#guess what I didn’t die guys I just don’t write as much as I used to lollll

[amiaclone]

You asked I’ll write! Gender neutral reader if you don’t mind

Tw: cursing I guess? Squid game in general should be considered a trigger over all the murdering lmaoo

*In ho sighed for the what? Fifteenth time? He’s been counting it’s what he’s trying to focus on the other thing is well……*

*When he decided to participate in these games again it was to prove Gi hun a point and mess with him a bit so he joined his “team” which well….. they happened to be in*

You were apart of it a strong person filled with determination in debt to a lot of money…..honestly in ho was shocked with how much debt you were in I mean you seemed like someone who’d make it far in live would rule against the poor like he used to be…

But you weren’t you were *trash*

You were lower lower class you were nothing…..

Yet why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He had a wife who he fell out of love with before he even met you…..swore he’d never fall in love again after distancing himself with his family and starting the games…..

But you just had to be lucky star didn’t you?

You were “kind” and not in a pushover kind of way just….kind like kind that would not take shit from people but would help others in need….and didn’t hide your opinions from others that deserved it….

It was disgusting but…..In a good way? He wanted you not in a possessive way but in a way type of wanting to care for you and you care for him-

*He shook those thoughts off ugh. Why now? He’s usually so calm and collected…..at first he wouldn’t lie he was hoping you’d die in one of the earlier games but now….he isn’t so sure. Gi hun already has plans to take the guns and fight back he had a plan problem was…..you were apart of the main plan

He probably had to kill you it’s probably a good thing but…now he isn’t so sure he’s gotten along with you great and he has a tiny bit of hope that you even like him back so for you to find out he runs these games….he can’t risk it

You’ll find out anyway but he doesn’t wanna face you to your face he atleast wants to hide behind a mask atleast imagining what you’d say…..

Currently he’s trying to convince himself that these feelings aren’t real……maybe it’s just attraction? Of course you’re really good looking maybe it’s that!

“Uh In ho?”

*He turns around that voice dreaded him more then anything the voice he was ready to hear-*

“Are you okay In ho?”

It was Gi hun

*He unfortunately realised that after breaking out of his rare trance he blinked for a few seconds then nodded*

“What is it?”

*Gi hun shrugged* “Nothing you seemed out of it….” *In ho stared at the ground trying to seem calm but spoke in a bitter tone* “I’m fine…” *He let his eyes wander to you who was talking to he thinks Junhee the pregnant lady? Gi hun noticed and raised an eyebrow* “Maybe Y/n will cheer you up…..Hey y/n!”

*You raised an eyebrow nodding at Junhee before walking away up to the two men.*

“You guys need something?” *In ho sighed he’s been trying to avoid hearing your voice….and you in general.* “In ho seems nervous I thought you’d be better at calming him down…*

*As Gi hun left you leaned your back on the bars of the bed he was sitting on….he couldn’t even look at you.*

“So. What is it?” *You asked he didn’t look at you but he could tell you seemed concerned*

“……” “In ho?” “…….If somebody did something almost unforgivable in any way…..what would you do?” “……What?” *You were confused rightfully you knew he was like this but for the way he got was so….* “Just answer the question…..please.” “Well if we were close I’d….wanna know why. Depending on what they did it’s…..hard to say hey are you saying this cause you’re worried or something i understand i am too but…..don’t focus on the negative so much you know?” *As usual kind…..how could such a good human like you be in these games yet he knew…..He is the front man after all he decided to atleast “ask you” and bond maybe a bit before he has to let you go….*

“Yeah you’re right as logical as ever so why are……you in debt if you don’t mind answering?”

*He felt you rise up you stared squinting your eyes then smiling* “Damn didn’t expect anyone to ask me that….don’t think it’s important.”

*Oh he knows what it is why wouldn’t he a petty part of him felt betrayed some what you weren’t gonna tell him after how close you’ve gotten but he decided to keep his cool.*

“You don’t have to tell you i just asked since we might be leaving this place or if neither of us..make it.” *You groaned* “The pessimism again In ho? Jeez you could…..I’ll tell you though cause you do have a point.”

“Well i used to be pretty rich and well-“ *As you went into your story he already knew it but continued to listen you were rich worked in a high payed business workplace but like most work places favouritism is common. Which unfortunately lead to your downfall.* “Anyways one day I found out i was being underpayed a lot of money so I complained this and that and i got a warning complained again then got fired…..It was hard to find a job i didn’t pay the bills for a lot of things debt grew bigger and bigger then a man asked me to play a game one day and well…..here i am.” *Ah yes In ho nodded at your story he knew it all he was the person who called for you to be in the game….you were a wonderful person honestly what was he thinking you were too good for a game like this is something he of all people would never think he would say.* “Im sorry you don’t deserve to be here after all it��s not your fault you’re in debt…” *You shook your head* “Eh I didn’t have a good of a college degree anyway maybe if I studied more in college I wouldn’t be here but eh atleast i got to meet you?” *In ho sighed and he didn’t want to or realise it but he couldn’t help but let a small smile rise genuinely.* “I suppose it’s…..mutual.”

*You sighed smiling* “I can’t wait for tomorrow we’ll finally *maybe* get out of here right?” *He felt his heart stop for a second oh yeah…..that*

*He awkwardly cleared his throat* “Oh yeah I suppose this game will….end and we’ll probably never see each other again” *You snorted* “We can still talk, we can meet up together and talk and stuff it’s not like we need to forget each other…”

*”That’s right” In ho thought he needed to forget you maybe these feelings would go away….but the the thoughts came he didn’t want to but…..”I killed my brother damn it! I can do this I’ve talked to them for only a few days this is…”*

“In ho??” *He stared up at you instinctively like an animal almost he stopped himself and regained his composure.* “Jeez you seem tense maybe get some rest…” “No im…..just thinking….about all the bad decisions…..humans can make.” *You hmmd* “I suppose so humans can be evil if given the chance with such power.” *In ho nodded* “Have you ever thought of doing something regrettable?” *In ho wasn’t sure why he was asking these…..questions but maybe it was to see the inhuman side of them to make him disgusted in you? Maybe that’ll work.* “Well I’ll admit yeah…..I got bullied and when I found out there father had cancer i wanted to well bring it up tear them down….i think i was about 14.” *You didn’t seem shameful you seemed to regret it but not shamed it only made In ho admire you more as he hated it.* “So why didn’t you do anything?” *You laughed a bit* “I would of if it wasn’t for me asking my mom and telling her like i was about to do the best thing she got mad scolded me and told me a different way a better way to handle bullying……and I’ve used that advice since.”

*He quirked an eyebrow what would it be that he hasn’t heard ignore them stand up for yourself be the the bigger person?*

“Be better than them…..because bullies are the weakest of the weakest in society strategy they don’t want you knowing is you finding out you’re better then them.” *He knows that advice he’s never thought much of it but hearing it from you automatically makes him wanna know more…* “Well then your mom raised such a lovely person….you should be proud.” *You scoffed laughing a bit* “I made a lot of mistakes that i can’t even say thought of some weird stuff im glad i didn’t say or do anyways……yeah. We’re human everyone has made one bad mistake you’ll dwell on for the rest of your life my advice is well…..did you regret it?”

*In ho sighed smiling* “Thanks for the advice I’ll rest for a bit” *You got up smiling and leaving that’s it.* “Y/n you’ll always be in my memory….” *In ho didn’t know what to do with them maybe ask them to join him? No! That would be so idiotic they’d never agree….try to make them understand? Maybe let them go? Why doesn’t he want that…..he then smiled.* “I can’t wait for tomorrow y/n you’re so unpredictable maybe you could stay with me…..”

Anddddd a cliffhanger sorry if this is ooc i was halfasleep writing this 😭

[wonderjanga]

Warfare

You see, Marvel’s mentioned the Wisdom of Solomon before. The JL never really thought much about it. As a result, the JL just thinks Marvel has all these… interesting ideas but just never says anything about them. Though, there are a couple times the ideas are actually voiced. (They don’t know Billy is just parroting whatever Solomon or occasionally another God with tell him)

Like the time Batman and Marvel got stranded on a planet that was stuck in the middle of war. They were promised

Rebel Leader: “Do either of you have any ideas to bring to the table?”

Batman: “No. Marvel?”

Marvel: “Huh? Oh uh… well I could magic a plague into the water near them. You said they’re using it for their water source, right? Then, when they’re weak, we can go around and take them out.” *sounds hesitant*

Batman: “Hmm… That could be a good idea, but what sort of plague are we talking about?”

Marvel: “Cholera.”

Batman: “What.”

Marvel: “Cholera.”

Batman: “Marvel, that’s fatal.”

Marvel: “Oh.”

Batman: “Yeah.”

*silence*

Marvel: “Well, if we’re quick, it we can get to them before they die.”

Batman: *stares for a bit, holding back a sigh* “We don’t even know if Cholera will affect their biology the same way it does humans.”

Rebel Leader: “What is this Cholera?”

Batman: “It’s a deadly waterborne disease.”

Rebel Leader: “I see… And you’re unsure whether it will work with our physiology… might I propose a different disease?”

So yes, biological warfare, that’s our first thing. Batman proceeded to spend a lot of time convincing the Rebel Leader not to nearly kill an entire group of people with their version of Cholera.

Then there was the time Bruce and Marvel were working together and got held up in a shootout at a lab.

Marvel: *looking at the various chemicals in the lab* “Gosh, I remember my first exposure to chlorine gas.” *getting nostalgic* (He’s from the 1940s in this one, guys)

Batman: “You’ve been exposed to chlorine gas?”

Marvel: “Yeah, and let me tell you, those dang Nazis were horrified when it didn’t work on me. Don’t worry though, we’re gonna be making mustard gas instead.”

Batman: “Captain, we are not doing that.”

Marvel: “Why? We have all the available ingredients.”

Batman: “Marvel.” *puts a hand on his shoulder* “Mustard gas can be fatal.”

Marvel: “Oh.”

Batman: “Yeah.”

*silence*

Marvel: “My bad.”

*more silence*

Batman: “Is this why you always let others plan?”

Marvel: “Are you gonna look at me weird if I say yes?”

Batman: “Hn.” (Translation: Yes, but it won’t be visible through my cowl)

This incident checks chemical warfare off the list. Bruce is now concerned as to why most of Marvel’s ideas are either nearly fatal or just fatal.

Then there was the time Marvel went undercover with Bruce Wayne, not Batman for whatever reason. They then got attacked by pirates while on a ship trying to gather information about some supervillain.

Bruce and Marvel: *taken cover under a table while the pirates fire cannon balls at them*

Bruce: “Any ideas?” *peaks over the cover only for a cannonball to whiz right past his head*

Marvel: “I think I have one. So here’s what I’m thinking. I take out their mast, steal all their oars, and then push them out to sea and let them drift wherever.

Bruce: “That’s… Intense. Wouldn’t they starve if you just let them drift?”

Marvel: “I guess. If they’re not saved, I mean.”

Bruce: *stares with the most deadpan face* “How about I come up with a plan instead?”

Marvel: “You got it boss.”

And last but not least, the physical warfare.

By the way, Billy doesn’t know Bruce is the Bat. No, no, no, he just thinks the guy is someone Batman wants him to work with. He was a little surprised to see the dude act all brooding like Mr. Batman when he had heard from others that he was a party boy. Oh well, not his business. Meanwhile, Bruce doesn’t know Marvel thinks he’s just interacting with a capable civilian.

That last part was inspired by @helps-the-writing-brain-go’s reblog of this post. Thanks for letting me write with your idea :)

[slut4thebroken]

Idol

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x reader

Summary | Request: “Milking fic with Crane on his hands and knees gasping and whining as his semen is harvested by an obsessed grad student who idolizes his work and wants his kid”

Warnings | Smut, non con, sedation, prostate massage, milking machine, semen collection, light bondage, noncon drugging, forced breeding??, anal fingering, forced orgasm.

Words | 1.6 k

Notes | yeah.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 30: can you guys help me figure out what I should use pretty please💀

Dr. Crane was by far your favorite professor at Gotham University. He was intriguing and alluring, but also really fucking hot. For a while, he worked at GU and Arkham Asylum, but right before you got your bachelors, he quit his teaching job to take over as the head psychiatrist at Arkham, much to your disappointment. 

You tried to get an internship at Arkham, but you were rejected. It was hard to contain your anger, but you just focused on the endgame, rather than this temporary setback. 

Once Dr. Crane was outed as being the Scarecrow and thrown into the very institution he used to run, things made a lot more sense— like his fascination with fear, the students that would sometimes go missing or randomly drop out with no explanation… The new discovery of his alter ego only deepened your obsession. 

After someone replaced him, you applied for the internship again, but you were accepted this time because, along with Jonathan, a lot of other staff had been arrested for being involved, so they needed the help. 

Then you bided your time. You weren’t actually allowed to see any patients alone as an intern, so you had to work around that…

After hatching a plan, you spent the next few weeks gaining the trust of your superiors and saving up money to buy the right “equipment.” Since this was Arkham, everyone was already far too lax about the rules… So it was no surprise when your plan progressed smoothly. 

“Doctor, I was wondering if I might be able to see Jonathan Crane? I’m writing my dissertation on ethical violations in psychiatric treatment— An interview with him would be invaluable to my research.” She still looked unsure, so you added, “I know it’s unorthodox… Maybe you would feel more comfortable with the idea if you accompanied me?”

“No, I don’t have time for that. Just…” she let out a quiet breath, seemingly coming to a decision, “I’ll set up a private interview for you, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t talk.”

You weren’t completely lying— an interview with him would be invaluable to your dissertation… just not about that specific topic… Honestly, you didn’t even really need to interview him for your real topic, this was just the cover story you used to get alone time with him. 

Two weeks later, you were walking to the private room to meet with him. 

“Professor.” You smiled, sitting down across from him, setting your bag on the floor and the disposable coffee cup on the table. 

“I’m not a professor.” He said coldly, but you weren’t deterred. 

“Sorry… Old habits die hard.” Your smile turned sheepish and you couldn’t help but blush under his intense gaze. “I can’t believe I’m finally here right now.”

“Are you here to interview me or swoon like a teenage girl?” He asked rhetorically. Instead of frowning, his quip actually made your smile widen. 

“I wish I could’ve worked under you. That was my real dream.” You confessed, getting a little lost in thought before snapping out of it. “Oh! I brought you some coffee. Black— I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I figured that was a safe guess.” You smiled, sliding the cup over to him. “As a thank you for meeting with me.”

“It’s not like I really had a choice.” He muttered, grabbing the cup and taking a tentative sip, making you practically grin— Your plan was going perfectly.  

“I promise I won’t take up too much of your time— Though I can’t imagine you really have a lot going on lately...”

“Perceptive.” He said dryly, focusing on the coffee that he probably hasn’t been able to drink since before he was admitted. 

Soon enough, his movements grew sluggish, his eyes struggling to stay open as he fought the sedative. Once he was pliant enough, you got up and lifted him to his feet with some difficulty, then laid him down on his stomach on the table with his feet still touching the floor. You grabbed the restraints from your bag and extended his arms forward, attaching his wrists to two legs of the table just in case, before doing the same with his ankles. He was grumbling something, but it was mostly unintelligible, so you ignored it.  

When you pulled his pants down to his ankles, he barely reacted and you moaned quietly at the sight of him. His cock was soft, but it was still just so pretty… You ached to taste it, touch it, feel it— but you knew you couldn’t this time.

Because of money and what you’d be able to sneak in here, you were only able to get the milking machine for his cock. So you attached that and made sure the tube and collection jar were secured to it, then grabbed some lube and put it on your fingers. He was already whimpering at the feeling of the automatic pump stroking his cock, but he let out a choked sound when you pushed a finger in his asshole, immediately searching for his prostate. As soon as you found it, you started applying steady pressure in small, circular movements. 

Honestly, you thought it would take a lot longer, but after a few minutes— probably because he’s been stuck in an asylum for months— come was already starting to dribble out of his cock, landing in the pump and trailing down to the collection jar. 

His sounds were making your clit throb, but you ignored it, knowing you had to focus on extracting his seed. Once you managed to knock yourself up with his kid, then you could have some fun with him. 

He was gasping and whining, his hips squirming as the pump relentlessly milked his poor cock while you massaged his prostate. He let out a guttural moan when you pushed a second finger inside, scissoring them a little bit, but mostly focusing on rubbing his prostate to get him to release more come. 

You almost couldn’t believe how easy this was. However, you kept looking over your shoulder at the door just in case, feeling like you should’ve been caught by now or something. But no one came in. You were left completely alone with your favorite professor and future baby daddy. 

The jar was filling up with his seed quickly, but you didn’t stop— how could you when he sounded so hot all drugged out like this, moaning wantonly while you collected his sperm? 

Unable to resist the temptation to taste any part of him, you angled your arm up to give yourself more room, then leaned forward to start lapping at his balls, sucking them into your mouth. They were pulsing with each stream of come that gushed out of his cock, being drained properly and fully. You moaned around him, laving at his balls like they were your favorite dessert, making his cock leak even more.  

A sudden knock on the door made you pull back and freeze, your blood running cold. “Five minutes.” Someone said from the other side of the metal, making you relax slightly. 

“O-Okay.” You replied, then breathed a silent sigh of relief before getting back to business. 

You intensified your efforts, zeroing in on his prostate with your fingers while you sucked and licked at his balls greedily. The pump was still stroking his cock and Jonathan was all but trembling as he laid on the table, spread out for you. His sounds were almost pained, but you knew he was feeling incredible— he wouldn’t be coming so much if he weren’t. 

You couldn’t help it when you slipped a hand between your legs, but you could barely even focus on rubbing your clit so you resorted to humping your fingers. You knew you wouldn’t have enough time to come today, but you could come as much as you wanted while you inseminated yourself at home. 

He was whining even louder and started squirming a little more, so you reluctantly pulled back, now able to see that the trickle of come from his cock had slowed down significantly. So you carefully pulled your fingers out of his ass, forcing a choked sound out of him, then you reluctantly turned off the pump, making him sag onto the table in a limp heap. His cock was still dripping a little, so you leaned forward before you could stop yourself and suckled on the red, swollen tip, moaning at the taste. It was hard to make yourself pull back, already so addicted to his come.

After putting the lid on the collection jar and putting the milking machine back in your bag, you pulled his pants up and removed the restraints, then struggled to get him back in his chair. 

Knowing you didn’t have a lot of time, you quickly grabbed the syringe from your bag— a counteragent for the sedative that was in the coffee— and injected it into his arm, then stood up on shaky legs just as the warden knocked again. Jonathan’s eyes were slowly blinking open, struggling to regain focus. You made sure nothing was out of place, then grabbed the half empty coffee cup and walked over to the door. 

“I’m all done.” You called out, prompting the warden to open the door. You walked through the threshold and he looked you up and down, searching for anything wrong. 

“He give you any trouble?” He asked gruffly, making you smile. 

“He was a little reluctant to talk at first, but he gave me so much to work with eventually.” You said with a knowing smile, your eyes glinting. 

[iateyourparents]

questions | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you decide to participate in tik tok trend.

warnings: just colby being perfect boyfriend, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Hi baby!” you smiled widely at Colby when he sat next to you on a couch.

“Hi love.” you kissed him “How was recording?”

“Great, we captured so much.” he looked proud of himself.

“That’s great.” you kissed his cheek and then you remembered something “Are you tired? ‘Cause I wanted to record tik tok trend with you.”

“We can do it, I slept on the plane so I’m good.” he assured “But let me take a shower first.” he laughed and you nodded happily.

Some time later, Colby finally ended his shower and skincare so you positioned your phone in front of the couch so you could sit comfortably.

“Alright, what are we doing?” Colby asked with small smile when he saw you had a notebook prepared.

“You’ll see.” you smirked and started recording.

“Alright.” Colby whispered confused.

“Hi guys!” you smiled at the phone “So today I feel like starting an argument with Colby.” your smile widened and Colby looked confused at you.

“Woah?” he actually kind of looked like a kicked puppy “Great start.” you could see a small pout on his lips.

“Alright, I will ask you some questions and you have to answer them correctly, otherwise we will have an argument.” you explained to Colby.

“I don’t think I follow but alright.” he nodded slowly.

“If I would die, would you find someone else?” you looked at him expectantly.

“No, I’m a ghost hunter so I would just continue to date your ghost version?” he was careful with his words.

“That’s not what I expected to hear but you actually passed.” you smiled at him and he looked relieved “Alright, next question. I told you I’m sad, what do you do?”

“Buy you snacks and watch something with you.”

“Good.” you nodded “What’s your most prized possession?”

“You.” he looked confidently.

“Wrong.” you kept a straight face.

“How?”

“I’m not a thing that someone can just have.” you shrugged.

“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.” you scoffed at that but couldn’t hide the small smile forming on your face.

“What are you afraid of?”

“That someday you’ll stop loving me.” he didn’t hesitate with this answer and you could feel your cheeks starting to heat.

“Aww love, I would never. But I guess it’s good answer.” you kissed his cheek and he smiled widely “I’m saying I don’t want to go to party with you, what are you doing?”

“I would make our own party at home with just us.”

“You’re too good at this.” you scoffed playfully and he laughed “Alright, last question.”

“Uff, I was starting to sweat.” he actually looked kinda relieved and you laughed.

“Who is always right in our relationship?”

“Easy, you.” he kissed your cheek.

“Well guys, what can I say. He passed and he deserves good amount of kisses.” you tossed your notebook to the side while looking at the camera with huge smile “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Yay!” Colby cheered silently “I want my kisses now.” he stopped recording and almost threw himself at you, attacking you with his lips.

[bked0n-lorazepam]

"Sweltering" p. hockstetter Oneshot

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Summary (Smut): Y/N and Patrick are placed as partners on their senior camp trip for Derry high-school. Regrets are thought after Patrick convinced her to place their tent further away from the others, and when their fans die in the middle of the night in the awful Derry heat.

Warnings: Vulgar language, dubious consent, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, camping, in a tent. Patrick and Reader are 18 and seniors!

A/N: Sorry guys, motivation kind of went out the window for my WIP's and I can't think when I try to write them, so here's this apology while I wait for my writer's block to end!

Smut under the cut!!

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It was dark out, and hot. The Derry highschool had a camp field trip that only the seniors could go on as a ‘going away’ event for their graduation. Y/N and Patrick were partnered together, much to each other’s distaste.

There was an odd amount of people on the trip, and when Y/N was told that the other student was going to join her group of three and that she’d have to be with Patrick, she groaned.

–

“Do I have to? What have I done to deserve this?” She begged her councilor to change the groups.

“Ms. L/N, you’re the perfect student, and he isn’t. We’re hoping that maybe while on this trip, you can influence him in some kind of way. Please, you can still hang out with your past group, you just need to stick with him as well.” Her councilor begged her back, hope shining in his eyes. 

All the teachers at the highschool knew that Patrick wasn’t the greatest student, so they always paired her and him together when they could. Projects and presentations, hell, they even made her his tutor. She hated how much time out of her life he took up, and he hated how much of his she took up.

“Fucking, fine. Whatever.” Y/N sighed dramatically and walked away to talk to her friends.

She heard a faint ‘language’ from her councilor before getting pulled aside and directed the other way.

“So, we’re buddies again. Huh, toots?” Patrick grinned and put his hand on her waist while walking her towards their assigned bus. 

“Guess so,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the nickname he gave her when they met, and pulled his hand that was slowly moving to her ass off of her. “Don’t fuck this trip up.” 

“I’ll think about it.”

–

Patrick did not, in fact, think about it.

He somehow convinced her to set up their tent further away from the others, and the fans that they were given on the bus had died. They were both sweating and kicked off their blankets, and now they laid on their sleeping bags. 

“I hate you.” Y/N panted, using the safety folder as a fan. She was wearing a dark green tank top and sweatpants on, and she was sweltering. 

“Mutual feelings.” Patrick responded, laying on his back with his arms behind his head. He took his shirt off and was wearing his black boxers, even though Y/N complained about him taking off his pants.

She knew she couldn’t say much, though, having taken off her bra earlier in the night because of how uncomfortable it was. She also knew that he was staring at her breasts half the time, but she didn’t bring it up. He’d do it if she had a sweater on, too.

Y/N stopped fanning herself for a moment and stared at the wall of the tent in front of her, and Patrick looked over at her.

“What?”

“Don’t get any ideas.” She set down the folder and stood up as he stared at her, watching her every movement.

She glanced at him and caught his eyes before looking away quickly and reaching her fingers into her waistband. Pulling off her pants, she stood there in her black lace panties, bare to Patrick’s eyes.

“Thought you were gonna get some?” Patrick snickered at her fancy underwear as she sat down and scoffed.

“Yeah, from Taylor.” She smiled sarcastically and fanned herself with the folder again, sighing in relief at the difference her lack of clothing made.

She’ll admit, she was hoping that she’d end up getting a tent with Taylor because she thought he was hot, but now she was stuck with Patrick. Who was kind of attractive.

But also really attractive.

Patrick hummed and watched her again before a large grin grew on his face. He sat up from his sleeping bag and crawled over to her when she closed her eyes, and he covered her mouth with his hand when she yelped in surprise. 

“Patrick, what the fuck!” She hissed quietly to not wake the other campers.

“Shut up and enjoy this.” He sneered and slid his hands up and down her body.

Y/N gasped and grabbed his shoulders when his hands cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. She’d had sex before, but they were all asses who never thought of foreplay, so naturally, she was sensitive.

He smiled at her reactions and continued to pinch them, leaning in to kiss her neck when she threw her head back and moaned. He kissed and nipped all over her neck, leaving bruises wherever his lips touched.

She bucked her hips up into his when he found her sweet spot, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair while he sucked at it.

“Patrick, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.” Y/N panted heavily. She didn’t want him to stop at all, but she held onto a small sense of her dignity.

They shouldn’t be doing this with the other students just a couple yards away from them, but she also knew that Patrick didn’t care.

All he did was move further down her neck and kiss her collarbone before lifting her shirt over her breasts and attaching his lips to them.

She moaned, loudly, and reached a hand up to cover her mouth. Patrick laughed and sucked all over her smooth skin, his hands now moving down her hips, to the waistband of her underwear.

“Fuck, stop. We can’t do this.” Even though her brain said one thing, her body said another. She didn’t do anything to stop him, other than tell him to.

She knew he wouldn’t listen, though, so she didn’t know why she was even trying.

His hands ghosted over her underwear to the inside of her thighs, and he rubbed the soft flesh. He pinched her and she whined, him smiling once again. 

Patrick slowly moved his hand up to where she wanted him most, and he ran a finger up her groin as she thrusted her hips towards it.

“Patrick, please.” Y/N didn’t even know what she was begging for, at this point. Whether he stopped or didn’t, it didn’t matter to her anymore. She just wanted to keep feeling good.

His fingers moved her underwear to the side and he ran a finger through her folds once again, detaching himself from her nipple.

He stared her in the eyes and brought the finger to his lips, sucking off the mess she left on them. 

“Patrick, please!”

His fingers moved skillfully and he kissed her, his middle finger plunging into her entrance all the way to his knuckle. She moaned loudly once again, but this time his mouth caught it. He stretched her out, and when he thought she was ready, he put his index finger in with it.

Y/N moved her hips with his fingers, trying to match the speed he was going at. It didn’t help that he was purposely messing up his rhythm so that she couldn’t, and he grinned when she sobbed into his mouth.

“Please, Patrick,” She whimpered, “‘M so close!”

He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, reattaching himself to her nipple. “Go ahead.”

She cried out and clenched around his fingers, her hips finally being able to match his speed and rhythm. He let her ride out her high before he took his fingers away and moved down, licking up what was left on his fingers and her cunt.

When he was done, he sucked at her clit harshly, and she cursed out and tugged his hair away from her.

He sat up and wiped away what was on his chin, sucked at her sternum until he left a hickey, and pulled her shirt down.

Patrick palmed at his boxers and then kissed her before rolling over next to her, reassuming his position with his arm behind his head. 

“When I wake up, I expect to see you with my dick down your throat.” He told her, closing his eyes and getting comfortable.

“Yeah. M’kay, I guess.”

[aubvrns]

would you be up to write for alex based on your fav songs maybee

Gold Rush — T.S

| SVU & Stories

Sypnosis — The struggle of loving Alexandra Cabot from afar, who everyone wonders what must it be like to love her.

Note — Fluff, Light Angst, Admiring from Afar, Alex being a tease but oblivious, and avoidant Reader.

(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used!)

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!!

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

“Y/N? Come down here, captain’s requesting your presence for the debriefing.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in 10.” You said, tying your hair up in a ponytail before dropping the call.

You grabbed your briefcase and complied all the documents needed for the case you were working on, organizing them by size.

John usually called you whenever you were needed in the precinct right after your arraignment, but you managed to arrange your time just in case. It took you exactly ten minutes to get there by taxi, thankful for the considerate couple who let you ride before them.

Upon your entrance, you paused mid-step, a frown forming as you spotted Alex seated across from Olivia and Elliot. Your eyes swept the room, taking in the scene. "Who died?"

"Y/N, sit, no one died." Olivia chuckled, gesturing towards the empty chair beside Alex.

You sat beside the blonde and slightly moving the chair at a distance, putting your briefcase beside the chair. You can feel Alex’s gaze on you and you could only clear your throat.

"Atleast not yet." Elliot placed a file on the table and you both leaned forward to read it, although you didn’t get much far. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest when you saw what it was about, looking at Olivia and all she could do was shrug.

"You want us to work together?" Alex questioned, her tone derisively condescending.

Elliot crossed his arms, "For this case, yes. We’ve got serial killing syndicates across Manhattan to Harlem, and we’ve processed none."

"Okay, but why me? You’ve got Casey." You asked before turning to Alex. "Not that I have anything against you, it’s just that—"

Oh my god, her blue eyes are so pretty.

Alex pursed her lips as she stared at you, "So you basically hate me? Okay, that’s alright."

You rolled your eyes, instinctively looking away before she could see your rose tinted cheeks.

"Casey’s on a well-deserved vacation. She isn’t coming back in a week, give the poor woman a break."

The brunette uttered, "Besides, you guys are best suited for this case. Together."

You sigh, fixating on your watch before Elliot touched your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/N, c’mon."

"When do we start anyway? So far, your evidence is still circumstantial." Alex asked, crossing her arms.

"Fin and Munch called from Bellevue. Estelle Bauldelaire was overdosed with Hallucinogens. Guess who was indicted for running an underground drug cartel?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, reading the file once again when he added,

"Her con girlfriend."

—

I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush I don’t like how anyone would die to feel your touch

Alex groaned at the columns that was messily distributed on the carpet. Her hands folding the papers, clearly frustrated. "This is sickening."

You sat on the floor with her, leaning back to the edge of the couch before helping her categorize the files.

"Don’t be so dramatic, Cabot. We haven’t even started yet."

She dragged an exasperated exhale and composing herself together. This wasn’t the first time you both worked on a case. The last case you’ve worked on together was successful at most, winning effortlessly.

Unfortunately, the only disadvantage was that you have had a something for her in forever.

A feeling in your chest that you couldn’t shake off everytime she was ever near you. How your cheeks heated up when she gives you the minimum of attention.

It was ridiculous. The way you couldn’t make eye contact when she was talking to you. You honestly felt like a teenager obsessing for sweaty basketball players during Field Day, that was exactly how it was with Alex.

"How can we work on our arguments when we don’t even have an indictment yet?" The blonde reasoned as she sipped from her coffee mug.

You played with the brim of the paper, "Well, Estelle is bound to go to trial. All we can do is sit here and wait."

A moment passed and the silence was deafening. You two were skimming throughout the textbooks following the Bauldelaire case, writing on colored sticky notes.

Then, a knock came onto the door, disrupting the adequate peace.

"Lex?" An unfamiliar man seeps in the door. Alex smiled and stood up, walking over to him.

With her hand on the side of the door, they talked together remotely which leaves you with your lonely, forlorn self. You wondered what on earth could be so funny that you heard Alex laugh, the soft sound warming your heart.

Alex welcomed him to her office, introducing him to you. "Y/N, this is Dr. Huang. If you don’t mind, he’ll stay here for awhile."

The doctor waved his hand to you, offering a warm smile before reaching to shake your hand.

You accepted, shaking your head in response, "No worries, I was about to leave anyway." Your nails dig against your palm, fixated on the documents you reviewed before uncluttering the mess.

Really, when you said we haven’t even started? Alex thought and watching you clean after yourself. She didn’t want you to go so soon, but assumed it was because of the unfamiliarity.

You wish you hadn’t made such a disorganized space. It was awkward to crawl on the floor as the two chat in front of you. You saw how he fixed her hair, tucking it behind her ears, making you want to crawl out of your skin.

Fortunately, you finished putting all the documents and notes inside your briefcase. With a simple glance, you take in Alex once again. Looking at her smile as she talked to the doctor made you wish it was you she was talking to.

Bidding goodbye, you exit the office with a heavy exhale, alongside a heavy heart.

—

Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don’t like slow motion, double vision in a rose blush

A few days later, you had finished practicing, done reviewing, and gone to the precinct.

You stopped at a local bistro to order coffee, from a very pleading request by the captain. They forgot to restock their needs, and luckily, you were patient enough to buy some.

You got out of your car, firmly holding the cups as you press the buttons on the elevator.

When you arrived to the floor, you were swarmed by alot of civilians. They kept yelling, being strided away by the detectives.

Because of the cramped area, you were pushed by the people backwards causing you to spill a cup of coffee to a woman’s shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The lady barked, causing you to flinch slightly at the volume of her voice.

"I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

The next thing you know, a hot, searing pain came running down your shirt. You wince in affliction, dropping the rest of the cups on a table before escorting yourself out of the room. You were truly sorry, but you couldn’t handle the embarassment of it all.

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty.

You locked the door, taking your blazer off. Luckily, you have always brought an extra shirt in your briefcase.

But your smile quickly falters when you realize you left it in your car.

Closing your eyes, you accepted defeat. You should have been more careful, and if you were, you wouldn’t have been drenched in coffee.

A knock came to the door caught your attention. You hands frantically put on your blazer, "Wait a second!" You exclaimed, unable to hook the buttons properly.

"It’s Alex. You okay in there?"

You slowly opened the door, revealing the concerned woman. You bite your lip in unease and let her inside the comfort room.

"Can you give these to the woman and tell her I feel sorry? It should be enough to dry her shirt."

You handed her a packet of wipes. But instead of accepting it, she took a wipe and rubbed it on your what-was-once pristine shirt.

"You shouldn’t feel sorry, Y/L/N. What she said and did was so out of line. It was just an accident."

You slightly panic, feeling her wipe your skin. Out of the awkwardness, you gently take the wipe from her, "Thank you. I really think I should get home, though,"

She gave you this sorry look, taking your hand in hers before opening her mouth to speak. "I’ll tell the others you had an emergency. But why did you buy coffee?"

"Captain called me asking if I had time to stop by. Why?"

"I already bought the squad coffee with Huang. Olivia asked us before we left my office."

Oh.

You’ve been waiting for twenty minutes for their order, swarmed by half the population, and drenched in caffeine. In conlusion, you went through the depths of hell.

You let out a breathy exhale, exhausted and uncomfortable. Your eyes stared to prickle, and you knew you had to leave.

"I have to go."

As you walked out of the bathroom, the feeling of your hands leave hers. Alex called out, "Y/N, wait—"

Alex followed after you, only to be called out by Dr. Huang. She stops, her eyes drop apologetically and watching you walk away.

She saw your eyes glance back at her, with George beside her. Your tired eyes, closing with the doors of the elevator.

She didn’t want you to go.

If only you knew.

—

But I don’t like a gold rush What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore

The evening passed fairly quickly, a storm brewing in the sky. You had took a long shower, yet the sting left a bruise. You applied ointment on your chest, squirming at the desolation. You were unsure if it was just the sting that hurt you, or the fact that you were jealous.

You had no right to, anyway. It’s just that you and Alex once picked up coffee for the squad, and hearing her do the same with someone else hurt your feelings. But you weren’t special. You were just a colleague.

Her warmth remained like the sun. So tender, yet so far. You could only watch as she shines her light for others, dreaming you were her favorite flower.

When you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, the doorbell rang.

It was late in the evening, who could be outside your apartment this behind?

You walked down the stairs, the towel secured around your body. You look out the window, and you saw a familiar blonde.

You open the door, close to ajar. "What are you doing here? It’s raining, Alex." You opened the door, a gesture for her to come in.

She was damp, assuming she ran from her car to your doorstep. You rushed to give her fresh towel, placing it over her shoulders.

"We aren’t dating."

"What?"

"We aren’t dating."

You narrow your eyes in confusion, "What do you mean, Alex?" You close the door before the rain seeps into your apartment.

"Me and Huang, We aren’t—"

She was crying.

You stood there, unsure what to do. You have never saw Alex cry, let alone infront of you. You quiver in silence, letting her proceed.

"We aren’t dating, okay? So stop running away from me like you hate me!" She blurted, her composed mask slipped away.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean I hate you? I don’t hate you, Alex!"

Even if I tried to.

She wiped her eyes, breathing uneven, "Then why do you keep avoiding me? Why do you keep bolting away when I’m trying to be there for you?"

"It’s because I like you, okay!"

Alex stared at you in shock, her attention was drawn to your nails digging your palm. A habit you did when you were tense. She noticed. She always had.

"I liked you from the moment I met you, and the feeling never went away. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t, but I couldn’t. How could I possibly do when simply seeing you makes my heart beat out of my chest? It’s—," You breathe, your heartbeat quickened as she looked at you.

"It’s ridiculous, and I avoid you because of it. I know you don’t feel the same way, Alex. But I told you because I don’t hate you. I really don’t—"

Alex cut you off with a soft kiss and Oh, Her lips are so soft- She brought her hand to cup your cheek as your hands went up over her neck.

You traced her jawline with your thumb as you kissed while her other hand was at your waist delicately digging your fingers into your towel, holding your body close.

You pulled away, breathing heavily.

She stared at you, her hands remained on your waist. In her eyes, with ever so adoration, looked into yours.

"How do you know I don’t feel the same way? Are you psychic? Because I do, from the moment I met you."

Quoting your words, you were lost for any. You expected her to let you go, but her arms stayed where as they were.

"I won’t let you run away again, ever." Her head found its way to the crook of your neck, feeling her inhale your scent.

"But what about Dr. Huang? Doesn't he like you?" You softly said. Remaining still as you savor the moment between you and the blonde, she pressed a kiss to your shoulder blades.

"God, I forgot your gaydar was so bad."

!!

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part One

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Hey! First time writing for Em so I figured I'd use a side account and see how it went? Honestly this is a whole series in my mind so might add onto this first part soon! An oc character but can be read as a reader insert if you prefer:)

Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

Warnings: Lots of swearing, dark humour

Masterlist

I was mortified.

More so than I’d probably ever been, in truth. All because of a stupid video that had been taken a couple of years back when I’d had one drink too many on a holiday I’d always dreamt of.

To be fair though, the majority of the blame lied heavily on my younger sister’s shoulders, who’d found the stupid thing whilst reminiscing through old memories and thought it would be hilarious to post online. Forgetting about the millions of fans who would soon see it– and not just mine, it would seem.

No, because that just wasn’t how the internet worked, was it? And when a newly nominated artist, who had only been in the game for a couple years, was filmed rapping an old noughties classic instead of singing like expected, it was basically bound to go viral. Didn’t help that I was a Londoner through and through and had the accent to prove it, making the whole video that much harder to watch. In truth, I continued to cringe each time I was reminded of it, which was practically anytime I opened up social media or witnessed the guilty expression that continued to mar my sister’s face.

“Stop doing that.” I huffed at her later on when the worst of it still continued to storm on, almost whining actually as I looked away from my phone screen and down at the food I wasn’t really eating, just picking at. I was supposed to be mad, infuriated even, but it was proving to be a fucking chore when she kept on looking at me like that.

“Doing what?” Lottie retorted, not even attempting to wipe the culpable look from off of her face. She was currently residing back at mum’s now, seeing as how she had school and I’d only just landed back home, but I’d give it a day before she was back here again. My flight over had been strenuous, it always was when flying to and from Cali, but still I made time for her– even after the most recent stunt she had gone and pulled.

“Don’t do that either.” 

I’d meant to sound scolding but the soft laugh that escaped me truly was accidental. I couldn’t quite help it, I knew that being mad at her wouldn’t solve anything now and that she hadn’t really meant any harm by posting the video. That was just the type of person she was, she acted before she thought things through and didn’t ever think much for the consequences. Then again, she was still only fourteen and her putting the drunken moment on her Instagram story had just been one of those sibling type moments, the kind where you’d rip the piss out of one another simply because you could.

“I mean it, Lotts.” I sighed around the words, eyes flitting back to the screen and the way she was chewing on her lower lip. “It’s being sorted and, I don't know, I guess it’ll die down sooner or later. Mila reckons so anyway. We’ll give it a day or two, hey?”

A day or two did pass. And no such thing happened.

I’d been cooped up at home ever since I’d touched down at Heathrow, having jumped in the first cab available and fallen asleep the second I’d gotten in through the door. I’d been working out in LA for a couple weeks with a few other writers, just messing about with new sounds and ideas for the next album I eventually wanted to release. So I hadn’t been witness to the media catastrophe Lottie had created until later the next afternoon when Mila, my manager, had all but mowed down my front door, having called my phone three dozen times and gotten a guy she was currently seeing in the city to come buzz my intercom. It had been a wake up call and a half to say the least.

Still, she had assumed it would all die down fairly quickly, went as far to say that it could do wonders for my career– even with me being visibly tipsy– after having had the absolute gall to say that I hadn’t sounded half as bad as I thought I did. I’d cackled hysterically into the phone at that, then had somewhat of a meltdown, in utter disbelief over the apparent reaction she claimed the video had gone and garnered. Because I was absolutely not looking. Knew that if I did there would be too large a chance that I’d check myself into the nearest psychiatric unit. 

But as I said, a couple of days had passed and typically something like this would have eventually blown over when the next big story hit the headlines. White girl can spit a verse, who cared? Only then the VMA’s had happened and shit hit the fucking fan.

I hadn’t attended, shit like that had always irked me. I could perform in front of a crowd of thousands and step off feeling as high as a kite, but stick me on a carpet and force me to interact with cameras, questions, and people? That was where I drew the line.

At the start, I had tried. I’d been new on the scene and people had reasoned that I would just end up being another one hit wonder, so the label had figured it best if I got myself out there, if only to interact with other artists and producers in similar circles.

It had gone down a treat– like a cake being knocked over at the wedding of the year. Maybe even worse. I didn’t like to linger too long on it.

But I’d tried again and again afterwards, although it had only proven to worsen my mood each time and forced me to retreat, avoiding my team and the responsibilities I had lined up for a short while after. It was only following a particularly uncomfortable night that Mila had called it quits and had a contract drawn up stating that I only had to attend a certain amount of events a year. It had been at that moment that I’d realised just how fucked I would have been in this industry without her.

Even so, life still continued on without me and the VMA’s were just another show I would be mostly avoiding, only making a statement at the end of the night online for the nominations I’d been gifted.

It was around midnight when I heard the scream.

Lottie was staying with me, typical for whenever I was back in London for a few weeks at a time, and so I’d felt my heart literally drop to my feet at the very sound of her screech and legged it across the entirety of the house. At first, I’d thought she’d slipped and fallen, maybe cracked her head open on a counter. And then the thought of an intruder had crossed my mind whilst I’d gone skidding over the landing. So anyone could understand why I was so worked up when I finally threw open her bedroom door only to find her simply sat there on her phone, hand covering her mouth.

“What the hell is your problem? It’s just gone twelve, Lottie! I thought something had happened!” I rebuked her, chest heaving as I dropped the heavy bookend I’d managed to pick up somewhere on my way over down onto her desk. “Shit.”

Her eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them though when I finally did get around to catching my breath and chanced another glance back at her.

“I was literally just about to fall asleep.” Which really meant that I’d been getting into bed to scroll through my phone or read a book when I’d heard her shout. “Then you screamed as though Freddy Krueger was stood at your window.”

“Elia.” 

I blinked, Lottie rarely did that, used my entire name and not the usual shortened version or whatever other epithet that came to mind– and truly, there was a large variety, the shit I’d heard this kid come out with was insane. But I shook my head at the thought and quirked a brow at her. “What? Did someone die?”

“No,” She answered me, dropping her hand away from her face even though her jaw was still gaping, “But I just might.”

Rolling my eyes at the theatrics, I exhaled and walked over to slump on the end of her bed, figuring that something had happened between her and one of her friends, or maybe some lad she might’ve been speaking to. “And it deserved a scream like that? Honestly Lotts, just be thankful this place doesn’t have any neighbours listening in through the walls.” I told her, thinking back to my own adolescent years and the woman in the flat beside ours, “We’d have someone knocking at the door in under a half hour.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes then as she scoffed at me– like I was the one being dramatic here– before she then shook her head and shuffled hurriedly over the mattress to sit closer. “No Lia, just listen, look.”

Confused, I sighed and tilted my head when Lottie moved to shove her mobile in my face. I squinted at the sudden contrast, showing off my age and the horrific tragedy that was my eyesight, and tried to make sense of whatever it was that she was so hellbent on showing me. 

From what I could first make out, it was just a Twitter thread, but then Lotts then clicked on the main video at the top. I waited as the clip buffered for a second, then a familiar face panned into focus and I felt my brow furrow. I peered over at Lottie for a split second before her eyes were widening in retort and she gestured her chin back towards the screen.

I narrowed my own eyes in turn, but watched on.

It had to be a coincidence, I reasoned. That of all people it was him that Lottie was currently showing me.

“Well, aren’t we in for a show tonight! Eminem is in the house, people!” An interviewer started, she was a tall, leggy blonde who held a too big microphone too close to her chin. “How are you feeling?”

I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was to see him on the VMA’s carpet, not after the comeback he’d made late last year with LP 2, but I was, eyes caught on the bleached buzz cut he’d since reverted back to for the album’s release. Fuck, I’d be so pissed if it came out that he was performing tonight and I’d gone ahead and missed it.

Lottie thumped my shoulder, hard, realising fairly quickly that I hadn’t really been listening, and so I scowled in retort but gritted my teeth to keep from thumping her right back. She might’ve been my sister, but I had well over a decade on the kid and was marginally her guardian, just not in writing.

The rapper had seemingly just finished commenting on a question the tall blonde had asked him and so I forced myself to pay closer attention, brain whirling as I wondered what could have possibly been so important that it had Lottie screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.

“I feel that!” The woman practically beamed at the rapper, head nodding along to whatever he’d just said, “But it’s good to hear that you’re enjoying being back. In truth, I wasn’t sure I’d catch you here tonight, there’s been a lot of buzz surrounding you at the moment and not just because of the album!”

My heart stuttered in my chest. Actually, I was pretty sure it had gone and fallen out of my arse, especially when the interviewer continued to press on the topic and it appeared as though the man in question understood exactly what she was getting at. His stoic facade cracked just a tad and– there! A smirk. An ever so slight crook of his mouth. I shot a startled glance over at Lottie but her gaze was fixated on the screen.

“I mean, have you seen it?” The interviewer prompted whilst he simply stood there, fisted hands clasped before him. No sign of the split second curve he’d just had on his lips. “The whole world’s been wondering about your thoughts on the singer!”

And there it was.

“I can’t,” I started to say, turning away from the phone just as a rush of nausea flooded through me, but Lottie held strong, hand coming up to catch my shoulder so that she could position her phone back in my eyeline. “Lottie–” I tried. Please.

“Just listen.” She persisted, face so serious.

Immediately I wanted to rescind my earlier statement. This was now my most mortifying moment. In fact, I wanted to hide in the nearest cupboard and never come out again. How the fuck was I going to show my face in public, not to mention at the next event, after this?

I swallowed thickly, entirely unprepared to hear a word he had to say about me. I mean, who would be? This man was leagues above a majority of the industry, me included. Never had I ever even thought that he could hear my name in passing, let alone listen to one of my songs playing in some shop he was coincidentally in or a random radio station. But here he now was, rolling his lips as he pondered over a question which concerned that stupid fucking video. 

“I hate you.” I whispered at Lottie, mostly in hopes to cover up whatever he was about to say, but also because I was embarrassed beyond belief. And this was all her fault.

In the time spent since the drunken video had first gone up and now, I had yet to even think about him ever seeing it. Because the idea was that far fetched. But this was me, so of course he had.

“I’ve heard it.” Marshall confirmed, his head dipped in a barely there nod. My throat cinched. I wondered briefly how quickly I’d be able to tie myself a noose.

“And?” The woman prodded and internally I cursed her future bloodline, hoping that she'd somehow spawn the next antichrist or that her grandchild would become a shit-headed politician.

The man in question merely hummed, hollowing out his cheeks. “I was surprised, I have to admit. But she’s good, even when wasted.”

“I wasn’t fucking wasted!” 

I hadn't even realised I’d spoken out loud until Lottie snorted on a chuckle. I turned towards her, brows raised high, “What? I wasn’t. You were there!”

I rolled my eyes when she didn’t deign me with some sort of assent but my head snapped back over to where she still gripped the phone when I heard him speak again, his voice echoing throughout the quiet bedroom.

“Then again, her shit goes hard. So it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.”

That heart of mine that I kept on talking about? Yeah, I had zero clue as to what the fuck was going on with it now, only that my chest was wound as tight as it possibly could be and my eyes stung as I withheld the urge to even blink.

“You’re a fan?” The woman asked him, appearing genuinely surprised by the notion, even though it sounded more like a declaration rather than the question it was.

Marshall hummed, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder when a group shuffled on past them, disrupting the interview. It didn’t deter the woman though and I couldn’t blame her, no matter how much it pained me.

“So, could this mean we’ll be seeing a new featured artist on whatever you put out next?”

I made some sort of inhuman sound at that, but barely moved a muscle. And then I all but shutdown when the rapper's wide eyes flickered over to peer straight into the camera’s lens, “I mean, if she’s down.”

The next scream that was emitted once again came from Lottie, but I couldn’t think to scold her for it, not when I was hardly even functioning and wanted to implode myself. 

The girl toppled over onto me, shaking my shoulders whilst she squealed unabashedly. “If. She’s. Down!” She repeated, squealing with excitement, “El, this is insane! How are you not screaming too?”

The air I forced from my lungs came out in a breathless chuckle as I clung to the forearm that was still wrapped around my collar. In truth, I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to react. 

“Figure you’ve screamed enough for the both of us.” I replied faintly, not really thinking but somehow managing to carry on, mostly out of sheer shock. I glanced her way, “I feel a bit sick.”

Lottie just shook me harder and when we eventually went falling down onto the duvet in a mess of limbs I wondered what I was going to do with the knowledge that I’d just been given. God. He knew who I was. The shock of it was almost like reliving my first time on stage all over again.

That night I ended up listening to Lottie rant on and on for a good while after whilst she scrolled through her Twitter feed and the rest of the internet. Mila eventually intervened, calling after having seen it too, and was as smug as ever. “Told you.” She’d said the second I’d hit the answer button and I hadn’t had the heart to play it off or act as though I hadn’t seen it either. 

After the interview eventually finished trending and stopped being posted here, there, and everywhere, I was left with a flow of new followers but also a nightmare of opinions spouting from every corner of the planet on any comment section I had to offer. I forced myself to come off most apps I had downloaded after that and resorted to gaining my daily entertainment, and any real news, from Lottie. Which seemed sad, in retrospect, but honestly? It was more than a little self-serving and I’d even managed to get a shit load of stuff done.

I worked on a couple new songs, sticking to what I did best, but my mind did end up drifting away every so often, back to a conversation I’d had with Mila and Travis at the label a couple days after the media storm had passed. It seemed they all wanted me to try implementing a few new concepts into the music I was currently working on before we started to draw up ideas for the next album. Travis reasoned that even attempting to add a couple freestyles into the motions whilst I went about writing would do me wonders later on. 

I just felt uncomfortable with it all, really. I’d never been a rapper. I mean, I loved it. It was mainly what I’d been brought up on, having grown up in an area where every kid on the estate was either attempting to become the next big thing or just blaring the biggest hits out of their car stereos. But that was just it. I listened and sang along, had even built up an extensive collection which I was immensely proud of, but the label were now aiming for this next album to make it onto a Grammy nominations list. It was all they had been fretting over since I’d somehow managed to chart the last one– although a single number one and an almost throw away making it to number seven didn’t make me all that hopeful. 

Even so, it forced me to wonder how it would all work if I started to switch things up now. I could appreciate all genres but I didn’t wanna become the next hopper just to appease the people yessing me and then fall off.

The entire concept had me confused and so I had taken to keeping my head down for a while longer.

Lottie had headed back to mum’s earlier that morning, seeing as I was due to make an appearance in Paris for Fashion Week, attending the Vogue show alongside Vivienne Westwood. An utter dream, yes, but also still an incredibly daunting reality. Even so, it was something I couldn’t quite worm my way out of even if I had wanted to– see, with that contract there still came clauses.

I’d been prepping for my upcoming early morning flight most of the day, showering later on than anticipated just so that I could pack my case and eat before I eventually climbed into bed. Hoping to somehow get a couple hours kip.

I’d thrown on a robe and kept the speakers blaring once I’d eventually jumped out from under the spray, wet hair curling at the ends as I worked on throwing something quick together in my kitchen.

It wasn't long before I went and took the bowl I’d just made out into the living room with me, simply so that I could curl up on the settee and wrap up the few emails I’d been working on earlier. I was just nodding along and humming to the next song that played through the overhead speakers when my phone started to buzz against my ankle, shooting a funny feeling up through the bone. I was quick to pick it up, wrinkling my nose at the feel and not paying much mind to the caller, figuring it had to be either Mila or Lottie.

“Hello?”

There was a short pause as I shifted the phone against my ear before a voice eventually sounded, “This Elia?”

Frowning, I casted a quick glance at the phone’s screen to find a number with an unfamiliar area code staring back at me. I let my gaze stray on over towards a clock I had hanging on the far wall only to find that it had just gone eight. 

I fumbled for a moment, “Um. It is, can I ask who’s calling?”

A low cough rumbled through the line before the same voice spoke again, I shuffled to set my laptop off to the side on the sofa, brow furrowed. “It’s Em– Marshall.”

Suddenly my head felt so very empty and my mouth was working around words that couldn't seem to find their way out. Em. The Em?? Fucking, Em?

I’d obviously been quiet a beat too long, drowning in the sudden panic that had shrouded me, because he spoke up again, “That Nas playin’?”

I shot a startled glance over my shoulder to where the fancy sound system was installed, the biggest reason I’d gone and purchased the home, in truth, and was immediately reminded of the music I had piercing through the air. Clumsily, I rolled off of the corner of the settee so that I could stumble over to turn the thing off, doing exactly that before I was forced to blink at the sudden silence that greeted me.

I winced and was quick to turn the music back on, keeping it low. All the while I still held my phone close to my chest.

“Uh, yeah. Hi!” I blundered helplessly after a moment, carding a hand through my damp hair as I stared at the empty wall before me stupidly. I wasn’t sure what to say, let alone do. I could sort of wrap my head around the interview, his brief mention of me. But a fucking phone call? It was on another level.

He chuckled though, enough so that I felt myself flush bashfully at my obvious awkwardness and forced my body to move back towards the sofa, if only so that I didn’t have to stand on shaky legs anymore. 

“Hi.” He mimicked, voice low albeit a tad amused.

I smiled. Unable to do anything but, in all honesty, as I lowered myself down onto the cushions, vaguely aware that I should probably be saying something else now that he’d gone and replied, but was simply more than a little caught off guard by everything. 

“Sorry, I– Well, I didn’t expect your call. Or anyones really.” I murmured, trying my best to shake off the nerves that were apparently wreaking havoc on my brain to mouth filter. “I just jumped out of the shower, had yet to turn off the stereo. Sorry.” How many times had I just apologised? I wanted to scream.

“You’re good.” He assured me, voice unlike what I probably would have expected and so I blinked once more at the sound of it, reminded that it was actually him I was talking to. But all that was fluttering through my head was ‘what the fuck are you doing calling me?’ “Nice choice, I gotta say. This an alright time for you to talk? I don’t wanna disturb you much.”

My eyes widened at both the compliment in song choice and well, him. Then withheld another sudden urge to scream, the hand not holding my phone clenching into a tight fist against my chest. “No, no, of course not. I mean, you’re fine! Not disturbing me at all.”

His next reply sounded more than just a little mirthful, “Sure ‘bout that?”

I willed myself to relax and took an inconspicuous breath as I pulled my legs back up under me. “I’m sure.” I told him, laughing lightly at myself for being so socially inept– or maybe it was just this entire scenario I’d been shoved into. “How’d you even get my number anyway?” 

I hadn’t meant for it to sound so forceful or abrupt, but it had been yet another question my sluggish brain hadn’t been able to find an answer to. 

“Mila?” He answered me, and I blinked stupidly at the name. “We had a mutual contact, figured I’d chance askin’ her instead of gettin’ lost in your DM’s. That cool? She said she’d let you know.”

The conniving cow, I thought to myself, though I wouldn’t have put it past her to have reasoned with herself that I would’ve probably freaked out if she had told me beforehand, before then having proceeded to just let my phone ring out whilst I stared pitifully at it. She knew me all too well. 

“She did not.” I replied through a baited breath, “But no, yeah. You’re alright, just caught me off guard is all. You’re probably the last person I expected to call, if I’m being honest here..”

When I heard him laugh once more I grinned, all too pleased with myself. It was a low gruff sound, not deep enough to be sarcastic or ingenuine, but rather warm. It surprised me.

“Oh yeah? Even after everything that’s gone down lately?”

My eyes slipped closed at the instantaneous reminder and I winced. The video. Honestly, in the whirlwind that wasn’t just my life at the moment, but this phone call too, I could have almost forgotten about it.

“I still can’t believe you saw that.”

Marshall let go of another amused huff that I figured to be a chuckle, breathing in deep enough that he forced me to wait on his next words. “I don’t lie. I meant what I said. But tell me, how many drinks d’you have in you?”

I curled my tongue against the back of my teeth in hopes to keep from grinning too hard, feeling a slight sting at the tip. “I was tipsy.” I argued pointlessly, knowing it would be a tireless venture, “I’d only had a couple.”

He hummed, seemingly not convinced.

“It was years ago, too!” I felt the need to tack on, the rosy hue the alcohol had given my cheeks sprung to mind and made me wonder. My face wrinkled as I dragged a helpless hand across it. “Who even sent it to you?”

“A couple people, actually.” Marshall ended up revealing and his words sounded playful enough that I could almost picture the curl of his mouth. “My daughter was one.”

Without thinking my hand flew up towards my mouth and I shook my head as I let it rest against my palm. “You’re not being serious.”

“Dre too.”

I let go of a hissed curse and crumpled a little bit in my seat before laughing stupidly at myself. If I couldn’t talk myself out of this then I supposed I would just have to get over it. I hoped thinking sensibly would allow me to actually follow through on that sentiment, but I very much doubted it.

Marshall laughed again, slow and easy almost as though he’d shared it with me a hundred times before. “I wasn’t kiddin’ neither. ’s why I called.”

Pulling my head from out of my hands, I wet my lower lip, mind promptly flashing back to the clip Lottie had shown me. “What’s that meant to mean?” I asked him, treading cautiously. 

“Listen.” He began, pausing only briefly to inhale before he then added, “I’m workin’ on another album–”

“No.” I interrupted, eyes suddenly wide and alert, “Already?”

A tittered snort followed the disruption but my mind was already reeling. 

“You’re not fucking with me?”

In all honesty I had prepared myself to wait a couple more years for another drop, hoping for him to feature or for someone to send for him if only so that he’d make a track in reply. I’d been obsessed with his recent work, even going as far as to add it onto the tour bus playlist late last year. It had actually been played so much the roadies and the band had threatened to rip the system out. But a new album? Fuck. I hadn’t expected it.

“Who else knows?”

There was a slight click on the other side of the line. Or scuffle. “As of right now? Like six people.”

I swallowed down the understanding that then hit me, but my stomach lurched at the very thought of it. “And I’m one?” I chuckled, holding back the hysterical laughter I felt bubble as my hand fell over my heart, “Wow, I feel honoured, Mathers.” It was teasing, the rib I meant, though my eyes still widened when I realised what I’d gone and said, not wanting him to take it the wrong way. 

I needn’t have worried. 

“As you fuckin’ should be.”

I gave a real laugh at that, almost a full-belly type shit. But could you really blame me? 

I was still smiling as I went to retort, humming with it, “God, you really just went and sprung that shit on me.”

“Hold you to keepin’ it on the low for now.” Marshall said, reminding me how paranoid the press and Hollywood had made him out to be in the past. I wondered how much truth there was in the sentiment. I mean, the man was almost a recluse– not that I could blame him, I was pulled from the same sort of cloth there– but to put a secret like that in my hands? It had to take some amount of faith.

I nodded seriously, even though he couldn’t see the gesture. Seemed he could hear the sincerity in my answer though, “‘Course.” I told him and then chewed on my lower lip for a second before a soft snicker escaped me. “That the only reason you called though? I mean, as honoured as I am to be one of the infamous six, I’m surprised you just phoned to let me in on the know. Have I just been roped into some sort of celeb elitist group? Weird initiation.”

His huffed laugh was breathy and made my mouth twitch that little bit more. 

“Nah. You always this weird though?” Marshall wondered and I bared my teeth in a light grimace, figuring I’d gone too far with that one. Or maybe.. I'd just hit the mark? I snorted lightly at the thought.

“It was an honest question! I’ve heard horror stories.” And wasn’t that the truth, events and parties weren’t all about the awards and just getting trollied. Some of those fuckers were as strange as people could come.

The man clucked his tongue, although I could hear the slight smile in his sarky response. “Uhuh. Sorry to disappoint but nah, initiation starts in the belly of LA. Gotta dissect a virgin and drink Ciroc out of their intestines. Funnel that shit down.”

The snort I gave in turn was ugly and loud enough that it forced a hand to fly up and cover my mouth, but it didn’t appear to bother the rapper none, who chuckled before clearing his throat.

“Change this shit to Facetime.” He said not a second after, swiftly cutting short my absurd amusement. “Then we can talk about the album.”

I fumbled for a moment. “I look a mess.”

“Good thing this ain’t a fuckin’ fashion show then.” He only pressed, “You think I give a shit what you look like right now?”

That struck an odd chord in me for some reason, but I didn’t want to linger much on the feeling. “No. But I do, dickhead. It’s half eight at night, I have sudocrem on my face and I look like a dog off of Lady and the Tramp.”

I was so flustered by the very thought of acquiescing to the man’s demand that I didn’t even think much of the name I’d gone and called him. 

“Again, do I give a shit? And what did you just call me?”

I paused, reeling back to whatever it was I’d just spouted at him. Upon rehashing my words I felt my tongue press between my lips to keep from laughing loudly, if Mila or Lottie had been there I’d already be strung up by a pair of metaphorical balls. 

“You heard me fine.” I brushed it off, if he wanted to call me out of the blue and act all chummy then chummy was what he’d get.

Besides it wasn’t like I’d meant the term maliciously, I used that type of endearment with everybody. Something my manager had tried and failed to force out of me time and time again.

“But back to this whole ‘seeing my mug thing’. Not happening, mate. Why couldn’t you have called like, six hours ago? I looked like an actual person then.”

“Dickhead.” He muttered beneath his breath, barely even loud enough for me to have heard him and I could only guess that he was shaking his head with it, hopefully somewhat amused. “You ain’t an actual person then?” He said in reply, forgoing the name calling for now, “Figures, you give off lizard vibes.”

“Fuck you!” My laugh was sudden, jaw having dropped a tad at the quip. “Lizard vibes, the fuck are you then? And yes, an actual person! You can’t just call people, drop a bomb, and then demand things!”

“Shit typically works.” He quipped all too quickly that it had me shaking my head around another quiet smile of my own. “Just entertain me though, for a moment.”

My head fell back against the arm of the sofa, eyes casted towards the high ceiling which loomed above. I couldn’t quite believe I was actually considering it.

He didn’t even have to goad me before I relented. I huffed, blowing a strand of hair from out of my face as I sat back up, “Fine. Just gimme a sec.” 

He hummed.

Elbowing my way off the settee I skidded over to the closest mirror, dragged a hand through my mostly dried hair and made sure that I didn’t have racoon eyes from any lingering mascara I’d had on before my shower. The patches of sudocrem would have to stay though, I deemed, seeing as he already knew about those. 

I gave up on the preening and sighed as I fell back onto the sofa, thankful for the dim lights the living room offered in that moment. It was just as I was switching the call though that a thought hit me, making me question if the reason he’d asked me to start the Facetime was due to him wanting to give me the option to turn it down or simply because he had no idea how to do it himself. “Still there, old man?”

A scoff echoed into the room before my phone screen stuttered and I was left staring at the sharp lines of his face. It wasn’t like I hadn’t actually believed it was him I was talking to, but seeing the man was another thing altogether. He was a real person and that idea alone had me reeling. 

I wrinkled my nose almost shyly around a smile when that sharp gaze of his slid away from something behind the camera to meet mine. He tilted his head to look me over, the hood of his jumper moving with the motion. 

“I was right about the lizard thing.” Was the only greeting he offered me, jutting his chin out as he feigned all seriousness. 

My mouth dropped open upon hearing him and my tongue quickly flicked out towards a canine to keep from biting back at him. There was humour written in the gesture though, even as I moved to narrow my eyes. “He’s got jokes! Reused ones, I might add, but jokes nonetheless.” I snarked, lifting my eyebrows at him in exaggeration, “Hilarious.”

His mouth curled very, very briefly, but I was quick to work out that it was all in the eyes with him. They held a certain amount of mirth as they flickered over my face. I wondered what he saw. 

“Suits you though. Even with all the…” He waved a hand over his own face, probably referencing the white dots I had littered in a few places.

With a shake of my head I raised a hand to my chest, feigning a fond appreciation for the sardonic comment. “Is that the famous charm the world’s heard so much about then? Really know how to make a girl feel special, Mathers.”

His eyes slitted but still shone with a slight glaze, he hummed deeply in retort. “Best believe it. Why d’you think I’ve gotten divorced twice?”

A low whistle escaped me before I then laughed, eyes squinting with the strength of it. “Figured you might just have a kink for courtrooms.” 

His tongue swept into his cheek at my boldness, fighting back a real smile as he glanced away and then back again. “I’m down bad for a good Judge. Spank me vibes, you know?”

I chuckled outwardly at that, amused by his quick witted replies. But that in itself didn’t surprise me, it was well known just how hilarious the man could be, his stoic demeanour only prodding that revelation further. 

That sternness his face seemed to consistently hold softened though in that next moment and I watched on as he shuffled a little closer to the camera, sat somewhere indoors with enough natural light that he could have only been in his kitchen. It hit me then how wild this whole thing suddenly was. “What’s with the last name anyway?”

I blinked, caught off guard by his ask. “Um,” I fumbled, a slight wrinkle forming between my brow, “What do you mean, me calling you Mathers?”

He hummed and I had to think about it for a second. Ultimately I ended up gifting him a shrug, “Don’t know. Just feels strange to call you Eminem or whatever.” I laughed lightly at myself, hand falling to my knee to toy with a loose thread on the hem of my robe. “What do people usually call you?”

It was his turn to shrug then, his being a singular and fluid motion whereas mine had been more thoughtless. He was watching again though, the wide eyes I was so used to seeing in old interviews where he was always playing a part were now gentler, narrowed sure, but softer and slightly wrinkled at the very edges.

I tugged on the frayed thread, wrapping it around my finger enough to whiten the skin before I had to let it go again. “Is Em okay? Or just Marshall maybe?” I queried, watching him too.

“Whatever you want.” He murmured and it was then that I noticed he’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of him because a pair of hands came to rest at the bottom of the screen just as he pressed further into the counter he was sat at.

I wrung my lips to one side, teeth biting into the inside of my cheek enough to keep from smiling much more than I already was. “Most people call me El or Lia. Elia just started to feel unnatural away from, you know, everyone else.”

It was the worlds now, as well as one of few reasons I had for the stigma I felt around my own name. 

The man jerked his head in a short nod in response whilst his fingers intertwined against a marble countertop. “So we should just slide that into the writin’ credits then? Or you finally gone take me up on that offer of a feature?”

You know that odd feeling you get when you’re on the tube or a plane and so suddenly your ears just pop and there's this ringing sound that floods the single sense? It just happens, out of nowhere, and you blink. So all you can immediately focus on is the sound. The odd feeling of it driving waves deeper and deeper into your skull. And the only way you can recover is by holding your own breath?

That was what that question felt like to me. 

“What?”

His eyes were alight, akin to a low flame of flickering amusement and perhaps hope. “You deaf now too? Know you heard me.”

Of course I fucking heard him but that didn’t mean I understood. “This is for real?”

Finally, he let go of a dulcet chuckle, almost a ringing sound in and of itself. “You gone make me repeat it? You in, or not?”

“How is that even a question?” I breathed back to him, my hand shaking against the hem of my robe. “Yes! God, if I ever say to no to an ask like that you better fucking shoot me. What the fuck, Marshall?”

That chuckle again.

It was unlike anything else, the only sound I could hear around the blood rushing between my ears. Stupidly, I pinched my thigh and released a stuttered breath when the twist of skin radiated a short snap of pain up my leg.

“That the go ahead then?”

I must’ve looked so incredibly starstruck but I couldn’t even bring myself to care, this was unreal. I nodded, almost frantically at him. “Of course that’s the fucking go ahead! Are you sure about this? I mean, I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I mostly write radio shit.”

“Your earlier stuff ain’t.” Em shot back, the quip startling me enough to snap my jaw shut because not a lot of people ever dug that deep. But he continued on before I could think to hone in on the slip, “‘sides, your lyrics are what I fuck with. That shit makes you think, has you lingerin’. Playing with words is the aim, I want people thinkin’, leachin’ onto each syllable and every phrase. You do that.”

The air in my lungs lurched.

I could only offer him one reply, “When do we start?”

[solar4seekstron]

Character Introduction - Reader in the Bayverse. (If anyone has a good name for reader please let me know)

Hello! Hello! Your dear Solar is here! Guess what? I’m rewriting the Bayverse movies (Kinda)!!! And add ing in reader because I mean who hasn’t imagined theirself as a Cybertronian fighting alongside OP and Bee, right?

In the 5 Movies there is………………………………a lot. Going on-

As some of you have guess these chapter will be pretty long and although it’s a rewrite. Not too much will be changed and like with my other stories like Before and So Forth and Transformers One Awakening series. Yes, the reader will be Gender Nuatral so They/Them will be used. As always you guys can just imagine it’s saying he or she if you are that gender. While yes it’s a self instert in the story it’s also a story of an added character of my creation. I’ve been wanting to write this since I realized I enjoyed writing when I was barely an adult.

Just wanted to wait till I had more of an audience. Even if all of my followers don’t always like my posts >:(!

Jk. Jk. I know SOME people like my works. I’ve always wanted to create a character for the series just because I love that crap. If reader inserts and x reader stuff isn’t your cup of tea. DNI then. This is for people who do to enjoy and just have fun talking to other fans. I only wish for people to enjoy my work while self instering time to time.

Overall this post is to give a deeper look of what I have planned for you all and the series of the bay films. This introduction under the cut will tell you what you need to know about the character and what to expect. Hopefully as I write the series I can continue to make thier personality shine.

This is a true passsion project of mine. So the first chapter wont be released until Christmas. And then will be released every Sunday.

Seeing that there are some sexual scenes at times I don’t see why the robots can’t? (In my own opinion I feel that it makes sense that because the robots are sentient and now we have a nonbinary robot! Along with when you look at wheelie and the twins from the second film. So I’ll try my best to add in the humor when it feels right for the situation.

In the movies it’s always Optimus Prime, Megatron, and Bumblebee but now here it’ll be with the reader add in all the movies.

Since the story is x reader in a way the characters are semi soft yandere. But not all the time.That’ll be explained and explored later. I did change up the lore a bit so please bear with me please I did as much research as I can but had to keep remembering that I’m also doing this to have fun. So you know if there are things in here that you weren’t expecting or you didn’t see what you wanted in part of their lore. Sorry my writing isn't always for everyone.

Notes: Wheeljack in the third film will be rewritten. I’m sure some people like his design and character. But I hate it- My boy deserves more respect and love then this!!! So like I’ll do in the Knightvers with ROTB I’m going to rewrite him like how he is in Prime. He’ll still die because I know I can make that an interesting plot point like with every other character.

Not just Optimus Prime ok. As for in between movies I’ll do the best research I can since I know there are comics for them. And if anyone has a link to them online or overall plot points for the movies and in the comics. Let me know!

Reader will have their large part in the story like how I’ll write for the others. I hope you guys enjoy this series and yeah knowing that the movies have a lot going on it might take me a little over half a year to finish.

And not to worry I won't grow bored of this series. I have been thinking about and planning on working on this series along with the knightverse movies for a long while and I don’t wish to disappoint!!

Anyway, here’s the reader and their character! I hope you guys like them!!!!!

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Character.

Basics:

Besides Optimus, Ratchet and Senitnel and a few other Decepticons. They can speak Cybertronian. In a way a former Knight like Optimus. Worrior under Sentinel during the war before Optimus became leader.

Uses They/Them Pronouns.

B - Info:

Lives throughout the movies and is always there. Being the Ride or Die of Optimus like Bumblebee. The fighter in every battle. There to help guide but also learn. One to believe in signs and path. Goes through their own growth along side the many around them. Struggles for their fallen friends.

Is one of the strongest characters in series.

Team Prime:

Scout/Warrior/Soldier (Former Knight). Voice of Reason. Cool older sibling.

Age:

Around the same age as Optimus Prime and Sentinel. The other Knights being a bit older. (I imagine they’re all around the same age. But in the story the reader is a little older then OPtimus Prime.)

Note: After some research for the story, the google search told me Hound is 60 millions years old??? And Optimus is still referred to be 9 million years old. I know they’re all supper old but for Hound to be 60 million is a bit strange to me. So I’m changing the age for them a bit.

Hound will be 29 million years old and while OP and Y/N are around 15 million years old. And the knights being only 19 million years older.

And so in the equivalent of human years OP and Y/N would be in their early 40’s.

The Knight in their mid 40’s. And Hound in his early 70’s.

Appearance:

Y/N is a pretty tall bot. Being 4 feet smaller then Optimus in robot form. So the 2nd tallest compared to the others. Their vehicle mode being a 2003 Porsche Cayenne.

(Don’t ask I think its a nice care. But do feel free to educate me in the comments I don’t know cars that well.

Y/Ns colors are black with tinted red on their paint. Y/Ns robot mode being almost like a knights but modern (Much like Sentinel Primes armor in tf5) but to match more with their own alt mode. Only looking slimmer then Sentinel because of how small they are.

Their head armor looking a lot like Rodimus helmet in Transformers Animated (But if it was styled in the berverse. Think like Nightshades armor peice and how it covers a bit of their optics.)

Their optics yellow and faceplate grey like the others. Having optics that are mostly dim but brighten when feeling certain emotions. Their optics piercing in yellow that helps with their thousand yard stare. Though they aren’t always glaring at someone when they turn their attention to someone. That’s just something that happens when really they’re just- staring.

Having a few Cybertronian writings on their helm. Both back, top, and side. A it on their shoulders and arms and different parts of their body.

Always seen with a smile on their dermas even in the toughest situations under their mask and even when they take their mouth guard off. Their visors being the color blue and their mouth guard being a grey is red.

Weapons:

A thing most noticed about them is they have two swords on both side of their hips in sword handles. Their swords being long like Sentinels but not as wide. The handles in more of a dark red with a tint of black on them. But the handles being completely black. Something others might not notice too is their somewhat small gun held at their lower back. With a Y initial on the side of it. Their arms also turning into blasters.

Though they rarely use them.

Appearence Traits:

At times throughout the movies can be seen always keeping their visors on but will take their mouth guard off even when they don’t speak. They only take both their visors and mouth guard for only important moments and if they are having strong emotions. That’s when their optics really brighten.

Usually when not fighting. They can be seen either standing with one arm down and the other will be bent. Always having at least one cervo on a sword handle being on guard. Or can be seen cleaning their swords and loading their gun after each battle. It being big or small. Or training with the others, or talking to them, or just standing there listening and waiting for orders.

They rarely cross their arms.

Fighting:

They work mostly in hand in hand combat. Only using their swords to help out in fights as more then just a weapon to slash someone with. At times using different parts of their sword when they don’t wish to kill someone.

If they are really mad. Their fighting combat becomes almost like a wrestler, which is something not seen much in battle. It’s just them showing why they don’t punch as much as they do in battle.

Note: For an example of how they fight with their swords watch “The Elder Scrolls Online: High Isle Cinematic” The way the knight fights against the three characters is basically how they fight.

Traits (Sort of):

While they usually have their mouth guard down if they’re not in battle. They will at times also move their visors off as well. Mostly if its during certain situations like they’re really surprised or confused. (Plan on doing that a few times throughout.) At times they will speak but only when they’re needed to.

At times they can be seen cleaning their swords. Either it be because they have to or they’re worried and got something on their mind.

If they are really mad or just wishes to speak to the other privately. They will speak in Cybertronian. So while the others choose to speak in. They will speak in their more native language when it’s something important.

I was thinking about doing a relationship with the others part but I don’t think people will care that much and just wait to read the first chapter since that’ll show to establish their relationship when it comes to the first movie. Same thing for their backstory.

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How I imagine readers hips with swords look like. (If you know the artist type in their name on here or twitter in the comments so I can add it here please I tried looking but wasn’t lucky)

[retrowitchy]

haymitch takes everlark & co. (meaning the geese) to visit lenore dove's grave

ever wondered what it might look like if the mockingjay epilogue was extended just a little bit to include a whole random bit where haymitch takes two kids and nine geese into the woods by the lake to show them a bunch of dead people's graves? well wonder no more!!!

*✴︎+ take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die on ao3

It’s been about a year since we all came back to 12. In that year, I feel like I have grown old so much faster than I ever have before. It’s easy to remember some parts of it all, and hard to recall others. Peeta’s doctor says that’s how trauma works. Sometimes you forget, because remembering is just too hard. And sometimes, I don’t want to remember any of it.

Time has passed, but the three of us, Haymitch, Peeta and I, have settled into a routine with each other unlike anything we ever had before the second Quarter Quell. Honestly, it’s more out of necessity than anything- the nightmares are too hard for any of us to bear in an empty house. We tried living separately for a while, but it felt stupid, each of us alone while we all lived next door to each other. I insisted on staying with Haymitch almost immediately after they came back. I might have been too stubborn to admit the comfort I found in his company before, but it would be ridiculous to deny that now. He and I mean a lot to other. I guess we always have, or we have since this all started.

It took a little while, and a lot of convincing, but after he felt like the risk of hurting me was gone, Peeta moved in too. He was terrified that he’d relapse, have some shutdown that resulted in him strangling me again, but I didn’t care. I missed him more than almost anything. All the time I had spent, hiding in vents and crying to Haymitch and Gale and my mother and Prim when he was being held hostage in the Capitol, it shouldn’t be for nothing, I had said. I needed him to come home. And he did, eventually.

It’s good for us all. Peeta and I stay upstairs, and Haymitch is down the hall. Most mornings we eat together, something Peeta made and I hunted, and then we spend our days doing whatever we feel like. A couple months ago, we got Haymitch some goose eggs, so now he has something to do with his time instead of sitting around in the house all day. They’re rebuilding the Hob, too. And the Meadow is starting to grow back.

One day, when spring has started to seep into the ground, and gets to the point where you can smell it in the breeze, Peeta comes into the fireside room, where Haymitch is asleep clutching a bottle of his white liquor and I am busy working on a letter to Annie.

I don’t look up from my writing. “What, Peeta?”

He chuckles, and then comes to sit down, on the couch next to me.

“What are you working on?”

I don’t like my scratchy penmanship, especially compared to Peeta’s neat cursive, but I hand over the letter.

“I’m trying to be better about writing people. Annie asked us to send more, and you’re always the one who does them, so…” I trail off, getting mumbly and feeling kind of dumb. He’s looking it over.

“This is sweet, Katniss,” he says, scanning it with a little smile at the corner of his mouth. I snatch it back.

“Okay, time’s up. I don’t want you to read the whole thing,” I say, feeling my cheeks going pink. He laughs.

“Okay, okay. I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

I fold the paper in half and tuck it aside. I’ll finish it later.

“What did you come in here to say?” I ask, as I put away my pens.

“Does there really have to be a reason?” he asks.

“Yes. You never stand in the doorway like that unless you have something you’re trying to pitch to us,” I say, glancing at Haymitch, who is snoring slightly across the room.

“Not a pitch,” he says, smiling. “Just wanted to see if you guys were up for a picnic.”

Haymitch opens one eye lazily. Guess he wasn’t as dead to the world as I thought.

“And why would we do that when we’re having a perfectly enjoyable time right now?” he asks, not moving from his armchair. I look to Peeta.

“Because it’s nice out,” Peeta says calmly.

“Nice inside too,” counters Haymitch.

“The geese could get some exercise?” Peeta offers. Haymitch closes his eyes and lets out a ridiculous long grumble.

“Fine,” he says. “But I’m not contributing a damn thing. I’ll bring the kids and that’s it.”

“Katniss?” Peeta looks to me for confirmation I will go along with this plan.

“Sure,” I say. “Anything to get Haymitch out of that armchair.”

“You’re on thin ice, girl, you’d better watch out,” he says threateningly, as he stands up with a grunt and heads toward the kitchen with his bottle.

“Or what?” I call after him, getting no response, and rolling my eyes with a half smile. I kiss Peeta’s forehead quickly and stand up, clutching my letter. “I’ll get a basket.”

“Sounds good,” he says with a smile.

The basket is not for picnic food, which we both know. Whenever we take trips out to the Meadow, Peeta likes to collect some of the flowers and bring them back for the house. I like it too, because it means I can hunt for plant life that we might have missed for the nature book. It’s a rarer occurrence these days, since we’ve almost filled up the entire thing, but you never know.

I grab an empty basket from the top of the pantry, stopping only to pop a few tomatoes into my mouth, and then start digging around in the cabinets for the nature book. Usually, it stays upstairs with me and Peeta, because I like to look at it before going to sleep sometimes, but we were working on it in the kitchen yesterday and I am pretty sure it’s here.

“Hey, bring the memory book while you’re at it,” Haymitch says, making me jump. I turn around, getting hair stuck in my mouth, and spit it out.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because. Never know when you’ll come across a good piece of information for that thing,” he says, vaguely. He’s acting kind of weird and I’m trying to place why, but I’m coming up short. I don’t think I said anything to really set him off this morning. Whatever, I think.

“Okay.” I grab the journal from its place on the kitchen bookshelf, and the nature book is right next to it, so I grab that too, and stick them both in my basket.

After helping Peeta pack some food, we head out.

There’s a few spots we gravitate to in the Meadow, but Haymitch has the geese, so we let him take the lead. It’s amazing how attached he’s gotten to them in the last couple of months- and even more amazing how attached they’ve gotten to him. Once, when it was snowing, I caught him nursing one of them in his arms by the fire inside. He got pretty angry with me, growling curses and insults, but I could tell he was trying not to disturb the gosling because he kept his volume low. I know the geese are important to him not just because he secretly has a heart, but also because of his old girlfriend, somebody Snow killed after his Games.

When he told me and Peeta about Lenore Dove, it was a surprise. We hadn’t been working on the book at all. It was a late night in November, and we were all trying to figure out the central heating system in the house- something I maintain is a ridiculous luxury, although nice- and then when we had all found the switch that controls it, he said, “I never actually told you about her, did I?”.

“Who, Haymitch?” Peeta had asked, while fiddling with the switch.

“My girl.”

Haymitch had mentioned her to me once before, in 13, but Peeta had never even heard of her until then. He told us about her, how she belonged to a people called the Covey, who didn’t even exist in 12 by the time Peeta and I were kids. After he won his Games, defying the Capitol in every possible way he could while doing so, Snow had her and his family murdered. Apparently, she used to herd geese. That’s why we got him the eggs.

The goslings huddle and quack around Haymitch like he’s their mother or something. It always makes Peeta laugh, and he points at one of them that keeps falling behind and trying to catch up, and then hitting Haymitch’s boot when it does.

“Poor guy,” Peeta says, as the baby hits his foot again, and Haymitch shakes his leg slightly to ward him off.

“They need to learn to make friends with each other, not with him,” I say. The geese are desperate for Haymitch’s attention.

“Or we could set them up with Buttercup,” Peeta suggests jokingly.

“Yeah. And he’d eat them all,” I respond. I am not kidding. More than once, I have caught him trying to sneak inside their pen.

“He’s gotten more friendly with them, though, right?” Peeta protests, grinning at my stubborn refusal to say anything nice about that cat.

“Maybe. So he can trick them into trusting him,” I say. He laughs at me, and despite myself, I crack a smile, swinging the basket as we walk.

We reach the edge of our usual tree, but Haymitch isn’t stopping.

“Are we going to the lake?” I call to him.

“Something like that,” he replies, not bothering to turn around. I didn’t know he knew about the lake, but there’s a lot I’m finding out about Haymitch that I didn’t know.

But we don’t stop at the lake- we follow him around it, to the bank across the way. I can tell Peeta needs a breather- his prosthetic leg doesn’t do great with long distances.

“Haymitch, we have to stop a minute,” I tell him, signaling to Peeta to stop.

“Almost there,” is all he says in response, and that gets an eye roll from me.

“I’m fine, Katniss, it’s okay,” says Peeta.

“No, you’re not, you have to rest,” I say, and it comes out slightly more forcefully than I meant it. I clear my throat. “Sorry. I just mean I don’t want your leg acting up. Haymitch, seriously-”

But Haymitch is already leading his gaggle of geese into the humid patch of mossy wood next to the bank.

“Fine,” I yell to him, since he’s a pretty good distance away already. “We’re staying here!”

“Fine!” he yells back, and disappears into the woods. Good riddance.

“Sit, Peeta,” I say, and crouch down along the muddy bank next to him. We rest, letting our boots squelch in the sticky mud around our feet and trailing our fingers through it absentmindedly. Peeta is proud when he finds some katniss root, and I rinse it off and put it in our collecting basket.

When I stand, there something white and flowering at the edge of the trees that catches my eye.

“Stay here a minute,” I tell Peeta. “I’m just collecting something for the book.”

“Okay,” he agrees, because he’s happy digging for katniss, and even though Peeta alone in the woods makes me anxious, I don’t feel too bad leaving him for a second here.

I stomp through the muddy grass to where the tree line starts and am disappointed to find that the white flower is just a clematis vine- something we definitely already have in the nature book. I squat down next to it to pick off some of the blossoms for Peeta, when I hear the honking of the geese not too far away.

“Haymitch?” I call, but there’s no response except the continued honking. I glance back at Peeta on the bank, but he’s okay, so I decide to find Haymitch.

Curious, I wander through the forest, following a trail that is marked out only by the muddy boot indents in the grass he made minutes ago, and otherwise untouched. It doesn’t take me very far to reach a clearing, surrounded by tall water birch trees and shaded so well I know they must have grown here hundreds of years ago. In the center of the clearing, there is a small graveyard.

Haymitch sits on a boulder a respectful distance away from the graves, surrounded by his geese, and just looks up mildly.

“Followed my footprints, did you?” he asks, but there’s not as much snark dripping from that sentence as there normally might be.

“What is this place?” I ask, trying to process how serene he looks with nine white birds nested and clucking around him peacefully.

“Covey graveyard,” is all he says.

Covey graveyard. This is something I did not expect. I look closer at the headstones and see that they are all engraved.

“Go ahead,” he says, gesturing, inviting me to investigate. Obediently, I go over to the different stones and start to read. As I take in each one, I am quickly picking up that they all reference a different song, and the rock is as close a color match as possible to the name of the Covey member buried there. Some seem like they were erected in the last 50 years, and others feel like they might have been here for centuries, so grown over with moss you can barely read them.

“You’re related to them, you know,” Haymitch comments from his boulder. I quickly turn to him.

“What?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Your dad. He was a distant relative, so you got Covey in your blood. Figures how you got those pipes.”

This is something I have never considered before in my life. My father, related to the Covey? Meaning that I too, am connected to this legacy. I stare at him, gaping.

“I always wondered how she could sing like that.”

Haymitch and I both start, and Peeta is standing at the opening of the clearing, looking a little apologetic.

“Sorry,” he says, both in reference to startling us and the fact that I told him to stay. “Haymitch, is Lenore Dove buried here?”

Why didn’t I think of this? I am an idiot. Of course this is why we are here. Haymitch just nods his head to a stone by my foot.

“Read that one,” he says. Peeta comes over to me and crouches down in front of the stone, examining it.

“’But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ‘Lenore?’ This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” Merely this and nothing more’,” he reads, solemnly and slowly and much better than I could have.

There’s a silence in the breeze, and for a moment, it feels like the forest has stopped moving, the world has stopped working, in respect for Lenore Dove and her lyrical epitaph. I look over and I see Haymitch, absentmindedly stroking the head of one of the geese with a faint smile on his face and watching Peeta with a vaguely misty expression.

“Is this why you wanted us to come here?” I ask. “To visit her grave?”

“I just thought you…might like to meet her. Or…see this place, I guess,” he says, his voice gruff. “It’s sorta your birthright, in a way.”

“Katniss.” Peeta’s voice is soft and quiet at my feet. “The book.”

Realizing quickly what he’s saying, I push the basket towards him with my foot, and he pulls out our memory book, flipping to a blank page.

“Do you know anyone else buried here?” I ask Haymitch, wondering just how many of the Covey he could have hung around.

“Nah,” he says. “Well, technically, yes. Tam Amber, that yellowish stone in the back corner there, he was one of Lenore Dove’s uncles. Not by blood, but he raised her. Along with Clerk Carmine, who you saw playing at Finnick and Annie’s wedding.”

“Wait, there are Covey still alive?” This is shocking to me. And I know that fiddle player, even from before 13. I used to see him inside the Hob, playing while I traded my hunting loot on the weekends.

“Just him. He’s the last one,” Haymitch amends. I can hear the scratching of charcoal that I know to mean Peeta is marking out a sketch. I understand now why Haymitch asked me to bring the book. “He lives in the rebuilt part of town, now, actually. Him and I don’t exactly get along on the best of terms, but he is here.”

I do not know what to do with any of this information but let it settle in my brain and watch Peeta’s pencil move across the page. Suddenly, I have an idea.

I kneel down next to Peeta and the basket, and I pull out the clematis I picked earlier. Glancing at Haymitch to make sure I’m not crossing some kind of invisible boundary, I slowly set down the blossoms in front of Lenore Dove’s grave. Peeta, head down and focused on his sketch, nods his approval.

I look up to Haymitch, and he nods too, and I think there might be tears in his eyes, but I can’t completely tell.

“Is that okay?” I ask, worried for a split second.

“Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “She would have liked that. She used to grow those flowers up the side of her window.”

I swallow.

“Good.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

WIP Whenever

Got tagged by @sulphuricgrin @skyrim-forever and @lathez

Tagging @archangelsunited @nyarevar @vehksfingerguns @firefly-factory @truth-01001001-liar @moriche @saltymaplesyrup @redyn-nerevarine and anyone else who'd like to do this.

I'm posting some art and some writing that's meant to go with said art.

Art first.

Painted Joshi's armour, so next I'll be tackling his cloak. See how many shades of black I can create in this painting... there's also about to be bead hell, too.

Writing...

I've started on the one shot that's meant to accompany the above work. Have Joshi fucking about whilst he's waiting for that pedestal to rise.

I hated the way those old gears clicked whenever I activated the controls in Nchardak’s ancient Reading Room. The sound of gears whirling and clicking, of metal on metal grinding against each other. It was loud, all-encompassing and I found myself taking out my sound amplifying earring whenever I had to use this chamber’s controls. It was something that old, decrepit bastard found amusing, I guess. The cunt would always cackle whenever I held my hands to my ears.

Of course, without my help, old Neloth of the Great House Telvanni would still be staring blankly at the finely tempered aetherium lockbox the object of his desire was stored in. Wondering why he couldn’t just break the damn thing at its weakest point. He was the bastion of all magical knowledge in Tamriel after all… well, aside from every other ancient bastard who claims the same. I’ve noticed in my travels that it’s a label claimed by pretty much any mage who managed to make it past four hundred without blowing half their face off. Doesn’t matter if they’re from the once Great House Telvanni or some fart sniffing Thalmor from Summerset. All of them pale in comparison when met with a contraption like this.

I let out a sharp sigh as the screeching of the gears started to die down, I had been meaning to oil this whole contraption so that it wasn’t so fucking offensive to start up. Though Neloth’s had his reservations on tampering with the controls… Which, sure I get that but also, I’m pretty sure I know what I’m fucking doing when it comes to this sort of shit.

I am the guy who deciphered the Vvardenfell dialect of Dwemeris after all. Neloth wouldn’t even have known how to open the damn front gate if it wasn’t for my fucking research!

You can’t surmise instruction if you don’t know what the text is actually saying, which is why Neloth called me in the first place. This ruin is from the First Council period, after all, created much of the automatons that were used on the Nords. The whole thing can be plunged into the ocean with the right switch, which is precisely why half this place is flooded. I had noticed, on my first trip to this island a lifetime ago, that these places were a little different from what I was studying back home.

The Dwemeri ruins of Solstheim looked like a strange medium between your usual Vvardenfell structures and the Chimeri strongholds that existed at the same time. A Dwemeri twist taken from their new allies and implemented in strange new ways that my ancestors could not possibly fathom.

I walked across the chamber, the sound of my cane tapping on the moist stone echoed loudly about the chamber as I made my way to the centre. I was seeking out the artifact that lockbox contained, an old, dusty tome with a strange, tentacled creature embossed into the faded, oily leather. An old book to some but for those who seek the answers to the Aubris, it is a treasure of indescribable value.

For me it meant answers about one very specific thing. I was seeking a way to reach the Nordic afterlife that didn’t involve calling a dragon to fly me to some portal in the Velothi Mountains. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to use that portal anyway, pretty sure you need to have at least some Nordic blood in you to properly enter that place…

I am not a Nord, I don’t think my ancestors had ventured all that much outside of Morrowind until my parents fucked off to Cyrodiil. No, I’d probably be ripped to shreds the moment I stepped one foot in that swirling mess. Turning myself into a pink mist was kinda antithetical to what I was trying to achieve here. Not that I hadn’t done something that stupid before, I’m wearing the evidence on my fucking face after all.

I reached the almost golden pedestal, its edges marred by the slightest hint of corrosion. I traced my fingers over the intricately indented metal, its surface whirling with the same geometric patterns that I’ve seen further into this particular ruin. It was a marvel, really, and I hoped to study it further once I’d figured this all out. I couldn’t concentrate on shit when she’s not here, so I was going to rectify that. This book, as dangerous as it was, was the key to bringing my Miluth back to me. I was willing to suffer whatever consequence I had to in making this fucking deal. I had my bargaining chip for the Prince of Knowledge to chew on. I felt like this whole thing was a done deal.

I’ve always been a bit of a cocky bastard.

[differentpostrebel]

Die with a smile ~ Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Chapter 2: Taste

a/N: We are back with chapter 2, guys I love writing this chapter, thank you for loving the first chapter, if you guys havent read it yet it is on my master list link! we have Ace's POV, this time and next chapter will be y/ns pov... we got some seductive moments too in the end hehehe, thank you guys for following, liking, sharing and interacting! and without further a do let the adventure begin!

Ace’s POV

I knew Y/N when I was just ten years old—she was nine—when Garp brought her and Luffy to stay with Dadan and help raise them. I already knew Luffy was Garp’s grandson, but when I found out Y/N’s dad was a Marine, one who was going to be an admiral, I couldn't believe it. She didn’t seem the type to become a Marine. She was annoying, scrawny, weak—at least, that’s what I told myself. So, naturally, I picked on her. Teased her.

She always had this fire in her, though, something different from the other kids. No matter how much I messed with her, she never backed down. She’d argue, shove me, call me names right back, and even take a swing at me if I pushed too far. And yet, as much as I told myself I was just messing around, something started to change.

I don’t know when it happened exactly. Maybe it was one of those days when she was glaring at me, all fired up, refusing to let me win. Or maybe it was one of those rare moments when I caught her laughing—really laughing—when she thought I wasn’t looking. Either way, at some point, I realized something that pissed me off more than anything.

I had a small crush on Y/N.

Not that I was ever going to tell her that. Hell no. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to act on it. She was still annoying, still stubborn, and still the same scrawny girl who got under my skin. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Even if, deep down, I knew better.

As time went on, we spent more time together—Luffy, Sabo, and me—and I guess, somewhere along the way, I started to realize that we weren’t just three random kids anymore. We were brothers. Honest to goodness brothers. I had to admit, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted that, but when I saw us all together, it felt like we really were family.

And then, one day, I decided to swipe Dadan’s sake and four cups. I figured it’d be a good moment for all of us to make it official, to show we were brothers. But when Y/N grabbed her cup, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want her in it. So I denied her the oath.

“You're such a big stupid jerk!” she yelled, her face flushed red from the frustration.

“My rules,” I said with a smirk, feeling the usual rush of satisfaction.

Then Luffy piped up, all excited. “I’ll drink with you, Y/N! We can be brothers and sisters!”

I rolled my eyes, but Sabo joined in, and I had to admit, it was kind of nice. It felt like a new kind of bond—one I hadn’t realized I needed.

As time passed, though, I noticed the teasing between me and Y/N kept going, maybe even getting rougher. And maybe, just maybe, that was my way of staying close to her. I didn’t know what to make of it. I definitely didn’t know what it meant. But I couldn’t stop myself from being near her, from keeping her in my sights.

Then came the day when things got real.

Y/N got sick. Really sick. She was burning up with fever, and it freaked me out more than I wanted to admit.

“You brats better not bother her!” Dadan snapped, looking back at the three of us. “She’s resting. I’m going to the village to get something for her fever.”

The second she left, the air felt heavier. It was just me, Luffy, and Sabo, and I felt like I was on edge, not sure what to do. Y/N wasn’t just some annoying girl anymore. She was the one who made our messed-up little family feel like home. And now, she was sick, and I had no idea how to handle it.

Luffy sat by her side, watching her with a worried look in his eyes, while Sabo did his best to keep the mood light. "Y/N, wake up!" Luffy yelled, his voice filled with worry.

"Idiot!" Sabo and I snapped at the same time, both of us smacking him on the head.

"You can't just yell at her like that, Luffy," Sabo sighed, rubbing his temples. "She needs rest, not you screaming in her face."

Luffy pouted, crossing his arms. "But she won’t wake up..."

I swallowed hard, not liking the way that sounded. Y/N was always the one with a comeback, always the one pushing back no matter how much I teased her. Seeing her so still, her face flushed from the fever, made something twist in my chest.

I crouched beside her, resting a hand on her forehead. She was burning up. "Damn it..." I muttered under my breath.

Sabo knelt next to me. "We should do something—maybe a cold cloth? That might help until Dadan gets back."

Luffy immediately perked up. "I’ll get one!" He scrambled up and ran outside, nearly tripping over his own feet.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Idiot."

Sabo chuckled lightly. "Yeah, but he means well."

I glanced down at Y/N, her breathing slow but steady. The usual fire in her was dimmed, and for some reason, I hated seeing her like this.

"Just hurry up and get better, okay?" I muttered, barely above a whisper. "It's not fun picking on you when you're too weak to fight back."

Sabo gave me a knowing look but said nothing. Suddenly, Y/N began to shake and shiver violently. "That's not a good sign," Sabo said, his voice tense as she coughed.

"Where’s Luffy with the cold towel?" he asked, looking around.

"I'm here!" Luffy announced proudly, bursting back into the room—only instead of a towel, he was carrying a full bucket of water.

"Luffy, wait—!" I started, but it was too late.

Luffy tripped over his own feet, and the bucket went flying. Water splashed all over Y/N, drenching her from head to toe. She jolted upright with a sharp gasp, shivering even more.

"You idiot!" Sabo and I shouted at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Y/N! I didn't mean to!" Luffy cried, his lip quivering.

Y/N's teeth chattered as she struggled to speak. "N-neeed… t-to… ch-change c-clothes… n-need w-warmth…"

I cursed under my breath. "Sabo, grab some blankets! Luffy, go get dry clothes from Dadan’s stash—now!"

For once, neither of them argued. Sabo rushed off while Luffy scrambled to his feet, running as fast as his little legs could carry him. I stayed behind, watching Y/N, clenching my fists as she continued to shiver.

Damn it. I hated seeing her like this.

I grabbed the driest part of my shirt and wiped the water dripping down her face. "Hold on, Y/N. We’ll get you warm soon," I muttered, more to myself than to her.

She let out a weak chuckle between shivers. "W-wouldn't be… l-life w-with you idiots… w-without a little… s-suffering, huh?"

"Tch. You talk too much," I said, but my voice lacked its usual bite.

Sabo came rushing back with a thick blanket, draping it over her shoulders while Luffy skidded into the room, holding an oversized sweater and pants that were way too big for her.

"These were the only ones I could find!" Luffy said, panicked.

"It’ll do," Sabo said quickly. "Ace, turn around."

"What? Why me?" I protested.

Sabo rolled his eyes. "Because I don’t trust Luffy to keep his eyes shut, and Y/N can’t change on her own right now. So turn."

I grumbled under my breath but did as he said, turning my back to them. Behind me, I heard Sabo helping Y/N out of her soaked clothes, her teeth still chattering as he wrapped her in dry fabric.

"There," Sabo said. "That should help."

I turned around cautiously, only to find Y/N looking even smaller in the oversized clothes. Her face was still pale, but at least she had stopped shaking so violently.

"You feeling any better?" I asked, sitting cross-legged in front of her.

She blinked at me, her eyelids heavy. "M-maybe… I-if y-you… s-stopped… t-talking…" she muttered sleepily.

I snorted. "Real funny."

Dadan stormed into the room, her face red with fury. "What the hell happened here?!" she yelled, looking between the three of us like we were the ones who set the house on fire. "Did you brats bother her?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything, Y/N beat me to it. She propped herself up with shaky arms, her voice still weak but firm. "Actually..." she started, her eyes darting nervously between me, Luffy, and Sabo. "I threw up and it got on my clothes, so Ace, Luffy, and Sabo went to grab me extra ones. The water was to try and clean up the throw up. I’m sorry, Dadan."

We all froze, staring at her in shock.

"She covered for us?" I thought, my brain catching up to what had just happened. It wasn’t like Y/N to lie, or at least not in a way that would protect us.

Dadan blinked a couple of times, trying to process the explanation. Then her face softened, just slightly, though she was still upset. "Tch," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "You better not get any more puke on my damn floor. And you—" She pointed at me. "You better make sure she’s taken care of properly."

"Right," I said quickly, trying to play it off, though my heart was still racing. It didn’t make sense. Why had she gone out of her way to protect us like that?

Luffy smiled sheepishly. "We didn’t mean to make it worse, Dadan. We just wanted to help!"

Sabo, who’d been quiet for a moment, shot me a look. "You owe her one," he muttered under his breath, then turned back to Dadan with his usual grin. "We’ll take care of it, don’t worry."

Dadan eyed us for a few more seconds before finally shaking her head. "You better, or I’ll make you regret it." She huffed, walking out of the room but glancing over her shoulder. "And you—" she said to Y/N, softening a little, "—get some rest, alright? Don't go making any more trouble for these idiots."

As soon as the door slammed behind her, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in the room faded, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/N had done something she didn’t need to.

"Why did you lie for us?" I asked, my voice low, unable to hide the curiosity and something else… maybe a little gratitude, though I wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

Y/N glanced at me, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. She shrugged weakly. "Because," she said quietly, "it’s not like you guys meant to make it worse. You were trying to help."

I nodded slowly, not entirely sure how to respond. She had this way of making everything feel… lighter, even when things were messy. Even when we didn’t deserve it.

Sabo leaned back, smirking. "You really do have a soft spot for these guys, huh?"

Y/N didn’t answer, just let out a sigh and leaned back against the pillow, closing her eyes. "Just get me some more water, alright?"

I stood there for a second, staring at her, feeling something strange twist in my chest. It wasn’t anything I was used to feeling, but maybe I didn’t need to figure it out just yet. For now, all I cared about was making sure she was okay.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, turning to grab the water. "But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time, alright?"

She didn’t respond, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile. That was enough for me.

That night, as the others slept, I couldn’t find peace. Luffy was snoring softly, Sabo was curled up on the floor, and Dadan was sprawled out in her chair, the mountain bandits dozing in their usual spots. The house was quiet, except for the soft sounds of the night, and I couldn’t get rid of the gnawing feeling in my chest.

I glanced around one last time to make sure no one was awake, then slowly made my way to Y/N's side. Her breathing was steady, but there was something about the way she lay there that made my chest tighten. I brushed a strand of hair back from her face, letting my fingers linger for just a moment longer than I should have. She nuzzled into my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and my heart skipped a beat.

Before I could think twice about it, I slipped into the bed beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover both of us. I couldn’t help it—being close to her felt natural, even if it was wrong, even if I was supposed to be annoyed with her.

"You better not pull that stunt again, got it?" I whispered softly, my voice barely audible in the silence of the room. "Nearly scared us."

She stirred a little, her body shifting closer to mine without fully waking. My breath caught as she unconsciously sought warmth, her soft breath against my chest.

I couldn’t stop myself from continuing, my words quieter this time, almost a confession. "We were all worried about you, you know?" I said, almost as if it were some kind of secret I wasn’t supposed to admit.

Her response came in the form of a small hum, a sound so soft and peaceful that I didn’t want to move, afraid I might break the fragile moment between us. She was asleep, unaware of the way I was sitting there, heart pounding for reasons I couldn’t name. But it didn’t matter now, not when she looked so calm, so safe beside me.

I closed my eyes, letting myself relax for a moment, just content with being close to her. It wasn’t something I was used to—being this vulnerable, this close to someone—but with her, it felt like I didn’t need to hide it.

"Just don’t scare me again," I muttered, my words a soft promise to myself as much as to her.

Years passed, and we all started to change. Some changes were hard to accept, especially Sabo's death. It hit all of us like a freight train, but we refused to let it be in vain. We took his dreams, carried them forward, and made sure to honor his memory with every step we took. But it wasn't easy. The pain of losing him still lingered in the back of my mind, like an ache that never truly went away.

I was just one month shy of turning 17, the age I’d set for myself to start my own adventure as a pirate. Y/N and Luffy still needed some more time—Y/N was a little different now, and Luffy, well, Luffy was always Luffy. He was determined to make his dreams come true, and nothing was going to get in his way.

But for me? Things were different. I wasn’t that cocky, scrawny kid anymore. I’d grown into my body, the muscles I’d built over the years were now on full display. I always wore my shirt open, showing off my abs, my cargo shorts, and boots. My blade was always strapped to my side, a constant reminder that I was ready for anything. And my hat—my signature hat—never left my head. It was part of me now, just like my crew.

Y/N, on the other hand, had started to look different too. She wasn’t the same girl I used to tease. She’d grown up, and her style had definitely changed. Gone were the baggy pants and oversized shirts. Now, she wore skirts—shorter ones, the kind that made her legs look longer and more toned. She wore boots instead of sneakers, and her shirts were tighter, clinging to her figure. I couldn’t help but notice the way one button of her shirt would slip open, revealing a glimpse of her chest. It was hard to ignore the way she had blossomed into someone else entirely, someone different from the annoying girl I used to pick on.

And yet, despite everything that had changed, I found myself still drawn to her. I wasn’t sure if it was the way she carried herself or the way she’d grown into her own strength. But I couldn’t deny that she was different. And maybe, just maybe, I was beginning to see her in a new light.

But I wasn’t about to admit that. Not yet. 

The day had finally come. It was time to leave—time to start my own journey, time to become the pirate I always knew I was meant to be. My heart was racing, but I kept it together. This was what I had been working for, what I had been preparing for all these years. As I grabbed my boat and pushed it out into the sea, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of finality. This was it. I was finally taking the leap.

Luffy, of course, couldn’t keep his excitement contained. "Bye, Ace!" he yelled, waving his arms like a madman. His voice was as loud and enthusiastic as ever, and it almost made me smile. But I couldn’t let myself get soft now.

"Bye, Luffy!" I called back, my voice steady, though a part of me was already missing the idiot. "I’ll see you soon!" I yelled, even though I wasn’t entirely sure when that “soon” would be.

And then, there was Y/N. She stood on the shore, a smirk on her face, her hair now cut shorter and framing her face in a way that made her look... different. There was something in her eyes—a hint of mischief, maybe a little sadness, but also pride. I wasn’t sure, but the look she gave me stayed with me long after I pushed my boat further into the water.

She waved at me, and I caught the subtle wave of her hand, the same stubborn, confident look in her eyes that had always been there, even when she was younger. And for the first time, I realized that even though I was leaving, we were all heading out on our own paths, but somehow... we’d always find our way back to each other.

I could feel the tug of something deeper inside me, but I shook it off. I was a pirate now. I had my own crew to find, my own adventures waiting for me. Y/N and Luffy were on their way to their own destinies.

I could only hope that our paths would cross again, when the time was right. And as I sailed away, I stole one last look at her. She stood there, her figure growing smaller in the distance, but I could still see her smirk.

Yeah, we'd meet again. I was sure of it.

The months had flown by, and here I was—gathering my crew, the Spade Pirates, and making a name for myself, just like I always planned. We were causing chaos and leaving our mark wherever we went, but there was still something about seeing my name out there that felt surreal. I wasn’t just some kid anymore; I was a pirate captain, and my crew respected me for it.

We had docked on a nearby island after another successful raid, and the crew was celebrating, their voices loud as they cheered and clinked their mugs. "Cheers to Captain Ace!" Skull yelled, his voice booming over the others. "Cheers!" everyone echoed, raising their cups, the alcohol flowing freely, filling the air with laughter.

I leaned back in my chair, the weight of my position still settling in, but before I could enjoy the moment, the familiar sound of the news coo fluttering down caught my attention. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, expecting the usual gossip or updates on other pirates. But when the paper landed in front of me, I froze. My drink slipped from my hand and splashed across the floor.

The headline read: New pirate crew formed: Phoenix Pirates and their captain Y/N, began to cause havoc.

The words blurred for a moment as I stared at the page. "She's 17 now?!" I whispered, my chest tightening. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

Mihar, always the one to comment on anything and everything, whistled and raised an eyebrow. "Damn, she is a beauty," he said, his gaze scanning the picture of her. "The news coo really did their number on her, that’s for sure."

I clenched my fist around the edge of the table. "Cocky bastard," I muttered under my breath, staring at Y/N’s name in bold letters. She’d come a long way, no doubt, and as much as it irked me to admit it, I had to respect her for it.

But damn, the sight of her name, her crew... it stirred something in me. Something I couldn’t quite shake.

"Ace, you coming?" Skull called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned against the bar, waiting for my answer.

I glanced up from the paper, still staring at the headline about Y/N. My mind was scattered, but Skull’s voice snapped me back to reality.

"Where to?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.

"Pleasure hall," he said with a grin. "They said some of the finest women are here."

I smirked, leaning back in my chair, trying to push the thoughts of Y/N out of my mind. "And I know our captain knows his way around women," he continued, clearly amused by whatever joke was floating in his head.

I chuckled, standing up and giving him a knowing look. "You’re damn right I do."

But as we made our way out, my mind was still somewhere else. Somewhere I didn’t want it to be—thinking about the name that had popped up in the news coo, wondering how far she’d come, how much of a threat she had become. Despite my usual cocky attitude, a small part of me couldn't help but feel... curious. But tonight was about blowing off steam. I wasn’t going to let my thoughts get in the way of that.

Not yet, anyway.

"How many?" asked the lady at the front desk, her voice sweet but businesslike as she looked up at us.

"Just two," Skull answered, grinning widely as he leaned against the counter.

She handed us a pair of keys, and with a nod, we made our way down the hall. As we walked, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, mixed with the soft clinking of glasses. The scent of perfume and flowers lingered in the atmosphere, adding to the allure of the place.

Then, as we turned a corner, I froze. A woman with long, flowing hair caught my attention. She was walking toward us, and for a moment, I couldn’t place her. Something about her looked familiar—those eyes, that stance, but I couldn’t pin it.

I took a few steps closer, my heart skipping for reasons I couldn’t quite explain. Her gaze met mine, and there was a moment, just a flicker of recognition, before she continued on her way, a confident smile on her lips.

I glanced at Skull, who was already moving ahead, too busy to notice. I shook it off, following him toward one of the rooms. The women flooded the area, but my mind kept drifting back to the mysterious woman.

No. Focus, Ace, I thought, forcing my attention back to the present. There was no time for distractions tonight. I kicked my feet as drinks were already in our rooms.

"Hot damn, they're giving us VIP treatment," Skull said, popping a bottle and pouring some into glass cups.

"Cheers, Captain," Skull added, raising his glass, and we both downed the drink, ready to set up for round two.

Just then, the woman from before stepped in, locking the door behind her.

"Ohh, it's one of those pleasure halls. I'm loving this!" Skull exclaimed, drinking more, completely oblivious to what was about to unfold.

"You really are dense," said the woman, her voice sharp and knowing.

She slowly removed her wig, letting her blonde hair cascade down, and then untied a scrunchy, letting her hair fall freely. My breath hitched as I recognized her—those eyes, that smirk. It was her.

She removed her coat, revealing a gun strapped to her waist, a short skirt, and a cropped top. The woman who I thought was just some random beauty turned out to be... Y/N.

"My fire fist Ace, in the flesh," she said, smirking as she approached. "Then again, it's been a few months since you left on your pirate adventures."

I stood frozen for a moment, shock flooding me. My mind raced as I processed what was happening. What was she doing here? And why did she look like that?

"Y/N?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Surprised to see me, huh? I bet you didn't expect this."

Skull was still drinking, completely unaware of the tension that had suddenly filled the room. I could feel the weight of her presence, the pull between us that had never really gone away, even after all this time.

But I was a pirate now. She was a pirate too. And that meant everything had changed.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and despite the chaos around me, my mind was racing. I couldn’t deny it—the pull I felt toward her had only grown stronger.

"Cat got your tongue, Ace?" Y/N teased, her voice low and full of that familiar playful arrogance.

I was silent for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Skull, ever the curious one, finally caught on to the shift in the air. "You two know each other? Captain, you know the captain of the Phoenix Pirates?" he asked, his voice full of surprise.

Y/N shot a smirk at me, her gaze never leaving my face. "Oh, we have history together," she said, the words laced with something unreadable. "But not the kind of history of scorned lovers, no no. Ace and I grew up with each other."

Skull raised an eyebrow. "You know this babe?!" he asked, clearly enjoying the surprise and the tension that seemed to be building between us.

I couldn't find the right words to explain it. Y/N had always been a mystery to me, and now, standing before me as a pirate, she was even more so. But there was no denying the truth—this was no coincidence. She and I were always meant to cross paths again, whether I liked it or not.

Oh, he knows me alright," Y/N said, her voice smooth and dripping with an almost playful edge. "So tell me, Fire Fist, how's life been treating you?"

She walked over to the cart of drinks, her movements confident, almost like she owned the place. I couldn't help but watch her every step, the way her hips swayed with every stride. I knew better than to get distracted, but it was hard not to. The woman standing before me wasn't the same girl I remembered—she was something different, something more dangerous, and that realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

I leaned back against the sofa, crossing my arms as I watched her pour herself a drink, the sound of the liquid filling the glass echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

"Life's been treating me just fine," I said, trying to sound casual, but there was a tightness in my chest I couldn't ignore. "You know, living the pirate dream, making a name for myself... nothing too special."

Y/N took a sip of her drink, her gaze never leaving mine. She was studying me, probably trying to figure out if I was still the same person she used to know—or if I had changed just as much as she had.

"And you? What's it like being the captain of the Phoenix Pirates?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of curiosity despite myself.

She smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. "Oh, it's been a hell of a ride, Ace. But, you know, no big deal." She walked back over to me, her every step deliberate. "Just like you, I'm out here making my mark on the world."

Her words were cocky, but I could hear the pride in her tone, the same kind of pride I had for my own crew. There was no mistaking it: Y/N had come a long way, and she was no longer the girl I used to tease.

"Is that so?" I muttered, my gaze narrowing slightly. "Guess we're both making waves then."

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us like an invisible thread. There was so much I wanted to say, so many questions I had, but I couldn’t seem to find the right words. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know the answers.

Skull, thankfully, broke the tension, taking another swig from his drink. "This is a hell of a reunion, huh?" he said, grinning like an idiot.

I shot him a glance, then turned my attention back to Y/N. She was smirking again, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, it’s just getting started," she said, her voice low and teasing.

My pulse quickened, and I had a feeling the night was only going to get more complicated from here.

"I also heard through the many grapevines the New World has to offer that you’re a magnet when it comes to the ladies." Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement.

I choked on my drink, sputtering a bit as I tried to recover from her unexpected words. “What?” I coughed, wiping my mouth.

Y/N leaned against the wall, her smirk widening. “I remember how much you used to tease me and pick on me, got me to swing at you a couple of times, even pushed you around. Now I’m finding out you’re a lady’s man?” She chuckled, taking a slow sip from her drink. "Brandy, fitting for the evening," she added with a raised eyebrow.

I wiped my face, trying to regain my composure. "I’m not—" I started, but my voice faltered as I glanced at Skull, who was still grinning like an idiot. I turned my attention back to Y/N, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Ace, you didn’t tell me this babe was something out of a novel,” Skull whispered to me, leaning in with wide eyes.

I shot Skull a glare, but it was half-hearted. My brain was still processing everything: the way Y/N looked now, the way she was teasing me like it was nothing, and how it all felt so... different. "You’re not wrong about that," I muttered, trying to sound confident, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was walking a tightrope.

Y/N smiled knowingly, setting her glass down with a soft clink. "I’m just messing with you, Ace. But seriously, I didn't expect you to be so... charming." She took another sip, her gaze never leaving mine.

I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "I’ve got my ways."

“Yeah, I can see that,” she replied, giving me a pointed look before turning her attention back to Skull. "Now, how about you? You’re not bad looking yourself. You come around often?"

Skull blinked in surprise, then grinned like a fool. "Uh, yeah, I mean, I do, but... well, I don’t usually get this kind of treatment."

"Guess you're in for a wild night then," she said with a wink, and I couldn't help but feel a weird mix of annoyance and something else stir in me. Y/N was still the same teasing, unpredictable woman I used to know... but now she was so much more. "You really are something out of a novel, captain of the Phoenix Pirates, making big waves," Skull said with a grin, his admiration clearly evident.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, sipping from her drink. "But I do appreciate a good compliment every once in a while."

I couldn’t help it. "When did you dye your hair?" I blurted out, genuinely curious.

Y/N looked at me for a moment before answering, the edge of a smirk still playing on her lips. "By the time you left, Makino came by. I asked her if she had any hair dye. Figured since my father’s an admiral now, he’d recognize his daughter had become a pirate, so the blonde was what really sealed that deal." She leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing with a touch of bitterness. "Word says he's too annoyed that I’ve become a pirate—again, could care less."

Her tone shifted again as she spoke about her father, and it hit me harder this time. It wasn’t just bitterness; it was something deeper, like a long-held resentment she hadn’t fully voiced until now. "Never really could stand the idea of his twisted version of justice, or the World Government, to be exact. Ironic, isn’t it?" she said, her words laced with frustration. She took another slow sip of her brandy, her gaze unwavering as she looked at me.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, she smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Are you guys enjoying the pleasure hall, or are you bored of the girls already?" she quipped, her voice dripping with mischief.

Skull, still completely oblivious to the tension in the room, chuckled and took another drink. "You kidding? This place is paradise!" he laughed, his voice a little too loud.

But I didn’t share his enthusiasm. My mind was elsewhere—on her words, on her tone, on the way she was handling everything. Y/N's laugh rang through the room, teasing and confident. "Glad to hear. Would you like a private viewing of the girls, Skull?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "Or would you rather see a show right now?"

Skull, clearly enjoying the attention, laughed louder. "A show right now? Now you're speaking my language, sweetheart," he grinned, already too caught up in the moment to notice the underlying tension in the room.

Before I could interject, Y/N dimmed the lights. A soft, rhythmic beat began to fill the room, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. "Damn, now this is exactly what I needed," Skull murmured, his gaze fixed on the stage as the music pulsed around us.

I stayed silent, watching the scene unfold with mixed emotions. Y/N had always been able to control a room, command attention, and it was no different now. Another girl stepped into the room, and Y/N whispered something in her ear as she made her way toward Skull. Her movements were fluid, purposeful, as she danced provocatively around him.

Skull was loving it, leaning back and letting out a low whistle. He couldn't stop smiling, oblivious to the fact that Y/N's game was something more complex than just entertaining him.

As the girl danced, Y/N moved closer to me, watching Skull, her expression unreadable. The energy between us felt different now—more tense, like we were both waiting for something to happen, but neither of us knew what that something was.

I watched as Y/N’s gaze flickered between the girl performing and me. "You’re just gonna sit there and watch, Ace?" she teased, her voice a low murmur.

The music pulsed around us, setting a heavy, almost intoxicating rhythm in the air. As Y/N made her way to my lap, I felt every ounce of control slipping away, though I tried my hardest to keep it together. The lyrics filled the room, each word adding weight to the tension between us.

“With a taste… A taste gets me in places,” the lyrics seemed to echo in my mind, a subtle invitation. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the music, its beat pulling me deeper into the moment, the rhythm blurring my thoughts.

“With a taste, I’m chasin’, I can’t erase it,” the song whispered, and for a moment, I almost let myself get lost in it. But the presence of Y/N, so close, on my lap, made it hard to breathe. Her movements were slow, purposeful, as though she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on me.

I tried to look away, but she was relentless. The lyrics seemed to mirror what was happening between us—“Taste me, boy, and I’ll taste you.” I felt her body shift against mine, and my heartbeat raced. She was a fire I couldn’t control, and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to.

“That’s the way I feel when I’m slippin' under,” the music continued, and I couldn’t escape the sense that I was falling deeper into whatever game she was playing.

The heat between us grew, as if the music itself was pulling us closer. “With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride…” It felt like I was spiraling out of control, my thoughts fragmented. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to hold onto the edge of this chaos.

But just as quickly as I got caught in the pull, I forced myself to focus. “You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under,” the lyrics seemed almost like a warning, but I didn’t want to hear it. Not now. Not with her so close.

“I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?” Her words were no longer just part of the song. They felt like they were directed at me, pulling me deeper into this dangerous, tangled mess we’d always been.

I swallowed hard, not sure if I could stand this tension much longer. But all I could do was sit there, caught between the music, her presence, and the pulse of the night.

I could barely keep up with the pounding rhythm of my heart as the next part of the song kicked in. The words "Drippin' down my lips, I'm tryna throw my little hips on you" reverberated in my chest, every beat syncing with the chaos she was stirring inside me.

Y/N rolled her hips, the movement slow and deliberate, like she was driving me mad with each sway. Her body was an intoxicating temptation, and I couldn’t pull my gaze away. "I'm feenin' for a kiss..." the song went on, and the lyrics mirrored my thoughts exactly. Every inch of me screamed for that connection, that kiss. The heat between us was unbearable.

She grabbed my face with her hand, forcing my lips into a pucker, a sharp tug on my senses. I could feel the tension in my body as my hands dug into the sofa, trying to ground myself before I lost control completely. The way she touched me—like she knew exactly what she was doing—made everything else fade away.

Then, just as fast as she’d pulled me in, she tossed my hat aside, and the moment was gone. She released my face, and the longing that had been building up inside me left me breathless.

Before I could gather my thoughts, she spun around, her back now pressed to my chest as she danced away. I could feel her warmth, her energy, vibrating through the space between us, teasing me with every move.

I wanted to reach out, to pull her back to me, but something about the way she moved, the way she controlled the room, made it impossible to do anything but watch. My heart was racing now, the pulse quickening, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t quiet.

As the final chorus of the song blasted through the room, the music seemed to take on a life of its own, pulling me deeper into the chaos she was creating. Y/N’s movements were fluid, like water, every inch of her body moving in perfect sync with the beat, each sway pulling me in closer. "When the hell did she learn this?" I thought, my mind racing, trying to keep up with the overwhelming desire flooding my senses.

The words of the song echoed in my head as she danced—With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride... It felt like the world was spinning around me, and I was caught in the middle of it, helpless to resist. Her back pressed to my chest, her hips moving with hypnotic precision, and I couldn’t escape the heat that was building between us.

“You're toxic, I'm slippin’ under…” I could feel it—my control slipping away, piece by piece, as her body moved against mine. The words felt like they were written just for this moment, for the way she was slowly breaking down every barrier I had.

“Taste of a poison paradise…” The irony wasn’t lost on me. This—this moment, this woman—was a dangerous paradise, and I was willingly walking right into it.

“I'm addicted to you, don’t you know that you're toxic?” It was true. I was addicted. Every touch, every glance, every movement she made pulled me in deeper.

But just like the song said, I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to stop.

As the song ended, the lingering heat in the room slowly began to fade, but the tension was still thick, hanging in the air. Y/N stood up, her movements smooth and deliberate, as if she were still in control of the situation—something she had always been so good at.

She gave a quick glance to the girl who had been with Skull, flashing her a small but appreciative smile. "Thanks for the show," she said, her voice calm and playful, the tone of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

The girl, still dazed from the attention, gave a half-hearted nod and a smile in return before stepping back, obviously content with the situation.

Skull, still sitting there, grinned, looking a bit too pleased with himself for my liking. "That was a hell of a show, babe," he said, giving Y/N an approving look.

Y/N smirked, walking toward me now, her gaze lingering on me just a little longer than necessary, as if waiting for my reaction. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, the playful glint in her eyes never leaving.

My pulse was still racing, my mind struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened. But somehow, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her. "I'm just trying to figure out how you got so... damn good at this," I muttered, my voice rough.

Y/N chuckled, twirling a strand of her newly blonde hair between her fingers. "A lot can change in a few months, Ace," she replied with a shrug, her confidence unshaken. "You should know that by now."

[nightcolorz]

Ryan, Armand is an ancient vampire. He's the strongest vampire in the show so far. He put the whole coven to sleep with a flick of his wrist. The show EXPLICITLY framed Armand as the one who orchestrated the trial. I didn't know you were delusional holy shit.

oh my god, don’t address me by my name, I don’t know u, u absolute freak 💀. If I can’t see ur profile picture u can’t call me by my government name, general rule. If u wanna be intimate with me like that get off anon, jeez Louise. I was so caught off guard by that I couldn’t even register the rest of ur point.

anyways I’ve talked about this b4 actually! It’s extremely unclear so far in the show verse how much of a role Armand had in the trial. The only thing we know is that he let it happen, he didn’t save Louis on purpose/was planning to let him die, but he stayed in a cage, even tho he wasn’t a prisoner, per his choice. We also know, based on the timeline, that Armand was banished from the coven, and eventually decided to help with the trial, bcus he wanted to be accepted back into it. He wasn’t a mastermind from the beginning always planning to have the trial happened, that so far is not the story, but he did take control at some point. He definitely consented to it/allowed it to happen. He absolutely could have stopped it if he wanted to, that’s inarguable.

When I said in the post I assume u are addressing that Armand participated in the trial as a logistic, fawn response move bcus he felt it was the safest option since he was threatened, I said that bcus he says that in the show, multiple times. He could be lying, he could just be a completely evil villain who does everything cuz he’s crazy and doesn’t give a shit and actually doesn’t act at all from a place of perceived logic and self preservation. Maybe ur right and they are writing Armand as a one dimensional evil mastermind who doesn’t have any of the depth they have been writing him with and just lies to kill people for fun.

But personally, I think it makes more sense in context of the story and the characters, and it makes textual sense considering everything that has been told to us, that Armand chose to go along with the trial bcus he values his coven since it offers him protection (that he logically doesn’t need, bcus he’s extremely powerful, but Armand has a victim mindset that drives all of his choices) over louis, who he considers unreliable, and Madeline + Claudia, who he doesn’t care about. It’s completely unfounded in show canon that Armand is acting out of pure desire to see louis and Claudia dead, since he would have just killed louis and not stayed with him for 77 years after that, if that were the case, which was my entire point. Armand doesn’t act out of a place of hatred or pure evil, he’s doing what he genuinely believes will keep him “safe” even tho he’s the most powerful person in the room, he makes decisions as if he’s in vulnerable danger. He never logically is, but he doesn’t realize that. Did u know! That this is what ptsd does? How crazy, that someone with insane trauma would act out in a fear mindset, even tho they are in no actual danger. So crazy guys. Anyways, I guess I am delusional, holy shit. When u actually pay attention to the motivations and internal logic of characters, u can come off as pretty crazy! Thanks for the ask tho.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

birthday countdown 2024, day 4: coma fic snippet

the birthday countdown is switching fandoms today! (yes, shocking, but i do sometimes write about characters who aren’t anime clown pirates. 🤡) 911 friends, today i have for you a buck pov snippet that is probably not going to end up in the final draft of this fic because the story’s gonna work better with a limited pov, which i am calling the coma fic for misleading reasons the time being:

“So, uh.  You guys have all known Tommy a long time, right?” “Oh, sure.”  Chimney takes a large bite out of his sandwich and says, “He was at the 118 before I was, if only by a year or so.” “S-so, then.  You’d know if…” Buck’s throat tries to close up on him.  He takes a deep breath, presses his hands flat against the table to stop them trembling—why is this so hard?—and says, “If he was… uh. Into guys?” Chewing around the table slows, then stops.  Eddie’s staring a hole in the side of Buck’s head.  Hen and Chim share a look. Buck swallows thickly, his ears hot.  Why are his ears hot?  It’s a perfectly normal question!

(800 words below the cut)

“So, uh.  You guys have all known Tommy a long time, right?”

“Oh, sure.”  Chimney takes a large bite out of his sandwich and says, “He was at the 118 before I was, if only by a year or so.”

“S-so, then.  You’d know if…” Buck’s throat tries to close up on him.  He takes a deep breath, presses his hands flat against the table to stop them trembling—why is this so hard?—and says, “If he was… uh. Into guys?”

Chewing around the table slows, then stops.  Eddie’s staring a hole in the side of Buck’s head.  Hen and Chim share a look.

Buck swallows thickly, his ears hot.  Why are his ears hot?  It’s a perfectly normal question!

Bobby sets his sandwich down.  “That’s an interesting question, Buck,” he says thoughtfully, setting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together.  “Though as it happens, it’s one I don’t think I have an answer for.  You know, you can know a person a long time—not that I knew Tommy very long—without knowing too much about them.  You remember how… withholding I was, when you first joined us?” Buck nods; he remembers all too well.  “I saw Tommy as something of a kindred figure in that way, keeping a large portion of himself to himself.”  He turns to look at Chim and Hen.  “Did you have that impression, Hen?  Chimney?”

Hen is busy on her phone.

Chimney nods.  “When I first joined, yeah.  Turned out they’d lost a couple guys that year, people Tommy had been close with.  Guess he didn’t want to get to like another new guy just to lose him.  Once I proved that I knew what I was doing—and saved his life in the process—he opened up to me a bit.  With all the captains we ran through before you came along, he might’ve reverted to old ways.”

Bobby makes an understanding sound, nodding.

“As far as people Tommy’s into goes, I never met anyone Tommy was dating while he was at the 118.  He told us more than once that he preferred staying single. I don’t know if he still feels that way,” Chimney says with a shrug, returning to his sandwich.  “Tommy’s a pretty private guy.  Friendly, but private.”

Buck sighs.  This is not helpful.

“So, uh… why do you ask, Buckaroo?”

“Uh.”  Unhelpful and opening a can of worms Buck doesn’t know if he even wants to crack open, not if Tommy isn’t—

“He is,” Hen says, still typing away on her phone.

“Huh?”

“Tommy?  Yeah, he’s gay,” she says, eyebrows going up and a smile crossing her face as a new text alert chimes on her phone.

Heat flares up in Buck’s face.  “Did—did you text him just now and ask?”  God.  If he’d wanted to die of embarrassment that badly, he would’ve just asked Tommy himself.

Hen sets her phone down to give Buck a look.  “No, I already knew.  I texted to ask him if it was okay to tell you.  He’s out, but it’s not exactly common knowledge.”  She gestures at the mildly surprised looks on both Bobby and Eddie’s faces.  Picking up her sandwich, she adds, “And for the record, he was very okay with me telling you.”

“I—yeah?” Buck needs to control his face better, he really does, but.  Very okay?

“Oh yeah,” Hen says with a warm smile.  “‘Hey, Beck’s asking if you’re into guys, okay to disclose?’” she says, reading her text aloud. “Before I could correct the typo, he texted back, ‘Sure.’  I sent, ‘*Buck,’ and he replied, ‘Evan??’” Hen waggles her eyebrows at Buck. “With two question marks.  And then: ‘Absolutely, please do.’”

“Absolutely?” Eddie says, visibly amused.

“Absolutely,” Buck breathes.

“Guess you got your answer, then,” Bobby says, smiling fondly at Buck.  Buck nods, feeling a little sheepish.  “Is there… maybe something you want to tell us, Buck?”

Buck licks his lips, nervous for—clearly—no reason.  They all know now, basically… it’s just a matter of saying it.  His phone buzzes, and he takes the opportunity to put that off.

It’s a text from Tommy.

Hey, when’s your shift over?  Hen just texted me, and I think maybe we should talk?

Buck feels himself smiling, and knows—he knows—he’s not fooling anybody when he says, “Ah… let me get back to you on that, Cap?”  But he wants to be sure.  It feels real, it feels right, but he won’t know for sure until Tommy’s there in front of him.

Bobby nods, expression unchanged.  “Whenever you’re ready, Buck.”

[iateyourparents]

hii I love your work 🙈🙈 can you do one with colby where the reader is a medium and the place is like really active?

medium | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!medium!reader

summary: you’re a guest in sam and colby’s video.

warnings: use of y/n, the place they are exploring is totally made up by me, bad writing and grammar(sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: thank you so much for this idea, i hope you’ll like it <3

“What’s up guys! It’s Sam and Colby!” Colby started video “Today we will be exploring this house” he pointed camera at the big white house behind him.

“It’s Mallory’s house.” Sam added ”The place where Mallory watched her family being murdered and then died there herself because of starvation.” he explained “People says she and her family to this day are there. Also, there’s a rumor that Mallory is waiting for the killer to come back to take her revenge. But we’ll tell you about it later!” he clapped his hands.

“But we’re not alone here.” Colby said and waved at you so you stood between them „For the first time ever, my girlfriend y/n will be investigating with us!”

“And it’s even more exciting because she is a medium.” sam moved his eyebrows suggestively and you laughed quietly “Y/n how are you feeling about it?”

“Excited, that will be the first time ever I will actually try to use my ‚gift’ intentionally.” you smiled at camera “I guess it won’t be hard since I already can feel this house.”

“Oh what do you feel?” Colby asked curiously.

“There is certainly something. I can’t really say yet if it’s good or how it feels about us being here but it’s not threatening.” you explained “I think it’s curious what we will do.”

“Good to know.” Sam smiled at you and then smiled mischievously at the camera and then at Colby “I have some surprise for you Colby.” he stated “When I was doing research I found some rumor that I didn’t tell you about.”

“What’s going on?” Colby already could tell he probably won’t like this.

“So like I said, there’s this rumor that, like you know, Mallory is waiting for her family’s killer to come back to have her revenge, but there’s also this thing that apparently she’s targeting mans that are similar to the killer.” he explained “And guess what? You have brown hair, blue eyes and you’re tall and pale, just like Many!” he cheered and you laughed while Colby sighed with resignation.

“Great” he said ironically „Let’s go, we can’t keep Mallory waiting to hurt me.”

“Don’t worry, I will save you.” you joked and he smiled softly at you and kissed your cheek.

“I feel safer now.”

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After your guide left you alone in the house you started to feel stronger emotions.

“I’m not sure why but now I feel everything stronger. It’s like guide was calming them.” you explained to the camera.

“They already were familiar with guide so maybe he made Mallory feel safer and now, without him here, she keeps her guard up.” Sam offered and you agreed that it was possible.

„So y/n, what do you feel, can you see something?” Colby pointed camera at you again.

„Yeah, I feel that here are few people but I can only see one. It’s a little girl standing next to the staircase. She’s observing us but she’s nice one.” you assured them „ I think it’s Mallory’s sister, Naya?”

You could see the little girl nodding and you smiled softly at her.

„Yes, it’s her.” you said „I have no idea who is it but there’s one spirit that is the strongest and definitely isn’t the nicest. Not bad or threatening but also isn’t inviting.” you stated „I can feel strong emotions like sadness and nostalgy. I think they might be trapped here.”

„That’s interesting.” Sam looked impressed „So only Naya is with us in the room?”

„No, there’s at least two more spirits but only Naya let me see her.”

„Okay, so I think we can start with a spirit box.” Colby offered.

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You were going from room to room and now you had only two more rooms left.

Mallory’s bedroom and playroom where Mallory was left by a murderer to die from starvation.

You were about to come into her bedroom when you started feeling weird.

„I feel uncomfortable.” you said and boys said they also felt like that „I don’t think she likes us very much.”

„So Mallory is in her room?” Colby asked and finally you all went into the said room.

„Yeah, I think she was here the whole time because I felt her before but only now I feel her presence so much.” you said.

„Okay, let’s start.” Sam pointed camera at himself and started talking „Hey Mallory, we’re sorry if you don’t like us but we’re coming in peace. We only want to share your story with the world. We don’t want to mess with you or disrespect you.”

You all heard knocks.

„Thank you for listening to us.” Colby said „We will use this box, it’s called spirit box and you can talk to it and it will communicate it to us.”

„I’m not sure what’s going on but I just started to feel really weird.” you stated and Sam pointed the camera at you „I feel uneasy, like something is about to happen. I think she doesn’t like the spirit box.”

„Oh, we are sorry Mallory, but we promise it won’t do anything to you, it only will help us to communicate with you.” Sam explained.

Colby turned on the spirit box and it immediately said „hurt”.

„Killer hurt you?” Sam asked and box said yes after a moment.

„Do you want a revenge on Many?” Sam asked and immediately after he said killer’s name you all could hear thud, like someone punched the wall.

Boys continued to ask questions but you keep quietly trying to breathe evenly. The feeling of uneasiness only got stronger and you felt as you were choked. Suddenly it stopped but the uncomfortable feeling stayed.

Your intuition was alarming you and you looked ay Colby. You could feel something you couldn’t name.

Your head started to pound and you felt need to sit down. You sat down on the floor and boys looked at you with concern.

„What happened?” Colby stood next you „You okay?”

„Yeah, I just felt like I need to sit down or I will fall.” you explained „My head hurts.”

„Do you want us to do a break? We can go outside for a moment.” Colby offered and wanted to help you up but you only waved him off.

„No, I’m okay. It’s getting better. We can continue but I need to sit for a moment, I don’t trust my legs right now.” you laughed and boys nodded but you could see they were keeping careful eye on you. They went back to asking questions.

You actually started to feel better but you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that something was about to happen.

„Guys.” you said alarmed after a moment when you felt something „We should go to the other room. She doesn’t want us here.” just as you said it, the spirit box said „yes” and „get out”.

„Alright, lets go to the playroom.”

You changed rooms and started investigating. You still felt uncomfortable and your headache was coming back even harder but you said nothing not wanting to interrupt their conversation with Naya.

Suddenly Colby hissed „Fuck, something scratched me!” he explained and lifted his shirt showing two red lines running down his stomach.

You looked at him concerned but before you could ask if he’s okay your vision started to get blurry and you lost balance and if Colby wasn’t next you you would fall.

„Hey, hey, you with us?” you could hear concern in Sam’s voice while Colby carefully sat with you on the floor.

„Yeah, I just felt this uneasiness and headache when suddenly my vision became blurry and I couldn’t keep my balance.” you explained, blinking to make your vision clearer.

Then you felt something new and somehow you knew what that meant.

„Something is trying to target Colby.” you said and boys looked surprised „I think it’s Mallory. Sam, you said she’s targeting people having similarities with the killer?”

„Yes.” Sam confirmed while looking with concern at Colby.

„I’m not sure how but I think I already knew she was targeting him and I unconsciously was trying to shield him somehow but when she scratched him it also affected me.”

„Shield me?” Colby asked with confusion.

„I can’t explain this but when I see or feel a spirit I have some control over him. It’s like authority thing. It knows I know they are there so they aren’t sure about me. She must feel I care about you and it was harder for her to attack you but she tried.” you said and boys looked impressed.

„Amanda said something similar last time.” Sam said „Spirits doesn’t like mediums because they are afraid of their abilities. It must affect them somehow.”

„Yeah” you nodded.

„Are you feeling okay now? Do you want to stop, take a break?” Colby looked at you concerned but you denied.

„I’ll be okay but we should work faster and get out of here. Mallory doesn’t like us and I think she’s trying to hurt you.” you said, last part mainly to Colby who just nodded but didn’t stood up from where he was holding you behind you.

Sam understood what Colby wanted to do and also sat on the floor.

„We will continue investigating sitting in case y/n feel worse.” Sam informed viewers and you felt grateful.

„Mallory, what y/n said was true?” Colby asked „Do you want to hurt me but she’s stopping you?” you could hear a thud in answer. It was loud and very close to you three. „Is it because I remind you of Many?” again thud, this time even louder.

„We are sorry that Colby reminds you ab…” something interrupted Sam’s. And by something you meant a weird scratching sound that was dangerously close to Colby’s back.

„What the hell?” Colby looked at the floor behind him but there was nothing, then he suddenly yelped and his head leaned back, then he said „Something just…like pulled me by hair.”

„What the hell?” you narrowed your eyebrows and looked around the room „Mallory is angry.”

„Should we go?” Sam looked at you but before you could say anything doors to the playroom closed themselves „What the fuck.”

„I think she doesn’t want us to leave just yet.” Colby furrowed his brows and you heard knocks.

„Okay, Mallory were you the one who pulled Colby’s hair?” you asked after Sam turned on the spirit box. It immediately confirmed.

You wanted to say something more but you started to feel nauseous and your headache was back. You felt like you couldn’t move or even open your mouth, your vision became blurry and you couldn’t hear anything, just ringing.

And when you were in this state Mallory again attacked Colby, this time making bigger three scratches on his arm.

„Hey, what’s with y/n?” Sam asked concerned after they inspected Colby’s wound. Colby looked at you and immediately tried to shake you off this trance. He succeeded but only after few seconds.

„We should get out” you said panicked. You felt very off and you could feel yourself shaking „I can’t explain it but if we stay here someone’s gonna get hurt badly.” you stated and felt like someone placed their hand on your neck. You reached there and touch was gone but Sam gasped.

„Your neck, it has handprint.” he showed it to the camera and Colby immediately got up and helped you. You started taking your things when there was next thud.

„Mallory and everyone else, you can’t follow us out of the house and you can’t hurt us. You are not allowed to.” Colby said sternly and you all walked out of the house and when Sam reached to close the door after you, they closed themselves.

„Holy shit, I’m not sure if we ever got so much evidence.” Sam sighed and looked at the camera that was still recording „I think it was caught on camera how they closed.”

He stopped recording and you get into the car where boys decided to record outro and then Colby drove to your hotel.

„Are you sure you okay?” Colby asked for the hundred time since you got to your room.

„Yes, Colbs, I’m good.” you kissed his cheek.

„Promise me you will never again try to shield me. Not if it’s gonna affect you like that.” he asked „It pained me to even look at how you looked there, it was like you were about to leave your body. Don’t scare me like that ever again please.” he kissed your forehead and hugged you tighter.

You rolled your eyes, like you could ever let something happen to him if you could stop that.

„Can’t promise you that Colby, I love you too much to let something get to you.” you kissed him.

[ragnarlothcat]

What's rashomon, doesn't ring a bell?

I don't think I talked about this one on tumblr at all! Basically there is an attack on the senate and two people die in Palpatine's office. A Coruscant investigator is sent and they get to interview everyone who was around at the time and piece together their overlapping and occasionally contradictory stories, which is why the document title is Rashomon, like the movie. There's obikin in the background but because it's an outsider POV it's really only hinted at while the silly intrigue takes centre stage.

I sort of abandoned this fic because it was getting too long and technical when my primary motivation is usually to write something funny and/or smutty. But here's the first interview I've written at least!

Testimony of CC-1010, Commander Fox. Recorded by Inspector Kato

“I don’t see why we need the Coruscant Police involved at all. This is Coruscant Guard business, Inspector Kato. I promise we’re plenty qualified to hunt down whoever’s responsible.”

“No one’s questioning your expertise, Commander, but given the assailant was able to make their way deep into the senate and into the chancellor’s personal office, an outside investigation seemed prudent.”

“Are you suggesting one of my men let that rankweed bastard into the senate?”

“Not at all. We’d just like to know exactly what happened. In your own words.”

“I didn’t see the attack myself, you understand. I just hightailed my way up once I heard the commotion. The chancellor has his own personal security usually, the Red Guard. Really, they ought to have been the ones to die for him instead of that poor, helpless secretary boy.”

“A tragedy, yes.”

“But they were nowhere to be found when I showed up there myself, quick as you like. I nearly missed him at first because nothing seemed amiss but when I looked closer I saw the kid lying on the floor right behind his desk, obviously terrified. And obviously dead.

“My first thought was that something must have happened to the chancellor—we’ve been getting some threats after the last failed peace talk—so I rushed deeper into the chambers and saw the destruction. The rooms are huge and everywhere I went it looked like a tornado had blown through. If someone was going to slip in and murder the chancellor, I’d always expected they’d do it quietly, you know? He’s an old man. But I guess this guy wanted to make a statement.

“Well, right away I saw that dead Zabrak on the floor. Nasty-looking fellow, snarling and spiked and all twisted up in crimson and black. I didn’t want to get too close, and there wasn’t any need when the man was obviously dead, but I guess I was pretty intent on him. Usually I’m hard to sneak up on but while I was trying to identify the assailant the chancellor himself appeared right beside me.

“He looked totally unhurt, which is a mercy, and he looked awfully surprised. No wonder: these politicians don’t see much of the galaxy outside their offices and here was the chancellor, staring down a fresh corpse. At that moment I decided the most important thing was getting Chancellor Palpatine clear of the room, in case the Zabrak had any co-conspirators or anything lurking about so I hurried him out."

“Chancellor Palpatine wasn’t in his office during the attack? Where was he?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere else. It’s not my job to babysit him. And it’s as I say, we got out of there in a flash. The chancellor’s never been so cooperative with me before, honestly. I guess the sight of those dead people all over his office floor must have shaken him. I doubt his heart could take much more of it. But he seemed almost anxious to get us away from the scene, like he was afraid I’d mess it up or something. I suppose he’s the one who called you, then?”

“I’m not at liberty to divulge that information. So you didn’t have time to examine the scene in much detail."

"I saw enough. I have a good eye for detail, inspector, and a good memory."

"Do you have any idea how the assailant might have gotten into Chancellor Palpatine’s office?”

“Through the door, probably. Thousands of people come through here a day. Looks to me like the Zabrak came storming in to murder the chancellor, killed the secretary on his way in and then got caught by some Jedi and taken down.”

“Why do you say some Jedi?”

“Whatever killed the Zabrak instantly cauterized his wounds. I don’t know about you, Inspector, but I can’t think of any weapon that does that, other than a lightsaber.”

“Have you seen a lot of lightsaber wounds in the senate?”

“There’s plenty of danger here on Coruscant. As I’m sure you well know, Inspector. Enough that sometimes I think I’d rather be out on the Front. At least there you know who your enemies are. Besides, we clones were engineered for combat, not for clerical work.”

“Just one more thing before you go: we found something unusual just outside the chancellor’s doors. An item of clothing.”

“Dropped by the assailant?”

“I’d think that unlikely. It’s rather impractical and…ornate.”

“Ornate, huh? I guess you could talk to Senator Amidala, from Naboo. She’d probably recognize it if it has any significance to the case. Come to think of it, she had an appointment scheduled with the chancellor today. Maybe she saw something that could help you out.”

"Thank you for your time, Commander Fox."

[alexa-yukiyu]

Chiefs And Brothers( Sabo x gn!Sibling!Reader)

A/N surprise another from the prompt List from @me-writes-prompts. Yall LET ME TELL YOU I COOKED, THREE STAR MICHELIN RIGHT HERE 🫦🫦. Now if I could do the same on that 4-6 page essay I have yet to do that would be wonderful.

Prompt: "We have a meeting in 10 minutes." "What meeting?" "The one to discuss your resignation."

Dividers by @/saradika

“Come in,” he calls, glancing up and smiling at their sibling coming in

“Hey, We have a meeting in 10 minutes.”

“What meeting?” The chief of staff questions, confused; he had not been informed of any meeting, which would be weird considering he was the second command

“The one Discussing your resignation,” They deadpanned

He sighs, a small smile growing on his scarred face.

“You’re still mad,” he states

“I don’t know what you mean.” They retort

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hold in a little chuckle.

“Don’t even,” he says, a smirk curling onto his face as he stands up, walking close to Reader

“I mean, how could you, Sabo? You sent the recruit on a mission; meanwhile, me, your sibling, mind you, have been stuck here for a month!”

“The recruit needed some experience,” he said smiling softly

“While you need experience in patience,” he quips

They sputter a scoff

“I am patient enough. I have dealt with you Ace’s and Luffy’s antics for years, so I believe that proves my point!”

“Would Hardly call you patient even back when we were with Dadan, always so violent, first one to hand out punches when we fought among us” He says teasingly

“T-th- You guys were a handful! I was younger, so I needed to make a point somehow!”

“I rest my Case.”

“That doesn’t have to do with this anyways,” they exclaim, knowing they weren’t going anywhere with this

“You just proved my point, Reader; you need to learn that sometimes you’ll have to be patient and levelheaded.”

He can tell that this is a hard pill for them to swallow, and Sabo was enjoying it way too much

They groan

“I should have accepted Luffy’s offer to join him, hell even Ace’s man crew would be better than this!”

They walk closer to Reader and, pulling at their cheeks, a tight smile now replacing their teasing grin

“Like I said, impatient.”

“Oouch Sabo, that hurts.” They whine trying to escape his grip

His smirk grew wider as he continued to hold their cheeks

“I said you need to learn how to wait, didn’t I?”

“Let goo,” they whine

He lets go of their cheeks after hearing them whine.

He backs off a little bit, not wanting to anger them too much.

“You can be incredibly cute, you know that?” He says in almost a sing-song voice

They rub their cheeks with a pout

“You’re mean, Sabo.”

“Oh? If that’s the case, then I guess I just have to fill up your expectations.” He said getting closer

“Don’t you dare, you ass!” They scream backing up

He snickers softly

“What's Wrong? I thought the cryptanalyst wanted to take the chief of staff on?”

“Sabo, get away from me!”

He grins easily, getting a hold of them

“Heh, not so smart now, are ya?” he teases as he starts to noogie them

They screech, fighting against his hold

“I should just pick you up; you’re so tiny I probably wouldn’t even have to try too much.”

They quickly put their leg behind his, pulling it forward knocking them to the ground, not taking into account that he would keep his hold on them and bringing them to the ground with him

He grins as he switches their position, putting them in a headlock, wrapping his legs around them

“Okay, okay! I give, I give!”

He lets go of his legs, slowly releasing the headlock, smiling down at them

“That's what I thought.”

They glare at him as he sits on the love seat on his office, leaning back and leaving them on the ground to catch their breath

“Come on, Sabo, when will you give me field missions!”

“You’re a cryptanalyst, not a front fighter; you’re not ready for the front lines, you’ll die within minutes as you are.” He replies bluntly

“I did just take you down within the minute.”

They raise their body up slightly to glare at him

“You’re the chief of staff; of course, you would take me down! Not everyone is a tank like you, Sabo, not to mention you are an actual tank with your Mera-Mera, that's a faulty test.”

“I never had to resort to using my fruit; even without it, I still managed to overwhelm you. You're a cryptoanalyst, not to mention you’re also our language expert; you’re essential to the Revolutionary Army Reader, and we need you in here; can’t lose you,” He said, pouring tea into two cups

“Come on, Sabo! Just once, I want to be able to crack codes while in the field!”

He sighs, taking a sip of their tea before continuing

“Reader, you alone lead our intelligence network; you are not built for battle, not to mention that regardless of how much of a hothead you are-

“OI!”

-you’re still quite the pacifist, and as your big brother, I have to keep you safe,” he finishes, not paying any mind to their protests

“Then what if I go on a mission with you? You can make sure I don’t get in over my head.”

He pauses a moment deep thought.

“Please, Sabo! I promise I'll listen to your orders, and I'll back up as soon as you think it’s too much, just once, please?” They said, putting their hands together

He raises an eyebrow at them

“You’ll listen to me?” He confirms

“Yes!”

“Promise?”

“I promise!”

He sighs again and rolls his eyes, smiling

“fine, one mission and you better listen well.”

“Yes! Im going to the field!” They cheer, jumping up from their position excitedly

“Guess we don’t need that meeting after all!”

“Wait. You actually set up a meeting?”

“Hah….Well, before you let it sink in, remember that im you’re sibling, and you love me very much,” they squeak

He just put his tea down, facing them with another tight smile, although this one looked vastly tighter than his previous one as he stood up slowly

“S-Sabo, let’s be mature about this!”

“Oh, I will, don’t worry,” he said, punching his open arm in a threatening manner, his flames coating his fist as he did

Dragon in his office be like 🙃.Yall do you guys think my stories are getting bad? Or like predictable? Can’t help but notice how repetitive some things are.

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