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"i care about all my new vegas companions equally," i lie as i was about to go insane because i couldn't find boone anywhere
#I WAS SO SCARED LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. BOONE. SPEAK TO ME đđ#i sent him to the suite and he wasn't there#i thought oh maybe just one companion can be here at a time then? (because i sent cass up there too)#BUT HE WASN'T IN NOVAC EITHER#he ended up showing up maybe he glitched or something#ese pelĂłn es mi mujer đđ. who said that#anyway i don't even have that many companions yet i want to get them all but i've been sidetracking a lot đ#i want to get raul and rex asap#mi tĂo raul... (<- genuinely has an uncle named raul irl)#i gotta say i love cass a lot too she's so real. AND WHAT'S UP WITH THIS GAME why when parting ways with anyone#they're all sad about it. stop. stop that đ you're pixels on my screen stop making me feel bad
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Can I request how Megs would feel if he fought his beloved, reader needs to beat some sense to him and help him from being blinded with hatred. (Tf one plz) Also I want a good ending cuz I'm still sad about the movie. And if it isn't obvious cybertronian reader.
MEGATRON X READER
Obviously Tf One spoilers! God this was so fun to write, I just hope I got their personalities right. I haven't written anything this long in a while !! Also I never knew I'd be so much of a Megatron enjoyer until this movie...yeah, it took me this long.
[ cybertronian! reader Angst and eventually fluff, could be pretty rushed tbh but I just want him to healll. Very NOT canon to the movie
You knew it wasnât your D-16 the moment his optics changed. Or maybe it was the way he distanced himself from you and your friends in a matter of hours--maybe minutes. It was a subconscious, subtle shift, but one you wished you could have talked him out of.
You suppose you saw the changed D-16 once you made it to the hideout of the High Guard fliers. Your once-kind, responsible lover was gripping Starscream by the neck, his hold tightening with every word from the flier beneath him.
You glanced at Orion, Elita, and Bee, all frozen in horror. You panicked and you stepped forward, placing your servo on his shoulder. Before you could continue, he whirled around, optics burning with a cold, harsh lightâpractically glaring at you.
âY/NâŚâ
âD, what the hell are you doing?!â You demanded, your voice steady despite his glare. âThis isnât like you, this isnât the way, come on.â
He didnât respond. Instead, his optics locked onto Starscream again. He was seething, the flier grinning through the pain wasn't helping your case either.
âCome on, do it! Do it, donât be a c-coward!â Starscream sputtered through glitching vocal processors, even as D-16âs servo squeezed harder, threatening to crush the life from him.
D-16 narrowed his optics, âIâm not a coward!â He roared as Starscreamâs cackling turned into garbled screeches
You attempted to push him away, roughly shoving him by the shoulder. âD, stop it!â He shoved you back. The sudden force sent you stumbling, and when you steadied yourself, you found yourself staring down the barrel of his arm cannon. His orange optics were locked on you, but for a fleeting moment, they softened. It was like he didn't recognize you, but then he hesitated.
âStay out of my way, from now on.â He said lowly, as if his words pained him. âPlease.â
His hesitation vanished as the cannon swung back toward Starscream. You stood there, stunned, until Orion and Elita rushed over to pull you up. Then you just stood and did nothing.
You watched in horror as D-16 continued to declare himself as someone they should follow to victory. Oh, you knew how much he wanted Sentinel dead now. Hell, you did too. But you werenât sure if this was the right way. You werenât a bad bot. Neither was D-16, he never was. You had to do something...before things got bad.
You recalled the moment just before heâŚsnapped.
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âY/N, donât you see? Heâs been lying this whole time.â âYes, D. I see, I know. Butââ âI want him dead. I just-I need..I need to see him suffer. Look what he did. To you. To me. To us. We could have been..so much more.â He placed his servo over your spark, right above where your transformation cog was. He used to dream of you two racing together, having fun. Hell, flying even. Back then he didnât know what he would transform into. âWe can still be more, D. We have a bigger purpose now, we were given the ability to transform by a prime himself. We just need to..show everyone the truth. And we will. Then we canââ âItâs not enough.â He blurted out, pulling you closer as if it was the last time heâd hold you. âYou deserve so much better. I promise you, Y/N. I promise you he will pay.â
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Things only got worse from there. You reached your breaking point when you saw D-16âno, Megatronâvanish Orion himself. You couldnât believe it. They were like brothers. And now, your beloved had become something else entirely. And yet, you still felt helpless.
You rushed over, avoiding and pushing the other bots as you made your way to where D-16 stood. They all cheered him on as he was trying to lift Sentinel into the air. He was going to kill him. He really was.
âD, stop it! Look what youâve done!â You shouted, stomping your way forward, frustration boiling inside. You slammed your shaking fist into his shoulder. Primus, you were pissed at him right now.
âPlease, please! Tell me what the hell youâre doing. This wasnât a part of the plan.â You pleaded with him, hoping youâd somehow get him to react. Instead, he inched closer, the same stance youâd expect of someone challenging you. âNo, youâre wrong. This was the plan. It was what had to be done. How can I get you to see that.â He visibly calmed for a moment, reaching out a servo to brush against the side of your faceplate. Despite everything, itâs still him. And he loved you.
You hesitated, then stepped back. Oh, how it pained you. âIâm sorry. I donât understand your goal.â You said, barely above a whisper. Time seemed to freeze, and he slowly lowered his arm. In an instant, you watched his gaze darken.
âThen youâre just in my way.â
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Your hopes were revived as Orion, now as Optimus Prime, came back, the matrix of leadership implanted into his chest. Optimus had saved the life of Sentinel (perhaps a little undeserved), knowing there was another way to deal with this. But now he has to save..practically all of Iacon. Maybe just maybe, between the two of you, you can stop Megatron.
The fight between the two friends wasnât solving anything, you only feared theyâd end up killing each other. You got rid of your fear, inserting yourself in the fight just as they managed to gain some distance from eachother. He grunted as you shoved him harder this time, his footing a bit unsteady from his existing injuries.
âWhat are yoââ
âI told you, stop. This,â you punctuated every word with a shove. âIs. Madness!â You panted, glaring up at your lover. âCome back to me, D. This isnât the real you. I know it isnât.â You pleaded, he responded with an irritated grunt.
âI, am Megatron. Not D-16, I am not that bot anymore. Y/N, stand down-â
âNo! You stand down! Youâre acting foolishly right now! I won't just stand here and watch you destroy yourself and--â You yelled, going straight for him to push him again, but he stopped you with a raise of his cannon. You froze in your tracks.
"Back down, Y/N." He said with a growl. You narrowed your optics, leaning your frame right up against the barrel, hearing a light clink.. The glow illuminated your armor. For a second, you saw his optics widen. He paused, licking his teeth. "I don't want to fight you. But I-"
"But you will if you have to, right? That's what you were going to say? Do it then," Your voice cracked, "I have nothing left to lose."
He huffed, so be it. He lunged towards you, and you raised your arms, blocking the strike. You opened up to move his blaster out of the way, leaving your side open to his incoming fist. It collided with your side, sparks flying from the contact. You grunted, stumbling back. When he came at you again, you caught his arm, pulling him close until you were face to face.
"We're both being foolish right now, are you happy yet? You panted, he grits his teeth.
"Quit saying that!" He growled, shoving you away. He shot his cannon, the blast flying past your side. You slid to avoid it, earning another blast from him. He fired his cannon, but the shot missed. He was aiming wide on purpose. You blinked, you knew his aim wasn't that bad...primus, he really was missing on purpose. If you weren't fighting right now, you'd swoon.
"Are you missing on purpose?" You asked incredulously.
"No! I.. yes..no! Listen to me, Y/N. We can end this now, if you let me do this one thing."
"You've already done enough. D..."
"Don't call me that."
He lunged again, but this time, you sidestepped, charging into him and sending him crashing to the ground, the side of his face hit the ground. You managed to pin him momentarily, struggling to keep him from standing.
"This isn't what you want. Trust me.." You paused. "Megs. Please."
He tensed beneath you, then slightly loosened as you called him 'Megs.'
"This is revenge, it won't help you feel any better. Not long-term. You'll only continue hating and hating, I can't bear to lose you like this. It's...it's tearing us apart." You shuddered, loosening your grip.
Eventually, you felt his breathing slow to a decent pace, slowly, you climbed off him, kneeling beside him. He sighed. "I..I don't know how to stop." He quietly said. You leaned forward, placing a servo against his jaw. "I can help you. I will help you. Megs, you have me with you. You have..Optimus with you. We're all with you."
You both knelt silently for a moment, gathering each other's thoughts. Finally, he had the courage to look up at you. You might never see those big yellow optics of his again, but at least now they weren't so cold. They held some type of sincerity. "I'm..so sorry." He breathed out.
You almost sighed in relief. "You're still angry, and that's okay, alright? Now it's my turn to promise you, we'll deal with this differently. It won't feel fair at first, but it's the right thing to do. Stand up." You gently said, extending your servo out to him. He slowly took your servo, his grip as gentle, almost afraid of breaking you. Primus, how he regrets hurting you. You can see it written all over his face. He was blinded by rage, he was indeed acting foolish. His optics briefly flicked to Sentinel, still on the ground and honestly, grateful to still be in one single piece. He turned away before the anger could return.
"I didn't want to hurt you," He whispered.
You softly scoffed, gently nudging him. This time, without any defensive intent. "You controlled yourself better than I did. I wanted to beat your aft, D-- Megs." You joked, earning a small, bittersweet smile.
You took your servos in his, softly smiling at him. You turned to Optimus, who was just as relieved as you were. "Optimus, do you think Megs and I can help rebuild Iacon? The way it's supposed to be?"
Optimus smiled gently, looking proud. "Of course you can. We all can." He looked at Megatron, his gaze firm but kind. "I am glad to have you back, friend."
Megatron nodded, still tense but..accepting. One day, they'll be as brothers again. You just know it. "As am I." He said, turning to you. His gaze softened. "Y/N...I love you."
"I love you as well, Megs."
#grahhh#i need him so bad#transformers#maccadam#transformers one#transformers x reader#transformers one x reader#d 16#d16 x reader#transformers d16#megatron#megatron x reader#megatron transformers#cybertronian reader
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*new version of Alastor takes over the Internet* Hehe.
Cursed Cat Headcanons
Curse Cat Alastor & Human Reader
Warnings â
â mentions of death, "normal" cat stuff â
You find a strange looking cat at the shelter.
The red creature was separated from the other cats and behind a heavy duty glass with multiple scratch marks.
"Can I interact with this one?", you asked.
"I don't think we are allowed to let that one out...", the worker says. "We're not even sure if its a cat."
You were also not sure as the little creature had antlers.
"Might have been dead this morning.", they mumbled but you caught it.
"Uh...ok.", you say, feeling a little put off how calmly the employee said that. "I'll take them."
And that's how you got a cat.
Once having the necessary items and a cat tower order placed, you bring the red cat home.
It sounds a bit angry. Growling, hissing, scratching and biting the inside of the cat carrier.
Maybe they didn't like small spaces..
Their first day was...something.
You ended up having to fix or toss out a lot of furniture.
They seemed to like sitting on top of your bookshelf. Often watching as you cleaned around the room or when you slept.
Kinda creepy. And you swore you saw their eyes glow once.
But other than the strange shadows and weird noises, you didn't have problems. In fact, they took care of the spiders and other pesky bugs that managed to get into your home.
Eventually, you tried to call them by names from a list that you made but they mostly ignored you whenever you tried.
It wasn't until you were watching Hazbin Hotel that the red cat perked up.
"I'm Alastor!", your favorite character introduced himself.
The red creature then hopped onto your coffee table and stared at you, effectively grabbing your attention.
"What is it?", you asked before noticing your T.V. glitch and loop.
"I'm Alastor!", it said again. "ÂĄ'm Al@$tør!", it started to distort. "IÍĚ̢Ě'mĚÍĚŹĚ AĚĚĚÍlĚžÍÍĚŻaĚĚĚÍsÍĚĚÍÍÍĚĚŚtÍÍoÍĄÍÍĚĽrĚĚť!", the audio was getting worse and worse as it repeated. "Ĺ'⼠âłâą âłâ´âŽĂ⹤."
Glancing at your cat, you noticed it was grinning like the oh so famous cheshire cat.
"Uh..Alastor?", you said.
As soon as you called them the name, the episode continued to play regularly and your cat had its normal happy demeanor.
"Ok...", you paused the show and went to the kitchen for snacks. "I might have picked up a cursed cat."
After that, Alastor actually seemed to like you. No longer hissing or scratching you when you tried to pet them and sought you out for some cuddles.
Hehehehe..
You had to take him to the vet for a check up and well.. It turned out exactly how you expected it to. Also, you found out they were a he.
He was number one..of the worsts cats in the vet hospital's care. They had to order new gloves meant for hawks.
After that, you got him a little bow to match the character Alastor and he seemed to really enjoy it. Of course, the red cat was quite fluffy and only the bow part was visible.
The cat tower finally arrived and you set it up. It was mostly black, coming with a feather toy as well.
"Done!", you stepped back and smiled at the finished cat tower.
Of course, like any cat, Alastor was not amused. Sitting in the packaging box comfortably.
"You know what? I'm not even mad. I used to sit in boxes as a kid.", you said and cleaned up the bubble wrap.
Things were turning out pretty well. That is until your neighbor got a weird looking pet. Now you knew Alastor was strange but he looked like a cat. Whatever the neighbor has was something else.
It was black with blue and some red. Flat looking face and a strange tail.
Maybe it was an exotic animal?
You weren't sure but Alastor hated, HATED, them.
And you made sure not to walk your little furball when the other pet was out. Making that mistake once. Once being enough.
I bestow upon ye cat Alastor!
~Seline, the person.
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D-16 and Orion Pax x Cybertronian!Reader OneShot: Besties
Just thought this would be a cute scenario where Y/N gets caught in Orions and Ds little fights they have daily as they wait on the train. The two sort of fight over them and at the end they all just became friends. Sorry if you guys donât like much detail itâs just something I enjoy doing.
TW/Tags: Non really, Orion is a silly bean that must be protected, D is a sexy mf, yes heâs my fav sue me, Y/N tried their best to help out and gets new besties thatâll totally not lead to angst in the future
You were a regular miner like Orion and D. Although you met D first when on the train. You two didnât talk until Orion landed on the train. Certainly making an entrance to not be late. He was able to make it in before the doors closed. D at that moment was trying to ignore Orion as he looked the other way while he leaned on the mining carts. Orion then looked around and noticed you. You were just standing there not really paying too much attention.
He then scoot to next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as his other cervo rests on his hip. He whispered to you âPlay along.â You barely have time to nod as he then speaks a bit higher. (Mind you guys are on the other side of the mining cart of D.
âGuess Iâll have to Chat with my. New. Best. Friend. Isnât that right friend?â He says with a grin as he glances at D. D was still looking forward as he continued to have a neutral face on with his eyes narrowed. âMaybe he doesnât care?â This is the first time the two heard you spoke. You sounded so quiet and soft. At the same time your voice can be encouraging and strong bringing comfort. Orion was defiantly taken aback as he glanced at you. Ds face showed to be a bit surprised as he glanced at you too. Until reverting back to the face he had before.
âAh, but you see a true best friend would care and since he doesnât truly care seeing my arms around another then- *he pretends heâs crying a bit as he makes sniffling sounds* he was never my best friend in the first placeâŚâŚ.â You and Orion looked at D. Who just rolled his optics and looked the opposite way of you guys.
âWow heâs really mad this time.â Jazz piped in. Orion gave him a look telling him to shut up. Leaving jazz to chuckle.
You then get an idea. âHey Orion thereâs that race tomorrow. Would you like to go together?â Orion got excited. âSure Iâd LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooove to go with you ah-â âY/Nâ âY/N!â D only continued to ignore him. Though his optics did twitch a bit. Trying to stay strong.
You think for a moment âYeah itâll be great when itâs just true best friends going and no littleâŚ.hating glitches.â You whisper loud that last part. Orion had the biggest grin on his face as he tried to hide his laughter. You did the same as you hid your head in his shoulder and his other cervo now on his knee. You two can be heard trying to hide your laughter.
D still looked away but now was a lot more ticked off as he just looked more angry. You two did notice based on his small movements and descide to lean bit over the cart as you both loudly whisper at the same time.
âRaceâ
He lost it. âOh for Primus sake!â He stomped over around the cart. Both you and Orion backs against the window of the train. He then was at first facing Orion who had the biggest grin on his face for a moment. But then D turned to you and grabbed you by your waist. He put you over his shoulder as he glared at Orion who was confused. Walked back to his spot on the other side of the cart. Setting you down next to him and his cervo on your hip as you stood there confused. Orion had a surprised face as his cervos clutched on the cart. D was facing forward with a nutural but with a bit of angry look this time. You looked at Orion and shrugged. D pulled you closer his other arm now on the cart as he leaned on it.
Orion was so mad as he crossed his arms and looked down. You thought for a moment, then comes with an idea. âWhy not the three of us go?â D side eyed you as Orion does the same. ââŚ.Please?â You asked as he D and Orion then looked at each other.
ââŚâŚâŚ.Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineâ The two say at the same time. âBut I wont like it!â The two say at the same time again. You let out a giggle as you crossed your arms. You defiantly made new friends with the wonder boys today.
A short one shotâŚâŚ.I have done it my childrenâŚ..A short one shotâŚ..Hope yâall enjoyed!!! As always requests are open in the DMs.
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Begrijp je me?
Summary: Youâve got a problem with going quiet when youâre upset. Joost has a solution of comforting you.
WC: 1029
When you got annoyed or angry with someone or something, you had a tendency to go quiet.
Whenever a person would piss you off or you couldnât get something to work the way you needed it to, you would completely shut down.
Whatever it was; multiple rude customers at work, cancelled plans you were actually looking forward to, arguments, being late to something, your computer or phone constantly glitching out, having a stressfully busy day, etc.
Youâd end up talking to anyone for hours, usually just sitting alone, going on your phone or reading or watching your favorite show to make you feel somewhat better.
Of course, you would talk about it, going on rants about whatever pissed you off. However, Joost would never push you into talking about whatever bothered you when you didnât want to. He knew it would only make you angrier.
And he understood. Even when he was the one who pissed you off and you gave him the silent treatment, he understood. Heâs gotten like that before too.
So, heâd just leave you alone and try not to ask you too many questions, knowing all you wanted was complete silence.
Today you had a particularly stressful day. You ended up nearly missing an important appointment, your manager was getting all on your ass at work, you accidentally burnt your hand, and got yelled at by a customer.
As soon as you got home, Joost knew you didnât have a good day with the way you slammed the door shut, kicked your shoes off, threw your bag down, and marched into the bedroom.
You changed out your work clothes and into pajamas even though it was only three oâclock. Sitting for a moment on the bed to try and calm down a bit.
While you changed, Joost noted this should be the time to put in earbuds while he worked on and edited his latest music video. Making sure the volume wasnât loud enough to the point you could hear it coming out his earbuds.
You came out the room and flopped down on the other side of the couch, Joost and you looked at each other. You only shook your head with a scowl on your face, rubbing your hands down your face.
This was your quiet communication that you were having a shitty day, that you felt like shit. He gave you a sympathetic frown.
You opened your phone and he went back to his laptop. You scrolled through your apps for a while. Joost decided this was his moment to try and attempt to cheer you up just a bit.
He sent you a silly cat meme he saved earlier on Instagram. He secretly waited and watched you open the notification, letting you watch the video.
Some relief washed over him when he saw the way your lips curled up at the meme, seeing you double tap the screen and like it.
He smiled to himself, going back to the laptop sitting on the small table in front of him.
It was a few more minutes before you put your phone down, crawling over to him on the couch and snuggling into his side. He welcomed you, wrapping his arm around you.
He took one earbud out, looking at your face.
âFeeling any better?â He squeezed your arm.
âA bit. Still annoyed somewhat.â You muttered out.
âBad day at work?â
âMhm.â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â He tried to keep the questions to a minimum.
âNot really. I think Iâll just get mad again. Maybe later.â You shuffled closer to him, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âIs this the Antwoord music video?â You lazily pointed to his laptop, trying to turn your attention away from your frustration that was still lingering.
âYeah, Iâve got a little bit of the editing for it done. Iâm trying to finish it before Saturday.â He said happily.
âCan I see?â You asked, preparing for him to say no. You knew he didnât like to show anything to anyone until he had it exactly the way he wanted.
But he felt bad that you were upset, if it took your mind off your frustrations, then heâd show you the bit he had done.
âIt needs some work.â He unplugged his earbuds from the computer, scrolling back to the beginning of the video.
The repeated lyrics felt like punch in the gut.
Begrijp je me? Begrijp je me?
Begrijp je me of begrijp je me niet?
Joost understood you so well. He could read you like a book. Sometimes Joost was a bit of a closed book. But you still knew things that he would share with no one else.
You hoped he knew you understood him as much as he understood you.
By the end of the hook he paused the video, signaling thatâs all he had done.
He looked at you nervously, waiting for your rating of it.
âI liked it, I think itâs just fine.â You gave him a smile, his heart fluttered knowing your bad mood was melting away by the second
âReally? Or are you just saying that because youâre my girlfriend?â He mumbled, you rolled your eyes playfully.
âItâs very fast. Fast paced, I like it.â You nodded, head shifting against his shirt. âYou looked cute in it too.â
âI always look cute to you.â
âCause you are!â You exclaimed. Joost felt flooded with relief, seeing that your annoyed mood was taken over by contentment.
âYeah, yeah. Iâm gonna keep working on it, are you okay if I donât keep the earbuds in?â You nodded against his chest.
You watched as he edited clips, playing them over and over, rearranging them, and adding effects.
Your eyelids became to feel heavy, you kept yawing.
âIâm gonna take a nap.â You mumbled. You shifted down a bit, laying your head down on his lap. He moved the small table his computer was to the side, giving you space for your head.
He brushed a hand through your hair, stopping a little bit after he noticed you passed out, lips slightly parting and chest going up and down smoothly. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and letting you sleep.
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Transformers One setting, I like to headcanon that the 50 cycles when the High Guard were being hunted down were rough especially as energon no longer flowed. Now imagine soon after the events of the movie when Megatron is with the rest of the High Guard at their new base thatâs still half being set up, Starscream or one of the others will just mention something extremely wild that happened to them casually to each other that it makes Megatron go âthat canât possibly be realâ or âfor your sake I really hope youâre lyingâ. For instance, imagine Starscream trying to actually impart some surface survival skills to their new leader and points to a set of weird looking plants/grass growing out of the planet and Starscream is like âif youâre ever extremely desperate and stranded with no energon sources wandering wastelands on the brink of shutting down, you can eat these as a last resort. It will give you the energy to stay online, but be careful. Itâs best to only consume it if you have someone with you who can tie you up and carry you. I recommend taking shifts so you can keep moving forwardâ.
Megatron, confused: Wait why would I need someone to tie me up and carry me?
Starscream: Side effects. I mean it about it being a last resort. It makes you not yourself. Feral, aggressive, and a potential danger to both yourself and others. Then the hallucinations start setting in. You start hearing and seeing things. The visions are different for everyone, but rarely are they pleasant. And the feeling of it finally burning out of your system at the end hurts like a glitch.
Megatron: How do you even know for sure thatâs what it does?
Starscream: First hand experience. But one day it could save your life so remember it.
Megatron, doubtful if Starscream is telling the truth, but morbidly curious: What did you hear and see?
Starscream: Have you ever seen the dead come back to life wrong and their face plates slowly melting off as you hear the dying screams of bots long past?
Megatron: NoâŚ
Starscream: Letâs try to keep it that way.
He wonders if maybe Starscream is just messing with him or trying to scare him about the surface, but then he turns his head to see Shockwave and Soundwave nodding seriously and confirming Starscreamâs statements.
Shockwave, referring to Starscream: I used to have dents in my old arm from when he bit me under its effects. Of course I canât show you since that was on my old arm before I lost and replaced it later down the line.
Megatron: Wait thatâs not your original arm? What happened to it?
Shockwave, casually with no context: Oh Starscream cut it off. I donât hold it against him though, it was the logical thing to do at the time.
Megatron is just like wtf were you guys doing in those 50 cycles?! In what circumstances does cutting off someoneâs arm make logical sense?! Poor Megatron is probably wondering if itâs not too late to run back to Iacon.
I just like the idea that during those 50 cycles the High Guard were going through the Horrorsâ˘.
#transformers#transformers one#tf one#starscream#shockwave#megatron#tf one high guard#tf one starscream#tf one shockwave#tf one megatron#tf one spoilers#transformers one spoilers#I think the high guard should go through the odyssey levels of suffering during those 50 cycles#long post#headcanon
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LOVE STRINGS â TUBATU
synopsis . tubatu as beabadoobee songs
íŹë°íŹ : txt x gnr âď¸ 1.1K â fluff ⨠warnings ⊠suggestive, profanity, txt down bad losers yes! đź note â repost again but who really caresâ(bookshelf)
OO1 âCHOI YEONJUN
as glue song
if you guys were in a relationship, you would basically be in a relationship w this song
this songs just embodies yeonjun
this man would fall in love pretty quickly if you knew the right ways to make his heart flutter
he would still feel like he came back from his first date w you after you both go on dates.
bros go to line would be "where are you rn?"
like even if you just called him 5 mins ago that you're coming to his house he would still text you
or if you just left the dorm
you would literally be stuck to him by the glue (đđ)
he can't even find the right words to express what he feels for you
theres so much he wants to express because I see him as a very expressive person
its the little things he does that show how much he loves you
putting his hand against the top of a cabinet so when you bring your head up it would hit the edge
allowing you to use him as a makeshift chair at anytime
this man will never say no to you
if you want something, he'd simply just nod his head
if you want boba, he'd kiss your forehead and leave the apartment after saying 'I love you'
he's seriously so whipped for you plss
"have I ever told you how pretty you look?"
"jun, you said that five times this morning."
other members are under the cut !
OO2 âCHOI SOOBIN
as livelong
this song is so soobin coded idc
he would learn so much with being in a relationship with you
it would be one of those quiet times you both would spend together
you would be reading a book, resting on his lap
he would be massaging you head, stroking his fingers through your hair
and he would be lost in your eyes fixated on the book you were engrossed in
and he knew he was in love with you
everytime he sees you see would have so many thoughts running around his head and he would just make some weird noise whenever you ask him a question because he has so much to say
"did you listen to this song, bin? I love it sm."
"nngh"
đ§ââď¸
no because you're the partner he wants to grow old with
like he can't name a more beautiful person other than you
bro is so in love its actually concerning
and you would be to
thats how you both were
you both learn so much from each other through conversations, heated arguments, anything
and at the end of the day, you both were molded for each other
thats how yall were
"If we both had children should we call them soobeans?"
"babe..."
OO3 âCHOI BEOMGYU
as apple cider
plsss this song was dedicated to beomgyu
he would never express his feelings like
its giving friends to lovers with mutual pining, but half of the time its beomgyu acting like he hates you, denying his feelings but actually he's so in love with you.
he just doesn't know it yet
because why does he always hold your hand when you walk together in public?
oh so you wont get lost
ok so why does he call you "honey" in front of other people
so they won't bother you
like... ok bff
the deluder is deluding
"I don't even like you that much. Wait, I do, fuck"
TELL ME THAT AIN'T HIM
plss he'd be so awkward asking you out
"idk maybe if you wanna go out to watch or movie or something idk."
he'd blush so hard when you say yes
and when you both date
it would still be the same expect yall are dating HELPP
the way yall would bicker 80% of the time and then make out the other 20% of the time
its so cute to see him all flustered when you compliment him
"you are soo in love with me, gyu."
"SHUT UP!"
OO4 âKANG TAEHYUN
as you're here that's the thing
he'd want a simple relationship
he doesn't want to overcomplicate things
hell he'd even just want a no-label relationship
I so believe that this man is a "career>relationship"
sorry terry đ
he'd want it to be lowkey
but when it's just the two of you, he's so???
no because why does he glitch everytime he sees you??
he feels so safe when you're just simply there
like you srsly got him wrapped around your finger
"tyun, I'm sorry I cant come tomorrow. Plus, what would happen if I'm not there."
"You're not there, that's the thing."
LIKE?????
he falls a bit too hard whenever he sees you
and you're sick of this no-label relationship
you want it to be more than just this
and you know he wants it too
so after months of contemplating
you confronted him
and he couldn't imagine his life without you
so without saying anything
he just kissed you
he loves you too much to let go of you
he's never felt this b4, but he liked it
"I know I don't say it. that much, but..."
"it's okay tyun, I do too."
OO1 âHUENING KAI
as art class
he's someone who would have a massive crush on someone (you) and he would think they won't like him back
he would be the first one to realise if you got a new haircut
or if you changed your perfume
he has a great memory when it comes to you.
He'd be so attentive when he listens to you
he would remember the little things like
"there's no way you got me this."
"you said you liked it when we were at the park."
PLSS HE SO CUTE
you'd notice his cute gestures
and you realised he liked you
you made him feel like his heart was an art class
he'd feel so wild yet it be in the calmest moments you both would have
he likes you so much, he doesn't know what to do
he's the type of person to feel so much and he actually doesn't know what to do
so you ask him if he wanted to go out
everything around you both froze, to him
he'd just stand there and nod
plsss
even after its a few months after you both start dating
he'd still be so utterly in love with you
he'd just wanted to be with you, doing nothing
if only you could read his mind.
"you looked so pretty today, not the you didn't look pretty yesterday or any other days! you actually look pretty everyday-"
"kai if you wanna kiss, just say so."
ââ â â â ââ ââââ â â â ââ ââdesigner yuoniz ! do not copy, repost, translate any of my works
#txt#yeonjun#txt imagines#yeonjun imagines#tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together imagines#txt fluff#txt soft hours#yeonjun soft hours#yeonjun fluff#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#soobin fluff#soobin soft hours#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu fluff#beomgyu soft hours#taehyun fluff#taehyun x reader#taehyun soft hours#taehyun imagines#beomgyu imagines#soobin imagines#huening kai#soobin#taehyun#beomgyu#huening kai imagines
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Second part of the yandere kung lao? We do not want it we NEED it đĽ°
self aware! yandere kung lao x reader PART 2
warnings: obsession, ooc kung lao, gender neutral reader, kung lao has an existential crisis
summary: youâre in the game now, thanks to kung lao dragging you into the mortal kombat 1 universe. but you didn't expect him to be so... suffocating.
a/n: I WAS SURPRISED THAT PEOPLE LIKED THE FIRST PART. i got so many requests for a part two, sooooo here it is. i love self aware fics, and i tried so hard to hold back on turning this into a sagau-cult-au inspired fic. i love reading sagau cult au fics on here bro. maybe someday i'll make self aware mk1 cult au fics
see part one here -> part 1
-you woke up in the nook of an alley, confused on how you got there. but you knew you got transported in the world of mortal kombat. is this just a dream? there's no way you just woke up in a video game.
-you tried pinching yourself, in case you were indeed having a dream. unfortunately, nothing happened. you just landed in mortal kombat somehow.
-the thought of waking up in one of your favorite video games seemed cool at first, but a lot of questions popped into your head. how did you get there? is it a permanent thing? can you escape somehow? does any of this have to do with the kung lao glitches?
-your last question was quickly answered when you heard someone mumbling nearby. the voice sounded too familiar. it was kung lao's voice.
-"where are they..." kung lao mumbled, repeating that phrase every few seconds. was he looking for someone? could it be you he was looking for?
-you wanted to reveal yourself and meet him, but you hesitated. you remembered those weird glitches that happened while you were trying to play the game, so you were slightly creeped out by kung lao.
- a part of you wanted to say something or introduce yourself, but you got a strange feeling in your gut, almost as if you know you shouldnât trust him. something is wrong about him, really wrong.
- trusting your gut, you ended up hiding from kung lao. as soon as you stopped hearing his mumbling, you got up from your hiding spot, thinking you were safe.
-"found you." kung lao whispered, engulfing you in his arms. apparently you couldn't hide from him. and he really was looking for you after all.
-"it's you.. it's really you..." he repeated, his voice cracking.
-"you know me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "i think you have the wrong person..."
-"why would i have the wrong person? i brought you here for a reason." kung lao replied, not letting go of you.
-you were shocked. *he* was the one that brought you in the game? there's no way...
-"you see, i was tired of being away from you. it was like torture. i needed to feel your warmth, i couldn't bare being stuck behind a screen. besides, it kind of hurt when you kept on shutting the game off and on! did you not want to see me or something?" kung lao teased, casually acting as if you had a close relationship with each other.
-"how did you know you were in a game? and you wanted to feel my... warmth?" you asked, in complete shock from what he was saying. does he care about you or something? but you have never even spoken. obviously you liked kung lao because he was a cool character, but it was never deeper than that. you knew he was just a character and nothing more.
-"of course i did! you know how much i love you, right? i've been showing hints for so long! don't tell me that was for nothing.." he whined.
-he loved you? there was no way. he never even spoken to you! he was a fictional character, and you were just a regular mortal kombat player. it had to be a joke. maybe you were high.
-kung lao got the hint that you were still confused, so he tried to regain your memory.
-"you know.. remember how i gave you all my skins and stuff? that was a lot of hard work, you have no idea how much coding or whatever i had to go through. and i tried talking to you directly, but that was even harder. the most i could do was look at you as often as i could. was that not enough for you?" kung lao explained, sensing that his efforts were all for naught.
-so he was the reason for all those glitches. somehow, kung lao became self-aware... and he made himself the center of attention so he could gain your affection? it sounded extremely bizarre.
-if kung lao was capable of messing with the game and bringing you inside the game, who knew what else he was capable of?
-in fear of angering him, you decided to go along with his little delusions.
-"well, of course i knew! i just needed a reminder, sorry. i'm glad you brought me here, kung lao." you lied.
-upon hearing what you said, a big smile appeared on his face. kung lao was ecstatic that you returned his affections. he worked so hard to show you how much he loves you, and now he finally has the chance to embrace you. he can finally treat you with the love you deserve. he was tired of always seeing you on the other side of the screen, unable to directly interact with you.
-"great! i'm so glad we finally got to meet. i have so much i want to talk about with you, and i just can't wait to spend time with you. you don't understand how long i've been waiting for this moment." kung lao excitedly ranted.
-in that moment, a part of him realized his life was a lie. all the tales he heard of his ancestors, all the adventures and memories he's ever had... were all a figment for a video game. it was a terrible feeling to him, and he refused to face that reality. kung lao preferred to focus on you, instead of worrying. obviously, there was nothing else worth his love and time anymore after learning that his life is a lie.
-kung lao now believes you are a sort of saviour, a light in his fake life. nothing else matters anymore, because he has you now. and you have him too! he'll devote himself to you and provide you with strength, excitement, and love for the rest of your life. nobody is better than him, you should be grateful that you managed to have such a great partner by your side!
-it's not like anyone would be a better choice than him anyway, so don't go off and find someone else, okay? in fact, you probably shouldn't even look at anyone else. kung lao did so much for you and proved that he is worthy of your affections, so there is no reason for you to go after anyone else. if you do, kung lao will... take care of them. nobody will one-up him. nobody will be better than him this time. not on his watch. just this once... he can have something to himself.
#mortal kombat 1 x reader#mk x reader#mk1 x reader#yandere mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#yandere x reader#kung lao#yandere kung lao#kung lao x reader#kung lao mk1#kung lao mortal kombat
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HUNTING GAMES
cws : dubcon, somnophilia, creampie, levi leaves the game, murder, code-breaking, i went over the word limit a little bit, implied manipulation and threats, dating sim! levi, levi gets a bit ummm sadistic?? at the end, college! reader, im still not happy with it but its been so long since ive updated, if i missed anything please let me know.
commissioned by anonymous.
MDNI.
there was a new otome game that had been all the rage recently. characterized by its cutesy, college-life approach, lurking beneath each syrupy-sweet word and blossoming friendship was a sinister undertone. the objective of the game was to achieve the best possible ending for the route you choose, however each love interest was desperate for your love, making said objective increasingly unattainable the further the plot progressed. youâd downloaded the game when your friend had shown you one of their favorite love interests, finding yourself hooked on the stoic culinary arts major, levi ackerman.
levi ackerman was the first route youâd ever chosen. although, in the beginning, he wasnât too keen on raising your intimacy level. while looking at forums online, you realized that was just how he was. levi was harder to please, and by far one of the most dangerous and volatile love interests in the game. he wasnât afraid to annihilate any other character to get what he wanted, and knew how to cover his tracks. it was hard to tell when he was on the cusp of snapping, what he liked and disliked, and where he was when he wasnât pestering you about something trivial.
once you finally manage to get your intimacy level up to the point where his obsessive tendencies begin to show, his personality does a 180⌠with you at least. heâs more affectionate, gives you gifts for your daily check in â most of it being food heâs cooked just for you, and you find that heâs easier to fluster, stumbling over his words and a faint blush spreading across the apples of his cheeks. levi is still the same when he interacts with npcs, maybe a bit more on the protective and stand-off ish side when youre around. with love interests, however, levi is more hostile than ever.
youâd failed leviâs route many, many times, and had finally just achieved the good ending when youâd stumbled across something regarding a secret route of his. naturally, you wanted to see it to completion, but for some reason it just kept going. growing tired of this secret route, you chose to switch to another love interest.
this love interest in particular was very sweet, docile almost. armin seemed harmless enough, and you found that you enjoyed this route more than you had leviâs. although, after a little while, you noticed some easter eggs hidden in the back that made you feel a bit uneasy. there was a silhouette in the background of each interaction, watching everything play out, as well as a few npcs that seemed to disappear or avoid you altogether. the more you played, the more uneasy and afraid armin looked.
you noticed that arminâs eyes were often glancing around, his sentences shorter when the silhouette was more prevalent, and on a few occasions, heâd outright ignored you. once, youâd found him beaten and bloody in an alleyway outside of the boyâs dormitories, appearing half-conscious and youâd chosen the option to patch him up. after that, your intimacy levels skyrocketed and he was back to normal.
just before the two of you exchanged a kiss during one of the date events, the screen glitched and suddenly armin laid in a pool of his own blood. arminâs face became pixelated, which was unusual for this game since it was known for its graphics. was this part of the game? your heart skipped a beat, gooseflesh rising on your arms as levi entered the place armin was just moments before.
leviâs appearance glitched in places, the blood spatter on his face seeming to drip and become more realistic. that⌠wasnt supposed to happen. did the game have a bug? you think you see leviâs brow twitch, his lips tugging into a frown, but you cant be sure.
â[name]⌠why did you leave me?â levi is uncharacteristically upset with you, his face scrunched with what seems to be a mixture of frustration and hurt. âi thought you loved me.â
you knit your brows, trying to exit the route; to your horror, youre unable to leave. levi grows increasingly upset the more you click the button, âwhy are you on his route? canât you see that youre mine? weâre made for each other!â he shouts, his voicelines glitching in places.
âwhy canât i leave the damn route?â you grit out, one hand gripping the hem of your shirt. âwhat the fuck is going on?â
leviâs face falls, a far away look in his eyes as you are finally able to exit arminâs route. you groan, leaning back in your chair as you thread a hand through your hair. âis this part of leviâs secret route?â you wonder aloud.
after that, you didnât touch the game for days. you searched forum after forum, site after site, searching for answers. why did levi suddenly appear on arminâs route? surely, it was part of leviâs secret route⌠right? your gut told you otherwise, but a game character being sentient? that was something that only happened in fanfiction, and certainly not to you.
a week had come and gone before you even thought about touching the game. you were busy with work, college, and still hadnât found the answers you were looking for. maybe youâd be able to find them in-game⌠but what if levi kills another love interest? what if they donât come back when the game resets? what if â
shakily exhaling through your mouth, you release the tension in your shoulders, cracking your fingers as you hover over the next love interestâs route. she was a very bubbly love interest, her smile bright and contagious enough to have one of your own tugging at the corners of your lips as you right-click on hangeâs route.
the two of you interacted quite well, your natural dialogue choices furthering your intimacy level. hange was known to be a relatively easy route â not much reading between the lines, or even guesswork. she was very upfront for the most part. you found yourself forgetting about your secret investigation, genuinely losing yourself to the interactions between yourself and hange.
you only started getting suspicious again once you noticed the silhouette in the background once more. hange seemed to notice too, but she was more composed than armin had been. you squint as the silhouette flickers, your pulse thrumming in your throat as you quickly stutter out, âlevi, leave hange alone or iâll never play your route again.â
the silhouette rushes to the screen, stumbling over its words and blubbering about how it just loves you so much and canât live without you! the anonymity fades, leaving levi in its place, and you realize that levi was more dangerous than youâd initially thought. hange is quick to take her leave once she notices the look in leviâs eyes, and you attempt to as well. leviâs anger flares up once more at the sight of your cursor clicking the exit game button.
â[first name] [last name], stop trying to leave me. why donât you want me anymore? you canât make me love you and then leave. youâre so cruel.â leviâs digits grip his collar, tugging it away from his throat as if he couldnât breathe. âi-i learned things about you, for you â i tried my best to be the man you wanted, so why are you choosing other people?! am i not enough?!â
a chill shoots down your spine, cold washing over your body as your stomach tightens. you tuck your fingers into your palm, beginning to feel as if you were glued to your seat. how did he know your last name? you donât remember putting that information in at all⌠maybe it was from your email? maybe the developers had a third-party thing going on?
levi becomes more frantic the more he speaks, pleading and begging for you to love him again. âi was your first route! you put the most effort into me! you canât just leave!!â you have a creeping feeling that heâs looking at you â unlike most games, levi seems to lack a blank stare, and instead seems entirely focused on you.
âthereâs no way heâs sentient.â you mumble to yourself, pressing a quivering hand to the damp skin of your forehead. âiâm justâŚ. im just tired and stressed. yeah⌠i should just go to bed.â
you stumble out of your chair, body on autopilot and mind reeling as you put your monitor in sleep mode and push your chair under your desk, trudging over to your bed in disbelief. you tuck yourself in, and just before youâre able to fall asleep, you hear levi speak.
âyou look so cute when youâre sleepingâŚâ you hear his shaky breaths â the utter glee in his tone, as if he were more than content just to watch you. dread and unease fill your stomach as you realize you canât ignore this anymore.
you shoot up in your bed, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as your gaze snaps to your monitor. could he see you? could he hear you? were you going crazy?
you slowly make your way over to your monitor and pull up your game, levi dreamily staring back at you as if youâd hung the stars in the sky. âare⌠you sentient?â your voice wavers as you ask this, fingertips digging into the hard plastic of your desk.
levi stills, his idle animation unusually stiff. for a moment you wonder if you should check yourself into the nearest hospital, but then, âyou finally noticed⌠oh, baby, that makes me so happyâ iâve been trying to get your attention for so long!â
itâs your turn to still, your body going rigid and exhaling shakily. oh, you were royally fucked. if he was sentient, could he leave the game? god, you hope not.
âiâve been watching you for so long! i even learned about your parents and your siblings for you! i know your address, the names of your friends; i know your all favorites, i know that you have a dog named rufus, i know that you like to listen to music while you clean ââ
levi drones on and on, going over everything heâs learned about you during the time heâs been watching you. your breathing grows heavy and erratic; sinking into a primal state of fight or flight, you hurriedly try to uninstall the game from your computer, but it seems levi had already anticipated this. the screen glitches, flashing white as levi appears in different places â duplicates, different routes, pictures of you, npcs that went missing, hastily written notes all dedicated to you.
deciding that deleting the game wouldnât work, you opt to unplug your computer. the screen stills for a moment, going completely black before a variety of coding begins to type out on the screen.
âleave me alone!â you shout, your voice cracking as you rip your monitors and pc off of your desk, throwing them across your room. they bounce off your dresser, knocking a few trinkets and such off, sending them clattering to the ground. you notice the coding slows for a moment, eyeing the shattered hardware scattered across your bedroom floor. âyouâre just a game!! i donât actually love you!â
âyouâre wrong!!â leviâs voice is distorted and distant â glitching out in some places, or manifesting as a multitude of voices, some higher, some lower in pitch. âyou love me â you do! i know you do!â
you panic, the cortisol and adrenaline running through your veins clouding your sense of judgment as you rush to your kitchen and grab a trash bag, picking up a baseball bat from a closet on your way back to your room. you hastily throw your setup in the bag and grip the bat, swinging the metal bat back and smashing the contents of the bag until you feel safe and canât hear the whirring of the code any longer. you stumble back onto the edge of your bed, staring at the bag as you strain your ears for any signs of levi. heaving a sigh, you wipe the sweat from your brow and gather all the miscellaneous pieces of your setup that were strewn across your floor, placing them in the bag.
you feel disconnected from your body as you bring the bag outside, opening your garbage can and tossing them in. a drop on your face shocks you out of your stupor, but you realize that it was only a drop of rain. your fingers tremble still, your breathing still erratic as you try to calm your racing heart. how was any of this even possible?
you slowly trudge back inside your home, entering your room and collapsing on your bed. this must be a bad dream. it has to be; thereâs no way that this could happen. you lie awake for awhile, your mind spinning round and round again. thoughts come and go, never staying for too long, and you forget them immediately after they depart. the events of the night had worn you out, your eyes growing impossibly heavy, drifting off into a deep slumber.
outside, the monitor screen flickers to life. code rapidly pans down the screen, sparks flying as a hand slowly peels out. carefully, levi drags himself out of the game and intoâŚ. wait, why is he in a trash can? surely, his beloved wouldnâtâŚ? with haste, levi tracks his way inside your home, brows furrowed with quiet rage. how could you just throw him away like that?
levi takes his sweet time cleaning up, lathering himself in your products and sniffing your towel before drying himself with it. he runs his fingers along the countertops, walls, and doorframes, trudging along to your room as he admires your home. it isnât long before he finds you sleeping soundly atop your bed sheets. leviâs breath instantly catches in his throat, his heart racing in his chest as he approaches your slumbering form. you were even prettier in person.
carefully crawling onto your bed, the pads of his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trailing down to your shoulders. his eyes wander to your exposed flesh before flickering back up to your lips. one kiss couldnât hurt, right? carefully leaning down, levi molds his lips to yours; his heart nearly stops the moment he tastes you. one kiss isnât enough. he needs more! levi unbuckles his belt and ties your hands to the headboard, then drags his hand along your chest, swallowing thickly as he feels his pants tighten.
levi quietly positions himself between your thighs, burying his head in your neck as he leisurely grinds his cock into you. biting his lip to muffle his whimpers, he lifts your shirt, baring your breasts to his greedy eyes. levi immediately latches onto one, his tongue swirling around the erect flesh as he works your pajama pants to the side.
âneed to taste you, baby.â he murmurs. levi kneels between your thighs, his tongue slowly lapping at the arousal that had begun to leak from you. he takes but a moment to shimmy his pants down far enough to fist his cock, slowly pumping it with his free hand. the man softly groans into your folds, a sleepy whine parting your lips in response.
as he continues lapping at you, levi feels his stomach tighten and stops all movement. he waits for the feeling to subside, then aligns himself with your entrance. he shallowly thrusts into your cunt, slowly working his way inside and bottoming out with a broken whimper. leviâs mind spins at the way your walls grip him â the feeling almost as if he were made to fuck you, as if you were made to take him. his fingers grip your hips as he attempts to control himself, pressing both of your legs further out for easier access.
it isnât long before levi loses himself in the feeling; it is his first time after all. his hips snap into yours, whimpering and whining through gritted teeth all the while, and you slowly begin to wake. leviâs eyes roll back as the feeling in his tummy snaps, not once stopping as he pumps you full of his cum.
you let out a confused moan, your eyes slowly adjusting to see leviâs fucked out face gazing down at you. âfâfeels so goodâŚâ he whispers, slotting his lips to yours. you attempt to shimmy away, but it was to no avail; the asshole had tied you up. you attempt to fight him off, but itâs to no avail as heâs stronger than you and has shackled you to your bed.
waves of unwanted pleasure course through your body, forcing soft whimpers and whines from your lips as levi unknowingly rocks his hips into the places that have your eyes rolling back. gazing down at you with something akin to reverence, levi presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, slowly circling his name and bringing you closer to your climax.
âcmon, baby.â levi groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. âcum fâme.â
you simply shake your head in response, screwing your eyes shut and murmuring through a whimper, âgo fuck yourself.â
levi only chuckles at your words, seemingly amused, and lifts your hips; the man slings an arm around your lower back, one hand gripping the meat on your hip, and forces you to meet his thrusts.
nothing seemed real at the moment. you were unable to stop levi from leaving the game, and now the man was taking advantage of you. you suppose the only good thing in this situation is that despite it all, levi was going to make you cum.
your back arches as your fingers dig into your palms, your cunt pulsing and fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head. a high-pitched whine erupts from your throat, levi smirking victoriously at the sight beneath him, and you relinquish control; melting into his hold, you wordlessly beg for more.
you didnât know what would come after this, nor did you know how you were going to fight your way out of it. the only thing you knew is that this felt good. somewhere deep in your mind, you knew you didnât want this, but had decided to relish in the feeling of being desired for the time being.
#male yandere#tw yandere#personal headcanon#levi attack on titan#yandere x reader#levi aot#levi x reader#levi ackerman#snk levi#yandere headcanons#levi headcanons#yandere levi#yandere levi headcanons#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi x reader#yandere levi smut#yandere aot x reader#yandere aot#yandere snk smut#yandere snk#tw: yandere#commission#writing comms open#writing commissions#levi ackerman hc#levi ackerman headcanons#levi ackerman aot#levi ackerman attack on titan#levi ackerman snk
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Bluetooth Bogie
week three! give it up for week three!!!
I hope everyone is eating well with everything we have on our Menu so far, lovingly crafted and beautifully executed by our lovely @synamartia! Thank you as always to my love @fraugwinska for the pretty pretty banners she made for me, and to the other wives as well! @minkdelovely @hazelfoureyes @sugoi-writes đŠˇâ¤ď¸đŠľ
Summary: reader uses a production headpiece to drop filthy one-liners in Voxâs ear, live on air!
Vox is minding his business reading off the evening news report when he hears the telltale beep of one of the production headsets connecting with his Bluetooth. He continues with his sentence, figuring it will just be someone updating him with something new that was happening that he needed to touch on, just more of the usual shit that people pinged him about while he was live.
âIâve been thinking about sucking you off during broadcasts.â
He stutters- the sentence he had been in the middle of dies on his lips as his screen glitches in the monitor he uses to watch himself. He powers through, regaining his train of thought and scanning the crowd of people beyond the set for the culprit; it could only be you that was stupid or brave enough to say such a thing to him in front of so many people. No one else seems to have any reaction to the words, so he knows youâve used the tech skills -that had caught his eye enough to hire you in the first place- to isolate the signal so it only came through to him. He doesnât see you in the immediate vicinity or recognize your shape in the group before him, and his eyes narrow when he hears shuffling from your end of the connection.
He keeps going. âAnd hey, wouldnât you know it- Lucifer himself has been spotted out and about Hell again! Maybe with that shitshow Hotel up and running he felt it necessary to remind Hell how royalty is supposed to behave-â
A moan warbles through his processors. âDo you think you could concentrate with me under the desk while you did your show? Choking on your cock while you try to get through the news?â He thinks he can hear something in the background, faint and slick, and heâs hard behind the shelter of the desk before heâs finished his sentence at the implication of what youâre doing on the other end.
Vox holds it together this time, managing to get through his thought about Lucifer with your soft sounds of pleasure in his ear while you touch yourself on the other end of the connection. He canât risk checking any of his camera feeds to find where you are on the off chance of his equipment malfunctioning and showing you off for all of Hell to see; that would be a fuck of a cover-up for Velvette to handle when he offed anyone stupid enough to snap a screenshot from the broadcast and post it online.Â
âI know how loud you like me to be- we could watch the footage back later and see if the production mics picked up the sound of me moaning around you⌠ohhhâŚâ The sound trails off, wet and muffled like youâve shoved something into your mouth to replicate the feeling of gagging on his cock.
Could he end his broadcast? Heâs paused live on air, the set manager exchanging curious glances with the rest of the crew- he could say his battery was dying, or one of his mechanical pieces needed to be replaced; anything to get out from behind this desk and go find you, fuck you into the nearest flat surface and then maybe reprimand you for interrupting his work even if it was sexy as fuck.Â
âWould anyone notice if you fucked me under the desk?âÂ
He feels an error message flash across his screen and he tries to recover, laughing awkwardly and shuffling his papers on the desk. âSorry about that, folks! Just a little buffering- on to our next bit of newsâŚâ He tries to split his focus so he can keep presenting while still listening to your whimpers and soft cries through the connection. Itâs not working well- he keeps getting distracted by the noises you make, causing lulls in his speech while he tries to report, the production team looking more and more frazzled the longer it goes on.
His cock is straining against his pants with the way youâre teasing him, a wet patch against the front where the tip of his erection leaks. âYouâd have to gag me somehow- or everyone in the Pride Ring would get to hear what I sound like cumming on your cock.â
Vox is ready to call it. Hell could live without another fucking update on the Radio Demon- he had more important things to tend to when he managed to locate you. The team is whispering amongst themselves- âSir?â The production manager asks hesitantly through one of the properly connected headsets, the hand holding his clipboard shaking minutely across the way.
âI donât think you could handle it,â you whisper into your end, and that stops him from giving the order to end transmission. âYouâre so vocal when youâre inside of me- I donât think youâd last a whole segment without breaking and telling me how well Iâm taking you. Iâm not even there with you now and I can tell youâre thinking about shutting down production.â A breathy whine of his name, and the faint, rhythmic noise heâs been hearing intensifies as you fuck yourself harder on whatever toy you had gotten your hands on. âYouâd be the one to get us caught.â
Vox closes his eyes for a moment and processes the challenge youâve issued. âHow about that acid rain, everyone?â He asks, and he hears your stilted chuckle through the headset. âTemporary glitch, nothing to worry about- rest assured that those responsible will be held accountable. Our next piece here is gonna be a big hit with those over in the Industrial districtâŚâ
He locks his shit down, reporting the news without another hitch even with the distracting sound of you in his head as you bring yourself to orgasm over and over. His cock twitches and jerks in time with the noises but he refuses to even take his hands off the desk to palm himself for some relief- that would be your responsibility once he got his fucking hands on you. The production team looks relieved that heâs back to normal, and you know better now than to try and tease him any further beyond the soft gasps of his name as you pleasure yourself.
At the scheduled time- and not a moment sooner, thank you very much- the live broadcast ends, and the connection to your headset goes dead. He turns away from his desk and finally pulls up his camera feeds; there you are, spread across his sheets all sweaty and fucked out, one hand already back between your legs and the other blowing a little kiss to the blinking red light of the camera. His stage manager hardly gets out the first part of his question about what the fuck had happened before Vox is gone, zapping into the nearest cable line and on his way to teach you a lesson about interrupting his work.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel smut#coven works#covenkinktober2024#kinktober#kinktober2024#vox#x reader#synamartia#hazelfoureyes#minkdelovely#sugoi-writes#fraugwinska#vox x reader#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic
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Has Y/N ever gotten genuinely upset/frustrated/angry at HH!Sun and/or Moon?
In general? Yeah of course, the boys are a bit of an acquired taste at the best of times and they both show affection in... strange ways. It takes some getting used to, and even then conflict is inevitable in any relationship. Sometimes you just aren't in the mood to get jumpscared and they aren't... always the best on picking up on that, for example. As for something more specific....
"Again again, we neeed to do it again!"
"Sun," you struggle to form the words, "we've been at this for ages. Can't we take a break?" You don't bother trying to tell him that you don't need to run through the script again, that you could recite it backwards at this point- that's a loosing battle.
The boss had issued a new routine- a seasonal script to really celebrate Halloween had been his sell- and the two of you had been practising for so long your throat is on fire. You're exhausted. You really don't have another 'from the top!' in you.
"No no no!! It's not good enough!" he shouts, spindly hands grasping at his rays. At first it was hard not to flinch away from his exaggerated movements, but you're more than used to them by now. You know your Sun, and he's always so, so careful with you.
Today, however, it seems his perfectionism has gotten the better of him.
"Sun," you say, more harshly than you maybe meant, "I'm not a robot, I need a break."
"NOO!!" his sudden shout makes you jump. "We can't stop! It's not perfect! We can't stop until it's perfect! If we do something- something-" Sun is all jittering movement, harsh and frantic. It's hard to be too sympathetic.Â
"What! What will happen?" You're tired. You're thirsty. You are not in the fucking mood. It's uncharitable, you know that, and you'll probably feel awful about it but you still shout at him.
He stills at your outburst. "...I can't tell you."
You sigh, and slowly raise your hands to your head. "Of course not."
Sun... stops... for a minute. The silence would be suspicious if you couldn't hear him shifting his weight from foot to foot. You don't look up at him, letting the silence hang heavy between the two you. You don't lower your hands when you finally go to speak.
"Sun. I'm not going to improve like this," you're careful with your words, keeping your tone nice and even. You can't stop some of your exhaustion from bleeding in. "If you want me to do better I gotta take a break." You know he's precious about his scenes, you want everything to go smoothly too, but the line had to be drawn somewhere. You pull your face out of your hands and Sun seems to stop and actually, finally, really look at you.
It's always a little hard to tell what they're thinking, but now, staring at Sun's blank, frozen smile, you truly have no clue. He's gone stock still, and looks bizarre without the movement. Utterly devoid of any of his usual tells.
It... doesn't make you feel great.
"It's not about you," he says, almost whispers- quietly. A hurried sound not explicitly meant for you to hear. It's baffling enough for the burning annoyance to simmer down. But not disappear.
"What? Is it about you then?" his silence is answer enough. "You're not gonna forget your lines, Sun." He can't, not with the script directly uploaded into that big head of his. Maybe, in the future, you would chalk your confusion up to exhaustion, but you honestly have no idea what he's talking about.
Sun doesn't answer, but finally moves. Giant metal arms wrap around his torso. He makes a frustrated groan. He doesn't tell you what he's really worried about. Doesn't tell you about the slowly accumulating small glitches, or how he's worried one might happen with his hands around you. "Your shifted ended 7 minutes ago," he does say, eventually. Choosing this moment to disappear off set and notifying Moon not to try and goad you into staying. He does not respond to the questioning message Moon sends back.
All while leaving you to find your own way out, utterly confused and mad and worried.
#asks#dca fandom#dca au#Sun x reader#haunted house au#my writing#uh oh wonder what's that all about :]
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Hello teacher I'm just resending my request cause I remember you said some of the request you get from other followers disappears and I haven't seen the other request that I have send you when your request box was open
So I took the liberty of myself when your request box was open to copy and paste my requests so here they are
1.) Not too sure where this idea came from but I would like request a (our world buddy again) who happens to have a great fatherly like relationship with Prime Verse megatron who ends up meeting IDW Optimus who actually is her adopted dad he has the papers and data pads to prove everything and Prime megatron and his decepticons decided they were gonna fight IDW Optimus for custody of buddy and it ended somewhere along the line of Prime megatron ended up in the medbay completely unconscious and half of his army traumatized after they found out what an how angry a prime who is a father can really get (technically related to my story)
2.) Don't really know what to think for this one but what about IDW Bots meet G1 bots?
3.) Buddy from our world meet team prime and team megatron from cyber verse world? I would love that interaction
Oh and cyber verse starscream got really attached to her to the point he doesn't like sharing her attention which buddy has no problems with cause she knows why he is the way is. And maybe megatron and sound wave got attached too and devised plans to steal her and keep her the nemesis for a little while cause it's not everyday you meet someone who show so much affection
P.S feel free to write these last cause I know you are busyđâ
This is a pretty big list, so I went with number 2, minus the Cyberverse part. I don't write for Cyberverse as of now.
Hope you enjoy!
Human Buddy from the real world meeting Team Prime
SFW, Platonic, Human reader
TFP
Buddy was starting to think that maybe the new coffee mixture they had made was really an elixir to travel dimensions.
They didnât know how hard they hit their head when they saw Wheeljack arguing with Ultra Magnus.
The two bots didnât even notice the human until they came literally running to Magnusâs pede and hugged him the best they could.
Buddy hugging Magnusâs pede: âIf this is a dream I donât want to wake up!â Magnus nearly jumps feeling the random human hug his pede. Wheeljack looks like he is going to glitch, though he doesnât know for what reason. Wheeljack: âHey⌠umm, kid what are youââ They turned their head so fast Wheeljack was sure that he heard a snap. The human starts running up to him rapidly shaking their fist in excitement: âWheeljack! I canât believe Iâm actually talking to you! Either that or I may have found the limit of coffee I am allowed to drink.â Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack: âWhat?â Buddy: âHey, arenât you supposed to take me to meet the rest of the team? Isnât it like, the whole protocol?â Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack an uneasy look: âYou seem to know quite a bitâŚâ Buddy waving their hand: âIâll explain that later, now, who am I climbing in?!â
When they arrive to the base, they are practically bouncing off the walls.
They are even more excited than when Miko first showed up.
In fact, the new human is excited to meet the kids, Fowler and June just as much as they are excited to meet the bots.
Miko has a taste of her own medicine and feels the need to apologize⌠someday.
Buddy does calm down when explaining how they know who they are and how they had been through a similar situation like this before.
That leads to more questions, but Buddy refuses to answer them.
Something about âNot wanting to mess with the universesâ.
Buddy: âAnyways I need to keep you guys from finding out about some spoilers, like Beeâs voice coming back. Team Prime: âWHAT?!â Bumblebee: BEEP!? (MY VOICE?!)â Buddy: ââŚRatsâŚâ
Optimus does allow Buddy to stay on the base while they wait until they return back home.
Most of the team thinks that another Miko is among them now.
And to a point they are right.
But Buddy also knows when to stop and tries to be useful around the base.
Buddy sweeping the human area. Miko: âThis has been the third time youâve cleaned this place this week. You can leave some stuff around you know?â Buddy still sweeping: âRatchet finds the mess distracting; Iâm just trying to lighten some of the load.â Ratchet, who overhears this now has to rethink his opinion of Buddy.
More respect is earned when they see Buddy football tackle Miko from going into the groundbrigde.
Many hugs are given on what seem like random days.
Those days turn out to be heavier than others and Buddy is always behind the bot ready to hug or do whatever they can to make them feel better.
Smokescreen walks into the base with his doorwings a bit drooped. Buddy running over to him: âHey Smokes.â Smokescreen puts on a fake smile: âwhatâs up Buddy?â Buddy patting his pede and giving a genuine smile: âYouâre doing great.â Smokescreen just nods because he doesnât want to cry in front of Optimus. Later⌠Ratchet still on the main console. Buddy grabbing a blanket and places it nearby. Ratchet: âAnd what are you doing? You should be in bed.â Buddy: âThatâs where you should be too.â Ratchet scoffs and continues working. Buddy: âDonât think I didnât see you put back your rations today.â Ratchet stops mid key stroke. Buddy: âI am NOT going to sleep until you get some energon and go to sleep.â Ratchet: âWell then prepare to stay awake for a long time.â Buddy cracking their knuckles: âBring it! Iâve been awake for 3 days and 3 nights straight during exam week!â Ratchet suddenly worried for Buddyâs health: ââŚYou win this round.â Buddy laughs in sleep deprived.
The bots are wrong to assume that Buddy wouldnât pull a Miko.
⌠and now some are considering bringing them out with them.
Buddy fan almost as much as they do with the bots and some cons are now afraid of getting the feral human on them.
But Buddy has also thrown rocks at certain cons out of pure spite.
Buddy throwing some rocks at Breakdown: âSWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND JOIN US!â Breakdown looking at the human questioning: âWhat?â Buddy still chucking rocks: âYOU COULD BE A GREAT AUTOBOT WITH YOUR POTENTIAL! BRING KNOCKOUT TOO!â Knockout: âI think this human lost it.â Buddy: âDO NOT LET YOUR MAN GO OUT HUNTING THAT TRAITOROUS SPIDER!â Arcee: âFinally something we agree on.â
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Do you realize how well TIHTBILWY AND ILY parallel each other. Do you realize that TIHTBILWY is the sanitized and romanticized reality Mahiru frames her relationship in the form of cheap romance magazine cutouts, just barely managing to slip and crack at the end where Mahiru wakes up to the crushing realization and horror of her bfâs death. And based on what we see in ILY, it seems like Mahiru likes to sleep to retreat back into her romanticized reality, that the entirety of TIHTBILWY was essentially that dream she was waking up from in the end. TIHTBILWY can be considered the dream -> reality pipeline in Mahiruâs state of mind in the mv:
Meanwhile, ILY still shows us the delusion and romanticization through Mahiruâs eyes, but this time, we see her mistakes exaggerated in a harsher reality instead, fueled by her guilty verdict and her hatred towards herself that ends up influencing the reality -> dream pipeline now shown here in her mind. We see Mahiru directly try and fall asleep to escape from her reality, "waking up" to what initially seems like the happy romanticization of her relationship:
But this doesnât last long. Everything is distorted, the words and images are glitching out. We see this happen throughout the mv, so itâs clear to say that Mahiruâs dream is not holding up as well as it did in TIHTBILWY. It is faltering much more quickly here. Rather, instead of giving us the sanitized version of their relationship in her first mv, ILY now shows us the opposite extreme, exaggerating the negative aspects of Mahiruâs character and portraying herself as the sole reason for her bfâs death, the one literally controlling his noose if you will:
Her flaws are notably highlighted here, and her behaviors are much more extreme and exaggerated (i.e. controlling his noose, feeding him "rats" which represent her love, etc.)
And if anything, this is very much also a reflection of how she sees herself. Similar to Kazui eating the dove and how he portrays himself as a âmonsterâ in Cat, in her mind, Mahiru portrays herself the same way: someone crazy and obsessive, whose love drove her bf to his death, her "monstrous" love that was the catalyst for everything that had happened:
And this also highlights the awareness Mahiru has with the situation, now much more apparent compared to her first mv. ILY shows the negative sides of Mahiru, while still highlighting Mahiru's complete guilt and grief towards the situation. She is not delusional here, for the delusion, the dream, has already been broken. It is now solely the reflection of how Mahiru sees herself, and how she comes to the realization that she truly did, mess up horribly, as a result of not being able to stop, not being able to fully encompass how her actions could hurt someone to the point of no return.
TIHTBILWY is the distortion of reality, but ILY is the distortion of Mahiru's actions towards her bf, both of them in the form of a dream. Both of them represent the extremities of how Mahiru sees the entirety of her relationship as a whole, including how she sees herself as a result.
What I hope then in her T3 mv, is that Mahiru doesnât fall asleep. I hope she stays awake and loses herself in whatever her mind decides to conjure up. Maybe then sheâll begin to see the truth for what it really is among her delusion and self-hate.
Maybe then we will finally see how much this relationship destroyed the both of them, not just from the bfâs pov, but also the pain that Mahiru suffered from as well. She doesnât even try to show it in her mvs because she doesnât even think it matters, much less something she thinks is important to show in her mvs. If TIHTBILWY and ILY showed us both extremes, then my hopes are for T3 that her mv instead shows us whatâs in the middle, the objective truth behind everything that had happened between her and her bf.
#also the way in which the scenes where she wakes up/falls asleep mirror each other#ANYWAYSâ#this wasnât the post I was supposed to be working on but I still wanted to say something about this#milgram#mahiru shiina#rose.txt
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Hi! Iâve seen you write Vox x daughter with epilepsy before and it made me wonder how you think he would react if his screen glitched and triggered a seizure. I see him going all super protective once he reboots (Maybe Val or Vel had to step in and take care of reader if he completely crashes for a while) but also feeling super guilty and needing a pep talk from the other Vees or his daughter about how heâs still a good dad.
Hi friend,
Enjoy! I hope I did this one justice- as always, please let me know your thoughts!
<3 Mandy
Vox hated waking up after a glitch.Â
In all of his technological control, he hadnât yet managed to find the circuit in his own body that triggered each seizure. An electrical impulse in the brain, no different than when he was human, seemed to be one of the only physical characteristics he carried over from Earth to Hell. And much like then, the frustration of lack of control irritated him to no end.Â
He was fortunate, really. His own VoxTech watch issued an alert to his two best friends, Velvette and Valentino, whenever a glitch happened. It was the best way to assure that he would be found by someone he trusted. Someone who he didnât mind seeing him in his most vulnerable state. After all, being an overlord in hell meant you didnât want the world to know that sometimes you peed your pants because of a circuit misfire.Â
âWhere the fuck am I?â Vox asked, half groggy, half growling as he took in the whiteness of the room. A needle in his arm, wires attached to his screen and his chest. His favorite suit was missing, replaced by a blue and white hospital gown. He moved to sit up and pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down at the matching sling and nausea flowed through him, from both pain and slow realization of where he was.Â
âIn the nurse's office, you had a bad one, Vox,â Velvetteâs usually chirpy voice was quiet. âHow do you feel?â
How did he feel? Anger and embarrassment flooded through him. He was an overlord. To be taken down by a simple jolt of electricity was laughable at best.Â
âYou know this happens, why the fuck did youâŚâ Vox began angrily.Â
âIâm sorry, Vox, but it didnât stop right away this time,â Valentino explained softly. â It lasted over five minutes and you dislocated your shoulder- I had to bring you in.â
Vox let out a groan and realization forced him upright. âWhere is my daughter? Where is reader and who is getting her from school?â
âHey, hey, relax Amicico. I sent Angel in the limo to pick her up.â Valentino said soothingly. âHeâllâŚâ
âYou sent that whore to pick up my kid? Jesus, Valentino,â Vox growled as he pushed his way upright. A wave of dizziness shot through him.
Valentino seemed to expect his nonsense. Carefully, he laid his hand on Voxâs chest and pushed him back.Â
âReader likes and knows Angel well enough that sheâll be comfortable following him downstairs into my studio. Take a breathâŚâ
Fear shot through Vox. âNo. She canât see me like this. Valentino, Velvette please. Let it go- just have her meet me upstairs, Iâll be out by dinner, IâŚâ
âNo, Vox,â Velvette said firmly. âYou know, you talk a big game to your daughter. How epilepsy is nothing to be ashamed of. How it's just a little tiny bug in your brain. It doesnât make you weird nor is there anything to be embarrassed about. How do you think sheâs going to feel if you wonât let her come see you in the hospital?â
âI just donât want her to see me allâŚweak, and broken,â Vox muttered. âI hate enough that she got this from me, and I donâtâŚI already feel like a shit father.â
âYouâd be a shit father if you didnât let her see you like this,â Velvette replied. âIf you show her you donât mean what you say. Besides, Vox. She loves you. It would make her worry something terrible if we stopped her at the door. And stressâŚâ
âStress triggers seizures, amicito. Do you want to be the cause of that?â Valentino asked.Â
âThatâs a little mean, Val,â Velvette admonished. âBut notâŚentirely untrue. We wonât let her in if you insist Vox, butâŚâ
Vox closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. âFine. But if they keep me overnight, one of you needs toâŚâ
âBathe her, feed her, put her to bed, read her a bedtime story, give her snuggles and get her to school in the morning? Vox, donât worry about it, itâs not the first time you would be gone for the night and it wonât be the last.â Velvette replied. âSo take a breath. Literally.â
âDonât you remember the last time you were out of town? She dragged Velvette out of her room and into mine, then crawled onto my chest at three in the morning and promptly fell asleep. Believe me, sheâs fine,â Valentino added. âAnd we donât even know if theyâll keep you. Really, it depends on the X-rays and how badly your shoulder is dislocated.âÂ
âDaddy!â Readerâs voice broke through whatever it was Vox was about to say. She blurred across the room and Valentino caught her midair as she tried to jump into her fathers arms. âDaddy!â
âHey hey, calm down, your Daddy is fine. Take a breath, mi a more,â Valentino said as he held the squirming toddler. âYou canât pounce on Daddy. Youâll mess up the wires.âÂ
âDaddy!â She begged as she squirmed and reached in Valentinoâs hold.Â
âItâs okay Val, set her down. Babygirl, Daddy needs you to be calm,â Vox said in a gentle tone. âAnd be careful of Daddyâs arm.â
To her credit, she crawled carefully up the bed and wrapped her arms around Voxâs neck as softly as a child could be expected to be. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wrapped his free arm around her.Â
âDaddy, what happened?â she asked as she snuggled into his chest. âDaddy, whyâs your heart beating so fast?â
Vox swallowed uneasily as he looked down at his little girl. Velvette and Valentinoâs words echoed in his head. Be honest. Stand by what I said to her.Â
âDaddy had a seizure. Just like you get, but a little different. Iâm okay, sweetheart, but I might have to stay overnight in the hospital. If I do, youâll stay with Auntie and Uncle, okay?âÂ
Not to his surprise, she shook her head no and buried her face into his chest. He sighed and stroked her hair. Convincing her at bedtime would be a separate argument. For now, he needed her to go back home with Val and Velvette.
âThen why donât we cross that bridge when we come to it, babygirl?â He suggested as he held her. âRight now, Daddy needs to rest. And probably a few more tests. And you, young lady, need to go home and have dinner. And it's bath night.âÂ
âDaddy, I just got here,â she protested as she wrapped her arms a bit tighter. âNo, Daddy.â
âBaby, youâve been in the hospital before too,â he reminded her as lightly as he could. âThe doctor is going to come and run tests, and Iâll be home as soon as I can. I need you to be my brave, big girl and listen to your Auntie and Uncle. Can you do that for me?â
He watched as she considered. Finally, she sighed but snuggled in and kissed his cheek.Â
âOkay, Daddy. But I want Uncle Valentino to give me my bath. Auntie Velvette doesnât let me play with my rubber duck.â
âBecause you squirt water at me!â Velvette protested lightly.Â
Vox rolled his eyes but kissed her cheek. âFine. Go with them now, Iâll be home as soon as I can.âÂ
âFeel better, Daddy,â she said with a final squeeze. âI love you.â
He swallowed, the feeling of guilt again washing over him. âI love you too, baby.âÂ
He watched as Valentino carried her out the door. To his surprise, Velvette hesitated and turned back, shutting the door behind her.
âI know that look. Youâre a good Dad, Vox. So cut the shit, okay? Every parent needs help sometimes. Youâre no different,â she admonished gently.Â
âItâs written all over my screen, isnât it?â Vox replied glumly. âI justâŚâ
âEnough of the pity party. Your glitch doesnât make you any less of a Dad. And I donât know a single kid who loves her father as much as that little girl loves you. So cut the crap and enough with the self guilt.â Velvette turned and opened the door. âAnd Vox? Get some rest. Iâll have her video chat you tonight before bed. Just because you glitch doesnât mean you get out of goodnight sillies.âÂ
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Jack in my Pouring Rain AU vs Jack in my Sunnyverse AU
Gonna ramble a bit here about the two portrayals, thereâs a lot more typing space here so I will also be using my posts as a bit of infodump sometimes! â
For starters, I really adore Jack as a design and character, thereâs not much I wanted to alter about him in the design department, so all changes are subtle!
⌠Starting with Pouring Rain!Jack!
This guyâs probably the closest to how heâs presented in game honestlyâ still manipulative, still colorful, probably a bit more deranged because his sunshine keeps forgetting shit.
Art wise, I wanted to really keep the colors on him vibrant, but also give him sort of a dim vibe as well. His hair is a bit more reflective of turquoise highlights with a gradient of a muted darker blue at the tips.
I like to imagine Jack uses colorful knives (if he most certainly has to use one). I have colorful knives in my house, it just seemed right as I was doing the dishes one day. He also changed his paints ever so slightly, because stars are very important to him.
Heâs also rather glitchy when upset, but not that of a computer glitch when it happens.. more of like⌠something thatâs being rewinded and re-written over numerous times, no?
Or, maybe I have no idea what Iâm talking about!
And finally, the colorful paint on him!
Rain!Jackâs original sunshine way back nowhere was actually a graffiti artist, so does Jack know how to paint? Itâs not like he would say, but it is a bit easier to play off a mysterious red stain if youâre covered in all the other colors.
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⌠Ending with Sunnyverse!Jack!
Sunnyverse, is quite frankly a bit of a community like idea. The premise being quite similar to the same notion of Spiderverse, where multiple of the characters can exist and vibe but may look different, while still following a canon of sorts. Itâs basically like showing off your characters and AUs in your style!
(Honestly, with a name like that, maybe I should draw Spider-Jack⌠*Sunrise Spider?*)
This Jack is a divergent of the idea where the fictional world of CloudyTown is real. â This information also is a slight spin-off of an unofficial AU called âSunny Time Townâ by artist Sauce! I will also be using âSunnyverseâ for the official name of my AU that includes my ocs that switch up the story in a non-yandere manner!
SV!Jack here rocks a bowtie and suspenders with the design paying a full tribute to a sketch I did in March! Iâve seen a few comments relating it to his teaching profession⌠and now I canât I see it, haha!
To contrast Rain!Jack, SV!Jackâs hair is a nice pure blue gradient that dips into indigo/purple at the tips!
I added his belt as a tie in both of them (donât ask why the belt is doing a :3), but now I hear the belt is sentient⌠thatâs a cool idea I seen around, I gotta learn about that!
Thatâs about all the information I had on this piece though, til next time!
#Sunny Day Jack#Sunny Day Jack AU#SWWSDJ#I just really wanted to draw jack twice#types way too much for a simple infodump#I have a lot of time to develop shit#should probably be sleeping rn#SDJPouringRain#SDJSunnyverse
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heyyyy...how are you doing.????
I was just wondering that if you have the idea of writing one shots for static verse , could you.. maybe write something where static takes Bucky as her date to her Harvard reunion...
may be when she was studying , everyone used to be so jealous of her cuz she is basically a sassy smartass...but now in the reunion they are acting so nice because she is a lawyer/avenger.. Definitely faking niceness...
and Jamie boy being too proud of his girl...
The Class of '92 | b.b
Pairings:Â Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)
Genre: Fluffy with a chance of angst.
Summary: Y/n goes to the Harvard Reunion to reap the benefits of the alumni fees she's been giving out for the last three and a half decades.
(This takes place after the events of Static: Get, Set, Glitch. However, it can be read as a stand-alone piece. But itâs fun. I promise.)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of Sex, Minors DNI, 18+ Only.
a/n:Â I think I strayed a little away from the original premise? I'm sorry?
Bucky Barnes, The Boyfriend (other one-shots) | The Falcon, The Winter Soldier and Static | Static: Get, Set, Glitch | Static Verse Masterlist
If she were being completely honest, she never entertained the idea of going to her class reunions. The whole âbeing-half-alien-aging-like-a-nebula-and-looking-the-same-for-years-on-endâ thing kinda took the wind out of her sails whenever she even thought about accepting the invite.
But that was then.Â
Now people know who she is, what she is. No more reasons to hide, no Ross on her ass trying to hunt her down for the Accords, no giant purple grape looking alien knocking at the door threatening to burn the world down, no younger brother constantly being confused as her older brother.
Fuck. Sheâll never get used to that.
The moment the invitation popped up on her laptop screen, her first reaction was to call Tony.
âYouâve got Tony Stark. Iâm probably busy saving the world or curing a hangover. You can leave a message at the beep but I only get back to people if theyâre hot. F.R.I.D.A.Y. will delete your message if youâre not. Youâve been warned.â The pre-recorded voice-message cut off with a beep.
Exhaling harshly, she spoke softly, âI was calling to ask you if you wanted to go to my reunion with me. Free booze, snobby assholes, jealous losers who hate me for being smarter, and did I mention the free booze? Totally your scene.â She fidgeted with the folder on her desk, nervous about a voicemail. âBut youâre busy⌠being a dead dick so⌠So I guess Iâll just skip it this year as well.â
Life had other plans, though.
Well, her beloved boyfriend James Bucky Barnes did.
âI can go with you?â He offered.Â
âWhat?â she asked him, confused.
âTo the reunion,â he answered easily, his eyes still fixed on the omelet he was making for her. âI can go with you. Canât guarantee Iâll be as fun company as your brother, but I can show you a good time. Pull out all the stops, be the trophy husband of a lifetime.â He smiled at her then. âOnly if you want to, though.â
And now here they were.Â
âThis was a bad idea,â she comments, sipping on her drink.
âWhy?â Bucky asks her, more confident than herâwhich donât get her wrong was hot as fuck, but very unlike them.
âTheyâre all⌠theyâre allââ
âOld?â Bucky finished with an amused smile.Â
She couldnât help the smile that slipped out.
He looks good, comfortable and sen-fucking-sational. Heâs wearing a black tux with a white shirt and black bowtie. Sheâd been a little too busy trying to decide what to wear to have noticed him changing into the outfit. Eventually, having finalized on a white twill suit and a blood red silk shirt with a matching tie, she stepped out of her room. And he was a fucking vision.
Looking at him might just be her favourite hobby. She could pursue that shit as a vocation.
âThat happens sometimes.â Bucky tells her. âPeople do get old, you know?â
She looks around at the crowd. Theyâre at the prime location for people watching, standing at the bar, far in the corner of the vast room. The lights are dim, only sprinkles of yellow scattered around the venue, the rest is overshadowed by a sea of ocean blue. So, she takes the moment, the isolation and takes a while to soak in his words.Â
âPeople do get old.â
âYeah⌠yeah. I know,â she responds solemnly.
He takes a moment too, not to look at the crowd. Bucky seldom looks at anything with interest apart from her. He does the same now, he looks at her, studying the expression on her face. With his assessment done, he says, âIâve never seen you nervous before.â
âIâm not nervous,â Y/n bites back, scolding him with absolutely no heat whatsoever.
âIâve never seen you anxious before,â he amends.
Rolling her eyes, âIâm not anxious.â
âScared?â
She has to look at him then. Brows furrowed, she frowns.Â
Bucky throws up his hands instantly, admitting his mistake with an adorable smile.
âI used to steal Bruceâs homemade tacos before he learned to control the Hulk,â she smiles too. âIâm not afraid of anything.â
He takes a step closer to her, his words are softer when he speaks but bold enough for her to hear with ease. Gently placing his hand on the small of her back, he asks, âThen whatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
âI wasnât exactly⌠well, letâs just say thereâs a reason I avoided going to class when I was in college,â she answers. Buckyâs face scrunches up at the insinuation.
But before he can enquire about it any further, before she can warn him, a voice cuts in.
âThat was because you used to be a facetious little know-it-all,â the man comments. âYou didnât need the classes anyway.â He smiles, and there is no warmth in it.
Bucky must notice because his arm tightens just a little around her.
This was bound to happen sooner or later. She decides to roll with the punches. She knew what she was getting into when she came here.
âCharles Walton,â she greets him with a smile, just as dead as his. âBeen a long time.â
âIâd say the same, but you look exactly the same as you did back thenânot a hair out of place. Iâm not sure time even passed,â he jokes, or well he tries.
âWhat can I say? Itâs the price of being an Avenger,â she bites back.
He laughs, a hollow thing. âHey, Milkovich!â He yells out over her head. âGuess who showed up!â
Well, fuck.
That one shout is enough to draw the attention of the entire class of 92. Cause almost instantly thereâs a crowd gathered around Bucky and her. Thereâs chuckles and whispers among themâsome are bewildered at her presence while others seem itching to make this a battlefield.Â
âAh, the famous Avenger,â a female voice chimes in. âYou're famous around these parts, you know?â She takes a couple steps closer to them. Assessing her from head to toe, âNot just for being an Avenger, but being so elusive that you didnât show up for a single reunion⌠But at least now we know why.â
âNice to see you too, Seline,â Y/n tells her, calm and centered.
âShit, Stark!â Mickey Milkovitch balks. âYou look the fucking same!âÂ
And fine, she can take it from Milkovich. The guy was always crass but never rude. He just lacked a fucking filter.
So the smile that she smiles is open and kind. âThanks, Mick. I could say the same about you.â Sheâs not lying. The guy looks pretty good for his age⌠and for the copious amount of alcohol she remembers him consuming during every party and every lecture.
âNot as good as you, holy shit! You really donât age, do you?â He asks and itâs genuine so again, he gets a pass.
Nodding, âNot enough. My telomeres donât work right, I think. Rest of me is human⌠mostly.â
And Mickey seems to take a lot of pleasure in her answerâsmiling, he holds up his glass to cheers. She meets him with her own glass.
âCanât lie, itâs a surprise to see you here,â another woman speaks up. âWe thought weâd seen the last of you at the graduation.âÂ
âSorry to disappoint you, Candace. I saw the invite and I just couldnât help myself,â Y/n bites back.
âDidnât have time for us before?â Candace Huston asks.
âAh.â Y/n never really liked these snobby prep school kids. Even after all these years, theyâve somehow managed to not change at all. She doesnât know why she expected them to. âI was a little caught up.â
âSaving the world?â Archer Bass suggests, mocking.
âYes,â Bucky cuts in before she can form some modest version of that answer. She can always count on him to stump the opposition while she reloads. âThatâs the day job. Doesnât pay as well as whatever it is you guys have been doing. And oh! Odd hours, really odd. But itâs good work, wouldnât you say, sweetheart?â
She smiles, finding comfort in the warmth of his gaze. âCouldâve been worse. Couldâve been a Personal Injury Lawyer.â Bucky smiles at that and fuck if that doesnât just rile her up. âOh! I almost forgot, this is my boyfriendââ
Sheâs cut off by Charles âChickenshitâ Walton, âThe Winter Soldier. We know who he is.â
âAt least heâs a looker,â Seline snickers. âIâll give you that.â
âThe two of you make a great coupleâThe Winter Soldier and Static, ex assassin and ex assassin,â Candace adds with a snide smile. Thereâs more catty bullshit like that from the rest of the crowd but she kinda zones out.
And fuck it all to hell.
Her entire college life was avoiding these fools.
All her life sheâd watched shows about the shitshow that is high school. She hadnât attended it, of course but Harvard was supposed to be her first try. It was supposed to be her playing her hand at being utterly and completely normal, one with the crowd. College wasnât supposed to be as brutal as highschool but not as uncaring as a desk job. It was supposed to be an easy middle between the two. Part of her was excited even. But the reality wasnât all that movies made it out to be.
They were snobs, the fucking lot of them. Always looking at every tiny little detail, studying it a microscope, planning and scheming to find a chink in her armour just to break her down. She didnât understand why then. Why they didnât like her, why she was the outsider. Because despite everything she wasnât exactly that different from them, not to their knowledge at least. Howie was fucking loaded, ipso facto she was too. None of them knew her past but everytime they looked at her their eyes were always hungry, always searching for some weakness.
She gets it now.
It wasnât hunger. It wasnât some twisted version of distrust.
It was straight up jealousy.
They were jealous of her.
They were jealous of her back then and if possible they are even more jealous of her now.
Y/n just laughs. She canât help it, okay? Itâs hilarious.
She really, genuinely believed at one point in her life that these fucking dipshits would figure out her secret, when all they were looking for was a way to top the class. These are some of the smartest individuals sheâs come acrossâgraduates of Harvard Law. Fuck! They were just kids fighting for brownie points when she was fighting for her freedom. God fucking damn it, sheâs been so damn dumb.Â
So she laughs.
Bucky looks at her for a second, raises his brow in concern. She waves her hand at him, letting him know sheâs fine. Itâs just funny.
âSomething funny, Stark?â Archer asks, wearing a smile on his face that contradicts his tone which is just a little too shrill to be considered calm.
She shakes her head but continues chuckling.
âDonât wanna share it with the rest of the class?â Charles bites. âGuess some things just donât change.â
Y/n laughs a little harder. âMy god, Charlie. You sure Iâm the only one not aging here? Cause you sound like a sullen teenager.â She waves off his response before he can even form one. âAnyway, as I was saying, this is my boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanon Barnes.â She drops a kiss on his cheek. âYou can call him Sergeant Barnes⌠Well, except Milkovich. Heâs just Barnes to you, Mick.â
Mickey seems pleased with her words, âNice to meet you, Barnes.â He extends his hand to Bucky who takes it without hesitation. âAlways thought your arm was really cool.âÂ
That one throws Bucky a little. He looks back at her, eyes big and a sneaky curve of his lip. It screams, âWhere the fuck did you find this guy?â But like she said, no filter on that one.Â
âWhy does Milkovitch get special treatment?â Seline rebukes her.
Y/n just shrugs. âCause he wasnât a dick to me in college?â Isnât it obvious?
âExcuse me?â Candace exclaims like the hit was personal. âWe were never anything but generous, which was more than what you deserved considering the shit you pulled.â
âOne, that is wildly inaccurate. You were all dicks, all of you. But I donât think I blame you for it, pompous kids do what pompous kids see. And two, what shit did I pull?â She waves at the bartender asking for a refill.
âYou are seriously going to pretend you donât know?â Archer throws back.
Taking the last sip from her drink she sets the now empty glass down on the nearest table. âYes, enlighten me.â
âYou were sleeping with Professor Keating to get the answers to all the tests,â Charles answers, disdain clear on his face.
âIââ She looks from his face to Bucky's, who feigns shock before breaking into a smile.
Charles cuts her off. âYou hid it well enough but everyone knew you spent most of the free time between classes in his office. You scored well in every single one of his tests, which were impossible to crack and he was always so very eager to call on you in class.â He scoffs. âWe were never able to find any concrete evidence to pin you down, weâll give you that. But that doesnât mean we were naive enough not to see it.â
âIââ She begins laughing again. âProfessor Keating.â Fuck.
âWhatâs so fucking funny, Stark?â Archer pushes her. Well, he tries but before he can grab the collar he was reaching for, Buckyâs metal arm is already pulling him off.
âEasy there, cowboy,â Bucky warns.
âGet your hands off me!â Archer tries to brush Bucky off, pushing him back, trying desperately to get out of his grip, but come on. Itâs Bucky. âWhat do you think youâre doing?!âÂ
âSaving you the ass beating of a lifetime, buddy boy. Be glad itâs me and not her,â Bucky comments causally as he twists Archerâs arm behind his back.
âItâs fine, Sunshine. Let him go,â she coos at him sweetly.
And because heâs Bucky, he urges Archer to take a few steps away from her and then simply lets him go.
âAre you still mentally unstable?! How dare you touch me? Iâm gonna sue your Nazi ass for that!â Archer warns.Â
âI mean, you can try. But heâs got a great lawyer,â Y/n tells him, grabbing her new drink from the waiter. She takes a sip. âGot him pardoned for countless assassinations. You think assault is where I lose that battle?â The blood drains from Archerâs face, all the color is gone. âAnd as for the Professor Keating matter,â she giggles again, before forcing herself to compose. âHe was ex-KGB. I used to hang out with him after class to find out if he knew the updated location of HYDRA bases.â
âEx-KGB?â Seline asks, just as pale as Archer.
âYou expect us to buy that bullshit story? His name was Arthur Keating for Christâs Sake!â Candace shouts.
âWhich he changed when he asked for political asylum here. His real name was Boris Levitsky. His family was murdered by HYDRA when he couldnât free some official high in their ranks. After that he was fairly willing to spill all about them,â Y/n explains.
âTo a college student?â Charles question, clearly not buying it.
âTo an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative,â she corrects.
âYou were an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative back then?â Bucky asks her, reclaiming his position next to her with a steady arm around her waist.
âNo,â she tells him. âBut he didnât know that.â
Buckyâs face breaks into a proud smile. The sprinkles of yellow around the venue seem to be attracted to her sun. They fall softly on his face, lighting up the curve of his cheekbones, the smile lines around his lips. He seems so much more comfortable in his skin than he used to before. And he shines brighter, if that was even possible. She thinks maybe sheâll have to carry sunglasses around from now on.
âHow the fuck did you score so well then?â Seline question, furious at the revelation.
âDid you guys ever think maybe sheâs just that fucking smart?â Bucky throws out, kissing her forehead. âMy sweetheartâs a fucking genius!â He leans in closer. âA lesser man would be very intimidated by that, you know?â
Heâs so close, she can taste his scent on the tip of her tongue. The smell of summer in the woods, and remnants of leather. It drives her insane.
âA lesser man, huh?â She teases. âYouâre not intimidated by it then?â
âOh I am,â he tells her. âJust not very intimidated.â
God, heâs so fucking beautiful.
âHey! Lovebirds! Weâre not done here,â Charles jumps in.Â
Rolling her eyes and reluctantly turning back to face the asshat, she asks, âWhat do you want?â
âWinter Soldier here might think youâre all that, but I know better.â He looks like heâs about to spontaneously combust into flames purely out of anger. âYouâre not that smart. Unlike you, some of us worked hard to get where we are. We didnât rely on fake daddyâs money to make something of ourselves.â
Now thatâs just stupid. âCharlie⌠Come on, man. Howard Stark was not my father, he was my best friend, I just needed a cover. And his money got me nowhere. And, and! The fucker went and got killed before I even graduated.â Buckyâs head falls at the mention, but her time at college was too closely knit to his passing for her to not mention it. âBut even after all that if you think I got in because he bribed the boardâI didnât fucking graduate Summa Cum Laude by kicking my feet and batting my eyelashes. I barely came to college to even do that with perfect follow through. That was my dropping-acid-and-doing-fireball-shots phase. Iâm surprised to be alive, honestly.â She takes a step towards him. âMaybe in retrospect it seems like everything was handed to me on a silver platter now that my life seems so glorious on the outside, but that wasnât the case, dude. Part of me wanted to be a lawyer so I could fight for my freedom if the time ever came.â
âFreedom from what, Stark?!â He yells out. âYour life is fucking perfect! Youâre an Avengers, governments step aside to make way for you. Youâve got a super hot boyfriend who can clearly throw a punch, what more could you possibly want?âÂ
Tony.
I want my brother back.
The answer is right there, on the tip of her tongue. But they donât need to know it. They donât really deserve it. Not their faultâmost people donât.Â
So, instead she steps back, clasps her hands into Buckyâs. âNothing, actually. Youâre right. I couldnât ask for more.â Someone in the back catches her eye then. âLighten up, Charlie.â She looks around at the rest of them. âYouâre supposed to be the brightest minds of the nation, not petty fucking 6th graders. Lighten the fuck up, kids. I assure you there are worse things to be than fucking Harvard graduates.â She pulls Bucky by the hand and this hunk of a man follows along without an ounce of hesitation, as always. She yells out without turning âIâd say it was nice to see you guys, but it really fucking wasnât.â But then her steps halt. She turns, âAll except you, Milkovitch. It really was nice to see you again. Call me sometime, we should catch up.â
âI donât have your number,â Mickey replies innocently.
She smiles. âFine then, Iâll call you.â
âYou donât have my number.â
Her smile just turns mischievous.
Mickey picks up instantly. âOf course,â he says, a little embarrassed. âWorld class spyâI forgot.â
Hugging the man quickly, she turns and grabs Bucky by the hand again and begins walking off.
âThis was amazing! Letâs do this again next year,â Bucky yells out, waving at the gaping faces theyâve left behind.
âShut up, James.â She hushes him without heat.
âWhere you taking me, sweetheart?â He asks, but there is no real curiosity in his question.
So she says as much. âYou donât really seem that curious about it.â
âIâm asking for the fuck of itâto hear you talk. I love hearing you talk.â
âSap.â Sheâs smiling.
âIâll follow you anywhere, donât care where you take me,â he promises.Â
Theyâve stopped walking, her target is in her eyesight so sheâs all too worried. So she takes the moment to drink him in.
âFUCKING SAP,â she chides, pushing him a little.
Bucky (pretends to) stumble. âOnly for you. Always for you,â he tells her, honest and true. He covers the distance between them with a few short steps. His hand comes to caress her jaw, gentlyâalways so gently. He leans in. His lips brush against her as he speaks, âTill the end of my days, sweetheart.â
âTill the end of mine,â she corrects him and then closes the gap.
The best thing about kissing Bucky is that it always feels like the first time. No matter however many times she kisses this boy, every time it feels overwhelmingly new. It feels like her mind is melting, like sheâs turning to mush under his handsâone flesh, the other metal. He always knows how to give her exactly what he craves, maybe because she mostly just craves him.
With one hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back, Bucky pulls her in closer. His tongue tastes of whiskey, but his lips are all him. They are delectable enough to eat. It takes everything in her not to bite down too hard. But she canât resist the urge to pull his lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to leave them red. He kindly obliges by slipping his tongue into the mix. Heâs so hungry for her, heâs always so fucking hungry for her.
Absent-mindedly she thinks maybe he feels it too. The inexplicable newness in the repeated action of kissing each other. Because hunger like thatâhunger like his, seems insatiable. She would give away all of herself to it. Let him consume her whole. She will do just that⌠Just not here, not now.
Reluctantly, with great strength and determination, she pulls herself away.Â
Bucky, this fucker, whimpers. âWhat?â He whines.
She canât help but chuckle. âI need to one thing then we can just get the fuck out of here and do more of thatâa lot more of that.â
He pretends to think for a second but she already knows sheâs won him over. âFine,â he says after a beat. âWhat do you need?â
âAn answer,â she tells him, before fixing herself a bit and walking over to the woman whoâd caught her eye before.Â
Sheâs a tall woman, short black hairâa pixie cut that she pulls off flawlessly. Sheâs standing alone, smoking in the open area of the venue, looking out at the scene ahead of them.
Y/n approaches her cautiously. âJeri Hogarth,â she calls out, making the woman turn. âYouâre a hard woman to reach.â
âY/f/n Stark.â Jeri doesnât even turn to look at her. She keeps on staring straight ahead, smoking. âDid you ever consider, maybe I didnât want to be reached?â
Y/n lets go of Buckyâs hand, but not before giving it a gentle press as a promise to come back soon. She walks up next to Jeri. âI did consider that possibility, but couldnât bring myself to care about it, unfortunately.â
And then, finally Jeri turns to look at her, âWhat do you need for me? I mean it must be something big if you decided to show up here.â
Y/n shrugs. âItâs not big, I wouldn't say. I think itâs more that itâs⌠urgent?â That seems to intrigue Jeri, she cocks her brow in question. And Y/n answers, âI need to speak with Danny Rand.â
That seems to throw Jeri off. âIâI donât know where he is. Besides, if you want his businessââ
âItâs not about Rand Enterprises, Hogarth.â She clicks her tongue in disappointment. Nothing that fucking arbitrary would bring her here. âI want to talk to Dannyâs friend. I want to talk to the Iron Fist.â
âI donâtââ Jeri looks like sheâs at a loss for words which, yeah, a fairly new look on her. Y/n had very rarely seen Jeryn Hogarth lose her calm in class. They shared a lot of them, and while she wasnât exactly kind to Y/n, she wasnât unkind either.
âI know that you know, Jeri. I also know about Jessica Jones and⌠Kilgrave.â Y/n doesnât want to be unkind to her either. âI am sorry about what happenedâŚâ Jeri just looks away. âI wouldnât ask you if it was important, and I wouldn't be looking for Danny if it wasnât urgent. But I need to talk to him.â
âAnd you think I can help?â Jeri challenges, finally finding her ground.
But Y/n isnât here for a fight. âI wouldnât be asking if I didnât know you could.â
âWhy should I?â
âI donât have a very good reason for that. I donât think I have anything of value to you that I could even barter with? But Iâll owe you one,â Y/n offers.
âYouâll owe me one?â She asks, unconvinced.
Y/n shrugs. âYes.â
âAnd thatâs supposed to be good enough?â
For the second time tonight, Y/n just wears a mischievous smile with furrowed brows.Â
Jeri seems to understand her without any words being spoken. âYeah. Thatâs good enough.â She nods. âOkay, I can try to get a message to him, but there is no guarantee that heâll respond.â
âHeâll respond,â Y/n answers easily.
Jeri eyes her suspiciously. âSo, whatâs the message?â
âJust tell him we need to talk,â Y/n answers.
âThatâs all?â
âWhat else am I supposed to fucking say? The peacock rests peacefully in the moonlight?! This isnât Mission Impossible. Iâm not Tom Cruise. I just wanna talk to the dude,â Y/n rebukes.
âFine,â Jeri tries to calm her down half-heartedly, turning back to the view ahead of her.
âThanks, Hogarth,â Y/n says one last time before heading out.
Jeri takes out a fresh cigarette and lights it. âJust remember you owe me one.â
With that out of the way, Bucky and Y/n leave the reunion of the class of '92, hand in hand. Itâs much later when theyâre out for ice cream does Bucky ask the question she had been anticipating the entire night.
âSomething was off tonightâbefore the whole sleeping with the teacher thing.âÂ
She chuckles at his words. âWas there?â She asks.
âYeah,â he doesnât let her dodge it. âYou wanna talk about it?â He does give her the option to opt out. Heâs so considerate, how can she deny him anything?
They are sitting on the curb outside the 24 hour ice cream shop. They are bathed in the harsh light from the streetlight. Bucky, she thinks, somehow manages to still look pretty in that. He has a chocolate ice-cream cone in his hand thatâs melting away at a matching speed to the vanilla cone in hers. Theyâd spent a little too long lost in each otherâs mouths to focus on the ice-cream in a timely fashion. Both of them are now trying to furiously make up for that.
It takes her a moment to find the words. âI⌠Itâs hard looking around at the room and seeing so many people who are⌠who areâŚâ
âOld?â Bucky supplies again.
She shakes her head, laughing and trying to lick the ice cream off the coneâsave it from falling. âNo, Jamie. Not that.â
âThen?â He prompts, leaning to lick the leftover ice cream off her fingers.
Taking in a long breath, she musters up her courage and begins. âTonyâs the same age as Milkovitch. Or well, Tony would have been.â Buckyâs eyes turn softer in an instant. âItâs weird to see itâpeople who used to be young, who used to look like me, a crowd that I could have blended into seamlessly become old and gray. I mean, I lived it with Tony but I was there to see it day in and day out. He aged in front of my eyes, so it feltâit feltâŚâ
âNatural?â Bucky offers.
And yeah. Yeah, it did. So, she nods. âNatural,â she agrees. âI remember when I noticed his first gray hair,â she laughs. âI freaked the fuck out but I didnât want to tell him, cause that seemed fucking shallow, you know? I tried to hide it but man, I donât think I was doing a good job âcause two days later the poor kid had dyed it blackâthat one single strand.â Bucky laughs too. âI think he figured out why it was freaking me out and that was his way ofâI donât knowâcalm me down, maybe?â She clicks her tongue at the thought. âThe wrinkles were an easy adjustment. It began with smile lines, crinkles around his eyes every time heâd laugh at a joke, so it wasâŚâ
âComforting?â Bucky suggests, once again giving her the words she canât seem to find.
She rests her head on his shoulder then, âYes. It was okay after thatâespecially after Pepper. Watching him age began feeling like a privilege. It felt like he was growing old instead of, you know, dying?â
Bucky nods. âAre you worried about that now? With me?â She punches him in the side. âFUCK! What was that for?â
She pulls back to face him, âI am not thinking about that shit yet!â
âOh Iâm sorry!â Bucky yells out annoyed and animated. âI was just drawing the LOGICAL conclusion to the conversation, but of course, that was stupid.â
âYouâre such a little shit, James,â she rebukes him, shoving him and getting back on her feet.
âIâm a shit?! What did I do?!â He gets up as well. âWe keep making grand promises about how weâll love each other to the end of your days because youâll obviously live longer.â
âBUCKY, DONâT SAY THAT!â She begins walking towards their motorbike parked in the parking lot.
He follows behind, âItâs not breaking news, Y/n! Itâs inevitable.â
âBucky!â
âBut I have a plan!â
That makes her halt. She turns to face him, he almost runs into her. âWhatâs the plan?â
He smiles all cheeky and insolent. âFreeze me for a decade once in a while.â She canât believe her ears.âPut me in the fridge every ten years or so for a decade and then pull me out. Iâm also open to being in the freezer for a year with a two year gap in the middle as well.â She wants to punch him again. âI havenât done the math on which will make me live longer but both will definitely extend my lifespan significantly.â She is going to punch him again. âI age a little slower anyway, this was I think we could extend this relationship into the next millennium at leasââ She punches him again. âFUCK! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ONE FOR NOW?âÂ
Turning around, she begins walking off again. âYouâre not ice-cream, Jamie. Iâm not fucking freezing you!â She cans the ice-cream in her hand, having lost her appetite.
He follows her again. âI have another plan!â
âShut up, Barnes!â
âWhat if we ask Banner to make me body like you guys did for Vision?! Put my consciousness in there?â Bucky asks as they reach their motorbike.
She pulls out the keys, handing them off to Bucky. âWhat made him capable of emotions was the Mind Stone, you got any spare of those lying around?â
Bucky hops on the bike and then thinks for a second, âSteve told me you guys put Zola in a big computer kinda thing.â She gets on behind him. âWhat if we did that? I know our sex life might suffer butââ
She punches him right under his ribs..
âSTOP FUCKING PUNCHING ME! These ideas are golden.â
She punches him again.
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