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[yoyneversawmehere]

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Hey! My name is Coco.

° 19 years old

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I write for whatever I'm really into at the time :P I've been working and going to college, so now my schedule is absolutely PACKED, but I'll try to get a fic out whenever I can.🫶

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[pandaatraash]

NEED. MORE. EPIC. THE. MUSICAL. FANFICTIONS.

[yoyneversawmehere]

HEY, GUYSSSSS HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

I'm so grateful for each and every one of you who has continued to support me and my work with your sweet comments and interactions with my work. You've all supported me to strive to improve on something I love and it's such a pleasure to share what I love with others who love the same.

I will continue to keep writing, but odcourse with work and classes, my schedule has become tighter than when I first started writing, but I will continue to strive to keep writing. I LOVE YOU GUYSS🫶🫶

[yoyneversawmehere]

I've been seeing a good amount of people coming back to my hermes fics. Should I come back, yall?

[yoyneversawmehere]

if yiu guys have any requests shoot them in my asks 😼😼

[yoyneversawmehere]

I've been seeing a good amount of people coming back to my hermes fics. Should I come back, yall?

[yoyneversawmehere]

I absolutely LOVE Robert fics that has beef in it

My little fur baby beef 🥹

[yoyneversawmehere]

"Telephones"

Robert robertson x reader

♡description: seeing your ex after he basically ghosted you for years

♡Content: angst, hurt w/comfort, exes to ???, reader is a hero at sdn and apart of chase's dispatch team, also reader knows about chase's condition. NOT PROOFREAD

♡Author's note: I'm so brainrotted on dispatch it's insane

Robert had just finished a long shift in dispatching. Instead of heading to the break room for a snack, he opted to stay at his desk, seeking a moment of peace to unwind. A few moments before Robert clocked out, Chase had already started his break, lounging around doing whatever old men do. He was soon disturbed by a familiar voice that cut through the air.

"Hey, Chase! I’ve got the reports from the last dispatch. But honestly, I think I’m due for a day off— that cat in the tree really went to town on me..." you jested, gesturing dramatically to the cat scratches visible on your exposed skin through the fabric of your costume. You wore an exaggerated pout, hoping to stir a hint of sympathy from him.

“Slap a Band-Aid on it and get your ass back to work,” he retorted, his voice laced with the renowned grumpiness that had become his trademark.

You scoffed, planting your hands firmly on your hips as you shot him a challenging glare. “You’re lucky you look like an 80 year old man.” The playful jab hung in the air, prompting Robert to roll back his desk chair. Curious, he peered around the cubicle wall that separated him from Chase.

What he saw took him by surprise. There you were, full of life and cheekiness, but more importantly, right at that moment, you were exactly where he hadn’t expected you to be.

A wave of guilt crashed over him, overwhelming his senses, and his heart raced so fervently he felt it might echo throughout the entire building. He couldn't decide whether to hide his face in shame or simply stare at you, his expression a mix of vulnerability and regret. It had been years since you last saw each other. After his father’s death, he severed ties with everyone, including you, his long-term girlfriend who had always loved and respected him.

You turned away from the lighthearted banter with Chase, feeling a sudden weight in the air that made your heart race. Your gaze fell upon the pair of eyes that had haunted your memories. A gasp escaped your lips as your smile evaporated, replaced by a look of disbelief. Chase noticed your shift in demeanour and instinctively followed your line of sight.

“What the fuck...” you muttered, your voice barely concealing the storm of emotions swirling within you—the sharp pang of betrayal fused with an overwhelming rush of relief to see him alive.

How could you process this moment? The man who had ghosted you in pursuit of revenge was standing right in front of you, a living reminder of your pain and unresolved feelings. Yes, you were relieved he was alive, but that barely scratched the surface. Anger surged through you as memories flooded back—the countless nights spent wondering about his fate, the unanswered calls and texts, the locked doors of his apartment that had forced you into silence. You thought he died for fuck sakes, only to see him on TV a few days earlier, announcing his retirement from his life as Mecha Man and not even a damn text to you about any of it. Crying on chase's shoulder for months, trying to figure out if you were such a burden to him that he had to cut you out his life completely.

Your expression morphed into a confusing blend of astonishment and hurt, so intricate that even Robert, standing beside you, couldn't decipher it.

“I may have left out a little key detail, huh?” Chase interjected, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words.

“You think?!” you shot back, unable to contain the mix of incredulity and frustration.

“Look, I—uh…” Robert started but was soon interrupted by a soft alarm on Chase's phone, signalling that it's time for him to clock back, which meant you had to as well.

You looked over at Chase, then at Robert, took a deep breath, trying to calm the overwhelming emotions, and stormed out without saying another word.

"I hope you know if you don't make up some excuse soon, both you and my ass is grass." Chase joked as he put on his headset, though there really wasn't anything funny about it, he was dead serious.

"Yeah...I know" He picked up beef from under his desk for reassurance and moral support, attempting to figure out how he plans to explain everything to you.

...

As the day drew to a close, you approached your work locker to retrieve your belongings, when suddenly you felt a pair of eyes watching you . With a forceful motion, you slammed the locker door shut and turned sharply towards him. That wave of irritation and betrayal Washing over you once again.

Crossing your arms defiantly, you glared at him from your position against the cool metal of the locker, taking a moment to let the silence hang heavy in the air. "So?" Your voice emerged harsh and ragged, starkly different from the calm demeanour he once knew.

He took a tentative step forward, his expression shifting from confidence to vulnerability. "Look, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. But with Shroud on the loose, I just…" His voice trailed off, and for an instant, he resembled a lost puppy, abandoned and unsure. "I know I’m making excuses... I never meant to hurt you—"

"But you did." The words shot out of you like arrows, piercing the fragile air between you.

He winced slightly, the weight of regret evident in his eyes. "And I'm truly sorry," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was in such a dark place, consumed by my own struggles, and I failed to consider your feelings or anyone else's. Instead, I threw myself into my work, thinking it would help me escape my pain, but it only left me feeling more isolated and empty. I realize now that my reckless behavior ruined our relationship, all because of my own foolishness. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I genuinely want to make things right between us. I miss what we had, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

You didn't meet his gaze, the air between you heavy with unspoken words. After a few moments, Robert, sensing the palpable tension, took the silence as his cue to leave. He shifted his body, turning back towards the door he had entered from, but just before he could step away, your voice broke through the stillness.

"You look thin," you said softly.

The unexpected comment caught him off guard, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He turned back to you, stumbling a little. "yeah.. moneys been tight lately.."

You nibbled on your lip thoughtfully before pushing yourself off the cold metal of the lockers to walk toward him. As you drew nearer, the weight of his exhaustion became apparent he looked more worn down than ever, a shadow of the person you once knew. His eyes held a deepseated sadness, the kind that suggested nights spent tossing and turning, and his figure seemed frailer, as if he had been neglecting his own well being. Your heart ached a little, no matter how much resentment lingered, seeing him in such a state made it impossible to stay angry.

Gently, you reached out to place a light hand on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, relief washing over him like a balm. In that moment, you could see the familiar tension melt away, reminiscent of the peace you used to share when you were together.

"I hope you know this doesn’t mean I forgive you," you said, your voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability.

"I know." He turned his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss against the palm of your hand, a gesture both tender and hopeful. "But just knowing you don’t hate me is enough for me."

Thanks for reading♡

[olive-oil-wearing-a-hat]

My babyyyyyyyy

[yoyneversawmehere]

I miss my man 😔

[yoyneversawmehere]

First meeting

Robert robertson x reader (fluff)

After a long day, your shift finally comes to a close, and the team's performance has been remarkably smooth. A wave of relief washes over you, and the thought of grabbing a snack from the break room's vending machine sounds tempting.

As you turn a corner, you spot Sonar walking out while holding two squished-looking Twinkies. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he simply shrugs and walks off.

"That's weird..." you think, though it's really none of your business how he eats his Twinkies.

What was truly strange, however, was entering the break room to find a frail, scrawny man lying on the floor with a small line of blood trickling from his nose. He seems conscious but extremely downcast, almost dead inside. Shock washes over you, though you can’t say you’re surprised.

"Wow... what, uh, happened here?" you ask, your voice laced with genuine concern and confusion as you slowly meet his gaze. He looks up at you, his expression unamused.

"Invisigal. That's what happened," he replies flatly, with a hint of sarcasm. He flashes a tight smile before his expression returns to its blank yet sorrowful state.

"Ah, so you're the new dispatcher for the Z team. Robert, was it?" you question as you bend down to help him up. He takes your hand, allowing you to assist him in balancing himself.

"Yeah... I didn't realise I was so popular," he replies, the hint of dry humour in his voice not quite masking his weariness.

"Oh yes, blonde blazer was so proud that she found someone suitable to run this team, practically everyone knows who you are... Robert Robertson." You teased his name a little bit with a stifled giggle, which only earned you a dumbfounded look, which only fueled your amusement more.

"You know, you’re much... well smaller than I expected," you observed. In all honesty, with the way Blazer described him, you definitely expected him to be bigger, more built. Though he wasn't ugly, far from it actually but he definitely had a fragile figure.

"Yeah, I tend to get that a lot", he says, his hand rising to probe the trickle of blood that decorates his face. He watches in irritation as he sees the red stain on his fingertips. "Fuck."

"Oh!" you exclaim suddenly, rushing over to the paper towel dispenser. You quickly grab a handful and return, handing them to him with a caring gesture. "For your nose," you instruct gently, mimicking the motion as you point to your own nose with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks." He shoves a piece of tissue into his nostrils, and you seize the moment to study him more closely. You notice a bite-sized chunk missing from his ear, the dark circles under his eyes hinting at countless sleepless nights, and the soft freckles adorning his cheeks seem utterly charming.

"You know I'm not dying; you can stop staring," he says, interrupting your thoughts and pulling you back from your moment of fascination.

"Huh? Oh! No, I just... never mind." You bury your face in your palm, wishing to shield your growing embarrassment.

His eyebrows lift in surprise at your blush, but his lips gradually curl into a soft, genuine smile. "Alright," he chuckles, a glimmer of amusement creasing his features.

For a brief moment, you both stand in silence, exchanging an almost unspoken understanding, until you finally break the quiet. "Well, I should be going." He perks up slightly, as if he hadn’t expected you to leave so soon.

As you make your way toward the door, you pause, glancing back at him. "It was lovely to meet you, Robert. I hope to see you around more often." You offer him a warm smile and squeeze his shoulder gently before stepping out.

"Yeah, you too!" he stammers, turning slightly in a last-ditch effort to catch your attention, but by then, you’ve already left the room. That’s when it dawns on him that he never thought to ask your name.

[yoyneversawmehere]

chop chop lil brah (in all seriousness i am waiting for your robert robertson fic . thank u for sevring us 🫡)

HAHA ill post it soon don't worry 😭😭😭

[lostgirlinthewoodss]

Fuck it ya girls gonna start writing her own fics after i get done with this german final lol

I need this man so bad and i need fics at lightning speeds

[yoyneversawmehere]

Better believe I already got a draft ready 🥹

[fangstifi3d]

im gonna be FEINING for them DELICIOUS, SCRUMPTIOUS dispatch x reader fics that are finna pop up

[melodicwriter]

[yoyneversawmehere]

I absolutely LOVE interacting with you guys 😋

[yoyneversawmehere]

I never thought I'd have to say something like this, but some of you are actually ridiculous and need to get a life. What benefit do you get from crossing someone's boundaries DAILY??? And this isn't even the first time something like this has happened, and that's just insane. He stated clearly not to associate him with Telemachus, and here some of yall go blatantly doing just that just to be an ass. It's been getting harder and harder to stay in this fandom just because of people like this. Please grow up and get a fucking grip.

[yoyneversawmehere]

Honey & Necter

♡Circe x fem!reader

♡Review: Circe eats you out

♡Content: Smut, oral receiving, vaginal sex, fingering, lesbianism, tit sucking, I love women

♡Author's note: @circesorceressofaeaea this one for you, babe(^з^)-☆also, not proofread(I'm too tired)

"Dearest…?" You called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

Circe moved restlessly, her figure a blur as she paced back and forth, muttering under her breath. The tension in the air was palpable, her frustration simmering ever since Odysseus and his crew departed for their treacherous journey to the underworld. You had caught snippets of their conversation through the thick doors while keeping the curious nymphs at bay, but you sensed that Odysseus was not the subject of her irritation.

She stopped in her tracks, turning to meet your gaze. Her eyes softened as they met yours, though you could tell her anger had not fully extinguished

"My love," she called out, her voice a melodic invitation as she gestured for you to enter. You settled onto the bed that occupied the center of the room, and shortly after, Circe joined you, practically throwing herself into your embrace. She curled up against you like a sweet little koala, seeking solace in your presence. You gently wove your fingers through her hair, a calming gesture aimed at soothing her tumultuous thoughts.

"What is it, baby?" you asked, your tone soft and gentle.

"That bird brained imbecile," she spat through clenched teeth, her frustration spilling over. "He dared to set foot on MY island, stole MY precious moly from MY garden, and then handed it to Odysseus to deceive me. I swear, I wonder if those feathers made their way to his brain… if he possesses one at all." Her voice trailed off, hollow and echoing, as if the very mention of him could summon his presence.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at the sight of her adorable pout and furrowed brows, the embodiment of frustration yet impossibly endearing. You stroked her cheek, hoping to draw her gaze back to you, and when she looked up, her expression was a perfect blend of vulnerability and defiance.

"This is no time for laughter," she said flatly, yet you couldn’t help but be captivated by her fierce beauty.

"I know, love," you replied, leaning in just enough so that your lips hovered tantalizingly close to hers. "But you’re just so cute.”

She scoffs at you and rolls you eyes before coming closer to find solace in your warmth. Anything to calm her nerves.

The moment your lips met was like a delicate whisper of warmth, gentle and reassuring at first. But as you lingered, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more feverish and desperate, a testament to the swirling emotions that enveloped you both.

You reluctantly pulled away, your breath mingling in the small space between you as you watched her lean forward, a longing in her eyes, striving to bridge the gap and draw you back in. Your lips found each other once more as she slowly guided you to lie on the soft matress of the bed beneath the two of you.

Both of your breaths are haggard, hearts racing so fiercely that it feels as if they could echo throughout the quiet room. Her fingertips trail down your body, drawing shivers in their wake as your breath hitches, caught in a delicate mix of anticipation and desire.

“Love—” is all you managed to choke out before she stopped you with a gentle hush.

Her lips travelled from yours, gliding down to her neck, where you leave tender bite marks and smudges of lipstick across your flawless skin. Each time her lips graze a particularly sensitive spot, your mouth parts slightly, releasing soft mewls of pleasure that fill the air and shiver down your spine.

Her hand finds the delicate ties of your tunic, expertly loosening them and revealing you to the inviting warmth of her touch. The cool air kisses your skin, causing you to shiver slightly in response. Your face burns with fever as the tips of your fingers continue to glide over your soft curves, while her lips brush against your skin, enveloping you with the warmth of her affection as she murmurs sweet nothings meant only for her ears. Her fingers tangle in your hair, anchoring you close, as if the proximity could erase the world around you.

She continues gradually venturing down your body, her lips trailing along the contours of your thighs, teasing you in a way that stirs a mix of longing and frustration. Your cheeks bloom with a deep flush, and her breath quickens, a tantalising rhythm that matches the rising and falling of your chest. With your lips slightly parted and her brows furrowed in expectation.

Her lips trailed down your thigh, tantalizingly close to where you longed for her touch the most. The anticipation coursed through your veins, a heated longing for the pleasure you had been craving, when suddenly, she halted, a soft, almost helpless sound escaping your lips.

"So needy..." she murmured to herself, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Circe... please..." you whimpered, your patience fraying with each passing moment.

She let out a melodic laugh at your desperate pleas, her gaze roaming over your body like a predator savouring its prey. Her eyes glinted with a mischievous hunger, taking in every curve and contour of your form.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," she praised, her words wrapping around you like a spell, sending you spiralling into a whirlpool of desire and longing.

"Don't worry, honey..." Her voice slips into a dangerous whisper as she allows herself to rest herself in between your thighs, inches away from your throbbing cunt. "I'll make sure you feel good." She trails off. The weight of her words hung heavy on you only causing you to need her even more.

Her breath was the first the catch you, causing a cold sensation on the wetness of your core. You gasp slightly, biting your lip. Your heart is racing again, anticipation rising. She's looking at you with those eyes, she's watching your every move, every twitch, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your eyes follow hers with this pleading look, she's studying all of it, every inch of you.

Finally, her mouth is on you, circling around your clit sucking on it slowly. Your body jolts with an unexpected surge of pleasure, your head thrown back as tension courses through you. She gazes at you intently, her tongue flicking playfully, teasing you with each deliberate movement, skillfully eliciting a symphony of aching sensations that make your back arch and your moans rise to a higher pitch.

Every motion is intentional, honed to perfection, drawing forth broken yet sweet sounds from deep within you—music that dances in the air, a melody that delights her ears and stirs an undeniable connection between the two of you.

She places one hand on your thigh, keeping it from squeezing her head, to keep you open for her while the other inserts itself between your thighs, working in tandem with her tongue. Hit that spot that makes you cry out her name at the top of your lungs.

She gently pulls her mouth away from you, but her hand continues its tantalising rhythm between your thighs, gliding up the contours of your body to press a soft kiss against your breast. Her tongue traces the delicate curve of your skin, finding its resting place on your nipple, sucking nd nibbling on the soft opening up a whole new area of pleasure.

Her thumb now replaces her tongue, circling your clit, insistent and teasing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Overstimulation floods your senses, and tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes as your breath quickens, each inhale becoming more erratic. Your body quivers and shakes, each pulse rising to a crescendo, leaving you breathless. Your hand grips her hair as you start to mumble incoherent sentences. The only clear word is her name, all you can think about is her, only her. All her.

A sharp ragged cry leaves you as your orgasm finally washes over you. Your back arched and the grip on her hair strained as all your built-up pleasure finally released.

Circe lifts herself up, observing how your body limps and quivers under her influence. She enjoys the remnants of you lingering on her fingertips. Not a word is uttered; she merely watches you, completely satisfied with her work.

Your vision is blanketed in white, and you swear you briefly see Zeus himself before slowly coming down from your high. You're brought back to reality when you feel soft hands gently stroking your cheek, and you instinctively lean into the touch. You sigh softly and smile up at your girlfriend.

"Are you okay, baby?" Her voice carries a gentle lilt, a touch of condescension woven through, yet it remains laced with a warm, comforting undertone. You can only manage a soft hum in reply, still caught in the haze of your previous state.

She gazes down at you, her smile brightening her features, before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I'll go get you some water," she says, rising gracefully from beside you. As she stretches, her movements fluid and effortless, she turns back, a playful glint in her eye. "And when I return, I expect round two~”

Thanks for reading♡

[yoyneversawmehere]

Yall juggling college and a job is taking so much out of me omg

[roguenecromancer]

how it feels going through the x reader tag every night despite the number people hating on y/n and calling x reader lame

because why would I want to read about another character being with MY man and MY woman?