#[gripping my planning document With Force]

[volivolition]

reading the "after the mind, the world again" ttrpg rulebook and im in love with it

my god i am so affectionate towards them. but MAN this is so fucking cool i wish i wasnt a scared little guy so i could play ttrpgs hkjhd...

[janumun]

Faaaaa my babyyyy, I'm here as promised. 🥺🥺 We already talked about this in dms and you seemed so interested so can you write the lads men reacting to mc's death, please pretty please

When You Are Gone [All LaDS Men - Angst Headcanons]

Rated: SFW - Angst Tags: hurt/no comfort, poorly dealing with the death of a loved one

Summary: The LaDS men dealing with the aftermath of your death, in the heartbreaking messages they leave in your voicemail almost regularly even long after you’re gone, in an effort to cope with your loss.

Author’s Notes : Hey darling, absolutely! Here you go. Hope you enjoy (?). 😭 This headcanon’s a bit differently formatted because I was inspired by the game’s speech to text function. 

Sylus

TW: knowingly putting oneself in danger, mortally wounded Sylus, insomnia, mild spoilers for Razor’s Grip ASMR 

Transcript:

Hey there! You’ve reached my voicemail, which is a rare occurrence. That either means I do not know recognize your caller ID. Orrrr you are a certain infuriating Boss Man, trying to calling me up at all ungodly hours of the night again. Whoever you are, leave a message after the beep and I’ll get back to you ASAP.  

A heavy snort of sour laughter rolls past bruised lips, to hear the familiar automated sound of your voice playing on the other end of the line; one Sylus does not tire of no matter how many times he’s heard it. A thick, punishing burst of pain fractures across his torso when he chokes up on the blood gurgling within his throat.  

Sylus reaches to curb the sound within a bloodied fist, clearing his throat to speak once more. 

I suppose I did deserve all your reprimands, seeing as I am still calling you way past your bedtime, kitten.  

His voice lowers an octave, slow, gentle.   

I hope you’re having a good dream. 

I’m only calling because you told me to let you know anytime I’d be away on a risky mission. A hushed chuckle sounds on the other end of the line.  

You'd practically ordered it of me — do you remember?  

The night when you grabbed me by the lapels and asked me to not make a deal all on my own, ever again. That you worried for me whenever I was gone and you wanted to know the next time I planned on taking a mission, of this caliber. 

You’d willingly walked back to me and since then, I have always made space for you, just like you’ve wanted. 

I’ve kept up my end of our bargain.  

A guttural moan of pain sounds through the otherwise quiet of the night.  

These wounds of mine... functioning without sleep for this long, and a poor decision made on my end, the combination was bound to have consequences.  

His chuckles knell throaty, labored. 

And now, all I wish to do is sleep.  

A lengthy silence follows after, making one believe the user on the other end of the line might’ve cut the call. Or fallen asleep in exhaustion of his wounds, like he said.  

Before that gentle burr of his sounds once more. 

You know I can’t die, sweetie, unfortunate as that is in this moment.  

But I do have a wish for when my body inevitably loses its awareness for the short time it takes to recuperate.  

I hope, Sylus’s voice softens. that when I close my eyes this time, I get to see you in my dreams.  

Zayne

TW: allusions to embalming a body long after death, mentions of a protocore heart that continues to function even after the host’s death, denial of grief 

Transcript:

Hi, you’ve reached my voicemail. I am currently unavailable but drop me a message and I’ll get back to you, stat. 

A quiet insouciant voice — the clearing of a throat — begins on the other end of the line.  

Akso Hospital Log 171, the time right now is 4:17 AM. The host’s heart continues to function, although its less-than-optimal cardiac output remains at 1L per min. A pulse rate of 13 beats per min has been documented today. A slight decrease from its value yesterday, recorded at 17 beats per minute.  

A brief pause. 

Does it bother you to hear me speak of you this way? I’m sorry. A mere force of habit on my part. You are my patient, after all. Documentation must be precise, and to the point, for our research to progress, if we are to have even a sliver of a chance at resuscitating your heart.  

I have hope we will succeed; I will do my utmost as a doctor so that we may save you.  

Another pregnant pause. 

Do you too think I am foolish for my efforts?  

Greyson accosted me in the hallways tonight after my scheduled surgery and he seemed so... incensed. For being unable to give up on you, for crossing a line, to not get overtly attached to any of our patients, he said it was a clear violation of our Oath and called it my professional failing. And afterwards... he implored that I give up now.  

Someone once asked me, long ago: if I would go beyond death to try and bring back the person I loved, were they to pass away. And I answered that I would not, a desecration of the dead is not something I’d wish to do. Or wish upon the deceased. I would rather divert all my efforts to ensuring they would live, that their heart would continue to beat healthy.  

So, in retrospect, it is Greyson who’s strange in expecting my willing defeat, without having even tried to the best of my capabilities. Not when your heart still continues to beat. 

I do, however, miss you... very much, even though hope remains in my heart. 

When the day comes that you wake up, I hope you do not have to suffer like this, ever again. 

Rafayel

TW: gradual loss of vision, self-blame 

Transcript:

Hi, hello! I’m unable to answer your call at the moment but hey, feel free to drop me a voice message and I’ll get back to you soon. Bye-bye! 

A sharp inhale; as if the person on the other end of the line is wracked by sudden, vicious pain.  

Before the sound smoothens out, as if it had never been. An airy voice begins, although the nonchalant inflection to his tone sounds odd, all wrong — a fact the recipient of the voicemail would’ve been able to parse instantly, were they still around. 

Hey cutie! It’s me again, your favorite person in the entire world.  

Sorry about that earlier, I always get a bit startled whenever I hear you say good-bye in that crazy adorable voice.  

Since y’know, the very last time we met, you never told me you were leaving. 

Silence descends.  

It really feels like it’s been another 800 years, I fear the fish will actually start flying and the whales will start walking this time.  

Only, I don’t think you’re coming back this time, are you?  

My bride can be so cruel sometimes. 

A humorless laugh.  

Anyyyyway, I’m dropping a voice note today because my eyesight’s been acting up a bit lately so I can’t really leave you a text like I usually do.  

And before you scold me about it, I know I’m not supposed to be painting this long but I’m close to completing this new painting of you and I can’t rest until it’s done and dusted.  

Don’t hate me for it, pretty? 

A pleased, wistful sound.  

I really wish you were here so I could show it to you right now.  

A strident crash sounds in the background of the caller as paintbrushes overturn along with a color palette; garnet red and deep purple staining his floor a macabre color Rafayel cannot perceive in that moment.  

Whoa, now that’s gonna leave a mess from the sounds of it.  

Whatever, I’ll clean it up later once I get my sight back.  

The point is, cutie, I’ll share a snap of the completed painting with you once it’s done.  

Be prepared to be absolutely blown. So dazzled you fall head over heels in love with me. 

And then perhaps... return, if you like it and me enough.  

His sigh is steeped in mild vexation.  

Waiting hurts.  

Having you not remember our time together, in every lifetime we meet, hurts. It really is all your fault, you know.  

A soft, disgruntled moue you can hear within his words.  

But I hope, in our next life, we don’t cross paths.  

That way, you won’t be forced to sacrifice yourself for my sake, ever again, you silly girl.  

A throttled sound; it almost sounds like a wretched moan of pain.  

I don’t want our bond to shackle you down anymore so I think... I’ll let you go now.  

A human like you far suits the sun, not being saddled down below within turbulent seas. 

So, this will be our final farewell now. 

The words nearly scraped free of his throat on a rasped sound.  

Goodbye, my beloved bride. 

I loved— 

Beep. Your message has been recorded and sent.  

Caleb

Transcript:

TW: very brief traumatic remembrance of your demise 

Hi hi! You’ve reached the ever-diligent Miss Hunter’s voicemail. I’m probably out on a mission right now so I’m unable to respond but I’ll get back to you ASAP if you drop me a message instead!  

A soft chuckle warms the air in fond recollection to hear your voice. The knot of Caleb’s brow furrowing deeper as he tries to imprint that cheery voice into his skull to overwrite the sounds of your pained screams still knelling within his ears.  

Before he clears his throat to begin.  

Hello to you too, pipsqueak.  

It’s your 25th birthday today and I thought I’d record this little memento for us. 

Happy Birthday, my tiny hurricane of disaster. I really miss you, you know, even if you don’t seem to.  

He chuckles in resignation. 

I should’ve let you bother me more often if I knew you were going to be this terrible at keeping in touch with your best friend later.  

We really didn’t have much time together once I returned from my posting abroad. Work kept you so busy.  

I should’ve scolded you more often about taking appropriate breaks in between missions. God.  

A gentle laugh resounds on the other end of the line. 

Reprimanding you like a dad used to be Zayne’s job among us three, not mine.  

The tiniest of fractures slip into his voice. 

Anyway, I’ve kept to my side of the bargain we made while I was away from Linkon; to leave you regular voice messages about my day and I guess the habit’s just... stuck.  

I visited the grocery store earlier to shop for ingredients to whip up your favourite parmesan risotto tonight.  

It was almost like you were with me, you know.  

With each item I passed by; from the strawberries you love to inhale to your favourite cola displayed, front and center, within their fridge. I almost picked one up for you before I— 

He visibly halts himself, his breathing somewhat erratic. Before he resumes once more. 

That nice kid you’re friendly with was manning the counter today and he recognized me almost instantly. All thanks to being towed around the Supermart with you, no doubt. 

He even gave me a nice discount on the items when I told him I was whipping up a birthday dinner for you.  

A short pause. 

The risotto was pretty good, if I do say so myself. I wish you could’ve tasted it too.  

Sorry I didn’t bake a birthday cake for you this year because it’s just me in the house now. 

I don’t have a certain cute girl, with a crazy sweet tooth, to eat it with me and you know I’m not really fond of sweets.  

His voice drops into a hushed sound, wrought with emotion. 

Time flew by so fast. It seems like only yesterday when we were both kids, huddled around a coffee table with you trying your best to blow out the candles on the cake Grandma baked for us on your birthday.

He laughs softly.

You had a difficult time growing up because of your heart but you were always so brave.  

I wish I could’ve spoiled you more often. If only I knew then that our time together would be so short.  

His voice breaks into a slight tremor.  

Your Caleb really misses you... every day of my excruciating life. 

But... I hope that now... wherever you are, you aren’t in pain anymore. 

If there is a life after this one, I hope you let me find you in it, too. 

I love you, little spitfire.  

End of voice message. 

Xavier

TW: space travel, personal logging of a journey, self-imposed isolation and neglect

Transcript:

Hi there, you’ve reached my voicemail as I’m unable to attend your call at the moment. Leave a message after the beep and I’ll be sure to get back to you soon! 

Hi to you too, angel.  

It’s been a while since I’ve left you a message, hasn’t it?  

I’m sorry, I’ve been facing some turbulence anomalies ever since my ship hit the Bode’s galaxy so I’ve been a bit occupied.  

Where were we last time?  

Ah, I told you how Jeremiah’s shop has been thriving on Earth lately, because I remembered you saying you wanted to know how he was doing the last time we spoke.  

You never got the chance to see for yourself after.  

He pauses.  

I didn’t want to tell you at the time because you and Jeremiah really seemed to be growing close as friends and that bothered me.  

Forgive me? 

A shift of gears sounds within the quiet interior of the spaceship as Xavier adjusts a few controls.  

I know these logs will never reach you but I still want to talk to you about our journey.  

I never...  

His voice drops; the sliver of a whisper.  

got to show you this small planet I found while out on my travels, a long time ago. I named it Uluru. It’s a red rock planet, you see.  

I told you about it once and you said you’d really like to go see it someday. “Xavier’s own planet,” you said.  

I think you were teasing me then. But I wanted to tell you, it’s not just Xavier’s planet but “Xavier and MC’s little planet”.  

I didn’t have the chance to show it to you while you were still— 

A violent catch of breath followed by a soft curse, cleaves through the quiet. 

A low exhale before that quiet voice picks up once more. 

Uluru is reaching the end of its life soon after all these lightyears and I wanted to go together with you to see our planet one last time before it died.  

As for what I’ll do after...  

A pause and a thoughtful hum, follows. 

I think I’ll stay there once I’ve witnessed its demise.  

Earth no longer has any springs for me to return to now that you’re gone and Philos — well I can’t return to that place anymore.  

So, I think I’ll stay, among the ruins of the place that was supposed to be our home.  

With you. 

End Notes: Thank you for reading! I know many of us wept about how we wished for God to take all of Zayne’s pain and give it to us instead so here I am, happy to do exactly that. 😇 Happy Zayne story branch release, y’all. 

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ SUPER RICH KIDS kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, angst (yn is back home), family dynamics, rich kid things, swearing, chaewon is still chaewon, arguing, weight mentions

finally.

you’d think after everything that someone has gone through in this house, stepping back through those doors would be the last thing she’d want. but she wasn’t going to lie.

yn felt at peace.

because in the moon mansion, she could be who she truly was and not feel bad about it.

a rich girl.

“lunch will be ready soon,” jia’s voice broke through the peaceful quiet as yn lay sprawled on her pink towel by the pool.

yn let out a contented sigh, lifting her sunglasses and pushing her hair back. “thanks, jia. what’s on the schedule for tomorrow?”

“you already attended the press conference with your father, so that’s off your list. your brothers will be going to the one tomorrow, so all you’ve got left is golfing with your members.”

the happy, serene soundtrack in yn’s head came to a screeching halt as she shot up from her towel.

“what?!”

“your mother didn’t tell you? she thought it’d be a good idea for you to invite them, so she reached out while you were out with your father,” jia said, her expression full of concern. she didn’t understand. shouldn’t yn be excited?

“when does she ever tell me anything?” yn grumbled, flopping back down on her towel childishly “jia, during dinner, add a splash of vodka to my mango juice. maybe the alcohol will keep me from flipping the table.”

jia chuckled softly, fondness in her eyes for the girl she’d watched grow up. “when has that ever helped anything? i’ll check on lunch.”

yn groaned as jia walked away. this was supposed to be her escape. chaewon is going to have a field day with this.

it seems like nothing can ever go yn’s way.

dinner was quiet. but that was hardly unusual. as far back as yn could remember, dinner had never been family bonding time

bonding didn’t even exist in this family.

the unspoken rule was simple: eat in silence, speak only when necessary.

honestly, yn found the quiet pretty peaceful. just eating, no forced conversation.

but it seemed like her mother couldn’t stand seeing her at peace—ever.

maybe that was an exaggeration, but yn firmly believed it.

“you seem tense, yn,” jae said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took a slow sip from his drink. “something bothering you? got a problem with someone?”

yn gripped her fork tightly, slowly lifting her gaze from her plate. “i do, actually. and for once, it’s not with you, dickhead.”

“language,” their father muttered, eyes never leaving the documents he’d brought to the table.

“oh really, who’s ahead of me?” jae asked clearly liking the banter him and yn are having at the moment.

“I won’t disclose any details just as yet.”

daeun rolled his eyes at his siblings, then, deciding to break the silence since everyone seemed eager to chat, he asked, “so, mom, how was your day?”

their mother beamed at the question, her smile bright and warm. oh, how she adored her son. yn couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“it was amazing, honey. i was just reading an article about your sister’s group.”

“oh, really?” jae responded with mild interest.

“yes! that yunjin member mentioned how she always makes sure the other girls eat and stay healthy. isn’t that wonderful? yn, you have such lovely members.”

as far as yn was concerned, yunjin had never once asked if she was eating properly. but that wasn’t what set her off, she had kazuha who always checked in on her.

it was the nerve her mother had to praise yunjin for something like that—the same person who was the root cause of yn’s so-called “problem.”

“is that why you invited them over tomorrow—without asking me?”

yn hadn’t planned on bringing it up, but her mother’s comment set her off.

her mother furrowed her eyebrows at yn’s tone. “yes, actually. they seem like lovely girls. i was going to suggest you invite those ai girls you’re so fond of, but your judgment isn’t always the best, so i made the decision for you.”

the screech of yn’s chair echoed through the dining room. “i’m not hungry anymore, because clearly no one in this family respects me. may i be excused?”

“sure,” her father said casually, taking a sip of his wine.

“oh, come on, yn! let’s not fall back into those habits,” jae teased.

”fuck you jae!”

“language.”

“you don’t like them, do you?”

yn lifted her head from her pillow, turning slowly to see daeun standing at her door.

“what?”

“the girls in your group. you don’t like them.”

she watched as he stepped forward and sat at the edge of her fluffy bed. “you wouldn’t have reacted that way if it were the girls from sm.”

yn hated how daeun could always read her. they barely talked nowadays, but he still knew his little sister like the back of his hand.

“it’s not that I don’t like them. they don’t like me. no matter how much I lower myself or how nice i act, it’s like they can’t get over the fact that i’m a moon.”

“you lowered yourself for them?”

yn’s eyes flicked up from her lap to see jae standing at the door, disappointment written across his face.

she nodded, feeling a wave of shame. they were raised to believe they were better than everyone else, and here she was, bending over backward for girls who didn’t even like her.

“well, that was your first mistake,” jae said, shaking his head as daeun nodded in agreement.

“you’re dimming who you are to make them feel comfortable, and they’re taking advantage of that,” daeun added, hitting the nail on the head. yn hated how right he was.

“i know you, yn. you’re a bitch—a real one,” jae said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from her. “just be who you are. that’s how you’ll show them. it seems like they can’t stand the fact that you were always going to be successful, idol or not, and they hate that.”

“woah.” yn blinked in disbelief, looking between her brothers. “for once, you two actually make sense.”

“see? a bitch.”

yn adjusted the dior sunglasses perched atop her head, then straightened her pink ralph lauren golf dress before turning to jia.

“why are they taking so long? it’s a gated community,” she complained, tapping her foot as she stood in front of her expansive front lawn.

“patience is key, miss moon. the van is pulling up,” jia replied calmly.

yn felt anxiety creep in but quickly reminded herself of her brother's words. this wasn’t the dorms; this was her turf, the place where yn excelled.

the first person to step out of the van was kazuha, who immediately sprinted toward her.

“zuha!”

“you look so cute! i love your dress,” kazuha gushed, her eyes scanning yn’s outfit she couldn’t help but smile at how relaxed yn looked, she was completely in her element.

“thanks! my dad got it. it’s vintage!” yn beamed.

“of course he did.” yn already knew who that could be.

as she looked past kazuha, she noticed the rest of the girls gazing at her house in awe, it was kinda awkward seeing them, especially after the last time, but yn was just gonna pretend like that day never happened.

yunjin nudged chaewon, nodding toward jia, who narrowed her eyes at chaewon, causing the latter's eyes to widen.

chaewon hadn’t realized someone else was there.

yn couldn’t help but smile at that. “this is jia, the help.”

the girls nodded politely, while kazuha waved, causing yn to furrow her brows. “bow?”

the girls’ eyes widened at the unexpected demand but quickly bowed their heads.

“we treat the help with great respect around here,” yn said sternly . “so take note of that for next time.”

kazuha smiled at yn while the others nodded, a mix of confusion and compliance on their faces.

“so, who’s ready to golf?” yn asked, flashing a sweet smile.

“you guys suck,” yn laughed, watching the girls struggle with their golf swings.

“well, not everyone has been doing this since birth,” chaewon shot back, rolling her eyes.

“you’re so right! it would take a lot to be like me, wouldn’t it?” yn teased, nudging chaewon’s side causing the girl to stumble “your form is horrendous.”

she strolled over to eunchae, adjusting the younger girl’s stance, then moved on to yunjin.

chaewon’s gaze drifted down yn’s body, taking in her outfit of course, she didn’t even know people actually wore dresses like that these days.

she was about to make a snarky comment when a loud shout interrupted her.

“ignore them it’s just the golf boys,” yn said as she corrected sakura’s form.

chaewon rolled her eyes when she heard the boys calling out yn’s name in a flirty tone.

“passed around?”

yn groaned at chaewon’s words. “I’ve only talked to them a handful of times. I barely know them.”

“i talk to the caddy girls a lot, though,” yn added, causing kazuha to laugh while chaewon scrunched her face in distaste.

“do you want my help with your form?” yn asked chaewon, raising an eyebrow.

“definitely not.”

“okay, then continue embarrassing yourself.”

chaewon opened her mouth to argue but was cut off by a woman’s voice.

“yn!”

the girls turned to see yn’s mother approaching, and yn groaned, rolling her eyes. “why is she here?” she mumbled to herself.

the girls recognized the woman—it was yn’s mother.

“hey, ladies! I hope you’re having fun and that yn is being a good host,” she said with a bright smile.

the girls greeted yn’s mom with polite smiles, and she continued, “I just wanted to drop off some cute gifts i got for you all. I completely forgot about them! I had to stop the driver we just left from going to lunch.”

“lunch?” yn asked, the emotion in her voice hard to pinpoint. “you guys went to lunch without me?”

“honey, it’s not a big deal. don’t be dramatic! we were just celebrating your brother’s achievements just an intimate get together that I planned.”

yn couldn’t remember them ever holding something for her achievements, and she had plenty. “right,” yn laughed sarcastically. “i’m always so dramatic, huh?”

the girls exchanged awkward glances; they had never seen yn like this before.

“don’t act like that. god, you’re just like your father,” her mother said, brushing off yn's feelings.

yn clenched her jaw. “is that all? you just came by to drop off gifts?”

“yes, and i wanted to check on you. stop being so moody! just like your dad. my boys are more like me,” her mom said with a smile, prompting awkward laughter from the girls.

“you see how she argues with me, such a daddy’s girl, she looks like a girl version of him as well doesn’t she?.” her mother laughs causing yn to look at chaewon who looks at back at her with a blank face.

“how about you go back to your boys? they’re probably waiting for ‘mommy’,” yn snapped, glaring at her mother.

she had never spoken to her mother this way before, but as she got older, her respect for the woman had diminished. she barely considered her mother a mom anymore.

“yes, i have to go. we’re going shopping to pick out suits for your father and brothers.”

yn felt as if she had been punched in the gut. family shopping—without her? everyone knows yn loves shopping.

“did you plan that too?” she shot back.

her mother ignored yn’s words, stepping back to scan her daughter. “this outfit is cute. it looks good on you. maybe lose a couple more pounds, and it’ll look even better.”

the girls’ eyes widened at her mother’s words, but yn remained unfazed on the outside.

inside, however, yn felt the sting. she tried to pretend she didn’t care about her mom’s opinion, but deep down, she knew she’d spend extra time on her diet after that.

“anyway, I have to go. it was nice seeing you girls! i hope you like the gifts,” her mother said before walking away.

the girls turned to yn, who stared at her mother’s retreating figure before turning back to them.

“I just love my perfect life, don’t ’ I chaewon? now let’s work on your imperfect form.”

[aventurineswife]

A scenario where the character has to work on a mission with the reader, but turns out, the reader was a spy who ends up betraying them. They get into a heated fight, and the character ends up having the upper hand. Now, they have to kill the reader, and they have the best shot. But they're hesitating, unable to kill them because of all the things they went through. Questioning the reader and demanding if it was all a lie and if they were just a heartless monster. Reader ends up revealing that their time together was real and was readers' feelings for the character. (Veritas, Kaveh, Moze, Aventurine, Kinich, Topaz, and any other character you see fit). (Spy and agent au?).

Between Lies and Longing

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Moze x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Kinich x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Betrayal, Espionage, Intrigue, Enemies-to-Lovers (kinda?), Emotional Conflict, Moral Dilemmas, Action, Romance, Tension, Emotional Angst, Unrequited Love, Forbidden Love, Redemption Arc Potential.

Warnings: Betrayal, Violence, Intense Emotional Conflict, Themes of Deception, References to Family Threats and Coercion, Mild Blood and Injury Descriptions, Existential Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation.

The dimly lit library was silent, save for the sound of hurried footsteps as Ratio sifted through tomes and scrolls. You were by his side, your sharp mind and quick wit a perfect match for his own. Tasked with retrieving classified documents on the Guild’s enemies, you both worked seamlessly, an intellectual symphony of logic and strategy.

As the mission neared its climax, the betrayal unfolded. You revealed your allegiance to the very forces the Intelligentsia Guild sought to destroy, stealing the precious documents.

“Was this your plan all along?” Ratio’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. His fiery eyes—bore into yours. His usually composed demeanor was now fractured, his confidence teetering on disbelief.

The fight that followed was a clash of brilliance and desperation. His movements were precise, his calculations flawless, and it wasn’t long before he had you pinned, his weapon—a sharp ceremonial blade—pressed against your throat.

“You had me fooled,” Ratio hissed, his voice a mix of anger and pain. “Was I just a pawn in your grand scheme? Was everything we shared a lie?”

Your voice wavered. “No, it wasn’t. My mission… it required deception, but you—our time together—was real.”

His grip on the blade faltered. He stared into your eyes, searching for the truth amidst the chaos. “Why should I believe you? You’ve betrayed everything I stand for!”

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered, “Because despite my orders, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you. I’ve fought against my feelings for you, but they’re real. I never wanted it to end like this.”

Ratio’s hand trembled as he lowered the blade. He turned away, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. “I should kill you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “You’ve destroyed my trust. But if what you say is true… perhaps ignorance is the real enemy.”

He left you tied, taking the documents back to the Guild. But even as he walked away, his heart was heavier than ever, burdened by the bitter truth that love and betrayal had become intertwined.

The moonlight filtered through the ruins where Moze and you worked together on a covert mission. The air was heavy with anticipation as you infiltrated the enemy stronghold. Moze’s quiet precision was matched by your adaptability, and for once, he allowed himself to trust someone else fully.

When the ambush came, it was devastating. You revealed yourself as the spy, striking at the heart of his mission.

Moze’s voice was cold and quiet, his eyes narrowing. “You…” he whispered, a tremor of anger in his tone. “You were one of them all along.”

The fight was brutal and intimate. His movements were fluid, each attack calculated to disable rather than kill, despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. When he finally cornered you, his blade pressed against your chest, his voice cracked.

“Why?” he demanded, his tone laced with both hurt and fury. “Why betray me? Was I nothing but a means to an end?”

Your chest heaved as you met his gaze, tears streaming down your face. “No,” you said. “I… I never meant to hurt you. It started as a mission, but I—I fell for you, Moze. You have to believe me.”

He hesitated, his grip tightening before loosening again. “You expect me to trust you now?” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with bitterness.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you admitted. “But everything I said, everything I felt—it was real. I was ordered to betray you, but I couldn’t bring myself to end it this way.”

For a long moment, Moze was silent. Then, he stepped back, his blade lowering. “You don’t deserve my mercy,” he said, his voice hollow. “But I can’t bring myself to kill you. Not after everything.”

The casino’s lights glittered in the distance as you and Aventurine worked together to infiltrate the IPC’s enemies. His charm and cunning made him a brilliant partner, but his guarded nature had always intrigued you.

When you revealed your betrayal, his reaction was surprisingly calm. He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “A spy? I should have known. Still, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to betray me.”

The ensuing fight was a dazzling display of skill and deception. Aventurine danced around your attacks with an almost theatrical flair, his movements fluid and precise. When he finally disarmed you, pinning you against the wall, his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

“Tell me, darling,” he said, his tone dripping with venom, “was any of it real? Or were you playing me the whole time?”

“It was real,” you said, your voice breaking. “Every moment with you was real. I never wanted to hurt you, Aventurine. But I had no choice.”

He laughed bitterly, stepping back but keeping his weapon trained on you. “No choice? Everyone has a choice. You just made the wrong one.”

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, the flicker of doubt that betrayed his internal struggle. “Kill me if you must,” you said. “But know that I never lied about how I felt for you.”

He lowered his weapon, shaking his head. “You’re a terrible gambler,” he muttered. “But I’m not about to play executioner tonight. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

The IPC’s debt retrieval mission was in full swing, and you and Topaz were an unstoppable team. Her sharp intellect and unyielding determination were inspiring, and for a time, you forgot about your ulterior motives.

When you revealed your betrayal, she reacted with a mix of shock and fury. “I trusted you,” she said, her voice trembling. “I brought you into my world, and this is how you repay me?”

The fight was intense, her speed and precision matched by your desperation. When she finally subdued you, her weapon—a blade infused with IPC tech—hovered inches from your throat.

“Was it all a lie?” she demanded. “Every laugh, every moment—was any of it real?”

“It was real,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “I didn’t want to betray you, Topaz. I didn’t have a choice.”

Her hand trembled as she held the blade. “You always have a choice,” she said, her voice breaking. “But maybe… maybe I’m not as heartless as you.”

She stepped back, lowering the blade. “Run,” she said. “And don’t ever let me see your face again.”

Yet, when he found the vault empty and your shadow slipping through the exit with the stolen data, everything crumbled.

[Credits to @d-june-y]

The rain poured heavily as Kaveh crouched behind a dilapidated wall in the abandoned warehouse, his eyes scanning for any sign of you. The mission had been simple: infiltrate and retrieve classified intel. Kaveh wasn’t one for espionage, but the higher-ups insisted his expertise in decoding architectural blueprints would be invaluable. And with you, his trusted partner, at his side, he believed this mission would go off without a hitch.

Now, as he cornered you at the edge of a rusted catwalk, the betrayal cut deeper than any blade.

“Why?” Kaveh’s voice cracked as he raised his weapon. His normally soft expression was twisted with anger and disbelief. “Why would you do this? I trusted you—we trusted each other.”

You clutched the flash drive tightly, your breathing uneven. “It’s not what you think, Kaveh—”

“Don’t!” He stepped closer, his gun aimed at your chest. “Don’t lie to me again. Was everything just… a setup? Every moment, every smile—was it all fake?”

Your silence stretched, the tension suffocating. Then, in a sudden move, you lunged. Kaveh reacted instinctively, disarming you with a precision that spoke of your countless training sessions together. He pinned you against the railing, his breath ragged, the barrel of his gun pressed to your temple.

“Tell me it was real,” he demanded, his voice trembling. “Tell me that you weren’t just playing me. Please…”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “It was real, Kaveh. Every moment we spent together, every laugh, every late-night conversation… all of it. I didn’t want to betray you, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” he snapped, though his grip on the gun faltered.

“They have my family,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “If I didn’t do this, they would have killed them. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Kaveh’s breath hitched. The weight of your confession pressed down on him, and for the first time since the chase began, he hesitated. Lowering the gun slightly, he whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve helped you. We could’ve figured this out together.”

“Because I couldn’t drag you into this,” you replied, a tear slipping down your cheek. “You’re too good for that… for me.”

Kaveh stepped back, lowering his weapon completely. The storm outside seemed to echo the turmoil in his heart. His shoulders slumped as he whispered, “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

In the silence that followed, Kaveh made his decision. “Take the flash drive,” he said finally, his voice hollow. “Save your family. But when this is over… I’ll be waiting. And you’d better come back to me.”

You stared at him in disbelief, his selflessness cutting deeper than any wound. Gripping the drive tightly, you nodded. “I will.”

Kinich’s eyes locked onto yours as the jungle canopy loomed above. The ambush you had sprung moments ago left him bruised and bleeding, but it was your betrayal that cut the deepest.

As you disappeared into the shadows, Kaveh sank to his knees, the rain mixing with his tears. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again, but for now, he chose to believe that the connection you shared was more than just a lie.

“Was this your plan all along?” Kinich’s voice was cold, venom laced in every word. “To play the loyal partner, only to stab me in the back when the time came?”

You held your weapon tightly, heart pounding as he circled you like a predator. “Kinich, you don’t understand—”

“Then make me understand,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “Why would you sell me out to the very people we’ve been fighting against?”

The silence was deafening, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. When you didn’t respond, Kinich lunged, knocking the weapon from your hands. He pinned you against a tree, his grip ironclad as he glared down at you.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Was everything between us a lie? The nights by the fire, the promises—was any of it real?”

You winced at the pain in his voice, the rare vulnerability cracking through his stoic facade. “It was real,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Every second of it.”

Kinich’s grip faltered for a moment before he tightened it again, his distrust palpable. “Then why betray me?”

“They have something on me,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “My past… my family. If I didn’t deliver you, they would’ve destroyed everything I’ve ever loved.”

“You should have trusted me,” Kinich growled, his tone filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. “We could’ve fought them together.”

“I couldn’t risk it,” you replied, tears streaming down your face. “I couldn’t bear to see you hurt because of me.”

Kinich stared at you for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Slowly, he released his grip, stepping back as he sheathed his blade.

“You’re a fool,” he said, his voice devoid of its usual edge. “But so am I for letting you get this close.”

You hesitated, unsure if his mercy was genuine or a trap. “Kinich—”

“Go,” he interrupted, his back turned to you. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

You lingered for a moment, knowing you’d just lost the only person who ever truly understood you. With a heavy heart, you vanished into the jungle, leaving Kinich alone with the weight of your betrayal.

As he watched your shadow disappear, Kinich tightened his fists, vowing that if he ever saw you again, he’d demand more than just answers. He’d demand the truth.

[littlelamy]

hear me out: prince(maybe king)!rafe x maid!reader. 🧖🧖🧖🧖

author's note: eeekkk i am so so excited that someone requested this. i went a bit overboard and created a moodboard with the request. ahhh i hope you like it!!!🤭

rafe had always been a man of extremes. as a prince, he had earned a reputation for his ruthless cunning and the unyielding fire in his blue eyes. the court whispered about him—how he wanted everything in his kingdom to shine with perfection, to bow to his every whim. yet, none of that prepared anyone, least of all you, for the way he turned his obsession toward you.

it had started so innocently. you were just a maid, one of dozens who cleaned the gleaming marble floors of his grand castle, who arranged flowers in gilded vases and tended to fires in his countless hearths. you had caught his eye in a fleeting moment, bending to pick up a stray petal from the floor of the great hall. rafe had been striding through, his voice sharp as he barked orders at his entourage, but he fell silent as his gaze landed on you. that single moment was all it took.

from that day on, you felt the weight of his attention like an iron chain around your neck. it wasn’t long before his orders began to involve you directly. he demanded you be reassigned to his personal chambers. at first, it was simple tasks—polishing the ornate frames of his mirrors, arranging the heavy drapes that shielded his private windows. but as days turned to weeks, his demands grew stranger.

“stay,” he would say as you finished your work, his tone leaving no room for argument. he’d sit at his desk, pretending to pore over documents, but his eyes always found you in the reflection of the polished glass. “just for a moment longer.”

rafe’s fixation was terrifying in its intensity. he spoke to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, as if the kingdom itself was a distant second to your mere existence. his words were laced with a dangerous kind of reverence. “you don’t understand,” he whispered one evening, his voice low and almost tender. “you’re the only thing in this place that feels real.”

you tried to avoid his gaze, to keep your answers curt and respectful. “your grace, i am only here to serve.”

“and serve you will,” he replied, his lips curving into a possessive smile that made your stomach twist. “but not as a maid. no. i have other plans for you.”

those plans became clearer as he began to isolate you. you were no longer allowed to eat in the servants’ quarters or mingle with the other staff. instead, meals were brought to you in a small, luxurious room he had ordered prepared for your “comfort.” guards watched your every move, their silent vigilance a reminder that escape was not an option.

rafe’s obsession was suffocating. he lavished you with gifts you didn’t want—silken gowns, jeweled necklaces that felt like shackles against your skin. and yet, despite the fear that gripped your heart, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder at the man behind the obsession. there were moments, rare and fleeting, where his intensity softened into something almost vulnerable.

“they all want something from me,” he confessed one night, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “power, wealth, favor. but you… you didn’t even look at me. you didn’t try to catch my eye.” he cupped your chin then, forcing you to meet his gaze. “do you have any idea how maddening that was?”

you didn’t dare respond, your heart pounding in your chest. his thumb brushed over your cheek, a touch that was both tender and possessive. “you belong to me now,” he murmured, and the finality in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

one evening, as you stood in his chambers, preparing to leave after completing your duties, rafe stepped into your path. his gaze was dark and unreadable, his breathing uneven. before you could protest, his hand reached out to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer. his lips met yours in a kiss that was as fierce and demanding as the man himself.

it wasn’t gentle. rafe kissed like he was trying to claim every breath, every thought, every part of you. his hands tightened their grip, one tangling in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, anchoring you to him. his touch grew rougher as the kiss deepened, his fingers groping at your waist and hips, pulling you flush against him.

he tilted your head back, his teeth grazing your lower lip before pulling away just enough to let his breath ghost over your skin. his eyes burned into yours as his thumb brushed over your swollen lips. “so beautiful,” he purrs, his voice low and guttural. the word sent a flush through your body, leaving you stunned and breathless.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. “you drive me mad,” he whispered, his voice rough. “but you… you’re mine. never forget that.”

in the days that followed, you tried to find cracks in his armor, weaknesses in the iron-clad control he had over you and his kingdom. but rafe was relentless. his obsession consumed him, and in turn, it threatened to consume you as well.

late one night, as you stood on the balcony of your gilded cage, staring out at the moonlit expanse of the kingdom, you felt his presence behind you. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“you’re mine,” he said again, his lips brushing against your ear. “and i will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.”

you realized then that there was no escape, no reasoning with a man like rafe. he was a king in every sense of the word, and his obsession had made you his queen—whether you wanted to be or not.

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[blaydie]

ᥫ᭡ A (FAKE) DOCTOR’S ORDER — “It’s just a cough.” Aventurine x Dr. Ratio (MLM)

Word count: 1.3k

Contains: MLM, Aventurine x Dr. Ratio, ill Ratio, Aventurine caring for Ratio, not-so-subtle flirting, affection, kissing, cuddles, caresses + more.

A/N: The Aventio/Ratiorine brain worm made me write this. Art cred: @/meronppaii (X)

It was a usual day for Aventurine. After all, he’s always willing to push his luck to see how far he can get. Forcing open the handle of Ratio’s office, he prepares to chime his usual greeting until his eyes meet with a seemingly unconscious torso resting atop the somewhat cluttered desk.

“What the— Are you—” Aventurine pauses, immediately looking around to assess the situation. “Veritas. It’s not funny.”

Despite several attempts of communication, there was still no response. Not even a murmur. Rushing over to the body, his hands fumble as he searches for a pulse. Ratio stirs, a low grumble escaping his lips. Aventurine scoffs, instinctively retracting his hands as Ratio forces himself up straight. 

“Well? What was all that about? I thought you were dead.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m—” Before he could finish his sentence, he began uncontrollably coughing, spluttering on his words.

“You look awful. Should you be working like this?”

“It’s just a cough.”

“A cough. Right. There’s no colour on your face. I’ve never seen you look so sick before.” Aventurine leans against the desk, moving the scattered paperwork into the correct piles. “You should get some rest.”

“I don’t need you telling me what to do.” Ratio sneers, snatching away the work documents from Aventurine who was likely to have already destroyed their order.

“I’ll get you some tea then.” 

“Don’t bother. I’m sure that wouldn’t help anyone.”

“You know I’m capable of doing things, don’t you? I’ve taken care of myself from a young age. Who do you think looks after me when I get ill?”

“…” Ratio rubs his forehead, recognising his wording may have come across as too snarky. “I don’t like sugar in my tea.”

“I wasn’t putting sugar in it anyway.” Aventurine sighs, a lengthy exhale as he heads towards Ratio’s kitchen. While he won’t directly admit it, the occasional belittlement does sting—like a gash straight across a bare chest. All he wanted to do was help, after all.

An herbal tea intended to soothe clogged sinuses was in the process of being concocted. Whether it be the flu or a cold, it should help ease his airways and prevent further mucus buildup. The tea was steaming, perfected to the best of his ability. Taking the mug, he returns to Ratio’s office, placing it on the desk.

“Thank you.”

“I thought I’d never see the day.” Aventurine snickers, pulling a spare chair to the opposite side.

“This doesn’t—” With the mug hovering by his mouth, Ratio hesitates to take a sip.

“I know. It doesn’t smell good—it doesn’t taste good either. It’s not supposed to.”

With Aventurine’s eyes glued to him, he takes a deep breath and sips the tea. Unbeknownst to him, it wasn’t as bad as he was anticipating. It was drinkable, to say the least. Despite the warm liquid soothing his throat, the chesty cough persists, making the dull ache in his throat grow stronger.

“I was coming to ask you if you wanted to go out for a drink, but it looks like that will have to wait for another time. Shame.” Aventurine taps a pen against the desk, revealing the doodles left in the corner of Ratio’s notebook. 

“Were you? Or was that part of something you had planned?”

“Oh, how hurtful, Veritas. Can I not take a good friend out for fun anymore?”

“You always have something planned. Do not act coy.”

“Fine. But, the offer for drinks is still on the table. When you’re feeling better, of course.”

“I’ll consider it.” Ratio places the mug down, rising to his feet. His hands clutch the desk, veins protruding as his grip hardens.

“Do you need any—” Aventurine stands, reaching out to stabilise Ratio’s hunched body. A hand swats him away, leaving him standing there unamused.

“Look down.” Ratio speaks, suddenly dishing ominous orders out.

“Where exactly?” Aventurine’s eyes scan Ratio’s lower half, darting from his crotch to his sandals.

“Do you see?”

“See…?” Aventurine cocks his head aside, still unsure of what he’s intended to be looking at.

“I have a pair of functioning legs. I don’t need any assistance with walking.” Ratio brushes past Aventurine as he hobbles towards the door, his forehead pressed against the frame when he eventually makes it.

“You…” Aventurine pinches the skin between his brows, placing his hand in the middle of Ratio’s aching shoulder blades. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Lacking the energy to protest, he grants Aventurine permission to guide him to the bedroom. Now inside of the elegant room after navigating through the winding hallway, Aventurine strides towards the bed, unwrapping Ratio’s arm from around his neck. That’s until he was met with a slight issue. No matter the amount of strength he exerted in trying to pry Ratio’s arm from around him, it wouldn’t budge.

Suddenly, the two bodies topple down onto the mattress. Flustered by the abrupt tumble, Aventurine attempts to scramble from atop Ratio’s body, but the arm remains locking him in place.

“You’re not talking. Do you want me to play doctor or something?” Aventurine gazes down at Ratio whose expression remains unchanged. Somehow, that sight heightens his nerves.

“I feel unwell.” Ratio’s finger twirls around the longer strands of Aventurine’s hair before travelling down his face, cupping his cheek.

“Here, let me check your temperature.” Sweeping back Ratio’s hair, he plants his palm flat against his forehead. “You’re warm.”

“That doesn’t work when your hands are cold. I’m bound to feel warm.” Ratio chuckles, a sweet sound carrying no malice. Redirecting Aventurine’s hand, he leaves it resting on his chest. “You aren’t doing bad. It was a fair try.” 

“You’re being too kind. Are you sure you’re not the one with a secret plan?”

“There is no plan. All that I’m stating is simply the truth.”

Aventurine’s eyes glimmer, his lips curving up as Ratio’s sincere praise replays in his mind. Though they often butt heads, it’s hard to deny that the connection between them exists. Neither one of them is that unintelligent. The ability to suppress their emotions, however, is something they both lack. A force too powerful to combat.

Much like the gem, Aventurine had a beautiful glow to him. His facial features create a composition that works in perfect harmony. Ratio would never admit that though, not outwardly. Perhaps he’ll make him work harder if he wishes to find that information out. He knows he is far more than capable.

Drawing closer, Ratio’s breath ghosts Aventurine’s face. His eyes are locked onto his lips which had been freshly moistened. He wasn’t stupid at all. Closing the distance, their mouths join. Ratio’s breath hitches, readjusting his position as Aventurine leans all of his body weight down. It was always so intense with him; nothing ever starts slow.

Nipping at Ratio’s bottom lip, Aventurine’s tongue meets with his, deepening the kiss drastically. If Ratio wasn’t hot previously, he certainly was now. The heat was radiating from him, causing Aventurine to tug at his own clothes for some air.

Eventually pulling away, Aventurine’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his pupils blown out from the intimate experience shared. His eyes travel down to Ratio’s hands which are gently massaging his hips, thumbs swirling circles across his skin as they slipped under his clothes. A cough sounds out, snapping them both back to reality.

“Wait. Won’t I get sick too?” Aventurine wipes his lips clean, although the action is already irreversible. 

“It’s likely. I’ll take care of you if that’s the case.” Tugging him down by the arm, Ratio traps Aventurine in an embrace, one of his legs wrapped over his. Within seconds, he senses his body relax, his cheek resting on the mess of blond hair on top of him. Aventurine’s heartbeat slows—all feelings and thoughts are overwhelmed by burning compassion. Although he cannot see his face, Ratio can picture the soft expression, regardless of the lack of evidence. “Stay with me tonight.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

She’s the Lieutenants girl

Summary: Y/n is a nurse for the military especially Task Force 141 and lucky for her that’s Ghost’s team. After a small injury with a new recruit and that recruit being flirty. What does Ghost make him do?

Tw: mentions of small cuts/ injury and mentions of knives

Y/n had always known that working as a nurse for Task Force 141 about how dangerous your job was. But you loved the thrill of the work and knowing that you was helping your country in your own way. What made it even better was that your boyfriend, Ghost, was also a part of the squad. You were sitting at your desk catching up on filling out documents and files for any injured people and what medication they may have needed to take. You were just about to move onto the next file when there was a knock at your door. You beckoned “come in!” The person was actually Ghost. Looking up you saw the man that you had been waiting to see today. He spoke “Hey love, how’s work?” You nodded “alright so far.. what have you been up to?” He answered “me and Soap have been helping out and training the new recruits” you smiled and asked “how has that been?” You got up out of your chair and walked over to him and gave him a hug. He smiled under the mask and spoke “alright till Johnny was placing the knives back and had cut his hand.. that’s why we are both here” you looked behind to see Soap walk on over. You smiled and spoke “hey Soap, how bad is it?” He answered “not that bad maybe butterfly stitches at most” you nodded and walked over to the medical cupboard and started to clean Soap’s wound. After finishing up Ghost spoke “we are planning on going to a near by food place, Soap mentioned it and we were wondering if you wanted to join after your done?” You smiled at Ghost and spoke “I’d love to join, I only have about fifteen minutes left so I won’t be too long” Ghost spoke “ok, me and Soap will wait out here for you then.” You nodded and went on your tippy toes to give Ghost a kiss on the cheek as you walked back over to your desk. It’s now been a few minutes and it’s been a bit too quite. But as you were putting away all the files you managed to finish; there was a knock at your door so you beckoned them in. Turns out it was one of the new recruits Ghost is mentoring. You spoke “so how can I help you?” The young boy replied “I’ve got a cut in between my thumb and index finger.” He jokingly added “those bloody throwing knives are lethal” you chuckled and ushered him over to the small bed and said “once you first use them it’s hard but once you get the grip and stuff right, they are really handy to use” you was now taking care of a new recruit who had just got injured during training. You were cleaning up his wound when you heard a knock on the door. You knew it was Ghost and he must have come to check if you were finishing up. But before you could finish dressing up the wound, the recruit started to flirt with you. You tried to be polite and kept your distance, but the boy kept flirting. "So do you have a boyfriend?" the boy asked. "Maybe," you replied, knowing where he was going with this. The boy then asked you out for a date, but you politely declined, telling him that you were already going on a date that afternoon. He asked “with who?” As if on cue, Ghost spoke from behind you, "I am, aren't I, my love?" Y/n smiled, feeling relieved that Ghost had arrived at the right time. The new recruit was shocked and asked “wait are you two together? Like dating?”. Y/n jokingly asked Ghost, "hm? Are we, Ghost?" Ghost smirked under his mask and replied, "Last time I checked, we were." The new recruit knew he had overstepped his bounds and quickly apologised “I’m so sorry Lieutenant sir I didn’t know she was yours”. Ghost then told him “no need to apologise to me but you will be apologising to her and your squad since you are going to do some laps on the track outside and a chat with me in my office tomorrow” the boy looked at you and spoke “sorry” you nodded and ushered him over to the desk. After he left, Y/n got ready to leave with Ghost and Soap for some lunch at a nearby food place. As they walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel glad to have Ghost by your side and help you when he knew it was needed.

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Guess who finally got their documents working again! Anyway, WIPs and Last Lines for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. Specifically; a WIP for Jurassic World: Before The Storm and The True Sinners, and a Last Line for two Classroom Of The Elite fics and Silva's Hope and No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden. Kind of a lot, but I've missed this so much. You can find these below the cut:

Here's a WIP for Chapter 2 of Jurassic World: Before The Storm:

Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

Lisa had told me to put some summer clothes on; the sleeveless shirt and accompanying short skirt that she had paid for had been her initial suggestion. But I didn’t want to wear those. I didn’t want strangers to see how scrawny and soft I was. And the loose long-sleeve shirt, long baggy pants and my jumper were just too cozy, even if they were more for the colder months.

The uncomfortable temperature had me reconsider if this was a small lapse in judgement.

But no one was paying me much mind, so maybe the clothes helped. If that’s right, then maybe a little heat wouldn’t be so bad.

“Jackie,” Lisa gritted my nickname past her teeth, impatient towards my slow pace. I hadn’t realized that my baggage would be so heavy. I obliged her by picking up the pace.

Though I sped up in pace, Lisa was swifter, and the increasing amount of people clustering together made it more difficult to stay behind her lead.

Luckily the crowd started to dissipate.

I rushed to be by Lisa’s side, lugging my baggage with as much force as I could. The sun lifted an unwanted blanket of hot air over us, and I could not find it in my heart to appreciate the climate. In response to this uncomfortable pressure, I unzipped my jumper. I took a glance at Lisa and found her attention elsewhere.

Here's The True Sinners WIP, where Silva's planning murder while making coffee... but who can blame someone whose recently been kidnapped by the resident ginger soldier:

Jacob dragged Silva through the halls of the old veteran's center, his right hand gripped onto the hem of her dirty coat.

They reached what she assumed to be his office. Jacob opened the door and unceremoniously threw her forward inside. She caught herself from falling, twisting around to face her captor.

He shut the door behind him, the handle's lock clicked in a twist. Jacob crossed his arms as he regarded her, face thinned into a stoic mask.

Blue eyes raked over her disheveled body, specifically how she positioned herself; legs spread apart and slight bent, her left arm spread forward in preparation while her right arm remained closest to her hip, and her dull grey eyes glaring at him. Focused.

He sharply exhaled through his nose, almost like a whistling snort. He leaned against the wall next to the door, eyes on her. Silva didn't drop her guard, not even when he gestured over to a small table.

"Coffee," Jacob tells her. Silva remained in her stance, though confusion did etch across her face.

Jacob gestured once more to the small table. Silva hesitated, eyed Jacob's stature. She took a brief glance over to the table, not enough to lose Jacob in her peripheral though, and opted not to change her stance either, just in case.

She spotted a kettle and some paper cups, and what she assumed to be a jar of grounded coffee beans.

She swiftly placed her eyes back onto him, uncertainty and anticipation brewing within her. Jacob must have noticed, as he stated, "Get yourself a cup of coffee. And if you get one for me, I might be open to explaining your purpose here."

Her eyes narrowed, but refrained from speaking. Silva wasn't sure what his game was. She focused past him to the office door.

She silently exhaled, taking small steps toward the table, grey eyes always on Jacob in case he made any sudden moves.

Once she planted a gloved hand on the small tabletop, she gave one more glare towards him before reluctantly turning her back to him.

With an ear out for any inconspicuous movements Jacob could make, Silva quickly pressed a knuckle against the kettle. Finding it lukewarm, she flicked down the switch.

She dared another glance at Jacob while the kettle heated up, only to stiffen when their stares connected. A palish blue invading her dull grey. A contrast to the sharp grey of Father and the pale hazel of Paul.

He was a militar man. The green forest jacket with the Americana flag was enough to tip her off when they first met, but the ambush... the training grounds of the veteran center had all confirmed her suspicion.

She had been unprepared when she fought back during the raid, only managing to catch him off guard with an admittedly surprised hit, but nothing that could have incapacitated him with his support running at her.

But now they were alone... and once she heard the rising whistle, she twisted her fingers around the handle of her new weapon.

Here's four Last Lines, two each for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles.

The first Last Line is for a Classroom Of The Elite chapter in The UnTitled Stories (a collection of short fics). Ayanokoji and Horikita have lunch together:

"So," I had paused to swallow down the crumbed fish before I asked you, "The first step is to rehabilitate the failures?"

It hadn't been an unsound plan. In fact it was quite logical, which made sense, in hindsight.

"If you've grasped that, you can guess what I'm about to propose," you had told me, and you were correct. The implication was as easy to notice like a car speeding down a crossing.

My initial response was to decline. The word 'no' was on the tip of my mouth, but I refrained. I took a glance at you, and reconsidered my reply.

Knowing you thus far, you would never have allowed me to get as close as you'd already let me back then if I had rejected your proposal. You had made sound points and made your intentions clear. While I had no ambition to reach Class A, as it had not been my goal, you were a curious oddity that I wanted to learn more about. And helping you meant getting one step closer to the answer I sought.

So, I made the only acceptable answer.

"Okay, I'll help."

"I thought you'd say-," you had paused mid-sentence, my words being swiftly picked apart in your mind as you realized what I had said, "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious," I parroted your words back. I'd imagine the look of momentary shock should have been amusing, though I couldn't find much humor in the displace as my chopsticks picked up the rest of my crumbed fish.

The second Last Line/s is for a "What If?" Classroom Of The Elite scenario where Amasawa and Yagami went with Ayanokoji to the school. Anyway, have Class D's reaction to the trio:

As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

Ayanokoji only pointed toward Class 1-D's door in response. She turned her gaze toward it, the sliding door left ajar by the few students who left for break. She wasn't sure why...

She stopped her thoughts when she heard it; the rushing steps of someone fast approaching. It wasn't until a familiar magenta-haired fiend slid in front of the door way, cast her gradient dark-red eyes onto her target and propelled herself inside the classroom at such unnatural speed.

"Senpai~!" the twin-tailed girl cheered out as she threw herself at Ayanokoji, who (reluctantly) welcomed her with deflated open arms. The girl tackled Ayanokoji, the force causing both of them to crash to the floor. The ruckus caught the remainder of Class D's attention.

Before Horikita could process what she just witnessed, she heard another rush of footsteps towards the doorway, but this one slowed down to reveal the second of Ayanokoji's companions; a boy with brown hair and green eyes, softly panting and non-discreetly leaning against the frame to recover from the chase.

The third Last Line/s is for Silva's Hope, and Silva gets a short break and a new friend:

"Hey, Dep, so... you hungry?" Boshaw asked, fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand. Silva glanced at him, raising a brow, "I was gonna heat up the leftover pizza I had in my fridge, and since you're crashing the place, I'm just wondering if you want some."

He seemed anxious, giving her a forced smile as he awaited her answer. At the mention of food, the rumbling pain in her gut demanded she attend to its needs. Silva blew out a relenting exhale.

"Honestly Boshaw... I'd love some pizza," she told him, and she saw how his brown eyes lightened up; like how Elsa was given permission to do a dangerous stunt or Hurk given the go-ahead to blow a Peggie chopper out of the sky. Or given the thumbs up to set something ablaze.

With that reminder, she quickly added, "As long as it's not reheated with your flamethrower. Understood Boshaw?"

Boshaw blew out a playful huff as he stood up on the trailer's roof, "Nah, I learnt my lesson last time I did that. Gets too charred. Don't worry, I've got a microwave laying about inside. And ya can call me Sharky, Dep."

Silva chewed the inside of her cheek, but after some thinking, couldn't see the harm of calling him by his preferred name, "Alright Sharky... as long as you call me Silva. I'm doing a lot more than what's in a deputy's paycheck. Deal?"

She opened out a gloved hand for him to shake on, and it lightened her mood to see the wide cheerful grin as he took her hand, and managed to pull her up onto her two feet, "You've got a deal there, Silva."

The final Last Line/s is for No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden, and have a crumb of Hudson and Pratt content... as they chat waiting for a passed-out Coroner!Silva to wake up:

Watching how quietly [Silva] slept on as Pratt had loudly chugged down his coffee, Joey couldn't disagree with Pratt's comment, regardless of how ill-mannered the jest was.

She's almost like a corpse, she conceded, frowning at the soft breathes she could barely see part their coroner's lips, the egg-shaped timer ticking beside the dark-haired woman's head, within arm-length.

"Hudson, you need to relax. She's a grown woman, remember? She's made the decision to deal with her personal issues herself," Pratt yapped on, and shared a thought, "Not the best way to deal with any issue, true, but it really isn't up to us to interfere if it hasn't affected her job thus far. Besides, you've got to admit she's a bit fun when she's tipsy. Night-outs are never short of entertaining when she's around. Cheeky and funny, too."

Joey gave Pratt a deadpan look, and sighed, "I don't know Pratt. You ever wonder why she drinks though? It worries me. We're pretty much the only ones here she goes out of her way to talk to, with exception to Earl. And she's just cooped up in here, surrounded by... death."

She gestured around the morgue, to the units housing whatever bodies were brought in this week. Once again, she settled her gaze on the deep bags under Silva's eyes, a combined result of the coroner's known insomnia and the amount of effort in she puts to stretch herself thin in overworking herself. Joey huffed, a somberness in her voice, "It's so... isolating. She never shares anything outside her personal life either, and we're the closest people to friends that she's got. It's not normal."

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP Update

3 out of 31 ficlets for the @steddieholidaydrabbles are done, and my little ideas document is slowly filling up with plans for all of them. I can't wait to write all of these down! ⛄

Currently working on chapter 7 of The King's Gift, and The Horrors(TM) are back!! 😱

Chapter 1 of Saltwater Symphony (aka Selkie!Steve) should post some time next week! I'm very much looking forward to sharing this one! 🦭

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences from that project. 🏰 The King's Gift 🦭 Saltwater Symphony (Selkie!Steve) 🎄Steddie Holiday Drabbles

Snippet from 🏰 (CW: drowning)

His body flies into action while his mind is still reeling with terror, hours and hours of lifeguard training kicking in and taking over his movements. His naked feet burn as they come into contact with the snow, but he knows that his boots will drag him down. He throws off his coat and the sword belt, too, but keeps the weapon clutched in one hand. He’ll need it. 

“Help!” he bellows, as loud as his voice, shaking with cold and nerves, will allow it. Hoping and praying that someone back at the castle will hear. “We need help!” 

Then, still in his pants and shirt, he jumps in. 

The cold feels like a vice closing around his chest. He lets out a hoarse wheeze through a closing throat and he almost drops the sword, every single muscle in his body going rigid, and it hurts, he’s dying, he needs to get back out, he needs to-

Breathe. He needs to breathe. 

He’s never been in water this cold before, but he knows that he must stay calm and allow his body to ease into it or neither of them will have a chance of making it out. He forces himself to go still. 

Inhale. 

Hold. 

Exhale. 

Repeat. 

Relax, relax, relax. 

He doesn’t have time to relax, every second he wastes up here is precious time running away from Eddie, is Eddie getting pulled further into the icy depths. 

How deep is the lake? Has he hit the ground by now? Are they pinning him down there, the light from the surface a taunting, unreachable thing as the air slowly leaves his body? 

Don’t think about it, he needs you to stay calm! Breathe! 

Nothing has ever been harder than staying here, motionless, and waiting for his body to adjust to the cold. It feels like hours before his breaths stop hitching in his chest, before the tension bleeds out of his aching muscles. 

The moment he feels he can move without his body betraying him, he starts wading. He can’t feel his fingers or toes in the water, his vision is filling with dark needlepoints of black at the edges, and he knows that it’ll be minutes at best before he blacks out. 

Eddie must’ve blacked out by now. 

He must be quick. 

He grips the sword as tight as his numb hand will allow it, sucks in a breath, and dives.

[rreskk]

Hii! If it's not a problem can you make one where Trevor meets reader's ex (perhaps an asshole one lol)? What would happen? 👀

A/N: I experimented with this fanfic so sorry if it's all over the place! Also, I might do a sequal to this because I left it on a cliffhanger lol

Summary: You mentioned your ex and... Trevor has his ways of inserting his dominance.

Word count: 1586

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

TW: -Smut

You mentioned your ex once… In a conversation striked by Trevor himself, you slid out the name of your past lover that happened to be the one just before Trevor. In response, you’d assume he’d force more information out so he can settle his furious curiosity. No way did he like the fact that you’ve been loved by different men! Trevor managed to keep cool and pretend he wasn’t bothered.

He was.

He was VERY bothered and ran to Ron after the conversation. Demanding the number of your so-called ex, after a few days of nagging and tormenting Ronald, he received the exact telephone dial and saved it into his phone for another time. Refusing to tell Ron his plan, Trevor had been hiding his excitement all day… He waited and waited for the perfect moment. Hell! You had no idea what he was doing! Trevor’s need to insert dominance was infuriating. With the knowledge of your past lovers mistakes, he couldn’t wait to record the video expressing his upmost devotion to you through ungodly activities, and send it as a “fuck you” message for breaking your heart. All this… Without your notice.

Trevor, trying not to make himself obvious, was hogging in front of his dresser fiddling until his phone stood… Recording. He made sure it captured the full sight of his bed, so whatever happened, it would document it all. When the flash signalled it’s process of recording, he smirked into the camera as you were unnoticeably lying in his bed, reading a magazine. You hadn’t of seen this and assumed he was searching for something in the drawers. With a small smile, he ripped away the magazine from your hand and crawled over you.

“Whaaat?” You grinned at his playful behaviour.

Trevor tilted his head and gave you a needy kiss on the lips. You were suspicious of this clinginess but didn’t complain. His hand troubled your waist, pulling up your shirt so he had full sight of your chest and face-planted into it, smothering his kisses and tongue all over your curves and skin. You gasped and gripped onto his hair. What’s gotten into him?

“Trev- Oh…” Looking down at the sight of his desperate tongue entrancing you with his saliva, you bite your lip and held the urge to give in as you already fucked once today. He gambled at your curves and pulled you closer to his embrace. There was no escape as you smirked at him, “What are you doing? You’re acting weird.”

Trevor mumbled against your stomach, “Is loving my gorgeous woman weird? Is praising the love of my life weird?” He tongued your pet names so mockingly but so… Sexily. There was something up, you know it. But you don’t say it. You shook your head to respond. It wasn’t like he saw anyway, it wasn’t like he cared. Trevor carried on feasting your body like a hungry animal, demanding his territory, grunting at the impulsive horniness he’s facing.

Unaware of the phone recording this treasurable moment, you were confident and threw off your shirt. Trevor toddled your breasts and sucked, licked, bitten, spat on them. The drool from his mouth delivered and served you joy now you were painted in his DNA. With your whole upper body abused by Trevor’s selfish tongue, he finally reached your lips again and kissed you like life depended on it. The saliva dripped down your stomach and sides, giving you the sensation of hot and cold temperatures, making you shiver and squirm while enchanted in this kiss.

“God, I love you.” He whispered as you forced your tongue into his mouth. Trevor felt his limbs grow weak and his groin slammed against your hips. It made you both gasp. Now the tension was getting hotter. His arms rotated you into sitting on his pelvis, absolutely destroying his erection that poked from the hem of his saggy sweatpants. Trevor gave you a “whoopsie, I did that” look as he thrusted his hips against your thighs. With this sign, he wanted you to take care of him.

Trevor sunk into the mattress when you carefully pulled down his sweatpants. The man underneath you gasped since the cold air began mangling his boner, making it shudder and twitch uncontrollably. He went to remove his pants but you slapped his hand away.

“Not yet.” You whispered and Trevor sent a secret gaze to the camera, smirking with pride.

He soon looked up at you, “I’m reaaally horny… Baby, please.” His eyes glazed with innocence.

Biting your lip, you turned around, committing to the reverse cowgirl position and dismayed his hidden erection. Trevor whimpered and gasped in pain when you leaned forward, your ass dominating and rubbing against his bulge. His eyes stared at your curves with undying lust. Seeing you move and tease wasn’t out of the ordinary… You both take turns to test each other but knowing there is a camera recording this, Trevor felt more horny considering your ex… Will be watching this.

“My God!”

Without warning, you began riding him dry. To his luck, your tits were bouncing right into the phones view. He grinned and placed his hands on your hips, sneakily guiding you towards his raging boner when you paused, understanding his motives here. You returned his grin with a daring smirk.

“Hmm, is that what you want baby?” You asked.

He nodded frantically, “I want to fuck you, sugar, let me fuck you… Please.”

He asked, you deliver.

The atmosphere increased in tension when you turned around. Your fingers gently tugged down his underwear and soon, his cock jumped out the millisecond of it’s freedom. Trevor groaned and went to touch it, but again, you slapped away his hands.

“Let me.”

He watched intently as you rotated back to the reverse cowgirl position. You held his dick under your entrance without even looking! Trevor bit into his lip and stared directly into the camera, almost as though he was saying: “watch and learn”. With one tug of your hips, he forced you down onto your dick and you both moaned.

“Ohhhh…” You breathed. Trevor kept one hand on your hips while the other grabbed the hair that dangled against your back. As you were beginning to jump up and down, he yanked the hair strands, causing you to fall back slightly, your tits fully exposed to the camera and your face of ecstasy obvious. Trevor smirked and kept his grip on your hair, tugging every now and then while glaring daggers into the phone. He wanted you to yelp out every sound you can produce as he wanted to let the lucky audience knows… That he makes you feel better than anyone else.

Increasing the pace, you stared at the wall ahead and moaned loudly. Trevor, behind you, was also gagging out cracked moans. He was lying in the pillows, beginning to feel his climax already. His hands lazily placed itself on your waist now; squeezing, fondling, slapping your curves with egoistic pride. The saliva he spat from earlier was still visible on your skin. The lighting would make this a key detail when looking at the phones perspective.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered from underneath you. The way your whole hips swayed to demolish his dick… The way your back bends whenever he hits your core… The way he sees your hands grip his thighs for security when the sensation gets so overwhelming. He holds out his tongue and stares back into the camera, mouthing out something to the lucky ex-lover: “Look at my girl.”

After a few minutes of riding him, you felt Trevor lean forward and press his chest against your back. His arms sneaked around your naked waist and those greedy palms gripped onto your tits, completely holding you into his embrace from behind, threating you into captivity; heaving, yearning, pleading with his slimy lips that travelled from your neck to your collarbone. His cock remained deep inside you as he’d push his hips up and with one hit, he abused your clit, sending you into a coma after a coma after a coma. Your eyes rolled back and he toyed with your breasts while you climaxed. His lips grazed the lobes of your ear.

“So fuckin’ hot…”

Your moan slowly dissolved before Trevor thrusted into your fluids and the final blow sent him into spasms as well. The man practically caged himself around you. As he holds you from behind, his teeth engraved itself upon your shoulder, trying to contain the feisty moan that escaped anyway. He squealed with dying pleasure.

“Ohhhh, MY- I LOVE YOU!” The volume and tensity made you gasp. The moment Trevor lets his cum roam out, he rested his chin on your shoulder and pulled you back onto the bed. A giggle left your lips at this childish antique.

“That was so good.” You smiled to his dazed face.

Though he hasn’t recovered from his orgasm, Trevor smiled back, “It was fuckin’ amazing, [y/n].”

His sweatpants was still sluggishly tangled around his lower thighs. You resorted into collecting your underwear and clothes. He watched you with admiration before notifying him that you’re going to the bathroom. When you left the room, Trevor jumped for the phone that was still hidden near his drawers and smirked into the camera. He was all close and personal now.

“Get fucked, YOU COCKSUCKER!”

The recording ended.

And you bet your ass, he DID send that damn video…

Mhm, the reply wasn’t pretty.

[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's Frank Date Prologue + Event

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This has been translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

[PROLOGUE]

Buzz--

I turned off the alarm clock on my phone and was about to quietly get up, but the next second a hand pulled me back into bed.

Kiro: So early... where are you going...

MC: I want to make some breakfast first. You can sleep for a while longer~

I lifted the quilt and tried to slip away from Kiro's arms, but he hugged me tighter.

Kiro: But compared to having breakfast, I want to stay with you for a while longer.

Kiro: After all, after today, I won’t see MC for half a month...

Seeing him trying to fight sleep to talk to me, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the fluffy top of his head.

MC: It's up to you. I'll stay by your side and won't go anywhere. We'll have something to eat at the airport later.

MC: You can sleep for another half hour...

Kiro: I'm not sleepy anymore. Let's talk. I'm already awake.

Kiro said as he rubbed his sleepy eyes and deliberately opened them wide. He wanted to prove the "fact" that he had woken up, but all it did was make me see his tired and bloodshot eyes more clearly.

MC: Liar.

MC: You didn't get home from work until 2 a.m. and only slept for more than 4 hours. How could you possibly be awake?

Kiro: It doesn't matter, there's plenty of time on the plane anyway. 12 hours is enough for me to sleep for a long time.

Kiro: But there's no Miss Chips on the plane...

Kiro held up my face and pinched my cheek gently.

Kiro: But after I've wrapped up this show, I can rest with you for a few more days.

MC: Actually, if you ask Savin to schedule your work so tightly, you are squeezing yourself in advance.

He smiled, hiding his little thoughts that I had revealed.

Kiro: By then, we'll be having fun in France~ Let me stay with you, and you can stay with me.

Kiro: It's time for you to relax. Although I didn't finish work until 2 o'clock, who was still revising her plan when I came back?

MC: I just drank too much coffee during the day and couldn't sleep...

I looked away with a guilty conscience, but he gripped my chin and half-"forced" me to look into his eyes.

Kiro: What about the day before yesterday, the day before that... and last week?

MC: Hehe, don't worry, I can take a breather after handing in the documents today.

MC: But you should pay attention to your rest during rehearsals. I've heard from Savin that you've been working really hard on set these few days and have overused your voice.

MC: I made some lozenges yesterday. They should be cooling by now.

MC: I'll help you pack it into your suitcase later, so be careful with your voice during rehearsals!

Kiro: They must be way more delicious than the ones got outside.

Kiro: With Miss Chips' loving throat lozenges, I'll be full of energy during the rehearsals~

Buzz--

The cell phone alarm went off again, announcing that we had to get up.

Although I've become accustomed to the normalcy of his work, I still felt a little bit reluctant every time we were separated.

While Kiro was washing up, I left him a small note in the bag containing the throat lozenges.

TO DO LIST:

Remember to take the throat lozenges prepared by MC

Try not to stay up late

Pay attention to the temperature difference between morning and evening

Share interesting daily life

Plan a special tour itinerary

I hope you can gain a little surprise and warmth when you see it.

[Day 1: Dream Route]

Because I woke up too early to see off the plane, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier on the way back, and I uncontrollably started to doze off.

MC: No, now is not the time to sleep... You still need to familiarize yourself with the meeting materials.

My remaining sense of reason woke me up and I managed to dig out the information from my bag. However, unexpectedly, I found a bear-shaped velvet bag at the bottom of my bag.

MC: Looks like it's a secret treasure left by Mr. Kiro Bear~

After opening the velvet bag, there sat a small bag of apple candies and a short list left by Kiro.

Take Apple Box out for a walk

Water the catnip

Log in to my game account to receive daily rewards

Attend the award ceremony for me

~\(≧▽≦)/~ Come and meet meet me on the day the closed rehearsal ends

From: Kiro

The joy of discovering this secret treasure dispelled the worries caused by my sleepiness.

The fresh taste of apple candy in my mouth brought a hint of sweetness to my longing.

Memory Diary:

The apple candy flavor is sweet and a bit sour. Although we have just separated, I already feel a little bit missed when I look at the list he left behind. This is probably the chain reaction that opens the secret treasure.

-

[Day 2: Heart-warming Walk]

The park was fresh and pleasant after the rain, with green grass and crystal water droplets.

The setting sun reflected the happy smiling face of Apple Box. He loved his newly bought bone toy very much.

I took a lot of photos of him playing, picked the cutest one and sent it to Kiro.

MC: I had a lot of fun with Apple Box~

Kiro: I'm so jealous of Apple Box! His eyes are filled with happiness!

Kiro: Not only does he have a new toy, but he also has Miss Chips to accompany him. He's now the happiest puppy in the world!

MC: Judging from your tone, you don't seem jealous of Apple Box~

Kiro: Hmph, even though he's the happiest puppy in the world, I'm also about to be the happiest person in the world.

Kiro: When I see you, I'll definitely make up for the happiness that I've missed during this period of time.

Memory Diary:

Apple Box was really well-behaved. When we were in the park, many children wanted to play with him, and many young ladies took the initiative to take photos with him. It is said that dogs will become similar to their owners after being raised for a long time. In terms of attractiveness, seems like that they are indeed similar.

-

[Day 3: Sunshine Mint]

The weather was exceptionally sunny over the weekend. Cello spread herself out on the floor, lazily basking in the sun.

She didn't want to move a step after she was full, and no matter how much I tried to tempt her with cat teasing sticks and cat toys, she remained indifferent.

While it was normal for her to be reluctant to move in such hot weather, she has been tending to be overweight recently

MC: Little lazy cat, it look's like I'll have to bring out the secret weapon!

For the sake of Cello's health, I turned to the balcony and prepared to pick some catnip that Kiro had planted before.

Note: "Cello's pot of catnip, I'll leave it to Miss Chips to take care of it~"

Signed: (★ ω ★) Kiro & Cello /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

MC: Then I'll water the catnip first and then play with Cello~

Memory Diary:

After pouring a lot of water and enjoying the beautiful sunshine on the balcony, Catnip is also in good spirits today! In addition, it quietly announced: Kiro = my human mint.

-

[Day 4: Limited Surprise]

In the blink of an eye, the queue at the door of the handicraft store had already stretched outside the mall.

While I was glad I came early, keeping my feet to one side, I counted the number of people in the line in front of me.

After all, for this sale, some styles didn't limit the maximum purchase quantity for each person.

MC: I hope that all the styles are available when my turn comes and that they're not sold out... let me buy the whole set!

The queue moved slowly, and when it was finally my turn, there weren't many figures left on the shelves, but fortunately I got a complete set.

MC: Wrap one of each for me. Let's go with this yellow gift box~

Memory Diary:

I had the foresight to get up early and queue up! This set of Kiro figurines has been in my heart for a long time. It would be a pity if I didn't buy them... As his cutest girlfriend, of course I have to give him a surprise~

-

[Day 5: Stage Focus]

Courier: Hello, please sign for the express delivery.

MC: Okay, thank you.

I carefully opened the outer packaging till a delicate silk box was revealed in front of me--

Inside, was a performance costume specially customized for Kiro, which took a full three months to complete.

Kiro designed the outfit himself and hired famous tailors to make it. It was the first time they collaborated, but they had a tacit understanding.

MC: It looks better than expected.

The metallic threads he specially selected had hidden secrets, and their true charm could only be revealed under the stage lights.

MC: When Kiro comes back and sees it with his own eyes, he'll definitely be very happy~

I hope the next concert will come soon so that I can see him in his costume earlier.

Memory Diary:

I can't wait to see Kiro wearing this suit~ I'll be sure to take lots of photos of him and appreciate the most dazzling star on stage!

-

[Day 6: Have Fun]

I turned on the computer and connected the game controller.

Note: (づ￣ 3￣)づ Help me get the daily rewards. The password is Miss Chips' birthday~

Signed: Kiro

MC: Hehe, with such a simple numeric password, aren't you afraid that your account will be hacked?

MC: (￣▽￣)" Oh yes, why would he be afraid of that...

I entered my password effortlessly and after a successful login--

Appeared a full set of equipment, a full set of skins, a full set of characters, all maps open--

MC: Hehe, today I can also experience the fun of a game master's account~

Memory Diary:

Turns out that the game is more enjoyable when two people play it. Compared to the fun brought by clearing levels, his company is the source of my real happiness.

-

[Day 7: Care Bear]

I downed my third cup of coffee and took a few bites of cold instant noodles.

I've been working overtime for three days. Looking at the night sky outside the window, I can't help but sigh - quarterly reports were really life's enemies.

Every time I had to compare data and business conditions vertically and horizontally, I felt overwhelmed.

Ding--

It was so late. Could it be that the business partner was urging me? I opened the new email that popped up in the lower right corner.

Title: Sweet reminder from Little Bear

Sender: Kiro

Recipient: MC

If Miss Chips didn't reply to my message, she must have been working overtime in front of the computer and lost track of time...

I hope the program in the attachment can help you solve some minor problems. And I ordered a delicious late-night snack - finish it before working!

The little bear figure in the attachment was jumping around, guiding me to upload the report step by step, and quickly started the comparison calculation.

Little Bear: Sweet tip: The calculation time is the standard time to finish a bowl of hot rice dumplings.

Memory Diary:

It seems that no matter how far apart we are, he will always give me the warmest help and support when I encounter difficulties. Thank you, Mr. Bear!

-

[Day 8: Childlike Innocence]

Clerk: Small fries~~Fries~~Small burgers~~Hamburgers.

MC: Big fries~~Fries fries! Big burger~~Hamburger!

Although I was a little shy, I still shouted the slogan firmly.

Clerk: Congratulations on your correct answer. What would you like to eat?

MC: Take away children's set meal for 10 people, and gift giveaways of a Super Burger Man toy, a Burger Man water bottle, and a Burger Man musical instrument set!

With the envious looks from the children, I sent Kiro a "family picture".

MC: Reporting to Mr. Burger! Miss Chips has successfully completed the task! Now enjoying the free fries~

Kiro: Wow! It's a Burger Man set!! Miss Chips is the best in the world~

Kiro: But there are so many... Are you going to eat hamburgers all day long?

MC: Hehe~ Of course not~ I will take the rest to the company's pantry and divide it up!

Memory Diary:

I got excited while I was eating the children's set meal~ I've collected a complete set of Burger Man toys. Kiro will definitely be very happy when he sees them!

-

[Day 9: Heart Song Composition]

After a lot of twists and turns, I finally found the stationary store hidden deep in the alley of the shopping street.

When I accidentally visited here before, I felt that the hand-made stationary was very interesting. I even made several music score books and planned to give them to Kiro.

Unexpectedly, when it was time to pick up the goods, I forgot the route while I was looking for it and wasted half a day.

MC: Boss, please give me your business card. I'm afraid I'll forget how to get here when I want to come here again.

I took the business card, took a photo and archived it, and then put the paper business card in my bag.

MC: Double insurance, so I don't have to worry next time~

Memory Diary:

Although it took a little effort, the customized hand-made notebook may be more conducive to his creation~ I'm looking forward to him writing a music score on it.

-

[Day 10: Fruit and Vegetable Companion]

Apples, lemons, bananas, kale, beets...

Supplementing multiple vitamins was for good for one's health, and some special combinations are said to be effective for relieving fatigue.

I followed the recently popular recipes on the internet and combined them with Kiro's preference in taste to make fruit and vegetable juices.

MC: Mm! This ratio is not sour or astringent, but it's still a bit lacking in sweetness. Seems like I'll have to add more apples.

MC: When the superstar comes home, he'll definitely like MC's healthy fruit and vegetable juice~

Memory Diary:

When Kiro is filming, he's most likely to have a single diet, and he often eats irregularly... Making several different fruit and vegetable juices should also help him replenish his energy.

-

[Day 11: Proud of You]

With the announcement of the nominations for the "Most Popular Award of the Year", the atmosphere at the awards ceremony reached its pinnacle.

Host: Now I announce that the winner of the "Most Popular Award of the Year" is--

I stared closely at the big screen, filled with countless expectations and tensions.

Kiro was unable to come to the scene due to rehearsals, so as his partner, I was entrusted to receive the award.

The variety show I collaborated with him on just won the "Best Variety Show of the Year" award. If he won the "The Most Popular Award of the Year" again, we would be wining the two most valuable awards at this year's Variety Awards.

Host: Kiro! Congratulations to this double crowned king!

The host made an inviting gesture, and I stood up and followed the usher's guidance to the stage.

MC: Hello everyone, I'm MC, head of [MC's Company Name] Company.

MC: Because Kiro is currently involved in closed rehearsals abroad, he is unable to be here in person today.

MC: I'm very happy to receive this award for Kiro, and I would like to thank everyone who supports him on his behalf.

MC: We will work together on more and better programs in the future. Thank you all!

I took the trophy from the presenter and returned to my seat, eager to share the good news with Kiro.

MC: Congratulations! Our big star won the "Most Popular Award of the Year"~~

Kiro: Hehe, this is an honor shared between Miss Chips and I! Our program is the best!

Kiro: (￣︶￣*\)) Miss Chips looked so confident and good-looking when she spoke! Today's dress is so cute!

MC: Huh? Are you watching the live broadcast?!

Kiro: Of course~ I specifically asked the director for 10 minutes of leave!

Kiro: Just to see MC standing on the podium for the first time~

Memory Diary:

When I accepted the award for Kiro, why did I seem more nervous than when I won the award? The trophy was heavy in hand, and he was also heavy in my heart.

-

[Day 12: Sweet and Refreshing]

MC: Please send it to this address for me.

Courier: Okay, but the cost of cross-border express delivery may be more expensive than the candy you sent. Are you sure...

MC: It doesn't matter, just send me the fastest one. Also, please add more shock-absorbing cushions. I'm worried it will break if transported over a long distance.

Courier: Okay, please fill in the details here.

Memory Diary:

He finished the throat lozenges I made so quickly. I hope he can receive the ones I sent today soon. Even if he was rehearsing, he would do his best. This was the time when his voice was most taxed.

Kiro's Frank Date has been translated by Bai7_Journey on youtube and can be read here :>

[tinypandacakes]

Hello! I hope everything is going well with you :)

I'm so immersed and genuinely impressed with your writing!!! Do you have any advice on writing a first chapter or for writing long fanfics in general? Are there any things you keep in mind or plan out before starting?

Thank you!💗

🥹 thank you so much! Sorry this is so late but it got trapped in my drafts! I’m no pro by any means, just a hobby writer but this is what works for me — (kind of wordy/rambling so under the cut)

Like a lot of writers, I am much better at starting long fics than finishing them please don’t look at all my WIPs that need updates but in general all my fics start from a daydream that completely consumes me until I am compelled to write it so I don’t spontaneously combust. trapper keeper was originally a single bedsharing scene that gripped my brain and wouldn’t let go.

Outside of actual writing advice, I think reading more has improved my writing. I read a fic and go “fuck, that was incredible, I wish I could write like that.” And then realize: I can!!!! I try to pick out what I liked about it and how to emulate the elements I enjoyed and incorporate those style bits into my own writing.

Some people are “plotters” and some people are “pantsers” (figuring it out as you go/writing by the seat of your pants) and some are in between. I pants it until I’m forced to plot because writing on vibes alone only takes me so far…so I have a master plot point document. Nothing excessive, just barebones plot beats.

People usually get stuck in the middle of fics because they know what start and finish they want, but the middle is kind of boggy and unclear — a little early plotting helps get past that and prevent you from writing yourself into a hole!

But if you’re super inspired by a random scene you can’t stop thinking about, just start writing that part and you can figure out the rest/plot it later…do whatever gets you to actually write something instead of just daydreaming.

I write on my phone 85% of the time time, which is nice so if I get a random idea or burst of inspiration I can jot it down. My chapter outlines are just half-coherent bullet points and lines that I think of like in the Target parking lot in the 30 seconds before I go unbuckle my kids to go inside or while walking. I do a lot of thinking and jotting while walking.

I enjoy reading and writing a first chapter that kind of throws you in the middle of something and unfolds from there…don’t need a ton of explanation because we can learn as we go.

Sorry if this was super rambly! But I think the biggest piece of advice that is super cliche but true is to write for yourself first. write what you want and what interests you. Be self indulgent. Have fun with it! That passion will shine through!💕

[matenrou-fan]

Interrupted make out session

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

femreader, slightly NSFW, kissing, reader being a brat

Hitoya (684 words), Samatoki (610 words), Ichiro (686 words)

Hitoya:

You walk into his law firm, it was almost lunch break. You notice that there's no clients today, usually all corridor was full of people who's need a consultation or something like that.

You gently smile to his secretary, who's was sitting in corridor. She already know who are you cause it wasn't your first visit to your boyfriend's work, so she didn't stop you when you gently knock on the door of Hitoya's office and then get inside.

"Having a easy day today, are you?" - you chuckle as he look at you from his paperwork. He sigh as he take a cup of coffee and drink a little.

"Absolutely not. I need to finish all this stuff to the end of the day so I decided to not take any appointment today.." - he groan tiredly and then rolled back from his table as you get closer, letting you sit in his laps.

You visit him sometimes to check is everything alright or bring him lunch if he forget it's in a hurry in the morning, so it was usual for you to spend some time with him, sitting on his laps or sometimes right in his table, as he let himself have a little break from work, paying some attention to you. But today you was quite playful, and his concentrated face look so hot as he keep looking at some documents as one of his arms resting on your back. You can't help yourself but leans closer, your arms roaming around his chest as you kiss him on the lips. Just quick simple kiss, but very passionate one. As soon as you feel both of his arms around you waist, holding you firmly you immediately pull away as suddenly as get closer before, leaving Hitoya with half-opened mouth. He smirks, looking at the door for a moment and then grab your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"You can be such a tease, huh? Knowing that I need to work but still decide to play around and be such a bratty girl.." he groans as he kiss you, his tongue a little bit bitter after coffee. You whine, resting your arms around his neck, wishes to run your fingers through his gray soft curls but you knew it very well that he would scold you after to mess with his hairstyle.

You push your chest to his own, feeling as your heartbeat become more faster. His grip on your thigh become more tight, his other hand cupping your breast softly as you whine a little. But your little sounds just makes him more passionate, he wants to force more moans from you as he began to unbotton your bloose.

But you also wants to tease him, wondering how far he will push things, so you try to lean your hips closer to his crotch. Wave of goosebumps run through your body as you hear him groaning right into your lips and -

Knock knock.

You gasp and shrug, pulling away and look at Hitoya with surprised expression. He was kinda embarrassed too, still breath heavily as he try to fix his tie quickly. He clear his throat as he say with a little bit trembling tone:

"Wait a second, please.." - the look that he give you as you get up from his laps make you shiver.

"You should probably go home now, or I will never get my work done.." - you giggle a little and kiss him quickly as goodbye and walk to the door, fixing your skirt and bloose as you go.

On the other side of the door was standing his secretary with phone in her arms, she's quickly run into office, telling your boyfriend that one of his clients need something really quickly.

He sigh as he followed you with his eyes, smirking, and take a phone. When you exit a building and was on your way to home you receive a text from his number:

"I will be at home in 19 P.M. Be a good girl and wait for me, I'm willing to continue our little play.."

Samatoki:

He hates to bring you to his Yakuza's hideout, thinking it's not a place for someone as precious and valuable as you. But he needed to finish some business here on yours way to cafe, where you planning a date together, so here you are. Sitting in his office, waiting for him. You wasn't scared or something, knowing there's two guardians standing in front of the door, you just was a little bit bored, wondering how long it takes to wait.

Suddenly, you hear a footsteps and Samatoki walk inside, a little bit annoyed. You jump from your place, getting closer to him and looking him right in the eyes. As soon as he meet your cute face his gaze softened and he whisper, hugging you.

"Sorry, babe, we need to wait a little bit more, okay..?" - he caress your hair and you furrow your brows trying to act like you actually mad.

"Huh? Then we will play a little bit right here.." - you smirk as he sit on his black couch, looking at you a little bit confused. But as soon as you sit on his laps, your hands in his hair, he scoff.

"Not here, brat, we can't-" - you silent him with hot kiss, almost instantly pushing your tongue in his mouth. He groan a little bit surprised but accept your game, pulling you closer to himself, his grip on your waist quickly become more firm as he slowly moves his hand down to your hips. You shouldn't have worn this cute little skirt today as now Samatoki can put his arms under short fabric.

"What a foolish girl, you think you can be in charge?" - he scoff at your blushing face, seeing as you whimpering under his touches. His big hands cupping your ass under you clothes, cold skin of his fingers feel so good at your warm thighs, it's make you tremble and squirm in anticipation. He continue to kiss you roughly, groaning when you try to bite his bottom lip playfully.

As you can feel his breath become more heavier and his fingers slowly tugging waistband of your underwear, you-

"Boss..! We are-" - you didn't hear the end of sentence as you get so scared of being caught that you almost fall down from Samatoki's laps, but he caught you, you can feel his arm trembling a little as he hold you waist and try to fix your skirt.

But you was lucky, as his subordinates just knock on the door, screaming through it. Samatoki get up with annoyed and embarrassed look as you continue to sit in couch, trying to catch you breath. But then he grab your arm, pulling you closer to himself.

"Come one, they tell that everything is done. I just need to check up something and we can go" - his voice a little bit husky as you two walk to the door, he quickly tell to one of his man to walk you to his car, as he finish everything.

While you was sitting in his car with a little smirk on you face, you was wondering how he will act now. After some time when you almost calm down you notice as he get closer to the car, open the door roughly and get on driver's seat. He get the car ready with such impatient look, as he didn't even talk with you. Only when he start driving and you noticed that he drive far away from the needed place, he scoff.

"Fuck this stupid cafe, babe. I have much more interesting plans for you now, as someone sure need a proper lesson for messing with me like that..."

Ichiro:

You two just having a cute little date in his house, as he wants to show you one if his favorite anime. Everything was so soft and gentle, as you two cuddles together in couch in his living room, all alone. It was rare when you two have some quiet time like that, without his little brothers fighting with each other (and sometimes a little bit with you) for Ichiro's attention, so you really want to use this opportunity for something more.. interesting.

You can't say that anime was bad but as soon as it's ends you quickly get on his laps, already a little bit inpatient.

"So, what do you think? Is it good?" - poor Ichiro didn't even notice your playful look and you chuckle, your arms around his shoulder as you slowly play with his shirt, touching his collarbone lightly.

"I think you look really cute when you're so passionate about something, darling" - you purr, luring him to a soft kiss that sooner become a hot and messy one, as Ichiro moans into you mouth, surprised.

He pull back, panting softly, his cheeks become so red as he look at you completely embarrassed, still a little bit shy to show his affection. He gulp as his trembling hands quickly find their way to your waist, he looks at you with silent question in his eyes. You chuckle, his needy but shy eyes make him look lika a little puppy. You nod slightly and he immediately pull you closer, whimpering in anticipation, this time he start kissing you first, messy playing with your tongue in your mouth, you can feel light taste of his favourite soda. He keeps whining a little during kiss, showing just how much he wanted to do this too. You was sure that today you will be in control, as you can't help but always want to dominant him a little, but..

You gasp surprised when you feel his arms move to your chest, cupping it softly. As you look up at him with blush on your cheeks, Ichiro smirks, trying act cool.

"What's wrong? Let me be in charge. I want to show you today my more.. dirty side.." - he whisper as he start squeeze your breast, his fingers around your nipples. Even through clothes his movements makes you shiver and he noticed that, his light smirk turns into smuggy one as he stop teasing you breast for a second, just to crawl his hands under your T-shirt. You moan as you felt his warm hands so close and decided to pay back. Slowly moving from his chest to his waist, and then you quickly put your hands under his shirt, roaming around his abs greedy. His skin so warm, almost hot, as you play with him, slightly touching his belt.

He whimper a little, kissing you again, so passionate and needy, you wonder if you finally will be able to bring your relationship on another level. You smirks to your own thoughts and choose to take a chance, as one of you hands slowly get closer to his crotch, you can feel as his hips trembling a little, when you-

"Hey, Ichi-ni, we finally get back..!"

You gasp and quickly pull away, hearing a footsteps in corridor. Ichiro whine a little, but slowly let you go, trying to sit down more comfortable as his arms resting on his laps so his brothers will not see just how much he enjoy his private time with you.

"Oh, so s/o also here.." - Jiro scoff, clearly showing how disappointed he is - "And I just wanted to talk with you about this new game, Ichiro, brother..!"

"Aren't you two should do your homework anyways?" - Ichiro furrow his brows, turning on his big brother mode. He talk with Jiro and Saburo a little, giving few task for them as he say that he will walk you home now.

But as soon as you two go outside, he grab your hand, looking at you completely embarrassed.

"Can I stay for a while in your house..? I.. I think we should continue what we started.."

[danistotallyuncool]

frustrations under the cut please feel free to ignore.

It's now setting in that all the friend group drama I've gone through in the past 2 months started with warhammer 40k, but it wasn't actually about 40k. But it nonetheless effected my enjoyment of the hobby due to the association of said drama. And that sucks.

something that went from a slight disagreement regarding game rules unraveled a 8 year friendship because one person just couldn't accept the fact that he has historically treated his friends badly, and we were trying to get him to get a grip and not be a sore winner. but it dug up the fact that he was mad at me for not choosing him to be my best man, he tried to discourage me from going back to school, and multiple stupid arguments where he was in the wrong and would just die on his stupid hills.

He called me a liar to my face for not pointing out his behavior in public when I knew that he escalates arguments to the point of yelling, and I am bad with confrontation, even worse if it's in public.

he did this all in public, in front of my friends, as well as employees of the store we were at and their customers.

we all had an in person group discussion on table etiquette where i established this boundary, only for 1 week later to have that boundry crossed, and when my wife was explaining the fight, flight, freeze trauma response, to which my wife tried to elaborate on them still calling me a liar when i freeze to avoid confrontation and compared it to victims of sexual assault also freezing in those situations. to which this player *laughed* knowing damn well my wife is a SA victim.

This was a point I should have fucking hit him. I wanted to so bad. I didn't want to catch a charge though, so the best I could do is ask, "what's so funny about that?"

him and his wife proceed to message EVERYONE in out friend group about this feud which as far I was concerned, did not involve anyone else at that point. They sent everyone, including me a book about how we are trying to kick them out of the friend group, which was not true. I in turn began to write a long worded response that became a 14 page word document but chose not to send it and let them keep showing their asses. When some people came over to my home to paint and play warhammer, this couple promptly uninvited us from all future plans as this was seen as "taking sides" and forced this fight onto people who asked to stay out of it, one of which is someone going through the death of a pet and a divorce.

This was my final straw. this all happened at the beginning of the month. And the remaining players have a separate chat. But we all know the elephant in the room and to me feels like there is more unspoken awkwardness.

All this couple had to do was take the L, say sorry, and change their behavior. but they didn't. they let it all fall apart because they were too fucking egotistical to admit they were in the wrong and they caused people I like to hang out with to ghost the main group chat.

I know these people only have their side of the story, and I haven't tried to write to the others to defend myself or Ren because they specifically do not want to hear any more arguing, so I am trying to respect their boundaries.

I've been sitting on this for a while. And was hoping to fix it. But I see now that I can't and I gotta move on. The Hobby is still fun. But I don't enjoy it like I used to. and that sucks. It was the one fucking hobby that stuck for me and now it's tarnished. I don't know man. I just needed to vent. All I wanted to do was to build and paint little dudes with my friends and play a stupid badly worded game from the UK. and they fucked it all up.

[maiselyormaiforshort]

Tfp secretly Frenemies au,Putting this here because I heard Americans can't read fanfiction now(warning:never watched Tfp,mouth washing reference,I suck at writing)

Remind him to close his eyes

For the past few joors the autobots have been starting to crumble due to the energon supplies being low and the constant moving won't help it, they've changed bases for the last few minutes because its impossible to find one that doesn't have scraplets,there's only one way to solve this

The autobots need someone smar- no not smart, someone sane

HackRate RazorEzquivel's Eyes have been malfunctioning these joors,using the knowledge that he had,he healed himself,though only one eye could be restored,the other had to be removed or else it could cause an infection

"Think about it Microzus,we're solving two problems with one answer"

"No no,it's not that I don't want to punch you,it's just- leading the decepticons won't be the same without you"

"Megatron can put up with your bs,shockwave is just as smart as I am,even if you still have issues you can always call me"

"Alright alright,are you sure your okay with?-"

"MicDrop I have just as much as pain tolerance as you and CrackerJack do,it'll feel like nothing to me"

Remind him to close his eyes

They're on a battlefield,it's dusty,foggy and unsettling,but thats not what's making MicDrop Microzus head spin,Shockwave had located the autobots coordinates,there's an energon supply base,only enough for one side,though the decepticons already have plenty to last for centuries,so why are they here?

"Lord Microzus,I'm not addressing that I'm disagreeing but,i find this illogical"

"Shockwave how dare you question Lord Microzus actio-"

"It's okay Megs, we're not here for the energon,there's a big power supply in that base under all of the rubble,you could use it for"

Remind him to close his eyes

Primus,how long has she been talking for,it doesn't matter because in a few seconds he's not going to see her,not permanently but long distance calls aren't the same to sitting on her shoulder while she's doing important datapad documents

"RazorEzquivel,you calculated how much time and energy we need to get there before the autobots,am I correct?"

"of course,we brought enough supplies just enough to get In and out of the base before it crumbles"

"Then Im guessing nothing bad is going to happen"

Remind him to close his eyes

The base crumbled,almost trapping Breakdown, MicDrop Microzus,Megatron,StarScream and Skyquake under it if it weren't for Microzus,the other decepticons who stayed back were the ones who calculated and gave the others instructions where to go,Knockout only stayed because he couldn't risk scratching his paint job,there were two comms that were talking about something unrelated to the plan

"Alright when the base falls you quickly hold up the ceiling and-"

"the base is falling as we speak,we have to do this fast"

Remind him to close his eyes

They got out of the base,it crumbled just as they got out,if it weren't for Microzus's strength they would be specs of dust by now,SoundWave was comforting shockwave about the loss of the power supply,he really wanted to experiment with it,knockout is glad his Conjuixe is alive.

Remind him to close his eyes

Microzus forced herself to look angry so it would look real,hands into fists,flashing the sharp teeth, she wanted to make it look real

"RazorEzquivel,tell me why-if your plan really worked then we could've walked out there with the power supply"

"my lord I can explai-"

"Don't,you will not call me that anymore"

"I don't understand what your sayin-"

Remind him to close his eyes

Microzus gripped her servos on RazorEzquivel's shoulders so hard small leaks of energon could be seen flowing,the autobots have just arrived and are upset with the energon base being in shambles

Remind him to close his eyes

"you have failed me RazorEzquivel,you are no longer of use to me,besides shockwaves better at science than you are"

"What are you saying im-"

"Close your eyes HackRate,that way you don't have to see me hurt you"

A big bang,spilled energon everywhere,a bot on the ground with half his head blasted,terrified reactions,all so fast

"My lord,Why-"

"Don't.... Call me that,a lord would be ashamed of having a worshipper like you,you are banished from the decepticons,if i see you one more time i will permanently offline you"

The decepticons aren't the same without the small smart bit who would climb onto their leaders shoulder,the small bit who would make sure they get enough rest,the small bit who would share new information with them every day.

"Close your eyes HackRate"

The autobots are taking their time to adjust to the new member,some don't fully agree of straight away accepting him,though RazorEzquivel was never really an enemy to them as he was never part of the attackz that injured them,at least the autobots have a somewhat sane brainie now,

Ratchet is still pondering on how the frag he survived all that

[fivedollarfred]

4 and 5?

(sorry, my finger slipped and posted without explaining anything :p) Let's see...

4 was a improved tf2 fanfic document where I didn't have a plan, and just let myself write whatever came to mind really. I thought about making it a whole fic, but I decided against it because it seemed to get a bit too grim too fast. But since I don't think it'll ever be finished or posted, I'm fine with sharing a couple paragraphs from the story:

"A barrage of frantic mumbles filled the kitchen and dragged Scout out of his mind. Blinking from the sudden setting shift, he looked over to find Pyro at the entrance acting distressed. The masked merc was looking at Scout and whining with the noises the runner learned to associate with concern, and was pointing at the counter. He cocked an eyebrow, what was wrong with the counter? Scout looked down.

There was a fork in both of his hands. One was holding it in a white knuckled grip, the other had the fork digging into its back. Blood was oozing from punctures at a steady pace.

“S**T!” Scout hissed as he twisted the fork free. Pyro was just as horrified, as she was at his side instantly, tapping a light wet towel on his hand. It stung but not nearly as bad as the actual fork. Scout looked at the bloody utensil in his hand. When had he grabbed it? He didn’t mean to-"

As for 5, that is one of my own original ideas. I got inspired by a game called Deep Rock Galactic, at least when it came from dwarves with guns instead of axes and hammers, and thought up a post-apolitical fantasy world where the "elves" of this universe are basically these otherwordly being who conquer planets and are obsessed with "True Perfection", where they change and warp landscapes and the planets occupants into lifeless crystalline objects. The only remaining race standing against the elves are the dwarves who live beneath the barren earth. Once in tune with nature and could connect with the trees themselves, the dwarves were forced underground for their survival, having to adapt their ability to see through the roots of plants to the ores in stone to find precious metals that can slay the foul elves who've destroyed their once luscious world.