#I decided to put their names on them just because I can

[sammyluvr]

✶ safe now — sam & dean w.

cw : gn!winchester!reader, hurt/comfort, reader is the youngest sibling, blood, injury & pain, implied torture, nicknames (bud), poorly edited, no y/n, 1.4K words. requested !

summary : your brothers rescue you after you're kidnapped and tortured by demons.

there’s a moment where everything is quiet. maybe it’s minutes. hours, perhaps. you don’t really know, because nothing makes sense anymore. up and down don’t mean much to you. and you can’t tell if everything hurts, if it burns, or if you can’t feel anything at all.

then, it’s not quiet anymore. it’s loud, and yet, it’s muffled. you can’t distinguish one sound from another. a crash and a yell, maybe even a scream. more crashing, but it all sort of sounds the same, so you’re not the most reliable narrator.

but there’s something familiar in it all. the clamor, the fighting, you think it must be. the shout of a word that you know to be your own somehow, and the blurred shape in front of your barely open eyes. it’s your name, you realize. the shouted sound was your name, far away. it’s not far away anymore, murmured and panicked, and the face in front of you, going in and out of focus, is sam’s.

oh, sam. you hope it’s really him. that means this is all over.

and then you decide that you can feel and everything does hurt, because there are hands wrapping around you from behind. they frighten and confuse you at first, but before you can thrash away or cry for sam to help, dean’s voice is in your ears and you don’t fight it.

“i got you,” he says simply, soothing you without any effort at all. he’s holding you up so you don’t fall once sam unties you from where you’re strung up by the wrists, like the carcass of a slaughtered farm animal. you try not to whimper. it would embarrass you. it’s hard, though, because his strong hold is aggravating the cuts and bruises that litter your bore torso. you wonder if his hands are warm or cold, but you can’t really tell despite the fact that your skin there is exposed. you were stripped of your shirt, you think.

sam’s talking too, voice so gentle that the sound of it is the most calming part. you’re sure he’s saying comforting words, but it’s hard to focus on more than one thing at a time. his hands work quickly to free you, and then you’re slumped back against dean’s chest. your legs aren’t working all that well right now.

dean’s hold is awkward and you can sag forward, right into sam. dean lets him take you, his hands itching for his weapon. there could be more demons and he’s got to protect you. he’s the one with the demon knife.

you can imagine the dead bodies in the hallway, the vessels of all the demons who were guarding the place. but you don’t see them, your eyes having drifted closed and your head tucked away into sam’s neck. dean must be leading the way, ready to kill for you as many times as he must today, and forever.

but all the demons have been disposed of. no one gets in the way, and they carry you right out to the car. sam helps you into the back seat with him and it hurts like hell to move at all, but the smell of leather puts you at ease, finally. you’re still so out of it, oblivious to sam’s face that doesn’t bother to hide the worry and the pain of seeing you like this. you’re oblivious to the fact that dean can barely look at you, horrified by the thought that he could’ve prevented this, maybe. it wasn’t his fault that you were snatched away in the night, but both brothers will blame themselves.

you were hungry, so dean left for food. and then, the motel room felt stuffy, so you went to take a walk just around the parking lot. sam didn’t get into the shower like he planned to, waiting at the creaky table for you to come back. and when you were gone for more than five minutes—sam knew you’d get cold quickly because you ignored his advice to grab a jacket—he went out to look for you. you were gone, so he called dean, searched for you. dean got back and yelled at sam. how could you leave them alone? dean was asking himself the same question.

“hey, look at me,” sam says, voice pleading. you aren’t very responsive, and it terrifies him. the car is already moving, you realize. your eyes find his and you feel his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling your arm through the sleeve of his jacket. everything hurts so much that you never realized that you’re cold. where there isn’t blood, sam can see goosebumps. he’s gentle as he pulls the fabric around you, trying to keep you warm without hurting you any further. “there you are,” he murmurs.

“you’re fine, bud,” dean says from the front seat, voice tense as he splits his attention between the road and checking on you through the rearview mirror. when he can’t look, he’s listening. you let out a sound, meant to acknowledge them both. your awareness sharpens, and so does your pain.

“i’m fine,” you mumble back, voice flat and quiet. even sam can barely hear it, but dean catches the words too. “it’s all fine. i– i didn’t say anything. i didn’t say anything.” dean glances back, and sam looks at you in confusion.

“you didn’t say anything?” he repeats softly, trying to understand what you mean.

you give a jerky nod of your head. then you shake it the other way. “didn’t say anything,” you say again, “about the tablet. they wanted to know, but i didn’t say anything.” your voice is breathy and tired, and you’re mumbling so much that sam can barely make out what you’re saying. but he understands now, why you were taken. the tablet; you mean the demon tablet. the demons took you to get information on the demon tablet, thinking they could break the youngest winchester. 

of course, they couldn’t, but the thought boils his blood with fury. that anyone thinks they can use you for something like that. or that they think you’re a weak link, just because you’re the youngest. or maybe it was to cause the most chaos, the most panic. to mess with you is to raise hell. that’s what demons are for, of course, but they were stupid enough to think it wouldn’t just get them all killed.

“they took you for that?” dean growls, his voice dangerously vicious, “the fucking demon tablet?”

“the demon tablet,” you breathe out, your less bruised cheek finally falling to sam’s shoulder with exhaustion. he tucks you even closer into his side. “i didn’t say anything, though.”

“we know,” sam murmurs, wanting to ease your anxiety. his heart aches that you think the stupid tablet is the most imortant thing here. you’re bleeding all over his jacket and practically delirious from pain. you’re all that he and dean care about right now. “we know. we don’t have to worry about that now, okay?”

“mhmm,” you hum, “cuz they still don’t know where it is.” your voice is so hoarse. as if you’d been screaming. presumably, you had been, and that makes your brothers see red. dean’s grip on the wheel is knuckle-whitening, and sam is only able to be gentle for your sake. his shoulders hold all of the tension just like they hold up your trembling body. the car almost swerves before dean has to force his thoughts away from what you might’ve endured. he’s all too familiar with demon torture. he thinks about killing the demons who hurt you over again.

sam thinks about it too, but just for a moment. “yeah. and because you’re safe now,” he tells you firmly. 

“safe now,” you echo softly. everything hurts. the pain is bone-deep, but you believe him when he tells you that you’re safe now. “i knew you’d come get me,” you mutter, eyes never staying open for longer than a moment or two. you look as tired as you sound. maybe that’s what got you through it; the knowledge that it would be over, one way or another. either your brothers would come to rescue you and kill your captors, or you’d die first. they certainly would’ve still killed all those demons if that were to happen, and probably many, many more. but no one likes to think about that.

because you’re safe now.

[loneworldgazer]

"his mutt."

pairing: Harley Sawyer X toy!reader

cont: You, his assistant gave up your parts oh so willingly to him. Why are you surprised that you've been turned into a toy, did you think you were special?

a/n: this was crazy, I'll dissappear again for a year trust!!! Seriously tho, writing is fun but my lifestyle is so busy now brahhhh. Edit: closing my eyes as I post this cause I'm not sure if I went on a tangent writing all of this or it's actually good AHHHHH

tags: reader IS AN ADULT, nsfw, groping, degradation, sadism, delusion, fingering, no sex (unfortunately), no specific gentilia mentioned guys, first time writing slight smut??? Idk man Harley is not a good man obviiii, I also want to make it clear that THIS IS NOT BEASTILITY

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"L/N, would you give yourself up in the name of science?"

That snapped you out your daze from the whirring of the water faucet sanitizing the bloody scalpels. The blood turn to clouds and made your eye twitch back to Harley who had his hand on a VHS tape ready to record another log. That prompted you to reply quickly.

You straightened up, wanting to give a lengthy answer that would somehow impress the Doctor or at best, make him bat an eyelash at you. Experimenting was the reason why you decided to be a scientist, Playtime Co. was where it was home for a job like yours. Going into the unknown required some unethicality and pushing past morals, too much of it is too far that you don't even notice. In the long run, you had smeared blood that wasn't yours all over yourself without realising. Research was the hook, the line were your meticulous gloved hands on a body and the sinker was the Doctor acknowledging the labour that you do.

This place was a house that echoes off with tormented residents and you're simply one of the owners that bang at the walls so they can keep quiet, the smudged handprints had been painted over with a new coat. In this place where you sit at your appointed seat in the family couch, your eyes look around for him.

Would it be plain dreadful to admit that the praise one man could give had you licking and cleaning up the dirt of his sins until he told you it was enough? It was not said but his precense was a mantra that you obedientally chant.

He was a needy man, quite funny to describe someone assertive as him but he depended on you. Or should you be careful with a mind as dangerous as his; an intelligence that leaves you choked up for air. It's bad to dream that he treats you differently but his eyes would linger more on you before he tells you to pass the data.

The voices of everybody you talked to had been a blurry memory ever since you were holed up in this cold, pristine hell of machines and sanitizers. The exhaustion of pushing out the next new toy was the thrill you enjoyed from work, pain and anguish from failure that was simply a query to overtake. It was exhilaration to you. But that wasn't it either.

In conclusion, you had no answer. You couldn't outwit a man who shifted the system of a factory that was close to beggary not because this joyous, welcoming environment of a toy company kept people away but because of the risks that he so challenged. This sole place was pitiful, money was a topic that never left anybody's tongue; the people were reflected like the experiments, scurrying around like rats before the only light that reaches them is the glow of a scalpel.

Perking up, you blinked back the sleep that threatened to overcome you; fingers automatically popping open a bottle of melatonin.

"Yes, Dr. Sawyer. I'd do it in a heartbeat if you were to ask of me."

You didn't notice such a desperate, deprived answer came out of you before the pill dropped from your fingers. The clatter made you drop your head sharply at the ground before shakily putting down the bottle. You swallowed the bile in your throat, wanting to correct yourself, extinguish a bit of that idiocy that you just spouted but what comes next make you gingerly look at him.

It was a short chuckle at your statement, he never did turn his head while talking to you. It was unclear if it was a humourless chuckle or he found you amusing or slow-witted. From many words you could've picked out, why did it have to be those words? Your heart rate starts picking up that you gripped your chest. Maybe, there was an implication to what was uttered, a deeper meaning on how you truly felt for the Doctor.

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Harley Sawyer removed his gloves before he inspected what he had worked on alone. No scientist remained in the room with him, only you. He takes out a tape before he sits down next to the motionless experiment. He starts, his fingers tapping against the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. Responds to sound and light at best. Standard for experiments who are freshly experimented on"

He continues, his eyes flicking at the experiment.

"This experiment will be different, the style choice separate from actual toys in production. This one, will have a humanoid body. Though, it is far different from Miss Delight."

His fingers brush against the experiment's arm. He articulates his next words slowly.

"The idea is nothing short of obscene, a human with dog features. One that will sweep up this company's mess as it intends to do, it's a form of hybrid."

He nearly loses himself, this company was a pain in the ass; his humourless laugh turning almost insane. He could order the scared scientists under him to bow wow for him with a flick of his wrist since he had the ability to but he holds back, remembering what he planned to say. The bark of laughter he let out made the toy squirm, squirming to breathe, to move or even live. Its chest heaves so heavily and Harley stares down at it.

This log was becoming more and more unprofessional, it tickles him. This is why science was more suited for him since creative thinking led him to dig deep into his desires instead.

"It'll be a part of security alongside the other toys. If other results please me then I may move 1352 up a rank."

He writes on the report, his hand writing faster than the pen as this adrenaline he had in him, it was anticipation for this experiment to succeed. You haven't uttered a word ever since the start of the experiment but it was quite alright, he'll wait. Oh, he will definitely wait.

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He heard the certain germ quietly pattering to and fro in this sanctuary he deems his, his vessels moving in place for the finale.

Guess Yarnaby couldn't keep them away for that long, it was quite predictable. He must've met his end already, considering the fact that this employee was anything but normal. He almost run out of toys to set upon the intruder, letting his vessel rest beside the machinery where his brain was.

But there was one, one he kept away from the company for so long, clenched hands to let this keepsake stay hidden.

This toy, the one kneeling on the ground where wires were sprawled all over the floor. It kept their head down resting against the knee of his vessel. Their fluffy tail thumping against the ground, still with energy even if there wasn't much meat to chew on anymore. His eye creased in satisfaction at how this one was still alive only because they were under his rule.

His call on making a hybrid sated his hunger but only by the tip of the iceberg. They were hopelessly mopey at times, it was delightfully pathetic. He traced the tape, the final log he managed to do before he was made into this lamentable piece of metal and sparks. He puts it into a nearby television, watching the pup's ear perk up to his voice and crawl towards the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. In relation, this one's cognitive function had worked terrifically but it can't speak. It's quite ironic, seeing that it reflects the person whom I experimented on."

The clinking of the surgical instruments could be heard with the scribbling of paper. He rasps on lightly, he should call this mutt by a name; a special one. One he never said before followed by a dark chuckle.

"Isn't that right, Y/N? Best get farmiliar with that name, I've made an effort to remember your name and it'd be a shame if you forgot."

You yipped, scratching against the table with your ears flattened against your head as he scoffs. You were moved to Playcare like he intended to. He only thought of moving you to work alongside before he got turned into organs, it was a terrible fate considering he was close to the fun part.

He wasn't surprised when you survived the Hour of Joy, you were supposed to. Being his assistant and working aside such dilligence steered you to the right path, that big brain of yours still working in this different body. Even if you looked human, the plastic on your limbs didn't make you struggle; you scoped out this graveyard like a trained dog. It was surely a struggle to make you a human who just had dog features or one who had actual hind legs because either way,

You just look much better kneeling before him.

The other scientists would always be talking behind his back or give him weary looks to what he wanted next, not that he cared much. It was an observation that became a repetitive cycle that it bored him more than experiments that turn out to be failures but you, you stoked a dangerous flame of interest in his soul.

You come close, passing notes and scalpels and touching skin to skin. It was delectable having an assistant that was so predictable and an oddball that only stuck close to him like a pet.

When Yarnaby had found you, hiding up high in the vents; you accidentally peeked out at the wrong time. This mass of yarn was dragging you by the nape kicking and screaming. The lion growls, knowing it shouldn't harm you but your kicks were deathly. He throws you down infront of the Doctor's feet and you growled, ears flattened from aggression.

He kneels, extending a hand and your demeanour changes so quickly.

"Here, pup. Remember me? I'm sure you'd recognise me even if it's just my voice?"

You struggled up to your knees, your chest heaves like crazy to the realisation then bowed completely on the ground.

Incredible, such quick response like you've realised who you were supposed to worship. He stepped close before he pulls you up by the hair and you whined so prettily.

"You do remember what to do, respect me and I'll reward you. Isn't that exciting?"

Utterly demeaning were the words spoken to this pup who stared up at him like he hung the stars, it was like there was only one thing on its mind. That word, reward. Harley never gave away any strong praise or anything, it could be anything and you were bursting at the seams. It was like you never changed.

The vessel's head snapped at the television as the tape ends and the dog bow wowed for more. He was aware that his form now was nothing compared to when he was a human. He thought of something that made him come close to you. Did you ever fantasies about him?

He hardly thinks about these type of things but everything that comes to unnervingly stroke at somebody's weak spots were accounted for and he was quite intrigued at the thought that you were a little perv if you ever were.

Those quick glances, soft sighs to continue focusing on the projects and the furrow at your brows when you think about how you've started at him so much were all noticed by him. Do they go more than that? He didn't go beyond experiments so he doesn't know if somebody like you were to imagine him in such a scandalous manners.

He touches your thigh, rubbing it and you nearly short circuited. He ran his hand up and down teasingly, nearing your private regions that you flinch away from.

"Come now, mutt. Don't you want to feel me?"

He does it again but now holding you close to him. Metal was what you felt but that heartbeat of yours was audible against him. Harley didn't know that you were disappointed. You wanted to feel the real deal, the intimacy you both would have if you two were still... Human.

His hot breath would be aimed down your neck while his warm hands would make you grip the bedsheets, the eye contact with this man would leave you breathless. But you weren't opposed to the pleasure because he was still him, the Doctor you'll follow till the end of the road; till the ends of hell.

He rubs his palm down your chest then his thumbs press against your stomach down to your hips. You salivated, it was detestable and flattering. These desire of yours should've been a reward from the very start but he only thought to commend your actions, wrapping your head around his words. Nevertheless, this was rewarding for him anyways since this was a discovery he will enjoy from his sweet assistant that was so on edge.

His cold steel hands was felt, proding at the inner most deeper parts of you. His hands go even lower which makes you slightly jump but he tutted, smacking at your thigh though he wasn't completely turnt off by it. He let your sensations go haywire as his hand rubbed between your legs, cupping your nether regions and making you yip pathetically.

Harley held you in his lap, holding both your thighs apart while he stroked at his creation. Those late nights which he remembered where he drawn out the details of your genitals, envisioning how it look when he creates every bit of your new form. Those pencil strokes of pure perversion lingers in him when you drip on his hands, it was wonderful of how he planned out everything even the synthetic juices you'll spurt when you feel ecstacy.

He wished he could taste it, his vessel tapping at the glass where his mouth would be; it would fill him with such bliss to lick it all up. Just seeing you tremble from his fingers make him feel powerful, you were just so easy. He had you from the start.

He touched the juices, slipping it in your hole and feeling you react to his fingers and clench tightly. He tried fixing your vocal cords when your body was still in testing. Moments where he dared to cut open your throat and inspect again and again but to no avail. He marvels at the thought of you actually speaking in this form, pleading and calling out his name but he settled with putting his hand around your neck and feeding off the vibrations your throat does.

He hits deep, his fingers thrusting against your inner walls that he watched in awe and how you squirted all over his fingers, he chuckled and turned his head before you clumsily get it all over his TV face. He didn't stop there, caressing the tip of your senses and making you scuffle your feet at the floor like you're asking him to stop.

Overstimulation was a part of every experiment to push past boundaries, it was his way of knowing whether the experiment was made for pain and ready to handle forces against it and you did so well not to fall apart.

"Doctor!"

He nearly falls onto you in exhilaration, your voice so garbled and loud with pleasure and pumped deep into your G-spot. That's it, come again for him and he'll feel something else other than joy. All you needed was a push before these expectations of his were met. He felt you grab at his robe, clenching it in your hand. You swore you saw stars other than the headiness of the Doctor being so intimate with you, this body of yours might shatter at the all consuming ache if being bent to his will.

"Come for me once again, mutt."

A scream ripped apart from you that you do what he says, exhaling every bit of your desperation before falling faint. Limp body lay against his lap, head lolling out for air and consciousness as he steadies you and moved you to the floor. Your fluffy tail thumped tirelessly against the ground. With an inhale, the Nightmare Critters pop up to his whistle and they moved you to a more comfortable position and he moves for the final showdown.

He can't help but scoff, even if it came out empty. There was a dark smirk on his face and he smoothed down his robes, he mayhaps pushed your reward for too long.

He walks away from you and didn't look back, now he continues his long term mission. He'll be expecting bigger things from you now, much more.

[luckykiwiii101]

AND WHO AM I? *INSERT NAME*

| | MY PERFECT SELF CONCEPT | |

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

ཐི I finally have my dream life, what can I say, i’m god ཋྀ

✰ AND WHO AM I? | | AND WHO AM I? | | AND WHO AM I? ✰

p.s. This is a generalised self concept guide template. Please change it to your liking (by making your own personalised one!!)

| | AND WHO AM I? | | MY PERFECT SELF CONCEPT | |

✰ I am *insert name here* -> associate your desired name with your self concept. vice versa.

✰ I’m god AKA pure consciousness

✰ I have the perfect self concept:

| | ✰ I have my dream life

| | ✰ I manifest so effortlessly & instantly

| | ✰ I always wake up purely conscious (in the void state aware).

| | ✰ I always succeed no matter what. I know that success is the only outcome. I have faith & belief in myself.

| | ✰ I’m always doing everything right because I’m god.

| | ✰ I know that nothing can “ruin” my manifestations because they’re already here. I already have them.

| | ✰ *add your own rules*

| | REMINDERS TO MY PERFECT SELF | |

✰ Creation is finished. It already happened.

✰ The 3D does not exist to a purely conscious being, in other words, me. (there is no concept of the 3D & time in the god state).

✰ The only concept of time in the I AM is NOW, therefore waiting does not exist. I have my dream life right now.

✰ I’m not “thinking as if”, i’m thinking as it already is because I truly have all my desires. (there is nothing to pretend or desire to have).

✰ God does whatever god wants. Therefore I do whatever I want. All I do is remind myself that i’m god and I have all my desires. The right way to manifest is however I want to manifest.

✰ In the god state, nothing feels impossible or difficult.

✰ god state = I AM (real me)

✰ I AM pure consciousness. Faceless & formless.

✰ I experience no limitations because I view manifestation from the inner (real) me.

✰ I understand that it’s impossible for me to not have my desires.

✰ There is absolutely NOTHING outside of me. Every little thing that I could possibly put on a pedestal is within me. I am on the pedestal because i’m literally god.

✰ The whole point of the law of assumption is that the 3D outer self is not the one experiencing my desires, it is the inner (real) me who has it. The real me does not experience the 3D at all! So there is no reason to attempt to fool myself by the delusions of the 3D when I know it isn’t me.

✰ I AM is the only power that exists, which is me.

✰ I am not assigned to any original reality or identity. I am merely pure consciousness physically experiencing whatever I assume.

| | HOW I REMIND MYSELF THAT I HAVE ALL MY DESIRES | |

| | ✰ I close my eyes and feel myself to be purely conscious, then I tie that feeling of awareness to the feeling of being all powerful.

| | ✰ I feel myself to be my desired self

| | ✰ I feel myself to have all my desires & the perfect self concept

| | ✰ *write whatever you want in this section e.g. any methods you like using or simply just deciding.*

| | ✰ *If you’re using a manifestation routine, paste it here*

The devil doesn’t wear submission. She wears prada, oh!- and narcissism. You already have everything you want. XOXO

- gossip girl

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

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The Blind Date

Plot: Your friend Benny sets you up on a blind date with his friend.

Frankie Morales x female reader

Warnings: None what so ever, it's all fluff

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone said imagine going on a blind date with Frankie, and I did! Just a little Sunday snack to serve as distraction from everything else.

“So, I’ve got this friend…” Benny snatched a beer from the fridge and handed it to you before grabbing one for himself, “and he’s single…” 

“No, no blind dates, Benny, please!” you protested as you stirred the sizzling garlic, “I’ve been on your street all but five minutes, and you want to set me up? I need to find a new favorite coffee place and a new hairdresser before I can even start thinking about dating again.” 

“It’s been like two months since you moved here, and you should only get your coffee from Beany’s on Maple. And this guy, I’ve been saving him for you…” Benny wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you shook your head, “I’ve got plenty of other female single friends asking for his number, but I’ve said no, I was saving him for someone special.” 

“More like, you’ve slept with all your other female single friends, and you’re not about to hand him sloppy seconds,” you scoffed, “I know you, Benjamin Miller, you were a slut before you settled down.” 

“Ok, we’re not discussing my former dating life here, but rather the lack of yours,” Benny retorted, pointing the neck of his beer bottle at you, “And I’ve already given him your number, so you can expect a call from a certain Francisco Morales any day now.” 

“Is this the guy you call ‘Fish’?” you asked. Over the years you’ve heard a lot about ‘Fish’, ‘Pope’ and ‘Redfly’ from Benny. Mostly he told you about his brother Will though, ‘Ironhead’ to the rest of them. 

“Yeah, that’s the one. And you should give him a chance, go out on one date at least, I know you guys will get along because you both enjoy ribbing me any chance you get,” he chuckled as you nodded along. 

“Well, in that case, I like him already.” 

Francisco Morales didn’t call you the next day, he texted, which put him back in the negatives in your book. But you’d promised Benny to go on one date with this guy, so you accepted when he asked if you’d like to meet him for dinner at a local tapas place. Now you were walking into that place, hoping the evening wouldn’t be a total bust. You’d made plans with your best friend from back home to call you in thirty minutes to give you an out if the evening went sideways. Enough time for some olives and a glass of wine and then decide if this friend of Benny’s was worth a Saturday night. 

“Oh, you’re in luck!” the hostess exclaimed as you gave her Francisco’s name, “He managed to book one of our best tables, and with the weather this nice, it’s perfect. Just follow me!”

The hostess escorted you through the restaurant and out to the patio in the back, your opinion of your blind date going up as you saw the space. It was a small patio overlooking the river and surrounded by lush greenery and tropical flowers.  A large tree strung with fairy lights illuminated a few tables, the breeze making them move and twinkle.

The hostess took you to a table at the edge of the patio, sheltered from the rest of the restaurant by the trunk of the tree and with a view of the river below. The man that was already seated stood up as you approached. 

“Here you go, miss, your server will be with you shortly,” the hostess said and slipped away as you held out your hand to the man. 

“Hi, you must be Francisco.”

“Hi, yeah, I am, but it’s usually Frankie, or Frank,” he replied, taking your hand with a shy smile, “Or maybe ‘Fish’, since you’re Benny’s friend.” 

He pulled out your chair for you, and you sat down, taking a moment to look him up and down as he moved to his own chair. He was almost as tall as Benny, and almost as wide, but there was definitely more softness to him. Both in his face, his chin covered in a short trimmed patchy beard, and in the way he moved. When Benny had a confident swagger that bordered on the obnoxious if you didn’t know him, Francisco, ‘Frankie’ you corrected yourself, had a softer brand of confidence, one that was less obvious and gave him an air of shyness that came through as he sat down and glanced over at you. 

“Yeah, I’ve heard of ‘Fish’,” you smiled, “but he introduced you as Francisco when he set me up for this.” 

“Please, don’t believe half the stories,” Frankie returned your smile, dimples appearing in his cheeks, just as the server approached. 

Once drinks and food had arrived, the rest of the evening flowed easily. Frankie wasn’t as shy as he first came across, making you almost cry with laughter as he told you stories of some of the things he and Benny had gotten up to while deployed together. You repaid him by sharing some of your favorite ‘The Miller boys get into trouble’ stories from your time growing up. Frankie told you he’d file them away for careful future use while you were silently thanking Benny for setting you up with this man, he’d been right when he said you’d get along. 

Frankie offered to drive you home, apologizing for the state of his old truck as he tossed a child’s toy in the booster seat in the back. Over dinner he’d told you about his four year old daughter, confessing that it made dating complicated, but that therapy had made him realize that he needed to prioritize himself too, if he was going to be a better dad to her. The sentiment had almost made you tear up, something in the way Frankie’s face softened when he talked about his daughter. 

The truck was old but cozy, rumbling to life as the radio came on to a typical ‘dad’ station with old rock. Frankie left the windows down as he drove through the almost empty streets across town. One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting either on the stick, or on the bench seat, close enough to your leg so that his pinky brushed against the fabric of your dress. You wanted to take his hand and lace your fingers through his, feel the warmth on your skin as he hummed along to Eddie Vedder. 

The drive wasn’t long enough, you wish you lived further away, but it turned out you lived only a mile from his house. He pulled up to your place in the middle of an argument about Nirvana and Guns n’ Roses. Frankie’s eyes were bulging out of his head as you refused to admit that Appetite for Destruction was a better album than Nevermind, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he began to laugh when you stuck your tongue out to him like a petulant five year old. 

“My daughter pulls the exact move when she runs out of excuses for why she shouldn’t be going to bed,” he chuckled as the truck went silent, “Just admit it, you’re wrong and I win.” 

“Never!” you declared dramatically and began to laugh too, thumping Frankie’s shoulder as he mimicked you with a cheeky grin. You didn’t want this date to end, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you feel this good by just hanging out with them. Frankie made you laugh, asked about your life, shared details of his own. And when he touched upon more serious subjects, the death of Redfly, his divorce, he made you want to reach out and comfort him, to soothe some of the pain that flashed across his face. 

“I had a great time,” you admitted, as Frankie walked you to the door, “I’ll never hear the end of it from Benny.” 

Frankie smiled and nodded, “Same, I had a great time too, and I know Ben’s gonna be obnoxious about it. But I’d love to see you again, it’ll be worth putting up with his smug face for that.” 

“I’d like that,” you replied, stopping as you came to your front door, “Give me a call?” 

“You can count on it,” he answered, dropping his hand that had been resting on the small of your back. He suddenly glanced down at his shoes and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, before he looked up at you again. 

“Can I…kiss you goodnight?” he asked, his voice low and warm. There was a smile there, like he knew you wouldn’t say no, not after the evening you’d just shared. 

“Yes, please,” you replied, resisting the urge to look at his mouth, lacing your fingers through his as he moved closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. 

The warmth of his palm on your cheek was easy, natural, and then his lips found yours in a heartbeat. Heat flooded your body, your free hand finding his shoulder and holding on to the solid body under his shirt. Frankie let slip a low hum, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips to his tongue. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist instead, pulling you closer as you took hold of his shirt, bunching it up in your fist, heart pounding in your chest. 

It was over far too soon, leaving you both slightly breathless and glass eyed as Frankie loosened his hold around your waist, but still kept you close. 

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he mumbled, his eyes still on your mouth. 

“Yes,” you replied, transfixed by the way his plump bottom lip looked after being kissed, rosy and slick. You reached up and slid your thumb across it, making Frankie briefly close his eyes. They were a shade darker when he opened them again. 

“Frankie,” you asked, “do you have plans for tomorrow morning?” 

He took a couple of beats to answer, his eyes narrowing with a slight smile. 

“No, I have no plans for tomorrow morning,” he finally replied and you tore your gaze from his mouth to look into his eyes.  

“Do you want to have breakfast with me?” 

“I would love to have breakfast with you,” he mumbled as you fumbled for your keys, pushing the door open. His lips were on yours again before you’d even grabbed him, pulling him over the threshold. 

Across the street, Benny grinned and got up from his porch swing. 

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Broken souls

Part 2.

AK!Jason Todd x Civilian!Fem reader

Summary: Your life at GCPD, uncovering Gotham’s criminals and darkest secrets. Jason coming back as Arkham knight.

Warnings: cat calling, violence.

A/n: This can be read as a stand alone, but I suggest reading Part 1.

Btw!! Its lightly based on the AK game but doesnt follow exact lore.

Arkham Knight. His name was everywhere. Gotham’s streets, the GCPD you worked at, the news, even your local convenience store.

And you despised it.

You despised not being able to do anything about it.

Your role wasn’t that big. You were just Officer Gordon’s assistant. Fresh new worker, untouched and incorruptible, unlike 50% of Gothams “police”. You payed close attention to conversations, sneaked in places you definitely shouldn’t have. A few months is what it took you to figure it all out. It made you feel foolish, for putting your trust in the police.

Gotham needed its justice. While most thought it was far beyond saving, you knew it still needed good people fighting for it. Like you and Gordon. Gordon was dedicated to fighting crime. You admired his commitment, but it was not sustainable, mentally especially.

You found out about his “friend” pretty soon too, or maybe Gordon just wanted you to know, about Batman. Their little check ins on the rooftop, every few evenings.

You couldn’t help yourself. So one night, when you saw your boss going up the stairs, you knew the drill. You followed him carefully. Maybe because you knew they were going to talk about Arkham Knight, or maybe you just needed to see Batman. To make sure he’s real. To make sure Robin was real.

You tried your best to stay hidden, and to hear their conversation through the heavy rain. The only words you could make out were “report” and “knight”, everything else sounded like gibberish.

When you heard heavy footsteps you ran back to your shared office. Pretending nothing happened.

You saw Gordon come in, files in his hand.

“Good evening, Officer Gordon.”

“As good as it gets, kid.” He scoffed out, clearly irritated. You decided not to question it. Old man, had a lot on his mind. What you did pay attention to, were the files and where he placed them.

You stepped out of your office,

“Done blowing the officer, huh?” One of the detectives made a crude gesture, hollowing his cheeks and mimicking a blow job, a few snickers came from the guys around him. You ignored them, nails digging in the flesh of your palm. Fighting back tears of anger.

Yes, being accused of sleeping with your older, married boss was one of the downsides of being a young woman who’s working in the Gotham police department.

You wanted to wipe those grins off their face, but you knew you couldn’t. Not alone at least, which, in this case, you were.

Officer was getting ready to leave from work, when you walked into the office.

“Don’t worry, I’ll close.” You pointed out to the keys in his hand, “still got a ton of papers to work on.” You felt guilty for lying.

You weren’t a bad person, right? You were just curious.

“Alright, don’t overwork yourself too much.” He nodded.

“Unless I wanna become like you?”

“You don’t, kid” He smirked, heading out.

You waited a bit, got up, closed the door.

The files. You gently got them out, eyes scanning over the words.

𝐆𝐂𝐏𝐃 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭- 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚.

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𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 - 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙨 𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮

𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚: 𝘼𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 & 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩: 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣

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𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬

𝘾𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘼𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣

𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚

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𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 & 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨: 𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝟮,𝟬𝟬𝟬+ 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢.

𝙑𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨: 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮-𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙨.

𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨: 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝-𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨, 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨.

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚: 𝘼𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧),

𝙐𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩).

𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨: 𝙊𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜:

𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨’ 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 – 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 – |abandoned|

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 – 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩 – 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩

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𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮 & 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙨

𝟬𝟮:𝟰𝟱 𝘼𝙈: 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡. 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙.

𝟬𝟯:𝟮𝟬 𝘼𝙈: 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨. 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝟬𝟰:𝟬𝟬 𝘼𝙈: 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝟬𝟱:𝟭𝟱 𝘼𝙈: 𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧.

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𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 – 𝘼𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨:

𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚.

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣’𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨 (𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣).

𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚:

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨.

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨.

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

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𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙮

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 & 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧.

𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙪𝙥.

𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧-𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.

𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧—𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝟮𝟰 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

𝘼𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

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𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮.

𝙂𝘾𝙋𝘿 ��𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨.

𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙.

𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩.

You got your phone out as fast as you could, taking pictures of the papers.

There wasn’t a lot of useful information, not even pictures. You didn’t know what he looked like, you heard and read about his military style gear, his mask. That was it.

What you didn’t know about, was his “personal” fling with Batman. You thought he was crazy, well, not as far-gone as scarecrow, but at least similar intentions. Causing Gotham chaos.

You packed your bag, put your coat on and placed the report back neatly.

On your way home, you realized you shouldn’t have gotten so caught up back at the department. It was too late to be walking home alone. The alleys felt like hidden dangers lurking around the corner, like someone was constantly watching over you. Waiting for you to crack. You gripped your bag tightly, pepper spray in hand.

Like that would help you.

You thought back on the papers. You felt like you needed to do something. You needed to help. But how?

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw what seemed to look like a group of men, heading towards.. you. Speeding up as you were calculating your moves, panicking on the inside.

Walking in their direction was not a choice. If you turned around and started running? They’d be after you.

And you were anything but a good runner.

What other choice did you have?!

You took a deep breath, turned around, and ran as fast as you could. Not long after, you heard the group speed up, their steps echoing through the alley.

Fuck.

You were too deep into the alleys, you weren’t gonna make it to public space.

They were getting close. Too close.

Worst of all, you were running towards a dead end.

You turned around, what a bad choice that was.

Your foot got caught in an uneven crack in the pavement, you lost your balance. Colliding with the cold, hard concrete.

“Get up, sweetheart, let’s make this quick.” A nasty smelling man sneered, yanking you up. His grip so tight on your arm it bruised.

You trembled in fear.

“Make this quick? Look at her. She’s a piece of candy. Ain’t she?” Another man whistled, the other agreeing.

You were trapped, terror settled deep in your chest.

“That she is. Now be good for us, phone and wallet, and maybe we’ll let you go..”

You stayed silent, mind racing, your pepper spray was useless.

You reached your shaky hand in your purse, grabbing your phone and wallet, ready to hand them.

Suddenly, the air shifted, growing thick.

A figure appeared out of nowhere. It was like a blur of motion. He moved so fast you could barely process it, almost as if his movements were robotic, lacking humanity.

All you could hear were screams and grunts, pounces, thuds and bodies being slammed.

You and the figure were the only ones remaining.

Silence fell over you, along with a tension so thick you froze in place.

You stared at the figure, wide eyed.

He stood tall, intimidating. His presence was suffocating. Almost as if you forgot how to breathe. Body covered in dark, form fitting military armour, reflecting panels on his arms and chest barely catching the little light there was.

You squinted your eyes through the dark, trying to make out his helmet.

“Get out of here.”

You flinched when you heard his voice, distorted by what sounded like a voice modulator.

You took a deep breath, questioning if all of this was just a bad dream.

It wasn’t.

You speed up, passed the figure scared, and ran home. You didn’t have the guts to look up.

When you got home, you locked your doors, your windows, everything.

The only thing that was stuck on your mind was the figure.

You didn’t sleep that night, even with all of the pills you took.

Military gear, tall, intimidating.

No. You were paranoid. It couldn’t have been.

It couldn’t have been the Arkham Knight.

Right?

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[wendichester]

Darling! How are you? How is your week?

🍄 here

You said I could send more asks… so I’m going to reaaaally use that! Hope that’s ok :)

Hear me out… Dean an HER are undercover in a bar/roadhouse whatever to gather intel… SHE has to sing on stage because of reasons (you’re the genius writer you’ll figure it out 😘) and she sings “rhinestone ring” from Abby Cone cause she’s cheesy and her and Dean are idiots in love who have to talk about their feelings eventually?

Can be fluffy can be steamy… you decide

Luv ya 🍄

⋆˚˖° rhinestone ring,

summary. serenading dean in the middle of a case because the tension between you two is becoming unbearable

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 957

notes. first time hearing this song but it clicks so well with dean imo ehe thanks for the request lovely 🩷🍄

This is not what Dean signed up for.

He leans against the bar, whiskey in hand, watching as you step onto the stage, bathed in warm, golden light. The roadhouse is packed tonight—truckers, bikers, hunters, all of them turning to watch as you adjust the mic stand.

He should be watching the room. Keeping an eye out for their mark.

Instead, he’s watching you.

Your eyes flick to his before the music starts, and even from across the bar, Dean can see the teasing glint in them. You’re loving this.

He grits his teeth, rolling his shoulders. This is all part of the plan—cozy up to the locals, get the information they need, maybe shake a few hands and flash a few flirtatious smiles. The singing part? Not in the original game plan.

But you took one look at the stage, grinned like you had a secret, and next thing he knew, some gruff-looking guy was handing you a guitar and calling your name into the mic.

Now, Dean watches, breath held, as you bring the mic closer and let your voice pour into the room.

"Some girls want a big old diamond on a hand they hold too tight, Some girls wanna be in a fairytale, that’s just not my style..."

Your voice is smooth, soft but full of warmth, curling around every word like honey. Dean swallows hard, his fingers tightening around his glass.

He should have known you’d pick something like this.

You smirk as you get to the next part, eyes locking on him.

"I just want a rhinestone ring, Buy it with a neon glow, From a pawn shop down on Broadway, We’ll keep it on the low..."

Dean can feel the heat creeping up his neck. The crowd is eating it up, nodding along, tapping their fingers against their beers. They don’t know that this is for him, that you’re looking right at him like the words mean something.

He hates that his chest aches at the thought.

Because this is just a job. Just a cover. Just another night spent pretending.

Right?

You keep singing, strumming along to the melody, your voice turning sweeter, softer.

"I don’t need forever, just tonight with you..."

Dean exhales sharply. You have got to be kidding him.

He pushes off the bar, needing to put some space between himself and whatever the hell this is stirring up inside him. He moves to the edge of the crowd, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

You finish the song with a little flourish, sending a wink in his direction before handing off the guitar and hopping off the stage.

The bar erupts into applause.

Dean doesn’t move.

You weave through the crowd, stepping right up to him, eyes shining with amusement. "Well?"

Dean raises an eyebrow. "That was real cute."

"Admit it, Winchester." You nudge him with your hip. "You liked it."

Dean huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "You’re a damn menace, you know that?"

You grin. "And yet, you love me."

The words slip out so easily, so casually, that you don’t even seem to realize what you just said.

But Dean does.

His heart stutters, his smirk faltering for half a second before he covers it up with another sip of whiskey.

You tilt your head, watching him. "What?"

Dean sets his glass down on the table behind him, swallowing past the lump in his throat. "Nothing."

But you don’t let it go.

Your fingers brush against his wrist, just for a second. A fleeting touch. A spark.

"Dean," you say, softer now.

He clenches his jaw, eyes flicking over the room—looking for an excuse, a distraction, anything.

But there’s nothing. Just you. Just this.

"You ever think about it?" you ask, voice quiet, hesitant.

Dean exhales sharply. "Think about what?"

Your lips quirk up. "A pawn shop ring. A neon glow."

His chest tightens. He should lie. He should. But when he looks at you, standing there with that damn knowing look in your eyes, he can’t.

"Yeah," he admits, voice rough. "Maybe."

You stare at him like you’re waiting for something else, something more.

And hell—maybe you deserve more.

But all Dean can do is shake his head with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "We should get back to work."

You study him for a beat longer before nodding. "Yeah. We should."

Neither of you move.

Dean swears under his breath before grabbing your hand and tugging you into the shadows of the hallway leading to the back of the bar.

You barely have time to gasp before his mouth is on yours, hungry and desperate, kissing you like he’s been dying for it.

And maybe he has.

You kiss him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, like you knew this was coming. Like you knew all along.

Dean presses you against the wall, hands gripping your hips, feeling the way you fit against him like you were always meant to be here.

"Thought you didn’t do fairytales," he murmurs against your lips.

You smile, breathless. "I don’t."

His lips trail along your jaw, down to your neck. "Then what the hell was that song about?"

You laugh softly, tilting your head back to give him more access. "Not every love story needs a fairytale ending."

Dean pulls back just enough to look at you. "And ours?"

You search his face, your fingers brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "Ours is whatever we want it to be." You shrug slightly. "As long as you're next to me, I don't really care,"

His breath catches.

And maybe a pawn shop ring and a neon glow don’t sound so bad after all.

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[allertonhoe]

A2 + A5 with rafe please, a bit of angst then fluff at the end !!! also congratulations on 500 !!

thank you!!! hope you enjoy ☺️☺️ really had fun writing this one!!!

prompts: "Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry" + "Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything"

content warnings: 18+ MDNI, original afab!reader, men being men/being gross about women,

500 follower celebration!

It was humiliating to say the least. You knew that being Rafe Cameron's girlfriend wasn't always the easiest task. There were expectations of you, one of them being that you had to accompany him to fancy Kook soirées. But tonight, you'd gotten pushed too far.

"Come on," he complained, banging against the locked guest room door. "Please just talk to me. I know I fucked up."

It hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, another obligatory appearance among Figure 8's upper echelon since he was now running Cameron Development. Hanging off Rafe's arm with a cordial smile as he faked his way through small talk with important clients and investors.

At one point, the two of you split off from each other. Being wrangled by one of the other trophy girlfriends to gossip over drinks and 'leave the men to their business,' whatever that meant—something you'd learn very soon. Eventually excusing yourself to the bathroom, you became distracted as you strolled past the billiards room and noticed it was buzzing in conversation.

"Is she that good, Cameron?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you only keep a girl like that around for one reason."

Your jaw dropped at the sexist declaration, especially when you knew there was a good chance this person had probably acted the complete opposite less towards you than an hour ago when Rafe was by your side. It's not that you were ignorant to that type of behavior in these settings, you'd just never heard it so explicitly. 

This was part of why you loved Rafe, though. He was headstrong and fiercely protective of the things that were important to him, which included you. He had a reputation for having a dangerously short fuse, a trait you were appreciative of in this moment. But that wasn't the response you heard at all.

"Seriously, dude? You should brag about your girl more. The stories I've heard-"

"Shut up, Topper."

"No, no. I mean it as, like, a good thing. Those two have the freakiest sex. The stories I've heard. Tell them about that thing she can do when she puts her legs over her-"

"Damn, Rafe. And you aren't sharing any of the dirty details with the rest of us? That's cold, man..."

"My girl's just amazing; what can I say?"

"Enjoy that while it lasts. I wish my wife was still eager and willing like that. Didn't talk back yet, just did whatever I told her because she wanted to keep me around. Made sure I was taken care of like your girl still does, if you know what I mean."

The group of businessmen laughed boisterously as they proceeded with their banter, while your supposed knight-in-shining-armour stood along with them. Actually clinking his glass with the man's who made that comment, not even attempting to clear your name.

Your mind raced as you helplessly watched the scene unfold in front of you. Usually the two of you were on the same page, but right now you could barely recognized your boyfriend. Why didn't he confront them at all? Was he embarrassed over you? 

Your clutch fell from your hand, making your presence known as it hit the ground. Not daring to shift your regard back to the room full of local moguls, their conversation stilling there. Rushing to pick it up and return to the group of naive women you were seemingly better off with, but hearing a familiar set of footsteps follow behind you.

At first, Rafe tried explaining himself a few times. So you stubbornly shut him out and did what you apparently did best—blindly follow his lead like a doting puppy. Getting knowing looks from the same snobby men he’d just been chatting with as he quickly decided it was time to make his exit, your rage not going unnoticed.

Your silence prevailed throughout the car ride home despite his continued attempts to apologize, not sparing him a glance as you stormed into the house and up to one of the guest bedrooms. Locking the door behind you as the disparaging remarks swirled through your brain.

"Baby, let me in," he reiterates desperately.

He kept pounding on the door and you kept ignoring him, not in any mood to spend the rest of the evening rehashing your unsettled conflict. Becoming startled when it suddenly stopped after a few minutes, the quiet only worrying you knowing your boyfriend's unpredictable temper.

And then, in his irrational fashion, the thick wood broke off its hinges like it was no big deal. Barreling into the formerly tranquil room, brushing a hand through his hair dramatically as he caught his breath. Feeling a little resentful that he decided to channel his frustration into that outrageous display instead of actually backing you up earlier. 

"Are you fucking serious?" You grill him, not hiding how unimpressed you were.

"What?" He counters, glancing at the wreckage and waving it off. "Don't worry about that."

You just rolled your eyes, diverting your attention from him as resentment crept back up on you. A tear rolling down your cheek as you remembered why you were in here, avoiding him, in the first place. Rafe kneeling down to bring himself to your level, his thumb wiping it off your skin. 

"Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry." He whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry. You know how the guys can be..."

"It's not that, Rafe. You didn't come to my defense at all when they were all objectifying me. I thought I meant more to you than that..." You detail with disappointment. "I'm just... I'm tired. It's been a long night. I'm gonna sleep in here, or one of the rooms that has a door attached."

"No, baby. Let me make it up to you," he contends further.

Not having any more energy to keep scolding him, you slipped under the covers and got as comfortable as you were able to without changing out of your cocktail dress or taking off your makeup. Feeling a dip at the bottom of the mattress, Rafe reaching out and caressing the shape of your silhouette.

"Yell, scream, say something..." he begs weakly, his voice breaking and barely a whisper as he finished his plea. "Anything..."

He crawled across the bed, lying behind you and placing his arms over your torso. Pulling you as close as he was able to with the comforter still separating your bodies. Shutting your eyes momentarily as you basked in the calm you'd been craving all night.

"I'm so sorry, baby... I should've told them to knock it off, but it's complicated with these guys. They're some of my dad's oldest clients. I can't just lose my shit on them, as much as I might want to." He justifies to you. "Please... I'll let you do whatever you want..."

As he waited for your answer, he moved your hair off the back of your neck and started pecking across the flesh. Pressing delicate, wanton kisses before stopping at your shoulder and resting his chin there, leaving one last chaste peck on your cheek. Trying your absolute best not to give in to his persuasive tactics. 

"Whatever I want?" you echo, catching his grin reappear as your discomfort faded.

"Anything," he coos, prompting you to turn over to face him properly.

"You're definitely gonna regret that," you threaten playfully. 

"Yeah?" he mutters, squeezing your waist possessively.

"Mhmm..." You hum, capturing his lips with yours. Rafe tangling his tongue with your own as he took over control and spent the rest of the evening helping you forget about the disastrous gala.

[miyuka1709]

I want to write Sommie but I'm lazy and also I have no idea what to do with her, her psyche, her themes.

So I decided to just play the Stranger route and write down all her possible dialogues alongside Sinist's.

(Spoilers for Chapter II : The Stranger under the cut)

> For all I know, you're locked up down here for a reason. Do you know why you're down here?

Somber : “But you know, right? You have to know. You're the only other person I've ever seen, or at least the only one I can remember. Don't give me false hope. Please just end this already. One way or another, just do it.”

Sinister : “Don’t be coy. We both know why I'm locked away here. I'm a monster, and the second I get out of this place, I'm going to end the entire world.”

> You're apparently a threat to the world. I was sent here to slay you.

Sinister : “Because I am. Everything you've heard about me is true, and I am going to lay waste to everything. Starting with you.”

> If I let you out of here, what are you going to do?

Sinister : “Besides, you already know what I'm going to do.”

Somber : “If you want to put an end to me, then put an end to me.”

> Getting down here was… weird. Like I was pulled apart and put back together again. Do you know what happened to me?

Somber : “We're probably stuck down here forever, aren't we? There's no way out, and barely a way in.”

Sinister : (Oho~) “I thought they would send something better to deal with me. If the stairs managed to chew you up, I will devour you.”

> What's your name?

Somber : “It doesn't matter. I've been down here for so long. What's the point of a name if there's no one around to use it?”

Sinister : “I don't need a name. My name is whatever hushed whispers follow in the wake of my devastation.”

> There's more of you now

Somber : “I don't feel like I've gotten any bigger.”

Sinister : “It must be fear creeping into your heart. You know you can't stop me.”

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Now I just have to spend a week thinking about what to do about them and trying to come up with a somewhat unique voice for their chapter IIs

Somber/Hopeless is basically Broken if he was a Princess? Whiny, sad, seeks peace, safety, comfort, passive.

Sinister is basically Nightmare Princess but less scary or powerful.

Now what

[everlastingauthor]

Hi! This is my first time seeing your blog and it looks amazing! I was wondering do you take writing requests? If you don't, it's okay. I was wondering how would Shanks react if someone insulted his lover by saying "You shouldn't have been born" or "Your existence causes a lot of suffering" to them? How would the Red-Haired pirates react?

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➣ Author's Note: Almost crashed out because I originally written this earlier and was happily about to post it only for Tumblr to say bad connection and delete my process, I was about to just do it tomorrow but I'm not going to let Tumblr make me crash out. So here's the request I decided to throw in Mihawk and Buggy. If you like my content follow me, if you like this silly fic then heart, comment, and share. Please do not re upload my work anywhere else or feed it an ai bot.

Shanks

You had been shopping in town with Shanks, you wanted to get some supplies and food for the ship since the crew would be set sailing tonight, and you of course always set sail with your strawberry colored haired boyfriend. You decide to make creamy garlic chicken and roasted vegetables for the crew tonight, as you and Shanks walked through the market, you walked up to a fruit stand seeing the delicious peaches and oranges, fruits were definitely high on the list and you could make a nice peach pie for dessert. " How can I help you? " The man said, but you and fruit seller both froze up when your gaze locked on each other. This fruit seller was an old boyfriend of yours someone that you broke with because they were toxic and controlling, you couldn't handle their cruel words or trying to control every aspect of your life, and whenever you tried to breakup with them, they would break down and gaslight you into staying trapped in the relationship, so that instead of breaking up you ran away from them. Five months later and you were in a relationship with Shanks. " [Reader] " The fruit seller named Mark's tone was cold. You turned towards Shank and gave a weary smile. " Let's go get fruit from a different stand. " You asked, a bit of pleading in your voice.

Shanks could sense your discomfort and nodded his head, as you and Shanks began walking away Mark spoke out again. " Go ahead run away, like you always do like you did from us that's your existence causes a lot of suffering, you caused me a lot of suffering! " Mark's voice filled with anger and distaste. You stopped in your tracks and shoved the bags into Shanks arms along with the list, if there's one thing Shanks knew about you is that you didn't let anyone get away with talking shit to you, so he watched as you stomped up to the fruit stand to confront your ex. " Suffering? I caused you suffering!? I ran off because you were a selfish bastard and a control freak, so of course I ran away because I couldn't have a normal breakup or relationship with you! " You pressed down on your words believing each one. " I'm glad I ran away because I found someone way greater than you, I pray the next person you get with doesn't have to witness the pain and horrors you cause to feel so big. " With that you turned away and walked off.

Shanks watched as you took the bags and list from his hands and walked away, Shanks knew with how heated you were that you would forget the fruit, so he walked up to Mark's stand and began putting fruit in the bag as Mark stood there fuming. " That's my [Reader] always fierce and doesn't let anyone push her around, but be glad that they went off your with words, because I wouldn't use words but I don't want to ruin this amazing market or this delicious looking fruit. Hopefully your next relationship is as fresh and healthy as these oranges. " Shanks grinned placing the right amount of berries into Mark's hand. " Have a good day. " Shanks walked away catching up with you. Back at the ship he let you vent your frustrations and feelings, as you two cuddled in bed.

Buggy

You had been dating Buggy was quite a while, you joined his crew after he fell in love with your humor and eyes. Oh how your jokes made him laugh until his sides hurt and he could always get lost in your eyes. While Buggy loved having you on board some of the crews members didn't especially Micheal, he couldn't handle Buggy's favoritism over you. How Buggy didn't give you much to do, yell at you, or let you sleep in for however long you wanted. Michael also found your talkative behavior and jokes annoying, he sometimes wished that whenever the ship was attacked that you would die first. While Buggy was making plans with some crew members, you went to go get some sun on your skin. Micheal and three other crew members named Slice, Molly, and Apollo were playing cards, you wanted in on the game and asked to join of course Molly and Apollo told you to hop on it, Micheal rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. As the game began you were on a wining streak always having good cards and a good poker face. Once in awhile you would tell jokes that would make Apollo and Molly laugh, but Micheal didn't he just tried to bite his tongue.

But this didn't last long especially when you kept beating Micheal. " Well, I guess that's game looks like my ability at cards is unmatched. " You grinned proudly as Apollo and Molly congratulate you for winning but Micheal sat there pouting like a child who just got their candy taken away. " Aw, come on Mikey turn that smile upside down it's just a game, you'll win next time just not against me. " You teased. " Just shut up already, you are so damn annoying, I only tolerate you because of Captain Buggy this ship would be so much more peaceful and better, if you weren't born you shouldn't have been born! " Micheal yelled. You sat there stunned with Molly and Apollo, tears began pricking in your eyes as you ran off. Micheal didn't care that he made you cry but when he saw Apollo and Molly's scared faces looking at something behind him, he turned around but it wasn't something but someone. It was Buggy with a cold look and a snarl, Micheal swallowed hard and tried to explain himself even tried to get Molly and Micheal to back him up but those two were gone, it was just Micheal and Buggy.

Buggy eventually found you in the the cabin that you two shared, crying into a pillow on your side of the bed, Buggy laid down pulled you close to him. " You're not annoying and I'm glad you were born sugarplum, you make me the happiest clown through the entire sea, Michael has lost left our circus business and will no longer bother you ever again~ " Buggy rubbed your back. You knew what that meant and buried your face in Buggy's chest appreciating your boyfriend's comfort.

Mihawk

You were once a marine but only because your mother wanted you to follow in her footsteps, she would push you so hard to the point it became abuse, so when you finally became a marine. You came across Mihawk and the two of you fell in love, of course your mother would never approve, she already wanted to set you up with another marine that was up to her standards. Your mother never forgave you for running away with Mihawk and your position at the marines, but you couldn't care less you were happy with Mihawk and he was happy with you. Since you and Mihawk had been dating for a long time, your anniversary was on Friday and Mihawk planned to take you out to dinner, the two of you helped each other get ready and arrived at the restaurant, it was beautiful and the food smelled delicious. " They say this place as the best wine, I'll be the judge of that. " Mihawk said pulling out your chair. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much your boyfriend loved wine. As you picked up your menu to look, you froze up hearing a familiar voice at the table. You turned your head seeing your mother drinking with some marines, your mother noticed your gaze and the two of you stared at each. You turned your head away quickly and focused on your menu well tried to focus and calm yourself. " Are you okay dearest? " Mihawk asked.

You nodded your head. " Yes, I'm fine let's just order. " You gave a weary smile. Mihawk could tell you weren't fine but didn't press the manner he would ask when you are both back home, the two of you went through dinner talking and laughing you had forgotten about your mother. Once you and Mihawk finished dinner and dessert, you two were ready to head home. As you guys waited for the check, your mother walked over intoxicated on whatever she was drinking, as her icy cold glare was on you. " Oh, look its the two love birds. " Your mother held onto the table leaning in close to you as you shrank in your seat. " I see you and him are still together when you could have been with Tony, your existence causes me a lot of suffering more than when I birthed you, you shouldn't have been more you ungrateful little - " Your mother words were cut short as Mihawk had his sword at her neck. " I would refrain from talking to my partner in such a manner unless you want to lay across this table like a check. " Mihawk withdrew his sword as your mother stood there trembling, Mihawk walked over to you. " Let's go [Reader]. " Mihawk offered his hand as the two of you left, Mihawk told you the whole night how much you mean to him and that he was grateful you came into existence.

[wafflexdguy]

Powering Off.

It's a normal day!

Until it isn't.

A Vee x Reader.

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Side note: look up what happens when pressure builds up and you'll realize what happened.

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When Gardenview closed down, the Toons stook together. Because they were all they had left. You were among those Toons. An Unnamed character that somehow got popular enough to get your own Toon for a one-off occasion. The anniversary of Gardenview opening. 

It was lucky enough that you were able to come into existence. You chose your own name, one that you felt you were comfortable with. 

You got along with the other Toons just fine, the one that you interacted with anyway. Dandy, Astro, Vee, Goob, Scraps... You've met some of the Toons, but all of them were aware of your existence in some capacity. You don't know most of the other Toons on a personal level either. Which was fine, you kind of liked being alone anyway. You were used to it. 

You got along with Vee pretty well. You hang out with her a lot, and she seems to enjoy your presence. You don't really go on her gameshows though, just kind of participate in the crowd. She's invited you a few times to host with her, which you accepted. 

...Until she revoked your second invitation because you made too many jokes. 

It annoyed her, but you two never stopped hanging out. It was weird in a way; the loner hangs out with the extrovert all the time. 

Funny.

Eventually, you found Vee in her room practicing for her next gameshow, reading over questions, practicing which tone she'll be using, putting in the whole nine yards for a small audience. You decided to interrupt her practice. 

"Salutations, Vee." You formally greeted, which grabbed the televisions attention. She smiled when her digital eyes landed on you, walking up to you. 

"Greetings to my #1 contestant!" She put her hands behind her back. "What can I do for you today?"

You smiled as you put your hands behind your back. "Well, I was just hoping I could stick around and watch you practice your show."

She perked up, smiling brighter. "Actually, I have a better idea." She went over to a box, digging through it as you looked at her quizzically. After a moment or two she popped back up with a microphone that wasn't attached to her tail in hand.

"How about you be a practice contestant?" She offered. "Not a real contestant in front of crowds, but as practice, without all the crowds."

You hesitated. Vee noticed and quickly dialed back. "Unless you don't want to, no pressure." She tried to play off cooly. After a moment, you grabbed the microphone from her hand.

"I don't see any harm in it." 

Vee gave a toothy smile. "Great!" She quickly waltzed on over to a crate and stood on top of it. After one robotic clearing of the throat (ignoring that she doesn't have one) she acted as if a spotlight had just shunned down on her and grabbed her microphone. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have one of our most exciting gameshows yet!" She dramatically exclaimed, one hand up in the air and the other holding the microphone up to her face. "And today, as one of our contestants, we have the one, and only...!" 

She said your name as if you were a celebrity. Something she did with all the contestants, but this time she said yours with more vigor. You dramatically waved to the non-existent audience.

"Thank you, thank you! Glad to be here." You attempted to lean on the non-existent podium, only to fall flat on our face.

Vee let out a snort. "Clearly one of our smarter contestants too." She joked.

"Shut up..." You muttered. She let out a robotic giggle as she jumped down from her crate and walked over to you, offering a hand to which you accepted. "Thanks."

"No problem," she offered a smile, "you okay?" She questioned cautiously, still retaining a small smirk. 

You nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Let's get back to practicing, yeah?" 

Vee shrugged, but you can tell she was still slightly worried. "If you insist." She waltzed back on over to the crate and climbed back on top of it. In a single moment, she was back in character, giving the confident smirk and a hand on her hip. 

"Question one:" She started, "How many legs does a lobster have?"

Finn usually gives off fish facts... a bit too often whenever he isn't making puns about them. Or even when he's giving puns about them. Either way, you know he's mentioned this once or twice.

"Ten." You confidently answer. Vee digs around in her bowtie, pulling out a card and reading over it for a moment. He screen turns into a checkmark as she gives a thumbs up.

"Ding ding ding! Correct!" She tosses the card behind her without a second thought. "That's 5 points to the contestant that answered first!" You let out a small chuckle as she got more and more into the act.

"Second question: What is a Deodar?" Vee questioned, raising her microphone towards you as you tried to think of a reasonable answer. The only thing you could come up with is a brand of deodorant.

"A.... Deodorant?" You guessed. Like clockwork, Vee pulls out a card from her bowtie once again and reads over it. 

A red 'X' flashes on her screen. She imitates a buzzer sound. "Sorry! Unfortunately, that's incorrect." She gives a weak smile. "The correct answer was a large Evergreen tree!"

You slightly beat yourself up for getting that wrong. Obviously the first thing you think of when 'deodar' comes up is 'deodorant'. You don't show it though and allow Vee to continue, only letting out a small 'dang' as a response to the failed question.

Vee discards the second card. "Third question:" Vee's toothy grin is now apparent and more obvious. "This one's a doozy," Vee commented, "Where in the human body would you find the medulla oblongata?"

"Oh!" A third voice enters the fray. "Is it in the brain?"

You look over to where the voice came from: Scraps appearing into your view as she smiles innocently. Vee's once happy go lucky attitude and expression evaporates into air as she quickly rummages through her bowtie, retrieving the card and quickly reading it over.

Vee glares at Scraps. "Of course you got that one right..." Vee mutters, clearly seething. You just tilted your head.

"How'd you get that one?" You questioned, not noticing Vee slightly fuming on top of the crate. 

Scraps just shrugged. "Just a lucky guess."

Vee rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "It's always a lucky guess." Vee grumbles as she hops down from her crate. "What do you want, Scraps?" She asks, unamused by the sudden intrusion. 

"Oh, right!" Scraps perks up. "Glisten wanted me to go get you for something, he didn't tell me what it was."

"Of course he does." Vee mutters something about 'breaking another microphone' and starts to move past Scraps, not even sparing a glance. 

"Are you mad at me?" Asked Scraps.

"Yes." Vee simply replies.

"Oh." 

Vee exits the room with you not too far behind her. You quickly catch up to her, looking at her quizzically trying to figure out what she was mad about.

"So," You started, "what was all of that about?" You tried to not come off as demanding when saying that, or rude. She just looks over to you briefly and sighs. 

"Scraps always 'guesses' my questions correctly." She explains. "Doesn't matter how hard it is, or how dumb it is, she always gets it right!" She yells angrily, throwing her hands up in the air as she continues to walk with you by her side.

"Which two months of the year are named for mortal men?" She questions, not towards you but more of an imitation. "Oh, July and August!" She answers herself; imitating Scraps voice. 

"Cows produce 3% less milk when listening to what kind of music?" She presses forward. "Country music?"

Vee lets out a small, frustrated grunt. "It's always her getting the right answer, no matter how hard the questions are, it's like clockwork that she guesses them correctly, every. Single. Time." She facepalms herself. "It's just more annoying than infuriating, at this rate I'm going to lose all of my prizes to give out to contestants." 

You pat her on the back. "Hey, that lucky streak can't keep going on forever." You attempt to reassure her. "And you'll get her eventually." 

Vee perks up at that. She smiles softly.  "Thanks, bonehead. I appreciate that."

"Bonehead, huh?" You smile. "Was that for failing the 'deodar' question?" 

Vee scrambles herself as she attempts to correct herself. "Er- No! It wasn't meant as-"

"Kidding, kidding. I know what you meant." You stick your tongue out at her. Vee composes herself as she chuckles.

"You're the worst, you know that?" You only giggle in response.

"So I've been told."

Both of you were interrupted by a sudden rumbling sound coming from the next room. The old playroom of Gardenview. Well, it's more of a library, but the kids never treated it like that, they always ran around even when they weren't supposed to. Both of you look at each other confused as the rumbling continues. 

You're the first one to speak up. "Uh, should we go check that out?" Vee looks back at the room. It wasn't anything out of a horror movie, the place was still well lit. No real sense of danger other than the rumbling sound.

"I don't see why not." Vee answers, beginning to walk over towards the library with you in tow. 

The room looked well kept; most likely by Dandy, who hasn't stopped trying to keep the place neat and tidy ever since the place closed down. The rumbling in the room, unfortunately couldn't be pinned down to one location, which annoyed both you and Vee. 

"Of course it's never easy..." Vee mutters, looking around briefly to try and track down the source of the noise. She taps her foot as her tail sways around, occasionally flicking around as Vee's frustration grows higher.

"Hey," She grabs your attention as you look inside a room -not entering it-, looking at you. "Maybe it would be easier if we split up. Just to cover more ground." She clarifies. 

"You sure?" You ask to confirm. Vee nods and you take that as your cue to look around, Vee briefly following behind you before splitting to look for the source of the noise. 

You don't have much luck. You see a few machines here an there, almost as if they're containers for something, but they're empty. So whatever was supposed to be in there, you won't know for now. 

Your search stops as you come across a poster. Usually featuring the Toons that are more prevalent in the show, but this one shows you; the one from the Gardenview anniversary. It describes you- What would have been you if the lawsuits hadn't come up. You sigh solemnly as you realize what you could have probably had. 

Too late to do anything about it now, though. 

you continue to walk around for a bit, coming across of fan mail directed towards the Toons. You find some that feature Astro, Dandy, Sprout, Cosmo... It was good times. Of course, you were only there in spirit, just kind of watching it unfold because corporate wanted you to stay hidden until the big reveal on anniversary day. But still, good times.

"Hey!" A robotic voice cuts through your reminiscing. "Think I found it."

You look to where the voice is, and It's Vee poking her head out from behind a bookshelf. You immediately walk over to her.

"You found it?"

Vee nods, gesturing her head towards the sound. "Yeah, turns out it's this-"

...

She doesn't get the time to finish her sentence as whatever she was gesturing towards exploded, sending what you could make out to be glass shards, mechanical parts and a black liquid. Ichor.

It sends her flying back, hitting a nearby table. You yell her name as you immediately rush towards her, sliding on your knees as you try to assess her situation. Her situation being that nothing seemed damaged or injured, but the unsettling amount of Ichor that she's covered in is unsettling. 

"Holy- Are you okay?!" You ask, grabbing her hand. She sits up slightly as she rubs her head.

"Yeah- I think?" She stands up as she shakes off the Ichor off her off hand. "What the hell was that?!" She yells, looking over to where the explosion happened. You look over too, seeing what was one of those machines earlier, except now mangled and broken beyond repair. 

She huffs. "Stupid fricking machine." She mutters, attempting to shake off the Ichor, with only partial success. "Ugh, I'm going to have to get Tisha to help me out with this. And I have a show coming up in a few days and this happens."

You don't get any Ichor on you when she waves her arm again trying to get the Ichor off, to no success, this time seemingly sticking like glue. Vee lets out a disgusted sound as she just dangles her arm there, with the goop slicking down like a weird slime. 

You sigh. "Well, hey; go check up with Tisha and get yourself cleaned up, m'kay? I'll go to Glisten on your behalf to save you the trouble, sound good?"

Vee looks at you, then her arm. With a sigh, she nods slowly. You give her a thumbs up and then make your way to the exit of the library. 

...

Was she supposed to be feeling sick?

-Pretend like I put a really smooth transition here wooooooooo-

Glisten didn't want much, only to show off to Vee that he built his own stage and seats out of an old room, much to Dandy's annoyance, who was off to the side with his hands behind his back. You didn't really care much for it, and you knew Vee wouldn't either if she was here. 

Glisten was disappointed that you were the one that got to witness his show-off, but nonetheless, here you are. 

As you walk away from the (rather loud and long) lecture about how to 'properly set up a stage', you come across Tisha. Who was walking way with a trash bag of... Something, you couldn't tell what it was from a glance. 

"Oh, hey, Tisha." You wave to her, immediately grabbing her attention. She waves back as she calls your name back happily. You walk up to her with a friendly smile weary with exhaustion.

"How's Vee?" You quickly ask, hoping for the best. 

She smiles wide in return. "Oh, she's doing great! Came to me covered in Ichor though and it was... really hard to get off..." She drifts her eyes to the trash bag, holding it up slightly. It's only now that you're noticing her hands are covered with Ichor. 

"Really hard getting it off." She repeats. "But I did it! I was just going to throw this out but... She looked like she was about to throw up."

You stiffen up at that. 

"Strange because she doesn't have... Y'know, a mouth to throw up from?" She comments, putting a hand up to her chin. "She said that she was going to her room if you wanted to go see her."

You recompose yourself. "I'll go do that. Thanks for the help, Tisha!" You wave off as you walk away. She waves you away as she goes out to take out the trash. 

You power walk your way to Vee's room. You figured her feeling sick was due to her colliding with the table from the explosion. Speaking of, you should probably go let Dandy know that the library was now considered a hazard due to that. 

You sigh, either way, you'll go help her. It's the least you can do; you figure; for being such a good friend.

As you make your way to Vee's room, you considered just walking on in like you always do, but... For some reason you felt like this time you should knock. Just out of respect.

As you do, you hear a weak 'doors open'. You gently open the door.

"Vee? You okay?"

Vee immediately perks up from her bed, looking over at you with a weak smile. "Hey, good to see you again!" 

"It's only been a few hours." You joke, leaving Vee chuckling nervously. 

"Yeah... It's just..." Vee pauses. "What's that look for?" 

You point at her. "Your eyes and antennae are different." You point out. Confused, Vee grabs a mirror and looks at herself, immediately noting the enlarged antennae and red dots in her eyes. 

"That's..." She pauses, "New."

"The unsettling kind of new." You finish, walking up to her and sitting beside her as she continues to inspect herself. She flicks at her antennae and makes other gestures with her face to see if the red glint will go away. None of her attempts work.

You clutch the bed. "How're you feeling?"

She looks back at you, trying to come up with the right words. "How do you describe it...? It feels like my stomachs twisting." She describes for you, leaving you giving a weak chuckle.

"And you don't even have a stomach."

"That's not funny."

"I know."

"This shouldn't be happening..." She stresses. "I shouldn't feel like I'm sick, I-I'm mechanical." You put a hand up to your chin, attempting to think of an answer to that problem.

You come up with something. "Did you download a virus?"

"I'll show you a virus-!" Vee jolts towards you, raising a fist before quickly catching herself. You flinch back, throwing your hands up in defense. Vee backs up from you, trying to give you space to feel more at ease.

"Sorry- I don't-" She keeps cutting herself off. "I don't know why I did that."

You start to get up. "I should go get Rodger, he might know what's going on with you." You start to walk towards the exit, only for Vee to grab onto your wrist. 

"W-Wait! Don't!" She pleads. "Don't leave me alone like this, please..." 

Your pupils dilate. "V-Vee... Your stomach."

She looks down at herself.

...

Taking the saying 'your stomach will eat itself' too literally here, Ichor begins to leak from her stomach region. 

She immediately panics, screaming as she attempts to cover her wounds with her hands, to no avail. You immediately grab her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

"What's happening to me?!" She quickly grabs your arms, her grip probably could cut off blood flow if you had any. 

You stutter as you attempt to come up with a cohesive answer to what was happening to her. "I- I don't know! I don't know h-how to..." Your hands were shaking. You knew this wasn't normal; there's just no way. 

"I- I'll go find someone; I'll go get help-" You failed to do so as Vee adjusted her grip onto your wrists.

"Don't! P-Please don't leave me here alone!" Digital tears flow from the digital eyes as they look at you pleadingly. You're panicking. You don't know what to do, what you could do.

"Vee, I don't- I don't know how to fix this!" You manage to get words out. "I have to go get help; I can't do anything by myself right now..."

You try to think of a temporary solution. 

"Count to 100 for me."

Her trembling gaze looks at you confused. 

"I have to go, count to 100 and I promise I'll be back by then, okay?"

Hesitantly and weakly, she nods. She lets go of your wrists and you immediately run to go find some help. She does as you say.

"One...

Two...

Three...

Four....

Five..."

'Why does it feel like my body is tearing itself apart?' She wonders through pained sobs.

"Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten..."

'Why does it have to hurt so much...?' She thinks despite agonizing moments.

"Eleven...

Twelve...

Thirteen...

Fourteen...

Fifteen..."

'Please...'

"Seventeen...

Eighteen..."

'Somebody...'

"Nineteen...

...Twenty...

Help me..."

[holyhaech]

PLEASE ENVELOPE 4 WITH MARK OR JENO OR JAEHYUN I CANT DECIDE 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

forever only

f!reader x jeong jaehyun (comfort)

you’ve always been top of your class for as long as you could remember. until that annoying boy from korea moved to your town in middle school, that is.

jay jeong, how could you forget his name. it sits on your tongue with a metallic taste, not unlike blood.

he always left a bad taste in your mouth, he just tried too hard yet not hard enough. he always beat you in exams, no matter the subject. even english. how could he beat you at your native language? eugh, he just pissed you off.

that little rivalry ended as soon as it began though, because he moved back to korea for his high school years.

however, you never forgot him. even though you’d tried to convince yourself otherwise. you stayed a try-hard honor roll student in high school, rejecting boys’ advances from your left and right.

whether you realized it or not, you were always comparing them to him. jaehyun jeong. the boy that would never escape your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried.

you thought that chapter had ended though. you had made peace with it, you’d never see him again. it was that simple.

what was not simple, however, was your silent yearning for him.

it was ridiculous, he had definitely forgotten you, so why was your mind addicted to the thought of him? he stayed in the back of your mind, even in uni. it got to the point that you decided to give into the voices, you were gonna find him.

you applied to a multitude of university exchange programs in seoul, hoping he would be there.

one fateful day you opened your macbook to find your acceptance letter for the top university in south korea, yonsei university. with only one month left until you go to korea, you had to pack up your things, get a student visa, etc. to put it shortly, time was limited.

you arrive in the airport to a swarm of people with cameras. there must be an idol here somewhere. you could care less, so you keep walking toward baggage claim. until you hear his name. you see people moving toward the noise. then you start hearing his name again, and again.

“JEONG JAEHYUN OVER HERE!” “JEONG JAEHYUN YOU’RE SO HANDSOME!” “jeong jaehyun. jeong jaehyun, jeong jaehyun…” the name stops sounding coherent after the sixth time you’ve heard it yelled across the airport. you decide to look up as the screams start sounding closer and closer to where you are. “oh my god.” your mouth drops to the floor. it really is him. “i guess i won’t be seeing him at yonsei.” you think to yourself.

you catch his eyes. even with the mask and hat, you can still see the little jay jeong you knew in middle school. smiling under his mask, no doubt, as evidenced by his half-moon eyes. he locks eyes with you, eyes widening in subsequent surprise. he waves in your direction. you wave back.

it seems your little rivalry wasn’t forgotten by him, after all.

a/n: this is literally shit from a butt, i'm so sorry user stuckonmark. i will be writing a jeno enemies to lovers as well to make up for this fic

[evermoreness]

polyjuice incident | wolfstar

summary: sirius and james decide to do the ultimate prank, swapping bodies for a day. but things took a turn when remus confesses his feelings to the wrong person.

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Sirius Black leaned over the bubbling cauldron, eyes gleaming with mischief as the thick, murky potion swirled inside. James Potter stood beside him, arms crossed, skeptical but intrigued.

“You know,” James muttered, “every time you get that look on your face, I question my life choices.”

“Oh, come on, Prongs,” Sirius grinned, ladling a portion of Polyjuice Potion into two goblets. “This is genius. One day. Just one day as each other. Think of all the things we could do!”

James raised a brow. “And by ‘we,’ you mean ‘you.’”

Sirius scoffed. “Oh, come on, Potter. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“So let me get this straight,” James said, tilting the potion under the dim candlelight of the abandoned classroom. “You want us to drink this… abomination, swap faces for a day, and—what? See how long we can fool people?”

Sirius grinned. “Precisely.”

James huffed a laugh. “You just want to see if you can get away with hexing Snivellus under my name.”

“Not entirely untrue,” Sirius admitted. “But also, I want to know if I can make McGonagall like me if I act like you. And, of course, you get to experience what it’s like to be unbelievably attractive for once in your life.”

James snorted. “Right. Because I’ve always been dying to know what it’s like to have people either in love with me or terrified of me.”

Sirius waggled his eyebrows. “See? Educational experience.”

James sighed “Alright. Let’s do it.”

“Alright, mate. Moment of truth.” Sirius held out two vials of murky, bubbling liquid.

James smirked. “You sure about this? You do realize I’m about to become the most charming bloke at Hogwarts.”

“Correction,” Sirius said, tipping one vial toward James. “You’re about to become me, which means you’ll have the unmatchable humor, hair, and good looks of Sirius Black. You should be honored.”

James rolled his eyes. “And you’ll have the unparalleled genius of James Potter. Try not to ruin my reputation in one day, yeah?”

Sirius grinned. “No promises.”

They clinked vials and downed the Polyjuice Potion in one gulp. Instantly, their bodies twisted, bones stretched, and faces morphed. James felt his hair grow longer, his nose sharpen, and suddenly—he was staring at himself.

Sirius, now wearing James’s face, let out a bark of laughter. “Bloody hell, this is weird.”

“Merlin’s beard,” James muttered, running a hand through his new wind-swept, perfect hair. “You weren’t lying. Your hair does do that naturally.”

Sirius, meanwhile, had abandoned all sense of dignity and was poking at his glasses. “Prongs, how do you live like this? It’s blurry without these things.”

James rolled his—Sirius’s—eyes. “That’s why I wear them, you prat.”

Sirius put on the glasses, blinked, then smirked. “Oh, wow. You are uglier in HD.”

James punched him in the arm. “You are me right now, idiot.”

Then the real fun began. They strutted out of the empty classroom, each wearing the other’s face, already thinking up ways to abuse this new power. But, of course, things went sideways before lunch.

James had never realized how much Sirius acted around Remus. Because as soon as he bumped into him in the common room, things got... weird.

Remus was lounging on the couch, reading a book with his usual cup of tea. He glanced up when James (who looked like Sirius) dropped onto the couch beside him.

“Hey, Pads,” Remus murmured, taking a sip of his tea.

James froze. Pads. Yeah, that was him now.

He tried to relax, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “Oh, hey, Moony,” he said, attempting his best Sirius impression—cool, charming, effortlessly flirty.

Remus smirked. “That’s new.”

James blinked. “What?”

“You usually say something dramatic, like ‘Ah, Moony, come to bask in my brilliance?’”

James internally cursed. He was being too normal.

“Oh. Well.” He cleared his throat and attempted to smirk like Sirius. “What can I say? I’m maturing.”

Remus smiled, clearly enjoying James’ discomfort. "Still want help with defense against the dark arts?"

James tried to be as nonchalant as possible "Uh, actually, no need"

"But you almost begged me to teach you last week" Remus said, brows furrowed.

Sirius had begged Remus to teach him? Since when? James remembered really clearly that Sirius knew the entire book of Defense Against the Dark Arts from back to back.

"It's because— I just remembered that..." James had to think, fast. "That Prongs actually taught me everything already!"

"James doesn't even pay attention to this class" Remus said, still confused. "He almost got detention for not doing any of the homework assigned in this class"

"Hey!" James remembered that day, but no need to shame him right now. "Prongs is a very intelligent guy, he just struggles a bit"

James was now far too close to Remus Lupin, who smelled like parchment and cinnamon, and was looking at him like—like—was Moony always this intense?

“You alright?” Remus asked, voice quieter now.

James swallowed. “Yeah! Yeah, just, uh—long day. Very Sirius day.” He winced.

Remus laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a disaster.”

James let out a breath. “You have no idea.”

Remus narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head. “You’re acting strange today.”

“Strange?” James forced a grin. “I’m always strange. That’s part of my charm.” He shot Remus his best attempt at a Sirius-esque smirk.

Remus huffed a laugh, closing his book. “Merlin, you’re unbearable. But I suppose that’s why I like you.”

James choked.

“I—I mean, who wouldn’t like me?” he stammered, trying to recover. “I’m charming. I have great hair. I—”

Remus suddenly leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “And modest too.”

James swore his soul left his body.

Was this how Remus and Sirius usually talked to each other? How was Sirius alive?

Remus leaned back, watching him. “Are you blushing?”

“No!” James said, very much blushing.

Remus grinned. “You are.”

James cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. “Er—so, Moony, fancy any, uh, girls lately?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Girls?”

“Yeah. Y’know. The opposite sex.”

Remus stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Merlin, what has gotten into you today?”

James panicked. “Nothing! Nothing’s gotten into me! I’m just—just making conversation!”

Remus’s eyes glinted with something unreadable. “No, it’s different.” He leaned in again, resting his chin on his hand. “You know, Sirius, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re nervous.”

James was dying inside.

“I’m not nervous,” he lied. “I’m never nervous.”

Remus smirked. “Alright, prove it.”

James gulped. “H-how?”

Remus’s smirk widened. “Kiss me.”

James nearly screamed.

He could practically hear Sirius’s voice in his head, shrieking in horror. This was not part of the plan.

“Wh—what?”

Remus leaned back, laughing at James’s obvious panic. “Relax, Pads. I was joking.”

James exhaled so hard he nearly passed out. “Right. Obviously. Ha. Ha.”

Remus tried not to smile. "You really seem a bit off today"

Oh, bollocks. James cleared his throat and leaned in, deciding to channel Sirius as best he could. “Maybe I’m just enchanted by your presence this morning, Moony.”

Remus blinked, looking slightly caught off guard. Then, to James’ horror, he smirked.

“Oh?” Remus said, setting his book aside. “That’s funny. Because I was thinking the same about you.”

James nearly choked. WHAT. NO. NO, THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPENING.

“Oh,” he said weakly, because his brain was shutting down.

“Are you flirting with me, Sirius?”

James was dying. What was he supposed to do? If he didn’t flirt back, Remus would get suspicious. If he did, Sirius was going to murder him.

So, panicking, he gave Remus a wink and said, “Always, love.”

Remus’ smirk widened. "This is the Sirius I know"

Without warning, Remus just kissed him on the cheek, picked up his book and was already standing up. "Bye, Pads! See you at dinner"

James was screwed.

Sirius definitely would kill him.

Meanwhile...

Sirius, who was still giddy about successfully looking like James, had not anticipated being pulled aside by Remus.

“James, can I talk to you?”

Sirius blinked. “Uh, sure?”

Remus pulled him into an empty classroom, closing the door behind him. Sirius sat on a desk, pretending to be casual, but inside, he was panicking.

“So,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair, looking awkward. “I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be weird about it.”

Sirius squinted. “Okay…”

Remus took a deep breath. “It’s about Sirius.”

Sirius nearly fell off the desk. “What about him?”

Remus hesitated before finally blurting out, “I think I like him.”

WHAT.

Sirius barely managed to keep his face from exploding. He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks.

Remus misinterpreted his silence as disapproval. “Look, I know it’s probably stupid, and he’s probably not interested, but I can’t help it. He drives me mad. He’s cocky and annoying and—”

“—unreasonably attractive?” Sirius offered before he could stop himself.

Remus sighed dramatically. “Exactly!” Then he paused. “Wait, what?”

Sirius cleared his throat. “Uh. Nothing. Carry on.”

Remus huffed. “I just—I don’t know what to do, James. I feel like he flirts with everyone, but lately? He’s been... different. Almost like he actually means it.”

Sirius swallowed thickly.

James was flirting with Remus.

He was going to murder him.

Remus gave him a hopeful look. “What do you think I should do?”

Sirius felt like he was short-circuiting. On the one hand, he wanted to tell Remus, Yes, I like you too, I’ve liked you forever. But on the other hand—he was supposed to be James.

So, instead, he just sighed heavily and said, “Maybe you should tell him how you feel.”

Remus scoffed. “Yeah, right. And get laughed at?”

Sirius shook his head. “No. I think he’d—um—be surprised. But not in a bad way.”

Remus studied him. “You sure?”

Sirius forced himself to nod. “Yeah.”

Merlin, James was so dead.

Some time later...

It took less than two hours for Sirius (still looking like James) to find James (still looking like Sirius) and tackle him to the ground. Peter Pettigrew had heard all the conversation James had with Remus in the common room, and of course, told Sirius.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Sirius whisper-screamed, his hands fisting James’ shirt.

James wheezed. “Mate, you saw him! He started it!”

“You winked at him.”

“I panicked!”

“You called him love.”

“I. PANICKED.”

Sirius groaned, rolling off him. “I hate you so much right now.”

James sat up, panting. “Well, good news. Remus totally fancies you.”

Sirius groaned, flopping onto his bed, straight to his pillow. They were in their dorm, of course, Sirius thought it was a great place to murder his best friend if he needed to.

James smirked. “C’mon, Pads. Don’t be a coward.”

Sirius peeked out. “…You think he’d actually want me?”

James rolled his eyes. “He literally said to your face, idiot, when he thought you were me”

Sirius blinked.

“…Oh,” he said quietly.

James folded his arms. “Remus likes you. And unless he regularly goes around telling blokes he wants to snog them, I’d say he has it bad.”

Sirius stared at the ceiling, his mind still catching up to what James had just said.

Remus liked him.

Not just in a casual, friendly way. No, the absolute lunatic had gone and developed real, actual feelings for Sirius.

Sirius’s heart was hammering against his ribs.

James nudged him. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Sirius swallowed.

For years, he had convinced himself that his feelings for Remus were one-sided. That all their flirting was just banter, nothing more.

But now…

Now, he knew the truth.

And suddenly, the idea of doing nothing felt impossible.

James grinned. “You’re gonna kiss him, aren’t you?”

Sirius groaned, shoving him. “Shut up, Prongs.”

James laughed. “I’d hurry if I were you. He might try to kiss me next time.”

Sirius threw a pillow right into James' face

"Ow!" It really did hurt. James groaned, dramatizing. "Stop being so jealous, i like Evans, idiot"

“In the name of our dear Merlin, Prongs, if you so much as think about letting Remus kiss you, I will end you,” Sirius gave him a look.

James, still very much looking like Sirius, just cackled. “I am you, mate! If he kisses me, technically, he’s kissing you! Shouldn’t that be a dream come true?”

Sirius groaned. “I hate you. I hate everything about this. Why did we do this?”

James patted his back. “Because we’re idiots, Pads. Brilliant, beautiful idiots.”

“This is a nightmare. My worst nightmare.”

James sat up, stretching. “Well, unless you plan on hiding me in here for the rest of the day, I’m going to have to keep pretending to be you.”

Sirius bolted upright. “You cannot be trusted!”

James raised an eyebrow. “What choice do we have? The potion’s got, what, four more hours?”

Sirius grumbled, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if he flirts with you again, do not encourage it. I don’t care if he backs you into a corner, if he sits on your lap, if he—”

“Wait, would he sit on my lap?” James asked, suddenly intrigued.

Sirius rolled his eyes, trying to change the subject. “Are you absolutely sure he likes me?”

James groaned. “For the last time, yes. He literally said, ‘I think I like Sirius.’ He said it to you, when he thought you were me. And, mate, you seen his face. He was serious—”

Sirius sat up, pointing a warning finger at James. “I swear on Merlin’s saggy underpants, if you make a joke about my name right now, I will hex you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you.”

James raised his hands in surrender, still grinning. “Fine, fine. But seriously—” (Sirius glared.) “—what are you going to do about it?”

Sirius flopped back onto his bed, groaning. “Die, probably.”

James threw a pillow at his face. “No, you absolute coward. You’re going to talk to him.”

“Yeah, well,” Sirius muttered, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. “What if I ruin it?”

James scoffed. “Mate. You already flirt with him constantly. The only thing that’s gonna change is that you’ll mean it this time.”

Sirius thought about that.

And suddenly—annoyingly—his heart did this stupid little hopeful flutter.

Sirius groaned again, shoving a pillow over his face. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll talk to him.”

James clapped him on the back. “Atta boy.”

Sirius muttered, “If this goes horribly wrong, I’m hexing you first.”

James just smirked. “You’ll be too busy snogging Moony to hex anyone.”

Sirius threw the pillow at his head.

Keep going with the plan...

James barely lasted twenty minutes before Remus found him again.

This time, it was in the library, where James (as Sirius) had attempted to hide, hoping Remus would be too busy actually studying to seek him out.

He was wrong.

“There you are,” Remus said, dropping into the seat across from him. “I thought you’d be off terrorizing first-years or hexing Slytherins, but here you are, in the library of all places.”

James cleared his throat, forcing himself to lean back and smirk. “I happen to enjoy a bit of literature now and then, Moony.”

Remus snorted. “You mean smutty romance novels?”

“Hey, quality smutty romance novels.”

Remus grinned, resting his chin in his hand. “Alright, something is definitely wrong with you today.”

James tried to remain cool, but Remus’s sharp eyes were too much. He suddenly understood why Sirius was always a flustered disaster around him.

“Wrong?” James repeated, hoping he sounded casual. “Nope. Just my usual charming self.”

Remus hummed, tapping his fingers on the table. “You keep saying that. But your flirting is off.”

James nearly had a stroke. “What?”

“You’re usually more… effortless,” Remus mused. “But today, you seem—what’s the word? Flustered?”

James gulped. “Me? Flustered? Never.”

Remus’s lips twitched. Then, without warning, he reached across the table and trailed his fingers over James’s wrist.

James froze.

“So you wouldn’t mind,” Remus murmured, voice low, “if I did this?”

James’s brain exploded.

This was illegal. This was so illegal. Sirius was going to murder him.

But James had a job to do. He had to be Sirius. He had to act like this was normal.

So, summoning every ounce of willpower he had, James forced himself to smirk and say, “Course not, Moony. But if you want to hold my hand, you could just ask.”

Remus smirked right back. “I didn’t say I wanted to.”

James wanted to die.

“Tease,” he muttered, pulling his hand away.

Remus just chuckled. “Always.”

Meanwhile, Sirius—still trapped in James’s body—was losing his entire mind.

He had ditched his own attempt at hiding (which mostly consisted of sulking in the dormitory) and was now lurking around the library, peeking over bookshelves as he watched James flirt with his Moony.

“I hate him,” Sirius whispered furiously to himself, gripping the edge of a shelf.

“Who do you hate?”

Sirius jumped about a foot in the air, turning to see Peter staring at him in confusion.

“Prongs,” Sirius growled, realizing too late he was still wearing James’s face.

Peter blinked. “Er, aren’t you Prongs?”

Sirius groaned. “It’s a long, stupid story.” He turned back toward James and Remus. “I swear to Merlin, if he lets Remus kiss him—”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Wait. Remus might kiss you—I mean, him—I mean—?”

Sirius clamped a hand over Peter’s mouth. “Not another word, Wormtail.”

Peter made a muffled sound of agreement, and Sirius let him go just in time to see James standing up, stretching.

“I should go,” James was saying. “Y’know, places to be, people to impress—”

Remus grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back down. “Stay.”

Sirius almost fainted.

James, for his part, looked like he wanted to cry. “Er—okay?”

Remus tilted his head, studying him. Then, after a beat, he smirked. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know.”

James gulped. “Hiding what?”

Remus leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. “That you like me.”

James, for the hundredth time that day, nearly dropped dead on the spot.

Sirius whimpered.

Remus, appearing completely unbothered, just smiled knowingly and stood. “See you later, Pads.”

And then, just to make things worse, he winked.

James waited until Remus was out of earshot before turning in sheer horror to where Sirius was (badly) hiding behind a bookshelf.

“What do I do?” he mouthed.

Sirius just stared at him.

Then, very dramatically, he turned around, grabbed the book and slammed it in his head. This was a very traumatizing experience for Sirius, and he really wished to unsee it.

Sirius was spiraling.

James—in his body—had just been told by Remus Lupin that he knew Sirius liked him.

And worst of all? That bloody wink.

Sirius had always thought himself unshakable—cool, confident, devastatingly charming. But right now, he was gripping a bookshelf like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

James was still staring at him in horror.

“Pads,” he hissed. “Pads!”

Sirius didn’t move.

“I think I’m going to die,” he whispered.

James groaned, marching over and grabbing his shoulders. “Get a bloody grip! We need a plan!”

Sirius snapped his head up, eyes wild. “A plan?! A PLAN?! The plan was to not flirt with Moony, and look how that turned out!”

James threw his hands up. “Mate, I didn’t try to flirt with him! He’s scary! I swear he can smell fear, and I was practically drenched in it!”

Well, yeah, Remus was a werewolf so this theory was not entirely false.

Sirius groaned, dragging his hands down his face—James’s face. “This is an actual nightmare.”

Peter, who had been standing quietly by the bookshelves, finally spoke. “Er… guys?”

“What?” Sirius and James snapped at the same time.

Peter pointed to the entrance of the library, where Remus had stopped just before leaving.

And now?

Now, he was walking back toward them.

James blanched. Sirius nearly screamed.

“Act normal!” Sirius whisper-shouted.

“I don’t know what normal is anymore!” James whisper-shouted back.

Remus was almost to them.

James did the only thing he could think of—he spun around, trying to look busy, grabbing the first book he could find and opening it.

Upside down.

Sirius, watching from behind him, whimpered.

“Hey,” Remus said casually as he approached.

James let out a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a cough. “H-Hey, Moony.”

Sirius covered his face with both hands.

Remus’s gaze flicked to the upside-down book. “Good read?”

James looked down. Swore. Flipped the book over with a forced laugh. “Oh, y’know. Classic.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, then leaned over to glance at the title.

James followed his gaze.

Advanced Arithmancy Theories.

James nearly blacked out.

Remus grinned.

“You?” he asked. “Reading Arithmancy?”

James panicked. “Er—yeah! Big fan of…uh…numbers?”

Sirius gagged.

Remus crossed his arms, smirking. “Alright, what is going on with you today?”

James glanced at Sirius in desperation. Sirius shook his head violently.

“Nothing!” James blurted. “Just… having a weird day!”

Remus hummed, watching him carefully. Then, with the most infuriatingly amused expression, he said, “You know, I don’t mind this Sirius.”

James blinked. “This… Sirius?”

Remus smiled, tilting his head slightly. “The one that gets all flustered around me.”

James made a strangled noise.

Sirius, behind him, grabbed Peter’s arm in a death grip.

“I do not get flustered,” James tried to argue.

Remus’s smirk widened. “Mm. Sure.”

James could feel Sirius vibrating with suppressed rage behind him.

Remus leaned in slightly, eyes dancing. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re hiding something from me.”

James gulped. “M-Me? No! I don’t—why would you think that?”

Remus studied him for a moment, then gave a slow, knowing smile. “Alright, Padfoot. I’ll leave you be.”

James nearly melted in relief. “Right. Brilliant.”

Remus turned to leave, but before he walked away, he casually reached out—

—And brushed Sirius' long hair out of his face, well, James' face.

Sirius died.

James stiffened like a corpse.

Remus just chuckled and walked away.

The moment he was gone, Sirius grabbed James and shook him.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

James flailed. “I DON’T KNOW, HE’S A MENACE—”

Peter, who had been watching everything, whispered, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sirius turned on him. “DON’T START, WORMTAIL.”

James, still reeling, exhaled sharply. “Well. You’re screwed, mate.”

Sirius groaned. “I know.”

“You have to talk to him. Properly.”

“I know.”

James nudged him. “And you have to tell him the truth. About your feelings.”

Sirius inhaled sharply. Exhaled. Then, begrudgingly—

“I know.”

The aftermath

The moment the Polyjuice Potion wore off, James let out a massive sigh of relief, rubbing his own face as if he had just escaped certain death.

Sirius, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth in their dormitory, running his hands through his own hair again. Thank Merlin. He felt like himself again.

“Okay,” James said, throwing himself onto his bed. “I’m free. My debt is paid. I am never pretending to be you again.”

“You think you’re relieved?” Sirius snapped, spinning to face him. “You didn’t have to watch yourself—me—getting bloody seduced by Moony.”

James snorted. “Seduced? That was barely anything, Pads.”

Sirius shot him a look so deadly it could have rivaled the Killing Curse.

Peter, sitting on his bed, shook his head in amazement. “Y’know, I still can’t believe Remus flirted with you that much.”

Sirius threw his hands up. His mind suddenly realizing. "Because he knew." He said in almost a whisper.

James and Peter blinked.

“What?” James said slowly.

Sirius groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “He knew it was you the whole bloody time! He had to! Moony is not an idiot!”

James sat up straighter. “You think?”

Peter looked between them, eyes widening. “Oh. Ohhhhhh.”

Sirius pointed aggressively at Peter. “Exactly.”

James considered this, then said, “Yeah, that actually makes way too much sense.”

Sirius flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “He did it on purpose. He wanted to humiliate us.”

James smirked. “Well, mission accomplished.”

Sirius groaned. “I hate him.”

Peter snorted. “No, you don’t.”

Sirius sighed, rolling onto his side. “I really, really don’t.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then James clapped his hands. “Right! So. Now that Moony clearly knows about your massive, embarrassing crush, what’s the plan?”

Sirius glared at him. “Plan?”

James leaned forward. “The plan, Pads. The confession. The I’m in love with you, Remus, please snog me senseless moment.”

Sirius made a choking noise.

Peter tilted his head. “Y’know, he did kinda make the first move. Multiple times.”

Sirius groaned. “That was him teasing. He wasn’t being serious.”

James smirked. “Well, maybe it’s time you were.”

Sirius sat up sharply. “You want me to tell Moony I like him?”

James nodded enthusiastically.

Peter nodded too. “Yeah, we’d really like to stop hearing you talk about it in your sleep.”

Sirius froze.

James grinned.

Peter, completely unbothered, continued, “Last week you sighed and whispered, ‘Moony, your eyes are like—’”

Sirius lunged at him. “SHUT UP, WORMTAIL.”

Peter cackled, dodging him.

James clapped his hands again. “Right. Enough stalling. Pads, you’re going to go find Moony, right now, and actually talk to him.”

Sirius hesitated. “What if he was just messing with us? What if he doesn’t—”

James grabbed his shoulders. “Sirius. Mate. He knows you like him. And he clearly likes you too. So get off your dramatic arse and do something about it.”

Sirius swallowed.

Then, without another word, he stood, inhaled deeply—

And walked out the door.

Moments later...

Remus was sitting by the fire in the common room, legs stretched out, a book in his lap, looking perfectly calm. Too calm. Like someone who had just set an elaborate trap and was waiting for it to be sprung.

Sirius stopped in front of him, heart pounding.

Remus didn’t even look up. “Oh, finally.”

Sirius blinked. “Finally?”

Remus turned a page in his book. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to grow a spine.”

Sirius gaped. “You knew.”

Remus finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Of course I knew.”

Sirius’s brain short-circuited.

Remus smirked. “I’m a werewolf, Sirius. You two could swap faces, voices, mannerisms, but you can’t swap scents.” He shrugged. “I knew the second James walked up to me pretending to be you.”

Sirius sputtered. “And you—you let him—you flirted with him!”

Remus leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. “Oh, that?” He smiled sweetly. “That was just for fun.”

Sirius clutched his chest. “You’re evil.”

Remus smirked. “A little.”

Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Why do I like you so much?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You tell me.”

Sirius froze.

The fire crackled between them.

Remus’s smirk faded into something softer, something real.

“Sirius,” he said quietly. “Just say it.”

Sirius swallowed. Inhaled.

Then, voice steady, he said, “I like you.”

Remus’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “How much?”

Sirius let out a breathless laugh. “Too much.”

Remus’s lips twitched. “Good.”

Then, slowly, finally, Remus reached for Sirius’s wrist, tugging him down until their faces were inches apart.

Sirius’s heart was hammering. “So, uh. What happens now?”

Remus smiled. “Well.” He tilted his head. “You could kiss me.”

Sirius barely had time to breathe before he did exactly that.

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Big scary grandpa – part 2

Megatron never expected him self to look though archives to refreshes his memories of the past, scaning though letters with new source of hunger for knowledge, hopping that he will get to see you again. Not that it will be hard as he knew your name and your school, so maybe he can try to convince Prime to organize another school meeting. You will be probably pleased to hear even more stories that he dug up from the “treasury of stories”. He was so deep in the history he did not hear the door open and someone walk in.

“Well this is new” it took a lot of strength just not to turn around and fire straight away, letting a quite grunt as he turned to stared down at Elita-one, who seemed to be very happy that she caught him in such tender moment. “Never took you for someone who would willingly spend their free time in archives. You are ususaly etaher by Primes side or in simulation.”

“I have my own reasons” Megatron took a step aside, letting Elita to see what he was reading. Maybe he can ask if any other social occasions were to be expected any time sooner “any word on other social gathering as of right now?”

“There is one, but it months in to the future” Elita glanced at Megatron, who quickly averted the eyes, grining to her self knowing well what was going on. Ever since that “interesting” school trip so THOUGHTFULLY organised by Karen, he seamed to be out of it a bit, spending time reading and doing his best to spend more time with terrans and Malto kids, learning how to behave aorund them in less threatening ways. "I heard that it could be the same school, even the same grade”

Irish sounding bot quickly perked up, his eyes lighting up just a bit more then they used to, his fingers twitching and his sparked warmed up a bit. Well this is nice surprise. Did school liked Prime and Elita this much to organise another gathering? He really did not care, all he cared is that you will be there and maybe, in near future, he can introduce you to other sparkling and kids, putting you under his wing even more. But for now he had to put his thoughts on the shelf as every one was called as some one reported decepticon activity. Letting a bit of grumble and angry that his ex-troops just can’t enjoy peaceful life like Breakdown did, just going out to race, he followed behind Elita-One for the debriefing.

You hated this. Ever since you had a wonderful talk with Megatron, you seamed to become the black sheep of the school, with every one deciding that just because you talked with redeemed Decepticon leader you were a decepticon supporter. Your stuff got stolen, you got pushed around, tripped and slammed in the walls and lockers, food dumped on you, the whole facade. Your parents did their best to get it fixed, but you did not wanted to trouble them. After all one of few reasons you had to change school was because you were being bullied in last school for reasons you never understood, even so kids never needed any reason to bully someone, nothing significant. You sighed heavily as your class and your rival class “B” were signed up for camping for 4 weeks and today you were leaving today. Your backpack was heavy with all the things your parents though needed – some clothes, spare once, some caned food that was for you and you only, first aid, some books about nature and what is safe to eat and to do, a new tent, sleeping back, inflatable matrass and some other stuff. You grunted as you shuffled to wards the buss, knowing that it will be best to seat next to teacher for your own safety. You begged you parents to not let you go on to this trip but they though otherwise, saying that it will give you chance to maybe try and make some friends. Groaning you set in your seat with Miss Roz, who looked like Roz from monster inc, right by you and the bus soon was driving down the road, entering the lush forest.

When the bus finally arrived to the spot, away from the city and any civilisation, the class piled out and started dividing in to groups and setting up their tents. Some kids were not as lucky as you, having to camp with other kids, though they seemd to be happy as they chose their friends and already hyped up. The laughter and chatter quickly filled the air and you started looking for a spot. You tried to be near the main camp but quickly got kicked out by another set of friends, over and over, until you were basicaly on outskirts of the camp site, alone, with no one wanting to share a tent with you, even if there were some kids who needed space. You sighed heavily, slowly setting up your tent, struggling with metal poles and securing the place, constantly looking down in to instruction, lifting the bucklet up and putting it down, over and over, wishing to your self that some kids were not so hateful and could see thing from your perspective. I mean Megatron was once a warlord, but now he completely changed, becoming soft and even initiated the conversation with you.  And it was a very nice conversation with him. You grumbled, fighting with poles, able to hear other students yapping about you being a “decepticon’s slut” or “decepticon supporter”, but you just sighed, fighting the poles. Though you did feel like someone was watching you, not from the back, not human. You lifted your head, staring in to the forest, trying to see just who it was. You stared in to the depth of greenery, still not seeing anything before shrugging and going back to building your tent.

The mission was successful, the swarm of Mandroid’s bugs were easy to deal and even gave Terrance a chance to train again, with them joking that it was something called “1st levels enemies” quickly dealing with them, leaving the “main boss” – Mandroid to him. Sadly Mandroid was a bit more sly and quickly ran away from the battle. It did upset him greatly and to calm down, after returning kids to Dorothy of course, he went for a flight, enjoying the air and space he needed to cool off, time to time looking down. This is when he spotted buss going down the road, heading deep in to the forest. Ususaly he wont pay any attention to it, yet his “greedy” desire to see you again forced him to. He followed it from above, hiding behind clouds and spying on younglings of the humans. The buss pulled in to one of the less known camping sites and kids piled out with few adults, quickly spreading around and setting up their fragile tents, with him landing a bit further away, as to not get attention and spy on the small organics from afar and behind the leaves of trees. He can see adults moving heavier equipment, clearly setting up the main area for meeting and food hall, all while kids were setting up their little tents, dividing in to small groups or two to three. All but one. He watched this one carefully, trying to see who the black sheep was. It was hard to see as this one was constantly chased away from the spots they tried to take, until they were close to where he was hiding, worrying him a but until he go t a better look at them, and a smiled crept up on to his faceplate. It was YOU. Right here, in front of him.

It took every thing in him to not just swipe you right now, this is how happy he was to see you, but he managed to control him self, hiding behind the trees, watching you struggle with the small fabric that will serve you as temporal shelter in this camp site, faling and fumbling with parts, mumbling something under your breath, time to time looking back at the other kids. He can see that you clearly wanted to bond with other kids, yet he can hear even from here what they called you, getting a bit angry at what they were saying. Not all decepticon were bad, they just had bad press, some were quite chill of they were left alone. After some time you managed to finally managed to put your tent up, heading in to it, staying inside for a bit. Seeing this, Megatron decided to head back to make an appearance so that no one will suspect anything.

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Made For Each Other!

Chapter 4: Butterflies!

Aleah

After pulling myself together i got back to work on the social media platforms. Which consisted of trimming videos to post for the socials and queuing up scheduled post. I sent Paul a quick text just to go over everything and to check in to see if he needed me to do anything else. Once he let me know i was all set, i made my way to the gorilla to get some additional behind the scenes footage. And just watch the rest of RAW. I definitely can see why people get super attached the wrestling it brings out all the emotions.

As i sat down watching, the guys from earlier came into the gorilla to get ready for their segment. And the man that i had bumped into earlier was standing in front of me. His 6 foot something frame towering over me.

“Hey Girl, happy to run into you again” he stated in a higher pitched voice mimicking a woman. I’m not gonna lie it was actual funny in a corny kinda way. Once my little laughing spell was over he switched back to his regular deep voice. “My name is Austin” he stated, reaching his hand out for me to shake. I returned the hand shake while introducing myself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” he said showing me all 32 of his pearly white teeth.

I got the feeling he was going to try to kiss my hand, but it almost felt as if he stopped himself. He must have read my body language. At least that’s what i was hoping. Feeling a sense of relief that he didn’t do that he released my hand after what felt like forever.

Feeling the small bit of tension in the air. His friend finally introduced himself “Nice to meet you Aleah, i’m Grayson” he spoke in a thick Australian accent “Nice to meet you too.” I replied sending him a small warm smile.

We dove into the conversation about me being the new girl around here. And my mind wandered off thinking about how many more times, i was going to have to have this conversation. But my thoughts were interrupted by Graysons very loud obnoxious laugh. Pretending that i was listening to what he was saying i joined in on the laugh. Totally clueless as to what i was actually laughing at.

Jey

Making my way out of my dressing room, i was walking towards the gorilla a few minutes early, just so i could hang out before my segment. When i heard Graysons loud ass laugh. Seeing Him and Austin there i peeped Aleah was standing in front of them. The three of them, just laughing their asses off.

I’m not gonna lie i felt a lil jealous seeing them all up in my girls face. I’m tripping hard. I don’t know what came over me, but i decided to claim what’s mine. So i walked over to them, making sure to stand right next to Aleah. Putting my arm around her shoulder. The look on Austin & Graysons face quickly changed from amusement to confusion. Looking down at Aleah, she looked like the cutest little deer caught in the headlights. Clearly that caught the three of them off guard. Not trying to make myself look crazy, i tried to lighten the mood. “What’s so funny yall?” I asked.

I feel like i ruined the mood completely.

“Oh nothing i was just telling Aleah, a little yarn from back home mate” Grayson replied trying to ease the tension. I glanced back down at Aleah and she went from looking like a deer caught in the headlights, to more a confused look. But she still wore a small smile. Fuck, i hope im not making a myself look like an creep.

Lucky the awkward tension was cut, when the producers motioned to Austin & Grayson they needed to be in place. They exchanged “see you laters” mostly with Aleah, but i wasn’t tripping. At least not on them. As they walked off Aleah placed her hand around my waist giving me a small reassuring rub on the back. Which i was thankful for.

I’m glad i didn’t make myself look like an idiot.

My thoughts were interrupted by Aleah’s soft voice thanking me. Slightly confused i asked her what she was thanking me for. She looked up at me wearing that beautiful smile of hers, replying “because i spaced out while that Australian boy was talking to me. And i didn’t hear shit he said. But i was caught off guard by his laughter. So i just laughed along with him hoping he wouldn’t ask me questions or anything.” Letting out a small sigh of relief that, that was all that she was thinking.

Glad it wasn’t because of me.

“So what are you up too”, she asked still holding on to me. As i kept my grip on her shoulder, but not too tight. “Well i just came up here for a quick segment. Then i was gonna figure out what to get into tonight” i replied. “Well what do you usually do for fun”? She asked me. I took a minute to think about it. Cause shit there is rarely a show taped in the city. And i would usually go back to my hotel after a show. “Well i don’t know yet, i’m not used to being so close to home after a show. But i’m trying to get into something since i don’t have to travel for a few days”. I stated simply unsure of what i was going to get into.

“What you getting into tonight lil mama”? I asked staring down at her small frame. “Well i was just going to go home and play some Mario Kart until i fell asleep” she shrugged. I let out a small laugh cause she was dead serious. “Damn what you like a homebody?” I asked outta genuine curiosity. Shawty seemed like a homebody, but you never know she might be a party girl. “Yeah i guess you can say that” she responded. “I went out a lot when i was in college, especially when my ex had a game out of town. But i can’t turn up like i used to, auntie be tired” she stated with all seriousness. I couldn’t help but to laugh, this girl definitely had a goofy side to her.

I got to see more of that.

For the next few minutes we continued talking and joking around. Then the producers came up to me, and let me know i was up next. “So lil mamas, you gonna be here, when i get back?” i asked staring down into her eyes. Something about those brown eyes, had a hold on me. “Of course, I’ll be right here” she stated cheesing.

Before i could say anything my music queued letting me know it was time to go. So i released Aleah from my grip. Slightly surprised she let me hold onto for that long. And made my way down to the ring.

Aleah

I couldn’t find the words to describe the butterflies i had in my stomach after that encounter with Jey. I can not believe how fast i find myself being infatuated with this man, and it’s only my first day on the job. But i am. I couldn’t help but smile watching him go down to the ring. Turning my attention to the monitors in the gorilla. I was in awe at how the WWE crowd embraced Jey. Singing his theme song word for word, doing the signature yeet dance. It just showed me a different side of him, one that piqued my interest in getting to know him even more.

Even though there a part of me that was completely smitten. I couldn’t ignore the sense of worry. Those troublesome thoughts started to rack my brain.

“Am i rushing into something too soon?” or “Am i trying too hard to get over Dominic too soon?”

I sat down having an internal conversation to calm myself down. While i may not be as over Dom, as i thought i was, or would like to be. There isn’t any reason to be so conflicted. That relationship with Dominic is now in the past, because it is something i am not interested in fixing. And while i feel myself catching feelings for Jey, we don’t have to jump into a relationship tomorrow. And that is okay to have feelings for someone new. Whenever the time comes for Jey and I to have a conversation about “us” we will. And we will proceed with whatever “us” is from there.

No need to worry!

I quickly rid my mind of those anxious thoughts to get back to watching Jey. Everything will happen the way it is suppose to happen. And that Jey & I met for a reason. I just want to enjoy my new found friendship with Jey. And not worry about the things i can not control.

Before i knew it, i was snapped out of my thoughts by Jey walking into the gorilla. “You good lil mama” he asked presumably concerned by whatever face i was making while consumed by my own thoughts. “Yeah of course” i replied, trying to reassure him that i was fine. He didn’t push any further which i was thankful for.

We continued our night with casual conversation. Jey didn’t have a scheduled match so he spent the rest of the show keeping me company, while i filmed & uploaded any extra content i could get. The more time i spent with him, the more butterflies i got. I just never met a man, that could check off all of the boxes so suddenly. I have always been told i’m “too picky”, but i feel like i am not. I just don’t believe in settling for what you don’t want. But there was just something special about Jey. Something that made me look at him with such adoration. The butterflies in my stomach were not going to stop anytime soon.

Once the show was over Jey told me to meet him back here after we grabbed our belongings, so he could walk me to my car.

Twenty minutes later we met back up, and just as promised he walked me to my car. “Well seeing as how you’re just going home to play Mario Kart tonight. We finally made it to my car, and stopped to say our goodbyes. “How about we hang out tomorrow?” He asked while rubbing the back of his head, almost as if he was anxious. “Yeah that sounds fine. I’m usually off of work around 3 o’clock, then im all free” I stated. “Okay how about we go out for dinner later on tomorrow evening” he asked, no longer rubbing his head, but still seemingly anxious. “Sounds like a date then” i smiled back at him hoping he felt a little better. “Just text me what time, and i shall see you tomorrow” i responded, trying to contain my excitement. “Alright bet I’ll see you tomorrow lil mama” he said back to me, smiling showing off his bottoms row of grills. I hadn’t even noticed them earlier.

We embraced in a hug. And i couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne. God he smelled so good. Finally parting from our hug, he watched as i got into my car. I waved goodbye to him before pulling off, to head home.

I can’t believe how enamored i was by this man, but i was loving every minute of it.

Feels good to meet someone new.

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Can you rank who would be able to handle a mad scientist sorta darling, examples are like (is a genius and invents jutsu's that are so strong and some that even the knowledge of them will have someone not be able to use their jutsu, will probably be seen sometimes with like half a forest exploded because she was doing experiment or with a lab on fire, if someone wants to kill her she'd be excited because it means she'll have people coming to her so she can use her seals and see their effectiveness, would beckon them to try new methods and she'd try to counter them with her inventions)

Or basically what I mean, who's the best when it comes to handling a hange(aot) darling, from Naruto, kakashi, itachi, Sasuke

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia

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Ranking

Uchiha Sasuke

💙Ironically enough I genuinely believe that Sasuke would be the best at handling a darling like this but only because he has prior experience with dealing with crazy scientists like this. You have to remember that he spend a solid 3 years of his youth with Orochimaru, Kabuto and all their lab rats, prisoners and subjects. That is not to say that he is a 100% supportive as there is still a difference between his former mentor and his darling but at this rate he’s just kind of used to being surrounded by scientific insanity. He’s kind of gone through a phase as well but he’s not going to mention that to you. I actually think that he would even be invested in some of the research that you are doing and with all the time he has spend with Orochimaru and Kabuto he might even be able to give you helpful advice. There are firm lines that he draws though, all the more since you neglect your own safety severely in favor of your research. He’d constantly monitor you when you are inventing a new seal or jutsu all to prevent a potential catastrophe from happening. He’s seen what damage your experiments can cause if you aren’t forcefully stopped and he’s not going to make that mistake twice.

Uchiha Itachi

🍡Perhaps it is just sheer hypocrisy that Itachi, who has joined the Akatsuki and has sacrificed innocent people in their name, wishes for you to stop your reckless pursuit of knowledge and invention. Initially it is all only voiced subtly as Itachi tries to reason with you normally. The more time passes though and the more reckless your experiments get, drawing unwanted attention from bounty hunters, the more forceful he As the secret lover of a traitor to the Leaf Village and as a member of a highly dangerous villain group there would be already a big target on your back yet your infamous reputation only adds to the attention that you receive. It all reminds him uncomfortably much of Orochimaru, a former member of the Akatsuki with whom he used to work in the past and even he could never condone the crimes that the Sanin has committed and a tiny part of him is scared that you might one day go down the same route and sell your morales in favor of achieving your goals. Perhaps it is just a wish that he is, wanting you to be normal to balance out everything that has happened in his life yet apparently that is a wish not granted to him.

Hatake Kakashi

📖If Sasuke can tolerate it and allow you even the supervised practice and Itachi would let you continue for a bit before he decides to put his foot down then with Kakashi you just crash into the wall. Konohagakure has already a tainted reputation for letting Orochimaru get away so the moment that he catches wind of your experiments he immediately stops you before you can cause any greater damage. It doesn’t even matter that you actually don’t plan on sacrificing any human lives besides maybe your own in a reckless pursuit as paranoia dominates in the face of anything. There is a sprinkle of a logical approach in this all though as Kakashi is well aware that the council wouldn’t tolerate your doings as they would only see the second Orochimaru in you. That or Danzo might end up convincing them that under his guidance you might end up being useful and he knows exactly how that old man works and the methods that he uses. Really, Kakashi is trying to protect you from those people and yourself as you have no concept of self-preservation as he would use abduction, isolation and his Sharingan immediately.

[vintageandroid]

More Actionable Things You Can Do

I just want to mention Jay Kuo's substack The Status Kuo, which not only updates on current events with the Federal Government and context, but also, critically, shares things that can be done and specific issues to address with your representatives, and also highlights things that are being done or have been done.

Mostly I wanted to link to his most recent one, which is lengthy but ends with some serious suggestions of things citizens should speak to their reps about.

tl;dr: put the blame on Musk right now and not Trump; urge your Dem congress members to join Senators Schatz and Kim:

[explanation + scripts below the "keep reading" cut, for both Dem reps and GOP reps.]

The second tactic is one suggested by the recent statements of Sen. Brian Schatz of Hawaii and Sen. Andy Kim of New Jersey. Both senators focus on the fact that while the Democrats are out of power in government, they are not without power to slow or even stop the seizure of the financial levers of the government by the Trump White House. Sen. Schatz declared last week that he would use his right to withhold unanimous consent on all new state department appointees unless and until USAID was restored as an agency. This was a tactic used by Sens. Rand Paul, Ted Cruz and Tommy Tuberville to stall Biden-era appointments. Such a move would force each and every Trump appointment to go through a full round of regular process before the Senate, instead of batching groups of appointees through. It would mean the GOP Senate would have to decide between using its time to pass things like the budget or get appointments through. Other Democratic senators should be urged to join Schatz in his protest so that he is not a single target who is easier to bombard. Sen. Kim also drew attention by suggesting over the weekend that he’s open to shutting down the government in order to protest the takeover of government systems by DOGE and the shuttering of whole agencies like USAID. Normally, it is the GOP that has threatened shutdowns when it didn’t get its way politically. Here, all the Democrats would have to do is pledge to do nothing—not lift one damn finger—to help the GOP pass its budget or lift the debt ceiling… unless the White House backs off of its attempts to shut off the money and furlough government workers. The government faces a March 14, 2025 deadline to enact a new budget. Barring something truly wild, it almost certainly will have to lift the debt ceiling to do so. Hardliners within the GOP inevitably will use the opportunity to try and extract concessions by way of drastic spending cuts to popular programs. If the Democrats band together behind Sen. Kim’s call to “Just Say No,” as it were, then the budget disaster will be entirely in the hands of the GOP.

(Excuse the long-ass excerpt; there's even more in the link above.)

I encourage you to call or write to your senators, especially if you have dem senators, and encourage them to unite with these two.

Let me give you a simple script.

If you're calling, begin by stating your name and your zip code, and if you're leaving a voice mail, include your address and, perhaps, a phone number. Then, choose one of the bracketed sections:

As a constituent, I urge Senator [Name] to band with [Senator Schatz]/[Senator Kim]'s call to [withhold unanimous consent]/[shut down the government] in protest of Musk's attacks on government agencies. Voters want to see you taking action right now. Thank you for your time.

That's it! That's all you have to say! You can reword that to suit your preferences better, but the important thing is, you don't have to be eloquent, you just have to tell them what actions you want them to take.

Calling is usually better than emailing, but a) the phone lines are melting to bits because they are getting 1500 calls a minute instead of the usual 30-50 and b) emailing is better than nothing. If you can, call, but if you can't, email! Simple as that.

If you have a Republican senator/rep, your focus should be on Musk. This isn't a perfect script, but let me try. Again, if you're calling, give your name and zip code (and if it's a voicemail, your address and maybe phone number), and then:

I want to express to Senator/Representative [whoever] that I believe Elon Musk has too much influence over the current administration given that he was not elected and his actions seem largely self-serving. I urge Senator/Representative [whoever] to take action against his rushed and clumsy dismantling of government agencies. Thank you.

Again, feel free to reword that and if anyone has a better script with more specific actions, feel free to add that.

Also, please remember to be polite to staffers and to be brave and do the thing! As I said in my 5Calls post last week, feel free to let me know you contacted someone and I'll tell you how cool you are for it.