#jadewrites

[morbid-personality]

pairing: Vulnerable!Leon/Wife!Reader

summary: you comfort leon when he gets back from a mission.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88315056/chapters/234211706

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It was two AM when Leon came home, the sound of his boots hitting the hardwood floor as he walked through the living room. You heard him drop his duffle bag and keys down on the counter then throw off his coat. He sighed loudly, either from frustration or exhaustion, maybe even a combination of the two.

You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to him settle in. He’d been gone for the last month on a case, the type where you got maybe three phone calls and one or two text messages throughout his entire time away. It was lonely no matter how much you understood and accepted this life with him. You’d missed him desperately, your fingers curl into the sheets with a desperate desire to get up and go see him. Yet, you didn’t. You knew he liked this time to decompress and he thought you were asleep anyway. He was home safe. You could wait.

He padded down the hallway past the bedroom door slowly, trying to be quiet, as he made his way to the bathroom. He took a long shower. He always did that when got back from a long time away. He wanted to wash away the grime and the sins he accumulated on his missions.

When he finally made his way out of the bathroom he made his way to the bedroom door, pausing in front of it for a minute before he entered, and opened the door slowly. The creeking sound made you look over, making eye contact with him immediately. “You’re awake.” He doesn’t sound excited by this revelation or annoyed by it. Just a statement.

“Can’t sleep when you’re not here.” You say, lifting the covers up and motioning for him to come to bed. He obliges, quickly slipping in between the sheets and the comforter with you, arms sliding around your body to tug you into his chest tightly. He sighs with relief, burying his face into your hair. “I missed you.” You whisper, hand running through his damp locks.

“I missed you. I didn’t think I would be gone so long.” His voice is quiet and muffled from his position so you have to strain to hear him.

“It’s okay, Baby.” He doesn’t reply, simply squeezing you tighter for a moment. “Are you okay?”

“Just exhausted. Missed my home.”

“Nothing too serious happened I need to know about?” You don’t mean to pry but he has a habit of holding stuff in that he would benefit from talking about

“No, I promise.” His hand slips up your shirt to caress your back, gooseflesh prickling across your skin at the tough of his calloused hands.

You feel relief, glad that despite the longer than expected time frame, he was safe and everything was okay. “Good, good.” You kiss his forehead. “Get some rest, Leon.” His hand ceased its ministrations and he was snoring lightly within the minute.

———

Leon only slept peacefully for a couple hours, despite how tired he was. Even with you in his arms, his dreams plagued him.

It was always worse during and after a trip away. New scenes were added to his pandora’s box of memories his brain could replay, new enemies and new threats were added to the roster. He’d dream about plagues and sickness, not just himself being the victim but you. The amount of dreams he had where you were infected couldn’t be counted on both hands and toes, losing you to an illness because of him would be something he’d never get over.

The dream tonight was extra spicy, you were infected on purpose by someone that captured you. He was trying to find you, trying to save you but no matter where he went he couldn’t find you. He went through countless doors and ran down countless hallways of an abandoned hospital that looked like the one from his most recent mission only to hear your screams for help but not see you. When he finally found you, it was too late.

He was talking in his sleep, breathing heavily and starting to push you away in his sleep. You woke up immediately, knowing exactly what was happening. You smoothed his hair back, the strands damp with sweat. “Leon.” He doesn’t wake immediately, his hand turning from your grasp, his face scrunched as if in pain.”Leon, wake up.”

His eyes crack open and then shoot open as he sees you, arms wrapping back around you to bring you to his heaving chest. He holds you like this, trying to regain composure knowing that you were safe and his nightmares were only dreams. You wonder what he does when this happens and he’s away and you’re not there. You hate the idea that he’s alone and suffering. You try to not think about that.

“Leon, are you okay?” You finally ask, arms around him to keep him safe.

“I am now.”

You glance over at your phone to check the time. It was only a little past four AM. “Why don’t we try to get some more rest.”

He doesn’t reply, cuddling into you further as his only response.

You stay awake until you’re sure he’s back asleep, wanting to make sure he was comfortable before you decided to go back to sleep too. You couldn’t help but feel protective during moments like this. Leon was such a strong man. Not just physically but mentally, he was tough and smart. He could be a force to be reckoned with. Yet, here he was cuddled into you seeking comfort from a nightmare. You cherished the vulnerability in these moments from a man that doesn’t show that part of himself to anyone but you.

———

You wake up before Leon, somehow sliding from his grip without waking him to go to the kitchen. He must have been tired if you leaving the bed didn’t wake him. Hopefully he’d appreciate getting to sleep in and waking up to a home cooked breakfast.

You spent the next hour whipping up pancakes, sausage, eggs and fruit. You made fresh coffee and was in the middle of putting the plates together when Leon slowly made his way into the kitchen. “Good morning. It smells good.” He says as he approaches you, hair wild but looking rested. He leans down to kiss your temple, eyeing the food over your shoulder.

“I wanted to welcome you back home. I hope it’s good.”

He places his hands on your waist, giving you a firm squeeze. “Everything you do is good.”

You roll your eyes, picking the plates up and leaving his grip to take the plates to the bar. Leon stares into space for a moment before he follows you. You could tell he was trying to be normal but it always took time for him to feel comfortable again after he got back from a long time away. “Come eat before it gets cold.” His eyes slide to you and he moves to his seat. Sometimes he needed someone to direct him when his headspace wasn't the best.

The two of you eat in companionable silence, Leon devouring his plate of food a lot faster than you expected. Did he not get to eat much during his time away? Probably not.

“I hate how things feel when I get back. Everything feels so off.” He’s staring into space, cracking his knuckles in his lap as he speaks.

“What do you mean?”

“I have to readjust every time. You have to not only deal with my actual absence but then my mental absence when I come back. It just feels bad.” He sighs, hand moving from his lap to grip his hair in frustration. “I can’t just turn it off.”

“You don’t have to.” You stand up, looping your arms around him. His arms wrap around you immediately, always seeking your comfort. “Needing time to adjust to change is natural. Unfortunately, you’re human, Leon. You are allowed to feel emotions.”

He groans, head dropping. “It’s hard to explain what’s going on in my head.”

You kiss his cheek, squeezing him. “You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.”

“I want you to know what I'm thinking even when it makes no sense.”

“It does make sense, though. You go off on these cases for weeks or months at a time. You’re in danger, barely eating or sleeping and you’re away from home. You come back and it can be a big change. It would be overwhelming to anyone. Leon.” You lean away from him, tilting your head to make eye contact with him.

He met your gaze, looking for any sign that you were judging him. He knew you weren’t but being vulnerable was hard, even with you. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve all the good things, Baby.”

He doesn’t reply, simply leaning in to give you a quick kiss before grabbing your plates and taking them to the sink. You sat back on the barstool watching him as he cleaned the dishes meticulously, slowly. “I feel you watching me.”

“Just observing you. I like that you’re back. It takes me some getting used to your presence again too.”

He glances over his shoulder, sending you a real smile for the first time today. “Gotta get back into the swing of doing chores.”

You smile back, happy to see that maybe telling you his thoughts took some weight off his shoulders. “I’m glad to have my help back. You know I hate dishes.”

“You cook and I wash. We’re both better at that.” He was right, Leon couldn’t cook to save his life.

“We make a good team.”

“I wouldn’t be able to make it without you here waiting for me. You know that, right? You do so much for me that I can never repay. Like last night-“

“Don’t worry about that.” You get up from your seat to walk up behind up, wrapping your arms around his waist, and pressing your head against his back. “I’m always here for you. Always.”

[jadeandquartzes]

🍓 🕯️ 🥤 🍄 ❄️ 🦴 🪲 (i may have gone a little overboard also my b if there are repeats!)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

answered this a little bit here! (crown of candy in 2020 + network shows making Big Mistakes in the late 2010s. lmao)

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

answered this here a bit too! (7 to 8. I really enjoy it.)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

OKAY we're gonna talk about the amazing @sharkodactyl for a minute here. she writes some of THE tastiest fics I have ever read. like, that is the way to describe them in my head because I read them and wish to Physically Consume The Words. yknow? absolutely phenomenal characterizations and body horror and utterly inspired au choices and the descriptions are always SO delicious and marrow-deep literally all of her fics are KILLER. candy-coated darling holds the title for one of my favorite pieces of writing anywhere, on or off the internet. it's so downright eerie and captivating and this gloriously specific flavor of saccharine (pun fully intended) horror that has impacted my writing going forward and opened my eyes to the delights of unreality in fic!! and no grave can hold your body down is SUCH a fucking phenomenal knockout look at the kipperlilly and lucy dynamic that i am FOREVER rotating in my head at unfathomable speeds. i read this for the first time and put my head down on the table and went "fuck!!" in delight and agony. it's a cycle it's a loop!! just try again and it'll totally go different this time :)))) there is no tragedy inherent in this story :)))

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

HUH. gonna give myself some variation in fandoms here, and say that I am a firm believer that ms. emily kaldwin and ms. alexi mayhem had a variety of increasingly homoerotic sparring matches over the years about which emily lived in blissful unselfawareness and alexi suffered every goddamn day.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

HMM. See, normally all my dream themes and plots for fics are things I just have in the works in the future, because yknow! If I can dream it, I can do it! That said: starbreaker grad school dark academia is one of those fics, and I WILL get to it someday. dark!orym au is another, because I have VERY SPECIFIC TAKES on how it would go down. and a third one is time loop fic series for the bg3 companions, bc i have Thoughts.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

answered a bit here, but I'll add onto this that musical theatre (Les Mis, Falsettos, Great Comet, SO many more) and audio dramas (Wolf 359! Penumbra Podcast!) all live rent free in my mind and frequently make their way into my works. I love varied formats! 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

okay so I am giving myself a temporary exemption from this based solely on the fact that I woke up #ill (it'll be fine, I'm just unhappy about it lol) BUT. i will update this space with the aforerequested 50 words when I am in fact Less ill. mark my words.

[jadedoodles]

Good for her 

I hope she feels so loved

I do

Good for you 

I hope you know we misjudged

I do

I hope you still remember

Our time together

And let a smile slip through

I do

[ts-agere-stuff]

Agere 4

Tw- I don’t think any apply, but let me know if there are some!

summary- Janus wakes up and takes Remus from a call, then Roman and Logan have a 1 on 1 chat.

Chapters- 1, 2, 3, 4

Janus woke up two hours later and gasped, quickly disconnecting.

‘Hey?’ Virgil asked in DMs.

They rubbed at their face, then tried to sit up, not having the energy to really.

‘You okay?’

‘I’m gonna shower.’ Janus typed, still curled up in a ball.

‘That’s good. Are you big now?’

‘You saw me sleep, didn’t you?’

‘That doesn’t answer the question, Dee.’

‘Janus*.’ Janus corrected.

‘You’re still avoiding the question.’

‘I’m old enough to shower.’

Virgil sighed and nodded to himself, ‘fine, just be careful.’

Janus finished that conversation and went to Patton’s about 20 DMs of him finding the character limit and using it to send the most amount of “I love you”s or heart emojis that he could. Janus sent a single heart back and Patton sent a blushing emoji, making them smile. 

Janus finally went to shower and dealt with everything, washing their face too. They got dressed in the most comfortable outfit they could and went back to bed, flopping back on. They grabbed their computer and hopped onto the group world with Roman and Logan still playing. Janus joined VC with them and hummed a greeting.

Logan and Roman said their usual hellos, now more quiet than usual. 

Janus laughed gently, “I’m not like that anymore. I’m fine.”

“We know.” Logan still said in a soft voice.

“Remus is though.” Roman shrugged.

“Oh.” Janus mumbled, trying not to make too much noise with their keyboard. Janus checked Roman’s pronouns again quickly, then hummed, “is he okay?”

“Oh yeah.” Roman shrugged, “he’s just watching me play.”

“Hiiii, Dee!” Remus laughed, “good deedee?”

“Mhm.” Janus hummed something. 

Remus nodded and rubbed at his own eyes, “summer sucks!”

Logan hummed, “yes, its much too humid.”

“Pollen can go bye bye.”

“No, Remus, it can’t. Nothing can re-”

“Bye! Bye!”

Roman started laughing, “chiiiill! Give me a minute to enjoy being the older brother.”

“You’re noooot!”

“Now I am, though.”

“Noooo-” Remus held back laughter.

Logan hummed, “I mean, mentally, he is the older brother.”

Janus faked a gasp, “Oh, dear, It seems you no longer have that point in your favor.”

“That’s stupid!” Remus whined, moving in a way that would make Roman’s character fall off a cliff, knocking him down to half health.

“Remus!” Roman jumped and gently nudged Remus, “cut it out.”

Janus hummed, “Remus, do you want some extra attention as the little brother?”

“Uh-huh!” Remus started clapping. 

“Can you join on your phone so we don’t have to deal with these, hm, how should I say it?”

“Nerds!!”

“That’s the word,” Janus agreed.

“Hey!” Roman and Logan both said at once. 

Janus laughed and called Remus on discord, which Remus answered and went to another room. 

Roman went to the AFK spot by the mob spawner while he rubbed his own face, humming a bit. Logan and him weren’t the best at keeping up a conversation together, but just sitting here on call was enough for him.

“So you regress too?” 

Apparently it wasn’t enough for Logan, though. 

“Shush.” Roman rolled his eyes, messing with his own fingers. 

“Roman, I think almost everyone regresses in the server, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Everyone except you? That’s a bit hard to believe.” Roman snapped back.

“You’re either suggesting someone is faking it or that I am hiding it?” Logan continued chopping down the trees they needed for wood, seemingly bored.

Roman took a moment, then started clicking his bracelet against the desk, “No. I’m… It’s different, you know.”

“How?” Logan gave a dry laugh, “Because you’re annoying?” He teased, knowing Roman didn’t mind.

“Because I’m the server manager and- Logan, you’ve already heard how intimidating I apparently am.”

“Which only confuses me more, you don’t want to be imposing, but you don’t want to show your softer side?”

“Exactly!” Roman nodded to himself, “I have to be soft enough for the princess to let me save them, but not too much that they fall in love with me, you know. That isn’t safe, you know.”

Logan sighed, “What if I help?”

“Help what?”

“Help you take care of yourself while you regress.”

Roman hesitated for a moment, “Logan-”

“Well, I am close enough that I could just go over there if you need that.”

Roman ran a hand through his own hair, “you aren’t driving over here to deal with that of all things.”

“I’m sure Remus would happily pay for the gas.” “Loooooo-” Roman whined, “Come oooooon-”

Logan tilted his head, “What?” 

“You’d get here at like 5 am.”

“You say that like you won’t be up after that.”

“Shush.”

That got a smile and chuckle from Logan. “No, unless you have any actually sincere things to say against it, I will be coming over. Now, what things do you need?”

Roman ran his fingers over his own bracelets, “I’m probably going to- you know- before you get here.”

“That’ll be okay. I can stay on call with you if you wish. I don’t want you to have to regress alone.”

Roman nodded, then got out of the afk area. “You sure?”

Logan logged off and started grabbing things to stay for the weekend, “Roman, you haven’t been doing well. If you need someone there in order to be better, then I’ll happily help. Humans need social interaction, you can’t be completely independent. Understood?”

“Mhm.” Roman pet himself, “got it.”

Logan nodded, “I’m probably going to be silent most of the way, just fair warning.”

“Don’t care.” Roman started working on his farm, focusing on that.

“I’m on my way.” Logan sighed, and made sure everything was ready, then went to his car, getting in, connecting it to the car, “What shall we do when I get there?”

Roman hummed happily and tapped on his keyboard more, “I have coloring books.”

“What of, dear?” Logan asked softly, making Roman giggle and hum, then start ranting about all of the things they would do. 

Hey! If you want to see my new writing for MCYT agere, its over on @dsmp-agere-stuff  Its just started so there’s not much there, but I will try to post on it as often as I can, along with this story on this blog.

[jadesjunk]

Character Bio Example 1

This is an example of some bio writing work for my Red Dead Redemption Online character Eve.

Name: Eve (Last Name TBD)

Short for Evelyn but hates being called by her full name. Comes from her Irish ancestry and named after her deceased aunt. Comes from Aibhilín or Éibhleann, the latter can be derived from the Old Irish óiph ("beauty.")

Alternate nicknames include Evy/Evie which she went by as a child but doesn’t like to be called that anymore.

Also uses the aliases Eliza or Rose and after arriving Lemoyne she may use Rhode as a last name.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian (Unaware)

Appearance

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 180lbs

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Red head/Ginger

Has always been on the skinny side but after running away her increased activity leaves her often more on the underweight side. She tries to maintain a healthy weight despite her higher metabolism.

Often wears her long red hair in a braid either down her back or over her shoulder.

Prefers wearing loose work shirts and pants with mens boots. In general prefers more masculine apparel but isn’t opposed to occasionally wearing a dress or skirt when in an appropriate situation. She does like mixing up her outfits and has a variety of feminine and masculine apparel, often enjoying wearing nice vests when she can afford them.

Her main outfit consists of a black cowboy hat, red work shirt with a sash around her midsection, basic black pants, black boots, red leather work gloves and a red and black poncho gifted to her by her friend Reyes. She wears a black gun belt covered in an assortment of useful items.

Personality Traits: Kind, Stubborn, Determined, Bit Naive, Quiet

Likes and Dislikes

Likes

Animals

Good food

Comfortable clothes

Being out in nature

Warm weather/summer

Gathering plants or animal samples

Harriet

Dislikes

Having to kill (humans or animals, does it out of necessity)

Poor meals

Being cooped up indoors

The cold/winter

Alligators

Men who assume she should be grateful to be hit on

Family (Living)

??? (Father)

Catherine (Mother)

??? (Eldest Brother)

??? (Middle Brother)

??? (Younger Brother)

Savannah (Previously Claire)

Friends

Wes

Reyes

Faye?

Harriet

Trelawny?

Nazar?

Skills/Work

Eve’s main skills revolve around her witchcraft and animal handling. She’s also an incredibly good cook thanks to her mother and those she’s traveled with. She picks up recipes from all over and has a knack for figuring out what’s missing in a dish just as much as she can sort out what she might need in a particular potion. She seems to have a natural connection with animals as well, able to quickly bond with any horse she rides and often can calm horses she doesn’t know relatively easily.

Eve’s witchcraft mostly revolves around making potions. She does like to make trinkets and talismans as well but she puts more faith in producing potions. She generally avoids rituals and sacrifice as it makes her uncomfortable and she doesn’t like the feeling of possibly calling on devils. Eve’s potions are generally more for improving one’s body such as numbing the body to pain or increasing stamina and improving your sight. She has carefully tested some potions with her horses, finding ways to vitalize them much like herself.

With firearms Eve’s main choice is rifles with short to medium scopes. She can use a pistol/revolver but most of the time prefers to use her rifle without the scope instead. When she isn’t pressured or panicking she’s a great shot but her accuracy greatly decreases the more she panics. She’s also pretty bad at riding or driving and shooting and usually prefers to ride shotgun on a wagon. Sometimes she can fire off several crack shots at enemies heads, killing each in a single shot but other times she panics so terribly she can’t even hit their bodies.

Thanks to Reyes she becomes pretty decent with a bow as well but usually only uses it in hunting for stealth kills. She’s okay with it from horse back but like her rifles is far better when still on a horse or on the ground.

Her skill hunting animals varies, oftentimes she tries to shoot from horseback either to kill with rifle or bow or attempts to tranquilize with her varmint rifle. Due to how erratic and at times small her targets are she has a far harder time making clean kills and sometimes even just hitting the body with the tranqs. She’s gotten incredibly good at tracking animals but unless she gets a solid shot standing still before it runs away (or attacks) she typically fails at getting a clean kill. Eve usually tries to avoid doing hunting, preferring to focus more on managing samples for Harriet. When she does hunt it’s usually more for cooking or if she needs ingredients/materials for other things. She will assist in hunts if needed for the gang but otherwise likes to put her skills to use elsewhere.

Backstory/Past

Eve was born to a relatively affluent family far north of New Hanover. (Traveling to Saint Denis is a several day trip south.) She has three brothers who were brought up to take over her father’s business. As their only daughter Eve was raised under relatively strict parenting. While her brothers were allowed to come and go more freely Eve was often stuck at home or only allowed to go out with her family. What little freedom she had came after she was 15 and she was finally allowed her to go on brief horse rides around their land alone.

Age 15-16: Eve stumbles upon an old leather journal belonging to her great grandmother. It was hidden away in the attic of their home in an old trunk with the last remaining heirlooms of her mother’s side. The pages were worn and frail from age and much of the scrawled handwriting was in gaelic. Eve struggled with translating as she wasn’t as fluent as her mother but she manages to translate most of it. The journal mostly contains accounts of her great grandmother’s life. Mixed in amongst the crumbling pages were recipes and notes on what Eve could only think of as potions, spells and rituals. Eve keeps the journal a secret from her family, carefully translating the contents over to a new journal of her own. Outside of working on the journal she also explores in the forest trying to identify plants. She accidentally poisons herself a few times but fortunately never too seriously and her mother doesn’t catch on.

Age 16-17: Eve discovers an old abandoned cabin deep into the woods beyond her family’s estate. Over the course of the summer she slowly begins cleaning the inside and converting it for her own use. She begins using her riding trips sneak away to the cabin and soon even does so at night. She gets caught coming home once by one of her brothers, thankfully the most understanding one who doesn’t ask questions and instead just helps her get the horse put away and back in bed without being noticed. 

Age 17-18: Potential suitors begin approaching Eve but many end up getting the message she’s not interested and eventually move on to other women. Her mother and father are frustrated by her lack of interest in men. Soon Eve unfortunately catches the eye of one particularly stubborn man who becomes incredibly enamored with her. She repeatedly turns him down and this frustrates him as he knows she would be well off and would make a beautiful wife. He begins to become obsessed with her, believing he deserves her. The suitor is used to getting his way, being a slick and charismatic businessman. 

Age 19: Eve is in her cabin when suddenly the door bursts open. She grabs for her shotgun (in case of predators) and aims it at the intruder. It turns out to be the suitor from town who refuses to leave her alone. After he mocks her and tries to tempt her into marrying him he causes her to panic and she shoots him in the abdomen. He falls flat on the floor of the cabin, blood spilling from the hole in his torso. Eve barely collects herself after retching onto the floor, covers the body in an old blanket and then buries it in the back. She changes clothes, takes her horse (Deseray, a blood bay arabian) and runs away. 

Her family never finds out about the murder, they do eventually suspect the suitor had done something but doubted she eloped with him after so many refusals. A widespread search commences but they never pick up any sign of her and eventually it’s called off. They mourn for her loss and pray that she’s alive and well out there somewhere.

After the murder Eve makes it a town or two over before stopping and gathering herself. Still horribly shaken she decides to head towards Saint Denis as a backup plan. If everything goes wrong she has family there and can contact her parents or brothers if it comes to it. At least she knows the area and how to get there. For a brief while she barely scrapes by in the wilderness before falling in with some Irish travellers on their way to Rhodes. She takes up work cooking and caring for their horses while traveling with them.

Eve learns how to better survive on the road thanks to them and is finally taught how to use a gun properly. By the time they part they gift her with a beautiful cob and point her in the direction of a man named Trelawny. The mysterious con artist gives her work to help her survive and helps her get setup at Rhodes stables with her two horses. Trelawny is the main person who teaches Eve how to talk her way out of issues or use her innocent appearance against others. While she’s still relatively naive and unfortunately a little too trusting he helps sharpen her senses and skills. 

At some point Eve runs into Harriet and picks up work sampling and studying local wildlife. She doesn’t really understand it at the time but while working for the animal enthusiast Eve begins developing a massive crush on her. (Mostly because she’s never been in love or crushing on someone.) Despite Harriet’s eccentricity the pair get along incredibly well (though most of it is Eve listening to Harriet wax on about animals and how horrible hunters are.) She ends up sharing her knowledge of natural remedies and concoctions, delighting Harriet and helping her with developing her sedatives, revivers and so on.

At some point Eve ends up running into Reyes at a saloon after both end up so drunk they start hitting on people of the same sex. (Eve at the time is still unaware that she’s lesbian.) They get thrown out together and Reyes invites her back to his camp to continue drinking. The pair have a good time, mostly downing more alcohol, singing, dancing and howling at the moon. Eve ends up messing up some of her clothes and Reyes gives her a spare poncho to wear. Eve makes a joke while drunk that since they match they’re the “Happy Ponchos” now. The two pass out before sunrise and in the morning she convinces him to let her tag along.

Reyes ends up teaching Eve how to hunt more efficiently and the best way to use as much of an animal carcass as possible. She continues to sticks around him like a lost puppy and learns more than ever before, becoming incredibly proficient in using a bow thanks to him. Eventually she even manages to craft a bow made of antlers from her best buck kill with his help. Through Reyes Eve also runs into her cousin Claire who has since left home and changed her name to Savannah.

[deadpooly]

holy shit im about to finish writing chapter 3 of clean up in ailse 108 and some of the shit i wrote five months ago is both genius and very offensive what the fuck was i doing

[morbid-personality]

a/n: wrote some more bee x reader bc olivia rodrigo’s new song honeybee has inspired me.

synopsis: falling for each other and distractions.

———

Bumblebee was starting to understand why Optimus originally hadn’t wanted him to get close to any of the humans that resided on the planet he helped protect. He had a job to do and a lot to worry about. He was a very important part of Team Prime and skilled at what he did. They needed him. He couldn’t afford to be distracted or to have his mind linger elsewhere when he needed to be focused.

Yet, here he was, driving towards the coordinates Optimus sent him only thinking of you. He should be mentally preparing for what was about to come. He should be strategizing or figuring out a plan to handle whoever was at his destination but all he could focus on was who he was leaving behind.

He knew he’d be back with you soon. This wouldn’t take long and the trip wasn’t too far away this time. He knew you were safe and would be waiting for him. He simply just enjoyed thinking about you even though he shouldn’t.

He met you a couple months ago at the drive in theater. You started working the late shift and for some reason you caught his eye. He frequently visited the theater and he loved movies but he made a point to visit more often when you showed up. You also noticed the blonde guy in the yellow and black camaro that quickly became a regular visitor on your shift. He couldn’t stop himself from talking to you and don’t even get him started on the first time he made you laugh. He wanted to know you. It was dangerous and unknown territory for him but he felt that there was something special about you.

After weeks of conversations you actually made the move first, asking him if he’d like to join you to a concert at a local venue. You had an extra ticket and didn’t want to go alone. He couldn’t say no to you.

He picked you up so you could drink and he could be the DD. You danced and sang with him, tangling your fingers through his, up his arms and eventually around his neck. His holoform’s skin tingled where you touched him. He never wanted you to stop. He’d never experienced anything like this. Like you. When the show was over, he took you home and parked in front of your apartment. You leaned over his center console, drunk as can be, and met his gaze for far longer than normal. You saw something he was trying to hide, something he didn’t want to hide from you. You knew it and he knew it. “You’re different.” You say bravely. “I don’t know what it is but I like it. I had fun with you tonight.”

“I did too,” Bee replies. He is telling the truth but putting it lightly. He can’t recall ever having so much fun with anyone ever in his life. He would replay tonight over and over in his processor. He selfishly hoped he got more nights with you.

He thinks about what you said for the next two weeks until he decides to take you to an abandoned warehouse near your home and lets you in on what he is. He shows you his true form and at first you don’t speak. You’re not screaming (he thinks that’s good) but you also seem troubled by something. He’s knelt down to be eye level with you, his optics looking into your green eyes. “I trust you… I needed you to know.. the truth.” His radio sputters.

“Just give me time?”

It took you a week to call him. He had spent said week losing his processor assuming he’d never hear from you again. He’d scared you away and he tried his damndest to convince himself it was for the best. Maybe you deserved better people in your life than someone that may only cause you trouble. That is until his comms rang and you were the one calling. “Hey.” He answered way too quickly but he wasn’t above looking a little excited to hear from you.

“Hey, Bee. Are you busy?”

“Never for you.” and he means it. He doesn’t care that you took a week to call him back. He doesn’t care that you may be calling to let him down easy.

You giggle on the other end. His spark flutters. “Flirt. Wanna come get me and us go somewhere?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” He once again sounded too excited. Luckily, you think it’s cute.

The two of you drove around and talk all night. He told you stories of growing up, his planet, war, and his friends. You had less interesting stories to tell in comparison to his cool space tales but he listened intently, eating up every bit of information about you that you’d give him as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard. It wasn’t until the sun was rising that you both realized how late it had gotten. Neither of you had ever felt so at ease with anyone.

That night changed everything.

He came to the theater every night he could and you hung out every chance you got. The immediate friendship soon became something else that neither of you fully addressed yet. You hugged and held hands and flirted all the time. Your fingers always found him, either to lay across his arm or to weave in between his own fingers. You called him Honeybee and it made his wires buzz with electricity every time you said it.

Primus, he missed you. He wanted this mission to end sooner rather than later.

He needed to stop thinking about you but he couldn’t focus on anything but the big question: what were you two? What were you desiring to be with him? Was this all just for fun to you or were you seriously interested in him? He didn’t think he’d be able to handle if this was all just a game to you but also why would you want to be with an alien robot car in the first place? What did all of this mean? Bee didn’t have any experience in romance or relationships. What if he was reading everything all wrong?

How was he supposed to focus on spying on some Decepticons, finding out what their plans were, and then dip out when all he could think about was what you were to him? He felt almost childish.

He promised himself he’d remedy the situation as soon as he got back.

The mission, of course, went by smoothly and quickly. He was on his way back in no time. He was proud of himself that he could do both when it came to doing his job and thinking of you he just hoped he could keep it that way and not allow himself to get too distracted. He eventually wanted to tell Optimus and his friends about you. Maybe introduce you all. He couldn’t let you become something Optimus only saw as a distraction and he knew that’s the first thing he’d bring up. He wanted all of this to work out.

By the time Bee made it back home it was late but you should still be at work closing up. He headed straight for the theater, straight to you. He needed to see you and get back into the routine of what he left behind until he had to leave again. He hoped you didn’t get tired of always waiting for him. He pulled into the parking lot and activated his holoform to head to the box office. You had your back turned to him so he took his opportunity to use his scouting skills to sneak behind you, causing you to jump when he put his mouth next to your ear and said “Boo.”

You turned around and swatted him, laughing at him with a huge grin on your face at the sight of who scared you. “Bee, what the hell!”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t notice me coming.”

You shook your head at him but couldn’t stop the smile that stayed on your face. “I missed you.”

His spark lept. “I missed you too.”

“Let me close up here and we can drive around, yeah?” The way you were looking at him could keep him going for the rest of his days. He’d never dreamed anyone could look at him like that.

You sped through your cleaning and put away everything you needed to at lightning speed. Luckily, all the patrons left immediately after the showing ending without issues and you could leave immediately. You ran towards the yellow camaro, his holoform stepping forward to catch you as you wound your arms around his neck and pulled him in close in a hug. “Honeybee, please don’t leave again soon.”

“I won’t. I’m here for a while.”

“I feel like I just got you. I wanna be selfish.” You pulled back, winking at him before pulling him towards his alt mode. You opened the driver’s side door and climbed into the back, pulling Bee with you. He looked at you in wonder as you threw a leg over his lap and straddled him, laying your head down to listen to the spark in his chest. The buzz you heard reminded you of a sound machine meant to lull you to sleep. “Is this okay?”

“Of course.”

“How do you talk in this form if your voice box is broken?” He wonders if you can hear how you’re making his spark speed up.

“Since it’s all synthetic Ratchet, our medic, was able to create vocal cords so that I can speak and blend in better. I do feel like an itch in my throat all the time. This form is still me to an and my throat will never heal so I guess that’s why I feel that…” He trailed off as you start playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

You finally sit up and stare at him, eyes darting between his eyes and his mouth. “Can I kiss you, Bee?”

He nodded his head and before he could speak you already had leaned in, meeting your lips together in a kiss that made him immediately understand why the first kiss scene was such a big deal in all those romance movies he’d watched. He felt it from his head to his toes in a way that made him want more of you. Your hands were roaming all over him, digging into him like you also were desperate for more. If you hadn’t heard his spark beating faster earlier you had to feel it now with how closely you were pressed against him. You broke apart for a moment to breath, meeting his gaze. You looked at him like he hung the moon. “I feel like i’ve known you for years.” You say with a smile.

“I’ve never met anyone like you.” He replies.

You pepper kisses across his face. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long I just wasn’t sure…”

“Because of what I am? Weren’t sure if you wanted to?” You don’t notice the way his tone and eyes dropped.

“I don’t care what you are, Bee. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted that. I’m just a little human and you have such a big job to do. I’ve been sure of you since I called you that day asking if you wanted to go for a drive. That’s why I took so long to call you. I knew how I felt and it was scary to think that us being so different could ruin that but it didn’t! Even if it’s temporary I want to be… I want whatever you will give me.”

Bee pulled you close to him, gently pressing his forehead to yours. “On Cybertron this is kinda how we kiss.” He feels you press back against him, a smile spreading across your face. “I wanna give you all of me.”

“I can be pretty greedy.”

“That’s fine. I’m known to be pretty selfless.” You smile at each other, lost in the moment until you lean back in, kissing Bee once again. Your hands leave his hair and slowly slide past him and onto the leather seats behind him. You run your nails down the backrest, earning a shiver from not only the holoform beneath you but the car itself. You continue running your nails across the leather as you kiss him, slowly starting to grind your body against him. You could feel his arousal beginning to grow and you could feel him holding back. You wanted more. You wanted- he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to break the moment. “There’s a cop, Baby. We gotta go.”

You peak outside to see a police officer patrolling the lot. “Let’s get out of here.”

He quickly starts the car and peels out of the lot before the cop can even realize the Camaro was leaving. You both stare at each other for a moment in the back seat before you start laughing and Bee soon joins you. “Do you wanna ride around until you’re sleepy or do you wanna go home? I can take you back to your car after the cop leaves or I can take you home and bring you back tomorrow.”

“I’m kinda sleepy. I just want to be wherever you are. Don’t leave me tonight.”

He leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “I can do that.”

The drive home was quiet but comfortable as you cuddled into him in his backseat. He helped you get out when you made it and followed you inside, helping you further by taking off your shoes for you and leading you upstairs to your bedroom. You plop down onto your bed, reaching grabby hands out towards the blonde man. “Honeybee.” He grins at you, allowing himself to be grabbed and yanked down onto the bed with you.

“Stay.”

He kicked his boots off and climbed under the covers with you, grabbing you close and marveling at how well you fit against him.

“Goodnight, Bee.”

“Goodnight,”

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/87155261/chapters/230817411

[morbid-personality]

pairing: optimus prime/reader

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17538206/chapters/232082466

summary: optimus is stressed out from work. you know how to make him feel better. SMUT

MDNI! 18+

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Optimus was exhausted. He’d never admit it out loud (or to Ratchet) but he was so tired. The Decepticons had been mobilizing more often lately resulting in more missions. more meetings and less time for anything else. Everything had to be put on the back burner when lives were at stake, including you it seemed.

You, the Autobots’ PR lady, had plenty to do during times like this. More accidental sightings of the ‘Bots led to magazine and online news headlines. Stories would be told out of context and you’d have to do damage control to make sure public opinion stayed as positive as it could be for an alien race. Today, however, you were off work but you still had a job to do.

You watched Optimus quietly, sitting on the catwalk so you could be eye level with him as he observed the large screen in front of him. For the last two months, your free time usually reserved for him was spent sitting near him as he worked. No conversations, no long drives, no date nights, just quiet observations and tired eye contact. Your conversations were surface level, he not being able to discuss the missions with you since you didn’t have clearance and you not wanting to push him. Your time with him was limited and you didn’t want to spend it stressing him out more. You hoped your presence helped calm him. He told you as much, assuring you that just having you near when possible helped him immensely. “I am just sorry I cannot give you more of my time right now.” He’d said, regret in his tone.

He’d work into the night, making his way into your quarters long after you fell asleep. His holoform would kiss your head and slide under the sheets to hold you while he rested for a few hours. He’d always be gone again before you woke.

You watched him, the way his metal brows fixed in a scowl, his posture not as straight as usual, and an occasional sigh would leave his vents. He needed to relax.

You slowly rose from your seat on the ground and leaned against the railing towards him, observing his optics roam across the screen. “Baby.” You say, reaching out.

He turns his head to you slightly. “Yes, my spark?” Your heart hammers at the nickname. He reaches back. giving you his pointer finger to grab onto.

“It’s getting late. I- Can we please go back to my room a little early tonight? Just for tonight?”

He hesitated. “I should not abandon my work yet. So much has to be done.”

“Please..” You suddenly realize your eyes are burning. He has to notice the unshed tears making their way into your eyes. “I miss you and you need to make some time for yourself too.” He doesn’t reply, his optics going between you and back to the screen. You know it’s because he wants to go with you. You can see the conflict and you know it’s not fair to ask this of him but you know you can make him feel better. “I haven’t made you feel good in so long, Optimus. I wanna make you feel good.”

His optics shudder closed for a moment and when he opens them again his focus is solely on you. His response doesn’t come in words but in actions. He picks you up gently, cradling you in his hands close to his spark as he walks through the base to get to your rooms. He settles you down gently, transforming quickly so that his holoform can step out of the cab of the peterbilt. His black hair is tousled and his eyes are surrounded by dark circles, the exhaustion running so deep his holoform showing it. He approaches you with purpose, grabbing you towards him as soon as you are within reach. He presses you roughly against your door, not caring about the cameras in the hallway seeing your escapades. He hitches his hands under your hips, picking you up so your legs wrapped around him. “I can never deny you.” He says, leaning in to kiss you gently but purposefully. “I have been neglecting you.”

“You’ve been busy. Make it up to me tonight, yeah?”

He kisses you again, one hand leaving your body to open the door behind you. He carries you inside, kicking the door closed behind him, not breaking your mouths apart until he reaches your bed. He sits you down gently on your back and climbs onto the bed on top of you. His pupils are blown wide in his bright blue eyes, he watches you in a way that makes your stomach feel light. You don’t think anyone could ever admire you the way he does. Being loved by a thousands of years old alien being blessed by the primes cannot be compared to. His head dips down to trail kisses down your throat, earning a moan from you immediately. You’d craved his love so badly these months. Your fingers and memories just weren’t enough in his absence.

He gripped you roughly at the sound of your moans, pulling your center flush against his, grinding himself against you harshly. “Primus, I need-“ He grinds against you again, a desperate groan erupting from his throat. He says your name breathily, gripping the waistband on your pants and underwear, ripping them down at the same time and throwing them to the side. He tugs at your shirt, ushering you to rip it and your bra off to expose you completely. “I need to see you.” He leans down again, trailing kisses down your body, paying close attention to your nipples when he gets to them then stopping right above where you crave the heat of his mouth most. You're so wet, you can feel yourself dripping onto the bed beneath. Between the way he’s looking at you and the feel of his mouth on you finally you couldn’t help it. You’d never wanted someone so badly. He kisses your pubic bone, tongue tracing lightly at the skin, his eyes watching you closely, bravely, the whole time.

“Optimus, please.” His tongue is so warm and wet as his trails across your skin, down across the outside of your lips, then on your thighs. Anywhere but where you needed him. “Stop teasing, please!” you were begging him, just like he wanted.

He stopped his movements to watch you carefully, like a predator watching his prey. “I can smell how badly you want me. So patient for me. My girl…” His right hand leaves your hip, slowly trailing down your thigh and to your knee, pushing your legs further apart. The way he looked at your core made it pulse and he noticed. “I am so lucky you want me this way…”

“I only want you. Only you.” You reassure him. You know he needs it.

His hand trails back up, his pointer and middle finger pressing gently at your core, spreading your lips apart to enter you slowly, You let out a disgusting moan, hips rising up to meet his fingers to the hilt. “You are so wet and all for me.” He says more to himself than you. His free hand reaches to grip you as he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you and starts moving. His pace is gentle but purposeful, immediately hitting that special spot in you in such an overwhelming way that your whole body would probably have risen from the bed if he wasn’t holding you down. He watched you closely, eyes filled with lust as he fingered you. “I’m going to make you cum so many times tonight.” He says, body shifting so his face is lowering towards where his fingers entered you. His pace slowed, his focus now going to your clit as he enclosed his mouth around you. His warm tongue circled you as he sucked, his fingers still hitting your sweet spot.This was all too much especially with how long it had been.

“Optimus, you’re so fucking good. You’re-“ You’re cumming, you feel your hips rising up and down to meet his face and fingers in an embarrassing way, but you know it’s only spurring him on more. Your moans are loud, his name spilling past your lips repeatedly as he licks you, letting you ride it out.

He only gives you a moment to recover. He quickly is taking off his boots and belt at the same time, kicking his shoes and pants off within seconds. You notice a wet stain in his boxers before he removes them too, precum pooling in his pants at the show you just gave him. He pulls off his shirt, dog tags being the only thing he wore now. He approaches you, climbing back over you to meet your lips in a heated kiss. You taste yourself on the tongue he shoves in your mouth. You let your hands run up his chest, sliding over his shoulders and behind him to play in his hair.

He adjusts himself a little, positioning his length against your slit before he starts to move, sliding himself up and down you in a teasing manner. He’s gripping the sheets by your head roughly. “I do not wish to rush this time together.”

“Flip us over, Optimus.” He obeys, turning quickly so that you now straddled him, his hard cock resting against your core still. You grind yourself against him a few times to earn some groans from him in that deep baritone you love.

You lean down and kiss him before sliding down his body , taking his dick in your hand. He hisses at the contact, biting his lip in anticipation. You jack him a couple times, your slick making your hand glide easily until you become face level with his length. You lick his tip, his head flying back into the pillows at the contact, your name leaving his throat. You start to suck just the tip, running your tongue across the slit as you did. You continue to grip him tightly, setting a good pace as you run your tongue down across him. One of his hands leaves the bedding to put on the head, his fingers tangling into your hair. His hips jerk up a little, but you can tell he’s trying to hold back. You remove your hand and quickly let your mouth take as much of his generous length as you can, quickly sucking him in a way that you hoped would let him let go. He does, using the grip on your head to make your throat take more of him. His hips start fucking into your mouth at such a rough pace you know he’s about to cum. Your name leaves his lips again “I cannot last.” He says, moments before releasing himself into your throat involuntarily, you swallow as much as you can, the rest mixing with your saliva, dropping down onto him and the bed. He tastes like sugar and metal.

He is breathing heavily, watching you in awe. Before he can speak you slowly make your way back up his body, straddling him again before grabbing him in your hand once more to line him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto him, his hands grabbing your hips immediately to ground himself. You were so tight and warm and wet and he was so sensitive from his last orgasm. When your bodies finally met, you sat there, not moving at first, just letting both of you enjoy the feeling of him inside for a moment. He got restless first, slowly beginning to move up and down inside of you, letting out small exhales at the way your body squeezed and contracted around him. The physical sensations were overwhelming as were the visual ones. Your mouth hung open in ectasy as he fucked into you, his tip hitting your gspot perfectly, your tits bouncing as you rode him. You were so beautiful and otherworldly to him. “I am so lucky.” He murmurs as he watches you. He increases his pace, grabbing you tighter and meeting your hips harder. He needed more.

Suddenly you’re on your back, with a gasp he enters you again, his hands making their way under your thighs to push your legs up so he can enter you deeper. His pace is suddenly rough and unforgiving as he pistons into your body. You feel

heat pooling into your belly, your whole body tingling as your release hits you again. The way your body convulsed around him was too much for Optimus, his next orgasm hitting him immediately, the sounds of both of you releasing at once filling the room. “Dont stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You chant, another orgasm following the last, your whole body felt like it was on fire. You’d never cum this many times in such a short period of time. He keeps up a generous pace to let you ride out the sensations before he gently removes himself from you.

Optimus is still looking at you intently as he moves to lay beside you. He reaches and pulls the blanket over the both of you before he gently grabs your face so that you’re netting his gaze closely “I love you more than words could ever express, my spark.” Optimus says quietly. “I will make more time for us.”

“Do you feel better?”

He smiles softly, almost shyly. “Very much so.”

“Rest with me. You can work tomorrow.”

He doesn’t reply but he adjust himself by your side on the mattress, pulling you into his chest as tightly as he can. “I would not leave you tonight for anything.”