#i haven’t done any coding in a few months but

[noctilucous-sunni]

game developer!creator in sagau that can play around with glitches and bugs, make things spawn or disappear instantly, which everyone perceives as magic or godly powers so therefore you must be the all creator if you can play around with the world as you wish, similar to the matrix in a way :))

(junior?) developer!creator in sagau thinking it must be a dream because how else can you play around with teyvat’s physics as if you’re coding in unity?

developer!creator in sagau saying their thoughts of fixing glitches or adding code out loud and its as if a big code editor pops up in the sky that only you can see which directly allows you to change the world as you see fit (you can even change it to a smaller one)

developer!creator in sagau having too much fun by creating a pen of boars and having them spawn continuously for xiangling and doing the same thing with fish and happily allow klee to go fish blasting forever without even changing the landscape because they can put it back together seamlessly

developer!creator in sagau having too much fun with bombs and spending time with albedo and sucrose in their lab

developer!creator in sagau teasing childe/ayato/cyno during a sparr by making their weapons disappear by muttering lines of code which instead looks like a incantation for a magic spell

developer!creator in sagau drinking with kaeya and venti in angel’s share, only buying one drink but constantly refilling it with their coding prowess causing diluc to frown and later kick kaeya and venti out, but not you, oh not his precious all-creator (that was mildly getting on his nerves)

developer!creator in sagau bonding with layla and kaveh over how stressful university is, complaining and encouraging each other

developer!creator in sagau struggling to figure out how to make themselves fly just so they can try to catch wanderer every time he flys off in a huff or with a teasing mark

developer!creator in sagau being head over heels for dain and trying to spawn a farm of khaenri'ahn flowers, the inteyvat, hoping that he doesn’t hate you because you’re somewhat a god yourself

developer!creator in sagau playing tcg with cyno and tighnari and kaveh and alhaitham and yet completely cheating with their powers just to mess with cyno because they think it’s hilarious and eventually apologize, creating a special deck personalized for him

developer!creator in sagau chatting with alhaitham about the language of code because he’s a little language nerd and learning about how you can literally change the world anytime you want

ALSO i added this real quick, but developer!creator working with albedo to make glasses/contacts because they can’t handle seeing the world in code constantly, they want to experience the world too, plus it gives them headaches

[fangswbenefits]

Tracking

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Breeding kink. Period talk. Miguel going all scientific and keeping track of fertility windows for maximum efficacy. Dry humping. Inspired by this ask.

Miguel was in a bad mood that afternoon. You could see it coming a mile off, because having spent that much time around him over the past years had revealed many warning signs.

The circular platform was lowered all the way down to the floor by the time you walked past the door.

Miguel not turning to acknowledge your presence was warning sign number one.

You strode up to it warily, as if expecting him to explode at any given moment. Trying to lighten the mood, you tip toed to place a sweet kiss to his cheek.

He grumbled in response.

Warning sign number two.

His eyes were fixed on the multiple of screen sprawled in a half-moon in front of him, occasionally tapping and moving them around when needed.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you teased.

“I’m nearly done here.”

“Hello to you, too, grumpy,” you nudged his arm with a smile.

Miguel merely nodded.

Warning sign number three.

At this point, you figured something was definitely going on.

“What’s up?”

“Hmm?”

You sighed. “You look and sound off.”

He tapped on a screen to his left. “You’re on your period.”

“What?”

Usually, that sort of remark would earn any man a slap at worst or a ‘fuck you’ at best. There was no shortage of men who would use women’s hormones as an easy way to deflect their feelings.

But there was something in Miguel’s tone that resembled… disappointment?

He scowled deeply, turning to face you. “You’re not pregnant.”

You stared at him for a long time, before bursting into laughter. “Is that why you’re all grumpy?”

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed, his scowl deepening.

You stopped at once. “Wait… how would you know that?”

He returned his attention to the hovering screens in front of him. “Know what?”

“That I’m on my period?” you asked, suspicion rising inside you. “And I still haven’t gotten it, by the way.”

And just like that, Miguel’s crimson eyes were on you expectantly. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

You folded your arms while tapping your foot lightly. “No. You answer me first.”

Miguel knew better than to antagonise you, especially now that you had information that interested him.

Dragging his index finger across the panel, you saw a file pop up with your name. That didn’t seem odd at all. Every spider in Nueva York was required to have one that displayed several strategic details as well as bio data that was fed by the dimensional travel watch. Your heart rate was at a steady 67 beats per minute.

“What about it?”

He tapped on a second tab that read ‘Fertility’.

Nothing could have prepared you for the influx of information you were about to be bombarded with.

And what it concerned.

July 4th

Cycle day 1 - low chance of pregnancy

Fertility window - 12 to 18

Ovulation day - 17 (high chances of pregnancy)

“You’re tracking my period?!” you snapped in utter disbelief.

“I’m tracking your fertility window.”

You glared at him. “How is that any different?”

“It’s not. Just nomenclature,” he shrugged casually as if talking about the change of weather outside.

You shot Miguel a death glare, before shoving him to the side, gaining full access to the flickering orange screen. The data collected went back as far as three months ago.

Miguel had been tracking your fertility window for months now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shifted to stand behind you, easily towering with his impressive height. “It’s my responsibility to get you pregnant.”

Your eyes widened partially in disbelief, but mostly at the realisation that this shouldn’t be a shocking revelation.

Miguel had to be in control at all times. It was embedded in his genetic code. A few months ago you had casually joked that you wouldn’t mind having a child soon.

It seemed that it was all the motivation he needed to begin his quest.

Now it made perfect sense why he had been so insistent on always cumming inside you. You just didn’t think he would be this dedicated.

Joke’s on you.

“But it seems the data is wrong,” he said lowly, arms circling around you to have his hands atop yours on the keyboard. “You can edit it,” he whispered, pressing himself fully against you.

The added pressure pushed your lower half gently against the control table, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“Are you trying to seduce me, so I ignore all of this?” you whispered, enjoying how the proximity was having a noticeable effect on his cock.

He rolled against you slowly. “Me? Of course not.”

His fingers intertwined with yours, and you watched your heart rate on the screen soar to 78 beats per minutes.

You fought back a whimper, as he was nipping at your neck, fangs lightly poking at sensitive skin. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively, you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

90 beats per minute.

“Let me get a blood sample so I can test out,” he said, his erection pressed against your ass.

“Someone really wants to be a dad,” you said with a teasing smile.

99 beats per minute.

His other hand came to grip your jaw, tilting your head until you met his eyes. “I need you to get pregnant.”

Your breath was coming out in shallow pants as he kept humping you at a steady and torturous pace.

“You mean… you need to breed me, right?”

109 beats per minute.

His eyeds widened lightly and he thrusted harshly into you, causing a jolt of pleasure to travel all the way down to your clit. “That’s the same thing, cariño.”

You gave him a knowing smile. “Nomenclature and all that.”

Masterlist

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Code of Conduct 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work. 

Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

“Mr. Rogers’ office. This is Rosie, how can I hel--” 

“Where is he?” Peggy’s voice cuts over your own. 

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Rogers, he’s currently in a meeting--” 

“Get him.” 

“Mrs.--” 

“Don’t argue with me. Go get him. Are you not his assistant?” She challenges brusquely. 

Her accent adds to the sharpness of her words. Her curt demeanour is a stark contrast to her husband. Your boss is always amiable, accommodating even, but the few times you’ve dealt with his wife have been similarly tense. You put a smile on so she can’t hear your anxiety. 

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” you preen, “I’ll put you on a quick hold.” 

“No, you will get him. No hold.” 

You suck in a sigh and hold your breath in your chest, “of course.” 

You set the phone down. You don’t see how her hearing your desktop will be any better but you wouldn’t want to irritate her further. It must be urgent. 

You stand and smooth out your dress. You step out from behind your desk, digging your nails into your palms as you ball your fists tight. You get nervous about most things. Answering the phone took your months to get used to and even now you tend to fumble over your words. 

You go to the door and brace yourself. You don’t know why you expect Mr. Rogers to be upset. He’s never been anything close to rude. Maybe short in times of stress but not unpleasant. You knock and wait as you twiddle your fingers against your striped pleats. 

It isn’t Mr. Rogers who answers by Mr. Barnes. You give a sheepish smile, “excuse me, doll.” 

He steps past you and you bid him a good day. He leaves without further courtesy and Mr. Rogers calls your name from within, “need something?” He asks. 

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Rogers is on the phone.” 

He doesn’t seem happy about that. His cheek dimples and he nods, wiggling his pen at you, “patch her through.” 

You go back to your desk and pick up the receiver, “hello, Mrs. Rogers, he’s available now--” 

“I don’t want to talk to you, honey. Where is my husband?” 

You transfer her without another word. Phew. You almost feel bad for your boss as you hear him pick up in his office. His tone is low and dull. 

You try not to overhear, letting his conversation drone into a buzz. There’s enough work to be done without worrying about his personal life. Your own afterhours concerns are more than concerning. You wouldn’t say you have much going on and that’s the problem. It’s moment like those that ease your envy of others’ full plates. 

You haven’t seen the girls lately. The group chat’s been quiet but you suppose you could go ahead and say hi. Your weekly cocktails petered out to biweekly, then monthly, and now you can’t remember the last time you let go with a mimosa. 

You peek over your desk and back at your screen. It’s not only on them to keep things going. You pick up your phone and open the chat. The last message is a meme Elfie sent about printers. You shake your head and send a little waving sticker, keying in a message. 

‘Long time no see! I’m in need of drinks. Anyone free? When’s best? Hope you’re all taking care.’ 

You’re professional tone shines through even on WhatsApp. It’s a bit lame but you’re an entirely different person in text. Most people are surprised to meet the mousy secretary hiding behind her screen after the lively back and forth in Outlook. 

You set your phone down and try not to stare at it. A reply never comes while you’re waiting for it, nor does water boil when you’re watching it. As you click around and try to remember where you were, the silence sinks in. Your realisation brings your eyes up as quickly as Mr. Rogers shadow. 

You bat your lashes at him in surprise, “need something, sir?” 

He gives a half-smile, the type weighed down by disappointment. He sighs and crosses his arms, leaning on the door frame, “you hungry?” 

“Um, well, it’s only eleven,” you shrug. 

“Mm, yeah,” he unfolds one arm to rub his neck, “I’m restless. You feel like getting lunch early?” 

“Sure, I can run out and grab you something,” you stand eagerly. 

“No, uh,” he drops his arm back over his other, “together. I had a reservation for me and Peggy but she canceled. I’d hate to inconvenience the restaurant and I just can’t sit and mope in my office.” 

“Oh, okay, I guess that works...” 

“Do you need to ask your boss?” He scoffs. 

You laugh at his joke, “do I?” 

He smiles, a real smile and drops his arms, “my treat. You know what, you earned it. You work so hard around here, a little employee appreciation is overdue.” 

“That’s so nice,” you chime, “uh, sir, I... I should leave an away message, should I?” 

“Oh, who cares, come on.” 

“Well, I mean...” 

“Ah, I get it, boss is a real hard ass,” he winks. 

“Sir,” you giggle nervously and teethe your lip. He watches your mouth. 

“You can catch up later. Come on, I haven’t played hooky in years.” 

“Hooky?” You stammer. 

He laughs, “a goody two shoes. It’s why I hired you but it’s okay to let loose once in a while.” 

“I know, Mr. Rogers, it’s just... it’s work.” 

“Too much of it and you’ll turn into me,” he huffs. “Please, I’m sure your husband would hate if you were never home. Never answered the phone.” 

“If I had one, probably,” you blurt out then look away shyly. 

“Really? I thought...” he begins and shakes his head, “doesn’t matter. I’ll grab my jacket and we’ll go. I missed breakfast.” 

“Um, sure, sir,” you agree and put your hand on the phone. 

When he turns, you look down. Missie sent a reply; ‘please, drinks are required!’ Ooh! Yay. 

[rosygames]

hello!

Hello, everyone. I apologize for the year and a half long silence. I have my reasons. Last I posted here, I was talking about how the heatwave in the Philippines had gotten so severe that I was having headaches and missing classwork. It did get better! However, there was a problem with itch.io where it wouldn’t work on our internet provider (Globe, I don’t know if any Filipinos here had the same problem a year ago). We had asked for help but apparently the site was blocked for our internet provider and we were asked to pay extra to have it unblocked. We didn’t do that since it was quite expensive for a monthly bill. It started working again, for some reason. I don’t know if it’ll go back to being unusable but it’s been going well for some months now.

Then, late last year something had happened in my personal life that I don’t wish to share. It’s incredibly private and basically affected every part of my life for the next year. I had to drop a few classes, and that did cause me to not graduate “on time”. Again, I don’t wish to share because it’s still sort of a sore topic and it’s incredibly private but it affected basically our entire household.

For quite some time, I was ready to just not continue this game. For months, I mostly focused on getting work done on academic projects instead of doing anything creative just for myself. I also wasn't sure if people would still be interested in reading this game, anyway, so I was scared to come back and put effort into it.

However, I did still keep coming back to mess with the code of what I’ve done for the Twine rewrites, and I kept adding more information to the lore I’d created. I kept trying to fix problems, writing down new ideas. To graduate, we’re supposed to work on a “special project” and I also picked this game to work on it because I wanted to work on something I was into, instead of the number of other less exciting (imo) options. Clearly, I wasn’t done with this game.

For the past few months, I’ve been working on the game. I did it for my project but since I was going deep into the game, I thought why not just continue it here? I haven’t been pushing updates because I am still working on basically overhauling the entire game. I added to the UI of the game and the lore, and I’m fixing the characters (and romantic options) so it isn’t too daunting in the long run.

I only have the prologue at the moment and it isn’t fully ready. I’m polishing some things and I’ll be busy the rest of the year, but I think I can get the prologue up and running early next year, then Chapter 1 some time after. I will be creating a new account since this is filled with old lore and I wanted to separate my personal account from the game dev account.

For those still interested, I’ll post about the new account once it’s ready. I do apologize for the long break, it’s unfortunate but life was not kind to me and I entered a burnout phase because of it. I also had to prioritize my catching up to everything I missed academics-wise late last year to the first half of this year. I hope even just a fraction of y’all are still interested!

I’ll be back with the new account and the prologue soon. Have a happy holidays, everyone! I hope the next year is kinder to all of us!

[redrose10]

Here is #6 from the photo game!

Warnings: Swearing, hints of cheating, anxiety, depression

A relaxing weekend spent at a cabin with your boyfriend sounded like an amazing idea at the time. No distractions, no work, just you and Yoongi spending a few days together. The fall time was the busiest time of the year thanks to the leaves changing and the brisk air making cuddling by the fireplace more desirable. To make sure you got the reservation and to get the best deal you booked the cabin six months in advance.

Then life happened and you and Yoongi got in an argument. It wasn’t anything new. You two had been together for four years and had arguments every now and then like any couple. You could tell something was different this time though. He seemed angrier, less willing to communicate and more closed off. You walked into the bedroom to give each other some space expecting to work things out later. Ten minutes went by and Yoongi walked in with red eyes and his cheeks soaked with tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t do this any more.”, he whispered before shoving some of his clothes in a bag and running out the door. That was two months ago and you haven’t spoken since.

“Y/N you should go on the trip. Take a relaxing weekend for yourself. You deserve it.”, your best friend said over dinner.

The romantic trip you had planned with Yoongi was coming up. After all that happened you had forgotten to cancel it before the required date and now it was too late. The trip was non-refundable at this point. You thought about just loosing out but it was a lot of money.

“I don’t know. I wish you were available to go with me. Isn’t it kind of weird to go alone? Yoongi also helped pay so I don’t really think it’s fair for only me to go and even worse what if he shows up?”, you questioned.

“Y/N first off you paid for half the trip too so it’s just as much yours as it is his. Secondly I really doubt he even remembers it’s coming up. He looks pretty busy right now anyways.”

You followed her line of sight until your stomach dropped at what you saw. While you were barely able to function the last couple months Yoongi appeared to happily be on a date with another woman across the restaurant like he had moved on with no issue.

“How could he move on from me so fast?”, you asked rhetorically.

Your friend shrugged, “Maybe he’s known her for a while. He could’ve been cheating on you for all we know.”

“No he wouldn’t have done that to me. He wouldn’t have cheated.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”, she said pointing over in Yoongi’s direction. The woman he was with had turned around to grab her bag and you gasped, “Nari?”

You bit your lip trying not to cry. Nari was a producer that worked for the same company as Yoongi. She made you feel really insecure from the moment you met her. She was beautiful and smart and funny and worked as a producer just like Yoongi so they had a lot in common. You were suspicious from the first time you met her. It definitely crossed your mind a few times that maybe he liked her more than he lead on. He assured you over and over that she was nothing more than a coworker though and that you had absolutely nothing to worry about. You believed him. And now here he was staring into her eyes just two short months after breaking your heart into a million pieces. You started to wonder if maybe he really had been cheating on you that whole time. Your sadness and hurt began to change to anger the more you pondered that.

Suddenly you stood up grabbing your things. “Where are you going?”, your friend questioned confused.

“Home. I’ve got a trip to pack for.”, you gritted through your teeth.

The drive up the mountain to your cabin was a little scarier than you expected. You took your bag out of the back seat and entered in the code that the rental company had given you to gain access to the front door.

The cabin was adorable and you were really happy with your choice. It was tiny but enough for two people and more than enough for just one. The bedroom and the bathroom were at the back of the cabin and after your long stressful drive you wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and lay in bed and relax for a while before dinner.

You were drying your hair after your shower when you heard the front door open and shut followed by some jingling keys. Immediately you went into panic mode. You were alone in a cabin in the middle of the mountains. You couldn’t run anywhere and no one would hear you scream. You grabbed the fire poker from the bedroom fire place to use as a weapon and then slowly tiptoed down the hall ready to fight whomever was entering the cabin.

“What are you doing here?”, a deep familiar voice asked before you could speak. “Me?! What are you doing here?”, you spat back at Yoongi who was glaring at you.

For a brief moment you were a little relieved to see him and not a serial killer ready to claim their next victim but that relief was quickly replaced with anger.

“Seriously Yoongi, why are you here?”

Suddenly it hit you, what if he was here with Nari? Like what if he brought her here to enjoy the romantic couples trip you had planned for the two of you. You felt sick at the thought.

“I paid for half of this trip too. I need some time alone so I can work and get some stuff done.”

“What too many “distractions” at home?”, you rolled your eyes immediately thinking about him and another woman.

“Yeah actually there are. Not that it’s any of your business.”, he clapped back.

That hurt and your angry confidence faltered. Your lip began to quiver. You knew you needed to get away from him before he could see you cry.

“Fine. Do what you want. I’ll be in the bedroom.”, you said storming off and slamming the door shut behind you.

When you woke up the room was completely dark. The curtains were still open and it was clearly the middle of the night. You didn’t mean to cry yourself to sleep but you must’ve been more exhausted than you thought.

You were stretching out on the bed when your stomach started to rumble reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since the morning. Slowly cracking open the bedroom door you were met with silent darkness. Maybe you got lucky and Yoongi decided to go back home. That would be ideal you thought.

You tiptoed down the hall only to be met with the sound of soft snores coming from the couch. You peaked over finding Yoongi sound asleep all wrapped up in a blanket. He looked so cuddly and warm and you missed falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

Thankfully your stomach grumbled again getting you back on the right track. Yoongi was not yours to cuddle any more anyways.

The kitchen was small but livable. As quietly as possible you poked around hoping to find something you could quickly turn into a meal. Unfortunately thanks to the events earlier you didn’t even think to go to the grocery store to stock up so the kitchen was bare. You chugged a large glass of water hoping it would hold you over a few more hours until you could go get breakfast somewhere.

You turned to rinse out your glass when you saw a note sitting on the counter. The handwriting familiar,

“Pizza in the fridge. Promise I didn’t poison it. Just didn’t want to wake you. -Yoongi.”

You wanted to cry. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to run into the living room and hug him. But instead you chose to just take a slice of pizza, conveniently with your favorite toppings which only made you want to cry more, and headed back to your room to hideout until the morning.

Somehow you managed to doze off again for another few hours. The bright sun shining through the crack in your curtains waking you up this time. You got ready for the day, putting a little more effort into your appearance than you had for the last couple months. You kept telling yourself it had absolutely nothing to do with Yoongi.

The kitchen was filled with the scent of pepperoni and garlic. Just as you walked in Yoongi was pulling what was left of the pizza out of the oven.

“This will have to do for breakfast. We’ll have to go into town and get some groceries.”, he said when he noticed you.

“Oh if you want to make a list I can just go. You said you had a lot of work to do.”, you replied wanting to avoid having to spend so much time with him.

But he shook his head, “It rained quite a bit last night. The roads might be rough. We’ll go together.”

You knew there was no use in arguing with him and maybe a small part of your heart warmed up at the thought that he still worried about you like that.

“Okay. We can leave after breakfast.”, you nodded.

The drive into town was silent and uneventful. The little town was cute to say the least. You even took note of the realty company there because you wouldn’t mind moving there some day.

At the grocery store you both quickly gathered what you needed. Mostly snacks since you were only there for one more night. You grabbed some fruit and a giant tub of ice cream. Yoongi grabbed a six pack and some instant noodles.

He surprised you when he suggested you both stop for lunch. You really wanted to say no but he was driving so you didn’t have much of choice anyways. You ended up at a quaint little cafe. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming even though the tension between you and Yoongi was ice cold.

You were sat on the back patio over looking the beautiful fall foliage. Several outdoor fire pits provided more than enough warmth.

“So how have you been?”, Yoongi awkwardly asked.

“Fine I guess. Not as good as you apparently.”, you replied harsher than you meant to.

“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked confused.

You went to apologize but were interrupted.

“Alright did you two decide what you’re having today?”, the waiter Jin asked.

“Uh yeah just the classic burger for me.”, Yoongi replied.

“The harvest soup please.”, you said handing him your menu.

After he walked away the tension between you both was thicker than before.

You realized that Yoongi had been kind through the whole trip. Saving pizza for you, sleeping on the couch without argument so you could have the bed, heating up breakfast, taking you into town and paying for the groceries, now taking you to a nice cafe and trying to have a civil conversation. You realized you had been the one making things difficult.

“Hey Yoongi I’m sorry about what I sa-“, you began but his phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and you felt your blood boil when you saw the contact name flashing on the screen, Nari.

“Sorry Y/N. I have to take this.”, he said walking away from the table.

“Of course.”, you scoffed thankful that you didn’t fully apologize yet.

Feeling anxious and not wanting to just sit there any more you walked over to the balcony so you could look out over the property.

“They’re beautiful aren’t they?”, a guy said next to you. He pointed out to the field after noticing your confusion, “The trees.”

“Oh yeah. They’re gorgeous.”, you chuckled.

“They’re tulip trees. They’re even more beautiful when they bloom in the spring.”, he said, “I’m Namjoon by the way.”

He smiled flashing you the prettiest dimples you’d ever seen.

“Y/N”, you said, “Maybe I’ll have to come back in the spring to see them in bloom. That sounds quite nice actually.”

“Oh you’re not a local?”, he asked, “You know… if you want I could show you around the town a little.”

“I’d like that, but I’m just here on a little weekend trip. I leave tomorrow.”

“Oh Uhh are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?”

Your brows furrowed, “What? No I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Namjoon awkwardly chuckled, “Well um does that guy know that because he’s currently staring at us like he wants to kill me?”

You looked where he was pointing to see Yoongi standing there. His hands in his pockets while he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. And he was in fact staring daggers at you. You knew just from that look that he was furious.

“Don’t worry. He’s just a complicated friend thing person….”, you cringed.

“Okay well if you want to give me call I’d be happy to show you around. Maybe don’t bring your friend thing though.”, he laughed handing you his number.

You walked back to the table just as Jin dropped off your meals. You both ate in silence and that carried over to the drive back to the cabin too.

Once the groceries were unloaded Yoongi grabbed his headphones and laptop and went out to the back deck without a word.

You stood and watched him work for a while. The Yoongi that you knew all these years would never just give you the silent treatment. He discussed what was bothering him so that you could work together to solve it.

He answered another phone call. You figured it was Nari again so you walked away to give him some privacy.

You had just finished plating up dinner when Yoongi came walking back inside. He eyed the food and then you. “We didn’t have much to make a big meal but I put together what I could.”, you said shifting awkwardly under his gaze.

“Not hungry.”, he scoffed before turning to walk back outside.

“Seriously Yoongi, what the fuck is your problem?”

He stopped and turned to look at you, “I don’t have a problem. Why don’t you go out and have a nice dinner with your little friend you met earlier.”

You hated that you could feel tears already begin to form, “You’re one to talk.”

With three long strides he was right in front of you giving you somewhat of a startle, “Me? I haven’t done anything other than be a heartbroken mess these last two months without you but the minute a cute guy flirts with you then you’re practically trying to fuck him right there.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Your heart rate was skyrocketing. From his pocket you could hear his phone ringing again and it all came back to you.

“At least I waited until you broke up with me. You are the asshole who was cheating on me the whole time.”, you whispered as the realization of your words hit you. Tears began freely falling as you turned and ran back into the bedroom closing the door behind you.

You never expected that this trip would be filled with so much crying and hurt. It was supposed to be relaxing and fun.

You waited a while until you had calmed down and then decided you weren’t spending another night in the same cabin with Yoongi so you grabbed your bag and packed up your clothes. You did a double check making sure you had everything and with your car keys in hand you pulled open the bedroom door only to hear a loud thud followed by a groan.

Quickly you found the hall light switch flipping it on only to find a very buzzed Yoongi rolling around on the floor. The six pack he had gotten at the store now empty and tossed around him.

“Y/N please don’t leave. I need you.”, he slurred.

You looked over his face. He looked just as bad as you did if not worse. Clearly he had been crying. His nose was bright red and his eyes still teary.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”, you sighed while helping him up thankful you talked him out of the twelve pack.

Worried that he would roll off the couch you decided to let him have the bed. You were leaving anyways so it didn’t matter. Once he was all tucked in you tried once again to leave but he grabbed your wrist, “Y/N you can’t leave. I already lost you once and I can’t…I can’t do it again.”

He started to cry. You started to cry. You agreed to stay.

When you woke up the next morning Yoongi was already staring at you.

“I never cheated on you with Nari. I know that’s what you think happened.”, he said getting right to the point like the Yoongi you knew.

You stared at him in silence. Your throat was sore and your head hurt from all the crying.

He took a deep breath before continuing, “Y/N, I broke up with you because that’s what I thought was best for you. Just it’s just that the last couple months I felt like I was drowning. Work was piling up, I was spending less and less time with you. My mental and physical health were deteriorating. I saw how worried you were about me. I saw how sad you were. How tired you were. All because of me. And then I had a realization that I didn’t bring anything positive to our relationship. So when we got into that fight I saw it as my way to get you out of this. To free you from me.”

He paused for a second. He used his thumb to wipe away some of your tears that you hadn’t even realized were there again.

“But after we broke up I realized how much you held me together. I couldn’t function without you but every time I’d pick up my phone to call you or every time I’d stand outside your door ready to knock I would remind myself that this was what’s best for you. You wouldn’t be able to live your life if I was there dragging you down. But I’ve been a complete mess since that night. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. My work was slipping so bad and that’s why I had that dinner with Nari. The one you saw me at. She’s a head producer now and technically my boss. She told me that if I didn’t get my shit together that they would have to terminate my contract. That’s why she keeps calling me, to check in and see how my progress is coming along. And I’m sorry about what I said about you and that guy. If you want to go out with him it’s none of my business. I’ll work through my feelings alone.”

You sat for a moment trying to process everything that you just heard because you had no idea that he was feeling that way.

“Yoongi I’m sorry that you felt like that but you don’t get to make that decision for me. I would go to hell and back for you and with you. Part of being in a relationship is being there through not only the good times but the difficult ones too.”

After you heard sniffles coming from next to you, you noticed that he was crying. You pulled him into your lap which he happily allowed wrapping his arms around you and pulling himself as flush against you as he could. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your next to soothe himself.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I actually wanted was trying to do the opposite.”, he spoke through sobs.

“Shhh shhh I know. We can talk more about it later.”

And you did have a long discussion about all of the events that lead up to that moment. It was much needed and helped you both to open up and put all of your feelings out there.

You agreed to take things slow but you spent the rest of the day happily wrapped in each others arms by the fireplace just like you had originally planned .

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Surprise

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: love them and this request 🩷

warnings: eating, food, calling kraft dinner bad even though i eat it like once a week

word count: 840

Y/n was so excited to see Luke, they haven’t been together in person for around a month because Y/n was busy in LA filming the next season of the Evelyn Hugo series. And now that that was done filming she quickly got on the next plane to New Jersey to see the boy. She purposely told him she would be there a day later than she actually was because she wanted to surprise him.

Just now she was in the elevator of the building, Jack had told her the code to get into the apartment building so as to not alert Luke of the surprise, when she got a call from the very boy she was going to see. Fishing the phone out of her pocket and glancing at the caller ID brought a soft smile to her face, “Hey, baby.” “Hey” 

She heard the sound of pots and pans crashing together in the background of the call, “What’re you doing, hun?” “I’m cooking!” “You know how to do that?” She said in a teasing voice as the elevator door opened to the boy's floor, she continued the conversation as she walked towards his door. 

“Yes! I do..” His voice slightly unsure, “Sounds like you’re having trouble.” She mumbles, now at his door trying to be quiet and waiting to knock, “Well the directions are unclear.” “Well, I’ll help you.” “How-” He was cut off by the sound of knuckles knocking against his door. He mumbled a small ‘one sec’ before making his way to answer the door which made the girl laugh.

The door opened revealing the smiling girl, and the very happily shocked boy. Almost without thinking Luke brings Y/n into a big hug, lifting her off the ground with his hand under her thighs. His forehead rested against her collarbone, as if he didn’t believe she was there, like she would slip away at any moment. After a few more moments, whispering their greetings small ‘hello’s and soft ‘i love you’s coming from both.

Luke finally let the girl slip down, her feet once again finding the floor. And as Luke goes to grab his girl’s suitcase, said girl did a once over of the apartment only to see water boiling over the pot and all over the stove, “Luke!” She rushed over to the stove a took the pot of the element and turned the heat down, “Who let you cook unsupervised?” “Jack usually does it.” 

He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walked down the hallway to his room where he set the girl’s bags down and came back to the kitchen to now find that Y/n had taken over the entire operation of making dinner.

“You’re not having boxed mac & cheese for dinner.” She muttered, shaking her head and placing the box back in the cupboard. Collecting a few things she sees in the cupboards and fridge to make him a good dinner. She found an onion, which she was very surprised by. It must have been the influence of Jack’s girlfriend. 

Y/n was already cutting up the onions when Luke came back into the kitchen, and ofcourse Luke came up from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder to watch her actions. He eventually asked to help so she gave him little jobs. Then they sat on the couch, Y/n between Lukes legs as they ate dinner and ended up watching ‘10 things I hate about you’ per Y/n’s request, really it was just because she loved Luke’s reaction when she wouldn’t shut up about how hot Heath Ledger is in it.

“-and he is just, like, beyond what should be humanly capable, y’know?” Grabbing his drink from the side table, Luke says, “He’s good as the joker.” This caused the girl to let out a small laugh.

After the movie the two turned on a show, and just cuddled and talked until they would hopefully fall asleep together.

“Why do all NHL players like golf?” “I don’t know.. It’s a sport to play in summer? And I guess you don’t have to think too hard, and we can just hang out and talk?” 

They were now laying across the couch, Y/n’s head on his chest, Luke’s hands running up and down the girl’s back under her shirt as ‘Bob’s burgers’ played in the background. She drew small doodles on his bicep, as they both lolled each other to sleep as they talked. 

“That makes more sense than what I thought.” “What did you think?” “I thought it was because it’s the same action.. Or close.” 

She didn’t expand thinking Luke understood, she assumed that was self-explanatory, but then Luke asked, “What?” “Y’know, like, shooting a puck and hitting a golf ball is the same action in the hips.” “Okay.” Luke said, softly chuckling as he brought one hand to the girl’s hair, giving her head scratches and twirling the strands between his fingers. 

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Sacred New Beginnings (part 1)

This is a story over the weekend of Mav and Penny’s wedding, you and Bradley had been engaged and it had all gone to shit, with you back in town for the impending nuptials will you find your way back to each other? Or will you realize you were meant to be with someone else all along?

Pairing(s)- Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- drinking, language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut. 18+

Song inspo- I bet you think about me- ts, the story of us- ts, Cornelia street- ts (yes I’m very taylor coded with this series lmao)

You’d begged Jake to keep it to himself, at least until you could get your bearings in North Island and talk to Bradley yourself. It had been 6 months since the two of you split, he’d put his mother’s ring on your finger and promised you a lifetime but it certainly didn’t turn out like either of you planned. Everything crashing and burning before you ever got a chance to say I do. Now you were back in San Diego at the request of Maverick and Penny for their long awaited nuptials and no matter where you looked all you saw was Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake Seresin was your former front seater, the two of you flew a handful of missions together when you’d been stationed here before. You trusted each other in a way most people didn’t, going through countless near death situations will do that to someone. As you stepped out of the airport into the cool night air you could see him leaning against his ridiculous fully kitted Ford F-150, you could take the man out of Texas but he’d be a cowboy no matter where he went.

“There she is! Stormy girl you are a sight for sore eyes!” He scoops you up in a big bear hug and you finally feel yourself relax, tension melting away just being able to be with your best friend like this.

“Hey douchebag, missed you so much” you say punching his shoulder and letting him lead you into the truck, peeling out of the lot and onto the dark highway.

There’s just something about him that calms you down. Everyone gets the big bad “Hangman” persona and while you’ve witnessed it more times than you can count he’s never once treated you that way. Being around him now feels like home and you need that more than ever knowing the heartache that’s bound to seep into what should be a fairytale weekend. You wring your hands nervously, you know you need to ask but you don’t want to pop the happy bubble you both are in. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“So please tell me you kept your damn mouth shut Jakey, last thing I want to do this weekend is cause a scene. Just want to watch Mav and Penny say I do and head back to Florida with no casualties.”

He frowns at you from across the console, mussing your hair with his hand, he loves having you back here, nothing has felt quite the same without you in his daily life. He knew you’d want to know about he who must not be named (yes Jake considers Bradley to be the Voldemort in your story, no he won’t apologize for it) but he had hoped you’d give yourself some time to adapt first.

“I promise darling, haven’t said a word, hand to God. We will make this weekend a blast and send you on back without a hitch, so long as ol’ Rooster keeps his nose clean we shouldn’t have an issue.”

Just hearing his name causes your heart to lurch, you’ve done so good about avoiding him; blocking his socials and refusing to stalk any of the daggers insta’s for pictures of your former lover.

“How is he?” You say quietly, inspecting your hands in your lap now, refusing to look up for fear that Jake will see your tells; he always does though.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, he wasn’t ready to break your heart again, so he rattled off a bare bones list of info you were looking for, not willing to succumb to the rumors floating around that would only rile you up. The last thing you needed was to spend the weekend drowning in what went wrong and what could have been.

“Recently got promoted to lieutenant commander, got a dog a few weeks ago, no I don’t know if he’s dating anyone and no I wouldn’t tell you if I did. We aren’t doing this to ourselves you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong and self preservation isn’t a bad thing. Now you must be starving so let’s go get you some In and Out to celebrate my favorite girl being back home.”

Across town in a little craftsman style house by the beach, Bradley Bradshaw is pacing his halls. Mav asked him to be best man and he’s determined to make this speech perfect, but every time he tries to sit down and write out the words describing true love and destiny all he can think of is you. The two of you had been so happy, but then he had to go and fuck everything up. He knew you were the one from the minute he met you; all sharp tongue and attitude, truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t easy to get you to come around, you’d made it a rule not to date in your squad but somehow he had broken down your walls. When a particularly dangerous mission left him with substantial injuries you’d been paralyzed with fear. If he was just a friend like you claimed then why did it feel like your heart would explode if you never saw him again? The two of you danced around each others feelings for weeks after until one night of partying at Phoenix and Coyote’s you’d kissed him. Everything felt like it fit in that moment.

A year later he was standing on the beach with roses and Carole Bradshaw’s wedding ring asking you to be his forever, you’d said yes before he could even finish talking; fully confident in the choice you were making. Standing in his house now, no wife and no family he couldn’t help the tears that spilled down his face, regret flooding his senses at how he’d let it all fall apart.

He let his hubris get the best of him. He was the best at what he did, always making sure he went the extra mile to prove himself; constantly fighting living in Goose and Maverick’s shadow. So when a mission came up and you and Jake had been chosen, he’d felt deflated; why hadn’t he been picked? What made Jake the better pilot? What made you more qualified? He went to higher ups to plead his case, never once thinking about the aftermath and how his choices in this would affect you. Needless to say it ended badly, you and Jake being grounded and Bradley flying the mission. Someone unfortunately had let it slip at the bar one night that he’d intervened, costing you an important promotion opportunity and choosing his career over you.

You’d felt betrayed, how could you trust him to be your life partner if he couldn’t even support you in your career? You’d requested an immediate transfer, packed your things and left the ring in your shared home, leaving a note briefly explaining your reasoning and that you’d never wanted it to end this way. He had ruined everything, he tried to convince Jake to give him your new number but Hangman could be ruthless when he wanted to be. Refused to help in any way and made sure Bradley knew that he’d been the getaway car; he would always choose you and your happiness unlike Bradley who’d chosen career over love.

Bradley hated him, but he knew he couldn’t fault him for his decision. If he’d just given that level of care when it counted he’d probably still have you, instead of an empty house and a head full of what ifs. He’d been a terrible fiancé, sure he’d doted on you and always told everyone you were his everything, but he also loved attention. So he’d let girls at the bar flirt sometimes, make excuses that it was just his personality and that he didn’t mean anything by it because of course you were the only one for him. He’d dulled your shine to lift himself up far too many times and he knew deep down he didn’t deserve a second chance. Giving up on his speech for the night he poured another scotch and made his way to bed, there was no mental preparation on earth that would make any of this easier.

Friday morning came bright and early, you stumbled your way through Jake’s apartment letting the smell of coffee carry you to the kitchen. He’d left a post it on the carafe, telling you to be ready by 6 for drinks at the hard deck and you laughed at the familiarity of it all; some things truly did stay the same. Six pm rolled around all too soon and you were dressed in your favorite sundress, your hair and makeup set to perfection as Jake pulled the two of you into the lot of the beloved navy bar. Pulling you from your thoughts he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable you just say the word and we’re out, no muss no fuss. You just relax and enjoy tonight with our friends.”

You smiled up at him, grateful that he always seemed to know what you needed to hear.

“Come on Tex let’s get in there and celebrate our friends.”

The bar was closed to only friends and family tonight, everyone near and dear to the happy couple congregating for their rehearsal dinner. Stepping inside it was like being transported back to the past; sounds, smells, everything was the same as it had been when you left. Jake goes in ahead of you, keeping an eye out for a certain mustached aviator but as you both made it to the bar the general consensus was that he hadn’t made it yet. You greeted Penny and Mav with hugs and congratulations, both so glad that you could make it. Mav caught your eye as you ordered a drink from Jimmy, and you knew what he had to say before he even started.

“He-“

“I’m sure he does Pete. I wish it changed anything, but it doesn’t. This is your day, you don’t need to waste it worrying about the past, I’m ok I promise.”

He just wanted his godson to be happy, you knew that. But it wasn’t that easy, too much time had passed and you were uneasy enough thinking about having to see him tonight. So with a squeeze to his arm and a smile you made your way across the bar to the pool tables and your former squad.

Rowdy and full of mischief, that’s the best way you could describe them, whooping and cat calling you as you crossed the threshold as they enveloping you in hugs and remarks at how you’d been missed. Phoenix sidles up to you now, bumps her hip against yours with a Cheshire Cat grin, the two of you had never lost contact during the past 6 months and you were grateful for another person looking out for you tonight.

“I’ve missed you cutie! It’s just not the same around here, still can’t believe you left me to take care of the kids by myself.” You both laugh at that, looking towards your boys now as they play fight and place bets at who can kick the others ass at pool, knowing without a doubt that Jake will take the winnings.

“It feels good to be home ‘Nix, I didn’t realize just how much I missed everyone until I got here. Florida is nice, I love the group I have there but the daggers are my family.” You trail off, trying to suppress the tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses the side of your head. “It’s going to be a good weekend buddy, I can feel it.”

Bradley’s late. He knows he should have left earlier but he’d been dragging his feet. Mav had texted to tell him you were here and he had to pull over on the highway to empty his stomach. His nerves are shot, pulling the bronco into the lot with shaking hands he attempts to pull himself together, knowing you are just inside has him feeling faint.

“Get your shit together Bradshaw, don’t lose your cool.”

He sucks in a deep breath and opens the door.

After grabbing a beer and getting two pitifully sympathetic looks from Penny and Mav, he turns towards his group and lays his eyes on you. It’s like a punch to the gut, you have always been breathtaking but after having only the memories on his phone to look at he knows for sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. His feet begin moving of their own accord, brain hasn’t quite caught up to what he’s doing. It feels like a magnet is dragging him towards the one place he has longed to be. You are arm and arm with Coyote, animatedly telling him a story with sparkling eyes and Bradley is falling in love all over again. He skirts the outside of the group, settles in to a seat next to Bob and Fanboy hoping he can keep from startling you. You feel his presence because of course you do, and he can tell the moment your energy shifts. You keep looking at him from the corner of your eye; your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and it breaks his heart. His view is obscured by Hangman all too soon, leaning in to the table to catch his eye.

“Rooster”

“Hangman”

“We aren’t gonna have any issues tonight are we?” Jake asks with his signature smirk and lazy southern drawl, it’s charming to some but to Bradley it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m not here to make things uncomfortable Bagman, just here to fulfill my duty to Mav as best man. She’s a a big girl and doesn’t need a babysitter, if she wants to talk to me I’m happy to listen to anything she says, I’d be an idiot not to”

“You’re an idiot either way Bradshaw but if you make Stormy girl cry tonight you’ll be showing up to the ceremony tomorrow with a black eye, just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.”

Jake blinks back the shock, didn’t expect Bradley to be amenable towards him at all. They have avoided each other at all costs in social gatherings ever since the split, Jake knew nothing good would come from stirring it back up and Bradley looked like a kicked puppy most of the time. Shrugging it off, Jake nods to the group at the table and heads back to where you are, encouraging hand on your shoulder. He’d be damned if someone ruined your night, so instead of letting you wallow he scooped you up to pick a song on the jukebox and took you to the dance floor. Spinning you and reveling in your giggles and bright eyes, it almost made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to look at you the way he was now. He’s been so good about keeping it together all these years, making sure to have a date to keep him occupied when you were cuddled up to Rooster and firmly planting himself in the friend zone. He knew that’s what you needed and he’d always go above and beyond to make you happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t have you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been here, speeches have been given and far too many shots have been had; the room is too hot and slightly spinning so you make your way outside for some fresh air. He’s there of course, smoking a cigarette and watching the waves. Looking him over now you can see the little changes, he’s not as bulky anymore, face and torso are definitely thinner than they used to be. He looks tired, to the bone judging by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seems to slouch in on himself, no longer the larger than life persona he used to project. You think for a moment you should go back in, but as he flicks the used up cigarette into the wind you are both face to face, pain clearly etched in his features as he takes you in.

“Hi.” It’s all you can make out, you think of how ludicrous it is that after 6 months of heartbreak the best you can scrounge up is a measly hi.

“Hi Storm, it’s good to see you.”

“Y-yeah it’s good to see you too, it’s been a while.”

He runs his hand over his scarred chin, looking you over and it almost looks like he might reach out for you but he thinks better of it.

“I’m sorry Bradley- I can’t do this, I know what you’re gonna say and I feel it too but it doesn’t change anything. We’re the same people we were 6 months ago, and love isn’t going to fix it.”

You were trembling, tears pouring down your face and Bradley couldn’t stand it. He’d broken your heart and let you go, but he’d never once stopped thinking of you. Just two steps forward and you could be back in his arms, and he thought of Mav’s saying “don’t think, just do.” So he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, your beautiful face cradled in his hands as he wiped away your tears.

“Baby, my sweet sweet girl I know I fucked it up, and I’ve spent every day of the last 6 months thinking of what went wrong. I don’t deserve it; I know that but please even if it’s just for tonight let me love you.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol spurring you on or the fact that you’d missed his touch so much it physically hurt, but pressing his lips to yours felt like the easiest decision you’d ever made.

You heard the door swing open behind you and someone cleared their throat, causing you to jump backwards out of his grasp, moment over as quickly as it had begun. You spun around to find Jake, eyes full of anger directed right at Bradley and then he looked towards you; disappointment clearly etched in his features.

“I couldn’t find you, Payback said you’d gone outside so I came to make sure you’re alright.”

You feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t be alone with Bradley and yet here you are less than 24 hours later letting him kiss you.

Jake is still staring you down, you shift a little feeling extremely small between the two people you love most.

“Everything’s ok Jake, let’s uh- let’s go home ok? It’s late and I’ve had more than I should have.” You grab at his elbow to steer him towards the lot to the truck, steely gaze still focused on Bradley but he lets you move him, starting a fight isn’t going to fix a thing and he knows more than he’s let on. Maybe it was time to play his hand and let you know just how much of a piece of shit your so called “Prince Charming” really was.

The ride back was eerily quiet, tension flooding the cab of the truck while you spent every second overthinking. Why had you let it get that far? You’d done so good, it’d been half a year without any contact and you’d folded fast, it was so embarrassing. Ugh and for Jake to be the one that found you?! You knew he’d be pissed and expected a thorough lashing but he didn’t say a word. Just stoically stared at the road, no smart ass remark to be found as he white knuckled the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive and bolted for the door, didn’t even stop to let you out like he normally does. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for a long ass night trying to drag his feelings out, you made your way into his townhouse.

He’s nowhere to be found when you step inside, probably holed up in his room so he won’t pick a fight; you know the routine fairly well. He hates hurting your feelings so he shuts down and lets himself cool off before he talks to you, normally just acts like nothing ever happened because he’d rather not bring it all back up again. But when you go to check his bedroom he’s not there either; door ajar and completely devoid of Jake. Finally you head to the back porch, he’s there slumped in one of the lounge chairs, already cracked open another beer and staring down at his phone, determined to look anywhere but at you.

You plop down into the chair next to him, knocking one of your knees with his, hoping if you needle him enough he’ll tell you what’s wrong.

“Jakey”

“Don’t. Don’t do this right now Stormy, just let me be before I say something we will both regret.”

You know you should just let it go, but the harshness in his tone is so out of character but frankly you’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you.

“No.”

“No?”

“No I want to do this now, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You seem to have forgotten that I know you better than your own mother, I can tell when you’ve been holding back. You looked like you wanted to beat Bradley into the ground earlier and I know I screwed up and let him get to me tonight but I’m a big girl Jake I can make my own mis-“

“You didn’t make any mistakes though!” He boomed, causing you to jump in your seat. “You’ve spent this whole time blaming yourself for leaving, for not communicating but you have NO idea. This was never something to blame yourself for and the fact that you let him back in tonight knowing what I know makes me SICK.” He’s never had an outburst like this with you, chest heaving and shaking hands he can’t seem to stop, he knows it’s all about to bubble up but he can’t stuff the secrets back down.

“What do you mean, what you know? Jake what am I missing?” You whisper softly, you have a sudden glaring realization and it feels like everything is crashing down, it can’t be can it? You need him to say it to confirm but you wish the earth would swallow you both up; everything changes if he says what you think he will.

“He cheated on you. A month before the mission, and he thought he’d gotten away with it but apparently Fanboy caught him and Mirage fucking in the hard deck bathroom. He agreed not to say anything, but when you left she suddenly started showing up more, he wasn’t even trying to hide her! Everyone knew he was taking her home after nights at the bar, and Fanboy couldn’t keep it in anymore so he told me. Bradshaw was jealous of your success, he took the mission away from you and to really stick it to you he fucked a fellow squad mate behind your back. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you, he has no right to come crawling back and you deserve to know it all so he doesn’t take advantage of you again.”

It all made perfect sense now, Bradley had had one too many late nights at work claiming he was shooting the shit with Mav, never interested in taking you to bed like he had been before the mission talk started up, but you’d chalked it up to stress. Always making excuses for him, assuring yourself that he wouldn’t dare cheat because why would he have given you his mother’s ring? He’d told you he wanted a love like Goose and Carole had, promised he’d love you forever. Of course he’d lied, he’d always been more concerned about his career path and his accomplishments, any time you did something of merit his congratulations always seemed tinged with something sour, but he was happy for you right? He loved you right? Now you didn’t know for sure.

You reeled back at the realization, all the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a heartbreaking story, and you felt a surge of nausea come up quickly rushing to the side of the yard to throw up. You could feel Jake’s cool hand holding your hair back, the other rubbing circles into your back telling you to breathe. He’d always been a safe haven in your life, steadfast no matter who he was seeing at the time. You came first to him, your friendship and partnership in the air like an unspoken vow between the two of you. You were being hit with one revelation after another tonight, and you jerked away from him suddenly; throat dry as the desert as you quickly made your way inside to the sink to rinse out your mouth.

“Hey hey, talk to me honey. I’m sorry, shit I’m so sorry you had to find out like this; I should have never let it get this far but you seemed happy in Florida and I didn’t want to open old wounds. Please Stormy, look at me baby I need to know we are ok.”

Now he’s the one wringing his hands, Hangman is never nervous, he’s always larger than life and the most confident person in the room. He looks so boyish now, standing in the dim light of the kitchen, the fear on his face so unnatural on his handsome face.

You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, you’d always seen the way he attracted the attention of everyone in a room, like the definition of the word gorgeous come to life or the hero on the cover of a romance novel. Just classically handsome, and yes he was smug and he knew just how good he looked but he’d never put on any kind of mask when it came to you. Let himself be vulnerable, trusted you would keep his secrets and never make fun of him for his faults. Now looking at him in the quiet of his home, you realized that Bradley may have physically cheated; but maybe he wasn’t the only one that blew up your relationship. Some part of you from the day Jake Seresin had walked into your life had always belonged to him. Admitting it to yourself now was jarring; how long had you let yourself think he wasn’t everything to you? You found yourself terrified and excited at the thought, suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to you, knowing that if you crossed that line with him tonight you’d never be the same. You tilted your head up to look at him, reaching a hand out so he could close the distance, and watched him relax into your touch knowing you weren’t angry with him.

“Stormy-l-“

“Jake…Do you love me?”

He goes cold at the realization, oh God you had figured it out. He’d tried to suppress it for so long, but obviously with the clarity that had been gained tonight you seemed to be able to see the truth. He’d always been in love with you, but decided that having you in his life was more important than getting his feelings out so he’d gallantly put them aside. When he’d found out the truth about Rooster he’d been unmoored by the whole thing. How the hell could anyone ever hurt you like that? What kind of moron has the perfect girl and destroys her happiness? But he’d let you go, knowing you needed to run and find yourself in the aftermath; Jake was just grateful he could continue to be a part of your life in whatever way you needed. But oh God you knew now, he could see it on your face and since it had been a night for truth and honesty he told the consequences to fuck themselves, pulling you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I could deny it, and we could just go back to the way things are if that’s what you need. We can continue this weekend like we have been and I’ll let you go back to Florida. Because you matter too much to me to be selfish with you, but oh angel I want *so* badly to be selfish. So you tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

He’s so open, pouring his heart out to you and you can’t look away, his bright green eyes searching for any kind of reservation on your part, and when he doesn’t see any he grins that perfect lopsided grin of his, the one that makes your heart grow ten sizes. It’s not a rushed or sudden clashing of teeth and tongue, it’s a slow movement of lips molding together, hands mapping each other in a way that’s never been allowed before. It takes your breath away and as you gasp he slides his tongue against yours, reveling in the little noises you make as you grasp at the collar of his shirt, the need to have him closer overwhelming. After a while with the willpower of a god he pulls himself back from you a little, stroking your cheek and chuckling as you stagger forward trying to chase his kisses. He tilts your face to look at him and he’s warm all over, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he has to tell you before he lets it get too far.

“I do Y/N, I love you. I always have baby. I want it all with you kid, and I know it probably feels sudden, but I can’t lie to you; I want everything with you. I’ll wait as long as you need because I’m in this no matter what, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He says with a watery laugh, and you realize he’s got tears in his eyes.

You are pretty sure you turned into a puddle on the floor, arms and legs feel like jello as he holds you up between himself and the counter. You could agree that yes it was sudden, hell you’d just let Bradley kiss you less than two hours ago, but you couldn’t deny that in all the times you’d kissed Rooster it had never felt like this. How were you ever supposed to go back to the way things were? Did you even want to? The thoughts were swirling around in your head now and he could tell you were lost. So he kissed you once more, just a featherlight peck and then stepped back from you.

“We’ve had a lot of big reveals tonight baby girl, how about we take a beat and sleep, let tomorrow figure it all out for us.”

He was right of course, it has been an overwhelming evening and you two should probably look it over with fresh eyes, so you let him lead you down the hall. He thinks you’re going to head to the guest bedroom but you surprise him, stepping into his bedroom and closing the door.

“Stormy, we can’t- not tonight honey you and i are wrung out-“

“Shhh, we aren’t doing anything tonight Jake, just hold me ok? I need to be close to you.”

He peels off his clothes and lets you change into one of his T shirts, tangling his arms and legs with yours as you snuggle up into bed. Drifting off to sleep, not knowing if he hears you, you whisper to him

“Jake I think I love you too.”

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[ellawrites-if]

omg hi welcome back

Hello!! Thank you <3

Sorry that I’ve been away so long, I honestly didn’t even realise that it had been three months 💀 a lot has happened in my personal life that I won’t bore you guys with, but I have managed to get some of the demo done.

The prologue is complete and chapter one is halfway there. Twine still fights me every step of my coding journey so that’s where the main delay lies.

I’ve also been working on a private project as practice in between which allows me some reprieve without the stress of knowing other people are going to read it lol. I’m not sure if other people do this, but I actually found it quite helpful personally. I may one day release it to you guys but it would need a lot of polishing before then.

Anyway, I hope to have the demo out soon. It won’t be this week because I’m going away for a few days next weekend, but hopefully once I’m back from that, I can start outlining a plan.

Novaturient is still on hiatus though. I haven’t even looked at it for the past few months tbh. Eventually I’ll get back to it, but I’m not giving any solid time as to when.

Hope you’re all well !!

[mykneeshurt]

So happy your requests are open! Would love to see your take on Alex Keller. Smut of course. Dealers' choice, I'd only ask no noncon or dubcon.

😘🥰

Here you go my little pickle ❤️

Protector/bodyguard - established relationship

Alex Keller x F!reader

Warnings - minors DNI, 18+, explicit smut

A/N - I know nothing about computers, coding or hacking lmao

Protection

You weren’t sure wether work could get anymore boring on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, but here you were. Proved wrong. Again. Price had left a mountain of work for you to do, intel he wanted double checking, maps he wanted upgrading, a new location for a safe house. If you were being honest he was being a bit of a prick.

Needing to stretch your legs you wandered to the kitchen for coffee. Shitty ass office coffee. The kettle boiled and you went to fetch milk from the fridge. Lo and behold there was none. Slamming the fridge shut you stormed back to your office. Could today get any worse?

Evidently. It could.

There was a pop up on your screen that you’d not seen before. Investigating further you found that a piece of code you’d been working on, to find a terrorist group, had worked. You’d broken their code. ‘Price! Get in here! Now!’ You yelled at the top of your lungs. ‘Why? Haven’t I given you enough work?!’

‘You’re gonna wanna see this!’

His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he ran towards your office. ‘What’s up love?’

Spinning in your chair you had a huge grin on your face, looking rather proud. ‘Well, you know that group in Al Mazrah? Moving weapons. That you’ve been struggling to find for months? This is their co-ordinates.’ Smug wouldn’t even begin to describe how you looked.

Price planted both hands on your shoulders, congratulating you. ‘Well I never. Well done love. I’ll let the boys know!’ He fired off a few texts and began looking at the screen with you. As you both tried to locate it on the map suddenly the cursor began to move on its own. ‘What the fuck?’ You whispered squinting at the screen, ‘someone’s taken control of the computer?’

Price looked over your shoulder just as confused. Until it dawned on you. ‘Oh fuck!’ You yelled, jumping up from your chair. Hand over your mouth your chest heaved. ‘What? What’s wrong?!’ Price half spoke, half shouted. ‘It’s them! They’ve hacked me back! Oh fuck oh fuck!’

Without thinking you yanked the plug out from the socket, the computer shutting down. Screen now black. ‘Shit. I’ll let Laswell know-.’ You cut him off before he could continue. ‘I don’t know what they’ve seen John! They could have taken anything from my computer! My name? My address? This place?!’

Panic swelled inside you, chest tight, walls closing in as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt dizzy. ‘Hey hey hey! Sh sh sh’ he cooed, pulling you into a tight hug. ‘I’ll get Laswell on this. Go home, grab the essentials. I’ll have someone waiting for you there, they’ll take you to a safe house. Let’s keep you locked down till we know what’s happened.’

———

After grabbing some essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, clean pants, comfy clothes, meds and of course wine you ran back downstairs. A black 4x4 was already say outside, just like Price had said.

As you locked your door a familiar voice chirped up behind you. ‘How’d I know it was you causing trouble?’ Spinning round you caught site of an old friend. Alex Keller. ‘Oh my god! Alex!’ You jumped into his arms, giving him a warm hug. ‘So you’re the one Price sent to look after me eh?’

‘Unfortunately’ he chuckled, ‘come on get in, we need to move.’

You spent the car ride catching up with your old friend, exchanging war stories, joking, laughing. It was easy to forget they may be a target on your head.

The safe house was a small flat on the second floor of a run down complex. You pulled a face when you saw it, making Alex chuckle. ‘It’s been a long time since I stayed in one of these. Jesus’ you sighed. Clapping you on the back Alex took your bag and led the way.

The flat wasn’t too bad, it was clean, even if the wall paper was hanging on for dear life. The floor was worn, blackout blinds on every window and the distinct musty smell that only a safe house would have. ‘How long you keeping me here?’ You asked as you wandered around, learning the layout. ‘Couple days tops. Laswell’s on it, should know soon enough if they got any info on you.’

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but laugh, ‘it would be me wouldn’t it.’ Alex smiled as he removed his bulletproof vest and hoodie. You had missed him. ‘Loving the whiskers’ you chuckled as you swiped your thumb over his facial hair. ‘Im gonna go shower, need to wash as much of this day off me as possible.’

After your shower you felt slightly more relaxed, comfortable clothes and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. Alex had microwaved two meals, a spaghetti carbonara for you, and a bolognaise for him. Giggling you ran back to fetch the wine from your bag, a merlot, one of your favourites.

Setting it down Alex looked at you in disbelief, ‘really?’ You nodded enthusiastically ‘Price told me to pack essentials. Soooo …’ you shrugged gesturing to the wine.

You both enjoyed dinner, Alex cleaned up while your settled on the sofa, wine in hand. ‘You gonna have a glass with me?’ You asked, hopeful. He shook his head ‘can’t while I’m protecting your ass can I?’ Pouting you tried your best to flash him your most innocent and sad puppy dog eyes. ‘Pretty please?’ He rolled his eyes while he bit his lip, ‘I guess I can have one. For you.’

‘Well, lucky you there’s only enough left for one. I may be on my third glass’ you grimaced.

He settled down on the sofa and sipped the wine, you weren’t sure if you were more tipsy than you gave yourself credit for. But Alex looked … handsome. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed the wine, how his tongue left a trail of saliva on his lips. His splayed hips, taught muscles under his t-shirt.

Jesus what were you thinking.

You felt a heat pooling in your stomach as you studied him, a want, a need. His face lit up as he scrolled on his phone, completely oblivious to your growing need for him. ‘So, fill me in are you seeing anyone?’ You asked, as you finished the last of your wine. ‘Nah. I was seeing someone for a bit but she couldn’t cope with me being away for months on end’ he shrugged, ‘what about you?’

‘Same, the dating pool seems pretty thin. It gets pretty … lonely’ you bit your lip, averting your gaze from him.

Putting his phone away he placed all his attention on you. ‘Bullshit. How are you single? Or at least not even dating. If I remember rightly on our nights out you’d have a pick of the bunch.’

‘Getting old now Alex’ you winked.

‘Shut up. You could have anyone you wanted.’

‘Anyone?’ You asked, narrowing your gaze at him. He swallowed, hard. ‘You’re drunk.’

‘And you’re handsome’ you whispered as leant over to stroke his thigh.

Sensing no hesitation from him you slipped onto his lap, thighs spread wide as you gulped the last of his wine. You played with his dog tags between your fingers. The metal warm from resting on his skin. ‘Do you want me to stop Alex?’ You asked as you held his gaze, you felt him try to readjust his hips as you sank yourself lower. He shook his head. ‘Words handsome.’

‘N-no’ he stammered.

Pressing your torso against his you rolled your hips, his cock hard beneath you. Hovering your lips just above his you whispered ‘what do you want me to do to you?’ His breath visibly caught in his chest at your words. ‘God … anything you want.’

‘Mmm good boy’ you hummed.

You pushed your lips to his, pulling him into the kiss. The fire in your pussy raged as he trailed his hands down your ribs and onto your waist, holding you there. Throwing your arms around his neck you wound your fingers in his hair. He coaxed your mouth open to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipped over yours as he encouraged you to grind on his hips. The pressure danced along your clit as he moved your hips back and forth.

‘Fuck’ you breathed as you broke the kiss ‘you feel so big.’ He whined at your praise as he lent in to kiss you again. But you stopped him, instead climbing off him and nuzzling yourself in between his thighs. Undoing his belt you smiled up at him greedily, pulling his boxers down just enough to free his cock. Your mouth watered at the sight.

You kissed the top of his cock, causing him to whimper under his breath. With a swipe of your tongue you licked from the base to top, tantalisingly slow. Eyes locked on his the entire time. He gripped onto the sofa, bucking his hips. Placing gentle kisses along his shaft you watched as he tried to keep still, veins protruding from his hands. ‘Fuck … please’ he muttered, voice cracking.

You hummed against his cock, smiling at how quickly he’d become a whimpering pathetic mess. Taking him into your mouth you bobbed your head, allowing saliva to overflow from your lips. His breathing became shallow, fast, desperate. He placed his hands at the back of your head, gently pressing you down as far as your mouth would allow you. Gagging you dug your nails into his thighs, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as he tested your gag reflex.

He writhed beneath you, whispered moans, strangled whimpers as you swallowed his cock. The salty taste of precum danced on your tongue, signalling it was time to stop. Pulling back saliva dripped from your mouth, drawing in a large breath you looked up at him. His pupils blown wide, his eyes now appeared black. ‘Fuck’ he murmured.

You climbed onto his lap, but not before removing your trousers and panties. Holding his cock you ran it along your cunt, coating it with your arousal. ‘You gonna fuck me Alex? You gonna make me cum?’

‘God … yes, you’re so wet’ he said as he gripped your bare thighs.

Sinking down his cock stretched you open, filling you perfectly. You both moaned, placing your foreheads against one another. He moved you again, making you grind on him, his pubic bone added the right amount of pressure to your clit. Taking back control you began to bounce, he held your ass as you took his cock. The sound of skin slapping filled the tiny flat as you both became breathless.

Alex pulled you into a kiss, making you grind once more ‘need to feel you cum baby’ he purred. ‘So close … fuck’ you panted. You took his hand and placed it on your clit, he moved his fingers in small circles as he felt your pussy tighten around him. ‘Don’t fucking stop’ you ordered burying your face in his neck.

With one more circular motion you came around his cock, you whined into his skin as you rocked your hips back and forth. ‘Shit Alex!’ His breath became ragged as he tip toed on the verge of his own orgasm. Feeling him tense beneath you, you moved yourself up and down coaxing him to finish. ‘Fill me Alex, cum in my pussy’ you said as you nipped his ear.

He slammed your hips down on his cock, hard, once, twice, three times. On the final thrust he came, his eyes screwed shut, mouth agape as he struggled for air. He wrapped his arms around you as his cock pulsed inside you. You felt full, satiated. Grinning you bit your lip, ‘that was amazing.’

He nodded in agreement, ‘fuck, if you ever need protecting again lemme know.’

[lizmedi]

So The New Writers are the Problem???

(Im sorry if this doesn’t really make sense)

⚠️Spoiler warning for those who haven’t seen Season 6!⚠️

So Season 6 has started and is the start of the show’s 2nd arc after 10 years. Due to the software they were using (Maya Animation) being outdated and stopped working, the animation has changed from the previous seasons we know and is now being animated entirely by Dwarf Animation Studio. Some of the characters designs have changed and everything had to be redone done from scratch.

Now with season 6 airing and the first episode that was aired was Episode 2 “The Illustrhater” which basically shows Marinette struggling with couple things with Adrien.

This doesn’t make sense like now she doesn’t know how to hold Adrien’s hand, engage in simple conversation with Adrien, and doesn’t know how a relationship works all of the sudden nor knows how to go on a date alone with him. It’s very inconsistent with season 5, the episode makes it seem like they have just started dating when they’ve been dating for a few months now in-universe so they should be more comfortable with each other at this point.

Now let’s get into “Sublimation” Episode 3.

So Marinette is on the balcony spying on Adrien and a new character named Sublime with binoculars. She’s wondering how they don’t talk when they’re running as she thinks it’s impossible. Alya is next to her and suggests to Marinette that she thinks Marinette is a little jealous of Sublime which Marinette denies. Now we see her in her room pulls down some calendar of pictures and information about Sublime (more than likely from the internet) she talks about how she thinks she will never be able to measure up to her and thinks that the friends of Adrien should be her friends to and thinks that it only takes one time for her to make a good first impression so Alya leaves her to it and leaves.

All episode, Marinette is trying to be friends with Sublime and follows pretty much everywhere instead of you know, just walking up to her like a normal person and asking her if she wanna be friends 🤦‍♀️.

This doesn’t make sense. She has never done this with any other character nor as far as we know, never had a problem with making friends. Also why is Marinette still having this jealousy problem, this should’ve been over in Season 5, why regress her character into her unhinged s1 self, it’s like she feels so off in her own show like what the hell?

She tries to find multiple of ways to be her friend like getting her chopsticks, trying to get her a string for her instrument, etc. All of these things like it’s so confusing.

Now let’s get into that Adrien and Sublime scene

Adrien and Sublime are in Ancient Greek class and they’re talking and Sublime tells Adrien

Sublime: “Don’t turn around, there’s a girl with pony tails behind you hiding behind a plant, could she be your girlfriend by any chance?”

Adrien: “Yeah, that description sounds fitting “.

Marinette behind the plant goes

Marinette: “he’s talking to her, she’s talking to him which means they’re talking! Could Adrien have lied to me?”

Tikki: “maybe because they’re in the same class”

Marinette: “Oh no, they’re speaking code, which means no one could understand them”

Marinette, girl. It’s called human interaction omg.

Sublime asks why has Marinette been following her around all morning and Adrien respondes with “ Oh, don’t worry about that, I think she just wants to be friends and get to know you but, it’s not always that easy for her”

Uhm really writers, wdym “Not easy for her?” As I can recall she never had any problems with making friends before this but sure.

Sublime goes “How unique” and Adrien replies with “ That’s Marinette for ya” um no. It’s called inconsistent writing choices.

Now we’re going to the bathroom and locker room scenes.

So now Sublime is putting her prosthesis on and Marinette is outside the locker room saying

Marinette: “ She’s been in there for 20 minutes hasn’t she? Maybe she’s encountered a problem? Yes, yes, she probably needs help from a friend, Im going in.”

Tikki: “Wait, Marinette!”

Marinette: “ What is it?”

Tikki: “We don’t even know why we’re here.”

Marinette then goes “Alya was right from the beginning, I’ll talk to her, hide Tikki” well duh!

She goes inside the locker room, wonders where she went and as she looks for her, she finds Sublime’s prosthesis and she goes

Marinette: “An Akumatized vilain disintegrated Sublime, leaving only her prothesis behind”

She then tries to transform until Tikki stops her with

Tikki: “ Marinette! Maybe there’s a more logical explanation”

Tikki. Thank you.

Marinette goes inside the bathroom and then Sublime comes out the stall then Marinette slides into one of the stalls then Sublime gives herself some kind of pet talk or whatever

Sublime: “ I know you’re in here. I know you’re hiding, lurking in the shadows, ready to leap out and stop me from winning. But I won’t let you! When you come, I will be ready, and I will overcome you. No one can stop me from getting what I want. Especially not you!”

Sublime, girly are you talking to demons?

Once Sublime walks out the bathroom, Marinette slides out the stall and thinks this is about her and says

Marinette: “She’s hates me because she can’t have what she wants. What does it mean? She’s in love with Adrien!”

Man what😐🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Writers I thought we were over this in Season 5, just plain stupid.

So now Marinette’s back in the locker room and says this

Marinette: “ She’s coming back to overcome me!”

So then, Marinette grabs a mop and gloves and spills a bucket of water and soap and is dressed in some ridiculous outfit and Sublime comes inside the locker room and sees Marinette

Marinette: “ Hahaha! Im Soapnator and not at all Marinette Dupain-Cheng! I hate dirt and clean everything in my path!

So Marinette basically pretends to be akumatized in this scene however Sublime is not falling for it not one bit.

Sublime: [Walks into the soap] “Listen, Marinette or soapenator, I’ll happily have a chat with you after my trial, okay? I really don’t have time now, so wait for me here. Do not move and do not follow me!

So then Marinette decides to transform into Ladybug to prove that her as Marinette was akumatized for real 🤦‍♀️.

Save my girl Marinette from this show, Marinette baby, I’m sorry these writers are doing you this way, I know you would never do anything like this had there be better writers in that room😔 it’s not you, it’s them who I’m mad at, you and the rest of the characters deserve so much better😕🫶🏾

Now we’re on to the track scene

So Sublime is getting ready to run but before she runs, her dad, Séverin goes to fix her right prosthesis and then her mother, Caroline tells her that she’s her champion and that she’s Sublime.

Now Sublime is now about to start her run and as she’s running, soap starts to come from the prosthesis, nothing happens until Ladybug shows up in front of Sublime and asks “where is the akumatized villain? Where is Soapenator?” And this distracts Sublime and causes her to fall and break her prosthesis.

Writers wtf.

Sublime goes

Sublime: “ Everything’s okay, Ladybug. It’s just Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Well fucking great, another one of Marinette’s obsession issues leading to trouble just for cheap drama🤦‍♀️.

Ladybug: “ Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

Sublime: “ Yeah, she’s a girl from my school. She pretended to be akumatized and disguised herself as soap-bucket-ator or something. My friend Adrien explained that whenever she likes someone, she starts to act peculiar. Which means she likes me, I guess. So, there’s no danger. Im not hurt. Everything is find.”

This is when Ladybug realized she fucked up.

Caroline is trying to ask Bob Roth for a second chance but Bob is like “Time is money” and then Caroline gets akumatized into Sublimation.

Then we have the fight bla bla bla

As the fight happens, Sublimation is saying to Ladybug that she ruined Sublime’s trial in which Ladybug is apologizing and that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding and tells her to reject the akuma and promises she will fix everything. All that, all that, Sublimation throws Ladybug into something.

This episode basically points Ladybug as the villain and then in the middle of the fight, her lucky charm is a mirror which calls her out.

Instead of Sublimation being the villain since she’s akumatized, it’s Ladybug, she’s the villain of this episode due to her fucked up mistake and the Miraculous Ladybugs not only fixed the damages caused by the villain, it also fixed Sublime’s prothesis which is new.

Ladybug then apologizes to Sublime for ruining her race

Ladybug: “ I sincerely apologize Sublime, if I hadn’t shown up, you would have finished your race, your prothesis would still be intact, and your mom would never have been akumatized. “

Ladybug: “ Miraculous Ladybug!” [Fixes the things caused by the villain and fixes Sublime’s prothesis]

Hey, she apologized so I will give her that.

Once Ladybug and Chat Noir left, Sublime finished her race and all that stuff.

And now we’re back in the locker room

Sublime walks inside the locker room and Marinette apologizes

Marinette: “ Im sorry Sublime, I should have just come talk to you. But I was afraid I wasn’t good enough. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Sublime: “ Apology accepted. I know what it’s like to put pressure on yourself. Is it true you wanna be my friend? “

Marinette: “ How did you know?”

Sublime: “ Adrien told me.”

Marinette: “ Then you two talk while you’re running?”

Sublime: “ Not while we’re running. It impacts the breathing. But outside of that, of course Adrien and I talk.”

Okay they make up yeah yeah and end card show Adrien, Marinette, and Sublime having ice cream.

Whoever wrote this episode either hasn’t watched all of season 5 or clearly has something against Marinette.

This is more than likely a writing issue more than anything with the new writers which is why I’m choosing to count this and ep2 and 4 as not canon as it doesn’t make sense with season 5 and shows that they don’t know Marinette’s at all.

Now Episode 4, “Daddycop” (hate that name ugh🤦‍♀️)

So Marinette plans to have her 100th kiss with Adrien on the same day her and the girl group have the sleepover at her house.

In the cafeteria, Marinette pulls Adrien to the side and do some measurements and stuff and Adrien goes to kiss her but she insists that he kiss her on the cheek as she wants to save that for their surprise evening.

The girls are basically talking about what they’re going to bring to the sleepover and brings it to Marinette’s attention and it seems like Marinette has forgot and then drags Adrien away.

Now about Sabrina

Sabrina is sitting alone in the cafeteria as she has no friends and Zoe notices that, so she tells the girls to go without her, they leave and then she walks over to Sabrina.

Zoe asks Sabrina if everything is okay and if she needs to talk. Sabrina replies with

Sabrina: “ It’s just that I’ve lost my only friend. Even though I know Chloe didn’t really care about me, now I’m trying to make new ones, but I just can’t seem to. When I see all of you, it’s clear to me that I don’t belong in your group. And why would I? I was so mean to everyone. Deep down, I always knew none of it was right. But I genuinely love Chloe. I thought she’d change eventually. I know it took me too long to find the courage to stand up to her and know I’m paying the price. You girls will always see me as Chloe Bourgeois’s minion. Maybe I should leave, go to a different school just like she did.”

Zoe then tells Sabrina that she’s not Chloe’s minion anymore and that she knows how much courage it took and then asks her if she would like to come to a movie night at Marinette’s.

Sabrina then goes to say that Marinette would never want her there as she was Chloe’s favorite victim and both of them bullied her for years but Zoe says that Marinette’s a great girl and tells Sabrina that she will say yes.

Now back to Adrien and Marinette

So now we see Adrien and Marinette outside with Marinette doing his measurements. Adrien asks Marinette if she has forgotten about movie night with her friends and Marinette denies again and talks about it’s a surprise and says “why have to choose between bffs and boyfriend when you can enjoy both at the same time!” However Adrien refuses and goes

Adrien: “When you decide to do things with people it’s to spend time with just them Im not sure your girls movie night would feel special to them if I was there for a romantic evening at the same time, that’s why I’m not coming “

Adrien the man you are🥰

Marinette then goes to that bathroom saying that it would be a complete disaster if Adrien didn’t come and all that yeah yeah yeah then Marinette’s says that if she could get the girls to agree, she can change Adrien’s mind.

Now to the girls

The girls are sitting at some table in class and Zoe walks to them and ask them if they would if they invited one more person over to the movie night. Alya says “Totally, expending our group is a cool idea “ and the rest of the girls were also with and said they would invite others and Zoe went that she would invite Sabrina and the girl were kinda eh yeah no.

Alya: “I mean there’s already a lot of us and uh Marinette’s room is so tiny”

Juleka: [idk what she said only heard beds]

Mylène: “And after everything she and Chloe did to us”

Zoe: “Girls Chloe was the problem.”

Kagami: “Well Sabrina was her hitch girl “

This is funny because Kagami barely even knows Sabrina lmao

Zoe goes on to say that without her, they wouldn’t be free from Chloe today and now she’s all alone (womp womp) Alya tells her to ask Marinette since it’s her place after all.

Zoe sweetie I love you and all but girl you haven’t been here enough to know the extent of Chloe and Sabrina’s bullying as you’ve only been in Paris for like 6-7 or so months

Zoe leaves the class and sees Marinette and asks her if she has seen Sabrina and Marinette says yes and then Zoe goes on to say if they could do something for and Marinette goes yeah for sure. Marinette then goes inside the class alongside with Zoe and asks the girls if they would mind having an unexpected guest who doesn’t fit the definition of the girlfriends group joining the movie night and the girls agreed.

Zoe took that as Marinette talking about Sabrina (in reality she wasn’t)

Miscommunication omg

Marinette tries again to try to change Adrien’s mind and get him to go to the movie night but he refuses once again lol.

Adrien: “Marinette, this 37th idea isn’t going to change my mind either.”

Marinette: “But the girls agreed.”

Adrien: “No matter how you plan it, you won’t really be with your girlfriends or with me. Let’s just see each other tomorrow. It’s no big deal. Enjoy your evening with your friends.”

Once again, Adrien being the green flag he is💚

Adrien kisses Marinette’s cheek and leave then Sabrina goes up and hugs and thank Marinette in which she’s confused.

And Marinette still has the 100 decorations up even when he said he wasn’t coming. Girly I love you but girl come on, one day won’t hurt baby, my favorite weird delusional girly🥰 I love you🥰💗

The girls feel like something is off and not adding up with the decorations and stuff. Alya goes to check on Marinette on that balcony and Marinette’s acting like nothing’s going on and then the door bell rings in which Marinette assumes it’s Adrien so girly defines the laws of physics and goes to the door and opens it just to see Sabrina.

Marinette: “Sabrina? What are you doing here?”

Sabrina: “Im here for movie night.”

Marinette: “But who invited you?”

Sabrina: “You did.”

Marinette: “What? No, I invited Adrien “

Miscommunication on both parties. Marinette should’ve been a little more attentive and Zoe should’ve been a little more specific.

The girls are rightfully confused with Marinette on the balcony which is justified because why would you bring your boyfriend to a GIRLS night? You got every other day to hang out with him so I don’t feel bad for Mari in this instance since he literally told her that he wasn’t coming and she still got her hopes up and still did the 100th thing so that’s completely on her, she did that to herself.

Had she been more listening and less Adrien obsess and Zoe would’ve um yk been specific, none of this would’ve happened.

(Also she wasn’t mean to Sabrina at all, she was just confused (Again, this wouldn’t had happened if she had just listened to Zoe) plus Sabrina doing one good thing doesn’t make them friends nor erase her participation in bullying either)

Roger gets akumatized yeah yeah (Lila is so kind😍)

The akuma fight happens yeah yeah okay then Miraculous Ladybug yay ok next

Now we’re back to Marinette’s room and we get apologies from both Sabrina and Marinette

Sabrina: “I would like to take this time to apologize to all of you. I know I wasn’t always nice to you girls, but I’ve changed. And if you’ll accept me, of course I’d be happy and proud to be your friend.”

Marinette goes on to say that everyone makes mistakes and tell Sabrina that she was a victim of Chloe too and Marinette then apologizes as well

Marinette: “And I too wanna apologize. I’ve been focusing so much on my relationship with Adrien that I forgot to give my attention to the ones who really needed it. I promise, I will be more attentive from now on.”

Sabrina is officially welcomed to the friend group and all that stuff.

And then Adrien and Marinette share their 100th kiss😍💗

Okay now let’s talk about the inconsistent writing in these episodes because there’s a lot especially with Marinette

So it was said that season 6 has gotten new writers for this season in which they write the scripts while the previous writers write the narrative arcs. Episodes 2,3,and 4 are written by the new writers which kind of explains a lot of Marinette’s cringe behavior and her being like her season 1 self alongside with other inconsistencies with the writing itself (which this falls to the new writers either not knowing Marinette’s character as of season 5.) The new writers seem to only know mlb on a surface level and the writing for s6 started when s5 was still airing.

However, in “Werepapas”, Ep 5, Marinette seems to be aligned with her s5 self and the episode is written by Thomas and Sébastien. There’s no cringe behavior from Marinette nor is she being crazy about Adrien unlike the previous episodes, she actually seems to act like a normal human being in this episode and play the role of a supportive girlfriend. So I would say that Marinette’s behavior is more of writing issue than a character issue.

And that’s all I have to say ☺️

[serstolas]

Shadowed Soul

Angsty Post DAV Neve/Rook snippet I'm debating if I want to continue.

Neve wasn’t sure what she expected when Elik asked to meet her for dinner at the Lamp Lighter, but it definitely wasn’t a stack of letters written in Rook’s careful script.

“None of our people saw her, but your friend evidently put these in one of our dead drops, trusting that we’d delivery to you,” Elik told her in a curious tone. “If she’s still in Minrathous, she’s done a good job keeping out of sight. None of the Threads have seen her.”

“Why would Rook leave messages for me in a Thread dead drop?” Neve frowned as she flipped through the stack of papers. 

Elik shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine, Neve. Though her relationship with the Shadow Dragons wasn’t the best when she pulled her disappearing act.”

Neve grimaced at the reminder. While Neve and Ashur had forgiven Rook for her decision to go to Treviso rather than Minrathous when the blighted dragons attacked three years ago, many of the surviving Shadows hadn’t. Tarquin had been tolerant of Rook, but most of them had been cold towards her. The detective was certain that had partly contributed to Rook simply vanishing six months after Elgar’nan’s defeat. One day she’d been working on a crew to help repair the city, the next she’d simply been gone. 

None of their Veilguard friends or allies had seen her since. The Veil Jumpers did report that the Caretaker would sometimes mention that Rook passed through the Crossroads. Wherever Rook had gone, she clearly didn’t want to be found. There’d been no visits and no letters from Rook for two years, that is until now.

“Thank you for passing these along, Elik,” Neve told him, frowning in concentration at the letters.

“Well, if you find her, let me know,” Elik said. “Would be nice to know if the city’s hero is still alive or not.”

Neve returned to the new Shadow Dragons safehouse in Dock Town after parting ways with Elik to study the letters. These days a lot of running the Shadow Dragons fell to Neve and Maevaris. Ashur and Tarquin joined when they could, but since the fall of Elgar’nan, Ashur had been needed in his position as Divine even more and Tarquin had taken on the role of Ashur’s Knight Divine. 

Ashur’s survival after Elgar’nan fell had been a relief to everyone. Killing Elgar’nan had removed the Blight not only from Bellara, but from Ashur and several other victims within the city. Ashur’s recovery had spurred Tarquin to actually start to thaw towards Rook for the first time since the dragon attack. 

The letters seemed mundane enough, containing a report of how the weather was in certain parts of Thedas and a discussion of how farming in those areas had recovered over the past few years. The letters seemed so banal that Neve was at a loss as to why Rook would have left them in a Thread dead drop for her. After a few hours she set them aside, rubbing her forehead with a groan of frustration. She was starting to go cross eyed staring at the letters.

Her groan summoned Maevaris, who had just arrived at the hideout. “Neve, are you alright?” Mae inquired, briefly glancing over the desk to see what was bothering Neve.

“I can’t make any sense of these letters,” Neve sighed, gesturing at them. “All they talk about are weather and livestock.”

“Livestock?” Maevaris stilled for a moment then lifted one of the letters and scanned over it. “I don’t think I’ve seen this code in at least five years. It’s one the Shadows used to hide information about Venatori movement.” She frowned. “Where did these come from?”

“According to the Threads, Rook left them in a Thread deaddrop,” Neve replied, her brow creasing. “It’s Rook’s handwriting at least. You’re saying the Shadows haven’t used this code for years? So why would Rook use an old code?

“At least five,” Maevaris confirmed. “Right around the time Rook joined the Shadows, actually. She would have learned the code during training.” She pursed her lips. “Rook wouldn’t know if we’ve changed codes in the past two years, and she might also assume some of the ones we used before Elgar’nan fell might be compromised.”

“So what exactly are these letters telling us?” Neve inquired.

“They’re reports of Venatori activity over different parts of Thedas. The Western Approach, the Free Marches, and some parts of Tevinter,” Mae replied. “It’ll take more sifting through to gleen all the information. I think we’d best turn these over to Tarquin. He should still be familiar enough with it to decode the letters.” 

Neve looked frustrated. “No one’s seen Rook in two years, and now she suddenly surfaces with reports of Venatori activity. Where has she been?”

Maevaris sighed. “That is something I can’t answer, Neve. Only she can answer that question.”

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Antonio Dawson x Reader

TW: some implications of domestic abuse, and miscarriage (not a main theme)

Btw- reader is fem-coded but I kept it neutral with the story itself

The metal tip of the gun pressed against your temple was ice cold, making you squeeze your eyes shut. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the cold, but knowing that it was also a weapon capable of killing you within a millisecond was infinitely more uncomfortable. You simply squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of happy things to calm you down. Tears streaked down your cheek as the man above you said his name.

“Antonio Dawson.”

You shifted your weight slightly in the chair, letting out shaky breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. All you wanted was to be in his arms, and yet, here you were, tied to a chair, waiting to die.

-

“Hey (Y/N),” Antonio said, humming as he traced patterns along your back. “What do you think about kids?”

You hummed quietly as you listened to his heart beat against his chest. “Kids? Do you mean… in general? Or the thought of us having kids someday?”

“Well, I guess both?” He shrugged. “I would want kids. Would you?”

You sat up to look at his face, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a few.”

His hands moved up to hold your waist, gently pulling you back down into a soft kiss, humming and holding you close.

-

You’d been in college at the time. Antonio had been going through some hardships with the police academy. He felt he had to prove himself every day just to stay there. With you, he had nothing to prove. But, the distance was difficult, seeing as you attended college elsewhere in Illinois. It was a couple hours drive and not one you made often. Inevitably, you had drifted apart, and he had found someone new.

-

“I-I don’t understand,” you murmured into the pay phone. “Toni, what is happening right now?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I just… I don’t feel it anymore. Not having you around is so hard.”

“It’s only for a few years, and I come back every couple months, Toni.”

You could hear a long sigh on the other end of the phone, one of remorse. “Look, (Y/N), it’s just hard. It’s not working for me. I don’t have you with me to support me here and I can’t support you there. And, look, I met someone else and…”

Tears welled in your eyes. “And she…” You swallowed hard, nearly holding your breath as you thought of the man you loved with another. “She can give you everything you need… Everything you want… Right away.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I haven’t cheated on you. We haven’t done more than flirt. But if it goes any farther, it would make me a dishonest man. I won’t do that to you. I’d rather just… officially end it.”

A soft sob escaped your lips and for the first time in your life, you felt truly helpless and hopeless. You simply hung up the phone after a few moments of silence, stumbling back to your dorm, overwhelmed by emotions.

-

Laura, who he had gone on to marry and have children with instead of you, divorced him two years ago. At least, that’s what you had heard through mutual friends.

You let out a ragged breath at the thought of his ex-wife, and how he had two wonderful children, just like he’d always wanted. Despite the hardships of the divorce, he was still their father.

The gun was pressed deeper into the skin on your temple and you whimpered. “Please,” was the only word you could muster, voice barely a whisper.

“Shut up,” the man holding the gun huffed. “Dawson, do you really want her to die?”

“You’re surrounded,” Antonio’s familiar voice cut through the darkness. “Give yourself up and turn the hostage over.”

The hostage.

His words were like a slap in the face. As if he didn’t even know who you were. You knew it was probably some kind of protocol or mind game, to not show weakness, but it hurt your heart. You weren’t anything but a hostage in that moment. It reminded you of the last time you saw Antonio, when he worked the beat.

-

You were breathing deeply to calm yourself, waiting for the distant sirens to grow closer. You listened to the consistent noise they made, trying to level your breathing with the pitch of the tone. Biting your busted lip as your friend sat beside you, you realized what had just happened and put your head in your hands, beginning to sob again.

The officers arrived first on scene, but when you looked up, you saw him get out of the passenger seat. “Oh great,” you muttered softly, again letting your head sink back into your hands.

“What is it?” Your friend asked as Antonio approached the two of you.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, a tone that he used to use with you all the time as he knelt on the step below yours. “You alright?”

When you didn’t respond, your friend chimed in. “Just a busted lip and black eye, I think. It was self defense.”

“I’m not a judge or jury,” Antonio replied with a shake of his head as you looked up. “I’m just here to make sure everyone’s alright and to take a report.”

You swallowed hard as your eyes met his. He seemed genuinely concerned, as if wanting to reach out and touch you, but couldn’t.

“I-I didn’t mean it,” you said softly, shaking your head. “He… He was going to hurt my baby…”

Antonio looked you over, then nodded. He hid his surprise well, but hummed. “We’ve got an ambulance on the way to check you out. Make sure they know. Did he hit you in the abdomen?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, swallowing hard once more as you relived the nightmare that had only been about thirty minutes prior. “I’m scared, Antonio…” All you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. You wanted to lunge forward into his arms and sob into his chest, and tell him how much you loved and missed him.

But you couldn’t.

-

Of course Antonio didn’t want to acknowledge you. You were nothing to him now. Despite his wife divorcing him, there was no reason he should still hold any feelings in his heart for you. He had kids with her, not you. You had lost the one child you did have, a child conceived out of lust, and illegitimate. You had loved her nevertheless, but she died before she even had the chance to live.

You started to sob softly as all of these thoughts, feelings, and images crashed through you like waves hitting the beach. The man above you growled, not expecting you to burst into sobs, bringing the pistol up to hit you. You didn’t care.

The next thing you heard was a gunshot, and you cried out in agony, not knowing what was happening in the darkness around you. Your ears rang from the echoing shot, but you soon found that you weren’t dead or even injured from the gun. Suddenly, you were free from the bonds and wrapped up in someone’s arms, still sobbing. You could barely breathe, but when his scent hit your nose, you knew exactly whose arms you were in.

You were paralyzed as he just held you, barely able to breathe. As your ears cleared from the ringing, you heard several voices around you, but you couldn’t make out anything specific in the commotion. Antonio held you tightly until you calmed down, which seemed like hours later. You finally were able to catch your breath and he pulled away, putting a gentle hand to your cheek. “Hey,” he said softly. “You alright?”

You heard his words, just like when you were on your front stoop beside your friend. You couldn’t speak, just shaking your head and pushing your forehead into his shoulder, taking in shallow breaths. He rubbed your back, holding you until the ambulance arrived.

[the-wip-project]

SloMo WriNo: Rest, Reassess, Refine

November is over! We are one month into the challenge! And how are you feeling?

I haven’t done Nano for many years now, but I still feel a sense of relief when the month of November is over. There’s an ambient sense of anxiety in the online writer community that seems to infect me despite my best efforts.

But come the 1st of December? Freedom!

I intended to write a post discussing that, but instead I stopped dead. I felt unable to write a single word.

“Is this what people talk about when they say they can’t write?” I asked a friend. Who laughed at me. Not because she’s mean, but because I’m always the one with a hundred methods for getting around writer's block. I am the master of ‘just write the next sentence and the rest will come’ positivity.

I can always figure out a way to write if I really want to write.

But this time I couldn’t.

All of my executives had decided to stop functioning. I wanted to lie on the couch and enter a vegetative state. The human equivalent of an error code.

I had to stop for a moment. More than a moment.

A week, it turns out. A week of not writing at all.

I actually fought it for a few days, managing to edit and note down ideas. In retrospect, that was a bad choice, it just prolonged things. (It’s always easy to see these things in retrospect.)

You know those posts you see circulating that say stuff like ‘writing isn’t just writing, it’s taking a walk and looking at sunsets and etc, etc, etc.’ I firmly disagree. Writing isn’t an ethereal experience, it’s putting words on a page.

But making words doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It doesn’t come out of nowhere. It can be draining. Emotionally and physically. So while I don't consider breaks actually writing, I know they're necessary.

A person in the wip discord summed it up well by saying this: I've been pushing forwards so much I didn't let myself look back .

The combination of some things going on in my non-writing life, and the extra pressure I’ve been putting on myself to host this challenge, meant I hit a point where rest was required.

If, like me, you’ve found that after hitting a certain date or word count, you’ve slowed down or stopped writing, don’t punish or castigate yourself. (I say, like a hypocrite who spent at least two days in recrimination land.) Breaks are good and healthy. Don’t be ashamed of needing them.

But take a moment to think about why. What’s working and what isn’t. No matter what, it’s a good time to think about what you’ve accomplished, and where you’re going next.

For me I needed to assess how much time and energy writing these SloMo posts require of me, and how much I need to adjust the rest of my writing goals to accommodate that. I’ve realized that writing nonfiction takes a lot more energy from me than writing fiction.

You too may discover that certain projects require more effort and energy than others.

Or you might find that you’re tired because you’ve written more in November than you have in a while, or that the mental and emotional effort of implementing a new habit has been tiring.

It’s also time to reassess the mechanics of what you’ve been doing.

How is your current writing schedule working? Does having a minimum and maximum goal help or hinder? Is the time of day you’ve been aiming for working out? How is it affecting the rest of your life? (it’s no good to be getting words on the page at the expense of your work, relationships, and/or mental health.) Be ready to discard any and all advice from me or anyone else that isn’t working for you.

More than anything, don’t let the fact that you needed to rest and/or reassess stop you from pursuing your writing. Make the needed adjustments in your goals and schedule. And then get back to writing. (Like I’m going to. Right now actually.)

[aequitas-if]

Why is it taking so long to get an update out? I see you on Tumblr all the time and it’s really frustrating.

I get where you are coming from but I just want to (gently) remind you that I am an actual living person that has responsibilities and hobbies outside of this particular IF.

For example, these past few months (March-May) both Aequitas and Prodigy were put to the side because I was solely focusing on finishing my finals and graduating highschool as well as figuring out stuff for college.

It’s also been put aside again this past few weeks because my 10 year old that formerly belonged to my elder brother laptop broke. I’m getting a new one today but being unable to code made it difficult to get any work done.

Plus being on Tumblr and answering asking is something that only requires me to have my phone and extra free time. I also do it as a way to show that the IFs aren’t abandoned or that I haven’t lost interest in writing them.

An update is coming soon (like really soon) and I’m really sorry for the wait. Hopefully as summer goes on I’ll get back into the swing of things.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Between a Car and a Hard Place (Human Series)

Title: Between a Car and a Hard Place Author: Keelywolfe Fandom: TF: Bayverse Series: Human Series: Chapter: 52 Pairings: Sam/Bumblebee, Ratchet/Optimus, Mikaela/Prowl

Notes: Wow, does this take me back, about a decade ago. Never say never!

Read it on AO3

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Read it here!

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The seats inside Bumblebee looked and felt like leather, a good enough impersonation to fool anyone who didn’t get right up close enough to notice they didn’t actually smell like leather. Which honestly made perfect sense, of course they didn’t, it wasn’t like they’d been raising space cows on Cybertron. Sam knew the seats weren’t leather, just like he knew there was no plastic in the fenders, no steel in the frame. He didn’t know what Autobots were actually made of, he’d never thought to ask, but lying here with his face pressed into those not-leather seats while recovering from Bumblebee’s scan was probably not the time to start.

Bumblebee’s kiss was still tingling through him or maybe that was an aftereffect of the scan. His nerves were still twanging from whatever Bee had done to him, skittering pins-and-needles over his skin. Bee himself was straddling Sam’s hips, the weight of his holo offering little comfort. After the events of the past few days, what little sleep had Sam managed couldn’t begin to combat his exhaustion and what he wouldn’t give to be back home, back in their warm, comfortable bed—

Except he didn’t even know if home was there anymore or if they’d ever be going back. Again. The second home he’d lost in as many months and Sam felt…nothing. Only that same bone-deep exhaustion.

“Am I...did he…” Sam didn’t even know what he was asking. Outside, the darkness was complete, a fingernail crescent of moon hanging sky offering no light. Nothing but the vast emptiness of the desert and Sam shivered, hunching down further into the seats.

“I couldn’t see any sign of virus.” Bee leaned in closer to dab at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and Sam wondered if he’d been drooling while Bumblebee checked out his inner workings. He’d be embarrassed if he could feel anything past uncomfortably numb. “When it comes to the arena of viral scanning, I’m a few steps above talented amateur and a few below expert. I’m comfortable enough with my assessment to recommend someone else could safely doublecheck my work. I'm also not a medic, but my scans seem to indicate he took a sample of your cerebral fluid."

"Uck," Sam shivered uncontrollably with old memories of his Dungeons and Dragons phase, extraterrestrial robots taking on the role of mindflayer. "Why would he do that?"

"I wish I knew." Bee hunched over to bury his face into the hollow of Sam’s collarbone, inhaling deeply. There, that was a tingle of some emotion, just a flicker of warmth, a candlelight in the darkness. "This is far beyond my purview, Sam.”

Sam managed a cracked, dry chuckle. How had he even managed to drool with how dry his mouth was; they’d left the hamburgers and drinks behind, they’d need to find someplace to stop. Next time they’d have to pack some kind of go-bag, snacks and drinks, maybe some extra clothes—only he’d really prefer if next time remained as a hypothetical. He rested his cheek on top of Bumblebee’s head and said, "If you haven't noticed, I'm neck deep in shit myself."

A surprised huff of air blew ticklishly against his neck, almost a laugh. "Yes, well, I think we need to consult an expert in the realm of ‘neck deep’. Ratchet needs to look you over. He's one of the best viral code hackers I've ever met."

“Yeah?” Sam shifted up on one elbow, looking down at Bee skeptically, “The way I remember it, he didn’t do so well last time.”

Bumblebee waved that off. “That virus was particularly virulent and fast moving. If he’d gotten to it sooner, things might be much different right now.”

Maybe, and as happy as he would be to be able to ditch his little robotic hitchhikers, there was no guarantee things wouldn’t have ended up worse. If Ratchet hadn’t brought him along, if he hadn’t needed to say goodbye and unintentionally given his immune system a chance to pit itself against the virus. “Different is not the same as better.”

“True.”

The warmth of Bumblebee’s holoform against him was soothing, warmer than normal, maybe he was increasing his body heat for Sam. It was possible, other holos always seemed to feel cooler, sometimes too cool, like Sunstreaker…like that Decepticon and Sam shivered again, helplessly, wrapped both arms around Bee in an effort to absorb more of that warmth. "Do you think it's safe to contact them?"

Bee gave him a lopsided shrug, jostling his arms. "I don’t know. You scanned clean, but as I said, it could be buried past my ability to detect.” He made a sound of frustration. “It makes no sense; if the Decepticons were going to take you, they could have. So why didn’t they?"

"Not the Decepticons. One Decepticon."

"That's true. One Decepticon, who might have his own reasons. Decepticons can border on radical with their loyalty, but certainly enough of them have their own agendas. " He pushed up on his elbow and frowned down at Sam, his expression barely visible in the dashboard lights. "He gave no indication at all of his designation?"

“He said he wasn’t Barricade.”

“No, I’d already guessed that. Unless he’s very recently upgraded, he couldn’t possibly cloak from my scans.” He sighed. “But I also wasn’t scanning constantly, I couldn’t without increasing the possibility of someone breaking through my cloak. I can’t be sure if that’s how we were found or if Ravager was simply able to triangulate possible future locations based on our position last night and sent it out before I offlined him.”

“You’re sure he was—“ Sam swallowed around the thickness in his throat, “offlined?”

“Very.”

“So it couldn’t have been him. This guy had red hair and the way he looked,” Sam shuddered, gorge rising and sourness lingering at the back of his mouth. “I thought Sunstreaker was crazy, but his eyes, the way he talked.” He raised his hands helplessly “There was something just off about him, it’s hard to describe.”

Bumblebee considered. “Can you show me?”

“Show you?”

“The same way you’d send a message to me,” Bumblebee said, “send me a picture of him. It’s all data, a picture should transfer as well as words.”

“Oh. I can try.” Sam screwed up his face and focused on his memory, making it as clear as he could in his thoughts before he pushed it towards Bumblebee the same way he’d sent words earlier. At first, he wasn’t sure it worked; it felt a lot like when he’d been a little kid trying to use the Force on his toys after his parents took him to see Star Wars, only as a kid he hadn’t felt like a failure when it didn’t work. He was about to try again when Bee let out a sound, not from his holo but from his engine, a snarling rev that was almost a growl.

Above him, Bee exhaled through clenched teeth. “Starscream. Yes. If there is any Decepticon with an agenda of their own, it would be him.”

Sam looked away from him and out the window into the darkness, remembering another night, when he’d taken off in a stupid panic trying to…what? Prove something, to himself, to Bumblebee, and all he’d done was put them in more danger than he could have ever expected. "This is all my fault. He wouldn’t have been interested in my brain fluids if I’d just stayed on base like I was supposed to."

Bumblebee made a soft sound of denial. "They would have learned the truth eventually. We couldn't hope to keep it concealed from their spies forever."

Sam wasn’t so sure about that. "They wouldn't have figured it out so fast if I hadn’t gone into town and Barricade hadn’t gotten a front row seat."

"Perhaps," Bee agreed softly. "Perhaps not. There's no point in second guessing now.”

Sam thought there was plenty of point in it, but he could wallow in that guilt later. "Could they do what Sunstreaker said? Could they use me to bring back Megatron?"

In his lap, Bee moved restlessly, as if trying to physically avoid the question. "I don't know," Bumblebee said finally, reluctantly. "Your receptors are barely more than a scattering of dust in terms of size but considering the power of the Allspark, if they removed them all, found a way to replicate them en masse, it's possible," he admitted, his arms around Sam tightening to the point of discomfort. "But you wouldn't survive the process."

"Was this another thing you and Ratchet were going to tell me about later?" Sam asked, a little acidly. Yeah, they were trying to protect him, he got that, but for once it would be nice to be in the know before the consequences came pounding on his door.

"I hadn't even considered it a possibility, much less anything that required confession," Bumblebee sighed. "It seems obvious now. But I don't believe Ratchet considered it, either. Your energy signature is so minuscule, your receptors are so few compared to a mech, but if they found a way to replicate…or to communicate with them," Bumblebee said suddenly, shifting to sit up. "If they were in possession of the genetic blueprint to the Allspark they might be able to--of all the pit-spawned glitched things to not think of!" He hit his forehead with a closed fist. “He doesn’t mean to resurrect Megatron, he means to recreate the Allspark itself! I never even conceived the possibility and Starscream of all mechs--”

"Neither did anyone else," Sam drew his knees up and rested his chin on his knees. "So if the other Decepticons get me, they could, what? Dissect me for parts and make a new Allspark?"

"You have the makings of the Allspark within you," Bee said with whispered horror. "Oh, Sam. What have we done to you?"

"You didn't do anything, none of you," Sam said fiercely. "If I'm not allowed to blame myself for this shit then neither are you! It's the Decepticons who did this."

“We need to get to Ratchet,” Bee said decisively. “Now.”

Before Bumblebee could roll away from him or even disappear, Sam tightened his hold. “Um, maybe not right this second?” he said, meekly, even as he rolled his hips up against Bee.

For the first time since they’d began, Bumblebee looked less than enthusiastic about the idea of sex. Only a brief glimpse of impatience before it was masked and Sam swallowed hard, wishing he didn’t have to ask for this.

“I could just…you know…” Sam gestured feebly, the tried-and-true jerking motion. “You don’t have to—”

A gentle kiss cut off his words, warm hands teasing at his waistband, “No,” Bumblebee murmured warmly into his mouth, “I’d rather not try driving with any distractions. And you, love, always hold my attention.”

Any other protest, feeble or otherwise, quickly dissolved into moans and if Bee was trying to hurry him along, it sure didn’t show.

~~*~~

Over the long years of the war, Ratchet had unfortunately become very adept at operating under less-than-optimal conditions. When he’d took his vows as a medic so long ago, never had he expected in the not-too-distant future to be caught up in an all out war leading from Cybertron to kneeling in mud of some Primus forsaken dwarf planet with acid rain hissing down on his armor as he tore through the chest plate of another wounded mech in a desperate attempt to save their life while munitions thundered overhead, a counterpoint to the equal thundering of the clouds roiling above them.

Millenia later he was here on Earth, and operating on tiny humans whose systems he’d only spent a year studying with insistent need prickling at the back of his processors was nowhere near the top of the list for worst conditions for surgery, but it was certainly on that list. That need was getting harder to ignore, a distraction that he did not need, and if Sam’s receptors requiring frequent recharges was inconvenient, then on a medic it was simply unacceptable. As the only medical officer currently available, he often spent days at a time in surgery, he couldn’t ask his patients to pretty please hold on a moment while he dragged Optimus away from his equally important work to satisfy the needs of a few slagging ancient rudimentary bastards who adamantly refused to accept the energy humming tantalizingly close from his own systems, oh, no, only a buffet in the form of overloading close to a Prime was acceptable to those little slaggers.

It was a problem that needed an answer and soon. What a shame that he was starting to run out of solutions.

Ratchet shoved that increasingly persistent need to the back of his processors again, carrying his latest Human patient from surgery and settling him gently beneath the monitors. If anyone were to look at the Human, they’d see undamaged skin on his chest with no sign of the ugly damage there only hours ago. No visible sign but simple scan would show scars beneath the surface, carefully precise repairs to bone and organs. The Human himself would never be able to see it, would never know exactly what Ratchet had done to save his life and that was fine by him. The soldier would still have to live with the trauma of what happened but that was far out of Ratchet’s department.

Ratchet took a moment to check on the patients still waiting for their turn under the laser scalpel. Epps, now elevated to his highest concern, was still sleeping peacefully as the nanites worked on his leg. So long as Epps was stable, Ratchet intended to put his surgery off till the last; the damage was significant enough that Ratchet estimated it would require several hours of work, perhaps less if Jolt were able to assist. There were two other humans who required minor surgery and then twins were still waiting to be onlined again, for better or worse.

The others were impatient for that, messaging him frequently for updates on when he’d be able to revive the twins for more questioning on the whereabouts of Bumblebee and the other humans and with every inquiry, Ratchet’s replies were getting more terse, beginning to verge on vulgar. Ratchet didn’t damn well care what anyone else wanted. It did not sit well with him to endanger the injured by onlining them for useless questioning and the deeper he probed into their injuries, the less he believed they’d be any assistance at all. The physical damage was extensive, the spark damage indeterminate, and their memory of the battle was likely to be scrambled and even if it weren’t, he highly doubted there was any useful information they could provide anyway, it wasn’t as if Bumblebee would have left them a map, now was it.

Like a sparkless demon called down by his irritable thoughts, the door swooped open and even as his spark surged in hopes that it was Optimus, his mood sank as Prowl came in.

::If you’re here to bitch about the Twins, I am in no way prepared to power them back up yet,:: Ratchet sent. His patients needed their rest and did not need to be woken by the argument he suspected was coming.

::I do not ‘bitch’, as you say:: Prowl replied coolly and Ratchet reminded himself that he actually did like Prowl, they’d been friends for years, and the fact that his serene tones scraped over Ratchet’s rawness like metal claws was no excuse to throw anything at him. Yet. But with his next calm words, the urge instantly doubled. ::The humans are talking about transferring us to a more secure location.::

“No!” Ratchet burst out before he caught himself, sending the rest in a furious data spat, ::I'm not going anywhere. None of the humans are stable enough to travel yet and I'm not letting half of them die on anyone's say so. Side—:: he cut himself off impatiently. ::He is in no condition to be moved and I've not been able to do anything for Blaster other than transfuse him. I'm staying right here.::

::I concur. I was not suggesting otherwise,:: Prowl said mildly and Ratchet resisted the renewed urge to throw the spanner he was holding directly at Prowl's head. He needed it and if Prowl didn't duck in time, it would just give him one more thing to fix. ::But speaking of them as you were, did you have anything new to report about the Twins?::

::Not here.:: He led Prowl to the Autobot side of the infirmary, where the patients there would be undisturbed by any shouts or tossed equipment. While he’d been in surgery, someone, Jolt, perhaps, had sealed off the shattered window with a sheet of plywood and cleaned up some of the filth and broken glass blown in with it. Blocking out the wind and dust but also the sunlight, leaving the room darker, gloomy, not helped at all by the shrouded form of Sunstreaker still in one corner.

Normally, if the deceased were able to be recovered, they would be stored until a memorial of some sort could be arranged, and then disposed of. He suspected the Humans would be aghast to know he regularly gutted out deactivated mechs for parts to use in repairs. There was a time he would have been aghast as well, but as supply lines dwindled, practicality overwrote sentiment. When it came to the living vs the dead, there was only one choice to be made, ghoulish as it might seem to some.

In Sunstreaker’s case, though, Ratchet was at a loss. Caught in limbo with his spark bound to his brother’s, Sunstreaker was currently more misplaced than gone, dead and not dead. Even if Ratchet had the time, and he did not, he couldn’t imagine disassembling Sunstreaker, not until he was absolutely certain their sparks couldn’t be split again.

He gestured at the silver mech laid out on the table then at Sunsteaker’s shrouded form. “Does this give you any new information?” Ratchet said acidly, “As I’ve said multiple times, they are not ready to be onlined, not until we’ve had a chance to work on them more, something that would be easier without constant interruptions. By the way, thanks for reminding me that Jolt has medical training,” Ratchet finished, sullenly. The little blue mech was being very helpful, eagerly taking on any task assigned to him until Ratchet caught him swaying on his feet and sent him off to recharge, a luxury Ratchet could ill afford himself right now.

That Prowl’s armor was showing signs of recent wash, gleaming mellowly in the low light and perking the interest of his recalcitrant new receptors was not helping his mood.

“Because you so often take my advice? You weren't listening to Optimus, odds were low you'd listen to me.” Still that same cool tone and Ratchet itched to see if removing his language centers next time he needed any servicing temporarily changed Prowl’s tune.

Not that he would, that would be highly unethical. But then so was offlining Decepticons and gutting them for parts…Ratchet exvented sharply, “Prowl, if you don't have anything useful to say then get the hell out of my infirmary.”

"Actually, I do. We've received a message from Bumblebee."

Ratchet jerked his head to look at Prowl so quickly his joints creaked a protest, "They're alive?"

Prowl nodded evenly. "Or they were twenty minutes ago. He gave us the coordinates of where Mikaela and Samuel Witwicky’s parents are. We've already sent a team to retrieve them.”

And hadn’t told him, of course. When they wanted information, it was paramount, when he might have more injured coming to his infirmary, it was an afterthought.

“What about Sam and Bee?” Ratchet demanded. Prowl only shook his head and Ratchet let out a particularly foul curse in Cybertronian. “Why would he divide their team?”

“He did not say.”

And Prowl refused to guess. Ratchet resisted the urge to snark about too much logic overriding common sense, the Human phrase ‘touch grass’ was remarkable apt. Not that he would mind getting a little closer to touching Prowl, with his sleek armor and commanding tones—

He cut that thought off with no small amount of horror, turning away abruptly. If Prowl was starting to seem appealing, he needed to see Optimus sooner rather than later. “I need to get back into surgery.”

“You need Optimus.”

Ratchet whirled back around furiously, “Did Ironhide—"

“Ironhide hasn’t revealed anything to me, my own observations tell me all I needed to know.” That coolness was gone now, sharpening with command enough for Ratchet to flinch. “You, however, should have told me yourself. I need all pertinent information about the state of our troops to be able to strategize, including about the condition of our medics. If there is anything impeding your duties, I need to know immediately, not when you deem it important enough to mention.”

The sharpness of the rebuke irked, anger warring with shame, because Prowl was correct, damn him, his embarrassment was no excuse for keeping a possible viral incident from Prowl, even one that was more inconvenient than debilitating. “I was planning on it after I spoke to Optimus.”

Prowl said nothing, only regarded him with those steady optics and every word he did not say, Ratchet could easily fill in for himself. Finally, Prowl said, “I will send Optimus to you as soon as he is available.”

The timorous desire that wormed its way past his firewalls was growing the longer Prowl was close and Ratchet forced himself to turn away and said, reluctantly, “Sooner, if possible.”

A moment of silence, then he heard Prowl take a few hasty steps backwards towards the door, once again proving that Prowl was very observant, indeed. “Understood.”

The door opened and closed as Prowl left, if not with unseemly haste than with a healthy respect for keeping Ratchet and his hungry receptors at arms-length

Ratchet exhaled shakily and went back to check the Human’s monitors, firmly ignoring the increasing need. “Intolerable,” he muttered beneath his breath and there was no one awake to hear him.

tbc

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A Sick Man Learns Ren'Py

Apparently, all it took for me to make progress was being sick for a weekend.

I’ve been quietly working on a dating sim about a sea slug girl for a few months now. It’s been a bit slow-going; between developing Riverboat Pachinko, job-hunting, and job… working, I haven’t really found the time to sit down figure out Ren’Py. That is, until this weekend – when a cold completely fried my brain, basically ensuring I wouldn’t be writing any coherent cover letters for a few days.

What I did have the brain capacity to do, was to sit in front of several hours of Ren’Py tutorials on YouTube. So… I did – and it went surprisingly well!

This is nothing particularly impressive at the moment – but it’s about two hours of work, all of which was done through a head cold. It helps that I already had a pretty good idea of what sort of game I was trying to make, and had a grasp on how to go about coding in the systems I had in mind. I also had some basic python experience, so the only gap in my knowledge was really Ren’Py itself.

Overall, that part of it has proven to be… not too complicated, actually. My biggest hurdle was probably understanding how the engine separates Python from its own script; I assumed going in that I would need more Python than I actually do, and tripped over myself a few times instinctively trying to call functions in the middle of Ren’Py scenes. It didn’t take to long to realize what was going on there, though.

I apologize for this meme. I’m still sick while making this.

All-in-all, prototyping with this engine seems to move incredibly quickly – compared to the usual setup I deal with in Unity. I started small with this one, of course, and the real test will come when I start trying to work in some of the more fiddly systems I have in mind. However, I’m at the point where I think I might be able to actually get something substantial done on this in the next few weeks.

For now, though, I’m still sick – so I’m going to scrap the rest of what I was going to write here, keep this post short and simple, and go to sleep 🙂

Thanks for reading, and be well!