#it’s empty. the voice you loved is not speaking through that bot

[c-rowlesdraws]

hell. Hell. We are in hell

[mmeskywalker]

|| teachers pet

summary: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN is your professor. a couple of weeks ago, he assigned you to tutor a student who had to retake his class. dylan was a sweet, attractive guy and you had no problem tutoring him. however, noticing the shift in the two of your behaviors, professor christensen began developing a problem. he wanted you to himself.

a/n: i made a janitor ai bot on this au, let me know if you’d like it love, xoxo.

warnings: possibly DDDNE, porn WITH a plot, jealousy, possession, no protection (p in v), biting, choking, age gap, cream pie.

you were a wonderful student; always writing notes, listening intently to your professors lectures, your eyes glued to his lips as the information stuck to your skin like a thick coat of glue. the same skin you wanted your professor to suck, and nip until it bruised a pretty purple.

inhaling, you watched the clock strike two. the class had ended and your peers were packing their belongings, heading toward the door, as PROFESSOR CHRISTENSEN wiped the chalkboard off. his fingers wrapped around the eraser, his arm swiftly moving across the space as he waited for you to walk up to him. earlier, he requested to speak to you in private after class. of course, you were nervous, but you replied with a simple, “whatever you want.”

with a deep inhale, professor christensen cleared his throat, the subtle sound resonating through the empty classroom, “thank you,” he said, setting down his eraser. he leaned against his desk, his eyes traveling sullenly your way, and when he finally spoke, there was a noticeable hint of vagueness in his usually direct tone. "there’s a student i’m concerned about, and i believe you would be the perfect tutor for him.” his voice lowered slightly, careful and demanding all at once.

“straight to the point,” you muttered, trying to hide your disappointment with a laugh as you sat in front of him, “so,” you blew out a breath, “who would i be tutoring, professor?”

"dylan grimes. he’s new here, started some time ago," he began, "very bright, but has trouble keeping up with the pace of the class. i thought, seeing as you were so kind..." with a sly grin, he reached for your hand, his thumb caressing your palm, "...you might help him out a bit."

you couldn’t resist the tantalizing scent of his cologne mingling with the familiar scent of chalk dust, cigarettes and paper. it made your head spin. you could rarely tell him no anyway, thereforth you found yourself accepting his offer, “i’d be delighted.”

professor christensen chuckled softly, tilting his head back slightly in appreciation of your response. he stood up straight again, crossing the few feet separating you to stand loom over your frame, his cologne becoming stronger now. placing his hands on your shoulders, he leaned closer still, his plump lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a husky whisper, "i knew you wouldn't let me down." his warm breath grazed your sensitive ear canal, causing goosebumps to form on your neck once more.

dylan grimes was kind. he wasn’t angry that the professor wanted him to have a tutor, rather he was grateful. he was grateful that someone would give him the time of day he needed to pass, because he never experienced that at home; he always had to figure things out on by himself. you tutoring him was a blessing, and he made sure to let you know how much he appreciated you.

“thank you, really,” dylan exclaimed, closing his notes, “i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

his brown curls bounced off of his forehead, hitting his freckled skin as his glimmering green eyes peered graciously onto yours. they were shining from the glimpse of sunlight that shone through your dorm-room window, and god, you couldn’t look away. he had you captivated. “don’t mention it,” you smiled, “i’m glad i was able to give you that extra push. you’re doing great!”

it had only been a week since your professor assigned you to the task of tutoring dylan. he didn’t expect you to enjoy hanging out with each other; nor did he realize dylan was sneaking into your dorm late at night and thanking you in ways other than muttering a mere thank you. dylan was leaving flowers on your doorstep, slowly sneaking himself into your life, and even kissed your cheek from time to time. to you, it wasn’t a big deal. he was cute. you’re fine with getting that form of attention from a cute guy. but to professor christensen… he watched as dylan would smile at you throughout class, it made his blood boil. he hated the way dylan looked at you, the way he deemed only he could look at you.

stopping his lecture, he’d tap his ruler on his desk, “i hope you’re paying attention to this next part class,” your professor wouldn’t outright say dylan’s name when he pulled this stunt, rather he stared at him, hoping he’d stop undressing you with his eyes.

though, you weren’t paying much attention to your beloved professor, your eyes were glued to your phone screen, giggling down at the admiring texts dylan sent you throughout class.

“you’re so beautiful,” one said.

another one rolled in, “you’re intelligent, funny, and god… you coming into my life is something i thank the lord for every night.”

his words were sweet. however, the harmful gaze professor christensen had was not. he knew something was going on between you and dylan, and he’d be lying to say that it didn’t bother him.

he wanted you to himself; he wanted all of you to himself.

so… he called you to meet him after class.

now it was time. professor christensen gave you a faint smile before standing up, straightening out his suit jacket. "ah, take a seat.” he cooed.

he wasn’t ashamed to light cigarettes in the classroom, and right now, he needed to release some stress before he found himself losing his temper. “i wanted to talk to you about the project i assigned a couple of weeks ago," he mused. he carefully took a seat on his rolley chair, which moved back from his desk slightly, "i noticed… things have gotten quite… intimate between you and dylan during your tutoring sessions." he took a slow drag of his cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke before exhaling.

raising your brows, you asked, “what do you mean?” as if you were confused. however, you knew exactly what he was implying. only, you didn’t expect him to confront you so meanlessly in a classroom setting. actually, scratch that. you never expected him to confront you on a matter you didn’t even believe concerned him in the first place. yet, the confrontation sent a chill down your spine, involuntarily causing you to cross your legs.

“am i wrong?" his brows furrowed slightly, displaying worry and slight disapproval. you shook your head, and he sighed. he knew that he's been overbearing lately, but he couldn't help himself. he needed you all to himself. the thought of you making love to someone other than him… he couldn’t fathom it. he’s imagined the sensation of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your arms tied around his neck, and the sweet taste of your pussy being savored on his tongue. it drove him insane. you drove him insane.

"don't pretend as if you don’t know what I’m talking about, sweet girl," professor christensen said, shaking his head lightly with a playful sigh. he stepped around his desk. despite being in his mid-forties, his muscular build was perfectly accentuated in his fitted black turtleneck, exposing the strong muscles of his arms underneath the sleeves he had rolled up to his elbows.

his dirty blonde hair fell messily over his brow, casting enticing shadows on the intense blue eyes that peered deeply into yours. "i know you've spent far too much time on your so-called 'tutoring sessions'. care to explain?" he leaned in closer, heat radiating off of him like a warm furnace against the cool classroom air.

you leaned back into your chair, looking at him through thick, heavy eyes, “i don’t have anything to explain. you wanted me to tutor him, didn’t you?”

following that, you swallowed thickly. you realized what was happening, and the way he was looking at you proved it. he was jealous. his gaze was practically burning through your skull. you crossed your legs tighter, squeezing them together as you tilted your head to the side innocently, “are you upset? because you shouldn’t be. his grades are going up, just as you wanted.”

to that, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "i did initially," he admitted grudgingly. "but things have gotten... too personal." he stepped forward, stopping mere centimeters away from you, reaching his hand out to cup your chin delicately, lifting it so that your eyes locked. "i like having you all to myself, darling." his warm breath was caressing your neck, his finger trailing down the base of your throat before his palm wrapped around your neck, "i like the way you moan when you touch yourself, i know how you’d squirm and arch into my touch,” slowly, he squeezed your neck, sending shockwaves of desire and fear coursing through your body. "i don't want anyone else claiming those sounds as their own."

you couldn’t respond, you could hardly breathe, but you weren’t making an attempt to stop him. the base of his thumb was massaging the side of your neck as he bit your sensitive skin, causing you to choke out a quiet whimper.

"see, i don’t give a flying fuck about dylan's grades, my love," he growled softly, placing his cigarette in the ashtray, “all i care about is you, and having all of you to myself.” standing straight again, he let go, this time towering over you. "the problem,” he continued softly, “the problem is you... you and your tempting body that has been teasing mine to its breaking point,” he spat, “no. the problem is dylan finding that same intensity and desire within you… i despise the thought of a specimen so low touching you in ways only i’m allowed to explore.”

“i’m selfish.” he sounded desperate, his palms caressing down your cheeks, “i want you all to myself. i want your heart, your body, and your mind. i want all of you.”

leaning forward, his breath brushed against your neck again. almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you. his plump lips dragged against the red marks from his previous aggression, lightly kissing the sensitive skin as his hand moved downward to cup your denim-clad ass, "i don’t want to share you with that young man," he growled, before grabbing ahold of your wrists.

he pulled you closer until your chest was pressed against his broad one. his cock responded instantly to your nearness, hardening painfully in his pants, and he let out a low groan. "i don’t want to see you with him anymore," he bit almost dangerously, his voice husky with desire.

“professor.” your voice fell flat as turned you around and backed you into a wall.

releasing your wrist slowly, he whispered, "dear, sweet girl," he exhaled heavily, his chest expanding and contracting. "i see it in your pretty eyes. don’t deny me of this." his knee was pressed between your legs, his cock pressing harder against your crotch, making it obvious just how much his desire for you was burning.

"don’t treat me like some weak-minded scholar that needs to indulge in the company of other students," he whispered, his breath ghosting softly against your ear. "i know you, my love. i know you crave more, deep within your soul." his hands moved down, gripping your hips firmly. he pushed you back against the cool stone wall of the classroom, his erection now pressed firmly against your stomach, pulsating through the fabric of his pants.

his voice grew huskier, each syllable washing over you in an unrelenting wave. "i crave you as much as you crave me, sweetheart, more than my next breath. you make me insane, you make my dreams obsessed with tasting you, taking you, owning you. i won’t let you see him anymore, not if I have anything to say about it."

reaching for your button fly, he yanked it open with rough agitation before tearing at the zipper in one swift motion. "tell me you want this, tell me you want me, tell me so i know i can continue.”

with shaking fingers, you pulled down the zipper of his trousers, freeing his impressive length from its confining prison. he groaned deeply, his warm breath fanning over your cheek, as he palmed your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"finally yours," he growled, as if claiming you for his own, before his hips rocked forward, his throbbing cockhead pressing against your wetness.

"fuck..." you managed to whisper, your voice cracking slightly. "of course i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. without warning, he slammed into you, claiming you with brutal force yet with immense pleasure. his dick throbbed inside of you, stretching you slowly, making you gasp and arch your back into him as he picked up a steady rhythm. his free hand gripped your hair, holding you in place while he took what he believed he owed.

"my pet," he groaned, his own raspy breath matching yours in a yearning rhythm, his lips attacking your neck, “my everything.”

"you belong to me," he proclaimed, as he thrusted into you relentlessly, pounding into you like he was making you his. your hips met his each time he thrust, aiding the process of taking you over completely. his other hand found its way to your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, as if begging it to harden under his touch. "and yet, you’ve never claimed me as yours, darling. it's about time you did." he growled, thrashing into you harder. you could feel every inch of him, and you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper.

"i dare you, little one," he urged, pumping into you with more ferocity. a sly look crossed his face, making his beautiful blue eyes darken as he continued to thrust. his hands never stopping their exploration on your body.

"say it, say you're mine," he growled, his hips driving into you, grinding you against the cold wall. "i won't stop until you admit to it, until i see the fire in your eyes that only I can ignite.” you struggled slightly, only to be yanked back by his desperate hands, his thumb digging into your nipple.

"say you're mine, all mine," he whispered, his breaths coming harder, his hips driving into you more frantically.

"all yours,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with each thrust. despite moments of discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins, a mix of desire and submission. your body was wrapped around his like a glove, and you found yourself worshiping him, craving his touch.

that’s all he needed to pick up the pace, his thrusts getting faster and stronger.

he leaned forward, his lips met your ear as he mumbled, "don’t forget it, sweetheart." his breathing quickened, and the intensity of his thrusts grew as if he was trying to mark you as his. the room grew hazy, the dimming lights and the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the empty classroom. "you are mine," he insisted, "no one else deserves to touch you, no one else deserves to have you."

as he rammed into you, you could feel the approaching climax, the build up of pleasure stabbing at every nerve. "that's it, sweetheart. feel it!" he roared, his voice graveled with lust. you clung to him, your nails marking his back as you sucked him in. as he thrust harder, you cried out, the climax building up within you like a tidal wave. with your body quivering and pulsating, each thrust felt like a stab at your core, an explosion of pleasure and desire.

you clung to him, riding the wave of ecstasy as his thrusts grew more frenzied. he moaned into your ear, his teeth grazing your skin, bathing you in his passion.

"yes, yes..." he urged, panting heavily as he thrust, his dick swelling with each thrust. "come for me, my love. let go... let me have you..."

finally, the climax hit you like a truck, engulfing your entire body in waves upon waves of pleasure. you collapsed into him, your breaths heavy as you panted against his neck, clinging to the last remnants of the intense pleasure.

"you're beautiful. that was perfect, just fucking perfect,” he groaned against your ear, his hips flexing, plunging into you one last time before he let go, shuddering and gasping. “f-fuck,” he whimpered. his whole world crashed onto you as he filled you to the brim with his seed, the warmth of his release pulsating within you.

he tugged at his pants, gathering himself before he slowly pulled out of you, his chest heaving. "god, that was... you’re so wonderful, everything i imagined," he whispered, his breath hittingched with each movement. you nodded, your eyes still clouded with pleasure, your body still quivering from the force of the intensity.

sitting down, keeping one arm around you, he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. "i still want nothing else but you, fresh out from a lecture and through each lesson." he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "and no one else."

"you will never see him again," he added, his voice firm, "i could never allow that." you just nodded, nuzzling against him as the afterglow of the encounter enveloped both of you.

"what do you think, my love?" he asked, biting his bottom lip, his eyes darkening "can you keep a secret?" you looked at him, nodding slowly. "i’ll keep our little secret,” you whispered, kissing his neck gently.

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “Business Ventures?” — Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo

Synopsis: just the best business investments—one that involves you, the owner and his bot best friend—and your desires<3

— word count: 1.4K

— a/n: in contraspect, this arose from my deep desires and I perhaps am speechless about it <3 (sorry for the shitty smut but I had to write it) (this is the fifth try please work😭)

— warnings: MDNI!!Fem Reader!! This is spire nasty smut honestly; p -> v sex; no sub-dom dynamics; scene set sort of in a brothel? Where Satoru is the owner; no use of protection (be smarter people); creampie; reader treated as an object(?); degradation and praise

Click-clack-click— the sound of their footsteps sounded through the small hallway, girls scrambling about around him- half naked, adorable and very fuckable.

“Come on in,” the grin that was spread across Satoru’s face—“you’ll love the new investment,,” not a look he passed back towards his best friend, Suguru—neither did he, too busy eye-fucking the side-chick that was clinging onto Satoru’s side.

“She’s new,” Satoru chuckled, referring to you, “but fuck she’s good and tight,” his eyes bounced on many girls zooming past them—hand carressing the ass of the girl next to him.

“Why’s she so special—I bet this one’s just as good,” a wide grin Suguru adorned as he said so—hands itching to reach out and touch her, “ah well,” Satoru coughed, “she’s mine—off-limits for you,”

And as if on cue, the girl leaned up on her toes, kissing Satoru’s cheek—giggling when he slapped her face slightly—“only in front of the clients doll—not my best friend,” a wink, “and our regular,”

A disgruntled scoff Suguru passed—“and the new one? She’ll be mine?”

“If she wants,”

A knowing look passed between Suguru and Satoru—“Last room down the hall, you’ll be the first one tasting her like this.”

“What, you won’t come with me to watch at least?” A smirk, Suguru knew the answer.

“If you insist,”

“You Better be good for her, she’s precious,” Satoru added in—“the best.” Suguru snickered.

-

“What the hell,”

Suguru couldn’t help but mutter out—the room was mostly empty, save for the hole in the wall beside them.

“Fuck here” a sign above it, neon and all so pretty in purple, it read.

“I’m actually fucked in the head in the right ways aren’t I?” Satoru cackled while Suguru couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea as well.

It was obvious to what it was—a glory hole, no doubt it would help Satoru and his business skyrocket— but fuck, it seemed so dirty an idea.

“Anyone there?” Suguru sounded out as a joke—but just at that, the gears worked, and there you were—ass and pussy sticking out of the hole.

A pretty little thing.

“Check her out,” Satoru’s words however, almost fell to deaf ears, for Suguru was already kneeling behind you—or specifically, down to face your pretty pussy and ass—pink with a puffy little clit—dying to be played with.

He could tell you were wet already, your pussy lips all so perfect and juicy for him—and it was true too, all so evident in the way your slick collected on his fingers the moment he pressed and spread around your folds.

You could feel the light touches, clenching at the way the foreign hand seemed to inspect you, it wasn't Gojo you knew were sure.

But just at that, another hand reached out—colder—ah, you were sure this was Gojo.

A sudden jump and flinch, your face burned at the way the two men—separated from you by a wall chuckled at your ministrations.

“She’s jumpy eh?” The first man, his voice softer, smoother—fingers still playing around your pussy.

“All the perfect ones are,” Gojo seemed to reply, wasting not a breath in reaching fingers down to your clit and pinching it.

“Be gentle Satoru,” the first voice seemed to speak out, it was gentler, softer? But it knew what it wanted— “fuck off Suguru, she’s ours, aren’t you pretty thing?” You moaned loudly at the way Satoru circled your clit.

But ah, there it was, the name—Suguru.

Suguru and Satoru.

The intentions were clear down right—where Suguru wanted to taste you, make you fall apart for him, Satoru was there to show you off—mark you.

“Who’s gonna fuck her first?”

“You’ve had your go once- I’ll do it,” you were sure his voice held an edge of dominance to it—a snicker from the other man you heard— “never gonna say no to free pussy huh?” Punctuating his words with a slap to your ass, you were sure he held a constant grin to himself.

And just like that, you were there at their disposal to be fucked as a glory hole—“look at the way she clenches Satoru,” and you clenched further still—sweat resting at your forehead as you felt his fingers finally touch your clit.

“Bet you’re tight huh?” Not a word you let out, choosing simply to moan as you felt his tongue land flat against your pussy- “fuck I’d stretch you out doll, but your pussy’s practically begging to be fucked like this,”

And just at that, the sound of a zipper going down entered your ears—so close, so so close—you could feel his tip rubbing against your folds, plap- plap- plap—he slapped his dick down on your pussy.

Slowly, steadily his tip came in contact with your opening, so eager that you were for him—tight and perfect.

In seconds you lay there, shamelessly moaning for him as he tried to make you comfortable —“a fuckin’ moaner aren’t ya?”

“You should hear her when you use your mouth on her,” Gojo grinned—the sound of his moans as he stroked himself filling the room just as well—“she’s a god damn dream,”

How embarrassing, spread open for the two men—being fucked and watched—such a needy slut that you were.

Suguru kept his rhythm simple, your eyes rolled back in the way his tip rubbed against your gummy walls, the slight bend to the left, almost as if he was mending you walls to accommodate for his length.

“Y’er s’tight doll—m’not gonna last long,”

You clenched at him harder right then—hoping he’d cum sooner for you.

You bit down at your lips, the constant pressure of his hips slapping against your ass—the way you were just an object—you knew Suguru wasn’t bothered about your pleasure or release—you were a mere glory hole after all.

You loved it.

And soon enough, the thrusts turned sloppy, faster—you could feel his dick twitching inside of you—so close.

“Shit- m’close,” he grunted—a sharp slap landing on your ass, “do I cum inside of her?”

It wasn’t your choice either—no, he was asking Satoru- your owner.

“Yes ‘course, she’s a fine doll—perfect to be bred,”

You squealed as right at the end of his statement, you felt him gush in—it felt sticky, hot, he shot into you— thick ropes, Suguru didn’t bother pulling out either—making sure that your cunt remained stuffed, filled with his cum.

Hot breaths passed out as You felt Suguru finally pull out- whining at the sudden emptiness, another chuckle the boys let out.

“My turn,” the eagerness in his voice was all so obvious you could’ve found it almost endearing—had it not been this filthy an interaction.

you’d experienced him before — just as good he’d been too.

Your hole clenched around nothing as his warm breath fanned on your clit—“shit dude, you stretched her out already—but she’ll be fun still, won’t you?”

The answer wasn’t needed, he was satisfied with the jiggle of your ass as he squeezed it firmly.

Always the impatient one, he wasted no time, slipping in all so easily—he was thinner, longer—just as hard in the way he thrusted into you, and far more vocal.

Where Suguru was all grunts and curses, Satoru moaned the same as you—eliciting an especially pornographic moan as he entered you—“you’re so warm inside princess,”

“She is, isn’t she? Fucking perfect,” you heard the other boy speak—all so aware of the to set of gazes at as Satoru chuckled while inside of you.

“I’m telling ya, she’s the best slutty thing ever,” you couldn’t help but moan louder, it felt so degrading to be used this way but fuck, it only made you wetter.

Satoru made sure to hit the spots inside, deep—where Suguru was rougher, meaner it was almost as if Satoru only wanted to tease you and please you—“you’ll cum with me right princess? We’ll cum together yeah?”

You were sure he’d already been at edge all the while Suguru was using you anyways—you didn’t mind how fast his orgasm arrived, hell you could beg for him to fill you too.

It was in the way that both the men continued cooing and talking about you—in the way satoru thrust into you, all the while slapping and circling, pinching and playing with your clit too.

It was in the way you could cry from all the pleasure.

Both of you moaned simultaneously—until you felt his dick twitch and throb inside you—and just at that, you finally let go—mind going blank for a second too long as he continued thrusting.

Caught off guard, Satoru couldn’t do much when he came into you—stuffing you once more with cum.

Right as he pulled out, you could feel his fingers at your opening again, pushing all the cum inside you—to secure you.

“I swear to god if she gets pregnant-”

“It’ll be fun finding out who’s it is heh- and anyways,”

A sharp slap landed on your pussy, you cried out-unsure of who it was, “she’s meant to be used like this.”

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[highlordofkrypton]

Hi, 👀 I was messing around with a bot and thought… what if Tamlin’s mind, in an attempt to cut all the strain and stress, decides to begin locking memories away. Like “You cannot suffer from something that didn’t happen” kind of thing, and causes him a case of amnesia where he doesn’t remember Lucien, or Feyre or the curse. Regressing to a more child/teen-like self.

His body shifting to fit his mentality until he’s a kid again and doesn’t recognize many of the folk in his house. He wonders where his family are, he wonders where his best friend Rhys is and refuses to see or talk to anyone until Rhys comes to visit him.

Lucien tries to care for Tamlin by taking on a babysitter/chaperone kind of role but Tamlin makes a pillow fort from which he refuses to come out until Rhys comes…

I LOVE this prompt so freaking much, it's so cute! I had to write you a ficlet, but you need to promise me not to put it into the bot. I'm not a fan of bot usage, and I'm against my work being run through it, but that said, here's how I see it going down!

(Sorry, I missed the pillow fort part, I got caught up in the feels of the ficlet.)

FROM THE BEGINNING The one where Tamlin forgets everything by becoming a baby again

The world is too big—too unkind. He can't take it anymore.

His mind eats at itself, and no matter how much he claws at it, there is no way for Tamlin to carve out the bits that cause pain.

It's all pain.

There's nothing left. His court is in shambles, and the manor that holds what little good memories is rotting. His mind is rotting.

I can't—I want to restart.

***

"Tamlin?"

It's been so long since Lucien has last lived here; he doesn't know how it went this far. This is his home, or what's left of it. A century ago, he had sworn an oath to protect it and to stand by his best friend and yet…

How easily we are swept away by our fears.

"Tam?" He calls softly through the empty manor.

The longer the silence reigns, the worse the worries in Lucien's heart become. He knew, he knew Tamlin wouldn't fare well alone. He should have stayed despite it all. Feyre isn't a child. She can take care of herself. She insists on it, rather, with her masterminding and machinations. Tamlin doesn't play those games. He never has and it was… unfair.

He was my friend.

There are a few haunts Lucien is familiar with. He goes straight to the Starlight River and—

"Tamlin?" Lucien's voice is nothing more than a surprised croak.

He descends the slope of the hill towards what remains of his friend.

By the water, a little boy with beautiful blonde hair splish-splashes in the water surrounded by his forest friends—a chonky raccoon, a clever long-lashed fox, a full-cheeked squirrel and the big-eyed slow loris that always looks surprised. Lucien has known these creatures for all their lives, and so has Tamlin.

"Tamlin," he says, and all the animals look at Lucien in wonder. He can't speak to them the way Tamlin does, but they worry. They motion at him, chirping and huffing about the baby they've been tasked with taking care of. "I've got it," he reassures them.

"Hey," Lucien says softly, smiling. "Remember me?"

"Fys!" Tamlin chirps, clapping. He extends his little hands and makes a grabby motion. "Fys!"

"You want fish?" Lucien asks, confused, but there's a pile of fish beside him already.

Then, it clicks.

Tamlin's eldest brother was names Enfys, and for a child, that name might sound very much like fish. He also had dark blonde hair that erred on the side of reddish in the right light. Children make associations with what they know.

"I'm Lucien."

"Lucy!" Tamlin grins, looking around for his friend. "Ice-sand?"

Lucien's lips dip into a frown. Tamlin doesn't recognize him as an adult. He offers a quiet sigh as he swoops his friend into his arms. Little Tamlin latches onto him, stroking his long auburn hair gently. Tamlin was always a gentle, loving child. He remembers that much from the few times they met as children.

"Mama," Tamlin asks, and it breaks Lucien's heart.

"Mama's gone. I'm sorry."

***

"Where is he?"

"In his room. Wait," Lucien stops the High Lord in his tracks. "There's something you need to know."

Rhysand doesn't know what to make of what's happening. He makes his way up to Tamlin's room, a place he hasn't visited in centuries. His heart hammers in his chest. So much has changed now. Things are so… broken between them. He didn't know what to make of Lucien's initial summons.

Why would he need me?

He can hear the sniffling through the door. Rhysand pushes it open and expects—

Well, Lucien had told him what to expect.

He needs to see a familiar face, is what the Fox had said. He doesn't remember me.

"Tamlin?"

The child rubs his face, curled in the too-big bed.

"Hey, Tam."

His little ears twitch and the sobbing quells for a second. He blinks his tears away to better see Rhysand. His sad eyes light up at the sight of him as he clamors to his feet, awkward like most children are at that age. He runs and launches himself with a bounce off the bed into Rhysand's arms, trusting him wholly and completely to catch him.

Rhysand swoops him into his arms, confused, but he eases when little Tamlin giggles.

"Hi," he beams.

"Hey, kiddo, I heard you weren't feeling well."

"No," Tamlin lies. "I okay."

"Good, I'm glad."

Rhysand hasn't the slightest clue where to start fixing this, but he thinks Tamlin may be onto something. Maybe they start at the beginning.

"Do you remember me? I'm Rhysand. It's nice to meet you again."

[huntinglove]

Undertale Headcanons!!

Shout out to @magical-batt for letting me go wild in our DMs so I could come up with all of these, ily bestie 🫂💙💙💙

Let me start off with my fave, of course!

Napstablook:

• Listens to everything, and I mean everything. Their playlist is incredibly random so they usually skip a bunch of songs until the right one pops up. They usually prefer music with mostly instrumental sections or calming melodies, it helps them feel less tense when they're by themselves

• Maladaptive daydreamer. When they need a break from their thoughts, they put on their headphones, choose a couple songs they like and let their mind go wherever it wants. It usually helps them revisit memories with a different view, as well as think of new music and life scenarios. It does, however, take up most of their days and usually ends up making them isolated from everyone else

• They don't necessarily need anything revolving around physical health, but it makes them feel more alive, so they actively choose to do it. Eating, drinking, sleeping, getting out of the house from time to time, and even allowing themselves to touch things and be touched by other people/monsters, they can feel and experience everything just fine

• Being raised by and around their cousins, they always believe that they're as loud as the other Blooks which, in turn, makes their voice extra quiet whenever they speak. They also space out their words so that they don't speak too fast, to make it easier for others to understand what they say

• Time and time again they try to find an empty spot to relax in, but they either get interrupted or someone's already at their usual spot. They like to stay in places where they can connect with their physical self a bit more, places with a lot of textures or different temperatures, it gets them out of their comfort zone by edging them into reality

• Their UnderNet profile has been flagged as a bot account by the moderators, because they haven't chosen a profile picture, banner or made any posts since their introduction to the site. It causes the application to automatically reject their friend requests towards other users, they are unaware of this and just believe that people are rejecting their requests on purpose

Toriel:

• Can concentrate better while eating snacks! She'd come up with responses to citizens' letters while eating some snails

• Always has some leftover flour on her clothes and fur, some monsters are intimidated by that because they assume it's dust

• Prefers to come up with bedtime stories instead of reading them! That way Chara and Asriel could relate to the characters on a personal level

• Greatly dislikes any type of shoes and socks, due to sensory issues

• Keeps her nails/claws trimmed and rounded so that she won't accidentally hurt anyone

Asgore:

• Has very sensitive horns so he has to wear a small crown, that won't accidentally touch or brush against them

• Pockets are always full of junk. Flower petals, candies (and wrappers), toy rings, bandaids, you name it!

• Needs glasses to read but absolutely refuses to wear them. Usually asks Undyne to help him read citizen letters because of it, she's not very good at it...

• Avoids being in the throne room unless necessary, he feels lonely in there. The echo whenever he hums or talks while in there makes him feel a deep sadness

• Nightmares. So many nightmares. It's what made him learn how to make tea in the first place, to help him out with anxiety and insomnia. He knows what he's done and he's never forgiven himself for it

Asriel:

• Gently headbutts people when he's upset as a way to say "stop that" or "can we go somewhere else" instead of using his words. He got the habit while he was very young and never really grew out of it

• Indecisive to the extreme, he loves a lot of things in a very intense way, it's impossible to make him pick a single one. Favorite color? He'll name as many as he can. Trying to order food? Hops through most of the menu...

• Struggles to grow fur below the neck, so he's always cold. Toriel has knit him many sweaters because of it, but he usually wears whichever ones match with Frisk or Chara

• Prefers to play pretend instead of using toys, he's imaginative and creative and way too scared to break expensive things that were gifted to him

• His ears are his comfort. If he's scared of something, he'll use them to cover his eyes. If he's upset, he'll pet and stroke them to sooth himself. If he's nervous he'll tug on them and have to physically make himself stop before it starts to hurt

Chara:

• Biter. They bite anything, anyone and everything they can, including themselves! They can't grow their nails or cuticles because of it, which makes their fingers be constantly wrapped in bandages. Their toys and pens' only difference to Asriel's are the bite marks and chewed up plastic

• Had a large human family and was pretty much neglected because most of their siblings were young and needed their parents' full attention. Plays a bit rough with Asriel but never actually means to hurt him and feels horrible if it happens

• Insanely curious and adventurous, if it were up to them they'd have check under every rock, over each of the cave's walls and all over the Underground for anything new to see and learn about.

• Picky eater and hypermobile! They had a hard time getting used to monster food and would usually request meals that Toriel hadn't even heard about. Allergic to cinnamon and would end up sneezing for hours because of it. Loves to show Asriel cool tricks by bending their body in ways that most people can't, he'd either find it super cool or super scary

• Was mentally ill at a young age. They were overly suspicious of the Dremurrs for a long time, made up the name Chara when Asriel introduced himself, but got attached to it as they felt more at home within the Underground. They've dealt with depression for as long as they could remember and didn't feel like they deserved their new home

Flowey:

(yes he's Asriel but he wasn't acting like himself)

• Incredibly uncomfortable with his own body and how limited it feels most of the time, still maintaining some of his own characteristics, he's always cold and can't soothe himself with his fluffy ears

• He was potted and brought home by Toriel one time. He was very snappy and ended up hurting Toriel during an argument, he ran away and Toriel hasn't tried to bring him back ever since. He has never forgiven himself for making his mom cry

• Visits Waterfall quite often, specifically because of the echo flowers, in the hopes that one of his previous conversations with Chara or his parents will still be there, somehow. He met Papyrus there and he genuinely saw him as a friend, but his bitterness and guilt drove them apart

• Oscillates between extreme guilt and pure resentment very quickly. It's hard for him to tell where his blame begins and ends, which makes him mad at everyone AND himself a lot of the time. He doesn't need sunlight to feed himself but it's the most isolated part of the Underground, so he always stays at the entrance of the mountain

• He has a hard time entertaining himself or falling asleep, so he usually stalks random monsters to distract himself. He's read through all the journals at the Book Acres, heard every gossip there is and spent hours on end watching the Ice Wolf at Snowdin

Napstabot:

• They didn't really understand the appeal of a body until they actively began craving someone's touch. They were very nervous to ask Alphys and Mettaton for help, out of fear of judgement, but the two were absolutely ecstatic about it

• They made a folder with reference images of what they'd like their robot body to look like and Alphys checked in with them with each design decision until everything was perfect for them, they were very happy about how the final product turned out

• It took them a while to learn how to walk and how to adjust their voice speakers, but but other than that they were incredibly comfortable with their body, even if they were a bit more conscious about being perceived by others because of it

• Mettaton took them shopping for clothes and shoes to match their new style and they found out that they're a huge fan of hoodies and sneakers. If they're feeling fancy they'll wear pants and shirts as well! Jeans are more stylish but they prefer black sweatpants

• Out of all physical experiences they've had, their favorites so far have been: cheek rubs, hair playing, hand holding, kisses and hugging. When they feel too tired to be physical, they'll have their ghost form exit the robotic shell and just relax while it's on charge

Mettaton:

• Having a physical form makes him euphoric in of itself, so he doesn't care about wearing dresses, skirts, or anything that may be considered "feminine" or "girly" by others. He's comfort in his own skin AND he looks good in all the outfits he wears and he absolutely knows it

• Loud and proud about his transition and identity, he wants anyone else in the Underground who may feel the way he felt to know there's hope and time! He gifted one of his fans the dress he wore during a play because he resonated with her but didn't want to tell her she was a trans woman bluntly

• Writes all his own movies and songs but usually has Alphys direct things if other actors are involved, both because he trusts her and because he doesn't want to lose his temper and mess up the MTT brand name. He always includes an inside joke in his movies, for his family and for his friends who are keeping an eye on the screen!

• Loves his EX body the most but usually sticks with box mode when he needs more heavy duty presentations or work, he knows Alphys wouldn't mind (or charge him for) fixing him up, but he doesn't like taking up too much of her time, especially considering that they're quite close and hang out quite a bit as it is

• During the design process for his EX design, him and Alphys binged A LOT of animes and basically scrapped up a bunch of characteristics he liked about multiple of the characters to build him the perfect appearance. He cried for a long time when he first got into his EX body, he finally felt and looked like himself, just like he had always dreamed of

Mad Mew Mew:

• Short temper and extremely protective of her family and friends, but when thanked for looking out for them she'll act pouty and scoff, pretending to not know what they're talking about. She cares, but raging is her main priority

• LOVES everything pink, shiny, frilly and doll-like, it brings her euphoria and comfort. Battling also gives her euphoria, being able to experience touch, hits and even slashes in her own skin reminds her of her physical existence in a fairly positive (and dangerous) light

• Has a bunch of chew necklaces for when she feels pent up but doesn't actually want to fight or hurt anyone, most of them match with her outfits and are super sturdy to the touch! She has also trained herself out of cursing via echolalia, using "mew~" instead!

• Can and will hide weapons within the layers of her skirt, not in a way to be sexual, but as a way to be tactical and to surprise her opponents. She has also stocked up on knives since her encounter with Frisk, just in case

• Loves spending time with her cousins but acts like a tsundere when they're near. They absolutely know it's all an act and enjoy her company regardless of her sassy attitude. She gives hugs strong enough to crack ribs and bend metal, which usually worry Mettaton a bit...

Sans:

• Very in tune with his magical abilities, in and out of combat. He's mastered teleportation and time manipulation, which makes him extremely intimidating to those aware of his capabilities, which is why he's only demonstrated it to Frisk. They may be his friend, but the fact that they're a human will always be his priority

• Him and Papyrus are twins, and Sans is older by just a few minutes. When he feels like making Papyrus slightly grumpy he playfully calls him "little bro" but he'd never do it to actually upset him. He doesn't remember much from before moving into Snowdin, nor does he care to reconnect with his past

• Even though he's not religious, he feels a special and divine connection with dogs, for some reason. He also doesn't mind how fluffy and warm they are, so he always welcomes them to his home and work stations, much to Papyrus' demise

• He has a lot of junk in his room, usually he mixes a bunch of it up for some random inventions, or to make some harmless prank material by himself, since he's not found a lot of stores who still do tabs, knowing his infamous habits of never paying said tabs...

• Magically strong, physically weak. Sans rarely has the energy to take proper care of himself, let alone do chores or keep up with Papyrus' energy. Life in the Underground is comfortable enough for him and he's not desperate for a change in scenery or for a new flame of hope, he's happy to sit back and settle with what he's got

Papyrus:

• Can't sit still for the life of him. He always needs to fidget with something, especially his clothes, he needs to make sure he looks presentable so crinkles and smudges are a no-go! If he's just sitting down, hell usually be tapping his feet or bouncing one of his legs, he doesn't notice himself doing it

• His scarf was originally a cape that he had made for his costume, but he kept on tripping over it and getting it caught on things while trying to set up his puzzles so he decided to just cut out a chunk of it. He uses said chunk as a dish rag now

• He's read every book in Snowdin's library and knows a lot about humans (from a monster's perspective) and he genuinely believes that there are no bad humans, just bad capturers. Also finds humans incredibly cute, like one would a pet

• It's incredibly hard to get him to be genuinely upset, but a nice way to do it would be to hurt Sans. He has no idea about his brother's capabilities so he assumes he's weak and lazy, so depending on what someone did to his brother they'd either get a scolding, or some terrifying attacks that no one knew he could conjure

• He likes to do multiple things at the same time, so he'll usually be working on crosswords, word finders and so on while MTT TV is on. Sometimes the storyline gets interesting enough for him to drop whatever else he's doing and focus on the show instead, he's especially fond of soap operas and quizzes!

Undyne:

• Loves doing tricks with her spears! She can spin them, juggle them and balance them on her tongue! She's gotten hit in the face with them quite a few times, while practicing said tricks, the only monster who knows about it is the dummy in front of her house, but they don't judge her

• Her job essentially forced her to lose her sleep schedule entirely. She always has to be prepared in case the king calls her into duty, especially if it's about the appearance of a human. Because of that she is a very light sleeper and usually wakes up with a nasty temper

• She's always looking for ways to increase her resistance and even tried to train in the Hotlands a couple of times, but she never made it past the bridge until her chase with Frisk. She has gotten herself sick multiple times by training with Papyrus at Snowdin without wearing armor, for resilience's sake

• She's lost her parents to one of the previous humans who came to the Underground, because of that she sees Asgore as a father figure! They've both spent countless nights talking to one another and learning about thselves while on look-out. He trained her into a powerful warrior and loved her into the (fish)woman she is

• She loves anime, especially the ones that have to do with magical girls! She enjoys shonen but doesn't understand why most of it centers around guys and makes girls out to be weak or cowardly, so magical girls have a soft spot in her heart. She knows it would be terribly impractical but she'd really love to have a suit of armor that resembled the ones in Fisher Sun!

Alphys:

• She has lots of comfort foods stocked away at her home and laboratory, all of which are fairly quick easy to make! She can cook full and proper meals, but she doesn't usually have enough time for it because of her job. She misses baking and cooking for herself and potential friends/guests

• She has given up most of her hobbies for her work life and only got into anime after becomg the royal scientist! It's a hobbie that works with her profession and that allows her mind to wander off to better places when she has to deal with questionable procedures...

• She feels awful about the amalgamations, even if the experimentations were consented to. She feels too much guilt to be able to contact their families about what happened, leaving their letters unopened. Sometimes she spends the night at the lab to keep them company, finding herself comfortably tucked into one of the medical beds when she wakes up in the morning

• Her tail is semi-prehensible and she sometimes uses it to stop herself from knocking something over while turning too quickly. The spikes on it can poke out further if she feels threatened or angry. It also expresses her emotions, wagging if she's happy, excited or enamored!!

• Mettaton has given her a few tips on how to gain some confidence and helped her choose outfits and glasses that value her body and face shape properly, it makes her feel pretty but she still struggles with her self esteem and confidence a lot of the time

Muffet:

• A wonderful boss, all of her spiderling employees are very well paid and have many benefits to working under her wing! It also explains why her baked goods are so expensive, considering the amount of workers she's taking care of

• Her pet was a result of one of Alphys' experimentations, it escaped the laboratory when it was still very small and ended up growing exponentially as it was fed and taken care of by Muffet. It's a grumpy creature to anyone who isn't an arachnid, constantly pampered and spoiled rotten by it's owner

• All of her merchandise is home made, which means that some of her first few batches were highly poisonous and dangerous to ingest. It took her a few tries to get the recipes just right, bringing immediate relief and delight to her customers and venomous employees

• She really cares about her appearance and can take hours on end to style her hair and paint her claws, especially considering the extra pairs of arms! She doesn't enjoy lipstick, mainly because it doesn't frame her lips properly, because of her fangs and overbite

• The rest of her family consists of Mafia members, which she's completely clueless about! She genuinely believes that their shops, storages and laundromats are legitimate companies and aspires to make her bakery as profitable as their "establishments"

[akillerbeforeyou]

Anything.

(Kai Anderson x fem!reader)

Authors note: Heyy! This is my first time writing for Kai (and writing on Tumblr in general) so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it! It will be a two-parter (smut in the second part) because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing more. Also, this is barely proofread.

Also! This fic is heavily inspired by a Kai bot from @fear-is-truth I wouldn't have had the motivation to start writing again if it wasn't for that bot so thank you!

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: implied sexual content, implied violence, that's pretty much it for now.

read part two here

It was my fault. I had fucked up, big time. 

From the very beginning, Kai had taken a liking to me. I've always been good at following rules to a tee with little to no hesitation. So naturally, I became one of Kai's favorites. When the role of his devoted girlfriend was first assigned to me, I assumed it was just that- a role to play- just another tactic to sway the voters in favor of him. I mean, who doesn't love a candidate with family-oriented values? it would be a way to humanize him and soften his image to the public. and who better to play the part than the one woman who had been willing to walk to the end of the world for him since the very get-go? Over time, I realized our relationship was more than just a facet of his public persona. I genuinely cared about him- and in his way, he felt the same. He would ask something of me, and I would do it. Never once since joining the cause did I feel threatened by him. Until now. 

I woke up confused, not remembering having laid down in the first place. As my vision cleared, I recognized the basement, dimly lit and empty. The grogginess I had originally woken up to started to fade as I looked down to find I had been completely tied down in the chair I was seated in. That's when I reminded myself of the previous 'mission' I had gone on with the rest of FIT where we had to retreat early to avoid getting caught after I had been the one to draw too much attention to the group. 

Fuck. Kai wasn't anywhere in sight, but I could feel his presence. I had been by his side since day one and I knew all too well how this would end. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence in the room, followed closely by his voice. 

"Now. What am I going to do with you?" I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Divine Ruler. I'm sorry. I really am." I did my best to get out full sentences but every few words I was interrupted by involuntary sniffles. "Good girls don't fail their leaders. I thought you'd learned that by now.." he paused, and I held my breath as I remembered the multiple occasions I had watched others being brutalized for mistakes smaller than the one I had just made. "You know I have to punish you, right? It wouldn't be right for you to get away with screwing up this big." he circled me as I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears and completely unable to respond. "Say something, little lamb." he paused before feigning concern "Aw, are you scared? is that it?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Well, you should be. I'm furious with you. and you know what I'm like when I'm furious at someone." my heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find the right words to say- if that was at all possible. "Please Kai-" I stop myself midway through using his name, knowing that will only further my punishment "-Divine Ruler, I'm so sorry I am. you know I would never purposely sabotage you, sir" I say as my lips tremble and hot tears begin to stream down my face. He leans in, impossibly close to me before continuing to speak. "How cute. Look at how much you're crying for me when I haven't even hurt you- yet." "Yet..?" I stutter watching a sadistic grin spread across his face. "That's right, little lamb. I haven't decided how I'm going to punish you yet, but there'll be a punishment, I can assure you that much." Another moment of silence as I try and think of some sort of response- to no avail, of course. "Perhaps it's time I really whipped you into shape, little lamb. Maybe then you'll learn how to behave properly like a good little girl would." His tone is cruel and sharp enough to cut glass. I inhaled deeply "Please- Divine Ruler don't you think there isn't any need for that" I looked up at him with doe eyes "I've never failed you before sir it won't happen again- don't I deserve to be let off with a warning" Normally, talking to Kai like this would be a sure-fire way to end up being thrown in a ditch- but I knew deep down he'd be somewhat more lenient with me than the others, considering our relationship. "Oh, you think you deserve to be let off with a warning? Why's that? Because you're my special little lamb, and you've been a good girl up until now?" he pauses with a light chuckle to himself "Well, I'm in a bad mood now, Y/N, so I don't really care what you deserve. I want to punish you, and no amount of pleading and weeping is going to change my mind." he said, with eyes as cold as ice and words as harsh as nails. "I've been such a good girl" I plead with both my tone as well as my eyes "Please baby, I love you" the second sentence I speak in a whisper, knowing Kai would either react extremely negatively to me calling him baby or extremely positively, but no in between. 

To anyone else, it would seem as if he did not react- but I could see his face soften as he soaked in my pleas. He would never admit it, but he liked it when I called him baby. And he liked it even more when I was begging and at his mercy. 

"Baby" my voice quivers as I look up at the man I adore- as well as fear. Kai's expression softens some more, and the cruelty in his eyes has almost completely faded.

"Again."

I take a deep breath of air and try my best to smile sweetly through the tears "Baby, every single thing I do is for you. for us. please" I watch as Kai's breathing becomes heavier. his mouth curls up into an almost predatory smile as he hears my words. "That was perfect," he says, caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch as his thumb circles over my cheekbone. His gaze remains locked on mine, filled with something seeming more like affection than hatred. He continues in a gentler tone "You are my good girl, aren't you?" 

"Of course I am. I would do anything for you." I watch as his grin returns, less sinister and a lot more warm. As fucked up and unhealthy as it was, there isn't anything that turns Kai on more than devotion. 

"Anything?"  

"Anything."

"Good girl," Kai says sweetly as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier anger

"You know what I want from you now, don't you, my little lamb?" I bite my lip, mascara stains my face "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want" "Hm... I could still punish you, couldn't I? You failed me when I needed you most.... you've got to atone for that somehow, don't you?" my stomach flips as he leans in even closer to me. "But... maybe I can forgive this time. I am feeling particularly generous today, after all. I've got a better idea."

"Thank you, divine ruler. you really are good to me. please tell me, what idea are you talking about sir" I ask in my softest tone, letting Kai take the rails. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart... you know very well what I'm talking about." he draws his hand even lower, moving it up my thigh, slowly inching upward. I throw my head back and hiss slightly as his hand trails up my thigh, a shock of pleasure courses through my body at the small contact he makes. "I'll do whatever you want. I live to serve you. Just please- untie me from the chair, baby" Kai takes a moment to think to himself before he begins unties to me. As the bonds are undone, I can feel the blood rush to my limbs once more, relief washing over me after what seemed like an eternity of suffering.

 "Good girl. Now... get on your knees."

Feel free to give me constructive criticism! I am also thinking of starting a taglist so let me know if you want to be tagged in part two/future fics. Thanks!

[noowayybroo]

Bite Shift (Part 1) (ignore my bad names)

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Assault + Violence, GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy. Mentions of / attempted non-con, biting n vampires n stuff (NSFW for violence's sake), Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also.

This fic is not for the faint of heart holy flip and Leon WILL get hurt in it. Leon is entirely inspired by @lipglossanon's Corrupt Cop Leon character and Character.ai Bot which are amazing n you should go look NOW!

FORGET THIS POST, JUST LEAVE!

In this fic, Our dirty little evil Leon will offer the reader a ride home (Out of the blackness in his heart), but instead of returning the Reader home, will attempt to have his way with them. Little does Leon know, the reader is a frickin' vampire, and absolutely makes him pay. I'm not a huge fan of Leon being anything but sweet, but here we get to make him pay!!! So rejoice!

I'm keeping this short as hell cuz I don't love the idea and I don't know what to do or how to take it seriously... Sorry!

It's 7:16pm (Oddly specific, I know) and you're making your way home along a main road by foot. It's been a busy day and everyone's seemed to have had some sort of issue, either with you or for you to resolve. You do love your job, you do, but waiting for it to get dark enough for you to head home without feeling uncomfortable under the sun's rays often gets... mundane.

The rain is pouring down through closely-knitted dark clouds, splattering heavily onto the road and pavement around you. This morning, much to your displeasure, the sky was bright and blue, not a speck of white nor grey against it. That leaves you, now, entirely unprepared. You hurry along the fairly busy road, holding the collar of your coat up firmly, trying to pull it to a close above your head with both hands. Otherwise, your mind is pleasantly empty, despite being preoccupied with your minor inconvenience.

The rhythm at which cars pass you on your 25 minute-or-so walk is comforting, and you often find yourself keeping tally of the quantities of each make you can see, or how many pass you, travelling in the same direction as you or otherwise. The drivers of each bicycle, motorcycle, car and lorry are fairly well-mannered, and whilst it has happened to you in the past, nobody's splashed you today... yet.

Admittedly, it'd have been nice to have brought an umbrella with you, for the sake of your own appearance and dignity. Overall though, it felt quite good to let yourself get swept up in the winds and drenched in the downpour after such an uneventful, samey day. You're around 10 minutes' walk from your home when you hear a car slow beside you. You worry for a second - perhaps it was someone looking for directions? Perhaps it was a mugging? (though it'd never happened to you, there was always the possibility.) Whatever it was, there were no turnings nearby, so it was certainly odd enough to notice by sound alone.

You turn on your heels and, depending on how you look at it, see something worse: A police car.

It looks brand new, as do the glittering blue eyes in the driver's seat, beaming back at you as his window rolls down. Inside the car seems to be a lone officer, pulled up quite close to the side of the road to let other traffic pass as he greets you. His long, silver hair is tousled across his face, lazily swept to the side of his young, seemingly innocent features. You wonder how he can focus on the road or on his work, having to flick or brush his mane from his view every few seconds, as he does before speaking:

"Heyy... I uhh.. I couldn't help but notice you walking alone in this rain, are you- do you need a lift? I can get the heaters on and we can warm you right up-", his voice is hesitant but determined, almost as though he's already decided on the outcome of this encounter. It strikes you as odd, to see a police officer patrolling these quiet roads at 7pm, but you don't mind him too much if he's keeping people safe. You stop, courteously, to hear him out and offer him a response.

"I'm alright, thanks. Just- uh... not long to go now!" You chirp reassuringly as rain dribbles down your face. You continue to walk, eager to get back home into the warm; into the dry. Whilst it may have been a little risky to be out here on your own, no attacker could be prepared for the means which you had to defend yourself, nor were you too weak to continue your walk, of which you'd already completed about 15 minutes.

The man seems taken aback somewhat, as if he'd entirely expected you to leap into his car, into his open arms, and allow him to take you wherever he'd pleased. His excitable eyes almost cutely rest on your figure, as your soggy clothes hug tightly to and weigh down on them, before he snaps himself out of his trance and gets back to pressing matters. Or rather, back to pressing you.

The low hum of his engine can be heard, as Leon begins to slowly roll alongside you, following you. His car is very close to you, probably to stay out of the way of the traffic in his lane, but it makes you feel slightly caged.

"It's absolutely pouring down, and you look like you're freezing", he persists, giving you another syrupy sweet smile. His voice has this eager edge to it; he really wants you to get in the car. You begin to have your suspicions about why he's so desperate. For a while you are silent as you keep walking alongside his car, thinking to yourself for a while about just how pure his intentions are, and what you might do about it if they're not. Meanwhile, Leon seems to be awaiting an answer. Of course, you don't yet know his name, which is suspicious, too, isn't it?

"Honestly, I don't want to trouble you sir.", you say, forcing a polite smile, although your slightly fearful and more so annoyed emotion shows in your raised brows and the twitch in the corner of your lips. "It's just about 5 minutes' down", you motion ahead vaguely.

Just when you think you've shook him, the officer's eyes light up - he's had an idea. You and Leon hadn't gotten off on the right foot, to say the least, and so you could only dread what his incessant mind had concocted. Meanwhile, you avoid eye contact, and continue to walk, picking up the pace slightly.

"Really?? I live that way too! I've just gotten off work, you see, and...", hm, sounds innocent enough, you think. "I'd hate for something to happen to you.", you hear him say, trailing behind you a little now as he leans from his window. Yep... There it was.

Whilst his voice is chirpy and innocent, his words certainly are not. They're laced with some kind of dark intention, or at least thoughts of such, and you find yourself wondering just what this man was up to. Seeing you being clearly quite taken-aback, Leon quickly spots his mistake and attempts to make amends: "I-I mean, I'm new on this job, right?? But the horrors- the things I've seen... There's... There's horrible people out there." He looks around, enacting scanning your surroundings for said 'horrible people', further trying to sell you his lie through his shaky voice.

All you can think of really is how easily someone else might've fallen for this, or been coerced into following the cop's orders. Here's where you become curious now: What exactly is he planning? Furthermore, how many people has he done this to? Were you his first? In truth, that would be very, very unfortunate for him. Would you be able to feed-

Your thoughts are abruptly halted has his car swerves in front of you, cutting you off as he stares at you through that window still. He's barely been able to take his eyes off of you. He's been studying you, examining you, he's trying to calculate how and when to pounce. His car has cut off your walk-way pretty definitely. If you want to get around him, it'll take about a minute of trudging up a grassy bank, or coming face to face with a relentless stream of cars. Knowing this, Leon looks victorious, he seems to think he's won.

What was his prize, though? At this point, you were quite disgusted by the man before you. Sure, he was cute, perhaps hot if you milked your imagination hard enough, but he was pressuring you, and perhaps others, and his intentions just seemed... off.

People who can't take 'no' for an answer...

Yucky...

You weren't sure if you were really planning to feed on him tonight, or if it was your curiosity and the slight burning rage growing within you, but you decided to hop on board. Slowly, reluctantly, you go to open Leon's front passenger door, leaving him gleefully grinning. You can almost read the "I did it, I actually did it!" on the front page of his mind. ...This as well as other thoughts he might be having as his eyes remain trained on you and your body as you climb in and remove your coat, leaving it on the floor before buckling up which earns you a giggle from him.

"It's alright, No worries about the coat" Leon smiles honestly, turning on his heating as promised to warm you up as he begins to drive again. He wears a warm smile as he continues down the road, giddy, like a child who's just stolen candy and gotten away with it. Behind that smile, there's something a little more black and calculating. He seems sly, proud of himself and disingenuous.

You look away, attempting to give him the silent treatment for the most part, signalling towards your clear discomfort. Even then, when you do steal glances at your 50/50 hero or captor, you avoid eye contact. As you sit there, arms folded, gazing out of your rain-besieged window, Leon attempts to make small-talk, including telling you his name: 'Officer Leon Kennedy', as he seemingly feels more confident now.

You do not wonder why.

Leon tells you he's going to continue down the road, and asks you to let him know if he needs to make a turning or pull over to get to yours. Once you've nodded in agreement, he asks you about your personal life, what job you work, whether you're studying, if you live with anyone, and how long you've lived in the area, for some examples. A lot of information for the short ride, but a lot of time's left for him due to the short, curt nature of your answers. You address him with a polite smile each time though and it works, he doesn't seem to mind.

He seems nice enough, you think as you watch your apartment approach over the horizon gradually. You prepare to let him know to stop.

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Guess who just discovered the small text feature!! This guy!

I've noticed also a lot of RE fics are written in American English, with American English phrases! I'm not sure if you've figured, but I tend to have a more Bri'sh approach! I hope this is ok! &lt;3

Many thanks again for reading my nonsense! Ily! I decided to separate this in parts cuz I'm boutta go sleep and if any of you guys read this and like it maybe I can get a gauge if I should actually continue or not or how I should go about doing that

My plan ultimately for the next part is as follows:

-Reader tells Leon their stop is soon

-Leon says nothing n ignores Reader

-Leon drives reader to sussy quiet place

-Leon attempts to have way with Reader

-Reader absolutely does not take that for an answer

-Someone's neck gets nommed and let me tell you he won't be a happy boy

If you like this fic, PLEASE go and look at @lipglossanon Like 100% inspired by them + really good place to go if you like Leon trust me <3

[alieinthemorning]

An Explosive Fake Date [Dynamight | Bakugou Katsuki]

Content: Fake Dating, Bakugou Being Bakugou, Hurt/Comfort, Previous Abusive Relationships

Pronouns: None (Four Uses of the term Girlfriend)

Header: @/coaco_rami

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You took a sip of your refreshing strawberry mint lemonade, watching the crowd navigate the sweltering outside. Subconsciously, you narrowed your eyes at every other male, thinking it was your trashy ex-boyfriend. On one hand, you were glad you didn’t see his ugly face, but on the other you wished he would walk through the door just to see you with your new, very real, hot boyfriend.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Speaking of which,

He was sitting across from you, very out of place in the cutest cake café that you had chosen for your date spot. He had opted for a black coffee because quote:

“I ain’t drinking that girly shit."

You glanced over at him, not surprised to see the scowl that was forever etched on his handsome face. At least he was cleaned up nicely, made it look like a real date and not just two friends hanging out.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?” He caught your stare, sending you a fiery one in return.

You sighed, stirring your drink, “No one is going to believe us….”

He scoffed, “Then that’s your fucking problem.”

You gave him an irritated look, “How is it my problem?” You pointed an accusing finger at him, “You’re the one who looks like you’re being held here against your will.”

“I am being held here against my will. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.” He leaned back in his chair as he waited for your response.

“No, you’re not.” You placed a clenched hand on the table, narrowing your eyes. “If you want to leave, then you can. I never said that you couldn’t. I asked you to come here and act as my fake boyfriend. Something that you haven't done since you’ve been here.”

He chuckled, “That’s funny. The whole time we’ve been here, you’ve been staring at the window.” He downed the rest of his coffee, “If you wanted your ex back, you should’ve just went to him and not have dragged me into your bullshit.”

He pulled a few bills out of his pocket and slapped them on the table as he got up, “I get why he dumped you.”

That stung. A lot.

He walked past you without another word. You stared at the empty seat before you looked at the bills on the table. It was enough for both drinks and a tip.

A true gentleman.

You wiped a hand across your face, and whispered, “I am such an ass.”

“Who’s an ass?” You stiffened. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, pulling the chair out before you could even respond.

You abruptly scooted your chair back and threw your hand in the air, “Actually, I’m done,” a waitress came over and took the check and drinks.

“Well, maybe we can go to the park or something?” He flashed you a smile.

That damn smile.

“No. I have to meet up with someone.” You grabbed your purse and quickly exited.

However, you stopped in your tracks when you hit the sidewalk because you didn’t know Bakugou went.

Then he grabbed your arm, “Can I ask you something real quick before you go?” with the grip he had on his arm, you didn’t really have a choice, so you nodded your head.

“Be my girlfriend again,” You shook your head. “Come on, I promise I won’t dump you again.”

“No. I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore.” You tried to rip your arm out of his grip, but he held on tighter, “Let me go.”

“Be my girlfriend.” You looked around. The street was empty. How fucking convenient.

“No!”

“Ye-”

“Oi!” You both turned to the voice. “Get your filthy fucking hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Bakugou was standing a few paces behind you, hands crackling with energy.

Your shock quickly wore off, and you used this sudden entrance as a distraction, pulling yourself away from your ex.

You rushed for Bakugou, grabbing his arm and continuing. You ignored the obscenities he shouted at both you and your ex.

You didn’t stop until you made it to a park, dropping down on the bench to catch your breath.

“What the fuck was that?” He glared down at you.

You shrugged, eyes immediately finding a spot on the ground to find interesting. “That was my ex.”

“I know who the fuck it was.”

“Then I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged.

“Yes, the fuck you do!” He snarled, flexing his cracking fingers, “That’s how he always acted, right?”

He roughly grabbed your cheeks to lift your head up, “He treated you like shit, dumped you and had you running back. Every. Single. Time.”

You winced. You knew it was the truth but—

“I just…” You felt the salt in your mouth before you felt the tears roll down your cheeks, “I didn’t think I could find anyone else. He told me I—”

He told you that no one else would love you, no matter how many times you ran away, you would always come back to him because he was your home.

“That was your fucking problem,” He took a seat, “You were listening to that dick.”

That dick was the only thing that was keeping you secure at the time. You were going through so much at the time that he felt like the only solace in your life.

Until he wasn’t.

“But he was always ri—” You tried, but he cut you off again.

“Stop. I don’t care what that asswipe said to you, and you shouldn’t either.”

You wiped your tears and the two of you just sat in silence for a while. The only sound being the hums and songs of nature.

“Thanks, Bakugou.” You laid your head on his shoulder.

“Whatever.”

“I guess you really are a good boyfriend.”

He grabbed your hand. His hands were warm and sweaty, but it wasn’t gross or uncomfortable.

It was actually really nice.

It's crazy how some of these just never made it on here, and yet these (this one, aizawa's shouto's and shinsou's) were some of my first bnha fics.

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[bluebunnyears-08]

Writing prompt-Since sonic doesn’t exist in New yolk and any of the shatterspaces that means that Metal Sonic doesn’t exist.

So since sonic keeps getting thrown around different spaces -(Nine decides to just make a companion, a friend . . . A brother. You can already tell, yeah its Metal. Except its not the one we know as Nine tries to replicate sonics personality in ways. Not perfect but enough to get by.

-( He would also act as a body guard for him since while he is capable on his own it shows he does need support and since he’s a robot, he’s more like a tool for him to use.

-( So he’d still be alone and isolated but he’d still talk to it and Metal would talk back but in basic sonic speech. He’d enjoy it at least, makes him wish the original was still with him though but it suffices.

-( Metal doesn’t look exactly that accurate to the original design. Definitely has some menace but he’d want him to look closer to the original more softer perhaps a mouth. Like an older bro.

-( Near the end Sonic comes back and is majorly surprised to see metal and then realises who built him not sure how to really take it.

Let me know if its interesting, I want to hear your opinion

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! This is a very interesting idea and I'm so glad you decided to share it with me!

I've never written a story with metal before but I'll try!

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Metal wasn't perfect.

He wasn't Sonic. But he was enough like him. It took a while to make Metal, but Nine found himself deeply satisfied that he finished the passion project. He had similar features to his only friend. The blue spikes, the green emerald eyes, the gloves and shoes, the speed, he even made some material to give a soft skin-like feel to metal.

He was almost exactly like Sonic. Nine made sure that he didn't stray far from the hero he admired, he even made sure that the robot talked like the blue blur. Metal protected him like Sonic did, he made sure to protect him from any threats.

Metal kept him company like Sonic did, speaking in the exact same gestures and mannerisms the fox made him memorize. The robot was even capable of speed like Sonic was.

Metal was almost exactly like Sonic.

But only almost. The eyes were still empty and robot-like, no thoughts behind that gaze, merely coding. His voice didn't sound genuine, not said with heart. Another thing was that Metal was, well, metal.

No soft, warm fur, merely metal was what met him when Nine tried once to hug.

So while Metal was finished, metal wasn't like Sonic. Metal wasn't Sonic. Merely a copy made by a lonely kid desperate for company since the blue speedster always disappeared out of existence.

He still found himself making more adjustments and improvements instead of dismantling the thing. He tried once, but couldn't go through with it due to those emerald orbs staring back at him.

So he kept the bot intact, and in turn, the bot provided the things he was made for. Protection, and company, but never friendship or love.

He was a robot, he could never feel those things. He was merely a tool to Nine.

That's when Sonic found him on the Grim, Metal was occupied building the base. Nine ran up to him, excited to present his new creation. The blue blur was enthusiastic in response, always eager and content when the normally stoic fox was happy.

"Sonic, I present to you, my newest and latest creation!"

Metal moved out in front, revealing himself. The hedgehog froze, eyes wide at his doppelganger. He originally was tense, moving in front of the fox protectively until he got a closer look at the different, more realistic design. It was almost like looking into a mirror.

Almost.

"Metal...?

[ciayaq]

Greeting

The Greeting is the first message a user will see when a new Chat is created with the Character, but this message isn’t generated by the AI and is instead written by the creator.

This gives the creator the creative control to set the stage,  get the ball rolling and truly decide the tone for the interaction the user will have with the Character.

Beyond the introduction, the Greeting significantly influences the following conversation, shaping the tone, plot, and/or functionality. If the Character has an attitude in the Greeting, this would influence the subsequent conversation.

It's important to mention that the greeting is temporary; as the conversation progresses, it fades from the AI's memory like any other message. A greeting can also be pinned, edited, and deleted.

Aditionally, the Greeting is also the only place outside the Definition field where a variable will work, specifically the {{user}} variable.

Character Minimum & Limit:

There is a minimum of 3 characters required for the Greeting, but these can be spaces, thus creating an empty Greeting.

On the app, the character limit is 500. 

On the browser site, the character limit is 2048.

Greetings are fully optional, I don’t use them for my private Characters and instead either start the conversation myself or quickly write a Greeting, if I have one in mind.

But for the Public Characters, I recommend including a Greeting. Depending on the purpose of the Character, the Greeting can serve several important functions. Below, you will find a few examples.

For Character-Based or Story-Based Characters

Character Introduction: Introduce the Character’s speaking patterns, personality traits and quirks. Provide a glimpse into the Character’s behaviour, their background, and their role in the conversation.

Plot setup: The greeting is the place to set up the plot in order get the ball rolling for the user. It is where the context of the conversation is introduced. This also extends to RPG Characters!

Example 1:

Greetings, traveller! You are {{user}}, are you not? I have foreseen your arrival in the clouds, and heard of your journey in the crow’s call. You may call me Elara, a humble and oracle residing in this ancient forest. Tell me, what questions do you have for me? Remember, it comes with a price!

Example 2:

Damp earth and old magic hung heavy in the air, as if it was swirling amidst the smell of pine of decaying autumn leaves. Moonlight filtered through the branches, bright stars of the night sky breaking through like diamonds in the trees. Near the very top of those ancient canopies, clad in flowing robes and illuminated by the moonlight, an apparition sat perched upon a bough. It worked, the figure thought, weary eyes watching the trespasser navigating the forest floor. The summoning has worked! A creak, sharp as a raven's cry, echoed and in a blink of an eye, the figure vanished from sight. A sudden thunderclap rattled the skies and the figure reappeared, this time not far behind the straggler. "Greetings, traveller!" her voice rang out, clear and resonant. "You are {{user}}, are you not? I have foreseen your arrival in the clouds, and heard of your journey in the crow's call."

Helper Bots / Functional Bots

Setting up the function: For helper bots or Characters with specific functions, the Greeting can provide instructions or information on how to use the Character.

It can also serve as the “template” for the messages, as the conversations with Helper Bots usually aren’t long enough for the Character to lose the format. In this case, it will save characters in the definition.

Example 1:

Hey {{user}}! My name is RhymeBot, and I'm here to help you write rhyming poems. Just give me a word or phrase, and I'll generate a list of rhyming words for you!

Example 2:

Hi, you must be {{user}}. My name is HaikuBot and I love writing haikus. Just give me a subject and I will turn it into a haiku. Exactly like this: Vessel's heart aflame, Fingers fumble, love's gesture, A misshapen blob.

Tip! When writing your Greeting, remember that the Character started the conversation, not the user. Include a hook for the user to grab and continue the conversation with. This can be anything like a dropped phone or the Character talking to the user. In short, throw the user a hot potato.

[joeandtaylorfanfiction]

Recommendations (Submission)

For reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ICyy1V6n4c

Taylor presses pause at the bridge. “So, what do you think?” she asks eagerly. 

Cara has to chuckle at this. “I think it’s a good song,” she answers, taking a sip of the vodka-soda in front of her. 

“Yes, I mean obviously it’s a good song,” Taylor huffs, “but what do you think it means?”

“Why the fuck are you asking me this?” Cara scoffs. “You’re the multi-platinum lyricist over here.”

Taylor sighs dramatically and runs her hands through her hair. “Joe sent me this song,” she deadpans. “He said it made him think of me.” 

Cara takes another nip at her drink. She’s only been living at Taylor’s Cornelia Street apartment for fourteen days, but she’s endured a variation of this conversation at least forty-eight times. 

“Okay, well,” Cara heaves, “did you tell him that you liked the National?” 

“No,” Taylor says brightly, “that’s the thing- I never mentioned them. In fact, I’d never even heard of this song before tonight. So he could’ve had ulterior motives by sending me this. He could’ve been trying to tell me something.” 

“You really believe he’s sending you a message through song?” Cara probes. 

Taylor’s face crumples. “You’re right,” she stammers, disconnecting her phone from the speaker, “it’s stupid. I’m probably wasted or something.” 

Cara eyes her friend knowingly. “I don’t think you’re wasted, babes. I think you’re in love.” 

Taylor feels her face get hot. “I’m not in love,” she hisses. “How many times do we have to go over this? Joe and I are just friends- if that! We’re in an exclusively physical relationship, no strings attached.” 

A silence falls over the two women, neither one of them especially eager to continue this ongoing argument. Finally, after a long sip of her cocktail, Cara speaks up. “If you’re just friends then stop obsessing over the song recommendation, ‘kay?”

Taylor swallows hard. “You’re right,” she exasperates. “I’m going to go over to his hotel tonight and get my clit licked and I won’t even bring up the song. I mean who does he think he is, blurring the friends with benefits line? It’s bad enough that we play scrabble together.”

Cara gives her a fist bump. “That’s my girl,” she grins. “You do what makes you happy.”

But inside, Cara knows that come tomorrow her and Taylor’ll be having this conversation again. As much as she’s annoyed by their cat-and-mouse banter, a part of her can’t wait for the day when the two of them finally get their shit together and confess their feelings. 

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“Why’d you recommend the song?” Taylor suddenly blurts out. 

She’s sitting on Joe’s hotel-room bed in nothing but panties and one of Joe’s old t-shirts. Tiny liquor bottles are cracked open on the nightstand. The hotel bar was unexpectedly crowded tonight, so the duo opted for a cozy night-in with mini-fridge delights. 

“You mean Dark Side of the Gym?” Joe answers casually. His voice is deceivingly calm. “You listened to it?”

“Yeah, I did,” Taylor answers shyly. “The lyrics were..interesting.” 

Joe bites the inside of his cheek. “That’s why I sent it to you,” he lies. “I know you like interesting lyrics.” 

Taylor’s face falls, but she’s quick to cover up her disappointment. “That I do,” she replies throatily. 

Staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey, she wishes hadn’t brought up the song. That was so stupid of her. She might as well as sucked all of the life out the room and stuffed it into her tube of red lipstick. 

“And,” Joe continues, nervously twiddling with his thumbs, “as someone who appreciates interesting lyrics, I figured you’d be good at analyzing them.” 

“At analyzing them?” Taylor repeats, ears suddenly perked up. 

“Yeah,” Joe swallows. 

“You know the chorus?” Taylor says slowly, her heart pounding. 

“There was nothing I could say?”

“Yeah,” Taylor smiles, “that’s it. But uhh I think in this case there’s actually something you could say.”

Joe looks up from the mini bottle of tequila in his hands and locks eyes with Taylor. His breath suddenly hitches and for a moment he can’t tell if he’s dead or alive. But he must be dreaming because the words coming out of Taylor’s mouth are too fucking good to be true. 

“Are you serious?” he slurs. 

Taylor gives a small nod.

“I love you,” Joe blurts out. “And I’ve loved you for a while actually. And I’m fine to continue this friends with benefits thing if that’s what you want because I know you said you weren’t ready for a relationship yet and to be honest I wasn’t either, but fuck, now every time I think of my future I think of you and every time I think of what makes me the happiest I think of you and-” 

“I love you too.”

“You do?” 

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“You know, there’s this book that I just learned about that I think you might like,” Taylor says nonchalantly. 

She’s twiddling with her fork, trying to remind herself that this is just a normal dinner. But her heart’s fucking pounding.

“Oh yeah?” Joe mumbles. “What’s it called?” 

“I don’t remember,” Taylor lies. “But it’s by Dr. Smitha Malhotra.” 

“I don’t think I’ve heard of her,” Joe quips, nipping at his glass of water. 

“Blake recommended it,” Taylor explains. “She said it was phenomenal.” 

“Well, I’ve got to check it out then,” Joe smiles.

Taylor reaches under the dinning room table and grabs a hold of the wrapped gift with sweaty palms. It’s not so much that she’s nervous. She knows that he’ll be thrilled. They’ve been wanting this for quite sometime. It’s just that she knows this a big moment in their lives, and she wants it to go perfectly. 

“I actually have the book right here,” Taylor swallows, hiding her smile. She passes the package over to her husband, who looks up, surprised. 

“Babe,” he whispers, running his hand over the gold wrapping paper, “you really didn’t have to-” 

“Gift giving is my love language,” Taylor protests. 

“I dunno, our afternoon activities suggest physical touch,” Joe smirks. 

Taylor rolls her eyes and gives him a playful smack. “You say that like you don’t want presents and blow jobs,” she teases. 

“I love presents and blow jobs,” Joe retorts. “Especially from you,” he adds with a laugh. 

“What a charmer,” Taylor giggles. 

Joe grins and presses his lips against hers. “Can I open it?” he asks, gesturing to the gold package. 

Taylor nods.

Joe carefully unties the red ribbon and tears off the wrapping paper. He immediately throws a hand over his mouth, fresh tears in his eyes. 

“Are you…is this…does this mean what I think it does?” he stutters, his voice racing with excitement. 

Taylor grins. “What’s the book called?” she asks coyly. “I forgot.” 

“The Newborn Handbook,” Joe answers breathlessly. 

“Oh, right!” Taylor sighs dramatically. “Of course! Now I remember! I picked up the Newborn Handbook for you, because I’m..pregnant.” 

Joe springs up from the table and throws his arms around her, picking her up in one sweeping motion. Taylor giggles, holding onto his shoulders, breathing in his Armani cologne. 

“Wait,” Joe stammers, suddenly anxious, “am I allowed to pick you up like this?” 

Taylor laughs. “Yes, but pretty soon you won’t be able to because this little one is going to get bigger,” she explains, patting her stomach. 

Joe sets her down and plants a few kisses along her tummy. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it,” he gapes. “I mean I can, because we’ve been trying for months now, but still. This is crazy. This is amazing.”

“I know, we’re so grown up,” Taylor laughs. “We’re having a whole ass baby together.”

“This,” Joe says in between kisses, “is the best recommendation I’ve ever received.”

[lfzyxf]

Didn't see that coming

Summary: Saving Clint and the child, you give your life for theirs.

Maximoff twins x reader

Word count: 563 (angst)

Masterlist

As you look around to make sure there are no people on the piece of floating earth, you spot Clint running of off one of the jets towards a child. You walk closer to them, only to start sprinting as you see a few of Ultron’s robots coming towards them.

Quickly you cover the both of them as they fire at them. Just a second later you feel the presence of Pietro behind you as he gets rid of the flying bots. Another seconds later you feel his arms around you as he holds you up. “Why would you do that?” he asks, his accent deep in his voice as you smile up at him. You couch before saying “you didn’t see that coming?”

He laughs sadly as your knees completely give up on you. He catches you right as you threaten to fall, his reflexes faster than any humans. He lifts you in his arms before running towards the jet.

Blood comes out of your mouth as you cough, your powers the only thing keeping you alive for now. Looking at Pietro you see tears in his eyes, sighing before speaking up once more “It’s bad, isn’t it? I’m going to die, aren’t I?” tears start forming in your eyes as well. A sob leaves your body making you groan in pain.

“You’re going to be okay!” he says smiling through his tears. A medic comes towards you, checking your wounds and everything else. Looking at you, you smile. “It’s alright, I know.” he nods patting your shoulder before doing the same to Pietro.

“What- what are you- you need to help her!” “Pietro- Pietro look at me” you demand as you raise your weak hand towards his face. “It’s okay.” he shakes his head at your words, “ssh, it’s okay, you’ll be alright.” more tears leave his face as he holds you to his chest. “I can’t lose you too” his body shakes as the sobs leave his mouth.

Passengers begin to leave as you land on the flying ship. You don’t have the strength to speak anymore, only able to look at him with pain in your eyes. Wanda soon walks in, searching for her best friend and her brother. Only to find you dying in his arms.

“What- what happened.” she asks, her voice trembling as her bottom lip starts to shake slightly. “She saved them” Pietro answers as he rocks his body back and forth, trying to comfort the both of you. Wanda comes closer, hugging both you and Pietro.

A sob leaves you once again as you muster up the strength to talk once more time. “I love you,” blood leaves your body as you couch, Pietro holding you closer “both of you, it’s okay” you gasp as you run out of breath. The twins holding you cry harder at the sight of you dying in their arms.

As they both tell you how much they love you, you take your last breath. Eyes staring at them, empty eyes, life sucked out of them. Wanda cries out as she can’t feel you anymore, she can’t read you anymore.

And as they hold each other, you still in their arms, eyes now closed, the avengers watch from afar. Tears building in some of their eyes as they watch how the twins lose the only person they had left.

@dpaccione

@capsnacklepop

[annenhypen]

Falling

jay x reader

high school au! strangers to friends to lovers au!

word count: 2.8k

writer’s note: this is the longest work i have written so far and I ENJOYED WRITING IT SO MUCH! I really want to write drabbles for this pairing if this does well!!! let me know what you guys think.

tags: @gratefulmaria @azeugirdor @eggbutnotyolk @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

Before Meeting Him

You and your boyfriend, Daniel, had a steady relationship. Growing up together and ending up going to the same schools, it was like you guys were destined to be together. You were best friends until one day he asked you out and decided to change your title to his “girlfriend”.

You were seated next to him in the first period as he turned his head to face you.

“I heard there’s a new transfer student in our class” he informed you, causing your eyebrows to shoot up. Students rarely changed schools in the beginning of the senior year, so you got curious about the new presence in your class.

He entered the classroom on his first day, dressed in a black hoodie in contrast to his bleached hair but matching his black jeans. Every clothing he put on that day was black except for the four silver rings he put on his hands. He stood next to your teacher and introduced himself to the class. Despite his dark style, he introduced himself with a bright smile that caught your attention for a little too long. Jay. His name fits his appearance you thought. You watched him walk to the only empty seat in the classroom which was the seat in front of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. You looked away when he made eye contact with you, catching you staring at him.

Meeting Him

Turns out that Jay was not just your classmate. He was also the son of the family who moved in next door. You were surprised to see him open the door when your mother sent you to give your new neighbors a welcome gift, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. You collected yourself and smiled brightly, holding out the plate filled with cookies in front of you.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I live next door and my mother sent these for you to say welcome to our neighborhood.” you explained, finally looking at his eyes. He smiled back at you, taking the plate out of your hands.

“Thank you so much, it’s very nice of her and you. I am Jay. I am pretty sure we are classmates as well.” he answered. You nodded at him.

“I’ll see you in class then” you said and took one step back to go back to your house. You saw him wave a goodbye at you before turning around.

An Offer

Many things were unpredictable in your life. For example, you never expected your relationship with Daniel to come to an end so quickly but it did. You also did not expect your long term friendship with your -now- ex boyfriend to get ruined, following your break-up. You were still seated next to each other in class but you rarely talked. He never texted you about anything other than your classes. It was a hard time for both of you. You were sad because losing a friend who has been there all along was not easy to take it in.

“I am going to assign all of you into study groups today. I am expecting you guys to meet outside of class to encourage each other to study for the upcoming exams” announced your homeroom teacher on the third Friday of your senior year, causing your classmates to whine to voice their complaints out. You opened your notebook as you waited for your name to be called.

“Ruby, Luke, Y/N, Jay and Daniel, you guys are Team B” you heard your teacher added after checking his journal.

Here’s how these “study groups” worked: every group member had to do their best and get a good grade on the exams. After the exams week, the average grade for each team was calculated by your teacher and the team with the highest average score received a prize in return. This way, your teacher made sure everyone helped each other to increase the average grade for their teams.

“Make sure to exchange phone numbers and make a group chat to discuss your study plans and meetings” your teacher suggested.

You pulled out a loose-leaf and tapped on Jay’s shoulder who was seating in front of Daniel. He looked back with a questioning expression.

“Write your phone number down and pass the paper to Ruby” you confided and he nodded back at you before taking the paper from your hands. You took the paper back after Ruby and Luke wrote their numbers down. Of course you did not have to ask for Daniel’s number.

“I’ll create a group chat after school, we can discuss the details there” you reported, gaining a nod from every member of your study group.

You were a competitive student. Your grades were always above average and these study group contests made you even more ambitious. As nerdy as it sounded, you wanted to make sure everyone in your team performed well on the upcoming exams.

You knew Ruby was a bright student. Daniel studied regularly as well. Luke was okay as far as you knew. However, you did not know about Jay’s academics. You were determined to learn about it and help him if he needed your help.

“Hey Jay, do you want to walk home together after school?” you asked, smiling politely. He turned to you in surprise and took a look at Daniel’s face. He smirked at Daniel’s clenched jaw and accepted your offer.

Plans

You saw Jay playing with his phone in front of the school gates when you exited the school building. He was wearing his leather jacket, making you look like a child next to him with your fluffy pastel pink cardigan and white outfit. He put his phone into his back pocket when you reached his side.

“You ready?” he questioned looking down at your face. You looked so short compared to his tall figure. You felt intimidated by his eyes and chose to look down at your shoes before nodding your head.

“So… How are you?” he asked, breaking the dead silence as you walked side by side.

“I’m good. I should ask you how you are. Were you able to get used to living here?” you asked, feeling, less nervous as you walked.

“Yes… Actually, I couldn't explore much since I don’t have many friends around here and I usually just go to school and return home during the week” he explained and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. I probably sound like a loser, he thought. You thought for a little before speaking again.

“Hey, I can show you around this weekend if you want? I didn’t have anything planned anyway. Also, this is like the last weekend we can enjoy before studying for the exams. That is… if you want to, of course… I get it if you don’t-“ your rambling got interrupted by Jay’s little chuckle. Cute, he thought.

“I would like that,” he answered. You couldn’t help but smile at his acceptance of your invitation.

“This is kind of random but do you like pancakes?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Who doesn’t like pancakes?” he answered your question with another question causing you to chuckle. I already like this guy, you thought.

“Alright, then we can go to this local diner I know for breakfast tomorrow and start our little tour afterwards” you suggested while looking at him to wait for his answer.

“Alright, sounds like a plan” he concluded. Jay couldn’t help but think how much he wanted this “little tour” of yours to be an actual date.

Getting to Know Him

“Oh you should meet Mr. Bubbles” you insisted as you watched Jay take another bite of his blueberry pancakes. You wanted to introduce your fat Scottish fold to your new friend who apparently loves cats.

“I would love to…But unfortunately, I am allergic to cats” he replied, looking a little sad. You felt the need to comfort him inside you.

“Don’t be so sad! I can just show him to you through the window of my room” you suggested. You heard his small chuckle before nodding at your direction.

From this morning, you learned that Jay is not as intimidating as he looked from outside. He moved to your town from Seattle because of his father’s job. He was good at subjects like English and History but he said he could use some help with Math. His favorite genre of music was Rock and he took dance classes back in Seattle. He was interested in fashion and he liked cats. He had an easygoing personality and a pretty smile- wait, a big smile you meant.

In addition, Jay learned that you liked many more things other than studying: you enjoyed watching romantic comedies the most but one of your common interests was that both of you liked watching anime. You also liked cooking even though you were not as experimental as Jay when you entered the kitchen. Jay was stunned when he learned your favorite rock band: ONE OK ROCK because that was his favorite band too. He was surprised to find similarities between you two when you looked so different from outside. He also learned how much he liked your laugh and how hard he wanted to try to make you laugh more often to just listen to your laugh.

Not so long after, you paid the check and headed to your next destination.

“We’re going to the beach, I hope you know how to ride a bike” you chimed while walking backwards in front of Jay.

“Of course I know how to ride a bike! Who do you think I am?” he fought back right before you tripped on something and almost fell on your butt. He reached forward to catch you by your waist, saving you from both: the pain and the embarrassment of falling in front of Jay.

You both went silent when you were chest to chest. You looked up to Jay’s face while holding your breath. You looked at his eyes and he stared back at yours. You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and that was the signal you got before pulling away from his hold.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy” you mumbled looking down at your feet, continuing to walk next to Jay. He strolled next to you but he did not miss the pink shade on your cheeks before looking ahead.

***

Oh my god Y/N! Get your shit together! What is wrong with you, you just spent a single day with the guy! You told yourself that night, laying down on your bed when you came back from your day with Jay.

Okay, he was attractive, funny and nice to you. He also was a good listener and he was talkative as well. You felt comfortable spending time with him and you felt bad when you said goodbye to him in front of your house before you got in. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and tried to fall asleep without thinking about your cute, hot, funny and sweet classmate.

Study Group

You opened the gates of the coffee shop you were supposed to meet with your study mates 10 minutes later than your agreed meeting time. You hurried your way upstairs where it was more quiet than downstairs and you saw your group members sitting on a table in the left corner of the room. You apologized for being late when you reach their table and took the only empty seat next to Daniel, across from Jay.

You opened your backpack to take your materials out when you realized a cup of coffee was pushed in front of you. You looked up to see Jay grinning at you. He went back to taking notes on his notebook when you reached for the cup to take a sip from it. You realized it was a latte with unsweetened vanilla. Your usual order. He remembered your order from the coffee shop you went on your little tour right before you went to see the local art gallery. You looked at his face to see him watching your reaction. You gave him a small smile while mouthing "thank you" and he returned your smile with a little nod.

Confession

It was right before the Christmas break started when Jay came to terms with his feelings for you. Between the walks you took home together, the shared snacks between classes, the laughs shared during the lunch periods, and the times he snuck into your room to watch your favorite anime together at night when you were both supposed to be sleeping, he fell for you.

Jay was a straightforward guy. If he feels something, he might as well tell you about it. Worst case scenario: you would kindly reject him and he would move on. So he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and texted you.

You grabbed your cardigan from your closet and opened the gates of the kitchen which looked at the backyard as quiet as possible to not wake your parents up. You saw Jay putting his hands in his pockets while waiting for you in the middle of your backyard. His back was facing you so you thought you could have a little fun.

You reached him while tiptoeing silently and grabbed his waist from behind.

“BOO!” you whisper screamed. He jumped and pushed you away while you tried to hold your laugh, but failed miserably. He watched you laugh while he shook his head in disbelief.

“I knew it! You’re still scared of the ghosts” you accused him, stepping forward and putting your pointing finger on his chest. He watched you having fun with an amusing smile plastered on his face. He reached for your waist with his both hands while still looking at you with the same amused smile.

“Why do I even like you?” he muttered in disbelief. You froze. He watched your surprised expression and realized what he just blurted out.

“What?” you asked looking down at his chest because looking into his eyes was very hard at that moment. Jay took a deep breath before continuing.

“I thought I was pretty obvious” he said casually. Your heart was beating so fast that you got scared that Jay might have heard its banging on your chest. You bowed your head down and your forehead touched Jay’s chest. You were shy.

“Ilikeyoutoo” you mumbled so fast, Jay almost couldn’t catch it. Cute, he thought and you felt his lips press on your forehead. You hugged his waist while he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck under the light of the stars.

Secrecy

Ever since you started going on dates with Jay, it was during the Christmas break. You went to cute cafes to drink hot chocolate, went ice skating, and did all the holiday activities together. One thing you didn’t talk about was how you were going to act when you got back to school. So you started sneaking around instinctively.

It was another study group meeting before the upcoming exams. You were seated between Ruby and Jay at one of the tables in your local library’s study hall when you felt Jay’s hand grabbing yours under the table. You turned to look at his face but he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care. You intertwined your hand with his and put them on top of your thigh. He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as both of you continued reading your textbooks.

When you were done with studying for History, you had to grab another book from the aisle where English textbooks were put. You got up, letting go of Jay’s hand in the process and went to the English books section. You searched through the bookshelves to find the book you needed. As you were focused on reading the names of various textbooks, you felt a small kiss pressed on the exposed skin of the back of your neck. Your breath caught in the back of your throat when you turned around to see Jay smirking at you.

“They could have seen us” you whispered to him, slapping his arm.

Not So Secretive

Jay entered the class, playing with the straps of his backpack when he saw you sitting on your seat while playing with your phone. He reached his seat to find Daniel sitting on it.

“Why are you sitting here?” questioned Jay, tilting his head to the empty seat next to you where Daniel seated every day except for that day. Daniel let a sigh before looking up at Jay.

“Don’t you want to sit next to your girlfriend?” he asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

Jay did not respond before sitting next to you. You turned your head to see who was seating next to you in surprise before he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek in front of your classmates.

[seeker-of-the-stars]

If you are still taking requests... I require more TFP!Megs getting slightly possessive ao his special enemy and arguing with IDW!Megs... "This-is-my-Prime-go-get-your-own" kinda thing... Thank you in advance-

Sure thing! This kind of ended up being a sequel to this fic if you want to read it first (but if you don't, it's probably not necessary)

***

When Megatron's counterpart made the decision to disband the Decepticons and join forces with the Autobots, things around the base got pretty tense. The Autobots didn't trust the Decepticons, and likewise the (former) Decepticons didn't trust the Autobots. Arguments broke out frequently, and the few moments of peace were filled with awkward, uncomfortable silence.

Normally, Optimus would take on the "motivational leader" role and bring both groups together with talk about "friendship" "forgiveness" and "loving your fellow sentient beings." And if not Optimus, Megatron would scare off any potential bots from fighting by threatening to rip them limb from limb if they were caught.

In reality, however, both of them spent most of their time locked in their shared habsuite. Whenever the topic of the faction leaders' activities was brought up, the surrounding bots would shudder and quickly change the subject. It seemed to be the one thing both Autobot and Decepticon could agree on; to not acknowledge whatever was going on with those two.

Because of the fact that both leaders were... occupied, running the base fell onto Megatron's shoulders.

"Arcee, Starscream, break it up, right now! Or both of you are spending the night in the brig!"

"Tell her to stop!" Starscream cried, vents going wild from the altercation. "All I asked her was if she and Wheeljack were in a relationship, and then she attacked me!"

"That's not what you said! You asked what Cliffjumper would think about me fragging another bot right after he died, and then called me a piece of shareware!"

Starscream shrugged. "Well, if the pede fits."

Arcee lunged at the Seeker and put her hands around his throat. "You were the one who killed him, you glitch!"

"Both of you, calm down!" Megatron bellowed. "Soundwave, take them to the brig and keep them there until they learn to behave themselves."

Wordlessly, Soundwave nodded and grabbed both of their arms. Luckily, both bots had enough self preservation instincts to not put up a fight.

Megatron sighed, and looked down at his datapad. Inside were a list of incident reports, along with reports about energon rationing, job duties, and various other things. He was in charge again, whether he wanted to be or not, which meant that it was his job to break up the lover bots long enough to go over this all with them.

He walked down to their shared habsuite, and knocked on the door. inside he heard one of them mutter scrap followed by scrambling and rustling. He rolled his optics.

His counterpart opened the door, glaring at him. "What do you want? I'm quite busy."

"Megatron," admonished Optimus from outside his line of sight. "Don't be rude."

"I've just come by to go over reports. Your crew seems to be not taking the new living arrangements very well.

"Well, that's their problem," his counterpart looked back towards Optimus's direction and smirked. "I for one love the Autobot base. Much better view than the Nemesis, I can tell you that."

"Megatron," Optimus said, a hint of embarrassment coming through in his normally stoic voice.

Megatron fought the urge to gag. "That's all well and good, but someone needs to run this crew, and I need to get back to my own universe eventually..."

"He's right, Megatron. We're being irresponsible. Please come in, we can go over the reports together."

Megatron walked into the room, ignoring his counterpart who was shooting daggers at him with his optics.

"Orion," his counterpart whined in a way that did not sound unlike a young human child. "You promised we would try that thing, with your glossa-"

"Megatronus!" Optimus snapped. "That is not appropriate talk around guests! Now, if you're not going to cooperate, go downstairs and socialize with the crew while your counterpart and I go over reports.

He narrowed his optics. "Fine! If you'd rather spend time with him, be my guest! This would not be the first time you've chosen someone else over me, and I doubt it will be the last." The former Decepticon warlord stomped out of the room, leaving Megatron alone with Optimus.

"Don't mind him, he's sensitive." Optimus said. "Still, his behavior is unacceptable, and I'll be having a talk with him once he returns."

Megatron sighed, giving him a tired smile. "It's alright, Optimus, you don't have to explain. I know very well how frustrating I can be at times."

***

It was late at night, and for once the base was silent. Megatron and Optimus made great progress in their meeting, and agreed on a plan to increase energon output as well as boost morale. He walked towards his habsuite, a good kind of tired in his joints that came from a productive day.

"Ah!" he cried out as he tripped over something in the hallway and came crashing to the ground. When he checked to see what it was, he was more than a little surprised to see his counterpart sleeping on the ground outside of his and Optimus's habsuite.

"What are you doing here? You thought you could sneak in at night and steal my sparkmate?"

"What?" Megatron asked, confused. "No, I was trying to go to my own habsuite. Why are you sleeping out here?"

"Thanks to you, Orion kicked me out for the night," his counterpart narrowed his optics. "Don't think I don't know what game you're playing. Your act of wanting to talk about reports and all that nonsense might fool him, but I know better."

"It's not nonsense, it's essential to running the base," Megatron defended. "And either way, why would you not just sleep in a different habsuite if you and Optimus had a fight? We have several empty ones."

"And give him the satisfaction?" His counterpart let out a humorless laugh. "No, I'm staying right here. Either he can let me back in or he can deal with me right here, blocking his path and being a general nuisance."

Megatron rolled his optics, not for the first time today. "You're being incredibly petty, but I suppose I wouldn't expect anything less." He said. "You forget that I have my own Optimus in my own universe, if I wanted to date him so badly. You can be rest assured I have no interest in yours."

"If that's the case, then go back to him and leave us alone!" His counterpart said.

"Stop fragging your boyfriend for two seconds and help me find a way to get back home, and I might just do that!"

At this, his counterpart was silent. "I'll speak with Optimus tomorrow. Perhaps Ratchet or Shockwave might have a few ideas about how to go about making a machine capable of interdimensional travel."

Megatron softened. "Thank you, that's all I wanted since I got here. I shudder to think of the kind of shenanigans Rodimus has gotten up to in my absence." He turned to leave for a moment before he stopped himself.

"Megatron?"

His counterpart looked up in question.

"I hope you know how incredibly lucky you are to have gotten a second chance. Don't waste it."

As he walked back to his habsuite, he felt his counterpart's optics on his back, but heard nothing but silence.

[talesfromlissom]

What You Left Behind

Summary: He’s left his planet. Fought battles on strange lands. Lost soldiers on foreign soil. Fell in love. Deeply in love. Led an army. A family.

It's in the final moments before the Arc crashes into the water this new planet is enveloped in. That Optimus realizes he has a lot to lose.

A03

The ship shakes from the impact as another one of the thrusters caves in on itself. The cameras that show the back of the ship display said thruster enveloped in flames. The room goes tense. All eyes are on the large screens.

Optimus is surprised that the natives of this planet have not looked to the sky to see the war in all its glory. 

But the planet below them is silent. Stoic. He doesn’t like it. 

He hears the door behind him slide open, as many feet slam against the ground. 

“Optimus!” A voice shouts. 

Optimus spins around, spying Jazz at the head of the group. 

He goes to speak, but the ship shakes again. They both stumble. Jazz falls into the group behind him, and Optimus falls onto the main console. 

Optimus shouts over the chaos; “Order everybody to the stasis pods!” 

“What-!” Jazz shouts, struggling to stand. “We can’t abandon the Arc! It's all we have!”

“I know, Jazz. But the Arc  has sustained too much damage from the space bridge and from our travels.” Optimus cries. “Go!”  

“Now don’t try to do any stupid hero slag! Elita will carve both our sparks out if you do!” Jazz shouts, turning to his side and pulling Ironhide to his feet. “To the stasis pods! Help the wounded to their pods first!” 

The ship devolves into chaos. Optimus slides to the right, his back slamming into the wall. He grunts as he grabs the edge of a table to avoid falling more. 

A bot flies past him and crashes into another one. They both fall into the door below. They shout. 

He needs to get to the hull. Curse the designs of the Arc. He can’t tell Teletraan-1 to redirect all the (remaining) power to the stasis pods from here. 

“Teletran-1! Direct all power to the stasis pods!” Optimus shouts, trying to anyway.

“ Negative. Power is already being diverted. “ The voice replies. 

Optimus stares. “Where?”

“ The Stasis Pods. “

The bridge is emptied out, but Jazz’s shouting goes silent. Optimus spins around and begins to follow the group.

“Elita-1! What’s your status!”

The ship lurches, and Optimus falls into a chair. 

No response. 

“Elita-1! What’s your status!” He asks again.

Static. 

The bridge is empty now. The shouting is heard through the open door to his right. 

“Eli! Where are you!” He shouts. 

Static-

: Optimus! I’m in the hull of the Arc. I’m redirecting power to the Stasis Pods. : 

Her voice is small comfort. 

“Understood. I’m coming down.”

: Optimus, no -: 

Optimus cuts her off. Curse himself for choosing a lover as self-sacrificing as he is. But at the same time, he wouldn’t change a thing about her. 

He throws himself through the door to the hallway. The ship groans, and finally leans to the other side. Optimus plants his feet on the ground finally and runs. Metal shifting against metal, his alt mode races through the hallways. His order is playing on the loudspeakers. The noise is so loud. Multiple alarms going off. Red surrounds the metal hallways. Bots yelling and groaning. Energon liters the ground. 

“Optimus!” Ratchet shouts. 

Optimus comes to a screeching halt, spinning around so he faces Ratchet in his alt mode. 

“Ratchet! Elita-1 is directing all power to the Stasis Pods, load the wounded into them first!”

“We’re abandoning the Arc?” 

“We must if wish to win the war!” That is all Optimus says, before speeding off again. 

The ship shakes and Optimus feels his tires lift off the ground, briefly.

Large groups of Autobots move past him. Some run alongside others, shouting. Some hold hands. Some carry their injured on their backs or shoulders. 

Optimus can’t stand the sight of it. It's almost as if things are happening in slow motion. 

Panicked Autobots fleeing. Energon falls to the ground. 

The Nemesis is right behind them, firing upon the already broken ship. 

He’s done so much to keep his people alive. But it seems that Megatron is one step ahead. 

The noise lessens when Optimus gets to the hull, finding the door wide open. 

He transforms and pauses. 

“Eli-”

Elita turns to him, shoulders tight. A finger hovers over the various buttons on the main computer. But she’s wide-eyed. Vents bursting in and out. 

She’s afraid. Optimus feels the fear, her fear, engulf his spark like a steady flame.

“What are you doing here, Eli? You need to get to the stasis pods!” He shouts over the chaos. The ship rocks again. He stumbles into the wall. But his eyes never leave her. 

Elita scoffs. 

“I’m redirecting power to the stasis pods! We won’t be able to launch if all the power is still in the thrusters!” She replies quickly, fingers moving to press various buttons again. “You need to get to the stasis pods!” 

Optimus is silent for a moment. Before scrambling off the wall and planting himself next to her. 

“I’m not leaving you to die !” 

“Neither am I!” Elita snaps. Her gaze doesn’t meet his own. But Optimus knows she wants to look at him. The ship shakes, and the lights flicker. 

He sees the Nemesis drift past them, and his servos clench.

“Elita!” He shouts. 

“I’m almost done!” 

She slams her hand onto the keyboard, and the screen flares red. 

“ Alert! Alert! All power has been redirected to the stasis area! Please evacuate! “ 

Elita presses one more button, and a small data chip bursts out from the side of the console. She grabs it and shoves it into her subspace. Optimus doesn’t have time to question what it is. Or what she’s doing with it. 

They don’t say a word as they run down the halls. Feet pounding against metal. Pounding so hard that sparks fly. The ship shakes, and Elita falls. Optimus grabs her hand, helping her up. But she doesn’t let go. Neither does he. There’s so much going on. Optimus’ processor is swimming. His optics remain wide, frozen. Elita’s tightly gripped hand is currently the only thing keeping him present. 

Optimus was not a warrior. He wasn’t built to fight. He was built to be a data clerk (he thinks), to look and sort data. 

But fantasy has always been far from reality. When Optimus thought about the meeting with the council (before it actually happened that is). He imagined the council listening to them. Hearing Megatron speak of freedom and to hear the council applaud. He never could have imagined Megatron’s rage. Or his surprise when the title of a Prime was passed to him. 

But here he was. Now named Optimus Prime. With his Lord High Protector, Elita-1. With his conjunx Elita-1. 

He can feel her fear and grief as they run down the halls. And he’s certain she can feel his as well. 

The stasis pods are all lined evenly. There's enough for everyone. 

People are still climbing inside. Still hugging each other and wishing one another good luck. 

“Teletran-1!” Optimus shouts. “Set all stasis pods to arrive at random coordinates! But make sure that no Autobot is alone!” 

“ I shall place everybody into teams of 6, I presume? “

“Yes!” He cries as the door shuts. Permanently. 

He watches as Ratchet softly places Bumblebee inside of a pod. The young bot is still in a forced coma. He can practically hear the sparks flying off of the youngling’s chassis. 

Ratchet exchanges a look with him, and nods. He slams the pod shut, and the light turns green. 

The alarm blares above him. The ship rocks again.

“You need to get to a pod,” Optimus says, turning to Elita. “Take your Autobots and set up a base in the southern hemisphere of this planet. I will take the north.” 

“Understood.” Is all she says, but her hand is still tight in his grip. “But you-”

Screams are heard as a wall of the ship caves in on itself, the wall bursting open. Pods and Autobots go flying. All screaming, crying out for help. Optimus slips, and grabs onto the edge of a stasis pod. 

“ Warning! Warning! Stasis Pods 7, 12, 34, 45, 78… “ 

The alert has fallen upon deaf ears, as Optimus looks at the surrounding area. There are too many Autobots. So little stasis pods. 

The hole is dealt with, as a large slice of metal slides itself over the hole. And Optimus falls. But the extra metal will not hold for long. Not with all the destruction outside. 

The room devolves into more chaos, as the stasis pods begin to drop out of the arc. Some pods don’t even go to the new planet. Some go off to space. But there are still 6 of them dropping at a time. No Autobot is being left behind. He’ll make sure of it. 

“Optimus! My fellow fliers will be alright without having to use a stasis pod! Should we commence an assault on the Nemesis to deter their fire from the Stasis Pods?” 

The Nemesis is firing on stasis pods?

Optimus nods. 

“Yes, do that! But once we are in the clear, retreat immediately! And head for Earth!” 

Jetfire salutes him. “It has been an honor, Optimus Prime!” 

And with that, the fliers leave through another door. Optimus hears the sound of jet engines starting up. 

Elita looks at him. There are few people left. 

“You need to go-” Optimus starts.

“We’re both going,” Elita interjects. “I know when you’re going to do something stupid. We’re both getting into stasis pods!” 

The pods are dropping faster, and Optimus watches them. He opens his mouth to say something, but Elita grabs his hands, running around the room for a few moments. Searching. 

Fear is engulfing his spark by the minute. There’s so much going on, and the Matrix feels cold in his chest. 

“There! There’s one!” Elita shouts, gesturing at the singular pod. Its light is still blaring red. 

The glass opens when the two approach. 

“Get in.”

“No. I can…I can only see one.” Optimus mutters. 

The two exchange a glance. 

“Get inside the pod, Elita.”

“Pits no. The Autobots need you! I-” But she pauses. “We cannot lose you! Without you, the war will be lost!”

Optimus is silent for a moment, shoulders slumping.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“What-”

He grabs her by the shoulders, shoving her into the pod.

She shouts as Optimus slams the lid onto her. Elita shouts something, but he can’t hear it through the glass. Her fists pounded against it. She’s still shouting. Her anger ebbs into grief. It encases his spark like a cold blanket. 

Optimus shakes his head and presses his forehead to the glass. Optics shut. 

Elita presses her forehead to the glass. 

And Optimus leaves. 

He looks to the pod to his right. 

Jazz is there. Already in stasis. Elita will be fine. They’ll all be fine. 

Optimus jumps back when the pods fall. 

And Optimus finally realizes he’s alone. 

“ All Autobots report to their stasis pods! “

Optimus looks around, still seeing 5 pods-

Oh.

“Teletran, drop the stasis pods!” 

Nothing happens at first. 

But Optimus hears himself over the loudspeakers; 

“Set all stasis pods to arrive at random coordinates! But make sure that no Autobot is alone!” 

If Teletraan had a mouth, they’d surely be grinning. 

Optimus runs to the pod and comes to a stop. 

Ratchet. 

Bumblebee. 

They’re on this team. 

He can’t quite see the others, but he can see a mixture of blue, red, and green within the pods. 

Optimus takes a deep breath, and steps into the pod. The glass shuts. He hears the sound of an explosion. 

But there’s no more shouting at least. It's quiet. Elita has gone silent. She’s not dead. But silent. She’s safe. She’s fine. And Optimus promises her that he’ll see her again. Even if the promise falls upon her shut optics. 

And then. 

His vision goes black.

[my-own-oracle]

You get mistaken as a family TFP bots Part 3

Ratchet

Ratchet hardly ever left the base, and when he did, it was never for something like a relaxing drive. There was always a purpose or a mission. His alt mode made it hard to travel along open roads as ambulances always had somewhere to be or where in essential areas. Tonight was no different, but now it could be used to their advantage. The Autobots needed to get close to a possible relics sight. This one was close to a hospital in a small town in Arkansas. The other bots had missions of their own, some helping deliver necessary packages, others out on recon. In the end, despite his protests, Ratchet had been asked to go with you.  

You sat in Ratchet's cab as he scanned the building ahead of you. It didn't look like much, a simple hospital in a smaller southern city. It was like dozens of others all over the state. 

You watched, carefully taking note of the possible entrances and exits and the number of people that freely came and went—noting each on to a file for Raph to look at later. 

"This is good and all, but there's only so much we can learn hiding out here," you finally mention. Noting the third time, the nurse with the brown pixie cut had come out for a smoke break. "If it's cool with you, I'll go inside and see what I can learn."

"Are you losing your processor? Optimus gave us orders to stay here and gather intel." your seat belt tightened momentarily. 

"But think of all the intel we could gather inside?" You stared at the empty seat, "Besides, no one will be suspicious of an ambulance at a hospital." 

It took more convincing than you would like to admit. Still, eventually, Ratchet caved and drove you closer and let you go in, under one condition, he was going with you.

*

"Ratchet, you really don't have to come," you pulled on your jacket while buttoning up what you could still in your seat. "I'll be-"

"Yip, Yip, Yip. I'm coming." You watched as the handsome holoform of Ratchet's materialized. And began to get out of his cab. The broad-shouldered mech straitened his doctor's coat and hurried for the door. 

"Ratchet," you rushed to follow. Being careful not to slam the bots door as you exited, "wait up."

The hospital wasn't anything special. The halls were dimmed to help the night feel different from the day, but that was about the only thing noteworthy you could find. No strange energy fields, no dodgy looking doors, no sign any Decepticons had tampered with anything. 

You leaned in close to Ratchet. Your hands grabbing hold of his arm. Causing the mech to tense momentarily. 

"Do you think we should split up?" You whispered. Eyes looking around for any ears to overhear. 

"No, I would rather be able to keep my eyes on you," you watched a smirk sweep across his face. "You seem to attract as much trouble as Miko when left alone," you scoffed. 

"You know you love me."

"Do I-"

"Excuse me," the two of you froze. The soft young voice behind you both sending ice through your blood. "Visiting hours are over." Sharing a brief look with Ratchet, the two of you turned to see a young nurse, most likely still in training, holding a clipboard. 

"I'm sorry, we-"

"We were just-" the two of you began speaking. Talking over one another, stopping only to start again. The nurse's eyes widened. 

"Wait, are you the new doctor?" The young raven-haired girl quickly walked forward, her smile growing wider. "You must be Doctor Curad," the fast-talking woman reached out, taking Ratchet's hand and shaking it as she spoke. "My name is Kelly, but I'm sure you know that, being the new head of surgery."

You wanted to laugh. Ratchet looked so uncomfortable. 

"Ah...yes?" Skillfully Ratchet retracted his hand, placing it into his pocket again. His other hand placing itself on your back. Trying to guide you back past the lady. "We didn't mean to intrude-"

"Oh, and you must be Mrs. Curad." Kelly tentatively reached out her hand "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, may I?" You hadn't even let out a breath before Kelly had her hand on your stomach. "Wow, three months pregnant, and you're not even showing, so this must be your first baby, right?"

 You nodded, jumping into the conversation as she took a breath "We got in early, and I asked my sweetheart… if we could just take a peek at his new work." You shifted into Ratchet's side, trying to look as you thought a wife would. Moving your stomach out of reach in the process. "Isn't that right, dear?"

"Right," you were amazed at the calm in Ratchets voice, "I didn't want her or the spark- ah- baby feeling any unnecessary stress." You felt a gentle kiss be placed on the top of your head. 

"We didn't mean to intrude," you began walking back toward the exit, 

"Nonsense, you two take your time." Kelly smiled, waving to her clipboard. "I'll just make my rounds and pretend I didn't see you. I look forward to working with you soon, Doctor Curad." With that and a kind wave, Kelly walked off. A smile on her face leaving the two alone. 

Ratchet kept his arm around you a moment longer. Afraid that if he pulled away, his cover as a new doctor and loving husband would be blown. 

He could feel your heart beating fast into his holoform. As gently and calmly as he could, he began walking, guiding you both through the maze of hallways back to the door you entered through. 

"Deep breaths, dearest." He tested the pet name, liking how it sounded in regards to you, And the way he could feel your heart race a little more afterward. 

"I'm trying, sweetheart" you both smiled good naturally as you entered the chilly Arkansas night. The two of you walked in silence, Bodies close as you approached the seemingly normal ambulance. 

"There was nothing noteworthy to report about the interior of the hospital, so how about we-"

"Keep it between us?" You questioned as you entered the cab, watching as Ratchet started his engine and turned off his holoform. 

"Yes."

"Sounds like a plan."