#amanda slim

[universaln0b0dy]

Twisted wonderland v.s reader (Posetif)

Note; you all now the drill by now-

The first class you had was potions. Normally you would have failed every assignment because you didn't know anything about potions at all, but at the moment you were raising your hand like there was no tomorrow.

"What happens to a love potion once it hits is expiration date?" It was a question only third years new the answer to, but you called out the answer. "Depending on the type of the love potion the effects might reverse. If you give someone an expired love potion they might start to hate you."

It was surprising just how much a few months at RSA had changed you. Neige, Amanda and the triplets had looked over your academic struggles and helped you overcome them. Now you even had a decent intrest in history, though Amanda was more fun with explaining that to you than Trein.

The students around you noticed that change as well, you a magicless human outdoing them in most of their theoretical classes.

"Amazing, last year (Name) was a horrible student, but now?" Was said at every teacher conference. Crowley felt uncomfortable by that change, just a few months ago you could be pushed around but now? You had scared most of the housewardens, some of them even fatally injured, but they couldn't prove it.

Every time someone questioned you about what happened you used that one fatal weakness to your advantage. "How could I? I have no magic."

"Grim, what do you think about asking Crowley about his process to send me back to my world?" Grim knew you were going to threaten Crowley. Amanda, her work held in high regard, didn't have the authority to send you back home, Crowley did.

The grey feline was a bit sad, he didn't want you to leave, but after all the shit you went through the least he could do was let you leave.

You sat with Grim in the cafeteria, most people left you alone, but sometimes some people were stupid enough to test their luck.

"Hey! This is our space!" A boy with cat ears yelled, slamming his tray onto the surface of the table. You continued to eat your food calmly, ignoring the boy.

"Are you death or something?" He growled, one of his friends pulled his sleeve. "Dude, stop. That student took out most of our housewardens, we shouldn't anger them." The friend said, trembling.

"That weakling? Ha! I bet they couldn't even land a h-" he couldn't continue, as a blue flame suddenly burst across him. It only burned a few pieces of his uniform, but his reaction was priceless.

"Great shot Grim. For that you will get my grilled sandwich." Is the only thing you say, calmly handing Grim the Sandwich. Grim took it as if he didn't almost burn a student.

The way both of you continued to eat your food was peaceful, a friend group of two enjoying their food. The two people that had bothered you scrambled away, trying their best to find a table as far away from you as they could.

"So Grim, how does "I will cause a revolution from the magicless people against the people with magic?" Grim shakes his head. "That is too flowery, I mean you can't guarantee that."

Right, you couldn't. Not at the moment. But an idea had formed in your head, you would leave Twisted wonderland with a caboom. A revolution as significant as the french one was back in your world.

"Don't worry Grim, I'll think of a way to make that exact threat true....."

T.b.c

[feetale-academy]

Feetale academy (overview)

Dorms

Wondalien (based on the white queen)

Juoerwoud (based on balou)

syrerenidy (based on sebastian/flounder)

Lahara (based on genie)

Beautéis (based on the snow queen)

Costrubola (based on Gepetto)

Nightalbe (based on the boogy man)

Staff

.....coming soon....

Plot

Only characters from the sidelines:

NCR meet FTA:

Events:

[wonderfullbutt]

AMANDA NICOLE

Big breasts, small waist and big tits...too horny 🤤😋🤩

[universaln0b0dy]

Always the side characters (Twist au)

Note: Lol, I finally decided to post the au in which all of my silly little twist ocs are canon and the rest will be in its blog, but here! Have the very pretty intro. Also, i am not planning on sticking to canon. It's my au, i get to do what ever i want, so be prepared. (Also all of this is just for fun and not fleshed out yet. I wrote this as if I was describing a movie trailer.

Intro one: Always the side characters

"As far as I can remember, I was always left behind." Image cutting to multiple pictures, with blurry people talking to each other. Yuna stands far behind them. "Maybe i wouldn't have minded that much if the reason hadn't been my twin." It starts colouring the pictures with Yuu in the middle and people around them. Yuna starts getting blacked out.

"For years and years I was the second fiddle, it didn't matter what I did... Yuu did it better." It cuts to Yuna having an A, but Yuu having an A+ and getting more praise from the parents. Yuna plays the Trombone beautifully, but you can't hear her cause Yuu is the main theme and she just the brass. It continues on and on.

"After a while I had enough of being the side character in someone else's life." Scene cuts to Yuu and Yuna fighting.

"You have to tell me what's wrong! I can't help you if you aren't going to tell me what the problem is." Yuu tries to pull Yuna back, but she slaps their hand away. "I don't need your help okay? I want to do things on my own. WHY CAN'T I PERSUE ART ON MY OWN?"

Yuu is taken aback by this outburst. "W-what? But I thought you would like it if we did the courses together. We are twins-"

Yuna turns around and stares at them angrily. "I never asked you to join! I wanted to do this on my own, you-you just burst into my hobbies like their your own. And what do you mean with TWINS?" Yunas shoulders stiff and she clenched her fists. "Us being twins doesn't mean we have to do everything together."

Yuu is shocked and takes two steps back, letting Yuna leave. "After that day, everything changed." Yuna sees a carriage on the road and is forced to enter it, the scene fades to black.

"Hello~" There is a voice calling her awake and Yuna blinks and opens her eyes. It cuts to a girl with red eyes and curly red hair leaning over her, smiling.

"HUH?"

"Good evening! I hope you feel alright." The girl turns her head to the side, her hair has a few rainbow streaks. "Mrs. YZME? The students awake."

Cut to the vice headmistress showing Yuna around school. "Suddenly I was in a completely different world, in a school for people with magic.... without magic."

( insert dorm sorting ceremony and cut to a dirty dorm being revealed)

"Ew" Yuna looks around in disgust. Camera swings to a platypus shrugging. "Oh I forgot to mention, I also have a roommate. The great Phil, he is lazy but very nice."

The two are seen fighting over a blanket till a knock stops them. "I have to study for a whole new world, but luckily Madelyne and the dees are there for me."

Madelyne proudly showing off her second year mark, before it cuts to a pair of twins one very hyper and one almost emotionless.

"I have adapted to my new life quickly." It cuts to a few silly scenes and school stuff until the atmosphere gets eerie.

"But it doesn't stop the fact that this school has a terrible secrets." It cuts to Overblots, a hall of masks, ghosts, a secret library door opening and closing.

"And I am dead set on saving my friends and protecting what's mine."

There is a long line with all characters (shadowed) exept for Yuna in the front and the twins to each of her sides.

-----

Intro: NCR meets FTA

It cuts to Yuu looking at a picture. "I thought at first it wasn't possible." Dramatic music and a zoom in on Yuna in a Feetale academy uniform, the people she is with get blurred away. "She shouldn't be here, my precious little twin."

Cut to Yuu slamming their fist on the table. "What do you know about this school!?" Cut to some of the housewardens. Most look confused except for Riddle, Kalim, Azul and Leona.

First interview with Riddle. "I don't know much about this school only that a former..... friend... of mine attends this academy."

Cut to Azul. "Well a classmate who I know is very close to Rielle is attending this school, but there isn't more to know."

Cut to Leona: "Huh? Why are you asking me about those sleazebags?" Ruggie chimes in: "Oh isn't this the school rumoured to be filled with RSA's lap dogs?"

Cut to Kalim, who seems genuinely uncomfortable/sad: "A friend of mine attends this school, along with a friend of Jamil's. As far as I know they were forced to cut off contact after Geena and Peggy were forced to....."

Next skip to Ramshackle being covered in red yarn, with yuu connecting storys and pictures but sighing frustrated. "THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS SCHOOL!"

It cuts to Yuu searching through the internet but there being nothing, not even interviews of former students. "I have to see if my twin is there, no matter what it takes. But how do I get to the school when there is this little info on them?"

Dramatic framing of a tournament that takes part between all schools at the end if the year. "Yes, I have to make this school win this, forcing them into the spotlight!"

That is what I have so far for the cinema like intro, I hope you all like it^^

[universaln0b0dy]

You know how they say the best revenge is success. This is another Alternative to Bully TWIST VS Reader, I imagine that Neige acts like how he is in Canon in this Alternative, but genuinely invites MC to RSA as his significant other and then boom a change.

MC ends up becoming essentially the Keanu Reeves of the TWST where everyone (aside from NRC Boys) finds MC super cool, chill and nice despite being a celebrity even Neige's super fans like MC because instead of going to the NRC Boys' level, they essentially have a major glow up and ended up getting way more movie roles.

Keep in mind, Neige and MC are the sweetheart celebrity couple who are just seen as wholesome and kindhearted. Amanda is still their Bodyguard because scary dog privileges go brr and Rielle is the couple's best friend.

Aw! I kinda like this I could see this happening with a reader that isn't super-duper revenge driven and is just happy to be out of NCR.

[luckyfirerabbit]

DC are a bunch of fucking cowards for making one of their only canonically fat characters skinny. Amanda Waller, honey, they did you dirty.

Otherwise wonderful performance on behalf of Debrah Wilson (I believe that was her name) her delivery was excellent.

[krispyweiss]

Tennessee Freedom Singers Release “Tennessee Rise” in Support of Gloria Johnson

Rarely does an all-star song for a good cause result in good music.

But the Tennessee Freedom Singers bucked the trend of “Do They Know it’s Christmas?,” “We are the World” and “That’s What Friends are For” with “Tennessee Rise,” a track to raise awareness and funds for Gloria Jones’ run for the U.S. Senate.

A gospel-inspired, bluesy shuffle with lyrics that allude to the Civil Rights moment and Volunteer State music, the five-minute song features more than 35 artists, including Allison Russell, Emmylou Harris, Amanda Shires, Brandi Carlile, Brittany Howard, Elizabeth Cook, Katie Pruitt, Langhorne Slim, Maren Morris, and Mary Gauthier singing alone and together in a call for a better day.

Tennessee Rise, the sleep out of your eyes/you thought tomorrow’d never come, they sing on the chorus.

The song is worthy simply for existing. The fact that it’s sonically pleasing and only occasionally overwrought is borderline miraculous.

3/13/24

[sharpenings]

[leo-the-monkey]

Not Amanda here.

Raise your hand if you Amanda 🖐️

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

[universaln0b0dy]

RSA Yuu (Bully TWIST VS Reader)

It seems to me that the RSA students are able to customize their school uniform or change it in certain ways.

Obviously, Grim has the magic jem brooch on his collar and blue and white bow/collar to match RSA uniform with the logo on the bow.

Yuu/Reader probably has pins on their RSA uniform coat. I'm thinking like Mickey Mouse and Oswald silhouette pins or maybe a reference pins to one of the other Disney owned properties or Kingdom Hearts.

I imagine that if Yuu/MC/Reader doesn't go the famous route aside from being Neige's S/O, that Ambrose does suggests jobs to do like library assistant or student jobs, but doesn't make them do the job of a therapist or errand person. He also pays them well for any jobs that Yuu/MC/Reader does.

I also imagine that Ambrose does actually give MC a dorm, an actual dorm to live in. It could be abandoned, but well kept, cleaned and comfortable to live in.

I'm not sure when your Bully TWIST VS Reader AU went through, so I'm assuming Yuu/MC/Reader went through at least a couple of overblots, so Ambrose at least respects the fact that Yuu/MC/Reader went through the overblots and survived through them.

so about the timeline, its actually a year after the plot of the game takes place, so mc is extra bitter-

But yeah in a world where mc isn't they would appreciate a good job, especially since RSA is a good school and they would be able to build an identity for themselves

[hardtickettohomevideo]

Schlocktoberfest XIII - Day 24: This House Possessed

Shit, I feel like we went back in time. I mean it was the night before Halloween just a second ago – and now it’s February. Man, this is good weed. So what are we watching? You want to go with this? Benson has a new one tonight. No, nothing, it’s just that we’re arguing about what to watch on a Friday night instead of going out to get laid and/or drunk. Yes I know that we were nine the night…

[fashionablebymarcia]

Amanda Moore

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Okay so here's my current take on Wooly:

Child actor, a bit older than Amanda but only by about 3 years max.

Worked at Hameln longer than Rebecca, not excatly loyal to them, just terrified of what's gonna happen if he is disobedient. Like he doesn't seem to agree with their values at all.

Bottles up every negative emotion. He doesn't want to remember his past as a human.

He is starting to become more rebellious over the course of the second game and is slowly repairing his relationship with Amanda.

Will avoid talking about uncomfortable subjects at all costs. Tends to be a bit controlling.

His intentions are good. But let us remember what they say. The road to hell was paved with good intentions. 🫥😬😬😬

Also, he seems to be that one goody-two shoes friend in a friend group that's like: "We shouldn't do this." Even if it's objectively not that bad.

And while I'm at it. Current take on Amanda:

Rebecca Colton. Obviously.

Had morbid interests as a child long before Hameln. Girl could read off Jack the Ripper's crime record with no hesitation without even being ASKED. She enjoys watching the cat hunt and finds death amusing on multiple occasions, such as silly Mr. Fox, when she says a hunter will shoot the bunnies little ears off, etc.

As Rebecca, she was genuinely a ray of sunshine to be around. (Even with morbid interests).

Secretly has a dark sense of humor

Very adventurous (obviously the show was based around that)

Loves to draw (we see it multiple times).

Has had past trauma before Hameln even entered the picture (Sam's despite what she's been through in reference to her adoption).

In the second game she seems to be trying really hard to control her temper for us, maybe to keep the demon from hurting us?

Girl had some level of interest in goth/emo/punk clothes. I mean, that one picture of her just gives off such a "if the kind goth girl working at hot topic was a 5 year old" vibe if that makes ANY sense. Obviously the clothes available at that age wouldn't be full on goth anyways.

She's starting to act more and more like Rebecca

She doesn't resent Sam.

She wants out of this hell that is these tapes even if it killed her. (I feel like it's indicated in the butterfly scene. If we can help the butterfly, it flies away. If we can't, Amanda says: "It's suffering" and puts it out of its misery). I mean, hypothetically, she's already dead, so it would be more like putting her soul to rest/at peace. Everyone she loved is dead as far as we know. She'll never have her childhood back. And her chances of ever having a life at all are very slim. Still, she wants out. And I don't blame her one bit.

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

More Precious Than Rubies: Part 2

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 1696

TW: Angst; end of relationship drama; SVU-typical case about alleged rape.

AN: The prompt was "You Know Who to Call"

Sonny spent a long while getting over you.  Deep down, he worried that he would never really get over you.  He had messed everything up so badly, and he never realized how much you had brightened his life until you were suddenly gone.  He practically experienced auditory hallucinations, swearing he’d heard his phone chime with a new message – but there was never anything there.  No short, cute messages from you telling him that you missed him and couldn’t wait to see him again.  No forwarded emails about interesting legal cases.  No slightly risqué pictures, like the one you’d sent him the night before your anniversary…which he had ended up missing anyway.

And you were gone.  He guessed that you blocked his number because none of his texts or calls went through.  He sent you a few long, heartfelt emails that he was certain you deleted without reading.  But that was the thing about you:  no matter how badly you were probably hurting, you weren’t going to let it slow you down or derail your life.  As Sonny had remarked once, you had your life together in ways that Amanda never would.

He heard through his Fordham friends that you’d gotten a coveted internship with a firm that specialized in overturning wrongful convictions.  Sonny had always pictured the two of you as two sides of the same righteous coin:  him, punishing evil-doers and you, righting wrongs. 

He only saw you once in the months that followed.  You were standing on the other side of West 62nd street, so bundled against the cold that he almost missed that it was you.  But it was you – the same blue pea coat with the frayed cuffs, the same plaid scarf wound around your neck.  It made Sonny’s stomach drop, and he wanted nothing more than to dash across the street after you.  He wanted to fall onto his knees in front of you, bury his head against your stomach, and beg you to listen to the apologies that had choked him since he’d screwed up and lost you.  But a long line of traffic divided you, and when it was time to cross, he completely lost you in the crowd.

And then it was a solid year before he saw you again.

********

Rafael Barba stood on the other side of the glass with Olivia and Carisi, watching as Fin and Rollins interviewed their suspect.  A jittery young man, one Jeremy Michaels.  Freshman at Hudson University on a full academic scholarship, apparent hope of his family…and accused of raping a seventeen-year old classmate.

The evidence so far was nothing more than the girl’s word, but Barba knew it was in the early stages and SVU would probably find more for him.  His mind wandered to the other cases sitting on his desk, but his reverie was broken by the sound of heels clicking across the floor.  He looked up and saw some anonymous junior detective leading a young woman towards them.

“This is his public defender,” he said with a jerk of the thumb to the sweating young man on the other side of the glass.  Barba perked up and looked you over, and he while he didn’t miss Carisi’s sharp intake of breath beside him, the older man just ignored it. 

For a public defender, you were in a nicer suit than he’d expect, a well-cut jacket over a pencil skirt that hugged your curves nicely.  But you were young – so young that you looked like a child playing dress up.  Even with your hair swept up into a classic chignon and your perfectly manicured hand that you extended to him in greeting, you looked like you should be settling into your own dorm room for college instead of defending human trash.

“ADA Rafael Barba,” he said, wrapping your slim hand in his larger one.  “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure.”

You introduced yourself.  “Newly minted public defender.”  You glanced over his shoulder at Liv and Carisi, and Barba saw you narrow your eyes a fraction before you nodded at them.  Then you pulled your hand away from his and looked through the one-way mirror.  “Is that my client?”

“It is,” Liv said after clearing her throat.  “It’s good to see you again.”

Barba’s ears pricked up at that – Liv knew you? – but you ignored the niceties. 

“I was hoping it wasn’t Mr. Michaels,” you said.  “Because it’d be a violation of his constitutional rights if you were still interrogating him after he asked for counsel.”

“Not an interrogation,” Liv started, but you cut her off.

“This ends now.  I need a moment with my client, please.”  And then Barba watched as you swept past them and barged into the interrogation room like you owned the place, hustling Fin and Rollins out with a look that he swore was nearly vengeful.  The Liv switched off the speaker, and Barba half-watched you, half-listened to the squad talk around him.

“How do you know her?” he asked conversationally, watching as you talked in earnest to the scared young man and then clasped a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

“She used to date Carisi,” Rollins finally said. 

“Huh,” Barba said.  It made sense.  You were a young public defender.  You couldn’t be that bright:  first of all, you dated Carisi.  Secondly, no one at the top of their class ever became a public defender, no matter how much of a do-gooder they were. 

After a moment, you left the conference room with your client, your chin tilted at the squad in near defiance.  “Charge him or cut him loose,” you said.  “In the meantime, if you need to bring him back in for questioning, you know who to call.” 

Then you marched out of the precinct with Michaels, your head high and your heels a steady staccato, leaving little in your wake other than a hint of some sunny perfume and a room thick with tension.

“That was awkward,” Fin said, and Barba glanced over at Carisi, noting how pale he was, how quiet.  Carisi was never quiet. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Rollins scoffed.  “We have this guy cold.  We’ll arrest him before the week is out and have him found guilty within a month.”

There was something appealing about you, the way you’d strode into that interview room, the way you’d marched back out with your head high and a fire in your eyes.  And, obviously, there were a million questions about a woman who had dated Carisi, of all people on earth. 

Barba was going to almost regret annihilating you in court.

********

You annihilated Barba in court.  You only knew about the swaggering ADA tangentially, but you knew that he relied on style points when SVU couldn’t give him solid cases. 

You always knew you wanted to be a public defender – you knew it since you were a kid who shouldn’t have to know what a public defender even was.  Let people make assumptions about your ability or tenacity.  They’d learn, eventually.

Like ADA Barba.  You saw him look you over, and you saw him make an immediate judgement about your skill.  The SVU squad knew you a bit, but they only knew you as Sonny’s sad-sack ex-girlfriend who used to linger around the precinct for a chance to see your absentee boyfriend.

Sonny knew you best of all of them, but you knew he didn’t know much.  You’d dated for over a year, and he likely couldn’t name half the things a dedicated lover should.  Did he know your favorite flower, or your favorite ice cream flavor?  Unlikely.

Did he know your family history and the preternatural zeal for competent – no, excellent – counsel for the poorest and most desperate citizens?  Even more unlikely.

You knew you’d have to defend the guilty.  You already had a full caseload, with at least three clients who not only committed the crime they were accused of, but freely admitted how much they enjoyed committing it. 

Jeremy Michaels wasn’t one of those cases.  He was innocent and never wavered from his story.  You hunkered down and built him a strong defense, and well – if revealing SVU’s slipshod practices was an outcome of the case, then it was just a happy accident.

In court, you parried every one of Barba’s thrusts, and then watched you eviscerated the state’s case.  You called in witnesses of your own.  In a move that felt so good it felt like a narcotic, you called Amanda to the stand and got her twisted in her own testimony.  Then, when she got upset, she came across as openly hostile, even when Barba tried to cross her and salvage it.  You watched at least three jury members turn on the state’s case, just like that.

And then, the coup de grace:  you exposed SVU as sloppy.  You turned in evidence after evidence of the alleged victim’s social media while the victim was on the stand.  Posts from Facebook that SVU should have found and vetted during their investigation – but didn’t.  It had taken you all of twenty minutes of idle scrolling through the young woman’s social media feed.  You had no idea how NYPD missed it.

And then you made the alleged victim read her own words for the court.  Back-and-forth threads with friends about how she, a honey-blonde white girl from the Upper East Side, was hooking up with a black scholarship kid from Biloxi, Mississippi.  And when one friend opined that the alleged victim’s father would go nuclear when he found out about his only daughter’s hook up?

“Miss Prince, can you read this last comment for the jury?” you asked, and your voice sounded so sweet and accommodating that the woman smiled before she realized what you were asking.

She stuttered, turned bright red, and then read the damning bit in a voice that was so low that you cut her off and made her repeat it. 

“What does it say, Miss Prince?”

The young woman glared at you, then read it in a steadier voice.  “It says, ‘if my dad finds out, I’ll just say he raped me.’”

And everything after that was just a formality, really.

[floppydiskettess]

Hi! I’d like to request a Hyde x reader for Coffee Talk please. It can be about anything! Thank you!

MY FIRST COFFEE TALK REQUEST EEE!!! I TOTALLY THOUGHT THIS FANDOM WAS LIKE NON EXISTANT DHDHDNSNSN. PLEASE ENJOY !!!!

also im super duper sorry for not uploading lately, my motivation has been low and im kinda insecure ab my writing rn so im hesitant to post djdjsdn

CONFESSIONS AND FIRST DATES (Hyde coffee talk)

it was a typical day in your cafe, silver and amanda had just left to prepare for their upcoming trip they planned. you were really happy for them truly, but you would miss silver's presence.

lost in thought, you suddenly notice a pale slim finger tapping the counter. you look up to see the gothic model that you have grown to become fond of throughout the time of his visits.

"mr. hyde! sorry about that, i zoned out. what is new with you?"

he smirks and rests his face in his hands. "hm. i noticed. not much is new with me though, but are you alright? hope i wasn't i interupting anything important" he said with a chuckle.

you blush awkwardly at that. hoping he hadn't been waiting for you to refocus on real life for too long. he was quite stand-off ish and wary when you had first met but after the few months you have known him he has warmed up to you. he is a special customer to you. (but don't tell freya that.)

"no..sorry, i was just reflecting on some stuff. anyhow enough about me, would you fancy a drink?"

you could see his smirk grow a bit wider through his hands before he put his hands down and picked up his phone. "just my usual, you remember it right?"

you nod and he smiles once again before typing on his phone. you quickly busy yourself with his drink. you gently cut the ginger into fine slices before mixing into the sweet hibiscus mix. you pour it into a freshly cleaned cup before turning around. you notice that he was staring attently as you made his drink. you smiled at him before placing it on the counter for him.

"here you go, one zobo."

he gently picks up the cup before taking a sip, letting the flavour of the drink sink in. he hums before speaking again.

"good girl. i am a little suprised you remembered" he says with a smirk

you blush at the nickname before shooting back with a coy smile "how could i forget my favourite customers drink? it's not like you don't spend a lot of time here afterall. i can't tell if you come for the drinks or to visit me." you tease back at him.

for the first time, you notice a pale yet subtle blush spread across his face. his complexion quickly turning a light crimson. but before you can mention it however he nervously coughs and takes another sip of his drink. you make sure to store that memory to tease him about later..

he quickly busies himself doing something with his phone, seemingly typing agressivly to someone. he seems to have no more interest in speaking so you turn around to busy yourself with some leftover dishes from some earlier customers.

after about 5 minutes, you dry your hands and turn around to check on your customer. you are met with his gaze staring deeply at you as if he was long in thought. you feel a little nervous under his glare but you try to disregard it but when you go to retrieve the now finished drink you gently graze your hand on his. this seems to snap his out of it as he quickly looks up at you standing above him. you look down at him as you both just stare at eachother as if you were both scared to move.

from this view, you can see the makeup adorning his face. the concealer he had on under his eyes slightly fading so you could catch just a glimpse of his tired eyes. his skin looked incredible as if he keeps good care of it, you always wished you had effortless skin like his. as your eyes move over his face his blush gets deeper and deeper, but you assume by now your own face was bright red as well. you could just barely hear the quick and soft breaths coming from him, you were quite thankful nobody else was here right now as it would be quite the sight to see. the soft music in the background completely tuned out as you just focus on him.

you quickly realize how close and awkward it was, so you shakingly begin to pull away from him. before you can move far though you feel a warm hand grabbing your apron. you notice how he is no longer sitting and is pressed against the countertop standing so he can reach you. you feel yourself get pulled back before feeling a gentle warmth touch your cheek.

oh shit, he just kissed your cheek

you immediately lose all composure accepting that it is much to difficult to act unaffected by this.

you softly whisper his name in suprise as you look at the ground as if avoiding his gaze. his grip on you softens as he shakingly lets you go.

"i..i am so sorry. i had better leave...thank you for the drink." he stutters out nervously as he quickly gathers his belongings. you stare at him in awe of what had just happened.

before he can leave however you reach out and grab onto his dress shirt, he turns around startled.

"...can i at least get your number..? incase you ever want to talk outside of the cafe you know?"

he looks suprised but he nods as he writes down his own number on a peice of paper.

"here. this is my personal phone...sometime we should go out for food, if you want to of course." he says calmly with a soft smile that is rare to see

you nod and smile back at him "i would love that..have a good rest of your night Hyde."

he relaxes and smiles back at you before walking out of the cafe.when the room was empty, you slumped down onto one of the benches and softly laughed. looking forward to your next encounter with the mysterious vampire. you save his number and send a quick hello text.

soon after, your phone softly beeps.

a/n: hi djsjsjjdjsjs im sorry this is si bad...like i said im really not happy with my writing lately it has been very bad and cringe. im not doing to great so it has been super hard to work on the requests.

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Tech as a father Chapter 41

Tech thinking he is really logical, infact just an idiot in love. I was thinking if that is typical for him, and in the end with all considered. We all act like total fools when in love.

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Chapter 41: Logically subtle

Tech diligently monitored the supplies and ensured everything was organized for the temple's reconstruction. He double-checked his work, meticulous as always, and confirmed that the essential items were readily available for the Jedi and their mission. Before heading back in the Havoc Marauder for a moment.

Afterwards, he took a moment to make himself look more presentable again, adjusting his hair to its usual impeccable state. As he glanced over at Orion, now dressed in warmer clothes, he couldn't resist a soft smile. Tech was keenly aware of the importance of keeping Orion close, and he placed the infant carefully in his carrier, securing him snugly. With the carrier comfortably settled against his chest, Tech moved over to a quiet corner of their makeshift kitchenette and prepared a few formula bottles. His fatherly instincts were as sharp as his technical skills, and he wanted to ensure that Orion would have everything he needed when he woke up. Tech might be a clone, but his dedication to the wellbeing of his son was unwavering.

Tech meticulously inspected the supplies, even though he knew the chances of theft were slim. Hunter's orders were clear, and Tech was committed to following them. He moved through the rows of materials, his attention divided between the calculations in his datapad and ensuring the supplies were secure. And Tech is aware why Hunter told him to do it, without the time to switch his rhythm. Hunter wanted to keep him and Amanda apart, logically it made sense. But that does not mean Tech likes it.

Orion remained peacefully asleep in his carrier, snuggled comfortably against Tech's chest. Tech had removed the upper part of his armour to make it more comfortable for the infant, a small but meaningful adjustment that demonstrated his devotion as a father. As he crunched the numbers on his datapad, Tech considered various factors that could affect the duration of the temple's reconstruction. He factored in the available resources, the number of workers, and the extent of the damage. His analytical mind was always at work, seeking to optimize the efficiency of their mission and provide the best possible outcome. Tech couldn't help but explore every avenue, even as he meticulously checked the machinery used for the temple's reconstruction. His analytical mind constantly sought to optimize processes and find ways to improve efficiency, but today, his motivations were tinged with a more personal desire.

As he examined the equipment, he pondered the possibility of extending their efforts to spend more time with Amanda. The thought of having a few more precious days with her and Orion filled him with longing. He knew it was a selfish wish, considering their duty, but he couldn't help himself. Tech's commitment to his squad was unwavering, but his heart was divided between his responsibilities and his love for Amanda and Orion. As he continued to tinker with the machinery, he couldn't shake the hope that he might find a way to grant himself just a bit more time with them. And it was simple to tweak the machines, making them a bit slower in general. He can always argue, in his logical way, about to delate the wear and tear.

When the sun breaks through, Tech finally passes his brothers, to get some rest himself. Tech carefully cradled Orion in his arms, waking him gently. The infant stirred and yawned, his bright blue eyes blinking sleepily. Tech knew it was time for him to eat, and he was always diligent about ensuring Orion's needs were met. As he settled down in his bunk, Tech prepared the breastfeeding pillow, creating a cosy spot for Orion to nurse. He removed some of the layers of warm clothing he had dressed Orion in, making sure his son was comfortable during the feeding. Tech cherished these quiet moments with Orion, where it was just the two of them. Orion latched onto the bottle, and Tech watched him with affectionate pride. His mind may have been filled with calculations and strategies, but in these moments, all that mattered was the bond between a father and his son. As Orion ate, Tech couldn't help but smile at the tiny, wiggling fingers that occasionally reached out to touch his face. It was a simple, beautiful connection that he cherished above all else.

Tech expertly guided Orion through the post-feeding routine. After burping him gently, ensuring that Orion was comfortable. Then, he gently scooped his son up and placed him on the changing surface. Tech efficiently changed Orion's diaper, making sure everything was clean and dry. He was meticulous in his care for his son, always ensuring that Orion was comfortable and content. Despite the challenges and uncertainties of their lives, these moments of fatherhood were the ones that brought him the most joy and purpose. Orion's tiny hand grasped at his finger, and Tech couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness.

As Tech settled back into his bunk with Orion, he couldn't help but dwell on the delicate balance they were trying to maintain. He knew that Amanda should have the opportunity to experience these tender moments with Orion, just as he did. However, the ever present threat of the Kaminoans' suspicions weighed heavily on his mind. Tech was well aware that the Kaminoans were already suspicious, especially given Amanda's close presence. They seemed to be narrowing in on her as a potential mother. The risk was simply too great. They couldn't afford to expose Amanda or Orion to any more danger.

He looked down at Orion, who was now starting to drift back to sleep, his tiny fingers curled around Tech's. Orion succumbing to a full belly nap. Tech couldn't deny that he yearned for Amanda to share these moments with Orion, but he also knew that keeping them safe was their top priority. For now, he would continue to be the one who cared for and protected their son, even if it meant sacrificing moments that should rightfully belong to both of Orion's parents. Tech carefully hung his datapad on a fixture within arm's reach, ensuring it was secure. He had mixed feelings about using a screen to occupy Orion, but given the circumstances, it was a necessary choice. As he activated a technical show, he chuckled at the irony of it all. He, who was often so absorbed in his datapad, was now using it to keep Orion entertained.

With Orion starting to drift back to sleep, Tech couldn't help but think about the night before. Orion had slept peacefully through his watch duty, which was a relief. Now, as he settled Orion down for another nap, Tech began to pre plan for any possible disruptions during his rest. He knew that if Orion woke up, he needed to be ready to tend to his son's needs. Especially as Orion did sleep through the night.

Tech took a moment to glance at the show on the screen, making sure it was engaging enough to keep Orion occupied. Then, he lay down on his bunk, his senses attuned to any sound or movement from his son. Balancing parenthood with their precarious situation was no easy task, but Tech was determined to protect Orion and keep him as safe as possible. As Tech drifted into sleep, he found himself in a comfortable position on his side, one hand resting gently on Orion's little stomach. It was a soothing gesture, a way for him to stay connected to his son even in slumber. The rise and fall of Orion's breaths beneath his touch provided a sense of reassurance that everything was as it should be.

In this tender moment, Tech's mind began to relax, allowing the weariness of their situation to temporarily fade away. His breathing synchronized with Orion's, and for a while, they shared a peaceful sleep, father and son together in their quiet corner of the bunk area. Despite the challenges and uncertainties they faced, moments like these served as a reminder of the bond between them, a bond that Tech cherished more than anything else in the galaxy.

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