#Anyway you can say what you want about Chase but he saved the most lives of all the characters

[irenespring]

One has to appreciate Chase for talking the talk (saying this) and walking the walk (preventing a genocide by killing a dictator).

Let's bring this energy into the rest of 2025.

HOUSE M.D (2004 - 2012) I 1.05 - Damned If You Do

[pocketgalaxies]

the truth is that bells hells can talk all they want about being on the same page and sacrificing themselves for this greater cause but they haven't even figured out that they're all part of this cause for different reasons. and orym choosing to go on this mission because he lost his family to these people and he believes this group is the only one who can help save the world and his leader is asking him to is very different from imogen choosing to go on this mission because she eventually realized she could never, ever hope to outrun something that has been haunting and chasing her her entire life.

orym is asking for her to be ready to face the worst case scenario head-on because this is war, but for orym the worst case scenario is failure. for imogen the worst case scenario is far beyond that – it's giving up her soul to this entity and becoming complicit if not an active participant in the methodical destruction of the world. and it's betraying the warnings her mother has given her for years, and it's living but completely losing herself in the process, all in an attempt to protect a world that has been nothing but cruel to her and a pantheon of gods that has never loved her.

and how would she face the fact that she's spent so much time and energy trying to convince herself that her mother can't be saved and her mother is the enemy, with this external pressure from both the party and the most powerful people in the world that she has to be ready to kill her? what do you do when you've forced yourself to hate your own mother and end up becoming just like her anyway? and how can you possibly risk giving in when giving in would mean that you hated your mother for nothing?

and ashton says let's not pretend this isn't going to happen one way or another. when imogen has been desperately clinging to the hope that she can resist this and that she has a future, a life after this where she can live in a cottage with the love of her life and she can have peace. when imogen has believed with her whole being that losing laudna to delilah isn't an inevitability, and all she wants is the rest of the party to do the same for her and predathos, and they just won't. and then wonder why she is so terrified of facing predathos when he tempts her with the rarest, simplest pleasures of belonging, of being understood, of being believed in.

[sunny44]

You shouldn’t let her go

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton!girlfriend reader x Max Verstappen!ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: stupid Max, pregnancy

Summary: Max left his fiancée after years of relationship because he felt he couldn't stand being tied to someone anymore so after almost two years she shows up in the paddock with Lewis and he realizes he shouldn't have let her go.

Ps: just to make it clear, I am not in favor of the rivalry that is imposed on Lewis and Max, I know they are not friends but the reality does not match my stories, this is fiction so don't take it personally.

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When he decided that our relationship should end I thought he was joking.

For days and weeks I couldn't believe that this was real, but my mind was made up as soon as I saw pictures of him on the internet with women in parties.

It was then that I realized that our engagement was over.

I don't think I have ever suffered so much in my life, I never thought that I would be isolated for months.

I suffered so much that I started to stop eating, in the beginning I ate very little but as the days went by I decreased until I almost stopped completely but luckily my mother saved me from being at the bottom of the pit.

The first months were difficult, I had been used to our own routine for years and having to leave it suddenly was extremely difficult, in fact I was torn out of that routine.

I had to leave where I had lived for years since the apartment was his, I had to learn to take care of my place by myself since now there was no one else for me to share my tasks with.

But 5 months later I met someone, someone who made me have those feelings again, the feelings that I thought after Max I would never have again.

I already knew who he was and he also knew who I was but the fact that he was Max's enemy but leads meant that we never really talked.

Lewis and I had been dating for almost 9 months when he ask me to be his girlfriend and I remember being extremely happy that he was taking our relationship as seriously as I was.

And since that day we have been together and today would be the first time I could be in a formula one paddock since Max and I broke up.

Today was the Dutch GP and Lewis and I were on our way to the paddock, him and I had agreed early on in the relationship that we would only go public when we were comfortable letting the world know about us. I know how well this world works, if you don't do something people judge you and if you do something they judge you anyways.

And I knew what the fans would say that I was a hustler who only dates drivers and that since I got dumped by one I went after another.

But they don't know the half of it because the part where I suffered they don't care because one of the most coveted pilots became single so they can go after him and try their luck and some of them really do.

Most of them are like that, they go from city to city in nightclubs chasing silly girls who are willing to have their one minute of fame for being able to say that they fuck a formula 1 driver, but in the end this is nothing because in years of relationship he can forget you in one day so how long does it take for them to forget a simple fuck?

When we arrived in the paddock I could already feel my nervousness and so could Lewis, he knew I was afraid to come but not because I was here again or even because I had to see him.

But because of the fact that I would be judged for dating a driver who doesn't get along well with my ex for clear reasons.

But I'm already expecting that his fans don't like me.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me but I don't answer and just stare at nothing. "Hey, baby."

"Yeah?" I asked looking at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Again he asks and I don't answer. "I'm not sure we picked the right GP to do this."

"In this situation there is no right GP. But I think we picked the worst one." I say and he laughs. "Look they are going to hate me anyway with us showing up together today or in the next race so let's just get over with."

"That's the way to talk." He says cheerfully and we get out of the car.

When we got out of the car and were getting in it seemed like the world had stopped around the two of us, the flashes and noises of the cameras, the movement was so big that even some of the drivers that were scattered around looked and were surprised at what they were seeing.

Halfway there I felt Lewis taking my hand and intertwining our fingers and confirming what people were thinking.

We walked to the Mercedes garage and before we entered I could see him standing in front of the Red Bull garage with some people from the team talking to him but Max was more focused on me than on them.

When we got inside I went to say hello to the people from the team, some faces were already known but most I didn't know who they were.

"We have an unexpected visitor." I hear a voice behind me and I recognized it right away by the accent.

"Hi Toto, how are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"I'm great taking all the attention."

"It's almost as if Beyoncé is walking into the paddock."

"I felt like her." He laughs.

"I'm going to go change and be right back okay?" Lewis says and I nodded and he gave me a kiss before heading to his room.

"I'm going to get some coffee, will you let him know for me?" Toto agrees and I leave to get a cup of coffee.

Which I shouldn't have done if I knew Max would find me and come after me.

"Hi."

"Hi Max."

"Good to see you, you look great."

"Thanks."

"And how are you?"

"Fine."

"I haven't heard from you anymore."

"You wouldn't have had to know, you made it very clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore the last time we saw each other."

"And that was the biggest mistake of my life.”

"That’s your problem now." I said walking past him but he held my arm. "Can you let go of me?"

"Are you really with him or was that whole scene just to make me jealous?"

"Pay close attention because I'm only going to tell you once, you broke up with me and it was you who broke my heart. You don't know what the hell my life was like after you dumped me, so don't come to me wanting to know about my life because I don't owe you anything.”

"I'm sorry I was an asshole and I deserve that you are angry with me but seriously you are dating him? You didn't even like him."

"YOU didn't even like him Max I've never even spoken to him to draw those conclusions. And you are rivals on the track but off the track you have no connection."

"So you're dating a guy who hates me? After everything we've been through?"

"And after everything we've been through you dumped me like that for no reason at all so it looks like we're even." He looks at me with anger and sadness at the same time. "And for your information yes I am dating him and it's been a long time, it's not something recent that happened just so I could make you jealous. So leave me alone."

I turned to leave and after a few steps I stopped and looked at him.

"Actually I do owe you something.” He looked at me. "I owe you a thank you for breaking my heart years ago because then I could meet a guy who really loves me and who sees a future with me unlike you who only saw me as a trophy that you dragged everywhere."

Having said that I actually left and went to get a coffee which would actually be a tea since I was avoiding drinking too much coffee.

After buying the tea and a donut that I couldn't resist when I saw it I went back to the Mercedes garage seeing a super worried Lewis.

"Oh my God, where were you? I was worried when I came back and didn't see you here."

"I asked Toto to tell you I was going to get something to drink."

"He had to go to a meeting and must have forgotten."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"You look a little pale, is something wrong?" He asks, running his hand over my face and I know why I was pale but I wouldn’t tell him right before the race.

"I had a forced conversation with Max on the way over."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't hurt me he just wanted to know if we were really together or I was just using you to make him jealous. But I'm not." I hasten to say."

"I know don't worry about it, don't worry about him okay? He's not worth your time."

Lewis put his arms around my waist bringing me close to him and I held his face and kissed him until we were interrupted by the crew calling Lewis to get in the car because the race was about to start, he kissed me once more and went to the car.

I didn't remember how torturous and agonizing it was to have someone you love racing at over 300km/h, every time it seemed like someone was going to crash and I was scared to death that something was going to happen to Lewis but I knew that he was an excellent driver and had total control of what he was doing.

That was until he started to lose positions and that made me and the team worried because the car was the best of the weekend.

Max was first now and I could almost hear his laughter in my head and it really pissed me off.

"Y/n come here." I heard Toto calling me and Bono handing me a microphone.

"Why are you giving this to me?" I picked up the headset in confusion.

"He's nervous for some reason and we can't calm him down so try talking to him."

"Lewis can you hear me?" I ask after I put the headset on.

"Honey? What are you doing there?"

"You need to concentrate, what's going on?"

"I keep thinking about you and him, and it's distracting me. I'm afraid that after you talked today you might want to get back together with him.”

"Don't think about it, I love you and I'm never getting back with Max, understand? I couldn't even."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because me and our baby love you and we are here rooting for you too."

"Our baby?" he asks without understanding.

"I'm pregnant babe."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are we having a baby?"

"Yes we are." I could hear him laughing with happiness. "So go get him."

Right then he sped up and sped up as if his life depended on it and on the last lap he passed Max and the whole garage celebrated, when he crossed the finish line we all went in front of the podium where I went running with the team and stood right in front, he jumped out of the car and celebrated and then came running towards me and kissed me, he pulled me through the fence hugging me even tighter. He bent down and kissed my belly making me laugh through my tears and the look on Max's face that came second didn't go unnoticed, I don't know if it was me but their eyes seemed to shine with the tears but at the moment I didn't care because my happiness was there with me celebrating his victory.

Bonus scene!

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Yourusername After feeling lonely and unhappy for years I finally found someone who makes me feel like the most special woman in the world. I can't thank you enough for making me shine again and for making me a better person.

And now that our family is growing, I can only thank you for always being there for us, I love you so much.

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[ellestra]

Beyond the Wasteland of Vengeance

I just watched Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga and I loved it. It was hard at times as this is a harsh world and the rule of prequels tells us who has to die. But it was so worth it. We already know this is story of hope in the end. We know how Furiosa's Fury Road ends. It's starts with the same unrelenting determination (like the way she makes sure no one could tell of her home).

The cast is great (even if Chris Hemsworth fake face is somewhat distracting) but I think the most impressive was Alyla Browne who is Furiosa much longer than I expected for a film marketing Anya Taylor-Joy so heavily. She has some of the most badass parts (if you thought you hated Immortan Joe's sons before... well, thinking of their deaths is even more satisfying now). She is also made look so alike Anya that I initially missed the moment they switched.

But Immortan Joe and his band of monsters are just background creeps showing the decay of the world in general. The main villain is the one who took everything she loved from Furiosa. And didn't even remember half of it because he destroyed so many lives hers was nothing special. The one who set her on this path.

There is something sad about Dementus. You can almost feel, not compassion, but at least pity. You can see glimpses of a person he used to be before children died and you see how the end of the world destroyed him. It's like the voiceovers at the beginning describe what happened to his mind and soul when everything fell apart.

He's embodiment of that rot (and him going through white to red to black phases makes it even more clear). And he destroys everything he touches. At least the lords of Citadel, Bullet Farm and Gas Town built something. Something horrible and cruel but something. He can only destroy. He thinks finding Abundance will save him but he will only destroy that too. As I said, allegory.

Furiosa is his opposite because she doesn't let the cruelty of the world destroy her like this. She doesn't let the rot take hold of her and use her to spread. She never trusts the monsters surrounding her and she doesn't believe any of their promises. There is no safety in just letting them do that one thing. The cruelty will not end and will not be just that one thing.

I loved how she never stopped fighting. Not during her kidnapping. Not during her imprisonment. And then she found a way to escape one into another and then escape that one too. Using the very way those men wanted to poses her to plan her escape. Even when she loses her way home (figuratively and literally) to have her revenge it doesn't last. Even if she needed help in to follow her dream.

It's hard to trust in this world because a single act of kindness may cost you everything. But not everyone is evil. Even in Wasteland she finds someone who actually gives her help she needs. Someone she wishes to share her goal with. This films actually did "not all men" and it was great because it was earned but also because it helped explain why she would trust Max eventually. She already knew there are ones you can trust.

I tried to be pretty generic so far but behind this cut are SPOILERS for the very end (even though I don't say what it actually is - you can watch it yourself).

That ending was perfect both as foreshadowing who she will become but also as a callback to the beginning of the movie. Dementus tried to make her his daughter and use her to replace his children but she rejected him completely. Even if that was just swapping one monster for a bunch of even worse ones. And here at the ends he gloats about turning her into his daughter anyway. One in spirit anyway.

That like him she becomes creature of revenge and cruelty that nothing will ever satiate. Someone so obsessed with vengeance she will never stop even when the other side just want to leave (the mirroring of all the time he chased his prey and her chasing him was pretty nice). He thinks his death would just seal the deal because his suffering will never be great enough to soothe her pain.

You know, your standard - you will become like me spiel a villain does in moment like these. And lesser movies have heroes let villain go to prove them wrong (and then he tries to kill the hero anyway so the hero can have “my life was in danger” excuse to kill them anyway).

And she does lets him live but she doesn’t let him win. Once again she rejects him just like she did as a child. She remakes him into a symbol of her new purpose. She creates life out of a rotten man who did nothing but destroy lives of those around him. She makes him suffer for all the suffering he caused but that suffering is to build something new. And to create hope and future for those who have been abused by men like him.

And just like he asked she made it epic but as one last “fuck you” to him trying to control her story no one knows (well, almost no one). It’s epic and it’s a secret.

There is also something poetic that Furiosa eventually took over the Citadel - something he wanted so badly and never achieved. It retroactively made ending of Mad Max: Fury Road even better. And since it only took few days of them being gone he’s probably still there as she remakes it into the new Green Place.

[ominus-potato]

I'm sorry if I sound a bit ignorant/oblivious/rude but what caused the Mr. Puzzles X Mario ship? I see it everywhere and the art is adorable but I don't know what started it? Was it a specific scene? Some dialogue I missed? Or is it a crack ship?

(once again I'm sorry if any of this sounds rude whatsoever, I'm bad at wording things)

Not rude at all dude! Thanks for asking!

For me (and for most people in assuming) ig Marware started as a crackship since it’s really funny to imagine the big bad Mr Puzzles ended up swooning for the dumbass Italian that is Mario.

It’s also playing on the dynamic of smart logical character x the biggest idiot you can imagine. They are complete polar opposites in terms of design, personality, body type, height, brains, EVERYTHING!! They are complete opposites of one another. So ofc they gotta be shipper. Also, it’s great potential for funny moments and I just love making funny comics!

In terms of actual scenes, there is this scene from “no tv makes Mario go coo coo crazy” where he gives CPR to Mr Puzzles and clings to his face, calling him “Mi Amour” which translates to “My Love”. Mario even is willing to kill his own brother so that Mr Puzzles comes back to life. Ofc, Mario was being dramatic and didn’t actually KNOW it was a live person he was saying that to but it’s worth noting.

In terms of actual shipping material, I like to imagine that whilst Mario spend hours and hours watching TV (Mr Puzzles) alone, Puzzles eventually grew to appreciate his time with the Italian. He was the only person who truly loved all of his shows no matter how stupid they were. Mario is too dumb to form an opinion on a TV show so to him, all of Puzzlevision was worth 5 stars. In fanon, I think that would have meant a lot to Mr Puzzles and he would have then developed feelings for Mario that way.

Of course, he would get infuriated by Mario at times, especially when he was messing with his ratings. But despite constantly screwing up his 5 stars, Mr Puzzles kept putting Mario as a lead role in every single one of his productions. I dunno about you but Mr Puzzles to me seems smart enough to know that if a character is screwing up his ratings, he shouldn’t recast him. Yet he did. Every single time.

Let’s not forget that Mario absolutely loves TV. He doesn’t care about how evil the TV is. When he was chasing down Mr Puzzles, it was purely because he wanted to watch more TV. He wasn’t trying to save his friends in the beginning because he didn’t even realise they were in danger. And once everyone was safe, the very first thing Mario did was go and watch TV.

Since Mario can be such a nuisance, I love to imagine their interactions just being Mario bothering Mr Puzzles and him being unable to say no to him because deep down he knows he loves him. It’s playing into Mr Puzzles being such a pathetic villain that even the dumbest meme we of the crew can handle him easily.

He’s just an evil genius who loves his dumbass Mario 🥰

Anyway yeah! That’s more or less everything. It’s mostly a crackship but to me, I genuinely love it and it may possibly be my favourite SMG4 ship. Thank you for reading!! Take these Marware screenshots on your way out.

[crystaljellie]

Ithaca saga spoilers!! (me ranting about telemachus) I know i said i'd post this when the livestream comes out but I can't wait i'm too insane about it. The songs have dropped on spotify its good enough...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LIKE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY, TO SAVE THE SUITORS??? Like okay sure maybe he was like "throw down those weapons" just to convince them to stop and he'd kill them anyways.

But just!?! the idea that these people. these awful people. who hurt him. hurt his mother. dictated most of his life. these people who he's afraid of. he wants to spare them, he WANTS to save them. And mind you!! telemachus is very eager to fight people!! We've seen him in previous songs! we know what he's like. But the fact that he throws that to the side for whatever reason, maybe it's kindness maybe it's something else. maybe it's the fear of seeing them dead maybe he doesnt want to cause his father any more problems.

Maybe its because he doesn't know what he'll do next once it's over.

But he goes out of his way to offer them peace. And not only. do they say no. but then they try to use him as bait to get to his father!?!?

the ONE thing that he wants in life, is to be just like his dad, for his father to admire him, to be LEGENDARY. and now they're attacking him, using him against his father. God and in his eyes he must feel so so pathetic, so useless. He's meant to show his father how strong he is, how he's cool and still worth loving, and now he's being even more of a problem.

And god maybe he's going to die here, and maybe he's okay with that.

But he sounds SO desperate and so scared.

"Get off me! Get off me!" He's only 20, and over a hundred men must be chasing him, stabbing him, hurting him making a show of him. He's so scared and he can't do anything, because he's just one guy.

AND I HAVE BEEN LOOPING THAT PART AND IM SO SURPRISED NO ONE HAS TALKED ABOUT IT YET.

Like the first Get off me, sounds so angry and the second one sounds so afraid, hes not sure he can keep up this charade anymore.

They ARE holding him down, They ARE breaking him. and it's everything he fears.

And then his father shows up. and saves him?? and in a way that makes it even worse for him. because now his fathers first time seeing him. in 20 fucking years, is him pinned down and bleeding thanks to the people he's just let run around in his fathers place.

And then he's expecting his father to be mad at HIM, but he's not?! he's just worried for him, and misses him, and telemachus doesnt know how to process that because just like Odysseus, he is so used to being. alone.

I've literally only seen people talking about Athena showing up in telemachus reunion song with his dad and like??! WHY LOOK AT THE POOR BOY!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S SO DESPERATE TO SEE HIS DAD!! HE'S SO UNSURE OF HIMSELF AND INSECURE!!

20 years of waiting, and now he finally has a chance, at living this time. He no longer has to wonder, what it would be like to not be alone. He's been through so much, but his life is, really only just beginning.

[alkeneater]

Leaking the 3rd part bc we aren't finishing this anyway 🙄 (exclamation!2080)

Okay so there's some finished pages and most of others are only inked. No text, i usually add it in the end of the process, so i'll just explain some scenes briefly

PAGES ->

Just Gandhi parkouring. And he sees Frida's graffity!!!

"woah it seems familliar... ANYWAYS i have to go to the store!!" and drone almost crashes into him lol. Sooo he buys random snacks, annoys the worker and pays with the credit card they found earlier.

Gandhi is running back home, while Abe and JFK have a conversation. JFK feels comfortable here in their new shelter and doesn't want to go anywhere. Abe wants to take care of other clones that roam the streets alone. "I don't care about them", says JFK.

"wdym you don't care about others, you were worrying about cleo all day" - "NOT IT'S NOT THE SAME!!!! she's my gf, yknow!!!" - "but what if i, your bro, was living outside, on dangerous streets full of killer clowns and nukes..." - "OKAY fine do whatever you want". And then they randomly remember how they were forced to wear their cloneparents' outfits blah blah blah very funny

"guys, stop fooling around, i just found out why Cleo is sick" - "SPIT YO SHIT JOAN-" and suddenly Gandhi breaks in with a plastic bag "KAWABANGAAAAA here's your food" - "um and a ball?" - "HERE IT IS." so they sit at the table and talk about Cleo.

SNAKE BITES!!!! Can you guess whose snake it was... yeah... anyways Gandhi thinks it's a vampire LOL (abe: holy shit where's my axe). Also there's Edward from Twilight behind Joan at the bottom of the page. Abe believes Gandhi and screams something like "THAT MEANS OTHER CLONES ARE IN DANGER" and Joan comforts him telling that they'll save them later, after they take care of Cleo. And then JFK make a joke and they laugh. Haha. SCUDWORTH'S WALKING DOWN THE STREET.

"I miss the tower BC NOW I HAVE NOWHERE TO LIVE" - "shouldn't have sold your apartment for new laboratory equipment weeeesleeeyy" - "I HAVE PRIORITIES YKNOW" - "soooo you're friendless and can't even spend a night at someone's place" - "maybe... ugh... no, they don't want me back probably" - "hotel then? weeeesleeeyyy" - "wait is your battery low" - "yeah you forgor to charge me" - "SORRRYYYY I'M DUMB"

"QUICK, TO THE HOTEL, LET'S CHARGE YOU" and they walk away. Candide looks at them through the monitors. Looks like she can monitor some parts of the Exclamation city. She comes closer and sits in front of the monitors. Presses the alert button and talks into the microphone: "We're starting the operation in an hour. Shadow police, get ready."

THAT'S ALL.

Next parts were about Cleo seeing hallucinations bc of her illness, guys (abe, gandhi and jfk) having a walk outside, saving Van Gogh, but being chased by the Shadow police soldiers. Then they come back safe and sound thanks to Gandhi. Meanwhile Mr. B is charged, Scuddy sees the shadow police and goes looking for clones to warn them. He finds them in the shelter... and thet's all i've got. Only 4-5 parts. That's where my motivation died.

Hope you're not too sad about this, i'll rewrite my AU a little and maybe do something cooler than a comic lol.

Thanks for being with me tho! Stay tuned for more cyberpunk adventures!

[flo-zoinks]

what do you think Jack was doing between 1911-1914, besides taking care of Abi? I hc he read through Arthur/John’s journal, trying to learn more about who his father was, and who his late Uncle he hardly remembers was. Maybe Charles and or Sadie briefly came over to support Jack n Abigail (if they are alive. In my heart they are) and he listens to stories about their experiences on their own and w/ John. I love him he makes me so sad.. Jack Marston no one can make me hate you. <3

Hiiii!!!!! Thanks for asking me babes!!! ❤

JACK BETWEEN 1911-1914

About Charles and Sadie, one of my first posts I spoke about this in length, so I'll put the link at the bottom 😘

Jack by 1914 is seemingly fueled by anger. He claims so many times he has "nothing to live for anyway!", and the only think we see him actually go out and do is kill Edgar Ross. He knows the consequences of this, what with it being 1914 - far past the end of being able live as an outlaw/gunslinger successfully, and Ross still being chased and sought by the Pinkerton agency, and meaning Jack failed everyone around him who took part in his upbringing. Seeing as he chases after Ross the almost second his Mother dies, it shows he doesn't want his Mother to face those consequences too and see him do what she never wanted for her son.

So, until his Ma dies? What during? He has no real purpose, (save for taking care of her) that he feels he can do. So I believe he 'trained' himself, to ensure he could do the job he needs to when the time comes, and avenge his Father. He forces himself to perfect shooting, (being a talented gunslinger at the level of his father by 1914 whilst he could barely shoot in 1911 further proves this), and gets strong.

Everyone else around him has died, John, Uncle, those he barely remembers like Bill, Dutch, Javier, the list goes on. Used and abused by the system and the government, until thrown away like a toddler's used toy. Most of Jack's anger and hate is channelled into not being like this. Jack's voice lines speaking to lawman help show this, blaming them for his Father's death and calling them evil and vile. So during those years, whilst he festers and builds up this anger, he pushes and forces it into ensuring he won't end up like them, by getting better than those who died.

Jack, too, struggles with attachment. During a mission with him and John, he refuses to let John help him shoot, saying he'd just better learn himself considering how John would just leave them again. Jack, his whole life, has seen people promise to always be there for him, only to leave time after time again. By 1911, when his Father has fully left him, Uncle has fully left him, he has nobody but his Mother. So I imagine during those years Jack forces himself to be more cut off from society, as a defense to make sure nobody could enter his life again with false promises, only to abandon him. This is excluding Abigail, of course, who has been next to him and alone with him his entire life. To him, his Mother is like an extension of him. He never went to school, or had friends his age, so never had a reason to leave his Mother for more then 10 hours.

Anyway, Jack during these years I imagine becomes totally isolated, to avoid vulnerability and being abandoned again. He teaches himself to be self-reliant, to take care of himself and his Mother as he now knows better then to trust.

I do believe however, as I'll link too at the bottom in reference to a previous post, Jack was obsessed with finding out his past. And a key to that would be Bonnie, Charles and Sadie. Sadie and Charles probably offered to stay and help Abigail I presume, to run the ranch. And considering how the ranch is still working and owned by Jack in 1914, you can assume one of the three did help for a while. Bonnie could've the easiest, paying Beecher's Hope over the years in exchange for some farm services probably. So over the years, he works for Bonnie to keep the ranch working and provide for his Mother, whilst simultaneously trying to learn more about John's life and how much it impacted him.

Having no Father now, and a widowed Mother, Jack too during the times was probably forced to become the "man of the household". I imagine he tries to become his Father, which he both hates and wants at the same time. On one hand, feeling like his Father makes him feel angry and grossed with himself, as it's a man who abandoned him, and someone nobody should want be with his obvious flaws. But on the other hand, Jack has no sense of personal identity anymore, and feeling like his Father makes him feel like he's something bigger, or even important and worth while. He feels a duty, to become the man who died for him, and to step up for his Ma.

So I imagine Jack too during the years when he learns about John, makes subconscious choices to change his character to better match his Father, maybe some even without realising. He knows its happening, but doesn't see the choices he makes outright. Small mannerisms, clothing choices, speech patterns are all slowly shifted to resemble his Father. Even more than he did already as his son, too. During voice lines in 1914, he shouts like "I'm John Marston's boy!" At enemies, which I think highlights how much he intends and tries to live in his shadow, or become more, the next John.

Course he still also hates his Father, but emotions are never as simple as binary

Does this make sense ??? 😭🙏thanks for asking me though genuinely!!! I love all asks, and especially rambling ones ab rdr 😭❤ THANK YOU HUNEY BOO

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: News often travels fast within the energon mines between every miner. It's become a personal community of sorts. So when news catches wind of a new figure in the mines, D-16 ends up being the last to find out about this matter. And much to his surprise, D-16 comes face to face with the new bot!

■ ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Cursing, brief mentions of death, pre-exile/pre-canon, oc x canon

✎ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4,972

ׂ╰┈➤ A/N (if needed): Helloo, so with this there might be some inaccuracies? Maybe? It's more of just language-wise and term-usage. I think I might js bounce back and forth with using cybertronian and just standard English-terms for things. I don't want my readers to be bouncing back and forth on the transformers dictionary constantly as much as I did 😭. ALSO, you do NOT understand how many times I had to watch the movie to check how accurate I was on their MINING??? Anyways, enjoy <33

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D-16 considered himself to be one of the more well-informed bots down in the lower sectors when it came to information.

Sometimes.

That is, if you consider the conveniency of how close he accidentally ends up being to one of his fellow peer or two when they've begun to spun up a little rumor-- that just happens to catch his interest, even if a little.

Whether it'd be mentions of a collapsed tunnel, the loss of another miner to said-collapsed tunnels, someone getting promoted--fired--hired, anything really. He'll have heard it, just as much as anybody else had in the operations below ground.

Information was as valuable as it was freely given sometimes, unconditionally--to the ones who humbled themselves as the "non-nosy" type and those who drank every word to the slightest sliver of the news temporarily unheard.

Someone would say something and suddenly, everybody down in every sector would know about that--something.

There wasn't really much to blame though with how rapid news spread about down in the mining operations.

None of the miners really went up to the upper levels, much less to be around in Iacon City, if at all--save face for a few, or if special arrangements and events were being taken place that allowed for the low-caste bots and miners to attend too.

But generally, heading up to the upper sectors was... Almost a privilege in a way. Visits up to the top, were rare and few. Some of the miners he'd known for most of his life cycle had only been outside of the mines solely for work-related measures, and even then it was brief--save space for Orion who'd disappear occasionally to chase after something that'd reprieve his boredom.

Naturally, the question on whether--"is this necessary and/or contributing to work?"--was constantly hardwired into their processor to think on every waking act. And if it wasn't?--Whatever action or initiative was going on should be promptly halted, work in the mines must always come first, that was simply just protocol. (Even if unsavory and neglecting of their own personal wishes and wants to see the floors above, ones devoid of the same faces of work peers, rocks, lifeless machines churning away at the belts, and ore-filled carts.)

So to hear of information often revolving around the mining operations was a rather common practice rather than to hear about anything up on the above ground level, lest it came in the form of a live transmission from Sentinel Prime himself.

And besides, whatever happens in the mines usually stayed down in the mines only, for better or for worse.

Not that anybody from the above ground level cared to pay much of a mind what happens down below, so long as every bot got their energon. They don't bother to ask how the process is done, it's only when do they get it and whether they can at all.

D-16 grunted, his tool struck against the stone, and sparks decorated the space that surrounded. His drill began to pummel its way through the stone in search of ore. The chisel of his drill ate away at the rubble, carving into it and demanding for its very own passage around the designated space until all that came loose in the end was am energon ore, raw and yet to be refined. The jackhammer he bore slowly came to a halt, a soft hiss escaping with his sigh of relief. it was slowly resorting to an idle position once his digits came free from the trigger. He reached forth to collect the bounty, nudging aside loose pebbles and dust to pluck up the cube and examine it.

It was fairly sized, small if anything but it would do. Anything to count for his fair share of the workload... And most of Orion's, as D-16 swept his helm left and right and even spun around to search for the bot but when his eyes scanned no sight of the familiar red and blue mech (even under the darkness of the cave). D-16's optics dimmed in realization that his mining buddy had fled off elsewhere for the time being to avoid the work shift for now, making a mental countdown on how long it'd take before he'd get his skid-plate hauled back into line. It'd been the fourth sudden take-off this month alone.

D-16 started to walk back and lazily chucked his ore in with the rest within the cart, an audible clatter resounded before the pile welcomed the new piece. The mech circled on back to where he first found the ore, burrowing through more of the space in hopes that one small pebble could lead to a bigger vein within.

. . .

Hours had gone by since his grueling search and so far, D-16 had only managed to find two underwhelming veins that lead to a moderate sized deposit. It was easily cleared out and thrown to the rest within the pile, that was now being pushed right back up to the entrance of the opened channel. He grunted and took to the rear position, having denied the initial assistance from most of the other miners to haul the load back to the entry point for refining.

Despite the heavy weight of the energon, there was also the weight of pride that lingered in his chassis somewhere. In his processor, he knew well that the heavier the cart, the more efficient and productive he'd been today! Which... Sparked some form of happiness in his endeavors, a trickling taste of enthusiasm for the day's accomplishment that would lead him to getting promoted, hopefully... One day, but it was a thought, nonetheless.

D-16 would tell himself the same thing day in and day out, punch in, get as much work done, refuel, and then hit recharge, wake up, repeat, and eventually it'll have been all worth it for something. Whether it was a shiny pin and a promotion to the upper levels, or mere praise from his supervisors (which came very rare to nobody's surprise). It gave him something to work hard for--motivation--an incentive, and with Sentinel Prime's constant emphasis in the importance of their work as miners, it gave him a sliver of motivation. (And perhaps it left D-16 exploring on the dream that maybe one day, he'd be able to hear Sentinel Prime say it himself to D-16 on how proud they were, personally, for his work. His efforts alone. It was a far-fetched idea, but an idea he entertained--embarrassingly than once but he'd never let that secret touch daylight).

It was a thankless job, but through the thick of it, D-16 had to persist. For Iacon, he thought, and if not, for Cybertron.

Soon enough, the cart managed to reach the open entry point and he raised his helm once the cart was taken off of his servos to be guided onto the conveyer belt, a quick "thank you" exchanged here and there. Before he turned around, ready to dive back into the channels until the sounds of a virtual beeping came overhead, and an intermission crackled from the speakers, "All mining units, cease operations. You've got an hour of intermission, refuel, recharge, and then return to work," a gruff voice resounded, before a crackle emitted as the intermission promptly ended with no further regard.

A symphony of relieved sighs could be heard once the announcement ended, and then, a steady line of miners began to pour from the open maw of the tunnels, flying on and marching out in rows. Steady and idle chatter began whilst D-16's shoulders drooped, he'd hoped to had gotten in one more round back in the tunnels but, a break was a break and who was he to deny to that?

After all, with the audible creak that came from his stiff joints and the tension in his wires. D-16 thought it would do him some good to begin some self-maintenance, and refueling sounded quite appealing at the moment.

His yellow optics searched for Orion Pax amidst the traveling sea of helms and workers departing as he slowly merged into one of the lanes, loosely calling out in hopes that the mech had returned from his endeavors, "Orion! Orion where are you??"

No response, yet.

Determined, D-16 continued to pass through the walls and lines of moving bodies, "S'cuse me... Pardon me... I'm so sorry-" Left, right, behind, was where he whipped his helm nearly spinning it while, gently pushing his way through to find his companion, monitoring through the waves that slowly diminished and began to sift itself out as workers broke off to go to their recharging stations, refueling hubs, or anywhere else really. He couldn't care less at the moment, more eager to find Orion Pax at the moment, so long as he hadn't already ran off to indulge in another one of his personal escapades.

He carefully navigated his way through the crowd, keeping his audial receptors and optics peeled for just one particular red and blue bot, picking up most of the conversations here and there:

"... Hey did you hear? There's a new bot down in the mines..."

"... Really? Is it a new miner?... Or just some lame old boss bot like Darkwing?..."

"... Shhh, careful. He might j'st be right behind ya..."

"... Heard she's not from Iacon..."

"... I don't even think she's meant to be down here..."

"... Who'd want to come down to a place like this? Must'a gotten some sort of malfunction up in their processor to-"

Suddenly, something clapped onto his shoulder-plates and pulled him back abruptly, the audible clang nearly ringing into his audial receptors, startling D-16 from his focus as he appeared to have gotten himself too focused on the passing current of whispers, reeling back to reality. The catch of rumors stowed away into the back of his processor. D-16 staggered, then twisted around, meeting to a set of familiar blue optics and a brightened grin. D-16 sighed and shook his helm, "Orion..." He began, almost with a breathless sigh from the near spark-attack, a slight chide in his tone far too exhausted to stand alone in his voice, but relief filled his tired gaze.

"Dee! Hey! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Orion Pax exclaimed, throwing an arm over his shoulder-plating and nudging him closer.

"Looking for me? Pff--I've been looking everywhere for you," D-16 insists after rolling his optics, gently pushing him back, "where the hell were you?"

"Ohh, wait until I tell you this!--" He said, holding D-16 by the pauldrons, suddenly guiding him elsewhere once Orion's blue optics spotted something behind D-16. And before the mech himself could catch a glimpse on what his close friend had seen. He was hurried off in another direction towards the refueling hubs, merging with the bundle of bots nearby.

Most of the miners had been used to Orion's antics, D-16 being the most well aware of them all, and like many would suggest.

Trouble always happens to find Orion more than he found it, and now? One could only guess that the trouble was currently sweeping the working grounds for Orion at the moment, leaving D-16 to place an arm around the back of Orion's neck to play his role of getaway, silently ushering him to move faster.

"C'mon! I wanna get some energon first, and then, I'll tell you all about it, It was crazy!" Orion spoke, lowering his voice as if it'd make them any less suspicious.

"Crazy, huh? No less than usual?" D-16 shook his helm and quietly laughed, looking over to the bot, "Got into some trouble again?"

"Ooh!... You bet, and big time," He said.

"I just hope I don't have to bust my skid-plate to pull you out of it this time..." D-16 noted, a slight drag to his tone, mentally counting just how many times he'd already done just that already--within a week or less so far. Orion Pax chuckled on and guided his mining buddy off down the path, offering little to no reassurance that this wouldn't happen again, but for now?

D-16 indulged to it, looking back every now and then to make sure they hadn't been tailed by any angry-looking bots.

. . .

The intermission came to a close, and eventually each bot was sent back into the mines. So with that, D-16 took to his drill once again and went down with the rest of the mining crew into the newly opened channels. The very minerals that made up the caves parted far them, presenting open pockets of ore that peaked out from the earth between, to which they went at within the first sight of it with starved drills and cutting edges. Buzzing and minerals chipping away filled the atmosphere around, with the occasional shouts and requests here and there for assistance. The hours dragged on, rolling by within the blink of an eye. Every passing minute was punctuated by the clatter of ore filling the cart until the metal wailed along the journey back up to the exiting point again, only for another to replace the cart soon enough.

D-16 was off on his own occupied chase, drilling into the minerals with desperation, a droplet of coolant ran down the side of his face. He had spotted a trace of a vibrant blue glow pulsating between the crevices and struck down with determination, breaking away the minerals as it forced through the stone, gutting and burrowing deep until he had reached the fruits of his labor, a large chunk of energon became exposed to the open air. It was larger than his last initial findings, nearly around half his frame, "This should do..." He sighed, leaning back for a moment to wipe the condensation off of his forehead, before chipping away at the massive chunk down to sizable halves before leaning his drill to the side to haul it back in his arms. He grunted, lowering for a moment before tossing the chunk over the wall of the cart and then repeated with the other. His success coming off in the sound of harsh crash of chunks and rocks, watching the pieces roll to the edge with a dull thud before it settled.

He dusted his servos off and nearly resumed back to work, only pausing as he collected his drill off from the stone wall to look over to the space beside him, "Hm?"

He paused in his work and glanced over, noticing to a bot who'd been struggling for quite some time, using to the same tools he did but with... Less efficiency, and expertise.

He wasn't sure if they had realized it, but they were holding their drill... Upside down, somehow managing regardless to maintain in using it and scoring a few measly pebbles and a few pieces capable of fitting into a servo, out of shear luck or spite somewhere. He was impressed by the odd sight in a way, nearly speechless.

He continued to stare on for a moment longer, merely marveling at how this bot was even managing as he watched them. They stood in the dark, devoid of using their headlamp, but with gritted teeth and determined optics that pierced the dim lighting around. She persisted.

. . .

The femme pulled back and for a moment, took to a deep sigh, her digits nearly loosening around the trigger from the coolant build-up, making her palms all slick and gross much to her internal protests and grimaces. She loosened her hold on the item and it settled--or rather slipped onto the ground beside her with a gentle "clunk!" and her shoulders drooped, looking to the fruits of her labor.

She nudged a few crumbled bits of rocks with her digits, trying to check whether any was "good enough" but, the femme hadn't really spent enough time before down below, looking at unprocessed energon ore to know a thing or two on what counted as "good" or "bad", nor the worth.

After a minute or two of fishing around between her remains, all she could find was supposedly one light shard of energon ore and a hundred littler... pieces... pebbles? She shortly estimated their worth to be rather appealing enough to skip across an oil stream at best, watching the pieces fall between the gaps of her fingers.

"... Slag," She whispered, so maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.

Regardless, she threw her pieces up into the cart above, landing one and losing a couple from a few misses (to which she proceeded to chase and pick up again in mild embarrassment) before spending her time pinpointing accuracies on the arch of her throws. Once done, she steadily returned to her work, wiping the coolant off her palms against her skirt-plate, collecting dust and dirt that clung stubbornly. She huffed at the sight but found it to be useful at least, now that her hands were no longer leaving her tools to slip free from her fingers even if it was a little gross...

Okay, maybe not just a little--very, very dirty and gross.

The femme took to the drill and hoisted it up, accidentally pulling down the trigger for a second and scaring herself halfway to death once it struck against the rock and rattled loudly, leaving her to squeak in surprise. She remained frozen and embarrassed herself once again, internally smacking herself in the processor, before fixing her grip on the weapon and then hurriedly looked to her sides in fretting hopes that nobody had noticed her slip-up.

Once safe and certain, she was about to return to the task, sucking in a breath until, a hesitant hand came into her line of sight, followed by a stream of light.

She paused, looking over to follow the white lighting emitted before meeting to the source, standing in silent shock once she met gazes with a pair of bright, yellow--almost orange optics.

The yellow lenses stared back at her and for a moment, the hue deepened and she found herself lost in watching the rings of their optical lense spin slowly--her own silently responding in turn to take in the light.

And for a moment, all she could think of was how pretty they looked, under the dim lighting and soft, contrasting, blue, darkness that surrounded. She could never quite recall the last time when she'd seen a bot outside of her own family, carry optics such as these.

She lingered in her awe, holding her gaze and softly gasping once she realized she'd been staring too long. The monochromatic mech's servo retracted back at her sucked in breath, just as equally fretful of the idea of spooking her.

They both lingered in awkward silence, before he reached out again, keeping his digits distant from her own. The mech pushed his words out first, hastily before he'd become interjected, "Here, uh. Let me help you," He began, and at her tensed silence.

He reached out and carefully laid his servo over her own, guiding it when she had released the death-grip around the handle. He glided his fingertips along the steel and briefly persuaded her into forfeiting the drill on over to D-16 who rotated it around and handed it back to her. She gazed over with confusion riddling across her expression, the inner rings of her optical receptors glowed and rotated to adjust in the sight of the tool's rotation. She held to it and ran her gaze over what she could, squinting and forcing her optics to brighten a little further to see.

At this point, D-16 grew to notice that the femme before him didn't bear any kind of mining light upon her helm, and leaned forward slightly to focus his helm on positioning the lighting over the handle of her drill so she could see. He awkwardly shuffled close to her back and side to help lift the drill up, taking her servo into his own and securing it around the trigger. He made careful gestures to make sure at the very least not to push down the trigger from gripping her servos too hard,

He could feel her frame stiffen briefly against him and with that he tried to reassure her, "I-It's okay, I just... Need you to hold it like..." He trailed off, lifting the end of the drill up over her shoulder and guided the tip to touch into the slight hole she made earlier during her personal scare. He fixed her servos positionings with his own and she watched to him carefully, nodding with every silent lesson he gave and watched every point he gestured with, "This." D-16, now firmly making sure her position was secure, pulled back to give her a bit of room, and pointed to the back of the equipment.

"The end of the drill's gotta... go here, hovering just over your shoulder. I don't recommend resting it completely onto there unless your servo's off the trigger. It sometimes leaves scratches from the impact and from the intense, repetitive motions... a little," He informed, slowly finding his words, and to that she nodded slowly, glancing to her shoulder-plate to make sure she hadn't suffered that mistake yet and resumed to the position he guided her to take, breathing out slowly. She eyed at the placement in the stone, noticing to the bare glow beneath.

D-16 monitored her, and walked back to retrieve his own drill, marching back once she began to carry her drill with confidence, before pulling the trigger and digging back into the earth,

He watched the sparks fly and with that, he pushed for conversation to help loosen the atmosphere even more, "... First time using it?" He asked.

She anxiously shifted between watching where her drill went and to the mech beside her, giving a meek nod before eyeing back to the cracking stone, "... M-mh, yeah, actually." The femme responded.

D-16 nodded and struck to the sight of a glowing energon ore peaking out on his side, letting his own drill bury through and pursuemthe trail. In the meantime, he wanted to at least get to know the new face beside him as recollections of the rumors he had heard before hand began to resurface at the top of his mind. His optics scanned over her for a moment. Her frame was darkened all over, making her nearly one with the underground environments she was within. Her lack of helm-lights was odd initially, but upon further inspection. She bore no jetpack either.

How was she meant to escape a potential tunnel collapse?--maybe she forgot it up at the surface?

But that's dangerous and unaligned from safety protocols!

Nonetheless, he kept calm with a twinge of concern for the newbie, his expression scrunched, "... First time... Down here in... General?" He asked, tilting the word on his glossa slightly, biting back in cautious hopes he hadn't offended the femme if she wasn't new.

The bot paused in her drilling, and looked over, before avoiding his gaze with a slight purse of her lips, "... Is it... that obvious?" She pushed back, almost defeated, as though her act had already crumbled before it could begin.

"Oh no, not at all. It's just--I-I don't think I've ever seen you around down here before," D-16 said, hoping to ease the defeated look in her optics.

Her lowered optical ridges raised up, and lessened into a more understanding expression, bobbing her helm slowly. Her grip on the implement readjusted once again, raising it up, until D-16 held out a servo to stop her. She froze and looked beneath to where her drill pointed to and hurriedly scanned the area for any mistakes. D-16 lowered his drill again and wandered over, guiding the edge of the drill into the ground and gestured her closer, "Here," He advised, before taking to his own drill to provide example.

"You have to hit it at an angle like--this--so it kind of sinks in properly," He informed once more, pulling back and pointing, "there's nothing wrong with the way you're doing it, but if you want it to stay still a little easier and maybe not carry as much of the weight then, it helps." He shrugged, before stepping back once again to give her some space. She nodded and narrowed her optics, searching for a designated spot to test out the method.

"Hit here," D-16 pointed, tapping the front of his drill against the stone to light a few sparks so she could see it, "and try to go for kind of a slightly tilted angle instead of keeping it directly vertical or straight, maybe like a light degree in-between,"

She bobbed her helm lightly, steeling herself once again and struck into the targeted area, pulling the trigger as it began to fill the air between them with an audible "rat-tat-tat!" sending small stars and sparks up from repetitive collision of steel to stone, as well as dust and pebble.

Moments later, the ore loosened from the stone, crumbling away enough for her to scramble and retrieve to the reward of her achievements with brightened optics and a smile that stretched from one audial receptor to the other. She dropped her drill for a moment and reached down to collect the material, curling her arms around the hefty chunk, a soft "hmmf!" escaped her as she strutted back to the cart, dipping into a crouch to amplify her jump and throw, pacing back and forth until all the ore she had mined out was finally cleared.

The femme looked up happily to D-16, the look of gratitude came in the form of her sparkling optics before the words had even yet to settle, a slow smile mirroring onto his lips from her own. He chuckled and reached down to pick up his own finds, wandering over to the cart to dispose it with the rest.

He looked over to the femme beside him and smiled, "see? All you needed was a little help with your technique. Now you don't have to struggle as much and you'll use less energon while at it,"

She hummed in acknowledgement, hastily nodding, “… T-Thank you kindly,” she remarked, a soft accent tucked beneath her words that tried to hide itself. The need for assistance wounded her sense of independency, but it was warmly welcomed nonetheless. She'd have preferred the help over making herself look like an even bigger fool than she was being mere moments ago. She clasped her servos together, digits entwined and folded formally before her, fidgeting “I-I don’t know how to repay you, stranger,” She admitted truthfully, averting her gaze for a moment, only for it to to light up when she noticed D-16's drill drew nearest to her side, retrieving to it and strutting right back to him.

He tilted his head slightly while he watched her return his tool. He chuckled a little more and crossed his arms, amused by the shy gestures, "you're welcome, though you don't need to pay me back really if that was your intention. I just wanted to help. What's your... Designation, anyways?" He asked, taking to his implement from her servos, leaning it on his shoulder for the time being.

“Silversong…” She replied, finally looking back to D-16. Silversong smiled with her optics, the very edges of her eyes slightly raising with the gentlest pull of her cheeks to perform the warm expression, “… And you, stranger?”

He smiled at her in turn, his expression a little worn out but it didn't stop him from offering a gentle expression back. His optics softening at the sight. He then placed his hand to his chassis, introducing himself, "I'm D-16. Nice to meet you, Silversong."

A trickle of humor ran through him and in the moment. He kept his hand to his chest and bowed his helm, nearly dipping the front of his frame in a regal manner.

Out of surprise, Silversong softly chuckled at his little bow, amused by the rather friendly gesture. She raised a servo to conceal her lips and thought for a moment. She wanted to continue talking, maybe longer if she could but the moment was severed into two and the reminder came in the form of another bot who had arrived, clapping D-16 on the shoulder-plate with a loud "clang!".

Silversong had nearly forgotten that there was work to be done, and internally deflated once the moment of reprieve slipped from her. But still, she persisted in her idle expression, watching the interaction. D-16, in his confused state twisted his helm to listen to--who she assumed was a friend of D-16.

"C'mon, Dee! I just found a rich energon vein over here, if we mine this, we'll probably be able to take the rest of our shift off for the day!” Orion Pax exclaimed optimistically, almost dragging D-16 away, unaware that he was talking to someone.

D-16 stiffened and felt his pedes drag a couple inches into the ground as Orion seemed determined to show him this energon vein, looking up to Silversong, who only bid him farewell in the form of a slow wave and a reserved smile. He would've returned the gesture, but by then she had already looked away.

D-16 slowly turned around to right himself back onto his pedes and fell into line beside Orion, looking behind him before, shaking his helm at Orion's blind optimism. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd hope that Silversong didn't think of his sudden departure as rude or anything... Stealing another quick glance back and--she was gone.

His lips pursed and his optics dimmed, sighing. He looked over to Orion and recovered his expression to an exasperated smile, rolling his optics, "Yeah, yeah..." D-16 cracked his knuckles and briefly went back to pick up his drill, dragging it along.

"I hope you're not just lying so we don't have to mine as much. Let's just just hurry and get this done with,"

[itsthestutterforme]

Love to Break You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Prompt Credit @mostlyheinous : “I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “Eyes on me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this is not a beta’d read, sexual themes (oral sex, fingering, p in v penetration, mirror sex), MINORS DNI, use of pet names

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“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s the party of the year. What else do you have planned on a Friday night?” Your friend, Sapphire jested. “It’s Rafe’s party. I’m not going.” “That literally doesn’t matter. You probably won’t even see him.” You huffed, handing back her blunt and standing from the sand of the beach. “What’s your problem with him anyway?” She called after you, putting out the blunt in the ashtray and stuffing it into a plastic bag as she scrambled to pack her stuff up.

You were only a few blocks from Pope’s house. You’ll probably spend the rest of the night playing Resident Evil, not going out to some stupid party. You waited until she caught up to answer, “Him and his friends are always dicks to my cousin, Pope. The Kook and Pogue rivalry is so stupid.“So what?” “If you even need to ask that, you’re a lost cause.”

“Okay look, Pope and his friends are Pogues. Rafe and his friends are Kooks. They’re always going to have a rivalry. Don’t let that get in the way of you having fun.”

“If that’s your way of making me feel better, you suck at it.” “I’m just saying, loyalty to your cousin is what’s going to turn you into a Pogue like them. And believe me, that’s the last thing you need.” “I’m already a Pogue, what are you talking about?” “Barely, you have a full time job and save up for things. Which is more than I can say for Pope and his friends.”

“Watch it,” you warn. “You walk around here like you have a stick permanently lodged up your ass. Go to the party. Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. Live a little! Damn.” She lectured. “Or don’t. I’m not your fucking parent.” She bumped your shoulder and she walked passed you to cross the street.

“Bitch,” you heard her say from across the street. “Fuck you,” you shouted and she flipped her middle finger up at you. You sincerely debated chasing after her and drop kicking her but that would probably land you in a jail cell. Someone’s sharp whistle caught your attention. Your head whipped over to see Rafe on his dirt bike. “Isn’t that the fifth friend you told to fuck off? Not the most social person, are ya?”

“How about you do me a favor and do the same, huh?” You continued to walk down the block when you heard an engine rev and a blur of tires made it’s way into your vision. You stumbled into the front of bike and saw a smirk make its way onto his face. “You coming to my party tonight?” “What point of fuck off do you not understand?” “I’ll go once you answer my question,” “I’d rather jump into a pool of shattered glass,”

You pressed the kill switch on his bike and side stepped around him when he let go of his bike fast enough to trip you. You reached out for the fence to stabilize you before sending a glare over your shoulder. “You know, I would leave you alone but you’re so fun to piss off… And it’s kinda hot.”

He picked up his bike and sent you a kiss before switching the bike on and peeling off the curb. You fucking hated that guy.

**

You were zoning out while you waited for the Xbox to sign in when you heard a faint freak of your bedroom door opening. You looked up to see JJ clearing his throat. “Shit, I didn’t know you would be in here.” You waited a moment before saying, “Well it is my room.” “Right, well uh- we’re heard to Rafe’s party later if you want to come.” He offers, adjusting the white cap he was wearing.

“Is everyone going to that stupid party? Why are you guys going?” “To stir up some trouble,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “Just sayin’. I know fighting is kind of your thing. And there’s definitely going to be a fight or two there.” “You don’t say?” He hums in agreement. “Where there’s Pogues and Kooks, there’s always gonna be a fight.” He answers with a shrug.

Pope comes into the doorway and scratches the back of his neck. “Why do I feel like you guys want to ask me something?” You set down the controller and lean back on your hands while you wait for a response. JJ’s gaze fell to your breasts that we’re spilling out of the racer back crop top you were wearing.

Pope noticed his friends gaze and elbowed him in his ribs. “Ow! What the fuck man,” JJ whined. “Stop checking her out,” “What? She’s hot, dude. I’m sorry.” They conversed like you weren’t within earshot of them. “What do you want?” You asked. “We were wondering if you can give us a ride to the party,” Pope suggests.

Sapphire’s words rattled around your head. “Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. “Fine,” you said, clapping your hands on your thighs before standing. “When’s the party?”

**

“We leave at midnight and not a minute later,” you tell the group of teens like you weren’t only two years older than them. “Wait you’re coming inside?” JJ asked. “Yeah, why not?” “Sick,” he fist pumps, earning an eye roll from Kiara. You took the keys from the ignition and tucked it into your pocket along with your phone.

You wore a simple black sun dress with roses on it and sandals. Your curly, short hair was still damp from the shower you just took. As soon as you set foot on the gravel driveway, you smell firewood and booze. JJ got you a drink as you sat by the fire pit and John B passed you a J.

You were beginning to enjoy yourself and little did you know Rafe’s eyes were on you the entire time. He was half listening to girl next to him and peered at you over the edge of his solo cup whenever he took a sip. His jaw clenched when you laughed at something JJ said and JJ leaned a little closer to brush shoulders with you.

He let it go on for about thirty minutes before he lost his patience. He waited until you left to go where he assumed was the bathroom. Rafe gave a look to Topper who immediately knew where he was going with this. “Time to take out the trash, boys.” Rafe starts as he stands from his chair and shakes off the girl on his arm, Kelce and Topper followed.

“Hey Sarah, what are you doing these days?” Topper asks, leaning over the chair behind her. “Getting over you, Top.” John B answered for Sarah. “Looks like JJ’s gotta pant busting crush on Y/N, Rafe. Isn’t she your girl?” Kelce jests. “No the fuck she isn’t.” JJ stood from his chair and got in Kelce’s face. “You need to leave her out of this,” Pope suggests.

“Or what, Pogue? You’re gonna hit me? You don’t have to balls.” Rafe smiled when he saw you cross the cobblestone patio to where the confrontation was happening. “He isn’t, but she is.” John B starts, and you decked Kelce in the face from the side. You sent him stumbling backwards where he tripped over a chair.

“Hell yeah!” JJ exclaims and Rafe punched him in the stomach while Topper shoved John B to the ground. “The fuck is going on here?” You start. Rafe wasted no time picking you up while Kelce called other guys to jump into the fight with the Pogues. “Y/N!” Pope yelled after you while you dangled from Rafe’s shoulder.

“Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you!” You shouted to Rafe and he chuckled as he completely ignored you. He tightened his grip on your legs the more you tried to break free. He finally opened a room and set you on the bed gentler than you anticipated.

“Have you lost your mind?” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m leaving,” you stood from the bed and he pushed you back onto it. “Don’t touch me,” you stood up and stepped up to him, not caring if you needed to look directly upwards to look into his eyes.

“Touch me again and I’ll make an example of you like I did your friend.” He audibly laughs and took a step closer to you. His warm chest pressed against yours but you didn’t dare to step down. “God, you’re fiesty. I love it. I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “You’re not breaking anything,”

“Tell you what, let’s make a deal. We’ll wrestle for it. I win, you have to stay the night with me. You win-“ “I win, you and your friends leave me and my family the hell alone.” You interrupted, shoving your chest against his. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his gaze darken and noticed that he didn’t move an inch when you attempted to shove him.

“Deal,” he starts. “Deal,” the next second, you moved to punch him but he grabbed your wrist. You used the other hand and he did the same thing. “Come on, Y/N. I thought it was going to be harder than this.” He taunts. “Fuck you!” You twisted your wrist outward and broke free of his grip. Sending a drop kick to his abdomen, he stumbled a bit and you tried to make a break for the door but he beat you to it.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and sent you clear across the room onto the bed. He was on you in a second and pinned your wrists above you with one hand, placing his free hand on your inner thigh. You cursed yourself at the goosebumps trailing up your body and made it’s way up to your hardened nipples. “You done?”

“I’m not fucking you,” he laughed in your face and pulled away from you. “I didn’t expect you,” “Who are you lying to?” “I’ll end the party and we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?” You eyed him skeptically but he continued to call someone. “Shut the party down,” “What? It’s only ten o’clock?” You heard the voice doubted over the phone. “Does it sound like I give a shit? Get it done.” He hung up.

“How are people even friends with you? You’re a dick.” “You can pick the movie,” he turns on the TV and hands you the remote. He kicks off his shoes and jumps on the bed as a deep sigh leaves his lips. “Is this normal for you? Kidnapping girls that want nothing to do with you?”

“Come on. Who’s the one lying now? I see the way you look at me. I saw the way your body reacted when I touched you. It’s just a matter of time.” “Yeah, well don’t hold your breath.”

**

It’s been hours since the party ended. It’s close to 1 a.m. now and you’re not even close to being tired. You had clicked on the Choose For Me feature on Netflix which put on Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Rafe eventually drifted off the sleep after he took off his shirt.

You couldn’t help yourself to looking at the toned muscle from the ripples of his traps all the way down to his back dimples. You made the decision to leave before you ended up making a mistake. Only managing to set one foot on the floor, Rafe grumbled, “Don’t even think about it,”

The grittiness of his voice sent a throb down below. “Jesus,” “Huh? What’s wrong? You okay?” He lifted his head from the pillow and you rocked your leg back and forth as you crossed your arms. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Do you need a change of clothes?” “Oh my God, Rafe. Just forget it.” He sits up and his gaze fell exactly where you didn’t want him to see.

“Ah, I see what’s going on here.” “No, you don’t.” Chills rolled down your spine in contrast to the throbbing between your legs. “No?” He brushed a hand over your breast, feeling the hardened nipple. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms over your boobs. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.”

He laid on his back and manspread his legs as he fixed his hair. “So what do you wanna do?” “I wanna go home,” “Fine, your keys are on the counter downstairs.” He tucks his arms behind his arms, flexing his chest muscles and you nearly lost it. “Okay,” you turned to stand from the bed only to be pulled back down.

By the time you processed what was going on, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he slammed his lips on yours. He devours your lips with his, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip as he demanded access. You loosely held his face as he rolled you on your back and slowly settled between your legs.

“I can make you feel so good, baby.” He says once he pulls away from your lips and descended to your neck. He pulls your dress up and cupped your cunt through your lace panties. He rubs circles on your clit, smirking when you arch your back into him. “But.. I need you to say it.” He pulls away from you entirely and hovered over you, occasionally glancing down at your lips.

“Say what?” he brushed his nose against your jawline, his breath fanning into your neck. “You know what I want,” he whispers. “I..” “You?..” you hated that he was getting off on this. “I want you.. to do something before I find someone else to do it for me.” You snapped.

“You just had to ruin it,” he says with a chuckle. “You know what?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before tearing your panties down the middle and gathering your juices with his fingers.

He sank a finger in, prodding at a sensitive spot on your back wall. Your mouth fell open when your walls expanded around another finger. A gasp left you, your hips rolling to match his quick thrusts. “Yeah you like that?” He spurs on, loving the wet sounds your cunt made as it took his fingers in.

He pushes you further up on the bed before laying down until he was level with your cunt. The mirror set right in front of the bed made it that much messier. He sent an experimental lick to your clit. Your head dropped back to the bed and he shoves his fingers deeper inside of you. “Eyes on me,” he commands and you brought your attention back to him.

Looking at the mirror, you watched as he spread your folds to expose the nerve. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked harshly until he felt your legs tighten. A lewd moan escaped you as you frantically grab at the sheets. His soft licks compared to his hard thrusts on his fingers sent you over the edge quicker than you anticipated.

Tears built up from the overstimulation, your legs closed around his head and he grumbled in annoyance. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he pressed your legs apart with both hands and pierced your walls with his tongue. A wail left your lips and tears stained your cheeks. “Oh don’t cry now, sweetheart. You wanted this, remember?”

You couldn’t form a coherent thought to make a smart remark. Everything he was doing felt so good. With a few quick, strong licks to your cunt your body started to twitch from another impending orgasm. When it inevitably came, you shouted and begged him to give you a break.

“Please! I can’t take it. It’s too much,” he hovers over you again and took your entire chin into his hand. “Awe, it’s too much? You think that bitch, JJ, can’t make you feel like this. Huh? Use your words, bunny.” He fingers you again with his free hand and rubs hard circles on your clit with his thumb.

He laughs when you tried to push his hand away. “What happened to all that attitude, bunny? Did I suck it out of you?” You screamed when he pinched your sensitive clit. His eyes widened in surprise and clapped a hand over your mouth. “Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors to think I’m killing you in here. I’ll give you a break.”

He slowly removed his fingers from you and licked your puffy folds teasingly, earning a whine from you. “I hate you.” You croak, your entire body felt like jelly and your eyes started to close. “You’re really going to hate me when I fuck you to sleep,” you let out a squeal when he stood from the bed, flipped you on your stomach and dragged you towards the edge of the bed.

**

Your lips parted in agony when your sore stomach muscles tighten as you tried to sit from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your disheveled state. Sun rays beamed through the sheer curtains, alerting you that you’ve overstayed your welcome. Purple and blue bruises littering your chest, neck and stomach. Your torn dress and panties on the floor. Rafe was sound asleep, his face in your direction as he laid on his stomach with one leg hiked up.

The sheets just covered the curve on his ass but not the skin your nails laid claim to. He was peaceful as can be, like he didn’t slut you out for two hours straight. You’ve never cried so much in one night.

You tried your best to slide off the bed with minimal noise, but of course he was a light sleeper. “Where do you think you’re going?” “The deal was stay the night. It’s clearly morning.” “Is that attitude I hear, bunny?” You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and chose to be silent.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re mine. If you try to date anyone else, and I’ll kill ‘em point blank. Each and everyone. I’m all you’re gonna need. I’ll take care of you from here on out, understand?” Your mouth fell open at the hot, psychotic man in front of you.

He put his boxers back on and lifted your mouth closed. Giving you a quick peck, he adds, “Close your mouth, bunny. You’ll let the flies in. Now what do want for breakfast?”

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)

i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*

now, picking up where we left off:

aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.

their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.

the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--

no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!

INTRODUCING:

in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"

and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK

so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"

(a quick reenactment:)

but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.

n- no, look harder

a bit harder?

see, i told you

so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.

OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!

so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.

no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.

by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does

one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE

seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.

unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan��, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!

(to be continued in part 4)

[cosmicjoke]

Why do some people believe that if Mikasa had told Eren her true feelings he wouldn’t have gone through with the rumbling? On the other hand, why do so many people think Eren did the Rumbling solely for Mikasa? To protect Mikasa. I constantly see posts like “get you a man like Eren that will destroy 80% of the world for you”. I feel like I watched a different show than these people. Am I missing something??

Hi there,

No, you're not missing anything. Those people are just wrong, lol. It's excuse making for Eren, plain and simple, and I think it largely finds its roots in the fact that Eren himself was coping with his actions by telling himself that if Mikasa had just told him she loved him, he would have aborted his plans. People don't understand this about Eren. They take everything Eren says after the time skip at face value. So Eren saying he just wants to protect his friends, Eren telling Historia he wants to protect her, Eren telling Hange that he did what he did in Liberio because they'd failed to come up with a better plan, Eren telling Ramzi that he has no choice, before breaking down and admitting the truth, which is that he was disappointed that humanity existed beyond the Walls, Eren claiming that because others took his freedom from him, he was going to now take their freedom in turn, this despite knowing that the people of Marley are actually innocent and never did anything to him, etc... All of these are lies Eren tells, both to himself and to others, as a means of coping with his crushing guilt. It's the same reason Eren tells everyone from the alliance that he did what he did to make them all into heroes, before finally confessing the truth to Armin, much the same way he did Ramzi. It's a giant cope on Eren's part. Eren totally hates himself because he realizes he's a horrible person, and the only way he can deal with it is by pretending otherwise. So when he asks Mikasa what he is to her, it's just another attempt on Eren's part to assuage his sense of guilt.

Whether Mikasa had answered that she's in love with him or not wouldn't, in the end, have made any difference, because what Eren really wanted was to flatten the world and make it into the image he saw in Armin's book. Eren already knew Mikasa loved him. She didn't need to tell him so. The fact he gives her that vision in the end, of them living a peaceful life together, before pleading with her to let him go, shows that Eren was well aware of Mikasa's feelings for him. The same way his confession to Armin, about wanting Mikasa to not forget about him, and to continue to long for him, shows the same. Mikasa didn't exactly hide her feelings for Eren. Eren was always just too self-absorbed to acknowledge or express his own feelings toward her. All he cared about was fighting Titans, and that's a manifestation of his selfishness which eventually takes the shape of him enacting the Rumbling. Once again, just like from the time he was a child, getting into fights, and then insisting on becoming a Scout to fight Titans, he leaves Mikasa behind and forces her to chase after him. Eren didn't care that he was putting Mikasa in a bad position when they were children, constantly having to rescue him from getting beaten up. He didn't care that he was endangering Mikasa's life by dragging her with him into joining the most dangerous military branch there was. And he didn't care that he was once again endangering her and taking away her own choice when he forced her to chase after and eventually kill him in order to save what was left of humanity. He didn't do anything for Mikasa. All he left Mikasa with was grief and despair and trauma. He knows it, too, which is why he tries to push her away more than once. He knows how much he's hurting her, but he does it anyway. Eren isn't so much of a monster that he doesn't feel remorse or guilt over it, but he's enough of a monster that that remorse and guilt isn't enough to keep him from doing it.

Eren's fans take his words at face value, because they can't and don't want to admit that he's a bad person, much like Eren himself can't and won't just admit to himself the same, with the exception of a few moments. The moment with Ramzi, and with Armin at the end, and then during his exchange with Reiner right before he launches his attack on Liberio. Eren compares Reiner to himself, calling them both "half-hearted pieces of shit", and says they were both "born this way", because Riener, like Eren, willfully did what he knew was wrong in order to get what he wanted. You'll notice that all of Eren's hatred and righteous anger for Reiner is gone by the time they meet again 4 years later, and it's because Eren has come to realize the similarities between them and to understand why Reiner did what he did. He refuses to kill Reiner, despite having sworn to do so before the time skip. People don't think about what that means, but it's to show that Eren now realizes that he's the very same thing that he once deemed to be pure evil in Reiner. The audience is supposed to realize that Eren is lying when he keeps beating this drum about "having" to commit the Rumbling. These moments of truth from him throughout the final arc are what's meant to clue you into that. The same with his speech to Zeke about being born this way, denying that Grisha had any hand in him turning out as he has. He's confessing, once more, to his actions all being a product of his own, willful nature and desire. It has nothing to do with him wanting to protect Mikasa, or anyone else. It has to do with him pursuing his selfish dream at the expense of everybody else. That's always been who Eren is, from beginning to end.

[nahoyasboyfriend]

Run from me

Warning: very vague gore at the end tried to keep that as short as possible. If you don't want to read about being chased this is not for you

Word count: 1k

Tagging: @slvt4jamesmarch

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope it's good. Sorry if there are any errors. I tried to fix most of them, but I may have missed a few. To whoever requested this I love you so much!!!

You awake to the sound of someone knocking on the door. It's probably someone who got their room mixed up. sluggishly, you drag yourself out of bed, carefully ambling to the door. You yawn, blinking the last bit of sleep from your eyes. You don't bother to grab your phone. You plan to go back to bed anyway. It's still dark outside, and your alarm hasn't gone off.

You open the door and there's a man standing before you. He dressed like he was ripped fresh out of the 1920s. His hair slicked down, and he had a thin mustache. Your eyes scan over his outfit, a pin striped suit with an ascot around his neck, and a bowler hat to top it all off. He donned a charming smile, and you brush off the unease that settles in your stomach.

"I think you have the wrong room," you state plainly. All you wanted to do was go back to bed, and sleep the weirdness of this encounter away.

"No, I don't believe I do. if I recall correctly, this is room 74." he says, his inky black eyes never leaving your own.

Sighing, you lightly shake your head, taking a step closer to him, "this is the room they gave me, so there must be a mix up. I can even show you the key they gave me. It has the room number."

You turn around, and you're yanked into the firmness of his chest. Before you can even think of screaming, his big hand clamps over your mouth. "when I let go, I want you to run," he purred, voice molasses-smooth, and you shudder from the feeling of his breath against your ear. You don't make a noise, afraid it'll make everything more real. "And if you make it to the lobby, you get to live."

You think, for a brief moment, if you pray hard enough you'll wake up in your bed, and this will just be a horrible nightmare, but it isn't. It's very much real, and when his bruising grip is finally released you realize the only thing you can do is run like he requested.

And that's exactly what you do, you dart off, hoping that if you're fast enough you'll be able to make it out of here alive. You glance behind you, expecting him to be right on your tail chasing behind you. Strangely, he isn't. You see him back where you left him, taking his time. His gait is steady and slow. He's playing with you and that thought alone makes you sick.

The idea sends a wave of determination through you. You can't let it end here in an old shitty hotel. You duck a corner, and you're met with more rooms with no end in sight. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. You scream out, and your lungs ache from the exertion. You feel aimless in a way, unsure of where you are going. You don't know where any of the exits were located, or if there even are any. You wonder if this is pointless; if all roads lead to your inevitable doom.

Though the assumption of what he'll do to you if he catches you pushes you on. Being tortured didn't sound like the way you wanted to go, but not dying at all would be the preferred option. You could hear him humming behind you, a faint sound. Something you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't focus. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, and you're sure if it wasn't you would have collapsed by now.

The halls of the hotel slowly start bleeding together the more corners you turn. Every hall looks identical to another, so much so you start to wonder if you're going in circles. You slowly begin to believe that this wasn't a hotel at all, and more like a labyrinth. A place designed to swallow helpless people like yourself whole. Losing hope, you scream louder, begging for anyone to save you. You weren't the most religious, but you found yourself wishing that somehow god would save you.

The man lets out a deafening laugh, muttering something you couldn't catch. He sounded closer than before. More tears rolled down your face, your eyes flitting around searching for another person. Goddamnit, does anyone work here?

The sound of his footsteps got quicker and louder. The sound was maddening. You couldn't tell if he was right behind you, and you were too frightened to check. The exhaustion was slowly starting to catch up with you. Your feet felt like rocks, every step taking more effort than the last. Your skin is covered in goosebumps from the chill of the hotel. The flimsy nightgown you have on doing nothing to shield you from the bite of the air conditioner.

You can barely force enough air into your lungs, each sharp breath sending a rush of pain through you. You could see another corner coming up. You could only pray that you'd finally reached an exit. That maybe your key to freedom was right in front of you. You quickly discovered It wasn't. When you reach the corner, a flood of dread is washed over you. A dead end. You let out a broken sob, stumbling down the hall. The sound of his mellow hum, creeping closer and closer.

As you staggered down the hall the only thing that ran through your head was: why? Why was he doing this to you? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why is life so cruel?

When you reach the end of the hallway, you just stand there for a moment, silently listening to him walk to you. When he's within your reach you whip around, wildly swinging your arms to hit him. He catches one of your hands, but the other lands a clean strike on his jaw. You freeze for a moment, uncertain of what to do next. He regains composure almost immediately, squeezing your wrists in a tight fist.

"you did good, dear. very good," he croons and thrusts your body against the wall and you groan out in pain. You feel a searing pain in your stomach, and you hesitantly look down to see his knife buried to hilt in your stomach. You try to scream but only a wet gurgle comes out. He twists the knife for extra measure before pulling the blade out of you. You slump forward, your consciousness slipping through your fingers like sand. Right before you lose your last bit of consciousness you hear him add, "unfortunately not good enough."

[yanderestarangel]

☆Yandere!Edward Richtofen ☆

a/n: just using some posts from my old blog ( I ​​excluded it because I wanted to focus more on the things I liked and not stick to just one topic ) Anyway, enjoy.

Tw: male reader and gn, other than "you" no other names used, death, blood, manipulation, harassment, dark themes, non con.

This man met you when you unexpectedly fell into an intradimensional portal connecting realities.

You fell at his feet

Like a fallen, lost angel who needed to be held at any cost and when I say any cost, I mean literally anything.

Young Richtofen tries to hide his sadistic side from you, he will always give you a friendly and reassuring smile, but deep down he wants to see you in your most intimate and fragile state. If you are an independent person who likes to do everything alone, forget it my angel, Richtofen will simply cut your independence completely, whether you like it or not.

He will remind you of how he saved you when you were so lost in his world, the desperation in his eyes as he saw a horde of zombies chasing you, you literally begging a stranger to save you from death, how grateful you are it must be because he did it. the one who found you and none of your mates who would leave you there without a second thought.

He would use anything to see you grateful and fearing in a way. Edward hates this feeling that fills his chest and warms him.

The man hasn't had much human contact in his 30 years of life, the university was empty and cruel to poor Edward and the gods have sent you, their saving angel.

He trembled just listening to you talk, seeing you every day seemed like a difficult task, Richtofen controlled himself more and more not to grab you in the middle of everyone and claim you as his. But you haven't realized it yet. For you, richtofen was just a crazy doctor who had created the zombie apocalypse you were in now while still worrying about returning to your reality, you were afraid, like how much time had passed there, if your world would corrupt like that of Richtofen someday. To you, the innocent Y/N Edward was a friend or acquaintance you were uncomfortable with, but kept as a means of survival and gratitude, after all he set you up and saved you from being eaten alive by the undead. But in the rotten mind of the doctor. You were his. Only his.

Richtofen knew how to get him home, it was simple, easy and fast. But he never told you. Never. Every time you met him, the same thing was repeated.

You would enter his lab in an abandoned building a few meters away where you and the rest of your team slept, he would smile at you asking you to come closer.

You would ask the man again who would pull you into his lap and ask for a kiss in exchange for the information. "-My love..." Richtofen started with you in his lap passing his nose over your neck and hair, you felt uncomfortable with the man's big hands on your thighs going up and up, you could feel the man's breath on your skin . "-I have the name Richtofen, please don't call me that." -you said as you took his hands away and stared at him, the man smiled and lowered his tone looking at the notebook in front of him. "-Nothing so far, I'll see if I can do something else and send you home soon... But nothing my prince." - said the man while blatantly lying to you, he knew how to get you. But he wouldn't. You left the frustrated man's legs and went to his dorm again hearing Richtofen say something but you didn't even turn around to see him.

How long has he been saying the same thing? 2 weeks? 2 months? 2 years? You didn't even know what time it was anymore. In addition to Richtofen, no one in the group was interested in talking to you, which made him frustrated for having only the doctor as a support to not go crazy in this distorted world.

Edward was working on other things, the main one being how to kill more zombies so the two of you could live a little better in that horrible reality. He even thought of opening a portal and running away with you to another place, but that would be too risky and he hated risk. Then you and he would stay in that world forever, but the man saw that you were getting more and more impatient and that worried him leading him to a drastic and horrible measure, kill all his team members and succumb to total madness only you are he .

He waited for you to sleep that night and quickly took care of killing all your team members, Richtofen felt nothing. The warmth of someone else's blood just made him feel empty without any regrets.

He quickly disposed of the bodies giving zombies outside the safe walls of the city, you were quickly returning and showering cleaning the blood and gunshot marks on the gray building. You woke up with a weight on the side of the mattress and quickly turned around to see Edward smiling at you, bidding you a warm good morning.

After that you went downstairs seeing the silence of the dorm and asking the man where all the other members were.

And that's when the theater began.

Richtofen lied playing the victim saying that the men had found the portal to his reality, you smiled happily but everything fell apart when the brunette said that they had entered and placed a timed detonator so no one could find them, it seemed like a false lie and it was really, but the air there and the current loneliness made you hyperventilate with all that belief in your doctor “friend”.

You cried while Richthofen mentally repeated an apology, he blamed himself deep down for all of this, but there was no going back.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Just like my Brother Miyuki & step-brother!Reader

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Recovery date: October 18th, 2024

Description: Today we come insane, is that I had a crazy idea. But, hey what about a male reader who is Miyuki's stepbrother who despite having the talent to be the star for not wanting to be in the same team as miyuki because he would hate to be a Haruichi 2.0? (The main interaction is with Haruichi just in case) take out all the HC possible because idk

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. So, unfortunately most of the headcannons ended up being with Kazuya; mostly because Kazuya and the Kominatos live no where near each other, making it hard to center this on the readers relationship with Haruichi.

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It's by complete chance you meet the Kominatos

You and Kazuya have always played on different teams purely by chance, because you didn't live in the same area

In fact you met Haruichi and Ryou the same way you met Kazuya, in a game

Maybe it was because you look up to Kazuya the same way Haruichi looks at Ryou, or maybe it's just your catcher's observational skills, but you clock Ryou's concern quickly

And when Haruichi gets pulled in as a pinch hitter you put together why pretty quickly

Ryou makes a comment about Haruichi having a long way to go, and the younger brother seems to glance over the sharp under current

After the game you congratulate them both at their at bats, and talking to Haruichi feels like talking to yourself

He’s in awe of his brother, just like you’re in awe of Kazuya (though you aren’t brothers yet), he wants to be just like Ryou just like how you want to be just like Kazuya

If there could be two catchers and two second basemen, you and Haruichi would be happy campers

But there’s not, and Ryou seems to be the only one of them aware of that fact

Would you and Kazuya be like thai if you were on the same team?

When your parent and Kazuya's dad get married, you're finally in a place to play on the same team

And you remember those pink haired brothers

You don’t think you could handle Kazuya keeping you at arms length, so when you catch wind of Mei asking him to go to Inashiro you move to accept Seidou's invite

You'll be rivals, that'll be good

But we know what Kazuya says to Mei, so you both still end up at Seidou

Holding back isn't in your nature, and Chris is a nice buffer

You and Miyuki aren't really competing with each other, you're competing with Chris

Then Chris gets hurt, trying to stay ahead of Kazuya, and Kazuya becomes the starter and–

You kind of… shut down

And Ryou is the first to really notice, because you're nothing like the catcher he once faced

You still make the first string, nipping on your brother’s heels, but he can tell you’re holding back

And so can Kazuya, but he just assumes it’s some kind of slump about being in a new place and having so much competition

Maybe worry about getting hurt yourself

But in reality you’re worried

If you keep chasing the same position as Kazuya, will he get hurt like Chris? Will he push you away like Ryou?

It’s a fine line you walk, trying to stay ahead enough that you can play on a different team than Kazuya someday but behind enough you don’t damage your relationship

It eats at your performance, and it’s the misconception that you’re unconfident that draws Tanba to you

He’d rather pitch to you than your stepbrother, and this makes things easier

It’s not a skill thing, Kazuya’s just a dick

Honestly Tanba probably saved your catching career

In your second year, you meet Haruichi again and that’s when Kazuya realizes what’s going on

He overhears you and Haruichi swapping stories about how cool your brothers are

You don’t mean to bring up your perception of Ryou’s behavior towards Haruichi, it’s really not your place to comment on it anyways

But before Haruichi can assure you that it’s not that bad, you have a very warped negative view of their relationship while Haruichi’s a little blinded by adoration for his brother, Kazuya calls out to you

He pulls you to a quiet corner, and then chews you out the same way he snapped at Sawamura over Chris

He’s never seen you cry up to this point, at least not full on sobs like this

Tells you you’re being self-centered and that with that attitude you shouldn’t be a starter anyways

Says he doesn’t want your pity and that if you’re going to put your relationship over the team you should forget he’s your brother

Also says some things he really shouldn’t, like how you aren’t even really brothers

It’s kind of like Kagami and Tatsuya from Kuroko no Basket

You know he’s right, and you try to over take him out of spite

It doesn’t work, because by this point he’s become so ingrained in the team that Kataoka isn’t going to switch you unless something happens

And something does happen, Kazuya gets hurt

You take over in the Yakushi game, and while Kazuya doesn’t want to leave the field he wouldn’t trust this precarious position with anyone else

After the game, Kazuya compliments you and apologies

Once he gets back from the doctor, you two have a chat where you explain your concerns

He… gets it

He felt guilty for Chris’ injury, if you were already having thoughts like that he can’t imagine the toll it took on you

Things definitely would have been better if you’d ended up on different teams, but being on the same team has at least brought you closer together

[yujeong]

So, there's this fic I want to write for months now about the first time Pete says "I love you" to Vegas and it made me want to make a post about it as well. I truly believe saying that phrase is a huge deal to Pete and I want to explain why.

Starting with the fact that I loved, loved, LOVED that in the show, he never said it. Not directly, anyway. He didn't shoot Vegas when he had the chance, he shot Vegas when it was necessary to save him, he told him he was right there, he told him he was hungry, he told him he's following his heart. All of those things are different ways of saying "I love you" but it's not the phrase itself. And that's important because it truly showcases the core aspects of Pete's character.

Pete isn't like Vegas. Both of them are very emotional but the way they express their emotions is almost the complete opposite. Vegas is letting them get out of control, spilling out of him, while Pete is keeping them deeply locked up inside him until they eventually explode and he can't contain them anymore. Both of them at first are unwilling to recognise how they feel about the other, the changes that are happening inside of them but Vegas comes to the realization quicker than Pete and tells him so. All of this is why Vegas saying the phrase out loud in contrast to Pete never saying it makes perfect sense in the narrative.

I truly believe that Pete has this feeling in his chest which he isn't even sure what it's called or even if it's what most people would call it but it's so strong for Vegas that he knows he can't live without it so he decided to chase after it. There's this incredible fic by LuckyDiceKirby called "even the clearest water" that has an exchange between Vegas and Pete, in which Vegas asks him if Pete loves him and Pete replies with this:

"I don’t know. How could I know what that feels like? I’m not that kind of person. You make my teeth ache. You make the world bright, like it’s real. It hurts. It’s hurt since I met you, but that means I can never forget I’m alive."

I cannot tell you what I even felt when I read that. It was a mix of pure awe and enlightenment, because it was what I had been thinking after watching the show but was unable to put into words.

Now, as I was writing this post, a thought popped into my head related to this and I want to express it. I think the fandom unanimously agrees that Vegas has the capacity for kindness and softness due to Macau, the wonderful, perfect, sweet little gremlin angel of my heart. Macau is the reason Vegas even knows what love is, otherwise starved for it because no one else in his life gives it to him in any way, share or form until Pete comes along.

This got me thinking: who does Pete have in his life to show him what love and affection is?

At first glance, Pete's environment seems fine and way better than Vegas'. He has people that care about him, he has friends, he has a nice room, his grandma sends him meals that he's allowed to eat in his room. Is this actually true though? Is the main family as kind and sweet and full of affection as it seems?

Well...no, it's not. All of this is superficial. Pete got forgotten the moment Kinn had Porsche in his arms (and bed). No one remembered him except Tankhun, who we could argue also loves Pete superficially and doesn't really view him as a person (I love Tankhun and I say that affectionately. I think post canon he has the potential to change his way of thinking and behaviour towards his bodyguards).

But what about Pete's grandma?, I hear people say. Well, she is the only person Pete says "I love you" to but is this enough to claim that he knows what love is? When he doesn't live with her, doesn't have the ability to physically touch her for comfort whenever he needs to, can't talk to her freely without surveillance? He only gets a glimpse of it and if we also include the fact that he works for the main family for years, he's been deprived of love almost all of his life. No wonder the poor man is confused and doesn't realise what he's feeling for Vegas. He wasn't even a person until the safehouse.

The environments Vegas and Pete grew up in shaped them into who they became and it's evident if you think about it in the way I described above: Vegas' environment is cruel and unforgiving with a speck of actual love in the form of his brother and Pete's is presumably kind but devoid of substance. I'm oversimplifying this of course but I think the core aspects of how he lives in the main family play an important role in Pete's character.

All in all, Pete is a brilliantly written character and I want to thank the writing team and Build for giving him to me. I truly hope that when I manage to write this fic, I'll do his character justice.