfully. "I was afraid to call you something else."
"You were afraid of nothing." Rollo lifts his head, moving your hand so that he could press a kiss to your palm. His eyes stayed trained on yours, waiting to see any reaction - as if he was asking for permission.
The look you give him is nothing short of loving. It's what pushes him to test the boundaries even further, to push himself up. You look up at him with hidden intrigue, knowing, and even anticipation - as if you knew just what was coming ahead.
Rollo lets go of your hand, taking a hold of your chin instead, tilting it up to face him. His eyes search yours carefully, still hesitant even now.
You nod your head, silently giving your approval. Your words have lost you, unable to make it past the lump in your throat.
Rollo leans forward, close enough so that your noses brush against each other. Taking one last breath, he takes the dive, closing his eyes and gently pressing his lips to yours.
Instantly, your eyes shut as if falling into a trance. Your hand trails up to the back of his head, holding him there as the other reaches to wrap around his waist - bringing him impossibly closer.
It’s over before you know it. When Rollo finally pulls away, you instinctively follow, chasing him. It’s only when Rollo lightly pushes you back that you peek your eyes open.
In the swirling forest of his eyes, you see amusement, adoration, and most importantly, gratitude.
Not a word is spoken when Rollo falls back into your arms, and you are there to welcome him, as you always have.
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Red, White, and Rooster
Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger
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Chapter 2: First 100 Days
One hundred days. You had been Chief of Staff for one hundred days. You couldn't believe it.
What you couldn't believe more was the fact that Bradley's approval rating was high. The highest of any president's every in recent history for their first one hundred days in office. The people loved him.
You had worked hard to keep him on the right track. He might be running the country, but you were running him.
These first one hundred days hadn't been easy by any means, but you felt a sense of relief that you had pulled them off. You felt confident that if you had made it this far, you could see it through for the next four years.
You had just finished meeting with your staff for a morning briefing when Jenson, one of the secret service agents came up to you.
"Ma'am, we have a situation that requires your attention in the West Wing." He tells you. You tell your assistant Tamera to hold your calls and reschedule your morning meetings as you follow Jenson.
A few minutes later, you enter the Oval Office. You find Jake sitting on a couch, cigar in hand, and Bradley is sitting in his chair with his back turned to you.
"Mr. Vice President, Mr. President, you requested to see me."
"Ms. Wiseman," Bradley begins. He turns around dramatically and kicks his feet up on the desk. You notice he, too, has a cigar in hand. In your mind, you think that it is way too early for them to smoke a cigar, but when they are some of the most powerful men in the world, logic doesn't make sense.
"Have a seat." Bradley continues. You quickly sit. Something about the way his voice is doesn't sit right with you. He's calm yet authoritative. Normally, he is much softer with you.
He gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He sits on the coffee table in front of you.
"Do you know what today is, Ms. Wiseman?" He asks you. "It's your one hundredth day in office, sir, we have a dinner and a speech planned for tonight. Is there something I am forgetting?" You ask him. Your palms are starting to sweat. Bradley has never made you this nervous.
"Yes, but what is the date?" He tilts his head. You look past him to Jake who is also staring you down.
"April 29th, sir." You reply. "Precisely." He claps his hands and stands up. "And do you know what is important about April 29th Ms. Wiseman?" He asks you as he walks back to his desk.
Your mind is blank. Surely you hadn't forgotten something about today. You had every meeting, dinner, drink, and everything in between written down.
You search through your planner and phone as Bradley fiddles with something at his desk. You miss the smirk Jake has on his face as you get flustered.
Suddenly, a small gift bag appears in your line of sight.
You look up at Bradley, who is holding it with a smile.
You look to Jake once again, who is also smiling.
"Did you forget?" Jake asks you. You look at him confused. "Oh my god, you did forget!" He exclaims before he and Bradley break out into a fit of laughter.
You look at them like they are crazy.
"Um, hello!? Does anyone want to fill me in?" You snap your fingers at them.
"Y/N, it's your birthday! You forgot your own birthday!" Bradley gasps as he wipes a tear from his eye.
You pause, and then it hits you. It really is your birthday. Today, you're thirty years old. "I've been so busy it just slipped my mind." You sigh. The two men finally stop laughing.
"You know, you really had me freaked out. I thought it was something serious." You tell Bradley. "It is something serious! It's your thirtieth birthday!" He exclaims, holding out the gift bag again.
You take it from his hands. Inside is a pair of oval cut diamond post earrings. You take one look at them and know they will match you pendant he gave you on inauguration night perfectly. You smiled as you touched the pendant around your neck. You'd worn it every day since then, like a good luck charm.
You found a card in the bottom. You quickly opened it, and read it.
"What?!" You shrieked, shooting up from your seat.
"Is that a good 'what' or a bad 'what'?" Bradley asked you as the smile from his face drops.
"A bad one! You rescheduled or canceled my meetings for next week without telling me? You cleared my schedule without asking me first?!" You yell at him.
Bradley and Jake had tried to do something nice for you for your birthday. They had made it possible for you to have to have the week off to spend it in the Caribbean with your best friend at a resort. They'd arranged and paid for everything and cleared your schedule without telling. They now realized what a bad idea it was.
"We were trying to be nice!" Bradley defends as you storm towards him. He tries to duck behind his desk, but you beat him and deliver a harsh smack to his chest.
"Ow!" He exclaims. "You know I could have you arrested for that." He tells you. "You won't. You'd be lost without me. Which is why I don't understand why you thought this was a good idea." You throw your arms up and walk away from him.
"Wise-woman, you've been working so hard for us. We thought you deserved a break." Jake tells you. "Plus, everything is non-refundable, so you have to go."
"I'm the Chief of Staff for the president. I could get a refund." You state.
"You're going, and that's final." Bradley states. You know there is no changing his mind. You head to your room and pack. You call your best friend to tell her the news, but she already knows. The two of you leave out tomorrow at noon.
Since your schedule is wide open, you take a look over the final draft for Bradley's speech for tonight. You head to the gym for a quick workout, then to your bathroom for a long hot shower.
You fix your hair and makeup before dawning your necklace and new earrings. You slip into a sleek black cocktail dress and head to the dining room.
You spend the evening fielding questions and keep Bradley on track. His speech goes remarkably well.
Soon, everyone is ushered out of the White House, and it's residence can make their way to bed.
Before you leave for your trip, you make sure your staff, Bradley, and Jake all swear to you that they will call you if they need you. They wish you safe travels before seeing you on your way.
You meet your best friend Jaycee at the airport the next day. The two of you spend time catching up before flying first class to the US Virgin Islands. You're gone three days before your phone rings.
"Hello, Ms. Wiseman?" A voice speaks on the line.
"Yes, this is she." You confirm.
"Please hold for the Vice President." The line goes silent before Jake's panicked voice calls out. "Y/N, we need you back in Washington. We have a situation. I've arranged a jet to come and get you and Jaycee in two hours." He tells you before the line goes dead.
Two hours later, you're on a plane. Four hours after that, you're stateside. A car picks you up from the airport while another escorts Jaycee home. You're pulled into a conference room the minute you get in the door.
"Ms. Wiseman, sit." Your assistant tells you.
You ignore her and walk over to Bradley and Jake, who are huddled with the press team.
"I'm going for three days. Three days! And you've fucked something up, haven't you?" You yell at Bradley.
"Y/N—listen to me! I swear it's a lie!" Bradley defends himself.
"What's a lie?" You ask him. "No one told you?" Jake asks you. "No, no one has told me anything. My phone has been out of service since I got on the plane. What is going on?" You demand.
One of the press team members slides a folder to you. You open it up and read the headline, "Daddy Dearest? Former staff member claims she had an affair with President Bradshaw and is pregnant with his child." You go on to read that the staff member claims,"she was fired for revealing her pregnancy to the Commander in Chief." You read on and see the woman's name and a picture of her.
You know exactly who she is. You fired her. Not because she was pregnant, but because you caught her trying to steal encrypted information about the president's schedule, and you had caught her sneaking in the living quarters. She had been stalking Bradley.
You look up from the paper and back to Bradley.
"Please—please for the love of God, tell me you didn't sleep with the crazy chick who was stalking you? Oh my god, was that the reason she was stalking you?!" You exclaim.
"No, I didn't sleep with her. I haven't slept with any of the staff. I haven't had sex in months!" Bradley barks out. Jake snickers. You cut your eyes at him, and he immediately stops.
"Okay. Don't worry, I can handle this. I have a plan but I need some help." You tell them.
"Jenson, get my friend Jaycee Marchetti on the phone. She works for The Washington Post. I can get us ahead of this. Mr. President, we are going to release a counter statement. Davners, call Emily Feilding at CorpLabs. She owes me a favor. Rogers, get me the personal file on our bitter friend here. I need to know where she lives and who her medical provider is." You command the people in the room.
Everyone starts moving as you head to your office.
You look over a few things and see that this story hit the press late last night. Some garbage tabloid published it, and it went viral on social media. Damn those GenZers.
It takes forty-eight hours for your plan to be put in motion. Just like you suspect. This woman has faked everything.
Your friend Jaycee was able to keep the story out of The Post and has kept running positive pieces about Bradley.
Once you found out where the whistle blower lived, you had her followed by a P.I. and you have more than enough evidence after two days to use against her.
You got a copy of her medical records, and there is no proof of pregnancy. But just in case, you have Emily on standby.
You're at the door waiting for her when the secret service escorts her in and leads her to a room with just the two of you.
"Shannon," you being as she sits down. "Oh how wish I could say it was nice to see you, but we both know it isn't.
You grimace as she smirks at you.
"Can we make this quick? I have an interview with the Evening Show in a few hours, and I need to be ready for it." She deadpans.
"Oh, I'm going to make this very quick. Let's cut to the chase. You and I both know you aren't pregnant. You're mad because you got fired for trying to steal the president's encrypted schedule and for trying to sneak into his private bedroom." You tell her.
"You're wrong! I am pregnant with his baby. And I'm going to make sure all of America knows." Shannon insists.
"No, the fuck you aren't." You breathe out.
"You see, Ms. McAllen, one great thing about working for the White House is that we keep all of your personal information on file. So I was very easily able to find your home address and have one of my P.I.s follow you the past two days. And do you want to know where they followed you to?" You ask her.
You watch the smirk fall from her face.
"They followed you to not one, but two bars. And, I have photographic and video evidence of you consuming multiple alcoholic beverages. Now, I've never been pregnant myself, but every American with even the tiniest bit of common sense knows that if you're pregnant, you can't consume alcohol." You state. She leans back in her chair and opens her mouth to speak, but you cut her off.
"Also, they followed you to your gynecological appointment on Friday. I was able to pull your records from that appointment and see that you were going in for an IUD insertion. Do you know the great thing about getting an IUD? They perform a pregnancy test just to be safe! My wonderful friend Emily at CorpLabs got me a copy of your results. Can you read what it says right there for me?" You ask her as you slide the folder to her.
"It says that I'm not pregnant." She stutters out.
"Exactly." You smirk at her.
"So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to go on the Evening Show, and you're going to tell everyone that you lied. You were upset that got fired, not for having an affair with the president but for stalking him. You're going to tell them you've been unstable since you stopped taking your medication, but you're going to get help. Then, some nice officers are going to escort you out, and no one is ever going to hear from you again." You tell her.
"But I don't take any medication! I don't have mental problems, " Shannon shouts at you.
"Not according to what I have here. This file says you have bipolar depression and anxiety." You point to the file.
"But, this is—you made this up." She shreiks.
"Maybe I did, but the people won't know that. They'll believe what it tell them."
"This is illegal! You can't do this. I won't do it!" She screams.
"Fine, have it your way. But I guarantee you that if you don't do things my way, I will make your life a living hell. I have the heads of every major news outlet on speed dial. My friend Jaycee at The Post has the files and photos ready to publish. All I have to do is say the word, and all of this gets leaked." You walk around the table to stand over her.
"I will make you public enemy number one. The people love the president. He is America's golden boy. Do you know why? Because I made him that! If this gets out, you won't be able to go to work, the grocery store, the mall, the metro, or anything else. You won't be able to leave your shithole apartment without someone recognizing your face and instantly hating you for the lies you told and the trouble you cause him. You have no idea the amount of hell I can ran down on you, you vicious little bitch" You shout at her.
"You— you—you can't do this to me." She chokes out.
"I can, and I will because I am Y/N fucking Wiseman and I am the best at what I do. Do you think I made it this far without being cut throat? Do you think that I won't do every possible thing in my power to ruin you because you've come after something I care about? I have no problem gaslighting, gatekeeping, or girlbossing ANYONE who threatens someone I care about. I am the author of this narrative, and the truth is what I say it is." You sneer at her as you watch the last bit of hope die in her eyes.
You hold eye contact with her, as she cowers in her chair.
"Okay— fine —you win." She sighs, admitting defeat. "But I want some sort of financial compensation." She demands.
"Oh hell no, Shannon. You don't get to come here and threaten everything that I have worked so hard for and then try to get a payout. The president doesn't negotiate with terrorists and neither do I. Your payment is me not leaking this information and ruining what shred of dignity you have left. Now, do we have a deal, or would you like to fuck around and find out?" You stare down at her intensely.
"We have a deal." She breathes out. "Good, now I need you to sign a few things for legal reasons, in case you ever try a stunt like this again." You hand her some papers and a pen. She quickly signs them and leaves.
You hold your head up high as you exit the room and stride to the Oval Office.
You toss the paperwork onto Bradley's desk. He looks up at you.
"I fixed it, just like I always do." You tell him.
"Thank you!" He sighs in relief.
"Now, what lesson did we learn?" You ask him.
"That I would be lost without you, Sweetheart." He smiles.
"Not exactly what I was going for, but all take it. Now, do you think you can go a few hours without another scandal?" You ask him. He nods.
"Fantastic. Then can you please have a guest room prepared and transportation arrange for my friend Jaycee? I still have two days of vacation, and I'd like to get some use out of them. It's the least you could do — Mr. President." You tease him.
His more than happy to oblige you.
You quickly texted Jaycee to let her know what is going on. Before you go back to your room, you head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of your favorite wine and a corkscrew. You forgo a glass, because after today, you're going to need the whole thing.
Wise-woman came, saw, and conquered! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
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How would the brothers react to you hiding you’re phone from them?
Older brother edition
Lucifer
When he walked into his room he say you laying on his bed.
You had been kicking your feet and giggling to yourself.
He assumed one of his brothers sent you something.
Until, he walked towards you and saw you blushed.
You look at him and hid your phone under you.
He was never one to invade your space especially by going through you’re phone.
But you’d never hid your phone before.
“What was that” he asked, all expression gone from his face.
Before you had time to answer, he swiped the phone from under you.
You changed your passcode?
At this point he is thinking the worse.
Are you cheating on him? The Avatar of Pride himself??
He was enraged at this point.
He gave you one chance to explain yourself.
If it was a joke you’d better fes up before something serious happened.
You unlocked you’re phone only for him to see a picture of you wrapped around his arms while he was sleeping.
He could he your face peeking at the bottom of the picture.
You had been giggling at him sleeping?
He gave the most puzzled look.
You reassured him that you were admiring his beauty, even if he was drooling.
Mammon
You were waiting for him to finish up in the classroom.
Just as he was about to leave the class he heard you giggle.
Cute he thought.
You were facing the door allowing him to see your screen… or so he thought.
You have a blackout screen?
“Um Mc when’d ya get that thingy”
You ask him what thingy?
He shakes it off as nothing maybe you’ve always had that.
He’s walking you back home until you stop to type something and he tries to peer over at your screen but you hold your phone to your chest.
Something about privacy.
He stood quiet the way home.
Could you really be cheating , he thought the entire day.
He was quite at dinner, and went to sleep alone that night.
In the morning it didn’t feel right not having you by him but he didn’t know how to approach you.
Eventually you approached him.
He was silent.
“Are you cheating on me?”
His crooked voice broke the atmosphere.
“Ya been hiding your phone from me, not talkin to me or anything, if ya are I just hope you’re happy”
You quiet pulling out you’re phone to show him what you’ve been doing.
Planning a party? A birthday party? His birthday party.
He forgot his birthday was next week.
You had been trying to get everything in order before hand.
He cried in your arms and said sorry for saying that.
Levi
It was any other day like usual, joining him while he played games.
He had left to use the bathroom, leaving you in charge of the game.
You had beat the level and was waiting for him.
When he comes back he say you look at the door quickly before closing a tab.
He gave a very confused look.
Maybe you open an ad you didn’t mean to? He was hoping anyway.
He kept thinking about that tab though.
Even long after you left, he decided to try and revisit the tab.
But no, you deleted it.
He spent all night trying to find what you were hiding.
He didn’t confront you until a week later.
He ruled out all other opinions.
And when you rule out the impossible that only things that left is the truth.
He didn’t feel nervous of shy.
Now he was angry.
How could you?
After everything he did for you.
He slammed the computer on the table where you were seated.
“Mc I want to know what was so important that you had to delete the tab?”
This wasn’t like his usual self.
You gave him a grin and just about as he was going ti say something about laughing at a time like this-
You showed him a very rare Ruri-Chan figure. Under it is said purchased.
You explained that it was a surprise gift.
He immediately sank to his knees asking if you’ll ever forgive him?
A/n: Levi’s part isn’t a phone but wtv. And I’m restarting with this new account so all reblogs/comments/likes are very appreciated!!!🩵
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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 19)
Tw: i guess implied huge age gap between reader and yves, bullying implied
Well its a little harder to transition to Monty time than i thought but bear wirh me we r gonna get there
Part 20
You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groaning and frowning, you wonder who would be calling you at this time.
You picked it up.
"(Name), it's Yves." His smooth and melodious voice reached your ears, there was a twinge of worry in his tone. "It should be noon there. You weren't answering my messages, I assume you must be busy with your classes earlier. I simply want to check on you. Have you had your lunch yet?"
Its noon!? You cussed audibly. You told Yves that you're going to call him back and hung up.
You can't believe that you slept through half the day. Well, whatever. Your next class is at one. You can make it.
Your eyes skimmed through his texts. The first one was sent at 12am.
"I have arrived at my destination safely. It is now seven in the morning and I am not used to the drastic time difference yet. It was cold, and all the passengers wore heavy coats. You would have loved the weather here. I am already missing you dearly, looking forward to coming back and holding you in my arms."
The next one was sent at three in the morning.
"You would have loved the Continental breakfast my Hotel provides. It has all your favourites. Wishing you were here."
He attached a picture of his plate. It looked delicious and fancy. A wide variety of meats, pastries and vegetables decorated his dish. Most of which happens to be foods that you're rather fond of.
The next one was at 7am:
"I went out exploring the city. It's beautiful. You would have enjoyed your time here. Missing you."
He attached numerous photos he took while on his stroll. You swiped through the pictures with envy, maybe you should have skipped the first week. They're not teaching much after all.
Then the next one was timestamped at 8:30am
"Good morning, my dear (name). It should be half past eight for you. Your first lecture is at ten, take care and be there on time. Have a wonderful day ahead. Do not forget your sunscreen and your packed lunch; it is in the fridge."
He sent another text at 11:15am.
"Your class should have ended already. It went well, I assume? I would love to hear about it. Reply to this message as soon as you can, please. I miss you."
The latest text from him just arrived at 12:04pm
"You overslept."
Nothing more was added.
No time to cringe at yourself, you locked your phone and rushed to freshen yourself up.
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You were surprised to see that Mr Jones is already waiting for you in his car. Once he spotted you, he hopped out and opened the door.
"Quickly, quickly! Sir Yves informed me that your next class is in half an hour!"
You stuffed yourself in the back seat while Mr Jones rushed to the driver's seat.
You buckled your seatbelt as he drives away.
"I was surprised that you didn't request to be chauffeured this morning, seeing that you and my daughter shared the same class. I thought she was picking you up!"
You grimaced and shamefully admitted that you overslept, thinking you're too good for an alarm.
You have gotten her number, but you forgot to text her. So she didn't have yours.
Oh no, she must have thought you ditched her. That is bad.
"She called me, all worried and sad about her new friend. Evangeline was so relieved when I told her you overslept and you're coming to your next class."
You muttered an apology. Wishing you could just disappear and not face her later.
"It happens to the best of us, besides, it's the first week! Nothing bad is going to happen to your grades." He consoled you. It's not about the grades, it's about your new friend.
"Do you have your lunch with you, Mx (name)? Sir Yves said to make sure you had a bite to eat at least."
You forgot to take it.
"Um. Well, what about sunscreen? Sir Yves greatly emphasizes on the importance of sun safety."
You forgot about that too.
"Oh. Ah, haha! It's alright. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't tell Sir Yves. He seems to care about you a lot and he might throw a fit if he knows you're not taking care of yourself."
You sighed, rubbing your forehead.
Mr Jones floored the gas pedal and managed to get you to the University in record time. You swung the door open and ran out of the car, struggling to untangle the straps of your backpack.
Then, you received a text from Yves. You're in the middle of running towards your class.
"You worry me, (name)."
You hastily send him a message ridden with egregious typos, telling him that you're now at the campus and heading to your next class.
"Keep your eyes ahead when you're walking. Or else you might hit something and hurt yourself."
You tried to type up a response, but what Yves predicted came through, your body slammed into someone soft and tender. Rest assured, this isn't Montgomery even though you were half expecting to bump into him at some point.
"(Name)!" A feminine voice exclaimed as a pair of gentle hands grabbed onto your arms, helping you keep your balance.
Its Evangeline. You told her you're late and you have no time to talk.
She lets you go and watch you bolt away.
Her arms fell limp to her sides. Sighing, she adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder. Evangeline will be eating lunch on her own again.
The blonde squinted as he saw someone in the distance running up to her.
"Hey!"
She stood still. She had to crane her neck upwards to look the stranger in the eye. Even that was proven a bit difficult as his messy hair conceals a great deal of his eyes.
"Yes?" She replied, feeling weary as he is towering over her. Evangeline knows that she stood no chance in a physical altercation with him. So threw a couple of glances at the surveillance cameras nearby.
"You're (name)'s friend, I saw you talkin' to them earlier." He panted lightly, resting his hand on his knee. "Damn it! I ain't fast enough..." He muttered.
"And you are...?" She maintained her cautious gaze on him.
"I'm their boyfriend. Listen, I need ya to do me a favor." He wiped sweat off his brow. She looked at him up and down, judging his appearance. The man certainly looks... mature. By no means unattractive, but she was surprised that you were interested in men that are covered in grime and dust. And paint.
"And that is?" She prompted.
"Here. It's their lunch. Hand it to them when you see them." He handed a plastic bag containing a Styrofoam container. It's warm to the touch.
"Well, that's very nice of you to do that for them, sir." She commented as she hooked her finger around it's handles.
"What type of man wouldn't feed their partner? Anyways, tell them to call me too. I guess they're busy or somethin', I haven't heard from them in a while and I was worryin' my ass off when I couldn't find them here! I was startin' to think they were skippin' class, but I know my sweetheart ain't the kind of person to do that." He rambled on, telling her how studious you are and how proud he is of you to be following your dreams.
Evangeline narrowed her baby blues at him, something doesn't feel right. She deduced that you're trying to avoid him because there were no classes being conducted prior to today.
"Alright. I will relay your message to them. May I know your name, sir?"
"Tell 'em Montgomery's missing them to death. That'll do the trick." She nodded and beamed at him.
"I hope you have a great day, Mr Montgomery." He gave her a nod.
"Likewise, ma'am." He took off running in the direction of his car, it seems like he's running late for something.
Evangeline is curious as to what your supposed boyfriend got you. She took a peek inside the box and saw grease filled takeaway. She scrunched her nose up in disgust, she remembers the aroma. It gave her food poisoning before.
You like these kinds of things? She really doubt it.
Nonetheless, she covered it back up and began walking away.
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You ignored Yves other texts in favour of making the first contact with Evangeline. You saved her number and sent her a message introducing yourself.
"Hello (name)! I have something for you, where should we meet?"
You asked her where she is. You were glad that she's near your class, so you told her where you're waiting.
A few minutes later, you were greeted with a cheery girl in a beautiful pink sundress with a strawberry pattern. Her blond hair swished side to side as she walked up to you.
You apologized for sleeping in and ditching her. But Evangeline wouldn't hear it, telling you that it's fine.
"Your boyfriend came by to give you this!" She eyed you very carefully when she uttered the word 'boyfriend'. You seem confused, but then after your attention was given to the takeaway, your eyes widened in terror.
She knew it. That was either an ex or a creep.
You sat her down on a chair nearby and tried your best to explain the situation. Starting from the time you and Montgomery first met, until your hospitalization.
She sympathetically nodded. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, (name). Where is your actual boyfriend now? I'm sure he can scare Montgomery away."
You actually forgot what Montgomery's name was. When Evangeline brought it up, it was baffling until you remembered that he said his name was along the lines of that.
You told her that your boyfriend is away for a conference trip.
The gears started grinding in her head. "Your boyfriend... Sir Yves?"
You nodded. You felt a sense of pride with it.
Evangeline momentarily appears shocked and astonished. Even horrified.
You asked her what was he visceral reaction about.
She shook her head and apologized. "I don't mean to judge, but... how did you meet Sir Yves?"
You said you started talking to him in the library.
"Again, no judgement from my side. But... are you into older men?" You can definitely feel the judgement on her side. You said that men in their late twenties or early thirties aren't old.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "I... am pretty sure Sir Yves is much older than thirty."
You asked her what makes her say that.
"We are of similar ages, (name). My dad was already working with him before I was even born. Sir Yves was already going on business trips then."
You smack your lips and gulp your spit. You try not to think too much about it.
You were interrupted by buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see that Yves is calling you.
Evangeline excused herself so you could have privacy calling your boyfriend.
You dreaded answering it, so you stared at the screen for a few more seconds. You ended up not having to, because the call dropped.
You instead opened your messages to a bunch of loving updates of his situation, another set somewhat desperately requesting a response from you and a most recent one. Which only said:
"(name)?"
To that , you sent Yves a message explaining that you're doing fine. You told him you even made a friend for once, hopeful that she will stick.
"That's nice, dear. Who is this friend of yours?"
You told him that it's Evangeline Jones, she is kind to you.
You didn't receive a response for a while. Quite uncharacteristic of Yves, you thought maybe he's busy. So your finger went to the "off" button.
But then it buzzed again, receiving a new message from Yves.
"The alleged homewrecker?"
Your jaw dropped. What? Why would he call her that? You texted him back asking what prompted him to call your only friend such a demeaning title. Plus, that is the daughter of one of Yves's most loyal employees!
"Students can be quite loud with their gossiping in the library. I heard of a woman who slept with a married man. There were also stories of someone cheating in their relationship. The name that regularly comes up is Evangeline Jones."
You asked if he believed it.
"These were baseless accusations of a woman I have never met. Hence, it never mattered to me."
You don't know how to feel about this. Evangeline is kind and sweet. Perhaps Yves just hasn't met her yet. You're feeling upset that she was treated unfairly by her friends whereas Yves seemed apathetic.
"Have you had anything to eat for today?"
You said you were about to. You told him you have to go now and you will talk to him later.
You received no response for a while. But eventually you did.
"I miss you."
You sent him a half-hearted "I miss you too". After that, you switched off your phone and sought after Evangeline.
Both of you agreed to eat at a nearby shared space and talk to each other more.
Meanwhile, Yves accessed his folders remotely using his laptop. Your last text is open on his phone, facing up to the ceiling. There was a drafted response Yves made, attempting to continue the text conversation but you were already offline before he could send it. Jealousy bubbling from his chest, his intuition was telling him this girl will spell trouble for him. It isn't everyday his gut feelings become reactive.
Yves has time. His conference isn't in a few days and the network coverage in his Hotel is excellent. He is itching to figure out why his instincts are considering her a bigger threat than Montgomery.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere concept#tw yandere#yandere x you#yandere oc x reader#male yandere oc x reader#oc yves#oc Montgomery
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Degrading Leviathan (Levi x reader)
I am BACK from my uni exams, and I’m pretty sure I passed them all so please applause this genius over here. (Or don’t. That’s fine too :')
Anyway, as promised this is supposed to be the part 2 to the humiliating Leviathan fic, but it is smut so I’m pretty sure you can also read it without any prior knowledge of the other one fuehdhd Plot is not really important here after all.
⚠️ Also, if this wasn’t already obvious -> MDNI please!
If you want to read it though, here’s the first part. (Hopefully the link works.)
If you want to jump right into this one, here’s a quick summary of part 1 (or a quick reminder for those who did read it): Basically our MC here is pretty sadistic, she found some of her "belongings" in Levi’s room and understood that he was obviously using it to touch himself, she acts like she’s disgusted and disappointed in him, then makes him do some "stuff" for her so she’ll forgive him. And all the while, she’s mocking him (Levi’s into that, of course.) It ends with her revealing that she was acting and Levi is reassured (but still turned on. Yep.)
This is the direct continuation of that! Here are the warnings: praise, degradation, two dicks, a bit of petplay (dog Levi), raw, bj, usage of tail, overstimulation (and if I forgot some stuff don’t hesitate to tell me!)
MC/ Y/N is cisfemale in this one like the first part!
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Now that the charade was over, Levi kept hanging onto you as you two were making out. This might have lasted either 5 minutes or half an hour, you're not quite sure. Slowly regaining your senses, Leviathan had naturally calmed down and turned back into his usual form and casual attire… though his dicks were still hanging out of his pants. You laughed.
"Isn't it about time you put those things away?"
Leviathan chuckled nervously.
"Oh… But I-I thought we weren't done?"
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Huh?
"Well uh, aren't you tired? You came quite a lot… Not to mention from both of them so…"
He looked into your eyes, a pitiful air hanging around him while still holding into his wish firmly.
"No… I can finally kiss you, and touch you freely and even…"
He looked down to your skirt, under which he knows how wet you had gotten after the make-out session you just had despite the fact that you had just climaxed earlier from his tongue.
"Anyway! What I'm trying to say is- I can still go on for way longer. Probably more than you think. If anything, once is quite literally nothing now that I have you. I've dreamed of this for so long♡"
You take a pause to ponder it. It’s not like you couldn’t take him but you still wondered how you should go about this since, well, he has two of them. Plus you wanted to keep things interesting and that box you had found earlier with his "filthy" belongings had some interesting costumes. You stood up, making Levi worried that you might leave only to see him cheer back up when he understood where you’re heading towards.
"You’ve got a lot of slutty outfits in there, huh?"
You take some dog ears and a tail out of it.
"Are they meant for me or for you?"
Leviathan grins at your pick, excited and eager. He reaches deeper into the box, knowing exactly the placement of each object. He could probably navigate in it even with a blindfold on. Not so shockingly, he pulls out a collar and a leash out of it.
"Whichever is fine ehe. I even got a leash to go with it so um, y'know. We can use it right away i-if you want."
Clearly, although he had said that whichever was fine, his eyes were telling another story. Anyone could’ve seen that what he truly wanted was to wear it and get ordered around by you. Not like it was hard for you to do so might as well. You gently put the ears on him.
"Try barking?"
"Woof!♡"
"Cute. You’re the dog then."
His smile widens, happy that you picked the role for him and chose the one he wanted. It takes barely a minute for him to take his clothes off, now he’s only left with the costume and his boxers that clearly outline his cocks. You take a hold of the leash, pulling him as you walk back towards the seat where both of you were making out earlier. He follows you on his hands and knees, already nailing the role. You sit while he stays on the floor.
"Sit."
He sits.
"Look down."
He looks down.
"Paw?"
He puts his hand on yours.
"Good boyyy! So smart."
You scratch him under the chin as if he’s really just a pet.
"W-woofff…♡"
He brings his face to your legs, lovingly rubbing his head and cheek against them. Both of his dicks are already hard and leaking for you, even through the boxers it’s so apparent, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on he got from being treated like an animal. Not like he minds, if that gets you to mock him he’ll take it. Actually, he’ll take anything from you, be it praise or insults.
"Aww is baby all excited to play with me? You wanna feel good inside your owner?"
He nods against your thighs, helplessly craving your touch. Babying himself up to make you feel sorry for his poor state.
"...Alright. Stand up Levia-chan, I’ll suck you off and stroke you for a minute. If you manage to hold it in, I'll let both of them inside me."
He perks up. Had the ears and tail been real, his ears would have perked up as well and the tail would be wagging. He stands up, finally speaking like a human being. That is, if we ignore the drooling and the leash you’re still holding onto.
"N-No way?! Ha… ahhh… Sorry. I’ve gotta calm down. O-Okay. One minute. One minute, you can do this Leviathan."
He mutters to himself, psyching himself up while you’re pulling half down his boxers, taking his upper dick into your mouth and stroking the lower one through his boxers with your free hand, the one that’s not holding the leash.
He keeps his eyes tightly shut, probably realizing that if he opens them and sees your cute face sucking on his gross cock he’ll ejaculate immediately. He breathes heavily and repeats "IcandothisIcandothisoneminutejustoneminutegodplease". You retain your smile, but he’s just so cute. You count up to 60 in your head, it probably wasn’t super accurate but you’re proud of his restraint regardless.
Once you stop, he slowly calms himself down and starts breathing normally again.
"D-did I make it??"
"Yeah. Despite being such a slutty dog, good job hah."
He grins at your mocking tone, enjoying it. Then he opens his eyes, his gaze goes straight to your open legs. As soon as he had calmed down, he got excited again, seeing you ready to take him fully in. He comes closer, his hard cocks hovering over your slippery pussy and ass.
His eyes go a bit crazy for a second, as if he’s in a frenzy, or hypnotized.
"Ahh… Ahh… fuck. Fuck fuck. Really? I can put both of them in?"
You chuckle at how nervous and eager he is.
"Knock yourself out."
He starts to laugh softly, exhilarated.
"Hah. Haha… Oh my god. I’ve always dreamed of shoving my disgusting cocks into your cute and pretty pussy. I’m such a lucky fucking bastard."
He firmly grabs your waist, frankly you’ve never seen him being so sure of something. He slides them in slowly, both in each hole. You squirm and whimper under his unbreakable gaze on your whole being. Your holes gladly taking him in, your soft body, your cute facial expressions as you’re feeling better and better as he’s pushing himself in, he watches all of it so closely that it almost makes you shy.
"S-Stop staring so closely you dirty mutt."
"Y-Yeah. You’re right, I’m a dirty dog~ Please abuse me with your words some more…"
Geez, this guy has a problem… A problem that you find unbearably hot and cute.
He pounds into your holes, holding your legs up from the back of your knees, pushing them upwards, near your face. All the while you’re still holding onto the leash that is strapped on his collar.
"Come on. Please please please… I’m begging Y/N! Just a little bit."
He’s already enjoying himself so much inside you yet he wants even more, he sure is spoiled. But well, you want to see him go even crazier over you. So you do as he wants.
"You absolute gross fuck. You’re more of a pig than a dog you know? I’ve never seen anyone make such an elated face while fucking someone. You should just get over with it and serve me as a sextoy."
He submerges himself in your fake disgusted face, grinning as you’re completely disrespecting him as a human being, or, well, a demonic being. Then he happily glues his body against yours, his lips near your ears as he begs for more insulting words.
"More please, embarrass me more."
Your mind is already wandering off from getting fucked so good. It’s getting harder to think as both of his dicks are pleasuring your insides, making you pump out so much of your juices, more than you ever have. Yet you somehow manage to answer his needs.
"Y-You… You’re just a gross little fuck- A lame creepy otaku with two dicks who gets off on his crush’s insulting words. You s-sure are good at acting cute and pure while all you really are is a masochistic whore- Mmh!"
You can’t see his face but you can feel him smiling and drooling against your neck and shoulders. Suddenly, the air around him turns dark as he takes on his demon form. Completely lost in his lust and pleasure.
He sticks the tip of his scaly tail into your mouth, making you unable to degrade him any further and his pace quickens. He pounds into you harder and faster, his cocks getting ready to unload themselves into your pretty holes.
"A-And yet you’re so kind that you’re letting a lame, gross and disgusting fuck like me pump both of his dicks into you and you’re wholeheartedly sucking on his monstruous tail. Aaaaahh…~ You’re so nice Y/N, I’ll be your toy all you want! Iloveyousomuch.♡ Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou-"
Your mind completely goes blank thanks to all of your holes being filled by his dicks and tail, at this point, fucking him is like fucking 3 guys at the same time. And as you lose yourself, he does so as well. Emptying himself inside you, grinding on you over and over as he keeps cumming for a solid 20 to 30 seconds, you never even thought it was possible for someone to ejaculate for so long… Well he is a beast and a demon.
When he pulls out, his juices flow out of you for a while, maybe even longer than it took for him to cum since his loads have been mingled in with yours inside of you. He hurries over to his phone, taking pictures of you completely fucked out so he can use them later… Well, hopefully he won’t have to, since from now on you’ll always call for him when you need to use his dicks, right?
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Done! As usual please don’t hesitate to leave comments or some tags (or messages in my askbox if you’re shy!) This is tumblr, I can assure you no one will make fun of you or judge you, we’re all chilling in our trash here 🫰
#obey me nightbringer#obey me!#obey me smut#om! leviathan#leviathan x reader#leviathan x y/n#leviathan x mc#leviathan smut#leviathan avatar of envy#hanaruri writes
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Freckles and Scars: Outline
hnnnnn okay here it is before i lose my nerve @breannasfluff
quick things to note: lege + ravi are both asexual (because. why would i ever write them otherwise), and legend has a fear of intimacy that he’s been working to get over but still has days where it’s difficult. it’s easier for him to give affection than receive it
under the cut because. um yeah. also it’s long
-an intimate moment between Legend and Ravio where they take the time to show their appreciation + adoration for each other
-they’re sitting on their bed in their shorts, nothing else
-they’re just taking each other in, appreciating the time they have together
-“If I could, I would kiss every freckle that paints your skin.”
“And I would kiss every scar.”
-similar to Growth Spurt, Legend begins kissing every inch of his partner’s skin that he can, starting at his face and working down, getting as many freckles as possible
-Ravio giggles and laughs at the feeling at first, but gets more quiet the further Legend gets; when he gets to his hips Legend checks in to make sure he’s doing okay and if he wants to keep going
-Ravio gives the okay but can only make little gasps as Legend moves on to his legs, completely flustered
-Legend doesn’t go past the edges of his shorts, respecting the boundary neither of them have any interest in crossing
-then he moves on to Ravio’s back, where it repeats, though Ravio remains quiet, only laughing when Legend reaches a particularly ticklish spot, appreciating the care and love of his partner
-Legend is nearly done when he gives a gasp
‘I almost forgot the most important part!’
and pulls Ravio up to press dozens of kisses to his freckled ears, making him burst into laughter
-then it’s Ravio’s turn
-he has Legend lay on his stomach, as he knows it’ll be easier on his partner if he can hide his face, as well as the fact his rabbit instincts make it difficult to lay on his back without panicking
-then he begins kissing every inch of scarring he can find, starting from his shoulders and going down his back to his legs
-Legend can only lay there, hiding his face and trembling as he submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and laid bare by the one person he trusts most in the world
-when he’s finished with his back, Ravio scoops his partner up and holds him against his chest as he begins the same process on his front
-he checks in and praises him with every step, proud of him for doing so well (not running, hiding, or lashing out like he used to when in similar situations)
-Legend is so overwhelmed by the tenderness and care that he hides his face in Ravio’s shoulder, shivering and hiccuping
-to reach his stomach and legs Ravio has to lay him down again, but he continues to check in and shower him in reassurance
-when Ravio finishes kissing every scar he can find, he scoops Legend back up and they simply cuddle for a while, letting Legend come back to himself on his own time
-he cries a little, but Ravio is endlessly patient and comforting and understanding, which only makes him cry more
-Ravio tells him over and over that he’s proud of Legend for being able to make the decision to go through with it without panicking, and communicating his wants + needs even though it’s so difficult for him
-eventually they get dressed and go downstairs to join the rest of the Chain; Legend dresses in long clothes that cover as much skin as possible, still slightly overwhelmed and sensitive to touch; he’s still shaking a little, clinging to Ravio’s hand as they move to cuddle on the couch
-Legend is quiet, not talking much beyond simple answers and more often than not simply responding with small sounds that don’t take much energy
-when the others ask, Ravio tells them they had a talk and that it got emotional; they leave it be after that
#mod speaks#lu legend#lu ravio#chapter notes#oh gosh um what do i even tag this#intimacy#kisses#cuddles#queerplatonic relationship#qpr legend x ravio#asexual ravio#asexual legend#asexual relationship#asexuality#nonsexual intimacy#raviolink#freckles and scars
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Based off a fic on Wattpad called everyone loves chuuya by krysing, you should go read it it's a complete 10/10.
The pull was very close, I'll try my absolute hardest to get done with part two, I promise you, anyway here is the fic:
Part one:
People were acting weird today, it's the first thing you noticed, by weird you mean everyone staring at you.
First it was your commanding officer, then your coworkers, and now people on the street's.
Getting some food your astonished when the waiter tells you it's free, did you do something in your last mission that was recorded and sent to the public?
Suddenly your phone rang, not your normal phone but your work phone, must be important.
Answering it you immediately say the basics of when your boss calls you, this serious tone you've managed to prefect ultimately failed you when you heard the news.
"name, your getting promoted to the hunting dogs" spitting out the coffee you had, you look around to discovering everyone yet again staring at you, though they had been doing that for at least 30 minutes.
Turning back to your phone you whisper into it, "please elaborate"
"today the commander himself decided that you were worthy enough to join the hunting dogs, all of the members agreed with this" your coworkers said.
In that moment the excitement you felt was nothing short of pure ecstasy, you had to stop yourself from screaming on the top of your lungs.
Slapping money on the table despite the fact that you were told it was free you rush back to headquarters and celebrate.
You run back, soon becoming aware of the person following you, keeping your smile to play dumb you wait for the attack.
In the distance mark twain had eyes one you, holding a tranquilizer gun he was preparing to shoot.
Counting down you wait for the shoot.
Three...
Get closer to a moveable metal
Two...
Don't see any.
One...
Stop sign!
Grabbing a stop sign you deflect the gun shot onto the ground, wait is that a tranquilizer? Hm he's not going for the kill.
Another dart came down and you just barely dodged it, they tip piercing your shoulder.
You need cover, and you need it right now.
Blocking one final bullet you duck into a subway and immediately exit mark twains view.
As you were making your grand escape mark was sighing over the fact that his boss was gonna get pissed over the fact he let you get away.
"why does he want this person again?.." he mumbled out loud, ow well he forgot, it's not like he doesn't share the feelings of his boss.
Once you were deep enough in the train station you finally allowed yourself to get a moment of calm.
You very briefly got a look at that guy since he was above you and shooting at you but you recognized him as some guy working for the guild in america.
What does the guild want with you?
Well you should get back to headquarters as fast as possible and report thi-
"hey guys!?! I'm lost!!!!" Yelled a voice, you looked up to some guy waving his hands up and down like a maniac.
'should I help him?' you thought, preparing to leave you were stopped when he made eye contact, he had short black hair and green eyes, wearing a hat and some weird detective gear.
"you!" He suddenly pointed at you, "you must come with me!" What???
What is he talking about, you didn't have a moment to register what was going on because he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.
This guy had no idea where he was going because he pulled you to random places before finally getting to his destination.
'is this the armed detective agency? I've never been here before'
Your wrist began to hurt the moment he dragged you into the agency.
Wait a moment!? If this is a detective agency you could probably take shelter here!
The moment you and this random dude step In everyone is immediately on you.
"are you really name!"
"can I have your autograph!"
"your hair is amazing!!!"
"commit double suicide with me!"
"shut up dazai!" Screamed everyone on the room.
It was a bit more silent after that, you decided to speak up then.
"um.. who are you guys?.." simultaneously they all stopped to stare at you.
"I'm kenji" said a small blond.
"Atsushi!"
"I'm kunikida"
They all took turns introducing themselves until it got to the person who had dragged you here.
"I'm ranpo"
Ranpo...
"well it's really nice to meet you all, I remember your an agency right?"
"yeah!"
"do you mind if I stay with you guys for a bit? before I came here I think someone from the guild was hunting me down"
"you can stay forever" atsushi said before covering ranpo covered his mouth.
"what he means is that you can stay as long as you like" ranpo exclaimed, almost strangling atsushi,
you found this a bit odd, "well thank you!"
{time skip because I don't have the will to write this scene anymore}
the armed detective agency offered to let you stay in one of their rooms, but you declined because you didn't want to bother them, a bit of arguing had commenced before yasano finally let you sleep in the medic center, the bed was not the greatest but you've slept on far worse things before.
normally it be easy for you to sleep but fate had different plans today, around 1 am you heard sounds coming from another room, placing a knife in a secret pocket in your skirt you investigate.
the main room where everyone chilaxed was where the sound came from, rubbing your ears a bit the sound was coming from one of the couches.
the left one, where you saw dazai earlier, placing your ears against it, the sound of ticking became apparent.
oh shit.
three seconds was all you had before the bomb exploded, it was large enough that it damaged you seriously, hitting you left leg and upper body, your arms made it out okay, probably just some first degree burns.
the stinging pain was then accompanied the windows shattering, not because of the explosion but people breaking in.
'wait the port mafia is also following me!' oh crap, this is bad, you could fight that twain guy earlier because you were in tip top shape but now your legs are in agony and you have some serious burns.
one of the people who broke in was a small ginger with a fancy hat, he took one look at you, got angry and then yelled at the weird looking dude beside him.
"kajii! what did I say about hurting her, you said everything would be fine and look at her now!"
"how was I supposed to know that she'd go near my bombs!"
"make ones that don't have noises beforehand!"
wow, you are not prepared to deal with this bullshit, while those two idiots were arguing you prepared to run outside and warn the others.
only to be stopped by some edgy looking guy, "out of my way" you commanded, keeping your voice as strong as possible despite the disgusting pain.
"I can't let you leave" his voice was more firm then yours,more determined, hah! you'll show him determined.
now you have two options run or fight, you may be still able to fight but this guy is obviously an ability user, you'll have to be careful.
eventually you opt to run, bolting down the hallway ignoring the sting coming from your legs,to add onto the pain the knife you had placed on your thigh pocket fell out of it slightly and pierced your leg.
before you could yelp, weird black almost cloak like things grabbed your waist, arms, and legs pulling you backwards.
before you made it to the edgy guy dazai appeared out of nowhere and touched him, within a instant the weird black things vanished, and you bolted once again.
what the actual heck was going on!?
you couldn't think anymore only run, the port mafia was too busy fighting the armed detective agency to notice that you fled, you felt very bad about leaving the ada alone but something told you that they'll be okay.
though you might not be okay, you were slowing down, your vision going a black, and to add to all of it rain started to poor making you shiver.
when you reached a back alleyway your legs finally collapsed on you, the last thing you saw before you passed out was two boys.
one was a blond with an even weirder hat then the one you saw earlier with the ginger.
and the other....were those tentacles?
just as your sense's started to go to black you heard the blonde says something.
"woah is that the target! earlier mark was complaining about how hard she was to catch, she looks beat up, the boss is gonna be mad"
I knew I wasn't lucky enough to get a promotion and then nothing bad happen to me.
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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-
pairing • bang chan x fem reader
synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?
warnings • general
MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT
CHAPTER TWO • NEW LIFE (1.6k)
"Café guy?"
How is his number already in your contacts? And what cafe? The only place you could think of was the one chain coffee shop across town, but that couldn't be it. Or could it? There's only one way to find out...
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
"Hello?" When you fail to answer, he speaks again. "Anyone there...?"
"Yes!" You cringe at your loud volume. "Yes, sorry."
You pace around the living room, waving your left hand around trying to think of something to say. Thankfully, 'café guy' replies before you can get another word in.
"Oh, Y/n! I didn't expect to hear from you so quickly." He laughs breathily, and in the background there's distant honking; he's still walking back. "I also didn't think you'd actually save my number."
Another chuckle, this one less enthusiastic. Finally, you settle your pacing, opting to sit on the arm chair by the window looking out to the street. From here you could see the forest, and the kitten who lives there.
"Shit," you breath.
"Everything okay?" You almost forgot about the phone attached to your ear.
"Yeah, sorry, I just remembered something I have to do," you say, holding your phone in place with your shoulder. "I was just calling about... the USB! Thank you for bringing it back. It had something really important to me."
"Don't worry about it. I figured it was important since I always see you in here hunched over your laptop." He lets out a little chuckle.
"Oh, um," you force a laugh out, throughly embarrassed. "Anyway! I was wondering if I could thank you properly? Maybe over some food?"
"Are you asking me out right now?"
"No!" You jump up from where you were sitting, free hand outstretched. "God, no."
"Ouch," you hear keys then a door shutting. "I'll pretend I'm not a little offended by that response." Before you could respond, he was talking again. "Feel free to drop by the café, yeah?"
"Sure thing." You open the door and cross the street quickly, a bowl with cat food in your free hand.
The kitten's ears perked up when it saw you, but was hesitant to come forward. Although you'd been feeding it consistently for the year you've lived across the small forest, it never approached, still scared of what you might do if it got too close. From what you could see at that distance, there was a bit of scarring above its right eye and part of its tail was missing.
"I'll treat you to a free slice of tiramisu and everything."
"Holding you to that," you put down the bowl, standing up with a small smile and crossing your arms. "Tiramisu is my favourite."
"I know! That's why I chose it to be dessert of the week." Doors opened with a jingle. "Ah, I've got to go. Customers await!"
"Wait-" You're about to continue, but when you turn your head to the left, you see a black figure at the edge of the forest.
It's looking directly at you, but you can't see its face. The shape is human, a long coat moving slightly in the breeze. For a moment, fear ceases you. Something about it seems vaguely familiar-
"Y/n?"
Fuck, you need to stop forgetting about the phone in your hand.
"Sorry. Um, I'll see you soon?" You cross the road back to your front steps, not taking your eyes off the being.
"See you then!" He hangs up, leaving you alone with the figure and the kitten.
You watch from the safety of your home, now inside, as the figure approaches the small animal. Unlike with you, the kitten doesn't move away. Instead, it lets the figure brush its fingers on its fur. The kitten leans into the touch, and you can imagine it purring loudly. Part of you is hurt that this animal you've known for a year has chosen a creepy-ass shadow creature over you.
Pulling your eyes away from the two, you focus on getting ready. You're about to run up the stairs, but turn around and lock the door first. You don't know what- or who- that thing is, and you're not risking it entering your safe haven. The familiarity leaves you unsettled. Part of you wants to run back outside, confront it, demand the reason it's here; the other part wants to hide under a blanket like a child afraid of the monster in their closet.
There are too many skeletons in your closet for a monster. Or maybe the skeletons are your monster. Either way, the past is the past, and in the present, you are getting ready to meet a man who shouldn't exist. Meeting at a café that shouldn't exist. In a timeline that shouldn't exist.
When you leave again, the shadow is gone. A chill runs up your spine, goosebumps forming despite the warmth of the sun. Mind racing, you can't help but wonder-
No, don't think like that, you think, he has no idea where you are. You made sure of that Y/n.
Clouds obscure the sun by the time you make it to Main Street, keeping an eye out for the café. You had to text Café Guy- you really should get his name- to ask the address. He questioned it a bit considering you were a regular, but you quickly ended the conversation. Now, you're walking a street you've been down a million times, and at the first intersection is the café.
"That's not fucking right," you whisper, voice higher by the end of the sentence, breathing constricted.
Upon entering, you immediately spot him. He's running around behind the counter, helping his employees and cracking jokes, and getting closer, you can read his name tag; Chan. You don't approach the counter right away, opting to stay behind a group of teenagers waiting in line to watch him. He shouldn't be real- yet, here he is, looking more alive than you have in years. A smile that could replace the sun, laughter ringing throughout the building.
What you would give to laugh freely like that again.
You don't notice him coming around the counter, having spotted you when you looked down briefly.
"Y/n! Come, we'll eat in my office." You give him a look. "It's quieter in there! C'mon."
Chan grabs your arm lightly and it takes everything in you not to rip it away. He leads you down a hallway to the right of the counter with three doors, two of them bathrooms. Behind the third door is another, smaller hallway, one door at the end and another on the left. You go through the left one.
"Cozy," you comment. The office is small, with a modest desk and chair tucked into the corner. Most of the décor is black and white, but there isn't much. "Spend a lot of time in here? Real homey."
"Actually, no," he admits, leaning against the desk, gesturing you to sit in the chair. You don't.
"So, Chan, what brings you here?" You question, although unsure of how much you already know. "There's not much here, unless you like neighbourhood drama."
"I could ask you the same thing. From the few times we've talked, you... you don't seem to like it here."
"That's a conversation for another time." You look down, crossing your arms.
"Alright, cryptic. Maybe I should be used to that by now." Chan pushes up from the desk, taking a step toward you. "If I'm honest, I don't really know how I got here, but you already know that, don't you?"
"W-What?" You stutter, looking up at him.
"Well... we've talked about this before!" He breaks into a smile. "You don't remember? Ahh, it was late, I guess you were tired. Basically, I just kind of found myself here after a long, long night. Cute town, decided to stay. That was... say a month ago?"
You force out a laugh, nodding along to what he was saying.
"Ah! I promised you dessert, let me go get it for you." As soon as Chan left, your phone began to vibrate.
Pulling it out of your pocket, you saw the words Unknown Number across the screen. This day had been weird enough, what was one more thing to add to the list of strangeness?
"Hello?" Silence. You heard a sharp inhale on the other side, but nothing followed. "Helloooo?" You repeat. "Listen, I really don't appreciate-"
They hang up.
"Asshole," you pull the phone away, rolling your eyes.
When Chan returned with the promised tiramisu, you got to chatting fairly quickly. Something about him made you comfortable, at ease. The odd phone call and shadow creature seemed so far away now.
"So what was on that USB anyway?" You blush.
"Um, nothing, just a story."
"Just a story?" He raises an eyebrow, picking up the now empty dessert plate. "Must have been a pretty important story."
"I've just been working on it for a long time," you wave your hand, as if to wave the conversation away.
Before he could reply, there's a sharp knock on the door. An employee enters, talking low to Chan about an angry customer.
"I'll be right there," Chan sighs. The employee glances toward you, gives a strained smile, then leaves. "I had a good time Y/n, don't be afraid to swing by for free desserts whenever you like."
The smile he gives you made your heart melt. On the way out, you turn before the end of the hall, giving Chan a small peck on the cheek. Embarrassed by the impulsive action, you all but run out of the café. If you had turned back, you'd have seen him smiling like an idiot, hand hovering over where you kissed him.
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notes • i started this draft on september 14th ...................... it was so close to being able to post then i got sick !!!!! but hey !! now that i'm feeling better, i hope to be able to update this more frequently!
taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae
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Penalty Box— Quinn Hughes Edition (Part Nineteen)
SERIES MASTERLIST
previous: eighteen
next: twenty
this is long and unedited and idk how i feel. lmk your thoughts!!
SATURDAY, APRIL 8TH (before z’s penalty)
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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box show: quinn actually smiled tonight edition! tonight was the last home game of the season, and that means it was fan appreciation night! not only that, but team awards were also given. and guess who got best defenseman? my best friend that’s who!!!
quintin also received a penalty tonight! this is second penalty in a row, and his record for number of consecutive games with a penalty is three! two of these came from the back to back games against the red wings, and i hate the red wings, so good riddance. let’s see if he can match or break this record for an already amazing record breaking season he’s having! he also have a very lovely speech; something i never thought i would see my best friend do. he’s grown so much this season and i couldn’t be more in awe of him <3
now on to the most important news! mine and quinn’s son (sorry jamie) SCORED HIS FIRST NHL GOAL TONIGHT! HE WAS IMMEDIATELY ADOPTED AFTER! PETEY WAS OUR CONTRACT WITNESS! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, SON! p.s. nice heckin’ job on that shorty tonight, petey! you’re magnificent as always and i love you sm <3 and kuzy!! congrats on the game winning goal in the shootout bestie!!! proud of you boys! @_eliaspettersson @/kuzy_096
you’ve been a treat to watch (get it?) this season, bubba💙 i love you!
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_quinnhughes i love you, too, sissy💙 you’ve been a treat to have by my side this season
yourusername aw, quinner! you’re my favorite sap <3
trevorzegras no, no, no, no! do NOT bring back sissy
jackhughes I FORGOT ABOUT SISSY
trevorzegras @/jackhughes keep it that way! i got smacked anytime it slipped out!
_quinnhughes i’m bringing it back
lhughes_06 i’ve been using mom and sissy this whole time
trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 not in front of me!
jackhughes @/trevorzegras she’s your girlfriend why would you call her sissy?
trevorzegras @/jackhughes says her ex boyfriend
yourusername @/trevorzegras we don’t talk about that
user1 COLE GOT ADOPTED
user2 there are… so many things to unpack here
lhughes_06 @/colemcward hi, welcome to the family! i think i’m your half brother?
colemcward hi😂
yourusername let’s say yes
edwards.73 @/colemcward hi, i’m also your half brother!
_quinnhughes @/colemcward remember, you signed up for this! and congratulations on your first goal, kid!
colemcward @_quinnhughes thanks, dad!
kuzya_096 thank you, y/n!💙🏒🥅
yourusername always, kuzy!!!
user3 JACK AND Y/N DATED?!
user4 and the hughes brothers call her sissy?
user3 i am confused
yourusername it was a MONTH so we don’t really talk about it or count it
jamie.drysdale UM?!?
yourusername i said sorry!
_quinnhughes we didn’t get married so she’s still your wife
jamie.drysdale i have more step kids than actual kids…
trevorzegras i detest this
jackhughes @/trevorzegras whoa big boy word!
user4 ZERO SQUARED HA
_alexturcotte that’s my best defenseman!!! way to go quinner!!
_quinnhughes thanks, man!
yourusername what if i… hold my own post season awards?
_alexturcotte @/yourusername do it
_quinnhughes @/yourusername please don’t
edwards.73 @/yourusername please do
yourusername @_quinnhughes i am a mother first and your best friend second. sorry quinny!
user5 this game had me so stressed
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes congrats on your award! (p.s. suck it, i’m far ahead of you now)
_quinnhughes thanks, z! (p.s. just you wait)
yourusername this was mostly nice so i’m taking it as a win! let the world see how you two REALLY are
_quinnhughes @/yourusername no
trevorzegras @/yourusername this is way more fun
_eliaspettersson i love you too!
yourusername and congratulations on your awards!!
user6 the old quinn can’t come to the phone right now. why? because he’s dead
colemcward i’m really happy you got to see my first goal, mom!!!
yourusername me too!! it was amazing!
user7 WAKE UP EVERYONE! QUINN HUGHES SMILED!! AND STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT!! AND GOT A PENALTY!!! HE’S EVOLVING INTO TREVOR!!!
jackhughes y/n and quinn why are you two just spilling our childhood nicknames? first howdy rowdy, then sissy and bubba, i am terrified to what else you two slip out😭 (ps. so proud of you quinny!)
yourusername i’m also terrified of what else we slip out
trevorzegras me too
_quinnhughes i’m not
jackhughes @_quinnhughes that’s because all the embarrassing things happened to us
_quinnhughes 😁
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back in your arms | s.h. blurb
pairing: steve harrington x henderson!fem!reader
requested: yes
type: fluff
summary: reader reunites with steve after chrissy's murder
warnings: none, i think
word count: 693
(Y/n) parked in front of her house and turned off the engine. She sighed and looked at the building, it felt like she hadn’t been there for ages. She got out of the car and walked towards the door, but before she could put her hand on the handle her mom opened it quickly. She hugged her tightly and let go after (Y/n) started saying she’s squeezing her too hard.
‘Finally! Oh god I missed you so much! Did you get a haircut?’ She laughed and ruffled her hair.
‘Um, yeah, do you like it?’ She smiled.
‘It looks beautiful sweetie!’ She reciprocated the smile. ‘Come on, come inside, I made your favourite meal!’
(Y/n) went inside after her mom and looked around. Nothing had changed through the course of the time she was in college. She ran to her room and placed her bag on her bed. She laid down next to it and sighed. This was a long journey.
‘Where is Dustin, mom?’ She screamed.
‘Oh, I don’t know, he’s somewhere with his friends.’ She yelled back. ‘Come eat!’
She got up and hurried to the kitchen. She missed the smell of her favourite dish, her mom’s cooking, her bed, Hawkins, but most importantly she missed her brother and Steve. Being in a long distance relationship was definitely hard, but it wasn’t the worst. She knew that Jonathan and Nancy also had been in the same situation as her which was giving her some comfort. She missed talking to Steve so much and his smile, jokes, touch, everything seemed so far away that she forgot how it had felt. She was eating her food in peace when her mother turned on the TV. The News was on and they were talking about another crime in Hawkins, suddenly (Y/n) spotted Nancy talking to an officer in the back.
‘Mom, I have to go somewhere, I’ll finish it later.’ She mumbled while chewing her food and quickly ran out of the house.
She drove to the place the reporter was talking about in hopes to find her brother with Nancy, after all she was Mike’s sister and Dustin was his best friend. She spotted a lot of people from the distance, she parked on the roadside and got out of her car. Instead of finding Nancy with her brother, she had found Nancy with the whole group of their friends. She stopped walking when her eyes met Dustin’s. The boy ran towards her and quickly embraced her in a hug.
‘Mom didn’t tell me you were coming!’ He said excited.
‘Yeah, it was supposed to be a surprise Dusty.’ She ruffled his hair and kissed his head. ‘I didn’t know where you could be but a crime scene was a good guess after all.’ She giggled and looked up.
Her eyes met Steve’s. She smiled at him and waved her hand. He was a bit shocked to see her so he came over to them slowly.
‘Am I dreaming Henderson or is that really your sister in front of my eyes?’ He asked.
‘It’s me Steve.’ She said and opened her arms.
After that he didn’t waste a second to ran up to her, pick her up and spin her around. This action caused some people to stare at them but they didn’t care about it at all.
‘God, I’ve missed you so, so much.’ He said, still holding her tightly. ‘Why didn’t you say you were coming back?’
‘Oh, it was a last minute decision and I wanted to surprise you both. I decided to come home after mom told me about the murder of this cheerleader. Do they know who did it?’
‘Um, yeah, you have a lot to catch up on.’ He laughed. ‘But right now it’s not that important. What’s important is that I haven’t seen you for ages.’ He whispered the last part and kissed her passionately.
‘Ew, gross.’ He heard Dustin say.
Steve just shoved his head away with his hand and resumed kissing the boy’s older sister.
‘New haircut?’ He asked when he broke the kiss.
She just nodded and placed her lips on his again.
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⋇⊶⊰ 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ⊱⊷⋇
miles morales x reader
AFTER ATSV
sypnosis: you don’t trust miles to tell you the whole truth about your past, but you learn to accept it. plot: fluff, some angst. warnings: nothing much, itsv or atsv does not belong to me. words: 1.1k song: In this darkness - clara la san a/n: this was kinda rushed but expect something better in the next update ᗒ෴ᗕ
~ part two ~
You shoot your web towards a building trying to find the anomaly. You had another mission which was informed to you by Miguel. You were currently trying to find the anomaly in the crowded city as you continue swinging building through building. “Caught you.” You Look at The Green Goblin who was currently flying through the air with the hoverboard. He was glitching that he fell down from his hoverboard, but before he could come in contact with the floor your webs caught him before he could fall. You trap him in your webs as you tie them in a knot trapping his body with the webs.
“Time to take you bac—” “ HEY Y/N!” You Look at the mystery figure and notice that it was the new kid, swinging towards you. You felt a pain on your face when you notice that the Goblin punched you in the face when you were distracted. “Oh my bad, Let me get that for you.” Miles swung down using his webs to catch you in his arms. He was to busy looking at you when he hit a pole. You were gone from his arms noticing the pole before he did. “What are you doing here?” You scowled at the boy swinging away from him. He groans in pain as he follows you.
“I’m just trying to help you.” Miles sighed looking down. “Look I know you don’t remember me but I remember you so maybe I can help you remember some things.” He inquired. When he looked up, he cried out in fear noticing your leg aiming towards his figure when you went past him to kick the goblin who was aiming for him. “That sounds lovely but please pay attention. We’re- or I’m on a mission.” You corrected yourself swinging away from the boy.
He groaned and followed you anyway. “Can you just stop being stubborn and actually listen to me.” You Look at him with a confused look. “Did you just call me stubborn?” You swung down on a roof. Miles forgot how scary you can be when you get upset. “Look, all I’m trying to do is make you remember me..please.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. Somehow you remember those eyes, those eyes of honey. Your head started hurting as you held it. “Hey, you good?” Miles asks in worry noticing you state. “Yeah just remembered something.” You mumbled.
“Alright fine, but after my mission is over.” You finally agreed as you looked at him, who was holding a soft smile. You swing away from him catching up with the green goblin. A short while after you finally caught him while he was glitching and threw one of the red cages to lock him. You use your watch to open a portal. You look back at Miles who was already looking at you. You looked away and went inside the portal going back to headquarters. Once you made it in you try to find Gwen. “Hey Y/n can we talk now?” Miles appeared behind you.
“Um maybe later, I have to find Gwen.” You told him. “She’s out on a mission.” He informed you. “Then I have to find Hobie.” You quickly uttered walking away. “He’s with Gwen.” He grabbed a burger from someone’s tray, munching on it. “Well then let me find Migue—” “Y/n stop avoiding me.” Miles went in front of you looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I’m not, I just have some important things to do.” You lied walking past his figure. He put his hand on your shoulder as you stopped. The familiar touch. You shake him off as you walked away from him.
He just watched your figure leave with a saddened look as he sat down on the bench. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she doesn’t want to remember?” Gwen mentioned above Miles hanging onto the ceiling. “But why?” He muttered holding his head in frustration. Gwen got down and sat next to him. “Probably because somewhere deep inside her, she’ll know how much she’ll regret ever forgetting in the first place. Then she’ll blame herself over everything that you’ll tell her.” Gwen looked down at her hand. “Like her brother?” Miles recalled. She nods.
“Maybe it’s for the best Miles.” Gwen looked up noticing the look on Miles face. “When I followed her on the mission, I told her that she was stubborn for not allowing me to tell her anything. She looked into my eyes. She held her head like she was in pain and I asked her if she was okay, she just told me that she remembered something.” Miles eyes lit up, “Maybe there’s hope after all.” He got up from the bench. “Miles, what are you thinking.” Gwen asked concerned for the boy. “You’ll know once you see the better version of her.” He was running towards where you went. Asking multiple Spider-Men which direction you headed to and that led him to Miguel’s room. “-aybe let him.” He hears distant voices as he tried to look for the source.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to learn the truth.” You told Peter who was playing around with Mayday. Miles turned invisible peeking up at the ceiling where you and Peter were talking upside down. ‘What are they talking about?’ Miles thought to himself. “What if he tells me something that will ruin what I am now?” You exclaimed with tears in your eyes as you look at Mayday which made you smile. “Let’s just assume he tells you something bad, you’ll have to accept it Y/n. That’s the thing about us Spider people, we always have to accept the truth no matter how much it can hurt.” Peter told you, holding onto your shoulder.
Mayday’s blabbering mouth broke you out of your thoughts as you cry softly and hug Peter. “Okay.” You mutter as you start walking down along with Peter. “I’ll go find him.” You inform him heading out of Miguel’s room. You walk past the invisible Miles, unknowingly to you, as Miles looks at your departing figure. He follows you as he tries to go back to the bench. Once he reaches to the bench he pretends to be be thinking about something.
“Hey, Miles.” You softly say looking down at his thinking state. He looks up pretending not to notice you from the start. “Oh hey Y/n! Nice to see you again.” He awkwardly states. “I’m sorry about avoiding you, it’s just that I guess I wasn’t ready for the truth yet.” You apologize. “It’s fine but like- if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here.” He coughed trying to avoid your gaze. You smile at him as you let out a laugh noticing his avoidance. He cleared his throat, “Lets go to my universe.” He insisted. “Alright.” You used your watch to open a portal leading to Earth-1610. “Wait how do you know my Eart—” Miles stopped noticing that your figure already went through the portal. He went through and noticed you looking back laughing. “Oh I see now..answer my question.” He playfully told you. “Hmm, no.” You tease. You’re finally talking to him was his first thought, ‘How much I missed you, Y/n.’
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Can you write more stuff about Benny (fnv)??
I don't have any ideas though
Um
Uh
I LOVE BENNY ONG I THOUGH ALL FNV FANS WENT EXTINCT
Sfw, they/them, Request open (if you want some nsfw hit me up, I got som ideas)
Benny Gecko headcanons
Lets start with obvious stuff. This guy did not plan a serious relationship, he is open to one night stands but never to acuall love... untill s/o came
Yeah he is not a good boyfriend material, nor husband BUT he is definitely a sugar daddy
Cuz this guy love language is 100% spoiling s/o with expensive gifts, good drinks, nice new clothes ect (he also loves when s/o holds his forearm while they are walking together)
Totally made sure that when s/o is vegas they have security
Tbh this relationship isn't official (i mean at the start, before he acually gets attached) so feel free to bang vulpes or other weirdos while out of vegas
Plots on bombing Mr house with ya... just kidding he is tottaly gatekeeping everything about his job, except that its cool and it makes him look important
Will totally do dumb shit to impress them
Drunk Benny is even funnier than sober benny
Loves kisses on cheek and nose. Sometiems he acts like gentleman and kisses s/o's hand when they greet or give them his coat if they forgot theirs
S/o outfits cost more than kidneys on blackmarket
No children. My guy is child free. Hates them also hes job is dangerous he doesnt want to risk s/o rising kid alone in mojave
When I was younger(8) I thought he was Italian
Okay okay.... BUT if s/o has a kid or they have to babysit some random child, dude is great father figure!!! Let's kid paint his nails and nap on him.
Totally has tattoos under that suit
Had piercing in his ear as teen, it healed badly and now he has scar
Wants to cuddle at night but he is a living heater and its already very hot in Vegas so good luck s/o
Okay but stuff gets real goofy if s/o is a Courier (includes spoilers?)
Okay... imagine... Courier s/o but they still kinda don't remember the whole 'lmao i- Benny gecko shoot you L bozo' part of fnv lore
Like he would acually feel bad... S/o is so nice to him, they have no clue that he was the one who made them loose at least 20iq points
IMAGINE Courier (with widow perk) waking up without Benny next to them and seeing that he only left a note that hes leaving. Tbh I would be so pissed. And imagine s/o reaction when they see him all tied up in some funny tent (legion camp) surrounded by gay furries (legionaries). Tbh I would think that hes cheating on me or something
Anyways, most of companions are probably shoked that Courier acually found this peace of human trash attractive
100% sure he had beef with vulpes even before the fnv game starts
You guy can bomb mr house together 🥰 vegas will be all yours! Sharing is caring
Never will tell s/o that he was the one that acually shot them lol
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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️
(Eating Disorder Reader Edition)
(Warning!: Angst [with comfort], mention of vomit, self-hate)
(Picture’s not mine!)
(Request here! Hey… Uh— Sorry this took longer than predicted, for a wide variety of reasons, including planning a way on how to tackle such a topic like this— I want this to be respectful and good. So I hope I captured that.)
- A rather tough and taboo subject but not an uncommon one people experience for a myriad of reasons, something that Sloane hasn’t personally experienced, however, they do know what it’s like to be uncomfortable in their skin.
- While they may not relate directly to your experience they are still a strong and reliable beam of support that you can lean on.
- Their empathy alone is a constant and yet they still go above and beyond for you, and keeps you in mind as they make the effort to help.
- They know that the people you hold close are an important part of your being able to recover healthily and they are so proud of you for having the willpower and effort to fall out of this.
- Helps with making sure you eat healthy and in proper quantities, and if it ever came to it they’d try to learn to cook in a heartbeat.
- A cooking class as a possible date could be really cute, a bit disastrous as they run around with a bowl of fire yelling crap like “I GOT THIS ALL UNDER CONTROL MI VIDA!”
- They don’t in fact have this all under control, still cute though.
- Sweet and genuine with you when they tell you that they want to learn about your certain condition and be there for you through thick and thin.
- That sentiment is never challenged, even in your toughest moments (ex: vomiting, hiding away food, abdominal pain, limiting food range, self-loathing, etc.)
- Always make sure you know that in these moments, you aren’t to blame and that you are learning to be someone you can love as they love you.
- If anyone tries to criticize you or plant themselves forcefully into your journey, believe me, the uppercut they give that person if they don’t heed Sloane’s warning to knock it off will be legendary.
- Constantly have to remind themselves that they won’t always have the answers or solutions to help mediate certain situations that arise.
- But they definitely get credit for how they help, the balance between healthy eating and exercise is always equal for both you and them.
- Makes their feelings about being incredibly proud and in love with you apparent, that no matter the circumstances they love to help you up and keep you close.
- Going back to cooking they always make sure to change things up so you don’t get sick of it, and it helps them widen their excitement for cooking.
- The kitchen ends up a mess 9 times out of 10… Helping them would be deeply appreciated and get you forehead kisses.
- In general, they’re very on top of your schedule, treatment, etc— If it helps you they’ll know everything about it.
- If you ever need it they’re going to remind you of certain things, like if you have medication that needs to be taken with food or you need to take a nap after a particularly rough day.
- Your health and safety to top priority and they make it well known with how they hold you close and kiss you affectionately on the lips if you’re feeling a bit more discouraged than usual.
- Sloane can’t get enough of you and it shows, and they hope that they can give you at least half of what they feel for you.
(Edit: HSJWJWKWK Almost forgot to put this in, um— As some of you guys have already realized the song is the opening song for My Babysitter’s a Vampire! It’s such a great song, found the whole thing months ago and to say I was elated was an understatement lol)
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Don't know if this has come up, but since the new part of Chapter 7 just dropped the other day, I just got hit with an idea on what Sebek's UM is or might be.
It's often a major joke that he is very loud and yells all the time. But what if that's because it's part of his UM that seeps out unconsciously? Like a sonic based attack or ability of sorts that doubles as a literal foghorn alarm clock (which is a nice parallel if you think about it since Silver is always sleeping). And if he's possibly twisted from Maleficent's lightning, what follows lightning? Thunder. And what happens when people are sleeping at night and there is a particularly loud thunder clap overhead? They wake up!
Also, think about it! In the second Halloween event, we find out that Sebek sings opera. And what is a common trope in media involving opera? Being able to break glass with your voice.
If my theory is right, Sebek's UM is meant to shatter the sleep spell around them because HE IS A LITERAL WALKING ALARM CLOCK!!!! 😂
I haven’t thought too much about what Sebek’s unique magic could be, but this is an interesting idea! Since unique magic is tailored to the individual, taking circumstantial evidence (personality, skills, etc) into account to predict the nature of it is fair. It’s similar to the line of thinking that leads many to suspect that Ace’s unique magic will be to copy others’ magic (since Ace himself is known to imitate his peers’ voices and picks up on new skills like dancing quickly; additionally, copying skills can be seen as a parallel to his mirror, Deuce, whose unique magic also relies on ‘borrowing’/using the power of others).
I like that this proposal for Sebek’s UM ties back to sleep and dreams, which seem to be very important for episode 7 given… recent events 😂 (I wonder if his loudness will actually be a plot point??? Imagine Sebek singing like a dejected Disney princess to save the day—)
I forgot where it was exactly, but I do remember reading a fairy tale retelling which featured a princess that was able to use her gift of song to disorient her enemies (literally by singing so high-pitched that it ruptured eardrums) and to summon animals to fight for her (though the latter sounds like a skill Silver would have, not Sebek). It’d be super coincidental if Sebek ended up having similar abilities due to the loudness of his voice.
Something I wonder is?? Not just what Sebek’s UM is but if he already has it or not!! He was apparently a late bloomer when it came to developing his general magical abilities, so I wonder if this also extended to his UM. Sebek seems to be perpetually locked in a state of identity crisis since he’s always holding up one half of his lineage and putting down the other half. Does this inability to accept and to recognize himself as he is preventing him from unlocking his UM…? Or has he already acquired it through sheer force of will and training??? I want to know so badly!! (If Sebek doesn't have his UM yet, it might also be interesting to see him and Ace bond over their feelings of inadequacy?? And then maybe unlock their UMs one after the other like Deuce and Epel did!)
I also think 🤔 Is Ortho able to acquire a UM…? Because it would be cool to see him also bond with Ace and Sebek over that detail! (I feel like those three, or at least Ace and Sebek, are still trying to figure out their identities and learning to be comfortable with who they are, thus perhaps leading to a lack of UM.) And do you know what that means???? 👀 It means we have a red (pink), green, and blue trio without their UMs… PINK, GREEN, AND BLUE LIKE FLORA, FAUNA, AND MERRYWEATHER, THE THREE GOOD FAIRIES…
#Ace Trappola#Sebek Zigvolt#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#notes from the writing raven#Deuce Spade#Silver#Epel Felmier#Othro Shroud#Flora#Fauna#Merryweather#Sleeping Beauty#twst theory#twst theories#twisted wonderland theory#twisted wonderland theories
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